29 comments/ 27229 views/ 1 favorites Weekend Visitor By: doverKink37058 This story picks up some time after the Talk with the Wife series. ---------------------------- Several weeks had past and sex between Rhonda and I had picked up in frequency. Still though, I could tell that something was bothering her. Sex was either fierce or demanding or it was mild and so subdued it was starting to make me wonder if she was bipolar or something. One day we had a friend, Robert, stop by for a visit and asked if he could crash there a few days, he had said something about his apartment being fumigated or whatever. Rhonda immediately said sure. Meanwhile I am sitting there thinking that we need to talk about discussing things before just making these kinds of decisions. The next day Rhonda and I are playing in the bedroom with the door open. We are dressed and all just grabbing a quick kiss and tease. I am lying back on the bed and she is bent over me, with one leg hiked up like she is about to climb on top of me. At this time she is being mildly aggressive, but it is full tease as she won't do anything really while we have company. Or so I had thought, just then I feel something brush beside my leg. Rhonda jerks back, her eyes wide open, and I hear Robert ask, "Mind if I get me a piece of this action?" I can see Robert behind Rhonda with his hands on her hips and she bounces forward as he thrusts forward and grinds his crotch against hers. Rhonda moans and her eyes light up; "Hon, didn't you say you needed to do something in your office downstairs?" I am thinking 'Not really' then I notice she is grinding back and she is giving me this look like I had better so I say instead; "yeah, will take me a bit though." I don't even get the door to the basement closed and I can hear her "Oh!" then I can hear her moaning and their skin slapping. I am thinking, what the heck? First it was just a couple of threesomes and now suddenly out of the blue she is going to fuck someone else and kick me downstairs to listen? So I try to read a book or something, all the while I can hear them going at it like rabbits or something. If the moans or shouts are any indication, Robert came at least twice. Reading was impossible and I was rock hard so I put on a porno and tried to jerk off to that but couldn't quite get an orgasm of my own. After about an hour or so, they quieted down some and I could hear someone going to the bathroom and turning on the shower. And someone else opened the basement door and started down the stairs. Rhonda came directly towards me dressed in a bath robe, loosely tied. As far as I could see she had nothing else on. She came and stood in front of the couch I was sitting on and bent over and gave me a full tongue kiss. She had let her robe fall open showing that not only was she indeed fully naked underneath the robe; she was wet between the thighs. Rhonda reached down into my shorts and stroked my still rock hard cock. She giggled and pulled at the front of my pants so I lifted up and pushed them down. She didn't wait for me to get the rest of the way undressed she just straddled me right there on the couch. My cock slid effortlessly into her soak and wet pussy. She murmured into my ear: "he came in me twice you saw that my thighs are wet, that was from him, now I will take you!" Feeling their cum coating my thighs, her grinding her hot and already soaked pussy against me while kissing me greedily, released would I couldn't get on my own. I blew a load so intensely I felt as though I should have passed out. She just pulled back and grinned. "Saving that just for me eh?" she asks. "Not intentionally, I have tried at least three times to get it off on my own but it just wouldn't release." I admitted. That just made her smile all the more; "I had debated making you eat me out first but I needed you in me too much this time. Next time though..." she just finished the statement with a laugh. -------------------------------------------------- Later that night I was awoken by movement on the bed. Robert says, "what if we wake him up?" Rhonda says, "So? He will be a good boy and just be quiet, well unless you want him to suck your dick first or afterwards..." "I dunno, I have never had a guy do that to me before..." "Never??" she asks, incredulous, "most guys experiment at least once in their lives." "Er... no, never did. Never came up before." I could hear them kissing and Rhonda moaning and lips smacking and sucking noises. I couldn't believe this; they were making out right beside me, bumping into me several times. I couldn't have slept if I wanted to. "Would he really?" Robert asks. "Hmmm? Oh suck your dick? Oh honey if you wanted to fuck him in the ass and I wanted to let you, we would just lube him up and he would take it like a good bitch. Why you want to be sucked on by a guy tonight? Hmmm?" that last sounded like she had her mouth full, which probably meant she 'hmmmed' with his dick in her mouth. Robert gasped with pleasure; "huh hadn't thought that far, but you think he would be able to take this puppy up the ass?" Implying that he thought his dick was too big or something. "oh Robert this one is smaller than the last one I personally saw him take, no worries he will be able to if you want such a thing but not right now, I want it." "Yes ma'am!" and after some more shifting about behind me there was a grunt from Robert and a moan from Rhonda. This whole time my back as been to the couple, now I started to slowly turn around as they increased tempo. "That's right rob, grab my hips and go for it, yeah, give it to me hard..." the violence of the bed shaking started to get really intense as my wife was being fucked there beside me on the bed. I had finally gotten turned around where I could see some of what was going on in the dim light of the nightlight. Rhonda is looking right at me with a look of pleasure on her face while Robert is behind her pumping for all he is worth staring intensely at her ass, which I might add is quite lovely and when it is bare and being driven at like it currently is, it is extremely hot! "Here it comes Rhonda, damn your ass is so hot... hunnnn" Robert groans and thrusts and begins to grind, Rhonda is moaning and her eyes close as she has her own orgasm. As Robert starts to get his breath back he starts to move, and Rhonda says, "No Rob, don't move." Then she pulls away and I can see his tool for the first time and it is significantly smaller. It is maybe six inches when fully hard which it currently isn't. Of course it is sort of thick so I guess that might give him some bragging rights. Most guys think they are 'big fellas' just because they are banging someone else's wife but in this case I was actually bigger than he is. "Here hon, suck Roberts used dick." "Shit, he was awake?" "How could anyone sleep through all the commotion you two were making?" I asked as I eased over and took Roberts dick into my mouth. I could taste Rhonda on him as I pulled the flaccid cock into my mouth, could feel its softness as the folds of skin around it swirl over my tongue. In one swift suction move I pulled all of his cock into my mouth