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Susan's Seduction

By: STaylor176



There is my wife. Leaning against the wall, eyes closed. She is breathing hard, with another mans cum running down her legs. Never has she been sexier to me. This is the story of she came to be where she is and how I made it happen.

My wife Susan is an attractive woman. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Small petite frame. She is a PE teacher in a local school, so she is in great shape. She is my idea of the perfect woman, in looks. It is in the bed she lets me down. For the fourteen years of our marriage our sex life had gone from okay to almost non-existent. It is not that she doesn’t like sex, she does. The reactions when we had our infrequent bouts of love-making made that clear. It was just that it was so long between them that drove me crazy. I almost always had to ply her with alcohol to get her to have sex with me.

About three years ago I started to become convinced she was having an affair. It wasn’t true but my reaction to the thought shocked me. Instead of becoming angry I became excited. Excited at the thought of my wife making love to another man! I started to follow her around to try to catch them together. Of course there wasn’t another man, so there was nothing to "catch". I became so obsessed with the idea of watching her fuck a man, without her knowing I was there, that I decided to make it happen.

I ran an ad on one of the "Net Match" sites. It read: Seduce my wife. I must be there, but she can’t know I can see. You must have the ways and means. I will assist in any way I can. I received a few responses, but one in particular seemed to be perfect. The respondent said he had a large house and hosted parties often. He had done what I wanted before, and if I followed his instructions he would guarantee that he would make love to my wife and I would be able to see it all. But that once it started I could not interfere and that I must follow all his instructions. After some thought I sent back a reply and said I agreed to his conditions. I received directions to his house, and the time and date to be there.

On Friday, the day before "The Day" I told Susan that a new client of mine was having a party and that we had to go. She wasn’t too pleased with the idea, but she knows that sometimes we have to attend these events so she agreed. The plan was moving ahead. As we got ready to go to the party I made a pitcher of daiquiris, double strong with 151 rum. Susan doesn’t drink often so I knew this would go right to her head, I hoped to relax her a bit. When she came down the stairs to go to the party I was shocked. She was wearing a new dress. It was a silky material that clung to her body and highlighted her wonderful 34C breasts and tight ass. I could see that the drinks were having an affect as her nipples were poking through the material like the erasers on a pencil.

When we arrived at the house party I was surprised. It was a large home, well lit, with cars parked everywhere. A variety of people were flowing towards the door, so we just followed along. After we were inside I asked for Scott, my contact. I was shocked. He was a large black man, over 6’ 3" tall. I introduced him to Susan and his large hand absolutely swallowed hers.

This was to be the man to fuck my wife? I had my doubts, we were from the south. I knew Susan had never even kissed a black man before, let alone fucked one. But I was resolved to go through with it.

The party was a good one. Lots of music, conversation and best of all, more daiquiris. Susan and I were talking when Scott came up to us and asked her to help him in the kitchen. She went with him, but I could see a scared look in her eyes as she glanced back at me. I knew it was starting. I slipped over to a vantage point where I could observe the kitchen with out being seen.

Susan was at the blender pouring rum, Scott was standing behind her. I watched as he reached out his hands and started to rub her shoulders. She jumped away from his touch but couldn’t go far, she had a bottle of rum in one hand, the pitcher in the other. As she turned towards Scott he pressed his body against hers. Trapping her against the counter between his arms. I could see the look of fear in her eyes as she looked up at him. "Don’t drop the bottle." He said. Then he reached up with hand, cupped her face, and kissed her on the mouth. It was a hard kiss. He held her face still with one hand and the other arm pulled her body tight against his. I could tell his tongue was in her mouth. My cock had started to harden at the sight before me. Susan was trying to struggle, but her 5’ 5" 135 pound body was no match for Scott's over powering strength. Her released her as suddenly as he had grabbed her. I heard him say "You needed that baby, and you need more later." Then he walked away. I watched as Susan gently placed the bottle on the counter. I thought for sure she would run to me and tell me we had leave. Instead she gently touched her lips with her fingertips, and stared out to space. I noticed that her nipples were even more prominent.

I went back to where I was and was soon joined by my wife. I expected her to tell me what had happened in the kitchen. She didn’t say a word. Soon Scott joined us, but not for long. He took Susan by the hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor. I watched as they danced together for song after song. They came back to me and Scott told my wife that the bathroom downstairs was reserved for special guests only, that she should go there when she needed to. Then he asked me to go with him.

We went through the kitchen and down a flight of stairs to a small room that was dark and close. I was nervous but excited at the same time. "Stay in here," he said, "no matter what happens, you will not interfere. Do you understand?"

"Yes", I replied.

Just then the entire wall on my left lit up. It wasn’t a wall at all, it was an entire window! No, not a window, a 2 way mirror! It was the wall of a bathroom and in the bathroom was Susan. I looked at Scott, he grinned and said "Now the fun begins." Then he walked out.

I watched as Susan washed her face in cold water and then sat on the toilet to piss. I could hear everything, so I assumed there was a microphone in there as well. "He thought of everything." I said to myself. Just as she was completing her toilet the door open and in walked Scott.

"Hey, she said, "I’m in here!"

"I know. That’s why I am too." And he started to move toward her. Susan backed away, trying to pull her panties up as Scott advanced. "Stop. I’m married. You can’t do this. Please don’t." I was a little worried at the way this was going, it was more of a rape than a seduction. But my cock liked it, I was raging hard. By this time Scott had my wife trapped in the corner right in front of me, between the edge of the bathroom counter and the wall, where the glass went to the floor. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her towards him. She was fighting now, pushing against his chest, and telling him over and over "No, no, stop. Please don’t." But he didn’t listen. He grabbed her hair and forced her to face him, then he brought his mouth on hers and kissed her. He was raping her mouth with his tongue. I was about to rush in and break it up, after all, I wanted to watch her be seduced, not raped. But I noticed that although she was fighting, it wasn’t as if she was fighting too hard. More like just token resistance. And she was kissing back. He started to kiss her neck and she kept whispering "no, no" but we all knew that she didn’t mean it.

