4 comments/ 67700 views/ 17 favorites Tax Debt Solution Ch. 01 By: toomuchinmyhead AUTHORS NOTE: This is a work of fiction, containing scenes of marital infidelity and unprotected sex. If any of these subjects offend you, please feel free to move on to another story more to your liking. * Marci Cole had just finished dressing when she heard the doorbell. She hadn't dried her hair, or put on makeup, having just gotten out of the shower. She rubbed a towel across her head as she approached the front door, wondering who it could be. She peeked out through the side window before unlocking the door. The man on the stoop was neatly dressed for business, with a tie and jacket, and held a briefcase. Seen through the beveled glass, she couldn't get a good look. Tall. Brown hair. She wasn't worried about safety. She had training, both in self defense and in use of the firearms hidden nearby. She was a confident, assertive woman who could handle herself and others. This guy, like anyone coming to Marci Cole's door, was either harmless or not. She turned the lock, and opened the door, one hand still drying her hair with the towel. "Yes? Can I help you?" she asked as she opened the door, taking an unobstructed look. Tall, yes; brown hair neatly trimmed. Clean shaven, well dressed, and handsome. Not movie star gorgeous, just regular guy handsome. He filled his clothes well, good shoulders, not thick through his middle yet, probably middle thirties, a little younger than her. He held a briefcase in one hand, and smiled politely when she opened the door. "Ms. Marci Cole?" "Who is asking?" He reached into his inside jacket pocket as he answered. "My name is Josh Logan," he said, removing an ID card and showing it to her. "I'm with the IRS. Are you Marci Cole?" "Yes, I am." She was curious now, and a little apprehensive. Bob, her husband, had taken the tax papers to his office with him. Was this about their taxes? "What is this about?" "May I come in, Ms. Cole? I'd rather not do this on the front steps." She hesitated a second, then stepped back. "Yes, of course, come in. Is there a problem?" She waited for him to step inside, then closed the door behind them. "Why are you here?" She waved him into the kitchen, and directed him to a chair at the table. She went to the counter. "The coffee is fresh, would you like one?" "Yes, that'd be great, thanks," he said, settling into his chair. He pulled a folder out of his briefcase, placed it on the table, and set the case on the floor next to his chair. Marci brought the two cups to the table and set his down in front of him. She stepped back to the counter, and returned with milk, sweeteners and spoons. "Thank you," he smiled. "No problem," she replied. "So tell me, Mr. Logan, why are you here in my house drinking my coffee?" She felt a little intruded on, a little put out. Her morning had been interrupted, her privacy imposed upon, and while he seemed nice, she had no clue as to why he was here. He sipped his coffee, then spoke as he put it down. "Ms. Cole, I..." "Marci." I'm sorry?" "It's Marci." "Alright, Marci. It's Josh." He extended his hand over the corner of the table, and they shook. He smiled again. "Marci, your husband recently submitted a return for your taxes." "Yes." Apprehension. But not fear. She kept the records and sent her husband to his brother to get them done. They'd been doing that for years. "Is there something I should know?" "As a matter of fact, there is. I was working with your brother, who does your taxes, your husband's brother. Nice guy." "Bob?" "Your husband? Well, sure, he was a nice guy, I guess, but I was referring to his brother Dave, who does your taxes." "Yes, Dave is a good person." She chuckled good-naturedly, "I hope he's a good accountant!" "Yeah," Josh replied, "he's not bad. Pretty steady, honest enough. Looks out for his clients. I was functioning as an observer in this new program we have at the IRS, spend a few days at a time with different accountants and their clients, etc." He motioned with his hand, flippantly. "You know, get a feel for what Joe Citizen feels at tax time, and all." "And you're here to get my point of view?" "I wish it were that simple, Marci. You see, while Dave was doing your taxes with your husband, and as I said, Dave it a pretty straight shooter, he wouldn't do something crooked, I don't think," He rested his elbows on the table and leaned forwards to her, "but he didn't catch a major error in your reported income." "What?" "Like I said," he calmly replied, "I was observing, so I don't critique, and I don't report on accuracy back to my office." He looked her directly in the eyes, then, and motioned to her for emphasis. "But what he overlooked could get you and your husband into some deep trouble." Marci didn't know whether to be terrified, shocked or outraged. Was this guy accusing her of something? Had she done something? Did they owe money? Would there be fines? Charges filed? Could they lose the house? "I, ... I don't ... what? What are you telling me?" "Now, Marci, calm down. It's all right. I didn't mention it to your husband or Dave, and after the meeting in Bob's -- it's Bob, right? -- in his office, I made an excuse to get away from Dave so I could look into it and verify what I thought I saw." "Are you going to tell me-" "Marci, in the office, Dave asked Bob if you had given him all the records. They were clear from their conversation that you keep all the tax records for you and your husband. Is that true?" "Yes, yes, of course it's true, now look here, Mr. Josh, sorry, Mr. Logan, What is it you think-" "I figured as much. Ms. Cole." He sat back in his chair and sighed. "Ms. Cole, you and your husband have under-reported your income for at least four years." "Don't be ridiculous." "I checked. I told Dave I needed a copy of your return to prove at least one meeting I attended. I verified the information. I logged into the IRS and checked your past returns." He sat forward again. "You have under-reported your taxable income by thousands of dollars, for several years." He took a paper from the folder. A column of numbers totaled at the bottom. "In back taxes and fees, you owe the IRS over twenty thousand dollars." Marci was dumbstruck. She was an intelligent, competent woman. Attentive. She was no half-assed dimwit. How could this have happened? How could she have made such an error? What would Bob ..." "Bob!" she stammered. "What did Bob say?" "Ms. Cole, as I said, I have not mentioned this to either Bob or Dave. They said you were the one keeping the records, which you confirmed. I wanted to talk to you first." "We don't have twenty thousand dollars," she blurted. "We ... we..." "Ms. Cole, the IRS will accept payments over time. That's not the issue. The issue is how will you and your husband make those payments from jail?" "Jail!" She felt herself go pale, and a flush of panic gripped her. My God, what will Bob think of her? "Jail?" "The IRS takes a dim view of people who avoid their taxes, Ms. Cole. Failure to pay is one thing. Evading is something else." "Oh, my God, I can't go to jail." "Probably you wouldn't." "Oh, thank God." "Bob would." "What?" "It's his name on the returns, Ms. Cole. You sign as spouse. He signs as the taxpayer. He goes." "But," she spluttered, "but it's my fault, if there's something wrong, I, I ... I keep the records, I tell him ... he didn't do anything!" She felt herself losing control. And if there was one thing Marci Cole always had, it was control. "If there's a problem, it's my fault. Bob can't go to jail." She had a horrible thought. "Oh!" she shrank back into her chair. "Are you going to arrest me?" Josh Logan looked at her, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I'm sure that won't be necessary." He squinted a little, and looked at her, deeply. "Perhaps I can help you avoid any legal issues, and, more importantly, help you to avoid Bob getting into serious trouble." She imagined seeing the disappointment in Bob's eyes, and she felt the devastation at letting him down, the desperation of losing control. He reached across the table and took her hand between his. "Perhaps all this ugliness can be avoided. Bob doesn't have to find out what your carelessness has caused." In her fear and uncertainty, she allowed him to stroke the back of her hand reassuringly. "In fact," he continued, "Bob need never know that there is a problem." She was confused, afraid and frightened; his reassuring tone began soothing her agitation. He raised a hand to her chin, and raised her face so her eyes met his. He smiled comfortably. "I know that you're nervous. But I can see that you would do whatever it takes to help your husband and make this right." She felt herself smiling back through her fear. She allowed herself to imagine that everything would be all right, no debt. No jail. No disappointment. No shame. "R-really? How..." Josh let go of her hand and stood from his chair, standing only a foot or two from where she sat. Numb with fear, she found herself facing his crotch, and noticing what appeared to be an extraordinary bulge in the front of his pants before she looked up and met his eyes again. "Ms. Cole, I can see you meant no harm. Right?" "Y-yes. I..." "And you obviously don't want anything bad to happen to your husband." "No," she managed, her face raised to meet his. "No. It's not right." "And you'd like to know how you can undo the damage, easily, with no one knowing what a horrible mistake you've made." "Yes," she blurted, almost desperately. "Yes, please, can you help me fix this?" "I believe I can," he said softly and confidently. "Really?" Marci looked up at him, desperate for a way out. Anything not to have to face the idea of her husband thinking she had sabotaged them. "Yes. It can be simple, actually." He bent to her, took her hands in his. "All you have to do is have sex with me." He pulled her hands to him and pressed them against his crotch. Marci thought she was hearing things, but his demand for sex finally cut through her fog of grief and despair. At the same time her hands registered what they were feeling: the extraordinary bulge she had seen was real. Her eyes dropped to his pants where her hands pressed the fabric, exposing the outline of a massive tool. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, until her situation came back to her. She pulled her hands away, flustered. She realized she was staring and struggled to look up into his face. "Have... have sex with you," she managed. Her eyes met his, but she couldn't hold the gaze, found her eyes drifting back to the bulge facing her. "Sex. Sex, or Bob, ... um ... goes to jail." She forced her view back up, saw him smiling slightly. "Yes, Ms. Cole. It's unusual, I know. It's a difficult decision. And you are hesitant, I'm sure, to have sex with another man," he replied, "but could it as bad as sending your husband to jail? For your mistake? A difficult decision for sure. But I'll need your decision quickly." "I, uh-m," she struggled, but couldn't seem to form the words. Sex with ... If Bob went jail for her mistake ... how could she face him ... twenty thousand ... sex with this man, Josh ... Bob's shame and embarrassment ... sex with another man? This morning she'd woke up like every other morning, confident, competent and in control. She was in charge of her destiny. She had a regular, normal life. Now ... have sex with a man to keep Bob out of jail? She found her gaze had returned to the front of his pants as her mind struggled. She saw it inside there. So big. Distracting. Sex? Cheat on Bob? Or Bob in jail? She tried to look away, to look up or down. "I," she mumbled, "I can't -- uh-m ... decide," she finished. "Perhaps you need help making your decision. Think about Bob, your husband, in jail for something you did." He reached for the zipper on his pants. "Imagine it. See him in your mind, hold that picture. Bob in jail." She watched him pull down his zipper. "See if you can hold that image in your head while I pull this out." She watched his hand slip inside. "But let me tell you something, Ms. Cole. Let me tell you a few things that I know for certain." "First, once I take this out, I'm not putting it back. You understand? Second, once you see it, you're going to want it. Bad. Third, once you get it, you're going to need more of it." His voice lowered then. "And then if you get it more, you're going to love it, to crave it. To live for it." She watched his fingers move, grip, saw the bulk inside his pants shift. "It's decision time, Ms. Cole. Your husband in jail. Or this." And he pulled it out, right in front of her face. It was magnificent. Not just big. Not just beautiful. This was a giant, perfect appendage, a gorgeous seductive monster cock. She felt her mouth hang open, and heard herself making small mewling sounds as she was overwhelmed with adoration of this vision, this dream cock, the stuff of sexual obsession and nightmare. About half hard, it was easily eight inches, and looked to be as fat around as her wrist, at least. "Oh, my sweet ...," she whispered, mesmerized. "Fuck," she gasped as she watched it grow and harden, fighting against it's own weight to stand straight, ten at least now, the velvety purple head threatening menace and glory, the smooth veined shaft promising painful stretching, punishment and ecstasy. She would fuck this cock. She had to have it, had to experience this giant. There were suddenly no tax bills, no jail, no Bob. There was no control, no carefully crafted and proper life. Just this legendary cock that would turn her pussy into a gaping bruised cunt. She imagined it in her mouth, stretching her lips around it, fantasized the huge head pushing into her throat, gagging her, orgasming as she choked on the greatest cock in the world. She reached to it unconsciously, wrapping her hand around the base, not surprised to see her fingers didn't reach, and she felt her pussy drench itself in anticipation. No, she thought, a pussy is for dicks, this beast of a cock deserves my cunt, to stretch me, split me open, pound my cervix. No mercy. Beat my cunt until it screams, leave me bruised and sore, ruined for all dicks but this one. She never had thought like this. Sex with Bob was good, satisfying. It was regular, with regular frequency, and a normal amount of adventure, she thought. Maybe a little extra effort when she'd had a few drinks. Her sex drive was normal. Regular. Until now. Her normal, controlled, proper sex drive had blown away like yesterday's newspaper. She was consumed with lust, staring at this giant beast. She felt the desire in her pussy, her nipples, her chest, her stomach. Jesus Christ, her knees were weak. She had to have it. Her hand tightened, feeling the heat at the base of the shaft, felt the pulse of the beast, and her nipples tightened and hardened in response. She heard whimpering, a plaintive expression of desire, of need. She realized it was her, expressing her own surrender, and she panted in submission. She thought the man was speaking, asking for a decision, calling her name, Ms. Cole, Ms. Cole. She imagined the cock was calling; it called to her, called her by name, suck me Ms. Cole, it said, suck me Ms. Cole, and she heard a hungry grunting breath escape her lungs as her mouth opened, and touched the head, stretching her lips around the velvety crown, feeling the spongy firmness on her tongue, and still stretching, forcing her jaw open until it hurt, and then it was finally inside, and she pushed her head down onto the shaft. She leaned forward in her chair, barely aware of him opening his pants and undressing as he spoke. "I guess I was right so far," she heard, "and you've made your decision." She reached up with her other hand now, both of them grasping the thick meat, encircling the shaft, while she tried to force the remaining portion into her mouth. "Let's see if I am right about the rest," she heard him tease. She didn't want to tease it and lick it, no. Not this one. Not this dream cock. She pulled her mouth off for just a moment. "Oh, God, I want this cock," she gasped out loud, grateful for the opportunity to express her desire out loud, and at the same time astounded at the words as they came out. She felt liberated, like a she had been holding in a secret. "I want it in my mouth. I want it to fuck my mouth, to gag me." She stroked the shaft with both hands, unable to let go, oblivious to all things but this throbbing cunt destroyer, her contact with it, her obsession for it; her need. She wondered briefly how she could lose her control so quickly, then forgot that person, the controlled woman, and surrendered to her craving. He pulled his dick away and her hands flailed in the empty air, desperate to reconnect. Her face inched forward as she leaned in, and he swung it at her, striking her face with it; she felt the impact, and the sensation shot through her, alerting her nipples, and pushing straight through to her clit and her pussy, making her hard and wet. Again he struck her, and she opened her mouth, trying to suck it, knowing she could never capture it. She could only be conquered by it, and she stopped trying to catch it, she held her head still and received the blows on her face, heard the slap of flesh on flesh, felt the heat as it struck her, and she whimpered, "Please," and opened her mouth. "Please," she repeated, opened again, offering her open mouth to the cock that she must have, must serve. "Ple-", she began, but then her wish was granted and it pushed into her open mouth, and she moaned with delight. It pushed in, and stretched her mouth wide, and still it pushed; it bounced against the back of her mouth, and where she would normally pull back, she gagged, and accepted, and was eager to have more, fulfilled by the punishment. Already her mouth ached, but as the head brutalized the back of her mouth, she inhaled, and it pushed her throat open, blocking her airway, forcing tears to her eyes as her throat tried to close on the massive intruder. Her hands went between her legs to rub her pussy, to thrill at the stimulation she received at serving her new cock master, proud of her submission, her debased achievement. The cock head fucked her mouth a few strokes as she furiously rubbed her crotch through her pants. Then it pulled back, and she gasped for air, her mouth still open, ready for more, eager for more, and proud of the service her mouth provided. Her grabbed her, his fingers entwined in the hair on either side of her head, and pushed his dick a long stroke into her, fucking her open mouth. "Do you like my cock?" he asked as he withdrew, holding it in front of her lips, angling her head so she must look at him as she answered. She dutifully looked him in the eyes, the sweet promising cockhead brushing her face and lips. "Oh, yes," the hoarse whisper came out. "Out loud, Ms. Cole" "Yes," she obeyed. "Louder. Like you mean it." "Yes," she said proudly, with desire. "Yes, what?" "Yes, I like your cock." As she finished the statement he fucked himself into her mouth again. She groaned in delight as the massive shaft filled her mouth, pushed against her throat, gagging her, making her eyes tear, and withdrew. She stole a breath as he spoke, blinking the tears away, delighted at her debauchery. "Do you love it?" "M-mm, yeah, I love your beautiful cock." Again he penetrated her mouth, this time a second and third pump into her, then slowly sliding out as he spoke. She opened her eyes to see he held a cell phone, pointing at her. "Do you want my cock?" Was he recording her? She tried to care, and found she couldn't. All she cared about was getting stuffed by the meat stick poised at her lips. She licked the tip before answering. Tax Debt Solution Ch. 01 "O-oo, yeah, I want it bad, I want it in my mouth," lick, "and then I want it in my pussy." "Your what?" "My pus- my cunt. I want this," slow lick, "fuck monster in my cunt." She was stunned at her voice, her language, as he pushed into her mouth again, and she saw the cell phone pointed at her as her eyes closed, felt him fuck her mouth several long, full strokes, using her mouth, banging into her throat. She wondered if she would be sore, then didn't care, then wanted to be sore. He pulled out and her mouth made a wet slurping sound around the head as it emerged, and she moaned; her mouth denied it's desire. "Do you need my cock?" He continued slapping her face with it, and her mouth opened automatically every time it came near her face. "Tell me how you need it." Another slap, then bouncing it off her lips, bruising her lips with it's weight. "Tell me what you will do to