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I began the slow climb to Amy and I’s bedroom. The events of the day began to take shape in my mind. I realized that I had pissed my wife off. Her anger was apparent as I followed my wife and the two guys, Greg and Rob, up the stairs to our bedroom.

The day had started off innocently enough. Well, I say innocent, but I had thought of how this evening was going to end and it wasn’t supposed to be innocent, just not the turn of events that had just transpired.

It had all started three days ago when my wife’s boss, Rob, had called me to see if I was up for some shooting at the gun range. I was surprised to hear from him as Amy had told me that Rob had felt uncomfortable after our encounter in Orlando last month. While things had returned to normal for Rob, he still had seemed somewhat distant to Amy.

We talked about our shooting plans. Rob then asked me if I was uncomfortable with him.

I replied, “No. Are you uncomfortable with us?”

“Sort of…But I can’t get it out of my head.”

“What do you mean? The excitement, or the guilt?”


“Rob, we don’t expect you to participate anymore. You don’t need to feel guilt at all. Be involved with your life…make love to Rebecca…go to church…do whatever! Just don’t beat yourself up over it!” I said reassuringly.

“To be honest, I wanted to meet with Amy. I guess I am still curious.”

“That is out of the question!” I said firmly. “Amy and I do things together and only together. The night she stayed with you was our way of freeing her to explore her desires, nothing else.”

“I understand…I didn’t mean to have sex with her, just to talk.” Rob lied, more easily than he liked.

“If you still need to find out more about your curiosities and you want to do that with Amy, we all need to agree and talk about it.”

“Can we get together after shooting and just talk? I don’t know if I want to have sex, but, I want to talk about everything and just understand your and Amy’s feelings and then my own.”

I reflected on what Rob had said and I felt compassion for the guy.

“Ok, but it will just come up in conversation. Don’t say anything to Amy about you coming. We’ll see if we can’t just let everything happen naturally.”

Rob sounded relieved. “Sounds good!” How about Saturday, at around 1 pm?

“See you then!”

I knew I should have talked to Amy, but I thought it would be humorous to see her face when Rob showed up. Boy! Was I wrong!

Then yesterday, Greg called. This surprised me as Greg had been keeping a low profile since our first encounter and he had been friendly, but not wanting to get together with us. I allowed him the space without inquiry as I felt a little threatened by Greg. Greg is recently divorced and I didn’t want the specter of a relationship with Amy to loom over our exciting evening. When Greg called, he sounded very upbeat.

Hey…How is it goin’?” I replied to his affable hello.

Well…I’ve been thinking, it’s time we got together and just have fun. When are you free?”

I thought for a moment and almost didn’t invite him to my shooting event with Rob.

“Hey, I am going to the shooting range with a friend of mine. Wanna come?”

“I don’t want to impose…Yeah, sure.”

It didn’t dawn on me until a little later the awkwardness of the situation. Upon reflection, it was not my brightest moment.

I came home last night with full intentions of alerting Amy to my plans, just in case she wanted to bug out or something. I guess that little devil that watches over me for those weak moments got the better of me. Even this morning, it was still not too late.

And now, here I am walking up the stairs, following two guys that are going to fuck my pissed off wife in front of me and I am not even invited to participate. Under different circumstances, I would have probably been elated, now, I shudder at the coming consequences.

As I reach the top of the stairs, I suddenly become bold, wanting to take charge of the situation.

“Ok…this has gone far enough! Honey, I know you are pissed, but this is not the way to solve this. Why don’t we let these guys go home and we talk things through?” I said anxiously.

“Here is your options, HONEY,” she spat back, “Either you leave or stay and watch, cuz this is gonna happen whether you like it or not.”

Rob immediately said, “I can’t be here. This is not what I had in mind. I am going home!”

“Go ahead, go back to Rebecca.” Amy’s fury was building. “I am sure she wants to hear all about you and my husband’s,” and she glanced over at Greg, “and you as well, plans to have a little rendezvous with me tonight.”

Rob began to look at Amy intently, “you don’t mean that! You’re just pissed!”

“Why would I be pissed?” Amy asked. “Just because you all decided to treat me like a whore? You decided to pass me around like a bitch in heat? ” Amy’s anger continued to rage. “It’s apparent why there is a testosterone convention in my house! And you…” She whirled on me, “You are the worst! You set this up! I’m not your wife…I ‘m uh…uh…sex toy! Get out!” She ordered, “Get out!”

“I’m not leaving and this…this thing is not happening! Guys you need to go…Sorry”

Rob turned to Amy, “Amy, for what it’s worth, I didn’t intend for anything to happen…I just got caught up in the moment. I am very, very sorry” He bowed his head and left.

Greg pulled up his pants silently. Amy folded her arms across her bare breasts and watched as he finished dressing.

“Well? What about you?” She asked Greg with a small defiance left in her voice.

“If you’re looking for an apology, forget it! I didn’t come here with a preconceived notion about what would happen, I just wanted to visit your husband. YOU opened this door. Not him,” Greg motioned at me, ” or Rob. You made up your mind when you saw me standing there that we were here just to fuck ya. Not true. But if you said we could, we woulda, it’s that simple. Next time, don’t act like a bitch and you won’t be treated like one!”

Amy’s eyes became immediately stung with tears. Her shoulders slumped as the emotional outburst coupled with Greg’s stinging words left her drained and suddenly tired. Amy remained silent and buttoned up her blouse.

Greg then whirled on me, “You fucked up and you know it!”

Amy turned to me and said, “I’ll need some time alone.”

“I know. Me too.” I quietly responded.

I showed Greg out the door. Greg hesitated before he got in the car.

“I know I was harsh with Amy, and you fucked up, but I would hate to see something happen between you two. What you have is special.”

“I know…thanks!” I turned and briskly walked back into the house. The house seemed eerily quiet and empty.

I glanced upstairs and noticed our bedroom door was shut. I didn’t know if it was locked, I did know that I needed to leave Amy alone with her thoughts.

I sat in my recliner and began to process the events that had transpired. I began to ask myself questions like, “Are we over with?” “Is it too late” “Do I want to be married” “Do I want to continue our new lifestyle if she does?” “Does she even want to be married anymore?”

As the hours slipped into the wee hours of the morning, I realized that answers and sleep were equally elusive. I decided to take the bed in the spare bedroom.

I awoke late the next morning to hear Amy moving around in the kitchen. I got up quietly and walked into the kitchen. Amy stopped and leaned on a counter. She slowly turned to me. You could tell she had been crying.

“I allowed this all to happen. I should have stopped you the night we had with Greg. Greg’s right, I have been acting like a bitch in heat. That is not the way I want to live my life. Something needs to change.”

“I know,” I replied, as my heart was beginning to soften, “I pushed too hard on you. I simply wanted to spice things up, not make you feel cheap. I’m sorry!”

Amy sighed deeply, “I don’t know where to go from here. Rob is going to treat me differently. Work will never be the same. Oh God, I have really messed things up! Then there is us. Where do we go from here?”

“I don’t know. I do know I love you and I want to be married, no matter what. I am afraid that you might have different thoughts about that.” I looked at her as she moved nervously, biting her lip as she contemplated my words.

“I know you think this is all your doing, but it’s not. I planned and schemed as well.” She sighed heavily, “This will not be easy, but we got into this together, we will get out of this together. Are you in?”

“Yeah, I’m in.”

I started to take her into my arms, relieved that I was still married, but Amy stopped me, saying, “We need some rules! First, nobody, me included,” she pointed at herself, “pulls any surprises! Second, anything we do, does not include friends or work people. And finally, no matter what happens after this, we must both agree to everything including experiments! That means talking to each other.” She looked at me sternly, “Ok?”

“Ok, except,” I looked at her, “Are you saying that you still want to include other guys?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, on occasion, after we have agreed on who and when, and, I can tell you “when” will not be soon!”

“What about…”

Amy cut me off with a finger to her lips saying, “Shhhh…all in good time. Right now, we need to take care of some business. Follow me.”

As Amy led the way to our bedroom, she continued, “It’s not like last night didn’t make me horny, ya know! And…I have something I want to try.”

My mind began to whirl and my dick began to rise.

Amy began to smile as she glanced over her shoulder. I couldn’t guess what she had in mind.

As we walked into the bedroom, I could see that Amy had prepared some things. On her nightstand was some oils and a lubricant. She slowly turned toward me and dropped her robe revealing her naked body. I still marvel at her beauty that seems innocent yet passionate.

Amy stepped toward me and helped me to remove my underwear. My cock was already hard. She bent her mouth to mine and kissed me long and hard.

Amy then looked at me longingly and said, “I am sorry too! I hope you like my peace offering.”

I swallowed and said, “Oh…I do!”

Amy then looked a little mischievous as she smiled and whispered in my ear, “I have been looking on the internet and I want to try something. I want you in my ass. Can you be gentle?”

I began to breathe hard and I said, “Sweetheart, I will be soo… gentle. Are you sure?”

I couldn’t believe it. This was like the Holy Grail. Amy had made it very clear, early in our relationship, the brown door was off limits.

Amy then said, “Yeah, I guess this is my best peace offering.”

Amy then bent up and kissed and put my hand on her breast. I began to fondle her breast gently then I began to apply pressure to her nipples. Amy moaned softly.

I bent down to take a nipple in my mouth.

Amy reached down to stroke my cock gently, as my cock oozed with pre cum in her hand. She then bent down and began to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock. I began to jerk a little as I was totally turned on.

Just before I couldn’t stand it any longer, Amy stood up then went to the bed. She reached for the tube of lubricant and motioned me to lie beside her. She reached for my cock, resuming the gentle strokes, as I began to finger her now wet pussy.

My finger easily glided up and down her glistening slit causing her clit to slowly appear and begin to quiver. I circled the very tip of my finger around her clit as Amy’s breathing became heavy and I knew she was ready to cum.

I then began to use my thumb to rub her clit, while my middle finger slid down to her anus and began to slowly circle her sphincter muscle. Amy’s moaning became more urgent as my thumb and finger began to work in unison circling and gently brushing her clit while my finger slowly circled the little pink circle of her anus.

Her anus began to pucker. Amy began the rise to orgasm and then began to quiver and twitch in throes of her orgasm.

I then reached over and squeezed a generous amount of lube in on Amy’s anal orifice. I began to massage her anal organ then gently inserted the tip of my middle finger a little in to her puckering hole. Amy began to moan and writhe as the she felt the tingle of the multiple nerve endings as they sent shots of pleasure.

As I slowly began to move my finger into her anal tunnel, Amy began to become anxious, constricting her muscles around my finger. I stopped and just let my finger sit as I continued to massage her clit.

Her pussy juices were flowing readily by now, as I slid my thumb over her clit and then inside her vagina. Amy’s moaning picked up intensity as her focus shifted from my finger to the activities of my thumb. I felt her anal muscles relax and I continued to push further in her anus with my finger.

As soon as my middle finger was in to the first joint, I began to slowly insert the tip of my index finger into the anal canal. Amy gasped and I thought she would tell me to stop. Since she continued to enjoy my thumb, I continued my slow, deliberate journey into the reaches of her anal cavity.

Amy seemed to sense that the initial discomfort had subsided and the sensual feelings from her anus were heightening her experience. Amy relaxed and began to wiggle her ass as both fingers slid completely in. I began to slowly, rhythmically move them in and out, while continuing my clitoral massage with my thumb.

My breathing was slow and shallow as I tuned into my wife’s deepest emotional center to detect the slightest hint of pain. Even a hint of pain would negate the sensual anal experience we were both enjoying.

I withdrew my fingers, wiped my hands on a little hand towel then reached for more lube. Amy’s eyes were closed as I maneuvered in behind her. She then prepared for me to enter her by starting to get on her knees and elbows, then, she stopped.

“I have a better idea! I read online that you should get on your back,” Amy directed. I complied and she straddled me at the waist and began to guide my cock into her ass. This was great. Amy could control the speed and depth of the insertion.

As the head of my penis touched her sphincter muscle she gasped.Amy then rubbed the head of my cock around her anus, gathering lubricant, then slowly put the tip into the anal tunnel.

Slowly, slowly she lowered herself down onto my penis as the mushroom slowly disappeared into her lovely ass. Her concentration was intense. There were little beads of sweat glistening on her upper lip.

Amy stopped as the thickest part of cock head was just at the opening. Amy almost lifted off then, she pressed down and my cock completely disappeared. After letting my cock sit for a couple of seconds, the shaft slowly disappeared and I found my whole penis buried deep into my wife’s beautiful, gorgeous ass.

Amy began to enjoy the fullness she found in her anal tunnel and began slow short strokes up and down. I had lubricated everything well, so as to minimize the discomfort.

I sit up to use my hand to play with her clit. Amy began to moan with pleasure as her strokes began to quicken and she urged me to massage her clit.

Suddenly, she began to convulse in orgasm, filling my hand with pussy juice as she rolled her eyes back into her sockets. Her tummy muscles were rippling as her orgasm peaked.

I maneuvered to get on my knees, bending Amy forward so that I could take control. I began to move my cock in and out of her ass in short quick strokes knowing that I was going to cum quickly. Amy began to cry out, “Oh cum Baby, cum. Cum in my ass. It feel sooo good…oh god this feels good!”

All of a sudden my back muscles tightened and I shot my wad deep inside as I buried my cock to the hilt. Amy looked back behind her with a loving smileas I showed my relief and pleasure. We rolled to one side as I left my cock inside her until it was completely limp.

I then kissed my wife, got up and ran a tub of hot water.

I asked Amy, “Are you bleeding or anything?”

“No. Maybe a little sore! It felt good, Honey. I didn’t know I could have that many sensations at once. A bath will be nice.”

Later, after our bath, we laid down together for a much needed rest. I reflected on the events leading to this moment. I reflected on the challenges, the mistakes and the excitement of our adventures.

I don’t know what the future holds for Amy and me. I do know that we love each other and we’ve grown as a couple. Maybe the wife sharing thing won’t happen ever again, then again, maybe it will.

This is a wife sharing, cuckold story. If you don’t like these kinds of stories then why in the hell are you reading it. If you want romantic stories then you need to be reading the stories in Romantic Encounters.

Tuesday morning, the second Tuesday under “Heather Rules,” I wake up smelling fresh bacon and eggs and hearing voices one of which is Heather’s.

By the time my eyes are able to focus, Heather is standing in the doorway naked, of course, with our ever faithful personal bellboy, Jason. I hear him tell her; “It’s a date; I’ll pick you up Thursday morning,” and then she kissed him on the lips. Flustered, Jason disappeared down the hall; Heather standing in the hall waving goodbye until Jason is on the elevator.

Heather turned and seeing me awake said, “I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you but it’s just as well breakfast is getting cold.” I must have looked confused because Heather smirked and added, “I woke up early and ordered breakfast, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

Then the look on her face became very serious and she answered my unasked question with broken sentences, “Yes, I’m OK, it’s just that yesterday…I…but I think we both know….” Then a smile came over her face and her demeanor changed, “I’m a whore now and that’s just the way it’s going to be, at least while we’re in California.”

She next started to say something and then stopped. I think she was going to ask me if I was OK but then realized that my agreement to Heather’s Rules meant I did not get an opinion.

I just grunted and crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom.

The funny thing is I was alright with everything. Mentally, I knew I should have been pissed off and demanding that Heather stop this shit immediately but in all honesty I was not. I liked Heather this way; I liked being married to a whore. It made her more desirable to me somehow knowing I was getting for free what others were paying for and no matter what Heather would always be mine. Well, mine and Sy’s.

Heather, still naked, was sitting on the balcony munching on her breakfast when I joined her. “So, you probably gave poor Jason a heart attack when you greeted him at the door.” I said breaking the morning silence.

Heather just smiled, “Oh he was a little startled at first but he got over it quickly enough. It was so cute how he blushed and tried to pretend not to look while checking me out. He even asked me out on a date.” Heather said with a sly, smug, devilish look on her face.

“He did, did he?” I asked in mock indignation.

“Yep, he and some of his friends are going water skiing Thursday to celebrate one of the boy’s eighteenth birthday and Jason asked me to come along.” Heather answered. “I think it will be fun.”

“How many of his ‘friends’ are there going to be?” I queried.

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask,” she answered. “Like you heard, Jason said he’d pick me up early Thursday morning since it’s a long trip to the lake and he’ll have me back later Thursday.”

I just raised my eyebrows and we changed the subject, deciding to have dinner and do some dancing tonight. After we finished breakfast, I barely had time to shower and get dressed for today’s class. What I really wanted is to have Heather’s pussy wrapped around the hardon I always seem to be sporting lately.

Heather saw me off by standing in the hallway, naked of course, until the elevator came.

In class, Don was a much happier man, smiling and giving me a high five when we met at the break. “Damn that whore was good. I fucked her three times; I never fuck anyone more than once before I fall asleep. The last time she let me cum in her pussy, god it felt so good, having her pussy wrapped around my bare cock the way god intended it to be. Cost me a helluva lot but it was worth every penny. Best piece of ass I ever had,” he exclaimed.

