0 comments/ 83701 views/ 21 favorites I Have a Proposition For You By: maninconn This was a challenging project. Bobby contacted me about writing a story with some very interesting parameters. The story is his story. All of the action, all of the events and many of the people contained within are fictional. However, they all are based in fact, and were things the real life characters were willing to do,and turned on by. Most of the character names have been changed, because we didn't poll everyone for permission, and with as much fact as went into the background I felt it better to preserve anonymous identities. I kept Bobby's at his request, and Donna and Luther's with their permission. I didn't use last names. My original plan was to use actual photos as illustrations, but that seems too difficult a task for the aged laptop I use exclusively for perverted writing and artwork. I might be convinced to try again, or try to post it on a photo based site if there is interest, or to forward the authorized illustrated version upon request to my longtime followers. Bobby and Donna would be pleased. Except I don't plan to send it to that one guy that corresponds so obnoxiously, Anon E. Mouse. ********************************** Bobby leaned back against the sturdy kitchen table. His pants pooled around his ankles, and his hands laced in the deep red hair of the Sunday evening treat who was busily bobbing her head on his dick. Her mouth was warm and felt lusciously wet as she slurped his cock into her mouth. Donna was always an eager cocksucker, but in the 12 years since he married her, she had gotten better and better. Unfortunately, in the three years since they divorced she had perfected her skills, and this unexpected endeavor reminded him of how much he had lost in the settlement. She had let him keep the house and all the furnishings. She had only taken her clothes and personal belongings. She had also been happy to give him custody of the kids, since his very regular hours as a medical assistant permitted him plenty of time at night, while her position as an IT director of a mid sized company just on Long Island often demanded troubleshooting time at odd hours in the evenings and on weekends. They each kept their salaries, benefits and pensions, so he paid no maintenance, but she paid generous child support. She took the kids every other weekend, and on half their school vacations, though she often had to return them to Bobby when one of her IT techs called her in on an urgent matter. Bobby, looked down at his ex practicing her expertise, and continued to gently lace his hands through her hair, subtly guiding her efforts. "Oh Bobby, I do miss your touch. You have such a gentle way that just makes me feel like I belong." Truth was, Bobby had missed her touch too, especially the way he was receiving it just then. It had been three years since she fell in love with Tony. She and Bobby remained close, but she never crossed the friend zone boundary into anything more than a chaste kiss until tonight. He loved those kisses. He remembered their first.... ....kiss. They had chatted on-line for months. No, this isn't one of those warm and fuzzy tales of love at first sight across a college cafeteria, marrying a high school sweetheart, or finally getting that cute girl in the argument down the hall to go to dinner with you. Bobby and Donna met looking for sex. She was working as an IT tech in Arizona, and he was a medical assistant living in Connecticut. He liked her profile. Who wouldn't? The pictures of her resembled an auburn haired Melanie Griffith...only with huge tits. Her very firm 36 dd breasts were the only thing that could compete with her million dollar smile. And she loved to show them off. Tired of accessing her pictures on the website, which were blurry self-taken-in-a-mirror-with-a-cell-phone shots, he boldly asked her to share her webcam one night. "I don't know if that's a good idea," she typed in the chat box. "Why?" He asked. "I won't share them with anyone else. We've been talking for weeks, and you have become such a hot fantasy for me. My god you've talked me to jerking off dozens of times, and have seen my pics. Wouldn't you like to do it live on screen?" "We'll yeah, I'd like that. It's just," "What? Are you shy about guys seeing your body? I live thousands of miles and two time zones away! What could happen?" "I'm afraid. I already like you. What happens if I fall harder for you? Turning the cam on is a big step. I come here to play when I don't have a date. Seeing you, doing things with you live, that's not play. That's sex. We'd be having sex together, but 2000 miles apart." "So?" "So I will want more. Unless you are a total troll and your stories of your 7" cock are lies, I'm gonna be waking up nights wanting you." "Ok, I'll make you a deal. I'll turn my cam on. You tell me what to do. You decide if I am a troll, and if I exaggerated about my meat. I will do anything you like tonight, no holds barred, until I cum on cam. Then I will blow you a kiss goodnight, turn my cam off, log off, and leave the next step up to you. I won't contact you again, you chat me up first if you want it. You won't have to tell me if you are embarrassed or laughing at me, or if I just don't measure up or ring your chimes. It's all your call. If you do like it, we can do it again. I'll even share my phone number for you to call. I'll send you pics....you can even pose me. I'll never ask you to turn on your cam again. That will also be your call. I will welcome anything, but only what you want to give. What do you say?" "I say it's an offer I can't refuse!" She proceeded to play big time. She ordered him to strip, and posed him many ways. She continually took screen shot stills of him. She made him stroke, polish himself with oil, jerk himself hard, finger his ass, caress his balls, even taste his own pre-cum. She squealed with glee when he came, and frantically frigged her own pussy, hoping to get off too. But then, before she could either cum or comment, he blew her a kiss and logged off, as promised. The next night she was waiting for him. He opened the chat site, and she pinged him right away. Her camera was open, her mic was on and her tits were full on display. With that he turned on his mic and camera, and they masturbated together. After a month of hot cyber play, she flew to Connecticut. They kissed long and hard when he met her in baggage claim. Her hands were all over him on the drive to his home. They went right to bed. They stayed there all weekend. Donna seemed infatuated with Bobby's 7" cock, and couldn't get enough. Their months of cyber sex had totally broken down the conventions of dating and courtship. They fucked immediately. Donna sucked him back to hardness, but didn't stop once she achieved her objective, she sucked him dry. "Damn Bobby, I love your cum, it tastes like heaven. Promise me you'll never stop letting me suck your cum from you." "Gee Donna, twist my arm. If hats what you realllllly want, I GUESS it's ok with me." "Oh you're so fucking sexy when you are sarcastic," she giggled as she came up to kiss him, deeply tonguing him to give him a taste of what he had just given her. Then she slid down his body, kissing his chest and torso as she went. Down his groin to his waiting, already hardening cock, until her lips again invited him back for a second helping. They married the next month..... .....Bobby loved looking down as Donna looked up into his eyes, mouth