2 comments/ 43149 views/ 21 favorites Envy. By: KuroshioX As the door shut, I realized it wasn't being a housewife that was so unsatisfying. It was the loneliness. My name is Evelyn I am a living cliché: the lonely housewife. It isn't such a bad thing when my spouses are in from work and the three children home from school. The empty feeling only comes once the kids close the door on the way to bus stop. Sometimes I walk with them, but they complain, saying it is embarrassing. My husband, Martel, says I need to give them space to grow and become independent. But he isn't lonely; he fills his days with work then comes home and takes the lion's share of the twin's attention and affection. The youngest daughter, Giselle is different from the twins though, like night and day they are. Whereas Lena and Leon, are both skinny bright-eyed and happy-go-lucky, Giselle bears little resemblance to either of them, she is a plump and broody sort, frequently excluded by her older siblings, if not for her age then for her personality. Thereza, my wife, says her mother was the same way. And it made sense: Giselle resembled her maternal grandmother so much in appearance, why not in disposition as well? But recalling Giselle's parentage is a sore point I take pains to avoid, because it reminds me of my failures. Naturally Martel and Thereza are too considerate to ever so much as insinuate that, but I can feel it. The void left unfilled, the dreams deferred, a burning sense of inadequacy that gnaws at my soul and brings the loneliness crushing down upon me. If I don't check these harmful emotions, they'll take root and lead to darker places. They've led there before. *** Once we were married, I'd immediately dumped my birth control and announced my intention to get pregnant as soon as possible. Martel and Thereza were both ambivalent, not really being comfortable as much with each other as they were with me. But they both loved me more than anything, letting me lead the charge, so the last few nights of our honeymoon were spent "making a sandwich." Thereza on the bottom, taking advantage of her flexible gymnastics-honed body with her ankles up by her ears as I fucked her like a rabbit in heat, Martel pressed against my back, pounding my fertile pussy like a madman from behind. I remember the feeling of his huge hands yanking my hair back as he drained his nuts inside me, with Thereza kneading and massaging my big floppy breasts at the same time and both of my new spouses whispering sweet nothings and nasty fantasies as we lay exhausted in bed together. Things continued like that. We tried for months to conceive, with Martel fucking the absolute shit out of me on my fertile days but nothing took. It didn't put the rest of our sex life on hold though, and gradually Thereza got lazy about taking her birth control, I got lazy about remembering her safe days and our initial batch of condoms expired with Martel being too lazy to get more. Given time, routine condom mishaps and a mixed-up schedule later, the predictable happened. It had been a wild night, all of us slightly drunk as we stumbled up the stairs to posh, upscale apartment (paid for by all three of us being employed) after attending an outdoor concert. My hands were all over Thereza's cinnamon brown pixie cut hair, pulling her into a wet, passionate kiss; my tongue playing Columbus to her mouth's New World. She reached into my dress and brought my fat tits out, breaking the kiss only to take my nipple into her mouth, uncaring that we were still feet away from our apartment's door. Martel had gone ahead and held it open, watching with considerable interest, with Thereza refusing to stop tasting my breasts as we moved. Somehow we made it inside, slamming the door shut behind us, and Thereza looked up at me, "I wanna you tooo leeck my poosy..." her Portuguese accent really coming out strong due to inebriation. I shook my head, taking her cheeks into my hands and pushing her down onto the couch, speaking firmly in spite of my giggles, "Nuh-uh! I'mma fuck ya! And then I'mma get fucked by mah husband. And then... maybe I'll eat ya!" Martel's hands hiked up my dress and pulled my panties down for me, while I focused on sliding Thereza's shorts off and she divested herself of the tight halter top she'd worn. She raised her legs straight up with a smile and I brought the shorts up and over her ankles, throwing them across the room before I kissed her ankle and started licking down her leg. Her body was a work of art: tall and toned, luxuriously long legs, unblemished skin the color of peanut butter, petite breasts topped by perky dark brown nipples that stood stiff in the cool air of our apartment and the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy I'd ever been inside. And she had the face to match: large, light brown eyes that made her look like the most innocent thing; soft, kissable lips; ears that stuck out in the cutest way. "Fack me, you blonde beetch!" I loved every inch of Thereza. And I made sure she knew it by plunging inside her as I'd finished putting on the condom Martel handed me, my pecker squeezing inside with a wet noise as we moaned together. In return, Thereza loved every inch of me: my long honey blonde hair; my green eyes; my big boobs; my pale skin; even my little pecker, barely making four inches on a good day. I knew I'd lucked out, going ball's deep inside her and crying out at the snugness. Of course, our loving husband refused to be merely an observer and took the opportunity to take my chin in his huge hand, turning my head and placing his thick six inch manhood on my tongue. He didn't need to tell me what to do, I wanted to do it. Once I had a handle on Martel's dick, I started fucking Thereza with rapid, short strokes, "like a coelho," she laughingly described it one time. And it was true, with my diminutive penis, I could hardly long-stroke her snatch the way