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My Sex-Addicted Wife Ch. 01

By: MathProf75



You would absolutely never take my wife Emma to be the person she is. I mean, you always know that the people you see every day have more to them than meets the eye, but most of that stuff is all pretty mundane. A cop that collects action figures; a woman who loves boxing, etc. The list goes on and on. Well, my wife is a sex-addict, and you'd never know it from looking at her. She's petite, loves baking cookies for work, wears glasses when she can't be bothered to wear contacts, prefers jeans over skirts and t-shirts over blouses when dressing casual. She's cute as hell, though, and has a sweet little body with boobs that went from 32B to 32D after one particular tax refund a few years ago. You might see her in the office, or in the grocery store and think, "Hey, she's pretty cute," and you might wonder what she'd be like slobbering on your knob, but the truth would make your eyes pop. My wife loves sex, and cannot get enough of it, and I stopped trying to keep up a long time ago.

So you probably think I'm one of those cuckolded husbands -- but I'll be honest with you, that's not the case. She cheated with one guy a couple of times, and I'd never have found out about it, but she told me. I blew up, threatened divorce and all that, but we did counseling, and it all came out about her problem. I didn't believe it at first -- there are just waaaaay too many excuses for personal problems these days, and all I could think of for a while was "dirty fucking slut". I didn't believe where she said she'd be going, I was was always wondering who she'd be out fucking around with, and it eventually wore me down. I didn't want to divorce her, because I still loved her, and we just had a great time together. We spoke about it, and after a while came to an arrangement which I'll tell you about later. I hard a real hard time with it at first -- it pissed me off, is what it did, emasculated me -- all that stuff that fucks with your head. But after a while I told myself I had to get over it, and that was the turning point. We'd talk about it more, and it would turn me on, and we would have great sex, so I conditioned myself to accept it, and now I'm used to it, and it's completely fine with me. But you want me to skip to the action, and why not? The arrangement we made was that she'd never cheat on me again unless I was there when she wanted to do someone else. So we decided that the perfect thing to do was let her get it all out whenever we went on vacation -- no problem with embarrassedly meeting people from town and all that. Anyway, I'll tell you all this in greater detail from here on in. 

We were in that area when we were still sort of dealing with the topic of her sex addiction and how we were going to cope with it -- it was right before Christmas and we were out of town for the weekend on a shopping trip. We were sitting in a mall food court and she said to me, "Say, you know how we're supposed to be getting that big tax return when we file?"

"Sure," I said.

"Well, it's not like we really need the money right? I was thinking I'd like to get a boob job with it."

I almost choked. "You're serious? Honey, we're going through something that I'm still finding hard to deal with. This feels like you're just turning it up."

"It's not like we never spoke about it before. You've fantasized about me having bigger boobs for ages."

"Right -- but that was before I knew about the whole sex-addiction thing."

"I don't see what difference it makes. I'm gonna want to screw whether I've got bigger tits or not. I just want to feel good about myself. If you wanted to get a bigger cock I wouldn't hold you back," she smiled. "Not that you're not already a good size, of course."

"Of course!" I laughed back. "Okay, we can talk about it more after we file, right?"

"I know what that means," she said, and rolled her eyes. But she'd disarmed me. I definitely like a handful, and I've made that comment before. I knew it was something that I would love, but of course at the same time, you know more people are going to be looking. We never spoke about it again that whole trip, and not again until that following February.

But for that particular trip, things heated up pretty quickly. We were done with our shopping that day and were planning on having a meal and heading back to the hotel for an early night when she said, in the car, "Honey, you know how we spoke to the counselor and agreed that I should tell you whenever I start to get that feeling?"

The feeling she described was like her heart falling into the pit of her stomach, making her pussy and nipples ache suddenly. She wasn't able to think of anything after that other than getting off. The counselor suggested masturbating wherever that was possible, just to get rid of the sensation, and that's what Emma would do if for whatever reason I couldn't service her. It wasn't always convenient, as you can imagine, but she'd done it in the car a few times whenever she had to.

"I really need to get off," she said, and started unbuttoning her jeans. By the time I was leaving the parking lot, her jeans and panties were down around her ankles and her legs were wide open. It never usually took too long once she was at that point. So there I am trying to keep my eye on the cars in front of me, and my wife is beside me rubbing her clit like crazy. Tough job, let me tell you. After a few minutes, she was done, and the ride back to the hotel was as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary.

