And that’s the way my life went for a while. By the end of the month, all eight of my friends had been balls deep inside my wife. Most of them, like Rodney, were repeat customers.
I walked in on her and my friend, Jacob, fucking on the washer machine in the garage. Being married, I think he did it more out of peer pressure than anything else. With arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, Tia moaned harshly in his ear. I slammed the door shut and waited for them to finish.
I really started to feel like William H. Macy’s character, Little Bill, in the movie Boggie Nights. Nina Hartley played his slutty wife. But unlike Little Bill, I was feeling neither homicidal nor suicidal.
“When am I going to get some?” I asked, standing beside the bed with a raging hard cock. She was sitting up, flipping through a magazine.
“When you eat a creampie,” she said without looking up. I was floored, flabbergasted! Here I stood before her, my cock and balls aching for a release, and the only way it seemed I was going to get one, was to eat a friend’s cum.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I nearly screamed, but Tia was unphased. “I need sex and you’re…you’re…” I began to stammer for my words. “Who could I get to fuck you this time of night?”
“You can ask either Rick or Jethro.” Rick being the husband of Marcia, the woman who interrupted us the night that Jethro was fucking her on the back deck. Those two had sex on our daybed in the spare bedroom.
I couldn’t believe it! I was actually entertaining the idea! And what’s more, she and I looked at the clock at the same damn time! Incensed with anger, I stormed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. For several agonizing minutes, I weighed my options. It was either sex or no sex. I had catapulted us into this world when I sent in those pictures.
Throwing on a pair of shorts, I stepped out the door. Standing on the sidewalk, I looked to Rick and Marcia’s house. A light was on in the living room. And in hindsight, it would have been better had I gone there. However, in the moment, I couldn’t imagine saying to Marcia, “Hey, Marcia! Do you mind if your husband comes over and fucks my wife?”
I looked to Jethro’s house. Despite being mostly dark, I knew Jethro to be a bit of a night owl. So I headed for his door. My heart beat like a bomb in my chest. Part of me hoped that he would be asleep, not home, or simply decline my offer. To my knowledge, he and Tia had gotten together a few times since the back deck.
When he answered the door, he seemed genuinely surprised to see me. “Hey, Cliff! What’s up?” He stepped out onto the patio and shook my hand in the jive sort of way where you lock your hands at the thumb. Even now, I was almost too nervous to ask.
“Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to come over and, uh, you know, have sex with Tia.” It seemed preposterous to ask another man such a thing. But yet, there I stood in my neighbor’s front lawn, at a quarter past midnight, asking him that very thing. Jethro grinned, stuck his tongue in his cheek, and appeared to roll it over in his mind.
“Can I cum in her?” he asked after a moment.
“Sure,” I replied with minor hesitation.
“Okay. Let me get my shoes,” he said and stepped back inside. For several long moments, I waited. But once again that evening, I was stunned. Not only had Jethro left his house with the intent to go to mine and fuck my wife, but three of his friends, too.
“This is a hot bitch! And a great fuck!” he was telling them. All four men were about the same age. “She likes it a little rough, so slap her around a bit!”
“Can we cum in her?” one of them asked.
I stood there in numb silence as the last man entered my home. Upstairs in the bedroom was Tia. Had she gotten ready, freshened up? What would her reaction be to four men preparing to run a train on her? Four men who were equally prepared to treat her a little bit rough.
In a month, my wife had managed to fuck ten men. By night’s end, I could add three more to that tally.
As he sat in the kitchen, pouring back shots of whiskey, he had to remind himself that it was only sex. They were only having sex. Fucking, as they say! Even as he heard her screaming from down the hallway, he had to remind himself that it was only sex. His wife wouldn’t leave him for the lead guitarist of a traveling band, would she?
It all happened on a night that was the bookend to a terribly long work week for the both of us. Usually, my wife, Hollie, and I would finish out the week on the couch with some mixed drinks once the kids went to bed. But on this night, she had brought home a couple joints a friend had sold her. Don’t get the wrong impression; we aren’t potheads, we don’t smoke it all the time.
Just every once in a while.
Soon after smoking one, we found ourselves on our Amazon Showtime subscription, perusing any new softcore porn movies. There weren’t any.
We found one we’d seen before, but we both liked it, so we clicked on it. The opening sex scene, which took a few minutes to get to, was of a man and wife having sex in their bedroom while the gardner watched from outside the window. I could tell that with the combination of the Marijuana and the porno, Hollie was getting a little hot under the collar.
“Have you ever wanted to do that?” she asked finally. By now the guy was fictitiously ramming the broad in doggy style.
“Have sex in doggy? Yeah, we do every time.” Hollie scoffed with impatience at my sarcasm.
“No! Having sex in front of someone. Or, you know, doing something naughty in public.” Truth be told, the thought had occurred to me. But I guess I had been afraid of what Hollie might say had I said something.
“Yeah, now that you mention it,” I replied, “I have fantasized about other men seeing your tits.” The corners of Hollie’s lips curled up into a salacious smirk. It was the type of smile that put you in the mind of the mischievous Cheshire Cat.
“Really?” she purred as she laid her hand upon my thigh. She began to rub my thigh, inching her way closer to my hardening cock. “It wouldn’t make you jealous if I flashed a group of guys?”
“It’d make me a little jealous, I suppose.” I stifled a moan just as her fingernails grazed the head.
“And what if they wanted to fondle my tits?” she asked. Her fingernails were now dragging long, tender lines up the shaft of my cock. “Would you let them!”
I let go of a deep breath. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Oh, I think you would!” Hollie deepened her voice into a sultry tone. Her full, pink lips were a mere few inches from my face. “In fact, I think you’d let them play with my pussy!”
By now, her hand was up my shorts, and her long, skinny fingers were wrapped around the shaft. Gently, tugging it, she played out a scenario of what I would do if such a situation would occur and how far I would let it go. The heaviness of the buzz was coming upon me, and I could feel myself getting close. Hollie could sense it and pulled back. Squeezing the base as hard as she could, Hollie held on until the sensation had passed.
“Okay,” she said, taking her seat back on the couch. “How are we supposed to get into this exhibition thing?”
I was too flabbergasted beyond words. What had gotten into? Where had this woman been this whole time? Is that what she ultimately wanted? Was she wanting to have sex with other men?
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I guess we just pick something and go with it.”
“Like how?”
I looked down at my phone and got into my Door Dash app. “Food will be here in less than five minutes. Says the driver’s name is Reggie.”
“Reggie? Sounds black! You want me to show my tits to him?”
I thought about it a moment.
“What happened to that worn-out old shirt of yours?” Hollie’s eyebrows arched, and it was like she could read my mind.
“It’s in my closet. Do you want me to put it on?”
“Yes!” I cried excitedly. Hollie jumped up from the couch, giddy as a school girl, and ran down the hall to our bedroom. When she came back down the with the shirt on, my cock was instantly hard again. The thin fabric hung perfectly off her tits and her nipples stuck straight out.
“How does it look?” She finally asked. I stood and dropped my shorts. I was so hard at the thought of another man seeing my wife’s tits. For the first time since we had been married, another man was going to know what her tits looked like. “Oh my! Easy, tiger!” she said, grabbing my shaft again and giving it a gentle tug.
My phone dinged. I picked it up and saw that the driver was just outside.
“You better hurry!” I said. Hollie walked to the front door as calmly as she could. When the doorbell rang, she quickly opened it. There was the typical exchange of pleasantries, and by the sound of the guy’s voice, I could tell he was black.
He handed her the food and said, “you have a great set of tits!”
“Oh! Thank you!” Hollie said. Neither of us was expecting her to receive a compliment.
“You’re welcome.” There was a moment of awkward silence, and it was a moment that one would expect the customer to close the door. But Hollie didn’t do that. “Why don’t you lift your shirt for me?”
If you’re reading this, allow me to give you some perspective as to where Hollie and I were in relation to each other. The room I was in is what we call the lounge. It has a small TV, stereo, tables, two chairs and a couch. It is basically where she and I go to relax. The lounge is in the back corner of the house, opposite the front door.
So it wasn’t like I was less than five from her.
“Y-you want me to lift my shirt?”
“Well, yeah! I mean–what is it but a few seconds?”
“Um, okay,” Hollie responded hesitantly. “Let me just go set my food down, okay?”
“Sure.”
I was still sitting on the couch when she came hurrying into the lounge. The nervousness on her face was unmistakable. Not wanting to alert the guy that someone was in the home with her, she mouthed the words he wants to see my tits to me. Go ahead, I urged her. Hollie looked back to the front door anxiously. I could plainly see the great battle raging within her.
“Hey! You still there?! You ain’t gonna leave me hangin’, are you?!”
“Um, no! Just give me a sec!” Hollie pulled the shirt up over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Next, she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her leggings and pushed them and her panties to the floor. Now, my wife was completely naked in front of me.
What the fuck are you doing? I mouthed to her. But Hollie was wound tighter than a rubber band, so she didn’t answer me. Barefoot, she walked back to the front door.
“Woo-hoo!” I heard the man cry from the front door. “Goddamn, girl! I just wanted to see your tits! But that’ll definitely work!”
My mind was reeling, trying to comprehend what was going on. We had gone from watching a soft core porno to Hollie standing completely naked in front of a complete stranger. It reminded me that dumb shit is done and bad decisions are when under the influence. I went back my phone, I clicked on the app and saw the husky black man standing on my front porch while he rubbed his crotch. I could only see a portion of Hollie’s body. Unexpectedly, he loosened his belt and began to open the fly of his shorts.
“Um…what’re you doing?”
“Showing you my dick! Returning the favor! You ever seen a black man’s dick before?”
“No-no I haven’t,” Hollie replied nervously. Before she could say another word, a thick slab of meat was hanging out from the man’s fly. “Oh, my god!”
“Pretty nice, huh?” The driver was rubbing himself and smiling at her like an idiot.
“Yes, um, very nice.” From the camera, I could see her turn to look inside the house. In fact, she was looking all over the place. I could tell that she was now feeling uncomfortable.
“Do you want to grab it?” This time, I could tell that Hollie was about to explode. As she explained to him why she was doing this and that I was somewhere inside the house, I could see her hands shaking. The guy was rock hard now and was still rubbing himself and still smiling at her. “Well, I’m sure he’s not far away, is he? I mean, if he thought you were in danger or didn’t want you to touch my cock, he’d be here by now, wouldn’t he?”
Fidgeting where she stood, Hollie looked back inside the house and around the neighborhood. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking. It was like we had gone from all intents and purposes of being a pretty conservative couple, to exhibitionism, to having an open marriage. Like an idiot, I just sat there. Hollie reached inside the doorway and turned off the porch lights and closed the door begind her. All I could see were dark shadows and the distant glimmer of street lights.
Hollie and this stranger were now shrouded in darkness. Despite the darkness, I could see her taking hold of his root with one hand, and I could still hear them via the microphone. Only crickets and Hollie’s shuddering breaths could be heard. Something inside me couldn’t help it. Instead of going to the front door, throwing it open and demanding what the fuck was going on, I selected the record option, sat there on the couch and stroked my dick.
“What do you think?” he asked her.
“It’s really big,” she replied quietly.
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” she quietly agreed.
“Bigger than your husband’s, I imagine. Take hold of it with both hands, girl! Don’t be shy!” She did just that. Which, in turn, required her to stand a little closer to him. While Hollie squeezed and pulled his root, the guy played with her tits like they were two balls of dough.
I don’t know what it was, maybe it was the dope in our systems, maybe it was my wife doing something naughty, maybe it was a combination of both, but I just sat there, rubbing my dick and watching the phone screen like a zombie.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she chuckled nervously.
“What’s that? Touched a black man? Or touched a black man while your husband was inside the house?”
“Both!” Hollie giggled.
“He must not be that concerned,” Reggie said. “Why don’t you try sucking on it?”
“I don’t know if I can do that,” she chuckled nervously again and shifted from one foot to the other. “This is the most I’ve done with a guy since we got married.”
“YOLO, baby! YOLO!”
Hollie stopped tugging on his cock for a moment. She looked out to the street, then to the doorbell camera. Meanwhile, inside the house, my body felt as though it were on fire, and my legs felt incredibly weak. I was certain that if I stood to put a stop to this, I would go crashing to the floor. I focused on the camera and watched as my wife went to the nearest chair and grabbed a cushion. She tossed it down on the cold concrete at the black man’s feet. And without so much as a word, she took hold of his pipe, and sucked him into her mouth.
“That’s it, baby! Suck the black cock.” She must’ve tried to take too much into her mouth, because she started gagging and coughing. “Whoops! Gotta learn how to suck it, baby! This ain’t no white boy’s dick! Don’t worry, I’ll teach you!”
Teach her? What the fuck did that mean? I continued watching the screen while Hollie sucked and stroked and licked every inch of his shaft. Finally, with a subdued groan, his cock exploded in her mouth. When she tried to pull away, he pulled her head back to him.
“Let me cum in your mouth, baby! Yeah, that’s it! Keep sucking!” She sucked until his cock hung loosely between his legs. After that, she looked like another submissive white girl kneeling in front of a black man. “You like that, baby? Tell the truth!”
Hollie wiped cum from her chin, and I heard her sweet voice say, “yeah, it was fun. I liked it!”
“That’s good! You know, I can still put this inside your pussy so’s you know what a nigga’s dick feels like,” he said this while shaking it at her.
“That sounds awfully tempting, but I’ll have to give it a hard pass tonight.” Hollie stood and tossed the pillow onto the chair. “Have a good night, Reggie “
“Here’s my card. Call me when you want to try black cock.” He stuffed his meat back inside his shorts, turned and went to his car.
In just a short moment, she was back inside the house, standing in the entryway to the lounge. Globs of thick cream covered her face, neck, and tits. We stared at each other dumbfounded.
Walking into the building that day, Nicole was a self-conscious train wreck. It wouldn’t take an expert to notice that she wasn’t wearing a bra. And her nipples constantly rubbing against the soft fabric of her scrub top, kept them permanently erect. Her D-cup tits bounced a little bit more. And who wasn’t going to miss the lack of panty lines?
To help herself feel a little more comfortable, she donned a scrub jacket. Raymond’s call light was certain to go off sooner or later. He never called much, but he was on her assigned list for the day. She had been on the floor a matter of minutes when his alarm sounded.
Walking down the long hall was like a prisoner heading towards his execution. Her stomach was a tangle of knots. Nicole opened his door and stepped inside his room. Raymond smiled broadly at her.
“Shut the door,” he said.
In the lion’s den, Nicole said to herself as she did so. After having been with the same man for the last twelve years, it was strange to know that another man knew what she looked like naked. She stood apprehensively in the middle of the room.
“What can I do for you, Raymond?” Nicole asked in as pleasant a tone as she could summon.
“I think you know what I want,” he said while sliding his shorts down. His big cock slapped his belly. “I want to see your ass, tits and pussy! Now!”
