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Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 00

By: ISawYourMommy



Kelly MacGuire nee Fitzgerald was in her mid-thirties when Dan met her in during the summer of 2004. She had been married since spring 2000, and had one child, Evelyn, two years later. She used to work as a consultant to the computer industry for the Chicago office of a major consultancy, where she met her husband, Mike. However, after Evelyn was born, she never went back to work full-time. She did, however, remain working on a contract basis for the company, helping it recruit at various colleges and business schools around the country.

In what remained of her time, Kelly chose instead to take care of Evelyn, as she and Mike didn't need the additional income. He made plenty of money to maintain their three-story, Lincoln Park walk-up, his Range Rover and her BMW. They traveled often, and he made sure to keep her in stylish clothes and beautiful jewelry, not the least of which was her engagement and wedding rings. The engagement ring was a 3-karat emerald cut diamond in a platinum setting with bagets completely covering the band. Her wedding ring matched the engagement ring in both beauty and extravagance.

So, Kelly's life, on the surface anyway, was not terribly exciting. But her body certainly is. Kelly stands about five feet, four inches tall, and weighs not much over one hundred and ten pounds. Her cute feet, usually with red pedicured toe nails, lead up to trim but strong legs. Given that she is under five and half feet tall, her legs don't go on forever, but they are nicely proportioned and quite a sight to behold. She keeps them, along with her stomach and bottom, trim and fit through a daily regimen of exercise and a proper diet.

What are not trim are her breasts. They are firm, but that's only because she has kept them encased in 34D bras since they grew to that size in her late teens. They haven't really started to droop at all, though given their size and six months of breastfeeding Evelyn, they aren't exactly pushing up her chin, either. But they are beautiful, sitting proudly on her chest, capped with light pink, inch-and-a-half areolas and thick nipples that grow thicker and almost obscenely elongated when she is sexually stimulated.

But to look at her, one would never associate Kelly with the word "obscene." She has the face of a well-tanned angel, and looks strikingly similar to Josie Bissett, if you can reach back in your memory and pull out Fox's "Melrose Place." Her eyes are usually baby blue, but sometimes appear brighter than that. Her hair, a shade or two lighter than dirty blonde, hangs just past her shoulders, but she will occasionally where it in a ponytail. She usually doesn't wear too much make up, insofar as her natural beauty doesn't require it, but is rarely without light pink or red lipstick. Put her in her typical Lincoln Park mommy outfits – stylish pants, a sexy but still reserved blouse, an expensive pair of Tod's – and you would never suspect what lurks beneath Kelly's conservative façade.

These stories are about what lurks beneath. In her heart of hearts, Kelly understands and revels in the fact that she is an unfaithful slut. She thinks nothing of cheating on Mike whenever the mood strikes her – often – and has thoroughly discarded any semblance of adherence to her marriage vows, and to any norms of morality, as well. Both before and after she met Mike, many men have felt, licked and fucked her 34D breasts and squeezed, pulled, twisted and bitten the thick nipples that sit atop them. Her vagina – which she religiously has waxed (Mike thinks it's for his benefit) – has been licked and stretched by men (and boys) from all walks of life, and all manner of cultures – and colors. Nor is her anus off limits, having been invaded by cocks long and short, fat and skinny, white, black, brown and yellow, young and old, not to mention more than a few inanimate objects.

What might be even more surprising than her continuous acts of infidelity is the relish with which she attacks each act. Many such hard-bodied women are lifeless in bed; they have bodies to stir the interests of any straight man and many curious women, but the imagination and enthusiasm and aggressiveness are missing. Not so with Kelly MacGuire. She begs for it. Some of the things that come out of her mouth will stupefy the average listener. And it goes beyond that. Kelly certainly understands her own mind, her own unquenchable thirst for sex, but she demands, in her own underhanded way, that her partners do, too. Only when they have grasped this – only when they remind her of what she is, of what she is doing, of how immoral and indecent she is – does Kelly really reach her pinnacle. Yes, Kelly begs for the physical release, but also for the psychological release brought on by degradation and humiliation.

When engaging in these acts of infidelity, Kelly always flaunts her marital status, and her left ring finger is always adorned with her engagement ring and wedding band. It doesn't matter one whit to her that that hand may be wrapped around a thick, black cock in the back room of her parents' country club, or guiding a long cock up and into her hairless vagina as her seven-month-pregnant body straddles a freshman college student in his dorm room, or inserting a finger in her own anus while being pounded from behind by an immigrant Cuban in a run-down flat off Calle Ocho in Miami.

Though she often seeks out strange men while attired in her mommy clothes with just a smear of color across her lips, Kelly can occasionally be found with blood-red fingernails and heavy lipstick to match, tight tank tops with her huge breasts bulging out the sides, skin-tight leather pants or mini-skirts, and heels that scream "I'm a slut. You can fuck me. All you have to do is ask." And many strange men have taken Kelly MacGuire up on this offer. Too many to count, and too many to fully recount here. The stories here, however, are some of the highlights, embodying some of Kelly MacGuire's sluttiest, filthiest and most obscene sexual deeds as a married, but not even remotely faithful, mother of one. 

Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 01



Chapter 01 (Dan Meets Kelly)

Being one of the last big summer events before Labor Day, the Chicago Air and Water Show always provided for a fun weekend. Marc, one of Dan's best friends, owned a condo in Bucktown just north of Division Street, and every Saturday of the Air and Water Show, he threw an all-day party. He lived on the top floor, and a stairway from his living room led up to a private deck that spanned the entirety of the roof. The party would usually start in the late morning and continue throughout the afternoon and evening. The great thing about Marc's Air and Water Show parties was his proximity to one of the flight paths: his condo sat just below one of them, and throughout the afternoon, all manner of planes – from streaking F-15 fighter jets to World War II-era prop planes – passed directly overhead.

True to form, Marc's party for the 2004 Air and Water Show was another great one. Dan went over early on Saturday to help him at the grocery and liquor stores, and then to set up. Several trunk-sized coolers on the roof deck supplemented a beer refrigerator inside. A large gas grill smoked most of the day, laden with hamburgers, brats, chicken and steaks. From beginning to end, about seventy five people would attend this party.

Midway through the afternoon, Dan was sitting at one of the tables on the roof deck, talking with a group of friends. Some of these had gone to college with him and Marc, others they knew from their respective jobs. Marc's older sister, Belinda, was also at the table talking with some of her friends. As a lumbering Air Force C-130 passed overhead, Dan turned west and watched its image recede.

He was about to turn back to the conversation at the table when a striking blonde walked through the door and out onto the roof deck. She glanced around, as though looking for someone, and a bright smile took over her face as she waved in Dan's general direction. Looking behind him, Dan heard Belinda shriek, and saw her wave back, and get up. Dan leaned toward Jeff, who was sitting next to him. "Who's that?"

Jeff turned to look toward the blonde newcomer, and said, "Not sure. I've seen her before. I think she's friends with Belinda." Dan turned his attention back to the athletic body bearing an angelic, almost regal, face, and felt a stirring in his groin. As she walked toward the table, he took in the tanned and toned legs that protruded from beneath a white, pleated tennis skirt; footy socks and Nike tennis shoes covered her feet. She wore a pale blue polo shirt that hung loosely but still was insufficient to conceal the fact of her large breasts. Her flaxen locks were pulled back in a ponytail, and her face appeared freshly scrubbed.

When she and Belinda met on the other side of the table from where Dan was sitting, they embraced in a big hug. "Hey, Kel, what took you so long?"

"I had a long session with my tennis pro. I thought I'd get here earlier, but he kept me longer than I thought," Dan overheard the girl reply in a soft, sweet voice.

"Well, let me introduce you to everyone. Everyone, this is Kelly, a good friend of mine from college. Kelly, this is Nancy, Marie, Jeff, Dan, Christian and Matt. I think you may have met Nancy and Marie before; the guys are friends with my little brother." Kelly gave a shy wave to everyone at the table; Dan could not help but notice how strikingly blue her expressive eyes were. After everyone said their 'hellos' and 'nice to meet yous,' Belinda said, "Hey, let me get you a drink. What do you want? We have Miller Lite, Bud Light, Bud? There's also vodka and whiskey, mixers, too."

"Miller Lite sounds good." Kelly moved to a vacant chair at the table and sat down while Belinda went to get her beer. Crossing one trim leg over another, the Nike tennis shoe bouncing to the rhythm of the music coming from the stereo, she struck up a conversation with Nancy and Marie, who she had in fact met before. Dan stole a few quick glances her way but, not wanting to be obvious, returned to his conversation with Jeff, Matt and Christian. When Belinda returned a few minutes later, Dan saw, from the corner of his eye, Kelly reach out for the bottle. He turned his head her way, and watched as her long, tanned fingers gripped the dripping bottle. The light pink polish on her nails appeared almost transparent, but what Dan noticed more immediately was the huge diamond gleaming on her left ring finger.

A Blue Angels F-15 streaked above the roof deck, casting a fleeting shadow as it did. When the plane had cleared the area and people could talk again, Dan again joined his conversation, but still heard Kelly say in response to an unheard question, "Yeah, he's pretty wonderful," as she took a ladylike pull from the beer bottle.

"Where is he now?" Nancy asked.

Swallowing, Kelly said, "He's down in the Carolinas with some friends playing golf. Some sort of guys' weekend, I guess. I can't wait for him to get back, though. He's been gone since last Saturday."

"When is he getting back?" This from Marie.

"Tomorrow afternoon sometime. Thankfully, my parents have Evelyn for the weekend, so I've had some peace and quiet." From there, the conversation among the women at the table devolved into babies and work, and Dan's ears stayed attuned to his own conversation.

Over the next several hours, Dan mingled with various groups of people, sometimes sitting at the table, but moving around the roof deck and into the condo. He would occasionally see Kelly talking with this group or that, and often stared too long at her classically beautiful features – or her generous breasts, or shapely legs, or tight little ass.

By the time nine o'clock rolled around, Dan was pretty beat. He'd gotten up early to help Jeff with this party, and started drinking around eleven that morning. The alcohol, combined with the hot, August sun, left him ready for bed. He found Jeff and said his good-byes, and talked to a few other people before bounding down the stairs and into the condo. Approaching the door, Dan ran into Kelly, almost literally. She had a tennis bag and racquet slung over her shoulder, the strap crossing between her enormous breasts, accenting their prominence for whoever wanted to look.

"Takin' off?" he asked, as he held the door open for her.

"Yes. I've had a long day and just want to get home and relax," she responded, as she descended the stairs, Dan following her down. "Too much alcohol and sun whipped me," she said over her shoulder.

"I know what you mean, baby. That's why I'm outta here with you."

On the sidewalk, Kelly looked both ways, as did Dan, and failed to see any cabs coming up the street. "It's always difficult to get a cab in this neighborhood at this time of night," she muttered.

"Not really. They just don't come up the side streets. Come on; let's walk down to Division. Should be easier there." As they started walking, Dan asked Kelly where she lived.

"Lincoln Park, right around Armitage and Sheffield."

"Huh. I'm just north of there. If the taxi situation doesn't look good, why don't we share one. I'll have him drop you off first."

"Ah, sure, thanks." After they reached Division, they waited about five minutes for a cab. When it pulled to the curb, Dan opened the door for Kelly to get in. He marveled at the way her tennis skirt swooshed back and forth over her firm bottom as she leaned in to put her tennis bag and racquet on the back seat. When she climbed in after her bag, Dan started shutting the door after her. Kelly reached a manicured hand out and stopped the door from shutting all the way, her mesmerizing eyes cast upward toward Dan.

"Jump in, Dan. We waited a while for this one. Who knows when the next will come?" Dan shrugged his shoulders and got in the cab beside her. Kelly put her bag on her lap, and slid over next the door on the opposite side of the cab as Dan shut the door. "Armitage and Sheffield," he instructed the driver.

On the way over toward Lincoln Park, Kelly and Dan made small talk about their lives, comparing notes on their neighborhoods and rising real estate prices. As the taxi neared Clybourn and Sheffield, it got snarled in traffic. Dan peered through the security screen and sighed. "We could be here all night." After a pause, "Tell you what. You're not far from here, let's just get out and walk. It'll probably be faster."

After the driver pulled the cab to the curb, Dan and Kelly got out and started walking up Sheffield. A few blocks on, Kelly pointed toward an alley and veered that way. "Let's cut through here. I'm on the next block over." Dan followed her into the alley and marveled again as her tennis skirt swish over her rear end before he caught up with her.

"It's not safe to walk through alleys at night, you know," he said in a playful tone as they walked through the garage-lined alley.

"I know that. But I've got you as my protector, right?" she giggled, lightly bumping her shoulder into his arm. Her soft voice was almost rousing. "Thank you for paying for the taxi, by the way. That was very nice of you. When we get to my house, I'll dig my wallet out of this bag and pay you back."

"No need, Kelly. It was my pleasure."

Kelly again bumped her shoulder into him, but this time significantly harder. Dan wobbled a little, away from her, and Kelly followed him, using a little hand to gently shove him up against a garage door. When Dan's back hit the door, her other hand joined the first, and Kelly, up on her toes now, leaned in close to him; he could feel the softness of her full breasts press against his ribs. "Your pleasure, is right," she whispered, letting a hand drop down Dan's chest, over his stomach and waist to his groin. Through his shorts, Dan felt her dainty hand search for and discovery his limp cock, which she gently kneaded through the fabric, her full, pink lips landing soft kisses along his neck.

"Jesus," Dan murmured in delight.

Feeling his cock thicken under her manipulation, Kelly's manicured thumb and forefinger found the zipper of Dan's shorts, and eased it down. Her long, cool fingers wormed their way through the opening and into his boxers before pulling his cock out into the muggy night air. Gripping the lengthening shaft in her little hand, she began lightly jerking it, bringing blood to bear. "Mind if I suck on it?" she whispered into his ear, blowing hot breath as she did, sending chills up Dan's spine.

Without waiting for an answer, Kelly dropped into a squat, her tennis skirt ruffling in a breeze that blew down the alley. Her left hand still stroking at the base of Dan's cock, Kelly's pink lips parted and her wet tongue darted out, taking a quick swipe at the cockhead. "Mmmm," Dan heard her moan, before her pretty mouth opened wider and engulfed his now-bloated head. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, ensuring that the first few inches of Dan's shaft were coated in her thick saliva.

Dan looked down to see the end of his burgeoning cock disappear between the housewife's lips. Kelly placed her free hand on Dan's ass, pulled the rest of his cock into her mouth, and began a slow in-and-out rhythm, twisting her soft lips around the now-swollen shaft, adding to the wonderful sensations that coursed through Dan's veins. He placed a hand on top of her head and increased the pace at which she was sucking him. Kelly's hand dropped from Dan's ass and disappeared underneath her tennis skirt; when he heard her take a sharp breath through her nose, Dan knew her dainty fingers had found her clit.

Three garage doors down, a light flickered on, and the grinding sound from an aging garage door opener pulled Kelly's mouth from Dan's shaft and her fingers from her clit. She quickly stuffed Dan's cock back through his zipper opening, and moved away from him, picking up her tennis bag and racquet. "Come on. Let's go back to my house," she said over her shoulder, leading the way down the alley, her sexy ass swaying beneath her tennis skirt. Where the alley met the street, she took a right and walked a few doors down, then bounced up the entry steps to a three-story walkup of 1930s vintage.

She keyed the door and Dan followed her in. The structure may have been built decades ago, but the interior had obviously been rehabilitated more recently. Spread out before him was a living area straight from a contemporary interior design showcase. But Dan barely had time to study the front portion of the home. As soon as Kelly had shut the front door, and without saying a word, she led Dan by the hand past the front room and halfway down a hallway, pulling him into a home office.

In one corner of the office sat an antique partners' desk with a Tiffany lamp casting a yellow glow throughout the room. Across from the desk were a leather club chair and matching couch. 'Must be her husband's room,' Dan thought. The walls above the chair rails were painted sterling green – much like the felt on a billiards table – with deep oak paneling below. Built-in bookshelves held volumes from Stephen King, Dan Brown and other such notable authors, various trinkets, and pictures of he and Kelly, and of the two of them and a toddler. Golf prints – one from the 2001 British Open at Royal Lytham caught Dan's eye – adorned the walls.

Kelly pulled Dan onto the couch, and sat on his left, facing him, tucking a leg beneath her. When he settled and his mouth opened to say something, her bright blue eyes smiled into his, and her left hand reached out and cupped the side of his face, pulling it toward her. Their lips met, and Dan felt her sensuous tongue slip into his mouth; he moaned into her, blood rushing to his groin as he settled deeper into the leather couch.

Kelly brushed her hand down his cheek and neck – Dan shuddered as her nails scraped softly against his skin – to his chest, rubbing his pectorals. The two continued their passionate kissing, and Dan moved a hand to Kelly's hips, leaving it there for a moment or two before tracing up the supple lines of her torso. He hesitated a moment, and cupped one of her jutting breasts in his hand, gently kneading the abundant flesh. Receiving no rebuke, he increased his massaging and, through the fabric of her polo shirt, felt her nipple grow and thicken.

Having spurred Dan into action, Kelly slowly dropped her small hand toward his waist, her manicured nails drawing circles across his stomach as she did. While her tongue maintained its invasion of Dan's mouth, she gripped the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it up, exposing his belt buckle. Gently pulling the belt loose, she deftly released the button of his shorts and pulled the zipper down, spreading the material of his shorts as she went. When Kelly broke their kiss and gave a slight tug at his shorts, Dan lifted his hips from the leather cushion, and she pulled his shorts and boxers to his ankles, where they caught on his shoes. He settled his naked butt back on the cool leather of the cushion.

Her prize now exposed, Kelly lightly ran her nails up and down the shaft of his cock, sending shivers up Dan's spine as he rested his head on the back of the couch. Closing his eyes, he snaked a hand behind her and slowly but firmly rubbed the small of her back. As his cock continued to expand, Kelly wrapped her fingers firmly around it, stroking it, burying her head at the base of his neck, her full, wet lips kissing him there, causing him to moan deep in his throat. Dan opened his eyes to see Kelly's elegant hand wrapped around his cock, her manicured nails almost but not quite meeting. The diamond from her engagement ring glittered in the pale yellow light cast from the desk. He shuddered at the sight, and his breathing increased almost to a pant.

"My, my," she whispered in his ear. "What's got you so excited?"

"You do," Dan breathed.

"You like my large breasts pressed up against you?" she taunted, still in a whisper.

"Mmm-hmm." Kelly suddenly leaned up and buried her hot tongue deep in his mouth, then just as quickly pulled back, her hand stroking his cock all the while. A drop of pre-cum formed at the tip, threatening to break free and run down the shaft.

"My pink tongue in your mouth?" she continued at his ear.

"Yes," he panted, as her dainty fingers swiped pre-cum from the tip of his cock, lubricating the shaft.

"Doesn't bother you that I'm married? That you're in my husband's house, on his couch?"

"Oh, god, no," Dan nearly grunted out, his thick cock pulsing in Kelly's dainty, little hand.

"Oohh, that excites you, huh?" she said a little louder, feeling it tremble. "What excites you about it, Dan?"

"That you . . . shouldn't . . . be doing . . . this," he exhaled, his eyes screwed shut again.

"Doing what, Dan?" Her voice was back to a whisper now, and she blew hot breath into Dan's ear, nibbling at the earlobe. "Stroking a stranger's cock? Acting like a slut with my husband gone?"

"Mmmmm," he barely let out. Kelly increased the pace of her stroking; Dan could feel the back of her wedding ring catch on the ridges of his cock, and groaned from deep in his throat.

"So you like fucking around with married women, huh?" Dan could only nod as Kelly collected more pre-cum and further lubricated his shaft. "Like having their little hands wrapped around this fat cock, rings staring you in the face?" Dan exhaled deeply, moaning, his hips jerking under Kelly's ministrations as pre-cum flowed liberally now from the shiny tip of his cock. His eyes closed in bliss, Dan couldn't see it, but a smile of satisfaction crossed Kelly's lips. She leaned even closer into Dan's ear, her oversized breasts squishing against his shoulder. Whispering even lower, she said, "We're made for each other, Dan."

Kelly pulled away from him and shifted her trim legs so that both were tucked beneath her. She grabbed the bottom hem of her polo shirt and pulled it up over her torso, revealing her bra-encased 34D breasts. Kelly tossed the shirt to the floor and reached behind her with both arms. Her breasts jutted forward and up as she undid the hooks behind her, pulling the bra off in one easy motion. Dan's eyes hooded as her firm breasts, capped with thick, light pink nipples, came into view. A soft tan line surrounded them, revealing that Kelly had sunbathed in a bikini often that summer.

Having discarded the bra, Kelly again leaned toward Dan, dragging her breasts against his chest. She lowered her torso toward his groin, and pulled the now-hanging globes across his crotch. Dan replaced his left hand on the small of her back, venturing lower toward her firm, skirt-covered ass. He felt a thickening nipple scrape across the flesh of his groin before dragging over his twitching cock. Kelly turned her head, shaking her dirty blond tresses from in front of her face, and looked up at him, her bright eyes sparkling in amusement. "Feel good, Dan?" she asked, somewhat needlessly.

"Oh, god, yes," he almost hissed. "You have amazing breasts." She moved her torso up his, dragging her nipples along the shirt that still covered him. She placed her wet, pink lips at his earlobe, sucking it between her teeth and nibbling lightly. She moved slightly, and blew hot breath into his ear.

"They're not breasts, Dan," she whispered, her left hand again finding his thick cock, stroking, pulling, tugging. "They're tits," she said louder, biting hard on the last word. Softer again: "My husband calls them breasts. Everyone else who gets to play with them calls them tits. So call them tits, okay?" she finished, again taking his earlobe between her teeth, the pace of her hand on his shaft increasing. Again, Dan could only nod, but he increased the pressure of the massage he was giving her ass cheeks, slowly pulling her tennis skirt up as he did so.

Kelly's mouth left his ear, and she wasted little time lowering her face Dan's cock, drawing the head between her full lips. She allowed some saliva to escape from her pretty mouth and dribble down the side of his shaft. She dropped her face further, and a few inches of Dan's cock slipped easily into her mouth, Kelly bobbing and twisting her head, her lips locked tightly around the now-slippery shaft.




Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 01



Dan had by now managed to pull her tennis skirt up and over her hips, exposing her tanned ass to anyone who happened by the door to her husband's office, his hand rubbing her sacrum just above her asshole. Kelly slid her legs back, lying flat on her stomach now, as her mouth continued to glide up and down Dan's cock; he could feel her tits compress against his thigh. Her saliva dripped down the shaft, threatening to saturate his pubic hair. She felt her own juices lubricating her vagina, and rubbed her legs together, hoping to increase the blissful sensations she now felt between her legs.

Not obtaining the satisfaction she sought, Kelly rolled her hips slightly toward the back of the couch, exposing her thong-covered crotch to the room's faint light. Dan hand remained motionless and stayed where it was, thus traveling along Kelly's ass cheeks and around to the front of her hips as she turned. When his fingers felt the lace of her thong, he ran two of them along the incredibly smooth skin that resides in that fold where a woman's legs meet her crotch. Lying now on her right side, her lips still clutching at Dan's shaft, Kelly raised her left leg onto the back of the couch, giving him better access to her vagina.

Though his brain was somewhat fogged with lust, Dan didn't need to be force-fed instructions. He allowed a finger to find its way into the band of Kelly's thong, and then another. The two fingers smoothed their way downward along Kelly's outer labia, picking up trace amounts of her own internal fluids as they went. On their way back up, the outer labia eased open, saturating Dan's fingers with juices. At the apex, the fingers slipped over a hard, little bump, and Dan heard Kelly take a quick breath through her nose. During their journey, those fingers did not encounter a single hair.

Dan dipped his fingers once again between Kelly's labia, lubricating them further, before returning to her clitoris. He delicately rubbed the bud and was rewarded with another sharp intake of breath. Still, Kelly continued to stroke Dan's cock between her full, pink lips, even as Dan began to rub her clitoris in tight circles, increasing both his speed and pressure. Her breathing increased in time with his fingers dancing across her clit; her mouth full, she sounded like a quarter horse after a hard-run race, breathing through her nose as she was. Perspiration formed a light sheen across her skin.

With a grunt, Kelly removed Dan's cock from her mouth and planted little kisses and long licks along the shaft, regaining her breath. "Do you like my little hairless vagina?" she asked as she went, without really expecting an answer. She couldn't see, with her pretty, angelic face buried in Dan's crotch, but he actually nodded. "It's not a vagina to you," she muttered, continuing to kiss and lick his shaft. "It's a cunt. A slutty . . . overused . . . unfaithful cunt," she finished between licks at the pre-cum capping his cock head.

Dan groaned at her filthy language, and when she again pulled the thick shaft between her lips and into the hot cauldron of her mouth, he bucked his hips up against her face. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat and heard her gag in response. Kelly wrapped her left hand around the base of his cock and his balls to keep him steady, but otherwise didn't miss a beat.

Dan's fingers continued to skip across Kelly's clit, rubbing it back and forth and in little, tight circles, occasionally dipping his fingers into her cunt for added lubrication. Kelly began moaning and bucking her hips at his fingers; he could feel her moans pulsate down the length of his shaft and into his cum-laden balls. With Dan still manipulating her clit, her moans turned to pants, and his cock slipped from Kelly's mouth, slapping against thigh. "Ooohhh, fuck," she spit out, burying her face in his pubic hair.

"Are you gonna cum, Kelly? Is your little shaved cunt gonna cum on my fingers?" Dan said, catching his breath. His fingers increased the speed on her clit, squishing it between them and her pelvis. Her trim hips jerked wildly against his assaulting hand.

Kelly's left hand released Dan's cock and balls, and tightly gripped the inside of his thigh; he could feel her manicured nails digging into his skin as he continued to roughly work on her clit. Her body went rigid for a split second, and then resumed trembling. "Uuuggghhhh!" she almost screamed out, her left hand shooting down to cover Dan's, ensuring that he maintained pressure on her throbbing clit. Kelly's lithe little body shuddered as she rode through her orgasm. Her cunt juices flowed generously from between her lips, coating Dan's hand in the thick substance.

As she settled down, Dan heard her whisper, "Jesus Christ, that felt good." Kelly remained sprawled along the couch and across Dan's crotch; her sweat collected between them and dripped down his inner thigh to the cushion of the couch. Her left hand resumed its stroking of Dan's shaft, and she placed light kisses around the base of his cock. "It's not shaved," she said in a barely audible voice.

"No, it's not"

"Not you, me. . . . Shaved. You said 'shaved.' I'm not shaved." Kelly angled Dan's cock toward her mouth, and took it between her pink lips, swirling her tongue around the head. "I wax it every week or so." Her tongue swiped over the sensitive head. "Mike thinks I do it for him; he loves it bald." A chuckle escaped her throat before she took the length of Dan's shaft in her mouth; he felt the head hit the back of her throat again, but this time Kelly didn't gag. "Couldn't be more wrong. I do it for me," she continued, pulling the saliva-drenched shaft from between her lips. "I love the way it feels when a big, fat cock slides along my bald lips. Sooo smooooth."

Kelly sighed and pulled herself from her prone position, and moved to pull Dan's shirt over his head. He complied while kicking his shoes off, followed by his shorts and boxers. That accomplished, Kelly got off the couch and pushed her tennis skirt and thong down over her shapely hips, letting them fall to the floor at her feet. She leaned down and gave Dan a lighthearted shove so that he fell to his left. He adjusted so that he was lying flat on his back on the couch. Kelly kicked a leg over his body and brought her bald, wet cunt down right over his face, facing away from him.

Bracing a knee on a leather cushion, standing on the other leg, and placing her elegant hands on his chest, Kelly lowered her pussy towards Dan's mouth. "Eat," she ordered simply, as she felt Dan's tongue lick along her cunt lips. It pushed her lips back and forth, opening her up, and slipped into her wet hole, licking and probing. Every few licks, Dan would withdraw his tongue from her cunt, and lash at her clit, causing her juices to flow from her. His nose tickling her perineum, Dan could hear Kelly's breath quicken somewhere above him.

As she rotated her hips on Dan's face, grinding her pussy against his mouth, Kelly began to pant loudly. Her hips bucked a few times, almost crushing Dan's nose, and she collapsed forward, down his body. Dan placed his now-free hands on her tight butt, getting a steady grip on her, keeping his tongue in constant contact with her cunt.

At the same time, Kelly wrapped a dainty little hand around Dan's shaft and tugged on him hard. He could feel her massive, sweaty tits squishing against him, her distended nipples poking his stomach, sliding between their bodies. Soon, Dan felt her wet mouth engulf him; her cascading hair tickled his thighs as she bobbed her mouth up and down the shaft. Occasionally, Dan could feel her tongue break the seal between his cock and her lips; it would slide down the topside of his shaft, spreading her saliva and his pre-cum with it. With the added lubrication, Kelly vigorously stroked the base of his shaft, almost forming a circle with her thumb and forefinger.

With her free hand, Kelly reached behind her and placed it on one of Dan's that was squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks. She gently coaxed it toward the crack of her ass, and removed her hand from his. But Dan's left hand just continued to massage. Kelly again reached behind her; she found one of the fingers on Dan's hand, and grasped just it, pulling it towards her asshole. Dan opened his eyes. Above him, he saw Kelly's perfectly manicured fingers pulling one of his; her engagement ring, sparkling in the light from the table lamp, was just inches from his face. But he still wasn't following her lead.

Kelly pulled her mouth from Dan's cock and turned her head his way. As her hand guided the tip of Dan's finger to her crinkled asshole, Dan's tongue still playing games with her cunt lips and clit, she grunted out, "Fingerfuck my asshole," releasing Dan's finger as it began probing around her asshole.

After Kelly's lips reattached to the engorged tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the purple head, Dan slipped his finger down and between her cunt lips, coating his finger with some of her abundant juices, and brought it back to her asshole. Rubbing the natural lubricant around the opening, his finger crept inside her, quickly reaching a knuckle's depth. Two or three times, Dan coated his raiding finger in Kelly's cunt juices and sweat, until finally her inner walls were sufficiently lubricated to allow his finger to easily glide in and out.

Dan again concentrated his efforts, through his tongue, on Kelly's bald cunt, and soon his tongue beat to the same rhythm as his finger. "Mmmmm," he barely heard her moan, though his cock, pressed firmly against her tongue within the warm depths of her mouth, carried the deep pulses from her throat through his balls.

The low frequency vibrations running through his cock and balls, combined with Kelly's short but firm jerks at the base of his cock, turned the head of Dan's cock a deep purple within the darkness of her mouth. The finger penetrating her asshole lost its rhythm, and the beat of Dan's tongue against Kelly's clit became erratic. He jerked his hips a little, then more, and his tongue slipped away from Kelly's exposed bud. "Oh, fuck," he murmured.

Sensing he was about to cum, and not wanting him to just yet, Kelly loosened her grip on the base of Dan's cock, and stilled her vocal cords. She let his shaft slip from between her lips, leaving only a thin string of saliva connecting it to her mouth. "Not yet, you don't. I want this monster in me . . . punishing my nasty hole." Using her hands, she pushed herself up off Dan's body, and swung her leg back off the couch, dismounting him with a graceful elegance that seemed somewhat incongruent given the setting. A droplet of sweat fell from an engorged nipple as she did so, falling on Dan's chest.

Grabbing his wrist in her lovely hand, Kelly took a step and fell back into the corner of the couch at his feet, pulling him on top of her. Her legs splayed wide, her massive tits wobbling on her chest, slicked with the sheen of perspiration, Kelly reached between them and took Dan's thick cock in her left hand, lightly shucking it back and forth. "Mmmm," she moaned, staring intently into Dan's eyes above her. "Long and thick, just like my unfaithful hole likes 'em," she hissed.

Satisfied that it his cock was stiff and engorged enough to stretch her cunt walls, Kelly positioned the purple head against the hairless lips of her pussy, and then dragged it up and down her splayed cunt lips, covering it with her ample juices. A slight tug and Dan pushed forward, relishing the feeling of his shaft sinking into Kelly's warm, wet hole. "Holy shit," Dan barely managed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He pulled back once, and pushed forward, then did it again, and he was securely buried to his pubic hair in Kelly's snug cunt. Kelly wrapped her lithe legs behind him as he began a slow fucking motion.

Their bodies, glowing now with their sweat, settled into a comfortable rhythm, and Dan increased the speed of his penetration. "A little faster," Kelly demanded. "Come on, slam into me harder!" Complying, Dan at the same time removed a bracing hand from the arm of the couch, and placed it under one of Kelly's bulging tits, lifting the firm globe up. He leaned down and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Kelly's hands wrapped around Dan's head, her manicured fingers coursing through his hair, and pulled his face tight against her tits. "Suck it, Dan. Suck my nipple! Take it between your teeth!" Kelly moaned and twisted her body against him as Dan sucked the fat, distended nipple through his teeth, roughly scraping the sensitive flesh.

They were abruptly pulled from their reverie by a ringing phone; it was so loud that Dan nearly jumped, biting Kelly's nipple in the process. Her eyes went wide as she released Dan's face from her fat tits. Realizing now that her phone was ringing, she reached behind her with one hand, and placed a finger of the other before her lips, shushing Dan. She lifted the cordless phone from its cradle, a long, manicured finger hitting "Send" as she brought it to her ear.

"Hello?" Dan had stopped fucking her, but a kick in his ass from one of her feet pushed his cock back into her squishy cunt. "Hiii, sweetie," she said coyly, staring Dan in the eye as he slowly sliced his cock in and out of her. "I miss you, too." With her free hand, Kelly motioned for Dan to speed it up. "Are you having fun with the guys?" Dan did want to disappoint her, and increased the tempo of his fucking; each time he entered her, he stopped just short of full penetration. "How'd you shoot?" he heard her ask her husband. Dan looked into Kelly's eyes again, and found her staring right back at him. He saw her lips move, but, his brain clouded with lust at the nastiness of this situation, he could barely make out the words. 'Fuck . . . my . . . nasty . . . cunt.'

"Just went to a . . . ugh . . . party that Belinda's brother had today." Kelly's eyes went wide as Dan slammed his cock into the adulterous whore below him, crashing his pelvis against her throbbing clit. "Nothing, honey. I was just reaching for the remote." Dan leaned down and again took a distended nipple between his lips, his cock still stroking in and out of the bald, cheating cunt, crushing her clit between their pelvic bones. Releasing the nipple, he bathed it in his saliva, lightly running his tongue around the inch-long protrusion. "No . . . it was pretty boring, really . . . I left early," Kelly said to her husband, her eyes closed in bliss.

