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A Loving Wife

By: CamillaHumby



I don't know what love is, other than what I feel for you.

I desire you, but more than that, I want to be desired by you.

I keep your house, thankful that you permit me to share it with you, and am always seeking to decorate it to please you.

I keep myself fit and attractive, thankful that you find pleasure in me, and am always seeking how best to present myself to you.

I am thankful for the resources you've provided to improve myself and my appearance.

I am watchful of what you find attractive in other women, not out of jealousy, but in order to know how to please you better.

I've learned to wear clothing and makeup I never would have tried except to please you.

I am thankful for your eyes, and I appreciate your response when you see me. 

I love your smile which rewards me when I please you and find that each time it bonds me to you more strongly. I maintain in my memory my favorite ten smiles of the time we've been together and the last ten smiles you've given me.

I love your hands and the feeling of your touch on my body. I appreciate that you believe you touch me with my permission, which is given as part of my submission to you.

I remember each time you've undressed me, the times you took me quickly and roughly, the times you aroused me slowly and lovingly. Each memory is precious to me.

I've learned the taste of every part of you, in submission, in aggression, and cherish the flavors you've shared with me.

I love your sex and the practices which you've taught me. I love the game of learning each time what pleases you and how you surprise me with your reaction - sometimes fulfilling my expectations, sometimes amazing me with changes.

I love being taken by you when sex is the last thing on my mind. The moment, the instant of realization that I must submit to your wishes, to your desires over mine, are the sweetest of my life.

I love waking you with my mouth and tongue, feeling your consciousness return in this way, and how your hands find my head and communicate your permission to continue.

I love the response of my body to your lovemaking.

We've agreed never to discuss this, but I enjoy our Wednesdays when I meet you for lunch in a hotel room dressed in a floral print dress and heels and submit to you without either of us speaking. You bend me over a chair or sofa or table, have your way and leave me, humiliated. I love that you love this and understand me in this way.

I am aroused when you punish me, using your superior strength to discipline me when I disappoint you and me. I appreciate your commitment to my instruction in this way and the opportunity to earn your forgiveness.

I understand that sometimes discipline will be used only to amuse yourself. I cherish the opportunities to submit to you in this way.

I am thankful that when you desired intimacy with another woman, it has always been in concert with me. I loved the times you've permitted me to choose our new partner and to seduce her and to instruct her in how to please you. Most of all, I appreciate that you return to me.

I appreciate your offer to celebrate my birthday with the gift of another man to please me. I love that you understood when I refused and comforted me in my confusion. Your desire and pleasure is all I will ever want.

I desire intimacy only with you. I understand that your ambitions and place in society require that you permit others the fulfillment of their desire for me. I do this lovingly and enthusiastically with the understanding that my submission to you and love for you is the basis of my compliance. I appreciate that each time you ensure I understand why and how the provision of my favors to another provide you benefit and advantage. These encounters have broadened my understanding of men and women and I challenge myself to channel my new knowledge to your pleasure with me.

I love you most when you provide us special time together after these occasions. I need this reassurance and find comfort in your willingness and understanding to provide it.

You've cared for me when I was not at my best and permitted me instances of rebellion and confusion. I thank you for your loving understanding and commitment to returning our relationship to a form that pleases you.

You asked me to write this and I appreciate the opportunity to share my feelings about you and about our relationship with you. I hope there are no false notes and trust that you'll share any possible misunderstandings with me.

I lied about being jealous of other women. I know I cannot prevent you watching them and that I would submit to anything to keep what we have. 

Let none of this be construed as a request that you change, I love you and everything you are and have been to me. I cherish our time together and look forward to the future.

No matter what comes, I am yours.

A Loving Wife



This si a story of a man falling in love with his son's black wife.




I gazed at her with a lump in my throat, she is so heart breakingly beautiful, her soft angelic cherub like face, even elfin when she is in a cheeky mood, but today, like some other's before this, her face was crumpled. I knew what she was thinking.

"Why is he treating me like this, I don't deserve it, I hold myself for him, only him."

I had only met her once a year ago, when I came back to this country for her wedding. That too had been a surprise because she was/is black, it turns out her great grandparents were servants to a Royal Naval attaché in Kenya and he brought them back with him, but things turned out badly and they ended up on the streets trying make a living. Somehow they got through it. Now I was home between jobs, one was on for a month's time to start, and it is in South Africa, so I had plenty of time for a holiday at home, one I hadn't had for some years.

She is Roberta, or Bobbi to me and others, her husband of one year was my son. I'm divorced from his mother so have only seen him a few times in the last 4 or 5 years, he is twenty now, and Bobbi is nineteen. What on earth possessed her to marry my son will forever remain a mystery to me. But there again maybe not, she could have been trying to improve her life style and that of her parents, I wished her well! 

He is so much like his mother, and again I ask myself what on earth possessed me to marry her those twenty long years ago, I don't know either. I suppose it must have been because she told me she was pregnant and I was the father. I was too, but I tried to be a good dad while he was growing, but when he got to nearly sixteen, I broke up, moved away, got work overseas, and then divorced, and I have never been happier.

Danny, my son, never got to hear my side; I was blamed as the bad guy by his mother, a terrible father for abandoning my son and her. He never has known of what she was like, a domineering person, wanting everything, and giving little in return. He, Danny of course was brought up in his mother's image; I could never quite get my face in.

So when I left, I fit the bill for his mother down to a tee. Danny had been given everything by her; I at least tried to be more strict without being bossy or nasty. But I got painted that way, and that's the way he sees me. He is a spoiled brat to put it bluntly, everything all his life was done for him.

But in my heart I want him to be a success, how I don't know because his grades at school left a lot to be desired, I even got him and opening with me in Dubai, he lasted two weeks. "Too hot, too dusty, the work is too hard, I miss my mom, I don't like it here." He called his mother; the next thing he was in a taxi to the airport, and that was that.

I know he is only young to be away from home, but he had me looking out for him, but he just flatly refused to give it a go. I never heard from his mother about it. I called him 3 months later, he was okay, never apologised, he never even mentioned his injured pride at having to work for a living. 

I think the biggest problem was the fact that his mother had money, lots of it. All gained from very rich grand parents, good luck to her is my attitude, but I refused to be a kept man. I had my own pride, oh don't worry I had the holidays, and the cars but it was all with a cost.

"Don't you forget who paid for that!" she would remind me, I put myself through college, got my masters in engineering and I was up and running, after 5 more years was well paid, and well thought of. After the separation became complete I moved away for good. I tried to keep up contact with Danny, but I was wasting my time. Then out of the blue I received an invite to his wedding.

I of course accepted, I was told what to buy, what to wear, which hotel to stay in, all I had to do was buy my air ticket! I went to her house on the Friday night to speak with her, I asked if there was any thing I could do, no matter how small, suffice to say, I wasn't needed in that regard.

She did in fact tell me that she was paying for everything, Danny's wife to be was from an impoverished background, and his mother had taken it all away from her parents, who lived in council accommodation. I wondered how they felt about that and made a note to myself to find out.

Danny was there too, he greeted me with an, 'hello' and nothing else. I felt like already the proverbial spare prick at a wedding, his bloody wedding! I asked his brides name and where was she from all that kind of thing, I was genuinely interested. I was told her name was Roberta Carol Jennings, just turned 18 years of age, which surprised me more than I could say. So young to be getting married, I thought.

I asked if she from this town or elsewhere, Danny told me she lived on an estate called Netherwood, I knew it, so now I knew her name and also where she was from. I checked the phone books and there were two families with that name from that area. I hit pay dirt on the first call.

I introduced myself as Danny's father, I could almost hear the 'OH,' down the phone, I quickly explained why I was calling to put them at ease, and asked if I may call to see them. Fortunately they agreed, and around I went. I knocked and waited, the door opened, and I was greeted by an ordinary looking man, well, I suppose we can all be ordinary, can't we?

He invited me in to a not so well furnished small council house, but it was sparkling clean. I could see that they were not well off, but I could sense the pride within. I liked them both immediately. Without going into too much detail, I learned they were on benefits, but he was ill, and his wife cared for him. I had a lovely afternoon and I saw eventually where Bobbi got her looks from, her mother had the same hair, long sleek and jet black, the arched eyebrows, the full lips, the hauntingly beautiful face, yes, she was her mother's daughter okay.

He told me they had cashed in their insurance policies, but Danny's mother had refused to acknowledge it or them. It was her do, and it would be done her way, bitch! I thought. I could see the hurt in their eyes. I confided in them that my ex wife treated me and everyone else the same, as lesser beings. He turned out to be an ex car mechanic, and from his wife, I learned he had been better than anyone there is alive.

I made a couple of phone calls, and soon I had him placed as a technical advisor to apprentices at the local technical college, learning the car mechanical trade, no hands on, just expertise. The friend I arm twisted allowed me to pay, unknowingly, his first months wage, and then if he proved any worth he would take him on. It's another story now but it worked a treat and their lives are improving immeasurably.

I was staying at an hotel, but didn't like it, I asked the receptionist if she knew of any short term lettings for an apartment nearby. She looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening, and gave me a phone number to call. I did, I went to see this apartment over looking the river, and took it right away, it was a beauty!

The wedding was two days away, I was at my son's house, I didn't even like calling it a home. I tried to gain an interest in the upcoming day, but I found it difficult, she more or less ignored me, and he just wasn't interested in anything I had to say. I learned through normal gossip in the house that Danny thought he was jack the lad, since becoming engaged to Bobbi he had treated her badly. Not physically, but by doing and going to wherever and whenever he wanted, I also learned he was messing about too. Why the fuck was he getting married, and why was this dark beauty letting him?

Let me describe her, she is about 5ft 7" tall, elegantly styled in her manner, demeanour and grace, your eyes lock on to her when she walks, or slides and glides on her tiny feet. Her face is astonishingly beautiful, extenuated by her fabulous silky black hair that reaches past her slim shoulders, she is slender, yet has an almost voluptuous body, but what she has is all girl like, and certainly all woman, even if she is still tender in years, she is sensual, sexy and very feminine.

Having worked abroad I know how sexy black women can be, they give their man everything, love, heart and soul. I guessed this what Bobbi was trying to do with Danny, but he didn't care about that very much as far as I could see. What a fucking idiot, I said to myself. He ought to have her at his side, day and night!

So here I was, sat in my ex wife's house, just me and Bobbi. I asked if she was alright when I knew she wasn't. I imagined she was utterly gob smacked by all the goings on, the whirlwind that was to be her new mother, the idiot she was marrying, and the arrangements of which she was taking no part in, even though it was supposed to be her own wedding. The hurt in her eyes was palpable.

"What's happening tonight Bobbi, are you going out, staying in, going back to your parents, what?" I asked.

"I think I'll go home, there isn't much point in staying here is there really?" she said sadly.

"I'll drive you okay?" And I stood up to avoid any refusals from her.

"Thank you Mr Herbert," she smiled wanly.

"Bobbi, I'm not Mr Herbert, I'm Alan to you, and your mom and dad okay?"

"They'll call you Mr Herbert when they meet you, er Alan."

"Well this afternoon they were calling me Alan, and I was calling them Thomas, and Lily!" I replied smiling. The look on her face was priceless.

"You mean you have met them, where?"

"At your home," I told her, "I went to see them, I wanted to meet my beautiful future daughters parents, and so I did. And I think they are wonderful loving parents, I like them tremendously."

Bobbi sat back down in shock. "I can't believe it; they don't want anything to do with them." She told me, nodding her head, meaning Danny and his mother. This I really was shocked by, I knew my ex could be a nasty piece of work, but fucking hell, I thought, you have to give it a go at a wedding!

"Come on," I said, "lets leave a note telling them we've gone, and he can call you later."

"He won't call me, and she won't care." I saw the lump slide up and down her throat, It was none of my business, but I was thinking I had to stop this stupid wedding, knowing there would be little I could do, or her life would be ruined.

I didn't take her home, I drove to a little out of town bistro, it was late afternoon and we had the place to ourselves. I sat her in the far corner, in a little booth, and sat next to her. The waitress came and I ordered for us, she gave me a knowing look, that said. 'You lucky dirty old bastard!'

"Hey,' I told her in my own head, 'less of the old, I'm only forty two!' Then I laughed, and she saw the joke too, and went off smiling to herself.

We had a great time, the food was fabulous, the wine too, and she told me everything about her and her family. I listened to every word. Then I told her about me, my ex, and Danny. She wasn't impressed at all. It was 8 o'clock now, so I said, "I hate to do this, but I think we had better go, don't you?"

"Yes I suppose so, but I don't want to, I love being with you Alan, you are so nice."

"Ugh," I said, "There's that awful word that every man hates being called," I said, "nice!" She laughed, and then said.

"Okay you are not nice, you are a wonderful man, I love everything about you. You are so utterly different to Danny and his blessed mother."

"And you," I told her, "are so utterly breathtakingly beautiful, if you were mine, I would never leave alone you for one minute!" Without missing a beat, she said.

"I don't want to go home yet Alan;" she said quietly, "can we go somewhere else please?"

"Well it's a little late, and I have things to do, I was going to drop you off and go home." I told her. 

"I want to go with you, please?" Now I was shocked.

"But if people found that out, there would be trouble Bobbi," I told her.

She giggled, and said, "I'll hide in the back of the car, and I won't breathe a word if you don't." Not realising the position I was placing myself in, I said, yes okay. And certainly not even contemplating what was going to happen either. It never even entered my silly dumpy head!

We drove back, she chatting happily, and we arrived, I parked the car out of the way and up we went. She was like a school girl when she saw the views and the terrific apartment, running and jumping. I laughed, sat in a chair and took off my jacket and shoes. And that's when things changed.

She came to me with a look in her huge deep brown doe like eyes, that said. "You can't resist me?' And she was right too, I couldn't and I didn't. The next thing was, no words were spoken, she simply sat in my lap, laid her lovely head on my shoulder, curled herself up into me and went right to sleep. I sat there in stunned silence, now what? I thought. I made myself as comfortable as I could. I was glad I had visited the loo just prior to this taking place.

I woke up a few short hours, or many minutes later, I didn't know. But what was different was what had woken me up, her hand was inside my shirt and she was running it around and through my quite hairy chest. Her face was buried in my neck, and I could feel those wonderful thick pouty, and very soft lips sort of clamped to me.

I kind of held my breath, not knowing what was going on, was she sleeping still? Did she know what she was doing, ie, turning her to be soon father, into a quivering horny wreck! I knew my prick was growing, I could feel it. Well, wouldn't yours do the fucking same!

That was when her ass shifted, not a lot, just enough to get me fully hard. Here I was, sat in my chair with the girl that was going to marry my son, and I had now, a raging fucking hard on. Then I knew, that she knew what was going on, she half bit, half kissed my neck, and whispered to me, "Alan?"

"Bobbi," I croaked, I'm sat there with this breathtaking black beauty in my lap, sat on my now fully prominent and very hard prick, already turning me inside out. I was old enough to be her father and this shouldn't be happening, but I knew I wouldn't be doing anything to stop it, or her.

Her hand inside my shirt got more insistent, more entertaining, more brave, the fingers even dipped into my waist band, now I knew where this was going to go. My bed and her pussy!

"Bobbi," I said again.

"Don't worry daddy," she whispered in my ear, between nibbling it. "It'll be our secret forever." Bobbi didn't waste anymore time now she knew I was in for a penny, and in for a pound!

My shirt was opened, she moved a little and those lips of hers closed over mine, my future daughter was kissing me like no daughter in law should, and I was kissing her back. It was a magical sweet tasting kiss. Her hand was working magic on my chest and skin, and soon my shirt wasn't covering me anymore.

She pulled away slightly, gazed into my eyes, and said.

"Daddy, I need you, I need this, please don't say no, please?" I answered by kissing her hard and long, my tongue found hers she joined battle. I don't know ho won, or who lost, I didn't care. When we looked at each other again, she wiggled her eyes, indicating over her shoulder. 

'Bedroom,' she was saying. I pushed myself away from the chair and carried her to my bed. We undressed each other in a sort of controlled frenzy, stopping now and then to learn each other, to touch, to feel, to know. We were both breathing hard with excitement, and then we were there, her half under me, me ready to plunge my full prick into where it should never be going.

I slid in bringing a soft moan from her, and a very satisfied happy grunt from me. Her long slender legs slid up and over me in one sweeping movement, her arms encircled me. I was on top in the dominant role, but it was her who had me completely. Her dark skin was silk smooth, shiny, translucent like. I bent my head and kissed those soft brown lips, and immediately leaped the gap into heaven. 

Her hips gave way to me and I began the ride to bliss, for myself and for her, our bodies tightly hugged together, moving in unison. I gave her all I had to give, and Bobbi gave it all back and more. How long I lasted I'm not sure but I went for a good time, Bobbi moaned and mewled, licked, kissed and bit me. We both came in rush of passion that blazed through us, certainly me, my toes curled as I blasted my cum into her warm soft and receptive pussy. I looked down at her and knew I had met someone more than special, God how I wished I was twenty years younger.

She smiled up at me, and said sweetly.

"Now you see why I said you were nice Alan, in fact you are better than nice," her tight hug confirmed her words. "That was the best ever Alan, and I mean it, I have never had that kind of orgasm before, I know what its like to feel at last like a real woman."

Her smell filled my nostrils, black women have a smell all of their own, it's different to white women, no worse, no better, just different, and I loved hers. I loved the feel of her soft hands sliding across me back, the way her legs laid over the back of mine. But most of all I loved those eyes ans lips. I felt as if I could fall into those dark limpid pools of desire. And kissing her was every mans dream.

I have had my share of lovely, sexy beautiful women, and fucked a few I shouldn't have because of possible repercussions. I had a sheik's daughter one night until I found out who she was.

Arab women can fuck for any world team, they have no life except away from their families, and then their hair comes down, big time. Under the black garb are women desperate to be loved and fucked. They have gold dripping out of their ears; it is of no value to them. I have been given plenty over the years as gifts. And I have sold it all on and now have a tidy sum in the bank, thank you very much!

But as I peered at this dark beauty below me, it came to me that I had never met one such as Bobbi, never! I also sort of came to my senses then too, although I had no intention of moving yet, except for sliding off and facing her, her legs kept me captive, her arms prevented me from slipping away.

"You are regretting this now Alan, now that you have had me? now that we have made love?"

"No Bobbi, not in that sense anyway, how could I ever regret something as wonderful as this, as wonderful as you." I told her and kissed those lips once more. She kissed me back hard and long, her head moving to capture every bit of me.

"You will love me forever Alan, want me forever, need me forever, even though I am to marry your son?" This was said wistfully.

"Yes Bobbi I will I promise, I wish you could be mine, but the scandal it would cause if this got out would hurt everyone, and that includes your mom and dad."

"Yes," she said into my mouth, we fell asleep then, the both of us, each entangled in the others arms and bodies.

I awoke in the early hours, the sun was just rising, it was 5.45am. I reached for her but she wasn't there, then I smelled frying, she was in the kitchen making me breakfast, all I wanted to do was fuck and make love to her again. I went in and there was a sight every man should be blessed to see. This dark beauty was stood there, one shapely knee raised, wearing nothing but a huge bright dazzling smile and one of my white shirts. She looked staggering.

I went to her and we shared the most amazing morning first kiss.

"I want you Bobbi, I can't wait," I told her, my hard on sticking into her. Without batting an eye, she turned off the cooker, dropped to her knees and engulfed my throbbing prick. Her eyes glued up to mine she ate me, that's all I can say, she ate me alive. Her long silky black hair dangling down her back, emblazoned by my white mans shirt. I can honestly say I have never seen a woman wear a mans shirt the way Bobbi did that morning. 




A Loving Wife



My balls were packed with cum, her hand massaged them, her other hand was behind me holding me to her while she swallowed my engorged prick whole. Her lips nestled into my pubes, her pert brown nose crinkled, and I started to cum, I held on to the counter, she sucked me dry, I exploded with a forward thrust that sent my prick careering down her throat as I shot all I had down it. 

Bobbi took all I had, her eyes never left mine, my balls eventually emptied, and I settled down off my tippy toes. She was smiling up at me with my prick still fixed in that beautiful sexy mouth. She slowly pulled away, but never let go, she sucked and slurped on my very tender and still tingling bell end. When she had finished, she kissed both of my balls, gave them a huge lick and stood before fastening those lips I could die for, to mine.

We ate a little later, in between soft love and kisses, endearments, touches. I knew time was approaching when I would have to take her home. We kissed our last goodbye before we left. I took her to her home and left her there. It was a sad day for me, and I knew she was sad too. I had met and loved a beautiful soft and lovely woman, but she belonged to someone else.

At the wedding, I was glum all day, I did manage a soft sweet kiss to welcome her into our family. And I was glad to leave; I saw her watching me go. They were going away on honeymoon that night, and that brings me back to the present. A year has gone by, she has rarely been out of my thoughts, I have made no contact with either of them, and I had no idea of how she or they were doing.