As he was kissing her neck his hands went to the back of her dress and I could hear the zipper as it went down. He pulled the front of her dress down to get at her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and I watched as he sucked one in his mouth and teased the other with his fingers. Pulling and pinching the nipple. His black hands cupping and caressing the creamy white tits that only I had touched before this. Susan had stopped fighting by now. Her eyes were closed and I could her gasping with pleasure. He pushed the dress the rest of the way off her body. It pooled around her feet like a silk puddle. He kept sucking her tit as his hand slid into her panties.

When he touched her pussy I knew. Susan's eyes flew open and I heard her gasp, "No, oh no. Please don’t," and she tried to push his hands away, but he just grabbed her by the hair again and kissed her mouth hard. Bending her backwards and continuing to push his hand into her panties. I could hear her muffled protests and see her hands pushing against his chest, but to no avail. He was too strong for her.

As soon as he released her lips from his mouth she was once again pleading with him to stop, but he looked at her and smiled, then tore her panties from her body. I looked through the mirror and saw her bare ass right in front of me, only inches away. I watched as he forced his hand between her legs and shoved a finger inside my wife's pussy. I heard her gasp and moan. Not with pain, but with pleasure. Soon he had two big black fingers pumping in and out of her so wet pussy. I could see them glisten in the lights from the juice that covered them. I was on my knees, my cock in my hand, mesmerized by the sight in front of me.

There they stood. His black hand wrapped in my wife's long blonde tresses, holding her head as he kissed and licked her mouth and neck and tits. Finger fucking her hot cunt. Susan’s right hand was on his hip, her left on his chest. Occasionally she would moan "please stop" but it seemed if he did, she would have begged him to start again. When he released her hair she moved back against the wall. Panting and thrusting her hips against his hand as he continued his assault on her pussy with his fingers. That's when he stopped playing with her pussy and moved his hands to her shoulders. He pushed her to her knees in front of him. He looked down at her, right in the eyes and said, "Take it out." Like they had a mind of their own her hands slowly went to his pants and started to unbutton them. She slid the zipper down and pulled his trousers down off his hips. Out sprang a huge 10" cock, rock hard and almost purple it was so black. Her little white hand wrapped around it.

"Oh my god," I thought to myself. "that thing is so big!! It’ll kill her"

"Suck it, suck my cock."

I watched as my pretty little wife of 14 years took that big black cock and brought it to her lips. I watched as she opened her mouth and guided that monster into the mouth that I loved to kiss. I heard her moan with pure pleasure as her lips closed around it. Scott started to push forward with his hips. Pushing that cock further into her mouth. Then he pulled back till just the head was left in her mouth. He laid his hands on her head and started to slide his cock in and out of my wife's mouth. He was fucking my wife's mouth, as I knelt and watched!! My hard cock in my hand. My breathing was almost as ragged as his.

Scott continued to fuck her mouth, forcing his cock in deeper and deeper. I heard Susan gag a few times on his deeper plunges, but soon the whole thing was buried in her throat. Her hands were on his hips pulling him into her harder.

"Yeah, you like sucking my big black cock, don’t ya bitch? Fucking little cock sucking slut….oh yeah that’s it suck it…..suck it good…. Oh! Oh!! Suck it…..Suck my cum!!!!!" and with that he plunged into her throat and pulled her head forward. I watched as Susan gulped and gulped to swallow all the cum he was forcing down her throat. Some leaked out around the corners of her mouth and his cock. When Scott pulled his still hard cock out of her mouth she licked it and sucked it clean. This is my wife? The woman I have to beg just to let me touch? Damn, I was in shock.

Susan stood on shaky legs and Scott pulled her close. I could hear her gasping and mewling and watched as she pushed her body against his. He pushed her back against the mirror, pulled over a convenient little stool, and spread her legs apart with his. She put her foot on the stool, reached between their bodies, took his cock in her hand and guided the huge mushroom head of his long black cock to the entrance of her wet cunt. I watched as she slid it up and down between her pussy lips and then placed it at the seeping opening. He plunged into her with one long forceful lunge. I watched as inch after inch disappeared inside her pussy. Susan gasped out loud then moaned with a passion I had never heard before. Her hands slide down to his hips and his grabbed her ass as he started a long slow steady fucking of her hot wet cunt. From my vantage point I could se it all, his hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt; her pussy stretched to the limit, sucking him in and caressing his cock when he pulled it out so that just the head was left in. I could even see her little brown ass hole flexing as she tried to ride the monster cock that was fucking her so deeply.

"Oh my god…..yes…yes… fuck me!…..fuck me!!!" she moaned over and over. "Fuck me deep…..fuck me hard." She begged. And he complied. Scott's strokes started to gain speed and force. Plunging in and out of her. Deeper and deeper he sank his long black cock into her tight pink pussy. I could see her juice covering his shaft, I could see his balls bouncing against her ass as he sank his shaft to the limit.

"Do you like my cock bitch? Do you like the way I fuck you?" Scott asked my wife.

"Yes, god yes! Don’t stop….please don’t stop…..Fuck me Oh god….oh god!!… I’m cumming I"m cumming!!!!" She screamed. The first time she screamed since Scott had walked in on her.

