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Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 01

By: NonStopFunGuy



The burly, naked married man resting on my usual spot on my bed had a slight snarl to his tone, as he wiped sweat and juices off of his mouth and chin. "Man, I don't get it," he caustically chastised me, not really looking in my direction where I sat in a chair beside my bed, "if I had a wife as fucking hot as yours, I wouldn't let her get fucked by other men -- I mean, if she says she loves you . . . . ." His husky, tired voice dropped off, as if the point was self-evident.

I'd been accused of a lot worse by the hung men whom I watched fuck my 29-year old Asian slutwife, so Pete's words didn't faze me. Instead, with the sex at a brief interlude, I was just breathing softly, shifting in the chair so my legs didn't fall asleep. My erection still ached inside my slacks and underwear; I could feel my briefs were soiled from the precum I'd been leaking for over an hour -- almost 90 minutes, maybe -- while watching Kitty and Pete getting friendly on the bed, making out, stripping, then going through the entire list of oral sex and penetration in multiple positions.

With his broad back pressing against a pillow -- my pillow at night, to be exact -- and slightly elevating his torso, Pete's face was pressed straight up by the headboard. The wisps of black-and-gray hairs on his 40-something chest were beaded with perspiration, and below, his semi-rigid erection glistened from fucking my wife's tight pussy. He had been slightly reticent about fucking Kitty in front of me, which has been the case with other men we brought home for her entertainment. But it didn't take long of Kitty screaming at the top of her lungs -- "uuugh fuuuck me!!!" -- to convince him, it was worth it for me to watch because he got to screw my slut's awesome little body. So now, relaxing as we waited for Kitty to rejoin us, he wasn't moving to cover or shield his awesome penis from me. I tried not to make him uncomfortable by staring at it, but I took a couple of quick glances at his meaty semi-rigid shaft as it lay patiently between his fleshy thighs. That beast really gave Kitty an awesome fuck, and I sensed (and hoped) it wasn't done for the night.

But Pete's contempt for me was palpable -- and you'd think, after fucking my wife in front of me, he'd be a bit more charitable. He glanced towards my direction, shaking his head contemptuously, and gave himself an explanation for the situation that made sense to his little brain. "So what is it," the proud construction worker asked me scornfully, "does your wife likes fuckin' other men better than you, and you like watching -- you some kind of fag, is that it?" He snickered to himself. "How'd you get her to marry you?"

Now normally, I don't really consider myself a friend of the men whom Kitty fucks, but I certainly don't see myself as their enemy. Pete, here, though, was getting pretty close to the line. He's one of those old-school, old-world guys who thinks of a woman as a conquest, and when you are married to a woman, she has to love you and only you, because if she doesn't, it's a negative comment on your manhood. A man pleases a woman, and a real man pleases multiple women, but not vice versa. I understand that's his world view; I just don't subscribe to it. But for him to be in my face? While naked in my bed? I didn't want to cut Kitty's evening short, but I was moments away from tossing the creep out of our house.

"Well," I softly offered with a drawl, trying to pick my words carefully, "it's -- complicated, of course, but I think Kitty and I have a pretty unique relationship, which really works for both of us." Then I added probably the most important point, "I just know, I love her, and she loves me."

"Hmph!" The arrogant, self-deluded hunk with a dick that was much larger than his brain rejected my explanation out of hand. "You know, if your woman loves you, then she loves YOU -- not other guys." He laughed to himself at a thought, but it was meant as another dig at me. "That's what fuckin' love is. But I guess you don't get any of that." He wasn't even looking at me, the prick. "Hell, I guess you don't 'get any' at all, I bet, 'cept maybe a gay's asshole, am I right?"

You know, he wasn't, he was dead wrong. He had no fucking clue about Kitty and me. Shit, I could have told him the truth -- that just the morning the day before, Kitty introduced me to a blonde, 20 year old college girl, who spread her legs for me and let me fuck her several times over and over, while Kitty was there fucking both of us too. Not to mention the hot sex Kitty and I have regularly. What did this stupid, self-deluded, small-brained little neutrino know anyway?

But any further discussion was thankfully intercepted by the noise of the faucet cutting off in the master bathroom. Both Pete and I looked up a few moments later as my petite, nude wide softly strutted back into the room. She was definitely walking "funny," not entirely putting her knees together. Her jet-black hair, normally halfway down her slender back when brushed straight, was kinked and matted from being twisted and yanked so much by her rough new friend. Her sexy A-cup breasts still sported those long, rock-hard brown nipples, and below, her shaved bald pink kitty was damp with juices just like Pete's penis was.

About the only thing different with my Chinese-American wife was her face, which she'd just washed clean. Gone were the streaks of mascara, eyeliner and other makeup, which had really created a mess by the end of her fucking. Pete had been slamming his rigid erection on her face during a rough blowjob, and then each time he pulled his prick out of her throat, she got more mucus spread over her lips and chin. Then with her crying -- yes, literally, tears of pain and joy while screwing Pete's extremely thick and hefty erection -- she'd made a fucking mess of her face.

Kitty was laughing about it, as she rejoined us in the master bedroom. "Sorry," she apologized to both of us, immediately heading for the bed and jumping onto it on her knees, then crawling back towards Pete. "I just had to clean up, I felt like I was melting."

My beautiful wife of about a year winked in my direction, not really making eye contact, before she rolled onto her back next to Pete, on my chair's side of the bed. She looked so incredibly petite next to him, her 95-pound body unquestionably less than half his weight, and he had at least twelve inches height on her that somehow looked even more when both were lying on the bed together. As she nestled into his long strong arm that wrapped behind her small slender shoulder, I saw her hand with her wedding ring reach down to softly grasp the shaft of Pete's wonderful dick.

"Oooh there's that cock again," she admired of the oversized, fat shaft starting to pulse back to its full size in her hand, "it's only been five minutes and I've missed it so much." Barely having come to rest against him, she was already sliding down the bed, on her tummy, moving between his legs. "Mmm, Pete, you're so fuckin' hot, you get me so wet!" Looking up past his hairy chest at his big eyes, she started massaging his shaft with both of her small hands, while her little tongue licked circles around the rim. "Mmm, gonna get it big and hard again for me, honey?"

Despite having had two orgasms already, that massive cock was twitching back to its fully-erect size in her hands, against her tongue. Panting, staring down at her face and, past it, her naked little ass, Pete was thoroughly interest in another round -- or more -- with my slutty wife. "Ooh yeah, baby," he muttered, his eyes very briefly glancing at me but then staring back down at my wife's face. "Why, you got plans for my big cock?"

"Mmm, do I!" Kitty reached her small arm up to his very broad shoulder, pulling his face and torso down over hers. "I want some more of your hot cock in my tight Asian pussy, baby -- don't you want some more of your little slut?" Her smile disappeared as his lips surrounded the bulbous round head of his cock, and with me watching in motionless silence, Kitty began sucking his penis while feeling it pulsate heat in her mouth. She, too, noticed me staring from my seat at the side of the bed, and she smiled at me with a wink before looking against at this evening's boyfriend. "Get it all hard, Pete -- my husband knows I'm your little slut for tonight, not his -- show him how you make me cum so hard with this big hot cock, baby!"

Pete's stretching, fat dick in her petite little hand looked amazing. Kitty couldn't wrap her fingers around the base, and her flat, gorgeous face was so frail and delicate compared to the rigid, throbbing bone sticking out of Pete's crotch. My small wife held his erection upwards in her fist, while her mouth worked on the soft round helmet of his penis, sucking it, salivating on it. "Mmmm, ohhh, mmm, sooo good, sooo big," Kitty worshipped, sticking her tongue out to lick around the helmet. "Soooo fucking big, Pete, I love your cock." Her small face turned, tracing her little pink tongue down the sensitive underside of his cock, along the tube where the cum shoots, all the way down to his fat balls.

Pete leaned back, spreading his knees wide, giving my wife full access to his genitals. Kitty's mouth opened more as she suckled in his scrotum into her mouth, wetting it with saliva, licking it and gasping hot breaths on it. Pete shuddered, moaning. Her slanted eyes looked up at his face, his balls still in her mouth and her fist tightly wrapped around the huge base of his dick. "I'm so wet for your dick, Pete," my horny spouse purred, now moving her tongue to lick around the base of his shaft. Her tongue was darting out, attacking his prick, then sliding back in her mouth to get more saliva.

"Ohhh, fuckkk," Kitty gasped with more enthusiasm, enamored at the huge size of his penis, enjoying it in her hand and against her face. As she lapped her tongue furiously up and down his shaft, Kitty was pressing her face against his bone, feeling the throbbing heat on her skin, smearing some of her saliva around her cheeks and nose, and his cockhead leaking precum brushed her black bangs and smooth forehead, spreading his juices there. "Sooo fuckin' big, Pete, sooo fuckin' hot, I looove your big dick, baby!"

The guy was snickering as he watched my wife paying homage to his tool, then his eyes shot over to me scornfully. He saw me watching my wife loving his large pecker, and he leaned back even more with an air of superiority, putting his hands under his head, his strong broad arms bent and elbows pointing to the side. "Suck my dick, bitch," he slurred to Kitty, staring down at her mouth and face still licking and rubbing the length of his shaft, "you know you love my big cock, show me how much you need big dicks you cunt." Then, adding another supposed insult, he snickered. "Fuckin' horny whore, you don't get enough big cock from your husband, do you? You're just gonna be my fuckin' little slut now, aren't you, baby?"

He didn't realize that she was growing even more horny from his nasty words. Kitty's brown eyes, half-closed in lust for his penis, gazed up at his face now, past his massive erection. She kept licking it, her fist slowly pumping and squeezing the base up and down slightly, then she moaned in aroused delight. "Mmmm, baby, yesss," grunted my nude wife, rubbing her cheeks and chin around his cockhead a few times, before sucking his dick into her mouth briefly. "Yesss, I'm you're little slut tonight, you gonna keep fuckin' me with this big huge cock, honey?"

Hearing both his and her foul mouths worked wonders on me, as it did her. My 43-year old cock stirred too, pressing against my tight slacks, wanting attention. I didn't want to spook Pete. Some men let me jerk off while they fucked Kitty; others even let me join in, so Kitty can get two holes filled at once. Pete wasn't like that, and I didn't want to do anything to lessen the pounding he was going to give my horny wife. So I just sat there, feet spread out in front of me, watching, eyes glued to the sight, my dick getting relief only by pressing up into my restrictive clothing.

My eyes were riveted at Pete's enormous erection inside Kitty's little mouth. Now, leaning over on her elbows and knees, she had her head directly above his fat throbbing penis. Wrapping her lips around the head, her jaw open wide, my wife pushed her mouth down and started to suck his cock into her mouth. "Mmmm, aggh!" she gagged, feeling his cock filling her mouth, pressing on her tongue, but only three or four inches inside. Her head bobbed, her long black hair spilled around her neck and his cock. Pete grabbed her hair, pulling it behind her head, all to the side away from me, making sure that Kitty's husband had a good show of her sucking his enormously fat, 8-inch-long cock. "Mmmm, uhhhhhgn!" Kitty coughed, bobbing up for air, a strand of clear, glistening drool streaming out of her mouth down to his dick. "Mmmm, god, more!" She sucked air into her lungs, then dove down, shoving his prick into her gaping-open mouth, trying to fit more into her, deeper.

Pete snarled, letting go of her hair and using that freed hand to press down on the back of Kitty's head. She gagged louder, her body convulsed, as she took the head of his manly erection into her throat, a little. "Mmmm uhhh!" Her eyes grew wide, she smiled to herself, trying to fit more of his penis inside her neck. I could see her throat expanding, as she leaned forward to take his penis deeper, her little titties dangling under slender chest.

"Yeah you cunt," slobbered the horny married stud fucking my wife, "swallow my prick, baby, show me what a hot cocksucking bitch you are."

Kitty had to pull up for a second, choking on air, trying to swallow the saliva and mucus in her mouth, and she brushed the back of her small hand over her lips to smear away some of the juices there. "Fuuuuck," she moaned, still staring down at his penis in her small hand, pumping it up and down with more speed, making slick noises as her fingers and palm passed through the clear liquids streaming down her shaft. "Sooo fuckin' huge, I fuckin' love your dick, Pete, I'm so wet for it, I want to make you feel so good, I'm so glad you've got a huge cock!"

Pete grunted and half-smiled, thinking of some inside joke. "Yeah, that's me, Pete, packin' his pistol of love."

Sitting by the side I couldn't resist snorting at his comment. Pistol? I was in awe of the thick, solid size of his erection that was so ably entertaining my horny wife. "More like, packing an ICBM," I told him.

Ignoring me, he was pulling her hair to the side again, his face turned to watch his cock inside the mouth of the younger, sexy Asian woman. "You love putting my big bone in your mouth, don't you, you little cocksucking whore?" He wrapped his other hand around the back of his head, holding her hair tightly in the first hand, and really smashed her face down on his dick. Kitty wasn't really ready; she gagged, choking, reaching her hands to his hairy, muscular thighs as if to push herself away, but she either didn't or couldn't, and she took some of his erection into her throat. "Ugghhh, ummmm!" Her eyes closed, she fought the gag reflex, choking down more of his penis. Her little fingers were gripping his meaty thighs tightly, holding on for dear life, while her jaw was opened all the way, making her neck strain. "Mmm -- mmmm -- mmmmm!"

The jerk was snickering, holding her mouth and throat down on his pulsating bone a few seconds, before releasing her, hearing my horny wife choking and coughing as she regained her senses. "You suck cock good, you stupid little fucking bitch," he laughed, the side of his lip turning up in a disdainful way, "you don't get a big cock like that at home, do you?"

Little did he know, she always said -- totally honestly, she's not a liar -- that she preferred sucking on average-sized dicks like mine, not on the 8-inch monsters like Pete's. Choking and gagging was not a turn-on for her, particularly. But this was his first time in bed with her, if he would become her new boyfriend -- and, given developments of the prior week, she had need for one -- he would probably learn that.

Kitty, however, was not too put off by the throat-fucking. As she regained her breath, she peered up at his face with lusty eyes, and she growled in a hungry voice, "Pete -- I need you to fuck me now -- fuck my cunt!"

He snickered again, enjoying her need for his huge erection. Gasping a little, grunting, watching my wife sucking his dick slowly and softly, Pete's big hand reached downward to Kitty. He slipped his hands under her armpits, and pulling her mouth off of his cock, he slid her over his body, lifting my petite wife's under-100 pound body. "Mmmm!" she moaned, grinning, letting him reposition her body as he wanted. He didn't stop moving her until Kitty's mouth was on his mouth, and she immediately smashed her face forward to kiss him hard. His jaw opened, taking her tongue in his mouth, and the two new fuck-buddies started making out furiously, as they had done earlier in the evening to start off the festivities.

I watched my nude wife lying on the man's handsome naked body, his hands reaching around to clutch her ass cheeks, while they were moaning in unison, faces moving together, licking tongues and exchanging breaths lung to lung in their horny, passionate kiss. His cock was throbbing now, pressing against her flat belly, while he continued to cup and massage Kitty's ass cheeks. His eyes made sure not to look in my direction, but I could tell, he was showing off in front of me -- showing me that my wife loved making out with him, and wanted to fuck his very manly, long fat cock while I watched.

But then Pete added more to his zest to put me in my place, he wanted to deny me some of the pleasure of watching. While he was making out with Kitty, he reached both hands down the bed and grasped the bed sheet. With a swift butterfly motion of his arms he pulled the sheet upwards to the headboard and enveloped himself and my wife under it, making a big cocoon which they shared as she rolled on top of him, mouths pressed together noisily. Then, with Kitty moaning and even yelping, he rolled their bodies over, so Pete was now lying on top of my wife, but both of them entirely covered by the bed sheet. Now I only saw the shape of the man moving to lay over my wife, and from inside it I heard her giggling moan while the male was grunting. The sticky-type noises accompanying the groans meant that their tongues were dancing together in the hot kiss.

Soon the bulge under the bed sheet was moving; Pete was mounting my wife, laying on top of her, sliding his penis back inside her married twat. She was staring to scream immediately, my very vocal wife doing it instinctively and not just for my benefit. "Ohhh fucckkk!" I heard her muffled cry, her mouth stuffed with male tongue, "ohhh, yesss, fuck meee!"

God, I love hearing my wife joyously getting fucked by a huge penis. I don't have one; my under-six inches gets hard and stays hard for a long time, but what I can deliver in quantity (time) I can't do in quality (size). I can't get Kitty to scream like this, I've never made her cry from fucking. It's a beautiful thing to witness experiencing that kind of bliss with other men.

As Pete fucked my wife furiously, the bed sheet started to peel back. First I saw Kitty's hands, flailing uselessly above her head as she laid back, then her tangled hair sprayed around the bed sheets. Soon my eyes saw them kissing madly, not stopping during the sex. His meaty ass was powerfully pumping up and down, so the bed sheet was being tossed around above their bodies, and then he broke the kiss and rose above her on his straightened arms. Now I could see his naked torso, and her breasts and flat tummy. The bed sheets covered his hips and her spread-open legs, but I was still watching them screw.


Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 01



"Ahhhh!" She was shrieking, her eyes half-closed while she stared up at the stud. "Pete, oooh fuckkk! Ohhh yesss! Ohhh fuckkk me, fuckkk meee! Ohhh baby, I love your huge cock, fuckkk meee, fuckkk your slut!"

Then, as if remembering something, her beautiful Asian face rolled towards me, and I saw the look of pain in her eyes again. The guy's prick is so huge, it was obviously stretching her little 29-year old cunt way out of shape. Her small rounded jaw was trembling, her eyes unfocused. But she looked in my direction, maybe half-aware I was still there.

I can tell by the inflection of her voice, she was now talking to me. "Baby, it's sooo good, he's sooo goood!" My lusty, adoring wife was almost coughing, as if the man's huge penis was so long it was sticking up against her throat inside her body. "Oooh fucking gawwwd, it's sooo fucking goooood!"

Then, her brown orbs opened, staring at me, finding her loving husband watching her in sexual ecstasy. Flushed with clarity of emotions, my wife gazed straight into my blue eyes behind my glasses, and she moaned a sound from deep in her heart.

"I love you!" she cried to me -- not to him -- just before opening her jaw and squealing from the deep penetration of Pete's prick into her cunt. "Ahhh, fuckkk, yessssss!"

He laughed, he openly laughed, staring down at my wife and hearing her call out to him. He was drooling, his mouth above her was loading with saliva, and he just pushed it out with a soft spit. A glob of his saliva splattered onto my wife's face, below, as he roared in jest. "Shut up, slut," he lashed out at Kitty, but smiling, "fuck your MAN, you bitch!"

I saw Kitty's brown eyes turn up to him, adoring the beast mounting her, and her knees suddenly appeared from under the bed sheet as she pulled them -- with his hands under her thighs helping -- all the way back to her chest. "Yes!" she screamed, her hands tugging at her legs to open herself to him, "fuck me, baby -- fuck me!"

The two screwed insatiably for a few moments, devouring each other with their eyes while he buried that massive cock into my wife's twat. Then, his torso rocking back and forth as he slammed his full weight into my tiny wife, Pete looked over at me and laughed. A real, belly-aching laugh. He even leaned up some more, allowing me a direct peek at his huge penis driving into my wife's tight little vagina.

Certainly, he was making fun of Kitty saying she loved me. "Now she's my hot little slut," the jerk yelped at me with boyish enthusiasm, completely not understanding anything about my relationship with Kitty, or our love for each other. "I'm gonna make this little bitch squeal all night until she fucking passes out from my dick!"

Kitty loved the nasty talk. "Ohhh, yesss -- ohhh yeahhh -- give it to me baby, fuck your little slut, I'm sooo fucking wet for you!" Her face continued to stare up at his, as she panted, pulling her knees wide open, feeling his cock fucking the depths of her squishy-wet vagina.

The 40-something married stud was enjoying his domination of another man's sexy wife. "You fuckin' love it, don't you, you little slut? You love my big dick -- admit it, you love me more, don't you, you whore? You love how I fuckin' make you feel!"

Seriously, Kitty didn't bat an eyelash, or blush, or show any emotion other than total lust and desire for the attractive, physical man. "I fucking love your cock!" she screamed at him, then after a deep breath, she quickly added, "I love it so much, Pete, so much, fuck your little cumwhore's wet cunt!" 

He wanted to show me how he was fucking my wife. Pete climbed off of my wife, rolling onto his back into the middle of our bed -- with his feet pointed in my direction, so I had a perfect view of his fat hairy balls between his meaty thighs. Then, reaching over to Kitty, he pulled my slutty wife on top of him, having her lie flat on her tummy over his belly and chest, while his hands groped her ass cheeks again and positioned her twat over his erection. "Uhhhh yeah!" she muttered loudly, "oooh fuckkk!" I watched as she gyrated her hips, moving her ass until his cockhead was against her bald pink twat, and with a shove he returned his cock inside Kitty's vagina.

"Fuck!" she screamed, pushing her ass backwards, sending his meat deep into her cunt, "fuck me Pete!"

Sitting on that chair, I had a front-row seat to their sex. Kitty's little body and soft shapely ass were humping back and forth, almost horizontal on his body, while they were kissing again. I watched Pete's fat dick stretching open Kitty's pussy, ramming inside, fucking my wife hard. She was bouncing back and forth in a frenzy above him, whimpering and moaning. My eyes were glued on the sight. Her pink lips were stretching wide, beyond their design, swallowing the shaft as her body humped back and forth. With his gorgeous big balls bouncing, his throbbing, concrete shaft plunged into her stretched pink hole, sliding in and out, disappearing into her tight Asian body then pulling most of its length back out again. Her juices were flowing now, coating his glistening-wet shaft and dripping over his balls. "Fuckkk -- yesss -- ohhhh, fuck meeee -- fuck meee, Pete!" I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was in glorious pain and joy. "Fuuuck meee, more!"

His big paws reached down to her small, creamy buttocks, groping them, holding them tightly, even squeezing. I could see red marks where his fingers were digging into her ass muscles. Gripping my wife by her butt, he slammed her body back and forth while thrusting up his powerful hips, drilling his super-fat erection inside her drenched cunt. Kitty screamed as she felt more of his penis entering her. "Yesss, Pete, yessss!" Her hands were on the bed, either side of his head, her slender arms stretched out as she kept her torso above his. She was using all her force to push back, hold herself up, grinding her ass backwards on his dick while he was slamming up into her. "Yesss, fuckkk! Yesss!" Her squealing stopped being words and just became moans and shrieks; Kitty was thoroughly enjoying this, working hard, using all her muscles to ram back on the hot male fucking her. "Uhhhgh! Ohhhh! Uhhh uhhhh mmmmm!"

The bed was shaking with the rhythm of the sounds of his cock and pelvis smacking into her butt and thighs. Slap . . . slap . . . slap . . . slap. Over and over he drove his awesome penis into my wife's pussy, stretching her so wide, plunging that dick incredibly deep inside her vagina. I had no idea where the top of his cock was going, buried inside her body; she probably felt it against her stomach and lungs and maybe up to her throat, he was so big and she was so petite.

"Uhhhh!" Her head was up, pointing to the ceiling, as she strained her body. I could see her butt and legs muscles, and her shoulders, clenching as she tried to fight back against his body crashing into her. "Uhhhh, yesss, oooooh!" His dick stuffed so deep into her, his balls were up against her pussylips, he was impaled inside her, making her feel the full thickness, hardness, length of his bone. "Uhhhh, uhhhhh, ohhhh fuckkk!"

I saw Pete's hand grab my wife's head, his palm and fingers holding it on the backside, pulling her mouth down. Then her shrieks turned to moans, as he began tongue-fucking her mouth, kissing her hard while fucking her. She loves kissing like that while fucking, her little body started flying faster back and forth, sliding on his long pole. Her orgasm was building as she took repeated thrusts from his huge erection. With his hands still smashed hard on her ass cheeks, controlling her movements and making her slam down even harder on his cock, Kitty began to cum. "Ohhh yesss -- OH FUCK! YESSSSS!"

"Shit!" Before her orgasm even hit a crescendo, the home phone rang. I stared at the cordless handset on the night table next to me. The timing could not be worse, and to add insult to injury, it was the last person on Earth I would want calling me right then. The pre-programmed, unique chirp told me, without seeing the calling number, who it was. My heart sank. It was a personal call, a very personal one, but I fully knew it was not going to be enjoyable. I had to take it, but my life was about to suck for an hour or something.

I couldn't let the caller hear Kitty having loud orgasms in the background. I quickly grabbed the cordless phone by my chair -- glancing at the calling number to confirm the worst -- and I ran, yes literally, ran into the hallway and down the steps. The phone rang a full five times before I was sequestered in the quiet, closed office in the first floor, and I answered it.

Indeed, about 75 minutes later, I emerged from the office in a cold sweat, my stomach aching, my heart emptied of emotion. I get these calls about once or twice a week, and they just suck. Goes with the territory of my life. I don't want to explain any more than that. Nothing "bad" -- just, normal. No one was dying, it wasn't news of any disaster or anything. Just a regular thing I have to deal with, and each time, it puts a pit in my stomach and makes me want to kill myself. It's the sucky part of my life, I guess.

Trying to wash the distaste from my mouth and head, I hurriedly scampered back up the steps to the bedroom. I found it darkened, as was the hallway too, but the door was ajar. I found myself wondering if Kitty and Pete were still in the room -- but they were, lying together side by side and naked on the bed, whispering quietly. Kitty looked up and saw me standing there, and I hesitated not sure if they still wanted an audience or not. My wife said something to him, then climbed off the bed and walked slowly over to me.

I took my wife into the hallway, out of Pete's earshot, and stared at her in the dim light coming through the exterior windows. Her long, black hair was matted and tangled, and she had glistening liquids on her chest and crotch. She looked flustered and sore, very well fucked. I was happy she must have enjoyed it, but slightly miffed that my personal situation intervened and forced me to stop watching. "You having a good time?" I asked her, assuming she would affirm.

She did, giggling and wiping some sweat off her brow. "Oh, I'd say." But her mirth quickly dissipated as she let herself return to reality. "So, was that who I think that was?"

"Unfortunately," I confirmed with a dour scowl. But I smiled at her. "Same as always. I'll live. Everything's always my fault, as you know."

"Oh, baby." My loving wife stepped forward, hugging me, pressing her naked body against mine through my clothing, her face resting on my upper chest. She leaned up on her small tippy-toes, offering her puckered lips to mine, and I kissed her sweetly. "You okay, honey, really?" Her brown slanted eyes searched mine in the dim light of the second-floor hallway. "If you want, I can ask Pete to leave--"

I shrugged, waiving my hands for her. "Naw, I mean, that would be a little cold of me -- I mean -- I guess it's my place, to do that --"

"Well it IS your place," Kitty snickered, "your salary is paying for it!"

I nodded to giver her due on that one. "Yeah, that too. But, he's your boyfriend and all -- well, not boyfriend, I mean you just met him for the first time tonight -- although, you tell me, soon to be added as another boyfriend in your stable of regulars?"

My horny wife flicked her long hair off her sweaty face. "Mmmaybe," she purred, looking away, not wanting to admit the obvious.

No fan of Pete but a huge fan of my wife, I wouldn't mind as long as she was happy. "Well -- no, I mean, it's just one night. I'll sleep in the guest room, you two have fun -- it's all good."

My wife frowned, hugging me again. "Oh, baby." From her next kiss on my lips, and the tender embrace of her small body holding my larger frame, I knew in my heart that she'd tell Pete to go home if I wanted her to. There was no doubt in my mind about that.

Looking in my eyes a last time for the evening, she warmly grinned, happy about something that didn't involve Pete. "David -- guess what?"

I knew what was coming. I had to play along. "What?"

Kitty coyly grinned, her beautiful, flattened face turning away with a feigned shy gaze. "I love you, David." Then she blew me a last kiss for the night, slipped into our darkened master bedroom, and shut the door for the evening.

I knew she did. Only, what, exactly, does a loving slut like Kitty mean when she says, "I love you" to a man? To her boyfriends? To me?

I think my life, basically, consisted of a search for the answer to that question. Whatever she did, with whomever, however many times, like any one, I longed to know her love for me -- although different from that she gave other men -- was, ultimately, what was really important to her.

I'm just not sure I could ever, really know the answer to that question.

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There's a short epilogue to that evening. After watching ICBM-packing Pete bang my wife for a couple of hours -- while I was fully clothed -- my cock just wanted to explode. As soon as I got into our guest bedroom alone, I whipped out my peter and jerked it off not once but twice. Talk about blue balls; the sights and smells of Kitty getting hammered by that huge dick -- the look of lust and joy on her face -- was a drug to me, and I had ingested as much as I could. Wow, I came hard.

So, around 3 a.m., I woke up really needing to go to the bathroom. Our guest bathroom is in the middle of our second-floor hallway, sharing a wall with the master bedroom. That architectural detail is relevant here, because the two rooms also shared an air vent. That thing was like a megaphone. Whatever noises were coming out of the master bedroom, if you put your ear to the bathroom's vent near the floor, you can hear the master bedroom pretty clearly.

I guess, then, I was snooping a bit, because after I urinated I bent down and pressed my ear to the vent. I'm not sure I was expecting to hear anything, I mean, it was in the wee hours of the morning.

But, sure enough, my horny wife and her horny boyfriend were at it again.

"Ohhh, fuck, yesss -- ohhh Pete, mmm, oh baby -- fuck meee, oooh fuckkk! Ohhh shit, ohhh gawwwd, fuckkk, fuckkk, yesss! Fuck your little slut baby! Fuck meee!"

Besides my wife's high-pitched squealing -- somewhat less energetic than normal, I suppose her batteries were losing it after fucking so much -- I could also hear the stud's voice rumbling with his nasty sneer. "Fuck me you slut -- fuck me with that hot cunt -- fuck my big dick you little whore!"

Shit, I got hard in a hurry, and started stroking my penis while listening to the fucking. Unfortunately, I was tired as shit, and found myself debating whether to actually remain there hunched over -- somewhat painfully -- or just get back to bed. It's not like I've never heard Kitty fucking before.

But I tuned into a pretty opportune moment. I heard Pete smack Kitty's small ass with his hand, producing a loud SMACK followed by her scream of pleasureful pain, then the guy grunted to her, "You like my big dick, don't you honey -- you like it more than your gay hubby's little prissy toy dick -- you gonna be Pete's little slut from now on, let me fuck you all the time so you get a big dick like you want?"

"Ohhh fuck yeah!" Kitty, lost in lust, wasn't going to argue with him about the proper characterization of her husband. They were having sex, I mean, it's not a place you debate someone else's qualities. "Ohhh baby, yeah, make me your girlfriend, fuck my hot Asian cunt, make me your fucking sextoy slut!" Then, Kitty chuckled, before moaning. "Owweee, ohhh -- I need another boyfriend, I lost one last week -- I'd love you to fuck me all the time, Pete, honey!"

Pete smacked her butt again, he must have been fucking her doggy-style, then he cemented their deal with a roar of approval. "Fuck your tight cunt is so hot! Now it's my cunt, you bitch -- you're gonna fuck my big cock all the time now, you're my little whore, got it?"

Kitty screamed to an orgasm. "Ohh, YESSS YESSS YESSS YESSSS!" Gasping for air, somewhat unintelligible, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Unggh, uhhh -- yeah make me your whore baby!"

Now, that was just Kitty having fun. I was sure she would become Pete's slut, occasionally every week. But I'm not sure Pete really understood Kitty at all.

Frankly, even after a couple of years of living with her -- following a two-year Internet relationship where we chatted or exchanged emails virtually every day -- I thought I was still trying to understand her, too.

* * * *

When Kitty told me she loves me, I have some pretty discernable reasons to believe her. I guess a good place to start is where this series of seemingly unrelated events -- but all of which came together, just a couple days before Pete came over for that night -- began in the first place.

It started three weeks earlier. I know for certain it was the Wednesday just before the three-day Fourth of July weekend. I was standing in the shower in the very early morning, in theory preparing for work. As I sometimes do, I stood facing the shower, the warm water splashing over my face, while below my fist was stroking my hard erection. The skylight above the shower was almost pitch black, the summer sun hadn't risen yet. Behind me, through the door into the bedroom, my beautiful was still sleeping. She almost never woke up that early.

My thoughts were conjuring images from the story Kitty related to me the previous night. Such a hot, fucking sexy thing she did. While I was at work the day before, Kitty was doing her usual thing -- nothing at all, anything she wanted. I made more than enough money so she didn't have to work, and at 29 years old, she wasn't interested in going to school or anything. She could do anything she wanted during the day. And since she was horny "24/7/265," what she wanted to do usually involved orgasms.

What she'd revealed to me, while cuddling in front of the TV after dinner the very night before, was that she made a new friend. One of the zillion guys who'd responded over time to her personal ads on Internet dating websites (most of those ads were written by me or with my help, I might add). Kitty is really picky about responding to emails from guys who see the ads, she usually ends up meeting men with whom she chats with in the online chat rooms. But this guy seemed to have it all -- he was in his early 30s, a rocking hot body, very handsome face, married, and a "cute" wit that made her giggle when she read his email and then read his profile on the website. Joey, she told me his name was.

Joe had emailed her a couple weeks earlier and, without her telling me about it, she'd been exchanging emails and then phone calls with him. That was no surprise; if she told me about every guy who contacted her each day, we wouldn't have time for any other conversation, practically. (Okay, I somewhat exaggerate, but that's the idea.) He really was a sweet and not aggressive at all, but I mean, the only reason he contacted Kitty was to fuck her -- her ad on that site basically said, she was a married woman who needed men with cocks bigger than her husband's to meet her and give her good sex.

So, after trading emails and calls and all, they finally met -- here, in our house -- when he took almost literally the whole day off. No wonder she didn't answer her cellphone from about 10 a.m. until when I was driving home from work, past 6 o'clock.

Fuck, the images in my head were so intense. They made out in the living room. They stripped there. She sucked him; he licked her bald, shaved cunt. They fucked on the living room sofa. They went into the hot tub behind the house, in the swirling early July heat, naked in the tub having wine, cuddling. They fucked on the hot patio deck. They came inside and took a cool bath, fucking more. They napped together -- on our marital bed, actually. Normally Kitty takes her boyfriends into the guest room, but they had just come out of the bathroom where I was standing, so they didn't make it farther than our big King size bed where I slept. Kitty had sex with Joey right where I have sex with her just about every night. They went naked down to the kitchen, had a late lunch, and fucked there, then the TV room nearby. Then down to the basement and the big leather sofa, where they watched some home-made porn movies of Kitty fucking a couple of her boyfriends, and they fucked down there too. That's a day of hot sex with a very horny married man.




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 01



The images of the man's huge boner driving into my wife's tight, pink cunt . . . oh, man, I was so hard in the shower. I was picturing my wife screaming -- she's so vocal -- and cumming so hard, throughout the day, making love and fucking the hot stud repeatedly, over and over, throughout our house. What a fucking slut. Fucking a guy she only met in person that very day. Fucking whore! She's so fucking sexy; I so fucking loved her. I was picturing her wincing, squealing, spreading her slender legs to take his massive married prick into her cunt all day, begging him to cum hard inside her twat.

There was a specific vision . . . extremely intense. Back there, through the door behind me, in our marital bedroom, on the bed where Kitty and I slept last night -- right there, yesterday, not even 24 hours earlier, she was sleeping naked with another married man. Then he fucked her, they were kissing and groping, and his cock -- much bigger than mine -- found its way into her vagina, she screamed for him, she had orgasms and sucked his tongue and pulled his throbbing erection into her cunt until he squirted semen into her. Right on the same bed where I fucked her later that evening, and where I kissed my wife. She got brutally screwed by a very sexy, very handsome man.

You know, most men would fucking freak out if they knew their wives got laid by better-looking, more-equipped men than them, right on their own bed. Not me. I was fucking thrilled to imagine it; I was furiously wanking my shaft, picturing my wife getting a fabulous fucking back there.

My visualization of Kitty getting laid the day earlier by her new Internet friend was suddenly interrupted; directly behind me, I heard the glass door of the shower stall thump as it was opened. I opened my eyes, but that was about it; I was surprised in a good way. A moment later, I felt two small female hands on my back, then my rather ample ass cheeks, and I heard a purr of my wife's sexy voice. "Oh baby," she muttered, "your little cockslut is raring to go already."

"Oooh, lucky me," I muttered, taking my hand off my cock and standing upright, feeling her behind me, "looks like no one else is in the house, so it's my lucky turn, hmm?" I giggled a little, letting her know I was mostly just joking.

I felt her breath behind my neck, as one of her hands slipped around the flabby girth of my 43-year old belly, reaching to grasp my smallish, under-six inch erection. "All for your pleasure," she whispered, leaning up on her toes to touch a kiss to my earlobe from behind.