Martel did with mine. But she'd never complained, never made me feel inadequate. With her, I felt like a master fucksmith, the splatter of juices between us sounding like wet rag slapping against skin, my lips stretched and moaning around Martel's fat dick as I felt my balls tense up and my pussy drip. Thereza was letting out a long, breathless cry, its pitch modulated by my hurried thrusts. Against the complaints of my muscles, I sped up, feeling my orgasm approaching, her feel pussy taking on an enhanced pleasure, almost like when you wear sun glasses all day and how much brighter everything sees when you take them off. I opened my mouth and let my husband slip from my lips, gasping, "Oh fuck! Tere! I'm cummin' baby, I'm cummin'! Here it comes, here it comes! Fuuuuuck!" Every muscle tightened at once, a long rope hosing into the condom. Or at least, that was what should have happened. It was only after I'd caught my breath, sucked on Martel a bit more before watching him fuck Thereza himself and then got up off the couch that I noticed there was no condom around my now limp member. No biggie, I'm pretty small so it sometimes would fall off on its own. But looking closer, I noticed the ring was still around the base of my shaft, barely hanging on, but definitely on its lonesome. "Goddammit... hey Tere, the fucking condom broke again." Martel was just pulling out of her, having cum only a minute or so before and spoke up right after me, "Shit... so did mine." Thereza was lying back on the couch, hands on her face, "I'll deal with it later... just... let me sleep for a few minutes..." I reluctantly agreed. Martel and I argued for a few minutes when I picked up the packages and noticed that both were expired, as were all the condoms we had on-hand. He promised to get more. But that didn't matter. Thereza slept most of the night and by morning had completely forgotten about it, letting nature take its course. After finding out Thereza was pregnant, I felt horrible thinking I'd dumped my ambitions onto her, only as a burden instead of a blessing. As her belly swelled to ridiculous size and the presence of twins confirmed by ultrasound, blessing turned into envy. After their birth, when it was clear that Martel was the father of both the twins, it became bitterness. Then, after a few years of desperately trying to conceive, when Thereza again accidentally became pregnant with Giselle, it was outright bitter jealousy. She complained incessantly about the pregnancy; how it was affecting her athletic figure, how she felt too awkward to keep up her jogging and swimming, how she had to cancel meetings and restrict the amount of overtime to fit in doctor's appointments. Not to my face, no. She'd never do such a thing. But she and Martel had gotten into the habit of spending time together – without me – in his study. At first I listened by the door, but I knew it was too unsubtle and I'd eventually be caught. Instead I became Evelyn, P.I. by simple expedient of taking the twins' baby monitor (they were two years old at the time) and putting it under Martel's desk, wedged between the wall and the wooded frame. Listening to them from the master bedroom – OUR master bedroom! – broke my heart at times, but I couldn't stop myself. It also confirmed something I'd long suspected: they were both fucking behind my back. I'd slip away from the children while they watched a movie or played video, consciously avoiding heading towards Martel's study and instead going down the opposite hall, holing myself up in the master bedroom and listening to them fuck. Thereza made sounds I'd never known she could make, while Martel gave it to her as hard as she could take it and then some. She loved his fat dick, loved to ride it, to suck on it and (if I'd heard correctly) she even let him fuck her in the ass, which was something she'd never let me do in all the years we'd been together. If I didn't know Thereza was such a career woman, I'd have suspected that her second pregnancy was no accident. Furthermore, I found myself jealous of Martel's dick, its girth, its hardness, its length, everything about it. I'd beat my dick and finger my pussy furiously while thinking about biting it or squeezing his balls to the point of pain, laughing and cumming as he cried out. It certainly wasn't a healthy fantasy to have with a person to whom you slept next, but I had no one to talk with about this. My therapy involved keeping busy with housework, long showers and other distractions... *** While standing in the almost scalding hot spray, hands running through my thick tangle of blonde hair, I try to keep myself on an even keel by thinking of the good things. The way Martel sits down at the table and plays out his role of fatherly entertainer, pulling minor pranks on the children and telling outrageous tales that Lena and Leon found as improbable as they were hilarious. The way Thereza sits down and stoops over the table to silently check her smartphone and fire off missives and directives, trying to contain one self-inflicted office emergency or another. She stops occasionally scold the children for their crass table manners. How Giselle eats quietly at first, her little hands shoveling food into her mouth and only gradually gathers her courage to say something while her brother and sister practically bounce out of their seats, mouths running at a hundred miles an hour. Thinking it through, I can't say that we are an unhappy family. I can only say I am an unhappy woman. I exhale slowly as the water begins to cool, having spent far too much time in the shower. The dark emotional cloud has been blown from over my head by the wind of relaxation and mediation, but it still lingers on the horizon. I'm used to it though, only the loneliness dampens my spirits as I towel off, humming to myself as I wrap up (I don't know why; there is no one else home) and dress myself in comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt, refusing to look at myself in the mirror. I hate seeing the slight curves of my weight, especially compared to Thereza. Walking into the living room, with its carefully sophisticated décor and the far wall dominated by a massive television, I felt the crush of loneliness hit me again, in spite of my attempts to keep it at bay. Out of sheer habit, I examined the furniture and floors for dust; if I spotted even one speck, I'd practically race to get the cleaning supplies, throwing myself into her role as housewife and cleaning up a storm to keep myself from thinking too much. But ultimately, cleaning my way through my emotional issues is self-defeating: the worse I feel, the harder I cleaned but the less there would be to clean later. Instead I sit down on the couch and pick up the remote, turning on the television and idly flipping through channels. I hadn't wanted this, the solitary hours spent in my home. What I'd imagined had been so much better than endless episodes daytime television to kill the hours before my family would return. I keep cycling through the channels, reflecting bitterly on the irony of hundreds of choices and yet nothing I want to watch. Eventually, I give up and bring up Netflix, hoping to find a recommendation that could hold my interest at least... unfortunately, having taken it upon myself to get movies and shows for the kids, that was no longer a workable option. Everything it offered was geared to audience 3-12 years old and I sigh before throwing my head back and turning the TV off in frustration. After looking over the glass work on the shelves for signs of smudges, I simply close my eyes, letting my mind wander back to happier times... *** I was a wild child in my high school and college days: partying and drinking every weekend without a care in the world. I'd taken the world by storm in an effort to experience everything life had to offer and sow my wild oats before settling down. And how wild my oats had been. Everyone near my age was fair game as far as I was concerned, man or woman. I was so bad it got to the point where my friends actively prevented their siblings from being alone with me (Paula's brother enjoyed Evelyn's dick even more than his sister did) and eventually went beyond that that by installing a social firewall to hide their significant others (Denny had taken months to forgive me for getting a blowjob from his girlfriend) because they knew I was nearly insatiable when drunk and only marginally better sober. I remembered Paula's brother – what was his name again? – for some reason. He was a handsome, dark-haired and quiet-type of guy who I'd actually been too embarrassed to approach earlier in the evening that I met him I had a pimple smack-dab on the center of my forehead. Well, a few Irish Car Bombs later, that pimple seemed like much less of a big deal and I'd only wasted about a dozen words seducing him before I pushed him into the empty garage of their house, "You wanna play a game?" I was quite certain I was slurring my words at the time because he didn't understand at first, raising his eyebrows with an unspoken question. I just giggled and put my hands on his belt, tugging him closer, "A game! You know, like... Big Dick, Little Dick!" Next to my big, bouncy tits, my sparkling green eyes were my best weapon of mass seduction. A little bit of batting my lashes and staring into his eyes and he was putty in my hands, acquiescing with a short nod. I leaned close, inappropriately close, my lips millimeters from his ear, "Do you know how to play it?" A slow shake of his head, which I'd expected, and it was on. "Well! I'm gonna show you mine, and you're gonna show me yours," I reached down and grabbed his package through the jeans he was wearing, "And if I'm bigger, I'm gonna fuck ya... but if you're bigger... you get to take my dick up your ass. OK?" It was a classic "heads I win, tails you lose," setup but boys were never paying that much attention when it came to their dicks and so the dark-haired boy nodded with misunderstanding. I smiled, stepped back and lifted up my tight green dress, tugging the yellow panties that contained my little pecker aside and fished it out. She was decidedly small and flaccid but I merely gave a cute demurral, pleading with him, "Nooo... not yet, doesn't count! You have to let me get ready first!" He didn't stop me, so I spit on my hand and gripped my winky with three fingers and my thumb, all that would physically fit on my modest pink length. I kept my dress up with my other hand, cooing and sighing as my fingers worked back and forth, the leftover pinky giving the ridiculous impression of a "classy" jerkoff session. "I'm almost... almost ready... yeah... there she is... there she is. OK, I'm ready!" I let go and allowed my pecker to stand alone, extending to its full length of just under four inches. I remembered Paula's brother (she really could not remember his name at all) raised an eyebrow incredulously, then suppressed a half-laugh before he let me pull his meat from his pants... a wonderfully sculpted specimen of manhood, curved to the left with the tip just barely winking past the foreskin. I put my hand to my mouth in mock horror, "Ooooh, that's really big..." After reiterating the terms and conditions he'd definitely protested the rigged game, but I wasn't a bad person per se. I explained that I just had needs, needs that included at the time getting my finger-sized womanhood in his tight asshole. Of course, I could handle a bit of delayed gratification and so he let me go down on him first, teasing and tonguing the meaty shaft before going lower and gulping on his balls, slathering both of them in drool as my lips and mouth worked to suck the sperm straight out of his sac while I stroked him at the same time. He was moaning loudly, utterly unconcerned with anyone walking into the