I listen to her moans and gasps as she went from one orgasm to another. Then I heard him gasp and roar as he pumped my wife's well fucked cunt full of his cum. I watched his cock plunge into her and lift her off the ground with the force of his fuck stroke. This was too much for me, my cock spurted out it’s own load of cum.

They stood quiet for a moment there in the corner. Then Scott pulled his now limp cock out of Susan' pussy. A flood of cum, his and hers, started to flow out of her cunt and down her legs as soon as he did. Scott pulled his pants up, kissed my wife, said "Thanks for the fuck, we have to do this again." She quietly replied, "Yes, soon."

There is my wife. Leaning against the wall, eyes closed. She is breathing hard, with another man's cum running down her legs. Never has she been sexier to me. I left my room then to go back upstairs. When Susan joined me I could see no difference in her manner. She was a bit more quiet, but never did she mention that she had just been forced to suck and fuck our hosts cock. We went home, and went to bed.

I found out later that I wasn’t the only one to witness my wife fucking another man. A tape was made as well; A tape that was used to blackmail my wife into fucking Scott again and a few of his friends. But that is, as they say, another story. If anybody would like to hear about it, just let me know.

Susan's Seduction Ch. 2



I have heard the sounds of a woman in lust before, but never would I dream that those sounds could come from my own wife’s throat. The gasps of passion, the cries of pure lust that I have just listened to were the most erotic sounds I have ever heard. The fact that I did not elicit those sounds does not diminish the effect in the least. As I sit here in this dark close room I think back on the series of events that lead me here and my wife there. And I know that I would change nothing that has happened over the past few weeks.

During the two weeks that followed that fateful, eventful night of the party, when I had arranged Susan’s seduction, I thought of little else. Each time I looked at my wife I remembered the sight of her on her knees, sucking Scott's cock dry, or I would hear her passionate cries as she begged him to fuck her harder, deeper. I was in a constant state of arousal. At the end of two weeks I received an e-mail from Scott, the black man that had forced himself on my wife of 14 years, with my connivance and approval.

Did you enjoy the show? I did and so did your wife. I think we should do it again. Maybe I should invite a friend or two. I have the means to ensure your wife will do as she is told. It’s up to you. Let me know

Of course I responded back, saying "Yes. Lets talk. Let’s set it up." His response was short and to the point. "Be at my house at 10:00 Friday morning. Same rules as before" The rules were simple, I got to watch but I was not to interfere in any way. I knew I would be there.

At 10:00 Friday morning I was knocking on the door, wondering what sights I would witness, nervously anticipating his plans for my wife. When Scott answered the door I was again struck by his appearance, he is 6’ 3" tall and about 225 lbs. with dark brown skin. Such a contrast to my blonde haired, blue eyed and fair skinned wife.

Down stairs in his den he introduced me to two of his friends, Samuel and John. Both men were as large as Scott, both were black. Over cigarettes and coffee he began to outline his plans for the day.

"I’m going to call your wife," he said, "and make her come here. Then I’m going to convince her to let us fuck her. All three of us."

"No way," I cried out, "I know her and there’s no way she’ll agree to what you’re suggesting."

He smiled and said, "Yes she will. And you’ll be here to see it all, hear it all. You’ll get to watch as she fucks and sucks us all afternoon. What’s her number?"

This was my chance, my last chance, to back out. I gave him the number. He called her and while we waited for her to answer he cautioned us all to silence.

"This is Susan." I heard my wife say.

" Hello Susan. This is Scott. Remember me?"

"Oh my god! What are….How did you get this number? Why are you calling? Are you crazy?" She stammered in a whisper.

"Crazy? No, not at all. And I think you know why I’ve called. I want to enjoy your mouth again Susan. I want feel you wrapped around my cock again."

"Stop! Just stop! I don’t like talk like that. The other night was a mistake. It’ll never happen again. Never! Don’t ever call me again. Do you hear? Never!"

"You liked the talk the other night Susan. Now you listen to me, you bring that fine white ass of yours over to my house in one hour, or in an hour and 15 minutes I call your husband and tell him all about us and the time we had in my bathroom."

"I’ll deny it." She stated.

"I have proof darlin. Be here. One hour." And with that he hung the phone up.

He looked at me and with supreme confidence told me that she would be here: on time and more than ready. I had my doubts. After all Susan would never take a chance with her job as a PE teacher just to come because some guy had threatened her. No matter how much she might like to fuck him. And it didn’t sound as if she wanted to enjoy Scott again.

Scott lead me back to this small little room, explaining to me as he did, that he was the owner of a Security company. That’s where the 2-way mirror and the microphones came from. He also told me he had cameras. He showed me to a chair in front of an electronics board that resembled NASA or something. He flipped a few knobs and two TV monitors lit up in front of me. I was looking at the room I just left. I had two views of John and Samuel. And the conversation was loud and clear. "Cool" I thought to myself. But the best was to come. Scott pointed out two little joysticks.

"Those control the cameras. They can pan and zoom, so have fun." And with that he turned off the light and shut the door as he left. I took advantage of the time to learn the controls for both of them. Either one or the other of the cameras covered the entire room.

Susan was 5 minutes early. I know. I looked at my watch when she came storming into the room. I then watched mesmerized as the entire scene unfolded before my eyes. I watched with pride as my pretty little wife "made an entrance". Her blue eyes were spitting fire, her cheeks were flushed. As soon as she walked through the door into the den she went into a tirade. I listened to her words. Then I looked at her body. Susan didn’t have a bra on. She always wears a bra to work. I knew she had worn one when she had left that morning. I felt the beginnings of a smile forming, and a tingling in my cock.

She stepped into the room, continuing to vent her fury on Scott, when he smiled, then picked up a remote. Calmly he pointed it at the large screen TV in the corner and pushed a button.