full of his cock. Such an animal with cock, a real bitch in heat. Bobby's knees buckled as her tongue worked its magic swirling around his purple helmet, while she continued to pump. It took all of his arm strength on the table to help his legs keep him upright as the burning back betweeen his balls let him know he was about to erupt. Finally he let loose. He didn't bother to warn her, she knew it was coming. She was a sexual artist, and played him like a harp. His body shook and quivered as she took him deep and let him cum deep into her mouth, certainly flooding her throat as well. But she didn't miss a drop, and followed his cock as his body slumped slowly to the floor. "Let me go check on the kids. And then I have a proposition for you." Bobby lay there with a smiling countenance on his face. Donna Elaine, his ex wife had just given him the best blow job in the world. His ex wife, who he had personally overseen as she developed into the hottest hotwife in town, had actually deigned it important to suck his dick. He, the very guy she threw over, just three years ago for...well, for anybody who was a red blooded male, under 60, and who had a potent hard dick and a pulse. And maybe some men over 60. Maybe some blue bloods too. And unsuspecting farm animals. Ok anybody. As he joked with himself about Donna's promiscuity, he failed to recognize the importance at her saying the word "proposition" before heading upstairs to check their children. She had just brought them back to their father, their primary custodian, from her visitation weekend, and had surprised him with Chinese food and a nice bottle of his favorite wine. They had put the kids to bed, and settled down for dinner, where her conversation was typically charming. It wasn't just her pretty face or her pendulous 36 DD's that made Donna so desirable a sexpot. She was smart. And funny. And confident. And creative. Aw shit, she was perfect in every way, except she couldn't make one guy her #1 above everybody else. Jason was her high school squeeze, and probably would go down in her book as the love of her life. He was a football star back in Austin Texas, where football stars are like gods. He was older than her, but her tits were four years ahead of the other girls' in their school, and she caught his eye along with every other guy in school. Jason knew how to sweet talk a girl like none of those other guys. They hooked up at the Homecoming dance. In the most gentlemanly of ways, he asked her to dance, and never let go of her hand. In the most gentlemanly of ways, he got her punch, and taught her how to enjoy it once it was spiked. In the most gentlemanly of ways, he helped her get just drunk enough to loosen up, but not so drunk her momma would notice or throw a fit when she got home. Then in the most gentlemanly of ways, her produced a joint, and taught her how to smoke it so she would further shuck her inhibitions. Before the dance was half over, he escorted her to his car on his arm, opened the back door for her, asked her to please raise her skirt as he unzipped himself and released his gentlemanly cock, and climbed in with her. In the most gentlemanly way, he made his girl a woman. He discovered some things about Donna just then. She wasn't a virgin. When he asked about it, she just giggled and told him about her first. She needed a much more mature man to accomplish that very important feat. Her neighbor Jerry had been too happy to comply when she opened her shirt and exposed her braless tits to him one hot summer night. She told Jason about her first time brazenly, in a most condescending, challenging way. He accepted the challenge and gave her the fucking of her young life. His first time had been gentle. He had assumed she was still a virgin, and she had quickly put him down. He rolled his muscular body on top of her and pinned her down hard. He kissed her long and deep, and just when she thought he would crush her lips under his, she felt her pussy flood with a new round of desire. Jason pulled her arms over her head, gripping both her wrists in his large strong hands. With his free hand he pulled her leg away from her body, slipping his hip in between her thighs to keep them separated. She struggled, but only as a token symbol of resistance that he took as an invitation to be even more physical with his young nymph. With his knee, he pushed her other leg out as far as his powerful thigh could press it. Wishbones against his pelvis, she could feel his cock rapidly hardening, bouncing back after the first recent orgasm like only a teenage stud can rebound. He raised his ass and positioned his cock against the burning slit of her cunt, covered her mouth with his, and drove himself into her fast and hard. She groaned as his length filled her, spreading out her labia and stretching them grotesquely. He discovered she was an easy cummer. He hadn't needed to lick her cunt like all his other girls expected. She seemed to cum continuously, and the excitement of that was too much for a teenage boy to bear, even a stud like Jason. He came in buckets inside her, feeling a flood of his slimy fluid paint her insides. "So you need a mature man. Let me tell you, what ever an older guy might be able to do to you, you just ask. I'll do it just as well, and I'll do it again and again, long after his old wrinkly cock is worn out and asleep for the weekend." He slid up her body, and straddled her head, his thighs gripping her face. He pulled her arms down beneath him, keeping them pinned while freeing his own. " Open up and say 'ah,' baby. If we're going to play all night at making you want a guy your own age, we can't spend all the time in your cunt. I don't want you so sore you can't walk, I just want you to limp. Besides, I want your tongue to get a work out too. She had no idea how to suck a cock. But he taught her. His cock sprang immediately to attention as he took charge of telling her how to best please him. "Yeah, lick the whole shaft, nice and long and slow. Don't ignore the balls baby, say hello and give em a little love on that down stroke. Now lick along the edge of the head, yeah right there under the lip of the helmet. You like my helmet baby? Nice and big and tasty, huh? No, babe, you're boring me. Even oral sex is boring if you're that fucking repetitive. Lick harder for a while, yeah....now nice and gentle. Faster and slower, change speeds, oh yeah babe, that's right. Now, after you get it all excited, and it is twitching like that, take it in your mouth. Yeah, keep using that tongue. Now suck it all the way in, and pull out until it pops. Oh shit Donna, you are getting it. Oh fuck it's so good. Now you really know you've suck-ceeded if your cock not only starts twitching, but the hip start pumping. Yeah moan away, it's good to get skull fucked, isn't it baby?" She was turned on. The sensation of feeling his cock pumping faster and faster, teasing her throat, sliding against her tongue and the roof of her mouth, tickling her uvula, drove her mad. But there was also the external feeling of his hands on her head, stroking and pulling her hair to guide her where he wanted her most. There was the smell of his musk, a very masculine scent that she instantly loved. There was the taste of his cock, a mixture of sweat, skin and their combined cum juice from their precious joinings. And always his voice spurred her on. He had abandoned her hands from their pinning, and had raised his body up to use them as springs