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Other Men

By: twomalelovers



We had been married for ten years and life had become very boring, just work and worry. Our sex life declined rapidly after about eight years and after nine, there was no sex at all. Looking back I realize that it was never that good but at least it was sex. I tried to get him interested again but with no luck. I realize now that I had become very boring, not like the somewhat crazy and wild woman he had married. I made a video having sex with two men that I showed to my soon to be husband on our second date! I guess I wanted to become the good little wife like I thought he wanted.

After the year of no sex I was getting very depressed and bitchy, not to mention horny as hell! Then one day I was working in the garden, it was a Saturday and he was out playing golf. It was hot and I wanted a beer but none was in the house, I hardly ever drank beer but was craving something cold and a little buzz. I almost changed as I was wearing only a thin t-shirt and very short shorts but I was tired and hot. I thought I looked a mess and hoped I would not run into anyone I knew.

I drove to the store and as I walked in I saw my reflection in a mirror, you could see the color of my nipples through this dirty, super thin t-shirt and my ass was hanging out! I almost left but no one was in the store except for this young guy behind the counter. I could tell he was checking me out and that sort of turned me on. I got some beer and went up to the counter. By now the cold of the store had made my nipples stand out and this young guy could barely take his eyes off of them. He stared at my chest as he was ringing things up, which was amusing.

As I walked out this really hot guy walked in, just the type that always turned me on. Tall with dark hair and muscular! He noticed my "display" but all I could think of was how dirty and unkempt I was. I walked to the car and as I was getting in he yelled at me, I had left my keys on the counter. I had not locked the car and was sitting down as he came and gave my keys to me. He bent over and I looked into his dark eyes and felt something I had not felt in a long time, a little feeling I get between my legs that made me remember I had not been laid in a year! 

He was really trying hard to pick me up! I automatically moved my left hand so he would see my wedding ring but that didn't stop him. It was nice to get this attention, I had not been hit on by anyone for a long time, especially someone so hot! He stood up and I could not help myself, I glanced down at his crotch where I could see the nice bulge in his tight jeans. I quickly looked away and started thinking of my husband but then thought, it has been a fucking year since he has screwed me so I deserve to have my little fantasy. He (Tom)talked for about five minutes as I tried to work up the courage to either drive away or pull him into the car.

I was thinking about what he would be like when he asked if I would like to have a cup of coffee? I told him I was looking forward to finishing my garden and this six pack I had just bought. Coffee wasn't what I had in mind! He started talking about gardens and said he grew lots of vegetable and had almost five hundred square feet of garden space (I had no idea how big that was so I just said wow) He asked me if I would like to see it? To my surprise I said yes, but regretted it as soon as it came out.

I followed him a few miles, almost turning around several times but I kept going. His house was small but really well kept, at least on the outside. It was a bit of man messy inside but not disgusting. We walked through and he showed me his gardens surrounding this beautiful pool and waterfall. I few beers later I began to feel tipsy and knew I was in trouble. He suggested we go in the pool, I laughed thinking of how this t-shirt would look wet. I told him I didn't think it was a good idea but told him if he wanted to go in it was OK with me. He dropped his shorts and pulled off his shirt! I just stood there staring at his almost perfect body. He was tanned top to bottom and hung so big it scared me. He jumped in and came up with a smile on his face. I guzzled the rest of my beer, wondering how many women he had showed off like this to? Again he told me to jump in, I hesitated but pulled off my top and jumped in. The water felt great but sobered me a bit and I started feeling guilty. He swam over to me and kissed me, his body pressed to mine and I forgot the guilt and just melted. 

He was erect and I took it in my hand, it was huge and so hard! I had not felt another man's penis in over ten years (none at all for the last year)and never one so big and hard. I felt him pull my shorts off and having his big arms push me against the pool wall, my legs opened and I felt his erection push to my entrance, it felt huge and I tried to relax. I wondered how many women that had been in and I muttered something about a condom but he started sliding it in and I was so ready! I didn't care about anything as it slowly slid inside of me. It was so big, like nothing I had ever had before and I was surprised that it didn't hurt as bad as I thought it should. It just kept going and going in and I swear it felt like it bottomed out inside of me. I had never been so full before. He began to push it in and out and I felt like I had been speared, all I could think about was that cock sliding in and out. He wasn't gentle like my husband and I was so glad about that, I didn't need to be made love to I wanted to be fucked! I knew I was just a conquest, a woman he had picked up less than an hour before and already had his cock inside. He must have thought I was a slut but I didn't care.

The water in the pool was churning and splashing as Tom rammed it in and out. That seemed to sober me a bit and I began to get scared. I asked him not to cum inside of me even though I wanted him to empty himself into me so bad. He began to fuck harder and I knew he was ready and when his body stiffened there was a pause, a brief second before he let loose. He was buried as deep as he could be and I began to orgasm, I was holding my breath and I felt a scream coming out. I had never came so hard that I had needed to scream but this time I could not stop. The scream came out of my lungs as my body shuddered, he knew he had made me cum, truly cum like I had always wanted to but was never able with any other man.

He was holding off, this guy knew how to fuck a woman! He began to pump again, just a couple of times is all it took and I realized he had no intentions of pulling out. I felt his hot juice shoot inside of me and I knew he had planned on planting his seed in me all along, and I wanted that!

He carried me out of the pool to his couch, I was like a limp doll as he sat me down. We where dripping wet from the pool and I felt his deposit leaking out of me. He walked into the kitchen and brought back a couple of beers. We just sat there for a minute and sucked them down. He was still erect and I began to stare at it wondering how I took that all in and if I could ever be satisfied with my husband's small penis again.

He reached over and grabbed my hand and pulled it to his cock. I stroked it, sucked down the rest of my beer and took his thing in my mouth. It felt like the right thing to do, a small thank you for what was one of the best fucks of my life! I kissed his shaft up and down and tried to take it all in my mouth but it was just too big. It tasted like pool water and a mixture of our juices but i didn't care. He just laid back and enjoyed my thank you. I was stroking and sucking hard, hoping to make him cum but after a few minutes he stood up and turned me around. My face was pushed to the back of the couch and my knees where on the edge. I had always loved this position as it made men feel larger and go deeper but now this scared me, he was just too big! I felt myself open up, I craved the feeling of being filled with his cock again. He pushed himself into me with one stroke. I know I gasped as he forced me forward over the back of the couch. I just stared at the wall as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back holding me in the position he wanted. He was almost brutal as he went at me with his huge cock. He was using me like a piece of meat, not seeming to care if I was enjoying it at all. I came again and again until he finally filled me with his cum and pulled out, I felt so empty as it left, wishing he would have stayed in just a little while longer. 

I was so wiped out from working in the garden, the beer and sex I passed out. It was dark by the time I woke up, I was dry mouthed and dizzy as I opened my eyes and realized where I was and what had happened. At first I thought it all a dream until I looked around at this strange room. He must have carried me to bed but I don't remember. 

I looked around but he wasn't there. I realized my shirt was beside the pool and my shorts and panties where probably still at the bottom of the pool! I wrapped myself in a towel that he had left and walked out. He was just sitting there watching TV. I was way too ashamed to even think about anything but getting out of there and getting home, I was sure my husband was wondering where I was. 

This guy had found my shorts and t-shirt but no panties, I wondered if he was keeping them to hang on his bedpost? I pulled them on and told him I had to go. I staggered to the car and found my phone.

My husband had called several times. I tried to think of an excuse but my head was spinning and I just wanted to get home. I pulled into the garage and got out, he was waiting for me. I know I must have looked like I had been drinking and fucking all day. I just went into the bathroom and undressed. I know I smelled like pool water, beer and sex! He walked in and asked me who I had been with? The look on his face told me there was no sense in lying. I pulled on my robe and we sat and talked. I told him everything that happened. I cried and he sat there stone faced. I wondered if our marriage was over. I thought he would never forgive me. I also wondered if it was for the best, we had grown apart. 

Then he said something that floored me, I didn't believe my ears. He said he understood and didn't blame me. He was sorry he was unable to fulfill his "duties" as a husband and he couldn't expect me to live without any sex. I sat there shocked and wondered what next? He got up took my hand, leading me to the bedroom. For the first time in a year he made love to me, it was wonderful! I didn't think I had any sex left in me but once we started I began to get aroused even though I was so terribly sore and a bit hungover. His penis was so much smaller but he was so much more gentle than Tom. 

That night and again the next morning we made love like we used too, and even though it was not the mind blowing sex I had just had it was enjoyable and comforting. However, I found myself wishing he was just a little bigger and more aggressive.

I told him I was not going to see that guy ever again and a strange expression came over his face. One I didn't understand but thought it was because he didn't trust me anymore, so I said nothing. 

A few weeks went by and the sex tapered off to nothing. I could not go back to not making love again and I know my husband sensed that. It was then he suggested that maybe me finding another lover would be best! It was then I understood that me having sex with someone else turned him on! I was confused, I would hate it if he had been with another woman and now I find out he wants me to fuck other men? I could not wrap my head around that! Weeks went by without even talking about sex. Then one day as he was getting ready for his golf thing I walked out wearing this super sexy dress, I had shaved down there and lifted the skirt to show him my "hardwood floor, no carpet to match the drapes" That was something he always wanted me to do for him. He just stared at me with this sort of I wonder what is going on expression. He asked what I had planned for the day and why had I shaved? I just smiled and told him I was just going out shopping, hoping he would get the hint and forget about golf that day. 

I watched as he drove off, thinking he would stop and turn around but he didn't. I had no intention of doing anything up to that point but now I intended to give him something to think about. I called Tom and asked him what he was doing? I told him I was free and wanted some company, he jumped at that and the day was fantastic, we met at a place for lunch, then went back to his house. I called my husband and told him I was staying at a girlfriends house for the night. He didn't say anything for a few seconds and then just told me to have a good time. I said oh yes I will! I stayed all night and woke up the next morning wrapped in this Tom's arms. 

I drove home after some hot morning sex and my husband, John, was cutting the lawn. He asked loud enough for the neighbors to hear how my friends wedding was. He was making excuses for his wife coming home dressed like a slut at nine in the morning! I went in and he followed me, I pulled up my skirt and showed him my shaved pussy, my just been fucked and still cum soaked pussy! I could tell he was getting aroused by the bulge in his shorts so I sat down on the couch, my legs apart enough so he could still see up my skirt. He asked how my night was and I started telling him all about it in detail. I told him how it felt to have that huge cock in my mouth and how it tasted when he shot that warm cum down my throat. He began to get more excited as I told him how that guy had put his cock inside my pussy, how it hurts at first because it is so big and hard, how I orgasm a little as it slides in. 

My husband unzipped his pants and began to masturbate. I was getting really hot now too so I slipped my hand between my legs and continued with my narrative of the night. I asked him how it felt, to know this guy was fucking his wife with a cock twice as big as his and leaving his cum inside of her? He was flushed now, he looked like he was ready to explode! I told him he better not make himself cum playing with himself! He started walking towards me looking like he wanted sex but I stopped him and told him he would have to wait, I wanted him to go down on me first. He got on his knees between my legs and started kissing my pussy, he didn't even object to the taste of another mans cum in it!

I was just getting into this tongue whipping when my phone rang, it was Tom. I answered and looked down at my husband who was licking me like a puppy licks his masters hand. I felt sorry for him suddenly, but he seemed to be enjoying this. Tom was just calling to see if I made it home OK.

I was so aroused by this time and Tom's deep voice was making me hotter. I looked down at my husband who was playing with himself, I put my hand over the phone and smacked him on the head (I wish I had a rolled up newspaper) and told him to stop that! I went back to talking to Tom and of course the conversation turned to sex. I told him how wonderful he was, I told him how I loved his huge cock and the way he made me cum over and over. I also told him he was the best fuck I had ever had and that I never came like that with any other man, especially my husband. That seemed to turn my little puppy on more as he licked harder. I was just about to cum when Tom suggested I drive over. I told him I would rather him come over here, my husband was out of town and I was lonely. My husband looked up at me with these wide open puppy eyes and stopped licking, I just pushed his head down between my legs. Tom said he could come over but it would be awhile. 

The moment had passed and I knew I wasn't going to orgasm again so I pushed John away. I was feeling mean so I told him I was going to get myself ready for a real fuck!

He just sat there on the floor as I showered, he was erect and excited but he knew he dared not touch himself. He almost looked like it hurt, "blue balls?" The thought made me laugh.

I told him I needed to lay down and as we where having company he needed to clean the house. I fell asleep for a couple of hours and when I woke up the house was spotless! He must have worked like crazy, I am sure he was trying not to jerk off. He looked at me and said he needed to have sex, I laughed and told him he had his chance for the last year, now "it" belonged to Tom. He looked like he was about to cry, poor thing!

I left him standing there as I put on my face and dressed. I was excited about having Tom over but didn't know what to do with my husband? The doorbell rang, I knew it was Tom so I told hubby to go into the guest room and STAY there. Tom was dressed in this really tight tank that showed off his shoulders and chest. His shorts made his tight ass look really good and a hint of the bulge I was getting to know so well. I let him inside and closed the door, didn't want neighbors to see me kissing him! After a few glasses of wine we hit the hot tub, naked! I could see John looking at us through the window, he had opened it just a slit so he could hear and see everything. I got on top of Tom and kissed him, feeling his cock getting hard. I asked him to sit on the edge of the tub and when he did I started suckling on his manhood. I knew hubby could see and wondered if he could really take this? I must have been doing something right as Tom filled my mouth after just a few seconds. I had a hard time swallowing all of it and gagged a little. I laughed and washed it down with the rest of my wine. I looked over at the window and I could see John watching and I smiled at him. I held Tom's cock again and licked the tip clean as I stared into my husbands eyes.

It was then that Tom pulled my ear to his face and whispered "I saw someone watching in that window, is that your husband?" I told him yes and he said why don't we give him a real show.

We went inside and Tom sat on the couch, still erect after all that fucking and cumming! He told me to go get my husband so he can get a close up view of his wife fucking another man.

I opened the guest room door and looked at John, he was just standing there naked with his little erection in his hand. I looked down at it and laughed. You have been touching yourself I see? He quickly took his hand from it and started to say something but I told him to shut up and grabbed his cock forcing him to follow me. I led him into the living room by his little thing and made him stand in front of Tom. 

I let go of it and sat next to Tom, I grabbed his big cock and showed it to my husband. This is a cock, a real cock! I stroked it then kissed the tip, looking at my husband all the time. Tom said "you where right, he does have a tiny dick" My husbands head dropped and he looked like he was about to cry. 

I crawled up on Tom and let his cock sink deep into my pussy, my back was to my husband so I turned my head to see what he was doing. Tom grabbed my head and turned my face to his and told me to forget about him and fuck him. I began to pump up and down enjoying his shaft. It was wonderful and he knew how to use it. I really got into it forgot about John, just feet away from me watching every move. I came, not a little but a deep orgasm that shook my whole body. I started begging Tom to fuck me, I know I was loud and knew I was calling Tom by name. I wonder if the neighbors heard me?

Tom wasn't finished, he turned me around so I was facing my husband then pulled me back so John could see his cock deep inside my pussy. Tom told him to lick your wife's pussy clean! My husband got down between my legs and started slurping away. This was wonderful, a hard cock deep in me and a tongue working my clit!. Tom pulled me up and off him, I felt empty again and wanted it back inside but now Tom said, while you are down there, lick me clean too!