But it doesn't take an Einstein to see how she was. She was sad, depressed and to me, lonely. What a prat my son is, I raged in my head. I went to her and she took my hand, the hurt rushed through to me. I put my arm around her, she laid her lovely head on my shoulder and cried.

"Where is he, and his mother for that matter," I asked her, they were living at his mothers house. Can you believe that, one year on and he was still there. I was getting a picture of those two, and one of her. Them lording it over her, and Bobbi giving in to it. I hated them both at that moment for treating her this way. And I knew than that what I felt for her inside of me wasn't pity, not in that sense, but love. Unquestioned, unanswerable, undoubted love.

Then my fucking phone rang. "Alan," a voice said at the other end. It was my boss, "change of plan, an oil company in Arizona US of fucking A, has discovered oil somewhere and we want you to go and head it up. Your holiday is now two weeks instead of the five I promised you. Your tickets are on there way, be ready, its long term, don't let me down okay?"

He knew I wouldn't I was the one man he did rely on, I closed the phone. And said nonchalantly to her, "fancy going to live in America Bobbi?"

She looked at me as if I had grown two heads, "If only," she said. That's when I plunged in feet first.

"Right listen to me, and listen real good," I told her, "I'm going to America to work, and I want you to leave all this and come with me. I love you Bobbi, I really really do love you, do you want to get away and have a proper life, a life with me?" I held my breath while what I had just said sank in.

"Oh Alan, I love you too, but how can I leave? I am married, and, to your son in case you have forgotten. And I have no passport either." I dived on her, she laughed and struggled, and guess what, we had a quickie right there in my ex wife's house on her sofa. That's one for the grand children, I thought happily.

"If I can sort it, will you come with me. I will look after you the way you deserve to be looked after, and one day, I'll marry you too, I swear." She cried in my arms, "I hate it here, I shouldn't have married him, but if I hadn't I wouldn't have met you would I? So yes, I will leave here and go anywhere with you. As long as you promise to love me Alan."

I got back on the phone to my boss, I explained as far as I could that I needed a fast track passport, and a visa into America. He didn't question me, he knows when I'm serous. In short, within five days we had it all. And we kept schtum, the only people who knew our intentions were her parents.

And Bobbi's mother surprised me entirely by saying, "I knew you were in love the moment I saw you looking at each other. A mother knows these things. And let me tell you we are both delighted for you, and especially Roberta, she deserves it." We left town that day, Bobbi left her phone, everything, she took and wanted nothing.

I received many nasty calls they knew we had gone together, we had both left at the same time. Her mom and dad suffered the same. But got through it. In the hotel together that night, properly this time, no subterfuge we made love like it was the first time in my life.

And then the true Bobbi emerged, she tied me to the bed using my belt, I let her. I couldn't wait for my fate! And it came in the form of exquisite torture. Kneeling over me she made me lovingly beg her to make me cum, she sucked me, toyed with me. Had a finger up my ass, bringing forth promises of what I was going to do to hers when I was free.

"But you are not free are you Alan my love," she hissed gently at me, "you are mine, my prisoner and you will never escape me, not now will you?" she asked as my balls were lovingly tickled and crushed.

"No Bobbi, not now, not ever." I told her as my hips rose from the bed egging her on. She mounted me, slowly sinking down on my enraged prick, she took for ever to fuck me stupid, she stopped and started at for me, vital moments. Her superb wondrous black silk skinned body over me. I fell into her forever at that moment.

Hands on my shoulders pinning me down she rode me off to the sunset, I came with a bellow and shuttle type blast of cum bloomed out of me into her, her hips locked her knees tight to me. There was no way I was going to throw her off. I have never cum so hard or for so long. It was tremendously satisfying.

When she released me she moved into me.

"I hope that was good for you Alan?" she said into my neck.

"I have never had anything better Bobbi I promise you darling, I love you."

"I love you too Alan, I always have and I always will, nothing will ever change that!"

"Mmmm," I said quietly.

"Tomorrow, before we get up, will you do something for me please?"

"What, anything, just ask." I said.

"Will you make love to me in my bum, I have never wanted it there but I do now, I want you to love me there Alan, please?"

"You've got it Bobbi, and as many times as you do too." I told her happily.

The following morning we did just that, after a certain amount of titillation and excitement from both parties. She got some lotion from the bathroom, smeared it on my cock and balls, all the while keeping me excited and rock hard for her. She got to her knees, I got behind, pointed myself at her and slid in. There was resistance, but she moaned and groaned from the off. She was loving it, and me too. I pushed and pulled while I looked down at the magnificent spectacle before me. If you have never fucked or loved a black woman this way, then I would advise you to do before you get too old. There is no sight better to a horny man. 

I came in her, she squealed and grunted, took me all over the bed, but I refused to get off until she had submitted fully. She fell down with me still in her, the heat was tremendous, my prick felt as if it was on fire. 

I briefly for some reason thought of my son. How idiotic he must be to not love this woman, and how grateful I would forever be that he didn't, his wife was mine now. My daughter, my beautiful gorgeous black sexy daughter in law was mine forever.

Two years later, divorced and now married to me, we have two wonderful little light skinned boys who fit in terrifically where we live in Arizona. We married in Las Vegas, and Elvis did the ceremony, her mom and dad attended. And we visit her mom and dad regularly. We even went to my ex wife's home to let them know how happy we were. They didn't like that and slammed the door in our faces. This gave us great mirth. 



A Loving Wife, A Loving Daughter



This is the story of a young and beautiful loving wife, eventually after many years, falling into her own daddy's arms, and having an incestuous affair. Then she is coerced into and affair by her young 18 year old neighbour. There is also a little interracial at the end.

Marie was stood at her rear door, she peaked out and looked both ways, why? She didn't know really because there was no way anyone could see her from the street at all. She turned in her doorway and seemed to shrug her slim shoulders. A man appeared, passed her and stood on the step and faced her. He was one down from her. He put his arms around her waist, she put hers around his shoulders and a deep loving kissed ensued.

It was a long kiss, full of passion, full of loving, she wiggled her arm down and felt for him. She gripped his cock and he moaned softly into her mouth, he broke the kiss and tried to push her back inside. Marie wouldn't have it, she wanted to desperately, but her husband would be home soon, so her lover had to go, and go now.

The blonde beauty was in love with him, she had been in love with him all her life. Incongruously she also loved her husband with all her heart, it was a conflict she could not reconcile, and could see no way of ever relieving the pain of loving these two men the way she did.

What Marie didn't yet know her life was to take another dramatic turn, one that would further embarrass her feeling and confuse her even more than she was now. She gave her lover's cock one last squeeze with a promise of another tomorrow, and reluctantly pushed him away. He smiled at her and hurried off, he too had no desire for her husband to see him here. There would be no excuse for it. He would definitely not be able to say he had just been passing, not when he lived across town from them.

Marie Dewitt was a twenty five year old blond girl from California, a true sun kissed blond beauty, skin like cream, a complexion seen only in TV advertisements, 5ft 5" of long blond haired heaven, sexy beyond belief without flaunting it, her movements were as graceful as soft waves on a tropical shore.

Her face had a haunting quality, with azure eyes of unbelievable depth, she lured men, boys and women enticingly without effort, innocence abounded her. Her body was in the extreme of sexual maturity. Her nipples were as sensitive as the most intense instrument; a ripple could make her grip herself in aroused excitement. They seemed to be permanently wired in to her deepest erogenous zones.

Her pussy was shaven, smooth as glass, the lips soft and inviting, a succulent lure, her clit was as sensitive as her nipples, and even her neck, along with different areas of her body was in on the act. If others only knew of her 24 hour state of sexual readiness for her husband, and her lover, she would be attacked from all sides.

She saw her lover round the corner of her home, shivered, pulled the tiny and revealing silk robe around her and went in, locked the door and hurried to have a shower so she would be ready for her man to arrive home. She knew he would want her, he always did, one look or touch from her, and he would be at her heels like a little lap dog waiting for scraps from his mistress.

She loved her life, she had everything she had ever wanted, her husband who was crazy about her, and now her lover who was now as equally crazy for her too. He hadn't been, she had had to lure him, entice him until he could not now find a way to resist her. She had captured him after all these years of yearning and wanting him. 

But Marie had had to wait until she was married to get to him, he knew eventually she would get him. He had steadfastly refused to let her embroil him; it hadn't been until she met her husband to be, that jealousy, though well concealed, made him succumb to her charms. It had taken year upon year but she was determined to succeed, and succeed she had. 

When she had first started to feel the changes in her young body, at the age of twelve, changes that rang in the sprouting woman she was to become. Marie had always been beautiful even as a child, and now in the next three to four years, she would crystallise from the girl to the woman.

Her daddy had always been the focus of her whole life, everything she did, she did for him. She began her 12 year effort to get him to be her man, not just her loving daddy, but the centre of her life. Even letting him see her 'accidentally' in her underwear, making signs, sitting in his lap, she had always done that. But now she had an agenda she had no control over. All Marie knew was that one day, she would have him all for herself, one way or another.

Her mother had left them for another man at an early age, she rarely saw her and wasn't interested in her. Her interest, though confusing to her young mind, was her daddy. Then she had met Mark her to be husband, and for some reason she never knew of, her allegiance changed from her daddy to him. Marie fell in love, they planned for marriage, had the engagement and a two year courtship. 

Her daddy became more interested in his daughter, he was jealous, Mark was taking his baby from him. He never showed it, but Marie knew, and in doing so it reignited the flame she had for him. The wedding came and went, and 6 months after it, came the day when he could hold back no longer. He hated himself, but his control was nil the day she put her arms around him in her own kitchen, and kissed him. It wasn't a peck, it was a kiss. One that stunned and thrilled him more than he had ever been stunned or thrilled in his life.

She said to him softly and as seductively as she could, "Daddy, I love you, I always have you know that don't you? I can see and have seen sadness in you since I married Mark, but you have no need to fret daddy. You have always been the first in my heart and you always will be. I'm here for you whenever you want me, okay?"

His voice cracked, and told her, "Yes Marie I love you, you know that too, but I feel a love for you I shouldn't feel darling."

"I know you do daddy, I have the same feeling of love for you too, I have had it since I was a little girl. I still have it and it will never go away, never."

Marie took the plunge, one that would take her into a loving incestuous relationship with her beloved daddy. She pressed herself against him, bringing an almost instant response from him. His prick lurched in his pants and connected with her heating pussy. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed again, this time she rubbed her body across his and he was immediately aroused to the point of no return.

Marie had planned this all her life, but never really thought it would happen if she was truthful to herself. She had dreamed of loving, and making love to her daddy forever. And now she had him right where she wanted him, he was helplessly in love with his own daughter, but another mans wife! Her arms were wrapped tight around his neck, her pussy ground into him. His submission deepened with each press from her.

"Take me to bed daddy, you know you have to. You need me, you need my love and I need yours," her words killed off the last dregs of resistance he may have had. He picked up without breaking the kiss and staggered off towards the stairs and up they went. In her bedroom, she dropped to her knees and undid his trousers; she was desperate to see the lustful object of her desires as quickly as it was possible.

He pulled his coat and shirt off, and between them he was naked as a jay bird in moments. Marie eyed his stood out projectile with enthusiasm, and delight. He was the proud owner of a well endowed and even more proud cock. Rising she cupped his balls, squeezed them gently, then ran her hand to his shaft; he sighed and moaned in the same breath. His daughter was controlling him and events, and he loved it.

They joined lips once more and her daddy squeezed her boobs for the first time, finding and squashing a nipple, Marie almost fell to her knees. Pulling open and then off, her blouse revealed her cleavage; he snicked her bra at the back and threw it away. He bent his head and sucked in his daughter's loudly screaming, and almost distressingly aching nipple, although the only sound to be heard were gasps and grunts from him and his daughter.

Marie was holding her daddy's lovely prick, she would die before she let go of in now. Not until it was deep in her would she relinquish it. She unhooked her skirt and dropped it to the floor, kicked off her shoes and pulled him by his provocative hard on, to her bed. He followed and they were on it, he looked down at his stunningly beautiful daughter, leaned over her, asked god to forgive him, and in he plunged, Marie orgasmed immediately.

She clung to the man that had given her life, her breath, his love, her love, her mind was in pieces, orgasm followed orgasm, she had no time to counter any of it. Her daddy was thudding his fabulous prick in and out of his daughter's hot wet and oily pussy. Eventually she had him trapped in her arms and legs, her face, eyes shut tight, was buried in her daddy's neck as he fucked her with an abandon of a first loves flush.

He began to grunt, Marie urged him to cum in her.

"Fill me daddy, make me a baby, I need your baby daddy give it to me, please daddy please!" Mark and Marie had been trying for the last five months ever since she had come of the pill, but as yet nothing had happened. Her father banged into her one last time and erupted, his cum spouted out and into his beautiful daughters willing wanton womb.

Marie gripped him so hard he found it difficult to breathe, but he didn't care he had finally found the place to where he belonged. Oh how he wished she had never married, that he had let her know how he felt. He knew how she had felt, she had shown it to him many times, but being her father he had resisted all temptations from her, hard though they were.

He settled on to her in the most loving of ways, she was soft, warm and gentle under him, her breathing was heavy but sweet and even, her smell tantalised him, her very being made him dizzy. But she was still his daughter, and this should not have happened, he didn't berate himself, he had succumbed to temptation yes, but he felt inside that this was ordained, meant to be.

He raised his head slowly and looked at her lying under him, she slowly opened her huge blue eyes and nearly shot him dead with them. Her smile told him he was okay, it told him she was happy, she was in love and always had been. He smiled back a little weakly, Marie drew her daddy down again for the kiss that cemented and confirmed that this would not be a one off thing. 

His heart bounced in his chest, it was a kiss of utter love, from a woman to her man, and from a man to his woman, not father and daughter, those days were over, gone forever. Marie kept her grip and rolled him on to his side, knees high up she held him, she was his counsel, it used to be the other way round, but no more. Marie had it all now, her husband, her marriage, and now her father had been brought into her world, the way she had always seen it in her heart.

Unusually Marie felt not one moment of guilt, why she didn't know, she just knew it was right, so it was sat with her in a way that fit her life. She was dying to suck her daddy's lovely cock but thought it better to wait while, there was ne need for hurrying things, it would come this she knew. Her daddy peered down at her protruding nipples, fingered one then sucked the other into his hot mouth. 

Marie squealed inside, they were on top form today, she thought, her arousal so soon after cumming the way she just had, was so heated she burst inside her chest and came once more. His fingers found her dripping pussy, he hooked his middle finger in right up and past the second knuckle, his thumb found her clit. Marie screamed out in utter passion.

But time soon passed and he had to go, she saw him off, and prepared herself for her husband. What she didn't know and hadn't seen was her neighbour's 18 year old son at his bedroom window, snapping away with the all singing all dancing camera he had asked for and got the day before for his birthday. 

It had the ability to take photo's in semi dark conditions without having to use the flash, and he had taken about 20 successive photo's of his gorgeously beautiful and very sexy neighbour kissing and definitely fondling her own father. He knew without doubt who he was, he had talked to him often enough.

And the surreptitious way they had parted, her peaking, him head down and scarpering around the corner, told him all he would want to know. She was having it off with her own dad, of that there was no doubt! The way she had felt for and smiled when she had groped and grabbed his cock. And his reaction when she had.

Alex hurried to his computer and downloaded the pictures, when he studied them he was in awe of them. There could be no doubt who they both were, and even more, what they were doing, it could not be denied. She might try, but already he was betting she would lose if she did. His next thought, what to do with them, but he already knew, he would try and use them to blackmail her in to fucking him too.

His reasoning was that if she would fuck her own father, then letting him in on the act would be a no brainer! His problem was one of timing; he only had the rest of this week and all of the next to do it. He would be leaving to go to college, but to take the memory of fucking his beautiful sexy neighbour was too much too resist.

He bought photo quality print paper and printed them all off twice, and also saved them to file. He knew her father only came twice a week, Monday's and Thursday's, and the occasional Sunday for lunch. So that should leave him free to fuck her on the other three week days. 

Alex looked at himself in the mirror, he believed he cut a pretty decent figure, 6ft 1" 175lbs, dark hair, square chin, good physique, and intelligent. He put the photos into an A4 envelope and prepared himself for the following morning when he would hand them too her and see what happened, what her reaction would be. In with the photos was an invented e mail address, just for a little protection, though if it went tits up there wouldn't be much.

The following morning, his parents had gone to work, he showered and got ready, leaning over the fence at 9am, he saw movement; she was up, her husband at work. He drew a deep breath and shouted her name. Marie appeared at her door.

"Hi Alex, did you want me?" she asked huskily, the sound of her voice made his prick jump!

"Yes Marie, I have this for you," and waved the envelope her way. Marie walked to him asking him as she came, what was it? "Have a look and pop back for a chat when you seen the contents Marie," he told her, turning and walking quickly back to his house. His heart was beating like a drum as he shut the door behind him.

Marie went into her kitchen and lifted the contents out, she saw the first photo and gasped loudly, it was of her kissing her daddy! And it was obvious it wasn't a daughter's kiss on his cheek, other photos confirmed that, lips were firmly locked and in different positions as the movements showed. And when she got to the ones where she was blatantly fondling his prick and then smiling at him, it was obvious to a blind man that father and daughter 'bye bye's' this was not!

She fell into a chair and was mortified, she had been caught red handed, and so had her daddy, her first thought was to phone him, but swiftly decided against it. No she had to speak to Alex, he had to destroy them, no one must ever find out. She would find a way, she had money, she would buy them. After around 30 minutes of fretting she decided to go and see him, not knowing that Alex was almost having a heart attack waiting for the shit to hit the fan.

She called their house line; waiting a while she almost put the phoe down when Alex answered.

"Alex, I've seen the photos, what are you playing at, what are you after?" Marie was totally unaware that it was she he was after, not money, nothing but her and her luscious beautiful sexy body.

Ignoring her question, he said, "Do you want to come over to chat Marie, speaking on the phone doesn't seem appropriate to me?"

Without thinking she said, "Give me 5 minutes." And she closed the call.

As Marie changed to go over, not thinking about what she was wearing, which was a mini skirt, snug top and hair up in a piny tail, she looked ravishing,. But also she was starting to get angry, mad even, at the thought of that jerk doing what he had done. Even though what her and her daddy was doing was wrong, in her mind it paled into insignificance to Alex's wrongdoing.

She knocked heavily on the door and Alex opened it immediately, he stared at the blond vision before him. Marie had seen the look a million times from other men and women, it didn't faze her any more. But she would have been a little worried to say the least had she known what Alex's intentions were.

"Right Alex," she said, "what do you want, money, how much Hmmm? I'm not into blackmail and I don't like it so be careful or the police will get involved!"

He shut her up straight away, by saying, "But the photos will be on the net and viral before they collar me Marie!" he told her.

Her voice softened, she would negotiate, "Okay Alex tell me, I can't allow those photos to get out, it would ruin three lives, mine, my husband's, and my fathers."

Alex took a double deep breath, and came right to the point.

"I go away soon to college Marie as you know."

"Yes Alex I am aware of that," she said, getting exasperated.

"Okay," he told her, "I want what your husband and father's getting, simple, you come across and the photos disappear!"

Marie faced him open mouthed, her tongue was caught in her throat, this she had not even contemplated.

"Alex you have to be joking, you want me to have sex with you, you are trying to blackmail me. I won't have it, I won't!" And Marie did the silliest of girly things, she stamped her foot, Alex smiled.

"It's your only way out Marie, if you think about it, there is today, tomorrow, and Friday, then the same next week, what you do in between is your business, but I would think more than carefully if I were you." He felt he was on solid ground now. That was until she grabbed him by the throat, and rammed him up against the wall.

"You cheeky fucking bastard!" She railed, "I will not have sex with you in any shape or form, so you can forget about it!" Marie turned and stormed out of his house and returned home, but by the time she got there she was worried. When she entered her home her phone was ringing. It was Alex, "Your last chance Marie, now or never, do or die, you have 30 minutes before they go on the web!" And before she could reply he put the phone down on her.

Marie was knocking on his door again 29 minutes later. When he opened the door she flung herself at him, punching him in the jaw, and forcing him down to the floor, but he swiftly overcame her and pinned her down.

"Oooh I do like a feisty woman Marie," he said and giggled. Marie struggled but couldn't budge at all.

"Now," he said quietly, "are you going to be a good girl for me for the next, er, what is it, ah yes 6 days in total Hmmm?"

Marie had been thinking that if she attacked him it would scare him off, back him up, but no, she had got that wrong too.

"Everything will be on my terms Alex you bastard, I hate you, what I say goes!" She bellowed up at him. Alex kissed her so quickly she didn't have time to turn away. He locked his lips on to hers and kept them there for a long time refusing to let her get away, when he did relent, Marie was breathless.

"Let me up Alex, I can't stay here like this on the floor." He eyed her suspiciously, "please?" she added. He moved away and stood up before she did in case she tried to repeat the attack. But Marie had formed a plan, one that would keep her pussy intact from invasion by him.