down to the base. Robert gasped, then moaned as used my tongue to gently mash his cock against the roof of my mouth. Between that pressure and the follow up sucking, he started to grow again. "Turn around I can't see..." Rhonda complained. So Robert turned to the side and I just stayed attached as it were to his cock. I could well imagine the site; Robert was sitting back on his haunches and I am on my elbows and knees with my ass up in the air sucking Roberts cock for all I am worth. I began to feel Rhonda's hands on my ass then a breeze as she started pulling my shorts down. "Rob, if you reach under here you can feel that he is rock hard. In fact if I was to suck on him just a bit he would blow his load, but if I don't touch his cock and make him lay down and sit on his face... he will blow that load anyway. He loves to my pussy that much, don't you dear?" I am blushing furiously, hoping Robert cannot see my embarrassment in the dim light, then Smack! "I asked you a question." My ass is burning on one side where she slapped it. About then Robert shoved is dick into my mouth. So I had to "Um hum" to answer. With that slap on the ass and open humiliation my cock started to lose it's hardness. For some reason that was one step too far. Luckily for me she didn't push it beyond that. I think she knew that she had crossed the line for me. So there I am with my ass in the air and sucking Roberts cock like a professional, and Rhonda started running her fingers up and down my crack, teasing my asshole. No lube or anything just rubbing and playing, then, "you wanna nother ride robby baby?" I can well imagine her pose standing there on her kneed buck naked hand in her pussy inviting him like that. Me, I started to get hard again. Robert grabbed the back of my head and humped my face a few times saying, "hell yeah, damn you are so hot like that!" He pushed my head to the side and all but tackled Rhonda. She laughed and flopped down beside me on her back missionary style. Robert wasted no time getting to business sliding his freshly hardened cock back into my wife's already wet pussy. "hmmm that's right, he is a really good cock sucker isn't he... that's right give it to me." Robert had laid down on her grinding his cock while sucking on her well shaped tits. I could see him glance my way while doing so. Then go back to pushing harder as he saw me watching. "Rob, lift up, I want him to be able to see your cock going in and out, hon come here and suck my tits while you watch." Robert complied with her orders and I knelt down and took one nipple into my mouth while she guided my hand over to tweak the other. "Yeah Robert push it good." She said, "hon reach down there and feel him going in and out" I reach my other hand down between her legs, eased my hand down so that Roberts cock was going between my middle and ring fingers. I could feel their mixed cum all over the place. Just then Rhonda reached back and started stroking my cock. "Man, your wife is fucking hot.." Robert gasped, "get down here and lick her pubes while I fuck her good." "Yeah baby, ease on down there and do as he says, hmm.." Rhonda moaned as Robert picked up the pace and I licked and sucked my way down her body. At some point she lost her grip on my cock but I could feel her grip and dig her nails into my legs as she came again under our administrations to her body. As I got close and was licking and sucking on her pubic area I could smell their sex juices combined and it was intoxicating just then Robert pulled out of my wife's pussy. Robert grabbed the back of my head and shoved me roughly into his cock, missing my mouth but he came anyway, all over my face with his balls right at my lips I started licking and sucking on them while he shot stream after stream of his cum all over the side of my face and shoulder. Finally spent he said 'good-night' and left for his own room. I just laid there and Rhonda got up and looked down at me, "now that is a hot site!" she then climbed up and straddled me with her soakng wet pussy and I slippted in without effort she then started kissing and licking my shoulder and face, not licking up the cum more like smearing it all over her own face then kissing me deeply, forcing his cum into my mouth. Before I could cum she pulled off of me then climbed up straddling my face and forced me to eat her used pussy. Roughly she humped my face, moaning and shouting. Then pulling down to mount me again. With her already primed and me not yet spent, it didn't take long till we violently climaxed together. She collapsed on me then and as our breathing slowed we drifted off to sleep. Weekend Visitor I was scheduled to work on Saturday. I rarely went in on weekends anymore. Owning my own business was a grind the first five or six years. Now I've been at it for 18 years and it runs pretty much on its own with my limited supervision. This month brought about a special contract, that while making my presence required, would reward me handsomely with a major payday. So I told my wife not to expect me around much that weekend, as I was most likely going to need all of Saturday and half of Sunday to put the project to rest. We had been married just over twelve years now. The happiest years of my life. Karen and I met after my business was established. Money wasn't a concern for us at this point. We weren't stinking rich by any stretch, but we did have enough to enjoy what luxuries we craved. Karen is 8 years younger then I. Myself having just turned 42 and her 34 a couple of months before me. Karen is a firecracker in the bedroom. Quite the demure housewife in public. Thin, athletic with a pair of 34C breasts that perk when a breeze strikes. Her tight bottom never fails to get stares when out in public. Even though she tends to dress conservatively, she never fails to draw the attention of any breathing male and the admiring glance of many ladies as well. That said we had a great life together. Two kids aged 11 and 7. Girl and a boy. Good kids. Busy with sports and the like. When I told Karen of my impending workweek she was a little taken aback, but more then understood. Especially when I told her of the bonus check I would receive if the project finished ahead of schedule. She laughed and told me she didn't want to see me until it was a done deal. I worked 12 to 14 hour days that whole week. Missing my daughters dance recital, as well as two little league games my son played in. Things were looking good. By Thursday we were well over halfway done with the contract. I stumbled home to my neglected wife about 11:30 that night. She too was worn out from running the kids to school and their various activities all week. Our normal sex life of four or five times a week, had been reduced to a quick fuck in the bed on Tuesday night. I apologized and asked if she wanted to try again that night. She smiled and kissed me and shuffled me off to bed. She let me know I would have plenty of time next week to make up for her missing pleasure. Maybe even on an island somewhere in the Caribbean. I kissed her back and told her we wouldn't be seeing the rewards quite that fast, but I would