15 comments/ 42111 views/ 4 favorites A Slippery Slope By: BreastCase Andrea had been away for a week. She was in Toronto visiting her family during her summer break but I had to work. We spoke each morning and every night; it was mostly the same. Talking about how each of our days had been and how we missed each other. Then, yesterday she admitted that she was extremely horny and really wanted me. She had been so horny that she had masturbated a little but then felt awkward about it since I wasn't around to enjoy it. I told her to do what she had to and she accepted that. Andrea is a little shorter than me, about 5'8" and a little on the plump side but not overly so, although she certainly thinks she is. She is a brunette with natural red hi-lights. Her best feature various depending on my mood; being either her DDD-sized breasts or her amazing ass. All she has to do is slightly flaunt one and I am horny and ready to go. The truth is, I had been masturbating every day imagining all sorts of "trouble" that she could get herself into out there without me around, knowing that she wouldn't even show an excessive amount of cleavage let alone do anything naughty. The call had ended shortly after that as she headed off to bed and I proceeded to masturbate, imagining her masturbating and getting caught by her sister, or even better, by her sister's boyfriend. The next morning she admitted that she had masturbated and came (of course, no one caught her), but that it hadn't helped; in fact, she was hornier than before. I jokingly replied that maybe I should e-mail her some photos of my erection to get her even more worked up. Surprisingly, she didn't object so I decided to go a head and do it right then and there while she was on the phone. When she saw the pictures, she started masturbating again with me on the phone and I joined in. Very quickly we both came and I said I better go to clean up and get to work. She bade me goodbye by telling me that she wanted me so bad she could barely stand it. I reminded her that she had another week to go and to have a good day. My mind wasn't on work much that day, I was too distracted thinking about Andrea masturbating to pictures of my erection. When I got home I found a message on the machine from Andrea asking me to call her as soon as I got in. I called her quickly since her voice didn't sound quite right. When she got on the phone she was very subdued and she told me she had something that she had to admit. "What is it honey?" I asked. "Please don't hate me, " she plead. I could nearly hear tears in her voice. "Why would I hate you?" "I've done something really horrible." "What?" "Will you promise not to hate me?" "Of course I won't hate you, just tell me what it is." "I can't, you'll hate me forever." Knowing that it couldn't be anything that horrible I decided to push her a little. "If it is that bad, don't you think I deserve to have you tell me?" "I ... I ... I cheated on you. Don't hate me, please." "You what? When? With who?" "I had sex, today, with Chris." "How did it happen?" I asked in stunned disbelief. I wasn't angry or even upset, I was too surprised. I never expected that Andrea would cheat on me. I have to admit, I was also a little turned on. "Well this morning after we got on the phone I still had the pictures up and was looking at them when Katheryn came in. I tried to quickly close them but she caught me and stopped me. She looked at them as I tried to get them closed. Then I noticed that she was rubbing herself a little. I yelled at her, saying that you're my husband. She said it didn't matter, that I could see Trev if I wanted. She told me to go to her room right now as he was getting changed. I figured turn about was fair play and I didn't think you would mind me looking as you have said before that it wouldn't bother you." "True, that doesn't bother me." "So I walked in and Trev was standing there naked. He was exactly in the middle of changing. I stopped and stared. He had a nice dick. He also stopped and we stood in awkward silence for a few moments, until he started to get a little erect. Then I stammered an apology and he tried to cover up as I backed out of the room, looking for as long as possible. Once I closed the door I could feel that I was dripping wet and I rubbed a bit. When I got back to the computer, Katheryn had your pictures open again. I told her to stop and I closed them and then logged out of my e-mail." Andrea paused here. "Go on," I prompted. "After a few minutes, we started discussing your and Trevor's dicks. She admitted that prior to seeing the pictures of your penis, she hadn't seen anyone's except Trev's. She said it had made her wet. I admitted the same about seeing Trevor's. She then decided to go back to her room, I think to do it with Trevor, and left me alone. I started to masturbate again as I was extremely horny, both from seeing Trevor's dick, and I have to admit, a bit from Katheryn seeing pictures of yours." "You enjoyed your sister seeing my penis?" "Yes, don't tease me about it, I feel bad enough as is." "I'm not teasing, I just would not have expected that to turn you on." "Well it did. Anyway, I came again but still no relief. Later, when I saw Katheryn and Trevor, we pretended like nothing had happened but I couldn't stop thinking about his penis and I think he stayed partly erect the entire time he was around. They went out a little while later, just after mom got home. Chris and his mom, old family