A Loving Wife, A Loving Daughter



"On the sofa," she said, "lie down, let me show you okay." He did as she told him, but ready for anything she might throw at him. Instead Marie got on with him, put her arm around his shoulders, her face right next to his, staring deeply into his eyes, Alex was mesmerised. Her soft silky blond hair wafted across his face tantalising him, her scent scrambled his brain. Marie said, "We do things my way Alex, or I won't do anything, no matter what you do." She knew this would keep him happy, she was about to kiss him and he knew it.

"What ever you say Marie, what ever you say," he told her. Marie bent her beautiful head and deep kissed him, her free hand sought him out and soon she had his cock in her hand through his pants. It was rock hard, and Marie knew he wouldn't last long, and when he shot his load, she would repeat the process but inside of them, this way she reasoned, he would submit to her.

Her womanly thoughts also turned to his cock, it felt a good size and so hard, Marie liked cocks that were like this one was. She began to jack him off, Alex wasn't that experienced that he could combat a woman as beautiful and as sexy as Marie was. Her mouth locked on his in the deepest of loving kisses kept him still, apart from slight humping of his hips as she increased the pace.

Soon Alex was grunting into Marie's mouth, and Marie felt her own body responding to Alex's response to her ministrations. She cocked a leg over his, tightening him to her, her grip was magical, Alex was in heaven being jacked like this by her. Then he convulsed, he came inside his trousers, Marie sped up her onslaught and Alex was pleading into her mouth for whatever she did not know. And she never stopped until he subsided into a finished heap below her gasping for breath, as she eventually broke her kiss.

Marie felt a flush of excitement knowing she had forced him to cum for her, this gave her an immense feeling of pride and power. Without knowing it she stared into his eyes and saw the utter look of gratefulness, Marie shivered in arousal, she never realised she was actually turning herself on.

"Marie that was fabulous, thank you so much, and I think I had better get these pants off, don't you?" he whispered. Marie smiled, she knew why he would need to change, they were full of his cum!

"Yes Alex I think you better had," she responded. She intended to do it all again in a few minutes, but also knowing he would take longer to get off, she was still confident in her own sexual beauty not to have to take too long with him. Alex rose reluctantly and headed for the door way.

"Come on Marie, it will be better upstairs," he told her, and headed out of the room and upstairs. Marie hadn't thought of this, she didn't want him to get her in his bedroom.

"I'll wait here for you Alex," she called after him.

"No," he called back, "come on Marie, up here." Marie thought a moment and then walked up to him. When she got there he was just in the act of lying down, and he was totally naked.

There was and is nothing on God's earth that Marie didn't appreciate more than a good looking naked man, and she knew she was looking at one, even if he was only 18 years old. Her first thought on looking at him like this was surprise, and admission that he was indeed an attractive well built and hung guy. Her eyes then caught his cock waving in the air, it was still half hard, and growing bigger.

She sighed, she knew she had to complete her mission to subdue him to her way of thinking, and that meant giving him what he wanted, but only up to a point, her! She sat beside him and picked up his admirable prick, she appraised it fully now and was properly impressed. It grew immediately into readiness; it was stiff in her palm, the head ruby red, glistening even.

Her left hand caught his balls and caressed them bringing a joyous sigh from him; he lay back and gave in. Marie supplemented her power by sliding on the bed to take control. Alex gave her that by putting his hands and arms above his head, she kissed him. But in her glee at her prowess, she was herself creating her imminent downfall without knowing it.

Marie slipped her arm around him, laying on his arm, and grasping the other in her hand. She had as far as she was concerned now full dominance over him, and Alex loved it. He was more than extremely happy at this turn of events, but he was also building his own agenda slowly in his own mind. He had every intention of screwing his beautiful married neighbour long and hard. But not until she had had her way with him, he was actively looking forward to her making him cum again.

Alex submitted happily, her kiss, her tongue now tickling his, her body weight on his, her sexual smell, her soft hand drifting faster and faster up and down his pulsating cock was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced. Marie unknowingly let go of his wrist thereby relinquishing part of her hold on him. It wasn't until he cupped her breast, found and squeezed a nipple that she did.

But squeezing her nipple was the beginning of her end, she moaned into his mouth, relishing the extreme painful pleasure she always got from that very act. Marie very briefly let go of his cock to remove his fingers that were already torturing her super sensitive acorn hard, bullet like bud. But her mind and body's needs made her retake her hold; Marie was on her way down!

She increased her pace with her hand, and in doing so increased her own fast rising and soon to be unstoppable arousal, she was becoming the victim of her own dominant success. Alex was on auto pilot, he didn't have the experience that Marie had, but he knew an aroused state when he saw one, and Marie's was growing faster and faster. He squeezed and twisted her nipple, it was she that was grunting into his mouth now.

Suddenly Alex erupted, he knew he was going to and could do nothing to stop it, he didn't even want to. Marie came herself, she crushed herself to him, squeezing his cock tight in her hand and bonding her mouth to his. With is cum spitting all over he relaxed and let Marie do her thing, he dropped back into submission mode but didn't stop torturing Marie's nipple.

This very action kept her in a state of utter desire for cock, one she had devoutly said that she would not give in to. She had sworn to herself that it would not be allowed to invade her. But the wretched thing wouldn't go down, she squeezed and rubbed it, this kept it on a high, she couldn't make her hand stop caressing it.

Alex slowly and deftly rolled her over until she was on her back and inched himself over her, kissing all the way. For a young man of little experience, he was being very masterful in engineering her to where he needed her to be. When his hand went under her short skirt and rubbed her pussy through her panty's Marie gave in. 

Her hold on his cock was keeping her under Alex's new superiority, she could not let go no matter what she thought, and now his finger tips were ripping away her very senses. He pressed them under the elastic top and slid into heaven, his fingers found her very spot immediately. Marie moaned in total giving, her knees closed and opened in unison, her feet spread and came together in delightful response to the magic being delivered to her now soaking silky pussy.

Alex pushed them down to her knees, Marie unconsciously kicked them off and Alex was rising above her like the Phoenix from the ashes. He hitched her skirt up, but before he attempted to drive his again rampant cock into her, he rested on one elbow and began to work her top up her body. Marie completed the task for him; she pulled it over her head and threw it away.

Alex pulled her bra straps down and out popped the most magnificent proud nipples he had ever seen. He quickly got one in his mouth, sucked feverishly, and then transferred to the other. Marie squealed in shattering arousal. And then she completed her own demise, she pulled his cock to her desperate pussy and forced him in. Alex needed no second bidding, he drove it in hard, very hard.

He was up on his elbows now in the classic position, toes and knees pressed into the bed, hands hooked under her shoulders, hips already crashing up and down as he drove Marie over the edge time and time again. He had never known any thing like it, and Marie had never experienced the youthful stamina, and sheer determination he had, to rut her like the stag he undoubtedly was.

Alex was a long long time before he got any where near cumming again. Marie endured the battering to end all batterings, and it had all been brought on by herself in her bid to gain supremacy over him. It had worked at the start, but that very supremacy had turned against her, and now it definitely in her young blackmailer's hands.

Alex pounded away at her incessantly, kissing her, necking her, biting and sucking her nipples. All Marie could do now was hang on to him desperately, continual orgasms poured from her. Her nails were dug gloriously deep into his back as he fucked her kept him going. Suddenly he almost roared like a lion, his loins hammered destructively at her and he ejected another humongous amount of cum, this time deep into her very fertile womb, she could feel it swimming up and in, to join that of her husbands and her beloved daddy's sperm.

Marie and her husband had stopped using contraceptives five months ago in a bid to become pregnant. But as yet she hadn't caught on, she had thought that maybe her very own daddy would be her new baby's daddy. But now Alex had dumped a bucket full of youthful, and she was certain, potent cum in her right where it mattered, time would tell.

Alex fell off her after a period of welcome rest, but not far away, he held, and snuggled into the adorably beautiful sexy wife he had just fucked the living daylights out of. Marie did the only thing she could, she rested her head on the chest of the boy that had just given her some of the best sex she had ever had.

She was amazed to see her hand drifting down to collect the supreme weapon that had just decimated her so superbly and so wonderfully. She raised her shapely leg and dropped it over his and hugged him back. Marie was the most satisfied of women now.

She had her loving husband, her equally loving daddy, and now for a few days a young man lover too who had just taken her to the top and dropped her off! She didn't understand that she had engineered her own downfall, her own sublime decimation simply by exerting dominance over him that had transferred now to him.

As she rested and savoured, even devoured the fucking she had just undergone from her boy lover, she began to take stock. What she had just done, and hadn't meant to, only exacerbated her desire to nip his blackmail in the bud, and the best way to do that? Fight fire with fire!

She climbed over him leant down and gave him her best kiss, he responded by retaking her nipples with both sets of nimble fingers. Mare cringed in fabulous ecstasy. But she managed to knock his hands away, and say forcefully.

"Right Alex, cards on the table," she said, "you want me again after this, and there is nothing more certain on Gods planet that you do, and we both know it. You destroy those photos, as I've destroyed those you gave me. And you wipe them from your computer, or its over, right now, right here. I will leave and you'll never have me again!"

"But I have them Marie, you don't, you are the one in trouble here not me." he said to her tauntingly. Marie slapped his face, and said angrily.

"You try and blackmail me again Alex and I will report you, you will be convicted, you will go to jail in all probability, and even if you don't you will have a criminal record. And because employers don't want, and won't have criminals on their staff you will never get a better job other than filling and washing cars!"

This made Alex stop in his tracks, he hadn't thought of that scenario. "Come on, get the rest of the photos out and destroy them right now," she demanded. He knew she was right, he might ruin her, but in the process more than ruin his own future. He had no option he knew it now. He got off the bed, opened a drawer and turned it over, there taped to the bottom was an envelope containing another set. Marie ripped them to shreds, "Now the computer, start it," she ordered and pointed to it. 

Alex knew the game was up, he opened it and Marie sat in his chair. What he didn't know was the Marie used to be a software programmer, her fingers flew over the keys and in seconds had opened up his hidden files. There they were and she deleted the file completely, after another close search she was satisfied that she was now in the clear. Nothing Alex could say could possibly be substantiated.

Standing she said to him, "Well Alex that seems to be that, all done and all clear." He looked as glum as he could be, he had thought he would have several more days with her, voluntarily or not. What he didn't know was that she was certain it was his sperm that was going to father her baby, not her husbands. She had been doubting his ability for a little while, and probably sadly, not her daddy. Maybe her daddy yes, but definitely Alex had the where withal to impregnate her, but she would never ever tell him.

She surprised him completely by playfully grabbing his ears, pulling him down to kiss him passionately, holding her fabulous sexy body tight to his, and whispered seductively in his ear.

"I'll be here at 9.30 in the morning Alex, make sure the door isn't locked, I will lock it behind me. And you be on that bed ready and waiting for me, clear?" With that she turned on her heels and walked away, clothes in hand dressing as she went downstairs and home.

Alex was so stunned he never moved, she had just told him she was coming back to be with him again, he staggered to his bed and sat down before he fell over. Marie meanwhile was as pleased as punch with her little self. She had negated her problem completely, and now she had a ready, willing and very able baby making machine right next door. She was a million % sure that if she wasn't already pregnant after that battering from Alex, she sure as hell would be by the end of next week.

And she would be too, she went home and called her daddy, she needed his reassuring words that he still loved her. He did, he was so happy she had called, and told her he was so excited already about seeing her again on Thursday, he could hardly wait. Marie returned his words the same way, with the same excitement. 

That night she gave her husband Mark the most sensual of love making she could, she did love him, she knew that would never fail her. But she also knew that a big piece of her belonged to her daddy and always would. Alex? She would never love him, she would take what she could, and use the best of him until the end of the following week, to realise her goal of having a baby.

And there was one thing he wouldn't get access to, and that was her ass. Mark never wanted to do her there, Marie had never had it up her there either, so she had set her heart on Daddy having the privilege of taking her anal virginity, after that it would be open to Alex if he so wished.

Marie slept like a baby that night, she woke refreshed and ready for the day ahead, she was already imagining Alex bombing her to bits. But only after she had sucked him off, that was a priority for her, she wanted to feel the smooth globe of tender yet hard flesh on her tongue and her lips, and to feel the explosion when she made him cum. Marie shivered in excited anticipation of him grabbing her lovely blond head, and forcing his cock further down her throat making her swallow all he could emit.

She showered early, lovingly kissed her husband and saw him off to work. Then Marie set about making herself look as sexy and alluring as she could given the circumstances. She could hardly go around to Alex wearing a slinky thigh cut even gown could she? She donned sheer stockings, a suspender belt that would make his eyes water, backless high heels, no thong, and no bra. She chose a button down black silk dress that she planned to do a strip tease in front of him with. It highlighted her creamy white skin and beautiful blond hair. She had her soft and silky luxurious blond hair down, it shrouded her immaculately, but lightly made up face like a gossamer cloud, she was ready to stun him in to immobility, "apart from your prick Alex," Marie thought deliciously dirtily.

At 9.28 she walked to his house, opened the door, entered and locked it behind her, she clip clopped up the stairs, "no need for silence," she told her self. She entered his room, and there he was as instructed, naked on his bed, cock in hand and stood proud angry and ready. Marie licked her full pouty lips and stepped into the room.

She stopped halfway to his bed, her eyes locked once again on his destructive weapon, the one that had almost cut her in half yesterday, but today she would have her revenge. She eyed him closely, capturing his concentration firmly with her deep blue eyes. She swayed one way and then the other, Alex started to rise, his impatience getting the better of him. "Whoa!" Marie cried, "stay right there Alex, don't you dare move until I say so, right! 

He fell back on the bed, he would never dare risk this woman in front of him, he would die first rather than possibly upset her now. He knew there wouldn't be a man on earth who wouldn't desperately want to change places with him, not one. Marie continued sashaying around, turning one way and then the other, a button popped as she pirouetted, then another. Alex watched in utter fascination as the blond goddess teased and taunted him, but her stayed where ordered.

He had let go of his prick now, his fingers curled tightly into the sheets of his bed. But it was stood high, strong and desirous, waiting for the ultimate pleasure to bestow itself on him. Pop went Marie's buttons until she reached the last one, she held herself, and him, as she slowly and tantalisingly popped it. She closed the dress tight around her, looked him squarely in the eye, and said softly, "Want to see Alex?" he was dumbstruck, he tried to speak but only a strangled grunt came out.

"Of course you do don't you baby," Marie whispered huskily, she was mightily turned on herself now, and was struggling to keep up her act without pouncing on the tormented boy in front of her. She turned her back for her finale, slid her dress off her slim shoulders and let it slide slowly down her luscious feline body; it flowed in and out as it swept from her shoulders to her narrow waist, and then superbly tapering down her perfect legs to her tiny feet. She knew the sight she was presenting to him. As the dress cleared her she held it out with one hand and let it flutter to the floor. She was now in full view to him, her long legs encased in the sheer nylons, stood erect in her heels and nothing else.

Marie's tight ass almost made him cum there and then, Marie spread her feet and bending at the waist, she bent right over and peered at him from between them upside down, giving him the sweetest of smiles. Now she was ready, if he wasn't she thought, he never would be. Standing straight, she twirled on the ball of one shoe, kicked it off, followed by the other, then drifted to his bed, her firm high tits, nipples pointing at the ceiling captured his gaze.

Raising one knee she planted it on the bed, Alex raised his arms to collect her, Marie shook her head firmly, this was her show, she was the producer, the director, and the sole star. This performance would win her an Oscar of that she was sure. She cupped his aching balls and smiled gleefully at him, he was definitely and firmly under her control now, but in the recesses of her imaginative mind, she giggled, and wondered for how much longer.

Sliding her hand up his red hot and iron hard shaft, she lowered her head to his stomach, lay next to him, inspected his fabulous prick. Marie could wait no longer, unknown to Alex she was now as desperate as he was. His hand went to the back of her head, he dare not force the issue, but was urgently trying to convey his murderous desire for her attention.




A Loving Wife, A Loving Daughter



He didn't see her mouth close over him, he felt the heat instead, he gasped and moaned in complete submission and utter gratefulness for this most magical of moments. It was his very first blow job and for it to happen under the watch of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was more than he could bear.

Marie hit him with all she had, she knew for a racing certainty he would blow before long, and she was right. She sucked hard, travelled up and down, squeezed his aching balls and lapped him. The second his hand applied pressure to the back of her head she knew he was going to cum, and again she was right. He pushed her down his thick pulsing shaft. Marie allowed him to, then forcibly drew back before letting him do it again. She was adept in getting a lot of cock down her throat so was more than happy to be swallowing this one.

Alex's hips left the bed, he gave out a loud deep growl and grunt, Marie felt his cock swell in her mouth, "here it comes," she thought delightedly, and it did. Blast after blast hit the roof of her mouth; she gulped it down as fast as he could eject it. Her whole mouth and throat was filled with cock and cum. It was a struggle to swallow without gagging for air but she did. She accepted everything he had, and took it all down until the eruption slowly abated. Marie kept up sucking and licking long after his balls had been emptied by her.

She listened to Alex attempting to get his breath, he was stroking her hair, but didn't know he was doing it, his being was paying homage to the wondrous beautiful blond wife of his neighbour, lying naked on his bed with him. Alex was in complete awe of her, he loved the way she was, the way she carried herself, her walk, her talk, her ways, everything about her was God given.

Marie let his cock slip out, she looked at the defeated glowing head, and licked at his pee hole, the last drop of cum disappeared from view. Languidly sliding up and stopping to lay her head on his shoulder, he put his arm around her but other than that, he lay still. He was still in the glowering throes of the most momentous cum of his young life.

Marie now had him contained, her armour had defeated him resolutely, rising up on one elbow, she smiled at him. Her lips still pouting more than usual because of the sucking force she had applied to his cock. She leaned in and softly, so softly kissed him. Alex stretched below her, she put her arm around his neck and increased the depth and power of it. She ratcheted it up until it was a full on powerful undeniable lovers kiss between two committed lovers.

He moved, fingers closed over Marie's hard pointing and extremely receptive nipple, then the other. Marie moaned into his mouth, this was what she wanted, to be loved, not be in love. But loved and screwed out of her brain, this was her plan, to get all of his cum that she could get, into her womb by next Friday. And there was nothing that would stop her from achieving her target, least of all Alex!

Marie allowed him total access to all parts of her, she was at the peak of arousal, nothing he did didn't excite her. Her whole body was on fire now, Alex would never be aware of her ultimate intentions, he may guess in the future, but he would never be allowed to know anything. She kept an eye on his cock, waiting for the revival that she knew wouldn't be long in forthcoming. Then she would get another deposit of cum power hosed into her fertile womb.

She had her open hand laying on it, it twitched! He was on his way back, she wouldn't hurry him, she was too experienced to know not to do that. Marie kissed and loved him totally; Alex was the happiest and most sublimely thankful to this woman who was giving him every young man's dream. They rolled about the bed exploring each other in every way. Alex even dipped a finger into her ass, she liked that, she liked it a lot. She squirmed in absolute and consummate pleasure as he poked it in. But he wouldn't get it, there was no way on earth he would be allowed in there with anything but his finger, "or his tongue," she thought lewdly. Not until her daddy had claimed ownership tomorrow, she said to herself, it was his, and his alone.

She amazed herself by thinking that she was just so mercenary about all of this. But she just reasoned that, Mark hadn't made her pregnant yet, she had fallen into her loving daddy's arms, and was hoping he would father her first baby. Now she had been coerced into an affair with her neighbour's 18 year old son. She could have stopped it the instant that she had wrecked his plans of blackmailing her. But Marie's desperate and urgent need to become a mother far outweighed any guilt she knew she should be feeling but didn't.

Twenty minutes later Alex's prick was on high alert, he was ready, but she would make him wait until he could no longer stand the tension to get where God made a man's cock to be. And that was balls deep in the recesses of his most beautiful and sexiest of creations, Mrs Marie Dewitt, the blond beautiful wife of his very unwitting neighbour.

Alex went into action, his overpowering primeval, and deepest desires was to rut and fuck. And the object of his animalistic attention was right next to him. Without further ado he dived on her and scored a direct hit. He was up to the gunnels and balls deep in a heartbeat. He took a hold of his bitch as any dominant animal would, he secured his prick, and started beating her to death with it.

He stroked it in and out with rhythmic ferociousness, his chest on hers, his hands under her shoulders. There was no escape route for Marie, and she had no desire to escape from this, even if she wanted to. This was magical, she had brought him to this, the very act he was performing was from her baton. She was conducting, and he was performing a symphony for her. Alex was beating the drum and crashing the cymbals. He was in the throes of thuggish yearning to deliver copious amounts of potent deadly sperm, right into the heart of her womb.

He shagged her ruthlessly, incessantly, it went on and on. It felt to Marie like a piston on a steam engine out of control. Marie bounced around underneath him, she hanging on to him, just as he was holding on to her. He kissed her, bit her neck, she returned the compliment. Neither would be ever able to break any deadlock, not until Alex burst forth would there be any reprieve from the frantic efforts of her to him, and him on her.

