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Mrs March: Slut Wife Ch. 01

By: LIPrulz



© LIPrulz August 2010

(11th in the Jasmin sequence though it can read alone as a separate episode)

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I've received emails asking if there is any more to come or if I stopped writing. One in particular was very miffed. Imagine how cross I, even us, have been from time to time living through these events. Of course there is more but a fair bit has happened with Jasmin in recent months. Other episodes of hers have come to light and I'm only now in a position to write about them. As for an ending to the story about Jasmin - there is enough material to write many more episodes about her 'adventures'. With a story of anyone's life is there ever an end? For a little clarity; there IS more to the descent sequence. There is much more, when I think of the entirety of Jasmin's adventures it's quite overwhelming.

For now; briefly, several months ago I came inside from the separate home office where I write. I found Jasmin in the front entry, the door still open, up against the wall with her legs wrapped around a younger guy. Naturally there was a blow up and we nearly separated for the last time right then. Divorce would have followed as soon as I could manage it.

One of the conditions of our staying together now is that Jasmin tell me everything, not just what she had written in her secret diaries but what she tore from them later as well as events she never recorded just in case one day I read them. There are other conditions as well which I'll not go into now.

We've just come back now from a holiday to Thailand where a friend has some property that we stayed in on and off for three months. We toured and spent every moment with each other, finding out we still had a life together. My parents were very supportive and cared for Gregory while Jasmin and I salvaged our marriage.

While there Jasmin opened up about everything. I felt in turns humiliated and furious but had to swallow a lot of pride or we would have been finished. Neither of us wants that. So far I think she is telling me the whole truth and because of our love we are still together. I believe we will stay monogamous now and I can now write about the past again. Writing about Jasmin helps sort out my issues and keeps it in the past. As I already shared so much about her early life I'll now bring you to more recent events of about five years ago, relevant to what happened just a few months ago.

Jasmin was 28 then and we had been married for 6 years. What I'll relate here, Jasmin didn't even record in her secret diaries. It's relevant to what happened before our holiday because someone from that time reappeared on the scene.

A description of Jasmin at 28, important as to appreciate just how gorgeous this girl is; she is half Japanese half Australian, has high cheekbones with thick soft lips, long eyelashes and straight glossy black hair down to the middle of her back. Her appearance is Eurasian though at times she looks very Japanese, particularly when fluttering those eyes, achieving that Asian mystique. Jasmin is about 5' 5" tall, measurements at 28 were about 35C-24-35. Jasmin's body has always been well toned from various sports, hockey and swimming among them. Her beautiful bum is prominently firm, setting off very nicely her slender waist. Jasmin's C cup is still very perky with lovely bullet long very sensitive brown nipples.

- - - Jasmin will relate the next and then we'll switch to a regular narrative - - -

My chief problem is when I'm turned on I can't say no. No, that's not it really. Any girl finds it hard to say no when she's turned on. My real problem is that I'm turned on too easily and it becomes a burning need that must be satisfied. My nipples are way sensitive, like switches that make me horny almost instantly. After some guy knows this and uses it I'm lost.

Actually they don't really need to know cause they always play with my nipples anyway. They're so long nobody leaves them alone for long. (Damien called them my '44s' for a long time before I knew what he meant).

I won't leap on a guy and tear his clothes off; I'm too passive for that. But my resistance will be gone when he's played with my nipples. I'll just let him do what he wants.

Late Spring in 2006 was fairly mild though there were a few really hot days. It only had to be sunny out and if I was home I was usually out at the pool. My pale skin was well tanned after a couple of days except under my bikini of course.

Our son, Gregory was nearly nine. My husband Damien's sister, Michelle has two kids a little older and during the school holidays of summer, Gregory spends most of the time with his cousins playing on their acreage. Michelle and her husband let Gregory stay most nights as well. When my husband is really busy with work we are happy for Greg to stay over with them. It lets Damien concentrate on what he needs to do.

With Gregory gone and Damien busy I become bored all alone. I began inviting a neighbour from across the street over on some days. Jenny was 33 then. She's a Kiwi and a single mum of one boy, Paul. Paul was in his final year of highschool, year 12 and planning on university straight after.

After a couple of visits, Jenny asked if Paul could use the pool during the day since it was the holidays. I liked Jenny and figured her kid would be fine so I said, sure he could come over whenever he liked. At the time we never locked the gate across the driveway so Paul could just walk around the back to the pool and let himself in through the pool fence.

The first time he came over, Paul was alone. He was friendly but shy. I caught him staring at me lying on the recliner under the gazebo many times. I wondered if I should wear a one piece instead of the bikini but was too lazy to go and change. I admit it was also a bit of fun to tease him.

The next day Paul came over with a couple of friends. It wasn't a real sunny day so I wasn't dressed for the pool and didn't expect them. I was gardening instead in cutoffs, a button shirt with my sleeves rolled up and joggers with no socks.

Paul apologised for bringing friends but I said, "It's ok. Everyone's got friends. As long as they don't wreck the pool of course they can swim as well." I wasn't sure if Damien would agree but he wasn't home for almost two weeks and I couldn't see any harm. Paul and his friends couldn't keep their eyes off my legs. One was a little older and quite dark, an aboriginal. His name was Matty and he was 19. I found out later Matty had repeated two different years of highschool but to his credit he planned to finish year 12.

After perhaps half an hour, Matty got out of the pool and came over to the garden to talk to me. He was wearing board shorts and I didn't take too much notice of him then.

"It looks way too hot for gardening, Mrs March," he said. "You should come in the pool."

I told him, "Please call me Jasmin, Matty. Mrs March sounds way too old."

"Ah, not real comfortable with that," he said. "Please, Mrs March, you should come in the pool and cool off. There's plenty of room."

I was surprised. Matty was being polite but at the same time was nowhere near as shy as Paul. I was hot from gardening and supposed I could really use a swim. I admit I also like teasing these teenagers. Matty was looking at my chest as we talked. I looked down at myself and saw why.

My shirt was wet with sweat from gardening. He could see the outline of my bra through the shirt. At least my nipples were not showing. It was second nature for me then to wear padded bras outside all the time to prevent my nipples from being so prominent.

Paul and his other friend, Jeremy were still in the pool. They also called out then for me to come in. I knew Paul must have told his friends about my yellow bikini and they were aching to see me in it.

Rashly, I decided why not? Plus I liked the boys looking at me. Damien had been busy lately researching a book and largely left me alone, plus our son was away with his cousins for the holidays so I was a little bored. I felt good with the boys looking at me, even younger guys like these three. "Alright," I said. "I'll be right back."

As I went in the back door I heard one of them hissing gleefully, "Yesss!" The others shushed him right away. I couldn't help laughing aloud. I decided to frustrate them and put on my one-piece suit. But I must have been on auto-pilot because I went straight into the bathroom. The only swimming costume I had in there was the yellow bikini, hanging up drying from the previous day.

Feeling a little naughty, I even giggled as I put it on. It was skimpy, only covering the important bits with string ties. It was not a thong though, I've never found thongs or g-strings comfortable at all and only wore them for Damien. I grabbed the largest beach towel we had from the linen cupboard and wrapped myself up before I went back out. When I took the towel off and dropped it on the nearest deck chair the conversation hushed. I couldn't help a giggle.

They all watched me come to the side. I dove in but had to surface immediately because I nearly drowned myself in another fit of the giggles at their reactions. Plus the water felt icy, even at 26° because I was so hot.

We began playing water polo, as we had catches at each pool end to attach small goals to. So we played ten minutes from each end to balance shallow and deep end. I was paired with Paul. Several times during the game, I knew Matty deliberately brushed a hand over my bikini top and he also tried to grope me between my legs. I didn't let him succeed, twisting away every time and showing him a cross look. Jeremy followed Matty's lead and was frisky as well. But he settled for sliding his hands over my back and belly. Perhaps because we were a team, Paul never tried anything other than high fives or an arm clinch when we scored. So mostly it was a lot of fun. At the end the score was level. I think Matty deliberately missed an easy shot over my head right at the end before Paul's watch alarm sounded. If he made it that would have won it for them.

"A decider penalty shoot is no fun," said Matty. "Let's do something else."

"Like what?" I wondered, happy for the enjoyment of the game to last a bit longer.

"Best of three wrestles," said Jeremy. He had hardly said anything until then. "You sit on Paul's shoulders, Jasmin. Matty and I'll take turns."

I laughed and looked at Matty. "That's why you missed," I said.

Paul laughed as well then, calling to his friends, "Busted, guys. Jasmin's too smart for you." At least Paul was now comfortable as well calling me Jasmin, not Mrs March.

"Yeah, ok," admitted Matty. "Guilty. But we have to do something to decide the winners. And it should be a team thing."

I suggested a relay race and laughed again as they all booed. Jeremy said that wasn't fair because Paul had already told him what a strong swimmer I was. Matty even called me, "Mrs March, the party pooper..."

"Ok, ok," I said, still laughing. "I didn't say no to the wrestling guys."

"You mean you'll..." began Paul in disbelief.

"Yes, I'll do it," I said. The look of joy on Paul's face was priceless. He would get to hold onto my legs while I sat on his shoulders. "No funny business though guys," I said. "Or we're done."

All three quickly agreed, no funny business. I wondered how Paul and I could possibly win though. Both Jeremy and Matty were much stronger than me. I said as much and Paul agreed. They decided to let Paul and I start from the shallow end for each match.

So Paul went under and came up between my legs, his hands wrapping over my thighs. I'm sure I felt his hands trembling a little. His nervousness in touching my legs gave me a thrill right away. I was ten, maybe eleven years older than Paul and by his hesitance he was obviously nervous, thinking I was very attractive.

I was surprised to see Jeremy on Matty's shoulders. I had assumed the aboriginal boy would want to grapple with me. He was obviously the naughty ringleader of this trio.

"Don't let them into the shallows," I urged Paul forward. I wondered if he knew how his neck was rubbing against my pussy, only a thin piece of material protecting me. He must have but he played it straight and didn't rub back against me at all. We moved quickly to guard the shallows and Paul went partway down the slope.

Matty approached more slowly. Jeremy and he were staring at my breasts. I uncertainly looked down. With the excitement of the game my nipples had hardened a bit and now I was out of the water for everyone to see. My '44s' (lol) pressed the bikini out from my breasts now. No wonder that the pair of them were nearly drooling. My face turned red with embarrassment. The boys never noticed, their eyes fixed on my chest.

I had to hold onto Paul's head for balance with one hand and couldn't effectively cover my breasts with the other. Matty pushed up the slope quickly at the end. Jeremy was already reaching for me. He behaved though and locked with my hands as I reached out to push him.

Matty surprised me when I felt one hand pulling my calf. We were turned a bit sideways and Matty pulled on my thigh to bring me around further. I was overbalanced already then. Jeremy let go my hands and I was falling. Paul tried to stay under me but his hands slipped from me as I slid around his shoulders. Somebody lifted my thigh a bit as I went over. It must have been Matty, which meant Jeremy was also going down. Then I was in the water.

The hand on my thigh slid straight into my crutch, straight onto the middle of my bikini bottoms. There was no mistake, he was rubbing me deliberately. Whoever it was pushed me over and went with me into deeper water. When I surfaced, Matty was infront of me. His hand was gone from me but it had to have been him. The other two were a few meters away.

I didn't know what to say. I was so surprised that he had done it. Matty could see my face reddening with anger now and I admit to some Japanese shame as well. I can be pretty confused about my feelings sometimes. 

"Well Mrs March," he said, swimming backward. "You and Jeremy both went over. Can you carry Paul because I think I'll beat you pretty quick?"

I had been about to yell at him. But my anger was fading, just leaving me the shame. Plus I didn't want to make a scene with his friends. They seemed oblivious to what had just happened. So I bit my tongue, willing the colour to leave my face and just watching Matty swim away.

"I can beat you, Matty," I said indignantly, instead.

Matty and Jeremy scoffed. Paul said we could though.

I went back to the shallows and let Paul come up under me again. His hands were firmer on my legs this time. There was only a slight tremor to his grip now. He still didn't rub his neck back against me so I knew there was at least one gentleman in the pool.

When we started forward I heard Jeremy curse from the other end. "What are you?... What the fuck, man?" I saw a bit of splashing go on. It looked like a little bit of a struggle and then Matty held Jeremy's head firmly forward.

"Go dude," Matty urged him. As they came toward us I saw that Jerermy was gritting his teeth for some reason. Then they were near us. Jeremy and Matty were again staring at my breasts, though Jeremy had a strange look on his face, more like dread than desire, I thought.

