0 comments/ 140152 views/ 6 favorites Real Story By: Lifelong Cpl This story is copyright protected and may not be reproduced in part or whole without the express written consent from the author of this story. It is also not to be used by anyone other than Literotica.com. Let me start by saying this is my first attempt at writing and when a person begins something, I am a firm believer that they should stick with something they know, in my case the truth. So yes this is a true story and if you like my story, I hope to hear positive feedback to start writing some of my wife and I's adventures. If you have criticism for me, please forward it too, but remember be kind, it is my first attempt. Part of this will be written by myself and part by my wife as I was not there for all of this story. Names have been changed to protect our identities. Enjoy!!! * * * * * Mike: Renee and I got married and started a perfect life together. Let me start by describing Renee for you; she's 5'4", 125lbs, 36c/d cup, blondish brown hair, hazel eyes and has the most sensitive shaved pussy I have ever seen or felt. She is a good cross between Lorraine Bracko and Sarah Jessica Parker when it comes to looks and body. We had been using birth control pills as her method of protection. Renee had previously been married to a very mean man who degraded her and beat her while never satisfying her sexual needs. She never knew she had such a sensually diverse side to her until after we made love and she experienced her first real orgasms with a man. After her initial opening up, she learned to masturbate, watch porno and relate her fantasies to me. Most of them seem rather tame as she had just started having fantasies for the first time in her life. For example; to have her wrist held tightly, to imply force, when having sex. She was very receptive and immediately loved sucking cock to orgasm and having a hard cock stuffed up her perfectly shaped ass. Renee worked as a hostess at a little dance club in a small town. She had many men ogling her and throwing themselves at her feet nightly, which she contributed to them being drunk. I used to wait for her at home and couldn't wait for the time she would be joining me. Usually after work, she had a shot or two of alcohol and occasionally went out for a bite to eat with her coworkers at this small town's version of an all night Denny's. A drunk woman is one of the sexiest sights on earth. Whenever Renee gets tipsy, she becomes extremely aroused and it is during these times I have found out most of her more exciting fantasies. I would wait for her to come home from the club and inquire about the guys hitting on her during the night. We would both get a little randy and usually end up having fantastic sex for a large remainder of the night. I found out that as this happened more and more, I would stroke my cock and fantasize about the guys getting hard and the methods of they would employ trying to get into her pants. This and the occasional thought of her somehow letting them get away with a little something would have me on the verge of cumming for the hours leading up to her coming home. One of our fondest fantasies is to think of one of my wife's previous boyfriends named Richie. He is a very good-looking guy with a huge eleven-inch cock. My wife had never actually seen it, but she had felt it up against her stomach on their dates and once it was lying against her ass as they slept together after a party. The girls at the club often referred to his huge cock as the bat. Every one of them would say, "He's never going to stick that thing near me!", but he had stretched a lot of them on dates after they said that. Richie and I were once using the urinal in the club restroom side by side. I couldn't help myself and looked down. What I saw was unbelievable, he was holding his cock with both hands and a good 3 inches was still extended from his hands and it was 3/4 the size of a beer can. I got hard immediately. I couldn't even take a leak, not to mention I couldn't take my eyes off of it. He was watching me look at his cock as it thickened in his hands and the head flared. At that moment, three guys walked into the restroom. I think had it not been for someone walking in I would have probably at least touched it. When Renee made it home that night I told her I had indeed witnessed Richie's massive cock with my own eyes. She thought I was just trying to arouse her, but in the end finally believed what I had told her. She was immediately wet and her pussy was the loosest I have ever felt it. During the day, I had stopped by a local lingerie shop. I ended up purchasing a ten-inch long seven-inch around blue veiny vibrator and affectionately named it Richie for Renee. I looked deep in Renee's eyes and told her to stay in bed as I was getting Richie. She had an immediate quizzical look on her face. That looked quickly changed from quizzical to semi-fear as she saw the size of the vibrator I had purchased. I forcefully spread her legs apart and stuck the head inside her pussy. As soon as I switched on the vibrator she immediately went into an orgasm. I asked her if she wanted to fuck Richie's long fat cock and she screamed, "Yes!" She immediately went into strong convulsions and the fake-cock slipped up inside her almost all the way. I leaned down and sucked hard on her clit. She came so hard and long that she only made a gurgling sound and momentarily passed out. When she awoke and could speak intelligently, I asked her what she thought about that made her cum so hard. She said it was the thought of Richie ramming his big cock in her while I ate her cunt and his load out of her when he was done. I got so excited that I pumped my cock up and down only a few times before cumming all over her legs and went to sleep. The next night was Thursday and Renee had to work at the club. I noticed that Renee's birth control pack was in our dresser and the pills for the last three days had not been taken. I jacked off and teased myself like normal until I finally fell asleep at 3am, she should have been home by 2:30am at the latest. When I woke up about 6am, Renee was laying next to me showered and asleep. We both awoke for the day about 10am. I immediately started playing with her and asked her if one her boyfriends had kept her out all night. She said she just got caught up having a few drinks and talking with friends from the club. She said she had just lost track of time. I immediately took Richie out and started sucking her pussy while fucking her with the oversized object. I asked her if she'd still liked to get fucked. She screamed yes and started cumming. I flipped her over and stuffed my cock up her ass while still forcing that vibrator in her pussy. It was so tight against my cock that I immediately started shooting my cum up her ass. As we uncoupled from each other, she said that I acted like I loved cumming in her rear-end. I said that I didn't have much choice as she had forgotten to take her birth control for the last 3 days. She simply smiled and laughed, but made no comment. After Renee left for work, I went and looked at her birth control pills. She still had not taken any pills. Friday night pretty much went the same as the night before with me falling asleep around 3am. I again found her in bed early in the morning with her excuse being the same. She was receptive to sex in the morning after waking up and even seemed to be encouraging me to cum in her pussy. Using better judgment, I sprayed cum on her tits instead of in her. Well, it was Saturday night now and I was bound and determined to find out the truth once and for all. I went to the club and saw Richie talking to Renee as she worked. I watched her bring him drinks over a 2-hour time frame with money from her till. She seemed to be doting over him. She did look incredible at the club that night. She almost always wore pants, but tonight she was wearing a mini-skirt and it fell about 6 inches above her knees. She seemed to have a lot of tips in her till considering she was buying Richie's drinks. It was getting late and the club would be closing soon. I left and went outside to a place between the buildings behind the club to wait. I watched as Richie and Renee walked out to his van in the parking lot. They were one of the last to leave. As soon as the last car was pulling out they finished the rest of their walk holding hands like a couple. Richie opened her door for her then leaned in and kissed her deeply before shutting the door. He went around and got in his side. I could see them lean towards the center and kiss again before pulling out. I had a ping of jealousy in my stomach like I had been punched, but there was no denying the hard-on that I also had. I had to run the better part of a block to reach the place I had parked the car. By the time I got to my car, started it and attempted to follow them; they had been long gone. I went to the small restaurant where we all hung out, but there was no sign of his van. I stopped and said hi to all the people, but none of them seemed to know where Renee was. I decided I would go home, but no matter what the cost, I would not fall asleep. The time on the clock read 4:53am when she came through the doors on our patio. I was nude in the kitchen hiding and waiting for her. She was slightly staggering as she passed me to make her way down the hall to the bathroom. I snuck up from behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She jumped as she tried to gain her composure. I went to kiss her, but she turned away saying she had gotten sick and needed to go to the bathroom and clean up before she could give me the proper attention. I reached for her shoulder to turn her around to look at me. Her wet hair ran against my arm and hand. I don't know about being sick, but what I could smell was a strong smell of sex. I looked her over and her