I felt a little embarrassed having another man talk about fucking my wife and her being a “whore” but that was nothing compared to how honored I felt to be married to a woman who could be so highly praised for her skills in the sack.

By the end of the day, I was starving and ready to get back to my wife and have a fun evening with just her and me. But then I had a thought and I almost let it pass but instead I pulled out my cell phone. Pulling out the card I had put in my wallet; I dialed the number and the voice on the other end answered and said, “Hello, this is David.”

“Hi, David, this is Larry, Heather’s husband. Listen, Heather is free tonight and I thought you might like to drift by and join us latter. Maybe for coffee and dessert and some dancing and maybe some fun after that,” I told him.

David, of course, was all for it. We arranged for it to look like a coincidence that David would run into us at the restaurant where I would invite him to join us and the rest will play out from there.

I knew it was insane but sanity left me a long time ago. I knew I was arranging for David to fuck my wife and that I should have been ashamed of myself but I was not.

I love Heather and I love letting other men fuck my wife. If you have a problem with that then FUCK OFF asshole!

Heather wanted to surprise me so I went to the restaurant and waited. I had just sat down when in walked the most beautiful redhead in the world even though everything about her screamed slut!

Heather’s hair was showy but tasteful. Her alabaster skin was perfectly polished giving her a radiant glow. Her makeup was heavier than normal but it was perfect from her ruby red lips, to her blush to her mascara.

The dress she was wearing was unbelievable. It was a tight fitting gold lame that just covered her breasts in the front, the shoulder straps crisscrossed in the back leaving her back bare almost to her butt. The hem ran to maybe two inches below her crotch showing off her sexy legs and a lot more than that if she was not careful. It was so form fitting that it was obvious she was not wearing anything underneath, as evidenced by her nipples standing out high and proud against the stretchy fabric.

Her breasts had that special jiggle I love watching when she moved.

Her matching Gold 5″ spike heel shoes finished of the outfit. And of course, the silver colored chain around her ankle denoting Heather’s indentured status.

Heather came to me and we kissed passionately, every eye in the room watching us.

Our waiter came to us, or should I say Heather, instantly. Heather started with some white wine; I, of course, stayed with my normal iced tea.

Heather was absolutely radiant and she knew it. She provided the waiter with an ample view of her almost bare tits and she even pretended to drop her napkin just so she could give him a close up look at her long legs and probably her bald pussy when he picked it up for her.

All through dinner, we laughed and talked and held hands and kissed the way lovers do when their love is new and fresh. Men stared at us, well Heather actually. She knew it; I knew it and we both loved it.

By her forth glass of wine, Heather had lost all inhibition and was very giddy. She was laughing almost constantly; causing her braless breasts to jiggle, fantastically, just the way I like. Our poor waiter had a devil of a time hiding his boner from the other patrons.

Practically on cue, David strolled by our table and even better, he caught Heather’s eye. Heather grabbed him immediately and even greeted him with an enthusiastic embrace and a sexy full kiss on the lips; telling him to join us. And of course he accepted.

Dessert was ordered. David ordered a cognac for himself and Heather; he offered me one but I declined. Between our waiter, David and me, Heather had the undivided attention of three very horny men. As we enjoyed our dessert, David kept Heather entertained by whispering compliments and dirty things into Heather’s ear. Heather giggled like a school girl and playfully swatted David on the hand pretending to be embarrassed.

David rested his hand on the bare inner thigh of Heather’s right leg and slowly rubbed it; pushing the hem of Heather’s short dress higher and higher up her leg. Neither Heather nor I did or said anything; we were both just enjoying the moment.

Heather was buzzed when we got up to leave so she was in a very good mood. She left David and me to go to the ladies room but not before giving both of us a kiss. On her way back to us I watched as she passed our waiter, whispered something to him making him smile and they immediately disappeared into the kitchen.

David went to get his car as I waited for Heather. Curiosity got the better of me so I went around to the back of the restaurant and in the shadows I could see Heather topless and on her knees; her right hand and mouth wrapped around our waiter’s cock and her left hand working the guy’s scrotum and balls.

Silently, I watched as my wife worked to bring this guy off. He had his hands on the back of her head; guiding her as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his hard pole. All too soon, the guy moaned and I watched as his ass contracted and he shot his hot semen into my slut wife’s mouth.

Once his contractions stopped, Heather stood up with her nasty mouth open so the guy could see his semen deposited there. She closed her mouth, swallowed and licked her lips before she opened her mouth again to show our waiter that his stuff was all gone.

About that time, I realized I probably should not have tipped him since I think Heather had given him a big enough tip already.

Still topless she made small talk with the waiter as he fondled her bare breasts and pinched and sucked her nipples. Now it was her turn to help him as she used her hands on the back of his head to guiding him in pleasuring her breasts.

His break ended far too soon for Heather and he went back into the restaurant a much happier man.

Heather waited until he was gone before she walked over to me. “I didn’t think you had seen me,” I told her as she stood in front of me still naked from the waist up. I took advantage of the opportunity to stroke her still wet nipples and fondle her bare breasts.

She just smiled before turning her back to me and asked me to, “Lace me up.”

I pulled the strings of the straps up to her shoulders, recovering her breasts, tightened the laces crisscrossing her back and retied the ends. With Heather decent again we were ready to find David and leave for more fun.

David took us to a dance club and for the next couple of hours Heather danced with us and several of the other guys that asked her. David and the others took advantage of their time with Heather as they ran their hands over the bare places of her body, repeatedly squeezing and fondling her tits and ass as they danced.

Heather and David came back to the table where Heather sat on David’s lap. David pulled Heather to him and wrapped his arms around her kissing her deeply over and over again. It still felt a little strange watching another man be so intimate with my wife but more than that, it was too much of a thrill to ever stop.

David’s hand was under Heather’s dress. He turned her so that I could see his middle finger slide in and out of my wife’s sopping wet hole.

Heather broke their kiss and softly whispered, “I’m ready.” David and I immediately knew what she meant. David settled our tab and drove us back to our hotel. Instead of going to our room though, David took us to one of the suites on the top floor of the hotel. A perk of being the cop in the hotel I suppose.

Once in the room it was apparent that David had prepared. The lights were dimmed and soft romantic music played in the background. David opened a bottle of Champaign that he had chilling in a bucket and poured two glasses. Handed Heather her glass, he took the other. I was here as an extra.

After sipping their Champaign, Heather and David embraced and began kissing tenderly, their bodies swaying in time to the soft music. Pangs of jealousy stabbed me in the stomach but my horniness kept me glued in place as I watched the erotic scene unfolding in front of me.

David’s hands gripped Heather’s butt cheeks tightly, pulling her body hard into his. Their tongues danced in and out of each other’s mouths as the sexual tension rose. I stood silently observing and videoing, recording another of my wife’s infidelities.

A tug of a string and the knot binding Heather’s dress to her body was gone. The twin threads crisscrossing Heather’s back slackened. David and Heather’s body separated enough for David to slide the cords down and off Heather’s shoulders.

The layer of golden fabric that had covered Heather began to be peeled from her body to reveal the twin succulent orbs of her breasts tipped with their matching pink spheres. David reverently held them in his hands whispering almost inaudibly, “So beautiful.”

David bent his head and drew one of the tender nubs into his mouth causing a sigh to escape Heather’s lips. David turned his attention to the other before returning to the first and then alternating one to the other. Heather entwined David’s hair in her hands encouraging him in his oral explorations.

Heather pulled away from her new lover long enough to slip her dress off so that she now stood naked for his admiration. Lascivious eyes raked over her pale flesh taking in the beauty of her nakedness. David was totally captivated by the sensual creature in front of him and could only keep repeating, “My god you’re so beautiful.”

It struck me how true he was and how much I had taken Heather’s beauty for granted through the years. Sometimes it takes having others to point the obvious out to you to know how blessed you are and how easy it is not to appreciate the gifts we are given.

David’s eyes settled on the vertical slit running between Heather’s legs. A shaking hand went to it and a single finger slid up and down its length which was wet and gooey with Heather’s love dew. Heather’s love lips parted and separated as the invader probed up and down. Heather’s eyes were closed and her face reflected the pleasure her lover’s digit provided.

David stopped rubbing and brought his sopping wet finger up to his nose to savor the heady aroma of my wife. The finger next went in his mouth for him to taste the ultra sweet nectar. My mouth was watering like I tasted the same sweetness David did.

After that, David guided Heather in a slow spin as his gaze roamed up and down the naked womanly vision before him. With Heather’s back to him, David next reached around Heather’s body to clutch her breasts greedily in his hands and pull her bare body into his. He pulled Heather’s hair to the side and sensuously began to kiss and nibble the tender skin of Heather’s earlobe and neck.

Heather’s breathing was rough and ragged and her constant sighing revealed her increasing agitation as her pleasure rose.

When Heather was ready she turned around to face her tormenter and began to release the buttons of shirt in preparation. In quick order David was unburdened of his shirt, pants and other garments until he too stood naked before his lover, my wife, his hard cock jutting lewdly out in front of him pointing straight at Heather for her own lustful and admiring gaze.

David was remarkably fit for his age, lacking the pot belly and love handles that are the plague of most men his age. A circular scar on his chest bore witness to a bullet wound suffered years earlier. In front, David sported a rock hard circumcised cock that stood straight and proud, 6″ long and fairly big around.

Heather toyed with it in her hands as she looked into David’s eyes and coyly giggled and smiled before she sank to her knees. Heather took her time admiring her latest toy; eyeing it appreciatively and rubbing her hands up and down and around its girth.

At the tip, a drop of fluid winked from the hole. Heather smiled playfully and stuck out her tongue and touched it to the opening in the purple head; tasting David’s first few drops of cum. Once these were gone, Heather opened her mouth and engulfed the tender flesh; her lips encircling the shaft behind the head. Heather’s cheeks alternately puffed out and drew in as she began to suck on David’s hard cock.

Silently I removed my own clothing and released my own over hard cock; it felt so good.

David could only stand much of Heather’s oral ministrations before he risked dumping his load down her throat. Despite the overwhelming feeling of pleasure he was feeling, he was intent on depositing his seed in Heather’s love box.

Without speaking, he reached down and pulled Heather to her feet. Engulfing her in his embrace, he kissed her lustfully before he lifted her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom as I followed close behind.

Once in the bedroom, they continued their lustful kissing until David laid Heather onto their waiting bed. Staring deep into her lover eyes, she opened her legs for her newest lover to admire her exposed slit and its tender fleshy folds for the first time. David’s eyes were filled with admiration and lust.

She ran the fingers of her right hand up and down her wet slit from her clit to her vagina several times until she stopped and separated her two tender petals; pulling them wide apart to unveil her most intimate pink treasure normally hidden beneath.

David took a few seconds to gaze at the womanly vision presented to him before he crawled between Heather’s spread legs and pointed his stiff member at Heather’s waiting entrance. Heather’s hand wrapped around his pole and David pushed forward, making contact and then slowly sank himself into my wife’s pussy.

Heather sighed and a low, growling, “yesssss” escaped her lips as the hard shaft slipped past her outer lips and began to fill her love tunnel with its engorged hardness.

Although I know it had happened several times over the last week, this was my first time to actually watch another man fuck my wife. On one hand, I felt like someone had just punched me in the gut. On the other hand, it was one of the sexiest, most mesmerizing things I have ever witnessed in my life; seeing David’s hard cock disappear into my wife. My wife, who until only a week ago had only had sex with me.

My cock still gets hard each time I watch the video I have watched hundreds of times of David’s hard cock sliding into Heather’s overheated vagina.

David’s ass began to slowly rise and fall as his cock moved in and out of my unfaithful wife. I could almost feel her moist tightness around my own hard cock, having felt it myself so many times before.

There was no way David was going to last long even though he was determined to take his time. I was still videoing the sexy scene and focused close up from behind as David’s rod slid in and out, building to the inevitable climax. The image of David buried balls deep in Heather filled the view finder as David’s balls pumped up and down; the unmistakable sign that David was pumping his hot semen into my adulterous wife.

David lay on Heather kissing her for a few moments before he rolled off of her and pulled his rapidly deflating penis from my wife’s just fucked vagina. I stayed focused on my wife’s pussy as it closed behind David’s just vacated cock; capturing the image of another man’s semen left in the interior of my wife’s tunnel and coating her delicate nether lips.

I never stopped videoing. I was determined to capture as much of the salacious scene as I could as David’s cream oozed from Heather’s pussy. As I videoed a finger came into my viewer and began to curve indicating it was my turn. I set the camera down still pointed at the bed and moved to where Heather wanted me.

Heather patted the covers next to her and I lay down next to Heather just like she wanted. I should have known what was coming but I was still surprised.

Heather smiled devilishly and straddled me with her legs on either side of my head. I gazed up at Heather’s bald pussy, slick and dripping from a mixture of Heather’s love juices and David’s freshly deposited semen, still steaming. Heather’s lowered her freshly fucked pussy closer to her target.

A husband wants to know where all the white women in his conservative suburban town really go at night (NOT knitting circles and gin rummy!)


Rick’s wife Dina goes out nights and doesn’t come back until late – looking disheveled. She says she’s going to crochet and knitting circles or Tupperware parties or girl movie night or scrapbooking or Oprah book club night. But she always comes back so late and always seems so beat and exhausted, never even saying a word to him, just collapsing asleep. And she often stinks really bad, not taking a shower until the morning after sleeping in a while.

One night he follows her to see what’s really going on. She drives through the bad area of town and parks on the street. She walks down a block and down an alley. He doesn’t want to be seen, so he stays back and watches from a distance with his binoculars. As he waits he sees lots of other women from his neighborhood – his kids’ teacher, Miss Applebottom, their Church organist, the librarian, the cheerleading squad, his wife’s sister, their babysitter, etc., etc. He thinks maybe she’s telling the truth, after all, it is all women, but why drive so far out of the way to such a risky place?

He falls asleep in the car and is woken up in the morning by a basketball bouncing off his windshield. He’s harassed by a bunch of black guys and drives off. Looking down the alley, he sees nothing down there at all.

One day he accidentally finds rumpled up, stained slutty clothes stuffed in her bag she brings with her, instead of yarn and needles. He confronts her and asks what’s really going on.

She gives in and says, okay, she’ll tell him the truth. But she can’t describe it to him, she has to show it to him for him to understand. He says “let’s go”. She says it’s only open at night and there’s one other catch – only women are allowed in. But, she says, he’s always been a slim, kind of feminine guy, just an inch or two shorter than her and clean-shaven. She says they could take the day to go out and buy him some clothes and he could pass as a woman.

They spend the day shopping for clothes, she makes him try on really slutty stuff, g-strings and crotchless panties, picks out a wig for him, does him in really tacky make-up, pumps, a push-up bra, etc.

That night they head out. She takes him down the back alley, but they don’t go into any of the buildings. Then they turn the corner and he’s shocked at what he sees. Tons of anonymous black guys lined up in the alley doing all sorts of horrendous things to all the white women from his neighborhood that he saw before.

One woman recognizes Rick’s wife and walks over. To Rick’s horror, he recognizes her as Peggy, his boss from the bank he works at! He wants to run and hide, certain he’ll be recognized, but his wife holds him there. Peggy walks over, kisses Dina and asks who the new girl is that’s with her, sizing Rick up lewdly. Dina lies and says Rick (or, as she calls him, “Rachel”) is her friend from out of town and that it’s her first time. Peggy smiles and says he’s a lucky girl and calls Luke over, the ringmaster.

Dina explains to Rick that this is what the ladies call “Mandingo Row” – the black guys call it “Nigga Alley”. White women come here to be used and abused in anonymous, dirty, back alley sex. Luke comes over and Dina tells him that this is her “cousin” visiting from out of town and that “she likes it rough”. She pushes Rick to his knees and makes him suck Luke’s cock until he cums down his throat.

Joe Sims was your typical everyday teenager, he was 18 years old and finishing up his senior year in high school and was looking to graduate near the top of his class. He typically ran track everyday after school but today his practice was rained out and he had to return home early. He was not to horribly upset as he was tired from all the practices they had been doing lately and was looking forward to a day off.

He walked quietly to his car in the rain and threw his gym bag into the backseat as he pushed the start button and the car roared to life. As he griped the shifter and was about to put the car into drive his cell phone rang. He quickly grabbed his bag from the backseat and ruffled through it trying to silence the annoying ringer. He finally finds it under his jeans as he answers it. “Hello.”

“Hey babe did you get rained out today?” asked the perky voice on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, we did, I worked out in the weight room for a bit but I am not to upset about it though I wasn’t looking forward to another practice today.” Joe said as he yawned and stretched his legs trying to get his 6’4 inch frame comfortable in his small car.

“Well you know you could come by and see me at work before you go home today, between school and work and your school and track meets I would like to see you more.”

“Kara I would love to but every time I come by that place I end up smelling like onions all night.” He said with a laugh as he jokes about his girlfriends job.

“I was just joking babe I know you hate this place, but it is paying the bills that daddy isn’t picking up so a girl’s got to do what a girl’s go to do.” Kara said with a grin as she twirled the phone cord around her long fingers.