I ignored them as much as I could but I felt another annoying flush colour me. I was momentarily flustered, confused into wondering if these adolescents were arousing me. But it was still embarrassment I decided later. My hands locked with Matty. I knew at once he was right, too strong for me by far.

Matty laughed and just wrestled with me, pulling me back and forth on Paul's shoulders. He laughed under me also. It was infectious and soon I was laughing to though I don't remember any mirth from Jeremy. Then Matty tipped us sideways and we went over together. This time both his hands slid around me, propelling me back over him. He kicked off the side of the pool and went with me. As I slid in his grasp, both his hands closed over my bikini top, on my breasts. I choked on some water. With a last push on the bottom of the pool from Matty, we surfaced.

We were both facing away from the others, Matty behind me as we bobbed in the water. Matty made free with my breasts as I coughed and spluttered water out of my airways. I felt his hands tweaking both of my nipples. "Arrh," I spat out some more water. "Stop, Matty."

"Ha, Mrs March," he laughed as he continued to maul me. "You pulled me over as well. Well done," he said as he rubbed me through the bikini. "One more for the decider. I'll just make sure you're ok, first. You swallowed a bit of water, Mrs March."

All Matty's comments were made as if we were bantering about the wrestling. His friends were behind him and couldn't see what he was doing to me.

"No," I said. "That's enough, Matty." He was pulling and squeezing my nipples now and it had gotten to me. Good thing we were in the pool because my bikini pants would have become wet very soon.

"It's ok, Mrs March," he said in a concerned manner for the benefit of his friends. He was pinching and caressing my nipples at the same time. "You'll be fine in a minute. I'll support you till then."

Fine? I was starting to feel much better than fine while Matty's black hands manipulated my breasts. My own hands were not much more than holding his while he played with me then.

Matty felt my resistance ebbing and released one hand from my breasts. Then he captured my arm in his and held it, caressing me from my biceps to my hand, pulling my arm slowly behind me. He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

"Feel better now, Mrs March?"

I didn't respond. Nor did I protest or try to move away. I was still surprised and shamed by this boy's behaviour; he was so confident, so forward with me like he had years of experience. I wanted to move but I couldn't make myself, strangely drawn to this aboriginal boy.

Boy is really wrong to say though. Although Matty was only nineteen with little hair on his smooth chest, he was broad shouldered and had plenty of muscle about him. Up close to me now I saw just how much he dwarfed me. I'm about 54 kilos. Matty would be well over double my weight. I found out later he was a forward in the school league team.

Matty wasn't restraining me and I didn't pull away. I felt him close behind me. I could move if I wanted but I didn't, just let Matty play with me. My head lay back against Matty, maybe his cheek, I don't know because I let my eyes close as well. Matty's one hand was still lightly pinching and squeezing my nipples through the thin bikini. I stayed put, biting my lip at the sharp little twinges of pain from each pinch and the following feelings of pleasure as he rubbed my nipples back and forth. Slowly, his free hand pulled my hand back and between us. I let him.

The next I knew my hand was grasping his dick through his swim shorts. He was big, really big. "Matty, no," I managed a gasp.

"Ok," he said. "Yeah, you're fine now." Then suddenly he moved away. Before I could stop myself I felt my hand automatically trying to grasp him. But he was out of reach. I whirled around in the water. Matty's black body was swimming back up the pool. I just watched him without saying anything. Paul and Jeremy were looking at me quizzically. I felt my face reddening again and ducked under the water to swim back to the shallows.

"Ok," I said near the steps, still gathering my wits after being so well handled by this teenage boy. Shame well and truly had me by then. 

"Jeremy, you and Matty win. Sorry, Paul," I said, taking a deep breath to steady myself. The boys' collective gazes went straight to my breasts as I breathed in. I knew how hard my nipples would be pressing the bikini now and I sunk in the water to my neck to hide.


Mrs March: Slut Wife Ch. 01



I kept looking at Paul who then looked away. "I can't match their strength," I said to him. "That will do for today, boys. All of you should go now."

Paul thanked me for allowing them over and without any complaints the three of them left. I stayed in the water until they had dried off and gone. I tried to keep my eyes from looking but couldn't completely resist. But I looked at Matty just the once. He was drying his legs and then stood up with the towel over his wide shoulders. I stared right at the crotch of his board shorts.

"Ohh," I stifled a gasp. There was not just a bulge there but his partially erect dick was a fat slug under his shorts that angled right across him to the outside of his leg. How could I not look? Matty was monstrous.

I realised then that he had been still for a while and dragged my gaze up to his face. Matty was looking right at me. A smirk came across his face. Both Paul and Jeremy were looking from Matty to me. They obviously knew this about Matty from school and were waiting for me to notice. I dropped straight into the water. I was so shamed I didn't surface again until my lungs were nearly bursting. I still had that image of Matty's slug in my head.

They were headed out the pool gate by then. My face was still burning with the shame of being caught looking at this dark aboriginal boy. Matty turned to shut the pool gate slowly after him. I just watched crimson faced. Nothing had changed at his groin. Matty grinned at me, waved and trotted after his friends to catch up.

Finally I was alone. When I was sure nobody was coming back I lay back and floated in the pool for a while. But I couldn't clear my mind of what I had seen. I felt so turned on I was about to start fingering myself in the pool.

Even married and happily in love with my husband I still daydreamed sometimes about other men I might see out and about. A married girlfriend of mine once admitted to me she does the same thing. But Matty was a teenager and I shouldn't. I jumped out of the pool as quick as I could then and raced inside.

Damien was in Melbourne meeting with a new editor and visiting his agent. He wouldn't be back for another week or more. I really needed him then.

I was fairly tired that afternoon and as I wasn't going anywhere or expecting anybody I showered and dressed for bed early. I suppose I was a little confused and angry as well. I was angry with Matty for doing what he did and angry at myself for letting him do it practically without complaint.

But the whole of that time I was also thinking about what I had seen. I tried to convince myself that some trick of the light had fooled my eyes, that dicks could not be so big. But I had seen it twice and also felt it.

I thought about having some dinner but what I saw and felt was affecting me too much. Wondering about it led me to turn on the computer upstairs. I wanted to see. So I did a search for big dicks.

I found pictures and even preview movies of well-endowed guys without having to pay a cent. So it was possible then that Matty was as big as some of these guys. After a few minutes I hurriedly pushed the power button and the pc soon shut down.

After the first few big dicks I had seen I had found myself looking almost exclusively at the black ones. I had been wondering if Matty's dick looked like some I had seen. Worse, I was wondering how his big dick would feel inside me, if it would even fit. I was flushed and hot and at the same time shattered to realise how turned on, how wet I was.

Resolutely I went back downstairs. I was past the shame of thinking about Matty's dick all the time by then. It was pointless anyway. Ever since marrying Damien I had been faithful. I was not going to risk my marriage and if I did it would not Be with a teenage schoolboy.

I was only wearing a t-shirt and panties at around 7pm. The t-shirt was one of Damien's and came down to just below mid-thigh and the panties were just an ordinary white pair, comfortable and not particularly sexy. I was just taking some fish out for dinner and looking around for a new tin box of oil when the doorbell chimed. I answered it and it was Matty. I was completely surprised. He wore a singlet and baggy shorts. I wondered stupidly if he wore baggy pants all the time to conceal how large he was, like I padded my bras to hide my nipples.

"Your husband didn't come back early did he? Are you alone, Mrs March," he asked me when I didn't answer about Damien.

"No. I mean yes, there's no one else here," I said. "What are you doing here, Matty?" I asked him through the security screen door. It was latched from my side so I didn't feel unsafe talking through the screen with anyone.

"I would like to apologise for earlier today," he said. "May I come in?"

To his credit, Matty was not looking at my chest or my legs. I didn't have a bra on and my nipples stuck through the cotton like bullets. I used to wear the padded bras all the time, even at home. But after I married, Damien preferred me at home to go braless. And I liked him looking at me all the time as well. So it was a habit that I was in now at home. "Just a minute," I said and left the entry to put a gown on.

I was in the back room and had not even reached the stairs to the bedroom when I heard the handle at the screen door click. I stopped. There was no way the latch could be opened from the other side of the screen without a key so I had to be mistaken. But no, I then heard the creak as the screen door opened. Perhaps I hadn't pushed the latch locked after all. I strode quickly back to the hall to the front door.

Matty was in the entry then and pushed the front door closed behind him as I saw him. "What are you doing?" I was indignant. "How dare you! You have to leave now, Matty."

He didn't say anything right away. Matty turned and made sure the front door was shut. Then looking at the various light switches he turned off the front porch light.

"Matty, leave now and I won't call the police," I tried one last time. I was actually scared then. Matty was quite a bit bigger than me. I already knew I couldn't win in a wrestle with him.

Then he strode straight to me and caught my arms. "Mrs March," he finally spoke. "I just wanted to say how sorry I was for today." Matty pushed my arms behind me and held my wrists in one of his hands. He pulled me against him in the one movement. I could smell alcohol, probably a port, on his breath.

Just as he pulled me against him I saw that his shorts were unbuttoned and gaping open. His dick was hard inside, pressing his shorts wide. I felt his dick through the t-shirt over my stomach. Matty held me still against him as I struggled to get free. His dick rose further against me and I knew then he had not been fully hard when it was pushing his shorts wide. It was hot against me.

I managed to push back enough so I was looking up into his face. Thoughts raced through my head. I was wondering if he would hurt me if I screamed. Was he going to hurt me anyway? I didn't know. I thought it best to try and keep him calm. Maybe I could still stop what he wanted to do, even through the alcohol-fuelled mood he was in. "Matty, it's ok," I said. "You're sorry for um, not um. You're sorry for..." I couldn't verbalise how he had felt me up in the pool. But as my breasts were pressed against his lower chest I was certainly remembering it. I had been remembering it all afternoon. My nipples felt like they were burning as they rubbed against him.

"Ah, Mrs March," he persisted calling me that. Not once had he called me Jasmin. "I ain't sorry for that. I'm sorry you didn't get more of a feel of this."

Matty reached between us. I could feel his dick moving around against my belly. Then it just stayed hard up between us, close to my breasts as he let it go. I felt his hand on my bare leg then.

"No, Matty!" became a gasp as his hand thrust up under the t-shirt and straight up over my tummy to my bare breasts. He was so quick I had no time to react. His hand closed over my breast, his fingers rubbing and squeezing my nipple. It was a like a jolt shooting through me as I imagined how his dark hand looked on my white flesh. His black eyes bore right into me, his stare knew everything about me. He seemed to know what I really wanted.

I didn't make a sound. Matty stood there with his intense gaze, looking right into my eyes and I just looked back at him, unable to move as he started pulling on and squeezing my nipple. Matty seemed to know that what I wanted was for him to do just what he wanted with me.

Then Matty's eyes became even larger in my view as his mouth came down over mine. Without even realising it, my lips had parted automatically, my mouth allowing his insistent tongue the access it wanted. When he probed my tongue with his I was shamed to feel my tongue push back. His invasion of my mouth was incredible. Matty moved around and sucked first my top lip and then my bottom lip into his mouth. It was like he was devouring me. I could imagine him sucking my whole body in. Being completely eaten like that was a real turn on. If I wasn't already soaking wet in my panties from him playing with my breasts then thinking about being ferociously eaten by this so eager young man had me positively flooded down there.

"Mrs. March," he murmured as his mouth broke momentary contact with mine. "Your tits are so soft." Then his mouth was over me again. This time he sucked my tongue into his mouth. He didn't let me really explore his mouth though. Matty mashed my tongue against his teeth with his tongue before he broke contact again. "Take the shirt off, Mrs March," he ordered me.

Matty let go of my wrists and my arms hung limp. There was no fight in me. I had no will of my own any longer. He knew I was his. Matty watched me now as I took the shirt and raised it over my head and off.

"Mmm, gorgeous tits," he said appreciatively, both his hands now playing with my breasts. "Where's your bed?"

I took a deep breath before answering him. Then I said, "The guest bedroom is that way," and nodded down the right hall. My eyes fluttered. I had just indicated that we were headed to bed together. Matty had a slight smirk on his face now, knowing he would be screwing me soon.

I turned to lead him to the bed he would screw me on. But Matty shook his head before I had taken one step. "No way we're going upstairs, Matty," I protested, knowing he wanted me on my marriage bed.