My dick was seriously leaking precum from just her words, but then her hand wrapped tightly around my shaft, giving it a little pump, and she snickered. "Did I interrupt anything? You don't mind, do you?" Her small hand expertly massaged my erection, calmly, while she kissed a trail down the side of my neck, causing goose bumps and shivers to shoot up my spine. "Mmm, I had sooo much fun with you last night ,honey." Indeed, our sex in bed was particularly energetic, even considering she and Joey had fucked the entire day.

I didn't mind that she caught my masturbating; it happens all the time. We practically live naked in our house; she cleans up the house naked, I cook naked sometimes, it's pretty much a lifestyle of two people who love to fuck. Instead, I was just thrilled I was going to get some early-morning action even after fucking her the night before. "Mmm, that makes two of us," I purred, as I turned my face to kiss the top of her head.

Feeling her hand stroking my average-sized erection, I moaned and arched my back, feeling her soft tits and hard nipples brushing against my body. "Ohhh, fuck, that feels good," I grunted as I felt the hot water running down my chest over my cock and balls, her hand stroking the hardened shaft.

"I want it again," my wife softly whispered with firm conviction into my ear from behind me, "though you'll be late for work."

I giggled. "Well -- I've been late before -- they haven't fired me yet." I turned around, the water on my back now, standing above my wife, looking down into her beautiful, slanted brown eyes. I gently bent to kiss her lips, and she leaned her face up to mine, softly kissing back. She giggled, I think, smelling the flavor of the toothpaste from a few minutes earlier. (Frankly, my breath stank like pussy-juice when I woke up, from our prior evening's activities.)

As we made out in the shower, my hands slid down her slender sexy back, reaching to cup her small, soft butt cheeks, groping and squeezing Kitty's awesome little ass.

"Mmmm," purred my wife in my mouth, "soooo hot for you baby."

Pressing her lips open I slid my tongue into her mouth, moaning, groping her fabulous butt. "Mmm, and me you . . . you're so fucking gorgeous and sexy Kitty . . . I'm soooo lucky to be with you."

I took my hand, slide it down her tummy, between her legs. My fingers slid over her wet cunt, and I let out a little moan at how damp it is, and not from the shower's water.

My wife shivered as my fingertips touched her bald, naked pussy. "Sooo tight," she gasped into our soft kiss. My two fingers pressed her clit, rubbing up into it, as I devoured her lips into my mouth, sucking air from her lungs. She began to grind her pussy against my fingers on her twat, as one of her hands slipped to my loin and gripped my hardened shaft. "Mmmmmm," she encouraged of my finger, "keep doing that."

I continued to rub her pussylips and clitty, pressing them up into her sexy little body, while I had a playful thought. I broke the kiss and adopted a casual tone of voice. "Want your hair done?" She wanted sex, but we both enjoyed it when I would wash her hair. "If you want -- you know I find that really sexy too."

"Yes, honey," I readily agreed, "I looove giving you showers." I rotated us around the shower stall, having Kitty facing the water now, with me standing behind her, my cock pressed against her lower back, the base of my shaft and balls against her soft wet buttocks, sliding them in your ass crack up and down. As she leaned forward, warm water cascading over her head, down her back, she leaned her face forward to cause the water to spill straight down the back of her neck, down her back, drenching her long black hair, eventually spilling over her ass cheeks and my cock and balls pressing against them.

"Ohhh fuckkk," grunted my horny wife.

My hands were stroking her long, wet hair. "I love how you to have VERY long hair, I so love it down your back." I massaged her hair, getting it all wet, making sure it was straight. When wet it was so silky and dark black. Then, I took the shampoo, poured a small glob onto my hand, and began to rub it over the top of her head, then down her hair.

Kitty took a small step back towards me and bent forward, hands on the tiled wall as she leaned a bit more, pressing her hot ass into my erection a bit harder. She groaned at the feeling of my hands, mostly fingertips, rubbing her scalp, grinding on her head, almost massaging her, making her hair all sudsy and bubbly. Kitty was, seriously, purring like a little kitten. "Ohhh, mmmm, ooooh, sooo nice, baby."

Then working on her fabulously long hair, I was cupping it, rubbing shampoo throughout it, getting it totally coated and infused with white bubbles. "You're purring like a little Kitty," I snickered, and she giggled. I made sure to get her hair thoroughly scrubbed, then I began rinsing it. I scooped bubbles from her hair, start rubbing them down your back, admiring her smooth skin covered in soap. Reaching down, I began rubbing the suds over her awesome ass, my hands cupping those butt cheeks, fondling them.

Meanwhile, I was kissing her neck from behind, at the nape, nuzzling, moaning, just applying soft kisses. Reaching around her slender little body, my hands soaped my wife's small tits with the suds. I know what my wife likes; I began groping her boobs with my palms and fingers, my fingers teasing and brushing your hard nipples, applying hard pressure to them.

"Ohhh, yessss," she moaned again.

I was getting her body all soapy, her hair and her ass and her tits, and she groaned in exquisite pleasure. I moaned in her ear, "I fuckin' love your body . . . so fucking perfect, soooo small and sexy . . . you turn me on so fucking much you hot little slut . . . your such a fucking whoring cocktease."

My wife is such a slut, she loves hearing it. "Mmmm hmmm!"

Feeling a bit more frisky, I spied the scrub brush hanging on the tiled wall. I grabbed it and the bottle of liquid body lotion, squirting a jet of the blue lotion all over the spongy head of the scrub brush.

She saw what I was doing, and looked back at me over her petite shoulder, snickering. "Kick it up a notch, huh baby?"

I answered nonchalantly. "I have it get all sudsy." Then, stepping back away from her body, not touching her with my body anymore, I gripped the handle of the brush and pointed the scrubbing head at her back, rubbing the soapy sponge up and down, making her body stream with suds.

"Ooooh, nice, mmm," she continued to purr.

I was lowering the scrub brush to her ass. She looked back at me, encouraging me, as she felt me rubbing more soap in her ass cheeks, caressing her buttocks with the soapy sponge, moving around and around. Sliding the brush's sponge between her ass cracks, as she leaned forward more, pushing her hot rump towards me, the brush's spongy head passed over your asshole, soaping it up too.

"Is my hot little slut getting all nice and clean for the day, hmm, for whatever fun you plan to have when I'm at work?" I was whispering at her, while continuing to rub the spongy head up and down her ass crack. Firmly gripping the handle, I moved it down even farther, below her ass, onto her thighs, the backs of them, then up more slightly, just below her ass.

My wife coyly answered my inquiry about her day's plans. "Maybe," she giggled. 

Staring down at the sponge's soapy head now under her ass, between your thighs as she push her butt back more, leaning forward, the water spilling down her head and back, she felt me rubbing the soapy sponge over her pussy from behind.

"Ohhh baby!" softly exhaled my wife.

The spongy, soapy head was grinding over her cunt, while I was standing behind her, watching her body covered in white bubbles streaming down her legs. The water was washing the shampoo's soap off her head, down your back like a river of soap bubbles. "I'm sooo glad you got up early," I panted, in lust with my wife, "I hope it doesn't drain you of energy for . . . whatever you have planned later." I laughed. "Do you have plans already or gonna just take it slow and see?"

She could feel me rubbing the sponge hard on her pussy, as Kitty bent over and spread her legs, the soapy ball teasing her clit and pussylips, grinding over them.

"Mmm, we'll see how it goes," she said of her plans for the day. Then, she looked back at me again, with hunger in her eyes. "Oohh David, I need you to fuck me."

Using some rhythm with my motions of the soapy brush over her vagina, pushing it back and forth over that sexy bald slit, I let her body rock on it, grinding against it, masturbating on it. "Mmm does my hot wife need some dick in that slutty cunt huh?"

Her urgent grunt was hungry. "Oh yes!"

I giggled at her anxiety to fuck, and I had other plans for the moment. I pulled the sponge back from her vagina, but turned the entire brush upside down, clutching it mid-length on the thick plastic handle. Now, pointing the blunt plastic head of the handle downward, I touched the rounded hard end of the handle against her pussylips from behind. "Mmm, baby, is THAT the spot that needs to be fucked?"

Kitty's next squeal was even more impatient. "Oh yes!"

The sponge brush was purchased precisely because the handle was perfectly sized for this task -- not thick, but not skinny either, and very stiff. I gripped the handle firmly, holding it horizontally as i point it at her pussy, rubbing the rounded tip against your cuntlips. She wiggled, spreading her knees as she bent over in the shower, and I pushing in into her cunt, just a bit, just making its presence felt.

"Mmm," I panted, "show me how fucking hot you are you slut . . . ooh your so gorgeous . . . hows that feel, baby?" My cock was enraged, jutting out of my belly, as i watch her pussy take the sponge's handle a bit, prying her lips open.

"Soooo good . . . but--" She looked back at me. "I really want you."

I grinned, hearing my slutty wife say that. "And i you . . . I was just checking that I'm ahead of the plastic handle, on your favorite's list." I dropped the scrub brush and had her stand upright again, still facing the shower, water rushing over her face and titties. I reached around her body, cupping one hand on her pussy and the other on one of her small tits, helping the water rinse her off. My hot, hard pulsating erection pressed against her back and butt again. I slipped my hands down to her hips, as she felt my cockhead sliding down her ass crack now. I crouched a bit, bending my legs, lowering my penis.

My slutwife was aching for cock, so early in the morning. "Yes, soooo good, baby."

I stared at my wife's fucking perfect body, as she leaned forward again, her small hands back on the tiled wall. Her knees were parting, showing me her gorgeous little ass. "Mmm you're sooo fucking sexy, baby," I moaned in delight, "I love you so much . . . sooo fucking hot, you cumwhore!"

My dick's head touched her cuntlips from behind, the hot water pouring over her back and shoulders. I moved her forward and adjusted the water's direction, so the stream was landing squarely on her ass.

"Ohhh fuckkk," she gasped, waiting for it, pressing her ass back to me more, spreading her knees wider.

With the hot water splashing over her ass and back, I yanked her little hips backwards, and immediately stuffed her husband's throbbing penis into her tight pussy. I exclaimed a howl of joy. "Ohhh FUCK baby . . . so fuckin' TIGHT!" Staring at her small body, bent over, feeling her push back, I began pushing my meat into her tight pussy, bit by bit. "Mmm fuck you slut . . . so fucking good . . . oh I'm so hard for you Kitty, baby."

We were hardly breathing, both of our muscles on fire, as we fucked in the shower. "Mmmm," she panted, "I'm sooo wet."

Holding her firmly in my hands around her hips, I pushed more dick into her twat, little by little, feeling water lubricating us.

She looked back at me again, sneering. "I want it soo much, give it to me!" We began to rock in unison as I fucked my wife from behind.

"Ahhh shit baby," I reported with a snarl, "sooo tight . . . sooo good."

"Me too . . . so fuuucking good baby," Kitty gushed. Pushing more dick into her cunt from behind, most of my shaft inside, I was pumping her back and forth, making her cunt slide on my shaft. "Mmmmmmm . . . fuck your little cockwhore," demanded my horny wife, bracing herself against the wall and feeling my pole sliding in and out of her twat.

My balls were bouncing off of her clitty, below her slit, as I rammed my dick in and out of Kitty's cunt. I felt her body pushing back against me, taking my entire lenght inside her vagina, meeting me with force. I held onto her slender hips now, yanking her backwards even harder, letting me shove into her with loud slaps of my body against her butt and thighs. Admiring her bent-over body in front of me, I gasped while I fucked my wife, "Mmm, I love my little cumwhore -- so fuckin' hot, you slut -- ohhh fuck, baby, I'm sooo hard!"

As we developed a rhythm fucking in the shower, the warm water splashing over us while my pelvis bounced off her small ass and my penis drove in and out of her pussy, I bent forward and slipped my hands up her small body. Reaching around I grabbed both of Kitty's smallish tits, groping and squeezing firmly, even pinching her nipple hard.

I know what she loved, that hard contact on her tits as well as her ass. "Ohhh baby," my wife squealed, "yes, just like that!" She was shrieking now, not really making words, just hollering out a high-pitched whine while she bent forward and got herself fucked doggy-style standing there in the shower.

My legs were aching, from squatting down to fuck her smaller body, but I didn't care, I just rammed her faster and faster, really jamming my dick into her body as fast and hard as I could, so early in the morning. "So fucking hot . . . you're so gorgeous . . . so fucking good you slut, fuck me you bitch!" Each time my body smashed forward, water splattered in every direction, her smallish ass cheeks rippling from the impacts I was delivering.

"Ohhh shit, yess!" cried Kitty. She had her head down, water pouring over her forehead and down her face I'm sure, as she just kept herself steady and pushed her body backwards against me, as I fucked that cunt from behind. Pumping her even faster, my hands groping those sexy naked titties, I was moaning and grunting as I fucked my wife as hard as I could go. My thumbs and fingers pinched her ultra-hard nipples, tugging at them for added effect.

"Mmmmm, ohhh fuckkk!" she cried.

My cock was throbbing inside her tight, spasming pussy; her twat was so wet, so silky and warm. Continuing to pound her much smaller body with my more substantial and flabby girth, I grunted as I smacked into her over and over. "So fucking hot you slut," I muttered, "sooo hard for you, you dirty little Asian bitch!" Pressing her face and shoulders now into the hard wet tiled wall, letting her press back against me as I kept ramming her pussy from behind, we were both gasping, fucking each other harder, each of us feeling our leg muscles on fire, my dick pounding her furiously from behind.

My wife raised her head now, a familiar whine erupting from her lungs. "Gonna cummm!"

I encouraged her orgasm's intensity by screwing her as deep as I could reach in the cramped position in the shower. Fucking her harder and harder, smashing my body into hers, pressing her face and shoulders now into the wet filed wall, I felt that super-wet tight pussy squeezing my dick.

"Oohhh fuckkk David," my wife panted, "I'm cumming!" Her body was shaking, her ass wiggling uncontrollably in circles in front of me.

My hands let go of her tits, and I returned my palms to groping her ass cheeks again, prying them open, fucking you faster and harder. As I felt her cum I slammed my meat into her twat hard, not pulling out but grinding on her, letting her vagina have something to squeeze as she came. With the smells of the shower around us I was enjoying the familiar aroma of her orgasm, the juices and the sweat mixed together.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, feeling me still fucking her as her first orgasm subsided, "ohhh yes!"

I was so turned on, I kept banging her after her orgasm, my hard dick plowing into her twat from behind. While the warm water was spilling and splashing all around us I was sweating, the heat of the water making it like a sauna. With my hands firmly on her hips I was gripping her with my thumbs pointing inward and my palms flat on her slender shape, stuffing my dick into her cunt from the rear while we fucked faster and faster now, picking up the pace after she slowed dowm from her initial orgasm.

"Oh I'm so hard," I shouted at my wife, wanting to keep fucking her but getting sore from doing it this way in the shower, "oh fuck baby . . . you turn me on sooo much . . . can we go to the bed, or the floor?"

Kitty responded first with another scream of pleasure, another orgasm flooding her body. I fucked her through it then she grunted, trying to form words, "Yes -- let's."

Almost painfully I pulled out, my body dripping wet with water and sweat and her juices, my cock sticking into the warm morning air. I quickly turned off the water, kicked open the shower stall's glass door, and grabbed her hand to drag her out. I eschewed the towels, as did she. We were too horny. Both of us soaking wet, I led her into the master bedroom, right over to our bed, with a big warm blanket on it.




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 01



"Mmmmm," purred my wife, wanting to keep fucking and not stop for things like towels.

I had her lie, totally wet, on the bed's big blanket, on her back. The warmth of the blanket soothed her drenched and sore body, absorbing the water, and her little figure sank into the sopping-wet blanket on the soft, large bed. My wife's sexy, slanted brown eyes watched me as I pushed her thighs open -- way, way open -- and I found myself staring at her hot bald cunt.

Her pussy was so wet, so pink. I leaned down, not able to help myself, licking my wife's delicious twat as she writhed on the soaking-wet bed underneath me. "Mmmmm," she encouraged, her hands rubbing my wet hair as my face bobbed over her clitoris, my tongue dancing darts around her clitty, then thrusting my tongue into her pussy, feeling it squeeze my probing muscle. With her knees way back, I could even lick down to her wet asshole, so fresh from the shower, licking up the juices and water that had pooled on it before I licked back up to her cunt.

She continued to moan, "Mmmm -- ohhh -- mmmm, ohhh yesss, mmmm," then she opened her eyes and lifted her head. "I want you to cummm, soo much," she cried out to her husband.

I agreed with the sentiment, but with a different agenda. "Mmm Kitty -- I want you to cum again too, baby, i love you so much, I wanna make u feel so good when i have the chance to be with you!" Sucking her clitty now, looking at her gorgeous face as I gaze past her A-cup titties and hardened little nipples on your chest, I wrapped my lips around that clitty, suckling hard, tongue worming over her clit as my lips surrounded it, rapidly sawing her little fleshy knob with my tongue up and down inside my mouth. Panting, faster and faster sucking her clitty, working it with my tongue, then I released it, mouth down to your twat, shoving tongue inside her cunthole, tasting my wife's wet slutty vagina, licking all around it.

The feeling of my tongue inside her pussy struck home. "Oohhh fuccckkk, DAVID!" she yelped, her hands grabbing my hair harder, then almost immediately releasing me so she could grab her knees and spread her little body open wide.

"Oh Kitty baby," I groaned, tongue inside her twat. I reach my hands up, finding her hands under her knees, and I took her dainty, feminine hands into mine. Interlocking figners, holding her hands in mine, I ate her pussy. Letting her fingers grip my hand I had my tongue stuffed deep inside her pussy, burying my face on her, my lips firmly against her twat.

She was begging, mixed with the sounds of her panting and shaking. "No," protested my wife, "I want you to cum with me!"

Now that was a wonderful offer. "Yesss," I hissed, pulling my mouth off her taste lovely married cunt. I crawled over my wife's spread-open body, staring down at her gorgeous face, then at her delicious boobies and flat, tight tummy. My arms straight out downward, my torso hovering above her, I placed my cock against her wet pussylips. "Mmm I'm sooo hard for you, honey!"

As soon as my dick touch her pussy again, I gathered my energies and rammed forward, shoving deep, pressing hard, sinking my pole into her lovely, silky-soft vagina. Instantly, with my cock sunk so comfortably into Kitty's wet tight pussy, I was on the brink of orgasm. The hot fucking in the shower put me there, and I wasn't going to be able to resist very long.

Fortunately, she was about to have another orgasm too. Her eyelids fluttered, her head rolled back, her hands gripped her knees to spread herself open. She began spasming in familiar ways, shrieking and whining, screaming really, while her ass gyrated frenetically underneath me. I pounded my flabby tummy harder and harder at my slutty Asian wife, pumping my painfully erect cock in and out of that gushing wet pussy, while my eyes devoured the sight of her naked body all sopping wet, cumming underneath me.

"David!" she moaned, her hands reaching up to my shoulders and neck, clutching me, hanging beneath me, "cum in me, baby!"

I did, my cock couldn't take any more of her hot sex this early in the morning, I didn't have stamina to continue. My balls exploded, I felt the head of my penis squirting out my semen, and I started to flood with a massive orgasm deep inside Kitty's cunt. She felt it too, having her own mini-orgasm while I ejaculated inside of her, husband and wife enjoying a sexy shared moment of climactic bliss.

"Oh my god," I laughed, catching my breath, "I need another fucking shower now, you slut."

On her back next to me on the soppy wet bed, Kitty was also breathing hard, and chuckling in amusement. "Then I'll just do that again, and again, and you'll be here all day."

"Ahhh, you don't want that!" Glancing at the clock and seeing I had little option to stay any longer, I slapped her knee, mainly just to hold my weary body upright as I climbed off the bed. "I'd just get in the way of whatever fun you have planned for today." As I stood up on the floor and stretched, I looked back at my horny wife, admiring her delicious little naked body. Flat tummy, slender hips, perfectly-proportioned A-cup titties, gorgeous soft face with beautiful, slanted Asian eyes. Lots of dark hair around her head on the pillow. Petite feet, athletic calves. Just simply a mouth-watering female form. At only 29, she was 14 years my younger, which only meant I had to work extra hard to keep up with her energies.

My wife reacted to my comment about her plans for the day with a smirk, and her voice hesitated, almost as if she wanted to say something. As soon as we made eye contact after her little noise, she blushed and grinned while I adopted an inquiring, mystified gaze. "What?" she laughed, shrugging. Pushing her elbows behind herself, she propped up her naked torso, those little boobies so sexy on her small frame, while she bent her head at me diffidently. "Oh, you know, baby, I'd break any plans for you, if you could stay home."

"I'm sure you would," I agreed, although deep inside at that time I wasn't entirely sure she would. I suppose it would depend on the actual plans she'd made, if you'd have asked me. But I wasn't going to pick a pointless fight about that; she was so sweet, there was no reason to rile her up. Making my way towards her vanity, covered in makeup containers of all variety, I peered at my hair and concluded it was salvageable without another shower. I used her hairbrush to put my short-cropped, dirty-blonde hair back into place. The rounded, rubbery handle of her hairbrush felt a little crusty; we'd bought it, of course, because it was the perfect shape for a dildo (as if she needed another one, in addition to her existing collection).

After sponging off my armpits and groin in the bathroom, then brushing my teeth and slipping into my work clothing for the day, I returned to the bedroom to find Kitty still lounging naked on our bed, spreading her skinny legs, one hand over her crotch with a finger lightly spreading liquids around her sensitive pussylips and clitoris. "You look so gorgeous," I moaned, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door, fixated on my sexy wife, "so, without being pushy, you wanna tell me your plans for the day, or are they top-secret?"

Kitty remained on her back, taking her hand away from her pussy but keeping her knees parted, showing herself off to her adoring husband. I knew she'd answer me honestly, it was a question I asked just about every day, and she almost always told me whatever was on her agenda. "Actually, yeah, I kinda have plans with Tim," she admitted coyly, kind of looking away from me and smiling to herself. She knew what reaction I'd have; she waited, then looked me over, and particularly at my crotch. "You really wanna know?"

"Oh, yes," I begged, not moving, feeling my penis twitching in my underwear. I'd just fucked her hard, but hearing about her slutting around was always an elixir.

She snickered, knowing exactly what made me hard. "Well, Tim's gonna take a long, long lunch break from work -- and, see, there's this motel down the street from his office? And, well -- we're going to meet in the parking lot, or something, then he's going to take me into a room and, um--" She paused again for dramatic effect, her voice lowering, "Well, I'm just gonna help him cheat on his wife for a couple of hours."

Shit, I knew what she was going to say, but the way she worded it made my small, under-six inch erection twitch. "Mmm, aren't you helpful -- so, what do you think, maybe a couple of hours of his seven and a half inches of cock stuffed into your hot cunt, hmm?"

"And my ass, baby," my wife squealed gleefully, stretching her arms as she sat upright. Still looking at my crotch, she saw the bulge that had grown. "Hmm, didn't I fuck you enough this morning -- you still got some more meat in there for me?"

As much as I wanted to fuck her again, duty was calling. I was going to be late for a meeting with some colleagues. I could blame it on traffic, but if indeed the traffic sucked today, I'd be really fucking late. I was going to have to skip breakfast as it was. "Oh, of course, but -- maybe you should just save your energies for your boyfriend later today, and let me get you again tonight."

Sitting upright now on our bed, Kitty's grin dissipated from her pretty face, and she pouted with a sour tone. "Honey, you sure it's okay I'm going to Joseph's for the weekend? It is the holiday, and all, you have the day off."

She'd been asking me about ten times a day for the last week, and I didn't budge from my resolute answer. "Once again, baby, it's fine -- we can be together all morning until Joseph gets here, then, I mean, you haven't seen him for like a month, I know its important to you."

"You," my wife called to me, "are important to me, too, baby -- you know I love you, don't you, David?"

I don't know if my face was smiling at that moment, but my heart was. "And I," said her husband, who was head over heels in complete and unadulterated and unconditional love for her, "am so in love with you, Kitty."

My face hid the thoughts percolating between my vacuous skull. It was a very common thought I had, one that never had fully resolved itself in two years of living with her.



Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 02



[Author's note: This is part of a continuous story, it's not really a stand-alone chapter. I recommend reading the parts continuously, and not jumping into it cold.]



Kitty doesn't just tell me, her husband, that she loves me. She says "I love you" to a lot of men -- long-time boyfriends, recent ones, even one-time lovers. She's the sweetest person ever, because, she truly always means it. She's never leading anyone on; instead, she has nothing but lust and love for each of the men in her life, wanting all of us to be completely happy, and to be fully satisfied, as best as she can, with the limited time most of her married or attached boyfriends have for her.

I suppose, if you were a complete moron like that guy Pete we'd end up meeting a couple of weeks later, you might think she was a fucking tramp, a liar, or simply clueless what the definition of "love" is. But she's none of those things.

I think, instead, you just need to know what she means when she says "I love you" to someone.

That's a difficult thing to know, however.

* * * *

It was the Thursday before the long Fourth of July weekend, which was going to begin on the next day, Friday the Fourth. Kitty's soft breaths fell on the beads of sweat dotting Rick's muscular chest, as the mid-day sunlight bathed both of their bodies in golden warmth through our guest bedroom's window. As she lay her small body along his long, rigid frame, she felt his own deep sighs pushing her little body back and forth, swaying with the rising and falling of his muscle-bound ribcage. Lying on her side next to him, she parted her knees slightly more, pressing her sloppy, used vagina against Rick's powerful hips, and her one arm draped across his six-pack stomach so her small breasts and still-hard nipples hugged her lover a little more tightly.

Flicking her hair back, her beautiful, slanted, brown Asian eyes looked so petite next to her gorgeous boyfriend. He was dreamy to her -- half-Latin, half-white, not quite 40 years old, Rick had close-cut dark curly hair over a strong, boyishly-young face, scared from mostly-healed cuts and bruises he voluntarily obtained during his amateur MMA workouts on weekends. The Regional VP at a major, household-name bank, his dress shirt and slacks were money all the way, custom made, dry cleaned after each wearing. His chest was a rock -- sporting his powerful six-pack stomach and muscular pectorals and tight little brown nipples. There wasn't a drop of flab on his six-foot-four body, the perfect complement to his GQ-quality face.

Neither the handsome married male nor his Asian mistress were sleeping, but they were recharging after a furious, heated session of their typically animal and passionate sex. Clutching her sexy boyfriend's hulky body, not a drop of fat on it, Kitty found herself giggling, almost laughing out loud. She felt Rick stir and look at her, and she explained. "Ohhh fuck I'm sore," she panted, "you've really worn me out today?"

"I did, huh?" He pushed his hip in the direction of her vagina pressing against it, imparting a little bit of pressure against her allegedly sore pussy. "You saying you don't wanna stay for another hour, and get more of Mr. Happy stuffed inside your hot little pussy?" Rick had named his cock.

Although sensitive to contact, the grinding of his manly hip and the thought of more sex with him made her ache for his sex again. My wife lifted her chest a bit, sliding above his, so his firm little pale-pink nipple was below her face. She stuck her tongue out, swirling around his nipple, then licking some of his sexy flat chest. "Mmmm, I'm saying since I have you here, I better get as much of Mr. Happy into my pussy as you can give me!"

Her boyfriend's broad paw slipped down her little body, cupping her perspiry soft buttocks in his flattened palm and stroking the sweat and juices off of it. "God, you know, Kitty," the cheating husband mused with a touch of melancholy in his normally playful voice, "I'm never as happy anywhere else as I am with you -- don't you wish we could do this a lot, lot, lot more often -- and not have to be sneaking around on my wife and your husband?"

With her nude body wrapped over his athletic physique, feeling their deep breaths catching up from awesome lovemaking, Nadia found the concept extremely welcoming, making her body relax in a warm, light-headed daze. "Mmmm," she purred at his thought, "that would be divine -- you make me feel sooo good, baby."

"Both of us feel soo good," corrected her boyfriend, now using both of his hands to cup her buttocks and slide her little body on top of his. "It's not right, how we only get a few hours every few days, seems like it should be all the time!" His lips touched hers, opening them for a soft, romantic kiss, while his increasingly-hard 9.5 inches of cock throbbed heat on her tummy abdomen, until he had slid her all the way up and could touch his massive, swollen cockhead to Kitty's married vagina.

"Yess!" my slutty wife yelped, feeling him positioning her body over his, "fuck me, Rick!"

Right at the moment his dick was about to penetrate her pussy, the handsome, bronze-skinned stud moaned his thoughts into their sealed lips. "I love you, Kitty!"

"Mmmm, Rick!" My wife, eager to feel his awesome cock inside her pussy again and her heart filled with satisfaction, also let him know her honest feelings too. "I love you too, baby, so much -- fuck my little cunt!"

Maybe an hour later, or so, as she was standing on the floor of our guest room slipping on her panties, she heard Rick's voice from behind her, where he was still seated upright on the queen-size bed. "God your ass is so hot," he moaned, and followed up his comment with a small throw-pillow that he tossed in her direction. It landed gently against her butt, forcing my wife to stand upright before she was ready, leaving the panties in a bunch around her knees.

"Hey!" she exclaimed in mock anger, turning around. "Do you wanna go to lunch now, or what? I don't think you want the attention of me going out naked, you're a married man with a hot job at the bank, mister."

The still-nude male, his eyes roving over my wife's A-cup breasts and bald pussylips, snickered with a hunger unrelated to food. "Instead of sneaking out for a burger," he offered, "maybe we can just stay here until I have to get back to the office?" His eyes were fixated on the dripping liquid seeping out of Kitty's vagina. "Then you won't have to put any clothing over that hot little cunt, baby."

Standing upright on display for him, Kitty wiggled her legs, loosening her panties, so they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them, nude again, and started to head back for the bed. "I like that idea better, my love," she grinned, her cunt still hungry for his massive cock even though he'd already deposited three loads of sperm inside it.

He snickered at a happy thought, looking at her across the room. "You know what idea I like, baby?"

"Hmm mm?" she denied, shaking her head as she stepped towards to the bed. "What's that idea?" Her eyes soaked in the sexy sight of his powerful, muscular chest and arms, ripped with muscles, below his boyishly handsome face.

His eyes were aglow. "The idea that we can be like this all the time -- you and me, together, not sneaking around -- just, you know, all the time, naked, or doing whatever, having fun." A melancholy scowl crossed his lips, his voice dipping a bit in energy. "I think about that, don't you? Don't you ever thing, how fucking happy we'd be, just, like, together all the time?"

My wife, not wanting to disappoint him, didn't really explain her full reaction to that. "That's a happy thought," she did say, and meaning it. Whether it was realistic or not, that was entirely a different question. But the seed was planted, unknowingly.

Rick smiled at her positive response. "So, baby, you busy when I'm done with work today, maybe we can hook up for a few?" The wheels in his mind were turning, as he was thinking about something, which he revealed to be his own calendar. "Tomorrow's the Fourth, I gotta take my kids some places, so that's out. How about Saturday, like, late afternoon, I can say I've gotta go into the office or something?"

Kitty stood patiently beside the bed, frowning because she would have to disappoint him. "Nah," she shrugged, "sorry, Saturday, I'm -- well, we're going to a wedding -- gonna eat up the whole weekend, I think. And, uh, I don't think I'm available later this afternoon, I -- have an appointment." She wasn't lying about either that afternoon or the weekend; she just wasn't revealing some of the details of her plans. Kitty felt he didn't need to know; in fact, from everything she knew about Rick, he probably didn't want to hear the truth.

"Well, then," he sighed, reaching a hand out to his beautiful, petite Asian mistress, "we'll have to spend the rest of our time today doing what we would have done this weekend!"

Crawling up to him, leaning her face down to start sucking his beautiful, smelly penis, Kitty had a moment of concern about something else. She had expected to spend only an hour or so with Rick in the early afternoon; she had a "coffee date" scheduled for 3 o'clock, with a married guy she met on the Internet in a chatroom for local singles. She'd seen pictures of the guy's prick; she fully hoped that she'd be putting more than coffee into her mouth, and that the date would run into the early evening. But would she still be in condition, after this marathon fuck-fest with Rick and his incredibly large penis?

Taking one look at his boyishly-handsome, but manly-scarred face -- above his muscular torso and super-sized penis -- Kitty knew what she wanted. The day would take care of itself later. Right now, all she wanted was to be with Rick.

* * * *

It was an oppressively hot early afternoon, that Sunday of the three-day weekend for the Fourth. In fact, the entire weekend had been hot. I'd been alone at home since Friday afternoon, and I kept myself inside almost the entirey time, it was too painful to voyage out into that heat.

As I stood in our kitchen straightening up some junk in the cabinets, I heard the familiar roar of a "hog" -- Harley Davidson motorcycle -- rumble up our secluded driveway. With Kitty's and my house buried behind trees at the end of a private cul de sac, no one visited us back here, way off of the highway in a less-dense distant suburb of our large metropolis an hour away, without intending to be here. I knew exactly who it was.

It was much earlier than I expected, barely past noon. Normally, she didn't back home with Joseph until around dinner time on a Sunday.

I toyed with the idea of staying in the house, hiding as it were, but I trudged outside into the hot sun. Joseph, one of Kitty's regular boyfriends, was straddling his hog in the middle of our driveway, with my wife standing on the ground and leaning up against him. She is so fucking petite compared to Joseph. A portly man in his late 30s, he had a trimmed beard, leather jacket and gruff eyes that suggested he was a bad ass with a blue-collar background. In fact he was a computer programmer, single, with a proclivity for pizzas, beer and online sex. She'd known Joseph years longer than me, which by now was quite a long time. It was merely coincidence that he lived only about three hours from me.

"Hey, back so soon?" I cautiously strolled up to the two, knowing Joseph had never gotten completely comfortable around me. Here he was, an older, single guy who had developed a years-long online relationship with a horny 20-something Asian girl who'd gotten married too soon, to a young man who didn't know what she really wanted, because she herself didn't know. Then the girl moves to a nearby state three hours away, to marry some other schmuck (that would be me.) Now Joseph got to see her in person, for long weekends, time to time, and those online orgasms had now become real-life orgasms. I mean, how lucky was Joseph that Kitty was marrying a second hubby who was entirely willing to let Kitty meet Joseph in person and spend weekends with him. But, you know, I understood Joseph was a little wary of me. Joseph always viewed me cautiously, like I was going to play a trick on him or something. I didn't fault him for feeling that way; there was unequal power here, he got to treat Kitty like a girlfriend for a weekend here and there, whereas she slept in my bed as my wife most of the year.

The guy with even more rolls of fat than me was wiping his hands off, while my wife stood hip-to-hip with him, her hand on his chest. "Yeah," he explained to me with his country drawl, "I gots to get back, got another fuckin' party or somethin' tonight, with the sister and all, gotta help them clean up the mess we made last night."

Kitty had her overnight bag slung on her petite shoulder, which I retrieved from her, allowing her to stand on her tippy-toes and lean over to kiss Joseph on his lips. "Wish you could stay, a while," she pouted, smiling playfully to let him know what she would like continue doing. "Don't you want to eat or anything before you go back out?"

The hog roared to life, giving us his first answer. "Naw, really got no time," he apologized, revving up the engine loudly before letting its sounds reduce to a more livable rumble, "I wish, you know that -- next time, baby, we'll have more time together."

"Awww!" My wife blushed, leaning into him again, both hands now gripping the two unzipped sides of his leather jacket to steady herself as she moved her mouth towards his face. "I can't wait, baby, come back soon!"

She placed a soft kiss on his lips which he returned, but his eyes fluttered in my direction. He wasn't comfortable.

Kitty giggled, stepping back, smiling sweetly at his eyes. "I love you, Joseph, thanks so much for another great weekend!"

"Love you too, baby." He sat back on his bike, making the engine explode with more noise, which made the ground under my feet quake. Then he looked at me and smiled affably. "See you around, partner."

My wife stood at my side, my arm around the small of her back, as Joseph's bike turned around then zipped out of sight with yet more noise. She was sore from clutching his belly for a three-hour bike ride, but she had a bounce in her step as we went into our house. "So you knew we went to his niece's wedding?" she explained to me, allowing me to put her in the kitchen and make lunch for her. "It was pretty nice, we were up really late, but then had to leave early."

"Sounds fun." I chuckled at an image I had. "So how were you introduced to his family and friends -- his girlfriend?"

"Oh, yeah, of course," my wife answered without hesitation or guilt. "I've met lots of them before. I'm the out of town girlfriend." Then she laughed at some thought before sharing it with me. "Hell, David, they keep on asking when Joseph and I are gonna get married too!"

In the midst of making a garden and seafood salad for her, I snickered. "Yeah, did anyone tell them you're already married?"