hair still had cum dripping from it. I kissed her and forced my tongue into her mouth. It tasted just like she'd been sucking someone off. I grabbed her by her arm and forced her into the bedroom. As I flipped the light on, the sight before me was one to behold. One whole side of her head was matted with cum. I forced her back into a sitting position on the bed. As she sat down, her legs spread. She had no panties on and the whole back of her skirt was filled with cum. I spread her legs apart and saw that her pussy was swollen and stretched with what seemed like a ton of cum pouring from her. She shocked me by grabbing the back of my head and forcing me down to her dripping pussy. Before my lips could even touch her pussy she was screaming, "Eat my pussy!" over and over as she was cumming. I couldn't deny or disappoint her so I finished leaning in and stuck my tongue right in her stretched out pussy. I found the taste very sexy and pleasant and started to eat her with enthusiasm. She was having orgasm after orgasm. I pulled back to look into her face as she came. That's when I noticed that her asshole was all stretched out and there was cum dripping from it. I was very surprised that her ass could take a cock the size of Richie's. At that moment I was so turned-on and proud. I had her get up on her hands and knees. It was then that I felt I must prove my love for her by leaning in and tonguing the cum from her derriere. This launched her into multiple orgasms as she rubbed her clit for me. I needed to find my own release. I stood and slid my cock into her asshole effortlessly. Then I slipped into her pussy with the same effect. Even though I was loving the sloppy feeling, I needed more friction. I grabbed her wet hair and pulled her head down on my cock. I went all the way to the back of her throat. Something I had never been able to do during our lovemaking. She was never able to take the bottom 2 inches of my cock in her throat as she claimed it hit her gag reflex. It felt so good I pulled her head tight against me and came. She didn't even flinch as she sucked my cum down in just 2 swallows of her throat. I got "Richie" and started sliding it into her pussy, I had initially tried to squeeze it up her ass, but she said she was too raw there. It went into her pussy much easier then it had previously. I asked her to tell me why she came home looking so used. She started telling me about these two different guys who were forcing her. I cut her off mid-sentence and told her if she didn't tell me the truth I would end up sliding "Richie" up her ass as punishment. She just closed her eyes and acted as if she didn't know where to start. I told her of my going to the club, seeing her doting over Richie, buying him drinks and what I had seen when the club closed. A tear came down her cheek as she told me she was sorry if she had hurt me or our marriage. I told her as long as we were totally honest with each other we could work through anything. With a couple of deep breaths, she told me, it was mainly my fault for her extra-marital play. Then she unfolded this incredible story for me. Renee: First off let me state that it was by total accident that I missed taking my birth control pills three days in a row. I went to work on Thursday as normal and it was karaoke night at the club. Nothing happened much in the beginning, two guys were steadily ordering drinks and trying their best to pick me up. As I came back to their table, the cuter one of the two pulled me by my hips sideways and my only choice was to sit in his lap or risk spilling the drinks. I put their drinks down then told him this wasn't a strip bar and I couldn't give a lap dance. In an effort not to bruise his ego or ruin my tips from basically my only patrons, I stood, turned and gently patted his lap stating that he did have a nice lap to sit on, but this plan backfired in my face because I ended up patting his hard-on. It was the same size as Mike's length-wise but seemed much thicker. Everytime I went to their table after, he made sure I got a chance to see the outline of his cock. Now married woman or not, that kind of flattery, is bound to make any woman wet and a little randy. Eventually they did indeed leave and about 10 minutes later Richie walked in. I figured, great I'm going from being teased by one cock to another, especially after what Mike told me about Richie. The child in me wanted to unwrap his pants like a Christmas present. Richie made some small talk with me. He was charming and pleasant as always. I thought quickly about how he had always been a great kisser. Back when we dated, I didn't know I could appreciate a cock his size or any cock for that matter. I am more open, honest and realize my own sensuality since seeing Mike. I know that sex can be all about me sometimes, not just spending five minutes to make an unappreciative guy cum. I kept working, but it was apparent, being the week before payday in a little small town would be sparing on tips. I was able to get off early. I sat with Richie and had a few drinks. I must have had one or two too many. I felt I had to use the restroom before I left the club, but when I went to stand I found myself grabbing the chair for balance. Richie laughed and said, "Too much serving them, not enough drinking them!" He volunteered like the gentleman he had always been to help me make my way to the restroom. I was walking with my arm around his waist and he had his arm around my shoulder as we had when we dated. It was a very nice warm comforting feeling. As I used the potty, I went to wipe and noticed my panties were completely soaked through and I was dripping juicy. I figured I'd better get home soon or I might get into some trouble. Richie asked me if he could drive me to our local hangout. I said I was in no condition to drive and agreed to this. As we walked out to his van, I found one of his hands squeezing my asscheeks and when we finally got to his van he opened the side door of the van. He laid the bench-seat down like a three-quarters bed. Even though the hangout is only two miles away, I must have passed out or fell asleep. When I awoke my head was lying on a blanket in Richie's lap and he was caressing my hair. We were parked at one of the local parks that looked off a cliff out into the stars over the ocean. I had a blanket on me, but it was then that I noticed I had no pants on. I checked and still had my panties on. I asked him what the deal with my pants was. He asked me in the past if he had always been a gentleman and I agreed he had. Then he merely stated that my pants looked like they were cutting off my circulation and he took them off so I could be comfortable. Then I noticed my bra was gone too. He said he wanted a momento to remember this by and admitted that he had seen my breasts when he removed it. I slyly asked if he had also seen under my panties. He said, "Well, yes." Then he said, "Don't be mad, it isn't what you think." He said as he tried to pull my pants off; my panties came down too. Once he had my pants off he tried to pull my panties back up, but I had spread my legs. He did get to see my swollen pussy. He said that by rubbing my clit for a second, I closed my legs and allowed him to finish pulling them back up. This really got my juices re-flowing. Richie then shocked and caught me a little off guard by asking me what had made me so wet. When I didn't answer right a way, he said he had noticed I had changed in attitude and self-confidence for the better since being with Mike. He then asked again why I was so wet or if I was always like that. I said that alcohol always effects me a little like this and told of the story of the 2 guys earlier, but I wasn't ready to tell him he had probably finished off the waterfalls inside me. I got flustered and threw it back at him, "What turns you on?" (Mike: This is the part she blames me for) With that he said married women have always been a turn-on to him and when their hubbies stare at his cock, that also turns him on. He asked if Mike had told me he saw it. I said yes. He asked what Mike had thought of it. I don't know why, but the first words out of my mouth were, "If you two had been alone any longer you probably would have gotten a blowjob." Next thing I knew the blanket flew back and Richie was sitting with no pants or underwear on. His cock was indeed massive and it pointed right at my mouth. Richie just placed his hand on the back of my head, pushed ever so slightly until his cockhead slid inside my mouth. It had a big glob of precum at the tip of his cock and that was the first thing that touched my tongue. It tasted so creamy and amazingly sweet. Now he was rocking into my face as he pushed slightly harder on the back of my head. I reached around and placed my hand on the shaft and stroked it up and down his length. I finally rested my hand on his balls. They felt so full and deprived. They were both about the size of a baseball with each being about the size of a golf ball. I love in pornos where guys shoot a huge load. Sometimes I would rather sacrifice seeing a smaller cock that shoots a huge load than a large one that just dribbles. It felt like I had both larger and more here. He then did something that was unexpected. He said that I needed to get used to sucking a cock his size and he literally shoved about 7 thick inches down my throat. He told me to breathe through my nose while holding down my head. I don't know why, but I just started cumming. I ended up swallowing about another inch but no more and I was far off from doing the whole thing. He started thrusting in my mouth while telling me that I sucked his cock better than anyone ever had. He pulled me up long enough to kiss me and strip off my top. We tongue kissed as he roughly kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples. I jacked his cock with both hands, which seemed to