His mouth still on her nipple, his tongue soothing it, Dan looked up into Kelly's beautiful face; her eyes were closed and she brought her free hand behind Dan's head, gently massaging his scalp with her nails. She lightly pulled Dan's face further into the massive tit, and Dan sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh of the nipple as her reward. "Uuuugggghhhhh," she grunted as her eyes flew open. "No, that was just the TV. I turned it on in the middle of a scream," she laughed. To Dan, she mouthed, 'Asshole,' and he responded by again slamming his pelvis against her over-aroused clit. But he didn't pull back, instead maintaining the pressure on her exposed bud and grinding his pelvic bone against it, brutally torturing the unfaithful slut.

But Kelly was able to remain silent; she battened her lips together and screwed her eyes shut as her husband talked in her ear from a thousand miles away. "Of course I'm thinking of you, sweetie," she managed to get out. Talking seemed to give her a release, and she opened her eyes, staring back at Dan above her.

But Dan wasn't looking at her. His gaze was off to her left; he was looking at the phone nestled in her tanned hand, the manicured fingers wrapped around it, and the glittering diamond on her engagement ring. "I know," she said, switching the phone to her right hand. "I can't wait until you get home." Her left hand now free, Kelly extended her ring finger and sucked it into her mouth; her wedding and engagement rings bumped up against her full, shiny lips as she sucked lewdly on her own finger.

Kelly MacGuire lived for these moments. For her, sex was not enough. She reveled in it, fed off it, but she needed more than just sex. She needed the debauchery. She needed the psychological thrill that was part and parcel of spreading her legs for strange men. She was a firm believer in the adage that the mind is the greatest aphrodisiac, and this spurned her onward to depraved, corrupt and wicked acts. Like fucking strangers in the home she shared with her loving husband. Like wrapping her elegant hand around a thick cock, violently yanking it to orgasm, allowing the thick sperm to wash over her wedding rings. Flaunting her marital status, and luxuriating in the degradation of being debased as a filthy, cheating whore. Here and now, Kelly could barely control her sloppy cunt. The sinful indecency of having her cunt stretched by a young man she met only hours ago threatened to shut down her faculties, caused her obscenely distended nipples to throb and pulse in the cool, conditioned air of her husband's office.

Dan turned his head away from her and closed his eyes. It was almost too much for him. His thick cock was buried in this married whore's bald cunt while she was on the phone with her husband, and she was flaunting her marital status by sucking on her ring finger. "I need you to make love to me sooo baaaaad," he heard her moan to her husband. Dan turned back to the filthy slut that was writhing underneath him, and she stared directly back at him, a look of amusement in her eyes. "Just one more day, honey, and you can touch my sweet . . . little . . . body all you want." Kelly bucked her hips up against Dan and she felt his cock pulsing inside her. This time it was Kelly who crushed her clit, and her eyes almost rolled back into her head. "Okay, I love you, too," she uttered, pulling the phone away from her innocent and angelic face.

Kelly again hit the "Send" button, hanging up the phone, and tossed it to the floor. With both hands, she gently cupped Dan's face. "My husband makes love to me, Dan. It's nice and it's sweet and it reminds me how much he loves his unfaithful whore of a wife," she said softly as Dan continued stroking his blood engorged cock between her cunt lips. While she talked, Kelly rubbed the back of her left hand across Dan's lips; he could feel the 3-karat ring scrape across his now-dry lips.

With her right hand, Kelly gripped the back of his neck and pulled his face close to hers. "My husband makes love to me, but strangers fuck me, Dan. They treat me like a whore!" she hissed into his face; he could sense small droplets of spittle landing across his lips. "You're a stranger, Dan. You gonna fuck me? Gonna treat me like a nasty fucking slut?" she asked rhetorically, crashing her cunt up on Dan's throbbing cock. "Abuse my cheating cunt? Cum on my pretty face? On the lips my husband kisses every night before he goes to bed? Or would you rather shoot your baby-making sperm deep in my unprotected womb?"

Dan groaned and noticeably slowed his penetration of Kelly's wet hole; she knew he was on the verge of cumming. She pushed him off her, leaving him kneeling on the couch, his thick cock standing erect from his body, dripping her juices onto the leather cushion. Kelly rose from the couch and skipped over to her husband's desk, her fat tits bouncing all the way. She reached into a drawer and returned to the couch with a dark bottle.

Dan had rolled off his knees into a sitting position, and Kelly sat beside him. "Come on," she said, patting a few fingers between her sweaty tits. "Get that cock up here." Dan struggled to straddle her, and as he did so, Kelly opened the top of the bottle and turned it upside down over her cleavage. Dan watched as she squeezed it, and a thick, clear fluid streamed out, coating the massive globes, turning them shiny and slick.




Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 01



Dan was on his knees now, his inflated cock bobbing before Kelly's innocent-looking face. Looking up at him with delight in her bright blue eyes, Kelly squirted some of the fluid from the bottle along the length of his shaft and threw the bottle to the side. "Wanna tittyfuck a nasty housewife, Dan?" she taunted with a gleam in her eye, smoothing the oil along his shaft, taking his heavy balls between her long, oily fingers. "I wanna feel that fat cock slamming between these monster tits." Staring directly into Dan's eyes, she pushed her tits together from the outside, causing them to bunch up and around Dan's hot cock.

Dan, of course, was not looking at Kelly's face. His own eyes were focused on his cock sandwiched in the slippery cleavage of Kelly's tits. Once the shaft was firmly secured there, Kelly's hands slipped from the sides of her globes to cover them and hold them there, her pink fingertips almost interlaced. Dan watched as she slowly pulled her tits up and down his shaft. One fat, distended nipple poked between the fingers of Kelly's right hand, and Dan watched as a drop of lubrication fell from it to her stomach, where it ran down her taut belly, disappearing between them.

Dan's cock was glistening now in sex oil, squeezed as it was in the warm, tight valley of her tits; his cock head glowed purple and pulsed, the milky look of pre-cum mixing with the lubrication. Kelly's elegant hands hovered just millimeters above the twitching shaft. Dan moaned at the sight of Kelly's manicured fingers so near his cock, and groaned as he felt the back of her wedding and engagement rings scrape across the top of his cock and saw the sparkle of the 3-karat diamond ring as it shifted on her finger.

"Like what you see, Dan? You like having this thick cock buried between my huge tits, fucking them?" Dan could only groan and close his eyes in response. "Open your eyes," Kelly cooed. "Watch your cock, Dan. Watch it slide between my husband's tits." She squeezed her tits harder, pulling her hands closer to her, and Dan felt her rings again scrape against his cock. "Feel that, Dan? Huh? Can you feel my wedding ring against your cock?" Dan had tunnel vision. The room around him didn't exist. Kelly didn't exist. Or at least most of her didn't. All he could see was her enormous, tan-lined tits, a thick nipple poking from between her fingers, wrapped around his thick cock, pre-cum liberally leaking from its tip. Her beautiful hands, with their manicured nails and diamond rings, trapped his shaft, squeezed it, trying to coax the cum from his swollen balls.

The vision was too much for him, and he tightly gripped the back of the couch, his knuckles white as his hips jerked his cock between this spoken-for slut's oil-slicked tits. His spasming jammed his cock head into the soft underside of Kelly's jaw. She stopped pulling her tits up and down on his shaft; Dan was doing the fucking now, his eyes screwed shut. She let him fuck up into her tits four or five times, but his movements were erratic. She could feel an immense heat emanating from the shaft; it felt like it was searing the flesh between her tits.

Sensing he was about to cum, Kelly let her tits go free and wrapped both hands around Dan's trembling shaft, jerking him. "You gonna cum, Dan? Is your big, fat cock gonna cum in my little hands?" she taunted him, mocking his earlier taunting of her. Dan opened his eyes to Kelly's pretty face smiling up at him. She placed her right hand on his stomach, holding him steady, and brutally jerked the shaft in her left, her rings staring him directly in the face. "Come on, Dan. Cum. Cum for me! Shoot your cum all over my tits!"

Kelly dropped her face and took the head of Dan's cock in her mouth just long enough for her tongue to swirl around the shiny purple tip. She continued to violently jerk Dan's cock between her heavy tits. "All over my tits! I'm a filthy . . . fucking . . . cheating . . . whore, Dan. Treat me like one! My husband comes home tomorrow, Dan, but I need cum now!" she growled.

Dan's cock couldn't take anymore abuse, and he emptied his balls. Cum shot from the tip of his cock and splashed against Kelly's chin, falling to cover her stroking hand. Feeling it, Kelly pressed herself further back into the couch and directed the next spurt between her tits, but it came out with such force that it splattered beneath her nose, above her lips. The third shot managed to land between Kelly's monstrous tits. It was soon joined there by the second; Dan refocused his vision in time to see that second load slide over Kelly's full, pink lips to her chin, and then drip onto her sweaty, lubricated tits.

When he looked into her eyes, he saw a satisfied look. Kelly's eyes sparkled with delight, and a mischievous smile played across her pretty mouth. "God, do I love that," she laughed, scooping the sperm from her face and tits and licking it from her fingers. "There's nothing better than having a cock shoot a ton of sperm in your face." Kelly stared hard into Dan's eyes as she brought her left hand to her mouth, licking his cum from her wedding and engagement rings.

Dan shuddered again as he climbed off her and, standing before her catching his breath, a final stream of cum leaked from the tip of his deflating cock and dropped to the hardwood floor.

"Oohh, nnoo!" she squealed. "Don't let it go to waste." Kelly quickly scrambled off the couch and bent down on all fours on the floor. Dan jumped back at her sudden movement, and watched as Kelly's tongue darted out from between her sexy lips and licked his cum from the floor. "Mmmmm," he heard from the back of her throat. Kelly raised herself back up and, on her knees now, took Dan's cock between her delicious lips, sucking whatever cum remained from around and just inside the head. Satisfied that she had all the cum there was to have, she let the cock pop from her mouth, sat back on her haunches, and lightly patted Dan's thigh. "Be back in a minute," she said as she rose to her feet and bounced from her husband's home office; Dan watched her firm ass as it passed through the doorway.

Kelly returned a minute or so later with a few towels. She was wiping her face and tits with a wet washcloth, and threw a towel to Dan, who was by now reclined on the leather couch, looking very relaxed. "Don't get too comfortable," she intoned, dragging a dry towel over her wobbling tits. "It's about time for you to leave," she said, dropping into the club chair across from him.

Dan felt like he was being dismissed. When he finished wiping their combined fluids from his crotch, he reached for his boxers and shorts. He stood when he was dressed and faced Kelly. She was still naked. Any appearance of modesty she had displayed throughout the afternoon and early parts of the evening was gone. She had thrown a leg over one of the arms of the chair, the other straight out in front of her. Her hairless vagina, so virginal looking an hour ago, was swollen, her cunt lips gaping slightly; the insides of her thighs were shiny with her own ejaculate. Her tan-lined tits hung a little from her torso, the thick nipples still erect. She gazed back at him.

"Can I, uh, get your number?" he asked, buckling his belt.

"I'm married, Dan. I'm not in the habit of giving out my number to random guys," she said wearily, yawning. "But if you leave me your number, maybe I'll call you sometime."

"Works for me." Dan grabbed a pen and a notepad from Mike's desk, and wrote his work and mobile numbers on the pad, leaving them there on the desk.

Kelly rose from the club chair and walked with Dan from Mike's office to the front door. When he reached for the doorknob, Kelly placed an elegant, manicured hand on his, and leaned into him. "Sorry for being so rude," she whispered. "You know I'm going to call you. You have a thing for cheating wives, and I'm the nastiest unfaithful slut you've ever met." Kelly snaked her free hand around Dan's neck and pulled his face towards her own. When their lips met, her tongue darted into his mouth, swirling around his own tongue a few times. Dan groaned into her mouth before she pulled away. "Talk to you soon, sweetie."

Dan opened the door and left Mike and Kelly MacGuire's house. But not for the last time.



Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 02



Chapter 02 (The Taxi Driver)

The next Friday, Dan left the office early. He had to get to the dry cleaners before they closed to retrieve his tuxedo. He was attending a charity event being held at the Chicago Cultural Center, and was supposed to meet some co-workers and clients there. After picking his tuxedo up, he went home, showered and got dressed, downing a vodka and tonic before getting in a cab back to the Loop.

Dan's employer sponsored many philanthropic events throughout the year in Chicago, and this was one of the bigger ones. He guessed that four or five hundred people would be present. He also wondered briefly if Kelly MacGuire would be there with Mike, insofar as Mike's employer, too, was a co-sponsor of this event. He thought that it might be awkward if she was.

Once he got to the Cultural Center, Dan hooked up with the people from his office and his clients, and made small talk for a few hours, mingling about. As 11:00 approached, he and some friends milled through the crowd, checking out the talent. Typical of these events, the women were dressed to the nines, but most of them looked too high maintenance for Dan.

On their way back to the bar near where his group had set up for the night, he saw her. Just as he remembered, Kelly looked magnificent, wearing a Nicole Miller evening dress that clung to the pronounced curves of her luscious body. Her dirty blonde hair was done up in a bun, accentuating the simple diamond solitaire pendant that draped from her graceful neck. Her nails were painted a bright red, and on her feet she wore a pair of Jimmy Choo open-toed heels.

Kelly stood as part of a group of six or seven people, holding what appeared to be a vodka and tonic – maybe a gin and tonic; something clear, anyway – in her hand. Dan watched in fascination as her head tipped back in laughter at something that one of the people in her group must have said, exposing her sexy neck. As she put the glass to her red-painted lips to take another sip, her bright blue eyes quickly scanned the crowd around her and almost passed right over Dan. But they quickly came back to rest on him, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

Kelly was surprised to see him. Her beautiful blue eyes went large for a moment, but she quickly recovered and looked away. Almost as an afterthought – or a sign to Dan – her free arm snaked around a man standing to her left, and Dan surmised that the man was Mike, her husband. Her message was clear: "Not here, not now." He turned to walk away, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. What he did not see, after turning away, was the surreptitious glance that Kelly leveled at him over her shoulder.

Having been left behind by his friends when he stopped to stare at Kelly, he made his way back through the crowd and rejoined his friends at the bar. About an hour later, listening to a client explain a recent problem that had arisen, he spotted Kelly over the client's shoulder, making her way toward him, graceful as ever despite her four-inch heels. However, as she approached the bar, she cut left through the entranceway and out into the grand hallway, giving Dan a meaningful look as she did so.

Dan took the hint and followed Kelly into the hallway, quickly finding her in the throngs of people that were just then leaving the charity event. "Hi, Dan," she said, in an old-friend-you-haven't-seen-in-a-while type of voice. "What are you doing here?"

"My firm is one of the sponsors of this thing. How about you?"

"Same thing. Mike's company is one of the sponsors." She glanced around her, and then her gaze slowly returned to Dan. "Look, I can't talk, but are you going to be here a while?"

"A little bit. Why?"

"We were just going to leave; Mike's tired. But maybe I'll tell him I want to stay out with some of my old co-workers. Want to meet me somewhere?"

"Absolutely. Where?"

"We'll leave here in a few minutes, and I'll put Mike in a cab. Meet me at the corner of Wabash and Randolph, under the El, in fifteen or twenty minutes, and we'll go somewhere," she said as she quickly walked off, presumably returning to the side of her husband.

Dan watched as the smooth fabric of the elegant dress swayed across the tight globes of her ass, before returning to his co-workers and clients. He engaged in light banter for a while, and said his good-byes. He made his way out of the Cultural Center and walked down the block to the El tracks. Kelly was waiting there for him, wearing a long, cream colored Burberry coat over her dress; she looked stunning. Dan reached for her hand, but she quickly pulled back. "Not here. Someone might see. Let's get a cab."

Dan turned and hailed a cab, holding the door for Kelly as she entered. As soon as she was settled, she informed the cab driver, "Fullerton and Southport, please." A major intersection near Dan's condo.

"Yes, ma'am," came the stilted reply of the Middle Eastern driver.

"What, you don't want to go for a drink first?" Dan teased her as she pulled her long, dirty blonde locks from the confining bun and shook her hair out.

"No. I want to go back to your place and fuck," she lilted, noticing that the cab driver gave her a long look in the rear view mirror. She reached her right hand out and started stroking Dan's thigh as the cab began its journey to the western part of Lincoln Park. "I can't wait to feel your cock stuffing me," she continued, a mischievous grin crossing her lips. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the cab's backseat.

Dan moaned under Kelly's touch. "Glad there's no traffic, then."

"Mmm. Me, too. I feel like such a slut. Putting my husband in a cab, and then getting in another one with you." Kelly felt her pussy start to moisten at the thought. The cab driver was again staring at her in the rear view mirror.

Fifteen minutes later, when the taxi pulled up in front of Dan's building, they climbed out. "That cab driver was freaking me out," she said as Dan shut the door. "He wouldn't stop staring at me. Gross," she finished, with a sour look on her face.

"You're a hottie. That's why he was staring at you. Or maybe it was your language. Maybe he wanted to take you home and fuck you."

"Wouldn't be the first time," she responded, under her breath, as Dan keyed open the outer door to his building. Dan held the door for her as she breezed by, her scent floating in the air.

"What's that mean?" Dan asked, following her across the lobby to the elevator. As the doors closed, Kelly pushed Dan against the elevator wall and started stroking his cock through his tuxedo pants. She went to her tip toes, and her warm, pink tongue snaked out to play with his lips. She heard a sharp intake of Dan's breath as her tongue wormed its way into his mouth.

She still hadn't answered his question when the elevator doors opened on his floor, and they exited the elevator and approached the entry to his condominium. "'Wouldn't be the first time'? What does that mean, Kelly?" he asked as they entered his condo.

"It means, idiot, that he was not the first cab driver that has wanted to fuck me," she said, dropping her coat on a side chair. "And if he had fucked me, he would not have been the first cab driver to do so. Clear now?" she taunted, pulling the straps of her gown off her shoulders. It slipped down her body, and she stepped out of his, clad only in a bra and her Jimmy Choo's.

"Ooohh, ggodd," Dan breathed, savoring the sight of her body, of her bald cunt. Kelly pushed him back on his couch, unbuckled his tuxedo pants, and fished his growing cock from them. Her manicured hand encircled the thickening rod, and began tugging it up and down.

"Sorry," she said with a smirk, dropping her right hand from his cock and replacing it with her left. She continued to stroke his cock, feeling the heat coming from the head on her upstroke. Without warning, she spit on his cock to add lubrication. After a few more strokes, she dropped her red-painted lips to Dan's cock, and engulfed it in the silky warm cavern of her mouth, causing Dan to shudder and gasp.

Something inside Kelly triggered the slut, and the blowjob went from slow and gentle to sloppy and rough. Saliva dripped from between her lips and Dan's cock, and flowed down the length of his shaft, further lubricating the hand that stroked up and down. "You gonna cum?" she inquired after a minute or so of slurping.

"Soon," Dan breathed.

"Unt-uh," Kelly said around his cock, removing it from her mouth. "Not yet, you don't. Time for you to get what you want."

"What's that?" Dan said, his breath slowly returning to normal.

"You wanna know how a seemingly prim and proper housewife ended up getting fucked doggy style by a smelly, Indian cab driver," she whispered as her mouth once again moved to cover the stiff shaft standing straight up from Dan's crotch.

***

About a year after Evelyn was born, Kelly went out one night with her girlfriends. She needed a break, and Mike said he'd stay in with Evelyn. It was, she recalled, the spring of 2003. Kelly and her girlfriends did some barhopping in Lincoln Park, starting at Zella's and later moving to Bordo's. About midnight, Kelly decided, through her alcohol-fogged brain, that it was time to go home to her husband and child. She had been out for four or five hours, and had consumed plenty of vodka.

Part of her wanted to stay; being hit on all night by the college kids and twenty-somethings had moistened her over-used pussy. The alcohol had loosened her inhibitions (to the extent she had any) and she now had a strong desire to have her cunt punished by a thick cock. It was her own fault, of course. She shouldn't have dressed as provocatively as she had. The open-toed Jimmy Choo's and black leather pants hugging her ass were enticing enough on their own. But the snug, pink, cashmere sweater that did nothing to hide her substantial 34D tits brought more attention than she was capable of dealing with – with her friends present, at least. Unfortunately, she knew she couldn't let a college boy take her back to his dorm room while her friends were still around; she was sober enough to realize that. She resigned herself – and her pussy – to an empty night.

A few minutes after twelve, Kelly left Bordo's and hailed cab. "Sheffield and Armitage," she directed the driver, who immediately took off. Kelly shifted in the back seat of the cab, tried to itch the scratch that was burning between her legs. 'God, I need cock,' she groaned inwardly, looking at the driver in the rear view mirror, pouting. 'Too bad I got a stinky Hindu and not some young stud.'

"Take a left here," she said as they approached her intersection.

As the cab pulled up in front of Mike and Kelly's walk-up, Kelly decided to throw caution to the wind. "Um, I'm really sorry," she began in a soft voice. "I don't seem to have any money on me." As she said this, Kelly slipped the twenty dollar bill back into her Louis Vuitton handbag.

"I not drive you for free," came the harsh reply. "You pay fare for drive home."

"I know. I'm sorry," she pleaded, leaning forward. "I thought I had money, but I don't. What can I do?"

"I will take you to ATM. You get money there. I keep meter running."

"That won't work, either," she responded, her head now between the seatbacks, her mouth just inches from his ear. "I don't have my credit card with me," she explained in a sweet voice. The cab driver continued to stare at her in his rear view mirror, and his eyes widened as Kelly's head bent even closer to him, and her long, pink tongue slithered out and licked his ear lobe. It tasted salty, and she could tell, at this close distance, that this disgusting man had not showered in many an hour. "How about I pay you some other way?" she whispered. He shivered as her hot breath caressed his inner ear. Despite her revulsion at this repellent foreigner, Kelly was willing to tolerate his smell and his lack of cleanliness if he would be willing to slide his cock between her cunt lips and bring her to an orgasm.

"You pay. . . . Please. . . . You pay for ride," the driver said, nervous at the sight of the little blonde wife nibbling at his ear.

"I will pay," she said, glancing over at the dashboard, spying his chauffeur's license. "I will pay, Abu. With my body. You can fuck me. You can play with my tits," she said, leaning forward further so that her tits squeezed between the seatbacks. Her right arm crossed the threshold from the back seat to the front, and her long, manicured fingernails lightly stroked Abu's chest while her mouth maintained its vigil at his ear. "What do you say, Abu? I'll pay you with my body?"

After a pause, "Where?" came the barely audible reply.

"Pull down the street and turn into the alley," Kelly answered, dragging her red nails across the Indian's chest. Or was he Pakistani? In the end, it didn't really matter to her; cock was cock, after all. As she sat back and Abu pulled into the alley, Kelly recalled that Mike's Range Rover was in the shop, leaving an open spot in their carport. 'Perfect,' she thought, directing the cab into the vacant parking spot. "Turn your lights off. You'll wake my husband," she whispered, even now afraid that her voice would carry into the house she shared with her husband and child. She exited the cab, sure to close the door quietly.

Kelly was now cursing the contractors that were taking so much time to finish the rehabilitation of their home. They had left the garage for last, and hadn't even started it yet, despite the fact that the rehabilitation of the house itself began the previous summer. As such, Kelly and Mike continued using the carport that was there when they bought the place. She couldn't do anything about it; she couldn't complain. The contractors had enough to destroy her sedate and comfortable life. But the problem was the carport had no walls. It was only a roof held aloft by a dozen or so posts. If Mike were to look out one of the windows, he might be able to see her. To see them. See his wife on her knees sucking the cock of a strange man, or bent over the hood of a car taking it from behind.

Rather than give her pause, these thoughts galvanized her. As Kelly strode to the back of the cab, putting it between her and her house (and thus Mike's eyes, should they find their way to the back yard), Abu too exited the cab, and met her at its trunk. He was taller than Kelly had imagined, standing close to six feet. Not extraordinarily tall, but still, taller than her five-foot-four-inch frame. He was dressed in natty twill pants and a pullover shirt, his feet clad in worn, leather sandals. Not exactly a picture of refinement, but Kelly wasn't looking for refinement tonight. Refinement was waiting for her in her bedroom, or perhaps on the couch in the television room, and made love to her while he called her "honey" and said "I love you." Tonight, she was looking only to get fucked. The only terms of endearment she wanted to hear were things like "whore" and "tramp" and "fuck toy."

As Abu approached her from the driver's side of the car, Kelly stood on her tip toes and put her arms around his neck, pulling his face towards hers. As it approached, her tongue darted out again, this time parting his dried lips. The smell of him, of his breath, almost put her off, nearly caused her to forego this opportunity. Only the tingling between her legs, the wetness that was quickly gathering on her lips, prodded her on. Thus, her tongue continued its journey into Abu's mouth, and soon his tongue joined the fray.

"Mmmm," she heard him moan as her hands left his neck and traveled down his chest, one hand remaining there, another continuing down to his crotch. She rubbed, and was rewarded with a twitch underneath the twill. 'Not huge, but it'll do,' she thought to herself as her manicured fingers continued to stroke the Hindu cock through the material of the pants.

For his part, Abu now began to feel a little more comfortable about this situation. He was somewhat nervous, standing here in this woman's backyard, out in the open, but he was no longer concerned about getting into trouble. Clearly, this woman wanted to have sex with him. That decided, his body relaxed, and his hands began to roam her lithe little body. They first found her hips, encased as they were in the sexy leather pants that clung to her form. They pulled her pelvis towards his own, trapping her hand there, and one hand slipped to her tight ass, massaging a cheek.

As the incongruent couple continued their make-out session, with no objections from Kelly about his wondering hands, Abu let a hand slip up her rib cage and brush the outside of her left breast. When this, too, failed to bring an objection or a slap in the face, the hand continued to fully cover the large globe. Abu felt the thick nipple protruding under the cashmere top, and then felt it grow as he squeezed, encouraging him to continue.

Just then, headlights appeared at the end of the alley, coming from the street, and both Kelly and Abu recognized the sound of a car. They quickly parted and scurried to the front of the cab, away from the alley. The car, moving slowly down the alley, continued its monotonous journey toward them. Kelly, heady with lust, excited at the prospect of being penetrated, elated at the thought of getting fucked by a stranger in her own backyard while her husband was inside, pushed Abu against the hood of his taxi, and grabbed at the waist of his ratty pants, pulling the button free. Her long, manicured fingers had trouble grasping the zipper, but eventually she managed, and Abu's pants fell to his feet.

Kelly pulled his thickening cock through the opening at the front of his boxers and tugged on it, causing blood to rush toward the head. Wanting to feel it grow in her mouth, Kelly squatted and lowered her red-lipsticked mouth to the cockhead, allowing her tongue to twirl around it once then twice, before burying her face in his Abu's crotch, his cock now fully encased in her hot mouth. The sound of the car – probably a neighbor's – drowned Kelly's moan out, but Abu, his cockhead now planted firmly against the back of her throat, could feel it reverberate into his stomach.

As Kelly sucked, Abu grew to his full length, maybe six inches. 'Not the biggest, but I've had smaller,' she thought. Satisfied with the rigidity, Kelly began bobbing her head quickly – violently, almost – on Abu's cock.

"So nice," she heard him breathe as his cock repeatedly hit the back of her throat.

Removing his cock from her mouth, Kelly let her displeasure be known. "Ssshhh," she whispered, her left hand replacing her mouth on his cock, her diamond engagement ring glittering in the faint glimmer from a faraway alley light. "That's my house. We're thirty feet away. My husband might hear you," she said, as she again placed his cock between her bright, shiny red lips.

She felt his hands in her hair, pulling her deeper into his crotch. Kelly reveled in the dominance. Sucking his cock hands-free, Kelly let her left hand drop to her crotch, and began rubbing her wet slit through the leather pants. Her other hand squeezed one of her gargantuan tits, paying special attention to the erect nipple that had swollen within the confines of her 34D bra. "Oooohhh gggaawwddd," she mumbled around Abu's cock.

Without warning, she pulled it from her mouth with her right hand, and began furiously stroking it, aided by the saliva that covered the brown rod from root to tip. "I love sucking cock," she whispered, looking up into his eyes from her squatting position, her left hand cradling his balls, tickling his scrotum.

The lust in her eyes was apparent, and Abu once again grabbed the back of her head, forcing his cock back into her mouth. Her warm, slick mouth squelched around his cock, and she moaned in hunger. "Mmmmmm," she hummed around the brown phallus. Lust burned within her. She could feel it dripping from between her cunt lips, soaking her thong. She could feel it in her nipples, inflamed, aching for attention. She needed to get fucked – now!




Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 02



Kelly let Abu's cock from her mouth, rising to her feet. As she did so, it brushed against her chin and then her cashmere-covered tits, leaving a trail of saliva behind. She again threw her arms around his neck, intending to jam her horny tongue into his mouth. But Abu turned his head. "You not kiss me. Not after my cock in your mouth," he said, with a sour look on his face.

"Fuck you, asshole," Kelly responded with a hiss. "Good enough for your cock, wasn't it?" When Abu failed to respond, Kelly shrugged and wrapped one of her hands around his cock. "What do I care? I just want this," she said in a sing-song voice as she sharply tugged his cock downward, causing him to wince. "You ready to fuck me with this?"

"Hmm-mmm," Abu muttered, as Kelly released her grip and undid her pants. Kicking off her heels, watching the expensive shoes skitter across the carport floor, she struggled to pull the tight leather pants and her thong over her hips and down her shapely thighs. Having succeeded, she hopped up on the hood of Abu's cab, placed her now bare feet on the dirty bumper, and spread her legs wide. In this position, she gave Abu his first view ever of bald pussy, and his eyes went wide.

"Get over here, shithead," she commanded. As Abu stepped between her splayed legs, Kelly again wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it back to rigidity. She pulled the heated cock toward her cunt lips, and shuddered when she felt the head make contact with them. As she swiped the head up and down her lips, lubricating it further, she buried her head in his smelly shirt, her mouth searching out his nipple.

Her well-used cunt being as loose as it was, Abu's average sized cock slid right into her with very little effort. "Aaaaggghhh," he grunted, feeling her wet heat surround him. He pulled out a little, and then gently slid himself back in to the hilt. "So tight," he muttered under his breath.

Kelly, hearing this, and not satisfied with his gentle nature, removed her face from his chest with a laugh. "Tight?" she whispered. "I don't think so. This hole has seen more cocks than you get in passengers in a year," she breathed as Abu began a rhythmic fucking of her cunt. "It's tight when there's a thick-cocked college boy fucking it. It's tight when some black stud finds his way into my pretty little panties," she taunted him with a sneer. "For you, it's loose."

"Bitch," Abu muttered as his average-sized cock pounded Kelly harder, causing her naked ass cheeks to slide further up the hood of the filthy taxi cab.

"Yyyeessss. That's what I wanted," she hissed through clenched teeth as her juices seeped from her cunt, coating the filthy hood of the cab. "Pissed you off, huh? Good, I want you pissed off. Hate-fuck me, you Hindu bastard." And that's what Abu did. To keep her sliding away, he grabbed her hips and began pistoning his cock in and out of her sopping cunt. His breathing increased, as did Kelly's, and she put her hands behind her on the hood of the car to brace herself. "Ooooohhhh, fuck," she almost yelled. "M-m-m-m-more," she stuttered as the cock continued to part her bald pussy lips in quick, staccato thrusts.

Abu lifted a hand away from one of her hips and brought it to the back of her head, gripping her dirty blonde locks tightly in his fist, pulling her head back. Overcome with lust, he leaned in to sink his tongue in her mouth, but Kelly was having none of it.

Turning her face quickly away from him, she taunted, "What do you think you're doing, Hindu? I'm not kissing you." Slamming her cunt back at Abu's pelvic bone, she continued, "This mouth is for cock only. No kissing. This is not romance, asshole. Just fuck me. That's all you get."

This angered Abu even more. "Fine, you unfaithful slut," he said, removing his cock from the warm folds of her cheating cunt and pulling her off the hood of his taxi. He shoved her toward the silver BMW that had been backed into the carport. "Then you take it this way, you haughty American bitch. Like a dog, you faithless whore," he finished, as he bent her tight body over the trunk of the BMW.

Feeling him move in behind her, his hands gripping her hips from behind, and the heat of his cockhead as it brushed up against her dripping cunt, Kelly almost squealed in delight. "Oooooohhhh. I love it this way," she said under her breath, peering at him over her shoulder, the lust evident in her sparkling blue eyes. "I love being fucked doggy-style. Come on, Abu. Slide it in me, fuck me."

Abu had every intention of doing just that, but Kelly aided his progress when she reached underneath her, found his searching cock, and guided it between her pussy lips. Abu loved the feel of her long nails scraping along the underside of his cock, and began a solid in-and-out stroking of her cunt. When she was satisfied that he was firmly seated within her, Kelly stretched her upper body across the trunk of her car, bracing herself against Abu's rocking pelvis as it slammed into her ass cheeks.

"That's it, Hindu. Fuck me . . . just like that . . . mmmmm . . . yyeessss. This is soooo awesome. I love this, Abu. I love . . . getting fucked . . . by . . . strangers . . . mmmmm," she grunted between thrusts of his pelvis. Kelly wished her sweater was off, her bra too. Her nipples were burning, and as Abu thrust into her unprotected cunt from behind, she knew the cool sheet metal of her trunk would salve the burn.

"American whore," Abu muttered under his breath. "You are all same. Nasty whores . . . no morals . . . sex is sport to you."

"That's right, Hindu. I'm a fucking whore," Kelly responded with lust in her voice. "Treat me . . .," she began, but stopped when Abu suddenly stopped his fucking motion and interrupted her.

"Stop calling me Hindu," he said, slapping Kelly's ass.

Gasping at the humiliation of being slapped by this cab driver, this revolting dirt bag, she asked "Why? What the fuck should I call you?" she asked with disdain, still bent over the trunk of her M3, thrusting her hips back at Abu's cock, silently begging him to continue.

"Because I'm not Hindu. I am Muslim. That is why," he responded as he resumed fucking Kelly from behind, slapping her ass again as he did so.

"Muslim, Hindu. Who cares? I'm a whore, and you have a cock. That's all that matters. Now, treat me like a slut," she breathed.

"Bitch," he muttered. "I treat you like whore." Abu picked up his pace, crushing his pelvis against Kelly's ass cheeks, rocking her body to and fro as he fucked her from behind. She felt her massive tits, swaying beneath her despite the confines of the bra, lightly brush against the trunk of the car, causing her thick nipples to harden further still. Abu's hands slid up her back, pulling her cashmere sweater with them, exposing her back, slicked with perspiration, to the cool night air. They returned to her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and pushing them back together again, playing hide-and-seek with her asshole. Understanding Kelly's morals – an easy undertaking, since she possessed none – Abu let the fingers of one hand stray to the tiny star that was her asshole.

