El Cojelon

One more for your great colection of hot wives

The Fifth Date by Anonymous5 (address withheld) *** A married couple discover where love and jealously intersect as neglected wife yearns for attention from her husband. (MMF, reluc, wife, cheat) *** Chapter 1 "I think we should see other people," Donna announced. "Or at least I should. I'm pretty sure I don't want you to. Not that you would, you're always too busy working." "It's kind of late for that isn't it? We've been married for 20 years," I countered. "That's my point. After 20 years I should still expect my husband to take me to dinner and a movie once in a while. When was the last time we went out? When was the last time you looked at me like you wanted me while we ate dinner at a nice restaurant? That's what I miss about dating. Having someone hang on your every word, open car doors, and really pay attention. I want a man that will just pay attention to me." She had started out almost in jest but as she made her statement, I could see the emotion building in her voice. It was all about that new movie "Midnight in Paris" that her friend Jill had seen. Once Donna heard someone rave about something, she had to have it also. "Donna, you know I have been working 10 hour days lately and I am just too tired. Why don't you go with Jill? I bet she would love to go again and you could have a night out and see the movie. And if its sex you want, I'm not too tired on the weekends." "You just don't get it do you? So you really aren't going to take me then?" I heard finality in her voice and assumed she was beginning to see my point of view. Of course I said I was not going to take her anytime in the next month and frankly I didn't usually care for Woody Allen movies. Looking back over my life I can identify several times when there was some small decision or word that had a disproportionate effect on my life. I later found this was one of those times. "It's ok," she conceded, "you don't have to go. I'm sure I can find someone that will take me." Victory I thought; no Woody Allen movie for me. I left the room and went back to work on those customer billing statements. After about an hour, I started to wear down and decided to call it a night. I shut off the computer and got up to go to bed. As I walked down the hallway to the bedroom I heard Donna giggling on the phone as she talked to someone. "...oh that sounds good so see you then... Right, right, I'll be ready. .... Unh, unh, not on the first date mister... You bad boy. (giggle). Oh, gotta go, bye." When I walked into the bedroom, she was just closing her cell phone. "Uh, who was that?" I asked. "Oh that was Tom. He's taking me to dinner and a movie." "Who's Tom?" "Oh, he's the new attorney working on the Smith case. Remember the sexual harassment lawsuit the school district got last year that I told you about? Well his wife left him about 6 months ago and he just moved to town when he took the job with us at Crab, Gobel and Goldberg. He told all the women in the office that he wasn't really ready to get back into the dating game but that if anyone needed company just to get out of the house sometime he was game. Poor guy, he doesn't know a soul in town. And he's not very handsome. So, I thought I would show him around and I would have my date for Thursday night. You're not jealous are you?" Donna was openly smiling at me as if to dare me to challenge her arrangement. "Honey, would you like me to cancel on him and you take me instead?" The truth is, I WAS a little jealous and I almost blurted out for her to cancel her date but then I remembered Thursday, I was working late with my boss and my boss's boss so I could not take Donna out that night. "What about tomorrow night instead of Thursday? I offered. "No, I have some errands I have to get done and Thursday is the last day the movie runs in town so sorry. Thursday or nothing." "I'm sorry Donna, I just can't. You know how it is." I pleaded. "It's ok big guy," she said as she approached me. "I will never forget who I'm married to and I will never ever forget you are the only lover for me." She reached up and gave me a kiss that in romance novels would be called smoldering. Let's just say it was slow, deliberate and full tongue. After we broke from the kiss, she backed up a little and gazing straight into me eyes, reached her hand down and started to stroke the growing bulge in my jeans. Twenty Five minutes later we were lying in bed in post coital bliss. "Where did that come from? I asked." "I don't know but I like it." Donna answered as she snuggled over next to me, draping her leg over my hips. We fell asleep and the next we knew it was morning. Wednesday went by in a blur and as usual, I got home late around 6:30 and Donna had just gotten home before me. "Hi honey, how was your day?" she asked in an upbeat tone. "The usual. Do twice as much with half the resources," I complained. We were both pretty quiet through the rest of the evening. After dinner, I went back to work on some numbers and Donna was in the bedroom arranging her closet and trying on some clothes. I came in and went to bed around 10:00 and she was already asleep. Thursday morning we got up at the usual time and left for work. When I kissed her goodbye the kiss seemed to linger just a bit longer and when I said "Love you," she answered back with a sincere "And I love you." My afternoon meeting nearly went wrong and I was nervous all day. Finally, around 6:00 pm it wrapped up and I headed for home. I hadn't even thought about Donna all day and now I realized I would probably miss her since she likely would have left for the movie by now. I finally rolled into the driveway, noticing her car was gone. Oh well, ham sandwich and cold beer for dinner tonight. I was already missing my wife. As I walked into the house, I smelled the faintest trace of perfume. It was an unfamiliar scent. I wondered if Donna had purchased a new one. I followed the scent into the bedroom where it became stronger, intoxicating as if there was a strange new woman in my house. In a way there was. I was feeling a little bit of "poor me, my wife isn't home to fix me dinner" when I saw the wrapper in the bedroom trashcan. "Sexy thigh high stockings with stay up lace top," it read. $10.99. Suddenly I felt a surge of jealousy and panic and arousal all at once. I well- remembered her preferring thigh highs to pantyhose when we were dating. She preferred the easy access it allowed me to slip my hand under her dress and into her panties. That seemed so long ago. I searched the room looking for other clues. There was also a tag in the trash can that looked like it had been recently clipped off of a new dress. Not finding any other clues, I realized I could look up her credit card online. Sure enough, there were a number of purchases on Wednesday that had just posted. $75 at Victoria's Secret, $180 at Macy's and about $9.00 at Walgreens. I almost got sick at my stomach when I imagined her activities of the previous day. New underwear, new dress and a dozen condoms. Oh, and don't forget she smelled heavenly with the new perfume. I sat in the living room and looked at the clock until my emotions came down a little. I got back on the computer and looked up the showing times for the movie. 7:45 was the start time so that meant it would probably run until about 9:30 to 10:00 pm. Allowing for no hanky-panky, she would be home around 10:30 or so at the earliest. That is, if she actually went to a movie. I went online and checked the story plot. I would casually ask her questions about the movie and find out if she was actually at the movie or not. I felt better that I had a plan of action at least. I had a couple more beers and fell asleep on the couch watching a documentary. "Hi honey, wake up, I'm home!" Donna burst through the front door, click, clicked her heels across the tile floor and reached down to kiss me. God, did she smell good. It wasn't just the perfume, there was a musky female scent mixed in with the perfume that would arouse a dead man. I glanced at the clock. It was 11:45. I noticed her lipstick was smudged before she kissed me. Still groggy I stood up and asked. "So how was Mr. Hemmingway?" "Still overweight, smokes cigars, and a little suicidal. The movie was really good. I thought Owen Wilson pulled it off really well and I don't usually care for him." I felt a wave of relief realizing she really had seen the movie. "So where did you go for dinner?" "Oh we went over to Morton's steak house. Tom loves the New York strip there and wanted me to try it. It was wonderful. Overall, it was a really good time. Tom is a good guy. Some woman will be lucky to get him." "So when did the movie let out. Seems like you were late getting home." "Oh, you really are jealous aren't you! Look, I'm going to put all my cards on the table. Dating is not just about sex, it's about fun and talking and spontaneity. I do not intend to FORNICATE with anyone." she said with emphasis. "It's harmless fun and I know that I have a terrific husband." I felt much relieved after she told me that but I just had to know. "So what did you buy at the Walgreens yesterday?" "Oh my god, you are SO jealous! And you were spying on me!" After a moment she said "I guess I have been torturing you haven't I? Well if you must know, I picked up some feminine products. Anti-itch cream, if you must know. My privates have been itching lately." She said as she swiveled her hips over to me and molded her body to mine. "Got enough energy left to do me?" I pulled her to me and inhaled her perfume in my nostrils as I kissed her check and slowly moved my kisses up to her earlobe. I heard her breathing quicken as she responded to my touch. As we kissed, I reached my right hand around and unzipped her dress while I killed the light switch with my left. We stood in the half-darkness for several minutes feeling each other's bodies like it was the first time, her new red dress puddled at her feet. We broke apart finally and Donna whispered in my ear, "let's get in bed." I stripped off my clothes completely. Donna removed her bra first and then sitting on the bed rolled her stockings down. She scooted up into bed wearing only her new panties. Noticing me looking at her panty area, she asked, "Like 'em? I bought them just for you. Liar," I said as I slowly reached up and hooked my fingers into the waistband to pull them down off her. She compliantly raised her hips to help me while she chuckled at my accusation. Moving my face between her legs, I inhaled her wonderful female smell. God, she smelled good; a mélange of clean skin, and perfume and female musk. But no semen smell. I guess I just had to know that she hadn't been fucked. After a delicious period of foreplay, I moved up and eased into her female wetness. We held each other quietly while I moved rhythmically inside her body. Donna's arousal was building with every stroke and soon started to make small keening sounds. I stopped my movement and kissed her, she moved her legs around me resting her ankles behind my knees. I raised back a little off of her and asked, "Did he try anything?" "Not... really," she breathed. "It was actually a little disappointing that he... he... didn't try much of anything. I almost felt unappreciated." "What do you mean, not really?" "Well, at dinner, he slipped his shoe off and very slowly slid his toe up my leg. It tickled at first but then it felt good and then it gave me this tingle. It's nothing really, he was just testing the waters." "And how wet was the water?" "Wet I'm afraid. I started really lubricating. My panties were so wet." I stroked in and out a few times and then asked, "So what else happened?" "Nothing really, not even much for a first date. After the movie, I kissed him once. And that... that was it." "French kiss, or kiss your brother kind of kiss," I inquired. "Kind of in between, open mouth but not much saliva swapping." Donna's breath was coming in gasps now, very much aroused. I couldn't determine what was exciting her more, me pushing into her or her little confession. "I'm glad you didn't fuck him. I couldn't have taken that. Promise me you won't fuck anybody but me and promise me you won't keep any secrets no matter what. Lying would be worse somehow." "Worse than what?" she asked in a breathy halting voice. "Worse than fucking somebody else. I would rather you confess something really bad than lie to me about even something small." "I can't lie to you. At least not while we're like this with you inside me. I just couldn't." Her head tilted back, her eyes rolled up and then... "Oh... Oh... oh... oh, oh, ee, ee, eeee!" I spurted into her and we held tightly, both convulsing together. After about a couple minutes, I eased out and moved over onto my back next to her. Donna's breathing slowly returned to normal. We fell into the complete sleep of sated lovers. Chapter 2 The next day at work, I got a call from Donna. "Hi lover, got plans for the weekend?" "Actually, I've been too busy to think about it." "Well think about it, it's already Friday morning. How about tomorrow we drive out to that winery we used to go to and poke