so he could vigorously fuck her face. He was relentless, but she was up to the task. As hard as he pumped his engorged cock into her warm wet mouth, she took every millimeter of every thrust like she had been doing it forever. She could feel him tense, and squeezed his hard muscular ass cheeks in encouragement. He spewed his ropes of hot white cum deep in her mouth and throat, pressing his cock fully into her as his balls slapped her chin and her nose nestled in his public hair. He came in her pussy three times that night, and once in her mouth while teaching her to suck his dick. He lost count of how many times she came. He owned her. Or she owned him. Until they went their separate ways for college. There were no tears at their separation. They didn't love each other. But they certainly loved to fuck each other, more than anything. Jason still owned her. He ended her marriage's monogamy the second he called and told her he was going to be in Brooklyn on business, and wanted to drive out to see her. Bobby watched in shock as she put her hand down her pants and masturbated while he talked on the phone. She agreed to see Jason, but told him she was married and would be with her husband. Bobby could hear Jason laugh on the other end. "Baby, no matter how many years pass, you are mine when I want you to be. Go ahead bring your guy along, but tell him he needs to be ready, because I am going to fuck you no matter what, even if he is right there." Donna worked on Bobby all week. The sex was incredible for him, as she tried to show him how it would be for him if he let her play a little on the side. "I have a proposition for you. Please Bobby, I need this. Jason is like my ultimate fantasy. I know that sounds threatening, but he was my first, and a girl's first is always special. Let me have him, please? You can stay and watch, you can go do something else, and I will spend the next month making it up to you. Please, just let me do this." Bobby let her. He didn't want to. Jason scared him. Donny's other fuck toys were clearly just about mind blowing sex. But Jason? Jason had a piece of Donna's heart. Donna loved Jason. Bobby chose to watch, as if by being there he could protect his marriage. He watched as Jason smirked at him while undressing Donna in the hotel room. He watched the bigger man undress his buff body, and lay his wife down on the bed to kiss her. He watched the man who even had muscles on his cock, slide right into her with no foreplay. He watched his wife roll her eyes back into her head and groan her pleasure as she received Jason's cock. He watched his wife vacate her body and leave it to the sex goddess inside her who began that age old fucking dance. He listend to Jason grunt and Donna scream out her pleasure as the man's cock sawed in and out of her with seemingly endless stamina. Bobby felt his bile rise in jealousy at the same time his cock grew harder and harder. He wanted to shout "stop." He wanted to take a turn. He wanted his wife at home, but he didn't want her to stop screaming. In that moment, he wanted to be Jason, and suddenly Jason's pleasure became his pleasure. He wanted Jason to fuck Donna hard. As she called out "harder,...harder" Bobby began to say "yes....yes" and Jason smirked even more. The sight of his cock postponing in and out of her beautiful shaved cunt, her massive tits bouncing back and forth with each thrust, and her red hair framing the lost in sex expression on her face was too much." Donna flashed back to her first time in high school. Jason fucked her, but not with the vigor she expected, the vigor he had displayed all those years ago. Perhaps he was more intimidated by Bobby's presence than he expected. She remembered how telling him the older Jerry had taken her cherry had spurred Jason on back then. She looked at Bobby, who was jerking off in the chair and snapping photos of her fucking her lover. Bobby liked sharing her. He got off on watching her with Jason. Perhaps Jason liked sharing too. She realized the difference was Jason liked sharing like the quarterback he had been in school, by directing things, spreading chances around his teammates in order to confuse and to beat his opponent. When confronted with Jerry as an older, more experienced lover all those years ago, Jason became a sexual tiger, needing to best his rival in Donna's eyes. Perhaps if she leveraged Jason's ego with Bobby's presence, he would respond the same way now, needing to prove himself the superior lover. If she was right, the competitive drive would be even stronger in Bobby's presence. "Jason, are you ok?" "Yeah, why?" "Oh I don't know. I just remember you being so deliciously aggressive back in Texas. Tonight, you're just so, ummm, average." His "what the fuck" look was priceless. She could see that quarterback fire light up in his eyes. Oh damn, this was going to feel so good. I Have a Proposition For You "Well Hun, on the phone you told me to bring Bobby along, and that he should be ready to watch and learn something. You haven't shown him anything new, and certainly haven't done anything to make me think you really own you like you said. But I guess we've gotten older, and reached that point where guys slow down and women need more. I'm probably just romanticizing my memories of you back then. So I think I'll fuck my husband now. I mean he doesn't match my memory of you either, but he certainly can do the job if he wants, and I think he's just jealous enough right now to be well driven. Bobby, get dressed, and toss me my skirt please? Let's go home and f...." Jason pulled her, and threw her to the bed. There was something very familiar about him pinning her hands over her head, spreading her thighs with his hip and knee, and driving himself balls deep hard and fast on the first thrust. "No. You came to fuck me. I came to own you. We are not finished here. He can have your loose and ruined cunt tomorrow, if it isn't too sore to touch." This was not the high school quarterback she knew. Jason was now more than well equipped an experienced cocksman, and he now had a challenge. Donna had thrown the gauntlet of her husband as a stronger lover in Jason's face. Jason looked over to watch Bobby stroking his cock, and truly he was not the little dicked cuck Jason had expected. He had a good thick 7", which he was now pumping to beat the band. Jason had stepped up his game. He knew it, Donna knew it, and Bobby knew it. Bobby's pants were around his ankles, and his hand now stroked his own manhood in rhythm with Jason and Donna. Jason's ass pimpled back and forth, his glutes dimpling as his muscles contracted on the down stroke. Donna's feet gripped Jason by the waist, and she let out a long guttural moan that signaled the onset of her orgasm. Jason howled as he came too, and in the corner, Bobby tried but couldn't stifle the whimper that announced his own ejaculation. Jason fucked Donna three more times that night in the spacious king sized bed. Bobby was forced to sleep on the little couch. Of course he didn't voice objection. Donna was a hotwife . Donna was his hotwife. Bobby was a cuckold. Dona's cuckold..... ....."I have a proposition for you." His mind snapped back to guard against what ever bizarre kink Donna was about to propose. Those six words always signaled a life style change for Bobby. However tonight, Bobby had an advantage. He knew Donna had no leverage. They were already divorced, he had an irrevocable custody agreement. Hey, it was pretty