Kitty didn't answer, just wiggling her petite nose at me and taking a sip of soda. "Well, they know we sleep together, his brother even vacated their motel room for a while so Joseph and I could, you know--" Her knowing little snicker didn't need explanation, but she loved teasing me with these kinds of thoughts. "So we could, ya know, carry on like boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Oh," I joked, sliding her the bowl with her lunch, "you mean, so you could let Joseph shove his fat penis into your twat."

"Mmm!" Her eyes lit up as she relished the memory. "Yeah, that!" Testing my handiwork, she leaned back in her chair at the kitchen table and mused on the flavors in her mouth. "Good, honey, I like it."

I put my own salad next to her, taking me seat gingerly. I had a question I wanted to ask, but didn't want to seem too anxious or annoying about it. You'd think, after her coming home from so many dates since we'd started living together, that this part of the conversation would not be so difficult to me. I just didn't want to disappoint her, or make her feel she was obligated to do something that wasn't really her plan.

"So, um, Kitty -- it's Fourth of July and all, well, technically, it's the Sixth -- if you didn't already have plans for tonight, would you feel up for some wine and a picnic in the park by the lake later? It's still good weather today."

My playful wife had food in her mouth, which she swallowed before answering. "No," she laughed, smiling at me, just curtly shooting down my suggestion. "No, David, I do have plans." Then, allowing a pregnant moment to drive up my anxiety, she giggled, "I have plans to get very, very laid this afternoon and tonight."

"Oh!" See, I had no idea; sometimes she makes two or even three dates (well, that rarely) with other men for a single day, so it wasn't surprising she'd had plans to see another boyfriend later today. "Well, I didn't know, sorry--"

Kitty was toying with me, teasing me relentlessly. "David, honey," she announced with some mocking scolding in her voice, "it's you -- my plan is to get you very naked, and have you fuck my tight Asian pussy all afternoon and night -- think you can do that, baby?"

The smile on her sweet face was awesome, all at once disarming, loving, and slutty. The girl just like sex, and today it was my turn to entertain her.

"I fucking love you," I winked, wolfing down my salad to get to the good part of the day. (Hey, I was fucking hungry.)

"And," my slutty wife agreed, "I love you too -- so hurry up, eat, let's go fuck!"

* * * *

When she started her first fully day back after the holiday weekend, Kitty realized she had gone long enough without a really huge cock. Sex with Joseph over the weekend was nice -- fun, romantic, kinky -- but, he couldn't really stretch her out with his six and a half inches of cock. Similarly, while her hubby's five and a half inches could go rounds and rounds, my wife's cunt wasn't exactly pushed to the limits when I fuck her. It had been since Thursday that she'd really been pounded by an eight-inch or longer dick, and my petite little slut decided it was time to put an end to the wait.

"Hey, there, Rick, you busy?" My giggling, playful wife poked her head into Rick's well-appointed corner office, on the tenth floor of his corporate building. Her sexy Latin boyfriend was seated neatly in his pressed white shirt and silky red-and-blue tie, behind a dazzling large oak desk with computer to one side and stacks and stacks of glossy reports on the other. Behind him lay a view out of wall-to-wall windows of the tree-lined, grassy park in what passes for the downtown section of our busy suburb. A leather sofa stretched across one wall; four leather chairs occupied a large space behind his desk, near the window, arranged around a small table. The only access to Rick's personal bathroom -- with granite countertops and even a small shower -- was through a door in the back corner of the office. Artwork and his children's school drawings covered most of the wall space, other than a picture of the founder of the bank.

With the mid-day sun streaming through the windows behind his head, she couldn't see his dark eyes to well. But she saw the surprised gape of his mouth on his face. "Well, well," he purred with a sinister giggle, "look what the Kitty dragged in?"

Kitty turned over her shoulder, catching a waive from Rick's hand-picked administrative assistant, Meldy, who stood behind a row of wooden cabinets that sort of hid the doorway of Rick's office from the building's marbled hallway. Meldy (short for Esmerelda) was one of those secretaries the males wanted to have so they could brag about her to other guys -- she was a curvy Latina, maybe five foot three, with a C-cup bust over a tiny size-0 waist, and draping, dark curly hair cascading down her slender shoulders and back. She always wore too much makeup and jewelry, with usually fifteen or more rings on her eight fingers. But, if Meldy was anything, she was hip to Rick's several-month affair with Kitty. Having allowed Kitty to his door without anyone else in the bank noticing, Meldy winked my Asian wife good-bye and made sure the coast remained clear while Kitty was with him.




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 02



My horny wife sauntered up to the front of his desk, letting her boyfriend admire her petite body. She was wearing a wrap-around dress that, when buttoned at her side, effectively looked like a tight sundress. It had a single strap over one shoulder, but a conservative cut that covered her breasts entirely. It hung knee-length, not giving away what she might have underneath it. Assuring that his full attention was turned to her, Kitty slipped around his desk, leaning against the edge of it opposite his computer, resting her little fanny on the wooden corner. "So are you really too busy for a few minutes with me, Rick baby?"

He'd received her first email of the morning, asking for a rendezvous. He wanted to, but probably was too busy with work, he told her -- maybe later in the week, he was hoping to "arrange" something. When her other well-hung boyfriends were equally unavailable, Kitty decided to test whether he really meant "no" to her. She'd made surprise appearance as my office in the past -- she had a fetish for risky sex, such as in public or in an office -- but this was her first visit to a boyfriend's office for that purpose.

His deep brown eyes were glued to the sight of her body in the tight dress, the hills from her bra and the sleek curve of her slender hips. "Well maybe I have a couple of minutes," he moaned, pushing his chair back from the desk. As he parted his legs, his slacks showed a bit of a bulge in his crotch.

"Good," my wife muttered, sitting her ass on the corner of the desk, while slipping her sandals off. With her hands grasping the edge of the desk, she reached one tiny foot out, placing it on the front edge of his chair, right between his thighs, right in front of his muscled ass. "Because your little slut wanted some of your attention today." Then she corrected herself: "Actually, your little slut NEEDS some of your attention today, honey." She lifted her naked foot off the chair, brushing her small, red-painted toes over his balls and cock in his pants, then softly placing the balls of her foot against his growing erection. He didn't stop her, in fact spreading his thighs more widely, as she put some pressure against his penis with her foot.

Rick's eyes glanced to his door, knowing Meldy would probably keep out any unwelcome visitors, at least for a little while. "You little cockloving whore," the admiring financial professional chuckled at the slut sitting in front of him, masturbating his dick with her foot, "you're gonna get us both in trouble, you know that?"

"Awww, am I?" She didn't sound convinced, but she acted innocent about it. "Really -- so, what, you want me not to show you this?"

With that, she unhooked the button at her side, and her whole wrap-around loosened immediately. She watched her boyfriend gasp as she pulled the sides of her dress away from her body -- not taking it off, the single strap was still secured over her shoulder -- but revealing her undergarments. Kitty let his eyes fall on the black matching set of a lacy, see-through bra and frilly string thong, barely covering her just-shaved bald cunt. Her boyfriend approved, his eyes riveted at the sight of her nipples showing through the bra, and her slit of her cuntlip a dark line inside the lacy thong. Kitty leaned back, her foot still on his almost-fully erect cock in his pants, spreading her thighs as she placed one hand behind herself on his desk. "Maybe you want me to cover this up, hmm?"

It was a sexy bra-and-thong set that I'd gotten her a couple of weeks earlier, she had just never had occasion to use it. She told me -- promised me -- she'd put it to good use. Today, she figured, this was good use. And she knew I'd approve.

Rick's dick was almost its full nine and a half inches, stretching out a visible tent in his dark slacks, using his powerful cock muscle to make his dick move against her small foot pressing on it. His eyes bore toward her crotch, the soft upper thighs against her dark thong, the leaking wet pussy inside. Seeing her admiration of the thong, Kitty removed her foot from his cock and stood up on his floor, a couple of feet in front of him, brushing her dress off of her shoulder. The useless garment fell to the floor, leaving her facing her boyfriend in the bra and thong. Spinning slowly, pushing her ass towards him, she turned around and let him stare at her almost-naked butt, the string of the thong completely digging into her asscrack as if it wasn't there. With her face swung around her shoulder to look back at him, she moaned at his gaze on her little body and butt.

"Mmm, baby," my horny wife gasped, "you like my new outfit? I wore it just for you, honey." She parted her thighs, bending over at her waist all the way forward so her torso was horizontal, holding herself up with one hand on the desk. He could see her cuntlips from behind now, visible through the thong. "Does it give you any ideas, sweetie?"

Muffled male voices could be heard through his closed door, with Meldy's high-pitched squeak talking back to them. Rick cast his eyes in the direction of the noise, then at his girlfriend's hot ass. "Oh I have ideas," he admitted in a whisper, "but very bad ones -- very, very bad ones."

Kitty, too, paused at the sounds of the noise. Meldy was talking a mile a minute, maybe lying to cover for him or something. But, for once, her risky behavior actually seemed to have caught up with her.

Rick, however, wasn't going to let the opportunity pass. He stood up, cock-tent bulging out of his crotch, and took my wife's hand while niftily scooping up her dress on the floor with his foot. "Come here, bitch," he giggled, leading her into his private bathroom. Shutting and locking the door, the two of them had complete privacy, in a very secure, clean little room.

"Mmm, baby," Kitty snickered at their little escape, standing up against her tall boyfriend on her heels. With her small hand clasping over the shape of his erection in his pants, she offered her lips up to his. "Sooo good to see you baby, I've missed you sooo much since last week." His mouth didn't wait to press into hers, and she welcomed his strong, thrusting tongue, her senses filled with the aromatic divinity of his expensive cologne and aftershave. The man has great taste. His hips ground his erection against her hand, while he fucked her mouth with his long tongue, thrusting it into the back of her mouth as far as he could.

She knew what she wanted, and she dropped to her knees to get it. "God I missed this too," my wife murmured, unfastening his belt then unzipping and unbuttoning his dark slacks, seeing his underwear stretching over his bone. With urgency, both of them pushed his briefs off of his ass and halfway down his legs, freeing the constrains on his 9.5 inch monster cock, thicker than her fist, huge cum-filled balls dangling under it. "Ohhh, shit, yes, mmm!" Kitty immediately grabbed the fat base with one hand, pointing the missile at her face, and her other hand cupped and stroked his sensitive balls. Her mouth opened and swallowed his fast head, sucking it greedily, pushing a good couple of inches of his amazingly large dick into her hungry wet mouth.

Voices were now in Rick's office, both Meldy's as well as a couple of other people, males. They were looking for something -- papers or something, not Rick. Meldy must have made excuses for him. They were relatively safe in the bathroom, but had to be quiet.

Rick's voice, thus, was barely a whisper. "Suuuuuck it," he hoarsely moaned, breathing out in a long-drawn gasp, "suuuuck it you sluuuuuut!"

"Mmmm, ohh uhhh huh!" She was gagging on his cock, shoving it into the back of her mouth, salivating all over it, even drooling. Her fingers couldn't reach all the way around his shaft, as she pumped her hand on the thick, concrete base of his penis, while her mouth swallowed and sucked the upper few inches. "Mmmm, so good, soooo good, oh god," she groaned as my slutty little wife gulped the man's incredible prick. "Ohhh fuck, ohhh fuck!"

She saw him laughing, and she realized he was listening to the voices; she did the same, whomever it was out there, they were sitting on the chairs by the windows -- right near the door of the bathroom. He put his finger to his puckered mouth, the universal symbol to be quiet, and she nodded.

Rick leaned down, putting his mouth to her ear, whispering so quietly even she had trouble hearing it. "Can you be totally quiet, baby?" he asked.

She nodded, but she wasn't sure she could. Kitty was a screamer.

He stood upright, popping his cock out of her wet mouth, and then he pulled my wife to her feet. She was so much shorter than him, six-foot-four versus not even five feet. He grabbed Kitty's slender hips and lifted her onto the granite countertop, right next to the sink, plopping her little body on the front edge. She giggled without making noise, grabbing the edges with both her hands, leaning back. Rick took hold of my wife's skinny ankles, spreading her legs wide apart, holding her body on the countertop while he split her wide open. Hooking her legs over his elbows, his hands freed, he reached to her crotch and stuck a finger between her thong and her body. His powerful finger hooked the thong and pulled it completely to one side, exposing her slick, bald pink cunt to his cock.

She wanted to scream out so badly, so horny for him. "Uhh huh," she encouraged breathlessly, "do it, fuck me!"

Kitty stared down at the sight of his amazingly huge penis nearing her twat, and she gripped the counter with more force, steadying herself, letting her legs rest on his strong muscled arms. He tossed his tie over his shoulder, and unbuttoned the lower few buttons of his shirt so that it didn't completely cover his cock and her pussy. She could now see his ripped abdomen, ready to pound his meat into her. With her body in position, the huge rounded head of his penis kissed her wet slit, finding her spot, and he rammed forward.

"Mmm--" Kitty started to moan, but she caught herself, just before Rick slapped his palm over her mouth to shut her up. She laughed, and he acted all put off and unhappy, but he didn't pull back. His rock-hard cock started fucking her, moving into her tight cunt slowly, stretching her little pussylips apart, driving against the pressure in her pussy. Kitty was panting against his hand hard on her mouth, looking up at her loving boyfriend in adoration. She tried moving her legs apart more, to let him fuck her more easily. It was painful, propping herself up on the hard stone surface on her butt, right at the edge, while his cock was driving into her. But the huge dick in her pussy felt wonderful, exactly what she wanted.

The two of them didn't say a word, just breathing and gasping hard, both of them staring down at the sight of his enormous Latin prick stuffing into her tight bald Asian cunt. He had a good five inches, then six, pushing in and out, the rest of his fat shaft and balls glistening wet while she leaked all over him. He drove harder, deeper, making her wince and want to scream loudly. The voices were still out there, they were two young guys using Rick's office while he was out, talking about sports or his secretary and other stupid shit. They had no clue that, behind the door of his bathroom, their boss was fucking a very horny, slutty 29 year old married woman.

He removed his big hand from her mouth, leaning down to put his lips in its place. Her eyes half-closed in lust, my wife let out a soft moan for him right before they embraced. "I love you baby," she gasped to him, just as his lips closed on her, his tongue invaded her mouth, they started kissing madly while he continued to fuck her gushing-wet vagina. His huge cock was driving in even deeper now, really stretching her out wide, just as she wanted. Kitty wanted so badly to scream, to let out the energy building in her lungs caused by his sensational, thick erection plowing deep and deforming her cunt so much; it was making her laugh, now, as she tried to contain her sounds to nothing more than panting and inaudible moaning.

She felt herself about to cum, still hearing the males talking outside the door, feeling Rick's wonderful erection so deep in her pussy, pumping in and out. Kitty closed her eyes hard, as if fighting off the orgasm, but then it hit. Her body erupted; her legs grew week, her clitoris sizzled, her nipples inside her bra grew painfully hard. Her mouth opened but made no noise, her tongue just stuck out and froze while the climax shot through her body. Gasping, wincing, almost crying, my wife had her first-ever totally quiet orgasm from the extremely manly 9 and a half inches of super-fat meat shoving into her pussy.

Sweating everywhere, light-headed, she cried a little as the cum subsided, the pain of keeping it quiet now gone too, her body burning and on fire. Looking up at her lover, she wanted to kiss him hard, but he was listening to the men outside the door. They were leaving; gathering their things, leaving the office. Meldy's voice could be heard, she was kicking them out, it seemed. Good girl.

Rick exhaled as it seemed the coast was clear, and Kitty whimpered, sucking in air, then moaning as she let her boyfriend keep fucking her. "Mmmm, yeah, baby, mmm yeah," she cried to him, her voice weak, "fuck your little slut, honey, fuck me!"

He didn't want to, but he saw the writing on the wall. "We gotta stop, baby -- you know that."

My wife had tears in the corner of her sexy slanted eyes, but because she loved the fucking. "I know, baby," she agreed with a frown, "I know -- but I want you to cum in me, honey!"

The tall, muscular, amateur MMA fighter nodded, grunting as he thrust his cock as hard into her bent little body as he could, making her want to scream again. Leaning his face forward against hers, not kissing her but rubbing her cheek to cheek, Rick breathed hard and pumped his sexy body back and forth harder and faster, holding her body firmly with her legs still hanging over his elbows. He fucked my wife powerfully, plunging into her wet little hole, as his orgasm drew near. "Uhhhh, baby," the married stud grunted to his mistress, "fuck, yeah."

"Yesss!" Kitty was trying to milk his penis with her pussy, trying to get him to cum hard. "Cummm, baby, do it Rick!"

He sort of nodded, his eyes closed, thrusting hard. He was there. She felt his shaft exploding, the tell-tale ripples through the soft underside of his penis as it pumped semen into her body. She couldn't help herself, she yelped at the delightful feeling. "Uhhh -- YEAH, baby, YEAH!" Her second orgasm hit her at that moment, and the world became dizzy, she felt like she passed out, her entire body filled with energy and her limbs grew weak. Still feeling Rick's awesome cock spurting seeds of his love into her, Kitty whined and began a light cry through her orgasm, her spasms inside her vagina gripping and squeezing Rick's penis while he too was having his climax. "Mmmm, baby, yesss, oh god!"

"Kitty, oh Kitty," her lover snarled, kissing her sweaty forehead, "god, baby, I love you!"

"Yesss!" She kissed the side of his neck, right above his stiff collar. "I love you, Rick, I love you -- fuckkk!"

There, he had expended himself inside her. They kissed, hard, as he pulled out, juices dripping down his rigid shaft and streaming in waves down her slender thighs.

"Oh my god," the boyfriend panted as he pulled back from her, gazing at the mess of her vagina, "oh my god, baby, that was sick fun, you're amazing."

Kitty had to exhale and catch her breath, before answering. "No, you are -- god, Rick, I was sooo hot for you -- I love you, baby!"

* * * *

My cellphone rang as I was eating lunch, and from the ring tone I knew it was my lovely wife. I was still sore from fucking her most of the afternoon and evening the previous night, when she got back from her weekend at Joseph's. "Hey, baby," I answered, putting my food to the side as I swung my feet up on my desk.

"David?" Her voice was soft, tired. "Hey, can you talk a little bit?"

"Yup, sure." I leaned out of my chair to close my door, giving myself privacy. My cock was already growing hard, figuring she might have something sexy to tell me. "So what's up, baby?"

I heard a giggle from my wife, and it was another clue she had something very fun to tell me. "Well -- you sure you can talk a bit?"

"Yes," I stammered, wanting her to cut to the good part right off the bat, "yeah I can -- so where are you?"

She answered cheerfully, in a relaxed voice. "In my car -- I'm in a parking garage in the business district." Then, after a pause, she let me in on the secret. "Near Rick's office."

"Oh, Rick, huh?" It was no secret between us that she found the hunk the sexiest man of her boyfriends, with his amazing cock, wonderful demeanor, and sweet heart. They had as much fun laughing as they did fucking. "So, you got a date with him now?"

Her voice became a little more husky, a little slutty. "Oh, no." Then she laughed and her voice lowered yet again. "So, you know how you like me to visit your office, maybe do something your boss wouldn't want you to do?"

I chuckled at the memory of several blowjobs while she was under my desk, and I was on the phone with colleagues or clients. Even a judge once. But my imagination was leaping ahead in the conversation. "Oh, you little slut -- did Rick just get a blowjob in his office from some Asian hussy?" As I said it, I had to adjust my cock in my pants, it had grown almost fully erect as I pictured my wife going into another man's executive suite and screwing him in the middle of the business day. "You little cocksucking whore!" I was laughing as I said it.

"Oh, David," Kitty purred with delight in her voice, softly and slowly, "we did more than that -- you really wanna hear?" She knew I did, and she didn't have to wait to hear me say it. "Baby, okay, you know that sexy black bra and thong you got me, and said I could wear it for something special?"

I nodded, while gripping my achingly hard cock, picturing her awesome sexy body in it. "Oh yes, I do, that was one expensive little fucker."

"Well," laughed my playful wife, "I put it on, and took my wrap off, and showed it to him, and got him all hard while he sat at his desk." As she told me, I was rubbing my throbbing erection through my pants, picturing it all. I loved knowing she had hot sex with a really handsome, hung man. "Then, like, people were almost at his office, so we went into the private bathroom he has -- and they were, like, in his office even, while we were in the bathroom--"

I must have moaned, picturing the image, wanting to hear every detail. "And, baby, what were you doing in the bathroom, tell me?"

"Ohh god!" I heard her squeal, and I realized she was rubbing her pussy as she told me, sitting in her car. "David . . . it was sooo hot . . . I was so wet, he was sooo fucking hard, his cock is sooo sexy and big . . . huge . . . I really, really wanted a big cock today, baby -- I got him all hard, sucking him, then he put me on the sink and fucked me!" As she said that, I could picture it exactly, and I wanted to cum in my underwear at the thought of Rick's huge erection plowing into Kitty's pussy. She continued her tale. "They were talking out there while I cummed, I was sooo fucking wet -- I was fucking soaking -- cumming hard -- but I couldn't make noise, it was killing me -- you know I love to scream!" (As if I didn't know that.) "Then they left, and David, he stuck it all the way in me -- it was so good -- he came so hard, he unloaded his cum, he filled my hot slutty cunt with his cream, baby!"

My palm was flat, grinding on my erection, pressing it against my body through my pants. "Holy shit, baby -- that's so hot -- did this just happen, are you touching your pussy right now, is it all wet with his sperm?"




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 02



"Uh huh!" I heard her moaning at me louder, gasping. "Baby, I'm finger-fucking myself, it's a fucking mess -- all over me -- fucking soaking the thong, it's got Rick's smell all over it now, it's fucking covering my ass and legs, I'm so fucking wet!" She panted into the cellphone, then made me an incredible offer. "Wanna hear it?"

"Yesss," I muttered, eyes closing as I listened intently. I knew what she was going to do.

Kitty held the cellphone near her crotch, and instantly, I heard the sounds of her fingers fucking her drenched-wet pussy. Slick noises, clicking noises, squishy and wet noises. There was a rapid thumping and clicking, pulsing, as she pumped two fingers in and out of her fucked little vagina, thrusting in and out of the slick, sloppy wet hole.

After a few moments of that she put the phone back to her pretty face. "Did you hear that?"

"Ohhh, yes!" I shifted again in my chair, both feet on the desk, my ass flat on the chair so I could keep rubbing my dick harder. "Is that his sperm all over you, did Rick fill your married Asian cunt with his hot cream, you fucking dirty little whore?" 

"Mmm, yeah, David, he did, it's sooo good!" Kitty was masturbating furiously, frigging her fingers in and out, barely talking to me as much as she was remembering the sex with Rick from a few moments earlier. "Ohhh, shit, David, oooh fuck -- OHHHHH!" She had a little orgasm, whimpering and crying to me, while her body shook in her black VW Beetle. "Ohhh, baby, it was sooo good, soooo good!" Kitty needed a few seconds to gather her breaths, sitting quietly, panting, before speaking again. "Are you hard, David, thinking about your wife getting fucked by her hot married boyfriend?"

Rapidly pumping my hand on my cock, I felt my precum soiling my underwear, my balls aching now, wanting to cum. "Fuck yes!" I looked at my door, hoping no one would come in. "I'm so fucking hard -- you can make me cum in my pants, honey -- do you want me to, tell me more?"

My wife nestled herself into her car seat better before answering. "Mmm, yeah I do -- stroke your dick for me, honey -- you picturing me with Rick? I was sitting on his sink, my bra still on, my thong on but pulled to the side -- my legs over his arms, he's so fucking strong -- he was ramming his huge big dick into me, I was sooo fucking turned on, we were kissing hard, sucking tongues, then just panting together." She knew how to push my love buttons. "Your hot little wife was so turned on, baby, I wanted my boyfriend sooo fucking badly, begging him to fuck me, loving his huge big dick in me, I really, really wanted a big bone to stretch me out today!"

I felt my own orgasm nearing soon, really soon. "Yeah?" I was picturing it all, so turned on at what a slut she was. "Did you tell him you loved him? Did you exchange ILU's?" It was code we had between us, she knew what I meant. For some reason, the fact that she loves her boyfriends and tells them that is a turn-on for me. I suppose a psychoanalyst could have a field day on that one, but that's the bottom line.

"Uh huh!" She snickered, fully realizing the effect on me. "Yeah, your horny little wife loves her sexy boyfriend, I was panting, Rick I love you -- he told me he loved me, as he had his big cum in my little Asian pussy, baby -- mmm, it was sooo hot, it was awesome sex, just not enough of it!"

There, I lost it, my cock exploded with an orgasm. I flooded my underwear with semen, inside my pants, sweating as I leaned back on my computer chair. I'd done this before; the shit dries in about 30 minutes, and the smell isn't all that bad.

"Mmm, baby, cum for me," my wife gasped, listening to me moaning, then laughing a little at how perverted I am. She giggled at what she was hearing from my end, then Kitty's voice picked up again, more intelligibly. "God, David, I wanted to share that with you -- it was soo hot -- I'm still flustered, all horny -- I love you, baby!"

I grinned, horny as hell for hearing it, and loving that she included me in her fun for the day. "I love you too, sweetie -- so now what, you going out with him, or got another date, or what?"

"Ohhh no," she laughed. "Just one more man in my life today -- you!" Her voice turned sexy for me. "Now, get your hot cock home at a good time, so I can fuck you good and hard -- you still going on that trip this week?"

"Yeah, yeah," I told her. I was schedule to fly out on an early flight in a couple of mornings, the coming Wednesday, not to return until late Friday night. "Still gotta go -- I'm already missing you."

"Oh," she sweetly sighed, "and I you -- so, since I was gone this weekend and you'll be gone this week, it's just the two of us, tonight and tomorrow night, right? So you come home as early as you can, right?"

It was a deal. God, I love my wife.

* * * *

The excellent but brief fucking left Kitty in an overly horny mood. With a few hours to kill that afternoon after she returned home from fucking Rick, she wound up naked in front of the basement computer, looking for some good cybersex or webcam sex.

Kitty has several places she frequents online, different ways of finding boyfriends and dates -- both in person and on the computer. In her extra-horny moods, she goes to chatroom for local singles, where she can find men who might want to fuck her for real. Kitty is not one to do a one-night stand with a guy she doesn't know well; she prefers to really like a guy, so she can take satisfaction in pleasuring him with her body and lust. Thus, the chatrooms for singles haven't ever produced an actual date, if you don't count cybersex or phonesex. That's not a rule of hers, it's just how it worked out.

Still, the lure of finding some hung, horny male who lived near us was pretty intense, particularly when she was extremely horny like that afternoon. Spreading some of Rick's sexy semen around her thighs and pussy while she sat back at the computer, she logged into the chatroom as a cheating married woman named Jill -- one of her profiles for that particular website -- and looked over the inventory of chatters.

One caught her eye. "HotStud4Slut," or something like that, was his screen name. She hadn't seen it before, so she clicked on his profile. It took her breath away, it was not what she expected. "HotStud4Slut" was named Keith, or so he said, and he wrote the profile very specifically for that very afternoon. It said he lived in a distant city about a three hour flight away, and he was coming into our area tomorrow for a business meeting, and would be staying at a specific hotel near the airport. He was seeking, again very specifically, any horny sluts who might want to come to his hotel the night he arrived -- Tuesday night, it would be -- for no-strings-attached sex.

He also attached a picture of his penis. It was fabulous: probably eight inches, thick, hard as steel, pointy at the top and prodigiously thick at the base, with a fat thatch of dark pubic hair around it. The guy's skin was white, he said he was a married white male in his 30's.

The moment she saw that prick, she wanted to fuck it.

But, Kitty wasn't "that kind of girl," at least, not usually. (Get her into a bar, dressed like a slut, with lots of male attention, and a motel room key in her pocket -- well, then she might be.) She immediately contacted him, but first to find out a few things -- and see if he'd even be interested. Kitty still harbored, to that day, the unnatural belief that some males didn't find her sexy or attractive. She had yet to actually meet such a male, but in theory they might exist.

Kitty sent him a private message, the equivalent of an IM. It said something like, "I love your dick, I'm a married slut not all that far from the airport, do you like petite asian chicks?" Her profile had pictures of her body in a string bikini, but not her face, so she figured she'd know if he was turned on by her.

Bingo, target hit. The guy's reply message was almost instantaneous. "Fuck you're sexy! Yeah I love asian chicks -- especially horny married ones!" Then he linked her to his personal photos, and she pulled them up to see he was pretty sexy -- short-cut blonde hair, triangular face, hazel eyes, broad smile; an athletic body that wasn't muscular but very fit, hardly any flab or fat, and of course that awesome penis sticking out of his pelvis.

Kitty was in love immediately when she saw his face and his body together. So she engaged him in some teasing banter, meant to draw out his personality. She said he was extremely handsome, so was he good with the ladies? Keith admitted he was, having "friends with benefits" in most cities he visited. But he didn't have one in our area; it would be his first trip out here, and frankly, probably his last one for a very long time. He didn't need a friend, he needed a horny slut who wanted to fuck. Kitty didn't immediately identify herself as that horny slut, but instead asked him more about himself -- was he married, what kind of sex did he like, and so forth.

All of his answers were pretty much what she would have wanted to hear. Yes, he was married, but he wasn't getting good sex in his marriage, and frankly felt unappreciated. That's why he always tried to get some action on his trips. He was some kind of sales guy in the telecom industry, something to do with big expensive machines. He met a lot of geeky women on his trips -- quite a few were easy to fuck. No, he didn't think Kitty was "geeky," just sexy as hell.

The guy put up with a good ten or fifteen minutes of banter with Kitty, before getting down to business. "So, are you the kinda girl to meet a horny guy at his hotel for a night of pure adult fun?"

Sitting nude in front of her computer, her twat still leaking Rick's sperm, my lusting wife tried to restrain herself but she couldn't. "I definitely am!" she typed, but then added the important qualifier: "However, I'm not available tomorrow night -- are you still here Wednesday or Thursday nights?"

"FUCK," he wrote back, "no I'm flying out Wednesday afternoon straight after my meeting." Instead, immediately he offered a compromise. "But if you're free tomorrow afternoon," he wrote, "I can catch an earlier flight, and check in early to the hotel, I'd be there by like 2 I'm sure."

Now, that she could do.

Simmering in lusty thoughts for the sexy man, Kitty sat there, pausing at the idea of making a fuck date in a hotel with a man she'd never met before, online or otherwise. But, in her extremely horny state, staring at his gorgeous body, she was completely aroused. The idea of fucking his cock was making her madly horny for him.

"Yeah I can do that," she typed, her fingers almost shaking as she put the words on his screen, "if you think you'd wanna fuck me baby, I'd like you to -- you're hot!" Her pussy started to ache really bad as she typed it, hardly believing that in about 24 hours she'd be having sex with that very handsome, friendly man -- a completely stranger, basically, but one she really wanted to spread for.

Something of an expert at online dating, Keith didn't want to be led on. He asked if she could talk on the phone. Kitty responded right away with just the ten digits of the phone number of our second line at the house, used just for her phonesex and other sexual escapades. He called it like ten seconds later, and she found herself talking to a sweet but horny man, hungry for unbridled sex with a hot slut. Kitty promised him, that's what she was.

The conversation didn't last long, he had to go to a meeting for work. But she gave him her cellphone, and she received his, and they agreed to meet at 2 p.m. the next day for a few hours of sex.

"I promise, you're gonna fucking love it," her new friend told her.

Kitty moaned into the phone, her fingers rubbing her clit as they talked. "Mmm, so will you, baby!"

* * * *

"Mmm, fuck yes baby!" Kitty lifted her head, her sore neck straining after almost three hours of sex. Staring down the hunky male's fit, naked body, her brown eyes fixated on the guy's fat, long penis disappearing into her body, past the soft mound of her pussy. "God fuck me," she panted, out of breath, lungs sore from the afternoon's long workout, "fuck your little slut!"

Keith had already shot three loads of cum into her vagina plus the original one all over her titties, and she marveled that he had anything more to give her. But making out with intense kissing after his fourth orgasm brought his fabulous cock back to life, and there they were, going at it again for their fifth round. He was a demon, banging her relentlessly, his body never slowing down. No wonder he was in such good shape, hardly a drop of fat on his entire six-foot frame, with a runner's shapely, hairy thighs and a tennis player's wiry, muscled biceps and pecks.

She flattened her petite palms and pressed them hard against his sweaty, pumping torso, feeling his body moving over her while she squirmed on the hotel bed, the bed sheet soaking underneath her back and butt. Kitty kept her knees pulled to the sides, flattening out her slender Asian body, allowing her new friend to piledrive his erection in and out of her aching waterfall of a pussy.

"Mmm, yeah -- yeah, fuckkk!" She couldn't keep her head up any longer, letting it fall back onto the comfortable bed, just allowing her body to relax for a moment while the out-of-town traveler did all the work. "Oooh -- oooh -- ooh yeah, fuck me, fuck me!"

He was perspiring all over, literally beads of sweat dripping onto her smaller body while his 180-pound frame violently crashed into her body over and over. "Fuck yeah, Kitty," the married stud grunted, "you're so fucking hot, so fucking gorgeous, you've got me so hard!"

"Mmm -- OOOH!" My wife screamed to another orgasm, she'd lost count of how many; her little back arched upwards and her smallish breasts jiggled on her flat chest, as her eyes closed and jaw opened to let out a pleasured howl. "Uhhhh fuckkk! Ohhh, gawwwd!" Her hands were clenching his chest, fingers gripping his curly blonde chest hairs, all slick with sweat. He was a gorgeous beast of a man, she loved feeling his dick in her. "Uhhh fuck -- yeah, oooh yeah!"

His dick was pumping steadily, all the way into her, driving a full eight inches inside her vagina, then withdrawing until only the fat head was left between her sloppy-wet pussylips. The shaft was so well lubricated and Kitty was so loose from the hours of sex, he had no problem shoving it back inside rapidly, then withdrawing, then back and forth, in and out, screwing the married Asian slut relentlessly. His eyes remained down on her body, where they'd been the entire afternoon, watching her petite chest and perfectly-proportioned boobies, or her slim hips and slick shaved vagina, or her slender smooth thighs, all a creamy Asian color.

Keith's big hand slid under her head, cradling it, while his eyes fucked her skull with a penetrating stare. "God, Kitty," the hot male exhaled, nearing exhaustion, "you bring the best out of me -- you're fucking amazing!" He smashed his lips into her, for their umpteen millionth kiss, not waiting to push his tongue into her mouth. She opened her jaw and allowed the stranger to stick his tongue inside, where her smaller tongue met it and licked it, danced with it, her lips closing to suck more into her mouth. Their mouths moaned and deformed, teeth clashed together, faces turning to allow their tongues to drive deeper into the other lover's throat.

Her smallish hands wandered down his back now, over his muscular hairy butt, grabbing it tightly and pulling his dick into her well-fucked cunt even deeper. Now he wasn't pumping in and out, he just mashed his body into hers, grinding his hips into Kitty's pelvis, his erection buried all the way back inside her twat. As his ass still undulated back and forth, her pelvis circled and gyrated wildly, their male and female bodies grinding together and his cock impaled inside her twat. She pulled her legs even farther back -- her thighs, so sore from all the sex that day -- and really yanked his body hard into hers, sealing her stretched cuntlips around the enormously fat base of his cock, sticking Keith's amazing penis as deep into her married cunt as it could stretch.

She felt pressure so deep inside her, like his cock was in her throat. Kitty wiggled her pelvis to grind against his body on top of her, with that fat dong stuffed into her twat, and she moaned to yet another cum. "Uhhh -- FUUUCK! Ohhhh yesss, ohhhh fuck yessss!" The hotel room darkened, her eyes grew dizzy as every muscle in her body tingled with electricity. "Gawwd -- fuckkk! Ohhh, baby, fuckkk!"

His hands now grabbed her knees, yanking them apart, pushing them hard against her chest. Her tired muscles couldn't resist, she was a ragdoll in his manly grip. Exposing her red-hot, drenched-wet cunt to his pecker, Keith banged and humped his new mistress furiously, grunting, screwing her wet hole until he felt yet another orgasm building in his balls.

"Shit!" he screamed literally in pain, eyes shutting, neck straining, as the head of his cock felt like a pin or knife was being inserted into it. Whatever cum was in his balls poured out into Kitty's cunt, every last drop, his orgasm making him howl like a wounded animal. "Ahhhhghh, fuck!"

Suddenly, three hours of sex and loving was over, the two virtual strangers panting against each other, sweat covering each other's bodies, mouths open and weary eyes staring at each other. They kissed, softly, sucking air from one another's lungs, while he slipped his dick out of her disturbed pussy. All sorts of juices followed it, flowing out onto the hotel bed sheets, while the lovebirds continued to make out, kissing hard, her hands wandering all over the steely muscles of his back and buttcheeks.