friends, were supposed to come over for a visit this afternoon but Margarite wasn't feeling well so Chris came on his own. Mom decided to let us visit and she went out to run some errands. While we were sitting talking, I started to wonder what his dick looked like. Eventually he noticed that I was distracted and asked why. At first I wouldn't tell him but finally I told him I had walked in on Trevor naked and told him that other than you, that was the only time I had seen a man's dick, and it was just for a few seconds. He then asked if I wanted to see his and I responded yes without thinking. I tried to take it back but he stood up and said that I had to undo his pants. I tried not to but he talked me into it. Soon he was standing there naked from the waist down and he had a fairly solid erection. I immediately started to get wet, even worse that that morning because it was right in front of me and I could examine it plus Chris was more erect than Trevor had been. Chris asked what I thought and I said I liked it but I wish it was more erect. He told me to stand up and I did. Next thing I knew he grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. His penis immediately responded as my breasts, in my bra, came into view. I objected but he said that I had wanted it erect. He then told me to remove my bra. I did and as my breasts were totally exposed he rose to full attention. He then started fondling my breasts. I didn't even object since I was so horny, I just started playing with his dick." She paused but I chose to remain silent so as not to stop her since she was on a roll telling me the story. At this point I was fully at attention too and was slowing playing with myself. "He bent down and began to suck my nipples. It felt so wonderful I didn't even notice that he had undone my pants and I spread my legs as he pulled them down. He then started to rub me through my soaking g-string. All I remember next is I was laying on the couch and he was between my legs. He rested his erection against me and slowly slid in. After what felt like hours I came and I finally began to feel relief. He came as soon as my orgasm slowed and then I realized what I had done. I tried to get him off but he stayed put and continued to fondle my breasts. He only stopped when I told him my mom would be home soon. He got dressed and left. I then called and left the message for you. I am so sorry." "Why are you sorry?" "For cheating on you," she responded in a slightly confused tone. "Did you do this because you love him?" "No, I was just really horny and couldn't control myself." "Then you didn't cheat on me, you just had sex. You didn't make love." "You're not mad?" "No, in fact, I'm quite aroused. I like the idea that you were so horny that you couldn't control yourself and I loved hearing about you having sex." "What?" she asked in stark surprise. "Yeah. In fact, I was masturbating while you told the story and I came when you got to the point of you two coming in the story." "You're really not mad? You don't hate me?" "No. I think it's fine that you had sex because you were too horny and masturbating wasn't helping. I would have preferred if I had known first that you were going to but I am fine with it. You didn't lie to me or try to hide it, that is what would have made me mad." "So you're okay with me having sex with other people?" "Well it depends what you mean by other people. I don't want you going out and having sex with any guy you can find but with select people is okay. As long as you still love me and still want to have sex with me when you can, I don't see a problem with it. As I said, I actually like it." "So if I wanted to have sex with Chris again, you would be okay with it?" "Yes, as long as you tell me about it after." "You're dirty." "Yes." "Okay, well I might then. Anyway, I need to go to bed. I love you." "Love you too sweetie. Have fun." "I will," she replied with a twinkle in her voice. A Slippery Slope Ch. 01 (Author's note - Please vote, as it will motivate me to finish the second chapter) * * * Me and Carrie were typical high school sweethearts, and we were from a town where high school sweethearts were typical. What wasn't so typical was that we kept on dating even after she went away to college. Four years of nothing but vacations and a handful of weekends, and she managed to stay faithful to me. At least, that's what I thought. Not that I did much thinking when I got my hands on her. Every time we met up all the nights I'd spent alone kind of got their revenge. Even though she always dressed like a priss, hell, even though I thought she was a priss, when I got her alone I treated her like a whore. She was built for it, too. Beneath her high buttoned blouses and beige sweaters she had perfect 38Cs, plump and pink nippled and as suckable as sin. Beneath her baggy jeans she had an ass too match, too, as white as snow but as fat as a niggers. Hey, don't look so shocked. You know what I mean. She did too, the slut. I used to spank her just to hear her squeal, and to hear her you'd have thought that I'd caught her by all ten toes. Good times. Thing about those vacations was that I'd have so much pent up, unfulfilled, green eyed and sharp horned lust that I'd just about rape her. She loved it, too. Oh sure she'd struggle sometimes, act like she was trying to get away, but I knew she loved it. Like the man said, you can't call it rape if you make her cum. And she did that alright, time and time again, even