“I tell you what this weekend we will go out and have a good time, I know we haven’t seen each other enough lately with your college finals coming up and all my practices. But I am sure we can get together this weekend.”

“Okay babe sounds good to me, you know I love you and be careful on the drive home.”

“I love you too and I will.” Joe sighed as he threw his phone back in the bag. He loved Kara so much they had been together for so long but it had been getting harder and harder for them with her already in college and him still finishing High School. He began to talk out loud to himself as he took the long way home to think. “I love her so much, but we never see each other. I am so tired of waiting on her to be ready to have sex. But I care for her like no other.” He played point counter point with himself on the entire ride home not ever really resolving anything. But he had grown to find this self arguments therapeutic more then anything.

He turned the steering wheel of his car and pulled into the driveway along side his mom’s car. He had beaten his dad home again. He quickly grabbed up his bag and headed inside the house, yelling for his mom he got no answer as he headed towards his bedroom. Joe threw all his bags into the chair in his room as he turned on his radio, music blared from the speakers as he stripped down to nothing. “I need a shower bad!” He laughed to himself as he smelled his arm pits.

Joe then walks across his room stopping to check himself out in the mirror flexing his muscles and then laughing at himself for acting so silly. He opens the door to his private bathroom and is met by the sight of his mother in his shower. He freezes with shock as his eyes trace up his mothers body. The hot steam of the shower barely obscuring anything from his view. “Oh my god” he whispers to himself under his breath as he is shocked at the sight of her body.

Lana Sims was in the shower letting the steamy hot water relax her every muscle as she soaped up her hair. The water and soap running down her tan body blissfully unaware that her own son was looking at her naked as she soaped herself.

Joe thought he should move, but could not his body was stuck there his eyes glued to his mothers body, he traced her 36DD breasts with his eyes over and over again. All his friends had always joked about how his mom was the perfect milf but Joe never payed them any attention until now. He couldn’t help it he felt his cock getting hard as he looked on.

Lana finally rinsed all the soap from her face and body as she turned off the shower and opened the door to discover her son looking at her. “Oh shit! Joe I am so sorry I thought you had practice today, and your dad still has not fixed the shower in our room I apologize so much for this it has to be embarrassing for you.” She said with a smile as her guys saw her sons big hard cock.

“Ah no its cool mom.” Joe stammered to answer as he quickly turned around to hide his cock from his mom. “Isn’t it a bit embarrassing for you as well mom?”

“oh kind of sweetie, but you know me I don’t let much bother me.” Lana said with a laugh as she wrapped herself in the white cotton towel. She had always been a free spirit her and her husband married shorty after she became pregnant with her son she was only 36 and he was 18, they had actually grown up together somewhat. “If you give momma a quick second to dress I will be right out okay.”

Joe without a word closed the bathroom door and grabbed his clothes off the floor, he quickly dressed himself in his dirty laundry and ran out the door and down the steps. “What the fuck was that!” He said aloud to himself as he looked at the massive tent pole in his pants. He could hear his mom calling for him as he made the quick decision to get out of the house. He quietly closed the door and walked down the road in the rain trying to think about anything but his mom’s naked body.

Lana steps out into the hallway in just enough time to see the front door close as she calls for her son one last time. She smiles to herself as she feels her body tingling knowing she must have really had an impact on him as he left the way he did. “Well girl you still go it!” She laughed to herself as she walked into her bedroom and dropped her towel to the floor. She eyed her own body up and down, she worked hard to stay in shape her breasts were 36DD but still firm her tummy was flat and firm and her butt was a bit rounder then she liked but it too was firm.

Lana eyed herself up and down some more as she thought about how big and hard she had made her sons cock. The more she thought about the more turned on she became her hand slowly working its way to her pussy she teased herself in the mirror as she started to get more and more turned on her excitement was broken up by the sounds of the front door slamming shut.

“Honey, I’m home!” Lana’s husband Steve yelled from the doorway as he tosses his brief case on a nearby table.

“Hey sweetie, I’m in the bedroom!” Lana yelled back as she continued looking over herself in the mirror teasing her clit slowly.

Steve raced up the steps to see his wife, as he reaches the top of the stairs he can see his lovely wife standing there fully naked teasing herself. “Oh my Lana, what are you doing?” Steve questioned as he swallows hard and loosens his tie.

“I need you right now!” Lana says as she exhales hard and grabs her husband and pulls him in closer. Their lips meeting as all of Lana’s built up lust takes control of her body as her tongue forces her way into her husbands mouth. Their tongues swirling together as she begins pawing and pulling at his clothing.

“It is good to see you too baby!” Steve says to Lana as he pulls his lips away from hers just as she drops down to her knees and begins to suck on his just freed cock.

Lana’s lips wrapped tightly around Steve’s dick as she sucks it up and down fast and deep. She drools and slobbers all over his meat as she sucks like she has not sucked in a long time.

Steve picking up on Lana’s out of control lust wraps his hands up in her hair and begins thrusting his 8 inch thick cock into her mouth. He groans hard as he begins fucking her mouth pulling his cock nearly out before thrusting it all the way back in his balls slapping her chin. “Fuck yeah!” He groans as he has not had his wife in such a way in years.

“Fuck me baby! I need it so badly!” Lana begged for the relief she needed as her fingers worked over her pussy as Steve pulls his cock from her mouth and slaps it on her lips.

Steve grabs his wife picking her up from the floor and tossing her on the bed as spreads her legs wide teasing her pussy with his cock before finally inserting it balls deep into her. “Oh fucking hell, baby you are tight!” He groans as he continues pulling out and then shoving it back into her fast and hard.

“Oh yes baby I need it, I need it harder!” Lana’s body was on fire as she needed to cum and she needed it bad. Steve’s cock was thrusting and pounding her hard, both their bodies covered in sweat as both groaned and moaned together. ” I want to be on top, let me ride your dick.”

Steve wraps his arms around his wife rolling them both over and pulling her on top of him. He grasps her large breasts and begins squeezing them hard as his wife begins bouncing her ass up and down her pussy lips spread wide to take her husbands cock.

Lana can see herself in the mirror as she bucks her hips up and down on Steve’s dick. She can feel her body burning as she nears the relief she has been craving. “Oh fuck yes!” She screams a loud as she begins cumming on her husband’s cock, her eyes clinched shut her body quivering.

Steve still not satisfied as it has been a long time since Lana had been so horny like this he wraps his arms around her and continues fucking her. His hands grasping her hips thrusting upwards into her faster and harder.

Lana’s clinched eyes slowly open as Steve’s cock keeps pounding into her without mercy. Her eyes take a few moments to focus, as she realizes she can see the outline of her son Joe standing in the doorway his impressive teenage cock in his hand stroking it hard. Lana tries hard to keep her eyes diverted as so Joe does not know he is being watched. Joe stands in the doorway in what he thinks is just out of sight stroking himself hard. Having just came home from his run in the rain, he had hoped the situation with his mother would just have gone away, but having come home to such a sight as these he was losing control of himself much the way his mother had moments earlier with Steve.

Steve holding Lana tightly continued his thrusting as he neared cumming inside her. “Oh baby!” His gripped tightened as his cock jerks and explodes inside her. “I needed that so badly.” He said breathlessly as his wife rolled off him onto the bed. Her pussy filled with his cum as she rubs it then slowly sucks her fingers.

Joe having seen his parents finish sneaks off to his room to hide and finish what he started in the hallway. “What the hell is wrong with me that is my Mom?” He sits on his bed stroking his cock like crazy still.

Steve and Lana both get up off the bed catching their breath as they gather up the clothes they left scattered about the room. Steve holding his clothes in his hands heads into his bathroom.

“Babe you still haven’t fixed that shower.” Lana says with a smile thinking in the back of her mind how she would never been in the mood she was in had it not been for the broken shower.

“Why do you look so happy about that?”

“Oh no reason.” She grins as she twirls her long brown hair.

“I guess I will just have to use the guest bathroom.” Steve says as he heads down stairs to the other bathroom to get cleaned up.

“Oh yeah the guest bathroom.” She laughs aloud as the sudden thought of the guest bathroom enters her mind. She giggles a little to herself as she thinks about how if she just used it earlier then none of these thoughts of her son would be entering her mind right now.

Steve and Lana share a quick shower where the thoughts of her son once again enter her mind and while soaping her husbands cock she gives him a quick hand job in the shower. He grasps the side of the shower as his cock explodes again covering the walls of the shower, Lana smiles as she closes her eyes and thinks about it being her son she was jerking off in the shower.

Joe finally relieving himself the best he could, gathered his composure and headed down stairs meeting his parents just as they were exiting the guest bathroom. “Hey sport, how was track today?” Steve playfully slugged his son in the arm as he questioned him.

“Uh well it was canceled so, I uh just doubled up my time in the weight room.” Joe answered as he carefully thought out an answer all the while his face turning a deep shade of crimson.

Lana walking slowly from the guest bathroom as she listens to Steve and Joe discuss their days, and heads into the kitchen. “I can’t quit thinking bout him what am I going to do?” She asks herself as she begins to prepare dinner.

Joe and Steve sit in the living room and flip channels on the television as they wait for dinner. They make small talk about a variety of things. Joe sits there and holds his end of the conversation the best he can even though his cock is still semi-erect. Steve more interested in the episode of Sports Center then the small talk with his son, is unaware to his sons discomfort.

“Dinner is done!” Lana yells from the dining room as she sets the last plate on the table and takes her seat.

The two men rush to the table both quite hungry, Steve from his exploits earlier and Joe from over working himself in the weight room then running off as seeing his mother.

Lana tried to just eat her dinner and not think about her son, but it was not working the image of his teenage cock was still so fresh in her mind. She and Steve had been married since he got her pregnant at 17 years old. She loved her husband with all her heart but after so many years things were just so routine. The idea that a studly 18 year old boy was aroused for her, set her pussy on fire. She was unaware as to what all the teen boys in the are thought of her, all of them always telling Joe how they wanted her badly.

Steve and her had often talked about doing new and kinky things in the bedroom like they did in their youth. But these days more often then not, he was just all talk. In their younger days after their son was born and he stayed out with his grandparents, they would often engage in wild sexual exploits involving toys or other people joining them. But as they got older he just slowly stopped it all and their sex life became very vanilla. And now as she sat there looking across the table at her own son her mind racing 100 miles per hour. She knew what she needed and as wrong as it would be, it was her son she needed.

“So Joe, sweetie how was your day?” Lana asked as she took a bite to eat. Then slowly wrapped her full red lips around a straw she had placed in her drink.

“Well you know mom pretty average, nothing special” Joe stammered for the answer not knowing what his mother was possibly hinting at wanting to know.

“Well that is good. Oh and Steve sweetie you really need to fix our shower. Poor Joe here came home early and walked in on me showering in his.”

Joe sits there silent as his face turns a deeper shade of red he ever thought possible.

“I thought you said you doubled your work out and just now got home?” Steve asked wondering if his son had lied to him.

“I did, I mean I uh did yeah I came home walked in on mom and well I uh figured I would go back to the gym since she was using my shower.”

“Neither of you thought to use the other bathroom.” Steve asked as he is confused about the situation.

“Nope” Both Lana and Joe answer at the same time.

Steve just laughs at them both and continues shoveling the food into his mouth. He was slightly older then Lana, and the last few years had worn on him. They fought a lot more then normal about everything from sex to money. He thought to himself that maybe this little sexual escapade when he came home was a sign things were turning a corner for the better for them. “Well son it is not like your old mom here isn’t hot stuff. I mean am I right or what? I mean couldn’t have been to bad seeing her in all her glory?” Steve tried to make light of the situation all the while not knowing the feeling both his wife and son had been having since it occurred.

“Actually no dad it wasn’t bad I can see why so many of my friends check mom out now.” Joe’s face burned as he got through that answer without stammering at all. And actually felt surprisingly confident as he said it.

“So Joe, did you see anything interesting on that second trip to the gym? Because I thought you just ran down the road after our little run in.”

“What mom?”

“I thought I saw you just go out the front door. I never heard your car start. And I thought I heard the front door when your father and I were still in the bedroom” Lana playfully raised her eyebrows, she really just wanted her son to admit he seen them and that he liked it. Her mind raced as to how hot that would be to hear him admit it.

Joe’s confidence quickly eroded as he wondered if in fact his mother caught him spying on them having sex earlier. “I uh well?” Joe stammered again and this time his mind went right back to the sight of his mother’s heaving breasts as she rode his father. His cock sprang to life again as he threw his napkin on the table and ran upstairs to his room.

“Okay, I’m lost what the fuck just happened here?” Asked Steve with a slightly angry tone as he too throws his napkin on the table.

“Calm down! Look here is what happened. He was about to get into his shower when he walked in and caught me in there. He was naked and he got turned on by me. And then he did just run off he hightailed in out the front door. So when you got home I will admit it I was turned on by the fact I turned on a teenager. So that is why I was so horny, and while I was on top he caught us.”

“What?” Asked Steve as his mind struggled to comprehend the story he was just told.

“He caught us he was jerking off in the hallway watching. And well I thought it was hot. I just for some reason wanted him to admit it.”

“Oh my god, Lana what have you done?”

“Me, me what the hell have I done? I’m mostly innocent here he is the one who was spying on us.”

“We need to go talk to him right now, you know this right?”

“Yeah I do but, honey it is going to be way way uncomfortable.”

“Well I am sure you can find a way to ease his discomfort.”

Lana lays her napkin on the table unsure of what her husbands last comment was supposed to mean as she follows him upstairs to Joe’s room.

“Open the door son we all need to talk!” Yelled Steve as he knocked with a great deal of force on the door.

“Go away both of you please just let me get through all this myself. I don’t want or need a talk.”

“Baby its momma please open the door, I am so sorry.”

Steve grasp the door knob tightly as he throws his shoulder into it popping it open.

“Get out please!” Joe pleads as he sits there his cock hard as steel and bulging his pants.

Lana slowly sits beside her son and kisses his cheek before she wraps her arm around him. “I am so sorry I don’t know what came over me baby.”

Steve grabs a nearby chair knocking all the stuff out of it he drags it over to the bed side to sit int front of them and join the talk. “Mom is just a bit wild sometimes sport, she is sorry that she freaked you, but you are 18 I mean should she really still be having to hide things from you? So you saw us is it really a big deal?” Steve tried his best to downplay the situation as his thoughts wandered back to the old days that he too missed, of when he watched his wife fuck and suck other men. His cock slowly began to stir in his pants as well.

Lana looked at her husbands bulging pants and then looked to her sons bulge as well. Her pussy dripped with excitement as he realized she had two throbbing dicks all for her.

OK, Well after my last email detailing to you all what a slut I had been a couple of weeks ago at the pub with Hubby’s friend, my hubby got so aroused by the responses and my eagerness to please, he organised surprise for me…. and as it turns out, “what a surprise!” He had always talked about seeing me used by a group of men, but I never really thought he would do it and we just spoke of it during sex as one of our fantasies. Well, no more and this is exactly what happened last Saturday night….

It was around 9pm when I got a call from my hubby, he was still at the pub after footy with his mates and he called to tell me he would be about another half an hour, BUT that he had a surprise or me and I should make sure the kids were asleep and I was “ready for him” when he got home.

He sounded pretty drunk, but horny as always, so I was expecting that he had bought a new sex toy, or a 3some / group sex DVD for us to watch whilst we fucked, so I was pretty happy about that and proceeded to groom myself and be fully prepared for when he got home.

I went upstairs for a quick shower and then put on a very sexy small short dress that I know hubby likes and some thigh high black lacy stockings, I glimpsed in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good, but also if he bought home any of his mates for post match drinks then I wouldn’t look to slutty and offend them.

He came in alone and as the kids were all asleep downstairs, he took me upstairs into our bedroom, which is very large and has another sitting room in it and a huge bathroom and walk in robe (his and hers). He told me to undress and hop on the bed which I did, slipping out of my skimpy dress and just leaving my thigh high stockings on.

He then bought out a small bag of cocaine….. (We don’t do it often, but when we do I LOVE it as the sex is INCREDIBLE just AMAZING on coke and always blows my mind). After we have cocaine we lose all of our inhibitions (if we have any left) and then I’m up for anything.

So we did a few lines and started kissing on the bed and hubby, as expected put a DVD on the flat screen which was all about 3somes, multiple men on single girls and gang bangs etc. We watched it for about half an hour, doing more lines as we watched and by now I was literally soaking wet, dripping juice from my pussy and dying to be fucked. Hubby kept on teasing, but he wouldn’t touch my cunt and was dragging it out like he was waiting for something. So at about 10 pm he went into the robe and emerged with the bondage cuffs and ropes again.

I was pretty turned on at the thought of being tied up and used again as it is one of my favourite things to do, and I laid on my back for him to do it, but he said ‘no’ and made me stand up at the side of the bed facing it and bend over.

He tied my legs to the ground, one rope on the head bed post and one on the bottom bed post and my feet were well apart. He then made me lean right over the bed and then tied my arms to the other bed posts so I was face down, spread eagled leaning over the bed with my arse and pussy in the bent over ‘doggy’ position facing the sitting area. He then reached into his pocket and bought out a blindfold.