more than make up my time in the bedroom with her. I was already in bed half asleep when she came in and sat next to me. "I was thinking..." she said. "As you're going to be mostly gone all weekend, I was considering sending the kids to your parents and inviting my friend Darlene out for the weekend." Ok I was half asleep; the name Darlene woke me up quickly. My 'demure' wife's friend was anything but the same. To start with she was a bombshell. Legs that seemed to start at the floor and never end. A waist that I think I could fit my hands around. And tits, TITS!!! 36DD natural and sill standing on their own, proud and firm. She was a year behind my wife in college. Fast friends and roommates. I had heard some stories. Well the beginnings of stories at least. I never could get all the details out of Karen. What she did reveal left my cock hard and made for great fodder in our bedroom. Trying not to sound too excited I replied. "That sounds like a great idea Hun, you two could get caught up." Darlene lived three states over and though they talked on the phone for hours, most always out of my earshot, they hadn't been together in a couple of years. Darlene was always short on time and money so we didn't see much of her in person. I personally would relish seeing more of her. Who was I kidding; she was the star of most of my masturbatory fantasies. Not just her knock out body but the bits and pieces of the stories I had heard about her left me wanting more. "Why don't you see about flying her in tomorrow?" I keenly suggested. Karen bent over and kissed me on the cheek. "She will be here on the first flight Friday morning." She giggled, having already arranged the weekend tryst. I feel asleep exhausted, my dick semi erect at the thought of our weekend visitor. I awoke with a full erection. A combination of normal morning wood and a couple of very enticing dreams of Darlene throughout the night. My wife was already up and preparing to take the kids to their grandparents for the weekend. I rushed into the shower and took matters into my own hands. Thoughts of Darlene by the pool in one of her skimpy bikinis had me jerking my cock like a schoolboy. I shot my load hard and fast against the glass walling of the shower. A split moment after erupting Karen came into the bathroom looking for some toothpaste for the kid's journey. Turning three shades of red I quickly turned away and acted as though I was washing my still dripping member. I prayed she wouldn't notice my jism running down the clear side panel of the shower wall. She looked up and smiled at me. "Get it nice and clean dear." She giggled. "I'm off to deliver the kids and then to the airport. What time should we expect you tonight?" Not sure if I was found out or not I answered. "Late, very late as the more we get done today the less we will have to accomplish over the weekend." "Well don't work too hard. Darlene and I will probably go out on the town a bit and then retire early. She will be tired from traveling." Opening the door she stuck her head in and kissed me goodbye. "I do hope you can say hello in the morning before you run off. Oh and you might want to make the water a little cooler, your face is all flushed." "I will make sure to schedule it in." I stuttered as she closed the door behind her. I took the shower nozzle and washed my cum off of the shower wall. I have always had a proclivity to be easily embarrassed. I think it started from being caught by a group of friend's way back in junior high. Caught doing what I had just missed getting caught doing this very morning in the shower. That traumatic event still gave me nightmares to this day. Nightmares and raging hard-ons I must admit. I have never understood how my own inner terror could have that effect on me. My cock has grown to full mast again just recalling that morning so long ago. My stomach full of butterflies, if I hadn't just relieved myself I surly would be locking the door and doing so now. OK, I know you are probably wondering about that fateful day. I will give you a quick synopsis. I had found one of my older brothers Penthouse magazines. We had a manmade fort in the corner of our backyard. A place that was rarely used anymore as we were teenagers now, too cool for that sort of play. Thinking I would be safe and secure in there, I snuck off to peruse the magazine. After first looking through the pictures I then turned to the Forum stories. My dick was already up and ready, adolescence does that to a boy so readily. I was reading about a lucky pizza delivery driver and his full body tip the lonely housewife was giving him. My dick out and my mind racing, as I slowly stroked myself. As the stud delivery boy was delivering his load my cock was throbbing and so very close to its own conclusion. Just as I felt my own cum building and boiling in my loins I heard the voices of my friends in the back yard calling for me. Not just Danny, and Larry, but Sue and Diana as well. I sat motionless, hoping and praying they wouldn't look into the fort. My dick was leaking out precum profusely as I held it and tried to remain invisible. When Larry proclaimed, "He must be in the house after all." I sighed a sigh of relief. Just when I thought I had dodged a bullet with my name on it; Diana, why the fuck did it have to be Diana? The one girl I had a major crush on, stuck her head in the back window of the fort. "OH MY GOD!! Edward," She just stared at me sitting with my cock in my hand. I turned seven shades of red that day. "I can't believe you are doing that out here." And as she stared and laughed in my face my cock betrayed me. It shot its goo damn near to the roof of the fort. "OH SHIT! That is just not what a lady wants to be greeted with." She yelped and quickly turned and departed. The other three of course ran up to see what the fuss was all about. Although I did manage to get my spent and soggy member back into my pants before they arrived, the major wet spot forming on my jeans and the cum puddle on the floor along with the open magazine left little to their imaginations of what had just occurred. It took me years to live that down. Needless to say my 'crush' on Diana never materialized into anything more. She had trouble looking me in the eyes from that day on without laughing. Well, now that you know of my inner demon, I will get back to the story at hand. I got dressed, tucking my still semi-hard penis into my jeans and headed off to work. As I drove the short distance to the shop I thought about my sweet wife. Her quiet tender personality in public had allowed me to get past my disabling anxiety of being close to the opposite sex. Now, being married to her my confidence had soared to new heights. Why I had reverted to that teenage boy in the shower this morning I couldn't figure out. I wrote it off to a moment in time and got back to concentrating on the days work at hand. We put in a full and long days work on Friday. I had little time to think about anything other than getting this project completed. We were making great time on it. I got home about 2:30 in the morning. Exhausted I headed straight to bed. Though the