"God -- goddamned," Keith blurted in shock, rolling onto his side right next to her, keeping her little body against his with an arm draped over her, "fuck, baby, you're amazing, whew!" He literally was trying to breath correctly, and not pass out from lack of oxygen. "Shit, Kitty, you bring out the animal in me, you're fucking unbelievable."

She, too, was rolling in ecstasy. "Nah -- Keith, honey, you were incredible!" Her eyes wandered over the sight of his handsome, strong face, his powerful jaw and neck, his hairy and muscular chest. It was fabulous to know she pleased a man as sexy as that. "I can see why you have a girl in every city -- you're fucking awesome!"

"No, you're awesome," he argued, followed immediately by a kiss that lasted quite some time. They moaned into each other's mouths, before they both had to catch a breath. That made each of them giggle as their lips parted, realizing that once they started making out, they just automatically snowballed from there into sex.

"Ah, shit!" Keith pulled his arm from her body, flopping onto his back on the bed sheets, staring up at the hotel room's ceiling. "Fuck, Kitty -- probably really fucking good you don't live near me -- or I'd be trying to get you in bed every fucking day!"

"Mmmm?" She liked the sound of that, it was sexy, and it made her feel good about herself. "Promise?" It was her turn to roll onto her side, scooting next to his body, which was still heaving with heavy breaths from the workout, as was hers. "Your little wife wouldn't mind, you having a nasty little toy slut to play with every day, hmm?" Giggling, knowing his family situation was just like most of her lovers, she placed a soft kiss on his sweaty shoulder -- his broad, muscled, smooth, powerful shoulder. Wow, he was a sexy man. "It'd be pretty awesome, wouldn't it?"

Keith looked at her, wondering why she was teasing him with the notion, then he relaxed and laughed with her. "Yeah, except, I'd probably chain you to me, so we could do this nonstop!" After a deep breath again, he put the question to her. "Well, I doubt I'll be back here, but if I can get an excuse to come her, you know I will -- in the meantime, you like fucking on the computer and phone, cyber and phone and stuff?"




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 02



"Mmm, do I!" Now he was speaking her language, and she painfully crawled her body over his, leaning her sweaty little torso onto his manly chest, one arm over him, her hips and legs still flat on the bed at his side, angling away from him. "I love it -- you gonna be my computer lover now, baby?"

They consummated their relationship with another kiss, and wound up smiling into each other's eyes.

Keith had a firm grip on reality. "I'm sure you have lots of boyfriends, don't you, Kitty?" When he saw her blush, he knew he was right. "That's cool, you're totally hot. I've got a few girls I play with. But--" He made sure she was looking at him, listening carefully, as he continued. "You know, I know we hardly know each other, we only met -- but, wow, I'm like, so into you, so fast -- you're hot and cute and sweet, and adorable, and so fuckable -- so, like, you know, I'm not like your only boyfriend -- but, maybe you know how it is, if you have that, like one boyfriend, the one you think about the most -- kinda your special one, among the others?"

"Mmm, yeah," Kitty gasped in agreement, although not really thinking hard about what he was saying. The words didn't sound like something she agreed with, but she was in no spirit to debate the issue. He could think what he wanted to think. She would just tell him what she was feeling. "You're special, you know that?" My wife moved up his body more, her chest really on top of his, both her knees together thrown to one side of his body, as her face was directly above her lips. "So you're my special friend, my special boyfriend now, right?"

As they made out again on the bed, she moaned at the realization she had just fucked an almost complete stranger, and immediately made him one of her boyfriends. It felt good, very good.

The hunky male panted again as they broke the kiss. "God, baby, I know we hardly know each other," he gushed with boyish delight, "but, I gotta say -- you're sweeping me away -- I hope you take this the right way, I mean, for what we have here -- all this hot fucking, and, just, fun together -- I really love you!"

Her brown eyes grew wide, her lips turning up in a broad smile. "Awww, that's sweet, Keith -- I love you too!"

She meant it.

His words came back to stick in her head, as she wobbled through the hotel's parking lot for her black VW Beetle. A "special" boyfriend? She didn't every like to pick favorites, or even compare the men together. But . . . there was a grain of truth to it.

Knowing she had to hurry home, or else traffic was going to delay her past my arrival from work, Kitty jumped into her car with the full intention of speeding away. But Keith's words made her pause, and on an impulse she whipped out her cellphone. It didn't mean anything, but she had the sudden desire to give someone a smile, a special someone. Only she would know the reason why, but that's why she was doing it -- confirmation of her feelings. Quickly typing in her speed-dial, she sent a text to someone.

"Just wanted to say, you're my SPECIAL man!" she wrote, giving her heart and body a warm feeling from singling out someone for unique treatment.

Then she hit "send," and the message was on its way to Rick.

* * * *

"OWWWW!" Kitty screeched with her trademark, high-pitched, shrill whistle, "ohhh, shhhhit . . . ohhhh, yesss . . . ohhh, Patrick, ohhhh, yesssss, YESSSS!" Her seventh orgasm of the hours was erupting through her body, her legs shaking uncontrollably while her boyfriend had his eight inches of married dick stuffed into the depths of her vagina. "Shit, ohhh yesss . . . ohhh, fuckkk . . . ohhh fuckkk . . . ohhh, Patrick, so fucking good, soooo good!"

He wasn't cumming himself, just allowing her to have another climax around his powerful bone, and having fucked my wife so many times over the past year he totally understood how to maximize her pleasure. He left his length erection inside her spasming twat until her cum subsided, and her body stopped gyrating so wildly as she bent over on her fours in front of him. Then, looking back over her shoulder, my wife grinned in a white-toothy smile at her lover, panting to catch her breath. "So fucking good, baby," Kitty told him, "sooo good, it's always sooo fucking good with you, ohhh fuck!"

The married father of three pulled his penis out of his longtime lover, flipping her sore body onto her back on the motel bed, and his broad hands pressed against her damp thighs to part her open again. The two of them had been alone in the motel room on the Wednesday afternoon for well over an hour. Climbing aboard he shoved his erection inside her stretched-open pussy again, and this time, he began hammering away until he climaxed himself. Gazing down at my beautiful wife, Patrick's steely blue eyes and chiseled jaw watched the emotions churning on Kitty's face while he fucked her. She was staring back up at him, eyes riveted on his handsome, loving face, his eyes full of affection for her and she knew it. It drove her closer to the edge each time, seeing how much love Patrick had for her. They were buddies, friends, and lovers, all of it.

"Fuck me," she commanded to her boyfriend, "fuck your little slut, Patrick, cum in me, I want you to cum in my cunt baby!"

He was working it, plowing her penis hard into her pussy, his fit body rapidly flopping up and down above her. "Yeah, honey," he gasped at my wife, now looking down past her A-cup titties to her flat abdomen and the sight of his married, 42-year old prick penetrating her twat. "You make me so hard, I love you so much, Kitty, I'm gonna cum so hard in you."

Music to her ears. Concentrating on the feeling of his massive bone so deep inside of her, putting pressure all the way inside her stomach even it seemed, Kitty allowed herself to sink back onto the overly-soft mattress and take the brutal rutting from her sexy boyfriend. ""Yesss, baby, I love you too, fuck me, cum inside me, I love you honey!" She put her fingers on her clitoris, two of them from one hand, just as he was sticking his cock even farther inside her pussy. Kitty could feel his toned abdomen smashing her fingers against herself, trapping her hand between their bodies as they fucked, with her cuntlips being stretched and her tight vagina penetrated so very deeply.

After five or ten minutes of fucking her on top, Patrick finally had his second orgasm of the early evening, roaring and unloading wave after wave of sperm inside my wife's pussy. "Ahhh fuck yeah!" shook the cheating husband, almost fainting at the light-headed dizziness accompanying his body-draining cum. "Ohhh, Kitty, I love you, it's sooo fucking good!"

She, too, had another cum, screaming passionately as she felt his penis squirting juices into her cunt. "OH SHIT YESSSSS BABY!" she screamed, so loud anyone else in the motel could hear her, but not caring. "YES PATRICK, OHHH!"

Then they both laughed, together, heartily, finding the severe pain and soreness funnier than hell. After a soft kiss with moans and probing tongues ended the laugher, Patrick fell into my wife's arms, their sweaty bodies rubbing together as they gasped and panted to reclaim their normalcy.

"Ohhh, fuck, Patrick," Kitty whined softly as she tried to regain feeling in her pussy, while her hunky boyfriend lay on top of her, pressing her into the motel bed, "it's been too fucking long, way too long -- but, that was fucking awesome, maybe it's worth the wait."

With his close-shaven head dripping sweat, he kissed Kitty on the lips one more time then rolled off. "Hah, yeah, I mean, you were on fire today -- but, baby, nothing's worth the wait." Sitting on his heels next to her, staring down at her naked body with his cum dripping with her pussy, he spread his thighs and showed off his lengthy penis caked in her cuntjuices. "I wish we could fuck two or three times a week -- like before."

Before his move, he meant. Patrick used to work and live about ten minutes from our house -- in opposite directions. Made it awfully convenient to stop by the house on his way to or from work, or even at lunchtime. Some weeks, it was almost a daily visit. He probably would have come by even more often, but he had always thought Kitty was cheating on her unsuspecting husband -- so, he couldn't come by when I was around. Although, it had happened plenty of times, Kitty had me sequester myself in the basement so the house appeared to be empty of her husband when he came over.

His gaze fell on the large, wrapped package on the dresser next to the ancient TV. Rubbing his sore legs to put some energy into them, he pushed himself off the bed and wandered over to the gift box, lifting it again and feeling its weight. "Fuckin' heavy -- are you gonna let me open it NOW, baby, hmm?" Patrick smirked back at her, referencing her mandate that she get a good fuck before he got his birthday gift. "Or do you have another assignment for me?"

"Naw, baby," Kitty chirped playfully, rolling onto her stomach and crossing her arms under herself. She put on a happy-go-lucky face, hiding some of her guilt about the gift. "I suppose you've earned it." Then, with a wink, she joked, "Or, close enough, at least."

She watched her boyfriend rip off the wrapping, then examine the expensive, multi-piece outdoor grilling set. To her delight, he eyes ate it up, and a broad smile crossed his face. "Fucking awesome," he exclaimed, reading the details of the various parts in the box. Brush, utensils, light, timer, even an electronic weight. "God, you really -- how'd you know? So fucking awesome, it's fabulous!"

Kitty was rewarded with a fat, juicy kiss on the lips, as he leaned over the bed to plant his mouth on hers. His long arm stretched out, his strong hand cupping and stroking her damp soft buttcheeks through the kiss. The touch on her derrier made her squirm, her sore pussy ache for a little more attention.

What she didn't tell him was, she didn't pick out the gift. She didn't even remember today was his birthday. She didn't arrange to get the motel room. No, her loving husband had done all of that. With her gone over the holiday weekend with Joseph, Patrick's birthday had skipped her mind. Fortunately for her, I checked her calendar and noticed, then bought a gift that a father with a house might want for himself. At my direction Kitty called him to make sure he could get a open up a couple of hours after "work," then I arranged for the motel room not far from his house to provide an opportunity for their renewed affair.

"For that wonderful gift -- for this entire afternoon, in fact," moaned her adoring boyfriend, continuing to kiss Kitty's sexy triangular, flat face, "you are so going to get fucked again!"

"Mmm -- really?" She could hardly believe he had more in him -- but, she wasn't going to disagree. She got to see him only about once every three weeks, since his wife made him move across state lines over an hour away.

Patrick was enjoying his day. "Yesss, really, baby -- traffic will suck if you try to drive home now, just tell your husband a nice little lie like you always do, and you can go in about an hour -- after I've had some more time to fuck you like the little cock-loving whore that you are!"

"Mmmm hmmmm," my wife purred into the kiss, feeling his hand more aggressively groping her buttcheeks, even now digging his fingers down the valley to touch her sore asshole. "He's out of town, baby," she informed him pointlessly, because even if I was at home at that moment, I would've allowed her to stay and fuck her boyfriend. "He left early this morning on a flight." Her brown slanted eyes looked into his handsome face, and she melted at what she saw, he was so beautiful and manly. "But I don't wanna talk about him -- don't you know I love you, Patrick?"

He sat upright, shoving his hardening penis into Kitty's face. "Show me you love me, baby, I wanna fuck your hot little pussy again, we hardly get to do this anymore."

She said one more thing before devouring his fabulous, long, solid penis into her small mouth. "I do love you, Patrick -- fuck your hot little slut!"

Moaning from the sucking of his throbbing married cock, Patrick admired the gorgeous Asian woman lying on her stomach giving him a blowjob. "Oh, Kitty," he panted in lust for her, "do you really, do you really love me -- because I love you so, so, so fucking much -- I mean it, I'm sorry that I'm married and all, but -- I really, really, really adore you, I'm so in love with you -- I can't believe this relationship we have, I know we have to hide it from our spouses, but -- but you make me feel so alive, I've never been like this with anyone, ever -- I so, so, so want you to love me back too!"

Her mouth full of penis, hearing his heartfelt emotions, she just rolled up her big brown eyes, smiled, and nodded affirmatively, and continued sucking him until he was hard enough to start fucking her cunt again.

As he was crawling over my wife to slide his erection back inside her wet twat, he giggled to himself and smiled down at her face. "You know," he chuckled, "I was thinking about you all weekend -- it would have been nice to spend some of the holiday with you!"

"Ohh yeah, baby," Kitty moaned, reaching both hands down to grasp his massive dick, guiding it towards her cunt, "I know, me too, I missed you -- did you have a good weekend with the family, hmm?"

"Mmm, yeah," he grunted, kissing her, while they both moaned when his fat thick cock entered her cunt. She grunted and he winced, pushing his meat into the tightness of her little twat. "Yeah -- mmm, uhhh -- it was a good weekend, yeah -- oooh, mmm -- hot, very hot -- mmmm -- kids had a good time, though -- mmmm -- at the pool -- uhhh, yeahhh, oooh yeah baby -- slut!"

"Mmm yesss!" Kitty's hands reached around Patrick to his naked ass, grabbing his hairy manly cheeks, pulling his dick harder and deeper inside her vagina, while she stretched her thighs to the side and felt his manhood filling her gushing wet pussy. "Fuck me, baby! I missed you so much!"

They weren't kissing, but their lips were brushing together, noses touching, eyes staring at each other's an inch apart. She felt his hot breaths landing on her face, while his well-toned physique was lying over her petite frame, his powerful hips pushing his dick into her cunt rhythmically, stuffing more meat inside her tight hole. He moaned in pleasure, gazing at his woman's face under his. "Mmm, your hubby out of town this week, right? Too bad I couldn't come stay over at your house and keep you company?"

"Yeah," my wife muttered, panting, feeling her lover fucking her so deep and hard, "he is -- left today -- back Friday night -- ohhh, baby, yeah, I'd love it -- would have been nice -- you and me!" She wasn't going to offer, though, she knew she wasn't available -- and she didn't want to disappoint Patrick in any way, by telling him what her plans actually were.

He contended himself to enjoy the time in the motel room with her. "Well, at least -- I have you now!"

"You do, baby," my wife smiled, hands reaching around his broad neck, smiling up at the man she adored, "you have me, all of me, completely, right now -- so use your little fucking bitch anyway you want, baby, I love you!"

* * * *

A couple hours later as that Wednesday's summer night had fallen over our town, and Patrick had returned home to his family, Kitty stepped into the crowded coffee shop, her loose sundress disguishing the slutty undergarments underneath it. Spying her date, she immediately headed over to the table where her date was sitting, with two white cups of coffee waiting.

His eyes gazed over her slender legs showing below the thigh-length dress, and then up her narrow hips to the small hills on her chest. "I took the liberty of ordering for you, what you got last time," Kent said proudly. He was a pretty imposing figure; Germanic by descent, he was extremely tall, maybe six foot six, with blonde hair cut fairly short but combed straight down on all sides, covering half his ears. His upper body was burly -- not muscular, but not fat, just large. Extremely wide shoulders, a hairy chest with sexy blonde curls, creamy-white skin, and super-powerful thighs. Buried inside his pants was a secret about him that Kitty admired, an eight inch prick (give or take half an inch) that could poke a hole in concrete. The stud could last for hours in bed.

"Mmm, thanks, honey" Kitty sweetly acknowledged, putting her little purse over the back of the small wooden chair and sitting on it daintily. Looking around the coffee shop, she didn't see any guys who knew her. It would suck to be caught by Patrick or Rick, while she was "cheating" with yet another man. Kent was not quite as handsome as most of her other boyfriends -- although he was extremely manly and sexy, and certainly not overweight -- but he was exceptionally sweet and kind.

"So," the attached male in his late 40s snickered, leaning forward so only she could hear him, "did you bring a little wet cunt, dying for some big fat juicy cock?"

Her cunt creamed inside her thighs; the soreness from fucking Patrick earlier in the afternoon had given way to her lust for this man. "Mmm, you know it!" After her date with Patrick she'd gone home to shower and clean up, then headed out immediately for the date with Kent. "Why, baby, did you bring a big hard cock for me?"

The extremely excited male couldn't restrain his enthusiasm, bobbing his graying-haired head up and down. Sporting a little padding on his stomach, his deep laugh made his body ripple a bit. "Hah! Like, it was driving for me, it's so excited." Then in a playful pout, he made sure he was not getting aroused for no reason. "So, uh, your husband is really out of town?"

Kitty wasn't lying. "Yeah, until Friday night." She winked at him, her slanted brown eyes aglow with lust. "My house is all empty -- your girlfriend expecting you back anytime soon?"

His face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Nope! She's got her kids tonight, so I don't stay with her -- I'm free all night!" Under the table, his hand found her naked knee. "Maybe you know a bed I could sleep in tonight?"

She flashed an amorous smile, blushing in some surprise. Even with all the attention she garnered from males, she always seemed honestly surprised by it. "Sleep? Darling, there will be too much fucking going on, to sleep!" Her hand found his under the table, and glancing around to make sure no one was particularly paying attention, she grinned with an evil glimmer and started to pull his hand up her naked thigh, under the dress.

He snickered, not allowing his hand to be dragged but affirmatively reaching forward into her crotch, where his thick fingers found her thong tight against her vaginal lips. He massaged her clitoris, feeling the dampness of the fabric from her leaking married twat, and he sneered at the risk of being caught in public fondling his new girlfriend.

Kitty was about to give into the pleasure of feeling Kent's thick, firm finger over her pussy, but gazing past him into the coffee shop, she saw a familiar face. Probably over-reacting, she sat upright on her chair, pulling her body away from his hand, and gazed at the male at the other end of the store, in line for his java. Kent saw it, turning to look briefly, then facing his date again. "What's the matter, Kitty -- someone see you here?"

She watched the guy for a few seconds, reassuring herself it was no big deal. He was, it seemed, there with his wife -- a portly woman who didn't particularly keep herself pretty, with drab, dirty-blonde hair and a body sagging at every large curve. "Nah," she shrugged, refocusing on her tall, handsome date, winking. "Just -- a guy I met last week, you know, 'for coffee' -- he's here with his wife, no biggie."

"Oh, coffee, huh?" Kent snickered, pretty much understanding what she meant. "What, you, ah, don't want him seeing you with me? Gonna create a prob for ya?"




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 02



My wife now tried to disarm the problem she'd created for no good reason. She reached across the table, her hand on his elbow, resting it there while her eyes locked onto his. "No, baby -- not at all -- forget it, I'm here with you, tonight -- you and me, okay, honey?" He relaxed and his head bobbed in an affirmative nod, so she took her hand back. "So how's your sex life going, honey. Did you have another date with your little Latina slut, Selena?" She was referring to the wife in a swinger couple whom Kitty and Kent had fucked a few weeks earlier (the Latina didn't want anything to do with me, so Kitty "had" to take Kent as my sexier, more handsome, more well-hung stand-in). Since then, the wife Selena had hooked up on her own at least once with Kent, the cheating little whore.

Kent's eyes rolled, and he laughed to himself before letting Kitty in on the secret. "Oh, wow, Selena -- yeah, she's a trip all right." He took a sip of his coffee before telling the story. "So, yeah, we made another date, she came over to my place when my girlfriend was with her kids again. At first, she was like, just a total bitch to me, like, crabbing, bitching, whining, couldn't get happy, I was going to throw her out and all. Then I'm, like, making her a mixed drink, and she just fuckin' jumped me -- turned me around, literally jumped on me, clutching, holding me -- and, just like that, she was all over me for the night." He snickered again. "And then, she barely said good-bye, she left, and called me the next day to say she wants another date when she can get one."

"Awww, how nice, lucky you," Kitty giggled at her boyfriend's sexy little story, "you have another hot playmate, huh?" Truly, she wasn't jealous of Selena being with Kent. Whatever magic Kitty and Kent had, it didn't put her in the same place as Rick or Patrick or her husband (me); whereas she might have been bothered by either of the others of us stepping out with a hottie like Selena, Kitty didn't harbor any such feelings about Kent. She just enjoyed her time with Kent when they could hook up, and otherwise, she didn't have any problems with him sticking his dick into any gal he wanted. "She likes what you got, baby, I know I sure do."

Kent knew it, and he wasn't interested in a long conversation. Snarling playfully as he leaned over the table, he caught Kitty's full attention with his steely eyes, while he voice rippled with a commanding moan. "Well, enough of that -- finish your coffee, slut," he snarled, "I wanna get you back to your house and fuck that tight Asian cunt of yours."

Kitty winked with a toothy grin. Picking up her coffee, she took one small sip, then put it back down on the table. "Done -- let's go, baby, I need you to fuck me!"

Fuck her he did. Kent's awesome prick was fully erection, throbbing at its maximum, superior length and fist-thick girth, as she unwrapped it while he stood in our guest bedroom. No sex with her boyfriends in the marital master bedroom, that was her rule. Usually, she told most of her boyfriends -- who didn't know her husband approved of her slutting around -- that she didn't want the "smell" in the master bedroom. Kent, however, was fully aware that Kitty had permission to fuck him, and other men. But he respected her desire not to mix her emotions, separating her sex with him into a different room from where she bedded with her husband.

"Mmmm," she moaned, leaning up to wrap her lips around the thick head of his incredible penis, "mmm, baby, I want your cock so bad!" She turned her brown eyes up to his face, past his meaty, hairy chest, in lust for the sexy man. "You gonna fuck your little slut all night, honey?"

"Oooh yeah," moaned the stud, putting his hand behind her head and fucking her mouth with his shaft, "into the morning, baby, no sleep."

Well, they did have some sleep, a few hours of it. She was a wreck, as they dozed off to sleep together in the stinky, musky stench of the guest room after fucking for several hours. The bed sheets were stained with sweat, pussy juices and sperm; her body was sore and stretched, pounded by his much larger weight repeatedly over several hours. She had lost count of her orgasms, probably twenty or thirty or something. Kent had four orgasms before falling asleep, then one in the middle of the night in the "wee" hours.

Then, they repeated it in the morning. She woke up next to her lover, in his arms, feeling a little strange but excited that it wasn't her husband. Something different, something fun. Wonderful, too; she really loved Kent. They'd been laughing and talking throughout the evening, besides just fucking and screaming.

But, as she lay in his arms in the darkness just before dawn, her mind wandered a bit. Kent was great, but she pictured something else. Someone else, specifically -- Rick. She loved sleeping in Rick's arms, when he went on overnight business trips and she got to accompany him. Waking up next to Rick was thrilling, he was so sexy to see in the morning. Kent was great, but he wasn't Rick.

Puh-shaw, she scornfully blurted to herself, that's a dumb thought, right? She never liked comparing her boyfriends; everyone was unique and different, and gave her special feelings, in his own way.

She tried to push Rick out of her mind, she was with Kent at the moment. "Wake up, honey," she muttered, kissing his forehead, her hand under the bedsheets stroking his massive erection, "your Kitty needs some loving before you have to go to work -- wake up, baby, I love you!"

Still, it didn't work, she had the image of Rick on her brain.

* * * *

"Oh -- something a little different today, Rick?"

It had been a long morning, between the time Kent left the house, until now, just before noontime. She hadn't been sure what the day would hold, until she got a call from Rick asking if she could go out for lunch with him. Kitty couldn't have said "yes" any faster. With a broad smile on her gorgeous little Asian face, Kitty found herself smiling at her 35 year old boyfriend's extremely handsome, tanned face as she climbed into the passenger seat of his sports car. Rick was very tall too -- just not as quite as tall as Kent -- filling the space completely in the little car, almost making the expensive machine seem like a toy. With one strong hand on the leather steering wheel, his other hand reached out and brushed Kitty's long, black hair off of her face. His gray, deep-set eyes made her body and heart melt, every time he looked at her. He was, by far, the best-looking male she'd ever known.

"Yeah, I think so," he said softly, turning the wheel and jetting his car into the street away from our house. The noontime sun on that second Thursday in July was extremely bright, so he whipped a pair of black sunglasses over his long, tanned face. "I mean, you've said a couple of things that, I think, maybe we can have some fun with -- unless, if you want, we can just go back to your house and do like we do every time?"

Kitty giggled, taking his hand from her face and lightly tracing her tongue over his sweaty palm. He had to reclaim his hand to switch gears on the car. "Mmm, we can do whatever you like -- you know I loooove, just, being together in my house!" If she detected anything on his GQ face, it was a flicker of disappointment. "But, it's your choice -- what would make Rick feel all good and happy today, hmm?" She leaned forward, sliding her hand into his lap, down past his flat stomach where a bulge was developing in his dress slacks. "So you go back to the office all smiles."

He snickered, knowing something she didn't.

An hour later . . . .

Kitty looked down Rick's fabulous, tanned naked body, not a drop of fat anywhere on it, just pure flesh and muscle, all the way down to his amazing nine and a half inches of penis. At the moment, it was buried in the trimmed (not bald) pink cunt of a blonde college student, who was lying back on her own small bed, spreading her bony thighs to allow Rick to slam his powerful body against her pelvis. Then Kitty's eyes moved up the girl's slender body, past her C-cup melons jiggling on the girl's chest, to the blonde's jaw as it moved and danced underneath Kitty's crotch. Crying with pleasure, Kitty squatted down harder, pushing her bald vagina onto the girl's tongue more firmly, feeling the blonde shoving that pink muscle farther inside Kitty's twat.

"Ohhh shit!" cried my wife, straddling the blonde's face, reaching both of her hands for her boyfriend's body. Rick leaned his manly torso forward, offering his athletic shoulders for her small hands. My wife leaned forward, keeping her slender body upright by using him as a solid wall, as she gyrated her pussy rapidly in circles over the college girl's tongue. It had been a few months since she'd had sex with another woman, and the feeling of being eaten by another girl was wildly exciting -- in addition to getting to see Rick super-hard, fucking the girl at the same time.

My wife laughed, more to herself, but her mirth made Rick smile. He had no idea why.

When Rick first introduced Kitty to the girl, about fifteen minutes earlier, Kitty winced from an unfamiliar pang of emotion. The giggling, hot girl was tall, slender, busty, and young, only about 20 years old. She had what every American male wants -- youth, the body, the face, the long blonde hair. Walking with Rick through the apartment complex dominated by college-aged residents, Kitty had a ticklish feeling that they were going to meet someone, and probably a female. But he remained boyishly mum about their destination and mission. So when Rick knocked on a room's door and it was opened by the nervously-giggling coed, totally naked, Kitty was not surprised -- but she was, also, weirdly jealous.

Jealous? She'd watched me, her husband, fuck other women when we did foursomes with swingers. She'd brought a girl home from the porn shop to play with us one night. Kitty hadn't been jealous about that. One of her boyfriends, Kent, had fucked Selena -- another swinger -- on the side a few times after Kitty and Kent hooked up with the 23-year old Latina and her husband Alex, and Kitty wasn't jealous about that. Kitty even fixed up Patrick for an afternoon with Selena, when Kitty was going to be out of town with Rick. So she had no qualms about the men in her life fucking other women.

Why did she feel that way, seeing this naked blonde who obviously knew Rick? Kitty didn't like her reaction; but it was brutally honest, and that too made her feel even worse.

But this young blonde was a playful slut, and Kitty's libido quickly overtook her deepest emotional reaction. Stepping into the girl's apartment, Rick immediately pushed Kitty to stand in front of the taller, busty blonde. "This is Hana," Rick chuckled as the two girls' eyes fell on each other for the first time, with Kitty's mouth watering at the sight of the girl's very fleshy C-cup breasts, "and Hana, this is my girlfriend Kitty -- I think you two might make really good friends."

"Hi, Kitty," the blonde grinned anxiously, horny and nervous, leaning back to show off her breasts while she stood with her knees parted, exposing her pink trimmed vagina, which was already glistening wet. Hana was not at all surprised to see Rick with a female; clearly this had been arranged, and Hana had probably even seen photographs or videos of Rick with Kitty.

Kitty's own pussy was now creaming inside her thong, her eyes staring at the moistness of the younger female's sexy cuntlips, and the flat, smooth tummy leading up to the blonde's big round breasts and pink areolae. "Hi, to you too," my aroused wife giggled, stepping closer to the girl, knowing her well-endowed boyfriend must have been getting close to rockhard. She reached a hand out, taking Hana's hand into her own, interlocking fingers, pulling herself right up to the other girl, who stood maybe four inches taller. "So, you think we should be friends, maybe?" Her lusty eyes stared up into the blonde's big blue orbs, and now the two girls were holding both of their hands together, standing face to face, the blonde leaning down. They had only met two seconds ago, but already, their lips found each other's. Kitty leaned up a bit to kiss the gorgeous, long-haired American doll, while the blonde was moaning into her kiss with the gorgeous, petite Asian married woman.

"Mmmm, ohhhh," my wife panted into the girl's mouth, sucking each other's tongues in an instantly erotic kiss, "yesss, ohhhh."

Kitty, now extremely aroused, slipped her hand to the naked girl's crotch, her fingers rubbing into the blonde's swollen clitoris and caressing the sensitive pink flesh with a fingertip. She felt Rick now standing next to her, both of them, Rick's hand reaching down to grope Kitty's ass cheek through her jeans. His other hand was on Hana's nude butt, doing the same.

"Well I can see you two are both very friendly," the married male moaned at them, "shall we all go be friendly in Hana's bedroom?"

Rick first sat back against the headrest, watching the two girls get acquainted on the far end of the bed. Kitty had fucked other women in the past, so she was no novice at girl/girl sex -- but she wasn't exactly an expert at it either. However, the novelty of the sudden adventure aroused her as well -- this was the first threesome she'd had with one of her boyfriends and another female. Kitty found herself very aroused, sucking the girl's big tits, then allowing Hana to strip off Kitty's blouse, bra, jeans and thong. My wife eyed Rick watching the two females, as the nude women locked arms around each other and started making out again. The smell of the girl's vagina was pushing Kitty into that uncontrollable state of ecstasy. Breaking the kiss, Kitty slid her wet tongue down the girl's long neck, licking the blonde's big tits, then pushing her flat on the bed. Hana immediately pulled her skinny, creamy-white thighs open, urging, "Eat me!"

"Yeah," encouraged the hulky boyfriend, removing his clothing while he watched the women playing, "eat her cunt, you bitch!"

My wife was on her fours, waiving her small naked ass towards Rick, while burying her mouth into Hana's vagina. The blonde's cunt was nasty and fishy, really turning her on, tasting delicious as Kitty started shoving her tongue inside the girl's wet hole. She was so horny for Rick's huge tool. Kitty wiggled her little Asian butt towards her boyfriend, hoping he would come entertain her. He did, a few moments later, but with tongue and fingers, not cock. "Mmmm ohhhh!" my wife moaned into the blonde's pussy, feeling Rick's tongue against her puckered little asshole, and the male's thick fingers were starting to touch the entrance to Kitty's vagina.

The blonde was clutching Kitty's long dark hair, holding Kitty's mouth against her trimmed twat, while Hana ground her pussy hard at my wife's tongue. "Yessss!" screamed the blonde, so wet already from waiting for Rick and his girlfriend to arrive that early afternoon. "Oh yeah eat me!"

Kitty's muffled screams powered her tongue-fucking of the blonde's tight young cunt. Kitty felt the girl's juices streaming down her chin and neck, the girl's cunt was gushing liquids while Kitty rammed her tongue in and out. Behind her small ass, Rick was burying his own very powerful tongue inside Kitty's tight butt, making my wife squirm with desire for his dick.

Rick, at some point, just pushed my wife to the side, away from Hana's crotch, leaving the blonde on her back, spread-open wide, her blonde-haired cunt dripping wet and open. Kitty moaned in surprise, then in a lustful enthusiasm saw her boyfriend dive forward, shoving his own tongue into the college girl. Hana screamed, feeling the much larger and stronger tongue from the male fucking her, and the girl instantly grabbed his head to masturbate her pussy against his mouth and tongue.

My wife, with Rick pushing her, crawled around the bed and squatted on the blonde's face. "Yeah I wanna eat you!" the blonde shouted to my wife, a moment before Kitty lowered her vagina to the blonde's pink little tongue. It sank into Kitty's hole, and Kitty almost had an orgasm at that very moment. Watching Rick bending over and licking the blonde's pussy, Kitty's senses soaked the sexy delights of the small, spartan bedroom. The smells of three naked, horny people -- two wet cunts and a hard cock; the noises of the moaning; the sight of the hot blonde on her back, tits bouncing, as handsome Rick lapped at her vagina.

Rick wasn't there to lick twat. He bolted upright, leaning over the blonde, crawling above her, moving his erection towards her pussy. Kitty felt that pang of jealousy again, but she was so enthralled with Hana's tongue inside her vagina, she didn't complain but fully encouraged him. "Ohhh baby," my wife grunted to her boyfriend, "yeah, fuck her, fuck the little slut!"

"OHHH SHIT!" screamed the young slut, feeling Rick's amazingly large penis entering her tight, 20 year old pussy. "SO BIG, OHHHH!"

As she rode Hana's tongue, Kitty's head fell backwards, her dark hair cascading towards the bed. She wiggled her small hips on the Hana's exquisite mouth, while she watched Rick fucking the girl's tight pink pussy. The blonde's cuntlips were stretching open, puckering, as they wrapped tightly on the ribbed sides of Rick's huge shaft. He was stretching out the young girl, and Kitty loved the sight. "Ohhh, fuckkk, yessss, ohhh shit!" screamed my wife. She felt her orgasm coming, and she didn't want to fall off of the girl's face, it was too good. So Kitty leaned forward and wrapped her hands around Rick's neck, pulling her stud boyfriend's mouth down to hers, kissing him hard, feeling one of his strong hands pawing at her breast while they made out. Rick's body was humping the blonde rapidly, back and forth, shoving that awesome cock into her fuzzy 20 year old vagina. The smells of three naked bodies were like a drug to Kitty, and with all of the attention on her pussy, tits and mouth, she lost it. "YESSSS, FUCK YESSSS!" the married Asian slut shrieked, having another orgasm.

As her most recent cum subsided, Kitty chucked in pleasured pain and slipped off onto the bed, sitting on her ass, watching her sexy boyfriend drilling the blonde with his awesome erection. It would be her turn next to get fucked; she knew that. Hana was nearing a climax, and Kitty intended to help that along by fingering the girl's clitoris while Rick fucked her cunt. But, for a second, Kitty caught her breath and had a secret realization. It made her smile a little, but also frown.

There were, on occasion, things she did that she couldn't tell me, her husband. Things Kitty didn't want to explain. Kitty knew she couldn't tell me about this day. Oh, she could say she fucked a boyfriend, and maybe mention it was Rick. But she wouldn't mention hot Hana, because she didn't want to make me too jealous. No, this would just be a little secret of her own. Every married woman has to have them, right, even one who is allowed to fuck anyone she wants?

Hana hit her climax without Kitty's help, not screaming so much but gasping and spasming on the bed, shaking uncontrollably. No sooner had those waves subsided, however, before Rick thrust Kitty onto her back and gave her the next turn with his prick. As soon as that long shaft probed into Kitty's tight cunt, she screamed for mercy. "Ohhh FUCK!" Rick didn't have the biggest cock of all her boyfriends and Internet lovers, but it was plenty big and wide; and his incredibly delicious body, so tight and sexy, and his wonderfully handsome face gave her the highest state of arousal. He wasn't necessarily the nicest human being she knew, but he was affectionate, thoughtful and playful, and the entire package was pretty much beyond compare. "Ohh baby, Rick, fuck me honey!"

My wife's view from her back of the sexy naked stud fucking her didn't last long, as a few moments later Hana jumped on her face and filled Kitty's senses with wet blonde pussy. Kitty stuck her tongue up and began stuffing it inside the college student's sloppy pussy lips, and was rewarded with Hana screaming and grinding her ass down onto my wife's nose and forehead. Kitty slipped her hands up the front of Hana's lithe body, finding that Rick was already groping the blonde's large soft breasts with his big hands.