Before he put it on, he let me have one more big line of coke, and then he blindfolded me and left the room. My head was spinning and I was high, really turned on, super horny and helpless!

About 10 minutes later, (seemed much longer!!) he came back in the room and started licking my cunt and fingering me from behind. It was so good and I felt my orgasm building and I was moaning and telling him I was his cum slut and I wanted to feel his cock in me now. He obliged by standing up and mounting me deep and hard and as he did I came straight away, and tried forcing myself back on his cock which seemed huge! As I did I opened my mouth to talk and without any warning I had a another cock rammed into my mouth making me gag and took me completely by surprise. I had no idea anyone else was in the room and I was shaking with surprise, excitement and shock wondering just who it was, how long had they been there… who was it?

I didn’t have any chance to ask as I was doing all I could to suck the cock in my mouth and again he rammed it into me and I just surrendered to it and became the whore he wanted me to. I tried as hard as I could to suck his knob, he was uncircumcised and big, and the guy behind me, who I thought was my hubby told me to suck his friends cock like a slut and he grabbed my hair and rocked my head up and down as I did……….. And no, it WASNT my hubby.

My head was spinning again, and I was still really high and in absolute heaven being fucked from both ends by 2 strange cocks, tied to my bed and being used. I lost count of my orgasms again, and had the time to catch my breath as they swapped ends.

As they got into position, I got to taste my own cunt juices on the guy that was fucking me, and when he was in my mouth I could tell he was HUGE and uncut also and tasted Devine. The other guy was then behind me and he spat on my arse and cunt and rubbed his cock up and down my crack, but when he pushed in, he pushed into my arse instead of my pussy and started fucking me like a slut in my arse. I really do like anal sex and especially when I’m on coke, so the feeling it gave me was simply amazing and I urged him on in between thrusts of his friends cock.

I was SOOOOOO wet by now I was still leaking juice and as I was concentrating on these 2 I felt a tongue darting in and out of my pussy.!! FUCK!!! how many guys are in here I thought and I got a bit concerned as hubby hadn’t said a single word yet, and I knew it wasn’t him eating my cunt as the guy that was had a beard and hubby doesn’t!!!

Well this went on for ages, they swapped many times, different holes all the time, from my arse to my pussy, in my mouth calling me a slut and a whore rubbing their dicks in my face my hair all over my body and not a word from hubby, who I sensed was sitting in the chairs in our room, as I could hear the camera clicking away in the background.

After I had yet another orgasm, I heard them all talking about where to cum on me, and then I heard ‘not in her pussy, I want it clean’ from yet another guy who wasn’t my hubby!!!!! OMG!!!!!

So the 3 guys then all got in front of me, grabbed my roughly by the hair and took turns fucking my mouth and shooting their loads on my face, my hair and blindfold and then some into my mouth. It was fantastic to taste all their cum and it was all over me and I just stank of it and the salty taste and smell made me cum again.

I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much before and I knew hubby was sitting somewhere with a hard on taking pics and planning on fucking me afterwards in my cum filled and splattered state.

So the 3 guys who were now all spent all got off the bed and I was unsure what was next, until hubby finally spoke up and told me to snort another line, (which he bought over to me on a plate while he held the straw). After I did as I was instructed I was high, very happy and very horny again.

On coke you can fuck for hours, and every time it’s like the first time as you are sexually aroused to the extreme and a guy can hold off Cumming for as long as he wants. Hubby usually takes a Viagra, and he and Chris have had some awesome sessions with me like this.

Well there I was , high and still tied up and my face completely covered in cum, so I was a bit nervous about what was next when I felt some really large rough hands on my arse and he slipped an finger into my cunt and my arse at the same time. I can tell you the whole time I was getting off on knowing how much this would excite my hubby and how horny it will be in reliving it over and over again when we fuck.

The guy behind me then spat (I think on his cock) and literally drove it into my well used pussy to its hilt, right up to his balls in one thrust and I screamed and then moaned uncontrollably while he continued to thrust his cock all the way into my cunt. I can tell you he was fucking HUGE, his cock completely filled me and touched the top of my cervix with every thrust and he was grabbing me so hard on my hips he has left marks on me… bruises.

He just kept on slamming his cock into me like a piston, It was like he was hate fucking me and I loved it. I felt a hand on my chin and I opened my mouth and yet another cock slipped into it. I could tell it was hubby as I know his cock so well and he was smooth and uncut and I started to blow him like he desires and deserves for giving me such an awesome surprise, so I kept on moaning like his bitch. He was calling me his cum slut and telling me how sexy I looked covered in cum and he was wiping his cock all over my face making me taste the other men’s seed again and face fucking me holding my hair in fistfuls in his hands as he drove into my mouth and throat.

I knew they guy who was fucking me couldn’t keep up the pace he was going for long, although he had done an amazing job so far, and after about 10minutes he started to drive even harder and faster and then finally he screamed out ‘I’m Cumming I’m Cumming’ and then I felt him tense up as he drove right inside me, touching the top of my pussy and I felt him spurting his load as deep inside me as anyone could and he began filling my cunt up with his load.

He stayed in me for a while as his cock softened, and as he pulled out my cunt, it made a popping sound as he was so big it stretched me out and then he swapped with hubby and made me lick and suck his cock until it was clean again. I could taste my own juices and my cum, as well as the salty flavour of this unknown guy who just fucked me better than anyone else had ever done before, and it was fantastic.

Hubby had withdrawn from my mouth and then he went behind me and started to fuck me furiously, in the cum filled mess that was my slutty pussy and then after just a minute or so he came inside me and added his cum to my strange lovers seed.

I heard them all leave and there they left me, tied up, still high and my face completely covered in cum and, another 2 loads leaking out of my pussy and running down my legs and onto the floor.

I could hear them all downstairs having a drink and talking, then after about 15 minutes they all left and hubby came back upstairs to talk to me. I still had my blindfold on and I have NO IDEA who these guys were or how I was just fucked and used by.

Hubby went around behind me and rammed his still hard cock into once more and as he fucked me he removed the blindfold and fucked me furiously again. He said I was full of cum and sloppy and stretched out, so he then put his cock in my arse and proceeded to fuck me till he shot his load inside of me again.

So I was now a true whore and cum slut, his whore and cum slut and I was totally filled with cum, in all holes. It was only then I was untied by him and made to stay on the bed all night and sleep in the wonderful mess they had created for me. It was just fantastic!!!!

I have asked MANY times for him to tell me who it was that he had fuck me, or show me the pictures but he always says no. He says that I will never know who had used my body, taking me in all my holes and emptying their sperm all over me like a slut.

Hubby loves the fact that I have no idea who they were and that I will run into them in my normal daily life without a clue, and they will be remembering what I looked like as their cum slut for the night for the night, looking into my pussy and they will be devouring me with their eyes again and again. I have to admit, the thought drives me crazy and I’m constantly looking at the people I know trying to work out if it was one of them…….. I’m always horny trying to work it out and don’t look at our friends the same way anymore. I’m constantly trying to picture them naked or listening to their voices to find a clue.

Hubby is either perverted or a genius…… perhaps a perverted genius at that.




I want to thank my editor This is the continuing story. this is the ending from what happened ten years before.


It had been ten years since April had gotten married and moved away with her husband. Her mother had found a boyfriend a few years ago and she too got married and moved away. Now I had new neighbors; a nice young couple who were very good neighbors. Unlike the previous owners, there wasn’t anything going on between us. They were relative newlyweds with a family. No longer did I see nude sunbathing by the pool but screaming kids and lots of splashing. I did get to see Sara and April. They both kept in touch and visited, especially around the holidays. Though both had been faithful to their spouses, we all felt a special bond and remained good friends. I looked forward to the holidays. April had become a mother after two years of marriage. Sara and April, along with their husbands and children, would come over for dinners I would make for my surrogate family. I enjoyed this and the bond between us all grew. I even got to know April’s husband and I came to realize they were very happy together, and this made me happy.

April called me one day around her tenth wedding anniversary. She explained that her husband Gary would travel on business for long periods of time, leaving her lonely. April told me she wanted to see me, explaining that Gary was ok with the idea of her having sex with me. He didn’t feel threatened at all. In fact, I think he was actually happy knowing she would have someone to provide her with sexual relief while he was away, instead of worrying about her leaving him or bugging him to get a job closer to home. He had a great job and made a great living, the only drawback was all the travel. She admitted that her sex drive was much greater than his.

About a month later I got another call from April, asking if she could come over. I, of course, said yes.

I got home from work on a Friday afternoon and found April waiting for me. She jumped into my arms just like she had many times before but this time I could tell something was different. It seems she was pregnant with her second child and she was showing more than a little. She kissed me, not the kind of friendly uncle kisses she had given me for the last ten years. She kissed me like a lusty woman who wanted to get fucked immediately.

I commented on her condition and she replied, “I have been so horny since I got to my second trimester I couldn’t wait till Gary got back from his trip to get fucked good and hard again. Besides, he told me I could. I haven’t had the courage to come over until my hormones got the best of me. Now come on and give me the fucking you want to!”

As she walked in the door her clothes came off and were dropped on the floor. I followed her to my bedroom. She knew the way. So, soon, I was following a very naked woman who had a small pregnant belly and looked very sexy. Her breasts had begun to enlarge and her once small nipples had grown larger and darker. She turned when we reached the bedroom and hastily helped me remove my clothes. My cock was semi hard when she grabbed me after sliding off my underwear. She sucked me deep into her mouth, making my cock engorge with blood and stiffen. She was barely able to contain more than the tip in her mouth while her hand was stroking me hard and fast. I knew I would cum quickly if she kept it up.

She slid onto the bed and laid back with her knees up, legs spread, arms raised and said, “I need you to fuck me hard right now.” I got between her legs and she grabbed my cock as I leaned into her and guided it right into her pussy. She was already so wet, I slid in really easily and was fully into her cunt in one stroke. It felt so good. She wasn’t anywhere near as tight as she once was but it felt so good pumping in and out of her pussy. With April urging me to fuck her harder and faster I was soon pumping my load deep into her pussy.

We had gotten through the fucking so quickly, I knew she hadn’t gotten off yet. When I rolled off of her I got between her legs. I used both hands to caress her breasts while my mouth was locked on her pussy. I didn’t waste much time; I headed almost immediately for her clit. She began moaning almost instantly as I caressed and kneaded her nipples with my fingers. I felt her nipples harden under my touch. I could taste my own sperm mixed with April’s sweet pussy nectar as I licked her clit faster and faster. Her moans began to get louder, turning into screams of ecstasy and I could feel her pussy convulse as she orgasmed. As I could no longer see April’s face over her pregnant belly, I lifted my head and smiled at her when her orgasm subsided. April had such a smile on her face as she said, “Thanks. I needed that”

This went on for the next two months. I would see April whenever she could have her mother watch her daughter and her husband was away. By now she was showing quite a bit and we could only fuck with her on top or doggie style. She would be very horny when she’d come over and her pussy was swollen and always wet. I enjoyed this tremendously, pregnant woman always turned me on.

Then one day while April was on top of me after having just inserted my stiff rod deep into her slick, wet pussy, she stopped what we had been doing. As I looked at her heavy, milk-swollen breasts swaying gently above me April said, “I want you to fuck me in the ass!” We had never had anal sex because I prefer a woman’s pussy anytime! In the middle of fucking this pregnant beauty I could only stammer “sure” because I wanted her to continue fucking me. But instead of continuing, she stopped, lifted off of my cock and proceeded to rub the tip on her anus. She was quite wet as I had licked her to a few orgasms before she mounted me. As she slowly lowered herself onto me, I could feel my wide cock stretch her tight ass. It took a long time just to get the head of my cock in, and after that she rested for a moment. Then she slowly continued lowering herself and my cock slid further into her rear. Finally I was all the way in and April breathed a sigh of relief.

I asked “Am I hurting you? We don’t have to do this. I don’t want to hurt you.” She answered, “I want to do this. After I give birth I can’t have sex the regular way for at least six weeks and the last time I was so fucking horny I couldn’t stand it. My husband is smaller than you are so I figure if you get me used to it then I will have no problem with his cock!”

After that she slowly began to rise off my cock and when she got almost to the tip she again slowly impaled herself with it. This continued and soon she was riding me as fast as if I were buried in her pussy. Because she was tighter in her ass my cock was ready to blow much sooner than usual. I let her know. She didn’t slow but instead went faster and soon I was coating the inside of her ass with my cum. She lay down on top of me as best she could with her pregnant belly and I threw my arms around her as my shrinking cock slipped out of her ass.

April continued to come over on a regular basis for the next few months. Her belly got bigger and as her due date approached we had anal sex almost exclusively. The week before she was due she was able to take my cock in her ass as easily as if I was fucking her pussy. April began to enjoy anal sex more, reaching orgasm while I played with her clit fron behind and sometimes without any extra stimulation.

On a Tuesday afternoon, I was home early and April came over after dropping her daughter off with her grandmother. She was feeling very horny, she said, and for the first time in a while I got to fuck her from behind in her cunt. I was being careful when she screamed at me to fuck her harder. I did just that and soon was squirting my cum deep into her pussy. I leaned back and she leaned on me, my cock still impaled deep in her pussy. It was then that I felt a huge gush of liquid on my cock. It was warm and felt good but I knew what it meant. I pulled out as April realized her water had broken. I took April to the hospital and called her mother. April called her husband, who was in Cleveland at the time, and told him. He would make it back right before the baby was born.

April’s son was born the next day and I sent them flowers. I visited the new parents in the hospital. While I was in the room with April and Gary he thanked me for everything I had done. I was a little embarrassed because I didn’t know how much he was aware of. He went on to say that he was grateful April had someone to take care of her sexual needs when he was away. I was a little taken aback but managed to say thanks.

Two weeks later, April showed up at my door. She was alone and this surprised me. I didn’t expect to see her for quite a while, if at all. She said “I only have an hour. Gary has the kids and I need to get off. I have been so horny for the last week and Gary is afraid to touch me.” She stripped in no time. Though her belly was much smaller, she still had some of the extra padding from her pregnancy. She wasted no time unzipping my pants and swallowing my cock. She stroked me to get me rock hard. Her milk-swollen breasts leaked all over my hands as I played with them, turning me on even more.

April pushed me to the ground, grabbing a tube of lube she just happened to have in her purse. She stroked my cock, covering it with lube, then coated the entrance to her anus. She then sat down on my cock and slid me in so fast I was a bit taken aback. She reached down with one hand and began stroking her clit as I reached up and massaged her leaking breasts. She was riding me with steady strokes, knowing if she went too fast I would be done quickly. Then, as she approached her own orgasm, she began riding me faster. Soon I was pumping her full of cum and she was screaming she too was cumming. She got off me ,went into the bathroom and peed. When she came out she got dressed very quickly and said “Thanks, hope you don’t mind I have to run. I really needed that. ” With that she disappeared out the door and was gone. April was a regular visitor for the next four weeks and it was mostly the same: she would come in and without much foreplay just let me fuck her ass and then she’d leave. She wouldn’t let me lick her pussy yet and she always got herself to cum about the same time as I filled her ass with my own cum.

Six weeks after the birth of her son, April called me and asked if she could come over with her husband and children to visit. I, of course, said yes and welcomed them all when they arrived on the next Saturday. The visit went well. As we sat on the porch watching her daughter play in the yard and the baby sleeping in his car seat, Gary said “I want you to know that I appreciate all you have done for April. She told me everything that has happened and I am glad she had you to turn to when I was away.” I acknowledged him and he continued “I hope you don’t mind continuing to be there for her. She is so much happier when she has you to fuck when I am away or when I am not interested. Her sex drive is too much for me but I love her and she enjoys your company so much that it makes me happy to know where she is when her horniness gets the best of her. I hope you don’t mind.” I, of course, didn’t mind at all. Who would mind? Here I was, fucking another man’s wife who was almost thirty years old and quite beautiful while I was old enough to be her father. On top of that he didn’t mind that I was doing it either, in fact he wanted me to continue to do it. I could only smile as April looked at me with lust. They left soon after and April gave me a big hug and kiss and said she would see me soon.

My wife and I were in bed, naked. It was Saturday night, and I was ready for our weekly round of mediocre sex. After fifteen years of marriage, the lovemaking had gotten pretty routine. But still, sex is sex.

I rolled on my side to face her. “Honey?” I said expectantly.

She remained on her back, staring at the ceiling. She spoke, in a monotone. “I’ve been unfaithful to you.”

“What?” I was dumbstruck. I wasn’t even sure I’d heard her correctly. “What? When? With whom?”

She kept staring at the ceiling, and spoke in a calm, flat voice. “It was with your brother. We’ve been sort of flirting with each other for a long time when you weren’t looking. We happened to be alone together the other day when he came by to drop off your tools. It just sort of happened. First we were in each others’ arms, kissing passionately; you know, like you and I used to do. Then his hands were all over me; groping my breasts, squeezing my ass, and he started fingering my pussy through my skirt. I could feel his cock through his trousers. It felt huge. That was all it took. I dragged him into the bedroom.”