"Suck it, suck my cock." Suddenly blared out, attracting everyone’s attention.

I watched my wife as she turned to look, and I saw her see her self just guiding a large black 10" cock into her mouth. We all heard the moan she made and saw the way her eyes rolled back in her head. Scott let it play a few seconds more than he turned it off. He looked at Susan and he smiled. Now both my wife and I knew that he had taped their encounter in the bathroom.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." She kept saying in a soft whisper. I could see the fear in her eyes. But I saw something else as well. As she looked around the room, and her predicament rushed to her consciousness I saw for just a second, a look of anticipation. Her nipples were poking against the cotton of her blouse, making the two hard little tips easily visible.

"You have two choices Baby. Do as you’re told or walk out. You can leave anytime, but you don’t get the film if you leave too early. "

"No. No. Please don’t do this,’ she begged in a quiet whisper, " Please?"

"Come here." Scott commanded. Susan didn’t say a word. She stepped forward woodenly and stood before her capture. She didn’t say a word, didn’t look at Scott: just stepped up to him and stood there.

Scott chuckled as he slid forward on the couch and reached for her. He took her by the hips and pulled her closer, leaning forward to bring his mouth to the nipple that was poking out at him. He just nipped it with his teeth, catching a bit of the shirt. Susan looked straight at the wall. Not reacting, just standing. Then he pulled her roughly forward and captured her blouse-covered tit in his mouth. His other hand reaching up to cup and squeeze her other tit. Susan just looked at the wall as Scott ravaged her breasts. But I did see a gasp escape her lips. He was getting to her. Scott continued to squeeze and suck at her breasts through her shirt for a few minuets, then he ordered her to take it off. She never blinked, just reached down and pulled the shirt over her head. I had one camera set on wide angel so that I could see all that was transpiring; the other I had on close up. I saw how hard her nipples were as her breasts were exposed to view. As I watched they continued to harden until they poked out like the erasers on a pencil. I was watching her face and eyes as Scott sucked and bite and kneaded the tit flesh just exposed to three black men in the room, and to me, her husband, watching from another room. I watched as Scott moved from one nipple to the other, using his hands and teeth and lips to violate Susan’s breasts. Susan stood there, not saying a word, barely reacting at all. But I could see her eyes start to glaze, and close and a small smile tugged at her lips.

Scott reached down and started to unbutton Susan’s shorts, but as he did she willingly began to take them off. He leaned back and watched, as my wife slowly stripped off her shorts and panties. She dropped them in a puddle at her feet, then bent over to remove her shoes. When she was done she stood straight up again. I heard John gasp in the background as he caught sight of my wife standing there in the room, in all her naked glory. And she was glorious. Her nipples were hard, her ass well formed and tight. The hair above her pussy trimmed to a mohawk. Her cunt lips were pink and obviously wet. My cock was raging hard as I drank in the sight before me; the sight of my wife standing proudly, naked in a room with three large black waiting to take her.

Scott sat up and began to explore my wife’s body again. One hand reached for her tit as his mouth captured the free nipple. His other hand her ran up the inside of her thigh. As he did I watched Susan spread her legs for him. She wanted him to touch her. I felt sure she was remembering the finger fucking he had given her before, and she was obviously welcoming the assault a second time. Scott fulfilled her desire. He never hesitated, just plunged his middle finger up inside her cunt. She groaned as he drove his finger inside her. Her head slowly started to roll backwards on her neck, her eyes closed and she pushed her hips forward to accept the intrusion into her body. She lay her hands on Scott’s shoulder to keep her balance. Her little white hands made such a contrast to his large black shoulders. One hand slid up to the back of Scott’s head and she pulled him into the breast he was chewing and sucking on. Suddenly Scott pushed two fingers inside her wet pussy and began to fuck her with his hand. I could see how wet his fingers and even his wrist was becoming from the juice she was creating. I could hear the sounds as he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of my wife’s cunt. Susan’s head snapped forward and she pulled him close to her body, as she whispered "yesssssssssssss" I knew all pretence was gone. She knew was going to be fucked, and she welcomed the idea.

She stood there and moaned and clutched Scott close to her body, pressing against him and pulling him tighter. I watched as her body began to tremble and I knew she was close to cumming. Just as I thought she was about to explode Scott stopped what he was doing and roughly pulled her to her knees in front of him.

"No......Don’t…" I heard Susan whisper.

"Don’t what?" Asked Scott.

"Don’t ………….stop. Please." Was she begging him to stop? Or was she begging him NOT to stop? I thought the second of the two. Scott opened his robe and exposed that huge 10" black cock that I seen once before. Susan remembered it as well, or better. As soon as it was in sight she stared at it with the intensity of a mongoose after a cobra. I watched as her tongue touched her lips as she gazed on the huge black dick just inches from her face. "You know what to do. Do it." She did it. I watched as she almost lunged for his cock, took it in her hands and guided it to her mouth. She swallowed it to the base. Inch after inch disappearing down her throat until her lips were buried in his hair. She then proceeded to fuck his cock with her mouth and hand. I watched as she began to move her mouth up and down his big black dick and started to stroke him with her hand. I could see her saliva on Scott’s hard shaft. I listened to the obscene sounds of her moaning and his gasping. I took my own cock out of pants and started to slowly stroke it.

While my wife was sucking Scott’s cock so well John had gotten up and taken of his clothes. He was as impressive as Scott was, at least 10" long and as thick as my wrist. He came up behind Susan and knelt between her legs. When he was in position Scott reached down and pulled Susan off his dick. I saw a line of precum stretch from the head of his cock to Susan’s bottom lip. Her tongue darted out and pulled the streaming cum into her mouth, and I watched as she swallowed it and all that had been in her mouth.