The scowl on his face told her that it would be in her best interest to do as she was told. Nicole looked over to the small, round table and to the miniature grandfather clock sitting atop it. That was where the secret camera must be, she reasoned.
Why was he doing this? It was definitely leverage, from what she had experienced that morning. Was he going to continue to blackmail her?
She lifted her top up over her chest and pushed her pants down to mid thigh. Raymond leaned forward in his chair and beckoned for her to come closer. His hands were calloused and caused goosebumps to rise up on her skin. They went from her tits, down her midsection, her hips, ass, thighs, and finally, her snatch.
“Please, Raymond!” Nicole moaned, “why are you doing this to me?!” Nicole bit her bottom lip and watched in horror as he ran his hand back and forth over her cunt. Two fingers had parted her labia and had her throbbing clit pinched between them.
He looked up at her with a scornful glare; as if asking why was a man besides her husband, busy molesting her snatch, was so wrong. “Because you’re a slut and this is what sluts do!”
Nicole fought hard to keep from crying out. She was close to cumming, and the way it felt, she would be releasing a waterfall. As if being able to sense her impending doom, Raymond pulled his hand back. They stared into each other’s eyes. Maybe he was right, maybe she was a slut. Her chest was heaving and her knees wobbled.
“Now, let me see that ass!” Nicole turned around. Her pussy was soaked, her thighs were twitching and her clit was throbbing. To her chagrin, she hadn’t achieved orgasm. Raymond grabbed her cheeks and split them apart. “Arch your back, stick out your ass! That’s it!” Nicole took in a sharp breath of air when she felt his warm tongue up her asshole.
Licking around the exterior of her anus, Raymond eventually worked his way to focus on the hole. She clenched her teeth tightly together; it had been years since her husband had done this. She had forgotten how good it felt. Raymond licked up her crack, and back down; up her crack and back down. “Bend over and grab your ankles!” he instructed in a low tone. Again, she did as she was told, and knowing what he was about to do, she tried relaxing her ass. But her best efforts weren’t enough to prepare her his long, thick finger.
She groaned in pain and discomfort as his finger slipped deeper and deeper into her ass. Once she felt his knuckles meet her cheeks, she took a moment to breathe. Surely Raymond could feel her rectum spasm on his finger while he wiggled it like a fishing lure inside her. Then came the true asshole finger fucking!
Raymond began to roughly thrust his middle finger deep inside her. She covered her mouth with her hand when his other hand came up and was once again, molesting her clit.
“Get your hand back on your ankle!” Raymond growled. Before she knew it, she again, was holding her ankle.
“Please!” she cried in a raspy voice. “I don’t want to get caught!”
Raymond suddenly stopped. His middle finger had come out clean. He reached for a sanitation wipe, and cleaned his hands. Meanwhile, Nicole had quickly stood back, up and had nearly fallen over with dizziness. Somehow, she was able to maintain her balance as she stared in disbelief at the bearded biker leering at her. His cock was twitching.
“Did you cum?!”
“No!” she replied, breathless. “I almost did though!”
“Good! You don’t cum until I fuck you tonight!” Nicole stood paralyzed in front of him. Beads of pussy juice were running down her inner thighs. “I’ll call you back later to do something else for me! Now get the fuck out of here!”
It was early in the morning when Nicole woke up to find that she not only had a friend request on Facebook, but a message request from Raymond. She accepted his friend request and opened her messenger. What she read caused blood to rush to her face and her hands to tremble.
Send me some nudes, it simply read.
I don’t know if I’m comfortable doing that, she sent back.
She set her phone down and went about her business of getting her children ready for school. Nicole and Heath had met during their senior year in high school through a mutual friend. Heath was a transplant from another district. From the outset, Nicole’s parents knew that Heath was trouble. He drank, smoked and hung out with the wrong crowd. A week to the day, Heath had become responsible for Nicole’s virginity in his father’s backyard while his uncle watched from an upstairs window. About fifteen minutes of pumping, an orgasm and creampie later, and the pairing had conceived their first child.
Well, the child is believed to be Heath’s, at least. That’s a story for another time.
After she had gotten her three kids on the bus, Nicole checked her phone. There was a single message. Send them! was all it said.
‘Send them’, she wondered to herself, was that an order? Before she could question him on it, another message came through. This time a video. And to her horror, she saw herself standing next to Raymond’s bed, jerking his cock. Raymond exclaimed that he was going to cum, and a moment later, his dick was in her mouth.
Send me the nudes…or this video goes viral!
Nicole cried and dropped her phone. Could this be true? Was this really happening to her? She had her reservations about sending nude pictures of herself to a relatively random stranger; he sends them to one person, he sends them to five, they send them to ten more each a piece, and the next thing you know, her naked body is coming up in web searches. Not to mention, a possible criminal investigation.
Why are you doing this?!?!?!?! she texted back.
Because I want to see what I’ll be putting my dick inside tonight!!!!
Nicole picked up her phone and sat down on the living room couch. It didn’t seem she had a choice. Either by her sending him nudes or by her getting naked his room, he was going to have evidence on camera. Frantically, she searched back through her messages with Heath on a day when she was trying to seduce him. It was meant as something to satisfy Raymond for the time being.
The first picture was of her moist, pink pussy and the second one was of her tits. Nicole watched as the messages immediately went through and were quickly viewed.
What the fuck are these?!?!?!?
Her hands trembled wildly as she struggled for an answer. What did he mean? They were pictures of her tits and pussy.
What do you mean? They’re my pictures.
You could have gotten these anywhere off the internet. I want live pictures…better yet….
No sooner had the message been received, when he began video calling. “Oh, my god!” she squeaked. Nicole ran to the bathroom to examine herself in the mirror. She pulled her hair back out of her face and clipped it into a messy bun. Next, she wiped the tears away from her eyes. Snatching her phone off the sink, she pressed the icon to answer.
“Well, hello there!” Raymond said joyfully, as if he hadn’t just been blackmailing her for nudes. “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to answer.” Nicole forced a smile. “Are you alone in your house?”
“Yes!” she nodded her head. What was perceived as enthusiasm by Raymond, was actually adrenaline coursing through her body.
“Where are you?”
“Um…in my bathroom.”
“Perfect! Turn the camera around so I can see you naked in the mirror.” Nicole was certain that he could see the camera shaking as she stared at her reflection. “Take the robe off!” he instructed her. She said a silent prayer as she untied the sash and slipped the robe off one shoulder, then the next. The look of astonishment on Raymond’s face was almost enough to make her laugh. “Good God! You’re so fucking sexy! I love thick women!”
“Thanks,” she said with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.
“I also love the pussy hair! Do you not shave?”
“Just the bikini line. I haven’t shaved since I cut the lip a couple years ago.”
“Nice. Now let’s see the back!”
Turning the camera back to face her, Nicole turned her back to face the mirror and lifted the phone over her shoulder. When she looked at the screen, she was met with the image of Raymond’s cock. He was stroking it.
“I can’t wait to cum inside you tonight!” Raymond moaned. Nicole felt her heart skip a beat. The last guy to creampie her pussy besides Heath may have gotten her pregnant.
“No, you can’t!” she cried. “I can still get pregnant!”
Suddenly, they were staring at each other’s face. The unscrupulous expression and the way he delivered the next sentence sent chills down her spine.
“I’m going to fill your pussy! Don’t wear a bra or panties!” The line went dead and Nicole collapsed to the floor.
This reminded her of another time she had to do something she didn’t want to.
Walking out of work that night, Nicole desperately tried to comprehend what she had done. Even though she had washed it down with a bottle of Coca-Cola, she could still taste his cum on her tongue, and could still feel the slimy substance sliding down her throat. It felt as if a thousand pairs of eyes were watching her. And despite the fact that patients rooms didn’t have cameras, she was paranoid that someone, somewhere was watching.
She hurried to her car and jumped into the driver’s seat. Nicole yanked her phone out of her pocket. She selected Raymond’s name out of her contacts, and backed out. Selected it again, and backed out. Laying her head back against the headrest, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Raymond had spent the last few weeks recuperating at the facility she worked in. He’d busted his leg in a motorcycle accident. From the first time she met him, there seemed to he a connection between the two. Conversation was friendly and easy going. During one of the times that Nicole was washing him up, Raymond had said, “I’m glad a pretty girl like you is touching my junk.”
Being slightly taken aback, Nicole had expected a comment like that from an old man in his 80s, not from someone in his mid-forties and barely ten years older than her. And then came a few days ago.
By now, Raymond was able to walk some and bear a little weight on his leg, but not much. Nicole had washed and dried him and was busy divulging she and her husband’s marital woes, when Raymond asked that she put some lotion on him. Thinking back on it later, the words he had used were “cock and balls.” Nicole obliged him, and continued talking.
Hardly any time had passed at all when she noticed his phallus beginning to inflate. It grew longer and thicker in her hands. Smiling, Raymond laid his head back on his pillow, and closed his eyes. Nicole realized even then, that she should have stopped and reported his behavior, but his cock was so mesmerizing. It had been months since she and her husband had had sex. Besides, she was able to grasp it with both hands and have room spare. She jerked and massaged his shaft with both hands; each hand turned in a different direction.
“That feels so good, Nicole,” he groaned, “you have no idea!” Nicole didn’t say anything. She wanted to get him off and get out of the room. True, Raymond wasn’t mentally incapacitated, but she was a caregiver, not a hand job giver. Suddenly, his back arched, and his groaning became deeper. His hips were now thrusting upward and Nicole knew he was about to cum. “Put your mouth over the head, or I’m gonna cum all over the place!”
Nicole hesitated, unsure of what to do. Raymond grunted in frustration and pulled her head down to him. Nicole cried out in surprise but instinctively opened her mouth. She watched his body while it stiffened, and with a long moan, cum erupted from the tip like a volcano.
“Suck on it, baby! Yes! That’s it! Suck on it!” Raymond held her head in place and pushed her mouth further down his shaft until every last drop had been emptied from his balls.
Horrified at what she had done, Nicole was soon standing beside the bed, wiping cum away from her lips and chin with a tissue. She and Raymond shared a moment of awkward silence. Pulling the covers up over him, he said, “now I can sleep well tonight.”
“You…you’re not gonna tell anyone I did that, are you?” she asked with a quivering tone.
“What would be the point in me telling anyone? Goodnight, Nicole.” Raymond brought his left arm up and wedged his forearm under his pillow. Nicole quickly cleaned up her mess and left the room. When she had made it down to the nurse’s station, his cum was still oozing down her throat.
She finished out the rest of her shift paranoid that someone may have been standing outside the door, perhaps listening to Raymond groan as she jerked him off. But that wasn’t the thing that bothered her the most. It was the heartless way he dismissed her. Goodnight? Granted, she hadn’t given him pussy, but what she did do could cost her her license.
Not only that, she was now horny. A dark stain had formed on her scrub pants long before she pulled into the driveway. Rushing inside, and to the bedroom, Nicole wondered what the next day would hold in store.
My neighbor’s name is Jethro. And as you might have guessed, he’s quite a bit older than Tia and I. Old enough to be our father. He had moved in a few months before and I’d only had a few conversations with him in passing. Jethro always wore a flamboyant Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts.
I guess it’s a habit he picked up traveling the world, taking pictures of exotic places and women. He has a full head of hair; salt and pepper colored, and skin bronzed by the sun. He has the build of a marathon runner, but the cock of a horse.
When I came back home after running to the liquor store, I found Jethro laid out on a lounge chair and Tia riding his cock. Tia’s supple ass cheeks jiggled every time she came down hard on his lap. She was moaning wildly and cussing profusely.
“Yes! Yes! God damn it! God damn it! God damn it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Neither one said anything to me when I stepped onto the deck. I went over to where I was sitting before and poured myself a shot of whiskey. I watched for several minutes while she rode this freak of nature.
Finally, she came to a stop, fully impaled on his meat. There wasn’t a pore in her body that wasn’t running over with sweat. She began grinding her hips on his cock and rubbing her clit with her fingers.
“Is this what you had in mind when you sent in those pics, baby?” she asked, leering over at me.
“Not exactly,” I said. I felt humiliated. Not only had she fucked two of my friends, but she was now fucking my neighbor. And he was her second one in a single day. I wasn’t even allowed to take out my cock and play with it while I watched.
“I’m glad you did!” Jethro said while he played with her tits. “Your wife has a great pussy!”
“Thanks!” I said sarcastically. Tia glared at me as she got off his lap and laid down beside him with her back toward him. She lifted her right leg high and Jethro pushed into her once more; he didn’t stop until he was balls deep. Like a weakling, I sat there and watched while this basic stranger pumped his cock in and out of my wife’s pussy.
“Shit! I think this is the biggest cock I’ve ever had! There’s no more room in my pussy!He’s fucking my pussy so deep, baby! God, yes!”
Tia reached down and began to vigorously rub her clit. By this time, the afternoon was fading into evening, and I knew my neighbors on the other side would be coming home soon. Rick and Marcia are a likable couple. Whereas Rick is more reserved, Marcia is more outgoing. If it hadn’t been for Tia’s incessant moaning, I would have heard the creak of the gate hinges and the clop of heels on cobblestone.
“What’s going on over here?! You guys watching a porno or something?!” I jumped as if electrocuted in my chair, and to my great horror, turned to see Marcia standing there with a look of utter shock on her face. “Oh, my god!”
It wasn’t easy, but Tadd got through the ordeal of watching his bookie fuck his wife. Listening to her moans and strident cries, Tadd regretted blowing the rent money on gambling. But, then again, he couldn’t deny the erotic power of Brittany giving herself to another guy.
“You want me to cum in her, Tadd?” the bookie taunted.
“Fuck, yes!” Brittany cried.
“I want to hear him say it,” the bookie said.
“Tell him! Tell him, you dumb fuck!” she moaned.
Lowering his head, his chin touching his chest, Tadd said in a meager voice, “please, cum inside her.”
A few years ago, my wife decided she wanted to go into real estate. She got her brokers license and started out with a local real estate company. She was making good money for a while, but when the market turned sour, she hit a rough patch like everyone else.
I was surprised when she left the agency she was with. It wasn’t really the right time to start her own business, but she’s really turned it around. I honestly don’t know how she does it. She hasn’t sold that many properties, but she’s making tons of money doing “consulting services” for buyers.
I didn’t even know this was a thing, but she gets people to pay her just to show them houses and apartments. I guess it’s mostly people who want to invest in real estate, guys that are looking to buy an apartment or a house and rent it out. She said that’s why they always come alone–their wives don’t need to see the place.
She gets a lot of repeat business and tons of referrals from happy customers. They pay her a few hundred dollars and she’ll spend an hour or two showing them all sorts of stuff. One of my coworkers even used her a few times. I feel bad for taking his money, but he said it was totally worth it and he’ll use her again soon.
She’s gotten so busy that she’s even been able to hire a few of her friends, turning bored housewives into real money makers!