We brought our bags upstairs at the hotel and started getting ready for dinner. My cock was rock hard by that point, and when I pointed it out she get down on her knees right there and then and started sucking me off. My wife is an expert cocksucker -- after all, she loves to do it, and that to paraphrase GI Joe is half the battle. She takes care of the whole kit -- balls, shaft, head -- in a way that tells you how much she loves doing it. She likes to lick everything, and I especially love it when her tongue is down between my balls flicking back and forth, practically daring the cum to shoot out. I leaned back on the wall and looked down at her sucking my cock -- it's such a hot sight to see and feel her head pounding away at the shaft when she's in full cocksucking mode. I could feel myself about to cum, so I told her and she clamped her mouth on the head while her hand jerked hard on my shaft, and after about a minute of that my cum erupted into her mouth, which she swallowed in one gulp, and milked my cock until I'd finished cumming.

"Wow," she said. "That was a huge load."

"Damn, I could feel it was gonna be," I said, spent. She kissed the tip of my still-hard cock and got up to finish dressing. I took a piss to clear out the pipes and did the same.

We decided to check out the hotel restaurant. It was a small place, sort of decorated like a log cabin -- two-handed saws and beartraps were all over the walls. Made you feel as if you were underdressed if you never had a plaid shirt on. The menu wasn't all that spectacular, as you'd expect, I guess, but we decided to stay rather than going out to look.

It was pretty busy, being a Saturday night and all that. That, and the size of the place meant that we actually had to wait for a table. We were there hanging out when an older couple came in -- early to mid forties. The wife was good looking for her age -- a bit chunky, but really pretty, and sort of had an Asian look to her, and even though she was wearing a fairly loose denim shirt, you could tell she had big hooters. The husband was about as tall as me, short grey hair -- looked like a golfer was all I could think of. They came and stood by us while we were waiting and grumbled about how full the place was. I was looking at Emma at the time and immediately saw her give the husband a once over, and my cock started to get hard again. The waitress came over not long after that to say a table was opening up, but it might be half an hour before another one might be available, as a large party had just been seated not long before we got there. I could hear the wife of the couple tell her husband, "Let's just go somewhere else," and I immediately turned and invited them to sit with us.

"Are you sure?" asked the husband. 

"Yeah, not a problem," I answered. Emma chimed in that it was totally fine, and after a couple of brief exchanges, they agreed. We all walked to a small table for four and sat down. I was sort of experimenting, I guess. I saw the way Emma looked at the husband and wondered what would be going through her mind. I was at the point in our relationship that sometimes I was turned on by the idea of seeing Emma getting fucked by another guy, and sometimes hating the idea, but I totally into it that night. Not that I thought anything was going to happen, of course. Like I said, I was more curious as to what Emma was thinking.

It was all small talk for a while -- where we all came from, what we all did -- the husband (Larry) was in IT, and his wife (Sandra) -- born in Hawaii -- managed a Walgreen's out of state. He golfed, she didn't. We spoke about their children at college, and just small things like that. We had downed two rounds of beer by the time the food came. I could feel myself stealing glances at the wife's titties, and while the waitress came to clear the plates, I looked again, just as she turned to say something to me, and there I was, busted, ha ha. I was incredibly embarrassed, and sort of ashamed too, and she indicated with a quick look that she knew I was looking before continuing with her comment, which was so innocuous I forget it as soon as I replied. We worked another beer, and the husband stood to and went to the bathroom and that's when the conversation turned in a different direction. The wife leaned forward and said, "You know, I have to be perfectly honest with you guys -- my husband and I both like to swing sometimes. He would never say anything, but I would for the four of us to get together."

Before I could say anything, Emma said, "Yeah! That would be great." I was sort of stunned, but then she looked right at me and said, "Honey, you've been staring at her tits all night!" I just gulped and nodded.

When her husband came back, Sandra said to him, "Honey, I've invited these nice people to our room to get to know them a little better," and his face just lit up -- it was pretty funny. 

"You okay with that?" he asked, matter-of-factly.

"I guess so," I said. 

"Hell, let's go!"

We had an elevator moment where the four of us were in there and not talking, but the doors opened and we followed them to their room, which was a lot bigger than ours. It was a suite with a bedroom leading off from the living room, behind all-glass doors. I felt pretty awkward, not knowing what all to do, but I could tell Emma was primed. 