thought of peeking in on Darlene did cross my mind. If only I had the balls to chance that. I set the alarm for 6:30 that same morning and drifted quickly to sleep with thoughts of our guest in my mind. I awoke Saturday morning with my daily morning tree poking into Karen's back. I laughed to myself at her thought of me having time for a 'morning hello'. I would be long gone to work by the time her or Darlene had awoke for the day's activities. I sighed as I pulled out of the driveway wondering if I would indeed see our houseguest at all this weekend. Had the girls planned it that way I wondered? They did so cherish their time alone together. Even on the phone they liked their conversations between just the two of them. By 8:00 AM Saturday we were much further along than anticipated. Thoughts of half a day off on Sunday began to cruise through my head. Darlene was scheduled to fly home at 5:30 Sunday. They would need to leave for the airport by 3:00 with all the new regulations. That meant I might actually get to see her, um.... I mean them together for a couple of hours. By 11:00 that morning I was almost sure of it. My dick was twitching at the thought. I decided to call home and let Karen know of my good fortune. I was taken off guard when Darlene answered the phone at our house. Her very voice dripped eroticism. "Hello Eddie," she was the only one that called me that. Well her and Karen when they were together. "Karen is...... unable to come to the phone right now. She's...... she's running an errand." Sexy as her voice was her message seemed a little fabricated. "I...I just wanted to say hello Darlene, .... I didn't get the chance last night or this morning." I stuttered and stammered a little talking with her. The way I used to in high school and college when talking with attractive females. "I will be sure to let her know you checked in. Looks like I won't get the chance to see you this visit. A pity for you I'm sure." She stated with an air of superiority in her voice. I turned red at her words. I hardened at her words. I again stammered as I thought it best not to mention that I indeed would get to spend a little time in her presence. "I.....I am sorry if that's the case." Was all I could manage in reply. We said our goodbyes and I headed to the private bathroom in my office. I didn't need any nudie magazine today as I stroked my hard cock until it matched the color of my face. Shortly thereafter I was cleaning up after myself once more before heading back out to the floor. About 3:00 PM my foreman found me with an update and a new plan of attack. "Hey boss, it looks like we will be finished in the next couple of hours. That incentive of 2 days off and a full week of pay to the crew got them really moving. I was thinking if you want, I could drive you home tonight and then use yours and the company's trucks and have the whole project delivered by midnight. I could pick you up Monday morning and drive to work with you, I would just leave my car here." Surprised!!, to say the least. I went out to check the progress for myself. Sure enough, as I was in my office drooling over Darlene's voice and pulling on my pud, they had finished 98% of the work. So much so, all I really had left to do was a little paperwork to allow for the nights shipment. I headed to my office and typed up the invoices and packing slips. Took them out to the Foreman as I tossed him my keys. I would be home within the hour. I thought I would surprise the ladies with my unannounced appearance. We headed off on the short drive as I congratulated him on his performance this week. I assured him it wouldn't be forgotten. As we pulled into the driveway I was dismayed to find my wife's BMW not there. I decided to just go in and wait for their homecoming. I had plenty of old e-mails to get caught up on and headed upstairs to my office computer to get them out of the way as I awaited their return. Exhausted I must have fallen asleep half way through them as I sat at my desk. I awoke to the sound of voices downstairs. The girls were home, time to surprise them I smiled to myself. As I reached the top of the stairs their voices became clearer. I stopped to listen for a moment hoping to glean one of their 'private stories'. They sounded a little tipsy as I strained to hear them better. What I heard took me for a loop. "Those were a couple of real hunks at the bar Karen. I can't believe you made me rush off like you did. The old Karen would never have turned down those delicacies." "Well the old Karen is older and married now." My wife laughed. "They were pretty impressive I must admit." Was that my wife answering? She never seemed to notice other guys when I was around. I figured it was the wine talking. The wine along with the influence of her oversexed friend. "We aren't talking 'Stan the Man' impressive." One of them snorted. I couldn't tell which one had said that. I wondered just whom that might be? "AHH yes 'Stan the HOT HUNG Man' Darlene giggled. He was quite your plaything wasn't he?" Karen's plaything!?! Was she kidding? I had always assumed my wife had VERY little experience before me. I knew I wasn't her first by any stretch of the imagination. But I was convinced I was her best and that any others were long forgotten. "As I remember you had more than one time at that playground yourself Dar." Was this for real? Had they both been with the same guy? My mind raced. What was the timeframe? Who dated him first? Darlene quickly answered my inquiries. "Only when you would let me have a short turn you possessive Bitch!" She exclaimed jokingly to my wife. "God he used to leave me stretched out and wanting for more." "YOU!" Laughed Karen, "Think of my poor little used pussy, I wasn't getting fucked nightly like you were in college. I needed my MAN on the weekend." Again she snorted. "Then again it took those five weekdays for my poor abused vagina to recover for the next round." They both howled. My dick pressed against the sweats I had changed into as I eavesdropped on their conversation. Darlene reminisced, " I remember the first time you let me have that magnificent cock of his. After homecoming when you were feeling a little under the weather. Stan was horny as always. God that man was insatiable. He wasn't going to let you leave that party until he had gotten off. He tried and tried to talk his way into your panties that night." "Yes I remember," cited Karen "I was having none of it that night. I was ready to hurl." "And happy you were my good friend." Darlene said "I believe your exact command was "Go fuck my slut friend if you can't keep your pecker dry for one night." With deemed shock Karen answered her, "Its not like you didn't jump at the opportunity. My gosh you started flashing him your panties before I had even finished my sentence." "Yes well it wasn't as though I had never shared my riches with you little Miss innocence." SHARED? How many? How often? HOW!!! Exactly? Shared together or separately? Karen sighed, "That seems like a lifetime ago." "Well it could have been revisited tonight if you hadn't graduated and became so prim and proper." They laughed. "Well in appearance at least, I'm still not convinced from what I know of you." Darlene accused my sweet wife. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No wonder they kept their conversations so tight between themselves. I was beginning to feel a little guilty at my spying. I was beginning to wonder if I really wanted to hear more or not? My cock certainly didn't want me to tune out. It was raging and dripping in my sweats. I couldn't retreat. I surely couldn't let my presence be known in my current condition. I thought of going to relieve myself, cleaning up and going down and saying I had just woke up from my nap. The talking had died down. I could hear the girls in the kitchen pouring themselves some wine. Forgetting my predicament I took this opportunity to sneak down the stairs to access a better listening point. Good thing I did as they stayed in there sitting at the breakfast nook. I assumed Karen had handed Darlene a over filled glass of wine when I heard her proclaim, "My that's a full load! Just like Stan used to give off." She laughed. Karen replied, "My gosh he could fill up a pussy. Or a mouth, or......" She cut off her sentence there. Was she failing to add her sweet tight ass to that list? We had never even tried anal, and I am of average size. "He did leave quite the generous deposits didn't he? That first time you 'forced' him on me," Darlene again mocked disdain for her pleasurable ordeal, "I swear I was dripping the whole drive back to the apartment. There was a puddle of fucking cum in my panties and on the seat of my old VW bug." "HA! Like you ever wore panties in those days you dirty little cumslut." I couldn't believe my ears. Even in our alone times in the bedroom Karen never talked like this. "BITCH! I was wearing panties that day. Don't you remember me flashing your stud? Shit I'm probably the one that got that monster between his legs standing for you more times then not." "Like you didn't run off and diddle yourself when it was up and ready. That fucker got off knowing you were in the next room with your toys or another guys' dick in your mouth when we were in my room fucking. He would always ask if you could join us." "Well I'm glad your drunk ass finally got me that chance." Ha I thought to myself, they are pretty lit up tonight. She didn't join them she was a replacement fuck. I felt a little better about that. My cock still felt like an iron rod. My hand slid into my sweats and slowly stroked it as I listened. "If your flakey boyfriend of the week hadn't stood you up that next weekend that never would have happened either." My relief of her tarnished innocence dissipated as fast as it had appeared. "Truth be known I dumped that turd long before the weekend. I had planned to get a taste of Stanley's meat in my mouth and nothing was going to stop me." "YOU FUCKING WHORE!!" Karen yelped in mock disgust at her best friends confession. "Believe it or not that was one of only two double blowjobs I have ever performed." One of TWO!?! My God she did this with another guy as well? My demure wife was turning rapidly into anything but. Weekend Visitor Darlene laughed, "Stan's meat was enough to feed two. Maybe three?" She chuckled and took a big sip of her wine. Gurgling it in her mouth. "And he never left a girl thirsty." "I know right?" My wife chimed in. "I think that was the only night in his life he had his full load swallowed. That fucking firehose of his made a mess of almost all my blouses when we first started seeing each other. I got to the point where I wouldn't blow him unless I was topless. Then all he wanted to do was pull out and spray his seed all over my tits." "That second time I sucked him off he shot all in my face. The bastard almost blinded me." The thought of cum dripping down Darlene's face had me at the edge of shooting off myself. "Serves you right for trying to steal him away from me." Karen giggled. I couldn't take any more of this. I needed to get somewhere I could finish myself off and fast. I quickly snuck to the laundry room. I could finish myself off and find something else to throw on. Then I could sneak out through the garage and show up at the front door as if I had just been dropped off like before. I made it to the laundry room. Out of sight and earshot of the two horny ladies. I dropped my sweats to my knees. I pumped my rigid cock like a piston. It took only four strokes and my cum was shooting toward the closed door. The DOOR OPENED!! Just as my spludge was flying through the air Darlene entererd walking almost into the line of fire. She stopped dead in her tracks or she would have been showered with my sperm. There I stood once again. My spent dick in my hand still dripping its last few dribbles. "What have we here eddie?" she asked a sly smile crossing her angelic face. "Karen is going to just LOVE this." And before I could even begin to beg my way out of this the door was closed behind her and she was gone. I was stunned. I was beet red. I think I was crying, when a moment later the door reopened and standing there was my perfect wife. Only she wasn't the perfect wife anymore. Or was she? Nothing between us had really changed had it? Her past was her past. Though she had never confided it to me, she had never denied it. Or even brought it up for that matter. The fact that the girls story had me jacking off harder then I had ever masturbated before in my life left me puzzled. Karen just stood there shaking her head in seeming disgust at me. My loving wife said in the coldest driest voice I had ever heard from her. "You have soiled your sweatpants eddie, your shirt has some of your excretion on it as well. Remove them please and follow me to the living room." Her voice was so very stern, so very commanding. Not like I had ever experienced from her in our twelve years together. I found myself peeling off my sweats before her and looking around the room for replacement garments. Naked I searched for something to cover myself. "Wipe your penis off with that towel in the hamper and come along. I don't plan to ask you again." Did she mean for me to follow her out in the nude? I quickly grabbed the towel and wiped myself off as best I could. The cum seemed to just stick and spread accross my skin as I wiped at it. "That will do!" she snapped as she took me by the arm rather forcefully and pulled me along with her into the hallway. "I....I should run up and shower first." I stammered as she pulled me toward the living room. "Ummm shower and dress don't you think?" I was now pleading. "We need to talk about your spying, eavesdropping, and uncharacteristic behavior. We need to do so now, and I do believe you need to apologize to my friend." Her friend? Now I wasn't even in the equation. I was merely her husband. "Like.....like this?" I panicked. I thought I might pass out from the heat transcending throughout my body. I was shaking. "Well eddie yes, like this. Darlene has already seen that excuse of yours for a penis in its present state so there is no reason for you to cover up now." I looked down at myself. I couldn't believe my condition. I was again fully erect! I hadn't even