Scott began to talk to her "Are you ready baby? Are you? You know what’s coming, and you want it, don’t ya? Don’t ya slut?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes. I want it."

"You want what slut? Say it! Tell us what you want!" and Scott pulled her head back by grabbing a handful of her beautiful blonde hair.

She looked him in the eye and said, " I want it. I want it. Oh god! I want it. I want you to fuck me. Like you did before. Hard. Please?"

John took his cock in his hand and started to rub it up and down on Susan’s pussy slit, just inside the lips. Up and down and up and down. After a few seconds of this she moaned "Fuck me now!", and pushed back on Johns cock. He grabbed her hips and pushed forward into her as she backed onto him. When his belly slapped against her ass cheeks they both let out a throat deep groan of pure pleasure. He pushed her away as he pulled his cock slowly out of her pussy. I saw the juices that coated it, and knew my wife was loving what she was doing. He started to stoke her then, long slow steady strokes, plunging deep in and out of her hot wet cunt. There bodies slapping together as she pushed back with as much desire as John showed in his lunges. Scott pulled her mouth back onto his cock and proceeded to fuck her mouth again. I sat in wonder as I watched my wife being fucked in the mouth by one black man, and fucked in the pussy at the same time by another black man. And she didn’t even know that mans name!! Her moans and groans around the shaft filling her mouth told her secret. She was being taken, and she loved it! I did too. I started to stroke my cock a little faster and kept my eyes moving from one TV screen to the other. Breathlessly waiting for the next scene.

It didn’t take long before John was breathing hard and starting to slam into Susan’s pussy. She took all that 10" long hard dick could give her and moaned for more. John arched his back and roared as he hurled his cock into her with his cum plunge. Susan dropped the cock from her mouth to groan and gasp out loud. He pumped my wife’s pussy full of his cum, lunging in again and again, each time blasting a load into her. Finally he collapsed across her back and then slid down onto the floor. When his cock left her pussy it made an audible slurping sound.

Susan looked at Scott and he nodded to Samuel. That’s when I noticed that Samuel had also undressed. I looked between his legs and Susan must’ve seen it at the same time I did. I heard her gasp in the background to my own. His cock was at least 12" long and fat as well. I didn’t think Susan would even try to shove that monster inside her body. Again my wife of fourteen years surprised me. She quickly crawled across the floor to Samuel. He motioned her up onto his lap and with a smile and a hungry look she straddled his legs. She reached down between her legs, took that huge black cock in her little hand and guided the head to her already well fucked cunt. I heard her "hisss" as she slowly started to slide down the impaling shaft. Whether from pleasure or pain I couldn’t tell. I finally got the right angle with a camera just as she finally reached bottom. She had taken that entire 12" cock inside her pussy! And the look of pure lust on her face said she loved it.

She started to rock on Samuel’s dick then. Her hands on his chest, rocking her hips back and forth. I knew that was Susan’s favorite position. She loved to get a big dick inside her and ride the bone against her clit, just as she was doing now, with the biggest cock she had ever fucked before. Samuel held onto her hips and started to stoke into her. Moving that huge black dick in and out of my wife’s pussy. She was panting and moaning as she rode him, sliding her clit hard against Samuel’s body. The two were working together to create the perfect in and out up and down motion when Scott stepped back into the picture. In one hand he held his cock, in the other a small bottle of Liquid Glide. I could see the lights gleaming from the lubricant as he spread it over his shaft. He was stroking his cock as he moved up behind Susan. "Oh my god!! He’s gonna try to fuck her ass!" I knew Susan would never go for that, never! And I was right.

As soon as Scott started to slide his finger in Susan’s ass she reacted strongly. "No, not there. No. You’re too big. No way." But Scott kept slipping his finger in and out of her ass. Samuel held her down now, his arms reaching around her and pulling her down onto his chest. His cock still buried deep in her pussy. Scott moved up and placed the head of his cock against Susan’s ass and started to push. When she started to cry out I got up to rush out and stop this. It had gone too far, but the door was locked. I sat back down and continued to watch. I watched as Scott continued to push his 10" of hard black shaft deep into my wife’s ass. She was crying out, "Stop….please stop……too big." But her cries were becoming fainter and fainter. Under her Samuel was whispering in her ear and was slowly moving his cock in and out of her pussy. Long slow stokes. Finally Scott was in as deep as he could be. Then he moved slowly out until just the head was still inside her. He started to stroke in and out of her ass as Samuel was doing the same to her cunt. Both of them sliding there long hard shafts deep inside her. I knew she had never been this full of cock meat before in her life. When I saw her start to move to meet the thrusts I was surprised. When I heard her moan I was shocked. But the rest of the sounds that ripped from her throat over the next 20 minuets were awe-inspiring.

She began to rock back and forth on the two rods impaling her body. "Uh….oh….…..ooohhhhh……..oohh god…………….oh god….yes………..yes ……….fuck me, fuck meeeeee!!!!!!!!" Susan was having her first cum of the day. Her body started to flail back and forth between the two men fucking her. They grabbed hold of her and started to fuck her with more force. Slamming in and out her cunt and ass like jackhammers. The harder they fucked her, the more she begged for it. "harder….fuck me hard……..please………….oh yesssssssssssss that’s it baby fuck my pussy..fuck my ass…………..oh god yes I feel you getting harder, bigger……………..that’s it, yes, …yessssss cum in me, cum inside me now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Scott plunged his cock inside her ass and roared out in his orgasm. He plunged again and again pumping his cum deep in her well fucked ass.