“This bedroom? You did it right here? In our bed?”

“Yes, right on this very bed. We stripped each other naked. I had to see that huge cock. It was immense. Much bigger than yours. I wanted to suck it, but it was too damn big. I could barely get my mouth around the head.”

Lying there next to her, I felt the blood rising in my cheeks. I was so humiliated by her infidelity, and worse yet, by her total lack of shame over it. Her matter-of-fact voice and her staring eyes made me think that she was actually proud of herself!

“I wrapped both my hands around it,” she continued. “My fingers didn’t even meet, that’s how thick it was. I jacked his shaft up and down while I tried to get the head into my mouth. Eventually I gave up on that, and just licked around the rim while I kept jacking him. I slurped the head like an ice cream cone. I even stuck my tongue into his pee slit. It was so wide open, it was easy.”

Through my shame, I actually felt my cock swell a little as she spoke. It twitched as I thought of my wife’s mouth, stretched to the limit trying to swallow my brother’s cock head.

“He got tired of my licks on his cock, and he made me lie on my back. His cock was dripping tons of pre-cum, and my pussy was wetter than it’s ever been. I spread my legs — just like I’m doing now — and waited for him to enter me. His cock came at me like a torpedo; it looked even bigger than ever. I thought he might split me in half, but I didn’t care. I was so tired of your puny little dick that I was willing to die to be fucked by a real cock.”

My penis twitched again, picturing my wife’s pussy being split by my brother’s enormous, dripping, throbbing cock. Her hand had crept to her crotch and she was rubbing herself.

“When his cock first touched me, it felt like electricity. It was hot and cold all at the same time. It slipped into my sopping pussy like an electric eel, alive and on fire, stabbing and jabbing. I felt myself so stretched that I started to scream in pain, but it was a delicious pain. He supported himself on his arms on each side of me, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His eyes just glared at me, telling me that he knew he owned me, body and soul.”

By now, my face was scarlet with shame and humiliation, but my dick was also rock hard, and I could feel my hips beginning to buck a little. My wife had her hand between her thighs, and was fingering herself as she told her story. I resisted the urge to stroke myself.

“As his cock plundered and scrambled my insides, I writhed and bucked on the bed. I was screaming in pain and pleasure, and clawing his back with my fingernails. When he came, it felt like an ocean of cum was invading me. It was so warm and wet that it pushed me over the edge. I came like I haven’t cum since before I ever met you.” She turned her head to face me for the first time. “It was the greatest fuck of my life.”

Her words burned my ears, and my face reddened two shades deeper at her glance. And my dick grew an extra notch. My foreskin was so stretched that it was almost painful.

“Was that it?” I asked breathlessly.

“No. He left after that, but I was too turned on to stop. I still needed to suck a cock. I figured I’d suck yours, since it fits in my mouth so easily. I drove to your office, but you were out on a sales call. But your boss was there. He’s always had the hots for me. I needed a dick in my mouth, and I didn’t care whose it was. I dragged him into a conference room and locked the door. Then I ripped his trousers off him.”

I was dumbfounded all over again. “What, wait. My boss? That bald-headed old coot?”

“Yes, your boss. He has a bigger cock than yours, of course, but nothing like your brother’s. It easily fit in my mouth. I sucked it in before his trousers even hit the floor. I felt it stiffen in my mouth as I rolled it around with my tongue. Once it was good and hard, I took it back out to admire it. Nice and long, with bulging blue veins and a fat, round head. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked hard while I jacked his shaft. Then I slowly pushed my face down, swallowing every inch or so to get it as deeply as possible into my throat. When I felt his pubic hair on my lips, I swallowed some more so that my throat would massage his head.”

She never deep-throated me like that! My cock was pointing at the ceiling and bobbing. Involuntarily, my hand had crept to it, and I found myself absentmindedly stroking my shaft. Part of me wondered if I could ever show my face at work again.

“I pulled my mouth back a bit so that I could get both my hands on his shaft. I twisted my hands in opposite directions, back and forth, to fully stimulate his shaft while I kept swirling my tongue around his head in my mouth. Then I reached under him with one hand and squeezed his balls. He had been moaning the entire time, but at this point he started to vibrate and grunt, and I knew he was close. I sucked harder, and snuck my pinkie into his asshole. That was all he needed; he came in my mouth, buckets of hot, sticky cum. I swallowed most of it, but some dripped down onto my blouse. It was delicious; creamy and sweet and a little bit tangy. I kept sucking him as he softened, swallowing every last drop of cum as it sneaked out of his withering dick.”

By now I was earnestly stroking my own cock. My breathing was shallow and my horniness had almost caught up with my shame and revulsion. I wasn’t sure I was ready for the story to end.

“And then what?” I asked.

She had her hand buried in her crotch, and I could see that she was sawing it in and out of her pussy. I could hear her juices sloshing. “I still needed more,” she said. “I called up Harry, your best friend, and asked him to meet me here.”

“Harry? My buddy Harry? How could you!?” Harry was my best friend, but he was a total pervert. I’d always tried to keep him away from my wife. My ears burned crimson again. But my hand never left my cock. In fact, I now had both hands wrapped around my shaft, jacking it methodically.

“Harry came right over. I told him what I needed. I stripped his clothes off, and lubed up his cock with Astroglide. I jacked him for about five minutes, to make sure he was good and stiff and slippery. He told me I was a fabulous cock-stroker. Then I handed him the Astroglide bottle and got on my elbows and knees on the bed. I told him to lube me up good. He poured the lube onto my ass crack, and massaged it into my asshole. He stuck a finger in me and wiggled it around for a bit. Then two fingers, then three. I told him to quick screwing around and fuck me already.”

She had never let me take her anally! The idea of my wife, buns up on this very bed, face buried in the pillow and about to get her asshole ravaged, was too much for me to take. My mind was reeling, my body was shaking, and I was sweating like a pig. My hands continued to pound my pud, my hips were bucking, and my entire body was vibrating with feelings I could barely describe. I almost felt as if my own body were being violated along with her asshole.

“He stuck it in me. He stabbed it in fast, all in one stroke, and I felt like a red hot poker was being shoved up my rectum. It was such exquisite pain that I almost swooned with pleasure. It was an intensity you could never hope to give me. I felt his cock sawing in and out of my hole, and felt his hips slamming against my butt cheeks. I could feel his drool on my back and I could smell his sweat. I reached down to my pussy and sawed two fingers in and out, just like I’m doing now. I pinched and tugged on my clit, just like I’m doing now. I felt another massive orgasm coming as he pounded me.”

I was barely listening anymore; I was in a sexual fugue state. Her words both shamed me and excited me, wounded me and wound me up. My cock was on fire as I pounded it mercilessly. I tugged my balls with my other hand and bit my lip. My hips were bucking like a bronco, and I knew I would cum soon. Through my haze, I kept hearing her words.

“I felt his cock suddenly get bigger inside of me; I knew he was about to cum. He reached around and grabbed my tit with one hand; he squeezed it so hard it left a welt that lasted for a day. He grunted and jammed his cock into me with one last massive thrust, and then I felt it start to spasm. As his first jolt of cum entered me, I began to cum, too. My body clenched him tighter than ever, and I felt the waves of orgasm up and down my body. With each squirt of cum he shot up my ass, my orgasm got stronger and wider and hotter. I was going out of my mind. I think I passed out briefly. The next thing I knew, he was putting his clothes on and leaving. I just lay there, my face in the pillow, my butt in the air, feeling a river of cum running out of my asshole and down onto the bed. I stayed that way for an hour, just savoring the feeling.”

That was all I could take; the image her, bent over like an animal, my best friend’s cum running out of her ass, pushed me over the edge. Deep in my balls, the fire that had been trying to burn finally exploded. A wave of pleasure billowed through my body. My tortured dick, almost bruised from the punishment it had been taking, pulsed and jerked on its own, and a huge rope of pearly cum shot straight up, only to land on my chest and face. A second jolt and a third joined it before my ejaculations decreased to a steady river running out of the end of my dick to pool in my pubic hair. It was the most intense orgasm I could remember in years.

After a few minutes, my breathing returned to normal, and I turned to face her again. She was looking at me.

“Do you forgive me?” she asked.

“On one condition.”


I looked deep into her eyes. “Don’t ever stop.”

Trevon thrust his hard dick into the sexy white bitch on her knees in front of him. Her soft white ass was covered with red welts from his hand. She liked it rough and had begged him to slap her harder. She was in her forties and wasn’t young but she had a fantastic body with big tits, a tiny waist and a big round ass that was just right for fucking.

“Fuck me harder baby,” the white bitch panted as another climax shook her soft round body. He husband sat in the corner of the hotel room flogging his dick as he watched his wife get fucked. His hungry eyes gazed at Trevon’s big cock as it pistoned into his wife’s cunt and he could see her juices on the thick black pole. He had watched her with other men before but this was her first black man and while he didn’t have the longest dick of her lovers he was likely the thickest and he could fuck forever.

Sweat covered Trevon’s dark muscular body and his taut muscles rippled with each powerful thrust of his thick hard cock.

Denise collapsed onto the bed panting with exhaustion as her climax subsided. She was tired but unsatisfied despite her fourth successive orgasm in less than an hour. She spun around and pulled Trevon on top of her as she mashed her mouth against hers. She knew her husband Bill hated it when she kissed her lovers in front of him and she found it laughable that he wanted to watch her get fucked but couldn’t handle watching her kiss another man. ‘Fuck him’ she thought as she plunged her tongue into Trevon’s mouth and ground her exhausted body against Trevon’s hard sweaty cock.

“Lay back and put your feet on the floor baby. I want to ride your delicious cock,” Denise panted.

Trevon did as he was told and slid to the end of the bed. His feet rested on the floor pointing toward Bill as Denise straddled his waist, facing him, and lowered her dripping cunt onto his hard unprotected tool. He was normally the one in control when he had sex, especially with white women, but Denise was a take charge woman and he liked letting her drive for the night.

“God this feels so good,” Denise moaned. Her big round ass bounced on Trevon’s fat cock as she leaned forward with her hands on his strong muscular chest.

Bill watched his wife ride Trevon’s thick dick with rabid fascination. He loved the way his wife’s juices glistened on Trevon’s dark meat.

“Right there,” she groaned as another orgasm approached. She moved faster and faster on his delicious cock until waves of pleasure rolled through her body like surf crashing on the beach. “Yes, yes, yes,” the sexy married woman cried out loudly.

Denise slumped forward and caught her breath briefly before turning around to face her husband. She lowered her dripping wet pussy onto Trevon’s fat cock as she looked at Bill flogging his cock. She was amazed that he still hadn’t cum. When he fucked her he never lasted more than 5 minutes but he had been stroking his cock for almost an hour as she fucked and sucked Trevon and showed no signs of finishing.

Trevon put his hands on Denise’s hips as she rode him slowly in the reverse cowgirl position. He knew she was building to another climax. He couldn’t believe that she was so orgasmic. She had already had four powerful climaxes and she was still going strong.

“Do you want a better look Billy,” Denise asked her husband. She had never let him join in when she fucked other men in front of him. She had been angry and hurt when he first confessed his fantasy of watching her with another man but as they discussed it she began to warm to the idea. They began watching porn with threesomes and swingers and she decided, after several months of deliberation, that she wanted to do it. She wanted to fuck other men while her husband watched. The idea was liberating and the first time she did it she came more and harder than she ever had with her husband.

“Yes,” Billy hissed. He had long dreamed of watching his wife fuck a black man. His cuckold fantasies had begun not long after they were married but he had no idea where they originated. He had held onto his secret fantasies for nearly ten years before he told Denise about them and at first she was livid but he had persisted and eventually she gave in.

Bill knelt between Trevon’s spread thighs and watched his wife ride his thick black cock. His face was just inches from Denise’s pussy and he could smell the scent of her arousal. He had dreamed of being that close to her cunt while she fucked another man and watching Trevon’s fat cock stretch his wife was incredible.

Denise looked down at her husband and smiled. She could see the lust in his eyes. She knew what she wanted and she suspected he wanted it too. He just needed a little push.

“Lick it,” Denise said softly. Her voice was low and thick with desire.

Bill looked up at his sexy wife and then at the union of her and Trevon. Denise’s pussy moved slowly and hypnotically on the thick black cock. He could see the wet sheen of his wife’s juices on her partner’s dick. Bill knew what he wanted to do but what would they say. He tentatively moved his mouth toward her sloppy cunt. He could smell and almost taste her juices. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and touched his wife’s hard clit.

Denise moaned loudly. She couldn’t believe Bill had taken direction so quickly and willingly. His tongue strummed her clit as she slowly rode Trevon’s big black cock. Her body responded to her husbands talented tongue. Bill, for all of his shortcomings, had always been fantastic at oral sex and even with another man’s dick filling her hole he knew exactly what she needed. Her legs began to quiver and she sat down hard on Trevon’s big dick.

Bill’s tongue flicked her clit. His lips attached to it like a vacuum and Denise’s body exploded in the most incredible climax of her life. She cried out loudly and clutched at her husband’s head holding him tight against her cunt. He continued to lick her clit until her orgasm subsided and she pushed him away from her hypersensitive nub but Bill wasn’t finished. He moved lower and started to lick Trevon’s big shaved balls. He took one into his mouth and sucked softly as his tongue swirled around it making the black man moan with intense pleasure.

Denise watched her husband suck another man’s balls with wide hungry eyes. It was the most incredibly erotic thing she had ever seen.

“That’s it baby, do it,” Denise said enthusiastically. She had never seen two men together but she had long fantasized about it.

Bill continued to suck Trevon’s balls as his big black cock remained buried inside Denise’s wet cunt. He watched his wife climb off her new lover’s cock and without hesitation he wrapped his lips around the hard throbbing hunk of flesh. He had fantasized in the past about sucking one of Denise’s lover’s dicks but he never thought it would happen.

Denise watched her husband suck Trevon’s dick into his mouth and she moaned loudly. She laid beside Trevon and kissed him deeply. “Cum in Bill’s mouth,” she whispered to her lover.

Bill ran his hands up Trevon’s legs and rubbed his inner thigh as he sucked his cock. He was new to sucking dick but he knew what he liked and tried to mimic that. His right hand stroked the thick shaft as he sucked hard on the bulbous head. His tongue swirled around it making Trevon moan with raw primal desire.

“He’s good,” Trevon groaned. He knew he would not last long in Bill’s hot mouth and he closed his eyes tight and gave into his body’s animalistic urges. He had never been blown by a guy and as he approached the point of no return he wondered why not.

Bill worked hard on Trevon’s dick. He could tell the other man was close and he was anxious to feel and taste his cum. His right hand continued to stroke the shaft as his left played with the other man’s balls.

Trevon groaned and cried out loudly as he came. His cock spit hot cum into Bill’s mouth and the other man swallowed quickly without missing a drop.

Bill sucked and licked Trevon’s cock clean and then looked at Denise proudly. He wiped saliva from his chin and started to stroke his average sized pale white cock.

Denise had never been more turned on in her life. She quickly pulled Bill into the bed and mounted his stiff dick. Her curvaceous body moved gracefully over her husband as she worked herself into a frothy frenzy. She came hard and moments later Bill erupted inside her in a loud thunderous climax. She collapsed on top of Bill and kissed him deeply tasting Trevon’s cum on her husband’s lips.

“Next time I want to watch him fuck you in the ass,” she whispered. She felt satisfied and happy for the first time in years and she knew that their marriage was stronger than it had ever been. “I love you Bill.”

“Next time?” Bill asked playfully. “How about later.” He’d just cum but he was still horny and wondered how fast Trevon could get it up again.

“Are you game Trev,” Denise asked as she started to play with his flaccid cock. She kissed her way down his strong muscular body and started sucking on his dick.

Trevon had never imagined himself having sex with a guy and Bill wasn’t the best looking guy in the world but he gave great head. Besides, Trevon loved fucking ass and Denise was there so it wasn’t really gay, or at least that was how he justified it to himself. His cock grew hard in Denise’s hot mouth as Bill grabbed some lube from his night stand and handed it to Trevon.

Bill lay on his back as Trevon knelt between his legs with his cock in his hand. He poured lube over Bill’s ass and rubbed the bare head of his cock across his taint.

“Are you ready baby?” Denise asked as she stared intently at Trevon’s slick lubricated cock. It was poised and ready to enter Bill’s tight virgin ass.

Bill was amazed at how much he wanted Trevon’s cock inside him. He had always considered himself straight despite the occasional fantasy of the contrary. He had never been attracted to a man but he had on occasion wondered what it would be like to suck a cock. Even then he had never fantasized about getting fucked by a man.

“Yes,” Bill hissed. He was shaking with excitement as Trevon pushed his dick into his ass.

Trevon eased his thick cock into Bills ass slowly until he was balls deep in the white guys tight ass. He had fucked several girls in the ass and Bill’s smooth ass was even tighter that they had been.

Bill groaned loudly as Trevon’s fat cock split him wide. The pain was intense but bearable and as Trevon moved in and out of his tight ass it began to feel good. He grunted with each thrust of the black man’s big dick. He could feel the beginnings of a climax but it felt unlike anything he had experienced before.