"Yes we are, Mrs March," he said. I moaned my acquiescence as he played with my breasts. "Look how wet you are." And he pressed my panties into my cleft, dragging an involuntary moan from me as he rubbed against my centre just a couple of times. "You're sopping, Mrs March. Lead the way to your bed."

Matty followed me out past the kitchen to the back and up the spiral stairs. As we ascended Matty ran his hand up my thigh and between my legs. He pushed his fingers against my panties, again pushing them almost inside me and eliciting yet another moan. "You are drenched, Mrs March. You've been thinking about me all afternoon, haven't you?"

I couldn't answer that. It was too humiliating. I led Matty through the upstairs lounge to the bedroom. I couldn't believe how wanton the Asian girl looking back at me from the bed sidewall mirror looked. My nipples pointed firmly upward, so hard and yes my plain white panties had a prominent wet patch between my legs. My face coloured as I looked at myself. I looked away and lay back on the bed, determined at least not to look at that slutty Asian again. Matty stripped off his singlet and threw it back toward the stairs.

But my eyes were riveted upon his shorts. His dick was pointing out of the gap at the front where it was unbuttoned. It was like a weapon. I hadn't seen a dick that big for years. I didn't think I would be able to handle it. But I didn't move from the bed and my eyes never left Matty's dick. I watched as he pushed his shorts down, not even realising that at the same time I had automatically peeled my panties off. Even if my mind was uncertain it seemed that my body sure knew what it wanted.

"Mrs March, you have an awesome body. I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

Matty was impatient now, his youth now coming to the fore. He lay down between my legs and I felt his fingers on me. I shuddered and lay back, letting Matty explore me. He wasted no time and pushed a finger inside me. It curled up inside me and pressed against my soft spongy insides. I moaned louder.

- - - regular narrative - - -

Matty was exultant. He had never been with a woman like Jasmin March. Most of the women he had been with were only girls his own age or younger. But Jasmin March was a woman, twenty eight years old with a fully developed body, full breasts, nipples longer than he had dreamed and womanly hips beneath a lovely flat slim stomach, soft as velvet. At the pool today, Matty had decided that he had to be completely confident if he wanted Mrs March. He couldn't hesitate, couldn't by shy at all or she would bolt. She had to know from the beginning that he was in charge. Now here he was sliding his finger into her beautiful cunt. Matty was amazed with how wet Jasmin March was. He had never felt a girl so excited. His finger slid straight into her hot body with no resistance. He moved his thumb over her clit and thrust back and forth with his finger. As he curled it around and rubbed inside her, Mrs March moaned and lifted her legs back to let him have better access to her. The sight was incredible. He saw her breathing deeply, her lungs ballooning and lifting her perky tits high as her belly hollowed. She was so hot.

Matty added a second finger inside her and then a third. He pushed inside her as far as he could. Jasmin moaned louder every time. Every time he pulled them back after pushing as far as he could inside her he clutched her insides. It felt so good inside her with just his fingers. Her scent had filled the room, inflaming his nostrils. That as much as her moaning and her writhing about on the bed was driving him wild with lust. Matty looked down at himself and saw that he was fully erect now. He had to fuck her; he couldn't wait any longer. It was an imperative even greater than the desire to eat her.

Jasmin felt Matty's fingers drag one last time over her vaginal wall and then leave her empty. She shivered with guilty pleasure. She should not be feeling like this. After his fingers trailed lastly across her clitoris she pushed her pelvis out in an attempt to recapture them, opening her eyes to see what he was doing. She felt herself goose bump as she looked at his dark hand against her thigh. Jasmin was beyond any feelings of guilt now, way too turned on to even think of calling a halt to proceedings. She needed to be fucked and she wanted this aboriginal boy to do it. She watched him raise up over her and pulled her legs back to help. She remembered how big he had looked and also what she had had to do to ease Ed's entry into her body nine years earlier. But then she saw Matty's dick again, now fully erect as he had been downstairs when she felt him beneath her breasts.

She gasped and immediately apologised to Matty. "I can't do it," she said looking at his girth. "You're too big, too thick."

"Just relax, Mrs March," he tried to reassure her. "I'll do all the work."

"Sure you will." Jasmin was certain he would just keep shoving until he was in, no matter the hurt to her. "Matty, I've never. You're too big for me," she tried to make him believe. Although she still wanted Matty inside her, Jasmin was afraid.

"Take the pillows Mrs March and put them behind you. Then you can watch me fuck you," he said as if there was no issue about it and she would be fucked regardless of her wishes.

Jasmin found herself doing exactly as the aboriginal boy wanted. It was like she was hypnotised. Jasmin could refuse the owner of the glorious cock hovering over her nothing.

"Good," he smirked. Matty's eyes remained riveted between her legs. If anything, Jasmin felt even wetter in response to him.

"Now spread your legs as wide as you can," he continued. Again, Jasmin found herself doing what he wished. She reached under her own thighs and pulled them back for him. Stupidly, she felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. Matty didn't notice. He hardly looked at her face.

"Yeah, pull 'em back, Mrs March. That's it." Matty was grinning. He couldn't believe how slutty this married bitch was behaving for him. He rested one hand on her stomach as he began rubbing his organ up and down her slit. Matthew shivered at the contact and saw her tremble as well.

Jasmin tried to let the feelings of pleasure from the head of his big black cock calm her. But it didn't make her calm. What it made her feel was to submit, let him just take her.

Jasmin wanted Matty to try even though she still doubted he could get inside her. She pulled her legs wider, her hands moved down her legs to behind her knees.

'Oh my god,' she breathed hard as his dick spread her juices up and down her pussy. 'He's as thick as a bottle, thicker than Ed,' she thought.

Jasmin knew she was as lubricated as she had ever been. She had never been so wet and aroused. She wanted Matty inside her. She was just about cumming merely from the contrast of his black hand rubbing her white belly.

Matty began to push. He pressed her thighs back further with his hands and Jasmin pulled her knees further. She held herself open obscenely for him. Jasmin saw the look of concentration battling with lust on Matty's young face. For one horrible moment she thought he was just going to shove violently into her. Matty took a hold of her hips then and moved her side to side while he nudged against her cleft.

Jasmin groaned with lust. She wanted him in her desperately now but he couldn't get in. She let go one leg and took some of her own saliva. She bathed the head of his dick with it, amazed again as she felt his sheer size before pulling him back against her cleft. Perhaps her own saliva would help. At least the act of it made her feel hotter for him. As Matty let her coat and rub her spit onto his length, he also looked more turned on by the act.

There was no more talking from her then, just a frequent sigh as she pressed him against her and guided him up and down her slit, lubricating him more with her juices. Jasmin's mouth hung open then as penetration finally began. Matty looked down and saw his cock head embedded in her. He had stretched her pussy so wide. It was tightly wrapped around his cock.

Jasmin let his dick go and collapsed back. Her mouth still lolled open, a silent scream as Matty inched inside her.

He watched the incredible woman as she surrendered to him completely, lying back for him to do what he wanted. Her eyes fluttered as he pushed a little further. Then the head of his cock sunk in and she took a few inches of his shaft with a gasp, her back arching beneath him.

Matty was amazed. The sexy Asian woman was orgasming on his cock and he had just a bit more than his head in her. She was so tight. It was incredible to see her pussy wrapped so tight around his shaft. He pulled back a little and her pussy extended out, wrapped snug and tight on him. It was almost too much for him. Matty thrust into her. Several inches pushed further in her. Jasmin moaned in complete satisfaction and he sank further in.

Matty felt some resistance then and Jasmin was panting. He watched her face, saw perspiration glistening on her forehead. But Jasmin urged him on, her gaze now locked with his, her tongue lashing her own lips in lust.

"Ah, God," she gasped. "Slower... Just easy, ok?"

"Yeah, Mrs March. You can't take it all," he almost groaned himself such was the pleasure he was feeling in her. "I'll just fuck you in and out a bit now."

Matty thrust in and out of her slowly. Jasmin's head fell back, her eyes closed as she gasped with pleasure while he moved inside her. Gradually Matty pushed a little further inside. When he was halfway inside her he paused and held still. Jasmin was still pressing against him. Matty leaned into her then.




Mrs March: Slut Wife Ch. 01



Matty's dick thrust further into her hot pussy. Jasmin's head remained back, her eyes still closed as her neck was rigid, the sinews standing out against her skin while she let out a long deep moan of complete satisfaction. Matty was feeling places in her wet pussy where none had been before. The flesh of her hole rode in and out with his cock, her pussy juices now a good coating on him.

Matty could hardly believe she had taken so much of him. "Oh yeah, Mrs March," he groaned. He loved calling her that. It was such a turn on for him to be fucking this married older woman. She was so hot. He thrust in and out of her all but a couple inches of his entire length. No schoolgirl ever took so much.

Finally, Jasmin opened her eyes and looked. She also couldn't believe how much dick was going into her pussy; didn't know where it could possibly be going in her belly. Her legs came around Matty and she moved with him. After only watching him moving in her for a short time she felt the wave of pleasure wash through her. After that first orgasm another followed quickly, crashing through her.

Jasmin was panting faster and faster as the orgasms came. Then she held Matty in her, pressed as far in her belly as he had been able to go. "Now," she breathed. "Fuck all the way in me." She squeezed and pulled him into her with her strong legs. Matty saw red and thrust forcefully forward. Incredibly he sank in all the way.

Jasmin threw her head back, moaning throatily. She felt Matty's balls press against her and another wave of bliss took her.

Matty was still rock hard. Jasmin shook under him then while he thrust as hard as he could. He watched her shudder as he thrust away. She seemed to shiver with pleasure, then breathe raggedly. This occurred a few times as he thrust in and out and he realised she was cumming over and over. Just then she looked up at him and and held his gaze.

"Faster," she gasped. Matty responded, pounding into her with his long, thick cock as quickly as he could. She felt every inch moving inside her and it was like nothing she had ever felt before. "Oh God, I feel it," she breathed. "You're all in."

"Yeah, you're so hot," he shuddered, trying not to cum as he watched her body shiver while he shoved her across the bed with the sheer force of his thrusts. "Say it again, Mrs March."

"Unnh," Jasmin gasped. "I'm taking every bit of you, Matty. Ahh, you're all inside of me. You're making me cum so much. Unnhh, I love it." Admitting that to him brought on an orgasm that was greater than the continuous trembles she had been having ever since he had penetrated her completely.

Matty groaned deeply as he felt her pussy tighten around his thrusting cock while she came. "Ahh yeah, Mrs March."

He couldn't hold it any longer and thrust in deeply one last time. Then he was gushing in her, bathing the inside of Jasmin's womb. It was incredible. He would have used a condom if she had demanded it just so he could get in her. But here he was balls deep in her bareback.

Jasmin pulled powerfully with her legs, clutching him against her while he came inside her, grinding himself against her pelvis. She could feel every squirt of him and just thinking about it triggered more trembles all over her. At last his cock stopped seeding her. Matty rolled off her and she sighed as his cock withdrew.

He lay next to her, both of them breathing deeply with satisfaction. After a while he pushed up on one elbow and just looked at her for a time. She just lay supine, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasms. Matty looked at her slowly from head to toe. She was magnificent. Matty felt himself stirring once more. Jasmin lay still while he looked at her, trying to process everything she had just done.

Before she could think about it too much, Matty reached for her again. Looking down she saw that he was tumescent once more. She still couldn't get over how big his cock was. Jasmin realised then she was thinking of his dick as a cock. Something like Matty had could only be called a cock. "Whoa," she exclaimed as she watched his cock. "Doesn't it make you lightheaded with so much blood going to your cock?"

Matty grunted but ignored her joke. He took her by the waist and pulled her over him. "Shut up, Mrs March. Just spread them legs open."

"Slow, ok Matty? Let me. I took you before but you're so much bigger than... well much bigger than anyone." She didn't want to think about her husband then. When her pussy lips were over his cockhead, Matty let his hand fall away from her hips as she requested. She eased herself onto him.

Jasmin's pussy was still drenched and his penetration was much easier this time. She moaned and it still felt like she was trying to fit a bottle inside herself. When she had him buried a little more than halfway into her, Matty felt his cock pressing against something inside her just like the first time. Then Jasmin lifted up off of his cock and dropped down in one movement. That thrust his entire cock deep into her belly, past the obstruction. Jasmin moaned loudly. She pressed against her belly and imagined she could feel him. "Goddd! So thick, Matty. So deep in me."

Matty groaned right along with her. He reached for her tits then, holding them and squeezing the long nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Jasmin watched him play with her as she began to move on him.