I wrote this story back in 2014, I believe. And it continues to be my favorite. I guess it’s the reason why I keep it. As always, my stories are erotic and extremely graphic. If that’s not your cup of tea, pass on bye.
Graveyard Night
“I’m sorry, Randall,” Ben said, laying his wife out on the bed. “I haven’t seen her this drunk in a long time.”
“Ah,” Ben’s boss said, waving away the apology. “No apologies needed, Ben. Happens to the best of us. The thing I’m concerned about is her hangover.”
“Oh, she’ll have a nasty one, I can assure you. When that happens, she rarely ever remembers anything,” Ben said, sitting beside his wife. She laid on her right side, her back to the men.
“Really?” Randall asked, gluttonous eyes staring at the pink thong that disappeared into the crack of Kristy’s heart shaped ass. Outside, the sun had begun to fade as the sound of people cheering reached the guest room on the second floor. “Ben, why don’t you go finish your volleyball game? I’ll look after Kristy.”
Ben had been in Randall’s employment since the fall of 2017. After the modular home factory had gone belly-up, Ben spent the better part of six months looking for a job. He was the manager of a McDonald’s restaurant when the pair serendipitously collided in a coffee shop. Ben was taken with not only Randall’s attire, but the confident swagger with which he carried himself. It was as if the man held the world in the palm of his hand.
“Okay,” Ben said, laying a kiss on Kristy’s hip.
Randall smiled when he heard the door latch behind him. Setting his beer down, Randall went and locked the door and pulled his swim shorts down before sitting beside the wife of his most competent agent. Pulling her black hair behind her left ear, and running his finger tips down the nape of her neck, his cock began to lift off his thigh as he reached the strings that tied in the back. Randall removed his hand from her back a few inches as she moved and moaned lightly. He knew what needed to be done and that at some point she would wake up and realize it wasn’t her husband fucking her, but right now was too early for that.
Cheers and applause signaled Ben’s return to the game; Randall had plenty of time. Taking one of the pink strings below her shoulder blades, he pulled until the knot came loose. Seeing that she was undisturbed, he pulled a string at her neck. Kristy breathed deeply as he ran his coarse hand down her side, where he gripped the string at her hip, pulling as his hand traveled down her leg. His black mast stood at full attention as he admired the curvaceous woman laying mostly naked before him.
Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, “scoot over and lay on your back.”
To his astonishment, she did. Relieving her body of the bikini top and discarding it on the floor, Randall groaned as he coveted the D-cup breasts that had nursed two children already. Untying the string on her right hip, he pulled gently; Kristy’s hips rose subconsciously. Such a beautiful woman, he thought. To be left alone with a predator like me. Randall was a predator of marriages. Times too numerous to count throughout the years, he had been responsible for at least a dozen divorces.
His affection for his most loyal and trusted employee notwithstanding, he began to grope Kristy’s succulent, firm breasts. She moaned louder this time as he toyed with her nipples, working them until they stood out like erasers. Her hands gripped his, holding him to her; her hips started a slight coital rocking, her legs pressed together.
Freeing his hands from hers, Randall climbed further onto the bed, kneeling at her feet. There was little resistance as he pried her legs apart at her knees. Taking the index and middle fingers of his left hand, Randall pulled back the folds to reveal the moist, pink flesh of her cunt. Kristy’s back arched and she whimpered as he inserted a large finger in her orifice. Sliding the index finger of his right hand in and out of her, Randall manipulated her clit with the thumb of his left; alternating patterns between circular, side-to-side to up and down.
Darkness had fallen outside, but the sounds of laughter, loud music and the pop of a volleyball could be heard. Only those who knew him extremely well would know what he was doing. Kristy moaned louder as she grasped the rails of the headboard, her pussy had begun to spasm on his fingers. Suddenly, her head pressed back hard into the pillow and her back arched, bending like a bow as Kristy let out a cry and fluid shot out of her.
Randall buried his face between her thighs, swallowing the residual squirts that followed.
“Let me know when you’re gonna do that again,” he said in a low tone, barely above a whisper. Kristy had yet to lift her head to see who her lover was.
“Okay,” she gasped as another orgasm was building. Randall’s fingers squelched inside her sopping wet snatch. He could tell she was close to squirting again; Kristy felt swollen. Her pussy clamped down on his digits, almost forcing him out of her, when she slapped his arm. Hovering only an inch from her, Randall let the ejaculate cover his face, neck and shoulders. He gulped down the acidic fluid, his thirst to taste her quenched.
Kneeling at her sex, he positioned the bulbous head of his phallus at her entrance, and pressed forward. Even as wet as what she was, Kristy was tighter than a virgin on Sunday. Even in her inebriated state, the pressure from Randall’s immense cock brought her out of her stupor, and Kristy’s eyes flew open. Kristy stared up at her husband’s boss in stunned horror as he continued to press deeper. Her grip on the hand rails tightened as pressure built inside her cunt. Randall’s large hands held her in place at the waist, his back straight, looking into her eyes as he slowly entered her.
How could he do this to her? To Ben? But what he was doing earlier with his fingers felt so good. She hadn’t cum like that in a long time. Those were his fingers, weren’t they? The alcohol induced haze began to lift as she tried to form words into a sentence.
“Randall….what…oh, fuck!” she whined, feeling the biggest cock she had ever taken now deep inside her, crowding her cervix. Pulling back, leaving only the head submerged, Randall buried himself to the hilt. Picking up speed with every swing of his hips, he could see her horrified expression erode away; replaced by that of erotic submission.
Leaning over her, he positioned himself on his fists; their eyes locking. She had relinquished her hold of the of headboard and was now digging her nails into his flexing biceps. Kristy brought her legs up, hoping to relieve the pressure brought on by Randall’s invasion; resting her feet just above his ass, nearly locking at the ankles.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Kristy was a conundrum of emotions. As she looked into Randall’s dark eyes, his hips rising and falling in her peripheral vision, images and thoughts of Ben would flood her minds eye. The volleyball games had stopped. What if he came up here? What if he walked in? Seeing Kristy on her back in the middle of the bed, gripping Randall’s biceps, her legs nearly locked at his waist, the blue comforter stained with her ejaculate, would hardly look like a case of non-consensual sex, would it?
Kristy whimpered and moaned as her body sprayed Randall with hot fluid again. “Oh, god…shit!” Kristy cried as she ejaculated again. Her body shook as if she’d been hit with a taser and her eyes rolled back in her head. “You’ve…you’ve gotta…gotta stop! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
But Randall did no such thing. He kept fucking her. For a brief cognizant moment, she was able to open her eyes, and look up at him. Instead of making noises himself, he earnestly watched her.
Throwing herself back, she covered her face to muffle the scream that would surely alert others to what she was doing. Her cunt felt swollen and hot. Every stroke of his great phallus sent waves of (un)wanted pleasure coursing through her body. The sickly, slushy sound of their bodies slapping together reverberated off the walls.
When was he going to be done?
Almost as if reading her mind, Randall pulled out. “Did you cum?” she asked.
“Not yet.”
“Are you close?”
“I’m tryin, baby. I’m tryin,” he said, lifting her up and laying her on her belly across the width of the bed. Kristy faced the wall where the door was, but more than that, she stared into a full-length mirror in disbelief as Randall mounted her.
How could she do this to Ben? How could she cheat on him? She could’ve screamed, should’ve cried. Someone surely would have-
Moaning loudly as Randall reentered her, all thoughts of her husband were washed away in a tsunami of erotic pleasure. Gripping the edge of the bed, she watched as her head bobbed in accordance with the contact of their bodies. The light from the only lamp in the room gleamed off of Randall’s shaved head; sweat dripped from his nose and puddled on her back. Music still blared from outside.
How long had he been up here? Had anyone (Ben) noticed Randall’s absence?
“Gonna squirt anymore?” he asked, his mouth only inches from her ear.
“I don’t think I have anymore left,” she said. But she was proven wrong. She could feel another orgasm building as he fucked her with a heightened sense of earnestness. He was going to cum.
Let him last until I do, she pleaded in her mind.
“Ah, Ah, Ah!” she cried. “Fuuuck, yesss!”
Hot fluid, though a smaller amount this time, stained the comforter in a different spot. Randall forced himself deeper inside her than he had before, shooting a torrent of spunk inside her womb.
“Damn, girl!” he panted, collapsing on top of her. “I’m gonna have to fuck you more often.”
Kristy’s head hung over the edge. She didn’t want to look up, didn’t want to see another man laying on her, his phallus still sliding in and out of her, albeit a little slower. Tears came to her eyes as a feeling of melancholy came over her. Randall rolled off of her and climbed off the bed.
Pulling up his shorts, he said, “Kristy, look at me.” She lifted her head, doing her best to hide her remorse. “Don’t feel guilty about this, okay? This was good, clean sex. I think Monday, your husband is going to get a fat bonus for all his hard work.”
Sweat glistened in large beads on his muscular body.
“There is something I didn’t get from you,” he said, stooping down. Pressing his lips to hers, his tongue sought out hers; Kristy returned the kiss, even placing her right hand on the side of his face to try and convey that it was all consensual.
“You can shower in there,” he said before leaving the room, pointing to the door on the adjacent wall.
The water was hot and rejuvenating as she let it run over her body. She wanted to cry, needed to cry. A man whom she had grown to respect and admire had taken advantage of her in a delicate state. But she enjoyed it, didn’t she? Kristy tried to force the tears, but none would come.
Yes, she had enjoyed it. But at what cost? Before he left, Randall reminded her that Ben was her husband, and that he would be getting a “fat bonus” for all his hard work.
Is that what it had come to? Fucking so her husband could get bonuses? Keep his job? What about when she told Randall no more? Would he blackmail her in exchange for sex?
She flexed her muscles, trying to force out the cum that he had put so deep inside her. Large white globs fell from her cunt, washing down the drain.
How would she explain it to Ben when her belly started to grow? How can you tell your husband that he may not be the father?
She tried to cry, needed to cry. But no tears would come.
The bed had been remade with a softer shade of blue comforter. Gone was her bikini, replaced by a long t-shirt. She put it on. On the nightstand was a pitcher of iced water, a plastic cup, three ibuprofen and a small pill. The blankets had been changed.
She got the message. Randall didn’t want her downstairs where she would see her husband. He wasn’t joking about fucking her in the future. He wanted her up here, away from everyone else. Pouring a glass of water, she took the pills. Turning out the light, she slid under the covers and drifted off to sleep. She wanted to cry, needed to cry. But no tears would come.
I’ve always been more adventurous when it comes to sex. Outside of doing anything sexual with another man, I’ll try just about anything. My wife, Janna, on the other hand, is quite different. Trying to get her to open up is like trying to pry open a clam shell.
So you can imagine my surprise when I successfully talked her into going to a strip club with me. Finding the perfect stripper to give Janna a lap dance and be downright naughty wasn’t exactly difficult. Her name was Amie. She has bright red hair and emerald green eyes. Amie has a body that was made for dancing.
Janna became embarrassed when Amie came over and pulled her out of the booth. She sat my wife in a chair not far from me and began dancing provocatively; first, by shaking her ass in front of her, and then straddling her leg and rubbing her cooch along her thigh. Janna’s face was beet red and she shielded her expression with her hands. She was peaking out between her fingers, of course.
People at neighboring tables watched and cheered and I could tell that Janna was getting excited. The noise ratcheted up a bit when Amie turned around, straddled Janna’s lap and shoved her tits in her face. I was painfully hard, picturing my sexy wife having sex with this lovely vixen. Over the roar of the music and the jubilant crowd, I couldn’t hear what Amie was saying to her, but I had a pretty good guess when I saw Janna’s mouth open and one of Amie’s nipples disappeared inside it.
The onlookers really seemed to enjoy this, and a few of them, drunk men, started a chant of fuck, fuck, fuck! Amie sat up from Janna’s lap, curled her fingers within the lapels of her blouse, and yanked. Plastic buttons went everywhere; one hit me on the forehead, Janna squealed in surprise and the crowd erupted. Before she could bring her hands up to her chest, Amie had the clasps between her breasts undone, and on display before twenty or more strangers, were Janna’s tits.
I was so fuckin horny watching Amie play with my wife’s tits, I could have been humping air! She got off her lap and squatted on the floor. Amie spread Janna’s legs and pushed her knees clear up to her shoulders. She was ready to lick Janna’s moist panties when a bull-necked bouncer came charging over and broke up the would-be orgy.
We didn’t hang around long after that. We’d had our fun and the obnoxious stares from fellow patrons was making Janna uncomfortable. We left soon after. On our way to my truck, we caught Amie coming out the side door. She was wearing flip-flops, shorts and a tank-top. She squealed with glee and came running over to us. My cock had deflated most of the way, and watching her succulent tits bounce, reignited my flame. She gave us both a big hug, and we spent the next few minutes talking in the parking lot.
Janna held her blouse and bra closed in tight fists. It was at that moment that I realized that she had forgotten to fasten her bra. Amie’s eyes flickered like flames, and she didn’t try to conceal the fact that she was staring at Janna’s nipples pressing against the fabric of her blouse.
“Do you mind,” Amie said, reaching for Janna’s hands slowly. “I really didn’t get a chance to in the club.” Janna looked to me and I nodded my head. Their hands came together and Janna relinquished her hold of her clothes. Exposed to the warm night air were Janna’s tits. Amie cupped both in her hands and ran her thumbs over Janna’s perky, brown nipples. “Your tits are so lovely!” Amie gushed. “Are they a D-cup?”
“Yeah,” Janna replied nervously. Amie’s mouth was on her tits; kissing, licking and sucking. Janna’s chest was heaving. She reluctantly took Amie’s head in her hands and pulled her hair out of her face. And when she got to her nipples, Janna took in a deep breath and tried very hard to not moan.
I looked around us for anyone who might be watching, but saw no one. Thankfully, the parking lot isn’t well lit. I unzipped my pants, took my dick out and began stroking. Amie was laying sloppy wet kisses all over Janna’s chest and neck, until their lips were just inches apart. I had to slow down my jerking or else I was going to cum.
The tips of Amie’s fingers were gently caressing Janna’s thighs. Then her hand slipped up her skirt. A quick second later, my wife’s eyes closed and she moaned into Amie’s mouth. Janna’s legs were shaking and threatened to collapse. I stood beside her, and bracing her back with one hand, I lifted her right leg and held it out to the side. I could see the muscles in Amie’s wrist and forearm contracting.
“Such a nice, wet pussy!” Amie’s attention was solely on my wife. “How does this feel, Janna?”
“Feels…really…good!” With her right hand, Janna reached down and took hold of my root, while her left lifted Amie’s tank-top up over her tits. Her head swiveled and rolled like a bobble-head doll. “Oh god, baby! I’m gonna cum!”