have it." She felt the heated mass striking her, the sensation heightening her desire, some kind of animal instinct, and she felt her answers pouring out of her effortlessly, as though she were possessed. "Fuck me, I'll do anything. I swear I'll do fucking anything." She tried to catch it with her mouth as it slapped at her. "I'll suck it. I want to suck it, I want you to cum in my mouth." Images flashed in her brain of things she would normally recoil at, but now suddenly desired. "I want to feel it cumming in my mouth, shooting cum on my face, please. Just let me have this cock." Her desire steered her, her need propelled her. "Fuck me with it, fuck my slut cunt, I'll be your slut, your cock-slave whore cunt, please, I need your cock." It slapped her open mouth and she felt it brush her tongue, and the tingle went straight through her body to her nipples and clit. "I want to suck it after you fuck me, I want to taste my stretched pussy on this meat stick," another lick, and she moaned in delight. "Fill me with cum, fill my slut cunt with your cum, and I'll clean the cum off this beautiful monster and lick my cunt juice from your balls." She couldn't believe the things she was saying. "Will you do whatever I tell you?" "Yes," she blurted, not thinking, not caring. What would he ask? What would she think of herself? What would Bob think? Remember Bob, she thought? "Anything you say, anything." "Will you suck my dick in public?" "Yes, I don't care, I'll do it." Fuck, she thought, would her really make her do that? "In front of people? While they watch?" "Yes." Then, instead of potential fear, the idea of being watched started to excite her. Watching her suck this monster. "Yes, I want them to see me." "Other men watching? And women?" "Yes." "Your husband? Would you suck my cock in front of your husband?" She startled for a moment, then forgot herself, lost herself in her selfish uncontrollable need, all the while her eyes darting from his face to the object of her lust, poised at her mouth. "Yes, please, anything. I'll suck your cock in front of Bob, make him watch, let him see me swallow this monster down my throat, eat your cum, yes." "Will you fuck me in front of him?" An image flashed in her head of Bob watching this monster stretch and ruin her cunt, and she imagined his face, the horror, and the -- excitement? "Fuck, yeah, fuck me while he watches, let him see this beauty stretch me open, make him see it go where his dick goes, just fuck me with it." She felt the shift twitch in her hands, and she licked the head, and trembled with excitement. Would Bob watch her? Would he be angry? Would he like it? "Open your mouth," he commanded, and she did, wide, waiting in anticipation for the massive tool to penetrate her face. He pushed it in, and she swooned in relief as the shaft filled her mouth. He pulled out. "Look at me." She looked up, the cockhead resting at her lips, her tongue darting out, flicking the pre-cum oozing at the tip. He was holding the cell phone at her. "Tell me your name, then tell me what you want. What you will do" "My name is Marci Cole," she said to the phone, knowing it was recording video, not caring. "I want to be a slut for this beautiful cock. I will do anything to have it in my slut mouth and cunt." She licked the head, swirled her tongue around it, looking directly into the phone. "Good," he said, then pulled back from her, and turning, pushed a few buttons on the phone, then held it to his ear. She sat in the chair, watching him, phone up, pants undone, giant cock, semi-hard. "Yeah," he said in the phone, "I got it, come in." Marci thought, Come in? Who is he talking to? ...To be continued in Chapter 2 Tax Debt Solution Ch. 02 AUTHORS NOTE: This is a work of fiction, containing scenes of marital infidelity, multiple partners and unprotected sex. If any of these subjects offend you, please feel free to move on to another story more to your liking. You should probably read Chapter 1 first. Come in, she thought? Even as she wondered, she heard the door, and steps in the hall, and then there was a woman there, slender, attractive, confident. Not unlike the woman she used to think she was, until now. A woman to be reckoned with. She exuded sexuality and assertiveness. Josh looked back at her and gestured to the woman, who was approaching her. "Ms. Cole, this is my wife, Lisa." Wife? Marci felt briefly panicked, but saw from the woman's demeanor that there was no anger or threat of violence. Lisa wore a skirt at mid thigh and a tank top, was well groomed and attractive. She kissed Josh when she reached him, and Marci felt an irrational jealousy. Lisa stroked his cock as they kissed, then stopped and spoke to each other softly, and then Lisa turned to her. As she spoke, Josh watched and began removing his clothes. "So, Ms. Cole. You want to suck Josh's big dick, and then you want him to fuck you." She was smiling. "It is a beauty, isn't it?" she confided. Marci felt herself nodding her agreement, wondering what to make of this. "You're probably wondering what's going on, right?" She pulled a chair up close to Marci, and sat, facing her, knees almost touching. "It's nothing dangerous, so relax." She lightly patted Marci's leg, just above the knee, and she smiled as the talked. It was an honest and open smile, and Marci felt at ease with her, although she couldn't imagine a more unusual situation. "Josh and I have a special relationship. We love each other, and we indulge each other's desires. You see, we're sexually open and adventurous, and are stimulated by a lot of different things." Lisa leaned forward to her, like they were sharing girlfriend talk. "One of our favorites is getting someone else to do things they would normally not do. Up till this morning," she pointed at her, conspiratorially, "you probably never considered cheating on your husband. But after seeing that," she motioned behind her, where Josh was now shirtless, and was removing his pants, "you're not only thinking about it, your determined to do it." She grinned, and Marci felt exposed and powerless. Her eyes drifted beyond Lisa, to Josh's massive cock, until she felt Lisa grab her face and turn it back to her. "Hey, pay attention, slut. Just cause I'm being nice doesn't mean you can ignore what I'm saying." Marci looked in her eyes and saw a determination in them that wasn't present before, but then it disappeared. "We're almost like sexual predators, but we don't make people do things against their will." She smiled, a broad, beautiful smile. "We help them find the will." She cradled Marci's face in her hands. "And you not only have found the will to fuck a man who's not your husband, but Josh says you're exceptionally motivated. But this isn't about what you want, Ms. Cole." Marci watched a mischievous grin spread across Lisa's face. "It's about me and Josh getting what we want. So let me tell you how this will go." She stood up, pulling Marci to her feet. "First, get those clothes off." Marci froze, trying to make the words register. Did this woman just tell her to undress? Her eyes drifted away again, distracted by the sight of a nude Josh, leisurely stroking his massive tool in the doorway to the living room. "Hey!" she heard, and felt a hand turning her face back until her eyes were looking into Lisa's dark green eyes. "Can you hear me? Well, listen up, sweetie. You like that big cock? You want to fuck it? Then understand that that is MY cock, and you only get some when I say so. You're going to have to earn a fuck from that cock, understand? And in order for that to happen, you start doing what I tell you. Got it?" Marci felt her head nodding, numbly. What was happening to her? How could her desire rule her so completely to make her obey this woman? And when, oh, when was she going to get fucked? That last thought surprised her as much as the realization that she had had begun unbuttoning her shirt. "That's better," Marci heard, then, "while you're doing that, I'll tell you a little bit of your future." "In four days, Saturday, you will bring Bob to a hotel." She reached into her shoulder bag, pulled out a manila folder. "There will be a suite reserved in your name. You will check in, go to the room to change, then at 6pm you'll both go to the bar and wait for us." Marci pulled the shirt off, and pulled her arms free. Lisa put the folder on the table. "Good," Lisa said, taking the shirt from her and draping over the back of a chair. "The hotel name and address is in that folder, along with all the other information you'll need. The pants now." Obediently, Marci unsnapped her pants and began pulling them down. The woman looked at Marci's chest and made a face. "By Saturday, you will throw out this bra and any you have like this. I'll bet the panties have to go, too. You will buy nicer, stylish bras, preferably with matching panties. Stores and styles are in the folder." Marci was removing her shoes as she pushed her open pants down over her butt, stepping out of the shoes, pushing her pants down her legs. "You won't need to buy as many panties," she grinned. "When you come to the bar, you will wear a dress or skirt. It will be above mid-thigh, the higher the better." She touched a spot on Marci's leg. "You will not wear panties. You will sit on a bar stool and wait for us." Marci pulled the pants off and stood up, in just her bra and panties now. Lisa took the pants and draped them with the shirt. "If you do everything you are told, and do it correctly, then Saturday evening will be the beginning of a sexual journey that your fevered brain right now cannot even imagine. She looked her up and down. "OK, underwear off." Marci reached for the front clasp on her bra as Lisa continued. "The most important thing you will do between now and Saturday night is convince Bob that it's OK for him to fuck me, and that Josh should fuck you." Marci opened the bra, covering her breasts with her arm. "Move your hand so we can see," Lisa told her, and then she was standing in just her panties, as Lisa and Josh looked her over. "Nice tits, huh, Josh?" ""You know how to pick 'em, baby." "Not too big, not too small. Firm, pronounced nipples. Nice, Marci. Do you mind if I call you Marci?" "Uh, n-no. Marci is fine." "Good. Anyway, I don't care how you convince him. Tell the truth, or make something up, I don't care. Visit Adult websites on the net, watch porn together, discuss your fantasies while you blow him, doesn't matter. But by the time Josh and I get to the bar, Bob has to be up for this, and eager for the adventure, or else no Josh Cock for you, got it?" She nodded, meekly. "Not good enough, Marci. You're going to have to work hard at this, and you only have four days. Bob has to be ready and eager to see you do all the things you just told Josh you would do. He has to think fucking me in front of you is a great idea, and that watching you get split open is the hottest thing he's ever seen. Are you up for that? Can you make that happen?" The image of Bob fucking Lisa made her a little angry, but she needed Josh's meat inside her. She imagined it, spreading her, she imagined Bob watching her get the fuck of a lifetime, then she imagined Bob fucking Lisa while she watched. She thought she could pull it off. She knew she had to. "I can do it. I-I'll do it. I fucking swear, I'll do it." "Great," Lisa smiled, "that's great. You won't regret it. You are gonna have so much fun..." she trailed off. "All right. Panties off, let's go." Marci hesitated a second, she had never been naked in front of people she didn't know. But a glance over Lisa's shoulder motivated her, and she got her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down, and stepped out of them. She tossed them into the corner of the room, missing the trash can. "Oh, no, that's no good. Marci, what is the deal with that hairy fucking bush?" She was shaking her head. "Too bad, I'd have let you suck his cock, but we can't have this. Turn around, let me see your ass." Crestfallen, Marci turned, and heard, "Yeah, here, too. Well, you've got some work to do. By Saturday, I want all that hair off, you understand? Did you think I was going to let that beautiful cock fuck an unkempt, overgrown jungle? No way, you get that hair off, off your pussy and off your ass, too. If I see a hair on you Saturday, I'll be getting two dicks and you'll get nothing." "But, I – I never..." "Well you better start. You have a computer? There are some websites listed in the folder, as well as recommended videos, and where you can get them. Download some porn, see what a pussy that wants attention looks like. Matter of fact," she added, and took Marci's hand, "come inside. You can start working for it now." Marci followed as Lisa led her to the living room. As they passed Josh in the doorway, Lisa stopped to kiss him, and Marci watched their tongues swirling into each other's mouths while Lisa stroked the meat that hung, now mostly soft, between Josh's legs. Her breath caught again as she watched the massive cock respond to the stimulation, and she felt her need between her own legs, aching for attention and relief. Then Lisa broke the kiss, gazed into Josh's eyes with an impish grin, and released his tool, walking Marci past him. The head of his cock brushed her hip as she was led past him. She felt him turn and follow them in. Lisa stopped at the couch and turned. Marci was aware of being naked as the other woman turned to face her, as she was aware of the naked man with the beautiful, giant cock behind. Oddly, she did not feel embarrassed or out of place. Just different. And a little naughty. "Marci," Lisa said as she faced her, "do you trust me?" "Well, I, y-, uh, ye-," she began, "u-uhm, n-," she stammered. "Actually, I don't know." Lisa nodded agreeably. "OK. Probably wise, seeing we just met. How about this." She turned Lisa to the side, and pointed at Josh. "You want my husband's giant cock?" "Yes," she oozed, then added, "very much." "Good. In order to have it, will you do what I tell you?" She turned back, facing Lisa, who had her back to the couch. "Yes." "You understand that some of the things I tell you to do may be unusual, or humiliating, or downright nasty." "I – yes. Yes." "You'll obey me?" "Yes," she answered, meekly. "You'll get Bob to go along with this?" "Yes." "Good. Get down on your knees. Josh, give her a hand." She felt Josh move behind her, helping her to her knees as Lisa stepped back and sat on the couch. "I already told you that Josh isn't going to fuck you today. But I might let you suck his cock a little more. Would you like to suck his cock?" "Yes," she said, sounding a little too eager. "You want his cum in your mouth? Will you eat his cum?" "M-mm, yeah," she replied. Why? She wasn't a big fan of cum in her mouth, or swallowing. For some reason the idea of that monster spurting in her mouth thrilled her. She felt herself get wetter. "Look at you, squirming," Lisa chided. "Yeah, you'll eat it and like it, won't you?" She grinned. "Good. But first, a lesson." She leaned forward, pointed between Marci's legs. "Look at your pussy. Spread your knees apart and look at it." Marci looked down between her spread legs. Beneath the untrimmed pubic hair she could just make out her pussy lips. She never really spent much time looking at herself, because, frankly, it was a big ugly mess. Not interesting, so she was not curious. She thought about seeing Josh's meat spreading her open, squeezing into her, and she felt a twinge inside, and her clit got a little hard. "It's not much to look at, Marci. Fine, if you intend to keep your pants on, and no one is ever going to see it. But for you," she said, touching Marci's chin and lifting her face up to see her, "those days are over. Look at this." Marci watched Lisa lift her butt slightly, and pull her skirt out from under herself, pulling it up around her stomach, exposing herself below the waist. Even with her legs together Marci could see she wore no panties. As her hips lowered, Marci's eyes were drawn to the tightly trimmed line of hair that disappeared between her thighs. "You may wear sweats around the house when you're alone," Lisa began, "And you may just throw your hair into clip when you are staying home, alone." She began to lean slightly back, and her knees opened slightly. "But when you go out, and you are going to be seen, you dress nice, you do your hair, and you put on makeup." She was reclined against the back of the sofa, and she spread her legs wide. And Marci stared at Lisa's shaved pussy. "You want people to see you at your best, to appreciate what they see. You wear nice clothes and put on makeup to look better, so people like how you look, and so that you feel better about how you look." Marci raised her feet, and rested her heels on the edge of the sofa cushions, and spread her legs wider. "If your pussy is going out, then it should look good, and you should feel good about how it looks." Marci had not spent a lot of time looking at her own sex. She'd never really been attracted by the appearance of sex organs, male or female, least of all her own. She was overwhelmed by the fact that she had fallen so hard the moment she saw Josh's gorgeous tool. She glanced back down between her own legs, saw her lips lightly parted through the mass of hair, felt the wetness seeping. Just thinking about that lovely cock. She looked back up between Lisa's thighs. I have to admit, she thought, it looks nice. It looks kept, and desirable, like it was meant to be seen and admired. Mine kinda looks like a hairy hole, and Lisa has a smooth, shapely and sexy pussy. Marci allowed Lisa's voice to fade into background noise as she studied the shape, the way the lips elegantly wrapped the opening, the smooth swell of flesh at the top, the trimmed line of hair pointing at the tiny hood covering her clit. The smaller lips below, just peeking from between the larger labia, and the gentle curve below where they met at the base, open slightly, showing a hint of darkening pink. Completely hairless, completely smooth, delicate, down, past her pussy, her raised hips and spread legs exposed the space behind her pussy, and below that, her tight crinkled anus. All hair free, smooth, without blemish. She was mesmerized. She realized she was breathing through her mouth. She heard a voice. Was it calling her? It wasn't until she felt someone touching her hand that she was able to stop staring. Face it, she admitted. You were admiring. You like the way her pussy looks! "Marci," she heard, "here." It was Josh, holding her wrist, moving her hand. She looked up into his eyes, felt her eyelids fluttered like a schoolgirl. He noticed and grinned, and she dropped her eyes to his wonderful cock, felt her pussy moisten and pulse again. Josh was moving her hand, and she let it move, and she felt her fingers come to rest at her own pussy. "Feel it," Lisa said, "touch your pussy, see how it feels to your hand." Her fingers pressed into her crotch, gently, feeling the mass of hair, the moist heat. Not one for looking, she had almost never touched herself, so feeling her own fingers at her lips felt a little awkward. She rubbed slightly, sensed the lips through the hair, the heat of the velvety skin, the small bulge of her clit under it's growing hood. At the same time, her pussy felt her hand, touching, almost caressing. Her middle finger slipped between her labia as her hand moved, and it was quickly drenched in her juice. She started, surprised by the feeling, and her finger paused, then pressed into herself, and it was wrapped in the hot liquid inside. "Now feel mine." Her finger still inside herself, she realized her other hand was being lifted, raised, and she watched as Josh placed it onto Lisa's exposed flesh, just above her pussy. Marci's fingertips just touched the smooth skin below the woman's navel, and Josh released her wrist as her hand moved, the fingertips trailing a path across the skin, down to her crotch, feeling the narrow trimmed line of hair, and then the thin, soft skin of her hood and labia, smooth and hairless. She watched her own fingers drifting down, exploring, feeling the heat from the other woman, sensing the involuntary movement as she touched the sensitive areas, felt the labia move under the pressure of her touch, felt a finger slip between them; the wetness surging out to meet her fingertip, so smooth, so hot. She had a flash of awareness, realized that she was caressing another woman's pussy, while she was fingering herself, and she raised her eyes to see Lisa staring at her, grinning, and next to her, the magnificent alluring cock that had driven