clear Donna wasn't the full time mom type. That was painfully evident to her, and the one thing she regretted about her hotwife life style. She truly missed family life, with the home and the kitchen and the white picket fence. She could manage fine for a week, or even two for a vacation, but face it, kids put an annoying crimp in her style. How can a girl go around banging every swinging dick in the county with two kids in tow. White picket fence....swinging dicks....hmm. What's a girl to choose. When Donna returned to Bobby, from the kids, she still had the charm in overdrive. She gushed about Bobby's cock and how hot that was, and that in spite of everything she still missed him. Guys fucked her harder or longer, her euphemisms for better, than Bobby. Still, No one made her feel comfortable like he did. Bobby regarded it all warily. He was still waiting for the proposition after all. "Bottom line, Bobby, I need you....." .....When they were first married, and Donna was completely monogamous, the sex was great and non stop. After all, Bobby had that strong 7 inches under the hood, and he was no slouch in the thickness category. Donna was insatiable, and Bobby's cock never failed to respond. However, Donna craved variety. "Bobby, have a proposition for you. I love you more than anything. But I need more than you. You always hit my buttons, Bobby. But Hun, I need variety." Bobby was visibly disturbed. As he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, Donna rushed to the floor before him. "Don't feel bad Bobby. I love you, and I always will. I need you, and I always will. But sex isn't just love to me, it's like Food. I need it. I need a lot. I need lots of favors, and one guy can't do that." "I'm gonna lose you." "Bobby, I am your wife, and don't intend to change that. But I am my own woman, and a woman who wants to have many men. I need many men. I won't lie to you, and don't intend to cheat behind your back. You can do what you want, but I'm going to start fucking and sucking as many men as I can. There isn't anything you can do about it. Baby, this isn't like with Jason. Jason could have me, but doesn't want me as a wife. I love him, but not the way I love you. I will rarely ever see him, and other than great sex once every decade or two, he has nothing to offer me. These guys will not replace you, or be like Jason. They will be nameless, faceless fucks. Amazing fucks, fun for an hour or two and then history." "Now you have some choices. You can divorce me at any time and we'll go our own separate ways. I won't gouge you in our settlement. You can have the house. I'll just take my personal things. I'll give you custody of any kids we have, and pay twice what the court says is normal in child support. I know that this is my hunger, and the man I love, thats you, shouldn't have to struggle to care for my kids. "The second choice, is that we could just open up our marriage completely. You might actually like some strange now and then, and I wouldn't have any grounds to complain. You're a good looking guy! You are certainly well equipped for the bedroom. You're funny, smart, and charming. You could have some fun too." "Then there is the third choice. You could actually enjoy just sharing me. Some guys find it hot to watch their wife having sex. Some husbands go to great lengths preparing their wife for a lover, or cleaning them up, or setting up dates. I know it sounds strange, but I'd kind of like to try this with you. I mean divorce is so ugly, and if you got another girl pregnant....well I couldn't stand seeing my babies playing with your bastards!" Bobby didn't like it, but he had to suck it up or lose Donna. But Bobby was proud. He found the idea of divorce as ugly as Donna did. But he found the shame in her third option to be terrifying. Bobby agreed to open their marriage. They began by going to a swingers club. All the men there seemed to be a foot taller than Bobby and very fit. Donna found the swingers club for them. What Bobby didn't know was that it had been started by some guys in the gym where she worked out. The club began with 4 couples, and all the guys were personal trainers at the health club. They were all buff and handsome, and travelled together often representing the club in fitness competitions. Their wives often travelled with them, and they had become friendly. Very friendly. They all felt comfortable with the natural progression from flirting and dancing, to chaste goodbye kisses, to making out with each other's spouses on the dance floor, to full swaps and orgies. As the four couples became more adventurous, they decided to widen their circle. Since the four wives were bi, the men decided to target hot women from the club, especially those with guys who might lean towards being pushovers. It was a selfish, but very effective strategy that guaranteed more action for the original males and all the bi wives. They developed an initiation ritual where the new couple's wife had to make love with every member, male or female, before the new male could touch other women, or even get naked in their presence. The new initiate had to make everyone cum at least twice, once orally and once with bareback penetrative sex. Of course, the male of the couple could accept the initiation duty, but the standing members were careful to accept new couples with a male who could be pushed around, but showed no same sex desire, and were repulsed by the prospect of sucking and being fucked by each male member. This ensured plenty of opportunities with new wives for the existing members. By the time Bobby and Donna sought membership, there were twelve couples. Bobby would have to watch Donna have sex with 12 men and 12 women before he could sample the other women. He had to remain dressed, ruling out masturbation. And worse yet, Donna was not permitted to touch her husband sexually until she had completed the initiation, even if it took months. Donna and Bobby arrived at their first party. Bobby was nervous, exceptionally jealous, and on the verge of calling it all off. As a matter of fact, this initiation ritual was making one on one cuckolding or divorce look more and more attractive. They walked into the living room where cocktail hour was in full swing. Then Donna took charge. "Ok, I want you all to know that I love my husband and intend to earn his full membership in record time. We're gonna take care of all the boys right now. ladies, see Bobby for an appointment this week." She tossed Bobby her calendar. "Bobby, schedule two of them tomorrow, two Sunday, one each night this week, and three next weekend. Boys get your ladies talking to my man, no body gets this pussy until my husband has all 12 appointments in my day planner." Donna dropped her dress revealing nothing but a garter belt and stockings above her stiletto heels. Her 36 dd's stood proud and amazingly perky for their size. Her cunt was freshly shaved, and glistened with the arousal brought on by her sexual dominance of the entire room. Bobby gazed at her....she was never more beautiful. Bobby was suddenly very popular, but not the way he had hoped. In no time, the girls crowding around him had filled the schedule, and left Bobby totally on his own. "Ok boys, strip down and whip em out. Somebody get a cock in my face and one in my cunt. Figure the geography out, and you can fill my ass too, that'll shorten the fuck line considerably." 