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Lynn and Bobby Ch. 01

By: LynnGKS



Chapter 1

The Fetish: The Measure of a Man

Bill was my best friend. We were in high school together. We were roommates in college. We fucked the same girls -- trading them off, and even on occasion both of us fucking the same girl in our dorm room. We got married within a year of each other -- to two beautiful ladies. My marriage to Lynn lasted. We were deeply in love. We were happy. 

Bill's marriage was happy at first, and then troubled. He was divorced in a couple of years. Then, Bill started fucking my wife! He fucked her for four months. She wanted to fuck him. She fell in love with his dick! But she stayed in love with me! Now how the hell did something that dumb, that stupid, that weird, happen? Well, here's the story.

After Bill's divorce, Lynn and I tried to cheer him up. We had him over for dinner several times a week. After dinner, we always had a few drinks -- maybe a joint -- and, sometimes got into the hot tub. Hey -- San Diego? That's routine. My wife, Lynn, is a good-looking woman. Big breasts. Narrow waist. Shapely ass. A thick, curly-haired, brunet, beaver. But, I never thought twice about Bill looking at her naked. What I should have thought about, was Lynn - looking at Bill. 

Unfortunately, Lynn had a fetish that neither of us suspected. Bill was hung like a stallion. In college, some of the girls he fucked were really turned on by the size of his cock. I remember one redhead who couldn't leave him alone. I had watched him fuck girls in our dorm room, and his equipment was really impressive. By comparison, my dick was only about half his size! 

Lynn had never said anything about my cock. She wasn't a virgin when we married, but I think she had had only a couple of guys, before me. I thought our sex life was good. We fucked several times a week. Most of the time she had orgasms. Nothing spectacular, but nice, quiet orgasms. I had no idea what a fetish was. But, after she saw Bill in the hot tub, her fetish got to her. I didn't know that what she was seeing was turning her on -- what it was doing to her head.

Finally she came out with it. She laughed and said, "I'll bet he was popular with the girls in college. You two were room mates weren't you?" 

I said, yes, we were, and she said, "Did he ever bring girls, up to your room?"

I said, yes he did. And then, she said, "He's really hung. How big is that damn thing, when he gets it ready for action." 

I thought she was just joking. I had no idea what his cock was doing to her brain, so I said, "I sure a hell haven't measured but he claims it's over nine inches -- maybe ten. Hell, he's almost twice as big as I am, and a lot thicker." I thought she would laugh. She didn't. She just took a deep breath, and said nothing.

Two nights later, in the hot tub, I went into the kitchen to get some more ice for our drinks, and when I looked out the window, she was standing close to him, her hands under the water, very obviously, playing with his dick. I just stood there a minute or two, watching them, remembering the girls I had known in college who were turned on by his big dick. 

When I came back with the ice, they moved casually apart. As I bent over to set down the ice bucket, I looked at him, under the water and his cock was hard.

Well, she asked how big it was. Now I guess she knew! 

The following Saturday night we were in the hot tub, I made a point to spend a lot of time in the kitchen -- mixing drinks, getting more ice, and so on. I gave her plenty of time. I needed to find out what the hell was going on. I could look out the window without being seen. I must have left them alone a half dozen times and every time, she moved over to him and started to play with his dick. She was the aggressor. He didn't touch her. He just stood there and smiled at her while she played with it. She kept playing with it until I came back outside. Houston, we have a problem, I thought.

When I came home from work the following Monday, she mixed me a drink, and said, "Sit down. We need to talk." 

I said, "What about."

"First, let me tell you that I love you very much. You gotta believe that."

I nodded. "Okay, I believe that. So what else!"

She was honest and brutally frank. "Bill came over here this afternoon. And, we fucked! And, we're going to fuck again."

I wasn't quite sure what to say, so I just sat there, silent.

"I will answer any questions you want to ask me," she said.

So what do you ask your wife when she tells you she just fucked your best friend, a couple of hours ago? I wasn't angry. I wasn't even jealous. I was scared. I was terrified! I loved her. I didn't want to lose her.

"Do you love him?"

"No. I love that huge cock. It's twice the size of yours. He gave me two unbelievable orgasms this afternoon! Orgasms like I've never had in my entire life! Like I've only had in my fantasies."

My God! What the hell was this? What the hell should I do? 

"Do you want a divorce?"

She shook her head. "No. I love you. I want to stay married to you. This is about sex, not love. I'm no fool. Bill will get tired of me in a few months -- just like all his other girl friends. Just like his wife. Then he'll dump me. When he's finished with me I'll be desolate, but I love you and I want to stay with you, if you'll have me, after he's finished with me. 

Well, that was something, I guess. Bill would leave me with a well-used wife. I could keep her if I wanted to. The problem was, I wanted to. And, I didn't seem to have much choice. "But, you're going to fuck him?" I said.

She nodded. "Yes. I'm going to fuck him as much as I can."

I didn't know what to say. "There's nothing I can do about it?" I asked.

"No. You don't understand. I don't understand, myself. Since I was a young girl, I've always fantasized about a big, rock hard cock like that, but I've never been close to one before. I guess I never thought a cock could ever get that big. It's as though, somehow, this is my one chance for real sex. Sex I've never known before, except in my imagination. Sex I may never have a chance to know again. My one chance! I know that sounds crazy, but that's how I feel. And I'm desperate."

I sat there a moment, not knowing what to say. Just looking off across the room and thinking about Bill's big, cock, pounding in and out, of my lovely wife. I had seen him fuck girls in our dorm in college. He was brutal. He was going to use her just like he'd used the others. She didn't understand that. What the hell could I do? What could I say to her to change her mind?

"Please, say something," she said after a minute of silence. 

I sat there, wordless.

"Do you want me to move out?" she asked.

If she moved out, she would move in with him. The thought of him taking her to his place -- using her, then dumping her -- sending her back to me - that thought hurt like hell. But, more important -- our friends would find out that she was living with him. Then she would not be merely his private whore -- but a public whore! Our marriage would be over. How the hell could I save our marriage? 

"No," I said.

"So, you want me to just go to his place?" she asked. 

Going to his place was the same. There would be overnights. Our friends would certainly find out! They would surely discover she was having an affair with him! That would be the end of our marriage. And, the thought of them, fucking in his apartment. Me, not knowing when. That thought would drive me crazy! 

Again, I said, "No."

Her face showed surprise. She thought a minute. "You want us to do it here?" She asked in disbelief. 

I paused and said, "Look, I don't want our friends to know what's going on. I don't want them to think you're a whore! So, yes, if you have to fuck him, then fuck him here. I want our friends to think he's just a close friend of ours that we are helping after his divorce."

She just shook her head, in disbelief. "Jesus. - Holy -- Jesus! - I don't believe this. You're gonna watch us fuck -- to keep it secret? I can't believe you really want to watch him fuck me. Believe me baby! I just fucked him two hours ago. It ain't pretty. You don't want to see that! You really don't want to see that! Besides, he won't do it, never, never."

I shook my head. "If you're going to fuck him -- do it here." 

******

The next day, I got a call from Bill, to join him for lunch. We got a quiet booth and had a drink with lunch, not saying much. He began to talk after the second drink arrived. "I fucked your wife yesterday. She said she told you about it." 

Well, that was direct enough. I nodded.

"You're a lucky guy. That's good pussy." He laughed. I was getting uncomfortable, but he was enjoying this. He paused, then, "She said you told her I could fuck her at your place. You didn't want us to go anywhere else. Right?"

I nodded, again. "That's right."

"You don't want you friends to know?"

I looked down at my drink. "That's right." 

He paused a moment in thought, then continued, "You don't know what's going on here, do you? I mean, what's really going on?"

What was he talking about? Of course I knew what was going on. My best friend was fucking my wife. And my wife wanted to fuck him. And I was trying to save our marriage. That's what was going on. I heard her voice. Bill came over here this afternoon. And, we fucked! And, we're going to fuck again. Lynn wants to fuck him! That's what's going on. 

"What do you mean, what's going on?"

Bill looked down. Then up at me. He was thinking. "You need to know something, that I guess you don't know. Did you know that your wife has a fetish?"

"A what?"

"A fetish -- look it up! You remember that horny redheaded bitch, we fucked in our Junior year? The one you said had a big, red, bushy, curly-haired, beaver that turned you on. We made her run around our room buck naked in spike heels. Remember?"

I remembered, we both fucked her a lot that year. I nodded.

"Well, she had a fetish for big dicks. My cock drove her wild. Lynn's voice again in my head ... I love that huge cock ... twice the size of yours ... She did anything I told her to do. She was thirty-five or forty, married, two kids - but she was desperate to fuck me, every chance she got." 

"I didn't know she was married."

"She was. Her husband was an executive in a big company that had offices near the college. Two kids in high school."

"I didn't know that, either." I kept shaking my head. Where the hell was he going with this? What was his point? 

He paused a moment. "Well, every time that horny bitch spread her legs for me, she always told me two things: How much she loved her husband -- and, how much she needed my big dick! She had a fetish for big dicks! It's real! It's in the books. Get on the net. Look it up." 

"In the books? What ... What do you mean?"

"Just go on the net and look up 'fetish.' Stick to the medical stuff -- don't bother with the porn. You'll find it. It's real!"

"Jesus," was all I could think to say as I sat there shaking my head.

"Read it. As they say -- 'Some girls are like that.'" Then he started to laugh. "And, boy, am I glad they are. If you're hung, it makes for easy pussy. User-friendly Poon. They ask you for it! Hell, Bobby, they beg you for it! They always tell you they 'need it'. Do you know how good it feels to have a horny bitch beg you for it?" 

He paused and took a sip of his drink, then laughed. "Well, your wife has that same fetish. I've known her for over two years, but I just found out about her fetish last week. From the moment, she saw my dick in the hot tub, she couldn't keep her hands off of it." Her voice in my head saying I love that huge cock. It's twice the size of yours.

"She played with it every chance she got. And, she was horny, just like that redheaded bitch. Your wife wanted to fuck. I didn't proposition her. She propositioned me! And, guess what you loving wife said yesterday, laying on the bed naked, just before she spread those beautiful legs for me."

I was feeling numb. Mumbling. "What did she say?"

"Your wife told me two things. The same two things that horny redheaded bitch, said, over and over. How much she loved her husband (that's you). And, how much she needed a big dick (that's me). Face it Bobby, she loves us both, you and my dick." 

With that he threw his head back and laughed so loudly that people at the next table turned to stare. He leaned close and almost whispered. "It's the fetish. That's why she's gonna make her pussy user-friendly for me." He chuckled, smiling across the table at me.

"Now, Bobby, I was nice to her. I could have made her beg -- I really could have. And it's fun to watch 'em beg, especially a new one when they're just learning how, but I didn't. I respected her. I mean -- she was my best friend's wife. So, I made it easy for her. I just made her say --flat out - that she wanted to fuck me, so I couldn't be accused of starting anything."

I wanted to challenge him. Lynn wouldn't have done that. "What did she say?"

"She invited me over for "lunch" -- and I said -- You don't mean lunch. And she shook her head no. Then I asked her, 'What are you inviting me over for?' She looked me straight in the eye, no hesitation, reached down and cupped my crotch in her hand, and said straight out, 'I want it!' Then she stared down at my crotch." Again I heard her voice in my head saying I love that huge cock ... I need it!

"Now Bobby, that's a proposition, and I didn't make it. That was last Saturday when she said good night to me at the door and you were less than fifteen feet away in the kitchen. She'd been playing with my dick all evening, and it took her less than a minute to proposition me. And I went over there yesterday and I fucked her, and I'm glad I did, because your wife is really good pussy." Her voice again He gave me two unbelievable orgasms. "She's got a tight little pussy. When she comes, it just squeezes my dick like a strong hand."

I looked down again at my drink. I couldn't look him in the eye. I was beat. Helpless. This could not be happening. Not to us. We were in love. We were happy. What could I do? I just asked him very quietly, "So, what do I do?"

He smiled and then laughed. "Do? There's not a damn thing you can do, Bobby boy, you love her. You're trapped. And she's trapped too, by what's in her head and what's in my pants." He paused, smiled, "But, I sure as hell can do something -- I can bang-her, bang-her like-a-drum, and that's exactly what I intend to do to your sexy wife! She showed me yesterday how good she could fuck. And, I'm gonna fuck her Bobby. She's gonna be my personal user-friendly pussy. You're wife's got a tight little pussy now, Bobby, but I'm going to stretch it out for you and when I'm finished with it, it's gonna be big and loose. Don't worry, you can have her back when I'm finished with her, and that pussy's gonna be all yours again." 

He just sat there, across the table, looked at me, and smiling in the most natural, friendly manner you can imagine. Like he was talking about playing bridge. I sat there, beaten. Not knowing what to do. He chuckled, enjoying himself. In all the years I'd known him, I'd never seen him like this. But, he had me. And he knew it. And, if he was right about Lynn, he had her too. He was going to fuck her. He knew I loved her, and, he didn't care. He knew she loved me, and, he didn't care. All he cared about was Poon, user-friendly pussy. The bastard! But, there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

"So, now you understand the deal, lets talk about what we came here to talk about. If she's as horny as I think she is, we're gonna be fuckin' a lot, for about three months. We need a place to fuck. Lynn says we can fuck at your place. You really want to watch me fuck your wife in your own home?" 

What could I say? Her voice again in my head. She had said Believe me baby! I just fucked him two hours ago. It ain't pretty. You don't want to see that! You really don't want to see that!

I just nodded, saying nothing. Staring down at the table.

"Bobby, you're my best friend so I'm going to tell you some things. I've found several gals with the fetish. I look for them. They're hard to spot but I've been lucky. I find one, maybe every year or two. I use 'em up in about three months. Stretch that pussy out for 'em and use 'em up. There's nothing more boring than servicing a used-up bitch who's still horny. I get a little rough with them near the end -- you saw me with that redheaded bitch -- but they always take it to keep me. The same thing's gonna happen with Lynn. She'll be a wreck when I dump her ass -- you saw the redhead -- but, in the end you're gonna get her back when I'm finished with her. But I've never fucked one in front of her husband before. That's new for me and I'm not sure if it'll work out. I'll try it at your place if you want me to. Then we'll see." 

Then I made it clear. "I just don't want anything behind my back. I don't want our friends to know that we are anything other than, just good friends. No scandal. Scandal would destroy our marriage."

"Your friends won't know a thing. I never talk about my Poon. And nothing behind your back? No problem. Hell, you can watch us fuck if you want to. You watched me fuck a lot when we were in college." 

I was still staring down at the table. The only thing I could do was nod, yes.

"Out in the open! Just like you're not there. We'll start tonight! Damn I'm looking forward to that tight little pussy." 

With that, he got up and left, chuckling softly. The arrogant bastard! The brutal, arrogant, bastard. I sat in the restaurant, finishing my drink. My wife - his Poon-Tang. The woman I loved - his private, user-friendly pussy. And she wanted it that way. And I was helpless to do anything about it.

******

From restaurant, to office, to Internet, to ugly truth. It was real. Complete with a set of medical diagnosis numbers and ICD9 medical codes. Different kinds of fetishes of course, men more than women, but women too; simple and complex, mild and severe, harmless and criminal, from toes to tits, from jocks to cocks, but all were real. Some caused trouble -- guys committed burglary to steal dirty panties. Some just caused obsessive fantasies. Some made men aggressive against women, others made women defenseless against men. I found descriptions of a lot of fetishes and one that described Lynn's in detail. There was a lot of psychiatric double talk but it all boiled down to the fact that these women measured a man by the size of his dick. Without a big one he just wasn't a man. So, when they found a big one all their emotions dealing with their need for a man were cut loose and their fantasies took over. They acted out their fantasies. "Acted out" was medical jargon for fucking any big dick available. The condition was situational. "Situational" was more medical jargon, meaning if she sees a big one in the hot tub, she's gonna grab it! Treatment? Sedation. Psychoanalysis. Worthless!

I sat staring at the computer screen with no answers, but now I knew four things for sure: her fetish was a real medical condition; Lynn couldn't help herself; nobody could else could help her; and, Bill was going to fuck her for as long as he wanted to, probably about three months, and then dump her ass. 

I couldn't change it, but maybe I could live through it, just last it out? Three months Bill had said. Preserve our marriage. That was the first priority. To do that I had to preserve her reputation. No living with him. Keep her at home. Keep it secret. No scandal, no trouble, no fighting, no running away -- just stay in there and wait the bastard out. He would leave. Sooner or later that sadistic bastard would leave! That was the only certainty in this whole ugly situation. Then she would be mine again. It would not be easy, but, at least, I knew what I had to do. Now, how do I do it? Think!


Lynn and Bobby Ch. 01



******

When I got home, Lynn was in the kitchen, fixing a light dinner. Hair and make-up were perfect, as was the cute party dress I always complemented her on, and heels. God, she was beautiful! I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. 

She ran quickly to me, looking up anxiously, afraid I might have had a problem with Bill. "Is everything okay? What did he say?" She had a nervous look on her face. "Is he coming over?" Her questions were coming so fast I had no chance to answer. 

I held up my hands and interrupted her. "He's coming over."

She smiled, relieved, but still nervous. "Is he going to, - I mean, - will he, - I mean ..." Finally she got control, closed her eyes tight, and said very carefully, with her eyes still closed, "Will Bill, -- you-know, do it to me -- Ah - with you here?"

If this hadn't been so serious, she would have been funny. She was so beautiful. So nervous. So precious. Looking up at me, expectantly. Love just poured out of my heart. I wanted to take her in my arms, laugh, and tell her everything was going to be all right, then kiss her. She was so eager for him to come over, so afraid I might have done something to make him mad. It was beautiful, and pathetic. If only she wanted me that much. 

Then my brief dream vanished and painful reality returned. "Darling, what you're asking me is will he come over tonight and fuck you, while I watch." 

She lowered her head and looked at the floor, embarrassed. Almost a minute went by before she whispered, "Yes." At least it was hard for her to talk about it.

I tried to speak as if I had a heart of stone, ignoring the voices in my head, while my gut was turning over. "He said, he'll fuck you here. He'll fuck you while I watch. To use his exact words, he's going to 'bang-you-like-a-drum!' And he said, I can watch him do it. Watch him, my Love, while he bangs you, just like a drum." 

She kept her head down -- looking at the floor. She was obviously upset by how I said it, but I'm sure, she was pleased with what I had said. Finally, again in a whisper, she said, "Do you mind?"

I sighed, "Do I have a choice?"

Staring at the floor, after a pause, she started to speak, then stopped, closed her eyes, and slowly shook her head, no. 

When Bill arrived, she ran to the door to meet him - like a returning lover -- with a big embrace and a long, warm, kiss, bending her knee and lifting her lovely foot back up in the air. She pushed her body against him and held the kiss. She was truly glad to see him. She couldn't hold him tight enough.

Well, I thought, control the pain Bobby. It has begun. Your long ordeal has begun. Just wait him out, wait him out. But at that moment I had no idea just how long and how painful it would turn out to be.

We had a drink, and then dinner. After dinner, we had another drink and Bill lit up a joint and took a puff. He gave it to Lynn and she had more than one puff. Enough to make her giggle, I thought. Finally, he took Lynn by the arm, led her out to the patio, and without a word, as I sat down, sipping my drink and watching, he stripped her down, buck naked, throwing her panties on the table in front of me. Just like we had stripped girls in the dorm. God, she was beautiful! That thick hairy beaver I loved, was naked for him. Then he stripped himself. Lynn stared to giggle. I was right about the grass. They ignored me. I stripped and got into the hot tub. 

This time, there was no secret love play. They were open about their sex. They laughed together, as if I were not there. Standing next to the tub, he kissed her, stroked her ass, and played with her tits. She put her hands behind her head and pushed her elbows back, to show him how big her breasts were. He cupped one in each hand and bounced them up and down, laughing. She reached down, and cupped his big testicles in her two hands, bouncing them up and down, and saying "Big, heavy, full." Then, bursting out laughing and vigorously nodding yes when he responded "I'm gonna empty 'em in just a minute." Never looking at me -- either one of them - I could have been miles away! Well, it was exactly what I had asked them to do! And, no one knew about this. No one knew it was anything other than old friends getting together for dinner. I had to keep it that way to save our marriage.

They got into the tub and kissed and enjoyed the water. Then, Bill sat on the side of the hot tub, and spread his legs. She rubbed his hairy thighs, and worked her hands up to those huge testicles, and then up to his swollen cock, as it emerged from a thick, tangled, mass of black, curly hair. She played with it to get it harder. I had not seen that cock hard since college -- but it was just as big as I remembered. The purple head of his dick seemed too large to get into her mouth, but I knew she would manage it. His cock was covered with big blue veins -- a big, bulging vein twisting down the top and several more winding along the sides. It was thick, and long, and heavy. And when she held it with two hands, over half of it was sticking out above her hands -- it had to be ten inches long. She was playing with it --teasing it -- licking it -- putting the head of it in her mouth, and sucking it. He only looked at me once and that was when she was on her knees sucking his cock, his hand on the back of her head controlling her rhythm. It was then, that he looked over at me and smiled! Then, he looked down at my wife, sucking his cock. Trust me. That will put you in your place! He had made me his cuckold yesterday afternoon. In a few minutes he was going to cuckold me again, while I watched.

When he got out of the tub, that large hard penis stuck straight out and bounced as he walked. It seemed impossible he would ever get that massive, blue-veined organ into my wife's tight little pussy. His testicles hung low and swung as he moved. They would be slapping her ass, in just a moment. He helped her out of the hot tub and laid her down -- on her back - on the padded mat. She looked up at him, on his knees, above her. Then, she looked over at me. She looked me straight in the eye and her lips mouthed a silent message, "I love you." 

Still looking straight at me, she spread her legs -- my wife, spread her legs wide, making that eager pussy available to my best friend! And, she was looking directly at me when she did it. He got down between her legs, that mammoth, blue-veined organ, still sticking straight-out. She turned from me and stared directly at it, her eyes hot with desire, and then, looking back at me, her lips again sent that silent message, "I love you", even as she was taking his cock in her hand, and guiding that big, purple head directly into her pussy. 

She looked away from me, closed her eyes, and as he shoved it in, she gasped, "Oh my God! ... ... Oh my God! ... Oh Jesus! ... ...Oh, and as it slid deep into her wet, ready pussy she let out a sigh "Oh. - yes. ... yes. ... yes." and lifted her ass up to meet his thrust. She looked over at me, just one more time, but now her eyes were glazed, seeing nothing. Then she closed her eyes and started to pump her ass -- to pump and lift her ass to meet his every thrust. And, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, Bill started to fuck my wife -- with me, not three feet away in the hot tub, watching. 

I had seen him fuck girls in the dorm, and he was never gentle. He pounded her pussy hard -- his big testicles slapping her ass, with every thrust. Her back was arched -- her head, thrown back -- her face, a mask of pleasure and lust -- her eyes clinched tight. She was pumping her ass, like she had never done with me. And, as she pumped, she grunted, grunted like an animal, each time that massive organ plunged deep inside her. Those animal-sounds grew louder and regular, matching his rhythm, as he fucked her -- hard -- brutally hard, as I had often seen him do to some slut, in our dorm! I could no longer recognize this passionate, grunting animal, this lusting creature, as my wife. She was foreign! She was someone else. They were covered with sweat -- it dripped off of them, as their bodies, pounded, wetly, noisily, together, in rhythm with those animal grunts. I watched them fuck steadily like that for about five minutes. Then, she started to groan.

"My-God!" I'm gonna come. I'm-gonna-come!" And then, "Oh-my-God! Please! Harder! Fuck-me-harder! Fuck-me! Fuck-me!" Her ass was pumping up at him, fast and hard, and he was pounding down on her, even harder until finally, she took a deep breath and held it, and at last, those foreign, animal sounds stopped, and her whole body started to tremble. From three feet away, I watched my wife have the most powerful orgasm I have ever seen. And it was with my best friend. It seemed like her orgasm lasted forever, her back arched, her head tilted back, her eyes clenched tight, holding her breath, her arms holding Bill, her whole body trembling, just trembling, as the contractions of her pussy squeezed that big thick cock and her hips pumped out of control. She was still coming when he increased the power of his stroke and began pumping a big load of semen into the woman I loved -- the woman who swore she loved me and told me so, silently, twice, only moments before she fucked him. She took it hungrily, eagerly, willingly, her arms grasping him around his back, and pulling him close to her breasts. 

At last, they collapsed together, and lay there - panting, exhausted, spent - sweat dripping from their bodies, his big cock finally getting soft as his cum dripped out of her pussy onto the mat. She did not look at me, but buried her face in his shoulder, ashamed. She was ashamed, that I had seen her, with such raw, primitive, uncontrolled, carnal desire. I knew, of course, that she had felt an irresistible, fetish-driven, sexual pleasure, but I doubt she knew that or understood it. She was just ashamed of it! It was primitive, uncontrolled, raw sex! Pure carnal pleasure. She had first enjoyed it only yesterday and now I knew why she had made up her mind to fuck Bill again, no matter what. I watched her enjoy it again tonight and it was the first time I had ever seen my wife have such an orgasm. I understood, in that very moment -- what her fetish did to her - what she needed -- why she needed it, and, how much she needed Bill! 

I also understood why she was so ashamed for me to see it, even as I realized that she had no reason to be ashamed because it was preset, fixed in her head. I knew she was helpless, unable to resist the attraction of that massive organ. I knew why she needed to fuck him -- why she had to fuck him, even though, she was still in love with me. I understood it, but I still felt a crippling agony. I knew she didn't understand it, and it must have been ripping her apart inside, loving me but needing him, and not understanding why. But I couldn't help her. I reached down into the water and felt my dick. It was little, soft, and shriveled. What the hell could I do for her! How the hell could I ever meet her need! I started to cry.

"Damn good pussy!" Bill shouted loudly. I jumped at his sudden shout. Bill shouted again as he raised up on his arms above my wife, "Damn good pussy." Then he let out a loud laugh, as I said my thanks that we had no near-by neighbors. He got up, pulled Lynn to her feet, and looked over at me saying, "We're going in the bedroom and fuck some more." She looked at me as she got up, her face seeming to say, "I love you, but I need him. I have no choice." 

After they left I got dressed. I picked up the glasses. Then, feeling like the cuckold, they had just made me, I used a damp towel to wipe the mat where a huge puddle of his ejaculate had drained out of her. I mixed a fresh drink and walked back into the house. As I passed the open door to the master bedroom, they were in our bed -- fucking like newly weds and those rhythmic animal grunts had begun again. They didn't even bother to close the door! 

I sat in my usual chair drinking, listening to them fuck, and waiting for those animal grunts to stop. When they suddenly stopped, my whole body tensed and for the first time a fierce jealously replaced my fear of losing her. I felt it in my belly. I could see in my mind and feel in my body that powerful, trembling, orgasm she was having at that very instant. Something I could never give her. Then all was quiet. Later I heard occasional bursts of soft, lewd giggling. What was he doing to her, I wondered helplessly? Two drinks later, the grunts started again. Again, I waited for them to stop. And, again, I felt the same helpless jealously in my gut when they did. It was midnight when he got up to dress and leave, nodding to me as I sat in my chair sipping my drink. He mumbled two words as he walked out -- "Fantastic pussy!"

She called to me, and I got into bed with her. I had tears in my eyes. She embraced me -- held me tight. "I love you! God, how I love you. I love you so! - I'm sorry -- I'm so sorry -- Oh God, baby -- I'm so very sorry. Please believe me. I'm so sorry. Please believe I love you. Don't cry. Please don't cry. I'm so ashamed it hurts me -- so terribly ashamed! I love you. But believe me -- Oh God - please believe me - I couldn't help it -- I couldn't help myself. I needed him. I needed that big rock hard cock with everything in my body and soul." 

I heard Bill's voice in my brain every time that horny bitch spread her legs for me, she always told me how much she loved her husband and how much she needed my dick. 

She was right, of course, she did need him, but what the hell could I do now? Give her a lecture on fetish psychology? I kissed her, told her I loved her, and held her tight. I could smell his sweat on her naked breasts and belly. Her thighs were moist and sticky from the loads of semen he had pumped into her. Her body had a strong, pungent, masculine smell of stale sweat and stale semen. The smell of his semen and the smell of his sweat that covered her body seemed to fill the entire room. The sheet on which I was lying was wet from his ejaculate. 

She told me, over and over, that she loved me and that she was sorry, as I lay in her arms. After a while she reached down timidly and played with my dick, which was soft and floppy. She whispered "Can I do anything for you?" That was more than I could take and I started to cry. She was trying to offer me sex. Trying to make up for what she had done. "Oh my God" I said out loud, "what can I do?" Then, I cried openly, sobbing, as she held me and said over and over again "I love you -- I'm sorry -- Please don't cry -- I love you -- I'm sorry -- Please don't cry." We finally went to sleep. The next morning, she started a new day with a big, satisfied smile. 

He came over the next night. Their routine was the same. Exactly, the same. The same giggling eagerness when he stripped her on the patio. The same laughing in the hot tub. The same frantic pumping of her ass on the mat by the tub. The same grunting animal sounds. The same exploding orgasm. The same trembling of her body. The same hiding of her face from me when she lay panting in his arms. The same fucking in the bedroom as I listened for those animal grunts to suddenly stop. The same sick, helpless, jealousy in my gut when they did. The same soft, bawdy laughter while they rested. Even, the same "Fantastic pussy" when that bastard nodded good night. The same call to bed. The same smell of his sweat and his semen on her body. The same dampness in the bed where I lay. The same memories of those animal sounds coming from this bed into the living room, where I was drinking and dreading the moment they stopped. These sights and sounds and smells had been burned into my brain and played over and over as I lay beside her.

She again told me again how very sorry she was that she needed it so much. I remembered Bill's voice They always tell you they need it. As before, she held me and kissed me. Again, she woke up the next morning with the same big smile of contentment on her face. She was getting exactly what she needed -- what she wanted. I could wait. Did I have choice?

Bill came over several nights later. Lynn was just as glad to see him as before. We had drinks and dinner and Lynn was nervous and giggling. She was really looking forward to sex with him again. We went out to the patio after dinner and talked a bit but Lynn was so anxious for sex that they were naked and playing with each other in minutes. I got into the hot tub in silence, watching them frolic naked on the patio. Then they got in the tub acting as though I did not exist. They kissed and laughed and moved around enjoying the water. After a few minutes, Bill moved over to the other side of the tub and sat on the side, just opposite me, a few feet away. He spread his legs slightly and his huge testicles hung down low. His dick was getting hard. 

He looked across the tub at me, a smirk on his face and his eyes seeming to say "You're gonna watch your wife suck me off." He was enjoying himself watching my humiliation. When his cock was rock hard and standing straight up, Lynn moved slowly toward him. Then, she got down on her knees in the tub. God! I didn't want to watch this but I couldn't turn my eyes away. Bill was still smiling at me, enjoying the expression of helpless anger on my face, which I was unable to hide. I just stared at them. She was on her knees in front of him, his big, hard, cock standing straight up just a few inches from her face. It was all happening just a few feet away from me. 

He reached down with both hands and played with her lovely breasts. Then, without touching Bill's dick with her hands, Lynn bent her head down resting those soft breasts on his thighs. She took his cock into her mouth and started to suck it. All of her movements were slow. But, I knew there was nothing slow about her tongue. I knew from experience what she was doing to his cock with that swirling tongue. I just stared! My eyes were frozen! Watching my wife on her knees with that big cock in her mouth. Her head moved up and down slowly at first, then faster and faster as she sucked him off while I watched. I saw it all, except that rapidly moving tongue working on the head of his dick. But I knew he was feeling an electric almost painful thrill as she drove him closer and closer to ejaculation. I felt helpless watching them, knowing he was going to pump a big load of cum into my wife's warm mouth.

It didn't take her long. Three or four minutes. Then he groaned and his head fell back, mouth open, as the contractions of his cock began to pump. My eyes were frozen, staring at that big cock, as it moved in and out of her mouth! I imagined his cock pumping one glob after another of thick creamy cum into her soft, warm, mouth. The mouth I loved to kiss! 

She held his cock in her mouth, gently, his orgasm complete. Then she let it slip out of her mouth, looked up at him and smiled - with her mouth full of cum. She turned around and smiled at me, as though noticing me for the first time. I could see his cum filling her mouth. Then she stood up, bent her head down and let most of his thick, sticky semen slowly drip out of her mouth into the hot tub, where I saw it spreading on the surface of the water -- a huge, foamy blob of creamy, white, semen, with thick, heavy, strands, sinking down deeper below the surface. It was a massive load. 

Then that bastard said, "Give your husband a big kiss, baby." She walked across the tub and put her arms around me and gave me a big wet kiss, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. Her tongue was heavy with the pungent, musky taste of his semen. It was as though my mouth had just received an intimate, masculine message from that bastard's huge testicles. 

For several weeks, Bill came over to have dinner and to fuck my wife, three, sometimes four nights a week. Lynn looked forward eagerly to his visits. Her hair and nails were always perfect. She fixed special meals, bought special dresses she thought he would like, and spent hours anxiously getting ready for his arrival. She greeted him at the door with eager giggling and a big kiss. They were like happy new lovers. After kissing her he would say hello to me and shake my hand. I would fix the drinks and we would sit in the living room and talk about friends, local news, and reminisce about our college days, as though it were a casual visit. Lynn would serve dinner, always watching Bill to see if her efforts in the kitchen met his approval. She sat next to him at dinner and they exchanged coy glances and, sometimes, double entendres like lovers. Occasionally, she would reach under the table and stroke his thigh and when she did, he would look at me, and smile. He enjoyed watching me sit helplessly while my wife made sexual advances. 




