0 comments/ 60438 views/ 2 favorites The Adulterous Wife By: CloseEncounters Bob was the first lover that I my wife made aware of. She told me on the telephone that she had fucked Bob. Other of her lovers surfaced later as she would either confess them to me or I would stumble on irrefutable evidence, at which time she would confirm my suspicions as being true. My wife Shari visited my place in the East for a week. She needed to return to the Midwest to our children and her job. Instead of her flying back we decided I should drive her. After our arrival at her home, I was very excited and wanted to see this "Gin Mill," where she had met the man that had "Popped her second cherry" so to speak. She was only too happy to take me there and show me around. It was while we were there that I began to hatch a plan that would bring the three of us together for a really big affair. The place was an old red barn out in the middle of a field that had been converted into a dance hall. There were three bars in the joint, and tables all around a giant dance floor in the middle. Country was the music of choice, and the dances were also. I was really disappointed but then I knew that she liked country music. I wasn't at all fond of it myself. I told her that while we were there that we should make it appear that we were only dating. She agreed readily enough. There were lots of guys coming over to ask her to dance. She would tell them that they had to ask her boyfriend first. Of course I would tell them to enjoy the dance with her. Shari was really putting on a show. She was rubbing hard against their crotch and letting them cop a few feels. I watched closely as I was in hopes to meet Bob. Alas he didn't show that night. As I was contemplating this, Shari said, "He works and doesn't go out much during the week." I realized that she knew me pretty well. I also noted that she seemed to know more about Bob than I had given her credit for. I had been working on a way to get her laid that night by some of the men who were at the dance. However, try as I would, there were no takers. "Oh well, their loss." When we got back to her place, I found out just how hot my slutty little wife was from all here rubbing on hard penises and guys' copping feels. She literally dragged me to the bedroom. She said, "I am going to give you something to really think about." She then fucked and sucked me until dawn. We finally drifted off to sleep with my cock still in her pussy. The next afternoon while we were just sitting around talking and drinking coffee, the phone rang. She answered it and low and behold, on the other end was Bob. He wanted to know if she was doing anything. She said, "Not really Bob. What did you have in mind." "How about starting with drinks at the Alibi, and we'll see where it progresses?" "Hang on Bob." She said, and she turned to me with that "What do I tell him?" I shook my head yes as I was listening in on the extension. "Sorry to keep you waiting Bob." She said. "But one of the children needed an answer from me right then. Of course I would love to go for drinks with you." "I'll pick you up at five." Bob replied. I looked at the clock and it was 3:15 PM. Not expecting the way it went down, I had been somewhat unprepared in giving her any kind of instructions. We decided that she would go with him to the bar. I would already be there. She was not to tell him anything about me watching. I would follow them wherever they would go from there. Shari gave me directions to the bar, as I was unfamiliar with this area. I arrived at the bar and went in. I located a table near the back and sat with my back to the wall. From this position I could see and hear most everything in the place. I ordered a Jack and Coke and sat back to wait. Five fifteen came around and they were a No Show. I wasn't to concerned yet as I knew that she would take her time getting away from the house. It was 5:45 and I was getting a bit nervous. Had he decided to take her somewhere else, or had it been called off? This was in the days before cell phones. As I was about to get up and stroll out, the door opened and there was Shari. She had this moose in tow. He was huge, Approximately 6' 2" tall and 235 lbs. He looked like he could have been a football player at one time in his life. I found out later that my first assumption about football was true. Shari saw me and made no attempt to make eye contact. She chose a table close to where I was. He came in behind her and pulled the chair out for her to sit down. I thought, "A gentleman too no less." They ordered drinks and sat and talked. I could see the little finger dance that was going on under the table though, and I was getting excited. "She is going to get fucked tonight." I thought. I had no idea how right I was at that moment. I observed that all of a sudden his playing with her leg and crotch had stopped. I wondered what had happened. The waiter approached my table and handed me a drink. I said, "Excuse me but I didn't order that." He said, "No Sir, It's from the couple at the table over there. They would also like for you to join them if you would please." I looked over and they were both looking at me. I thanked the waiter, picked up my drink and walked over to their table. I smiled down at Shari. Bob stood up and extended his hand to me and said, "My name is Bob. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." I just stood and looked at him for a moment and then took his hand. "My name is Mack, and I am really pleased to meet you Bob." Bob decided that this was to public a forum for him and that we should move our little party to his place. Shari agreed and I decided that I shouldn't mess up a perfectly good party. Besides Bob said that he had a bottle of the stuff I drink in his bar at home. They went out and got in Bob's car and I in mine. I followed Bob and Shari to his place. I could see that Shari was sitting in the middle of the seat next to Bob as he drove. I could imagine that she was playing with his cock, as Bob was not keeping the car under very good control. I later learned from her that I had been correct in my assumption. We arrived at Bob's place and I discovered that it was in a very affluent end of town. Bob, it turns out was a divorcee and he had built this house after his divorce. The basement wasn't totally finished, but there was a bar running along the load bearing wall for the center of the house. At the other end, on an outside wall was a fireplace. Through a door at the end of the bar, was the unfinished portion of the basement. A lone commode stood in the center of the room with no walls or screens about it. The commode was fully functional. Shari said that I should go check it out. "That is where Bob sent her the first night they had been together." Bob laughed and said, "and yes I peeked at her too." I told him that, "he didn't need to peek at me." Shari just looked at me and smiled. When I returned from relieving myself, she said, "I hope you didn't mind, cause I peeked at you." She then broke out in laughter. I couldn't help but smile at her. This was amazing. She seemed to be calm and totally under control. We sat and talked about how she and Bob had met as though they were a couple. She seemed almost too calm. I wanted to shake her up a bit. I said that it seemed hot. I told Shari that she should take off her shirt. I wanted to see what she was going to do. Without hesitation she removed her blouse and of course she had not been wearing a bra. There in the bright light of the basement bar her tits were revealed to both of us. My wife is 5' 5" and 120 lbs. She has auburn hair and 36 B breasts. She sat back down and picked up her drink and took a sip, still cool and calm. Bob's eyes were popping out of his head, and his bulge was getting quite large. I also caught him mixing my drinks