her here. Her memory flashed at her – her life, her husband, who she was, what she thought and believed. She was a normal, happy housewife, not a slut; she had regular sex, not kinky demented sex. She was faithful, and had normal desires. But the seductive power of that beautiful cock had made her, in an instant, throw those things away. Now she was on her knees, naked, fingering herself, rubbing another woman's shaved vagina, all for the promise of getting that cock inside her. She felt a momentary pang of loss for the person she was. And she surrendered, again, and embraced her desire. "You want that cock. Say it" She turned to face Lisa again. She didn't hesitate. "Oh, God, yes, I want that cock. I want it so bad ...", she whimpered, and she watched her fingers spread the lips of Lisa's pussy, opening her up as her hand caressed her. "I want to feel it inside me, fucking me." She pushed a second finger inside herself, even as she slipped one inside the wet hole in front of her. She watched it open, imagining Josh's cock forcing it open, and she made a small sound as the excitement grabbed her. The two fingers in her own cunt curled forward, caressing her G spot as she pressed the heel of her hand on her clit, grunting with the contact. Her other hand pushed into Lisa, feeling the slick wetness, like hers, and she stroked in unison, matching the work of her hands on Lisa and herself. "Yeah, slut, finger my cunt, you horny slut. You like that? Have you ever felt another pussy before?" Lisa encouraged her with filthy talk and grunts. Marci felt the wetness in the other woman increase, and she added a second finger, pushing in to her knuckles, feeling the woman respond. I am fingering another woman's cunt, she thought, and I ... I like it! Her fingers in her own cunt were rubbing furiously now, increasing the stimulation, beginning to build to her orgasm. God, she needed to cum, she was so fucking horny. She felt her breath getting shorter as she worked both pussies. "Yeah, slut, you want that cock." "Oh, fuck yeah, I want it. I want it so bad." Lisa leaned forward and grabbed the wrist of the hand that Marci fucked herself with, pulling the fingers out of Marci. Her pussy clenched with the sudden absence. Lisa pulled the hand up to Marci's face. "Suck them. Taste your pussy, slut. Suck your fingers clean." And without hesitation she was doing it, sucking her fingers into her mouth, tasting herself, tasting her own pussy, savoring the flavor of her excitement. The taste was sweet and slightly pungent, tangy; but the act of doing it was so nasty, so filthy and sexy. She swirled her tongue around them as she sucked, getting every drop or her juice, then suddenly her hand was pulled out, and she felt Lisa grasp her other wrist. "Now mine." The fingers were replaced by her other hand, as Lisa pushed the hand into her face, smearing the silky wetness on Marci's face and lips before stuffing her mouth. Marci sucked hungrily, the idea that she was tasting another woman just making her hotter and hornier. Tax Debt Solution Ch. 02 "Oh, yeah, you want it. You like the taste of pussy, you slut. You're ready to earn Josh's cum. Get over here." Marci opened her eyes as she felt a hand in her hair, and she was being pulled into the woman's obscenely spread crotch. I'm pretty sure I'm not a lesbian, she had time to think, and then her nose and mouth were pressed into the shaved pussy. She felt Lisa's hips humping up into her face, even as Lisa pushed her face down. "Lick my cunt, slut! Suck my clit. Shove your tongue up my hole, lick me out! Yeah!" Marci had placed her hands on Lisa's thighs, but now she moved them underneath her, cupping the other woman's butt cheeks, and forcing her up into her face as she crammed her tongue as deep into Lisa's love hole as she could get. Never, she thought, I would never have ... but here she was doing it, and loving it, slurping up another woman's sex juice, licking at her clit, sucking the lips into her mouth, and it was delicious, and she was loving eating her first pussy. She felt her head pushed away then, and Josh was guiding her to lay down on her back as Lisa got off the couch. "You're a good pussy licker, Marci. You're either a closet lez, or a filthy slut who'll do anything to get my man's cock!" She stood at Marci's head, stepped over so she was straddling Marci's head, facing her feet, and lowered her pussy to Marci's face. "Lick my clit, Marci. Make me cum. Suck my hard little button and make me cum." Marci reached up as the sopping hole approached, spreading the lips and pulling back the hood, exposing the hard clit, seeing an erect clitoris for the first time briefly, before capturing it between her lips and sucking and licking it like a little cock. From this angle her nose was practically inside the woman's gaping hole, and she inhaled the scent of her arousal as her mouth stimulated her clit. "Oh, fuck, yeah, that's it, right there, fucking lick me," an endless stream of encouragement began, then started to raise rise in pitch and intensity, mixed with grunts and wet licking sounds, and musky pungent aroma. "Right, there, don't stop, fuck don't stop fuck, fuuuccckkk fffffuuuuccckkk!" Lisa bellowed as she came, and a flood of her juices flowed out of her pussy onto Lisa's face, and she opened her mouth to capture it, to drink it all in, even while keeping her tongue pressed on Lisa's clit as her orgasm swept through her. Then suddenly her head was pushed down and out of the way, and she opened her eyes to see Josh's beautiful cock approaching Lisa's wet opening. "Are you watching, Marci?" she heard, "watch it, watch your dream cock fuck me, lick my clit while my husband fucks me right in your face!" My God, she thought, like something could stop me from watching! An inch above her face now, the purple velvet crown of Josh's cock was pushing apart Lisa's lips, opening her, and Marci felt herself gasp as the wet flesh parted, and spread, and opened, and kept opening, and she felt her own pussy twitching and gushing, and still the lips stretched to accept this massive throbbing meat, slowly, slowly pushing inside. Finally, stretched obscenely, the head passed the opening, and shaft began following, pulling the stretched lips in with the motion. She heard Lisa making small gasping noises mixed with her moans and squeals, and she knew something that big had to be painful, it had to hurt, to hurt so good, so completely full and stretched, and again her own pussy gushed fluids of desire. About half the cock was inside her now, and he paused, allowing her to accommodate his size, even though she knew he had been there before. What would it be like the first time, she thought. She lifted her head and licked at the spot where his cock met her lips, feeling the tautness of the skin, delighting in the taste, thrilling at the idea of licking a fucking cock. Then it was moving again, pulling out slightly, then pushing in further, and she licked the shaft as it went in, lubricating it to make the passage easier. She knew it had to be pushing into her cervix, pressing and stretching her, elongating the sheath. It slowed, then stopped, then started again, slowly, Lisa grunting her efforts to take it all, until finally his ball sack was at the opening, and he was all the way in. Lisa was panting, and then slowing, her breathing becoming more even as she acclimated to the mass inside her. "Oh, shit," Marci hear her say, "that is so worth it. Fuck, that is the best fucking cock in the world, I swear." She felt Lisa's hips move, press down on her. "Did I say stop licking me?" Marci extended her tongue, once again attacking the clit at the top of the stretched hole. "Yeah, that's better. Don't stop. Josh, go ahead, I'm ready." Marci watched as the shaft slowly pulled back about halfway out, and slid back in, then again, this time a little further, a little faster, until almost the entire shaft was disappearing and reappearing with each thrust, pounding, stretching. Still Marci licked, and Josh fucked, faster now, harder, and then Lisa had a second orgasm, this time her juices squeezed out past Josh's cock, dripping down into Marci's face and mouth as Lisa screamed. Marci thought she could feel spasms inside the woman's cunt as she pressed her lips and tongue against it, trying to suck as much juice as she could. She heard Josh start grunting as he thrust into his wife, and Marci saw that his ball sack had pulled up tight. Fuck, she thought, he was close to cumming. Marci squirmed her arm under Lisa and got her fingers into her own pussy, and began masturbating furiously. "Oh, fucking shit, fuck your pussy, bitch. Make yourself cum while you lick my fuck hole." Josh was grunting louder, his cock was pounding in hard, short strokes. "Yeah, Josh, fuck me, fucking fill my cunt with cum! C'mon, baby, fucking fill me with cum, yeah!" Marci remembered that Lisa had said she'd let Marci swallow his cum, and hoped he'd pull out and stuff that beautiful cock into her mouth, shoot his hot load of slimy cum into her mouth, and the image pushed her over the edge, and she screamed her passion into Lisa's shaved pussy as she orgasmed, her hips lifting off the floor, both hands working her pussy, three fingers crammed inside and the other hand working her clit. Before today, the thought flashed as she came down from her climax, I never touched myself. I was normal. I just made myself orgasm, while I licked a pussy that was getting fucked. Her nostalgic moment was interrupted by Josh's crescendo groans, and Lisa's enthusiastic encouragement, and Marci watched as his cock buried itself in Lisa's stretched wet cunt. She saw his balls twitch, saw the pulse in the underside of his beautiful fat cock and heard him grunt as he pumped Lisa's cunt full of hot man cum. His body jerked the cock into her in spasms as he pumped his load in, and Marci kept her tongue pressed at the opening, feeling the pulses, hearing Marci cooing her delight, tasting the change in the flavor as her filled pussy overflowed, and smears of semen coated his shaft. Finally he stopped moving, relaxing, his breathing changing from anxious pants to long recovery breaths. "Oh, yeah Josh, that fucking feels amazing. I love when you cum inside me, I love how hot and wet my poor battered cunt feels with a load of hot cum inside, m-mm ..." Marci watched as the shaft began to withdraw, slowly, and she licked the shaft as it emerged, seemingly forever, tasting the mix of cum and pussy, sucking it off. "That's it, slut, clean his beautiful cock with your slut mouth. Lick it all off." The shaft was almost completely out; she could see the head forcing the opening wider as it poised to emerge. She sucked a drop of cum from the opening and swallowed it. "I told you'd I'd let you eat his cum. Get ready for it, you nasty slut." The head popped out of Lisa's abused cunt, which remained gaping open. Marci was astonished at the change; what had been a lovely shaved pussy was now a sloppy wet cavern, stretched open, red, and swollen, slowly closing. Seeing the damage she knew more than ever that she wanted it to happen to her, and her pussy tingled under her fingers, still inside herself; she wanted to experience this, wanted more than ever to have her cunt punished and beaten like this, and she felt another climax building. As she pushed her fingers inside herself, and rubbed her clit, she saw Lisa's cunt clench, and a flood of milky cum flowed out, pouring into Marci's mouth, filling it as Lisa goaded her. "Eat it, cunt. Eat that fucking nasty cum from my fuck hole. Fucking swallow it, yeah, suck it out now," and her mouth was filled with cum, and she swallowed it down, feeling the slimy heat in her throat, tasting the salty chlorine tang, even as more dripped out onto her nose and lips. "Suck it out, suck my pussy, get your fucking tongue inside me and lick the cum out, slut. Get it all, fuck." Marci's mouth sealed itself over the swollen opening, and her tongue speared inside, swirling in the hot cum, even as she sucked, and the slimy reward filled her mouth, overflowing as she climaxed again, overwhelmed by her debasement, thrilled by the release, wallowing in her willingness, her enthusiasm. She swallowed again and again, licking out the hot cunt as it struggled to return to it's normal size, even as the cum overflowed her mouth, coating her face, getting into her nostrils, and she came again as she sucked the remaining cum, screaming into Marci's gaping cunt, her face a mass of pussy juice and cum. She didn't feel Lisa stand up, but the next thing she knew she was lying on the floor watch Josh and Lisa kiss. She sat up, still a little weak, then lifted herself to the couch. The couple stopped and looked at her, and Josh swatted Lisa's ass. "Fucking incredible. You can pick 'em, baby." He kissed her on the cheek. "Yeah, she's gonna do just fine. What a nasty slut when she got going!" They were looking at her. "Once she made up her mind, she never hesitated. She gonna be great." She turned, kissed Josh briefly, and told him to get dressed. "I'll go over the details with Marci," she told him. And Lisa sat next to her on the couch. Marci felt a little outside herself as they talked, not caring that she was still naked. They went through the folder, reviewed the instructions, the hotel, stores, websites, everything Marci would need to convince her husband that they should meet another couple and have sex with them. As she listened, nodding cooperatively, she missed the person she was until today - the take-charge, in control woman. She felt uncertain suddenly, and Marci noticed the look on her face. "What's the matter. Second thoughts? Let me tell you a few things, sweetie." She took Marci's hands in her own, and looked into her eyes. "You seem like the type of woman who gets what she wants, who is used to being in control. Right?" She nodded. "I figured. And now you're a little nervous because you think you've lost control. Right?" She nodded again, feeling a little sheepish. What will Bob think, she thought? Will he go along? How can I convince him? "Well, don't get too upset; the woman you were is still here. You're in charge, you can get what you want. But you have to come to terms with defining what you want. Until today, you wanted what you had, because you never knew there was more to want." She squeezed her hands affectionately. "Now you know. You've seen a hint of what there is to experience. Your uncertainty isn't because you have stopped being a confident and able woman who decides her own direction. It's because you're not comfortable with your new desires, with wanting this new direction. Once you embrace that you'll find that very little has changed. Listen," she leaned in, "I just saw a confident and determined woman help herself to what she wanted, get what she needed, and feel good doing it. Once the path was clear to you, you forged ahead and achieved your goal. You decided that you would throw yourself into this, and a few minutes later, you were licking pussy, and eating cum out of my cunt." She grinned. "That's confidence. You didn't hesitate, or get scared. You wanted it." She kissed her on the cheek, then flicked her tongue across Marci's lips. "Get used to wanting it, and you'll be fine." Lisa stood. "We'll let you get started on your plans. Tomorrow I'll drop off a DVD of the video Josh recorded. You can use it to help convince Bob, if you think it'll help." She picked up her bag. Josh, now dressed, came back into the room, and joined his wife in the hallway. Marci was still naked, and found she didn't care. "Make sure you're there on Saturday. If you need help, call me." "I will." "If you don't show up Saturday, another copy of that DVD will show up in Bob's office Monday. So don't fuck up." "But ..." "And if we don't hear from you a week after that, it'll go to the internet." "Oh, no, please don't-" "Hey," Lisa said, stopping at the door, "don't fall apart. You know you want it. It's up to you to get it. Pull yourself together, and make it happen." She looked Marci in the eyes. "Don't assume you know what your husband thinks and feels. This morning you thought you knew yourself. We helped you. You help him. And we'll all be happy." "Marci, it was great meeting you," Josh said, kissing her on the cheek. "I'm looking forward to Saturday. In case you don't know it yet, I'm not with the IRS, and you don't have a tax problem." He grinned. "And your face has cum all over it." No tax problem? She felt the cum drying on her face, but ... no jail? "But..." she stammered, "you said..." "I told you before," Lisa jumped in, "we're almost predators, but we don't make people do things against their will." She smiled broadly. "That's no fun, frankly." "But sometimes people, like you, need help finding their will," Josh added. He reached to her, caressed her breast, and tweaked the nipple. "We helped you find yours." "You, you ...lied about ..." "Yep." His finger continued playing with her nipple. Despite hr confusion, the sensation aroused her. "I should be angry." "Or relieved," he suggested. "You tricked me. I – I feel like I should be furious, but – I..." "Don't be angry. Sure, he pretended to be someone he's not, and he said things that weren't true," Lisa interjected. "We needed to get your attention. Can you tell me now that the sex wasn't great, that you don't want lots more, and that you're sorry this happened?" "Well, no – I, I guess ..." "Are you going to report us?" "No, I," "OK, then. If you change your mind that DVD will be everywhere, fast. Don't make us do that. You won't be happy." Lisa played with Marci's other nipple. "You'll be much happier getting your little pussy fucked out by Josh's giant cock, don't you think? And Marci knew it was true, and something inside her switched on, and she committed to her new life. "I'll see you Saturday, then," she said. Tax Debt Solution Ch. 03 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fantasy story contains scenes of a married woman fantasizing about another man while seducing her husband into extramarital sex. If that's not for you, feel free to move on. This story can be read alone, but you might want to read parts 1 and 2 to get the setup. * Lisa stayed with Marci for over an hour after Josh left. They went through the folder, the hotel info, the clothing instructions and list of stores. Lisa walked her through several free websites with hot pictures, videos and stories that she could survey for ideas to help her convince Bob. She gave her advice on hair removal, told her what to do, and how to do it. Marci was naked beneath the robe she'd wrapped herself in. Several times while visiting sample websites she'd seen things that made her nipples harden and her pussy tingle and moisten. And once or twice Lisa had given her a look that had done the same. Convinced she had a plan, Marci told her that she needed to get busy, and walked Lisa to the door. Before saying goodbye, Lisa reached into Marci's robe and grasped a nipple between her fingers and thumb, pinched it hard, and pulled it as she spoke. "You've got it under control, right?" Marci nodded, her pussy twitching from the painful stimulation. "You'll be there Saturday, right?" She twisted, harder. "And you'll bring Bob, and he'll be ready to fuck me?" Marci nodded again. "Say it." Marci could barely form words, distracted by the pain at her nipple. There were bolts of pleasure shooting through her, straight to her pussy. "Yes, I- I'll be there, with Bob, and he's going to fuck you," she heard herself say. Lisa released her nipple, and she felt a twinge as blood rushed back into it. "Good girl, Marci." She kissed her on the cheek, then looked directly into her eyes. "I want you to put it in me. I want you to aim his cock as my pussy and push it in, so you see your husband's cock fuck me. Can you do that?" She grinned. "Do you want that?" "Y- Yes, yes I want to put Bob's cock in your pussy." They stared at each other, Lisa grinning, Marci hesitant. "Okay, then, Marci, I will see you Saturday night." Lisa turned and left. Marci stood in the hallway and stared at the closed door. What have I done, she asked herself? How could this have happened to me, so suddenly? So completely? Alone now, she thought maybe it had been a dream, but the soreness in her nipple, the ache in her jaw from stretching her mouth around Josh's magnificent cock, the scent of his cum in her nostrils reminded her that it was all too real. She fought back shame at how easily she'd been seduced, controlled, compelled to act. She couldn't back out now; she'd committed, and if she didn't get