Lynn and Bobby Ch. 01



After dinner Bill and I would go out on the patio for a liquor, while Lynn cleaned up the dishes. The fourth night he fucked her, we sat there before Lynn joined us, and Bill laid it out for me. He was blunt. "I've fucked other guys' wives before, Bobby, but, like I told you the other day, this is the first time I've had the husband watch me do it. I was surprised. It turns me on. What turns me on most, is knowing that you just have to sit there, helpless, and watch me fuck her. I know you're jealous as hell. I know you feel it in your gut. So, let's get some things out in the open. Power over a woman turns me on. Knowing your wife needs my dick turns me on. The last three nights I discovered that power over a man turns me on too. This is new for me. You've been my friend for years, but still, knowing you have to sit there, helpless, and watch me fuck your wife turns me on." 

"Let's make your position very clear. Do you know what she would do if I told her she had to move in with me to get fucked?" 

I told him the truth. "She needs to fuck you. She'd move in with you, everyone would know, and our marriage would be over." 

He said, "Right. So, Bobby, if you want to save your marriage, you just have to sit there, watch me fuck her, and take it, no matter what. Isn't that right?" 

I nodded yes. 

"Are you going to be a nice little boy and just watch me fuck your wife and behave yourself?" 

It was a debasing way to say it but, if I were going to save my marriage, I had no choice. I was helpless and humiliated. I paused as long as I could, then nodded submissively, and said, "Yes," very softly. 

He gloated. "Well, Bobby boy it looks like I gotcha by the balls. I'm gonna be fuckin' that horny bitch a lot, but, like I told you, when I'm finished with her, you're gonna' to get her back. So just be patient." 

Then he laughed. I hadn't ever heard him talk this way before. Jesus! I was scared! But, after laying it on the line this one time, his conversation returned to something resembling normal social chatter. 

Each night when Lynn came out she was always giggling and impatient for the sex to start. Bill smiled at me as she became more and more sexually aroused. It turned him on to see me watch her make the sexual advances, so he never made the first move. She would rub his thigh and try to pull him up. He would resist, pick up his drink and, grinning at me, he would say something like, "Wait a minute, not yet baby. Don't be so horny. Your husband and I are talking. Let me finish my drink. I'll fuck you in a minute." 

He had talked to me about a horny bitch with the fetish begging for sex. Now I saw that the horny bitch doing the begging was my wife. And, she was doing it, knowing that I was watching. When she could not wait any longer she would pull him to his feet and start to undress him. What had been a sociable meeting of old friends for dinner and drinks, turned into an orgy. 

When he stripped her he usually pulled her pants down, right in front of me -- flashing that big, thick, curly-haired beaver, that he knew I loved, right in front of my face, before he took it away for his personal use. He would toss her pants on the table in front of me. He usually had an erection and Lynn often would grab it, always with the same damn giggle that wrenched my gut, and lead him over to the hot tub by his big, thick cock. A soak in the hot tub was next, with laughter and kissing and caressing. Sometimes she so eager to fuck him that she made him skip the hot tub and get right to it.

This was a happy time for Lynn. She was getting what she wanted and getting it three or four times a week. Bill was very cordial to me, with none of the frank talk he had used on his fourth visit. He was enjoying sex with Lynn and her eager desire for him. I tried to conceal the sick, helpless jealously I felt watching him fuck her, but it showed in my face. I wanted to hide it, but I just couldn't.

One night I was watching as she worked for her orgasm and I realized that he was looking at me. Our eyes met, as he fucked her steadily and powerfully. He smiled at me and I remembered that he had said he was turned on by my helplessness watching him fuck her. I tried to keep eye contact with the bastard, but I couldn't and I dropped my eyes. When I looked up again he was still watching me, gloating. He watched me turn my gaze to her pumping hips, as he continued to pound her. He was taking pleasure in my helpless jealously. He knew I had to watch, humiliated, as he had said like a nice little boy and behave. 

One night when Bill pulled her pants down in front of me he kept her beaver at my eye level and played with it. I couldn't help myself, I just stared, helplessly, watching his fingers stroke that thick curly hair. I could actually hear him stroke it! He held her just inches away. Close enough for me to reach out and touch her, close enough even, for me to lean forward and kiss her. God, how I wanted her. I wanted to put my arms around her, grab her tight little ass in both hands and pull that beaver close to my face -- feel that curly hair against my cheek. I started to tremble. 

He kept her there and played with her and I couldn't take my eyes off of his hand stroking that curly hair. He was looking at me and grinning and then, finally, he leaned down and said almost in my ear, "It's not your beaver anymore Bobby boy. It's mine." Then he took her, giggling, over to the mat, laid her down, and spread her legs wide. He gave me a good look at what was now "his" beaver. Then he crawled in the saddle, shoved that monster dick inside her, and fucked her, while I watched, helplessly, as his huge balls slapped her ass. 

When the fucking began on the mat next to the hot tub, it was always the same routine. It was like a choreographed, sexual ballet and my brain anticipated each step of their raw, carnal, performance. He fucked her hard and her animal grunting began almost immediately. After four or five minutes of sweaty pounding together, she would start to moan and cry out, then hold her breath, and that explosive, trembling orgasm would begin -- her pussy contracting rhythmically around his thick cock. Her cries of "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" echoed in my ears as he took her to our bed and fucked her again while I listened. 

The sights and sounds of that choreographed ballet burned into my brain, night after night. Later it would replay in my head, over and over again. I was helpless to turn it off, at work, at home, in bed. It would just start. Scene after scene would flash through my head. Sometimes it played from beginning to end, sometimes just special scenes, sometimes just voices, triggered by God knows what. Sometimes it was silent, sometimes there were sounds. It was a part of me now, seared into my brain. 

Each night after Bill was left, Lynn called me to bed. I held her in my arms and kissed her and told her I loved her. She told me she didn't love Bill but needed him. Some nights we just lay together and fell asleep. Other nights I ate pussy as I had done before Bill came into our lives. Some nights she would push my head down toward her beaver. I would kiss her breasts and suck her nipples and belly and work down to her sticky, wet beaver. I loved to stroke it and kiss it as she held my head in her hands. When I tickled her clit with my tongue - she would moan softly. 

Before Bill, I often ate pussy before I screwed her, but after I watched them fuck that first time from the hot tub, I couldn't get it up anymore. I still enjoyed eating pussy and it gave her pleasure - not the explosive orgasms Bill gave her - but gentle contractions like she once had with me. I would start sucking one lip of her pussy gently, working my way down and then back up the other lip, enjoying the feel of my tongue in that ridge of thick curly hair that came down from her beaver and surrounded her pussy. On nights he had fucked her, it was wet and sticky from their secretions. 

When she was ready she would spread her legs and lift up to me so I could get my hands under her tight little ass and pull her up to my face. She held my head in her hands and sometimes guided me to places she liked. I would get my tongue deep inside her pussy and suck out the juices. After he had fucked her, I could taste Bill's semen, but her familiar taste was always there and after several minutes she started to drip more of her own juice as she pumped her hips gently and moaned. She pressed her thighs, moist and sticky from his semen, against my cheeks. I would work on her favorite spot near her clit, and most nights, I was rewarded by feeling her soft contractions on my tongue. It was my only way of making love to her now, but sometimes, especially on evenings when he had taunted me, I thought of it as cuckold's work -- cleaning up her pussy after her lover had finished using it. I had to remind myself that he was really not her lover. He was just a guy attached to a big dick she needed to fuck. I had to remind myself that there would be an end to this nightmare and she would be mine again. I loved her so!

For the first two months, his visits were remarkably like normal social visits with drinks, dinner, and after dinner drinks on the patio. With only a couple of exceptions, our behavior would not have been thought unusual by a casual observer, until that moment when he stood her up, stripped her naked, and fucked her, while I watched, sipping my scotch. Except for that night when he showed me it was not my beaver any more and the night he made her give me a semen tasting kiss, he seemed satisfied making eye contact with me while he fucked her and smirked at the sick, helpless jealously written on my face. I could not hide my feelings. In the third month his behavior began to change. Subtly at first, then more obviously as he taunted me at my helplessness and her need to fuck him. I knew his track record, so maybe we were approaching the end. 

One night, he kept her in the hot tub for an extra drink, then kissed and caressed her on the mat, to turn her on. He brought her back to where I was sitting. Standing behind her, he gently caressed her breasts and belly. God she was beautiful naked. I wanted her so much. What the hell was that bastard up to? Gently he positioned her close in front of me, her naked body glistened with a light sweat. He made her stand so her legs straddled mine as I sat in the chair. I could feel her thighs against me as she stood, legs spread, his hands caressing her body. Then his right hand found her beaver and started to stroke it. Slowly and very gently his fingers moved down to her pussy. My God! The bastard's going to bring her off right in front of me -- touching me! The lousy bastard! She was sexually aroused and her pussy was dripping wet. I could hear the wet sounds his fingers made as he played with it. 

"Look at your husband, baby. He loves you. Smile at him." His voice was soft and gentle, as he caressed her. He positioned her so she had to show me her face. His hard cock was pressed against her butt. He kept playing with her pussy until his fingers found just the right spot to make her respond. I felt it first in her thighs pressed tightly against me -- a slow, gentle forward thrusting. Then I saw it in her face. Her expression went slack, her mouth slightly open, eyes looking upward and glazed -- seeing nothing as fantasy captured her mind. In her fetish driven fantasy she saw that big hard cock he was pressing against her.

He had her now. She was his. She had given herself to him and that was exactly what the bastard wanted me to see. He was going to make me watch my wife come, responding to his gentle hands. Her breathing became heavy as her arousal increased. Her hips were thrusting obviously now, she was grunting softly, and I felt each thrust in her thighs straddling mine. She grabbed his left hand, pulled it up, and made him play with her tits. Her right hand reached down and gently caressed the back of the hand that was giving her such pleasure. Her grunts were louder. She was working harder. His fingers were gentle in her pussy and his voice soft in her ear. 

"That's it baby. Relax and enjoy it. Your husband's watching you. He wants to see you come. Come for him baby. Come for your husband. That's it -- work for it. You're getting close now." He was right -- she was getting close. Her hips were thrusting obscenely toward me, her thighs rubbing mine. She was grunting like an animal, and panting for air. 

Then she started to moan. I felt it first when her thighs began to tremble against me. I had never in all our marriage felt the trembling orgasm that I had so often seen Bill give her, but now I was feeling it against my body. The animal grunts stopped suddenly. Then I saw it in her face, eyes clenched, mouth open, head pressed back against his chest, holding her breath as her whole body started to tremble. Her right hand pushed his fingers deep into her thrusting pussy where now that bastard was feeling her contractions. 

Bill looked at me, grinning. "Damn, Bobby boy, you oughta feel this pussy squeeze. Her pussy's grabbing my fingers like a tight hand. She likes it. She really likes it. You been married to this bitch for years and you never felt her pussy squeeze like that." 

When her orgasm was over, she looked ashamed, like that first night as I watched her from the hot tub. "Look at your husband baby, he enjoyed watching you come." She looked at me, and then dropped her gaze. Bill said, "Kiss your husband, baby, and tell him you love him, then run on into the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute and fuck you." She obeyed, with a kiss on my cheek and a whispered "I love you," before she ran quickly into the bedroom. 

Bill looked at me, smiling. "Well, Bobby boy, how'd you like that? Did you see her surrender? Did you feel it in her thighs? I bet myself that when she stared to come, you wouldn't be watching me finger fuckin' her cunt, you'd be watching her face as she gave herself to me. I was right. Damn, Bobby boy, you have no idea how much fun I had with you just now. It was like fuckin' a virgin -- like getting a cherry! I turned your wife into a horny bitch right in front of you, touching you. You saw her surrender, you watched her fantasize about my cock. You watched her hump like a slut, working to come. You watched her push my fingers into her cunt when she started to come. I just got your cherry, Bobby boy, and it was fun to take it. Now I'm goin' in there and I'm gonna fuck your wife while you sit out here playin' with your little dick and listening to her grunt, like an animal." 

He was right. He got me. This was his worst open taunting so far, but he taunted me a lot after that, and it got worse. He was now becoming overtly sadistic. 

There were variations in their routine, but for the most part it was once on the patio and twice in the bedroom. She needed to fuck him. She got scared when his schedule changed to twice a week. But, every Monday and Thursday -- like clockwork -- he stopped by for drinks, a pleasant chat, dinner, liquor on the patio, and then some of that user-friendly pussy. And Lynn made it as user-friendly as she possibly could. I was surprised at how we could talk so normally about the club, about friends, about politics, and then when he decided the time was right, he would strip her down and fuck her. After fucking her on the patio while I sat at the table having a drink and watching, they walked, naked, right by me into the bedroom. Sometimes he stopped to talk to me, casually playing with her tits or ass, while talking about golf. Showing me he owned her. Showing me she wanted to give herself to him. Then I would go into the living room, sit in my chair drinking and listen to her grunt as he fucked her. Listen to their soft laughter. Listen to the silence as they rested. Listen as their sex started again. Listen as the grunting suddenly stopped and my gut cramped with helpless jealousy.

Twice a week wasn't enough for her and she didn't hesitate, wasn't at all embarrassed, to tell me that she wanted more than she was getting. Once she said she thought he was getting bored with her. "I'm doing my best to please him. God knows, I do everything he tells me to do. I pump my ass hard the way he likes. He knows he can do whatever he wants to me. I told him he could fuck me in the ass if he wanted to. But, he can have any woman he wants! I'm lucky he wants me." 

Several times she asked me what he liked best. She asked about the girls he fucked in our dorm. What positions he liked. She asked for my suggestions on how to please him. She asked me several times if he liked a woman on top of him. "I only fucked two guys in college, but they both liked me on top so they could play with my tits," she said, as though she were sorry she had so little experience fucking her classmates. "Do you think Bill would like that?"

"Darling," I said, "Bill runs the relationship. If he wants you on top, he'll tell you. I don't know of anything you could do to make him come over more often. Just pump your ass hard and fuck him the way he tells you to. Remember, he never uses a woman more than a few months. You said so yourself that first day. And, he told me that after about three months you'd be just a 'used-up bitch.' Those were his words. So you'd better expect him to be finished with you in a few weeks. You better get ready to lose him. Darling, I know it will be hard, but you've got to get ready to handle it."

She didn't hear me. She still seemed to think that if she could do the right thing, she could keep him interested in her, longer. She was terrified of losing him and told me so over and over. She kept telling me she still loved me, but she talked to me about the details of her sex life like I was her girl friend, not her husband. Well, why not? I wasn't performing like her husband. I couldn't. I don't think she saw me as her husband.

During these months our social life continued in an almost normal way and our friends had no idea what Lynn was up to. Lynn behaved like the perfect wife in public. At the club or sitting with friends at dinner, it was difficult to remember that just a few hours before, she had been sweating and grunting like an animal, pumping for her orgasm, legs spread wide. 

******

One night leaving the club, Lynn saw Bill ahead of us headed to the parking lot and ran to catch up with him. "Bill, can you come over to our house tomorrow night for dinner?" Even if someone overheard her it was a harmless invitation. 

"I hadn't planned on it," he responded.

"Please come. I'd like to see you," she said, as we walked along. 

"Well maybe. Come over here and we'll talk about it." He led us a short way out of the lighted area to a dark, secluded spot behind the pro-shop. 

"I'm open to persuasion," he said rubbing his crotch suggestively. 

Lynn reached down and fondled him. She giggled and asked, "Promise to come over if I take care of this thing?"

"I will be open to an invitation if you do a good job on it."

Lynn unzipped his fly and took out his cock. She dropped to her knees in the grass and started to lick that big purple head. My mind replayed the picture of Bill grinning at me as she had sucked his cock in the hot tub. 

Bill leered at me. "Bobby boy, keep a sharp lookout. Your wife and I are gonna be busy for a few minutes. You wouldn't want one of your friends to walk by and see her on her knees sucking me off with you standing there watchin'." Then he laughed.

Lynn's head was moving so fast it was just a blur of rapid motion. The leer on Bill's face changed to a satisfied smile and then a far away look as fantasy took over his mind. Lynn sucked him noisily and tirelessly for several minutes. Then the expression on his face changed and he started to groan. He reached down with both hands, grabbed her head, and his thrusting hips pushed his big cock in and out of her mouth as he pumped his load of semen. She took it without gagging. When he stopped his movements, Lynn kept his rapidly softening dick in her mouth, milked it down to get the last drops, and lifted one hand up, waving it in the air at me.




Lynn and Bobby Ch. 01



"I think she wants a handkerchief," said Bill, returning from his fantasy. I put my handkerchief in Lynn's waving hand and, after one big swallow, she wiped the overflow off of her chin and then cleaned off Bill's dick without losing a drop. When she handed my handkerchief back to me it was sticky and had the, now familiar, smell of Bill's ejaculate. 

"Damn good blowjob, Bobby boy. Your wife really knows how to suck cock!"

I helped her to her feet and she looked at Bill anxiously. "Are you coming over tomorrow night?"

"I am open to an invitation from your husband," he said.

"My husband?" Lynn was puzzled, but I knew exactly what he had in mind.

"Your husband," he repeated.

"Bill," I said, "would you like to come over to our house tomorrow night for dinner?"

"Dinner? Anything else Bobby boy."

I said what he wanted to hear. "Why of course, I thought you might like to fuck my wife after dinner. Please feel free to fuck her several times if you like."

"That's a splendid idea," he said, "you know how much I enjoy that tight little pussy. See you tomorrow." 

He walked off toward the parking lot. Lynn, brushing the grass from her skirt and knees looked at me quizzically. "What the hell was that all about?"

"You have just had a lesson in male dominance, my dear. If I had not invited him, he would have told you he was not coming because I didn't invite him. You would have been pissed at me because your exhausting and very persuasive oral effort would have been wasted. He had me by the balls, so I did what I had to do. He was turned on by making me invite him to my house to fuck my wife."

"Men! I'll never understand them! But sometimes they're fun to watch." She chuckled when she said it.

Lynn had discovered a way to get extra visits from Bill and she dragged me to the club regularly, looking for him. I had numerous opportunities to invite Bill to our house and Lynn was ecstatic. The next time, as we stood in the dark, a semen stained handkerchief in my hand, watching Bill walk to the parking lot, Lynn giggled and said, "I like to hear you invite him to come over and fuck me. I'm glad he's making you do that. You ask him so nice and polite." She laughed obscenely. "I love the way you say 'I thought you might like to fuck my wife after dinner.'" Mimicking my voice as she said it and laughing. "You say it like you mean it, darling. Do you say it because you love me, or do you say it because he's got you by the balls." She laughed again. It was a happy laugh. 

"Well, baby, the fact is, he really does have me by the balls. But I do love you." She was joking, happy that she had found a new way to get fucked more often. But, as I thought about it, she was right. I did love her and I did do whatever I had to do to keep her at home -- to save our marriage. I had to keep her there as long as he wanted to fuck her. 

Only a few days later we met Bill again at the club and ended up in the dark behind the pro-shop with Lynn on her knees. She was always eager to get the job done. No preliminaries. She just dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly, pulled that throbbing monster out of his pants and went to work on it. In minutes, she had a mouth full of semen and was waving her hand in the air for my handkerchief to wipe the overflow off of her chin after swallowing it. Then she cleaned and dried his dripping dick, put it back in his pants, and zipped up his fly. All he had to do was stand there. She was giggling when I helped her to her feet. 

"Okay, baby. I've done my part, now you do yours -- and be polite."

She surprised me, but what the hell. "Bill, would you like to come to our house for dinner tomorrow night?"

She spoke up before he could answer. "Bobby, aren't you going to offer him any entertainment?" She let out a lewd chuckle.

"Oh," I said, "and I thought you might be entertained by a slice of my wife's pussy after dinner. Please enjoy several slices if you like."

"I would be delighted to come to dinner," he answered formally, "and yes it would be a pleasure to have a slice of your wife's pussy, at least three slices." The fake formality of my question and his answer caused them both to laugh so loudly I was afraid someone might hear them. He headed for the parking lot chuckling. 

Lynn turned to me still laughing. "God, baby you're so funny when you ask him to fuck me. You're funny. And, I love you for it." She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big wet semen tasting kiss. Her lips and chin were sticky and had that smell I remembered from our bedroom. 

Sucking him off was just a practical way to get him to come to dinner. But for me, it was humiliating, watching my wife degrade herself on her knees, then wipe his come off her chin, while that bastard looked at me and smirked. There was one thing she did that bothered me the most. After he'd pumped his load and his dick was not yet soft in her mouth, she placed her thumb at the base of that thick ten-inch erect penis, two fingers on top, then squeezed and slid her hand down the full length of his cock. She was milking him down to force the remaining semen into her mouth before she swallowed his load. I felt humiliated watching her do it. 

Doing the "honors" was also degrading. He was going to fuck her anyway, but making me invite him to do it got my gut. And having to create clever wording for inviting him to fuck my wife was almost as demeaning as watching him do it. She took pleasure in watching me invite him and laughed at me with him. Then, the next night they taunted me, as they stood naked, just minutes from going into the bedroom to fuck. Laughing, as they reminded me that Bill was just fucking her because I had invited him to. The whole thing was like getting kicked in the balls, and they knew it and they laughed.

Lynn and Bill had become quit comfortable in their sexual relationship, happy, laughing and joking about their sex in front of me and kidding me about it. She taunted me and laughed with him as I reacted to their taunting with a forced smile. It was about this time that she developed the pet nickname she used for me in front of Bill. The first time she used it, she was getting up off her knees behind the pro-shop and she said, "Husband Dear, would you do the honors?" Honors being what she called my formal, polite invitation to Bill to come to our house and fuck my wife -- an invitation he formally accepted, after which they erupted in laughter.

Then, at home, she began to use the nickname to taunt me as Bill led her, naked, from the patio to the bedroom. She would say something like, "Husband Dear, would you excuse us, something's come up," pointing to Bill's erection and they would burst out laughing as they walked into the bedroom to fuck. She varied the last line as they invented phrases they thought were funny, such as "I'm going to lay down for a while," or "I have to entertain our guest," and the one I that got to me the most "Bill, has decided to accept your kind invitation to fuck your wife." These were happy times for her. She was as happy as I had ever seen her and that happiness hurt me even more than watching her fuck him. Her happy period lasted about three months during which time I waited for what I knew would be the ugly ending to this relationship. The ending Bill had predicted that first day when he had said nothing more boring than servicing a used-up bitch ... she'll be a wreck when I dump her ass.

Some nights as they walked from the patio to the bedroom, they stopped for a casual chat, resuming a conversation that had begun before he fucked her. They were quite comfortable with me, standing side by side naked. One night we were having a conversation about a club barbeque and he had his arm around her, playing idly with her breast, thumb and forefinger twirling an erect nipple. Her hand toyed casually with his testicles and his thick, flaccid penis, which minutes before had given her the explosive orgasm that I could not. Unable to control myself, I stared at his fat cock with envy. Then, I realized he was smiling down at me, reading my face like an open book. He was a bastard, but he was not stupid. He saw my helpless jealously and my pathetic envy. And it turned him on. Still, I was unable to avert my eyes or to conceal my feelings, even when I knew he was looking at me and reading my thoughts in my face.

Turned on by my helplessness and my envy, he began to get an erection and Lynn, playing with his thick cock, felt it and looked down as it grew in her hand. She had been telling me the plans for the club barbeque, but she stopped talking and began pulling him toward the bedroom by his cock, looking back over her shoulder at me and saying, "I'll tell you all about it later." She was so eager to fuck that she did not even have time for a joke about something coming up. 

I went to my chair. He fucked her, but he wasn't finished with her. He was going to rest a few minutes, then he was going to fuck her again. And, she was expecting to get fucked again. I sat there with all those helpless feelings -- jealousy and envy and anger -- I was useless! She would call me after he left and tell me she loved me, but she needed to fuck him. Her body would smell of his sweat and semen and I would lie on a sheet wet from his ejaculate. I would do the cuckold's job, eating his cum out of her pussy, as she held my head in her hands and told me she loved me. I sat there, helpless, reminding myself to hold on because it would soon be over.

******

During that third month Lynn was able to get extra nights with Bill by blowing him behind the pro-shop. She quickly learned how he liked his cock sucked and became quite proficient at giving fast blowjobs, like a machine. On one occasion, as we were walking out, we nodded to some friends about to pay their check. As we were unlocking our car, our friends walked up to their car parked next to us. Lynn had sucked him off, cleaned him up, I had done the "honors," and we'd sent him on his way, all in the time it took them to pay their check. I was glad they were not close enough friends that she got a kiss her on her sticky, semen smelling cheek. Every time she sucked him off she was happy and laughing as she made me do the "honors." And, after the first couple of times, she always kissed me. I think she knew exactly what she was doing. She saw it as a joke - a "taste his semen" joke. 

Then we found him less frequently at the club and Lynn was hurt and angry when he stopped coming altogether. I hoped he was losing interest in her. One episode that suggested Bill might be looking elsewhere occurred one night when Lynn and I were at our favorite restaurant down town. We saw Bill come in with the "Princess" on his arm. The Princess was a thirty-something, well endowed, flashy blonde who was the trophy wife of a wealthy petroleum engineer, thirty years older than she, who traveled to oil fields all over the world. She was ten years older than Bill. It was common knowledge that when her husband was away she "slept around." If Bill was taking her to dinner, it was a virtual certainty that he was banging her. Lynn almost jumped out of her chair. Fortunately, we were sitting where Bill didn't see us. 

"Oh my God," she whispered to me, "do you think he's going out with her? Damn! That bitch. She's a whore. She fucks guys when her husband is out of town."

"Yeah," I said, "and that's hell of a lot worse than fucking a guy when her husband is in town."

She looked at me, actually puzzled for a moment by what I said. Then, figuring it out, she said, "That's different," dismissing that subject and returned to "that whore" the Princess, who by now had disappeared into the back dining room with Bill. 

Looking very concerned she asked me, "Do you think he's, you know, seeing her a lot?"

"I don't know if he's seeing her a lot," I said, "but you can be absolutely sure he's banging her. I've been told she's an excellent fuck and gives good head."

Lynn looked concerned. Then she asked a very perceptive question that told me she understood Bill quite well. "Do you think she's got the fetish?"

She seemed relieved when I said, "I doubt it. I think she's just a whore." But Lynn's question indicated to me that she understood a lot more about Bill and herself than I had previously thought.

I was glad to see Bill with the Princess. It was more good news. Lynn's reaction was not anger, but fear. She knew that sooner or later Bill would dump her ass. Not being able to catch him at the club, a number of missed visits to our house without a phone call, and now the Princess, all started her emotions into a tailspin. She tried to figure out ways to keep him interested, picking my mind for ideas of things he might like. Still number one on her list was getting on top of him and doing the work so he could play with her tits. I told her again that I never saw him fuck that way in the dorm

Of course, my sex with Lynn had changed. I hadn't fucked her since Bill started to because I couldn't even "get it up" anymore. She usually wanted me to eat pussy after he fucked her. I think she saw it as proof that I still loved her and knew what she had with Bill was not love. She held me in her arms, caressed me, stroked me, said she was sorry, told me how much she loved me, and how she did not love Bill, but needed him. Our relationship during these months was interesting because, except for taunting me when she was with Bill, she was very loving and affectionate. I got the feeling that, if I could get an erection, I could get some "mercy fucks" that would give her no pleasure but would perhaps ease her conscience. 

Bill no longer fucked her twice a week. He skipped a lot of nights without calling. Each time she was afraid to call him, she cried and asked me what she should do, she asked me if I would call him and ask him to come over. She went to sleep crying at night. I began to have hopes that he would soon leave her alone. 

He still gave her the same explosive orgasms. He could bring her off any time he wanted to. For weeks, I had admitted openly to myself, that I envied him -- that I wanted to give my wife orgasms like that! Sometimes I fantasized about having a cock big enough to satisfy her, imagined her under me grunting like she did with Bill. It was pathetic because I knew, there was no way I could ever satisfy Lynn again! Not with her fixation on that big, rock hard cock. That cock was her image of a man, and I was no longer a man. It made me feel useless. God! I envied him! 

Bill had changed. It began by him joking with me about how much Lynn enjoyed fucking him. He became increasingly crude, vulgar, and sadistic. One night he was fucking her by the hot tub and I was sitting on the patio with a drink, watching. Lynn was grunting and pumping to meet his thrusts, working hard for her orgasm when Bill looked up at me, laughed and said, "Listen to this horny bitch grunt like an animal! Your wife is a cunt, Bobby. She needs a man Bobby -- it takes a real man-sized cock to make this cunt fuck like this. Too bad your dick's too small to satisfy her." The first time he talked that way, I was stunned. Then it became routine. He began to skip the bedroom sessions and leave shortly after he fucked her on the patio.

The only clue that she was reacting to his taunting abuse was in bed when she began to explain her need for him by saying she needed a man-sized cock. "Oh God, I love you so! I can't help it! I need that man-sized cock. You don't understand." But, unfortunately, I did understand. Her idea of a real man was a large cock and her sexual need for a man could only be satisfied in that way. She did not see me as a real man. There was nothing I could do except wait. It would get better.

The last three or four visits were worse than I had ever imagined possible. There were no dinners or polite conversations. He treated her just like the redhead in our dorm. On a night when he was coming over she had to strip, put on spike heels, and meet him at the door, naked. He and I would sit at the table on the patio while she walked around naked and brought us drinks and hors d'oeuvres. He fucked her once on the patio and then left, staying only briefly to enjoy her begging him shamelessly to stay longer. 

Now he was obviously enjoying taunting her more than fucking her. He even started telling me that he was "servicing her." He made her dance naked and "bump and grind" like a stripper. He taunted her while she danced. She was completely docile and obedient and took all of his abuse without complaint. He was aroused by what he was doing. Aroused by making me watch. I could see his erection, which he stroked through his pants, as he sat there laughing at her, submissive to his every demand. His sadistic behavior scared me.

"Look at her bump and grind Bobby!" Then to Lynn, "Shake your tits baby. Bump that pussy." He laughed at her and jeered her and she took it without reacting, as though she had retreated into a shell. The bastard enjoyed the pain he caused me. I could tell he was humiliating her to cause me pain. After taunting her and mocking her, he fucked her as I watched, making vulgar comments to me as she pumped eagerly for her orgasm. It was pathetic. Then she would beg him to stay -- beg shamelessly, crying, even getting on her knees, pleading for him stay longer and take her into the bedroom. He said ugly things to her as she begged, laughing, taunting her. I remembered the redhead every time he did it. Remembered her gang banging six guys to keep Bill happy. I realized with a sudden, sickening shock that he could make Lynn do the same thing if he wanted to. I couldn't take that. 

******

Then one night -- it was the last night, but I didn't know it when it started - he sat and talked to me openly about what he was doing to us, and I realized just how far out this sadistic bastard was. 

"Bobby boy," he said, "it's great to have you here watching. I've had my share of fun with cunts like your wife, but I've never before had the husband watch me do it. It's a new experience for me. Knowing you're watching what I'm doing to her and can't do anything about it really gives me a hard-on." He reached down and stroked a massive erection that bulged in his pants. 

We were sitting at the table drinking as he talked. "Bobby boy, let me show you something." Turning to Lynn he said, "Lynn baby, get on the mat on your back and spread your legs for us. Show us your pussy. That's it, now, spread 'em wide. Wider! Atta girl!" Leaning over to me he said, "See how she behaves? Look at that cunt spread her legs! That pussy's had a lot of use the last few months. I stretched it out for you. It's big and loose now. You're gonna get it back soon and your little dick will just get lost in that big roomy pussy." He laughed. Lynn just lay there, legs spread, submissive, afraid to move.

"How much longer?" I asked him softly, helplessly, pathetically. I had almost reached my breaking point. I was trembling. 

He didn't answer my question. He just smiled and said, "Bobby boy, you know what I could make her do now. Remember that red headed bitch? Remember watching her gang-bang? How many was it?" 

I was shaking now. "I think it was a half dozen," I said. My mouth was dry

"A half dozen? Yeah, that's what I remember. How'd you like to see you sweet wife fuck a half dozen of my buddies? She's ready to do it you know." 

Oh God, please no, I thought. Please no. He's right. She'd do it if he told her to. I bowed my head, almost in tears. I couldn't talk. I was afraid to look at him. 

"Look at me Bobby boy. Look at me."

I looked up at him, trembling in fear. I had no idea what this sadistic bastard was capable of doing to us. I was trembling. 

He smirked. "God this is fun! I never did this before. It's like first time pussy. You're scared. You're actually trembling! You know I can do it." He was stroking his erection, which bulged, in his pants up to his belt buckle. 




Lynn and Bobby Ch. 01



"Speak to me Bobby boy. I want to hear you beg."

"Please don't let your buddies gang-bang my wife. Please don't make her gang-bang. Please!"

"God I love it! You tremble when you beg. Look over at your wife Bobby. Look at her spread those legs. Look at that pussy drip. She's a used-up bitch and she still wants to fuck. She'll do anything I tell her to do, because she's horny. Remember that redheaded bitch -- the guys were standing in line with their dicks in one hand and a can of beer in the other, waiting to fuck her. Bobby boy, your wife would fuck 'em the same way. Hell, I wudda had her gang banging before now if she was at my place and if it wasn't so damn much fun to watch a proud man like you beg and tremble. Damn, that makes me hard. Look at this thing in my pants Bobby. That's what your wife loves, isn't it?"

I looked at him. I was still trembling. Just do what he wants you to do, I told myself. You know what he wants to hear. He wants you to humiliate yourself. Just do it. Hang in there. Say it right for her sake. It was hard for me to talk, but I told him what I thought he wanted to hear. Please God I was right!

"My wife loves your cock because it's so big. She loves to fuck you because you make her come. I can't make her come. My dick is too small. She'll do anything you tell her to do, as long as you keep fucking her." I almost collapsed after I got it all out and I said a silent prayer it was what he wanted to hear.