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 03



[Author's note: This is part of a continuous story, it's not really a stand-alone chapter. I recommend reading the parts continuously, and not jumping into it cold.]



Occasionally, my wife had fleeting thoughts about me during the day I was scheduled to return -- late at night -- from my three-day business trip. I guess most husbands could say that about their wives, right.

Only, how many wives are distracted while they have sex with multiple other men on the same day?

Somehow, Kitty seems to fit it all into her life. One life, so much love, so many men. She really is amazing at how she can make all of us feel so good about ourselves.

* * * *

"I luv ya too baby," Kitty's sore finger typed on her slick keyboard, with pussyjuice running down her wrists. Her entire petite Asian body was stiff, her muscles in her back, legs, and butt aching from being cramped on the chair in front of our basement computer for several long hours in the middle of the night. Her shaved bald cunt throbbed too, from her equally long hours of masturbation. Her hard little brown nipples on her perky, proportionate A-cup titties hurt, from being hard for so long and from Kitty tugging and twisting them during her orgasms. Even her sexy, slanted brown eyes hurt, from staring at the computer monitor into the wee hours of the morning.

It was already Friday morning, somewhere around 3 a.m. I was still out of town, scheduled to return late that night -- well, more like 1 a.m. the next morning. Kitty didn't have anyone to sleep with overnight, so she spent the time playing on the computer, unable to turn off the machine but instead planted on the chair in front of it, playing with hot men online well past midnight our time.

Kitty tried to lay back to get more comfortable on the chair, while staring at our large monitor. Her eyes were vividly focused on the webcam window opened by her online boyfriend Jackson, who lived across the country and thus could only enjoy multi-hour dates with Kitty through machines, such as this marathon three-hour webcam fuck date. At the moment, the divorced stud was stroking his seven-inch penis, but which was so fat even he couldn't entirely reach his fingers and thumb around its girth. Jackson's cock tapered into a pointy head at the top, making it look like a drilling tool or something built solely to drive into tight cunts. Kitty pulled her hand back from her keyboard to have it rejoin her other hand, busy rubbing her clitoris for her own camera, showing her boyfriend how aroused she was.

The cybersex and webcam fuck ended when Jackson needed to get some sleep, and Kitty couldn't disagree.

Slowly making her way upstairs to bed -- a painful climb up two flights of stairs, which each seemed to have doubled in length -- Kitty crashed in a daze, taking time to fall asleep with her pussy sore. She wished she had someone to cuddle with her, to put an arm around her, to fuck her. Immediately her thoughts turned to the various options she might have enjoyed -- me, her husband; Patrick; Tim; even Kent again, for two nights in a row -- but the one man whose image stuck was Rick. His incredibly sexy body, beautiful face, and wonderful demeanor put her in a state of bliss pretty much unequaled by any other man she bedded. Yes, it would have been nice to have Rick home, since hubby was out of town. Or, for that matter, even if I was in town -- well, that's another matter, wasn't it. She was too tired to pursue that thought.

She woke up in the middle of Friday morning, still a bit sore but completely recharged. There was one thought on Kitty's mind. She wanted dick -- real dick, not over some fucking computer again.

Climbing out of bed, she immediately went back to the basement but not for cybersex. She interrupted her mission only briefly, to send me a text message and hope my trip was going well. She made a mental note to think about doing something nice for me, when I returned home, because she knew how tired I would be after a three-day trip that involved two long flights. But her thoughts about me soon faded to a more pressing problem, that her vagina was demanding some real pleasure from a big cock, and much sooner than when I'd get back from the airport many, many hours later.

Horny for more immediate male attention, she sent hopeful emails to Rick, to Patrick and to Tim, anxiously inquiring if any of the married men might be able to spare some time for her that day. Rick responded immediately -- and disappointly, reporting that he was booked solid all day and weekend. Patrick didn't respond right away. Tim said he missed her, but he didn't make himself available.

Damn, she couldn't line up a quick date. That's the problem when your attention-starved boyfriends are married males with professional jobs. So, what's a horny slut to do when she needs cock quickly?

Go to the gym, of course.

"Ohhh, yeah, Dino, I love you too!" Kitty was sweating profusely, the perspiration streaming down her forehead and half-closing her eyelids, as she looked back over her shoulder at the 20-something year old banging her doggy-style. "Ohhh FUCK, ohhh YES, ohhh baby -- fuck your little slut, baby, YESSSS!"

Her shoulders were pressed into the stud's cheap sofa, her face bent upwards as she strained her neck around to look at the beast screwing her married cunt. Dino's ripped chest was rippling as he rammed his sexy large cock into her twat over and over, and his arms bulged with muscles as he clutched her hips to keep her small body steady for the fucking. Dino's flowing long black hair, like hers, was now drenched with sweat. But unlike Kitty, he had a red headband around his forehead, keeping his long young locks off of his face, and soaking up his sweat before it could rain down his eyes.

Someone -- allegedly Dino's roommate -- had forgotten to turn on the air conditioner in Dino's cramped little apartment. With the outside heat at its daily maximum, the time approaching about 2 o'clock on this insanely hot July afternoon, Dino's living room felt like a sauna. Having already been working out (albeit lightly) at the gym, Kitty's tight Lycra top and working shorts were already drenched even before entering the apartment. But the two only shared a laugh about the heat of the room, because the more pressing issue was the heat they had for each other. The sweaty clothing was discarded virtually immediately upon entering the room anyway.

Dino -- a workout junky -- was not quite a regular boyfriend, but Kitty had befriended him months earlier at the gym. Dino had a steady girlfriend (or two, possibly), and there were times he didn't seem interested in getting naked with my wife. But other times, he readily agreed to take Kitty home and shove his delicious meat into her tight married twat. Dino, like Rick and Patrick, thought Kitty was just a cheating wife having sex behind her husband's back.

This particular day, Kitty wasn't taking "no" for an answer. She spotted Dino working out with the free weights, and she casually made her way over. He was looking so good in his loose tank top, showing off not only his mountainout biceps but his rock-hard, rippled six-pack. The developed perfection of his muscles, however, contrast to Dino's boyish face, with an innocent, "golly me?" look he usually had on his face. When he and Kitty made eye contact, soon they were standing near each other small-talking. But his eyes were glued to the bumps of Kitty's hard nipples inside her tight back Lycra top. He was basically talking to her titties for the conversation. My wife saw it, and it not only made her nipples ache even more, it made her pussy cream in her workout thong.

"So Dino," she purred, standing close enough that only he could hear her amidst the clanking of weights and rumbling of treadmills, but not so close that it looked sexual, "by the way, guess what?"

The 20-something, long-haired muscleman shrugged, having no idea what was coming. "What, Kitty?"

Her voice was sultry, raspy, low, and her eyes burned into his skull. "My husband isn't home today -- so I want to take you home right now and have you fuck my tight little cunt all afternoon." As added incentive, knowing what worked with Dino in the past, she tossed a log onto the fire. "You know my little Asian pussy needs a big fat sexy bone like yours."

He snorted at the blunt proposition, but it didn't really surprise him. His dark eyes rolled to her face, and his sexy mouth turned upwards with a little smile at the corners. "Does it, huh?" Running a hand through his long, sweaty dark hair, he looked around the gym with a playful gasp. "Well, how did I get so lucky -- surely there's no other guys here who wanna rip your little pussy apart with their big dicks?"

Kitty didn't need to look around to know the answer. "Well there might be," she snickered, stepping even more closely to him, her body almost touching his, "but, I only want you, baby."

Dino more or less accepted her invitation to fuck, but with a slight change. They didn't go back to our house as she offered, instead they wound up at his apartment, which was in the complex across the street.

Kissing madly while they ripped each other's clothing off, Kitty found herself sweating profusely in the overheated apartment only sixty seconds after entering it -- but, kneeling on the floor with Dino's awesome erection pointing directly at her face, she ignored the sweltering afternoon air. She rolled her slanted brown eyes up to her friend's boyish face, pouted, grabbed his long dong at the thick base, and stuck her lips around the pole. He tasted sexy and salty, so manly. She loved sucking Dino's huge bulbous cockhead, and she sucked air into her nostrils to ready herself for swallowing the penis into her mouth and throat. "Uhhg gawwd," gagged my wife, salivating all over his dick, "I'm sooo wet, I need this sooo bad, Dino, I love your big cock!"

He snickered. "Mmmm, nothing like this at your home, huh?"

"Nope!" She gasped and choked down some saliva, before sucking his cockhead noisily before releasing it to answer him more fully. "I woke up so fucking horny this morning -- god, baby, I've missed this, I need you to fuck me so bad!"

Dino immediately complied. Lifting Kitty to her feet, he led her to the living room, having her kneel on the carpet in front of his sofa. With her small ass in the air, he lowered his muscular frame downward until his prick was level with her wet cunt, then he didn't wait to shove it into her married cunt.

"Fuck yes!" squealed my wife. "Dino, fuck me, baby, fuck my cunt -- make me your slut today!" Instantly, the feeling of his wonderful erection drilling into her vagina made her eyes clench shut, and she yelped uncontrollably. "Ohhh shit, ohhh fuckkk -- ohhh yesss, shit, Dino, fuck meee, FUCK me!"

Dino's broad, titanium hands -- fingers used to gripping 350-pound barbells -- were smashed flat against Kitty's small asscheeks, prying them open, pressing her face and shoulders into the sofa to keep her motionless while he stuffed the full length of his throbbing dick into her gaping wet twat.

Facing away from her lover, her face pressed into the sofa, she concentrated on the wonderful feeling of the awesome penis drilling her pussy from the rear. But Kitty's thoughts wandered, even while she was getting fucked. Don't forget to do something nice for David, she told herself, wanting to give me some kind of reason to smile when I got home from the airport that night. And, in the meantime, maybe Patrick or Tim, or even Rick, could have gotten free for that afternoon or evening, so she could get more dick before I returned home.

But the onrushing thrusting of Dino's powerful erection into Kitty's sloppy little cunt brought her back to the present, and she gasped and screamed more from the intense pleasure he was mercilessly pounding into her. "Uhhh, fuckkk! Yeah fuckkk! Fuck meee!"

Later, Kitty sat on her ass on the floor of the stifling hot apartment, her back resting against the sofa, her hair and skin completely saturated in sweat from the very physical fucking. Her knees were bent up and split apart a little, while Dino's sperm in her pussy leaked down her lips and towards the cheap carpeting. Brushing her hair through her oily hair, she looked up to see that he was still in the bathroom as she fished her cellphone out of her handbag. The air conditioner clicked on; hopefully, that would provide some relief for the air, which was difficult to breath it was so warm, and she was so overheated. She blew out a deep breath, putting forward her lower lip to guide the air towards her bangs, trying to cool herself off in the meantime. It didn't work.

Sitting back against the sofa on his floor, elbows on her bent-up knees, she held her cellphone in front of herself and checked the messages. She frowned a little. Tim had texted, saying he was all tied up, and he missed her. But, what's this, aha! Patrick had texted her back too, saying he could come over in the evening, after work. Fantastic! She was too sore to jump or even move much, but she banged out a reply to him. "Great! Call me when u are free," she wrote him, her thumbs slipping a little on the slick keys of the small phone.

I had sent her a couple of texts, saying I missed her and loved her, and couldn't wait to get home from my boring trip. Still alone on the floor of Dino's apartment, my naked wife with her just-fucked cunt wrote me back, "Missing you too, can't wait to see you tonight darling."

Then, one more text. This one was from Rick. (Popular girl, no?) He had written, tersely: "I miss you."

"I," she moaned out loud to herself, typing her response, "love . . . you . . . too." She hit send.

"You love him, huh?" the muscular, naked Italian male chuckled, returning to the living room and plopping onto the sofa -- his ass right behind Kitty's head, his powerful thighs spread open around both her sides, surrounding her shoulders as she leaned back against the sofa on the floor. "Your hubby?"

Kitty blushed, caught in what she wrote, but she shrugged it off with a giggle. Tossing her sweaty hair back over her shoulders, she put her cellphone down and turned around, rising onto her knees, facing Dino now as he sat in front of her. As she leaned forward with her knees on the floor, his mighty erection -- semi-rigid at the moment -- lay on his flat, chiseled lap, his balls still wet and glistening from the fucking in the hot room earlier.

"No, not my hubby," she informed Dino without a hint of guilt, "another boyfriend -- he misses me." She didn't let Dino dwell on the thought. Reaching her hand forward, she took his big fat penis in her hand, pumping it a little, feeling it start to throb. "But don't worry, darling -- I love you too, don't you know that?"

"Mmm," the horny weightlifter chuckled, "why don't you show me your love some more, baby?"

Kitty did, with another round of fucking on his sofa. She punctuated it with an exclamation, after he cummed deep in her pussy again. "There, Dino!" she shrieked, "I love you -- believe me now?"

* * * *

"I love you too," my wife purred into the taller, sexy older man's mouth, moaning at the sloppy licking of tongues together, "I've missed you so much recently, Patrick, I'm so glad you could come over today!"

It was about four or five hours later that afternoon -- really early evening, by that time -- as she stood in the foyer of the front entrance of our house, standing in the arms of her married boyfriend, each sucking air from the other's lungs as they wrapped their arms together and exchanged an affectionate, lusty kiss.

Patrick pushed her little body back from his, looking down to admire her "outfit." Really, she was naked wearing nothing more than a man's unbuttoned dress shirt -- his dress shirt, to be specific. He had left it at our house after some sleeze rendezvous in the past, and Kitty kept it to wear to remind herself of him -- its size, its scent. This afternoon, knowing he was coming over for a short visit, she put it on like a robe. She bunched the long sleeves around her elbows, and the bottom hemline of the shirt hung almost to her knees. With the two unbuttoned sides dangling in front of her body, her nipples made two small bumps near the edges, and her just-shaved vagina dripped from the expectation of his arrival. (Kitty had made sure to shower earlier, washing away Dino's multiple liquid deposits in her slot.)

"Nice outfit," smirked her aroused boyfriend, reaching a hand towards her small shoulder, "but really, Kitty, you're overdressed." His fingers brushed his shirt off of her shoulder, and my wife allowed the shirt to cascade away from her body -- first that one side, then the weight of the shirt pulled it down her other shoulder, which she let droop to assist the effects of gravity. In a moment, the shirt was at her ankles, and she was naked for him.

Kitty giggled, stepping towards him and sliding a hand into his crotch. "Like what you see, honey?" She reached up on her tippy-toes, occasioning another kiss, hard on the lips, while her hand mauled the eight inch shaft inside his pants. Patrick was extremely aroused for her.

She was about to drop to her knees to give him some oral pleasure, but he tugged at her hand. "Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of time," he bemoaned, "I don't want to sound like a prick -- but, maybe we should just go upstairs -- if, that is, you want to?"

"Oh, well, in that case--" Kitty stood up, gave him a playful "Hmph!" noise that only females can make effectively, and took a couple steps away from him. Then turning her head back, seeing him staring at her naked ass, she softly scolded, "If you're in such a fucking hurry, shouldn't you be following me up to the bedroom?"

"Oh fucking God," panted Patrick into Kitty's mouth a few minutes later, as his naked body writhed under hers, his hand painfully squeezing her little breasts as she rode on top of him. She had her hands on his masculine chest, and she was leaning down to smash her lips into his mouth. Her small hips were pumping in circles, pushing his dick farther inside her pussy. Into their kiss he continued to moan. "Kitty, I love you, fuck you make me so hard!"

"Ohh yes baby!" Kitty broke the kiss, squatting upright on his body, arching her small back, giving his hands full freedom to grope and paw at her breasts. She moaned at the delightful intensity of his powerful fingers and palms, squeezing her little titties hard, pinching her nipples too. With her two small hands flat on his broad, hairy chest, she rode back and forth faster, using her knees and ass to sway her little butt around and around, sliding her cunt up and down his huge boner. With the guest bedroom's very comfortable queen-size bed bouncing rhythmically off the wall, my wife was riding Patrick as hard as she could, feeling his wonderful, lengthy penis driving upwards into the farthest depths of her pussy. "Ohhh, Patrick, yesss, fuck me, fuck your little slut!"

She screamed again, staring down as Patrick lifted his mouth to one of her A-cup tits, and began sucking it hard inside his mouth. Both of his hands slipped around her small frame and clutched her little buttocks, now gripping and squeezing them as harshly as he had her titties. My wife closed her eyes and leaned her chest into her boyfriend's mouth, agonizing at the delightful pain of his lips and tongue squeezing her little breast and achingly hard nipple, with his manly hands distorting her asscheeks, with his wonderfully fat penis stretching open her vagina.

As he licked across her chest, he moaned up to his mistress. "Fuck you're so wet -- I love it when you haven't been fucked for a few days by your husband -- you're so fucking tight today, you're so fucking horny, you hot slut!"

Kitty didn't correct his misimpressions; Patrick had no idea about her true sex life, and if he did, she doubted they would still fuck. It wasn't worth telling him. What exactly should she say -- no, she got laid earlier in the afternoon by a younger, muscular stud? Or the day before by Rick and his young female friend? It was against Kitty's ethics to openly lie.




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 03



She did, however, know what made Patrick's cock hard, and as long as it wasn't a lie, she said it. "Ohhh, shit, ohhh baby," panted my horny wife, moving her arms to clutch his head against her bosom, feeding her breast into his mouth, "I love your cock, it's sooo much better than my husband's, you fuck me sooo much better -- I can't get enough of you, Patrick, fuck me, fuck your hot cheating married slut baby!"

Kitty began to orgasm, feeling her vagina spasming around his invading erection, contracting around it while her head grew dizzy, her stomach churned and her muscles sizzled. "YESSSSS, FUCKKK!" she exhaled noisily, pulling his short hair to take his mouth off of her breasts, and instead she inserted her tongue inside his mouth. "Ohhh, fuckkk, Patrick, yessss!"

As her pussy came around his cock, Patrick released her asscheeks and hooked his long thumbs around her little hips, his fingers still pressed into her small asscheeks, and he forcefully thrust her body down hard on his penis. She could feel how insanely deep his cock was, the fat base stretching open her cuntlips, and then a few moments later he too was cumming inside of her. His orgasm came faster than most times they fucked; but he was just so horny this day.

"Baby!" She sucked his tongue, her words falling out automatically, instinctively. "I love you, yes baby, ohhh yesss, cum in me!" She used all her might to ram her little body downward, ensuring this his long penis stuck as deep into her twat as it could reach, while he was squirting his jism into her. "Fill me, Patrick, shoot your cum in my cunt! Ohhh, baby!"

He was grunting as he unloaded his semen inside her married pussy, then as his cum subsided he kissed her back more aggressively, his tongue jamming into every crevice inside her mouth. "Kitty, I love you too, I love you so much."

"Mmmm!" She sat upright now, arching her back, showing her sexy sweat- and saliva-covered titties, slowly grinding her pussy up and down his still-hard but spent dick. "Oh, shit, you feel sooo fucking good, Patrick -- ohhh fuck, I miss this sooo much!" She looked down to his masculine chest, her hands flat and feeling it, rubbing his sweat around his flat belly and torso. "Mmm, don't you wish we could do this almost every day, like before?"

He responded with a grin and snicker, pulling her face down to his mouth for another kiss -- this one starting with just light, wet flicks of the lips together. The kissing turned to pecking, each taking turns to plant quick wet kisses on cheeks, lips, chin, nose. Moaning and rolling in the bed, Kitty and Patrick enjoyed each other's company until a chirping noise from Patrick's belt on the floor interrupted them.

He had to roll off of my wife, grunting, retrieving his cellphone from the floor. He scowled as soon as he saw the caller's number; his wife. "Hey, hi there, baby." He gave Kitty a painful look, like he was being subjected to torture.

My wife silently giggled, knowing the routine. Patrick was cheating, and she didn't want to do anything that would get him in trouble. While Patrick was lying about being at a Home Depot looking unsuccessfully for some equipment for their old toilet, Kitty slid around the bed and crawled between Patrick's spread-open thighs. He laid backwards, allowing my wife to take his dick in her mouth, tasting the flavors of their fucking that coated it. She loved the flavor of his cum, now mixed with her pussy juices. She lapped down the shaft then rolled his hairy, large balls inside her mouth too, tugging at them softly, playfully, making him squirm. As he continued a boring conversation with his wifey, Kitty licked a path back up to the large head of his penis and suckled it into her mouth, feeling his massive prick throbbing with heat, getting harder for round number two.

Her boyfriend was all smiles afterwards. "Guess what," he giggled, tossing the closed cellphone to his side on the bed, "she's taking the kids with their friends to a movie -- I don't have to get home until 9 o'clock." He did a quick calculation in his head. "That lets me stay here until 8 or so -- that is, if you don't mind me being here another two hours?"

"Oh, two hours?" Kitty pretended to think it over, her fist now wrapped around the fabulously thick base of his erection, stroking it and squeezing it to make it stand upright, while her tongue and lips traced wet circles around the helmet and upper part of the shaft. It was burning heat against her tongue; she loved the smell in her nose, the hotness on her skin, the thickness that Patrick's amazing cock offered for her pleasure. "And what the fuck are we supposed to do for two hours?"

He cackled at her playfully innocent question. "Yes, exactly -- fuck for two hours." He laid back, hands behind his head, watching her suck his dick. "Now give me a hot blowjob, you cocksucking bitch -- show me that you're my little slut!"

"Oh my gawwwd!" my wife grunted, eyeing him with a devilish grin, "I am sooo your little slut, baby!" She licked his cock a few more times, then teased him a little. "But it's dinner time, baby, I might want something to eat?"

Patrick at first thought she was serious, but he saw the playful look in her brown eye. "Oh -- like what -- sausage, maybe?" He thought and corrected himself. "Like, pork sausage, huh? Gonna PORK you?" He pushed up his penis into her mouth, forcefully, emphasizing the point.

"Ooh, yeah," my wife snickered back, sucking the top few inches of his dick while her fist was stroking and gripping its fat base, massaging it. "Mmm, what do you want for dinner?" After a brief moment she gave him his answer. "Fish tacos?"

Patrick howled in laughter. "Ohhh, shit, yeah -- I love your fish taco, whoo hoo!"

Murphy's law -- you know, the worst possible thing will happen at the worst possible time -- seemed particularly applicable that evening. He'd barely hung up with his wife when, now, the home phoneline rang. Kitty's eyes rolled in her head, and she apologized to her lover to take the call. "Ugh," she scowled, pushing herself up to crawl over to the nightstand, "don't go anywhere!" On her hands and knees she made her way to the cordless phone and, by about its third ring, picked up the phone.

Instantly she saw it was my cellphone number, and she knew I was calling from the airport.

"Hey baby," I purred to her, as soon as I heard her voice, "I'm in line for the plane now, we're on time."

Kitty's voice was tired, a little hoarse, but very sweet. "That's great, baby," she said lovingly to me, while Patrick was behind her, staring at her naked ass, "I'll be home waiting -- what, like, 1 a.m., something like that?"

"Yeah," I confirmed, "something like that, right about that." I was having trouble hearing her, the gate was extremely crowded and noisy on this Friday night in mid-July. "I'm surprised you're home -- you busy on the computer?"

I know my wife, and if she had been alone, that's where she would have been. But, I know her well enough that her answer didn't shock me at all.

"No, um," she giggled, measuring her words because Patrick was listening to every one of them, "I'm, uh, kinda, working on something right now -- you know -- so, uh, you have a good flight, okay, see you when you get home?" Patrick still thought she was "cheating" on her husband; from indirect questions she'd asked him over time, she was sure Patrick was "old school" and wouldn't be particularly happy if he found out Kitty's husband allowed her to slut around -- and, particularly if he found out she had other boyfriends too. He wouldn't understand, undoubtedly.

The hidden meaning worked, because as she exchanged "I love you" moans with me and hung up, Patrick cackled, assuming she just lied to her husband much as he has just lied to his wife. "Let's hope your husband doesn't talk to my wife," he joked, his eyes rolling at the implications of that conversation. He played some of the imaginary dialogue for Kitty. "'So, Patrick was busy that night too?' 'Yes, he was, and Kitty was busy then also?' 'Gee, they seem to be busy at the same times, what a coincidence!' 'Coincidence, I think not!'" Then he roared with laughter.

Kitty giggled at this humor, crawling back towards her boyfriend. "Mmm, I won't tell him if you won't tell her!" She returned immediately to his penis, bowing in front of it, taking it into her hand again and placing her lips near the soft round head. "So -- where were we?"

"Oooh," the cheating male stud gasped, "I think my little slut was about to suck my dick again!"

Her brown eyes looked at him and blinked, softly, and she nodded.

"That's right, baby," moaned my horny wife, "your little slut needs your cock so bad!"

Standing in the foyer by our front door about two and a half hours later, with the sun just preparing to set after a long summer day, Kitty and Patrick said their good-byes with a last, tongue-filled kiss. She was wearing his dress shirt again, while he slipped his hands around her nude body inside it, caressing her sexy thin back and her tight little ass, while they sucked each other's tongues and moaned.

Kitty reflected on the recent long absence of him from her life, much preferring a schedule like the current week where she'd fucked him twice in three days now. "Don't let it be three weeks again until we see each other again," she panted in the kiss, already missing him, "I like this, like we used to have, fuckin' all the time!"

"Oh, trust me," he agreed, fishing his keys out of his pocket, giving her a messy, wet, romantic kiss on the lips, "I love you so much, Kitty, I can't wait to be with you again!"

She spoke her true feelings, which warmed and soothed her senses. "Patrick, me too, I love you, honey."

* * * *

"Welcome home, baby," my wife giggled at me, maybe five hours later or so, "I love you, David!"

I dropped my overnight bag on the floor, stepping quietly into our master bedroom. It was just past 1 a.m., and I was just returning from the airport after a three-day trip. I expected to find my lovely wife in our bed, but asleep -- not like this. Totally nude, Kitty was lounging in the midst of the pillows piled on the bed, while around the room she'd put about a dozen candles to provide all of the light. They were aromatic too, the fragrance reminded me of a spa. Besides the bed, on the nightstand, sat a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a small tray of gourmet crackers and cheeses.

My body was weary from nine hours of travel, airport times included, but my senses perked up for whatever she had planned. "Did I miss the party?" I giggled, kicking my shoes off while I pointed to the wine. "Someone had a celebration or birthday today, darling?"

"No, silly." She wrinkled her flat little nose at me, her sexy, slanted brown eyes disarming my expectations with a romantic gaze. "This is for you, welcome back." She scooted a bit to her side, clearing space for me by brushing away a couple of throw-pillows, and patting the mattress. "I figured you haven't eaten?"

True, my stomach was a bit of a mess, but the cheeses had a pleasant visual appeal to them. "What's the occasion? I've only been gone three days." I pushed my slacks off already and was in the process of removing my dress shirt.

"Why do I need an 'occasion'?" she inquired with a devilish snicker. "I wanted to put a smile on your face, honey."

Off came the shirt, leaving me in just underwear, and I plopped onto the bed beside her. "Well it's worked." I turned to the bottle of wine, finding it unopened, but she'd put the corkscrew next to it. I checked out the bottle, it was unfamiliar to me, something Italian from a couple of years ago, a white. "You get this at the wine store?"

"Yeah," she said, her small hand reaching to my thigh to massage my skin, "you like it?"

I wasn't going to argue, as I popped off the cork and poured us each some. A sip told me it was refreshing. We clinked glasses, toasting her little surprise party for me, then shared some of the cheese.

Sitting back against the headboard, sipping more of the wine and tossing a couple of cheese slices into my mouth, I felt Kitty's hand snaking up my thigh, towards my crotch. "I'm hungry too," she purred, leaning up to my ear. She stuck out her tongue, licking my earlobe. "But not for cheese."

And I felt her hand covering my dick in my underwear, massaging it, trying to encourage it to spring to life.

She didn't need to encourage me very much.

While we kissed softly, lips brushing together, tongues darting back and forth, Kitty's hand cradled my balls and shaft until I was stretching out my tight briefs. My petite beauty slipped her hand inside, peeling the underwear back, her hand now grasping my dick and pumping it, pointing it upwards. "Did you have a good trip, honey?" she asked me, kissing up and down my neck, sending goose bumps down my spine, "I missed you so much."

"Ohhh, Kitty, wow," I murmured in delight, rolling my head to the side, allowing her to kiss my neck as she pleased. I slipped my hand to the side too, into the soft, warm triangle of flesh between her upper thighs and her thong. It was warm and damp, my wife was aroused. "Mmm, my trip sucked . . . but it was okay I guess . . . long boring meetings -- I'd hope you had a better day?"

Her lips were pecking at my earlobe again, her hot breath tickling the wetness on my skin. Now rising to her knees to face me, draping both arms around my naked chest, she cooed into my ear, "Oooh, mmm, yeah." Kissing my chin and jaw, she planted a series of soft little kisses towards my lips. "I had a GREAT day." Her voice was full of enthusiasm, but soft and raspy. "Mmmm, I got laid twice today, honey -- a friend from the gym, then this evening, Patrick came over and fucked your slutty little wife." She giggled, feeling my dick twitch in her hand. "Don't you love it, David, you like what a little fucking whore your slutwife is, having sex with hot men with biiiiig, huuuuge cocks?"

She knew me so well. "Ohhh fuck, Kitty!" I was hurriedly pushing my underwear down my legs, so I was nude. My prick was aching painfully, as it throbbed in her small fist. "You're so fucking sexy, so hot . . . you sure you want more cock tonight, after those big bones?"

"Oh I'm sure!"  She began to lower her face, kissing down the middle of my chest, towards my belly. "I'm sure I want YOUR cock, baby, mmm, I hope you want to fuck your horny wife's slutty cunt!" As her lips and tongue proceeded across my belly, she let out a pleasurable moan. "Mmm, David, you're definitely losing weight, you're looking fuckin' good."

Good is a relative term; as to what I was when she met me, she was right. Compared to Patrick, not so much. "Mmm, just trying to make my wife be more interested in her husband."

Her lips were nearing my crotch, where her hand had whipped my erection into a pulsating shaft oozing precum. "I'm sooo interested," my gorgeous Asian wife groaned. But, playfully, she sat back against the headboard, smiling at the teasing as she left my erection alone, leaking for her. "But first, baby, get me some more of that wine?"

I snickered at her devilish little trick -- getting me all aroused, then making me wait -- but I loved her for it. I rolled to the side, giving her a glass of wine, which she sipped a bit. I took the chance to sip the other glass myself, a bit, and down a couple of pieces of food.

Kitty turned and put her glass back on the nightstand, then resumed her place kneeling at my side, facing me. Her eyes were staring at my body, my pulsating erection. "Yesss, mmm," my wife moaned, her gorgeous brown, slanted eyes full of energy even an hour past midnight. Staring directly into my skull, those sexy brown orbs spoke to me as convincingly as her next works. "I desire you, honey."

I could smell the lust in her pussy, the depths of emotion in her eyes. I'm not the most handsome nor sexiest man in her life, but when we were alone together, there was no question Kitty had the hots for her husband. I put my glass of wine down on the night table, still thirsty for drink but not as much as I was hungry for my wife. The fact that she'd fucked two men that day already, but had gone to the trouble of setting up this little fuck-fantasy for me so late at night, proved to me that she wanted me to be happy too. It is what she does best: make men happy.

My nude body leaned over hers, as she leaned back against pillows, propping her torso somewhat upright against the headboard. I touched my lips to hers softly, tasting the wine in both of us, but she immediately thrust her tongue deep inside my mouth, not waiting. A sloppy-wet kiss ensued, both of us moaning while we heard the squishy-wet sounds of our tongues and lips meshing together. "Mmmm," my gorgeous wife mumbled into my mouth, "sooo hot for you." Hungry for her too, pulling her head towards mine, my fingers were behind her skull stroking her hair, while I felt our tongues lapping together, lips pressing into each other, noses brushing as our faces moved around, sliding mouths together. I felt her hand between my thighs, groping my erection, grasping it firmly and stroking it with her fingers and palm wrapped tightly around it. In the midst of our kiss she was whispering sweet feelings, "Mmm, yesss, oooh, mmmm."

I love her petite body, and sometimes I get so hungry for it. Keeping my mouth on hers, I pulled her down to the middle of the bed, laying her flat on her back, then I sat upright next to her. Kitty's Asian-colored skin glowed in the low, flickering light of the candles around us. For a few seconds I let my eyes admire the work of art that she was, her soft A-cup breasts and hard brown nipples, her smoothly-shaven vagina and pink lips, her sexy, tender thighs . . . and her beautiful, gorgeous face, a picturesque Chinese visage.

Reaching to the night table, I retrieved my wineglass in one hand, then stuck two fingers into it, moistening the tips. "Wha'cha doin'?" my wife giggled playfully, remaining on her back, as she watched me bring my moistened fingers to one of her tits. I rolled my fingertips around her nipple, smearing it with some wine, then I leaned over and licked it clean, sucking off the flavor. She purred, pushing that tit into my face, wanting more. I did the same thing to her other breast, drawing a growl of pleasure from my little sexy vixen.

Licking down her flat tummy, she parted her thighs, expecting me to go down on her. But, somewhere just past her navel, I rolled her onto her stomach, so I found myself admiring her slender back, her little waist, her rounded soft buttocks. God, she made my mouth water. Staying down on my knees and elbows, I let my tongue out and licked up and down her soft spine, up to the base of her neck, then down again towards her ass. "Ohhh, yeah," she muttered, pushing her little ass up higher as my mouth neared it, "mmm yessss!" She was writhing slowly, undulating in circles lying on her stomach, as I licked towards her buttcrack. I crawled around the bed a bit, with my face now squarely over her asscheeks.

Sometimes I did this, Kitty always said she found it sexy. I started lathering her ass with my tongue, licking all over her buttocks, getting them sticky-wet with saliva, moving around and around, lapping, the creases at the bottom and the valley between them, all over. I could detect the sexy scent of her vagina, leaking below. Kitty spread her knees, pushing her butt higher, moaning, "Mmm, yesss, oooh!" I couldn't stop licking, I ran my tongue right to her little puckered asshole, lapping at it, sticking my tonguetip inside. "Ohhh yeah David -- ooh yes!" She reached a hand back, prying one of her saliva-covered buttcheeks to the side, exposing her ass and twat to me. "Mmm baby, yesss, more!"

Now I was kneeling behind her, bending over, licking my wife's butthole, tasting the musky dirty flavor, pushing tongue inside her butt so she could feel my presence. I felt Kitty pushing her ass back, wanting more. I just stuck my tongue straight out, fucking her ass, sliding my manly tongue in and out, drawing gurgles of joy from the little slut. "Ohhh -- uhhh -- ohhh, fuckkk -- mmm yeah -- ohhh fuckkk -- baby, yesss!" I pushed deeper, sealing my tongue against her asshole, fucking it while her cunt was juicing right below my chin.




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 03



My hands slid under her body, groping her sexy little boobies, fondling and squeezing, appreciating those soft orbs and her hard nipples. "Oh fuck yess," she muttered, pushing that ass at me harder, rocking her body. My fingers pinched her hard nipples, tugging her titties, while I was stuffing my tongue in her tight little butthole. The thought crossed my mind, was Patrick's cock in here earlier today; that was a sexy idea.

"Mmmm -- baby," she mumbled, face down to the bed, pushing her asshole at me.

But then, she changed her mind, I think she wanted this to be her show that night, not mine. Usually I do a lot of the work in bed, she just gets used. The one thing she really loves to do is suck a hard cock, particularly one she can easily fit in her entire mouth and throat -- just like mine. Her small body rolled away from me, then she curled around to kiss me, tasting the flavor of her ass on my tongue. We moaned together, while Kitty pressed her hands onto my shoulders, pushing me onto my back on the bed, a couple of pillows under my back to prop my shoulders and head up a bit.

Still kissing my sexy wife, I was so relaxed, so satisfied just being here with her, smelling her dripping pussy, the aroma filling the air. As we made out, I moved her body to lean over me, not straddling me but kneeling next to me, and I broke our kiss while putting my hands under her small armpits. She knew what I wanted, leaning up, offering her chest to my mouth, so I could suck her sexy titties. Mixed with the expensive, musky perfume she was wearing, combined with our naked bodies and her wet pussy, the air was intoxicating.

"Mmm -- oooh yeah David!" She was reacting as I curled my lips around a nipple and sucked it hard, tugging at it into the vacuum of my mouth. Her hand cradled my head, her chest pushing her tit into my mouth more. My one hand was stroking her naked ass, fondling the soft flesh and curves, while my other hand pawed at her other breast, pinching her nipple. "Mmmm yes!" she screamed, feeling the clamping on her nipples. I slid my hand from her ass to her crotch, between her thighs as she leaned over me, softly caressing her wet clitty. It was sopping.