quite strong, but said nothing. I had consumed a couple of them before I caught him. I wanted to get things moving along so that I would be able to watch before I was to drunk to participate in any way. I then told Shari to remove her skirt. Shari stood up and pulled the skirt off. As she was laying it aside, I reached over and removed her panties for her as well. She now stood before us wearing only a smile. Once again, any time there is a third party involved, things will not go along as one would want or wish. Bob was content now to just look at her body and reach across the bar and tweak one of her nipples from time to time. Shari's tits were not large but she had nipples that were the size of my ring finger. They were really standing up straight and begging to be touched. Finally Bob thought the booze was working on me well enough and he said to Shari, "You look a little chilly. How about I light a fire in the fireplace?" She said, "OK". And he lit a fire. Not once did he offer to let her put her clothes back on or a blanket to cover her. They lay on a hook rug on the floor in front of the fireplace for quite some time while the booze he had fed me was doing the trick. He thought that he had given me enough to knock me silly. What he didn't count on was that I was a Sailor and accustomed to large amounts of alcohol. Finally it was Shari that got the ball rolling. She said, "Lets go upstairs and show Mack your bedroom. You've got to see this. His bedroom is decorated totally in black and white. Including the bathroom." We went up the stairs with Shari in the lead, followed by Bob, and then me. I observed that the upstairs had the furnishings of a bachelor pad. But I was rapidly approaching the point of inebriation. We entered the bedroom. And there were Satin sheets on the bed. I grabbed a straight-backed chair from out of the living room and sat it just inside the door. Shari started to undress Bob. His body was very muscular but appeared that he had not done a lot of working out since college. My attention was drawn to the thing hanging between his legs. His cock flaccid was about 6 inches long. Hell when mine is rigid and raring to go it's at six and maybe a half. He lay back on the bed. Shari took up a position on her knees between his legs and began to suck his cock. She was really getting into it when she had to excuse herself to the bathroom. This gave Bob a little slack and he didn't like me sitting there watching. He said, "could you just wait outside for awhile until we are done?" I explained, "Either I watch, or I will pack our bags and go home and leave you in one hell of a state that you can take care of with your hand." Without saying another word to me, he yelled into the bathroom. "Hey Bitch, come out here and suck my balls." I was amazed when she came out like a lamb and crawled onto the bed and began sucking his balls. No matter what she tried on him she couldn't get him hard enough to consummate the act. He then stood up and said, "You fuck her then." I stood up and undressed and crawled onto the bed and she began to suck my cock. The booze had done its work. I couldn't get a hardon either. I reluctantly got up and took my trousers and shirt with me to the living room and got dressed. I sat down on the couch trying to figure a way that I could watch. In the meantime, things were progressing very rapidly in the bedroom. Suddenly I realized that I had walked out and that is not what I was there to do. I sprinted back to the bedroom door. As I looked inside I saw my wife with both her feet firmly placed on the mattress on either side of Bob's body. Her hands gripped the headboard of the bed. In this position, she was bobbing up and down on what looked like a very large cock. It appeared to be about 9 inches in length, and the diameter of a jar of baby food. Seconds after I looked in on them, he began to cum in her pussy. I could see his seed flowing down around his shaft as he pumped it in and out of her. She would lower herself all the way down on his body and then rise to where only the tip remained inside her. Shari looked over her shoulder and saw me standing watching as they fucked. She appeared to be a little startled. At the time, this meant very little to me, but as I look back, I wondered why she was so startled to see me? We had done a threesome with Mike and I had seen her with another mans cock in her pussy, so why now? Bob became aware that I was there. His cock began to rapidly deflate and dropped out of her pussy with a plop. Shari then moved over onto the middle of the bed into a sitting position, I am sure that she was anticipating more. Bob got up putting on pajama bottoms. Shari's juices still obvious on his cock. He said, "I have to work in the morning and I need my rest." I looked at my watch and it was 4:07 AM. He allowed Shari to go get her clothes and purse. While she was down stairs getting dressed, he said to me, "I am getting married next month and I would not like it if this were to be told to anyone." With that he showed us off into the night. As though he had done something very bad and he didn't want anyone around to remind him of it. Shari and I went home and made love until long after the sun came up. It was the first time that I had ever fucked her after a giant cock. Believe me when I say that it was a unique experience. Her vagina after fucking Bob was unbelievably stretched. I could barely get any friction from her pussy lips and walls, but as time wore on her elasticity returned. What made it possible for me to cum was remembering his cock disappearing inside her and then magically reappearing. It drove me over the top as I added my sperm to his in her well-stretched and lubricated pussy. We then fell asleep in each other's arms. The Adulterous Wife Ch. 1 I can understand why the divorce rate is so high, after 15 years of marriage I was getting really pissed off. Sex had turned into a ritual, we had to wait for the girls to go out, after all, you can't make love with someone else in the house, she then pops up stairs to get the stockings on and then it's a quick fuck on the sofa before they get back. It was like we had to plan everything with military precision just to get laid. It got to the point where I found it so boring that I was fantasying about all sorts just to get a hard on. I tried porn movies, magazines and stories, sure they all helped at the time but they didn't solve the problem, I was bored with the same old routine. The one fantasy that really turned me on was the thought of my wife flat on her back, legs spread, being treated like a slut while some guy fucked the arse of her with his big prick. "Let's stick an ad on the internet for someone else to join us, that will spice things up," I said one day after a disastrous session in the lounge. Big mistake. "If you think I'm going to make love with someone else just so you can get your perverted kicks your mistaken, it will never happen." She stormed of and refused to talk to me for a week. I blamed my wife Carol for the situation we were in and her steadfast refusal to try anything new. The more I thought about it the more convinced I was that the only way to liven up our sex life was to watch her being fucked by another guy with a much bigger cock, perhaps that would excite her, make her scream a bit. At 45, she was still very attractive with long blond hair, very long legs, slim body and 38"DD tits. OK, so the tits weren't as high as they used to be but she still turned heads everywhere we went. She always kept her pussy shaved smooth and was quiet happy dressing in stockings, high heels etc, trouble was, even that becomes samey. It was no good, I had to find a way of getting her into bed with some one else. The more I thought about it the more of an obsession it became. We had both started to go