"Oh Bobby boy, you said it so nice. And you trembled when you said it. You are so right. That's exactly right. Look at it. Look at my dick!" 

He grabbed his erection through his pants and I looked down at it, like he wanted me to. I was going to do anything this degenerate bastard told me to do. We were close to the end.

"Well, Bobby boy, now you are going to give me one final pleasure. You've watched me fuck you wife for months. So now, I'm going to hear you say thank-you and you're going to really to mean it. You will feel truly grateful to me. And you being grateful, after what your best friend done to your wife, will make my dick hard as a rock. " 

He sat there smirking at me. Waiting. I trembled. I waited, terrified. 

"After I service that used-up bitch tonight, I'm gonna leave and I'm not coming back."

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply and before I even thought I said, "Thank-you, thank-you." I said it softly and my whole body was flooded with relief and genuine gratitude. But then I thought, that sadistic bastard is right. I mean it. He had fucked my wife for months and tormented us both, and now he had made me offer him my gratitude and sincere thanks. Jesus! I watched him sit there, smirking, stroking his erection and enjoying my gratitude.

Then he stood up and unzipped his pants. He took out that huge erection he had been stroking for the last half hour, stroked it in front of me for me to see. Then he walked over to the mat where Lynn lay on her back, still afraid to move, her legs spread wide, waiting for the orgasm she craved. He fucked her, not even dropping his pants.

I watched them fuck, watched her enjoy it, listened to her grunts, and said a silent prayer of thanks. Watching him fuck her, I thought maybe we're going to make it. Maybe, the nightmare is over. When those animal grunts stopped, and she started to tremble, he got up from her still trembling body, put that monster cock back into his pants, zipped up his fly, and walked out, without a word. He had not even ejaculated -- his pleasure had come from causing pain to Lynn and me and watching us suffer. And the sadistic bastard had made me say thank you, and mean it. 

I looked at my wife, still on her back, legs spread apart, panting for air after working so hard to come. Between her spread legs she was dripping wet, from her own juices. The wet lips of her pussy were engorged from her sexual arousal and they gaped open, loose and wide after Bill's hard pounding. But that bastard was gone! At last, at long last, he was gone! 

He had said she'll be a wreck when I dump her ass. 

She had said when he's finished with me, I'll be desolate.

Well, we were through the nightmare, but I had work to do. Now, she needed me more than ever before. She was losing someone she needed and wanted and I had to help her through it.

****** 

Overall, Bill had stayed interested, for just about four months. Near the end, of course it was only his verbal abuse and humiliation of both of us that kept him coming back. He didn't enjoy fucking her any more, he just wanted to abuse her. He only serviced her to make her docile and submissive for his abuse. After that last night, he just quit coming to our house. I had done what seemed impossible at the outset -- a four-month intensive affair kept secret. None of our friends ever found out what was going on. Most of them said we were doing a great job, of keeping up Bill's spirits, after his divorce. Our social life had been normal the whole time and Lynn had behaved with our friends like the perfect wife. Now, our friends were delighted. Bill was getting over his divorce, he'd found a new girl friend, and we had helped him, when he needed it most. Yeah, we had helped him! I felt sorry for his new girlfriend, especially if she had the fetish.

I heaved a big happy sigh of relief. Then, when she realized he had left her, Lynn got viciously angry. Angry at me! She said I had treated him badly and it was my fault he left. She wanted me to call him, apologize, and invite him back. For over a week she shouted at me, cried at me, blamed me until finally she gave up. Our social life now came to a halt. We stopped going out. I told one of her close friends that she had had a miscarriage and the word got around. I lied and said we were seeing a psychiatrist for a mild depression.

Her anger went away but she began to deny he had really left for good. She came to believe that if she promised him just the right combination of favors and inducements he would return. She actually sat at our desk and made lists of things she thought he might like to do. She spent hours on her lists. I looked at one of the lists: it was disgusting, graphic, vulgar, sadistic, and played directly toward his need to humiliate us. Clearly, she understood the deviant part of his personality and was hoping to be his victim again. She spent hours trying to make her letters to him perfect. She even mailed a few and they came back unopened. 

After four or five weeks, she finally admitted to herself that he was really not coming back. I was relieved and tried to reinforce this idea, telling her we were fortunate that he would not be back. Her reaction was as unexpected as her anger had been. She became absolutely desolate. She cried every day, all day, for a week. Her anger was gone, but this was worse. Then she stopped talking, just sat around the house doing nothing. She just sat there, staring into space, and thinking about Bill. She stopped putting on make-up and her hair was always a mess. She quit cleaning the house and cooking meals. I ordered in and opened cans and let the house get dirty. It was even a struggle to persuade her to take a bath. I got scared and I stayed home from work. I began to be afraid of what she might do to herself. I checked the medicine cabinet and removed most of the pills from the bottles that I thought might be dangerous with an overdose. I stayed home almost every day for nearly three weeks, afraid to leave her alone. 

At last, almost three months after he left her, things began to get better. So slowly, it was hard to tell for sure. Her recovery was slow, but it was real. I could go to work now and soon I began to work almost full time. She made progress each day. She started to take pride in the meals she cooked. Her hair, nails, clothing all got better. I could work full time again with no worry for her. We went to dinner at the club. We went out with friends. Our social life returned. She was getting well. Things just kept getting better for several months.

As Lynn got better, I began to have hope for the future. It had been almost a year since the affair with Bill began and we hadn't made love. I couldn't. Just thinking about sex turned on that ballet of animal grunts and sweaty semen smells. Our old sex life was gone. But we cuddled and kissed and even tried to stimulate each other a bit. Occasionally I would eat pussy, but I still couldn't get it up to fuck her. Our social life had returned to normal. Our friends welcomed us back and said they were so glad Lynn was well again. She fit in with them again. I continued to let them believe her depression had been the result of a miscarriage. 

As the weeks went by our life returned to something very close to normal, except in the bedroom. Maybe now was the time. Maybe it would help her feel better about herself, improve her self-image, if we could reestablish our sexual relationship. I could wait of course, if she needed to, but maybe she was waiting for me to initiate it. It might help her get better. I was very afraid for myself. Could I do it without turning on that ballet of sights and sounds in my head? Could I get it up? Could I shut out that ballet of sights and sounds and smells that seared my memories?

I got the hot tub ready. I was careful in selecting the right evening. We had a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. We got home early. This was going to be a serious attempt. I didn't say anything to her, but it would have been hard for her not to feel that I had something in mind. We had a few drinks, smoked a joint, soaked in the hot tub, played with each other, and then went to bed. I was careful that we were not too drunk, or too stoned, we were just right. I was careful not to rush her. We were just about ready. I shut out from my mind everything but my love for her. My dick was hard for the first time in a year. Lynn reached down and took hold of me, and, then, there was a pause, I felt her body shake, and then she started laughing. She tried not to but she couldn't help it. I must have been a bit pathetic, compared to her memory of Bill. Anyway, she laughed. My dick just collapsed. Now, when your wife laughs at your dick, it's time to put it away! So, I laughed too. It just shriveled up! I remembered that first time she fucked Bill in the hot tub, how little my dick seemed then. 

From the time of that failed experiment, we held each other and tried masturbation. I ate pussy. I gave Lynn some orgasms that way but they were never anything close to her explosive experiences with Bill. I still couldn't get it up. It could have been worse, I thought. We loved each other. We were close to each other. Our marriage was intact. Lynn's reputation was intact. We had hope for the future. And, just as important, Lynn was able to talk about Bill with something like reality. She realized what had happened to her, what he had done to her, and now she hated him. We had talked about her fetish and she had gone on the net to read about it. She still had trouble believing that a subconscious urge, a fetish fantasy, could have such a major effect on her life, but she was beginning to understand it. She talked freely about "that bastard" now usually controlling her emotions. We talked about him a lot. She was gaining insight. I wanted her to understand and learn to control her fetish. These were happy months. But the ballet still played in my head. The ugly memories were still there.

******

One Saturday morning, over a year after the affair with Bill had begun, for no reason I could figure out, Lynn suddenly asked me, "Who was 'that horny redheaded bitch.'"

"How did you hear about her?" I asked.

"I just heard."

"Tell me how you heard and I'll tell you all about her," I responded.

" I was just sitting here thinking about what happened with Bill, and I remembered one time we were laying in bed, getting ready to -- you know - " 

"You were getting ready to fuck him." 

"Yeah. And, I was playing with his cock and I said to him, 'I love my husband, honey, but I sure do need this big thing.' Bill burst out laughing as though I had said the funniest thing in the world. And then he said 'You're just like that horny redheaded bitch.' So tell me, who was she? And why am I like her?"

"Well baby, when Bill and I had lunch, the day after you first fucked him, he told me you had a fetish."

"Bill explained it to me using a gal we fucked in our Junior year in college -- the one he always called 'that horny redheaded bitch.' I don't know how he knew her, but at the beginning of the semester, he started bringing her up to our dorm room for us to fuck. She had big tits and a big, thick, red, curly haired beaver and I told Bill that it really turned me on."

Lynn laughed. "Mine turns you on. You like your beavers big and hairy. I think you married me to eat my beaver."

"No way baby, it was your cooking. Anyway, Bill told me she had a fetish and worshipped his cock. She would do anything for it. He used to make her strip, wear spike heels, and run around our room buck naked."

"Oh my God! You'd seen it before -- what he did to me I mean!" 

"Yeah, well, when Bill was explaining your fetish to me, he used her as an example. He said, 'Every time that horny redheaded bitch spread her legs for me she always told me two things: how much she loved her husband and how much she needed my dick.' Then he said, 'Your wife said the same two things to me yesterday right before I fucked her.' Then he said, 'Bobby, face it, she loves us both -- you, and my dick!' Then he started to laugh. It was an ugly laugh."

Lynn closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Letting the air out slowly, she opened her eyes, and said, "I did say that to him the first time I fucked him. I was trying to make him understand I loved you and not him. And, I said it to you over and over. I wanted you to understand that I loved you. Every time I said it, it must have made you remember Bill laughing at us."

"It did. But, you're getting better now. You can talk about it."

"I can talk about how crazy it was. I felt it then but it's hard to understand it now. I was trying to tell you that I loved you but I had to fuck another guy because he had a big dick. Now, how the hell does a wife tell her husband something like that? How do I say it and not sound like a damn fool? I mean, it would be funny if it wasn't so damn sick. But, somehow you seemed to understand it."

"I did understand it. It was your fetish. Bill said it that first day. You were trapped by what was in your head and what was in his pants. I understood it a lot better after I read about it."

"God, I love you. I don't deserve you, after what I did to you, but I love you. I hate Bill, but I still see that big cock in my head and it turns me on. I'm still a crazy slut, but I feel so secure when you hold me in your arms. I feel so happy and safe when we just lay there together quietly."

"I love to hold you too, baby. You're not crazy. You have a fetish. You can learn to control it. Learn to understand it. Just like an alcoholic does." 

"Well, baby, just talk to me. You can tell me anything. After what we've been through, I can handle it."

"I don't know how you can still stay with me after what I did to you. Near the end I was doing and saying bad things to you to try to keep Bill interested in me. 

and I can still remember that I was starting to have fun laughing at you. I was beginning to get just like him. You were just somebody to laugh at. The big rock hard cock was taking me into the bedroom."

It hit me like a physical blow. She just sad exactly what her fetish was doing to her. She just turned Bill into a big rock hard cock. He was a cock -- not a man. She's already said I was a brave man to stay with her. Was she starting to understand how her mind worked when she was in love with Bill's dick?

"Oh God, it's not funny now," she continued. "You loved me -- you loved a crazy slut! You had to be a man -- hard as a rock - to take what we did to you and keep me at home. To keep me from destroying our marriage. I know that now. But Bobby, I can still see that cock in my head and I still want it. I love you for staying with me and helping me. I love you for being a man for me. And I hate that bastard who owned me just because he had big dick. But I still see it in my head!"

She understands what her fetish did! She's got that part figured out. But, the dick is still there in her mind. She has to learn to see something else. Something instead of that cock. This talk has helped her.

"Baby, that big cock will always be there. It's just like alcohol in front of an alcoholic. He needs it. He has to learn to handle that need. He has to learn to see something besides alcohol in that bottle. He's won his battle when he looks at the bottle and doesn't see alcohol, but instead he sees a destroyed marriage. You just have to do the same thing to handle your fetish -- to see something else instead of that cock. Like an reformed alcoholic."

******

Sometimes Lynn and I would sit and talk for hours about what had happened to us. Lynn seemed to gain more understanding of herself by talking. But she still saw that big dick in her head and it caused sexual arousal. I was hoping she would figure out a way to get control of it. Even hating Bill the way she did, sometimes it seemed to take over her mind. But talking was very difficult for me with the voices and visions and memories of the things she had said to me. You never tried to screw me and I was glad, because I was feeling so good that I didn't want to spoil it. Some things she said hurt. Hurt really bad! But I kept encouraging her.

"You'll learn to control it baby, just like the alcoholic controls his need for alcohol. He still thinks about it but he controls that need. " I used the analogy of the alcoholic because Lynn had known some friends who had been able to control their drinking. 

"Yeah. Sure. What happens the next time I see a big one in the hot tub? You wanna watch your wife play with some guy's dick? Remember what it says in the books -- it's situational - just show me a big one and watch me grab it. If some guy with a big one gets a hard on, I'll probably suck him off. You can't even count the number of times you saw me on my knees blowing that bastard. Every time I did it, you had to just stand there, helpless, and watch me swallow a big, thick, creamy, mouthful of that bastard's hot come, and then hand me your handkerchief to wipe the overflow off of my chin. And he was laughing at you as I cleaned his cock and put it back in his pants. You knew from beginning to end that I wanted to do it. I wanted to suck him off, so he'd fuck me some more. I'm a slut! It's what I do. How the hell could you have put up with that? How the hell could you have stayed with me? 

"I put up with it and I stayed with you because I loved you and I knew you were not a slut, but a woman with a problem she could get over - like an alcoholic has a problem he can get over. You can learn to control it just like an alcoholic. No more hot tubs with anyone but me. Just like an alcoholic avoids bars. You can control it as long as you know it's always lurking there, ready to grab you."

"It's more than lurking, Bobby, it's grabbing me. There's something I haven't told you." 

"What is it darling?"

"I've been having this same dream for over a month now. I had it again last night and it's dreadful. I haven't told you about it, because it's so awful."

"Do you want to tell me about it now?"

"You won't like it. You won't like me for having it. It's about Bill." 

"I may not like your dream, baby, but I'll still like you."

She took big breath and started on her story. "Sometimes I'll wake up at night and you'll be laying there beside me, asleep and the picture of that big cock comes into my mind and I start playing with my pussy like I did in high school. My pussy gets all wet and ready and I think about having that big thing inside me and after a few minutes I start to want it real bad. I hate Bill, but I want his dick."




Lynn and Bobby Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Princess

In the months after Lynn and I recovered from Lynn's disastrous affair with Bill we had the best sex I could have ever imagined. We were happy. My work was going well and we enjoyed our nice house in a San Diego suburb. Pretty good for just four years out of college. Then something happened. It was not intentional or premeditated. It was accidental. I accidently got laid. I had to go home and tell Lynn about it. And, frankly, I was a little bit worried. What happened was interesting.

I had had a golf lesson at the club at noon Saturday. When I finished I was walking to my car and there parked next to me was the Princess, who had just finished a set of tennis. Now, the Princess is a thirty-something, well-endowed, flashy blonde who is the trophy wife of a wealthy petroleum engineer, thirty years older than she. Her husband travels to oil fields all over the world and it was common knowledge that when he was away she "slept around." The ladies of the club nicknamed her "the Princess" because they did not like her. She was almost ten years older that me, but built like the proverbial masonry comfort station. 

We said hello, both of us a bit sweaty, and stopped to talk a while. The first thing she mentioned was that her husband was in Saudi Arabia. I found the information interesting and wondered who she had her eyes on to service her in his absence. My question was answered when she invited me over to her place for a drink and a dip in the pool to cool off. The Princess aroused my curiosity, if not my libido. There were so many stories and at least two personal accounts of her talents in bed. I was curious about her. And there she was, strutting her tits and showing me what looked like a nice ass in tight shorts. Maybe this would be interesting. To make a long story short, I spent the afternoon at her place.

When I got home it was time for cocktails and Lynn was bubbling with enthusiasm as she served our drinks, telling me all about her bridge club that morning. "How come you didn't come home after you your golf lesson? Did you play a round? 

"Play around? Yes I was playing around," I answered, not really expecting her to appreciate my humor.

"Who did you play with," she asked. 

"The Princess."

"You played a round of golf with the Princess?" Lynn asked incredulously.

"No, I played around with the Princess." 

"Run that by me again."

"I fucked the Princess."

"It's a joke, right?"

"No, it's not a joke. I fucked her. Fucked her all afternoon."

Lynn seemed pissed by what I said. 

"It's not a joke?

Her face told me I had caught her by surprise. Lynn did not like the Princess. None of the wives at the club did for obvious reasons. 

"It's not a joke. But you'll be laughing about it in a few minutes like it was a joke."

"What do you see in the Princess," Lynn asked 

" I don't see anything. I don't even know if I like her. I was just curious."

"Curious?" 

"I had heard so many stories about her. Two guys at the club claimed they'd screwed her. And suddenly, here she was telling me her husband was in Saudi Arabia, flashing those big tits at me, and inviting me over to her place for a drink and a dip in her pool to cool off. And she had on tight shorts that showed off her ass. I was curious."

"You screwed her because you were curious. You're not interested in her. You're just curious?"

"I was just curious."

"You're a bastard! Curious about what."

"The stories I heard about her. That she was good pussy and gave good head."

"So, you went to her place and then what?"

"We were hot and sweaty so we got in the pool."

"Got into the pool without your swimsuit. And she did too?"

"Well, duh!"

"So tell me about her." Lynn was still pissed, but at least she was listening.

"She's got really big tits, but she's thirty five and they sag down a little bit."

Lynn smiled, licked her finger, and made an imaginary check mark in the air off to her right, saying, "Saggy tits."

"She has a skimpy beaver."

"A skimpy beaver? Oh my God baby, you have just made my day!" She licked her finger and made another imaginary check mark on her imaginary scorecard. Lynn knew how much I liked thick hairy beavers.

"She has a nice ass, but it's not tight like yours, it's a little larger and softer."

"This just keeps getting better." Licking her finger she checked off her imaginary score card saying, "Fat ass."

"It's not really fat, and it's actually kinda fun to play with." 

"This broad is no competition! Why are you fucking her?"

"You need to hear the rest."

" What rest? Hell, I got her at seven on a scale of ten. That is if you still consider me a ten. Okay baby, what's the rest?

"You are a ten. And the rest is, she fakes her orgasms."

"Oh my God, are you sure? Tell me about it." At last Lynn was no longer pissed. She was interested in what I had to say. Maybe it would be okay after all.

"Well, after we got out of the pool and dried off, we stood there, while I checked out her equipment. Then she took me to her bedroom -- they have separate bedrooms -- and laid me on my back, sucked me to get me hard, then crawled on top and started to fuck."

"She did all the work? The bitch!"

"She did all the work. I just laid there. Now about the point you took off her score for, I think you said, 'saggy tits.' When she's on top, they hang down, right above my face, so that ..." I began to use my hands to illustrate.

"I got it, you bastard, I got it, you don't have to draw me a picture," turning to the imaginary chart and making a motion like she was erasing something. 

"Did she bring you off?"

"It took a while. At first I just laid there, playing with her tits, sucking on her extra large nipples, reaching around to play with her ass, which felt kinda nice when she was fuckin' me. It was a lot of fun. It's fun just lying there with her doing' all the work and watching her tits jiggle when she humped. Then I got serious, thought about you, and pumped a load."

"You bastard! You lousy bastard! You actually thought about me while you were fuckin' her? Damn you!"

"Would you rather I fucked you and thought about her?"

"Well, when you say it that way ..." She chuckled, "I can see myself at the bridge luncheon talking to the girls." Her voice took on a high-pitched gossipy tone as she said, 'And, Doris, my husband really loves me. He was fucking the Princess last week but he thought about me the whole time.'" She broke out in laughter, shaking her head back and forth, and blowing me a kiss. "You told me I would be laughing. So, okay, she brought you off. Then what?"

"Well, after I came, she pumped her ass several times, then started making all this noise, groaning and moaning, and closing her eyes and moving her head around trying to convince me that she was having an orgasm."

"But she didn't? Are you sure?"

I just sat there saying nothing and looked at her. Finally, she said, "Okay. Okay. You know what it feels like."

"Damn straight I do. Feels like I got my cock caught in a vice!"

She laughed. "A user-friendly vice. But not all women are the same. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. After we played around a little, I got on top of her and fucked her real nice. She wanted to blow me, but I wanted to see if I could give her an orgasm. I took my time and did it right. I tried all sorts of little things for almost twenty minutes. I worked on her every way I knew and she didn't come. I was getting tired so I thought about you again -- I'm not putting' you on baby, I really did, I imagined I heard you grunting -- and after I pumped my load, she did her act again." 

"Bastard. It still bugs me you thought of me while you were fucking her. But twenty minutes of your best fucking didn't bring her off?" 

"Makes me feel inadequate. Presents a challenge."

"You're not inadequate! What challenge are you talking about? What do you mean challenge?"

"I'm going back tomorrow afternoon and try again."

"Try again? You bastard! You're gonna make me sit here, knowing you're fucking her, waiting for you to come home to tell me if you made her come? You're a genuine bastard!"

"Well, darling, you've always told me that all men are bastards and you've told me that I am a genuine man, so ... "

She sat there laughing and shaking her head. "Okay, so what's on your agenda tomorrow?"

"Well, she promised me a blow job and I thought I might eat some pussy."

I thought Lynn was going to jump out of her chair. She shouted, "Eat pussy. Eat that bitch's pussy, while I'm sitting here thinking about you over there with her?"

"Settle down baby. I'm not in love, I'm just curious."

"Well, shit! It's okay I guess. But, I'm curious too. I'm curious to know if there's a third load in your balls this afternoon."

"Now who's the bitch! I can hear your mind clicking like a machine. Make the son-of-a-bitch prove he loves you -- wear the bastard out -- get him off tomorrow morning again before he leaves -- just empty him out -- squeeze the poor bastard like a sponge -- dry him out."

She was laughing loudly and nodding her head by the time I finished my list. "I guess I am pretty transparent. But, right now I love you and I am a horny bitch who wants to spread her legs. If you want supper, you'd better service me now. Oh, and yeah, it really will make me feel better about you loving me."

******

I was not in the best shape when I went over to the Princess' house the next afternoon. My loving wife had seen to that. Before supper, at bedtime, and this morning! I was tired, but duty calls. Into the breach, Horatio! I was going to bring that bitch off. I did not intend to hear another fake orgasm. I had a plan in my head, even if my dick was a little weak. By the cocktail hour when I returned home I was feeling really good. Mission accomplished! Lynn saw it on my face the moment I entered the front door. She greeted me with words of genuine love and affection.

"You son-of-a-bitch! You did it didn't you! You brought that horny bitch off!"

I just smiled and nodded my head yes. "Mix me a drink."

"Start at the beginning," she said as we sat down with a bottle of Glenlivet and two glasses of rocks on the table. 

"Well, you were very successful. I was too tired to fuck and I was even worried about letting' her try to blow me."

"Good!"

"Yes, good. Very good indeed. I think she saw it as a sign of affection that I was not interested wham bammin' her. She was impressed that I was nice to her. 

"Shit!"

"Yes. Shit. That's what I thought you might say. So we sat down and had a whisky. I was real nice to her."

"That's cheating! No fair!"

"All's fair in love and war. So I sat there and talked to her about herself, for over an hour. Asked about growing up, college, the job she had before marriage, what her life was like now, what she enjoyed. She really opened up and talked. We sat on the couch and I treated her like a teen-ager. After over an hour of friendly conversation and laughing, I moved over closer to her on the couch. Then a little harmless stroking, staying away from her tits and thighs, and I kissed her. No masculine aggression. Just soft words and gentle caresses. We were on the floor on a big sheepskin rug after another ten minutes and I was undressing her very slowly, kissing her all over her body as I stripped her. I don't think anyone had done anything like that to her ever. She was used to guys just whipping it out and fucking her. She just melted.

"You are an unscrupulous, unprincipled, son-of-a-bitch! You made love to her. You made love to that bitch! Didn't you? Didn't you?"

"Well, I guess I did. But, baby I never lied to her. I never said I loved her."

"Big deal! I know what she thought. Then what."

"By the time I was ready to eat pussy, she was caressing me and running her fingers through my hair. I was gentle. Very gentle. I started at her breasts and worked my way down very gradually. I stroked her body with my fingertips, being as gentle as I could be. I used my tongue very gently. Her pussy was wet. It was dripping wet. I think she used a lubricant yesterday, but she didn't need one today. I was slow and loving. I started with the tip of my tongue high on her clit then worked my way down from one side to the other until I found the spot she liked best. Then I got the tip of my tongue very softly in that spot. It was just the right place."

"Stop it you bastard. You're making me horny. You unscrupulous son-of-a-bitch! Okay what happened next?"

"Well, after that build up, it took only a couple of minutes of careful work to bring her off. She had a very long orgasm with nice gentle contractions that grew in intensity and very little noise -- just soft moaning - and I kept her going for a long time, just as long as I could. She just laid there, made those little pumps, and enjoyed it. Afterwards she lay quietly and I held her close for about fifteen minutes. I think it was the first time a man had taken the trouble to make her come in years. 

"You are truly an unscrupulous bastard. I'll bet you're the first guy ever to worry about her having an orgasm. Did she blow you? 

"Yes she did."

"Was she any good?"

"Yes she was. It was a very good and a very unusual blow job."

"What do you mean unusual. How the hell can a blow job be unusual?"

"She didn't move her head."

"Didn't move her head? Gave you a blowjob and didn't move her head? How the hell did she make you come? Did she make you come?" 

"Yes, I came in about three minutes, maybe less -- I wasn't watching the clock."

"How the hell did she do that?"

"With her you shouldn't call it head. You ought to call it tongue. She did the whole thing with the fastest tongue in the west swirling around my dick so fast I just lost my mind. Like electricity. I never felt anything like it before."

"After all my work, wearing out your dick, she just popped your cork in a couple of minutes?"

"Yep."

"The bitch! The lousy bitch! You never felt anything like it before? You bastard! You enjoyed it! Jesus! I could cry!"

"You won't though. What you will probably do is start practicing secretly on a bratwurst."

"I was laughing up till now, but this is not funny. It's not funny at all. Just her tongue?" 

"Just her tongue." 

"You liked it?"

"I liked it."

"Better than the blow jobs I give you?"

"When was the last one?"

"I don't remember. Shit! Double shit! How about tonight?"

"I'm exhausted from what you two horny broads have done to me in the last twenty four hours. My dick needs a rest. Get your learner's permit and we'll try later."

"Learner's permit! You bastard! You're making me feel bad -- you really are."

I took her in my arms and kissed her. Then I held her close and told her how much I loved her. "Now laugh about it. It really is funny. Think of it as a challenge."

She giggled and said in her gossipy bridge club voice, "Doris, I've got my work cut out for me next week. That gal that Bobby's fucking is using a new technique to blow him and I've got to learn it." She laughed. "Lets go to the club for dinner tonight."

At the club, who would walk in but the Princess, her tits standing out proudly. She was being escorted by her brother, which was respectable, in spite of several rumors about them. Her husband's brother was in his early fifties, single, and quite attractive. She seemed embarrassed that I saw her. 

Lynn was amused. "She looks guilty. She probably doesn't want you to know he's fucking her." 

"We can't be sure that he is.

"The girls at the bridge club are sure."

"That's just gossip."

"Maybe. But she looked awful guilty just now when you saw her. What did you say was the next priority on your list?"

"I want to fuck her lovingly and give her an orgasm."

"I hope you do. I want you to give her a nice big one. The best she's ever had. Do you want to know why?"

"You're going to tell me anyway."

"I want that bitch to be unhappy with every guy she fucks from now on. And after you give her a really good orgasm from a loving fuck, she will be. The only thing she'll remember will be the orgasms you gave her and she'll be disappointed with every man after you."

"The betrayed wife's revenge."

"Exactly!" Then in her bridge club voice she said, "And Doris, we've all had the wrong idea about her. She's actually very nice if you give her a chance. Bobby said he talked to her about herself and before you know it she was having really great orgasms." 

I shushed her; afraid the next table would hear. She continued with a chuckle, "If anybody had said I could joke about you fucking some blonde bitch, and not feel a thing when she walks by me in a restaurant, I would have said they were crazy." 

******

I rested a day and then, taking a half-day off from work, visited the Princess' house again. Lynn was still on board with my program and I kept my fingers crossed. This time I spent only a half hour on the couch talking to her about her life, before I made the same careful teenage approach. When I got back home at cocktail hour Lynn was waiting and was in a really good mood. I had news that would make her next bridge club morning the best of her life.

"Well?"

"Do you want the bottom line or a play by play?"

"Darling, the way you fuck, I have no doubt whatsoever about the bottom line. Give me a relaxed play by play. I'll pour the scotch." 

"Okay. For a half hour I played nice on the couch. We had a drink and a couple of puffs. Then, I took a gentle approach and gave her what I would describe as a polite, missionary fuck, taking my time and being very careful where my dick rubbed her. I was fucking for her orgasm, not mine. Less than five minutes in to it, she started a slow gentle hump -- not a fake hump for show -- but a real hump she couldn't avoid. I would call it a very ladylike hump. I had her and I kept her. She just built and built and then she moaned softly and her pussy started a series of soft contractions. Her contractions started very softly and then her orgasm mounted in intensity. She just poured out juice. Her contractions were long lasting and steady. I'd say her orgasm lasted at least twice as long as yours, maybe longer. No loud noises -- just soft moaning with increasing intensity, and her hands caressing my back and pulling me close." 

"Twice and long as me? The bitch!"

"Yep, maybe longer. Then I held her close and she just lay there holding me, caressing me, until I started humping and thinking about you and then she humped back till I pumped my load. She held my head in her two hands, looked up at me and told me it was the best "loving" she had ever had." 

"The L-word! I was afraid of that!"

"I don't think so. She was trying to tell me how gentle and caring I had been. What she needed was tenderness -- that was the secret to her satisfaction. We took a break for a drink. Then I started talking to her in my 'serious voice.' I said I had seen her with her brother at the club. Then I said that I didn't want her to keep secrets from me. If I were going to see her, she would have to be completely honest." 

"I told her I wanted to see her again but I had two friends who told me they took her to bed, and then I said 'I don't want to be sitting at the club bar with some guy who's been in your bed and me not know about it. Do you understand that?' And she said she understood."

"So I steered her over to a small desk with writing paper and pen. I took out a sheet of paper and handed her a pen and said, 'Make a list of all the guys at the club who have been in your bed. If the two guys I know were in your bed are not on that list, I'm walking out now and I won't be back.'"

Lynn started to laugh. "Oh my God! You bastard! You made tender love to her, got her to fall for you, got her to want you again, then threatened to leave her if she didn't list all the guys she's fucked? You're a total bastard! I hope to hell she told you to fuck-off."




Lynn and Bobby Ch. 02



"No, actually, she started writing down a list of names."

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Tell me. Tell me. You got a list? Tell me! You got a list! Show it to me! Quick! Show it to me! Quick!" She was almost jumping up and down in her chair. 

"Quiet down. Wait just a minute. She handed me the list. I looked at it carefully. Then I took her in my arms and gave her a big loving kiss. Then another. Then I handed it back to her and asked her to put down the number of times she had been with each guy."

"Oh shit you didn't!"

"I did. I said if you're in doubt just write down an approximate number. When she had finished, I kissed her again, picked her up and carried her to bed and allowed her to give me a blowjob. For your benefit, I looked at the digital bedside clock. It took less than three minutes."

Lynn just sat there shaking her head. "You are beyond a doubt the most unscrupulous, reprehensible bastard ever to walk the earth."

I reached in my coat pocket and pulled out the folded list and waved it in the air. Lynn practically jumped across the table reaching for it. I jerked it away and put it back in my pocket. "We are going to have a brief negotiation."

"What the hell do you mean negotiation?"

"We are going to agree on some things you are going to do for me, if I show you this list."

"You're still a bastard, but I have to admit that you've got me by the balls."

"You don't have any balls."

"Well if I did you would. Okay. What do you want?

"First, I want you to go to the store and purchase a bratwurst of an appropriate size for your practice sessions."

"You're serious," she chuckled. "I can do that. Okay, what next."

Second, you are going to prepare a book of tickets labeled Princess blowjobs. We will negotiate the appropriate number. 

"Bastard! You want me to issue tickets? So you can go over and get a BJ anytime you want as long as you have a ticket left in your book?"

"You catch on quick."

"Bastard! What else?"

"I will agree, that you can collect one of my tickets, if you deliver a blowjob of comparable quality."

"You lousy son-of-a-bitch. You're going to have me practicing on a bratwurst, then practicing on you till I get it right, then earning back the tickets in your book before she does!"

I nodded. "You are a quick study, my dear. You should start earning those tickets back in no time. That's the way a free market works. Competition!"

Lynn was laughing so hard the conversation just broke down. "And I can't tell anybody. I can't share it with a soul! Do you know how funny you are? You bastard! I can't tell anybody. I love you so much that sometimes it hurts. Just tell me how many tickets to make out and show me that damn list."

I pulled the list out of my pocket and handed it to her. She quickly scanned it and said, "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. There're twelve names on this list, including her brother and Oh my God! Doris' husband! And he's listed at over ten times. Doris' husband has been banging her regularly. I wonder if Doris knows. Maybe that's why she's always making remarks about the Princess. Bobby, do you realize that I have sat at a luncheon table of six and every husband except mine has been banging her?"