Bob to go along they would send him the video, and they would post it on the internet where the whole world would see her confessing how much she wanted Josh's cock, what she would do to get it. She steeled herself. She WOULD get it, she would do whatever it took to get it. I will have that beautiful brutal monster inside me. She took a deep breath and shook off her indecision. Better get started, she told herself, you have three days to get Bob up for this, and you're starting from square one. Unlike me, his sex life as of right now is exactly the same as it was yesterday, she thought, heading back to get dressed for the second time. Only his shameless horny wife sucked another man's cock and had sex with another woman, including sucking cum from her cunt. She shook her head. I couldn't just kiss another man and feel guilty, like a normal cheating wife, no, I had to completely lose myself! Dressed, she sat at the kitchen for a minute to plan her day. What approach to take with Bob? Can't just ask him, hey, want to fuck this woman I met so I can have some giant cock, can I? No, I'll have to seduce him into it, but I only have three days. She stood. Three days to take him from regular sex to a level of depravity I didn't dream existed when I woke up this morning. "You can think about it in the car," she said out loud to herself. "You've only got three days, and you'd better get busy." While driving she called Bob on his cell. "I made plans for Saturday night," she said when he answered. "Great," he said, "What are we doing?" Fucking other people in front of each other, she thought. "We're meeting my friend Lisa and her husband." "I don't think I know Lisa, do I?" "Maybe not, I met her at the gym," she lied. "She's nice, funny, you'll like her. I think she's a little younger than us." And I licked her pussy today. "Not too young, I hope," he laughed. "Relax, she's really nice. She's pretty, too, maybe prettier than me," she teased. And a little wilder too. I hope you want to fuck her. "I'm sure she's not prettier than you, honey. Not to me." "You're sweet." But please, please, please fuck her anyway. "I only met her husband once," at least that wasn't a lie, "and he seemed nice too, we should have fun." I'll have fun when his giant cock is splitting my cunt wide open and turning it to jelly. "All right, I'll see you later. Should be home around seven." "Okay, don't be late." She put on her teasing voice. "I'll have a surprise for you." A few hours later she was back home, and glanced at the clock. Bob will be home around seven, she thought, I have about 5 hours. She headed for the bathroom. For the next hour she applied both razor and depilatory cream to eliminate all hair from the top of her butt crack to her navel, leaving only a tightly trimmed triangle that ended a half inch above her clit. Lisa had shown her pictures on the internet, styles from Barbie dolls to landing strips. Having touched Lisa's, she now wanted to touch her own, but settled for rinsing vigorously under the tub faucet, allowing the water to bounce off her clit, making her squirm. But she stopped herself from cumming; she wanted to wait, to be so horny for Bob tonight. She had to take it to another level tonight, and make sure he came along for the ride. She wrapped herself in a robe, naked underneath. She went back to one of the websites that Lisa had shown her, and checked out video clips, looking for wild things that she could tell him she liked, that would amaze and arouse Bob, but not shock him. She saved a few of the clips. If tonight went the way she planned, she'd watch some of them with Bob, while they fooled around. She could use them to steer the conversation. She picked some straight amateurs fucking and sucking, a few threesomes. A guy with two women, a woman with two guys. Some lesbian clips. Then the ones she wanted. Two couples switching partners. A man watching his wife get fucked by another man. A woman who gets her friend to fuck her husband. And lastly, a few videos of guys with giant cocks, getting them sucked and fucked. By this time it was getting late. She made a salad for dinner, and then went upstairs to dress. She put on some light pants without panties (might as well get used to it, she thought) and print blouse. She wore the bra because she didn't want to be too obvious right away. As it was she was so nervous she thought she might throw up, not because of the sex, but because she needed to seduce Bob out of their old life and into the new one she had chosen for them. What if he balked? What if he was disgusted by her lust, and horrified that she wanted them to share themselves with others? He might go along with the fantasy, but would he go along with the real thing? Would he walk out? Thoughts of separation, abandonment and divorce flashed through her head, and a wave of panic swept her off her feet. She sat shakily on the bed as her knees trembled and gave out. Concentrate, you silly girl, you're acting like a teenager about to give up her virginity. She thought back to this morning, when she was a confident, capable and in-control woman, who took no bullshit and made things happen for herself. Well, she reminded herself, like Lisa had told her, you are still that woman, one who gets what she wants. The only difference is that now you want the giant cock of a man who is not your husband. She took several deep breaths, calmed her nerves. She considered a stiff drink, but discarded the idea. She'd need her wits about her. Instead she went to the full-length dressing mirror and practiced opening her pants to reveal her shaved pussy. She'd considered a dress, but it was too unusual for a weeknight. She'd selected dress pants instead of jeans because they were lighter, and once opened, would drop off her hips, and not need to be pulled down. She tried it several times, found a slight shake of her hips helped them slip off. With only minutes to go until Bob arrived home, she re-dressed, went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of wine, and set the table for dinner. This will work, she told herself. It must work, it has to! She pleaded with herself. And finally, resolved, I will make it work, not matter what. I'll do whatever it takes. But I will have Josh's beautiful cock, and Bob will want it for me. She started when she heard the car door, and moved quickly to greet him as he came inside. She kissed him, lightly, just a little more intimately than usual, so he'd know something was coming after dinner. He'd never guess what's coming, not in a million years. They chatted over dinner. He talked about his day; she deflected questions about hers. He drank his wine; she struggled not to appear too jittery, but he grinned at her over-compensated anxiousness. He knew something was up, she could see it on his face. "I can't fake it, I tried," she confessed. "I have a surprise for you after dinner." "No kidding? Really," he joked. "I couldn't tell." He was grinning from ear to ear. "You look like you're going to split wide open." If everything works out you'll see that happen on Saturday, she thought, and her pussy moistened. She hoped she wouldn't show a wet spot on her pants. "I know, it's obvious, right?" She hoped he'd be excited when she started steering his desire with the videos. "Soon as you're done, come into the den," she said, in a casual seduction. "I'll be waiting for you." She had selected the den instead of the living room or bedroom because that's where the computer was. If her plan went correctly they'd be watching porn clips together within the hour. He went to sit on the sofa, but she moved him to the loveseat; it faced the twenty-two inch monitor. She gave him a new glass of wine. "Okay," she started, standing in front of him, her back to the computer desk, prepping her rehearsed story, "today, I was shopping online, not really buying anything, just looking, you know," she assured him with her prepared story. "I got the idea to look for some sexy lingerie after checking out the Victoria Secret ads, and I did a search for sexy lingerie." His eyebrows raised. "Right. I got more than I expected. Usually I just ignore them, you know? But then I saw a website that I had heard some of the ladies discussing in the gym, you know?" She paused, staying alert for a negative reaction. "So," she continued, in a conspiratorial tone, just the way Lisa had advised, "I clicked on it. I figured, hey, who knows, right?" She took a deep breath. "Well, let me tell you, at first I was shocked, because, you know, some of the things they had were, you know ..." He was grinning at her."What?" "Yes, I know. I've seen porn, honey, I'm just amazed that you haven't." "Well, ordinarily, I wouldn't watch, you know that, but that's because some of it is a little extreme, you know. Like that time we watched that movie and everyone was spitting on each other? That was not sexy." She paused, took a breath. Moment of truth time. Would he believe she liked these? She'd been careful to pick some good starters. "I clicked on the movie clips, and looked at some." She blushed, she really was embarrassed. She shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other. "And I have to admit, that I found some that were pretty sexy, pretty hot." He seemed to be interested, that was good. He sipped his wine trying to act nonchalant. "So I watched a couple, you know, just regular sex, nothing crazy. I found some where regular people film themselves, too, you know, like homemade sex tapes." She lowered her voice a little. "And I got a little excited," she paused, "and I looked at more." She lowered her eyes, and resumed her half-lie. "Then I found some more kinky ones, like blowjobs, and facials, and they weren't gross, they were exciting," she added, excitement creeping into her voice. He was hanging on every word now. "So I kept going, and looking at wilder and wilder ones, and I got so excited," she paused, "I played with myself!" His mouth dropped open and his eyes popped, but saying nothing, she knew she had him going. "I know, I felt so dirty, but I was so turned on, she lied. "I was rubbing myself through my pants, and then I opened them." She paused. "And then I realized something." She paused, and her hands drifted to the clasp of her pants, and she opened it as she continued. "Almost all the women, even the real ones, had their pussies shaved." She opened the clasp and pulled down the zipper, and did the little hip shake, and her pants dropped, just like she'd practiced. "So I shaved mine," she said, unnecessarily. She stood, pants in a pile at her ankles, her short shirt ending just below her navel. She watched his face, his gaze riveted at the space between her legs, staring. She waited, then asked, "What do you think?" "Holy shit," he finally managed, "I love it!" he looked up at her. "That's so hot!" He looked back down, then up, then down again. "That is so sexy." He put down his wine, reached for her, but she stopped him. "Not yet, hot stuff," she warned. "I'll let you touch it, but before we get busy I want to do something with you." She stepped closer to him, stepping out of her slacks, and stood with her legs apart a little. "Go ahead, you can touch, but only a little." His hand moved slowly, palm up, and she watched as he slipped it between her thighs, lifting it to gently stroke the smooth hairless labia, then press into her, feeling her entire crotch, groaning lightly as he caressed her. Her pussy reacted to his touch and she felt her moisture increase, her lips holding it inside her. "Feels good, right?" she asked, and he agreed with a moan, moving his fingers across the smooth skin. "It feels incredible. Wonderful. So sexy," she said. "It feels delicious." "I- I-," he stammered, "I can't believe it." She pulled his hand away, and he resisted. "Please," he said, "a little more. Damn I want to fuck you right now." She moved his hand firmly but gently. "Soon," she told him, "I'll let you feel it, and then you can lick it." His eyes shot up. "And then you can fuck me. But first," she told him, "we're going to watch some videos." She smiled at him, unbuttoning her shirt. "I want you to be as hot as I was this afternoon," she told him, dropping her shirt and reaching behind her back for the bra clasp. "Go get a chair from the kitchen, and I'll show you what made me so hot today." He leaped from the chair and was back in a flash. She sat in the leather desk chair and scooted it to the side, making room for him. She reached for the mouse and opened the browser, and went to her favorites. She saw the bulge in his pants as he sat and adjusted himself. Nice, she thought. It's working. "I saved some of the hot ones." She started on of the tame ones, an amateur couple filming themselves. As the video showed her sucking his cock, she put a hand on his leg. "You like that?" The woman on the screen worked her tongue around the head of her man's dick. "You want me to suck your dick like that?" He turned, looked at her. "Where is this dirty talk coming from?" he asked. "You don't usually talk at all." He grinned, adding, "Now you're not just talking, you're being very, uh-m, bold." "I learned it from the internet," she teased, "from the videos. It turned me on, hearing them talk dirty to each other, saying nasty things." On the screen the woman was on her back now, while the man fucked her, up on his knees, her legs pulled up and wide. "O-oo, look at the way he's giving it to her. That's hot." She stood, went behind him, and reached down to unbutton his shirt. "Will you do me like that? Hold my legs open to see my shaved pussy?" She took off his shirt, pulled his tee shirt up over his head, and ran her hands down his chest, whispered into his ear. "You want to see your dick fucking my shaved pussy, baby?" She was pretending at first, but his reactions made her enjoy it. "Fuck, yeah, baby," he replied, softly, "I want to see my dick fucking your sexy shaved pussy." "Look at her, see how much she's enjoying that dick," she continued. "Look at her tits, aren't they nice?" She pressed hers into his shoulders as she spoke. "Not as nice as yours." "M-mm, you're so sweet." The screen couple had moved, and he was doing her doggy style. The woman moaned and her tits waved back and forth as she took a pounding. "Oh, yeah, look at her, she loves it, she's so hot. Do you think she's hot, Bob?" "She's hot, baby, hot for that dick that's fucking her." "Are you going to give it to me like that? I want to feel what she feels. I want to get fucked like her." Bob made to move, but Marci pulled away. "Not yet, baby, we're only getting started." She moved from behind him as the woman came, crying out. Marci went back to her seat, put her hand on his leg. She crept it up to his crotch as the woman on screen positioned herself on front of the man's hard cock, and opened her mouth. "Watch this, it's so nasty." The camera framed her face as the dick spewed it's load into her mouth and face, and she smiled for the camera, strings of white slime striping her. "Do you want to do that to me, Bob?" she cooed, and rubbed his hardness through his pants. "Do you want to shoot your hot cum in my face?" Bob turned to her in wonder as the video ended. "You like that? You want me to cum in your face?" She wondered if she'd gone too far, too fast. He grinned at her like a man possessed. "I'd fucking love it!" "You wanna see another one?" They watched a short blowjob video, and she commented on the man's cock. It ended with the woman taking the entire load into her open mouth, then swallowing it. Then another one where the woman let the guy shoot in her mouth as she sucked, and let the cum drip out. Bob groaned at that one. "Oh, you want to cum in my mouth?" She leaned to him, pointed at woman on the screen. She lowered her voice to a hoarse whisper. "Or do you want HER to suck your dick, and cum in HER mouth?" She squeezed his bulge. "She can suck you, and I'll suck him, he has a nice cock," she added. "M-mm, yeah, you want to suck his dick?" Bob asked her. "You want him to cum on your face?" "Oh, yeah, baby, I want you to watch me suck his dick, and take his cum on my face and in my mouth while she blows you and swallows your hot cum!" In the past, they had occasionally discussed people they'd seen, and teased each other about whether those people were hot, whether they would do them. But it was mostly innocent, playful teasing. This talk today was more than just a step ahead of that talk; it was miles ahead, uncharted territory. She had to be careful not to push too far on the first try, and scare Bob. No, she thought, we don't want him thinking that the naked woman grabbing his bulge is a different woman from the one he kissed goodbye this morning. Because she is, and he can't know it yet. The video ended. She considered something even more spicy, but started another oral video while she considered. This one began with a woman spreading her legs, and a guy licking her wet gash and clit. "What do you think, Bob?" she asked. "Is hers nicer than mine? Would you like to get your tongue busy inside there? Would you do to me what he's doing to her?" Bob squirmed in his seat, and Marci tweaked his nipple, making him groan. On screen the man moved to the side, and a woman took his place, licking the wet open cunt on the screen. The camera pulled back to show the man kneeling next to the woman getting licked, feeding his cock into her mouth. Tax Debt Solution Ch. 03 "Oh, that's fucking hot," he muttered. "You like that, huh," she cooed, "you like the girl-girl action?" She reached for his pants, and he helped her open them and pull them down his legs, along with his briefs. His hard cock sprang up from his lap like a steel sculpture, veined and pulsing. "Oh, yeah, you like it a lot. Would you like to be that guy, with two hot women at once?" "Fuck, yeah, of course I would," he admitted. "What could be hotter than that?" She grabbed his cock and started stoking it. "Which woman would I be, baby?" She squeezed a drop of pre-cum from the tip. "Should I be the one sucking you while another woman licks my shaved pussy?" She leaned into his shoulder, stroking him lightly, smearing the pre-cum on the head of his cock. "Or should I be on my knees, between her legs, licking her pussy while she sucks your cock?" He groaned at the thought. "You'd like to see that, dirty boy? You'd like to see me lick her pussy, suck on her clit? You want to see my tongue," she moved to his ear, whispered, "in her cunt?" "Oh, fuck, you dirty bitch, it's so hot when you talk like that!" The video ended, the guy shooting his load on the girls face, and the one licking her pussy came up and licked it off and they kissed. "O-oo, look at that nasty shit, kissing each other with all that nasty cum," she teased. He turned to her as she started another video. "I had no idea something like that would turn you on, Marci," he confessed. "I figured you'd be, well, creeped out by it." "You never know," she said, sitting back, and taking his cock back in her hand. "Before today I hadn't really considered it." Wasn't that the truth, she thought. "But it's hot, right? Maybe I like it. Maybe I could do it," she teased. Yeah. Maybe I already did! Here goes nothing, she thought as she started the next video. A naked woman sat on the edge of a couch. A shirtless man walked up and she unzipped him, pulled down his pants, and pulled out a huge slab of hard meat. "Whoa, look at that beautiful cock!" she said, pointing. She turned to him. "You want to be the guy with two girls?" She grinned. "I want to be her!" It was big, but it wasn't Josh's gift. On the screen the woman licked the large tool, base to tip, then opened and pushed her mouth down on it. Marci turned her chair sideways, facing Bob. "Here's what I would do with that big dick," she said, and leaned down and took his cock into her mouth. Memories of Josh's meat stretching her mouth ran through her head as she sucked her husband's hard cock, drooling on it, bouncing her head up and down on the shaft like the slut in the video. Bob shouted, and groaned, and grabbed her hair, and bounced his hips up and down, forcing his cock against the back of her mouth. She groaned at the impact, remembering Josh's cunt killer forcing itself into her mouth, making her jaw ache and her pussy gush. She dreamed of it longingly as she worked her wet mouth sloppily on his cock, coaxing his climax. She popped her mouth off noisily, and stroked his slick shaft with her hand as she glanced at the screen to see the woman sit back and spread her legs. "He's gonna fuck her with that monster," she croaked huskily, "Watch her pussy take that big dick, watch what he does to her pretty little pussy." She dove back onto his shaft, sucking harder as she glanced sideways, watching the big cock stretch the cunt on the screen, her own pussy aching for Josh to do that to her. Soon, she thought, please let this work. She bobbed her head, stroking him with her tongue as she slid up on down on his rock hard cock, tasting drops of pre-cum, sensing his building explosion. She increased her efforts, taking him to the brink, cupping his balls to feel when they tightened up. As he hit the edge she pulled up, said, "I want a big cock in my cunt, like that, fucking me, tearing me up." And before he could react, she dove back down, sucking, licking, and felt him jerk as his balls spasmed and he bellowed, and then jet after jet shot into her mouth, streams of hot slimy semen shooting into her, and she held sill, teasing him with her tongue as his balls emptied into her mouth. She breathed through her nose as the hot slime filled her mouth, tasting the sweet bitterness, and feeling so sexy, so nasty, hearing him grunt as he flooded her mouth. The shaking stopped, and his legs and hips relaxed and settled back into his chair. She sucked her mouth off his cock, leaving the shaft swollen and red and coated with slime. She raised her head, lips closed. She looked at him, so he would know her mouth was full of his hot cum, and then swallowed it down. She had to swallow twice to get it all. She smiled. And then she leaned to him and kissed him, sharing the remnants of his passion, letting him taste what she had done to him. He groaned into her mouth as their tongues swirled in the residue, her cum breath hot in his mouth. She broke the kiss, pinched his nipple, and stood, motioning for him to follow her. He turned his chair and watched her walk to the loveseat, sit, and spread her legs, lifting her feet to the edge of the cushions. "What are you waiting for," she asked softly, "it's your turn. Get your tongue over here." Bob leapt from his chair and approached. She watched his dick, soft now, swaying as he came closer, then dropped to his knees in front of her. "Lick my pretty shaved pussy, baby. See how it feels on your mouth." He put his hands on her thighs, and lowered his head. She felt his breath, and jerked slightly as he made first contact. With no hair in the way, she could feel every sensitive movement of his lips and tongue as he explored her smooth lips and the gaps between her legs and pussy. She felt his tongue flatten below her slit, and slowly trace it's way up, over the wetness seeping from her hole, up her labia, and she squirmed as he reached her clit, coating the hard nub with saliva. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's so good. Does it feel different? Fuck, I'm so wet for your mouth, can you taste it? Does my pussy taste good?" She heard him moan, and then felt his tongue slip inside her hot opening, felt the juices run out onto his tongue, trickling down her crack to her ass. She inhaled sharply as he pushed in, swirling his tongue inside her, licking her juices out, then clamping his mouth over her hole and sucking her. He pulled away, moved up, and sucked her clit, and lightning ran through her, hinting at the orgasm to come. She looked down at him, watched his tongue flicking at her clit as the sensations flooded her, making her pussy twitch and gush juices onto his chin. She felt her orgasm building as he stroked, and she grabbed the back of his head, pulled it into her, and pulsed her hips forward, fucking his face, grunting. "Uh, Oh, yeah, that's it, fuck, you're gonna make me cum, that's it, oh, OH, FUCK!" she screamed as he orgasm took her, and she squeezed his head between her legs, holding him there, humping into his face as her body shook in a spasm of ecstasy. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and he licked her through it, extending the climax. She was screaming unintelligibly, until she became too sensitive and had to pull his face away. Slowly the wave receded and she opened her eyes, and looked down at him again. He was grinning wildly, his face soaked in her juices, and leaned to him, kissed him, tasting herself, remembering the taste of Lisa's cunt. Was it really only his morning? She was moaning into his mouth, and he moaned back, and she smelled her own scent on him, tasted the slight tang of her own cum. "Let me suck your cock," she whispered, "I want to make you hard again, so you can give my shaved pussy a good fucking." She sat back, and he climbed up, kneeling next to her, and she took his soft cock into her mouth, all of it, and reached for his balls, stroking them, her fingers playing with the sensitive area behind them, and she felt him begin to grow. She pulled her mouth off, held him at the base, and licked the head as she spoke. "Can you imagine that other woman here now, licking my pussy while I suck your cock?" She took him back in, pumped her head on him, pulled off. "Or would you rather see me down there, licking her juicy slit, while she sucks your dick?" He was almost fully hard, and he groaned as she took him back in her mouth, swirling her mouth and tongue around his shaft. She worked him until he was completely hard, then sucked a little more, knowing there was no danger of him coming too soon. Sure, when they had met and were still hot and new, they'd gone twice in one night, but since being married they were one and done, and plain and settled. Tonight he was hard again, he would fuck her after she had swallowed his first load. Amazing what could happen from some dirty talk, internet porn, hinted fantasies and a shaved pussy. And she had Josh and Lisa to thank. M-mm, Josh's lovely cock. Soon. But Josh wasn't here now and the only hard cock within striking distance of her wet, needy love hole was the one she was married to. The one she had to convince to fuck Lisa on Saturday. She swirled her tongue around the spongy smooth head, feeling the heat, the size, again beginning to taste his pre-cum, savoring it, remembering his hot load filling her mouth. She looked up at him. "I think you're ready," she told him. "And I know I'm ready." She released his cock and turned and lay across the loveseat, flipping one leg around him to rest on the back of the chair, splaying herself. "I am so ready," she said in a hot whisper, "my pussy is so wet for you." Her hands went between her legs, sliding over the smooth shaved lips, spreading her wetness, coating her fingers. She pulled herself open as he watched, spreading the lips wide, showing her hard clit, her waiting hole. "Look how wet it is," she said, and slipped a finger swiftly inside, then quickly added another. "Oh, it's so hot in there, so steamy." She pulled out, her fingers slick, and added a third, and pushed them in. "Fuck, my pussy feels so fucking wet and ready for your cock!" She pumped herself, her other hand found her clit with her finger and she rubbed lightly, urging herself higher. Bob was watching, his eyes transfixed on her fingers pumping slowly in and out of her stretched hole. He was stroking his cock in time with her hand. She'd never seen him jerk himself before, and she found it very exciting. "Yeah, rub your cock for me baby, get it nice and hard for my pussy. You like that? You like watching me fuck myself?" His eyes met hers, smoldering with lust. She pulled her fingers out, raised them to her face. She smelled her scent on them, felt the heat as she opened her mouth and sucked the three fingers inside, tasting her sweet tangy excitement. Bob groaned as she stared into his eyes. "M-mm, no wonder you like to lick my pussy, I taste so hot," she said. "Fuck me now, put your dick in me. Fill my pussy with your cock, baby." Her hands went back between her legs and spread herself as Bob moved into position above her. "I want you to fuck me, and then put your dick in my mouth so I can taste myself on you." "You nasty little girl," he said, and lined his cock up at her opening, resting it there, "take my cock, you horny slut." He pushed inside with one stroke, forcing her hands out of the way, and she felt his balls slap against her ass. "Uh-hh-hhh," she exhaled, getting filled, feeling him impale her completely, feeling his hardness sliding into her, hot and firm. "Oh, that's so fucking good. Fuck me, you cock," she said as he began stroking in and out. "Fuck my shaved pussy. Does it feel different? I can feel you pressing into me, it's so good, so sensitive." "Christ, that's so hot," he managed, taking full strokes in and out, occasionally stopping to press himself fully inside her, wriggling his hips against her. She could feel his cock bumping her cervix when he did that, felt his pubic bone pressing her exposed clit, and groaned her delight. How would Josh's cock feel? Would he stretch my cunt painfully, push into it deeper, hurting me so good? Would he push into my cervix, open it up and hurt me? She looked at Bob, feeling a little guilty about thinking of another man's cock while she fucked him, but forcing her feelings aside. Bob's face was twisted in concentration on fucking her. So sexy, it was such a turn-on to watch him when he fucked her. Would he look like that fucking Lisa? "Your pussy feels so good, so smooth," he managed, "it feels like I'm going in further." He grinned, pressed against her. "It's so different." He raised his body up, pulled her legs apart, looking down at her. "It looks so different, so hot, seeing my cock going in you," he said. "Like it's not me?" "You should see it, so fucking hot," he spoke as though she wasn't there. "Imagine it's someone else, some hot slut you're fucking, some horny bitch who wants your cock," she teased. "Her nasty pussy is shaved for you, the slut. She wants your cock. You look so sexy giving it to her." "Yeah, her pussy is hot and hungry for my cock." "Give it to her, baby, Give it to her hard, fuck her like an animal, fuck her slutty cunt!" His eyes opened wide at her use of the c-word, and he began pounding her hard, and she screamed at the sudden action. "Yeah! Give it to her hard!" She watched his face and shoulders, watched his body flex and lunge, saw his eyes riveted to her pussy where their bodies met, knowing he was seeing her hole stretched open, taking his rod. "Her cunt wants your cock, baby, give her what she needs!" He pounded her, and she felt her orgasm approaching, and pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. "She's gonna cum, her slut pussy is cumming on your dick!" She squeaked, and then screamed as her pussy clamped down on his cock, feeling her juices spill out as her body shook with her climax. He fucked her slowly through it. Allowing it to recede, as she caught her breath. "Yeah, baby, you made that slut cum good," she said. She reached for his head, pulled him down to her. "Now she wants to taste herself on your cock," she whispered hoarsely. She released his head, grinning seductively, and he pulled out, and in an instant his cock was at her face, but instead of moving in, he moved up, and his balls were at her mouth. She felt the wetness, smelled herself, and her tongue darted out, lapping her cum from his hairy ball sack. "Lick my balls, slut," he told her, "suck your cum off!" She twinged at his order, attacking his balls, licking behind them, sucking her juices off his full globes. He moved then, shifting down, and his cock filled her suddenly, pushing into the back of her mouth. She tasted her juices, and her cum, mixed with the sweet scent of his male musk, and she sucked hungrily, savoring the flavor of her passion and his, groaning her delight. He pulled out as quickly as he entered, and in a flash was back into her pussy, stroking long full strokes, slowly. She watched him as he watched her pussy taking his cock, a look of rapture and determination on his face. So hot. "She loves your cock," she said, "she wants to cum on you again, while you fuck her cunt," she intoned, "she wants you to fill her cunt with your cum." He picked up the pace then, grunting, and she felt her orgasm building again, closer, stronger than before. "How does her cunt look, baby? Does it look sexy and hot taking your cock?" "Fuck yeah, baby, her cunt wants my cum filling her. It looks so fucking hot." "I want to see it, baby, I want to watch you fuck that slut," she said, moving her hips with her words, keeping up the narrative that would bring them to their finish. "I want to watch you fuck her, watch your face as you take her, I want to see your cock going in her cunt, pounding it." She felt her pussy clench as her orgasm approached, felt the tightness in his chest as he matched her. "I want my face right by her pussy, watching your cock fuck her, and maybe I'll lick her clit as you cum inside her!" Bob jerked and his shoulders hunched and she felt the first blasts of his cum inside her as her climax took her, shaking her uncontrollably, screaming. Her pussy filled to overflowing, as Bob continued his short, forceful thrusts into her, emptying his balls of the hot slimy juices of his cum. He groaned with her as their orgasms peaked, and subsided, and he collapsed on her. She felt his weight on her, feeling the tension recede from his muscles as he came down, still mostly hard inside her filled, messy cunt. He lifted up, pulled out, and tried to fit next to her, but there wasn't room. He slipped off the loveseat and knelt next to her, kissing her gently, and she relished the afterglow of their passion. "Tomorrow," she whispered, "I'll get some more videos," and kissed his ear. ""Don't be late getting home." He kissed her on the lips, their tongues touching lightly. "And," she added playfully, "I'm going to shave you." He groaned, and rested his head on her shoulder. She felt his cum dripping from her pussy, down the crack to her ass. Nice. Phase one complete, she thought. Phase two tomorrow. I will have Josh's cock. Tax Debt Solution Ch. 04 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fantasy story of a married couple preparing to have sex other people. It includes discussion of extramarital and unprotected sex, and a woman's desire for a giant cock that is not her husband's. If these topics offend you, please feel free to pass on to another story on this fine website. * The next morning Marci woke up late to find Bob already gone for work. She lay in bed thinking of the unbelievable circumstances that had swept her life into a one-hundred-eighty degree change. If it weren't for the soreness in her jaw and the smooth feeling of her hairless crotch, she could convince herself it hadn't happened. There was also that slightly new soreness under her tongue that she soon recognized was from licking Lisa's pussy. She went through her morning routine, trying not to think about it, but her newly unbridled lust for Josh's cock kept returning. She passed on going to the gym, knowing that she had to enact phase two if she was going to get a piece of Josh's magnificent tool on Saturday. To get it, she had to get Bob to fuck Lisa. She avoided playing with herself all morning, except in the shower, where she had to wash her shaved pussy. She lingered there a little longer, feeling the smooth sensual impression of her vaginal area. She explored her rear hole, too, feeling the absence of hair, and even touched her tight rear hole, pushing a fingertip inside. She's seen women in the videos getting fucked anally, and wondered how anything that big could fit inside such a small hole. She dressed, ate breakfast, and took her coffee to the computer in the den, and after checking her mail went right to the website with the video. She cruised the topics, searched for particulars, and bookmarked the ones she wanted. When she was finished she looked through the folder Lisa had left, got the address of a local adult toy boutique, and went shopping. Even though it was thirty minutes from home, she sat in the parking lot, screwing up the courage to go inside. What if someone sees me, what if it's filled with dirty old men, what if I'm shocked by what's inside? After more than a few desperate minutes in her car, she turned it off and made her way inside. She barely noted that her car was the only one in the lot. When she entered, she noted a young woman behind the counter, pierced and tattooed, but a woman. She felt a little relief as the woman greeted her, and asked if she needed help finding anything. With a rush of confession, she blurted that she'd never been to a store like this, and the girl started talking to her, eased her nerves until she was more comfortable, and helped her make some selections. Home now, she dumped the bags out on the bed and reviewed her purchases. My God, she thought. If someone would have told me just this past Sunday that on Thursday afternoon I'd be looking at this, I'd have said they were crazy. But here I am, and I think it's me that's crazy. Yeah. Cock crazy. You horny devil. She felt the twinge between her legs, and her nipples hardened slightly. On the bed were two vibrators and a realistic dildo. The vibes were different sizes, one was one of those complex clit-stimulating contraptions, the other was a slender ribbed affair, designed to stimulate the anus. The Anus, she thought in disbelief. And the dildo was slightly larger than Bob, designed to compensate with size and girth what you give up in heat and skin. There were some crotchless panties, and a bra with cutouts for her nipples. There was lube. There were nipple clamps. Nipple Clamps! All these things had been required by Lisa, and she had to use them in the next two days. The last thing on the bed was a costume. Lisa hadn't required it, but had suggested something to help "move Bob along", and she'd thought about it, and went with the idea. Tonight, when she sat him down at the desk to watch the videos, she would be dressed in her Naughty Maid Outfit. She planned to dress in the costume, get used to wearing it, moving around in it, being a seductress in it. But first she had to do something. She removed all the items from their packaging, brought the vibes and dildo to the bathroom sink and washed them. She got batteries for the two vibrators and installed them. She brought them all to the bedroom and put everything in the nightstand drawer. She went to the bathroom, got a towel and put it on the floor, in front of the full length mirror, and stripped. She went back to the drawer and removed the slender, pink vibrator and the lube, and returned to the towel, and sat. She tried to angle her hips to see, couldn't; she got up and took pillows from the bed to support her. She tried again, still couldn't. Frustrated, she threw the pillows back to the bed, and lay on her side, pulled up her legs and looked into the mirror. She could see her anus. She'd seen women in the videos taking all sorts of cocks and plugs and dildos in their ass. Sure, the actresses looked like they enjoyed it, but even the amateurs in the homemade videos enjoyed it. She had never considered it, never mind done it. She reached behind herself, and watched her fingers touch her tight hole, watched it clench and loosen, watched it bulge out, and pull back. It was hairless, clean, and she had to admit, as sexy as the ones she'd seen in the videos. It was, well, pretty. She touched it, felt the sensations as her fingertips caressed the sensitive skin at the opening. She pressed a little, felt the urge to press harder, to pass inside. She reached for the lube and coated her finger, then rubbed the lube on her tight little starfish. It felt different now, slick and sexy. She pressed, and her finger slid inside, just the tip at first, and she watched it disappear, saw her tight hole open and accept the tip. She stretched her arm, and pushed it the rest of the way in. Oh, sweet mother that was nice, she thought. She could see her finger inside her asshole. Fuck, it felt good, slipping inside, felt it moving in her. It was strange, feeling her ass resist and accept as she felt the same sensation on her finger. She clenched, released, pushed in and pulled out. She watched the hole close, then pushed back in, feeling the muscle ring resist, then give, then accept and want more. She pulled out, added more lube. She pumped her finger in and out slowly, finger fucking her own ass. It was hot, and different, and nasty, and she liked it. She took her finger out and lubed the vibrator, and brought the tip to her ass. She took a second to relish the thought that she was going to insert a sex toy into her ass, and grinned. She slipped the slender tip inside, and watched as it went in, feeling the fullness