swimming at the local pool twice a week in order to keep fit and during that time I got to know some of the regulars and got on speaking terms with one guy in particular, his name was Paul. He was a lot older than us, probably mid 50's, but was in tremendous shape and from what I saw in the changing rooms he was incredibly well hung. "This exercise is obviously working, your missus in is tremendous shape," he said one night as we were getting changed. "Fancy her do you?" I laughed. "It's been a long time since I had a woman like that, she reminds me of my wife." We talked on and I found out his wife had left him for another man. He was quiet bitter about the separation and women in general stating that all women were just whores waiting to get laid. He only lived a mile away from us and as his car was in for a service I offered him a lift home. Eventually we formed a routine where we would take turns to drive, this gave Carol a chance to get to know him and after a while they were chatting like old friends and Carol was inviting him in for coffee. It was as we were getting changed one day that I plucked up the courage to ask him. "Paul, how would you like to fuck Carol?" He was busy drying himself and I saw his long cock give an involuntary twitch at the thought. "You can't be serious," he said, "a beautiful woman like that, she must have them queuing up." "If she had, she wouldn't even realise it." I told Paul the whole story and asked if he wanted to help. "What exactly do you have in mind?" He asked. "Well, I'm off to Germany tomorrow and won't be home until Friday. I'd like you to try and seduce her while I'm away and capture it all on film for me." I explained how I would set the video camera up in the bedroom and all he had to do was switch it on and press the record button on the remote control. He seemed a bit reluctant but agreed to give it a whirl. When I got back the following week Carol seemed very agitated and was hardly her old self. I went upstairs to unpack and checked the video. The counter registered just under three hours of tape. With Carol in the house I didn't get the chance to watch it but that night in bed she seemed like a changed woman. "Fancy a good fuck?" she asked climbing into bed dressed in black stockings and suspenders. "I've waited all week for this," she continued, lying beside me with her legs open wide and her fingers gently stroking her clit. Now for years I've asked her to frig herself off while I watched but she always said no, so why the change. I watched as she gently played with the little bud, eventually rubbing it harder and harder until she brought herself off. "Oh Christ that was good," she said coming down, "c'mon Hon, fuck me now, I need that cock up me." I didn't need asking twice and climbed between her legs. It was incredible, she raised her hips to meet my downward trusts and for the first time in her life started to whisper dirty things in my ear. "Oh yes, that's it baby, just there, oh yesssssss, c'mon hon, deeper, fuck me real deep." I fucked her like a man possessed, biting on her enormous nipples and banging away at her cunt as hard as I knew how. "C'mon baby, you always said you liked me as a slut, imagine I've just been fucked and I'm lying here with a cunt full of fresh cum, that's what you wanted wasn't it? C'mon babe, fuck me hard, make me cum." Wow, these were words I never ever thought I would hear coming from her mouth. I was at the point of no return and shoved my cock up her so hard she actually moved a foot up the bed. Spurt after spurt shot up her cunt as she pushed back against me, eyes shut tight, reveling in her own intense orgasm. As we lay together on the climb down she pressed her cunt against me holding my limp cock in place. "Oh I missed that while you were away, did you enjoy it?" As I rolled on my back with a contented sigh she dived on my cock and started to lick it clean. "Bloody hell, you've never done that before," I said, lying back enjoying the feel of her lips round my organ. "Hmm, just thought you might like something different." Now I knew something had happened. We fucked again that night and all during the weekend whether the girls were in or not, she seemed insatiable and just couldn't get enough. By Monday morning I was completely fucked out and relieved when she left me lying in bed while she went of to work. I gave it ten minutes and then turned the tape on. It started with a very giggly and slight tipsy Carol standing beside the bed dressed in a normal skirt and top. Paul was walking towards her, away from the camera. They stood by the side of the bed kissing while Paul ran his hands all over her body. "Paul, we really shouldn't be doing this, it's not fair on Tony." Paul was now pulling her jumper over her head exposing her mammoth tits encased in a silky black bra. "Don't worry, what he doesn't know wont hurt him, beside, I need you so bad, I've wanted this for months, every time I see you in that swim suit I have trouble controlling myself." His hands were now all over her tits, feeling them through the bra while he kissed her mouth, face and neck. "I don't know, it just doesn't seem right, I...ohhhhh." She stopped in mid sentence as his hand went up her skirt. I could see the movement under the thin material as he massaged her cunt mound, all the while still kissing her. With the other hand he undid the buttons and helped to ease the skirt down over her hips. She had my favourite black stockings on with matching suspender and tiny panties. Paul's hand was caressing her cunt through the thin material, occasionally sliding a finger inside the gusset between her pussy lips. Carol was now kissing him back and making no effort to stop him touching her. Sensing her submission, Paul got even braver and scooped both tits from the confines of her bra cups, squeezing them gently and weighing them in his hands before sucking on the nipples. "Oh Carol, these are fantastic." He played with her tits for a full ten minutes before dropping his hands to her panties and lowering them to the ground. Carol simply stepped out of them still with her arms round his neck and her lips locked to his. I may have spent the weekend fucking my brains out but I found myself with a hard-on to beat them all. Here was my wife, standing next to our bed dressed in high heels, black stockings and suspenders with her tits hanging over the top of her bra. She looked like a complete fucking slut and was acting like one. Paul continued to feel every part of her, tits, arse, thighs, eventually settling for one hand on her cunt and the other on her tit. He moved her round slightly giving the camera a better view as her slid two fingers into her very wet hole. "Like it?" he asked fingering her sloppy cunt, "oh yes, don't stop," "I just love it when another guy's wife acts like a whore, do you like being a whore Carol? Tell me." She was still engrossed in kissing him and very close to coming. "Yes, I love being your whore." These were new words for her, she hated anything sordid even during sex. He slowed his finger movements. "What are you doing," she purred, "I was near to coming, don't stop, please." "Tell me what you want then." "I want you to make me cum." "How my little whore, I want you to tell me how." She was a little taken aback but so close to the edge. "I want you to finger my cunt and make me cum." Paul speeded up a little but held of each time she got to close. "And what do I get in return?" he asked, "anything you want, you can do want you like with me." "You'll suck my cock in that pretty little slut mouth of yours?" "Yes." "And you'll let me cum in your mouth and drink all my spunk?" This was something she would never do but as Paul increased the pressure on her clit I was amazed to hear her answer, "yes." "Then, I'm going to spend the night fucking your nice