Matty let her control the pace as she began to rise and fall on his cock, each time taking him fully inside her. He watched her head go back as she both groaned and moaned, some discomfort apparently mixed in with the absolute pleasure she was feeling. Jasmin's tongue lolled out from her open mouth as she drove up and down on his cock.

He let her keep moving up and down, glorying in the sex with her, reaching for her tits to hold them as they bounced up and down on her chest. Matty felt her pussy clamping harder on him then and guessed she was doing it on purpose.

"Ahh, that's awesome Mrs March. How can you... ahhh yeah." She was tight anyway but when she squeezed like that it was like a velvet vice. Matty knew she was taking too much control. He wanted to be fucking her, not the other way around. He grabbed Jasmin by the hips again then and pulled her roughly down and held her there.

Jasmin groaned and opened her eyes, locking eyes with Matty. She tried to raise herself up his shaft again to keep the beautiful rhythm going but he wouldn't relent. Matty kept pressing her firmly down.

"Don't stop," she urged him.

Matty held her gaze and started to grind himself against her. Jasmin moaned as she came immediately, the pleasure of his cock rubbing every part of her insides was so intense she thought she would die. Matty was buried so far inside her she just knew her insides were being rearranged, maybe ruined. Right then she didn't care. The visual evidence of his massive black slug disappearing inside her combined with the unbelievable pleasure of their coupling was totally overloading Jasmin's senses.

Matty felt her incredible cunt tighten even more on his cock. He was mashing her so forcefully against himself that she had to end up bruised where he was grasping her hips. When she came this time, Matty saw Jasmin's eyes roll back in her head at the same time as he was drenched in her juices.

"Wild, Mrs March!" he exclaimed. But Jasmin seemed beyond hearing him at the moment. She was as limp now as a rag doll, collapsing over him.

When he realised that Jasmin had passed out, Matty pushed her off him. Her cunt squelched as he slid out of her. He stood at the bedside over her insensate body, his cock still as stiff as a steel pipe, throbbing wildly with the urge to cum that he successfully denied.

Looking at her sexy body, Matty saw no reason to stop just because she passed out. He had already fucked her missionary though so he pulled Mrs March to the side of the bed and flipped her over. She moaned but didn't stir otherwise.

Seeing her bum without her bikini, Matty paused to admire her. "Made for fucking," he told her as he smacked her on the arse and then again, squeezing her cheek roughly each time. He left clear handprints there. She barely moaned both times. After he marvelled at Jasmin's firm arse, Matty lifted her up and knelt on the side of the bed behind her, his cock lying on her bum. He hunched down behind her and when his cock was lined up with her sopping cunt, Matty pushed back into her. There was almost no resistance this time. On the second thrust he was all the way in until his nuts rested against her. Even non-responsive, the cunt of the asian woman was very tight.

"Ahhh, fuck yeah. Your cunt is awesome Mrs March," was the next thing Jasmin heard when she was aware of her surroundings again. She was face down on the bed, her breasts rubbing back and forth across the bedspread as Matty screwed her from behind. It must be a bit later she thought and beyond the balcony window it was darker outside. Had Matty been screwing her all that time?

"Unnnh, unnnh," she began moaning each time he thrust in her. The pleasure she had known before had never left her, merely resumed as she became aware again.

"Oh God," Jasmin groaned. "Matty. Don't you ever stop?"

Matty pulled her arse against him and held her there once more. It was one of the periodic still rests he took from time to time to stop himself from cumming. He didn't answer her as he held her hips still and thought of other things.

Under control again, Matty moved side to side and grinded against her. Jasmin groaned her pleasure and he laughed. "You don't know what you want, Mrs March. You love the cock don't ya?"

"Ahhh, yes," Jasmin moaned her agreement. "Don't stop." While Matty worked her arse up and down and in circles on his monstrous slug, (as she was coming to think of it) she got her hands beneath her and pushed up.

Seeing her arse now beautifully upthrust before him was like waving a red flag to Matty. He began pumping her as hard as he could. While she had been out to it he had just enjoyed fucking her slowly and by turns caressing and smacking her arse and legs. Now she was fully awake it was time to fuck her harder so she wouldn't forget it.

Jasmin could hardly string two thoughts together, let alone coherent words as he screwed and screwed her.

During summer it didn't really get dark until after 9pm but it was well and truly dark now. Jasmin wondered how long she had been passed out while he had been screwing her. Maybe she had been seeded another couple of times already. Knowing her inner thighs were drenched she thought it was likely. Matty's recovery and stamina was just amazing.

After a while, Jasmin could no longer hold herself up. Succumbing to pleasurable exhaustion, she collapsed on the bed, her body slick with sweat and continuously trembling. Only Matty holding tightly to her hips kept her on her knees and her arse in the air. Matty kept going while once more her breasts and hard nipples scraped themselves on the bedspread.

Slowly, Jasmin's knees spread open wider and wider on the bed until with a particularly forceful lunge inside her, Matty bore Jasmin flat on the bed. Jasmin groaned and was effectively doing the chinese splits.

Her body was so hot that the stretch of the splits settled to little more than an ache to go with the waves of utter satisfaction rolling over her. Only Matty's length kept his great slug still inside her.

"Unnnh," Jasmin grunted as Matty pulled her back and his slug lunged completely back inside her. "You're gonna kill me."

Matty pulled completely out. His cock was throbbing. Jasmin lay panting before him, conquered.

He pulled her closer and rolled her over. Jasmin's legs hung limply each side of him over the bed. Her eyes were fluttering, the trembling in her body less then.

"Want me to stop?" he said, lifting her legs and holding each thigh against him. She was spread wide open, her cunt completely awash with her arousal.

Jasmin looked up at Matty, her eyes unable to move past the great phallus extending over her. His slug hung suspended over her, slick with her juices. Disbelief that the whole thing went into her confronted her once more. She could only imagine how her pussy was gaping beneath him.

Jasmin experienced a shift in her world, wholly separate to the physical experience her body had gone through in the last few hours. In that moment as she lay exhausted before the man that had done it to her, Jasmin surrendered everything to him.

"Do anything," she murmured. "Do anything you want to me," she shivered as she said it, her gaze locked with his once more. She had to move her head sideways to see him beyond his slug. "Go on," Jasmin murmured as the smirk spread across his face. "Anything..."

Matty hunched down. In one movement he lunged into her, cheering in his head as the breath was knocked out of her in a squeal. He gloried in fucking Jasmin March.

Her husband had once arrested his father in a setup. Now there was some payback. It was for him to decide now how much was enough.

Matty grasped her tits and pulled on her nipples before pinching both of them. She gasped, hissing her breath through her lovely white teeth to counter the pain. But she pressed against him for more of the same.

He grasped and pulled her whole tits then, forcing Jasmin to press her torso up with her arms before he hurt her too much. Matty pulled her against him and lifted her up, his arms around her back.

She was still impaled on his slug and the trembling in her body began again. Jasmin could scarce believe the feelings washing through her. She pulled her legs up around his flanks and crossed her heels behind his back. She didn't move on him. She had too much sensation radiating from her impaled pussy already and just lay her face against his neck, panting at the effort to limit the stimulation inside her.

Matty turned around and stepped away from the bed. Jasmin clutched him fiercely, her arms under his and curled up over his shoulders. Matty moved both his hands down her silky back to her arse. When he tried to move her up to recommence fucking her, Jasmin's legs tightened around him and her bum clenched against his hands.

Matty reached under her to her stretched pussy. As he held his cock steady, buried to his nuts inside her, he stroked his fingers around the juncture of their union. Jasmin shuddered against him then when a finger probed her arse. She moaned throatily when he pushed in. 

Matty felt her tense against him as he began moving his finger inside her bum. But whirling around he left her no time to adjust to the new intrusion before slamming her back against the mirrored wall.

Jasmin felt the impact so hard she was surprised none of the mirrored diagonal tiles cracked. The grip of her calves on him loosened and Matty took immediate advantage. He held her against the cool wall while partly withdrawing his cock. Then he slammed home to the hilt in her.

Jasmin groaned, the breath knocked from her once more. Before she could capture his back with her locked calves again, Matty slammed himself inside her again, the whole weight of his body behind it.

Jasmin's legs clenched as she began to cum. Matty kept going, pulling out a little before pounding home again with piledriver force.

"Ohhh-" Jasmin wailed. "Yes Matty. Fuck-" she tried to voice her lust but his body knocked the wind from her again. "-me hard as you want," she finished. Jasmin knew her pelvis would be bruised for days. Wickedly, just the thought of Damien seeing the evidence of her infidelity when he returned brought on another orgasm.

After that, Jasmin was putty in Matty's arms. He fucked her as hard as he could up against the wall for another twenty minutes. Every once in a while as Jasmin neared another climax, he would press his finger in her anus, making her cum even harder, shuddering with her pleasure. Soon, Matty's balls and inner thighs were slick with her juices.

At the last as he plunged two fingers in her arse he pressed as firmly as he was able against the spongy tissue that separated arse from pussy. The added tightness against his cock finally caused him to hose Jasmin March's cervix for the fourth time that night. As he strained against her, making her cunt airtight while he came and came in her, Matty felt his legs weakening, his muscles trembling as complete pleasure caused him to cry out almost in pain.

Matty collapsed with Jasmin on the floor. She lay there on her back, chest heaving lungfulls of air while he slumped against the wall. Matty looked at her. Before he just wanted to fuck her silly. Now as he looked at her he was taken with just how beautiful Jasmin March was.

Earlier there was nothing he wanted to do more than brag to his father about fucking Damien March's wife. His father would love hearing that and stop giving him grief about swimming in their pool. Now, looking at Jasmin March he felt something more than hate and lust. It confused him. One thing he was certain of. He would never forget this day.

Jasmin had never been so sore or more content after sex or lovemaking. That was an important distinction to her, something her mind now contrived as well. Sex was not lovemaking; fucking with Matty could never be the same as the gentle lovemaking Damien brought to their bed.

Jasmin was still pondering it as she felt Matty lift her up. She focused her misty eyes on him as he carried her to the bed. "No more Matty," she said wearily. "I can't take it anymore."

"No, Mrs March," he agreed. "I'm going now." And he looked around for his clothes.

When Matty had his shorts on Jasmin was still spread across the bed naked, largely insensate once more. She was lying in wet patches of mostly her own juices. By far most of Matty's cum was still running out of her, pooling under her.

He stepped infront of her and gazed down upon the spectacular body he had been fucking. Jasmin's pussy was red and puffy, rubbed raw from the long hard pounding he had given her.

"I really fucked you out didn't I, Mrs March?" he said, stroking a shapely thigh. Jasmin couldn't answer, merely looked at him through half lidded, tired eyes.

As he was walking out, Matty said, "I'll see you by the pool, Mrs March."

Jasmin slept uneasily. Paranoia about the front door finally made her get up, slip a robe on and go downstairs. Matty was gone and the front screen was locked once more. Jasmin unlocked it and locked it again with the key. For good measure she closed and locked the solid wooden door as well. Leaning against it, Jasmin closed her eyes, not wanting to think about what had happened that night. But the memories and images came anyway. When she could take no more, Jasmin ran upstairs and into the shower, robe and all.

When she was done she pulled the sheets and bedspread off the bed. She threw them straight in the washer as if it could wash away her infidelity as well.

The next day was warm and sunny. Jasmin just wished her disposition was the same. So she spent the day inside moping around trying to come to terms with what she had done. The soreness she felt ensured she was unable to forget it. After lunch her sister phoned and said Gregory was well, he would be going to Dubbo with them for a few days touring, the zoo, the old gaol, the observatory. So Jasmin had no distractions, plenty of time to come to terms with her shame.

Only in the afternoon did Jasmin venture outside to the back garden, only in an effort to clear her mind and only after ensuring the gate was locked at the carport preventing anyone from just walking in. It was a warm day so she was surprised that nobody had come around that day to use the pool and called out from the gate. Had Matty told the others? If not were they embarrassed to come over because they thought they had been too familiar with her? Whatever the reason, Jasmin was glad the boys didn't come and also that nobody else bothered her. When she was done in the garden it was on dusk.




Mrs March: Slut Wife Ch. 02



© LIPrulz December 2010

Writer note - This continues straight on from chapter 1. It's separated due to different circumstances and length. Also I previously referred to kooris as aboriginals as that term is better understood internationally. No offence was meant to any koori that is reading. I respect anyone that has a go, race, religion or colour of no relevance. But with this explanation I'll refer to aboriginals in this area of Australia as kooris now.