"What do you mean 'except mine'?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. I meant every husband. Oh shit! Double shit! I can't tell anybody! Bobby, I can't tell anybody. I can't tell a soul! It makes me want to cry. How do I say 'And Doris, my husband is chasing after your husband's record of banging the Princess. I think he's gaining.' How do I say it? I can't tell anybody. It's not fair! It's just not fair." 

At which point we laughed so much we couldn't talk and Lynn said, "Let's skip supper and take a bottle of red wine and some cheese to bed. If your pecker is too tired to fuck we can at least drink."

******

Several weeks after I first fucked the Princess, I was treated to one of the most interesting conversations I had ever listened to. Lynn and I were sitting over in the corner of the club having cocktails when the Princess walked in. She scanned the room and, seeing us, she smiled and headed in our direction like an old friend. Lynn nudged me with her elbow. 

When she got to our table she said, "May I join you?"

Lynn said coldly, "Of course," and the Princess sat down at our table. 

"My husband made some more money in Saudi," she said with a chuckle, "not as though he needs it."

I was a bit surprised that she had joined us and was hardly concentrating as Lynn and the Princess exchanged small talk. Then the Princess dropped a bomb. It was atomic!

"I get all these nasty looks from so many broads who wonder if their husbands are banging me. It's nice to join a couple where there's no doubt." 

I sat there too surprised to say anything. Then Lynn and the Princess proceeded to engage in the most interesting and stimulating conversation I have ever heard. It was a conversation that in minutes made them the very best of friends. I watched them, speechless.

Lynn said, "What's that supposed to mean?" Her voice was angry.

"It means that you are the luckiest woman I ever met. Your husband loves you so much, he can tell you all about fucking the club whore and you can laugh about it. You have been laughing, I hope?"

"What makes you think he told me?"

"I don't think he told you, honey, I know he told you, because I know how much he loves you. He'd never screw another woman without telling you all about it."

Lynn sat there, hardly knowing what to say. She looked at me and I was no help. Finally she said, "How the hell do you know so much about him loving me?"

"He told you, didn't he?"

"Yes, he told me."

"He made you laugh about it, didn't he?"

"Yes, he made me laugh."

"He loves you that much doesn't he?"

"Yes, he does."

"He's proved it to you, hasn't he?"

"Yes he has."

"He's gone through hell for you, hasn't he?" 

"Yes." Lynn's voice was a little softer and weaker.

"Suffered for months for you, hasn't he?"

Lynn looked at me. She was afraid. She just nodded, yes.

"Lied for you, hasn't he? He's the strongest man you ever met, isn't he?"

Lynn got very pale. She just nodded her head, weakly. She sat there absorbing what she heard and finally, said softly, "How do you know?"

"That bastard told me what he did to you two. He thought it was funny."

My stomach stared to cramp from fear. I had thought Lynn's affair with Bill had been kept secret. It was sordid and ugly and it had lasted for months. It was all I could do to preserve Lynn's reputation during that time. The Princess was right. I had suffered a lot, but I was shocked that Bill had told her. The three of us sat there silently for a minute. Then Lynn asked weakly, "Does anyone else know?"

"I doubt it. Bill rarely talks about his Poon. That's what he called you, honey. Poon. Gives you a nice sense of solid self-respect doesn't it! He left town shortly after you had your so-called 'miscarriage.' Bobby stayed and took care of you then, didn't he. How do you think he felt watching you get depressed and cry about losing your lover? But, he stayed and took care of you."

"Yes he stayed. I would have been lost without him. How ... How did he feel? I don't know. I wasn't thinking much about him then."

"You weren't thinking about him at all, honey. The only thing you were thinking about was yourself. Because you were a selfish bitch. I thought about you a lot when that degenerate bastard was telling me what he did to you two. It made me think about what I'd done to myself a few years ago. I know what it's like to be a selfish bitch. I've been there. Somehow, it made you my friend. I've never had a woman I could share it with. A woman whose face I could watch when I told her."

"I've never had a woman I could talk to about it either. Only Bobby." 

"Tell me something Lynn. Bill thought it was funny watching you do it, but tell me, how you could think it was funny when you took the best man you ever knew, and just for laughs, you made fun of how much he loved you?" 

"You don't understand."

"Actually I do understand. He told me about your fetish when he showed me his dick. He was bragging about how big his dick was and what it did to your head. Your fetish for big dicks. Now, make no mistake Lynn, he does have a big dick, but the only thing he thinks about is himself. That makes him a lousy fuck. Your husband can fuck rings around him. I rate my men by what they do for me --not what they show me and brag about."

"A big dick is all in your head, honey," she continued, "not in your pussy. That pussy is designed to let a baby go through it. It stretches. No dick in the world is big enough to hurt it. It's all in your head. A big one will turn some gals on looking at it, but when a gal says she feels it, she's really feeling it in her head, not in her pussy. You just thought a big dick made a big man. It doesn't."

I had to say something. "Lynn's over it now. She's beat that fetish. She paid a high price and ... "

She interrupted me, "You were the one that paid the high price, Bobby. She got a hell of a lot less than she deserved. But this conversation is between two women. You can listen, but don't talk."

Turning back to Lynn. "If it hadn't been for your husband, you would be the club whore right now instead of me. You know that don't you?"

"I know it. I told him so."

"And you don't know it, but after I fucked your husband I decided to give up whoring, at least for a while. The ladies think I'm still a whore, but no more, honey, no more. I'm tired of just getting banged. I'm tired of faking orgasms. Oh, and by the way, Lynn, your husband's the only guy on that list sensitive enough to notice that, and caring enough to change it."

Lynn looked down at her drink. "I don't know what to say."

"He even loves you so much he thought about you when he was fucking me. That's the way he got off."

"Oh my God, did he tell you that?"

"No honey, he didn't tell me. It was obvious."

"He didn't tell you? Why was it obvious?"

"Honey, I'm thirty five years old. I've fucked a lot of guys. I know what's in their heads. God, you ought to see what's in some of these guys sick heads!"

"Tell me. How did you know?"

"Okay. He brought me off gently, just the way I need, like no other man has bothered to do in eight years. Somehow he knew what I needed. Then he held me like a lover and stroked me while I rested a bit. Then he started to fuck for himself. And, then he was pumping somebody else, not me. Now, I know he loves you, so it must have been you he was pounding so hard."

"Damn! When he told me he was thinking about me, it pissed me off."

"Yeah, you'd rather he was fucking you and thinking about me, right?"

"That's exactly what he said!"

"Yeah, he said it, because he understands love and fuckin'. You obviously don't! If my man told me he had to think about me to come with another broad, I'd a said a thank-you-prayer to Venus, thrown myself into his arms, and given him a great big kiss. And every time he looked at a pair of big tits bouncin' by, I'd smile and know those tits were just warming him up for me. He thought about you, honey, because you turn him on! Figure it out!"

"Yeah. You're I guess you're right. God, you know a lot I need to learn."

"I know how you like to get fucked. You like to have that pussy pounded. I know. I felt it. It wasn't bad the way he did it. Not my style, but not bad. When I figured out what was going on in his head, I kicked my ass into gear, told Pussy to pick up the pace, and fucked him like he deserved, till he pumped his load. It was kinda nice, actually, watching his face and knowing he was thinking about you. God, as he pounded me, I was layin' there wishing I had a man thinkin' about me like that! Bobby really knows how to fuck. He feels what a woman's body wants, what she likes, what she needs, and he gives it to her. The way he fucks, he could have a nun pumping her ass in a couple of minutes."

"He's good isn't he? I don't deserve him."

"No, honey, you don't. You sure as hell don't deserve him! But you got him all the same. Always think of yourself as a reformed slut, who got lucky. You should be very grateful for what Bobby did for you when you were out of your mind chasing Bill's oversized cock."

Lynn looked at the Princess with a new respect in her eyes. "Bobby never reminds me that I was a stupid slut. He keeps forgiving me for what I did. I'm ashamed of it and I can never talk about it with anyone but him."

I sat for a moment, watching the two of them. I didn't know what the Princess had done to deserve the way she thought of herself, but I think she needed a woman to talk to about it with. Maybe Lynn needed a woman she could talk to as well. 

The Princess leaned across the table, put her hand on Lynn's shoulder, and said, "Honey, both of us need a friend. Can I be yours? I have a story I need to tell another woman, that'll curl your hair, about a really stupid bitch. Me."

Lynn just smiled at her a nodded her head. 

It's hard to remember exactly how it happened, but somehow Lynn and the Princess became very close friends. She even told Lynn to call her "Princess." "It's a good reminder," she said. The three of us began to have dinner together, sometimes with her husband. He was usually too busy to join us and often out of town, but he was happy that Princess had found friends. 

The ladies of the club were horrified at the friendship that the two of them developed. And a number of their husbands were equally horrified when they discovered that their available pussy had disappeared. Lynn and Princess had lunch at the club and cocktails regularly. They played tennis together. They would sit for hours talking and when I was around they talked about things that sometimes shocked me, as though I were not even there. 

I understood when they talked about dumb things they'd done to screw up their lives, but I was surprised that one of their favorite topics was their orgasms. These they discussed in almost clinical detail for hours. One night early on while Princess' husband was on another trip, we were sipping scotch on our patio when they turned to their favorite topic. 

"Bobby talks about your ladylike silent pumps. I never knew there was such a thing as a ladylike way to pump your ass. He says they are aristocratic. He calls them Princess pumps. But, he says your orgasm lasts a long time. That doesn't seem fair. How the hell do you do that?"

Princess laughed, "I don't do it. You husband does. He just keeps me comin' and comin'. He knows how we like to fuck!"

"Did you ever fuck some guy who didn't know how to fuck?" Princess continued. "You don't know how bad some guys out there really are. You ought to try fuckin' a couple of 'em some time so you could appreciate what you got at home. Your friend Doris, for example. You ought to fuck her husband. He comes so fast that I hardly know he's started to screw me. He's a lousy fuck. Try fuckin' him and you will really appreciate what Bobby does for you."

"Doris," said Lynn in her fancy bridge club voice, "could you loan me your husband tonight? The Princess says I ought to fuck him so I could appreciate what I have at home." Lynn and Princess burst out laughing.

"Well, if you did fuck him, you would appreciate Bobby. The first time I fucked Bobby, as we got started, Pussy says to me 'Cut out the porn-queen act honey, this guy knows how to fuck.' Well, I didn't listen to her and I did my act. Bobby saw through it! I just wasn't used to giving myself to a guy. I'll tell you some time how often I've been hurt. Pussy was yellin' at me but I just ignored her."

I had heard Princess describe other conversations that she had had with her pussy, which amazed me. I couldn't recall the last time I talked to my dick. My dick is a simple, sturdy fellow, but he has a one-track mind, which makes him a boring conversationalist.

"The next time Bobby fucked me, he didn't give me a chance to screw it up. With the drinks, the gentle talk, and the way he took his time and caressed me, he had me from the start. Hell, I was trying to spread my legs before he pulled my pants down. Pussy said, 'You stupid bitch, I told you so.' He was so loving and gentle. Before I could even think about giving myself to him, he had me! Then, what he calls the 'Princess pumps' started all by themselves. I lost control -- lost hell! I never had control. He played me like a fuckin' violin, and God it felt good. I hadn't felt Pussy grab on to and wrap herself around a dick like that in years. She just wore her poor little self out! She thanked me for it, although she gave most of the credit to him, and warned me to clean up my act and hang on to 'that dick'. Pussy doesn't remember names very well, only dicks. He owned me after that fuck, I mean, he owned me. You know what it's like for him to own you."

"I know. And I know what it's like not to deserve it. Princess, you and I are the luckiest gals in the whole world. I am happy to share this guy with you. But it's not free. He said after your first blowjob, 'The Princess doesn't give head. She gives tongue!' That bastard's had me practicing on a bratwurst ever since. You gotta teach me how to do that!"

That night the three of us ended up in the hot tub. I think the two of them had planned it. Anyway, they invited me to service them both. Or, "service two horny broads who really need it" as they put it, laughing. I proceeded to answer their request, bringing each to orgasm on the mat beside the hot tub, while holding my own orgasm. I knew what they wanted and gave it to them. What happened next was the best sex I ever had.

They laid me on my back and head to head they began to use their tongues on my chest and belly. Lynn working her way up to my mouth and delivered some of the sexiest kisses she had ever given me and rubbed her tits all over my face when she moved back down again to tickle my belly with her tongue. Princess worked down to my cock and balls where her swirling tongue could have brought me off in less that a minute. But, instead, she just teased my dick with ten second swirls. 

I was so desperate to come that I tried to grab her head to keep it on my dick but Lynn held my arms and said, "Tease him, Princess. Tease him. Make him show us 'Old Faithful'"

They did tease me for almost ten minutes. My cock started to ache and my balls felt like they were going to explode. Princess timed it perfectly. She let go of it and said to Lynn, "Here he comes!" My dick just stood straight up, quivering, throbbing, pulsating, and then I began violently pumping loads of never ending spurts, high into the air, while both of them laughed hysterically and competed to catch this bonanza in their mouths. It seemed it would never end. When it was finally over and my dick started to get drippy and limp, I just lay there completely exhausted. They called it 'Old Faithful' and Lynn said they could make it shoot higher next time if they teased me longer. I wasn't sure I could take that.

We three rested in the hot tub while they exchanged practical ideas on how to make my dick hold out longer and shoot higher. We savored our wine. Then I listened to the two of them talk about their favorite subject - their orgasms. They would exchange whispers, and then break out in hysterical laughter. I just sat there in the water sipping my wine, and listening to two of the sexiest women I have ever known talk about how much they liked to fuck me. Unsurprisingly, that was my favorite topic of their conversations. We were resting up for that king sized bed. I realized that I had at least two performances ahead of me that night. I was going to have a wonderful life, if my dick lived.



Lynn and Bobby Ch. 03



Chapter 03: Bobby Plays Golf

My wife had gone back East to be with her mother for some routine surgery and I was batching it for a couple of weeks. I had been invited to a nearby golf club to play in the member-guest tournament, so I went alone. It was a fun time and at the closing dinner dance Saturday night I was seated with my host and his wife and two other couples. One couple left early and my host left before I did pleading a headache, so I was left with Dave and Sandy with whom I was having a friendly conversation. Dave ran a successful petroleum business in San Diego and Sandy was a charming brunet about thirty-five years old. They had been married since college, so it must have been a good marriage. They made a good-looking couple. Sandy was medium height, about 120 pounds, and built like the proverbial masonry comfort station. Her large boobs were displayed in a low-cut, but tasteful, black dress that showed off her narrow waist and sexy hips. Dave was tall and distinguished with the look and manner of a successful business executive.

Dave caught my eye as I stared once too often at Sandy's boobs. He just nodded and smiled and the next time he and I went to the bar for drinks, I said, "You have a beautiful wife. I hope you don't mind me admiring her."

He laughed. "I don't mind at all. She's a good-looking woman. Why don't you dance with her? She's a great dancer."

I said I would and when we got back to the table I invited her to dance. I knew the moment I took her in my arms that something unusual was about to happen. She put her body close to mine and straddled my leg, her pussy rubbing against me, and her right hand tickling my neck. We danced that way not talking and had a second dance that was just as hot.

Back at the table Dave said, "You two dance great together. You're both really good. I enjoyed watching you."

We sat there not saying much and when the band played another slow song, I said to Dave, "Let me see you dance with Sandy."

"No, I'd rather just watch you two."

I took Sandy by the hand and led her out on the floor. I whispered in her ear, "Was Dave just being polite or does he like to watch us dance?"

"He wasn't being polite. He wanted to watch us dance again."

That sounded to me like an invitation, but I wasn't sure, so I carefully moved my right hand down from her waist closer to her shapely ass. She just held me closer and rubbed her pussy on my leg. Then I moved it down and cupped her left buttock. Most of the people had gone home and the dance floor was fairly dark. We danced that way for a while and I began to play with her very lovely butt.

"Turn me so Dave can watch what you're doing to me," she said. 

Well, I thought, what do we have here? I danced her over close to the table and turned her so Dave could watch me play with her ass. His eyes seemed frozen on my hand and finally he looked up at me, smiled, and nodded his head. My question was answered.

I whispered to Sandy, "Does Dave like to watch?"

"Yes he does," she said and with that she took my head in both her hands and kissed me hard on the lips as her husband watched. "Do you want to come home with us?"

She was turning me on, so I said I would love to go home with them.

"Good. Just follow my lead. It may seem silly but it works better if we do it the way that turns him on."

We went back to the table and Sandy leaned over to Dave for a brief whispered conversation. He nodded his head yes.

"Bob," he said, "lets walk over to the bar for one more drink."

I followed him. After we got the drinks he led me off to a quiet place and after a sip of his drink said, "Sandy says you like her and she likes you. Would you like to fuck my wife?"

Damn! She'd already invited me, and I'd said yes, but she made him ask me anyway. She was humiliating him. Clearly she was running this relationship and telling him what to do. And he was doing it, like an obedient cuckold. This might be an interesting night.

"I would like very much like to fuck your wife, Dave. She's a sexy lady. Great tits! And she's been rubbing her pussy against my leg all night. Would you like to watch us fuck?"

"Yes I would, if you'll let me. I like to watch. Why don't you follow me over to our house? Sandy can ride with you in case you get lost." The assertive executive tone of voice I had heard earlier was gone now. He voice was very soft.

Sandy and I left the parking lot following her husband, but after a few miles she told me to slow down and directed me into a dark parking lot near a church, where we stopped and turned off the lights. 

"Kiss me," she said, and I kissed her. She rubbed some of her lipstick on her finger, smeared it on my shirt collar, and pulled my tie loose. "He doesn't really expect us to be right behind him. It turns him on to think about us parked some place and making out while he waits for us at the house, not knowing what we're doing, and helpless to do anything about it. It makes him tame and obedient. It gets him in the right mood. You'll see a different man when we get home."

Then Sandy, unemotionally, unbuttoned the back of her dress, pulled it off of her shoulders and took her bra off. Her tits were all that I had imagined they would be. I couldn't resist playing with them and kissing her nipples. But it was only a few minutes before she put her dress back over her shoulders. Then she pulled up her dress to her waist, and wiggled out of her panties. She was wearing hose and a garter belt that framed her thick brunet beaver beautifully. She spread her legs and let me play with her a little while. But it was clear she was not very interested in sex at the moment. What the hell was going on? Then she handed me her bra and panties.

"When we get to our living room, I want you to just toss these on the table. Be sure Dave see's you do it. And be very casual, as if it's no big deal for you to pull his wife's pants down the first night you meet her. You're the stud."

Dave was waiting expectantly when we got there and had the ice and glasses on the table and a bottle of Glenlivet ready to pour. 

"We got lost," I said as I tossed her bra and panties on the coffee table in front of him.

"Looks like you two had some fun on the way." He was almost trembling and spoke softly and submissively. "I wish I could have watched you."

He rubbed his crotch and I could see he had a hard on. Sandy had said for me to just follow her lead, so I let her answer.

"Yeah, We had some fun. And now, if you behave yourself and be a good boy, we're going to let you watch us have some more fun. If you pay attention and keep our glasses full, we might even let you help out when we do it. And we're gonna do it, Dave. We're gonna do it big time. Bobby's gonna have some fun with your loving wife tonight."

"You can count on me," he said. "I'll do anything you tell me to do. Anything. Just let me watch." He was so excited he was trembling.

Sandy excused herself saying she was going to get into something more comfortable. I sat there with Dave, sipping my scotch and saying very little. Clearly I had stumbled on to an unusual situation. Dave obviously liked to watch another guy fuck his wife -- he was a voyeur. He was eager to be a cuckold. I had met voyeur-cucks before. But usually their wives just went along with guys they brought home. Sandy was a different breed. She was a sexy bitch and she was taking charge of him -- dominating him - and obviously he loved it. Finally, I broke the silence.

"Do you and Sandy do this often?"

He was a different man from the club. He spoke very submissively. "Not very often. Every couple of months. Sandy decides when. The guy has to be just right. She says we have to be very careful. She has an instinct about guys. She's been sizing you up all evening. Ask her about it. You'll be surprised what she already knows about you. She always knows what to do and she tells me. I always do what she says." 

When Sandy came back she had on a lovely floor length negligee. It was see through and revealed hose, garter belt, bra, and panties -- all matching and very sexy with her spike heels. You could see a hint of that thick brunet beaver through her thin panties. She was beautiful and very sensuous.

I complemented her on her outfit. Dave handed her a drink and she held it up for a toast. Dave and I stood and clinked our glasses with her and she turned to Dave and said, "David, please make a proper toast." She said it as if it were a command.

Dave responded obediently. He held his glass high. "To a wonderful evening with our new friend Bob." And turning to me he said, "And, Bob, I want you to enjoy my wife."

If I needed any further proof that she was a dominatrix and Dave was a voyeur-cuck, this was it. And he was a very subservient one at that. He had already changed a lot from what he was like earlier in the evening. He was now very submissive and docile. And as the evening progressed he would change even more. To see this prosperous, successful business executive, so confident and assertive at the party earlier, turn in to a submissive, obedient voyeur-cuck was fascinating. I had seen voyeur-cucks before, but none so dominant in their real life and so submissive in their sex life and none with a take-charge, sexy wife like Sandy. She was something very new for me and she turned me on.

Dave put on some music and bustled around freshening our drinks, more like a waiter than a host. Sandy and I sat on the couch and I put my arm around her and kissed her. She was quite different from when she took off her bra and panties in the car. Her body language now told me she wanted me to make love to her, but there was something else about her that I couldn't figure out. My wife and my wife's best friend, Princess, had told me that I had an instinct for what women wanted and maybe it was true. I hoped so. Anyway, I began to make love to her. I was tender and gentle. She responded, getting warmer as our kisses and caresses became more overtly sexual. I took my time. Her husband sat across from us, stroking his crotch and silently watching me seduce his wife. He watched her respond to my caresses, but he was always careful to keep our glasses full of scotch. When he stood to freshen our drinks I could see a bulge in his pants.

As I caressed her, I remembered that she was doing this for her husband, not for me. Maybe that was what I sensed. She was giving him what he wanted to see. I stroked her thigh and moved my hand up to her pussy and began to stroke it through her panties. She spread her legs, just a bit, to make it easy for me. I looked over at her husband and was not surprised to see he had unzipped his fly and taken his cock out. He had a hard on and was stroking it as he watched me play with his wife's pussy. She was giving him a show! I was just an actor in her performance! Damn! That brought me back to earth. I was fucking his wife for his entertainment, not mine. A sobering thought, but not a complete turn-off. It might still be fun. Sandy was a sexy bitch.

"Put on some dance music." It was a command, not a request. And he obeyed quickly. He got up and put a different CD in the player, his hard cock bouncing up and down comically as he raced across the room. Soft dance music enveloped the room. I got up and pulled her up with me, took her in my arms and we danced. His eyes were glued to my hands as I caressed her ass and tits. 

It was time to strip her down and I dropped her negligee first and danced her around in bra and panties. She was beautiful, her figure almost perfect -- full and mature, but perfectly proportioned. The bra came off next and then I danced her over in front of him and played with her large tits as he sat there masturbating. Standing behind her with her body almost touching his knees, I slowly pulled her pants down and showed him her thick hairy beaver. She stepped out of her panties and I tossed them on his lap, then I reached down and started to stroke her beaver.

She was naked now except for her spike heels and hose and that lovely garter belt which framed her magnificent curly haired bush. I danced with her a bit more, playing with her ass and tits. Then I turned her toward him and danced behind her as I undressed. When I turned her around to face me again, I had a beautiful erection, standing straight out and bouncing slightly as I danced. It was the first time she had seen it and she looked down at it, then back up at me, and smiled. 

"I'm not disappointed," she said. "But then, I didn't expect to be. Dave will like it too. Lets dance over and show him." 

I pulled her close, lifting my hard cock up and trapping it against her belly and continued to dance with her. We danced over in front of her husband and then she stepped away from me so he could see my cock. It stood straight out, big and hard. She stroked it a little and his eyes froze on my dick as though he saw nothing else. As he stared at my erection, he was masturbating frantically. Suddenly he ejaculated, big gobs of thick white semen spurting into the air and falling back on his trousers. 

"That's a good boy," Sandy said to her husband. "Have your fun, but keep an eye on our drinks."

He just nodded as he sat there with his now limp dick in his hand. Then she led me a few feet away to a large sheepskin rug, which dominated the living room floor, as though she had placed it in this position on purpose to give her husband the best view.

We danced a few minutes near the rug, and then she laid down on her back and pulled me down with her, careful to position us in the exact place for her husband to get the best view as she spread her legs. I lay on my side and kissed her, holding her head in my left hand and exploring her body with my right. Her husband just stared at us as if hypnotized. This was what he had been waiting to see, what he needed to see. I watched as it captured his brain and made him helpless. His cock was erect again and he pumped it fast and hard, and as I watched, he ejaculated again, further soiling his pants and the chair he was sitting in. His pants were now covered with patches of thick, white cum.

"Don't worry," Sandy whispered in my ear, "he'll do that over a half dozen times tonight."

A half dozen! I was stunned. Her husband was going to jack off a half dozen times watching us fuck! He was a pervert! Then I thought about it a little more. No, this was his sex life. For him, this was sex. Watching his wife get fucked was what he lived for. He was a successful and powerful business executive, but he probably fucked his wife thinking about watching her fucking another man. Only occasionally did he have what, for him, was real sex. That was when he got to watch another man make him a cuckold. He lived for that moment. Sandy understood his need. She carefully selected guys who were "safe" -- guys she could fuck and not destroy his reputation. She was exactly what he needed. No wonder their marriage had survived since college. I wondered how many guys this beautiful woman has fucked since college, while her husband watched.

I started to crawl between her legs but she held me off. "Wait a minute. Let him recover. Then we'll do it the way he likes."

I did what she said -- I played with her body for a few minutes. Then she called to him in a very dominant voice.

"David! Get over here. Bobby wants to fuck me. Get him ready!"

He came over quickly to where we lay on the rug and got down on his knees. He reached over to me and gently took my hard cock in his hand. He bent down and started to suck it.

"That's it, baby. Get him ready!" She was giving orders, sternly. "Get his cock nice and hard. Get it wet for your wife. Do it right. Get it all wet, dammit!" She reached over and, putting her hand on the back of his head, pushed him down on my cock. My entire cock was now deep in his throat and he didn't gag. I could feel the large head of my dick pushing against the back of his throat between his tonsils as she pushed his head down.

"I really want to fuck this guy, David. I need you to get that big dick hard and wet. Do you want to watch him fuck me?"

My dick was still in his mouth and he didn't answer her. She said it again -- louder and more demanding, "Do you want to watch this guy fuck me?"

He looked up, trembling. His lips only inches from my cock, which was dripping with his saliva. "Yes, please. I want to watch him fuck you." Turning to me, he said, "Please. Fuck my wife while I watch."

This subservient, obedient, trembling creature was so different from the dominant successful business executive I had seen only hours before that it was hard to recognize him as the same man. Sandy was dominating him and giving him the helpless pleasure he needed. 

She spread her legs wide. "Put it in for him, Davie boy. Put that big cock into your wife's pussy. Then play with your dick and watch us fuck."

He did as she commanded. I felt his hand tremble as he put my cock into her wet pussy. Then I fucked her while he sat on the floor next to us, watched and masturbated. 

"Fuck me Bobby. Fuck me good. I need it. I really need it." She was moaning and groaning and calling my name and begging me to fuck her and humping. I had trouble for a minute because I knew she was just acting for her husband. I almost lost it. That would have been embarrassing! But then I thought about what we were doing to this voyeur-cuck's mind while he watched, helpless and humiliated. I kept it up and started to pump her harder. It was good pussy, so I settled in to enjoy a nice piece of ass. 

After a few minutes she moaned, "I'm gonna come. Oh God I'm gonna come" and started to shake and move her head around with her eyes closed. Was it an orgasm? I didn't feel any contractions in her pussy. Several minutes later I had mine -- it was a good one but nothing special. I filled her up and she pushed me so that I rolled off of her. Dave, panting and groaning, ejaculated on the floor next to us, then quickly dove between his wife's legs and started noisily to suck my cum out of her pussy. She lifted her knees and spread her legs wide to make it easy for him to get at that load of thick white semen that was dripping from her gaping pussy. 

I lay there for a moment, thinking, okay, I enjoyed fucking her and I don't think I ever heard a guy slurp like that eating cum out of a pussy, but something's still wrong. Then I realized what it was. I had been only a performer in a show to satisfy her husband, who had jacked off a third time watching me pump my load. Still, Sandy was a good solid piece of ass and I enjoyed her. I hadn't done this all that often and I wasn't at ease with it yet. We got up and finished our drinks, standing naked in the living room. Her husband stood there with his limp dick sticking out of his fly.

Sandy then led me by the hand into the master bedroom. She ordered her husband to mix two fresh drinks and bring them to us. She gave him orders for coffee at ten the next morning. Then she ordered him to leave the room, close the door, and leave us alone. He obeyed without question or comment. When the door closed she gave a big sigh of relief and turned to me. 

"Now we can relax and talk and have some fun," she said. "I need to rest a little, because it's always so hard for me to do that exactly the way he likes it. Just one more thing to do." 

"Come here and help me." She moved to the head of the bed and pushed it closer to the wall. 

"When we fuck, the bed hits the wall. He's in the guest bedroom on the other side of this wall, listening and jacking off. When he hears the bed bounce against the wall he jacks off. He'll jack off seven or eight times tonight. His dick will be a wreck in the morning and we can have some fun with it. It's fun for him too."

"He had a really good time tonight," she said, sitting on the side of the bed and sipping her scotch. "He was so excited he lost his gag reflex. He doesn't always do that. That's why I was able to push his head down and made him deep-throat your cock. What did it feel like when the head of your cock hit the back of his throat?"




Lynn and Bobby Ch. 03



"I've never had a man do that before. He's got big tonsils. They just enveloped the head of my dick like nothing I ever felt before."

"He's not gay, you know. Taking your dick in his mouth is a form of humiliation -- the ultimate humiliation really - and that turns him on big time because he knows he's stimulating the man who's getting ready to fuck his wife."

"You work hard at this, don't you?" I chuckled. Sandy was an interesting woman.

"Like I said, he deserves it. He needs it, he really does. We have a good life. He worked long hours to be successful and now he makes a lot of money. He's good to me. He deserves happiness, so I try to make him happy. He's got these sex hang-ups so I have to keep him safe. Without me he would have gotten into deep shit years ago with his unusual needs and weaknesses."

Then she laid down on the bed and heaved a big sigh. She opened her arms to me and for the first time since I met her she was not acting to entertain her husband. She was just having fun for herself. I lay down with her and embraced her and kissed her. I kissed her softly and we lay there propped up on pillows, sipping our Glenlivet. As we talked, I began to understand this remarkable woman for the first time. We talked and laughed and played with each other for over an hour. She knew all about me -- where I worked, that I was happily married, that my wife was at her mother's house. She knew that I was "safe". I told her about myself and about Lynn -- not everything, of course -- but a lot. 

After we got to know each other much better, we fucked. She was a different woman. She was passionate with strong, long-lasting orgasms that grabbed my cock hard. She was not the moaner-groaner she had been when her husband was watching, but she pumped her ass like she enjoyed it. She was really good and our bodies fit well together. 

After her first orgasm, she held me close. "Damn! I really need this. It's always difficult to find just the right man."

We fucked several times that night. And the bed made noise against the wall each time we did, but she was such a good fuck that I didn't even think about that poor bastard jacking off just inches away. I just fucked her and relaxed and enjoyed myself. And, she enjoyed it too. Then we slept.

Bright and early -- if ten o'clock can be called bright and early -- there was a polite knock on our door and her husband entered carrying a tray of coffee and toast. He served us in bed. He stood beside the bed, naked, waiting for Sandy to give him orders. His dick was flaccid. We took our time and after we finished our coffee, she called him over to her, as she lay in bed. She threw her covers off and lay there naked. I knew she was back on stage and into her act. It was interesting to watch.

"Want to fuck me baby? You know I how like my morning fuck." She said in a very sexy voice. "Are you gonna be up to it this time?"

Dave stood there and nodded, nervously. It looked to me like a ritual they had been through before and I figured he understood what was about to happen. I sure as hell didn't.

"Come on baby, fuck your wife. Bobby's been fucking me all night. It's your turn now."

He just stood there looking at her, but now his face looked strange -- almost an expression of fear. She reached over and started to play with his dick, which was soft and floppy. She kept on playing with it but it did not start to get hard. Then she leaned over and sucked it. She kept on sucking it and playing with it and encouraging him to get a hard on and fuck her. His dick stayed soft. She flopped it up and down in her hand and started to laugh at him.

"Well, this damn thing is no use to a woman. You can't fuck me with this useless thing. I guess Bobby is going to have to satisfy your wife this morning." 

She reached over and started playing with me, sucked me a couple of times and my dick got hard. "Look at this hard on, baby. That's what's supposed to happen to a man when I play with his dick. Look how hard he is. Are you sure you don't want to fuck me? Come on baby try to get it up! Try!"

He stood there with a helpless look on his face and his floppy dick in his hand. He tried to stimulate himself making rapid motions as though jacking off, but his dick stayed soft. He was pathetic. Sandy burst out laughing. It was a loud and malicious laugh. She was ridiculing him. 

"Okay, baby. You can't get it up. I guess Bobby will have to fuck me. But we'll let you watch. You can jack off if you want to." 

She just kept laughing at him and then I saw a very strange thing happen. His dick started to get hard. As she laughed and ridiculed him he got a powerful hard on and held it in his hand stroking it.

"Too late baby. You lost your chance. Bobby's gonna fuck me now. You just stand there and play with your dick." She kept laughing at him.