As his thumb approached its target, Kelly bucked, almost knocking Abu off his feet. He thought that was the proverbial slap in the face he expected earlier, but she quickly dispelled him of that notion. "Oooohhh, you wanna fingerfuck my asshole, huh? Go ahead, I lllooooovvveee that," she said in a voice that was no longer a whisper. "Stick your dirty thumb up my ass, Abu."

Leaning over slightly, Abu allowed some saliva to escape his mouth and drop onto Kelly's butt hole. His thumb inched nearer, and spread the saliva around, lubricating both itself and her anal opening. Continuing to fuck her cunt, Abu applied pressure through his thumb on Kelly's asshole until he felt it violate the tight barrier. "Oh, fuck!" Kelly nearly screamed.

The volume of her voice alarmed Abu, and he leaned over her prone body, driving it against the side and trunk of the car. He whispered in her ear: "Shut up. It is your house there. You do not want your husband to hear you, yes?" She turned her head to look toward her house, but seeing no movement, no lights turned on, she thrust her hips back at the stranger that had her bent over the BMW her husband had bought for her.

"Fuck me then, Abu. Make me do nasty things," she whimpered. Abu straightened, and his thumb picked up where it left off, invading her puckered asshole and feeling the inner walls of her anal passage. His cock continued to slide in and out of Kelly's loosened-by-excessive-use cunt. That cunt was almost gushing at this point, and Abu became almost delirious with lust. His cum was about to boil over and out of his nut sack and shoot deep in Kelly's womb.

"Shit, shit, shit," he chanted. "I cum. I cum in you," he grunted as his thrusts turned to short, hard jabs.

Snapped back to reality by the realization that this filthy Indian was about to saturate her unprotected eggs with his sperm, Kelly straightened, and pushed Abu away from her back side. "Oh no, you don't," she said, spinning around and again dropping into a squat. She gripped Abu's pulsing cock in her hand and, placing the shiny purple head against her tongue, began stroking him rapidly. "Cum in my mouth," she muttered. Her voice sounded as though her tongue was frozen; it couldn't move with Abu's cock planted firmly on it. A few strokes further on, she received her reward.

The Indian's cum poured forth from the tip of his cock in a constant stream. It didn't shoot like a squirt gun, but didn't quite dribble either. It was like someone opened the tap on a faucet just slightly. The thick ejaculate quickly covered her tongue and as more spewed from the tip of his cock, it slid into her mouth and down her waiting throat, coating it with the slippery substance. Kelly continued to jerk Abu until she was sure that all the cum that was to be had was safely in her mouth, and then she swallowed.

"Incredible," she heard Abu whisper. "So good, so good."

"Yeah, but now it's my turn. Can you get this thing up again?" she asked as she again took Abu's cock between her red-painted lips, stroking him with a free hand.

"I do not know this. It may take minutes."

In her peripheral vision, Kelly saw a light turn on in her television room. "We don't have a few minutes, Abu," she whispered impatiently. Standing, she pushed him back against the front of his cab, and backed herself against him, facing her house. "Use your hands. Play with my clit." Abu's arms encircled Kelly's little body. With one hand, he held her tight sweater up and out of the way while the other found its way between her legs. It didn't have to search too long; Kelly's pussy was sopping wet, and her juices slid slowly down her legs. Further, it wasn't hindered by pubic hair; his fingers slid down her stomach and immediately felt the folds of her cunt, quickly homing in on her clit.

When Abu's fingers brushed against her clit, Kelly closed her eyes and let her body relax and fall back against the dirty cab driver. "Oohh, yes, Abu. There you go. Now just rub it, in a nice circular motion . . . Mmm-hmm . . . just like that . . . a little faster . . . mmm."

Kelly opened her eyes only to see a silhouette pass behind the shades that were drawn in the television room. The image excited her, spurred her on; she rotated her hips against Abu's searching fingers, adding to the pressure against her slick clit. As Abu's other hand slid up her stomach underneath her sweater, she murmured in delight. Her hands followed Abu's, and her long nails struggled with the clasp on the front of her bra, finally freeing it and her massive tits. 'What am I doing,' she thought. 'In plain view of my house, I just fucked this dirty foreigner. Now, I'm leaning against him while he fingers my clit.' She knew she should feel ashamed, that she should stop this immediately and go home to her husband and child. But she couldn't. She loved it. She loved that she shouldn't be doing it, but was doing it anyway. With a stranger. In her own backyard. 'God, what if Mike looked out the window right now? What would he think?' The thought brought considerably more fluid pouring from her cunt lips.

And what would Mike see if he were to pull the shades and look out his back window into his yard? Nothing, at first. The light was dim at best, but if he caught movement, if he caught a glint from his wife's jewelry, he might see them. And he would be appalled. Her Jimmy Choo's – he paid over $800 so that she could wear them – were cast aside on the floor of the carport, one upright on its heel, the other resting on its side, both scuffed. Her leather pants – "I bought them because I know they turn you on," she had told him – were punched up in a ball on the floor between the taxi and her BMW, covered now in dirt and dust.

Mike might see Abu, but of course, he wouldn't know his name, or where he came from, or what he did, or why he had one hand pulsating between his wife's legs while the other hand pushed up her expensive sweater and was busy massaging her tits and squeezing her nipples. He wouldn't be able to tell much else about Abu, insofar as most of his body was blocked by his wife's nearly naked one.

On that note, Mike would see his wife's bare feet supporting her trembling legs; if the light hit her just right, he would be able to see her copious cunt juice running down the insides of her legs and liberally coating her bald pussy – and Abu's rubbing hand, too. Her taut, tanned belly was exposed, the sweater now pulled up and exposing her marvelous tits from which his daughter had only recently ceased nursing. It is doubtful that he could see, in this light and from this distance, Kelly's bright-red nipples throbbing in the cool night air, but he couldn't miss the light brown hand that squeezed the titflesh so hard it almost oozed between Abu's fingers, nor would he miss the fingers suddenly releasing his wife's beefy tits only to latch onto one of those nipples and twist.

Taking all this in, Mike might think his wife was being assaulted, but the absurdity of such a notion would quickly dissolve when he looked into her face. The slick juices running down her thighs were certainly a giveaway, but with her head tilted back against Abu's chest, her mouth hung open in pure, unadulterated lust, her eyes screwed shut, no one could miss the fact that Mrs. Kelly MacGuire was deep in the throes of an orgasm brought on by the strumming fingers of an Indian cab driver.

And if Mike were to open the window from which he watched his wife's debauchery, he would be greeted by sounds that would only confirm his worst fears: his wife was, in fact, enjoying the manipulation at the hands of the foreigner.

"Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! Ohfuck! Ofck! I'm cumming, Abu! Cumming! Yyeessss," came the hissing sounds from Kelly's otherwise angelic mouth, tumbling over her bright red lips, as her legs gave out beneath her and she crumpled to the ground, Abu having lost his grip on the trembling beauty. She lay at his feet, partially supported by his legs, and her breathing slowly returned to normal. Abu, unsure of what to do at this point, remained still and quiet.

After a few moments of rest, Kelly looked up into Abu's eyes from her kneeling position. The smell of his body brought her back to reality in an instant. Lost as she had been for the last thirty minutes, Kelly was now desperate to regain some semblance of dignity.

Rising to her feet, she found her leather pants on the floor of the carpet, and picked them up to brush them off. Sliding one leg into them, she paused as Abu remained in place at the front of his cab. "We're even," she said without looking at him, and without emotion. "You can go now."

***

"I felt like such a whore," Dan heard through his fogged brain. Kelly was riding him now. At some point during the telling of her story, she had disengaged her soft, red-painted lips from his cock and climbed up on his lap. Dan's cock was now firmly ensconced in the slick, flooded hole between this cheating whore's legs. As Kelly concluded her story – the first ever she had related to him – he felt his balls tighten, felt his sperm course through his shaft and empty into her delicious pussy. Having cum towards the end of her story, Kelly continued to rock back and forth on Dan's softening cock as the obscene mixture of her cunt fluid and his cum slowly leaked from between her legs and down his shaft.

As Dan's breathing returned to normal, Kelly looked over her shoulder at the clock on top of Dan's television, and saw that it was now 2:00 in the morning. "Shit," she muttered under her breath.

"What's wrong?"

"It's late. I have to get home." With that, she dismounted her ride, went to the bathroom and cleaned her nasty cunt. On her way out the door, she gave Dan a maternal kiss on the forehead, and then dipped her warm, not-so-maternal tongue into his mouth. "See you soon," she said, and then was gone.



Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 03



A week or so later, Dan was on a conference call when he saw his Message light illuminate. When the call ended, he hung up his telephone and punched in the code to retrieve his messages, surprised to hear Kelly's voice. He was surprised to hear from her so soon.

"Hi, Dan. It's Kelly. Give me a call when you get a chance. Mike's out-of-town, so you can call me at home. The number here is 773-555-5555." Erasing the message, he swiveled around in his chair and stared out his office window, noticing the sail boats still in Monroe Harbor; fall was coming too soon. Turning back to the telephone, he called Kelly's home telephone.

"Hello?"

"Kelly, its Dan."

"Hi. I was hoping you'd get back to me." Her voice was soft and sweet and tinged with a faint shyness.

"What's up?"

"Well, Mike's out-of-town for a few days, and I wanted to see if you were up for dinner."

"Sure. Tonight? Where?"

"Why don't you come over here? Maybe I'll cook you something. About 7:00?" She gave him directions.

"See you then." Hanging up the phone, Dan willed the next two hours to pass quickly. He now had something to look forward to. The prospect of an evening with Kelly caused his cock to stiffen slightly, and then more, as he thought about the married slut he had the good fortune of walking home a few weeks ago. He loved hearing about her exploits as she rode up and down on his cock, or knelt on all fours before him.

When Dan arrived at Mike and Kelly's walk-up and she answered the door, she looked like the typical Lincoln Park housewife and mother in her mid-thirties: blond hair pulled back in a ponytail; khaki pants under a conservative white blouse; no shoes covering her cute feet. She exemplified the look of innocence.

There was nothing innocent about Kelly tonight, though. As soon as she closed the door, one of her hands shot for Dan's zipper while the other pushed him back against the door, she herself falling to her knees. Her manicured thumb and forefinger pulled the zipper down, and fished around for Dan's cock, finding it and pulling it from its confines. Dan's cock immediately inflated as he looked down at Kelly's manipulation; her hand, tipped with long, red fingernails, the engagement ring and wedding bands, all wrapped around his cock brought instant arousal.

And Kelly knew his mental triggers, too; two sessions had given her all the insight she needed. She flaunted the diamond-encrusted rings on her finger, and the fact that she was married. "Are you going to fuck me in my husband's house? Maybe in his bed?" Dan could only murmur his assent, lost in the pleasure of Kelly's tongue washing over the length of his cock. He loved her filthy mouth, and her nasty mind.

Rising up to her feet again, she grabbed Dan by the hand and led him into the family room. Releasing his hand, she began to undress as she walked, and was completely naked as she fell onto the couch, spreading her lean legs to reveal her freshly waxed pussy, already wet with her excitement. She placed a manicured finger just above her pussy lips, pointing downward, and said, "Why don't you two get acquainted, and I'll tell you about my first black cock."

***

Kelly and Mike had been engaged for just a month. Her parents wanted to meet them for dinner at their country club on the North Shore. But Mike had a client with needs, and was called out-of-town a few days earlier and would not be returning until late the night of the dinner, so Kelly drove up to Wilmette on her own.

Driving up to the club and climbing out of her silver BMW M3, she was a sight to behold for Aaron, the valet. Feet encased in black pumps (just barely decent enough for the conservative country club set), bare legs leading up to a light blue Chanel skirt suit with large white buttons that strained to withhold her D cup tits. Aaron's fat cock squirmed some as he watched her get out of the car, but settled down when she handed him her car keys and he saw the three-karat engagement ring on her left hand. Aaron had fucked a few of the stunning, rich white girls that floated around the club, but tried to stay away from the married ones. Getting caught with your cock in a member's wife was the quickest way to get fired.

Max, on the other hand, didn't see it that way. As the Fitzgeralds' waiter that night, he had a bird's eye view of Kelly's cleavage, and he took advantage, staring into that deep, cavernous space every chance he got. The large diamond on her finger didn't dissuade him in the least. In fact, the ring only added life to his nine inches. Throughout their dinner, Max tried to conceal his erection from the club's guests, but it was difficult.

When he brought the Fitzgeralds' first round of drinks, he caught the glint of Kelly's engagement ring when she first raised the glass to her lips. On bringing their appetizers, Max watched Kelly's beautifully manicured fingers – light pink tonight – pick a shrimp from a martini glass, and imagined those white fingers wrapped around his thick, black cock. And as she popped the last of her entrée – a steamed lobster – between her full, red-glossed lips, Max wished it was his cock that was slipping between them. As he collected the signed check from Kelly's father and walked away from the table, Max filed the image of Kelly away in his mind for future consideration, encouraged given her surreptitious glances towards his crotch as he stood near her. The sluts always looked; they tried to hide it, but they always looked.

It turns out that the future arrived a little sooner than he had imagined. After he closed out the Fitzgeralds' tab, he decided to take a break and snuck back to one of the club rooms off to the side of the club. Opening the door and entering the room, Kelly's back was to him, and she was just ending a call on her cell phone.

"I love you, too, sweetie. I'm leaving in a few minutes, and should be home by eleven or so." Turning around as she hit the "end" button on her phone, Kelly was startled to find Max standing in the room with her.

"Sorry, Ms. Fitzgerald, I didn't know anyone was in here."

"Don't worry about it, Max," she said as she started across the room to retrieve the Burberry trench she had laid across the back of a club chair. "I was just calling home to let my boyfriend . . . I mean my fiancé, know that I'd be home in an hour or so."

"Fiancé? I didn't know you got engaged, Ms. Fitzgerald. When did that happen?"

"Just a few weeks ago. I'm so excited!" she gushed. "And look at my ring," she bragged as she walked toward Max, extending her hand. "I love it. It's so beautiful."

Taking Kelly's beautiful hand in his, more blood pumped into Max's thick cock, making him uncomfortable. "Sure is. Damn, girl, this must have cost a shitload."

"I'm sure it did," she almost giggled. "Mike has never been stingy with me."

"Better not be. He's lucky to have you. What a beauty you are," Max said, as he bent and kissed Kelly's hand, right above the ring.

Blushing, and somewhat nervous, Kelly stuttered, "Uh, thanks, Max. I . . . I really should get going." Instead of letting Kelly's hand go free, however, Max twisted the ring slightly and it slipped off her finger, falling into his palm. "Max, give that back! What are you doing? I have to go."

"Kelly, I will gladly give you this ring back, but first, I want something from you."

"What," Kelly whined in desperation, not missing the fact that Max referred to her by her given name, when in the past he had always used her family name.

Reaching out to pop the top button on Kelly's tailored suit, Max said, "A li'l bit of what you been hidin' under here." Kelly was speechless, but made no move to stop him. With a few quick snaps of his wrist, the top to Kelly's Chanel suit was hanging open, only her white, lacy, 34D bra blocking Max's view of her firm tits. A few seconds later, the top was lying on the hardwood floor behind Kelly as Max popped the button and pulled the zipper on her skirt, leaving it in a puddle around her feet. Almost before she could react, Kelly stood before this black man dressed only in her heels, thong and super strong bra; her pouty lips were slightly agape.

As Max pushed Kelly back so she was leaning against the pool table, she gave up a weak protest. "Max, please . . . please stop. I have to go; Mike is waiting for me at home . . . We can't do this. What if we get caught? My parents will be mortified."


"Shut up, Kelly. The door is locked, and Mike can wait a few minutes." With that, Max slipped a few fingers underneath Kelly's thong, and found her hairless slit, rubbing the tip of his index finger along the hood of her clit. This caused Kelly to give a sigh of relief, and pleasure. A few more rubs of her clit, and Max felt the slut's pussy give up some of its juices. Believing – correctly – that Kelly was his to do with as he wished, Max pulled the thong over her hips and down her thighs and calves, leaving it puddled around her heels. She willingly stepped out of it, and again leaned back against the pool table.

Max took this as the sign of surrender that it was, and began rubbing Kelly's clit with a real fervor. Her eyes closed, her breath became ragged, and Max could see Kelly's elongated nipples tenting her bra. When he felt she was on the verge of orgasm, he slowed the frantic pace he was keeping on her clit, causing her to whine in need.

"What's the matter, Kelly?" he hissed into her ear, leaning in close.

"I want more. Keep doing that," she demanded through gritted teeth.

"That's all you want? You just want me to rub your clit?"

In a low voice, almost sheepish, Max heard, "No, I want more than your fingers."

"What do you want, whore?"

"Don't call me that. I'm not a whore," Kelly protested with a moan, as Max's fingers continued to spread her cunt juices across her pussy lips.

"Kelly, you've got a huge rock on your finger, your fiancé's waiting at home for you, and you're letting a black man fingerfuck you in your parent's country club. How can you say you're not a whore?"

"Just shut up and fuck me, Max," moaned Kelly, regaining control of herself and reaching for Max's belt. Max made no move to stop her, and instead let her manicured fingers unbuckle his belt and work his zipper down. Dropping to her knees, Kelly came face-to-face with the first black cock she had ever experienced. Its nine-inch length was something to look forward to, but she had had nine inches before, even more. But what fascinated the little blond daddy's girl was not the length, but the thickness, the veins that criss-crossed the shaft, the angry purple head, and the total darkness of the skin. She ran her hands up both sides of the shaft, feeling the heat of it, feeling the ridges grab and then release the underside of her engagement ring. She marveled at the white-on-black image that filled her bright blue eyes. While her mouth was not literally watering at the thought of sucking this thing of beauty, she greatly anticipated it penetrating her red lips and banging against the back of her throat.

"Suck it, whore," Max ordered, breaking her out of her reverie. A moan escaped her throat, and Max began to think she enjoyed being degraded, but either way, her red lips parted to accept the head of Max's cock. As he invaded her mouth, Max felt Kelly's tongue snake out along the underside of his cock, bringing enough blood to his manhood to make him fully erect. As his cock reached full-length, he felt the head tickle Kelly's tonsils, causing her to gag a little. Not much, though. This was not Kelly's first oversized cock, and she was well versed on taking cock into her throat with little to no effort. And that is just what she did, altering her angle somewhat and allowing Max's cock to slide easily past her tonsils and into her throat. Max groaned at this, and once again counted himself among the lucky to experience such a nasty little slut.

After lavishing his cock with enough attention, and ready to be fucked, Kelly stood up, reaching behind her to release the catches of her bra. Max pushed her back against the pool table as the bra fell away from Kelly's huge tits and fluttered to the floor, exposing her thick nipples to the air-conditioned environment in the club room. Max immediately went to her, taking first one and then the other nipple between his teeth, his hands gliding up and down the sides of Kelly's torso. His nibbling caused Kelly to let out a groan, and she reached for his nine inch cock, stroking it to ensure it was hard enough to penetrate her.

"What do you want, Kelly?"

"Fuck me, Max. Fuck me with this thing." The heat of him, the rigidity of his cock, was making Kelly lightheaded, almost delirious with anticipation.

"With what thing?" Max teased, knowing full well what Kelly wanted, but wanting her to beg for it nonetheless.

"Your cock, Max. Fuck me with it," she said as she eased her tight little ass onto the sideboard of the pool table.

"Tell me you want my black cock, Kelly."

"Fuck me with your cock," Kelly moaned, her legs spreading to invite Max's cock in. She was frustrated with this game, and with her empty pussy.

"Black cock, Kelly, black cock!"

"Ooohhh, goddammit, Max! Fuck me with your black cock," Kelly moaned, pulling the fat, purple head of Max's cock to her bald cunt opening. Max let the head sink in, and pushed in a few further inches, reveling in the guttural moan that escaped Kelly's throat.

"You love my black cock, don't you Kelly?"

"Mmmmm."

"What a fuckin' slut you are. Who would have guessed?" Max asked rhetorically as Kelly shivered under his degradation. Max began to pump in and out of this princess's pussy, enjoying the walls hugging his huge cock. "I never would have thought that Kelly Fitzgerald would love nigger cock." Kelly's breathing became more ragged, a patina of sweat formed on her body and droplets of it threatened to drip from her nose and chin, and her nipples popped to an even greater length. Soon, her ragged breath turned to short moans and groans, and, with a sound escaping from her throat that almost turned to a scream, Max felt a previously unknown warmth flow over his groin as Kelly came on his thick cock.

Her discharge was copious, and flowed liberally down Max's inner thighs, soaking Kelly's Chanel suit that lay on the floor beneath their feet. Max slowly pumped in and out of Kelly's lubricated cunt as her breathing returned to somewhat normal. He pulled Kelly from the edge of the table, turned her around, and bent her over the pool table, causing her engorged nipples to rub against the green felt, eliciting a groan from her red-painted lips.

Entering her spoken-for pussy from behind, Max was rewarded with a long, low-pitched, "Yyyyeeeeessssss. Fuck me, Max. I want to feel that cock stretch my cunt. Pound me hard."

"You love this nigger cock loosening your lips, don't you, whore?" Max taunted, as he picked up his pace, one hand placed lightly on Kelly's beautifully formed hips, and the other tracing circles across her sweaty lower back, causing her to shiver even more.

Turning and looking over her shoulder, her baby blue eyes smoldering with lust, Kelly responded in a low, guttural voice, "Fuck, yeah. I love your nigger cock pounding me from behind."

Perhaps it was not so wise for Kelly to drop the N-bomb. Black men generally have no problem when another black man drops it, but nonetheless consider it quite offensive when those of other races drop it.

So in his anger (somewhat feigned), Max grabbed Kelly's hips hard with both his hands and began jack hammering her now-sloppy cunt, pushing Kelly's face down into the green felt and causing her fat-but-firm tits to bulge from the sides of her little body. Though he couldn't see it, Kelly's thick nipples went thicker, and burned red from the friction against the felt. From her lips and throat, moans turned to groans and threatened to turn to wails of pleasure.

Wanting a different angle after a few minutes of fucking this slut, Max grabbed Kelly's long, blond tresses in one hand, and a shoulder with the other, and lifted her upper body off the pool table, causing her pelvis to rotate forward and increasing the sensations he felt on the underside of his cock. Kelly's groans, interrupted by Max's abrupt change in position, returned full force has he continued to slam his hips against her firm little ass.   "Reach behind you, slut, and spread your cheeks so I can get deeper." Always the submissive (well, usually, anyway), Kelly did as ordered. She put each of her hands, fingers splayed wide, on their respective ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. Max's intake of breath was clearly audible, even above Kelly's increasing groans. In spreading her ass cheeks, Kelly exposed her crinkly asshole, framed by her long, thin, pink-manicured fingers, one of which was adorned with the sparkly diamond.   Max was struck by a thought as he continued to fuck Kelly doggy-style over her parents' country club's pool table: what is her naïve fiancé doing right now? What would he do if he saw his fiancé, the picture of all that is innocent, at this exact moment? What a picture she was, too: bent over a pool table, mewling like a porn star, 34D tits hanging from her thin torso, sweat dripping from her face and nipples and staining the felt, ass cheeks rippling with the impact of the man behind her, baby-bare cunt lips stretched almost to the point of absurdity, long blond hair half in her face and half in the grip of the man behind her. And that man was a black man, a servant to her parents, no less. What would Mike do if he could see his fiancé behaving like a complete fucking whore, like a porn star?   These thoughts and images, combined with the sensations generated by Kelly's pelvic bone stimulating the underside of his cock, caused Max to let loose one and then another jet-stream of cum into Kelly's cunt. Pulling out after the second release, Max pulled her by her shoulders and hair off the pool table and into a kneeling position before him. His third and fourth jets shot from the engorged, purple head of his cock as he looked down into Kelly's lust-filled eyes, partially obscured by the sweat-soaked blond locks that stuck to her face, and saw her left hand, the one carrying her shiny new engagement ring, wrap around his fat cock and tug on it, hoping to coax more cum from the shiny black shaft. Those final shots of sperm hit Kelly first on her forehead and then to the left side of her elegant nose, and combined they dripped down her face, creating a pearlescent mask.   As degrading as this would be to most women, Kelly reveled in it. As Max attempted to regain control over his breath, Kelly ran the fingers of her right hand across her forehead and over her cheeks, sliding Max's thick and gooey discharge toward her open mouth, enjoying its flavor as it hit her tongue. Her left hand, meanwhile, was busy between her legs, rubbing her unfaithful, hairless cunt to second orgasm, the cum from Max's first two shots dripping from her gaping hole, down her fingers and liberally coating her engagement ring.   His breath back to normal, Max stepped away from Kelly as she reached her second orgasm, and started to get dressed. Alarmed and pulled out of a second orgasm, Kelly whined, "Where are you going? I'm not done yet! I want you to fuck me again!"   With a laugh, Max responded, "Again? I have to get back to work, slut. Maybe next time." Of course, there wouldn't be a "next time." As much of a slut as Kelly was, she rarely gave repeat performances. But Max didn't know that, and he finished dressing and exited the club room. He left behind a cheating whore on her haunches beside the pool table, the finger of one hand absently twisting a thick nipple and her tongue licking the sperm off the other hand – and from the glittering 3-karat diamond that adorned the ring finger.




Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 03



***

Dan's eyes were closed as he listened to another of Kelly's escapades of infidelity, and he had no recollection of moving from between her legs to beneath her body after giving her a tongue-induced orgasm, or of her riding him through the end of the story. But when she was almost done, he opened his eyes, and there she was, her slippery cunt, devoid of pubic hair, sliding up and down his pole, her 34D tits right in his face, a drop of sweat about to drip off her right nipple, now glowing an almost bright red.

"I was so desperate for more fucking," she said in a lust-filled whisper, her right hand with a firm grasp on the back of Dan's head, gripping his hair. "I couldn't believe he was leaving me there in the club room. I was kneeling on the floor, begging for more of his fat cock and twisting my nipples. I brought my left hand to my mouth and started licking it clean; when I was done, I cleaned this engagement ring with my tongue."

As she ended her story, and with Kelly's left hand pinching and pulling on her left nipple, her engagement ring and wedding band only inches from Dan's face, he exploded deep inside her hairless pussy. As Dan came down from another glorious orgasm, Kelly climbed off him and began rubbing the leaking sperm around the lips of her cunt as she gathered up their clothing.

"You like?" she inquired, needlessly.

"No question. I love your stories, I love hearing how nasty you are, and experiencing it at the same time."

"There's always more," she said as she came back to the couch as straddled him, sticking her warm, pink tongue into his mouth, causing Dan to moan with renewed lust. "But for now, I've got to go feed Evelyn and call my husband in Denver. Why don't you get dressed, and we'll get together again in a few weeks?"



Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 04



 Chapter 04 (The Honeymoon)

Dan was on his way home from the office the next Thursday evening when his Blackberry beeped. Taking it out of his suit-coat pocket, he immediately recognized the number and answered the call.

"I'm surprised to hear from you so soon," he said without preamble.

"Disappointed?" came Kelly's little-girl voice.

"Not at all," he laughed. "I should have said, 'pleasantly surprised.' I didn't think I'd hear from you for a few weeks, that's all."

"Well, I have the night free, so I thought I'd give you a call."

"Oh? And how did that happen?" Dan inquired, his hand moving to his cock to adjust it as it began to lengthen.

"Mike's away on business, and my mom and dad have Evelyn for the weekend. They thought I might need a break."

"How interesting."

"Mmm, and convenient. I guess I do need a break, but what I REALLY need is your cock slamming into me."

"Sir," Dan said, addressing the cab driver, "I'm not going home. Take me to Armitage and Sheffield instead, please." Returning his attention to Kelly, he said, "How's five minutes?"

"See you soon," she responded, hitting end on her mobile phone.

Traffic delayed Dan's arrival at the MacGuire residence. While he sat in the back of the taxi, his groin stirring, he wondered what Kelly had in store for him. He had only been with her a few times, but he was quickly becoming obsessed with her. Her athletic body was intoxicating, he thought to himself, seeing in his mind's eye her massive tits smashed into his face, her hairless cunt stroking up and down on his cock. Her face, so angelic and naturally beautiful, belied the slut that underlay her innocent exterior. Her filthy mouth, enhanced by the experiences she so willingly shared with Dan, never failed to excite him.

Dan was pulled from his daydream when the taxi pulled up to the curb and deposited him on the corner of Sheffield and Armitage. He walked the few blocks to Kelly and Mike's walk-up, and rang the doorbell. Before Kelly answered the door, Dan knew he would be greeted by one of two images: Lincoln Park mommy, or slut wife. He didn't really care which, for each would add a great deal of fuel to the fire already burning between his legs. On this night, however, when Kelly opened the door, he was faced with Lincoln Park mommy, which suited him just fine.

Kelly stood there in the doorway, one hand on her hip, one leg bent at the knee and cocked out. Her huge tits were encased – braless, it appeared – in a mango-colored Michael Kors silk blouse, her ass and shapely legs in Marc Jacobs white denim pants. She wore a pair of Mary Jane flats, probably from Prada, on her feet. Her conservative look was finished off by an Elsa Peretti-inspired heart pendant around her neck, tasteful diamond stud earrings and, of course, her engagement and wedding rings, all done in platinum. She was, in Dan's estimation, the epitome of the urban professional mom, and exuded an innocent beauty that was unparalleled.

The first words out her mouth, however, dispelled any notion of purity: "Ready to stretch my cunt?" she asked with a dirty smile, taking Dan's hand and pulling him into the home she shared with her husband and child.

"Don't you ever worry about the neighbors?" Dan inquired as he kicked the door shut and was led toward the back of the house.

With a chuckle, Kelly responded in the negative. "Nobody pays any attention to anyone else down here. If we lived in the suburbs, I'd be concerned, but not in the city." As she led Dan through the first floor of the walk-up, she continued: "Only one neighbor has ever said anything to me, a guy who used to live across the street in one of the apartments. He conned me into fucking him a few times." She paused for a few seconds. "Not that it really took any effort on his part," she reflected. "I would have fucked him anyway if he'd asked. But he only lived there for another few months and moved away, and I never heard from him again."

"You never cease to amaze me. What a slut," Dan responded as Kelly pushed him back onto the couch in the television room and climbed up on his lap, her knees straddling his waist and her arms wrapping around his neck.

"You don't now the half of it," she said, moving her pink-painted lips to nibble on his ear, and then slipping her warm, agile tongue in his mouth.

Dan moaned a barely audible "mmm" with that, and Kelly reached beneath her to unbuckle his belt and unzipped the fly. She pulled away and stood up, pulling off his shoes and then his suit-pants, taking his boxers with them. Her eyes shone bright at the sight of his cock standing tall. Anxious to get it inside her, she quickly kicked her shoes off into the corner of the room, and pulled her own pants down over her trim hips and off her legs. As she climbed back on Dan's lap, he could see the moisture that had formed on her bare pussy lips, and then felt the heat from them as they made contact with his cock.

She rocked back and forth a few times, causing Dan's engorged cock to course through the slick channel formed by her still-sealed cunt lips, ensuring that her lubricant fully saturated the rod upon which she was about to impale herself. Their shirts still on, but with Dan's fingers pulling at her nipples through the silk blouse, Kelly rose up and let the cock penetrate her unfaithful pussy, whispering in Dan's ear at the same time. "You know what's really slutty, though? Getting fucked by a stranger when you're on your honeymoon," she intoned, sliding all the way down on the invading cock with a grunt.

***

The Intercontinental on Bora Bora is incredible. Not an easy place to get to from Chicago, but fabulous nonetheless. The day after their wedding, Kelly and Mike boarded a Qantas Airlines flight first-class to Papeete, in the French Polynesian islands, and from there hopped a puddle jumper to Bora Bora. Upon arrival and check-in, they were taken to their over-water bungalow with a view of the Pacific Ocean's horizon.

There was not a great deal to do at the Intercontinental, other than rest and relax, but that is precisely what the newlyweds wanted for the first part of their honeymoon. The months leading up to the wedding had been hectic and filled with wedding-related activities and tasks. Stress accompanied all of this, so Mike and Kelly decided that the first 10 days of their honeymoon would be spent doing nothing. After this relaxation period, the couple was to move onto Australia for a week.

Thus, they spent the first few days on Bora Bora sleeping, eating, drinking, and tanning on their private sun terrace, only rarely venturing from the confines of the bungalow. After they adjusted to local time – and after they had fucked each other out – they visited the other parts of the resort, and spent time at the resort pool. There, they met a German couple that was also on their honeymoon, and an older Australian couple that was simply on vacation.

Mike and Kelly really hit it off with the Australians, Ian and Stephanie, and even had dinner with them on the fifth night of their honeymoon. The following day, they saw Ian and Stephanie again at the pool, and joined them for a few late afternoon cocktails before retiring to their bungalow for room service.

After the fuck frenzy of the first few days of the honeymoon, Mike seemed less inclined towards sex, and Kelly often found herself, as they sat by the pool, observing other males – guests and employees alike – as they moved around them. She would see a waiter bringing a drink to someone across the pool from them and wonder if he was a good fuck. Was he adventurous? Did he possess a cunt-stretching cock? Would he spank her and call her names? Kelly's pliant vagina moistened at the idea.

So on the seventh day, with her pussy having been inactive for 24 hours and penetrated only once in the last 48 hours, Kelly desperately needed to have her hole plugged. She and Mike awoke around 9:30 and went to the open-air restaurant for breakfast. Her plan was to drag Mike back to the bungalow for a quickie before they settled in at the pool for the day. However, as soon as they were seated, Ian and Stephanie entered and saw them sitting alone.

"Mind if we join you?" Stephanie asked, in that Australian accent Kelly found so annoying.

She shot Mike a look that, if he had seen it, would have said, 'Don't you dare, asshole.' Unfortunately for Mike, though, he didn't catch it.

"Not at all. Kelly and I just got here. We haven't even ordered yet." With that, Ian and Stephanie sat down and poured themselves cups of coffee, while Kelly's mind began to sulk.

"We really don't mean to intrude, you know. We know you're on your honeymoon, but we just enjoy your company so much," Stephanie explained.

"No bother at all, Stephanie. Mike and I have the rest of our lives together. We've been having fun with you." 

'True,' Kelly thought, but she didn't want to have fun with them right now. 'Right now, I want to get breakfast in my stomach, and then cock in my cunt.'

"Well, what do you newlyweds have planned for today?" Ian asked.

'No cock, apparently,' Kelly thought wryly.

"I wanted to go to Matira Point and check it out, maybe do a little shopping, but Kelly would rather lie around again. So, we haven't decided yet," Mike said.

"Me, too. We've been here a few times, but have never made it over to town. Ian never wants to go, so I always miss out."

"Well, if you want, you can join us," Mike offered to Stephanie.

"No, no. I can't do that; I won't do that. You two need your time."

