1 comments/ 56069 views/ 4 favorites Breaking News By: mtnman2003 Life has been good. We have raised our three children, all now gone. Each graduated from college, each with a start on their career jobs. I had helped each get a start on a home of their own, either a single family home or townhome to fit their tastes. That left me and the wife alone most of the time. Married 31-years, we are still happy. Older, our bodies showed it. Graying hair, paunchy middles, we were the prototypical middle aged couple. Our lives had slowed. A big house, empty, I looked forward to having the kids home for the holidays. Laughter, conversations, hugs. All I had taken for granted now were longed for. I missed our closeness. After the youngest daughter left for college, I threw myself even deeper into my job. General manager, local television station, I was behind the cameras in the office. We were the top rated station in the community. Life passed, day after day of new stories, world conflicts, and local interest stories. Life, normal life continued. With the retirement of our beloved weatherman, we searched and found a new young buck Nick from the northwest territory of the US. Bringing him down to our community was easy. Offering big bucks, a Colorado life style, and the morning show weather position, he came without hesitation. Nick was one of those guys that had the world by the tail. Tall, athletic, handsome, he had his pick of ladies I am sure. He definitely was egotistical, but he could give the forecast and chew gum at the same time. A pretty face, great camera persona, and best of all, he was bright. Once past the ego, he was rather a normal guy. His wife, Sondra, was god's gift to mankind. Absolutely beautiful, she stunned all who met her. Tall, lithe, athletic, and angelic beauty, she sucked life from all in a room. She lit up any gathering. Demur, she was terrific support for Nick. I often tried to imagine what it would be like to ride her hard and put her up wet. What a fantasy. I would soon be 55. I really did not dread it, I had never really focused on it. But I noticed a change in our sex life after my wife's 52nd birthday. Her desire for sex diminished quickly. Twice, maybe three times per month left me with constant thoughts about sex. I often got woodies just sitting in my office. It might be my assistant's body that would flash before my eyes. Or I would think of Sondra. She gave great virtual sex! I could stroke, close my eyes, and have her beg for my 9 ½ inches. She loved it! And Nick did not care. Of course, this was only in my little sex world I had created. Then it happened. My little sex world would become a little more real. Over a weekend, I had to come into the office to complete some paperwork. Being a morning person, I actually arrived at the station at 5:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning. I had not expected anyone to be there at that time. Entering the building, I noticed Nick's car was parked to the side of the building. The weather department is down to the back of the building. I started off down the hall toward that department. As I approached, I could hear load, muffled voices. I slowed my approach. I was not sure what to expect. I approached the door. "Sit down! Now bitch!" rocked my senses. I reached for the door knob. Turning it slowly, I pushed the door open very slowly. The room was brightly lit, but I could not see anybody in my line of sight. I pushed the door open several more inches. I leaned forward, trying to peek around the edge of the door. The next thing I knew, I was picking myself up off the floor, assisted by Sondra and Nick. My head was throbbing. My vision blurred. Dragging me, they pulled me into the room, across the floor, and placed me on a chair against the wall. "Shhh," whispered Sondra. "Hush," she repeated. I glanced around the room. Someone, I could almost see them behind Nick. I was bleeding. Blood dripped down my cheek, landing on my sweat pants leg. Sondra handed me a small hand towel. "Press that against your head. Hold it firmly," she stated. She was wearing a robe and sandals. I glanced to Nick. He also was wearing a robe. And slippers! "Glad to have you join us, Mr. Manager," the voice said. I glanced up, finding the source of the voice. A man, a large man; no, a very large man was standing several feet in front of me. I am 6'6" tall, nearly 280 lbs, and he was large even by my standards. I could see him clearly, well clearly for a fuzzy view. My head throbbed. "You're just in time to join our party," he was saying. "Nick, what's going on?" I inquired, glancing in his direction. "Shut the fuck up!" commanded the large man. I glanced back quickly to him as he stepped toward me. Grabbing me by the hair, he lifted my face upwards, directly in front of his face. "I talk, you listen! Clear on that?" he shouted. He rested a barrel of a gun against the side of my nose. I could smell the metal. Thrusting his hand to the side, he threw me off the chair onto the floor. "Get your ass back in the chair!" he growled. Sondra reached to assist me as I climbed back into the chair. The big man stepped behind Nick's chair. Reaching out, he grabbed Nick's ear. He pulled it hard. "Squeal," he commanded. Nick jerked forward. The big man popped him hard on the back of the head with the barrel of the gun. Nick slumped forward. "Fuck!" screamed the big man. "God damn! God damn!" growled the big man. Sondra gasped, and jumped forward to assist Nick. He backhanded Sondra hard. "Sit down bitch," he growled. "Let pretty boy get himself up," he continued. "Get up you candy ass faggot," shouted the big man. Nick pulled himself back into the chair. The big man reached into a backpack on the floor. He pulled a long rope out of the pack. Moving quickly, he tied Nick tightly in the chair. Placing a chair directly in front of Nick, he sat down. Silently, he watched us closely. "Ms. Morris. I'm Jillian. I'm Nick's boyfriend from college!" he stated. "I bet he never told you that," he continued. "Liar," Sondra hissed! "You fucking liar," she repeated. Jillian leaped up from his chair, drew his hand back to hit her. "Stop!" shouted Nick. Jillian hesitated, turned to Nick. "Please, don't hurt them," pleaded Nick. "You two, strip!" commanded Jillian. We sat, not moving a muscle. He turned slowly, menacingly toward us. "What don't you understand? Now!" again he commanded. He reached the gun out, placing the barrel against Nick's forehead. "One! Two!" We both reacted quickly, started stripping our clothes off our bodies. I could not help myself from looking at Sondra. Sondra stood, opened her robe, pulled it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. Dressed in a light blue teddy, she looked heavenly. I pulled off my nikes, socks, and stood to pull off the sweat pants and sweat shirt I was wearing, leaving me in a t-shirt and briefs. He pulled the hammer back on the pistol. I quickly removed the t-shirt, reaching to grab the waist band of my briefs. I glanced at Sondra. She pulled the teddy over her head, exposing her breasts. Nothing left but a thong on her body. Her tits stood proud, her nipples pointing upwards, nipples hardened because of the cool air. Normally, at this point, my cock would chub, and begin new life. But with Jillian holding a gun, my cock did not move. I bent to strip my briefs from my body. Sondra followed suit. Standing, I moved by Sondra, our bodies inches apart. Both now totally naked. Her hands moved to hide her charms, one hand dropped to her crotch, the other crossed her tits, covering both nipples with her hand and forearm. "See Nick, they look good together!" growled the big man. "What do you see in her Nicky?" he continued. "I always made you happy," he rambled on. Turning quickly, he pointed the gun directly at Sondra. "Suck him!" Jillian commanded. Now my cock chubbed. Sondra dropped to her knees in front of me. She quickly reached out, took my flaccid cock in her soft hands, raised the head to her pouting lips. Her tongue snaked out, licking over the head, forcing her tongue gently into the slit. Inhaling, she pushed forward. She engulfed all of my cock. It instantly began growing. As she pumped up and down on my cock, my knees buckled slightly. I reached to her shoulders, pulling her forward, driving myself deeper into her mouth. She looked deep into my eyes. "Sondra," I whispered. I thrust my hips forward, my cock gaining life, becoming rigid in her mouth and throat. She groaned loudly. "Suck him bitch," commanded Jillian. "Make him cum in your mouth!" he continued. "Jillian," pleaded Nick. "Don't do this," he continued. I lost thought. Closing my eyes, all my senses focused on Sondra's mouth. My cock continued to grow quickly. Within minutes, I reached full staff. I drove my hips against her soft lips, driving all 9 ½ inches down her willing mouth. Glancing down, I saw her hand busy between her cunt lips. I could smell her sex. She continued to impale her face on my cock. Groaning loudly, her body twitched several times as she ground her fingers into her cunt. Reaching upwards, she grabbed my cheeks, pulling me hard into her mouth and throat. I intertwined my fingers in her hair, pulling her hard against me, driving my cock completely into her throat. A couple of small gags escaped her, but she did not hesitate. Arching my hips into