with tears of shame running down her face. See, the other thing about Carrie, was that she loved to hear about all the other girls I'd fucked when she'd been away. She'd get me to tell her all about them; what we'd done, and when, and how often, and all the time she'd be getting wetter and wetter. What really got her hot was when I told her that I hadn't washed my dick since. Or that the other girl had been laughing about how dumb she was not to know her fiancée was screwing around. What can I say? Chicks are crazy. So, like I said, we stuck together through her college days. After that, she got a job in the city and I thought, hey, whatever. It wasn't as though I was particularly attached to the lousy car dealership where I supposed to be working anyway. A month later we were married and moving into our knew apartment, a thousand miles from home. Carrie had her new job, working as an assistant to an attorney called Mr. Lopez, and I kind of found myself relaxing between employers.. Well, fuck it. Her old man was rich enough to pay for a good looking son for his dowdy daughter. Sorry to break it to you but Carrie, although possessing world class tits and ass ( and the sweetest pussy a man could ask for) was no beauty queen. Think Velma out of Scooby Doo, is what I mean to say. Anyway, she got me, I got a free ride, and her old man got rid of his daughter. Everyone was a winner. Then, about two months after we'd got married, and about three weeks after she'd started working, the whole basis of our relationship just kind of . . . well, I don't know. It all began when she decided to change the way she dressed. First of all, she stopped wearing those baggy old jumpers. Instead she bought a whole lot of tops. Maybe you know the ones I mean; I don't know what you call 'em, but they're made of stretch cotton, and they're as thin as paint. They're tight too, tight enough to show every bounce of a girls tits. And, as she also stopped wearing bras, Carrie's sure did bounce, wobbling away back and forth above the bulge of her tummy. Maybe being braless was what kept the her nipples looking so permanently hard. They pressed out against the material, offering themselves up to the world as if ripe for suckling. Hell, when she wore white, you could even see the outlines of her aureoles, a pink blush beneath the lick of cotton. Her jeans went, too. In their place she started wearing thin cotton skirts, knee length and floral print. Compared to her new choice of top they were almost conservative. At least, they should have been. The problem was that her ass was so fat that it swelled out, pressing against the cotton so that when she walked every flex and ripple was revealed. Even when she was standing still the groove that ran down between the bulge of her cheeks was as deep and dark as the slot of a credit card reader. Sometimes I wondered if the seams on these skirts weren't just gonna up and split apart as they struggled to contain her huge hips and pendulous buttocks. I asked her about these new outfits a couple of times, but she told me that she just wanted to dress like the other girls in her office. To be fashionable for a change. Even now I can't believe that I was dumb enough to believe her. I mean, what an idiot, right? But I did believe her. I would have carried on believing her too, if the air conditioning in her car hadn't gone on the fritz. See, usually as soon as she got home from the office she went straight into the bathroom to shower and change. That day, though, she'd spent so long dehydrating in the summer traffic that she went to the fridge instead, started rummaging around for something cold to drink. Well, the sight of her bent over, that fat ass of hers offered up to me through the straining fabric of her skirt, was just too tempting. I crept up behind her, slid my hand up her thighs, and squeezed between her legs. For a second I got that weird 'what's wrong with this picture' feeling. Then, as surprised as she'd been when I'd grabbed her, I got it. 'Hey!' I said, my fingers still pressed against the slick lips of her pussy.'Hey, you're not wearing any panties.' 'No.' She agreed, turning back to look at me and closing her legs tighter against my hand. 'I don't wear panties to work anymore.' For some reason the admission sent my heart racing with sudden excitement. I slipped my middle finger into the dampness between her legs, realizing for the first time just how sopping wet she was. Even the insides of her thighs were slicked with juices. 'Why?' I asked, my cock nudging against my zip as I explored her further. 'Because.' Carrie said, with slow deliberation. 'Mr. Lopez told me not too wear them anymore.' Our eyes locked, hers mocking, mine uncertain. ' Mr. Lopez . . .?' I pictured the fat old bean counter telling my wife not to wear panties. I pictured her sliding them off in mute acquiescence. Incredibly, the image made my cock swell even more. 'Why did he tell you to do that?' 'Because.' She said, speaking slowly as she squeezed my hand between her slippery thighs 'He likes to be able to bend me over and stick his cock into me whenever he feels like it.' 'Bullshit.' I said, although I had a sudden, shocking suspicion that it wasn't. After all, if not for the fact that it had been greased by another man, why else would my wife's pussy be so dripping wet? Jealousy twisted in my stomach, but it did nothing to diminish my erection. Far from it. Face burning I pressed my finger deeper into her liquid heat. 