"Nonsense," Kelly cut in. "Why don't the two of you go, and Ian and I will stay here and lounge." Mike and Ian both shrugged, and with that, it was settled. If Mike knew that his nonchalance had paved the way for his bride to transform herself into a complete whore, he may have thought twice before allowing her to stay at the resort alone with Ian. But alas, it was not to be, and Kelly felt butterflies in her stomach.

After finishing their breakfast, Mike and Stephanie returned to their respective bungalows, changed and gathered the things they needed for the day. They returned to the restaurant where Kelly and Ian were finishing their coffee, and said their good-byes. After they left, Kelly and Ian left the restaurant and set up on two poolside lounges. Bathing suits on and lotion (or, in Kelly's case, oil) applied, they lounged away the morning, alternately sleeping and reading books or magazines.

Ian couldn't help but occasionally stare at Kelly from behind his sunglasses. 'What a fucking body,' he thought to himself. She was wearing an aqua blue bikini made from some shiny material that glimmered when she moved. It barely covered her body, tanned as it was from six days of South Pacific sun, giving Ian a full view of her 34D tits bulging out the sides. Her nipples were clearly defined by the material that hugged her chest, as was her bare cunt. Once, when Kelly swung around on the chaise lounge to adjust her position, her legs parted and Ian expected to see the telltale bulge of camel-toe. But it wasn't there. He surmised – correctly it turns out – that Kelly's pussy was free of pubic hair. The image of the young newlywed on all fours, him fucking her from behind, caused a stirring in his groin. Ian loved his wife, but would not miss the opportunity to enjoy Kelly's porn star figure if given the chance.

At around 1:00, the pool waiter stopped by and asked if they wanted lunch served. After ordering, they struck up a casual conversation about the beauty of the resort, and of French Polynesia in general.

"I agree," said Ian. "I only wish we had booked earlier. It seems every time we fly over here, the over-water bungalows are booked. We've never stayed in one; we always stay on the beach. It's not bad, but I'd much rather stay in the over-water ones."

"That's what we have. I love it, waking up each morning to the sounds of the ocean splashing against the piers. Looking out the window and seeing nothing but ocean. It's incredible. We even have a coffee table with a glass top, and we can see fish swim by underneath the bungalow. You and Stephanie should come out one afternoon and take a look – not at the coffee table so much, but the view. It's truly amazing."

"Sounds like a good idea," Ian said as their lunch arrived.

After they finished their lunch, Kelly reached in her bag and pulled out her bottle of tanning oil, intending to re-apply. "Rats," she muttered. Ian looked up from the book he had returned to. "I'm out of oil," she said to his inquiring look. "I'll be back in a few minutes. I have another bottle in the room." Kelly got to her feet and started walking toward the bungalows. After a few steps, she turned back to Ian. "Want to go with me? You can see the over-water bungalows, and even the glass coffee table," she teased in a sing-song voice, tilting her head from side-to-side.

Ian again looked up from his book and, staring at the flat, tanned stomach and bulging tits of the little blonde newlywed, quickly agreed. As he and Kelly padded along the pier toward Kelly and Mike's bungalow, they were quiet. Ian was simply enjoying the sun and the breeze and the smells, but Kelly's mind was in overdrive.

In fact, she had not run out of tanning oil, but it was the easiest way, she thought, to get Ian back to her bungalow. That part had gone fine, but now her mind was trying to figure out how to get his cock in her twitching cunt. Should she give him a signal and let him run with it? Or should she seduce him? And when were their spouses going to be back? Did she even have time for subtle signals or seduction?

These thoughts twirled through her mind as they walked along the pier. Before she could resolve any of the conundrums, they arrived at her and Mike's bungalow. She unlocked the door and Ian followed her in. She left him standing in the living area, and went into the bedroom and found a new bottle of tanning oil. When she returned to the living area, Ian was standing at the sliding doors to the terrace, staring out at the vast Pacific Ocean, his back to her. "Beautiful, isn't it?" she asked. Ian murmured his assent without turning around.

'Fuck it,' Kelly thought. 'This is how this is going to work.' Walking toward the couch and coffee table, she pulled the small triangles of her bikini top to the side, causing her tits to pop out. They bulged up and out, forced together by the tight top, and created a deep cleavage. Her thick, pink nipples quickly hardened in the cool, conditioned air.

As Ian continued to stare out at the ocean, Kelly sat atop the glass-topped coffee table and straddled it, placing her feet on opposite sides of the table, spreading her legs lewdly. After pulling the small, aqua-colored triangle aside, exposing her bald cunt, she quickly grabbed the bottle of oil and liberally squirted it against her exposed tits. The oil ran down her breasts and through her cleavage, covering her taut stomach and exposed pussy, and she spread it evenly over the front side of her body with her hands. All in all, Kelly looked like a porn star about to go on set, rather than a newlywed on her honeymoon.

"Have you seen the fish through the coffee table yet?" she said in a sultry voice that barely eclipsed a whisper.

When Ian turned around, he was stunned at the vision before him. Her deeply tanned body glistening in the copious amount of oil that covered it, Kelly sat there on the coffee table, leaning back on her outstretched arms. Her lightly muscled legs were spread wide, exposing her bald hole. Her back was arched, causing her tan-lined, oily, bulging tits to point to the ceiling. "Jesus Christ," he said in a whisper.

"Not quite," Kelly said with a smile. After a pause: "Well, maybe," was the mischievous follow-up.

Ian walked toward the coffee table that the slut was perched on, almost tripping over an Ottoman that sat in front of an easy chair. As he approached the table, he made like he was going to crawl between Kelly's legs and fasten his mouth to her cunt. "No, no. Up here," Kelly said, crooking a manicured finger at him. Ian walked around the side of the table so that he was standing at Kelly's head. Her baby-blue eyes staring up at him, Kelly's left hand reached out to untie the string that held his bathing suit in place. Accomplishing that, she roughly pulled the suit down so that it fell to his feet. Kelly then let her eyes slowly drop from Ian's face, down his muscular chest, to the cock she was about to swallow.

It would be an exaggeration to say that Kelly's mouth watered at the sight of Ian's cock, but she certainly was anxious to get it in her mouth. Her left hand encircling the cock, her pretty pink lips opening in anticipation, Kelly leaned to her right and took half of Ian's eight-inch cock in her mouth. Moans escaping the seal formed between her lips and Ian's cock, Kelly began bobbing her head back and forth, up and down, eventually engulfing the entirety of the invading phallus. Occasionally, her tongue would break the seal and sneak out, and the underside of Ian's cock would run along it as he thrust his hips at the beautiful bride's face. The flickering tongue would allow Kelly's saliva to escape her mouth, and it would drip from her lips and down her chin; it formed a little puddle on the floor of the bungalow.

"Holy shit," Ian exclaimed. "That feels so fucking good. Keep sucking." Kelly, for her part, had no intention of stopping just yet, and continued bobbing her head on Ian's cock, her left hand alternately squeezing then stroking the base of it. She stroked the thick shaft until she felt him about to cum, then squeezed its base to keep the cum from filling her adulterous mouth.

After about five minutes of Kelly's sloppy blowjob, Ian abruptly pulled his cock from between her glossy lips. They and the tip of the cock remained connected by a thick string of saliva, which quickly snapped, falling across Kelly's oil-slicked right breast and running down her body and between her legs. Her lips and chin were shining in saliva, and it dripped from the tip of Ian's cock and from his balls. "You don't like?" Kelly whimpered in a pitiful voice, her eyes looking shyly up at Ian.

After catching his breath, Ian responded, "No, no, no, I definitely liked it. But I couldn't take much more. I want to fuck you," he said, pulling Kelly off the table and onto the couch. When her back hit the cushions of the couch, Kelly quickly raised her legs in the air and, reaching a hand between her legs, spread her slick pussy lips with two manicured fingers; a third rubbed at her engorged clit. Ian, well aware of the desperation in Kelly's eyes, bent his knees so that his cock approached the opening of Kelly's unfaithful hole. "Slow or hard?" he asked.

"I don't care," Kelly breathed, anxious to feel the penetration that was coming. "Just stick it in and fuck me!"

"Slow or hard?" Ian repeated, dragging the purple head across Kelly's hairless cunt lips and up to her clitoris. When no answer came, only the slutty bride's pleading look, Ian gripped the base of his cock and roughly beat the head of it against Kelly's clit, causing her to whimper and squirm in desperation. At the same time, she arched her back to get at the string behind her back. Finding it, she pulled hard and, feeling the knot release, pulled the bikini top from her giant tits.

"Hard, then! Fuck me hard!" Without waiting a beat, his hand still grasping the base of his cock, Ian forcefully pushed into Kelly's sopping cunt, sinking his full length into her in one effort. Kelly's eyes bugged out some, and air rushed from between her lips, following by a groan. "Oohh mmyy ggoodd. Jesus Christ. A little slower," she managed to get out, placing an elegant hand on her firm stomach, as Ian began to withdraw and then penetrate her again.

But Ian was having none of that. "You said 'hard,' slut. You'll get it hard," he grunted as he continued splitting Kelly's married pussy. By now, his shaft was fully lubricated by her cunt juices, and it slid smoothly and evenly in and out of the little wife's hole, hindered only slightly by the rubbing of the pulled-aside bikini bottom. Ian set a rhythm, and began pounding Kelly's cunt with swift but deep strokes, his hands gripped tightly to her trim waist.




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Ian looked down at the sight before him, and marveled at his luck. His eight-inch cock was fucking in and out of Kelly's tight, well-oiled, bald cunt. Her eyes were screwed shut, and her head was tossing back and forth, small moans escaping from her throat. She was muttering under her breath, but Ian couldn't make out what she was saying. All the while, the force of his pelvis's impact against her ass caused Kelly's massive tits to wobble atop her chest. This must have caused her some discomfort, because after a few minutes, she brought her manicured hands up and pushed her tits together, stabilizing them.

Maintaining his pace, Ian leaned down to take a thick, hard nipple between his lips. He couldn't resist the impulse. This little slut looked so fucking sexy with her oversized tits pushed together, shining with the tanning oil, capped with the thickest, longest nipples he had ever seen. Taking a nipple between his lips with light suction, he heard Kelly hiss, "Yyeessss, suck it." Moving to the unattended nipple after a minute or two of lathering the first, Kelly pulled his face hard into her tit as soon as Ian's lips had attached to it. "Harder, Ian, suck my nipple harder!" Ian complied, wallowing in the sensation of his cock burying itself in Kelly's cunt and her thick nipple in his mouth, feeling the heat coming from the tanned, lithe body splayed beneath him. "Bite it, come on, Ian, keep going," Kelly said in a hoarse whisper.

Ian again complied, taking Kelly's left nipple between his teeth and lightly nibbling. "Harder, bite my nipple harder," she whimpered. Ian's teeth gained purchase on the nipple, and he could feel the flesh of it compress between his teeth. In response, Kelly began fucking back at his invading shaft and a throaty growl emanated from her pretty, innocent-looking mouth. Her breathing increased, coming in short gasps, and Ian continued his pelvic thrusting. His teeth parted some to decrease the pressure on Kelly's abused nipple, causing her to immediately freeze her return thrusts as her eyes snapped open.

"Noooo!" she cried out. "Keep biting me, I fucking love that feeling," she sobbed. "Come on, Ian; treat me like a fuckin' whore. Keep fucking my little cunt, and bite my nipples . . . harder . . . harder . . . yeeessssss, that's it," she moaned as Ian's teeth once again clamped down on her left nipple. Ian was afraid of drawing blood, but he maintained a constant pressure on Kelly's nipple, while at the same time increasing his penetration of her sloppy cunt.

Prodding him along, Kelly used the heel of one of her feet to pull Ian deeper into her soaking wet cunt, kicking him relatively hard in the ass. The kick caused Ian to inadvertently slam his cock in her waxed cunt to the hilt, but also to bite harder on the now-raw nipple that sat atop one of Kelly's magnificent tits. The effect sent Kelly over the top. Letting out a loud moan, her hands went to the back of Ian's head and pulled it tighter to her chest; there was no way that that nipple was escaping his mouth. At the same time, her thrusting at Ian's cock increased, and she was soon cumming, her head lolling back and forth against the cushions of the couch. "Oooohhh, fuuuccckkkk," she hissed. "I'm . . . I'm cummmminggg. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Ian felt a wet heat spread around his cock as Kelly's pussy convulsed around the rod; her juice flowed liberally out of her cunt and covered his balls. It ran down the inside of his legs to the floor of the bungalow, and down the crack of Kelly's ass, leaving a wet patch on the cushion. Ian continued to fuck the newlywed as she rolled through her orgasm, moans still coming from her throat and her head tossing back and forth, her long blonde hair matting itself to her sweaty face. As she began to come down from the high, her grip on Ian's head loosened, and he pulled his face away from her oversized tits to get some breathing room. Still thrusting at the tight hole between Kelly's legs, and having caught his breath, Ian said with a laugh, "Jesus Christ, what a fucking whore you turned out to be!"

Kelly shuddered at the degradation, a smile appearing on her lips and in her eyes, now hooded in post-orgasmic bliss. "Never would have guessed, huh?" she responded breathlessly as she continued to grind her sopping cunt at Ian's still-erect cock, squishing her over stimulated clit between their respective pelvic bones.

"Not in a million years, lady. Not in a million years."

"Well, we're not done yet," she whispered. "Keep going. Keep fucking me." Ian started to increase his pace again, his breath having returned. "Yes, just like that, Ian, fuck me. Harder . . . . Use me . . . . Abuse my trashy little cunt," she breathed out. "Abuse me like I'm your little fuck toy. I love it. . . . Yyeessss, more. Come on, call me a fuckin' slut, Ian, abuse me!"

Ian did not think he could last much longer. Fucking a beautiful slut like Kelly was enough to make any man shoot short, but her nasty mouth made it all that much harder to hold his load. To make it last a little longer, he pulled out of the married woman's cunt, and told her to bend over the coffee table. "Yyeessss. I absolutely lllooovvveee getting fucked like a dog," she almost squealed, getting up and bending over the table and presenting Ian with her tanned, oily backside.

Ian moved in behind her, and felt the long, manicured nails of Kelly's right hand snake between her legs and grab his erect cock, pulling it into her cunt. When the head was seated properly between her pussy lips, Ian slowly pushed his full length into Kelly until he felt her tight ass checks flattening his pubic hair. "You like it like a dog, slut?" he asked, and felt Kelly shiver under his words. "You like this? You like being called names, you fuckin' whore?" he taunted her, again feeling her quake with the degradation, as she braced herself on both hands against the onslaught that Ian was building up to.

"Yyeessss," Kelly hissed back. "I fucking love it. I'm a nasty . . . fucking . . . whore. . . . Fuck me. . . . Use me. . . . I don't give a shit. . . . I'm . . . your . . . fuck . . . toy," she managed to grunt out as Ian increased the pace of his fucking and spanked one of her ass cheeks.

"Damn right you are, slut," Ian got out between thrusts into the young wife's cunt. "You're on your honeymoon, for Christ's sake." Kelly quivered at the realization of her infidelity. Of course, she realized all along that she was being unfaithful to Mike, and only a few days after their wedding at that. But Ian brought it home by pointing it out to her, by verbalizing it.

"Fucking some stranger within a week of taking your vows! What a fuckin' whore! Nothin' but a tramp," Ian taunted has he continued slamming Kelly's bald cunt from behind. It was one thing to think about it, to know, inside your head, that you were little better than trailer trash when it came to fidelity. It was quite another to hear someone say it out loud. Ian's words made Kelly tremble with a curious mix of lust and shame.

"Look at your hand, Kelly," Ian demanded between pants, thrusts and spanks. "Look at your ring, slut. You've been married for a week, and you've got a strange cock in your unfaithful cunt," Ian continued. Kelly looked down her outstretched arms, tanned from a week's worth of sun and fun. Her eyes traveled down the length of her arm, taking in the light blonde hairs, to her darkened hands and fingers, to the light pink fingernails that had only recently been wrapped around the cock of a man who was not her husband, that had spread her cunt lips and manipulated her clit, all preparatory to getting this magnificent, forbidden fuck.

As Ian continued to punish her unfaithful cunt, she saw the three-carat engagement ring Mike had given her over a year ago, and thought back to the night they got engaged. Mike had left her at her apartment (she wouldn't allow him to sleep there – ever). After he left, she walked down to the Clark Street Ale House, picked up a stranger and brought him home. Within minutes, she was riding the stranger's fat cock. Half-an-hour after that, cum dripped from her stretched-out cunt and covered her fat nipples. After he left, she called Mike to tell him she loved him, cleaning her used cunt at the same time. "We haven't even kissed, just like a fuckin' prostitute," Ian's voice intoned, just barely invading her private thoughts. She thought about all the cock that had enjoyed her tight bald cunt since she and Mike got engaged. And she thought about that little promise she had made to herself, the one about remaining faithful once she and Mike were married.

And she knew she couldn't keep that promise. She knew she was a whore, when it came right down to it. And although this was the first time she had cheated on Mike as his wife, she also knew, without a doubt, that it would not be the last. She loved it too much. Not just the sex, but the nastiness. She reveled in the knowledge that she was a whore, that her pretty face and innocent appearance and conservative wardrobe hid the fact that she had absolutely no morals. Married or not, she would fuck anyone, anywhere, anytime. No man was too fat, too skinny, too handsome or too hideous. No cock was too short or too long. She would fuck them all, white, black, Asian, Hispanic, poor, rich, it didn't matter. Kelly Fitzgerald had been a fucking whore, and now Kelly MacGuire, too, was a whore.

The thought of her continued infidelity, and of the world of cocks that she was now free-of-mind to explore, brought Kelly to yet another orgasm. It crept up on her silently, and without any warning, her arms gave out beneath her, and her upper body collapsed on the glass-topped coffee table. "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod," she panted, her athletic body convulsing under Ian's continued pounding of her unfaithful hole.

Ian did not last much longer. Pounding Kelly from behind, degrading her, calling her "whore" and "slut" and "tramp," knowing he was fucking a newlywed on her honeymoon, all brought him to the edge of an orgasm. When Kelly collapsed on the table, her generous tits bulged out beneath her body. The sight of this married slut sprawled beneath him, a mixture of sweat and tanning oil covering her tanned, honed body like a slick lubricant, willingly taking his cock in her bald, sopping, spoken-for cunt, was too much for Ian. And he was a lost cause when Kelly turned and looked over her shoulder at him, fire burning brightly in her baby blue eyes. "Fuck me, asshole! Pound your cock in me! How's my married cunt feel!?! Fuck it, Ian, fuck my unfaithful hole faster . . . faster . . . yyyeeesss . . . that's it, fucker, do it!"

With one, two final thrusts, he grabbed Kelly's hips tightly, and shot one, then another, and then a third string of hot semen deep into the hot cunt that was still convulsing around him, coaxing the rest of his sperm out and into its depths.

***

Dan had no actual memory of blowing his nut in Kelly's womb. He was thrust out of his fantasyland when he felt his now-limp cock slip from the scorching confines of her hole and heard her whispering hoarsely in his ear. ". . . fuck my unfaithful hole faster . . . faster . . . yyyeeesss . . . that's it, fucker, do it!" Dan's cock slipped from between their bodies and lay across his leg, and he could feel his cum mixed with Kelly's ejaculate leaking from her hole onto his crotch.

When he opened his eyes, Kelly had pulled back and was resting her tight ass cheeks on his thighs. Her sweat-soaked hair obscured the features of her gorgeous face, and her body was gleaming with perspiration. Dan watched as two, then three, beads of sweat formed along her collar bone and quickly slid down her chest, between her firm tits, the nipples still engorged and elongated, down her stomach to her cleanly waxed pussy, from which it dripped to join the sex juices collecting in his pubic hair.

"Jesus Christ, Kelly," he breathed, his eyes closed again. "You are fucking incredible." Dan felt Kelly remove herself from his lap, and opening his eyes found her on her knees – a position she enjoyed immensely, apparently – with her mouth open, about to engulf his spent shaft. Saying nothing, Kelly ran her sexy pink tongue along the length of it while her nails lightly tickled the insides of his thighs.

As blood began to make its way back to Dan's cock, Kelly brought one of her hands to his pubic hair, and using two fingers, started sliding their combined ejaculate through his pubic hair and down to his cock. Her licking tongue quickly made the juices disappear into her mouth. Dan watched with growing excitement as Kelly swallowed his and her cum. When her fingers could no longer transfer their cum from crotch to cock, she removed her tongue from it and, moving up, buried her pretty face in Dan's crotch and cleaned the rest of their juices with her tongue, her hand taking the place of her tongue, slowing jerking Dan back to erection.

Satisfied with its stiffness, Kelly rose to her feet, and walked away.

"Hey, where're you going? You can't leave me like this."

"Shut up, Dan. I'll be back." Dan heard her rummaging around in the kitchen, stroking his cock while he waited her out. She returned to the television room a few minutes after leaving, holding in one hand a bottle of olive oil. Dan was again astonished at the sight of her: walking toward him, her flat stomach swaying with her hips, her bald cunt shining with their combined ejaculate, her fat tits bouncing tightly with each step. She may have been married, but her body was made to be fucked and often. As enthralled as Dan was with Kelly, she was nothing to him but a fuck toy. The thought aided his manual efforts to maintain his erection.

Kelly twisted the top off the glass bottle as she approached him. "Get your hand out of the way, pervert." When Dan removed his hand, Kelly turned the bottle of olive oil upside down, directly over his cock, coating it and his crotch with an abundant amount of the oil. Reaching down with her left hand – she was always cognizant of Dan's triggers – she spread the oil evenly around his crotch, making sure that her engagement ring and wedding bands were in full view as she tugged Dan's cock, watching his facial expressions the whole time. With a smirk, Kelly noticed that not once did Dan look at her face – his focus was entirely on her professionally manicured fingers, one of which held a certain amount of platinum and diamonds, encircling his cock and stroking it.

Straightening up again, Kelly turned around and arched her back, causing her gorgeous ass to thrust toward Dan's prone figure leaning back against the couch. The bottle still in her right hand, she brought her arm behind her and again dumped the contents of the olive oil bottle, this time down the small of her back, from where it ran down the crack of her ass. Bending over, Kelly placed the bottle on the floor next to her pretty feet, and reached behind her – with her left hand, of course, flaunting her marital status – to spread her ass cheeks apart. She knew, without really knowing, that Dan was observing her every move intently.

"Oh, fuck," came the words from behind her, confirming what she already knew.

"That's right, Dan. I want you to fuck my ass," she said forcefully, her beautiful eyes looking at him over her shoulder. "Think we have enough lube?"

Dan leaned forward and reached for Kelly's slim hips, pulling her back toward the couch so that she was lying on top of him, her back to his chest. Moving one hand to her tits and another between her legs to manipulate her clit, he felt the olive oil squish between their bodies, and then felt Kelly begin to slip down his body toward the floor. The hand reserved for playing with Kelly's clit quickly moved further between her legs, and halted her downward slide.

"I need an anchor," she said laughing, standing up again. This time, Kelly stood above him, still with her back to him, and reached between her legs to hold Dan's cock upright. Lowering herself, she said, "Grab my ass and spread my cheeks." Dan complied and, as Kelly continued to lower her body, watched in fascination as the purple head of his cock made contact with the slick wrinkles of Kelly's asshole. Kelly slid the cockhead around the contours of her ass until she found the right spot for it. When she found that spot, she quickly sat down on Dan's lap, forcing his cock all the way into her asshole, causing simultaneous grunts to emanate from the couple's mouths.

"Mmmm," came from Kelly's mouth. "So fucking good. So awesome. I love having a cock in my ass," she murmured as she began to grind her ass into Dan's crotch. Feeling secure that the cock was not going to slip out, Kelly again leaned back against Dan's chest, resting her pretty head against his shoulder, and continued her grinding, her feet flat on the floor giving her leverage.

Dan, meanwhile, wrapped his arms around Kelly from behind. His right hand found Kelly's left tit, and begin rubbing, tweaking, twisting and pulling – gently – the nipple. His left hand slid down her taut stomach, pausing to feel the muscles beneath her skin tense and relax with her movement, then moved on to her bare pussy. He manipulated her clit, causing her breath to quicken, her chest to heave. Feeling a subtle release of cunt juices, he hooked a finger, then two, into her married cunt, pulling against her pelvic bone.

Satisfied that she was feeling sufficiently nasty, Dan began whispering in her ear, nibbling the lobe between words. "I love fucking your ass, whore. . . . Not the tightest ass I've ever had . . . but what can you expect? . . . Lotta cock's been in there, huh, you fuckin' slut?" Kelly's breathing and grinding increased. So did the speed of Dan's finger fucking, and the pressure that he was placing on her left nipple. "How fuckin' nasty are you?"

"Mmmm," Kelly barely got out. "So nasty . . . so fucking nasty. . . . Anything. I'd do anything . . . for a cock," she whispered. Wanting to get more leverage, Kelly moved her manicured feet from the floor to the front edge of the couch, spreading her legs further to Dan's fingers probing her slutty hole. "I love this shit . . . sitting on a cock . . . on the couch where my husband . . . and my daughter . . . watch TV. . . . I'm a fucking whore, Dan. . . . I love that you know how to treat me. . . . Just like a slut, ring or no ring."

"Ring," Dan said, removing his fingers from her cunt and rubbing them rhythmically back and forth over her clit.

To be fly on that wall. You could barely see Dan. His legs stuck out, and you could see his arms encircling Kelly's tight body, and his head over one of her shoulders, but the rest of him was concealed by her body. And there she was, her feet planted firmly on the edge of the couch, her legs spread widely. Her right arm, outstretched to the seat cushion, braced her body, while her left arm snaked behind her, grabbing a handful of Dan's hair, holding his head to her own. Where her lithe, toned legs met her pelvis, the fly would see her asshole filled with Dan's cock, the olive oil lubricant gleaming in the overhead lights. Her cunt lips were hanging loose and open as Dan's fingers roughly frigged her fiery clit, trying to keep contact with it as Kelly ground her ass against the invading cock, quicker and quicker.

Her enormous but firm tits stood proudly atop her chest, wobbling just a little with the movements of her ass. One nipple, elongated to almost an inch long, was under pressure from Dan's fingers, alternately being squeezed, twisted and pulled. The other nipple, starving for attention, stood erect nonetheless, almost glowing red in anticipation. The fly couldn't see Kelly's face, covered as it was with her dirty blonde locks, but her eyes were closed, and her head was lolling back and forth, reveling in the indecency of her predicament, egged on by Dan's taunting and teasing, his degradation.




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"I like the ring, slut. You know that, don't you?" he whispered, increasing the speed of his fingers over her clit, feeling an almost steaminess rise from her sopping cunt.

"Yyyeeesss," Kelly grunted, crushing her ass harder against Dan's crotch, trying to wedge even more cock into her asshole.

"It turns me on to know that you're such a whore when you're with me, or all those other men. That by day, you play the doting mother and faithful wife," he taunted, gripping her nipple tightly between his fingers and twisting as far as his wrist would allow.

"Yyyesss," she hissed, her voice cracking with excitement.

"But you're not faithful at all, are you, Kelly?" he asked rhetorically. "You're a fucking slut. You'll fuck anything with a cock, huh, slut? You strut around, wearing sexy clothes, flirting, thrusting these fat tits at anyone who will take a look. Teasing men and boys with this tight ass – well, not so tight, it turns out. But it's not a tease, is it, whore? You'll fuck them, all of them. Isn't that right?" The pressure on her left nipple, the fingers strumming her aching clit, her infidelity being laid bare, all left Kelly breathless. She could only murmur her assent. "What would your husband think of you know, you fucking whore? Sitting here on MY lap on HIS couch? Your nipples thick and excited? My cock and a lot of olive oil jammed in your ass? My fingers bringing you close to cumming? What would your husband do, tramp?"

Kelly couldn't answer. The sensations – both physical and psychological – were too much for her. Dan's fingertips abusing her clit and her nipple would have made her cum eventually, but his exploitation – turnabout is fair play, after all – of her desire to be unfaithful, to be immoral and indecent, brought the orgasm about a little quicker.

"Oooohhhhh, fuck," she moaned through gritted teeth. Her left hand released its grasp of the back of Dan's head and flew to the seat cushion, bracing her for the orgasm that was just upon her. Her body went rigid, and her ass ceased its punishment of Dan's crotch.

But Dan didn't let up. He battered his cock up and into Kelly's ass. The fingers of his left hand kept up their manipulation of her erect clit and those of his right twisted – hard – her nipple. "Aaaaaahhhhhh, fffuuucckkkkk," she groaned again. Dan felt her orgasm against the fingers of his left hand as they continued to fly over her clit. At one moment, her cunt juice provided the only lubrication for his abuse. In the next, Kelly's ejaculate squirted from between her pussy lips, adding more liquid to the effort.

Her body lost its rigidity, and she started convulsing against Dan's body, moans of delight escaping her pretty lips. The ringing of the cordless phone, just two feet away from her unfaithful body, caused her to go rigid once again, but only for a brief moment. She decided, in her foggy mind, to let it go, and her body resumed its gut-wrenching shaking as her orgasm washed over her.

Throughout, Dan continued to ram his crotch against Kelly's ass, and his cock deeper and deeper into her bowels. When Kelly's body lost its rigidity and began shaking and shivering atop him, he felt his cum begin its travels from his balls to his shaft. When the phone rang not too far from his ear – when he realized that Kelly's husband was calling her, not knowing that she was getting fucked in the ass by another man in his own home – Dan's cum rushed along the shaft of his cock and shot from the shiny, blood-engorged cockhead that was firmly planted in this married woman's asshole, splattering her intestinal walls with his viscous, pearlescent liquid.

As his hips slowed their pace, as the dark, dank interior of Kelly's asshole sizzled with the heat of his cum, she too slowed her convulsing, coming to rest against Dan's chest. She was still breathing heavy, her chest and 34D tits rising and falling with her breaths. Sweat pored from her body, adding to the olive oil that saturated the area of their joinder. Her left hand returned to grab the back of Dan's head, manicured nails scraping his scalp. She pulled him into a deep kiss, her wet, agile tongue parting his now-dry lips and finding his own. She moaned into his mouth, he into hers. But this was not romance.

"Gawd, what a fuck," she said into Dan's mouth. "I love fucking you so much because I can let loose with you," she said, turning her head away from him, staring across the room to the 60-inch LCD monitor. More accurately, she was staring at the pictures that sat on top of the monitor. In one, she stood next to Mike. He was wearing a tuxedo, she a beautiful Vera Wang wedding gown. "I can be a slut with any man who will let me, but with you, it's different. I can talk about things, about the shitty things I've done to my husband." Dan nibbled on her ear, kissed her neck. In the other picture, Kelly sat at a chair with Evelyn, one year old at the time of the picture, in her lap, Mike standing behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. She recalled that time, and the Muslim cab driver that she had fucked in their backyard the night before while Mike sat on this very couch only thirty or so feet away, separated only by the wall.

"I don't mean 'shitty' like I want to stop," she said as Dan's limp cock slipped from the warm confines of her ass. "No way, but I love being able to tell someone about it. All these one night stands? Those men – or boys – they don't know me. They know that I am a slut for the night. But who knows?" she continued. "As far as they know, I just got in a fight with my husband and the one-nighter was revenge. But you know different," she said, as she lay her head against Dan's shoulder. "You know I'm a whore. That I'm unfaithful to my husband. That I cheat on him whenever I can. You know, like no one else does, that I have no morals, that I will take any cock in my pussy or my ass or my mouth without thinking twice about it." Dan felt himself growing harder again. "You know it's not revenge. Fucking someone else on your honeymoon is not revenge. Fucking some college kid in his dorm room, my pregnant belly hanging down, is not revenge."

That last bit brought a gasp from Dan's mouth. "What!?! You were doing this shit when you were pregnant, too?"

She laughed, and rose from her relaxed position against Dan's body. "Of course, idiot," she responded, picking up the bottle of olive oil and screwing the cap back on it. "You didn't really think I could put a hold on this lifestyle for nine months, did you?" she said with a disbelieving shake of the head. "Not going to happen, hon. I stopped fucking around during the last month or two of the pregnancy, and then for a few months or so after. But that's it."

"Tell me," Dan pleaded. But Kelly was already taking the olive oil back to the kitchen, and he watched her firm (but not tight), shiny ass disappear around the corner.

"Another time. Time to go, Dan," she said over her shoulder. "I need to check my voicemail. You don't want Mike getting suspicious, do you?"



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Chapter 05 (The College Student and Pregnant Kelly)

A few Saturday's later, Dan was putting his breakfast dishes away and cleaning up his condo. As he cleaned, he opened the windows to get some fresh air circulating. It was great fall day, sunny with a slight breeze, still warm enough – though barely – for shorts and a t-shirt. Some friends were coming by in an hour or so to pick him up. They were going to watch the USC game at Jack Sullivan's in Lincoln Park.

As he returned to his condo from the recycling bin by the trash chute, his phone rang in two short bursts, indicating that it was the security system. Though he wasn't expecting anyone this early, he pressed the "talk" button on his phone. "Hello?"

"It's me," he heard clearly. He knew who it was and was surprised at her appearance. Without saying a word, he buzzed Kelly through the security doors. Giving her a minute or so to ascend in the elevator, Dan opened the door and waited for her to round the corner from the elevator bank. But his first sighting was not of Kelly.

Instead, he saw a slightly worn Bugaboo stroller round the corner, a toddler strapped into the seat. It was followed only a moment later by Kelly. 'What a fucking whore,' he thought. 'Takes the kid out for a walk, leaving her husband at home, and comes over here to spread her legs.'

"Well, what do we have here?" he inquired with false innocence.

"Evelyn and I were out for a walk and I thought I'd stop by and say hi," she responded as she brought the stroller to a stop at the threshold into Dan's condo. "Is that all right? Busy?"

"Of course, of course. Come on in," he offered, moving aside so Kelly and the stroller could enter. As Kelly passed him, she gave Dan a quick, chaste peck on the cheek, leaving a smear of pink lipstick on his cheek. Her lovely scent – Bulgari? – wafted on the air as she parked the stroller in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that offered a magnificent view of a park beneath and the city skyline beyond.

Closing the door, Dan moved to his couch as he marveled at Kelly's beauty. Here it was, a Saturday morning, and this woman was put together. Prada driving shoes on her dainty feet, khaki pedal-pushers below her trim waste, and a white, cotton oxford above, hugging her phenomenal tits. A simple platinum pendant hung from her neck; he seemed to recall seeing the bean-like shape at Tiffany a while back. Her make-up was lightly applied – she didn't really need to wear much – and her French-manicured nails looked as though they'd just been done. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail.

"In the neighborhood, huh?" Dan questioned, falling into the corner of the couch.

"Yeah, I just wanted Evelyn to get some fresh air."

"This isn't really your neighborhood. Quite a walk."

"I suppose," she responded, somewhat sheepishly, as she sat beside him.