around in antique shops or something?" "That sounds really great but remember, I promised your dad I would help him with that yard work project? And on top of that I have two hours' worth of book work I need to get done." "Always working. Oh well, I guess you won't mind Tom taking me to the winery then." she said defiantly. "I was telling him about it at work and he was very interested in going. He says he's a recovering wine snob. Don't worry, we'll be back before dinner time. And besides," she said in a sultry low voice, "nobody gets into my panties until the fifth date. I'm old fashioned that way." I was mildly jealous, thinking about her going to my favorite winery with this Tom guy. But then I realized there was a hidden benefit. The last time she went out with him she came home very horny and I certainly reaped the benefits. I played along. "So define 'getting into my panties' for me. Does that mean just heavy petting or an hour of hard pounding you into the headboard?" "Well that depends on how the date goes, how good looking he is and how many glasses of wine I've had. It's kind of a point system," she giggled. "So take me for instance. You've said I'm handsome and we've had about a thousand dates. So maybe two glasses of wine would do it?" I asked. "I think that would be a sure thing sweetie" she laughed. "What time will you be home tonight?" "Leaving early believe it or not. Why don't we pick up some fish at St. Mary's and watch an old movie tonight?" "Not exactly painting the town red, but at least it's a plan. I have a couple errands to run but see you around 5:00." "OK, bye." I replayed the conversation with my wife in my head. Something dawned on me then. When we were first dating, I remember we had sex for the first time on about the 5th or 6th date. I couldn't remember exactly. Maybe she did have a five date rule. I got home around 4:00 and Donna wasn't home yet so I decided to open a bottle of wine. A dry Riesling should pair with the fried fish I planned to pick up. While I was in the kitchen, I opened the drawer looking for the corkscrew and noticed Donna's day planner. I glanced at today's date and noticed an appointment for her at her gynecologist. That's funny that she told me she had an errand and not a doctor's appointment. Oh well, probably nothing, I hope there's nothing wrong with her that she is keeping from me. Her sister had suffered with endometriosis and so I hoped it was just a regular check-up. I left for the fish fry and upon returning home pulled into the driveway right behind Donna. Coming into the doorway from the garage I called out "Hi babe, how was your day?" I had startled her and she seemed to be hiding something in a paper bag behind her. I didn't bring attention to it and nonchalantly offered her a glass of wine. "Sounds great hon, just pour it and I'll be right back." She disappeared into the bathroom and returned sans paper bag. The evening passed uneventfully. Friday's we were both usually tired and a little laid back. Before you know it we both fell asleep with the movie on. I woke up around midnight and quietly got out of bed to turn the TV off. Then I thought about the paper bag again and went into the bathroom. I opened the drawers one by one and saw nothing unusual. Then I went through the linen closet. Still nothing until I ran my hand behind a pile of towels and there was a paper bag. I pulled it out and looked inside. What the fuck? There was a package of Nuva Ring. I've seen it advertised on TV and know what it is. Why was she getting birth control? It certainly wasn't for my benefit since I had a vasectomy after the birth of our second child. The answer was inescapable. She was planning on having sex with someone else. I wanted to scream and run in and kick her out of bed. I wanted to get in my car and go find Tom and beat the hell out of him. But what I did was put the paper bag and its contents back where I found it. Then I went back to bed but didn't actually fall asleep until I had worn myself out thinking about it. Jealousy burned in me but I found myself getting hard thinking about it and then I got angry at myself for feeling turned on. Saturday morning I woke up and Donna was already out of bed making coffee. I got up and went down for a cup myself. "Hi sleepy head. You sure slept in." she said. "Yeah, I didn't sleep very well. Lot of things on my mind." "You worry too much. Have more fun, worry less." She smiled and left the kitchen to go take her shower. I looked at the clock. Crap! It was already 9:15 and I had promised her dad I would be over by 9:30 or 10:00. I will have to get moving. As soon as Donna got out of the shower, I jumped in and before I knew it I was leaving. And I was angry with myself for not confronting her. I told myself I would get it in the open tonight. By 3:00 PM I was exhausted. Manual labor is no longer my cup of tea. I said goodbye to Donna's dad and arrived back home by 3:30. I didn't expect Donna to be home yet and she wasn't. Moving around the house I snooped like I was in someone else's house. I checked the bathroom and the paper bag was missing. I went into the bedroom and didn't find anything of note except the smell of perfume was still faintly in the air. I went back to the study and did some work. Eventually the garage door made its clackety sound and I realized it was 5:00 o'clock already. The car door slammed and soon, I heard her tennis shoes bounding up the stairs toward me. "Hi honey, I'm home," she called out as she came toward me. Whoops, she seemed a little unsteady. She came up behind me and reached down to nuzzle my neck letting the smell of alcohol fill the air. "That feels nice," I said as she began to massage my shoulders. "Oh yeah, right there," I said to encourage her. She kept on massaging my neck and shoulders for a few minutes and then slowly reached one of her hands down into my shirt and lightly ran her fingers over my nipple. After a few seconds of tickling, she lightly squeezed my nipple without pinching. "What's got into you," I asked. "Well, no one. That's the problem. I'm horny, you're kind of cute, and I've had 4 glasses of wine." That was as good an invitation to sex as a man gets. Being the gentleman that I am, I swiveled my chair around facing her, cupped her breast's in my hands and massaged them while I leaned up to kiss her. She was not wearing a bra. Not that she desperately needed one. Donna was a firm 36 C so she could get by without a bra sometimes. I was a little surprised and turned on to find she wasn't wearing one today. I thought back and tried to remember if she was wearing one this morning before meeting Tom. Damn it, I was too busy to notice. I couldn't remember. We French kissed for a good minute while I administered my massage to her body. Then I stood up and held her hand pulling her into the bedroom. Somehow, my jealousy melted away as I rediscovered how much she desired me. I pulled her onto the bed and squeezed her body tightly to mine. She responded like the horny woman with four glasses of wine in her that she was. After a bit, we pulled back and began to undress each other. She opened my shirt buttons one at a time. I in turn pulled her t shirt off and unfastened her shorts. I pushed her shorts down and she assisted by kicking them off onto the floor. I stood up and pulled the rest of my clothes off . Then while standing over her, I pulled Donna's panties down inspecting her wet vulva. I couldn't help myself, I had to taste between her legs. Spreading her legs apart with my hands, I moved my face against her pussy. My tongue stroked the length of her opening causing a sharp intake of breath from her. For the second time in a week, I was relieved to taste her female scent without the troubling additional smell of semen. She had saved her intimate affection for her husband. We made love like animals in rut. Everything else was forgotten. There was only the now, the moment, the smell of sex. After the heat died down we laid in each other's arms, savoring the denouement. After the climax, reason and logic began to return. I realized that I still needed to confront Donna but did not know how to begin. I was somewhat relieved when Donna began for us. "I hope you won't be mad but I have a little something to tell you." "What's that?" I asked non-committedly. "Tom got a little bit friendly with me today." "Tell me what happened. Remember, I'm your husband and I'll always love you no matter what." "Well I hope so. I didn't mean for anything to happen but we were having such a good time walking that 2 mile nature trail out by the winery. And after that we went to the winery and went through the wine tasting class that they give. We had such a good time. And after tasting about 10 different wines I was feeling really good. So Tom bought a bottle of Vignola's, you know that white wine I like that is just a little bit sweet. So anyway we got a bottle and some bread and had a little picnic there at the winery. We were just lying on a blanket that Tom brought and drinking wine and looking up at the clouds. That's when I complained that my shoulders hurt so Tom started to massage my neck and shoulders. He must have kneaded my shoulders for 5 or 10 minutes until I was like in a trance or something. Then he started to move his hands farther down my chest. He didn't really feel my boobs at first, just halfway down where it felt so good. He asked me if I liked what he was doing and I just said, "Oh don't stop." He must have taken that for a go ahead signal and so he just moved his hands down to massage my breasts and I'm sorry honey but with the wine in me I couldn't say no. He just gently squeezed my boobies for what seemed like an eternity. I got so wet between the legs I wanted to fuck right there. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was weird because our faces were upside down with each other. You know, upside down kissing. Are you mad?" "So you drink too much wine, let him paw on your tits and then French kiss. And now you're feeling guilty and want forgiveness?" "I guess that's it." she said in a submissive tone. "I'm sorry. You know I only love you. My mind only loves you but my body responds when it's stimulated," She apologized. I wanted to be mad at her but I just couldn't because she never held anything back and I could always trust her to tell me the complete truth. She was childlike in her honesty. "What else do you have to tell me?" I asked. "What else?" She let out a big sigh and was silent for a moment. The she began, "Now don't be angry with me. Just listen and hear the whole story before you judge me. I've given this a lot of thought and I've agonized about this for days. I started out thinking I could just date and not have sex, but I started to worry that maybe I couldn't always control every situation. That maybe my brain would say no but my body would say yes. Or maybe I would get date raped or I don't know whatever. So just so you know, I have no intention of having sex with anyone but you. But just to protect us both, I got a prescription for birth control from my gynecologist." I didn't know what to say. I was grateful for her honesty and slightly turned on and yet pissed that she was basically telling me that she didn't even trust herself around another man. I calmly and gently said to her, "Donna, you are the love of my life, the other half that completes me. And I know you love me, you show me every day in some way. But you're telling me you went on birth control in case you fuck some other guy. How do you think I feel right now?" With those words out of my mouth, she started bawling loudly, tears down her checks and she clung to me with a death grip. The poor woman was emotionally a wreck. I held her tightly and consoled her. "I love only you. We'll always be together no matter what. It will work out ok, I know it." Finally I told her "Hey stop it, nobody got killed or anything." "I don't deserve you." she finally blurted out between sobs. We lay together like that until we must have drifted off to sleep. Chapter 3 Sunday morning I woke up early and went to the kitchen for coffee, leaving Donna still soundly asleep. After I had my first cup of coffee in hand, I remembered I had kept forgetting to check the owner's manual for some maintenance questions I had on Donna's car. So I went out to the garage, opened Donna's car door and went through the glove box. To my surprise, I found a very sexy blue bra neatly folded up. What the hell was her bra doing in the glove box. I guess she must have neglected to tell me how she willingly took her bra off to give Tom an easier grab at her boobs. I was feeling rather pissed although it really didn't change any material facts. She had already confessed to letting Tom grope her breasts anyway. What difference did it make? I put the bra back, carefully replacing it as I found it. I then went back into the house and got on the computer to check my email. I started to check my email but then started thinking about the Nuva Ring. I googled it to see what I could find out. Simple, 99% effective and starts working 7 days after insertion. Well I hope she doesn't fuck