garage and only got louder when I slipped a wet finger up his butt. His pucker was incredibly tight so I had trouble getting very deep, settling instead getting up to my second knuckle and curling my finger down, then jerking back a few times. His butt seized up tighter than a dog biting on a bone and he went off like a rocket, spraying a thick, bitter splash of cum over my head, the trailing edge landing across my face as I tilted my head and looked up at him. His eyes were rolled back and his mouth formed into a silent "O" shape, jerking as I used the opportunity to press my finger deeper before his second shot erupted as powerful as the first and landed on the concrete floor with an audible splat. The actual fuck I threw him was pretty much anti-climactic: I was young and way too excited for my own good so it lasted all of a dozen pumps before I pulled out and came on his back. We hooked up a few times after that before Paula found out and put her foot down about sleeping with her brother, but it was nice while it lasted. *** Slouching down on the couch, I bite my lip and think of Paula's nameless brother, my hand wrapped tight around my bantam woody, pulling on it furiously. I remember how tight his ass was, but he was far from the best I'd ever had. The meaningless void of my home is filled with the steady slck, slck, slck of dick being stroked as I run through my mental rolodex of debauchery, trying to bring myself closer to the edge of ecstasy. I reach under my robe and taking a nipple in hand, thinking back to old boyfriends, ex-girlfriends, dismissed lovers, forgotten fuckbuddies, and barely remembered one night stands. The entire procession of sexual partners is running through my head as I pump my hand up and down while pinching and twisting my nipples. I can't count the number or even remember all their faces, but a few stand out. And among them, other than my spouses, one name comes to the forefront: Aubrey. Just thinking her name tempts me heavily and I bring my stroking to a stop in order to grip the base of my peter and squeeze. It's hard and glistening and – with a bit of pressure – looked decently sized. Letting go of my free hand, I reach over and pick up my phone, lifting my shirt and holding it between my teeth as I move the phone back and forth, trying to fill the frame with my pecker. I snap a picture, review it then snap another and another, trying to get the perfect angle. Eventually, I find it, a keen bead of precum hanging off the tip which is pointed straight up, shiny with spit and possessing that reddened, eager look. Envy. I save the picture and discard the rest, then scroll to Aubrey's name in my phone. By complete chance I ran into her while shopping; she was working as an associate at a corporate law firm, making the big bucks, but she "just didn't have the time for a steady relationship." Those could have been innocent words, but my wedding ring was plainly visible and I knew she noticed it because her finger teased around it before erotically stroking my palm and leaving her business card in my hand. The bottom number was a personal one. I swore I'd tear it up and toss it in the trash as soon as she was out of sight, and I did. But not before putting it into my phone, hands shaking as I tapped away. *** We'd met when I was doing work-study for my university's event staff and had been selected to act as a kind of local guide for visiting schools during a women's conference. It was supposed to be a simple gig, pick them up from the airport, get them to the lodging, make sure they were settled and were up to speed on the event schedule. I hadn't anticipated any issues and there weren't any, at least until Aubrey cut in with a question I wasn't quite expecting from a Dean's list student: "So, where do you go to drink around here?" I wasn't sure if she was messing with me or not, so I simply stood at looked at her, trying to form the right response. She stepped out of the crowd of girls and cocked an eyebrow at me, "Did you think we were gonna stay in?" Physically, Aubrey was somewhat imposing: maybe an inch or two shy of six feet, visibly toned muscles on her arms and calves, a golden brown complexion dotted by chocolate freckles, light brown eyes, and curly black hair, parted down the middle with red highlights, that hung to her jaw, long legs and a physique that screamed stripper. Even in incredibly casual jeans and a t-shirt it was impossible to not notice the way her bust seemed to dominate her thin waist and her hips flared outward; creating the impression that she was corseted. But it was an air of assured self-possession that made me stop in my tracks. I'm not easily awed, but Aubrey had what people in show business would call "stage presence." She naturally attracted people to her orbit, making them comfortable and feel open. People were around her because they wanted to be around her, wanted to have her approval. And she owned that power like it was her name on the deed. I don't remember what fumbling, mumbling lines I stammered out, but I do remember all the girls laughed and we spent the next few minutes speaking freely. Most of them were pre-law students, Aubrey included, as happy as colts out of the corral. I wound up bringing some of my personal stash of booze back to hold an impromptu party and things very quickly got out of control. One minute I was dancing with a blonde even shorter than me, next thing I knew, Aubrey was pressed up against my back and had her hands on my hips, swaying with the music. Her tits felt amazing pressed up against me and I rolled my head back, reaching above to run my hand on her neck. That's when I felt her prick. And good god what a sample it was: easily the biggest I'd felt to date, pulsing with heat even through the thick denim. I turned around in her arms and she raised her eyebrows suggestively, pulling me towards the couch. I resisted a bit – not