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THREE Let's be honest, your girlfriend has a kind of weird face but a killer body, and one that you'll notice has gotten better since she started seeing me. More tanned and toned, that's for sure, because that's how I like my women, even if they have nice big tits like your girlfriend does to make up for any excess baggage elsewhere. Yeah, I like women with a slim waist, firm ass and good teeth, and she's got them all. Plus those bazongas that are real fun to fuck. I mean, I guess that's why you stay with her, right? Even though she sleeps with other guys. FOUR From what your girlfriend tells me you weren't exactly a dating sensation in high school and college. Sure, you're not ugly, but you're kind of moody, aren't you? A little too easy to lose your cool and fly off the handle, quick to take offense and with a cutting sense of humor that comes off as rude half the time and the rest as just nasty. I mean, no wonder she's a little embarrassed to be seen out with you, especially after you've been drinking. And she told me a lot about that little breakdown you had last winter, how you were bawling like a kid over the future, worried about hitting 30 without having made a real life. Real attractive behavior, real alpha level shit. No wonder your girl wants a man.

ONE I remember the first time I saw your girlfriend. It was at a party. Everyone was having fun, except you. You looked miserable, and seemed determined to make her suffer. I thought you'd already split up, to be honest, and that's why I felt cool with laying the groundwork to get in there later. I mean, I started chatting with her, established some rapport, got her a ***** and even touched her arm. A few days later, when all those pictures were put online and tagged, she friended me, and about a week later we met up, for the first time, and she touched my dick through my pants while I got a hold of her tits. Yep, we went pretty far in the park, but that's nothing compared to what came later. TWO What do I like about your girlfriend? Well, for one thing I like that she's taken, and that I don't have any real responsibility here. She's cheating, using me for casual sex, like I am her, and that suits me down to the ground. I've never been what you'd call a one-chick kind of guy. I play the field. I get things done. I fuck at least 12 women a year, as a point of pride, and always have a few on the go. What's more, I don't keep it a secret. No need. Women seem to dig me as I am. So think on that, next time you're stuck home alone and I've got my hands all over your girl. I'll be enjoying her, doing all those nasty things she likes to do with me, and then the next day I'll fuck someone else. Your precious girlfriend, the only one you have, is just another pussy to me.

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FOUROf course I got high before I got in the shower, and I came out with a smile and a hard cock under my towel.Jess was holding a joint, drinking coffee, picking at a croissant and checking her messages, still in a T-shirt and boxers, bedhead and yawns.She put a hand out and I held it.She drew me in and we kissed.She put a hand under the towel and felt my balls, freshly shaved and ready to pop in her mouth.I picked up the joint and inhaled, kept it in until there was nothing left to blow out.I put my hands on Jess's tits to steady myself and she laughed."Think you can wait till I'm ready?""How long?""Hmmm. Shower, dry, make-up, clothes. Forty-five minutes, an hour?""That's a long time.""Trust me – it'll be worth it."I smiled and put my hands up her T-shirt, felt her slender waist.Jess was such a tight package, and the way she held me with her cunt never failed to drive me wild, and what had she said in bed that morning, something about fucking her ass again?"It's OK," I said, "I'll get dressed, go and get some groceries. Be back here when you're ready.""Fucking-A," she said, and stroked my cock while looking into my eyes. "I want to see what you've got in these balls."FIVEI got dressed and left the apartment, wanting to get some light and air before going back and pounding my girlfriend in the ass, when in the corridor I bumped into Kyle."Hey," he said.Big smile, nice guy."Hey," I said, "Just going shopping, can I come over later. I was interested in that TV.""Sure, want to come in now? Sale doesn't start till noon, I'm still putting prices on things, but to be honest I just want to get rid of this crap and move on.""Ah, no, not now," I said, high as fuck. "I've got to get some breakfast things, but, yeah, my girlfriend wants to take a look too. How about in 40 minutes, an hour – that cool? Won't take long.""Sure, man, awesome. Just ring the bell, and bring cash, I want to get this done today. First served, first come, and all that."He laughed at his own joke, and I wondered who he'd been with the night before.Now I knew Kyle had seen Jess, just as she'd seen him, and maybe she wasn't up to his usual standard – more a strong 7 than the kind 9s he was used to – but that wasn't the point. All I wanted was to take Jess over there, show her off, get us both hot, then come back to my place and fuck her in the butt while thinking about her taking another cock at the same time.Then I'd make lasagna or something like that, maybe some tiramisu.A whole weekend of pleasures.I went to the store and got some groceries, picked up a few hundred bucks so I could pay cash in the sale, then came back to the apartment and there was Jess, sitting on the couch with a joint and glass of water, looking at her phone and dressed in something wild. From toe to top it went like this: pink vinyl boots, up to the knees, black fishnet stockings mid-way up her thighs, pink and black garter belt, pink push-up bra, black ******, full make-up and teased hair."Oh hi, babe. Thought I'd have to start without you.""Great," I said, anxious to get laid, "but we should go over to that guy's place, Kyle. Met him on the way out. That OK? It's first come, first served, cash only, and I want to get that TV."Jess pouted and spread her arms, so I got another good look at her outfit."Like this? Come on, I thought you wanted to fuck me?""I do, babe, but, look, you can put on a coat, I've got the cash, and we can be back here in 10 minutes, I promise.""Well, OK," she said, standing up and going to the hat stand, picking out a trench coat and trying it on. "I guess it'd be a shame to miss this chance.""That's the spirit."Jess put on the coat, buttoned it and tied the belt, checked herself in the mirror. Aside from the pink boots and ****** she looked pretty normal."I feel naughty going out like this. I like it. A lot."I went over and we hugged, my cock hard against her body.Yeah, she looked good, and I liked it too, the idea that we'd go over to Kyle's place and she'd be wearing my old coat and underneath be dressed like a stag-night's delight.I mean, he was leaving in a few days, so what was the harm?It was my idea of a good time.

Full story is free on Amazon the next few days, before moving to Smashwords. Read the start on the author's blog (which also has a link to Amazon) or below: ONEThe guy who used to live in the apartment across the hall, Kyle, was a cocksman who made sure everyone knew it. It's a small building, 12 units total, and we all pass each other on the stairs or by the mailboxes, and it seemed like every other day there was a different girl going in or coming out of his place. Blonde, brunette and redhead, Asian, Caucasian, Hispanic and Black. The only thing they had in common was they were hot as fuck and smiling.I had no doubt the bastard was living the dream.Now I had a girlfriend, Jess, a pale tight-bodied redhead who liked getting high and did anal on the first date. We'd only been seeing each other a few months, but since I had my own place and she had a roommate she came over to mine once or twice a week, and stayed over most weekends, and it was a great routine – watch movies, get wasted and fuck. Typical 20-somethings in love.Of course, it didn't take long for Jess to notice the parade of babes coming in and out of Kyle's place, or the guy himself, to be honest, since he was tall, good-looking, and well-built, all that stuff women love and guys like me resent."How many girls does he have?""I don't know, three or four regulars and a lot of one night stands. Works in hotel or something, picks them up all the time."I wanted to make her realize she had no chance of a relationship with this guy, that he'd just fuck her and leave, not be the kind of nice, reliable guy that I thought was at the time.I wanted to convince us both that what we had was special, so we didn't feel we were missing out on all the more casual sex we should've been getting in our 20s, so we wouldn't look back later and wonder what the fuck we'd done with our lives.I thought maybe it would work on Jess better than on me.Now as much as I envied, feared and kind of hated Kyle, he did have a lot of cool shit, a regular bachelor pad that I'd seen a few times when he invited me over to watch a game or fight on his big screen. So when he said that he was packing up and moving, selling everything he couldn't fit into his car – well, I wanted to get in there and see if I could get a good deal, make my place more in keeping with my imagined lifestyle."Can I take a look at that TV?" I said. "I'll give you a good price.""Sure, man. I'm having a sale Saturday. Come on over, look around, maybe there's some other stuff you want."Yeah, I thought, your whole damn life.TWOThat Friday Jess came over and was real tired from work, so we got high and started drinking, and decided to chill out and watch movies until the weekend hit for sure, then we'd fuck like rabbits."I brought an outfit," she said, pointing to her duffle bag."What?""Some shoes and stuff. I think you'll like it.""Fuck, let's do it now.""I need to shave, and I don't feel sexy. Come on, let's just watch this movie, then tomorrow I'll get ready. You're going to like it, I promise.""Cool," I said, hitting a bong, "tomorrow."We were both really high, and even if Jess didn't want to fuck then maybe she'd give me a blow job, and if not I'd have a bigger load the next day, and this outfit thing sounded like fun.I hoped there was some fishnet or latex, or maybe she'd dress up like a schoolgirl or whore.Then I remembered it was Saturday coming up, and there was something I needed to do."OK," I said, snapping my fingers, trying to remember, "but I've got to check out... I mean, that guy, the one with all the girls, he's moving out, selling stuff. Said I could have first pick, but got to be there early. I want his TV.""Sure," Jess said, lighting the bong and taking a hit, "cool."She coughed a huge cloud of smoke and handed me the glass.I packed it with a new batch, hit it, and saw stars.Triple-X Fly, some weed that made you fuck like a teen.I slumped on the couch and forgot what I was I doing, put a hand on Jess's thigh and moved it up to stroke her clit through her pants. She kissed me and we tongued each other, then she pulled back and put a hand on my crotch, rubbing it over my thick, hard cock, a serious look on her face."Wait, can I go too? We need some stuff at our place."I looked at my girlfriend and tried to read her, because the truth was I got turned on by the idea of Kyle fucking Jess.It had become my shame and obsession.Jess had long red hair and pale skin, a slim body and nice, small tits, and whenever I found a set of pictures of a girl like that getting fucked I looked for the ones where her face was obscured, so it looked like her getting railed by another dude, and sometimes two or three.In all of these I imagined myself watching my girlfriend fucking in real life, or that I'd just found her online, her secret, slutty past uncovered, or – even better – her secret, cheating present, off out fucking whenever I was home alone, and when she came back I'd fuck her with a vengeance and make her my bitch, all while loving her more deeply.This was what I jerked off to almost every night she wasn't with me, high as a kite and rabid with lust, and this is what I thought of when I fucked her."No problem," I said, flirting with myself. "We can go take a look in the morning.""Yeah," she said, "right after we've fucked. I've got some stockings, a pair of fuck-me heels, and a butt plug."I grinned until my face hurt.I was going to nail her from behind, put my foot on her head, and she was going to call me a bastard and I'd stick some fingers up her well-trained butt as she came and call her a whore, and she'd shake like a woman possessed.Yeah, she was going to get fucked in the morning.THREEI slept the long, dreamless sleep of the pothead, then lay in bed and felt Jess up before breakfast. We were spooning, so I got one hand on her firm, round ass and the other reaching over to her little tits. We made out like a while, my dick up against her butt and ready for action, until she rolled over and looked at me, grabbed my cock."Oh, it's you, " she said, "but come on, I need a shower, and then I'll to dress up and you can fuck my ass, OK?""Really?""Really. I've got big plans for this weekend."Yeah – I was falling real hard for Jess.

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PROLOGUE My wife’s parents were strict about dating while she was in school, and she missed out on a lot that other people in the US take for granted. But after Priya finished her master’s she moved to San Francisco to work, and that’s where I met her. She’s smart, hard-working and beautiful, but I was the first man she’d ever been with. Her first boyfriend, in fact, and although she loves me I know she’s always been hung up about my greater experience, more embarrassed than jealous. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said, and I had to admit, she was right. We both see ourselves as rational, intelligent people, and so perhaps it’s not surprising that when I asked Priya to marry me she said yes, but on one condition: she wanted to sleep with another man before becoming my wife. How could I say no? “We go to Vegas,” I said, “so it stays there.” “OK,” said Priya, “then we’ll get a room, a nice one, and I’ll find someone, then bring them back.” “And?” “Well then, you know –” “What about me?” “You could take a walk. See a show. Play the slots. I don’t know.” “No. If this happens I need to be there.” “What? Watching?” “Not only. I want to join in, too.” “Really?” “Really.”ONE We got a room in a good hotel and flew in early one weekend. We had a balcony overlooking the strip and another one over the pools, and a lot of things to make us feel happy and gamble, but we were in town for one thing and one thing only: to get Priya laid. We arrived, got the suite, had a drink and smoked some weed on the balcony. I thought it was a little early, just the afternoon, but Priya told me to relax. “It’s Vegas, dear. Everyone wants to get lucky. I read up on this, don’t worry.” “OK, let’s get ready to go.” “Let’s?” “Sure, I want to watch.” “You want to see me pick up another man, not just, you know –” “Yes, just make sure he knows what to expect.” “And what is that?” It was then I realized – I just wasn’t sure. TWO The bathroom had a huge tub and a shower big enough for four. We got clean and ready to go out. Priya wasn’t wearing underwear, just heels and a tight, black dress with no seams and a low front that showed off the depth of her cleavage. She has a small waist and great tits that she keeps high and mighty with good diet, exercise, and yoga. When she finished putting on her make-up she gave me a view of what was on offer, every curve and bounce on tight display. I’d never seen her happier, more excited, or more beautiful. I wondered how long she’d wanted to dress like this, and what else she’d been hiding. “Do I look like a prostitute?” “You look great,” I said, shocked at the question. Priya pouted. “Come on, if you’re not into this, just tell me.” She lifted up the front of her dress and showed off her shaved pussy. “Now, do I look like a prostitute or a woman who needs a friend, because I’m going for the latter.” “OK,” I said, “the latter.” “Good. I don’t want to get thrown out. What do you think the guys down there will want to do with me?” “Fuck you,” I said. “Good. I think I’m ready for a DP.” “A what?” “A DP, dear, double penetration. I’ve been looking online. Looks like yoga will be useful.” THREE The deal was we went down together, and I’d sit in a bar with a book while she used that as a base to pick out someone she wanted to fuck. I was to wait until she made some physical contact that met with a good response, and then I had to get back to the room before they did. Priya was going to explain it all to the strange cock in the bar, but I wanted to clear the area before he had a chance to spot me. I also didn’t want an awkward ride up in the elevator with some guy who was about to fuck my girlfriend. Wait, my fiancée. Shit. And how was he going to fuck her? Maybe we should have discussed this in more detail FOUR We went down to the floor together. We chose a bar between two coffee stores and in front of rows of slots. Priya sat down, and I kept moving until I found a spot where I could keep an eye on her while drinking a beer and taking in the usual scenes of Vegas in the early afternoon, a bunch of winners and a lot more losers. The weed was hitting good, and I was alive to the fact that anything could happen, the idea that lit up the brains of everyone who walked by. Priya was right, as she usually was. Few straight men would refuse the offer she was making them – commitment free sex with highly kinky overtones. The old Vegas slut girlfriend / hot wife tale, and now it was happening to me. I watched Priya for some time before she caught someone’s eye and waved to them. He was a big guy and went over, smiling, and sat down. They must have made a little small talk, and then my girlfriend touched his arm, and he grinned wide and covered her hand with his own, lifted it up and kissed it. It was time to go back to the room, but just as I was leaving I glanced back and saw another guy join them at the table. I turned away and kept walking to the elevator then went up to the room, wondering if this meant the deal was off, and if it was, how I felt about that. I sat in the room, got a drink from the minibar, and waited to see what would happen. It was an hour before my girlfriend came back. FIVE There was a knock at the door, and I could hear giggling and voices. It sounded like Priya was drunk and there was a crowd in the hallway. She seemed to struggle with the door, but then it opened and there she was with a smile on her face and four cocktail umbrellas in her hair. Behind her were two big guys, like wrestlers, smiling back at me with perfect teeth, both holding bottles of beer. Priya looked tiny next to them. “Hello, dear,” she said. “I got a little carried away. I hope you weren’t lonely.” A guy walked in before I could answer, the first one she’d chosen. “Hey, man, I’m Matt. Nice to meet you. Glad to help with your fantasy here.” I wanted to say that it was Priya’s fantasy, not mine, but that didn’t seem right either, when the other guy came in, grabbed my hand and started shaking it, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Logan. Your room’s nice, man, Priya too. I like her tits.” He laughed and I suddenly felt awkward, being introduced to two guys who were going to fuck my girlfriend in front of me. They must have thought I was an idiot. Then I realized why she’d chosen them. They looked just like the steroid pornstars she’d been watching to prepare for today. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I wondered how big their cocks were. “You see, dear,” she said, leading the guys to a couch, “I was just sealing the deal with Matt here when Logan sat down. So I thought might as well make good use of the room, and this kind of thing is very popular now.” “What is?” “DPs, TPs, mini-gangbangs, that kind of thing.” My mouth must have dropped. “Don’t look so shocked, dear. I know all the words. For example, I know that you’d be called a cuckold, and I’d be a hot wife, or maybe a slut wife – no, a cheating girlfriend. What do you think?” I thought she was full of surprises. SIX I took a seat in a chair opposite the couch that Logan and Matt were sitting on as Priya went to get some drinks. None of us said a word until she returned. She came over with four beers, one for each of us, and gave me one then took a seat between Logan and Matt. Priya was so inexperienced that just the closeness of these guys made her look overwhelmed, and her breathing became faster and shallower, like she might faint. