12 comments/ 131618 views/ 28 favorites My Stud's Special Secret By: MidnightWriter My name is Nikki and I think I've got a different take on this cuckold thing so many of you guys seem so nuts about these days. I'm 28, a former stripper who found the hung stud she'd always dreamed of about a year ago in the form of my boyfriend Drake. He was older than me, though I honestly didn't know how much at first, just that he was in his late 30s or early 40s, built like a brick house and hung like a stud stallion, with 10 very thick, uncut inches of hard, muscled man-meat that he knew just how to use. I'm 5-4, with shoulder length natural blond hair and blue eyes, with the same perfectly toned, 34-24-35 figure that made me a lot of money back in my dancing days. Drake and I did everything together -- and I mean everything -- right from the start. You name it, we tried it -- threesomes, moresomes, bondage, exhibitionism, role-playing. If it felt good we did it over and over. He was the man of my dreams and virtually everything we seemed to do together centered around sex in some form or fashion, except when we got together with his friends Bill and Ellen, a married couple he knew through his work. Though Drake was older than them -- they were both about my age, late 20s -- he seemed much younger somehow. They were one of those married couples that seemed to hit middle age right after their honeymoon, you know? He was flabby and overweight, prematurely balding. Ellen was lovely, dark haired, petite but really stacked, I knew, because she'd once told me her measurements were 36-24-36, which with her tiny, 5-1 frame I figured made her look pretty voluptuous. I say figured, because she always concealed her tanned, luscious body with the kind of frumpy, baggy dresses that hid everything from sight. Though I knew she was bound to look hot as hell beneath those neck-to-ankle monstrosities, she seemed just as much of a stick-in-the-mud as her meek, quiet husband, more concerned with church activities and charity work, the kind of couple I would have never dreamed would be such close friends with my kinky, hard-swinging boyfriend. It was one of those charity events Bill and Ellen were always fussing about that brought me to their big, secluded home -- a gift from Bill's fabulously wealthy mom -- one Saturday morning after my usual weekend run at a nearby track. Drake had a weekend business trip and I'd decided to clean up the garage, running across several antiques Bill and Ellen had expressed an interest in for one of their charity sales. It was a gorgeous spring morning, lots of windows open all over the big house as I reached the front door, knocking several times but getting no response, even though I thought I could hear something somewhere inside. Realizing how early it was I walked around to their sunroom, sliding open the glass door and knowing immediately from the smell they were in the kitchen having breakfast, the door leading into the kitchen wide open to let the sunshine in. I walked over and was just about to step inside when a familiar voice froze me in place, my heart pounding. "That was great baby, I was starved," came the voice. It was Drake! I peeked around the corner of the doorway, my shock and surprise multiplying as I saw my boyfriend relaxing at the breakfast table, smoking and drinking coffee, wrapped in a robe, his hair slightly damp, as if he'd just come from the shower. A plate with a few scraps of eggs and toast sat at his elbow as he leaned casually back in his chair. Sitting at the end of the table, his bare, flabby gut shivering was Bill, a bowl of cereal on the table in front of him. A sound from the sink caused me to look in that direction just as Ellen was turning to face the two of them. For the first of several times that morning I had to stifle a gasp as I took in the sight of her. She was wearing a flimsy, almost transparent robe that barely covered her lush, womanly curves, her tanned cleavage openly displayed, high-heeled sandals accenting the tone and curve of her gorgeously shaped legs, hips and ass. Her heavy make up and teased, styled hair were just what her surprisingly slutty look called for, causing me to admit immediately to myself that I was right all along about little housewife Ellen -- she was a secret hottie! And she was apparently ready to prove it. Though I'd never known her to smoke or curse, she was stubbing out a cigarette on the counter by the sink and sighing happily. "I fuckin' love our weekends like this," she said softly, her eyes focusing on Drake. She moved to stand on the other side of the table from him, holding his gaze while she licked her lips slowly, her hands toying with the belt of her robe, shifting her weight from side to side with sharp, sexy shapes of her succulent ass, the outline of her nipples already visible beneath the flimsy material. "Time for me to get my breakfast ready now," she murmured as she swayed sexily over to my seated boyfriend, both hands caressing his upturned face as she settled into his lap, her legs straddling his legs. Their kiss was slow, wet, erotic, lips suckling, softly nipping at each other, slightly open mouths wetly caressing, Ellen still stroking Drake's face gently with both hands, his own hands sliding around on her hips. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Bill losing interest in his cereal the second his wife emitted a muffled moan, the soft, sensuous sound seemingly holding him spellbound, his eyes widening as Drake's tongue expertly entered Ellen's eagerly accepting mouth. The cheating wife sucked starvingly on my boyfriend's deeply probing tongue as she ground her bottom down into his lap, her arms slipping around his neck. Drake's hands became more demanding on her wickedly wiggling hips, grabbing and groping, slipping and sliding over the flimsy fabric separating him from her flesh. Their movements caused Ellen's robe to slip slightly open, affording me a glimpse of her tight, tanned tummy as their kiss gradually grew deeper, wetter, the hot housewife's tiny tongue sensuously circling Drake's much meatier, larger tongue before slowly swallowing it, her lips sliding along its slippery length until her oral cavity was filled with his smooth sweet heat, their open mouths sealing tightly together. In the background I could see Bill staring intently as the passion of the adulterous fuckkiss grew right before our very eyes, the taboo twosome's muffled moans suddenly seeming to fill the entire house, the watching husband pushing back slightly from the table and moving his hands into his lap slowly, gingerly, as if afraid he would be noticed. Ellen was humping and grinding deeply into Drake's crotch, her hands slipping into his slightly parted robe to stroke his smooth, hairless chest as he masterfully tongue-fucked her anxiously accepting mouth. By the time their long, passion-fueled fuckkiss ended I could feel my own body heating up, and apparently so could Bill as well. Though his hands remained in his lap, out of my view, I had no doubts he was fondling himself as he watched his wife squirming slowly, sensuously against Drake's crotch, tilting her head to the side with a deep, guttural groan as he started suckkissing wetly up and down the smooth, sensitive skin of her neck, both pairs of hands opening her robe to reveal her firm, tanned tits, her pink nipples already achingly hard. I couldn't resist cupping my pussy through my little running shorts as the two of them opened Drake's robe wider, giving Ellen plenty of room to start rubbing her bare breasts against his smooth chest as he kissed his way to the other side of her neck. Bill looked mesmerized and I suppose I did too. Drake nuzzled and nipped at Ellen's neck, just below her ear, causing her to whimper and hump harder into his lap. He was looking right into Bill's eyes as he kissed and sucked deeply at her tender, sensitive flesh, murmuring words I couldn't make out against her skin, though whatever he was saying clearly sent Ellen into erotic overdrive. The hot housewife's curvy, petite body went into a frenzy of frantic motion, her boobs bouncing wildly as she hunched Drake's crotch, at the same time peeling off her robe to reveal a tiny red thong, lifting up in his lap just long enough to let the fabric fall to the floor then settling her smooth, exposed asscheeks down on the huge lump filling his briefs with a loud, lewd groan, his hands grabbing her hips and grinding her roughly down against him, his mouth skimming wetly along her neck and bare shoulder, his eyes again on her watching husband as he murmured something softly, his glistening pink tongue teasing her ear as he spoke. Ellen's response was immediate, her hands going to Drake's shoulders, using them to lift herself up, her swollen tits rubbing over his face as she pressed her thinly covered cunt into the hard, chiseled abs of his tight tummy. Both his hands slid down to cup her tan, gloriously gorgeous asscheeks, massaging and molding the bare, fleshy globes as he helped her fuck her barely concealed pussy against the stone-hard muscles of his flat stomach. With a wicked, wanton whimper she twisted her head to look at her husband as Drake started slurping noisily at her tits, her eyes wild with a mixture of lust and contempt. "Yesss, watch us you fat-ass mama's boy," she hissed, arching her back, pressing her tits even tighter to the loudly lewd sucking of Drake's mouth as she stared into Bill's obviously aroused face. "Watch your wife enjoying the real man of this house." Ellen clutched at the back of Drake's head with both hands, her upper arms on his shoulders, her eyes drooping shut as she shuddered and shook from the sex charged sensations of the oral assault on her breasts, his hungry mouth nursing noisily, hotly on her hard, pink nipples. She leaned her face down, eyes still