12 big hard dicks appeared on her command, and Donna began eagerly slurping and humping against them. The strong body builders had no problem with her anatomical geography, they lifted and tossed her around into seemingly impossible positions that enabled their double penetration ploys to drive Donna wilder and wilder. Her body writhed against them as it became the center of a sexual feeding frenzy. The girls took turns operating cameras and video, telling Bobby it was important to document the groups initiating activities. Indeed the men using both holes left Donna empty from the waist down while she finished the oral requirements. And since more than half the guys had taken her ass or pussy before getting their oral ration, their stamina was through the roof. When the men finished, Donna cut them off from seconds. "No extra turns before my husband fucks me," she told them, paraphrasing their initiation rule, "even if It takes months." But she wasn't done for the night. One of the women pulled out a double dong dildo, and began the penetrative portion of the girls turn. No one would be licking Donna's sloppy pussy tonight. Donna had a hair trigger. She came fast and often, and Bobby knew the sensations of her pussy milking a hard cock as she came were incredible. The men discovered this attribute early on, and talked about it. They held themselves off from cumming as long as possible, some being able to make her cum more than once and enjoy a double or triple dose of her pussy pulses. The room was filled with moans, groans and Donna's orgasmic screams and shouts for hours. Everyone was spent. The girls had been shuttling between the orgy and private sessions in the bedrooms. Donna was practically comatose with orgasmic glow. The men were grinning ear to ear. One guy, with a big, hard and lean linebacker's body, and a big hard and strong cock to match, decided it was time to goad the one person in the room who had not been sated. "Thanks for your wife, man. That was some hot shit. I know this is hard on you man, but if everyone agrees, I gotta a deal for you. Since she was so memorable, if You do one little thing tonight, and we'll some requirements. No waiting for you. Matter of fact, if you do this one thing, I'll bet every girl in this club will give you a nice little blow job when she comes over to see your wife this week. AND, I'll even move that we let your wife fuck you early, before the girls are done and as soon as she is done being so sore down there. Just one little thing." Bobby looked around the room. The women were gorgeous. The men were buff. His wife was exhausted, with her pussy and asshole gaping wide and leaking globs of semen. Ciro, the guy who offered the deal polled the membership. "No one ever pulled off a gangbang like that, especially not an initiate. This bitch just did 12 guys in her cunt or ass, plus 8 women if I counted right. There were 12 blowjobs, and boys, I dunno bout you, but mine was hot, and the girl never got tired even though we were all going and going like Everready fuckin bunnies. And Bobby here, he stood fast watching every one. He watched us cum over 30 times either in or on his woman. He sat here and let it happen. I say we do something for marital bliss for these two, cause they're my heros. Any one object? Any ladies mind giving him a little head after you have your time with his woman?" There were no objections. Bobby was nervous though. He knew another foot was about to fall. There was the matter of the "one little thing." Ciro spoke again. "Here it comes," thought Bobby. "All you have to do, is get down on your hands and knees and lick her pussy clean." The room gasped collectively. Then it broke into a hubbub of giggles, "ews" and chatter as the members debated whether Bobby would do it. Though Bobby was feeling jealous, lonely, left out and incredibly horny, he had his pride. He declined. The following week was awful. The women came to their house dressed to impress. They made a point of having sex right in front of him as vocally as possible. Each one left Bobby a souvenir, a dripping thong, and a deep French kiss on their way out. It was painful, and with every visit he scond guessed his decision not to go down on his wife's freshly gang banged pussy. Finally his ordeal was over. He had two weeks until the next swing party. Donna was sore, and asked Bobby to give her some time to rest and heal before she made up for his lack of sex. Reluctantly he agreed. The next night, he got a message from her before leaving work. She would be home late. There was a problem with a server at work, and she had to stay until it was sorted out. He waited up for her, but she didn't come. She didn't call or text, just disappeared. The next morning, there was a note on the kitchen table when he came down to breakfast. "Dear Bobby, I have good news and bad news. The good news is I got home really late, and had to turn around and come right back in. I met Ciro when I stopped for gas, and wound up going to a motel to fuck him. Oh my god he was awesome Bobby, I may have to spend some extra time with Ciro. His cock tasted so good cumming in my mouth, and he had such a load. At least I'm well fed and won't need breakfast. Love, Donna The swingers club was no place for Bobby. Everyone was interested in Donna, and no one gave a rat's ass about the husband of the couple. Bobby was shorter, not especially muscular, and just didn't look attractive next to the big tall buff bodied men. Donna had no shortage of attention. Her body screamed fuck me and men found her confident attitude sexy. The also loved the way her ass and pussy milked their cocks as she came, and she rarely spent more than 5 minutes alone before hosting a cock in one hole or another. She had a real thing for cum. She appreciated how its taste differed from man to man, and was fond of blowing one after he other, comparing their attributes as a connoisseur appreciates fine wine. He went on to read the post scripts on her note. "P.s. I forgot the bad news. He fucked my pussy sore. We are going to have to wait a couple of nights babe. Sorry! I'll make it up to you. P.P.S. BTW, I'm pregnant! ....Bobby's mind snapped out of his memory and back to Donna's proposal. "Shit! She had just said she was pregnant again." Exactly as he remembered her way of giving the news about their first child back in those days of the swing club. Now she was telling him about her latest news, and her present predicament matched his mental flashback. "You are what!?" "I'm pregnant. Again." Bobby's mind drifted away again.... She had been so beautiful when she was pregnant. Her skin glowed, her tits grew, and she smelled inviting all the time. Her pregnancies were well planned, and her judicious handling of birth control left no doubt in Bobby's mind that her babies were conceived by his own swim team, and not of one of her lovers'. Well, maybe there was a little doubt....ok there was a lot of doubt, but his job as a medical assistant had its perks. A buddy of his had run DNA tests as a favor. They were his kids.... "Congratulations Donna. I hope you and Tony are quite happy. " he wondered what was going on in her mind. Tony was her current live in boyfriend. Tony was the guy who finally split up their marriage, not because he intended to, but because Donna fell in love with him. Yes, all of the "I love you Bobby, with them it is only sex" and "No honey, I fuck them but you and I are in it for the long haul" proclamations turned to dust when Donna fell in love with Tony. By the time