produce several large drops of precum down his head and shaft. He then turned me stomach down on the seat. He got behind me and I could feel his cock pressing against the fabric of my panties and pushing into me. It was then I remembered about not taking my birth control pills. I told Richie he couldn't penetrate me if he didn't use a condom because I had missed taking my birth control pills this morning (even though it had really been a couple of days). He just pulled my panties completely off my ass and what I felt next was a mixture of heaven and hell. He pushed his wet sloppy head into my pussy. I knew I should have stopped him for Mike's and my marriage's sake, but just like my mouth about eight inches disappeared in me. Oh gawd, I'm cumming now even thinking about it just like I did then. Richie grabbed my shoulders and started shoving his cock home inside me. I have been able to take about 9 inches of the vibrator Mike bought for me and that is about where he was bottoming out at. I managed to puff out between strokes that he should pull out when he came. He pushed in tight against me and said I had "BIGGER" things to worry about, then he slowly and a little painfully pushed his last 2 inches into me. I had never been so full or stretched. It became the most wonderful sensation that I have ever felt and then he started slowly jerking. I could feel his warm pulsing and spraying inside my pussy. All I could say before launching into the biggest orgasms of my life was, "Yes!!!!!!!" Real Story of Becoming a Dom 10/97 There are lots of good Fiction books out there as well as well as this wonderful site. I just recently found this site – but thought I would share about my experience with a book and some of this kind of erotic reading. I began my interest off the net - reading things - and understanding that this was not a "bad" thing - and then more and more started to accept this part of me -- as I did - I gained valuable understanding of who I was - but I was newly divorced and needed to share with some one - to fulfill the physical side - to take a leap and KNOW if this was me or not. This was around Halloween 5 years ago now. I was dating a woman that I got along with sexually very well - (it was vanilla at that time) - but we were just then started to talk about some of the things that we had found on the net(I met her on the net as well at first) - anyway - we were going to a Halloween party - that was a bit of a fetish party as well - it was called the Sex-tasy Ball - it was held at a local bar here in Louisville - and it had TONs of people -- some dressed ins wonderful fetish wear - so that you knew that this was just not a Halloween costume -- and some - well -- some you can tell it was just for the night. But they did have a spanking and flogging exhibition upstairs -- which was cool -- and down stairs near the entrance there was some tattooing going on -- what a fest for the senses. As the night was going on and drinks were being consumed --the party was a blast. My date was dressed in a Elvira out fit - and she had the breasts to fill it out as well - so I was a happy camper - and I was dresses as a sexy devil (I am including a picture of me - taken just before the Ball) and my costume had some chains on in as you can see. Our mind was flooded with images - and we stayed in a heightened since of sexuality all night. When the bar closed that night at 4am - we then went to my apartment together and sort of collapsed in the bed together - dancing and drinking had done us in - we just fell asleep - nude - lying next to each other. The next morning I awoke first - and because of the drinking that I had done the night before - I got up to get some water - my mouth was very dry - I came back into the bedroom and was standing at the doorway and looking at my girl friend -- nude on my bed - and just starting to lazily wake up. She looked at me and smiled -- this part of my memory is so crystal clear - I smiled back and said - "do you trust me?" and she said "completely" - ahhh -- what sweet words those were to me. - What perfect words there were at that time. I said right then - with a big shit eating grin on my face "ok - I have a surprise for you then." - I went to the living room and gathered the chains off my costume - and brought them into the bedroom - and proceeded to restrict her movement with the chains - my first experience with the control that bondage plays -- I was Hooked!!!! - she was wonderful and in ecstasy. -- what a day that was. After that - we started to explore a little more. I had been starting to chat with some people about BDSM and some one had suggested the Anne Rice Books - The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. Which we then bought -- in the evenings that she would spend over at my apartment - I would bind her in different ways - but always blindfold her as well -- I would have the lights off - except for candle light - for it set the mood and just made the bedroom more of the play room that it was meant to be - and by the candle light - she within my reach - her naked body - tied up - I would read to her - out loud from these books -- filling her head with these images -- making the sound of my voice her concentration - occasionally - I would run a finger along her body - and I would revel at the affects that it would have - nipples stiffening -- her wetness flowing - being bound -- and these images in her head -- the sensual ness of the vanilla candle burning filling the air -- just the sound of my voice -- a simple kiss from me could make her cum. I loved the control that I had. I started calling her my Beauty -- after the main character in the book - and then I became Beauty's Keeper -- and that became my screen name as well -- as I studied more on the net. After about a year - we broke up - as some times those things happen -- so I changed my name to Keeper - because I was no longer Keeping my Beauty -- but I knew that this was one thing that I did not want to let go out of my life - the sensual and sexual ness of being the Dom that I was. I don't say became - because I was always that way - I just discovered my true self. -- Over the years since then - I have had some other personal and physical times that my play has involved bondage and some spankings - fisting - some wax play -- but my aim has always been more on the sensual ness -- sexiness of this lifestyle - I could not really ever get into the pain aspects - but different strokes for different people. My mind understood this part of me perfectly then - and I have also helped people over the net discover about themselves as well. This is all about honesty - about taking the mask away and revealing who you really are. To understands the needs in yourself - and finding the complementary partner to bring those parts out of you - to have the Ultimate experience. I wish you all well - I wish you all find your partners that you are searching for. keep trying -- keep exploring - things come to those that seek - but are also patient. I am glad that I was able to share this in a wonderful forum like this. John Z -- The Keeper Real Story of Mrs Claus & the Elves There are no underage characters in this story. Being that this is a story about Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus, all characters betrayed are way over the age of 18. This is a Winter Contest story, please vote. * This is the real, unedited, sexually explicit story of Mrs. Claus & the Elves. A true story, the names of the elves were changed to protect their families and to spare them from embarrassment. Alas, Christmas will never be the same. "You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry, you'd better not pout, I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town. He's making as list, he's checkin' it twice, he's gonna find out whose naughty or nice, Santa Claus is coming to town. He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows if you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good (so you'd) better be good for goodness sake." Trying to cheer himself up to salvage his Christmas holiday, Santa silently sung himself Christmas songs in the privacy of his office. The safe haven he ran to when hiding himself from the lunacy of Mrs. Claus, he needed some time alone to think. "Rudolph the red-nose reindeer, had a very shiny nose, and if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows. All of the other reindeer, used to laugh and call him names—" Even after playing Bing Crosby, Burl Ives, and Nat King Cole records, it's no use. For the first time in his life, submerged in a deep, dark funk, Santa was depressed. Instead of singing Christmas songs, Nick stood and turned to stare out his office window while letting out soulful sighs. Normally very jolly at this time of the year, he was out of sorts. Instead of being happy, he was sad because, instead of being good, Mrs. Claus was being bad, very bad. The good news was that it was snowing. It was going to be a white Christmas after all and, if only by that weather related fact, he was happy. The bad news was that his wife having gone absolutely bonkers, was driving him mad. Ruining everything by being so difficult to please and putting a big damper on his Christmas, she's been bloody certifiable of late. * * * * * Never having had a problem with Mrs. Claus before, he was having some serious issues with her now. With her never acting like this before, he didn't understand why she was so problematic now. Demanding that she get what she wants when she wants it, especially in regards to her Christmas gift, she's suddenly turned into a real bitch. Being that she's been dieting lately, maybe it was something she ate or didn't eat. Maybe it was something hormonal but he was at a loss to explain her sudden mood swings. Lately, instead of wearing his trademark red, velvet stocking cap trimmed with