He drove his hips in on her, Marie curled under the almighty thrust of them, Alex held himself deep in her succulent hot pussy and let it go, it was like a water cannon going haywire. He blasted load after load in and up her. She could actually feel her womb sucking it up, she was helping him to deliver his load, sharing the burden in fact. Her orgasms were stupendous, thrilling to the extreme, painfully wonderfully agonising. She wanted to hurt from them, to bend her, to enable her to savour the magnificence he was giving her this day.

Alex collapsed on his beautiful sexy partner, she was absolutely everything a young boy could ever dream of, and it had become a reality for him. He would treasure these days for all of his life. Never would anything like this cross his path again, God had been more than kind to him, and he would be forever grateful to him, and to Marie.

He raised his head slowly and looked into her mesmeric eyes, he didn't know how to react now, how she would. But the enigmatic smile he received and the upward kiss that came with it, told him all he wanted to know. She was happy; he knew that now, if he had known how happy she really was. How satisfied and contented she felt over the monstrous fucking he had given her, he would have screamed it from the roof tops.

Marie gently but firmly pushed him off, she lay facing him, they exchanged lots of loving kisses, lots of tempting touches, he sucked nipples, fingered her sopping cunt. Marie pulled on his now limp prick, sucked his neck, she left hickeys here and there, then they slept, it overcame them both at the same time.

It was two hours later that she woke, she looked at her watch, it was 2.pm, "I just have time for a quickie," she told herself, and collected his cock in her hand once more. Toying with it gently, she wanted him sleepily aroused before he came to his senses. Then she could climb on him and fuck him while looking deep into his lesson learning eyes.

Alex dreamily opened them right on cue, he was just regaining solidity in his bruised cock, but he was so happy to see his wonderful lover there smiling lovingly at him. He started to rise but Marie pushed him down. "Let me," she told him. And climbing to her knees she got over him, her timing was perfect he had regained full hardness and she sat down on him without further preamble.

Marie sighed in a contented feline mewl, she held herself on him, sat tight down, her hands flat on his chest she gazed at her boy lover, knowing somehow that he had already fathered her first baby, or hoped he had. A few moments later she moved gently, followed by a soft upward push from Alex. They set in motion a combined collective fuck, her easing forward, him easing upward, it was unison personified, until both were flowing together like a wave on the open ocean.

Her head lowered in supine concentration, he gripped her thighs to lessen her efforts on him and allow him to assist her to fuck him magically, wonderfully. He surrendered to his experienced lover completely, his only desire was to please her, to help her to get wherever she needed to go. Some inbred primal wish made him give to her everything he could and not take anything for himself, this was definitely all for her.

Marie slid around on him building herself into a tense almost out of control tornado of love. She needed his cum again to add to the load he had given her, she was in the control of her rights as a woman to be bred and have a child. Alex felt his balls tighten, he was going to cum. "I'm going to cum Marie," he gurgled.

"Yes baby, cum for me, fill me up darling, fill me up again," she whispered back. The utter urgency for his thick powerful baby making cream was at the foremost of her mind, nothing else mattered right now in this moment in time.

Marie almost felt the surge of it powering up the spout of his cock, then jetting into her, she felt it fill her and begin its climb to where Mother Nature intended for it to go. Her womb had become an internal Hoover sucking it all up, and letting his little tadpoles free to do their one goal in its life, creating a life. She orgasmed hard and long on him, her head bowed in wonderful defeat. The crushing strength of it was fabulously overwhelming.

Marie fell on him, holding herself tight to him, loving him, giving him her, her being. "He really is a fantastic lover," she told herself, "but it's a very good job he is leaving next week, I couldn't stand a lot more of this." She kissed him hard, soft, tenderly, demandingly, and lovingly before rising from him.

"I have to go," she said, "but I'll be here on Friday and next Tuesday, Wednesday and certainly Friday again, wouldn't want to miss our last day together would we?" she enquired as sexily as only Marie could. He looked sadly at her, he was falling in love, but already knew that there would never be any future with her for him, he accepted it, but it didn't stop it from hurting badly.

Alex smiled brightly, "you bet your sweet ass Marie, I'll be ready and waiting, counting the seconds away until you come to me," he almost told her he loved her but stopped himself, it would do no good, she might even tell him she wasn't going to see him any more. Not understanding that an out of control express train wouldn't keep her from his potent and very powerful young cock, Marie wondered if he knew how good he was already, and how good he was going to become, any woman that netted him would be a very happy lady that's for sure she knew.

She kissed him passionately once more, felt his limp cock and balls and left, he watched her flow through the door and out of sight, "she is the most fabulous woman on earth," he told himself, "how I wish I was her husband, or even her dad!" and he exclaimed, he guffawed and laughed loudly.

Marie slept like a contented baby, well, "I have got a lot of cream today, so why not?" her lovely husband added to the pot that night, and she really was the ultimate 'cat that got the cream!'

The next day she waited with bated breath for her daddy to arrive, he was few minutes late, and she met him at the front door to keep Alex from spying at the rear, she didn't want him to see anything.

As soon as he was in the house she was in his strong daddy's arms, she cried a little, the joy of him being with her made her weep. Alex was a memory now, he could never replace her daddy in her heart, never. He asked if she was okay, he showed fatherly concern for his baby girl, the light of his life, the love of his life, even if she did belong to another.

"Yes daddy," she whispered into his neck, now wet with her hot tears, "I'm fine now that you're here. I love you so much daddy," she told him.

He stood stock still, his arms tight around her waist waiting for her to make the first move, it was all down to her, what ever his baby wanted, he would do, no question. "I love you too Marie, I really do," he said. This was enough for Marie, it was her reassurance that he wanted her as no father should ever want his daughter, but she knew too, that she was totally irresistible to him now.

"I want to lie down daddy, shall we go upstairs hmmm?" she was teasing him into action, knowing full well he would go where ever she decided. She liked this power over the man that was her life. She enjoyed twisting him around her little finger as any young girl loves to do with her loving daddy. Marie moved away from him and started going up, leaving him to watch her as she swayed and flowed like a summer breeze before him, her loose dress wafting around her shapely knees.

His prick jumped, and his heart beat faster, he was getting hard already, hard for the girl he had given life to 25 years before. He followed as if hypnotised, she strutted sweetly into her bedroom, turned and swept him into her arms, and they shared their first kiss, any ice melted immediately. By the side of the bed was a jar of lavender baby oil. It was warming in a pot of warm water, she was intending it for her ass. But that depended on her daddy wanting to. But she was as confident as she could ever be, that he would not refuse his baby's earnest request.

They somehow ended up on the bed undressing each other as they went, each telling the other of their undying love, how they wished this had happened years ago. Soon they were naked, both caressing and loving the other. Her hand never left his cock or balls, his never left her destructively sensitive nipples, unless he travelled south to her super heated pussy, Marie was having mini orgasms continually.

"Daddy?" she whispered softly into his mouth while they kissed and tongued.

"Yes baby?" he replied equally tenderly.

"Have you ever done it in a ladies bum, you know, erm, er ooh daddy?" She blushed.

He helped her out by saying, "Well, yes I have darling, but it was a million years ago," he told her, hoping she wouldn't be upset by his admission.

Marie plunged ahead, "I want to try it daddy, and I want you to be my first there, Mark isn't interested, but I am, will you please daddy, will you make love to me there, please daddy please?" she was begging him, pleading even. Marie dared not look him in the face; she was cowed before the man that was the only one that could even begin to frighten her, by just one of his hard but discerning looks.

"Oh Marie, are you sure darling, it will be painful you know, the pain will go, but?"

"Oh daddy, yes I am, and yes daddy I do, will you please daddy?" she gave his hard cock a squeeze, tickled his balls and kissed him so lovingly, he knew he could never say no to her.

"On your knees you wanton sexy little hussy, you know I can't say no to you don't you, you vixen!" and he laughed.

Marie was up and head down in seconds, and pointed to the warm oil on the side dresser.

"Hmmm, all prepared I see," he said, and lightly slapped her tight beautifully rounded ass.

"Yes daddy, I'm all ready, hurry daddy I need you, please daddy."

He opened the bottle and poured some down the crack of her ass, pressed and poked it into her tight little brown hole.

"Ooooh daddy, that feels so good, so different, oh daddy I love you, I do I do!"

Getting behind her he stared down at what had to be one of natures most glorious of sights, her blond hair spread out, head to one side waiting. The bending and slope of her back, the rising of her two moons, the firm globes, inviting and drawing him to her. He poured oil into his palm and worked it around his thick tool. 

Leaning in, he said to her, "I'm ready Marie, are you baby?" It was her last chance to say no. 

"Oh yes daddy, do it, do it, go!" It was an order now, not a fervent request. He pressed forward and guided his bulbous head to it target, when he was resting against her hole he pushed, it popped in without protest, without resistance, Marie squealed, but held fast.

She was not going to relent, she wanted this, and the man she wanted to do it to her, was! Her father pressed forward sinking more of his urgent prick into his baby's tight little ass. Marie had the most extraordinary climax of her life, she had never had one like this. It was as different to her other ones but yet the same in enormity. She bowed her lovely head in pain, the utmost pleasure and thankfulness; she knew this was a fantastic addition to her lovemaking armoury. Her husband was going to get a taste of this that was for certain, whether he liked it or not, she would fuck him with her ass herself if she had to!

"Oh daddy, mmmm, oh daddy," she moaned, "Oh I like this daddy, it's wonderful," she gasped to him as he sank further and further into the abyss of her terrific ass. He was holding her by the hips when he reached as far as his prick would go. Pulling out halfway he sank back in, another climax exploded from his daughter. He had never heard her like this, it was alien to his ears, he was making his own flesh and blood cry out to him in happiness and glee, along with painful moans.

Running out of control over his own actions he went from slow and gentle so as not to cause her too much pain, to fast and furious in a half dozen strokes. Soon he was pulling all the way out leaving only the fat bulbous head still lodged in her beautiful rump, before sending it back in with a frenzied push. His pace increased and so did his daughters cries of joy, fear, delight, climax on climax.

Marie reached under her pussy and grabbed his balls, they were full she could tell, and also tight. On the inward thrust she pulled him to her, refusing to let him back out until she was ready for that sublime feeling of dread that he might pull out altogether. Her father knew what she was doing, what she didn't know was, he was an avid ass fucker, his just recent girl friend had had his prick up her rear end many a time.

He let her have her way, he knew she would let go soon and he could continue fucking the most fantastic ass he had ever had the privilege of screwing, his own daughters! Marie moaned in submission to the complete and utter change in the depth of her feelings. She had known she would enjoy this, it had been on her mind for years. And now she was reaping the benefits of being royally ass screwed by her very own daddy.

She lost count of the times he made her cum, he was attacking her nipples deliciously while he pumped her up. She ended up helpless under him, she stayed on her knees unable to move in any direction now. Her fists tight into the blanket in deaths grips. Then he began a different movement, it was more urgent, more powerful, harder, and deeper. She thought he was going to drive her right up the bed when he came in a grunting happy quiet like roar.




A Loving Wife, A Loving Daughter



Marie felt her bowels swell as he pumped his cum right into her intestines. She was aware of its heat, the thick creamy deposit swilled her bowels and meshed with her own inner fluids, and to be crude, her own shit! But the whole thing was beautifully satisfying; her daddy had given her the ultimate gift, himself. She loved him even more now for allowing her to taste the fruits of this kind of loving, and she knew it would become a part of her every day life, she loved it totally. The pain was a secondary thing as far as she was concerned, it actually added to her excitement of having a good cock in her ass. 

Next week Alex would feel the benefit, she would encourage him to rout her there at will. If she could have planned it better she would liked to have known how. He slowly pulled out, and she felt rather than heard a plop! Her ass felt empty, devoid of its rightful place in life to be filled with loving cock. Marie managed to roll over, she glimpsed her daddy smiling at her before she squirreled into his neck and arms. She was embarrassed, but she didn't care, her desire had been achieved; now she really did feel like a woman, a real woman.

He rose and went to the bathroom, Marie followed him, as he stepped into the shower, primarily to clean his cum and shit lathered cock and balls, Marie dropped to her knees to wash him. He stood there like the master he was. His daughter dutifully washed him clean, and then proceeded to give him her best ever blow job. He held on to the shower rail as she manipulated his prick, his balls tightened as she sucked him deep into her luscious mouth and then throat.

He gazed down at the heavenly sight of her, her long blond hair now wet, hanging down her back, her proud tits and nipples appearing to look up at him, as her eyes did the same as she engulfed her daddy's slaver coated cock. He was fifty now, so she wondered if he could cum again so quickly after filling her rear end. She could still feel it in her ass, and it gave her the momentum to attack his prick with added fervour, if she didn't get him to cum in her while standing in the shower , then she would have him in bed, no question. 

Marie poked her finger into his own ass, this made him rise up on to the balls of his feet. She forced more in and he ended up like a ballerina on his tippy toes! She wiggled it around, slid it in and out, she could see the colour changing in his face as she worked him up. Marie was going at him with all she had, his cock was as hard as she had known it. A finger deep in him, cock in her unforgiving mouth, tongue hard at work, Marie did the one thing that was left, she gently crushed and squeezed then rubbed his balls with her free hand.

Her father grabbed her by the head and drove his hips forward, then back and forth, he was fucking her mouth. Marie let him get where he needed to be.

"I need to cum baby, but I can't," he said, "not standing here like this, quick, throw a towel or something on the floor." Marie was like lightening, she tossed a big white fluffy towel down and he flopped on to it on his back. Marie was on him immediately; she brought him back to the boil and set off on the trail to his tipping point. She sucked and licked, stroked and poked, soon he was breathing hard and fast. His hips began to jump around.

"I'm cumming baby; I'm cumming," he gasped loudly. His hips rose and fell once more and his cum ripped out of him and into her waiting mouth. She was finally eating her daddy's loving cum!

Marie savoured and tasted it like it was her first time at devouring a mans cock, it wasn't. But because the cock belonged to her daddy it made it all the more wonderful. It was as different to Marks as it could be, she would know the taste and smell as his forever. She slowed as she sucked the last remnants of his cum in and down her body. He stroked her wet hair, and her face.

"Marie, I don't know if I could ever be without you darling," he said quietly, "I know we shouldn't be doing this, but I have to now, but if you say we should stop, either now, or in the future, then I will accede to your wishes." He was being as honest and as truthful as he could be, he would die rather than hurt her in any way.

"Daddy, as far as I am concerned this will never stop, I have waited all my life for this, even when I was a little girl I wanted it, even though I had no idea of what that was back then. But I do now daddy, I certainly do now!" Her words were like gold to him. He relaxed on her bathroom floor as she slid up and forced her lips to his in a way that sealed the bond and would be forever unbreakable.

Then the strangest feeling came over Marie, it was a slight feeling of guilt. Guilt not because she was being unfaithful to her husband with her own father, and not because she was being unfaithful to him with the boy next door, however brief it might be. No, she felt guilty because she was being unfaithful to her daddy with Alex. She shook her head, and even smiled at the silly feeling, but she realised that it had happened because she loved her daddy so much.

Next week Alex would be history, so she would have fun with him, on him, under him, it didn't matter, fun was hers to be had an she was going have it. Then her life would get some semblance of normality, if that's what it could be called. She thought she was the luckiest girl alive; she had a wonderful loving husband. He didn't deserve her to be unfaithful to him like this, he had never put a foot wrong. It was all her fault she knew, but her daddy was now a part of her life, and she had wanted him to be this part long before she had met Mark. 

Her weekend with her husband was as good as many they had spent, they shopped, ate out, wined and dined, and to top it all off, they had sex and love in quantities that even surprised her. But the weirdest thing was, she thought. As they retired on the Sunday night, she was already looking forward to her daddy paying his Monday visit, and on top of that, she was avidly looking forward to Tuesday, Wednesday and her final day Friday with Alex.

But Friday was to be a game changer, it didn't alter anything, but what took place took Marie to where she had never had the slightest idea of. She had heard about this, and even wondered what it would be like. But she had never thought it would enter her life, at least not in the way it did. She had had the best week of her life, with her husband, daddy, and Alex. And knew it would never happen again. Her pussy, ass and mouth were in constant use from the three men in her life, soon to be two.

On the Friday morning Marie had made herself look so fantastically beautiful for Alex, it would be his last time forever with her, she was determined to make it his very best, one that he would never forget. Friday turned out to be the day she would never forget either.

She was wearing a short light brown calf skin mini skirt, bare legged, open toed sandals. A light yellow sun coloured very thin top, which accentuated her ample, and obvious charms. It had no straps or sleeves, it was held up simply by her own body shape, her nipples tightly restrained and almost poking through the thin material. Her hair brushed to a sheen, centre parted, hanging loosely and shaggily down her back. Her perfect face perfectly made up, she was every living mans wet dream, and it was all for Alex to enjoy!

She went in and climbed the stairs to his room, when she walked in, he was there as usual, hard heavy prick in hand, tongue almost on the floor as he saw how she looked. She smiled confidently to herself; she had him again, drooling for her as always. She went to him and they shared a hot passionate kiss, Alex felt her nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through her steaming hot body.

She moaned into his mouth, she was hotter for him sooner than she normally was, it was too soon but she couldn't alter that now. She was in heat, on fire, and there was only one way to quench it, get his prick into her as soon as possible, and hose her down from the inside with his thick creamy beautiful cum!

Marie didn't have panties on as usual, she climbed right on him and sank down, within seconds of entering his room she was full of hot hard prick, and it was wonderful, she came almost immediately. She cried out at the intensity of it, "it must be because its my last time," she thought to herself, but she continued to drive her pussy up and down on him until she made him cum hard in her. The familiar feel of his sperm swimming up into her waiting womb filled her with happiness, "more baby making cream for me," she said to herself with utter glee.

They played and romped around the bed after they had both recovered. Soon his very virile prick was on the up again, literally. Alex made her get on top of him again, it wasn't quite what she was looking for. Marie was looking for a good hard fucking underneath him, but she gave in to his demands. She sat down on him once more, the utter satisfaction of it made her forget her desire to be battered to within an inch of her life, for the moment

Alex collected her wrists in his hands and put them behind her back, then he sapped them, left wrist in right hand, right wrist in left hand. Now he hooked his feet over her calves and proceeded to fuck her from below, this was new to Marie and she enjoyed it. The feeling of being captive added to her growing arousal ably assisted by Alex's cock fastened tightly in her slick sopping pussy.

What she didn't know and was about to find out was that Alex had told his good friend about his terrific fortune to have the chance to fuck with and make love to the fantastical looking, and beautiful wife of his neighbour. Jeremy had got him out of a big jam in school, one that could have ruined his life's plans, he owed him one, and this was his payback. He never mentioned her father, or the photos. Jeremy was soon to be roommate in the college he was going to. Their parents had rented a two roomed apartment for them and were sharing the cost. 

Jeremy had seen her of course and often told Alex how much and what he would give for an hour with her under him. Alex had laughed, but his words set up the plan he was about to enact with Jeremy. He had laid it out for him, they discussed it, they agreed that she would have to be restrained somewhat, but Alex was convinced that she would end up loving it.

So they had devised the very situation Marie was now in, loving every bit of her capture, and every bit of being rodded firmly and thoroughly by Alex from under her. Jeremy entered the room silently, his prick in hand, it was a couple of centimetres longer than Alex's, and around a centimetre wider, in other words it would be the biggest prick Marie had ever encountered.

He knew Marie liked it up her ass, Alex had told him he had fucked her there three or four times already, and now he was looking almost right into it. He was an ass man, just like her own father which he knew nothing of, and never would. Climbing slowly, silently and softly he got behind her. Alex was smiling up at him broadly; he nodded his head downwards, telling him, 'to get on with it!'

The first thing Marie knew of her impending double fucking was when Jeremy took a hold of his hips, and pushed the thick bulbous head of his prick into her ass, it had been as easy as that!

She jumped and tried to squirm away but Alex had her held tight, he had made sure his grip was unbreakable. Then Marie felt the intruders weight on her back and the heavy member pushing its way in to her very open and unprotected, defenceless ass.

Alex held her down to him and pushed his prick upwards, Jeremy forced more and more of his prick in, then he started to fuck her. Marie moaned in utter surrender, there was no way she could get free, and then her arousal took over. She had already been high, and now the feel of unremitting cock up her ass drove her over the edge. She still had no idea who it was, but now she didn't care either. She was being double teamed, she could feel the two cocks colliding within her by the membranes that separated them. The very act she had thought of, but never imagined would happen to her was taking place. To be fucked like this was amazingly exciting and her orgasms came thick and fast.

Jeremy wasn't long in cumming and because her ass and pussy were both filled up with cocks, his cum made her ass swell astronomically, the cum, heavy and hot seemed to spread throughout her lower body. She was slumped on Alex, she could hardly move as Jeremy pumped cum load after cum load into her.

He lay on her, she was the meat in the sandwich, slowly pulling out, he was still half hard and wanted to fuck her now. He and Alex had agreed that he wouldn't, but Alex could plainly see the need and desire to do so. He nodded his head to him, Jeremy got off and hurried to the bathroom where he cleaned himself up. He knew there was no way he would ever attempt to hammer his dirty prick into this blond beauty, no way!