John just looked up but didn't do as he was told, he just knelled there and started to shake his head. Tom pushed me aside and stood in front of my husband. He grabbed his head and pushed his cock to John's lips. Suck it bitch! Open your mouth and suck my cock! I could see my husbands eyes looking at me. He looked ashamed and beaten, I just looked back and told him to do as he was told. He opened his mouth and Tom forced it as far as it would go, gagging my husband. He began to face fuck him, holding his head and pumping away as John gagged. The tears where rolling down his face and his spit was dripping off his chin. I began to masturbate, this was turning me on like I never thought it would!


Other Men



A deep grunt came from Tom and then he let loose. John sounded like he was drowning and tried to pull away but Tom was holding his head too tight, John had to swallow! Tom was finished and he just pushed John away, making him fall backwards on the floor, he curled up in the fetal position and just laid there.

Tom turned to me and asked if I would like a glass of wine, we walked out into the kitchen leaving my poor pathetic husband to wallow in his disgrace. He was even sobbing a bit. 

We went to the hot tub and talked about what had happened. I told Tom that it was fantastic, that I never thought I could be so mean and that it would turn me on so much! The wine was gone so we sent our "bitch" to the store for more. We partied all day and wound up in bed for one last fuck before passing out. 

I woke up very hung over and sore and feeling a bit ashamed of what had happened. Tom was still asleep as I made my way into the kitchen for coffee. My husband had already made some and was sitting at the table, just staring out the window. I poured myself a cup and sat down next to him. He was just wearing an old robe of mine, the only robe that he could find in the guest room. I asked if he enjoyed the show and if he made himself cum? He looked at me wide eyed and shook his head no. 

I reached under the robe and felt his cock, it began to grow as I stroked it. I told him to stand up and strip, I was thinking I was going to blow him but my jaw was too sore and I really didn't want to. I began to pull on him harder and harder and just before he came I stopped. I told him he would have to finish himself. He looked so disappointed but took over and in a few seconds he was spewing all over the kitchen floor. I got up and told him to clean up the mess and cook breakfast. 

Tom had been standing behind him watching, he came in just as my husband had dropped to his knees and began to wipe up the mess he had made of the floor. Tom looked down and said, nice ass! John looked up in fear, he knew what Tom meant. I told John to keep wiping and wondered if this was going too far but I felt a stirring, I was getting excited again!

Tom went to the refrigerator and pulled out some soft butter. I should have stopped him, I should not have been so excited but I was. I had always wanted to see a man get fucked and now was my chance. John began to beg, pleading to both of us not to do this but he stayed on his knees. Tom got on his knees behind him and covered his cock with the butter. John tried to get away but Tom was so much stronger, I watched as his shaft disappeared into my husbands ass. John was crying and begging, I knew it must hurt like hell! I began to masturbate while I watched him lose his manhood and be used like a woman. Tom didn't let off, he wasn't fucking John, he was punishing him with his cock. John continued to plead and beg but that made no difference. With one last push Tom came inside of him. He just got up leaving John on the floor sobbing like a little girl. He went into the bathroom to shower while I drank my coffee.

When he came back John was still on the floor crying. Tom said he had to go and I walked him to the door, I was still horny but knew he was done. I kissed him goodbye and watched as he drove away. John stayed on the floor for about an hour then got up and soaked in the tub for a long time. Later he came to me and asked for sex, I felt sorry enough to let him get inside of me but it was over quickly and I hardly felt anything. All I could think of was the sight of my husband, helpless on the floor as my boyfriend ass fucked him.

I still see Tom but I have began to date other men now. My husband has become so submissive I no longer think of him as a man, but occasionally when I am between lovers he does his best to fill in, of course he is disappointing.



Other Men's Wives



Sex with Margie was great. We’d get together maybe once or twice a month and go at it like teenagers released from their parent’s shackles. The only difference was that we both had teenagers of our own that needed to be kept out of the loop since Margie and I were married, just not to each other. Her husband was a large man with whom she had been fighting and had separated from. My wife and I still lived together but had long ago ceased really having fun together. So the trysting took place mostly at her place when the kid wasn’t home or in diverse locales when no one else was around. The effect on our lives was immediate and dramatic. Our own spouses became more tolerable to us and the thought of reconciliation or recommitment became reasonable if not desirable. 

Sure there were the embarrassing moments like when we were just starting to get busy and the car would pull into the driveway or the door would open with an unexpected “intruder.” But we had always managed to dodge the bullet. Lately, though, the encounters were becoming less frequent and more full of guilt. She would want to get me aroused so that I could go home and do the wife properly. I would wonder whether she was dating this guy or that guy or if her hubby maybe was starting to look good to her again. I’d even started finding out about previously unknown additional ex-husbands.

Still, whenever we’d get together, the passion would fill our eyes and bodies. We started acting like teenagers-should we or shouldn’t we? “No don’t go THERE! Well maybe there is okay. No don’t take that off! If you get me started I won’t be able to stop. Would a hand job be cheating? Oh, you feel so good and hard; don’t pull my pants down…oh, oh, oooh.” Lots of heavy breathing and steamed up car windows followed by frustrating trips to the bathroom or the porno sites. 

I wanted today to be better than that. She had never consented to any sort of multiple partner things and I wasn’t sure if I could handle the sight of another man plowing his big dick into my favorite honey pot. But, I could certainly easily envision what it would look like. Her long brunette hair braided and tossed over her shoulder while her legs wrapped around some big hunks back. Those pretty blue eyes intensely focussed on his gaze while seven or eight inches of ramrod repeatedly violated her warm love canal. Me staring from not too far away at the whole sight with a raging hard-on of my own while wondering if I would even get sloppy seconds or if my manhood would even be noticed in her now over-stretched pussy. 

She had vowed that I would never see her with another man or even hear about it, at least from her own lips. Should I plant my lipstick camera on her bedroom window and relieve my curiosity about her sex life away from me? Should I just beg her to let me watch her go out dancing in those tight dresses while she teased (or pleased?) some lucky single guy on the disco dance floor. In an ideal world, I’d offer to swap partners with her. Let her ex with the big dick plow my wife while I plowed her and then swap partners and see where it led. But back in Reality – Land I knew I’d have to make the best out of what she was willing to offer.

One of our favorite meeting places was the park. We’d kiss and fondle, suck and nibble, steam the windows of her van and return home. Today had to be even better than that. Discovery be damned; I wanted to get her in the great outdoors and maybe make the animals blush. One of the fun features of this park was a wood tower that allowed park users the opportunity to climb to above the tree level and view several miles of Hammock scenery, the coastline to the east and the Everglades to the west. Since it was a bit of a climb, the old folks didn’t bother with it and the staff only occasionally passed by to make sure the raccoons hadn’t converted it to their home.

So, after a few minutes of the obligatory petting, I suggested we go for a little walk up to the tower. At each of the 4 lower stations I’d stop her, hold her tightly against my chest, and plant a deep kiss on whatever came to mind. On the first station I pushed my tongue into her mouth while my hands fondled those D cups I so dearly loved. On the second stop I nibbled her ear while releasing those southern belle mountains from their restraints much to her verbal displeasure. We climbed another rung and my hands found their way into her now moist panties. 

Despite her best grip on my hair, I got down on my knees and gave praise to that now dripping fur patch between her thighs. Pulling her panties down and off I thrust my tongue into her snatch and tasted her copious juices while my hands alternated between grabbing her ass and applying a bit of rotation on her clit. At the fourth station, what little resistance she’d had was going fast. I pushed one finger then another into her now flowing love chamber then reached between her legs to push another finger into her rear entrance. I’d have carried her up to the top platform now if I’d had to. When we got there, the view was as spectacular as I’d remembered it. Thankfully it was very quiet in the park this afternoon since it was a little chillier than the locals could stand today. I put my arms around her and we kissed for a few moments while she fondled my now engorged prick through my pants. That intense look in her eyes was there again. That look that I loved was unmistakable and beautiful and I told her so. 

“That’s enough now; we shouldn’t be going any farther. Someone might come up here and see us.” she tried to tell me. I wasn’t having any of it this time though. “I don’t care if the whole world is watching. I’m gonna fuck you till you scream in pleasure. Get ready for it. It’s gonna be fun and you are gonna love it.” “But.” But I wasn’t listening to any protest this time. I turned her around and instructed her to grab the rail or I was liable to knock her over the top. “Yes sir.” she replied meekly. “If you insist….” I did. I lifted up that blue terrycloth dress, placed a hand between her legs and gently insinuated her legs a little farther apart. My zipper easily lowered down and I brought Mr. Happy out into the fresh Florida air. 

Holding her long braid with one hand and Mr. Happy with the other I slowly rubbed her now very wet box with my now very hard 6 inches getting him moist with the love juices that were pouring from her treasured spot. She tried to move around but my grip on her hair pulled her head back just enough so I could plant a wet kiss on her open mouth. At the same time I put the purple head of my member into her steamy hole. One easy little thrust and I was balls deep in the canal where I was meant to be. And there was no further cries of protest I was relieved to notice. Letting go of her hair I grabbed a tight hold on her hips and repeatedly rammed into her with a fury I didn’t know I could still muster. The old tower actually began to shake a little but no one was down below to notice or care. 

“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh…give it to me.” she cried out. The next sound was more like a wild animal bellowing. It was a sound I hadn’t heard in too long a time. As I slowed up a little she looked over her shoulder at me and asked if everything was all right. “More than all right. S’wonderful.” I panted. “Want to stick it in my ass?” We had never gone there before and I was more than happy to oblige her now. Slowly withdrawing from her now red and puffy love tunnel, I placed just the tip of my little head at the entrance to her anus. 

“I’ll be gentle.” I promised. With surprising ease, I maneuvered first the head, then an inch, then another inch and then another into her rear door. She was trying to stand bolt upright now but gripped me tightly with both her hands and her rectum. Her teeth gritted and she was uncharacteristically silent as I made the final push to bury my phallus all the way home. My balls slapped against her ass cheeks with an invigorating squish. I thought I saw her bite her tongue at this. I slowly withdrew and then buried myself deep with a fast lunge. 

Her breast strained up against her dress and she drew in her breath as I pushed into an area that, she told me later, had not been touched in 10 years or more. Tight would not do justice to the enclosure I was in. It was totally without extra space. As fast as I would withdraw the space would collapse. As fast as I would reenter, the feeling of tautness would return. A couple minutes of gentle then firmer plowing and my balls were ready to explode. As my moment neared I withdrew and reinserted into her vaginal fold finding her pussy now an easy, wet and willing entrance. Two quick thrusts and I buried myself all the way into her and let loose with my entire stored up load from the week. She collapsed up against the rail and fairly howled at the skies. I continued to push forward while every last drop of cum got milked out of my body and into hers.

When our breathing began to return to normal, I asked her if she felt ok. Her mouth hung slightly open and no words would come out. Her eyes told me all I needed to know. She was feeling as close to heavenly as I was. When I withdrew my softening member from her enfolds, she reached around quickly and stroked it some more. I pulled a wetnap from my pocket and wiped myself clean. She fell down on her knees now and lovingly sucked on my dick, which, amazingly, was getting hard again. Holding the rod in one hand she lifted it up and began to delicately nibble on my testes. 

All the while she stroked my length and played with my anus, finally inserting a finger into it. Now she was pulling harder and harder on the rod while flicking her tongue at the opening of my delighted head tip. I stood over her and watched as she now used her hand to rapidly beat me off. That familiar feeling of readiness was welling up in my loins again and I told her to be careful since I knew she did not like to swallow cum. She closed her mouth but continued to pump me harder, as I closed my eyes and allowed a last squirt of molten cum to boil out of me and onto her face. She closed her eyes and very gently coaxed another few drops of cum out of me and onto her. Aside from never having brought me off this way before, the sight of her letting the cum pour down onto her face while she smiled with closed eyes up at me was a high I shall never relinquish. 

All the way on the drive back to her home she played with my chest and nether regions, silently staring at me with a fixed look of satiety that I had never noticed before. But it was a look that I hoped to keep seeing, for it was a look of peace-of-mind achieved.



Other Men's Wives



I get a kick out of sleeping with other men's wives. I haven't spent time analysing it, I think it's pretty universal among men, and it strikes me the men who spend time analysing things too much are the ones whose wives are getting screwed by guys like me. But that's just my take.

I hadn't ever done it until my oldest friend returned from some time out in Thailand. He'd spent a couple of years there not doing too much while I was making money and a life. The only thing he'd achieved was a hot wife a long way outta his league but I was pleased for him and she seemed pleasant enough. I wanted to help Andy out as much as I could, partly through genuine friendship and partly out of pity. He was a nice guy, always had been, but he just lacked balls. It irritated me sometimes. Sometimes I just wanted to slap him into shape.

I never had slapped him. Nicest guy you could meet was my buddy Andy. I stayed modest on my business dealings in the years since we'd last met, aware of the widening gap in our finances that wasn't gonna close anytime soon. The conversation was running a little dry after the fourth drink or so and I was ready to make my move for home.

"Hey, how about coming back to our place for a while".

It was Andy who spoke and he seemed even more awkward than usual when he did. It was an odd moment. I remember Somsri's delicate fingers curl and tighten a little on the chair arm and Andy, despite his affected nonchalance, wasn't just red-faced from drinking, he seemed to be blushing too. I made excuses.

"Please. We would really like you to come back with us".

The pleading tone made me pissed but I forced a smile and nodded. Andy had a hot wife but not much else and I didn't want to seem to snub him in front of her.

Their place was a real hovel. I hadn't been somewhere so cheap since my teens but I played nice and complimented them on the cosiness of it. In truth, I couldn't wait to get the hell out. Both of them were on eggshells and Andy's idiot grin was starting to wear me down. We sat down, Somsri got us some beers from the kitchen.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

I glanced over my shoulder into the kitchen, let my eyes run down her back and over the pert little ass in her black dress.

"Oh yeah, you've done well for yourself And'. Hang on to her".

I took a swig.

"I wouldn't want to lose her..."

I nodded.

"...to someone I didn't know".

Andy broke the silence with a stupid nervous giggle. He was half-drunk and embarrassed and finding it hard to avoid my eyes. Somsri hadn't come back yet. I was just glaring at my buddy watching him shrug sheepishly. He spoke slowly.

"She wants to. I want her to. Do you...Would you like to?"

I sat stunned. I looked into the kitchen but Somsri was out of view. I barked Andy's name to make him look at me. I knocked back my beer. It was unreal, but the question was out there, and I like to face things head on.

"You're asking me to take your wife?"

It took time to get an answer and I had to watch him squirm. I felt repulsed, felt like slapping him, the idea was just so sickening. I tried to stay calm, tried to remember this was Andy, my buddy for all his faults.

I leaned forward, head in my hand as he talked just as Somsri slide back into view. She was in the black dress still, leaning against the doorframe with hands behind her back. I took a little look at her and felt my cock harden. She was slim, with subtle curves and the long flowing jet black hair. She had the painted face of an angel with a devil hiding behind. Lips, full and red, didn't give too much away pressed together tightly as they were, but those big oval eyes were smiling. Languidly, a lazy fire smouldering.

I nodded my head, looked her over with a smirk. She raised her chin, exposing that swan-like neck and looked me over. Andy's voice cut back into my reverie, annoying me. I cut him off.

"Come out and say it Andy, for fucks' sake. Do you want me to fuck your wife or not?"

He cowered a little, looked at her. Nodded hesitantly, nervously. I took a last swig of my beer and pondered things, as I sometimes like to do, before silently arriving at my decision.

Fuck it, what the hell.

I gestured Somsri a little closer, watched her move sleekly across the room. She stood in front of me, her back to her husband, and I looked up at that perfectly defined smooth Asian face. High cheekbones, delicate nose, haughty defiant look in her eyes. I spread my thighs a little, gave my cock some room, asked her to take off her dress.