much, just enough to see if she really wanted it – and she clung to my hips even tighter, her powerful arms pulling me down with her as she sat. I sat there looking at her for a few seconds and just as I was about to mouth some meaningless words, she leaned forward and kissed me, hard. I heard the other girls in the room cheer her on, "Go 'head Aubrey!" "Get it girl, get it!" "Tell us what she tastes like!" but I didn't care. Aubrey's tongue in my mouth felt so... right. Like she had been born with the right to have me and simply waited until this evening to collect. I had no intention whatsoever of stopping her from doing whatever she wanted with me, especially not her tongue. Mercy upon me, it was long like a lizard's and flexible to boot! The heat of arousal flushed throughout my skin, my skirt was tenting due to my modest length and I knew I needed to get my panties off before they soaked through with wetness. I was all raring to go and Aubrey's hands obliged, cupping my ass and spreading my cheeks wide at the same time she pulled me close. She slowly broke the kiss, licking along my jawline and up to my ear, her breath hot and her voice husky as she whispered, "Tell me how you want it." My head rolled back and I exhaled slowly, "However you wanna give it to me-EEEEEE!" Aubrey had lowered her head and given my throat a slow, aggressive lick as I spoke, causing my words to end with a shrill cry. The other girls tittered at my shrieking with one of them taking the opportunity to flop down on the couch next to us. I didn't think anything of it. In hindsight, I probably should have paid more attention. My newfound lover hefted up in her arms and set me down on the couch, slouched down with my bare feet in the air. She gave me a hungry look and took one ankle in her hand, rubbing her cheek against the side of my foot before snaking her tongue out and giving it an exploratory lick. I gasped as I felt her wet tongue slide against my skin, slithering up and down the flesh before swirling it around my big toe. My cock throbbed in my panties, begging for stimulation or release and finally one of the girls noticed, "Oooh shit, she's got a little dickie too!" Aubrey closed her eyes and took my big toe into her warm mouth, sucking on it gently before getting the next toe inside as well. I closed my eyes and licked my lips, breathing heavily as little tendrils of pleasure emerged from my foot, snaking their way down to my spine, causing me to shudder and moan. With my legs spread and in the air, the skirt around my waist wasn't even pretending to cover my goodies, my pecker tenting my panties obscenely as I writhed from side to side. Suddenly, the sound of a picture being taken made me come to my senses. The other girl on the couch with me, the short blonde, had her phone out and was snapping pictures of my panty-clad dickie, obscenely tented by my stiffness and a near-translucent spot near the tip marking where I'd leaked out precum. A worried groan escaped my lips, but I didn't tell her to stop. I couldn't, at least not while Aubrey was bathing my foot with her mouth. The blonde girl reached over and around, getting different angles, zooming and out, while I twisted my mid-section, more from sheer pleasure than a desire for modesty. Eventually, her hand reached over and lifted the panties up, exposing my erection and snapping a few more before letting go suddenly and allowing the fabric to slap against me. It felt wonderful. I figured she was finished and closed my eyes again, but she had other plans. She took my hand and raised it to her mouth, sucking slowly on my fingers, her wet lips taking them down the knuckles in turn. Meanwhile Aubrey was stretching her mouth over four toes and straining mightily to fit my pinkie toe within. It was heavenly and I further slouched onto the couch, trying to push my foot deeper. Aubrey's hand shot down between her legs, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, roughly dragging her incredibly fat, purple-headed dong out, dripping precum onto the floor as she noisily slurped on my foot. She pulled back, letting it pop from between her lips audibly and gasped for air, "Fuck Evelyn, your foot tastes so good." Aubrey licked her lips and fully opened her eyes, finally seeing the blonde who was lazily kissing and licking my hand. Her brow set in annoyance, "Alexis, fuck off. You can have her when I'm through." The rest of the girls let out little whines of disappointment but Aubrey turned her head, fixing them all with a stare, before looking back at me and smiling, "Don't worry, I won't mess her up too bad." I was so out of it, I thought she was talking to me about Alexis, the short blonde finger-licker. It wasn't until Aubrey reached behind my back and hefted me off the couch and half-carried me to one of the room. Immediately I felt my temperature go up, a kind of itchy sweat breaking out across my face as Aubrey threw me onto the bed and stood before me, her dick waggling between her legs. I opened my mouth to talk and she just covered it with her hand, reaching under my skirt and yanking my panties to the side, causing my pecker to spring up. She took a long look at it and shrugged, "Pretty small," then kneeled between my legs on the bed and forced them apart. I bit my lip in anticipation, feeling the head of her cock sliding up and down against my lips, its girth displacing my balls and I exhaled. Suddenly, I remembered something important, "Condom! You need to wear a condom!" Aubrey gave me a quizzical look then shook her head, "No." That was it. Her answer held a degree of finality that gave me no room to negotiate or back away. It just was and I could either accept it or... accept it. Then Aubrey pressed between the folds of my cunt, bowing them inwards with her member, causing me to huff excitedly, trying to speak sexy to her, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, it's