Marie was in for one more surprise, one that nearly totalled her. Alex rolled her over; disengaged himself, then Jeremy re entered the room. She stared at him, he was black! Her shock was complete, this was turning out to be the day that ended all days, especially for her.

Without missing a heartbeat Jeremy was on her and stuffing his mammoth black prick into her. Marie could only moan at the intrusion, he was already in places where no other had gone, her final frontier. He smiled down at her as she stared back at him wild eyes, she was being screwed by a powerfully built black boy around Alex's age, she could see that. But she didn't have the strength or the will now to stop him. Jeremy fucked her for and age, watched avidly by Alex. 

Marie's capitulation was evident in the way she was responding to her new black lover. She was wrapped around him, arms and legs locked tight. Her beautiful eyes screwed up and shut tight as the boy beat her interminably with his black log like prick. Orgasm followed orgasm, until the time came for him to unload his second barrel of cum. Marie felt that delicious feeling of hot thick, and this time black loaded cum travel around her lower regions, she loved it and clung tight o the boy above her.

When he had finished, Marie reluctantly let go, and sprawled on the bed, she felt as if she had been shot with a canon. The bed moved, she didn't open her eyes, the blond and very beautiful woman just lay there. She was dishevelled, hair tousled, and if she could see herself she would be almost horrified. Cum was running out of her ass and pussy on to the bed, there was so much of it in her, her body couldn't contain it. But the two boys knew they were looking at a stunningly sexy, and utterly beautiful feline woman. There real regret was, it wasn't going to happen again, they were both sad at that thought.

She spent another hour under their wonderful collective control, they both fucked her once more each, and then it was time for her to go. They sadly and fondly bade farewell, she knew it was over now, it had to be. She went home and bathed, she was in there for over two hours, she was sore and bruised, battered and beaten, and she had never felt better in her life. "And," she said to herself, " I have been blacked, well and truly, it won't happen again, but I'm glad I have had the experience of black!"

"It's also a good job Alex got his loads in first," Marie Dewitt smiled, she giggled happily to her self, "or I might have been carrying a black baby!" She laughed long and loud. It was just so funny, but she would forever remember this day as long as she lived. They would always be the happiest of memories, of Alex especially, and of Jeremy who she knew nothing about.

Life fell back in to a sort of routine, Alex and Jeremy were gone, she still had her daddy to love, and she still had Mark. Marie found it hard to reconcile that she still loved him the way she did. And yet she had done terrible unknown things to him, and would continue to do so with her ever loving daddy. The following week Mrs Marie Dewitt missed her period, she knew she would, she knew she was pregnant. It was a joyous moment in her household when she told Mark he was going to be a daddy.

Nine months later a beautiful 9lb baby boy was born, every one said how beautiful he was, just like his mommy and daddy. 

"Yes he is," Marie agreed happily, then she looked at her daddy standing at the foot of the bed and smiled, Marie knew who his real daddy was, it wasn't Alex, and it wasn't her husband either. She knew just by looking at her lovely son, his daddy was right there, her own daddy!



A Loving Wife Dies



It is indeed a very old story but it is one that must be told again and remembered. A life time of love and happiness, and a loving family is very important to all of us. I only wish this was fiction. 

She was dying. The last days were here. After 3 years of cancer, she was at the end of her fight. The Doctor that had broke the cancer news to us way back then broke it to the survivors

Our four children:

Our oldest son, Paul, 40, his Wife Joan 36, with three children

Our oldest daughter Patricia 37, her husband George 39, with 4 children

Our youngest son, Alfred and his significant other Seymour both 33

Our baby girl Rachael 30 and her husbands James 32 and Ralph 28. With 2 children

Rachael was always my favorite. She looked just like her mama. Same saucy smile. Same eyes. I had to work overtime in the Ford plant to buy her the Prom dress she wanted and the new coat to wear over the dress. The shoes were not cheap either. And the beauty shop was almost $50. She looked just like Martha, as she left the house with her date. 

We were all prepared for the news but it still hit us all hard. She was finally going to die. We hugged each other and cried.

Dr. Johnson asked to see me alone. We went into a tiny office and sat down.

"She has known for three days. She asked to be told first before the family. I did that

She also asked that since she can no longer write that a message be left for you. Only the person who took down what she said and your wife know the contents of this message." 

He handed me a sealed envelope. He waited in case I need help.

We were married in our church 45 years ago. The young priest that married us is there. It has been a good life. Four children. Each happy with the life they have chosen. My wife will turn 65 in two days. I loved her from the first time I saw her kneeling in that church. I saw her again later as she left the confessional booth. I walk her home. Soon we were dating and soon we were married. 

Before we were married, she told me she was not a virgin. Her priest had insisted that she tell me that but only that. I knew nothing about her previous encounters with any one. I loved her. I knew she love me and we would be in love forever.

We did not have it easy. Money problems, Alfred was gay. Rachael needed two men to be happy. We struggled and cried and somehow we were together now.

I open the envelope. There was a single page. It was handwritten by someone with a very good hand. 

*

Max, please forgive me.

The priest was here for the final rites. I confessed my sins. He said I had to tell you so you could forgive me and I can get into heaven.

I have had lovers during our marriage. Twenty one lovers. I do not remember all the names but the priest said that was not important.

None of the children are yours. All were fathered by one of the men I met when I could slip away for a few minutes. I am sorry we did not have our very own baby, but it seems that you were busy on the days I was most fertile. I did have the DNA checked last year just to be sure. I think Paul is your brother's child. Alfred, I am sure belongs to your old boss Raymond. Rachael may be Rob Henderson's. I have no idea who fathered Patricia. There were so many about that time. You were such a good father, working all that overtime to pay for the colleges and braces and prom dresses. 

It started when I was 15. Sex was just so good I wanted all I could get. I also wanted a loving husband and I selected you. You had been the best husband a woman could have. 

You were there for the babies; you were such a wonderful father. You even changed more diapers than I did and all those late night feedings when I was tired. I was so glad you were my husband. 

I know this is a shock. But everyone knows about this. The children were told when they graduated from college. My family and your family knew. I told them you had approved and would not want to talk about it. Not a one of them ever mentioned it to you. They were really wonderful people. I will say that the apple of your eye Rachael hated me for years after I told her. But she finally had two husbands and found out what a lot of good sex meant. No one ever ruined our happiness and our marriage by telling you. That made me feel so good. 

I do want your forgiveness. It will make it easier for me to get into heaven. The priest has given me this penitence of confessing to you. I have done it. I can now go to my God in peace.

Your loving wife,

Martha.

*

The code red was sounded. But we were too late. I pronounced him dead in the small office. The heart that was so strong all those years just quit. We could not start it again. The message I placed in my pocket. She had requested that only he know of it. I did read it and I decided that I had not read it. I burned it.

I really believed he knew. Everyone believed he knew and no one told him for 45 years. He had a happy marriage and a very good life. 

They were buried together five days later. May they rest in peace.

Dr. Johnson



A Loving Wife Dies: Painful Truths



[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an alternate ending to "A Loving Wife Dies" by H2Owader. He is a wonderful writer and the story really inspired me. My ending goes in a very different direction from the end of his original story. I humbly ask his indulgence for my taking up his story in this way. If you hate it, please blame me and not him.

This ending will make no sense without first reading "A Loving Wife Dies". It begins just before the end of that story, after the wife's letter that closes

"Your loving wife,

Martha."

(In other words, skip the last nine lines of the original story and proceed to what follows below.)]

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Martha lay quietly in her hospital bed, propped up against the pillows. Today was a good day—not much pain. She knew she had only a few days left, but she could still talk, and thankfully she was not too uncomfortable.

Across the room sat Rachael and Paul, along with her husband's brother Daniel. They were talking quietly together, letting her get some rest. There were always a few family members in the room with Martha, as there had been for the past few weeks.

She glanced at the clock—it was just past 2 pm. She eagerly looked forward to Max's arrival. He came every day at about 2, and sat with her until she fell asleep for the night. He would read to her, talk to her, or just sit quietly with her, holding her hand in his, offering her water if she was thirsty.

She was grateful for his calm, loving presence by her side for so many hours each day. Now, with so little time left, the happiest moment of each day was when he arrived.

The door swung open and Max appeared, but with a look on his face unlike any she had ever seen before. There was a cold intensity that shocked and frightened her.

He came straight to her bedside, and stood looking down at her. She reached to take his hand with hers, but he ignored it.

"You ... whore!" he said quietly, his voice a low growling sound in the quiet room. "You ... fucking ... WHORE!"

Her smile froze on her face. She couldn't reply. His look terrified her.

Across the room, Rachael, Paul, and Daniel were looking at him in alarm. "Dad—what's wrong?" Rachael asked. He ignored her, looking only at Martha.

"You fucked twenty-one other men? You let me raise four other men's children as my own? You soiled our marriage bed for forty-five years? And now you ask me to forgive you? 

"You DESTROY me, you tell me our whole life was a lie, and you ask me to forgive you?" His voice was rising, its strained sound revealing his pain.

"Max, sweetheart ..." she began in a quavering voice.

"You selfish, evil ... whore!" he cried, his eyes still fixed on her. She began to cry.

He brought his face closer to hers. "I will NEVER forgive you. I ... hope ... you ... burn ... in ... HELL!"

He stared at her another moment, watching her cry, watching her arm reach again for him. Then, very deliberately, he spat in her face. Without another word, he turned towards the door.

The others jumped forward. "Dad, what on earth..." Rachael said in a shocked voice. Max's brother Daniel grabbed his shoulder and swung him around.

"Max, what are you doing?" he cried.

Max stared back into his brother's face. "You BASTARD!" he shouted. With all his might he swung his open hand against the side of Daniel's head, catching him flush on the cheek and knocking him to his knees.

Max moved swiftly to the door, opened it, and disappeared, leaving a stunned silence behind him. On the bed Martha was sobbing. Rachael moved to her, grabbing a cloth to wipe the saliva from her face.

"Mom? Are you all right? What on earth made Dad behave that way?" But Martha didn't answer. When Rachael gazed searchingly into her eyes Martha couldn't face her and silently turned away, still crying.

After a moment Rachael looked at Paul and Daniel. "Stay with her," she said. Then she ran out of the room in pursuit of her father.

She came running out of the hospital, looking around, out of breath. She saw Max sitting on a bench near the entrance, his head in his hands. She went to him and sat next to him.

"Dad, why were you so cruel just now? She's DYING, Dad—what were you thinking?" She tried to keep anger out of her voice, but the concern was evident.

He turned to her, all anger gone from his face now, looking old, haggard, and terribly sad. Without a word he handed her Martha's letter.

She began to read—then gasped, and stared at him in shock. She looked back to the letter, read it again, and then grasped his hand tightly.

"Dad—you mean you didn't know? You didn't know that she ... that we ... weren't actually your children? But she ... she said that you knew all about it ... she told us ... we shouldn't discuss it with you!"

Max gazed at her. He adored all his children—his children! He supposed he couldn't even call them that now! But he felt closest to Rachael, his baby, his last treasured little girl.

"Sweetheart," he said in a despairing voice, "She lied to you—to everyone. I didn't know anything about it until an hour ago."

Then, suddenly, he turned away from her, and his head was in his hands again, and he was weeping. She put her arms around him, her head against his shoulder, and began to cry.

********

The church was nearly full. More than 600 people had come to pay their respects. They sat quietly, listening to Father Martin conduct the service. The usual prayers were mixed with words of praise for Martha Franklin, for her love and devotion to her family, for her generosity to the community.

There was a small buzz of surprise when Max rose from the front row and moved up beside Father Martin. With tight lips, looking unwilling, Father Martin moved to one side and sat down, relinquishing the podium.

Max begain to speak, slowly and clearly, in a loud and resonant voice.

"I know it is unusual for anyone besides the priest to speak at a funeral, but I insisted. I made it clear to Father Martin, and to my family, that unless I could speak there would be no funeral. I am the husband of the deceased, and that is my right."

Max heard the murmuring, saw the people in the pews looking at one another. He went on.

"You've heard all about how Martha was a wonderful wife and mother, and a pillar of the community. Now I will tell you the truth.

"Martha and I were married in this church, 45 years ago. Some of you were here on that occasion, as we pledged to be faithful to one another, 'forsaking all others', for as long as we lived.

"My wife broke her vows to me, the vows she made here in the sight of God. She betrayed me. She committed adultery hundreds, if not thousands, of times. She bore children to four other men, and let me unknowingly raise them as my own."

The church echoed with a babble of shocked whispering. A few feet from Max sat Father Martin, looking stiff and unhappy.

Max continued, silencing the murmurs with his voice. "Martha lied to the members of my own family, making them accomplices in keeping the truth from me. She told them all that I willingly allowed her to fornicate with other men. My own mother and father ..." Here Max choked up, and had to pause for a moment. The church was now quiet again.

"My own mother and father went to their graves, believing that I had knowingly let my wife cheat on me, let other men father children with her!

"For forty-five years I never knew any of this. 

"But Father Martin," Max cried out, "compelled Martha to write me a letter last week, revealing her abominable sins against me and against God. Instead of letting me end my life with the happy memories of a loving, faithful wife, he insisted that she destroy my peace of mind with her confession!"

Father Martin sat stiffly, his lips tightly pursed, looking at nothing. 

"This man, this ... man of God, who has never had a wife or children! Does he know the feeling of being a betrayed husband? Does he know what it is to learn that the children you adore more than life are not your own? Yet in his blind, unthinking arrogance, he saw to it that Martha compounded her many sins with a final sin: to make me bitterly aware of the empty lie of my marriage."

There was quiet. Father Martin felt the eyes of the congregation on him. His legs began to tremble, and he pressed down on them with his hands to keep them still.

Max's tone became quieter. "But Martha was not the only adulterer. She betrayed me with twenty-one men, most of them married, some of them friends of mine.

"I now know twelve of their names. And in this place of God, let them now face Him and answer for their sins!"

In a grave voice Max read out a list from a card he pulled from his pocket. The names were like the tolling of a bell in the great space of the church. "Raymond Hunt ... Arthur Foster ... Ben Newton ... Henry Appleby ... Brian Spencer ... Peter Thomaston ... John Garner ... Nicholas Menzie ... Richard Harper ... Robert Henderson ... Barry Jones ... "

The congregation squirmed, looking around them. Several of the men sat in the church, their faces rigid and pale. Some of them had wives or children looking at them in horror.

Max had saved one name for last: "and Daniel Franklin. My own brother."

Again the church was alive with whispers, full of shock and horror. Max stood tall and silent until the noise subsided.

"Father Martin told Martha that I had to forgive her so that she could get into heaven.

"I do not know what the Lord, in His infinite wisdom, will decide. But my wife died and will be buried without my forgiveness."

Slowly, formally Max stepped away from the podium. He walked towards the central aisle of the church. As he passed the coffin containing his wife, he stopped. He looked at the enormous china vase, filled with beautiful blue and white flowers, that rested on the coffin.

Then with a sweep of his arm he knocked it to the floor. The vase shattered with a crash that resounded for long seconds through the church.

Max walked down the aisle towards the rear of the church. As he passed the second row his daughter Rachael rose. Taking his arm, she walked with him. They opened the door and were gone.

As the echo of their footsteps died away, a vast silence filled the crowded church. 



A Loving Wife In The Car



Disclaimer:

This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. 



It had been a long time since my coworkers had wanted to go out for drinks after work. It had been a long day and with my husband out of town, I really didn't have anywhere I needed to be anyways with the kids just out of the house, so I decided it would be nice to spend some time with the girls. 

We all drove our own cars to the restaurant that was most central to where we all lived. It was only about 5 miles from my house and I figured I would have a couple then make my way home. We spent a while chatting about work and the love lives of the single girls. All the while I was missing my husband more and more. 

He spent half his time on the road, and this was one of his longer weeks. He would be gone through Friday, and it was only Tuesday. He had texted me this morning to wear something sexy under my clothes for him today, and I try not to disappoint. He seems to get all worked up over it, which makes for great sexting in the evenings. 

My choice today was a red satin and lace thong with matching bra, Red garter belt, black thigh highs, nude tank top, Red sweater, and black skirt. I had taken a picture and sent it to him before leaving for work. He loved this outfit.

So here we were out of the roost for the evening, and like our conversations usually do, we started talking about sex. The new girl was kinda shy at first, but as she drank more she started to get more involved in the conversation. She started talking about her boyfriend and how well equipped he was. My husband isn't small by any means, but when she told us he could barely fit inside her, we were curious. One of the more bold women asked if she was a virgin when she met him. That's when she told us he was black. 

I almost fell out of my seat. I don't know if it was from the alcohol or from the thought of this little blonde girl, no taller than 5 feet being with some giant black man. Then I started imagining all of the videos my husband had me watch of little white girls taking monster black cocks. I thought it was just in porn. I had seen a few white girls on the arms of black men before, but I just didn't see this little prude being with someone like that. 

I am not a racist, but I just didn't really see why my husband was so fascinated with black men and white girls. He had even shown me a couple videos on the computer of slutty wives taking big black cocks unprotected into their pussies and begging them to cum inside them. It got me hot watching them, but it wasn't about the skin color, it was about how massive their cocks were. 

I decided then I should text my husband. I picked up my phone and sent him a quick message. "We are having drinks, Sally just told us she is dating a black guy." I set the phone down and continued talking. She kept talking about how good he was in bed and how much she couldn't wait to see him again. Needless to say, it got me thinking more and more about how long this week was going to be. 

My husband had bought me a few toys to play with while he was gone. One of them was black. It wasn't any bigger than my husbands, but my husband nearly came every time I would send him a picture of it in my hand. He would tell me how good that black cock looks in my hand and how he couldn't wait to see it buried deep in my pussy. He would always cum harder when I would use it. I had started using it more and more for his pleasure. I didn't mind it one bit. 

He had started taking the toy out and use it on me during foreplay. His cock was so hard and he nearly came just putting it into me. I had to admit it was more fun with him there and when he went down on me while sliding that black toy inside me, I came harder than normal. 

I would still be riding my orgasm as he pulled the toy out and slid his own very hard cock inside me. He kept asking me how it felt to be fucked and cum in by a black cock. It didn't take him but a few minutes to tense up and cum. I was scratching and clawing at his back as I came a second time. 

I was brought back to reality when I heard my phone buzz. I picked it up and looked at his message. He had to be grinning from ear to ear. He was a few hours behind us so he was still working, but I could tell he was excited from his message. He asked what we were doing that we would be talking about that. I told him we were at the restaurant having a few drinks. 

He responded that he wished he could join us. I told him he had to be in town for that. I asked if that had gotten him hard, to which he responded yes, which was awkward cause he was in the car with another guy. I laughed and told him to finish up and I might have a surprise later for him. 

The talk was winding down and it was getting late. A few girls were already leaving to head back to their husbands. The single girls, and by single, I mean the ones not married, were talking about going to a club. Sally suggested one not far from here, I guess her boyfriend worked their back in the day as a bouncer. He could even get them in free. I had never been to that club, but I had heard it was nice. Kinda upscale, so I texted my husband I was going to the club with Sally and a few of the other girls. 

He responded that he was just finishing up, and heading to dinner, and that I should have fun with him away. I told him I would try. At that I asked the girls if I could go. They were all for it, seeing as I hardly ever went out. I told them about my husband being gone this week and it would be a nice change from sitting at home watching TV or reading a book. They gave me directions, then one of them jumped into the front seat of my husband's Suburban and off we went. 

It was still relatively early, so I was able to get a decent parking spot for this land yacht. I figured on a Tuesday, this place wouldn't get too busy anyways. We met up with the other girls and made our way towards the door. As we approached, a couple men approached us from the other side of the parking lot. One of them walked up to Sally and she jumped up and gave him a hug and a kiss. I didn't realize her boyfriend would be joining us, but she did say he could get us in.

We were introduced to Tony, Sally's boyfriend, then Greg, Randy, another guy named Tony, and John. Tony and Greg were black, Randy, Tony, and John were white. There were five of them and five of us. I was wondering what Sally had planned. Greg was a little better built than the rest of them and had an air of confidence that put me at ease when he shook my hand. Tony lead the way as we were walked right into the club and up into the VIP section. 

It wasn't long before the girls decided they wanted to dance. I loved to dance and I'm not all that bad. Same can't be said about my husband though. Two left feet and I always went home with my feet aching, so this was a nice change. Some of the girls really knew how to work it, and it wasn't long until either they were being led away with someone they just met or one of the guys in our group was leading them over to a secluded corner. 

Pretty soon it was just Sally, Tony, Greg and myself left in the group. Tony and Sally were practically fucking right there on the dance floor. One minute she was making out with him, the next she would turn around and grind her ass up against his crotch and lean her head back and kiss him sideways. 

Every time she would change her position I would catch myself looking at his crotch to see if I could see this bulge she couldn't stop talking about. Every time I glanced over, I could just barely make it out. Not long after that, I saw Sally whisper something into Tony's ear. Just then Tony made his way over by me and Greg took Tony's place with Sally. 