She did. She slipped those litle straps over her shoulders cool as you like, one after the other, with just the tiniest hint of a curl of pleasure on her lips. She pushed the dress down past her bra. Wriggled a little as she pushed it down her smooth tanned belly, let it slip from her fingers as it passed her hips, leaving her standing in her bra and thong. She pushed her hair back over her ear, standing still in her heels, inviting. I looked her steady in the eye.

"Take off your bra" I growled.

She did as she was told, slipping her arms behind her back, leting the bra fall free. I let my eyes fall down over those perky tits, rounder and fuller than I would have expected on an Asian woman, nipples darkly brown. I patted my knee, leaned back into the sofa, watched her turn and lower that perfectly shaped little ass onto my thigh. I slipped my hand over the small of her back, felt the smooth warm skin against my hand. Andy was staring at her, transfixed.

I lifted my fingers to her chin, turned her head to mine and looked into Somsri's eyes as I spoke.

"Andy, your wife is all mine. Go get us some drinks buddy".

My cock throbbed as she smiled at me demurely,cocking her head a little, biting her lip teasingly. Andy hadn't reached the kitchen before my hand was on her tit. She leaned into me, nuzzling her nose against my cheek, offering me her mouth. I let her kiss me, guided her hand to my cock, felt her delicate fingers wrap around my meat through my pants. I kissed her back harder, felt her moan into my mouth.

She was kissing my neck, her long black hair tickling my cheek, the sweet smell of her wafting over me when I noticed Andy stood limply in the middle of the room, a drink in either hand. I let my hand slip down from the small of her back over her ass, squeezed it, and realised how much I was enjoying this. I whispered in her ear.

"You want me to fuck you?"

She nodded eagerly, still jerking my cock through my pants.

"Tell your husband"

She turned quickly, swooshing her long black hair, her stark simplicity amusing me.

"I want him fuck me. Ok?"

It was more a staement of fact than a question but Andy nodded vaguely. He looked bewildered, shrunken.

I slipped my arm from around her, began to open my belt. Her fingers interwove with mine and together we opened my pants. I let her tug down my shorts, my cock erupting free. She glanced at me, purring, winked naughtily and dove down, her hot mouth covering my throbbing cock.

I lay my head back on the sofa in heaven, her hand pumping my cock into her mouth, her free hand massaging my heavy balls tenderly. My hands roamed all over her as her tongue flicked and caressed my cock. She slid down, I pushed her hair back, grinning down at the view I had of her side profile, watching her mouth make love to my balls.

I gave her ass a little slap, lifted her off me, and asked her to show me the bedroom. She took me by the hand and brushed past her hubby. I didn't brush past. I just barged him out of the way.

She was an amazing fuck. I bent her over the bed and eased my cock inside her, tugging her thong to the side. I was only just getting into my stride when Andy tapped lightly on the door. It was open a crack and the bastard tried to sneak in. The room was just small enough for me to kick the door closed on his face in between my thrusts into his wife's tight delicious cunt.

We fucked for hours, and it's all a little hazy but I remember the way those tits bounced. I remember her hair spread out on the bed above her, remember those parted lips and fluttering lashes when she came. I remember she came four times, writhing, whimpering and begging me for more. I remember how she moaned when I called her my whore, and I remember her letting me come on her face.

She would have been hot anytime, but the fact her husband was listening at the door made me roar. I had never come harder than when she kneeled beneath me, looking up with those big coquettish eyes, stroking my balls with her fingers as I jerked my cock against her cheek.

I collapsed on the bed after I came, breathing hard, the little slut under the cover still cleaning up my cock with her tongue.

"Tell Andy we want breakfast, then get that little ass of yours back here."

I gave her a hard spank as she got up, listened to her giggle as she sashayed out of the room. I was thinking of Andy's face, how surprised he be to see his freshly fucked wife, and pondering quite contentedly on how good it is to fuck other men's wives.



Other Men's Wives



The Predator's perspective -- a rather long story.

I must immediately declare that I am the enemy. I'm not a cuckold; on the contrary I am one of the band of men who make it possible for husbands to wear that label of opprobrium. To put it more bluntly - I provide the spunk for other men to eagerly lick from their wife's well-fucked cunt. I say this with neither pride nor shame for there is no merit in it yet I certainly fulfil a function, fill a need. A man cannot be a cuckold in isolation. The equation needs a factor like me or there will be no pleasure and at least some element of pleasure there must be else such legions of wimpish men would not find it tolerable having their women constantly being fucked by other men. 

I came to the role accidentally and when I was young. To paint a quick picture, I am reasonably good looking but slightly below average height - and there is a small story attached to that. 

[Now at this point in the story I had originally described my early development, trying to contrast my adolescent sexual naivety with the cynical adult I was destined to become but I've been reminded that such material violates guidelines. Sadly I must restrict myself to a few permissible details and leave the rest to the reader's imagination.] 

At one point, during a period of less than a year, my peers and I all had a growing spurt but where they all gained an increase in height of at least two inches, my improvement was concentrated in my dick. Actually at that time, despite the envy of my mates, having never actually used my cock for its intended purpose, I would rather have been taller.

Inevitably my compatriots and I all eventually reached the magic age of consent and became legal. Up until then all that we talked about sport but suddenly the only topic of conversation was girls. 

A new lad who temporarily joined the same sixth form as me had an endowment allegedly bigger than my own. He bragged that his size was an aphrodisiac to females, describing it as a 'Cherry pickers charter'. I was shy in the company of the opposite sex in those days and was yet to get to first base. Within days of my eighteenth birthday I did almost break my duck but fell at the last fence (to rather mix my metaphors). The girl had lost her virginity the previous week to someone else and was eager to experience more of the new-found pleasure. All went well until she saw my dick but then aghast said, "You're not doing it with that," from which I gathered that her seducer must have been a 'little' guy. I have to admit that this was the only occasion that my size has ever counted against me.

Here comes the sad bit. My dad scarpered when I was only a toddler so my mother had brought me up. Soon after the event related above she became sick and quickly took to her bed, so for six long months I tended to her single-handedly night and day. When mum died I suffered the expected amount of grief but there was more than a small element of relief. At the funeral her brother Sidney and his wife Maude offered to take me in and this was how I came to live in a new town leaving everything that I knew behind. 

Uncle Sidney was about my height, a slim dapper man with a toothbrush moustache and, although only in his mid forties, he had lost a great deal of hair. In contrast Aunt Maude was a very big woman. Tallest of the three of us, I reckon that if she sat on a seesaw with Sidney and I together on the other end, it would be her feet that remained on the ground. She had a heavy fleshy face and her image was that of a typical seaside landlady. To complete the picture I must mention that on her chin there was a large mole with protruding hairs that both fascinated and horrified me. 

The house was part of an old Victorian terrace (two reception, three bedrooms and attics) and I quickly discovered that Sydney had commandeered the whole of the attics for the model train layout that was his pride and joy. I was given the guestroom adjoining the master bedroom and the smaller third bedroom was cleared of junk to make a replacement spare.

The only reason that I could think of for the urgency with which this extra accommodation was prepared had to be that my hosts entertained on a fairly regular basis. This supposition apparently proved to be correct in the middle of the following week when Maude said casually to Sidney at breakfast, "You better get the spare room ready because I've got a visitor coming tonight." Then on the Friday a very big ugly looking man arrived as I was on my way to bed but there was no sign of him the following morning.

I had been living with my relatives for five weeks when something occurred that puzzled me. It was the morning following an occasion when my uncle had been warned that a visitor was coming. On my way downstairs I bumped into Sidney as he headed towards the bathroom still dressed in his pyjamas. The weird thing was that he had emerged from the guestroom - then in the kitchen I found a stranger happily tucking into a plate of bacon and eggs. Apart from that there was also a mystery about the Friday visitor who I had dubbed 'Mr Ugly'. He seemed to turn up late every week but sometimes arrived while I was still eating supper. At these times he paced about impatiently clutching a glass of alcohol and throwing me nasty looks. I rather felt that he resented my presence in the house - so I always tried to make myself scarce as soon as possible.

For years I have had the knack of falling asleep the moment that my head touches the pillow - I mention this to explain how I managed to live in that house for almost two months with no real suspicion that anything untoward was going on. This particular Friday I had been sitting up trying to write a letter to my old pals and had only just got into bed and turned out the light when the bedroom door opened very slowly. The very obviously surreptitious nature of the intrusion prevented me speaking so I watched as Sidney entered and cautiously made his way to the built in wardrobe. My first thought was that there must be some garment that he wished to retrieve without disturbing me but when he stepped into the wardrobe and pulled the door closed behind him, I began to wonder. When he had not reappeared after fifteen minutes, I decided to investigate.

Quietly opening the door I found that there was light coming from beyond the row of hanging coats and that a narrow gap had been made through them. Pressing forward, I found that there was no back to the wardrobe and it led into an equivalent fitment in the master bedroom. In the subdued lighting coming through the louver slats I saw Sidney holding his erect prick in his hand and peering at something happening in the bedroom. I had time to note that his penis seemed to be an average six inches but a trifle on the thin side. Suddenly aware of me behind him he was initially startled but then held a finger to his lips for silence and moved slightly to one side motioning me to join him. Tingling with excitement I did so eager to see what he was looking at.

Peering through the narrow gap I could hardly believe my eyes. Maude was lying naked on the bed and she was not alone. Mr Ugly was on top of her and ramming the biggest cock that I had ever seen into her. If ever I stood naked next to that man it would give me an irreversible inferiority complex because, without any exaggeration, I have to say that his penis was absolutely massive. I had arrived just in time because as I watched he stated to cum and from the length of time he continued thrusting he must have pumped gallons of the stuff up inside her. They separated and lay side by side for perhaps ten minutes breathing heavily until Maude, eager for an encore, moved herself to a position where she could begin licking his cock into new life. 

Downstairs I had estimated Ugly's height to be well in excess of 6' 4" and now I could see that he had a physique to match. His head was completely bald as if polished and he had almost no neck. Broad shoulders, a barrel chest together with heavily muscled arms and legs made him into an exceptionally massive man but even so his out of proportion prick looked as if it had been transplanted from a fair sized horse (and his balls belonged more rightly on a bull.) Maude was not diminished by her sex partner's bulk because there was also a lot of her. Dressed she looked like a large fat middle aged woman but naked the picture was different. Big she was but certainly not fat notwithstanding the fact that there was an exceedingly large amount of flesh. Her breasts were a minimum of 44 double D cup with dark brown aureoles the size of beer mats and nipples that stuck out like thumbs. There were no rolls of fat although her belly seemed rather predominant and below that her cunt was covered with a great mass of back hair. In the subdued light her face that had seemed grossly fleshy now appeared completely sensual and even the hairy mole or wart on her chin had acquired an erotic quality.

They started rutting again. My prick was very stiff and sticking out through the front of my pyjamas. I began to stoke myself soothingly until I felt Sidney's hand obviously wanting to take over. Concentrating more on the action in the bedroom than what was happening to me, I enjoyed the feeling of his ministrations on me until, after a few minutes, politeness rather than desire obliged me to reciprocate. You may wonder why I was so aroused by the sight of two such oversized people. One answer is that this was the first time I had ever seen anybody copulating in the flesh. The other reason is subtler - a pornographic film works equally well whether viewed on a television or blown up to many times life size on a cinema screen and this was a similar effect. It was only later that I realised I had also got quite a kick from having Sidney play with my prick while watching his wife being fucked out of her mind. 

It really was a sight - I could imagine whales and other leviathans of the sea offering a similar spectacle. Maude's great white thighs flexed convulsively every time his oversized column of hard flesh pistoned into her. The sound issuing from her throat could easily be taken to be ones of pain were it not for her pleas of 'Give me it all' and 'Harder - please harder'. When the climax came, big as they were, his balls must have worked overtime to manufacture so much boiling semen, causing Maude to gasp with satisfaction as each new emission jetted into her. I did not actually witness this through until the end because Sidney began signalling that it was time for us to leave.

Back in the bedroom I felt suddenly self conscious and climbed quickly into bed, not terribly surprised when my uncle got in with me. Without a word he got under the covers and the next moment I felt him take my prick in his mouth. I was on a hair trigger and had come close to disgracing myself in the wardrobe so this did not take very long. It felt wonderful and it was only when the last spasm of sensation had died away that revulsion at what I had allowed to happen came over me. I did not know if I was expected to return the favour but knew that I couldn't. Either due to my natural metabolism or secretly escaping obligation, I immediately fell asleep and did not wake until the following morning when I was alone.

The following Friday and Friday's thereafter, I was awake when Sidney crept into my room and I entered the wardrobe with him. The show was always basically the same but there were sexual variations. Ugly's nob was too big to get into my aunts mouth but she did occasionally take it up the rectum. The first time that he turned Maude onto her stomach I cringed for her in anticipation but she took it without any sign of distress and within moments was squirming under him giving almost delirious squeals of pleasure. Afterwards Sidney always sucked me off causing me to immediately go to sleep. 

One Friday after I had fallen asleep, Sidney stubbed his toe while leaving my room and his involuntary cry of pain woke me. Perversely I could not get back to sleep and began to wonder if there was still anything going on in the next room. Thought being father to the deed, I was soon back in the wardrobe and peering through the slats. Maude was lying on her back with legs apart, Mr Ugly had gone but she was not alone. My uncle was with her on the bed and he had his head buried between her thighs. She was saying, "Take your time - there's plenty in there for you." I kept watching not quite sure why I found this exciting. Eventually he finished. I had expected that the natural progression would be for him to climb on top and have a belated turn at sticking his dick inside her well fucked twat but instead he meekly lay down beside her. The bizarre scenario concluded with her quite roughly masturbating him to ejaculation for which he said 'Thank you' with what sounded like a sob in his voice. 

Apart from the regular 'goings on' of Fridays I was unaware that there were other happening occurring without my knowledge. On the Wednesday following the night that I had witnessed my uncle receive his derisory reward for fulfilling the cuckold task of licking out his wife's cum filled cunt, Sidney shook me awake not long after I had gone to sleep. Indicating a need for silence, he led me again into the wardrobe where I was able to watch a different male servicing Aunt Maude. This new seducer was quite ordinary compared to Mr Ugly and, although well hung, he was no better endowed than myself. This different screwing session was quite entertaining because both displayed a degree of athleticism, coupling in a variety of different positions, but there was not the atmosphere of raw sex displayed during those Friday shags. 

Afterwards my uncle again joined me in my bed but unusually did not immediately go down on me. Instead he turned his back muttering 'Hold me please.' I felt sorry for the guy. I could just about understand how he might get some masochistic pleasure from watching his wife with a fantasy male like Mr Ugly but he must find terribly depressing the fact that she was also getting poked by all and sundry. Rather tentatively I eased my arms round him and for a while he was content with this. "Play with my nipples please," was his next request. This was kinky but not exactly perverted and cost me nothing to oblige. My still stiff cock was lodged in the crack between his buttocks. Now this was the first time that this intimate part of my anatomy had ever been in such contact with another human body and it felt damn nice despite the sex of the person sharing my bed.

Sidney did not seem to be as comfortable as I because he kept squirming against me. Eventually he moved slightly away, reached behind to bend my prick down until it slipped between his legs then pressed back against me saying, "That's better," and I had to admit that it was. I reckon that I was putting out pretty copious amounts of pre-cum and we were both sweating profusely. The net result was that it got pretty slippery down there and as if by reflex action I started a gentle thrusting motion. Sidney seemed to welcome rather than object to this. I don't know quite how it happened but suddenly I froze in horror on the realisation that the head of my cock had gone inside him. My instinct was to immediately pull back but before I could move he said, "That's right, now push," - and I automatically obeyed him. 