Janna’s hand left my cock and she wrapped her arms around Amie’s neck; their mouths came together tighter than an airlock. Her moans and peels of pleasure were muffled and her left leg nearly buckled completely, but I held her up. After a moment, they separated and Amie licked her fingers clean.
I could tell that Janna was aroused and embarrassed at the same time. She comes from a very conservative background, and I imagine in that moment, she felt dirty for not only allowing another woman to do things to her, but for getting turned on in the process.
I was so horny by what I just witnessed, I decided to go for broke. “My truck has a large backseat if you guys want to full around.”
Janna looked shocked. In getting her to come to a strip club with me, I was able to pry open the clam shell just a little bit with the help of a stranger.
“I’d love to have sex with her, but I think I’ve put her through enough trauma tonight,” Amie said and touched her arm gently. Their eyes locked and Janna smiled genuinely. Awkward, but genuine. “I see that you liked it,” she said and pointed down at my crotch.
I was like a giddy child on Christmas morning; so full of excitement and enthusiasm.
“It was amazing!” I gushed. Amie took a step closer to me. I think Janna and I both had the same idea, because we both looked around the parking lot at the same time. No one was looking. Amie wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began pulling on it.
“Do you mind?” Amie asked my wife. “He truly has an astounding cock!”
“Um, no. It’s okay, I guess,” my flabbergasted wife said. Her arms were folded now across her chest, and when Amie squatted down and took me into her mouth, her jaw dropped open, but she stopped short of saying anything.
I looked down in utter shock as another woman was not only sucking my cock, but doing so in front of my wife. Now, I’m not one to brag, but my cock is about eight inches long, and over six inches in circumference. Yeah, it isn’t small by any standard. And yet, here was a woman gleefully sucking my junk almost all the way down to the base. Her lipstick had rubbed off on Janna’s tits a while ago. Now her full, pink lips were wrapped tightly around my shaft.
As she took hold of my root, sucking and stroking, she looked up at me and our eyes connected. Soon, the all-too familiar tingling sensation surfaced in my thighs, where it would eventually work its way up to my balls and out my cock. My knees felt like rubber and my legs were trembling.
“I’m gonna cum!” I looked to Janna and saw a flash of anger and jealousy in her eyes. It had been so long since she had been able, much less made a valiant effort, to make me cum while sucking my dick, I had forgotten what it felt like. She watched while I sent several shots of cum into Amie’s awaiting mouth. She swallowed it, of course, and she wouldn’t allow me to put it away until she had sucked every last drop from me.
“Your cum tastes fantastic!” she said. She stood up and wiped the rest from her chin and licked it from her finger. She noticed Janna’s sour expression and said, “I hope I haven’t caused you guys any problems!” She held her hands up to her her chest, as if pleading.
“No, it’s, uh-“
“It’s okay, Amie, really. We’ve just hit a rough patch I guess in our sex life,” Janna and I shared a knowing glance. “We’re just, uh, we’re just trying to figure our way out of it.”
“Well, adding a third person is a great way to do that!” Amie said in a sprightly tone. When she said it, she pumped her heels and I couldn’t help but notice her tits bounce. “You guys have my number, so give me a call when you’re ready to take us to the next level!”
Amie stepped towards me, kissed me on the cheek and gave me a quick, but firm hug. Firm enough to press her tits against me. But when she went to Janna, she paused. Amie seemed as eager as I was about pressing her fortune. It was clear to anyone that she was bisexual and that Janna had caught her infatuation.
“Do you mind if I kiss you, Janna?”
Janna looked uncomfortable at first. She looked to me for guidance. When I didn’t give any, she said, “yeah, okay.” She barely had the words out of her mouth before Amie’s tongue was in her throat. She stiffened at first, unsure of what she was feeling and soon relaxed in Amie’s arms. What followed was one of the sloppiest, sexiest kisses I had ever seen. Their lips parted and they both giggled when Janna caught Amie’s hand up her skirt and between her thighs.
My soggy cock was getting hard again, watching them kiss and listening to Janna’s muffled moans while Amie vigorously rubbed her pussy. It would have gone further had a bouncer not thrown open the back door and called Amie. He and I exchanged a friendly wave. Amie stepped back once more and smelled her fingers.
“You guys are such a cute couple! I love it! Call me!” she said before she disappeared inside the building.
The ride home was quiet. Not contentious, just quiet. It is next to impossible to know what a woman is thinking, let alone feeling. I could see the storm of emotions on her face, but I knew better than to say anything in the middle of her processing. And I guess she was so preoccupied, she forgot about her blouse and bra, and let her tits hang free. Several other motorists, mostly men, saw them. One almost got into an accident.
When I pulled the truck into the garage and was finally inside the house, I barely had enough time to toss the keys on the counter before Janna was on her knees, clawing to get my pants open and free my cock. Suzanna, our 18-year-old babysitter and high school student, had come into the kitchen to greet us, and she was met with the image of the back of Janna’s head, as she sucked and slurped and went to town on my cock. She and I stared at each other dumbfounded. If Janna was aware of her presence, she didn’t act like it. Suzanna’s eyes bulged when Janna lifted my cock and sucked my testicles into her mouth. Her eyes went from my cock to my face and back down to my cock.
It was as though she remembered who and where she was because she quickly darted into the living room, grabbed her belongings and I heard the door close quietly behind her. That night was a full-on fuck fest between Janna and I. As I pounded her pussy and brought her to multiple screaming orgasms, I reminded her of the things Amie had done to her.
Janna fell asleep after we changed the sheets. But while she snored softly beside me, I laid there and stared up at the ceiling. It wasn’t what happened down at the club that kept me awake; it was constantly seeing Suzanna’s astonishment. Janna had never mentioned anything about Suzanna having been there at the time, and I wasn’t about to remind her.
I recalled the intense expression on her face once we left the club. I reasoned it was possible for her to be so preoccupied, that she had completely forgotten about Suzanna. I wasn’t naive enough to believe that Janna wasn’t trying to fight off a wide range of emotions.
I was experiencing them myself. On the surface, watching your spouse do sexual things with someone else might seem appealing, but there feelings familiar to mankind that a person has to deal with. Or, as a swinger so succinctly phrased it in their blog, “if watching your spouse or significant other having sex with someone else doesn’t solicit emotions from you, whether negative or positive, you’re not human.”
When we awoke the next morning, Janna was in a chipper mood. I found her down in the kitchen, wearing her robe and slippers, and fixing breakfast. I wanted to talk to her about what happened at the club, but not while the kids were around.
The world had suddenly changed for us, and only time would tell how things would play out.
A few days had gone bye and there was hardly a mention of what happened in the kitchen between Tia and Rodney. It was as though the whole experience never happened. There were so many questions I had for her, but was afraid to ask.
It was obvious that her initial plan was to suck his cock, but Rodney, of course, had other ideas. The image of him shooting a huge load all over her belly and tits kept coming to mind. I would get hard just thinking about it.
For the next few days, Tia and I fucked like rabbits. In the living room, kitchen, laundry room, bedroom-it didn’t matter. I had even managed to convince her one night to leave the living room curtains open just a bit.
Then came the day I arrived home early from work. Upon setting foot inside the house, I noticed that it was eerily quiet. Today was her day off, and it being nice and sunny out, I figured Tia was sunning herself in the backyard. I was partially right.
I stepped out onto the back deck, and about thirty feet into the grass, under the shade of a tree, was Tia and my friend, Ted, directly behind her. He had a tight grip on her hips and was ramming himself as hard as he could into her. Ted was a little heavier than Rodney and I. And while his cock wasn’t as long as Rodney’s, it was thick. I’m sure it was stretching her pussy nice and good.
I stood on the deck for several minutes and tried to compose myself. What was it worth getting angry that she was now having sex with Ted when she’d already had sex with Rodney? I was grateful that we not only had a privacy fence, but that my neighbors were at work.
I made my way out to them and came to a stop next to them just as Ted had stopped for a rest; he was buried deep inside her.
“Hey, what’s up, Cliff?!” he said, wiping sweat from his face. He started pumping her again; her ass and thighs slapped against his flesh, and I could her his ballsack hitting her pussy.
“Are you going to fuck all my friends?” I asked her, a little perturbed. I had to admit that what I was seeing was erotic, and it was the sort of stuff you read about in dirty stories, but it was humiliating knowing that she was to become the group pass-around.
She clutched the blanket she was kneeling on in tight fists. Tia threw her head back, and her thick, black hair tossed out of her pretty face. Ted grabbed her saturated mop, and held fast while he rammed her cunt. Tia’s eyes rolled back in her head. She sounded like a strangling victim desperate for a precious breath of air.
“And then some!” she cried. “Goddamn!”
Soon, it was time for a breather. Ted sat back on his heels, and Tia rolled over onto her back, her legs were spread wide. They both were sweating profusely.
“Rodney told me she’s a great fuck!” Ted said while he stroked himself. “I haven’t had pussy like this in forever!”
“How long have you guys been at it?” I asked.
“Oh god! An hour, at least,” she replied. Tia was busy playing with her sodden pussy while she watched as Ted stroked his cock. “No! Keep your cock where it is!” she said, scowling at me. “That’s not…no! Keep it in your pants! We don’t need to see it!”
“Why not?!” I shot back.
“Because I’m getting fucked by one of your friends! And you standing there watching and pulling on it is just fuckin creepy! Go grab a beer and play with yourself on the deck!”
She lifted her legs as Ted mounted her. His thick cock stretched her pussy and disappeared inside her. I felt dejected at that point. I sulked up to the house and grabbed a beer. Sitting under the awning, I played with myself while my friend fucked my slutty wife.
It wasn’t until I had cum, that I looked up to my neighbor’s second-story window, and saw him watching.
I settled on my friend Rodney. Not that I thought that he could keep a secret about seeing Tia’s naked body in the magazine and keeping it there. Obviously, he couldn’t. None of my friends could. I chose him because he’s my only black friend, and if Tia was going to suck his cock, it might as well be a black one.
I didn’t tell him what she had planned. I just let the evening unfold.
Tia wore a short skirt and high-heeled shoes that accentuated her long, toned legs, and a form fitting blouse that showed an abundance of cleavage. Rodney could hardly take his eyes off her. And throughout the evening, she paid him particular attention; touching his arm, rubbing his shoulders, and even shoving her tits in his face.
She did all this while grinning at me mischievously. I had a feeling that my penance was not yet complete. At one point, while bringing supper into the dining room, she dropped a fork, and bending over, Tia’s skirt lifted high. Rodney’s eyes clung to the sight of her ass cheeks and the scant amount of red fabric that covered her snatch.
“What is up with her tonight?!” he asked in a hushed tone when she disappeared into the kitchen. “Have you not been fucking her?!”
“Yeah. I’ve been fucking her,” I lied.
“Does she know about the pictures?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” I lied again. Rodney giggled like a school boy.
“She definitely knows something, dude! I think she wants me to fuck ‘er!” Under the table my cock was hard at the thought. “Would you be mad if I did?”
“Did what?”
“You know, fucked your wife!”
I was trying desperately to keep my breathing under control. But inside, my heart was pounding like a jackhammer. What was I supposed to say? Yeah, go ahead and fuck her brains out? Be sure to cum inside her while you’re at it?!
I leaned across the table and spoke as sternly as I could. “Listen, Rodney, I would greatly appreciate it if you wouldn’t!”
“But I’m as hard as a steel spike, dude! I’m gonna go see what’s taking her so long!”
“No, Rodney, please!”
It wasn’t until he stood that I saw the hard, mammoth black cock he carried. It smacked the underside of the table and bounced up and down. He pushed the swinging door to our kitchen and disappeared inside. I held my head in my hands as I listened to Tia’s cry of surprise.
From the dining room, I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but it had to be somewhere along the lines of the pictures and what we talked about in bed a few nights before. Conversation eventually ended and was followed by several moments of silence. Sitting there at the dining room table, I could only assume that she was down on her knees and was sucking his cock!
Alone, it didn’t require an overly high IQ to realize that had I not been a deceitful pervert and sent those pictures in, that none of this and what was to follow, never would have happened. I got up from the table and crept closer to the kitchen door. I could hear Rodney’s heavy breathing and moaning. Taking a deep breath, I cracked open the door and peaked in.
Tia was indeed down on her knees and was power sucking his cock. I vigorously rubbed myself through my jeans. Suddenly, he told her to stand.
“It’s time for me to fuck you!” There was an initial look of surprise on Tia’s face when he ripped open her shirt.
“I only wanted to suck you off!” she cried.
“It’ll take you forever to do that. I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time!” He tried bending her over the counter, but she resisted. A struggle ensued, and the blender went crashing to the floor. Rodney, being bigger and stronger, overpowered her, and eventually had her pinned tits down on the counter top.
Tia had a look of fear and trepidation when he pushed her panties to the side and he began to press into her. Her mouth hung open and for a moment, it appeared that she couldn’t breathe. Standing where I was, I could imagine how it looked sliding into her. And with how slow he was going, I could only assume that it looked like an accordion; squashing with the in-thrust and stretching with the out.
“Damn! You’re so tight! So tight and wet!”
“It hurts!” Tia whimpered.
“You’ll get used to that!”
“It’s too much, Rodney! Please pull it out!”
“Sssh,” he said, trying to soothe her. He took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head backwards. “You’re already getting cream on my cock! Your pussy likes me!”
“Where is Cliff?”
“He’s in the dining room. Probably listening!”
“Oh god! Please, Rodney!”
“You be quiet now! Just moan, scream and cuss and enjoy what my black cock gives you!” Finally, he had fully impaled my wife. Tia seemed to have accepted her fate. She reached out and grabbed the other side of the counter. “Is this the biggest cock that’s been inside you?”
“Yes! Yes! It’s like…it’s like…”
“‘It’s like’, what, baby?” Rodney asked slowly pulling out and thrusting forward. Tia’s face, neck and chest were already red. “It’s like, what?”
“It’s like…shit…it’s like it has its own heartbeat! I can feel it twitching inside me!”
“That’s your pussy, baby! She’s getting used to me!” He was pumping her a little faster now. “Does it still hurt?”
“No. It feels really good!” Tia lowered her face to the counter top and moaned and cried in ways I had never heard before. “Yes! Yes! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
His thrusts became deeper and more violent. Her ass cheeks rippled with every slap of flesh. Tia screamed and cried and lifted up on her hands. Rodney’s hands went from her hips to her tits.
“I can feel your pussy getting tighter, baby!”
“Yes! Yes! I’m still cumming! Fuck me!”
“You want to go fuck in front of Cliff?”
“No! Let ‘im listen!”
Peering in through the crack, I was close to blowing my load. I held off and tried to stop it, but it was too late. Soon my boxers and pants were soaked in cum. Tia’s cries had become hoarse and she was back down on the counter, on her elbows. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A man I had known since high school was fucking my wife.
“I’m going to cum inside you, baby!” Rodney was now soaked in sweat and he was getting close.
“No! Please!” Tia yelled. “I’m not on the pill and I want to watch you cum!”