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply for a few cycles, then seemed to relax. “OK,” she said, “let’s do this.” I watched as she placed a hand on the guys’ thighs, smiling back at me as she moved up to their crotches, then staying there and massaging whatever they were packing. Priya’s eyes told me they were huge. For the next few minutes she took turns kissing both guys as they groped her tits and ass through the dress. At one point Matt was behind her, kissing her neck and rubbing up against her ass, while Logan had his face buried in her cleavage, eventually lifting one tit out, then the other. Soon Priya was held up between the two men, their big hands pawing her, touching wherever they wanted, her tits hanging out over the top of her dress. She looked at me, and I didn’t know what to do. She pushed the guys away and stretched, arching her back so her naked breasts were pushed out and jiggled. “Help me take off my dress,” she said, and Matt grabbed the hem and lifted it up over her waist, and we could all see that she had a shaved pussy and no underwear, that her whole body was a perfect tan. The guy pulled the dress up over her tits and then over her head, then stopped and held it tight like that. My girlfriend was now naked, save for a pair of high heels and a bunched up dress over her face. She couldn’t see anything, but Matt and Logan looked at her round, brown ass, thin waist, flat stomach, and gravity-defying bazongas. The secret was now out, Priya was made for fucking, and while her dress was stuck over her head they moved their hands all over her body, kissed her tits and even ran their fingers along her pussy and ass crack, slipping the tips inside when they could. Two men were now making love to my girlfriend, right in front of me, and I didn’t know what would happen next. How much of this had Priya planned out with the guys, and how much was their own initiative? At what point should I join in, and when should I ask them to stop? SEVEN Priya moaned and struggled, until the guys lifted the last of the dress up over her head and set her free. She blinked at the light and got her bearings, and I marveled at the change that seemed to have come over her in the short time she’d been groped in the dark. Her eyes were wilder, and her teeth flashed more often, but most of all it looked like she needed to be held down and fucked a long time. She grabbed her own pussy with one hand and stuck some fingers inside, used her thumb to rub her clit. She stuck out her tongue, put her pussy-wet fingers in her mouth and then ran them over her nipples. “Come on boys,” she said, drooling, “show me how to fuck.” EIGHT Matt and Logan dropped their pants, took out their cocks and sat on the couch. Now my cock’s a good size, and so was Matt’s, but it was Logan’s that really set Priya’s eyes popping. It must have been 10 inches, but the showstopper was the thickness, like a beer can. She looked up at the proud owner of what she still refers to as “the big one”. “Can I touch it?” “That’s why you brought us back, right?” “Yes, you’re right, it is.” I felt uncomfortable as my girlfriend talked so matter of factly while she was sitting between two guys and jerking them off, big smiles on their faces. “Look dear,” she said, hands going up and down together, “I’m skiing.” The guys laughed, took sips of their beers, leaned back in the couch and relaxed. They were about to get their cocks sucked. “Can I tell them, dear?” Priya said, her hands stroking the dicks beside her, making the guys groan like animals. “Sure,” I said, no idea what she was talking about, eyes locked on how she was tickling their balls, rubbing the shafts, and twirling her fingers around the heads of those two big cocks. I wanted this to get started so that it would soon be over. I wanted to start fucking my girlfriend. “Well, guys, like I said in the bar, I’ve only been with one man, and I don’t really know what I’m doing. So if you have any ideas, please tell me.” With that, she turned to Matt, kissing him full on the lips as she played with his cock, and I could see their tongues out. Logan placed a hand on her thigh and slid it up between her legs, kissing her shoulder as he pressed his fingers against her pussy and pushed the tips inside. “She’s wet,” Logan said, “and really fucking tight.” Matt reached up and cupped one of her breasts in his large hand, and then Logan pulled Priya’s legs open, exposing her shaved pussy and it’s pink inner lips, then going down to lick that for a while. She gasped as Logan’s tongue hit her clit and broke her kiss with Matt, who started moving down her neck and then toward her tits. Priya was running her hands through his hair, eyes closed, and smiling, as Matt sucked her nipples and Logan’s mouth worked on her pussy. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at me, so relaxed and full of lust that I hardly recognized her, naked between two big guys who were softening her up for fucking. She’d never looked at me like that before. I’d never really felt wanted. Logan pulled his fingers from my girlfriend’s pussy, and offered them up to her. Keeping her eyes on me she opened her mouth and took them inside, tasting herself, moaning at the latest transgression, trying not to gag as the guy pushed them deeper. It was all too much, and she gave in. “Oh, fuck me,” she said, “fuck me with your cocks.” Logan and Matt looked at me, and I just nodded. “Right then,” Logan said, waving his big dick around, “let’s fuck some life into this girl of yours.” NINE Matt and Logan stood up to take off the rest of their clothes, and Priya walked over to me and leant in to kiss me. She smelled so good. “Having fun, dear?” I nodded, mesmerized. “Good. Are you ready to see me get fucked by two guys?" I nodded again. I was the only man who had ever touched Priya like this. Mine was the only cock she’d ever known. “Not going to get jealous?” I shook my head. “Good, because I’ve been watching porn, dear, a lot, and I always was a fast learner.” Fuck. I went through all the things Priya didn’t like to do: blow jobs, pussy-to-mouth, anal, swallowing, facials. There must have been more, a lot more, like everything that wasn’t straight missionary. What was she going to do with these guys, and would she do the same for me, or was this a “stay in Vegas” thing? Too many details, too late in the day. She kissed me again, then went back to the couch and sat down, so that Matt and Logan were now standing naked either side of her, their dicks bobbing a few inches from her face. She pulled them a little closer, and then moved the heads of their cocks over her face, giggling, making them touch each other. She barely sucked my cock, so I had no idea what she was going to do with two of them, but I had my hopes, and they involved getting blown good for the rest of my life. If this needed to happen to make Priya like sucking dick, then I was OK with it. I took off my pants and started jerking off. Priya turned to Matt and licked the tip of his cock, teasing him, and when she pulled away there was a thin string of spit hanging from her tongue, or maybe it was precum. She felt it, and smiled as she sucked it up and swallowed. She ran her tongue from the head to the balls, and up again, never breaking eye contact with the guy, then she turned to Logan and did the same, all the while jerking off his friend. For the next few minutes my girlfriend moved between Matt’s big cock and Logan’s even bigger one, her fingers stroking the shaft and balls and her head bobbing back and forth on whoever was in her mouth. This was way better than she ever blew me, by like a hundred, thousand times. Suddenly Priya stopped and looked up at both men, concerned, but still playing with their cocks. “Am I doing it good?” “You’re good,” Matt said, reaching down to grab a handful of my girlfriend’s hair as her tongue was back to rolling up and down his dick. She kept that up a few more strokes, then took her mouth off and looked up at him, again a little nervous. “Well, can you help me deep-throat?” Yeah, I couldn’t believe it. TEN My girlfriend closed her lips around the end of Matt’s cock, as the guy pushed his hips up to meet her. Priya’s eyes found me as Matt moved his dick against the inside of her cheek while she was still was jerking off his friend. She looked ridiculous, and it made me even harder. Priya closed her eyes and moved her head, so Matt’s cock went from her cheek to the back of her mouth. He must have felt the change, because he took two bunches of her hair and pulled her forward, so that his dick hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, so shocked she even let go of Logan’s big dick for second. Matt held Priya down like that for a while, until she was gasping for air, spit bubbling around his thick shaft and hanging from his balls, and then he withdrew, wet with her saliva. My girlfriend put her hands on her heaving tits and tried to get her breath back, while Matt waved his cock so the slobber landed on her hair, in her face. Logan laughed and stuck his big dick in her ear, rubbed it around. “I’m sorry,” Priya said, wiping her mouth, “I need more practice, that’s all,” “Oh man,” Logan said. “This bitch is unreal.” It was strange to hear someone talk to my girlfriend that way, but it excited me, and Priya seemed to like it too, because she turned to Logan, put her round, brown tits around his massive cock and gently pushed them together, then started bouncing up and down, eyes wide at the sight of herself. “Look, dear, I’m giving Logan here a tit-wank.” Matt moved over and waved his dick in front of Priya again. She opened her mouth and he put it back inside while Logan kept fucking her tits. “She’ll make a good wife,” he said. “Yeah,” said Matt. “You’re a lucky man.” Priya moaned, and let his dick fall out her mouth and bounce around her face. Logan took his cock from between her tits and grabbed her head, while Matt moved and held her hands behind her back to give his friend more access. Logan grinned and began pushing his cock past her lips, using both hands to keep her head still. His cock was long and thick, and she trouble getting it in, but once it got past her teeth she took the shaft and it seemed to go most of the way down her throat in one swift movement, and then halfway out and in again, over and over again. Logan and his big dick were face-fucking my girlfriend, and I liked it. ELEVEN Matt was big enough to hold Priya still while she was getting her mouth fucked, and with other he started to grope her ass, feeling in between her legs, tickling her pussy, sticking his fingers inside. Priya moaned around Logan’s cock and pushed herself onto his friend’s fingers, then began circling her hips to work them deeper. Matt smiled and kept admiring my girlfriend’s ass as his friend was enjoying her mouth, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm, not so deep to make her gag now, but enough to make her quack. Priya worked hard to get all that dick in her mouth, and she got it half in, then had to pull back, catch her breath, and work up the courage for another doomed attempt. This went on a while, and then Logan pulled Priya’s mouth off his cock and went to get a fresh beer from the minibar, and Matt let go of her arms and said he wanted to fuck her, “How do you want me?” Priya said. “On the couch, on your hands and knees, with your ass in the air.” Logan was soon at one end of the couch, a fresh bottle in hand, and Priya got on all fours so she was facing him, like she couldn’t get enough of sucking that cock, her ass pointing back at Matt. She looked at me and smiled. “Doggy-style, right, dear?” Fuck, it was time for me to join in. TWELVE I stood up, took the rest of my clothes off, and went over to stand next to Logan. My dick looked just like his, only smaller. Priya leaned forward and grabbed both our cocks and put her lips on me for the first time in a week or two. While she sucked me off she kept jerking Logan’s big dick, making eye contact with me, then him, the same smile on her face all the time. At the other end Matt was putting his cock in my girlfriend’s cunt, moaning at the tightness, and then going slowly, trying to calm down while also going in deeper. Priya gasped as she felt him get in there, took her mouth off my dick, looked at Logan’s big pole just beside her, then up at me, her eyes a little watery. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m so, so sorry.” “Why?” My dick bouncing off her face and Logan’s in her hair. Priya screwed her eyes up, and I worried she was going to cry with another man inside her, and I didn’t know what to do. “Because I love it. I love this.” She smacked my cock against her face in time with her words. “I – love – cock.” “It’s OK,” I said, “enjoy it.” Priya smiled and kissed the end of my dick. “Do you think I’ll be a hot wife, dear?” “Yes,” I said, stroking my cock and thinking about cumming in her face, “I think you’ll be scorching.” She dabbed her eyes. “Oh…I’m such a slut,” she said, “and I love it.” Priya then turned her attention Logan, who patted me on the back as my girlfriend held up his shaft and took his balls in her mouth. “Thanks a lot, man, you’re very understanding.” “Yeah,” said Matt, shifting around so he could poke Priya’s cunt from another angle, “good luck staying married to this girl.” THIRTEEN I looked down as Logan moved my girlfriend’s head around so that now he was fucking her throat, then her cheek, and when he wanted a rest he just lifted Priya’s head up and smacked her in the face a few times with his massive dick, just like in the movies. I watched this for a while and then he passed her on to me and went off to the bathroom, and I pushed my cock in her open mouth, and she worked on it. The slobber from blowing Logan was still hanging off her chin and falling on her tits, like someone had already cum in her face. Then Logan came back and she turned her head and took his cock in her mouth again, a few good strokes, then back to me, moving between us, working up more spit, all the while shaking from the cock in her cunt. She lifted her head up and stuck out her tongue, let the drool hang down, sucked it up again, then dribbled it onto our cocks and rubbed them together. “Fuck,” Matt said, still pumping her cunt. “I need some of that.” Priya looked over her shoulder. “Then come up here and let me taste that pussy.” Matt gave a few more strokes, pulled out and slapped Priya’s ass, then moved up to the other end of the couch and stood next to Logan and me. She ran her tongue up and down his dick, licking up her pussy juice and making him tremble. “Careful,” he said, “or I’ll cum all over you.” Priya gripped the base of his cock and took her mouth off. “Not yet,” she said, “later.” I went to fuck Priya from behind, but she didn’t seem to notice, what with those two dicks in front of her, sucking one and then the other. I looked down at her round, brown ass and slipped my dick inside her cunt. It was warm and wet from the fucking Matt had given her. Priya moaned and I saw her push their cocks together, so the heads were touching, and then try and cram both into her mouth. It was hopeless – Logan was just too big – but she still managed to get the tips in, and waggled her head from side to side, doing it for pleasure, not love. “Hey man,” Logan said, smiling, “your girl’s got two dicks in her mouth, just like a good wife.” “She’s real good,” said Matt, “she’s a keeper.” “You hear that, dear?” It was Priya. “These boys really like me. You’d better be nice when we’re married, or I might start getting ideas.” FOURTEEN I kept fucking Priya from behind while she sucked those cocks, but eventually she asked me to get out. I couldn’t believe I was being told to stop fucking my own girlfriend while she had two guys playing tonsil hockey at the other end. “Sorry, dear,” she said, “but we can do this anytime, so just let Matt put it in again. I need to be stretched before Logan.” I pulled my cock out, dragging the tip from Priya’s pussy up to her asshole, making it wet, thinking about stretching that first. But no, she didn’t like the idea of anal, as she’d told me many times before. Matt carried my girlfriend to the bedroom and set her on all fours again, so she was across the bed, her ass facing him and her mouth there for anyone else. He got behind and slipped his cock straight into her wet cunt and began to fuck like he was getting paid for results. Logan got round the front, and Priya sucked on his big cock yet again as he worked to force it deeper, holding her nose and then opening it after a few seconds, which she seemed to think was amusing. That’s how she was rocking back on forth between the cocks, gagging a little as Logan’s dick swelled out her cheeks or went down her throat. When it seemed like she might even throw up the guy pulled out his cock, called her a “good girl” and smoothed down her hair, then signaled to Matt that it was time to change ends. That big dick was going to meet Priya’s cunt. FIFTEEN Matt pulled his cock out of my girlfriend’s pussy and moved up to stick it in her face again. In one day these guys were getting more head than I’d seen all year. “Hey man,” he said to me, “'look at your wife suck my dick. She’s really enjoying it.” “She not my wife,” I said. “Whatever,” said Logan, stroking Priya’s pussy with the head of his cock, “she still loves it.” He slapped my girlfriend on the ass and grunted. “I guess she’s ready for me now.” I stood by the bed, jerking off, watching as Priya reached back and guided the head of Logan’s dick between her tight pussy lips. My eyes kept moving between my girlfriend sucking Matt’s cock and that big rod stretching her out, and for a moment I wondered if she’d ever want me to fuck her again. I didn’t need to worry, after this adventure she became an animal in bed. SIXTEEN Priya soon got used to Logan’s thickness, although he was just teasing with the head and first inch or two, keeping the rest in reserve I moved to the side of the bed and stood next to Matt, and Priya got our cocks and made sure she could play with us at the same time, both heads pushed together and moving over each other. It was strange to see and feel my cock touch another man’s, but my girlfriend was holding them, and rubbing them over her tongue, lips and face, and I felt good about it. I even thought about what it would be like to fuck her in the ass while another man took her cunt, to feel another cock rub up against mine, and I almost came, had to pull my dick away and calm down. I watched Logan fucking Priya as I was catching my breath, and saw he was still careful not push the whole length in at once, to always leave her wanting more. He caught me looking and smiled, tapped my girlfriend on the ass “You like that big cock, Priya?” he said. “Yes, I do,” she said. “But I want to sit on it. I want to get right down to the balls.” “Fuck yeah,” Logan said, pulling out, his long dick slick with pussy juice just down to the halfway mark. “Now come here and clean this up, then you can sit on me and go fuck yourself.” Matt laughed. “What about me?” He said. “Don’t worry,” Priya said, “I want you in my ass.” Logan whistled. “You hear that, man?” He said to me. “I think your girl’s in love.” Priya told me later that she wanted something that was hers and not mine, and that something was giving up her virgin ass to another man. That way she’d never feel bad about all the women I’d fucked before I met her, that way she’d always have some power. Yeah, it seemed legit. SEVENTEEN Logan sat in an armchair with his big dick in his hands and an even bigger smile on his face. “This might change your life,” he said. Matt patted me on the back. “And I’m getting her ass, man, thanks. First Indian chick, too.” Priya walked over to Logan, and he helped her get up on his cock, full brown tits hanging in his face. He massaged them, put his head in between and shook it about, making motorboat sounds. Priya reached down and lowered herself onto that huge pole, her pink pussy lips stretched tight, and sighed, gasped and moaned as each inch disappeared inside. “It’s so big,” she said, eyes wide and breathing fast as that monster dick went past the halfway mark. Matt and I moved closer, and Priya reached out and held our cocks, so that she was jerking us off as she bounced up and down on Mr. Big Dick, who was grinning as my girlfriend’s tits kept hitting him in the face. What a great day he was having. I looked down at his cock going in and out of her pussy, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw him pull back on her ass-cheeks and @@@@@@ Priya’s tight little butthole, winking and ready for action. Matt saw it too. “What about this ass?” he said. “You said I could get up in that.” “Then man up and do it,” Priya said. “I’m not your mom.” “You don’t know his mom,” Logan said, and both guys laughed. Priya turned to me, holding my cock in one hand, Logan’s face between her breasts and his dick in her cunt. Matt was stroking her ass, getting ready to fuck it. “I think this is going to be a DP, isn’t it, or did we already do that?” “I don’t know,” I said, “maybe.” “No, I think before was a spit-roast and this a DP. Now be good and get the lube and condoms from the washbag. I want to suck Matt’s cock after he gives me anal.” EIGHTEEN I went to the bathroom and got the lube and condoms. I saw myself in the mirror, red-faced, sweaty and naked. Outside I could hear the sounds of fucking. I thought about what Priya had just said. I went out and she was still sitting on Logan’s cock, her ass resting on his thighs and moving her hips around – balls deep, ecstatic. Matt squirted some lube in a condom, put it on, then massaged a dab more into my girlfriend’s asshole, ready to start breaking it in. He slipped the head inside, and Priya gasped, closed her eyes and grit her teeth, but once he was an inch or two in she relaxed and changed how she was moving, so she was going up and down on Logan’s pole and back and forth on Matt’s. My girlfriend was fucking herself on these two cocks, and I was just standing there, jerking off, like an idiot. “You like that cock in your ass?” Matt said, getting up speed and working out some aggression. Priya nodded and turned to me, a worried look on her face. I held her hand and waited to see what would happen. She screwed up her eyes, held her breath and groaned louder and louder until something broke and she started cumming, Matt in her ass, Logan in her cunt and me just holding her hand. She yelled for a long time and then her mouth just hung open and made noises, so I stepped forward and put my cock in front of her, and she moved in and used it to muffle her screams. It was a wonderful sight, but after a few minutes even a woman as fit as Priya needed some air. She tapped out and we let her up, Matt took off the condom, and we all took a break for weed and beer. “Hey Priya,” I said, putting some lube in my hand and jerking off. “I want some of that ass next.” “OK, dear, no problem. Matt opened it up nicely.” The bastard was grinning at me. NINETEEN We got back into position, Priya sitting on Matt’s dick, with Logan in her mouth and me rubbing the end of my cock over her now softened asshole. I moved half the head in and out a few