closed, planting gentle kisses on the top of his head and sighing encouragement as he feasted furiously on her smooth, soft titflesh, wiggling her ass wickedly in his hands. "Fuck yes, suck my tits, mark 'em with your hickeys while my sissy husband plays with his sissy little dick, get rough with 'em, chew on 'em, eat 'em right up," she babbled breathily, clutching at the back of Drake's head as he continued his sloppy slurping, craning her neck around to again face her husband. "Oh Bill it's so good, so nasty, you can't do this, he's such a fuckin' stud, feels like he's eatin' my tits right off my body, ohfuck yes beat that little dick you goddam sissy, beat off while your wife gives it up for her real man." Bill could only croak out a hoarse groan in response as Ellen twisted back around to return her full attention to Drake, sinking her weight back down in his lap with a moan. Their mouths met in another steamy fuckkiss, Drake's tongue poking and probing deeply, his wide open robe giving me a clear view of Ellen's firm asscheeks massaging the big bulge in his briefs. Ellen's hands pushed the robe off his shoulders, working to get it off him, as he slowly slipped his tongue from her mouth and started to nuzzle her neck wetly, alternately kissing and sucking as he whispered softly to her. Ellen climbed off Drake's lap and turned to face her husband with a wicked grin, cupping and massaging her spit-slickened tits as her fingers traced carefully over the line of deep red love bites that criss-crossed each well-tanned tit. Behind her my boyfriend peeled down his briefs, his thick, 10-inch cock sticking straight out from his body, the bare crown wet, glistening and purple, visibly throbbing as he sat back down. Ellen continued to show off her well-mauled and marked tits, smearing Drake's saliva into them as she cupped and caressed herself sensuously. "Look at 'em, look at what he does to your wife's body, he leaves my tits so tender, so swollen," she taunted. "My stud's a real man, he just takes what he wants, fucks whatever hole he wants with his big, hard stud-cock, he's who I need, not your worthless mama's boy ass, he's a real man who knows how to treat your nasty wife." Ellen was bent over slightly at the waist, cupping her damp, heavily hickeyed boobs, teasing her slowly masturbating husband with the lewd sight of her red-streaked, saliva-soaked titflesh as Drake emitted a soft, sexy chuckle. He suddenly drew back a hand and slapped her ass with all the force he could muster from his sitting position, the fleshy smack echoing lewdly through the kitchen, the firm, full cheeks rippling erotically. "Oww-shit-ohfuck," Ellen gasped, hands tightening on her tits. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Drake spanked her with increasingly heavily blows, the shock causing the horny housewife's body to stiffen and her husband to abruptly cease his dick stroking. "Ohshit-ohfuck-ohgoddd," Ellen groaned, her eyes squeezing shut for a second, her face contorting in lustful pain, then blinking her eyes back open to stare hatefully into her husband's face. "See what I mean sissy? See how a bull-cock stud treats a slut wife?" Drake grabbed Ellen's hips and turned her back around until she was facing him again, guiding her down to her knees. As soon as she knelt she had that massive hunk of man-meat in both hands, jacking on the shaft as she stared at the glistening purple head towering well above Drake's belly button for a long moment, licking her lips lewdly. "There you go baby," Drake said softly. "Show your sissy husband what you're hungry for." On her knees with both her hands gently jacking the gargantuan cock as her wedding ring glittered a brilliant reminder of her adulterous fuck-lust, Ellen looked over her shoulder at her husband, wiggling her ass wickedly, panting and licking her lips teasingly. "I'm starving for my man's big cock, you know I am, you know I love this big pussy wrecker, get a good look at it mama's boy, watch your wife on her knees for her stud, suckin' his big pussy pleasin' dick like a good little slut." As his wife teased him, Bill's hands started working faster as he stared at her well-used boobs with a wild gleam in his eyes. Though his lower body remained out of my sight it was obvious he was highly aroused by Ellen's taunting, teasing words. For the first time I realized how damp I was getting, just how turned on I was by the whole crazy scene. By the time the horny wife returned her attention to my super-hung boyfriend, I had my hand crammed into my little running shorts, fondling and fingering frantically as I watched the erotic scene unfold. As she turned back to face the turgid, towering column of cockmeat Ellen lightly ran her fingertips up and down the muscled, vein-lined shaft, drawing a soft groan from Drake. Bill craned his neck for a better view as his wife used both fists to grasp the big, swollen prick, drawing it