she met Tony, Bobby and Donna had both accepted the fact that Bobby really got off on seeing Donna fuck other men. They realized Bobby likes to share his woman and Donna loves strange. What serendipity! They stopped the swinging when Bobby's inevitable level of jealousy outgrew their mutual enjoyment in the act. There just wasn't anything about the swinging parties that Bobby found to be positive and Donna's pussy was always too wrecked after a party for her to make it up to Bobby later. Unavoidably, he would go into a deep funk after the parties, and as much as she loved being thoroughly fucked, she couldn't bear to see him so torn up that she couldn't reconnect with him after. So they started fucking single guys as part of MMF threesomes. Invariably, Donna went wild over the strange guy, and Bobby became less and less active and more of a bystander. He would take pictures, or video. He often stroked her hair, rubbed her back, or held supported her in uncomfortable sexual positions, but he never touched her lovers. He didn't find incidental contact erotic when he did participate, and he certainly never fluffed, guided strange cocks into Donna's waiting snatch, or "cleaned" her lovers after sex. Bobby wouldnt even kiss Donna until she had gargled with mouthwash thoroughly, brushed her teeth and flossed, twice each, after being with her lover. She never allowed her lovers to put him down or humiliate her man. And she never cut Bobby off. The closest she came to anything remotely disrespectful was on rare occasions when she would ask Bobby to leave the room, and lock the door. Not being there, at least to watch , drove Bobby insane with jealousy. As soon as her lovers left on these occasions, Bobby would attack her and drive them both into win-win land. He would win by massively releasing his pent up jealousy when reclaiming his wife, and she would win by having an encore multi-orgasmic fuckfest after a lover had already started her engines. Donna and Bobby's "post lover" fucks were especially rampant with her favorite black lover, Luther. Luther's cock was not significantly larger than Bobby's, but Luther was incredibly fit, and had far superior physical stamina to Bobby. Donna was always a little more tender after Luther than other guys, and often spoiled Bobby's "reclamation" session by cutting it short due to discomfort. I Have a Proposition For You "I'm sorry honey," she would tell Bobby as he waited to reclaim his wife, "he is just so vigorous when he fucks me, I'm sore afterwards. I just don't have anything left for you. Give me a couple days to heal. Nobody can fuck like Luther, not even Jason." Bobby wasn't stupid. He could read between the lines. This was a woman who could fuck all day every day if she wanted to. She didn't need rebounding. He knew she was really saying she didn't want an inferior fuck after Luther. It would be disappointing. It was disappointing to Bobby though. Disappointing and incredibly erotic, and his masturbating schedule ran non-stop,in post Luther weeks. Bobby got especially turned on when Luther mounted Donna missionary, spread her legs wide and straight with his own, and postponed her body hard. Luther's muscular back and legs would ripple as his whole body slapped against Donnas skin, driving her crazy. Luther would pin Donna's hands in this position, and with his ankles twined around hers she was open and pinned to receive his sheer fucking force. Donna would cum over and over, and Bobby would move to see between heir legs, where since the copulating couple were stretched wide, he had a clear and first rate view of Donna's cunt being pulverized by Luther's steel hard equipment and his balls slapping against her soft ass cheeks, almost as if they were spanking her. ..."Bobby, pay attention! This is important! I can't have you daydreaming!" Bobby tried to shake the memory of Luther from his mind. Donna was about to give him one of her propositions, and he needed to think clearly. she had that knack for leading him down paths that were incredibly erotic in the short term but had a way of fucking up his life for years afterwards. Bobby, still naked from Donna's world class blow job, squirmed in front of her. She moved him to a chair, pushed him to sit in it, and nestled her massive tits around his well recovered, very hard cock. "Like I said Bobby. This time I need more than Tony can give. I need you. Tony and I are having this baby, but," Of course Donna had needed more then too. She always needed more. Sex was a drug to her, and what was great one day, was less the next because it lost the novelty. Soon she was looking for something new and more outrageous. She continually upped the ante. She began kicking Bobby out of the room just as he settled into watched Luther executing his signature stretch-Donna's-body-with-your-widely-spred-legs-fuck. Being cut out of watching made Bobby more voracious in the after fuck. More. Always more..... Enter Tony into their life. When she first saw him in a local watering hole, she knew she had to fuck him, and pulled out all the stops to achieve her goal. He came in with several other guys when their shift at the fire station was over. Bobby felt threatened by Tony at first sight. There was something about him, everybody's pal, a barrel for a chest and biceps bigger than Bobby's thighs, and damn good looking. When Donna told Bobby just how badly she wanted Tony in her bed, Bobby threw a fit, and Donna had to fuck Bobby's lights out to get him to agree to it. As soon as he did, Donna's eyes sparkled like they did on their wedding night. The jealous knot in Bobby's stomach wound more tightly than ever. He knew her eyes were not sparkling for him, but for Tony. Although Tony is a stud, he is a really good guy, and Bobby grew to like him. He never shut Bobby out of the fun directly, he just didn't leave room for Bobby to play until he left, and then Donna was usually exhausted and begged off. As for Donna, those little things she always protected as her husband's domain from her lovers slowly moved into Tony's ownership. First, she stopped blowing Bobby. He missed those world class blow jobs, not only for their unique sensual appeal but for the intimate way they always let Bobby know he and Donna were going to be ok after she gave her body to another man. Donna was always an incredible cumslut, she could never get enough. She loved it so much, she never failed to lick the slick coating off a lover's cock in order to get the last few bits of flavor. Though she never said it directly, Bobby clearly read her hints and behavior. She no longer craved his cum.  