anybody this week, I thought. Then I started to get extremely hard thinking about her fucking. I visualized her pelvis thrusting up as some guy pushed his fat cock into her feverish out of control body. Get a grip I thought. She's my wife and she's not going to do that and I won't let her anyway. I remembered then that she had written down her passwords in a small book. I pulled it out and found the password for her email. Listening to hear she was still sound asleep I quickly logged on and began to look over her email. There it was. A message from Tdavis @ sbc.com. I opened it up and read. "Thank you for a wonderful day. You don't know how good it makes me feel to be around a good woman again after my divorce. It's been hard for me to trust again but I can tell that you always tell the truth and you have a gentle encouraging way about you. Thank you. As you know, I have a very busy schedule this next week so I won't be able to spend any real time with you. But maybe we could have lunch on Thursday at the little Italian place. Just meet me there a little before noon. I think it best if we drive separately. With fondness." Tom. P.S. Great nips! I felt smug knowing I had Donna to myself this week, well mostly anyway. I logged off, went back to the bedroom, woke Donna up and fucked her silly. She was more than willing. I realized that we had had sex more often in the last week than in the last three weeks previously. We got up and showered in time to make second service at church. By a weird coincidence the pastor had a sermon about sexual purity. It was about how you should never put yourself in tempting situations to begin with. I glanced over and saw Donna squirming a little. The rest of the day we just did stuff around the house and we didn't really speak about anything important. I guess we both needed to think a little. Monday morning rolled around and we dived into the workweek. Both of us were busy with deadlines at our respective workplaces so it was just a week of quick dinners, then off to bed tired. Thursday night when I got home from work, I remembered the email I had surreptitiously read earlier. Donna was home already when I walked into the kitchen. "Hi sweetie, I'm home, how was your day?" "Oh, not bad. I had lunch today with Tom at that little Italian place, Luigi's or Luggi's or something like that. How was your day?" "Well not as interesting as your day. Get your tits massaged or anything?" I asked with more than a little sarcasm. "You can stop it right there mister! When you act disrespectful to me it makes me not want to share with you. I know I went over the line but please don't hold it over me forever." "I'm sorry," I said contritely. "It's just that I couldn't bear to have anyone take you away from me. I love you." "Oh, you do love me don't you." she cooed. "I know I did bad. Would it make you feel better to spank me or something?" She said flirtingly as she turned her rear around to me. "No, just tell me about your lunch." "Well, he really opened up and told me about his marriage. He still loves her and is struggling with a way to try to mend their relationship. I shared some ideas that I thought might help. He's maybe going up to Milwaukee this weekend to see her if she will let him." I began to feel sympathy for him. I imagined myself in his shoes, Donna hundreds of miles away. Feeling another woman's tits would be no substitute for losing my wife. Poor guy. If I knew then the events about to unfold, I would have had much less sympathy for Tom. The next morning at work I got a call from my supervisor that I didn't really want to hear. The bottom line is that there was a big screw up at the Milwaukee plant and it was all hands on deck. A team of six including me would be going to trouble shoot the problem and we would be leaving late this afternoon. I would have just enough time to run home and pack a bag. Crap, I hate when things like this happens. Imagine the irony, both me AND my wife's "date" would both be in Milwaukee. I called Donna to let her know but only got her voice mail. I called 3 more times and same result. Oh well, I guess I could call her from Milwaukee. She wasn't going to be happy though. We had a fight one time over something similar. She thought I should have stood up for myself and not gone. She never understood responsibility. I left her a note and got in my car to head for the airport. About 7:00 PM I'm walking out of the gate at Mitchell Airport when my cell rings. "Did you run off with another woman or did Henderson really send your team to Milwaukee for the weekend?" she quizzed. "No other woman would have me. It was that asshole Henderson alright. And he said I won't be back until late Monday night or Tuesday." "Well, I guess I'll have to find something or someone to keep me busy this weekend," she sighed. "Well it won't be me or Tom since we're both in Milwaukee, sweetie." "Oh that's not quite true." she said. "Tom called a little while ago and said his ex-wife is out of town visiting her mother in Chicago so he won't be going after all. He said she did sound open to the idea of talking. Apparently she is lonely also. So, guess what? I have a date for Saturday night! Now don't be jealous. I promise to not drink anything. I think we both know where that leads. I want to get out and have fun but I'm not looking for any hanky-panky. From the sound of Tom talking about his ex, probably all I'm going to do is hear him talk about her." We talked a little more chit chat and then we said goodbye as I got to the rental car kiosk. Monday morning, we had finally resolved the issue. One of those crazy little simple things that you just don't see until you see it. So anyway, we were all jubilant to wrap it up and head for home. To his credit, Henderson called and said the team had the rest of Monday and all of Tuesday off. See you Wednesday, job well done, blah blah blah. I was back at home and pulled into the garage around 2:00 PM. I came in, dropped my bag in the bedroom and lay down on the bed to rest. I must have dozed off but woke up around 3:30. I got up, poured myself a glass of chardonnay and it was then I noticed two wine glasses and an empty bottle of pinot grigio in the living room. I picked the glasses up to put them in the dishwasher and tossed the empty. My mind started to imagine Donna sitting on the couch with Tom sharing a bottle of wine. I began inspecting the house more carefully, noticing a pair of panties half under the bed. Definitely a slight residue in the crotch. I smelled them but couldn't really detect anything. Still, what the hell were they doing under the bed. I began to feel a burning in my veins. My blood was boiling. I was angry and I was starting to feel aroused at the same time. Lucy's got some splainin to do. I put the panties back exactly where I found them. Then I decided to look the rest of the house over. There was the remains of a used up candle on the nightstand, and a towel in the laundry that smelled like sex. I sat down to wait for Donna to get home. As usual, when she came in the door, my heart beat with joy. She had that way about her of always making me happy to see her. "Hi honey," she said, as she came to me for a heartfelt kiss. "I didn't expect you home yet but that makes it all the better." "It's good to be home'" I said with a lack of conviction. "Oh you must be tired. What can I do to make you feel better? How about you take a hot shower and then I'll love on you. Wouldn't that be good?" "Sounds wonderful," I said as I ambled off to the shower. Later in bed, Donna turned the light off, lit a candle and carried it over to the nightstand. She slipped under the covers with me and it was then I realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. We didn't say anything as she moved her mouth to my body first sucking on my nipples, then lower on my belly and finally she engulfed my rigid manhood into her warm moist mouth. "After 10 minutes of oral attention, she moved up to kiss me full on the mouth and worked her hips back and forth until I eventually slid inside her. She didn't move too vigorously. Mainly, she just held me inside her moving just enough to feel very loved and close to her. I told her, "that feels so nice what you are doing. Did you learn some new technique from your date this weekend?" She lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered, "maybe. Would you be mad if I had?" "Sure I would, well tomorrow anyway. Right now I just like what you are doing to me." "Do you want to know everything that happened or should I just keep my secrets?" I sensed anxiety in her voice. She really was worried what I would think. "You know the rules, Donna. You have to tell me everything with no falsehood of fact or omission." By now she had lowered her body just enough that I could suck on her nipples while she began her confession. "Tom picked me up Saturday night and took me to dinner at Crazy Fish and then afterwards we went to Club Viva to dance. It felt so good to really shake it out on the dance floor. I even danced with two other guys that I knew from our insurance agent's office. Remember Dan and Tim? Anyway by 11:30 I was feeling really good and then a slow song came on and Tom pulled me onto the floor and we just held each other and swayed while the other people danced. "It was so nice. Not as nice as now with you inside me but nice. I kept feeling Tom's cock through our clothes, god it was so hard and driving me crazy. Finally, I realized that I had to get home or I would start doing things I didn't really want to do. So I asked him to take me home. He drove me home and when we got there, I was just feeling really lonely with you gone so I invited him in just for a little bit. I offered him a glass of wine and he accepted." "Is that when you lost your panties under the bed?" "What are you doing looking for my panties?" "Husbands always look for clues of their wife's indiscretions." "I didn't do what you think. We just sat in the living room and talked about our marriages. Well, maybe we did a teensy bit more than just talk." She then rotated her hips and ground her pussy into me as hard as she could. Donna didn't cum yet but she was close. "So what happened then?" "One glass of wine led to two and two led to four. You know what happens with four glasses of wine don't you?" "Go on," I said. "I didn't fuck him," she said defensively. "We were just sitting on the sofa and suddenly I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to feel good again. He was so lonely for his wife. I wanted to be her and love him and take the pain away. It's hard to explain. So we kissed for a long time and just got into the sheer joy of kissing. I was so wet that by the time he slipped his hand under my dress, I wanted him in me. I was craving it. He caressed me for what seemed like an eternity before he finally got the nerve to slip his hand inside my panties and finger me. I came almost immediately. I needed to get off so badly. I wanted to pull him into the bedroom and take off his clothes but ended up we just didn't do it. I can't say why but it just didn't feel right. So instead he used his hand to make me cum several more times. Then later I got some KY out and massaged him till he came. After all that kissing and petting we did, I just couldn't leave him high and dry." "So I guess you learned you're playing with fire." "I guess so," she said somberly. And I also found out he really is a big boy. Not so long but really big around," she said with an impish grin. "You're not really angry with me, are you? After all, I didn't really have sex with him and I've told you the complete truth. Please don't hate me," she pleaded. She lowered her left breast to my mouth, holding it in her hand as if to offer it to me to suckle her in a symbol of submission and love. I took the offered nipple, rubbery and firm and swirled my tongue on it. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she began to grind her pelvis into mine. Together, we grabbed the release we were both reaching for. Her insides flooded with our combined release of fluids. Sometime later as we lay naked under the covers drifting off to sleep, I thought wasn't it funny he had gotten into her panties and it was only the fourth date. Well only the fourth date I was aware of. The next morning, I used my day off to organize and catch up on errands while Donna went to work as usual. I remembered, I had her email password, and I debated should I or shouldn't I. I shouldn't be spying on her since she was honorable enough to tell me the truth about her and Tom. What the hell, I concluded, I paid for this computer and it's mine to use. So after logging into her email account, I looked down the inbox until I found the TDAVIS message I was looking for. "Donna, thank you for such a wonderful time. That was one of the best nights of my life. The only way it could have been better would have been to do it all the way. All day today, I couldn't think of anything but the smell of your body on my face and hands after I left your house Sunday morning. I still have feelings for my wife but if she doesn't take me back, I could do no better than to possess you, if only on a part time basis. I can think of nothing but our next rendezvous." Now I was pissed. He was falling in love with her and it was getting serious. I'm going to put my foot down. I spent the rest of the day distracting myself with mindless tasks. Shoes to the shoe shop, replace light bulbs, sharpened the lawn mower blade, etc. etc. I've been working such long hours, I've gotten way behind on the rest of my life. Yeah that was it. That was the problem. Work had caused me to neglect my life, my wife, Donna. Chapter 4 Donna got home around 4:30 and greeted me with her usual upbeat mood. "Hi honey, I'm home. What did you do all day without me?" she asked. "The usual, I had 6 lines of cocaine and sex with 6 women midgets," I joked. "That would be one line of cocaine per midget. What did you do?" "I saw Tom this afternoon in between his scheduled appointments. They are really running him hard." "Seems to me you were running him hard. Or at least stroking him hard. I think it's time to quit seeing him. We both know where this is going." I softened my voice and said, "I don't want to lose you. You've been building up the courage to have a full-fledged affair with him. It's time to stop now." Donna lowered her head and said meekly, "I guess you're right. I've upset you and I'm genuinely sorry. Please forgive me." I didn't know what to say since I was expecting a fight and instead she capitulated immediately. "Donna, you have to tell him you can't be alone with him. This has gone too far and you are married. You tell me you love me. It's time to prove it." "I will," was all she said. She then patted my chest with her hand and without looking me in the eye, she left to go to the bedroom. I don't know why but I felt like the bad guy in this. What the hell! I'm the wronged party here folks. It's just that Donna is always the most upbeat person and now she is down. And her being down makes me down. I didn't realize until then how much of my happiness is just reflection off of her joy. I spent the rest of the evening apart from her in my study just fiddling around on the computer not really doing anything productive. Finally, I gave it up and went into the bedroom. She was already asleep and I slipped into bed and joined her in an embrace. We did not make love. Wednesday morning, I woke up early and left for work early. We barely spoke as we got ready for the work day. The day went fast for me since I had been out of the office since Friday morning. I had lots of emails and correspondence to respond to. I got frustrated and left early. Being a salaried employee does have its advantages. I got home around 3:30 and of course Donna was not yet home. I piddled around until she came in the door at 4:30. She was not her usual bubbly self. I felt bad like it was somehow my fault even though I knew I had nothing to feel bad about. Eventually, I drew her out and got her to talk about her day while I cooked chicken breast smothered in Italian sauce and cheese and opened a mediocre bottle of Trebbiano. "I talked to Tom today. I told him I couldn't see him anymore. He was devastated but he said he understood. I think his ex-wife is playing with him. I don't think she's going to take him back. I hope I'm wrong but that's my gut feeling about it. He's feeling very lonely right now." "I don't feel any ill will towards him," I said. "I just have to protect my marriage. That's all. And just so you know, I admit you are right about my working too much. How about we go out Friday night and do something fun?" Donna pretended to smile but didn't have her heart in it. "Sounds good, honey. What do you want to do?" "Whatever you want. I'm in." "OK, I'll think of something." and she drifted off to the bedroom to change out of her work clothes while I finished cooking dinner. I called her when dinner was ready and she came out to eat with me. She didn't say anything but when I saw tears running down her face, she didn't have to verbalize to communicate. She was sad to lose the relationship with Tom. Later in the bedroom, after dinner, she asked me, "Did you mean I couldn't date Tom or couldn't date anyone at all?" "You naughty wife!" I blurted out. Didn't you learn your lesson. Get your bottom over here." And I reached for her, turned her over my knee and spanked her good. "I'll be good. I'll be good," she wailed." The spanking seemed to expunge some sin from her. She acted like it was a terrible thing I did to her but, subconsciously, I think she wanted to be physically punished to atone for her behavior. After I unleashed my emotion via my hand on her butt, I pulled her to me and kissed her with passion. She responded with enthusiasm and I felt that I had her back again. We made love sweetly that night. Donna seemed just a bit more submissive that usual. Thursday and Friday went by quickly and as I drove home after work on Friday I reflected on my life. I had it pretty good really. And Donna was really the best part. I determined to make her feel especially wanted when I got home. Pulling into the driveway, I realized Donna was not yet home. It was only 4:00 so she would probably be along any minute. A few minutes later her car pulled into the garage. "Hi sweetie," I said to her when she came into the kitchen through the door from the garage. "How was your day today?" I asked. "Not so good. The partners lost a big case, I screwed up a legal document, and Tom looks so bad he could pass for suicidal." "So his wife isn't being very friendly, I take it." "It's his ex-wife. She's fucking with his head. And he'll be lucky at this point if she doesn't take him back." "Oh," I said. "Guess I didn't have it so bad today." I pulled Donna to me and held my arms around her. She sighed and held me while I caressed her back and shoulders. After a little while, she looked up at me, smiled and said, "I guess I will keep you after all. You always know how to make me feel better. Thank you." I kissed her tenderly on the forehead and said, "I don't know why you do keep me but I'm glad you do." Donna held onto me tightly, burying her head against my chest. The next few days passed uneventfully and slowly we got back into the old rhythm of husband and wife. Donna's mood seemed to improve a little each day and by the end of a week she was almost back to normal. I came home the Thursday following and told Donna, Henderson was sending us back to Milwaukee. Another screw up, this time Henderson was going himself so It didn't look good frankly. Donna was of course disappointed. She said she might give Jill a call and do something. She was obviously not happy at being abandoned for the weekend again. I left for the airport Friday morning as Donna was going to work. We said our goodbye's and I left in my car. Friday went by in a blur and at about 7:00 PM, sitting in my hotel room, I called Donna to say good night. She didn't answer after about 6 rings. Probably in the tub, I thought. She sometimes took a leisurely bath and shaved her legs so could be tied up awhile. At 8:00 I called her back. Still no answer. Same thing at 10:00 and 11:00. I finally left a scathing message that I regretted as soon as I had sent it but it was done and I went to bed. Saturday morning, I got a call from her. "I'm so sorry, I had my phone on mute and forgot to turn it back up. Jill and I went to ladies night at that little pseudo winery with the jazz band. I should have called but we were having fun and I lost track of time. How is everything going?" "Better than I expected. We might finish tonight or tomorrow. Looks like I'll be flying home tomorrow night sometime." "Good, I'm lonely and I haven't had any sex since Wednesday." "Hey, what a coincidence. I haven't had any since Wednesday, either," I joked back at her. How about we get together and fix that problem?" "It's a date." she quipped. "I have to get back to work, sweetie. I'll call you when I have my flight time." We said our goodbyes then and hung up. My mind gradually got back on work and off of Donna. It was about four that afternoon, when my phone rang. It was Donna. "Hi babe, what's up?" I asked. "I'm worried about Tom. I didn't tell you earlier but he wasn't at work on Friday. Suzie, you know the blond attorney you couldn't quit talking to at the Christmas party, ran into me at the dry cleaners. Well she mentioned that she saw Tom and she said he looked like hell. Hadn't shaved and didn't even acknowledge her when she said hi to him. I'm worried about him. He was so sad about his wife and he didn't take it well when I said I wouldn't see him anymore. What should I do?" "I'm no expert, but I guess it wouldn't hurt for you to call him. You could give him the 800 number for your health plan's mental health hotline. He probably just needs someone to talk to." I was thinking he probably just needs someone to fuck also. But I didn't want his suicide on my hands either. Besides, I trusted Donna to call him without getting involved again. Well, mostly. "Thank you for letting me talk to him. I feel so sorry for him." Donna I knew was going to call him right away so we said goodbye after she had promised to call right back after she talked to Tom. Meanwhile, I had about an hour of work to wrap up. The time passed quickly and we finished at 5:30 and headed to the hotel. We had to spend the night since there wasn't a flight until 10:00 the next morning. I realized I should have gotten a call from Donna by now. It was then the phone rang. "Hi babe, how is he?" "Not good, he's really down. We talked for an hour and then his phone went dead. I'm driving over to see him now. I have to make sure he's ok. What else could I do?" "I guess you're right. We can't have him jumping off a bridge, can we?" I said sarcastically. "What are you going to say or do for him?" "That's not funny. He is very wounded right now. I'm going to do whatever it takes to bring him out of the dark hole that he's in." She had spoken in a level serious voice that I rarely heard. Donna could be determined when she wanted to be. "I know you'll do the right thing," I said. "Gotta go, hon. Here's my exit. I love you." "And I love you," I said back in a serious tone. The line went dead and I was alone in my hotel room. Dinner at the hotel was nice. I sat with two of my fellow workers and we mostly talked about work stuff. My mind kept drifting back to Donna and Tom. I wondered how she was doing with him. It was dark out now, so I hope she had talked him into getting some sleep. Instead of getting some Donna. I felt that familiar burn in my veins. After dinner my companions tried to talk me into going to the infamous Safe House for a martini but I begged off. I told them I was tired. I was of course but mainly I just wanted to be alone. I made my way back to my room, kicked off my shoes, plopped on the bed and clicked the remote. I got absorbed watching a movie with Diane Lane and Richard Gere titled "Unfaithful." Perfect, I thought, a movie on cheating while I wonder what my wife is doing right now. I roused myself. Must have fallen asleep. I looked at the clock. It was 11:00 and still no call from Donna. I checked my phone again just to make sure I hadn't gotten any messages. Damn, there were two messages. The first around 6:00 said I need to talk to U. The second, around 6:30 said, C U tomorrow. I wondered what was going on. Well I guess whatever it was, Donna could handle it. I texted to her Can U talk. After ten minutes had gone by, I realized I was not going to get an answer tonight. She was probably at home asleep anyway by now and I didn't want to wake her up. She hated to answer the phone after she went to sleep. I got up and got a drink of water, took a good long pee and then hit the sack. It would be ok in the morning I told myself. It was not ok in the morning. Chapter 5 I woke up around 7:00 and headed for the shower. It was still a little bit too early to call Donna, even though I was dying to know what was going on. I was out, shaved and dressed by 7:30 and decided to call. The phone rang until I got the recorded message and hung up. Damn the luck, she was probably in the shower about now. I texted a message to her "call me" and went downstairs for breakfast. I ordered the Belgian waffles with two eggs on the side. Breakfast of champions, I thought. I finished, tipped the waiter 20%, and headed back to my room. I called Donna again. Still no answer, so I began to worry. It was now 8:30 and I had to pack and run for the airport to catch the 10:00 am flight. The next 30 minutes were a blur as I threw stuff in my bag, checked out and caught a taxi for the 10 minute ride to the airport. I did the self-check in and was soon moving through the TSA line. By 9:30 I was at the gate just as the boarding call began for group A passengers. I was group C so had about 5 minutes to call Donna. She answered on the third ring. "Hi honey she said," in a subdued tone. "Hi, how is everything going?" "Under control. Tom was just an awful wreck. I think he might have done something really bad if I hadn't got to him when I did. Thank you for letting me go to him." "Of course. I wouldn't want anything ugly to