Rodney pulled out and flipped her over on the counter. He sunk his cock back into her with one push. Tia sat up on her hands and watched while his black mast disappeared inside her. He was approaching the finish and I was afraid he wouldn’t pull out.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
He pulled out once again and jerked his cock to orgasm and covered Tia’s abdomen and tits with cum. Tia fell back onto the counter top exhausted. Rodney stood between her legs, holding them on his arms because they were trembling so bad. He rubbed his cock up and down her moist and tender slit.
As I walked back to the dining room table, I couldn’t help but feeling violated. Because of something I did, my wife was now guilty of adultery. As I waited for them to to clean up and return, I knew that certain boundaries would have to be set.
I submitted naked pictures of my wife to my favorite porn magazine. They have a section for amateurs in each issue. When her photos got published I blew a load in my pants thinking about my buddies seeing her naked. They did and she eventually found out.
One day, she texted me while I was at work.
Tell one of your buddies to come over for supper tonight!
Okay…which one?
It doesn’t matter…pick!
Why do I have to pick? Why not all of them?
Do you want me to suck all their cocks or just one?
Annette and her husband, Robbie, looked fearfully to one another. They knew that knock very well.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” she asked, almost hoping that a different answer would somehow help the outcome. “No! Don’t answer it!” she grabbed him as he stood up.
“Annette,” he frowned at her and pushed her hands away.
A giant lump formed in her throat as she watched him walk to the door. Robbie briefly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
“Robbie,” the landlord sighed.
“Hello Mr Kemp.”
“Here I am, once again, except this time, I find myself in a bit of a predicament,” the landlord mumbled.
“I’m so sorry Mr Kemp. We are trying everything we can to get all the money together, I promise.” Robbie gushed.
“No more excuses now, I’m afraid, Robbie. You know the rules, and if you can’t play by them, then unfortunately, you’ve got to go.”
“I promise we’ll have it soon. Please, we need to stay here.”
“Two weeks, Robbie. You’ve got just two weeks to pay me the full debt, otherwise you’re out of here.”
“We’ll find it. I promise. Just two weeks, please.”
An uneasy feeling fell upon Annette when she looked up and saw Mr. Kemp’s leering eyes gazing upon her chest. She looked down, and saw that the plunging neckline of her pajama onesie had left most of her tits exposed.
“Two weeks,” he said, his eyes returning to Robbie before he headed for the door.
“What are we going to do?” she asked her husband once the door slammed shut, tears filling her eyes.
“I don’t know,” he said, pulling her close to him. “But don’t worry. We’ll figure something out. We always do.”
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Robbie had gone to work and Annette busied herself about the house. Two weeks. Two weeks to come up with a thousand dollars, or they were sunk. She’d left on her onesie and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. In her mind’s eye, she kept seeing Mr. Kemp leering at her tits. How foolish of her to leave herself so exposed.
In the middle of the morning, there was a knock at the front door. Not bothering to look through the peephole, Annette opened the door. To her great surprise, her landlord was standing there.
“Oh…Mr Kemp,” she stammered and pushed the door closed slightly, trying to hide behind it. “I wasn’t expecting you. Robbie is at work.”
“Robbie isn’t the one I wanted to see,” he said gruffly, and forced his way in.
“Oh. Um…what can I do for you?” He was leering at her tits again, so she covered them up.
Annette winced when Mr. Kemp went and sat on the sofa. He was covered in grease and smelled like a garage.
“I’ve decided that I can’t give you two weeks. It’s just gone on for too long.” He blurted out, his eyes on hers. “Therefore, you’ve got just one week to find the money, or to get out.”
“Please Mr Kemp. Please. We need this house. It’s our home!” Annette inched forwardas she pleaded with him and took a seat on a chair across from him.
He huffed as if he were exasperated of the issue. He leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees.
“No. One week.”
“We have nowhere to go, Mr Kemp!” she started to cry. “Please, I’ll do anything! Please!”
Annette lost her presence of mind and briefly left her tits exposed. She saw his eyes flicker from her chest on down to her bare feet. He sucked his bottom lip before showing his stained teeth and smiling at her misfortune.
“Anything?” he asked.
“Yes! Just please don’t throw us out!” Tears rolled down her cheeks like rain drops.
“You know, maybe I’m being too hasty. Maybe there is something that can be done.”
“Like what?” Annette finally felt some relief.
“Like a quid pro quo?”
“A quid-you mean doing work for you?”
“Actually,” he said, rising from his seat, “I was thinking more along the lines of the sexual variety.” In less that five seconds, his pants were down around mid-thigh, and Annette was staring at a fat cock with a hefty ballsack.
“I-I can’t do that!” she protested.
“You said you’d do anything! This is anything! Now get on your knees and suck my dick!”
“I just….I can’t do that!” Annette felt sick to her stomach. A moment ago, life seemed as though it would turn around, like there was a way out of their predicament.
“Then I guess you’ll be moving in a week,” Mr. Kemp said, pulling up his pants.
“Wait, wait!” she shouted, holding up her hands. Silently, she cussed herself for even entertaining the idea. “If I give you a blow job, you’ll let us stay here?”
“Among other things.”
“But you said-“
“Sexual favors encompass a wide variety of things, Annette. Suckin dick being among them! Now, get on your knees!” he bellowed.
While her blood ran cold, her face felt hot. She looked about her home and wondered if it was worth it. Was it worth it to suck his dick, to cheat to save their family? She and Robbie didn’t have any money. The pandemic had put the crunch on everyone.
She slid down off the chair, and got on her knees. Mr. Kemp walked over to her. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he jerked her head towards him. The manly pungent odor of his cock permeated her senses.
“Take hold of the shaft and put it in your mouth!” he growled. Hesitantly, she did as she was told. Even soft, his cock filled her mouth completely, but it grew quickly. Mr. Kemp closed his eyes and relished the sound of her gagging. At one point, he forced as much of his cock down her throat as he could, and held her there. He only let go when she about threw up.
“Now, I’m going to take my hand off the back of your head, and I want you to suck on it like you mean it!” He slowly let go of her head and watched as she sucked and stroked his shaft. “Yes, that is it! Oh, yes! Suck on it! Take those titties out for me! Yes! Pinch your nipples!”
As disgusting as it made her feel, sucking the landlord’s fat cock and pinching her own nipples, set off a fire between her legs. Suddenly, Mr. Kemp pulled back, he grabbed her hair again and snapped her head back.
“I’m gonna shoot all over your face! Don’t you fuckin move! Open your mouth!”
Annette sat there and waited, mouth open, tongue stuck out and watched while Mr. Kemp jacked off his cock. He let out a long, guttural moan, his ballsack clinched, and several shots of cum covered her face, neck and tits. He pulled her head back toward him, and Annette opened her mouth. Had anyone else been inside the house, all they would have heard, was heavy breathing and gentle sucking.
“Good girl,” he spoke softly and stepped away from her. Something seemed so self-deprecating about the way she sat on the floor; cum dripping from her face and looking as if she could cry.
What could he say? He was a lonely man with needs, too.
“Be here tomorrow or the deal is off!” he said before leaving.
Annette stepped into the shower and cried.
The next morning came. And with it, a tremendous feeling of dread. Robbie had come home the night before and told her he had pucked up extra shifts at the lumber yard, and a friend offered him a job working armed security at an auction lot. Cash money.
She wished she could have shared in his enthusiasm, but she was weighed down by the guilt of her sin. By this time the next day, their landlord’s cock would be inside her.
Knock, knock!
Her heart leaped in her chest and her stomach rolled. As pointless as what it was, she said a prayer before answering the door. She wore the same floral print onesie she had the previous day. Washed, of course. Mr. Kemp seemed to have liked it.
Annette was surprised to find that not only did he not smell like an auto mechanic, but he was clean shaven. He walked in, closed the door behind him, leaned forwards, and kissed her while caressing her tits. At first, she was reluctant to kiss him. Here was a man who was using her emotions and family against her, who had treated her roughly the day before. Eventually, she relented and returned his kiss.
Mr. Kemp was now squeezing her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. Annette moaned in his mouth, because a certian heat was building inside her and the cloth covering her pussy was becoming wet.
“What is this thing?” he asked as he stepped away and began to undress. Annette felt bashful.
“It’s called a romper.”
“A romper, huh? I like it. Come here and sit beside me.”
She was amazed at how quickly a man his size could strip naked. The same disgusted feeling she felt the day before resurfaced. Unlike the previous day, his cock was rock hard and ready to fuck. He draped his arm around her shoulders and placed his hand on the back of her head. Annette let out a cry of surprise when he forced her down and the head of his cock hit her nose.
Annette opened her mouth and allowed him to place his cock inside. He was just as rough today as he was the day before. She barely had time to actually suck his cock. While the head pentrated deep in her throat, Mr. Kemp had unbuckled the clasp that held the romper together between her legs, and his fingers were fishing inside her cunt.
Her throat burned and tears stung her eyes. She was finally able to throw herself off of him and landed on her back at the opposite end, her legs spread wide.
“You don’t have to be so goddamn rough with me!” Annette cried. The painful expression on her face was enough to make Mr. Kemp feel sorry. But only a little. “I’ll suck your fucking cock, but you don’t have to treat me like some whore off the street!”
For a moment, he looked as though he wanted to hit her, or do worse. But his facial expression calmed and he laid out on the couch, and rested his head between her legs. She watched as her cunt disappeared inside his mouth, and his tongue began licking every part of her sex. Annette couldn’t help but moan at the exquisite pleasure he was giving her body.
Mr. Kemp looked up and their eyes locked. Chills ran down her spine. She may not have been happy about having sex with him, but her pussy was sure enjoying it. Reaching up, he took hold of her tits, and gave them a firm squeeze. Annette clasped her hands onto his. Already, her face, neck and chest were turning to a darker shade of red.
Her head fell back, then came back up. “Oh god! Shit! I’m gonna cuuuum!“
Mr. Kemp removed his mouth just in time for pussy juice to spray out all over the couch. Just for good measure, he stuck three fingers inside her, and roughly fingered her. Annette screamed and tried to wiggle away, but his other hand clamped down on her throat. Her legs kicked wildly as she doused the couch some more. The heel of her left foot skimmed off his head, Mr. Kemp retaliated by slapping her hard across the face, and the fight was on!
Annette clawed at his face and punched his thick chest, she tried closing her legs, but it was too late, the head of his cock was already at her entrance and pushing forward. The thickness of his shaft was stretching her pussy. Mr.Kemp laid down on top of her and spoke in her ear:
“You fucked up now, bitch! I was gonna take it easy on you, but now I’m just gonna fuck your brains out!”
Annette cried while his body joined with hers. There was nothing left for her to do but hold on. After he got the perfunctory slow pumps out of the way, she tried wrapping her legs around him to slow his assualt.
“Spread your legs out wide so I can fuck you hard and deep!”
“No…please….I’m sorry!” Annette struggled against his weight and refused to let go. Mr. Kemp reached down and pinched her leg hard until she relinquished her hold. Her pussy barely had time to accommodate his girth before he began to slam into her. Annette cried and wailed like a ghost, the legs of the couch groaned and popped, and his ballsack hit her ass cheeks with a wet plop.
Her pussy felt as hot as red coals, and having Mr. Kemp’s fat cock inside her, made it all the more unbearable. Screaming, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. This time, he didn’t seem to mind.
Her leg muscles, however, soon grew weak, and she let them fall to the side; her bare feet bounced off his thighs.
“Your pussy sure does love my cock, bitch” Mr. Kemp said after coming to a rest. The pair rested together, sweaty and out of breath. Annette’s voice was now hoarse and as he kissed and licked her salty flesh, her moans sounded more like a croak. She was relieved when he sat up. “You’re pussy is so tight!” He took hold of her tits and squeezed hard while his cock began to slide slowly in and out of her.
Annette closed her eyes and clasped her hands once again over his. He was pumping her now with greater force. She could feel the head of his cock clear up into her belly.
“I bet you’re glad I’m fucking you, aren’t you, bitch?!”
Annette didn’t say anything. She simply glared up at him and closed her eyes. Trying to concentrate, she had given up the fight in trying to will her body not to cum. Her couch was soaked and would require a washing.
“Are you done coming, bitch?!” Annette lifted her head and shook it emphatically.
“Got…one…more!”
Mr. Kemp was intrigued watching her while her final orgasm built. She growled and grunted and thrust her body back against his. Finally, she let out a long and strident cry that scared even him; an endless supply of pussy juice drenched them both. He felt his own orgasm building in his thighs and slowly creeping its way up.
He let go of her tits and pinned her legs up on his shoulders. Hovering over her, his hips swung back and forth, up and down. Annette looked down between her bouncing tits and spread legs and watched his fat cock disappear inside her body. Mr. Kemp’s eyes were tightly closed, his teeth clenched and lips pulled back.
“Please…don’t cum…in me…”
Her words had fallen on deaf ears. Suddenly, he groaned like a wildebeest, his body jerked and his cock erupted inside her, which merited a high-pitched squeal from her. Funny how desperation and sexual arousal can cloud your senses. Their bodies became still and the house fell silent, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Mr. Kemp let down her legs and laid down on top of her. He was still pumping her slowly and his cock was still twitching. Small amounts of cum oozed from the tip. Annette stared up at the ceiling. The excitement for the moment had passed. She felt repulsed by him and disgusted with herself.
She closed her eyes and held onto the backs of his shoulders. He was pumping her again. She gritted her teeth and tried not to moan. It was a futile attempt.
Lifting her head, she looked up over his shoulder and saw the round, muscled globes of his ass rising and falling. Her bare feet bounced off his thighs. He didn’t last as long this time. The second eruption was smaller and less powerful.
After sucking her pert nipples, Mr. Kemp sat up. Annette rose up on her elbows and watched as he pulled his sodden cock from her body. He laid it on her belly and rubbed her trembling thighs.
“God! That was a hot fuck!” he exclaimed.
Annette couldn’t take the shame and remorse and covered her face with her hands and cried. “Please, just…go!”
In less than a minute, he was dressed. “Same time tomorrow,” he said before slamming the door behind him.
When she was finally able to walk, Annette made her way to the bathroom, and stepped into a steaming hot shower. She was tired and high, like she had just smoked a joint. But she had to stay awake. Since he had arrived, she couldn’t believe the time that had passed; for over an hour they fucked. If she went to sleep now, she may not wake up to get the kids off the bus.
It nearly caused her knees to buckle, but she stuck two fingers up her puss and fished out as much cum as she could. Satisfied that she had gotten most of it, she knelt on the shower floor and cried.
XXX
Excerpt from Part 2
“Don’t cum in my pussy!” Annette moaned as she rose up on her hands. It was pointless to say, she knew, but she hoped that sooner or later, Mr. Kemp might get the hint.