Donny's eyes sparkled whenever she talked about Tony, and she absolutely glowed when he was with her. Her body melted around him like no other lover, the way she used to melt around Bobby when they met. But no longer. He took pains to remind Donna of her promises in that first proposition. If he let her be with other men, she would always return to him. It was just sex with them, she would always make love with Bobby. And she would always make up what she gave away to other men after her lovers left, when they were alone as husband and wife. Donna always assured Bobby her promises were still intact, she just needed to stretch them a little for Tony. He was special you see, maybe even more than Jason. Bobby knew it was too late. His wife was in love with another man. The question was, did she still love Bobby at all? Tony was appreciative of Bobby's gift, and frequently told Donna to thank him, and be nice to her hubby with her sloppy seconds. After all, its to Tony's advantage to have the man Donna loves happy to keep sharing her. The men became friends. The problem was Donna stopped looking at Bobby like her number 1. He began to feel like her full time sloppy second. Though Donna still tries to lock Bobby out of the room when she fucks her lover, Tony never let's her, and Bobby can't help but watch. Tony never seems to be fucked out. Donna can alternate between fucking and sucking all night, and Tony always springs back in minutes. Tony is an aggressive lover, and loves the idea of sharing because he knows he is the best there is. No one can compare, so his women always want to come back to him, no matter who they go home to or who pays their bills. He destroys Donnas pussy every time. He makes all three holes deliciously sore every time. Bobby takes pics and videos of everything, but rarely joins in, feeling intimidated, like he won't measure up. He couldn't bear to fail, especially in front of Tony. She rapidly continues to let go of her pre-extramarital activity promises. She freely feels love, shows love and gives real love to another man. Bobby lost weekends. It happened when one weekend Tony wanted Donna to go to a party at the beach with him, but didn't want to come home. Donna wanted to go in the worst way. Bobby would have loved to go along, but someone had to stay home and be the parent. Donna came back dreamy eyed and mooning over the time she had, and couldn't even concentrate enough to give Bobby details. Soon after that, Tony was spending every weekend with Donna, and Bobby was a weekend Mr. Mom. Donna's final promise was looking feeble. Bobby realized there was no way he and his wife could stay married. There was no way they would always be together. "Bobby, I have something to tell you." She sat Bobby down and looked him in the eye gathering her thoughts. " I'm sorry Bobby, but last night I promised Tony he would be the only one to fuck my ass from now on." Bobby was devastated. Donna's ass had always been special to him. It was where he fit best. It was his favorite orifice, and in spite of his love for her great chest, it was his favorite part of her body. So well rounds, bubble built enough to make him drool, but small enough to be tight and firm. No cottage cheese on those cheeks! She refused to give him her anal virginity. He knew she played with dildos anally, and she loved the feel of his fingers in her back door, but she always balked at his cock coming to the party that way. He remembered being forced to watch someone else take her anal cherry like it was just this afternoon..... .... she had brought a strapping young black man home. He had delivered software packages to one of the sites she supervised, flirted with her shamelessly and asked her to meet her at his hotel for a night of heaven. She declined telling him her husband would object to her going to a hotel with a strange man. She allowed him to feel and show the rejection before telling him instead of the hotel, he would have to come home with her and let her husband watch. "You won't regret it. I will give you the fuck of your life. Your old man can't fuck like me. I'm gonna tap your ass like no one ever has. "My old man ain't so old, and never fails me in the sack. You can come home and fuck me, but no one bests my guy. And no one, including my husband, puts his pecker up my ass. No one confuses my exit by sending something in." "I'll make you a bet. I come home and fuck you silly. You let hubby watch. I'll stay away from your ass until hubby says anything about me being the best. Anything about the best, I get your ass. Anyone says anything like no one ever made you this or did you that we'll, anything making me #1 and I pop the cherry off your tail." Donna, thought a bit. It was a lot to risk. "What's in it for me? My stakes are high, what will you put up?" "If I lose, I'll give you my jet ski." Now understand, sex was no big deal to Donna. She never measured it against anything of material value. If she lost the bet, she'd give up her anal virginity in front of her husband, who she had always denied that honor and pleasure. She was certain she could make that up to Bobby though, by giving him her ass frequently and exclusively for a while. Exclusively, yeah, he would respond to having a "husband treat" for a while, that would do it. And what If she won? She took the bet. She took him home. Bobby was tired. his clinic was operating shorthanded, and he had spent a week loaded with what was for him very rare overtime. She woke Bobby as she brought her lover to bed, forcing a very reluctant and grouchy Bobby to watch. "Oh well," she rationalized " he'll feel so much better when I claim this putz' jet ski." He undressed and his dark black cock sprung up 10 inches long and thick as a coke can. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers. "Hello sailor." Ten minutes of pounding with his 10 inch chocolate colored cock and he was pulling Donna's trigger. 11 minutes in he was firing her on full automatic. In twelve minutes he had her screaming "Don't ever stop! Don't ever stop! Oh GAWD it's so good it's so good it's so good. Damn it motherfucker no one ever...." She shut up. But too late. His white toothy smile flashed bright against his dark skin. He had her. She just lost a jet ski. And her ass. She was upset at her weakness. She realized then, she always told lovers hey were the best, or no one had ever done her that well. It was something she said to stroke their ego. She even said it to Bobby now and again. Her orgasms stopped, though the cock didn't. She had denied Bobby her ass for years. She was actually holding it off or a special time with him, and always planned to give it up to her husband. Now here he was, in foul temper forced to watch her fuck this dark sex god, for a stupid bet he didn't know about. He was going to have to witness a stranger take her anal cherry, her out of bounds to him virgin ass because of a bet he didn't know about. Shit. The cock pumped on. An on. And on. She no longer recognized the fact that a man was attached to it. Donna had long ceased to enjoy this one. Her games with Bobby were one thing, but this would hurt him deeply. Her ass was always supposed to go to him. Finally the cock stiffened, pumped deep, and erupted its cum deeply into her. He lay on top of her, panting, the cock still buried in her oozing cunt. He pulled out, and a slurry of sex slime came with it, dragged hot by the broad flare of his mushroom head. "I'm gonna pee, grab a drink of water, and cum back in here to take my winnings." He strolled out. She looked at Bobby. He was weary, not aroused. He didn't need this. It was going to take something special from her, but the big special she had to give him was going to the man in their bathroom. "Bobby, I have a proposition for you." A half hour later, she lay panting on her stomach. Bobby had gotten up to show the first man to ever fuck her ass out of their home. He had stayed and watched it all. He was sullen and distant. She was sure his jealousy quotient was through the roof, but he had remained clothed and had not shot a single video or taken a single picture. That was not his usual demeanor. He liked watching her fuck, was always nude, often jerked off, and took hundreds of pics and videos for their later enjoyment. It was a bittersweet moment for her. She had been royally fucked