white fur, he's been walking around the house wearing his Tom Brady, New England Patriots, autographed football helmet that he received as a Christmas gift from Mrs. Claus last year. Whenever she sees him walking through his toy shop, she throws things at him, mostly non-lethal Christmas ornaments. He didn't understand why she's so insistent on him giving her what so she wants for Christmas, when knowing full well that he was unwilling and unable to fulfill her Christmas wish, she's been on a rampage ever since. Without doubt, not related to his sudden foul mood, his sadness was more related to what his wife wanted for Christmas, her Christmas gift, than it was to the Christmas season itself. He loved Christmas, he loved the Christmas season, he loved children, and he loved his wife. Instead of feeling happy that he relented and agreed to finally make his wife's wish come true, he was sad. Unlike other years when he couldn't give her what she so wanted, submitting to the sexual desires of his beloved, for the first time in a very long time, he was finally going to give his wife, Mary, exactly what she wanted for Christmas. Something she's been asking him for years, he wished he could give her a baby but as hard and as often as they tried, babies, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren were out of the question and not in their cards. Now too old to have a child of their own anyway, they unselfishly shared their happiness, their joy, and their wealth with the children of the world. As she does every year, just before he was scheduled to leave to make his Christmas Eve deliveries, Mary climbed up on his lap as she's done for hundreds of years, from the first day they were married, and whispered what she wanted for Christmas in his ear. Not a materialistic woman, never wanting a new car, a diamond necklace, or a fur coat, he already knew what it was she wanted. After asking for a baby and unable to give her that, alas, she was asking for a second wish that he couldn't give her either. Every year, in the way that she asked for a baby with her first wish, her second wish was always the same. After he was able to make so very many people happy by fulfilling their Christmas wishes, it made him sad that he was unable to make his own wife happy by fulfilling her Christmas wish too. "I only want one thing Nick. All that I want is a baby. Give me a baby, Nick. A baby is all that I want for Christmas. Please give me a baby," she said saying the same thing every year. Spending days, nights, weeks, months, and years trying to give her the only thing that she so wanted, unable to oblige her, unable to give her what she asked him for, he gave her a multitude of gifts, clothes, treats, sweets, and jewelry. Seemingly happy with all that he gave her and appreciative of his generosity, he knew that the one thing that she so wanted, a baby, was something that he was unable to give her. Without thinking twice, she'd exchange her mountain of Christmas presents for a baby. Odd that a couple who loved children so very much couldn't have a child of their own, the other shoe, it's funny how life is sometimes so ironic, sadistic, and mean. Now that they're an older, semi-retired couple living on Social Security, Medicare, and what little else they were able to set aside from selling toys year round from his toy shop, Mary hasn't asked him for a baby in a very long time. Her wishes and desires, not for herself, were always for someone else, someone in need and someone who was having a difficult, financial time. In this still bad economy with so many people out of work, out of money, and out of hope, Santa felt frazzled that he couldn't provide for all, not even for his wife, especially for his wife. Not wanting anything for herself, he couldn't remember the last time she made a wish expressly and selfishly for herself, that is, until now. "God help me. What should I do? What should I do?" He look up to the Heaven's to pray for God's help, guidance, and forgiveness for what he was about to do. * * * * * With Mary's childbearing years over, a long ago, after she reached menopause, her Christmas wishes suddenly changed from asking for a baby and from asking for a gift for someone else in dire need to asking something disgusting for herself. Finally, not giving her Christmas wish away to someone else, she asked him for a wish expressly and especially for herself. For the first time, Mary asked him for a gift that was specifically and personally for her. Oh, boy, oh boy, shockingly bad, was it ever personal. Alas, once again, Mary wanted something else that Nick was unable to provide and, perhaps, unwilling to give his wife. As she did every year, she climbed up on his lap and whispered her wish in his ear. The first time he heard her whisper her wish, as if a jolt of electricity surged through his body, he was shocked. He was stunned. Wondering if he was losing his hearing, he couldn't believe what she asked him to give her for Christmas. He couldn't believe what he thought he heard. He looked at her as if she was kidding. He looked at her as if she had lost her mind or had been into the cooking sherry again. Maybe he was right and his hearing was going and maybe he heard only what he thought she said. Certainly, his beloved Mary would never ask him for something so vilely wicked and so outrageously sexual. Mary was a good woman, a God fearing woman, a church going, Christen woman, and not a sexual woman at all. She'd never ask for what he thought she just asked to have and she'd never ask him to give her the permission to have. * * * * * "Pardon? Please forgive me. I'm sorry Mary. I think I need to have my hearing checked. I'm embarrassed to tell you what I thought you said," he said with a laugh. "Ho! Ho! Ho! Could you please repeat what you want for Christmas? I didn't hear what you said," he said leaning his ear closer to his wife's mouth. She moved her mouth away from his ear to take his white bearded face in her kind hands and to make eye contact with him and his rosy cheeks. As if he was, indeed, hard of hearing but could read lips, she acquiesced herself to his hearing disability by slowly mouthing the words. "I said," she said again this time a little louder and a lot slower while enunciating each word. "I want to have my sexy, sexual way with the elves," she said unashamed and unembarrassed by her Christmas wish. "Mary!" He looked at her with astonishment that his wife would dare ask him for such a forbidden gift. Ignoring his protestation, she continued in her lustful plea for her husband to satisfy her Christmas wish and her sexual needs by allowing her to have her wicked, sexual way with not one of the elves but with all of the elves. "While kissing me, touching me, and feeling me where no elf should ever touch and feel Mrs. Claus," she said touching and feeling herself all over and where Santa hasn't touched and felt Mrs. Claus in a very long time. "While French kissing me and feeling me through my clothes, I want the elves to slowly strip me naked," she said whispering her sexual desire for the elves in his ear again. "Mary!" Lost for words, Mary was all that he could say. "I want the elves to tie me to the bed and have their wicked sexual way with my naked body," she said. Explicitly continuing in her sexual depravity, she threw her head back as if having an orgasm while wrapping her arms around herself as if she was being ravished by twelve diminutive elves, before speaking in my graphic detail all that she wanted for Christmas. "I want to be fucked by a small, little army of men, Santa. I want to suck cocks Saint Nick," she said closing her eyes while swooning before popping open her eyes to see the reaction her husband had by all that she said. "Mary! What's come over you? How could you ask me, your husband, for such a luridly wicked wish?" "What's gotten over me? Lust has consumed me in the way of a forest fire consuming a pine forest. I'm horny Nick. I'm aflame with lustful desire and sexual passion," she said leaning into him again to whisper her naughtiness in his ear. "Mary stop. You must stop talking me in such a perverted way. I'm so embarrassed for you," said Santa. Not to be put off and made to feel bad by his old fashioned ways when it came to sex, she continued. "After cumming in my pussy, I want the elves to cum in my mouth," when he tried moving away from her, she pulled him closer by a yank of his long, white beard to stare in his beady, blue eyes. "Then, still not done with me, I want a dozen elves to give me a dozen cum baths. With cum all over my face, my hair, and my tits, I want to be awash in elven cum." "Mary!" Santa stood while pushing his wife from his lap. He watched her fall to the floor as if she was his sack laden with toys. "Ow, Santa, that hurt," she said rubbing her ass in the way that he now imagined the elves rubbing her ass. "Have you been drinking? Are you on drugs? Maybe you've been up here in the frozen tundra for too long. Maybe you need a vacation. Maybe you should go to Miami to see your mother, Betty White. No, that won't work with South Beach out your hotel room door and all those hot, young men strutting their stuff along the beach," he said mumbling to himself before pointing his stiff finger of accusation at her. "You'd never say such vile things to me if your father, George Burns, and your uncles, Bob Hope and Jack Benny, were still alive." "I'm not leaving here and leaving you during the busiest time of the year Nick," she said tossing back and fluffing out her long, white, sensuous hair. With most of her blouse unbuttoned, she was showing Santa a long line of cleavage and more breasts than he's seen of her since their Honeymoon. "I refuse to leave the North Pole." "I know, maybe you should go to a woman's retreat at the convent," said Santa ignoring her plea to remain at the North Pole with her