to her mouth and kissing lightly up and down the underside of his throbbing shaft before running her tongue over the leaky crown, lapping up his precum with a satisfied moan, rolling the clear, thick fluid around in her mouth for a moment, savoring it like wine before swallowing with an exaggerated gulp, clearly intending to let her husband know she was swallowing Drake's studly essence. "You even taste like a real man," she murmured sexily, her lips brushing his bare cock-crown, her eyes focused on his as she slid her moaning mouth over his broad, blunt head with agonizing slowness, both of them grunting and groaning. She concentrated her oral effort on the gooey glands of Drake's big bare dickhead, sucking loudly and wetly, jacking steadily on the missile-like shaft with both hands while bobbing up and down. Both their movements gradually increased, his narrow hips starting to twitch, her lips slipping up and down his uncut cockhead, tongue swiping back and forth, expertly allowing her hands to lose contact with his throbbing stalk just long enough to let the streams of her saliva thoroughly soak it, then massaging the wetness into his massive fuckmuscle, his size dwarfing her little hands as they went immediately back to work. "Yeah, that's my hot little cocksucker, you know how I like it baby, you know you gotta get nasty for me now, you gotta take it all slut, take it all down, show that sissy, show him how bad you want this big dick in your little married body," Drake hissed. Gulping and grunting lewdly, Ellen strained her drooling mouth downward, her saliva running heavily down the thick, throbbing shaft as it slowly disappeared, a big bulging knot appearing in her throat as she continued her gradual impalement. Only a couple of inches of his powerful fuck-pole remained exposed when the kneeling wife suddenly started gagging and coughing, pulling back up Drake's iron-hard pleasure pipe until she could breathe easily, her constricted throat free of his meaty length. She held just the head in her mouth for a long moment, until her breathing returned to normal, her passion-filled eyes finding Drake's, holding them in a silent stare that spoke volumes before slowly squeezing them shut and sliding her mouth smoothly down the entire, nearly foot-long length of his fantastic prick, her lips nestling into his trimmed pubic hairs with a soft, nasty sounding gulp and groan. "Oh yeah, that's a good little wife," Drake groaned, twisting a fist into her hair and holding her fully impaled on that big battering ram of a cock while he stared into Bill's face, his pubic hairs ruffled by the soft breeze from Ellen breathing completely through her nose. "It's good to have a married mouth back on my cock, but I guess a limp dick husband like you won't ever know what that's like, since you need me to come over here and take over your home, your woman." With a filthy, gurgling grunt Ellen suddenly started struggling violently to free herself of the big prick, Drake's hand slipping off the back of her head as she pulled off with a wet, lewd pop, panting and gasping but promptly grabbing the strong, slick fuckmuscle in both her hands, caressing up and down its hard, lengthy surface lovingly as she looked pleadingly up into his face. "I'm not his woman, I'm yours, I'm your woman baby, all yours," she whimpered sexily, pouting her lips and brushing them teasingly over his bare, glistening crown. "I won't let my sissy husband touch me, just want my big dicked bull, just need my hung stud, I belong to you, not him, just you." Drake chuckled and looked back to Bill as he casually grasped the hair on the back of Ellen's head, guiding her mouth back to his throbbing, animal-like erection, swollen to the size of a billyclub and soaked in spit and precum. "Yeah, you belong to me, not him," Drake whispered as Ellen hurriedly slid the meaty length of his prick all the way back down her throat with a muffled groan, his hand guiding her until her lips were again nestled in his closely cropped pubic hairs. "Hear that? She's mine, not yours mama's boy," Drake growled as Ellen started eagerly deep-throating him, one little fist wrapped around the base of his cock as her mouth moved up and down the big shaft, only a few inches at first but speeding up quickly, until in moments she was plunging up and down on the full length, her lips dragging wetly along the muscled, vein-lined shaft, mewing and moaning, as she skillfully skull-fucked herself on my man's massive, meaty cock. Ellen moved her free hand between her legs, cupping and caressing her thinly covered pussy mound as she whipped her head up and down Drake's monstrously huge prick. My own snatch was soaked, my cream saturating my fingers as she devoured that big dick like an animal in heat, grunting and groaning gutturally as she bobbed up and down the length of his manhood. Drake started murmuring and muttering softly to Ellen as she