I can't say why, but I started to get angry. She was a dominatrix and her husband was being cowed into submission. He was enjoying it. Maybe as a man I put myself in his place or something. I don't know what happened to me. Of course I knew she wasn't trying to dominate me, so I had no real reason to be angry. Then I remembered what my wife and her friend, Princess, told me over and over. They said I always knew what a woman needed. Maybe they were right. Here was this dominant, arrogant bitch having her way. What she needed was to be mastered.

I knew how to do that. I grabbed her shoulders and threw her down on the bed, roughly. Her laughter stopped immediately and she looked up at me with a surprised expression. Suddenly I got very turned on by the thought that I was going to give this bitch what she needed.

"Spread your legs you horny bitch! Spread 'em wide!" I was almost shouting at her. I reached down and forced her legs apart and got between them. I was very rough and the dominant expression on her face was suddenly replaced by one of trembling submission. Her pussy was dripping wet when I shoved my cock into her and began to fuck her. She put her arms around me and pulled me close.

"Oh God Bobby. Take me! Take what you want." She was humping now and passionate. 

It was a completely different fuck from her exaggerated acting last night and also different from our tender, loving fucks later in bed. Now there was no acting. And there was no tenderness at all. The only thing I wanted was to tame this dominating bitch and show her what it felt like to get fucked hard. And that's the way I fucked her.

"Shut up bitch and pump your ass!" And that's exactly what she did. I fucked her hard for several minutes. She was moaning loudly, not at all like her acting performance last night, and she was pumping her ass with real passion. I heard the sound of my body slamming into hers and my cock went deep. My balls were slapping her ass and when I looked down at her tits, they were bouncing with each powerful thrust. I didn't give a damn about her orgasm - I was working too hard for my own. 

But she beat me to it! I felt her pussy contract on my cock just before I pumped my load and that made my orgasm even better. She grunted like an animal with each contraction of her pussy. At last, I relaxed and collapsed on top of her, I heard her husband groan and saw him ejaculate on the bed beside us. He had been masturbating and watching us fuck. I knew from her strong contractions that she wasn't acting this time. She enjoyed gettin' it as much as her husband enjoyed watchin' it. I did not give him an opportunity to eat my cum. I just relaxed in the saddle and lay there.

She was kissing me, and holding me tight and my cock was growing soft inside her. She said hoarsely in my ear, "Oh God baby, I knew you could handle me. That's exactly what I needed. I needed to be tamed and you sure as hell tamed me. There's not a bitch alive who could dominate you." 

Then she looked up at her husband and said with contempt, "That's how a man does it baby. He just takes what he wants from a woman. He just uses her, any way he wants to! Go get us some more coffee and then you're going to have to change the sheets on this bed."

Dave just nodded. With his limp dick bouncing comically, he walked out of the room. Sandy put her arms around me and pulled me close. "Oh God baby, you have no idea how much I needed to get fucked just like that. I'm going to need you to visit again soon. For me, not him. I won't have to act with you. You can just take what you want, any way you want it, and I'll turn on for you. Of course, we will have to let him watch, at least once."



Lynn and Bobby Ch. 04



Chapter 4

Princess Brings a Surprise


It had been an energetic weekend. Sandy had almost worn me out. After resting Sunday night and Monday I had still not recovered, so when Princess called Tuesday night to say she had a surprise, I was less than enthusiastic. I wasn't sure I could handle her. My wife was still at her mother's house back East and not due to return for another week. I had not had a chance to tell my wife about Sandy and her cuckold husband who had worn me out me last weekend. I knew the story would amuse her. Princess was close enough to my wife that our threesomes were a staple part of my sexual experience. She was very well endowed for thirty-five, which is what attracted her wealthy petroleum engineer husband, who was thirty years older than she. He was off on another of his overseas trips. When he was away, Princess visited us regularly, and my wife's absence was no cause for her to break her habits. 

When I answered the doorbell that evening, Princess was standing there and said, "Cover you eyes. Cover them. Don't peak!"

I did as she directed and she brought another person into the room and said, "Who is the last person you expected to see tonight?"

"You're going to tell me."

"Open your eyes and see who I brought you."

She was right. It was the last person I expected to see. When I looked, standing there before me was a smiling Sandy, dressed as sexy as when I saw her last Saturday.

"Jesus!" was all I could say. "How the hell did you ..."

Princess said, "Mix the drinks. Let's go out to the patio. Do I have a story for you! You won't believe it. Then let's do the hot tub."

Sitting on the patio and sipping our Glenlivet, Princess began her story. The one I wouldn't believe, but knew I would.

"I was doing lunch with my old and dear friend Sandy, when she tells me that she has just found the best fuck in the county. She proceeds to describe in graphic detail her weekend with this guy that she met at her golf club who did a threesome with her and her husband. She described how the guy knew what she wanted before she did, and how skillfully he provided it. And especially how he handled her when she was playing dominatrix with her husband the next morning. The way she described that weekend, the only guy I could think of who measured up to her description was you." 

"So, I said to her, 'Was his name Bobby?' and she almost fainted dead away."

"How the hell do you know Sandy?" I asked.

"Our husbands both do petroleum."

"Shit! I'm sitting here trying to recover from a weekend of exhausting sex and suddenly in walk the second and third sexiest broads in my life and tell me they want to strip me down and get me in the hot tub."

Princess turned to Sandy. "Number one in the sexy broad category is his wife Lynn, who fortunately for us is out of town and who, for very good reasons I won't go into, places no restrictions on Bobby's sex life." Turning back to me she said, "And yes, stripping you down and getting you into the hot tub is at the top of our list." 

"Can I finish my drink first?" I asked weakly.

"Sure. But we have a question for you. Neither of us can understand the way you treated her Sunday morning. Sandy said it was the best fuck she ever had, but ... Well, you tell him Sandy."

"I can't understand how you knew what I needed that morning. You'd seen me humiliate Dave the night before. Making him get you ready to fuck me, and then making him put your dick into me. Then, when we were alone, you fucked me all night so nice and sweet, while he was listening to us fuck from the guest bedroom on the other side of the wall. Then Sunday morning I was humiliating him just the way he likes. I was being the dominatrix and that always turns him on. I was laughing at him because he couldn't get it up when I offered to fuck him. Then suddenly you ... well you hit me and threw me down and raped me. Why?"

"In the first place Sandy, I did not hit you. I don't hit women. And in the second place, women who are getting raped don't have a dripping pussy that humps."

"Well, it seemed like you hit me. Your voice was so harsh and your hands were so rough. You just took charge of me. God! It turned me on instantly. It was exactly what I needed. But, how the hell did you know?"

"Your voice. Your attitude. What you were doing and saying. All those things told me what you needed. Maybe you didn't realize it yourself, but you really needed to be mastered at that moment. You were playing dominatrix. You might have dominated Dave, but you knew you couldn't dominate me – and you really didn't want me to let you. What you wanted and what you needed was to be mastered. Remember what you said after I fucked you?"

Sandy turned to Princess. "I told him there wasn't a bitch alive who could dominate him. God! I needed to be fucked just the way he did it. Maybe he didn't hit me or rape me, but it felt like it. I felt like there was nothing I could do to stop him and I certainly didn't want to stop him."

Princess laughed. "He's good. He reads me like a book."

Sandy continued. "And Dave almost went into orbit. He'd been jacking off all night watching and listening to us fuck. Now this strong woman is humiliating him. And then suddenly this strong woman is told to just shut up and spread her legs. And she does what she's told. Then Dave watches her get fucked hard and rough and he sees that she likes it – that she needs it. That's the most erotic thing a cuckold can see. He stands there, beatin' his meat, and knows he can't fuck his wife like that. Then he pumps what is probably his seventh or eighth load. I was getting' exactly what I needed and so was Dave. Princess, you have no idea what that morning did for both Dave and me. He's been talking about Bobby ever since."

"When you said he was the best fuck in the county there was only one guy I could think of. It had to be Bobby."

A couple more drinks and a little grass and we headed for the hot tub. I got there first because I wanted to watch these two beautiful women strip. Both were very well built for mid-thirties with large and luscious breasts that showed the slight sexy sag of maturity that I loved. Lynn was ten years younger and had a tight beautiful body that I also loved, but these mature women turned me on too. I watched those beautiful creamy white breasts sway gently as they pulled down their panties and kicked them off to the side. Each had a nice belly, sun tanned down to her beaver, and a narrow strip of milky white, sun protected skin around to a luscious triangle of smooth white skin on each shapely cheek of her butt . Their beavers were different though. Princess's beaver was sparse but Sandy had the kind of thick, curly-haired beaver that turned me on. It looked good enough to eat, and that's exactly what I planned to do. I hadn't eaten her pussy last weekend so it seemed the best way to start. 

They joined me in the tub and it was good to feel both of them close to me. We had another drink playing in the water and I held both of them close and played with their tits. My only problem was that I couldn't play with two sets of tits and hold a glass of Glenlivet at the same time. Their bodies were almost like twin sisters. Mature and soft in my hands as I stroked their naked flesh.

"Visitors first," said Princess. "Sandy, you are about to experience something that is better than any fantasy you have ever had. If you thought fucking him was good, you are about to feel something better."

Sandy climbed out of the water and lay on the padded mat by the hot tub. I joined her. I kissed and caressed her as we moved from the laughing and joking in the tub to the silent seriousness of sex. She settled down as I kissed her breasts and moved my lips down to her tight belly, keeping my hands gentle on her breasts. She spread her legs and I moved between them, my face was now in that thick curly haired beaver and my hands were caressing her body from breasts to belly to ass and back again. Princess moved over to the edge of the hot tub just inches from Sandy's face and took Sandy's hand in her own, giving quiet support.

My tongue found the top of her hard clit and I worked down, first one side then the other, searching for her sweet spot. Every woman I have ever known has a slightly different sweet spot. It's a man's job to find it. She moaned softly and her hips moved rhythmically lifting her beaver up to my face as my tongue probed that juicy pussy. I waited for her body to tell me the best spot for my tongue. It took several minutes but I found exactly the right place to stimulate her. She was so sensitive there, that I could have brought her off in a couple of minutes, but I wanted to enjoy myself a bit and I wanted to hear her beg for it. 

Her pussy was hot, dripping, eager. So I moved my mouth down to her inner lips and, spreading them gently with my tongue, I sucked each lip, gradually moving down. As she got more aroused her pussy lips became engorged and thick and started to spread apart in anticipation. My lips tickled that sensitive ridge of curly hair extending down from her thick beaver and surrounding her pussy. I held one lip of her pussy between my lips, tickled it with my tongue, and slowly worked all the way down and then started back up the other lip till I got back to her clit again. Then I teased her sweet spot, feeling her body tremble each time my tongue touched it. Her pussy was almost throbbing now and she was humping gently. 

It was time to begin the serious work of teasing her sweet spot at the base of her clit on the left. I tongued it for just a few seconds, then moved to another place. She moaned and moved her body, trying to keep my tongue where it felt the best, but I wouldn't let her come that quickly. She was humping and moaning and finally reached down with both hands and grabbed by head. She tried to hold me where she wanted to be stimulated but I didn't let her keep my tongue exactly where she wanted it long enough to make her come. I just let her get my tongue close, then I moved it away. Finally she could stand it no longer.

"Oh my God! Please! Please! Do it! Do it! Please! Now! Please!" That's what I wanted to hear. I spent a little longer each time with my tongue on her sweet spot, as she continued to beg, more loudly now. Then when her body told me she couldn't take it another second I put my lips around her most sensitive area near the head of her clit and moved my tongue as rapidly as I could, stimulating it until her body started to tremble. I felt her pussy begin the strong contractions I wanted to feel and I shoved my fingers deep inside of her to give her something to contract on. Her juices were gushing out around my fingers. She was grunting and panting as her contractions escalated in intensity and her body began to make jerking motions. It was a long orgasm and I kept her going as long as I could. 

She lay quietly as she recovered from her fantasy and I moved up to embrace her. She looked over at Princess and smiled weakly. She was completely spent. "You said he was good, but God, I had no idea! I've never felt it like that before. Nobody ever made me beg for it before. I never begged anybody."

Princess laughed. "He can make you beg for it any time he wants to, honey. Beg as long as he wants to tease you. He can drive you crazy. He can keep you going and he won't let you come till he's ready. It feels better when he makes you wait because the orgasm is so damn big and explosive, but I almost go crazy when he does me that way. You haven't heard serious begging till you hear me beg Bobby. He just teased you a little. Sometimes he teases me till my pussy hurts." 

I got back in the tub. I had worked up a sweat. I sipped some more of my drink and then in a few minutes I said, "Okay Princess, are you ready?"

She climbed out of the tub laughing. "I'm ready, baby. You know how I like it. But, please Bobby, don't make me beg. Please don't. I just need it soft and nice and relaxing tonight."

I knew Princess's pussy like the back of my hand and I gave her a slow and relaxed tongue job. She always wanted things – whether fucking or getting eaten out – very gentle, not physical like some gals. So I was very gentle with her. Her pussy started to drip as my tongue worked on her clit, which was rock hard in anticipation. Her pussy lips were engorged and hanging down and I worked my way down one side and back up the other, very gently, the way she liked. She held my head in her hands, moaning softly, and began those soft, slow Princess pumps that told me she was moving gradually toward orgasm. Her most sensitive spot was just above the head of her clit and I put my lips around it and began to tickle it gently with my tongue, bringing her slowly to orgasm as she moaned softly and pumped her ass gently. Her contractions were soft and slow but long lasting. Her moaning was soft and rhythmic when she came. 

Sandy was standing in the tub, her face next to Princess. She looked surprised. "Did you come? You didn't hardly move or make any noise."

"He calls my moves "Princess pumps" because they're so gentle. Yes I did come. But I'm not a groaner. I just make a few soft sounds. Bobby knows exactly what I need and he gives it to me. Except when he's a bastard and teases me. Then I get loud and out of control and say dirty things. And he laughs at me afterwards." 

"And," she continued, "He fucks me the same way. Most guys don't know how to fuck. Shit! I quit fucking the guys at the club because they're so damn clumsy compared to Bobby. Once you've had him between your legs, honey, nobody else comes close."

We got back in the tub and continued to drink. I still had two more obligations to perform before the night was over, but we would retire to the king-sized bed for those. 

I had said it before and I said it again so softly no one heard. "I hope my dick lives through this. If he does it will be a wonderful night."

******

A week or so after Lynn got back from her mother's house, Princess came over for a visit. Unfortunately it was not Lynn's favorite time of the month and she had gone shopping, telling Princess, "Exercise him for me. Keep him in shape." 

It happened by accident that Princess and I became – well – involved. She became Lynn's close friend and gave up her job as the club whore, much to the disappointment of several husbands at our club. We had formed a threesome that worked very well for us and the fact that Lynn was shopping did not prevent Princess and me from doing our thing.

Well, after Princess and I got into bed, I remembered how Princess had reacted to Sandy's story about rough sex and so I suggested to her that we try something new. She said okay. Princess later said she was surprised that it worked so well for her. When Lynn got home later we were sitting on the patio after a soak in the hot tub. We were wearing shorts and Princess was bra-less in a white T-shirt that showed off her anatomy quite well. Lynn noticed it.

"Trying to interest him in another round?" Lynn asked Princess. 

"No, I'm beat. Worn out! I experienced something this afternoon that has never happened to me in thirty-five years."

"Let me get a drink. I need to hear about this. It ought to be good."

Lynn made herself a strong one and pulled up a chair. "Tell me about it."

"Your husband raped me."

Lynn digested this information, thinking for a moment, then said, "It's hard to know what to say. Do I ask if he needed to, or why he needed to, or do I observe that stealing your virtue requires that he find it first – a formidable task not easily accomplished?"

"He raped me. And I fought hard to preserve what little virtue I have left."

"My first question is why did you fight?"

"He promised he would grant me three wishes – anything I wanted - if I successfully resisted his forced advances."

"That's a pretty good offer. I know what my first two wishes would be. So what happened?"

"I took him up on it. I have had more than one guy try to rape me and no one ever came close. I've got experience. I figured I was sure to win, even starting out buck naked in bed, which we were. All I had to do was kick him in the balls or grab 'em and I was home free."

"I hope you didn't damage our family jewels."

"I didn't come close. He grabbed my wrists first thing and the next thing I knew I was on my back with one arm pinned down under his body and the other held tight above my head, leaving him one arm free. I started to struggle and I fought him hard, still thinking I was going to win because my legs were crossed tight."

"That must have been a new experience for you, Princess. Being in bed with a man and holding your legs together."

"It was! But I was getting no cooperation from Pussy, who was all lathered up and waiting. She couldn't understand what the hell was going on. I still knew I was going to win even without her on my side." 

It always amazed me to hear Princess talk about the conversations she had with her pussy. If I tried to talk to my dick I don't think he would listen. He had a big head, but there was only one thing on his mind. Princess not only talked to her pussy but her pussy talked back – at least that's what she said.

"Anyway," Princess continued, "I struggled a while and then, as he worked to get my legs apart, I began to think I might lose. And that's when I felt it happen. 

"Felt what happen?"

"Strange things started happening to my head. I started to have strange thoughts like 'This bastard's got me. I'm not gonna be able to keep my legs together. He's just gonna take whatever the hell he wants. There's nothing I can do about it. He's gonna take it. He's got me!' Then, I started to get horny. Can you believe that? He was raping me and I was gettin' horny! Shit! Then I looked down between us and I see the biggest cock I have ever seen in my life. It was thick and long and covered with big blue veins. It had a big purple head. I've seen big dicks before but this was bigger. A lot bigger. He had that monster between my legs and he was getting' ready to shove it into me. And I didn't have a chance! I wasn't sure Pussy could take it, even though she kept telling me she wanted it."

"The biggest cock you'd ever seen? I don't get it." 

"I didn't get it either. Of course I didn't even think about it then. I didn't figure out it was all in my head till later. At the time it was real, very real and very big. You remember me telling you that a big cock is just in your head? Well, it was in mine and I was getting' raped with it. I couldn't hold him off any longer. That bastard was gonna get whatever the hell he wanted from me. And I was getting' hornier every minute. I didn't want to give it to him, but, I knew he was gonna to take it anyhow, and the more I fought him off the hornier I got. I looked down, and that huge throbbing cock was about to get shoved into me, whether I wanted it or not. He'd spread my legs wide and got between 'em. 

Pussy was no help – she was still rooting for him. And then my ass turned traitor and started to lift up to meet him. That big thing just slipped in. It just disappeared inside of me and I swear – I swear to God it felt as big as it looked – like it was stretchin' me wide. And it was real! I fought him off with my hands for another minute, but when I couldn't fight any more I just let go and fell back and when I did, I felt the biggest damned orgasm I ever had in my life – Pussy just exploded – she grabbed on to that big thing and held it like a vice and I was moaning and groaning and twisting around worse than any porn queen – only it was real."

"You had a porn queen orgasm? I don't believe it!"

"Afterwards, I was layin' there sweating, and pantin', and trying to recover, surprised as hell, and I looked up, and that bastard was grinnin' down at me – he'd already pumped his load and I didn't even feel it – and I yelled at him, 'You bastard! You son-of-a-bitch! You raped me!'"




Lynn and Bobby Ch. 04



He was holding me so I couldn't move. I tried to hit him and I couldn't. He just gave a dirty laugh – I never knew Bobby could laugh that dirty – and he says, "That wasn't rape honey, it was assault with a friendly weapon." 

"Oh my God. You saw a big dick and it turned you on?" Lynn said.

"No, no, honey, you still don't get it. It was the other way round. He turned me on and then I saw a big dick. It was in my head, of course. Hell, I know that now. But, at the time it was real and it was big. I mean really big! And I felt it big when he shoved it into me. Damn! It felt good! I fucked Bill, with that thick ten-inch cock of his that you were so crazy about and I never even noticed it. Nothing special. But this monster got my attention and really stretched poor Pussy almost more than she could take." 

"But you got raped! Really raped! What did it feel like?"

"I just told you honey. The more I fought the hornier I got. Looking back, I don't think some asshole could have done it. It had to be somebody like Bobby who really knows how to fuck. But it was still rape – I was fighting as hard as I could. And, the more he took control of me, the more helpless I felt, the more my head told me he was going to get what he wanted and there was not a damn thing I could do about it, the hornier I got. It was a feeling like I never had before. It was a woman thing of course – a helpless woman thing. And that orgasm – it was not like any orgasm I ever had before. Pussy just exploded. She loved it. She's been asking me about it all afternoon. She didn't even recognize his dick. You know she doesn't remember names all that well, just dicks. I was layin' there breathin' heavy and the first thing Pussy said was 'Who the hell was that? What the hell just happened to me?'"

"Then, what he did next, I couldn't believe. He just laid there with me, and held me close, while I cooled down. I was still mad at him, really pissed, but if you'd asked me, I wouldn't have been able to explain exactly why. He didn't let me get up. He kept control. Then he started to stroke me and caress me and kiss me softly and whisper things in my ear. He kissed my wrists where his hands had hurt me and stroked my knees where he'd forced them apart. Pussy started to wake up. She thought it was a different dick. I spread my legs without even knowing I did it. Then so gently and softly, he started to fuck me and kiss me. God he was gentle! It seemed like it went on for ever and ever, and when he finally brought me off I came so easy and gentle and I was kissing him back. He came with me, but I didn't hardly feel it, it was so gentle. Pussy didn't even know who it was. God! He knows how to fuck! Your husband really knows how to fuck. And I just laid there and then, I went to sleep in his arms. Slept most of the afternoon there. Even so, I'm exhausted now."

"I do that all the time after he's fucked me. You're right. He does know how to fuck. Are you going to stay for dinner?"

"No. I gotta go home and service the old man. He's paying enough for it. He's not a bad fuck, actually. I kinda enjoy it. Sometimes I even come. Especially lately when I've been thinking about your husband. That helps a lot. Tonight I might think about Bobby raping me, but I'll have to keep my ass under control if I think about that. No, maybe it's better if I think about that second fuck.



Lynn and Bobby Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Bill Returns

Princess broke the news as gently as she could. Lynn and I were sitting on the patio with her and I had just poured our second round of Glenlivet on the rocks when she said it gently.

"He's back."

I looked at Lynn and neither of us had any doubt who she was talking about. I last saw Bill that horrible night over a year ago when he walked off this very patio and never came back. Lynn was lying on the mat next to the hot tub, naked, with her legs spread, after Bill had fucked her for the last time. She cried when she knew he had left her. She was desperate to get him back, but their four-month affair was finally over. I had stayed with her through it all, because I loved her. I did it because staying with her was the only way to save our marriage. It had hurt me, but I had no regrets. I wanted to keep her and that was the only way to do it. We were happy now and I'm glad I saved our marriage. Still, I was worried about how Lynn might react to seeing Bill again.

Lynn looked at me reading my thoughts. "Don't worry honey, I'm over it now."

"It's not you I'm worried about," I said to reassure her. "It's me. I want to kill that son-of-a-bitch and I'm afraid I might try to. I couldn't touch him before because you were so wild about him that I knew you would do something really crazy if I hurt him. I was afraid to get him then, but now ..." 

"But now nothing!" Lynn interrupted me. She was almost shouting. "You leave him alone. You do what your anger tells you and you'll end up in prison or worse!"

"I know, I know." I was getting angrier by the minute. Still, I knew there was really nothing I could do. 

I turned to Princess. "What's he up to?"

"Lynn's right Bobby, leave him alone. He's still doing his development thing. Something on the south side, I think. He dumped that gal he left town with last year. He's in the hunt. He asked me out."

Lynn looked surprised. "Are you going out with him?" 

"Couldn't this time. Busy. But, yeah I'll go out with him. I want to find out what he's been up to. Of course that ten-inch dick doesn't turn me on like it does you." Princess looked at Lynn and chuckled.

"Not does – did," said Lynn sharply. "I'll admit it did turn me on but now it just makes me sick to think about what a fool I made of myself and what I did to Bobby. And without Bobby, I'd be just a ... well, you know."

"Yeah, I know," said Princess. "I just wanted you two to be ready to see him. He'll be back at the club as a regular."

Lynn and I talked about it after Princess left and reassured each other. That's about all we could do. We would meet him sooner or later. 

A few days later Lynn came home from her bridge game. "I met him," she said, "and guess what that bastard did."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He propositioned me. Asked if I was interested in seeing him again."

"He what? What the hell did he say?" I started to get mad.

"He asked me if I wanted to fuck – not in those words, but almost. He invited me over to his apartment for the afternoon." 

Lynn was laughing but I didn't think it was funny. She had made such a fool of herself over him and I guess I was still not sure of her. She must have read my thoughts again – she was always doing that.

"Bobby, you can trust me. Face it Bobby, you have to trust me. I went shopping after bridge, but I could just as easily have gone to Bill's place and fucked him and you would never have known about it. You can't be with me every minute. You have to trust me. I know what I did to you. It was awful, but I never lied about it. I hate that bastard now. And I'm over him and you know it."

"I know, baby I know." 

I remembered the talks we used to have when she still had the image of that big dick in her head. Sometimes Lynn and I would sit and talk for hours about what Bill had done to us. Early on she'd figured out what her fetish did to her, but she had still seen that dick in her head and it had caused sexual arousal. And worse, it took her months before she figured out a way to get control of it. Even hating Bill the way she did, sometimes it seemed to take over her mind.

"I know what you're thinking," she said.

She was reading my mind again. God! She knew me so well. "Yeah, I guess you do."

"You're thinking about how I had the picture of Bill's big dick in my head and I couldn't get control of myself. How I made a fool of myself chasing after him. It was humiliating - what I did to you. It was unforgivable."

"You're over it now," I said. "It's all in the past."

"Yeah it's in the past but it's still in your head! I can't blame you, for wanting to kill him," Lynn said. 

I just nodded my head.

"You still think about it," she said. " I'd known Bill for over two years as a friend. He was your best friend. But the first time I saw his dick in the hot tub that night, I went crazy. He was big. He was hung. So big even when he was soft, that it drove me wild. You remember that."

I nodded. "Yes I remember that."

"And you still think about it. You still think about when you went in the kitchen, and looked out and saw us in the hot tub and me playing with his dick. You remember me telling you that Bill was something straight out of my fantasy. Like I saw in my mind when I was in high school laying in bed and playing with my pussy. You remember me telling you that I couldn't keep my mind off of his dick." 

"I remember! I remember!" I was starting to get angry. "Why are you talking about it again?"

"I'm talking about it because I want to get it out in the open. I don't want it smoldering inside of you and driving you to do something stupid to get even with that bastard. Something that will send you to prison."

"I can control myself," I said.

"And I propositioned him," Lynn continued, "that very night while you were in the kitchen. And I fucked him. And after I fucked him, I had to fuck him again. It was my fetish, I was crazy in my head, but I fucked him for four months. And you put up with it to save our marriage, because you knew that if you didn't let me fuck him I'd leave you, our marriage would be over, and when he dumped me I'd just be the town whore. You knew what was going to happen better than I did. That's the truth isn't it?"

Hearing it was bad, but surprisingly not nearly as bad as having it burn inside of me. He had left her, as I knew he would, and she was devastated, as I expected, but after a period of months she had recovered. She even learned to control that fetish for big dicks that had driven her to such crazy behavior. 

"Yes it's the truth," I said.

Lynn walked over and put her arms around me. "You were strong enough to save our marriage. You were strong enough to help me get through a nightmare. You were strong enough to help me get that psychotic behavior of mine under control. And I've told you how much I love you for what you did. And you know I mean it. Now you and I have got to be strong enough to deal with seeing Bill again and not lose our self control."

"I know. You're right. But that bastard propositioned you!"

"And he'll probably do it again. And I'll say no again. Bobby, we can't pretend I didn't fuck him. We can't pretend I didn't chase him for four months. You can't even count the number of times you saw me on my knees blowing that bastard. And you had to just stand there and watch me swallow a big, thick, creamy, mouthful of that bastard's hot come, and then hand me your handkerchief to wipe the overflow off of my chin." 

Lynn was right. It was better to hear her say it out loud than have the pictures fester inside my head driving me crazy every time I thought about him. It still hurt but it was over now and I had to learn to control myself. Pretending it didn't happen just made it worse. After all, I had kept myself under control when she was fucking him. I could do it now.

"I don't know how the hell you could have put up with that. I really don't know how you could have stayed with me. But you did and I love you for it. I respect you for it. Now we both have to learn to live with it. And you've got to keep yourself under control. You'll probably never have a chance to get even with that bastard, but that's life. Shit happens. You have to deal with it. Both of us have to deal with it."

She was right of course. I had to deal with it. But, if the opportunity ever arose to get even with that bastard I was going to take advantage of it. But I wasn't going to go to jail to do it.

******

In the next few weeks I saw Bill several times and he was always friendly and gracious. He must have known that Lynn had told me about his proposition but you would never have known it from the way he acted. On occasion he would look at me with a shitty smile that said "I fucked your wife," but I expected him to do that. Then one day I saw him talking to the new bar manager at the club – Cara Giuliano. Cara was a very attractive thirty year old with a knock out figure. I had met her husband Tony at a gun club target range where I practiced from time to time, but I didn't know him all that well. Seeing Bill with Cara gave me an idea. 

The next day I called up a friend of mine at the gun club who knows Tony real well. I asked him about Tony and the story I got was the one I hoped for and it made my mouth water. It seems Tony is apparently unemployed but always has enough money. He travels a lot. Short trips "on business." There are rumors of Mob connections but nothing concrete. He's good at the target range but, according to rumors, he is better with the switchblade he always carries. Everything you hear about Tony, it seems, is a rumor. The only thing about Tony that is not a rumor is that he's Sicilian. 

That night I invited Princess over for cocktails. Sitting on the patio before dinner, I asked her about Cara and Tony. She knows them both. Most of the women at the club are too snobby to talk to a club employee like Cara, but not Princess. She makes friends with everybody.

"She's a very attractive gal and Bill's been hitting on her," said Princess.

"What do you know about Tony?" I asked. 

"The same thing everybody else knows," said Princess, "which is nothing for sure plus a big bunch of rumors."

"Does Bill know about Tony?" I asked.

"I don't think so. He hasn't been back long enough."

I persisted. "But Bill's been hitting on Cara?"

"Yeah," said Princess.

Lynn chuckled. "He'd have to have a screw loose in his brain to even think about hitting on Tony Giuliano's wife."

"That's my point." I said. "Bill doesn't think with his brain. He thinks with his dick."

"Princess," I said, "Do you think we could get Cara to go out with Bill?"

Princess thought for a moment. "Well, Cara is good looking but not too bright. Tony takes care of her but he's often gone for days at a time. What's he doing? It's all rumors. Who knows? Cara always notices good-looking guys and asks me about them. She even asked me about you, Bobby. I guess she might sneak out with Bill."

"You said Bill asked you out. Have you been out with him?"

"Not yet, but we're going to dinner Saturday. I really want to learn more about what he's been up to."

Lynn shook her head. "And you're gonna' fuck that bastard to catch up on gossip?"

Princess started to laugh. "Lynn, get with it! He's not a bad fuck – not nearly as good as Bobby here" - she pointed to me – "but he's good. Hubby is still in Saudi Arabia and you and Bobby don't want me here every night."

"Well girls, here's my idea." I outlined what I knew about Tony and what I thought Bill might do. I finished with "And so when Tony finds out about Bill and Cara, what do you think he might do?"

"I think it's called a Sicilian vasectomy," chuckled Lynn. "Bobby, if you can pull this off it'll be a miracle. But it couldn't happen to a more deserving guy."

A few days later Princess went out with Bill. She let Cara know that she did. Then they had a down and dirty "girls talk" where Princess told Cara about Bill. She talked about Bill's unusual endowment and as it turned out, Cara said she had never seen anything like that before and thought it might be a very interesting experience. The next time Bill asked her out she went to dinner with him and then to his apartment. They went out several times when Tony was out of town on "business."

All I had to do now was wait. Tony was sure to find out. But, somehow I wanted to play a more direct role. It would make me feel better. This was personal. I knew about a place out in the county where you could get a little serious action with roulette and a craps table. It was fancy and expensive and I knew it had to have Mob connections to stay open. I mentioned it to Bill one night at the club. I figured that if he took Cara for a little excitement someone there might notice and tip off Tony. It turned out that I was right.

A week or so later at the club, I noticed that Cara was not working and when I asked where she was I was told she had suddenly quit her job that morning and left town with her husband. I sat at the bar having a drink and wondering what happened.

Princess came into the bar, saw me, and grabbed my arm. "Let's get out of here. Let's go to your place. You gotta hear this."

She got Lynn and me out on our patio and I poured the Glenlivet. 

"A toast," said Princess, raising her glass, "to Bill and what he once was."

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Bill is not the man he once was," said Princess.

Lynn started to giggle. "You mean Tony got to him?"

Princess nodded and Lynn started bouncing up and down, "Tell us about it, Princess. Don't just sit there."

"It happened last night. All I know is from a nurse friend of mine at Memorial Hospital. Everything is hush-hush because the cops are involved and the CEO is very nervous about publicity. It's not a pretty story. But the story as Phyllis tells it is that some guy whose name she didn't know - but I'm sure it was Bill because he was picked up in the parking garage of Bill's apartment complex – anyway some guy got cut up pretty bad and was taken to the hospital ER. Now Cara had told me that Tony was going to Vegas for a week and she expected him back in town yesterday. And he and Cara left town this morning and Cara quit her job. That's another reason I think it was Bill."

"Anyway," Princess continued, "according to my friend Phyllis, who is a friend of the head nurse in the ER, the cops were there asking questions while this guy was getting blood transfusions and the ER guys were controlling the bleeding."

Lynn chuckled. "Was it a Sicilian vasectomy?"