Pretty soon I had Tony grinding up against me, turning me around and pulling my hips back against his crotch. I could feel that snake right up against my ass. Damn, I had never felt something so big. He then turned me around and pressed himself up against my stomach, leaned down and whispered in my ear, "If you like that, you should feel what Greg has."

I started blushing but couldn't pull away from him. Just after he said that the music stopped and the DJ announced that he was taking a short break. I figured I could use one as well. 

I was getting thirsty and hot and needed a little rest. I made my way to the table and found that we had lost a few girls. I took my seat, ordered my drink, and grabbed my purse. Not a moment later Greg, Sally and Tony found their way back, and took their seats, except Greg sat down next to me. As I was reading the messages from my husband, I felt his hand gently rest on my knee. I was so wrapped up in reading my messages that I didn't pay attention as his hand slowly made its way up my leg.

My husband was asking if I was having fun and if there was any chance that I might be able to sample what Sally gets on a regular basis. I responded to him that I was having a really good time, and that Sally's boyfriend and a few of his friends showed up. That we had been dancing but were taking a break, and that I couldn't do that without him here. It was his fantasy, and even though it made me hot, I couldn't do that to him. 

Just then my drink arrived. I put my phone down and took a sip. I started thinking the drinks were getting stronger as I tasted the Vodka and it burned a little as it went down my throat. I heard my phone buzz, and just as I picked it up I felt Greg's hand slide a little further up my leg. At this point his hand felt good caressing my thigh, and I could feel a tingle between my legs. I looked over at him and smiled as I started reading the text. 

Greg and I had been chatting on the dance floor. He was a well educated man, clearly had good taste, and I was shocked that he would rather dance with me than someone his age. He told me he wasn't here looking for anything, and that he found me very sexy. He was very funny and I found myself gazing into his eyes a few times. They were a deep dark brown, and just piercing. 

He never touched me on the dance floor, and it was nice that he kept his distance. I should have politely moved his hand off my leg, but I was enjoying the feelings it was stirring inside me. That and I'm pretty sure the alcohol I had already consumed that night was lowering my inhibitions. 

I read my husbands text as I felt Greg's fingers press slightly into my thigh. His hand was at the hem of my skirt. He leaned over and asked if everything was alright. I leaned toward him when I said everything was fine, and that I had to check in with my husband. His hand never left my thigh, and I think I felt his grip get a little stronger when I said that. I sent my reply, telling my husband that I could get his number and maybe set something up for some time when he is in town. I set the phone down and started talking to Greg and Sally again. 

Greg leaned in and said he didn't know I was married. I told him I was happily married and that my husband travels a lot for business. He is gone this week so I was out with the girls unwinding. His hand was still caressing my leg and every now and then I felt it inch up a little higher. 

I then felt his hand touch bare skin. I was starting to get very turned on as I felt his hand on my bare inner thigh. The music started back up so I grabbed my drink, looked at Greg and asked if we were going to dance some more. He gladly accepted, stood up, extended his hand and helped me to the dance floor. 

I was spinning a little as he led me to the middle of the dance floor. I looked back and Sally and the rest of the group that wanted to dance was right behind me. Greg made his way to the middle of the dance floor with us in tow. Once he found a spot he liked, he turned around and pulled me closer to him and started dancing with me. The rest of the group was somewhere behind me, but at that point I didn't care.

I started dancing with him, watching his body sway to the music as I tried to keep in rhythm with him. He was a great dancer and pretty soon I felt myself being pushed closer to him. I turned around in the tight space and started wiggling my ass in the air to the beat of the music as I took a quick glance to see who was around me. 

I felt a little better as I saw Sally and one of the other girls dancing just a few feet from me, when I felt Greg's hands on my hips and his crotch rub against my ass. I arched my back and leaned my head back against his shoulder as I felt him sway and grind into me. 

I turned back around, wrapped my arms around his neck and just started swaying my body with his, matching his rhythm and feeling his body rub against mine. I felt his hands reach around me and grab my back and gently pull me closer and up towards him. Before I knew what was happening, he leaned down and started to kiss me.

I was trying to hold my resolve as I felt his tongue dart against my lips. When my lips parted slightly I felt his tongue glide gently into my mouth. I found his tongue with mine as he pulled me even tighter against his body and his hard cock. I could feel it up against my stomach and thought, It's huge! How could any girl take something like that inside them?

We stayed like that, just swaying to the beat holding and kissing each other. I felt his hands roam lower towards my ass, and just as he got to the top of my ass I broke off the kiss. I pulled away slightly but continued to dance with him. I wanted to lead him on, but I couldn't commit to him tonight. I wanted to bring him home to my husband and see if he would completely freak out before I went any further. 

I knew my husband was out having drinks and probably checking out other girls at the bar, but I wanted him to know that I was not going to back down at this point. I would take his fantasy as far as he wanted it to go, but he had to present, I kept telling myself. I saw the look in Greg's eye as the light flashed and I pushed back up to him and whispered in his ear that I was fine and that I enjoyed it, but I didn't know how far I could let this go. With that I moved my lips over to him and kissed him. 

His hands wrapped around me immediately and I found his tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I gladly accepted it as I ran my hand down his muscular back. He broke the kiss then leaned in and said, I won't push you to do anything you don't want to do. Just say when and I will back off. With that I grabbed his back and pulled him even tighter against me. I felt his hand resting in the small of my back as we just swayed to the music making out like teenagers on the dance floor. 

As the making out got more intense, I felt his hand slide down the rest of the way until it was firmly grabbing my ass cheek. Only the thin material of my skirt was keeping him from grabbing my bare ass. He started rubbing my ass up and down as I felt his fingers stop and trace the outline of my thong through the thin material. 

I was rubbing his back lower until I felt his pants, then his belt, then passed that to feel his toned ass through his slacks. Just before we could go any further, the music stopped again and the DJ came on. Two hours till closing time, we will be right back after a short break they announced.

We broke the kiss and Greg politely led me back to the table. There were fewer of us left, either some had gone home or had disappeared. Either way, I was having fun, and by the looks of it so was Sally and Tony. I was about to take a drink from my drink, then thought better. I excused myself to the ladies room, and grabbing my purse, I leaned down, kissed Greg on the lips, and asked him to order me a fresh round. 

Once I made my way to the bathroom, I found that there was a long line. I grabbed my phone and started reading my texts. There were quite a few new messages. He asked me if I was serious? What was I doing now? And if I thought there was a chance he wanted to fuck me right now. I answered that I was serious and gave him a brief description of Greg, making sure he knew he was black. I even told him I felt his cock rubbing against me and it had to be huge. 

It may even bigger than the toy my husband had bought for me to play with. I told him I just excused myself to the ladies room, and that we had been dancing, and that Greg had started making out with me, and that his hand had been rubbing my leg earlier and caressing my ass through my skirt. I told him there was a very good chance he wanted to sleep with me right now. 

My replies came just as I made it to the stall. I read his responses, and even enjoyed the picture of his hard cock he sent me from his hotel room. He was so hard thinking about me making out with a black guy in front of the entire club. He then asked me what I wanted to do. I told him it was very hot, but I'm not the only one making out in the bar. I then told him the truth. That right now I am enjoying the attention, but I was unsure of how far I would take this. 

I told him I wanted him here to make sure the fantasy was played out exactly the way he wanted. I told him I had no interest in taking him back to our home, or being taken to his place. It was probably best if I waited for him to be here. With that I reapplied my lipstick, fixed my hair, snapped a quick pic for my husband, sent it to him with a message, guess we will see what happens, and walked back to the table. 

I found my seat and on wobbly legs I sat back down. As soon as I did Greg reached over and handed me my drink. As I took it from him, I felt his hand glide gently down my arm to my side, then down my body to rest firmly on my thigh. I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh, but got the shock of my life. Right there under his slacks was his rod. I must have had a deer in the headlights look cause Sally asked if I was ok. I just nodded as I took a drink of my drink and started gently caressing the length of his cock. 

I saw Tony lean over to Sally and whisper something in her ear as I felt Greg's hand slide slowly under my skirt, passed the lace of the thigh highs, down my thigh and into the valley between my legs. I then felt him slide his hand back up my leg until his hand was nestled gently against my pussy. I was on fire. I didn't know if he could feel the heat between my legs but I could sure feel the heat coming from his cock. 

I knew I shouldn't be rubbing him and allowing him to have his way with me, but it felt so good. I parted my thighs ever so slightly allowing him just a little bit more room as I felt his cock twitch in my hand. We were still conversing, but I could tell Greg was having a hard time concentrating. Just then he turned towards me and kissed me gently on my lips. I melted and felt my legs part even more. His hand was getting a little more aggressive and I felt him rub his finger against my clit. 

At the same time he must have pulled on my thong because I felt it tighten up against my ass and the front slipped in between my lips. That almost made me orgasm right there at the table. I felt all my resolve diminishing and lust overcoming my body. I was still torn about how far I would take this. That and I had no idea where to go if I couldn't resist him, because I didn't want him to know where I lived. 

There we were, in front of a someone I work with. Her knowing I am happily married, but yet, we were still making out. I just couldn't tear myself away from his lips, and how his fingers were making me feel, it was incredible. His fingers were now touching my bare skin. My thong was pulled up between my lips. 




A Loving Wife In The Car



Just as I was getting near to my orgasm, he would move his hand away and let me calm down. All this teasing was starting to make me change my mind about how far I would take this. I already had my husband's approval, so what was stopping me? I guess I was a little scared because I hadn't done anything like this in a long time. Just then he started rubbing my clit again and I couldn't take it anymore. 

I looked into his eyes and whispered to him I was ready to go. He asked where I was going, and I said I hadn't decided yet, but I would like him to come with me. He got up and went to the bar to pay the tab. I grabbed my phone and read what my husband sent me. He told me to let go and have fun. The only thing he said was to be careful. At this point I wasn't thinking straight. I was always careful. I told him I had just invited him to come with me and that I would be careful. I told him I loved him, and asked if he was absolutely sure this was ok. 

His response came quick. He said he was sure he wanted this and that I should enjoy it as much as I could. I told him I would and I would text him when I got home safe and sound. I put my phone in my purse and looked over at Sally. She winked at me as Greg walked up. He extended his hand and helped me up. As soon as I was in his arms, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him again. His lips tasted like sugar. It was intoxicating. We walked towards the door hand in hand.

Once we were in the parking lot, I felt myself getting scared. I really hadn't planned for this to happen, but he was so good looking and he danced so well, and he felt so good, I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. We got to my Suburban and I opened the driver door. It was a tight fit, but I was able to get myself into the truck. 

I looked over and saw him getting into the passengers seat. He looked at me and said his car wasn't blocked in and he could bring me back to get my truck in the morning. I didn't want to go anywhere at that point. I looked into his eyes, reached behind his head and pulled him to my waiting lips. 

We were leaning into each other but the center console was digging into both our sides. I let go of his head, and reached down and lifted the cup holder section of the seat. I didn't understand why my husband wanted a full bench seat in front, but now it was completely clear to me. I slid over towards Greg, put my hand on his thigh, felt his hand on my thigh and we both leaned in to resume making out.

I felt his hand slide quickly over my thigh right up into my crotch. I couldn't help but start rubbing his cock through his pants as we both started breathing heavier. His other hand left the back of my neck and started working its way down to my breasts. His hands were working me over and I could feel his cock twitch in my hand every time I rubbed the tip of it. 

I was going out of my mind. I couldn't wait to free that monster hidden in his pants. I reached up and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. He leaned back and helped me pull my sweater off over my head. Then he started pulling at my undershirt. Once it was free his hand darted up my shirt and started caressing my breast through my bra. I reached over and finished taking off his shirt. I rubbed my hands down his bare chest towards his pants.

I stopped just short of his belt, when I felt him tugging at my shirt. I raised my arms and felt it being lifted over my head. I was now down to just my bra. I felt his hands start kneading my breasts through my bra, then slowly I felt him pull the cups down and grab my bare breasts. My breasts were very sensitive that day and feeling his bare hands rubbing them and pinching my nipples almost sent me over the edge. 

I heard a noise next to the truck, and looking over his shoulder I saw someone getting into the car next to us. Luckily I had tinted windows, but the front window isn't tinted. He was still pinching my nipples, then he leaned down and started sucking one of them into his mouth. I leaned my head back and grabbed the back of his smooth head and pulled him tighter to my breast. He was sucking and nibbling on them driving me crazy. Finally I let go of him and decided we needed to move. I pulled his face up to mine, kissed his lips, then whispered we should move this to the back seat. 

He agreed, so we broke our embrace, and he opened the door on his side. I grabbed my shirt and held it over my exposed bra and followed him out the door. He already had the back door open and he let me slide in first. Once I was in, he followed right behind and closed the door. I had never sat in the back seat, but there was amazingly a lot of room back here. I reached behind my back and started to unclasp my bra. He was undoing his belt buckle. I dropped my bra as seductively as I could, reached over, grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his pants. My fingers expertly undid the button on his pants, then I started to unzip them. 

Once I had them completely unzipped, I started tugging at them. He helped by lifting his ass off the seat and they slid freely to the floor of the truck. I scooted around and got on my knees on the seat, with his body facing me. I arched my back, feeling the hem of my skirt rise up over my stockings. I grabbed his boxer briefs and started pulling them down.

I could clearly see the outline of his cock through his boxers, so as I started pulling them down, I made sure to rub the very tips of my nails along his bare cock. He nearly jumped off the seat. I felt his cock twitch against my fingers as I traced the entire length of it. Once he was free, I picked his cock up and held it in my hand. I couldn't believe how big it was. I stared at it for a few seconds, then slowly lowered my head down towards it, arching my back even more. 

Slowly I started stroking his cock. It felt so big in my hand. If I could have used my other hand, I would have, but it was supporting me. I licked my lips and started moving my mouth closer to it. I gently kissed the head, then stuck my tongue out and licked the tip. I kept licking and kissing it, then opened my mouth wide and started lowering my mouth onto his cock, engulfing as much as I could until I felt it hit the back of my throat.

I pulled back as I stroked his cock up, then back down. Each time swirling my tongue around the tip. I could only fit his cock about half way into my mouth, and I was stretching my mouth as wide as I could. I felt his hands on my back, pulling me into him. Each time I would bottom out, feeling the tip of his bare cock against my throat.

I lifted my mouth off his magnificent piece of manhood, straightened myself out, and pulled the hem of my skirt up higher. I resumed my position and started sucking his cock even harder. It felt so naughty sucking off this man I had just met in the back of my husband's car with my thigh highs and garter belt now fully exposed.

He told me to lift up, so I released my grip on his cock and he slid his body down on the seat, positioning his head right under my pussy. I felt his hands grab my hips and pull my panty clad pussy up against his mouth. I felt him start to lick my clit through my panties as I resumed stroking and sucking his cock. 

I felt his fingers start to move my thong to the side, then I felt his fingers tracing the opening of my pussy. It felt so good when he finally slid one, then two fingers inside me. Once I was impaled on his fingers, he started licking my bare clit. It was hard to concentrate on his cock. I raised myself up a little and arched my back so he could get his fingers deeper inside me. I felt myself getting close, and decided I needed his cock inside me right then.

I quickly moved away from him before he made me cum. He sat up in the seat, and I swung my leg over his facing him, grabbed his head and pulled it to me and started kissing him. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, and my head started to spin. I could feel his bare cock against my stomach so I started thrusting my body into his cock. 

Each time I would raise myself a little higher until I felt the head of his cock rub against my panty covered clit. I slid back down the entire length until I felt it hit my belly button. I then slid back up the entire length until I felt it against my clit again. By now my skirt was completely bunched up around my waist and my thong was pulled to the side, exposing my pussy. This time I went even higher. I felt his hand let go of my hip and reach between us, guiding his monster towards my opening. 

I felt him position the head right against my opening. I pressed down a little and felt resistance. I wanted him inside me so bad. I started kissing him and rocking my hips a little, all the while pushing down onto the tip of his cock. I could feel my muscles start to loosen up, and felt the tip start to enter me. I kept rocking back and forth and pushing down more and more until I felt the entire head slide inside me. I felt like I was being stretched wide open. 

I continued pushing down and rocking my hips as I felt inch after inch slide deeper inside me. Finally I felt myself bottom out. I reached down between us and felt the base of his cock. There was about two inches left. I knew I couldn't take any more, so I started kissing him and rocking myself back and forth on his cock. It didn't take long until I felt a tingling in my toes, then up my legs and across my whole body as I came harder than I ever had. He held me close and continued kissing me as I wiggled and shook against him. I arched my back and flung my head back. 

I grabbed his face and started kissing him harder and harder. I leaned over and whispered into his ear. "That was amazing." He just held me and kissed me as I sat there on his lap, impaled on his monster. I looked down and saw the sweat pooling up between us. I started coming to my senses, when I realized he was completely bare inside me. I started thinking about when I was due to ovulate. I quickly got off of him.

He asked what was wrong, and I told him he was bare inside me and I could get pregnant. We both had gotten so worked up we had forgotten protection. I remembered I kept a condom in my purse in case my husband decided to take me spontaneously. I turned around and reached over the seat. 

I grabbed hold of my purse and started digging through it. I felt his hands on my bare ass, then his fingers trace their way down. His fingers felt so good as he pushed one, then two inside me. I started pushing back against his invading fingers. It was making it difficult to find anything. My eyes started to glaze over as I felt him start rubbing my clit with his thumb. I was about to cum again. I arched my back, grabbed the seats hard and pushed back onto his fingers. 

"Ffffuuuccckkkk!" I slumped forward onto the seat as he kept fingering me like that. I was going to go crazy. I wanted him back inside me so bad. I tried fumbling through my purse, but it was no use, he was going to make me cum again. I stopped looking and just let him continue rubbing me and fingering me. I looked down between my legs and could see his black finger rubbing my clit. It looked so hot and naughty. 

Finally I pushed back, defeated in my search for the condom. As I did, I felt his hands grab my hips and guide me to him. He raised me up a little, then I felt him guide his cock back to the opening to my pussy. I felt the tip press against me, and his hands pulling me down. I felt the pressure against me as my resolve and my muscles began to give way. I felt the tip of his cock stretch me open again as I started sliding down onto him. 

Once I bottomed out, I leaned back into him, turned my head, and started kissing him. I whispered how good he felt. And he told me I felt incredible. I then told him to please let me know before he came. That I would gladly swallow him, but he couldn't cum inside me. I promised next time he fucked me, he could cum in me all he wanted, but not right now. Just as I said that, I felt my pussy tighten up and an orgasm wracked my body. He just kept holding me as I convulsed and pressed my ass tight against his stomach. 

God Damn, that was three times. He must be magical I started to think. I raised myself off of him, and turned around to face him. I grabbed the base of his cock, slid my body along his, and placed the head back at the opening to my pussy. I was already stretched out and soaking wet. I slid down the entire length of his cock easily this time. I reached between us and felt the two inches still outside of me. I was determined to take all of him inside me. I started grinding down onto him, feeling the tip bump against me each time. I kept pushing down, looking into his eyes each time I would bottom out. 

I felt something give, and I felt my legs resting on his thighs. He took a deep breath, grabbed the back of my head and started kissing me. I felt his hand grab my back and he started pulling me into him. I would raise up a little then fall back down into him. His breathing started getting shallower as I felt another, even more powerful orgasm getting ready to rip through my body. 

I whispered to him, don't cum yet. I'm so close. Just wait another minute. He pulled me closer and asked in a very deep, almost animalistic way, "will you really get pregnant?" I felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I started picturing his cum inside me, passing through my cervix and into my womb searching out an egg. I started riding him even harder. I was so close to having the most fabulous orgasm of my life. I leaned into him, arching my back even more, feeling his hands gripping me even tighter, and whispered, "Yes, you will make me pregnant if you cum inside me. Do you want to send me home to my husband with a black baby inside me?" He grunted hard, and I felt a strange feeling wash over me.

I pictured his cock buried deep inside me, resting right against my cervix. I could see the tip of his cock opening and closing as it bumped against me. I imagined my egg inside my womb waiting for his potent black sperm to fertilize it. I stopped moving all together. I started kissing him hard, just feeling his cock inside me. I knew he was close, and so was I. 

I leaned over to his ear and whispered that I wanted to feel his cum inside me. I thought he was going to explode right then. I slowly raised myself completely off of his giant cock, then ran my fingers down to my mound. I inserted a finger deep inside me, and feeling what I was looking for hooked my finger on the ring of my diaphragm.

I started pulling on it and felt it dislodge from my cervix and start sliding out. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I felt like my head was spinning. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was so clear headed earlier when I inserted it in the bathroom. I had decided that I wanted to feel his cock inside me.

I even thought about lying to my husband if he changed his mind. Now I was going to do something irreversible. I know my husband had said many times for me to enjoy myself, and I had read all his stories he thought he had hidden from me on his computer. In almost every one of them, the wife ended up pregnant. I was hoping I wasn't reading too much into it, but yet, here I was about to take his bare cock into my fertile pussy. 