husband. "Yes, it will do you good to spend a week alone on your knees praying with the nuns instead of a week here on your knees sucking the cocks of the elves. Temptation is the root of all of your evil thoughts," he said while waving his finger at her. "Fuck off Santa," said Mrs. Claus. "If you're not going to give me what I want for Christmas then I'm going to take what I want for Christmas," she said tearing open the rest of her blouse buttons to show more of her breasts just short of exposing her areolas and nipples in her low cut bra. Having never heard his wife use such naughty words, Santa couldn't believe his ears. Having never seen Mrs. Claus act in such a naughty way and reveal so much skin, he was shocked. He didn't know what to do. The first time for everything, he may have to cross Mrs. Claus off of his good girl Christmas wish list for being so very naughty. Admittedly though, her X-rated wish to have sex with the elves did excite Santa in a sexual way and he felt his pole erecting by the naughty thoughts of his elves seeing his wife naked and fucking his wife from behind while she sucked their cocks before giving her a cum bath. Wow, he never thought he'd think of Mrs. Santa, elves, and cum bath in one sentence. Unfortunately, in the way that she asked for a baby, if he didn't feel bad enough that he couldn't give her a baby, tragically, she asked him for another wish that he just couldn't give her. After all that she's lovingly and unselfishly has done for him for so long, he needed to give her the one thing that she really wanted and what she really wanted was to have sex with the elves. He needed to relent and to finally make her happy this Christmas by fulfilling her wish. Only, if someone was to discover their sexual scandal, how would it look? The wife of their employer, how could he allow the elves to have their sexual way with his wife's body? They'd never respect her or him ever again, after having their wicked way with Mrs. Claus. How could she willing want the elves to have their wicked way with her naked body? Why all of a sudden? With swinging something that couples do when they're younger, why now? He didn't understand. If he knew she wanted to participate in the swinging lifestyle, he could have had sex with Marilyn Monroe, Natalie Wood, and Elizabeth Taylor when they offered him sex after seeing him coming down their chimneys. If he knew she was open to the swinging lifestyle, she could have had sex with Rudolph Valentino, Clark Gable, and Steve McQueen when she had the chance. Trying to logically analyze her reasoning for wanting to have sex with his elves, he didn't understand why his wife would ask for such a devilishly demonic wish. Just when he was feeling comfortably relieved that he no longer had those bothersome, sexual urges and just as he was feeling less guilty in his inability to sexually satisfy his wife, she was wanting more sex instead of wanting less sex. With her not wanting to have sex with just one other man outside of their marriage, she wanted to sexually entertain a dozen other men. Having read about such sexual scenarios in swinging magazines that the elves left all over the men's room floor, instead of rejecting it and denying her sexual urges, no doubt Mrs. Claus subscribed to their passion for forbidden sex as well. No doubt, by trying swinging, she was wanting to be a swinger. Next, giving whomever was looking an up skirt peek of her white, granny panties, she'd be asking him if she could climb down the chimneys with him. Can't she understand how hurt that would make him feel to know that another man has had his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and/or in her pussy? Next, if she already hasn't, forsaking her big, white, granny bloomers, she'll be ordering red, sexy, crotchless panties from Victoria Secrets. * * * * * Preposterous, absolutely preposterous, although this was her Christmas wish, there was just no way that he could fulfill her sexual wish. When he's never even seen his wife naked, always undressing in the dark, in the bathroom, or in the closet, how could he allow twelve, diminutive men to see her without her clothes? Certainly, by the impressions her big bosoms and her hard nipples made in her clothes, he's well aware that Mrs. Santa has big tits and huge nipples but not willing to share her abundant breasts with the elves, something as personal as his wife's body should remain private. It's one thing for her to ask him if she could have sex with one man, the butcher, the baker, or the candlestick maker, and maybe he'd agree to that but for her to want to have sex with twelve, little men was ridiculous. Indeed, such lunacy, Mary wanted a Merry Christmas gangbang and/or a happy holiday's circle jerk. Mary wanted to pull a train before having the elves disappearing deep within her tunnel of forbidden love. Then, if that wasn't bad enough, kneeling in the middle and with all the elves surrounding her, she wanted a circle jerk and a cum bath when he's never even had the disrespectful audacity to give her a cum bath himself. Perhaps, maybe had he given his wife a cum bath when he had so much cum to spare and share, she wouldn't be asking for a cum bath now. Alas, the only cum bath he could give her now is just a misty sprinkle. Indeed, Mary was bad, very bad indeed and unfortunately, he'd have to remove her from his good girl Christmas list for being so naughty. For the first time in his married life, he'd have to fill her stocking with coal and orange peels. Just a thought, suddenly going with the sexual flow while thinking of a way for Santa to reinstate Mary on his good girl list, perhaps Mary might be so bad that she's good. Yes, of course. That's it. Imagining himself masturbating while watching his wife having passionate sex, it may be titillating to watch her sexually satisfying twelve, little elves. "Ho! Ho! Ho!" * * * * * Back to reality from briefly entertaining a sexual fantasy, after being faithfully married for hundreds of years, how could he allow his elves to violate and penetrate his wife in such a sexual way? Tit for cock, he's been sexually tempted plenty of times too, but he'd never cheat on his wife, not once, not ever, never. He didn't dare risk his reputation and his toy business for a quick roll in the hay with a stranger, even with a celebrity, that he met on Christmas Eve. How would that sex scandal play out in the morning papers on Christmas Day the holiest of days? He'd be the laughing stock of Christmas. No one would ever trust him with their children again. He'd be ruined. He could see the newspapers, celebrity magazines, and rumor mill rags now. "Santa is tempted. Santa is bad, very bad. The secret sexual life of Santa Claus. The complete list of Santa's lovers and affairs. Santa has a secret lover. Santa has a love child. Santa was caught naked and in the arms of another woman. Santa is a dirty, old man. Santa is hated by children the world over." Then, he thought of Mrs. Claus' scandal. "Mrs. Claus is the sexy, sexual bitch of twelve, horny elves." Ruining his good example that he's set for children for a millennium, he could just imagine the bad press now. He envisioned himself being interviewed by Oprah, Barbara Walters, and Katie Couric as if he was a perverted letch. When two of those women are whores and the other one is a lesbian, they are women who have had their sexual lives swept beneath the carpet by dumping enough hush money in someone's hands. If the public only knew the truth about the sexual lives of Oprah, Barbara Walters, and Katie Couric, they wouldn't dare humiliate him on live TV. Taking pleasure in taking him down a notch from his lofty perch, no doubt they'd crucify him on TV. Real Story of Mrs Claus & the Elves Forgetting about himself and his reputation, how could he disappoint all of those children for 2 hours, an hour, okay, 15 minutes, more realistically 3 minutes of orgasmic bliss with a woman, no doubt, someone else's wife? He couldn't be a home wrecker. It wouldn't be worth it. He could never do that to the children. He could never ruin his beloved Christmas. Besides, but for his own hand, in his condition, he could never get and maintain an erection long enough and hard enough to satisfy any woman's pussy. * * * * * He could write a book of all the things he's seen when unexpectedly coming down someone's chimney. Knowing that it's Christmas and he'd be visiting, the least that people could do is to have a chimney sweep clean their chimney. Albeit just once a year, covered in soot from head to toe, his dry cleaning bill is a nuisance expense. With their children upstairs asleep in their beds, he couldn't count the number of times he's seen a woman in her revealing, sexy nightgown. He couldn't count the number of times that he saw a man and a woman, a man and a man, and a woman and a woman naked while having sex in front of the Christmas tree. If that wasn't embarrassing enough for him and, perhaps for them too, then there were those times that he caught wives cheating on their husbands while their spouses were working on Christmas Eve. How dare they cheat on their spouses? How could they do that to their children? How could they violate Christmas with adulterous sex? Immediately, only leaving their children in the good list, he crossed them out on his good girl list and wrote their mothers on the bad girl list. Bribing him with money, bribing him with sex, and bribing him with cookies, he's seen lots of naked women who had bigger tits and better bodies than Mary having sex with men who weren't their husbands. Yet, in the way that he saved himself only for his wife, he was hoping that she'd save herself only for him. Alas, it's all ruined now. Nothing is the same. With his wife wanting other men, younger men, albeit elves, and with his wife forsaking him because he can no longer get and maintain an erection, he felt