Princess nodded her head. "Yeah, but it was worse than that. He arrived in the ER with his genitals in a paper bag. And Phyllis said all of his genitals. So Tony must have cut everything off."

Lynn gasped, "Oh my God! His cock too?"

Princess nodded. "Everything. And the ambulance guys put the pieces in a sterile paper bag. He got several units of blood in the ER and they stopped the bleeding. Then the ambulance took him to a big deal plastic guy up in LA. His genitals were sent along on ice."

"Jesus," said Lynn. "The bastard deserved it, but that's pretty ugly."

I hadn't said anything. Lynn looked at me, "What do you think Bobby?"

"I think he got what he deserved and I'm glad I had a part to play in seeing that he got it. And the only thing I'm sorry about is that somebody besides me had the pleasure of cutting his balls off."

******

A couple of months went by before we found out what happened to Bill in LA with that plastic surgeon. Bill showed up at the club acting as though nothing had happened. He was still working on that construction thing south of town. Princess couldn't go out with him because her husband was in town but she checked with her nurse friend at the hospital and found out that Bill was seeing a urologist on staff there and still saw that plastic specialist in LA. When she got the scoop she came over to our place on a sunny Saturday afternoon and we sat on the patio drinking gin and tonic and listened to her story. 

"Phyllis says the plastic guy in LA sewed his dick back on – at least sewed part of it back on. Several inches were cut so bad that they had to be thrown away. Phyllis says that his dick is only about three inches long now and he can't get an erection. The surgeon plans to insert a little plastic thing that he can pump it up to get his dick stiff enough to screw with. There was no way they could sew his balls back on so they put in two prosthetics."

"What the hell is a prosthetic?" Lynn asked.

"In Bill's case it's two plastic imitation testicles in his scrotum for cosmetic reasons," said Princess.

Lynn started to laugh. "You mean he's got plastic balls?"

Princess chuckled. "Well, yeah, I guess you could say that."

Lynn was laughing so hard now that she couldn't talk. There was a moment when I started to feel sorry for Bill, but then I thought more about what that bastard had done to us. He got what he deserved, I thought. 

Lynn was getting control of herself, but she was still laughing. "So he's got a short little dick and plastic balls. What happens when he comes? Does he shoot out gel foam?"

Again she bent over in convulsive laughter.

"I can't wait to see that bastard," Lynn said. And from that moment she spent so much time at the club that I thought she'd left me. She came home smiling several days later.

"I saw Bill at the club today," said Lynn and I could see she was eager to tell me something. "You'll never guess what I did to that bastard."

"I can't guess what you did and I'm sure he deserved it. But I'll bet he didn't proposition you."

Lynn started to chuckle. "No, he didn't. But, I propositioned him."

"You what?" I said surprised.

"I saw him in the hall with nobody else around. I walked up to him, cupped his crotch in my hand, and said, 'Honey, lets go over to your place and fuck.' You should have seen the expression on that bastard's face. He just stood there and looked helpless. I started to laugh at him and he didn't say a word. He just hung his head. Then I said, 'Bill, it couldn't have happened to a more deserving guy.' And then I just kept laughing at him until he turned and walked away. He never said a word."

"Jesus Lynn," I said, "you sure as hell know where to kick a guy."

"I'd have kicked him in the balls if they hadn't been plastic. After what he did us – to you I mean – that bastard got what he deserved. And, honey, in case you think I might still be interested in Bill's dick, remember it's only three inches long now and he can't get it up until he gets a pump installed. You got even with him in exactly the way he deserved. I love you, baby."

I fucked Lynn that night, like old times. She grunted as we fucked and had one of those big trembling orgasms. I loved her and I knew that I wasn't going to think about Bill nearly as much as I had thought about him before.



Lynn and Bobby Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Lynn Meets Sandy

Princess set the whole thing up. It was her idea. Her husband, Gene was just back from Saudi Arabia and wanted to talk to Dave about what was going on there. So Lynn and I entertained both couples at our place for dinner. Gene was no slouch. He brought over a couple of bottles of Château Pétrus '89 to go with my steaks. The six of us had a wonderful evening. Lynn knew Princess and Gene of course, but this was the first time she had met Sandy and Dave.

But, perhaps I should start at the beginning. I was four years out of college with a beautiful wife Lynn, a good job, and a nice house in San Diego. Princess was a thirty-something knock out gorgeous blonde whose husband Gene, thirty years her senior, was a successful petroleum engineer who was on the road a lot. Princess had slept around when Gene was traveling and had been branded as the club whore by the ladies at our golf club, who suspected their husbands were fucking her. The ladies were right, at least until Princess joined Lynn and me in a wonderful threesome that left the club wives angry and their husbands frustrated.

I had met Sandy a month or so ago when Lynn was out of town and I had enjoyed a delightful weekend. Dave was a voyeur-cuck and Sandy had successfully managed his needs since they left college a dozen years ago. Like Gene, he was big in petroleum. I had told Lynn about the weekend I spent with Sandy and Dave but She had not had a chance to meet them. Gene's return from the Middle East with big news about some new leases provided a good opportunity for us all to get together. 

After dinner the six of us shared drinks on the patio. I poured Baileys all around and we had the usual small talk. It was clear that Dave wanted to hear what Gene had learned and it was not long until the two of them retired to my study to talk petroleum, leaving me with the three girls.

"I'm glad they left," said Princess, "that's pretty boring stuff."

"Except, that it puts caviar on our dinner tables," said Sandy.

Princess laughed. "Yeah. I love him, bless his heart, I really do. But, he can be very boring sometimes."

"Same here," said Sandy. "Lynn, it's good to meet you at last. I've heard so much about you. Princess tells me that Bobby here has a free reign on any woman he wants, but she won't tell me why. Will you?"

That was direct enough, I thought. I looked over at Lynn. She was not shocked, she just smiled at Sandy and said, "Someday I may tell you. For the time being lets just say I treated him worse than any man could be expected to tolerate. He tolerated it and now I owe him my life."

The three lovely ladies concentrated their eyes on me and I shrugged, "Hey, I'm just an ordinary guy."

Sandy smiled, "I'm sure whatever you did to him it had nothing to do with another guy. Bobby's the best fuck in the county. No woman in her right mind would want to screw anybody else."

"You're right about that. No woman in her right mind would want to screw anybody else," replied Lynn, looking over at me and emphasizing "in her right mind" when she said it.

Princess turned to Lynn. "I told you about that threesome. Sandy was more than impressed and she said Dave 'just went into orbit' watching Bobby fuck her."

Lynn nodded and then looked at Sandy. "I've heard about voyeur-cucks, but I've never met one. I'm not sure I understand that whole scene. How does it work?"

Sandy took a sip of her drink, thought a moment, and then answered. "Well Lynn, it started right after we graduated from college and got married. Dave asked me about guys I had fucked and at first I thought he was jealous. I was honest with him, because I loved him, and when I told him about other guys I was surprised to see that he got turned on. Finally he told me he wanted to watch me fuck another guy. I went on the net and did a little reading and figured out what was lighting his fire."

Lynn looked puzzled. "He just wants to watch?" 

"He gets turned on and jacks off. He wanted me to fuck his buddies. But I was worried because you never know what kind of guys he might meet. Dave was very successful. Made a lot of money. I loved him. I had to be sure he didn't get himself in trouble with the wrong kind of guy. So I took charge and started to select guys that were safe, like Bobby. Over the years I was able to find a couple each year and he fantasized about them for months between encounters. We've had a good marriage. I love him, he takes care of me, and I take care of him."

Lynn shook her head and sighed. "Wow! That's hard to understand. How he could get turned on I mean. Turned on by watching his wife fuck another guy. Do you understand it Bobby?"

"I'm not exactly the right guy to ask that question Lynn, but no, I don't understand it. I could understand feeling angry or angry and helpless watching another guy fuck you. But turned on? No, never turned on. No way!"

Lynn immediately realized what she had done and looked embarrassed, glancing back and forth from Sandy to me. Princess started to chuckle, realizing that Lynn had asked the question without even thinking about her disastrous affair with Bill and what it had done to me. Still, Princess didn't miss a beat.

"Lynn," she said, "a lot of guys get turned on by watching two people fuck, but for a few of them being in love with one of the partners seems to make the sexual stimulation very intense - much, much greater. It's a combination of jealousy and a voyeur turn on -- some kind of interaction between the two. I don't think anybody understands it, except maybe a psychologist, but it's real and it happens more than you might think."

Lynn shot a look of gratitude at Princess for getting her out of a tight spot. Gene and Dave coming back to the patio interrupted our discussion.

"Your husband," said Dave to Princess, "just showed me how to make a few bucks on this new oil deal he's working on. I'm glad we got together."

Gene grabbed Princess' hand. "Time for us to get going, honey. It's late."

We said our good-byes and when Dave and Sandy made no effort to leave I offered them another drink. I could tell by the way they were acting that they were interested in more than just another drink. Lynn and I had talked about them before dinner and decided that if they were interested we might try a foursome. Lynn had never seen a voyeur-cuck and she was curious.

"How about the hot tub?" As soon as I asked I could tell by the expression on Dave's face that this was exactly what he had in mind.

We didn't bother to retire to put on robes. We just stripped down, throwing our clothes on the furniture and getting into the hot tub holding our drinks high to keep water from splashing into them. We moved around a bit enjoying the water and sipping our drinks. Lynn knew what was going to happen and she had told me that she was very interested in watching Dave when it happened. I could see Lynn watching Dave's face. Dave was staring at me as Sandy moved over closer to me. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close. Then I began to play with her tits. She had big tits with that sexy sag of a thirty-five year old and a bush that was thick with curly hair. I had eaten that delicious morsel when Princess brought Sandy over several weeks before while Lynn was still visiting her mother. 

I was getting turned on playing with those big tits, but then I made the mistake of thinking about it and I almost laughed at what was happening. Lynn was not turned on -- she was curious, watching Dave. Sandy was not turned on -- she was trying to please Dave by letting me play with her tits. I was doing my best to look interested -- but I was worried that my pecker might not rise to the occasion. Dave was the only one getting turned on and it was hitting him big time -- you could tell by his face and his breathing. This was the first time he had seen me with his wife since that torrid weekend he had been fantasizing about for weeks. 

Well, I thought, I better get started. I got out of the tub and pulled Sandy out with me. I kissed her, played with her tits, and then laid her on the mat by the tub and began to caress her body. Her skin was white and creamy where her bikini had kept the sun from giving it the rich tan that showed on her flat belly right down to that thick curly haired beaver. Lynn was watching Dave and Dave was watching me play with Sandy. Sandy spread her legs wide showing the wet gaping lips of her pussy and I got down between her legs on my knees.

"David," Sandy called. "Get up here and do your job." Her voice was firm as if she were giving a command, just like that night at their place. Lynn looked shocked at Sandy's tone of voice and she looked quickly from me to Dave and back again. She had trouble believing that Sandy was giving orders to Dave like that. I could see she was surprised that this take-charge assertive executive about to invest megabucks in a big oil deal had suddenly become a submissive obedient cuckold. 

Dave got out of the tub and kneeled beside us. He took my cock gently in his mouth and started to suck it. I heaved a sigh of relief when my sturdy companion responded on cue. I glanced at Lynn who was watching with a look of complete fascination on her face. She had never seen, perhaps never imagined, a man sucking my cock to get me ready to fuck his wife. It was completely new for her. Lynn seemed not to understand it at all. She got out of the tub and sat on the mat next to us watching Dave suck my cock, a puzzled expression on her face. When my cock was hard, Dave took it in his hand and gently put it into his wife's pussy as I mounted her. Then Dave moved over and sat next to Lynn and watched me fuck his wife.

I began fucking Sandy and she began to make the appropriate noises, but I could tell that she was no more turned on than I was. A glance at Dave showed him playing with his erect dick and watching intently. Lynn was looking back and forth from Dave to Sandy to me, obviously aware that Dave was turned on and that Sandy and I were just acting for Dave's benefit. She caught my eye and made a puzzled expression as if asking me what the hell was going on. I could see her wondering, "Is this all there is to it?" I remembered that night in Sandy's living room when we fucked for Dave's pleasure in much the same way. Neither Sandy nor I was turned on then -- we were just acting. But now that Lynn was watching us do the same thing, somehow that just made the whole damn business seem ridiculous. 

Finally, Lynn moved over closer to Dave and began to play with his cock, stroking it. What was she up to, I wondered. Was she going to jack him off? Then she put her hand on his cheek and turned his head toward her and leaning over she kissed him. She pushed him down on the mat beside us on his back and mounted him, taking his hard dick and putting it into her pussy. She started to fuck him cowboy style. He turned his head to the side so he could watch me fuck Sandy. Lynn bent down putting her mouth to his ear and started to whisper to him as she fucked him. He kept on watching us and Lynn kept on whispering in his ear.

This went on for several minutes. I could tell that Dave was getting more and more turned on as Lynn whispered to him. What the hell was she saying to him, I wondered. She was on top of him fucking him very slowly. Lynn was clearly up to something, but I wasn't sure what it was. Finally Dave nodded his head vigorously and then a very surprising thing happened.

Lynn quickly rolled off of Dave and putting her arms around me she pulled me off of Sandy and mounted on top of me shoving my cock into her pussy. Dave moved between Sandy's legs and mounted her and, in a harsh voice that I had never heard him use before, he gave her a loud command.

"Its my turn bitch! Spread you legs!" 

He immediately began to fuck her hard and fast. Lynn leaned down close putting her cheek against mine and fucked me slow and easy as we both watched Dave pound Sandy's pussy like a pile driver. When Sandy started to hump and moan Lynn kissed me and giggled. We were enjoying a nice leisurely fuck but we were also turned on, watching this voyeur-cuck fuck his wife.

"What the hell did you say to him?" I whispered to Lynn as we fucked. "How did you get him to do that?"

"I asked him what he was going to do to Sandy when he got her home," Lynn whispered, "and when he answered he was going to fuck her and think about you fucking her, I said why not fuck her now. He was so turned on that the more I talked to him about fucking Sandy, the more turned on he got. Then I asked him if he remembered how you fucked her that Sunday morning and he said he'd been fantasizing about it for weeks. So I said I'd pull you off of her so he could fuck her the same way you did that morning. Finally I said 'Lets go' and moved over to you and he followed me. I wasn't sure he would do it, but he did."

"Jesus!" I said, "look at him pound her. Sandy's as turned on as he is. Watch her hump that ass." Lynn laughed, kissed me, and picked up the pace.

Dave was pounding away. His arms under Sandy's legs held them high in the air and he was pumping deep into her causing her to grunt with each thrust. She had her eyes closed tight and her back arched up to meet his pounding body and she pumped her ass hard. Her pussy was dripping and making the wet sounds of a horny pussy getting what it needs. Her legs were bouncing up and down as Dave fucked her. He began to grunt. He was clearly no longer the submissive voyeur-cuck we had seen a moment ago. I marveled at the transformation Lynn had made by changing the picture in his head, merely by whispering in his ear. 

"Turn me over and fuck me hard," Lynn said.

I turned her over and began some serious fucking. Lynn arched her back pulling me down so my chest rubbed her tits. She closed her eyes and started to hump and take me deep. It was not long before she began those animal grunts that told me she was headed for nirvana and I pumped harder and faster. She got there first, trembling, and I felt her pussy grab my cock like a strong hand and begin the rhythmic squeezing that lasted a long time until I pumped my load. 

When we got back from La-La-Land we looked over at Dave and Sandy. They had obviously both had their orgasms and they were laughing and kissing and loving each other like two newly weds. 

"Lets get back in the tub and finish our drinks," said Lynn. The four of us got into the tub laughing, splashing around, and grabbing our glasses.

Lynn lifted her glass in a toast. "Lets drink a toast to a four-way nirvana."

"What the hell's a nirvana?" Dave asked.

"A nirvana is what you just felt happen to your dick a couple of minutes ago," Lynn answered.

"I'll drink to that anytime," said Dave.

Lynn moved over close to him and whispered softly, "You learned something tonight, Davie boy. Talk to that bitch the right way and she'll get very friendly. Remember, what you did to her is she wants."

We soaked a while and as we got out of the tub I heard Sandy whisper to Lynn, "Thank you. I can never repay you for that." 

We dressed and, after they said their goodbyes and left, Lynn and I sat on the patio and had another Baileys. We were silent for a few minutes as I thought about the transformation I had seen in Dave. 

"He's not cured, you know," I said. "He still gonna need to see her get fucked or at least think about it to turn on. He's still a voyeur-cuck in his head"

Lynn nodded. "Yeah I know. But it's a start. We need to do some more foursomes with them. Maybe he'll gradually get better."

"What are you? Some kind of therapist?" I laughed.

"Look Bobby," Lynn said seriously, "I know what it's like to have a picture in your head that makes you do things you don't want to do. It's not good. Sometimes you need help to get rid of a picture like that. You helped me get rid of mine. Maybe I can help Dave get rid of his. In a foursome he can watch Sandy get fucked and then take care of her himself. It's what she wants. She loves him."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said.

"Look at it this way," Lynn said. "Sandy does what Dave needs. No way could she prefer a submissive voyeur-cuck to the dominant, take-charge guy we saw walk out of that meeting with Gene. Or the stud we saw fucking her tonight. You heard her thank me. Hell, maybe we can make him better." 

"Then he won't ask me to fuck Sandy any more." I said in mock sorrow.

"You bastard! You enjoyed fucking her that weekend didn't you?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I sure did, that is after that act we put on for Dave. But Lynn, you know you're a better fuck than any woman in the world as far as I'm concerned."

"Thank you, baby. Oh, and I'm sorry I asked you that question about watching. I ... well, I just forgot all about what had happened to us. I forgot about Bill." Lynn looked at me and smiled an apology.

"That's encouraging," I said. "Forgetting I mean. Maybe, now that we've gotten even with Bill, we can both start to forget that nightmare -- or at least remember it only as a bad dream and not a real memory."



Lynn and Bobby Ch. 07



Chapter 7

Ann's story

Lynn and I were sitting on the patio when Princess arrived with her guests. We had invited them over for cocktails after Princess told us how eager Ann was to meet us.

"Sit down. I'll fix the drinks," I said after the introductions were made all around. Ann was a little older than Princess and had a figure almost as good. Her son Gerry was a strapping handsome kid who looked older than his twenty-one years. I poured Glenlivet for everyone, rocks for most. We exchanged the usual pleasantries. Then Princess told us about Ann.

"Ann and I were great friends a dozen years ago. We ran around a lot together because we belonged to the same club." Princess said. "Of course she didn't call me Princess – it was Blanche then." 

"Blanche as in 'Streetcar.'" I chuckled.

Princess laughed. "Yeah. Mom was a Tennessee Williams fan, I guess. Anyway I like my new name better."

Princess went on to explain about Ann and I began to wonder what was in her mind. She had told me that Ann had a personal problem that she wanted to talk over with Lynn, but I had no idea what it was or why she wanted to talk to Lynn about it. Sometimes I think Princess had a higher opinion of Lynn's understanding of personal problems than she really had. Probably she thought that working out the serious trouble that Lynn and I got ourselves into with Bill had somehow given us insight into how to deal with sexual dilemmas. 

We had a second round of drinks and people were starting to feel loose. Princess hauled a joint out of her purse, lit it, and passed it around.

"This will loosen everybody up," she said. She was right. We puffed a while, had a third Glenlivet, and then Princess says, "How about the hot tub?"

That was a real surprise! We were not a straight-laced group, but Ann's son Gerry was here and Lynn and I had just met the two of them. Princess had a plan, I told myself, so let her be the lead. I offered them some robes and everyone went into the house to strip and get into the robes.

We came back out and I hung up my robe and got into the tub. Lynn followed me. Princess stood on the mat beside the hot tub, stark naked and strikingly beautiful in all her thirty-something years. She had gorgeous, large, milky white tits with only a slight sexy sag of maturity and a taut flat belly, tan down to her scanty beaver. Her legs were long and shapely and tan. 

When Gerry and Ann walked out in their robes I thought Gerry spent a good deal of time with his eyes roving over Princess' naked body. Well, after all, he was only twenty-one. He hung his robe up and Ann did the same. Ann's body was almost the twin of Princess except she had shaved her beaver and showed the world a naked pussy. 

"Stop staring at Princess, Gerry," said Ann. Then turning to Lynn and me in the hot tub she said, "This is the first time Gerry has seen Princess naked. When he was a teenager he used to admire her figure in a bikini. I think he used to jack off looking at a picture of Princess in her bikini."

"Mom! For God's sake!" Gerry was obviously embarrassed. We couldn't help laughing because his over reaction told us that Ann had hit the nail on the head.

Gerry's cock had started to get a little hard looking at Princess and he quickly jumped into the hot tub to conceal it. Ann was not yet finished embarrassing her young son. 

"Gerry is hung just like his father was," she said. 

"Mom! For God's sake!" I looked over at Gerry and I could see he was really embarrassed by what his mother had said. He's acting more like he's seventeen, I thought.

"That was the first thing I noticed about Gerry," said Princess. "You're right Ann. Gerry is hung just like his dad."

"It will come as no surprise," said Ann, "that Princess became an expert on my husband's equipment. She screwed him all one summer."

"Mom! For God's sake!" Gerry shouted, yet again.

All of us were laughing now at Gerry's expense. I turned to him. "Gerry, that's the way mothers are. They always seem to say the most embarrassing things."

We all got into the water and soaked and had yet another Glenlivet to empty the bottle and passed one more joint around. What ever was in the minds of Princess and Ann it was certain that by the time we talked about it we would all be very, very loose. One more complication seemed to be developing. Princess had moved over to Gerry and had begun to cuddle with him, obviously playing with his balls and getting him aroused. Then she gave him a big wet kiss.

"Your teenage fantasy is about to come true Gerry," Princess said. "You've turned twenty-one and you're old enough to legally fuck. Let me help you out of the tub. I want to find out if you know how to use that equipment as well as your father did."

Lynn and I were far from shy, but I think both of us were a bit shocked by what was happening. Still, I thought, let it happen. Princess helped Gerry out of the tub and it was no surprise to see he had a raging hard on. Princess embraced Gerry as they stood beside the hot tub and reached down to guide his hard cock up on her belly so they could stand close. It was at that moment that poor Gerry had the final embarrassment of his young and inexperienced evening. He started to ejaculate!

It was a tribute to the sensitivity of all of us that we controlled the laughter that almost erupted. Princess led Gerry quickly away toward the bedroom, where his fantasy would finally be fulfilled in blessed privacy. Lynn and Ann and I remained in the tub, smiling and chuckling softly. 

The three of us got out of the tub, toweled off, and put on our robes. We sat at the patio table and I got a fresh bottle of Glenlivet and offered drinks but everyone declined. I had the feeling that we would at last find out what this was all about. Ann turned to Lynn and began a very serious discussion – talking as though she were stone cold sober.

"I need your advice, Lynn. It's about Gerry."

"I'll help any way I can," said Lynn. "Tell me your story."

"It all began about three months ago," Ann said. "I was living alone. Gerry and his friend Phil finished their computer training and moved back to town. They had been roommates and so, Gerry brought Phil home to stay with him and me till they got something else. We are a casual bunch of people, you know, and coming and going from the pool, and all, and well ... well, there was a lot of nudity and drinking and grass."

Lynn nodded. This was starting to make sense. "And what did that lead to?"

Ann hesitated. "Well, Ah ... it led to ... ah, what I'm asking your opinion about."

"And that is what?" Lynn asked.

"Well, maybe I better just tell you. You see, I started to screw Phil."

"Did Gerry know about that?"

"Well, Ah ... it was worse than that." Ann was obviously having a lot of difficulty telling Lynn what happened. Considering her story I could understand why.

"Worse than that?"

"Yeah. Gerry watched."

"He what?" Lynn was jolted by what Ann had just said.

"He watched us fuck."

"Your son watched you fuck his buddy?" Lynn's seemed incredulous.

"Yeah. He watched and ... ah ... well, he ah ... helped out."

Lynn leaned forward and spoke directly in Ann's face. "Just tell me what happened. Exactly what happened."

"Well," said Ann, "while the guys were away at school they got to playing these games – they called them 'role-playing' games. The would role-play things they heard about. Princess had told us the story of you and Bobby and that couple – Dave and Sandy. Dave was ... you know ... a cuckold and so Gerry and Phil started to role-play the cuckold game, with me doing Sandy's part. Gerry would undress me and get me ready for Phil to screw me. Then he would watch us screw and jerk off."

"Okay," said Lynn, "I think I'm beginning to understand. This is pretty wild, you know. Actually really wild. You've got two grown guys and a grown woman acting more like seventeen year olds." 

Lynn looked over at me. I could tell that her mind was racing ahead and filling in the story. I had a good idea what she was thinking and where she was going next and Lynn's next question confirmed my suspicion. 

"Did Princess tell you about the last time Dave and Sandy visited us?"

Ann lowered her head and stared at the table. Then she nodded, not saying a word. 

Lynn continued. "And now Gerry wants keep role-playing Dave in the continuing saga of Bobby, Lynn, Dave, and Sandy. Is that right?" 

Ann kept staring at the table saying nothing. Then she nodded again.

"And you're already worried about him playing the cuckold and jacking off over and over again like some damn pervert. You are wondering what kind of man he might grow up to be. You want him to stand up and be a man. That's why Princess is screwing your son. You asked her to. Is that right?"

Ann just kept looking down for a few moments. Embarrassed. Then she looked up at Lynn and in a very quiet voice she said, "Yes."

"But to stand up and be a man, to break out of the cuckold role he's been playing for months now, he has to ... well, ... he has to fuck you – fuck his mother. Just like Dave replaced Bobby and fucked Sandy."

Ann looked back down at the table and started nodding her head. Then she looked up at Lynn and I saw tears running down her cheeks. 

"What the hell am I going to do?" Ann asked plaintively.

I sat there listening to Ann explain her predicament wondering what Lynn was going to say. Wondering what I would say. Asking myself when it is okay to break society's rules to help a young man. We live in a fast moving and changing social milieu. We like it but sometimes don't like the price we have to pay for it. I looked at Lynn. She was looking off to the side away from Ann – like she always did when her mind was racing at light speed working on a problem. Suddenly she looked over at me.

"What do you think Bobby? Give us a man's viewpoint."

I turned to Ann. "Lynn always does this – asks me my opinion that is – when she has already made up her mind. She already knows what the answer is but she doesn't like the answer."

I turned back to Lynn. "Ann should never have gotten herself into this situation by fucking Gerry's buddy. And even if she fucked him she should never have allowed Gerry to watch. And she sure as hell should never have role-played with her son and his buddy. No one can be sure that Gerry's role in this will make him a voyeur-cuck like Dave, but stranger things have happened. Especially if Gerry and Phil get their own apartment and Gerry brings home his girlfriend for Phil."

Lynn studied my face as she listened to my thoughts. "I agree," she said.

"So," I continued, "in this admittedly strange household, with admittedly strange customs, there seems only one thing to do. And that thing is admittedly, strange. Isn't that so darling."

Lynn nodded and turned to Ann. "Bobby's right. I'd already made up my mind and I didn't like the answer. And you have already decided what you're going to do, haven't you Ann? And you don't like the answer either, do you?"

Ann wiped the tears away with her fists, nodding yes and shaking her head no at the same time. "Yes I've decided what to do and no I don't like it," she said.

"You didn't need to ask me in the first place," said Lynn.

"Oh yes I did. I needed some one to tell me I had to do it."

"Does Gerry want to do it?" Lynn asked.

Ann nodded. "And he wants to do it in role-play taking over from Phil just like Dave took over from Bobby." 

Lynn shrugged her shoulders, as though facing the inevitable. "Then do it and do it as quickly as possible. But then quickly figure out a way to get them out of your apartment and off on their own."

The timing was perfect. Princess and an exhausted Gerry walked out of the house just as Ann and Lynn had reached their decision.

"I need a drink," said Princess. "This kid is younger than his old man was when I fucked him."

I stood up and poured Glenlivet all around. "Oh to be twenty-one again."

Lynn shook her head and laughed. "You're only twenty-six you horny bastard and you have enough energy for me. Well, after that story I need a drink too. Let's drink to a young man turned twenty-one. May he be a man like his father." 

After Lynn's toast our guests said their good-byes and as she left Ann whispered a hurried thank you to Lynn. I wondered what the end to this story would be. It was some time before we found out.

Several weeks went by with no word from Ann. Lynn and I had almost forgotten the matter until Princess showed up completely unannounced one night as Lynn and I were enjoying Glenlivet on the patio. She shouted her message even before she said hello.

"Well she did it!" I knew instantly who "she" was and what she did. 

"Did Ann talk to you?" I asked.

"No. It was Gerry," Princess said. "He came over to my place this afternoon. Jesus, he likes to fuck!"

"And?" Lynn asked.

Princess sat down and took the drink I handed her. "He told me the whole story. I don't think he knew that his mother had talked to you but he knew I was aware of the situation."

"How did it happen?" Lynn asked.

"Well, you know about the role-playing game. I know she told you about that. Ann must have decided to let it happen because she finally agreed to play that game where Phil was fucking her and Gerry takes over – just like you all with Dave and Sandy. So the time comes and Gerry tells me he was nervous and he was sure his mother was too, but Phil was already fucking his Mom, so he says the lines and takes Phil's place and he said 'I just closed my eyes and shoved it in and started to fuck her like she was just another piece of ass.' Of course he knew she wasn't just another piece of ass – she was his mother."

Lynn nodded. "What did Ann do?"

"Gerry says she fucked him back – pumping her ass big time. He said it took him a long time to come. I wasn't surprised about that, but what surprised me was that Ann had an orgasm – a real one – and it was a big one."

"Are you sure," Lynn asked.

"I questioned him over and over and I'm sure. Besides, what happened later makes me certain. After he fucked her, he asked Phil to leave for the night and Gerry slept with Ann. He fucked her several times that night. They kept the room pitch black – not a speck of light – and they made love again and again and talked and kissed like lovers. The next morning when Ann was fixing breakfast, Phil came in the kitchen and he kissed her just like he always did – on the cheek - and told her he was moving out. And he did, along with Phil, that afternoon. That was two weeks ago and he hasn't been back since. He's called her of course, but he said he has no intention of screwing her again."

"Is that the end of it, do you think?" I asked Lynn.

"Well, it sounds like it. But you never know. He sure fucked me hard. I'm just doing this for Ann and I think it's time to stop. He wears me out and he can't make me come. Of course I give him the porn queen big-O that Bobby knows all about."

I laughed, remembering the first time I fucked Princess. "You have fooled a lot of guys with that," I said.

"Not you," she replied. "And that reminds me. I hope you two have no plans for tonight. I haven't had an orgasm without my vibrator in ... Jesus! ... Since this whole damned Ann thing started."

Lynn laughed. "Poor Bobby here, he wished he was twenty-one again, remember that Princess?"

"Yeah," Princess said. "That's a man for you. They have no idea of the difference between skill and strength. But I think Bobby was joking. He knows the difference. Lynn, can I have him once tonight?" 

"Don't ask me, ask Bobby," said Lynn.

I stood up and walked behind Princess' chair and bent down and kissed her neck softly, running my hands down and caressing her breasts. "If you behave yourself Princess, I will take care of you on the mat next to the hot tub after we have had a few drinks and soaked a while."

Princess looked up at me and smiled. "And a joint," she said opening her purse and producing a perfectly rolled example of her private high-grade stuff.

It happened that way exactly. Another drink and that smoke and a half-hour in the hot tub and I helped Princess out and laid her on the mat. Lynn moved over close – her face inches from Princess' face. I stroked and caressed Princess' body. I even gave her clit a touch or two with my tongue and licked her sweet spot till she moaned. 

Lynn leaned over from the tub and sucked my cock till it was hard and slippery.

"The perfect wife," said Princess with a chuckle, as she spread those shapely legs and raised her knees. 

I mounted her gently. I slipped it in so easily she hardly felt it and began the gentle fucking that I knew Princess liked. She embraced me with her thighs and her hips responded, lifting gently to meet my thrusts. I kissed her lips and neck and whispered softly in her ear.

"Relax baby. Just relax and enjoy. You've had a hard time since you last felt this but it will be so good. Take your time and enjoy."

I set the rhythm that I knew she liked. Lynn held her cheek near Princess and held her hand. Princess started to moan softly as she always did. She closed her eyes and it was as though she simply left our world and traveled through time and space. Lost in fantasy, her hips continued to hump softly and regularly for over five minutes and then her moans and movements changed very subtly. Lynn and I knew she was about to have her orgasm. When it came it was soft and gentle and her moans stopped as she held her breath while her pussy contracted strongly and regularly. Then the final big sigh as she let the air out of her lungs and rested. 

She lay quietly. After a couple of minutes, she opened her eyes and looked up at me and turned her head and looked into Lynn's eyes.

"Thank you Lynn. Thank you Bobby. God! That was good. You know exactly what I need. Oh shit! I forgot. You make me forget, you're so gentle. What about you? You want to come?"

Lynn climbed out of the tub and laid on the mat beside Princess. "I'll take him Princess. You rest."

"I love you Bobby. You are the most considerate and wonderful man in the world. Oh, and you're really a great fuck as well."

Lynn spread her legs to receive me. "Okay Bobby, don't spare the horsepower. Just pound that pussy like you owned it."

I did what she asked and in no time at all I heard those familiar animal grunts that told me Lynn was working for her orgasm. She reached down and grabbed my balls and squeezed them just the way I liked and before I realized it I felt my balls lift up out of her hand and my cock start to throb and I pumped a really big load. As I was almost finished Lynn started to tremble and then her contractions began and her loud moans told me she had enjoyed my efforts. 

The three of us just laid there and rested. As we were getting back into the hot tub to rinse off a thought struck me. "I'm a lucky guy," I said. "One gal likes it easy and one likes it hard – I don't think I could handle two women who need to be fucked as hard as Lynn."