her face, I exploded, erupting into her mouth. My balls contracted, driving my sperm up my shaft, out the hole into her mouth and throat. She sucked hard, sucking my cum out, draining my balls in the process. A demon possessed, she face fucked me hard as my cock began deflating and growing soft. Pulling off, she licked her lips, a finger collecting any escaping cum and sucking her finger clean. "Sit in your chairs," commanded Jillian. He stood. Unzipping his pants, he pulled a semi-flaccid cock from his pants. Stepping toward Nick, he grabbed Nick's head and pulled him to his cock. "Suck me baby," Jillian commanded. Eyes closed, Nick opened his mouth, and hungrily sucked the big man's cock into his mouth. Jillian hammered his hips against Nick's mouth. "It's been too long Nicky," the big man soothed. His cock grew rigid. He thrust hard into Nick's face. Nick's neck extended, he sucked the big man's cock completely down his throat. He groaned with each thrust. Jillian pulled out of Nick's mouth. "Jillian, please," whispered Nick. Glancing at us, Jillian grinned. He stepped back to Nick. Nick impaled himself again, groaning with each thrust. "Ready Nicky," queried the big man. Nick groaned. Jillian grunted, grabbed Nick head, and ground his cock into Nick's mouth. "Fuck yeah," growled the big man. With each spurt of his cum into Nick's mouth, the big man grunted loudly. Nick made sucking noises, trying to drain the big man's balls. As his cock grew flaccid, he ground his cock harder against Nick's face. He withdrew quickly, leaned and kissed Nick, his tongue extending into Nick's mouth. He tasted his own cum. "Wasn't that good Nicky," he asked. Nick's head drooped. "On the floor," commanded Jillian turning to us. "Eat her pussy," he said as he looked directly at us. Sondra dropped to the floor, rolling over on her back, spreading her legs. Her pussy beckoned me. A soft tuft of hair, neatly trimmed topped her glistening slit. Her clit peeked between her lips. Her fingers traced down her thighs, brushing across her slit. Her head tilted upwards, a small gasp escaped her mouth. I slowly moved to her, lying on my stomach, raising my body up on my elbows. I reached under her ass, my hands wrapping upwards, grabbing her hips. I lifted her pussy to my mouth. Softly, slowly, I sucked her clit into my mouth. I sucked it, pulling it up from her body, my tongue flicking quickly over its' head. I tasted her. My tongue slid down her clit, snaked between her lips, and licked front to back, sliding along each side. I tilted her hips upwards, driving my tongue into her wet, wet hole. Sondra thrust her hips upwards, trying to capture my tongue in her cunt. Her fingers reached around my head, pulling me deeper into her cunt. I sucked in her juices. My tongue danced over her clit. I sucked it deeply into my mouth, rolling it back and forth with my tongue. I assaulted her clit, grabbing it gently between my teeth, holding it firmly. My tongue mashed it, rolled it, and flicked it back and forth quickly. Sondra's hips jumped involuntarily, arching against my assault. Her breathing became labored. Eyes closed tightly, hips jumping under my mouth, she ground her body against me, her body begging for a powerful orgasm. I slowed my pace. I wanted to delay her orgasm, to prolong her heightened senses. I sucked her clit gently, licking it softly, humming, vibrating her clit between my lips. I watched her hands grasp her tits, squeezing softly, fingers pinching her nipples, pulling them upwards. I felt her body tense, her cunt jump upwards, her hips arch hard against my lips, grinding against my mouth. "Make me cum baby," she asked. "Oh God make me cum," she pleaded. I jammed two fingers into her hole without warning, forcing them deep. Her body arched high off the floor. I started thrusting in and out of her cunt as I sucked her clit hard into my mouth. I bit it gently, holding it firmly between my teeth. I flicked it back and forth fast. Her body grew tense. Her hips arched upwards, I thrust my fingers deep, grinding them hard into her hole. She held her breath. Her body tensed, her hips jumped higher. Holding, her clit exploded into orgasm. Her body flopped down on the carpet under my mouth. I held on as her body arched and dropped several times. I began thrusting again. She gasp for air. I continued my assault on her clit. My fingers slid easily out of her wet cunt. I stuck my tongue deep into her hole. I reamed her hole, sucking her juices into my mouth. "Now Mr. Manager. Fuck the bitch!" growled the big man. "Watch Nick. See you wife fuck this man's cock!" he continued as he directed Nick's gaze to us. My cock was rigid. I moved up her body. Grabbing my cock, I slid it into her slit, top to bottom and repeating. I coated his head with her juices. She raised her legs, pulling them up to her chest, opening her hole for my invasion. I reamed her hole with his head. Grunting I slid my cock forward. I ground my cock hard into her hole. Wet, slippery, her velvet hole sucked him into her body. I would hesitate, withdraw, and thrust forward again. Grabbing her legs, I spun our bodies around to Nick. I wanted him to see me plunge my hard, massive cock deep into her hole. Plus, the added benefit, he could see my ass. I wondered which he would watch. Buried deep, I started full withdrawal, and would plunge deep, thrusting hard back into her body. Our bodies slapped together, the noise filling the room. We fuck hard. Our breathing was ragged at best. I lay on her body, feeling her tits mash against my chest. I kissed her, my tongue dancing with hers. I thrust hard again. I wanted to taste her orgasm, to feel her cum on my cock. Tilting her head back, she started grunting with each deep thrust. I hammered her sweet cunt. I ground my cock deep, my balls bouncing off her asshole with each deep penetration. I slammed my cock deep, grinding each inch hard into her. "Fuck me from behind," she said. I withdrew. I knew I was in for rug burns, but wanted to feel my hip flesh slap against her ass. We moved to position quickly. Grabbing each hip, I moved forward, my cock dangling between her cheeks. Reaching, she grabbed my cock, placed the head into her stretched hole, and drove back on me. Between my pulling her hips, and her reverse thrust, we drove my cock deep with the first penetration. I began to fuck her with abandon. My hips slapped her flesh. Her cunt lips would stretch to hold him in her body. Almost completely out, I would thrust forward, slamming each inch back into her body. Dropping her shoulders, she raised her ass upwards, giving me a perfect fucking machine. We fucked hard. I watched Nick. With each stroke, I grunted. Sondra groaned. "Fuck me with that huge cock!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! she grunted out. I slapped her ass, the flesh tingling under my fingers. I popped my thumb tip into her asshole. A firecracker went off inside her. She started fucking me so hard and fast, I slammed my cock forward to keep her buried deep. I popped my thumb in and out with each thrust of my cock. Her hand reached between her thighs, flicking her clit back and forth as I fucked her pussy. I could feel her finger tips rake over my shaft. She grabbed my balls, rolling them, pulling on them. And back to her clit. Within seconds, her body erupted in another orgasm. Grabbing both her hip bones, I pulled forward, grinding my cock deep into her tight cunt. I exploded, sending another load of cum out my shaft. This time, I filled her cunt. We collapsed forward, my cock still buried deep in her cunt. I ground my hips into her, driving my deflating cock deep again. I kissed her neck and shoulders softly. She flexed her cunt muscles, milking more cum out of my cock and balls. Our breathing returned to normal. We glanced to Jillian. He had dismounted the chair, and was bobbing his head up and down on Nick's rigid cock. Nick's eyes were closed. He was lost in the blow job the big man was giving him. We watched, mesmerized, actually fascinated. Nick's hips flexed, lifting his hips higher, grinding all he could do down Jillian's throat. Nick's body went rigid. Pulling up, Jillian watched Nick. "You always liked my thumb up your ass when I blow you baby," Jillian stated. "Show Sondra," he continued. Nick spread his legs, giving an obstructed view. Jillian's hand was under Nick's balls. Jillian reached, moved Nick's balls. His thumb disappeared in Nick's ass. Jillian leaned, sucked Nick's cock back into his mouth. He drove Nick's cock balls deep into his mouth. Thrusting his thumb in and out of Nick's ass, Nick could barely breathe. Within seconds, he exploded into Jillian's mouth. Jillian sucked all Nick's cum, not missing a spurt. Turning to us, we knew another command was coming our way. "Fuck her ass," he stated. We knew our butt fuck would lead to a butt fuck for one of them. Sondra turned to me, dropped her face to my crotch, and sucked my large, but flaccid cock into her mouth. She growled from within. My cock grew instantly. She impaled herself again on my cock. I reached to her wet cunt. I flicked her clit back and forth. She got wetter. I spread her wetness over her asshole. I slid a fingertip into her. She groaned loudly. She dropped her hips, pushing more of my finger in her ass. I jammed it into her. I rotated it around, spreading her