"Why don't you sit down for a little bit?" Sandra unbuttoned her shirt and she did have really big titties. She was wearing a black lacy bra underneath it, and her cleavage was incredible. Like I said, she was a little chunky, but she was in her forties, and nowhere near fat. She adjusted them in her bra, but kept it on while she knelt in front of Larry and pulled down his pants. He had a pretty big cock. Sandra grabbed the shaft and pulled the skin way back and started licking the head of it. It made me think of Emma and I earlier that night. "You like to watch?" Sandra asked me, and I nodded. "Would you like to see your wife sucking my husband's cock while I suck yours like this?" I nodded again -- by then I was really into the idea. She beckoned Emma while I started getting rid of my pants -- she was on her knees by Sandra like a shot. Sandra was slowly jerking Larry's shaft, and licking the head, and Emma joined in. Their tongues rubbed over the head of Larry's cock as I sat on the opposite couch, watching. After a few minutes of that, Sandra pushed his cock over to Emma, who quickly gobbled the head in her mouth. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked on it hard, and Sandra was still jerking the shaft. Lucky old bastard, I thought. I got up and stood above Sandra. She looked pretty exotic by that point, and her tits were fantastic to look at from there. She licked and jerked my shaft too, turning away completely from Larry. I went from watching Sandra on my cock, to Emma deep-throating Larry's. He was looking down at her grinning, and that made me want to fuck his wife for sure. While my cock was in her mouth, Sandra reached around and unhooked her bra, and her boobs fell out like a landslide. They were big and round, and saggy, but that was just fine. They looked heavy and full. She stopped sucking me and said to Emma, "Have you ever sucked two cocks like this?" She grabbed both of our cocks and started feeding them into her face alternately. Emma was just entranced by this. She reached up and cupped both of our balls in each hand and licked both of our shafts whenever Sandra wasn't sucking on them.

After few more minutes of this, both the women undressed and lay back on the couch with their legs open. Sandra was a lot thicker then Emma -- Emma looked like a kid next to her -- but it was sexy. She had a small hairy pussy, where Emma's was a little brown tuft above her clit. Larry went right into eating Emma out, and her back arched suddenly. I buried my face in Sandra's pussy and started tonguing her wet hole, watching her play with her large boobs. I decided right then to let Emma get her boob job. No question. 

I ate her for a while and then she moved me away long enough to get up and face away from me, kneeling on the couch. I spanked her ass with my cock and then pointed it at her pussy lips and slide my self in. She was tighter than I would have thought for an older woman, and the feeling on my cock was sensational. As I pumped her pussy slowly, Larry had turned Emma around for the same position, and he said to me, "D'you mind if I fuck your wife's ass?" It was almost comical, and I was sort of taken aback, but I said "Go for it." And watched him get his first two fingers covered with spit then reach down to lube Emma's asshole. 

"Oh," she said, but the way she was moving her haps around, I could tell she wanted Larry's dick in her ass like that. 

"Sandra loves guys to cum in her pussy," Larry as he pressed the head of his cock against my wife's asshole. "Isn't that right, Honey?"

Sandra looked over her shoulder and said, "Fill me up." I was imagining her big, tanned boobs rocking back and forth from the fucking I was giving her. I really did want to fill her with my cum -- the idea of doing that to another guy's wife was intense. I turned to watch Larry slowly push his cock into Emma's asshole. She was rigid, and moaning softly, gripping the back of the couch. He sank it in, right up to the balls and starting fucking her slowly -- small thrusts at first to get her ass to lube itself, but it wasn't long before he was nailing her ass hard, and she was reciprocating, arching her back. I loved it when she would look over her shoulder at him while he was in her asshole like that. It felt incredibly dirty, and it turned me on like you wouldn't believe. I could feel myself close to cumming, but I didn't want to -- I mean, I wanted to keep pace with Larry, who had to be close to 20 years older than me. I stopped what I was doing and turned Sandra around. I kissed her for a while, squeezing and pressing her boobs together. She was a hot kisser too for an older woman. Her tongue was in my mouth, and her long hair kept getting in the way, which turned me on. I had to really concentrate to keep from cumming, though. We stopped kissing and she knelt by Emma's ass and said to him, "Put your cock in my mouth." I watched as his cock retracted from Emma's asshole and went right into Sandra's mouth. It was sort of gross, but it was really hot too. She worked her mouth up and down Larry's cock, and then when Emma turned back around she took it from Sandra and began sucking the whole length of it too. I don't know how the guy could keep from busting a nut. Must have been Viagra, I guess. Having them both on Larry allowed me to get back in control again. I waited for the next time to jump in, but Sandra got up and went to the bedroom, taking me by the hand. We lay on the bed close together, making out hard. My hands were all over her.