tight smooth pussy, and who knows, if your really a good little slut then I might even invite my friend round to help me out, would you like that, two nice juicy cocks fucking you at the same time. "Yessssss. Oh yessssssss." Her knees buckled as she came and Paul lowered her onto the bed. The camera angle was just right and caught her lying there, spread out, legs wide open with her pussy lips glistening with cunt juice. Paul stood beside her and slowly undressed, when he turned sideways, I got my first sight of his fully erect cock. It really was big, a good 9 to 10 inches and much fatter then mine. Carol was transfixed. "My god, I never realised they could be so big." She reached out and touched it, both hands struggling to encompass it. Paul moved towards her head and getting the message she took as much as possible into her mouth. She always maintained she liked sucking cock but would never let me cum in her mouth. Paul held her head in place and slowly started to force more and more cock into her mouth until eventually he hit her gag reflex. I thought he would simply stop at this point and just fuck her mouth, but no, holding her head with both hands now he shoved his hips forward, forcing his cock into her throat. She wasn't expecting that and in sheer panic had both hands on his thighs trying to push him away but he was simply two strong. Carol was obviously fighting for breath but still Paul pushed forward until his whole cock was embedded in her throat, her nose nestling in his pubes. Only then did he let up, withdrawing slightly and waiting for her to catch her breath before repeating the mouth rape all over again. I don't know if a woman ever gets used to it or simply has no choice but to surrender, but after a few minutes she seemed to relax and work out that if she took a breath on the out stroke this would suffice. Sensing her surrender, Paul released her head a little and continued to plough his cock into her throat, she didn't pull away. "Oh yes, now you've got it, don't stop bitch I'm nearly there." A few more thrusts and his arse cheeks clenched as he emptied his over sized balls into my wife's mouth. I saw her swallow repeatedly but still some dribbled down the side of her mouth onto her chin. Paul continued to fill her mouth for what seemed like ages before finally pulling his limp cock free. He wiped his cock across her face smearing his cum round her mouth and chin. Finally I saw him reach for the remote, then the video went blank. A few seconds later it came back on. Carol was now lying on the bed, again spread eagled but this time playing with her pussy. "That's right, get it nice and wet while I get hard again." I guess Paul didn't want to waste tape and had turned the camera off while he recovered. Carol was wide eyed watching him wank his massive cock back to a full erection and the harder he wanked the harder she rubbed her clit. "You ready for this my little whore?" he said climbing between her legs. "Please Paul, don't call me that," "but that's what you are, any married woman that lets another man fuck her mouth and cunt must be a whore of some sorts." He moved her round slightly and lifting her leg gave the camera a clear view of his large prick entering my wife's cunt. Pausing at the entrance he said, "tell me what you are and what you want." She was desperate for his large cock and would have said anything he asked. "I'm a whore and I want you to fuck me with that big cock." Even she looked down as if in total disbelief that something so big could fit in something so tight. The first few inches went in easily and Carol lay back on the bed with her eyes shut tight. "My god, it's so big, go easy Paul please, I've never had a prick like yours before." Paul withdrew a little way before pushing forward again, this time embedding about two thirds up her. "You like my cock up your cunt?" "Oh yes, I love it." "Want the rest?" "What, there's more?" she said with genuine surprise. Paul held her hips as he rolled over onto his back bringing her with him. Carol was now sitting on top with 3-4 inches of prick still to go. "OK my little married whore, you do it," Paul said, casually playing with her tits as they swung above him. Very slowly, Carol pushed down, taking about another inch up her cunt. Then she rode up almost to the top before repeating the procedure again. After several strokes she was fully embedded on his mighty tool wailing like a banshee as a massive orgasm hit her. Paul continued to tweak her nipples until her orgasm subsided, then, holding her hips he lifted her up and down, forcing her to ride his cock again. During the next half hour they changed positions several times ending up in the doggy position with Paul ramming his cock up her from behind while hanging onto her swinging tits. She screamed with lust as with a final trust, he held still while he filled her cunt with juice, causing her to cry out as yet another orgasm swept through her. They lay together afterwards, Carol resting her head on Paul's chest. "Well, how was your first taste of adultery?" he asked her. "Hmmm, it was fun, I never knew I could take so much cock, especially in my throat." Paul gently pulled her by the hair forcing her head level with his, making her look straight into his eyes. "So do you like being my fuck slut, my married whore?" I could see she wasn't to keen on the term and her silence confirmed my suspicion. "Well now, if you don't tell me then I won't bother fucking you again." "Oh no, please, I want you to, I want to be your...fuck slut." "You really like my big cock?" "Yes I love it." "Better than your husband's?" She again took her time to answer. "It's just different I guess," "you mean bigger don't you, much bigger, I've seen his in the changing room, I bet it never touches the side, come on tell me, do you prefer my big cock to his?" My stomach churned. "Yes, I love the feel of your big cock up me." "And you'll do whatever I want?" "Yes Paul, anything." "Good, cause next week I'm bringing my friend over and we're really going to fuck the arse of you, OK?" Paul looked at the camera and winked as Carol looked straight at him and in a quiet voice said..."OK." The Adulterous Wife Ch. 2 Monday evening was swimming night and as we prepared to leave Carol was really nervous. "Everything OK, you look a bit white?" "No nothing, I just feel a bit off colour." I bet she did, we were off to collect Paul and she didn't know that I knew. She tried to cry off but I insisted she would be alright once we were there. "Hi Paul, how's tricks?" I asked as he climbed in the car, looking at Carol he said, "couldn't be better." Even in the dim light of the car I could see her blush. Once in the changing rooms Paul asked, "well, did you like the tape, I must admit I thought I'd gone too far forcing it down her throat but after the initial shock she took to it like a trooper. Unfortunately the tape ran out on the first night and I couldn't let on that it was recording so you didn't get to see her on the other nights." "What other nights?" I asked, "I thought you realised, the tape was made on Monday night after getting back from the pool, we had a few drinks on the way home and well, you know the rest. I then spent Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday fucking the arse of her as well, hasn't she told you anything?" "Nope, not a word." "Tell you what, that little bitch can't get enough, she's agreed to let me bring a friend next time your away, I showed her a picture of his cock, it's a little bit bigger than mine, she can't wait." I couldn't believe it, my shy wouldn't change for anything wife had become a total slut for any guy with a big cock. We made our way to the pool and I couldn't help but notice that Carol made every attempt to stay as far away from him as possible. Paul eventually trapped her in