Part of me was filled with sick horror - I wasn't any kind of fucking queer for heavens sake. It seemed ironic, after all the thought I had given to the big event, that I should lose my virginity by sticking my dick up another blokes arse. On the other hand it felt bloody marvellous.

That first time did not last very long at all to Sidney's obvious disappointment but half an hour later, with his encouragement; I mounted him again for a much longer session. From then on I fucked my uncle three (sometimes four) times every time that he was exiled from his bed while Maude entertained her different overnight visitors. Previously, despite our nocturnal activities, Sidney and I hardly exchanged a word except during the day in the role of uncle and nephew but now I found out some history, during the times we lay recuperating ready to go again.

When they met Aunt Maude had been a call girl with him as a client. He, being fairly well off at the time at offered marriage as her escape from that life. Eventually she agreed and, using combined resources, they bought a guesthouse but it was far from a resounding success and after five years they were in severe financial trouble. Fortuitously, at this time of difficulty, an old client of Maude's booked in as a guest and hoped to renew acquaintance for the old fee. So, as the only way to keep the bailiffs at bay, Sidney agreed that she revert to her past trade for this one occasion. This was not as hard for him as it may seem because, during the period when he had been trying to convert her to the straight and narrow, he often had to wait in an adjoining room while she was shagged by another punter. 

Sadly for Sidney this was the thin edge of the wedge. That client turned up six weeks later expecting more of the same - and to make matters worse had passed on to a couple of other ex-johns news of where Maude was to be found. They soon turned up asking for a fuck ' for old time's sake' but afterwards changed their schedule so that they could call on a regular basis. As her whoring paid better than being a mere landlady, Maude started to oblige any guest who looked at her in that certain way and very soon the guest house was really making money for the first time - Maude even had to recruit another 'working girl' to help her out.

Then Mr Ugly turned up, (it seems his name is Don). Right from the start Maude humped him for nothing, doing it for her own pleasure and apparently not able to get enough of him. Even though he had got used to her opening her legs to others on a financial basis, this was too much for Sidney who considered it to be blatant infidelity. Anxious to separate his wife from her lover he somehow persuaded her that they should sell the guesthouse and retire. They bought the present house but they were soon followed by Don and afterwards by selected clients to whom Maude had dropped the word. The latter she explained as being to 'keep her hand in' as well as a useful supplement to their income from investments - as for Don, she needed to have that giant cock inside her on a regular basis and Sidney could like it or lump it. 

By this time I was almost nineteen and nearing the end of my last term at school. In such a sexual atmosphere my prick seemed to be constantly stiff and I was becoming rather proud of it. Although it paled into insignificance when compared to the fearsome weapon I watched in action every Friday it fared far better against the other male members that shared my aunts profligate twat, particularly Sidney's puny organ. One day, having emerged from the bath with a large erection, I was standing naked in front of the mirror admiring it from different angles when Aunt Maude barged into the bathroom. She stood looking at me without embarrassment as I frantically tried to cover myself with a towel and then said calmly, "If you want privacy David then you ought to drop the catch on the door." 

One day the following week I was a little off colour and Maude kept me off school saying that I needed a day resting in bed. Quite honestly I would have preferred school because the exams were over, we did no serious work and it was a laugh. However, following orders I went back to bed and was soon bored out of my mind. I played with my self until I fell asleep. On waking, I continued played with myself until my wrist got tired and then read for a while. I had just reverted to playing with myself for something to do when I thought that I could hear sexual type sounds coming from the bedroom next door. In the hope that Maude filled her afternoons by getting someone to fill her, I made my way to the viewing position in the wardrobe.




Other Men's Wives



Maude was certainly engaged in sex but it was the solo variety. She was lying across the bed with legs towards me so that I was gazing straight between her large widely splayed thighs. One hand was frantically mangling an oversized rubbery nipple while the other rammed an enormous dildo deep into her gaping twat with pre-orgasmic frenzy. I had witnessed much pornographic activity from that wardrobe with the odour of sex wafting tantalisingly to my nostrils but nothing had turned me an as much as seeing Maude taking her narcissistic pleasure. It was as if some invisible fan was blowing the strong ripe smell of her body directly to the olfactory sensors of my brain. Then, when she started to cum I nearly went crazy listening her giving vent to sounds of animal pleasure as convulsions from the self induced orgasm passed through her body. Seeing the glistening sheen of vaginal fluid coating her flying fingers sent my mind into overload. My balls were aching and my cock felt about to explode. Maude was making so much noise that I did not realise that I was moaning in unison with her - until she suddenly stopped.

I tried to choke the sound issuing from my throat but it was too late. My aunt moved round until she was looking so directly in my direction that for the moment I forgot that there was an intervening wardrobe door between us. "Why don't you come out David," she asked softly. "You can see it all so much better from this side of the door." 

Nervously I fumbled the catch and emerged into the master bedroom. I had taken her words as sarcasm and expected a blast of anger once I was standing shamefacedly before her but she patted the edge of the bed encouragingly as if I was a small child. Still with trepidation, I perched myself where she had indicated, half expecting some kind of blow once she had me within reach. Her arm did stretch out but only for her hand to slip inside the gaping pyjama front and grasp my throbbing shaft. "You are quite a big boy aren't you David - I hadn't realised," she said happily.

Realising what was on offer, I was eager to climb aboard and plant my rod in a female garden for the first time but, grabbing my head between her hands; Maude insisted that oral worship at her hairy muff was a precondition to the desired carnal gratification. Now as hinted, my aunt's private parts, both in smell and taste, could only be described as strong. Had I lost my cherry to a fastidious near virgin and only come across Maude later then I would perhaps have found her distasteful but as it was the experience with her has affected my preference ever since then. I'm not saying that I cannot also appreciate a far more subtle smell and taste to a woman's intimate charms. However, on those occasions when I have met some wife or other for a first assignation only to find her cunt bathed and occasionally perfumed - it has turned me off completely.

Perhaps it was an acquired taste and if so Maude gave me much opportunity to become imprinted with that particular preference. She believed a young man's spunk to be the perfect rejuvenation fluid and consequently took every opportunity to suck mine out of me. More than once she swallowed the result of three successive ejaculations without allowing my cock to escape from her mouth and all that time my face was buried in her crotch. Some believe that near asphyxiation heightens sexual climax and Maude had her own method of making me experience this phenomenon. When she knew I was near, she simply clamped her meaty thighs on my head leaving me breathing only the rancid air contained within the foetid folds of her uterus. For those who may shudder at this picture, I can only say that never since have I reached such a pinnacle of sensation. 

Unlike poor Sydney, she did let me put my prick inside her - though perhaps not as often as I might have liked. Having heard of the massive organ that she had taken with ease, it might be thought that her cunt was a cavern and that even my above average endowment might not touch the sides. This was not the case because such was her practised muscle control that at times she squeezed my cock painfully hard.

During many months of afternoons spent in her bed Maude imparted a great deal of sex lore and this knowledge has stood me in good stead throughout my life. Magazine talk is of erogenous zones and G-spots but my aunt knew of a whole alphabet of spots many of which would not obviously spring to mind, insides of elbows, backs of knees - not to mention armpits. Once after crawling groggily up her voluptuous supine body following a prolonged session tongue worshipping that voracious cunt, I was told, "For future reference young man, I have two holes down there. Now if you really wish to please a lady......"

All good things must come to an end but hopefully not as abruptly as this. One afternoon we were playing the bucking bronco game when over exuberance on Maude's part threw me clear of both her and the bed to land with a bump on the floor. I was laughingly about to arise when glancing through the slats in the wardrobe door I found my uncles tear-filled eyes staring accusingly back at me. I have to admit that I got a kick out of his pain and lost no time in climbing defiantly back into the saddle. Sadly this was the last straw that caused the worm to turn because Sidney declared that either I went or he would. It was no contest because I was no more than passing amusement to fill in her time waiting for Don.

Homeless with no qualifications, I knew that the services were my only chance of a career so, having reached the minimum age, I signed on for nine years. During my training and for most of my first posting I have little to report. Compared to the sexual feast of Maude, I endured three years of virtual famine. In any garrison town the men in search of cunt outnumber available woman by a considerable factor and the young tarts are well aware of this. Very few were willing to open their legs unless an evening's entertainment and copious amounts of alcohol had been lavished upon them and even then some reneged at the last moment. To cut down the expense some guys hunted in groups and it was not uncommon to see one female surrounded by three or four admirers who took it in turns to go to the bar. Some of these girls were happy to take on the lot but most selected just one to be her companions for the final part of the evening. I played this game doing no worse but certainly not much better than the other guys until someone wider than myself put me on the winning track.

All camps have married quarters and when a husband is transferred it can take up to a year before his wife can get accommodation at the station to which he has been posted. It has been estimated that, on any camp, twenty percent of the married quarters are occupied by women caught in this frustrating situation. Bearing this in mind I upped my hit rate considerably by hanging round the NAAFFI stores rather than the pubs in town. The big breakthrough came however came when I enrolled to do voluntary work for the British Legion helping out with welfare because this gave me the perfect excuse to call at the houses where separated wives were doing without. From then on I concentrated exclusively on married women with the benefit that they were hungry for sex and not just nominally paying off an incurred obligation.

So I screwed dozens of wives but the husbands did not qualify as cuckolds by my definition, as they knew nothing about it - and that was the whole secret. I had only one where the husband knew and she actually did not live on camp. The whole thing was rather funny and I still smile at the memory. At this particular camp one of the military police, a Cpl Ken Connor was an absolute bastard - he had made Sgt but got busted back for unnecessary brutality. This had not stopped him because anyone held in the guardroom, even overnight, could look forward to a thumping before he got released - the man seemed to have a grudge against the world. Cpl Connor was always immaculately turned out - his nickname 'Kiwi' was derived from the polish used on those boots with the invariably perfect shine. This personal pride would have caused no offence had not Cpl Ken Conner been a martinet, constantly imposing his standards on others and publicly berating those his position made it possible to intimidate. You may wonder why no-one ever caught him off duty and 'talked' some sense into him. The answer is that Cpl Connor was 6' 3", he worked out, did weights and his muscles had muscles.

One Sunday night I was on a train returning from a spot of leave. When boarding I had deliberately selected a carriage containing an attractive looking woman and this one was really special. There was an old dear knitting in one corner which made it OK to sit down without appearing to impose my presence on a lone female - as I had dared to hope, the granny got off two stations down the line. I had given the young lady the once over as a matter of course. She was well aware of this and was anything but unresponsive. We exchanged names and began to talk quite easily. As we chatted I began to think I was on to a good thing and this impression was encouraged by the heavy gold wedding band on her finger. I became so certain that the only question remaining was whether to make a date or to try for a fuck as soon as we were off the train. I was dressed in civvies so she had no idea I was in the army but on nearing our destination, when I mentioned that I was heading to the camp, her face lit up and she said happily, "My husband works there."

From the way that she said it, I assumed him to be one of the civilian outside workers so asked without real interest, "What does he do?"

"Ken works in the guardroom - he's called Connor. Do you know him."

Delectable though this girl was I just didn't want to know - the thought of getting on the wrong side of Cpl Connor scared me shitless. I mumbled admission of passing acquaintance with her husband and was considering my best line of escape when Sherry scribbled her telephone number on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. "I can't see you tonight but give me a ring tomorrow. We have a house in town and Ken is on duty all night tomorrow - it could be a lot of fun."

I hesitated. She was a superb piece of ass but was she worth exposing myself to the potential wrath of the psychopath from the guardroom. "I thought you looked like a man of action - you're not scared are you?" she taunted, her eyes laughing. "Ken's a pussycat and anyway he'll be safely out of the way all night."

Sherry shifted slightly on her seat giving me a further tantalising glimpse of thigh. I was weakening and on top of that it would give me a great deal of satisfaction to poke Cpl Connor's wife because I could not forget the day he had humiliated me in front of others. I still cringed at the memory of his furious face only inches from my own as he bellowed insults and jabbed me repeatedly in the chest with a stiff finger. I had seen it happen to others with the objective to provoke a retaliatory swing that would give an excuse to haul his victim back to a cell for a going over in private.

"OK - I am a bit nervous," I admitted. "From what I remember your husband is a lot bigger than me - I hate to think of him bursting in while we are getting to know each other."

"You mean while we're fucking?" she asked crudely and laughed. "That can't possibly happen because I've got an early warning system. The moment that he leaves the camp for any reason, someone will ring to let me know."

Naked she was slim and lithe with breasts that were very tasty although not over large. Every inch of her was tanned without the slightest trace of bra or bikini line, her skin that special golden colour only true blondes have. It was the only indication I had for there was not the slightest wisp of hair on her twat. I was rather shocked because I had never seen a totally denuded cunt before and for a moment I thought that the damn thing was grinning at me. Close up I decided that it was possibly the most delectably erotic sight I had ever seen with twin pink lips slightly parted and already moistened with passion dew. She was up for anything and everything but most of all she liked it in her, back or front it didn't much matter. Usually I am a master of self-control but more than once her frenetic body caused me to shoot too soon. When this happened she had a range of tricks such sticking her finger or even her tongue up my rectum, anything to get my old man back on duty in the fastest possible time. No one was allowed to rest on their laurels in Sherry's bed - not that we actually did it in bed all that much because I have never known a girl so inventive at finding different places to screw.

The girl was insatiable and eventually I had to beg for mercy asking, "Can we just lie quietly and talk for a while?"

"Can't stand the pace and I had you down as a super stud."

"You're too much for any one man - I reckon you could take on the whole camp," I said defensively.

"I am doing but only one at a time - I do it to infuriate Ken."

"You mean he knows," I asked.

"I make sure that he knows," she grinned. "I've told him that I will stop fucking around if he can catch me at it but he hasn't managed it yet - it's driving him crazy. I've heard what he gets up to on camp and I know why - he thinks that every man he sees on camp has had his cock up me. He may be correct as often as not but that's what makes him so vicious."

"You sound like you hate him."

"It's not hate - more contempt," she said thoughtfully. "I actually I rated him at one time. He was a big fit chap and I think the real reason that I married him was because we looked so good together. After the wedding he became preoccupied with himself, doing intensive training and taking steroids. It was the drugs that did it because the more he bulked the smaller his prick got until it wasn't worth talking about. I realised that Ken was a pillock when he started to spend more time looking in the mirror at himself than looking at me."

"So how many of my mess mates have you screwed?"

"That's what Ken asked me," she grinned. "One day he sat me down with a pad of paper and said that I had to write down the name of every man on the camp that I had been with. I just smiled sweetly at him and said, 'But Ken - it would be far easier to list the ones I haven't got round to yet.' He just ran upstairs and cried. I am pretty promiscuous but if I really shagged all the men that he thinks then my pussy would be permanently sore. After that he kept switching shifts and bursting in trying to catch me. Someone always rang to warn me but it was a bloody nuisance - so I managed to convince him that I only fucked other fellas on the same two nights of the week."

"How the dickens did you manage that?" I asked for something to say because she was going to tell me anyway.

"With what magicians call 'misdirection' using an invention of my own - I think of it as counterfeit cum. It's made mainly with egg white, a bit of cornflower and a tiny drop of washing up liquid. I put some into condoms and leave them in different places for him to find, floating in the toilet, under his pillow, down the bed where his feet will go and in waste paper baskets, particularly the one in the bedroom. Sometimes I use the stuff by itself to make a slimy mess where he lies in bed or in the dining room, on the carpet or settee. Other times I use the simulated semen to soak the crotch of my pants and then stuff them in the places that you would in a hurry. You ought to see him, he dashes into the house find all the evidence but no man and then trembles all over with frustration - it really is hilarious."