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- - - Jasmin's Narrative - - -

It was a very quick five-minute drive to the next town. I had never done it in less than ten minutes so I probably shouldn't have let Matty drive. But no police stopped us and we didn't crash. That boy can drive!

I did ask him to slow down but he just grinned and told me to hang on. When we arrived I made sure the car key stayed with me.

We were in streets of Port Stephens I had never seen before. The houses were all looking run down with household rubbish and other junk on the front lawns and littering the street. Most of the homes even had flat rooves. I couldn't believe people would build such cheap looking buildings. "Will the car be alright out here on the street, Matty?" I asked him.

"Yeah, Mrs March. Don't worry about it. Adds some class to the place."

"Matty, please call me Jasmin, ok?"

"Ahhh... No," he replied with a smirk. "This way, Mrs March. This is Billy's place."

I looked at the house. The front screen door was lying off the patio, which even in the darkness looked so grimy it couldn't ever have been cleaned. "Does Billy own this, ahh house?"

Matty laughed as he knocked on the door. "Nah, Billy don't own nothing. This area's all housing commission."

That explained a lot, I kept the thought to myself though. No wonder my husband calls Australia the 'Welfare Country'.

The naked light bulb to the side of the front door came on right in my face. Matty laughed as I cringed and looked away. Billy opened the door with a heave, having to lift it while opening because the bottom hinge was missing.

The guys greeted each other excitedly and Matty introduced me as Mrs March as we went in. I rolled my eyes and said hello. Billy looked about twenty, a slight koori lad shorter than me who was nonetheless near as black as Matty.

"Wow," he exclaimed. "You're Mrs March. Matty told me heaps about cha." Billy gave me a hug.

I was so shamed. Oh God, Matty had talked about me. Billy stared at my chest when he let me go. I knew my face was beet red as I looked away. I was displaying way too much cleavage all of a sudden and wished I had fastened another two buttons on my shirt.

I wasn't sure wether Billy was a bit on the nose or if it was the house. Billy ushered me into the lounge where he was watching tv. As I sat in a sagging two seater the feel of the grime against my legs was quite disgusting. I didn't want to touch it with my hands so I kept them in my lap. I wondered what I was doing there. Matty sat with me and his hand rubbed my bare leg. I shivered of a sudden with desire, immediately remembering why I was there.

Billy went to get us something to drink but he said Dominos was closed by then, so no pizza. While he was gone I said to Matty, "Why don't we just go back to the house. You can stay most of the night."

Matty glanced at me intently before looking over my whole body. Just by looking he made me feel so hot. Then he slid a hand right under my floral skirt to the crotch of my cotton panties. I felt his fingers rubbing me through them. As he dragged his fingers over my lips, pushing the cotton between them, I knew my moistness would be obvious. I was virtually panting when he said to me, "I'm not going anywhere. This my friend's house." his fingers were trying to push my panties right into me now. I had my legs parted to let him do it. "You want to stay," Matty continued. "I feel how wet you are and I can smell your hot cunt, Mrs March. When the game's finished I'll fuck you stupid in Billy's bedroom."

Even with my panties becoming sodden I still didn't want to stay and despite how harmless he appeared, I was a little concerned about Billy. Especially, I had been worried with how he had ogled me before. Only then did it occur to me that if Matty told Billy about me then maybe he wanted to share me with him also.

"No way am I having sex with Billy," I confronted the notion head on. "No threesomes, Matty."

He looked surprised by the suggestion like it had never occurred to him. If it was an act, Matty was very convincing. "I'm not sharing you, Mrs March," he said reassuringly. "Ever. Don't even want your husband touching you," he finished.

"Ok," I said. This was the first time Matty had spoken about Damien. "But I'm not talking about my husband, Matty. He's off limits." Despite that, I was reassured by what Matty had said.

Matty didn't say anything more about that and Billy came back in the room then. As I had assumed the drinks he had for us were a cheap port. I asked Billy for a pepsi instead and he brought back a bottle of coke.

After watching the game for a while I realised Matty's attention was wandering from me. He was glancing more and more at Billy. I wasn't much interested in Rugby League as a sport either except to watch the hunky players. I looked at Billy as well. That smell was certainly stronger with him in the room. Oddly, I felt my self flush and I breathed a bit deeper of Billy's odour. Was his smell turning me on? I sure didn't think so. But I found myself inhaling deeply again only a minute later. After realising I made sure I kept my breathing shallow at least until I was out on the patio later. 

Matty looked at Billy again and so did I but for different reasons. Matty was suspicious of something whereas I had recognised that my interest was piqued by how tingly I was feeling with the gangly, filthy Billy nearby. I didn't know anything about him but even I could see how fidgety and nervous he appeared.

"What is it, man?" Matty asked him. "What happened?"

"Ok, man," said Billy. "But you didn't hear this from me."

Billy cleared his throat. "The other day your uncle was here. We got to talking about things. We talked about your new girl. The March name, you know?"

Matty tensed beside me. I could see he was trying to control his anger. "Did you ring him earlier?"

"Ahhh man," said Billy apologetically. "I had to, ya know that. If I didn't and Wayne found out she had been here-"

"Get up Jasmin, now!" said Matty abruptly, ignoring Billy. "We're out of here."

I had no idea what was going on, surprised as much that we were going now as I had been that Matty had used my first name. Matty seemed almost afraid of this uncle of his. He never listened to my questions and virtually dragged me from the grotty lounge, pushing me ahead of him into the hallway.

Matty lifted and opened the front door ahead of me but before he took one step outside he stopped. "Oh, crap."

When I looked there was an old dented Ford Falcon pulling up behind my RX-7. "That's your uncle?"

"Yeah."

"Are they your uncles as well?" Five guys got out of the car. By the light of the streetlight in front of the house I could see they were all kooris.

"Uncle Wayne is the driver. Remember Mrs March," he said in kind of a regretful way, "I never asked you to come tonight."

Matty waited on the patio and I stood with him, waiting for his uncle. Billy was just inside and he left the patio light off. His pungent scent reached out even to us on the patio.

"Hey bro," called uncle Wayne.

Wayne was not as big as Matty, but appeared to have a hard wiry frame. He had a dangerous air about him, his eyes looking carefully around before even glancing in our direction.

Matty hugged his uncle in greeting up on the patio where we were. After Wayne arm locked with Billy in hello he turned to me. "And this must be Mrs March," he said.

Wayne looked in his late thirties. So he had a decade on me. 'Mrs March?' God, what was it with calling me that?

Before I could say anything, Wayne pulled me close and locked lips on me. I think my whole body was rigid in surprise as I felt his tongue penetrate my lips, his hand squeezing my arse.

Then he released me. "So happy to meet you," Wayne said then with a smirk while I tried to catch my breath. "I've heard all about you, Mrs March."

I was about to blow my stack, start screaming at everyone about what was going on or what they thought was going on. Angry and red in the face I happened to glance at Matty first. He subtly shook his head, 'no'. The fact that big Matty appeared not to be going to stick up for me was almost as scary as Wayne's outright groping. I decided I would go a different course to get out of there.

"I've just remembered," I began, "That there's hockey practice tomorrow. I need to get home to bed." As I turned to step down the stairs from the patio I saw the way was blocked by the other guys. They didn't move aside for me.

They were a seedy looking group, all kooris even though two were quite lightly coloured. Someone took my arm from behind, holding me there at the top of the patio steps before I could try to elbow my way through. Looking back I saw Wayne holding me, Matty leaning against the house at the front door just staring at his feet. I glared at Wayne. But I know I was trembling in fear as the first of the four others stopped right in front of me at the top step.

"Nice to meet you Mrs March. I'm Nigel," he said. Nigel and the next man were lightly coloured, though much more tan than I. Nigel was perhaps thirty. He looked at me hungrily. I felt powerless and could only watch as his hands came up to my chest. He slowly and deliberately unfastened all the buttons of my denim shirt. I felt the cooler night air like a light caress over my belly as he pulled the shirt wide and left it to flutter in the occasional breeze.

Nigel began rubbing my breasts over my black lace bra. Even through the padding his fingers against my nipples were lighting me up. He went on like that for ages, rubbing and pulling my breasts through the bra, exciting me.

Nigel watched my face the whole time. I could feel his eyes on me, unrelentingly staring menacingly at me as he played with me. I just looked away trying to ignore it.

I couldn't keep ignoring it though. My nipples were feeling way too much stimulation. The unwanted arousal had begun seeping through me. With my breathing deepening beyond my control I finally looked at Nigel, my face flushed. In the night I hoped he couldn't see how affected I was, couldn't recognise the conflicted desire in my eyes.

Then Nigel leaned in and kissed me. He never shut his eyes and watched mine all the time as his tongue invaded my mouth. The rank tang of white ox tobacco was all over his slimy tongue and breath. Bewildered, I just stared back at him as he mashed my lips.

Wayne still held my left arm behind me. My free arm hung limp, my fingers curling and uncurling uselessly by my side.

Nigel stopped after a while, probably to catch his breath more than to leave me alone. He let my breasts alone after a bit longer. I think the guy behind him actually prodded him to hurry him up. My breathing was already much deeper, my lips parted with such shameful need.

Nigel stepped past me. "See you inside, Mrs March," he murmured. He probably thought he sounded sexy. He was just sleazy but had me all the same.

"I'm Jason," said the next one. "Hello Mrs March." Jason reached around my middle under the shirt and ran his hands up and down my back. His mouth descended to my neck and I could smell the repulsive odour of the white ox clinging to him.

Jason pushed my hair back and then he was nibbling on me while one arm remained around me rubbing my back. He tugged my shirt from my shoulder and then settled his hand on the front of my throat, caressing me lightly. Jason's teeth travelled from my shoulder, nipping along the flesh of my neck before he settled on the lobe of my ear for a while. I had shivers along my spine from head to tail bone though my neck is not normally such an erogenous zone for me. Jason's technique was good enough, different enough to make the whole just more unwanted pleasure. Both my arms were rigid at my sides now, both fists clenching and unclenching.

Only then did I realise Wayne was no longer holding me. He was at the other side of my neck, murmuring to me. "You like this don't ya Mrs March?"

At least Jason was not playing with my too sensitive breasts as Nigel had done. I was able to rebut Wayne with more confidence, my breathing more steady, no longer panting in my efforts not to moan.

"Naaoo. It's indecent assault," I shot back.

Wayne's hand was on my arse then. He caressed me right between my cheeks, rubbing through my skirt between my legs.

Wayne rubbed so firmly I took a step to steady myself. He took immediate advantage of the space offered to push right under me. I gasped involuntarily as Wayne was probing right on my pussy. Only my panties kept him from direct contact.

"You're not complaining," he said. "Ya do like it."

"You're forcing me," I responded. "Aggravated indecent assault..."

Only later did I realise that Wayne never asked about the terms I was using, never seemed worried about them either.

Jason changed hands on my back and throat, pushing my head back and to the other side as his mouth travelled down close to my bra and nipped across to my other shoulder. Once again he virtually ignored my breasts, just trailing a line of heat right across my upper torso above them. Despite myself my nipples were aching for someone's touch. I know I pressed up and forward a bit a couple of times, inviting any touch at all to my nipples. But he didn't.

Jason's fingers were squeezing firmly around my throat, rhythmically stroking me while holding me how he wanted. Wayne's fingers stroking my pussy were really starting to affect me. I couldn't help taking half a step back and across, turning about and providing his probing hand better access to my slick centre.

Wayne leaned forward to my ear again. "Ya're not being forced into anything are ya, Mrs March?"

My eyes were shut while I still struggled against what my body was feeling. Jason pushed under my chin for my face to turn toward Wayne. The last thing I needed was another man nuzzling against the other side of my throat. It was too much for me, bringing me close to sensory overload. I couldn't help sighing. That was the answer Wayne wanted.

"You want to be fucked, Mrs March. Don't cha?" he breathed, nibbling on my lobe.

No way was I going to admit that. It might be the truth but no way did I want to tell him. Biting my lip I kept silent. Wayne's hand withdrew from me. My panty crotch was slick with my arousal and plastered to me. His hand didn't leave my arse entirely though. The next thing I knew was that he had pulled the elastic of my panties down and slid his hand straight back down between my cheeks.

"Tell me you want to be fucked, Mrs March," Wayne demanded again.