"Well, I guess it's the exercise that keeps that hot body in shape, huh?"

"Plenty of it," she responded with a smirk, her left hand lightly rubbing his bare thigh. Dan shivered at her touch, the way her nails lightly scraped the skin of his leg. He could feel the warmth of her hand radiate throughout his body. But this was a little weird, even for him. Her daughter was not ten feet away.

"Uh, Kelly. Maybe you shouldn't do that. You might start something that you can't finish . . . not right now, anyway."

"Oh, I can finish," she purred, moving to lean her hard body against Dan. He felt her full tits press against his arm. Her hand traveled upward and snaked underneath the opening of his shorts; the fabric caught on her engagement ring, but that was not going to stop this slutty mom.

"Your daughter's right there, Kelly. We shouldn't do this. Not in front of her," he said without much conviction. Kelly's warm hand had found his thickening cock behind his boxers, and he felt her long nails scrape along his balls before her fingers encircled the shaft.

"We're not in front of her, Dan. The window is in front of her. We're behind her. We can fuck behind her back and she'll never know, just like we do behind Mike's back," she said, her hand stroking Dan's now-blood-engorged shaft. She managed to gather some pre-cum from the tip to serve as lubrication. "Besides," she continued, as she leaned up and nibbled Dan's earlobe, "I had plenty of cock in my cheating cunt when she was in the womb. No reason to avoid cock just because she's in the room." Kelly giggled at her rhyme, and Dan couldn't really fault the logic. Of course, his cognitive abilities were quickly slipping away, and vanished all together when Kelly's manicured hand found his zipper and, releasing it, fished his cock out of his shorts and into the cool air of the condo.

Dan realized they were picking up where they left off last time. He settled back further into the corner of the couch, on pins and needles as he waited for Kelly's story of pregnant infidelity to unfold. Kelly leaned down and spit a copious amount of saliva onto his shaft and began stroking it with her left hand. As her soft voice carried to his ears, Dan closed his eyes and settled in for the ride.

***

Kelly was seven months pregnant with Evelyn in the spring of 2002. She was definitely showing, her hard, sexy belly stretched out before her, her bellybutton now an outie. Thankfully, she carried her pregnancy largely in her stomach and breasts; her legs and ass were still trim, and one could not discern her pregnant state by looking at her face; she remained as beautiful as ever.

Nonetheless, the pregnancy took a lot out of her. She was often tired and fatigued, and even cranky at times, but when energy came, she took advantage, and would exercise, run errands, or just go for walks. On this May day, Kelly, full of energy, decided that she would go for a long walk. The weather was beautiful and spring was in the air, as they say. Earlier that day, she had seen Mike off to work and taken a shower.

Getting dressed, Kelly spied herself in the full length mirror that hung on the bathroom wall. Without being conceited, she knew she was a beautiful woman. Often, she dressed to please, not just Mike or herself, but anyone else who cared to view her body. This morning was no different. It was still a little cool, so she threw on a pair of comfortable cotton pants. After stuffing her massive tits – 34D normally, but now approaching an E-cup with the pregnancy – into her bra, she pulled a white, long-sleeve cotton t-shirt over her head. It fit snugly around her upper body, but it still fit; it was a pregnancy top she had found at Bellydance in Bucktown. It was made from material that stretched to accommodate her expanding belly and bra-line. Stretched across her giant tits, somewhat distorted due to their size, was the phrase, "We're Hungry."

She smoothed her light-pink-manicured fingers across the words, trying to straighten them, but failed. Looking in the mirror before heading out, Kelly thought she looked damn good for a woman who was almost ready to drop. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, she gathered one of her purses – a Gucci clutch – and her keys, and left the walk-up.

She walked down the street to the local Starbucks for a latte. Though her lattes were a daily ritual before her pregnancy, she couldn't drink coffee often during the pregnancy because of the caffeine. However, her obstetrician said that a little coffee here and there wouldn't hurt. As she walked the few blocks, she was not immune from noticing the heads she turned. The streets were full of people out enjoying the weather. She passed by other mothers with strollers, men on their way to work, college students on their way to class. All stared at her as she passed, the mothers because they knew what Kelly was about to go through and sympathized with her, the business men and college boys because her massive tits were stretching the fabric of her shirt, her nipples clearly visible.



After getting her latte and reading the New York Times at one of the sidewalk tables, she wasted the rest of the morning and early afternoon paying bills and running a few errands. Before going for her walk, she walked down to the corner Seven-Eleven to grab some milk for dinner. On her way back, she passed three young boys on their way to class at nearby DePaul University.



She looked at them as they approached, smiling sweetly as they passed. As they did so, one of the boys said, "Nice shirt." Without pausing or even turning around, Kelly thanked him for the compliment, smiling mischievously to herself as she continued on. She knew what the boy was referring to. "I'm hungry, too," she heard him laugh to his friends. 'I'll bet you are,' she thought wryly.



Kelly returned home with the milk, but quickly left for her walk. As she meandered through the streets of Lincoln Park and the DePaul neighborhood, her mind kept flashing back to the three college kids. She and Mike had made love last night, but the kid's comment about being hungry started her motor revving. Making love was nice, and that was what she did with Mike, but now she needed more. She didn't want tenderness or romance or any of that bullshit. Instead, as she continued to turn the kid's comment over and over in her mind, she worked herself into a frenzy that only nasty sex could calm. She felt her nipples thicken, and her pussy moisten.



With barely a conscious thought, Kelly turned the corner and her legs took her toward DePaul's Lincoln Park campus. She entered the campus from the south and made her way between some buildings and into the quad. She quickly found a bench and sat down, taking a rest, and figuring out how to go about quenching her thirst for fucking. As she sat there, she watched the students enjoy the afternoon, tossing Frisbees and lounging on the lawn. She noticed that the girls dressed differently now from when she was in school. She had noticed before, but never put much thought into it. Hip-huggers and belly shirts. 'Very provocative,' she thought. 'But they have nothing on me. Who would pass this up if given the opportunity?' Well, maybe a little conceited.



All the college boys stared at her as they walked by. She could feel the lust emanating from their gawking, and it only served to fuel her own desires. She felt her nipples harden again underneath the tight fitting top; her cunt warmed at her thoughts. But she felt like a chicken hawk, a grown woman in her mid-thirties, sitting in the middle of a college campus thinking about fucking these college boys. It didn't help matters that she was seven months pregnant, with a belly out to here. She didn't want to be too aggressive in this environment, and thus sat back against the bench, and waited to see what might come from the afternoon. She wouldn't have to wait long.



Chad was just getting out of class as the thoughts of fucking college boys filtered through Kelly's lust-addled brain. He was on his way back to his dorm room when he spotted the hot mommy-to-be sitting on one of the benches in the quad. There was no question it was the woman he had seen earlier with the tight t-shirt encasing her bulging tits.



Kelly didn't see him as he approached. She was daydreaming, lost in her desire to feel a young cock penetrate her pregnant cunt. Chad, standing a few feet to her blind side, startled her back to reality. "Still hungry?"



She turned to face him, her sweet smile lighting up his world. "Always," she said softly. After a pause, "Care to join me?"



"Sure." Taking a seat on the bench next to Kelly, he extended his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Chad."



"Kelly," she responded, offering her own. It was soft and warm, and Chad felt his loins stir at her touch.



"What brings you here this afternoon?"



Kelly almost rolled her eyes. 'Not much of a pick-up line, college boy,' she thought. "Just out for a stroll, that's all. And you?"



Chad pointed to his backpack. "I just got out of class, freshman biology. I'm going back to my dorm room to study a little." Kelly was surprised that Chad was a freshman. He looked a little older. Still like a college kid, no doubt, what with the cargo pants, retro t-shirt and Von Dutch trucker hat, but she had guessed he was a little older, maybe a junior or senior. Not eighteen. The realization that he was a teenager hit Kelly in the stomach (or was it the baby kicking her?), but in a good way. She hadn't fucked an energetic teenager in years. Sure, he was legal, no jailbait, but still a teenager. The thought of his young cock abusing her little married body sent shivers up her spine.



"Mmmm. I thought all the dorms were on campus." Kelly turned so that she was facing him more directly, and put her arm over the back of the park bench, causing her bloated breasts to thrust forward even more. Her thick nipples tented the fabric, causing even further distortion to the provocative words stretched across her swollen tits.



"They are. My dorm's right over there," he almost stuttered, indicating a large, red-brick building behind him. Chad could barely keep his eyes off Kelly's body. Her face was beautiful enough to look at, but her body was just too much to ignore. Try as he might to maintain contact with her bright blue eyes, his own kept straying to those massive tits and elongated nipples. 'God, I would love to fuck this chick,' he thought. 'Pregnant, too.' Chad's lengthening cock was now causing an uncomfortable tightness in his boxers, and he barely heard her next words.



"When I saw you earlier, I assumed you lived off campus."



"No, I was just at a friend's apartment before class, and we were walking back to campus." Kelly could almost read his mind. College boys were all the same, and it never changed. She knew she could be back in his dorm room within five minutes if she wanted to be. But did she want to be?



She leaned closer to him, her angelic face within a foot of his, her sparkling blue eyes glittering in the sunlight. "Wanna show me your dorm room, college boy?" she asked lustily.



"Mmm, sure, I guess," he answered nervously. "Not much to see, though."



Leaning a little closer, Kelly whispered. "Don't be so dense, Chad. I don't really care what your room looks like. We're not going there so I can get a tour, are we?" she asked rhetorically. When he didn't respond, she continued, "I want you to take my hand, the one with the rings on it, and lead me from this park bench. Walk me across the quad so everyone can see that Chad is taking a married pregnant lady back to his dorm room. When we get to your dorm room, you can spend a minute or two showing me all its architectural features, if you want." Her tone was condescending. "But after the tour, I want to you to fuck my little . . . cheating . . . cunt . . . and drop your young cum all . . . over . . . my . . . pretty . . . face. All right?"



As nervous as he was, Chad needed no further encouragement. He grabbed Kelly's left hand and felt the 3-carat diamond press into his palm. He pulled her from the bench and marched across the quad toward his dorm building. Kelly trailed slightly behind him, but there was no mistaking that she was a willing participant. There was too much bounce in her step – and, consequentially, too much bounce in her chest.



As they walked, several eyes were on them. A crude kid with dreadlocks and hippie clothes yelled out, "Nice work, Bingham." Kelly gathered that that was Chad's last name. He and Kelly entered the dorm building hand-in-hand, and waited for the elevator to arrive on the first floor. Two girls, obviously students, waited with them. 'What must they be thinking?' Kelly thought to herself. 'On second thought, what am I thinking? I'm about to let a college kid fuck me in his dorm room.' She shuddered with delight.



The ding of the elevator arriving cut short Kelly's self-examination. Instead, she, Chad and the two girls got in the elevator and waited as it ascended. The doors opened on the third floor and Chad grabbed her hand again and pulled her from the elevator, almost dragging her along in his haste. As she was exiting, Kelly looked over her shoulder at the two girls. "I'm about to let a college boy fuck my pregnant cunt," she almost giggled.



As she and Chad hustled wordlessly down the hall and the elevator doors swooshed shut, she heard one of the girls yell, "You're a slut!!!" Kelly shivered. 'Yes I am.'



Opening his door, Chad pulled Kelly in after him and shut it, making sure to lock it, too. He pushed her up against the door and leaned in to kiss her succulent lips. But Kelly turned her head and ducked under his arms, avoiding his kiss. "What about the tour, Chad?" she teased, walking to the center of the spacious room, looking around while turning on her heel.



"Well--" he barely got out, before Kelly interrupted him.



"Okay, I've seen enough," she said in a sing-song voice, moving toward the bed and sitting down on its edge. "So, where's your roommate, college boy?"



"Don't have one. I got lucky," he responded cautiously, still standing by the door, unsure of how to play Kelly's game.



"So, as I see it, we have no roommate to worry about, the door is locked, and you've given me the grand tour, such as it is. That about sum things up?" She was now leaning back on her hands, her enormous tits thrust up and out, the provocative words of her t-shirt not really concealing her thickening nipples.



"I think so," he said, moving towards her. He approached his bed and stood towering over Kelly, his feet planted between hers. She looked up at him and, pulling the rubber band from her ponytail, shook her hair out. He watched as her lip turned down in a pout. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" he almost whined.



With her left index finger, the diamond of her engagement ring sparkling in the sunlight that poured in through the dorm room's large window, she drew an imaginary line underneath the phrase "We're Hungry" that adorned her overdeveloped tits. Loosing the pout, she then growled, "Feed me, college boy."



When he made no move, Kelly's eyes remained on his questioningly. Still braced on her right hand, her left hand moved from her bulging tits and a light pink fingernail hooked behind his belt buckle, pulling it free. Still staring intently in his eyes, a lusty smile spreading across her lips, she popped the button on Chad's cargo shorts, and her long nails grasped the zipper and slowly pulled it down. "Don't you wanna feed me, Chad?" she asked, her finger hooking behind the zipper and pulling his shorts down so they puddled at his feet.

His boxers came next, and Kelly, still fully clothed, found herself staring at Chad's substantial cock. From his standing position, Chad looked down at this beautiful pregnant woman as her eyes widened in delight at her meal. When her left hand encircled the base of his shaft and tugged, the huge diamond shining in his eyes, his speechlessness continued. But his breath was taken away when Kelly leaned forward a bit and spit her thick saliva along the shaft.

Chad regained his breath as Kelly shucked away at the heated cock. "Oh my god," he breathed.

"You like?" she asked, smiling sweetly up at him from her seated position.

"Oh, fuck yes."

"What do you like about it?" she continued before depositing another string of spit along Chad's cock.

"I . . . uh . . . it's . . .," he managed to stutter incoherently.

"That's all right, college boy. I know," she cooed. "You like these big, fat tits, huh? My tight little ass? This protruding belly? Does the prospect of fucking a pregnant wife excite you, Chad?"

"Yyyeeesss," he let out with a groan.

He could take no more, and one of his hands reached out and grabbed the back of Kelly's head, pulling her face toward his crotch. Just before his cock parted her red lips, Kelly let out a groan. "Mmm, yes. Feed me," she muttered, wrapping her unfaithful lips around Chad's purple cockhead. She leaned forward further and wrapped her arms around Chad's ass, pulling his cock deeper into her wet mouth.




Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 05



Bobbing her head back and forth on it, she shivered as it struck the back of her throat. Saliva rolled from her lips and down her chin, before falling to her substantial chest, causing a certain amount of transparency in her white t-shirt. Her left hand released Chad's ass, and came back around and cupped his balls, sensuously rolling one then the other through her fingers. His breathing increased at the sensation, aided by the coolness of Kelly's engagement and wedding rings as they brushed against his skin.



When her fingers strayed behind his balls to his perineum, the long nails lightly tickling the sensitive patch of skin, she felt him grunt and jerk in her mouth, and was surprised when his hot cum burst from the tip of his cock and splashed around her mouth. She swallowed once, then twice, savoring the creaminess that slid down her throat, coating her esophagus. With her right hand, she squeezed the base of his cock to ensure that all his cum had been deposited in her mouth, and then licked the head and shaft clean.



"That was fast, Chad," she said disapprovingly, again looking up at him. "Hope you've got more food for this hungry mommy." She kept stroking his cock, staring at it intently, delighted that it remained stiff. "Mmmm, perfect. Ready for round two?"



"Mmm-hmm," he muttered. Kelly pushed him back a step or two, and stood so she was facing him. She grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, then pushed him back onto his bed, leaving him naked and prone.



Swaying her hips provocatively at him, she taunted: "What do you want to see first, huh? These fat, milk-engorged tits?" she asked, pushing her large globes together with her long fingers. "Or maybe this tight, little ass?" she teased, as she turned around and wiggled her cute little bottom at him.



Without giving him the chance to answer, she climbed on his prone body and pushed her tits in his face. "Mmmmm," she heard his muffled groan. Sitting back up, she peeled her t-shirt up over her bulging stomach and then over her gargantuan tits. "Jesus fucking Christ," he murmured as her E-cup bra came into view, her milk-filled breasts almost spilling from the overburdened cups. Kelly reached behind her to unlatch the bra and, as it came loose, fell forward, smothering Chad's face in her naked tits. She dragged one of them over his mouth.



"Suck, college boy," and she was rewarded with Chad's lips fastening on to her nipple. "Mmmm. So nice, Chad," she murmured. "Suck harder . . . mmmm . . . yes . . . more . . . teeth, Chad, teeth . . . ooohhh, ggaawwdd!" While Chad nipped and bit on her nipples, causing her to groan in unadorned lust, one of Kelly's hands was busy unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down to her feet. Kicking them off, her thong panties went next.



Kelly pulled a reddened nipple from his mouth and rose to her feet on his bed. Chad opened his eyes to find Kelly's cute feet straddling his hips. Looking further up, where her trim, tanned legs joined together, Chad groaned at the site of her hairless cunt, already leaking juice down the inside of her thighs. His eyes scanned up and over her sexy, pregnant belly; it bulged so much that, from his angle, Chad could barely make out Kelly's swollen tits. When his eyes met hers, she smiled, and began to squat down over his crotch. "Obviously, I fuck my husband." Her manicured hands sensuously massaging her stomach as she continued to lower her body. "Should I fuck you, too?" she whispered as Chad's cockhead nestled against her moist, bare lips.



"Oh god, yes," Chad moaned. "Fuck me, sit all the way down." Kelly did as he commanded, letting her legs give way, the entirety of Chad's cock piercing her cheating cunt. Her strong legs quickly pulled her cunt lips up along his shaft, pausing when she felt the head about to pop out. She again impaled herself on him. And again.



"You feel . . . so fucking good . . . in my cunt," she stuttered when she had the breath. "I love your cock . . . fucking me . . . stretching me . . . . I love . . . young dick," she spat. "College boy cock. . . . So fucking good . . . mmm . . . fucking good." Her left hand strayed from her bouncing belly and quickly found her swollen clit. Perspiration covered her tanned skin. As Kelly continued to bounce up and down on Chad's cock, her fingers violently rubbed her clit.



Chad saw her engagement ring sparkle in the sunlight, quickly becoming covered in her juices, and was reminded that this was a married woman – with child – that was riding him with her hairless pussy. If he hadn't already dropped his load in her mouth, the thought of violating this unfaithful whore would have made him cum already.



Instead, it was Kelly's turn to cum. The friction against her clit combined with the knowledge that she had a young cock buried deep in her adulterous cunt to bring on a wonderful orgasm. "Oh, god," she groaned. "I'm cumming . . . oh, fuck . . . shit . . . ." Chad felt her hot, sticky discharge swarm over his cock and then his balls, slathering his crotch. Her legs shook violently then collapsed, and Kelly fell forward onto Chad's body as the orgasm continued to rack her little body. "Oh, Jesus, that was fucking awesome," she whispered into Chad's ear as her orgasm subsided, her warm tongue flitting out to lick his earlobe.



She lifted her pelvis up and off his still hard cock, and rolled off him, presenting her ass for his inspection. "Like this," she said, looking back at him. "Fuck me like a dog, college boy." Chad got to his knees and knee-walked until his cock was at the entrance to Kelly's dripping cunt. It took little effort for Chad to push himself into her loose pussy. Once there, he grabbed her waist and started pulling her towards, then away, from him, over and over. Kelly buried her face in his pillow, and her humungous tits bulged from beneath her, big, fat balls of flesh upon which her body rolled.



"Harder, Chad . . . fuck me harder . . . yes, that's it . . ." she moaned through the pillow, as the young cock repeatedly slammed into her married hole. "Fucking incredible . . . mmm . . . so sweet." She brought her left hand from under her face to her ass, and her ring finger stretched out toward her asshole, rubbing along the wrinkled edge. "Spit on it." After Chad had dropped his saliva on her craggy star, Kelly's ring finger spread it around, readying her asshole, aided by the sweat that was collecting on her tanned skin. Sufficiently lubricated, Kelly slipped her ring finger into her butt as Chad maintained his steady rhythm in her cunt. Her invading finger soon matched that rhythm as she fingerfucked her own asshole.



Chad's lust went into overdrive as he watched this perverted display. His young mind had trouble comprehending how he got here. A married woman, very pregnant, was on her hands and knees in his dorm room with his cock buried in her sloppy, bald, cunt, and he had just watched her sink her ring finger so deep in her ass that her engagement ring pressed against the stretched-out anal ring. "What a fucking whore," he muttered under his breath.



"What?" she gasped, her thrusting maintained unabated. "What did you say?"



"Mmm, nothing. Your pussy feels so good," he tried to cover.



Kelly stopped her bucking, and whipped her head around to look at him over her shoulder. Her sweat-soaked hair stuck to her face, and a long, manicured finger rose to brush it away, revealing the fire in her blue eyes. "No, no. What did you say?" she demanded, lust still inscribed on her face.



"Nothing," he answered, also stopping his fuck movements. "What?"



"Did you call me a whore?" Nothing. "Answer me, college boy."



"Yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."



"Sure you did," she said, slamming her hips back against Chad. She resumed fucking his cock on her own ass. "Why did . . . you call me . . . a whore?" she managed to get out, again burying her face in the pillow.



"You're cheating . . . on your husband . . . that's why," Chad grunted. "You're in a college dorm room . . . fucking a stranger . . . with your husband's baby . . . in your belly."



"That's 'cause . . . I love young cock. . . . That makes me . . . a whore!"



"Oh, god, you are so fuckin' nasty," Chad moaned as he hammered his cock into Kelly harder now. "Such a fuckin' slut."



"Mmm-hmm," she shuddered. "Then treat me . . . that way. . . . Like a . . . fucking tramp. . . . Abuse me. . . . Degrade me. . . . I fucking love . . . this shit," Kelly moaned through gritted teeth. Sweat poured off her body and dampened his bed sheets. 'Was he up for the challenge?'



"How's this cock feel, slut? You like it stretching you, you filthy mommy?" Kelly shuddered at this. She could feel her cunt pulsating with excitement. "What a nasty fuckin' housewife. Such a loose cunt. Not from your husband, though, huh? How many cocks have been in this hole, whore? Betcha you lost count, you cheating slut," Chad taunted. Kelly's mind was spinning. She loved the verbal abuse, fed off it. "Nice outfit, by the way. What a fuckin' whore. 'We're Hungry'? You're like a walking billboard for sluts, with your big tits bouncing around. You should be ashamed of yourself, spreading you married legs and letting an eighteen-year-old kid fuck your unfaithful little hole. What would your husband think? What would he think, you nasty slut!?!" he almost screamed, spanking Kelly's right ass cheek as he watched in fascination as her engagement ring continued to bump against her stretched anal ring.



Kelly was feverish; her mind was shutting down. "So mad," the delirious housewife managed. "He'd be soooo fucking pissed." She could barely string two words together, so overcome with lust she was.



"No shit, cunt. You're on your hands and knees in a dorm room, with your clothes in a pile on the floor. Those fat melons are squeezed underneath you, bulging out from under your slutty body. Your ass is in the air, with a pretty little manicured finger buried ring-deep in it. There's a college kid behind you, fucking your bald cunt. Sweat is pouring off your body, and your hair is matted to your neck and back. You're begging for young cock and your loose cunt floods when I call you names," Chad continued. "You're a nasty . . . fucking . . . whore. To make it even worse, hanging below you is a pregnant belly. You're fucking a stranger with your husband's baby in your belly!"

Kelly grunted and turned her head to eyeball him again. With a sparkle in her eye, she hissed, "How do you know the kid's my husband's, college boy?"



Chad's cock lodged deep in the well-used married hole, and froze there. His body went stiff, and Kelly heard a sharp intake of breath. "Oh, fuck, you nasty cunt," he bellowed as the cum boiling in his balls released and coursed up his shaft before splashing the inner walls of Kelly's cunt.



"That's right, college boy," she grunted as she felt Chad's cock twitch in her sloppy, nasty hole. "Could be the cable guy's . . . or my tennis instructor . . . your fraternity brother . . . or maybe some big fucking nigger that stretched me out. . . . Yes, Chad, keep cumming. . . . Mmmm, your cum is so fucking hot. . . . I'll know in a few months," she breathed. "But there's been . . . so much cock . . . in my cheating hole."



"Uuuuggghhhh," Chad grunted before his body went slack. His cock having completely discharged his sperm, he fell forward across Kelly's perspiration-covered back. "Fucking incredible."



"Pretty good, college boy," Kelly complimented, climbing out from under him.



"Thanks, whore."



"Don't call me a whore," Kelly warned as she slipped her thong over her thighs. She grabbed a towel that was lying across his couch and wiped the sweat from her body before cleaning their combined fluids from between her legs. "When there's a cock buried in me, its owner can call me whore, slut, tramp, whatever." She pulled her pants and shoes on, and stood facing Chad, who was now laying on his back, his cock lolling against his thigh. Her hands were on her hips, and her enormous tits stood proudly on her small torso, almost resting on the topside of her pregnant belly.

"Right now, there's no cock buried in me, and I don't think that thing is going to be any good for a few hours," she continued, nodding her head at Chad's soft cock. Kelly stuffed her ballooning tits back in her bra, and pulled her t-shirt over her head, adjusting it so the "We're Hungry" was legible (or as legible as it was ever going to be). Her light pink nails tweaking her nipples through the fabric, Kelly said through hooded eyes, "Thanks for feeding me, college boy," and turned and walked out the door.



***

Dan's cock head was bright purple. His shaft was gripped tightly in Kelly's fist. Sunlight glinted off the diamonds mounted on the engagement ring and wedding bands. He could smell the alcohol from the nail polish that her manicurist had applied that morning. Her fist continued to shuck up and down the overheated cock. Occasionally, her warm, wet tongue would snake out and lick up his pre-cum; other times, she let it drip down his shaft and mix with her saliva.

". . . cable guy's . . . or my tennis instructor . . . your fraternity brother . . . or maybe some big fucking nigger that stretched me out. . . . Yes, Chad, keep cumming. . . . Mmmm, your cum is so fucking hot. . . . I'll know in a few months. . . . But there's been . . . so much cock . . . in my cheating hole," went her story.



His eyes focused on Kelly's rings sliding up and down his cock, his ears on her filthy mouth, Dan's body went rigid. Her tightly-gripped hand jammed down to the base of his cock, and squeezed hard. The cock, held upright by the cheating slut's fist, spit its first string of cum straight into the air. Some landed back on his stomach; some strung across her face and forehead and into her hair.



His hand, already holding her ponytail, pulled her face onto his spurting cock. "Suck it, Kelly. Eat my cum," he breathed. Kelly's pink-smeared lips gladly closed over the cum-shooting shaft, savoring the slippery substance as it coated her teeth and tongue and throat. Dan humped his cock into her mouth three or four times, and Kelly dutifully swallowed all the cum that was emptied into her oral cavity.



When Dan's body came to rest and his breath began its retreat to normalcy, he pulled Kelly off his cock by her ponytail. "Still hungry, slut?" he laughed.



"Mmmm," she purred, licking her lips. Dan could see traces of his cum on her tongue and lips. "Good now. Good sperm."



"You are such a fucking slut, Kelly."



Kelly closed her eyes and reveled in the debasement. "You gonna fuck me now?"



Dan looked at his watch. "No time. My friends will be here soon." She sent a pouty lip his way. "Want me to rub your clit instead? Get you off that way?" he asked, as he put his cock back in his pants. Kelly turned around and sat in the V formed by Dan's spread legs. She leaned back into him, and he put his arms around her, nibbling her earlobe, sending hot breath into her ear.



Dan pulled the button and then zipper of her pants open, and easily slid his left hand into her thong, quickly finding her wet slit. "Jesus, Kelly, you haven't been touched, and you're already sloppy wet."



"That's 'cause I'm fucking horny and need cock," she moaned as two of Dan's fingers crossed her clit and came back to massage it. "That's why I came here in the first place, and now it turns out I'm not even gonna get fucked." Dan's fingers increased their pressure and speed as they slicked over her swollen clit, occasionally dipping lower to penetrate her pussy lips, releasing a torrent of cunt juice. "But this'll work for now," she gasped.



Dan's right hand wandered up her firm body and found the top button of her shirt. He pulled sharply on the placket, and the button popped through. Moving to the second, he was not so lucky; the button didn't pop through, but popped off and landed somewhere on the hardwood floor, skittering across it and coming to rest under a side chair. The third and fourth buttons were more cooperative, and Dan pulled the halves of her shirt apart.

With Kelly's help, he undid the front clasp of the large bra that housed her 34D tits. He squeezed each tit in turn, massaging the flesh, before taking her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As the fingers of his left hand danced across her inflamed clit, the fingers of the right pinched, pulled and twisted her thick, inch-long nipple. The combined sensations caused her to squirm between Dan's legs and roll her head from side to side. Sounds emanated from her throat, but Dan could not make out the words.



"Gonna cum, you little whore? Gonna cum on my fingers?" he taunted.



"Ooohhh, yyeess. Rub my clit . . . please, go faster . . . mmmmm, yyeess . . . more," she whimpered, her body twisting and turning and squirming against his. Dan could feel the heat pouring off the distended nipple that he gripped tightly in his right hand. He twisted the nipple some, and then pulled it away from her body, stretching it. Kelly cooed in his arms, her breathing increasing and her body starting to jerk.



The phone behind him rang to two quick bursts to indicate that someone was downstairs. Though Dan's left hand maintained its effort at Kelly's bald slit, his right released her throbbing nipple, pulsing red as blood rushed back into it. Her body, on the verge of orgasm, slumped back against his in disappointment as he answered the phone. "Hello?"



"Hey, it's us. Should we come up, or you gonna come down?"



"Come up. I'll buzz you. The door's open." He hit the star key, which buzzed his friends in, and hung up the phone. His right hand returned to Kelly's engorged nipple and resumed its exploitation. "You got about two minutes, slut. Want me to stop?"



"Noooo," the deceitful, adulterous slut whined, jamming her pelvis against Dan's invading fingers. "Faster," she breathed. "Faster . . . yes, more . . . mmmm . . . more on the nipple . . . twist it . . . harder . . . harder! . . . Yes, yes, yes . . . now the other way . . . abuse it. . . . Uuuugggghhhhh," she let out in a rush of air, her orgasm upon her. Her body jerked, her pubic bone crashing against Dan's flying fingers. "Cumming . . . ooohhh, fuck! . . . Oooohhhhh, yyeeessss."



Dan kept his arms wrapped tightly around Kelly as she jerked and shuddered and trembled through her orgasm, the fingers of one hand on her clit and the other tweaking her swollen nipple. In the background, he heard the elevator door ding down the hall. Kelly was still quaking in his arms, murmuring under her breath. A knock at the door quickly brought her back to the reality of the situation.



"Come in," Dan yelled.



"Asshole," Kelly whispered, pulling the sides of her shirt together to cover her bulky tits. The door swung open, and Ryan moved to come in but stopped short. Marc, following behind him, ran into his friend. Both saw the stroller resting in front of the window, and then Kelly still wrapped in their friend's arms, but struggling to get up as she wrapped her top over her tits.



"Uuhh, sorry," Marc said. "You told us to come up." 'What the fuck,' he thought. 'Who was this little slut?' Marc hadn't met this one yet, but she was fucking beautiful. A little younger than Dan usually likes them, but she has the huge tits and . . . yes, it looks like she's married.



"No problem," Dan said, pulling his hand from between Kelly's legs. "She was just getting ready to leave." Kelly stood, keeping her legs apart to prevent her pants from falling down. "Ryan, Marc, this is Kelly. Kelly, Ryan and Marc."



Kelly took each of their hands as they were offered, keeping one on the front of her white blouse. "Pleased to meet you. Excuse me for a minute." She shot Dan a dirty look and headed toward Dan's bedroom.




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In her wake, she heard one of the newcomers. "Who's the hottie?" Kelly wiggled her tight ass a little more on hearing this.



"Some slut I met a while back." she heard as she closed the door, causing her to shiver with humiliation. She heard the rest of the conversation through the vents.



"Was that a wedding ring on her finger?"

Kelly stared at her engagement ring and wedding bands as she stuffed her lovely 34Ds back in her bra and buttoned her shirt, noticing for the first time the missing button. 'God, I am such a fucking slut. How many times is this going to happen?' she chastised herself.



"Mmm-hmm. That's her daughter in the stroller." Kelly groaned. 'I can't believe I did this. Coming over here while Mike's at home is one thing, but dragging my daughter along? What a wicked, depraved cunt I am,' she said to her mirror image.



"What the fuck? What kind of lady brings her kid with her when she's cheating on her husband?" Marc asked rhetorically.

Kelly buttoned her pants after tucking her shirt into it, and checked her appearance once more in the mirror. 'Just like when I left, the perfect little Lincoln Park mommy. I wonder what Mike would do if he found out that I'm not so perfect. Would he divorce me?'



"The nasty kind," she heard Dan reply. "You have never in your life fucked a woman like this. Slammin' body, the dirtiest mind ever, filthy mouth, absolute no morals."

Kelly's manicured nails found her nipples as she listened to the conversation through the vents. 'No morals at all, is right. I guess I really don't care what Mike would do. It won't change anything. I'm a fucking whore and nothing will ever change that. Cock, cock, cock,' she thought, twisting her nipples through the clothing, her long nails causing her to wince slightly in pain.

"We could probably get her back here later for a tag team, if you wanted," she heard Dan laugh. Kelly shuddered as the left the bedroom.



Kelly reappeared, having re-hooked her bra, buttoned her shirt, and fastened her pants. She didn't fail to notice Marc's smirk when he saw the empty button hole. "Sorry," she said. "I just had to clean up. Dan, I've got to get going, but it was good to catch up." Ryan and Marc eyed her up and down, lingering at Kelly's erect nipples tenting her shirt.



"You, too, Kelly."



Turning to Marc and Ryan, she offered her hand, and they all exchanged pleasantries. "Uh, Kelly," Ryan said, and ran his finger by his right ear. "You, uh, you have something . . ."



Kelly mirrored his actions, and to her horror felt a string of sperm laying in her hair and falling by her ear. 'How did I miss that in the mirror? Too busy looking at my body, I guess,' she thought. She wiped the sperm from her hair and skin with her ring finger. Kelly brought her hand to her mouth and allowed her wet, pink tongue to dart out and lick Dan's sperm from her finger, staring directly into Ryan's eyes. "Maybe next time, you guys can take Dan's suggestion and double penetrate me and fuck the life out of my married holes," she said to Ryan and Marc, her lower lips sticking out in a pout. "Dan wouldn't even fuck me today. He rubbed my clit until it burned, and nearly twisted my nipples off, but no cock." Ryan and Marc's eyes nearly popped from their sockets.



"Next time, Kelly," Dan laughed. "Next time. Now, get out of here. I'm sure your husband is wondering what your stretched-out cunt is up to."