"I'm so glad we decided to come here this weekend," she whispered to me. "We never came here to swing, but I really wanted to fuck you after I caught you looking at my titties."

I was sort of distracted by not knowing where Emma was, but Sandra must have sensed it. "Larry will take good care of her, He's considerate, don't worry."

I rolled over on top of her and she spread her legs for my cock -- I slid into her again and began to fuck her -- slowly at first, but then harder and harder. Her boobs were bouncing all over the place -- it was a total turn on. "Cum in my pussy," she said. I nodded and after that just went for it, fucking her deeper and harder until I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to. I could feel my balls clench and then a let it off, exploding deep inside her tight pussy. I was surprised how intense it felt, since I had already cum pretty hard earlier that night. After I was completely done squeezing all the cum out, and rolled over on the side of the bed and sucked her nipples which she lubed her clit with my cum and rubbed herself. She came pretty hard too, and after another short makeout session, we got up and went back into the living room. Larry was back in Emma's ass again, but she was kneeling on the floor this time, resting on her elbows while he pounded her. She started cumming too, and it was enough for him to do to keep his cock where it was. I've fucked Emma in the ass a few times, and when she cums, it's like a vise grip on your cock, no lie. I knew exactly what would happen next. 

"Holy shit!" he said. "Okay, get up," he told Emma, and pulled right out of her. "I'm gonna cum all over your face."

Emma got up on her knees and opened her mouth which he filled with his cock. After a few thrusts into her mouth he pulled out and started jerking off -- seconds later, a huge blast of cum hit her on the face, then another one landed right in her mouth. He jerked another couple of small ones as Emma swallowed his load and smiled up at him with her eyes closed as he smeared the rest of it all over her face with the end of his cock.

"That was incredible," Larry said, his breath all ragged. Emma scooped away the rest of his cum with her fingertips and wiped it off on her small titties.

"You guys are going to have to come and visit us," Sandra said. 

"Definitely," Larry agreed, and sat down hard on the couch. I could tell that Emma was into the idea. She had just gotten maybe the longest assfucking of her life, and then a huge load of cum right on the face -- and I had a great time fucking Sandra and filling her pussy with my cum. I suggested we swap phone numbers and wait for the opportunity.

We got dressed pretty quick after that and said our goodbyes on the way to her room. As we walked back, Emma said, "I can't believe how this turned out. I had a great time -- how about you?" I had to think of it for a second or two, but I told her I was totally cool with what just had happened, and I was. 

The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful, but it was only one of many long weekends that turned out just like that one, and I can't wait to tell you all about them. 

My Sex-Addicted Wife Ch. 02



After that night we didn't get so adventurous for a long. We spoke about it frequently - at first I was a bit self-conscious of talking about seeing another guy fuck her like that but after a few conversations we really got into talking about it, and how she loved being nailed hard in the ass like that while I was watching. It really spiced up our lovelife, and to be honest, I didn't really think it would happen again. I wasn't going to push for it, and over the next few weeks, she never brought it up again. We definitely fucked a lot more after that threeway with Larry and Sandra, and there was a lot more fantasizing too - stuff that we'd spoke about while getting each other off now and then, but we did it a lot more after that encounter. It was a good time, I have to say. We'd go to an adult store a couple times a month, just outside of town, at first just to buy DVDs, but then just going for the sake of it. There was something about being in a place like that with each other that had the effect of making us hornier than we had been since maybe the first couple of years of marriage. Even better than that, Emma turned to wearing sexier clothes, which I really liked to see. She was always a jeans and t-shirt gal, having grown up with three brothers, but she always did look good in a dress. 