Jason was then caressing my belly. While that wouldn't ordinarily send me over the edge, the fact that he was running his hands right to the underside of my beasts without actually touching them had me constantly aroused. Combine that with Wayne's fingers sliding straight into my pussy and I was close to losing all control.

"Tell me you want to be fucked, Mrs March," Wayne repeated.

I could only moan while Wayne worked his fingers in and out of me. He repeated his question probably another two times.

"I don't want you," I finally managed.

Wayne's mouth left my neck. But his fingers kept stroking my slit. Jason stepped past me.

"See you soon, Mrs March," Jason said as he went inside.

That left two others I hadn't met yet, as dark as Matty. The next koori looked to be in his forties. His gaze was flinty like he hated me. But I'd never met him before and didn't understand why he was so venomous.

"March's slut wife," he said cruelly. "I'm Kenneth."

OK, then I really wished I could turn invisible. I was frightened beyond belief and felt paralysed. This man I had never met so obviously had an intense loathing for me. Strangely, as he slowly looked my body over from head to toe and his lascivious gaze returned to my face, I felt my arousal spike higher. Along with the fear Wayne and now Kenneth put in me I was feeling a curious desire to abandon myself to whatever they wanted to do to me.

Normally that will only happen when somebody has pushed my right buttons, so to speak. Maybe fear had substituted that stimulation, heightening my awareness, I don't know. Kenneth didn't say anything else right away and then reached for said buttons. I just waited passively as his fingers outlined my stiff nipples through my bra.

While Kenneth twisted my nipples Wayne was not idle either. I had spread my legs a little further apart to make it easier for Wayne to stroke my pussy. He had busily spread my increasing arousal all over my labia, reaching even further sometimes to tease my clitoris with a brief touch, steadily increasing my excitement. When Kenneth started on my breasts three of Wayne's fingers with my juices all over them slid easily inside me again.

"Nnnnaa," I moaned and came. Wayne had to circle his free arm around me to support me on my weak legs.

Even in the poor light I could see the sneer on Kenneth's face as he stood mere centimetres away. He still hadn't touched my bare flesh, was still playing with me through my bra.

When he leaned forward I thought he was going to kiss me. Shamefully I parted my lips for him. But he stopped just before his lips met mine. Kenneth's breath was terrible.

"Who would want to?" he sneered and stepped back. He released my nipples with a rather vicious twist, causing me to gasp.

"What did you think," he said. "I'd kiss a slut like you? You probably had more 'an a thousand dicks in ya mouth. Don't even know if I want my dick in ya filthy mouth," he virtually spat the last.

It was like a slap in the face for me, probably exactly how Kenneth wanted me to feel. I know how hot I look, especially when anyone is playing with my body. It seemed like a man was flat out rejecting me. My face was so red then with shame. I just wanted to die. I shouldn't even be there and there I was wondering why this man didn't want me. I was so messed up, still am really. Sometimes I hate my body and how sensitive I am.

Wayne was twisting his fingers around inside me. As Kenneth let me go and went around me to go inside I sighed with another small orgasm. The sneer never left his face. His disdain made me sigh all the more. Wayne clenched his fingers inside me making me come harder. My eyes fluttered and I lost awareness just managing to hold the patio railing to stay on my feet.

The shame stayed with me though as Wayne pulled me back and held me against him. I was shamed that a man didn't want me when he could just take me, shamed that I wanted all these men that plainly planned to rape me, shamed that I had come here and shamed that I was so badly betraying my marriage.

"Your eyes are craving it, your knees are weak, Mrs March," said Wayne. "Don't deny it. Tell me you want me to fuck you," he demanded.

'No way,' I wanted to say but if I tried to say anything I knew I would say what he wanted. He turned my head to the side with the hand from my pussy and pushed two fingers in my mouth.

"Suck them, Mrs March."

I did, I was so worked up already I couldn't help it. I tasted myself. Wayne lowered his mouth to mine and I opened my lips to him. His breath was still foul but when his tongue invaded me I sucked it in deeper. Wayne responded with something like a growl and held me even tighter. I groaned as well, but equal parts lust and despair.




Mrs March: Slut Wife Ch. 02



Wayne lathered my soft tongue and all around inside my mouth. The arm around my waist went under my shirt and his hand spread wide on my belly, caressing me. I moaned again in Wayne's mouth and it felt like he was devouring me, his mouth took possession of my lips and sucked each of them in turn into his mouth. With his teeth holding my bottom lip I felt him apply a bit more pressure. I was whimpering when he finally let me go.

When he released my face I was out of breath. The guy I hadn't met yet had already gone past me. He looked at Matty. Matty still stood leaning against the front of the house, and he looked at Wayne before shaking his head and walking on inside the house. Did I have an ally? He was a fairly slight build, early thirties and perhaps 5' 3", easily the blackest of any of them. But anybody was better than nobody.

"That's Troy," said Wayne as he released my waist for me to stand unaided. "An elder's son. Here to see justice done."

"Justice?" I asked. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Mrs March. You have two choices here. One... Come inside with me willingly and I'll tell you about justice. Then I will fuck the shit out of you. Or choice two, I take you inside, tell you nothing and fuck the shit out of you. Choose, Mrs March."

I turned accusingly to Matty. "You knew about this, didn't you?"

"You invited yourself, Mrs March. I never wanted you to come here," he largely repeated what he had said before. I didn't want to believe him but he did say that before.

I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. What was I going to do? Matty was obviously no help against his uncle even if he was bigger. I was a good runner, fit from regular swimming and hockey but I wouldn't be able to open the door of my car before Wayne caught up to me. I held the tails of my shirt, twirling them between my fingers, unsure of my best course of action.

On the other side of the street just then I saw three guys walking. They had hoodies on and looked feral but I had no other choice. I pulled my shirt close and readied myself to run. Wayne called out then and the guys waved back dashing my hopes, as they obviously knew each other. Wayne called them over and I saw they were kooris as well.

They spoke their own aboriginal language when they came over. But I knew they were talking about me as I heard the name March and the three of them stopped talking and just stared at me. They started talking again and next I heard 'Damien March', my husband's name and several nods from Wayne as they appeared to ask him several more questions. I was really starting to wonder what it was they thought Damien had done. Whatever it was, was when he was a policeman as I remembered what Wayne had said.

They talked some more and then the three new guys walked into Billy's house as well. From in the house I heard more excited greetings going on. They all sounded very friendly with each other. But it was myself I was concerned about. Before they shut the door again I could smell the distinctive aroma of marijuana.

I decided not to fight Wayne or deny him any longer. While I was still turned on and before I could change my mind I turned to Wayne and let one of his arms come around me while I lent into his side. If I fought or ran I knew I would end up being hurt. If I appeared willing then I could find out what it was all about. Then in the morning I could go to the police unharmed. So that's what I was going to do.

"Ok," I said to Wayne. "Tell me about this justice thing."

"Are you coming inside, Mrs March?" was all he said then. The arm around me rubbed my tummy just beneath my breasts.

"Yes." I agreed.

"You know what's going to happen to you inside, when I take you into the bedroom?" he pressed. When I nodded that I did, Wayne's hand passed over the top of my breasts just once. I shuddered, barely resisting the impulse to press against him.

"Mrs March," he stroked my breasts again and I sighed. I was becoming accustomed to them calling me that. "You're the hottest chick I've ever known. I can't wait to fuck you, seed you."

"Seed me? What?!" I was stunned and abruptly rebelled at the whole idea. Seed me? Was he kidding? From somewhere I found the strength to shove myself free of Wayne. I probably caught him as much as myself by surprise. As he stumbled back from my push I jumped the railing of the patio and ran over to my car. I pressed the remote and the squeak from the mazda actually sounded comforting. Wayne caught up to me on the other side of the car as I tried to open the door. He pulled me back and shoved me away onto the street. With a painful 'ommph' I ended up on my butt on the bitumen.

Then someone ran past me to Wayne. Matty. At last someone had come to help.

"Don't," his uncle warned him as he came to a stop before him. But Matty swung a fist anyway. Matty was bigger and pretty quick as well. But Wayne swayed aside against the Mazda. Matty missed him. As his momentum brought Matty closer, Wayne punched him up into the stomach. Matty doubled over, gasping and went to his knees.

Wayne stood over his nephew and pushed him roughly over with a foot. Matty lay there heaving. "Told ya. When you get your breath back, junior, get ya stupid self back inside." Then he turned to me. "Mrs March," he held his hand out to help me up.

I thought about lashing out with my foot at the primary target he presented. I should have struck instead of thinking and the whole night would have been different. Wayne saw my look and turned his leg just in time. If I kicked now I'd have to go for his knee or twist and scissor to try and sweep him. But I knew enough to realise I would need something to finish him after that. I knew how to do it but I was in no way confident enough. Passively I let him pull me to my feet.

Wayne took the RX-7 key from me then. "You'll have this back later." he pointed the remote at the car and re-alarmed it. Then he escorted me back to the house, holding onto my arm so I wouldn't try and run again.

I thought about screaming. I even looked around the street but there was no one else around. I thought the blinds in a window across from the Mazda moved. There was light behind them so someone was home in the house and had probably seen what had happened. Wayne saw me looking and he sniggered.

"No one is going to do anything for you here, Mrs March. It would be no different if fifty residents were standing around. You're just some rich bitch that's taken a walk on the wrong side of the tracks. A rich bitch that's gonna get her just deserts as far as anyone round here cares."

I looked back at Matty as we walked onto the patio. The young koori was on his hands and knees now, still trying to get his breath back. At least he tried to help, however belated. I wouldn't forget that.

Inside I thought we would go to a bedroom and I was compliant enough but Wayne took me to the lounge instead. Everyone else was sitting around on chairs or the floor passing two bongs back and forth. Some were also drinking a cheap cask port. The TV was muted, the replay of the game all but forgotten.

Jason stood up so Wayne could sit on the old couch I was on before. Kenneth sat on the other side. "Sit down, Mrs March," Wayne told me.

I looked around. There were no vacant chairs. The couch had been so grimy I was really worried what the cheap grey carpet was going to be like.

"Billy," Wayne complained. "Haven't you got a clean mat for Mrs March to sit on? She's worried 'bout ya floor."

Billy came back with a mohair rug. Two of the guys from the street moved from the middle of the room so Billy could put it down. He spread it open for me. "There. That should keep you comfy, Mrs March," he said. Billy's eyes were riveted to my breasts.

When Wayne told me again, I sat down. The rug was filthy also. The only good thing about the mohair was that at least it was soft to sit on. Wayne and a couple of the others sniggered at the discomfort on my face as I settled my hands in my lap, drawing my shirt close.

"Here, Mrs March," one of the street guys took my arm and gave me a bong for a suck.

"Draw it deep, Mrs March," said Kenneth. "You've got a good set of lungs on ya." And more of the others laughed. Some of them said they weren't convinced. I saw Kenneth wink at someone behind me before returning his scathing look to me. I couldn't look at anyone then and kept my eyes averted.

I didn't know what to do, my heart was beating so fast. They were all looking hungrily at me. Holding the bong my hands were shaking.

"Go on Mrs March," said Wayne. "It'll settle ya down."

I heard the front door shut and then Matty was there. He was holding his side. "You should have a drink as well," he said. "It'll be better."

"Oh yeah," said one of the koori wolves behind me. "Good idea. She can have mine." He tapped my shoulder but I waved him off.

Matty nodded that I should - so much for a knight in shining armour. Another of the guys behind tried to give me a mug of port and I told him, no as well. The pot was one thing and I was a light weight in that area. No way did I want to mix it up with alcohol. I didn't want to be completely comatose. Anything could happen to me then.

Before I could think about it too much, before I might start to cry, I took a deep draw from the bong. Then I was coughing and holding the bong out behind me for someone else to take. Nobody did.

There was a bit of giggling from the others, as much to do with me I believe as from being silly from the other bong. Wayne suggested I have another toke to catch up before I passed it on. I could feel myself affected already. A part of me, the same part that had made me run, was telling me to leave the bong well enough alone. But that voice was just a whisper by then. Another part of me was feeling by turns fright and shame at anticipation of what was to come. That part was of no use to me in the present circumstances and it slinked away to cower in a dark corner; enough time later for the shame that would threaten to consume me. The only useful part of me was that part deciding on survival and how best I could do that.

As I considered how best to make it through the night, this greatest part of me was feeling a mix of distress and docile longing; distress due to the torment of not knowing how hurt I might end up, and docility being my meek acquiescent nature when I'm becoming turned on and my sensual yearning is obvious only to those able to so interpret my furtive glances. 