“Keep those tits on the floor!” he snarled when he pushed her back down. Annette moaned loudly as he slammed his cock deep inside her; he flesh slapping hers…
He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watched her disappear out the door. On her arm, was a handsome black man. A football player, wasn’t he?
It didn’t matter. He’d just spent over $400 on a bachelor to fuck his wife.
She wore a red dinner dress that plunged low in the back (just above her ass), and the front showed a sufficient supply of her D-cup tits. She wore one of those strapless, sticky bras.
Just before she walked out the door, she gave him a concerned glance. Was she concerned that the guy might hurt her? Kill her? Or was she concerned about how this might affect him?
She promised to stay in touch, even if it were a text message here and there.
“I had that same look on my face the first time, too!”
He turned to see a balding, portly man standing behind him. In his hand he held a martini glass. He introduced himself as Harold Stinson, MD. They went off to a corner table where the doctor ordered another martini, and the husband ordered another beer.
“My wife and I haven’t had sex in over five years,” the doctor said near the end of his story.
“Do you get horny?” the husband asked.
“Sure. But that’s when she just sucks my dick. It works out for us though. She gets her sexual and emotional needs met, and I get to focus on my practice.”
The husband couldn’t imagine a marriage, or a world, for that matter, where all he got from his wife was his dick sucked. It was part of their understanding that her taking other lovers was mere playtime, after all. He wasn’t a cuckold in the sense that he would be in chastity or eat a creampie or sit around and watch her get fucked and not join in; his wife was sexy as hell and they were looking for something to spice up their love life.
But brining someone else into the fold always complicated matters, didn’t it? Even if it were a complete stranger. As opposed to a neighbor or a friend, sometimes strangers were the best option.
The husband suddenly felt nauseous, excused himself, and headed for the exit. Grabbing his coat from the closet, he stepped into the cold, December air. It was snowing and small flakes landed on his face and tickled his skin before melting away. He thought about his wife again and the concerned look upon her face. Was she having doubts? Or was she just fearful?
He glanced down at his watch. It had been a full forty-five minutes since she left. If she had had any doubts, or wanted to stop it, she would have called by now for him to come pick her up. The husband had met the Bull briefly before he took his wife away. He was respectful and seemed well educated. Surely, he would take good care of her.
He found his rented car on the other end of the parking lot, and got in. Wasting no time in starting the engine, he left the parking lot, put the hotel in his rearview mirror, and headed for a direction he didn’t know.
There was something relaxing about driving at night. Especially when it was a small city you didn’t know. He drove around, looking at the various Christmas lights and passing under street lights. Watching the shadows move and fade in the car, helped calm him; move and fade, move and fade. He was a bit of a night driver anyway.
Along about two hours since he and his wife parted ways, a video was sent to his Messenger. Pulling over to the side of the street, he took a fleeting glance around him, and opened the video. His wife was down on her knees, her blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun, her blue eyes stared into the camera, and a large black cock protruded from her mouth. The man behind the camera moaned loudly when her head would swoop down, taking most of his shaft into her throat, the base of the head would cause her lips to flare out before she’d suck him back in.
His cock swelled quickly in his pants and he watched the video several times. Two hours in. This couldn’t have been filmed just recently, could it?
Another video came in and he promptly opened it.
The Bull was moaning loudly still, but his wife was licking the underside of the shaft, while stroking it. His cock was long, thick and straight as a board. If she had had any doubts about having sex with another man, they didn’t seem to be in evidence now. Her large tits hung free of the sticky bra. All that the dress covered was her midsection on down.
The camera moved slightly, and the husband saw the Bull’s large hand reach down and pull the dress up over her ass. He grabbed each of her succulent round cheeks, gave them a little jiggle and slapped them.
“Look at that ass!” the Bull said, sucking air in through his teeth and viscously slapping her ass.
“You like it?” she asked, flicking the head with her tongue.
“Fuck, yeah, I do! That’s it, baby! Suck daddy’s cock! Slurp that motherfucker!”
The husband waited for several minutes. No new videos, no chats. Everything was silent except for the beating of his own heart. He pulled back out onto the street, and decided it was best to head back to the cabin they had rented. Before he left town, he stopped off at a gas station for a six-pack of beer and smokes. The guy behind the counter was tall and overweight. His hair was cut short and receding, and his beard was patchy and wiry. For a moment, he thought of showing the guy a video of his wife sucking black cock, but what purpose would that serve? Not only was it creepy, but the attendant appeared to be in a bad mood.
As soon as he was out in the car, he tore open the pack of smokes, fished a cigarette out of the pack, and lit up. It had been years since he had smoked and it tasted fantastic. The second video was longer by two minutes. He clicked play and pulled back onto the street. By the time he made it back to the cabin, he had sucked down a beer and smoked three cigarettes. His cock was hard as steel and his balls hurt. He had a load to get rid of.
Upon entering the small, two-story cabin, he set the beers down on the counter and stripped completely naked. The knowledge and realization that his wife had sucked another cock, and probably already had it inside her, was too much to overcome. He sat down on the couch, and rubbed one out. He had a glorious orgasm, with cum shooting several inches into the air and landing back down on his dick and hand with an audible splat.
The next thing to come was cuckold’s remorse. He paced the cabin and wondered if he hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of his life. Sure, his wife was attractive, but she was also sensitive; able to cry at the drop of a hat.
Would she feel dirty for having sex with another man? If he were feeling guilt already, surely she would, would she not? Would she blame him? He thought of the doctor and knew that he didn’t want to be in chastity or eat the occasional creampie, let alone only getting his dick sucked once in a while. Had they laid down enough guidelines and boundaries?
Too many questions and not enough answers for the time being.
Polishing off the six-pack, he went for the beer in the refrigerator. Outside, the snow continued to fall.
Just after midnight, an audio recording was sent to his phone. And what he heard were the popping of springs, the bang of a headboard, the incessant slapping of flesh, and his wife’s exuberant cries of passion: yes…yes…god yes…your cock….fuck me…fuck my pussy….I’m gonna cum on your dick…
Eroticism of cuckolding renewed a spark, and he was soon masturbating to the sounds of his lovely wife getting fucked. Drunk and weary, he laid down on the couch, and went to sleep.
When he awoke that morning, the sun was coming up on the horizon. Sunlight sparkled like diamonds on the four inches of snow. He flung the blanket off himself and sat up. Blinking several times and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked about the room; the only sign of his wife was her purse laying on the kitchen table.
Checking his phone, he saw that there were a few missed calls from her, but no more messages. The coffee table was littered with empty beer cans. She must have come home sometime during the night, saw him passed out drunk on the couch and covered him up. He wondered how it went and was anxious to get upstairs and let her give him every naughty detail.
His head felt muddled, so he stood slowly. Picking up his boxers and under shirt from the night before, he put them on and headed upstairs. About halfway up, he heard something that made him stop. Was that a sigh or a moan? Maybe it was the imprint of the recording on his memory?
Reaching the top of the stairs and turning the corner, he was shocked (actually, he shouldn’t have been) to find his wife in bed with….someone. The guy last night was black, but this guy was white. They were hidden under the covers, his wife’s legs were spread, her right foot rested on his lower back, while her slender left foot (the only portion of skin exposed below the covers) was pressed into the mattress.
The guy was kissing and sucking the right side of her neck. His hips steadily rose and fell, and once buried deep inside her, he ground his pelvis against her clit. Neither of them noticed the husband standing in the doorway, a large tent pitched in his boxers. And he supposed he wanted it that way so his wife could remain natural.
The guy’s pace quickened in a hurry, and her moaning grew even louder. He was on the verge of coming and the husband wondered if he were wearing a condom.
“Yes! Yes! Right there, baby! I’m gonna cum again!”
“Lift your legs,” the man said, “so I can get in deeper!”
She did as she was told, and her erotic vocalizations became louder. Standing in the doorway, the husband bent down, almost on all fours, to catch a glimpse of their sexes. Did his eyes deceive him, or was this guy going bareback? Come to think of it, he and his wife never really talked about whether or not a lover should wear a condom.
Mercifully, the man pulled out, and the wife grasped his shaft, and jerked it frantically. Cum oozed from the tip and deposited in the diamond shaped, thick patch of hair just above her cunt. Some of which, ran down her slit, headed for the gaping hole.
“Was that good?” the man asked.
“That was fantastic!” the wife exclaimed, pulling him down for a kiss.
It seemed that she had taken to this cuckolding thing quite well. The husband wondered what happened to the black man? How many times had he fucked her? And where had she met this guy? These were questions that would have to be answered later.
“I wonder if your husband heard us?”
“I’m sure he did,” she said, kissing him again. And to the husband’s surprise (and some might say, delight), she guided the guy back to her entrance. His body, along with some of his cum, quickly disappeared inside of her. And she was moaning once again.
Confused, and not quite sure on how he should feel, the husband crept back downstairs, brewed a pot of coffee, and listened as this stranger slowly fucked his wife.
I’m the kind of guy who’s ready and willing to lend a helping hand, especially when it’s squeezed between two tight thighs. But I never thought I’d use my stiff cock to satisfy the wives of my friends. That’s what happened. It all started with Debbie.
Debbie’s a busty blonde in her mid-thirties. She’s a school teacher, and for the longest time, I dreamed of sitting in front of her class. Whenever I talked with her, she had a way of thrusting her sexy big tits my way.
Her husband and I go way back. When I started fixing cars, he went on to college. I eventually worked my way to a reputable car dealership where I’m one of the top salesman. He did fine for himself, but sitting on his ass all day made him look 10 years older.
Steve and Debbie invited everybody to a barbeque on a hot night. All my married friends were there. Being single, I felt like an outsider in a way. But those married women wanted me for their personal insider. Debbie wasted no time.
When I was leaving she grabbed me for a good night kiss. And I mean a kiss. She had had a few drinks and she pushed her hot tongue deep into my mouth, pressing her big tits against my chest at the same time.
“Sorry, Ted,” she apologized, a little embarrassed. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Relax. We’re friends, remember?” I figured it would end there, but it didn’t. A few days later Debbie appeared at my door. I asked where Steve was.
“He’s home watching the ballgame,” she said.
I spent a long moment breathing in her raw beauty. Debbie wore skintight jeans and a silk blouse, which was tied below her tits. The peek I got of her tan tummy made me hard.
“Could I talk to you?” she asked softly.
We had a drink and she got to the point in a hurry: “Steve’s losing interest.”
“Another woman?”
“No.” She lit a cigarette and slowly blew out the smoke, teasing me with her heavily coated lips. “It’s his fucking job.”
“But he’s got it made.”
“Exactly. Plenty of money. But it’s wearing him out. He’s getting out of shape and losing interest in me.”
She was in high gear and I wasn’t about to stop her. “Our men should take a cue from you, Ted. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you the other night.”
“Hey, Debbie, you’re giving me a swollen head.” She’d already given me a swollen dick and I was dying to fuck her.
“There’s something else, Ted. Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Sure. What?”
“Fuck me!” she whispered.
She stood up and slowly untied her blouse. Her large tits popped out and she cupped them, pointing her hard brown nipples at me. I pulled her close and drove my face between her milky breasts.
She begged me to fuck her. In seconds, she was on her knees and clawing at my pants.
It wasn’t long before my throbbing cock was in her hot mouth. Digging her fingers into my ass, she guided my dick between her thick lips and slid her wet tongue up and down my thick shaft. Debbie was sucking and slurping away on my knob. She cupped my hairy balls in her lips and gently squeezed them. When I felt myself coming, I steadied her shoulders and started really pumping. Her hot suction urged me in deeper until I climaxed and shot a steady load down her throat.
Standing up, she slipped out of her shoes, pulled down her pants, and laid spread eagled out on my table. Despite having just cum, my cock wasn’t losing any size.
“Fuck me, Ted!” she cried. “Hard!”
Her pussy was welcoming and wet, enabling me to slide in easily and effortlessly. She wrapped her long legs tightly around my waist and rammed her cunt hard against my pumping groin. Screaming and crying, Debbie became an animal in heat, stopping short of nothing less than total fulfillment.
While her tits bounced in every direction, Debbie held onto my kitchen table for dear life. I could feel her pussy tightening on my cock, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her throat emitted something like an other worldly growl. My saturated cock was soon smeared with cream.
I thought briefly of Steve, sitting at home, watching the baseball game on ESPN. He was sitting at home watching the game, while his gorgeous and loving wife was getting a satisfying fuck out of his friend. The thought that Steve believed whatever excuse Debbie gave him for leaving the house looking like a MILF, and remaining none the wiser, appealed to me.
Pressing her legs together, I lifted her feet to my face, kissed and licked the soft soles of her feet.
“Fuck, that feels good!” she cried. “God…damn…your cock!”
Her feet were now up on my shoulders. I could smell their odor and it was driving me insane. With my right hand clutching her throat and my left squeezing a tit, I slammed into her body as hard as I could. Her ragged cries and sounds of our slapping flesh reverberated off the walls.
Her body twisted and writhed on the table. “Your cock…stretching my pussy so good! Stretching my pussy…stretching my pussy so good!”
“GOD DAMN!” Debbie screamed at the top of her lungs. Her face, neck and chest were red as a rose. I now held her legs out wide, with my hands upon her ankles. Debbie sat up on her elbows and watched as I disappeared inside her body.
Within my thighs, I could feel my own orgasm building. My cock became more rigid, my ball sack, tighter. In just a few moments, I would let loose a copious load of cream inside her.
A few silent moments fell between us as we struggled to catch our breath and come to terms with what we just did. I was still buried deep inside her. It wasn’t until I looked out the bay window, that I realized that anyone walking in the alley in the fading daylight, would have seen what I was doing and whom I was fucking. Debbie pulled me down for a kiss and wrapped her arms around my neck. She let out a squeal of delight when I picked her up (still joined together) and carried her into the living room.
With Debbie on my lap, impaled on my cock, which refused to deflate, we kissed passionately. She would become a regular visitor to my home. Debbie not only spread her legs, but also the word that my cock was available.
XXX
Patty and Tom, who are friends of mine, have been married seven years and have always seemed happy. Then they invited me to dinner one night.
I eagerly accepted. So many of my married friends think a single guy will starve to death. The truth of the matter is, the wives are starved for dick.
Tom owns a deli and does okay financially. His long hours, seven in the morning to nine at night, wear him out. The night I went over for dinner, Tom started dozing at about ten o’clock, but his wife was a ball of energy and one hell of a cock tease. She and I are tight friends, and I picked up on her sex signals.
Patty wore a short skirt and at one point she lifted a bare foot atop the coffee table. I thought I’d drop my drink at the free show. She wore no panties and my eyes were riveted to the matted mound of curly cunt hair. She smiled at my hot attention.
Poor Tom woke up at one point to announce he was going to bed. I was about leave, but Patty had other plans. “C’mon, Ted, have one more drink. We’re having such good conversation.”
“All right, but make it a quickie.”