Loving her body, devouring her breast in my mouth, while groping her other tit and her pussy, coating saliva on her chest, I worshipped at her temple while the high priestess was panting. "Ohh fuckkk yesss!" Licking and suckling her hard nipple, I sucked it hard in my mouth, tongue rolling around it, my hand meanwhile smearing juices around her soft thighs, her pussylips, even onto her buttcheeks. Her hot little body was turning me on so much.

"You wanna sit on my face, baby," I moaned, hungry to taste her vagina, the scent of her little kitty driving me nuts.

"Mmmm, yesss," she purred at the idea, "and I'll eat you up too--"

I liked the idea of a '69,' we did it often, but I wanted to return the favor she had bestowed on me, by arranging this sexy little party for two. "Oooh, honey, you don't have to," I told her, "you can let me do the work if you want."

My loving wife would have none of that. "No, it'd by my pleasure, honey."

Showing her how much I adored her, so amazed every day we were a married couple, I kissed her hard on the mouth. It would be just yet another lucky day where I'd wake up next to her, bedding down with her at night, anything in between. Then we broke the kiss, and as I lay flat, she moved into position over me, turning around in a 69 position. "Put that wet cunt in my face, bitch," I muttered, licking my lips eyeing her pink twat -- glistening, bald, sexy.

"Ohhh fuck!" roared my horny wife, hearing me calling her nasty names. She squatted her cunt right to my face, directly over my mouth.

"You fuckin' whore," I continued, "you know how fuckin' hard you make me and other men, you fuckin' slutty tramp?"

She shook her ass and peered around her shoulder back at me. "Definitely wanna be dirty with you," she moaned.

"Well good," I told her matter-of-factly, "I want you to be dirty -- I want you to know your body is a fucking cumbucket for men -- you're so fucking sexy and hot, because -- you're made to fuck cocks -- make men squirt cum in you -- fucking slut that you are!"

She loved hearing it, and she immediately plopped her mouth on my dick, sucking it hard, then licking down the sides. I thrust my tongue into her pussy, smashing it in hard, stretching its tight lips open. I felt her tongue and lips devouring my penis, all the way into her mouth, my cockhead piercing her throat a moment, then she let it go and just licked a sloppy wet path down the shaft to my balls. Pulling my knees back more I squirmed, feeling my wife licking my dick and balls, then even moving down further to lick my asshole briefly. Gripping her hips, pulling her cunt down to my mouth, I started lapping at her clitty, hard, ramming tongue on it. Feeling her tongue at my butt made me squirm more, while I tugged at her clitty with my lips and mouth. 

"Mmmmm, ohh yeah, eat me!" the bitch on top of me demanded.

Her husband was equally aroused. "Ohh you fucking nasty cunt -- mmm, fuck I'm so hard, you're so sexy!"

"Mmmm!" She could feel my body responding to her tongue at my asshole; as she flicked her tongue over it, I was pumping my ass in circles, gyrating. She giggled. "You like that, Daddy?"

The appearance of that moniker told me she was extremely aroused and playful; I got to be her "Daddy" during some of our best sex. I didn't verbally respond, I pulled her ass down hard on my face, furiously licking her clit even faster. I could feel a scream building in her, she was gyrating wildly over my face and moaning deliciously, her mouth over my cock again. "Fuck yes you bitch," I grunted against her twat finally, gasping for air under her, "you make Daddy so hard -- ohhh fuck -- mmm, your kitty tastes sooo good -- sooo sexy!" I started thrusting tongue in her wet twat, tasting how juicy it was, so tight and warm, silky.

"Fuckkk, Daddy," Kitty bellowed, pressing my throbbing hard penis against her face, "I love you!"

My hands were wrapped around her buttcheeks, holding her body in place so I could lick that tight pussy. "Mmmm fuck you slutty cunt," I grunted back, "I love you too -- now, fuck your Daddy, you've got me sooo turned on!" Groping her asscheeks no longer, I was sliding my hands up her body to grope and manhandle her tits, hard, while she wiggled that hot ass over my face and squished her pussy against my tongue. I began forcing my tongue up inside her wet hole, moaning as I did, my face and chin getting covered in my bitch's juices.

She was rubbing her pussy earnestly against my tongue and mouth, while her own mouth was swallowing my cock whole. Her sexy noises -- grunts, moans, whines -- were turning me on more, driving my tongue deeper into her cunt.

Kitty surprised me, she poked a finger into my asshole while sucking my cock. I must have gasped in surprise, she snickered, almost laughing with my hard cock throbbing inside her mouth. I was so swollen and hot. "Ohhh SHIT!" I muttered, wincing at the finger entering my hole, "ooooh fuck!" I spread my legs wider for my wife, adoring her kinky nature. "You're such a fuckin' cockwhore," I gasped against her twat.

"Mmmm, oh yeah," she salivated, pumping her lips up and down my five and a half inch shaft, "fuck my mouth, Daddy!"

I pushed her head down, sliding my dick farther up her mouth, over her tongue, into her throat a bit. She moaned, releasing my cock, then she leaned way forward and licked down past my balls again to my asshole, licking it. "Mmmm, love your dirty whore?" she asked, her nose and mouth buried between my rotund buttocks, lapping at my anus. I returned the favor, licking up to her puckered little asshole, licking it hard to make it so wet.

"Yess," responded I to her question, "love what a dirty nasty cunt you are -- admit it -- say, Kitty is a dirty nasty cunt!"

My wife sneered, her tongue still against my ass for a moment. "Mmmm," came her soft purr, "Kitty is a dirty cunt!" Then, her voice full of energy, she wickedly gasped, "I might even let you fuck my ass, Daddy!"

"Oh, I got a cock hard to do that," came my instant reply, my tongue still dancing around her little tight butthole. I loved my wife not just because she was a dirty cunt, but because -- well, I just loved her. "Mmmm, now get on your fours you slut -- show me that hot ass!"

Kitty shook her fanny over my face, then crawled away from me into the middle of the bed, looking back at me. Her shoulders lowered to the sheets, raising her little butt up high. We have a full-length mirror on the wall next to the bed, for exactly these purposes. I pointed her to face the mirror, so I could see the reflection of her face, and her titties dangling under her chest. I crawled behind her body, holding her hips in my hands, rubbing my dick against her glistening-wet anus.

"Oh Daddy -- fuck it!" she screamed, watching me through the mirror too.

I was admiring that hot ass bent over in front of me, offered for my sexual pleasure. "Mmm fuck baby, your ass is so sexy -- oooh, you want Daddy to fuck that little asshole, you whore?"

"Yes!" she screamed again, even more loudly, "fuck your hot slut!"

I rubbed my dickhead on her asshole, leaning down for a second to spit on it, get it even more wet. I popped the head of my penis in that tight hole, wincing, it was so tight. "Ohhh FUCK, you hot whore!" My hands wrapped tightly around her hips, as I slipped my pulsating meat into her tiny ass.

"Ohhhh fuckkk!" she screamed, face buried against the bed sheets, ramming her body back to meet mine.

As I began to pound her asshole, I reached forward to grab her wrist, and I guided her hand beneath her body, up between her legs, so she could start to rub her wet slutty pussy. "Fuck yourself, you horny little bitch," I grunted, staring into the mirror, watching her eyes and face while she felt me entering her asshole, bit by bit.

"Ohhh my gawwwd, Daddy," my wife shrieked into the sheets, her fingers pressing her clitoris, her eyes watching mine through the mirror too, "you're the best!"

I was taking my wife's butt, holding her firmly with hands around her little waist, shoving dick into her asshole. "No, you're the best," I panted, gasping, "you just make me feel like the best -- 'cause I'm so happy with you -- god you turn me on SO much!" I slid a hand down her back, towards her shoulders, pushing her face into the bed sheets more. "Now shut the fuck up, baby, fuck my dick with your hot little ass!" Reaching all the way forward, I grabbed her long hair, twisting it around my fingers and thumb, then with a ball of hair in my fist, I pushed my fist against the base of her neck. The pressure forced her body against the bed, causing her ass to stick up higher too, way up high She was pushing back, energetically and enthusiastically, shrieking in delight. While I rocked my body and thrust my dick in and out of her tight little asshole, I was almost laughing, as she rocked her body back, fucking against me.

It was no accident that I was gripping her hair, yanking her around the bed as I wanted. "Ohhh god Daddy!" wailed my wife, eyes closed, her face and chest shoved hard against the bed and unable to move from my hand gripping her hair, "you know my secret desire, baby!"

Emphasizing my power over her, I yanked her hair up a bit, pulling her onto her elbows, and she had no choice but to comply, continuing to push back against my bone in her butt. Then I yanked her over to one side, then the other, snickering as I drove her around a bit, my hand pulling hard on the hair at the base of her skull. "That's it you fucking whore -- fuck me with that hot ass -- I'm just using your hole, getting off, 'cause you're so sexy!"

My nasty wife was barely able to turn to look at me, as I kept tugging on her long black hair. Finding my eyes in the reflection of the mirror on the wall, she sneered, "Ohhh, I want you to cum in my hot ass!"

"Ohhh shit, yeah, you cunt," I panted back, "fuck me!" I yanked her hair extremely hard now, jerking her head up, drawing a yelp from her. I was fucking her ass like a toy. "You're my fuckin' sextoy, you hot adorable little slut!"

She was wincing, screaming. "Fuckkk yeah! I'm your little fucktoy!"

Her little body is so fucking made for sex. Tight ass, perky little titties, slender waist, gorgeous Asian face. I was staring at her eyes and nose in the mirror, while my erection was plowing in and out of her butt, feeling how tight she was around it. With a quick motion, I pulled out of her asshole entirely, and without giving her a chance to react, I tossed Kitty onto her back. Instantly I forced her thighs open, wide apart, pressing her knees into her titties, opening her up so much, bending her in half. Her ass rose off the bed, her feet sticking up to the ceiling. I pointed my erection at her asshole again, and once more I slid my dick into her butt, fucking her as she lay on her back under me.

"Ohhh gawwwd!" she shouted, looking up at me with wide brown eyes.

With her body bent backwards, in half, I was turning her inside out, my hard penis entering her asshole as deep as I could shove it. My hands were on the bed, her legs hooked around my arms, so she could not straighten herself out. Her feet were not almost back around her head, bouncing around. As my weight crashed into her small soft ass, her body wanted to slide around the bed, so I needed to keep her in position. I took one hand and split my thumb from my fingers, and I placed the "V" shape against the base of Kitty's neck. I wasn't choking her, just lightly gripping her that way, holding her firmly to the bed.

Her big eyes choked on the feeling of my hand around her petite, frail neck. "Fuckkk!"

Keeping her planted on the bed, applying light pressure on her neck with my hand, I held her body in place so I could savagely thrust my dick into her asshole. Her pussy was so wet, as my abdomen slammed into it over and over, pumping my cock in her ass. Her juices were coating my skin, my tummy down to my hips and balls. The entire room stank of my cock in Kitty's hot asshole. "Fucking whore!" I grunted, straining to hold her down, humping my penis in and out of her little Asian butt.

"Shit," she repeated, gasping, hardly breathing but not because of my hand on her neck, "I wanna feel you cum, baby!"

I felt the swirling of pressures in my balls, knowing it was close. "Mmmm yeah," moaned her perverted husband, sweating as I rammed my erection in and out of her little asshole, "you make me wanna explode." I released her neck, letting her breath a bit more, and I put both hands on her shoulders to hold her down firmly on the bed. Pinning her hard, staring into her eyes, I realized I couldn't get enough of her gorgeous face and eyes -- anytime, fucking or not fucking -- anytime. In such lust for my wife, pumping my cock faster and deeper into her ass, I thrust it was far as it could go, my balls smashing her asscheeks. My neck and back were straining, my leg and ass muscles on fire as I kept pounding her little bent-over body.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped, as the floodgates opened. "Yeah baby, I'm cumming!"

My cockhead erupted, feeling like it was blasting off my body as I shoved it hard inside her asshole. I started squirting semen into her butt, flooding out, spewing my sperm deep into her ass. Kitty was moaning, staring up at my face, as I swallowed hard and released jets and jets of sperm inside her little hole. "Ohhh fuck, oooh fuck," roared her approving husband, "ohhh fuck Kitty -- ohhh your ass is sooo fucking hot!"

"Mmmm," she purred back, her hands around my arms, watching me orgasm above her.

Panting and sweating, I looked down at my wife and laughed. "So much for a relaxing time with wine and cheese in bed, huh?"

Her eyes were divine. "God, I love you," she moaned at me, directly into my soul.

I pulled my cock out of her ass, it was drenched, sloppy wet. "I love you, babygirl," I smiled, "my Kitty -- my little Asian slut -- my love." Taking but one second to catch my breath, I released her legs so she could lay flat and relax, as I crawled up the bed towards her face. I pointed my dick at her, the juices flowing down the shaft. "Is my little slutty bitch gonna clean Daddy's messy dick now, huh?"

She winked. "For you -- yes!"

(You know, I think she says that to all the guys.)

"Taste your ass on my cock you slut," I said with a surly voice, pushing my penis to her mouth, "you love the flavor, don't you -- it means you're a nasty fucking whore." Her brown eyes looked up at me as she swallowed some of my cockhead and shaft in her mouth, sucking it dry, cleaning off the flavors of my cum and her butthole. I stared down at the sexy sight, so turned on, my cock still rock-hard even though I had just orgasmed. "Mmmm, that's it, all of it -- clean it all off -- mmm my balls and even my asscheeks, inside my thighs, all over -- taste the fucking mess you made on me!"

"Oh fuck, yes," slurred my wife, greedily licking not just my dick but my balls, then licking around my thighs and asscheeks as I wanted, "love being your fuckin' whore."

After she had licked up the sweat, pussyjuices, sperm and ass flavors off of my cock and body, I leaned over, kissing her, sharing the mix of nasty, powerful scents. Kitty moaned in my mouth, letting me lick around her tongue and cheeks, tasting it. We were both breathing heavily as we made out, my hands gripping her hair, holding her head as I smashed my mouth onto hers.

"God," Kitty panted as our kiss ended, "I love bringing the animal outta ya."

"I like fucking you like a beast," I smiled back at her, "I didn't hurt your neck, did I?"

My playful wife snickered and shook her head. "Not at all -- just the way I like it."

I moved back in for a second kiss, swapping the flavors of our ass-fucking, and as we did my hand slid down her slender body to her sopping-wet, shaved-bald pussy. It hadn't been fucked yet, and only licked a little. I stiffened my index finger, easily sliding it into her pussyhole, almost hearing the wet little tube sucking my digit inside. Her body reacted instantly, quaking as my finger entered her, and I had only one thought on my mind.

"I want my slut to ride me," I barked into our kiss, "show me your hot body -- get on top of Daddy."

Her kiss turned hungry, sucking my tongue furiously a few seconds, then Kitty jumped away from me and she allowed me to lie on my back on the bed. I had my feet facing the mirror, so in the reflection I'd be able to see her hot ass and slender back . . . and my balls under her, as my cock entered her vagina. Kitty threw her slender leg over my hips, squatting on my pelvis, letting my put my hands on her thin frame to guide her into position. I used my cock muscles to lift the head of my prick, touching her cuntlips, and she wiggled her butt so that her hole was now kissing my cock's eye. She grunted, I moaned, and she sat down on my pole, sliding it into her cunt.

"Ohhh, fuckkk!" my wife groaned, eyes fluttering closed, feeling my erection probing her twat, prying apart her cuntlips and pushing into the tightness inside.

Knowing how I like it, Kitty sat upright on me, arching her back to push her little breasts forward, her hands scraping my hairy thighs behind herself. She giggled at my adoration of her A-cup boobies, and she took one of her hands to lightly cup and brush her breast, just toying with it, while her eyes watched my eyes staring at the sight. Sticking out a finger, she sucked her digit until it was sopping wet with saliva, then she traced her wet fingertip over her nipple, making it glisten in the flickering candlelight.

"Mmmm," she muttered while still studying me facial reaction, feeling how hot I was jamming my prick into her beneath her thighs. She slipped her hand from her tit into her spread-open crotch, two fingertips teasing her little clitty while her cunt was riding up and down slowly on my pole. She moaned, her eyes closing, feeling the sensations of her fingers on her sizzling clitoris. Wanting to fuck more deeply, Kitty put both her hands on my chest, propping herself up, and she began to hump me with more vigor. Her hips swayed side to side, whipping her hips and my cock around, and the heavy lubrication of her juices on my cock made her cunt slide easily up and down my pole. Panting, staring down at my eyes, my wife started fucking me faster, rhythmically, picking up the sway.




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 03



"Ohhh, fuckkk!" she gasped, tongue out, panting, humping my shaft. I felt her juicy-wet buttocks brushing over my hairy thighs with each thrust, squirming over my lap, making my dick poke in and out of her vagina. Juices were dripping down my shaft, slickening my balls. She let her head fall back, as she concentrated on the feeling inside her pussy. "Baby!"

I stared at her tits bouncing in front of me, then down at her mound as it rode my stiff pole. "That it you fucking cunt, ride my cock . . . ohhh shit feels so good, honey!" I had a sexy thought about her day. "Did you ride both of those bigger dicks earlier today . . . did they fuck you cowgirl-style like this, baby?"

Her jaw was trembling as she was arousing herself with the sex. "Yes!" she blurted out, answering me forcefully as she exhaled, "yes, baby, I rode their big dicks, it felt fucking incredible!" Her eyes rolled a bit into her head, as she remembered the feeling of the large cocks shoved up her pussy with her ton top of her studs. But ever the doting wife, Kitty let out a low moan and gasped, "Mmm, you feel good too, baby, fuck me!"

Instead of sitting upright on me as we fucked, she leaned forward now, almost horizontal over me, pressing a nipple into my mouth. I greedily sucked the little knob, closing my lips and tongue on it, while her pussy was swallowing my penis. My hands slid down Kitty's body and groped her soft asscheeks, feeling her body riding my pole back and forth, humping me. Her hands gripped my head close to her body, cradling me against her breasts. My senses were surrounded by Kitty, the sight of her tits and chest, the smells of her pussy and sweat and perfume, and my ears filled with her moans and aches and grunts. The two of us were panting hard while she rode my penis back and forth, harder, faster.

"Gonna . . . gonna," she exclaimed breathlessly, her eyes closing, alerting me to her nearing orgasm. It made me pump my cock into her cunt harder; I was undulating my hips up and down, pushing my penis deeper into her twat as she wiggled and moaned. Then her eyes fluttered, her body stiffened and I felt her vagina spasm and leak fluids, as she let out the most delicious roar of approval. "Uhhhh FUCK YESSS! Uhhhgnnn oooh -- cummmming . . . Daddy!"

"Yes baby!" I was gripping her small ass firmly in both hands, slamming my cock in and out of that hot wet twat, squeezing her nipple between my lips to draw out a sensational orgasm in my wife. "That's it you whore, cum for Daddy!" I slid my lips up her body, onto her neck, biting the nape of her skinny little neck softly. My hot breath tickled her senses, me panting on her perspiring skin, as my erection continued the pound into her cunt.

"Oh fuckin' . . . shit, ohhhh!" She was still suffering the waves of pleasure of her orgasm, rippling through her little body, feeling her horny husband ramming his prick into her twat hard. My hands were planted tightly around her little ass as she lay over me, letting me smash her body down onto my erection, driving me as deep as I could reach. "Ohhh fuckkk, Daddy . . . cummm!"

Panting and sweating, moaning from my sore body still violently pounding her smaller frame, I kissed up to her mouth, pressing lips on hers, and she kissed back, making out as we made love. "Mmm baby," I groaned into her mouth, "sooo good . . . you turn me on so much . . . you're sooo sexy." My lips found her tongue, suckling it, kissing her furiously.

"Mmmmm, yesss," winced my wife into our kiss, her body still gyrated on top of me.

I had her sit upright again, straight up to the ceiling. Kitty reached one hand forward to the headboard, as leverage to steady herself. At my request, she slipped her other hand down to her clitty, fingering it with two digits, while she kept riding my penis inside her pussy. Her face quivered, she rolled her eyes again, gasping, feeling how wet her cunt was, teasing her clitoris while fucking me. With her tits pointing out into the air above me, I reached up with both hands, playing with them, pinching her nipples, swirling pussyjuice and sweat around her nipples.

Then, I began bouncing my hips, hard, up and down -- extremely dramatically. I used all my force to thrust my pelvis straight up. The impacts drove my cock far up into her cunt, and made her whole body lift up into the air. Then as I lowered myself as rapidly as I had thrust up, she felt her body smash down on me, a little collision assisted by gravity. "Mmmm, yeah!" my wife approvingly shouted, as I began making her body bounce up and down on me, smashing into me, flying into the air, fucking me even more deeply.

Our eyes met, as I was pounding into her.

"Daddy," she panted, smiling but exhausted, but still fucking me, "I love you!"

My eyes returned the sentiment. "I love you sooo much, Kitty -- sooo much!"

I was staring at her gorgeous face and slanted brown eyes as I fucked her, thrusting up into her with mechanical force. Time for a change, I decided. I grabbed her under the armpits and pushed her off of me, lifting her really, tossing her onto her back. She flopped down without resistance, giving into my decision. No sooner had her back hit the sheets, than I jumped on top of her, hooking my elbows under her knees, spreading open her sore legs. As I leaned over her, staring down at her little naked body, I rammed my cock back into her cunt. She was so loose and wet, it sank deeply into her on the first thrust. My balls were immediately against her hot little ass, my cock sunk all the way inside Kitty's vagina.

"Ohh, god," she gasped, her eyes rolling, her back arching for more. I felt her body pushing against me, still fucking me. I was thrusting back and forth, faster, harder, pumping my shaft into that hot pussy. With her moaning relentlessly, I reached a hand down, my thumb on her clit, grinding it hard, pushing it into her, really powerfully rubbing her clit while I fucked her hole below it.

"Mmm, you fucking whore," I spat down at my slutty wife, giving her the third hard fucking she'd received that day, "you're so fucking sexy -- you're such a cockfucking slut -- you're fucking made for fucking men, you're a fucking Asian cumbucket, you dirty fucking bitch!"

Ramming harder and faster, the bed shaking, pumping my love into her savagely, Kitty's face contorted and she shrieked to another orgasm, my words sending her over the edge. "FUCKKK!" she choked, screaming, body arching and shaking, her hands flailing uselessly by her side. My eyes were staring at her hot titties, my hand was reaching down rubbing her clitty now, intensifying her orgasm. I knew my foul mouth was turning her on. "Mmm, you like being called what you are, don't you bitch -- a WHORE -- a fucking, cocksucking, cockfucking cunt that loves COCK -- made for fucking cock -- using all your slutty holes to make me cum so fucking hard!"

She continued to moan, and I muted her sounds by kissing her hard, thrusting tongue in her mouth, showing that I was in love with my slutty Asian cumbucket. I kept plunging my engorged, throbbing penis into her wet vagina, over and over. "Soo hot," she grunted against me, her body weakening as I continued to assault her cunt with my hand and cock. The bedsheets under her were soaking wet, juices and sweat making a cesspool of fluids as she lay back getting hammered. 

"Sooo turned on, fuckin' you," I told her, needlessly.

Kitty smiled up at me. "Oh, definitely!"

Our bodies were both so sore, but pressing together, we drove on, the energy of our lust keeping us going. My hands slid up her legs to her knees now, pushing them backwards, onto the bed, spreading her wide open. As my ass humped her up and down, fucking her hole, I rose above her and stared down at her little Asian body as I continued to fill it with cock. "I love you, babygirl," I exclaimed, then kissing her hard, fucking her mouth with my tongue.

"I love you too, baby," she shouted back at me, then convulsing with another orgasm. "Ohhh -- fuck -- YESSS, ohhh god YESSSSS!"

My penis was sliding in and out of her wet, gushing pussy so easily. Staring down at her naked body under mine, my pelvis ramming back and forth so fast, cock so hard, I was drawing near another orgasm for myself too. She sensed it. "Cummm, baby -- I want your spunk," she groaned, her voice painful from straining during the fucking.

"Mmmm, yeah," I agreed, sensing the end of the fucking was nearing, "in your slutty pussy, hmm? Where your boyfriends came today too, filling you with all their sperm?"

"Yes!" Her eyes opened, meaningfully staring at my face, sensing my exquisite pleasure. "Yes, please, cum in me!"

Staring down at my wife, ramming faster and faster, deeper and deeper, I buried my cock all the way inside, almost hurting my aching balls as I smashed my body against hers. Feeling myself at the back of her cunt, the pressure was so intense, I was about to unload myself.

"Ohhhh gawwwwd -- David!" Kitty was having another orgasm too, right when I was about to explode. Her arms were clutching me, she was holding onto my body for dear life, her legs so sore and spread open, her cunt ravaged by her horny husband.

My balls exploded and the cum started squirting out of my penis. "Uhhh, baby!" I screamed, cumming painfully, shooting inside her twat. "Uhhhh, yessss!" The jism pumped into her cunt; my cockhead was hurting, feeling torn apart, cumming so hard. My mouth was dry from panting so much, but I couldn't resist telling her my feelings. "Mmmm, you fucking cunt -- fucking making me sooo hard for you -- your dirting fucking ass and twat got me to cum sooo fuckin' hard inside you, you nasty little bitch -- ohhh fuck, oooh!"

She gasped, then giggled, then laughed, as my cum subsided, and our bodies slowed down to a soft, romantic pace, staring into each other's eyes, both of us out of breath, sore. "Mmm, baby," Kitty sighed, relaxing, even with my penis still inside her twat, "love it when you cum!"

That made me laugh as well, a good chuckle that hurt my sore muscles. "Heh heh, that makes two of us!" Then, wiping some of the sweat off of her eyebrows, I collapsed on top of her, resting comfortably, letting my spent erection languish inside her warm, sopping-wet pussy. "But, I live for you cumming -- I want you to cum sooo many times."

We both breathed heavily, kissing lightly, then each had the same idea simultaneously.

"David," she panted, exhausted and spent but now very hungry, "can you reach for some of the cheese?"

I snickered because I was, at that very moment, eyeing up the plate of food myself, my stomach having taken over my cock at the moment, in terms of my priorities. "You'll have to fend for yourself, baby -- I'm already there!"

* * * *

Two hours later. I was sound asleep. Kitty wasn't, lying there quietly, perhaps overtired from having fucked three cocks in one day -- not to mention the overnight, multi-hour marathon with Jackson, masturbating for him in front of her webcam for that entire time. She let her eyes rest in the dulling light, provided by half of the candles, with the others having burned out.

Something -- woman's intuition? -- made her look over onto her nightstand, where her cellphone laid quietly. There was a flashing green light at its corner, indicating she'd received a text. Kitty hadn't heard it go off, but then again, with the sex and all, that wasn't surprising.

Sore but curious, she flipped her phone open. It was a message from Rick, a long one.

"Kitty -- I'm lying here in bed and I miss you. I wish it was you by my side. Don't you wish the same thing too? Want to see you soon, not sure when I can. This sucks, having to wait to see you. I really wish I could change that, so we could be together every day, every night. I'm thinking a lot about that. I know you do. We should be together. Tell me you agree. I love you. Rick."

Awww, that was sweet, she thought. She immediately knew what she wanted to write back.

"Yes," she typed with her thumbs, "& I luv ya 2."

She winced, after hitting "send." She did like the sentiment he expressed. But she wasn't sure she wanted to leave the implication that she, too, preferred to be able to see him every day, and every night. That was quite a thought.

However . . . .

She pictured Rick's handsome face, sexy body, huge cock, loving heart. She knew how he made her feel, when they were together. It was an awesome feeling.

So, while she wasn't sure she meant to say "yes" to his question, she also wasn't sure that she didn't mean to say it either.

For the moment, she avoided the quandary by putting her cellphone down, and going back to sleep.



Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 04



[Author's note: This is part of a continuous story, it's not really a stand-alone chapter. I recommend reading the parts continuously, and not jumping into it cold.]



At the time, kneeling nude in the foyer of our house just before noontime, with her pussy dripping in excited anticipation of the remainder of the day, she mistakenly thought it would just another typical, slutty Thursday.

Compared to the extremely busy previous week, the last couple of days had been remarkably uninteresting. She's had sex with me, her husband, each night, and some cybersex and phonesex during the days and evenings, but she hadn't met any of her boyfriends. None of the married men had been available for sex, and Kitty felt obligated to getting some chores and errands done after basically ignoring them for almost two weeks. By contrast, during the previous week and a half, including the long Fourth of July weekend, Kitty fucked Rick (several times), Patrick, Tim, Joseph, Jack, Kent, a girl (Hana) with Rick, and of course her husband. Maybe her pussy was too worn out from all that sex, often more than one man a day.

Rubbing her drenched-wet, shaved-bald cuntlips, my petite, 29-year old Asian wife excitedly looked up from her knees. "Mmm, oooh baby, let's see that big hot dick of yours!"

Her exquisitely handsome and fit fuck-buddy Rick grinned down at Kitty, his dark eyes sparkling with desperation for her too. "Shit you're anxious today," he giggled while his fingers fumbled with his belt and then the button and zipper of his slacks, "you can't wait for my big bone, can you, you cheating little slut?" Then, with his voice changing into a soft, romantic tone, he sighed with a hint of surprise. "It's a special day, do you know that?"

Already naked on her knees in front of Rick, Kitty began stroking her clitoris with two fingertips while she waited for her boyfriend to take out his awesome erection. Her anxiety came from her carnal knowledge of his tool; it was, by far, her most favorite cock that she regularly fucked. She couldn't wait to see all nine and a half inches of the three-inch-thick pole pop out, its huge, soft helmet leaking that musky, salty precum, oozing as he got ready to fuck her tight vagina. Her entire focus was on his prick, and she missed the signal about the day being special for some reason; maybe he just meant, they were able to be together after a week apart. "Mmm, no I can't wait, baby," she winked, not hiding her anticipation. "Mmmm, Rick, I'm sooo wet for you -- I need you sooo much today!" The lack of big dicks in her pussy since the prior week had made her ravenously hungry for Rick's uniquely awesome erection.

Not five foot and under a hundred pounds, my slender Asian wife looked so tiny compared to Rick, particularly as she waited on her knees in front of him, while he finished disrobing his shirt, pants and underwear. Then he stood up in front of her, proudly displaying once again his enormous meat, the throbbingly-hard, 9.5 inch concrete pole, pointing it out of his shaved abdomen right at my wife's smiling face. "Mmm, this what you're looking for honey?" he snickered, taking his awesome dick in his hand and pushing his hips forward to rub the moistened head of his penis against her waiting tongue. But as soon as contact was made he pulled back, laughing, then going forward again -- and again pulling back, teasing her. "Oooh, no, my little slut needs to tell me what she wants."

"Oooh fuckkk!" Kitty grunted with lust ready to explode in her veins, she was pouting not laughing at his playfulness. "Rick, baby, I've been waiting all day to suck your huge, gorgeous cock again -- I know its only been two days since last time but it feels like a fucking year!"

My slutty hotwife wasn't waiting, she reached a small petite hand up to Rick's enormous bone, squeezing the super-fat cock at its massive base, feeling how solid and how hot it was, burning against her fingertips. Leaning up on her knees now she wrapped her lips around the cockhead, sucking the bulbous soft orb into her mouth, applying a vacuum to it, drawing more precum into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the eye inside her mouth now, then she began feeding some more of his meat into her mouth. Two, three, four inches of his huge boner fucked her little mouth, stretching her cheeks, pushing over her tongue at the back of her throat, making her gag and laugh for a moment.

The flavor and smell of his prick was like a drug; she couldn't stop feeding her senses with Rick's gorgeous erection. But even just looking at his handsome face and powerfully muscular shoulders, arms and chest was arousing enough. How lucky was she to have attracted the attention and affections of this gorgeous stud?

"Shit, you cocksucking whore," the rich, handsome married male slurred of my horny wife, "your hubby's cock hasn't satisfied you the last couple days, huh, that's why you couldn't wait for my big dick, is that right?"

Kitty's brown eyes stared up at him while she still had his penis inside her mouth, sucking it, making it wet with her saliva. She shrugged, then smiled up at him, giving him the impression he was right. She wasn't going to correct him; Rick had no idea her husband -- me! -- fully approved of her having sex with multiple boyfriends regularly, daily, sometimes more than one a day. She couldn't stop pleasing her cunt, especially since I made enough for her not to have to work. She knew Rick got off on believing he was giving her something she couldn't get anywhere else, and he was uniquely special to her. He was special, of course, in his own way; that was true of her husband and each of her boyfriends. But Rick, like most of her boyfriends, didn't know about the others, and thought she was cheating behind her hubby's back. It made him feel comfortable with their relationship, and she typically saw no reason to change that harmless fact.

Rick grabbed her long black hair firmly, right behind the crest of her skull, pulling her mouth off of his erection with a popping noise. Kitty gasped, choking a bit, saliva streaming down her small chin. "Look how fuckin' hard you make me, you cunt," he grunted, grabbing his cock in his other hand, "I want you to admit that you need to fuck my big cock, you're fucking made to fuck it, you little Asian slut!"

"Ohhh, shit," gasped Kitty, so turned on, "ohh yesss -- Rick -- make me your fucking little whore, I'm so fucking hot for you!"

He gripped her hair even more tightly in his powerful fist, yanking her mouth forward, while he shoved his cockhead and shaft into her mouth. She defended herself by putting hands on his rock-hard athletic thighs, holding herself upright, feeling his oversized penis brutally thrusting to the back of her mouth. She'd only had his cock in her mouth two minutes and already he was wanting to fuck her throat. "C'mon you cocksucking whore," the horny married male spat at her, "suck my fucking dick, you cunt!" 

Now both of his hands grabbed Kitty's skull, holding it firmly in his palms and fingers, bending his knees to lower his loins to be level with my petite wife's face. Clutching her head he plunged his erection hard into her mouth, right through her throat, expanding her muscles, stretching her neck, while he shoved a good six inches of his erection inside her. Kitty was expecting it, but she was never quite prepared to deep-throat a cock as large as Rick's -- she could do it to her husband's 5.5 inch cock, or even upwards of boyfriends with 7.5 or 8 inches -- but Rick was something else. The thickness of his cock combined with its steely length savagely opened her throat, touching her gag reflex, making her chest heave while he fucked her hole, his hands gripping her hair so she couldn't pull away.

"Ahhh shit, fuck!" He was staring down at his massive penis disappearing into her little mouth. "Ahhh, shit, you bitch -- you fuckin' cocksucking whore -- ohh, Kitty, you suck dick better than anyone --- ooh, yeah, you bitch, fuckin' choke on my dick you fuckin' cunt!"

Her eyes were looking up at him lovingly, watering while she tried to keep down the impulse to vomit, letting him use her mouth and throat for his entertainment. "Mmm, uhgggh, uhhhhhh!" She loved hearing the nasty talk and insults; she liked knowing, even better, she was pleasing him the way no one else did.

Suddenly, Rick pulled his enormous penis out of Kitty's mouth, but kept his hands wrapped around her head to drag her immediately to her feet. With the two of them standing in the foyer of our suburban house, mid-morning sunlight streaming through the windows, he held her face still and leaned down his mouth to hers. She didn't need to be made to do this, Rick was a wonderful kisser. She had her tongue out even before his mouth drew near, and the first thing they did was wrap tongues together, lapping, moaning, then their lips sealed shut and she felt him start to fuck the back of her mouth with his ultra-long tongue. His hands continued to grip her head, not letting her move away, while the two lovers moaned and swapped deep breaths lung to lung, sucking each other's lips and tongues.

Kitty's hand felt his penis, wet and slick from her saliva and clear throat mucus. The massive size of her amazing cock in her hand caused her bare twat to cream some more. But she felt her clitoris throbbing from the deep, meaningful thrusts of his tongue into her mouth, drawing the two of them close in a passionate embrace.

She pushed herself back, away from his mouth, stroking his erection in one small hand while staring up into his eyes. "Fuck me," she snarled, "fuck your little slut, Daddy!"

It was a pet name, not a familial relationship; Rick was indeed a "daddy" but only to the two little kids from his always-rocky marriage. But having another man's wife call him "Daddy" caused his already-pulsating dick to ache even more for her.

Wanting her to feel his lust, the tall chiseled stud grabbed my wife's long hair again, this time just under her neck, yanking it back until she yelped. Then he spun her around as she stood on the cool marble floor, and he thrust his hand downward like a fist behind her neck, causing her to bend forward. As her small ass stuck out behind herself, his other hand rocketed towards her butt, two long stiff fingers pressing together and finding Kitty's gushing wet pussy from the backside. "Mmm, you little hot bitch," the male gleefully snickered, probing the tips of those two fingers against the entrance to her twat, "you really do need to be fucked, don't you?" Then he shoved the fat fingers into her cunt from the rear, as she leaned over as far as she could, her arms flailing uselessly for a second until she could grab her knees to steady herself.