The girls laughed. "Honey," said Lynn, "You could handle us no matter what we asked you to do. I have an idea. Tomorrow maybe we'll see Old Faithful again."

"I can't take that again," I said, remembering that double blowjob the two had given me teasing me almost beyond endurance till my cum shot high into the air for them to catch in their mouths. 

Then the girls laughed and nudged each other. "Yeah, lets do him that way tomorrow. Maybe we can set a new altitude record."



Lynn and Bobby Ch. 08



Chapter 8 

Girl Talk: The Stupid Bitch Story

Note to male readers: This is the way girls talk to each other. It has very little sex and while many girls will think it's funny, most guys (except gays) will be bored. If you're looking for something to jack off too, this is not it. If you want to jack off, please read one of my other stories. Charlie's Nephew if you're gay -- Bet in Branson Aftermath if you're straight.

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One evening on our patio after dinner, Princess began to tell Lynn what she had referred to several times as her "stupid bitch" story. It was about the guy she lost. The guy who was the love of her life. She had met him about ten years ago and they had fallen in love. Princess was living out in the valley at the time and had a good job as an administrative assistant. Her boyfriend, Ted, was a computer programmer. They had dated several months and when their relationship developed, Ted left the apartment he shared with a colleague and moved in with Princess. They both belonged to a country club in the valley and their friends were mostly club members. They had lived together for over a year and, although they never talked about it, both of them assumed they would get married when the time was right. Ted was handsome enough to attract a number of admirers but he had had his fill of casual pussy and he was hooked on Princess and didn't stray.

"How did the trouble start?" Lynn asked.

"A Friday night party at the club. This damn brunet! I never trusted brunets. She'd had her eye on Ted for some time. She'd strut in front of him in her bikini at the pool. She was built, but she wasn't built any better than I was. She had these dark, seductive eyes, always looking over at him, sexy like. Well, that night everybody was dancing with everybody else and she starts making a play for Ted. He got regular offers from a bunch of broads and he never let me down, but this night he'd had a couple of extra drinks. He danced with her -- all of us were changing partners -- and she put her pussy right on his leg and started to rub him. Pissed me off, but I'd seen it before with other broads and he always handled it."

Lynn nodded her head. "A good looking stud? That was nothing special to him. Gals probably had done that lots of times."

"Yeah they had. But he just let her do it and smiled at her. It was the extra booze he had on board I think. Anyway it started to get to me so when he sat down I told him not to dance with her any more."

"Uh-Oh! That was a mistake."

"Yeah, I know. The first in a long line of mistakes. This is a stupid bitch story, remember?"

Princess continued. "He asked her to dance again. He did it just to show me I wasn't giving him orders. He comes back and sits down and he's got a hard on. That brunet bitch had been stroking his pecker over in a dark part of the dance floor. And he says to me, 'Okay baby, time to go home.'"

"Great!" Said Lynn. " You got lucky. So, you took him home and fucked him and said to yourself, 'To hell with that damn brunet.'"

"Wrong! This is a stupid bitch story, remember? I was pissed because she gave him a hard on and I was too damn dumb to realize that how my guy got a hard on didn't matter, just as long as I was the one who took care of it. So I got real huffy and said I wasn't ready to go home yet and got up and headed for the ladies room."

"Big mistake. Another one."

"Actually, it was two big mistakes. Mistake number one was not taking him home and fuckin' him and mistake number two was not keeping watch over him while that predatory bitch had her eye on him. When I got back to the table that bitch had him dancing in the dark part of the room. And her left hand was not around his shoulder. She was stroking his pecker."

"Not good but not fatal. He was your guy. He had already said he was ready to go home. The brunet had obviously made him horny and he wanted to fuck. He was going to come back to the table when the music stopped. If he didn't you could go ask him to dance with you -- he was your date. Either way you could take him home and fuck him. Right?"

"Wrong. I decided to teach him a lesson," said Princess.

"Oh shit. I'll bet he learned the wrong lesson. What did you do?"

"I walked out. Got a cab and went home. Making a mental list of all the things I was going to tell him when he came stumbling in."

"But, he didn't come stumbling in, did he?" 

"Oh, he came stumbling in all right. At two o'clock the next afternoon."

Lynn nodded. "Okay. So the lesson you taught him was that when an attractive brunet starts playing with his dick, she'll fuck him if his lady isn't smart enough to fuck him first."

"Yeah. That's exactly what I taught him. So there he stands telling me how sorry he is and how he drank too much and how much he loves me and then he gets tears in his eyes and just sits there on the couch hanging his head."

"You lucky broad! Shit! So you go over and sit next to him and take him in your arms and say to him, 'I shouldn't have walked out on you like that baby. I love you and I know you love me. You just had too much to drink and I didn't take care of you the way I should have.' Not one word about that brunet bitch. Then you fixed him a drink, a hair of the dog that bit him, and asked him to come in the kitchen and help you fix some steak and eggs and you treated him nice all afternoon and that night you showed him you were a much better fuck than that brunet bitch."

"This is a stupid bitch story, remember? I decided now was the time to teach him a lesson."

"Okay. Another lesson?" Asked Lynn. "Like the first lesson where he learned to fuck the brunet."

"Worse. I tell him, cold as ice, to pack his things and move out. I figured a couple of weeks of asking me to let him come back would be good for him."

"Oh shit! And he moves in with the brunet?"

"No. He goes back to his old apartment with his old room mate."

"You got lucky. Very lucky. You dodged a bullet. So the next day, you go over there and tell him you just got mad and over reacted and it was as much your fault as his and you loved him and then you help him move his things back." 

"A stupid bitch never takes advantage of any luck. I decided to wait until he told me he was sorry."

"He already told you that."

"I wanted him to tell me again. So I figured I'd give him time to feel bad and then I'd hear from him."

"Did you hear from him?"

"Yeah. I got a postcard from Hawaii. I called his roommate. He didn't go alone. He took that brunet bitch."

"So, lets see now. He learned another lesson. It was, if the blond won't fuck, the brunet will. He's learning a lot of lessons, Princess. He's going to graduate soon if you're not careful. What happened when he got back? Did he move in with her?"

"He went back to his old apartment. He called up and asked me out to dinner."

"Wow! You just keep dodging bullets. So you went out with him and tried to get things started again. Right?" 

"Wrong. I keep jumping in front of bullets. I hung up on him."

"And that was the end of it?"

"No. He wrote me a long letter telling me he was sorry and asking me to go out with him again."

"A very patient guy. He was probably in love with you. In fact, I think he was in love with you. So you called him and you two started dating again."

"Wrong. I tore up the letter. I stayed away from the club. I cried a lot. I felt sorry for myself because I missed him and wanted him back. Finally, I called his apartment. His roommate said he was not there but invited me to lunch. He wanted to talk. At lunch he told me that Ted was broken up about what happened because he really loved me. He had quit his job and headed for the East Coast. He was not sure where he was."

"Well, a year and a half gone down the tube. A really great guy with it. And all because, lets see, you wouldn't fuck him because another broad gave him the hard on."

"Exactly. That's when I shudda learned to stop worrying how a dick gets hard and start concentrating on what to do with it when it does. But I didn't and that's not the end of the story. I was crying a lot and his roommate gave me a shoulder to cry on. And the next thing I knew he gave me a pillow to cry on. And before I figured him out, he was banging me like a drum. I fucked him for four weeks. One night we were fucking and after he pumped his load he rolled off of me, and I looked over and Ted was sitting in the chair by the window, watching us fuck."

"Oh my God! Why did he come back?"

"He never left. I mean he hadn't quit his job or moved out. I found out later he'd just gone up to Berkley for a six week advanced computer course his company was paying for. His lousy roommate had decided to fuck the gal that threw him out of her apartment. He worked hard at it for a month."

"Oh shit! So what happened?"

"I got out of bed running around buck naked looking for my clothes which were scattered around the room. Ted handed me my brassiere, which was hanging on the back of the chair he was sitting in. When I was dressed, I left. I didn't know what to say to Ted. I mean, what do you say to the guy you love when you're standing there buck naked with his room mate's cum dripping out of your pussy. What the hell do you say? I just went home."

"Did he call you?"

"He called the next day and invited me to dinner."

"I hope you didn't have another lesson to teach him."

"I was lessoned out. I went out with him and the first thing he said to me was that he was sorry about the brunet. Now, Lynn, think about that! Less than twenty-four hours after he'd caught me fucking his roommate, he apologized for fucking that damn brunet. He was nice to me all evening, took me home, kissed me good night at the door, and went back to his apartment."

"What did you say to him? How did you explain about his room mate?"

"I didn't know what to say. My story was so crazy that ... "

"Well you had to tell him something. There's not a man in the world who could love you enough to understand ..." Lynn paused and looked over at me and then continued, "... at least not very many men who could stay with you after what he saw. Are you telling me you had a man like mine?" 

"That's exactly what I'm telling you, Lynn. His roommate didn't explain it to him. Ted just figured something out for himself. He started looking for another apartment the next day and invited me out to dinner. I asked him first thing if he wanted to move back in with me."

"At last you do something smart. Did you talk about the room mate?"

"I tried to, right after I asked him to move in with me. Before I'd said more than a couple of words, he reached across the table and put his finger to my lips and said, 'You don't need to say a word.' I don't know what his roommate told him. I don't know what he knew. But, somehow he was satisfied. He turned out to be the closest thing to Bobby that I have ever seen, and he loved me. He moved back in as if nothing had happened. He said not one word about me fucking his roommate. Not even a hint. We went on as if nothing had changed. He treated me like I was precious."

"And you let him get away?"

"I didn't let him get away. I threw him away." 

"You stupid bitch!"

"That's the name of the story."

"You're going to tell me how you did it. And please don't tell me you were going to teach him another lesson."

"We started going out again as if nothing had happened. Our love life was great. Then one night at the club, everybody was dancing with everybody and that brunet bitch got hold of him again. Those damned eyes just ate him up. She danced with him and her pussy was tight against his leg. And she got him over in the dark and she started to stroke his pecker, and when he got back to the table I reached over and felt of it and it was hard."

"Big mistake. Basic principle: Never feel of your man's pecker when he comes back to the table after dancing with a slut."

"Mistake number one." Princess said.

"Mistake number two?" Lynn asked.

"I told him not to dance with her again."

"Okay. You'd made that mistake before. So what did he do? Show you that he had a choice?"

"No. He just sat there with me and he was nice. Then that brunet bitch gets up and walks across the room, swishing her ass in that tight skirt, and bends over to show him her tits and asks him to dance. The bitch! And he danced with her."

"Princess, he had to. He didn't have a choice. At a club party like that he couldn't say no and leave her standing there."

"But he danced with her and she put her pussy on his leg and started to grind. The bitch! She'd fucked him for two weeks in Hawaii. She was after him again."

"But you had him. He'd fucked her for two weeks and didn't want her anymore. He came back to you. Even after he watched you fuck his roommate, he came back to you. He loved you. You had nothing to worry about. Let the bitch rub her pussy on his leg. She was just warming him up for you."

"Yeah. But I didn't think that way then. I was pissed. I wanted to teach him a lesson."

"Oh no baby not another lesson."

"Yeah, another lesson. I walked out."

"Oh shit. You didn't learn from the first time."

"This time he came home. Got home a half-hour after I did. Said he was sorry I was upset and he apologized for dancing with her. He was real nice. We went to bed. And he didn't fuck me."

"You had a problem. A big one. What happened the next night?"

"He still didn't fuck me."

"Did you try to get him to? Did you reach for his pecker?"

"No. I was too damn proud."

"Mistake!"

"Yeah. Big mistake!"

I sat there listening to them talk and realized that Princess wanted me to hear what she said. Just like Lynn, when she was talking about Bill. They were talking to each other, but they needed me to hear what they said, I guess to keep them honest, or make them say it straight out, or something. Anyway, she was laying it on the line. 

Princess sat there a minute in thought, and then said, "He didn't fuck me all week. Then, on Saturday afternoon, he sat me down and said, 'Let's talk.'"

"I was scared. He was very serious. I couldn't believe that damn brunet bitch meant that much to him."

Lynn almost shouted at Princess. "She didn't. She meant nothing to him. He didn't care shit about her! He'd fucked her for two weeks and didn't want her any more. He'd watched you fuck his roommate and he still came back to you. He begged you to take him back. He loved you. You stupid bitch. He loved you."

"I wanted him to prove it."

"You stupid bitch!"

"Stupid bitch. That's the name of the story. I told him we needed to be apart for a while so I could figure out what I really wanted. What I really wanted was for him to break down and get down on his knees and beg me to keep him and tell me he loved me." 

"What did he say?"

"He said okay. He understood. It was a very serious decision. He wanted me, but he wanted me to be sure I wanted him."

"You stupid bitch! He said that? He said he wanted you? And you let him move out? No, you made him move out. You gave that horny brunet a chance to relieve the pressure in his balls. And you knew she would! Jesus! How the fuck did you let him get away? I don't believe it!" 

"He still took me out to dinner and to the club but he didn't try to stay and fuck me. Then one day at the club pool we were sitting there having a vodka tonic and that damn brunet walks up in her white bikini -- wet from the pool. You could see her nipples and a big hairy beaver through the suit. That bitch stands not two feet from him, with her beaver at eye level, and starts a conversation. I got pissed and went home."

"Another mistake. Shit! You had nothing to worry about. He'd seen that beaver before. Hell, he'd fucked that beaver. He didn't want that beaver. You threw him out and he still asked you to go out with him. He was dating you, not the brunet!" 

"I know. I wanted him to do something nice for me, but I didn't know what I wanted him to do. I loved him but I wanted him to prove he loved me."

"He'd already proved it, Princess, a couple of times, by my count."

"Oh, I know that now, but I was confused as hell then about what I wanted him to do. Then he asked me out one night, and at dinner he tells me about a job offer he got from Silicon Valley. It was a good one. With a future. Before we had the trouble, this would have been just the thing to cause us to get married. As he told me about it, I was hoping he was going to propose, but he didn't."

"Princess, that was your moment. If there was ever a time for you to say you loved him and wanted to be with him, that was it. He was in love with you. He knew how important this job was. He wanted you to say something -- anything -- that would give him a clue that you wanted him. Then he was going to propose."

"I know. He was ready to propose. But, I couldn't figure out what to say to get him to do what I wanted."

"What the hell did you want him to do?"

"That's the problem. I wasn't sure what I wanted him to do. I just wanted him to do something. Like apologize for making me feel bad."

"You were making yourself feel bad!"

"I know that now. Anyway, I just said nothing." 

"Mistake, maybe a fatal one."

"No. I made a worse one the next month."

"Oh shit. It's hard to think of a worse one."

"It was worse. He goes back to his new job and tells me he'll be back in a month to see me for a few days. The next month he comes back and stays at a hotel and asks me out. He tells me all about his new job. He's excited. He takes me home and kisses me at the door and doesn't try to screw me. He takes me out the next night. I'm waiting for him to say something -- to apologize, to ..."

"To apologize! To apologize for what?"

"Well, ... for making me feel bad, or ..."

"Making you feel bad! You stupid bitch! All you had to do was lean across the table and tell him you loved him. He was yours! Just sitting there! Waiting for you to say you loved him!" Lynn was almost shouting now. 

"Yeah, I know that now. But I didn't know it then. I thought I needed to do something to get his attention."

"Get his attention? You had his attention! He wanted to marry you!"

"Well, I wanted to do something to get his attention. So, after he went back north, I tried to think of something that would make him pay more attention to me. I thought maybe if I made him jealous. So, I decided to ... well I thought if I ... well I ..."

"What the hell did you do?" Lynn was shouting now.

"I started fuckin' his room mate!"

"Oh shit, you didn't."

"I did. I was thinking that the last time I did it he didn't get mad, he just paid more attention to me. And I thought ... "

"You fucked his roommate?"

"Yeah, I did. Big time. I guess his roommate called him and told him he was fucking me or said something. Anyway, I waited for him to call. I waited for him to visit. And I never heard from him again. I threw him away. Just threw him away. He was as good as Bobby, I swear he was. He knew how to fuck me. He knew how to love me. I loved him, but I threw him away. I fucked his room mate for a while and then I became a whore, and I fucked any guy who asked me." 



Lynn and Bobby Ch. 09



Chapter 9: The Cuckold's Chin Rest

Lynn's mother was in the hospital again and Lynn was back East. I was a bachelor, but Princess kept me company when her husband Gene was out of town – which was often now that there was some new activity in Saudi Arabia. Princess and I were having a drink at the club, when we saw ... But, maybe I'd better start at the beginning.

My wife Lynn and I got married several years ago, fresh out of college and settled in San Diego where we have a beautiful home in the suburbs and belong to a nice country club. Our marriage is sound now, but Lynn had had a brief and very unpleasant affair, and Princess had been quite supportive after it was over. Princess was a lovely thirty-something blond with a fabulous figure. She was the trophy wife of a wealthy oil engineer, thirty years her senior. When her husband, Gene, was out of town she joined Lynn and me for a delightful threesome and when Lynn was visiting her mother, which seemed all to often recently, Princess and I were a couple, with Lynn's blessing of course, provided we kept a low profile. It is a very complicated story, but with a little time you'll figure it out.

Anyway, Princess and I were having a drink at the club, when a very attractive blond walks in. She could have been Princess' twin sister. She looks around, sees Princess, waves a big smiling hello and heads for our table. I had seen her around the club but I wasn't sure who she was. When she got to the table I stood up to meet her.

"Hi Blanche," she said to Princess. Blanche was Princess' real name. Princess was a nickname that Lynn and I used most of the time. We gave her that name because the ladies of the club suspected that she had screwed some of their husbands – suspected correctly as it turned out – and started calling her "The Princess."

"Bobby, this is Janice – Janice meet Bobby," said Princess. "Janice is an old friend." 

As Janice joined us she pointed to Princess' drink. "I'll have the same."

I waved at the waitress and signaled another drink. 

"Most people call her Janice, but she has a nickname just like me," said Princess.

"Damn it Blanch! Are you gonna tell that story again? If you do, I'm gonna start calling you Princess!" 

Princess laughed. "Of course I'm going to tell that story again. It's too damn funny not to tell. Don't worry about Bobby. He's a swinger and knows how to keep his mouth shut."

"Okay, Princess – tell me," I said.

Princess started the tale. "Janice is divorced and sometimes she gets horny between boyfriends. About a year ago she set her eye on this guy Ray who is a big good looking stud with muscles and a hairy chest."

"I know who you mean – big guy, on the Board of the club, doesn't play much golf but sits around the pool a lot," I said.

"Yeah, that's him," said Princess. "His wife's name is Joan. So, anyway, Janice got a little drunk at a big party and took her clothes off in a room she knew Ray was gonna walk into. She wanted him to see her naked. Thought he might get interested in her."

I looked at Janice. She just sat there shaking her head. She was not embarrassed in the least. I think Princess must have told this tale a lot.

"So what happened?" I asked.

Janice spoke up. "Let me tell it. He walks into the room. I'm standing there, trying to pose, trying to look sexy, as if drunk, buck-naked, and spike heels isn't sexy enough. He looks me up and down a couple of times, then, stares at my tits for a while. Then he shakes his head no and walks out." 

The three of us break out in laughter loud enough that several club members turn and smile. It was a funny story.

"Well," continued Princess, "he tells his wife the story. She gets irritated and gives Janice a nickname that has stuck to her like Princess has stuck to me."

"What was it?"

"Mrs. Robinson," Princess says and all three of us burst out laughing again. The members of the club are now convinced that we are telling dirty jokes.

"You mean like the movie," I said, "where a thirty-something gal shows herself naked to her daughter's boyfriend. What was it ... oh yeah, 'The Graduate'"

"So, ever since, her close friends call her Mrs. Robinson."

"Ray just wasn't interested. What ever happened to Ray anyway?" Princess asked Mrs. Robinson, "I heard that Ray had a thing with Carol and later Joan got with Jerry. I don't get it. They got together as a foursome? Or what?"

"Well not exactly. They got together once - only it was a five-some because they included me."

"That sounds like fun," I said 

"It was, sorta, but actually it was more like ... you know ... therapeutic." 

"Therapeutic?" Said Princess.

"It's a long and complicated story," said Mrs. Robinson. "Ray had to learn how to fuck his wife."

"Learn how to fuck his wife?" I said. "Princess you do have the most interesting friends." 

"As I said. It's a complicated story," said Mrs. Robinson. "You see, Jerry fucked her better than Ray did and he had to teach Ray how to do it."

"Did Ray learn?" I asked. This was getting interesting.

"Yeah," Mrs. Robinson said. "It only took one lesson."

We three erupted in laughter again and the other couples in the club now had no doubt at all about what we were doing. We were telling dirty jokes.

"Anyway, Ray and Joan spent a lot of time together after he learned to fuck her and kinda gave up swinging for a while," said Mrs. Robinson.

"That's a great story," I said. "Lynn's gonna enjoy it."

"Where's your husband?" Mrs. Robinson asked Princess. 

"Saudi Arabia, as usual. And Bobby's wife Lynn is with her mother back East. Would you like to join us tonight for dinner and ... whatever? Bobby's got a great hot tub."

Mrs. Robinson actually looked me over like a piece of meat – at least as much as she could see of me sitting there at the table with my clothes on. I felt as though I were being inspected as a potential breeding animal. Her expression left no doubt about what was on her mind.

"That sounds like a great idea," she said. "And I know a great new restaurant."

Mrs. Robinson was right. It was a great restaurant. When we got back to my place after dinner we went out on the patio and enjoyed some Drambuie. One thing led to another and we went into the house to put on those big white fluffy robes we often wore on the patio before and after the hot tub. I got back first, hung up my robe, and got in the tub. I wanted to see Mrs. Robinson in the buff – she had impressed me a lot at dinner. 

The girls came back, sat their drinks on the side of the tub, hung up their robes, and headed back to the tub buck-naked. I enjoyed the view. They could have been twins except that Princess had a sparse beaver while Mrs. Robinson had a big, lush, curly haired, brunet beaver – the kind that looked good enough to eat. I decided then and there, that I would do exactly that, later in the evening. Both ladies had large breasts with that slight sexy sag of maturity – the kind that turned me on because when the gal got on top to fuck me, her boobs hung down and jiggled right over my face. I could just watch 'em or play with 'em. 

They took their time getting into the tub. They knew exactly what I was looking at. Both had the kind of body that makes guys quiver and girls claim they are twenty pounds overweight. Creamy white breasts and butts protected from the sun, contrasted with the deep bronze tan of their smooth arms and bellies. Both had great legs and both were proud of them – when they stripped in the house and put on robes they had kept on their spike heels simply for that short naked walk to the hot tub from the rack where they hung their robes. Vanity thy name is woman! But when I looked at those long, tan, naked legs in heels I thought, maybe, I was glad they did that.

Of course they giggled. It is a female reflex, I believe, that when two or more girls are naked with a man – they always giggle. We luxuriated in the water and sipped our Drambuie, as Princess and Mrs. Robinson swapped stories and caught up on the news. As they talked it was clear that Mrs. Robinson was looking for a new boyfriend and Princess wanted to help. I listened with amusement as they went through a list of potential guys. Princess had always talked in a totally uninhibited manner in front of me and Mrs. Robinson began to do the same. They were evaluating the most likely possibilities.

"Well, he's good looking and I don't think he's gay," said Princess about one candidate. 

"Are you sure he's not Bi?" Mrs. Robinson asked suspiciously.

"I'm not sure about that."

"Look - Princess, we've been through almost a dozen good looking guys and there's almost nobody left if you eliminate the gay guys and the Bi guys and the cucks. I'm looking for a straight guy but every guy we've talked about is a little bit bent."

"Cucks aren't that bad," said Prncess. "You know what a nice guy Jerry is."

"Jerry is a wonderful guy," said Mrs. Robinson. "Carol and Jerry and I had a fantastic threesome just last week – it was awesome – but Jerry is an exception. Look at your friends Dave and Sandy. Dave has made almost as much money in the oil business as your husband – he's a top executive - but he is a prisoner of his cuck fetish. If Sandy didn't take care of him he'd have been in deep shit by now. I don't want a guy I have to take care of."

Princess turned to me. "Bobby, do you think that's true about Dave? You met him and you and Lynn did a foursome with them. What about guys like him?"

"Dave functions very well as long as Sandy is there with him. I'm not saying that you can't cure a fetish." I gave a warning glance at Princess and she nodded that she understood there was to be no mention of Lynn's fetish.

"In fact," I continued, "I think some can be cured. Lynn and I have been with Dave and Sandy several times and I think Dave is getting better. But, it's not something I'd recommend you to start out with. I think you should find a regular guy."

"Do you know any?" Princess asked, laughing. "They seem to be an endangered species".

"Have you thought about the new club Pro?" I asked.

"Marc's married," said Princess.

"He was married," I said. "He left his old wife when he left his old job."

"How old is he?" Princess asked.

"About 35," I answered.

"I can pass for 35," said Mrs. Robinson."

"I can too," said Princess. "Bobby, do you think we could interest him in Mrs. Robinson?"

"If he could see what I just saw walking naked in spike heels toward this hot tub, I'm sure it would capture his interest. But I don't think he's interested in another marriage," I said.

"I don't want to marry him," Mrs. Robinson protested. "I just want to fuck him."

"Well now. I understand. Would you like to meet him with your clothes on or your clothes off?"

We chuckled. Princess agreed that this was a golden opportunity and after some talk we decided that I would set up a blind date between Marc and Mrs. Robinson, or rather Janice. The story of her nickname would come later. Dinner at a restaurant, then if there were no chemistry it would be a regular date. If there were chemistry he would take her back to her apartment for the appropriate ritual. 

"Now that we've settled that," said Princess, "lets have a little fun. You've had a lot of experience Mrs. Robinson, but you haven't lived until you've had a Bobby-job. You need a Bobby-job before we three hit that big king sized bed."

"If a Bobby-job is what I think it is, I'd love one."

"Just get up on the mat and spread those lovely legs," Princess said. "But you gotta understand, that you will be disappointed in every tongue you meet from now on."

I had to laugh at Princess. She always talked about me that way and it was flattering to be sure but I didn't think I was as good as she claimed and I was always expecting to find some broad who would present a challenge I could not meet. But I had seen that thick hairy beaver – the kind I loved – and I was gonna give it my best shot. Mrs. Robinson was on her back on the mat – those magnificent legs spread wide with her knees high in the air. I climbed up to meet the challenge. 

"But I gotta warn you Bobby," Princess said, "Jerry claim's she's got the second biggest pussy in San Diego."

"Jesus!" I mumbled looking at gaping wet lips. "I'd hate to see the first!" 

I moved between her legs and looked at the biggest pussy I had ever seen, yawning below that magnificent beaver. Her wet inner lips were engorged, hung out of her labia a good two inches, and they gaped wide open. Brown curly hair, almost black, grew down from that beaver in a wide band, surrounding her pussy and spreading out to her inner thighs. When I licked her clit I got that succulent taste and smell of anchovies that I loved. This gal had been thinking about having this big thing serviced all day long and she was wet and ready.

To work. It's all a matter of experience and know-how, I keep reminding myself. I always start with the clit because, for most girls, that's the center of their world. This clit was bigger than my little finger and got rock hard when I tongued it. It was not one of those supersensitive clits where the gal jumps in the air when you touch it. This broad had probably rubbed a big strong vibrator up and down her pussy for years and her clit was ground zero. Then I worked my way down to her widespread, engorged inner lips. They were the biggest pussy lips I had ever seen – or tongued, to be more precise. I worked down one and back up the other to her clit. There was no need to be light tongued because there were no sensitive spots. This bitch had been fucked a lot and fucked hard. 

I was frustrated because almost every gal has a place where she is very sensitive and you can drive her wild with light touches. Usually it's the spot where she touches the tip of her vibrator lightly when she masturbates. Where was her spot? I shoved my tongue into her vagina and worked around the entire opening – then put two fingers in her, searching for a sensitive place. No luck. She was enjoying what I was doing to her – I mean she obviously liked it a lot. Her pussy was dripping wet – I had her juices really flowing. But she was still in control and I wasn't. I had never worked this hard before and failed to take control and have the gal moaning and begging. Well, there had to be something someplace. Look elsewhere. 

I worked my way down south again and I went all the way to that small patch of skin between her asshole and pussy. It's known as "The Cuckold's Chin Rest" because it's where the cuckold rests his chin while performing his husbandly duties, as an impatient lover waits to make a second deposit.

When I got there she jumped. I moved my tongue down to her asshole, tongued it deep, and she jumped again. I went back up to tickle the chin rest and she started squirming her ass trying to avoid my tongue. I grabbed her shapely thighs and squeezed them tight against my head giving me full control of her position. Then I worked my tongue from her pussy down that sensitive piece of skin and tongued her asshole deep. I kept my tongue traveling this rout tickling her rapidly. She couldn't escape my grip although she made frantic hip motions trying to. Then she cried out for the first time.

"Oh God! Oh Please! No! Don't! Please! No!"

I had the bitch now – I was in control. I lightened up my touch. Then I buried my face in that big dripping pussy. I was literally rubbing her clit with my face. I kept my tongue working on that sensitive chin-rest as rapidly as I could, moving from her pussy to her asshole and back. She started to grunt like an animal and hump like a whore. I could let go of her thighs now. And when I did she spread her legs wide, dropped her feet to the floor to get better leverage, and humped my face as hard as she could. She wanted it. 

I had her. She was working with me now for her orgasm and when it came the contractions of that big pussy squirted her juices out onto my face. Her body trembled violently. And she moaned and cried out words I couldn't understand. Her contractions finally eased and she lay still, breathing heavily. My face was resting on that big, loose pussy. I was exhausted. 

Then, I rolled back into the hot tub and immersed my head, washing her juices from my face. Princess had been standing in the tub holding Mrs. Robinson's head, caressing her face, and whispering reassurances. Mrs. Robinson was panting for air and her body was covered with sweat. She was exhausted from her efforts.

Princess was the first to speak. "I told you he was good."

"I didn't think you meant that good." Mrs. Robinson said, breathing heavily. "Nobody can make me come unless I'm stoned or I'm in control and want to. But you're right. He got control. He had me. My ass just took over and did what it wanted – or rather, what he wanted. Jesus that was good!"

Princess turned to me, "What did you think Bobby?"

I had my breath now. "Princess, that was the Mount Everest of pussies. If that's the second biggest pussy in San Diego, I don't ever wanna see the first biggest."

"Oh but you're gonna have to," laughed Princess. "Jerry says his wife has the first biggest and she wants to meet you because I've told Jerry and Carol so much about you."

Is there a mountain higher than Everest? I wondered, silently.



Lynn and Bobby Ch. 10



Chapter 10 Lynn's Fetish 

We had a new pro, Marc, at the club and I had agreed to set up a blind date with him for a friend – a thirty-something blond who had earned the nickname of "Mrs. Robinson" by trying to attract a guy one night at a party in the same way that the gal in the movie tried to attract her daughter's boyfriend. I had met her through another thirty-something blond with the nickname of "Princess" which she had also earned in a similarly unique way. 

My wife and I were in our mid-twenties and we had a beautiful home in San Diego and belonged to a nice country club. Our marriage was sound now, but Lynn had had a brief and very unpleasant affair, and Princess had been quite supportive after it was over. 

I was acquainted with Marc, but I thought I'd check him out before I set him up with Mrs. Robinson so I called a friend of mine at the club in LA where he had been the pro. I got some very interesting information. Marc had been a good pro and they were sorry to lose him. He left because of his divorce – all of which I knew – but what I didn't know was the cause of his divorce, which was a closely guarded secret. My friend was a swinger and it turned out that Marc was an occasional swinger as a single. His wife found out. 

Then my friend said, "The girls were just as sorry to lose him as the golfers were. He was hung like a bull."

Mrs. Robinson will like that, I thought, she needs something that will match what one of our friends called the second biggest pussy in San Diego. 

I stopped by the pro shop, wondering whether to tell Marc I had a friend at his old club. I decided to tell him later. He welcomed me into his office. We had a pleasant chat about course conditions and then, I talked about his social life.

"It must be tough to be recently divorced and in a new town," I said.

He nodded. "Yeah. It get's lonely."

"I have a close friend who is between boyfriends. Are you the sort who likes blind dates?"

He chuckled. "I haven't had much experience with dates – blind or otherwise. Sure if you think we match, I'll take a chance."

I gave him Mrs. Robinson's – that is Janice's – phone number and suggested a good restaurant. 

Later I heard from Mrs. Robinson that he had called and they were going out that night. The next day Princess arrived, uninvited, on my doorstep.

"Aren't you afraid some day you'll just drop in like this and find me in flagrante delicto?"

"If that's Latin for fuckin," said Princess, "I wouldn't be surprised. Mrs. Robinson called to thank me. She and Marc hit it off well last night."

"Is 'hit it off well' English for fuckin?" I asked. 

"It is. They had a wonderful time. They just fit together perfectly," she said. 

Remembering a friend saying she had the second biggest pussy in San Diego and another friend's comment about Marc being hung like a bull, I thought to myself that they probably were a perfect match. 

The next day was a happy one for me. My wife Lynn got back from her mother's house back East and her mother was doing a lot better. It was nice to have her back. I told her all about Mrs. Robinson and about getting her a blind date with Marc. I mentioned that Marc was a swinger at his old club and that Princess and I had done a threesome with Mrs. Robinson. In fact I told her everything except that my friend had said Marc was really hung. 

"We have to have Marc and Mrs. Robinson over," Lynn said. "I only met Marc once at his reception and I've met Janice at several club functions but I don't know her well enough to call her Mrs. Robinson. A new couple should be fun. They'll fit in well with Princess." 