“A quickie?” she teased, sauntering by me toward the kitchen. Tom tumbled up the stairs and to bed. The poor guy was out for the count. When Patty returned, she insisted I join her on the couch. I glanced toward the stairs and she motioned to me that Tom was a sound sleeper.
Patty’s the type of wife who toys with danger. A lot of people are caught up in it all; I might have thought twice about fucking his wife. But as the blood rushed to my swelling cock, I was driven by mad desire. I was soon thrusting and pumping into her wet and willing snatch, only stopping once I drained my load into her.
I had her laid out along the length of the coffee table; the wood was creaking and popping, I thought it was going to snap. Patty’s left leg was on my right shoulder, and I held her right leg down at my side. At any given moment, I thought that Tom would hear his wife moaning and the pounding I was laying on her, but nothing.
“Debbie says you kissed her feet!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! Suck on my toes!”
Lifting her feet to my face, I sucked on all ten of Patty’s toes. This seemed to heighten her excitement. Her vocalizations became louder and her pussy got wetter.
With sweat pouring off my body, I dragged her off the coffee table, and bent her over the width of it. Now, I don’t know if it was the fact that I was fucking my friend’s wife while he was asleep in bed, or that her round ass was jiggling like shock waves moving across the ground, or that we were taking a great chance of getting caught, but something animalistic came out in me. I delivered several hard slaps to each cheek; making sure that I left handprints and weldts behind.
Patty, of course, loved it and was thrusting back against me. Grabbing a fistful of hair, I jerked her head back.
“Dirty slut!” I growled and smacked her ass some more. “Fucking another man while your husband sleeps!”
“Yes! Yes! I’m a dirty slut! A dirty fucking slut!”
“How does my cock compare to his?!”
“Yours is so much better! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
We paused for a brief moment, my cock completely buried inside her, and waited for her orgasm to pass. Her body shuddered on the coffee table and I could feel her snatch close tight around my cock. I leaned down on top of her, placing my head next to hers, and began to pound.
“Oh, shit!” Patty let out with an exasperated moan.
“Is my cock bigger than Tom’s?”
“Fuck, yes, it is!”
“I bet I’m not the only guy who’s fucked you, am I?”
“No! I’ve been fucked by other men!”
My ball sack slapped her pussy and juices ran down my thighs. I was close to getting my nut, and wanted to put it deep inside of Patty. The final minute, I pounded her pussy like it was going to be my last. I could feel her pussy throbbing around my convulsing cock.
“I can feel you coming,” she said, pushing back against me. “It feels so fucking good!”
“We’ll have to do it again sometime,” Patty said as I was leaving. “But under much different circumstances.”
She got off on a kinky trip with danger.
Suddenly I had become a surrogate cock, filling wives’ desires as well as their cunts. If they weren’t with their men for some reason, or flirting with danger like Patty, some of them were simply out for a wild time.
That’s how it was with Cassy, an uninhibited nymph I have known for a long time. Her husband, Ray, once told how she always wiped him out. He’s in his early 40s and his 27-year-old wife has the energy of a young girl. That’s how he described her. His assessment was one-hundred percent correct.
“Consider yourself lucky,” I told him that morning when he dropped the car off at the dealership.
He laughed. “Lucky? My dick feels like chopped meat.”
He told me his wife would stop by later in the day for the car. With a thin figure and flaming red hair, she looks like a fashion model. Her tits aren’t enormous; they’re nice and firm and she can easily get by without a bra. I handed her the car keys and she asked coyly, “Aren’t you going to road-test it?”
I cleared it with the boss and in a short time we were speeding along a deserted back road. “So, when are you going to marry and settle down, Ted?” she asked.
“I thought of that, but there are so many complications,” I answered. “I don’t want an emotional involvement. I don’t know. I may get married, but that doesn’t mean settling down. What do you want, then?” I asked.
Moving her hand between her legs, she smiled and replied, “A good, hard cock now and then.” I knew what was coming down the pike. “Ray’s fine. A good husband and father, but he’s so much older, Ted. He can’t seem to match my pace.”
I was already thinking of the woods around the bend. “Some women have affairs,” I said.
Without a word, she raised her skirt and spread her thin legs. Her beautiful pussy was wet and syrupy. Cassy slid her hands between her thighs and rammed her fingers up her cunt. “That feels good!” she murmured. She looked into my eyes and said, “But my fingers aren’t as nice as your tongue. Want to eat me, Ted?”
I turned her car down a hidden drive and found a clearing in the woods. She slipped off her heels and straddled the center console, and bent over the seats, facing the rear. I didn’t waste any time in sinking my tongue into her bald pussy, and tasting her sweet nectar. Almost immediately, she was moaning, rocking her hips and thrusting her snatch harder onto my mouth.
Pussy juices dripped from my chin and ran down my neck. When she was near climax, I decided to give her a royal treatment. I took hold of her hips and held her fast to my face, and since I have an abnormally long tongue, I slid it into her fuck hole, and wiggled it around.
“Oh, my god!” she let out with a loud squeal. Her feet lifted off the seats and she tried desperately to get away from me. But it was no use. She was squealing and screaming and swatting at my head. Wherever she went, I followed. Soon, we found ourselves in the backseat and her cunt exploded. I slurped up what juices I could. Finally, she twisted her body away from me, and laid flat on the back seat. Her legs were spread and I could see her pussy was bright pink and swollen.
I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to go back to work. Not immediately after anyway. I was going to smell of sex and the car already carried her musky odor. I opened the fly of my khakis and them and my boxers down. Cassy’s eyes bulged and her jaw dropped.
“I don’t know that I can take a cock that big!” she cried.
“You’d be surprised.” I sat down on the seat and pulled her onto my lap. Cassy slowly lowered herself down onto my shaft. Ripping open her blouse, I was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. With my hands upon her hips, pulling her up and down on my cock, I began to pay her tits some devotion.
With each downward stroke, I introduced more of myself into her body. I began thrusting against hers, and soon the car was bouncing. Cassy cried and moaned while I bit and sucked her nipples; our bodies collided with a loud thwap!
“Oh, god! I’m gonna cum!” she cried. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!“
Her pussy exploded again, spraying juices all over me, the seat and my pants. I was getting close to coming, and I knew that Cassy could tell. Multiple times she tried to lift off my shaft, but I held her down. She was somewhere close to the tip when the first shot erupted. I sensed a moment of hesitation; whether to go up or down. I was glad that she decided to go down willingly.
She dropped me off at home and I called my boss to tell him that I was taking the rest of the afternoon off. I showered and changed my clothes. I thought of my friends and their wives I was fucking. Well, Ray wasn’t much of a friend. He was more like an acquaintance. But it didn’t matter, did it? I still fucked his wife.
Since I fucked her that first time three weeks before, I had seen Debbie two more times; the same for Patty. Steve was overweight and too dedicated to his work. Tom worked long hours and barely had any energy for his wife. and Ray, was too old. So, in a way, I felt that I was doing them a favor.
Better fuck your wife or she’ll find a man that will.
That night, as I was laying down to bed, my phone began to ring. I stared at it cautiously. It was a number I didn’t know. Could it be one of the husbands? Unlikely. I picked it up and answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Is this Ted Nixon?” a soft and pleasant voice asked from the other end.
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Minutes after I left, my phone rang.
“Hey, honey,” Zaleah’s sweet voice came through on the other side. “Where did you go?” I could imagine her sitting there, brushing her hair behind her opposite ear. She had a tendency to do when she was upset.
“I’m going back to the timeshare.”
“What?! Why?!”
“So you two can have some time alone.”
“No, sweety. Please come back.”
“Why? So I can watch you two fuck?”
“Yes! I mean, no. Just…please come back,” she said a little quieter.
I stopped several feet away from the entry gate. I wanted to leave, I wanted to stay. I wanted to leave Zaleah alone in Tennessee. My cock swelling had gone down, but what was left behind was a wet pair of shorts.
“Sweety?”
“I’ll be back there in a minute,” I sighed.
“Get in,” Eddie said, looking displeased when I walked up to the driver side. He was naked, too. And she was busy sucking his cock.
I sat turned in the seat and watched while she sucked his large dick. I wondered if she immediately went to sucking it after hanging up with me. Eddie smirked at me, knowing the questions that rattled in my head.
“Zaleah says she’s never cum that hard on someone’s mouth before,” Eddie said, trying to goad me into replying. “Says you’re pretty soft when it comes to eating pussy.” I knew what he was trying to do; he wanted an excuse to throw me out. “That’s it, baby,” he said, pulling back her hair while playing with her pussy. “Suck and lick every inch!”
My eyes followed the curves and gentle contours of her body. Such a beautiful woman! I knew that all summer long, she had been excited about meeting Eddie. And for a time, so was I. But this had turned into something altogether different. While she moaned and sucked his dick like it was her first time, Eddie was putting me down and making fun of me.
And Zaleah didn’t seem to mind.
“That’s enough sucking, honey,” he said. “It’s time you found out what a real cock feels like.”
Zaleah sat up and glanced at me quickly before she turned her back to me. Eddie parted the labia with his rotund head and she moaned loudly as she lowered herself on his shaft.
“Oh, wow!” she moaned, taking him in deeper and deeper.
“Feel good?” Eddie asked her, squeezing her tits.
“Yeah! Feels really good!”
“Better than Derrick’s?”
Zaleah didn’t respond. She simply rode his cock, taking more inside of her a little at a time. As I watched this unfold, I wondered if she and I would become like all the others? Would she deny me sex and want only his? Her movements became faster and more fluent.
The shocks and struts in the Impala began to squeak and moan. And the car was soon bouncing.
“That’s it, baby! Get that dick!” Eddie said, squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and then slapping them. “You’ve waited all summer for this dick! Take it all in!”
“I’m trying!” Zaleah whimpered as she fell further down. “Shit! I’m gonna cum!” She rose up off his cock and juices poured from her snatch.
“Fuck! You’re gonna have me coming in no time, baby! I want to cum inside you! Do you want me to?”
My dick was hard as a rail. Zaleah took hold of his shaft and guided him back in.
“Ask Derrick,” she said, her ass slapping his thighs.
“Where do you want me to cum, Derrick?”
I weighed my options. I knew that Zaleah wanted his seed inside of her, and knew what Eddie would do. She was just deferring to me to give an answer.
“Cum inside her,” I said. Her ass cheeks rippled and her beautiful brown hair tossed about her shoulders.
“You hear that, baby? He wants my cum inside you!”
“Thanks, sweetie!” she said.
“I don’t think he likes me fucking you. What do you say to that?”
“Tough shit! Oh god! I’m gonna cum again!”
“You gonna fuck a lot of guys when you get home?”
“Yeah!”
“Make Derrick watch, huh?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“Derrick, grab her hair and pull!”
It shames me to say it, but I did as I was told. I took a fistful of her hair, and jerked her head back as far as it would go. Zaleah held onto the back of seat, her nails dug grooves in the leather. Eddie’s thrusts met hers and soon he had taken over.
“Fuck, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!“
I felt humiliated in that moment. In just a short while, another man’s seed would be inside her. I thought about the six women he had impregnated. I was sure that the four that wanted his baby, did it to spite their husbands. But was certain that all six were intentional on Eddie’s part. I couldn’t fathom watching Zaleah’s belly growing bigger, knowing it wasn’t I who did it.
Their bodies were resting now; the cab was silent except for heavy breathing and Zaleah softly moaning. I watched while they kissed; their tongues frolicking in each other’s mouths. Eddie grabbed her tits and sucked on her nipples. Zaleah began humping his cock again.
“Why don’t you clean me up?” His dick fell out of her cunt and slapped the seat between his legs. Kneeling on the seat beside him, she readily sucked him into her mouth. “You have a beautiful woman here, Derrick,” he said, holding her hair back from her face. “How did you like it?”
“I liked it.”
“Don’t bullshit me. You’re just like every other husband whose wife I’ve fucked. Your dick is hard, you want me to fuck her again but you hate yourself for it. Trust me, it won’t be any problem for me to travel to where you live and fuck her again. You’ll come home one day and find me balls deep inside her.”
Zaleah continued sucking and cleaning his dick, as if never hearing our conversation.
“She’s found something exciting! She’ll be fucking other men and you’ll go out of your way to find them for her!”
My face felt hot with anger. Encountering a man like Eddie was what I feared the most. Zaleah soon got dressed and we parted ways. They shared an extra long kiss and hug.
“I can still feel your cum inside me,” she said.
“That’s good. Have Derrick take sloppy seconds when you get home.”
“I will. Are you going to be around for the next couple of days?”
“Do you want me to fuck you again?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then I’ll be around.”
We parted ways and Zaleah took my hand as we headed for the exit.
“I like him,” she said in a dreamy tone.
I didn’t say a word. My wife had just had sex with another man, and had his seed somewhere in her belly. And he was right. I hated myself for it.
I walked about the car show, looked at cars I was disinterested in and talked to people I couldn’t care less about. I found a food stand and bought a cup of coffee. The rich aroma and dark roasted flavor helped calm my nerves a little.
I thought about the woman whose husband shot himself. What unimaginable depths could cause someone to do that? Were they as loving as were before they began? I could hear the pain and remorse in her voice as she recalled the story.
I wondered if she had ever fully recovered from it.
Soon it was dark and the crowd began to thin out. I found a spot where I could spy the Impala and waited for the text. Nothing came. They were in the backseat, kissing and fondling each other.
As his mouth went to her neck, I waited. When her sweater went up over her head, I waited. When his mouth went to her tits, I waited. He kissed and licked almost every inch of flesh before sucking each nipple. Her eyes were closed and mouth agape. She held his head with her hands and curled her fingers in his hair.
Zaleah laid back on the seat, her legs lifted high. Eddie took off her boots and socks, then her leggings and underwear. And when he disappeared, I knew what he was doing. I pictured his head between her legs, his mouth covering her snatch; licking and sucking.
For a time, I fought off the temptation to walk up to the car and get in the front seat or stand beside and watch. My cock was hard in my pants and my balls hurt like hell! One step at a time, I made my way to the Impala, until I was just outside the door.
Zaleah was moaning and thrusting her hips against his face. With one hand, she squeezed her tits, and with the other, she pulled his head tighter against her sex. Eyes still closed, she lifted her head, mouth open, not making a sound. Her abdominal muscles flexed and I knew what that meant.
Suddenly, there was a splashing sound, her head threw back into the seat and her back arched. Closing time had come and gone. One by one, streetlights went out save for the one thirty feet away; a dimly burning amber bulb. I could see barely anything.
Zaleah whimpered and moaned and punched the back of the seat. From what little I could see, it appeared as though she was trying to twist her pussy from his face. “Oh, god! Please! You’ve gotta stop! God! Damn it!” she screamed and punched the seat even harder. But wherever she went, his head did, too.
She was soon gasping for air, verging on hyperventilation.