slurped and sucked loudly, reaching a hand out and picking up a steak knife from the table. The kneeling, wildly sucking housewife never noticed the movement, she was so engrossed in the task at hand, her ovaled lips sliding up and down the massive meat muscle, leaving streaks of scarlet lipstick along the trembling, towering shaft. My Stud's Special Secret When Drake leaned forward slightly, running the dull side of the blade sensuously down Ellen's spine, the cool metal caused her to gasp and freeze on the upstroke, wide eyes looking questioningly into her lover's face while holding his bare, bloated dickhead in her hungry mouth, spit streaming down the wide, muscled stalk. Bill was obviously just as stunned as his wife, his hands unmoving now, staring at the knife in Drake's hand, his mouth hanging open in shock. "Suck it all back down baby," Drake whispered as he looked into Bill's frightened face with an evil smile. With a soft whimper Ellen slowly swallowed the massive member once more, her mouth moving smoothly down the huge hard fuckstick. As her lips nestled into Drake's trimmed pubic hair he flicked the blade of the knife under the waistband of the horny wife's panties. As she felt the blade start to slice through the silky fabric she mashed her mouth tighter to the base of his animal-like cock, her lips pressing deeply into the nest of his pubic hairs. As her husband gasped softly, Ellen's entire body suddenly seemed awash in a chain of convulsions, shuddering and shaking heavily, grunting and gulping around the huge log-like prick stuffing her throat as Drake cut the panties away from her body, clutching desperately at her cunt with one hand as the fabric fell to the floor, clamping her toned thighs to it tightly as she shivered and shook, her ass undulating wildly, humping at her own hand while keeping the big fuck tool embedded in her throat. "Yeahh, cum for your man baby, cum for me while you're eatin' my meat," Drake moaned, tossing the knife back onto the table and giving Ellen's shapely, wickedly wiggling ass a firm slap. Even though already fully imbedded on the big cock, Ellen strained her head downward even more, like she was trying to suck his ballsack into her hungry mouth as well, tears trickling down her cheeks, her eyes squeezed shut, her body betraying her orgasm, ass flexing wildly, fucking her hand frantically as she burst into a series of muffled mews and moans, garbling and gurgling around the meaty monster in her mouth until she gagged and choked, finally forced to free herself from it. As Ellen coughed and wheezed nastily, crumpling onto the floor at Drake's feet, I jammed a finger into my gooey hole and found my clit with my thumb. Bill resumed his masturbatory movements as well, but only for a moment, stopping to catch the cut up panties as Drake calmly tossed them to him. "Lick 'em clean sissy," he ordered, Bill promptly doing just that, bringing the soaked silken panty crotch to his mouth and tasting his wife's juices with long, lingering licks, like a kid tasting an ice cream cone. As Ellen caught her breath she gave her husband her full attention, watching closely as he worshipped her cum-stained panties with his mouth, bringing her sticky fingers to her own mouth and slurping at them loudly, leaning back between Drake's spread legs. As he helped her get comfortable Drake laid his shiny, 10-inch fuckpipe across her right shoulder so that it was brushing her cheek. With a moan Ellen started gently caressing her cheek along the length of his monster cock while playing leisurely with her soaked pussy, occasionally bringing her damp fingers to her mouth to playfully suck and lick her own juices, both of them watching as Bill gave his wife's ruined panties a thorough licking. "God what a cum," Ellen said softly as she stroked her pussy lips, caressing Drake's big wet cock with her cheek smoothly, like a kitten, while looking right into Bill's face as he worshipped her underwear. "I cum harder just from sucking his big, beautiful dick than I ever did back when I used to have sex with you, mama's boy." Bill could only croak out a hoarse groan in response, Ellen giggling softly and turning to tenderly kiss the huge cockshaft sticking over her right shoulder. "Does it taste good wimp?" Drake asked, adding a chuckle of his own. "Mmm-hmmmm," Bill agreed with a moan as he drew a bit of the fabric into his mouth, sucking it, seeming to savor the taste of his wife's adulterous juices. "Crawl over here mama's boy," Ellen murmured tauntingly, lightly running her swollen, parted lips wetly along Drake's hard, huge shaft. Without hesitation Bill crawled over to his wife, Ellen turning her attention back to him after giving the side of Drake's big dick a quick, loud suckkiss, her husband crawling toward them on all fours with her soiled, sliced panties dangling from his mouth. She leaned forward and snatched the soaked fabric from his mouth, her