muscles, stretching her hole. I would soon invade her ass with my large cock. Any preemptive stretching would ease her pain. I spread more juice over her ass. "Fuck her ass," Jillian growled. Looking to Jillian, we again had the gun in our faces. I moved behind her. Slowly, we lined my cock up with her ass. Gently, I pushed forward. The head of my cock popped through her tight ring. I grabbed each hip bone. I pulled forward as she ground back against me. An inch, two slid into her body. I withdrew slowly. I pushed forward again. More slid into her body. Repeating, we slowly buried my cock in her ass. As we fucked, a warmth spread throughout her body. A need enveloped us. I could feel her. Spreading her knees slightly, she tilted her hips, and thrust backwards against me. My cock buried balls deep. We ground our bodies together. "Now fuck me baby," she commanded. "Fuck me hard!" I widened my knees on the carpet, grabbed her hips tightly, ground my hips tight against her flesh, pumped little thrusts, and withdrew. Just as quickly, I thrust forward, impaling her ass with my cock. I closed my eyes, withdrew, and thrust forward again. With each thrust, Sondra groaned, grunted, and gasp for breath. As our pace quickened, Sondra got vocally loud, screaming with each thrust. Her scream matched the intensity of the thrust. Driving her hips back hard, she opened her ass for me, grinding her body against my cock, sucking him into her body. Her muscles griped, held, and refused to allow his escape, continuing to suck it back into her body. Our orgasms approached quickly. Breaking News She could feel the sweat forming on her skin; the crowded room, the lights, the coughing... Her suit pants and jacket became uncomfortable, sticking to her body in all the wrong places. She felt so restricted- the urge, like an itch, to rip her silky mocha hair from its bun and let it cascade down her back, to rip off her clothes and bask in the sunlight... Not now, she told herself. Focus! This is an emergency press conference and I need to report it well. Fuck, Mark needs me to report this well. Oh, Mark. Her editor. Wasn't that supposed to spell "trouble"? Her stomach clenched at the thought of him, heart beat quickening, nipples standing erect as statues, the sweat suddenly becoming reminiscent of something more carnal than press conferences. The flash of last night: *soaking sheets, gasping for breath, Mark's muscled arms collapsed affectionately and protectively over her heaving naked breasts.* She felt her face flushing, her concentration slipping further and she forced herself to focus on the mayor, on his beer belly and balding head, on his cracked freckled lips and the news they emitted. "We've already held an emergency meeting- we will get to the bottom of this. This city does not tolerate hate crimes and that is exactly what we are taking this horrific sabotage of our cultural center to be! If you have any information..." Over, finally. Now she just had to get to the newsroom and come up with an article. Then she could see Mark, go back to their newly shared apartment and take a long shower and read the latest thriller she'd picked up... Trowsley News headquarters was small and she slipped into her little booth after maneuvering around countless other little booths and busy reporters and seemingly uncountable coffee cups. Her fingers attacked the keyboard with the ferocity that only passionate writers have until the article was finished. She picked up her phone, dialed extension 240, her fingers trembling slightly in anticipation of the voice that would appear on the other end... "Hello?" answered an obviously stressed masculine voice. She cleared her throat, "Mayor's press conference is finished." "Jossy!" his voice immediately blossomed into something affectionate, surprised, pleased. "I'll be right down." Jocelyn smiled to herself. Even though they'd been seeing each other for over six months, they'd agreed to keep their private lives separate from their careers. He might be her editor here, but, damn, he was her lover everywhere else and it certainly showed in his reaction to her on the phone. She was lost in a land of intimate moments and steamy nights when she felt the hand on her shoulder. Startled, she turned and drowned in those puppy dog hazel eyes and resisted the urge to kiss his lips as his mouth pulled into that sexy, slanted smile. He licked his lips, winked at her, and she felt a furnace between her legs. She knew she was already wet. He pulled a chair next to hers. Technically, he could access her work from any computer in the newsroom, but he had always preferred the old-fashioned way of surveying article and author on the same page, so to speak. His eyes glued on the computer screen, never leaving the smudges of words, he murmured, "Baby, it's gonna be a late night. Don't wait up, OK?" Cat-like, Jocelyn stretched her arms back and her chest out, "Well, I was going to take a shower and read for a while. I won't go out of my way to stay up for you, though." He felt a slight flutter of disappointment. Some of their most passionate moments had been after he'd had long, stressful, late nights at the News, but it seemed Jossy wasn't interested this time. Quite suddenly, his scanning eyes stopped moving and creases formed on his forehead. "John didn't say... this?" He pointed to the passage, which read, "...any information, please call the large, swollen clit. The pussy, so itchy, wanting the enflamed cock to scratch it." Mischievously, Jossy smiled, "What a good editor you are, catching such glaring mistakes." Mark laughed, shook his head, and erased the lines, "You naughty vixen, you. As much as I appreciate it, please keep your articles G-rated, young lady. OK, all finished. You're good to go. We have you on budget for the Macy piece tomorrow, don't forget." Jossy yawned, "You want some coffee?" "Sure, that sounds good." "I'll bring it to your office in fifteen. I think it would be in your best interest to be there," her hand slipped to his crotch as she stood up. She felt his cock harden against her hand, strain against his slacks, and it sent tingles throughout her body. His eyes widened, "I thought we agreed... I mean... This is work... Jossy?" "Shhh," and she was gone. Fuck, he thought, his pants bulging, his heart racing, his face red, his entire being longing for the silk of her flesh, the flash of her teeth, the flesh of her breasts, the lips of her womanhood. How does she do this to me? Fifteen minutes later, his door opened abruptly, no knock, and he looked up from his crammed desk... "I brought coffee," she said sexily. "Black, one sugar." He gaped. Her suit jacket was completely unbuttoned, and there was nothing save a black lacy bra between him and her breasts. She set the Styrofoam cup on the desk in front of him, keeping one hand behind her back. She leaned low so he could see her magnificent cleavage, so she could tease him with her enticing titties. "Th-thanks," his face so pale, his cheeks so red. "And," she grinned, "I brought a little treat. Close your eyes." He closed them, his heartbeat pounding in his throat, in his ears, his penis practically popping from his pants. He heard that familiar click of heels, something clink on the desk top, and he felt his pants being unzipped slowly. "Stand up," she commanded. He stood. She pulled his briefs down to the floor, kissed his penis- then he was aware of the absence of her, heard something click and begin to spray, felt something cool and light being applied to his member. Mark's cock stood parallel to the ground, hard as rock and long as a lickable, layered popsicle. The faint aroma of sugar filled his nostrils, and soon his penis was covered from head to base with whatever Jossy was applying. Whipped cream, he knew instinctively. He opened his eyes, watched her fall to her knees, her eyes wild with fiery passion, and her chin nestled into his forest of dark, pillowy hair as she began to slowly lick every speck of cream off him. He closed his eyes, his lips stuck in a desperately tight smile. When all the cream was gone, she caressed him, held him at the base and slowly took all of him in her warm, damp mouth. She let her tongue explore his swollen cock, twirling it around his head until his legs shuddered and his hands gripped her shoulders tightly. "I want you to come," she commanded, then began slowly pumping him with her mouth. With one giant convulsion, he came. She swallowed his salty juices, pulled her head back, licked a stray line of cum from the corner of her lips, and smiled contently. "So, Mark, I think you might just be ready to go back to work now." He grunted something inaudible and collapsed back into the chair, tugging on Jossy's waist until she sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck softly, like a whisper. "I'll see you later, darling," she said and stood up, zipping up Mark's pants in one quick, efficient motion. "I cannot wait," he replied, grabbing her hand as she began re-buttoning her suit jacket. "Let me." Very slowly, he cupped her C-sized breasts in his hands, pulling gently, massaging, fondling. He traced little shapes on the skin between her collar bone and her tits until he drew goosebumps and she let out a tiny moan and then he buttoned her up. He kissed her cheek and winked as he picked up the can of whipped cream and placed it in a central position of honor amidst the clutter. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you, too, baby. So, uh, yeah, you'd better keep your eyes out tonight. I heard a rumor that a certain pair of handcuffs have been feeling neglected lately..." Breaking News Richard Watson flopped down on the brown, leather couch in the family room and sighed. At the age of 55 he was in pretty good shape: 5 feet 10 inches tall, 190 pounds on his muscular frame, and the owner of a billion-dollar business. Though women frequently told him he was attractive, he mostly doubted their sincerity. Some women might mention how intelligent he was, or that they liked his hazel eyes, or perhaps his salt and pepper colored hair and well-trimmed beard, but when things became more intimate and clothes came off, he could read disappointment in their expression when they saw his five inch dick. One famous glamour model, he dated actually laughed at him. That night ended with him saying goodbye abruptly and any chance of a relationship floundering. He was so embarrassed he lost his erection. He was thrilled to have attracted his beautiful, 23 year old wife, Naina, while on a business trip to India, but he was beginning to have doubts, after two years of marriage, that he was satisfying her sexual needs as well. Though, she told him he was wonderful each and every time they made love. Nevertheless, there was something in her mannerism that just didn't seem genuine. Rich had fucked his share of women in his time and he knew when they were really getting into it and when they were faking it. Naina was special, 5 feet 5 inches tall, well endowed with long black hair, and large brown eyes that captivated Richard the first time he saw her on his tour to India with a US business delegation. After finishing business dealings in New Delhi, he decided to fulfill his long desire, viewing the Taj Mahal, the ultimate symbol of love. Taj also became witness to the beginning of their love: Naina and Richard. Naina, a TV news anchor, was then covering a report on foreign visitors to Taj. During their conversation, he was drawn to her ... some magnetism he could not resist nor endure. To look at her was to see completeness. Her black hair falling in languid piles down to her back with a few stubborn strays falling across her brow, and she, with all the grace in the world, kept tucking them back behind her ears. Her eyes were brown with thick attentive lashes and pencil drawn eyebrows perfectly arched across her brow. Her lips were the feature that caught Richard's attention; so dark and perfectly shaped and always one breath from a beaming smile. At that time she was wearing yellow T-shirt with blue jeans, tight in all the right places. After their formal talk, Naina caught him staring at her and her wonderful lips tugged up in a shy, interested smile. The next day he found out where she was staying and contacted her. In a short time they became very intimate with each other. Despite their age difference, Naina liked his keen business skills and sparkling personality. She was engulfed by the man's charismatic mien. After his return to the States, Richard felt that Naina had fired a lusty desire within him. He knew that he couldn't survive long separated from her and proposed to her. So was the case with Naina. Richard was the first man in her life and she was ready to leave her job and her home country for him. Love sees no bar of age, caste, race, or country. Three months after Naina left for US to be the wife of the man. Two weeks after they were married in a quiet ceremony and living in Rich's aristocratic farmhouse in overlooking the Gulf of Mexico in Clearwater, Florida. Rich leaned his head back and stared at the clock on the wall about to strike midnight while pondering what he should do. There was still sometime left for Naina to come from the channel. He loved Naina desperately and wanted her to be happy. He didn't stop her from continuing her work in broadcasting. Naina wanted to continue the job of News anchor. The local TV news channel - News 24 Live, welcomed her to their team. She was always kind, generous, fun and still able to carry herself with dignity when at business, social gatherings with him; but in the bedroom she was wild. In short, she was the girl of his dreams. He had fought off feeling of inadequacy for over six months now. At first he told himself he was crazy to even worry about it. Lately, it was becoming more evident that she was not happy and possibly even faking her pleasure. She now worked mostly on night shifts at the station. His thoughts again drifted back to their wedding night. Oh, what a night that was. After stepping across the threshold, Rich lifted Naina in his arms and brought her to their bed. In the dim light they embraced in a long kiss. Her tongue insistently probed his and he was powerless to resist. As their kiss became more passionate, Rich started tugging her gown off while Naina's delicate hands unzipped his trousers. Rich expertly unhooked her bra and pulled the straps down freeing her breasts from their lacy confines. Naina's beautiful perfect breasts with light brown nipples were bare, open to for pleasure. He let loose butterfly kisses on the top of her soft breasts causing her to moan. She glanced down at the tent in the front of his underwear and laughed. "I think you want me Rich." "Want you! Darling I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than I want you right now." "Well, I'll just have to give you a little bit of me then, won't I?" she teased. She crawled down on to the bed; bent on all her four and began panting. "Rich, quick! Take me my love. I want you inside of me darling." Her moans bought a grin to Rich's face. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, released his cock from his underwear, and fell onto the bed to fuck his wife from behind. It was going to be a first time for Naina while Rich was ready to complete his thirty-year sex exile. Slowly, he slid her panties down her slim thighs and gently caressed her pussy with his open palm. He was now ready to feel the heat of Naina's pussy wrapped around his turgid flesh. He pushed inside more until she flinched, the sharp pain of losing her maidenhead. "Aaah, Rich ... it feels so good..." She moaned now used to his intrusion into her feminine depths. Rich was squeezing her soft boobs and tweaking her nipples in between to increase her pleasure. Naina kept groaning her own short love words. "oh yes ... ah ... uh ... so good ... yes ... oh ... fuck me ... Rich ... oh yes." Rich was pleased fucking her virgin pussy after his long abstinence. Naina felt herself rising to a peak of physical delight. Screaming his name she experienced her first orgasm with a man inside the folds of her flesh. Now Rich was feeling elation and he continued pounding himself inside her with all the energy he had left. Rich screamed her name. "Oh Naina ... oh baby ... baby ... oh darling ... oh yes ... Naina..." Finally reaching his own orgasm he watched his beautiful young wife in the throes of ecstasy at his fulfillment. "What's the matter darling? Can't sleep?" Naina's voice stirred him out of his semi-conscious musings. He opened his eyes to see her walking toward him clad in nothing more than a blue bra, and low-cut panties visible through her transparent nightgown. Her beautiful breasts and shiny black hair swaying to the rhythm of each step she took. The sight of her melted his heart. "Sweetheart ... you know how long I have been waiting for you." "Sorry Rich, I have to extend my session at the channel. The public wanted me more on the news channel. I miss you my love," she cooed as she slid beside him on her knees so that her breasts were right in front of him. She unties her bra to make her titties uncovered. "My titties miss you, baby." She used her best little-girl voice, knowing it always-excited Rich. She leaned forward until one olive colored nipple pressed itself against his lips. Rich was helpless. As much as he wanted to talk at this moment, there was no denying his wife's eroticism. He opened his mouth, swirled his tongue around her dark areola and playfully nibbled her nipple. "Wait a minute darling." Rich broke off his attention to her tits and pushed her gently into a sitting position beside him. Naina looked at him with a puzzled expression. "There's nothing I'd like more than to continue fondling you. I know that it would ultimately result in us having another round of the greatest sex in the world." Naina touched Rich's cheek with a hand and smiled. He continued. "But, I have to say something to you and I want you to promise me you'll be completely honest with me, okay?" Naina searched his eyes for a moment and nodded her consent. "For the past couple of months I've noticed a change in you." "A change?" Naina cocked her head. "Yes, baby. It's been subtle and slow developing, but unmistakable." "What do you mean sweetie? What kind of change?" She returned to her little-girl voice. "Come on baby. Cut that out," Rich begged. "Ok, I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl and listen," she whispered in his ear with a husky voice. "Naina! Damn it. Please! I'm serious." She sat back and was attentive. "Ok." "We have sex as often as we did when we got married ... which is great ... I