the deep end and I watched them have a heated discussion, looking in my direction every now and then. As I swam over to them Paul swam away. "Every thing OK, you and Paul looked like you were having a real heavy discussion." "Oh no, he was just telling me how to improve my stroke." Oh yeah, and I can just imagine what stroke that was I thought to myself. Getting changed I asked Paul what the conversation had been about. "I asked her why she hadn't told you, I thought she was going to have a heart attack. She made me promise not to say a word so I made her promise to be my slut and let my friend fuck her, that's when you came over." As we dressed we made plans for the following weekend. On the way home not a word was spoken until we neared our house. "Coming in for a coffee?" I asked, "no not tonight thanks, I've got some work to do," "no problem, just drop by whenever your passing, I'm sure Carol will entertain you if I'm not there." You should have seen her face. "Thanks mate, I might just do that," Paul said winking in my direction. When we got in Carol sheepishly asked, "what did you mean, I'm sure Carol will entertain you?" "You know, make him welcome, coffee, what did you think I meant, take your knickers off and fuck him?" She turned deathly white. "N, n, no, of course not, what, me fuck Paul, he's far too old." She was digging a bigger hole all the time and didn't even know it. I decided to rub it in. "Oh I don't know though, he keeps himself in shape and if you saw the size of his cock," now she went from white to red, " I think you might even change your mind." "Well if you think I'm going to fulfill your perverted fantasies by letting an old man like Paul touch me you've got another thought coming." I felt cross but contained it. "Oh by the way, I forgot to tell you I'm away with the club this weekend, should be home in time for Sunday lunch." I ride a motorbike and belong to a local club so weekends away was fairly normal. "When are you leaving?" She asked, 'Oh some time Saturday morning, not to early why?" "Oh no reason, just thought I might go shopping with one of the girls." That Saturday, I packed a few things in the panniers and set off................, straight to Paul's. We hide the bike in the garage and spent the day setting things up. "She's been told to get here by seven," Paul said hiding the video camera in the bookshelf, "Mike will get here about 7:30. Should be a lot of fun huh?" It was a long day but eventually just as night started to fall a car pulled up in the drive. "Watch this," said Paul, lets see just how obedient she is." Looking through the net curtains I saw Carol get out of the car, she was wearing a full length coat. Looking nervously round at the surrounding houses she suddenly threw the coat into the car, locked the door and ran to Paul's front door. "Looks like she complied I said." Paul had instructed Carol to walk to his door wearing only high heels, stockings, suspenders and an under the nipple bra he had bought her. "We'll leave her waiting a few minutes," he said watching through the curtains. Although the front door was sheltered by a porch, anyone walking by would get a clear view of her standing there dressed like a slut. She rang again. "Time to hide," said Paul heading for the door. "You bastard, you made me wait there deliberately, what if someone came along?" Paul grabbed her roughly by the hair and slammed her against the wall. "Listen slut, don't you ever critisise me again, you do what I tell you and you don't complain, or perhaps I should tell your old man what your really like." "No please, he'll kill me, I'm sorry Paul, it won't happen again." This guy had been fucking her for less than a week and already she was his sex slave. He led her into the lounge, sat her down and gave her a drink. I stood at the end of the room behind a Chinese screen giving me a clear view of everything. As this end of the room was in complete darkness I felt secure that even if she stared hard, she wouldn't see me. "So, you ready for some real sex?" Paul asked her, helping himself to her oversized tits, "you sure look like you are." "I'm not sure, what's this Mike like, he may not like me." Fuck me backwards, she wasn't concerned that a total stranger had been invited to fuck her, just that he may not like her. "Oh don't worry, he just loves married sluts." She didn't seem too reassured and stared nervously into her drink. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked sheepishly, "whatever we like," Paul replied spreading her legs and fingering her shaven pussy. The fucking slut just lay there while he played with her clit bringing her off. "That's right baby, your gonna need it nice and wet." Shortly after she had cum, the doorbell went. "Ah, that should be Mike, go and let him in." "I can't go like this, supposing it isn't him?" "GO!" Paul commanded. She reluctantly got up and walked into the hall. "And don't cover your tits with your arms, put them down." She did as Paul told her and taking a deep breath opened the door. We could see from the lounge into the small reception area and both Paul and I watched as Mike stood at the door admiring my wife. "Well now, what have we here, you must be Carol." As he spoke he walked round her admiring the view from all sides. "Oh yes, I can see we're going to have lots of fun with you tonight." He caressed her tits and moved a hand over her pussy. "Nice cunt, I like a smooth cunt, so much nicer to lick." With a hand on her arse cheek he led her back into the lounge. Mike was older than Paul and certainly carried more weight, in-fact he was rather fat. I could see the look of disdain on Carol's face. The two men made her sit on the sofa. "Show Mike what a good whore you are, get it nice and wet for him." She hesitated for a moment then both hands went down to her cunt. One spread the lips apart while the other sought and found her sensitive clit. As she wanked herself off both men started to undress. Paul was right, Mike was bigger than him, much bigger, in-fact he looked totally out of proportion with his short legs, fat gut and a prick the size of a horse. Carol looked at Paul. "No, there's no way I'm taking that up me, forget it, tell Tony, do what you like, NO." Paul grabbed her hair and yanked her into a kneeling position on the floor. "I don't think you understand bitch, your mine now to do with as I like." Producing a pair of handcuffs from under the sofa cushions, he secured her hands behind her back. Then he placed a blindfold over her eyes. "Now your ready for some serious fucking." Carol was sobbing, pleading with Paul not to hurt her. "Just do as your told and you won't get hurt, simple isn't it." She stopped sobbing and nodded her agreement. Mike, now completely naked, stood in front of her and fed his fat uncircumcised prick into her mouth. She really struggled to accommodate it. As it finally reached full length, the skin drew back revealing a very red coloured helmet already oozing spunk. Mike smeared the gooey substance all round her mouth before pushing it in again. Eventually, she managed to get the first few inches into her mouth. It was obvious that Mike's cock was so fat that there was no way she would be deep throating him so he simply had her suck what she could and use both hands to wank the rest. Meanwhile, Paul was sitting on the ground behind her busy fingering her sodden cunt. "Don't worry, if you can't get it all in your mouth, you'll love it up your cunt." Carol just grunted. Satisfied with his blow job Mike ask if he could fuck her. With Mike laying on his back, Paul guided Carol until her cunt was directly over Mike's rampant organ. Mike wiped his cock back and forth along her cunt lips, coating it in juices. "OK my little married whore, its all yours." He really got of on calling her that and we both watched