open hand grinding into his face, pushing his head back roughly, Bill gasping in pain as he was forced to shuffle back a bit on his hands and knees, the openly cheating couple laughing loudly at his pain. "Don't be such a sissy, mama's boy," Ellen laughed as she lightly ran the damp panties over Drake's glistening, bloated cockhead, mopping up the thick, gooey fluid carefully as her big-dicked lover moaned in pleasure at her touch on the sensitive, purplish-colored glans. "This is what he needs to taste," Ellen giggled softly, looking up at Drake with a sexy gleam in her eyes as she finished cleaning his broad, bulging dickhead with the soaked wisp of silk. "Yeah, he loves it, don't you pussy boy?" Drake demanded. "Y-y-yes," Bill stammered. "Yes, I do." Without warning Ellen jammed the panties into her husband's open mouth, slapping his cheek solidly, causing him to wince and groan. His dick was barely visible through his fly, I noticed, even though he was obviously hard. The cheating wife and her hung stud -- my boyfriend -- both laughed as they watched the humiliated yet wildly turned on husband sucking on her panties. She slouched back, her legs spread, playing with her wet pussy again as she leaned back between Drake's legs, once more getting into position to caress her cheek along the length of his pulsing prick as she ran her fingers lightly along her pussy lips, then teasing her visibly trembling clit. "You weak, little-dick wimp, don't you dare touch that disgusting little thing you think of as a prick, not in my kitchen, you stay just like that on your hands and knees until me and my man are ready for you, you got it mama's boy?" she hissed out the question hatefully. When Bill started nodding, the panties dangling from his mouth, I started cumming -- hard. I had to hold the side of the doorway as I shook and shuddered not at all unlike Ellen had been doing moments earlier, only my mouth was muffled by my free hand rather than Drake's king size cock. When I recovered from my orgasm the adulterous duo was standing facing each other, their naked bodies in a tight embrace, his gigantic dong pressed upward, trapped between their bodies, the big head almost touching Ellen's tits as they mashed into his hard frame. His arms enveloped her, hands squeezing and stroking her ass, Ellen alternately purring and pleading as her own hands stroked the back of his neck, her words breathless amid the series of wet, steamy suckkisses they shared, the lewd sucking and slurping as loud as her unbelievably sexy voice, almost whining with need as she begged her illicit lover for the pleasure only he could bring her. "Please-"suck-smack-"oh fuck me-"slurp-"umm-ohgod oh please I need it," suck-slurp-"need that big dick"-suck-slurp-"please baby"-slurp-"please"-smack-slurp-"fuck your whore-ummmmmm." Her pleas dissolved as he crushed his open mouth down on hers, both of them moaning as he tonguefucked her willing, wanting mouth frantically, her mouth working and sucking as his hands cupped her ass, lifting her easily, her legs going gracefully around his waist, something they'd obviously done many times before, never interrupting their intensely erotic soul-kiss as he started carrying her to the kitchen door, Ellen squirming in his arms, shuddering like she was already on the verge of another orgasm as she kept her open mouth sealed to his, sucking even louder, harder, as if she could get oxygen only from his adulterous kiss. With a groan Drake responded to her feverish tongue-sucking, pinning her against the wall next to the door with his whole body, Ellen moaning loudly into his mouth as she felt his hard, huge dick running up the length of her slit onto her heaving tummy, her hips jerking spastically at the sudden contact of her wet pussy on his massive manhood, then her body stiffened, the lewd kiss suddenly ending as she gasped and groaned. "Oh fuck-fuck me please, oh please fuck your slutwife, do it you big-dicked fucker, drive that big dick right into my horny married pussy while my sissy husband plays with his worthless little thing," she begged loudly, writhing and twisting madly in his arms as her words faded into a soft whimper. Laughing Drake pushed through swinging door that led to the den, Bill scrambling along behind on his knees. Gathering my wits, I went around the house, thankful for the seclusion of their large wooded lot as I eased up to a window, luckily left open except for a screen to take advantage of the beautiful weather, allowing me to see in easily and hear as well -- Ellen even louder now, her voice nothing more than a nasty groan as I eased up to the windowsill, sliding a hand back into my shorts. Drake was sitting in a big easy chair, Ellen with her back to him, lowering herself down onto his gigantic cock slowly but smoothly, her groans turning to a sharp series of gasps as his huge fuckmuscle filled her aching, dripping twat. Her pussy lips