realized in my state of panic that it had become aroused. I couldn't believe it would betray me in this manner. We entered the living room at the same time as Darlene re-emerged from the kitchen with two filled wine glasses. No thought for me it seemed though at this point I needed a stiff scotch, make that a double. "Well eddie is no Stan," she stated handing Karen her glass while looking at my stiff penis, "but it does seem to be resilient." She giggled as she took in my swollen 6-inch cock. "No, he is no Stan." Karen agreed flatly. "I was under the impression that he was a gentleman when I married him though." I blushed a deeper red, if that were at all possible. I had let my loving wife down. I felt terrible. "Sit!" She snapped. "NOT on the furniture, you are still dripping." I submissively settled my naked form down on the hardwood floor as the ladies sat next to each other on the love seat. The mere symbolism of that tore at my insides. Once again they were the 'inner group'. I was reduced once more, as I had been in junior high school, to the masturbating little pervert. Try as might I was unable to get my mind off my predicament, and thus allowing my dick to soften; my libido would have none of that. "I believe you have something to say to Darlene, eddie." The way she was calling me eddie instead of Ed or Edward left me shaking and mortified. "sorry" I whispered, my head lowered, my eyes down, pointed in Darlene's general direction. "PARDON Me? I couldn't hear you." Darlene questioned much to loud and controlling. "You aren't a two year old eddie." Karen reprimanded me. "Sit up straight! Look Darlene in the eyes and tell her what you have to say like you mean it." Darlene just smiled at me awaiting my response. I felt as if I were two years old. I felt like I did as a child when my mother would chastise me for my bad behavior. When she would make me get her 'spanking board' and bend over her knee. I slowly lifted my head. My eyes meeting Darlene's. Another tear glided down my cheek as my trembling voice spoke. "I am sorry you had to see that Darlene. I'm sorry I couldn't control myself." She just stared at me with that condescending smirk on her face as I poured out my soul. "I am sorry I listened in on you and Karen's private talk." I looked to Karen in the hope she would release me and let me run upstairs. "Go on eddie." Was her only response to my pleading eyes. I didn't know what to say. I racked my brain. Here I was, owner of my own business. A pillar in our community. So sure and steady with myself, reduced now to this. I was 13 again, caught in my own indiscretions. Seven years old again and awaiting that spanking over my mothers knee. "Darlene I don't know what came over me. It was hearing of Karen's past. It was finding out she wasn't the innocent young wife I always saw her to be and....." I cut myself off. Saying this I panicked again. Would Karen be offended that I was blaming her for my actions? Would she know I was jerking off more to the images of Darlene and her follies with Stan than thinking of her? Then as if Karen could see right into my heart she broke in. "Be truthful eddie, don't think I wasn't aware of you playing with that little penis of yours in the shower the other morning. I hardly had Darlene's name mentioned before your little pee-pee was twitching." My little pee-pee? She had never talked of me like this before. Did she really think I was small? "I was thinking about.... Karen cut me off before I could dig that hole. "The truth EDWARD JAMES." Well at least she had used my correct name. The adding of my middle name just making me feel even more like the misbehaving child. Another tear rolled down my cheek, "Yes Karen, you are right." I struggled to again look Darlene in the eyes. "Darlene I am sorry I had sexual thoughts regarding you." 'Sexual thoughts?' Couldn't I have just said fantasies like a regular man would have? "Could you ever forgive me please?" Feeling better about myself, I had given Darlene my escape route. She would forgive me, I would be sent to my room. There I was thinking like a child again, 'sent to my room?' I would be allowed to go to our bedroom and turn in for the night. 'Sent to bed' I couldn't remove my mind from the steel trap I had made for myself. Darlene wasn't going to let me wiggle off the hook quite that easily. "eddie, just what specific dirty, filthy, little disgusting sexual thoughts were you having about me?" There it was. The trap was tightening. How could I possibly answer this without further incriminating myself? Any attempt at a lie would be quickly perceived by Karen. She knew me much to well to even attempt deception at this point. "When I heard you talking about Stan, and um his endowment I thought about you being with him and what he was doing to you." "Is that what made you run off to hide and pull on your little pud eddie?" Darlene asked Before I could answer Karen asked, "Just how much of our story did you hear eddie?" Was Karen actually going on the defense here? She did say 'story' I noted. Not 'our past' or 'private moment'. She surely wasn't going to claim their conversation as a fabrication. Now this was really my chance for redemption. I could truthfully explain myself. Why I was home, how I had inadvertently become aware of their private conversation. "I must have woken up just when you arrived home. Darlene was mentioning a couple of guys at the bar and her disdain for your making her leave." Darlene looked at me with a disgusted look in her eyes. "We all have needs eddie, at least I don't hide mine in dark little rooms, quietly squirting off so no one will know." I blushed again, "Can I go up to bed now Karen?" Again here I was a 42-year-old adult asking permission of my wife. "It has been an exhausting week. I need to get to sleep." In truth I was more then wide-awake. I could have drunk two pots of coffee and not been as alert as I was at this moment. I could have popped two Viagra and my cock wouldn't have been any harder then it was right now. Thoughts of that '6 hour erection', you know the one that requires medical assistance, crossed my mind. "You haven't answerer Darlene's question yet and that is rude." She stated. I was sure that point in the conversation had been passed over and forgotten. Much to my dismay it was back on the table. "Let alone your apologies to me. Those we will keep until Sunday night after I take Darlene to the airport. Make NO mistake they will be addressed tomorrow night." Again I felt myself shaking. I went back into dodge mode stating, "I...I don't recall her question." I said to neither of them in particular hoping it would end there. Of course Darlene wasn't having any of that. She was truly enjoying watching me squirm. Watching my cock twitch and leak copious amounts of precum as the girls held me over the fire. "Just what was Stan doing to me in your perverted little minds eye eddie?" she restated the question. Then she turned the screws tighter as she could tell those very thoughts were again invading my mind. "Was I sucking his huge rod eddie? His MANS cock that makes yours look like a schoolboy's. Or was he