Around the end of January, we were at the mall doing nothing in particular. It was a cold day, so there wasn't really anything we wanted to do that Saturday. We went to the local Ikea to look for decorating ideas for the spring, but with no real enthusiasm. We were looking at having our kitchen done at some point, so we wandered into that section of the store. "Oh my God, Honey, check that out," Emma said suddenly, quietly, and grabbed my arm. "Over there!" I looked around, but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't until I looked in the other direction that I saw what she was talking about. There were two women - about the same age as us - walking out of one of the kitchen displays, and frankly they were both incredibly hot. Long brown hair, deep tans - I mean, just gorgeous - but what was obvious was the tits on the one with the darker hair. Not obscenely massive, but they were a totally perfect shape and pretty damn big. You couldn't look at this chick and not look at them. "Holy buckets," I said.

"See, that's what I'm talking about," Emma said. "Remember that day we met Larry and his wife? You promised me you'd let me use the tax return."

"Yeah, I remember," I said. "I'm not going back on my word. I'm just waiting for you to get an appointment."

The two women started walking towards us, chatting enthusiastically about something, and I purposely kept from looking at the spectacular rack. As they got within a few feet, Emma said to the woman, "You have really nice tits," and we kept walking. I was mortified, but it was hilarious too. We turned the corner, and Emma started cracking up.

"You're crazy!" I said, but I was having a tough time keeping it together too.

After finishing at Ikea we went to the mall for lunch, since it was nearby. We bypassed the first restaurant because of the waiting line and went to the food court, not collecting our $200. We met back up after going to separate places. I got to the table first and flagged her when I caught sight of her - as you might remember Emma's pretty short, and hard to spot in a crowd. As we were eating, I said, "Wouldn't it be fun for you to go to some store and flash your new titties, when you get them?"

"Oh my God, I've been thinking the same thing. I think I'm turning into an exhibitionist or something. I also had an idea of going to buy some shoes with a short skirt and no panties and have somebody help me with my fitting."

"You know, those guys probably see that all the time," I thought. 

"Remember that time we were watching The Man Show and that hot blonde was trying on bikinis and asking dudes to check her out. THAT would be awesome."

"I'll be honest with you," I said after a while. "I wasn't so sure about you getting bigger hooters, but now I'm totally turned on by the idea."

"Wasn't that chick in Ikea hot? I was thinking, 'mmmm' - I'd have totally loved to suck her titties."

Now, Emma had never been with another woman, but we'd fantasized about it more often than not. She was totally into the idea of that.

"I'm totally into the idea of that," she said. "She had a tight body as well - don't tell me you didn't check her out all over. Her friend was cute too. D'you think they were lesbians?"

"I hoped they were," I said, and Emma laughed.

"We definitely need to have a threeway with another girl."

"I'll get right on that," I said. The rest of the weekend wasn't so bad after all. We probably fucked three or four times between that afternoon and Sunday night.

Time passed, and by the time our tax refund came, Emma had already had a couple of preliminary exams and she was - surprise surprise - a candidate for boob enhancement surgery. She really didn't have any to speak of, but what she would be getting would take her from the modest 32B she was to the 32D she is now. I didn't have any problem at all visualizing the difference. With a week to go before the operation that was pretty much all we would talk about. She had told a few people at work and her two best friends, but for just about everyone else it would be a huge surprise. I couldn't wait to see the difference. 

She went under the knife at the end of February, and when the surgery was all over and done with and she came back home I was anxious to see them. She told me that she wanted it to be a surprise, and that I should wait for the two week period her doctor had told her the healing process would take. I was fine with that. I could already tell the difference. She seemed like a whole new woman, and it was almost like every part of her had also been enhanced - she really did seem curvier everywhere. I guess that's coming from a sexist mindset, but I can't put it any other way. She had two weeks off work, and there wasn't much pain or swelling at all. She had a small course of antibiotics that made her throw up at first, but it seemed to go just fine. I never heard her complain at all after the first couple of days back from the clinic. We arranged to go out the Saturday night of the second week, and she bought a new outfit for that purpose. As we got ready to go out that night, I was really anxious for the unveiling. She was taking forever getting dressed, and I called in to the room for her. "You okay?" I said. "You haven't popped one, have you?"

"Hang on a minute!" she called back. Then, about a minute later, she said, "Ok, shut your eyes!"