By now I was smiling broadly and this encouraged her to continue. "Living in a terrace house is the secret because he can only watch either front or back and can easily believe how my lovers have escaped. The real joke about all this condom rubbish is that I always fuck other men bareback." 

After that I went with Sherry quite a few times because she was such a good lay. The girl really enjoyed her sex but that became part of the trouble because after a while I got the feeling that it was her fucking me. Apart from that I decided that I enjoyed the conquest more than the actual sex,

After demobilisation I was unemployed for a couple of months but then, with the help of influence and forged qualifications, I got a job as trainee farm inspector for the Ministry of Health. After three months of 'back to school' instruction, for a short probationary period, I had to accompany an experienced man on his visits of inspection. Our first call was at a neat little farm and in my ignorance could see very little wrong with it. I was mistaken for my companion managed to find fault with everything, digging deep into the small print to find regulations that had been infringed in some way. I assumed that the Ministry must operate a policy of zero tolerance.

The next day we visited a much larger concern. Immediately on arrival I was left standing alone in the farmyard while my supervisor wandered out of sight with the farmer. Looking round I was pleased that my three months training had allowed me to spot several things that needed rectification but when the man in charge returned he said briskly, "Let's be off." I pointed out that we had not looked round to which he replied that with experience you got to know by instinct when there was a likelihood of finding anything wrong. Then faced with my continuing puzzlement he added, "This place is OK and besides which, the pub in the village serves gourmet food and some really excellent beer." We spent the whole afternoon indulging and were not presented with a bill when we left. I was starting to get the idea.

On my first day working solo I set out resolved to behave in a far more honourable manner but throughout life my principles have tended to crumble very easily. My first farm was generally satisfactory but the dairy equipment failed current regulations on several points and in addition was badly in need of maintenance. The only realistic option was complete replacement at significant capital cost. Composing a full list of faults, I lifted the lid to the milk processor expecting it to be still coated with residue from the last process. To my amazement the interior shone like new and lying on the bottom was a crisp £50 note. I did a quick check for watchers or hidden cameras and then the cash disappeared into my pocket. The farm was passed as being satisfactory but I did stipulate that all the dairy equipment needed to be cleaned to the standard of the separator before my next visit. 

The following week, on a filthy day, I spent the afternoon quaffing several wee drams of rare Scotch whiskey (the one with the peat smoke taste). I left with a full bottle of the stuff clutched in my grubby hand after signing the establishment off with a clean bill of health. The pattern was set. I was never as punitive as my teacher but the fact remains that if some are let off 'on consideration', to maintain the required tally of culprits caught, others must be made to fill up the numbers. As anyone who has been in the services knows, if required, the simple act of breathing can be made into an offence. 

Despite good intentions I was 'bent' right from the start so I am not sure whether the incident that follows was corruption or simply a red blooded reaction. The tiny farm or smallholding might have been lifted unchanged straight from the middle-ages. Not merely unhygienic it was down right squalid - and yet I could believe that the produce tasted like old people say food used to taste. Unusually the farmhouse was up a flight of stone steps with stables occupying the ground floor. A most disturbing woman in her late thirties opened the door to my knock. With long uncombed fair hair she could not be considered beautiful by any criteria but her face was strikingly sensual. I immediately realised that she was not wearing a bra as her large breasts and prominent nipples could be seen moving unfettered beneath the thin loose material of her dress. Her brown eyes met mine knowingly and with a small smile on her lips she shimmied her upper torso for my benefit. Having been inside the room for less than a minute, my prick was already displaying embarrassing signs of stiffness.




Other Men's Wives



Her husband had seen this little exchange but the expression that it brought to his face was sulky rather than annoyed. Possibly a year or two younger than his wife he was about my height but with a slimmer more wiry frame, however the muscles on his bare arms suggested that a life of manual labour had left him generally pretty fit. The woman, whose name I knew to be Marie, moved unnecessarily near to me while indicating that I should sit down and during this moment of close proximity I was assailed by her scent. Owing nothing to commercial artifice the smell was of warm female flesh spiced with a hint of the aroma from between her legs and carried upon a mixture of fresh bread, onions, hay and horse manure. My head began to pound with desire. Dropping my gaze to avoid her laughing eyes I saw for the first time that beneath the floor length peasant skirt, her feet were unshod and urgently in need of a wash. 

"Pour our guest a mug of tea Tom," Marie ordered imperiously but then in a different tone accompanied by a coquettish wink, assured me that they had just brewed up. The mug that he handed to me was not exactly clean but the tea was the best I had ever tasted and I wondered what I had missed in a lifetime of using tea-bags. Everything that the woman said had some level of innuendo while her husband grew more and more surly. If we had been alone, with this encouragement, I would have come on strong. However in the presence of a husband who was obviously unhappy with the situation and might possibly be able to beat the shit out of me, I felt that prudence was called for. Purely as a defensive measure, I studied the heavy dark wood beams from which hams, herbs and such hung in abundance but Marie was not prepared to let me get away with this for long and lifted her foot to rest on my knee. Startled I glanced down to find myself looking down a long tanned leg to be faced with the inescapable fact that a bra was not the only item of underwear that she had neglected to wear.

This was too much. I jumped unsteadily to my feet muttering that had had to get started. Marie immediately said she would accompany me but I protested saying that I usually conducted inspections walking round by myself. "This place can be dangerous if you're not used to it," she said, blatantly admitting that the farm contravened at least the safety part of the Health and Safety regulations. At the door she asked me to hang on while she put on some shoes then crouched in front of me to do so. Looking down I had a perfect view of her lush ripe breasts and the uniform tan told me that the farm gave opportunity for sun-bathing au naturelle. I shall never know how I managed to walk stiff legged down those steps without falling.

When Tom started to follow us across the yard, Marie pointedly asked him if he hadn't got anything to do, reinforcing the question with the assurance that she was capable of showing me round without his help. Her husband winced at her words but doggedly insisted that he would tag along. He was only causing extra torment to himself because his presence did not inhibit her at all. Most of the doorways were very narrow and at every one Marie found reason to squeeze past me. On one such occasion, as I luxuriated in the feel of her tits against my chest, very deliberately she grasped my cock and gave it a squeeze, looking into my eyes as she did so and pushing the pink tip of her tongue tantalisingly between her lips. Guiltily I glanced at Tom hoping that he hadn't noticed but he was watching like a hawk, not missing a thing. At the next doorway she reversed and pushed past with her back to me but half way she stopped and rubbed her hot buttocks up and down against my erection. Had I been taking notes the whole damn place needed to be condemned but my mind was consumed by lust, fanned by Marie's provocative behaviour and only tempered by her husband's malevolent eyes boring into me.

By the time we started to return to the farmhouse I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was going to fuck her. The trouble was that Tom knew it too. At the bottom of the steps he crowded up beside us provoking Marie to tell him sternly, "The boar needs putting with Connie. That's your job for this afternoon - hadn't you better get on with it. "

Tom reddened and muttered, "I'll do that tomorrow."

"You'll do it today and tomorrow as well for insurance. The sow is ready now and I don't want to miss the chance of her conceiving - and if the stupid animal can't get it in by himself then you better give him a hand," she ordered. Her husband slumped and turned quickly away, I think to hide the tears in his eyes. We watched him trudge half way across the yard then Marie hoisted her skirt above her waist and preceded me up the stairs, the round globes of her buttocks swaying temptingly and with my eyes fixed on the tuft of brown hair showing between her thighs. As she opened the door I tore my eyes away and looked back to see Tom standing at the corner of a building unhappily watching us. "I don't know what has got into my husband today," she said laughing. "He usually loves to see the animals screwing - you might say that it's his hobby." 

I didn't reply because she knew damn well that Tom was bothered by what was going to get into her - and just at that moment I felt a small twinge of pity for him. Lacking response, Marie said gaily, "Enough of him, I've got something to show you inside that will need a lot of really close inspection," and immediately we were through the door she put her words into action by peeling the dress over her head and throwing it casually to one side. She walked to the kitchen table, turned to perch with her buttocks on the edge and then spread her legs as wide as they would go. I ran forward fumbling with my zip, feeling that if I did not release my cock quickly it would burst through the material of my jeans. Marie had placed her juicy cunt at exactly the right level allowing my rigidly stiff prick to plunge home like an arrow shot from a bow.

After such a sexual build-up I challenge anybody to exercise their usual self control. Very quickly I realised that I would be unable to hold back to enjoy the long shag that I had hoped. Marie seemed aware of this and when my breathing quickened she whispered urgently in my ear, I want you to squirt it down my throat." It needed an iron will to pull out and step back but Marie was in action just a split second behind me, dropping on her knees and engulfing my cock deep within her mouth just in time to swallow to torrent of hot semen bursting forth from my balls.

If felt bloody marvellous but at the same time I had a sense of disappointment that it was all over so quickly. But Marie continued to suck long after she had milked the last bit of spunk out of my wilting member. She started doing unimaginably nice things with her tongue and her hands were teasingly active, tickling and squeezing, with the result that I felt a surge of new life in my dick exceedingly quickly. I pulled her down beside me on the rug, swivelling round to get my head between her legs and satisfying a craving that had started when her dirty foot had rested revealingly on my knee. My expectation was more than satisfied. Her cunt may not have been as ripe as Maude's memorable hole but it was far more basic than any found on my many intervening women. My idea of heaven would be to lie thus for ever, lapping that intimate nectar into eternity.

Despite the fact that I made her cum with my tongue, Marie had other ideas, making it plain that she wanted me to mount her again then, as I slid inside her she urged, "Make it good. Give me the kind of fucking I deserve Mr Inspector Man." I was far from loath to comply and we started to shag with gusto. The woman was pure raw unadulterated sex and that was even before we heard the noise from the pigpens. The sound was a long high pitched squeal and had I not known better would have assumed that the unfortunate animal was having its throat cut. This auditory evidence of pig passion inspired Marie to frantic action, grinding herself against me with legs locked around my waist and fingernails scoring bloody tracks across my back. The orgasm when it came was bigger by an order of magnitude than any before experienced by a woman lying under me and the decibel count of her cries exceeded even those of that young satisfied sow. It has to be put on record that this was the best fuck of my life. It ended then because unable to resist the rhythmic grip of her vaginal muscles my cum gushed out to fill her thirsting cunt. 

As we lay resting in post coital euphoria Marie would keep talking about Tom when I would have preferred to leave her husband well out mind. "He's an odd sort of guy," she said. I recently caught him tossing off Rex the boar. Tom claimed that he was doing a feasibility study on artificial insemination which seemed reasonable except that it doesn't explain why he had to take his own clothes off to do it and anyway, he likes watching animals fuck too much to want a different system. I used to like watching as well until I got too envious seeing those magnificent cocks at work. Sometimes I think that I could be tempted - if we had a big hound then I just might give it a try but somehow I just don't fancy the sheepdog."

"Wouldn't your husband have something to say about that," I had to ask even though half guessing the answer.

"He doesn't have much to say about anything when I have set my mind to it. Actually I think he'd like it - he'd certainly prefer for me to have animal cocks up me rather than the human variety."

I was about to ask another question on this theme when the returning sound of Tom's boots returning across the yard galvanised me into action. I scrambled into my jeans and was hastily buttoning my short as he started to slowly climb the steps. Marie got up of the rug as well but stood holding the dress loosely in her hand. The poor bugger actually felt obliged to knock on the door. "You can come in Tom," she told him sweetly leaving the 'we've finished' part of the sentence unsaid. It was not until he had entered the room and seen her nakedness that she let the dress fall casually over her head. "How did it go? Did our Rex make her little piggy heart pound with passion? Did his stiff prick make her squirm with pleasure?" Marie asked, the questions being a very obvious allusion for what we had been doing. When her husband, painfully aware of the parallel, gazed mutely at the floor she went on "Of course I do know the answer because little Connie's squeals of pleasure carried all the way up here." Left unspoken was the question, 'Could my squeals of pleasure be heard down there?' From Tom's face I knew that they could.

Even though I had thoroughly enjoyed the sex without being troubled by conscience I now felt awkward in the presence of her husband. There had been an extra kick to fucking her knowing that he hated it so much but I could not help feeling somewhat sorry for the poor sod - especially with her being so determined to rub his nose it. For these reasons and because there was nothing to keep me, I made my excuses and left. I gave the farm a clean bill of health. I don't honestly know if this was corruption because no deal had been struck or even suggested and the whole encounter had been passed of as being the spontaneous result of mutual physical attraction. In contrast, a few weeks later sex was specifically offered as inducement for me to turn a blind eye.

Even approaching this farm I could see that it was badly run down and the first thing that met my eyes in the farm yard was a very old decrepit tractor with much of the engine dismantled and lying on the ground underneath. The farmer I placed as being nearly sixty. He was a tall thin man with exhausted worried features. His wife was sitting on a chair in front of him, incongruously with the upper part of her dress undone displaying bra-covered breasts that had seen better days. She had a very careworn face but one that still bore signs of one time prettiness. I estimated her to be around fifty years old but she might conceivably have been quite a bit younger. The woman was uncomfortably aware of the revealing state of her attire and kept automatically pulling the edges of the dress together, only to remember and again open her chest to my eyes before gripping the arms of the chair hard. The farmer coughed to attract my attention and I was surprised to find that there were tears in his eyes.

"The farm is in a bad way, I can't deny that but if you close it down it will be the end of us," he said. "We wondered if you could be prevailed upon not to submit an adverse report. I have no money to offer you but..." At this point he paused and had to control his voice before continuing, "But Marie my wife will entertain you this afternoon while I go into town." Having made the offer his hands fell to grip her shoulders reassuringly but with knuckles showing white. Marie tried to look coy but I could read the terror in her eyes. The man had spoken with dignity - or as much dignity as there can be when prostituting the cunt of a much loved wife. It had to be their last recourse in face of total disaster.

Despite possible impressions to the contrary I am not a complete bastard. I didn't fancy the woman (although I have been with some real dogs in my time and could have squeezed some pleasure out of her body) but the plight of the couple having reached me; I had no intention of condemning their farm. The trouble was that I could not leave them knowing that the let off was due to pity and nor could I let my rejection of the wife's charms impugn her desirability. "I'd love to," I said, "- but unfortunately I only called to say that I have a suspected case of BSE that I need check out immediately. I'll have to sign the farm off for now and possibly I might take up your offer at the next inspection in four years - but perhaps you will have corrected any outstanding faults by then." The look of relief on their faces put me on top of the world and that feeling lasted until the weekend when, nursing a stiff prick with nowhere to stick it, I cursed myself for being a cavalier fool.

I had it made. My salary was good, the work was easy and imbued a 'God complex', and there were the unofficial gratuities and plenty of chances for the other - so why did I muck it all up? If you must know I broke the primary rule of the profligate - the one about not defecating in front of your own portal.

My immediate boss Henry was the large, taciturn, self contained type. I liked the guy well enough in passing but for longer proximity I quickly ran out of things to say, the lack of common interests making prolonged conversation difficult. Soon after getting the job I heard that he had a much younger wife - someone said that she was more than twenty years his junior. Consequently I was looking forward to her promised appearance at the Xmas party but she failed to materialise. One morning I was sitting at my desk getting through the customary paperwork before setting out to do an inspection, when an absolute vision entered the office and walked towards me. She had the face of an angel framed by very blonde curly hair. Her tight fitting bodice clung like a second skin and was cut to reveal breasts that were mouth- wateringly ripe. The flimsy skirt was only micro length and swayed above acres of golden leg leading down to high heeled sandals. I think that my mouth dropped open in the classical cartoon manner. Our eyes met and she turned her head when passing my desk so that our gaze remained locked until the last possible moment. From the way that she marched into Henry's office without knocking I knew that she was a relative but almost certainly had to be his daughter.