like such a loser. "The elves! Those frigging, little elves! It's all about those damn, sneaky Elves! Sons of bitches, dirty frigging bastards. How dare they lust over my wife? How dare she lust over them?" He's not stupid. He's not blind. He's seen how she looks at them and touches their little heads, their little shoulders, and their small arms. He's seen how she slaps them on their asses when they've had a good day with toy production. He's seen her rubbing their knees and they're thighs when sitting together with them on their tea break. He's even seen her holding hands with them. What else has she already done with the elves that he doesn't know? Has she already fucked them? Has she already sucked them? Have they already seen his wife naked? How dare they? How dare she? * * * * * In the way that he knows the names of his reindeer, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Blitzen, and Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, she knows the elves all by name when he can't tell one from the other. Abraham, Bartholomew, Charlie, Daniel, Frank, George, Henry, Mark, Paul, Ralph, Tom, and Walter, the elves all look the same to him. Seriously, why would any woman in her right mind what to have sex with an elf? In his line of work, no doubt, if he put the word out, she could have sex with any celebrity. Brad Pitt or George Clooney would, no doubt, love to bed Mrs. Claus while knowing that she was just a whisper away to them receiving their Christmas wishes whatever those may be. "They're elves, God damn it, just elves. They're frigging, little elves. They're here to work, not to have sex, especially with my wife. They don't deserve to have sex. Let them go find nymphs to have sex with when not working and on the clock." Undressing her with their beady, little eyes, he sees how they look at her. Perhaps because her sexy ass is nearly at their eye level, he's seen them staring at her round, firm ass as if her cheeks were two big rump roasts and they were hungry to eat her. He's watch them wiggle their little fingers for her to lean her ear down to their mouths. As if they have private jokes, he's watched them laughing while looking over at him. "Ho! Ho! Ho! What's so fucking funny? You're just a fucking elf," said Santa not loud enough for his elves to hear. "How's that for funny?" Granted, he's been unable to be a man of late. Somehow the old pole just won't go north anymore, if you know what I mean. Moreover the old pole is more the south pole than the north pole and no longer a stiff pole but more of a bent twig. A shocking eye opener to see, he's seen the elves in the shower. A happy lot and no wonder why, all of them have bigger poles than he does. Rumored that black men have the biggest cocks, it's the elves that can claim that manly title even though they really aren't human. The elves are packing wood, a virtual Christmas tree trunk in their velvet pants and hardwood that goes all the way down their leg to their shoes. Is it any wonder why elves wear pointy toed shoes? * * * * * Diagnosed with diabetes and high blood pressure, the prescription medication that his doctor put him on to save his life makes sexual matters even worse for him. With the blood pressure and drugs for diabetes that he takes, inhibiting his erections, the doctor prescribed Cialis before prescribing Andro-gel, a testosterone supplement. Now he takes both Cialis and Andro-gel whenever the mood strikes Mrs. Claus which seemingly is all the time. "Fuck me Santa. Fuck me. Fuck me Santa. Fuck me." The woman is insatiable. She's turned into such a sexy slut and now that she wants an elven gangbang, she's become a wicked whore. Yet, in his failed attempts to sexually satisfy his wife, perhaps he's doing something wrong. While the Andro-gel helps him look younger and feel more energetic, as if he could hit a homerun over the Green Monster and right out of Fenway Park, the Cialis doesn't work. He's read the box and he's seen the commercials. He faithful rubs his Andro-gel over his shoulders daily and takes the Cialis whenever Mrs. Claus is feeling especially randy. Just as in the commercials, he has the elves set two bathtubs outside in the cold. Averting his eyes while she removes her robe to climb in her tub naked, she watches him climb in his tub naked but nothing ever happens. Maybe the drugs don't work or maybe his libido is too far gone south that his pole will never go north again. "Hey! You elves get back to work. Get away from those windows. Give Mrs. Claus some privacy." God damn elves always watching her removing her robe to climb in the bathtub naked. He can't count how many times they'd seen her naked. With the elves always watching her from the workshop when they're in their respective bathtubs outside in the snow, it makes him wonder if Mary is deliberately flashing them. Maybe, too cold outside, they should move the bathtubs indoors. Yeah, being that it's so cold here, maybe the bathtubs need to be indoors for the Cialis to work. Now that he thinks of it, there's never any snow in the Cialis commercials. * * * * * Relenting to her wish, giving his wife what she so wanted and what she so needed, Santa caved. "Okay Mary. I'm giving you your Christmas wish. You may have adulterous sex with the elves," he said to his wife. "Merry Christmas. Ho! Ho! Ho!" Now every time he uttered Ho, Ho, Ho! He couldn't but think of his wife being a ho, ho, ho." "Oh thank you Nick. Thank you, thank you, and thank you," she said she said giving him a big, wet kiss. I'm so very happy. I can't wait to fuck and suck all of my little men." "I do have one condition," said Santa. "What? Anything. Ask me anything and I'll agree to it. What's your condition Santa?" As if he was one of the elves, she gave him a naughty look. "I bet I know what it is," she said. "I bet you don't," he said. "You want to have sex with my mother, don't you? You've always been sexually attracted to your mother, haven't you? You want to fuck Betty White. Ever since my father, George Burns died, you've always wanted Betty White to suck you," she said with a big smile as if pleased with herself that she believed she was correct in knowing what Santa so wanted as his one condition and what he so wanted for Christmas. "Sorry Mary. No. Just because your mother is a movie star, a big TV celebrity, and has big breasts, I've never been sexually attracted to her. I'd never have sex with your mother," he said. "Being that she's your mother and your blood, that's just nasty." "Then, what's your condition?" She looked at him with curiosity. He looked at her looking at him. "Well, um..." "C'mon Santa. Out with it," said Mary. "Tell me. What's your condition? Let's hear it." "I want to watch," he said turning as red as his red suit. "You want to watch? Watch what?" "I want to be in the bedroom with you and the elves while they kiss you, touch you, feel you, fondle you, caress you, and strip you naked. I want to watch the elves fucking you while you suck them," he said. "Don't worry, I'll sit quietly in the corner. I won't make a sound." "Seriously?" Mary looked at her husband as if seeing him for the first time. "You want to watch me sucking and fucking the elves?" "Yes," he said with his face turning as red as his suspenders. "And it won't upset you to watch the elves gangbang me?" "No, not at all," said Santa. "And it won't upset you to watch the elves giving me a cum bath?" "On the contrary, I'd love to see your hair, face, and big breasts covered by elven cum," said Santa. "Santa, you dirty old man. I never knew you had that in you," said Mary with her own version of Santa's laugh, "Ha! Ha! Ha!" "It would be exciting to watch the elves having their sexual way with your naked body," said Santa. "Okay, I can agree to that," she said, "but I have a condition of my own." "And what's that?" Santa looked at his wife with sexual excitement knowing that she was about to pull a twelve men train. Albeit little men in stature but huge in penis size, watching his wife being gangbanged and given a cum bath would be a sexy sight to see. "I want you to videotape it all so that we can watch the sexual orgy in the privacy of our bedroom later and give you pillow talk while I suck your cock," she said giving him a sexy look. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" "Okay," said Santa. Maybe after watching the video of Mrs. Claus with the elves, maybe after some hot pillow talk about how she felt doing what to which elf, and maybe after she sucked his cock, he'd reinstate her on the good girl list, the very good girl list, indeed. "Yes, I agree to that." That night, 'twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring except for the elves. With stockings hung by the chimney in hopes that St. Nick would soon be there, instead, Santa watched his wife gangbanged in his big bed by twelve elves with room to spare. Masturbating, masturbating, and masturbating, Santa watched his wife being gangbanged while masturbating himself. Licking her pussy and banging his wife, she had a great Christmas with twelve horny elves. Abraham, Bartholomew, Charlie, Daniel, Frank, George, Henry, Mark, Paul, Ralph, Tom, and Walter stripped naked and climbed over Mrs. Claus as if she was a smaller version of Gulliver in Gulliver's Travels. Going from one to the other and to another, Mrs. Claus jerked them, sucked them, and fucked them while they licked, sucked her, and banged her. "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night." THE END This is a Winter Contest story, please vote. Real Story The next thing I felt was the biggest vacancy in my body I've ever felt as Richie pulled his dripping cock out of me. Along with this feeling was an overwhelming feeling of guilt for Mike and our marriage. Richie must have sensed this because he turned me around and pulled my head right back on his cock and told me I should get back to