as she lowered her cunt onto Mike's dick. She managed the first half without a problem but as his cock actually got fatter at the base the last 5 inches took ages. Eventually, with much grunting, swearing and coming, she was fully home. "There, you see, you could do it," said Paul rubbing his hands over her arse. She started to ride Mike's cock in earnest, bringing herself off more times than we could count and swearing like a common whore each time she rammed her cunt down on it. "Enjoying it are we?" "Oh yes, its so big, I've never felt so full of cock, its fantastic." "Good, then your ready for the next phase." This was my queue. I decided that if she was not going to let me in on it then I would simply have to help myself. She had already done several things with Paul that she refused to do with me, deep throat, swallow spunk, even fuck another guy, so I decided I was going to take her virgin arse. Waiting until another orgasm hit her, Mike pulled her toward him, crushing her tits against his chest. I lubed my cock with some KY jelly and got behind her. As I started to run my cock against her crack she nearly jumped out of her skin. "No Paul, please not there, your too big, you'll hurt me, please Paul, not that." "Quiet," he commanded. Feeling ready and harder than I've ever been in my life I pushed forward forcing myself into her arse. As I felt the resistance give I pushed harder sending all of my 6" deep into her virgin arse causing her to cry out in pain. That will fucking teach you, I thought to myself. Each time I pulled out it would cause her to cry out again and tense up waiting for the forward thrust. She still hadn't caught on it wasn't Paul. "Oh God, your hurting me, please Paul, no more, please." Mike started to move beneath her moving his cock a few inches in her cunt, the feeling against my own cock buried deep in her arse was fantastic. We got into a rhythm and eventually her sobbing turned to animal like grunts and I could actually feel her pushing back against my cock. After a few minutes of double penetration she was coming like a freight train. Paul took this as his signal and lifting her head stuffed his cock into her mouth. At first she simply accepted the giant tool like an old friend, taking it into her throat and doing all the things with her tongue to bring him off. Then she suddenly froze, the realisation that she was being fucked by three men at once had hit home. "Who......I mean........ Paul?" "Just enjoy, you don't need to know who it is, are you enjoying his prick up your arse?" "Yes but ......." "No buts, do you like having three pricks at once?" "Yes but I ..." "I've already told you, no buts, just be a good little whore and make us cum." Mike and I speeded up and it wasn't long before I felt that churning in my balls. It was really hard trying to keep quiet as I filled her arse with spunk. I was so excited that even after coming my cock stayed hard so I left it there while Mike shot his load up her cunt. I could actually feel every jet that pumped through his cock, he must have shot gallons. We both stayed put while Paul held her head and pumped yet another load down her willing throat. With her hands still cuffed behind her back she was unable to remove the blindfold and we left her in a kneeling position on the floor. Mike made her lick his prick clean, wiping it around her face and in her hair. I sat beside her pulling and twisting her nipples. "So, did you like being used by tree men?" Paul asked. "It hurt a bit at first but it was OK," she replied. "Would you like to try more?" "Um, I, um no, I don't think so, can't I just have you." Paul laughed, "but there's three of us here now, do you suggest my friends just sit and watch?" "No, I didn't mean now," "do you want my friends to fuck your tight little cunt and arse again?" "If that's what you want me to do," "I asked if you wanted them to fuck you again?" "Yes, I want them to fuck me again." "Good, because we've got all night and Mike wants to try your arse." "Oh my god, no, please, its so big it will tear me apart," "don't worry," said Mike, "your get used to it." Paul laid Carol face down across the sofa, hands still behind her back and her arse high in the air. Trickles of spunk ran down her crack mixed with a little blood. "How about you loosen her up again," Paul said to me. Kneeling behind her I used the KY to lube her up again and this time there was very little resistance as I slid my cock in. "Tell my friend how much you like him fucking your arse, tell him what you are and what you like us to do to you." Holding her hips I rammed my cock into her arse and held it buried to the hilt. "Your cock feels so good up my arse," she said gasping for breath. "And what are you," prompted Paul. "I'm a slut, a whore, do you like me being a slut?" I didn't say anything. "Tell him what you'd like us to do to you." "I'd like you to fuck my arse and my cunt with your nice cock. I want to suck a cock while another one fucks me. I want you to use me like a whore, do anything you want to me, fuck all my holes at the same time, fill me with lovely warm spunk." "Is he better than your husband?" Paul prompted, "oh yes, much better," she replied instantly. Carol had reached a new level of depravity and was now willing to let men use her every hole. She had no idea who I was but was willing to let me use her as I pleased. This thought was just too much for me and for the second time that night I shot my load up her arse. "Oh yesssss, I'm coming," she screamed just as the first jet filled her. As I pulled out Paul replaced me. Her arse was wide open now and well lubricated but even so she still cried out in pain as Paul's large cock penetrated her. He entered her slowly giving her time to get use to the extra width and depth until finally he was completely buried to the hilt. I maneuvered myself onto the sofa sitting with her head face down in my lap. She immediately took my cock into her mouth and started sucking. The thought that I'd just been fucking her arse didn't even come into it. Within seconds I was in her throat and matching Paul's thrust as he pounded her arse. "Boy, doesn't she look the total slut, sucking cock with mine up her arse. Maybe we should take some photo's to show her old man." Carol grunted something deep in her throat sending shivers up my entire shaft. I held her head and reveled in fucking her mouth, feeling her tongue wrap itself round the head of my cock. If only the bitch knew. Paul was speeding up until with a final effort her buried his cock to the limit and fired off. Carol clamped her mouth tight over my cock as she came bringing me off in her mouth. I wanted to make sure she tasted my cum so I pulled out slightly leaving only the first two inches in her mouth. She had to swallow hard to keep up with the flow and as my limp cock slipped from her mouth she lifted her head and licked her lips. "Hmmm, that tasted nice, did you like it?" I kissed her full on the mouth, "hmmmmm." Mike was now taking his position between her legs and pointing his horse like cock towards her arse hole. "Go easy Mike, we don't want to damage the goods." If anything, Mike had less trouble than either me or Paul. Her arse was so full of spunk that he slid in easily. It was only the last 2-3 inches that caused her any discomfort, as I've already mentioned, Mike was particularly big round the base. Mike fucked her for a while before pulling out and sitting on the sofa. He made Carol straddle his legs facing away from him and lower herself onto his cock, again, up her arse. He then leaned back holding onto her tits and invited Paul to fill her cunt. Now she did cry out. Two very large cocks were filling her at the same time causing both pleasure and pain. She was coming almost continuously and crying for them first to stop, then not to stop. Mike