My work done I should have left the office but hung about hoping for another glimpse of that fantasy figure. I was rewarded when Henry brought her to my desk to say, "I don't think that you have met my wife Lauren." Lost for words I just stuck out my hand. Lauren did not speak either but the look that her brown eyes sent me made my toes curl.

Now there was no question of leaving the office until I had seen her again. I was pretty sure that there was something there for me if only I could manufacture the opportunity. For the next twenty minutes I sat working out different stupid plans that might give the chance to speak to her alone. So engrossed in these mental machinations was I that I failed to hear her leave Henry's private office and did not know she was there until those gorgeous legs went past my desk - I think on the way to the loo. A few steps in front of my desk she stopped and then bent right over, pretending to adjust the strap on her shoe. She was wearing a brief white thong - and believe me, there was virtually nothing left to the imagination. I swear that but for the presence of pants the erection that the sight of her nether regions caused must have lifted my desk at least a foot from the ground. My obvious opportunity was to intercept her as she returned. I sat prepared but nearing my desk she gave me the look again and ran her tongue lasciviously over her lips. The resultant tornado of desire that overcame me destroyed any ability to chat and by the time that I had recovered my senses, Lauren was once more ensconced with her husband. 

I feared that when she again left the office Henry would escort her past my desk precluding any chance of speaking to her. With this in mind I gathered my stuff and went out to the car but only drove as far as a lay-by some 100 yards from the car park. Once there I waited, keeping a constant scrutiny in my rear-view mirror. Sure enough after ten minutes a small red sports car convertible with the hood down turned out of the car park and headed along the road towards me. I had hoped that a wave would encourage her to stop or failing that, I intended to pull out and follow her. Both plans seemed doomed to failure because, at the first opportunity, Lauren must have floored the accelerator for she hurtled past like a bat out of hell. In desperation I tried to follow but with a sinking heart because I had no chance of keeping up if she maintained that speed. She must have noticed me in her mirror because suddenly and unexpectedly she slowed right down. After closing up behind, I saw her eyes in the mirror and I do believe that I saw her smile.

I had expected her to stop when opportunity arose but she kept going at a steady pace, although checking after every roundabout and intersection that I was still behind her. Eventually she pulled down the drive of a large house and I turned in behind. Getting out of the car I found her smiling broadly at me. "Now whatever can have brought you this way kind Sir," she asked.

My mind filled with possibilities, just the sight of her combined with her forthright manner left me rather tongue-tied. "Back at the office we didn't get a chance to speak and I would rather like to talk to you," I stuttered.

My ineptitude seemed to amuse her. "If that's all you want," she grinned. "I must warn you that I do like to do my chatting lying down."

A touch of the old repartee snapped in. "Lying where?" I queried. "On the grass, on the floor or even on the kitchen table?"

"Anywhere at a pinch but preferably on a nice soft bed," Lauren told me bluntly. 

Like an eager puppy, I followed her down a dark hall and up a wide curved staircase. I had expected to be taken to one of potentially many guest rooms but we finished up in what was obviously the master bedroom because a jacket that I recognised as one of Henry's was hanging on the back of a chair. This knowledge checked me and I mumbled, "Is it wise to...you know....here?"

I think that Lauren was laughing at my scruples. "Henry knows that I fuck around," she shrugged. "- he also knows that he has to put up with it if he wants to keep me."




Other Men's Wives



My already eager prick stiffened further at this information - it was the old cuckold kick again. Lauren was not unaware of the twitch in my groin. "You're quite a guy in the hot looks department - I only hope you've got something between your legs to back it up," she purred. "Wanna show me?"

Did I just? Next moment we were in each other arms kissing and grasping. I had my cock out but apart from that, for the first fuck we did not remove any item of clothing bar one. I have become quite adept at pushing the crotch of knickers aside but for some reason the thong she was wearing didn't work like that. I got quite frustrated before Lauren said, "Down boy - let me get rid of this before you do one of us some kind of injury." In a flash she removed the offending item of underwear and lay back on the bed with her legs spread invitingly wide.

The fragrance wafting to my nostrils from her slit was pure essence of woman and I found it impossible to keep my mouth away. More than any other female before or since, I belief that her velvet depths contained the elixir of life and I would have been content to spend eternity letting it distil drop by drop upon my tongue. Lest you think I am idealising this delightful creature, let me add that she had a really filthy mouth. Every time that her orgasm began to build, Lauren displayed an extensive obscene vocabulary - I knew all the words but had never heard them joined together in one sentence before. There was an undoubted extra kick hearing such depravity issuing from between those lovely lips.

When we had regained our breath, Lauren said that refreshments were in order and suggested that I make myself comfortable while she brought some drinks so, as soon as she left the room; I removed my clothes and then lay somewhat self consciously on the bed. We were certainly on the same wavelength because when she returned carrying a tray holding two glasses, she was delightfully naked except for her high heeled sandals. Her body was pure perfection right down to the nest of true blonde hair softly enclosing her mound.

We laying facing, holding our glasses, with each unashamedly studying the others body. Both of us knew that was had already occurred was a mere preliminary. "You say that your husband knows that you take lovers?" I prompted.

"I can't say about that," she grinned, "But he does know that I let other men fuck me."

"Doesn't he mind?"

"Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't but I've got him convinced that I do it for him."

"How did you manage that?" I asked finding this hard to believe.

Lauren giggled. "It's quite a long story" she said. "Henry is a nice man. He's got status, a big house, quite a lot of money and I am seriously fond of him so it made sense to get married - he was quite a catch. But he's a hell of a lot older than me. I reckon that he could satisfy a woman with an average sex drive the same age as himself but he's got no chance with me - I've always been hungry for lots of cock, the bigger the better. So from just after the wedding I started getting what I need elsewhere. For just over three years everything was OK but then he found out. I thought that was the end of everything but fortunately he's absolutely besotted with me."

"I can understand him forgiving you but how did you get his permission to keep on screwing around?"

"That's the clever bit - I think it possibly helped doing psychology at university," she told me happily. "When he asked why I had cheated on him I told him straight it was because he was not giving me enough. Of course he protested that he could, promising to make love every single night it that was what I needed. 'I know you can my love but I daren't let you' I told him.

I pointed out that he had suffered pains in his chest and hinted that I forced myself to go with other men rather than take the risk of losing him. I don't think that he really believed this but it let him agree to me continuing my promiscuous ways without it hurting his pride. His only condition was that I should be discreet."

"I don't think that fucking me in his bed exactly being discreet," I objected.

Lauren gave a self-satisfied chuckle. "There is a reason for that too. Henry generally does it in the old missionary position, just poking away until he gets off and that does nothing for me. I began to notice that whenever he thought I had been with someone else, he got a lot more adventurous as if it excited him - so now; whenever I want to spark him up I leave lots of clues around.

In some ways, Lauren reminded me of Sherry but I'm pleased to say that there was more of her to get my teeth into. She enjoyed sex equally as much but was happy to savour our bodies enmeshed together in far fewer permutations. Then, when an explosion in my loins did knock me temporarily out of the combat, rather than physical intervention, she got me quickly aroused again by sensuously describing in graphic detail what we were going to do next. At the end, even though I knew that my weapon was completely empty, I still had the greatest difficulty dragging myself from her bed,. 

The next morning I parked my car and walked into work actually whistling. I had barely sat down at my desk when Henry was standing there saying, "A word in my office, if you please."

I stood and smirked at his retreating cuckold back before starting to follow him. In the office I shut the door behind me as ordered and then stood trying to keep my face straight while he subjected me to a long fathomless look. "I will be obliged if you would give me your resignation," he said finally in a very cold voice. "Then you can clear your desk and I will escort you off the premises personally."

"Why should I?" I blustered, completely shocked by this development. 

"You know very well - or have you some innocent explanation why your car was parked outside my house yesterday afternoon when according to schedule you should have been at Waytree farm in the opposite direction."

"Actually I have a very good explanation," I mumbled, trying desperately to think what it might be.

"Don't lie. You should know that I spoke to Lauren last night and she was very frank with me," he said. "Do you still deny that you had sex with my wife?"

I shook my head in what was intended as a humble manner but then some perverse imp prompted me to say gratuitously, "Four times actually." It was pretty certain that Henry had not managed to get it up more than twice in one afternoon for a great number of years so I had the satisfaction at seeing him wince on hearing this information but it hardly helped my case. 

"Then here is your resignation already typed up. All you have to do is sign it."

"I'm not signing and you can't make me," I stated categorically. "The fact that that I poked your wife when she was more than willing has no bearing on my work and therefore cannot be a sacking offence. From what Lauren told me, other men have been giving her one for years. She said that you knew and were happy to go along with it. Do you want everybody to know that - because they will if you try to make this a reason for dismissal?" I was ready to fight dirty to keep my job. As previously stated, it was a dream of a job but I had another new reason for keeping it. You see Lauren and I had worked out a code so that she could ring me at work to tell me when she was available. I had come whistling to work anticipated many long future afternoons screwing the most luscious passionately enthusiastic bed-mate that I had had for ages.

"It's not a matter of dismissal but whether or not you go to prison. You either resign with no questions asked or I order a re-inspection of all the farms that you have signed off with a clean bill of health. You should know that corruption attracts the most severe penalties."

Come off it," I snarled. "You're at it too - everybody is. If I go down, you go down with me."

Henry smiled thinly at me. "Unfortunately for you that is not the case. Your colleagues and myself have enough experience to cover our tracks but you have acted with stupid bravado. In fact, had this unpleasantness not arisen, I intended to hint this week that you ought to make your unorthodox activities a trifle less blatant."

Totally defeated I signed. To be honest I could see old Henry's point of view - it must be bad enough knowing that your wife is getting fucked by all and sundry without one of the guys who is giving her a length sitting grinning at you every day. From this point my life stopped following a recognisable sequence so I am unsure if the various incidents that I am about to relate happen in their true chronological order. The following encounter sticks in my memory due to its very bizarre nature and it still makes me smile whenever I think of it.

I was in a popular pick-up joint on a Friday evening - this was my favourite time for hunting as a great many wives are let off the leash by their husbands on that night. A rather striking woman attracted my eye. I guessed her to be in her early thirties but it was mainly her attire that drew my attention. She was dressed completely in black leather - very short skirt, black bra partly covered by a brief bolero type jacket and on her feet she had exceedingly high-heeled shoes. That said she had lovely legs, nice tits with plenty on display and her face was a very long way from being unattractive. I was intrigued by the fact that she also seemed to be studying me so raised my glass as an opening gesture. It turned out to be game set and match because the female took this as enough encouragement to walk straight over. "Are you looking for a fuck?" she asked.

Now this was a very up front place but I had never before met a tart who laid it on the line quite so bluntly. "Aren't we all," I told her with some caution in case this was just a wind-up.

"Either you are or you aren't," she said shortly. "I'm in a hurry so, if you don't want to do the business just say so that I can find someone who does."

I quickly set her mind at rest and she smiled for the first time. On the way I asked where she wanted to go offering the alternative of my flat or a motel. "I'm taking you back to my place," she said and this started alarm bells ringing in my head with thoughts of falling victim to the old badger game. Asking who else would be at 'her place' did not solve the problem because she just said simply, "My husband." This caused me to again push the idea of a motel, jokingly explaining that I was not too keen on doing it when possibly irate husbands were around. "Don't worry about Tim," she laughed. "He's very tied up this evening and I can guarantee that he won't bother us. 

Vivian (call me Viv) took me to a private house and the fact that it was completely in darkness went a long way to reassure me. Immediately inside the front door I tried to grapple with her but she firmly pushed me away saying, "Not here." She did switch on a downstairs light but we reached the top of the stairs in semi-darkness and as I preceded her along the landing I had to grope in front of me. I was one pace inside the destination bedroom before she deigned to provide illumination but as she hit the switch I was staggered by the tableau revealed in front of me.

In the centre of the room was a very large heavy wooden bed and speadeagled vertically across the very high bed head was a naked gagged man with his arms and feet bound to the bed uprights. Most incongruous of all was the tiny gold bell attached to the end of his prick. His eyes like mine took time to adjust to the light (his more so) but when his vision cleared I recognised a look of horror in his eyes as he stared at me. "Dave, I want you to meet Tim my husband. Please excuse him not welcoming you because as you see he is incapable of speech at the moment." Viv certainly had not been exaggerating when she said that her husband was 'tied up'.

"What's going on?" I mumbled but my words were drowned out by the creaking of the bed and guttural throat sounds as Tim made frantic efforts to escape. Unfortunately for him the movement of his agitated body caused the tiny bell to tinkle. Without a word Vivian plucked a slim wooden cane from a wall rack and walking behind the top of the bed, calmly gave her husband two hefty thwacks across his bare arse. Then looking at me she invited, "He's earned three - do you want to give him the last one?" Mutely I declined only to see her inflict a third stripe with even more viciousness than she had executed the first two. 

Her action had drawn my attention to the walls. The room contained no other furniture except the bed but on two walls there racks containing items pertaining to both sexual activity and torture. There was a selection of canes in a range of thickness and a range of dildoes covering every size and colour. There were handcuffs, whips and items that I can only describe as ticklers. Oh yes - there were also gags of different types and things that must have been some kind of penile attachment, the exact purpose of which I dare not imagine. My immediate reaction was to exit stage left at speed and had not Vivian almost magically discarded her clothing then I might have done so. I was gazing at her lush body entranced but still fighting the urge for flight when she said, "Get your kit off and perch on the other side of the of the bed while I explain - you deserve to know what this is all about."

That decided me. Apart from the prospect of a rather piquant sexual experience, this was a story that I just had to hear. When I was sitting comfortably (as they say) she began. "After a number of years our sex life got pretty dull but I had noticed that Tim got a lot more spark if he was restrained and sometimes blindfolded while I did things to him. So we started doing a bit of bondage and that's when we bought the first pairs of handcuffs. The trouble with that stuff is that what is exciting to start with gets dull with repetition so there is need for constant escalation. After a while we invested in this bed and did the room out specially. Of the things on the walls I have used all the dildoes, a couple of cane and some other things but most of what you see is only there for atmosphere."

At this point Viv bent one leg and swivelled round more fully to face me and this action caused a tantalising sliver of pink to show through the sparse hairs on her twat. Up to that point I had been feasting my eyes on her luscious ripe dark-nippled tits but now I decorously lowered my gaze - needing to swallow hard to rid my mouth of a sudden excess of saliva. "The routine was that Tim would be secured as he is now but without the gag," she continued. "I lay in front of him and told him stories. My job was to get him aroused and he had to try to resist. When I win (I always do), he gets some stripes of the cane but sometimes I give him a good tickling instead. At first I used to tell him that I would like go with other women, men with big cocks and big black men - saying what I would like to do to them and what I wanted them to do to me. It got so that I had to pretend that I had really done it, always starting my stories by saying, 'I want to confess something that happened this week while you were at work." 