times, and she gaped about the size of a dime. I looked down and thought about what this meant for our relationship. Did I still want to get married? Fuck, yeah, I thought, as I plunged back in, right down to the balls. I went in and out a few strokes like that, and then pulled Priya’s ass-checks apart and got in the last angry inch, determined to make this count. I wasn’t going to be the first man to fuck her in the butt, but maybe I’d be the first to cum there, and I don’t even know if she liked it or not, what with the other cocks going in and out of her body like they owned it. I got kind of mad at the thought of it all as I slammed my dick into Priya’s ass, and the other two guys stepped up their game, too. Logan was holding Priya’s hair, using that to pull her mouth on and off his cock, grunting and mumbling about “cumming” and “fucking” and “sluts”. Matt was in her cunt, anchoring us all, and I could feel his cock pumping up and down, saw the strain on his face as he tried to hold back a little longer, to make the feelings last before unloading deep into my girlfriend. Sometimes all three of us were going in and out of Priya at the same time, and sometimes at our own speed, each unconcerned about the other, my girlfriend manhandled, twisted and bent. Her eyes sometimes had a look of panic, but every time Logan’s dick fell out of her mouth and she got her breath back she yelled “more” or “harder,” and so we kept fucking her like a ragdoll until one of us was bound to start cumming. I gripped Priya’s hips like that and fucked her ass like I wanted to break her, with one cock going in and out of her cunt and Logan’s balls in her mouth. Things grew more intense and the room filled with grunts and moans, and then I felt my girlfriend twitch and shudder underneath me, Matt’s shaft rubbing up against my own inside her. Priya was cumming under the triple assault, with my cock in her ass, one in her cunt, and a third in and out of her mouth, and we all started to fuck even harder, all the way through her bucking and screams, making it last even longer. Yeah, I’d never seen her cum this hard before, but after a minute or so of jerking and sobbing she waved her hands and finally got us to stop, and as we all caught our breath she squeezed her tits together and asked for something to drink. Logan gave her his beer, and she took a sip, swallowed, then told us what she wanted next. “Cum on my face,” she said, “please.” TWENTY Priya kneeled on a pillow and we stood in a circle around her, pushing our cocks close. She devoured us, two cocks in her mouth and one in her hands, or vice versa, desperate to get her reward, her tongue out and begging for it. “I’m gonna cum,” Logan said, and Matt shifted so that he was out of the firing line while Priya turned her attention to that huge cock and jerked it off to the end. “My face,” she said, “do it on my face.” That set Logan off, and he threw his head back and grunted, then forced his eyes open to watch as he unloaded a huge amount of jizz on my girlfriend’s face, too much for her to catch and swallow, so she gave up and just let herself get pasted. I should have counted the number of shots and tried to beat it, but when Logan was done cumming Priya turned to at me, her face a mess, and gave me the dirtiest smile you can imagine. “Fuck, yeah,” she said, “it’s warm.” Matt was next, and he pulled her over to his cock and started yelling that he was going to cum in her face. She grabbed it with both hands and put her lips around the head, Logan’s spunk still hanging off her. “Give it to me,” she said, eyes filled with desire. That did it, and Matt grunted as his cock started to shoot out wads of cum, hitting Priya on the nose, cheeks, forehead, and chin, with a few thick globs even landing in her open mouth. She licked her lips and swallowed. I felt my own cock ready to explode. I’d waited so long to cum in her face, but I never thought it would be like this. Priya stroked my cock with one hand, and with the other scooped up the jizz from her tits and fed it to herself, all the time looking at me and moaning. “Cum on me, dear, please, please give me your cum.” It was too much, and just I took aim and let go, watching the scene as the jizz came out hard and fast and hit Priya right in the mouth. She swallowed what she could, but as she closed her lips I got in couple more shots, and when she opened her mouth I was just aiming all over her face, holding her head steady with one hand and jerking off with the other. The whole world shrunk to me, my cock, and Priya’s face and tits, covered with the spunk of other men. This was what she’d become in Vegas, a cum-covered three-dick slut. She looked up at us, sweaty, fucked-out, and make-up smudged, and started gathering the cum from her face, tits, and thighs and playing with it, like this was the most wonderful thing in the world. Priya opened her mouth to smile and thick strings of cum stretched and thinned over her tongue, and as she breathed they snapped and she gagged a little, then chewed on the jizz as it ran down her face. I could hardly recognize my girlfriend, but I wanted to fuck her again. TWENTY-ONE It ended like that, and when it was really over we found ourselves stretched out around the room, catching our breath and cleaning up on towels, sipping a beer or having a toke. Priya walked over to me, the cum was running from her face and tits to her belly and thighs. She was smiling at the mess, holding up her sticky fingers and then rubbing them over her face. “Look, dear,” she said, the cum of three men hanging from her chin, “I had a bukakke.” I breathed heavily, not sure what to do, how to feel. “I’d better take a shower,” she said, and went off to the bathroom. Logan and Matt looked at me. “Go on,” I said, “join her.” I sat alone on the bed, and felt my cock get hard again as I heard the sounds from the bathroom. Priya was being educated. Priya’s story continues with a honeymoon in Thailand in Priya’s MDMA Gangbang, available on the author's blog. If you can't see the link, google pbrider wordpress

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ONE I’d gone out drinking with a co-worker, and we ended up talking about trends in porn, and he let slip that his fiancée had picked up a couple of guys in Vegas and he liked it. Felt it had done their relationship a lot of good. Said he was excited about getting married now, that it didn’t mean an end to sex. Then a few weeks later a guy I knew from high school visited and told us this crazy story. Cal was travelling up the West Coast, doing his On The Road thing 50 years too late. He was passing through San Francisco and I invited him to stay at my place. To be honest, I had a lot to be proud of, and a lot I wanted to show off. I’ll tell you more about that later, but here’s the story he told us both, me and Kim, within a drink or two after I came back from work. You hear this and tell me it wasn’t some kind of set-up for the whole damn thing. “I was in this town,” he said, “and I checked into this hostel and was having a beer when this guy comes up and asks if I want to fuck his wife.” “No way,” said Kim “Yes way,” said Cal. “Anyway, I took a look at her, and she wasn’t bad. I mean, they’d come planning to do this, right? So I go back to their place and we get high and pretty soon she just starts blowing me, her husband sat right there.” “Didn’t that freak you out?” I said. “Kinda, I guess, but it was hot too. I mean, I was stoned and this guy’s wife had my cock in her mouth. I was doing good. I liked it” “What happened next?” said Kim. “Well, she kept blowing me, then he joined in – didn’t touch me, we talked about that – and then we fucked her brains out. It was ridiculous. And you know what?” “No, what?” “She called me over the next day while her husband was at work and sucked my dick again, said ‘young cum is good for me’ and sent me on my way.” “Wow,” I said, “that’s fucked up.” “I think it’s cool,” said Kim. “Sounds exciting.” The whole story’s right there. I wish I’d seen it coming. TWO My name’s Bucky Goldstein, or it is in this story, because there’s no way I’m telling you my real name, not with what’s about to go down. But I’ve got to tell someone about it, because it’s fucked up, which is why I’m typing it out here, just to see how it happened, to check out any narrative kinks and get it straight in my head. I’m a systematic kind of person. I was born in a small town but I did good in high school. Über geek. Ended up going to a great college, finished early, then came out here to San Francisco for a fantastic job three years ago, for a big company you’ve definitely heard of, but back when it was much, much smaller, and they were still paying in stock as much as cash. I’m not famous, and I’m not rich compared to some of my peers – but my boss, less than 10 years older than me, and someone who knows my name – he’s in the top 100 richest in the US. He lives like a god, but I have about as much money as the good-looking dancer who can’t sing in the boyband a couple of years after they split, if he had a good accountant and lawyer. I don’t have a jet but I have a kickass home with a pool and cabana. I’ve got three cars, a Tesla, a BMW and a 1965 Cobra, in chrome. I have a statue of Yoda in my garden, right in a nice spot to get high in. Key point: I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, which is great, especially as I didn’t have the easiest time growing up. Let’s just say that all of grade school sucked, and college too, aside from classes. It wasn’t until I banked my first paycheck for more than $10k a month that I started to relax, smoke weed, and enjoy life. Of course, that was a few years ago. I make way more now and life’s even better. THREE OK, so I had no friends growing up, et cetera, and now I’m living the dream the real fantasy is, of course, to go back to school and show those dull fucks exactly how it turned out. Trouble is, ten-year reunion isn’t for another few years, and so I mostly show off my lifestyle online, with that all-chrome Cobra getting way too few likes, a real sign that my old peers still have shitty taste. That’s why I leapt at the chance when Cal posted that he was traveling up the West Coast, and that we should hit him up if we had any cool ideas or a place to stay. I got in touch and said he could stay with me – in my cabana, in fact, which is a real architectural structure, not just poles and sheets. Cal said yes fast, and would keep in touch on the exact dates, and so on, and in the meantime I plotted how to show him that I had won while he and the others had lost. It seemed like it would be very easy. You see, Caleb Novak was kind of dumb and easily impressed in high school. One of the guys who never gave a second thought to giving me a hard time, and who probably felt I was a little starstruck around him, what with him being on half the school teams and fucking all the best teens. Moreover, I wasn’t buying this soulful Beat-poet reinvention. I knew he’d see what I had and want it, and the lack of it would mean that every time he thought of me he’d feel a mix of envy, failure and shame, which were the emotions he and his friends had made live through back in the day. He was going to get the full experience, and know exactly awesome my life was, day in and day out, which meant, of course, that he’d be meeting Kim. Yeah, I need to get round to her, since she girl who gets fucked at both ends. FOUR Kim is 24. Long limbs, full breasts, round ass, doe eyes and lips. Full on ethnic-American beauty, a generation removed from the old country and determined to get rich in this one. To be honest, she’s the kind of girl you dream about if you’ve got a little money. So I’m with her because she’s hot and she’s with me because I’m rich. I know that, I’m not stupid, but we get along all the same, and while there’s always this balance of terror going on in re if I stop being rich and making her life awesome she’ll leave, and if she stops being attractive and letting me fuck her then I’ll kick her out, we do like each other, I think. At least, we have a lot of fun high and fuck all the time. Anyway, that’s what you need to know about me and Kim – her real name, by the way, as we’re not together anymore, so fuck it – just bound together by money and sex, and we had a lot of both, until Cal came between us. No. Wait, that’s not true. After he left we had even more. FIVE Cal was just staying one night. I was going to be at work when his bus got in, but I had a driver wait for him with a sign and a bottle of champagne in the back of the limo. When he arrived Kim was home, and so were the gardener and maid, so I guess he hung out there and got high, swam, whatever, by which I mean I have no fucking idea what he got up to, but suspect he was already putting the moves on my girlfriend, or she on him, as this would explain how quickly his nuts got in her mouth later. Cal and I hadn’t seen in each other in years, and when I saw him he had longish hair and a short beard and looked like a lumberjack. Now I’ll be the first to admit I don’t really know how the rest of the economy operates, but I felt sure that he was, in a very real sense, entirely unemployable outside of the most basic sectors. Then it hit me. Cal was the Millennial Malaise made plaid and beard. Behind his pose he was desperate for recognition and success in the crassest, most media-friendly ways possible. My task was going to be so much easier. SIX So I came back from work, parked the Cobra and went into the property. I looked in the living room and kitchen, but then I heard water splashing through the patio doors and went to the garden and down one of the paths. Through the trees I could see Kim in a bikini on a sun-lounger by the pool, and Cal’s head bobbing up and down in the water. I went out to say hi. “Hey,” said Cal, “nice fucking place, man. Can you get me a job?” I heard that all the time from people with shitty lives, who had no idea what I did and no capacity to do it. “I’ll see what I can do,” I said, “know any good algorithms?” “Algor-gasms?” I smiled. He was still an idiot. “Still, man. Kim told me she hardly sees you. You work too hard, man. You should take it easy, enjoy life, like me.” “I know,” I said, “but –” I gestured at the pool, hot tub, cabana, the vines and the fig trees. The whole damn property. “Yeah,” he said, “I get it. You’ve got it.” “Hey babe,” it was Kim. “Can you get us some more drinks, and a few more joints?” She looked amazing, which she should, as she did nothing all day except get high, work out, tan, shop, get dressed, and wait for me to come home and fuck her. I bet Cal had never been with a girl who looked like Kim, never mind one who worked her ass like her. She had a trick with her pussy that could make me cum without either of us moving an inch, like it was sucking me off. I worked out once she was worth a third more than her allowance just on what I’d spend on escorts alone if we weren’t together. She was excellent value for money. I went back to the main house and got changed into my trunks, put some beers and ice in a little cooler, and picked up a pack of pre-rolled joints and lighter. The best weed in town, the guy had said, but I found it hard to tell the difference, and I just wanted to get fucked up. When I got back Cal and Kim were sitting in the hot tub, smiling. Shit, my life was good. SEVEN I handed Cal and Kim two beers, then lit a joint, took a hit, and passed it on. I held the smoke inside until I was in the hot tub. When I exhaled the world softened, time became unmoored, and for a moment I wished I had a pen and paper to write something down. “This is good shit,” I said instead, “You’ll like it.” I haven’t always smoked weed. I never smoked in high school, or college. I didn’t get into it until I moved to San Francisco, but I was pretty good at it. I even wanted to go to Burning Man and see the ageing psychedelic revival, but Kim wanted to come too, and the idea of us both tripping and getting into orgy scene terrified me, so we never did that. Even so, the key point here is that I liked sex and drugs a lot, like many 20-somethings. They were kind of what I lived for. EIGHT We all got real high, real fast, and we asked Cal about his adventures on the road, and pretty soon he told us the story I opened with, the one about him meeting this couple and then going back and he and the husband fucking the wife into a gibbering wreck. He was very graphic, and I listened while Kim asked a lot of questions. “It was pretty wild,” he said. “I mean, I was looking for stories on the road, but sex with a middle-aged couple? It kind of threw my whole spiritual quest. Now I can’t stop thinking about fucking. I’ll probably just fuck my way to Vancouver without writing a line.” “Then you’ll get Asian fever,” Kim said, and I hoped she’d get horny and I’d fuck her later, that she’d come onto me before I came onto her. “How about it, babe?” She said to me. “What?” “You want to fuck the West Coast like that?” “Ah –,” I said, “no.” I was lying, of course. I had Kim, but I was busy as fuck, and now it seemed Cal had all this free time and sex. I mean, I liked Kim, a lot, she was as good as that porn star you like, but I wouldn’t mind fucking this Jenn with her husband, or doing some chick from Hong Kong in Vancouver and then maybe hitting some Inuit pussy. I wouldn’t mind a little variety, and I wouldn’t mind not going to work. We went to the kitchen and raided the fridge, and Cal was all impressed with the range of cold cuts and so on, and I opened a bottle of champagne. I was a generous host. My life was good. NINE We finished the food and wine and then went back and sat in the hot tub. We were talking about weed, and Cal said he’d got a great batch, something called triple-x fly. Said it would blow our minds. Kim and I agreed to try it. Cal got out, dried his hands on a towel, then went into the cabana. Kim turned to me and whispered. “Have you seen it?” “What, the weed?” “His cock.” she said, hands held apart. “I feel sorry for those girls he’s fucking.” She giggled. Cal came back with a lit joint. “That’s a big one,” said Kim, and I thought fuck no. “Yeah,” said Cal, squatting beside her. “It’ll put a smile on your face. But go slow – it’s real strong.” His hand was on her shoulder. “Let me try it,” I said, and he gave it to me and I took a big hit, then another, to calm my nerves and show off, and I saw stars and then nothing. I came to a few seconds later. I’d passed out and Cal had pulled me out of the hot tub, put me on the grass. I sat up, but I was ten kinds of fucked up, the pulse in my head humming like a UFO. “I’ll go inside a while,” I said, “maybe I’ll throw up. Don’t worry. I’ll be OK. It’s alright.” TEN I went inside and planned to make it to a bathroom, but instead I ended up on a couch, tripping out and waiting for the room to stop spinning. I closed my eyes and a problem from work came into view, and I grabbed a pen and paper and sketched out a few different approaches. This is what I liked to do. This is what I was good at. Eventually I looked outside and saw lights reflecting from the pool, and heard splashes and Kim’s voice going “shhhhh!”, and I remembered she was out there, with Cal. I must have been working a long time. Either that, or those two worked really fast. I decided to investigate. I kept quiet as I walked because I was curious and scared and high as fuck, sometimes lost on my own property. I stayed in the shadows and could see they were both back in the hot tub. Kim was sitting on Cal’s lap, and they were kissing. They were making out, and I didn’t know what to do, so I just kept quiet and kept watching, until they got out of the water. Kim went into the cabana first, taking off her bikini top and squeezing her tits as she walked there. Cal followed with a grin on his face, one hand holding his big cock through his shorts. I closed my eyes and saw flash images of sex that I wanted to jump in and join. I thought I was going to pass out again. I grabbed my cock to get a focus on things. ELEVEN I moved through the garden so I could see through the back window of the cabana. They never even closed the curtains. They were kissing, and Cal had his hands on my girlfriend’s tits and she was working on the front of his trunks. “We have to be quick,” Kim said, “so just cum in my mouth when you can.” She pulled out his cock. It was impressive, and she got on her knees while Cal sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. "You want to suck a big cock, huh?" Kim looked up at Cal and nodded as she began taking more of it in her mouth, holding his shaft with both her hands. She got his dick all wet like that, then took her lips off and began jerking him. "You like getting a blow job from your friend’s girl, Cal? It make you feel good to be bad?" “I do and it does. And what about you – you like being a slutty girlfriend?” She put his cock between her tits and jiggled. “What do you think?” “I think you’re nasty slut who wants to get fucked.” “Uh-uh. I just want you to cum.” With that Kim shut up, filled her mouth with Cal’s dick, and didn’t take it off until he was done shaking, groaning, and unloading, just the way she liked it. Kim’s head jerked slightly as the first shots of spunk hit the back of her throat, then she got his cock deeper for the rest. She gagged and spluttered as he kept cumming a long time. Kim eventually pulled back and swallowed and opened her mouth, and some of the jizz on her lips and chin fell down onto her tits. “Thanks,” she said, “I needed that.” “What about you – you want me to go down?” “No time,” she said, and went out and jumped in the pool. He went in after her, and they floated around and started talking about movies. I crept through the shadows back to the main house, then walked back more loudly along the path. “Hey!” I said, “I’m OK now. Just needed to lay down a little.” “Hi, babe,” Kim said, and she swam over, got out of the pool. She kissed me, and I felt like spittings. I grabbed a beer and downed half of it in one. This was turning into a fucking nightmare. The full story (7k+ words) is at the author's website (NSFW text)