as it passed her inner muscle, watched her outer ring open and accept the wider shaft as it entered. An inch, a second, third, until a full five inches were inside her ass. She clenched, felt it in her, and was enthralled by the new sensation. She saw the wide base outside her ass, the wire connected to it, and reached for the control with her free hand. Holy shit, she thought as she turned it on. She felt her entire body react as the stimulation ran through her ass, into her pussy, her stomach, her chest. She felt her nipples tighten and harden. It was a completely different feeling than anything she'd ever felt, and she stroked the slender toy in and out as it vibrated, feeling the various sensations at different lengths, feeling it move in and out as she stroked the toy in her anal passage. It felt hot, it looked hot. She turned it a little higher, and gasped as the vibrations shot through her ass, and she inhaled sharply, felt her ass clench involuntarily, increasing the sensation. She pushed it all the way in, feeling the vibrations spread to her pussy, and groaned. Releasing the controls, she moved her free hand between her legs, and as soon as she touched her clit, exploded in a giant orgasm. It took her a few minutes to recover, and then she used both hands, one moving the toy in and out of her ass, the other pushing two fingers into her cunt, fucking herself in both holes at once. The heel of her hand pressed against her clit, and she quickly came again, stronger, screaming her passion into the empty room, her pussy and ass clenching on her, as a third one followed immediately. Her legs shook and her body collapsed, and her fingers pulled out and she removed the toy. She lay panting on her side, eyes closed, heaving deep breaths, and then rolled onto her back as she came down from her climax. Holy fuck, she thought. What have I been missing? She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked her juices off, tasting herself, feeling nothing unusual about the action. She formed the thought, consciously, and said it out loud. "I like the way my pussy tastes," she said, "and I enjoy having my ass stimulated." She sat up, looked at herself in the mirror, her legs apart, her pussy open and wet. Could I take a cock in my ass? Could I get fucked in my ass? She knew she liked the feeling of her pussy filled with cum. Would it feel good to have her ass filled, too? Her curiosity satisfied for now, she washed the toy, returned it to the drawer, and started dressing in her costume. When Bob came home she greeted him at the door, dressed in her maid outfit, in heels no one would ever clean a house in, and her hair put up. "Good evening, Mr. Cole," she said in a pretend, slightly accented voice, "Mrs. Cole had to step out, but she has left me instructions for taking care of you tonight." She took him by the arm and escorted him inside. He watched her ogling her cleavage, her small breasts held up and out by the shelf bra that made her bare nibbles rub against her shirt. "Your bath is prepared, sir," she said as they walked to the master bedroom, "Please undress and I'll be in to attend you." As she released his arm at the bathroom door, she watched him take in the ultra short skirt. Smiling, she said, "I'll be back in a minute. Please undress and get into the tub before the water cools." She twirled as she left, allowing her skirt to flare out, showing her bare buttocks. She went downstairs, retrieved the filled wine glasses, and returned. Bob was settled in. He had the same look on his face as when he'd entered, and still hadn't spoken. She gave him the wine, and he sipped, staring at her. "I hope you like it," she said, "Mrs. Cole said you would." "Yes, it's very nice," he finally spoke, "Thank you, Miss..." "You can call me Missy." "All right, Missy," he said, "Thank you for the wine, and for running my bath." He looked at her; she was glad he was playing along. "What else did my wife ask you to do for me?" he asked, smiling wickedly. "Oh-h, one step at a time, Sir," she replied. "First things first." She went to the cabinet, took out the shaving gear and depilatory cream. "She said she had promised this, and didn't want to disappoint you." She began preparing the process as he finished washing and rinsed off. She drained the water and directed him to his knees. "I see, Mrs. Cole was correct, you have a fine ass, a good man ass," she giggled, "but it is, as she said, a little hairy." She applied the depilatory cream with her hand, coating his cheeks, and working it into the crack, applying it delicately around his crinkled hole. It moved and flexed every time she got close, winking at her. She wondered if he would enjoy some stimulation there, and tucked that into her brain for another time. She coated down below his cheeks, the backs of this thighs, and down close to his balls. While she was there, she thought, what the hell, and did his back and shoulders as he waited, patiently. She talked to him as she worked. "Mrs. Cole said I should use my judgment on your back, sir," she chirped in her fake accent. "I think she may enjoy the result. You have good muscles, nicely developed, I guess you must work out." "I exercise pretty regularly," he answered. "I'm no body builder." "Yes, it's true. But good form, not overdone. A nice back to go with your nice butt," she giggled. "A shame to hide it under the sweater." "Sweater?!" "I am teasing, sir, you are not like some men, like a gorilla, no," she reassured him, "but nicer to feel just skin, for the lady, yes?" She rinsed her hands under the faucet. "When the lady has her arms around you, on your back, when you are, you know, giving her the good time, yes?" He chuckled, and she smiled to herself. She was enjoying the Missy character, and he seemed to be liking it too. She'd keep this in the repertoire for the future. "Yes," he laughed lightly, "Mrs. Cole likes when I give her 'the good time'" "Of course she does, a big strong man like you," she teased, checking the time. "What woman would not like the good time from you, yes?" She began rinsing, rubbing lightly so as not to irritate the skin. "She gives me a pretty good time, too," he told her. "Yes, she told me, sir," she finished rinsing, admiring the smooth hairless shoulders, running her hands down his back. "She was very sorry that she could not be here to give it to you tonight, the good time," her hands ran over his smooth, hairless butt cheeks, admiring the feel of her work, and ran a fingers down his crack, to his ass hole, and below." She told me that you may require me to, how she said, 'cover for her', if you like." "Oh she did, did she? That little minx." "Oh, yes sir. Please get up now, sit here for me, please." She directed him to sit on the edge of the tub, his feet on the outside. She took up the scissors and began trimming his pubic hair. "Yes, she told me that when I am done, you may need to have the good time with me -- spread your legs a little bit more, sir, like that, good -- and that it was okay for me to give you what you want, whatever you want." She trimmed as closely as possible, careful not to nick the skin. She moved his cock and balls with one hand, trimmed with the other. She felt his cock start to fill up and enlarge. "She tells me it is okay with her if you give the good time to me, that she likes that, but was sorry she could not watch you give it to me." "Oh, she did, did she?" "Oh yes, sir," she exaggerated, spreading the shave cream liberally on his cock and balls, feeling him grow more. "Oh, you like the cream, the way it feels when I put it on, yes?" She giggled. "It feels good to me, too, sir." She took up the razor, and started from the underside of his ball sack. "Please sit still, now, sir, while Missy takes care, not to hurt you, yes? It would be a terrible thing to injure this," she cupped his ball sack, "or this." She grasped his cock at the base. He was almost fully hard. She worked silently for the next minutes, diligently removing the hair from his crotch, exposing his smooth crinkled ball sack, shaving the growth from the base of his shaft, and from around the base. She caressed each area with her hand as she finished, checking for stubble and roughness. When she was done, she wiped him with a warm towel, then stood him in the tub to rinse with water. Afterwards she rubbed the area with witch hazel, and the vitamin e oil, to prevent irritation. "Oh, very nice, sir, I am sure Mrs. Cole will be happy with the result," she cooed, stroking the smooth exposed skin. Fuck, she thought, it felt incredible, and looked so sexy, so desirable. She stood, and handed him a robe. "I hope you like it, please come with me, now, sir, Mrs. Cole gave me instructions for your entertainment." She led him downstairs to the den, swishing her ass provocatively in front of him. She knew he was watching, he made appreciative sounds as she swayed. Before seating him in the leather desk chair, she stood and faced the monitor, legs slightly apart in her heels. She bent as the waist and made a show of setting up the browser, finding the bookmarks she had saved. She felt the skirt ride up in the back, fully exposing her bare ass and pussy to his view. She needed a commitment tonight, she couldn't go another day risking that he would not join her on Saturday, willingly. Based on last night's results with the videos, the dirty talk and suggestive comments, she hoped that tonight would seal the deal. The subjects of the videos would steer the dialogue to fucking other people, and the role playing could set the situation for confirmation. She had to get him to fuck Lisa, so that she could fuck Josh. She set the first video, and stood and turned, looked at him staring at her ass. "Oh, Mr. Cole, did I show too much? Mrs. Cole told me to wear this just so, but I am afraid it is a little short." He smiled, and she feared he might slip out of character as he approached the seat. "Not at all, Missy, it looks great on you, and you look terrific in it. My wife has a great fashion sense." "Oh, thank you, sir," she replied, please sit and relax. Mrs. Cole has prepared some things, for which she has instructed me to ask your opinion." She pretended to be embarrassed and coy. "I am afraid that that some of the things I might say may be too, I think, familiar. I am sorry if I seem a little shy to say them. What you might think of me." "Missy," he told her, "don't you worry, you just do what Mrs. Cole told you, and say it the way she instructed you, and I'll tell her what a fantastic job you did." He patted her hand. "You've already had your hands on my dick, and my ass and my balls, and showed me your pretty butt." He grinned. "No need to be too reserved now." She wiggled, and pulled up the second chair alongside his. "Thank you, sir." She clicked the link, and started the first video. A guy was fucking a blonde, while a brunette watched. She glanced to see the tent begin to rise in his lap. "Your wife wants to know, do you like to watch the girl getting fucked? You like to see the cock going into her pussy? Yes?" "Yes, I do Missy." "It is nice, yes? She says you see the other lady, watching? She says would you like to have a lady watching you, when you fuck that lady?" "Sure. That would be hot." The tent had risen fully, and his cock had pushed his robe open, and was sitting straight up in his lap. Nice. On the screen the man pulled out of the blonde, and pushed the brunette onto her back, and plowed straight into her. "Do you like then to fuck the other lady too, like that man?" "Of course I would." "Mrs. Cole wants to know which one do you want her to be, the first or the second?" The blonde was watching now, waiting for her turn, and pinching the brunette's nipples. "She says she wishes to see you fucking the lady, she does not care if she is first or second." She lowered her voice. "She wants to watch you fuck the lady good." On screen the man switched back, but not before stuffing his wet cock into the blonde's mouth straight from the brunette's pussy. "She says she likes to watch you fuck, and wants to see your shaved cock inside the lady's pussy. And she said." She reached for his cock, "I should give you a squeeze when I tell you." She applied a little pressure to his shaft, and was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum at the tip. She bent over, and licked it off. On screen the man had switched back to the brunette. The blonde had her face resting on the woman's stomach, darting her tongue at her clit and the cock fucking her cunt. The man groaned, but didn't pull out for a money shot in the blonde's face, instead he groaned and grunted as he came inside her. "Here," she pointed, "Mrs. Cole said she wanted to be the blonde lady," as the cock slipped out, followed by a river of cum flowing from the gaping pussy, and the blonde pushed closer, licking the cum as it oozed out. "She said she wants to see you give it to the lady, so she can take it from her." "Missy, I think my wife can be a nasty, horny slut." He turned to her. "Can you imagine that? My wife wants to lick my cum from another woman's cunt after watching me fuck her." He grinned. "That's so hot." He paused. "I don't know if she would ever really do it, but hearing her say it really makes my dick hard." Tax Debt Solution Ch. 04 "Yes, I see," she said, reaching for him again, getting a drop, and licking it off. She savored the flavor of him on her tongue. "She sounded very sexy telling me, too. I think she might do it, for you." I think she already licked cum from cunt, she thought, but it wasn't your load. "When she talked to me, like that, she made me a little excited. Like now, you see?" She put her other hand between her legs, ran two fingers into her slit, and brought them to Bob's lips. "I am getting excited again." Bob sucked the juice off her fingertips. When he was done, she started the next video. Two couples were fucking, the girls kissing each other as they got plowed, one on her back, the other doggy. "She liked this one, she said she hoped you like it too," she narrated. "She said that these two," she pointed to the one couple, "was you and her, and these are your friends." She hoped again that she wasn't going to fast, but she knew she couldn't afford to stretch this out over days and weeks. "You see the man is you, his butt looks like yours, yes? He has no hair on him like you, on his butt and his balls." The camera was between their legs, showing his hairless cock sliding I and out of her wet, shaved cunt. "She liked that view. Do you like it, seeing her pussy taking his nice cock?" Bob was stirring in her hand, and she stroked him lightly. She stopped, and pulled his robe open. His cock was beautiful and sexy, shaved and smooth and exposed. It looked so inviting. The camera pulled back, showing both couples again, and then men both pulled out and quickly switched partners. She lowered her voice, adding a more seductive tone. "She liked this, she wants to know if you like seeing her fuck this man while you are fucking his lady." She felt her pussy gush as she spoke, and she squeezed his cock for a drop, and licked it off. She kept her head in his lap as she continued, feeling the heat from his cock head on her lips. "She said she wants you to watch the other man's cock go in her pussy, her, her cunt, she said." She licked him. "She said having you watch her fuck him was hot, was sexy," she took the head into her mouth, briefly. "She wants to know if you like to see her fucked by his cock." Bob groaned as she slipped her mouth onto his shaft, taking half his cock into her mouth. "Oh, that's fucking hot, my slutty wife getting fucked right in front of me." She felt a hand on her head, and his hips raised up. "She wants me to watch her take that cock, fuck that cock in her cunt. That filthy slut." The hand on her head grabbed her hair, pulled her off his cock to stare into her face. His voice was serious and stern. "I'm a lucky, lucky man to have a beautiful sexy wife who loves me, Missy," he said, "and the things she says turn me on so much I can't stand it. But we've never acted like this before, she and I, and while it's fun, it's just talk. I know she would never fuck someone else, and would not want me to do it either." Oh, no, she thought, it's falling apart. No, no, no, he has to go along, has to! He let her hair go and she went back to his cock, sucking and groaning on it, forgetting about the video for a minute. What could she do? She sucked his cock and tried to think. The video had ended, and the screen was blank. The next video was a Big Dick clip, but she had assumed that he'd still be going along with the idea of them fucking other people, and that her getting fucked by a giant cock would seem only to be the next step. But she had grossly miscalculated, mistaking his excitement and playing along for genuine interest. He had played along, as though it were a game. This is no game. I must have Josh's cock. I must! Unable to think, she resolved to go forward with her plan, she couldn't break the 'character' now, or else Bob would abandon the game and just fuck her and go to bed. She needed to maintain the narrative, keep him pointed in the right direction. She opted for a second 'swapping' video first, trying to get the dialogue back on track, get Bob's head back into it, see if she could pull him through. As he watched, she sucked his cock again, bringing him close to orgasm, feeling his climax build, but not allowing it to get close. She wanted him on the edge. He was enjoying the blowjob, and he seemed aroused by the videos, she thought as she worked his stiff shaft, but would that move him past his stated resistance to turning fantasy of fucking someone else into reality? Panicking a little, she stopped sucking, and switched videos, trying some short amateur clips of men watching their wives getting fucked by other men. She had to regain the initiative here. If she could get him to enjoy these, to like these, she could lead into the Big Dick clips. She hoped. She had no other choice. As the video began, she stood, turned her back to him and lowered herself to his lap, rubbing her ass up and down on his cock, still wet from her mouth, smearing he juices on it. "Watch this one, I really -" She caught herself speaking in her own voice, switched. "Mrs. Cole liked this one a lot," she chirped in Missy's voice, "she says the woman likes to have her man watch her with another man, and her man likes to watch her, and she loves that he enjoys her." She reached back, lifted the skirt, and positioned herself at the tip of his cock, allowing just the head inside. "You like that, sir? You like to watch Mrs. Cole having sex? Is she pretty and sexy when she cums?" She lowered herself, taking half the shaft, bouncing on it, her lips sliding up and down. "She liked this part best," she said, as the man onscreen came in the woman, and her husband kissed her, telling her how hot she was. "You like that, yes? See your wife with another man, looking hot and sexy, and filed with his cum." She slid all the way down, taking his whole cock as he groaned. He wasn't answering. The video ended, and she started another, this time the husband watched as his wife had sex with another couple, the man fucking her, the woman sitting on her face. "M-mm, that's hot," he said, and she turned to him, and straddled his lap, facing him this time. She slid his cock back into her pussy, wriggled on it. "Tell me how you like that," she said, her back to the video. "Tell me what you see, how you see that woman, She is your wife, with those people, yes?" She began slowly fucking him, lifting up and down, and her hands played with his nipples. "Tell Missy." "Oh, my wife is such a horny, hot slut," he began. "She is licking that woman's cunt, I can see her tongue going inside, tasting her juices." He was breathing hard, and she slowed, not wanting him to cum yet. "I like watching her with another woman, so sexy and out of control. She loves that cock in her pussy, too, see how she fucks him back, pushing her hips up for his cock." He grunted, tried to fuck up into her, but she stopped him, lifting up. "What a nasty slut, look at her, taking a stranger's cock while her husband watches, she likes him watching her, likes him seeing her fucking and sucking pussy." The woman on her face lifted a little, and came, squirting violently into the prone woman's mouth. "Oh, fuck, she came in her mouth, she's squirting into her mouth, that slut, she's drinking it!" The man groaned then, and came, and filled her pussy with his cum, and the camera closed in as he pulled out to