A slight smile played round her lips as she went on. "A few weeks ago I started leaving him tied up in the dark for an hour. When I went back I'd pretend my girlfriend had just called or that that black video man just knocked on the door. I'd say, 'I expect you could hear what we did on the settee but if not I better tell you'. At first these stories used to drive him frantic and it convinced me that he was hoping that it had happened for real. After a while though he couldn't persuade himself that I wasn't lying and the effect wore off. I knew I had to move up another notch and the only way to do that was to really be fucked by another man. Last week I got Tim tied to the bed, tarted myself up and went back to tell him that I was going out to get laid. I said to expect me when he saw me and then I went out leaving him in the dark. I visited a night-club that's known as the local knocking shop but after twelve years of faithful marriage I found that I had lost my nerve. It was two hours before I let myself be picked up by a rather dishy guy. We did it in the back of his car. His cock was so much bigger than Tim's and I had never dreamed that sex could feel so good. I was with him for over an hour and would have liked to go on all night but I was worried about my husband being left tied to the bed for so long."

As she told this last part of the story that little bell started to tinkle provoking Viv to dash behind the bed to administer a couple more sharp thwacks with the cane. This caused a resentment in me towards the tied up spouse because when she sat again I no longer had such a delectable view of her cunt. "I was really buzzing when I got home," she said with eyes sparkling. "I thought it was going to blow Tim's mind when I told him - just like it had mine. He was a bit keener with having been left in the dark for so long but right from the start I knew he thought I was making it all up again. That's why you're here - I know that Tim will not believe until he sees it happen with his own eyes."

For the first time I looked at her husband, perhaps expecting a nod of confirmation but what I saw shocked me. Tim's eyes contained such a look of abject panic that I knew without a shadow of doubt that Viv was badly mistaken - her husband might thoroughly enjoy pretending he had an unfaithful wife but he was also desperate that it should not be a reality. Not that this insight made any difference to me. Looked at logically, Pandora's box had already been open before I came on the scene - having once experienced real male meat inside her, Viv was unlikely to ever again be satisfied simply pandering to her pathetic husbands petty perversions. Whether I backed off or not poor Tim was inevitably going to be forced to watch a succession of male organs exploring his lovely wife's inner regions. 

Feeling that Tim had been kept in suspense long enough, I initiated the action and we quickly got down to business. It started with the usual foreplay stuff, some deep tongue kissing, then me sucking her tits, I had a nice little lap between her legs and finished by giving Timmy a good look at my cock deep in her mouth. While this was going on her husband was rocking the bed as he wildly flung himself around as if hoping to break free from his bonds by pure physical effort. Eventually we reached the main event. From the position of her husband's head, I knew that if I simply lay on top of her he would not see much and it seemed important that I should put on a good show for him. With this in mind I got Vivian on hands and knees at just the right angle with me kneeling behind her. While manoeuvring her into position, she quickly got the idea and complied happily.

With my cock head just touching the lips of her eager cunt, I glanced over my shoulder once more at Tim. He had abandoned his efforts to escape and his body was now completely at rest, except for the tinkling of that infernal bell. I met his eyes to find them filled with mute appeal. He should have been appealing to my cock - but that organ has notoriously little conscience in situations like this. Very slowly and deliberately, I slid my throbbing nine inches deep inside his wife's willing hole. 

That is a known deep penetration position and I doubt if Viv had ever had so much cock inside her. Combine that with taking it in front of her husband for the first time and it is easy to see why her body gave a great shudder and she started to cum immediately. I heard a strangled cry and glanced towards the bed-head where the sight of her husband's bulging eyes made me wonder if he was in the process of dying from apoplexy. Honestly, Viv was primed for it, probably after years of frustration. She cried and she screamed and she begged me to give her more and more. She kept cumming and cumming. The power of some climaxes was such that her whole body twitched violently. It was like riding a bucking bronco and had my cock not been embedded so deeply inside her I could easily have been thrown off.




Other Men's Wives



I would have liked to go on tupping that one all night but I knew that I was only there to provide a kind of demonstration. So once I had shot my load the show was over for me and I prepared to leave. Vivian was just collapsed in a heap and breathing heavily. I hoped that when I had gone she would give Tim a well deserved thrashing because at one point during the shag I had been tempted to tear the gold bell off his dick and ram it up his arse. He was just hanging loose from his restraints but I could tell from the hatred in his eyes that he was not dead. A white sticky mass was slowly trickling down his left leg (and the bell would need washing), so I knew that he had got something out of the experience. I didn't tell Viv that I was leaving but at the door I paused and gave Tim an exaggerated bow before closing it after me. I didn't hear him applaud.

I have fond memories of another 'home visit' with some similarities to the one described above. At that time I drove a rather neat two-seater sports job with the bucket seats not dissimilar from those in a racing car. It was fine for my image but sod all use as a passion-wagon - giving a simple blow-job could land a woman with permanent back injury. This particular night I had picked up a real doll and was panting to get into her. We went to the only two motels that didn't involve a twenty mile drive but both were full due to a local golf tournament. I also ought to mention that it was pissing down. "There's nothing else for it - I shall just have to take you home with me," Kathy said in the end.

From the way that she said that I felt that this was a last resort, so I asked her if there was any snag. "Only because my husband is at home and he won't be expecting us," she said, and then, before I could voice any objection she went on quickly, "Don't worry. He's quite used to me fucking around and won't cause any trouble." 

I accepted this for a moment or two but then something about what she had said started to bother me, so I asked, "If you take other men home with you, why the hell have we been driving round trying to get into motels?"

"I don't take men home - you are the first," she explained. "Harry knows that I'm not faithful to him but he likes to pretend to himself that I still am." I had to grin at this and began to look forward to meeting this husband who was in for a rude awakening.

As Kathy ushered me through the front door of her house a male stepped out of the front room into the hall. "You're back early," he said happily. "I'm...." but the words died in his throat as he saw me. 

He was about my height with a mild pleasant face - the kind of guy that you can easily imagine changing the baby, washing the dishes or pushing the trolley in a supermarket. I stepped towards him and stuck out my hand saying breezily, "Hi - you must be Harry. I'm Dave."

By reflex action he shook my hand but his eyes were on his wife. "What's he here for," he asked.

"Don't be silly Harry - you know very well what he's here for," Kathy said firmly. "Now lets all go through, you can pour us a drink and we can all behave in a civilised manner."

Harry grudgingly allowed me into the room but then said obstinately, "This isn't right Kath, I know what you do when you go out but for my own peace of mind I pretend that you have only gone to your sisters. I can't do that if you bring men back here."

"Didn't you agree two years ago that I was entitled to have a decent sized prick up me once a week," she demanded.

"Yes I agreed to that but I didn't agree that it could happen here." 

"So, just for you peace of mind you want me to do it in some park, catch my death of cold and risk getting gang raped by a load of rampant black men into the bargain?" 

"I didn't say that," he protested.

"Well then - all the motels are full so that leaves nowhere but here." Kathy concluded triumphantly. Harry conceded unhappily and poured three glasses of wine - that isn't my favourite tipple but I said nothing. The three of us sat drinking and going through the motions. He said nothing at all. Several times I found him staring at me but whenever I glanced that way he averted his gaze. Kathy said very little more - however I guessed that the rather smug smile on her face was in the knowledge that she was creating a precedent. I did try to make a modicum of conversation but it was hard making polite small talk with a man whose wife I was eager to hump. 

Eventually to my great relief she stood and said, "Time for bed I think," then, to her husband she murmured, "You will have to make do with the settee love. I'll leave you a pillow and some blankets at the top of the stairs." 

Very eagerly I went with Kathy out of the room, rather miffed to find her husband tagging along behind. Then suddenly at the bottom of the stairs Harry reversed his previous position by blurting out, "Can I watch?"

Kathy gave a rather forced laugh and said, "Don't be silly - men don't like having a spectator when they are doing what we intend to do."

"He can watch as far as I am concerned," I offered. "I know that I've got nothing to be ashamed of." This tipped the balance because she nodded permission for him to accompany us upstairs.

So as a threesome we trooped into the bedroom but once there Kathy had second thoughts stating that although Harry had permission to stay in the bedroom, she wasn't happy to have him see her having sex with me. "You can lie on the floor at the bottom of the bed," she stipulated, "I don't mind you listening but you mustn't watch." 

Kathy and I stripped off and got to it, performing our carnal dance on top of the covers and with the benefit of full illumination. It was a long session because she was insatiable - I try to tell myself that this was due to my personal magnetism but objectively have to concede that, allowed only one good shag a week, she was probably equally eager with all her other pick-ups. Throughout the three hours of fucking and other sexual activity I kept constantly glimpsing a pair of tormented eyes peering furtively over the bottom of the bed and this provided the extra spice that I so enjoy. Eventually we reached a point where, frankly getting weary, I decided that I should aim for a grandstand finale. With this in mind I started to play her like a musical instrument, pulling all the tricks I know, gradually building her up and up and up. When her climax came it was a lulu. Now I doubt if poor Harry had ever heard her cum but if he had it was certainly not of this magnitude. Her thrashing and squeals and lewd pleas that I should 'fill her to the brim with my spunk' drew poor hubby's head above the parapet out of sheer curiosity and once exposed I caught his eye and held it. For a long moment I read his agony and he felt my triumph then, slowly and deliberately I winked at him. His face went bright crimson and he wilted like an overheated candle out of sight below the level of the bed. The pure poetry of that instant caused me to shoot my final load - my pumping loins synchronising beautifully with the tail end of her orgasm.

For quite a long period of my life I responded to the 'Will you fuck my wife' graffiti on toilet walls and the same message more tactfully phrased in contact magazine advertisements. A great number of the women were real slags but a surprising number turned out to be surprisingly attractive. The main drawback was that their men were far too happy about it when I do like the cuckold husbands to suffer at least some degree of angst. I also did not care for the way that these husbands expected to enjoy an amount of involvement themselves. One guy intrusively got his head in position to try licking my prick while I was actually shafting his wife and then, to make matters worse, the moment that I shot my load, he almost elbowed me aside in his eagerness to lap my cum from her soppy cunt. It was that incident which stopped me finding women that way. 

The next story illustrates a rather sneaky side to my nature and comes from a period when I was going through a rather hard time. Once again I had found myself unemployed with no references, (why do I have this predilection for shagging my boss's wife?) I had managed to get a one nights employment working as a waiter at a society do - and that shows just how low I had sunk. Anyway, by the end of the evening I had pulled this married titled tart called Lady Cristobel and she saw me all right for sex for quite a while. Now most upper class women are very horsey but some are utterly lovely and Krista slotted very firmly into the latter category. She was not all that well stacked in the tits department but she had the most delectable twat and at times her hips were positively pneumatic. The other good thing about this girl was that she always picked up the tab whatever we did and this was a dire necessity given the state of my finances.

There has to be a snag to everything and this one was that she regarded me as nothing more than her 'bit of rough' - she treated me as if I was pig ignorant and it seemed that in her eyes my only merit was the muscle between my legs. Granted that I thoroughly enjoyed humping her to heaven and back but an underlying resentment on my part permeated the whole relationship. Eventually my pride reasserted itself (aided by a nice little win on the horses) and I decided to get out. Krista had always zipped us about in a recent model red Ferrari sports car so, knowing there was money about, my devious mind worked out a plan to dump her and get a bit of an earner in the process.

I found out where she lived and knocked on the door at a time I knew she was out but in the hope that her husband was in. It was a mews house in a very select neighbourhood - the kind of house where you need half a million in the bank before they even let you look round. The Porsche parked outside indicated that her husband was at home but also served to increase my envy and grievance at the injustices of life. I better point out that I had dressed down rather than up for this visit and had also taken the trouble to cultivate a two day growth of beard.

The gent who opened the door was your typical 'chinless wonder', Krista had mentioned vaguely that he was 'something in the city. He stared at me with ill-concealed distaste. 

"You can wipe that snotty look off your face Squire - especially as I've come specially to do you a favour," I said belligerently. "I just thought you ought to know that your lovely wife is having it off behind your back."

The news stunned him and he stepped back in shock. Quick as a flash I followed up into the hall and pushed the door partly closed behind me. He was suddenly afraid and retreated even further but I remained where I was and put my empty hands to my sides in a pacific manner.

This gesture sufficed to let him regain composure and even add a sarcastic edge to his voice when he said, "I suppose that you are going to tell me that it's with one of your unsavoury friends."

"Actually it's me," I said. "I'm the one who's fucking her - have been for the past three months and more."

"I don't believe you," he kind of stuttered.

"Tuesdays and Fridays, regular as clockwork and other nights in between," I told him. "Do you remember that weekend she said she was spending with an old school friend in Maidstone?" I let his mind churn for a moment and then went on, "Then there were the races - when you let her go alone to the Derby meeting at Epsom. Your Krista didn't set a foot on the course all week - hell I don't think she even put a foot out of bed all week. A real hungry lady your wife - what you might call 'a glutton for cock'."

He slumped. "Why are you telling me this?" 

It was time to put my cards on the table. "You are very rich and I'm not," I stated. "On the other hand I do seem to have acquired the affections of your delightful wife. Now much though I enjoy the pleasure of her company, I am prepared to disappear from the scene for a suitable consideration."

The husband studied me for a while and then his face seemed to change. "Come through and have a drink while we talk about this," he invited. I followed him through to a luxuriously appointed lounge where he poured me a very generous measure of whiskey. He then offered me a rather large cigar, which I refused but he took one himself and spent some time lighting it. I expected to start negotiating cash straight away but instead he started pacing backwards and forwards. Leaving him to his thoughts I perched on the arm of a chair, sipping my drink and studying the room until he was ready. Eventually made his decision and walked to stand directly in front of me. "I will give you rather a lot of money but not to leave my wife alone," he announced. "Instead I want you to let me know when your next assignation is to occur and arrange it so that I can watch you with her."

I had to look down at the floor to hide my smile - 'There's one hell of a lot of them around,' I thought. So that the next time that I saw Krista, (in the good class hotel she always booked us into), I had her husband Quentin safely ensconced in the wardrobe. I tried to give him value for money - everything I did to Krista that evening had the viewing pleasure of that unseen audience firmly in mind. Knowing that her husband was watching I did rather try to demean her but with Krista that was virtually impossible because she revelled in the dirtier kind of sex. 

Afterwards I dressed quicker than usual while Krista moved at her normal pace, taking time to check for bites, scratches and other love-making marks. When I was ready I said, "I've got a surprise for you."

Her face lit up. "Where, where?" she cried.

"In the wardrobe," I told her, backing to the door of the room as I spoke.

"You shit faced fucking bastard," I heard her shout as I headed along the corridor with a satisfied grin on my face and £1000 pounds in my pocket.

I'm sure that there are other anecdotes that I could relate but, as they have escaped my mind I will finish with a story that is very dear to my heart. Early in this narrative I told how I refused to pleasure myself with an older wife's body as inducement to ignore the deficiencies of her farm but still signed the clearance certificate. Lest this should show me in too favourable light I must tell of another occasion when I not only took advantage of a similar offer but did much to engineer it. This happened comparatively recently when I was much older and in a far better financial position than that illustrated in the last story.

With the aid of impressive but spurious qualifications and a genuine amount of computer literacy, I secured the position of accounts manager for a medium sized company. I had not been in the job long before I noticed that there was a blind spot in the system, i.e. original records were destroyed after entry onto the database and were consequently not available for manual back-up (or checking). You will see that this made it potentially easy to massage the figures.