happen. So what happened? Oh, wait. I have to go. I'm boarding now. I'm glad everything is ok and I'll see you when I get home. I love you." "I love you," she said. "I hope everything's ok." "What do you mean?" "I'll tell you when you get home." "Why can't you tell me now?" "I stayed in bed with Tom last night. I ... I thought it was the only way to make sure he was safe. Are you mad?" "We'll talk when I get home," I said as I walked down the ramp to my waiting plane. Although only an hour and a half, it was the longest flight I've ever been on. I replayed the conversation with Donna in my head about a hundred times. She said she stayed in bed with him, she didn't say she had sex with him. Maybe not a big difference to some but it was important to me. I remembered back to when we were first dating in college. I think it might have been our second or third or fourth date, she stayed overnight in my apartment and we cuddled together under the blankets until we fell asleep. We never did more than kiss but it was one of the best nights of my life. It was the night I fell in love with her. We shared secrets about our innermost desires and fears. I loved her so much back then. And I still do. Eventually my flight touched down in St. Louis and I headed for the shuttle to the long term parking lot. Forty-Five minutes later, I was pulling into my driveway. It was about 1:00 and I was hungry. But more than that I wanted to see my wife. Donna's car was gone. I walked into the house from the garage and looked around for a note or anything. No note but I found the sheets in the bedroom wet with sex smell. There was a candle stub left on the nightstand, two wine glasses and some of her clothes strewn around the room. A blind man could reconstruct this crime scene. I sat on the bed and held my head in my hands. I felt sorry for myself for being so stupid to allow Donna to "date" in the first place. It's true that men and women can't be friends. They were made to mate with each other. I then started to feel a little bit sad for Donna. Wonderful, bubbly Donna was so distraught and ashamed she couldn't face me. That's the only reason she isn't here waiting for me. I dialed her. "Hello," she answered. "Are you home yet?" "I'm home alright." My answer told her I knew what she had been up to last night. "Do you want me home? Or should I just stay away?" she asked quietly. "Home. I want you home." "OK, I'll be there in twenty minutes or so." I was tired so I kicked off my shoes, moved the covers over and lay down on my bed. I stayed over on the side that wasn't too wet although somehow it seemed the entire mattress had been permeated with wet sex juice. It didn't seem to matter as I tried to compose the words I would say to Donna. But nothing seemed to come to me. I couldn't find the words. After an eternity I heard the garage door open and a minute later, I heard her walking into the kitchen. She called out my name and I answered, "I'm in the bedroom." She must have grimaced at that. Returning to the scene of the crime. She came into the bedroom and without saying a word, stood by the doorway facing me with her head down. Without hesitation, I got up from the bed, walked over to her and pulled her gently into my arms. I began to nuzzle her neck and kiss her cheek as she silently dripped tears down her face. I sighed and then she sighed. We both started to speak at once, and then I said "you first." "I was bad." "Maybe," I said non-committedly. "Why don't you just tell me what happened." "I think you can see what happened," she said with a sharp tone. "Do I have to spell it out?" "I just want to know what happened, Donna. Now tell me about last night." She sat on the edge of the bed and began her account. "I don't know what to say. I went over to his house and at first he didn't even want to talk to me. I made him open up and he let me in. So then we just talked about how sometimes life sucks and I told him he was just in a rough patch but it would get better. I hugged him and he said thanks that really made him feel better that maybe somebody cares. I told him lots of people care but I just happened to be the one here with him at the moment. "That got him talking about how he doesn't do good with women and now he's lost his wife and me the only two women in his life that he thought were special to him. Then he started to cry in my arms like a baby. Finally I told him, that's it mister, we're going. You're coming over to my place and I'm going to fix us something to eat. So I made him get in my car and we came home." "Well, I can pretty much see what happened then. Where do we stand Donna?" "Like I told you. Tom was so depressed, I just did everything I could think of to cheer him up. I fixed us dinner with a glass of wine. I thought that would help. That made him feel a little better, and then I suggested we stay up and watch old movies. That sounded good to him but then I suggested he needed to bathe first, and shave." So I filled the tub with hot water and told him to get in. He just took off his clothes and got in the tub. He seemed to relax in the water and just lay his head back and closed his eyes. That's when I collected his clothes and put them in the washer. I came back in and he was still in the tub so I knelt down and told him to lean forward. I soaped up a washcloth and began to scrub his back. I just wanted him to feel loved and cared for. After he finished bathing and shaving, I put him in our bed and he fell asleep. It wasn't about sex. He just needed to be cared for and loved. I tidied up things a little and then I decided I was tired and wanted sleep. I took a shower first, then dried off and slid in bed next to him. It just seemed so natural. Almost like I was sliding into bed with you. I spooned up next to him and fell asleep. We didn't have sex until this morning. I woke up first and just snuggled up to him to keep warm. I tickled his back and gently rubbed his body. Eventually he woke up and whispered "thank you" to me. I just squeezed him tight and told him "you're welcome." After a few minutes he rolled over on his back, pulling me towards him with his arm. I instinctively reach my arm over his body and stroked his chest and stomach. We just lay like that for the longest time, touching and holding each other. I was dying to know if Tom was aroused so I accidentally on purpose moved my hand down lower till I found his erection in my hand. "Someone's feeling better," I said to him. He smiled and yawned, then rolled over on top of me. He pinned my arms down and kissed my neck and nuzzled against me. At first I told him we shouldn't be doing that but he wouldn't let me up. He lay between my legs holding me down and he kept both of my arms pinned over my head. I couldn't do anything at that point except let him have me. It was torture to feel him loving my body and knowing I would have to tell you about it later. I'm sorry," she said in her little girl voice. "Sounds like he forced himself on you." "Maybe. I think maybe I wanted him to though. Kinda like if he forced himself on me, it wouldn't be my decision. Then I wouldn't have so much guilt." "Then why do you feel so guilty?" "Because I've been a naughty, naughty girl," she said as she looked slyly up at me. "Oh, you've been naughty all right. The question is what to do with you." "You could hold me and love me. Then we can go from there," her little girl voice offered. I moved over to her facing her where she sat on the bed. Not saying a word, I pushed her shoulders back pinning her to the bed. I looked her over deliberately taking my time to inspect her body up and down. Reaching down under her dress, I slid her panties down her ankles, pulling them off. Kneeling on the floor in front of her I gently pulled her knees apart and leaned forward, inspecting her matted pubic hair. Strangely, the thing I had most feared didn't really upset me. Instead, her messy wet pussy lips looked beautiful at that exact moment. The strong scent between her legs seemed to tell me that not only had she fucked Tom, she had enjoyed it immensely. I licked my tongue on her clitoris, tentatively at first, then with more pressure. Donna didn't say anything, but her breathing quickened just a little. I then lapped slowly up and down the full length of her sex opening, letting my hands push her legs apart with more force. She groaned and moved her legs far her back against her body. I licked her up and down several more times as she started to pant. Abruptly then, I stood up, unbuckled my pants, kicked them off and went for it. I was so hard at this point and she was so wet I went right in. I pounded hard into Donna, letting my anger at her and erotic feelings express themselves all at once. After about ten strokes, I came in her, adding my semen to her lover's earlier deposit. "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eeeh, OOHHHH!!" she screamed as I filled her opening. We stopped motionless then, looking into each other's eyes, wondering what was happening, where was our relationship headed. After a moment, I laid down on her kissing her softly at first, then more needy, then softly stopping. I held her and we didn't move, afraid to change the moment, afraid to lose something. The moment of intimacy passed. I quipped, "Well, I see he didn't stretch you too much." "It wasn't for lack of trying. Damn thing was really big," she fired back. "Liar, I bet he's four inches, tops. And besides, if he was that big you'd be too sore for sex with me." "Sweetie, know that I love you like no other, but his cock was huge and I have personally never had one that big inside me. I felt filled up like I've never felt before. And for the record, I WAS sore. It's just that I would never turn you down, especially not now, not after last night..." as her voice trailed off. "Hey, want to go get some ice cream?" I asked. She looked at me strangely. Then tearing up she said, "Yes." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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Here we are with another favorite Erotic Storie My wife went on a date by CrazyForAll Published on 09-17-2017 12:05 AM Number of Views: 6618 7 Comments Things were very tame for most of my married life until we had an event at a friend’s cabin, then things opened up a little for us. My wife Judy and I are in our early forties and very much enjoyed our time together. I had to go away on business which was normal except this time we had some tickets to a show that my wife was really looking forward to seeing. I made arrangements for my buddy Greg to take my wife and she was very happy to be going. Greg was a single guy and came over often during baseball season so my wife was very comfortable with him. I spoke to Judy about an hour before she was leaving to Greg’s place. He lived much closer to the theater so it was decided she would meet him there to change and take one car. It was also decided they would eat at a restaurant walking distance to the theater because the valet parking at the restaurant would hold the car for free. Greg sent me many texts teasing me about how he was going on a full date with my wife. I had dinner at the hotel restaurant before returning to my room to work. While I was waiting for my food, I got a text from my wife with the caption “having a wonderful dinner date” and it included a picture of the two of them sitting very close together that must have been taken by their server. My wife was wearing my favorite black dress and showed lots of cleavage. I responded with “your dinner date gets full cleavage, nice for him” and that was followed shortly with “he is buying dinner, he should get something”. I was in my room working when I got the next text. Judy said the show was awesome and they were going back to the restaurant for a drink and to get the car. Ninety minutes later I got a text saying they got back to his place and she was going to change and head home. She asked if I would still be up when she got home because she wanted to chat. As I was typing my response, I got a picture from Greg of Judy standing there in her dress looking at her phone. I changed my response to “That is a great picture that you let Greg take.” Judy responded, “I didn’t let him, he just took them.” He sent me two more that were similar except in the last one I could see two glasses of wine and Judy was posing. He sent a message with them that said “I told her I sent the picture to you to make you jealous. She laughed and said you should have never let us go on this date.” I didn’t respond right away and I soon I got another picture of Judy facing away from Greg as she looked over her shoulder at the camera.” This was followed by a similar one but she was hiking her skirt and she was laughing. I didn’t know how to respond until I got a message from Judy that said, “What do you think?” I responded, “The one with your dress hiked is very sexy. His idea or yours?” She responded, “His idea. He was pushing for more. Changing in the washroom now.” I asked “What are you changing into?” and she said “do you want a picture? Ha ha ha”. I waited for a moment then sent back “yes. lots.” About