To this prevailing part of me it seemed a good idea to have another toke as Wayne suggested before I passed the bong on. After I recovered from another bout of coughing, I was really affected, just floating.

Looking around I saw everyone was watching me. I giggled, unable to help myself. Kenneth asked what was so funny.

I said, "Yous all look so hungry. It's funny cause you're all watching me. If yous all want to eat me up, most of yous will still be hungry after." I giggled again, not being able to help it. "Unless yous start eating each other."

Kenneth didn't giggle like some of the other kooris had. He still looked mean. I nearly giggled at him because of it. "We'll spread you around, Mrs March," he said, smirking. "We'll stretch you and make sure everyone has a taste."

When they stopped giggling the bongs just circulated for a while without anyone saying much. Pretty soon I was really wasted.

I remember asking what kind of justice was it that meant they were all going to screw me. Troy answered me. He said that my husband Damien, when he was still a copper, had set up Paul, Matty's dad and several other kooris so they could make a big drug bust. With the shock of the arrest, Anita, Matty's mother had miscarried. Koori justice demanded Damien be speared in the leg but Damien wasn't koori and he was protected as an ex copper by his other dirty cop mates. So the justice the still incarcerated Paul wanted was for me to have a child to his family.

Due to the bongs there was quite a bit of giggling going on through this revelation, also from me. "How absurd," I said and was giggling. That part of me that would be terrified was silent, mostly absent.

The bong did a few more rounds. I was fixated on the idea of a koori, white Asian baby. What he or she might look like rebounded around inside my head for ages. The kooris pointed at things, sometimes me and often laughed as they said stupid things. One of them said, "Wonder if she's as good lookin' stand'n on 'er head." They laughed for ages after that one. I told them, "I'd look the same." They just laughed harder. I giggled as well but at them laughing, not myself.

At other times the kooris talked among themselves in their own lingo. Even in my haze it made me wonder why they spoke English sometimes and other times not.

"Whoa," I remember Wayne saying at one point. "No more for her. She'll be asleep soon." Then sometime after he said, "It's gettin' hot fellas."

There was a bit of movement and then none of the guys had shirts on. Someone behind me coaxed me up so he could 'help' with my skirt. I was lying on my side and wondered what was wrong, why I needed help. He pushed my shirt up over my hips to get access to my skirt, then unzipped me along my hip, saying he would show me the problem when it was off. This sounded reasonable to me so I lifted up for him to pull it down. Stupid I know but remember how wasted I was already.

Others murmured appreciatively when they saw my panties before my denim shirttails fell back down and covered me. They were nothing special though, simple thin red cotton panties with a blue love heart front and back. I nearly stopped and held onto my skirt. But the koori pulling on it caressed my arm and said it was ok so I let him continue. He assured me that there was something wrong with it so helpfully, I lifted my legs. The koori, Ryan was his name, tossed my skirt aside. He was also looking at my panties, right at my crotch actually.

I sat up then, pulling my legs under me. "So what's wrong with my skirt, then?" I asked him.

"Nothing's wrong with it now," he said. Someone else sniggered.

I was trying hard to understand what that meant and why it was funny. But in the state I was I couldn't grasp it so I had to ask him again, "But what was wrong with it?"

Ryan put his hands on my calves where they were crossed under me. He was really close to touching my panties even though he was holding my ankles. I thought he was going to spread my legs apart but he slowly moved his hands up my legs. At my knees I thought for sure he would open my legs. But he went around my knees. I shivered when this stranger's hands glided up onto my thighs, softly stroking me as they went. As they didn't stop and disappeared under my shirt I knew I was really wet. I just watched him do it without resistance, my arms limp at my sides with a shiver going up my spine. He pulled his hands out just before they reached my hips and replaced them at my ankles again, caressing me there.

I couldn't help my rising excitement as I watched this stranger fondling my legs, me sitting there in a room full of men, all but one I never met before this night. His black eyes stared intently into my brown ones. I was breathing harder as I just watched him stroke up my legs again and I knew I was becoming moist down there once more.

At my knees, Ryan said, "It was wrong that ya skirt was covering your beautiful legs." Again he didn't spread my legs open but continued his slow progress up along my flesh.

"Oh, ok," I said but it still didn't make much sense to me. I remember thinking if they wanted to see my legs I could've just lifted my skirt for them.

His hands were on my thighs again. It was all I could do not to just lie back and spread my legs willingly. I didn't know what or who to blame for it but I was so incredibly turned on already. 

Ryan giggled, his hands resting at my hips. So did some of the others. "The same with your panties," he said. "They've got to come off as well. There's a wet stain," he said and laughed with the others. I giggled as well, had a bit of a fit of it actually with all the tension I had been feeling. I thought they would have thrown me on my back and been screwing me much sooner than this.

"Don't worry, Mrs March," laughed someone else. "We'll keep ya warm."

I knew my pussy was pretty warm already so I wasn't worried about being cold. I just laughed some more.

Ryan pressed in with his thumbs, stroking the juncture of my thighs through my panties. I put my hands on his thinking I would move his hands off of me. As I did this his hands stilled, his fingers just lightly touching me. Ryan looked at me and held my gaze. Instead of pulling his hands away, I left my smaller hands on his. I don't know what Ryan saw in my eyes but after a bit he moved a hand lower. I didn't resist as his eyes just watched mine.

Wayne must have told the others already that I was shaven down there, as Ryan seemed pleased but unsurprised not to feel hair through my panties. His fingers went lower past the love heart and right onto the slit of my pussy. I was so embarrassed to realise how wet my panties were. Ryan just smirked as one of his fingers pushed the thin wet cotton in along my labia.

"Unnh," I couldn't help a quiet gasp as he began stroking me. My hands left his and were limp beside me again. He fondled me for a while and continued to hold my gaze. But I was succumbing to the sensations soaking through me and my gaze slid away from his. My eyes fluttered between closed and barely open while I quietly moaned. Then I'm pretty sure he winked at someone behind me.

"Ok, Mrs March get on your knees so I can get these off ya," he said.

I did what he asked, kneeling and then allowing him to turn me sideways by my hips. On my hands and knees, Ryan pulled my panties over my bum. My shirt was long enough to hang down to the top of my thighs. But the guys all around me were quiet then, watching Ryan tug my panties down. When they could see them on my legs as he pulled them to my knees I was nearly overcome with trembling. They all knew then my pussy was naked under the shirt.

Ryan tapped my leg and I helpfully lifted each leg one at a time so he could slip my panties past my knees. All too soon I was holding my feet up and my panties were off and gone. Ryan sat back then so some others could see me more easily.

"Ohhh, look at her," said one. "Spread your legs a bit, Mrs March." I think it was Nigel. I lifted a knee and spread apart as I was told, probably two feet wide then. 

"Oh fuck, yeah," said another, Billy I think. "Have a gander at that." I'm sure they couldn't see anything but my legs. Maybe I looked good with just my denim shirt hanging over my bum.

"Just like honey," Nigel said. I heard sucking sounds from him and realised he was sucking my panties. Gross! I hung my head after that so with my hair over my face they couldn't see how red I was.

"Smell that," Nigel said. "She is sweeeet." he must have tossed my panties to someone else then.

"Ahhh, no man," it was Wayne. "Not after you've been eating them." Some of the kooris laughed at him.

I was in the middle of them while they talked about me; how hot I was, how toned my legs were, how silky long my hair was hanging down onto the rug, how tiny my waist was, how tight my arse was, how sweet it was going to be to have the ex-copper's bitch, how they were going to fuck me stupid... For me hearing them say all this about me was frightening and a turn on.

I knew I was doing it but I couldn't stop myself from lowering my belly and thrusting my bum out more. I could tell the kooris appreciated it too by the increase in the, "ahh yeahs," and the sudden exchange of chatter in their own lingo. Then I felt Ryan's hands on my hips again.

I felt his hands move about on my shirt over my bum for a while, caressing me. Then one hand slid lower to the inside of my thigh. The guys all around were quiet now. I blame the pot and the continual innuendo around the room for what I did then. I would never act so in my right mind.




Mrs March: Slut Wife Ch. 02



I pushed back against the koori, imagining his dark hands fondling my naked flesh. With one hand I quickly, overtly tugged my shirt, pulling it askew to one side. It didn't quite bare my bum as I had tried to do however as Ryan still had a hand on my arse. As soon as I did it I wished I hadn't. If it was possible my head would have dropped even lower than before due to shame.

None of the kooris sitting around us noticed. But Ryan knew what had happened. He leaned close to my ear, the hand under my shirt working up my leg slid around and under me right onto my belly. My shirt prevented him reaching all the way to my breasts so he just caressed my belly.

"I saw that, Mrs March," he whispered to me. "You want me to fuck ya, don't cha?"

I turned my head slightly and he was right there, his darker face so close to mine. "No I don't," I murmured. He couldn't see my eyes through my hair but he would have seen my parted lips, maybe my tongue teasing them.

"That so?" his face didn't move but his hands did. I felt the one under me slide down my belly straight between my spread legs and hold my inner thigh. The other slid over my bum and off my shirt onto the back of my thigh, then slid straight back up under my shirt, up my thigh and his fingers straight into my drenched pussy. Two fingers began working in and out of me.

"What about now then, Mrs March?" he whispered.

"Unnnh," I gasped, surrendering to his fingers. But I didn't want to say what he wanted to hear. When Ryan kissed me I kissed him back, my tongue seeking his. He was a good kisser to and I felt myself melting though his fingers screwing around in me probably helped. When our lips parted I couldn't help a small sigh. I was hunching back against Ryan's fingers and this more than anything was what he wanted. His fingers left my pussy then and he moved me around until he was behind me. I felt my shirt flipped up onto my back.

I might have been wasted but I was still so shamed when he did that. The guys behind me would be able to see my naked bum. Ryan seemed to wait a while without touching me. I began to wonder if he was just going to stare at my pussy all night. Redder than beetroot, that's what my face would have looked like, like after an evening of cheap wine.

Then a pair of hands took my right leg low on the thigh and moved it even further from my left. Beetroot - I don't know but my face felt so hot with my shame I wanted to disappear. I couldn't imagine how open my body then looked. The heat of Ryan's body came between my legs and then I felt something moving up and down between my labia. He was plainly hard already and no other part of him was touching me.

"She's drenched," Ryan said aloud, further humiliation for me.

His hard dick pushed against my pussy and he rubbed around my entrance for a while. I just let him, waiting for him to start screwing me. Ryan then pushed just the head of his dick into me. It went in easily and I couldn't help a voluntary squeeze of my pussy at the anticipation of having him deep in me in another moment. I didn't push back on him even though I wanted to. Ryan pulled back out of me. Then he pushed just his head back in me again. Again I squeezed him and once more he pulled out of me. It felt nice each time he did this and he continued it for a few minutes. But it wasn't everything I needed, everything I wanted. I needed to be fucked seriously, not teased.

Frustrated I was sighing quietly every time he did it, partly in pleasure, partly in need. There was nothing else I could think to do in the end to get him to start screwing me except to say, "Yes Ryan."

"Yes what, Mrs March?" he responded, continuing the same maddening motion with his dick teasing me beyond control.

"Screw me, Ryan. I want you to fuck me," and I lunged back in an effort to impale myself.

But his hands were right there and braced against my bum, touching me for the first time in an age and he frustrated me more as again he pulled out. "What about my friends, Mrs March? Can they fuck you to?"

I would have said anything then to get him to thrust deeply inside me. "Yes Ryan. They can all screw me."

Off to one side I saw both Billy and Jason stand up and shed their pants. They had no underwear and their dicks were hardening. Billy was tearing a condom packet.

Ryan pressed me with one last thing while his dick kept popping in and out of me. "Are you on the pill, Mrs March?"

"No," I said. "Oh God, please fuck me." My need to have his dick in me was becoming desperate.

"Will you let Wayne impregnate you?" he maddeningly pulled out of me again.

Of course I said, "Yes, yes, yes. He can make me pregnant. Just screw me."

Ryan thrust completely, deeply inside me then. I groaned and came on him right away. Immediately he established a slow rythym, all the way in me and then all the way out. My juices ran out of me with every thrust, coating my legs and Ryan's balls. I tried to make him go quicker, thrust harder, but he just wouldn't. Ryan had one more verbal humiliation for me.

"Are you a cheating slut, Mrs March? Will you fuck anyone Wayne tells you to?" His slow deep screwing of me was driving me insane.