I did, and heard the bedroom door open. I could feel my cock surging to attention, wondering what her new upholstery would look like. Finally, she said, "Okay!" and I opened my eyes. They almost popped out my head! Emma had bought a new little black dress, but had a plunging neckline, and right there, where it plunged, was an incredible cleavage. Her boobs had gone from being almost non-existent, to two large round natural looking, eye-catching healthy knockers. Even I - who had spent two weeks imagining what they'd be like - was stuck for something to say. The change was incredible. Absolute night and day.

"What 'dyou think?" she pushed out her chest. "Worth it?"

"Every penny," I said. 

"I think they're incredible. I was really fighting the urge to show you them after the bruises went away."

"How do they feel?"

"You tell me ..."

I approached her and took them both in my hands. I knew I had to be pretty careful with them for a while, so I just sort of felt them enough to feel their weight, and how really they moved. "Wow," I said. "Unbelievable."

"After we get back from dinner tonight I'll let you see them for real."

"Let's get going, then."

When we went to dinner I could tell the difference too, socially. We got incredibly good service for one thing. The other think I noticed was that she had a real spring in her step too. She'd never been shy, exactly, Emma 2.0 was an upgrade that went beyond just bigger tits. I really enjoyed that change too - it was unbelievably sexy. That night all I did was stare in amazement at her new figure, and I don't know how many comments I made about them. When it was time to go home, we left in a hurry.

Once we got back home we made out for a bit, until she started undressing me. "Maybe I'll look for a stripper job, what d'you think?" she said and she pulled off my underwear and knelt by my cock, which was totally rock hard. "I just want to show these off to everybody. You first, though. Sit back."

I sat back and my cock pulsed furiously while she started to take off her dress. She was only wearing panties and a bra, but that seemed even sexier than the dress did. Just in the bra, they looked even bigger than before. "You ready?" she said, and reached behind her to unhook her bra. I waited impatiently while she brought her hands back around to keep it from falling off, then slowly pulled the straps over her shoulders. After another teasingly long few seconds, she whipped away the bra, and there they were in all their glory. And they were spectacular. The guy had done an incredible job. They looked pretty authentic, not like two grapefruit halves. She drew circles with her fingertips around each nipple and stood there looking at me. She was a goddess. "Your cock is so hard," she said.

I wanted to fuck her, but I was so turned on I wanted to stretch out the moment. "D'you want to take some pictures?"

"Right now?" she said, then, before I could wonder if she was disappointed, she grinned and said, "Love it!" and she scampered into the bedroom while I grabbed the camera. When I came back into the bedroom she was on her back, legs spread, and rubbing her pussy. Her new titties were fully and heavy looking. I took a few pictures of her like that and had her get up on her knees so I could take some close ups of them. "Can we put them online?" she asked. "That turns me on. I want everybody to see my body, and my new boobies." 

I was turned on by that too. I wasn't much of a photographer, but really, with a body like that in front of the camera, I'd needed to have been blind to mess those pictures up.

The last shots I took were of her ass and pussy from behind while she was on her knees. It reminded me of seeing Larry ease his cock into her impossibly tiny asshole. I put the camera away and put my hands on her butt and started licking her puckered little hole, making her shudder. I couldn't see her titties saw, but I imagined them, and my cock got harder. I rimmed her asshole for a couple of minutes, mixing long, slow strokes with the flat of my tongue, and small little jabs, penetrating her with the tip of my tongue. "Are you thinking about fucking me in the ass, you bad boy?" she said.

"Yes ma'am."

"Did you like it when that other guy was fucking me there?" 

"It was really hot," I said. I stood up and pulled her hips back toward me. I took hold of my cock and rubbed the head of it over her clit, making her shiver again.

"I could feel every inch of his cock," she said, "Right up to his balls."

"He got really deep in there. I wonder how long it'd been since he was in something that tight."

"His cock was pretty thick too, so it must have felt extra tight."

"So you liked having another guy's dick in your ass, huh?"

"It was amazing. I was so turned on by the thought of it being there as much as it actually being there."

"I liked the way he came on your face. I never thought he'd have as much cum as that."

"You know," she said, "I was hoping he'd come right in my ass. That's a really dirty thought, isn't it?"