When Scott slid down onto the floor Susan was pulled there as well. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, opened her arms to Samuel and told him to "come finish the job". He dropped between her legs and Susan took his cock and pulled him into her pussy. She pulled her knees back and opened herself for the fucking she craved, and was about to receive. Samuel slid his huge dick into her with force and passion. Susan met the intrusion by arching her back to help get him in deeper. He fucked her then. He fucked her good and hard and long. I watched her grasp at his body to help pull him in deeper. I could see her tits bounce with the force of each of his strokes. She moaned and groaned and whimpered through two more orgasms before Samuel finally burst his cum deep inside her womb. She came with him the last time. And the calls of passion she made still ring in my ears. I was stroking my own cock and watching and listening as Susan and Samuel came together and then collapsed in a black and white heap of sweating, cum dripping flesh. I splashed my cum over my hands and stomach as I reached the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.




Susan's Seduction Ch. 2



I have heard the sounds of a woman in lust before, but never would I dream that those sounds could come from my own wife’s throat. The gasps of passion, the cries of pure lust that I have just listened to were the most erotic sounds I have ever heard. The fact that I did not elicit those sounds does not diminish the effect in the least.

Susan slowly extricated herself from under Samuel and began to dress. The only sounds were of her moans when she felt a little used muscle twinge on her. And one whispered ‘God Damn that was good!

As she was leaving the room Scott asked her if she wanted the tape.

"No", she said, "You may want to call me again. You keep it." Then she surprised us all when she said "I would like to see a copy of today’s taping though." And with that she left.

I returned home a few hours later and found Susan in bed, sound asleep. I stood over and looked at her. Seeing not the beautiful blonde asleep in my bed, but seeing instead the woman I just watched fuck three men to exhaustion. I pulled the sheets off her body and saw the dry cum covering her pussy and thighs. I ripped my clothes off and crawled between her legs. She woke as I plunged my 8" cock into her still damp cunt. She moaned and clutched me tight to her body and mumbled "Yes baby, you fuck me too, fuck me hard." I did. I fucked her pussy using another mans cum as my lubricant. I came as hard for then as I had in that little room. I don’t how she knew I was aware of what had transpired, she never told me. It didn’t really matter.

Once a month Susan will go to Scott’s house. She meets and fucks Scott, Samuel and John. Sometimes I go and watch, sometimes she just brings home the tape. We always fuck after she gets home. She hasn’t gotten the courage to let Samuel fuck her ass yet, but I think she will soon.

What a life.

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Susan's Seduction Ch. 3



As I sit in this chair and listen to my wife moan with pleasure from the caresses of another, I can’t help but smile. I have again watched her make love to another, listened to their moans and gasps, watched as they took each other to the absolute heights of sexual passion. I put them there. I share in the pleasure they have so freely given to each other.

Over the last 6 months I have watched the transformation of my wife of 14 years, from a shy woman afraid of sex, to a lady of varied and surprising sexual appetite. No longer does she pretend that force is necessary in order for her compliance, now she is a willing and ready partner for the sexual advances that so often are brought to her. I contrived her first seduction at the hands of Scott, the large black man that took her as I watched from behind a mirror. I was instrumental in the first of her of her group encounters as Scott blackmailed her and forced her to give herself to him and two of his friends. As astonished and pleased as I was at her reaction when she was with these men, it was nothing to the amazement and pleasure I received when I witnessed her response to the situation I created tonight. This is the story of that situation, and the reason for my amazement.

Susan was off to visit Scott, Samuel and John on a Saturday night. I was home alone, waiting for her return. I hoped she would bring home a tape of the encounter so we could watch it together. I would be able to see her in all her splendor as she fucked and sucked the three men in as many positions and ways as their imagination would lead them. I was disappointed when she returned home empty handed. The evidence of her encounter was plentiful, cum coated the inside of her thighs and I could taste the mingled secretions when I ate her pussy before slipping my cock inside her. I fucked her with the same passion I had showed when I had fucked her immediately following the first time she had taken on the three black lovers in Scott's house. I noticed that she wasn’t as responsive as normally and as we lay in the bed afterwards and I asked her if there was a problem.

"I don’t think I want to go back to Scott’s anymore," she replied. "I like the sex, and I know you like it too, but I want you more involved. I know that he won’t let you play. I love it when we share more than I like fucking them."

What could I say? I was disappointed, but in this matter I had to accept her decision. As much as I loved to watch her fuck other men I knew that I would not force her to go back if she didn’t want to. Over the next few days I pondered the situation. I wanted to see her with others, but I wasn’t sure how to make it happen again. A seduction set-up wouldn’t work a second time, or would it? The key seemed to be that she wanted me involved. Truth to tell I was ready to be in the room when Susan was in her rut heat. I wanted to be able to hear it in person, to smell the scents produced by great fucking, to feel her body under my hands as another was giving her pleasure. When an old Marine buddy of mine called and said he was visiting in a couple days I suddenly knew how to make this come true. I told Wes he wasn’t going to stay in a hotel, that he was welcome in my house anytime. I was going to see to it that he was made very welcome.

Wes arrived on Friday afternoon, and I could tell Susan was attracted to him right away. He is a handsome man, six-one 225 pounds, with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He filled out his tight white T-shirt and faded blue jeans in such a way that I knew any woman would look at him twice. We grilled steaks on the back patio and enjoyed animated conversation over dinner and dessert. Susan was absolutely stunning in a pair of white shorts that showed off her long tan legs and tight ass. The man's blue button shirt that she had borrowed from me and tied up under her breasts highlighted her flat stomach and blonde hair as it cascaded over her shoulders. It also made her perky 34C tits stand out and beg for attention.