work. His cock was completely covered with our juices and I could feel our fluids running down my thighs. He said that he loved me as I continued to suck his cock. He seemed more urgent as he pumped his cock into my throat this time. He asked if I would let him fuck me again and I moan "mmm hmmm" around his cock mostly just to satisfy his immediate urge. Then he said he wanted me to stay out and fuck him tonight after work. At first I didn't say anything so he pulled me up into his lap and made me straddle his cock again. God, he really knows how to breakdown a girls resolve. After sliding up and down his cock about twice I agreed that I would meet him after work again. He said he only had one more favor to ask of me and I said anything for you. He said he liked the naughtiness of having my unprotected pussy so he didn't want me taking my birth control. I said that wasn't fair to Mike, but he grabbed my shoulders forcing all of his meat into me and start cumming and said, "But this is?" I started cumming and said, "Yes I know, I won't I promise I won't!" We got our clothes back on with the exception of my panties and bra which Richie kept for souvenirs of the occasion. He drove me back home to Mike. I was very nervous that Mike would still be awake waiting for his nightly action. How would I explain this to him? Luckily when I came in the clock said 5:04am and Mike was asleep. I hurriedly took a shower. As I rinsed myself, I saw cum running down my thighs. I started to try and wipe off the cum deposited from Richie and as soon as my hand brushed my clit I started to climax uncontrollably. I finished up with my shower and gently laid down next to Mike in our bed. He woke early as usual and was all over me for sex. He pushed me down and took the lovely vibrator he affectionately named Richie and stuffed it up my pussy. It went in with very little effort and unlike before it went all the way in me, even after all of the showering I was still extremely wet inside. He was so surprised that he flipped me over and forcefully shoved his cock right up my butt. It made me squeeze twice as hard against the vibrator and I could feel his cock and the vibrator rubbing together on my insides. When I started cumming thinking of my lover and my hubby fucking me at the same time so did he. He snuggled up behind me and I mentioned that he really seem to like cumming up my ass. What he said next almost made have a heart attack and an orgasm at the same time. He said, "Well I've noticed you haven't been taking your birth control pill and that didn't leave me too much choice." I was thinking of Richie pumping me full of his cum when Mike nudged me and said, "What are you trying to do, get that sweet little pussy pregnant?" I smiled and stated of course I didn't. I got ready and left for work. Richie was waiting for me when I arrived. I almost told him I couldn't go through with it until he had a drink brought to me. I was shocked by how strong it was. He made a cute little joke about it being as stiff as him. I quickly threw back, that the difference was that he only left my throat sore not burning. The night seemed to go forever. Finally it closed and Richie even helped get people out of the club and stack chairs. I was outside in another 15 minutes. He led me to his van and on his rear view mirror was my bra and panties. We started to drive away when Richie asked me to pull out his cock and play with it. For some reason I started to feel shy despite what had occurred the night before. I looked at him and said that I didn't have my liquid courage like the night before. I asked him if he would be terribly disappointed if I just had him take me home. He almost yelled yes. He said he would IF I agreed to stay in the van and talk with him awhile. I said OK. We arrived at my apartment complex and he said he wanted to park in the back out of sight of most to have our privacy and I said yes as long as he promised to be a good boy. He once again asked me if he'd always been a gentleman. Once he parked, he grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the van. He leaned in and kissed me as I told him he promised to behave. He looked at me in the eyes and asked, "Did you tell Mike about what happened?" I said, "No, but that eventually I would have to tell him." He then asked, "Did you take your birth control pills today?" I again looked down and replied no. He grabbed my chin and asked why not. I said I had promised and had every intention of going through with a night full of sex with him. He pulled me close, so my head was resting on his chest and asked me if Mike had had sex with me today. I told him yes that he makes love to me everyday. He asked me if it was as good and last night. I said, "I didn't cum as hard with him as I did with you." He said he didn't have sex with anyone or even jack off because he wanted tonight to be great again. Richie then said this is killing me and when I looked down at his crotch it was again tented up in my face. I immediately felt very bad for him and his obvious sexual frustration. I started to daydream a little about the night before when I was in an alcohol-induced haze. Was it as big as it seemed? Did I enjoy it as much as I thought I remembered? When I snapped back out of it, I was lazily stroking his full length through his pants. I said, "I feel bad about leaving you with a hard on and maybe I can just give you a hand job." Richie thanked me and said that it would be great. He leaned back and glanced from my face to his crotch. I knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans. He was wearing boxers under them and I pulled the front of both down. He said to wait a minute and pulled them and his shoes off. Just as I had remembered from the night before his cock was huge. I wrapped my hand around his shaft right below the head and started to jack him off. He said that it felt so good. Richie asked me to use both hands on his cock. I jacked him with both hands alternately stroking his shaft with one then playing with his balls as I stroked his shaft. After about two minutes there was a big drop of cum forming at the tip of his penis. As I stroked his cock it slowly started to ooze out of the tip and down the shaft. It was making a very sexy squishing sound and I found it very erotic to have his cum all over my fist as I stroked him. I could feel my pussy getting just as wet as his cock. Richie was humping my fist and then he grabbed my hair and in one swift move shoved my mouth down onto his cock. Richie snatched my shirt right out of my pants and roughly tugged it over my head. Then expertly unfastened my bra saying this is mine. He threw my bra to the front of the van and immediately started squeezing and pinching my nipples. I gasped as he treated my nipple with such roughness. As soon as I did, he shoved my mouth down more on his cock. He asked, "so you didn't tell Mike that you were sucking my cock last night?" Then stated, "But I bet you didn't brush your teeth before you kissed him." "Did you let him cum deep in your pussy like you let me?" he asked. "I bet you had him eat my cum from your pussy when you got home," he stated. I found myself becoming intoxicated by his sexual tone. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down off my ass so I could shove two fingers deep in my drenched pussy. Richie said as he forced my head up and down, "That's right and I'm going to fuck and cum deep in your horny pussy." I pushed my way off his cock and deeply French kissed him whispering, "Yes!" We quickly finished stripping my clothes off me, only leaving on my socks. Richie also stripped down to his socks. He pushed me down on my back and roughly pushed his way between my thighs. He lifted my right leg by the ankle and nudged his thick head at the opening of my pussy. It slipped right in me. He thrust back and forth. He hadn't even made it all the way in me yet and hadn't even given me his full third stroke before I was cumming uncontrollably. Richie was thrusting hard in me and I could feel him throbbing and tensing-up. He looked into my eyes and asked if I wanted his cum deep inside me, adding with a delay, "In places that Mike can't reach?" I couldn't even answer him I could only grunt out a positive noise. Then he said, "Take it!" The next thing I knew or felt was pulsing and wave after wave of warmth being shot into my pussy. I came back to consciousness with Richie whispering that he loved me while kissing me and slowly thrusting inside me. Richie moved up on my chest and laid his slippery cock between my tits. As he thrust between them, his magnificent cock was making contact with my mouth. I opened my mouth and accepted his wonderful tasting cock into me. Richie then straddled farther up my chest and pulled his cock up stroking it for me and told me to kiss, lick and suck his balls. As I squirmed around on my back I could feel Richie's cum dripping from inside of me. Richie then pulled me up and bent me over the bench seat. I figured he wanted me from behind like the night before and it was such a wonderful fuck from the night before I thought, 'who was I to stop him. Richie did in fact shove his cock deep in me with one powerful thrust and just as I was getting ready to cum again...he slipped out of my pussy and his thick cock head was forced up my ass. I felt incredible pain at first. I tried to push back and move away. Richie grabbed the back of my neck and forced my head back down. He started thrusting more and more of his cock into me. As my ass started to get use to the feel of his cock, I couldn't help but think back to my fantasies of being held down, forced and even raped. I felt myself become incredibly turned on just from the thought of it. Richie started talking very dirty to me, saying stuff like, "Oh Yeah, you love to get your pretty little ass fucked!" "Your body was made to be used by my fat cock!" and "You know you love being my slut!" What was kind of ironic was that everything he was saying was true to a point. He pumped me and continued to talk dirty to me. I felt my clit being shoved against the edge of the seat, combined with his cock be shoved into me, I was building toward an awesome orgasm. He was really going at it now and right when I was getting ready to cum, he pulled out of my ass and slammed it into my pussy. He immediately started shooting his load into me again. That was all it took for me to start cumming. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 4 am already. I kissed Richie goodnight and told him I had to go. He took my pants and told me if I wanted them back I had to meet him again tonight. I didn't have the will or strength to try to get out of it. I told him yes, dressed and left the van. Mike was once again asleep when I came into the apartment. I quickly and quietly showered, being too tired to even finger myself. I laid down beside Mike and fell asleep. Again first thing in the morning Mike was all over me. He started thrusting in me before I was fully aware of what was happening. I was wondering if he could feel any residual cum still in me and I was getting into the early sex very quickly. I asked him if he wanted to stay in me and cum. At first he seemed to be going to do just that, when he pulled out and shot all over my tits and some hit my face too. I decided before I left for the club to go to work that I was going to earn alot on money tonight and sort of treat myself to a nice evening after. Mike was working at his job. I spent extra time putting on makeup and dressed in one of my mini-skirts with black panties and bra. Mike called right before I was to leave for work just to tell me that he loved and missed me since I would be gone for work when he got home. I got to work and Richie was waiting for me. He complimented me on my attire. He seemed very attentive toward me and left me feeling very warm and feeling wanted inside. I was getting great tips for it being as early as it was and decided to treat Richie to a few drinks. As I would come by he would make little sexy comments that had me hot all night. I flirted back to until it was time to close. Since he is such a regular, the management let him stay and help close. We walked out and went to his van and we kissed before he took off. He said he wanted to take me back to his barracks room on-base. Within about 10 minutes we were on-base and at his barracks. He led me through the back door of his barracks and up to his room. As soon as the door closed he had my skirt up, pulling my panties down and had me pinned against the door kissing me. I've always thought it was a little sexy to be forced or mock raped so his aggressiveness was only fueling my passion. I couldn't wait any longer. I undid his pants, opened them, and pulled them down. His huge beautiful cock soon popped into view. I immediately wrapped my hand around it and started stroking it. He started rocking his hips and pressing his cock into my stomach. As I looked around the room, I noticed two beds and another room which I assumed led to a bathroom. He saw me looking at the beds and said, "That's the perfect idea!" He pushed me over to the bed and forced me to sit down on it. Once again his cock was now in my face all hard and shiny. I knew what he wanted, and what I wanted, and took his cock into my mouth. He immediately started grabbing the back of my head and pushing more and more into my mouth and throat. He told me to take off my clothes without removing his cock from his mouth. I tried to do just that, but had to take it out to finish removing the blouse from my head. I was now nude and told him I would like to see him the same way. After he finished undressing, he pushed me down and lifted my legs as he positioned himself to start fucking me. He slowly slid his knob inside me and soon more was to follow. He felt so good and I was well on my way to having a huge orgasm. He had been pumping into me for about 5 minutes when he leaned down next to my ear. I assumed he was going to blow and kiss my ears as they are extremely sensitive and turn me on to have someone play with them. He gently whispered, "Did you take your birth control today." I could only moan, "Nooooooo!" Then he slammed all the way into me and started flooding my pussy with his cum, which set me off into my own explosive orgasms. I could feel him pull out of me and the great emptiness that it left. I could also feel his cum leaking out of me and running down between my ass cheeks. I felt so warm and gooey. Richie said that he was going to use the bathroom. I rolled over onto my stomach and I must have fell asleep. I next felt a cock sliding into my soaked pussy from behind. I seemed to be just as long but slightly less size in girth. I looked back and saw a very handsome black man pumping away into me. He just said, "Hi, lovely!" I looked around quickly to see Richie sitting on a chair next to the bed stroking his cock as he watched the black man fuck me. Richie said, "His name is Robbie and he is my roommate." Then Richie kneeled up on the bed and stuck his cock in my mouth. Robbie was saying, "Oh yeah you did get it in her all the way, she's such a great fuck, she's taken it deeper than any of the others!" I felt extremely proud about being rated the best and yet a little pissed about being just another statistic. However the hard cocks that were pumping into me won out. I was starting to build back to another orgasm, almost strictly from the naughtiness of the situation. They stopped and made me get up. Richie laid down and they guided me on him. He pushed his cock back into my slick used pussy. Just as I slid down his cock to the hilt, Robbie got behind me and started pushing his cock up my ass. I felt so extremely full and started cumming almost immediately. I felt like I was knocked out once my orgasms hit. They were the strongest I've ever had. I remember them laughing and pumping away as I lay they and quivered. I'm not sure how long they were fucking me for, but it seemed like an hour. I heard Richie say, "She not using protection so make sure you leave her husband a gooey present. They both laughed then Richie pulled out of my pussy and Robbie took his place. He was grunting and then I felt him begin to shoot into me. Richie said, "How does it feel? He shoots a ton." It was true, I felt his cock jerk about 10 times and immediately cum was pouring out of me. Richie then stuffed his cock into my ass. Since he is thicker than Robbie, I felt some initial pain, but Richie was in no mood to be gentle with me. He started shoving all of his wonderful meat into me. Then started cumming almost as soon as he reached rock bottom. I had an orgasm again when Richie grabbed my head and forced his tongue into my mouth as he was cumming. We all rested for a moment. The room smelled of sex. Robbie was teasing Richie that he was glad that we were using Richie's bed instead of his due to the cummy mess left from our sex on his bed. We were all starting to get the giggles as we laid there in our after glow. Richie finally patted my leg and told me that he better take me home before he fell asleep. Robbie said that he wanted to go too. We all got dressed, with me leaving my bra and panties behind as a souvenir. We went down to the van. Robbie led me to the back and Richie started driving. Robbie said that Richie had told him what a great kisser I was and he had to see for himself. He gently tilted my head back and began to kiss me. He was a great kisser too. He started fingering my wet pussy too. He said Richie has been bragging for the last 2 days about how great my cock-sucking talents were. He took out his cock and told me to prove Richie right. He pushed my head down and his cock was straight up waiting for my oral assault on him. He thrust deeply into my mouth as I was being forced down his shaft. It was easier to breathe with his cock in my mouth since he didn't have Richie's girth to deal with. All of this was happening as Richie was driving and watching in his rearview mirror. Richie was saying encouraging things to me, like; "Take his cock all the way!" "Suck him until he blows!" "Squeeze his big balls honey!" It was all turning me on. Robbie said he was about to cum. I started stroking his cock while I continued to suck him. I was expecting him to push my head down and bury his cock in my throat and blow like Mike and Richie like to do, but he pulled my mouth off and grabbed my fist. He squeezed my hand really hard with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other. He moaned, "Take this home to your hubby!" and with that started shooting his cum into my face and hair. Richie was yelling for me to stroke my clit and cum. I barely touched my clit before I was launching into another orgasm. I finished licking the cum that was running down his cock, fist and over his balls. We just arrived at my apartment. I asked if they had a towel or rag to wipe-off with. They both laughed and told me to get out and go home to my hubby as is. That made me feel a little put off but I could understand why it was an exciting concept to send a married woman home to her hubby like that. I went into my apartment and Mike came up from behind me and damn near scared me to death. The rest of the story you know. I hope this enlighten you as to what happened during my time away from my hubby. MIKE: This is the full and true account of what happened to us. If your wondering, Renee didn't get pregnant, which even surprises me, from her adventures. I wouldn't have minded if she had though, it is the price you pay for living a free and uninhibited life. Hope you all like this true tale. Renee and I have had to stop many times in the course of writing this to relieve sexual tensions that grew from remembering and reliving this story.