On her way out the door, pushing the Bugaboo stroller in front of her, Kelly stopped and turned back toward Dan, Ryan and Marc. "Oh, it might be a few weeks before I see you again. I have a lot planned this week and next, and then the company is sending me down to Miami to recruit from a few colleges. I'll call you when I get back."

"Fucking whore," she heard from one of Dan's friends as she shut the door and pushed Evelyn down the hall. 'How humiliating,' she groaned inwardly, even as she felt her thick nipples throb.



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Chapter 06 (The Miami Recruiting Trip)

Two weeks later, as he was putting his dinner dishes in the dishwasher, Dan's phone rang. Looking at the Caller ID readout, he saw that Kelly was calling him from the MacGuire residence. He was a little surprised, insofar as Kelly had told him on her way out last time that she would be down in Miami this week on a recruiting trip. Knowing who was on the other end of the line, he answered the phone, "Hey, Kelly."

"Hi. Wanna come over? Mike's out of town again, and Evelyn's in bed already."

"Sure. You know I can't pass up any offers from you. But I thought you were in Miami this week on a recruiting trip."

"I was, but not all week. I just got back today, and as soon as I walked in the door, Mike left for O'Hare, so now I'm here all alone. Uh, I'm feeling pretty horny. Something happened to me in Miami that I want to tell you about; I'm sure you'll want to hear it." Dan could hear the smile behind her voice, and it excited him.

"Be right over," Dan said abruptly, hanging up the phone, abandoning the rest of the dishes, and pulling on a coat. He quickly caught a cab, and was ringing the bell of the MacGuire home within fifteen minutes of leaving his apartment.

When Kelly answered the door, Dan's cock went rigid immediately. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her lips were a deep red, matching her fingernail polish. She wore three-inch, black patent leather heels that brought her closer to his height and accentuated the muscles in her calves and thighs. Dan could observe this accentuation due to the bright red leather mini-skirt that stopped no more than two or three inches below the bottom of her beautifully formed ass. 

But what really got Dan's attention was Kelly's white, ribbed, cotton tank top, with a one-inch cut at the neckline, exposing a modest (somehow) amount of Kelly's considerable cleavage. It stopped above her belly button, exposing much of her flat, sexy tanned stomach. Her 34D monsters were prominently displayed underneath, the nipples obvious in their excitement. So tight was the top that her jutting tits distorted the printing on the front of it. Dan was barely able to read what it said: "Cheater." Hanging off the top of the "t" was an image of a glittering diamond ring.

"Well, aren't you going to come in?" Kelly said, and Dan could see the lusty smile in her eyes.

"Uuhh, yeah. Sorry. You look incredible," Dan managed to mutter.

"Well, I feel slutty."

"Nothing wrong with that. You are a slut," Dan responded as he walked into the MacGuire's foyer, knowing that the degradation would excite her. He pinched one of her engorged nipples as he brushed by her.

"No, I know. That's the image I wanted. Meet me in Mike's office. I'll be there in a minute." With that Kelly sauntered off to the rear of the walk-up, toward the kitchen, totally at home atop her three-inch heels. Dan watched her tight ass sway back and forth as she walked away, before he retreated to Kelly's husband's office and got comfortable on the leather club couch. "Comfortable," of course, meant "naked." So, when Kelly entered the office a few minutes later, glass of wine in hand, she found Dan reclined into the corner of the couch, his eight-inch cock semi-hard.

"Mmmm. Is that for me?"

"All you want." Kelly quickly abandoned her wine glass, setting it on Mike's desk on top of some of the bills he forgot to pay before leaving town. Returning to the couch, she kneeled in front of Dan's naked body and started gently stroking his cock with her left hand, making sure to wrap her hand around it in such a way that her engagement ring and wedding bands were fully visible from Dan's perspective. After making sure it was fully erect, she bent and took the tip of his cock between her lips, and sucked it in past her teeth, lightly nibbling on the cock head as she went.

Keeping her left hand at the base of Dan's cock, the diamond glittering in the light cast from the Tiffany lamp on the desk, she began licking up and down the sides of the shaft, her wet, pink tongue leaving it glistening – almost dripping – in her saliva. She then moved back to the tip and took the whole length of it in her mouth and down her throat, luxuriating in the feeling of having her esophagus filled. Then, popping the cock from the warmth of her mouth, she said, "So, you wanna hear what happened in Miami?" and again encased Dan's cock in her mouth. Not waiting for a response, she began her story between licks and sucks.

***

After three days of recruiting at the University of Miami, Kelly was worn out. However, she loved Miami, especially South Beach and the Cuban neighborhood around Calle Ocho, for its energy and excitement. So rather than hunker down in her hotel room at the Delano for the last night of her trip, eating room service for dinner (no matter how good room service is at the Delano, it is still room service), she decided to take a cab down to Calle Ocho for good Cuban food. Kelly also had the fleeting thought of finding a strange cock to wash away the stress of the trip.

So, she jumped in the shower and did her make-up, a little heavier than usual. For clothes, she chose a conservative but still stylish black silk skirt and a white, loose fitting, sleeveless silk blouse; the buttons strained a little at trying to encapsulate her enormous tits. On her feet she wore the three-inch, open toed heels that she would later wear for Dan when she returned to Chicago. Clasping a platinum heart-shaped pendent around her neck and donning her engagement ring and wedding bands, Kelly was ready to go, and took the elevator down to the lobby to catch a cab to Calle Ocho.

The cab ride was thankfully short, and she arrived in the Cuban neighborhood with no real plan on where to eat. She walked a few blocks down Calle Ocho, ignoring (but privately reveling in) the cat calls she generated from the Cuban men on the street and hanging out in the storefronts. She was content to keep walking, and almost missed a restaurant with an open front that allowed the sounds of a live Cuban band to escape into the street. The restaurant was crowded but not full, and Kelly figured it must have a good menu to go along with the good music, so she went in and was immediately seated at table near the still-empty dance floor.

She ordered her dinner and a glass of wine, and had a second glass while waiting for her dinner to arrive. Her ropas viejas smelled fantastic, and Kelly eagerly downed it, along with another glass of Chardonnay. Finishing her meal, she ordered a fourth glass when her waiter, a young, well-muscled Cuban kid, came to clear her plate, and watched the people that had collected on the dance floor move the sound of the Cuban band. When she finished her wine, she asked for the check and while she was waiting for her waiter to bring it, she decided to stay and dance for a few songs.

After she signed off on her tab, Kelly got up from her table and moved to the dance floor and started to dance. At first, she was dancing by herself, but with time, various men, women and couples would join her for a few minutes. There was nothing sexual in it, just Hispanic nature to dance with those that are around you. But Kelly wanted it to be sexual. The wine, the relief from her stress, and the sounds coming from the Cuban band combined to make Kelly want to go wild. To let go of herself and have fun. To fuck. Anyone.

So, when Eduardo, who liked like he had just graduated high school, began dancing with her, she didn't want him to leave like the others had. Her movements became more suggestive and reckless, and Eduardo took the hint. He moved closer and started touching various parts of Kelly's luscious body, first her arms and then her hips and the small of her back. As the dance floor got more crowded, Eduardo became more daring, lowering his hand from her lower back to her ass. Meeting no resistance, Eduardo let his hand linger, and then squeezed a little.

Still meeting no resistance, he spun Kelly around, quite gracefully, so that she was in front of him but facing away, and they moved together like this. Kelly was getting awfully hot, not just sweaty-hot, but fuck-me-hot. She could feel young Eduardo's stiff cock pressing against her silk-skirt covered ass, and his arm wrapped across the front of her body, inching up and bumping into the bottom sides of her lovely tits, making them bounce slightly. She hadn't even talked to this boy yet, knew nothing about him, not even his name, but she did know that his young cock would be piercing her bald cunt within thirty minutes.

To make this happen, she turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Take me home and fuck me."

"What? I not hear you because of music," Eduardo responded in stilted English.

Kelly couldn't hear Eduardo either, so she turned around to face him, but still kept dancing to the music. She draped her lovely arms over his shoulders and leaned into him, pressing her firm tits against his chest; he could feel her nipples pressing against the top of his stomach. Talking directly into his ear, Kelly said, almost in a shout, "I said, take me back to your place and treat me like a whore," nipping at his ear as she finished her sentence. Eduardo needed no second invitation, and grabbed Kelly's hand and led her out of the restaurant and into the street.

They hurried down Calle Ocho a few blocks, hand-in-hand, like two lovers anxious to get home and screw each other senseless. Which, of course, they were. But in holding Kelly's hand, Eduardo felt her engagement ring pressing against his palm. Holding up her left hand as they continued down the street, he asked, "Do you have husband?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter," she responded in an impatient tone. "I wanted to get fucked tonight, and you're the lucky man. Now, how far to your house?"

"We turn right here, and it is just around corner." Sure enough, Kelly and her young Cuban stud-for-the-night arrived at his rundown bungalow just a few moments later. Barely in the door, Kelly unbuttoned her blouse as she walked toward the ratty couch pushed up against a dirty wall. By the time she reached the couch, her blouse was lying behind her on the filthy shag carpeting and her bra was floating to the linoleum floor of the kitchen just off the living area.

Eduardo was right on her heels, and his already thickening cock flooded with blood as he saw, from behind, Kelly's enormous tits bulge out from the sides of her body. "What a fuckin' slut," he thought to himself. Before she could turn around and draw him to her excited little body, Eduardo grabbed her from behind and pushed her over the arm of the couch. He bunched her skirt around her waist, and pulled her silk panties down while at the same time unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock.

Kelly was somewhat taken aback by Eduardo's actions, but offered no resistance, instead welcoming the roughness of this encounter. She found herself aching for the sensation of a hot cock splitting her pussy lips, and groaned in delight when Eduardo did just that, bracing herself with her hands out in front of her on one of the cushions of the couch. She felt the head of Eduardo's cock butt up against her labia and slide off to the side due to her moisture, missing its intended target. But Eduardo did not miss again, and sank what felt to Kelly like three or four inches of his cock into her in one try. "Yyyeeesss," Kelly moaned, looking back over her shoulder into the eyes of her young one-night-stand. "Gawd, that feels so fucking good."

Encouraged, and aided by Kelly's slutty wet pussy, Eduardo shoved the rest of his cock in her, not caring whether it hurt or not. Of course, it didn't; Kelly's pussy had seen enough cock that it was able to accommodate almost any cock – or other object of normal size – with little effort. Eduardo started pounding into her, ramming his hips up against her ass, causing short, tight ripples to undulate up her ass cheeks. "Is this what you wanted, bitch? To get fucked like a dog, like an animal?"

"Fuck yes," she groaned, letting her arms give way and burying her face in the smelly cushion. "I love this shit."

"Good, puta, you can get a lot more if you want it." Eduardo felt Kelly shudder and shake, and continued his rough treatment of the cheating slut. He grabbed her by the hips and started pulling her pelvis back and forth, on and off his cock. All the while, Kelly was moaning, rolling her head from side to side in the years-old couch.

"Keep going, asshole," she managed to get out. "This is what I want, to be treated like this, like a whore, degraded." As she continued jamming her hips back on the young cock that was dominating her, she felt Eduardo's hands spreading her ass cheeks apart, and one of his fingers searching around her crinkled star. The sweat collecting on Kelly's body, including her lower back and asshole, allowed the finger to violate the asshole, and Kelly moaned and groaned as the finger searched around the tight but elastic interior of her bowels.

Lifting her head off the couch, she again turned to her dominator, and whispered in low, hoarse voice, her teeth almost bared in her primeval lust, "You wanna fuck my ass? Is that what you want?"

"Fuck yeah, puta." Again, he felt Kelly shake with this degradation, and he knew she liked it. "You like being called a whore, slut, filthy pig?"

"Yyyeeesss. It makes me cum just to hear it."

"I'll fuck your filthy ass, but a little later. Now, I need to cum. Turn around, whore."

In spite of being turned on by her degradation, Kelly protested. "No, not yet. I haven't cum yet. Plleeeasssee let me cum." Despite her begging, Eduardo pulled his cock from her dripping cunt and his finger from her asshole, and pushed her over so she was on her back. He scrambled up the couch and straddled her chest, laying his cock between her remarkably firm tits and pushing them together. Kelly gave in to the inevitable as Eduardo began stroking his cock back and forth between her tits, holding them together with his hands to create a tight, warm cavern of titflesh. She relieved him of this burden, however, using her own hands to push her tits together, making sure to trap her nipples between her fingers to give her some stimulation.

"Fuck my tits, asshole. Fuck 'em, and cum on me so I can get mine." Not having cum yet, Kelly was still incredibly turned on, and got even more so to see her young lover's cock sliding between her sweaty tits, gliding smoothly under her engagement ring and wedding bands. As Eduardo's cock approached her mouth for the ninth or tenth time, marvelous in its purple hue and shiny complexion, Kelly knew he was about to blow his load all over her pretty face. She bent her head forward and engulfed the cock between her red lips and squeezing her tits tighter around the pulsing shaft.

Sure enough, Eduardo's cum shot from the tip of his cock into Kelly's mouth and down her throat. He pulled back, and a further shot created a line of sperm stretching from her chin to her eyebrow. Eduardo's final shots landed between Kelly's monster tits and liberally coated her inch-long nipples, before finally dripping down and collecting in the hollow of her neck.

Feeling Eduardo climb off her, Kelly begged, "Now me. Now me, please. Make me cum."

"Not yet, puta. Where are you staying?"

"What!?! You're not going to fuck me; you're not going to let me cum!?!" She was almost hysterical.

"You'll cum, bitch. Take it easy. All you American sluts are the same. Tell me where you are staying, and my roommate and I will come over in thirty minutes. Then, you can come all you want."

Never one to run away from getting double-teamed, and realizing that this asshole was not going to make her cum right now, Kelly told him to come the Delano.

"Fine, whore," Eduardo said, getting dressed. "We will come there in one half hour." With that, Eduardo disappeared into what Kelly assumed was his bedroom. She went into the kitchen and found a dirty dishrag, and wiped the cum from her face, neck and tits. On her way back to the living room, she grabbed her bra and then got dressed, walked out and back to Calle Ocho, and caught a cab back to the sanctuary of the Delano.

Kelly must have been quite a sight for the concierge when she returned to the Delano. Her dirty blonde locks were disheveled and some were matted to her forehead and face. The heavy patina of sweat that had resulted from the quick but vigorous fucking caused the silk Marc Jacobs blouse to stick to her voluptuous body. But Kelly paid him no mind, and breezed through the lobby and took the elevator to her room.

Quickly stripping her clothes from her body and leaving them piled on the foot of the bed, she jumped in the shower to rinse the young Cuban's sperm from her body. Turning the shower off and drying her body, she viewed herself in the bathroom's large mirror. "What a fucking slut," she said to herself. She knew she had a body that any man or boy would lust after, taking in first her 34D tits with their perpetually thick nipples, then her taut stomach and finally her cleanly waxed cunt. Many men had taken pleasure in these attributes over the years, and Kelly felt no remorse for her behavior, no shame in trashing her wedding vows, in defying the trust and loyalty that Mike had placed in her.

And what was going to happen tonight, she wondered? Here she was, alone in Miami, having already picked up a young Cuban man and fucked him silly. Soon, he and a friend would be joining her in her Delano hotel room and, for the first time in quite a while, Kelly would feel cock in two of her holes at the same time. Closing her eyes, she felt her cunt moisten at the thought. She savored the memory of the last time she was double penetrated, one cock slipping in and out of her loosened hole, the other screwing back and forth in her ass, four hands grabbing at her ass cheeks or tits, two sets of lips covering the real estate of her body. The sensations were almost overwhelming when the man on top of her pulled his cock from her ass . . .

On knock on her hotel door pulled Kelly from her reverie. Wrapping the towel around her, she opened the door, sure to keep her body behind it and presenting only her pretty, angelic face. "Hi, can I help you?" she said in her sweet, innocent voice, seeing the concierge that was on duty when she waltzed through the Delano lobby a little while ago.

"Yes, Ms. MacGuire. The gentlemen that are to meet you asked that I deliver this box to you," he said, offering a relatively small, flimsy, white cardboard box. "They have asked that you meet them in the lounge when you are ready. Given that they are guests of yours, Ms. MacGuire, I have taken the liberty of seating them at a table in the lounge."

"Thank you, Martin," Kelly responded, glancing at his name plate and taking the package from him. "Please tell them I will be down shortly."

"Of course. Thank you, Ms. MacGuire." Closing the door, Kelly walked toward the bed and opened the box, finding inside a cheap, almost plastic-looking mini-skirt in fire-engine red. 'What the fuck is this,' she thought. Pulling the mini-skirt out, she found underneath it a cheap cotton top, and pulled it out, too. Actually, it was a tank top. She turned it around to see its front, and her mouth gaped at what was printed there.

"'Cheater,'" she said out loud. "Jesus Christ. What am I supposed to do with this shit?" Looking in the box, she saw a hastily-scrawled note, and bent to pick it up, reading it to herself: 'Put these on and mete us in bar,' it said. 'Great command of the language,' she thought wryly, looking back to the cheap mini-skirt and skimpy tank. Hanging from the "t" in "Cheaters" on the front of the tank top, Kelly saw a gold ring with a diamond on top of it, glittering in a presumed light. 'What a cheap looking ring. Gold is so passé, and brilliant cuts so pedestrian,' she thought.




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Laying the clothes on her bed, Kelly went to pull a silk thong from her luggage before getting dressed in this slutty little outfit. But on second thought, Kelly decided to go without – the thong, that is. Obviously, this young Cuban – whose name she still did not know – intended to embarrass her by forcing her to walk through the Delano in this whore's uniform. Little did he know that Kelly was game for this sort of belittlement – or, as she called it, entertainment. She decided to take it little further, though, and put the thong back in her luggage; she would go braless, as well. She put the tank and skirt on, and slipped on her open-toed heels, wearing no other items of clothing.

She opened the closet, and found a full-length mirror mounted to the inside of the door. Stepping back about ten feet, she walked toward the mirror, wanting to see the image that her fuck-buddies would she as she approached them. She saw her trim and sexy hips sway from side to side. Her massive tits bounced provocatively up and down, uninhibited by the bra that usually contained them; a little titflesh bulged through the arm holes of the top. Satisfied that her image would excite, as she intended, she grabbed her room card and took the elevator down to the lobby.

When she stepped from the elevator, she felt quite self-conscious, knowing that all eyes would be on her overly exposed body. The men in the lobby would stare in lust, the women in envy and hatred. 'Look at that slut,' the women would say. 'Who does she think she is strutting around, dressed like that? Her husband must be so ashamed. If he only knew what a whore he married.' These thoughts caused Kelly's nipples to harden, aided by the cool air of the lobby, as she strutted across the lobby to the lounge, her breath shortened in anticipation of what was to come.

The concierge, seeing Kelly emerge from the elevator, followed her across the lobby, and caught up with her just as she entered the lounge and paused to look for her soon-to-be fuck-mates. "This way, Ms. MacGuire," he said, his hand in the small of her back, guiding her toward Eduardo and his roommate.

"Thank you, Martin. And its Mrs. MacGuire," Kelly said, placing special emphasis on the Mrs.

"Of course, Mrs. MacGuire. And it's pronounced 'Mar-teen,' should you need any further assistance," he said, before peeling away and allowing his unfaithful wife-guest to continue the rest of the way on her own. 'Another slutty housewife,' Martin thought, shaking his head, as he returned to his station in the lobby.

As Kelly approached the low table holding Eduardo and his roommate, she could see the lustful sneers on their faces. Without being asked, she sat and ordered a Ketel and tonic from the waiter who had quickly materialized from nowhere.

"Good evening, gentlemen," she said in an upright manner.

"Gentlemen?" laughed Eduardo. "Miss, we are no gentlemen, as you will soon find out."

"How soon?" Kelly asked, the desperation that suddenly saturated her voice obvious to Eduardo and his friend.

"As soon as we finish these drinks," he responded, taking a long pull from what looked like a Long Island Iced Tea. "How do you feel in that little outfit?"

After a pause, during which Kelly gauged how she should respond to these filthy immigrants, she said, matter-of-factly, "Like a whore. Just how I want to feel. I want to feel like a nasty, cheating slut who is here for the pleasure of your cock. And your friend's cock, too. I want to feel your cum all over my body."

"Well, that is what you will get, slut." When Kelly closed her eyes and moaned slightly at the degradation, Eduardo turned to his friend and said, "Do you see this, Miguel? This puta loves being called names, like slut and whore. Don't you?

"Absolutely," Kelly murmured, sinking back into the stylish barrel chair, her legs parting a little.

"No shit, she better. Look at her. Did you see her tits bounce when she walked in here? No bra. I bet she's not wearing panties, either," said Miguel.

"How 'bout it, slut. Got any panties on under that cute little skirt?" Eduardo taunted.

Rather than answering verbally, Kelly let her beautiful hands slide down the cheap mini-skirt, the red-manicured fingers gripping its hem and pulling it up toward her waist. Miguel noticed for the first time the huge diamond on Kelly's left ring finger, and commented, "A married slut, huh?" Kelly shuddered, and continued the skirt's journey up her thighs.

Kelly knew the skirt was high enough when Miguel let out a low groan. "Madre de dios," he muttered. "Forget the drinks, Eduardo. Let's get this puta upstairs," he said, motioning for the check for their drinks.

The waiter approached from behind Kelly, and therefore did not get the advantage of her body. "I'm sorry, sir, but I haven't brought the lady's drink yet. Should I cancel it?"

"Yeah, and put this on her room. What room are you in?"

"Eight-twelve," Kelly managed to get out over the lump in her throat. "Just put this on my room." Not waiting for the tab to come back, Eduardo and Miguel rose from their seats and beckoned Kelly to follow, which of course she did. The trio made their way through the lounge and across the lobby, and waited for an elevator with another couple in their early forties.

When it arrived, the five passengers entered and pressed their respective floors, the couple going to the ninth floor. Cognizant of the looks the prim-and-proper couple was shooting her way, Kelly wished she was alone with these two young immigrants, so she could drop to her knees and get to work. But alas, it was not to be. When the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival on the eighth floor, Kelly and her companions exited the elevator and moved down the hall to her room.

Keying them into her room, Kelly walked through into the middle of the living area and turned around to face her studs. Looking at her, no one would believe Kelly was a wife and mother. Instead, she looked like a hooker, or a porn star, dressed as she was in her revealing outfit, standing proudly atop those three-inch, open-toed heels, enormous braless tits extending out from her torso, the turgid nipples tenting the cheap tank top. Only the ring, and the implication of the "Cheater" tank top, gave her true identity away.

On entering, Miguel poked his head in the bathroom, and then looked around the living portion of the hotel room. "Where's your husband at, slut?"

"He's not here. Don't worry about him, okay?"

"Does he know where you are? What you are doing?" Eduardo inquired.

"No, he doesn't. He has no idea. And he never will. Now, are you ready to get on with it? I didn't dress like this for no reason. And besides, Eduardo – that's you're name, Eduardo? – left me hanging earlier tonight, wouldn't let me cum. I need to be fucked, and soon," Kelly whined, walking toward Eduardo.

When she reached him, she threw her arms over his shoulders and moved into a deep French kiss, her practiced tongue muscling past his lips and teeth to explore his mouth, wrapping around his own tongue. In response, Eduardo's hands came up from his sides to squeeze the mountainous flesh sitting on Kelly's torso.

At the same time she felt Eduardo's fingers begin to tweak and twist her engorged nipples, Kelly felt Miguel approach her from behind, bumping his crotch against her ass. His hands snaked around to the front of her body and found the lower hem of the cheap skirt, pulling it up. With Eduardo expertly abusing her nipples, Kelly let loose a deep groan into his mouth when Miguel finally found her hairless slit and clit, already wet and dripping down her inner thighs.

Kelly dropped her hands from around Eduardo's shoulders and reached first for his belt buckle, then his zipper and finally the top button, as her manicured fingers expertly found their way into his boxers and fished out his stiffening cock. All the while, Miguel used two fingers to spread her cunt juices around her labia and over her clit, and then began a vigorous massage of the clit, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm.

But Kelly didn't want to release so quickly, so she dropped to her knees, bringing her face-to-cock with Eduardo's brown tool. Looking up and into his eyes, Kelly parted her wet red lips and allowed the cock to invade her mouth. Her tongue slathered saliva over the head and along the thick shaft, leaving trails of spit running out of her mouth and down her chin.

When Kelly went down on her knees, she left Miguel's hands empty with nothing to do. "What a fuckin' puta," she heard him exclaim from behind her. As Eduardo's cock pushed against the back of her throat, Kelly felt Miguel's presence underneath her, felt his hair tickle the insides of her thighs as he scooted his face below her sloppy cunt. As she opened her throat to allow Eduardo's invasion into her esophagus, she moaned deeply on the shaft when Miguel's tongue found her clit and coaxed it out into the open and then proceeded to give it a harsh tongue lashing.

Pulling her head off Eduardo's cock with a soulful groan, Kelly looked down at Miguel's face, partially obscured by her waxed pussy. "That feels incredible. Keep licking, you fucker!" Miguel redoubled his efforts in response to Kelly's slutty demands, and brought his fingers up to her ass cheeks and began massaging them, pulling them apart and shoving them together.

"Get your mouth back here, slut," Eduardo demanded, and Miguel felt Kelly's thighs quake and an outpouring of her juices into his mouth. Kelly leaned forward again, taking the length of Eduardo's brown cock into her throat in one effort. He grabbed her by the sides of her head, and began forcefully fucking her mouth. "This what you wanted, bitch?" he sneered, satisfied that the sound that escaped Kelly's throat was one of assent. "What a fuckin' puta you are. I wish your husband could see you now, two Cuban's enjoying your little porn star body," he taunted as he continued to thrust his crotch against Kelly's pretty, angelic face.

Miguel continued his assault on Kelly's cunt, lashing at her clit and, every four or five strikes, bringing his tongue down to her labia and collecting more pussy juice with which to coat the clit. Occasionally, his tongue would wander down below Kelly's labia but stop before reaching her asshole, tickling that sensitive portion of skin that resides there, causing her to stiffen and then shudder.

Miguel brought his tongue back to Kelly's clit, and let two of his fingers find her sloppy labia. Coating his fingers liberally with cunt juice, Miguel began massaging her asshole, gently coaxing her open. Still lapping gently at her clit, Miguel forced one of his fingers through the tight barrier and into Kelly's pretty little ass. The exquisite sensation provoked such a reaction in the married whore that her head wrenched back out of Eduardo's grip, causing his cock to slip from her mouth. "Ooohhh, fuuuccckk. Gggaaawwd that feels fucking awesome," she grunted through clenched teeth. "Put another finger in!!!" Miguel's other finger, already lubricated and waiting at the entrance to her asshole, quickly complied with her command.

Kelly, on pins and needles already, let out a short cry and rolled to her side, away from Eduardo, who was still standing in front of her, and fell to the ground. Miguel rolled with her, his grip on her hips solid. He began to work his two fingers in and out of her asshole as his tongue kept up the assault on her clit. He spread his fingers inside her asshole, hoping to stretch it for the plundering that was to come, and at the same time took her clit between his teeth and gently but firmly nibbled on it.

The combined sensations sent Kelly over the edge, and her thighs tightened around Miguel's head, her hands reaching out for something to grab onto, finding nothing. "Uuuuhhhhh, fuck!!! Oh, ggaawwdd. I'm cuu . . . fuuuccckk. Cummmminggg," she moaned in a low, hoarse whisper as Miguel's teeth continued their torture and his fingers maintained tension on her twitching asshole.

From above, Eduardo stood and watched as Kelly moaned with delight, her body racked with pleasure and shaking, sweat running down the cheeks of her face and forming in small puddles in the hollows of her neck. When her heavy breathing and panting began to subside, when her fit thighs released their grip on his friend's head, Eduardo bent down and grabbed Kelly's hand, hauling her to her feet.

He moved to the bed, and laid on his back in the middle of it, his thick cock pointing to the ceiling of the Delano hotel room. Kelly knew what to do, and climbed up on the bed, straddling the young Cuban man, her bald cunt just above his cock. She lowered her cunt lips to the cock in such a way as to prevent penetration, instead trapping the cock between her sopping cunt lips, on the one hand, and his body, on the other. Shifting her slim pelvis up and down, her cunt ran along the length of the Cuban cock, the head stimulating her clit on her downward shifts. After a dozen strokes, Eduardo's powerful cock was fully soaked in her juices, and Kelly rose up to a squatting position.

Reaching down with her left hand, she grabbed the base of Eduardo's cock and pointed it toward the opening of her pussy. "Ready?" she asked in a whisper. "Ready to fuck my married hole?" she taunted, reveling in her infidelity, in the fact that she was about to take one, then a second, cock in the holes she had pledged for her husband's use only.

Eduardo responded by reaching out to Kelly's hips, which were shaking from the strain of the squat. He felt his fingers sink into her flesh, and pulled her down on him, closing his eyes and moaning when he felt his head sink between the hot, wet flesh of her labia. "Madre de dios," he muttered. "Muy caliente."

Kelly let her body drop with no support, feeling the whole of Eduardo's cock penetrate her to its pubic hair. She ground her clit into his crotch, feeling his pubic hair tickle the exposed bud. "Oh my fuckin' God," she moaned, raising up from the squat once again, only to let herself fall back to his crotch, the young cock splitting her fully again. She continued in this vein for five or six squats, moaning and rolling her head back and forth with every violation of her adulterous hole.

But her thighs soon tired, and she kicked her legs out behind her, coming to rest with Eduardo's cock buried in her to the hilt, her pelvis resting on his. She rocked forward, feeling the cock retreat from her hole, and laid across his chest, feeling her tits squish against him, her nipples poke into this chest. Eduardo reached behind her to cup her ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart, exposing the tender asshole to the cool air of the hotel room. Kelly leaned her head into his shoulder, and whispered into his ear. "Aren't you going to invite your friend to join us? Ask him to fuck my ass?"

Eduardo, excited by Kelly's hot breath in his ear, pumped his cock up into Kelly's pussy a few strokes, and roughly pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Hey, Miguel. Ready for some of this? Get up here and fuck this slut's ass!"

Kelly turned and looked over her shoulder as Miguel approached the bed, rocking her hips against Eduardo, causing his cock to slide in and out of her wet cunt. "Come on, Miguel, don't you want some? Not often that a married whore offers her ass to you while your friend is in her pussy, huh?" she taunted with a nasty smile and smoldering eyes.

Miguel climbed on the bed, the bottle of lubricant he and Eduardo picked up on the way over in his hand. He moved up between his friend's legs that were sticking out from under Kelly's body, his cock growing more erect at the sight of Kelly's spread-wide asshole. He popped the top of the lubricant, and poured a liberal amount around the puckered barrier. Throwing the bottle to the side, Miguel began spreading the lube around the perimeter of Kelly's asshole, watching her body twitch at the combination of his touch and Eduardo's invading cock. He inserted first one and then another finger in her asshole, getting it ready for his cock.

"Mmmmm," he heard Kelly moan. "Hurry up; I need another cock in me. It's been so long since I've been DP'd." When Miguel was satisfied that Kelly's ass was ready for his cock, he wiped some excess lube along the length of his eight-inch shaft. Getting up to his feet and squatting over Kelly's upturned and spread ass, he placed the tip at the crinkled entrance to her butt. He let gravity take hold, and soon felt his cock head pop past her anal ring and enter the hot, dark depths of Kelly's married ass. 

The penetration elicited another moan from Kelly, then, "Yyyeeesss. Ass fuck me, Miguel!!! Stretch it open." Kelly was quite a sight at this point. Beneath her, Eduardo, lying on his back, had his hands firmly planted on Kelly's fat tits, pushing them together. Above her, Miguel squatted at her ass, his hands having replaced Eduardo's and now pulling her ass cheeks apart. 

In between was Mrs. Kelly MacGuire, wife and mother of one precious little girl. If a fourth person were in the room and was standing at the foot of the bed, he or she would see Kelly's waxed cunt split in two by Eduardo's thrusting cock. An inch or so above that, Miguel's cock snaked in and out of her stretched asshole, lubricant flowing out and over that cock, and continuing its journey down to Eduardo's and Kelly's union.

From the side, one would see Kelly's upturned ass and two cocks pounding away at her pelvis, filling both her holes. Her 34D monsters were trapped in Eduardo's firm grasp, his face buried in the enticing cleavage, or his lips sucking one turgid nipple, or his teeth nibbling on the other. Sweat flowed down her back and the sides of body, dripping off her onto the bed or Eduardo's chest, or down into her dirty blond hair, matting it to her neck and face.

And from the head of the bed, Kelly's princess-like face was facing the wall, eyelids hiding her baby blue eyes, squeezed shut in concentrated lust. Sweat poured from her forehead, down her nose and over her cheeks, finally collecting at her beautiful chin and dripping into Eduardo's hair. Her red-painted lips hung apart, moans and groans emanating from between them, evidencing the lust that was growing in her cunt and her ass and threatening to boil over into a raging scream. Her fingers were wrapped in Eduardo's hair, pulling slightly, strands of it poking between her fingers and falling to partially obscure her deep red nails and the engagement and wedding rings on her left hand.

Kelly pictured all of this in her mind's eye. Her breath quickened at the thought of these two strange immigrants using her married body in a hotel room far away from her home and her husband. She rocked her hips faster, almost forcing Eduardo's cock from her cunt, but quickly recovered, and settled into a quick but controlled rhythm with these studs. Miguel slapped her ass, causing a loud groan to escape her beautiful lips. "Spank me more. I love it when guys do that. Spank me again, you filthy asshole." Miguel complied, spanking her right ass cheek with considerable force; Eduardo joined in, slapping her other cheek, leaving a bright red handprint on her. Kelly groaned some more.

"Two cocks feel good, slut?" Miguel inquired needlessly, but wanting to feel Kelly shake with the additional degradation. "Husband can't give you this, huh? You need to go out and find it, dontcha, whore?" Miguel continued to taunt.

"Fuck, yeah. . . I love strange cock. . . So much better . . . than my husband. . . So nasty," Kelly responded through short breaths and over the lump that was forming in her throat. "Treat me like a whore! I live for it!!" she almost screamed.

Eduardo and Miguel picked up their pace, and started taunting the married slut that willingly presented her luscious body for their use. "Fuckin' puta," they would say. "This bitch loves strange cock." "Look at her move her ass. She don't do this for her husband." "I bet she would fuck anyone who asks." "The younger the better." "What kind of wife has a shaved cunt, anyway? What a fuckin' slut."




Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 06



After a few minutes of their continued pounding and degradation, Kelly let out a moan. "Ooohhh, I'm cumming again, keep going! Just like that! Yyyeeesss," and with that she let out a scream, her body convulsing between the invading Cuban immigrants, cunt juice flooding out of her loosened hole over Eduardo's cock and running down to soak the sheets. Her body continued to shake for several minutes after her orgasm subsided. Eduardo, still trapping a nipple between his teeth, felt sweat dripping off Kelly's face and soaking his hair. He, and Miguel too, felt Kelly's continued rocking, causing their cocks to remain erect in her forbidden holes.

Kelly, meanwhile, was in a state of bliss. It had been far too long since she had had the pleasure of two cocks in her little body. She loved double penetrations. It wasn't just physical. To be sure, she loved having her cunt full, and loved having her ass full, so what could be better than having both filled? But it was also mental, or psychological. She knew she was a whore, loved it and played to it. It was so wicked for her, a married woman with a toddler, to fuck men other than her husband, to tell them they were much better fucks than her husband, that their cocks were bigger and stretched her more.

That she had two men in her, though, made it all the more immoral, and she lived for the immorality. For the knowledge that she was corrupt, and would breach her wedding vows with absolutely no thought or remorse at all. So she continued to rock her hips, luxuriating in the feeling on Eduardo's cock popping in and out of her cunt, and Miguel's stretching her now-tender asshole. She was glad they hadn't cum yet, because that meant they would fuck her again.

She was wondering how they would take her, in what position they would force her lithe body, when the hotel room phone rang. She let it ring a second time, when Eduardo spoke up. "Answer it, whore!"

"I can't. I don't know who it is."

"Who fuckin' cares. Pick up the phone," Miguel joined in when the phone rang a third time.

"It might be my husband, though," she breathed, secretly hoping it was, her nipples stiffening once again at the thought of getting fucked by these two boys while her husband was sitting at home on the couch, watching SportsCenter before he went to bed. Without waiting for a fourth ring, Eduardo reached back and grabbed the handset off its cradle and put it to Kelly's ear. With a scowl, and a fiery look of anger behind her eyes, Kelly managed to get out, in a normal tone of voice, "Hello?" as she took the handset in her left hand. "Hi, honey, I was just thinking of you," she cooed, as Eduardo bent his head and again began licking and nipping at her nipples.

Kelly tried to rise up, to get Eduardo's mouth away from her sensitive nipples, but Miguel, with his cock still buried in her ass, pushed her back down. A look back at him over her shoulder, fire still in her eyes, got her nothing but another shove, her fat tits being squished into Eduardo's face and mouth. "No, nothing bad," she fake-laughed, feeling Eduardo's cock stiffen a little inside the depths of her sloppy cunt. "I was just missing you, and wishing you were here with me," she said, as Miguel started to very slowly fuck her ass again. While Mike was talking, Kelly shoved the handset into the pillow beside Eduardo's head, and whispered, "Stop. Right now. I can't do this. If you start fucking me again, my husband will hear."

To no avail. Putting the handset back to her ear, she heard Mike saying, ". . . put her to bed a few hours ago, and was about to go to bed myself. I just wanted to call and say 'hi'." 

While Kelly only vaguely comprehended her husband's words, Miguel picked up his pace in her ass, and Eduardo began rocking again, his cock slipping in and out of her cunt, his lips nibbling her nipples. When he took her nipple between his teeth and bit down, Kelly responded with a deep moan. Her husband heard, "Mmmmmm," from a thousand miles away, and wondered what was happening.

"You okay, Kelly?"

"Yes," she recovered. "I'm just getting undressed. It feels so good to get these work clothes off," she murmured as she delighted in the double fucking she was getting with her husband on the other end of the phone. "Tell me, how was your day?"

While Mike started telling her the boring details of his day (as though she cared at this moment in time), Kelly again pushed the handset into the pillow. "This is fucking awesome, guys," she moaned. "Let's change positions." She felt Miguel's consent when he pulled out of her ass and moved to the side of the bed. Knowing that her husband was still talking, even though she wasn't listening, Kelly climbed off Eduardo, feeling the loss of fulfillment as his cock slipped from between her gaping hole. She turned around, again squatting over Eduardo's prone body.

When she grabbed his cock this time, however, she guided it toward her asshole, and sank down fully upon it when she felt his head tickle her stretched-out opening. She leaned back, placing her hands on either side of Eduardo's chest, and kicked her legs out from under her, placing them beside Eduardo's knees, making sure to spread her legs wide as they would go. Her large tits stood proud and tall on her torso, nipples almost blinking like beacons. Miguel caught on, and was eager to feel this married whore's cunt wrapped around his cock. He climbed between Kelly's spread thighs, and with his hand positioned his eight-inch cock at the opening to Kelly's bald cunt, running the head around her labia to lubricate it with her cunt juices.

With one hand supporting her weight, Kelly picked up the phone with the other and brought it to her ear. ". . . home around seven thirty, and told Esmeralda that she could go home. Evelyn was still sleeping . . .," her husband continued. While her husband droned on, Miguel was teasing Kelly by slapping the head of his cock against her clit. She started rocking her hips, relishing the feeling of Eduardo's cock now stretching her asshole, and her eyes rolled into her head as Miguel continued his torment of her clit. After a minute or so of this joy, Kelly opened her eyes, phone still at her ear, and found Miguel staring right her.

Miguel couldn't take much more. True, he wasn't the one being teased, but he still desperately wanted to fuck this puta. When Kelly opened her eyes and saw him staring at her angelic face, he saw her lips begin to move, the phone tucked just beneath her chin. He could barely hear her, but was able to make out the words. "Fuck me like a whore, you filthy immigrant."

A sneer formed on Miguel's lips as he pushed his cock forward and up into Kelly's married pussy. He pushed all the way into her in one attempt, and watched, amused, as her eyes grew large, and then began slamming into her cunt. Every third or fourth stroke, Miguel would grind his pelvic bone against Kelly's, brutally crushing her clit between them.

Kelly put forth a great deal of effort to keep from screaming her pleasure. As Eduardo's cock maintained its stretching presence in her asshole, and Miguel began pummeling her cunt, Kelly needed release – she need to moan, or groan, or scream. She could do none of these. It wouldn't do her marriage any good for her husband to realize that his loving wife, the mother of his child, was servicing two Cuban cocks at the same time, one stretching her asshole and the other getting ready to shoot a load of searing hot sperm in her unprotected cunt. But try as she might, she couldn't control herself any longer, but managed to let out just a short, low, "Mmmmmhhhhh."

"Honey, are you sure you're okay?" she heard Mike say into her ear as Miguel, still fucking her hot cunt, placed his hands on her tits and began squeezing them.

Looking directly into Miguel's brown eyes, almost gritting her teeth, she responded, "I'm okay, Mike. I'm gonna go for a run, so I'm stretching a little." Miguel's hands found her nipples, and began pinching both simultaneously. "I've been cooped up all week," she managed to get out, "and I feel like I need some exercise." He stopped pinching, and began twisting, taking her sensitive, engorged nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisting them almost 360 degrees.

"I was thinking . . .," she began before Miguel twisted more. "Ooohhh, fuck," Kelly let loose, her eyes still burning into Miguel with a lust that could not be measured, before she lost it. The arm supporting her upper body gave way, and she fell back against Eduardo's chest, dropping the phone in the process.

Miguel began assaulting her cunt violently, but Eduardo, realizing what happened, grabbed the phone and put it back to her ear, holding it for her. "Sorry," she managed. "I dropped the phone. Anyway," she breathed, "I was thinking I'd go for a run down to South Beach and back, burn off some stress." Not to be outdone by his friend, Eduardo wrapped his free hand around Kelly's body and began massaging her huge tits. Kelly, caught up in the lust of the moment, put an arm behind her, wrapping it behind Eduardo's head, pulling herself closer to his body.

"Well, be careful. I know there's a lot of people around there, but I don't want anything to happen to you," Kelly heard as Eduardo's free hand latched onto one of her obscenely large nipples and pulled up, stretching her right tit way beyond its natural proportions.

In her free ear, while Miguel was still stroking his cock in her unfaithful cunt, Eduardo whispered, "Are you turned on, slut? You like getting all this cock with your husband on the other end of that phone?" Kelly shuddered, and wiggled her hips to take more of Miguel's cock into her pussy.

From behind her, Eduardo saw Kelly nod her head slightly, and he reached further across her chest to grab the other massive tit, tightly pinching the nipple and then twisting it around, letting it go – grab, twist, release; grab, twist, release. Whispering in her free ear, "You fuckin' whore. Married slut. Fucking two eighteen year old Cuban boys while your husband's at home. What a slut you are. Immoral cunt."

He watched as Kelly's left hand snaked down her trim stomach and found her bare cunt, and began rubbing the clit in a quick, circular motion. "Nice ring, whore. Did your husband buy that for you? What would he do if he could see you now, sandwiched between two young boys? Huh, you fuckin unfaithful whore?" he continued.

"Kelly, are you there?"

"Yeah, sorry, Mike, I was just pulling on a top," Kelly muttered through her lust-induced fog. She couldn't take anymore. "Honey, I've got to go. I want to get this run in before it gets too late." Kelly was about to lose it. Eduardo's cock was still lodged deep in her ass. She could feel it pushing against the thin membrane that separated her ass from her cunt. In that cunt, Miguel was still pistoning his own young, brown-hued cock. This, Eduardo's almost psychotic twisting of her nipples, his filthy words in her ear, and her own fingers doing a dance across her clit, all combined to scream for release. "I'll call you tomorrow, honey."

"All right, Kelly. I love you, baby," she barely heard through the telephone.

"I love you, too, Mike," she managed to get out before slamming the handset back in its cradle. As soon as the handset was down, Kelly let loose. "Ooooohhhh my fuckin' gggaaaawwwddd," she moaned. "You nasty fucking boys! Fuck me! Moooorrrreee! Harder, goddammit! Fuck me harder, assholes!!!!"

Miguel picked up his pace in her pussy, and the force of his pelvis slamming into Kelly's pelvis caused an up-tick in Eduardo's anal stroking. Eduardo's continued abuse of her left nipple – grab, twist hard, release; grab, twist harder, release – sent Kelly into a monumental orgasm. 

"Uuuuuuggggghhhhh, fuck! Cummmminggg," she groaned as the cocks continued to stretch her holes, the fingers continued to abuse her nipples. "Jeeessssuuuusss fuuuccckkkinnn Chhhrrriiisssst," she let out in an air-filled wail. Her release was so forceful that her cunt juices spurted out around Miguel's snuggly ensconced cock, spraying his chest and groin in Kelly's womanly fluids. One spurt, two, three, and Miguel's lower body was soaked.

"Holy shit!" he screamed. "Look at this puta!" Eduardo, trapped beneath Kelly, craned his head to look over her shoulder, and between the mountainous tits, saw her cum splashing against Miguel's chest. Kelly's hot, tight ass had Eduardo on edge, and the sight of her squirting cunt was too much for him. He started bucking his hips up against Kelly's ass, sending his cock deeper into its confines.

"Fuck my ass harder, Eduardo!" Kelly commanded. A few more strokes and Eduardo couldn't help but let the entire contents of his balls shoot into Kelly's little married ass. Miguel felt Eduardo's release. The twitching of Eduardo's cock, palpable through the thin membrane that separated the two canals, had Miguel ready to cum.

He looked down at Kelly's built-for-fucking body; saw her thick nipples burning red, one gripped sharply between his friend's fingers, the other cooling in the air. His eyes traveled down her lithe body, crossing her flat stomach to her bald cunt. He saw Kelly's left hand, with the 3-karat ring sitting atop the ring finger, still rubbing her smoldering cunt. "You, too, Miguel!" she growled through gritted teeth, her eyes burning with lust. "Fuck me, asshole. Pound your young cock into my married cunt! Do it, fucker! Fuck my husband's unprotected hole!" Miguel could take no more, and released his baby-making sperm deep into Kelly's fertile, cheating hole.

***

Dan couldn't take anymore of this story. "I told him to fuck me. I said, 'Pound your young cock into my married cunt!!! Do it, fucker!!! Fuck my husband's unprotected hole!!!' The whole time, he was watching his cock fuck me, my fingers spreading my cunt lips for him. My wedding rings were not even an inch from his cock when he dumped his whole load in me," Kelly finished in a whisper.

Dan opened his eyes to find Kelly's slutty tank top pulled up to the bottom of her tits. She was sweating so profusely that the tank was soaked, revealing her wide areola and thick nipples in all their pornographic glory. She had lost the heels and bright red mini-skirt during her telling of the story, and her smooth cunt was glistening in the faint light of the room.

Tucked beneath the tank, squeezed tightly between Kelly's massive tits, Dan saw his cock sliding up and down, up and down, as Kelly rocked to and fro. The sweat pouring down her chest provided ample lubrication. Her fingers, tipped with long nails painted a deep red, pushed her titflesh into a warm, wet and tight tunnel. As he took all of this in, Kelly rocked back, forcing his cock almost into her chin.

The movement caused the pale yellow light to catch the diamonds on her left finger. The glittering result caused Dan's cum to rocket out of his balls, up the shaft, and out into the open air. The first spurt hit Kelly under her chin, but she moved away for the second shot. Grabbing his cock in her left hand, Kelly violently tugged Dan's cock, pointing it at her ample tits. The second and third spurts from the shiny, purple cock head smacked her right above the tits and ran down her chest, disappearing under the tank. Kelly continued to pull on Dan's cock, sinking her red-painted lips over the head to catch the last trails of semen.

"You are such a fuckin' whore, Kelly," Dan managed to say as he came down from his orgasm. "Such a slut."

"Fuck, yeah, I am. That's what you like about me, isn't it?" Kelly asked as she licked the remaining splotches of cum from the head of Dan's cock. "That I spread my legs for anyone that asks?" she continued, scooping gobs of cum from between her tits and dripping the collected mass into her up-turned mouth. "That I love the taste of sperm from strange dick?" she said, swallowing the mass down her throat.

"Absolutely," Dan responded, as Kelly rose from her kneeling position and retrieved her glass of wine from her husband's desk. Dan watched as she washed her mouth out with the wine, and swallowed it down.

She returned to the couch, but this time climbed up on Dan's lap, folding her little body around him. Turning to kiss him, Kelly stuck her warm, pink tongue in Dan's mouth, running the length of her tongue over his. "And you really like that I take young cocks into my unprotected cunt, don't you?" she muttered through their combined mouths.

"Ooohhh, fuck. That's so fuckin' nasty. How do you do it though?" Dan asked, pulling his mouth away from hers. "How do you keep from getting pregnant?"

"Simple," she said, a wicked smile on her lips. "Morning-after pill."

Her giggling, Dan pushed her off his lap. Having cum all over her tits, he was now ready to fuck her; his cock was back to full-flag.

"What are you gonna do, Dan? Fuck me? After the story I just told you? Don't you know I need more than one cock at a time?" she laughed, teasing him.

"Mine will be enough. You can't turn it down, can you, slut?"

The smile left Kelly's eyes, and was replaced with lust as Dan climbed between her spread legs. She felt the head of Dan's cock, blisteringly hot, make contact with her bald cunt lips. She reached down with her left hand, intent on stuffing it in her little body. Dan beat her to the punch, however, and shoved forward with all his force, jamming the entire length of his cock in her at once, trapping her hand between their groins; Dan could feel Kelly's diamond ring imprint the skin above the root of his cock.

"Ooohhh, fuuuccckk yyyeeesss," she moaned, managing to release her hand. She grabbed Dan's hips and pulled his pelvis roughly into her. He quickly got the point, and started fucking her on his own. "You love my married cunt, don't you, Dan," she said tenderly, the palm of her left hand brushing against Dan's cheek. She turned her hand over and Dan felt her diamond scratch across his cheek. His thrusting increased, and Kelly's breath began to shorten and her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. Just as she was about to cum, cries from upstairs put a screeching halt to her euphoria. "Dammit. Hold on," she said, untangling herself from Dan's grasp.

Kelly walked quickly from the room, and Dan heard her ascending the stairs. A few minutes later, the crying stopped. Dan waited a few minutes more, and when Kelly did not reappear, he went in search of her. He didn't find her in the living room, or family room, or the kitchen, so he went upstairs and looked in her room. Not there, either. On his way back to the stairs, he looked into Evelyn's room, and found Kelly leaning over against the crib, still naked from the waist down, watching her daughter. He took a step in the room, and the faint light from outside allowed him to spy Kelly's massive tits bulging out from the sides of her tank top.

Kelly must have felt his presence, because she turned and looked over her shoulder as Dan stepped into Evelyn's room. She gave him a wicked, sinful smile, and shook her ass once or twice. Dan knew from that action that his presence was welcomed. He stepped into the room and walked up behind Kelly, looking over her shoulder at the sleeping child. Looking down a little further, Dan saw Kelly's fat tits, encased in the sweat-soaked tank top, resting on the side of the crib, nipples engorged, tenting the cotton top.

With his left foot, Dan coaxed Kelly's feet apart. She willingly complied, and Dan bent at the knees a little, his cock rubbing first against her ass, then slipping underneath and sliding along her wet cunt lips. Kelly backed up a little, allowing her to bend over more, and reached down to guide Dan's thick cock into her adulterous cunt.

Dan grabbed Kelly's hips and pulled, making sure his cock was firmly seated in her exquisite pussy. He then reached around her with one hand, and started to lightly massage her clit. "Feel good, Kelly? Do you want this?" he asked, reaching around with the other hand to pull the tank top down, exposing her firm tits to the moonlight that shone through the window of Evelyn's bedroom, pinching one of the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.




Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 07



Chapter 07 (The Bachelorette Party: Kelly's Last Dance)

Disclaimer: This story is about an unfaithful wife. That means she cheats on her husband. Yes, it also means she is a whore, and you can probably think of many other names to call her and fiendish fantasy's you wish to be imposed upon her. But here's a guide: (a) if you like stories about cheating wives, please read on; I hope you enjoy; (b) if you really, really, really don't like stories about cheating wives, then the "back" button is a quick click away; or (c) if you SAY you don't like stories about cheating wives but way deep down inside you really DO, read on and at the end of the story rate it as a "zero," then hit the "leave public comment" button and enter your flame therein. Better yet, if you choose option (c), enter your public comment anonymously; after all, that's what the "wimp-hubby" would do, isn't it? Oh, and please forgive the oxymoron – public versus anonymous – but you're just full of contradictions, aren't you?

Dan had not heard from Kelly in months. He had hooked up with her two or three times since she had related the story about Miami, but since then, not a word. She usually called him within a few weeks after last seeing him, but her call never came. In December, he figured that the holiday season had tied her up, and he let it go for a while. But when January rolled around and he still had not heard from her, he tried her cell phone. Getting her voicemail, he left a message, and then another a few weeks later. A third attempt, made in late February, informed Dan that her cell phone had been deactivated. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'the little whore got religion.'

She did, in a way.

In early April, Dan got a call from Dave Jacobs. Dave had gone to USC with Dan, Marc and Ryan, but did not really socialize much with them. He was engaged to be married this summer, and spent most of his time with his fiancé and her friends. When he called, Dave suggested that he and Dan get together for drinks after work on the upcoming Thursday, and Dan readily agreed, just to catch up with Dave.

When Thursday rolled around, Dan left his office in the Loop and grabbed a cab up to John Barleycorn on Lincoln Avenue, right by DePaul. He found Dave at a table talking to a guy who was vaguely familiar to him. He approached the table and Dave looked up and saw him coming.

"Dan, what's up?" he said, extending his hand. "It's been a long time."

"Too long, my friend. How's everything goin'?"

"Not bad, not bad. Hey, this is Mike. Mike, this is Dan. Mike and I used to work together before I left the meat grinder." Dan's throat constricted upon realizing why he recognized the guy with Dave. He'd seen him at a charity event several months ago, the delicious Kelly on his arm. He'd seen pictures of him in his bedroom, his office, in the house he shared with his adulterous wife. More often than not, when he saw these pictures, Dan's cock was buried in Kelly's dripping, bald cunt, ensconced in her wet mouth, her shiny lips leaving trails of saliva along his shaft, or trapped between her massive, sweaty tits, her wedding and engagement rings hovering inches from his engorged cock.

"Good to meet you, Mike." Dan extended his hand, which Mike accepted.

"You, too." Turning back to Dave, Mike continued, "I gotta run, Dave. Good to catch up with you. I'll let you know how it turns out." Mike MacGuire said his good-byes and departed.

His chest still pounding, Dan took a seat and ordered a Sierra Nevada from the waitress. His heart rate had returned to normal by the time it arrived.

"Jesus," Dave said. "I feel sorry for that guy. You would not believe the story he just told me. Listen to this. The guy's been married a few years, okay? A real hottie, if you ask me. Beautiful face, porn star body. I knew her when I was still working with Mike. She worked with us, but on a different team. Typical office romance: they date, get engaged then married, and have a kid. Everything's going great. He makes partner, pulling in tons of cash, and they buy a walk-up in Lincoln Park and renovate it. So he's out of town on business a few months ago, and ends up in Denver through Sunday. He gets home Sunday morning, and guess what he finds?"

Dan, of course, could easily guess what Mike MacGuire found when he got home. His seemingly innocent wife was probably impaled on a thick cock, her distended nipples gripped tightly between the fingers of her fuck-toy, filth spewing from her luscious lips. This story also explained why he hadn't heard from Kelly in several months. But he said, "I dunno. What's he find?"

"His wife is passed out on their bed. The room's a mess, sheets ripped halfway off the bed. She's naked as the day she was born, and – I'm reading between the lines here, because Mike didn't give me all the details – but it seems there's no question that she had recently been fucked. Turns out the bitch was cheating on him."

"Jesus Christ," Dan muttered. "Sucks for that guy."

"No shit. And apparently, this was not the first time. I guess she confessed that this was a routine thing for her. And not just recently. Mike said it goes back to before they were married, even before they were engaged. Sounds like this chick is nothing but a whore."

"Well, you can't really argue with that." 'I certainly can't,' Dan thought to himself, knowing full well the extent of Kelly's corruption and depravity, having been on the receiving end of it so many times. "So what did he do?"

"Kicked her out," Dave continued, taking a pull from his beer. "He filed for divorce immediately and got temporary custody of their daughter. He thinks the divorce should be pretty quick, given her history of fucking around on him. Stupid bitch even admitted all of it an e-mail to him."

"When did all this shit go down?"

"Right before Christmas, I guess. Merry fuckin' Christmas, huh?" Dave quipped, downing the rest of his beer.

Dan and Dave stayed at John Barleycorn for a few hours, catching up on their lives. Around 9:00 they parted ways, and Dan made his way home. He took a shower and hit the couch to watch SportsCenter for a while before going to bed. But he couldn't really concentrate on the television, instead wondering where Kelly was and what she was doing.

He felt sorry for her, in a way. Not that she didn't deserve what had happened. She was completely faithless, and was blatant in the way she trampled her wedding vows. Still, she was generally a good person, kind and thoughtful. Unfortunately for Kelly, her one flaw – a complete lack of sexual morals – was a major one, and it seemed to have finally caught up with her, wrecking her family in the process.

Introspectively, Dan felt an almost suffocating guilt for his part in Kelly's downfall, and that of her family. Certainly, he could rationalize away his role in the process. It wasn't like he led her astray. By her own admission, she had been cheating on Mike since the day they started dating. And it was Kelly that started the ball rolling that summer night that seemed so long ago, when she and Dan shared a cab from Bucktown to Lincoln Park.

And even had he repelled her advances that night, Dan knew that she would not have remained faithful. Kelly MacGuire, as innocent and classically beautiful as she appeared, was a slut. Married or not, with child or without, she would have willingly spread her legs and admitted almost any man, no matter his age, race, color or creed. Dan was merely a tool to her, and if he hadn't obliged her, someone else would have.

But it had finally caught up with her, and she was presumably on her own now. Dan's thoughts returned to her whereabouts and what she was doing with her life, but quickly moved onto another question: under what circumstances did Kelly MacGuire's infidelity come to light?

* * *

There was a girl named Donna. She was one of Kelly's best friends from high school. Donna lived in New York City with her fiancé, and was getting married in Palm Beach just after New Years Day. A few Saturdays before Christmas, Donna and some of her New York friends flew into Chicago for the weekend for her bachelorette party.

As was to be expected, Lisa, Kelly's maid-of-honor, made all the arrangements for the party. She rented out the basement of Stanley's in Lincoln Park for a few hours, and sent invitations to thirty or so girls. Even when compared to Donna's permissive nature, Lisa was a wild woman. So it was no surprise to anyone that Lisa had arranged for some male entertainment to appear toward the end of the party.

Mike was in Denver on business that weekend. He had tried to get back Friday afternoon, but a few last-minute issues arose, keeping him there. He called Kelly on Friday to tell her that he wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. She was counting on him coming home so he could take care of Evelyn while she was at the bachelorette party; now, she didn't know what to do with Evelyn at this late date. But she hung up with Mike and called Esmerelda, their part-time nanny, and Esmerelda agreed to watch Evelyn Saturday night. That taken care of, Kelly went about her day.

Esmerelda arrived Saturday afternoon around 4:00. While Kelly was getting ready for the evening, the nanny played with Evelyn and did a little cleaning around the house. She had just finished with the kitchen when she heard Mrs. MacGuire's heels on the stairway, descending from the second floor. She left the kitchen and met Kelly in the living room at the front of the house.

Kelly was standing before a vanity mirror, her bright red fingernails holding a tube of red lip gloss, smearing it across her lips. Esmerelda took in the sight of her boss. She stood atop four-inch Manolo Blahnik heels. Her trim legs, hips and ass were squeezed into body-hugging Seven jeans. As she leaned toward the mirror, applying the lip gloss, a simple diamond pendant swung from her elegant neck. Her large breast hung from her chest, covered by a white tank top.

Kelly slipped the lip gloss into a Prada handbag, and reached for a navy blue blouse that was resting on the table below the mirror. As she swung the blouse around her, slipping her arms into it, Esmeralda saw the printing on the front of Kelly's tank top: "yes . . . they're real," it said. Kelly closed the blouse over her chest, as Esmerelda thought, 'Puta. How can a respectable mother dress like that?'

"Alright, Esmerelda. I'm off," she announced, pulling a Burberry coat from the closet. "I might be late, but should be home by one or two, at the latest."

"Yes, Mrs. MacGuire."

"I have my cell with me. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will, Mrs. MacGuire," Esmerelda said to the door that had already shut. She simply rolled her eyes. Esmerelda had begun wondering about her boss these last few months. She often disappeared during the middle of the day, saying she was going shopping. But almost without exception, Mrs. MacGuire returned with no shopping bags, no clothes or groceries or anything. And increasingly, Mrs. MacGuire had been asking her to watch Evelyn on weeknights when Mr. MacGuire was out-of-town. She would come home at ten or eleven, smelling like alcohol, her hair in disarray, her clothes wrinkled and disheveled.

Esmerelda was not an educated woman, but any fool could see that something was going on. The pretty Mrs. MacGuire was running around on her husband. 'Puta,' Esmerelda thought again, before putting a DVD on for the entertainment of Mrs. MacGuire's daughter.

Outside her walk-up, her handbag slung over her shoulder, Kelly hailed a cab and directed it down Armitage to Stanley's. She had arrived somewhere in the middle of the pack. After the bouncer at the top of the stairs admitted her to the basement, she found ten or twelve girls at the bar or sitting at tables. The boring, conservative ones were sipping chardonnay from wine glasses. The rough-and-tumble ones drank from beer bottles. The more hardcore girls were downing vodka or gin, mixed with tonic.

Kelly threw her coat over an empty chair that held other coats, and ordered a vodka-and-tonic from the bartender, whose eyes lingered too long on her jutting breasts before meeting her eyes. Drink in manicured hand, Kelly found Donna and gave her a big hug. They spent a few minutes catching up, and Donna introduced Kelly to her friends from New York.

More girls continued to arrive, and Kelly mingled with them, greeting those she hadn't seen in a while with hugs and platonic kisses. After a while, the wait staff brought down a number of large plates of food. Kelly placed a few finger sandwiches on a plate, and joined Donna's New York friends at a table. "Are you girls enjoying Chicago?" she asked, removing her blouse and hanging it off the back of her chair.

"Fun so far," one of them said. "But we can't wait for the real fun to start. Donna told me that her maid-of-honor – what's her name, Lisa? – that Lisa hired a few male strippers."

"I heard that, too," Kelly responded, laughing. "Should be interesting. What time are they coming?" she asked, swallowing a bite of food.

"I don't know. Soon, I think. I think we have the basement only until eleven." Kelly looked at her Cartier watch. It was 9:30. "By the way, I love your top, Kelly."

"Thanks. It's my fun top. It's just a tease."

"I'll bet," one of the girls responded, laughing. "Where'd you get it?"

"Found it online. I thought it'd be fun to where once in a while," Kelly responded.

"Where should we go after this?" one of the New York girls asked Kelly.

"There's a few places we could go. Tillie's, Zella's, if we want to stay around here. Or we could take a cab down to the Rush Street area, and go to Tavern-on-Rush or one of the bars around there." Kelly looked over toward Donna. "I don't think she'll be joining us, though. She looks pretty wasted."

They all looked over at Donna and laughed; Donna was swaying slightly, a champagne glass dangling from one hand; her eyes were slightly hooded. "No problem," one of the girls said. "You lead the way, Kelly, and we'll follow."

The girls finished their dinner, and their plates were cleared away. As they refreshed their drinks, the entertainment arrived. Kelly saw a heavily muscled police officer coming down the stairs, and laughed. 'How typical,' she thought. The first officer was followed by a second, equally built, cop. Laughing, she leaned across the bar toward Lisa, and yelled over the din of twenty-five gabbing women, "Nice job, Lisa. You couldn't have picked something more cliché."

Lisa laughed back, and said, "Yeah, but who cares, as long as they loose those uniforms." Kelly continued laughing.

The male strippers cleared an area in the middle of the room, and created a circle with enough chairs for each woman to have one. The screech of a traffic whistle brought the girls to their chairs, and the show began. It was typical of cheesy strip shows. The cops ripped off their uniforms as they placed Donna "under arrest." Kelly merely rolled her eyes, but as they rubbed their near-naked bodies against her friend, she felt her already thick nipples harden, and she rubbed her legs together.

The strippers did their thing with Donna, and then parted and moved about the room, rubbing their oiled bodies against the other women. The shy and conservative ones blushed and kept their hands at their sides. The wild ones laughed and yelled and rubbed their hands across slick chests and squeezed greased ass cheeks. The even bolder ones discreetly rubbed the exterior of tiger-print thongs that housed thick cocks, straining to be let loose.

By the time one of the strippers found Kelly, she had already downed four or five drinks. Her mind was clouded with growing lust. She took a pull of a refilled vodka-and-tonic as the stripper shimmied his way toward her.

Marcos, the shimmying stripper, saw the gleam in Kelly's bright blue eyes as he approached her. Her distended nipples were evident, and he tilted his head to read the writing on her tank top, which was slightly distorted due to her generous breasts. Kelly watched his eyes move and saw his face light up in a broad, leering smile.

He straddled her legs, and wiggled his groin close to her face. Kelly laughed as the girls around her yelled and hooted and cheered her on. Marcos squatted so that his thong-covered cock rested against her belly, and Kelly took the opportunity to grab his ass and pull him into her. She felt the thick cock press against her stomach as those around her roared. Her nipples stiffened further, and her vagina moistened with the contact.

But almost as soon as it began, Marcos moved on to the next girl. Kelly downed the rest of her drink and went to the bar for a refill. She again took her seat as the strip show continued. After about an hour, the strippers wound down their show, and donned their 'uniforms.' Kelly, now on her sixth or seventh drink, returned to the bar, grabbed a matchbook, and wrote in it.

As Marcos was bent over picking up five- and ten-dollar bills from the floor, Kelly approached him, vodka-and-tonic gripped between the manicured fingers of one hand, the matchbox in the other. From his kneeling position, Marcos looked up into the sparkling eyes of Kelly MacGuire, her hip cocked to one side. With a sultry smile on her face, she tossed the matchbook toward him, and it landed on the floor at his feet.

As he picked it up, he looked at her inquiringly. "It's for you," she said in a husky voice. "Not for the other one, just for you." She turned on her heel and walked away, joining the New York girls at the bar. "Ready, ladies?" Marcos put the matchbook in his pocket without opening it.

"Let's go!" came the chorus. Donna was about to pass out, and Lisa offered to take her home. Some of the other girls were going home, too, or meeting boyfriends or husbands at different bars. Kelly and Donna's friends left Stanley's and found a cab to take them to Tavern-on-Rush.

Marcos and his companion finished cleaning up, and they, too, left the bar. They were done for the night, and parted on the sidewalk outside the bar. Marcos took a cab home. When he entered his apartment, he emptied his pockets and dropped the contents on his kitchen counter. As change and keys clattered on the cheap Formica, he spied the matchbook. Lifting it, he opened it and read on the inside of the cover Kelly's neatly printed message: "I want to fuck you. 773-555-5555." He grunted and shook his head, tossing the matchbook aside.

Kelly and the girls had no problem getting into Tavern-on-Rush, despite the bar being crowded. Once inside, Kelly wedged her way to the bar, and ordered drinks for everyone. Two older gentlemen at a high-top table invited the girls to join them, and they agreed, if only for the seats and free drinks the men were sure to offer.

An hour-and-a-half later, a few more vodka-and-tonics coursing through Kelly's blood stream, Donna's friends announced that they were done for the night. They thanked their hosts, and got up to leave. Kelly, too, was rather drunk and left with them. On the sidewalk the newfound friends all hugged each other, and Kelly made sure they got safely into a cab.

Before Kelly could hail a cab for herself, her cell phone chirped from inside her Prada handbag. She pulled it out and looked at the Caller ID display, but didn't recognize the number. Shaking her lustrous blond hair from her face, she hit "Send" and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"I will let you fuck me," she heard from the earpiece.

Kelly's heart skipped a beat, and lusty smile spread across her beautiful face. Adjusting the bag on her shoulder and moving the phone to her other ear, she slurred, "Where are you?"

"Where are you?"

"Tavern-on-Rush. Wanna meet me here?"

"Do you want me to fuck you there?"

Kelly closed her eyes, and her nipples throbbed. She moved away from the bouncer and the valets. "No. I want you to fuck me in the bed where my husband and I sleep."




Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 07



Marcos merely laughed. "Will your husband be there?"

"No. He's away."

"Good. No one likes a pussy husband who lets his wife fuck other guys."

"Well, my husband doesn't LET me do anything. I do what I want, and he's none the wiser."

"And what do you want tonight?"

"I want you to fuck me." Kelly's vagina moistened, and she began to fidget, shuffling her feet. "I want to feel what I felt earlier. But I want to feel it punishing all my holes." Her bright blue eyes shifted back and forth, making sure no one was listening.

"I've run across your type before, the slutty little housewife. Is that what you are? An unfaithful, whoring wife?"