The probing of his fingers into her achingly empty vagina made her scream, right off the bat. "Ohhh shit YESSS!" It wasn't an orgasm, just massive relief to finally have Rick servicing the needs of her lustful pussy. "Ohhh, mmm yeah, I'm sooo wet!"

She didn't need to tell him -- as his fingers pumped in and out, he was drawing streams of her juices, spilling down her thighs and around her asscheeks, and pooling on his palm and even down his wrist while his muscular arm pumped his finger in and out of her twat like a piston. His cock throbbed in mid-air, then he pressed its massive hulk against the petite side of her little hips, so she could feel his arousal while he was finger-fucking her cunt. My wife looked back at her lover over her shoulder, staring up at his pleasant tender eyes, begging for more. "Oooh yeah, oooh, shit -- oh god, fuckkk -- ohhh yesss!"

Giggling from an inside joke, Rick snickered while he continued to finger my wife's pussy. "You know what I told my wife and my secretary today? I said, I gotta go take care of something -- and looks like I was right, this hot little cunt needs my attention, doesn't it baby?"

"Fuck yeah!" Kitty was grunting, her eyes half-closed, pushing her little body backwards to meet the thrusts of his sexy fingers sticking into her vagina. "I'm sooo fuckin' wet, baby -- make me your slut, fuck my cunt!"

She felt his hand -- still gripping her long hair firmly -- yank up, forcing her to stand upright again, while he removed his fingers from her cunt. A moment later, he had his two digits against her lips, offering his dripping-wet fingers to her mouth. "Mmm, you like the taste of your own pussy, don't you, you hot bitch?" He smiled pleasurably when Kitty nodded, letting him insert his wet fingers into her mouth, and she began to suck and clean them off, replacing her pussy-juice with her saliva, while swallowing the flavors of her own vagina.

Then his hand fell away from her hair, dropping down her back to grope her small tight asscheeks. Rick's warm mouth replaced his fingers, sliding hungry male tongue back inside her mouth, over her tongue, and she sunk into the hot kiss, passionately kissing him back. Again her hand gripped his throbbing long erection, holding its heat while the two made out.

As his manly face pulled away from hers, his brown eyes staring into Kitty's brown orbs, he tone became soft, melodic. "You know, Kitty," he panted with a husky tone, "I love you, so much."

It was moments like this -- the tender romance in the midst of the hard, animal fucking -- that made Rick such a fantastic lover. "I love you too, Rick," my wife honestly exclaimed, giving into her powerful arousal and attraction to the gorgeous, rich married man.

They exchanged "I love you's" regularly -- before sex, during sex, after sex, in emails, on phone calls. She knew he meant it; so did she.

What he didn't know, of course, was that Kitty also meant it when she said it to David, her hubby -- me; to her other boyfriend Patrick; to her other-other boyfriend Tim; to her other-other-other boyfriends Joseph, Jackson, and Kent; to her friend Dino from the gym; to her fuck-buddy Vaughn, the tall black guy. There might have been more, and I'm not even counting the guys she knows only from online sex (cybersex, webcam sex, and phone sex). Kitty was free with her love. Her heart has room for everyone; she always meant it when she said it. She wanted every man to be happy to the maximum, to adore and love her fully, to be as satisfied as possible by her. Each man was his own, each was special, she loved all of us, each differently.

His big brown eyes, so soft on his rough but boyish face, surrounded by his masculine, muscular body, made her defenses melt and her honest emotions erupted. "Oh Rick," she moaned while her hand kept stroking his long fat cock, "I need you so badly -- you're so sexy, so sweet -- I love being with you, I'm so glad we're friends."

The male smiled, moving in for another kiss, making love to Kitty's mouth with his tongue and lips. After suckling her tongue into his mouth and closing around it, drawing it out, he released her mouth, raising his head to gaze on her flat, triangular Asian face, with her smallish A-cup titties and stiff brown nipples below. "You're fucking gorgeous," he moaned, "and sooo sweet and funny -- I can't get enough of you -- let's go up to the bedroom and fuck, baby."

He scooped her little body up in his construction-grade arms, carrying her up the stairs of our house towards the second-floor guestroom, where they usually fucked. Keeps his smell away from her marital bed, she'd tell Rick and other boyfriends as the excuse to use the slightly smaller Queen-size bed in the guest room, instead of the King in the master suite. In truth, it was the separation of her married life from her sex life. Rick didn't need to know that.

But this time, spying the larger bed in the larger bedroom, Rick turned the other way. With his long cock jutting in front of him, pointing the way, the muscular naked male carried my nude little wife to our marital bed, throwing her onto it, cackling. "Today's a special day," he excitedly exclaimed, crawling into the bed after her, "we gotta fuck right here -- we just gotta."

Kitty wasn't arguing, she was so horny for him, although she wasn't certain what he meant by "special day" -- she had an inkling, but she didn't want to think about it. Instead she rolled onto her small back, pulling her slender legs apart, revealing her drenched wet pussy. "Fuck me, honey," she moaned, reaching her arms up to him, "I need you so badly!"

The stellar married male bent forward, all the way down, planting his lips on my wife's small ankle. She squealed as he held her dainty foot in a hand, stretching her leg into the air, and he proceeded to lick a wet path down the inside of her leg -- past her knee, up the soft, velvety skin of her inner thighs, towards her gushing, bald mound. "Mmmm!" purred my wife, sinking back into our bed, spreading open her other leg, "oooh, yessss!" Eyes closing, she felt his mouth nearing her treasure. His hot breath fell on her moist pussylips; then, deliciously, his long tongue lapped out, the tip teasing her clitoris, brushing it, just lightly flickering it. Her hands reached down to grab his curly short hair, wanting to yank his mouth down to her hole -- but Rick intercepted her wrists, pinning them to the bed with his superior strength, just teasing her swollen wet clitoris with his tongue dancing around it in circles, making her ass thrash violently. "Ohhh yesss -- fuckkk, yesss -- ohhh god, ohhh yesss -- ohhh Rick, baby, honey --- mmm yeahhh --- oooh yeah honey!"

They'd been fucking maybe two or three times a week for almost four months now, sometimes less often when he had to leave town -- and sometimes more often when he took her on overnight business trips with himself to distant, empty hotel rooms. Each time seemed fresh and new; her body craved his awesome, exquisite physique, her cunt adored his incredibly spectacular penis, and her heart ached for his attention.

"Mmmm eat me!" my wife cried out, trying to thrust her pussyhole against his tongue, "fuckin' eat my cunt, Daddy!"

His lips devoured her clitoris, sucking it intensely, wrapping his lips tight on it and crushing it with a powerful force. She shrieked, his tongue adding to her pleasures by brushing against her clit inside his strong lips. Then suddenly he released the clit, lapping down her gushing wet pussylips to her hole, and thrusting his tongue inside he began to fuck her with his mouth. "Ohhh fuck yesss!" Kitty yelled at the top of her lungs, already have an orgasm from the moment his tongue entered her. The smell of his naked body, the gaze from his eyes, the sweet adoring love in his heart -- it all drove her over the edge, instantly, making her pussy explode and her limbs ache with waves of electricity.

"OHHH, YESSSS! FUUUCK, YESSS!"

My wife's small hands reached again for Rick's head, her slender fingers finding the short curly dark hair on his scalp, and she pressed her palms into his skull to drive his tongue harder against her pussy. Meanwhile she had her feet flat on our bed, shoulders against the bedsheets, and as she pushed her hips around her entire body arched up, full of sexual energy, lifting her ass and cunt off the bed, right up into his mouth. Rick pumped his long tongue inside her tight hole, stretching it open with just his tongue, reaching so deep inside it felt like his tonguetip was brushing over her G-spot. The first orgasm subsided but left her spasming twat in a tingling, aching state, demanding more of his tongue, deeper and faster. "Ohhh yes, Rick! Fuck me, more, more, eat your slut's cunt!" Grunting and wailing, gasping as she pressed her pelvis into his face and rapidly thrust her hips around in circles, Kitty masturbated herself against his tongue and lips, feeling his teeth even pressing her aching clitoris into her body.

Another sensation, his thumb at her anus; the little puckered hole was wet from her pussy's juices, and now he was rubbing that wetness over the hole, teasing it, preparing it for entry. Feeling that, Kitty raised her hips even more off the bed, opening her eyes in amazement at how horny she had become for him. "Yesss, Rick! Fuck me!"




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 04



But it wasn't his thumb entering her ass; it was his tongue, he licked down to it, lapping at it, then pushing his tongue inside her cunt. Kitty grunted at the pressure, and she reached a hand to her crotch to finger-fuck her cunthole while her boyfriend was rimming out her butt. His strong hands were both underneath her asscheeks, fondling and groping them, while he held her ass in the air and stuffed his tongue inside her anus, as deep as it could go.

"Ahhh, FUUUUCK!" my wife choked, having an orgasm, while saliva was pooling in the back of her mouth, forcing her to swallow even while trying to breath, her body on fire.

Loving the flavor of her little Asian butt, Rick rolled Kitty onto her knees, raising her ass up towards the ceiling, but keeping her face and shoulders against the bedspread. Moaning in delight, she pushed her butt as high as it could go, spreading her thin legs just a little, feeling that strong wet tongue touching her anus again. "Ohhh, Rick -- fuckkk!" It entered her tight ass, making her exclaim a burst of energy, her vagina sizzling for more attention. Reaching under herself, Kitty used two fingers from her hand to turn upwards, rub her cuntlips, then enter her aching pussy, satisfying the hunger while her sexy boyfriend was licking and stuffing her butt with his tongue. She felt his warm lips on her ass, the sensitive skin around the hole, with his tongue plunging hard into her puckered hole, and her muscles squeezed the tightness formed with the tongue up her little pooptube.

He scooted up, kneeling more upright behind her ass, bending his face down to tongue-fuck her butt. His hand pulled her wrist down, removing her own fingers from her cunt, so that his fingers could do that job instead. "Ohhh -- ahhh, yesss, YESSS! FUCKKK!" Kitty was coughing into the bedspread, drooling on it, soiling it under her face, feeling the pleasures on her cunt and butt. Rick's two powerful fingers rammed inside her vagina again, just like downstairs in the foyer, but she could relax into the bed now and fuck them back -- pushing her hips backwards, making him drive those fingers in more and more deeply. "Ohhh, baby, oooh, yesss -- ohh, fuckkk -- ohh, god, yesss -- ohhh, Rick honey!"

Sitting upright on his heels right behind her small, bent-over body, Rick watched her soft, small Asian ass sticking up into the air, while he deeply rutted her cunt with his two fingers, stuffed hard up that wet little hole. "You like that, baby?" he snickered, hearing her grunting and gagging, while my wife's cunt devoured his fingers. "Mmm, feel good? Right here, where your husband sleeps with you -- don't my fingers feel better than his cock in you, huh?"

"Ooooh, yesss!" Kitty wasn't necessarily answering his question, just proclaiming her lust for the sex, but she didn't deny how awesome it felt. "The best, baby, the best -- sooo fucking goood, I'm sooo fuckin' wet -- you're the best, Rick, oooh shit -- fuck me, fuck me harder!"

Rick contented himself to finger-fuck her juicy twat, faster and harder, reaching his other hand underneath her body and then upwards, so he could press his fingertips against her clitoris. Now, with double the attention on her hole and clitty, Kitty spread her knees more widely and rocked her upside-down body back and forth against his contact. "Yesss! Fuck, yesss! Ohhh, mmm, yesss! Ohhh, shit -- YESSSS, OOOOOH YESSS!" She was cumming again, hard, her eyes closed shut while she felt saliva all over her face, the damp bedsheets under her head soiling as she drooled. "FUCK MEEEE!"

His fingers pulled out of her twat, but were replaced by his tongue again. Now eating her from the backside, her ass up in the air, Rick bent all the way forward and smashed his tongue inside Kitty's vagina, his hands wrapping around her small hips to keep her body upright, bent over. He held her in a tight grip so she couldn't lean up, and he rocked her ass back and forth, his tongue stuck out like a cock to fuck her pussy while she rode the firm pink muscle.

"Mmmm! Ohhh yesss, baby, ooooh!"

All of the divine attention to her cunt was wonderful, but still not the holy grail. Even with two fingers stretching deep into it, her cunt ached for something much, much larger. "Baby!" she exhorted, more of a demand than anything else, "fuck me, put your big dick in me, Rick -- I need your big cock!"

He smiled to himself again, pulling himself back, licking her juices that were dripping down his lips. "You do, huh, baby?" His eyes watched juices still oozing down her thighs, out of her red-hot, gushing-wet pussy. "Right here, right now -- where your husband fucks you? You need me to fuck you?"

Kitty was sobbing, she was so desperate for his cock. "Yesss, baby -- yesss -- now, here, fuck me -- I love your cock, stick it in my cunt!" She fell onto her side on the bed, then continued to roll onto her back and spread her legs open again for him, showing him how much her wet vagina needed his penis. Snarling, she barked out her desires. "Come over here and stick that manly hot dick into my tight little Asian pussy -- you know my husband can't fuck me the way you fuck me!" She was serious, not lying, she wanted exactly what Rick could give her. "I probably shouldn't be doing this here, but yeah, this is where I fuck my husband, but I'd rather have your huge cock in me, baby -- now come fuck me and give this slut what she needs!"

"Oh, fuck, Kitty," the horny male panted, crawling over her body now, as she lifted her legs high, "I love you, baby, my cock is made to fuck your hot cunt!"

"Uh huh!" She put her ankles over his muscular broad shoulders, while her hands reached down to flatten her palms against his chest, feeling the firm muscles and strong bones of his body. Then she felt the swollen, soft head of his penis rub against her aching-wet cunt, and she squealed. "Oh god, Rick -- make me yours, fuck me now!"

Then he rammed forward and was fucking my wife.

"OH RICK!" shouted Kitty, her eyes half-closed, jaw trembling, her hands feeling his body about to start pumping her furiously. "YES BABY! FUCK ME!"

With one deliberate shove, Rick plowed his swollen erection hard against the tightness of her vagina. His fingers had loosened her, and she was fully lubricated by flowing cuntjuices, but her little cunt was so tight in its depths. It didn't stop him. Rick shoved his 9.5 inch, super-wide penis into my wife's drenched slot, not ramming but just pressing against the tightness inside of her, forcing his rigid pole deeper inside. She felt him loosening her up with just that one long stroke, not the hammering most men have to apply, and she freaked with a shriek of delight. "Ohhh fuck -- YESSS!" Cumming already from just his cock inside her once, she took so much of his length -- she had no idea how much -- seemed like much, much more cock than any other man could push into her. Pressures up inside her body, almost up to her lungs; her cunt stretching inhumanly wide, taking the erotic thickness of his wonderfully wide shaft. His shaved balls smacked against her wet asscheeks as he buried his bone inside her wet vagina.

"Ohh shit!" he moaned, wincing, feeling the tightness squeezing his superfat dick, "mmm, Kitty, sooo good!"

"Oh baby!" Her hands were useless, pressing against his rockhard, flat abdomen, as if to alleviate the pressures so deep inside her body; then as he began to hump her, sliding his fat pole back and forth, she started to cry and pant, and her hands now reached to his hips to feel the movement of his fabulously fit body. "Ohhh, Rick -- fuck your little bitch -- fuck me like a whore!"

She'd never had it this good, it seemed; his body was so freakishly gorgeous, his face the most handsome of any man she'd ever dated, and that extremely long, thick cock could reach places inside her body she didn't dare imagine. Feeling that incredible erection now sliding in and out of her, pulling so far out that it seemed endless -- then driving forward, sliding deep into her, so far, never stopping until it was miles inside of her -- Kitty tried not to lose her senses as the waves of pleasure inundated her body. She was crying, the stretching of her cunt was painful; but it was sensational, she was panting and barely breathing, and her nipples ached like someone was biting them when, in fact, they were just pointing into the air off of her A-cup boobies.

"Fuckkk! Ohhh, yesss, oh god -- ohhh, fuckkk! Fuck me, baby, yesss, ohhh fuckkk!"

She was cumming again, over and over, his indescribably perfect cock was stretching out her cunt and satisfying the aching so deep inside of her, she couldn't stop orgasming. Wave after wave erupted from her body, making her nipples hurt even more, her lungs burning as she tried to breath. Her face was smeared with tears and saliva, making her makeup run down her skin, but she didn't care. All Kitty could think about was that unbelievably awesome cock stuffing inside her pussy, fucking her in and out, thrusting so deep and driving her into insanity. "Ohhh yesss! Ohhh fuckkk! Ohhh gawwd yessss!"

Now, clutching the bedspread with her small hands, she just tried to keep her body in one place as the much heavier, extremely muscular male fucked her little frame. She felt her head against the headboard, his ramming had pushed her up the bed, and she was getting pressed into the wall. Her legs had fallen off his shoulders, but were hooked over his strong powerful arms, dangling in the air the sides, keeping her thighs spread open for him to screw her tight cunt.

"Rick!" She opened her eyes, staring up at the beautiful, sexy man fucking her. "Fuck your little cuntslut, baby, harder!"

"You fucking whore!" He was gasping, sweating profusely under his bulging arms and shoulders, staring at her small naked body taking so much of his penis, over and over. Reaching a hand down to her neck, wrapping fingers around it, he clutched her precious, tender neck and held her in place against the bed, squeezing. She felt her throat closing -- choking -- not a lot, but a little, and her already-heavy breathing became painful. She couldn't move now, pinned into the bed and her neck a half-inch from being snapped off, her eyes bulged wide at him while he brutally rutted her cunt with his amazing penis. Deeper, harder, he slammed his muscular body into her little figure, making a loud SMACK noise as his hips bounced off of her slickened wet asscheeks and thighs. Seeing her staring up at him, her throat surrounded by his broad strong hand, Rick held his slut in place by her human neck-collar while aggressively stuffing as much of his oversized penis as he could jam into my wife's tight pussy.

Dizzy, air being cut off, body bent backwards, pussy stretched beyond its limits -- Kitty was screaming in fright, but loving every moment of it. "Ugghhhnnngg!" It wasn't intelligible, it was just noise she was exhaling, her eyes rolling, every part of her body feeling violated by the rough brutal fucking. "Ahhhgggnnnnggg!"

"Yeah you cunt!" He was licking sweat off of his lips, watching himself fuck the little woman, his reddened, long fat penis plowing in and out of her tight vaginal lips. "Mmm, fuck me you whore!"

"Uhhggghhh - YEAAHHHH!" Kitty was cumming again, choking from the firm hand closing around her neck, stretching her body out. Her own hands wrapped around his arm, not to pull his hand away, but to steady herself while she had another orgasm. Coughing, gagging on saliva, she couldn't feel or sense the world at all anymore, just the incredible warmth of her pussy being savagely filled with Rick's perfect penis -- and the aching of her lungs as she tried to catch her breath, unable by his light choking of her slender neck.

Without warning, he released her neck -- and Rick pulled his dick out of my wife's vagina. He quickly rolled onto his butt, sitting with his broad back against the headboard, my pillow now directly underneath his sweaty asscheeks and musky asshole. Grabbing my wife's body, Rick lifted her onto his lap, positioning her pelvis over his, her cunt directly above his erection. Kitty was coughing hard, catching her breath, but wanting more sex. With her hands loosely on his strong wide shoulders, he pushed her down, sinking his dick upwards inside her vagina, fucking her again.

His eyes were gazing at her sexy, proportionate little titties on her slender body, with her long brown nipples pointing at him. Moving his hands up from her hips to her breasts, he cupped and groped them, man-handling them, taking what he wanted. He also desired her mouth, pressing his lips into hers, and Kitty moaned and opened wide, kissing him back, their tongues swirling together while she began to ride Rick's wonderful erection.

"Ohhh, baby!" She felt his hands pawing at her breasts coarsely, tugging and squeezing hard, distorting their shape as he pleased, and she moaned in desire. "Ohhh, fuck me honey!" Her knees and legs hurt, but she pumped her little body up and down, riding his pole, feeling the size of his erection so large inside her tight little vagina, screwing him faster and deeper.

They were panting in each other's mouths, sucking air directly from lung to lung, exchanging it, while her small body rode his awesome physique. Kitty screamed, having another orgasm, her twat wildly clenching his while she continued to pump herself up and down on him.

Soon his hands moved down her backside, covering her buttcheeks, groping them, fondling and squeezing them as he had done with her titties. She pushed her back into his strong grip, forcing her cunt down harder on his erection, while Kitty pressed her lips more into his mouth for a deeper kiss. Panting, sweating, aching, she began having another orgasm, the fat girth of his erection drawing out more erotic, more chilling cums than she'd ever had from anyone else.

"Fuckin' bitch!" The cheating stud sneered at his gloriously sexy girlfriend, knowing she was so turned on for him. His cock wanted to keep fucking her, but his balls wanted to explode. Time for his first orgasm.

Rick grabbed my wife under her armpits, thumbs and fingers curling around her ribcage, lifting her up and off of his penis. Then, depositing her down on the bed, he took a broad hand and grabbed her head, forcing it down on his prick. The cock and balls were drooling with juices, completely smeared with the liquids from her orgasms deep in her cunt. He didn't ask, he made her do it, pushing Kitty's mouth onto that wet, smelly erection, sucking him in, taking his shaft that was so wide she had to stretch her jaw apart as much as she could. "Yeah -- take it, bitch!"

Kitty rolled her eyes up to her boyfriend, seeing him so enamored with her mouth on his incredibly oversized cock, and she pushed as much of his 9.5 inches into her mouth and throat as she could. Not that she had a choice, his hand was against the back of her head, forcing her down more, not letting her pull up. Then, she sensed his tingling, his body rotating, and his grunt. He was there.

A moment later, his penis exploded in her mouth, shooting waves and waves of cum into her mouth, flooding her with the thick, salty mess, squirting into the back of her throat. Kitty didn't swallow, she let her sexy boyfriend have a hard cum inside his wife, the jism flowing down her chin, letting him deposit every drop of semen into her mouth and throat.

Soon, he cum was over, and her mouth was coated in semen. It even seemed to get in her nostrils, everywhere, filling her senses completely. With a big, painful gulp -- made worse by his brutal throat-fucking -- Kitty swallowed down the babymaking sauce in her mouth, every drop of it.

"Ohh, shit, mmm," she moaned, making sure most of his cum was licked off her teeth and cheeks before kissing Rick again, her hands rubbing his sweaty chest, "mmm, you're so good, it's incredible -- sooo good -- you're sooo sexy, I love you sooo much -- mmmm!"

He pulled her head back again, with another yank of her hair, but released her a moment later. Still panting himself, sweating, trying to catch his breath, he snickered at his girlfriend. "Your hubby ever fuck you like this?"

Kitty giggled, not really wanting to answer, but knowing what floated his boat. She was dead honest. "God -- NO!" Kissing him hard again, sucking air from his mouth, she then broke the kiss with a loud slurping noise. "Mmm, you're the BEST, Rick -- soo good, I'm so fucking hot!"

My wife's slutty Asian pussy was still wet; and Rick's dick, although he had just ejaculated, was still hard. Reaching a hand down, she felt his erection, and she stroked it slightly, finding him ready to keep fucking.

But, giggling, he toyed with her again by lifting Kitty off of his sweaty lap, pouring her sore body onto the bedspread while crawling back over her. "If my little slut wants to fuck me more," he chuckled bravely, grabbing his dick to rub her vagina too, "then you've gotta answer my question!"

"Oh?" My horny wife blinked, not sure what he meant. "What question?"

She didn't know what was coming. But she could see on his face a very broad smile, a shining glow in his eyes, something significant was about to happen.

Then, Rick blew her away.

First, distracting her, he nuzzled her neck with his warm, wet lips, his hot breath tickling her, sending goose bumps down her thighs and up her spine. As she moaned and flinched from the kiss, he licked up to her earlobe, licking it, then murmuring into her ear: "I'm leaving my fucking wife -- I've gotten a hot condo downtown, near the riverfront -- it's awesome -- I'm moving in this Monday -- and you're gonna move in with me!"

Boom.

Or, more like: KABOOOOM

"Oh?" Shivering from tickles running up her spine from his hot kiss on her neck turned to goose bumps of shock and, indeed, a bit of fright. "Rick -- are you serious -- you're . . . leaving . . .?"

Rick laughed, pushing her face back a bit from his, so she could see the smiling in his eyes, staring at her. "You know it's gonna happen, sweetie," he stalled, looking at the sweat dripping off of her nipple, using a stiff finger to trace the sexy rounded shape of my wife's little breast. "It's what you and I both really want -- to be together, every day -- it'll be fucking amazing, out of this world -- you'll have the best fucking time every day, and you and I get to wake up together every morning, and not have to hide or run around, or see each other just once a week."

The look on her face was pure shock, almost despair and anguish.

Her gorgeous, calm boyfriend tried to ameliorate her reaction by massaging her soft arm, his eyes communicating love and adoration. "You love me, I love you -- we should be together, everyday, I know I make you happier than anyone else, really!"

Was this really happening? "Rick -- I -- I -- I don't know." Her brown eyes forcibly looked into his face, to pretend she was not put off by this sudden revelation, but she found herself looking down to the bed, almost in fright. She knew her face was translating her honest reaction, and she found herself feeling guilty.

But, somehow, for some reason, she couldn't say "no" to this question. The image of, indeed, sleeping with Rick every night, of waking up with him, of being the woman of his life -- she never dreamed she'd have such a sexy, gorgeous, successful man. It was almost too good to be true. It was easy to be his sometimes-mistress, that was simple. But being his full-time girlfriend? She'd never thought it could be possible.

Yet, here was the opportunity. And, as ridiculous as it sounded, immediately her heart was embracing the possibility. It sounded really, really good.

Kitty she sat back on her heels on the bed, her throat sore from the fucking, her mouth still stinky with his sperm, her body dripping juices from the hard fucking. Her first, most natural reaction was defensive, to retreat to her lack of self-esteem. "Baby, you really sure you want ME?" She threw her little hands up and shrugged, as if amazed by the question. "I mean, I'm sure I'm not your only girlfriend -- like, there was Hana--"




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 04



Rick's dark eyebrows scowled, and his deep-set brown eyes read her emotions, not to his liking. "No, baby, there's--" He caught himself, then lowered his voice to a more friendly tone. "Look, yeah, I've played around in the past -- but, I want you with me, every day, every night -- and," he added with a smug wink, "I know it's what you want -- it's what your body and heart want, I can tell, don't deny it!"

Images were filling Kitty's pretty, intelligent head. He offered the obvious amenities of a good life. He had lots of money, more than she had in her current marriage. Going on all of his business trips with him -- flying first class, eating at top restaurants, sleeping in five-star hotels. She also knew she reacted to him like no one else. The thought made her heart throb. Waking up everyday next to Rick's fabulous body; fucking his incredible dick; seeing his eyes and knowing he was looking only at her, no one else, was she really that beautiful and sexy to get a man like him?

"Rick," my wife moaned, her voice dropping almost to an inaudible level at first. "You're sweet, but you have kids -- you really wanna put them through all that?" She was, undoubtedly, thinking of me and my situation. Kitty had to see it all the time, she knew what hell I was going through emotionally, and I'm sure she wanted to spare Rick all of that. "You know, I've never, ever asked you to leave your wife and family for me."

He shrugged. "I know." He was not liking how the conversation was going. "So, it's not just for you -- I mean, I have to do it, for me -- but, there's no reason for you and me to wait." Arching his back forward, about to crawl to her across the bed, his voice turned hopeful. "Don't you want that, Kitty?" He saw a glimmer of a smile in her eye, and he added some further incentive. "I mean, we have lots of fun -- like with Hana, we can do that stuff all the time, if you want -- I know you liked it -- you're a little bisexual slut, aren't you, you'll have way, way better sex with me every day, then you have here!"

Although he didn't know the full truth of her sex life -- not nearly even a piece of it, really -- Kitty didn't dismiss his words as empty rhetoric. He was right, in a way. Sex with him was amazing, beyond anything anyone else could give her. And it wasn't like she had to give up her entire sex life for him.

The way he was looking at her, she felt a moment of truth was here -- but she didn't know what the truth was. She'd turned down men in the past who wanted her to leave me, but this time, those words weren't coming out of her mouth. She was stuck on this image of Rick being hers fulltime, no one else in his life. It felt amazingly wonderful; he was an incredibly fabulous man.

"So," my wife thought aloud, probing the terms of the arrangement he had in mind, "you, and me -- and, what, sometimes we get to fuck other women?" She laughed, trying to make it sound like anything else other than a negotiation. Maybe, indeed, she could still have her current life. "And, do I get to bring another guy home, or something like that, so I get some of that too?"

But, no, immediately she found out Rick wasn't interested in her slutting around. Her boyfriend's face frowned in dismay upon hearing her request, almost incredulous she'd ask. "You -- what? No, baby -- I mean, I thought you love me -- right? What, I'm not enough for you -- you still would want other men?"

The steeled look in his eyes told her, immediately, not to go there.

"No," my slutty wife backed off quickly, giving him a loving, pouty look, "I just mean -- I'm not sure what you see for us, that's all."

The rich, married male had no problem answering that question. "What you and I have every time we're together -- total happiness, just like blind, sheer joy. I feel so good around you, like no one else, you make me feel soo loved, Kitty -- and I want to show that to you, too." He continued to crawl forward on the bed more, almost touching his face to hers. "I'm moving into the place in four days," he repeated, "I want to send the moving truck to your house on Monday -- like, noontime -- to pack you up, so you can be with me that very first night."

Rick kissed her waiting lips, and she kissed back.

"I love you," he told her, staring into her eyes two inches away, "come with me, be with me -- because I know you love me to."

She did.

"I do," Kitty moaned, behind honest, but not even sure herself what all that meant.

* * * *

Ugh! Why was Rick doing this?

She was mad, almost furious, that he was upsetting her life this way. Everything had been great -- the married boyfriends, the constant sex with hot men she loved, and a husband who loved her intensely and allowed her to be with anyone she wanted, at any time. Now Rick comes along, leaves his family for her -- as if that's not pressure enough -- and she has to leave everything behind, to be with him, full-time?

Yet, there was the other side of her.

Rick made her feel wonderful. Being with him, she felt better about herself than any one man could make her feel. He had selected her, of the whole planet, to be with; he was so good-looking, so well-built, so successful that he probably could have chosen from thousands of women. But no, he wanted Kitty, not anyone else. Me, her husband, I was lucky to be with her; if I didn't let her fuck other men, I doubt we'd have spent one night together. Kitty felt -- and knew -- that, by contrast, she was probably lucky to be Rick's girlfriend. He made her realize she was beautiful and sexy, that the very most sexy men could fall in love with her and adore her.

It wasn't fair, at all. She wanted this to go away. What the fuck was she supposed to do?

I had told her, eons ago, in preparation for a time like this, what I wanted her to know.

I know that I'm not the hottest man she's ever met; not the most handsome, not the funniest, not the sweetest or most caring, not the most well-endowed. (I'm not sure "well" endowed would ever be used to describe me; "endowed" might be accurate, technically.) I didn't want Kitty to think she had to stay with me just to avoid hurting my feelings, if a "better offer" came along.

I looked at it this way, I told her shortly before she left her first husband to move in with me, about two years ago. She should make decisions in life, just like a company spends money. You have to decide what various things are the most important to you -- then, decide which of those important things are the very most important. Usually you can have all of one thing, or some of everything. You choose what makes you happiest overall, with everything considered. That's your "best" choice. Like, living with me, she gets a man every night and every morning who adores her thoroughly, worships her, and wants no other female on the planet. She also gets to have as many boyfriends as she wants, which fills her with lust and love that completely brings her core self alive. We all call her a slut, but in truth, she just loves men, she wants to fill us with happiness and adoration, not just sexual energy. I know the real her, I want to cultivate that, and make her true self happy.

Other men, they might please her in one or another way -- but would they be the "best" choice for her true self?

If ever that man came along, I told her, don't string me out. Tell me. Do what your heart makes you do.

Her heart was screaming one thing: Rick was the man of her dreams. She melted in his eyes; she had harder orgasms with her; he could make her love herself more than any other man had ever done. In some ways, I had made her feel dirty, slutty -- she was uncontrollable, fucking multiple men in her life, lying to some of them to make them happy. I'm sure at times, she looked at herself and wondered if she had let herself fall into some degrading abyss, living with me. Rick, on the other hand, was old-school. He liked teasing and flirting with women, he had "conquests" on the side -- like Hana -- but he wanted to make a woman happy, in the old-fashioned way, one on one. He was exactly what Kitty would have imagined, if she closed her eyes and asked herself to design one guy she wanted to grow old with.

So, for the rest of that day, Thursday, until the appointed hour at midday on Monday -- almost four full days -- my wife struggled mightily with the conflict Rick had created. It was the curse of being a slutwife. Worse; it was the curse of having love in her heart. If she were just fucking men for the sex, that would have made it easy. Kitty, however, wasn't in it for just the sex. She wanted to fill men with her love, and be loved back. This situation was the natural evolution of her love.

It was like someone punched her in the stomach. She woke up every morning woozy, and nervous about facing the day. Whereas life before always held many magical twists each day -- wondrous new pleasures with her many male friends -- suddenly, each day was a threat. Kitty was nervous about just waking up.

She felt trapped, as if between two colliding walls. She felt her heart wanting to be with Rick, but a moment later, she wanted to be with me and her current life. She didn't want to hurt me -- crush me, really; but she didn't want to do the same to Rick. She was mad at Rick for being hasty, forcing her into this, destroying the fun they were having. But she loved Rick that he was fixing the things in his life, and he wanted her to be part of her life, which gave her self-satisfaction and self-appreciation like she'd never had before.

The confusion made her a different person for most of those four excruciatingly long days. She turned off all of the other men in her life. She ignored calls from Patrick and Tim; she ignored emails from all of her male suitors. She ignored an email from blonde Hana, who wanted to hook up with Rick and her again -- or even just Kitty alone, if she wanted. Instead of spending hours and hours every day naked in front of the computer, having cybersex, webcam sex and phonesex with hung males around the country, she curled up on the sofa and watched TV, to the point of boredom. She went shopping but didn't buy anything. She stayed in bed, for hours, doing nothing. It was particularly odd because two of those days were the weekend. She claimed to me, maybe she was coming down with a virus, she just needed rest. She stopped sucking my cock about once every two hours, as the normally-horny Kitty would do.

About the only calls she was taking, for the most part, was when Rick called. She'd scurry away to talk to him, which was a little abnormal for her but not totally unusual. He was busy making plans, but he kept telling her the countdown to the time the truck would be by on Monday. Three days and four hours. Two days and ten hours. A day and a half. Tomorrow. He loved her, he kept telling her, and she said she loved him too. It was all set, he was going to send the truck to take her to his life.

Except, she hadn't really said "yes" yet. She laid hints that, maybe, he was expecting too much of her. "I'm still not sure," she said a few times; another time, "I'm not sure you really want me, Rick." But, the smooth-talking, boyishly-happy male on the phone wasn't taking "no" for an answer, and he could say all the right things to bring her love for him to the fore. It disarmed her defenses; she ended up a ball of confusion, which he took to mean she wasn't going to resist.

In the midst of her melancholy that weekend, she did have a few hours of her normal, horny self. On that Saturday afternoon, Kitty found herself in front of her computer, early in the afternoon. I was doing yard work outside. Rick was with his family, allegedly the last weekend with them, but his kids and wife didn't know what. Kitty was heartbroken for them, knowing he was leaving. At that time, she still didn't see herself going with him -- but, she felt an emptiness, like she was missing an opportunity at a kind of happiness she'd never had before.

So, for a little while in front of the computer, she responded like the Kitty of old, flushing away any negative thoughts by drowning herself in sex. She went online, and found her sometimes-boyfriend Kent online. They had cybersex for a few minutes before he invited her to see his webcam. One image of his massive, throbbing erection propelled Kitty to strip nude and turn on our webcam too, so Kent could see my wife finger-fucking her cunt while she stared at Kent jerking his meat for her. No sooner had Kent logged off before Tim sent her an IM, saying he missed her terribly.

Kitty, naked and aching for cock, got Tim on the phone and had an hour of phonesex with him. "Oh fuck baby!" she was screaming in pain at the end, her body arching on the sofa we have in the basement, spreading her slender legs and pumping her cunt furiously into her fingers. "Oh Tim baby, fuck me, fuck your little slut!"

The hot afternoon computer sex and phonesex had stirred the loving slut in her, and for a short time, Kitty returned to the computer. She answered questions from boyfriends asking for dates, although she put them all off indefinitely.

