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My Wife

By: lofax



"uhh, uhh, uhh"

The sound of the hotel door opening could be clearly heard over my ministrations in the bathroom.

"Helllooo . . .!"

Ahh, of course, my wife has returned early. I allowed my cock to slide back out of the mouth of the pretty little housekeeper's mouth. Taking myself in hand I wiped the string of saliva off of my cock and onto her parted lips. She was still attempting to regain her normal breath. I gave her a smile that said I would be right back and then I closed the shower curtain to close her away out of sight in the tub.

"You're early!", I said, walking out of the bathroom with nothing on - my semi-erect cock pointing the way. My wife looked at me with mock disapproval.

"I thought that we might go out for drinks in the lounge", I said to her. Her face lit up with a smile and she advanced on me. Taking my cock in her hand she squeezed; "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Before I could think of an answer she continued, "Is it still just a thought?" 

My wife, you really must understand, is one sexy piece of womanhood and right now I would have sworn that anyone in the hall would have been able to hear her motor purr; "Are you still . . just thinking about it?" She pressed her hand to my chest and pushed me backward into the bathroom. "Sit!" she commanded and I sat on the toilet seat.

"Maybe I can help you to cum to a decision, hmmm? Mmmm, mmm." My wife was sucking on the head of my cock with the trapped housekeeper mere inches away behind her thin screen of plastic shower curtain. I must have still looked uncertain and distracted. My wife noticed saying as she popped my head out of her mouth, "Does my baby need more convincing? Is your mind not yet made up?" She leered up at me stroking my cock with both of her hands and said in a deep, husky voice, "Momma wants that drink so be a good baby and fill my mouth!"

With that she was on me. Her mouth slurped my cock down to the balls and then she licked me all the way back up to the head while sucking. I forgot all about the maid and simply let out a huge groan as she worked my cock in and out of her lipsticked mouth. She was a demon on my shaft never letting it go for a second without tongue, lip and mouth action. She would look up at me often and flash me a wicked smile of delight.

"Are you going to come for me baby? Are you going to fill my mouth to overflowing?" . . . suck, slurp, lick, "With your hot cum?" She knew that I loved the talk and she was laying it on for me. She told me how much she loved to feel my cock spurt into her mouth; how she loved to feel the shaft alternately swell and subside as my cum shot along its length; how she loved feeling that with her hands and with her tongue and with her mouth. 

She had just finished telling me that she wanted me to shoot on her tongue when she stuck it out full-length from her mouth and began stroking me hard and fast. I was well on my way to shooting a good load when I saw behind my wife the face of the forgotten maid lustfully observing my blowjob. 

With a grunting cry that sounded to my ears as if I had been punched in the stomach, I shot an enormous load of cum onto my wife's waiting tongue. And her cheeks. And her lips. And her nose, and hair, and just everywhere. My wife simply laughed with delight and never withdrew her tongue until the rain stopped falling. She was beautiful and I told her so. She shooshed me out of the bathroom and closed the door.

***

The shower curtain drew back; "Kiss me!" was all that was said. The frightened young housekeeper was drawn into a deep, passionate kiss and though she struggled at first, she was soon trading tongues - and my copious cum with my wife. Soon my wife's fingers were up and under the maids' uniform dress and plunging wildly in and out of her pussy and asshole. The young woman came hugely from the double penetration. My wife hiked up her own skirts, pulled off her panties and straddled the kneeling woman's face; "You came to suck, now suck!" My wife often ejaculates when she cums and when the housekeeper finally left our room she was soaked in pussy juices. 

I got that part of the story from my wife, later, in the bar lounge. While we replenished our fluids.

She is really something great, my wife.

My Wife



Not dissimilar to many of your readers I have always fantasised about my wife fucking with other men. Although Debbie is incredibly liberated she has always kept it just between her and me. We often fuck while watching extreme hardcore porn movies and fantasise about her being in them but she would never actually do it. However, I did start to get her to go out on occasions dressed very provocatively and this progressed until she would go out in some outrageously sexy outfits; very short skirts, see through blouses, no knickers etc.

Well a couple of Christmas' ago we went out for a meal at a pub that we had not previously been to. Debbie agreed to dress sluttishly for the occasion and I was not disappointed. She wore a very short black lace mini dress designed to have a black cotton slip worn underneath. However, she wore it without the slip meaning everything underneath was pretty well exposed. Thus, her sheer black lace bra and G-string panties together with stockings, suspenders and black high heel shoes gave her the effect of a slutty street whore – just how I like it.

A couple of G&Ts for her later and we were in the car and on our way. She had slipped a coat over her outfit (disappointing but understandable) until she felt comfortable enough in her surroundings. Well the pub was heaving with partygoers and we were lucky to find a seat in a darkened corner. I got her a bottle of Pills (more Dutch courage) and gave her the news that we would not be able to get a table to eat. Well what with the 2 gins and bottle of Pills on an empty stomach she started to relax a little. It was her turn to go to the bar and, although she kept her coat on, knowing what was underneath really got me going. I could see her waiting to be served standing next to a group of guys obviously in straight from work. A couple of them started to chat to her and I could see the whole group turn to watch her walk back towards me. Another drink and she was ready to take off her coat, which she did but quickly sat back down. I then asked her to get me some crisps from the bar, I expected a protest or for her to put her coat back on but no, she got up and walked straight to the bar. You could see everything through her dress. Her lacy bra, g-string knickers and her milky white thighs in contrast to her black stocking tops.

Even from where I was sat I could see a visible reaction from the guys at the bar as they crowded around her. I could see her smile and chat to them and I could not believe just how hard my cock felt; it stiffened even more as I saw a hand go on her arse. She didn't move away but simply carried on chatting to the group. This carried on for a couple of minutes until she was served and returned to me amidst a chorus of wolf whistles. She looked flushed and I suddenly saw how hard her nipples had become.

After that there was no stopping her and she was up to the bar several times with the same reaction each time. On the final occasion she was at the bar a good ten minutes leaving me to get hornier and hornier. Just as she turned to come back one of the guys produced some mistletoe and held it above her head. He leant forward and kissed her hard on the lips running his left hand over her tits as he did so. He stopped abruptly and passed the mistletoe on and she allowed herself to be snogged and groped by the whole group – about 8 guys in total. As she pulled herself away from the last of them the first guy who kissed her stopped to whisper in her ear. She staggered back over to me and told me abruptly that we were going to a party. Somewhat, shocked I stood up on shaking legs with my heart pounding but my cock was ready to burst. We joined the group of guys and left the pub.

I told them that Debs and I would follow them in my car but the main guy insisted that Debs go with them. So she climbed in the backseat of a car with a couple of guys with another 2 in the front. 3 of the guys got into a nearby car and the last said he would come with me to show the way. As we set off following the other 2 cars my mind was a whirr of emotions wondering just what was going to happen. 

I should at this stage describe the guys who, on reflection, were a bit of a motley bunch. The guy who initiated it all was perhaps mid 30's tall well built and handsome. Debbie was clearly attracted to him. There were a couple of younger lads one perhaps early 20s the other 18 or 19. The others in the 2 cars in front ranged from 40 – 50 while the guy in with me was hitting 60 and was a good 3 or 4 stone overweight with tattooed arms. Anyway as we followed along he told me to pull over by a late night off licence as he had promised to pick up some beer. By the time he had finished we were a good ten minutes behind the others. I had some concern for her but by this stage my whole body was thudding in rhythm to the pounding in my cock.

It seemed like an age but eventually he pointed out a semi-detached house and I could see the other 2 cars parked out the front with another couple in the driveway. I parked up and followed the big guy up the drive. As we walked into the main lounge instead of being hit by a wave of music as is normal at Christmas parties I was hit by the sound and vision of a porn movie showing on a huge TV screen. It was already part way through and basically was set in a dirty sports changing room where a gang of black guys were gang banging a young white girl. Pulling my gaze away from this scene I scanned the room for Debbie. 

The sight that greeted me nearly blew my mind and my cock! She was sat back in an armchair with her legs spread wide over each arm. Her dress was nowhere to be seen and her bra had been yanked down to expose her beautiful tits. A guy sat on either arm of the chair mauling her tits with their hands and mouths. The youngest of the lads was knelt between her legs eating furiously at her pussy. Her head was thrown back and her lips were parted as she moaned gently. I looked round to see the other guys plus a few extras (now 11 + me) sitting watching and in most cases with cocks out wanking. The film itself was being ignored by all the blokes but Debbie was watching intently as the young girl submitted to a triple penetration. I decided there and then to take a seat and watch whatever happened without interruption – although what I could have done to stop anything with 11 guys I don't know.

Next thing one of the older guys, in his 50s, had stripped off and was standing by Debbie's chair stroking her face with his hand and wanking his cock. Debbie suddenly took her eyes from the film and was clearly brought out of her trance by the sight of a now hard fat cock just an inch from her face. Initially, she tried to sit up and push the cock away but the 2 guys groping her tits pushed her back squeezing her tits tight in the process. As she opened her mouth to protest the guy standing in front thrust forward and pushed a good 4 of his 6 or so inches into her mouth. The young lad was by now furiously finger fucking her cunt with at least 3 fingers and sucking hard on her clit. She gave up any sign of protest and began to suck hard on the cock in her mouth. 

In perfect timing just as the young girl on the screen took a load over her face the guy pulled his cock out of Debbie's mouth and let fly 3 or 4 spurts of thick spunk over her face. To my amazement she opened her mouth to take the last couple of jets and then sucked him back in side to clean him off. With little warning the 2 tit gropers pulled her off the chair and put her down on her hands and knees in front of the TV screen. I was going to be treated to a real live gangbang with a porn one in the background. I settled back in my chair with my cock out stroking it gentle; I didn't want to come yet!

Over the next hour I watched in fascination as these 11 guys fucked my wife. It was even better then the porn films, as the guys didn't hold back trying not to come. They simple kept her on her hands and knees with one fucking her mouth and one her cunt. The guys in her cunt fucked her as hard as they could and I could hear the slap of their thighs and hips against her arse cheeks. The guys came as soon as they were ready either in her cunt or some pulled out and swapped with the guy fucking her mouth shooting their cum over her face or in her mouth.

Soon there were just 2 left the fat 60 year old and the one she had fancied. The fat guy had stripped off to reveal a short but fat cock. The other guy was as I expected lean and well muscled. The fat guy took up his position behind her but instead of plunging straight up her cunt he started to rub his cock all around her cunt and arse lubricating on all the spunk so far left there. He then started to probe it against her arse hole. As she realised he was going to fuck her virgin arse she started to pull away. The guy in front grabbed her shoulders to keep her in position and started to push his big cock into her mouth. Suddenly, the guy behind pushed hard and the one fucking her face pushed her back resulting in the first 2 inches of fat guys cock burying itself in her arse. They held her still to let her acclimatise to the anal intrusion and then fat guy started to push the rest of his 5 inches up inside. He was soon fully in and then started to fuck her arse with a firm but slow rhythm. 

The guy in front pulled her more upright and started to slap his cock against her tits. Then came the horniest moment of the night so far. Debbie, who had been looking up and into to the eyes of handsome all the while cupped her hands underneath her tits and held them up for him. First, he continued to slap them with his cock. Then he pushed her hands down to her side and told her not to move them. All the while she continued to look directly at him seemingly to say 'I am yours'. He then started to slap her tits from side to side with his right and left hand. The sight and sound of his hands impacting her tits was threatening to send me over the top. He kept this assault up for a good 2 mins and not once did she move her hands to protect her tits. In fact her right hand was now a blur as she rubbed herself to a massive orgasm. As she started to cum he stopped punishing her tits and started to spurt all over them. Finally, the guy fucking her arse pulled out and walked round to her face. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and sucked him inside. Within 30 seconds her cheeks puffed out and I could tell she was tacking another load down her throat.

That was it I could wait no more I was up and naked pushing her onto her back and climbed on and started to fuck her. At the same time I started to lick and suck her very red, cum covered, tits. As I fucked her I noticed several of the guys crowding round wanking hard and furiously. Debbie and I both got sprayed with what seemed like gallons of cum. I even deliberately lifted my face up to one guys cock to take his load direct. As it hit me I squirted long and hard inside her cunt.

Then suddenly it was all over and the two of us rushed to dress still splattered in cum and went to leave. Before we left I was shocked to hear Debbie ask for the handsome guys number!



My Wife



My Wife…

My wife is a beautiful woman of 37 years. She is a little short and maybe a little heavy. However, after 20 years of marriage she still drives me crazy. We will call her June for this story.

June has had a hard life, with me, and our three kids. We started out in life young and as poor as church house mice. We do have love and a lot of it. Now, June has never been on the adventurous exotic sexual side. She pretty much just tries to keep me happy and that’s it. However about a year ago something from down deep inside of her came to life. This is where my story begins.

June is about 5’ 4” tall and 135 pounds. Light brown hair, she has nice big breasts and an ass to die for, big round and firm, she has a small waist and a little belly. Her legs are thick and strong. She is a knockout and carries herself well.

I’m working on an old truck June had just bought me. I may need your help so wear something that you don’t mind getting dirty, I tell her. Okay she replied and went into our bedroom to change. As I wait for her to return, I have to admit, June is a better mechanic than most men I knew. I yell out to her that I am going out to get started and for her to meat me out side. 

June comes out wearing sweat paints and a large T-shirt. She sits beside the truck and waits until I need her. From under the truck I tell her I need a 9/16-end wrench. She digs around the toolbox and brings it to me. I slide out to get the wrench and she bends over to hand it to me, I can see through the neck of her T-shirt, she is not wearing a bra and her breasts are hanging down and look like two large melons about to drop off the vine. I can’t help myself I reach up and pinch her right nipple. She smiles and puts the wrench in my hand; she says you wont get much done doing that.

June says, lets break it in… I said, do what? I did not hear you. June replies, yes you did…Lets break it in. What are you talking about? I slide out from under the truck, wipe my hands off and ask her what do you mean break it in… June smiles big and says, lets do it in the truck and break it in right. Don’t tempt me like that I will do it, I said. 