show her gaping hole as the cum oozed out. The other woman reached for it, scooped some with her hand and brought it to 'his wife's' mouth. "What a nasty slut cunt my wife is, eating that cum from her pussy, fuck, she's so sexy!" Marci was excited now, Bob was back in the game, and she felt she had him, really felt she could get him to agree to fuck Lisa, so she could fuck Josh. She couldn't hold him off much longer, and went for the gold ring. She climbed off his lap, and selected the first of the video with giant cocks. Two couples were fucking, watching each other. The older couple watched the younger ones intently. The camera zoomed into the younger ones, showing the young man's impressive sized tool stretching and pummeling his partner's pussy. She stood to the side, lifted her skirt, and pushed two fingers inside herself. "Mrs. Cole liked this, see what she does." Bob glanced at her fingers, then back to the video as the older woman spoke. She was telling her man that she wanted to fuck the young man, to feel his big cock inside her. "Your wife, she likes the big dick, I think," she said, and added a third finger, stretching herself, imagining Josh's cock stretching her walls, hurting her. The older woman pushed her husband away, and crawled to the younger couple, shoving her head between their hips, licking both the woman and the man. The man pulled out, showing his oversize cock, and the older woman sucked it into her mouth. "She wants that big dick in her mouth, she wants to suck his big cock." She rubbed her clit with her other hand. Bob was stroking his cock slowly, watching her, watching the video. The older woman pulled the young man down on top of her, her legs wide open, and guided the head of his giant cock to her pussy. She was telling the older man that she was going to get fucked by a giant cock; that she wanted to feel a bigger cock inside her. The camera zoomed in on her pussy as the head of the huge rod pushed inside, stretching her open, and the older woman cried out in pain and passion. Marci felt her orgasm approaching, building, and she pushed the three fingers deeper, stretching herself as the cock on the screen stretched the pussy. "Look at that slut taking that cock!" Bob said. "She's taking it!" he called to her as the head slipped inside, and the younger man pushed in, shoving half of his length into her. The woman cried out again, and Marci joined her as her orgasm took her; she felt her legs tremble and her knees gave way. The woman in the video was crying out 'I want your big dick, fuck me with your big dick, pound my pussy," as Marci fell to her knees, her fingers still pushed inside her, feeling the stretching pain, wishing it was Josh, and she joined the woman, her pretense forgotten. "I want that big cock!" she shouted, fake accent forgotten now, and rubbed her clit to a second, stronger orgasm. "I fucking want that monster in my cunt! I want to feel it filling my cunt, stretching me, hurting me, fuck, I want it!" She opened her eyes to see Bob staring at her, mouth open, and continued shouting through her orgasm, feeling her cum flow past her fingers, rubbing her clit, maintaining her climax. "I have to have that giant cock in me, I want to suck it, feel it in my mouth, and my horny cunt! I want it to pound me, to fuck me till I can't walk, feel it cum inside me!" She was staring at him, no longer Missy, but Marci, his wife, cumming and crying out her need for Josh's beautiful pussy killer. "You want that cock, you slut?" Bob asked, standing up, moving towards her. "You want to be punished by a giant fuck stick in your little married slut cunt?" He brought his dick to her face, stroking it, holding it inches from her mouth. "Fuck, oh yeah, I fucking want that massive cock inside me, turning me to jelly." Her orgasm had receded, and she pulled her fingers out, licked them, returned them to her cunt, pushing in, hard. "I want it to fuck me all the way into my stomach, I want it to hurt, so bad it makes me cum." She felt another one beginning, watching Bob's hand stroking his cock, the head angry and red. "Fucking slut wife! You want me to see you taking that giant cock, watch you get fucked by that monster?" He groaned. "Take my cum in your face, slut!" His cock jerked, and a blast of cum splashed across her open mouth, and she came again, hard, hurting herself with her fingers as blast after blast shot from his cock, splashing her lips and nose and cheeks, coating her. "Cum on me while he fucks me, fucking watch my cunt get torn up, and jerk off in my face, fuck!" she cried out, cum filling her mouth and nose. "Make me take your cum while I take his cock! I want your cum in my face when he cums in my married cunt!" He pushed his cock into her open mouth, and she sucked the rest of his load from his dick, feeling it fill her mouth, swallowing his salty semen, cumming at the same time. She bobbed her head on his sensitive cock, prolonging his orgasm, until it was too sensitive, and he pulled it back, groaning. She pulled her fingers from her cunt and wiped streams of cum from her face to her mouth, tasting his cum, and her own. Her eyes closed and she imagined it was Josh's cum, and she was eating it from her own sore and abused fuck hole. She had lost all control, and was gobbling his cum like an animal, thinking of nothing but Josh's cock and what it would do to her. When she regained her senses, she opened her eyes to see Bob, seated, staring at her. She felt instantly ashamed and exposed. Bob's softening cock flopped in his lap, his legs spread, his shaved balls loose and hanging between his legs. She looked down at the floor, at her legs, saw her shaved pussy, red and used. There was a messy wet spot on the floor between her legs, and cum dripped down the front of her costume. She stank of pussy and cum and sex, and her fingers and face were sticky. She finally forced herself to lift her head, just enough to meet his eyes, and dropped them again. She couldn't face him. "Marci," he called softly. She looked up. There was a look in his eyes she didn't recognize. "Marci, what's up with you?" She had no idea how to answer. His face changed, was that anger? It looked a little like lust, or disgust. She froze. "I- I- " she stuttered, She couldn't speak. Bob reached to her, tenderly, his hand stroking her face, smearing the cum with his fingers. Then he stuck them in her mouth. "Suck them, Marci." He said, forcefully. "Suck my cum." She did it, obediently, afraid of him. He pulled his fingers from her mouth, grabbed her hair, and pulled her towards him. She bent to her hands and knees, her face turned up, her chin at his crotch. "You have said and done some things in the last two days," he began, slowly, "that are the hottest, sexiest and dirtiest things I have ever experienced." He stared at her, but she couldn't read his expression. So stern. "You say it's from watching porn on line, but the things you showed me, the things you said." Was that disappointment in his voice? "I played along, thinking it was fantasy, and at first, it was sexy, and playful, and I welcomed it. I thought it was an act." He shook his head slightly, and looked confused, and disdainful. "But now," he released her hair, and she dropped her head. "Now," she heard him continue, "you say you want to have a giant cock fucking you. Fucking your cunt!" She looked up at him. "It feels a little too real, like you really want to do those things. You want me to watch you getting fucked by a guy with a huge cock, and you want me to cum in your face while he does it? Do you want to watch me fuck another woman? Do you want to go down on her while she sucks my dick?" He paused. "Look at me." She couldn't. "Marci, look at me." She lifted her head. His expression was still unreadable. "Is that what you want? For me to fuck another woman while you watch? For me to watch you fuck another man, a man with a giant cock, a cock so big he stretches you painfully, and makes your little married cunt so sore you can't walk? Is that what you want?" "I- I- ," she began. She could barely hear her own voice. "Yes," she admitted. "Yes, what." "Yes, that's what I want." "Listen, you slut," he told her, and his words stung, and she felt like she'd been punched in the stomach. "You said those things like you meant it before, when you were fingering yourself, and letting me cum in your mouth and your face." The words were stern, and demanding. "Say them now, again." "I- I want to watch you fuck another woman," she began, her face reddening and hot. She met his eyes. "I want to lick her pussy, and make her lick me." She took a shuddering breath, calmed herself. "I want to get fucked by a man with a giant cock, and I want you to watch me fuck him." "Not good enough, little Marci," he said, and grabbed her face in his hand, roughly. "Try it again, say it like you mean it, if that's what you want." She took a breath, gathered her courage. If this would do it, then she could say it. "I want his giant cock to punish my cunt, to fill me, to stretch me and fuck me senseless, to hurt until I cry and cum," she started, and then the words spilled from her as she described her desire. "I want to feel his cock splitting me open, tearing my pussy apart, making me scream, to beg him to stop, to keep going. I want you to see me, getting my cunt ruined and destroyed by his gigantic cock. I want you to watch me, to enjoy seeing me take his cock in my pussy." She took a breath, fighting for control, and losing. She felt her pussy getting wet again. Oh, no, I'm getting off on this. "I want to watch you fuck her, I want to see your cock in her cunt, fucking her, I- I want to lick your balls as you fuck her, and lick her cunt." She glanced at his cock, rising in his lap. He was getting excited too. "I want you to cum in her, to fill her with your cum, and I want to lick your nasty cum from her fucked cunt." He was mostly hard, and her nipples were straining inside her blouse. She reached for the buttons, and exposed her breasts, pinching her own nipples. "I want to suck your cock while she licks my cunt, and gets me ready for that giant cock. I want you to shove your cock in my mouth while he fucks me," she panted, lost in the desire now, "I want to lick your asshole, shove my tongue up your ass while she sucks you off." Bob was stoking his hard cock now, and one of her hands went to her pussy, stroking her hard clit. "I want to eat her pussy, and lick her ass, would you like to see that, Bob? You want to see me stick my tongue up her little tight ass hole?" "How bad do you want his cock?" He asked her. "Say it." "I fucking need it so bad, it's all I can think about," she confessed, feeling her cunt swell and leak. Her juices ran down her legs. "I have to have it, I have to feel his giant cock, in my mouth, hurting my jaw, pushing into my throat. I need it inside me, tearing my cunt apart, stretching me until I can't walk." "Who is he? You have someone in mind, who is it?" "It- it's Lisa's husband, Josh," she replied meekly. "We're going out with them Saturday." "And you plan on fucking him on Saturday?" "Y- yes I- Oh, yes, yes I do, but he won't fuck me unless you fuck Lisa," she blurted. "You have to fuck her, please, tell me you will so I can have Josh's incredible giant cock!" "You really need it don't you, you filthy, horny slut?" "I fucking need it bad," she replied. Would he let her have it? "Please, please I'm begging you, please fuck Lisa so I can fuck Josh." "And you think you can just get it? Just like that?" She stared at him, confused, thinking it was so close. "Well? You trick me into thinking you want me to fuck another woman, tease me into this, just so you can have your dream cock fantasy fulfilled? Is that it?" He was stroking his cock, and she saw his pre-cum coating the head. Her fingers spread her juices all over her cunt lips, coating her. She trailed one deeper, behind her, touching her ass, slick and wet. "What do I get?" "You- well, you get to fuck Lisa. Don't you want to see what it's like to fuck another woman?" "That's what I get from your friend Lisa," he said. "What do I get from you? What does husband Bob get for sharing his slutty cunt wife with another man?" She hesitated. "Well?" "I'll do anything, anything you want." "You're fucking right you will. Anything. Remember you said that. Now get over here, and suck my dick, and swallow my cum." Tax Debt Solution Ch. 04 YES! she thought, triumphantly, as she leaned down and took his cock in her mouth and pumped her head. I did it! I'm going to get fucked by Josh's tremendous cock! Within minutes she felt the spurts blast into her mouth, filling her to overflowing. She swallowed it down with a great sense of accomplishment. I am a woman who gets what she wants, just like Lisa said. Tax Debt Solution Ch. 05 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fantasy story that includes scenes of extramarital sex, swapping and unprotected sex. If these topics do not appeal to you, please feel free to move on to another story. If they DO appeal ... then thanks for reading! * They had arrived at the hotel early, checked in, and hit the showers. Marci had shaved her pussy again, ensuring it was baby smooth for Josh. Bob had shaved his hair as well, enjoying the way it felt. They had refrained from sex on Friday. Marci unpacked the toys Lisa had told her to bring, showing them to Bob. They dressed, Marci foregoing panties as instructed. Before they left, Bob pulled her back into the room, opened her dress and put the nipple clamps on her tiny nipples, tightening them just enough to stay on. He pulled her dress up. The clamps showed through her dress as lumps beneath her erect nipples. She meekly did as she was told, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the sharp biting sensations as she walked. They went to the bar, and Bob sat her on a stool, her short skirt riding alarmingly up her legs. They had only just gotten their drinks when they were greeted by a tall blonde woman. "Hello, Marci," she said, and turned to Bob. "You must be Bob. Josh is parking, and will be right in. It's nice to meet you. I hope Marci has explained why you're here." Marci looked at her husband expectantly. "I'm here to fuck you," he told the leggy woman. Marci had to admit, Lisa looked inviting in a short skirt and heels that really accented her legs. Good enough to eat. "Excellent! I knew she'd pull it off! Well done, Marci," she said, and leaned into Marci to kiss her. Expecting a peck on the cheek, she turned her head, but Lisa moved, and kissed her on the lips, and then didn't pull away, and she felt the tip of her tongue slip briefly inside her mouth. "I hope you followed all my instructions." "I did," she answered confidently. "Shaved, no panties?" "Yes." "Show me." Lisa's wide mouth opened in an evil grin. "Here?" "Yes, here, you silly girl. Turn in your chair and face me, and lift your skirt." Marci flushed with embarrassment, but found herself turning. She glanced nervously around the bar to see if anyone was watching. There were more than a dozen people scattered at tables, but none near them. She parted her knees and lifted her skirt. "Nice," Lisa said, "very good. Josh will like that." She looked at her breasts. "What are these lumps here?" "Bob," she said, "he made me wear the clamps." "Really?" Lisa turned to Bob. "Well done, Bob, I like the way you think." Bob tipped his glass to her. Marci saw lust in his eyes. Lisa reached for Marci's breast and pulled one of the clamps, causing a bolt of pain to shoot through her, directly to her pussy. Her breath caught as Lisa pulled the clamp off, and Marci felt the blood rush back into her nipple. "It hurts even more when you take them off, doesn't it?" she asked. Marci was breathing hard and wanted desperately to rub her nipple, but she was in a public place, and had to suffer silently. And then Josh arrived. Bob was talking to Lisa, but Marci suddenly could not hear the words. Her ears were buzzing inside her head and her field of vision tightened, centered on Josh, the figures in her periphery becoming hazy and vague, irrelevant. Josh moved towards her. She could sense the power of the massive tool he carried, feel it's danger and promise of passion as he approached her. She sensed Bob shaking Josh's hand, Josh kissing Lisa. Stay away from him, the thought came, unbidden, he belongs to me, he is mine. She felt Lisa's hands on her knees, spreading her legs, lifting her skirt, and saw Josh's appreciative glance, and then he looked into her eyes. "Very nice. It's good to see you again, Marci." She wondered if anyone saw her juices gush from her at his words as her pussy prepared for the onslaught it knew was coming. She reached inside the top of her dress, not caring who saw, transfixed by the man in front of her, the impending glorious brutal satisfaction she would soon experience. She roughly pulled the other clip from her nipple, feeling the electric shock as it tugged and released, the painful return of blood to her engorging nipple. She pulled the clips out of her dress, connected by a chain, and offered it to Josh. "Bob made me wear these," she heard herself, "but I wore them for you." She sensed laughter from Bob and Lisa, but Josh only smiled at her, a hungry, eager smile, and her pussy gushed and her clit swelled. Her nipples ached. She thought she heard her name, saw Josh's mouth moving. "Marci," he repeated, and her vision cleared a little. "Marci," he said again, and touched her face, and the electric shock of the contact cleared her vision, and she was suddenly there again, with all three of them. Bob stood next to Lisa, his arm around her waist, as Josh left his hand at her cheek. She felt her face burning at his touch, the fire moving through her chest, to settle in her stomach as a hot, insatiable need. "Marci," he said, "are you okay?" "I want your cock," she blurted, instantly embarrassed, then just as quickly not caring. "Please, I need your cock, I want to suck it, I want you to fuck me, please." "And I will, of course, it's why we're here." She felt relief sweep through her, finally relaxing, knowing at last that it was not a maybe, it was real; she would really get his cock. She had done it. She sighed audibly. "You did good, Marci," Josh told her, and took her hand, helping her down from the stool. He turned to his wife and Bob. "What do you two say we finish these drinks and head upstairs?" They all agreed, signed the tab to the room, and headed for the elevator. Bob walked with Lisa, and Josh put his arm around Marci's waist, guiding her, pressing his hip to hers as they walked. It was strange seeing Bob touching another woman; he was her husband, and she watched them walk, and he stroked her back, her waist, and then his hand dropped to her ass, caressing as she walked. In the elevator, an older couple rode up with them. Marci wondered if they could tell that they were with each others' partners, if they could sense the promise of sexual tension. She needn't have worried, as Lisa spoke. "You know, Bob," she said, in conversational tones that everyone could hear, "I promised your wife that if she got you to fuck me, Josh and I would introduce her to experiences she could not even imagine." "I've seen a dramatic change in her in the last three days," Bob told her. Marci looked at the older couple. They were pretending to ignore the conversation, but she knew they were hanging on every word. "She's expressed some desires that I never knew she had, some that were quite shocking, to tell the truth." He grinned. "Were you surprised?" "To say the least! Of course it was very exciting. She turned into quite the nasty slut!" She felt her face redden and heat up as Bob discussed her in front of these strangers. "I'm looking forward to enjoying her new attitude. You'll have to tell me how this all started." "Later. First we see her enjoy herself." "I promised her that she'd have to earn this." "You're a clever man. I told her the same thing." She looked at Marci with a hungry expression. "As soon as I met her, I knew she was capable of being more. Soon we'll see just what she's made of." The elevator stopped, and the older couple got out, and the man took a backward glance at the four of them, and then so did the woman. They both smiled as the doors closed. Humiliation and pride fought inside her. They continued up to the room in silence. As soon as they got into the room Lisa released Bob and came to Marci, and kissed her, hard, forcing her tongue into her mouth. Overwhelmed, Marci kissed her back, their tongues wrestling. Lisa broke the kiss, turned