"Yyeess." Kelly almost hissed her response. She was not even near this man right now, and she was immensely turned on. A trickle of fluid leaked from her vagina and threatened to run down her leg; the skin-tight Seven's caught it.

"What's your name?"

"Kelly," she whispered.

"Your last name, Kelly. I don't care about your first name."

"MacGuire, Kelly MacGuire." The phone was trembling in her hand. Her pink tongue swiped across her shiny red lips.

"What's your address, Mrs. MacGuire?"

"Oh, god," she muttered.

"If you want my fat cock abusing your little married cunt, you'll tell me your address, Mrs. MacGuire." Her address tumbled over her lips, and she heard a click in her ear. He had hung up on her. Regaining her senses, Kelly had the valet signal a taxi and she climbed in, giving the driver her address.

Fifteen minutes later, the cab came to a stop in front of her walk-up. Marcos was sitting on the steps that led up to the front door. As she stumbled from the taxi, Kelly noticed him and stopped short. He had changed into street clothes, a tight white tee-shirt underneath a black leather coat. Below his torso, he wore tight jeans and motorcycle boots. He rose as Kelly approached.

"Hi, Mrs. MacGuire," he said lecherously.

"Hi to yourself," she slurred. She stood facing him. "You gonna tell me your name?"

"Does it matter?" he responded, the confidence evident in his tone.

Kelly paused a moment. "Not really." Marcos merely shrugged his shoulders, stood, and turned to walk up the steps to the front door. Kelly caught up with him and keyed the door open.

Esmerelda had fallen asleep on a couch in the living room, but instantly awoke when she heard the front door open and Kelly's heels clack on the hardwood floors. She quickly sat up from her sleeping position. "Hello, Mrs. MacGuire . . . ." Her voice fell off as she saw the hulking man enter the house behind her boss. "Is everything all right, Mrs. MacGuire?"

"Of course it is, Esmerelda," she responded, dropping her hand bag on the vanity table and removing her coat, draping it over the stair rail. Marcos remained in the entryway. "Thanks for staying late. You can go now." Kelly looked over her shoulder at Marcos.

"Uh, are you sure everything is all right, ma'am? I can stay and watch Evelyn if something is the matter." As she spoke, Esmerelda's eyes shifted back and forth between Kelly and Marcos.

"That's okay. I have everything under control." Esmerelda rose from the couch and crossed the living room to retrieve her purse and bulky overcoat. Marcos moved out of the entryway to allow her to leave. She paused with her hand on the doorknob, and looked back at Kelly, the obvious question in her eyes. "Really, Esmerelda. Have a good night."

As soon as the door shut behind the nanny, Kelly pulled Marcos into her tight body. One of her hands wrapped behind his head, pulling it down to her face; he could feel her nails scrape against her scalp. Her shiny red lips parted, and she sank her wet, pink tongue into Marcos' mouth. His large hands roughly grabbed her hips, jamming her groin against his thigh. Kelly moaned into his mouth.

Outside on the sidewalk, Esmerelda looked back at the walk-up. Though the shades were drawn on the front windows, she saw the silhouette of two bodies meeting and embracing. "Puta," she muttered, walking away.

Inside, Kelly unbuttoned the two or three buttons that held the front of her blouse closed, and wiggled her shoulders from it. Her tongue was still buried in Marcos' mouth as the blouse fluttered to the floor. She pulled away from Marcos and walked toward the staircase, beckoning him with a bright red fingernail to follow. "Upstairs. Let's go," she demanded.

He complied, of course, and followed the unfaithful slut up the stairs. As they ascended the stairs, Kelly's firm bottom swayed from side to side right in front of Marcos' face. He wound up and gave her a playful slap on the ass. The contact startled her, and she stumbled a little on the last step, shooting Marcos a warning glance over her shoulder. "Ssshhh," she hissed. Whispering, she continued, "My daughter's bedroom is right here." She paused as she passed a bedroom at the top of the stairs, and quietly pulled the door shut.

As they entered the bedroom she shared with her husband, Kelly flicked on a bedside lamp. She moved to the foot of the bed and turned to face Marcos, who stood in the doorway. Her eyes were smoldering, and Marcos was left with the distinct impression that Mrs. MacGuire was not a flirt on a one-night stand. Her confidence and relaxed nature were such that she had been here before, in similar circumstances.

Closing the door behind him and nodding his head toward her, Marcos said, "They don't look real, Mrs. MacGuire. In fact, they look like they've been bolted on to your chest."

Kelly crossed her arms beneath her bulging tits, lifting them and distorting the provocative words emblazoned across her chest. "Why don't you find out?"

Marcos took three quick strides across the room and without really stopping pushed Kelly back on the bed. She landed on her back and bounced a few times on the mattress. Marcos followed her down, straddling her trim hips. From her submissive position, Kelly watched as two large hands grasped the neckline of her tank top and ripped it down the middle, leaving the top in tatters. His fingers quickly found the clasp to her bra and released it, pushing the D-cups aside and exposing her distended nipples.

Kelly's eyes closed and she moaned in delight at the rough treatment. Coarse hands cupped her heaving breasts, pushing them together to form a deep cleavage. When Marcos leaned down and took a thick nipple between his lips, one of Kelly's hands clamped behind his head, pulling him tight against her. He sucked hard on her nipple, drawing it between his scraping teeth, before moving to the other nipple, offering it the same treatment. Kelly continued to moan, and Marcos could feel her hips squirming beneath him.

"Told you they were real. Satisfied?" she breathed after a few minutes of Marcos' ministrations.

"Shut up, slut," he replied, releasing the nipple from between his teeth. He let her gigantic tits fall from his grasp, watching as they wobbled atop her chest. He moved down her body and roughly pulled the button of her jeans loose, causing the zipper to fall of its own accord. Without waiting for Kelly to raise her hips, he aggressively pulled the Seven's over her trim hips and down her lithe legs.

He flicked the Manolo's off her cute little feet, and heard them clatter to the hardwood floor. Pulling the jeans over her feet, Marcos threw them behind him. They landed atop a dresser, colliding with a framed picture of Kelly and Mike on their wedding day. Both Marcos and Kelly heard the frame crash to the floor, the glass shattering, but neither paid it any attention.

Like her slutty tank top, Kelly's thong didn't stand a chance against Marcos' savagery. He ripped it from her waist and Kelly winced when one of the leg bands cut into her skin. Marcos tossed the thong over his shoulder, where it fluttered to the floor in a shredded state. 

He wasted no time before burying his face between Kelly's legs. There was no foreplay, no romance. Instead, Marcos' tongue went right for its goal: Mrs. MacGuire's bald pussy. It parted her labia and attempted to burrow into her cunt. "Oh, gawd," he heard her moan when his tongue invaded her. As it slipped between her lips, Marcos tasted the sweet tanginess of Kelly's cunt juice. He collected some on his tongue and withdrew it, sliding it up and down the cheating wife's hairless slit, lubricating her outer lips.

He moved his head up and captured Kelly's engorged clit between his lips, and sucked. Kelly's hands shot behind Marcos' head, pulling his face tighter against her leaking cunt. "Ooohhh," she groaned. As his tongue roamed over and around Kelly's throbbing clit, Marcos slipped his hands under her legs and brought them around to rest on her stomach. Opening his eyes and looking up Mrs. MacGuire's athletic body, Marcos was able to see her beautiful face, framed by her mountainous tits. Kelly's eyes were screwed tightly shut, and her tongue occasionally darted out to lick her shiny red lips.

When Marcos sucked her clit between his teeth, roughly scraping the sensitive bud, Kelly's soft lips opened in a silent scream, and she bucked her hips repeatedly into Marcos face. He managed to hold her relatively steady as he continued the assault on the adulterous vagina. Her clit trapped securely between his lips and teeth, Marcos shook his head back and forth, back and forth, much like a dog with a bone.

Kelly's poor clit couldn't take any more cruelty. Her hands fell from the back of Marcos' head to the comforter that covered the bed, grasping it tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her firm ass rose from the mattress, slamming her groin into Marcos' face, as an orgasm overtook her. "Ooooohhhhh," she moaned, her head lolling back and forth. "Ooohhh, shiiiittt. I'm cumming!" Her hair, now damp with perspiration, stuck to her face, masking her features. Marcos refused to release Kelly's clit from his mouth, and her body continued to tremble as she rode through her orgasm.

As Kelly came down, Marcos released her clit from his grip, and quickly got up. He started pulling the comforter off the bed, pulling Kelly with it in the process. She rolled to one side and comforter, along with the top sheet, was quickly deposited on the floor. Marcos climbed back on the bed, and rolled Kelly onto her stomach. With his knees, he coaxed her legs apart, and slipped a hand over her the tight cheeks of her ass, feeling for her sopping cunt.

"Feel better now, slut?" he taunted the married woman, two fingers sliding up and down her soaked labia, occasionally bumping into her clit.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Kelly muttered. Her face was pushed into the mattress, muffling her voice. Perspiration shone across her back. With Marcos' manipulation of her clit, her hips were rotating in a sensual circle. Her breathing, somewhat calmed after her orgasm, nevertheless remained labored. When Marcos increased the pressure he was applying to her clit, spreading her leaking fluids over the engorged bud, her breathing again increased, and he watched as her manicured fingers gripped the bed sheet, squeezing tight.

"What a treat you are, Mrs. MacGuire," he intoned, almost in a whisper. "I never would have guessed you were such a fuckin' whore, though I suppose the writing across your chest was a dead giveaway, huh?"

"Uhh-uhh," Kelly barely got out. Marcos marveled at the sight below him. This married tramp was laid out before him. Her tanned legs were spread, allowing him access to her sloppy pussy. Her tight ass was staring him in the face, and her gargantuan tits – yes, they're real – squished out from beneath her torso. Her dirty blond hair, damp with sweat, was in complete disarray. Above her head, her hands were wrapped around the bed sheet, her wedding and engagement rings sparkling in the light cast from a bedside lamp. Marcos' cock throbbed in his tight jeans.

"Stay right where you are, Mrs. MacGuire," he demanded, hopping off the bed. Marcos kicked off his boots, quickly shed his jeans and boxers, and pulled his tee-shirt over his head. When he got back on the bed, he again positioned himself between Kelly's wide-spread legs, and slapped one of her ass cheeks, then the other.

"Mmmmm," he heard her moan.

He was about to brace himself above her body and run his cock along the slick folds of Kelly's cunt, but he paused. "You like that, Mrs. MacGuire? You like being spanked?"

"Mmm-hmm," she responded.

Marcos spanked her again, and heard a sharp intake of breath. Placing his hands by her shoulders, he hovered over Kelly's prone body, and allowed his thick cock to dangle right above her upturned ass. He moved down a little and then dragged the tip of his cock up the crevice of Kelly's firm, tanned ass, stopping when it reached the apex. Dragging the cockhead back down, Kelly squirmed beneath him.

"Whaddya want, Mrs. MacGuire?" he taunted her as his cockhead moved down between her legs. He could feel the heat and moisture of her cunt lips beckoning him.

"I want you inside me," she answered in a muffled voice, her face still buried in the bed sheet.

"What? I can't hear you," he teased the corrupt wife and mother.

Kelly pulled her face from the mattress and looked over her shoulder at him. With her left hand, she brushed the hair away from her face, diamonds glittering. "Fuck me, asshole! I want you to fuck my cunt!"

Marcos allowed his cock to drop a little further, and it slid along the furrow of Kelly's slit, gathering lubrication as it went.

"You sure, Mrs. MacGuire? You sure you want my cock in your married hole?" he continued to tease.

Kelly's head fell back to the mattress, but she managed to respond with a hiss, "Yyeess. Fuck me! Please, fuck me!"

"I don't have any rubbers, Mrs. MacGuire. Still wanted me to fuck you?"

"Mmm-hmm," she muttered, her hips rotating around, trying to coax Marcos' cock into her depths.

"You on the pill, Mrs. MacGuire?"

"No, goddammit!" she almost yelled. "Just fuck me! I don't care about rubbers or the pill! I just want you to fuck me!" she pleaded.

Marcos adjusted his angle, and pushed forward, feeling his cockhead part Kelly's saturated labia and enter her overheating hole. Instead of pulling back, Marcos continued to push his shaft into the tight, bald vagina. He pushed slowly but firmly, pulling her cunt lips in with him. Kelly breathed heavy, and her grip on the sheets increased. Her knuckles again turned white.

"Stop!" she almost screamed. "Jesus, pull out, please. Pull out, and then try to push in." Her voice was pleading, whining.

Marcos halted his assault, and slowly pulled the length of his shaft from her slutty hole. But as soon as he felt the head about to pop out, he again pushed in, violently this time. The first several inches of his shaft were already lubricated, and easily slipped into Kelly's unprotected cunt. The remaining inches managed to stretch her vaginal walls by sheer force. Marcos' groin crashed against Kelly's upturned ass and he watched as ripples formed along her exquisite ass cheeks.

"Ooohhh, fuck," she groaned at the invasion. "Ohmigod!"

Marcos again pulled back, but fully lubricated now, he started hammering the slippery cunt in a quick, steady rhythm. He lowered his body so that he was laying along Kelly's back. His hands, no longer holding him up, slipped beneath her body and cupped her squished tits. He mauled them, squeezing them roughly, feeling the flesh ooze between his fingers. So close to Kelly's face, he could hear her uneven breathing, could see the sweat collecting along the nape of her neck.

His thick rod slipping in and out of Kelly's pussy, Marcos found her nipples, and he managed to pinch them between his thumbs and forefingers. This brought a groan from between Kelly's lips, and her head rolled to face the other way. "Ooohhh, shit," he heard her hiss. "Pinch them . . . harder, asshole! Pinch 'em!"

Marcos tried to comply with the whore's demands, but it was awkward with his hands trapped beneath her quivering body. Still pounding at her adulterous cunt, he slipped his hands out from under her, and pulled her arms closer to their faces; the bed sheet came with them, ripped from the top of the mattress. Marcos' left hand reached out and grabbed her left hand, toying with the rings on her finger.

"Big diamond," he grunted in her ear, his tongue licking the earlobe, hot breath caressing her inner ear.

Kelly jammed her ass back against Marcos' invading phallus. "Big cock." She, too, grunted.

"Husband buy this for you?" he whispered.

Her eyes eased open, and she watched Marcos – though she still didn't know his name – fiddle with her engagement ring. Chills coursed up Kelly's spine. "Yeah," she managed to grunt out, her eyes fixated on Marcos' fingers playing with her rings.

"He know you're doing this?" Kelly didn't respond, but merely shook her head. "He know you're a fucking slut?"

Kelly groaned, and her body shuddered at the degradation. "No," she whimpered.

"But you are, aren't you? You are a whore, aren't you?" Marcos continued to taunt.

Kelly again slammed her pelvis back against Marcos' thick cock. "What . . . do . . . you . . . think?" she managed to groan with each backward thrust.

"I think," Marcos began, still in a whisper, but with growing volume as his cock battered into Kelly's spoken-for pussy, "that you . . . are a nasty . . . fucking . . . slut . . . housewife. . . . That's . . . what . . . I . . . think!" Marcos felt Kelly tremble beneath him.

"You like it . . . when I call you . . . a whore . . . Mrs. MacGuire?" Kelly let out a long, guttural groan. "You do, don't you?" Kelly merely nodded her head as Marcos thick cock maintained it's even but rapid pummeling of her cunt. "Do you want me . . . to call you Kelly . . . or Mrs. MacGuire?" Marcos asked the cheating whore.

"Mrs. MacGuire," Kelly grunted from beneath him.

"Why . . . why do you want me . . . to call you Mrs.?"

"Because," she grunted, as Marcos shoved his cock in her to the root, preventing her from finishing the thought. "Because it reminds me . . . that I'm . . . a filthy . . . fuckin' . . . wife . . . and mother . . . and that I shouldn't . . . be doing . . . this."

Marcos pushed himself up into a kneeling position behind the nasty housewife, his cock still ensconced on her snug, overheated cunt. Grabbing onto her hips, he increased the pace of his fucking, and watched with satisfaction as Kelly's ass cheeks rippled with the onslaught. Her hands once again gripped the bed sheet, pulling it further off the mattress corners. "Ooohhh, fu . . . fuck," she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, hair whipping back and forth. "Ohmigod . . . you fuck . . . me . . . soooo . . . . fuckin' . . . goooooood." Kelly could barely manage stringing two words together.

Marcos brought a hand back and spanked her hard on the ass. Kelly's body convulsed at the abuse, spurned on by the wickedness of being laid prone on her marital bed, her ass being slapped by a stranger as his thick cock buried itself in the vagina she had pledged for her husband's use only.

Marcos looked down and saw a bright red mark on Kelly's ass, forming a perfect depiction of his hand. He added another one to the other ass cheek, and Kelly squealed in delight. Her head whipped around and her eyes bore into Marcos'. "Keep doing that," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Keep fucking . . . spanking me! I love it . . . love being spanked . . . like a naughty . . . wife should be!" Marcos obliged, and levied two or three more spanks on her ass cheeks, now glowing from the punishment. Kelly's body began to quiver, and he roughly grabbed her hips again, plowing his thick cock in and out of the married hole.

But Kelly's quivering soon devolved into the shakes as a second orgasm washed over her little body. "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god," she breathed. "Cumming, I'm cumming again, oh shiiiiiiitttttttt!" She twisted away from Marcos, reveling in the exquisite pleasure that washed through her unfaithful cunt, up her spine and overloaded her brain. In the process, Marcos' cock slipped from the hot folds of Kelly's pussy.




Lincoln Park Mommy Ch. 07



As he rolled her onto her back, Kelly, her eyes screwed shut, worked her left hand between her legs and rapidly rubbed her clit. Marcos kicked her legs apart and as he moved between them, he watched the bright red nails dance across the inflamed bud, the wedding and engagement rings sparkling.

But Marcos wanted his cock back in her slick cunt, and he knee-walked further between her legs. His cock came to rest on the back of Kelly's vigorously massaging hand. Kelly opened her eyes at his touch, and she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, gently tugging it, staring at the purple head. "You want it in you again, don't you, Mrs. MacGuire? You want my thick cock stretching your unprotected hole, huh?" Without answering him, Kelly angled Marcos' cock down toward her gaping hole, staring him in the eyes all the while. When Marcos pushed the thick head past her cunt lips, Kelly's eyes rolled into her head, and a deep moan escaped from her throat.

He readjusted his position, and slid the length of his cock into Kelly's glistening bald cunt, brutally crushing her clit between their pelvises. "Uuuggghhh," she moaned at the pleasure-pain that shot up to her brain. "Yyyeeesss!" Marcos pulled back, readjusted again, and bent down to take a thick nipple between his teeth, burying his cock back into the nasty hole as he did so. "Ohmi . . . ohmigod!"

Marcos switched from one distended nipple to the next, roughly biting the sensitive, protruding flesh. "Bite 'em, asshole! Bite harder!" Kelly lusted for this, to be taken by a total stranger on the bed she shared with her husband, to have her overused cunt stretched, her nipples sucked and bitten and twisted and abused. "Fuck, yyeeessss!" she hissed.

Marcos let a battered nipple fall from his mouth, and sucked the whole areola-nipple combination into his mouth. Inside, his hot tongue swirled around the inflamed nipple, soothing it. He heard a sharp intake of breath through Kelly's soft, red lips. "Ohmigod," she whispered. He sucked harder on Kelly's massive tit, trying to draw as much of it into his mouth as he could. Common sense told him there was no way the entire thing would fit, but he sucked until his mouth was full of titflesh. With a loud pop, he released one tit, and started on the other. "You are so fuckin' nasty," she whispered.

Beneath him, Kelly's hips squirmed under the punishment that Marcos was laying on her married cunt. Kelly was stretched enough by now to easily accommodate Marcos' thick cock, but her cunt lips were wrapped tightly around the invading shaft, and were pulled so taut that her clit was exposed to his pubic bone every time it crashed into her.

Marcos released her second tit from the suction of his mouth, and as it wobbled atop her chest, he bit lightly at the skin surrounding Kelly's goose-bumped areola and engorged nipple. "Ouch!" Kelly winced in pain, but the pain quickly dissipated in favor of the pleasure she was feeling in the depths of her abused cunt.

Wanting a different angle, Marcos raised himself off Kelly's body, leaving her tits and nipples to some peace for the moment. Still stroking his cock between the sloppy folds of her cunt, Marcos pulled Kelly's legs up to his shoulders and hugged them close to his body. Kelly groaned at the deeper penetration afforded by this position, but quickly missed having her clit crushed and battered, hidden now as it was.

Marcos allowed his cock to sink deep into Kelly's hairless cunt several times, hugging her legs tightly. He looked down on her body, and his cock pulsed at the sight of her tan-lined tits wobbling on her slim torso, the thick, reddened nipples jutting upward like beacons.

Unable to resist further abuse of her monster tits, Marcos leaned forward a little and placed his hands, palms open, over her nipples and areola, squeezing and rubbing and pushing. Kelly cringed as her tits were squished under the pressure of Marcos' mitt-like hands. "Easy," she muttered, her brain still fogged by the invading cock that was stretching her inner walls. Marcos lifted up a little, relieving some of the pressure, but just as quickly wrapped each huge hands around a tit, squeezing hard. He again felt the titflesh ooze between his fingers, and his cock pulsated at the wondrous sensation.

Marcos increased the pace at which his cock hammered at Kelly's dripping cunt, and he squeezed her tits even tighter in his hands. "Ow," she grunted. "Not so hard." Marcos ignored the whiny pleas of the corrupt wife, and sliced his cock even faster between her cunt lips.

Almost in pain now, Kelly tried to pull Marcos' strong hands from her flattened tits. "Let go," she mewled, squirming beneath him, trying to loosen his agonizing grip on her tits. Unfortunately he was too strong for her.

But Marcos looked down and saw Kelly's fingers, tipped with bright red nails, trying to pry his hands loose. Her engagement ring and wedding bands sparkled in the dim light of the room. 

Marcos loved fucking married women. In his profession, if you could call it that, the opportunity arose often. Usually he passed up the opportunity, as more often than not the women hitting on him were not in the least attractive. Typically, there were overweight or foul or way too old (or at least looked way too old). But here and there, opportunities arose with women like Kelly MacGuire. Beautiful women in their twenties or thirties or even forties with firm butts and big tits. They smelled nice and were well-groomed.

When women like this, women like Kelly MacGuire, presented themselves, he never let them pass. He loved taking them in their homes, on the beds they shared with their husbands. He never failed to play with their wedding rings, to remind them of their married status as his cock shoved into their cunts, parting and stretching their lips. He called them "Mrs." and refused to wear a rubber. To the outside world, they were all class. To Marcos, there were trophy's to be won, holes to be stretched.

So when Marcos saw Kelly's hand, adorned with the huge diamond ring, trying to remove his hands from her tits, he groaned, and pulled his cock from her steaming hole. Releasing her abused globes, Marcos elbowed her legs apart and moved up further on Kelly's body, taking his cock in hand and stroking it over her tanned, taut belly, ready to cum on her stomach.

But Kelly slapped his hand away and let the fingers of her left hand encircle – almost – the thick shaft. Saturated as it was in her own cunt juices, Kelly's fingers slid smoothly and effortlessly over the skin of Marcos' engorged shaft. She tightened her grip and brutally shucked her dainty hand up and down the pulsing rod, the diamonds of her rings glittering in the faint light of the room.

Staring at the angry cock that slid smoothly in her fist, Kelly lost sight of the rest of the world. She was in her element now. Nothing else mattered. The only thing she saw, the only thing she cared about, was the cock in her hand. It wasn't long, but it was thick, it was fat, it was engorged with blood, and it was angry. Pre-cum leaked from the tip and aided her efforts.

She felt the veins of the shaft on the pads of her fingers. She watched as the light from the bedside lamp caught the 3-karat diamond of her engagement ring and the many smaller stones imbedded in her wedding bands. Occasionally, the veins of Marcos' cock would catch her rings, and a bright light would glitter in her eye for just a moment.

This was her element. Her hand – the one with the rings her husband gave her – wrapped around the thick, twitching cock of a man whose name she did not know. On her back on the bed she shared with her husband, not a stitch of clothing hiding her luscious body. Her cunt stretched from having been fucked by a stranger. Her nipples throbbing not just from excitement, but from the punishment they had endured.

Most wives live for their husbands or their children. Some live for their jobs. Some live for all three. But Kelly lived for her infidelity. She lived to fuck men she didn't even know. She lived for this, lived for having her left hand wrapped around a fat cock that pointed directly at her beautiful face, for feeling cum slap against her skin or shoot in her unprotected cunt.

Subconsciously, lost in her thoughts, Kelly had increased the pace of her stroking. She was ripped from her reverie when she saw Marcos' cockhead go purple and shiny. This transformation was followed soon thereafter by a string of thick, milky cum being shot from the tip of his cock, landing in an almost perfect line from her belly button up to the valley created by her heaving tits. "Yyyeeesss," she hissed, mesmerized by the thick cock erupting and disgorging its scalding sperm onto her body. "Cum for me, asshole! Cum all over my little body!"

The second burst of sperm was less than perfect, creating a squiggly line that began at the areola of her left tit and crossed her stomach to her right hip, before sliding off her body and onto the bed sheets. Kelly maintained the merciless tugging of the spewing cock, and was rewarded with three or four additional bursts of cum. By the time Marcos' cock was spent, cum had pooled in her belly button, covered a large portion of her taut stomach, and masked significant amounts of her oversized tits. Her left hand was covered in sperm, and it dripped down her fingers to cover her engagement ring and wedding bands.

Marcos pulled his cock from Kelly's grasp and fell to his back beside her, still panting from exertion. Next to him, Kelly ran her fingers over her stomach and tits, spreading the cum around. Occasionally, she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking sperm from her fingernails and from the crevices of her rings.

After a few moments, Kelly climbed from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Marcos heard water running and, a few minutes later, Kelly reappeared in the doorway, running a large, white, fluffy towel across her chest and between her legs. "Can you get it up again?" she said, leaning against the doorframe, her eyes hooded.

Marcos rolled towards her voice, lying on his side. His thick, semi-erect cock rested along his thigh; a droplet of sperm fell from the tip and landed on the bed sheet. "Try me, Mrs. MacGuire."

Kelly "hmph"ed, and pushed herself off the doorframe. Crossing the room, she climbed back onto the bed she shared with her husband and crawled toward Marcos. He closed his eyes as Kelly's flaxen hair brushed against his thighs. His cock stirred when Kelly planted light kisses up the insides of his legs. Blood rushed to his sticky shaft as he anticipated the silky warmth of Kelly's mouth engulfing him.

Marcos spent the next two hours or so pleasuring Kelly's drunken body. At various times, she found herself on all fours on her bed or on the floor, or bent over the sink in the master bathroom, or straddling Marcos' prone body on the bed she shared with her husband.

Despite having cum already, Marcos managed to deposit another load of cum across her sweaty, massive tits, a third that coated the lower portion of her face, and a fourth that percolated in her unfaithful, unprotected cunt. In the space of a few hours, Kelly MacGuire had gone from a sweet-smelling, well-groomed wife and mother to a defiled and abused slut. Her cunt walls were sore from having been repeatedly stretched by Marcos' thick cock. Her nipples glowed red from the abuse levied upon them by Marcos' teeth. Her tits and ass revealed tell-tale signs of having been roughly squeezed, spanked, slapped and bitten.

And when Kelly had passed out from exhaustion, Marcos decided it was time for him to leave. He rose from her bed and pulled his pants and shoes on, then his shirt over his head. He walked out of the bedroom without looking back, and bounded down the stairs and out the front door.

Kelly slept through her alarm the next morning. The enormous amount of alcohol she had consumed and the three-hour fuck-session had zapped her energy. She was still passed out when the town car bringing Mike home from the airport pulled up in front of their walk-up. Neither his keys in the front door nor his shoes ascending the stairs pulled her from her alcohol induced slumber.

Mike thought it unusual that Kelly was still in bed at this hour. The lights were off in the living room and kitchen when he walked in. He set his briefcase and suitcase at the bottom of the stairs. "Hello?" He walked back toward the kitchen and television room to ensure that no one was awake, and then returned to the bottom of the stairs.

He climbed the stairs and paused at the doorway to Evelyn's bedroom. Peeking in, her saw her eyes open, and brighten at the sight of him. A smile spread across his face, and he went in and pulled her from her crib, kissing her forehead in the process. "Where's mommy?" he cooed at her. He kissed her again, and put his child back in her crib.

Mike continued toward the back of the house, to the room he shared with his wife. The door was closed and he went to open it slowly, not wanting to wake her. When the door was halfway open, his efforts ceased, and his blood ran cold.

Kelly was indeed still in bed. But the sight before him turned his blood from ice cold to red hot. The bed sheets were strewn about the floor, accompanied by a pillow or two. Stretched across the bed, half her body on a sheet and the other half on the exposed mattress, was his Kelly. Her legs were askew, and the hairlessness of her pussy exposed the red hue of her cunt lips, which were splayed open, flowering outward. Cum leaked from between them, leaving a faint wet spot on the sheet.

Mike's eyes, fierce with anger now, traveled up his wife's body. Her taut stomach and massive tits were crusty with dried semen. Through the flaky crust, he could make out bruises on her breasts in the form of fingers, and the red bruise-like marks that encircled her areolas. Looking closer, Mike noticed a few bite marks surrounding her raw nipples, still standing erect in the cool air of the bedroom.

As Mike's nostrils flared and he was ready to erupt, Kelly shifted from her back to her side, facing away from him. Like her breasts, her firm bottom glowed red from newly inflicted bruises, handprints overlaying other handprints.

Mike stood there in shock. He took it all in, or tried to, but it was too much. He had never seen his wife like this. His heart and his mind found it hard to accept what his gut would not allow him to deny. His wife was a fucking whore.

Mike stifled the immediate desire to scream, to throw things, to grab her and shake her. Instead, he quietly backed out of the room and walked back toward Evelyn's bedroom. He quietly shut her door and returned to the bedroom that he had shared with his wife, his presumably innocent and loving mate. Stepping into the room, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it.

Only then did Mike MacGuire unleash his desire to scream.

* * *

Dan learned all of this a week or so after his rendezvous with Dave. Like her ears were burning, Kelly called Dan at home the following Friday night. He was sitting at home, staying in for the night after a long week at the office. His home phone rang, and the Caller ID screen read simply "Private." He answered, "Hello?"

After a moment of silence, "Dan? It's . . . its Kelly." Her sweet voice was soft, tentative.

"Hey, Kelly," he said, sitting up on his couch. He hoped the sympathy in his voice was not as obvious to her as it sounded to him. "Long time, no talk."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Some things . . . uh . . . some things happened to me and I sort of hermitted myself away for a few months."

"Mmmm," he responded, noncommittally. When Kelly didn't continue, Dan did. "So, tell me. What's up?"

"Well, a few weeks after I last saw you, Mike . . . Mike caught me . . . cheating on him." She paused, and when Dan remained silent, she continued. "I went to this bachelorette party for a friend of mine and . . . ." Kelly recounted the events described above.

When she finished, Dan's cock was throbbing underneath his boxers. He rubbed himself, but quickly pulled his hand away. Any more contact, and he would have ejaculated in his boxers. Pavlov's dogs, probably: his brain had become accustomed to listening to Kelly's voice relate stories of debauchery and infidelity and cumming at the conclusion. He muttered, "Jesus, Kelly. So what happened? What did Mike do?"

"What did he do? What didn't he do is probably the better question. He screamed and he yelled and he threatened. I expected him to cry because of the pain I had caused him, but he didn't, not the whole time I stayed at the house that afternoon. He told me, yelled at me, really, 'You're a fuckin' whore, Kelly! I want you out of here now! Not later tonight, not tomorrow! Right fucking now!' He was screaming, and I was crying. Fitting I guess, since I'm the one who hurt him, who betrayed him."

"Hmm." Dan merely grunted.

"He also told me that I was dead to him. That he felt no sorrow, no pain, only anger, and that he never wanted to see me again. We were still in the bedroom; I had pulled the sheets over my body, trying to hide the bite marks and the bruises. When he was done, he pointed to the door and screamed at me: 'Get the fuck out right now!' I quickly got dressed and went to go get Evelyn, but he grabbed my arm. 'Don't even think about it, you fuckin' slut,' he hissed. 'She's mine, and you'll be lucky if you ever see her again.' I felt defeated. I knew he was right, and so I gathered a few belongings and left. I went to my parents' house for the night."

"Yeah? And how'd that go?"

A forlorn chuckle. "Not very well. I felt I had to tell them everything, and I did. My mom cried, and my dad remained silent. But they were good about it. 'You're our daughter,' they said, 'and we'll support you no matter what.' Mike sent me an e-mail the next morning, informing me I could get the rest of my things from the house the next day. A friend of his would meet me there and watch what I took. So I went back to the house – for the last time ever, it turned out – and got my clothes and some other personal things. Jerry, Mike's friend, watched me the whole time. He even cataloged everything I took.

"And when I left, he shut the door behind me. As the door was shutting, you know what he said to me? He said, 'Good riddance, whore.' It was so humiliating." Kelly sighed deeply. "Mike softened up just a little, and let me see Evelyn for a few hours on Christmas Eve day, as long as his sister was there. More humiliation; it was so embarrassing, and the hatred in her eyes? You can't imagine it."

Another sigh. "But he filed for divorce the day after Christmas. My lawyer tells me that you can get a no-fault divorce in Illinois, but that's not what Mike asked for. He asked for a fault divorce, or whatever you call it. He said in the papers that I had cheated on him, and that was why he was asking for the divorce. I can't really fight it, and I'm not. He can have the house and all the stuff; I don't care about those things. I just want visitation rights with Evelyn. My lawyer says I should have no problem getting that, so I'm crossing my fingers."

"I'm so sorry, Kelly." Dan really meant it. "I hope it turns out well for you."

"Yeah, me, too," she responded softly, reflectively. "But I hope you're not apologizing for your own involvement. This had nothing to do with you, Dan. It would have happened anyway. I was on an out-of-control freight train, hurtling as fast as possible toward my own self-destruction. At least that's what my shrink says, and I agree with him."

"So, what have you been doing since all this happened?"

"Well, I'm back to work full-time. I need to be. I need to be able to support myself. I resigned my part-time position with the company, and took a full-time job with another consulting outfit. Good pay, good benefits. Not that I need any benefits; it's just me now. I stayed with my parents for a month or so, sulking and feeling sorry for myself, trying to figure out if I could salvage this whole thing. I didn't even go to Donna's wedding; I couldn't bear to face all those people that undoubtedly knew what happened, what I did. I tried to reconcile with Mike, but he wouldn't even return my calls. Not that I blame him. I really fucked this whole thing up big time." Dan could hear her voice catch, and assumed (rightly) that she was fighting back tears.