More stories at the author's blog, and get the full story at Amazon (link). PROLOGUE My wife's parents were strict about dating while she was in school, and she missed out on a lot that other people in the US take for granted. But after Priya finished her master's she moved to San Francisco to work, and that's where I met her. She's smart, hard-working and beautiful, but I was the first man she'd ever been with. Her first boyfriend, in fact, and although she loves me I know she's always been hung up about my greater experience, more embarrassed than jealous. "I don't know what I'm doing," she said, and I had to admit, she was right. We both see ourselves as rational, intelligent people, and so perhaps it's not surprising that when I asked Priya to marry me she said yes, but on one condition: she wanted to sleep with another man before becoming my wife. How could I say no? "We go to Vegas," I said, "so it stays there." "OK," said Priya, "then we'll get a room, a nice one, and I'll find someone, then bring them back." "And?" "Well then, you know –" "What about me?" "You could take a walk. See a show. Play the slots. I don't know." "No. If this happens I need to be there." "What? Watching?" "Not only. I want to join in, too." "Really?" "Really." ONE We got a room in a good hotel and flew in early one weekend. We had a balcony overlooking the strip and another one over the pools, and a lot of things to make us feel happy and gamble, but we were in town for one thing and one thing only: to get Priya laid. We arrived, got the suite, had a drink and smoked some weed on the balcony. I thought it was a little early, just the afternoon, but Priya told me to relax. "It's Vegas, dear. Everyone wants to get lucky. I read up on this, don't worry." "OK, then, let's get ready to go." "Let's?" "Sure, I want to watch." "You want to see me pick up another man, not just, you know –" "Yes, just make sure he knows what to expect." "And what is that?" It was then I realized – I just wasn't sure. TWO The bathroom had a huge tub and a shower big enough for four. We got clean and got ready to go out. Priya wasn't wearing underwear, just heels and a tight, black dress with no seams and a low front that showed off the depth of her cleavage. She has a small waist and great tits that she keeps high and mighty with good diet, exercise, and yoga. When she finished putting on her make-up she gave me a view of what was on offer, every curve and bounce on tight display. I'd never seen happier, more excited, or more beautiful. I wondered how long she'd wanted to dress like this, and what else she'd been hiding. "Do I look like a prostitute?" "You look great," I said, shocked at the question. Priya pouted. "Come on, if you're not into this, just tell me." She lifted up the front of her dress and showed off her shaved pussy. "Now, do I look like a prostitute or a woman who needs a friend, because I'm going for the latter." "OK," I said, "the latter." "Good. I don't want to get thrown out. What do you think the guys down there will want to do with me?" "Fuck you," I said. "Good. I think I'm ready for a DP." "A what?" "A DP, dear, double penetration. I've been looking online. Looks like yoga will be useful." THREE The deal was we went down together, and I'd sit in a bar with a book while she used that as a base to pick out someone she wanted to fuck. I was to wait until she made some physical contact that met with a good response, and then I had to get back to the room before they did. Priya was going to explain it all to the strange cock in the bar, but I wanted to clear the area before he had a chance to spot me. I also didn't want an awkward ride up in the elevator with some guy who was about to fuck my girlfriend. Wait, my fiancée. Shit. And how was he going to fuck her? Maybe we should have discussed this in more detail FOUR We went down to the floor together. We chose a bar between two coffee stores and in front of rows of slots. Priya sat down, and I kept moving until I found a spot where I could keep an eye on her while drinking a beer and taking in the usual scenes of Vegas in the early afternoon, a bunch of winners and a lot more losers. The weed was hitting good, and I was alive to the fact that anything could happen, the idea that lit up the brains of everyone who walked by. Priya was right, as she usually was. Few straight men would refuse the offer she was making them – commitment free sex with highly kinky overtones. The old Vegas slut girlfriend / hot wife tale, and now it was happening to me. I watched Priya for some time before she caught someone's eye and waved to them. He was a big guy and went over, smiling, and sat down. They must have made a little small talk, and then my girlfriend touched his arm, and he grinned wide and covered her hand with his own, lifted it up and kissed it. It was time to go back to the room, but just as I was leaving I glanced back and saw another guy join them at the table. I turned away and kept walking to the elevator then went up to the room, wondering if this meant the deal was off, and if it was, how I felt about that. I sat in the room, got a beer from the minibar, and waited to see what would happen. It was an hour before my girlfriend came back. FIVE There was a knock at the door, and I could hear giggling and voices. It sounded like Priya was drunk and there was a crowd in the hallway. She seemed to struggle with the door, but then it opened and there she was with a smile on her face and four cocktail umbrellas in her hair. Behind her were two big guys, like wrestlers, smiling back at me with perfect teeth, both holding bottles of beer. Priya looked tiny next to them. "Hello, dear," she said. "I got a little carried away. I hope you weren't lonely." A guy walked in before I could answer, the first one she'd chosen. "Hey, man, I'm Matt. Nice to meet you. Glad to help with your fantasy here." I wanted to say that it was Priya's fantasy, not mine, but that didn't seem right either, when the other guy came in, grabbed my hand and started shaking it, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Logan. Your room's nice, man, Priya too. I like her tits." He laughed and I suddenly felt awkward, being introduced to two guys who were no doubt going to fuck my girlfriend in front of me. They must have thought I was an idiot. Then I realized why she'd chosen them. They looked just like the steroid pornstars she'd been watching to prepare for today. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I wondered how big their cocks were. "You see, dear," she said, leading the guys to a couch, "I was just sealing the deal with Matt here when Logan sat down. So I thought might as well make good use of the room, and this kind of thing is very popular now." "What is?" "DPs, TPs, mini-gangbangs, that kind of thing." My mouth must have dropped. "Don't look so shocked, dear. I know all the words. For example, I know that you'd be called a cuckold, and I'd be a hot wife, or maybe a slut wife – no, a cheating girlfriend. What do you think?" I thought she was full of surprises. SIX I took a seat in a chair opposite the couch that Logan and Matt were sitting on as Priya went to get some beers. None of us said a word until she returned. She came over with four beers, one for each of us, and gave me one then took a seat between Logan and Matt. Priya was so inexperienced that just the closeness of these guys made her look overwhelmed, and her breathing became faster and shallower, like she might faint. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply for a few cycles, then seemed to relax. "OK," she said, "let's do this." I watched as she placed a hand on the guys' thighs, smiling back at me as she moved up to their crotches, then staying there and massaging whatever they were packing. Priya's eyes told me they were huge. For the next few minutes she took turns kissing both guys as they groped her tits and ass through the dress. At one point Matt was behind her, kissing her neck and rubbing up against her ass, while Logan had his face buried in her cleavage, eventually lifting one tit out, then the other. Soon Priya was held up between the two men, their big hands pawing her, touching wherever they wanted, her tits hanging out over the top of her dress. She looked at me, and I didn't know what to do. She pushed the guys away and stretched, arching her back so her naked breasts were pushed out and jiggled. "Help me take off my dress," she said, and Matt grabbed the hem and lifted it up over her waist, and we could all see that she had a shaved pussy and no underwear, that her whole body was a perfect tan. The guy pulled the dress up over her tits and then over her head, then stopped and held it tight like that. My girlfriend was now naked, save for a pair of high heels and a bunched up dress over her face. She couldn't see anything, but Matt and Logan looked at her round, brown ass, thin waist, flat stomach, and gravity-defying bazongas. The secret was now out, Priya was made for fucking, and while her dress was stuck over her head they moved their hands all over her body, kissed her tits and even ran their fingers along her pussy and ass crack, slipping the tips inside when they could. Two men were now making love to my girlfriend, right in front of me, and I didn't know what would happen next. How much of this had Priya planned out with the guys, and how much was their own initiative? At what point should I join in, and when should I ask them to stop? SEVEN Priya moaned and struggled, until the guys lifted the last of the dress up over her head and set her free. She blinked at the light and got her bearings, and I marveled at the change that seemed to have come over her in the short time she'd been groped in the dark. Her eyes were wilder, and her teeth flashed more often, but most of all it looked like she needed to be held down and fucked a long time. She grabbed her own pussy with one hand and stuck some fingers inside, used her thumb to rub her clit. She stuck out her tongue, put her pussy-wet fingers in her mouth and then ran them over her nipples. "Come on boys," she said, drooling, "show me how to fuck." More stories at the author's blog, and get the full story at Amazon (link).

PROLOGUE My wife likes the taste of dick, or so it seems. How else to explain all the cocks she’s sucked since we got into the “swinging” lifestyle? I put that in quotes because at the time this adventure took place there was little partner swapping going on, and it’s fair to say that Jenn had seen more dicks than I’d seen pussy. Still, I was in no position to complain. I’d fucked Amy a few times, Jenn’s big-titted best friend, and she’d brought home a couple of other women who were happy to fool around in a threesome. I’d also gone out on my own and partied, but it seemed harder for a man to get a zipless fuck than a woman, especially when I tried to explain the situation. “I’m married, but we have an agreement,” just sounds like a line coming from a guy, but from a woman? Fuck yeah – party’s on. So the story I’m going to tell here had been building for a while, and I hope it’s as much fun to read as it was to live through. In short, and so you don’t waste your time, this is the tale of how I got pissed off at my wife for having more sex than me, and how a college freshman and a couple of women from her past and helped me get a sense of closure. But most of all it’s the story of how my wife came to be tied up, blindfolded and oiled, with three women taking turns to own her body, and how I was there and did what I wanted, and all without her knowing, or so I thought at the time. I also fuck a tight-bodied fully-legal Asian teen in the ass, and get with rich, degenerate bitch who set the whole scene up – so stay with it, it’s nasty. ONE “How’d I look?” Jenn looked great. It was her umpteenth date since we’d started this open relationship thing, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Prepping to go off and get her brains fucked out while I sat home and jerked off. She was in a tight blue dress that showed off all her curves. Since we’d entered the scene we’d both been eating better, working out more, and she had the kind of body I wanted to fuck all day and then flip over and fuck all night. “You think she’ll like it?” Jenn had met this girl who worked in coffee store downtown, a slim-waisted, big-titted, fully-legal Asian teen who was bi-curious and wanted an older woman to teach her how to eat pussy and fuck. I volunteered my dick for extra-curricular activities and looked forward to nailing this tight angel while high-fiving my wife as she sat on her face. We had a blessed marriage. TWO Jenn had to go and pick Suzy up and bring her home, and I was going to stay there, smoke weed and get some ideas. Jenn took the joint off me, took a hit. “You’ll play it cool?” Holding the smoke in to the end “Sure. I’ll sit and watch until she wants me to join in, you know how it goes.” “Yeah. It’s just – she’s young. I don’t want to scare her. I don’t know when we’ll get a chance like this again.” Jenn handed the joint back to me. “Back in 20 or 30,” she said, “try not to start without us.” The moment she was gone I sat down and started looked at some Asian schoolgirl porn, checking out the shaved pussies and tight assholes peeking out from under plaid skirts, imagining my dick squeezing in there. I was getting excited. THREE “Hi hon, this is Suzy.” I had a hopes, but she looked even better. Cute as a doll, with long black hair, smooth skin and big, high tits that stretched out her crop top and made it lift up to show her small waist. She was wearing tight jeans on a round ass I wanted to squeeze. She smelled like peaches. I was doing good with Jenn, Amy and the rest of the mid-life crises crew, but I hadn’t fucked a woman like this in years. “Hi,” I said, holding out a joint, “nice to meet you.” “Thanks,” she said, inhaling. “Your wife’s hot.” Jenn laughed. “You’re so polite – I love it. Do you really think you can break me?” “I don’t know. I guess.” This was a new development. “Tell him, Suzy. Show me you can do it.” The girl bit her lip and looked down. “Well – I have a professor. She’s a real bitch. She looks a lot like Jenn. I want to make her eat my pussy and rub it in her face when I’m cumming, I, I want to call her a stupid cunt and fuck her ass with a dildo.” “Good girl, Suzy,” Jenn said, stroking the girl’s back. “Just be honest with yourself. Now tell Steve what else you want.” “I want someone to train my ass.” Jenn was grinning as much as I was. FOUR Suzy had a backpack with her. She put it on the table and opened it. “I brought some things. Maybe we could try them?” She pulled out her toys. They were still in their packages and Jenn picked each one up, took a look, then passed it to me. There was a strap-on, a double-headed dildo, a vibrating ass toy, two buttplugs, a dildo shaped like a forearm with a fist, a pack of bondage ropes, a blindfold, a dog collar, a leash, some lube, a maid outfit and a schoolgirl outfit. The girl had a worried look on her face. “Is that OK?” Jenn put a hand on her thigh. “Oh honey, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She lent in and kissed her on the mouth. When they broke apart Suzy shot a look at me, then back at my wife. “I think you should tell him.” “Hon,” Jenn said, “can we have a word, in private?” I was still holding the lube when I followed her into the bedroom. FIVE If you’ve read some of our other adventures then maybe you’ll remember we have a one-way mirror set in the bedroom door, looking out into the living room, so we could keep an eye on Suzy as she got high and sorted out the stuff on the table.. Jenn gave me a kiss, squeezed my cock through my pants, and bounced on the spot. “Fuck – did you see what she brought? I’m so wet.” I had a vision of me fucking Suzy in the ass while she was eating Jenn out. I saw them French-kissing around my cock and swapping spit and sperm. I almost came in pants, ready to hear my role in the set-up. “What is it she wants you to tell me?” “Well, she said she’s not OK with all this.” “What – she doesn’t want to fuck?” “No, she wants to fuck. As soon as possible. We made out a little in the elevator. Her tits are a-mazing. It’s almost like they’re still growing” “Then what’s the problem?” Jenn shrugged, gave a sad smile. “You, hon. I’m sorry.” “What the fuck?” “Look. She’s got a boyfriend. He’s cool with her playing around with me, but he said no to a guy, and she thinks she ought to respect that. Kind of sweet, don’t you think?” “So I have to leave while you two stay here and fuck?” “I think you can watch – just no touching.” “Not even you?” “Come on, hon. You can fuck me anytime, and I don’t think it’s be fair. Let’s say me and Suzy are going at it, cunt to cunt, and you’re fucking me and slip out – what’s to say you won’t slide back into her and ruin the whole scene? Or if you’re fucking me and she’s sucking my clit, and your big balls keep smacking up against her face? Or you’re cumming on me and –” “It’s OK, I get it.” Suzy was opening the plastic packages. We watched as she sniffed that a dildo then took the schoolgirl outfit, stood up, and held it up against her body. “Look, I’m sure you can sit there and jack off. Just keep a safe distance. I really want to get hold of those tits, and can you imagine me as the bitch teacher she hate fucks, and then I turn the tables and sit on her face while going at her with those toys? “We talked about it on the way over, she’s knows what she wants, and it’s wild. But come on, she might be lonely, and I need to fuck.” SIX We went back into the living room, all smiles, and I sat in an armchair, thinking I could be cool with this. After all, I’d sat in the same place before and watched Jenn get her ass waxed by young studs and gorillas she picked up in bars or online, only to jerk off or join in for the cumshot, so why not sit back and enjoy the scene about to play out in front of me now? And I knew Jenn – if she felt guilty I’d get a thank-you blow job later. “Want to try a little role-play?” she said, sitting next to Suzy on the couch. “How?” “Well, what do you want to say to that professor?” “I want to call her a bitch, and pull her hair, and spit in her face, and push my fingers down her throat.” “Well, why don’t you start by calling me a bitch?” “Really?” “Sure, just go with it. Have fun – let it out.” “Well, I think you’re a bitch, and – you never look at me right, you never seem happy with my answers, and you don’t appreciate my work, and I can’t stand it, and I want to sit on your face and fuck you in your ass, you dumb cunt!” “That’s nice,” said Jenn, putting a hand on Suzy’s face, then gently squeezing cheeks together, so her lips pouted out, ridiculous and hot. “But what are you going to do about it? I bet you don’t even suck cock. I bet your dad cheats on your mom.” Suzy knocked Jenn’s hand away and grabbed some of her hair, pulled it back a little, just enough to hurt. They were testing each other’s limits, and I didn’t know if they would fight or fuck. I got hard. “You’re getting too old for this,” Suzy said, moving a hand over my wife’s ass. “I don’t think you know how to fuck anymore.” “Oh, honey,” Jenn said, with snarl, “you just wait. I’ll broaden your horizons.” Then Jenn broke character and smiled. “Is this OK?” “Yeah,” Suzy said, letting go of my wife’s hair and nodding. “I like it a lot, but maybe –” “Maybe what?” “Maybe we can go a little harder, is that OK?” “Sure, you got a safe word?” “A what?” “A safe word. Something to say if you want to stop, so we can keep playing through ‘no’.” “Wow. Good idea. OK….how about ‘rosebud’?” “Rosebud it is, for me and for you.” SEVEN Suzy and Jenn started kissing, their hands moving over each other. I held a cushion and imagined Suzy’s tits. Suddenly she got hold of Jenn’s hair again and pulled her head back, harder than before, so she gave a little gasp and then moaned. “You want to see my tits, you old bitch? I know your husband wants to fuck me.” She turned to me and smiled. “Isn’t that true?” “Yeah,” I said, “I guess.” “I guess? Wrong answer, mister, so now I’m going fuck your wife, if that’s OK with her.” “Yeah,” said Jenn, smiling, getting into it, “that’s very OK with me.” Suzy moaned and put a few fingers up against my wife’s mouth. She opened her lips and took them inside. “Your husband seems nice, but I bet you haven’t been fucked by a girl like me in a long time.” Unlike when Jenn slept with other guys, I wanted Suzy to be better than me. I wanted to see her totally dominate my wife, work her up and then make her cum hard in release. The girl was now working her fingers deeper into Jenn’s mouth, and she tried to speak, but it came out a garbled moan. The girl kept her fingers moving around, working up some drool, while Jenn was playing with the girl’s tits through her top. I rubbed my cock through my pants and lit a fresh joint. It felt good, and I was getting into it. Suzy pulled her fingers out my wife’s mouth and slid them down her jeans, masturbating while Jenn stood up and started undressing. I was imagining how impressed she might be at my twenty years’ experience of fucking when Suzy started pulling off her top and unclipping her bra. As her head disappeared along with the bra I got my first look at her tits – high and firm, without any slackness or sag, and those brown puffy nipples that stand out and beg for attention. Fuck. I had books older than this girl, but I felt the years drop away and watched Jenn lean in and started to kiss, lick and suck those tits, even getting in a little motorboat action. What a woman. What a wife. Suzy stood up and started unbuttoning her jeans, and I saw that Jenn was already down to her underwear – a push-up bra, stockings and no panties. “Still