The truck is in the open and it’s about noon, the middle of the day. June walks up to me and rubs her big breasts to my chest. She moves me out of her way and opens the door of the truck. I liked to have lost my mind; she has never done anything at all even close to this. She pulled her sweat paints down and then her panties; Her beautiful full round ass is now in the wide open. She puts one leg up on the door edge and bends over the seat. I immediately position myself behind her. My tool has never been so hard and throbbing before. I unzip and take out my throbbing hard-on. I reach down between her legs until I find the wet spot. Her pussy was hot, wet and open for business. 

This is the wildest thing we have ever done, cars driving by and my wife’s ass sticking out of my truck door in the middle of the day. I reach down and slide my fingers into her hot little pussy. She starts to move her hips and moan. 

June reaches down and grabs my cock; she guides it to the moist opening between her legs. I push slowly and as my hard throbbing cock penetrates her hot little pussy she cries out in excitement. I shove my dick all the way into her until my balls slap against her wet mound of pubic hair. June’s legs start to shake and she begs me to fuck her hard. I grab her by the hips and start pounding and shoving my cock into her hot little love hole as hard and fast as I possible could. June spreads her legs even wider and starts to push her ass back at me trying to stay in rhythm with the pounding I am giving her. 

I cannot hold it, I say, I’m going to cum. My body gets tight and ridged and I start slamming my hard cock even harder into her hot juicy pussy. I bust a huge load of hot cum deep in side of my wife’s sweet little pussy. I pull my shrinking member out of her wide-open cum sloppy cunt and my wife gets dressed, and then goes to the house. 

I just stand there in a daze. June has never even let me make love to her with the lights on before and now she asks me…no, tells me to fuck her brains out in the middle of the day in the middle of public. This was not like her at all. However I loved every minute of it. This was not making love to my wife; it was hot uncontrolled raw sex, with a beautiful woman. 

About a week later June and I go out for the evening. June starts to drink more than usual so I ease up and let her have a good time. She gets a little tipsy and is ready to go home. We get out of the car and she says, Lets do it now, here in the front yard. My yard does not have a fence or enclosure its wide open to the street. And in our neighborhood all of the homes are built fairly close to one another. However, this was a chance I did not want to lose out on. 

June had on a white blouse and jeans. She did not wait for an answer from me, she kicked off her boots and started unbuttoning her blouse, her bra opened from the front and her big round tits spring out, her nipples get hard at once from the cool night air. She pulls her jeans and panties down at the same time. From the light of a full moon I can see her full figure glowing in the dark. This was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The soft moon light made the pale white skin of her breasts shine with the pink puff of her nipples standing straight out, as I look down at her I see the moon light shine and the moist glisten of pubic ready and willing. 

I strip all of my clothes off this time…Buck ass nude in the middle of the front yard… It gives me a sensation of lust and power all at the same time. I gently lay her down on her back and as I position myself between her legs I fill the wet night grass all around our bodies. I lower my mouth to her breasts and start kissing and sucking her wonderful nipples. I slide my tong down her stomach to the mound of hot moist womanhood. 

I kiss and tong all around the outer lips of her quivering pussy. She spreads her legs wide to give me total and complete access to her love spot. June starts to moan and cry out as I penetrate her hot juicy inner pussy. She moves her hips, arches her back and raises her ass; June is out of control with the lust of sex. I slide my tong down to her little red puckered ass hole and she grabs my head and pushes it hard and deep between her legs, she tightens up her legs around my face and has a powerful orgasm. 

June goes limp on the ground for just a few minutes and says, my turn, you lie on your back and let me take care of you this time. 

I rolled over to my back; June swings her leg over my waist and positioned herself on top of me. She reaches down and takes my hard cock in her hand and guides it to the hot moist opening between her legs. June lowers herself on my throbbing hard cock slow and easy until her ass rests on my lap. She starts to rise and fall slow and steady, lowering her large round breasts to my face. I take her beautiful breasts into my mouth and grab her by the hips. I start to raise my ass to meat her slow pumping motion. I hold her tight and start pushing hard up at her as she falls to me. The pace is now hard and fast her breasts are flopping back and forth and her ass is slamming down to take all of my hard cock into her hot pussy. 

June rolls off of me and gets on her hands and knees. I get behind her and rub my aching cock the full leanth from her wet pussy to her hot little ass. I push my cock into her willing pussy with one hard thrust. Holding on to her waist and hips, I slam and pound my hard cock into her pussy as hard as I can. Her tits are bouncing, her ass is shaking, and she sways her back and pushes her hot wet pussy back at me. I explode with a huge load of hot cum deep inside of her pussy, she moans and falls to the ground. 

I can see my cum oozing out of her open pussy and down her inner thigh. It looks like honey dripping from a pot. I reach down and start rubbing my hot sticky cum all over her ass and pussy. June shakes, moans and lets go of one last orgasm. 

I help June up from the ground, we gather our clothes and go into the house. As I lie in bed next to June, I cannot believe what has taken place in the past few days. She has never done anything like this and I find myself fantasizing of what next. Will June keep it up or will it stop as fast as it started. 

My Wife, Part two, Coming Soon… 

By: ERF.



My Wife



This is for Lindsey.

You are wearing a short silky dressing gown. I know that underneath you have a beautiful push up bra and transparent silky knickers, tight to your wonderful mound. You are wet and excited with anticipation of what is to come.

You are sitting somewhat nervously as I introduce you to the two tall and suntanned young men I have brought home with me. They speak to you in a friendly way as I go out to make you a gin to relax you for the pleasures to come. I realise they will be drinking in your beauty and sexiness as they lust for you while I am out.

I return and find the conversation is somewhat stilted, so I hand out the drinks and we quickly become more relaxed. You slide more comfortably into the settee, between the two men and become happier, more garrulous, and more open. You start to smile and become more flirtaceous as you relax into the realisation of the pleasure you are about to receive.

I lean over to whisper in your ear and as I do so I sneak open the dressing gown, so that your superb breasts appear and there is a hint of your smooth belly. I have to admire the way your tits poke teasingly over the top of the wonderful bra you have chosen and can only wonder what it is doing to the young men who can only be in awe of you. You visibly relax again and take a sip of your gin. You grin with the smile that says I want sex and need it now. You place one hand on the leg of the man to your right and suddenly all seems to become much simpler, much more natural and much, much more sexually charged.

You hand me the drink and lean towards the same man, gently touching his lips with yours and slowly running your tongue over his parted mouth. You repeat the gesture, this time cupping your hand over his chin as you pull him closer and taking his tongue between your gently parted teeth. A moan escapes your mouth as the person the other sides gently pushes you forwards and takes the gown down over your shoulders and caresses your neck with his own lips and tongue. You arch your back and lean towards him while at the same time continuing to run your own tongue over the mouth and lips of the first man.

You reach forward, as you continue to kiss the first man with deeper movements of your mouth and tongue, testing ever up his parted legs until your hand rests on a clear and large bulge inside his jeans. "I want that in me," you tell him, "I want it in me lots and I want to scream with pleasure as you fuck me senseless." He seems to become mesmerised by the sheer sexiness of your approach as he holds your hand over his thrusting manhood.

You stand up and the two stand with you, the one behind pulling the gown over your shoulders completely, slowly exposing your fantastic tits and much of your belly and sheer lacy knickers, covering your smooth cunt which will soon be on view. The one in front reaching out to remove his trousers and shows he is not wearing underpants. His large, erect penis stands proudly before him as you reach out with a smile and take it into both of your hands, which it dwarfs. You roll it between both hands, smiling at him, looking him straight in the eye with your own eyes wet with lust and sex. The man to your back turns you and kisses you deeply and you reciprocate with a small squeal. You arch and move and seem to become all animal. The first, now naked lad is starting to pull your panties down, but you cut him short by turning yourself, standing tall and calling, "look at this before you think of anything else, " sitting on the sofa with your legs spread and quickly pull the gusset of your knickers to one side. "What do you think of that?" you almost scream as you show him your fantastically smoothly shaved cunt, glistening with the juices pouring from inside you. You run one of your fingers into the slit, pick up the juices then greedily take them into your opening mouth. Once more you smile and say, "Fuck me!"

He leans towards you and places his cock at the entrance to your now dripping cunt. The other man is trying to kiss you, but you push him away so you can watch this large dick enter your most precious place. You run your fingers up and down the shaft, teasing the foreskin back and forth and rubbing the head over your aching pussy. You help him ease in by holding his cock as you thrust upwards and suddenly he is deep inside you and you are squealing and thrusting and crying out and seeming not able to breathe as you pant for air and with a rush reach a first and desperate orgasm on this huge cock. "Whoa!" you cry as the sheer experience of the come hits you.

As you smile and relax he still thrusts slowly in and out of your dripping vagina. You tell him to go slowly, then quickly and relish the cock deep inside your cunt. The other man now takes your lips and you realise he has placed the tip of his own, not inconsiderable penis to your mouth. You take it and gently ease your tongue round the head, rimming the opening as small drops of liquid appear which you eagerly taste. You run the tip of your tongue over the head, then down the shaft and with one hand gently squeeze the balls of the this complete stranger who has his cock in your mouth. You take the head totally into our open lips. You move and realise you aren't being fucked anymore and feel the need for a double penetration, but also, in your greed and desire cannot decide how.

"I need both cocks in me at once," you tell the men. "I want to suck one of you while the other fucks me," is what you tell them. Really you have a secret desire you cannot express – a forbidden desire we have experienced but briefly and which still amazes you because of the pain and the pleasure it brings. You do not understand the desire you possess, but need it you do. You want to tell them that you would like to be fucked in the arse, but you aren't ready to go that far yet.

You stand and while doing so provocatively open the lips of your cunt to show us all how wet and ready you are. You feel like a brazen slut and are loving every second of this fantastically sexual experience. You reach behind you to take off your bra, then change your mind, simply moving the straps and pulling your tits out of the tops to expose your incredible pink nipples. You slowly tease one nipple with your fingers and gesture both men to take a nipple each, which they do and while they suck you take your hands and almost lazily masturbate yourself to another orgasm as your fingers play with your swollen clit. I see this and cannot but admire your desires, needs and indulgence, which I find such a turn on that I have to take my own cock out and begin to wank as I watch these two well-hung guys give my wife the seeing to of a generation.

You push the man who has yet to fuck you to one side, take the other and make him sit down. You get up on your knees on the sofa and take his cock slowly into your mouth, lifting your delightful bottom into the air as you do so that it becomes obvious to the other guy that you want him to fuck you from behind. Once more your skills at oral sex are brought into play as you tease, suck and stroke the cock and balls of the lad in front of you. You take the whole of his shaft deep into your mouth as you say:

"Fuck me really hard, hurt me, pound deep into my cunt," you say as he gets behind you. He opens your legs, which is hardly necessary as he takes his huge cock and pounds it into your willing and open pussy.

For what seems an age the three of you are locked into a tableaux. The man behind you pounds and sometimes you reach to cup his balls and squeeze his cock as it goes in, out, in, out harder and harder. As you rock you keep up a continual, ceaseless licking, sucking and stroking of the larger cock in your mouth. You seem to gag as you take it deeper than I ever recall. You moan with delight each time the cock behind you thrusts once more deep into your womb.

As the cock in front of you explodes into orgasm you take it and allow the globs to enter you mouth, cover your eyes and hair and chin. You taste it all in a way I have never seen you do before. You move it from your chin and lick it and suck your fingers clean, then take his cock and suck all the juice from, leaving none behind. You are insatiable for cock-sauce.

The man behind hasn't finished yet, so you move and turn over onto your back and raise your legs. He enters you from the front and lifts your legs high over his shoulders for deeper penetration. His cock is sometimes very deep and sometimes hovering outside your cunt to attack your wonderful clit. You ask him to take you slowly, then quickly, then slowly, all the while grinding your shaven haven against his groin and cock.

"Let me ride you." As you push him back you spear his cock as you sit on top of him and bounce until once more you come with a loud groan, almost a cry of pain. The orgasm rolls and rolls and seems to go on forever.

Now you are emboldened and realise what you want. You take the still erect penis of the man who filled your mouth and once more suck it as you continue to slide up and down on the cock of the man beneath you. You turn and congratulate him, "You fuck fantastically well and I'm really impressed with your staying power." You lift yourself and hold his cock into your cunt, slowly wanking him into you, but you don't bring him off, just enjoy the feel of his cock inside you and also in your hand.

Then you take the cock in your other hand and look up at the man it belongs to. "I need this monster in my arse." Is all you say. And to show you mean business you lean forward and arch your buttocks into the air so that your tiny, tight rosebud comes into view, ready to be violated by this huge cock. As you do so the sight of the first cock in your cunt is readily available and with a groan I come onto the floor in front of me, but I still cannot stop watching the amazing sight unfolding before me as you, Lindsey, get the fucking of a lifetime.

I approach and offer the lubricant, which we had prepared for this. He takes it and smoothes some gently into your anus. I see you flex the sphincter as he takes his finger and works it in. With some more juice it opens more and he uses his thumb, then two fingers. You moan in pain – but don't ask him to stop. He continues to work over your arsehole, first with his fingers, then his tongue, until it is clear you are desperate for cock.

He places the tip of his large dick against your anal opening and eases it in as you push back – you grunt with the effort but all the while make sure you stay firmly stuck on the cock which sits deep in your vagina. He eases back then forward and then almost miraculously he is in and your are being double penetrated just as you wish. You moan with pleasure or pain, but keep the penetration and continue to push back with your gorgeous rear end with his penis deep inside you.

"Shoot into me," you tell them as you rock first forward onto the cock deep in you cervix and then back to the cock that is even deeper in your rectum. "Fuck my holes and fill me with come. I want my cunt and my arse filled with semen!"

The man beneath shudders as he spends into you, seeming to orgasm for ages. Then the one behind stiffens, seems to shiver then with a groan lets go for the second time. You seem to be in a daze, unable to believe what you have just experienced, with a cock coming in your cunt and at the same time a cock filling your arse with juice.