transferred his hands to her hips in order to rock her backwards and forwards on his cock while Paul knelt between her legs fucking her cunt like crazy. Not to be left out I pulled and twisted her tits, again mixing the pleasure with the pain. We continued abusing her for the next twenty minutes until with a roar Mike filled her arse with spunk. Her whole body went into spasm and continued to shake for 3-4 minutes. Even Paul and I stopped what we were doing and looked on in amazement, it was like watching an epileptic fit. When she finally came down to earth Paul had her kneel doggy style on the floor and fucked her hard until he came. I was totally spent but couldn't resist the chance to further humiliate her. I grabbed her hair and forced my semi hard cock back into her mouth. It was 12:45 before the two guys decided they could take no more. Mike went home leaving just me, Paul and Carol, still cuffed and blindfolded. Leading me into the kitchen where we couldn't be heard Paul asked if there was anything further I'd like to do to her or have her do. "How about we whip her a little, nothing too much, just enough to leave some marks for tomorrow, lets see how she explains them when I get home." "Great idea, how about a love bite on her tit as well," Paul suggested. We went back into the lounge to find Carol still in an upright kneeling position on the floor. She had spunk running from her arse and cunt, forming a small puddle on the carpet. I cupped her cunt in my hand and smeared the juice all over her, it was so slimy, I stuck first three then four fingers up her cunt and hardly felt the sides. Paul knelt in front of her and started to play with her tits, biting and sucking them, I knew he was deliberately leaving a mark. Carol moaned gently as we both played with her body, loving the attention she was getting and still wanting more. I took the leather belt from jeans and without warning brought it down hard across her butt. She screamed in pain and fell forwards as the belt dug in. Paul held her down leaving her arse high in the air. "You've been an unfaithful wife Carol, unfaithful wives must be punished," Paul said. I lashed out again leaving a red welt mark across her creamy arse. Several more blows followed each one causing her to cry out in pain. Satisfied that the marks would still be there tomorrow I called a halt and Paul rubbed her arse gently with his hand taking away some of the pain. "Why did you hurt me?" she asked between sobs. "So you know how bad you've been, what a little slut you are, a married whore." Now, go get some sleep. "Can I take a shower first?" The Adulterous Wife Ch. 2 "No, I like you dripping spunk, you can sleep like it all night, who knows, in the morning I might just add to it before sending you home." "But Paul, Tony will be home about 12am, I can't let him see me like this." "Why not, you told me he wanted to you to become a slut," "yes, but he'll kill me if he finds me like this, please Paul, I'll leave him, let me stay with you, I'll let you do anything you want to me, I'll even fuck your friends, there friends, anything." "Stay with me, but your just a fuck slut, I don't want you to stay here, and as for doing what I want, you will anyway. From now on your going to dress the way I tell you, fuck when I tell you and fuck who I tell you, but live here, your fucking joking, I don't want a cheap slut living in my house, now BED," Paul commanded. I hid behind the screen while he removed the cuffs and blindfold and watched as a meek Carol simply obeyed her master and went to bed covered in the spunk, bites and bruises of three men. To Be Continued... The Adulterous Wife Ch. 3 After Carol had gone off to bed, I quietly wheeled the bike out of Paul's garage and pushed it several yards down the road before firing it into life. As I rode home I was fuming and already planning her homecoming. The little slut was willing to leave me to live with Paul and let him treat her like a common whore, well, two could play at that game. Paul had agreed not to release her until I called. I would give him enough time to fuck her again before sending her home. I always called her on her mobile to say I was on my way but this time it would be different. "Hi Hon, I'm on my way home, where are you now?" "Oh Hi, I'm err still in bed, did you have a good weekend," "yeah it was fun, did a lot of things I hadn't done before, how about you, do anything nice?" "No, not really, just the same old stuff, where are you now?" "I'm about thirty minutes away." The was a long silence before I heard her gulp. "Th, th, thirty minutes, you can't be, I mean your in Wales aren't you?" "Yes, but we left early, thought I'd catch you in bed and spend the day there, just the two of us, why is it a problem?" "N, n, no, no problem, I err, I um just thought you em, well, would be a lot longer that's all." "You don't too pleased to hear from me, everything alright?" "Fine, yes, every things err fine." "Good, then I'll see you in about thirty minutes, get your stockings on and stay in bed, I feel randy as hell, bye." Now the fun would start. Paul later told me that she was running round like a headless chicken and really panicked when he insisted on fucking her in the hallway. "Paul please, I don't have time, I have to get home and showered before he gets there, please Paul." "Don't worry, he won't be home for at least 30 minutes and it's only a two minute drive from hear, plenty of time to fill you up again." Wearing only her stockings and shoes, Paul had her face down over the small hall table, taking about ten minutes to fill her cunt with fresh spunk. All the time she was complaining that she wouldn't have time to clean up. Eventually, with only minutes to spare she had to run to the car in broad daylight with spunk running down her thighs. She was so nervous it took ages to open the lock and retrieve her coat; Paul reckons several people saw her. I rode about half mile down the road and parked up behind a car, keeping the house in site. Sure enough a few minutes later and she pulled into the drive. I didn't want to give her time to wash or anything so I immediately revved up and pulled into the drive behind her making sure she could hear the bike. I was in the front door and up the stairs just in time to see her climbing into bed. "That was quick, I've just finished putting my stockings on," she lied. I noticed a damp flannel in the basin and knew that she had attempted to wipe the evidence away, I also knew that Paul had fucked her just before letting her go so if I waited a few minutes more spunk was sure to drip out. Stripping of my leathers I jumped into bed beside her. "Oh boy, I've been dreaming about this all weekend," I said grabbing both her tits, pulling her nipples close enough to suck. She held my head to her tits and ran her hands through my hair. I noticed the love bite but said nothing. Moving one hand down to her cunt I started to rub the lips, finally sliding a finger up her hole. "My, some ones wet, what have you been up to?" "N n n nothing, wh, what do you mean, up to." "Oh I just thought you might have fulfilled my fantasy, you know, spent the weekend getting fucked by some guy with a big cock." "Oh no, not that again. I've already told you, it will never happen, now if your going to talk about that I'm going for a shower." She tried to climb out of the bed, I held her down. "Oh come on, your telling me you wouldn't like a 10" cock up your cunt or down your throat, maybe even up your arse, I bet you'd love it." I could feel her whole body tense as I described the scene, my fingers still working her cunt. "Even your cunt feels like it's just been filled with spunk, got someone hiding in the wardrobe have we, maybe he just finished fucking you before I got here, now that would be nice, a cunt full of fresh spunk." I