mean for me ... I enjoy the hell out of it, but..." Rich paused, searching for a way to describe his feelings. "But what, darling?" "Well ... I know you ... uh ... aw shit! I'm just going to come out and say it! I don't believe I'm satisfying you." Naina half laughed. "Whatever in the world gave you that idea baby?" Rich sighed and looked her in the eye. "Darling, most of the time after we finish making love you are staring off into space as if you're thinking of something else, and now you have shifted to the late night news at the channel..." He hesitated. "What the hell? Linda wanted me to present news in the night slot and I think there is nothing wrong in that!" Naina appeared upset, insulted. Rich continued quickly. "Naina, baby, come on ... don't be upset. Admit it. When we make love you're thinking of something else." "Ok, maybe sometimes I think of something else, but I've never thought about 'somebody' else. You're my husband. You're the one I want to think about." "See" said Rich. "I'm the one you want to think about. You could have said I'm the one, and the only one, you think about." "Rich! Don't be silly. I think only about you." "Darling, tell me honestly." He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her on the cheek. "Have you been thinking about someone else ... maybe not a specific person, but just the idea of someone else being with you?" "Rich!" She tried to appear indignant, but she was beginning to weaken. "Did something happen at work? Did you see some guy who turned you on?" "No I didn't see any guy." "Ok, did something happen?" Naina hesitated. She looked away, afraid her eyes would betray her. She thought for a moment, shrugged her shoulders and turned back to him. "Ok, you promise you won't get mad if I tell you?" "I promise." Rich's heart began to beat faster. Finally, he was going to find out what was going on with his lovely young wife. "You're right. It happened few weeks ago when I and some other news anchors were relaxing in the break room." She sounded anxious. Rich put one hand on her shoulder and with the other one caressed her cheek. "It's ok, baby. I'm not going to be upset. I love you with all my heart. I just want to know." Naina relaxed. She shook her head and laughed. "American women sure know how to live life to the fullest." She glanced away, then back to Rich. "There was a survey in the magazine 'Just For Women' that revealed that the average penis length of an American man is 7 inches. Sharon and Eliza started talking up their husband's dick and how well they please them. They asked me if your size is as rich as his name. I couldn't bear that and walked out of the break room. Linda followed me and asked me not to take the female gossips serious. You know Rich, Linda apart from being the owner of the channel, is my best friend. She is always behind me." "Yeah, I remember you mentioning her name," said Rich. Naina continued, "Linda got on the internet and showed me something I couldn't believe." She paused to see if Rich was going to reply, but he appeared calm. "Rich, please don't get offended ... you told me you wouldn't get mad." She said plaintively. Rich smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. "I won't get mad baby. You can tell me." He was beginning to get an idea of what had happened with his sweet, innocent wife. All the while his pulse was quickening, his heart pounding in his chest. Naina felt reassured, but her breathing was faster, both from nervousness of revealing her secret thoughts to Rich and also because of the content of those thoughts. "What surprised me the most was the size of the man's penis in the pictures. I'm sorry Rich, but they were mostly bigger than yours ... some of them twice as big! I never knew men could have such big dicks. The only one I've seen is yours before." Rich was crushed. It was the same thing happening all over again. His woman wasn't satisfied with the size of his cock. "Do you want a man with a big dick?" asked Rich. Naina searched his eyes to gauge his mood. Though he looked sad he still appeared calm. "I don't know baby... Linda said there's nothing like a big cock to satisfy a lady ... I don't know ... it's been on my mind ever since then. Thats what I think about after we make love." Naina's talking about other men with bigger dicks was arousing Rich. He didn't know why. He felt like he should be mad, but he wasn't. The idea of Naina being interested in another man was exciting to him. His dick was rock hard and creating a bulge in the front of his shorts. Naina noticed and was shocked. "Rich? What is making you aroused? Is it that I think about men with big dicks?" Rich blushed. He didn't know why, but he did like her thinking about men with bigger dicks than him even though it was embarrassing and he was afraid it could threaten their marriage. It was a definitive change from his experience with all other women before her. "I ... uh ... damn, I don't know ... I do have a raging hard-on." They stared at each other not knowing what this meant. Rich was the first one to speak. "I don't know why I have a hard-on. Somehow the thought of another man with you is turning me on, but please don't do that darling. I don't think I could bear the pain of you being with another man even though it might turn me on." Naina was confused. She pondered what all this could mean. "Rich, darling, don't worry. I promise I will never do anything you don't want me to do." She kissed him on the lips. "Thank you my love. I have full faith on you." He caressed her cheek and ran his fingers through her beautiful hair. A couple of days later, at work Rich logged on to check his email and noticed he had a message from Linda, the owner of the News 24 Live channel. He was quite surprised, as they had never met before. He opened the email and read, "Rich, we've never met, but I know a lot about you from speaking to Naina. She has confided to me her curiosity about men with bigger cocks than your measly 5". She also told me you got an erection when she mentioned she fantasized about another men. Now, I'm not out to offend you, but I'm going to take advantage of this situation. I love to help woman free themselves from wimpy husbands and experience the pleasure of a real man. I'm going to help Neelam this way. You will agree to it, or I will expose your story to the international magazine. Mind you I have recorded all my conversation with Naina and I have received assurance from your ex-girlfriend and famous glamour model Kylie, who will spell out why she left you after the first date. Besides, I think you need to come to a deeper understanding of why you get a hard-on thinking about your wife being fucked by another man. Now, I want you to make some excuse for going out tonight. I have invited her over to my house tonight. When she finds out you are not going to be home it will free her to accept my invitation. You will also come to our house, but not let Naina know where you are going. Reply to me by 5, so I know you are coming before the end of the workday. You must comply with this, or your story will be mailed to the publications tomorrow. Please take me seriously. I'm not kidding." It was signed simply "Linda". Rich was shocked. He got up and paced back and forth trying to figure out what to do. Linda had him right where she wanted. There was only 15 minutes left before 5. She had not given him much time to come up with a way to get around her demands. No matter what he thought of there didn't seem to be any way to avoid giving in to her. He sat back down and with trembling hands wrote a reply to Linda, telling her he accepted her terms. When Naina came home after work, she noticed Rich was preoccupied. "Is everything ok sweetheart?" She gave him a quick peck on the lips and looked him in the eyes. Rich felt like he was abandoning her to wolves and saving her from them at the same time. "Honey ... I have to go back to attend an urgent meeting tonight. I'm going to be late. I'm sorry I just can't get out of it." "Really? Well that's quite a coincidence. Linda has especially invited us to the birthday party of her cousin at their mansion. I have promised her that we will definitely be there but I didn't know you about your plans. Anyhow, I will tell her that we won't be able to attend the party and wish her and her cousin on the cell phone." "Even if I am not going, you have to attend, otherwise she'll feel bad." Naina was surprised. "Are you serious? Won't you mind me going there alone?" Rich advised her, "No baby, Linda is your best friend. Actually, I'd hate it for you if you didn't keep up your promise, and sat here all alone tonight and be bored." "Well, as long as you're ok with it dear. I don't want to do anything that would make you upset." She examined Rich closely for any signs of regret about giving her permission to go, but he seemed ok with it. A short while later Rich pulled into the driveway of Linda's and her husband, Max mansion where he strolled up to the front door and rang the bell. Linda greeted him. She was an attractive brunette about 35 years old with green eyes and a nice smile. Rich thought she looked rather sexy in her maroon top and matching skirt. Her hair was pulled up and clipped in the back with only her bangs falling forward Rich sized her up as having a few extra pounds, but all in the