You ease away from them both, commenting, "I shall be so sore in the morning, I probably won't be able to walk, but just look how my cunt and arse have been so filled with love spunk!" These are such sexy words and with them you pull away and squeeze your pink nipples, demanding some more sucking and watching me watching you getting fucked, sucked and buggered.

And as you speak it drips from you onto the floor, the overwhelming evidence of an evening very well spent.

And you are, indeed, very sore in the morning, but with a smile on our face.



My Wife



This incident happened a couple of years back when both myself and my wife were visiting an Ashram in Pune. This Ashram, though people misunderstand as a sexual haven is more of a spiritual and solemn place. You will also come across people who are there only for sex too.

At that time we were just about a few days into our marriage. I was about 26 years of age and she was 22. Both of us are good looking and physical fit. Myself about 6'tall athletic and she was 5'7" slim in excellent shape. I was a regular visitor of the Ashram and in times of stress I got there for relief. It is an excellent place to meet friendly people and have peace of mind. When I go there I used to share accommodation with other people. I used to know a Sanyasin (People who visit this Ashram are called Sanyasins, including me) called Aryan. He is about 36years, very tall, about 6'4" and extremely athletic. He stays in the Ashram regularly and he has a flat which can be shared with another person. And of late during my visits, I stayed in his flat and paid him rent. He devotes his time doing the regular chores of the Ashram, which needs rigorous physical work. Aryan and I though about 10years in age difference always had a close friendship, due to our similar views on lot of subjects, including spirituality. 

Well, it was in the first week of December immediately after our marriage which was on the 28th of November that we decided to visit the Ashram before we go on a honeymoon trip to Goa. It was my idea, to visit the Ashram, since Reena never heard about the Ashram before and I thought it to be a good thing to visit the nice place before we start on our journey in life together. December unfortunately is a very busy month in the Ashram, with lot of foreign crowd gathering to escape the cold winter months of Europe and also there are lots of Festivities. 

We reached the Ashram on the 2nd of December morning. WE were dead tired, especially since it was only 4 days after our marriage and we hardly had a chance to talk properly after all the ceremonies after the marriage. Our first night was a complete wash out since the wedding and the party was over only after 2.00AM. As agreed upon before marriage Reena and I did not have sex during that night since we didn't want to ruin such a wonderful first sexual experience in that sort of atmosphere. Though the days after that we had mild kissing and touching we were thinking of having sex only during our honeymoon in Goa. Reena is a girl from a very conservative background and was the daughter of a middle class School Teacher. She was brought up in a traditional Hindu way. She was a Virgin at the time of the marriage. Though she was a Virgin, with the kind of exposure on TV and internet, she is well aware of sex and she seemed to be eager to have sex. We decided before marriage that we will enjoy our first sexual experience in a quite and romantic place during our honeymoon. 

After reaching the Ashram, we searched for a hotel room in and around the Ashram. But then in December it is very hard to find an accommodation around the Ashram. We were dead tired and were walking around the Ashram with our luggage when we came across Aryan. He was surprised to see me with my wife. 

"Why didn't you inform me of your marriage?" was his first question. Though we had been good friends, I didn't want anybody from Ashram, to attend my marriage since this Ashram is always misunderstood by the general Public. I could not tell him that, but then I told him, that the marriage was hurriedly arranged and I didn't get a chance to call all my friends. I introduced Reena and told him of our predicament. Aryan was a little hesitant to come up with the suggestion, but then he asked me " If you guys are okay you can stay in my flat, Only problem is; Sam, you know my place; right, It is a kind of Bachelor apartment, only one hall come kitchen come Bedroom and Toilet. Also now I have a nephew, who is here just to attend the festivities". 

I had to think fast for a reply, I didn't want to hurt Aryan's sentiments. I didn't want to stay at a small place like Aryan's with two strangers and my wife. But then I don't have much choice. Also we were there only for three days and I was sure we will survive. From her expression, Reena seemed to be a little hesitant and shy to stay with two strangers in a flat.

But then we agreed to stay with Aryan's Flat for the three days. We were really hungry and tired and it was already 10.00AM. We walked with Aryan to his Flat to take a bath and freshen ourselves before we go out for breakfast. His flat was on the 3rd storey of a 10 storey apartment complex. He opened the door for us to get in and once we entered the flat it struck me that it will be very hard to stay here for 3 days. The main room must be about 100 square feet. There were already two Beds spread on the floor which has taken half the space. And once we spread our Beds the Room is full. Aryan is from a remote village on Punjab, and he still has his old fashioned ways of doing things. He is not that neat and clean. There were two ropes being tied at about 10 feet height to hang clothes. We saw couple of under wears and robes being hung over on that. "Freshen yourselves and we will meet at Lunch time, both I and Ajay have keys, I will lock the door from outside. Sam, if you want breakfast, it is better for you to go out and get the breakfast and you guys can have it together here. Otherwise it could be a problem without the keys". With this Aryan locked the door and went out. 

We were still a bit confused, and taking time to get to terms with the situation. Reena broke the silence "Uncle seems to be a nice person. Eh?". "Yeah, I know him for a few years now". I replied. She looked around the room and was not impressed with the under wears hanging from the ropes and there was a pile of used clothes in the corner. Also there was a distinct aroma of all the male clothes in the room, which made both of us a little distressed. I went to the bathroom to have a look at it. This is a bathroom cum Toilet. Again there was rope tied from one end to another and there was a bunch of used clothes still to be washed hanging there. Among them there were another couple of briefs. I stepped inside the cramped Bathroom and I can smell the clothes. The sort of Musk smell that was coming out of the under wears filled the small room. I was really concerned for my young wife. Will she be able to bear all this for 3 days? I came back to the main room and Reena was in the process of getting ready for the bath. She put on a one piece nightie removing her Saree and blouse and got the bath towel and soap. I didn't want to stop her, but if she finds to disturbing we will get out of here. She got into the Bathroom and I changed into shorts and a comfortable T shirt. I spread some bedspreads we had on the floor and laid there for a few minutes. Reena had been in the Bathroom for about 15 minutes and I can hear the water running. The Bathroom door seems to be a little little old and I thought to check it out. There was a small gap at the upper end of the door between the wooden pieces which are joined by glue. I had to literally stretch to have a peep inside. Through the small gap it is easy to have a good view of the bathroom. I am sure that Aryan being 6'4" could easily see through the door. I was a bit concerned, but then I was sure that Reena will be taking bath when I am around and neither Aryan or his nephew wouldn't bother to do that. I can see Reena rubbing soap on her body, but then something odd I noticed was she had her head very close to the used under wears and she seemed to be enjoying the male odor coming from them. I didn't want to read too much into it, since I know that she is craving for sex and she is looking forward to our Goa Trip.

After another 10 minutes Reena came out of the Bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her hair. Her pink nightie was fully buttoned up to her neck, the outlines of her Bra and panties were slightly visible. I was bit turned on by the fresh smell and her sexy looks, I summoned her to sit by my side and We kissed each other for some time and then I slowly raised her nightie to unhook her Bra and strip her panties. She seemed to be the ultimate sex goddess. Her breasts were small but very firm, but her erect nipples were at least half an inch long and pink in color. Her jet black pubic hair n stark contrast to her milky white body color was neatly trimmed. 

My erection was already making a bulge in my shorts. I remover her Bra and Panties and threw it away. Raising her nighite I kissed her pink nipples, and slowly mover down. She was literally in heaven moaning. I kissed her pubic hair and with my fingers opened her by now slopping wet cunt. The cunt lips were pink in color and the clitoris just stood out. Must be almost half an inch thick and protruded out of her cunt. Pink and thick that it is a pleasure to watch. All of a sudden Reena stopped me from licking her clit. She removed my head place it in her hands and reminded me that our first sexual experience is only going to be in Goa. I had to withdraw and my penis was dying to get out of my shorts. 

"Why not you hold my penis and play with it for some time? ". I suggested to Reena. 

She was a bit too shy to take the initiative. So I stripped my self out of my shorts and undies and put Reena's hands on my dick. It was of about 5 inches when erect and was in nice shape, with a pink head. She played with it for some time and again reminded me that this is not the time for sex. She suggested me to get the breakfast after bath. I proceeded to have my bath and meanwhile reena was collecting her Bra and Panties. I insisted she don't wear both, since I was under the impression both Aryan and his nephew won't be coming in before 3.00Pm since that is usually the time after Lunch everyone relaxes in the Ashram. 

She reluctantly agreed. Her nipples were protruding and was clearly visible under the nightie, and when she moved around her arse swayed from side to side in a sexy way. I took a quick bath and went outside to get some breakfast. When I left Reena was lying on the bedspread I spread on the floor relaxing. It was an extremely sexy sight . I quickly got some bread and jam and finished our breakfast. 

We had to go to the Ashram office and get some process done before we can enter the Ashram. But then we didn't have the keys. I suggested Reena stay back and I will come back around 2.00PM after finishing of all the formalities for both of us. I hurried towards the Ashram after closing the door behind me it was a 15 minute walk to the Ashram and once I reached there it was about 11.15Am. 

Once I have finished a couple of Questionnaires and was about to pay that I realized I left my wallet behind. Excusing myself from the Ashram office, I walked back to the flat. When I reached there and was about to knock on the door, I heard a male voice inside. I pepped through the key hole, but could only see the bathroom door, which was closed and the lower portion of Reena's legs. 

From the voice I assumed it is Ajay, Aryan's nephew. He is asking some thing to Reena which I couldn't make out and Reena was answering most of his questions in one liners, showing not much interest. Suddenly I realized her dress when I went out. I am sure Ajay would have had a nice view of her in only her nightie with nothing underneath. I am sure they would have introduced themselves earlier. I was about to knock on the door again, when I heard clearly Ajay's voice. 

"Reena, Could you please pass on the bath towel for me?". 

Sounded like a very young voice. Reena hesitated for sometime and then replied yes. It would be very hard for a shy innocent girl like her to say No to a seemingly innocent request. Reena came into my view she took a bath towel, which was hanging on the ropes and proceeded towards the bathroom door. She knocked on the door and told Ajay that she had brought the towel. 

All of a sudden, to both mine and Reena's shock, Ajay opened the bathroom door wide open to receive the towel. We both were mesmerized by what we saw. He must be about 17years the same height as Aryan but not as athletic, but more lean. He has curly black long hair which was covering his face half way. He was stark naked. His body was lean and slender, but what struck me most were his genitals. His cock was half erect and must be about 8 inched, non circumcised. Brown in color, with a deep pink head slightly peeping out. His balls were two very big balls in brown sacks sagging a little bit and swaying when he moved.

Reena was in a shock and was just standing there without even saying a word. Atlast Ajay spoke. "Why not you come in and put some soap on my back, until Sam comes back. It is only 11.30 and Sam won't be back until 2.00PM. Reena didn't move and I knew she was in a state of shock. Ajay took the towel from Reena and pulled her by the hand and closed the door. I thought Reena will shout and come out after the initial shock. I waited 5 minutes and still no sign of reena. I knocked on the door loudly. 

Ajay shouted " Who is this?" I replied " This is Sam". There was a silence for a few minutes. I knew that he was thinking of what to do. Again the bathroom door opened and he appeared naked carrying Reena's nightie. He hurriedly hung the nightie on the ropes and then proceeded to take the Saree and blouse of Reena which was lying in the corner and disappeared from view. 

Through the open door I can see poor Reena sitting in a corner of the washroom naked. 

With her hands folded on her knees. She was literally shivering. Ajay went back to the washroom tied the bath towel around his waste and came back to open the door closing the bathroom door. I was in a state of shock and was a bit too scared to create any trouble in a place far away from my home. Ajay open the door and seemed to be not troubled by my intrusion. He told me to come in and mentioned that he is half was through his bath. I asked him about reena. 

"Reena has gone out to look for you, since I said I will be here until she comes back". I knew that him putting reenas nightie on the rope and removing saree and blouse were just tricks to support his answer. I sat on the floor tired and shocked while Ajay went inside the bathroom and closed the door. I wanted to know what he is going to do to Reena. I slowly walked to the bathroom door without making any noise and stretched myself to reach the small gap on the bathroom door. The sight that greeted me was Ajay was forcing reena to stand up and gustering her to keep quite.reena was terrified of the developments. 

She is still a virgin and we are yet to have good sex and she is already naked in front of a boy who is much younger to her. Ajay seemed to care nothing and seemed rude too. He pulled her by her hand and made her to stand up. The fear of getting caught with a stranger naked must be the reason she didn't shout. He pulled her and embraced her and their bodies pressed against each other. I can see her breasts pressed against his body and his cock which is fully erect was stuck between their bodies. He bend down and kissed her slightly. She tried to move away but for the fear of asking noise her mobility was also curtailed. He turned her head and kissed her again, parted her lips with his tongue and opened her mouth, putting his tongue in. 

He kissed her for a few minutes and moved his mouth towards her breasts. Her pink nipples were standing out. By now Reena was just standing there and letting him do anything he want to. The water was still running and the sound of the running water was making it difficult for anybody outside to hear what is going on inside. He slowly took her nipples one by one in his mouth and sucked. Her nipples were already hard and erect. He moved her hands and let her hold and feel his cock which was at full mast now. It must be at least nine inches and thick too. 

He made her move the foreskin and a huge glistening purple colored head came out. His balls were swaying all the time. He made her slowly kneel down and pulled her hair, brought her head in line with the cock. He pushed the big purple head towards her lips and made her open her mouth. He pushed the head inside her mouth. He thrust it inside and slowly moved it in and out. Poor Reena her mouth was stretched by the size and she could only take couple of inches inside. This was her first real sexual experience and she was in a state of shock. 

Ajay was enjoying and by the expression on his face I was able to make out he was about to come. I wanted to prevent him Cumming in reena's mouth, so I knocked on the door, to which he simple replied. "Coming my friend, give me a few more minutes". And all of a sudden he tensed. He held Reena's head tightly to his cock and he unloaded in her mouth. She was gasping for breath and had to swallow each drop of it. He took his cock out of her mouth and I could see a drop of semen still oozing out of his cock. 