I surrendered completely then. I knew I was really surrendering to Wayne, not Ryan. "Oh God, unnnh... Yes I'm a cheating slut. I'll fuck anyone..."

Wayne and Kenneth watched me intently as Ryan still continued at the same slow thrusting pace. My moans were becoming louder until I'm sure nobody had any doubt how turned on I was.

I couldn't stand it any longer. Nobody had ever been able to screw me so slowly for so long before. There was only one thing I could think of to make Ryan go harder, faster. I had to beg him to.

"Please, Ryan. Harder." I willingly humiliated myself for him. There was a chorus of snickers from the other kooris as I said it but I was in such a need I didn't care, just accepted the additional shame.

I encouraged Ryan to go harder, quicker, by squeezing his dick every time he slowly thrust inside me. The firm grip I could achieve with my pussy never failed to make any man lose control.

But Ryan didn't. He kept stroking deeply inside me which felt great but it was the same slowness with far less force than I wanted. Bastard.

"Ah, your cunt squeezes just the right way, Mrs March," he grudgingly conceded but didn't change the frustrating way he was slow stroking me.

I tried pushing back again but Ryan held himself out of my pussy while his hands on my bum pushed me back. "Oh God," I groaned my frustrated lust and stopped pushing back. Ryan once more resumed his torturously slow deep stroking inside me. "Would you just screw me?" I begged.

I did my best to ignore the kooris all around me now. Not many were laughing anymore. Mostly they were encouraging Ryan to, "Just fuck the slut," and "Give it to her hard. The slut is begging for it." I couldn't become any more shamefaced than I already was and their comments just made the lust race even hotter through me.

At least five of them had their pants open or down and were stroking their erections right by my side. I was stealing regular glances at them by then.

"You're a bad wife, aren'tcha Mrs March?" Ryan continued tormenting me. "You're nothing but an asian slut, aren'tcha?"

I groaned with my lust, shamefully allowing myself to be what Ryan said. I couldn't comprehend how his continual slow stroking in and out of me and his words were making me so hot. Maybe it was all the excited kooris gathered around me, their dicks hardening in my face that was affecting me so much.

"Yesss!" I hissed and nearly came as I agreed with him. "I'm a terrible wife. I'm bad," I shuddered with pleasure and shame at realising how I welcomed this. I looked at the other kooris around me, my tongue snaking in and out of my mouth as I anticipated sucking them. "I'm just an asian slut," I gasped. "Please fuck me!"

"Nmmm," I moaned with a sense of relief then as Ryan finally took hold of my hips and increased his pace. The sound of his body slapping against mine and me rolling my hips back to meet every thrust brought home to me the whole truth. It was really happening. The actuality of my rape combined with my acquiescence to this man and any other of the kooris that wanted me made me cum again almost immediately.

"Oh God," I moaned. When I was able to think coherently again I was looking at Wayne. "Aauunnh. I don't even know you," I drove myself back against Ryan while I watched Wayne. I was completely his then, so turned on with knowing of all of them only Wayne would screw me bare back and that intentionally to make me pregnant. He rubbed himself and I watched him doing it while Ryan thrust away inside me.

Ryan was in me all the way. His strokes were forceful, still all the way out and all the way back in but much quicker by then. Ryan wasn't particularly big. But he was quite enough for me all the same and I was altogether too willingly letting him have me.

Wayne and Kenneth stared at me ravenously, both of them rubbing themselves through their pants. But I only watched Wayne. My mouth was open, my tongue probing my parted lips as Ryan moved inside me. His hips started really slamming my bum as he pulled me hard against him.

"Yeeeeeah," he groaned. "She's so hot and tight, so slick in there fellas."

I moaned as well. With so much innuendo and build-up for so long before someone got to screwing me I was so worked up. My hot pussy must have been like liquid butter. I still hated Wayne, the situation, all of them really. But my body had surrendered to them.

Looking at Wayne I groaned as Ryan really screwed me then. "Ahhh, that's it Ryan, do me hard. Unnnh - thought only you was going to screw me," I baited Wayne. "Thought you wanted to make me pregnant."

Wayne smirked. "Don't worry, Mrs March. Ryan's got a condom. The other fellas will wear 'em too. Only my seed gets your eggs."

I looked about and sure enough there were condom packets being tossed around. Two others already with hard black dicks were pulling condoms on. I kept watching them while Ryan thrust away inside me.

Then when I looked back at him, the contrast of his slim dark body and his black hands pulling my hips made me convulse and moan loudly. I was cumming again and as the top of my body collapsed my juices were again running down my legs.

"The slut's awesome, fellas," he declared, holding me hard against him while he grinded against me. I didn't have the strength to rise up on my arms again. My breasts and nipples rubbed on the mohair rug while Ryan pulled me so hard against him he bruised my hips with his hands.

"Fuck, that's it for me," he declared and let go of me, letting me collapse completely. I didn't look back but I felt that Ryan's condom was completely full. He had screwed me for so long.

Someone else pulled me straight back onto my knees. With no other preliminaries he shoved his dick in me all the way. His dick felt thicker than Ryan's but was no longer. I felt his balls slap against my pussy. "Oh God," I moaned.

"Her body is awesome," said the koori. "Her cunt is so tight. Oh yeah," he groaned. "I feel her cunt squeezing me... we have to keep her."

I came again and tightened my pelvic muscles, clamping around his dick and heightening the pleasure for us both. The imagery in my head; the prospect of being their prisoner, their captive slave, really turned me on. One came in front of the lounge, blocking Wayne's view and he pulled my hair to lift my head. I had to rise to my hands again so my neck didn't snap.

A hard black dick pressed against my cheek. "Suck it, Mrs March," the koori ordered me. I saw it was Matty's friend, Billy. His dick was circumcised and of average size with a lovely shaped head. Seeing it I really wanted to gobble it straight down, Matty's friend or not. It was without a condom and totally rigid. I looked the other way and couldn't see Matty anywhere. Billy pulled my head back around and his dick was waiting. It was so hard it seemed angry to me. His dick was rising and dipping infront of my face all by itself. Each time it rose the head seemed to expand, the skin tightening before my eyes. I was being rocked back and forth by the koori screwing me but Billy's pulsing dick had me virtually hypnotised. He didn't have to move closer. I shuffled around so I had plenty of room to take him right down my throat if he let me.

Billy and I moaned together as I licked all around his head. The pre-cum I gathered with my tongue was delicious. I couldn't wait any longer just licking him. I so wanted him in my mouth and as the guy screwing me came and bucked against my arse I took Billy's dick inside, rolling my tongue all around him. He filled my mouth perfectly and I began to slide up and down his shaft. Billy's smell was as pungently unwashed as before, overwhelmingly male. While his scent assaulted my nostrils I found that his dick tasted very good.

Another koori was behind me then. He pulled me back and off Billy as he thrust inside me. "Unnnh, that's three of you so far. Oooh Billy, your dick is beautiful. Let me suck it some more. I love your dick."

"That's the way, Mrs March," he said while he changed his grip from my hair to my face. "My cock loves your mouth as well. You're a great cocksucker."

Greedily I sucked him back inside my mouth. Billy's dick was really not much different from some of the other kooris. But it was somehow much more interesting to me. I loved the smooth texture of the dick in my mouth, the slight sponginess of the head, the taste of his precum that was now almost constantly dribbling into my mouth. Billy liked being in my warm mouth too if his encouraging moans and his caressing of my face was anything to go by.

My sighs as I sucked Billy's lovely dick seemed to affect him as well. Maybe it was the vibration in my throat helping his pleasure. In any event I was enjoying Billy's dick so much for a while that it came as a surprise when the koori behind me came and another took his place.

My jaw and neck was starting to ache and I didn't want to stop. "Lie down, Billy," I said when I pulled his dick from my mouth. I twisted away from the koori screwing me from behind and lay on my back on the grimy mohair.

"Wow," exclaimed the koori that had been screwing me. Peter, I think his name was. "Look at her. What a body. Just look at this pouch." he reached for my legs and spread me open.

Fascinated with my pussy, Peter didn't put his hard dick straight back in me like I shamefully wanted him to. He pushed three fingers in me instead of his dick. Billy reclaimed my mouth at the same time. With me on my back the angle was much better for my neck to relax. Billy was kneeling, his legs beneath one side of my head, holding my head up as his dick pressed past my lips again.

As Billy's nuts knocked against my face I saw Matty from the corner of my eye. He was standing behind some of the others and still had his clothes on. He didn't look very happy with me. I felt bad for a moment. Then the pleasure of the fingers thrusting in me and Peter's other hand rubbing my clit caused me to relax and let the gang rape continue.

Someone took one of my hands and wrapped it around his dick. Another koori took my denim shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere.

"Jason, you fuckwit," Wayne said angrily.

"Oh, sorry man. I forgot," Jason apologised to him.

I remember wondering why he didn't tell me he was sorry for recking my shirt. But Jason had his mouth sucking my nipple then and I was coming again.

As I convulsed in orgasm I felt Peter's fingers thrust much further inside me. I felt so full and my orgasm extended even longer.

"Oh, fuck," said Peter. "Check it out. My whole hand is in her. She loves it. Look how she's shaking."

"Hot!" said Kenneth. "Oh yeah she loves it alright. Look how she's flooding your arm."

Kenneth was right. I had never felt anything like it before. Peter's fingers were exploring my insides, clutching and grabbing at the inside flesh of my pussy.

All the kooris were making appreciative noises as they watched his arm between my spread legs. "Lucky ya got skinny arms man," said Kenneth. "I don't want the slut too stretched out, ok? I wanna fuck her next."

They were starting to get nasty with me. But I was so overloaded with sensation, so turned on that I didn't care. They could do anything and I wouldn't complain. Peter started shoving his hand further inside me. I was so full already. I couldn't see but Billy was telling me what was happening.

"Oh yeah, Mrs March," he groaned while I sucked hard on his delicious dick. "Pete's arm is in ya nearly to his elbow. Where's he putt'n it."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. But I certainly felt full. It was so good and then with two kooris sucking my nipples and Billy in my mouth I was trembling, shaking and coming continually. With one hand I was squeezing an unknown, unseen koori's dick and my other was trying to keep Billy from being too rough with my mouth.

"Don't shove too far, Pete," said Wayne. "I want her pregnant, not destroyed."

Oh, God. I could hardly believe what they were saying about me. But at the time there was nothing I could do to stop them. At the time I was so delirious with pleasure I didn't want to do anything to stop them.

"Yeah man," said Peter. "Her guts feel incredible bro. Yeah they do," he said agreeing with himself. "Let me finish up fucking her then she's all yours, Kenneth."

As Peter pulled his arm out of me I felt like I was being turned inside out. It was painful and wonderful at the same time. I was shivering as Peter's hand withdrew from my stretched pussy. Someone else bit and chewed my nipple way too hard. Before I could recover, Peter presumably because I couldn't see past Billy's leg, was straight back between my legs and his dick slid back inside me. At around this time I think a couple of the other kooris tugged my denim shirt off me. 

After his hand I could only just feel his dick. It was probably the guys slavering over my breasts that really did it but after a while the dick in me started feeling good again.

"You are so hot," Billy told me. "Aaah yeah, you ready?" he asked me.

For what? I wondered gullibly. Then he pulled back slightly and held my head still while his semen spurted from his beautiful dick and flooded my mouth. I gulped it down quickly, only really tasting it when he was finished sluicing my mouth.

I always swallowed even though most times I didn't like the taste much. I swallow because its great to see how pleased a man is at the time and afterward. With Billy I also liked the taste and that I could scarce believe. With Billy I found somebody I seemed completely compatible with. I was utterly spellbound with him. When we met earlier I didn't like how his eyes undressed me. But then all I wanted was to stay with him and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I blame the marijuana.

As Billy sat back I could see it was Nigel and Jason slavering over my breasts. Nigel was the one that bit me before but he was making up for it now with very pleasurable nibbles on my sensitive bud. Peter pushed my legs wider and I allowed him to push them back against his friends. Jason and Nigel each pulled a leg back for Peter, Jason rhythmically squeezing my foot. While they held my legs wide, Peter was able to really start smashing his body into mine.

Kenneth pulled my head roughly to the side then and his tumescent dick hit me in the forehead. It was uncircumcised, kinked a bit and really veiny. It was nothing like Billy's fine dick, just ugly and bigger. Kenneth pushed the head all over my face and along my lips. He looked angry, the hatred he had for me was back in his face.

"Wait Kenneth," said Troy. "It Billy's place. She's his guest." I saw then that the elder's son was still clothed.