too big!" Of course, the words were muffled by her hand on my mouth and she didn't bother acknowledging them. Instead she drove up inside me, stretching me in ways I'd never experienced before... or since. Thankfully, I was as wet as I'd ever been, because she pushed on relentlessly, my shallow gulps of air feeling entirely inadequate to the taste of holding myself intact as Aubrey's slab of dickmeat threatened my pussy's structural integrity. It was glorious agony, made tolerable by the dull waves of pleasure washing over me every time my cunt spasmed and gripped her inside me. Inch by inch she advanced, and I wondered if she'd run out of length before I'd run out of depth. Fortunately, she bottomed out just before my cervix, letting out a sigh and taking her hand off my mouth. Instead she grabbed my ass with both hands, sinking her fingers well in then started pumping, taking herself halfway out and sliding back in, "Like that bitch? Huh? You like this black dick?" I nodded in response to her question, gurgling as I slipped into a trance-like state, her thrusts, causing pussy juice to squirt out and run down my ass and thighs. Aubrey stopped and pulled out, "This is boring, get over on your hands and knees bitch," encouraging me with a slap to my ass and fondling my tits. I raced to get back into position, my face down on the bed as she put her hand on the small of my back and brought my ass upward before slapping it again and slamming her dick back inside. I groaned and drooled as her length excavated my innards, displacing internal organs and knocking the breath out of my lungs. My eyes rolled back into my head and she reached forward, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking hard. My eyes watered and Aubrey pounded me faster and harder, her balls slapping against my clit every time she hilted inside me. The pleasure was an uncontrollable tidal wave now, drowning out thoughts of everything but cumming. My prick was swinging back and forth like a pendulum, copious amounts of precum flowing from my tight, full nuts. "Hngh, hnh, hnh, hnh, HNNGH!" Every few thrust she'd pull me back as she thrust forward, cramming every inch right up against the limits of my pussy's dimensions and forcing me to grunt with exertion. I couldn't say it was comfortable, but that didn't mean I wanted her to stop. And she didn't, not for another good long spell, letting go of my hair in order to grab my shoulders with both hands and pick up the pace even faster, pounding me forward until I fell on my face and she splashed a massive load inside me, holding her girlstick deep, letting me feel her sperm ricochet off the walls of my pussy. She pulled out slowly and rolled over onto her back to me, panting. I was still in the face-down, ass-up position when I turned my head and noticed there was another pair of legs standing next to the bed. Before I could ask anything, a voice spoke out, "Hey, Bree, you finished?" "Yeah... I'm pretty much done for now." "Well, then roll out and let me get a piece." That was when it clicked in my head: they were going to run a train on me. I would have opened my mouth to protest, but the bed was already lurching with the girl's weight being positioned between my legs and I felt her dick, less meaty than Aubrey's but certainly serviceable, slid inside my bored-out, creamed-in pussy, "Fucking gross! Aubrey! You nasty bitch, you came inside her!" The girl pulled out lightning fast. Aubrey was getting dressed and shrugged in a non-chalalant manner, "I don't like condoms." "Neither do I! But that means I pull the fuck out Aubrey! So gross, ew, ew, ew, ew, eeeew!" Part of me was glad that Ms. Sloppy Seconds didn't relish the prospect... but another, darker part wanted to know what it would feel like and was disappointed when she crawled off the bed and went to the bathroom, shutting the door and turning on the shower. I settled into the bed, thinking I'd hop into the shower after her to clean the spunk out when the bed squeaked and tilted again, "Heeeey, Evelyn..." My pussy exploded as Alexis rammed her full length inside me instantly, "Ooooh, you wretched girl... you let Aubrey fuck you with no condom? What a slut!" Alexis was nothing like Aubrey when it came to pounding pussy, she wasn't at all long or thick and relied on her hand fondling my balls to bring me off within a few minutes. Once that was done she fucked me with businesslike efficiency and jumped out in front of me, putting her dick between my lips and unloading her pent up sperm right into my mouth without a word of warning. Finished, she pulled herself from my mouth, shook off the excess spit and cum, then she was gone like lightning, shutting the lights off behind her. The next two girls were ninjas, pounding me hard and fast and deep, but giving no clues as to their identities. I was so well-fucked by that point, I couldn't even tell if they wore condoms or not. Afterwards I was allowed to sleep, with the only interruption being a girl who slipped under the covers that had been placed over me by a Good Samaritan, wrapped her lips around my cock and gave me a slow, warm blowjob, moaning as I leaked precum into her mouth. She didn't come from under the covers and shook my hand off her head when I tried to force her to go faster, but went on for close to a half-hour, steadily sucking the whole time, until I couldn't hold back any longer and I nutted in her mouth. I felt her swallow as I blasted off a full night's worth of bottled up seed, moaning with her lips still leisurely slurping my four inches. Once I was completely, utterly drained, her soft mouth licked me clean, and then she slipped from under the covers like a penguin sliding off the ice, leaving without another word. I wanted to thank her, but was still exhausted from the night's ordeal and drifted back into a deep sleep. It was Aubrey that woke me up in the morning, her hands