They had been in there for about 20 minutes and I was running out of patience. I knocked again. This time he partially opened the door and shouted back "I am going to take another half hour, and don't dare bother me until then". 

I was shocked and scared by the rude treatment I received. After he closed the door, I again, watched thru the opening in the door. By now Reena has collapsed to the floor. She was lying down on her back. Her legs were slightly apart and I could see her pink cunt lips glistening by her fluids and the clit protruding from the cunt. It seemed aroused by all the action and was more of purple in color. 

Ajay would have seen that too. He spread her legs and had a nice look at the beautiful virgin cunt. He spread her legs wide apart; the clit was now like a small cock head on top of her wet cunt lips. Ajay's cock stood full mast once again. He moved his cock slowly to cunt and rubbed the tip of his cock many times on her clit and wet lips. He then placed one hand on her mouth to avoid her from crying out and slowly tried to immerse his cock in the virgin cunt. 

Reena tried to move his hand from her mouth which was suffocating her, but then he forcibly pressed his hands on her mouth. 

With one thrust he entered her. Reena's eyes almost came out of her sockets. He made his cock lay there inside her for a few minutes. There were tears in reena's eyes. The entire 9 inches was buried inside her to the hilt. Slowly Ajay withdrew his cock and there was a mixture of blood and fluids on his cock. 

Reena is no longer a Virgin. 

He slowly started rocking his cock in and out. He continued for some more time and then he stiffened again. He is coming inside her. I wanted to prevent it, but I cannot do anything. He shot his entire cum inside her. He took his cock out of Reena and a mixture of blood cum and fluids dropped out of Reena's open cunt. 

Now I heard the keys turning and I hurried to the bed sheet and lied there. Aryan appeared and asked me how I am doing to which I replied I am doing fine. He asked me whether Ajay was in the Bathroom and I nodded yes. They talked something in Punjabi and I didn't understand. 

A few minutes later Arya told me he had to go somewhere and he has to take a bath. When Ajay came out Aryan went in. 

I was tired and lost. I went out for a walk and by the time I came back after few hours, only reena was there lying on the bed sheet in her nightie. I immediately packed our luggage and left the place with reena.



My Wife



A cold rain was falling, slow but steady, as I drove home that night. 

Even though it was almost 7:30, the traffic on the expressway was horrendous, probably because of the weather and the fact that it was Friday, with everyone trying to get out of town for the weekend.

I wasn't surprised. The heavy stop-and-go traffic, which I absolutely abhor, was fitting for the kind of week it had been. Nothing had gone right, either at the office or at home.

I'm a vice president for a major manufacturing company in a large Midwestern city, and while it pays me very well and allows me to enjoy a fairly affluent lifestyle, it comes with big responsibilities. And it seemed like those responsibilities had put me squarely in the line of fire from a number of directions.

The week had started with a bad accident at one of our plants that had left three workers seriously injured. Not only did I have the stress of that weighing on me, but I'd had to face a rather contentious media barrage, as if they were trying to blame the company for what had happened.

It was indeed possible we were somehow at fault, but we wouldn't know anything until we conducted an investigation, and the press thought that sounded evasive. 

Exacerbating the situation was the fact that our contract with the union was due to expire in a couple of months, and negotiations weren't going well. We faced the real prospect of a strike, something we had managed to avoid for almost 25 years.

Then on Wednesday, we had gotten word that testing on the prototype for a new product my department was developing had not gone well. It hadn't failed exactly, but it had not performed the way we had hoped. 

That had resulted in a stern sit-down with the CEO on Thursday, who told us – me, my boss and my assistants – that our jobs could be on the line here, because the company had spent a lot of money developing and promoting this product, and failure was not an option.

So I had worked very late that night, trying to figure out why it hadn't worked like it was supposed to, and as a result I had missed my daughter's dance recital. That had led to a rather heated exchange with my wife, who accused me of putting my work ahead of my family, something I had vowed would never happen.

And things had not gone well with her even before that.

Olivia had been on her period the first part of the week, so she was moody, and we'd been a little snippy with each other all week, anyway. She teaches sixth-graders at the local middle school, so she has plenty of stress in her job, same as I do, and it seemed like we'd been taking out our frustrations on each other.

We've been married for 17 years, and we love each other quite intensely, but when you've been together as long as we have, love takes some work, and lately we had gotten lazy in expressing our affection for each other.

Trust me when I say that it's worth the effort. Olivia is absolutely gorgeous, with penetrating brown eyes, shoulder-length brunette hair, cut in tapered bangs in front. Her lips are full and her nose unobtrusive.

But her best feature, by far, the one feature that everyone first notices about her are her breasts. I am not exaggerating when I say that she's got the biggest, most succulent pair of tits I've ever had the pleasure of getting my mouth on.

She's a little taller than average and well built, without an ounce of excess anywhere – except for those tits. My God, are they wonderful. They're a pillowy pair of 36Es that every man who's ever met her just drools over.

And that's not all. Her trim legs meet at the junction of one of the juiciest pussies a man could ever want. She's got a thick set of labia that seem to beckon like the gates of heaven when she gets hot, and she gets hot a lot. She's half-Italian by birth, and she's got a fiery nature, especially when it comes to sex. The whole effect is framed by a thick dark bush that I love to play with.

Me? I'm Irish to the core, with the red hair and freckles to prove it. I'm right under six feet tall, and while I was never coordinated enough to play team sports in high school, I was a pretty good runner, and I've stayed in decent shape ever since.

Just thinking about Olivia that night set my groin to tingling, and I thought about a nice way to make amends for missing Susie's recital. But then I remembered that it was Friday night, so the kids were going to be up late, probably with friends over, so that put a damper on that idea.

It figured. Just my luck. I have a bad week at work, Olivia and I are bitching at each other, the weather is lousy, traffic is heavy, and, oh by the way, I couldn't reach my wife on the phone.

I'd tried to call and tell her that I was going to be a little bit late, but had gotten no answer. I'd left a message on the answering machine, but it had me concerned. It was unusual that she wasn't home on a Friday night, and in my dark mood, I was conjuring up all sorts of reasons why she wouldn't answer.

I'll be the first to admit that our sex life had taken a beating in recent weeks because of my job. I was working late a lot and coming home tired, and now that the kids had reached a certain age, it was a lot harder to plan private time for just the two of us.

We have two sons, aged 14 and 12, plus Susie's 9. It just seemed like they were taking up more and more of our time, and we had less and less time for each other. As I said, we'd gotten in a rut, and put our relationship on cruise control, and that was nagging at the back of my mind. 

I waited a little while, until I got out to the outer suburbs and traffic thinned out a little, then tried the house again. Same thing; I got the answering machine. 

I didn't bother leaving a message, and instead called Olivia's cell phone. I figured if there was some emergency, she'd have her cell phone with her, as she always did when she went out. But it was the same thing as the home phone; I got her voice mail after the first ring.

Now I was really starting to wonder what was going on. I've never cheated on Olivia, and to my knowledge she'd never cheated on me. The idea was unthinkable. But the more I worked it over in my overworked brain, the more unsure I became.

Olivia couldn't possibly be running around on me, could she? I wracked my brain trying to think of anything suspicious that might have been a clue – an unexplained absence, a telltale odor, some little lie – and nothing came to mind.

True, we had argued quite heatedly the night before, and neither one of us had apologized before going to bed, which wasn't the least bit normal for us. I had stormed off and gone for a long walk, and by the time I got home, Olivia was in bed asleep.

But the gist of the argument had had nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with the fact that I was letting work become more important than my family. 

It was nothing I hadn't heard before, but I began to wonder if the previous night's fight had been the straw that broke the camel's back, that Olivia had decided she was going out to get whatever emotional and sexual needs met that I wasn't fulfilling.

Jesus, this was the last thing I needed right then. I had just been through one of the worst weeks of my professional career, and I needed my wife to be a rock of support, not the cause for suspicion.

I mean, there was no doubting the wisdom of her contention that I was letting work consume me a little too much. But I couldn't just quit. I'm approaching 20 years of service with this company, and we can't afford to lose my income.

And, in most cases, it's a great place to work. The company is successful, a leader in the industry, the benefits are generous and, for the most part, I get along with the people I work with, even my superiors. Occasionally, they can be hard-asses, but usually they don't have to crack the whip to get maximum performance out of me and my group. 

At any rate, paranoia was working overtime by the time I made it to my exit off the expressway and pointed my car toward home.

When I approached the house, a little before 8:30, my suspicions were not exactly dissipated. There was no strange vehicle parked in front of the house, and Olivia's minivan was in the garage. But the house was totally dark, and there didn't appear to be any activity going on inside.

What the hell was going on?

I entered through the kitchen door and walked carefully through the darkened kitchen. As I approached the den, which is set below the rest of the house and leads into the back yard, I noticed something I hadn't seen from outside. The room seemed to be dimly lit by a flickering light.

I turned the corner, entered the room and was greeted by a sight I'll never forget.

Standing at the other end of the room, leaning slightly against the bookcase was Olivia. She was dressed – sort of – in her one-piece teddy. The top just did cover her nipples, and the bottom held up her stockings, but failed to cover that magnificent pussy. She was quite sexily made up, with flaming red lipstick, and she was wearing her high heels, the fuck-me shoes she always had on when we went out on a date.

There were several candles throwing off a seductive glow, and bathing her beauty in a dim, but sexy light. On the coffee table stood an open bottle of wine – dry white, my favorite – and one empty glass.

Olivia's tapered fingers were wrapped around the stem of a wineglass, and as I stared, she drained the glass and walked – strutted, actually – to where I was rooted. Her pendulous breasts swayed to and fro as the sashayed over to me, her eyes locked on mine. 

Neither of us spoke, afraid, I guess, that we might break some spell that had been cast.

Finally, she stood in front of me, and I drank in her loveliness.

"Welcome home, love," Olivia purred.

"Well, I'm quite happy to be home," I stammered. "This is a very pleasant surprise. Where are the kids?"

"Kendall's over at his friend Bruce's house, spending the night, and I took Lee and Susie to my folks," she said. "Hugh, I'm so sorry about the things I said last night, and I want to make it up to you."

"It has been awhile since we made time for each other," I whispered as I drew the love of my life into my arms and we embraced.

I could feel the trembling heat of Olivia's body as our lips met and we kissed, as though we were just discovering each other. Our tongues did languid battle, as our passion ran wild, and I could feel her dry-humping me. 

And was I ever responding. My cock was on full alert, ready to fire, and my hands swept over her sleek body. I shivered from the silky feeling of the satin teddy, which I had never seen before.

The look that passed between us was smoldering as I pulled away. I pulled my tie off and took off my shoes while Olivia turned to the coffee table to pour us each a glass of wine. She took a sip from her glass, then handed me my glass. 

I took a deep sip, feeling the tart liquor excite my tongue, as Olivia wrapped herself around me again. We kissed again, this time a little more slowly, but still with a deep fire inside. 

After a minute or two, I slid my mouth down her chin and licked a soft line down her jaw. She lifted her head to ceiling and purred when I did that, and her purr turned into a groan as I licked my way down her neck.

As I did, I reached up with my free hand and pulled her left breast out of its confinement, then bent down and took the fat nipple into my mouth and suckled her like a baby. Her nips and areolas are in proportion with the rest of her tits, wide and fat, and I gave them every bit of attention they deserved.

I chewed on her tit for another minute or two, then she pulled my face away. I took just enough time to take another swallow of wine, then turned my attention to her right breast, and gave it the same treatment I'd given its sister. 

My cock was a rampaging beast in my slacks, and I could tell my boxers were getting wet from where the leaking tip of my cock came into contact with the cloth. 

It had been – what? – a month, maybe more, since we'd had sex, and longer than that since we'd really made this kind of love. I had jacked off in the shower a couple of times over the previous month, just to get some relief, but that's not really something I like to do. So my balls were pretty full of pent-up cum.

I swallowed the last of my wine after I came up for air, and I just gazed at Olivia's tits, shiny from where I'd been sucking on them.

"Let me get you another glass, my love," Olivia said, taking the glass from my hand. "In the meantime, why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable, because I've got a treat for you."

She refilled my glass, but not hers, then after she handed it back to me, she knelt on the floor at my feet. She softly ran her hands up my legs, and I had an idea about her treat.

"I really am sorry about last night," Olivia said. "I know it's been a bad week, and I had no business getting onto you like that. I know how hard you work, and you didn't need for me to be a bitch."

"Well, Livie, you had a right to be angry," I said. "I knew how important the recital was to Susie, and I know how disappointed she was that I couldn't make it. And you're right, I am letting the job affect me. Did you tell Susie how sorry I was that I couldn't be there."

"I did, and she understands," Olivia said. "She's very wise for her age, and when I told her that you had a special job you were doing that couldn't be put off, she nodded and told me that she knows you'd have been there if you could have."

"We've got good kids," I said.

"We do," Olivia said. "But, Hugh, they aren't going to be kids forever. I hope you don't look back seven or eight years from now and say, 'damn, I wish I'd spent more time with the kids when they were 14, 12 and 9.' But enough of that. I didn't set this up to talk about that or anything else. I set this up so you can fuck me like a cheap whore."

"Oh, I can definitely do that, now," I growled, and pulled her up to give her a kiss.

We kissed ravenously for a few seconds, but that wasn't part of Olivia's plans for the night. She pulled herself away, slid back down my legs, which she spread so she could get to where she wanted to be – where I wanted her to be.  

I took a sip of wine as she unbuckled my belt, undid my slacks, lowered the zipper and pulled my cock out through the hole in my shorts. And let me tell you, it sprang out of my pants like a jumping jack.

"Oh my," Olivia exclaimed. "I think Mr. Wiggly wants to come out and play. Mr. Wiggly's my friend."