ten minutes later, I got another picture from Greg and it was Judy standing in the kitchen sipping her wine wearing a blouse and jeans, looking all proper. There were two more candid shots and both of them had Judy looking at the camera talking. I figured it was Greg trying to convince her to let him take more pictures. I was totally distracted by the messages and stopped working. Greg sent a picture of Judy looking at the camera with her blouse untucked and a few buttons undone, giving a hint of her black bra. Over the next ten minutes a few select pictures came in with the last one of Judy standing in her jeans facing Greg holding an almost empty wine glass without her blouse. Greg added “OMG she is hot. Never expected this.” I responded with “It is almost like a real date when you buy someone dinner and drinks. Haahaahaa.” There was nothing for a few minutes and I got a picture of Judy in the kitchen still in her jeans and her bra eating something with a full wine glass next to her on the counter. When nothing came for ten minutes, I figured it was over but then I got a picture of Judy looking at the camera smiling with her hands on her jeans buttons. Three pictures later Judy was without her jeans. The last picture was her facing away from the camera showing her thong that she wore so there would be no lines with her dress. I sent a message to Judy saying “you look great. Your pictures are making me horny.” I didn’t expect her to respond because she didn’t have her phone in the pictures but a few moments later she replied “I made him take his pants off if he wanted me to take my pants off. He is also excited.” I responded with “not surprised. Are you horny?” She didn’t respond right away and said “yes, drunk and horny. He is in the washroom now. He told me he would sleep on the sofa when he poured us more wine.” I was about to respond when I got a text from Greg that said, “Don’t worry, your wife won't drive home tonight.” I sent back “Good to know. Is she sleeping on the sofa or are you going to share your bed?” A few seconds later he replied, “do you mean give her my bed or sleep with her?” Instantly I sent back, “Either is fine.” I then sent a response to Judy saying “how horny are you? Are you horny enough that you want him to make you orgasm?” There was a delay then I received, “OMG, are you serious? I am drunk and very horny.” I didn’t respond. About five minutes later I got another picture of Judy standing there in her bra and thong sipping wine. The next one she was facing away from the camera unclipping her bra followed by a picture of her facing the camera covering her tits with her hands then uncovered. The last one Greg sent was her in a full-frontal nude. Nothing happened for a few minutes then my laptop rang. Judy had started Skype video. The image was blurry and moving all over the place at first until it settled on the sofa. Judy put her finger to her lips and then went away. For a long time, nothing happened until Judy sat down on the sofa wearing her blouse. She played with the TV remote. I got a text on my phone from Greg saying “We are done taking pictures. We are going to watch a little TV. I still don’t know what you meant by your last message.” I didn’t respond and three minutes later I watched Greg sit next to Judy with only boxers on. I could hear them talking but the TV was louder. Judy stood up and left and a few moments later she returned with her wine. When she sat down, she was closer to Greg. They chatted for a few moments and then Greg got up and returned with his camera. They took a selfie with their heads together and a few seconds later it popped up on my phone. I didn’t respond and it was obvious they were waiting for the response. When it didn’t come, Judy opened her top a little and they sent another picture. Judy took a sip of her wine and then leaned forward and put it on the table. When she sat back, Greg leaned over and kissed her and put his hand under her blouse. She turned and accepted his attention. He leaned her back a little and started kissing her tit. It wasn’t long before they were both naked and she laid down on the sofa and he was on top of her with her legs around him. I watched him slowly pump her as I started to play with my hard cock. It wasn’t long before he came and I came. He got up and left and Judy stood in front of her phone, blew me a kiss and turned off the TV then the Skype video. I didn’t hear from them the until the next

I propose to administrators and members of cuckold Fart the pulicacion of stories in Spanish and Portuguese based on our common tastes ... Similar to these. Cuckold storie in portuguese Despedida de solteira Oi, eu sou a Andreia tenho 28 anos e sou Portuguesa, casada á um ano e este é o meu primeiro conto como casada aqui no vosso site tenho outros como solteira e ainda muito nova mas essa fase já passou. Sou morena, 1,72cm, 62kg olhos castanhos e cabelo preto, e um corpo muito bem feito cheio de curvas e sem gorduras.Este conto começa 1 mês antes do meu casamento quando umas amigas minhas me convenceram a efectuar uma festa de despedida de solteira. Combina-mos num sexta-feira á noite e fomos jantar fora e ver um strip masculino para no fim irmos a uma discoteca dançarmos um pouco.O jantar correu bem, a conversa claro foi homens umas a convencerem-me que estava a tomar a decisão certa outras pelo contrario a me tentar convencer a não casar pois com tanto homem ai á solta para que nos restringirmos a um apenas. Saímos do restaurante e fomos ver o strip, claro que estava já tudo com uns copos de bebida a mais e por isso um pouco desavergonhadas, começou o strip e umas gritavam outras chamavam os stripers uma loucura no local, antes de sair tive direito a um privado com um dos stripers mas nada aconteceu a não ser ele roçar seu pau todo por mim mas como ia casar não estava a fim de trair o meu noivo e por isso não deu em mais nada. Quando cheguei á sala estava a dançar um negro com um pau enorme e grosso embora ainda não estivesse teso fiquei fascinada mas tentei que ninguém notasse.Quando saímos para a discoteca ouve duas amigas minhas que ficaram no strip e que iam ter connosco mais tarde. Na discoteca estava tudo bem até que chegam essas amigas muito sorridentes a dizer que tinham convidado alguns dos stripers para virem ter connosco á discoteca. Uma hora depois chegaram e começaram a dançar connosco mas o negro não veio o que me deixou mais descansada pois com a bebida não sei se ia aguentar resistir aquele deus negro. No fim da noite quando saímos cada uma foi para sua casa menos eu e uma amiga (Joana) pois eu ia dormir em casa dela, ela estava com um dos stripers e fui com eles no carro para casa durante o caminho eles não paravam de perguntar se tinha gostado, se não queria que chamassem alguém para passar a noite comigo pois só estávamos os três e ninguém saberia, se tinha gostado de algum amigo dele, mas eu disse sempre que não estava interessada. Quando chegamos a casa ele foi telefonar a alguém para ver o vir buscar mais tarde e eu fui tomar um duche e para a cama. Estava deitada e não parava de ouvir os sons de sexo que vinha do outro quarto, o que me deixou bastante excitada e desperta sem sono nenhum quando oiço baterem á porta. Como ninguém foi abrir me levantei e fui abrir a porta, quando abro a porta estava o negro enorme com um grande sorriso e um ramo de flores só com uma lingerie masculina que mal cobria o seu sexo. Para que ninguém no condomínio o visse nesse estado mandei entrar e ele claro foi-me logo agarrando e me be ijando. No principio resisti um pouco mas naquela altura não dava mais me deixei levar para o quarto, ai ele tirou a minha camisa de noite e me beijou da cabeça aos pés me deixando louca de tesão por ele, então pedir para chupar o seu pau o que ele sem perder tempo mo encostou na face dando-me leves pancadas com aquele pau enorme e negro quando o ia segurar ele proibido-me de o fazer dizendo apenas que usasse a boca e a língua. lambi a glande tinha uma cabeça enorme mas brilhante tentei chupa-lo mas com o tamanho que tinha e sem a ajuda das mão era uma tarefa impossível por isso limitei-me a lamber aquele pau enorme, foi quando ele me segurou a cabeça e me forcou a boca para enfiar o seu pau de inicio foi cuidadoso mas quando já me estava a acostumar ao tamanho dele na minha boca ele forcou mais um pouco o que me deixou um pouco agoniada mas a tesão era tanta que o meu objectivo era apenas que ele se viesse na minha boca mas então ele parou e me disse que queria comer a minha boceta , me pegou ao colo deitou-me na cama e começou a chupar-me com tanta força que tive um orgasmo logo ao fim de umas duas ou três chupadas ai ele se posicionou e começou a esfregar seu pau na minha boceta, e eu pedia que ele o metesse dentro mas ele disse-me que queria que eu pedisse mais alto e mais alto para que a minha amiga e o amigo dele ouvissem, eu naquele momento não queria saber de mais nada e pedi, ai ele enfiou logo metade de uma vez o que me provocou muitas dores mas não importava pois o que eu queria mesmo era que ele ma fodesse até mais não poder foi assim que aconteceu por uns 30 minutos o que me fez vir ai umas 5 vezes ai ele tirou e eu pedi que o enfiasse de novo o que ele fez para se vir dentro de mim. Deixando ele murchar dentro de mim, quando nos separamos estava o amigo dele a filmar tudo e a minha amiga a mamar em seu pau. Agradeci e disse-lhe que foi a melhor foda da minha vida, mas ele logo de seguida disse-me que ainda não tinha acabado comigo e que como er a a minha despedida eu tinha que ir para o meu casamento sem que me faltasse nada ai se levantou e mandou-me limpar sue pau com minha boca pois não gostava de sentir o cheiro de boceta de puta branca no seu pau. Eu chupei, lambi com o amigo dele a filmar o seu pau começou a crescer e ai ele mandou a minha amiga se posicionar pois queria foder sua boceta o que ela fez logo de seguida ele a fodeu nesse mesmo instante sem dó nem piedade fazendo-a gritar de dor e prazer vindo-se dentro dela ai me mandou beber o seu leite directo da boceta da minha amiga, o que com o tesão que tinha não me custou fazer quando estava a chupar senti seus dedos na minha boceta o que adorei pelo espelho do quanto podia ver os seus dedos na minha boceta e a sua mão a acariciar seu pau enorme, ai ele se aproximou e enfiou a cabeça de novo na minha boceta e de uma só vez enterrou o seu pau em mim fazendo-me gritar de dor. Eu pedi que o tirasse pois nessa posição estava doendo muito e ele parou deitou-se na cama e mandou-me cavalgar no seu pau o que eu adorei pois assim controlava a penetração quando estava tendo mais um orgasmo ele me segurou pela cintura me forcando a enterrar todo o seu pau em mim e ai senti a o pau do seu amigo no meu Cu pedi que não o fizesse e o seu amigo foi junto da minha amiga enfiando o seu pau na sua boceta e deu uma três estocadas voltou a retirar colocou-se atrás de mi e o enfiou no meu Cu com a ajuda da lubrificação de minha amiga, gritei chorei por volta de uma hora até os dois se virem dentro de mim ai se levantaram e saíram sem se despedirem. A minha amiga me pediu desculpa pois não sabia que ia ser assim e ficamos as duas a chorar naquela cama onde tínhamos sido bem fodidas. Cuckold stories inspanish Relatos Eróticos Poza Rica Mexico 16 de febrero de 2016 · Mi esposa que es morena clara, alta, cuerpo escultural a pesar de tener 43 años, con cara muy parecida a María Félix, pechos grandes, pezones grandes, nalgas muy pronunciadas, piernas súper torneadas y siempre deseada por hombres y por mujeres y eso lo digo porque cuando salimos roba las miradas de mujeres y hombres ya que también se viste muy escotada, con minis o pantalones entallados, yo soy moreno claro, mido 1.78, cabello corto, bien dotado, ojos negros, pompudo y cuerpo normal, no gordo ni flaco y tengo 41 años. Aquí les traigo mi relato, les pongo la primera parte para quien no lo haya leído y la segunda parte va abajo y también va la parte donde no me había contado lo que hizo con mi amigo en la recamara, así que es mejor que lo lean todo... Resulta que desde hace más o menos como 8 años que le dije a mi mujer que tenía una fantasía y que esa era de verla coger con otro a lo que ella me miro como con decepción y desagrado, a la vez que me decía que estaba loco y bueno ahí lo deje, quiero comentarles que después se lo propuse en muchas ocasiones, sin lograr resultados, antes vivíamos en la Ciudad de México y hace como seis años nos venimos al estado de Guerrero, bueno voy al grano. Hace como dos meses me fui a una reunión a la playa que esta como a 5 kilómetros de la casa y estuve con unos políticos, cuando ya era tarde me fue a dejar un amigo a la casa y resulta q como mi esposa vende cerveza pues le dije a mi amigo que si quería unas a lo que accedió y como era de confianza entro al pasillo de la casa, cuando entro salió mi esposa y lo saludo pero vi en ellos una mirada coqueta a los dos, entonces nos sentamos los tres en el pasillo y bebimos ya hasta tarde a lo que el se fue pero si pude percibir como el no dejaba de mirarle las piernas y sus nalga cada que se levantaba mi esposa por cerveza ya que traía un mini negra y una