hot for teacher?” she said, and Suzy looked up and smiled. “Yeah, but I don’t know if I can bully you. You’re nice.” “That’s OK,” Jenn said, taking the joint off me, hitting it, and passing it to Suzy. “We can take it slow. Get to know each other. I can make you me want to hate fuck me, and we’ve always got ‘rosebud’.” Suzy smiled. “OK, I trust you.” “That’s a girl,” said Jenn, “now you just relax and I’ll go down on you.” Suzy slid down her panties and stepped out of them. Her ass was small and perfect, and her pussy looked as tight as a whistle. Jenn reached out and touched it, ran her fingers over the lips and sighed. “How many times have you had sex? Like more or less than ten?” “Seventeen,” blushing. “But you’re my first woman, I promise.” “It’s OK,” said Jenn, “you’re my first hot Asian teen.” I had a vision of Jenn licking Suzy’s no doubt perfect asshole, easing it open for my dick. I closed my eyes and saw them going ass-to-mouth. I opened my eyes and there was Jenn kissing Suzy’s thighs, gently pulling her down on to the couch, until she ended up kneeling on the floor, her tongue lapping at the girl’s clit. It was too good just to watch. EIGHT I took out my cock and started jerking off, opening the tube of lube that Suzy had brought. I imagined my dick going into her tight pussy and then out into my wife’s mouth, over and over and again, the two of them play-fighting over my cock as it got ready to shoot a full sack-load on their faces. I was just lubing up my dick and thinking about when Suzy would ask me to join in when she looked over, saw me jerking off and pushed Jenn away from her snatch. “Uh-uh. Just me and your wife, mister, that’s all I’m here for.” “Come on,” said Jenn, “let him jack off. He’s done this before.” “Sorry. It’s him or me, but one of us is leaving.” She looked around for her panties, picked them up. “I promised my boyfriend I wouldn’t do this.” Fuck. “It’s OK,” I said, “I’ll just sit in the bedroom.” I went in, closed the door, sat on the bed, and watched as they started making out again. Suzy didn’t know about the mirror. NINE I could see Jenn on her knees, her face between Suzy’s legs, ass in the air, wiggling at me, tempting me to go in and fuck around. Suzy was looking down in wonder at her pussy getting eaten by this hot older woman she didn’t know at all. “That’s it, get your tongue in there, or I’ll get your husband to fall in love with me.” She gripped Jenn’s head with both hands and was grinding her cunt against her face, and her moans started to get faster and louder, and it looked like she was going to cum soon, and then she lost it, went quiet, started looking bored, and finally tapped out. Jenn put up her head. “I’m sorry,” said Suzy, “I don’t think I can cum, not with him in there.” “It’s OK,” Jenn said, “I’ll deal with it.” I put my cock away and reached for my pants. I knew what was coming, and felt like an idiot. Was this what they had planned all along? TEN “Look, I really want to fuck this girl, and she seems pretty set on you not being here, so – what do you say, take one for the team?” Jenn was loving this. I wanted to stick that fist-headed dildo up her ass and wipe the smile off her face, but I knew she’d enjoy that as much me, if not more. For all Jenn’s confidence and control she liked being dominated sometimes, and I guess that’s why she was so hot for this girl. “Come on, hon,” Jenn said, “let me play with her this afternoon. Tonight is yours, we’ll do anything you like. You can even help me work on my deep throat.” It was true. She could use some practice with the last angry inch, her head hanging off the edge of the bed, my face buried in her snatch. “OK,” I said. ”You have fun. I’ll go out and look around.” “Great,” she said, “I’ll let you know when you can come back. But you have fun, too. Maybe you can find someone of your own to play with.” Fuck you, I thought, and went out with a grab bag of edibles. ELEVEN I thought they’d need a couple of hours, so I got really high and walked around town, checking out things I’d only cycled passed before. I was going to be with Jenn that night. Who cared who she was with all afternoon? After three hours I decided to call and see if I could go home. It was one of those bad ideas that turned out really great. I called Jenn, but someone else answered – an unfamiliar woman. “Who are you?” “Celine. Celine Bondurant. One of Jenn’s old friends, me and Amy.” “Is Jenn there?” “Yeah, but she’s just tied up at the minute, and gagged. Can’t really use the phone” “Gagged?” “Yeah. Kept yelling ‘rose bowl’ or ‘rose ball’ or something when we had this fist thing in her. Suzy thought it was really funny.” “She’s still there?” “Sure, her, me, Amy, we’re all here taking care of Jenn. Don’t worry. She’s doing fine. We’re keeping her hydrated. It’s your carpet that may have some problems.” “Can I come back?” “You can come back? That’s great. We need vodka, tonic, lemons, and ice, plus a lighter and some lube. And if you see any hand towels, get ‘em.” I went to a couple of stores on the way home, then went up to the apartment. I found sex, drugs, and chaos. That's the end of the sample – the full story is available at Amazon. Author's blog here.PROLOGUE My wife likes the taste of dick, or so it seems. How else to explain all the cocks she’s sucked since we got into the “swinging” lifestyle? I put that in quotes because at the time this adventure took place there was little partner swapping going on, and it’s fair to say that Jenn had seen more dicks than I’d seen pussy. Still, I was in no position to complain. I’d fucked Amy a few times, Jenn’s big-titted best friend, and she’d brought home a couple of other women who were happy to fool around in a threesome. I’d also gone out on my own and partied, but it seemed harder for a man to get a zipless fuck than a woman, especially when I tried to explain the situation. “I’m married, but we have an agreement,” just sounds like a line coming from a guy, but from a woman? Fuck yeah – party’s on. So the story I’m going to tell here had been building for a while, and I hope it’s as much fun to read as it was to live through. In short, and so you don’t waste your time, this is the tale of how I got pissed off at my wife for having more sex than me, and how a college freshman and a couple of women from her past and helped me get a sense of closure. But most of all it’s the story of how my wife came to be tied up, blindfolded and oiled, with three women taking turns to own her body, and how I was there and did what I wanted, and all without her knowing, or so I thought at the time. I also fuck a tight-bodied fully-legal Asian teen in the ass, and get with rich, degenerate bitch who set the whole scene up – so stay with it, it’s nasty. ONE “How’d I look?” Jenn looked great. It was her umpteenth date since we’d started this open relationship thing, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Prepping to go off and get her brains fucked out while I sat home and jerked off. She was in a tight blue dress that showed off all her curves. Since we’d entered the scene we’d both been eating better, working out more, and she had the kind of body I wanted to fuck all day and then flip over and fuck all night. “You think she’ll like it?” Jenn had met this girl who worked in coffee store downtown, a slim-waisted, big-titted, fully-legal Asian teen who was bi-curious and wanted an older woman to teach her how to eat pussy and fuck. I volunteered my dick for extra-curricular activities and looked forward to nailing this tight angel while high-fiving my wife as she sat on her face. We had a blessed marriage. TWO Jenn had to go and pick Suzy up and bring her home, and I was going to stay there, smoke weed and get some ideas. Jenn took the joint off me, took a hit. “You’ll play it cool?” Holding the smoke in to the end “Sure. I’ll sit and watch until she wants me to join in, you know how it goes.” “Yeah. It’s just – she’s young. I don’t want to scare her. I don’t know when we’ll get a chance like this again.” Jenn handed the joint back to me. “Back in 20 or 30,” she said, “try not to start without us.” The moment she was gone I sat down and started looked at some Asian schoolgirl porn, checking out the shaved pussies and tight assholes peeking out from under plaid skirts, imagining my dick squeezing in there. I was getting excited. THREE “Hi hon, this is Suzy.” I had a hopes, but she looked even better. Cute as a doll, with long black hair, smooth skin and big, high tits that stretched out her crop top and made it lift up to show her small waist. She was wearing tight jeans on a round ass I wanted to squeeze. She smelled like peaches. I was doing good with Jenn, Amy and the rest of the mid-life crises crew, but I hadn’t fucked a woman like this in years. “Hi,” I said, holding out a joint, “nice to meet you.” “Thanks,” she said, inhaling. “Your wife’s hot.” Jenn laughed. “You’re so polite – I love it. Do you really think you can break me?” “I don’t know. I guess.” This was a new development. “Tell him, Suzy. Show me you can do it.” The girl bit her lip and looked down. “Well – I have a professor. She’s a real bitch. She looks a lot like Jenn. I want to make her eat my pussy and rub it in her face when I’m cumming, I, I want to call her a stupid cunt and fuck her ass with a dildo.” “Good girl, Suzy,” Jenn said, stroking the girl’s back. “Just be honest with yourself. Now tell Steve what else you want.” “I want someone to train my ass.” Jenn was grinning as much as I was. FOUR Suzy had a backpack with her. She put it on the table and opened it. “I brought some things. Maybe we could try them?” She pulled out her toys. They were still in their packages and Jenn picked each one up, took a look, then passed it to me. There was a strap-on, a double-headed dildo, a vibrating ass toy, two buttplugs, a dildo shaped like a forearm with a fist, a pack of bondage ropes, a blindfold, a dog collar, a leash, some lube, a maid outfit and a schoolgirl outfit. The girl had a worried look on her face. “Is that OK?” Jenn put a hand on her thigh. “Oh honey, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She lent in and kissed her on the mouth. When they broke apart Suzy shot a look at me, then back at my wife. “I think you should tell him.” “Hon,” Jenn said, “can we have a word, in private?” I was still holding the lube when I followed her into the bedroom. FIVE If you’ve read some of our other adventures then maybe you’ll remember we have a one-way mirror set in the bedroom door, looking out into the living room, so we could keep an eye on Suzy as she got high and sorted out the stuff on the table.. Jenn gave me a kiss, squeezed my cock through my pants, and bounced on the spot. “Fuck – did you see what she brought? I’m so wet.” I had a vision of me fucking Suzy in the ass while she was eating Jenn out. I saw them French-kissing around my cock and swapping spit and sperm. I almost came in pants, ready to hear my role in the set-up. “What is it she wants you to tell me?” “Well, she said she’s not OK with all this.” “What – she doesn’t want to fuck?” “No, she wants to fuck. As soon as possible. We made out a little in the elevator. Her tits are a-mazing. It’s almost like they’re still growing” “Then what’s the problem?” Jenn shrugged, gave a sad smile. “You, hon. I’m sorry.” “What the fuck?” “Look. She’s got a boyfriend. He’s cool with her playing around with me, but he said no to a guy, and she thinks she ought to respect that. Kind of sweet, don’t you think?” “So I have to leave while you two stay here and fuck?” “I think you can watch – just no touching.” “Not even you?” “Come on, hon. You can fuck me anytime, and I don’t think it’s be fair. Let’s say me and Suzy are going at it, cunt to cunt, and you’re fucking me and slip out – what’s to say you won’t slide back into her and ruin the whole scene? Or if you’re fucking me and she’s sucking my clit, and your big balls keep smacking up against her face? Or you’re cumming on me and –” “It’s OK, I get it.” Suzy was opening the plastic packages. We watched as she sniffed that a dildo then took the schoolgirl outfit, stood up, and held it up against her body. “Look, I’m sure you can sit there and jack off. Just keep a safe distance. I really want to get hold of those tits, and can you imagine me as the bitch teacher she hate fucks, and then I turn the tables and sit on her face while going at her with those toys? “We talked about it on the way over, she’s knows what she wants, and it’s wild. But come on, she might be lonely, and I need to fuck.” SIX We went back into the living room, all smiles, and I sat in an armchair, thinking I could be cool with this. After all, I’d sat in the same place before and watched Jenn get her ass waxed by young studs and gorillas she picked up in bars or online, only to jerk off or join in for the cumshot, so why not sit back and enjoy the scene about to play out in front of me now? And I knew Jenn – if she felt guilty I’d get a thank-you blow job later. “Want to try a little role-play?” she said, sitting next to Suzy on the couch. “How?” “Well, what do you want to say to that professor?” “I want to call her a bitch, and pull her hair, and spit in her face, and push my fingers down her throat.” “Well, why don’t you start by calling me a bitch?” “Really?” “Sure, just go with it. Have fun – let it out.” “Well, I think you’re a bitch, and – you never look at me right, you never seem happy with my answers, and you don’t appreciate my work, and I can’t stand it, and I want to sit on your face and fuck you in your ass, you dumb cunt!” “That’s nice,” said Jenn, putting a hand on Suzy’s face, then gently squeezing cheeks together, so her lips pouted out, ridiculous and hot. “But what are you going to do about it? I bet you don’t even suck cock. I bet your dad cheats on your mom.” Suzy knocked Jenn’s hand away and grabbed some of her hair, pulled it back a little, just enough to hurt. They were testing each other’s limits, and I didn’t know if they would fight or fuck. I got hard. “You’re getting too old for this,” Suzy said, moving a hand over my wife’s ass. “I don’t think you know how to fuck anymore.” “Oh, honey,” Jenn said, with snarl, “you just wait. I’ll broaden your horizons.” Then Jenn broke character and smiled. “Is this OK?” “Yeah,” Suzy said, letting go of my wife’s hair and nodding. “I like it a lot, but maybe –” “Maybe what?” “Maybe we can go a little harder, is that OK?” “Sure, you got a safe word?” “A what?” “A safe word. Something to say if you want to stop, so we can keep playing through ‘no’.” “Wow. Good idea. OK….how about ‘rosebud’?” “Rosebud it is, for me and for you.” SEVEN Suzy and Jenn started kissing, their hands moving over each other. I held a cushion and imagined Suzy’s tits. Suddenly she got hold of Jenn’s hair again and pulled her head back, harder than before, so she gave a little gasp and then moaned. “You want to see my tits, you old bitch? I know your husband wants to fuck me.” She turned to me and smiled. “Isn’t that true?” “Yeah,” I said, “I guess.” “I guess? Wrong answer, mister, so now I’m going fuck your wife, if that’s OK with her.” “Yeah,” said Jenn, smiling, getting into it, “that’s very OK with me.” Suzy moaned and put a few fingers up against my wife’s mouth. She opened her lips and took them inside. “Your husband seems nice, but I bet you haven’t been fucked by a girl like me in a long time.” Unlike when Jenn slept with other guys, I wanted Suzy to be better than me. I wanted to see her totally dominate my wife, work her up and then make her cum hard in release. The girl was now working her fingers deeper into Jenn’s mouth, and she tried to speak, but it came out a garbled moan. The girl kept her fingers moving around, working up some drool, while Jenn was playing with the girl’s tits through her top. I rubbed my cock through my pants and lit a fresh joint. It felt good, and I was getting into it. Suzy pulled her fingers out my wife’s mouth and slid them down her jeans, masturbating while Jenn stood up and started undressing. I was imagining how impressed she might be at my twenty years’ experience of fucking when Suzy started pulling off her top and unclipping her bra. As her head disappeared along with the bra I got my first look at her tits – high and firm, without any slackness or sag, and those brown puffy nipples that stand out and beg for attention. Fuck. I had books older than this girl, but I felt the years drop away and watched Jenn lean in and started to kiss, lick and suck those tits, even getting in a little motorboat action. What a woman. What a wife. Suzy stood up and started unbuttoning her jeans, and I saw that Jenn was already down to her underwear – a push-up bra, stockings and no panties. “Still hot for teacher?” she said, and Suzy looked up and smiled. “Yeah, but I don’t know if I can bully you. You’re nice.” “That’s OK,” Jenn said, taking the joint off me, hitting it, and passing it to Suzy. “We can take it slow. Get to know each other. I can make you me want to hate fuck me, and we’ve always got ‘rosebud’.” Suzy smiled. “OK, I trust you.” “That’s a girl,” said Jenn, “now you just relax and I’ll go down on you.” Suzy slid down her panties and stepped out of them. Her ass was small and perfect, and her pussy looked as tight as a whistle. Jenn reached out and touched it, ran her fingers over the lips and sighed. “How many times have you had sex? Like more or less than ten?” “Seventeen,” blushing. “But you’re my first woman, I promise.” “It’s OK,” said Jenn, “you’re my first hot Asian teen.” I had a vision of Jenn licking Suzy’s no doubt perfect asshole, easing it open for my dick. I closed my eyes and saw them going ass-to-mouth. I opened my eyes and there was Jenn kissing Suzy’s thighs, gently pulling her down on to the couch, until she ended up kneeling on the floor, her tongue lapping at the girl’s clit. It was too good just to watch. EIGHT I took out my cock and started jerking off, opening the tube of lube that Suzy had brought. I imagined my dick going into her tight pussy and then out into my wife’s mouth, over and over and again, the two of them play-fighting over my cock as it got ready to shoot a full sack-load on their faces. I was just lubing up my dick and thinking about when Suzy would ask me to join in when she looked over, saw me jerking off and pushed Jenn away from her snatch. “Uh-uh. Just me and your wife, mister, that’s all I’m here for.” “Come on,” said Jenn, “let him jack off. He’s done this before.” “Sorry. It’s him or me, but one of us is leaving.” She looked around for her panties, picked them up. “I promised my boyfriend I wouldn’t do this.” Fuck. “It’s OK,” I said, “I’ll just sit in the bedroom.” I went in, closed the door, sat on the bed, and watched as they started making out again. Suzy didn’t know about the mirror. NINE I could see Jenn on her knees, her face between Suzy’s legs, ass in the air, wiggling at me, tempting me to go in and fuck around. Suzy was looking down in wonder at her pussy getting eaten by this hot older woman she didn’t know at all. “That’s it, get your tongue in there, or I’ll get your husband to fall in love with me.” She gripped Jenn’s head with both hands and was grinding her cunt against her face, and her moans started to get faster and louder, and it looked like she was going to cum soon, and then she lost it, went quiet, started looking bored, and finally tapped out. Jenn put up her head. “I’m sorry,” said Suzy, “I don’t think I can cum, not with him in there.” “It’s OK,” Jenn said, “I’ll deal with it.” I put my cock away and reached for my pants. I knew what was coming, and felt like an idiot. Was this what they had planned all along? TEN “Look, I really want to fuck this girl, and she seems pretty set on you not being here, so – what do you say, take one for the team?” Jenn was loving this. I wanted to stick that fist-headed dildo up her ass and wipe the smile off her face, but I knew she’d enjoy that as much me, if not more. For all Jenn’s confidence and control she liked being dominated sometimes, and I guess that’s why she was so hot for this girl. “Come on, hon,” Jenn said, “let me play with her this afternoon. Tonight is yours, we’ll do anything you like. You can even help me work on my deep throat.” It was true. She could use some practice with the last angry inch, her head hanging off the edge of the bed, my face buried in her snatch. “OK,” I said. ”You have fun. I’ll go out and look around.” “Great,” she said, “I’ll let you know when you can come back. But you have fun, too. Maybe you can find someone of your own to play with.” Fuck you, I thought, and went out with a grab bag of edibles. ELEVEN I thought they’d need a couple of hours, so I got really high and walked around town, checking out things I’d only cycled passed before. I was going to be with Jenn that night. Who cared who she was with all afternoon? After three hours I decided to call and see if I could go home. It was one of those bad ideas that turned out really great. I called Jenn, but someone else answered – an unfamiliar woman. “Who are you?” “Celine. Celine Bondurant. One of Jenn’s old friends, me and Amy.” “Is Jenn there?” “Yeah, but she’s just tied up at the minute, and gagged. Can’t really use the phone” “Gagged?” “Yeah. Kept yelling ‘rose bowl’ or ‘rose ball’ or something when we had this fist thing in her. Suzy thought it was really funny.” “She’s still there?” “Sure, her, me, Amy, we’re all here taking care of Jenn. Don’t worry. She’s doing fine. We’re keeping her hydrated. It’s your carpet that may have some problems.” “Can I come back?” “You can come back? That’s great. We need vodka, tonic, lemons, and ice, plus a lighter and some lube. And if you see any hand towels, get ‘em.” I went to a couple of stores on the way home, then went up to the apartment. I found sex, drugs, and chaos. That's the end of the sample – the full story is available at Amazon, and there are more stories at the author's blog.