stretched thinner and thinner as she sank down on that magnificently sized slab of manmeat until finally the last of it disappeared into her, her ass settling down into his lap as her full weight brought her impalement to its completion, her body shuddering before falling momentarily still with another deep groan. "Oh god it's good," she moaned. "So big and hard, I'm so full, so full of my man." Bill sat down on a foot stool just a few feet in front of them, facing the adulterous duo, his small prick barely visible through the opening of his fly, still clutching the sliced, wet panties in one hand. With almost dainty movements he began brushing the silky fabric over his trembling little dick and before I realized it, I was joining him, gently rubbing my fingertip over my swollen, damp clit as Ellen slowly started sliding up and down Drake's big, battering ram of a cock. Once more it was obvious this was something they'd practiced many times before -- fucking in Bill's favorite chair. Ellen braced her hands on the chair arms as Drake grasped her slim waist, churning and flexing her firm, rounded asscheeks, rising up to expose a few inches of the sturdy, supersize fuckstick, then slowly sinking back down. "Ummmmmm," she groaned, working her flared, shapely hips sensuously from side to side while sliding up the big meaty cock, then dropping heavily back down, her sculptured asscheeks wiggling wickedly as her full weight dropped back into Drake's lap, once more impaling herself on his turgid fucktool. "Oh fuck so big." Keeping her full weight on her lover, Ellen began to slowly move her ass in a sensuous circular motion, bringing her hands to her lightly jiggling tits as she stared at her husband through heavily lidded eyes. "Fuck yes I can take my man's big meat," she moaned. "Want it all, stretching me, stuffing me, oh fuck it's so huge and hard." She twisted her neck around as Drake leaned over her shoulder, the two of them sharing a short, sloppy kiss, glistening pink tongues battling lewdly, wetly, before she turned her face back to her husband, sinking fully back down on his huge hardness with a whimper. "I'm so full," she gasped, her gorgeous hips and ass swaying gently from side to side, gyrating gracefully with slow, sensuous movements. "Full of hard stud-cock, oh shit it's deep, oh my beautiful bull, can feel that big cockhead on my cervix, oh fuck yes, every little wiggle rubs my clit, makes me crazy, ohshityessss." Drake tightened his grip on her hips and pounded his big pole upward into her wet, wiggling cunt, Ellen gasping as she started bucking up and down, sliding higher on the huge hardness spearing into her soaked, searing pussy, grunting out lewd groans and gasps of encouragement as their joined bodies moved faster, his hips hammering harder upward, bouncing the babbling beauty up and down his broad, blunt, billyclub-like cock. "Deep-deep-ohyes, fuck me, deep-fuck me, ohgod I'm gonna cum, so good, so big, ohgodyes do it, pound me hard," she muttered and moaned, each upstroke working her higher and higher up the steadily hammering fucktool before plunging back down on the fat, fleshy staff, with a sharp stroke of her sexy ass, spearing it into the deepest, steamiest spots of her spasming snatch. She slammed down faster and harder, grinding her gooey cuntal sheath down on his pistoning prick, the thick, long column of flesh disappearing and reappearing, looking wetter and wetter as she corkscrewed up and down its magnificent length. Drake met each of her frantic movements as she writhed and wiggled her way up and down the big blunt instrument of pleasure, pumping his prick violently into her lewdly wet, swollen pussy. "Ahh-yess, fuck me I'm gonna cum," Ellen hissed, the toned flesh of her asscheeks smacking loudly down into Drake's grinding groin, her body straining to accept every centimeter of his racehorse-size fuckrod. She ground her smooth, velvety asscheeks down forcefully, her vibrant pink clit scraping the broad cock-base deliciously, swooning then wailing loudly as his full, monster-size fuckmeat filled her to the utmost, stretching her right to the breaking point, her whole body stiffening, eyelids fluttering wildly. Even with all her weight upon him Drake continued to buck up and down, lifting them both rhythmically from the loudly squeaking easy chair as he kept his meat buried completely in her spasming pussy. "Yeah you love my big dick," he groaned as he held her shuddering body tightly to him, bouncing them both faster in the cushioned chair. "You want me to keep fuckin' you till you split open, you don't give a fuck about your little dicked husband over there, you just want this big hard cock. Take it you hot assed slut." "Fuck-fuck yess, I'm cumminggggg," Ellen groaned deeply, her body coming alive once again, rocking back and forth as she bounced up and down, Drake's big studly dick fully buried in her cumming cunt. "Fuck yes I