Conversations I’d had with references played in my head. All men agreed that Eddie was an asshole and that he always got his way. No woman walked away from him dissatisfied. I recalled the night they masturbated together and how I was asked out of the room. Just as sure as I was at the time that I was being conditioned, I knew he had no intention of texting me.
“You son of a bitch!” she cried, slapping at his head and the leather upholstery. Her ass had come up off the seat. When her eyes opened, she saw me standing outside the window.
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For the remainder of the month, Zaleah let her pubic hair grow. When I asked her why, she said that Eddie liked for a full, bushy patch to be present above the vagina, and the rest to be shaved bare. She was going the day before to get a Brazilian wax done.
The closer we got, the edgier she became. Our sex life had become more robust and animalistic. I think part of her unease was that there weren’t any more video chats with Eddie. That much, I was relieved of!
I had to brace myself for the inevitable.
Our flight to Nashville took about two hours. The nearly three and a half hour drive to Pigeon Forge was almost more than I could take. At one point, she had opted for taking her leggings off, and masturbating in the seat beside me. Pussy juices puddled in the floor mat and soaked the seat.
“Pull alongside this semi and honk the horn,” she said, moaning. “Hurry up! I’m about ready to squirt and I want him to see it!”
I hit the gas and pulled up beside him. It was an older man, probably in his fifties, bald with a patchy beard. I honked the horn and he looked down. With her right leg draped out the window, he got a bird’s eye view of her deep-knuckling her snatch three fingers wide. He, in turn, honked his horn, and motioned for her to pull up her shirt.
Pulling up her shirt and bra, too, she jiggled her tits. The trucker motioned for us to take the next exit, and I sped away.
“Wasn’t that hot?!” she cried.
“Yeah,” I responded icily.
“What? What’s wrong?” Zaleah asked putting her clothes back on.
“Nothing. It’s nothing,” I said.
“Okay. Well, if it’s nothing, then do you mind slowing down? You’re doing ninety!”
I took my foot off the accelerant and loosened my grip on the wheel.
“Are you mad about something?” she asked with a look of concern.
“No…well, no. Forget it.”
“I can’t forget it. What?”
“It’s just that…we went into this with the agreement that you would have sex with someone else, I would have sex with someone else. And so far, you’re the only one that’s going to be having sex! I can’t talk to you, I can’t touch you, I can’t play with myself-I can’t do a fucking thing!”
“Do you not want me to have sex with Eddie?”
“What difference does it make of what I want, huh? No. Go ahead! Have sex with! Fuck him! Fuck him until your heart’s content!”
Zaleah fell silent the rest of the way. When we got to the house we rented, Zaleah ran upstairs to clean up and change.
“How do I look?” she asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs and spinning around.
“Beautiful,” I said. She was wearing a new pair of leggings, knee high boots and a pink, low-cut sweater.
“Is that what you’re wearing?”
“I’m not the one having sex, remember?” I said walking to the door.
We spent the first couple of hours walking about Pigeon Forge, taking in what sights we could. Creating small talk, we were able to diffuse some of the tension between us. Stopping off at a restaurant, I ordered something light.
“Baby, I just-“
“Don’t,” I interrupted her. “It’s too late to turn back now. It’s gonna happen.”
She nodded her head and we fell into more silence.
We got to the car show shortly before dark and found Eddie and his ’67 Chevy Impala close to the back. He was cordial with me and kissed Zaleah on the cheek.
“You look ravishing!” he said, cupping her breasts. “I’m going to kiss you know. Is that okay?”
She nodded her head and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Blood pumped to my dick as I scanned the crowd. No one seemed to be paying attention. Not being sure as to whether or not I was allowed to speak, I remained silent.
“Wew!” Zaleah fanned her face as they stepped away from each other. “So,um, where are we gonna, you know, do this?”
Eddie tapped the hood of his car and said, “right here.”
“On the hood?” she asked, giddy with excitement.
“No, silly. In the backseat.”
“Won’t people see us?”
“Not after it gets dark. It’ll be getting chilly soon and people will be less apt to walk all the way back here.”
“You seem pretty sure of that,” I said.
“I’ve fucked many a wife in that backseat, Derrick, while being here. I know what I’m talking about. Why don’t you leave Zaleah to me and take a walk and admire the cars. We will text you when we’re getting ready to start.”
Zaleah gave me a bashful grin as I walked away. All the men were right: Eddie was an asshole. The sun was setting just beyond the mountains. In a little he would be fucking my wife.
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Over the course of the next week, we went over the references. Of the 85% of the people who called us back, 97% of the women gave a favorable review. And 76% of the men gave us a favorable opinion.
I even talked to the man whom he had tossed out of the room.
“Eddie’s an asshole,” he said. “But he goes above and beyond the expectations.”
I hung my head. For some reason, I wasn’t liking Eddie as our top choice.
“Did it piss you off that he threw you out of the room?”
“Fuck, yeah, it pissed me off! But that’s Eddie.”
“What did your wife think about him coming inside her?”
“She didn’t give a fuck! She was head deep in orgasm!” I told him what happened the previous week of him asking me out of the room so they could masturbate together.
“Oh, man! You’re already being trained. What place did you rent down there?”
“Mountain Meadows Resort. We bought a timeshare.”
He laughed. “Best of luck, brother.”
After the kids had gone to bed, Zaleah and I sat down and compared notes. Almost 100% of the men all agreed that Eddie was an asshole. Of the 24% of men who didn’t approve of Eddie, six of those men’s wives became pregnant; four of them were intentional. Some of the 76% of men gave Eddie the freedom to fuck their wives whenever he wanted. Most of them would come home during such times.
Of the 3% of women who didn’t approve of Eddie, two of them were the ones who became pregnant unintentionally. They kept the babies. One of the women’s husbands couldn’t stomach raising another man’s child, and he left. One woman said that Eddie had turned her into a bitch.
“His cock was all I could think about,” she said. “The only thing I would let my husband do was eat my pussy.”
She was soon having sex with Eddie without her husband’s consent. The first time her husband came home and caught them, they were in the spooning position. Her husband’s reaction?
“What the fuck is this?”
“I’m getting fucked! Get the hell out of here!”
“It got so bad,” she said, “I was calling my girlfriends over to watch me have sex with him.” Eddie eventually fucked all of them, too. Some of them were married. Tensions in their marriage became so great, one day during Monday Night Football when her husband had a couple of friends over, she walked into the living room stark naked and asked which one wanted to fuck her. “My husband can’t get the job done, so maybe one of you can!” Both of his friends took her back to the bedroom and nailed her.
The final straw came when her husband found them fucking in his den, and in his father’s chair. He left the room, came back with his nickel plated .38 revolver, and blew his brains out.
“That fucked me up! Fucked Eddie up, too! He wasn’t banging anyone for a long time after that,” she said with a breaking voice. “I don’t know. But that was years ago. Maybe he’s mellowed out some. Who knows?”
We plugged all the information and variables into a probability simulator on the laptop, and came back with an 82% success rate.
“I think we should go with him,” Zaleah said almost immediately.
“Wait. Aren’t we going to talk about this?”
“It says eighty-two percent!”
“Yeah! That’s on a computer! It simulates shit! This is reality. It doesn’t take into consideration the guy who committed suicide!”
“Yes, it does! I plugged it in. You don’t like him because he has a bigger-“
“A bigger, what?”
“Derrick, isn’t that the reason why husbands have other men fuck their wives because they have bigger dicks?”
“Bigger dicks, yes! Not so the husband can commit suicide!”
“That’s one sob story out of all the other ones we heard! Even the husbands that don’t like him approve of him. Some of their wives are still having sex with him.”
“What about some of the other candidates? I’m sure there are some.”
“We haven’t gotten a hit in a while, and we’ve been going over this all summer long. I’m excited to try this, aren’t you?”
Truth be told, I was. My wife, former model and registered nurse, had a chance to have sex with someone else, and give us a push into swinging.
“But the guy who killed himself.”
“They lived two counties over. It was easy for them to meet. We’re three states away! How much easier does that make it?”
It didn’t. But I was afraid of being brought to such a state of depravity, I might do the same thing.
Soon, we were calling him on video chat.
“Excellent!” he said upon hearing the news. “Let’s all three go into the bedroom.”
Once we were there, he had Zaleah set the laptop on the bed. She stripped naked, grabbed her extra-large dildo from the dresser she had bought recently and laid down in front of the camera. I sat off to the side. Eddie was masturbating with a fistful of lotion. After several minutes, of working up her emotions, he told her to insert the dildo, and imagine it was him.
“I’m right there, Zaleah. Penetrating deep to your cervix. Do you feel it?” She moaned. “Thrusting in and out, nice and slow.” Her hips were rocking and juice was pouring from her pussy. “Derrick is watching! But I want you to pretend he’s invisible. Does that turn you on?”
“Yes!”
“How much does it turn you on?”
“So much! I’m so horny!”
“My dick is bigger than his, isn’t it?”
“Yes!”
“It feels better!”
“God, yes! So much better!”
“Look up, Zaleah! Watch me cum! Push the dildo in balls deep!” Zaleah did as he instructed. “Imagine I’m balls deep inside you! I’m about ready to cum! You want my cum, don’t you, Zaleah?”
“Fuck! Yes! I want your cum!”
Soon, his cock jerked and thick cream oozed from the tip. Juice squirted out of her pussy, and she succumbed to a leg shaking orgasm.
“Derrick, squeeze the ballsack!” he said. I did, and soon fake cum was pouring out. “Get naked and fuck her!”
I was all too eager to do it. I undressed quickly, hopped up on the bed, and sunk my cock into her sodden, cream filled pussy. I immediately started pounding her.
“Yes! That is nice, Derrick! You have a decent size, but not as big as mine! Fuck her, Derrick! Pound that pussy!”
I was banging her as hard as I could. Zaleah’s back was arching and her head was tossing about. I was close to blowing my load.
“Pull out, Derrick! Cum on her face!”
I did as I was told and was soon spraying my load over both her eyes, up nose and on her cheeks. I cleaned up her face, of course.
“That was hot! I’ll see you guys in less than a month!”
“Can’t wait!” Zaleah exclaimed before closing the laptop.
There’s a certain high that comes with thinking about your wife having sex with another man, and a certain low that follows once you ejaculate. That night, as I held her in my arms, and she went to sleep rather quickly, I realized how close we were getting to the date. And there was no way in hell I was going to be able to back out!
I wondered if the low that night matched the low of the real thing.
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For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a fantasy of watching my wife with someone else. Although, it can be quite tricky business bringing another human being into your relationship. Zaleah and I, (yes, she’s white) have always considered ourselves to be of the adventurous variety. She knew back in college that I was a skirt chaser, and I knew that she not only liked the cock, but the pussy, too.
However, when the topic of bringing a woman into the mix came up, Zaleah was hesitant.
“Women can be…nasty to one another,” she said. Working as a nurse in the hospital, Zaleah got an every day smorgasbord of nastiness. “Besides, I don’t know how I would feel about you having sex with another woman.”
“So a man it is, then?” I asked.
“Do you mind?”
And truly, I didn’t. I wasn’t the jealous type.
Zaleah is a beautiful woman, and I caught men and women alike checking her out. Allow me to describe her a little. Zaleah has long, wavy brown hair passed her shoulder blades, a killer curvy, thick body and D-cup sized tits.
After going over people we knew, including a few she worked with, we decided it was best to find someone and someplace far enough away to try this out. We found a Married, but looking website, created a profile and began to whittle down the candidates as they came in. After about a month’s worth searching, we finally decided on a man named Eddie down in Tennessee.
Now, Eddie is a former Marine, very much your alpha male and car enthusiast. He said that he would be down in Pigeon Forge for the Fall Run car show, and he’d like to see us. We video chatted during the course of that summer, Zaleah talked to him personally on the phone, and from the way she blushed, I could tell he was saying naughty and disgusting things to her.
One thing about Eddie, though: he wasn’t open to a threesome. Apparently, in the past, he had bad experiences with those.
“Before you guys settle on me, I just want to put this out there, you know-and I don’t mean to sound like a dick-but once the action starts, I don’t want to hear any talking from you, Derrick.”
“Talking from me? What do you mean?”
“Well, in my experience, husbands like to ask a lot of stupid questions. How’s his dick taste? Do you like sucking on it? Is his dick bigger than mine? Just a bunch of stupid questions that really take away from the moment, you know?”
“You don’t mind me being in the room? You just don’t want me to say anything, right?”
“Right. And like I said, I don’t mean to sound like a dick, but she’s sucking my dick and not yours. She has my dick in her pussy, not yours. I mean, one guy I was cuckolding, pissed me off so bad the first time, I forced him out of the room and locked the door! And he kept banging on the door, so I came inside her!”
“Wow!” was I could say.
“Yeah! I don’t fuck around!”
“Do you…always cum inside the…women?” Zaleah asked. I could tell she was getting a little embarrassed.
“I’ll cum wherever you want me to,” he said. “If you guys decide you want me to cum on her belly or face or something, I’ll cum there. But if in the course of having sex, she changes her mind and wants me to cum inside her, I’ll cum inside of her. I’ve got no problem with that.”
“And what if the husband doesn’t want you to?”
“I still do it! Look, the reason why men come to me to fuck there wives, is because I know how to do it. Not saying they don’t, but I fuck them the right way! They may have one orgasm with their husband, but with me, they have five! Women want me to fuck them time after time because I have a big dick and I touch places in their pussies their husbands can’t.”
“How big is your dick?” Zaleah asked.
“I haven’t shown you yet?” he asked surprised. He pulled the phone away from his body and a monstrous cock filled the screen. It was straight as a preacher’s alibi, whereas mine has a little curve to it.
“Oh, good lord!” Zaleah said, amazed.
“Yeah. So now you guys know that I’m not fucking around. And I don’t like the husbands to get naked. Sorry, I’m just a little homophobic about that.”
“No, it’s fine,” I said.
Actually, I didn’t know what to think. Eddie had shown his true dominant side. And what started out as threesome opportunity, had just turned into a straight out cuckold.
“Hey, Derrick, you mind if I borrow Zaleah for a while. I want to talk to her alone.”
“No. I need to step out for a smoke anyway.”
Grabbing my pack of cigarettes, I stepped outside and watched from the living room window. To my surprise, Zaleah set the laptop down on the coffee table, stripped naked, and began playing with herself.
Why couldn’t they have done this with me there? What was he saying to her? Had I just been trained?
Eddie was a very confident, attractive man and was forthright about what he wanted. If we decided on him, it seemed as though I was in a no-win situation. If I pissed him off, he came inside of her. If in the course of sex, Zaleah changed her mind, he came inside of her.
He had bent the rules in his favor.
He and Zaleah spent about ten minutes masturbating together before I was “allowed” in. My dick was hard and she had cum all over the couch. Before he ended the call, he gave us a list of references to rundown before we made our final decision. He was the only one we talked to who did that.
“I can see you’re horny now, Derrick. Now go fuck your wife!”
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