Happy Belated Anniversary John! There’s a surprise planned for you today. Not a party, don’t worry, an adventure. Go to your office and look for the envelope in the liquor cabinet. Have fun! ONE Dear Loser, Congratulations on finding the liquor cabinet. I usually prefer to drink from one of the decanters when I’m here, but this time, the last time, my plan is to liberate whatever fine bottle was sitting where you found this letter. So sit down, pour yourself a drink. The good stuff. You’ll need it. First up, I know you, and you know me, but I’m not going to tell you who I am. What I will do, and at great pleasure and length, just like when I did the deed, is tell you that I’ve been fucking your trophy wife, Yolanda. She’s taken my seed and dribbled it out from cunt and ass and mouth, but now we’re through and I thought I’d let you know the truth about that great family life you think you’ve got there. You see, by any reckoning you’ve been a friend for a significant amount of time, and I see it as my duty to let you let you know what the situation is, just in case you want to put a stop to things before they get out of hand. Only joking. I’m doing this to cause you pain. TWO Now I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of laying out my backstory, or specific grievances, blah, blah, blah, which would only leave a trail of clues. Suffice to say, you’re a rich, successful man. You own a lot of businesses, you do a lot of traveling. You know a lot of people and you’ve stepped on a lot of toes. There are plenty of men you’ve pissed off who might want to cuckold you just for the lulz. The fact that Yolanda is such a knockout, and bored and frustrated to boot. Well, no wonder I’m not the only guy who’s been nailing her. But you’re John Bondurant, your family own half of Newton and maybe I’m not so smart, maybe you’ll get my name pretty easily. In which case, come at me bro’. I may not have your money or power, but I have sets of photos and videos, private messages, texts, laying out the whole thing, from soup to nuts. Coming after me would not help your new career. So pour yourself some of that fine scotch and think about whether you want to burn this message before reading it all. But if you insist: go to the center of the room, get down and look under the middle of that big ass bearskin rug. You’ll find the next part of this letter. THREE You found it, great. That’s the game we’re playing here – hide and seek. Like I said, I don’t want to give too much away, I’m in hiding too, because the fact is you do know me, and pretty well. I’m someone you see at least once a month, and we’re on a first name basis, which seems fair, since I’ve dropped enough loads on your wife’s face to get her mistaken for a half-cooked omelet. Of course, you’re probably thinking this will turn out to be a simple case of blackmail, and I did think about that when I started fucking Yolanda, but then I just did it for the keepsakes, the pictures and videos we made, so that I could look back on this whole episode with some clarity. I mean, one day I’m going to think “no, there’s no way I fucked Big John’s wife and…” Yeah, we’ll get to that later. So relax, sit down, have another drink, take your cock out and whack off for all I care, you freaky fuck, because what I’m going to tell you here is all true, and the only reason I’m done with your wife is she dumped me in favor of another guy, who, and I quote, “has a schlong like a lumberjack’s forearm.” She has a way with words, doesn’t she? Of course, she has an even better way with dick. FOUR Thing is, you probably think you can just ask your wife and get a straight answer. Like: “Guy wrote a letter says he fucked you – is it true?” But behind her eyes she’d be all like: “Which one?” Because there have been quite a lot of them since you two got married three years ago last week. Yeah, I know the date. You were out of town for the anniversary, but Yolanda still wanted to celebrate, so me and her, plus a third party, as yet unnamed – came to your office here and had a good time. At the start we made out on this rug, and it felt good. Another solid purchase – just like your wife. OK – next up, go the bookcase and look in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. FIVE Isn’t this fun? Nice office you got here, by the way. Good place to run your empire from. Of course, being a rather close associate of a close associate of yours I know exactly what your business is, and how well you keep it hidden from the straight world. I know all about your little sister, too, keeping a hotel suite for her shenanibangs. Shit, everyone knows about Celine, except maybe her husband. But that’s what they say, right? The spouse is always the last to know, and since you’re just finding out now that I was banging Yolanda for months, shit – I guess everyone knows you’re a cuck. Good job, John, nice public image, and I hope you’re enjoying the campaign. Great slogan, by the way: John Bondurant – a Family Man for a Family Town. Outstanding. SIX To the best of my knowledge, at least seven guys and two women you meet in your common daily business, personal and professional, have fucked your wife, and I guess the true figure’s at least a dozen or two. It’s OK, though, it’s just sex. I mean, how many whores have you knocked off in the last few years? Yolanda gets around, it’s true, but so do you, and she knows about it, dummy. So I’d say there’s a finally laid balance of terror going on here, with you looking, as ever, like a goddam loser, because you have to pay to get laid, whereas your wife just has to open her legs and whistle. SEVEN It’d be nice to say it was a whirlwind romance, but it wasn’t. I knew Yolanda a few years before we hooked up, through you, of course. Shit, I was at your wedding – which should narrow it down to, what, one, two hundred guys? About the same as the number of cocks she sucked since high school. In fact, that’s when this whole cuckold thing started, when she found out you fucked a whore at your bachelor party. That’s why she blew a couple of guys at the wedding, one before the service, one after. That’s why she was late, getting the jizz off her face and putting the make-up back on. Oh, and your sister helped. I know, I saw the pictures. She thinks they’re funny as fuck, and if you knew you the two guys she was with – Well, it’s not my place to say, but I’m sure it would break your whore-fucking heart. Screw it, isn’t that what I’m trying to do here? OK – next part is behind one of those photos on the shelf. EIGHT The first cock she sucked on your wedding day was attached to one of the guys at your bachelor party, who told her about the whore and got rewarded with a blowie, and the second was your son, although I don’t remember which one – Kyle or Trent? Look at the wedding photos you’ve got on the shelf there. Does anyone look like they have a secret? Anyway, whoever thought that honeymoon was a good idea certainly had no idea about your interests. She said she knows for a fact that you fucked a whore every day you were there. No wonder she went to a hooker bar one afternoon, while you were out ‘exploring’, and went back to another hotel with a couple of marines and two go-go dancers. How do you think she learned how to deep-throat like that? Or maybe she never showed you that trick. She told me doesn’t even suck your cock, likes the idea of saying ‘no’ when you need it most. Funny thing is, sucking dick’s about her favorite thing to do, that, and spending your money on other guys. Later I’ll tell you about the watch she gave me as a gift, and which she hid in her snatch as a surprise. That reminds me – happy belated anniversary! Now where were we? NINE Oh yeah, how I’m not the only one whose been tapping your wife’s ass. Shit, me and another guy took turns when you were away one weekend. Yolanda and I got high together at my place, and then she wanted a DP, and that’s how we got the other guy involved, just someone she saw online and invited over – the kind of stoner kid who maybe caddies for you in the summer, but with a cock like ship’s rope and balls like coconuts I never knew a woman could fuck like that and still walk the next day, but then your wife’s had a lot of practice. Still, look at it from her perspective – how do you expect a woman like that to feel passion for a man twice her age who’s got a body like a sack of potatoes rolled in pig fat and nose hair? I can’t see why a woman would like you, unless her $ depended on it. Other than your ######, of course, daddy’s little girl. How’s it been going with Tiffany since you dumped her mom as soon as the kids finished high school? That affect your relationship much? Now I’ll get back to her, but all in good time, because this needs to a little context, otherwise it’s all too implausible, a drug-fueled sex dream, and not the sad, sordid reality of your life. OK – next part’s tucked behind the wall clock. That’s the end of the sample – the full story is available at Amazon. More stories, and this one without the ###### at the author's website pbrider.wordpress.com

ONE Newton is a college town, not a tourist trap, but because one of the proto-Beats lived here for a while it gets a steady stream of folk who come to pay homage to the shack this guy lived in before the royalties hit and he moved to San Francisco. They stay at a hostel, go to the little shrine that’s been set up, eat a burrito, then get out of town. But I like all that shit too, and there’s some cafés and secondhand bookstores set up around that scene, so I often run into these self-styled travelers and like them. They’re open minded, adventurous, and tend to run young, late teens and 20s to my 30-something, and that’s all cool, especially as me and my wife, Jenn, have an open relationship and are always on the lookout for people we can party with. We both have our fuck buddies, and that list is slowly growing, but if Jenn wants a new dick or two each month, and I want strange pussy, then its best to aim for folk who are just passing through. Way easier than screwing with the local crew, who tend to stick around and gossip, or get jealous. So when spring break and summer hit the town it’s what Jenn calls “a target rich environment”, meaning lots of tourists we can fuck, forget, and work out our little kinks on. TWO I was going down on Jenn, two fingers in her cunt and tickling what I believe to be the g-spot, while she was telling me about this girl she’d met at a hostel / bookstore / café the other day – Asian, tits, and a cute face, who she wanted us to pick-up and fuck, when I reminded her that school was out, and there’d be plenty of out-of-towners looking for adventure. In short, it was backpacker season. She closed her eyes and moaned, told me that she wanted to get a laid a lot this year, and I worked slow and deliberate, which meant I could soon feel an orgasm building as I worked my fingers inside and kept my tongue running over her clit and the rest of her shaved cunt, the other hand massaging the mons. I knew how to get Jenn off, and it worked every time. As I felt her orgasm build I slipped one finger, then two, into her ass and looked up to watch her eyes pop and brighten. I finger fucked her until she came and then through it, and as she moved her hips I held my fingers deep in her pussy and ass as she held a pillow over her face to muffle her screams. When it was over I moved up while she was still on her back and smiling. We kissed, then she reached for my cock. “You want me to go and pick up a young backpacker who’s got nothing to lose, but wants a milf to drain his balls?” No, what I wanted was to pick up this Asian chick with big tits and bring her home, but I could see how to play this to my advantage, so I nodded and pointed to my dick. “OK, now show me how you’ll give him a blow job.” Jenn shuffled down, licked her lips, and then rubbed them over the end of my cock. Her eyes were open wide, all pretend coy, as she stroked the shaft and flicked her tongue over the tip. Then she opened her mouth and took in as much in as she could, and I put my hands down and held her head steady as I bucked my hips up and down, fucking her face to the edge of completion and imagining my dick was in an Asian girl’s ass. When she could feel me getting close she pulled her mouth off and I looked down to see what the fuck. “Oh, shit, don’t stop, I’m gonna –“ “Gonna cum? Well do it in my mouth – young cum is good for me.” She wrapped her lips back around the head of my cock and used her tongue while pumping the shaft fast and playing with my balls. I kept my eyes on her and she kept looking at me as I came, and I saw her cheeks hollow out as she swallowed it all. When I was done shaking she took her mouth from my dick, ran her tongue over her lips, and looked up at me, her point made. “You see, hon? That’s how I’ll suck this guy’s cock.” THREE A few days later it was Sunday, so we went to that café together to check out the books and see if the Asian girl was working there. At least, that’s what Jenn said on the drive over. “We’ll try for Suzy. If she’s not working, let’s just see who’s there. No point in limiting our options.” Now by the end of this you’ll probably think that maybe this Suzy character wasn’t even real, that Jenn was just putting that out there to set up what actually happened. But you’d be wrong, or at least somewhat wrong, and I’ll get to that in another story, which is probably going to be called LESBIAN-OWNED WIFE, but that’s a long, involved tale that needs a lot more thought than this one, which is just a simple threesome, and we’re getting there, I promise. So we got to the place and the hot Asian wasn’t there, but that was OK. I looked at the books and Jenn checked out the other customers. A few minutes in and she nudged me. “Hey. Over by the coffee pots.” I looked. A table of two guys and two girls. “What – an orgy?” “Well, it’s been a long time.” “No. I don’t want an apartment full of strangers, messing up the bathroom and smoking all the weed. We get hotel for that. One guy or one girl.” “You easy?” “I wanted to see that Asian girl.” “Well, I asked at the counter. She doesn’t work Sunday’s. Goes to church.” “And you really think she wants a threesome?” “Honey – those church kids are crazy, anything but straight sex is fine.” I got a coffee and sat down with a book, a nice buzz rising from the cannabis cookie I’d split with Jenn before leaving. She felt it too, and went to off to look through the magazine racks, humming to herself. Time passed very easily, and I almost forgot we weren’t just here to hang out and have fun. “Got it,” Jenn said, sitting down and speaking quietly. “A guy just came in. Backpack, dirty shoes, well-built, kind of lost. I stuck around near the counter. He’s going to check into the hostel for one night, leave in the morning. Just wants to leave his bag inside and then come back here, get a beer, then go out and explore. He was really cute. I think I want to fuck him.” “What’s the plan?” “I’ll wait until he gets back, then make my move.” “You think it’ll work?” “Honey, I’m going to suggest we go home, I suck his cock, then you two both fuck me. Should be easy.” “Then let me try it.” “Really?” “Yeah. It’s always you who brings them home. I need to get some practice, especially with all these tourists in town.” I think part of me was hoping I’d fuck up and fail, while the other was yeah, let’s find a guy who’ll fuck Jenn a little too hard and maybe change her mind about this whole going out and picking up strange men thing, get her into picking up more girls. Like I said, I was a little high. I wasn’t really thinking straight. FOUR The guy came back, got a beer from the counter, and sat down. I waited a little and then walked by his table. This was the first time I was going to invite another man to come home and bang my wife. I had no idea what to say that didn’t seem creepy as fuck. “Hey, you traveling?” It was a start. “Yeah.” He was writing in a paper notebook. “Want to be writer?” He looked up, kind of hurt. Sensitive lumberjack type. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to pry. I had a thing for that too, but never made much effort. I admire people who follow their passions, do things like that. Me, I got distracted with a job, paying the rent, not embarrassing myself in public –” “That’s OK,” the guy said, “must get a lot of would-be writers in this café.” “Yeah, some weekends there seem to be more writers here than readers. I guess that’s why there’s no money in it.” What the fuck was I talking about? “I don’t know,” the guy said, “I’m not really – the money isn’t important, it’s the writing, right? I want to do good work, say things, but in a way that’s easy to read.” “A spoonful of sugar, eh?” “Something like that, but so far it’s all really derivative. I’m just out of school. I don’t really have anything to say except things I’ve read in books and seen in movies. That’s why I’m on this trip, I guess, to find something to write about.” “Any adventures so far?” “Not really. I mean, my folks live in LA, so it’s been a pretty short trip. Stopped here to get some inspiration, then I’m going to meet a friend in San Francisco, keep going north, maybe get a job in Alaska.” “Maybe my wife and I can help.” “With a job?” “No, having your first adventure on the road.” “What do you mean?” I sat down at his table. Thank fuck I was getting somewhere. “What’s your name?” “Caleb, Cal.” “Cool. I’m Steve, and if you look behind me you’ll see a woman, 30-something, dressed nice, slim. Good looking woman, right?” The guy looked over my shoulder. “That’s your wife?” “Yeah. Jenn. You like the way she looks?” “Yeah, I do. What’s this about?” “Well – . My wife and I love each other very much, but we’re what they call swingers. You know what that is?” “Sure, it means you fu – I mean, you see other people, right?” “Yes and no. See other people would be polyamorous, but we just like to fuck.” “I’m sorry,” he said, with a low wave of his hand, “that’s sounds great, but I’m not gay.” “That’s OK, that’s cool with me. Look, it’s pretty simple. I fuck other women, and my wife fucks other guys, and we both like to watch.” “Just watch?” “Well, I like to join in, but only with her. I won’t touch you, I promise.” “So you want me to fuck your wife?” “Yeah, that’s it, and hard.” “And she’s cool with this?” “She asked me to come over and talk to you. The deal is, you come back to our place, get high, we both fuck Jenn, then you go on your way, an adventure under your belt. Sound good?” “Yeah.” “Cool. Want to come and say hi to my wife before she sucks your cock?” FIVE Cal put his pen and notebook in a pocket and picked up his beer, followed me over to where Jenn was sitting. “Jenn, this is Cal. Cal, this is Jenn” “Well hello, kid,” Jenn said, putting out a hand, then holding Cal’s as he sat down, stroking his fingers, touching his forearm. “Did my husband tell you all about it?” “Yeah, I mean –“ Jenn smiled. I knew she loved the sense of control her sexuality gave her, loved using it to overwhelm others. “It’s OK. We don’t have to talk about anything. Just finish your beer and we’ll go.” She turned to me. “Why don’t you pay up, hon, and –, sorry, what’s your name?” “Cal, Caleb.” “Cal and I’ll be waiting in the car.” I paid, and when I got to the car Jenn and Cal were already in the backseat, making out. “OK,” I said, buzzed, but not too high. “I’ll drive.” I got in the driver’s seat and hit the ignition, looked in the mirror. Jenn had her tongue down the guy’s throat and a hand in his pants. I stage coughed. “Why don’t you two get a room?” Jenn pulled away, leaving Cal gasping for air. “Why don’t you keep your eyes on the road and get us home, or I’ll take his dick out right now. This guy’s made of muscle.” Shit. I loved it when she played the bitch. SIX I parked in the basement, and we took the elevator to the top floor and went into the apartment. Jenn kept holding Cal’s hand the whole time while I was standing there like an idiot, saying nothing. When we got inside I went to the stash box and pulled out a joint, lit it, hit it, and passed it to Cal. “This is good shit,” he said, taking a second deep hit and then passing it to Jenn. “Yeah,” she said, inhaling and holding it in as she spoke. “It’s something they call triple-x fly. Local strain. Good for fucking.” The joint went round a few times and then it was done. Jenn pointed to the bathroom. “Take a shower, then I’ll suck your cock.” “OK,” said Cal, and went off to do that. I was sitting on the couch. I never knew what the fuck to do until it started, but Jenn did. “I’ll just got and freshen up too, hon,” she said, “then we’ll see what that guy can do. Should be a lot of fun.” SEVEN I stayed in the living room and rolled some more joints, put some music on, then I went in the bedroom to get undressed and saw Jenn checking herself out in the mirror. She was wearing black stockings and red heels. Red lipstick and smoky black eye make-up. Standard, knock ‘em dead kit. “I don’t think girls dress like that on the road,” I said. “You’re going to blow this kid’s mind.” “I hope so,” Jenn said, checking out her nails. “I’ve been feeling a little 30-something crisis. I wonder about what happens if I bring a girl home and you like her more than me.” “Come on,” I said, “that’s ridiculous. Who fucks you more than I do?” Then it hit me. I really didn’t know. EIGHT We were still in the bedroom and I was telling Jenn how much I loved her, how much she turned me on, how lucky I was, and so on, when Cal came out the bathroom with a towel around his waist and sat on the couch in the living room. “Fuck,” said Jenn, “is that like, 5% body fat or something?” I should say here that the apartment has one weird feature that we’d quickly turned to our advantage, a one-way mirror set in the bedroom door that let anyone inside watch what was happening in the living room, something we’d made use of in many adventures. Now we were both looking at Cal as he waited to fuck Jenn. He had good body, and a bunch of ironically bad tattoos over one shoulder and down to the elbow. “It’s OK,” Jenn said, lighting a joint, straightening her stockings and getting ready to go out. “I just want to feel desired.” What I wanted was to go out and have Cal and me fuck some sense into my wife. Jenn went out first, and Cal’s mouth fell open when he saw her. I decided to take the lead and show them who was boss. “Hey Cal, you want to cum in her face?” “What?” “I mean, you can cum in my wife’s face, if you want. She likes that. Says young cum is good for the skin.” Jenn seemed shocked that I’d just come out and said it, but then got a hold of herself and nodded. “It’s true, Cal. I like it when guys cum in my face. The more the better, in fact. One man isn’t enough for a woman like me.” What the fuck were we playing at? “Yeah, Cal,” I said, “just have fun. I mean, treat Jenn with respect, but, ah, not too much. My wife here is kind of a slut and likes being thrown about a bit, used. Don’t worry. You won’t break her.” Jenn looked at me, shook her head and smiled, then went over to Cal, and put her arms around him. They kissed, while she reached down and started rubbing her cunt. Then she stepped back to get a full view of his body. “OK, kid, let’s see what you’ve got under this towel.” NINE Cal took off the towel and dropped it on the floor. It was good sized cock, already hard, a little longer than mine but thinner, and the kind I knew my wife could get right down her throat, so she could stick out her tongue and lick the balls. Jenn moved in and put one hand on his cock, ran the other over his chest and abs, ready to play the slut wife. “Look how big his muscles are, hon, and what a nice, hard dick. Want to see me suck it?” Yeah,” I said. “Do it.” Jenn directed Cal to sit down on the couch and kneeled in front of him. “It’s OK,” she said, holding his balls in one hand and stroking his shaft with the other, “just look at me, and don’t worry if my husband comes over starts fucking me, just take that as a sign that I’m naughty wife who needs all the dick she can get.” I lit a joint and sat and watched, taking in the scene. I loved the way Jenn’s looked when she was bent over like that, her head bobbing up and down, to see and hear her mouth on another man’s cock. After a minute or two I went over and began stroking her ass, enjoying the firm roundness of it, once again delighted that I’d married such a woman, who let me fuck around and who was now running her tongue over this young guy’s balls, getting ready to drain them right here in front on me. Jenn turned her head to give me a better view as she ran her tongue up and down Cal’s cock, making him shiver. “Oh hi, hon,” she said, “you still here?” OK – that’s the first 3,000 words, the full story, just under 7,000 words, can be found on Amazon, or search for “PB Rider” and find the blog for more free stories and news.