She then saw an email from a swinger couple, responding to our solicitation of them -- Gary and Sandra. We'd seen their profile on a swinger website and sent off pictures of ourselves. Now, real swinger couples are not like in porn movies -- rarely are they gorgeous models. The hottest we ever met was Alex and Selena, a hot white guy and his 23 year old Latina wife. Most of them are older (30s and 40s, or even more) and, much like me, very normal people with un-Hollywood bodies. So Kitty and I are pretty picky about swinging, which is why we haven't done it but twice (not counting the time Kitty and Kent swung with Alex and Selena). Gary was in his late 30s, and Sandra in her late 20s, and they looked compatible with Kitty and me. (Meaning, Gary was pretty hot, and Sandra was slightly plump but very pleasant-looking.)

Their email said they might be interested, would we send photos of ourselves? Now, we have a plethora of pictures of Kitty and myself in various stated of dress and undress, together and alone, and playing with others too. But, over time, my body has gotten thinner, as I had plenty of time to work out and get off the flab that had developed around me. Kitty was rather liking how I was looking recently, and she wanted to leave the right impression. So, naked and horny, Kitty grabbed the digital camera on the desk and went upstairs to hunt for me.

Picture the irony. Kitty was having an emotional war within herself, knowing her dream man wanted her to leave me in two days. Still, here she was, setting up an evening with her and me and a swinger couple, for sometime in the future. It was like, temporarily she had two lives, running in parallel.

"David," my naked wife said, finding me in the kitchen grabbing a soda. My cock throbbed, seeing her naked body and wet shaved pussy. "That swinger couple wants to see our picture -- and I wanna show them how good you're looking lately."

Good is a relative term; I was down to 195 pounds, not 230. There was certainly still room for improvement, in terms of body shape.

"Well," I giggled, admiring my wife's sudden zest which had seemed absent for a couple of days, "what's your plan?"

Kitty took me to the living room, where she had me strip and sit on the sofa. Then, sucking my cock, she got me extremely hard. Placing the camera on a shelf and setting the timer on it, my petite wife sat next to me and we took our picture naked -- her legs spread, mine too, showing her glistening-wet pink shaved cunt, her sexy A-cup boobies, and my very stiff penis on my somewhat-not-fat body.

"Okay," she squealed, grabbing the camera, leaving me there to go send the picture to them. "Wait here, I'll be back."

So I sat on the sofa, hoping she'd come back for some sex.

Only, she didn't come back up. She sent the email, alright. Then she saw an email from Rick, asking if she needed boxes for Monday.

And she started sobbing, violently.

* * * *

Monday morning came, and Kitty was still asleep in bed as I went to work. I was clueless, other than thinking she was coming down with a cold or even the flu. She was largely lifeless the night before, her stomach hurt too.

Time dragged, as she lay in bed, hearing her cellphone going off multiple times, but she made no effort to answer it. The various chirps told her who was calling -- Tim, Patrick, Rick, me. The clock moved too slowly for her, taking forever just to reach 10 a.m. She took not one but two showers that morning, about an hour and a half apart, just to fill the time.

I need to call him, she realized. She was picturing a moving truck arriving, with Rick jumping out to start packing up her clothing and taking her to a new life -- one that seemed surreal and fantasy. She knew she had to stop the truck from arriving, she had to give him a firm "no." But, as soon as she made that determination, her stomach knotted up, her body refused to move off the bed. Rick was a living, real dream; being with him every day was indeed a fantasy come true. Maybe, she would debate with herself, she should let the truck come after all.

It was 10:30 a.m. now, and she knew she had to call Rick. He'd been calling almost every fifteen minutes, and he was probably freaking out that she wasn't calling him back. Her stomach wanting to vomit, her head dizzy, she forced herself to the nightstand and picked up her cellphone. Make the fucking call, she told herself -- even though she wasn't sure what she would say.

As luck would have it, the moment she flipped it open, Patrick was calling. She found herself hearing her other handsome boyfriend's voice. "Kitty? Hey, it's me, baby! Can you talk?" His voice sounded happy to hear her, but she immediately sensed a sadness in his tone, there was a dull edge not quite the usual for him.

"Oh -- hi, yeah." She wasn't sure she did want to talk to him at that moment, but it delayed making the call to Rick, which was both good and bad.

Patrick proceeded to make her anxious morning even more difficult. Seems that not only was he really, really missing her, but he had an extremely rough weekend at home. He got into a shouting match with his wife, and he even ended up sleeping in the basement. Now, Patrick wasn't ever going to leave his kids; so he just had to rough it out with his wife through these episodes. It left him depressed and feeling unloved and unappreciated, and thus his need for Kitty was even more acute.

"Please, please, honey," the handsome man said to her over the phone, "can you get away for lunch today, even for a little while? I really, really need to see you a bit -- just hold your hand -- get a little cheering-up." His sincere, earnest plea calmed her nerves. "You're the best thing in my life, other than my kids -- I just need to see you a bit, that's all, get some perspective."

Kitty was biting her lip, restraining a torrent of emotions that wanted to leak out of her eyes. "Ummm, not sure." She closed her eyes, slumping on the bed, not wanting to add another complication to her day. She hated saying "no" to Patrick, when he needed her.

And that's when the lightbulb went off.

What had I told her, so long ago? Make the "best" choice. Find out what's important, everything, all things; make every choice to maximize all things at once, as much as you can. It's easy to say, hard to do -- but when you realize what's important, the choice does become clear.

Her emotions changed in an instant, her tears retreated and she sat up with zest, energy in her voice. "Yeah, I'm free -- let me call you back in a bit, I have to rearrange something, okay?"

Patrick's voice cheered up too. "Great -- but, you wanna meet for lunch, or at the usual?" The latter referred to the cheap motel near his office, where he would typically bang her on extended lunchtimes.




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 04



My Kitty was now playful. "The usual," she told him lustfully, her pussy already creaming at the thought of fucking his big cock and her lips kissing the wonderful man.

A decision was made, one she knew all along but seemed incapable of stating clearly. To confirm it, she immediately called me on my cellphone, hoping anxiously I would answer. I did. "Hiya baby," I told her, clueless, "how are you feeling this morning?"

"Much better," I heard her answer enthusiastically, "I'm great, David -- so, um, can I tell you something?"

On my end of the call, I was getting a little horny, thinking she might be telling me she was having sex or something. But, if she had the flu, that would have been surprising. "Sure, shoot?"

I heard the lust in her voice. "Well, I'm going to meet Patrick for lunch, and he's going to fuck my brains out, I'm sooo wet for his big cock!" She let that thought sink in, before telling me what news she really wanted to relay. It was, actually, more of an order to me. "But then, mister, I want you home tonight as soon as you can be here -- because you're going to fuck my all night as many times as you can, baby, I'm so fucking wet for you too!"

"Shit," I muttered, my cock now instantly erect at her plans for the day. "You got it -- you be sure to have fun with Patrick, huh?"

"Definitely!" The pep in her husky, horny tone told me she was entirely recovered from what ailed her. "I'll see you this evening, baby -- no staying late at the office, David, okay, promise?"

I did, and she told me she loved me, then we hung up. Now, she had one more call to make.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Damn, Rick wasn't answering his cellphone. So she hung up, and tried again -- and, still no answer. She tried a third time, and again, no answer. It was nearly 10:45 now, and she didn't want to wait. She couldn't.

So, Kitty did what she knew she had to do. She told him the truth.

Waiting for the voicemail greeting to play, she thought about her words, then listened for the beep. When it sounded, she gave Rick the full 411.

"Rick, it's me -- I have to be straight with you. Okay, you have to know, I don't think I'm the girl you want. See, I have -- okay, I have other boyfriends -- several of them, some I've known longer than you. They're important to me, really important. I -- I just can't give them up, I just can't. And I'm important to them too. And--" Now, the news was flowing out, she wasn't sure where to stop. "And, okay, I'm not cheating on my husband? He knows, I mean, actually -- okay, you might think this is weird? But he actually really gets off on me fucking other men, having boyfriends -- he encourages it, it's, like, something he likes too -- he's not jealous, AT ALL -- he's happy that I have lots of love in my life -- including for you, baby."

Saying this into a voicemail made it more easy than if Rick had been listening. She was worried it was impersonal, but she had let it go far too long. This way, she could get it out in the open.

Continuing, she was racing, hoping to beat the cut-off of the message. "Rick, seriously, you're like the man of my dreams -- but, I'm just not sure I'm the girl of YOUR dreams -- I don't think you want me, unless I changed, and, then I wouldn't be the person I am --"

Her voice was trailing, the thoughts now meandering. She was crying, about to burst into a sob. "I'm sorry!" she pleaded, hanging up, tossing the phone down. There, it was all out, and it hurt a lot. She knew she was going to give him pain, because he truly seemed to love the Kitty he knew, and wanted her to be with him, all the time.

Kitty's brown eyes stared at the cellphone, waiting for Rick to call back. She thought about calling him again, trying to intercept him before he heard the message. But the phone didn't make a noise, and her brain decided to leave it alone.

Her thoughts turned to Patrick, and the motel near his office. He had moved over an hour away a few months earlier, so she would need to leave pretty soon to meet him on time. Forcing herself up from her bed, motivated by the lusty thoughts of getting naked with Patrick, she slipped into something appropriate for him -- nothing but a black string thong covered by a loose sundress. She wouldn't be wearing clothing very long, once she got in the motel room with him.

Next, she thought, she needed some makeup, perhaps some perfume --

Chirp chirp.

Rick was calling.

Kitty stared at the phone, knowing she had to answer it. She flipped it open, pressing it to her face, flustered, not sure what to say or what to expect. But if she harbored any idea she had to do the talking, she immediately found out this was a one-way call. Rick's angry growl, full of furor and might, erupted through the cellphone.

"So you're a fucking whore?" her now-ex boyfriend screamed, the phone actually fading with static because of the volume level of his voice, "a fucking whore, married to some homosexual gay fag with a tiny dick? No, you're even more stupid and dumb than a fucking hooker -- 'cause you let me fuck you for free, you don't even get paid for it, you stupid fucking bitch!"

My wife was on the verge of being at her lowest point of her life -- far deeper than when she left her first husband -- but Rick rescued her from that plunge, revealing an ironic twist that put everything into true perspective.

"And, you should know," he ranted with a laugh, trying to twist the knife, "my secretary Meldy is moving in with me too, it was going to be the three of us, so you're not only missing out on ME, but on having another hot slut to sleep with too!" He recoiled, reloading, adding a final insult. "So I'll just find another young slut, I guess I don't need a fucking whore like you!"

Click.

Wow. Kitty stared at the now-dead phone in her hand, unsure what to think.

Oh, she knew.

"Prick," she sighed, sad to have lost a friend -- but glad she avoided what would have been the worst decision in her life.

* * * *

"Hey, honey." About an hour later, Kitty slipped her small arm around Patrick's slender back, pointing her flat face upwards while her lover leaned his tall frame down, kissing her on the mouth softly. Standing in the warm parking lot of the motel, a gust of breeze whipped through Kitty's ponytails. She had fixed her hair in school-girl tails, one to each side, adorned with big pink bows. "How's Daddy today, baby?"

Her slender, fit boyfriend warmly smiled, appreciating what she was doing for him. "Thanks for driving all the way out," he gushed, kissing her on her married lips again. "I'm sorry for being a dolt -- my wife, shit, I just can't take her anymore -- but, you know--"

Kitty understood, knowing Patrick well. The kids, the kids, the kids. "I know, baby," my wife moaned, leaning her small hip into his body, rubbing his groin, feeling an erection inside his jeans. "So, wanna go talk about it?"

He snickered, smiling down at her. "Talk? Um -- no, not really."

"We can talk, if you want," Kitty playfully joked, taking her hand to his crotch, pawing at the hard long shaft inside. "If you want."

"I don't want, no." The male pushed his hips forward, his eight inches of solid cock now pulsating to its fully engorged shape, being petted by his girlfriend through his clothing. "I do want to take you into the room, I got one already." He dangled a room key in the air, proving the point.

Kitty felt her pussy creaming in her thong, with Patrick's massive dick now grinding against her little hand through his clothing. "Would that make you feel better, honey? Whatever would make you feel good."

"You," he said, moving to kiss her hard on the mouth again, "make me feel good, Kitty -- I love you." Indeed he pressed his lips into my wife's mouth, sliding tongue between her lips and teeth, where she welcomed it, licking his tongue, sucking it with her small lips, moaning into his mouth.

"Baby," my wife purred for her boyfriend, "I love you, too -- you wanna go fuck my little cunt now, Daddy, and show your babygirl how big Daddy's cock is?"

Her boyfriend stirred from the taboo roleplaying. "Mmm, sweetie, Daddy wants to show you what love is all about."

My wife giggled, thinking she already knew the answer, as she let Patrick lead her into the motel up to the room.

"Daddeee," Kitty playfully giggled, hopping into the motel room's shaky bed as soon as her hot boyfriend closed and locked the door, "I've been a baaad babygirl!" Standing on her knees near the bottom corner of the bed, facing outward towards Patrick, Kitty grabbed the hemline of her sundress and raised it slightly, revealing more of her slender thighs. "Do you wanna see what a bad, bad girl I've been, Daddy?"

The tall, balding 40-something year old with the strong, fit body giggled at his mistress's schoolgirlish enthusiasm and demeanor, playing up her role perfectly. He might not have been entirely in the mood for it, however. Stepping towards her, his feet on the floor and thighs spread to straddle the corner of the bed, he reached a broad, powerful hand out to clutch my wife by the small of her back, not letting her move away, as he leaned his handsome face down to press his lips into her mouth. "Mmmm," Kitty muttered, giving into the hot kiss. Both of their jaws immediately opened up, Patrick slipped his tongue into Kitty's mouth and she willingly accepted it, licking his tongue, sucking it, while he did the same to her.

Patrick sighed, deeply, but in a relaxed way, closing his eyes and enjoying the flavors and presence of the horny 29-year old, petite Asian. His second hand found her long black hair, stroking it, brushing it down her smooth back. Then breaking the kiss, he smiled into her eyes. "I'm just glad to be with you, Kitty."

"Ohhh, god," my wife moaned, looking lovingly into Patrick's amazing hazel eyes, feeling both love and lust in her heart. The horrible emotions of that morning, and the last few days, were entirely gone. "Baby, me too -- I love you, Patrick -- let's not ever lose what we have, okay, baby?"

"Mmm hmmm," he agreed, his eyes turning down her dress, finding the bulges of her A-cup titties pointed with hard knobs of her nipples. "So, you were gonna show me what a bad girl you've been, my Kitty?"

She snickered and nodded. "Ohhh yeah, wanna see?" Remaining on her knees, she lifted her sundress more but turned her back, pivoting on one knee, then with a hand holding her dress up to her tummy she reached her other hand down to the bed and bent forward. Now she was showing him her ass, barely "covered" by a black string thong. "Daddy, see how bad I am, I stole one of Mommy's sexy panties and put it on -- do you like it on me, Daddy?" She wiggled her ass slightly. "Does it look sexy to you, Daddy?"

Her boyfriend snickered at the roleplaying, his eyes gladly gazing at her buttocks made bare by the thong's string digging into her asscrack. "Mmm, you ARE bad, little girl, wearing a grown-up's hot panties like that -- do you know what that does to your Daddy, hmm?" He reached both hands forward, wrapping them around Kitty's slender waist, pulling her backwards towards the corner of the bed where he was standing. "Know how that makes Daddy feel, you bad little slut?" Continuing to yank her backwards, Patrick dragged Kitty's butt to his crotch, planting her ass on himself, so the hard shaft of his 8 inches of meat inside his pants ground against her asscrack. "See what that does to Daddy?"

"Ohhh, Daddy!" Kitty's eyes fluttered, she leaned both hands forward to the bed, falling to her elbows, pushing her ass against Patrick's awesome dick in his pants. "Ohhh, Patrick, I'm so fucking wet!" She looked back over her slender shoulder at her tall, manly boyfriend, her thoughts filling with nothing but him. "Mmm, fuck your little slut, Daddy, I want your big dick in me sooo badly!"

Patrick was pulling off his work shirt, unbuckling his belt to disrobe for his midday sextoy. He backed off her body, his eyes riveted on the sight of her hot naked ass, while he unzipped and pushed his pants and underwear down simultaneously. He was fully erect already; his 8 inch bone jutted straight out of his flat, firm abdomen, with his large sack of balls dangling underneath. His thick shaft was rigid, rippled with ridges, and bulging with purple veins along the steel cage leading up to the mushroom-round fat cockhead. He knew his woman loved his penis, and he stood there as Kitty turned back around to sit on her ass on the bed, staring at his erection. "Look how fucking hard Daddy gets for you, you hot fucking cunt," Patrick moaned, knowing what turned her on.

"Mmm, fuck, Patrick," my extremely aroused wife muttered while her eyes locked onto his familiar prick, having the same reaction she always did. Inside her thong, her bald cunt was creaming, and her nipples were hurting inside her sundress because they were so hard. She let her eyes wander northward to her sexy face, so manly and handsome, and she just wanted to be happy with him. "You're so fucking awesome, Patrick, I love you!"

"I love you too, Kitty," the tall married man said, crawling onto the bed towards her. "Now it's time to punish the bad little girl, for making her Daddy so fucking hard -- you know what that means, don't you, bitch?"

She squealed in joy. "Yes!" Kitty laid back on the bed, in the middle of it, pulling her knees apart and hiking her sundress above her waist, bunching it under her small breasts. "Daddy's going to stick his big cock in me, and teach me not to be so bad!"

Patrick loved having the honors of removing her clothing, so Kitty lifted her knees and put them together in the air, while Patrick peeled her thong around her hips, down her thighs and around the knees, then off of her body. Pushing her thighs open again, he marveled at the wetness of her sexy pink cunt, glistening with desire for him. "So fucking hot," he groaned, dropping to his elbows on the bed, moving his mouth towards her vagina. Kitty screamed even before he got there, expecting his full attention on her twat. Her body arched, her little tits in her dress pushed upwards as his fat tongue hit her throbbing, sizzling clitoris, sinking into it, pushing it around and digging into the wet crevices of flesh surrounding it.

"Ohhh, fuckkk!" grunted my wife with her eyes closed, her breath already holding as she concentrated on the feeling of his warm tongue against her pussy. "Eat me, baby -- eat me Daddy!"

He was moaning, swirling his tongue around her clitoris, driving it mad, then sliding his tongue downwards to her gaping, wet cunthole, licking juices off of her puffy pussylips and the tiny entrance to her tube. Licking down farther, following the path of her juices, he found cuntjuice pooled on her tight, sensitive asshole, which he licked up and made her squirm with delight. Going back up to her pussy he thrust his tongue inside, reaching into the warm depths of her vagina. "Ohhh shit!" she screamed, both hands reaching down to clutch his short-haired head, "yesss, fuckkk!" She pushed her ass forward to meet his mouth, forcing his tongue deeper into her cunt.

Meanwhile Patrick's hands were reaching up to her breasts, sliding under her balled-up dress to grab her titties. Kitty hurriedly pulled her dress off of herself, so she was naked just like he was. Now, as she arched her slender back and body, Patrick's strong hands could grope and grab her titties as she liked, squeezing them, then finger and thumb pinched her nipples hard and tugged at her breasts into the air. The pain shooting from her nipples shot right to her clit, making it throb and ache more, and her pussy wanted more of his tongue -- or something else. "Mmm, ohhh, fuckkk!" Kitty was gyrating her small ass furiously against his face, already making his chin and cheeks drenched with her cuntjuices. "Ooooh, shit, I'm sooo wet, ohhh god!"

My wife lifted her small head, staring down at the sight of Patrick's handsome face smashed against the mound of her twat, his upper lip covering her clitty, his jaw and cheeks moving while he thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy. She grabbed his wrists in her small hands, holding his fingers and palms against her boobs, allowing him to continue manhandling her breasts while he fucked her cunt with his tongue. "Mmmm, fuck, baby!" Kitty already felt an orgasm coming, so soon too. "Ohhh yeah, fuck me, fuck your little slut!"

Mauling her small breasts with his big hands, Patrick was pumping her little body back and forth against his face, banging his jaws into her body and thrusting his long tongue inside Kitty's drenched wet slit. Moaning, staring up at her sexy brown eyes, he could sense based on fucking her dozens of times in the past that she was already close to a cum. He jammed his tongue hard, deep inside her cunt, wiggling it around while sealing his lips on her pussy, driving his muscle like an invading army against the tightness and warmth of her silky wet tube. She felt his presence inside her cunt, and her clitoris was smushed against his upper lip, satisfying the aching of the little pink knob. "Fuckkk -- YESSSS!" Kitty let her first orgasm go, juices spilling out, leaking all over his face while she flooded his tongue with her orgasm. "YESSSS, FUCK, PATRICK, YESSSS!"

She loved him for making her feel so good, and she loved the bond they had formed over the months. Grabbing his hands now off of her breasts, she interlocked fingers with him, holding her lover's hands, pressing those big strong hands into her bosom while his face was bouncing off her cummy, spasming pussy. Patrick moaned deeply, swallowing her juices, continuing to fuck her vagina through and past her first orgasm. Juices were now cascading down her small buttcheeks, soiling the cheap bedsheets, and her legs and knees twitched in the air while she spread more widely for her hot boyfriend.

"Patrick," panted my horny wife, her cunt aching, "fuck me, fuck me with your big cock, Daddy -- I want your dick in my cunt, baby!"

His drenched face picked up from her pussy, dripping with her love for him. His tongue licked off the wet flavors on his lips, as he stared towards her flat, gorgeous visage. "You sure you want Daddy's big cock in your hot little cunt, babygirl?"

"Yes Daddy!" screamed the oversexed kitten, still gripping his hands in hers, lifting her head to stare down at him. "Fuck your little cumwhore, fuck me you beast!" As he began to crawl over her, she let go of his hands, placing her small palms on his firm, broad chest, rubbing her soft skin through his coarse, curly hair there. "Yeah, baby, fuck your little girl!"

The 29 year old married slut felt his weight pressing her thighs open, widely, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, bending her knees back, locking her ankles together over his firm ass. His throbbing dick immediately pressed its shaft against her cuntlips, grinding against her clit, making her ooze more juices for him. "Yesss, Patrick, baby, fuck me!" She reached her hands around his athletic torso, planting her hands on his muscled back, holding onto him. "I love you, Patrick -- fuck meee!"

Her eyes were staring up at his face, and his eyes locked onto hers, as he moaned from his heart. "I love you too, Kitty!"

His erection rammed forward, spreading open her tight pussylips, sliding into my wife's married cunt. "Yesss!" she shrieked, arching against him, pushing her butt down to take more of his meat into her ultra-tight vagina. "Mmmm, ohhhh, fuckkk!" Her small body began wiggling, undulating wildly underneath him, feeling his amazing, fat penis pushing against the pressure and tightness inside her cunt. "More, Patrick, fuck me hard Daddy!"

Patrick's mouth found hers again, locking on it, the two lovers thrusting tongues deep into each other's mouths. The steel cock inside her gushing wet vagina thrust and probed deeper, screwing her in places her husband's cock could never reach, moving six, seven inches inside. She felt completely fulfilled, her cunt stretched, her heart lusting and loving the attention from the sweet, sexy man. "Ugghh, yesss!" she moaned, pushing her little body more against his, knowing he was completely inside her, his balls against her asscheeks. He was not pumping in and out, but pressing deep inside while their bodies ground together, humping in unison. "Mmmm, uhhhh, fuckkk!"




Me, My Slutwife & Rick Ch. 04



She had a second, then shortly later a third, orgasm while her boyfriend lay on top of her, pounding all fat 8 inches of his dick into her pussy. Then, unprompted, probably soon that he typically would, Patrick's lust and love for my wife boiled over. Without warning, he suddenly stiffened his whole body, limps going tight, his mouth sucking the air out of her lungs and his tongue impaled deep into her mouth. His long cock stuffed at the back of her vagina started to explode, shooting his sperm inside Kitty, making love to her as deep as he could push his awesome cock inside her body.

Feeling that orgasm, Kitty gasped into his mouth, her arms stretched down, her hands clutching his muscled, tight asscheeks, pulling him even more deeply. "Uhhh, yesss, oooh -- cum in me, Daddy, cummm hard!" She milked his cock, wiggling her body, letting him shove that pole far inside her tube, her small hands gripping the sexy, smooth buttocks of the hot older man. "Mmmm, yesss, Patrick!" Her words were muffled by his tongue still buried inside her mouth.

He lay on top of her, as his cum subsided, keeping his bone stuck deep in her pussy. Their animal swirling motions calmed too, leaving the two lovers arm in arm, kissing madly, moaning and gasping, panting, sweating against each other. His sexy, long body pressed down on hers, covering her, comforting her. Kitty's legs were pried open to the side, held down by his larger weight, and her breasts and hard nipples scraped his hairy, flat chest. She was giving into the passion of their kiss, each of them was taking turns kissing the other, sucking tongue, licking lips, kissing cheeks and chin, back and forth. It was mutual loving, a shared satisfaction.

"Mmm, god," panted Kitty into Patrick's mouth, "so good, you make me feel soooo good, baby." Her thoughts momentarily flickered to Rick, but she had no difficulty concentrating on Patrick again, and only Patrick. "I love you, baby." She kept sucking his mouth and tongue, showing him how much she did love him, so enamored with the attention he gave her, and how she appeared to make him happy too.

Her boyfriend broke the kiss, suddenly leaning above her with his arms straight down, gazing into her brown eyes. "You know what," he offered, snickering a little, "I don't have to be in the office until like 3 -- can you stay with me that long?"

She knew it wasn't later than half-past noon or so; the prospect of another two and a half hours with him brought an immediate reaction from my horny wife.

"Fuck yes!" she grinned, kissing him again, hand behind his head to pull his mouth onto hers. Then, separating for air, she hurriedly gasped, "Fuck me again, Patrick -- I need you, now -- so bad!"

It was like old times. Kitty was back.

"UGH!" she grunted over two hours later, coughing, her naked body falling forward onto her shoulders, while her aching, almost burning ass pointed up into the musky air of the motel room. "Oh, shit, baby, you're so fucking good!" Sweating profusely in the overly-warm room, with perspiration streaming down her forehead, her thighs and ass were slick with juices and sweat, and her butthole and cunt both ached from taking Patrick's awesome, large penis over and over for the past two and a half hours. "God, baby, you make me feel so good!"

Her lover laughed, deeply. "Oh shit, Kitty -- you are so fucking great therapy -- you sure know how to make a man feel so loved!"

Then she laughed. Patrick had no idea that she, too, needed that therapy.

"Mmm, I'm so glad," she muttered to him, forcing her sore body to turn around and crawl back into his arms, holding his drenched-wet, hard pole, kissing him on the lips. "God, I love you, Patrick -- let's not give up what we have, baby, ever!"

My slut meant every word.

* * * *

When I got home that evening, around 6:15 p.m., I found my wife asleep, nude, on our living room sofa. The TV was off; she had pulled a small blanket over herself, but apparently had kicked it off, leaving her lying naked on her back, one leg stretched out and one bent so they formed a "4" shape, while her perky little breasts gently rose and fell with her dainty breaths.

Her hair was tangled, and she smelled of sex. I mean, after she gets fucked hard, if she doesn't shower, you can just smell the sex on her. Stinky, musky, sweaty. I suppose if you bottled it, you'd make people nauseous. But, finding my horny wife naked on the sofa, it was a real turn-on to me. I guess half of her plan had come true, she'd gotten fucked by Patrick already that day.

Now, it was my turn to make the other half come true.

She didn't stir whatsoever while I stood in the middle of the room and pulled my clothing off entirely, stripping down until I was as bare as she was. I had half a mind to let her sleep, but I'd been horny all day since her phonecall, and I had dared the height of Friday evening traffic to race home to her for the promised sex. No, I knew Kitty well enough that she wouldn't be mad about this. Dropping to my knees on the floor, I pushed her one bent leg open a bit more, exposing her bald, dirty pussy, which was dried but still smelled of the sex with Patrick. Fucking wonderful scent. Leaning forward, I put my lips on the knee of her stretched-out leg, kissing up it, brushing my tongue and wet lips over her firm, velvety skin of her inner thigh, towards her pussy. I was so aroused for her. I didn't pause, immediately using the tip of my tongue to trace her puffy, pink pussy lips, moving around, lapping at her gently, then over her clitoris for a bit. I could smell Patrick's cum inside her, it seemed, she had a warm, deeply sensuous aroma to her cunt that evening.

Feeling a tongue on her pussy, she stirred awake, stretching her arms and legs before spreading her knees a bit. "Mmmm, yeah." Her slanted eyes parted, her lips turned into a half-smile for me. "Mmm, hiya honey," my wife purred, staring at my naked body as I began tasting her twat, "I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"Mmm?" I pulled my mouth off her cunt for a moment to blow her a kiss. "Hi, baby -- well, it seems as if you had quite the workout this afternoon -- good time with Patrick?"

I watched her smile get bigger, as she knew the effect the answer would have on me. "Ohhh, fuck yes -- I was so fucking wet, we both came so fucking hard, several times -- it was amazing sex, he stayed longer than he should have, we couldn't stop fucking." But then, her eyes pouted, her tone sank, she emoted a melancholy note. "David, I love you -- you know that, right?"

Now, for most men, if your wife tells you she had awesome sex with another man that very afternoon, most men wouldn't equate that with "love." But Kitty isn't your normal woman. She loves being affectionate, she loves making men feel wonderful, and she loves sex especially with big dicks. She also loves turning me on, not just by fucking me, but by screwing other men, which works for me if not for most guys.

"Yes, baby, I know it," I confirmed, crawling down the length of the sofa a bit to lean my chest over her tummy, so that I could grab her hand and hold it to my heart. "I love you too, Kitty, so much, everything about you -- you're perfect!"

She shook her head, dismayed, the doubting-Thomas look in her eyes. "No, I'm not, really," she mumbled. "David, I had a kinda bad morning -- I pissed Rick off, I told him all about me, and you and me -- and, well, I don't think I'll be hearing from him again."

"Nooo -- really?" I knew my wife well enough to have detected that Rick was probably her favorite boyfriend, given his incredibly good looks and hot body and simply unequalled cock, of all the guys she regularly fucked. "God, I'm so sorry, really I am, you sure? Maybe it'll pass, he'll realize he needs some Kitty in his life, just give it time--"

Kitty stopped me by putting a finger to my lips, shushing me. "Nah," she shrugged, "I'll be okay -- it's not like I don't have other boyfriends who I like to be with."

I playfully sucked her finger, making her giggle and jerk it back. "There's a lotta fish in the sea," I added, "like, this week we were going to see if that guy Pete wanted to come over, and maybe play hide-the-sausage with you in bed."

"Oooh, hide the sausage?" Her hand crawled down my naked tummy, finding my erection again, which was hard as ever. "You wanna play hide-the-sausage with me now, maybe?"

The fact that my well-fucked wife wanted more sex, and specifically with me, just never ceased to amaze me. The little cunt just loved to fuck.

"Look out, slut," I snickered at my oversexed, beautiful wife, pushing her legs apart more and climbing onto the bed to mount her, "your husband wants his turn with you, for a few hours."

Kitty's eyes stared up at me, begging for a hard screw. "Oh fuck yes, David! Fuck your little slut!" With some gusto, she appended her demand with the plain truth. "I'm sure a whore -- fuck me, baby, I love you!"

* * * *

It was several hours later that evening, and Kitty was seated in front of her computer in the basement. She heard the water pipes in the house rumbling alive, as I was upstairs in the master bathroom filling the tub with warm water for a joint bubble-bath. Still sweaty and gooey from our sex, Kitty's nude body was dripping in sperm, juices and sweat, while she stared at her computer monitor and opened her email.

Sitting there in our basement dripping after sex with her adoring husband, Kitty thought about her life choice. She knew what she had just given up, but there was so much she was keeping. Patrick, Joseph, Kent, Dino, Jack, Keith, Jackson, Tim . . . even a new guy, Pete, who was supposed to come over the following week for a night. Rick was by far the most dreamy man she'd ever met, and she'd gotten close enough to start a new life with him. But she knew, deep down, that it wasn't the right fit. It was not the real Kitty. Only me, her husband, knew about the real Kitty -- the loving, lusting slut, who adored making men happy, and who lusted for all of the men in her life. It wasn't so much that she was choosing me and the other boyfriends over Rick; she was choosing the real Kitty over a restricted Kitty, a fake one that wasn't the entire real her. She'd been that partial Kitty for years, up until her first husband, before she left him for me. Now she was living as the real, complete Kitty, and that seemed completely natural.

Relaxing her messy, naked body for a second, she was just taking a short break, compulsively seeing if she'd gotten any emails while her husband and her had been fucking. Part of her wanted to see something from Rick -- an apology, a realization that everything would be alright -- but he was, as he would always remain for the rest of her life, totally silent. No, she had the usual babble from other boyfriends plus men from online trying to meet her. There were the bunch of emails she hadn't responded to, either.

Like -- Hana's.

Thinking about her husband, Kitty smiled. Maybe she could give David a little present.

Pulling up Hana's email, she saw that the 20 year old blonde was asking how she was doing and if she and Rick wanted to come over -- or, even just her, if she wanted. Kitty had another idea. Her eyes sparkling playfully, she typed out her offer. "Hana -- sooo glad you emailed me back, you're so hot!!! Hey well Rick and I won't be together I don't think -- but, maybe you'd like to come play with my husband David and me? OK he's not like Rick but -- he is REALLY good in bed, and he's really fucking kinky too -- I guarantee you'd have an awesome time! I know he'd be sooo happy to play with you and me, or even just watch you and me! So what do you think, let me know?" She attached to her email the photograph she'd just taken a couple nights earlier, showing off my newly-developed, slimmer body, and my very hard, stiff five and a half inch erection. Then she added, as a "PS," her cellphone number and encouraged the blonde to call.

She hit "send," smiling to herself more. While she still felt like someone had punched her in the gut, there was too much about life to enjoy.

Much, much later that night -- probably the "wee" hours of the morning, you know, one, two, wee -- Kitty snapped awake from her deep slumber, the chirping of her cellphone erupting on the nightstand behind her. It was an incoming text message, causing just a short sing-song alarm, but in the depths of the night it seemed like a hammer banging her brain. Sore from the fucking I'd given her, she thought about ignoring the message until morning, but something told her to take a look.

The light from the cellphone's face burned her eyes, which were adjusted to the darkness of our bedroom. It took a moment for her to adjust her vision, then to clear the cobwebs so she could intelligibly read the message.

It was a response from Hana. "2 hot! ya ill fuck him if ull b there - i can cum over tom morn if u want i x hv class til 2, call me." (Translated: "Too hot! Yes, I'll fuck him if you'll be there too. I can come over tomorrow morning if you want, because I don't have any classes until 2 p.m.")

Wow, the morning. That's a pretty positive response.

I must have made a noise, somehow responding to the noise and motion on the bed, because Kitty nudged me until I was awake. Lying on my side facing her, I rubbed my eyes and found my gorgeous Asian wife smiling playfully at me, while she sat upright on her heels. "Hey baby," she giggled, "do you think, maybe, like, you could take off tomorrow morning, go in after lunch, or something?"

Now that's not a good question to ask someone who was deep asleep after fucking a ravenously horny, 29-year old Asian slut. But I allowed myself to think about the question and be sure I knew the answer. "Um, no, I don't think anything critical is going on at work, just the usual." Then, with my brain functioning a bit, the obvious question popped into my head. "Why, baby?"

She was nodding at the information, which seemed to confirm her memory of our day's upcoming schedule. "Because -- you might wanna stay home for this -- if you're interested in hearing about it?"

Even in my groggy state, I could detect the excitement in her voice, it caught me attention and perked me up like a shot of caffeine. "Shoot." I remained lying down, my 43-year old body weary and sore, but in a good way.

My wife was smiling ear to ear, leaning forward to whisper to me, her voice electric with enthusiasm. "Well, a sexy, horny young blonde college girl -- her name is Hana, she's skinny and has big tits, and she's very blonde -- she wants to come over and -- I sent her your picture I took this weekend -- she wants to fuck you -- and me -- and wants to come over in the morning -- that is, if you can stay home?"

"Fuck -- really?" I'm not sure I believed it, but if it was true, it sounded like a good reason to stay at home. "Yeah," I nodded, cock twitching again, "Yeah, I think for that, I can make myself available!" I pulled my wife down, kissing her profusely with wet lips on her mouth and face, and cuddled her small, nude body against mine.

It seemed like another round of love-making was going to erupt there in the wee hours of the morning, but Kitty told me to "save it" -- "that blonde might want some of this." As she felt me falling back asleep in her arms, Kitty smiled to herself. This life, she decided to herself, was indeed "the best."

"David," she moaned, kissing my forehead, "I love you."

With my eyes closed, I grinned and hugged her more closely. I knew she meant it. But only Kitty knew what that really meant to her.