blusa azul que dejaba ver casi la mitas de sus grandes pechos. A la siguiente semana salí de nuevo pero cuando llegue a la casa como a las 9 de la noche mi amigo estaba platicando con ella y los dos bebiendo cerveza, entonces me dijo mi amigo donde andas te estoy esperando, lo salude y le pedí una cerveza a mi esposa, vi nerviosismo en ellos y eso me éxito mucho entonces bebimos hasta tarde y entonces ya más tomado le dije a mi amigo oye te gustan las piernas de mi esposa y el respondió si eso y todo de ella, entonces mi esposa se sonrojo pero no se molesto, entonces empecé a decirle a mi amigo que si le gustaría tocarla a lo que el como que dudo y mi esposa solo se quedaba callada, el le tomo la mano y le dijo ya esta tomado mejor me voy y se fue pero al próximo fin de semana regrese de trabajar y estaban los dos de nuevo cheleando, pero afuera en el pasillo y en todas esas ocasiones mi hijo adolescente no se movía de ahí donde estaban ellos hasta que yo llegaba se iba al centro con sus amigos, entonces cuando mi hijo se fue cheleamos e insistí a mi amigo que si quería tocarla y esta vez fui más lejos y le dije que si se la quería coger y el solo se quedaba callado, posteriormente mientras transcurría la noche se prendía la situación y entonces me levante de junto a mi esposa y le dije a mi amigo que se sentara con ella, a mi me sorprendió como mi mujer no decía nada y solo se reía muy eróticamente a pesar de que mi amigo no es guapo ni mucho menos con un cuerpo deseable pero en fin el se sentó, mi esposa traía una minifalda beige y una blusa escotada hasta medias chichis, y le dije a mi amigo que le tocara sus piernas, entonces para que se animaran me hice el dormido ya que estaba muy tomado, entonces el se animo y empezó a tocarle las pierna y ella no decía nada, entonces el se acomodo de lado y la tocaba solo que no podía ver muy bien porque según estaba dormido y veía muy poco o por partes, también oía como se secreteaban, en una de esas que abrí bien los ojos vi como se estaban besando y el tenia toda su mano de bajo de la minifalda y ella le tocaba su verga por encima del pantalón a lo que me prendió bastante pero de nuevo cerré los ojos y escuche como mi esposa le dijo no quieres entrar al baño y supongo que se hicieron señas a lo que el contesto que si y se metió a la casa y ella me movió y me decía tony tony y yo según muy pedo entonces ella se metió y emparejo la puerta de modo que si yo entrara o alguien se escucharía el ruido de la puerta, lo que paso adentro se los cuento al final por que no vi yo nada mi esposa me lo dijo después pero ya se imaginaran, por que a la mañana siguiente mi esposa me hizo el amor como pocas veces y estaba toda chupeteada de sus tetas. Y les cuento que después de tanto insistirle tanto que me contara que hicieron adentro ella y mi amigo, ella me conto que cuando yo me quede bien borracho a lo cual yo me estaba haciendo y por eso no pude ver nada solo el hecho de que mi amigo le metiera las manos de bajo de su minifalda y que se besaran, me comento mi esposa que le dijo que si quería entrar al baño a lo que el de inmediato se metió al baño y entonces ella verifico si estaba yo bien borracho y se metió a la casa dejando una emparejada la puerta con una piedra para poder oír cuando yo entrara, a lo que se dirigió a la recamara donde mi amigo la estaba esperando, me cuenta ella que inmediatamente se empezaron a besar muy cachondamente por un rato y ya que estaban bien calientes el le empezó a meter las manos de bajo de la falda y a meterle sus dedos en su panocha jugosa, mientras ella le agarraba su verga por fuera del pantalón y ya más calientes ella le saco su verga, mientras el le mamaba sus pechos, después de un rato de dedeadas a su panocha rica y de que ella le masturbara su verga el empezó a bajar hasta su panocha y se la empezó a mamar haciéndole a un lado su pantaleta, a lo que ella accedió, quitándolo para quitarse su pantaleta y esconderla de bajo de la cama para que el le mamara bien, después de una buena mamada, el se levanto y se besaron de nuevo a lo que ella se puso de rodilla y le empezó a dar una buena mamada como solo ella las sabe hacer, mientras el la agarraba de su cabeza para metérsela hasta dentro de su boca, posteriormente se volvieron a besar apasionadamente, ella me cuenta que ya estaba súper mojada de tanta excitación y en eso el le dijo que si se la metía y ella le dijo que no aunque si lo deseaba pero que en la casa no que mejor se la mamara de nuevo, claro todo esto con la adrenalina al full de que yo entrara, posteriormente como ya estaba bien excitada el se levantó y la empezó a besar y le dijo que solo se la iba a poner en su panocha, entonces ya besándose y ella sintiendo su verga rosando su pepita ella le pidió que se la metiera antes de que se arrepintiera que ya no aguantaba más a lo que el de inmediato se la ensarto de un solo golpe y empezaron a moverse y a agasajarse mientras se la ensartaba hasta adentro, después de un rato la empino y se la volvió a meter hasta que le hecho toda su leche adentro. pasaron como dos semanas y mi esposa no me contaba nada de lo que había pasado adentro y yo pues le preguntaba y ella no me decía nada y eso me provocaba excitación pero también muchos celos y coraje ya que se supone la intención era que ella me iba a contar todo Pero lo que viene esta mejor, después de algunas discusiones con mi esposa por que no me contaba y yo le exigía que me dijera ella estaba como dudosa de como reaccionaría yo bueno logre que me dijera que se besaron y la toco de todo el cuerpo pero por encima de la ropa y que ella le toco su verga también por encima, entonces vio que me excite mucho y terminamos cojiendo con mucha pasión y en ese momento le dije que cuando mi hijos se fuera de vacaciones lo harían pero que yo quería ver a lo q accedió y me emocione y excite mucho. pasaron dos semana y en cuanto mi hijo se fue esa misma noche le hable a mi amigo y llego con dos botellas de tequila y esta vez nos sentamos en la sala, mi esposa se puso otra minifalda muy cortita de color negro y una blusa pegada y muy escotada, entonces bebimos, platicamos y pusimos reglas con el entonces después de unos tequilas les dije pues cuando quieran, entonces mi esposa estaba en la hamaca a lo que el se levando de la sala y se sento a lado de ella y la empezó a besarla enfrente de mi yo tenia mi verga paradisima y se besaban como lobos en celo, despues de algunos besos el le metio la mano de bajo de la falda y ella le empezo a agarrar su verga y se cachondeaban mientras yo veia como disfrutaban a mi hermosa mujer, posteriormente se levantaron y se dirijieron a la recamara a lo que yo los segui y ella me miro con una cara de excitación y complicidad que no podia disimular, entramos y el se empezo a desnudar y ella se quito la blusa y quedo solo con la minifalda y el brasiere y el se subio y la besaba, lo que me sorprendio fue que resulta que mi esposa no traia pantaleta yo eso es por que ya sabia lo que pasaría, entonces le empezo a mamar su panocha y yo me desnude y me sente a un costado de la cama y en eso mi esposa que me hace una señal con su mano y le acerque mi verga y me la hagarro y me dijo huy esta calientisima y en eso se la metio en su boca mientras mi amigo le mamaba su panocha jugosa y ella me mamaba la verga con esos labios carnosos, despues el se acerco a su cara yo me quite y la empezo abesar y vi como se acomodaba para metersela en si verija mientra ella le ayudaba y fue cuan se la clavo toda y empezaron a moverse por un bue rato mientras jadeaban y yo con mi verga dura dura, despues la empino y se la clabo de nuevo mientras me mamaba la verga, despues ella nos pidio que se la metieramos los dos por la verija, a lo que accedimos yo me acoste mientras ella de espalta se acomodaba y se la clave y despues senti como el la metia tambien por el mimo hoyo y epezamos a cojerla rico, despues de un rato el se volvio a subir ensime de ella y nos turnabamos por raton para metersela mientras ella gosaba y tenia multiples orgasmos, hasta que quedamos exaustos, el se fue y nos quedamos cojiendo mi esposa y yo muy excitados. 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I propose to administrators and members of cuckold Fart the pulicacion of stories in Spanish and Portuguese based on our common tastes ... Similar to these. Cuckold storie in portuguese Despedida de solteira Oi, eu sou a Andreia tenho 28 anos e sou Portuguesa, casada á um ano e este é o meu primeiro conto como casada aqui no vosso site tenho outros como solteira e ainda muito nova mas essa fase já passou. Sou morena, 1,72cm, 62kg olhos castanhos e cabelo preto, e um corpo muito bem feito cheio de curvas e sem gorduras.Este conto começa 1 mês antes do meu casamento quando umas amigas minhas me convenceram a efectuar uma festa de despedida de solteira. Combina-mos num sexta-feira á noite e fomos jantar fora e ver um strip masculino para no fim irmos a uma discoteca dançarmos um pouco.O jantar correu bem, a conversa claro foi homens umas a convencerem-me que estava a tomar a decisão certa outras pelo contrario a me tentar convencer a não casar pois com tanto homem ai á solta para que nos restringirmos a um apenas. Saímos do restaurante e fomos ver o strip, claro que estava já tudo com uns copos de bebida a mais e por isso um pouco desavergonhadas, começou o strip e umas gritavam outras chamavam os stripers uma loucura no local, antes de sair tive direito a um privado com um dos stripers mas nada aconteceu a não ser ele roçar seu pau todo por mim mas como ia casar não estava a fim de trair o meu noivo e por isso não deu em mais nada. Quando cheguei á sala estava a dançar um negro com um pau enorme e grosso embora ainda não estivesse teso fiquei fascinada mas tentei que ninguém notasse.Quando saímos para a discoteca ouve duas amigas minhas que ficaram no strip e que iam ter connosco mais tarde. Na discoteca estava tudo bem até que chegam essas amigas muito sorridentes a dizer que tinham convidado alguns dos stripers para virem ter connosco á discoteca. Uma hora depois chegaram e começaram a dançar connosco mas o negro não veio o que me deixou mais descansada pois com a bebida não sei se ia aguentar resistir aquele deus negro. No fim da noite quando saímos cada uma foi para sua casa menos eu e uma amiga (Joana) pois eu ia dormir em casa dela, ela estava com um dos stripers e fui com eles no carro para casa durante o caminho eles não paravam de perguntar se tinha gostado, se não queria que chamassem alguém para passar a noite comigo pois só estávamos os três e ninguém saberia, se tinha gostado de algum amigo dele, mas eu disse sempre que não estava interessada. Quando chegamos a casa ele foi telefonar a alguém para ver o vir buscar mais tarde e eu fui tomar um duche e para a cama. Estava deitada e não parava de ouvir os sons de sexo que vinha do outro quarto, o que me deixou bastante excitada e desperta sem sono nenhum quando oiço baterem á porta. Como ninguém foi abrir me levantei e fui abrir a porta, quando abro a porta estava o negro enorme com um grande sorriso e um ramo de flores só com uma lingerie masculina que mal cobria o seu sexo. Para que ninguém no condomínio o visse nesse estado mandei entrar e ele claro foi-me logo agarrando e me be ijando. No principio resisti um pouco mas naquela altura não dava mais me deixei levar para o quarto, ai ele tirou a minha camisa de noite e me beijou da cabeça aos pés me deixando louca de tesão por ele, então pedir para chupar o seu pau o que ele sem perder tempo mo encostou na face dando-me leves pancadas com aquele pau enorme e negro quando o ia segurar ele proibido-me de o fazer dizendo apenas que usasse a boca e a língua. lambi a glande tinha uma cabeça enorme mas brilhante tentei chupa-lo mas com o tamanho que tinha e sem a ajuda das mão era uma tarefa impossível por isso limitei-me a lamber aquele pau enorme, foi quando ele me segurou a cabeça e me forcou a boca para enfiar o seu pau de inicio foi cuidadoso mas quando já me estava a acostumar ao tamanho dele na minha boca ele forcou mais um pouco o que me deixou um pouco agoniada mas a tesão era tanta que o meu objectivo era apenas que ele se viesse na minha boca mas então ele parou e me disse que queria comer a minha boceta , me pegou ao colo deitou-me na cama e começou a chupar-me com tanta força que tive um orgasmo logo ao fim de umas duas ou três chupadas ai ele se posicionou e começou a esfregar seu pau na minha boceta, e eu pedia que ele o metesse dentro mas ele disse-me que queria que eu pedisse mais alto e mais alto para que a minha amiga e o amigo dele ouvissem, eu naquele momento não queria saber de mais nada e pedi, ai ele enfiou logo metade de uma vez o que me provocou muitas dores mas não importava pois o que eu queria mesmo era que ele ma fodesse até mais não poder foi assim que aconteceu por uns 30 minutos o que me fez vir ai umas 5 vezes ai ele tirou e eu pedi que o enfiasse de novo o que ele fez para se vir dentro de mim. Deixando ele murchar dentro de mim, quando nos separamos estava o amigo dele a filmar tudo e a minha amiga a mamar em seu pau. Agradeci e disse-lhe que foi a melhor foda da minha vida, mas ele logo de