in both holes, and her body still shuddered with after shock and glowed with post coital bliss. But she was unsure of Bobby for the first time ever. Bobby returned to the bedroom. In no time she felt his erection press into her ass and begin to pound. There were none of his usual gentle caresses, he uttered nothing sexy, her was no love. He simply took back what was his. Though he could now never claim any of his wife's cherries, he was clearly aiming her ass. It was his turf, she knew it. She promised it in her proposition. But now it felt different. Before she always enjoyed her sexual expolits. she enjoyed being a slut. But tonight, her husband was taking it in anger, and for the first time in her life, she felt not like a slut, but like a whore. She hadn't expected this, but knew she had deserved it. She didn't shed a tear for herself, but felt bad for Bobby. This was so out of his character. He finished, showered, and went to sleep. She showered, then joined him in bed. She woke up in the middle of the night. Bobby had rolled her on her stomach, ripped her panties down, and mounted her ass again. She heard him sob as his cock opened her ass wide. That brought tears to her eyes as well. He showered again. She didn't. She knew he would be back. He was. He fucked her ass four times that night, determined to ruin her. Bobby was a man possessed. For a week, he barely spoke to her, but he fucked her ass day and night. He grabbed her in the kitchen and spun her to the table, ripped her pants down and drove himself in dry. He threw her over the back of a couch and fucked her like a pile driver. He took her anywhere and everywhere. Her proposition was that she would give her lover her ass as her wager agreed, but after that, it would be Bobby's. Only Bobby's. Any time, any place, Bobby owned her ass. He held her to her word. Until Tony... "Oh great Donna. First no more blow jobs, then you go away with him every weekend. Now your ass. You promised me your ass when you lost it in that fucking bet. Mine and only mine for the rest of our lives. You and your promises. Your promises don't mean Jack. What happened to 'I'll always come back to you,' and 'don't worry, anything I do with someone else I will always make it up to you?' How can no more oral then no more anal be coming back to me, and how can you make that up?" Donna was caught in her own promises, but stubbornly refused to budge. She tried to get him to concede by promising to cut back on weekends, and give him more time when Tony was on weekend duty. "So I get Tony's leftovers. I get you only when he can't, and only your pussy." "Yes, but about that. I think you should start wearing a condom. I don't want to get pregnant again, and there is only so long a girl can spend in a diaphragm. I'll use that with Tony, because he really hates condoms, and you never minded. Once in a while I suppose we could slip you in without a cover, but we know how fertile your sperm is, and I'm going off the pill." "Why?" "Well, my period lasts longer when I'm on the pill, and it really eats into Tony and my sex life, so I thought," "I've been dealing with your fucking period for years. For Tony you go off the pill and make your husband wear condoms. Hey Donna, tell me how you really feel." "I don't understand Bobby, what do you want me to say?" "Just level with me. Do you still love me at all? Or is Tony already more than a lover. He's my replacement, isn't he?" She doesn't answer. She doesn't have to. He knows the score. They try to continue. They want to make it work for the kids' sake. It was as if as long as she didn't say it, they don't have to face her being in love with Tony. He tries to Romance her, to keep her from Tony. He brings flowers, he gives her gentle massages with soft music and hot stones. He cooks for her, ramps up his fathering skills. He tries to take her ass. His ass, she gave it to him. He is denied. He is almost totally cut off. Then the day came when she got up in the morning, and left without kissing him goodbye. She had never done that before. She was gone to him. She was apologetic when she came home. She brought a take out dinner and a bottle of wine. She had tickets to a ball game Friday night, and began to tell Bobby she was going to spend the weekend with him. No rules, no restrictions. They would be each other's one and only from Friday after work until Monday. She had a sitter to stay with the kids, a hotel reservation near the stadium, and plans to wear him out every night. She didn't see Bobby sitting forlornly at the kitchen table as she chattered away about how much fun they were going to have, how great it would be. She turned the corner with her treats to see him sitting at the table, his cheeks streaked with tears, and a sheaf of papers in front of him. They were divorce papers. He had enough.... .....Donna could out-suck a vacuum cleaner. And she was going world class on Bobby again. Three years! He had missed out on this for so long! Being an exclusive cumslut had been one of Bobby's early gifts to Tony, which was how Bobby thought of the things Tony got that Donna no longer gave her husband. Had she missed him that much? Was this the beginning of her trying to woo her way back to him? He knew there was something behind this. Soon his over thinking causes Tony to soften. Donna notices, but instead of saying something, slides her hand up to his balls, then lets one fInger tease towards his anus, then slide in slowly to find his prostate. She has his full attention, and he spews.... Bobby's sex life wasn't what it was when they were married, but he wasn't an inactive divorcee either. Truth was, he only dated when Donna had the kids. He hadn't gone out this week and his date two weeks ago was kind of a bust. Busty yes, but with a level of passion as exciting as a wet dog. He was a single parent of very active kids, trying to take some extra work when schedules allowed between driving kids to little league and ballet lessons. It was exhausting. Lying down for some "alone time" was rare and uninspired, since he refused to keep porn in the same house where he was raising a family. The best sex he had gotten over the last month was with Mrs. Soap for a quickie in the shower. He blew a wad into Donna's eager mouth, and she handled it like a pro, not spilling a drop. Handled it like a pro....well hat fits, he thought. "Bobby, we need to talk." He laughed. Not a little, big waves of belly rippling tear jerking laughter came over him. The four words of impending disaster that no man wants to hear from his woman, coming from the lips of a woman who used to be his were somehow funny to him. Lips that had just encased his cock with a most delicious blow job, were now trying to tell him something she had to cushion with "we need to talk." Oh this was going to be good. "Donna, the days we had to talk are long gone," he laughed. "It's a custody issue." Well, that killed the laughter. He leveled an icy gaze at her. They both knew she was not "Mom" material. Oh she did fine for the short stretches their custody agreement gave her, but for the long haul? No way. She was an executive with little time for after school activities, and a slut who favored sleeping with muscles and big cocks over comforting a nightmare or a fever stricken child in the middle of the night. she was sweet and kind with the kids, but she was the kind of sweet and kind that enjoyed kids then was thrilled to pass them off when they weren't playing.