"Oh yeah." My cock was pretty wet from rubbing it over her pussy like that. I moved it up and began rubbing it over her asshole. This time, it was my time to shiver. A strong shudder went all the way through me, starting at the head of my cock and shooting through me and down my spine. I was picturing Emma working her hips to take Larry's cock deeper and deeper into her ass, and how she had been totally into it. I was turned on by the thought of him shooting off deep in her ass too, even though it had been hot to see him cum so hard on her face. I guess the thing that turned me on so much was the intimacy of it. "We got their number," I reminded her. "You could still have him do that."

"You sound like you'd like that," she said. "Maybe you could fuck his wife's ass too. She had really excellent titties too, didn't she?"

I went back down to her pussy and pushed my cock past her pussy lips.

"Oh yeah, that feels good," she gasped and looked back over her shoulder. "If we were to hook up with them again I'm totally going to eat her pussy. She seemed really sexy."

My cock slipped deep into her and I began to fuck her slowly. I could feel every movement along the length of my cock. "Maybe we should just try to get her to visit us by herself."

"Yeah, that would be hot, wouldn't it? She could come down for a weekend. I could eat her pussy, you could fuck her in the ass ... there's all sorts of things we could get up to."

"Yeah, for an older chick, she was pretty hot," I said. "Not as hot as you though. When we were at the restaurant tonight I wanted to push you on the table and fuck your brains out."

I fucked her pussy with the length of my cock for a while, then just the head of it, then taking turns between that and plunging deep into her pussy. That turned us both on. I knew I couldn't go too hard because of the recent surgery, but it was tough holding back from just pounding away at her. After a few minutes, she pulled away from me and turned around to face my cock. "Mm, look at that," she said, and slid her mouth down over the head, and grabbed the shaft with one hand and jerked me in short quick strokes. I grabbed the back of her head and worked my cock deeper into her mouth, slowly, until I could feel the head rubbing the back of her throat. When she didn't gag, I went deeper, almost getting right to the balls before she jerked. I pulled it out and there was thick spit on the head of it, which she licked off. "One of these days, I want you to be able to fuck me hard in the mouth like on some of those movies that we've seen. Remember the one where the guy fucked that one chick all the way back in her throat? That's exactly what I mean. It was so dirty when he'd pull it out and her spit was all frothy. I totally want you to fuck my mouth just like that." She went back to sucking my cock, and there were so many times I could have blown my load, but I was able to hold it back by getting her to ease off on it. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it off forever though. By that point I was primed and ready for release. As if knowing what was on my mind, she flipped over on her back and spread her legs. I got up on the bed and grabbed her ankles while she guided my cock into her. She was tight as hell, but dripping wet. "Oh man, that's good, Honey," she said as I fucked her gently. "I love to feel your balls slapping my ass hole like that." I wasn't complaining either. From where I was, I had a perfect view of her new body. Her titties almost seemed too big for her little body, but that was just all the sexier. They moved slowly in circular patterns, in time to my strokes. "They look perfect for getting plastered with cum like that," I said.

"Wouldn't it be hot if there were about five or six guys and all they were there for was to cum on my tits?" she asked. "Just think of all that thick cum shooting out over them. I'd rub it all in, all over them, and under them. I would love to feel all that cum shooting out and hitting me." Emma reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit. 

"I'd love to watch that," I said. "That would be unbelievable."

"Honey, get up inside me, I'm gonna cum," she said. I pushed in deeper and her thighs squeezed around me, "Oh my Goooooood," she moaned, as she came, all over my cock. It lasted quite a few seconds, and by the time she'd finished I was ready to pop too. I dropped to having my hands on either side of her, just up off her enough to feel her new titties brush my chest as I pumped my cock inside her. "Cum in my pussy, Honey, yeah do it," she said, and then I buried my cock in her and felt my balls tighten up, shooting a massive burst of cum through my cock, deep into her pussy. It felt like an electric wire had been laid in my shaft - the jolt went right through it, backwards into my sac. I came a couple more times then rolled over, spent. Emma rolled up next to me and she was sleeping in a matter of minutes. 

As I lay there, it crossed my mind how she would react to having her new body. Before the operation, I did wonder if she would be almost compelled to cheat on me, because she was surely going to get more attention from now on, that was for sure. Our relationship had definitely changed since that previous November with Larry and Sandra, though. I liked the idea of her being with other people so long as I was there too, no matter how intense or dirty it got. So long as she was always into the idea of being with me when all was said and done, I could handle that. It didn't take me long to drift off either, even with the bedside lamps still on. It had been a while since we'd fallen asleep like that.