right places. She had the kind of body that really turned him on. "Most welcome, Mr. Watson. I'm glad you took the reasonable choice. You need to pull your car around back so Naina won't know you're here when she arrives." Rich did as instructed. Once back in the house Linda led him to the basement. Inside the room was a TV monitor mounted on one wall. In the middle of the room was a king-size bed with a chair at the foot of it. "Get comfortable, Richard." Linda directed Rich with her open palm. Then she left, only to return a few minutes later wearing in a light green nightie held up by thin straps over her shoulders. Rich was puzzled but felt his cock stirring. "Linda, please ... I know you have me in a situation where I have to do what you want, but I don't think I could cheat on my wife. I love Naina and would never want to hurt her," Rich pleaded her. Linda laughed out loud. "Oh you fucking idiot, I am not going to leave you. You have to answer me honestly what you really desire regarding your beautiful wife." Rich's heart skipped a beat. Linda moved between Rich and the bed with her back toward him. She planted her feet and twisted her body to look back into his eyes. This caused her nightie to ride up the back of her thighs a few inches. Rich was fascinated and stared at her legs. Breaking News "You like that, Richy?" she teased. Rich met her gaze, but said nothing. "Oh come on now. You can't give me the silent treatment. Part of the deal is you need to respond to me and answer correctly." Her demeanor was stern as she pouted at him. Rich looked back at her legs. "Yes ... I like that." "A lot?" she grinned. Rich gulped. "Yes, a lot." Linda turned to face him. She lifted her right leg slightly and crossed it in front of her left leg, the toes of her right foot still touching the floor. She reached down, took the hem of her nightie and pulled it up until Rich could see the outline of her pussy veiled thinly by the front of her thong. He moaned. "What's that Richy? Look good to you?" "Yes ... damn it looks really good ... please, don't do this." Linda smiled. "Oh, I'm going to do it all right and you're going to tell me everything I want to know." Rich's breathing was ragged and he squirmed as his dick strained inside his pants. Linda saw the bulge in the front of his pants. "That's a good boy," she said in a motherly tone. She turned her back to him again and climbed onto the bed. The straps of her nightie fell halfway down her arms. The thong fit snugly against the crack of her ass, barely covering her pussy lips. Rich began breathing audibly, squirming, and moaning. Linda remained in that position, turned her head to him and said "Ok, it's time to ask you a question about Naina. Will you answer truthfully?" Rich was rubbing his cock through his pants and was so turned on he would have said yes to anything she asked. "Yes ... uh ... oh. Fuck, yes!..." "Would you enjoy seeing a someone else fucking your wife, making her scream with pleasure?" Fear stabbed at Rich's heart, but his mind was no longer in control of his voice. Still, he hesitated. Linda sat up, slipped her fingers inside the elastic of her thong and slid them down to her knees. She bent forward again, her cheek pressed into the bedding, displaying her open pussy to Rich in all its glory. "Come on now, Rich. Tell the truth. Would you enjoy seeing a long hard dick digging in your wife's pussy?" She slowly wiggled her ass while he struggled emotionally. Rich could no longer restrain himself and moaned, "Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" He furiously rubbed his dick and climaxed, spewing his cum inside his pants, jerking and gasping to his completion. Linda sat back up onto her heels and smiled at him. "There you go. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Rich just moaned and continued to rub his dick as he coasted down from the heights of his lust. Linda pulled up her thong, climbed off the bed and walked toward the door. "Stay here. It's almost time for Naina to arrive." "Wait a minute..." Rich was terrified now. He had just admitted he would be thrilled to see Naina fucked by other man. Was that what they intended to happen? Linda didn't answer him. She closed the door behind her. Rich heard the dead bolt lock turn. He ran to the door, grabbed the handle, and tried it. It was useless. He was locked securely inside the basement. He was worried about what kind of tactics they might use to convince Naina to have sex with someone else. He tried to reassure himself that Naina had said she would never do anything like that if he didn't agree to it. Even as he thought about it another side of him was excited at the possibility of Naina actually agreeing to fuck a long-dicked man. "Who would be that lucky man?", he thought. He was emotionally torn between his emotions and his mind. About half an hour later, Naina arrived on doorsteps of the mansion and Linda warmly welcomed her. "Where's Richard?" Linda inquired. Naina apologized, "He had some urgent meeting, tonight. He asked me to wish Jimmy happy birthday. But, where's everybody else?" Linda smiled. "Oh dear, Jimmy's wanted just you and Richard here. He wanted to celebrate his birthday quietly." "So, where's the birthday boy?" Before Linda could reply, Jimmy eased himself down the stairs. Jimmy was a young handsome man of about 25 and had come to his cousin sister, Linda for participating in her news channel business. Two sets of eyes met each other leaving Naina felling like a heavy weight was pressing down on her chest robbing her of breath. Both of them met for the first time, few weeks ago, at the annual party of the TV channel. Rich couldn't attend that party because of his business tour to New York. Jimmy was the first man to fire a lust inside Naina, after she married Rich. During the party, they came close to each other and that's Naina first felt some tingle in her belly. Linda went to look for Max. "Happy birthday, Jim" Naina smiled and gave him the rose bouquet. "Thank you very much, Naina". They exchanged a quick peck on the cheek. Jimmy stared at her star-studded orange gown with a white coat over it. Her black hair was lifted up at the back of her head, twisted, and held in place with dangling diamond earrings. She was looking damn hot. Just then Linda came out with her husband Max with cake already in his hand singing "Happy Birthday" as they approached the couple. Jimmy cut the cake and gave the first bite to Naina. Naina handed him a gold-plated wristwatch. Then, Linda announced that now Jimmy would have 25% shareholding in the TV news channel. Music was turned on and the four of them began to dance. Naina pulled off her coat. Her tight gown left little to the imagination and Jimmy drank in her lithesome figure. Both the couples began dancing in their own world. During one song Jim's hand slid down Naina's back and came to rest on her ass but she didn't push it away or say anything. Rich was watching, on the big screen, in the basement with anxiety ... waiting for something to happen, both dreading it but excited at the same time. Suddenly Linda heard the ringing of a phone somewhere in a distant room. She broke her clench with her husband and was gone. Reentering the room Linda piped up, "Max, we gotta go to the channel. Carla and Sarkoji are getting married," Linda she finished in a titter. "Ooh, that's the breaking news people want. I knew this would happen. Love bridges all the gaps thrown up by society, huh?" Max replied. "Wait Linda, I am also coming with you." Naina said eagerly. "No dear, you should stay here and enjoy with Jim." "But..." Before Naina could say more, Jimmy gazed at her with puppy-dog eyes, silently begging her to stay. Naina sighed. She had no choice. Linda and Max left for their news channel with a hurried good-bye to both of them. Jimmy was waiting for this moment. Jimmy slid his arms around her from behind and put his lips on her bare shoulder. "Naina, you don't know how much I've missed you. How much I wanted to talk with you ... alone." "Yes dear ... me too. The more I wanted to be away from you, the more I thought of you." Naina gazed into his eyes turned her face towards him with her head slightly bowed. Jim lifted her chin to kiss her, her red lips rushing to meet his. Then just as quickly Naina pushed herself away from his arms. "But Jim, you have to realize that I'm married. I should be faithful to Rich." In the basement, Rich was watching the entire scene, happening in the hall, on the TV monitor. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door opening. He was stunned to see Lind and Max standing there. "Oh, how are you Mr. Watson? I hope you enjoyed the action so far." Linda said in a condescending voice smiling as she finished. "What are you doing here? I thought you guys were going to the TV station." Rich asked them with surprise. "Don't be surprised, Rich. This was our plan, to come down here, and take in the show with you. We parked out back and sneaked back inside. Just keep sitting there ' cause the real action is coming up." Max added as they grinned towards each other. Rich was helpless. He now knew that they have left Naina alone with Jimmy to allow him to take advantage of the situation ... and of his wife. Max eased out his clothes and took his seat beside Rich. Linda stripped herself to just her bra and panties. Their eyes were focused on the TV monitor. In the hall, Naina and Jimmy were still arguing. "Naina, you are well-educated and free to make your own decisions. If Rich is unable to satisfy your needs, you have every right to breakup with him." Jimmy tried to assure Naina. "But this will be wrong. I, being an Indian woman, can't be unfaithful to Rich. He is my husband and has done a lot to take care of me." At the basement: "Oh come on Jim, get busy. Linda, sometimes I think you made a mistake picking him for Naina. If I had been in his place, she would have had her underneath me by now." Max spoke to his wife but in a manner teasing Rich. "Calm down, dear. I know Naina pretty well. She would never agree to do that with her best-friend's husband. Give me some credit. He'll have his way with her. Just watch." Linda assured him as Rich watched them with strange eyes. At the hall: "Tell me, what all he has done to satisfy your physical needs. Does he know what mental state you're being going through with this dissatisfaction?" Jimmy slid his hand over Naina's bare shoulder. "Jimmy..." Naina turned away from him as he has struck at an exposed nerve. "Yes, Naina. Tell me if I am saying anything wrong. Will that old man be ever able to satisfy your desires?" She was speechless. Jim continued, "I am your true lover and I understand your desires and I think you'll be doing nothing wrong by accepting my love." Naina looked towards him as resolve was melting under his gaze. "Trust me, please." Jimmy shot his last arrow finally. Naina broke at this. All her doubts were gone. She nestled her face on his chest and hugged him. "Jim, forgive me. It took me time to accept ... this ... you ... everything." Naina whispered. Jimmy hugged her and dried the tears that had pushed over the edge of her eyelids streaking down her cheeks dragging back rivulets of mascara in their wake. They stared into each other's eyes until he pressed his lips to hers slipping his tongue into mouth searching for hers. They forgot about the entire world. "Ah! Look at 'em. They're getting into each other." Linda squirming as her interest in their lovemaking increased. "Simply awesome," Max added in a hoarse whisper. Jimmy pulled her gown off her slender shoulders, revealing her pert breasts slowly to the evening air. He let his lips drift down her body. Slowly licking her neck, his tongue moved closer to her breasts. Naina now realised that she was naked before a man-her gown collapsing into a neat pile at her feet-a man who was not her husband, but she didn't care it. Jimmy's hands squeezed her perky tits together as his mouth encircled her nipples. As soon as she had felt his lips tighten on her hard nipple, she was on the "seventh heaven". It was now Naina's turn. She unzipped his pants. With trembling hands she tugged his pants and boxers together. She was surprised when his monster sprung out and slapped against his 6-pack stomach loudly, leaving a sticky dab of his pre-cum on it. Staring at it, she instinctively licked her lips preparing to suck the cock into her hungry mouth. As soon as he had taken off the rest of his clothes, she bent forward to examine his manhood more closely. Wrapping her hand around it, Jimmy quipped "Like it?" A sparkle in her eyes told him "yes" though she didn't reply. It was the first time Naina had seen such a great specimen in her life. Rich's small one nowhere stood near Jimmy's 9" long and thick rod. Her mouth was now watering to taste it. She held it with her hand tight and pushed her "O" lips over his tool. Like in a trance she began moving her soft palm up and down that monstrous tool, trying to speed up to see the pleasure on her partner's face and it made her hot like a hell. "I never knew that she loves sucking. Wonder why she never tried mines?" Rich asked himself slowly. "For this credit goes to me Mr. Watson. I made her learn to suck the manhood. And what would have she sucked yours, which didn't even come up her palm." Linda whistled at Jim's bulk now bobbing free of his pants. Naina gave the man's organ a couple of tentative stroke. Slipping the glands inside her mouth she found herself sucking the monster cock like a delicious mango. This was Jimmy's first time but he was still holding himself like an experienced guy. Finally, she licked off his precum and stood up, licking his muscular body. Their lips met and tongues struggled, entwining and releasing again. "Uunnhh ... I can't wait any more honey." Linda, rubbing her moist pussy through her soft panties, pleaded for Max to give her his cock. Max quickly pulled out his 8" dick and sat back. "Take it babe, this is for you." Linda dove face-first onto his erection while Rich watched her giving head to Max. Jimmy's hand moved under Naina's flimsy panties to dab at her well-trimmed pussy. He easily moved her panties aside revealing her pussy slit gliding his fingertip along her wet slit. Then Jim grabbed her ass in both his hands to lift her up. "Pick up her up, man. Pick up her up." Max stood up from his seat shouting. Naina's arms twined around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. Jimmy's dick was now ready to taste a woman's pussy for the first time. Slowly he guided it into her vagina. "Aaahh," she moaned as he pushed himself into her. It was a new way of doing sex for Naina but she moaned with delight. Jim started stroking with easy long strokes and the three people at the basement could hear their mutual pleasure. Rich was watching their pairing with his mouth hanging open wide. He was delighted to saw his young Indian wife coupling with a well-hung young man. Jim was fucking her with all energy inside him. His monster dick was now exploring those parts of her pussy that were untouched by Rich's undersized cock. Naina's breasts were bouncing enthusiastically with every buck of his pelvis. Her pleasure songs were arousing him more and more. Jim now made her sit on the dinning table. He was pleased to see Naina spreading her legs apart to warm welcome his cock again inside her. "Oh yes! Fuck me harder", Naina moaned as Jim squeezed her boob. Jim was penetrating her pussy with urgency. Naina was enjoying every moment of pleasure with him. Naina laid her back on the table and screamed louder while fluids ran out of her vagina, "Yeahhhhh ... Yesss." Jim's dick was probing deeper inside her well-lubricated pussy. She brought him to an orgasm. "Come on, Jim, cum inside me," she pleaded Finally Jim experienced his first orgasm with a woman wrapped around his cock. Both looked into each other's eyes speechless for a moment. "I hope that was to your satisfaction," Jim laughed looking into her brown eyes. "Very much," Naina cooed, raised her mouth to his for a deep wet kiss. "You are a real man, Jim. "Like it, Richie? Don't worry, we have recorded all their action in the tape for you." Linda teased with Rich as she switched off the TV. In the hall, both Jim and Naina rested after their lovely unison. As the clock struck 11:30, Naina swung a leg over to leave. She thought that it was about time for Rich to arrive. When she arrived home, she was relieved to see that Rich hadn't come yet. Next morning, she got up late: Rich already gone to the office. That night when Naina was getting ready for work, Rich asked her about yesterday's party. "How was the party, dear? I hope you must have enjoyed it." "Yeah, it was a small party. They have invited only us. But I felt somewhat lonely without you there." Naina replied and sat beside him on the bed "Oh then, you missed me?" Rich asked. He ran through his fingers over her face and put his arm around her. "Can't you take a day off, today." Naina saw Rich looking at her with a leer but she pulled herself away from him. "Sorry, dear. I'd love to but I have to leave. You know how much Linda relies on me." Rich asked himself as he watched her leaving for the station, "Why would she need him after getting the monster, Jim." Rich was feeling mentally unstable. His mind was not right at work. He couldn't sleep for the next few nights. One such night, when Naina had gone to the TV station, Rich was wandering here and there in their bedroom, disturbed and talking to himself. "Damn! Why did she do that to me? I trusted her. But why did Naina become unfaithful to me. I never expected that an Indian wife could spread her legs so easily and with anyone else, other than her husband." Angrily, he smacked his left palm with fist. "Why should she give it to me, when Jim is ready for her ... Damn it, it's my fault. If I hadn't told her about my fantasy of her being fucked by another man, she would have never cheated me. What the fuck will I do, now?" "Oh God, help me. I made a big mistake. God, save me." But his mind was still spinning. At last he found a way to repent. In the morning, when Naina came back from the station, she was surprised to find the bedroom door closed. She went into other room to change her clothes and relax as she didn't want to disturb Rich's sleep. But when even after an hour she didn't saw Rich awaking, she got curious. "Why hasn't Rich got up yet? He's normally awakes by now?" she asked herself and tried to open the door of the bedroom. It was locked from inside. She knocked on the door hard and shouted for Rich. But there was no voice from inside. "What' s happened to Rich? Why isn't he