I just posted a long story about a guy watching his Asian girlfriend getting fucked by three black guys. It's in this thread. You can copy/paste that and change the details to make it about your wife. You'll cum buckets.

A .MOBI version of this story (for Kindle reader / app) can be downloaded here, but I recommend copy/pasting the text below into a .DOC file, then doing a find/replace Suzy with the name of a woman you’d rather think about, and replace girlfriend with wife if that works better, too. Suzy is Asian, so you may also want to find/replace Asian, Thailand, Thai and Bangkok. ONE Now this is a quick and dirty story that happens to be true, and I’ve never told it to anyone before, but I thought why not write about it, change the names, and try and sell it for some money, just like this. It took place a year or two ago, when I was dating this hot little number, Suzy, not marriage material but very fuckable. She had this wild, submissive side – a good Catholic girl who’d discovered sex and found she liked it. When I met her she was already a big fan of Rocco Siffredi, and we used to watch his movies together while fucking. Look him up and you’ll get the picture. It was from that I knew she was freakier than one dick could satisfy, so I got a rubber cock and stuck that in her ass while banging her pussy, or vice versa, depending on whether I wanted a blow job mid-fuck. This got her hot, and she loved the idea of two or three cocks at once, giving me all the dirty talk on that theme, and I’d call her a slut and a bitch and a whore, and she’d cum harder. She used to get her knees and suck my dick, and I’d tell her if she was good I’d take her to a bar, set her up in a bathroom stall, and have her give blowjobs for $10 a pop, or take her to a frat party and swap her for a bag of weed and some pills, and that only made her hotter. Suzy loved it all, so it’s important you know going in that my girlfriend was a beautiful freak, and it was hard for me to keep up with her desires, so later on, when this seems to get out of hand, just remember that’s how she liked it, and we kept dating for a while after the night I’ll tell you about here, which involves some ecstasy, a club, and a whole lot of bangers. TWO Suzy had gotten high many times before, but she’d never taken ecstasy, and wanted to. I was cool with that, because I love drugging and dancing, and I also knew that when we got home she’d be ready to fuck like a demon the rest of the night. I got four pills, and made sure we had enough weed and fresh porn to keep us going through to Sunday afternoon. Suzy was on an interracial kick at that time, and loved watching girls worshipping big black cock and then getting fucking destroyed. She’d never been with a black guy, though, at least that’s what she said, not until that night, but then she sure made up for lost time. THREE Wait, I should tell you how she looked, right? Unless you just want to imagine your own woman getting ploughed here, in which case, go ahead. I’m in no place to judge. Suzy was all-American, but her dad had been a missionary in Asia and her mom was Thai, so she had that short, dark look, with full lips, nice tits, high round ass and almost hairless pussy. It’d be fair to say she looked good, and enjoyed the attention she got from men. We didn’t live in San Francisco or somewhere like that, and a real-life hot Asian was still something of a novelty in Newton. FOUR OK – let’s jump to the night in question. It was Saturday, and we hadn’t fucked all day because I told Suzy it was best to let the tension build, get really high at the club and dance, then get a cab back and fuck like rabbits all night. “I can’t even masturbate?” “Uh uh, verboten. No sex till later. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” “But I can’t relax.” “Go for a run or something.” “Fuck you.” But she went for a run, then came back and did aerobics for an hour. That tight body was well-earned. “What if we’re too tired to fuck after dancing?” “Don’t worry. The ecstasy will keep us up.” “And then we’ll fuck?” “Yeah, sure. We’ll dance a while, enjoy the lights, then come home, break out the toys, and fuck till noon. You’ll remember this night for the rest of your life.” She kissed me. “OK then, I’ll just shave my pussy in the shower.” FIVE Now I probably don’t need to tell you that Suzy looked great as we got ready to go out. Short skirt and a thin silver top without a bra, full club make-up and hair. We were smoking weed and my balls ached, and I wanted to bust a nut on her face there and then, but no, we had to wait, had to let the tension build, and so we just listened to some dance music and got in the mood before taking half a pill each and then calling a cab. We’d do the other half after the first one hit, dance a few hours, then be home by one. There were two more pills in the stash box that we could use when we started fading, along with some Viagra, in case my dick felt like it was fucked out. I’d even bought Suzy a dog collar, leash and a big black dildo she could use as a chew toy while I was fucking her ass. I was really looking forward to it. SIX We made it to the club before the tingles hit and then the rush, and I sat down with Suzy to get her over the hump. Like I said, we smoked a lot of weed, and she’d taken mushrooms a few times, so it wasn’t all new ground, and once she was up she was good, and we chewed some gum, got some water, took the other half pills, then went dancing. It was still early, but the place was busy. There was name DJ on at midnight one of those producers who take a little show on the road with an MC or two, press play, wave their hands in the air, then cash the check. It seemed like a pretty sweet gig. SEVEN We were dancing and it was great, and if you’ve taken ecstasy you’ll know how, and if you haven’t then you won’t. We were in the music, but more than that, we were in love, so open and forgiving and happy. It felt exactly like it always should – no ego, no judgment, no fear. I drank a lot of water to keep hydrated, so pretty soon I needed to go to the bathroom, but when I came back Suzy had wandered off, and I kept weaving through the crowd, trying to find her. Finally I looked up and saw her waving at me from a balcony. I waved back, and felt good, but then I noticed she had a guy right behind her, and he had his arms around her while she was dancing. I knew her ass must be moving up against his crotch, and he was smiling, like an idiot, and looking straight at me. I wondered what the fuck was happening. EIGHT Now I’ll say right here this whole scene wasn’t exactly virgin territory. Like I said, we watched a lot of porn, and we both liked watching DPs, TPs and gangbangs, and yeah, I’d thought about Suzy being fucked like that, and I know she had too. We had a bunch of dildos and she’d been double- and triple-penetrated with those and my dick, and we both enjoyed it. But this guy getting his cock and balls rubbed by her ass wasn’t a fantasy, and even with the drugs I couldn’t help feeling jealous and hurt. This was supposed to be our night. I looked again just to make sure I wasn’t overreacting, but there was Suzy, still grinding up against that guy, while he was moving his hands up and down her body. I knew that he was touching the sides of her breasts, naked under that thin top, then going down to her hips, and no doubt copping a feel of her ass too. My face must have dropped, because suddenly Suzy turned and seemed to be saying something to the guy, and they both moved away from the balcony. I looked for the stairs and went up to see what the fuck was going on. NINE It didn’t take me long to find them, and it was even worse than I’d imagined. Not only were the guy’s hands all over Suzy, but she was all over him. I saw her stroke his chest, grab his ass, and even put a hand on his crotch and laugh, and all within the few seconds it took for me to spot them and stride over. “What’s going on?” “Hey,” said Suzy, smile wide and tripping. “This is LP. He knows you’re my boyfriend.” “Hi, man,” he said, “we cool?” “It’s OK,” said Suzy, “he knows the DJ. Says we can go backstage and smoke. You want to?” I put a hand on Suzy’s shoulder and pulled her close, leant in and spoke as quietly as I could in a club. “What the fuck, Suzy? Don’t run off like that. You’re on ecstasy – everyone is. It’s easy to get carried away. I’m not angry, I’m just – just try not to do it again, OK? There can be a lot creeps at nights like this, it’s easy to get taken advantage of.” “You don’t trust me?” “Yes, I mean, no. I trust you. I love you.” The drugs hit again, and we kissed, then I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was LP, whatever the fuck that name meant. “So, you guys want to go back and meet Leon and the crew? He’s got the best weed in town tonight, a little strain they call triple-x fly.” “Sure,” I said. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? TEN LP led the way. We went downstairs and then there was a door with a NO ENTRY sign. He pressed some buttons to get in, and then we walked along a corridor, the music from the club a distant echo, until we reached a shabby door with cheap silver star stuck on it. LP knocked, the door opened, and we were let in, him first, then Suzy, then me. It was a small backstage room, walls covered in graffiti, with a couch, some armchairs and barstools, a table with drinks and snacks, a sink and a mirror. I recognized Leon, the DJ on the flyer for the club, and he was with two other guys, and all three of them had blunts and were drinking beer from the bottle. “Hi,” Leon said, going straight up to Suzy and handing her a smoke and a drink. “I’m Leon, and this is Chris, and this is Dion. He’s the one with the big dick, if you’re wondering.” “Hi,” she said, eyes wide, a sip of the drink, a puff of the blunt. “I’m Suzy.” “This the boyfriend?” Leon said to LP, ignoring me. “Yeah. Don’t worry, he’s cool.” “Great, good work.” He turned to me. “Nice to meet you, boy. Why don’t you sit down over there,” he pointed to an armchair, “take the weight off your feet.” One of his friends, Dion, came over and handed me a fresh blunt and a beer as I was sitting down. “That’s the ticket. Get high, enjoy the show.” “Now what are you, Chinese?” Leon said to Suzy. “My mom’s from Thailand,” she said. “Bangkok.” Dion said. “That’s where they make all ‘em whores, ain’t it? You think your momma ever suck a donkey dick, do that ping pong trick?” Leon put up a hand and waved Dion away. “Cool it, man, I like Asian girls. They submissive. Treat a guy right.” He turned to me. “Ain’t that true? Your girl do it right?” “Yeah,” I said, “I guess.” “I guess? You don’t know? What about you, Suzy – you know how to make a man happy?” “I think so.” “Then tell me what a man likes.” “A man likes to get his dick sucked.” The guys laughed, having a great time. But me, I wasn’t so sure. They were tight around my girlfriend now, right in her personal space, and I realized she was cut off from me, that I couldn’t get closer without pushing them out of the way. I felt uncomfortable, but I also felt my dick rise. What the fuck was happening? Well, there was my little Asian girlfriend, horny and high, and surrounded by three black guys who were trying to provoke her with sex talk. She was on display, and she knew it, getting off on all the sexual tension in the air, and I wondered what would break it. Leon looked passed me, and I turned and saw LP still standing at the door, watching it all. “Good work,” Leon said, “now you go out and find some other bitches for the aftershow. Need ‘em back here about two. Let ‘em smoke, drink, whatever, just make sure they know what’s expected. And this time at least one blonde with tits.” “You want ‘em with boyfriends?” “Nah, it’s OK. We got this one, so that’s cool. Just some regular hot ass bitches is fine, man, but remember – tits.” “Sure thing. And don’t forget, show starts at 12. Someone better press play on this girl’s ass. You ain’t got all night.” Then LP left, Chis went over to the door and locked it, and I waited to see what would happen. ELEVEN It didn’t take long to start. Suzy let out a moan, and I looked and saw Leon had a hand on her back, moving it up and down, taking advantage of how awesome a backrub feels when rolling, knowing there was no way she’d ask him to stop, and guessing I wouldn’t either. Why? I don’t know. I just sat there and kept smoking and drinking, watching it all like it was on TV or something. Leon’s friends saw all that too, and moved a little closer, started touching my girlfriend’s bare arms, then her shoulders, face, and thighs. Suzy let out another long moan, arched her back so her tits stuck out and jiggled. I knew she was ready to fuck. “A lot of love in this room, baby,” Leon said, just above a whisper, and kissing my girlfriend on the neck, “can you feel it?” Suzy put down her drink and turned around to face him, and I thought she was about to kiss him back, but then he just pulled her shoulders down with one hand and pushed her waist back with the other, so her ass was sticking out and facing the rest of us, wrapped in a short, tight skirt that barely reached passed her pussy. “No disrespect, man,” Dion said, “but looks like your girlfriend’s got a great ass.” He reach out, grabbed both cheeks shook them up and down. “Damn. That’s firm. Hey Leon, her tits as good?” “I don’t know – let me feel.” Suzy moaned again as he touched her breasts, then she straightened up, gently pushed him away, and pulled her top up and off, threw it on the floor. She turned around to face me, Chris and Dion. Her tits looked fucking amazing. “Oh, hi, babe,” she said, high as fuck and still hitting the blunt, “why are you here?” TWELVE “Damn – we got one,” Leon said. “Regular party girl. Say, what’s your name again?” “Suzy.” “You like to party, Suzy? You like to play around?” “Yeah,” she said, while Chris and Dion were stroking her tits. “And your boy here’s cool that?” “Yeah, I think so, he likes it in porn.” Leon turned to me, “is that true?” I didn’t know what to say. “It’s OK, kid. We got this, we do. Funny thing is, that’s my thing too.” “What?” said Suzy, “watching gangbangs?” “Nah, Bangkok,” Dion said, “making ‘em.” “That’s the truth,” said Leon, unzipping Betty’s skirt and pulling it down, showing off her little hot pink panties, “but you know what I like even better? I like fucking women in front of their men. Guess everyone’s some kind of freak.” I felt myself gulp, cartoonish, but it got stuck as a lump in my throat. I emptied the bottle of beer I was holding to steady my nerves. A guy came over – Chris, Dion, I can’t remember – and gave me another a beer and a new blunt, even though I wasn’t done with the first. I just sat there and kept smoking, drinking, suddenly numb. “That’s it, you sit there and get fucked up,” said Leon. “We’ll take care of, fuck –” he turned to my girlfriend, whose panties he was pulling down and helping her step out of, “what’s your name again?” “Suzy,” she said, with all three guys touching her naked body now, while she writhed and moaned, her shaved pussy glistening from across the room. Those other half pills were hitting us now, and I knew we were just about to be overwhelmed. For a moment I thought we should never have taken ecstasy, we should never have come to this club. And then I simply didn’t give a fuck. “Yeah, we’ll let Suzy here take care of our little pre-game blow job thing.” Leon said, pulling down his pants and squeezing his dick. “But no disrespect – we know your girlfriend’s a real nice lady. Ain’t that true slutty Sue, you a lady?” Suzy just smiled, her eyes half closed and mouth chewing gum. Then she straightened up, took a bottle of water from the table, drank a few sips, and looked at me with such longing and love that I thought she might burst into tears and beg for forgiveness. “I’m sorry, babe,” she said, spitting out her gum, “but I really, really want this. Is it OK?” “Yeah,” I said, the ecstasy hitting me hard, “I’m really OK with this.” “So, you gonna get down, or do we have to take it?” Dion said, suddenly also without pants, and what looked like an overgrown zucchini in his shorts. Suzy put a hand behind his head, pulled him close, and kissed him while grabbing his dick, then turned to Leon and did the same, then to Chris, who was only now unbuckling his belt. Then she pushed them away a little, took a deep breath, and got on her knees. END OF THE SAMPLE… More at the author's blog