Olivia's hands softly stroked my rock-hard cock as I leaned my head back and drank in the sensations. I'm not bragging, but I've been blessed with a nice cock, about seven inches worth, maybe more when it gets like it was that night, and it's pretty fat. I honestly think Olivia feel in love with my dick before she fell in love with the rest of me.

The hole in my boxers acted sort of like a soft cock ring as it wrapped around the base of my dick and balls, and I can't remember when it had been harder. 

Suddenly, I groaned as Olivia's tongue reached out and flicked away a big ball of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. She smacked her lips in relish then licked up another drop and followed that by licking down and around my shaft to the base, then back up again. 

She licked all over the shaft and crown a little bit then opened her mouth wide and slid the head past her lips and into her mouth. I groaned and she hummed as she drew me into her throat, working a little better than half of my cock with her ruby-red lips and circling the rest with her tight fist.

This was indeed a treat. I could not remember the last time Olivia had given me a blowjob, but it had been at least a year or more. It wasn't that she didn't like doing it, it was just hard to find the time to do it right with three rambunctious kids running around the house. 

But there was nothing now to interrupt Olivia from giving me one of her make-a-dead-man-cum blowjobs, and I laid my head back on the sofa and let the warm sensation of her mouth on my cock flow through me. 

And as it did, I could feel all the tension from the previous week flowing out into the ether, like none of it ever happened. All I could hear was the steady slurping of my wife's mouth on my purple boner, and all I could feel was the pressure of her lips and the swirling of her active tongue on my shaft.

Up and down, up and down, Olivia worked my cock with her mouth, as I strained to hold back the tidal wave of cum that was boiling to the surface. I looked down at the glorious sight of her lips pursed around my cock, her hand massaging the base, the better to feed my meat into her maw.

As I stared at the luscious sight, Olivia looked up at me and our eyes locked, just for a second, then she winked at me, her eyes laughing like they did the first time I met her.

But I was in for an even better treat. Just about the time I thought I couldn't hold back my orgasm, Olivia pulled her head away from my cock. I could see little tendrils of juice – the potent mixture of saliva and pre-cum – as they connected her mouth and the head of my dick.

She leaned forward slightly, pulled her tits open, so that there was a nice, deep valley between her fleshy mounds, and slid my cock right up in there. When she had me in position, she sort of folded her arms together, which had the effect of producing a nice juicy hole for me to work my dick in.

I thought that maybe I'd died and gone to heaven. A titfuck from my wife is almost as good as sex, and I thrust my cock hard, willing myself to come.

"Oh, my God, Livie, it fees so good," I panted.

"Come on, baby, fuck Mama's big fat titties," Olivia whispered. "Fuck 'em and come all over me. That's it, baby, work that hot cock between my tits."

Then, just to emphasize her point, she bent her head and swiped her tongue over the head of my cock as it poked out from between her breasts.

That was all it took. I could feel my control slipping, so I grabbed my cock at the base, stroked it hard about three good pulls and exploded with one of those orgasms that feels like your whole spinal cord is coming out the end of your dick.

The first shot hit Olivia right across her lips and up her left nostril. She squealed in surprise, then laughed seductively as I hosed her tits with a good half-dozen huge globs of semen. After the initial rush, I squeezed my cock tightly and painted each nipple with small microburst of cum.

I regained semi-consciousness just in time to see my wife lick my cum off her lips, then she gathered the big dollop of sperm from her nose with a finger and stuck that in her mouth. 

As I fell back on the sofa in momentary satisfaction, Olivia picked up each of her breasts and licked off as much cum as she could reach. There was an almost demonic look in her eyes as she sucked each nipple until it was almost painfully hard.

"Don't get too comfy there, pal," she panted. "You've got some work to do down here."

I wasn't about to argue. I slid off the sofa onto the floor and kissed Olivia deeply, letting my tongue burrow into her mouth to taste the fruits of her labor. 

Mind you, I'm not the least bit queer, or even bisexual. But I do get a rush out of tasting my own cum after I've made a deposit in her pussy or her mouth. It's just so nasty that it turns me on.

But I had no time to linger. I could tell from the way Olivia's body was trembling that she was on a short trigger. I maneuvered her onto the sofa, and she leaned back, opened her legs, put both hands on her upper thighs, which had the effect of opening her fat pussy lips, and invited me to eat her out.

I didn't mess around. I got my face right up to her crotch and inhaled her musky, womanly aroma then slashed my tongue right up her slot, curled it up over her throbbing clit then sucked her labia into my mouth almost like I was sucking a cock.




My Wife



Olivia threw her head back and gave out a sort of gasping moan as I went wild between her legs. I tongued her slit, licked her clit, fucked her with my tongue, sucked her lips then pushed two fingers into her creamy pie.

"Oh God! Oh, Hughie, baby!" she wailed as her climax built to a crescendo. "Ummmmmmm! Ohhhhhhh!"

Her body was writhing in time with my oral and digital assault, and I could feel the flow of her juices covering my face. My cock was already coming back to life just from the feast I was having between my wife's legs, but I could wait.

But I didn't have to wait long. I heard Olivia give a sharp intake of breath and hold it, which I knew from experience was the onset of her orgasm. So I burrowed in with my mouth and that did the trick. With a loud exclamation, she gasped and shuddered as she creamed all over my face.

I gently massaged her pussy with my mouth as the orgasm swept through her body, until she pushed my head away from her overheated crotch.

When she finally finished twitching, I stood up and finally finished undressing, removing my shirt, my pants and my boxers. I stood in front of my wife naked, with a semi-hard cock sticking out in front.

Olivia reached out and softly caressed my meat, and it leapt in her hand.

"Hold that thought for a little bit while I go rustle up some grub," I said, pulling my cock gently from her grasp.

In truth, my stomach was growling and I needed something to put in it. I settled for a frozen pizza and stuck it in the oven. Then I sat back down on the sofa and wrapped my wife in my arms.

"I think I love you a little more each day," Olivia said softly as she snuggled up to me.

"You know, I thank God all the time for putting you in my path all those years ago," I said. "Livie, you're my rock, the thing that anchors me. Without you, I'm nothing. I need you now, more than ever before."

"I know, honey," she said. "I know."

We each had another glass of wine while we sat back on the sofa with our arms around each other's shoulder and enjoyed the afterglow – and the anticipation – of our lovemaking.

Then the timer on the oven went off and I strolled into the kitchen to retrieve our pizza. We ate in silence, each one lost in our thoughts and fantasies of love and lust. I realized then that while my job was important, it wasn't important as the person sitting next to me on that sofa.

I have a good wife, the best a man can have, and I wasn't putting her first in my life. Well, that was going to change.

We ate our fill then I took the plate back into the kitchen. When I returned, Olivia was reclining on the sofa with a come-hither look in her eyes. Her legs were open slightly, giving me just a peek at her fat pussy. She beckoned me forward with her fingers, and I wasn't in any mood to dawdle.

I stroked my cock lightly in my hand, and I could feel the power surging through the hard shaft as I drank in the vision of loveliness that lay back on the sofa.

"I believe you said something earlier about fucking you like a cheap whore," I said softly. "I think I'll settle for just fucking you like you're my wife. How about that?"

"I don't care how you fuck me, Hugh, just fuck me," Olivia whispered. "Fuck me hard like I know you can."

I knelt on the sofa, with my left foot on the floor, and settled in between Olivia's legs. She opened her legs wider then reached down and opened up her prominent labia. Her pussy was wet and gaping, and her inner flesh was an angry hot pink that I knew meant she was highly aroused. 

Her clit was hanging out of its hood, swollen and throbbing. I actually shuddered because I could sense that my Olivia was as hot as she'd been in a long time. I held my cock in my fist and slid the head between her gates, brushing up over her clit.

Olivia moaned in incipient lust, and I was suddenly seized by the urge to just ram my cock up her hole and fuck the living daylights out of her.

And that's just what I did.

With a growl, I put the head of my cock to her pussy and thrust forward with my hips, driving deep into her slot in one screaming plunge. 

In seconds, I was fucking my wife with a hard rhythm that had her panting and gasping in pleasure. Keeping my hips working steadily, I bent down and gathered Olivia in my arms and we kissed wildly, our bodies working in perfect tandem, the way they had from the very start.

I got a huge jolt of lust out of the way Olivia's tits slid over my chest as we fucked, the way her fat nipples jousted with mine to produce spasms of pleasure. Our tongues were doing urgent battle, our lips fighting together as our love burst forth in radiant blossoms of passion.

At length, I realized that where we were on the sofa was constricting our movements, so I suggested that we get on the floor. Olivia's eyes were cloudy in lust and all she could do was just nod her head.

I pulled my cock – reluctantly – from her gaping, oily snatch, and marveled at how the juices of our commingled lust dripped off my crown.

Olivia got on her knees, so that she was leaning over the sofa. Her legs were spread open and I could see her hot pink hole framed by the black teddy and the stockings. She reached under her body with one hand and spread her pussy open as wide as she could.

"Ohhhhh God! Fuck me, Hugh!" she wailed. "Fuck me and make me cummmmmm!"

I've always given this woman what she wants, so with a grunt, I positioned my cock at her entrance and slid back into her steaming hot box. Olivia started in with a series of keening moans and loud wails as her orgasm gathered steam from the relentless assault of my cock in her cunt.

As I worked my hips hard and fast, driving my dick back and forth in her spastic pussy, I reach down and clamped my hands on her swaying tits. As my fingers rolled her hard nipples around, I could feel her body start to twitch, and she arched her back.

"Ah, ah, ah!" she panted, and that was it.

With a loud wail, Olivia's body went into climactic convulsions as an all-consuming orgasm ripped through her body. All I could do was grab her hips and keep fucking her hard. I could only remember one time when she had come like that, and it was on our wedding night.

"C-c-c-c-ome w-w-w-with meeeeeee!" Olivia stammered. "Oh, Hugh, bay-beeeee!"

I gritted my teeth and howled as a rocket load of cum exploded from my scrotum and spewed out the end of my cock. I basted my beauty's velvet cunt with a staccato burst of cumshots as I spent my lust deep in her womb.

For long minutes, we jerked together as our climax swept us along on a high tide of lust. Finally, I had nothing more to give. My sated cock slowly slid out of her sheath and flopped wetly between our sweaty bodies, followed by a river of cum.

I considered bending down and sucking my seed from Olivia's dilated pussy, but I was too tired, and I didn't want to move from where I'd slumped over my wife's back. I reached up and pulled up her sweat-soaked hair and licked the back of her neck, and she laughed contentedly.

"I love you, Livie," I whispered in her ear. "Always have, always will."

"I love you, too, Hugh," she whispered back. "You are the best."

After a few minutes, we stood up wearily, blew out the candles and walked upstairs for a very satisfying night's sleep.

After coffee the next morning, we made love again in our bed, snoozed a little bit, then fucked again in the shower before heading off to pick up our children and return to some normality.

But we didn't go back to the way we were before. That night was a watershed for Olivia and me. We rediscovered our lust for each other, renewed our commitment to make each other the most important thing in our lives and I have to say, the rewards have been well worth it.

Quite frankly, we're fucking like a couple of kids, thoroughly embarrassing our children by the way we smooch and carry on. I still have to work late sometimes, but when I do, Olivia knows in advance, and if there is something important the kids are doing at night, I leave the office no matter what.

My life, my marriage and my family are all in a more positive frame of mind, and it's all because my wife loved me enough to give me just what I needed when I needed it most.

My wife? I think I'll keep her. 



My Wife



INTRODUCTION

My wife, Jennifer, and I were young newlyweds fresh out of college. I was 24 and Jen was 23. The sex was great and it happened often, usually twice a day. We had no intensions of having children soon and we were living very comfortably. Things seemed to be going great, so I never expected to catch my beautiful wife with another man.

Jennifer is so beautiful. So beautiful in fact, that I often wondered how an average guy like my self wound up with her. She's a tight tiny little thing at 5'2" tall and only 105 pounds. I even know her measurements, 30B-21-30. She is the quintessential pretty blue eyed Blond. However it isn't just her pretty face or her sexy little body that made Jennifer so extremely beautiful. Her high pitched yet soft soothing voice is so nice, especially during sex. I think the best thing about Jennifer is that she admittedly loves sex.

CHAPTER 1: The Beginning

I feigned sickness and left work early one beautiful spring afternoon, because I knew my wife had off that day and I wanted to surprise her. When I arrived at our upper middle class home in the suburbs, I noticed an unusual car in my driveway. I was immediately disappointed because I had wanted to make love to Jennifer. I hoped that who ever owned the car would leave soon so Jen and I could fuck like wild monkeys. I walked in the house expecting to see my wife and the unknown person in the living room, but there was no one. I searched the rest of the main floor, but still I found no one. I had just begun to think she might have gone out with some of her friends when I heard a noise from upstairs. As I made my way up the stairs I realized they were in our bedroom. I could hear heavy breathing and grunting. I remember naively thinking to myself, 'What is she exercising?'

When I arrived at the wide open door to my bedroom I was totally caught off guard by what I saw. Shocked, speechless, and immobile I stood and watched as two large naked guys were having their way with my wife. The smell of sex was strong. Jennifer was on all fours in her favorite red lace bodice and matching high heel shoes. One of the men, a tall dark and handsome type, was fucking her hard from behind. His big hands tightly squeezed her thin waist, while his cock forcefully slammed into her over and over again. The other man was shorter yet very muscular and he had his cock buried in Jennifer's throat, profusely gagging her with out mercy. His hand was tightly grasping her hair pinning her face against his stomach with every hard thrust of his powerful hips. They were very rough with my wife, much more so than I would ever even think to be. She seemed to love every second of it.

It took quite a while before they realized I was standing there.

The taller guy fucking Jen's bald little cunt said out loud, "Ahh yeah, I'm about to blow baby."

Jennifer reached a hand under and back to gently massage the tall guy's balls while he painted her insides with his cum. He buried his cock as deep as it would go then retracted halfway and slamming back in. 

The tall guy moaned loudly as his fluids filled my wife's womb, "Mmmm! You dirty little slut."