A quick lesson in business practice might help at this point. All firms work on the basis of projections - projected cost, projected sales and most importantly - projected profits. As long as the figures fall within certain tolerances everything ticks along happily. If profits fall then alarm bells ring but if profits are in excess of expectation, no one is any the wiser if the surplus fails to be registered in the company accounts - this is the fact that I turned to my advantage. I have possibly made this sound easier than it was because records cannot be changed in isolation, for example - sales figures artificially reduced reflect on stock in hand if the difference is not explained by increased wastage (again while staying within acceptable limits). A similar rationale applied to production figures. I also gained leeway by shifting some sales made at full price down into the discount category. With all this needing to be carefully done, a month before quarterly figures were due, it was my habit to spend a full Sunday at work alone, ensuring my personal bonus. Over my three years at the firm, without being greedy, I had done very nicely - furnishing my house, buying a nice car and paying for a good holiday every year.

Now a year before this story really starts I had taken an assistant called Steven. He was fresh out of university and had married very soon after his graduation. I found him appealing, he was very good-natured, some would say 'soft, but I liked him. Steven was a clever lad and I quickly shifted part of my workload onto his shoulders, gaining extra afternoons for myself on the golf course. I had rather taken to the game - quite apart from the social functions that gave access to many neglected wives. Relations with my protégé were so good that I invited him round to my home for the evening and his young wife came too. Debbie was a revelation - one look and it was instant desire. 

She was an exceptionally beautiful girl but seemingly quite unconscious of the fact. It may seem trite to say but I saw her as fresh, untouched - almost virginal. Debbie dressed demurely as if deliberately trying to conceal rather than enhance but loose clothing could not hide the fact that she had a lush ripe body just ready for love. Despite the truth that she was young enough to be my daughter, during the four evenings they visited, she several times caught me looking at her in a far from paternal way. This always caused her to blush slightly and I worried that if I did not restrain my eyes she might soon refuse to come to the house again. It was plainly a case of unrequited lust.

It was time to think about my holiday money so I settled in at work early one Sunday morning, happily wondering how much I would safely be able to take. I started by running a graph comparison between actual and projected profit because that would give a good early rough indication. The result shocked me because the figures were already dangerously near the lower end of the expected band and with a slack month ahead this would almost certainly trigger a post-mortem, if not a full investigation. Nothing during the previous two months had given any intimation of this result so I started to dig in an attempt to ascertain the cause. 

The reason was not hard to find. I said that Steven was intelligent - well he had certainly been smart enough to spot the blind spot in the system. The trouble was the he had not enough knowledge to do it cleverly and on top of that he had been rather greedy. Where I took between £30 and £40 thousand in four bites over the year, he had grabbed seventy-five grand all in one lump. His cover-up record correlation was deficient and even if the present accounts did not cause a direct enquiry there would be a significant blip when compared to my already depreciated figures from the corresponding quarter of the previous year.

The following morning I called Steven into my office with the printed evidence spread out on my desk. He made no denial, just slumping into a chair and asking with a catch in his voice what I intended do. "You know I like you Steven but there is nothing I can do," I told him sternly. "If I cover this up it makes me as culpable as you - I've got to report this to the managing director." 

He was tearful as he asked, "What is likely to happen to me?"

"You'll go to prison for certain, probably for three years, two if you're lucky."

"Oh God," he sobbed. "Debbie likes........ If I'm away from her for so long she is going to let herself get picked up by other men."

I nodded my agreement at this likely outcome. "And then there are the rapes to think about."

That stopped him. "Rapes? Why should Debbie get raped?"

"Not Debbie - you. You are just what the old lags dream about - they'll love you," I told him cruelly. "Even after only two years in prison you're likely to come out so queer that you won't give a damn how many men have been humping your lovely wife."




Other Mother's Boys



Caroline and Emily Jackson were identical twins. They had recently celebrated their eighteenth birthday. Both Caroline and Emily were in the second year of their studies at the local college.

Caroline and Emily lived with their parents. The young women had invited their boyfriends Ian and Simon over as their father, a self-employed electrical engineer was working away for a few days and their mother was visiting her sister.

The evening had seen the four youngsters consume a large amount of alcohol. The four went upstairs leaving the stereo on in the lounge. Caroline and Ian went into her bedroom; Emily and Simon went into hers.

The four were unaware that Caroline and Emily's mother had returned home early, as her sister felt unwell. The teenagers only realised they had been caught out when Heather started to walk upstairs. The four went into panic as the guys quickly dressed. As Ian and Simon left the bedrooms Heather at the top of the stairs confronted them. Heather knew both Ian and Simon. She told them both to come back at eleven in the morning to discuss the matter. The embarrassed teenagers both agreed and quickly left. Heather spoke to both daughters about not having their boyfriends over as their father didn't particularly like or trust Ian and Simon.

Heather was a little surprised that at eleven the following day both Ian and Simon called at the house. Caroline and Emily had already left to college for the day. Heather let them both in and ushered them into the front room. Heather's friend Justine Harper was already in the room seated on the sofa. Justine was forty-four years old, five feet five inches tall with permed auburn hair. 

The guys both now sober were very embarrassed and apologetic. Heather agreed not to mention the incident to her daughter's father on his return if both Ian and Simon agreed to her demands. The guys knew Heather's husband could be aggressive, occasionally violent but never to his own family. They hesitantly agreed although not knowing what they were agreeing to. 

Heather sat next to her friend on the sofa and ordered the guys to stand in front of her and Justine. Ian and Simon stood in front of the two women. Heather told the teenagers to strip off right there and then. Ian and Simon just stood there shocked. Heather coolly repeated her demand before pointing at Ian.

"You first", Heather demanded.

The guys looked at each other. Neither guy wanted Heather's husband to be told they had taken advantage of his daughters. They knew they had no choice but to undress. 

"Get undressed now", Heather said to Ian. 

Ian took off his shoes, socks and his jacket. He removed his T-shirt and slowly unzipped and slid off his trousers. 

"Get everything off!" ordered Heather.

Ian started to plead with her. Heather threatened to tell her husband that Ian had taken advantage of his daughter. 

Ian felt he had no option so he slipped down and took off his briefs. Heather ordered Ian to put his hands behind his back, which he did. Ian stood naked and embarrassed, his embarrassment further enhanced as Heather and Justine ogled him. 

Ian was nineteen years old, well over six feet tall. He was slim and could almost be described as skinny. Ian had sparse chest hair but had dense pubic hair. His limp cock seemed to quiver involuntary. 

Heather looked at Simon ordering him to completely undress. With his friend naked next to him Simon felt he had no option. He stripped down to his boxer shorts. Heather demanded he get all of his clothes off. Simon removed his shorts and like Ian was ordered to put his hands behind his back. Heather and Justine ogled the embarrassed teenager.

Eighteen-year old Simon was well built and slightly overweight. His chest and legs were reasonably hairy however his pubic hair was closely trimmed. Despite his embarrassment Simon's cock was semi-erect which led to Heather teasing him that he must be turned on seeing his friend naked. Simon shook his head but said nothing.

Justine ordered Ian to stand right in front of her. Ian took two steps forward as Justine sat up on the sofa. Justine told him to keep his hands behind his back. She ran her hands all over his naked body. She could see and feel his body slightly quivering. She rang her fingers through his pubic hair before taking hold of his cock. As Justine masturbated Ian she felt his cock stiffen in her hand. She used her other hand to fondle his balls. She quickly brought Ian's cock to full erection. She stopped wanking him as herself and Heather ogled Ian's now stiff and throbbing cock. Ian's cock was slender but must have been about eight inches long in its now fully erect stage.

Justine grabbed hold of Ian's cock once again and started to masturbate him. Pre-cum oozed from Ian's cock tip, Justine wiped it away with her thumb. Ian was moaning and began jerking and lurching forward. Ian asked Justine to stop as he felt himself almost at the point of no return. She ignored him and as she continued to wank him he suddenly spurt out his cum load. It splashed across Justine's dress. Justine was completely unflustered and continued wanking his cock as he expelled his remaining load over her fingers and hand. Ian was flushed and embarrassed that he had cum so quickly.

"Oh dear", said Justine sensing Ian's embarrassment.

Ian not only felt embarrassed and humiliated but also his ego was deflated. Justine told Ian to sit down as she stood up. Justine looked down at her dress, the garment already damp from the initial spurt of Ian's cum. She ran her spunk-covered fingers across her dress.

"I'm going to have to take this off now", Justine announced.

Now standing Justine slipped the dress straps from her shoulders allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Justine was completely naked now; she wore nothing under her dress. Simon and Ian just gawped at her naked body. Justine's auburn hair was her natural colour as her thick pubic bush now proved. She had large breasts with a little belly overhang. Her nipples looked as auburn in colour as her hair.

Heather looked at Simon and said she hoped he could last longer than his friend could. Heather ordered Simon to step forward. Simon stopped gawping at the naked Justine and did as he was told. Heather grabbed his still semi-erect cock. She fondled his cock with one hand and used the other to feel his body. As Heather played she felt Simon's cock become very stiff. She pulled his foreskin back, his cock now hot and throbbing as she did this. She then stopped playing with him. Heather and Justine ogled Simon's stiff throbbing cock. Simon's cock was about seven inches long. It was reasonably thick and heavily veined. Simon's erect cock quivered and bobbed as Heather and Justine commented on his manhood. Heather took hold of his cock once again pushing his foreskin tightly back as Simon moaned above her. 

Heather told Simon to lie on the floor. He did as she ordered. Justine moved over and knelt above him sliding her pussy into his face. She guided her body so Simon would get the best access to lick her, as she demanded. Simon was unused to an unshaven pussy as Emily was always fully shaven. Justine's pubic hair was matted at her pussy lips as the turn on of seeing two young naked guys meeting her demands had already caused her juices to stir.

Justine sat on Simon's face and she ran her hands across his body. She again demanded he lick her. She felt his tongue gently insert into her wetness. She demanded he get his tongue right up her. Simon tasted Justine's pussy juices as he pushed his tongue deep into her pussy. He probed her deeply before sliding his tongue to lick her clit. He used his tongue to start working her clit feeling her juices flowing a little more readily. Justine was moaning with pleasure impressed as the young man skilfully used his tongue. Justine ran her fingers through his chest hair.

Heather moved to stand in front of Simon. She gently pushed the tip of her shoe against his balls. She stopped and moved to stand at the side of him. Justine ensured Simon continued to work her pussy as Heather started to undress. Heather was forty-two years old, five feet eight inches tall with long straightened dark hair. She slipped off her shoes and then unbuttoned and removed her blouse. Heather unfastened her skirt. She stepped out of it as it dropped to the floor. Heather had kept her figure well despite having twins. Ian looked across at Heather in her skimpy underwear. Heather undid the clasp of her black bra and removed the item. Her large breasts and thick nipples were exposed. She slid off her black thong revealing her well-trimmed dark pubic hair.

Ian who remained sitting on the chair gawped at the naked Heather. He was now playing with himself his cock becoming stiff again. Heather looked at Ian as she inserted two fingers into her pussy. Heather moaned as she allowed her fingers to penetrate her deeply. She writhed as she guided her fingers. She removed her hand and raised it to her face. She seductively licked her own pussy juices from her two fingers as Ian watched. 

Heather knelt over Simon. She moved down and took hold of his throbbing cock, which had lost none of its stiffness. She guided his cock into her mouth. Simon tried to moan, as Justine demanded he keep licking her. Heather started to suck Simon's cock. She easily took most of his length into her mouth feeling it push against the back of her throat. Simon was writhing in ecstasy as Heather sucked him. She continued to suck him, lightly lick the tip of his penis before sliding it back into her mouth. Simon moaned more loudly as he felt Heather's lips and tongue working his cock tip. She slid his cock into her mouth and sucked him hard. 

Heather stopped sucking him and moved over him. She took hold of his hot cock. He felt her juices as she slid the head of his cock around her moist pussy lips. Heather slowly buried her pussy onto the whole of his cock. Simon was almost gasping for breath as Heather started to ride him. She would raise her body before forcing down to take his cock as deep as it could go. Heather started to rock on Simon's erect cock. Heather felt her juices flowing freely as she moaned above him.

Justine was getting closer to orgasm. Through gasped breaths she ordered Simon to keep licking. Justine's pussy juices dribbled across his cheeks. He continued licking, as Justine was so aroused she came for the first time, her body spasmed as her juices gushed. He almost choked as her juices ran into his mouth and down his throat. Simon continued to work his tongue as he brought her to a second screaming climax. Justine moved off Simon. Simon gasped his breath as Justine lay at the side of him panting heavily.

Heather looked at Simon, his face flushed and glistening with Justine's pussy juices. She guided her hands to feel Simon's chest and upper body. Heather would raise herself up before burying Simon's cock deep inside her. Heather pushed down hard; as if wanting Simon to penetrate her deeper than his seven-inch cock would allow. Heather's own juices were flowing freely as she took full advantage of the young guy's body. She felt herself moaning and gasping as she built up to climax. Simon had his hands by his side almost not daring to touch Heather. She took his hands placing them onto her breasts. Simon fondled and tweaked Heather's rock hard protruding nipples. As he played Heather was approaching orgasm. Simon was moaning as his throbbing erection continued to slam deep into Heather's aching pussy. As Simon squirmed in ecstasy feeling his cock would explode at any second. Heather came to a screaming, shuddereing climax as she fell across Simon's body, his cock still penetrating her. 

Heather was moaning lightly almost crying with pleasure as she moved off Simon's throbbing cock. She found her strength and sat across his legs. She took hold of his throbbing cock, which glistened, with her pussy juices. She began to masturbate him, his foreskin sliding back and forth easily as Heather's juices had lubricated it well. Simon was moaning more loudly than before as Heather wanked him. Simon was arching his back as Heather played with his cock urging him to cum. 

"I'm gonna cum. I cumming", Simon called out through gasped breaths.

Simon's body violently shuddered as he spurted out a thick spunk load over his stomach. Heather continued wanking him with one hand whilst smearing the thick cum load into his chest. Simon continued thrusting his backside as Heather concentrated on milking out his full cum load. His still thick cum oozed as Heather wanked out every drop. She looked down at Simon and he watched as she licked some of his spunk from her fingers. Simon lay back sweating prefusely and his breathing heavy and erratic.

Heather's face was red and flushed as she tried to compose herself. Heather stood up and slid on her skirt and blouse. Her blouse clung to her sweating body. Simon could see her aroused, firm nipples standing out underneath the thin material of her blouse.

Justine and Ian had initially watched Heather and Simon together. Justine had by now moved and knelt in front of Ian who had been masturbating himself, bringing his cock back to full erection. He removed his hands from playing with himself almost inviting Justine to continue. She did not need a second invitation. She took hold of his throbbing cock. She slid his penis tip into her mouth. She expertly sucked Ian taking his full eight inches into her mouth and down her throat. Ian gasped and felt as if he would explode. Justine's cock sucking skills had turned on many a boyfriend. Justine could still taste Ian's cum from his first ejaculation. She continued to suck. Ian was squirming almost flapping aimlessly in the chair. He made no attempt to stop her. He felt in seventh heaven.

Ian was moaning loudly urging Justine on. She stopped sucking him and slowly wanked him. With her face just inches from his cock Ian started to spurt out his cum. It was not as intense as the first blast and his cum was less thick. Justine continued to masturbate Ian. Spunk ran down his shaft as Justine drained his balls of the second load. Ian breathed heavily as Justine continued wanking him until she felt his cock begin to lose its stiffness.

Justine calmly stood up and reached to put on her cum stained dress. She put on the garment wiping cum from Ian's second ejaculation across the material.

Heather had just finished adjusting her blouse. Heather and Justine had fully regained their composure as the guys awkwardly stood up and quickly dressed.

As the guys prepared to leave Heather promised no one would ever know. Heather didn't say anything but thought and hoped a repeat performance might be needed.