I felt it come out completely and gripping it between my thumb and forefinger, I held it up for him to see. I then turned around and bent over the seat. I quickly grabbed my phone as I felt his hands start to grab my ass. I turned back around just before he could stick his fingers inside me again. I didn't want to cum yet. I set the diaphragm on the seat next to us and quickly took a picture. Gary asked me what I was doing. I turned to him, kissed him on the lips and told him I was sending a picture of my diaphragm, my only means of protection, to my husband. I bit my lip as I hit send. 

I was still straddling Gary so I set the phone down, reached between my legs and grabbed his big hard cock. I asked if he was still turned on or if I had ruined the moment because he wasn't as hard as before. He laughed and said "Hell No!" I then started stroking his cock against my pussy, teasing him with the entrance.

I lifted up slightly, leaned in to him, and asked him if the thought still turned him on that I could now actually get pregnant if I put his cock back inside me. I was still holding his cock in my hand and felt it twitch a little. He then grabbed my hips, pulled me down towards his hard cock and just as I felt the tip penetrate my pussy he started kissing me. I felt his hands pulling my hips down even harder.

I felt the head of his cock pass my entrance as I let go of the base of his cock and I wrapped both my hands around the back of his neck. I felt his hands pulling my hips down as I felt even more of his cock slide deeper inside me. I started kissing him passionately as I felt myself bottom out. I lifted off of him, then thrust down harder onto his cock. 

I spread my legs a little farther apart as I started lowering myself down again. His fingers were gripping my hips hard. As I bottomed out, I felt the tip of his cock press against the back of my pussy again. This time I just stayed there for a minute feeling the tip of his cock inside me. 

I still had a little space between my legs and his, and I knew I still had a couple inches of his cock to take. I started grinding down and gyrating my hips slowly as I pressed down with a little more weight. I felt something give and gave out a little shriek. He was holding me close and asked if I was alright. I told him it hurt a little, but in a good way. He started relaxing his grip on me and I told him not to. I told him to grab me harder help me. He asked with what. I told him I wanted to feel his entire cock inside me. 

I felt his grip tighten up and I felt him thrust his hips up towards me. God the pain was incredible. I could feel every inch of cock I had in me. I started sliding up and down a little as he started thrusting upwards. The next stroke hurt even worse, but I wasn't about to give up. I slid up about half way on his cock, looked into his eyes, and leaned forward to kiss him as I sank down slowly on his cock. As I bottomed out, I felt the pain and his fingers digging into my sides. I moaned loud into his open mouth and dug my fingers into his shoulders. My eyes opened wide as I felt it.

Something opened up inside me. I felt his cock slide a little deeper inside me. I wasn't about to give up though. The pain was mixing with the pleasure. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. I didn't raise up at all, I just started circling my hips slightly. He asked if I was ok. I told him it hurt but felt good and I wanted more of him inside me. He grabbed my hips even harder as I started to push down again. The pain was starting to fade away as I felt his cock slide a little farther inside me. I kept steady pressure as I continued sliding down his hard cock. I let out a sigh of relief when I felt my thighs pressing against his. 

I flipped my hair to the side, then pressed my body completely against his. I reached around the back of his neck and pulled his face towards mine. I was inches from his face when I whispered to him that he was now completely inside me. That I had taken every inch of him. I kept us like that as I started sliding very slowly up and down his cock.

I was only moving an inch up and down, but I could feel every ridge and valley of his cock as it slid deep inside me. I could feel myself building up the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. I started sliding down harder and harder. His hands were wrapped around me and mine were wrapped around the back of his neck. 

I asked him if it felt good? He responded in a hoarse voice that it felt fantastic. I asked him if he liked being inside my bare, unprotected pussy? I heard him grunt and could barely make out a yes. I then slid all the way down and held his cock inside me. I stopped moving completely because I knew if I did I would cum. I was trying to prolong it as long as I could. I started squeezing my muscles a little bit. I felt his cock twitch. I asked if he had just cum? He said no, but he was close. I asked him if he still wanted to cum inside me now that he knew there was no barrier inside me. I felt his hands grip my sides, slide me up his cock and just stop. He said he was so close that if I were to slide down again, he would surely cum.




A Loving Wife In The Car



He took his hands off my hips and pulled me close to him. He started kissing me hard. I felt his tongue dart into my mouth. I felt the tip of his hard cock twitch again inside me. It was just at the opening of whatever gave way. I relaxed my legs and started feeling his cock slide ever so slowly back into the depths of me. 

As I bottomed out, he let out a deep growl from within his throat. I then felt his cock twitch inside me again. I said, "Cum baby, Cum for me, Cum inside me!" I felt his cock twitch again. I felt his hands run down my back and grab my hips and hold me tight against his body. I felt twitch after twitch run through his cock. He arched his back and thrust his pelvis towards me. I felt his cock penetrate me just a little deeper. 

He whispered, "I'm Cumming!" That was it. I grabbed his head and pulled it to me and kissed him deep as I felt wave after wave crash through my body. I could feel each pulse in his cock as I felt his sperm being pumped deep inside me. I couldn't even move. I just dug my nails into his shoulders as he held my hips tight. My head fell forward and rested on his shoulder as I felt his cock continue to pulse inside me. I knew what I had done. There was no turning back now. I even asked for it. I felt the final jet shoot from his cock. He just held me close as we both came down. 

I kept working my muscles around his cock, trying to keep him hard, but it wasn't working. We had been at it for an hour. He probably just unleashed a billion sperm inside me. No way was I getting out of this now. We finally broke our embrace. I kissed him some more as we sat there basking. He then looked at me and asked me if I was ok. I responded yes, but I shouldn't have done that. He said he wanted to see me again. I giggled and said' "you may not have a choice."

With that we both started dressing. He asked me to take off my panties. I slid them down my legs and handed them to him. He said this was to make sure we meet up again. I said, "I will get them back." I then grabbed my phone, switched on the camera and took a picture of him holding my thong up. I then flipped over to my husband's texts. I figured I would read them when I got home. I attached the pic to a message saying, "Thank you for letting me have fun! I love you and can't wait for you to get home." With that I sent the picture to him. I finished dressing and so did he. He opened the door. The parking lot was empty except for his car. He walked me to the driver's side, kissed me and handed me his phone number. 

I climbed up into the truck. I was feeling much better, and it was a short drive home. I drove home listening to the music as I felt his cum dripping out of my pussy. I thought about leaving the little puddle in the seat for when my husband gets home. Then I started thinking how would he handle this. It was one thing to be naughty and sleep with someone. It was a whole other thing to sleep with someone without any protection and come home pregnant. 

I parked the truck in the driveway and walked into the empty house. I immediately had to use the bathroom. As I sat down I grabbed my phone and read his messages. He was jacking off in each photo asking if I had really taken out my diaphragm. Then he asked if I was going to let him cum inside me without any protection. The last was his cum all over his belly. I responded that I had actually taken out the diaphragm while I was straddling him so he could see it. I then said it was late and I might answer the final question in the morning.

The next morning I woke up in my short black nightie and black panties. I started rubbing my belly, then down to the crotch of my panties. They were still wet. I started rubbing my clit through my panties thinking about the night before. I grabbed my phone with my other hand, aimed the camera at my crotch and sent my husband a good morning pic with a caption, "full of a billion little sperm with no protection, and yes, I am ovulating." I knew he would still be asleep so I started getting ready for work. 

After my shower I put on a black lace thong and matching bra, then a mid length dress and matching high heels. I lifted the dress up and sent my husband another good morning pic, then turned to the side, dropped the hem of my dress and sent him a side profile saying, It won't be long until I'm showing. With that I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. 

Just as I pulled into the parking lot my phone buzzed. I started trembling as I picked it up. It was a picture of my husband naked, laying in bed, stroking his massive erection. He just had a question... "Did you really do it the way we fantasize about when I am sliding that big hard black dildo deep inside your pussy as you cum, then reach down and pull your diaphragm out and tell me to make that dildo cum inside you telling me how bad you wish it was a real cock." The shaking went away. I responded, "is that what you really want?"

He just replied, "YES!" I told him to stroke his cock and send me a picture and I will respond. Before I knew it, I had a picture of him stroking his cock, his face grimacing, trying to hold in all the cum. I asked him, "how bad do you want to know?" He said "Very!"

I pulled the hem of my dress up so that I could see the outline of my pussy through the black thong, then took a picture of it. I started typing, "Yes baby! I was sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep inside me. I didn't think I could take all of him, but my insides gave way and he slid all the way inside me. Just before he came he pulled me up and warned me if I slide back down on him, he will cum. My legs were on autopilot as they spread all by themselves. I felt his cock slowly sliding deeper inside me, and just like he warned, when he bottomed out he started cumming. As soon as I felt his cum shoot inside me, I came harder than I ever have. It was 100 times more intense than when we are fantasizing about it with you shoving that dildo into me. I didn't think a cock could go that deep, but I had every inch of him inside me. If he didn't succeed last night, maybe he will tonight." With that I exited the car and started walking in to work.



A Loving Wife, Some One Else's!



This is a purely fictitious story but does closely represent a woman I have met and her fantasy of being another mans slut. We are both happily married to partners that let us swing from time to time so neither one us wants to blow what we have. We just want to play out a little fantasy some day! I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to vote! Feel free to drop me a line as well and let me know what you thought about it through the link below.

7:55 AM and I just dropped my wife Hanna off at the airport. Time to rush home shower and get ready for a visit from my sex slave Jane. Jane was to meet me at my house for an afternoon of sunbathing (AKA fucking outside by the pool). We had only met in person 2 other times, once as a couple where we all met and introduced our selves over dinner and a few drinks. We got along well but the sparks just weren’t there for all four of us. My wife Hanna is very picky and generally doesn’t like to play with anyone other than close friends.

Jane and I did however both recognize a familiar hint of attraction. Jan was petite and in shape just like I like them, and I stand 6’ 225 and solid as a rock, just like she likes. Nothing ever came of our first meeting but I did start chatting online with Jane from time to time and she was quite the little tease. We lived only 10 miles apart, potential danger! She would Tell me EXACTLY what she liked, wanted, and needed. She made no bones about it, she wanted to get fucked, and hard!

Being an all American guy, who was I to turn away a pussy in need. I told her I was moving my offices in a week and she could come by and play the office slut if she was up for a good fucking. Wanting to roll play, she quickly made an appointment as an aspiring reporter wanting to interview a local businessman. When the day finally came I was showered and ready for some raunchy sex. I had been reading porn stories all morning and was stroking my meet right to the edge but not cumming. I wanted to make sure I gave Jane a good load to remember me by.

Little did Jane know that I was prepared for our meeting as well. I was planning an interview for a different position that she knew. I brought the appropriate tools to interview a prospective sex slave; dildo, KY, etc. One tool I brought was basically a thick reusable rubber, I call it a cock cover. I use it to help me last longer and it makes my already 7 ½ inch cock, very thick. I have to use KY to get in to Hanna.

Jane arrived exactly on time at 10:30AM on my last day in my office. I watched her pull up and get out of her car wearing a trench coat and dark glasses, this woman was in disguise and ready for action. Little did I know how much action she wanted. I answered the door and let her in. She had a brief case and said she was here to interview me about a position I was advertising. Then she quickly opened her coat to reveal a short skirt, midriff top and heals. All accented by a dark South Florida tan.  I reached in to her coat and put my hand on her back and felt her warmth. I spun around so her back was against me and I started smelling her neck and, I wasn’t wasting anytime with the hardon I had all morning. I turned her head slightly and told her she was here to get fucked and I hope she had scheduled enough time for what I was going to give her.

I turned her head all the way around and kissed her for the first time while my hands continued to roam her body. I turned her body around to face me and held her tight. After a minute or two I broke our kiss and told her I had a surprise for her. I led her to my office in the back and removed her coat. She looked great and was playing her assets to the hilt (5’5” 115 Lbs., tight ass & hard abs). She asked if she was dressed well for the position and I told her that her position was on her knees and lowered her down with my hands on her shoulder. She played coy and said she didn’t know this was a job requirement. I told her she could hold my cock in her hand and lick it but that she couldn’t put it in her mouth. She showed a look of disappointment but quickly started slobbering all over it.

The game was that neither of our spouses knew we were meeting let alone fucking and we wanted to see if we could technically not cheat. My plan was not to let my exposed flesh enter her body, no blowjob, and no unwrapped cock in her pussy. Man this was going to be harder than I thought. Jane could only take a minute or two of cock licking before she started easing it in her mouth, a little at a time, first she said she only wanted the head in and that that wouldn’t be cheating. I told her OK but that was it, just the head. After another minute she was easing more and more down her throat and I had to pull her to her feet to get her to stop. As soon as I told her no and started pulling her up, she went for it and swallowed the entire thing and sucked like there was no tomorrow. It was all I could do to get this slut off my cock.

Once I got her to her feet and she wiped the saliva off her chin, she planted a kiss on me and told me she liked the first part of the interview and was looking forward to whatever came next. I told her I would only hire a woman with a good tasting pussy and she told me I was in luck, she was just the person for the job. I laid her back in my big soft office chair and picked her legs up onto my shoulder as I squatted on the floor. I grabbed her skirt and hike it up in one quick jerk. No panties, just as I had suspected. And very neatly shaved, very nice in deed. Nice tanned pussy, wet open lips just begging to be sucked. I dove right in!

Her pussy was very wet and ready. I hadn’t been with another woman since the last time my wife and I played a few years back so I was wanting this pussy in a bad way. Her lip were much fuller and larger than my wife’s. And every man knows how much fun a new pussy is to eat and fuck, this was just round one. I chewed and licked on her pussy for a good twenty minutes. She was begging for cock telling me how bad she needed it. By this point my cock was so hard I was afraid it would explode so I was more than ready to start pounding that pussy.

Now here is were Jane got her surprise. She had said she always wanted to fulfil her office sex fantasy but her husband wouldn’t ever go for it so she was here to fuck like a dog in heat and quickly got up and bent over my desk after removing her top and skirt. I told her I had a surprise for her but she couldn’t look, just relax, close her eyes and enjoy!

I walked over to my bag of goodies and pulled out my thick latex cock cover and put some KY on the inside and a touch on the outside. I stroked it a few time so it wouldn’t be so cold and told her she was about to get filled to the rim. She turned her head around and told me to just fuck her! So I put the monster head against her cunt and applied enough pressure for her to realize she was taking something a little bigger than she was used to.

I told her I had to be able to fuck her without actual skin to skin contact. Plus I wanted to stretch her cunt out and see just how bad she wanted it. As I got the head in she was starting to realize how big this was and she liked it! She told me to go slow at first until she could get used to it. I gave her 10 or so small strokes and had worked about half of its 8” length in. Now she was starting to gyrate her ass and push back against me, she was ready to fuck! I told her I was going to fuck her like the slut she was and started pounding her with long hard strokes. I was pounding her ass so hard that I was pushing her legs into the desk. She laid her body down on the desk and felt the contrast of her hot tits on the cold wood and she was loving it.

I pounded her pussy for almost thirty minutes before I told her I wanted to eat her stretched our pussy. I layed her back down in my chair and dove into her wet box. She was loving it. I reached over and grabbed another dildo out of the bag and stuffed it in her in one quick shove. I took my time and licked her lips as they protruded from beside the dildo. I was having a good time and giving my aching cock a little rest.

After eating her for another ten minutes or so, is was time for her to suck some real cock. I stood up and fed my meat to her waiting mouth and she did her best to get me off but I told her I was going to fuck her again before she left so she could taste it for a little while. After getting to close, I told her to bend back over the desk and prepare for her orgasm. She did as she was instructed and I started plowing back in to her with the giant condom. I glanced up at the clock while I was fucking her and realized that we had been fucking and sucking for an hour and a half and we both had other appointments to keep. I picked up the pace but was actually worried that I was leaving finger prints in her waist because I was holding her and pulling her so tightly. I was loving the sounds of her moans and the slap of her ass as I pounded her. It was getting me close to the edge and I prepared to release my load.

I looked down at her muscular back and realized she must be having an orgasm because every muscle in her body was flexed and she was gripping the table very tightly. She was cumming hard! I kept up my pace until I thought she was done and then pulled out and whipped her around and put her back on her knees. I told her I had been saving this load for her for 2 days and I was going to make her eat some cum. I pulled off the cock cover and shoved my still rock hard cock down her throat until I hit bottom let her go to town on me for a few minutes and then told her it was time for me to cum down her throat (something Hanna just doesn’t due any more). She pulled off and said she would swallow some but she wanted to feel it on her body first. So I grabbed my cock and started stroking it in her face. I told her she was about to get her first load and I let go the biggest load I had ever shot. It was HUGE! Two big thick shots of cum hit her on the chest and immediately started running down her. I kept stroking and told her to swallow the next load. She grabbed my cock and went right back to sucking as I shot several more loads in her mouth. She was taking it all and I was loving it. She sucked me for a good 2 minutes after I came, just savoring the taste and control she had.

I told her that we both needed to go so I quickly ran in to my bathroom and grabbed a few papertowls, a few for her to wipe up with and a few for me to wipe my body off. I was covered in sweat! I had gotten an almost 2 hour fuck fest and I worked hard for it. After we wiped up, we dressed quickly and made very little conversation other than the occasional “WOW, that was fun!”. We shook hands like professional business colleagues and we both ran out the door to our cars and sped off. Wow, that was fun!


I sped home and showered so I could go pick up my wife from her job and get on with our day. Man, I sure Hoped Hanna didn’t want any sex today, I was worn out! As luck would have it, I got my strength up and pounded her that night remembering how much good pussy I had today.

Now back to today; I just dropped off Hanna at the airport and got home. Now it is time to await my little sex slave. We haven’t seen each other since our last meeting. We have talked on the phone and online almost every other day, reliving, our fun and sharing other stories and fantasies! Jane made it clear that she loved her husband very much but he was so good and so nice that she needed a little extra roughness in her life. She wanted to be controlled, to be used, to be fucked and sucked like the true slut she is. So after talking about tanning at our house, the perfect opportunity had arrived. Hanna was gone, her kids were in school and the Sun was calling our names.

I will follow this story up after she arrives. We made arrangements to meet at my place for some naked fun by the pool. I am going to fuck her again, but this time she might be taking it up the ass! The Sun does crazy things to you once you’ve been out in the heat to long.

I can’t wait to right about our next adventure. After this one I am going to start arranging for her to fuck some other guys and women I know. I will introduce her to them as my personal little slut that I control. She will do whatever I tell her as long it doesn’t hurt. This is going to be a very fun relationship!



A Loving Wife's Birthday Present



She thought of his cock all day at work. The way it felt in her hand, the texture of the skin on his velvety sheath and how the head of his prick would bulge out of its tight circle of skin when she pulled his foreskin tightly down. 

Fidgeting in her chair, a passing co-worker remarked on her restlessness. 

Her cunt felt tight and twitchy and she could feel her lips sliding together, the friction providing an exquisite teasing sensation that provoked her further. Beneath the cotton of her t-shirt, her nipples were stiff and erect and although warm, she didn't dare take off her jacket because of her swollen aroused breasts. 

Anyone looking at her would clearly perceive the firm, hard outlines, their tips clearly aroused and at attention. Swollen and firm, they lifted and pushed out her blouse, begging to be licked and sucked. 

She would have liked bigger breasts. There was something innately erotic about large heavy breasts with their swelling abundance of soft sweet flesh, the nipples large and firm against the jiggling mounds. She liked natural breasts because of the way they hung. Although the ideal seemed to be the perfectly round, perfectly formed large globes of flesh which jutted impudently from a woman's chest, she found natural breasts with their softer, more globular shape more attractive. 

She loved the way heavy breasts allowed gravity to take its way, so that they hung slightly lower with heavy, soft undersides that begged to be lifted and sucked. She loved the sight of real cleavage, the way the folds of flesh from each breast hung against a woman's rib cage beckoned a hand to insert itself between, to push beneath where the big soft tit met the rib cage and lift up, filling and overflowing even a large hand.

She liked to fantasize about a faceless woman with big, luscious tits being available to her touch and feel. She would be as bad as a man in that way if that faceless, nameless woman was hers to manipulate. Most of all, she thought of having that girl to use as she would to increase his pleasure, to have another woman there with large, heavy breasts and a hot, tight juicy cunt to touch and feel and titillate. 

She closed her eyes and felt almost ill. She could not wait for the next day and his so unexpected birthday surprise!

It had been hard, almost impossible really to work up the courage to actually follow through. The idea came to her one night, when lying sweaty and satisfied, she had idly asked him to tell her one of his most desired fantasies. This was a game they had played before and with excellent results. 

"Sometimes." he said, "The reality is actually more exciting than the fantasy … like anal sex!" he said grinning at her.

"Other times, though, it is just simply that – a fantasy."

He confided then that since he was young, one of his most cherished fantasies, closely held, embellished and brought out again and again, was to have two women in his bed at once. 

"Not just for me to fuck." he explained, running a finger along the curve of her breast.

"But to see you touch another woman …" he trailed off and was quiet.