“So hot,” Denise sighed. Her fingers were strumming her clit and she too felt the early signs of a powerful climax. “How do you want it baby?” She asked her husband.

“Harder,” Bill groaned. He had more to say but the pleasure he felt was so intense that he had difficulty speaking.

Trevon grabbed Bill’s hips and thrust into him hard and fast. He liked the way Bill’s tight sphincter gripped his shaft and he knew he was going to cum much quicker than he had fucking Denise’s wet cunt and Bill’s inexperienced mouth.

Bill felt his body go rigid. He held his breath as waves of pleasure washed over him and his climax seemed to go on forever. Unlike a normal climax his cum did not shoot from his cock but rather it bubbled from his cock in an ongoing stream as he trembled with pleasure. The epicenter of pleasure was deep inside him and it just continued to spiral outward until he went limp. His cock was covered with cum but he was still hard and his erection did not go unnoticed by his wife.

Denise pulled her husband on top of her and guided his still throbbing dick inside her. She thrust hard against him and quickly brought herself to a thunderous climax as Trevon resumed his hard pounding of Bill’s ass.

Trevon came next. He pumped hot semen into Bill’s tight ass and then rolled off him and lay on his back. His chest heaved and sweat coated his body. He was exhausted but as sexually satisfied as he had ever been.

Bill came a second time. His dick erupted inside Denise as her body shook from another climax.

“That was incredible,” Denise said weakly as she lay between her two partners.

“It was,” Bill agreed. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked over at Trevon. “You can fuck me anytime.” He smiled and kissed his wife deeply. “I love you baby,” he told her as she drifted off to sleep.

They awoke alone. Trevon had slipped out in the middle of the night leaving a short note and promising to call them. They didn’t know if he would but they knew their lives would never be the same.

Laura didn’t work; I don’t think it was in her nature. While I frittered away my life as a drone at a mid-size financial planning and investment firm she whiled away her days smoking pot, hanging out with her deadbeat mates or just sitting at home having cyber sex with whoever happened to be online. To tease me she’d sometimes send me webcam shots of whatever raunch she was engaged in at the time, usually bent over, her big ass high in the air with some black rubber dong halfway into her hungry pussy. Sometimes she’d just send me a picture of her latest bowel movement, some enormous turd floating in the bowl, “shots from the log book” would be the title. It wasn’t because I had a thing for shit or anything; she was just like that. She loved to make me squirm, loved to shock me.

The early stages of our relationship, consisted of an almost continuous sex act that really only stopped to resupply (food, pot, or beer). The first time she asked me to lick her asshole she waited until my tongue was firmly planted in her hole and then squeezed out a long deliberate and pretty pungent fart, she laughed as she did it, not an embarrassed titter, but a sadistic cruel chuckle that I would come to know well. Another time, after riding me to orgasm she collapsed on my chest, her large breasts crushed against me and her head resting beneath my chin, I was basking in the post-coital bliss, my cock still thrust firmly into her quim slowly growing flaccid, when I felt warmth spread over my thighs and liquid running over my balls, she was pissing over me, over our bed, and she laughed that laugh, that dirty laugh.

So yes that’s Laura, 25 years old, long sandy brown hair, she stands around 5 and bit feet tall, a little tubby I guess but not fat, with fantastic firm round breasts and a glorious ass that oozes (often literally) sex. She likes Hip Hop and black guys, booze and drugs, big cock and dirty sex. Me I’m early 30′s tall and slim, broad shouldered I guess but not particularly muscular, average endowment I guess, Laura says she loves it but none of our extensive dildo collection is less than 2 inches longer than me and much fatter. I can’t stand hip hop, I’m intimidated by black guys, but I guess we agree on pretty much everything else on the list, yes even big cock.

The toilet had broken Tuesday, I don’t know what was wrong with it, the tank just wouldn’t fill with water and so in order to flush the toilet you had to fill it with a bucket from the bath, I organised a plumber myself after Laura “forgot” to get around to it for three days in row. For three days I would come home and lift the bowl to find Laura had left another of her “gifts” to dispose of, for her it seemed a tireless source of amusement. I’d found a local plumber online and asked if he would mind coming over Friday to take a look. His name was Tony, and over the phone he sounded like a fairly typical Aussie tradesman, coarse alpha male type bloke.

When I arrived home Friday evening Laura was asleep on the couch in front of the TV, wearing only a long pyjama top (which she probably hadn’t changed out of all day, she had no underwear on, and with her knees tucked into her chest her pink pussy protruded lewdly from the twin ivory orbs of her fleshy succulent ass. Since Laura masturbated pretty much constantly while at home (and did little else) I didn’t find it unusual that her pussy was pink and swollen and the fur matted with drying fluid.

I changed out of my suit into my lounging about clothes and went to the bathroom to take a piss, as I stood over the bowl (thankfully empty today) waiting for the flow to begin, Laura came in stumbling sleepily, she wrapped her arms around my waist and lent her head against my back and sighed contentedly. Of course this made it harder to pee, and so we stood there for a while as I tried to focus, picturing waterfalls and sprinklers etc. Finally after I finished I pushed the flush, and nothing happened….

“Did Tony come?” I asked, annoyed.

“Yeah but he needs some bit he didn’t have, he’s coming back tomorrow morning”.

“It’s Saturday tomorrow, does he realise that?”

“Is it? Yeah I guess he did”.

I shook my head, wondering at the incompetence of tradesmen, and we left the bathroom. That night we ordered Pizza, drank a couple of beers and smoked some pot.

We started watching a movie, some never ending Terrence Malick epic, but Laura grew bored, she lay her head on my lap, and fondled my balls while languidly mouthing my cock, in no particular hurry just a long luxurious blowjob you’d only dream about, it must have lasted most of an hour and ended with me spurting a prodigious amount of cum into her warm mouth. We dozed for a while on the couch, her holding my shrivelled but well loved member as she did most nights and snoring softly, in the early hours of the morning we made it the rest of the way to bed.

I awoke to the sound of voices in the house and mid morning sun streaming through the window. Laura was already up and about which was unheard of, she normally didn’t surface until midday and only then under duress. I heard a man’s voice, and Laura’s dirty laugh. I got up, pulled on some shorts and a tee-shirt and went to investigate.

I entered the bathroom to see Laura perched on the bathroom sink, still in that night shirt, her legs together but still clearly naked underneath, her nipples clearly visible through the thin light blue material.

“Morning honey”, Laura looked up and smiled at me, “the man is here to fix our toilet”, the way she emphasised “man” was troubling and the smile had a distinctly mischievous bent to it that put me on edge.

So this was Tony, bent over the toilet with his arm down in the tank a wrench or shifting spanner or some such chrome tool in the other hand. He turned, to me, wiping his wet hand on his shorts before thrusting it out to shake. “Morning champ”, he said with a sardonic smirk on his tanned and stubbly face. Of course he was one of those assholes who love to show how much of a man he is by crushing your hand, that it was still damp added to the unpleasantness of the whole experience. He was wearing a black polo shirt with his company logo on it, the obligatory football shorts, and steel cap boots. He was shorter than me, but not by much and he made up for it in bulk, he was stocky, solid but with very little fat, his black hair was curly, probably Italian back a generation or so.

“Make us coffee please baby?” asked Laura in that cutise childlike voice she used to arouse or piss me off.

I was annoyed, Tony had already exerted his alpha-maleness on me, and now Laura was making me get him coffee. “Black” said Tony, “no sugar” before I’d even agreed. I stalked out, a dark, impotent little storm cloud. I heard Laura giggle behind me.

I put the kettle on and dug around in the back of the pantry for the nastiest old instant coffee I could find, fucked if “Tony” was getting the good stuff, and fuck Laura too. I took my time, making myself a cup of tea and finishing some toast before bothering to return to the bathroom with the now lukewarm mugs.

When I entered the bathroom, Laura was on her knees beside the toilet rifling around in the tool box; Tony was standing over the tank again, one knee on the closed toilet lid the other down the side for balance. It was then I noticed what seemed impossible, protruding slightly from the bottom of his footy shorts was the circumcised head of his cock… his shorts were short, but still…

“I’m helping Tony find his tool”.

I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous innuendo. Humiliated I snapped something back about how if she was so good at it maybe she could get a job.

It was a clumsy retort that reeked of pique and frustration and I knew it had instantly made things worse,

“Oh baby, don’t be like that, don’t be jealous. You’re still my little man.”

Laura stood up and walked over to my side, her hands brushed against my crotch as she reached for the cooling mug of shitty coffee, and looked back at Tony, who watched us, that same superior know it all smirk. I was out of my depth here, this guy was twice the man I was, we all knew it.

I reluctantly offered out the mug, while he sat on the closed lid of the toilet, legs straddling either side, making no effort to hide the ludicrous bulge in his shorts. The mouth of the pant leg hung loosely around his muscled legs displaying glimpses of his enormous junk.

“You’ve got smooth hands” he said, as I passed him the mug, “they’d love you in prison”.

Laura tittered and moved back towards Tony, she stood over the collection of tools and parts beside the toilet again, “Tony says the problem is that we needed a new ballcock”. She bent over, causing the shirt to ride up revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks.

“I’m sure he does” I said, rolling my eyes, “Is that even a real thing?”

“Sure is, I don’t think the old one was up to the job” said Tony. At this he placed his hand on Laura’s night shirt lifting it to reveal her pale round ass. He drained the mug in one draft and placed it on the tiles. Then he stood up, his free hand cupping the bulge in his shorts, and lifting, the long thick slug behind the fabric shifted up, the head nearly reaching all the way across his thigh. “Luckily I have one that should do the trick”.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I asked, through gritted teeth, white with rage.

“Your Missus needs a real man, and from what she tells me, so do you, Don’t be shy big fella, Laura tells me you love the cock. She reckons you can’t get enough of those big rubber dongs you’ve got under the bed”.

Laura feigned shock, slapping his hand. “I told you that was a secret” she said to Tony.

Despite my humiliation I felt my own cock stirring in my underpants, it was true I had a thing for anal fucking, receiving more than giving, and I love to fuck ass as much as the next perve. Laura teased me about it, called me a faggot, but it was our secret she was happy to play that way, as long as she was getting her fair share too. Her favourite pastime was fucking herself with her favourite 9 inch dong while I fucked her in the ass.

And now our very private sex life was the a source of amusement for this arrogant prickly, drinking my coffee, fondling my girlfriend, and probably charging me for the time. How could I compete with Tony and his rough manly hands, and his huge trunk like legs and arms, and that cock, that magnificent cock, He’d pulled aside his shorts now and exposed it flapping it idly as it slowly swelled. The fat purple head of his dick was smacking softly against the flesh of his hairy thigh. The skin of the shaft far darker than the skin of his legs anchored in a the coarse black bush of his pubic hair. A single tear of pre-cum oozed from the slit.

“Isn’t it beautiful honey?” asked Laura, “Don’t you just want to eat it all up?”

Despite myself I was transfixed, unable to tear my eyes away as he hypnotically beat it against his leg.

Tony pulled the night shirt over Laura’s head exposing her large fleshy orbs. He cupped one tit and began licking and sucking at the nipple roughly. Laura groaned and her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as her hands embraced Tony’s head. Tony slapped his meat against his thigh again, and before I’d thought about what I was doing I’d stepped close to him and dropped to my knees.

Inches from my face his cock and balls were the whole world, unlike my dick the head of Tony’s was the same thickness as the shaft but that was thick, really thick, it was shaped like loaf, he was hairy and smelt of sweat, and sex, the strong smells of semen and pussy. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his heavy cock, my fingers not actually reaching the whole way around the shaft. He’d let go by then, taking a fistful of my hair and pushing my head into his crotch.

My mouth struggled to envelope the enormous head of his member, luckily I still gripped half of it in my hand otherwise I would have choked almost immediately. Pulling my head back and forward he fucked my face, incredibly I realised that his cock was only partially erect and has he thrust in and out of my mouth it swelled and stiffened even more, filling my mouth as I struggled to breath through my nose. I had to keep my mouth open so wide to avoid scraping the shaft with my teeth that within minutes my jaw ached.

“You’re a good match you two, a right little pair of sluts.” Tony muttered between mouthfuls of tit. “I want it” moaned Laura and I felt her move in beside me, Tony’s legs widening to accommodate the pair or us, he slid his ass forward, trying to get to his balls.

“Get out of the way faggot”, urged Laura, and after several more hard thrusts deep into my mouth Tony pushed me away so roughly I fell back on my ass. Laura greedily moved in swooping onto Tony’s massive thick veined rod, and wasting no time began gobbling it like the cock sucking pro she was.

I looked up, short of breath and gasping, Laura was on her knees her face buried in Tony’s crotch her ass high in the air, her pussy and asshole exposed and inviting.

I moved in behind on all fours, horny now, beyond all reason. Between Laura’s thighs was a glistening matted mess, flushed pink, engorged with blood and on inspection I could now see the dried knotted hair was stiff with dried cum. The hair around her puckered crinkly asshole thick with a mix of fluids.

I feasted on her, bathing her cunt and asshole, softening the dried cum and whatever else was smeared over her dripping snatch and slimy brown hole.

Laura’s juices ran down my chin, and down her legs, as I worked my way over her bum hole I felt her tense and knew she was pushing out… A wet fart escaped her anus and grey semen, Tony’s cum from yesterday apparently, oozed out of her asshole onto my lips and tongue. I was beyond caring and wild with lust. I sucked on her anus, clearly still recovering from what must have been an almighty buggering the day before it opened easily and I plundered her asshole like a lunatic.

“Mmmph mmmph” she began to squirm writhing, but unable to speak with Tony’s enormous rod jammed down her throat, she rocked back and gasped as the rigid pole slid from her mouth. Tony slapped it across her face as she composed herself and then said, “I really need to shit”.

Tony, with that smirk that seemed permanently plastered on his arrogant face stood up slowly teasingly slowly. Laura had closed her legs and wriggled uncomfortably. As soon as the toilet seat was free she flipped the lid back and sat down. A series of sloppy farts preceded a loud plop and Laura released an audible sigh or relief.

“Thanks honey” she said gazing up at Tony who stood over her watching amused. At some point whiled I’d been gorging on Laura’s nether regions I’d shed my pants and was jacking my painfully swollen cock, kneeling there on all fours, ignored, my face smeared in cunt juice and muck. Pre cum flowed freely from my cock, I was a pathetic sight, and I had never been this aroused.

“Look at the little bitch” said Laura cruelly, seemingly remembering I was there again. “Come here faggot, Mama has a little present for you”. I padded forward a few feet so my face was close to her pussy again, I could smell the nasty stink rising out of the bowl from between her legs, overpowering the copious fluid that covered her thighs and pussy. She slid forward thrusting her pussy out and pulled my head into her snatch; I attacked her pussy again as she ground herself against me roughly.

I felt something wet and warm splash into the cleft of my ass cheeks and then a rough finger smear up and down my crack. Without warning Tony pushed his fat sausage finger into my asshole, he spat again directly onto my ass and I realised Tony was kneeling behind me now. He wiggled it around and fucked it a little before forcing another finger inside.

Laura stood up and turned around before sitting down again, straddling the toilet seat her ass was directly in my face.

I heard Laura laugh that cruel chuckle and felt his thick rod slap against my ass cheek. I was nervous now, I’d been fucked before by Laura and her toys, but that had been with a lot of lube and preparation and patience… Tony didn’t have lube, he certainly didn’t seem to have patience and it looked like a rough fingering and a slap of his meaty loaf against my cheeks was as close to preparation as I could expect,

He pushed me forwards my face wedged into Laura’s cheeks,

“Lick me clean you shit eating fag”, Laura cupped her cheeks, spreading them wide. The newly laid greasy smears around her cheeks now adding to the smell rising from the bowl.

My mind was soon distracted from the thankless and gut churning task of cleaning Laura’s ass, as Terry began forcing the massive tool into my willing but under prepared ass. Thankfully my anus was no stranger to oversized albeit simulated dick and as he slowly pushed in I opened willingly needing to be fucked. I moaned as I was pushed further into Laura’s sweaty greasy crack.

Tony’s pace was quickening, he was close, and he grunted and slammed forward hard, so deep I felt him stab up into my colon. I felt his cock pulse through my abused sphincter, and knew he was dumping thick loads of cum deep into my bowel. He kept it in me for a minute or so, buried to the hilt, I felt so incredibly full, I remained there wedged mewling and whimpering between Laura cheeks and Tony, my cock rock hard weeping pre-cum. When he slid out, my knees gave out and I collapsed on my side.

But Laura wasn’t done yet and as Tony stood up, his softening but still impressive member wet with slime clutched in his hand she slid forward on the edge of the toilet seat, I rolled onto my back, face up, I saw Laura reaching for Tony’s dick, licking her lips and preparing to suck some life back into his might tool, with one hand she reached between her labia parting them with two fingers, she released a stream of piss over me, frigging her wanton clit as she emptied her bladder over me and the bathroom tiles.