We sat out on the patio and watched the sun set and listened to the night insects start their call for a mate. When I brought the first pitcher of daiquiris I noticed Susan’s surprised look and the small smile that passed across her sexy mouth. We settled into a companionable silence like Wes and I had once shared in the Corps. There was no need for words; we were all enjoying each other’s company and the daiquiris that I had prepared.

I went inside to make another pitcher and to set the scene for what I hoped would be a wonderful night for us all. I placed a soft easy listening CD in the player and set candles out in the den. I brought out more throw pillows that I scattered around the room. I happened to pass a window that allowed me a view of the back yard and I stopped to watch Susan and Wes interact when they didn’t know I could see them. I don’t know what he was saying and I don’t think it mattered. I knew that Susan was in tune to my thoughts by the way she was reacting to Wes. Her hand was on his thigh and she was leaning her head in close as if to hear better. She was smiling up at him, and her eyes were taking on that familiar "come fuck me look." Her nipples were coming alive and beginning to stand out and beg for a touch. I knew that she wanted Wes. I could sense his confusion as he read her body language. I was going to ease his mind as soon as possible.

I finished the daiquiris and called out to Wes and Susan to come inside. I asked her to help me. Wes went into the den and Susan joined me in the kitchen. As soon as she walked through the door I pulled her body tight to mine and kissed her deeply. She responded as I knew she would, pulling me close and moaning into my mouth as I pushed my tongue past her lips.

"You want to fuck him?" I asked my pretty little wife after we finished our soul searing kiss.

"Yes, oh baby yes, lets do it together, please."

My cock leapt and my heart began to beat in my chest. My wife had changed so much in the last six months. I felt the love for her swell up in my body to almost choke me in my exuberance. I told her to take off her shorts and to untie the tails of her shirt. She was to wait a few minuets then bring out a daiquiri for Wes. From there we would play it by ear. She smiled and began to undress.

I walked back into the den and Wes asked about his drink. I told him Susan wanted to serve him, and gave him an evil grin. I then proceeded to light the candles, turn on the CD player and turn off the lights. The whole time Wes watched me with a quizzical look on his face. "Just relax and go with the flow." I told him. "No pressure. No worries."

Just as I sat in the chair facing the couch Wes was sitting on, Susan made her entrance. We both sucked in air as we gazed upon her loveliness. To say that she glowed would be an understatement. The soft candlelight danced in her hair and caressed her tan skin. The fact that she had nothing on except the blue mans button shirt was obvious. Her eyes had a mischievous twinkle and a smile tugged at her lips. She floated across the floor and sat next to Wes on the coach, handed him his drink and kissed him on the cheek. He looked over at me and I guess my smile gave him all the permission he needed. He set his glass on the side table, brought his hand up to cup Susan’s’ face, and slowly brought her lips to meet his own. I sat and watched as my friend from years ago and my wife of 14 years slowly kissed each other.

Their lips danced as their tongues fenced. I heard Susan sigh as he slowly began to caress her neck with his lips. His hands slowly came up to touch her breasts and my wife’s reaction to his touch enbolded him to cup them and start to squeeze. I watched as for the next few minutes Wes stroked her breasts with his hands and rained kisses on her face and lips and neck. Soon Susan un-buttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. She took Wes’s face in her hands and guided his mouth to her creamy white tits. "Suck them" she said. And he did. He pulled one hard nipple into his mouth and commenced to suck and bite the hard little nubbin. His hand was now pinching and pulling at her other nipple, bringing it up to an erect hardness that told of the pleasure she was receiving from Wes’s mouth and hands. Susan lay back on the couch and pulled Wes on top of her. He continued his caresses of her tits, his mouth and hands moving from one to the other, back and forth. Susan was now moaning and sighing in complete contentment. She was pushing her hips up against Wes as she wrapped her legs around his body.

I got up, took my clothes off, and watched as Wes began to kiss his way down my wife’s flat stomach. When he reached her panties he moved his hands up and started to take them off. The electric thrill I received when I watched Susan lift her hips off the couch to allow Wes to remove her panties went straight to my cock, making it harder than I ever remember it being. Wes tossed her panties to the side and buried his head between her legs, plunging his tongue into her cunt, lapping it, and sucking on her wet pussy flesh. Susan groaned in passion and arched her back to thrust herself harder against the mouth that was giving her such pleasure. Her hands slowly moved to his head as she lead him from her sweet cunt to her clit.

"Suck my clit. Yes… like that….ooohhh yes...just like that." She moaned. I moved over closer so that I could see everything. Wes had sucked her clit into his mouth and I could see he was rubbing his teeth over it, back and forth, and he had slipped his thumb inside her wet cunt and was fucking her with it. In and out his thumb plunged as he continued to mouth her clit. I could hear the sounds of her pussy as it clung to the invading thumb and I could smell the scent of her pussy in heat. I could see the juices on his hand and lips gleaming in the soft candlelight. Susan was moaning and gasping out her pleasure and I knew she would cum soon. Her body started to jerk and tremble as she moved into the throes of a passionate orgasm, she grasped his head and pulled it tight to her seeping pussy and she gasped out "yes,….oh yes, …I’m cumming…..I’m cumming!" in a soft passionate whisper. Susan pushed his head away from between her legs and then started to undress him. Wes had put on a few pounds but it was all muscle. He was sculpted like a Greek god, with large shoulders and slim hips. His legs were solid and his cock, when exposed to the light, was 9" long, thick, and standing up proud and hard. A small bit of precum was leaking down the shaft. His balls were large and hung like two eggs in a small sack. My wife pushed him onto his back on the couch and moved up between his legs, took his cock in her hand and started to slowly and lovingly lick the pre cum from his cock.