having pressed my tits together so she could nurse on my nipples simultaneously. I had to admit I felt annoyed, but gradually the stimulation had the desired effect, "Aubrey..." Her mouth came off my breasts in a flash, "The answer is yes," she cut me off, "But I want you to do the work this time. Ride me." I was so excited, I didn't even realize what a bad idea it was to post up over her, squatting down and deftly maneuvering that juicy girlmeat between my legs, her hands on my hips to encourage me as I struggled pleasantly trying to her engorged crown inside. Just when I had it a bit inside, Aubrey slammed me down, impaling me on her dick. I shrieked like a banshee and fell atop her, only to be met with a sharp rebuke, "Nuh-uh girly, you're gonna ride this dick, now get up and get to bucking." Slowly, inhaling deep mouthfuls of air as I went, I got back up on her and started working my hips, back and forth at first, gradually working her deeper at a controlled pace. For her part, she simply laid back and accepted the pace I was giving her, only pausing to make quiet sounds of pleasure when I took a particularly thick inch or rolled my hips in a circular motion to pleasure her. The creamy excess of my pussy was dripping down on her; it filled my nose with the smell of hot, raunchy sex. I felt like a used-up streetwalker and started bouncing up and down, my boobs flapping about, our skin smacking together, "C'mon girly, faster, ride this dick... I thought blondes were supposed to be better, huh? Fuck me harder if you wanna get this nut." I wanted to get that nut, so I started bucking faster and faster, the sheen of sweat covering my body and dripping off onto Aubrey. She didn't appear to mind... or even notice. Instead her attention was focusing on fondling and groping and slapping my breasts, along with occasional bouts of nipple twisting. Suddenly, without warning, I felt myself cumming, not like the string of mini-orgasms I'd had throughout the night, but a big "O." It was like having pleasurable release explode from my core, expanding to my limbs and returning back like a tide to wash back over my being. I didn't make a sound, my body seized up and shuddered involuntarily, my pussy gripping Aubrey inside me, my hips moving on their own to a dramatic series of bounds. I stayed right on her dick the whole time. It was only after I realized she'd blown her was inside for a second time, her cream leaking from between my slightly gaping pussy. I flopped back on the bed, put my hands on my face and fell back asleep. *** Intellectually, I know nothing good can come of sending Aubrey a dick pic. There is literally no series of events that ends in a good way. But here I am, staring at her number on my phone, picture loaded onto a very simple text: "thinkin of u right now" I listen for the voice of the angel of my better nature. I only hear my empty house. I press send and off it goes. Thinking of Aubrey has added a sense of delightful inspiration to my masturbation. I reach down and cup my balls, juggling and squeezing them while watching my pecker bounce around happily, dripping precum all over itself. I purse my lips together and blow softly, adding the feeling of cool air on my little donger and reminding me of reckless adventures in public exhibition and fucking. Just as I can't stand it any longer and begin to reach for my cock, my phone vibrates against the couch, announcing a return text from Aubrey. "sexy" Before I can be annoyed at her laconic response, a second text arrives. There are no words, only an attached image. I can't quite make out the thumbnail but click on it anyway biting my lip as the picture loads in a grainy format before finally resolving into something crisp and recognizable. The background is clearly a nice office, two bookcases off to the side, the corner of a large desk visible. There is a leg... more like just a thigh really, half-way covered by what appears to be a grey skirt. I look closer for clues when there is another vibration and another picture to be loaded. This one is a bit more provocative; the skirt is a few inches raised, showing where the thigh-high pantyhose end, milk chocolate skin visible. I lick my lips and deliberately pitch my weenie against my belly, the wet slap leaving a hanging string of precum attached near my belly button. Another vibration: the skirt is higher, lacy black panties now a few inches on display... along with the tip of an erection. I swallow and rapidly tap out a message: "I need more" There was an excruciating delay this time and I passed it by spitting on my dick and rubbing the wetness all around, getting down to my balls before pushing a wet finger against my perineum and tight pucker. I don't like – no, I HATE – being anally penetrated, but massaging my prostate from the outside still feels kinda good at times; makes me feel like a slut. But more importantly, Aubrey likes it, so I raise my camera, get a good angle and snap a pic of my wet balls and finger pushing into my rosebud, firing it off hastily: Envy. "look at what ur missing" There is no message forthcoming; the delay continues and I begin feeling self-conscious about the whole thing. What if Aubrey's boss walked in and she's awkwardly trying to keep the phone off his mind? What if she's just fucking with me and sharing these pics with her horny, nosy co-workers? What if – The phone vibrates again and I snatch it up with unseemly speed: "you nasty girl. good thing i am 2" There is a black box where the image should be and I tap on it. Nothing happens. I tap again and tilt my phone. I'm just about to give up when something loads briefly, then pauses with the loading icon. I shake my phone, knowing that gesture is mostly futile, but – lo and behold – it appears to work and a movie starts playing. The bottom of Aubrey's face is visible and a thick pen – no, marker – comes into frame, tracing around the