Toward the end of Dave's climax the mix of fluids was foaming up at the base of his cock. When the tall guy finished cumming he fell back on the bed and the muscular guy complained, "Fuck you Dave, now I have to put my dick into your cum."

The tall guy, Dave, laughed and said, "I just hope she's on the pill or something."

The muscular guy pulled his cock from Jen's mouth and the first thing she said was, "I get so fucking hot when guys cum in my pussy!"

Then as my wife and the muscleman attempted to switch into a fucking position they spotted me still standing in shock by the doorway.

The muscleman was the first one to speak as he got up and walked toward the door, "You're going to have to wait your turn dude. Don't worry; it won't take long for me with this hot little slut." Then he slammed the door in my face.

Then I heard Jen yell out to me, "Wait! Please don't be mad John."

The door swung back open and my beautiful wife was standing in front of me. The bodice was holding her tits up high and tight together. Her bald cunt was literally dripping with cum and pussy juice.

Jen hugged me and whispered into my ear, "I'm so sorry!"

I was silent for a moment as I had so many different emotions battling inside me. To be expected, I was angry and hurt. However, to my own surprise, I was also extremely turned on. My cock was throbbing in my pants and I'm sure my wife felt it as she hugged me. Some how I managed to swallow the negative emotions and focus on the positive.

I said out loud, "Well don't keep the man waiting honey."

Jen seemed a little frantic and confused, "What do you mean John?"

I explained in a stern voice, "We'll discuss it later Jen, for now I want to see this big fella fuck the shit out of you."

Jen managed to give me a coy yet devilish smile just before being yanked back to the bed by the muscleman. Dave was already up and getting dressed when he introduced himself to me. I told him he could grab a beer from the fridge down stairs.

The muscleman introduced himself as Roy and then pushed Jen onto her back on the bed. He stood next to the bed and pushed Jen's ankles back until the red heels were next to her ears. Her slit opened a little revealing the puddle of Dave's cum oozing out of her. The drips on her inner thighs had already begun to dry and the rest of her pussy was a sloppy mess of happily mixed fluids.

Before plunging his cock into my wife's pussy, Roy asked Jen, "You are on birth control, right?"

I knew Jen was properly protected from pregnancy, but she smiled in a sinister manner and asked, "If I said no, would it stop you from cumming in my pussy."

Jen certainly didn't seem inhibited by my presence and she was certainly right about Roy's cock. Roy must have been at least nine inches long and an Inch in diameter, putting me to shame by about three inches. Even Dave, who was well over 6' tall didn't have the length or girth of Roy. I was amazed that Jen had fit it all the way down her throat with out vomiting.

Roy slowly lowered his cock into Jen's cum filled velvet sheath with out ever answering Jen's previous question, or fully knowing weather or not Jen was on 'the pill'. I stood at the opposite side of the bed and dropped my pants. I watched with jealous lust as I stroked my cock just over my wife's face.

Roy moaned and commented, "Wow, that's a mighty tight pussy for a slutty little fuck toy like your self."

Jen was staring up at me with an apologetic face as Roy began to build a steady rhythm. His feet were braced on the cabernet carpet floor and he was leaning over her pressing her knees into her tits. He didn't seem to mind me stroking my cock so close to their faces. Jen reached her right hand down to her pussy and started to rub her clit while Roy fucked her with gradually increasing ferocity.

Jen looked up to me with lustful eyes and said, "John, I love you. I love that you're so into this. It makes me so hot."

I responded, "I love you too Honey, but I'm still a little upset!"

Roy was confused with our words and questioned me, "What are you, married to this slut or something?"

I nodded and Roy looked down to my wife and said, "We'll stop the lovey-dovey bullshit, it's distracting."

Jen reached up with her free hand and snatched my cock away from my own grasp. She squeezed it tightly as her body began to tens up underneath the behemoth. I knew she was about to climax and climax she did. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her whole body tensed up. She was leaning up into Roy's chest when she released her grip on my cock and wrapped that free arm around Roy. Her other hand kept massaging her clit throughout her entire orgasm.

My wife moaned out in ecstasy, "Oooh fuck! Oooooh! Aahhh!"

Roy started in, "Yeah bitch, milk my fucking cock you dirty whore. Cum on my cock slut."

I never even thought of speaking to my wife in such a derogatory manner, but she obviously liked it and so did I. I had begun stroking myself again as I watched my wife satisfy another much more attractive man.

Jen's orgasm slowly subsided and she had begun to coax Roy into cumming, "Fuck yeah, I love that huge cock stretching out my tiny little cunt. You made me cum so fucking hard with that big thing. Now I want you to cum for me. C'mon Roy, I want to feel your hot juices spraying the walls of my slut pussy."

Roy commanded Jen with ragged breath, "Tell me what you are."

Jen responded, "I'm a dirty little cum slut!"

Roy looked down to her pussy and continued with the same ragged voice, "That's right bitch! Mmm, your pussy looks like it's from a little girl. So little, smooth and soft, not even the slightest bit of stubble. I love it, a dirty slut with a tight little girl cunt."

Jen went on, "Yeah you like my little girl cunt don't you?"

Roy could only nod his head at this point and Jen knew he was going to cum very soon. He quickly changed his position in one swift move. He pulled his legs up onto the bed into a tight kneeling position and allowed Jen's legs to spread out to the sides and wrap around his ass. Then he literally ripped the front of Jen's bodice open and pulled her heaving body tightly against his own. Finally he moaned loudly as he fucked her with short deep strokes.

Jen was gently caressing Roy's muscular back with her fingernails while he filled her pussy with gobs of cum. She also continued the dirty slut talk, "Fuck Yeah, I can feel your hot cum inside my little girl pussy. C'mon Roy fill that cunt with cum! Fuck Yeah, that's the way I like it.

Finally Roy's pace slowed dramatically and his cumming had obviously stopped. He kept on moving in and out with long full slow strokes. His head was buried into the crook of Jen's neck and he had his full body weight on her. Jen was caressing his head with her sexy red nails cooing into his ear. Finally the behemoth rolled off of her and Jen pulled me onto the bed.

She said, "Lie down; I'm going to make it all better."

I did as she asked, remaining silent as I did through most of the strange experience. Jen mounted me with her sloppy slimy pussy hovering over my cock. A bubbly mixture of cum and pussy juice quickly began to drip onto my cock. It was a very enjoyable sensation. As Jen lowered her pussy onto my throbbing dick I was surprised with how effortlessly it slid in. It was a slightly different feeling with cum already in her pussy. I liked it. As her inner thighs touched my hips I noticed how sticky and slimy they were. I reached around to grab her ass and found her ass was also a slimy mess of cum and sweat. She began to grind her cunt into me just how she knew I liked it. Roy got dressed and left the room with out another word.

The only noises that could be heard were our heavy breathing and the sticky sloshing slapping sounds of our genitals. Jen lowered her warm naked body onto mine and began to lick my neck just the way I liked it. It took less than two minutes before I was about to cum. I held her by her tiny little waist as I blew up inside her.

Jen whispered into my ear as I was cumming, "Yeah John, cum for me."

I flooded her cunt even more with stream after stream of hot liquid life. It was a long Orgasm and I'm sure it was a large load. Unlike the other men and unusual for me, I was rather quiet while I came. With Jen's warm body and supple tits pressed against me, I felt rather content and relaxed while I was cumming. I thoroughly enjoyed the after shocks of continued sex after orgasm too.

While Jen continued to gently massage my cock with her pussy she asked, "So are you still mad at me?"

"Yes," I said with a staggered voice.

Jen went on, "But you really seemed to like it?"

I gained some composure in my voice and explained, "Yes it was an incredible turn on, but I still feel betrayed. You owe me an apology, an explanation and some payback."

Jen immediately jumped to the floor leaving my half flaccid cock swaying in the cool air. She knelt down and folded her hands into one another as if she were praying. "John PLEASE, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me! I love you so much John, you have no idea!"

I butted in, "Then why would you do this?"

Jen was silent for a moment just starring me in the eyes. I could tell she was unsure of how to explain herself.

With a soft encouraging demeanor I said, "Just be honest. Anything you say now isn't going to make it any worse, besides there's a part of me that liked it."

Jen hesitantly began to explain, "Well John, you have always been so good to me and so nice. You have also been a great lover; always making sure I am treated like a queen, you always put me first when it comes to sex or anything for that matter, and you know how to make me feel loved and adored. I love that, it's just... Well, once in a while I like it dirty and rough. I suppose I just like to be treated like a slut every so often. I also think the excitement of cheating on you was a factor too."

I asked, "Have you ever cheated before?"

Jen lowered her eyes away from mine and nodded.

I asked a barrage of questions, "How many times? Was it with those guys? How many different guys? When did this start? Why do you like..."

Jen interrupted me, "I've been doing it since we started dating in college. I rarely go back to the same guys more than twice because I don't want them or me to get too attached. There is something else you need to know, but you have to promise to keep it secret."

I nodded and she continued, "My father sexually molested me as I was growing up. I'm certain that's why I am the way I am."

I was stunned and my mouth gapped open. I reached down to hug Jen and she eagerly accepted. We hugged on the floor in silence for a few minutes, and when we heard Roy and Dave leave in their loud car Jen and I stood.

I asked, "Maybe you should see a therapist or try to get help?"

Jen was adamant, "NO! I don't want my father to go to jail!"

I questioned her further, "So then you're just going to keep doing what you are doing aren't you?

Tears began to well up in Jens big beautiful blue eyes as she said, "I'm sorry, I can't help it. I'll understand if you want to divorce me?"

I reassured her, "No honey, I think I can live with it."

"It's not going to stop," she warned.

"I know. Like I said, I think I can live with it."

Jen smiled and we went to clean ourselves up. 



My Wife...



11:20. Just after our third or fourth (I lose count) round of lovemaking over the last hour, and Jaid is going to be late, soon. She is an exotic dancer at Passions, on the East Side which is across town from us. Cheesy name, but the club is a huge draw, which can mainly be attributed to its nightly featured act ­ my wife.

Met her when we attended the same college. We stayed together; no clever backstory to tell, really. But, I like talking about her. Jaid's a complete knock-out. When she is dancing, but also in the way she carries herself: feminine, smart, confident. Fun to be around, good conversationalist. And, needless to say, there is the sex. My wife has always had a rather potent sexual appetite; she's like some kind of engine, revved up and ready for the next fuck before I've even caught my breath. She feeds off her own energy, taking our heat with her on stage, which is in turn fueled by the charge she gets from a crowd, and so most mornings she will come home as horny as when she left. It's tough keeping up, some times, but I do enjoy the challenge.

Hard to tell how a woman like her stays faithful, actually. And, I can't even be sure that she does: Jaid doesn't like me coming to shows. Too much pressure? Which I can certainly appreciate, but still. When I'm cooped up in our miniscule one-bedroom, and it's two in the morning and she's in that environment, my mind wonders. About fidelity. Not that I'm insecure, or maybe I am a little. I mean, sure, I may have one or two adequacy issues. It goes back to the old adage about being able to have anyone, so why settle; because Jaid could, and why does she. Or, does she? She's beautiful, desirable, almost too much for one man to ­ fuck it, I'm digressing.

I hear the shower cut off. The bathroom has become thick with steam, and then she emerges like a vision in a cloud of it, wearing a towel. This is when she looks her sexiest, no question: red hair damp, slicked back over her shoulders, away from her flawless face, high cheekbones, those inviting lips in full pout, beads of water and sweat that remain on her face and neck. She looks not unlike Lexus Locklear, if I had to make an actual comparison. Edible. I sit up in bed, and watch as she drops the towel and stands in front of the mirror, getting herself ready. Body spray; lipstick, eyeliner, the complete Revlon line.

She notices me staring, in the mirror. "What?" she asks, brushing her hair. Her ass is heart-shaped, perfect. Her figure is slender and curvaceous, 35-24-35, spine just barely visible in ripples of olive-complected skin.

"Just looking," I say, staring.

"Yeah, I noticed."

"Well, I hope you don't mind, because I can't seem to look away."

Finally, she swings around, still brushing. "So, this staring thing could last a while, is what you're saying?" She saunters in my direction. Drops the hairbrush. Moves onto the bed, on her knees, and inches her way forward, until she is just over my chest. My fingers dangle just at ankles. "How's the view, now?" Her voice is sultry and seductive, when she says this, trying I can only assume to get me going, again. I move my hands along her calves, and to her hips, and then run them down over her thighs; I'm going, again. She relaxes her ass onto my crotch, on top of the bed sheet, drapes her body over mine, and we kiss. Her tongue plunges into my mouth, and we lay french kissing. I'm unmercifully hard.

Jaid breaks the kiss, props up with her elbows to either side of my head, coursing her fingers through my hair.

"Got to go, hon," she says.

"No, don't. Call in well, take the night off. You've got me all aroused, here. "

"I know. And, that's a subject I mean to take up with you a little later on. Think you can hold out, for me?"

"I'll try."

"Yes. Try." she says, slinking her body downward, pulling the bed sheet with her, "real." she puts her hands on my waist, leans her head down and gives the head of my now fully erect cock a quick lick, "hard."

"Ohh..!" I groan, in disappointment, as she backs off the bed, and disappears into our walk-in closet. Tease. But then, what can I reasonably expect, at this point? We've already fucked a record ten times, tonight, including the aforementioned three or four times, and I'm not lying, And, she does have to work. And, my cock hurts, and probably wouldn't be able to take it, anyway, at least not for another few hours. So be it.

She returns to the room, fully dressed in stripjoint garb; tonight, it's red, studded leather bra and panties. She sits down on the floor, slipping on her stockings and zipper boots.

"What'cha doing on the floor?" I ask, sitting back up. My penis is sensitive, and it makes me cringe rubbing against the cloth of the sheet that covers it.

"Getting pretty," she answers, zipping up the second boot.

"Getting?" I ask. She stands up, hands on her hips.

"Hey, now, you keep sweet talking me like that, I'll have to pounce you, very soon."