sliding that mammoth pole of his in and out of me and stretching my cunt to ungodly limits?" Her dirty talk was making my cock quiver without so much as a touch. She knew it too and continued. "Or was it the double blow job Karen and I gave him? Did you at least think in passing of your pretty, devoted wife while thinking of me and jacking off in the dark?" My cock jumped when she asked this and she knew she had me cornered. "It was our double teaming him Karen," she laughed knowing this to be true. "He does like thinking of you getting your pleasure." "Thinking about it is all he will be doing for a while Darlene." She stated as a matter of fact. "Are you through with him?" She asked her closest friend. "I just want to know exactly what his thought was when he almost shot me with his little squirt gun there." Would my answer finally get me out of this dungeon? Karen sounded as if she were near that point. I knew I best not lie. "Answer her truthfully eddie, then go to my bathroom and bring me my hairbrush." There it was again, 'my bathroom', we shared the same bathroom in our master suite. What on earth could she want with her hairbrush? Surely she wasn't thinking of her appearance. It was after 9:30 at night. They couldn't be considering going back out tonight. Darlene started back at me again "Well pervboy? What set you off? Was it Karen's enjoyment of a real man? I could let you in on many more tales to pull off to." She giggled and winked at Karen. I took offense to her attack on Karen's pristine past. Even knowing that wasn't the truth anymore. "It was his cumming all over your face Darlene!" I blurted out. I would have my revenge; I would make her the slut in this sordid tale. "It was his cumbathing you that set me off." I proclaimed She didn't miss a step this one. "His hot spunk covering my face eddie? His huge load of cum filling my mouth as much as I could hold and still painting my pretty face? Not like those little bee-bees you shot at me in the laundry room. A MAN cumming all over my pretty face, my big tits, my......." Her eyes glistened as she relived this very real incident. She licked her luscious red lips as she described her encounter with Stan. There it was, she licked her lips, and I shot my wad. Not a touch, those images she put into my mind didn't even require the four strokes I had needed on my own less than half an hour ago. Darlene burst into laughter. Karen again just sat nonchalant shaking her head. "Bring me my hairbrush eddie." "May I put on my robe please?" Again I was asking, pleading like a child. "Just bring the brush down and DON'T dawdle." She commanded. I almost ran up the stairs, my now deflating penis dribbling with each step. I did manage to wipe myself off before returning with her brush. Then all of a sudden it hit me like a load of bricks. Karen wasn't looking to spruce herself up. I had revealed to her in private my most humiliating experience. (No not being caught masturbating, that was my deepest darkest secret from her.) It was being made to fetch the 'Board of Correction' for my mother to use on me when I was bad. The hairbrush was going to be Karen's mode of punishment. Only now unlike with mom I was bare ass naked. Forty-two year old men aren't meant to cum three times in an hour's time. My cock was again semi hard as I slowly walked back down the stairs and offered the brush to Karen. "Your punishment from me will come tomorrow after we have talked this whole incident over." Her eyes motioned me to Darlene. Semi erect turned to FULL mast as I had secretly had just this fantasy before. More times than once had I found myself in my office at work with this vision in my mind and my hard cock in my hand. I had no will left to argue. My hard-on wouldn't allow me any argument. I slowly plodded across the room to where Darlene had relocated herself in the overstuffed chair. My cock leaked as I stared at her lap, knowing my cock would soon be pressed against her bare legs. Again Darlene read my thoughts and laughed aloud. "In your wildest wet dreams pervboy! Lay your self over the piano stool." So there was my fate. I went prone across the hardwood bench. My naked ass perched upwards. My dribbling penis pointed to the floor. Darlene looked to Karen for instruction. "As you see fit my good friend. I am sure he will feel worse when my wrath is unfurled." Darlene got that wicked grin on her face, that evil look in her eyes. As the hairbrush cut the air and made contact with my ass I yelped and squirmed. She gave me this warning, "Stay still you little pervert or it will get much worse!" Over and over she raised and lowered it against my now burning cheeks. How worse could it get? Tears were again falling freely from my eyes. I lost count at 22 and she wasn't slowing down. Yet my betraying cock pointed straight out below me. Dripping copious amounts of precum into a little puddle below me. Somewhere around 30 Darlene paused and looked to Karen. "I do think my friend that your nasty little husband is enjoying this more then feeling remorse for his obscene thoughts of your best friend." "It does appear that way doesn't it." Was her only reply as she rose and headed for the kitchen to replenish their drinks. Karen's absence gave Darlene time to do as she pleased with me. She sat the hairbrush down and very softly started to rub my inflamed ass cheeks. "Does this feel better eddie?" She teased as she tickled my buns. "Or do you prefer getting this cute little boys ass SPANKED HARD?" she pinched my ass as she asked and I again jumped and yelped. "I thought as much." She laughed as my cock twitched uncontrollably beneath me. Darlene spread my ass cheeks and ran her long finger thru the ravine and over my asshole. Her long nail scraping it as it passed over. "Or maybe you would like your little boy hole fucked?" she questioned as she pressed her fingertip to my sphincter. "Should I borrow one of Karen's toys and have my way with you?" I must admit that at times in our bedroom alone Karen had pushed her finger in there and I did enjoy that pleasure. But to be truly fucked by a dildo had me trembling. "Perhaps another time she whispered." As Karen reentered the room and she moved her hand away from my bottom. "Finished with him?" Karen asked as if asking if she were done with a magazine she was reading. "My hand grew tired." She giggled. "eddie doesn't seem to be tired at all." Karen replied noticing my swollen dribbling penis. "For a little guy he does seem to have quite the comeback powers." That was the nicest thing Darlene had said about me all night. "If only he possessed that prowess in our bedroom" was my wife's deflating reply. "He seems to be a one shot wonder when we are alone, and that one shot always comes far too soon when I let him inside me." I felt forlorn. But it was true. Outside of Karen's vagina I could last hours when she played with my cock. Even when she sucked me I could last a good long time. But inside the glorious folds of her heavenly pussy I was lucky to last three minutes. Why was she telling my worst secrets and attributes to a third party? "As you have sorrowfully attested to before