'He's been fucking me ever since I started working there.' She said, grinding herself against my hand. 'The first time he pinned me down and forced me. But after that I started to let him. I love to feel his cock inside of me.' She licked her lips.'It's so big.' 'You're lying.' I said. But I didn't think that she was. Even as we spoke, the proof of her unfaithfulness was trickling out between my fingers and leaking down her legs. 'Fine.' She said, straightening up and releasing my hand from between her thighs.'Come into the living room and I'll show you.' Silently, disorientated by her revelation and even more so by the effect it was having on me, I licked my fingers and followed her into the TV room. Carrie drew the blinds then went and sat on the sofa. She opened her legs slowly, and the hem of her dress rode up to reveal pale skin. 'Come here.' She commanded, her voice steady with an unusual confidence. I obeyed, following the compass point of my cock to stand between her spreading legs. 'Kneel down.' Scarcely believing that this was real I sank to my knees, unbuttoning my pants as I did so. Carrie smiled mockingly as I unzipped, and opened her legs a little wider. Then she pulled the hem of her skirt all the way up to her belly, and said: 'See?' And I did see. The insides of her thighs, as smooth and fat as cream, glistened beneath a pearly coating of semen. She must have been rubbing her legs together all the way home, smearing the cum between her thighs as she drove. I leaned forward, my hands opening her knees even wider, and my gaze slid past her slimed skin to the dark thatch of her pussy. It was tangled and sodden, the curls blackly oiled with sex. 'Look closer.' She sneered and, reaching down, pulled the hood of her vagina up. Her lips stretched and I watched spellbound as my wife's pussy drooled with another man's cum. Chuckling at my expression she rolled her hips forward, squeezing some of the mess out of her. It slid slowly down towards the dimple of her anus. 'Believe me now?' She asked, voice heavy with sarcasm. I tried to speak, but my throat was too tight. I nodded instead. 'Good.' She said, that weird confidence in her voice again.' Because you have to make a decision. You can decide to leave, in which case you can leave now. After all, I pay all the bills.' One of her hands stroked my hair, then grabbed it and pulled it back so that I was forced to look at her face instead of her pussy. She was smiling, although whether with lust or contempt I couldn't tell. 'Or you can decide to stay. But if you do you'll have be my slut just like I used to be your slut at college. You'll have to share me with Mr. Lopez, and with other men, too, just like I used to have to share you. You'll also have to fuck me in whatever way I chose.' I thought about it. Or rather, I didn't think about it at all. Instead I groveled between her legs, almost unbearably aroused by the utter humiliation of what she was proposing. For the first time I realized just how she'd felt during all those college vacations. 'Well?' She tugged impatiently at my hair. 'I'll stay.' I whispered hoarsely, and looked hungrily back towards the slickness between her legs. She laughed as she saw the direction of my gaze, and wriggled her hips invitingly. 'I can see this is gonna work out just fine.' She said, and pulled my unresisting head towards her crotch. 'Now be a good boy and lick me clean.' I hesitated, but now that the tables had been turned my young wife wasn't to be denied. She wrapped her sticky thighs around my cheeks and pulled me forward by my hair, pressing the fat cushion of her crotch against my mouth. As if to hide my shame I buried my face deep within the sodden thatch of her pussy. Then I slid my tongue between her lips, and began to lick. I couldn't believe how much cum one man had been able to pump into her. Licking became slurping as she pulled her legs back, eager to give me better access. Whimpering with lust I vacuumed her clean, sucking down mouthfuls of cum and pussy juice as my tongue burrowed up inside of her, hungry for more. Content with my enthusiasm Carrie let go of my hair and used her hands to pull her knees up to her shoulders. Her heavy buttocks spread as she did so, and I rolled her back to follow the dribble of cum that had slid down to her anus. 'ooooooooo yessss.' She hissed as I licked between her cheeks. Then I slipped the tip of my tongue into the tightness of her ring. 'oooooooo yessss.' Carrie began to twitch as her orgasm approached. I slid my well lubricated face back up to the plumpness of her pussy, parting her lips and suckling on the engorged nub of her clitoris. 'ooooooooo yessssssssssssssssssssssss.' She wrapped her legs back around my head and rode my face, the stew of cum, saliva and pussy juice smearing between us. A moment later her legs slid from my shoulders and she fell back onto the sofa, eyes closed with contentment. 'mm, what about me?' I asked. 'What about you?' 'I still haven't cum.' Carrie hesitated, then opened one eye to look at me. 'OK,' She decided, laying further back and draping one of her legs over the back of the sofa. ' As you've been good you can cum in me too.' A second later and I had plunged into her, my cock sliding into the wet mess of my wife's well fucked pussy as easily as a carrot into a bucket of glue. I lasted for, oh, all of three strokes before I came. 'Happy?' She asked. 'Yes.' I said as I rolled off of her. But that was only the beginning.