Marci around, and undid the zipper of her dress, pulling it from her shoulders, slipping it down to her hips, then over them, to pool at her ankles. She was facing Bob and Josh, naked but for her heels, her small firm breasts heaving, her nipples hard and eager, her shaved pussy visible to both of them. She made no move to cover herself. "She's beautiful, Bob," Josh said, "you're a lucky man. I hope you enjoy what I'm going to do to her." Josh reached for his zipper, pulled it down, and reached inside. Marci was transfixed, time seemed to slow as he removed his giant, gorgeous wonderful fat meat for her to see. It was still soft, and it hung there, outside his pants, swinging slightly, heavy with it's own weight. Her pussy twinged and flushed with anticipation. "Holy shit," she heard Bob say, "You're going to fuck my wife with that monster? You'll kill her," he joked. She felt Lisa's hands at her back, moving her forward, directing her to her knees. "Suck his big cock, Marci," she told her, "Suck him until he's good and hard for your pussy." She felt herself crawling to Josh, felt Bob's eyes on her, watching her surrender to this cock that was controlling her. She reached him, put one hand on his thigh and the other around the base of his beautiful, massive tool, unable to reach all the way around. She opened her mouth lovingly, kissed the tip, sliding her tongue around the massive head, felt the velvety smoothness and tasting his musky male flavor. Her head swam with desire and need, and she stretched her mouth open obscenely, and swallowed the head. Oh, God, she'd dreamed of this moment, having this glorious cock on her tongue, and she sucked the soft shaft, taking more, pushing her head forward, forcing more of the hefty meat into her hungry mouth, grunting with the effort. Her eyes closed, and she forced her mouth wider, her jaw already beginning to ache with the strain. She pushed further, sucking hard, her tongue stroking the underside, and she took half of the big shaft inside her mouth, feeling the head brush against the back of her mouth. She felt it pulse and harden and stiffen, filling with blood, and she pushed harder, forcing the head past the back of her mouth, fighting her gag reflex, feeling her mouth fill with saliva. She lowered her shoulders and craned her neck, and pushed her head forward, forcing the head into her throat, heard herself choking, and her eyes watered. Her mouth was completely filled, and her pussy gushed as she swallowed his fat cock down her throat. She opened her eyes, looked at Bob. He was staring at her in disbelief. She had never done this for him, for anyone, and she looked up at him, her mouth stuffed with gigantic hardening cock meat, and she loved him, loved him for all he was, and for allowing her to have this moment, feeling her mouth and throat punished like this. As she looked at him, Josh pushed his hips forward, forcing the rest of his shaft into her face, and she choked, fighting for breath as it pushed further down her throat. He pulled back then, extracting inch after inch of wet girth, slowly removing himself from her mouth as she stared at her husband. Finally the tip emerged, half hard now, and pools of saliva dripped from her open mouth as she breathed heavily, panting. She raised her other hand to Josh's cock, and stroked with both hands, lovingly, slowly bringing his to full hardness. "Holy shit, that was incredible," she heard Bob say. She looked at Josh, proud of her husband's admiration. She licked his cock, stroked him, worshipped him, sucked the head, pushing her tongue into the slit at the top of his head. Looking back at Bob, she ran her tongue around the head. "Marci, you are such a cock loving slut," he told her. "Why don't you tell us how much you want this cock? Tell Josh and Lisa what a cock lover you are." "I think they already know," she grinned, and kissed the tip. "But in case they forgot, I love this cock, I love it forcing my mouth open, pushing into my throat. I love it hurting me, bruising my throat." She licked all around the head, sucked it inside, hard, and released it with a pop. "I want it to destroy my cunt, to tear me open, and stretch me out, bruise my pussy till I can't walk." "Fuck, Bob, she's perfect, she's possessed," Josh said. Then to her, "you'll have all that, you nasty slut. I'm going to fuck you into tomorrow. You'll never want another cock but mine after this, you'll live for it, hunger for it. You'll do anything for it." "I'll do anything for your beautiful giant cock," she told him. "Well, do this first," she heard Lisa behind her, "it's my turn." Marci turned and saw Lisa, now naked, sitting on the edge of the bed, legs wide, pussy open and waiting. "Crawl to me, bitch, and lick my pussy." Marci turned and crawled, like an animal, straight to her, bringing her face up to Lisa's shaved pussy. She inhaled, smelling the scent of her arousal, seeing the droplets of her juices on her tiny labia, which were slightly open. Her huge clit, twice the size of Marci's, stood up proud. "Get your tongue inside me, lick my juices out, get me ready for your man's cock." She brought her face closer, stuck out her tongue, and poked delicately at her lips, stroking them, tasting the juices, relishing the salty tang of Lisa's pussy, up one side, down the other, avoiding her clit. Then she pushed her tongue inside, burrowing gently first, then more forcefully, digging into her hole for the hot wet treat awaiting inside. She groaned as her mouth was flooded with juices, and she swallowed it down. She sucked at the woman's hole, drawing out her flavor, then moved up to her clit, flicking it lightly, then harder, and then closed her lips tightly over it and sucked, eliciting a moan of delight from Lisa. She worked it like a tiny cock. She heard Bob saying, "That's so fucking hot. I can't believe she's licking her pussy. What a slut I married!" She switched back to her open hole, sucking out the new juices flowing, and dug below for the liquids that had run down her crack, and then Bob was there; he was naked, and pulling Lisa's legs up and open. "Get it all, baby," he told her, "lick her ass, too," and Marci saw her cheeks parted and lifted, and Lisa's tight crinkled hole was there, her pussy juice dripping down, and she darted her tongue across it, rewarded with a moan from Lisa. She felt the muscle twitch as she licked, felt the hole tighten, then release, and she speared her tongue inside, tasting the musky flavor of Lisa's rear hole. She pushed in, hungrily, forcing her tongue inside, and reached up with both hands, spreading her cheeks, giving her better access, allowing her tongue to go further. I am licking a woman's asshole, she thought, and I like it, it's so fucking hot and sweet. She pushed her face all the way in, licking as far inside her ass as she could reach. "Fuck, you nasty slut," Bob said, "you like licking assholes, don't you?" She looked up at him, met his eyes, and watched him as she ran her tongue around Lisa's crinkled starfish, wet with her saliva. She let him see her tongue playing there, watched him as she tongue fucked her tight hole. Then Bob groaned, and she looked to see that Lisa was sucking his cock. Like the video, she thought, like I said. She returned to Lisa's clit, and sucked hard, hearing her reaction muffled around Bob's dick. She worked her clit, harder, maintaining the stimulation, wanting to make her cum, to feel her cum while she was licking her. She slipped a finger inside her, palm up, and found the rough bulge of her G-spot, added a second finger, and rubbed them insistently as she sucked and licked her clit. She felt the woman's hips pulse and jerk as her body approached it's climax, and that made her work harder, hearing her slurping Bob's dick, grunting as she sucked, and then hearing her begin to cry out, muffled at first, then more clearly as Bob's dick fell from her lips as she came, hard and fast, and she felt the juices flowing past her fingers, her pussy clenching as the wave took her, and she released her clit, lowered her tongue to her wet hole, and sucked her juices up, swallowing her reward. Her wet fingers moved to Lisa's ass, and she pushed one inside, fingering her anal passage as she sucked her cum from her pussy. "She's fingering my ass," Lisa cried out, "your slut cunt-sucking wife has her finger in my ass, oh, fuck, I'm coming again!" She pumped the finger, fucking her ass with is, and returned to her clit, finishing her orgasm as she writhed and screamed. She licked lightly, allowing the wave to recede, feeling Lisa get control of her body again. She felt hands on her head, and looked up as Lisa pulled her to her face, kissing her hard, smearing and sharing her juices from Marci's face and mouth. Then Bob was there, and he was kissing her, licking her lips, tasting another woman on her, groaning into her mouth with hot breath. He reached for her nipple, pinched it hard, and pulled, and she felt lightning run from her breast to her pussy. Then she was being pulled up, onto the bed, on her back, and she saw Josh there, between her spread legs, leering at her pussy. His magnificent member stood tall and proud and thick between his legs as he moved towards her. Oh, dear God, finally, she thought. He came closer, and holding his cock, tapped it lightly on her clit. Pulses of pleasure ran through her, tantalizing her, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. "Are you ready for my cock?" he asked, teasing her, rubbing it now on her opening, smearing her juices. "Yes!" she cried, trying to pull him in, "yes, I want you cock in my cunt now!" "You're not ready, you only think you are," he warned her, "it's going to hurt." "I want it to hurt, I want it to kill me, please," she begged, "go slow." "It will hurt anyway." "It know, I want it to hurt forever, I want to remember every inch as you tear me apart." "Fuck her," she heard Bob say, "Fuck her cunt good and hard with that giant cock. Destroy her cunt with it." Bob grinned down at her, then looked serious, and she felt the head push against her. She looked down saw the size of it against her tiny pussy, and knew she could never take it, knew it wouldn't fit, but oh, it was so beautiful, so gorgeous as it pressed her. And then she felt her opening stretch, and he pushed, and she opened wide, and still it didn't fit, and he pushed again and the pain began, a burning, tearing glorious pain as her pussy was stretched painfully around the head of his cock. She felt pressure, and then nearly passed out as the head pushed inside her. She heard screaming, and realized it was her, as waves of pain and pleasure swept through her. Josh held still, keeping only the head in her passage, allowing her to adjust to the painful stretching, When it had almost passed he pushed more, filling her, and his shaft began slipping inside her tight hole. She was delirious, heard herself babbling, begging him to stop, to never stop, to fuck her cunt, to give her his beautiful cock. He withdrew slightly, pushed forward more, repeated the move several times, each time she felt herself filled more, split wide, painfully taking more of the massive meat into her cunt. She opened her eyes, seeing Bob above her, staring into her face with a wonder and admiration he's never shown before. "He's tearing you up, you slut, you like what he's doing to your cunt?" She was so filled, she'd never felt like this before, and she looked down to see half his cock still outside her pussy. Her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, clinging to his shaft every time he pulled slightly back, and being pulled inside her when he pushed. She felt him press against her G-spot, then pass it, his shaft rubbing against her, felt her clit being pulled into his cock every time he pushed more in, and the overwhelming anticipation with the pain and pleasure brought on a sudden orgasm, and she came, only half his cock inside her. She cried out to the room that she was cumming, and she squirmed, impaled on half his meat stick. Tax Debt Solution Ch. 05 He waited for her to come down, and then resumed pushing, pulling out a little, and pushing deeper. She felt the head of his cock brush her cervix, and swooned, feeling the pressure as he bottomed out in her wet pussy. He pushed again, and she stretched, deeper, painfully, as his cock forced itself inside her. He pushed again, and it hurt, bad, but oh, so good, and she felt him touch places that had never been touched before, felt her vaginal walls stretch, and ache, and push up into her stomach. She reached behind her knees, pulled her legs up, and took more, angling her hips. His cockhead was pressed against her cervix. Her eyes flew open, and she stared, wild-eyed at Josh. "You feel that?" he asked, "are you ready?" She looked down between her legs, saw a quarter of his cock still outside her pussy, and screamed as he pushed forward, opening her cervix, and forcing the head into her womb. Pain shot through her entire body, and she screamed, and blacked out. When she came to the pain was still there, tearing her up; the stretching and the wonderful glorious pressure of being filled, the pain and the ecstasy, and she came again, despite the awful pressure of his cock inside her, because of it. She heard laughter, Lisa was joking about her blacking out. Bob was saying what a slut she was. And Josh, wonderful Josh, pressed his pubic bone to her clit, and she knew she had all of him inside her. "Oh, fuck, it's all in me, every inch, inside my cunt, fuck, Bob, he's fucking my cervix, he's in so far, oh, fuck." Josh nestled against her, she felt his balls at her ass, she was so stretched, so filled. And then she saw him shift his weight, and adjust his shoulders, and she felt his cock pull back, slowly, pull almost all the way out, until the head was at her opening, and then slide back in, refilling her, and she came again, her third, a powerful orgasm, and then Josh began fucking her for real. He fucked her through her orgasm, and the pain receded, leaving only the incredible feeling of being so completely filled, so totally fucked, every inch of her pussy was being fucked, she could feel it still stretching her. Every time he pulled back her pussy tried to return to normal, every time he came back in was another glorious painful insertion, like the first, re-stretching her. He began thrusting harder, beating the back of her pussy with his giant rod, punching her cervix, making her howl with pain and delight. Josh was beyond caring about her, he was fucking for his own pleasure now, and she released her legs only to find Bob holding them, holding her open for the this giant cock. She looked up at him, he was straddling her head, his hard cock inches from her face, staring at her ravaged pussy as it accepted the vicious pounding. She craned her neck, reached up, and guided his cock to her mouth. She sucked on it as though it were life itself as Josh continued his pounding, abusing her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass. Bob's cock tasted delicious, and Josh's cock hurt her so good, and she came again, felt her juices run down her ass crack. She moaned her climax into Bob's cock, and when it receded, it stayed close to the surface, and she had a series of smaller, almost continuous orgasms. Bob's cock slipped out and he released her legs, and she wrapped them around Josh, pulling him into her, inviting him to beat her sore pussy harder, deeper, to fuck her cervix. Then Bob was over her again, and so was Lisa, on her hands and knees, her pussy open and waiting above her face, and she watched as Bob slipped his cock into her, just inches from her. She heard the sloppy sound of them fucking above her, watched his dick emerge, slick and wet from her cunt. She felt juices splashing down on her face as her husband fucked another woman's cunt right above her. Her orgasms continued, extending, non-stop. Then she heard Josh grunt, and his strokes changed rhythm, became shorter, more forceful, and his cock swelled in her, making her cry out, and then he was cumming, pumping his wonderful hot cum into her brutally fucked pussy, bathing her insides with his liquid heat. She felt it squeeze out past his cock, out of her stuffed cunt, down to her ass as he continued pumping, shooting blast after blast of his seed into her. Finally, he stopped, and he began to pull out, leaving her pussy feeling empty and hollow and loose, dripping his cum. She heard Bob grunt then, and looked up to see his balls clench, saw the cum pulsing in his cock as he filled Lisa, groaning his orgasm, and then he pulled out, and Lisa lowered her gaping, cum-filled hole to her face, and she hungrily opened her mouth to accept the fat drops of cum that ran from her, filling Marci's mouth. She swallowed it all, and licked the remnants from Lisa's cunt, tasting a fucked pussy for the second time, this one fucked by her own husband. Lisa climbed off, and Marci tried to sit up, found she couldn't and collapsed back on the bed, too weak to move. She inclined her head to see all three of them between her legs, pointing and smiling. Bob looked at her. "It won't close. Your pussy is so fucking destroyed, it won't close." Lisa reached down to her, took her hand, and placed it between her legs. "See how fucked you are," she said gently, pressing Marci's fingers into her pussy. It felt open, and wet, hot with cum. Lisa's hand pushed Marci's fingers together, pushed them inside her. Marci marveled as she inserted four fingers easily into her pussy, feeling the soreness, feeling the size of her hole. She pushed, and her knuckles slipped in easily, and she felt another orgasm, right at the edge, and she masturbated her cum-filled fuck hole, and came, as the three of them watched. She writhed and cried out, feeling her hand inside her ruined pussy, only her thumb outside, and was elated and satisfied. As her orgasm ended, she fell asleep, he hand still inside her. She woke later, hearing voices nearby, wondering where she was, before recognizing the hotel room. She heard Bob laughing, then slowly recognized Lisa and Josh's voices. She sat up, and winced as she felt the residual soreness in her pussy. She was naked, she realized, remembering what she'd done, that she'd taken Josh's huge monster, and she smelled of sex, from her face, her pussy. She had dried cum on her face, and moved to wipe it off, finding cum drying on her fingers as well. She had shoved her hand inside her pussy! She wanted to look at it, see if it looked as sore as it felt. She tried to stand, her legs a little wobbly, and found every step to be an adventure. She was really sore! But it was a good sore. She smiled, found her jaw stiff as well. The thought of what she'd done made her pussy tingle. You slut, she thought. How could you possibly want more after getting the fuck of a lifetime? She found a robe in the closet and wrapped herself. They were dressed similarly, although Bob wore only boxers. They were drinking champagne. He saw her, got up, and hugged her, slowly and deeply. She held him close, feeling his warm skin, his familiar and comforting body. He moved to kiss her, and she turned her head. "My breath must be awful, I just woke up," she whispered. "It's not the sleep breath, it's the cum breath, but I'll kiss you anyway." He did, and she loved him. When he pulled away he grinned. "Make that cum and pussy!" He led her to the table, made a seat next to his. She sat gingerly, and they all laughed, her included. "Lisa told me how all this started," Bob told her, and she flushed; he added, "Stop; I saw the video and all. She's friends with a friend of my brother's wife; she saw me the day I got my taxes done, they were going out." "Once I saw Bob, I put Josh on the trail," Lisa added, "I see a lot of men I'd like to fuck, but if their wives aren't hot, we move on. And even if they are hot, if we think we can't turn them, we don't bother." "Turn them?" Marci asked. "Into unadulterated cock whores," Josh stated, plainly. "We thought you had the potential, but Marci, dear, you exceeded our wildest expectations." They all raised their glasses and toasted her, but after a sip of champagne, she asked for water. "Got to rehydrate," she said, "I have some fluids to replace!" "So after Lisa told me the story," Bob continued, "I told her how you convinced me to come along. They were very impressed. They also liked that I made you agree to earn it. They've been offering some suggestions." "Bob, I think it might be a day or two until I can have sex again." Bob grinned evilly at his wife. "Not the hole I'm thinking of!"