She licked it like it was melting ice cream on a cone. He sighed with pleasure as her tongue swabbed the head. He moaned when she slipped her lips over his dick and started to slide down the shaft of male hardness. I moved up so that I was only inches away. I wanted to see it all, to feel the pleasure they were both experiencing. I watched as Susan started to suck his cock, sliding her mouth up and down the shaft. I listened to the sucking sounds she made as she took the entire shaft down her throat. I looked up at Wes and watched as he placed his hands on my wife’s head and started to move his hips to force his cock into her mouth. He held her still and started to fuck her throat like it was a pussy. Plunging it in and out of her mouth, the rod was wet with his pre cum and her saliva. "Suck my balls" He commanded. And Susan immediately complied, sucking first one then the other into her mouth. I started to slowly stroke my cock as I watched Wes push his cock against my wife’s face while she sucked and licked his balls, holding them in her hands as if they were fragile crystal eggs.

Wes then pulled her on top of him and my wife took his cock and guided it to the opening of her seeping pussy. She was mewling with desire as she slowly lowered herself onto the pleasure-giving shaft of hard flesh. I watched it slowly slide into her body, her pussy lips sucking it in deeper and deeper. Wes placed his hands on her hips and Susan placed her hands on his chest. She started to move on him then, sliding up and down his cock. He was moving as well, plunging his cock in and out of her tight wet pussy. They were rocking together, Susan, my hot little wife, was pressing her clit against his body as his cock was fucking her cunt. They were both gasping and moaning out their pleasure before me. I wanted to get involved so I slid forward and placed my lips against her ass cheeks.

When I did this Susan stopped moving and moaned even louder so I started to kiss her tight ass. I was caressing her ass with my lips and tongue as Wes was fucking her cunt. I kissed my wife’s asshole and she hissed "Yessssssssss…uummm…yes that feels good" so I continued to kiss her little brown hole. I could feel Wes’s shaft against my lips as I slid my tongue around her hole. I could taste her pussy juice that was now flowing from her cunt, down his plunging shaft to pool on his hips as he continued to fuck my wife. I licked and sucked on Susan’s ass while Wes continued to fuck her from underneath. She was rocking and shaking as she quickly moved through one long cum and into another.

"Oh Jesus….Oh God….Oh…Oh yes….fuck me….suck me……fuck me!!!" she kept repeating over and over until finally she had too much. Susan fell back onto the couch gasping and trying to catch her breath from the wonderful feelings that were coursing through her body. "Do you want to take her now?" Wes asked me. "No, you keep on buddy, I think she wants more of your cock right now." And I smiled at him. Wes smiled back and moved toward Susan as she lay on her back on the couch. One leg was on the floor at my side and the other was up in the air. She opened her legs even wider and reached her arms up to pull his body onto hers. I reached up between their bodies and took Wes in my hand, the first time I had ever held another man’s dick, and guided him into Susan’s’ pussy. He lunged forward and buried that 9" long hard cock into her juicy cunt. She welcomed him in with a groan of passion.

Wes then started to fuck my wife. There is no other way to describe what he did. He fucked her as she loved to be fucked, hard and with passion. Her legs were open and her hands were on his ass pulling him in. He plunged in and out of her with abandon. Her pussy making the most marvelous squishing sounds as she lunged up to meet his thrusts. I was kneeling on the floor by her head watching their bodies slap together, watching her tits bounce with every surge he made into her body, and stroking my cock in time with the strokes of his cock into my wife’s body. Susan turned her head to look me in the eyes and said "In my mouth baby, put it in my mouth." I leaned up and placed my cock on her lips and she sucked me down her throat. I started to fuck her throat then, sliding my 8" long cock in and out of her sucking mouth in the same fashion as Wes was fucking her cunt. It didn’t take me long to cum.

I groaned as I shot my seed into her mouth and I watched as she gulped it down. For thrust after thrust I poured my cum into her mouth and she swallowed it all. Finally I fell back onto the floor, then crawled back to my chair, and watched as Wes continued his savage fucking of my wife. They were both panting and moaning from the excertion of meeting each other’s lunges and thrusts. Susan was meeting each of his thrusts with a lunge of her own. Their bodies were slapping together. He was leaning on his arms, his head hanging down and the sweat was dripping off his body to splash on Susan’s own sweat covered body.

"Oh my god’" Susan cried out, "Yes! That’s it, fuck me! I feel you getting so hard! You fill my pussy so good. Cum for me, fill my pussy with your cum!" And with that Wes slammed into her pussy and groaned out his orgasm. He was cumming so hard he couldn’t even move. His body was locked tight in place. Susan’s legs and hands held him close and he was pushing as far into her pussy as he get; dumping his seed into her belly, as he moaned and groaned out his passion and release. Wes collapsed onto Susan’s belly and she slid her arms around his body and held him close.

As I sit in this chair and listen to my wife sigh with pleasure from the caresses of another, I can’t help but smile. I have again watched her make love to another, listened to their moans and gasps, watched as they took each other to the absolute heights of sexual passion. I put them there. I share in the pleasure they have so freely given to each other.

Wes lay in Susan’s embrace for a long few minutes before he finally slid off her and onto the floor. He was still breathing hard as lay there, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with his effort to get his breathing under control. Susan was also attempting to get herself under control. She was sighing as she lay there, cum seeping from her pussy to soak the couch under her. After some time had passed she rolled over, took a drink from her daiquiri, and stood up. "I need a shower," she said, and moved to the back of the house.

"I’m going to help wash her back, Wes, you like to join us?" I asked with a smile.

"You think I should?" he asked me.

"Oh yeah, that was an invitation if I’ve ever heard one." I replied. "You go join her and I’ll freshen our drinks."

This was only Friday; we had the whole weekend ahead of us.

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