girl's full, juicy lips. She's put on lip gloss for this and I find myself standing at full attention for what is about to happen. Her tongue peeks out of her mouth and licks round the marker a few times before it goes between her lips and she slurps on it, audibly. It actually looks pretty fucking hot and my pussy moistens, trailing the awakening of my pecker by a good long while. Aubrey slowly slurps on the marker for close to a minute before the video cuts out. As I go back, I realize she's sent another message, another video. This one starts with a shot up her skirt as she's sitting in her chair. Her fat dick is rigid and lying on her thigh; her plump balls covering her pussy lips before she scoots forward to bring her ass off the chair and leans back, exposing her full package to the camera. The marker slowly works its way down, lifting her balls up to further expose her slit and below it, her winking rosebud. The hand guides the marker to her backdoor and presses it against the tight, resisting entrance, working it in circles to slowly get the tip in, at which point I hear Aubrey, "Ahhh yesssss..." It is a slow process and the rest of the video shows her slowly pushing the marker a few inches up her ass. Her cock jerks upward at one point, standing straight for a brief moment before falling over to the other thigh as she gasps in pleasure. The video cuts out shortly thereafter, but there is yet another message waiting: "this what u lookin 4?" A cold sweat breaks out across my face. I do want it, but at the same time, I'm not prepared to step out on my marriage. I play it cool: "show me more" A few seconds later, she replies: "ok but i might bust if i keep goin" To help placate her, I grab my balls hard, letting the flesh squeeze between my fingers and snap a pic and send it off. A few minutes later she responds in kind: "last one, gotta get back 2 work" I tap the video and impatiently wait for it to load, flicking my dick back and forth to pass the time. When it opens, the angle has changed again, this time it is more a point-of-view shot, looking down on her cock, which is sticking straight out, while a hand works back and forth. She's moaning softly and steadily, and when her dick rolls to one side, beneath I can see that there are two markers now. One is pushed up to the cap in her ass, the other stretching her further and being pumped in and out slowly. A string of precum is trailing off her dick, presumably falling to the floor. It's entirely too hot for me to watch idly so I grip my pecker again, jerking it hard and fast as Aubrey doubles-up on her butt. Everything about this turns me on: the raunchy forbidden nature, the feel of my little cock while wet with spit and precum, the tiny sting of my hand smacking my nuts as I stroke fast and hard, my stiff nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of my shirt. Everything. I pick up my phone and position it for one last shot. My hand is a blur on my cock, jerking it firmly, a few drops of precum going sailing across the living room as the head wobbles madly. Doing my level best to keep my hand steady, I start recording and throw my head back, groaning loudly and pacing myself even more quickly than before. It isn't long before I pop, a thick load blowing into my palm as my toes curl and my teeth grind together in decadent release. The phone still recording, I show off my hand, dripping with a vacuous splatter of semen. Then I flip it around and bring it whole mess to my hand, licking it desperately and blowing a kiss to the camera before stopping. With my clean hand, I fire the video off to Aubrey, then lie back. I let the sweat on my arm and forehead cool me as it dries and my lungs take in big mouthfuls of air. I've been at this for over an hour now and feel ready for a nap. But just as I pull my sweatpants up and close my eyes, the phone vibrates: "damn girly. u need dick in your life lol. how about meets?" Reading the message twice, I nearly panic at the prospect of being forced to decide. I set the phone down and stand up, then sit back down and pick the phone up to look at the message again. And I repeat the process. Several times, actually. I know myself, I know what's in my head, I don't want to do this, but I know I'm going to do it. In a vague way, I wonder what Aubrey will do to me and I take the phone in both hands... having forgotten that my right is a sticky mess. Cursing myself for being silly, I stomp into the kitchen and quickly rinse my hand off, angrily scrubbing with dish soap before reaching over to the paper towel rack and yanking a piece off like a lotto ticket. Naturally it rips, but I make do with the quarter-piece and damp hands to return to the living room, stopping a few feet away from my phone. I'm looking at it like it is a piece of the forbidden fruit, grappling with myself for close to a minute before I ever so slowly extend one foot, then the other. The message is still displayed and I gingerly take it into my hands. I'm going to do it. I'm really going to do this. My hands type furiously, quickly banging out a message before a sudden crash breaks me out of my trance. Lena and Leon come screaming into the living room, fresh off the school bus and diving on the couch to wrestle for control the remote. I can see so much of Thereza and Martel in them... it irritates me to no end, even though I know it is irrational to take it out on the children. But then Giselle cautiously peers around the corner, quiet and introverted and moody and temperamental, so much like me... I know I've dodged a bullet today, a big one. The odds aren't on my side and I idly think of what it is like to be divorced, wondering if I could make a fresh start and a new life. But it is just an idle thought and I push it out of my head as I lift Giselle up and carry her to her room, comforting her with soft words as she clings to me for attention. And I to her.