"Lovely angel." I begin, somewhat flustering for a follow-up compliment, "temptress of mine, let me praise you, and." uhh, "stuff."

"Alright. That's it ­" she says, jumping onto the bed on top of me. "Roll me over and fuck me hard," she says, in a slightly mocking tone. So, I roll her over. She starts laughing.

"I'm kidding," she says. I wasn't. I raise up off her body, with a look of disappointment.

"Ahh, you poor thing. You can't possibly want more, already."

"You're one to speak," I say, self-referentially. Seriously, the woman never sleeps.

"Be nice," she says, grinning. She gives me another quick kiss, and pushes me away. "See you around 4, babe."

"Right."

She turns before leaving, blows a kiss, and is off. I lay back, arm over my face. Hard-on receding. And, imagine Jaid with another woman. Imagine her still here; her mouth on my cock, that warm moist. Jaid and another woman and me. Basic cliché male fantasies. She'll do anything; has. I'm satisfied.

I get up, run a shower. The lukewarm jetstreams hit me, calm me. Take a deep breath, head hung low, water drenching my hair and spilling down over my face and backside. She slides the glass door open, steps inside with me. Gets under the water, pulls me closer until we both are sharing it. She kisses me, softly; just tender pecks. She covers my mouth with her own, finds my tongue with her tongue, water running in through the tiny corner where our mouths don't quite meet. She licks my lips, sucks my chin, kisses my throat. going down. her lips and tongue are on my chest. lower.she is on her knees, the tip of her tongue tickling my navel. her hands on my thighs, my hardening penis, and balls against her left cheek. she moves her hands around, squeezes my ass cheeks, moves her hands further down until she has my inner thighs, just under my anus, spreading my legs apart. she gives me eye contact from below, and gently moves her head closer, tongue to the base of my cock. she licks down, over my scrotum, sucking each ball one at a time. her tongue lingers there, a moment, before moving back up, along the underside of my cock, stopping at the engorged head, teasing the piss slit; I shudder. she smiles up at me, and then takes the cock in her mouth.

Stroking me, my hands in fists at my side, that urgent gimme-it expression on her face.

Shower off. I step out, dry myself. Back in the bedroom, put on some music; "Becoming X" by The Sneaker Pimps.

Put on a pair of boxer briefs, socks, t-shirt. Can't lay in bed, all night.

Mousse my hair, get it just so, at the mirror. I think part of me wants to go out; yes, subconsciously I am preparing to do so.

Open one of the drawers, take out the glass tray with the coke we were doing, earlier. I snort two lines, one with each nostril. Sniffle; making sure to get it all in there. Swallow; that bitter numb. Bump.

Wired, kind of, I get myself in clothes more appropriate for going out, and call a cab. We only have one car, which I take to Mullins Publishing where I work during the day, and then Jaid takes, where I'm going right now. I want us to move out of the apartment, which is big only enough so the two of you don't feel like you're bouncing off one another at all times; and plus, I mean, I'm at work till 6, and Jaid leaves shortly before midnight, usually, giving us, what, 5 hours and some for sex, or talking, or whatever. It's a good arrangement, don't get me wrong, but on my salary and her's ­ her's being slightly more than mine (her tip intake is unmatched) ­ we can afford more space.

The cab drops me at the corner of 5th and Somers. Was hoping for a line, so Jaid wouldn't notice my being here (?), but there's not one, so I'm able to shuffle in sans a wait. Get carded. Again. Fucker knows me, but. Whatever.

Inside, the music is loud and driving: "Bah Wit Da Bah", by Kid Rock, I believe. There are six mini-stages, with multi-colored lights for effect. Tables surround each one, and each of the stages and tables are occupied; men get lap dances, others are lined up to slip the performers a buck. It's 12:02, and Jaid has not yet made her appearance or else this place would still be reeling. The place is wall-to-wall tits - some big, some natural ­ more females undressed, than dressed. Wouldn't expect anything less.

Song ends. The veejay reminds patrons that all dancers can be available for a private (if you can call it that) Œsession' for only $20, and please welcome our featured act of the evening over on stage 4, Mistress Jaid. She got the name Jaid because of her eyes, and her private sessions are $40, and that might seem a bit steep, but get a dance and you will know where the money went.

Following her intro, Jaid comes out to a raise-the-roof uproar of applause and hooting. Even the women in the audience seem to be mystified by her. Her routine is lithe; she moves to the music ­ an in-your-face number, "Nookie" by Limp Bizkit, which has recently became her favorite accompanying track, because it's only about three minutes in length, which gives the guys and girls just a taste of what she's capable of, leaving the rest of her stint spent lap dancing ­ with grace and style. She has attitude to spare, and it's infectious for male and female audience members, alike. They love her. It's electrifying to watch, even I have to admit, even now, still today, when I've seen it a hundred times, both here and behind closed doors.

I try and walk to one of the tables in back, unnoticed. I'm not here for personal attention; I'll get that, later. I'm simply here to. not sure why, exactly. Check up on her? Keep an eye out, if there must be an answer. And, it's not a lack of trust on my part, you see, it's more of a voyeuristic thing. I guess. See what goes on when I'm not around. Selfish, yes, but I can't help it. Being here, knowing she doesn't want me here, is a turn on. I am intrigued, encouraged, to do that which I shouldn't. Seems a bit obsessive, possessive. So what.

She remains at the opposite end of the room, for the most part. I sit back, order a drink, smoke a cigarette. Get offers from the other girls, Danna, Vixen, Jenny; even a two-girl. I cordially decline them. People-watch. Am joined by another girl, Cora (perfectly attractive, but who here isn't), whom I've never seen and I think she may be a waitress, or something, who just wants to talk. Order us both tequila shots, myself a Jack and Coke as well. Smoke another cigarette. She informs me her shift ends in half an hour, if I'd like to go elsewhere for drinks, shoot a game of pool, continue our conversation which I have not been participating all that much in, or just whatever. Can't. Married, but otherwise, sure, why not. And, she's gone.

2:50 AM. Working on a pretty substantial buzz, but I cannot let it get out of control, so as to be ready for when my wife will surely want to fuck. If I'm passed out, beyond recovery, she'll be pissed; she gets that way. No problem. One more drink's not going to hurt, right?

3:30 AM. Where did the time go. Jaid starts for the dressing room area, and I have to duck under the table. Shit. I wait there a few moments, have to remind myself how stupid this is. I take a peek around, to find the coast clear.

The hallway leading to the individual dressing rooms is relatively empty, not too many people milling around. Some of the doors are open, including Jaid's, and so I keep a low profile. She is reclined in her chair, sweaty, gulping down a bottle of Evian. She's not alone. One of the other dancers, Lisa, is sitting on the counter next to the mirror in front of Jaid, back against the wall, legs crossed in lady-like fashion. They are talking, quietly, one or both of them will laugh every now and then. Jaid checks her watch, sits up in the chair. Lisa hops down, hands her a folded piece of paper, which Jaid slips into her bra. And, I remember I should hail a cab to get home before she does, but don't freak because I have a stand-by story that I was out at a bar, ready.

Not an issue. Catch a cab, head back, get home ahead of her. Shut the door (was it locked?. doesn't matter), and notice the headlights of our car pulling into the parking lot. I hurry to the bedroom, strip to my briefs, fake a sleep.

After a minute, Jaid walks in. I hear her remove her boots, for hushed mobility, and slowly walk over to the bed and sit behind me. She leans over, her hand on my shoulder, and presses her lips to my ear.

"Baby," she whispers. I pretend sleep.

Her tongue slips into my ear, she sucks my earlobe. "Hey sleepyhead," she persists. And, I roll over on my back. Fake stretch, genuine yawn. "What's up," she says.

"Nothing."

"Did you go out?" she asks, obviously smelling the alcohol and smoke on my breath. I nod, wearily, still keeping up the charade.

"Meet anybody?" she asks, curious. I just give her a look; she should know better, even though she has always welcomed threesomes.

She gives me a displeased look, in return. "My night sucked, too. But." she pulls out the piece of paper from before. Opens it, shows me: a phone number. "Know that chick, Lisa, from the club?" She refers to women as chicks; I love that. "She wants to hook up. Tomorrow, before work, probably. So, don't be surprised if you get home and find a couple of babes in heat waiting for your ass, K?" She gives me a pointed slap on the chest, and makes a dash for the bathroom.

I stand in the doorway, watching her as she sits on the toilet.

"Don't make me blush," she demands. "Eyes, eyes." I look away. Notice something over by the television that I hadn't, before. "Be with you in a sec," she calls to me as I walk over to the t.v. set. Atop the vcr, atop the set, is a video jacket for a porno movie.

"Ok," Jaid announces, standing in the doorway, arms up against the frame. "Let's get naughty." I look back. "What's this?" indicating the box I've found. Jaid, sexual feline that she is, does not watch hardcore adult movies.

"A movie."

"Anything That Moves?" I read from the cover. She sits on the bed, leans back against the headboard. "I picked it up the other day."

"When?" I ask, now looking around for the actual tape. Push the door of the vcr open, and see it.

"The other day. Lunch. With Missy," she says, in an overtly sarcastic tone.

I sit down on the foot of the bed, aim the remote and play the video: a brunette, who bares a faint resemblance to Gina Gershon, is on her knees giving a man in a white button-down shirt and slacks a blowjob. She uses her hand and mouth on him, while he pumps forward to fuck her face with his cock.

"Hey," Jaid says, "shut that off." I'm glued to the screen; no chance. The action shifts: the woman stands up, with her back to the man, and she bends over, wiggling her ass into his crotch. His cock is in the crack of her ass, as she slowly works it up and down on him, massaging his growing member.

Jaid scoots up behind me, on the bed, and rests her chin on my shoulder. Her hand is rubbing my stomach. "Honey."

"Uh huh," my eyes stuck in the same spot: the woman is being fucked doggy style.

"Turn that off, and I'll give you something more interesting to look at," she says, and kisses the back of my neck. "Please.."

"Yeah, I will, I'm just ­" I look back at her, then the t.v. Then Jaid, again. "Why did you rent this?"

"Does it matter?"

"Not necessarily. You're just the last person in the world I'd expect to rent one."

"Oh, really, why? Men do it all the time."

"Of course. I'm not saying I wouldn't expect you to because you're a woman, and men have the right because they're men, but women don't, and that makes this some sort of battle of the sexes. This is new. For you."

"How do you know?"

"I know. Don't I?"

"It was an impulse, Michael. I was driving by, saw the store, and I stopped. Can we drop this, now?"

"Jaye, you don't have to get defensive. I'm not mad ­"

"Why would you be mad?" she asks.

"I wouldn't."

"Would you?"

"Would I, what?" I ask, flustered.

"Be upset with me."

"I. no." I'm starting to get confused as hell. "What ­ ever?"

"Yeah."

"Not about this. That's what I'm saying. And, I'm sorry I even bothered asking you, now, but it's rare if ever that you watch porno. Or, so I thought." I stop the movie, drop the remote on the floor. There is tension between us I had not planned on; uncomfortable silence, on each others' nerves. I'm still ragingly horny.

Jaid moves up behind me, again, kisses my back. Her hands on my chest. "Sorry I snapped." I lift one of her hands to my mouth, kiss her palm. She holds the hand there, puts a finger to my lips and pushes half the finger in my mouth. I suck it, for her. She turns my head her direction, and kisses me full on the mouth, our tongues mingling wetly.

"Do you wanna watch that movie while I suck your cock," she says, in the absolute most arousing voice I've ever heard, which catches me off guard based on our previous almost-argument moments ago and the fact that she told me to turn the movie off. My dick springs to full mast, nevertheless. My breathing becomes heavier, eyes close. She kisses me again, urging her tongue deep inside my mouth, only to withdraw. "You do, don't you? Or, maybe you want me to ride you, for a while, instead. Huh..? Lay back. while I fuck my ass up and down on that big cock." She puts her tongue to my lips, brushes it in between, until I meet it with my tongue. I quickly face her with my whole body, position my legs under her legs. Her hand goes to the bulge in my shorts.

"Mmm. " she purrs, "fuck it. I want this dick." She grabs me, slams me on my back; strong girl. She takes my boxers by the waistband and yanks them down my legs, tosses them to the floor. She gets on me just so, her hands on my stomach. She drags her nails over my skin, and takes my aching cock with both hands; I'm not that large, only about seven inches, but Jaid is creative. She moves one hand down to my balls, leaving the other hand to grip shaft. She pulls back, a little, angling me closer to her lips, and licks the head. She wraps her lips around the plump head, lightly scratching my sac, and looks up at me. Our eyes connect. She opens her mouth, so I can watch as her tongue circles the head. Then, she closes her lips tightly over it, and starts stroking the shaft. I am throbbing, and she knows it, and pumps harder. Faster. I groan, and my hips buck.

"Don't hold back, baby. If you're too hot to last, let it go. I wanna fuck you for a lot longer than this." She keeps pumping on me, and then takes the whole of my erect penis into her mouth, nearly cramming it to the back of her throat. She bobs her head up and down, never letting my cock slip from the confines of her mouth, and I feel her tongue bathe my flesh along with the powerful suction. I am near.

"Gonna ­" is all I can manage.

"Come? Do it. Come in my mouth." My cock is by now fully lubricated with her saliva, making for easy stroking, and I feel her hand jerk me from base to head, over and over, while I listen to the sound of her sloppy pounding. My nutsac has constricted. I concentrate on all of it, and feel an imminent release on the horizon. My legs are shaking.




My Wife...



"Oh. god." I cry. I prop up on my elbows, and watch Jaid sucking and jerking and licking, and it's too much. I burst; cum shoots to the roof of her mouth. Her mouth is wide open, so I watch as my sperm, spurt after glorious spurt, hits its spot and drips down onto her outstretched tongue. She curls the tip of her tongue, and brings her jaws together, so as to trap most or all of everything I have to offer. Still, some leaks from the corner of her mouth, but she wipes it with her hand, swiftly. I end up jetting about two or three strong streams of cum into her mouth, followed by a couple weak ones, and stop. Jaid gives me a few more pumps, making sure it's all out, and then tilts her head back, mouth shut, letting the sperm collect in her throat. I can see the muscles of her throat contract, as she swallows. Her eyes are watering; that was a bit much.