Laura kept sucking on Tony’s cock for ages while I lay beneath them jacking my cock in a puddle of Laura’s piss, once she was in the zone she could spend hours on a blowjob. Eventually though she had enough, “Fuck me” she demanded of Tony.

They changed position, Laura turned around, and lowered herself onto my dick, her cunt was cavernous and more wet than I had ever known it, her eyes met mine, her face was messy covered in streaks of saliva and fluids from the head job she’d just given then. She gave me a little wink, and spat a thick gob of whatever accumulated smegma she’d gathered off Tony’s dick onto my face. We kissed and licked at each others faces like maniacs. Tony moved in behind Laura and I felt him playing with her bottom, the strange sensation on my dick of fingers moving about in her anus through the thin membrane between her pussy and ass. She was groaning as he finger fucked her working 2 and then three fingers into her hungry anus.

Then he was up and pushing into her with his dick, Laura sighed and whimpered and I felt the crush of his cock sliding pushing up against mine through the walls of her colon, threatening to squeeze me out. I thrust up, knowing if I came out now it would be nigh impossible to re-enter her once Tony got going. He slammed down in answer and Laura bit back a scream, spurred on by a chance to get some of my own back on Laura I began answering Tony’s thrusts with my own and we worked up a steady rhythm of fucking that soon had Laura sobbing in ecstasy, she came repeatedly, actually squirting cum over me adding to the puddle of filth I was lying in. I couldn’t last though and within a few minutes I felt my balls tense as they emptied into her gaping quim.

Tony kept slamming into Laura, far from done; she was biting my bottom lip, I could taste blood in my mouth, tears rolling down her face, sobbing in ecstasy. Finally after long minutes of brutal fucking he grunted and slammed into her for a final time. Tony remained pushed up against her buttocks’ breathing deeply, recovering. Laura nestled on my chest now; eyes closed, shuddering as waves of orgasm receded. She was full of cock and covered in the products of our fucking.

Hard Passion: The Chronicles of Erica Bradson

Chapter 5

The False Smile

Morning came faster than before. My eyes soared at the sight of the sun peeking through the window in our room, and my body felt weak and used up. It did not help that my alarm clock kept ringing that god awful sound, like a nagging two year old wanting something.

I kept missing the off button with my hand, but after a couple of retries I finally hit it. Suddenly I felt this warm feeling of comfort inside of me, as I tugged myself closer to my sheets, like a burden was gone. It felt good, it felt even better when I pressed my soft pillow to my cheeks and just wandered back to my dream.

I woke only after I felt I had slept enough. The sun was invading my room, and birds were flying passed my window as I tried to open my eyes to that bright light. A small smile carved itself into my face as I kept starring at my window emitting that beautiful bright morning sunlight. There was something about it, like a new beginning was coming, and for a second there was no sadness in my heart.

I stretched my arm out while yawning, but as I stretched I realized that something was missing. Only when I looked toward where my husband was supposed to be did I realise he was missing. Where did he go? I asked myself.

Fear crawled up towards my spine, as I began wondering if the worst had happened, whether he had found out about my affair. Only when I looked at my alarm clock did I realise that I had overslept and that he probably just had to leave to work.

Yet somehow I did not feel relief. What would happen if he found out one day? What would happen with us? He would surely leave me I know that, no one would forgive me for what I had done to him. And what would happen to the kids? They’d be heartbroken, especially Peter he is too young to understand it all. And-and what would happen between me and Malik? I shook my head from these thoughts since I was starting to go into a territory I did not want to think about.

I went toward the bathroom to rinse myself from my sleep and these awful thoughts of mine.

The hot water of the shower hit my body as hard as small rocks falling from the sky, somehow I felt embarrassed, and the more I felt this way the harder the water became. I was thinking of yesterday, the things I did and the things I said made me tense up. Although I felt ashamed for what I had done again I felt more ashamed of the thing I had said while we were making love. Did I really say it? Did he really make me say it? I wanted to think that Malik had made me say those things and that I did not mean it, but deep down I knew that I really did mean it. Somehow I just did not want to accept any of it, I tensed up even more, and almost began to cry but stopped before I even started and stepped out of the shower wet and dripping.

I took a towel and dried myself up, but as I turned around to clean my back I noticed my underwear was on the floor. I realised then that the stress of not getting caught yesterday combined with the little time I had to shower and getting rid of my cum soaked clothes into the washing machine had made me forget that my underwear was still on the floor.

I almost shrieked when I realised the mistake I had done, anyone who had been in the bathroom could have noticed it. I instantly leaped at it like it was my biggest secret and realised it was reeking of a combined smell of Malik’s semen and my own passion fluid. I could not open the washing machine and put it inside with my other clothes since it was still washing them, so I just stood there like a thief holding something stolen.

I looked around hoping I could hide it away, somewhere, until the washing machine had finished its wash, but the more I looked around the more I realised there was nowhere for me to hide it. So I started to tense up again, pressing the underwear tighter to my chest as if I was holding my own life in my hands. Then I noticed the bin full of dirty clothes.

I pulled all the clothes out of the washing bin until there was nothing there, placed my own underwear at the very bottom of the bin and then filled it up again with the dirty clothes. This way I was sure it would be hidden from eyes for now.

I slowly went back to dry myself while I was still eyeing the washing bin. I then began to wonder what would happen had my husband seen it, what would he think if he found my underwear with another man’s semen on it? It just made me feel worse than before, those thoughts I did not want to think of just suddenly came back. It was like my underwear proved to me that it was all real that there was just no excuse anymore.

I again tried to suppress my thoughts away and began putting on some clothes, ready to be the wife and mom I was supposed to be. I caught one last glimpse toward the bin. It was then that I realised that everything that happens from here on out would define what kind of a woman I truly am, I closed the door wondering about my future.


My sons had already gone to school, and my husband’s cell phone kept going to voice mail the way it always did whenever he was too busy. I myself just stayed at home with my thoughts wondering about my future. I was seated in the same room where everything had started, the living room, where Malik and I had made love for the first time.

A nice scent of flowers roamed the living room, ever since that day I had tried to hide my shame by cleaning the room still it did not hide everything. It could not hide my memories of that day nor could it hide the passion Malik and I had felt that day. It was almost bewildering, somehow it all just made me feel happy and ashamed at the same time.

My heart started to beat faster as I kept remembering, but it was stronger than just remembering, it was like I wanted to relive it. I started to bite my lip the more I remembered and my hands started to gently move down toward my waist, but I wanted to stop I did not want this now. I tried to stop myself by biting my nails, but then a strong scent that I remembered from somewhere fused into my nostrils.

Soon after, a strong manly taste pierced my tongue, and suddenly I realised that I had forgotten to wash my hands after I had hid my underwear, the scent and taste of Malik’s sperm and my own fluid had left its mark on my hand. I detached my hand from my mouth, but the taste already started to invade me. It was piercing through my body like a snake looking for its prey, its prey being nothing less than my own shame.

I began to sink down into the sofa spreading my legs apart just waiting for someone to touch me, to touch me where Malik had been, the way he had and in the way he still kept doing me in my mind. I slid my hand into my pants, passed the buttons and between my legs. The warmth I was emitting from my vagina was thought provoking, giving me live images in my head of me and Malik together at his place doing all sorts of things, things we haven’t even done.

It made me feel insane, almost as if I wanted to just be ravaged again and again. The more I started to think like this the more my hand caressed my warmth, while my other hand began pitching my hard tit knob. I squeezed it harder and harder, and the more I kept squeezing the more I became wet.

I was so intensely masturbating a button from my pants popped off. I wasn’t even caressing anymore, I was just penetrating my fingers through my underwear and into my hole, moaning at the intense pleasure and saying Malik’s name over and over again.

All of this was almost stopped by the sudden ringing of my cell phone, but it did not matter to me for I was in a lustful state. It kept ringing and vibrating in my pocket. It was then that I decided to pull it out and toss it away and leave me to my pleasure, but as I held it in my hand I did something I never thought I would have done.

I slipped it into my pants and on top of my wet underwear, and then began to carefully circle my phone around in my pants feeling the vibration from the call hitting my sensitive spots. It almost sent me to heaven, and I wished that the caller kept on ringing forever.

I did not care who it was, it could have been a seller for all I care. It did not change the fact that the vibration from my cell phone sent me into that realm of lust again, and soon I came like a blowing star.

The orgasm spread through my body like a virus, and engulfed me into a long ten second high pitched orgasm. I moaned and bit my teeth together bashing my head back against the softness of the sofa as I let myself get drowned in my own desires.

It felt like forever, yet it was merely ten seconds, I felt as exhausted as if I had been having sex with Malik. Slowly enough the river that was blowing inside of me dissipated away like it always did, and with a big gasp I was finished.

Just a couple of seconds later did I realise that the phone was still ringing. Between my legs it kept on vibrating tickling me. Until I finally dragged it out from my wet place. The phone was wet and reeked of me, I did not even care until I had pressed the accept call button and placed it to my ear, that was when I smelled my essence. I answered with a vibrating tired voice, “Hello?”

“Hey mom it’s Peter.”

“P-peter, is everything a-alright?” I asked suddenly all tensed up again.

“Yes mom I just wanted to call and ask if I could sleep over at my friend’s house today?” his voice almost made me cry, as the realisation started to spread through me of what I had been doing.

“Of course, you can do whatever you like,” my guilt spread through me like a hungry cancer, all was feeling so lost now, it was like I had been cheating on my own son. I felt so ashamed.

“Thanks mom, love you,” he hung up before I was even able to say it back to him, so I just sat there with my one hand still between my legs crying inside of me wondering what I had done to myself.


Some time passed and I was ready to prepare dinner when another phone call rang.

“Hello?” I said.

“Mom don’t wait up for me I’ll be back tomorrow, bye.”

‘Brian wait!” before he was able to hear me he had hung up. Brian had recently started to stay out more and kept giving me less and less information on what he was doing. I felt a bit concerned for him, but he had always come home in one piece, neither drunk nor messed up, yet I still felt some concern since he kept things so secret.

I sighed and prepared one plate instead of two, since I knew that my husband was coming home late. Then my cell phone began to ring again.

“Hello?” said I while I cleaned a plate in the sink.

“Hey Mrs Bradson, did you sleep well?” I recognized the voice immediately, it was Malik.

“M-Malik, why are you calling?” I asked as a strange feeling crept up my spine.

“I wanted you to know that I need you tonight, just like we agreed,” the feeling was now spreading through my body, I did not know whether it was fear or lust but it made my heart beat faster.

“T-tonight? But we just did it yesterday, why tonight?” my voice was trembling, he had this way of making me feel powerless and submissive.

“Cause I want to do something new today, so come over to my house let’s say seven?” I did not know what to say, I knew that I’d see him again but not so early.

“My husband is coming home soon, I-I can’t just leave now,” I wanted him but I could not just leave, my husband would start to suspect.

“Fuck your husband!” the words surprised me a bit, “He means nothing to you anyway, you said it yourself!” I did not want to remember what I had said but somehow I could not forget it either, “Now get your ass over here!” Malik was being so persisted that I could not say no, yet I did not want my husband to suspect either, so I said the only thing I could.

“If-if I come over at seven then I won’t have time to come back, b-but if you come here we may have time,” my heart was beating harder and faster now, the simple fact that I was willingly inviting him over to have sex made everything feel so strange and so wrong at the same time.

“That’s a good girl hehe, I’ll be there in a sec, hope you’re alone cause I don’t give a fuck if one of your kids is there. I’ll fuck you right in front of them if I have to!” I almost could not feel my legs when he said that.

“P-Please d-don’t say such things,” the only response I could give him was a whimpering one that sounded like a dog begging his master not to hurt him.

“Yeah whatever, I’ll be there soon,” he then hung up and somehow I wanted to faint afterwards.

My legs kept trembling and my heart kept pounding, Why did I let him say such a thing, I thought. A real mother would have yelled at him for saying such a despicable thing, but I somehow could not. It felt so surreal, the way I just kept accepting his taunts was just terrible. I knew I could never be a good wife anymore, but I wanted to think that I was still a good mother.


I was in the bathroom preparing another wash to get my mind off of things when the door bell rang. My heart pounded and for the first time ever I hoped it was not my husband. I walked out of the bathroom and down to the first floor. I began fearing that it may not be Malik.

I stood in front of the main door, trembling. I reached out to the doorknob slowly and opened the door, hoping it was Malik.

Unfortunately for me when I opened my eyes to the opened door my son Peter stood by the entrance.

“Peter!” I gasped, like a train had run over me, “W-what are you doing here?”

“Hey Mom, sorry I forgot my keys at home and I just wanted to get my toothbrush and pyjama, since I am sleeping over at Harry’s,” he went passed me and up the stairs, and suddenly my heart began to beat even faster, for what would he say if he saw Malik come over before he had left.

I followed him upstairs. I wanted to speed my son’s departure so I helped him collect what he needed.

“I’ll get you your toothbrush sweetie,” I said to him.

“Thanks mom,” he said, which made me feel guilty.

I jogged over to the bathroom and began to frantically look for his toothbrush Where the fuck is his toothbrush! I said to myself as I kept on looking, until I had to ask him.

“H-Honey which one is yours!” I shouted across the room loud enough for him to hear me.

“The dinosaur one mom!” he shouted back.

I scanned the cups containing the toothbrushes, until my eye caught what looked like a pink toothbrush with a tyrannosaur’s head at the end of it. I took it and jogged over to my son’s room, he was still packing his bag up, which made me a bit frustrated.

“Ready?” said I while I handed him over his toothbrush.

“Yeah, but I can’t find my handheld console,” it was then that I started to insist that he leave, for now the time was coming awfully close to Malik’s arrival.

“Well you won’t be needing it since you’re going to have fun with your friend right?” said I as I basically started to push my son out of his room and down to the first floor.

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” I followed him to the main door as if making sure that he was going straight out, when we came to the door he turned around and somehow I felt afraid that he may not leave.

“Will you call me to say good night, mom?” said he looking at me with his blue eyes. Some sadness engulfed me, but I just could not let myself to cry now.

“Of course I will, now don’t let your friend wait,” said I as I kissed my son on the cheek, he nodded, smiled and went through the door. As the door closed a feeling of great fear disappeared within me, like I had been relieved of a great burden.

I walked toward the kitchen sink, thanking god in my own head as I passed the cupboards for not having brought Malik to my house when my son was still at home. It was in that moment that the door bell rang again.

I opened the door without trembling, and just as I thought there stood Malik by the entrance in his typical clothes, holding a plastic bag in his right hand.

“Hey Mrs Bradson, I just saw your son walk out of here, did he know I was coming?” Fear crawled up my spine again, as I started to wonder whether my son had seen him.

“Ehm, please he does not know,” said I, hoping he would not mention my son again.

“Doesn’t matter,” he entered my house holding his plastic bag in his hand and turned towards me, “So where is your bedroom?”

“W-What! But I thought we would…” I did not expect him to ask me such a thing, did he really want us to do it in the bedchamber.

“Hey you invited me, beside with what I have in mind today you will need a comfortable bed,” I had no idea what he wanted to do, and I knew there was no point in arguing. So I nodded to him and escorted him to the bedroom.

It wasn’t until we reached the hall on the second floor that I started to feel pressure. The closer I came to my room, our room, the room where I and my husband slept in, was when I began to wonder whether I really wanted to do this. I knew that if I did this I would only get closer to the eventual end of my marriage, yet I had known now for some time that there was no going back anymore. So why did I feel this pressure?

“Here,” said I as I opened the door.

He walked into it, like he owned it. He looked around for a while, scanning the room as if he was looking for loot, “Nice digs, Mrs B,” said he.

“Thank you,” I walked into the room and closed the door behind me, as I did not want anyone to see us. I wanted to rush it and finish off quickly today, but I knew that there was no point in rushing him, he would use his own time as he always did.

“Malik, you said you wanted to do something n-new, what exactly is it?” I asked like a frightened child.

He turned around and looked at me with his big black eyes and smiled, “Today your ass is mine.”

I was a bit confused as I did not understand what he meant by that, it was only when I saw him pull out two tubes of lube from his plastic bag that I understood.

“A-are you, are you going to put it i-in my,” I couldn’t even finish the sentence when Malik blurted it out for me and confirmed my suspicions.

“Ass! Yeah, I’m gonna fuck that nice backdoor of yours,” I could still not believe it, I had never had anal sex before, my husband only mentioned it once and I strongly said no. It just sounded so disgusting the thought of it, and now I was going to do it anyway.

I wanted to protest against it, I thought it was unnatural, but somehow something inside of me began to warm up to the idea. It wasn’t like a thought as it was a feeling, my hands trembled at the idea, and my head screamed no, but something inside of me wanted to try it. My behind began to sweat and my midsection started to get warmer, suddenly I realised that I was getting horny at the idea.

Then it hit me like a thunder, his size! I could barely take his size normally, how could he possibly think of doing that with my anus.

“I-I don’t think it’s going to work Malik, your size it’s just a bit much,” said I knowing it wouldn’t change a thing.

“Don’t worry,” said he as he caressed my cheek, ‘I’ll be gentle.”