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I came to high as hell and kind of vague as to where I was and what was happening, but as the room spun back into shape it was clear that this was the reality: My wife, Jenn, was on all fours getting pumped at both ends by two guys I didn’t know, while I was tied to a chair getting my cock sucked by some big-titted Amy she went to school with. It took a few seconds to remember how we got here, and how it all began. PART ONE ONE Last year we moved to Newton, a town on the coast near where Jenn went to college. I’d never been there before, but she got a job and we decided to move. I work online, so I’m easy, and I liked the idea of a new scene, especially with sun and surf. Plus we were in our 30s, and it was time to move out of the city. It sounds kind of dull, right? But let’s not be coy - this is one of those ‘slut wife stories’, with plenty of sucking, fucking and cum in her hair. If that’s not your thing, then you picked the wrong book and I hope you didn’t pay for it, and maybe you’ll be upset or offended at what comes next, which is me, Jenn, a few guys and a girl called Amy with tits like you wouldn’t believe. TWO It was Saturday morning about two months after moving in. We were sitting on the balcony drinking coffee, sharing a joint, taking stock of what our new lives seemed to be. “I like it here,” Jenn said. “Me too.” “It hasn’t changed much, but I have.” “How?” “Well, I don’t feel like I need to party all the time.” She reached out and held my hand. “I’m happy at home, you know?” “Yeah,” I said, and wondered again about her ‘party years’, and what that meant, exactly. I knew there’d been two other girls, Amy and Celine, and the stories Jenn had let slip about those. But herself, what she got up to – I had no idea. She passed me the joint. I took a hit, held it, while she picked up a pair of binoculars and scanned the beach, looking for somewhere to play. “I saw this good-looking kid the other day, maybe 19, 20. He was with his mom, and she could’ve been one of my friends.” I moved behind Jenn, kissing her neck and holding her breasts though the robe. “You know what I realized? That I could fuck this guy. Not that he’d be interested, I guess.” “Bullshit. Given the chance he’d fuck you all night.” “Well, my nights are for you now, hon, and a lot more sleeping than fucking.” “Afternoons, then.” Jenn laughed, and went inside to get ready for the beach. THREE About ten minutes later she was back, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. “How do I look?” She looked good. The bikini was cut to show off her long legs, firm ass and high tits. She’d put on some lipstick and eye shadow, had her hair up. She came over and kissed me. She was wearing perfume. “I make you hard, right?” “Very.” “You think any of the guys on the beach might want a piece of this?” “You don’t think so?” She smiled. “Look, I’ll take my walk on the beach, do some yoga, come back and then we can make love. A full work-out.” “Just yoga on the beach?” She was looking through the binoculars. “Yes, and….that group,” she said, moving away and letting me see a few guys with a cooler near the volleyball nets. “Keep an eye on them.” She went back into the living room, picking up a sarong, her shades and a sunhat, putting them on and checking the mirror. “What?” “Don’t worry, hon, it’s just a game, then I’ll come back and we’ll have sex.” “What’ll I do?” She took the joint off me and hit it, held it in. “Just watch. You’ll see.” She kissed me, and I breathed in the smoke. “And try not to jerk off.” FOUR Jenn left the apartment and went to the beach. I stayed on the balcony with the binoculars and picked up my tablet to look at some porn and warm up. I went to a site to find someone who reminded me of Jenn. It wasn’t difficult, she has that look, and soon I found a few sets that I could flick through while keeping an eye on the beach. I was feeling good about how the day was going. Not yet 11am and stoned immaculate, waiting to get my dick sucked. I looked up from a picture of a woman with a cock in each hand and cum on her face and saw Jenn and her big hat moving along the beach, the guys not far away. I adjusted the binoculars and settled in to watch. A bunch of frat-looking guys, drinking before noon. Jenn was so much better than they were, but the idea of them looking at her got me excited. I began thinking about the guys running a train on my wife, a hard young cock in each of her holes, one in each of her hands, just like the woman onscreen. It didn’t take long for me to see Jenn in action. She was all glammed up and posing, seemed to be throwing stoned smiles from behind her sunglasses, putting her sunhat and sarong on the sand, stretching her legs and showing off her body a few yards from the guys. Someone picked up a ball and they were tossing it around, and then I noticed one of them, the blond guy, Matt, whose cock she was sucking less than an hour later, threw it straight at Jenn’s feet. She picked up the ball and waved at the guys, shaking her tits and ass, then walked over and handed it back. That blond guy offered her a bottle of beer. Jenn took it, held it in one hand and moved the other up and down the neck between sips. Two of the guys were beside her now, and as they talked she would touch their arms and smile, and would no doubt be thinking about this when I was fucking her. FIVE I kept watching, and not much happened, but two things stuck in my memory. One is when Jenn turned and seemed to point at me, and for a moment I forgot that I was safe, just stoned and far away behind binoculars. The other is it looked like one guy had his hand on her ass, but I couldn’t tell for sure. The blond guy who’d thrown the ball and started talking to her seemed pissed at his friend, and then the grab-ass guy said something, and Jenn covered her mouth, in shock or laughing. Then he tried to pull her closer, but she pushed him away, and then turned and walked back down the beach, heading home, the guys all watching her go. She looked in my direction and waved. I went to take a shower. SIX To be honest, I liked the idea of other guys finding Jenn attractive and wanting to fuck her, and I would sometimes think about it when we made love, imagining that another man was fucking her at the same time, someone she really wanted, someone she didn’t know, loving the attention. When I came out of the shower my dick was hard. Jenn was naked on the couch, holding a joint, listening to some music, looking at a tablet and playing with a vibrator. She showed me the screen. A woman getting fucked at both ends. “She’s got better tits than me, right? But I like her shoes.” She put down the tablet and I went over and she started blowing me, mouth and pussy full. This was one of our favorite positions. Jenn liked to feel overwhelmed, and I liked getting my cock sucked. I picked up the joint and inhaled, put a hand on Jenn’s head while I gently fucked her mouth. The weed hit and I watched her working the vibrator, building herself up. I looked in a mirror and enjoyed her tits shaking as she blew me. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “Later,” she said, taking her mouth off my cock and then licking my balls. “Just let me slut out first, those guys on the beach got me hot.” “I think they wanted to fuck you.” “Well, I’d let them.” My cock jerked in her hand. She continued to lick it, then stopped and looked at me. “That turns you on, doesn’t it?” I didn’t know what to say, but my dick gave another leap – the idea was now in her head. Jenn put my cock back in her mouth and waggled her head from side to side, her tongue soft and wet, then pulled back, watching spit stretch and break, hit her chin and land on her breasts. “You like that?” “Yes,” I said. She pushed herself forward and swallowed more of my cock, and her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked it, then she pulled back and flicked her tongue back and forth across the shaft, getting it wet, easing her stroking, rubbing her lips on the tip when they reached the end. “Tell me what you want.” “I want you to suck my cock.” “Is that all?” I kept quiet, close to the edge. What I wanted was to cum in her face. “You want another guy with us, hon? A girl?” She dragged her tongue from my balls to the head of my cock, and then opened her mouth and took in as much as she could. I pushed deeper. She took it. “Fuck, I’m going to cum soon.” Jenn moved her head back “Not yet, I want you inside.” SEVEN She was just bending over the couch, ass in the air, when the doorbell rang. We ignored it, and then it rang again and again. “Fuck,” said Jenn, “it might be important.” She got off the couch and pressed the intercom. “What?” “Hey, Jenny, you forgot your hat.” “Fuck,” Jenn said, then louder, “OK, kid, just wait a moment, let me get something on.” She turned to me. “It’s Matt, one of the guys.” “How’d he find this place?” “I pointed out the building, said we were the top floor. I guess he found it that way. Smart kid, eh?” “Can’t he come back?” “Come on. This is hot,” she said, putting on a bathrobe. “And anyway, wasn’t this your idea?” Was it? “What about me?” “Get in there and watch,” she said, pointing to the bedroom, and then turning the couch a little, so that it was facing the mirror, “and then come out and fuck me.” It was a good idea. The bedroom door had a full-length one-way mirror built into it. If you were inside and the curtains were drawn you could see straight into the living room, and even out onto the balcony. Sitting in there it would be possible to see and hear everything, without being seen at all. Then the moment hit me. Here was Jenn, my wife, naked under a robe and ready to fuck, asking me to hide while she was getting ready – checking hair, reapplying lipstick – to see another guy. She took my dick and led me to the door, opened it. “Now get in there and watch.” “What if he gets too excited?” “Oh honey, don’t be dull.” The bell rang again. “And one more thing. Don’t freak out if I call him ‘son’, OK?” “What?” She kissed me, stepped back and closed the door while she was talking. “I’ve got fantasies, too, you know.” EIGHT I stepped back and watched her walk to door. I could hear the music playing and had a good view of the couch with, fuck it, that vibrator poking out under a cushion. She pressed the buzzer “OK, kid. Top floor apartment, some Chinese writing on the door.” I went through the possibilities in my head. She’d say thanks for the hat and flirt a bit, get turned on being sexy with some young guy, then he’d leave and I’d swoop in and finish the job. It had all the makings of a great day. NINE The door opened and the blond guy from the beach, this Matt, stepped in and handed Jenn her sunhat. “Here you are.” “Thanks, Want to get high?” “Sure,” the guy said. Jenn went over to the drawer where we kept our stash, bent over and moved her ass to the music while she rolled a joint, then gave it to the guy along with a lighter. The guy lit it, took a couple of hits. Jenn sat down on the couch, right in front of the mirror. She crossed her legs just high enough to show a glimpse of her thighs. “Come on, sit and keep me company while I see if I’m going to tan or not. I don’t like tan-lines, and neither does my husband.” “You look OK,” the guy said, sitting down just a few inches from her. Jenn took the joint off him, hit it. “Just OK?” “No. Or maybe yes. I don’t know. This is good weed. Where’s your husband?” “He’s at the store.” “When’s he get back?” “Oh, a while. He’ll call before he does, see if I need anything.” “Damn,” he guy said, throwing his head back, the smoke hitting hard, “that feels good.” “So you’ll hang out?” “Sure, and I also want to apologize for that guy down there, Andy, the one who grabbed you. He can be a real dick sometimes.” “That’s OK, sometimes those can be fun. Now you relax, I want to say thanks for bringing my hat, and also ask you a question. I don’t often get to be with nice young guys like you. This is a big opportunity for me.” “Sure, what?” “It’s a little embarrassing. You could almost be my son.” I tensed up. It was happening. “It’s OK. I’m so high now. Mom, son, whatever, it’s all good.” “Sure, that’s my point – when you see me you think ‘mom’, right? And that makes the question kind of awkward.” “It’s OK. You can ask me anything.” “Well, I was talking the other day with a friend of mine, you’d like her, everyone does, about whether it’s true that young guys are into older women now. Guys your age, women my age. This ‘milf’ thing. And I thought – well, I may as well just ask you.” “What?” Jenn opened the bathrobe and showed him her tits, and then it all happened very fast. TEN “Fuck,” the guy said, “are you for real?” “Touch me and see.” The guy put his hands out and touched Jenn’s breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, stroking the nipples. She moved a little, so that she was looking at herself in the mirror, showing me everything. She blew a kiss while this Matt guy put his face between her tits, then opened her legs as his hands began to explore her body, and the bathrobe fell open, and he could see that she was naked. How far was this going to go? “Wait,” Jenn said, and I thought that was it, she’d made her point and would send the guy back all hot and bothered, then I’d go in and fuck her, while he went away and jacked off about it the rest of the weekend. But instead she leant forward and kissed the guy, moving her hands through his hair and down his back. Then she pulled away and slipped off the robe, put her legs up and apart on the couch, and began stroking her neatly trimmed pussy. “Come on, son, you know you want to.” ELEVEN Matt moved onto his knees and put his head between my wife’s legs. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I knew. Jenn put one hand on his head as he was eating her, and with the other she reached under the cushion for the vibrator, turned it on, and worked it over her nipples. The guy looked up at the sound. “The idea of fucking mom turns you on?” “Yeah,” he said, “a lot.” “Then be a good boy and get me wet for your cock.” I watched as Jenn put a hand on the guy’s head and gently pushed him back to her cunt. She looked into the mirror, blissful, and mouthed the words “I love you”. This went on for some time, and then she moved, directed the guy to stand up, and when he did she kissed the front of his shorts. “It’s your turn now, don’t you think? And take off your shirt, I want to see your body again.” The guy pulled his shirt over his head, and Jenn put her hands on his shoulders, chest and abs. “Now show me what a big boy you are.” The guy pulled down his shorts and his cock sprung out. It was a good size and already hard. “Wow,” Jenn said, "I guess you do like mommy." The guy shivered with delight. “You like that? Want me to suck your cock?” The guy moaned and shook again. “Good, because I want to see how much you’ve got in these balls.” “What?” “I’m going to make you cum, Matt. Right here,” she pointed at the mirror, “so we can watch it all, OK?” She leant forward and licked the end of his cock with the hard tip of her tongue, then pulled back, looked up, and ran her fingers over the thick shaft. “One more thing: call me mom when I suck your cock, it’ll be good for you.” “OK.” “OK, what?” She said, holding his hard cock in her hands, her mouth a few teasing inches away. I don’t know how he could stand it. I was too scared to touch my own in case it exploded. “OK, mom.” She put her head forward and began to kiss the end of his cock, which jumped up as she ran her mouth over it, up and down, her tongue poking in and out, one hand on his balls, the other working the shaft, but never putting the head in her mouth. All the time her eyes stayed locked on the mirror, watching herself, watching me. “Tell me what you want,” she said “I want you to suck my cock, mom.” Jenn put the head of his cock in her mouth and began rolling her tongue around it, turning a little, to give me a better look. I saw her cheek stretch as she played with his balls, and then she winked at me as she flashed her tongue out under his shaft. “Wait, what if your guy gets back early? Is there some place to hide?” Jenn popped his cock out of her mouth, looked up and stroked his body. “Don’t worry, kid, we’ll just hide this.” She put his cock back in her mouth, grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him closer, pushing as much of his dick into her throat as she could, so that his balls swung and almost hit her chin. She stuck out her tongue and licked them. The guy looked like he was about to cum, but steadied himself by putting both hands on my wife’s head and fucking her soft, wet, mouth. As I watched my wife suck off some guy she’d met that morning all other things seemed to slip away. Was this what she wanted? Was I just supposed to watch or go in and make a scene? Did she want me to join them? TWELVE I looked back and it was clear that the guy was getting close now, and Jenn could sense it too – he was about to cum in her mouth. “No,” she said, pulling back and squeezing his cock. “I want you inside.” They moved around so that Jenn was laying on the couch and the guy slipped his cock straight, smooth and deep into my wife, Jenn was kissing him, grabbing his ass, holding him tighter. Then she looked over into the mirror and smiled, and I didn’t know if it was for me or at seeing herself being fucked hard by a young guy, the couch rocking back and forth with the thrusts. The guy knew what he was doing, going harder but not faster, gradually building her up, until there was nothing left but to fuck the last strokes into oblivion. I wanted to go in there and put my cock in her mouth, a distraction from the one in her pussy. I wanted to cum in her face. And that’s how I saw Jenn cumming with another guy for the first time, her hands digging into his ass, eyes closed and face and neck strained with pleasure. The guy kept ploughing into her and she was still cumming, then pulled out and moved up, wanking his cock near her face. Jenn was still shaking, but opened her eyes to see what was happening, saw his cock right up close, and then opened her mouth at the exact moment the guy began to cum. “Cum to mommy” she said, “shoot it all over my face.” The first shot went in her mouth, the next landed on her cheek. Jenn grabbed his cock and a few more thick gobs came out as she rubbed it against her face, then she it slipped in her mouth and shook it around, draining the last of the jizz onto her tongue. She swallowed what she could and then drooled it back out again, dripping down her chin and onto her tits. Now the guy was in control, on top of my wife and fucking her spunky tits and face, while I watched and she just moaned, begging for the young cock she had surrendered to. There was no doubt at all the guy was just using her now, the opportunity to pig out with an anonymous, cock-gobbling slut. But that slut was my wife, slick with this guy’s cum and letting her tits and mouth be fucked as he worked up another orgasm, once again aiming each shot at her face. I looked at Jenn. She was loving it, lost in the moment, eyes bright and sputtering with jizz lips – two facials in a couple of minutes. She had never looked more beautiful. I grabbed my cock. It was too much, and there was no point in holding back. THIRTEEN I was so high and came so hard I blacked out, and when I opened my eyes I was slumped on the end of the bed with cum in my hands, and there was Jenn looking at me, some of the guy’s jizz still in her hair. “I guess we lost control, eh? How about you?” “I jerked off and came,” I said, still reeling. “What was all that ‘mom’ stuff?” “It turned me on, that’s all, and he seemed to like it, too.” “Want me to call you mom?” “Come on, you’re too old for that, but you can call me ‘slut’, if you like.” “Really?” “Yeah. I mean after today, it’s kind of true, right?” Well, that was OK then, I guess. Find the rest of this story - Watching Her Fun, by PB Rider - on Amazon. PART TWO In which the narrator fucks his wife and Amy. PART THREE In which the narrator is tied up and watches his wife with two men, before being untied and joining in. pbrider.wordpress.com