"Mmm," she moans, and licks the spot of cum off the back of her hand.

"Sorry," I say, between irregular breaths.

"What for?"

"Not being able to hold out longer."

"Don't worry. We aren't done," she says, with a grin. She hurries into the bathroom, turns on the sink faucet, rinses her mouth. She returns to bed, and plants a deep, hard kiss over my mouth.

"You don't have to do that, baby," I tell her.

"What? Kiss you? Fine, then I'll stop."

"No ­ wash your mouth out. I don't mind the taste."

"No..?" she asks, subtly astonished. I shake my head. "No, I mean if you're going to swallow it, the least I can do is kiss you, afterward. It's not that bad."

"That is so sweet. When did I marry such a considerate man." We kiss, again. "What do you wanna do, now?"

"Don't know."

"Well, I have an idea. Since we're on this reciprocity kick, and all. Um. eat my pussy, for me?" How can I refuse. Jaid puts her back against the headboard, legs together, knees up. I assume the dining position, crouching over her, my knees to either side of her. I reach for her panties, but she grabs my hands. "Uh uh," she says, "teeth."

How can I refuse. I lick her in the area where thigh joins pelvis, lick over the red rose tattoo tucked just under the strap of her panties. I bite down on this strap, and use nothing but my teeth, as requested, to remove the garment. She spreads her legs, wide enough for me to fit my head. When I try and move in, she locks her knees to restrain any further progression.

"Gonna let me do my job, or not." She just looks at me and grins, bites her lip, playfully. She loosens the grip her knees have on my head, and I attempt to proceed forward, but she does it again. Giggling now, making me want it, making herself want it more. I force my way in, and reach her pussy, at last. I lick around the outskirts of her pubic hair; she is shaven, all except for two small streaks that run out to form a letter ŒV'. Her skin is smooth, no stubble; clean, and voluptuous, and tan as the rest of her. I lick around and around the pussy, never once touching it dead on. She is hot, needs this; I'm in control. I move my hands up her flat stomach, and rest on her D breasts. Her nipples stand out, perked, and I squeeze them very softly, and move my mouth to her stomach where my tongue dances in and around her navel. Her knees start to raise, under my arms, but I push them right back down, and make my descent. There is actual heat emanating from her cunt, and the moment my tongue touches her inner lips, she comes in a surge of pellucid ejaculate. It flies into my mouth in a wash of fluid, and I have to spit most of it out; you're not supposed to swallow the stuff. But, then I immediately go back to the source.

I begin by tantalizing her with temperate grazing; my tongue caresses her inner folds, just tasting. Her pussy is dripping, from the juices that I spit out that landed on her and also from being overly wet on her own. She tastes fucking phenomenal. Jaid loves the sensuality of eye contact, while both giving and receiving oral sex, so I give it to her. She is looking right at me, mouth kind of hanging open in expectation. "Blowing Up Your Mind" by Lords of Acid begins playing on the stereo, as I once again put my mouth over her cunt. I suck lightly at her inner folds, pulling, and then push my tongue inside. She is hot, juiced-up; my tongue probes her depths, and I lick up, out of her, then stab my tongue back in, and repeat. This makes her hips pivot, grinding her pussy against my chin and mouth. She fucks herself on my tongue, and I continue lapping ­ speeding up, going slower, speeding up, going slower ­ and her hips move faster, losing just a little control of her body, and she starts shaking some, and cries out, "fuck!". She pulls away from me, unintentionally. "Shit. Sorry, baby." I move back in for the kill, sucking, licking, nibbling at her vagina. "That's it, lick me," she commands. I continue eating her out. Find her clitoris, which has become swollen and hard. I flick it, delicately at first, then more rapidly, my tongue thrashing at it madly. I take it between my lips, hard, suck on the clit. "Use your fingers.." I bring Œround three fingers to help; two to splay her labia, one for insertion.

"Like this?" I ask, sliding my finger in and out of her opening.

"Harder.." she says, thru erratic breathing.

I push the finger inside, retract, push in, pull out. Picking up the pace, gradually. She moans, squirts again. Her liquid sprays out over my hand, rolling off my wrist. I finger-fuck her, putting another finger inside for added potency, and even more pussy juice leaks out. I grab her thighs, pulls her away from the headboard toward me, and return my mouth to her private flesh. "Goddamn, you're wet," I tell her. "All for you," she says, and I lash my tongue at her womanhood, suck her protuberant clitty, spread her legs open some more, lick down to her anus, tuck my tongue in the crevice, swipe my tongue back up her twat.

"Oh, fuck," she exclaims. I am well aware that she goes nuts when I rim her, and I lick her anus again, remain there, drive my tongue into her sphincter as far in as I can get it.

"No. no." she says, meaning don't stop. I don't. I get my hands under her ass, raise her lower half up off the bed, lean in and bury my face into her butt. She puts her hands on the back of my head, pulling me in, and I lick and suck her from anus to cunt. I am on fire; hungry.

"Oh, Jesus!" she bellows. I use my fingers to widen her cheeks, get more of my tongue in her asshole. I don't like this part, so much, because of the taste, as well as the thought of her using this orifice for other purposes. But, she explodes (figuratively speaking) when I do it, so I do it. I lick back into her love canal; "Steal My Sunshine" by Len, plays in the background. I start shaking my head, tongue swishing side to side, alternating licks with sucks, digging in, eating her violently, and she yells out. I let her fall back down on the bed. She sits up hastily, seizes me by the back of my head and pulls me to her, kissing me with ravenous lust. She moans into my mouth, her tongue attacking my tongue.

"Closer" by NIN, plays.

She says, "I want you to fuck my ass," between kisses. She gets genuflect, expeditiously. Wiggles her ass, beckoning me. I've been hard god knows how long, now, so proper entry is no problem. Her backdoor is moistened and slick with my salivation. I impale her rectum in a savage thrust, throwing my cock into the far depths of her region. My hands on her inner thighs, I begin to fuck in and out of her ass. Jaid fucks back at me, meeting each of my forward thrusts, and we strike up a rhythm. She kneels upright, her head in my right shoulder, her hand behind my head. I kiss her, she sucks my tongue and swirls her tongue against it, as I violate her asshole, grabbing her hips and shoving my cock deep inside her. We both groan.

"You want me to come in your ass?" I ask her, respectfully.

"Are you about to?"

"Fuck, yes," I confirm.

"No," she says, receiving my forward thrusts voraciously, "on my tits."

She quickly gets on her back. I lay over her, and put my cock on her chest. She crushes her breasts around it, and I begin to fuck through the tiny canal she has created for me. She rests her chin against her chest, and her tongue darts out to welcome the head of my cock . Watching this does me in. "I'm gonna come," I announce, directly. A few more strokes between her soft mounds, and I spuge. My jizz lands on her tongue, and then she throws her head back into the pillow and accepts the rest on her chest and throat.

Spent, I collapse beside her, on the bed. She mops up my cum with both hands, and licks her fingers clean. We lay face to face, winded and fatigued. This is true for me (I'm sore), but probably not Jaid, but she won't force the issue.

"Did you..?" I ask, the forbidden question.

"Yup. Twice."

"I didn't hear."

"Shh. get some rest," she says, and kisses my cheek, then both my eyes. "Love you." The sun is slowly making its ascent, outside. And, Jaid, her sated if only partially expression is my final image ­ a lovely one, too; this is when she looks her most beautiful ­ before drifting off to sleep. Finally.



My Wife



I always felt that something was wrong with me. I loved the thought of my wife fucking another man or even multiple men. I wasn't always that way though. I used to get extremely jealous to the point that I would drive off my girlfriends due to my possessiveness and jealousy. 

As I got older, I started reading Penthouse Letters. I started off just enjoying any letter that involved fucking, but slowly gravitated towards the wife fucking letters. I guess it was the taboo of it all, seeing one's wife in the throes of passion with another man but knowing her heart belonged to you. Once I realized that as long as my wife's heart belonged to me I didn't have any jealousy then I was fine with the fantasy.

I married my childhood sweetheart, Susan. It wasn't like everyone else though, meeting as children and knowing you would be married. Her father was military and they moved away when she was 10 and I didn't meet up with her again for another 37 years, after I had started my divorce from my then current wife. Susan is very proper and conservative, but she does have a wild side to her. She loves sex and will engage in play with me, most of the times in public places. 

Doesn't matter where it is, she will look around and grab me, or rub up against me. I know for a fact that I have her heart and she has mine.

With that in mind, I started thinking about what I would do if someone flirted with her. I thought about how I would react, how she would react, what would happen if things went further. 

I started envisioning her rubbing up against another guy, letting him kiss her, letting his hands wander across her body. I then started fantasizing that he was stripping her slowly, all the while I would be there quietly watching the events unfold.

This fantasy slowly built in intensity to the point that I blurted it out during a late night romp with her. We had a bit to drink so I think she chalked it up to that. Still, she wasn't sure whether to be hurt or what concerning my revelation. She admitted that the thought was enticing but was adamant that she would never do anything like that as it would undoubtedly ruin our marriage. Still, I did notice a slight change in her. She would occasionally ask me during our love making sessions if I would be excited to watch her dance with another guy or let someone have their way with her.

This continued until one night we had a heart to heart talk about things. She just came right out and asked me why I had this fantasy and did it mean that I wanted other women. I assured her that she was the only one for me and that this would never be something to consider unless we were absolutely sure that our marriage was solid. I told her that it wasn't about her finding another love, but enjoying sex to the fullest. Seeing her in the height of passion was something I longed for. As we talked, I started caressing her breasts and her pussy. She was very responsive and wet. I told her I loved her with all of my heart but that I wanted to see her let loose and enjoy her body even if it meant with other men. We didn't talk any more after that, but enjoyed some frantic fucking.

This was the milestone in our marriage that I can look back on and see the change in her. She started dressing more revealing and more outgoing when we went out to clubs. She was more willing to dance with other men but would still not allow them to take any liberties with her. 

All during this time, we continued to talk. I firmly believe that communication is the key to any marriage and I told her how exciting it would be to watch a man enter her for the first time, to watch her face as she had an orgasm and to watch him cum inside of her. She asked me if I was serious about another guy cumming in her and I assured her that I was. We talked about protection, using a condom which I am totally against. We didn't have any children but always wanted some and I told her that I would be fine if she didn't use any protection. She couldn't believe her ears. This was a major stumbling block to the progress we had made. Still, we continued to fantasize and go out.

Then one night, everything changed. We had gotten dressed up and went to a local pub for a few drinks. It was fairly busy, but we were lucky to sit at the bar. She sat next to this one good looking guy named Dave. We all started chatting a bit and it turned out he was single and got bored at his apartment and decided to go out. We were having a good time but the pub was getting ready to close and I wasn't ready to call it a night yet. I asked him if he wanted to join us at our place for more drinks. He readily accepted but Susan just shot me this look of shock! I just squeezed her knee and whispered that it was ok; we were just having more drinks. I could feel her relax a little but she still looked nervous.

We got to the house and I turned on some music and offered to get some drinks while they talked. I made a point to take my time and I would glance out every once in a while to see what was transpiring. Nothing much was going on except talking, so I brought the drinks out and I ensured that hers was stronger. I told Dave that we enjoyed dancing quite a bit and I asked Susan to dance. She was self-conscious but did; all the while slowly relaxing and enjoying it. I motioned Dave over with my finger and gestured that he should dance with her. He smiled and nodded and we exchanged places. I sat down and watched the events as they unfolded.

I changed the music to something slow and I saw Dave pull Susan into a tight embrace. She was stiff at first but slowly started dancing. He was a gentleman and kept his hands in a proper position for most of the dance but slowly started caressing her shoulders and lower back. I was getting excited watching this and decided to go and get more drinks. I stopped where I could watch unnoticed and saw Dave getting bolder with his advances. Susan wasn't objecting as much anymore. In fact, she looked flushed and excited. 

Then it happened, I saw Dave move closer and turn her face with his hand and kissed her fully on the lips. She started to pull away but he kept her there with his other hand. She stopped resisting and started kissing him back. I saw his hand move down to her ass and he was rubbing it sensuously. Susan started moving against him like she would me. 

I saw his had move to her breasts and start to caress each. Susan didn't object even when he moved his hand inside of her blouse and her bra. He was now pinching her nipples and she was kissing him deeply. My fantasy was being fulfilled right in front of me! 

Susan caught my eye and she looked scared until she saw me smiling and I nodded that they should continue. I broke the tension by suggesting that we move this to the bedroom. Dave glanced at me and grabbed her hand as she led him into our marriage bed. He started to mumble something about not having a condom but I told him it was alright, that he didn't need to use any.

Susan, by now, had a wild look in her eyes. He undressed her and she stood there fully nude in front of the only other guy besides myself to have seen her naked! She then started to undress him and when his cock came into view, she grasped it and pumped it several times then bent forward to take it into her mouth. Up until this time, I had been the only man that she had ever had sex of any kind with. She took his cock and sucked it completely into her mouth and kept this up until he was fully erect which didn't take long at all. He guided her back on to the bed and lined his cock up with the opening of her pussy and slowly entered her. Her mouth gasped open as she started having an orgasm almost immediately. He started thrusting into her rapidly and after about 15 minutes, he gave a huge thrust and held her tightly as he came inside of her.

He fucked her at least 3 more times that night while I watched. The next morning, Susan was apprehensive and unsure of how she felt and wondered how I was feeling about it. My answer was to lay her on the bed and enter her myself. I had never come so intensely before. We talked about it and she confessed to how wonderful it had felt and we agreed that we would continue to do this on a regular basis. She ended up getting pregnant a couple of times over the next 5 years and we ended up with a boy and a girl. Even though they are not my own biological children, I love them as completely as if they were.