Several days later Marc and Mrs. Robinson came to our house for dinner and after dinner we sat on the patio with drinks. It was then that Janice told the story of how she got her nickname. It got a very big laugh. We passed around a joint and things went well enough to do the hot tub – although there was the tacit understanding in advance that there would be no sex – just friendship with booze and pot. Swingers work these things out easily without much talking.

We got into our robes and transferred our drinks to the low table by the tub. Then we dropped our robes to get in the tub. I had not told Lynn that Marc had a reputation for being well endowed and I watched her eyes as he took off his robe. She did a double take and her eyes got real wide. 

I looked at him and I could understand her reaction. He was big. I mean huge. His cock was as big as Bill's. I remembered how Lynn's fetish for big cocks had caused the trouble with Bill that had threatened our marriage. It had been serious trouble. Her affair had rendered me impotent for almost a year.

We four soaked and drank and talked and laughed in a harmless, sophisticated way for an hour and then we donned our robes and dressed. Being naked is nice even without sex. Marc and Mrs. Robinson thanked us for dinner and left. Lynn and I went back to the patio for another drink. It was obvious she wanted to talk. She got straight to the point.

"Did you see that cock?"

"Yes," I said.

"Remind you of anybody?"

"Yes it did," I said.

"It hit me pretty hard," she said. "It brought back memories."

"More than memories?"

"I'll never lie to you again. I felt it in my pussy." Lynn reached down to her groin when she said it. "My fetish is tormenting me this very instant."

"Can you control it?"

"I can control it. It hurts like hell but I can control it. I hear your voice in my head and that stops it. I can control it. But it keeps coming back. It just keeps hitting me over and over. It's starting to hurt just to know there's another big one right in our club – right in our circle of friends – right where I might get a chance to try it out. And I keep thinking what if we get them with us in a foursome."

"Could you take that?"

"The question is could you take it?"

"I did before."

"Yeah and remember what it did to you! And what about me? If I take it once – can I leave it alone afterwards? I don't want to be trapped like a rat in a cage ever again! Like with Bill!"

"What time is it?" asked Lynn. 

"A little after ten."

"Is Gene still in Saudi?"

"Yeah."

I'm gonna call Princess."

Princess arrived promptly and was very concerned. "What's wrong? How can I help?"

Lynn got right to the point. "Do you know about Marc's cock?"

"Marc is big. As big as ... as ... well ... you know ... as big as Bill was." 

"I saw it tonight soft," said Lynn. "He's as big as Bill and it brought back all the old memories. The pleasure he gave me. The pain he gave me. If this guy's in our group we may end up some night ... well ... with me fuckin him. Can I do that Princess? Can I do that?"

"I don't know. Can you?"

"I might have to – unless we just separate ourselves from all our friends. Look Princess, you're the only one who knows about Bill – not everything but a lot. I need help. Please help me."

"I'll try," she said. "Let's talk about it. Sometimes just talking helps. I'll listen."

Lynn looked over at me. "What are you thinking Bobby?"

"I'm just remembering," I said. "I'm remembering how you were gonna run off with him if I didn't let you fuck him. I'm remembering how he held you close to me – touching me – and brought you to orgasm with his hands and then laughed at me for being so helpless that I couldn't control my own wife. I'm remembering how he looked at me and smirked, as I sat there helpless, while he was fuckin' you. I'm remembering how you were always so eager to fuck him. I'm remembering how you two hurried into the bedroom to fuck and both of you were laughing at me. I'm remembering ... "

"Stop it Bobby! Oh God! Please stop it. I know what we did to you. I know what I did to you. It's in my head just like it's in yours. Please don't remind me of it. Please!"

"I think I'd better go," said Princess. 

"No don't leave," pleaded Lynn. "You're the only one who knows the truth – at least part of the truth. Bill tormented Bobby and laughed at him. I made jokes about him. Bobby became impotent because of Bill and me and I laughed at him because he couldn't get it up. Princess, what kind of wife does that to a husband that she knows loves her?"

Princess shook her head and said softly, "Lynn you were sick. You couldn't help yourself. You said that Bobby helped you get well. You got over your fetish. You told me that now the thought of a big dick gives you nausea. How did you get over it?" What did he do?" 

"He talked about the alcoholic who quit drinking when he started to see a destroyed marriage instead of whisky in the bottle. Bobby said I should learn to see something else – something so ugly it would drive out the thought of that big cock. He said, when you see your fetish, remember the truth about me."

"What did he mean remember the truth about him?" Princess asked with a puzzled look. 

Lynn closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She looked over at me, about to get tears in her eyes, then, she looked back at Princess. 

"God, this is hard. It still hurts – it hurts worse than anything I have ever felt. I hear his voice saying it every time I fantasize about a big cock. I hear Bobby's voice in my head – exactly as he said it. And when I hear what Bobby said, my fantasy just goes away." 

"I asked Bobby what he meant and he said the one thing that cured me. The only thing he ever said to me about all the ugly bad things I had done to him. It hurt so bad that it cured me."

"What did he say?"

"He said ... he said ... 'You castrated me the first time I watched you fuck Bill. I have not had an erection since that first night almost a year ago. And you laughed at me when I tried.' Then he walked out. It was true. It was all true. It was the only time he told me something I deserved to hear. He could have said so much more."

Princess just looked at her, then at me. Then she put her hand on Lynn's shoulder and said, "He used his own illness to help you get better. My God! If that didn't do it, nothing would."

"It was the first time I really saw myself as the bitch my fantasy had made me into. It was the first time I realized how much he had done for me, and the price he had paid to help me. When he walked out, I thought he had left me. And I thought nobody could blame him for leaving. But he came back and I told him what a bitch I'd been. And, he was so kind. He kept saying, 'Its over now baby'. Then he said something that scared the shit out of me. When he said it I knew he was getting ready to leave me. He was getting ready to make another sacrifice for me."

"What did he say?"

"He said it like he was apologizing – like it was his fault, not mine - and like he was explaining why he had to leave me. Like I would be better off without him. He said, 'I can't give you pleasure any more.' And the way he said it, all I could think about was that he was going to leave me because he was impotent, so I could start a new life without him."

Princess looked over at me, a tender look in her eyes. "I'd a wrapped myself around his feet and begged. God, I wudda begged. What did you say? What the hell did you do?"

"I got mad! Mad as hell! Mad at him. Mad at me. And scared. After a year of the worst torment any man ever endured, he was entitled to a little help from his wife, who hadn't been much of a wife to him for a year. He'd sacrificed so much for me, and he was sitting there thinking he was just gonna go on sacrificing for me. That had to stop. I had to stand up and stop feeling sorry for myself and take over. I was the bitch who caused it, and I had to fix it. I didn't deserve to keep him, but I had to fix it. I had to be strong for him, so I just took over. God love him, he let me."

"What did you do?"

"He needed to get away from me. When he was with me he was thinking about Bill and me all the time – about how I just couldn't stop chasing that big dick. He needed to get away from me. He couldn't fuck me. Every time he even thought about fuckin' me ... Well, Princess, if you were a man and I'd done to you what I did to him, do you think you could get it up."

"Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask, honey," said Princess. "If I was a man, I'd a dumped your slutty ass a couple of days into that whole damn thing. If I'd been a man and stayed with you, I wouldn't have wanted to get it up with a bitch like you, but if I'd wanted to I don't think I could have." 

"So what'd you do?" Princess continued. "He couldn't fuck you after what happened, but he could ... Oh Shit ... Oh shit baby. Oh baby, I know what you did. Damn! I wish I'd known you then. Oh baby! To take this guy for a couple of weeks, all to myself, night after night, and teach him to fuck again. And doin' you a favor, to boot! And you havin' to say to me, thank you Princess for fuckin' my husband. Oh shit! Tell me baby - what lucky girl got him?"

"Well, I thought it was safer to use several lucky girls, not just one, so I sent him to Vegas and I told him that he could fuck any horny bitch who'd spread her legs for him. And take as long as he needed. I would wait for him. He learned to fuck again. He didn't have to come back to me, but he did. And he fucked me." 

"So that's what happened," said Princess. "I always wondered. He can still fuck any horny bitch who'll spread her legs for him?"

Lynn nodded. "Be honest Princess. What do I owe this guy?"

Princess smiled. "You owe him your life. You'd be the town slut without his strength and love. Your fetish would have you running around looking for another big dick like Bill's. That's why you put no restrictions on him. You're right, honey, he's his own man now. You're lucky he keeps you around." Princess laughed.

"I keep her around because I love her," I said. 

"And she ought to know it. No woman would dare ask for more proof than you've already given her," said Princess.

Princess thought for a moment. "This has helped. You both knew you'd have to deal with this some time. If it's okay with Bobby, maybe you should deal with it now. From what I've heard, Marc's not like Bill. He won't exploit you. Bobby, can you handle it?" 

"I handled it for the better part of a year. I can handle it now. Besides, it's time to answer a simple question about Lynn. Does she love me enough to do what our crowd does and keep control of her fetish?"

After that decision was made nothing happened for weeks. We went to parties with Marc and Mrs. Robinson and Princess and Gene after he got back from Saudi and we had fun. Jerry and Carol came to a couple of parties and we went to their house. We all knew we were swingers, except for Gene, but we were discrete and not compulsive.

One night Mrs. Robinson and Marc came over to our place for dinner. Unspoken signals seemed to pass between us and after dinner we decided to put on robes and do the hot tub. Lynn and I exchanged glances and it was as though our minds were linked. Her eyes seemed to say to me, "He's gonna shove that big thing into me. Hang in there baby."

As we moved around the hot tub Mrs. Robinson seemed to gravitate toward me and Marc toward Lynn. An exchange became inevitable when Marc took Lynn gently in his arms and kissed her then fondled her breasts. Mrs. Robinson reached under the water and played with my balls. I got out of the tub and helped Mrs. Robinson out. We lay down on the mat leaving space for Marc and Lynn to lay beside us. They got out of the tub and joined us.

Mrs. Robinson sucked my cock to get me ready, then, she spread her legs and guided me into her. I began to fuck her with a slow steady rhythm. I'd fucked her before and knew she liked it rough so I whispered in her ear, asking if this was okay. She said yes. She had talked to Princess and was aware that there might be a problem with Lynn. She knew I would be watching carefully.

Marc was slow and careful with Lynn, but she was very eager. The first thing she did was grab his cock and start licking it. She fondled it lovingly like it was a treasure. When she grasped it with two hands it was so thick that her thumbs did not meet her fingers and there was a lot of cock left over above her hands. It had to be ten inches. Her eyes were glazed over and I could see she was very much aroused. She was feeling the grass – but it was more than that – it was that huge cock, which had been her fantasy since she was a horny high school girl playing with her pussy in bed. This was her fetish cock that had been a dream and now it was real again and in her hands like Bill's once was.

She stroked and kissed it and lovingly caressed his balls. Marc had big, heavy balls and when Lynn lifted them in both her hands as though testing their weight I remembered her doing exactly the same thing with Bill's balls the first time I watched him fuck her. Marc reached out, putting his hand on the back of her head and pulled her down to suck his cock. She was impatient to gobble it but it was so big that only that huge purple head would fit in her mouth. I remembered her sucking Bill's cock on the edge of this very hot tub and Bill looking over at me, smirking.

Marc rolled her over on her back and she was quick to spread her legs for him. She spread 'em wide, knees high in the air and her feet in the air. I thought how those feet would be bouncing up and down rhythmically in a few moments as she humped that big dick. He was very gentle as he entered her but she impatiently grabbed his hips and pulled him in deep. She's feeling something she hasn't felt since Bill – a long thick cock hitting the top of her pussy, pushing hard on her cervix. 

Marc started fucking her gently but she started humping him vigorously and cried out, "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

He sensed how horny she was and began pounding her pussy harder - his big testicles were slapping her ass, with every thrust. Her back was arched - her head thrown back - her face, a mask of pleasure and lust - her eyes were clinched tight. She was pumping her ass, just like she had done with Bill. This is the way I remember them together on this same mat by this same hot tub.

And then she started to grunt, just like with Bill, grunting like an animal, each time that massive organ plunged deep inside her. Those animal-sounds grew louder and matched his rhythm, as he fucked her -- hard -- brutally hard the way she had begged him to. In a few moments they were both covered with sweat - it dripped off of them as their bodies, pounded, wetly, together, in rhythm with her animal grunts. I watched them fuck steadily like that for only a couple of minutes. Then, she started to groan. 

"Oh-my-God!" She screamed, "I'm gonna come. Oh-my-God! Harder! Fuck-me-harder! Fuck-me! Fuck-me!" 

Her ass was pumping up at him, fast and hard, and he was pounding down on her, even harder. She took a deep breath and held it, and at last, those foreign, animal sounds stopped, and her whole body started to tremble. It seemed like her orgasm lasted forever, her back arched, her head tilted back, her eyes clenched tight, holding her breath, her arms clutching Marc, her whole body trembling, as the contractions of her pussy squeezed that big thick cock and her hips pumped out of control. 

My God I thought. That was fast! I had never seen her come so fast! She had to be horny as hell. Marc just kept pumping her and her feet kept bouncing up and down in the air. Her back was arched up so that her jiggling tits almost reached his chest. Her eyes were still clinched tight. Her mouth was open. She was gasping for air. She was fuckin him harder than he was fuckin her and it looked like she was moving her ass to get his cock as deep as possible – she was hungry for it. 

Then she dropped her feet to the mat to get better leverage and lifted her hips higher to take him as deep as she could. Lynn seemed not to rest at all after her first orgasm. She kept pumping her ass passionately. It seemed only a couple of minutes before she began that animal grunting and had a second orgasm – as violent as the first. She kept screaming and begging him to fuck her harder and when her body finally stopped trembling from her orgasm, she immediately began pumping her hips hard again, with her feet on the floor for leverage to get her ass higher. 




Lynn and Bobby Ch. 10



Her body was still trembling from her second orgasm when Mrs. Robinson pulled my head down and whispered in my ear. 

"Is Lynn usually multi-orgasmic like that?"

"Never," I said. 

"Jerry fucked Joan and made her multi-orgasmic. That's what he taught Ray to do. Most girls can't come that way, but sometimes with some guys they can. You have to give them exactly what they need to do that."

I whispered back, "Lynn has never come this way before but I think she's got exactly what she needs. She's got that big cock that has always been her fantasy."

Jesus, I thought – We're supposed to be fucking, not analyzing my wife, but both of us were so mesmerized by Lynn's reaction to Marc's cock that we were watching more than fucking.

In another two or three minutes Lynn started that animal grunting again, pumping her hips madly and had a third orgasm, screaming as passionately as with the first two. How the hell much longer can this go on? I asked myself. Marc was as strong as a bull, but how can any man keep up a pace like this? Finally he started grunting and increased the speed of his stroke. It seemed impossible that he could pound that pussy harder but somehow he did it and I knew he was pumping his load. 

She took it hungrily, eagerly, willingly, her arms grasping him around his back, and pulling him strongly to her breasts and as she held him close I could see her body tremble in her fourth orgasm, although she didn't scream like she did with the first three. At last, they collapsed together and lay panting, exhausted, spent. Sweat was dripping from their bodies and his big cock was finally getting soft as a massive load of cum dripped out of her pussy onto the mat. It was primitive, uncontrolled, raw sex! Pure carnal pleasure. 

Mrs. Robinson whispered, "Oh my God! I've seen a lot, but I've never seen anything like that."

Then she reached down and took hold of my cock. It was soft and floppy. 

She whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, baby, we can fake it."

And we did. She chuckled but to her credit she gave a convincing imitation of an orgasm and I pretended to ejaculate right afterward. 

The four of us rested for a full five minutes embracing as couples, then Marc kissed Lynn tenderly and moved around us to take Mrs. Robinson in his arms. I rolled over and embraced Lynn's sweating body and held her close. When I kissed her, she kissed me back, weakly. We held each other close for several minutes, then I saw Mrs. Robinson sucking Marc's cock and shortly after that he was pounding her hard and rough like she always wanted it. At least she'll get one orgasm tonight I thought.

Lynn took my cock in her hand and stroked it, then put it in her mouth and sucked on it, but I didn't get hard. I felt a grip of fear in my gut. Lynn kept sucking me faster and playing with my balls almost in desperation. I remained soft and floppy. She curled her body around my groin to conceal my impotence and, sobbing, she went through the motions of a blowjob. After a few minutes I groaned and faked an orgasm.

Lynn raised up swallowing, "Wow! You're fast tonight honey!"

Marc and Mrs. Robinson had their orgasms and we all got in the hot tub for a while to wash off the sweat. As we were putting our robes back on, Lynn whispered something into Mrs. Robinson's ear. They held a brief whispered conversation. Mrs. Robinson looked at me and hesitated, then turned back to Lynn and whispered in her ear. Marc and Mrs. Robinson dressed and thanked us for a wonderful evening and headed home.

Lynn and I sat on the patio in our robes after they left. We didn't speak for a while. Then Lynn broke the silence.

"It's happening again. Mrs. Robinson said you lost your erection and didn't come."

"I was too busy watching you, to fuck her properly," I said.

"You didn't get a hard on when I sucked your dick. You couldn't fuck me."

"Lets talk about you first," I said.

"Only if you promise to talk about you, second, and tell me why you lost it."

"I promise."

"Okay. First, you know I'll never lie to you. Ever again! I owe you my life and I love you. You're not gonna like this. It's gonna hurt. But it's true. 

"It was a fantastic fuck! I came four times. No one has ever done that to me before, not even Bill. And yes, I had fantasies about Bill fucking me on this same patio with you watching and fantasies about Bill fucking me in bed with you outside listening to us. And those fantasies turned me on big time and made Marc's fuck even better. And when I thought about Bill's cock I did not hear your voice or get nauseated."

"And I had no memories at all about how badly I had hurt you or how you had suffered when I called you to bed after Bill left. It was all about me and my pleasure and no thought of you at all. It was selfish just like with Bill. And when he pulled that big cock out of me I wanted to fuck him again. And when he left me to go back to Mrs. Robinson I wanted to reach my arms out and call him back. Bottom line - it was the second best fuck of my life. Okay, that brings us up to the point where you took me in your arms. Now it's your turn."

"Wow," I said, trying to understand what she had just told me. "Well for starters I got it up but I lost it and didn't come. I didn't feel the pain and jealousy in my gut that I felt watching you fuck Bill. I remembered you fuckin Bill but it didn't cause the same pain. For me it was more like a test. I wanted to find out if you would react the same way you reacted to Bill. And you did. Then I started asking myself if you could do this and not lose your soul like you did with Bill. I kept telling myself you would be all right – not get addicted like before. 

"But, Lynn, as I watched you fuck him and have those big orgasms - I started to get doubts. And I got kinda scared. No! Not kinda scared – really scared! That's when Mrs. Robinson reached down and found my cock soft and floppy. I saw you have fun just like you had with Bill, but somehow it didn't hurt me like it did with Bill. I don't understand that but I was actually glad that you enjoyed it even though I was scared you'd get hooked again. That's me up till I embraced you. Now it's your turn."

"I got scared too when you couldn't get it up. That's the one thing I was so afraid of. That's why I asked Mrs. Robinson right away and she told me. I'm still scared about that. I'm gonna call Princess first thing tomorrow to come over here and fuck you. If my lust for a big dick has hurt you again, I'm never gonna forgive myself and I'll never swing again. I swear, baby, I'm not hooked. I've got none of those feelings I had about Bill. Yes I do want to fuck Marc again but I don't need to fuck him again. It's different this time. Now you."

"What did you mean the 'second best fuck' of your life?"

"You don't remember?"

"Well it's kinda hard to talk about because ... because ... because ..."

Lynn completed the sentence, "Because Bill taught me to have those big orgasms? I have those same big orgasms with you now."

"Yeah. I never gave you those before Bill. I ... I didn't even know you could do that. Then when I saw Bill give you those big orgasms it made me feel ... made me feel ... you know. So after I got well ... "

Lynn interrupted sharply, "After we both got well! I was sicker than you were and you got me well! I couldn't help you at all. Somebody else had to help you! I'll never forget that!"

"Okay. After we both got well, one night I gave you that big orgasm – the same as you had with Bill."

"No. It was not the same as I had with Bill. With Bill I had an orgasm with lust – with you I had an orgasm with love. And that was the best fuck I ever had in my life and you've been fuckin me that way ever since. Marc was fun but I love you!" 

Then she held my face in both her hands. "But I gotta find out if I hurt you again. Princess is coming over here tomorrow. If I hurt you, I'll never swing again." 



Lynn and Bobby Ch. 11



Have you ever been impotent? I don't mean just not able to get it up when you've been drinking or smoking pot. I mean can't get it up at all -- anytime -- for almost a year? You think that's bad? Well, add one more thing. Your wife laughs at your floppy dick when you try to get a hard on. Have I got your attention yet? Well it really happened to me a couple of years ago. I got over it, but now it might be happening again and I'm scared as hell. My wife Lynn called her best friend Princess last night when it happened and she's coming over this morning to help.

I'd married Lynn several years ago, fresh out of college. We settled in San Diego. Our marriage had been sound until Lynn had a brief and very unpleasant affair. That's when I got impotent. It lasted almost a year. I finally got over it and our marriage got back to normal somehow. Lynn's friend, Princess was very supportive. Princess is a lovely thirty-something blond with a fabulous figure. She's the trophy wife of a wealthy oil engineer, thirty years her senior. When her husband, Gene, is out of town she joins Lynn and me for an enjoyable threesome. It's a very complicated story, but with a little time you'll figure it out.

It was 10 AM when Princess arrived to help. 

"Okay, tell me what happened."

Lynn and I looked at each other waiting for one of us to speak. "You tell her about it," I said.

We sat down in the living room and Lynn began. "You know about the foursome we planned for last night?"

Princess nodded. 

"Well," Lynn continued, "Marc and Mrs. Robinson and Bobby and me got in the hot tub after some grass and a couple of drinks. Marc starts to kiss me and we get out of the tub and on the mat next to Bobby and Mrs. Robinson. Bobby starts to fuck Mrs. Robinson -- he got it up and in okay. Then Marc starts to fuck me."

I interrupted. "Tell her how."

Lynn dropped her head looking at her lap. "Yeah, that's important." 

Still staring at her lap she said, "I begged him to fuck me hard. That was the way Bill always fucked me. And well, ... I had an orgasm and ... "

I interrupted again. "Tell her what kind."

"Yeah," Lynn said still looking at her lap. "It was a big one -- like I used to have with Bill. So Marc kept on fucking me and when he finished ... "

I interrupted once more. "Tell her how many orgasms you had."

Lynn kept staring at her lap.

Princess turned to me. "You'd better tell it."

"Okay, but I'm as scared as she is," I said. "Marc had a cock as big as Bill's and when Lynn fondled it she just went crazy over it. When Marc started to fuck her he was very gentle but Lynn begged him to fuck her hard. She kept yelling 'Fuck me harder' the whole time. She had a big orgasm two minutes after they started fucking, a second orgasm after another two or three minutes and a third several minutes after that. The whole time she was begging him to fuck her harder and lifting up her ass to get the deepest penetration of that ten-inch cock. She had her fourth orgasm just as he pumped his load."

Princess was aghast. "Oh my God! What about you?"

"I had a hard on when I started fucking Mrs. Robinson, but I lost it about the time I saw Lynn put her feet on the floor to get better leverage so she could pump her ass higher and get Marc's cock in deeper. I watched them till he was finished with her and then we switched partners and Lynn tried to get me hard. She couldn't and both of us got scared." 

Lynn said, "After they left, Bobby and I talked and I told him we needed you to come over and see if you could get him up."

Princess threw her head back, laughing, and shook her lovely blond hair. "It's ten o'clock in the morning honey! It's way too early to fuck!"

"Don't laugh! I gotta find out if I did it to him again! His dick is floppy just like before." 

Lynn was almost frantic. She was remembering my impotence that developed during her affair with Bill. Last night after we went to bed we had tried again and I was impotent and she became almost hysterical with the fear she had done that to me again. She had a fetish for big cocks -- which is what drove her need for Bill. We both thought she'd beat it -- could control it. But, Marc had a cock as big as Bill's and she'd gone wild over it last night.

"Calm down honey." Princess said. "If I can't get him up now it might make things worse later. I'm not a magician you know. Why don't we try tomorrow evening - a couple of drinks, soft music, and grass? Gene is leaving town tomorrow and I can stay all night."

Lynn got angry and began shouting. "You're not trying to seduce some dumb broad. You're trying to fuck a stud. Studs don't care what time it is and they don't hear soft music. I gotta know damn it -- I gotta know now. Did I do it to him again! This is driving me crazy!"

Princess chuckled shaking her head. "Okay. Calm down. You go shopping and I'll ... "

Lynn interrupted loudly, "I'm not going shopping! What the hell would I buy? I'm scared shitless that I did it to him again. The first time it lasted almost a year and it was my fault. If I did it last night I'll never swing again! Please Princess. Please. Help me." 

"Okay, okay, calm down Lynn," Princess said. "Bobby go in the bedroom, strip down, and get in bed. Lynn if this works you're gonna owe me, big time."

"Anything you ask for. I'll give you anything you ask for," said Lynn. "Please help me." 

Princess came into the room and closed the door. I was laying under a sheet in bed, which hadn't even been made up yet. She sat down on the side of the bed. 

"What were you thinking when you watched her fuck him?"

"I was afraid she'd get hooked again, like with Bill. You remember what Bill told you about how she had to have him. Lynn said it was like he had her in a cage. I was scared it might happen again."

"Is she hooked again?"

"No, I don't think so," I said. "She's got none of those feelings she had with Bill."

"Were you jealous when you watched her fuck him?"

"You know Princess, that's the strangest part of all. I was afraid I might be but I wasn't. I was even glad she was having a good time. She did the same things she had done with Bill but I felt no jealousy at all. When she fucked Bill my jealousy just drove me crazy. He was ugly and she couldn't leave him alone. But with Marc my only emotion was fear that she would get hooked again. And that fear got worse the more fun she had. That's when my dick got soft."

"You wanna fuck me?" Said Princess.

"Not especially," I said. "I'm kinda upset now. No offence intended."

"None taken, But we gotta fuck to make your wife happy. She promised me anything I wanted if I fucked you. And I already know what my anything is." 

Princess started laughing. "Wanna know what my anything is?"

What the hell was in this horny broad's head I wondered. "Yeah, tell me," I said with a chuckle.

"Gene's heading out tomorrow for Saudi. He's gonna be gone a week. I'm gonna tell Lynn that you gotta move in with me for a week, just to make sure that damn thing's still working right."

As she said it she reached over and squeezed my pecker. It felt good. I laughed.

"Lynn will be pissed if I move in with you."

"I know she will, but she said I could have anything I wanted and I want you for a week." 

She was taking her clothes off as she said it. She undressed slowly. She gave me views of those wonderful, big, creamy white breasts, with that sexy sag of maturity she knew I liked. I looked at the lovely white triangles on her ass and the rich bronze tan of her belly and legs. She left her shoes on till last and did a little turn to show off her legs when she was naked. She had really great legs. My dick noticed.

Princess laid down next to me snuggling her warm soft body close. "You remember the first time you fucked me?"

"I remember. You faked your orgasm."

We both laughed.

"That's because the guys I'd been fuckin from the club expected porn queen orgasms."

"You remember telling Lynn about my blowjobs?" Princess asked.

"I do and she was pissed that I liked the way you sucked me off. I told her you didn't give head -- it was more like you gave tongue."

Princess laughed again. "Lynn and I talked about that. She said you kidded her about practicing on a bratwurst so she could learn to give BJs as good as me."

"Yeah, Princess I remember. Those were great times."

"You remember the first time you made me come?"

"I sure as hell do! I worked my ass off trying to understand how you liked to get fucked. That was not easy to do."

"Well that was my fault, you know," she said. "I'd been faking it so much with those guys at the club that it was hard to fuck lovingly. But when you fucked me so gentle you had me hooked. God you were good!"

"So were you Princess."

"Remember what Lynn said when I told her I knew how she liked to fuck?" Princess asked. 

"Yeah. That was funny. She asked if I had told you how and when you said no, she couldn't figure out how you knew," I said laughing.

"Remember you told her you were fucking me and thinking about her and she got pissed?" Princess asked. 

She had me laughing now. Then Princess imitated my voice. "Would you rather I was fucking you and thinking about her?"

We both laughed together and I felt Princess stroking my cock. I was getting hard. She spread those lovely legs, pulled me between them, and slipped my cock into a very wet pussy.

"You know how I like it baby. Do me gentle like you always do to bring me off."

I did her gentle. We had fucked so much and in so many different ways that I knew exactly what she wanted when she said 'Do me gentle.' She had fucked a lot of guys at the club and they were very rough with her and she never had an orgasm with them. When Lynn and I developed our threesome with Princess, she quit fucking the club guys and I fucked her regularly. Usually she came to our house and had a threesome with Lynn and me. When Lynn was at her mother's she would stay with me if Gene were out of town, which he often was.

I fucked her now like I always did and she started those soft "Princess pumps" and after several minutes she had her usual gentle orgasm, almost silently. Then I started to think of Lynn, remembering her animal grunting and I fucked Princess hard the way Lynn liked it. After I pumped my load we lay there caressing each other for several minutes.

"Pussy says thank you. She always likes to grab on to that thing of yours. She never remembers your name but she always remembers your dick." 

Princess was the only woman I had ever met who held conversations with her pussy. When she told me that, I remember thinking that I never had conversations with my dick because he had a one-track mind.

"Do you want to tell Lynn now," I asked.

"I do not. I want to rest and talk and play around for a few minutes and then get on top and fuck you so you can play with my tits. It's been a month since we fucked like that and I'm horny. Let Lynn wait a little bit. She'll appreciate you more."

When Princess crawled on top of me I was relaxed and horny. I guess my visual experiences of the night before had built up a load, that I hadn't unloaded yet. It was a relaxed and enjoyable fuck and there is nothing to compare to her big tits swinging right over my face where I could play or look or both.

Laying there resting I looked at my watch. Jesus! We'd been in here over an hour. Lynn must be frantic. We got up and I put on a robe and handed one of Lynn's to Princess. I opened the door and we went into the living room and sat down on the couch. 

Lynn was sitting in the chair. Her eyes were red. She had been crying. She had no make up on and she was scared. She looked at us anxiously, like she was afraid to ask the question she had been worrying about.

Princess smiled at her. "You said I could have anything I wanted, I believe?"

"He's okay?" Lynn almost shouted and jumped out of her chair and ran over and kissed me and sat on my lap. 

"Yeah, we had that thing working after about ten minutes. And it worked perfectly. But I thought I had better test it again to be sure it worked in different positions, so we rested and had a nice slow fuck with me on top. His dick worked well in both positions."

Lynn jumped up out of my lap and confronted Princess. "You fucked him twice and played around in between - with me out here scared and waiting and worrying?"

"Honey, I've told you over and over that your husband is the best fuck I know. I wanted to enjoy him while I had the chance. I ain't been fucked in over three weeks. Aren't you gonna say 'Thank you Princess for fuckin my husband.'" 

"You horny bitch!" Lynn screamed.

"That's exactly what I was an hour ago! But Bobby just took care of that. Aren't you grateful?"

Lynn sputtered. "Well yes ... thank you ... but you could have told me sooner."

Princess pursed her lips in thought. "Now, let's see. I think you said 'anything' - you'd do anything if I got him fucking again?"

"Well ... yes ... I guess I said that ... but ... what do you want?"

"You agree?"

"Of course I agree. Anything you want."

Princess nodded. "Gene's headed for Saudi tomorrow and will be gone for a week. I want Bobby to move over to my place while Gene's gone to keep me company."

I thought Lynn was going to have a stroke. "You want my husband for a week?"

"Could be a couple days longer if Gene gets delayed," Princess said.

Lynn was still sputtering. "Delayed? What the hell! You mean I have to go over to your house to see my own husband?"

"You can see him any time you want to, honey. Just call first -- we might be fuckin."

Lynn screamed, "You might be fucking?"

"Well of course we might be fucking. What do you think I want him for - checkers?"

Lynn walked back to her chair and sat down. "Princess, you and I are the very best of friends. I am very grateful to you for what you have done. There is no way I can possibly repay you and ... "

Princess interrupted her. "Of course there is a way to repay me, honey. Lend me your husband for a week."

Lynn sat there thinking for a moment. Then she burst out in hysterical laughter. "No one will ever believe this. But then, no one would believe half the things we've done. You're a horny bitch Princess -- but I made a promise and I'll keep it. You can have my husband for a week. And I'll call before I stop by, in case you're fucking him. But I do get to fuck him don't I?"

"Of course you can fuck him, honey, as long as he's not servicing me."

I walked over and picked Lynn up in my arms. "You know the way out Princess. I'll get my things together and be at your place tomorrow afternoon and start paying off Lynn's debt -- and mine. Thank you. Thank you very much. You are a friend. But right now I'm gonna take my wife to bed."

We made love - special love - soft and intimate and quiet. We held each other close in silence and then we talked about the night before.

"The only thing you worried about was me getting hooked again?"

"That's right."

"And you didn't feel the pain you felt with Bill?"

"None at all."

"And you enjoyed watching me have all that fun?"

"Yeah. You did have fun didn't you?"

"Oh Bobby did I have fun! It was a fantastic fuck -- I enjoyed it so damn much! And I would like to enjoy it again -- it was a very special fuck for me. But if you can love me knowing that's the truth, then I can live without it. If you ever want to let me have it again, I'll love you for it -- if not, I'll still love you, just as much. I want it but I don't need it. I need you more."

She held my head in her hands. "Bobby, I fucked my fetish cock once and didn't give you a choice. Now you have a choice. You know what that big cock does to me. I still have that damn fetish but I can control it now, and any time you give me permission I can let that damn tigress out of her cage -- but she's the one in the cage now -- not me."