Turning on her elbow, she ran her hand down his body and to her delight, felt the flaccid cock hardening.

"Tell me more." she said eagerly, pulling gently at the burgeoning member.

And he did. And that is how she sat in work, unbelievably aroused anticipating the culmination of his most treasured dream.

* * * * *

"God, this is gorgeous!" he said reverently, giving around the lushly appointed room. A king size bed took up one side of the very large area. Set off to one side was a comfortable, welcoming grouping of a small couch and chair, both turned to face a gas fireplace. Flames, flickering and warm, sent tendrils of red, orange and the palest yellow, lending a glow to the deep rich maroon of the walls.

A small table with elegantly appointed legs stood near the large, curtained window. On it, were champagne, brandy and a beautifully presented tray of fruit and cheeses. Crystal goblets glistened in the reflected fire, sending facets of light to shine like diamonds against the rich array.

Turning to him, she moved into his arms, fastening her lips to his in a clinging, deep kiss, running her fingers down the planes of his back to his firm buttocks which she squeezed and molded. She felt almost faint with lust, which combined with the trepidation she was consumed with, was making her feel quite wild.

She felt his response immediately against her flat groin, as his cock began to harden. Pulling back, she dropped her bag, and grabbing his hand, had him sit in the comfortably appointed armchair. Laughing, he allowed himself to be placed.

Monique turned to the table where she expertly popped the champagne, laughing as the frothy liquid bubbled over. Filling a goblet she brought it to him.

Leaning over, Monique ensured that Rob had a good look down the deep v of her top that plunged between her small breasts, exposing the soft slopes which shifted and bulged out of the tight neck of her shirt. As she went to stand, he stopped her, his hand firm.

Taking his hand, he pushed his fingers between the sweet, soft valley between the firm breasts, running his fingers over the soft mounds beneath and pushing insistently under the soft wisp of bra that barely contained them. She stood quiescent, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of his warm fingers on her sensitive breasts. 

Then pulling his fingers, she kissed them, allowing one to trail between her soft lips where, closing her eyes, she suckled it. Then grinning as she heard him take in a deep breath, she moved away.

Putting on soft music, she returned and kneeling at his feet, fumbled at his fly. With eager fingers she unbuttoned first one button, then the other. Reaching inside, she pulled out his thick, semi-flaccid prick, running her fingers up and down its soft length, and pulling at the loose foreskin. Bending, she sucked his cock deep in her mouth, laving it with her tongue. She closed her eyes in ecstasy. 

She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth, the salty tang of his pre-come juice blended with the hint of urine and sweat together with the clean sweet scent of his soap.

Beneath her expert ministrations, Robs cock began to swell and harden. Monique choked slightly as it lengthened and pulled back slightly to get better suction on its length. Rob took his hand, tangling it in his wife's red curls and pulling her head close to his groin. He groaned as his wife's expert tongue ran thrillingly up and down the shaft, flicking into the slit at the top, lapping at the clear fluid that was starting to leak.

A knock on the door jolted the two of them from their fun. He quickly jerked his pants closed, disconcerted at the interruption.

Monique felt almost sick, breathless, excited and aroused and also quite worried. How would he take this? Garnering her courage, she stood and going to the door, opened it.

She was petite and well rounded with tousled blond hair and sleepy eyes. She wore a tight form fitting mini dress which clung lovingly to each curve, outlining the heavy breasts, small waist and flaring hips. 

"Candy?" Monique asked, then had to clear her throat as it came out as a croak.

"Yes, Monique?"

Monique nodded, her breath fast. 

The girl smiled and reaching for Monique's hand, squeezed it reassuringly.

"I'm here to take care of you both." she said smiling warmly.

Nodding, taking a deep breath, Monique took the girl's hand and brought her into the room.

Rob looked quizzically at her, questioning the intrusion into what was to be their time together. Smiling tentatively, she brought the girl to him. 

"Happy Birthday." she said. 

His eyes widened and he looked at her incredulously. She smiled, feeling more confident. Stroking the girl's soft hand, she introduced her:

"Hon, this is Candy. Candy is visiting us for the entire evening."

Candy smiled. She liked the look of this couple, the woman, nervous but already flushed, the incredulous husband. She obviously couldn't be too choosy when it came to picking her clients and usually was able to tolerate most kinds. This, however, was going to be a treat and not a real hardship. 

The woman was tall and lean, with really lovely legs and a great ass. The husband was remarkably nice looking with his short hair, athletic build and remarkably beautiful green eyes.

Realizing the couple was new to this type of thing, Candy realized she would have to take the initiative. She had noted the woman's eyes darting repeatedly to her breasts and correctly surmised that she was dying to touch them. 

Men, Candy knew, loved to watch two women together anyway. Although technically, she was "his" treat, she figured she would give him an eyeful first.

Turning to Monique, she took her hands and pulled her close. Reaching up, she threaded her fingers into the thick curly hair of her client, pulling her mouth down to her own. Their lips met, clinging and soft. She felt the taller woman tremble slightly, her resistance slight but marked. 

Candy took her hand and gently took Monique's hand in hers. She pulled back, her lips softly releasing the soft lips of her client. Watching her intently, Candy slowly pulled Monique's hand in into the deep v of her top, pushing it under one heavy breast.

Rob gasped as he watched Candy guide his wife's hand into her top and around the heavy globe of one large breast. 

Rubbing his prick, he surreptitiously unzipped, allowing the stiff cock to escape the confines of his pants. Grasping his prick, he began to lazily pull the skin and up down its hard length, enthralled as he watched his wife caress another woman's breasts. He was amused and aroused by the woman she had chosen for him — the complete opposite to his wife's own long, lean length.

Monique closed her eyes. She was trembling violently as almost of its own volition her hand convulsively grasped the heavy breast. She had wanted to touch another woman's breast for so long. The skin was velvet soft and warm, so rubbery and slippery and sweet and so heavy in her palm.  

She couldn't resist and gently squeezed the heavy flesh, then, sweetly, cupped the underside in her palm, weighing its bounty. Her blood felt heated and feverish. Helplessly, she ran her finger from the underside to the tip and delicately plucked at the thick nub of Candy's nipple. 

Taking the thin straps of the girl's dress, Monique slipped them down her shoulders. Obediently, Candy moved her arms so she could slip them off  She grinned. It hadn't taken much to get this woman going!

Monique grasped the top of the dress and pulled it down. She felt her cunt tighten as she saw the great breasts barely embraced by a wisp of a lace bra. They were very large, great pale mounds of tit flesh bulging from the white lace, the cleavage deep. Stepping back, she watched avidly as Candy straightened her shoulders, throwing the big heavy tits forward. 

"God, they're beautiful!" she breathed reverently, almost afraid to touch again.

"Touch them." Candy offered and pouting, cupped her sweet tits in her palms, their nipples flushed and impudent, offering them to the other woman.

Monique took a deep breath. She actually felt weak-kneed. Glancing to Rob she flushed even hotter as her eyes took in the sight of his hand grasping a very erect, very red cock. His eyes, burning and bright, met hers.

"Touch her tits." he said hoarsely, running slippery fingers up and down the length of his prick.

Monique reached out. Tentatively, then almost convulsively, her hands cupped the heavy breasts. She closed her eyes, savouring the feel of the sweet flesh in her hands. Gently, she squeezed the bulging globes, not wanting to hurt the girl.

Then releasing one, relishing the way it sagged back against the girl's chest, she began to squeeze and mold the other, closing her eyes as she savoured the soft skin, the jiggling warmth. Impatiently, she reached behind the girl's back and undid the clasp of her bra.

Released from their prison, the girl's large tits flopped out enticingly, jiggling as the pressure of the bra was removed. Her nipples were a pale brown and very large, with stiff, dark tips. Moving to the front of the girl, but slightly to the side so she wouldn't impede Rob's vision, she filled her hands with one heavy breast, running her fingers over the burgeoning flesh and then to, the tip, where she carefully felt the nipple, liking the hard spongy texture and finding it both strange and exciting to actually be feeling another woman's breast. She glanced at him and felt her groin grow heavy as she saw his beloved cock, flushed and stiff, protruding from his pants.

She had an overwhelming need to suckle that breast. She looked yearningly at it, literally salivating at the thought of sucking that big nipple between her lips.

"Go ahead." Candy said.

"Pardon?"

"You want to suck it, don't you?" Candy asked, a smile crooking the sweet line of her large mouth.

"Go ahead. I really don't mind!"

Monique looked to Rob 

"Suck her tit – she wants you to." he said.

"Come on! I want to see you do it!"

Monique took a deep breath. Then resolved, she brought the girl closer, then, pushing her back a bit, carefully cupped a big breast and leaning, touched the tip of her tongue to the brown nipple, laving it gently. Candy sighed, closing her eyes. She loved having her breasts suckled but realized the woman would need help. Cupping the back of Monique's head, she pushed the dark tip of her nipple further in to the warm mouth, filling it with sweet breast flesh. 

Rob groaned as he saw his wife suck in the hard stiff nipple of the other woman. Candy held her breast firmly, pushing it firmly into his wife's mouth. Monique's hand came up and began to squeeze and fondle the other dangling breast, pinching the nipple gently, and relishing the feel of its heavy bounty. After a few minutes, she allowed the breast she had to fall, and the nipple popped out of her eager lips with an audible sound. Reaching down, she eagerly cupped the other breast, bringing the tip to her mouth.

Rob's hand rubbed his straining cock rapidly, then slowed down. He didn't want to come too soon. Glancing down, he used his fingers to rub the juice oozing out of the tip of his thick red prick all over, laving it up and down and providing a delicious friction.

Monique closed her eyes, relishing the feel of a fantasy come alive. She had wanted to touch another woman's breasts for so long and realized that her "surprise" for her husband was more than likely a "surprise" for herself as well. 

Releasing the younger girl's sweet breast, she turned to her husband.

Taking Candy's hand, she led her over.

Gently, her hand in the small of her back she pushed her slightly, cupping one heavy breast with her other hand. Sweetly, aroused and flushed, she offered the dark brown erect tip of the girl's nipple to her husband's lips. Opening his mouth, he gently sucked in the tip, groaning slightly.

Taking the girl's hands she had her cup her own breast. Then, moving aside, Monique quickly stripped off her dress. Beneath she had a lace filled merry widow. Her own small breasts were compressed and squeezed together by the tightly laced bodice, their nipples pushed up and out to give easy access. Her narrow waist was enclosed by the satin ribbing while below, the lips of her shaved cunt were naked, framed by the garter belt and white stockings. 

The lips of her cunt glistened with her arousal and she could even feel the juice dripping down the soft plane of her inner thighs.

Monique gently pulled Candy's breast from her husband's suckling mouth. Smiling, she pulled the girl's dress down her narrow waist, tugging it over the fill flare of her hips and getting her to step out of it. The girl was wearing a black lace thong, the narrow triangle of material in the front barely enclosing her plump mound, pale brown curly hair escaping from around the edges. 

Monique took the girl and had her pirouette, allowing D to get a good look at the girl, her heavy swollen breasts with their luscious sag, the small waist and flaring hips and the plump inviting mound at the apex of her thighs.

Turning the girl, she showed him the girl's plump swelling ass, the narrow band of the thong emerging from the heart shaped cheeks of her ass, invisible between its round, inviting cheeks. Pushing the girl to bend, she took the thin line of the thong, pulling it to one side. She saw him gasp as she pushed the girl's thighs wider so he could get a really good look at the exposed cunt. Even with her thighs somewhat spread, the lips of the girl's cunt were tight and slender, lightly furred with pale dark hair. Her asshole was a tight pink rosebud while below her cunt hole looked impossibly small and virgin. Some love juice was dewing the girl's nether hair, causing her cunt to glisten in the subdued lighting. Her long slit was beautifully outlined by the hair which lightly furred it. 

Carefully, Monique tugged the thong down and off. Holding it to her nose, she licked the wet strip of material delicately, breathing in the smell, then taking it, brought it to his nose. He breathed deeply, smelling this woman's cunt then like her, licked it so that he could taste the clean, astringent taste of her cunt.

Candy's cunt was just a foot from his gaze when Monique took her fingers and delicately grasped the slender, tight cunt lips. Pulling them apart she made sure he had a good view of what she revealed.

Monique's own cunt was on fire now. She could not believe she was actually fingering another woman's cunt, touching her intimately, pulling her cunt lips open for her husband. The girl's inner lips were a coffee colour, delectable and soft. Pulling the sweet cunt wider, she was able to see the girl's clit, which was already erect and distended. 

She was a little shocked to see it was quite large, almost like another nipple. Reaching forward with a finger, she flicked it lightly and was encouraged as the girl groaned. She kept it up for several minutes, feeling her fingers grow wet as slippery juice began to slide out of the tight pink cunt hole, dewing the lips and making it difficult to keep her grasp on them. 

Though fascinated, she kept glancing at him to make sure he was enjoying this and that he was happy with the way she was offering him this other girl. 

His prick was incredibly distended, its purple head completely revealed, glistening and dripping with pre-come juice. A thick, slick squishing sound could be heard as he rubbed his hand up and down its long thick length.

Thus encouraged, she let the cunt lips go, but swollen now, they remained somewhat distended, the inner lips starting to swell from between, the big juicy clit now glaringly obvious as it stuck out a good half inch between. Monique's own clit was tiny so this was a novel and provoking experience. 

She literally felt limp with lust. Unable to resist, Monique took one finger and brought it to the tight cunt hole, gently pushing it in. Surprisingly, it slid in with no effort, right to the first knuckle, the hot folds sucking her finger and enfolding around it. 

Slowly, she fucked her finger in and out of Candy's cunt, loving the way its pale whiteness disappeared into the hot flushed depths. The girl's cunt seemed to swell even further and without thinking she began to push another finger in, until three of her fingers, stiff and demanding, fucked in and out of the hot juicy hole.

Pulling out her glistening fingers, Monique tentatively touched the tight furled bud of Candy's ass. The girl jumped slightly, then turned her head to grin … her heavy breasts swinging as she did so. Pushing back, she actually pushed that sweet tight asshole right down on Monique's finger. Monique gasped.




A Loving Wife's Birthday Present



In the chair, Rob grasped the base of his straining cock. Watching his wife finger fuck the girl was erotic enough but now, watching that long slender finger appear and disappear in another woman's tight asshole was making the cum rise way too quickly. 

Squeezing at the base, he closed his eyes and through sheer determination forced his orgasm down. The slit at the tip of his swollen cock was literally weeping; clear viscous fluid streamed in sticky strands, catching on his fingers and running in rivulets down his palm.

Monique couldn't wait any longer; she felt on fire, and rivulets of her own arousal were making their way down her taut thighs. Taking the girl she led her to the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. 

Monique couldn't resist reaching beneath and squeezing the heavy dangling breasts, their nipples almost grazing the bedspread, even slapping them lightly so that they jiggled even more enticingly. Then happy with the girl's positioning, she went to her husband and took his hand, tugging him to his present.

She positioned him right behind the girl, his distended prick pointing to the luscious cunt, then unbuttoning the rest of his fly, she pulled his pants down so his balls hung free and his entire cock was available. Taking the stiff beloved cock in her fingers she bent and couldn't resist sucking it into her mouth for a moment, savouring the heavy length of it in her mouth, lapping at the drooling spongy head. 

Rob held back, looking at her enquiringly. He loved this woman and as hard as it was not to sink himself right into that luscious cunt, he held onto his self-restraint. 

Monique smiled. Reaching up, she lovingly caressed his face.

"I WANT you to fuck her." she whispered.

"I want to see that beautiful cock of yours fucking in and out of her cunt. I really do!"

Then eagerly, she grasped it in her fingers and positioned it at the mouth of the girl's cunt. She used her own fingers to push just the head of his cock into the juicy hole, holding her breath as she saw the thick purple head push in.

Sighing Rob pushed his hips forward and sank the stiff length of his prick into the tight red hole, groaning as he felt his prick enveloped in the luscious folds of Candy's cunt. Reaching to his wife, he fumbled impatiently between her' legs, and without 'any preliminaries, sank three fingers up to the knuckle into her hot juicy cunt. 

Gathering himself he began pumping his cock in and out of the sleek cunt, at the same time pumping his fingers in and out of his wife' hole.

Monique's breathing was ragged as she moved her hips closer, the better to feel the stiff fingers. Her eyes were glued to the erotic sight of her husband's stiff, moist prick pumping into and out of a tight, hot cunt. 

The girl's cunt lips seemed to cling to the hard shaft as he pulled it out, leaving a glistening residue on its stiff pink length and she grunted each time he thrust its length back up. Monique had to be closer. 

Pulling Rob's fingers out of her soaking pussy, she dropped to her knees, her eyes inches from where his prick pushed in and out of the luscious hole. Without conscious volition, her pink tongue came out and licked her lips, then pushing her head forward she began to lap at the shaft of his cock each time he pulled it out.

Rob groaned. Candy's cunt was hot and wet, enfolding his cock in a sweet tight vice. His wife's tongue flicking at the shaft as he pulled it out was almost unbearably good.

Monique groaned as the taste of his cock. It tasted incredibly wonderful, its own familiar taste overlaid with the clean astringent juice that was now pouring out of the girl's cunt. 

She heard his breathing quicken as he watched his cock pumping in and out of a strange cunt, relishing the feel of his wife's pink tongue licking and sucking him as he did so.

Monique snaked her hand between his legs, feeling how tight his balls were, pulled tight up to his groin and sensing he was getting ready to spew his delicious come right up. Her other hand snaked between her own thighs, and almost frantically, she began rubbing her distended clit. 

Lost, she pushed her face into the conjoined members, tongue lapping the sweet swollen length of cock and then caressing the soft folds of Candy's vagina. 

Rob almost expired as he watched his wife licking the girl's distended swollen lips. He could see her pink tongue lapping at the glistening juice that bedewed that beautiful pussy. Pumping harder, he fucked deeply into the girl's cunt.

From deep within Rob felt his orgasm gathering. Looking down he felt like he was literally going to explode – watching his wife nuzzling and licking both the swollen cock and clinging lips of this stranger's cunt.

Grasping Candy's soft hips, he began ramming into her cunt. Monique's fingers flicked the sweet, tight balls that were now almost pulled up entirely into his groin, running a nail along the vein that ran between his thighs. 

She heard him groan, and suddenly, shoving his cock up as far up as it would go, his prick began spasming, spewing a torrent of hot cum into the hot cavern of the girl's cunt, shoving, pushing as much and as far as he could go. His hips bucked as he tried to bury his spewing cock as deep within that sweet hole as possible.

Monique felt his cock begin to jerk and spurt, the hot liquid come jetting from the tip of his cock deep inside. The girl suddenly groaned and pushed her hips back against him and he felt the tight muscles enveloping his cock suddenly contract and then throb and he realized she was coming. 

His wife, kneeling beside, her tongue working frantically to lick and suck anything she could, also groaned as she felt her husband's cock emptying and the answering throbs of the girl's cunt.

Desperate for her own release, she suddenly stood up and scrambling onto the bed in front of the girl, lay on her back and spread her thighs as wide as they would go. Grasping the girl's head, she thrust it between her thighs onto the hot, glistening cunt. 

The girl's pink tongue came out and began flicking at the swollen lips. Burying her nose and mouth in the gaping lips, she began to frantically lick and suck it. 

Rob, his cock, incredibly having just released its load began to harden in the hot cunt which held it. He watched, feeling sick with arousal as his wife was thoroughly licked and sucked and he began to push in and out of the now soaking wet, slick cunt of the girl yet again. 

He saw his wife's eyes glaze over and her hips begin that sexy, erotic dance he knew so well. Her long slender legs suddenly closed over the girl's head, pulling it closer as Candy sucked eagerly at the offered cunt. Monique's hips almost came off the bed and suddenly she gave a deep groan. He watched her legs tighten and her hips began to buck, and her sweet groans made his prick tighten almost painfully.  

He knew the girl's mouth was glued to the hot juicy lips of his wife's cunt, barely able to hold on as her hips jerked and bucked under the force of her orgasm. Unable to help himself, he felt his prick spasm and he incredibly began to come again.

His cock jerked and a thin dribble of sperm jetted out the spongy tip deep inside the girl's hole. He held Candy's hips really tight against him, his eyes never leaving the sight of his wife being eaten by a woman, and felt as though his insides were being expelled from the hot, stiff tip of his prick.

It seemed like forever but he saw the long slender legs of his wife release their stranglehold and the girl lifted her head. Pulling away, he watched as his prick slid out of the hot cunt, semi-flaccid and covered in a mingled mix of sperm and cunt juice. 

Moving to the bed he lay down and gathered his wife in his arms, then reaching up, he patted the girl's face and gave her a grateful kiss before turning to his wife and engaging her in a deep passionate embrace.

Getting up, the girl quietly dressed and as they lay embraced and exhausted, they heard the door quietly close.

Monique turned to him, face relaxed and content. 

"Was that a nice surprise?" she asked sleepily.

"Best ever." he said, grinning and running a possessive hand along her flank, settled in for a well deserved nap.