pulled my fingers from her cunt and offered them to her mouth, she turned away feigning disgust. "Lick them," I commanded. She really wasn't sure what to do and staring me warily in the eyes she licked the juices from my fingers. "You know what I dreamt last night?" I asked her, cupping her wet smooth cunt in the palm of my hand, "Well, I dreamt that the minute I was away you went to stay with Paul. I imagined you in your stockings, heels and one of those sexy under the nipple bra's parading round in front of Paul, letting him do anything he wanted to you. I imagined you sitting on the sofa, legs spread wide while he fingered your dripping cunt. In this dream he turned you into his sex slave and made you do all sorts of things, suck his cock deep into your throat, fuck your mouth and cunt and then fuck his big cock up your arse." I could see the look of fear in her eyes as I described the scene, she really wasn't sure if I knew or not. "Yeah, and then the dream got even wilder, these other guys join in and ended up fucking you in all three holes at once, and you know the best bit?" "Wh what," she asked, "you fucking loved it. The more they abused you the more you liked it." She took a deep breath pulling herself back together and said, "well, it's a good job it's only a dream isn't it, now if you don't mind, I'm going for that shower." She tried to push my hand away from her cunt but I dug my fingers in deeper causing her to wince in pain. "Tony, your hurting me, let me go...NOW." "But darling, you haven't heard the best bit yet. You see, after they finished fucking every hole in your body, they decided to leave a few marks by whipping you with a belt, something for me to find in the morning." She froze. Taking my fingers from her cunt I threw the bedclothes back exposing her complete body. The stockings were torn, there were love bites on both tits and rolling her over I saw the deep red welts on her arse. "Funny, they were just like the marks on you now." "Oh my God, you know, don't you, look Tony, please, I can explain." I grabbed her head and pushed her down on my cock. "You can start explaining after you've sucked me off, and make sure it goes down your throat you cheap fucking whore." It felt great, I had complete control over her and knew that from now on she would do everything I said. She sucked me off in record time before laying back, head on the pillow staring at the ceiling. "How did you find out?" she asked. "I've got some good friends who look out for me, now suppose you tell me exactly what you did last night, and don't leave anything out." "Well, I went to Paul's about seven and..." "What were you wearing?" I interrupted. "Um, my um skirt and blouse with stockings and high heels underneath," she stuttered. I knew she was lying but wanted to see just how much she would tell me. "Go on, you got to Paul's and then what?" "We had a couple of drinks and then he fucked me in the lounge." "Just you and Paul?" "Yes." I slapped her hard round the face, "you lying fucking bitch, now you want to try again or do I throw you out in the street wearing your whore suit." "Please, OK, look, perhaps I didn't tell the exact truth, I'll tell you, OK?" I waited patiently. "OK, Paul made me wear stockings, heels and a bra he bought me, one of those under the nipple things. I had to drive to his house wearing only this covered with a coat." "He made you?" I asked trying to sound shocked. She ignored the implication and went on. "When I got there I had to leave the coat in the car and walk to his front door dressed like a whore, the bastard made me stand there for ages. When he eventually let me in we had a couple of drinks and then, you know, he started to play with me." "No, I don't know, you tell me." I was thoroughly enjoying this, making her squirm. "He err, he err played with my tits and pussy." "You mean your cunt?" "Yes, he played with my cunt. He made me sit on the settee with my legs spread wide while he um fingered my err... cunt." "Did he make you cum?" "Yes." "Go on, then what?" Now she looked really sheepish and was looking round the room for a means of escape. "Please Tony, please, don't make me do this." "You can tell me or fuck off, it's up to you." "He made me fuck another guy." She said it so matter of factly as though that was the end of it. "How. I want to know all the details." "Paul arranged for a friend of his, Mike I think his name was to call round and fuck me. He made me open the door to him dressed like a... a whore. Mike came in and felt my tits and pus... Cunt, then he and Paul took turns to fuck me." "What do you mean, took turns, what Paul watched while Mike fucked you, what? "N, n, n, n, not exactly, they err, they um both um you know, they err fucked me together." "How?" She took another deep breath, "Paul would stick his cock up my cunt while Mike fucked my mouth, then they would change places." "I know Paul's got a big cock, what about this Mike, was he a big boy too, how old is he?" "Oh, I'd say about 40 something and no, he didn't have a big cock, just average really, about the same as yours." She was really trying to play it down. "So, we've got Paul and Mike taking turns to fuck you, anything else?" I had started to play with her cunt again and boy was she getting wet. "No, not really, they made me suck their cocks and drink there cum, oh yes, then Paul called me a naughty married whore and whipped me a little bit, that was it really." With two fingers deep up her cunt I squeezed as hard as I could. "Want to try again or do I frog march you to the front door and shove you out?" "Ouch, OK, OK, I'll tell you the rest... how do you know all this?" "I've told you, I've got friends, now what really happened?" "It's true what I've told you so far, they did make me suck their cocks down my throat and drink spunk and they did take turns fucking me in different positions. There was a third guy there." "And who was he?" "I...don't know." "You don't know, what do you mean you don't fucking know?" She was fidgeting now and really uncomfortable. "They hand cuffed my hands behind my back and blindfolded me. Paul and Mike fucked me at the same time then Mike laid on his back and they made me get on top. Mike waited until I came then held me down while.... while this other guy fucked my arse." "Hang on, your telling me that you let some total stranger walk into Paul's house to find you dressed like a fucking whore. You suck his and Paul's dicks, then you let them cum in your mouth, something you never let me do, before taking turns fucking you. THEN, to top it all off, you let some guy you can't even see stick his prick up your arse while your sat on Mike's cock! Just what sort of fucking slag are you?" "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop them, my hands were cuffed behind my back and they were too strong for me." "So we've got Mike's average sized cock up your cunt and Mr Mystery up you arse, what was Paul doing?" "He put his cock in my mouth." As she told me the story I was increasingly rubbing my hand over her cunt mound, dipping into her hole and rubbing her very prominent clit. I think it was a mixture of this and the memory of having all three holes filled at once that sent her crashing into the most intense orgasm. "You fucking whore, your still getting of on it aren't you. Tell me, did you like having three men fuck you at once?" "I couldn't help it, it just felt so good." "So you did enjoy it?" "Yes." "And do you enjoy being treated like a slut, a whore for old men?" "Yes." I slipped my cock up her arse. "And what do you think I should do with you now?" "Please Tony, please, I'll do anything you want, please, don't throw me out, I'll make all your fantasies come try, I'll fuck anyone you say while you watch or join in, anything I promise." Looks like life's going to be fun from now on.