responding?" Her mind was caught up in fear. She called the servants and they broke down the door. Rich was lying on the sofa unconscious. A suicide note was there on the table. Rich admitted that he is dying on his own wish. Naina was devastated. Within couple of hours the suicide by a billionaire-Richard Watson-became the news flash on all the news channels. Naina couldn't recover from this shock. For the next ten days, she stayed at the home mourning her husband's death. One day, she got a surprise when Jim stood in her doorway. Jim looked sad to see her in this situation. Jim expressed his sorrow over Rich's death. "When I heard about this, I was worried about you. Rich was a nice guy." There was a silence in the room for a while as her hot tears streamed down her cheeks. After calming herself, she asked him, "How are you, Jim? Where are Linda and Max? I haven't seen them since the day Rich was cremated." "They both are at the right place - in the jail." Jim replied. "What are you talking' about, Jim? What's going on?" Naina shouted at Jim. "Yeah, it's all true. They deserve it for what they've done." Jim got up bit anger. "They're in for suspected blackmail. You're innocent babe, you didn't know about their plan." "I can't understand what the hell are you saying." "You don't know that but I knew their plan all along. Naina, I am now going to tell you everything about myself and my 'so called' cousin, Linda." Naina expressed her surprise again. Jim continued, "I am Jimmy Arthur from California from a farmer's family and I have no relation with Linda or Max. My parents died when I was twelve years old. After that I was living with my maternal uncle. My aunt was a shrewd cruel woman. She didn't care for me and made me work on the farms. Couple of months back, Linda visited their house. She's a friend of my aunt. My aunt told me that Linda had called me to her TV station for some job there. When I came here, she asked me to attract you. She knew that you were not satisfied with Rich. They had a plan to blackmail Rich. On that night, before you came over, Linda invited Rich for seeing with his own eyes, all the show. What do you think, that they left the mansion that night? No, they fooled you. They went back into the basement from the backdoor. The hidden cameras in the hall recorded everything we did on that night. After you left, they made a deal with Rich. They wanted to make money from our sex tape. They wanted five billion dollars from him for our sex tapes. Rich must've been in hell. He gave them the money but they still had the original tape with them. Now, they were planning on another cock. Their next victim was Mr. Lynn, the mayor of the city. But he was much too clever for Linda and Max. He complained to the police and now they are behind the bars feasting on all that they have sown." Breaking News Naina's mouth hung open wide with a surprise, "Oh my God. Why didn't I know about this earlier? Why did Linda do this to me?" "Naina, you must be aware of the fact that they were going through a financial crisis." "Yeah, that's why most of the top-rated reporters and technicians left the channel due to low salaries. I know the bankers have given the channel three months to repay the loans outstanding." "To get out of this situation they have to plan something bigger that can increase their bank balance and save the channel from the auction. They took advantage of the situation and blackmailed people like Rich and Lynn, who were married to ladies much younger then their age." "But why did Rich committed suicide. He deeply loved me. And it was his fantasy only to see me with someone younger than him." "Probably, he might have realized that he himself was responsible for all this. He had invited trouble himself by admitting before Linda that he wanted to see you with some another man. Now, Linda and Max were not going to leave him so easily and he feared that they might hand over our sex tape to some celebrity magazine anytime." Jim continued, "But before I leave, I am handing over your tape ... which created all this havoc. I was able to snag it from their house, which has been sealed. Please, destroy it. I don't want to see you in any sort of trouble. Trust me, Naina. I have never lied to you. May be I began with no feelings for you, but I started loving you from the day, I first saw you and ... I've enjoyed my every moment with you." Jim moved back towards the door to return. But suddenly, Naina grabbed his arm from behind. "Jim, please don't leave me alone, now. I can't live without you. I need someone who can care for me and who I can trust upon." They both hugged each other lovingly. A couple of weeks later, the breaking news on all the TV channels was that the widow of billionaire Richard Watson-Naina, had bought the news channel 'News 24 Live.'" The night she took over the reins of the news channel she was seen in the company of a young handsome man by the name of Jimmy Arthur. Breaking News Mine washed over me seconds before hers attacked her body. Pulling hard, deep in her body, I spurted my seed, filling her tight ass. As hers racked her body, she slid forward, pulling me down on top of her. I kissed her neck and shoulders, nipping gently. We rested as my cock withdrew itself from her ass, resting between her heavenly cheeks. Jillian was releasing Nick from his captivity. Taking the ropes off, he pulled Nick down on the floor near us. We watched quietly from the floor. Pulling his backpack over, he searched quickly for his can of ky jelly. Covering a rock hard cock, he reached to Nick's ass. He ran his hand up and down his crack, coating him as well. Nick positioned himself, head toward us. Lowering his upper body to the floor, he raised his ass high. Jillian moved in behind him. Grasping his cock, he aimed for Nick's back door. Nick grew rigid, his breath escaping, rushing out his mouth, propelled by a tensing body. Nick grunted loudly. "God I love your ass my little bitch," grunted Jillian. "I've missed you!" he continued. Nick, breath held, pushed back on Jillian. Jillian was not nearly as gentle with Nick as I had been with Sondra. Jillian looked massive, hovering over Nick. Reaching, sliding his hand up Nick's torso, Jillian grabbed a hand full of Nick's hair. Pulling hard, Nick arched upwards, head thrown back. Jillian thrust forward, Nick screamed. The bear of a man thrust piston like into Nick's ass, repeatedly thrusting, grinding his broad hips against Nick's ass, withdrawing, and thrusting forward again. His big hands grabbed Nick's hip bones, pulling him back roughly, burying his cock balls deep in Nick's ass. His massive frame slammed against him repeatedly. Nick, lost in his sex, pushed back, grunting with each thrust of the big man. He stared at us, his eyes glazed. Mouth open, breathing raspy, he fucked the big man with his ass. Bucking, tilting his hips, he fucked the big man hard. Jillian, gun in hand resting over Nick's hip bone, drove his cock deep repeatedly. His balls were bouncing together with Nick's. Leaning over Nick, he reached around Nick, grabbing Nick's engorged cock. He pumped Nick's cock furiously. As he thrust forward, Jillian would stroke down hard on Nick's cock. When he withdrew, he would stroke up. His fist tightened hard around Nick's smaller cock. His hand movements became quicker, fisting hard, jacking Nick into an orgasmic state. Releasing Nick's cock, Jillian leaned upward, grabbing both hips, and thrust with a new vengeance. "Make yourself cum Nicky! Cum for me!" Jillian growled as he hammered his cock in and out of Nick's ass. Nick reached to stroke his cock. Both men were approaching their own orgasms. "You two, get dressed now!" Jillian shouted at us. "Now!" he ordered. We scrambled to our feet, grabbing our clothes, and dressing as quickly as possible. "Squeal for me Nicky," grunted Jillian. "Be my pig," he continued. Nicky hung his head. Suddenly, Nick tensed, and started shooting his load on the carpet. Spasms shook his body. "Yes baby," Jillian grunted. "I'm cumming!" he screamed. He ground his hips hard against Nick's lily white ass. He started humping his ass, trying to keep a deflating cock buried in Nick's ass. Suddenly, Jillian reached upwards, in a flash of a second, pressed the gun barrel against Nick's upper neck, at the base of the skull. Our ears exploded as the gun discharged. In what seemed an eternity, as Nick's body slumped forward to the floor, Jillian placed the barrel of the gun under his throat tight against the skin, and pulled the trigger for a second time. His body slumped forward on Nick. Only a few seconds had actually passed. Stunned, time stood still. Sondra started screaming hysterically. I quickly jumped to call 911. Seconds passed. I was holding Sondra tightly against my body. We finished dressing. The smell of blood filled the room. We moved to vacate the room quickly, waiting for the police and ambulance outside the room. Our story was verified. The big man had set-up a video feed to record the event as it happened. We will never know why. We can make all the generic assumptions, but no reasoning was recorded. Sondra made arrangements to take the body back to the northwest, home. We said our good byes. An embrace told more than words could say. That day was our only time together. Fantasy can come in strange circumstances.