I whimpered at the sound of his voice and felt a sudden feeling of fear passing through me as he kept on caressing me. He pulled me towards him with his strong hands, like I was fragile vase, and kissed me on the lips. In that moment my fear started to dissipate and was filled with the feeling of passion that he kept giving me whenever we made love.

Our tongues connected as I started caressing his big arms, while he held me tight and began to feel me up with his rough hands. Until he grabbed my behind with both hands and squeezed tightly.

He kept squeezing my butt cheeks as we continued kissing. I began to moan, he noticed it and started smiling.

Disconnecting from my mouth he looked over my shoulder and down unto my behind, “I think you’re starting to warm up to the idea,” he said as he spanked me with his left hand.

I yelped when he did so and I started to feel even hornier then before, “Ah yes, but you said you’d be gentle.”

“I’ll be gentle,” said he reassuring me, “Now get on top of the bed on all fours and show me that ass of yours.”

I did as he told me to without hesitation, like I was possessed. I went on all fours on top of the bed and started pushing my ass up so to let him admire me better as he stood behind me. I only snapped out from my trance, for a brief second, when I smelled the body odour of my husband on our sheets.

In that single second I felt a tear hit my cheek, but as Malik started grabbing hold of my ass the tear vanished, and I felt nothing but pleasure again.

“I’ve been dreaming of doing your big ass since I first noticed it,” said he as he squeezed my butt cheeks.

I could but moan as a response. His hand swayed over my behind and up towards my back where he grabbed hold on the edge of my skirt and began to slowly peel it backwards. He was gentle, and his hands kept feeling me up as he continued to pull it down. Only when I felt that my skirt was tightening up did I start to help him.

I put my hand between my legs and reached the buttons that were keeping my skirt on, and unbuttoned them one by one until there were none left to open. The skirt slid off me, it reached my knees and Malik tapped me with his hand as a sign that I had to let my skirt slid pass under my knees.

Finally it reached my feet, he grabbed hold of my shoes and pulled them off and let my skirt pass by my feet easier tickling me a bit. He tossed the skirt onto the floor, and then he just stood there watching me.

I could feel his eyes admiring my ass. I felt so vulnerable, even if he had already seen me naked he still made me feel vulnerable every time he stripped me. But somehow it just made me hornier, as I started dripping from my vagina and soaking my underwear.

“Looky here,” he started touching and pressing my vulnerable wet spot.

He instantly began licking the side of my vagina. I moaned and tightened the grip of my sheets. Then he buried his face into my wet underwear and pierced his tongue so that the cloth of my underwear went into my hole.

I exclaimed a sound of passion as I tilted my head forward trying to bury my moans into the sheets. He kept burying his face into me, and moving his tongue like a rattling snake.

Soon my second orgasm for the day expanded inside of me and gave me that electrifying feeling I so much enjoyed, it was inevitable.

Malik then stopped pleasuring me and dried his mouth with his arm. His hands then took over again, but this time it was not my vagina they touched. I could feel his hands crawling over my wet hole of passion and onto another even more delicate hole.

He pressed his thumb gently on top of my underwear and pressed my anus in. It was a completely different feeling, though rougher it felt like he was triggering a button that would make my entire body curl up.

I started trembling. My head tilted back the moment I felt Malik press his thumb deeper and my body began to move a bit away from his hand, like it wasn’t used to this.

“Please, oh God, don’t, it feels so-so weird,” I couldn’t stop biting my teeth as he kept on tilting his thump back and forth.

“It’ll be better, you just need some lubrication.”

He stopped caressing me and I felt somehow a huge relief, like if a burden had been removed. Then I felt his hands again on me, but this time he was taking off my underwear. They slid passed my knees faster than the skirt he had taken off earlier.

I started caressing my own tit with my hand as I became hornier, which he noticed.

“Yeah, you starting to act like a real whore now.”

“P-please don’t say such a thing,” it just made me feel hornier the way he spoke to me.

He leapt over me and pulled me back, grabbing around me and whispered in my ear, “Oh yeah, well let us see what your body tells us,” he lifted my sweater over and flashed my tits forth, “Look at how tight your nipples are,” he said while he pinched my left one with his fingers to prove it, “You telling me this is a tit of a devoted wife?

He spoke the truth, a truth I did not wish to accept, but he kept on proving me wrong. He took my sweater and bra off and began to kiss my neck while at the same time he toyed with my boobs.

I wanted to kiss him but he would not allow me for he wished to hear my moans invade the bedroom, like if it was another proof to show what kind of woman I was.

After a while he pushed me back on all fours and went back to my ass, but not before taking off his own sweater. He started spreading my butt cheeks apart to get a better look at my anus, for a moment I expected that he would put some lube on with his hand. But just then a warm twitching thing pressed itself over my anus.

I turned around at the surprising feeling and realised that Malik was licking my asshole. The sensation and shock of it made it all feel so surreal and wonderful at the same time, for a second I protested.

“What are you doing, it’s dirty!” but the striking shock and feeling of his tongue touching my most delicate of spot just sent me moaning even louder than before.

My legs started twitching and my mind went crazy, I curled myself up and put my hands between my legs and started masturbating my other hole. The sensation of his tongue caressing my spot and my fingers penetrating my vagina was nothing more than wonderful.

I was flooding like a waterfall, and my hands were being drowned by my essence as I kept on pleasing myself. Malik kept changing between his tongue and his thumb, sending me deeper and deeper into a state of lust.

I never believed that such pleasure existed within such spot, a spot that I had never in my life thought to explore. But now this young man that was tonguing my ass taught me an entirely new kind of pleasure, a pleasure I loved.

It was only when he pressed his middle finger into my butt hole that a shock spread through my body like a wave. Though it was a bit painful at first, it instantly took on a whole new meaning of pleasure afterwards.

My toes curled up and I began to bite my own sheet, and I could feel my anus wrap around his finger that was exploring my otherwise unexplored part. Just his finger was enough for me to orgasm, though this was not a typical orgasm. It was more tense and rougher, like a tightening of something fierce and strong that just snapped.

It felt great, and the orgasm never ended until Malik pulled his finger out.

“Wow, I knew you were going to love it, bet you haven’t made such a sound with your husband.” He was right, in all my years I had never moaned this way with my husband, not even once, “Have you ever let your husband into this hole?” he asked me.

Breathing heavily like I had been running for miles I said, “No, my husband has never done me there.”

“Good, then this is going to be just for me,” his words kept ringing in my ear as he stood up and began to zip his pants open.

I turned around slowly towards him and said, “Please Malik your finger was already too much, I’ll die if you use your dick,” it wasn’t the pain that really scared me, but the pleasure of it. The thought that his finger had sent me to a place I had never felt before scared me, but I knew I would go crazy if he used his dick.

I knew that if I let him do this I’d be scarred for life. I knew that if he sent me to that place again there would be no salvation for me in the future. I knew that if he kept on giving me such pleasure I’d be a shell of nothing, and there would be nothing I’d say no to him.

“You ain’t gonna die, beside,” he slipped his pants down and revealed to me his ever so magnificent huge black cock, “I need to get rid of this boner,” his large pumping dick was already half way erected, and the smell of his pre cum was as strong as ever, “Now lube my dick with your mouth.” There was no arguing, he persuaded me the way he had always done, by showing me what I always wanted.

I held his dick with both my hands and peeled his skin as far down as I could. His smell just augmented the more his foreskin was peeled back, it only helped me get hornier as his strong odour invaded my nostrils.

I began licking his shaft once his entire foreskin was all back. A loud moan came from Malik as I passed my tongue downwards, I only stopped when I reached his balls and even then I just started sucking them.

I kept sucking and licking his balls until I started to move upwards all the way to his penis slit. I then opened my mouth and took his entire head, I tried to force as much of his dick as I could down, but my mouth was full. I sucked him off and went up and down, making sure that I drooled as much spit as I could.

His pre-cum kept oozing down my throat and his familiar taste, that kept hitting my tongue, just made me wetter. I gurgled and blew as much as I could, it was then that he grabbed my head and pushed me against him.

More than half of his dick was now in my mouth, and I felt my lips stretching in such a way it almost hurt. His penis head had passed my swallowing point, and I could feel part of his dick hitting my throat walls, which made me constantly swallow out of reflex.

My eyes were wide open from the sudden forced deep-throat, which was when I realised that his crotch was not far away and that I only had a few cm left. I was so filled with lust that I wanted him deeper down my throat, so I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands and forced myself to get him all the way down.

Malik could not believe his eyes when I started to move forward rather than backwards, and the sensation of it all just made him moan even more. He held my head firmly ensuring that I would keep going forward, and the more I kept going the more he started to moan. It came to a point where I felt his cock pulsating in my throat, I knew then that he was close to coming.

Unfortunately Malik was completely taken by the sensation that he just held me there instead of letting me go. So I had no choice but to keep moving forward so his cock would be closer to my stomach, otherwise I’d be drowning in his sperm.

With one last push my head reached his crotch, I now had his entire cock down my throat and well passed my oesophagus, I had literally swallowed his cock.

I felt his hands tremble on top of my head, and my throat expanded as it was pushed by the growing dick, that was I realised he was about to explode.

“Ahh shit! I’m about to blow!”

With a long exclaim he emptied his balls deep down me, I could feel his dick tingle a bit before a warm sensation started to fuel my stomach. I did not need to swallow until I started to feel his sperm rise like lava, that was when I started to feel some fear.

I swallowed and swallowed as much of his semen as I could, but as much as I swallowed it still kept going up. The closer it reached my mouth the faster it came, and soon it passed my oesophagus.

When it reached my mouth I started to convulse, and it didn’t help me that I could not breathe either. His sperm blew out of my mouth like I was a champagne bottle, but it did not exit fast enough.

I hit the side of his leg with my hand as a way to tell him to let me go, luckily for me Malik understood and let go of my head. I pulled back fast, throwing up his dick and sperm as I went, when his penis head was out it shot a load directly at my face and blinded me.

I fell backwards onto the bed, hearing Malik moaning as he continued to shoot his load all over the bed. I had a mouth full of semen but felt that more was coming, so I turned around and threw up beside the bed a huge load of sperm until I finally was able to catch my breath.

I finally leapt backwards onto the bed and started breathing again, my eyes were still blinded by Malik’s sperm. I used my sheets to clean it off. Malik was still pumping his dick, moaning manically and masturbating himself senseless.

He stopped only when he felt that his dick was done shooting. It amazed me how he could still stand after such a load out, but not as much as what happened next.

As I looked towards him still breathing heavily and with cum falling down my mouth, I realised he still had a boner. I gasped at the sight of his monster dick still being erected, though it had shrunk a bit his cock still had enough energy to go on.

“I did not expect you to deep throat me, damn,” he panted and sweated as he kept on breathing, “Now it’s my turn to make you feel great.”

I couldn’t believe his resilience, it always shocked me but this time more than ever, “Are you sure?” said I as he turned me around so that my ass was facing him. I was after all hoping that if he came hard enough he might not have the energy left to do me from behind, but again I seemed to have underestimated his energy.

“Of course I am sure, I said I’d fuck you in the ass today, now get on all fours,” I whimpered and obeyed like a dog, and stood up on all fours knowing that it was futile to protest.

He began to spread my ass cheeks apart and aimed his dick directly above my anus. I looked back for just a moment, knowing that this was going to hurt, “Please use the lube,” said I whimpering.

“Don’t need it, you lubed me up pretty good,” he was right, his dick basically dripped of my spit and his pre-cum, there was no real reason for any lubricant.

“Just p-please be gentle,” he just smirked.

The tip of his penis head was now touching my butt hole, I could feel the warmth of it and just the touch of it frightened me a bit. It then started to press itself against my hole, harder and harder. Until my anus started to expand open from the constant pressing of his penis head, that was when the pain started.

“Gentle, gentle, please!” I started to feel some pain as his penis head began to further expand my anus.

“Oh god please it hurts!” his entire head was still not in, but it already was too much for me.

“Don’t tighten up so much,” said he.

“I-I don’t know how, Hnng!” I bit my teeth together when I felt that his whole penis head was almost inside.

“Nggh! I-it’s like shitting, just pretend you are shitting then your hole will open,” I couldn’t take the pain so I did as he said and pretended that I was shitting.

My hole did expand the moment I relaxed myself, but just when it became bearable to have his penis head inside a whole chunk of his dick entered me. My head tilted backwards and I started moaning like never before. My toes curled up, and my body became all tensed up, and so did my rectum.

“Shit! You’re tightening a lot! Ngh,” I could feel part of his penis pumping violently inside of me, as I unknowingly squeezed him with my rectum, “I-If you continue to squeeze, I-I am going to move forward.”

“N-no p-please I will die i-if you do!” I was now feeling the extent of a new higher more potent orgasm, it was constant and it never ended.

“S-Sorry Bitch, b-but I am not coming early again, ngh,” he pushed his entire dick inside of me as I gasped and screamed a moan throughout the entire house. His dick was now pulsating deep inside my rectum, the more I felt it the more I squeezed. I was now completely gone, my eyes rolled back and my tongue was tangling from my mouth like a piñata.

I kept yelling and moaning so loud that the entire house could hear me, and for the first time I did not care. When Malik started to move back and forth the orgasm I was experiencing tripled, when he thrust his dick deeper inside of my unexplored hole.

Malik kept grunting and huffing, grinding his teeth as he explored me. My mind was in bliss, and all I could think of was how I could have denied myself such great pleasure.

As he kept hitting my back with his crotch, sliding his dick in and out of my expanding rectum, my thoughts were going on how silly I ha been. All my life I though the act of anal sex was unnatural and disgusting, going so far to deny it even to my husband. But today I experienced a sensation that was better than any other experience I had ever felt, and I would not change it for the world.

I could feel Malik’s dick sliding into me like a drill looking for diamonds, it explored where no man had ever gone before. The sound of our bodies clashing together was music to my ears, and his huffs and grunts finished it all off as a solo. My hole kept opening and closing up, squeezing him whenever he was inside and accepting him whenever he penetrated deeper.

“Fuck I am about to shot again!” he held my back tight and started moaning, “Whose asshole is this!?!” he started pounding me harder as he asked, “Huh? Whose asshole does this belongs to!?!”

“Y-you,” said I while I was trying not to go completely crazy.

“Who!?! I ngh, can’t hear you!”

“You, i-it belongs to you,” I was nothing more than an empty shell, begging to be fucked by Malik.

“Say it the way I want to hear it! Ngh!”

“You! This asshole belongs to you!!” I was completely filled with lust now.

“And only me!!”

“And only you!!” I repeated after him.

“What about your husband!?!” he started to pound me faster, as if he wanted to make sure that no part of me could protest back at him, but there was no part of me wanting to protest anymore.

“I don’t care about my husband! He means nothing to me!!” I yelled as I came a third and fourth time.

“That’s right! You didn’t even let him fuck you in this pleasure hole of yours because you thought he was nothing!”

“Yes! Yes! I did, he is nothing!” my mind was so much gone that I didn’t even care what I was saying anymore.

“You were waiting for a real man to take you here, you were waiting, you did not want him!”

“Yes! Yes! I was waiting!” my asshole was making such a noise whenever he banged me faster, it was now just getting out of control how much I loved every minute of it.

He pulled my hair and whispered into my hear “You were waiting for me!”

“I was, I was waiting for you! I only want you!” my heart and mind was crying out the deepest secrets I was holding back.

“You care only about me, you don’t need anyone else! Ngh!” he was getting rougher, and started to hold me tighter.

“Yes I care only of you! I don’t need my husband! I don’t care about him!!”

“You! Ngh! Are! Ngh! A bad, bad WIFE!!” he could not hold it any longer, and was starting to shoot his load up my ass.

“Yes! YES! I AM!! I AM!! I AM A BAD WIFEE!!! AHHH!!!”

“A-and you a-are a bad m…AHH!!!” before he was able to finish his sentence he started to unload his sperm into my rectum, which sent both him and me into ecstasy.

He tried to hold me tight but even he could not but fall down from exhaustion as he unloaded inside my virgin asshole. My legs curled up together and I fell face down onto my bed, exhausted but still being fuelled with Malik’s sperm and my own orgasm.

Seconds later I felt him fall over me, he as well being exhausted. It was only his dick and my orgasm that went on, and ended only when his cock popped out of my chute hole. His dick still shot a couple of lesser loads when it had left my hole.

My anus started to pump cum out, I could feel I was overfilled, and it just kept falling down onto the sheets. My hole was still gaping for a while until it closed up pressing more of Malik’s sperm out and on to the bed.

I was tired, but I knew I had no time to sleep. I had to get Malik out of the house before my husband came home. But there was just nothing I could do, my eyes just blackened and sleep caught me.


I do not know how long I had slept, but when I awoke up Malik was gone from the bed. I was still soaked in cum and my bed still reeked of it, it wasn’t until I stood up that I realised the mess we had created.

The sheets were soaked in a combination of sperm sweat and essence, a huge load of Malik’s sperm had hit both cushions, and there was not a single place in the room where there didn’t smell. I heard the door of the bathroom open and footsteps coming towards the bedroom, for a second I thought that my husband had come home.

September 2018
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