my good friend, perhaps we should head back to the bar and see if those two young hotties are still about?" Darlene questioned her. "I am much too tired and drained for anything that physical." Karen responded. Would she really consider that if she were not tired? Would she cheat on me? Would she take another to fulfill in herself what I could not? As these insecure thoughts ran through my mind I was startled back to the present when Karen demanded, "Stand up eddie!, I think we are through here." I quickly rose to my feet, my knees shaking somewhat. The burning sting still on my buttocks, my cock still at full mast. "You can sleep in the guest room tonight Edward. I don't think I want to be intimate with you until after our talk tomorrow." "Darlene you can move in with me tonight if you don't mind. Otherwise you can stay put in your room and he can have the sofa." I was torn in two. Never in our years of marriage had we slept apart before. Well not when we were in the same house. There were times when one of us was away but never like this. "I would be MORE then happy to share your bed again my dear friend. It has been FAR too long." Again I was floored by Darlene's answer. 'Share again'? Had they shared a bed in the past? Was it just a sleeping arrangement or were they together in a sexual manner? Karen looked her in the eye and with a smile and a gleam in her eye replied, "As I said before, I am tired." Her claim was not convincing in the least. Weekend Visitor There I stood hard and in need. Restricted from my own bed. Being replaced by the sex Goddess of my own making. "Cuddling is fine with me darling." Said Darlene with a chill in her voice that ran up my spine. "You do realize your little pervert there is going to go up and beat his little meat again as soon as you send him off to bed?" She laughed as she watched me shiver before them. Karen sighed as she stared at me with disgust in her elegant eyes. "Finish yourself off down here eddie." She commanded me. "Darlene might as well get to see the full two minute production as opposed to walking in on the final act like last time." She was instructing me to masturbate in front of them. Right there in the presence of my beautiful wife and her best friend. The one I had jacked off to in private over a hundred times before. "I... I promise I won't touch myself in bed Karen. I will be good. I will wait until we have talked." I stammered out my promise. My plead. "Your credibility isn't at a high point right now is it Edward?" I knew I wasn't getting off the hook. She had at least stopped calling me 'eddie' so I could tell she was serious and no longer in a playing mood. "The little....." Darlene began to chime in before Karen stopped her. "Let him finish himself and get to bed Darlene. He has had enough for this night." Darlene pouted but kept her mouth closed. I just decreed to take my punishment as I had done so many times in my youth. My hand found my hard member and I slowly ran it up and down the length of my shaft. Circling over the head with each thrust using my own leakings as lubricant. I closed my eyes and looked to the ground as I jacked myself off before the woman I loved and her friend that I lusted. "Open your eyes and look at her Edward." Karen instructed. "You might as well see her in person and not just in your mind." Again Karen read my very mind. As I stroked my cock visions of Darlene fucking my ass filled my thoughts. I looked up at my wife. "Karen I love you." I stated in full truth and meaning as at that very moment I did love her. I knew I loved her more than I ever had. I knew that this night would change us somehow for the rest of our lives. I knew it would be a change for the better. I shifted my view to Darlene as I worked feverously on my manhood. I drew in my breath. My balls tightened, my cock spasmed. I again shot my seed in Darlene's direction. Again it landed inches from her feet. Stream after stream of my cum flowed from my humiliated penis. I hadn't cum this much or this often since I was a teenager. As the last of my load dribbled to the floor my eyes again looked to my beautiful wife for instruction. I was so relieved when she allowed me a half smile before turning to Darlene. "Get your things from the guest room and put them in my bedroom dear." "Edward you can clean your little stains from the floor here and under the piano stool then get yourself to bed in the guest room." So there it was. I was still to be punished with abandonment. The ladies retired up the stairs as I got the cleaning supplies and tidied up after myself. My dribbling precum stains from the floor in front of the love seat and under the piano bench. Then the three loads I had shot onto the floor, no I didn't forget to clean my mess in the laundry room or my drippings on the stairway. Totally spent I worked my way up the stairs. The guest room was at the top of the stairs. The master suite took up the far end of the upper floor. I could see the dimmed light still glowing at the end of the hallway. That was the light Karen always left on when we were being intimate. She said she liked to see my face when we were having sex. See my expressions, see my 'cum face' as she liked to call it. I shivered when I saw that light ablaze and me not in there. I trembled when I heard faint giggling and what I thought a moan from the back room. I entered the guest bedroom and slowly closed the door behind me. I could take no more. My penis was raw. My ass cheeks still stung from the beating Darlene had administered. I knew if I chanced to press my ear to their door I would be caught and NEVER forgiven. I showered and cleaned the night's activities from my sodden body. Fifteen minutes later I was ready for bed. I opened the door a crack to see if that light was still shining. I trembled when I saw it was. The giggles had been replaced by what I could only believe was the gentle shaking of our martial bed. I closed the door and headed to my bed for the night alone. I reached for the light on the nightstand at the same time as I pulled down the bed sheets. There in the middle of the bed, resting alone, were the panties Darlene had been wearing tonight. Black satin, with a trim of lace. I raised them to my nose and inhaled them. Darlene had been excited this night as well. Was it me? Was there a chance she wanted me? Or was it at the hands of my humiliation alone that she had creamed her pretty panties? I resolved that I may or may not gain that insight some time in my future. For tonight I curled into the fetal position. My sore butt pushed out from under the touch of the covers into the cool nights air. Darlene's soiled panties in my hand, right up under my chin. Thoughts of where they had so recently been, and where that pleasure place that had dampened these very panties was right now with my own wife left me sleepless. Tomorrow would bring tomorrow and my new life would begin then. * If you liked this story let me know if you would like to know what that 'tomorrow' did indeed bring. Leave suggestions of how you would like the days ahead to unfold. 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