love it, cumming on that big cock, ahh-fuckyesssss." Drake took a brutal lunge, sending them both high into the air, gasping and grunting, Ellen clutching her firm tits, her eyes snapping open in shock at the force of his animalist fuck-stroke, his hard body tense beneath her as they dropped heavily back down into the cushioned chair seat. "Cummingggggggg," growled Drake, hands frantically going up to her shoulders and grinding her trembling torso downward as he thrust upwards, as if he could possibly drive that huge fuckstick any deeper into her convulsing, shivering body. "Ahhfuckkkyessss do it, cum in me, ahhhhhh I feel it, so hot, shit I'm cumming too, ohfuck ohshit ohyesssssss, fill me with that thick sweet stud-seed, ahhhhhyesssssssss," Ellen's voice rang out clearly through the screened window, easily loud enough to be heard next door. But I couldn't have cared less -- I was right with them, both hands down in my shorts working my gooey snatch as Ellen collapsed atop Drake's panting body, my body shaking and heaving, biting my lip to stay silent as my own orgasmic explosion erupted inside of me. It was a good, hard cum, as good as you can have from your own hands. But it wasn't over yet. Still peeking around the corner, my feverishly flicking fingers now gently massaging my soppy pussy, I'd just caught my breath when Ellen and Drake gently, slowly uncoupled, though she remained in his lap, her legs spread wide, dripping their combined cum onto the cushion, his big, twitching cock doing the same as she reached down to pull it upward to rest on her well fucked mound, the big shaft slowly shrinking but still running all the way up her slit past almost to her belly button, oozing its goo on her smooth, soft-looking abdomen. "Come and get it sissy boy, it's breakfast time," she cooed, spreading her toned, tanned thighs even wider. Bill literally jumped onto his hands and knees between her splayed thighs, his face going right to her crotch, sucking hotly at the tender pinkness, the slurping noises for some strange reason re-lighting the fire in my own loins as I realized what he was doing, Ellen's sighs leaving no doubt. "That's it, clean that stud-seed out of your wife's stretched little pussy, mama's boy," she purred. "Suck our juices down you cum-loving sissy." Her words only heightened Bill's oral efforts, not to mention my arousal. I couldn't believe how it was affecting me, my fingers fondling, flicking and fucking myself like my hand had a mind of its own as the horny husband wiggled his face into the soaked crevice of his wife's snatch, the sound of his nasty slurps and sucks causing my cunt to throb deeply. Ellen giggled and cooed as she worked her pussy up and down her husband's face, smearing it with their combined cream. Drake's dick had slid down, drooping but still half hard, rubbing into Bill's throat as he ate his wife. After a few moments the wanton wife pushed her pussy-eating husband away and nodded between her legs, at the wet prick dangling just beneath her husband's chin. Without a word Bill opened wide, taking the sticky, shrinking cock into his mouth and sucking deeply, Ellen groaning lustfully at the sight, Drake chuckling as he playfully thrust his hips forward a few strokes, face-fucking the submissive husband with his softening cock. My cunt felt like it was on fire beneath my fingers, drooling liquid heat down my inner thighs, then the ripples began, firing sparks through my body, igniting a chain reaction of orgasms that completely overwhelmed me. After only a couple of moments Bill released his suckhold on Drake's dick and reached down to stroke his own as he leaned forward, returning to Ellen's oozing twat with renewed vigor. Each lewd suck and smack of his mouth on her glistening, spread pink pussy seemed to send a new tremor of orgasmic shock sailing through my body. Ellen purred contentedly as she lay there, spread out for her husband, slouched back against my boyfriend's lean body, gently fucking Bill's face until breaking into a soft shudder and pushing him away, sighing happily. "A soft little cum from a soft little man," she muttered, patting him on the head like a puppy dog. "You can cum now, mama's boy." Both of Bill's hands flew to his open fly. In maybe 30 seconds tops he was cumming, his body growing stiff, though I couldn't see him spurt because even hard his prick was still so small it was completely obscured by his hands. I knew exactly what he was doing next though, exploding in my morning's final orgasm as I watched him bring his cupped palm to his mouth, licking and sucking lewdly once more, cleaning his own hand of his sperm as his cheating wife and her hung lover -- my boyfriend -- burst into derisive laughter. They were still chuckling and hurling insults at the hapless husband as I slipped away with only one thought on my mind. I've got to buy a video camera before Drake's next business trip, I told myself.