seguida disse-me que ainda não tinha acabado comigo e que como er a a minha despedida eu tinha que ir para o meu casamento sem que me faltasse nada ai se levantou e mandou-me limpar sue pau com minha boca pois não gostava de sentir o cheiro de boceta de puta branca no seu pau. Eu chupei, lambi com o amigo dele a filmar o seu pau começou a crescer e ai ele mandou a minha amiga se posicionar pois queria foder sua boceta o que ela fez logo de seguida ele a fodeu nesse mesmo instante sem dó nem piedade fazendo-a gritar de dor e prazer vindo-se dentro dela ai me mandou beber o seu leite directo da boceta da minha amiga, o que com o tesão que tinha não me custou fazer quando estava a chupar senti seus dedos na minha boceta o que adorei pelo espelho do quanto podia ver os seus dedos na minha boceta e a sua mão a acariciar seu pau enorme, ai ele se aproximou e enfiou a cabeça de novo na minha boceta e de uma só vez enterrou o seu pau em mim fazendo-me gritar de dor. Eu pedi que o tirasse pois nessa posição estava doendo muito e ele parou deitou-se na cama e mandou-me cavalgar no seu pau o que eu adorei pois assim controlava a penetração quando estava tendo mais um orgasmo ele me segurou pela cintura me forcando a enterrar todo o seu pau em mim e ai senti a o pau do seu amigo no meu Cu pedi que não o fizesse e o seu amigo foi junto da minha amiga enfiando o seu pau na sua boceta e deu uma três estocadas voltou a retirar colocou-se atrás de mi e o enfiou no meu Cu com a ajuda da lubrificação de minha amiga, gritei chorei por volta de uma hora até os dois se virem dentro de mim ai se levantaram e saíram sem se despedirem. A minha amiga me pediu desculpa pois não sabia que ia ser assim e ficamos as duas a chorar naquela cama onde tínhamos sido bem fodidas. Cuckold stories inspanish Relatos Eróticos Poza Rica Mexico 16 de febrero de 2016 · Mi esposa que es morena clara, alta, cuerpo escultural a pesar de tener 43 años, con cara muy parecida a María Félix, pechos grandes, pezones grandes, nalgas muy pronunciadas, piernas súper torneadas y siempre deseada por hombres y por mujeres y eso lo digo porque cuando salimos roba las miradas de mujeres y hombres ya que también se viste muy escotada, con minis o pantalones entallados, yo soy moreno claro, mido 1.78, cabello corto, bien dotado, ojos negros, pompudo y cuerpo normal, no gordo ni flaco y tengo 41 años. Aquí les traigo mi relato, les pongo la primera parte para quien no lo haya leído y la segunda parte va abajo y también va la parte donde no me había contado lo que hizo con mi amigo en la recamara, así que es mejor que lo lean todo... Resulta que desde hace más o menos como 8 años que le dije a mi mujer que tenía una fantasía y que esa era de verla coger con otro a lo que ella me miro como con decepción y desagrado, a la vez que me decía que estaba loco y bueno ahí lo deje, quiero comentarles que después se lo propuse en muchas ocasiones, sin lograr resultados, antes vivíamos en la Ciudad de México y hace como seis años nos venimos al estado de Guerrero, bueno voy al grano. Hace como dos meses me fui a una reunión a la playa que esta como a 5 kilómetros de la casa y estuve con unos políticos, cuando ya era tarde me fue a dejar un amigo a la casa y resulta q como mi esposa vende cerveza pues le dije a mi amigo que si quería unas a lo que accedió y como era de confianza entro al pasillo de la casa, cuando entro salió mi esposa y lo saludo pero vi en ellos una mirada coqueta a los dos, entonces nos sentamos los tres en el pasillo y bebimos ya hasta tarde a lo que el se fue pero si pude percibir como el no dejaba de mirarle las piernas y sus nalga cada que se levantaba mi esposa por cerveza ya que traía un mini negra y una blusa azul que dejaba ver casi la mitas de sus grandes pechos. A la siguiente semana salí de nuevo pero cuando llegue a la casa como a las 9 de la noche mi amigo estaba platicando con ella y los dos bebiendo cerveza, entonces me dijo mi amigo donde andas te estoy esperando, lo salude y le pedí una cerveza a mi esposa, vi nerviosismo en ellos y eso me éxito mucho entonces bebimos hasta tarde y entonces ya más tomado le dije a mi amigo oye te gustan las piernas de mi esposa y el respondió si eso y todo de ella, entonces mi esposa se sonrojo pero no se molesto, entonces empecé a decirle a mi amigo que si le gustaría tocarla a lo que el como que dudo y mi esposa solo se quedaba callada, el le tomo la mano y le dijo ya esta tomado mejor me voy y se fue pero al próximo fin de semana regrese de trabajar y estaban los dos de nuevo cheleando, pero afuera en el pasillo y en todas esas ocasiones mi hijo adolescente no se movía de ahí donde estaban ellos hasta que yo llegaba se iba al centro con sus amigos, entonces cuando mi hijo se fue cheleamos e insistí a mi amigo que si quería tocarla y esta vez fui más lejos y le dije que si se la quería coger y el solo se quedaba callado, posteriormente mientras transcurría la noche se prendía la situación y entonces me levante de junto a mi esposa y le dije a mi amigo que se sentara con ella, a mi me sorprendió como mi mujer no decía nada y solo se reía muy eróticamente a pesar de que mi amigo no es guapo ni mucho menos con un cuerpo deseable pero en fin el se sentó, mi esposa traía una minifalda beige y una blusa escotada hasta medias chichis, y le dije a mi amigo que le tocara sus piernas, entonces para que se animaran me hice el dormido ya que estaba muy tomado, entonces el se animo y empezó a tocarle las pierna y ella no decía nada, entonces el se acomodo de lado y la tocaba solo que no podía ver muy bien porque según estaba dormido y veía muy poco o por partes, también oía como se secreteaban, en una de esas que abrí bien los ojos vi como se estaban besando y el tenia toda su mano de bajo de la minifalda y ella le tocaba su verga por encima del pantalón a lo que me prendió bastante pero de nuevo cerré los ojos y escuche como mi esposa le dijo no quieres entrar al baño y supongo que se hicieron señas a lo que el contesto que si y se metió a la casa y ella me movió y me decía tony tony y yo según muy pedo entonces ella se metió y emparejo la puerta de modo que si yo entrara o alguien se escucharía el ruido de la puerta, lo que paso adentro se los cuento al final por que no vi yo nada mi esposa me lo dijo después pero ya se imaginaran, por que a la mañana siguiente mi esposa me hizo el amor como pocas veces y estaba toda chupeteada de sus tetas. Y les cuento que después de tanto insistirle tanto que me contara que hicieron adentro ella y mi amigo, ella me conto que cuando yo me quede bien borracho a lo cual yo me estaba haciendo y por eso no pude ver nada solo el hecho de que mi amigo le metiera las manos de bajo de su minifalda y que se besaran, me comento mi esposa que le dijo que si quería entrar al baño a lo que el de inmediato se metió al baño y entonces ella verifico si estaba yo bien borracho y se metió a la casa dejando una emparejada la puerta con una piedra para poder oír cuando yo entrara, a lo que se dirigió a la recamara donde mi amigo la estaba esperando, me cuenta ella que inmediatamente se empezaron a besar muy cachondamente por un rato y ya que estaban bien calientes el le empezó a meter las manos de bajo de la falda y a meterle sus dedos en su panocha jugosa, mientras ella le agarraba su verga por fuera del pantalón y ya más calientes ella le saco su verga, mientras el le mamaba sus pechos, después de un rato de dedeadas a su panocha rica y de que ella le masturbara su verga el empezó a bajar hasta su panocha y se la empezó a mamar haciéndole a un lado su pantaleta, a lo que ella accedió, quitándolo para quitarse su pantaleta y esconderla de bajo de la cama para que el le mamara bien, después de una buena mamada, el se levanto y se besaron de nuevo a lo que ella se puso de rodilla y le empezó a dar una buena mamada como solo ella las sabe hacer, mientras el la agarraba de su cabeza para metérsela hasta dentro de su boca, posteriormente se volvieron a besar apasionadamente, ella me cuenta que ya estaba súper mojada de tanta excitación y en eso el le dijo que si se la metía y ella le dijo que no aunque si lo deseaba pero que en la casa no que mejor se la mamara de nuevo, claro todo esto con la adrenalina al full de que yo entrara, posteriormente como ya estaba bien excitada el se levantó y la empezó a besar y le dijo que solo se la iba a poner en su panocha, entonces ya besándose y ella sintiendo su verga rosando su pepita ella le pidió que se la metiera antes de que se arrepintiera que ya no aguantaba más a lo que el de inmediato se la ensarto de un solo golpe y empezaron a moverse y a agasajarse mientras se la ensartaba hasta adentro, después de un rato la empino y se la volvió a meter hasta que le hecho toda su leche adentro. pasaron como dos semanas y mi esposa no me contaba nada de lo que había pasado adentro y yo pues le preguntaba y ella no me decía nada y eso me provocaba excitación pero también muchos celos y coraje ya que se supone la intención era que ella me iba a contar todo Pero lo que viene esta mejor, después de algunas discusiones con mi esposa por que no me contaba y yo le exigía que me dijera ella estaba como dudosa de como reaccionaría yo bueno logre que me dijera que se besaron y la toco de todo el cuerpo pero por encima de la ropa y que ella le toco su verga también por encima, entonces vio que me excite mucho y terminamos cojiendo con mucha pasión y en ese momento le dije que cuando mi hijos se fuera de vacaciones lo harían pero que yo quería ver a lo q accedió y me emocione y excite mucho. pasaron dos semana y en cuanto mi hijo se fue esa misma noche le hable a mi amigo y llego con dos botellas de tequila y esta vez nos sentamos en la sala, mi esposa se puso otra minifalda muy cortita de color negro y una blusa pegada y muy escotada, entonces bebimos, platicamos y pusimos reglas con el entonces después de unos tequilas les dije pues cuando quieran, entonces mi esposa estaba en la hamaca a lo que el se levando de la sala y se sento a lado de ella y la empezó a besarla enfrente de mi yo tenia mi verga paradisima y se besaban como lobos en celo, despues de algunos besos el le metio la mano de bajo de la falda y ella le empezo a agarrar su verga y se cachondeaban mientras yo veia como disfrutaban a mi hermosa mujer, posteriormente se levantaron y se dirijieron a la recamara a lo que yo los segui y ella me miro con una cara de excitación y complicidad que no podia disimular, entramos y el se empezo a desnudar y ella se quito la blusa y quedo solo con la minifalda y el brasiere y el se subio y la besaba, lo que me sorprendio fue que resulta que mi esposa no traia pantaleta yo eso es por que ya sabia lo que pasaría, entonces le empezo a mamar su panocha y yo me desnude y me sente a un costado de la cama y en eso mi esposa que me hace una señal con su mano y le acerque mi verga y me la hagarro y me dijo huy esta calientisima y en eso se la metio en su boca mientras mi amigo le mamaba su panocha jugosa y ella me mamaba la verga con esos labios carnosos, despues el se acerco a su cara yo me quite y la empezo abesar y vi como se acomodaba para metersela en si verija mientra ella le ayudaba y fue cuan se la clavo toda y empezaron a moverse por un bue rato mientras jadeaban y yo con mi verga dura dura, despues la empino y se la clabo de nuevo mientras me mamaba la verga, despues ella nos pidio que se la metieramos los dos por la verija, a lo que accedimos yo me acoste mientras ella de espalta se acomodaba y se la clave y despues senti como el la metia tambien por el mimo hoyo y epezamos a cojerla rico, despues de un rato el se volvio a subir ensime de ella y nos turnabamos por raton para metersela mientras ella gosaba y tenia multiples orgasmos, hasta que quedamos exaustos, el se fue y nos quedamos cojiendo mi esposa y yo muy excitados. 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It is exciting, the way to blackmail, coerce, induce his employee to give his wife to the boss for fear of losing his job and the way the boss and his wife enjoy it. Coercion (MF, voy, nc, blkmail) by Hardy ([email protected]) *** An employee of a company is caught by his boss embezzling money. He is offered a choice, make restitution or go to jail. But the boss wants more than just money, he wants sex with the man's wife as part of the deal. *** I work as a comptroller at a small manufacturing company. I had started in the accounting department, and, over a period of five years I moved up in the dept. to my current position. However, in spite of increases in salary, I was consistently spending more that my income. A lot of this was attributed to my wife's spending habits, but I was partly to blame, as we enjoyed a comfortable life style. Nevertheless, we probably could have managed if it were not for my wife's lavish expenditures on clothes. Sharon certainly dressed well, from the bottom up, expensive lacy lingerie, the latest style in dresses, jackets, shoes, etc. She did have good taste; she was a striking woman to begin with, and the clothes she wore complimented her beautiful figure. Her tall figure, her attractive face, her firm breasts, a slim waist blending into full rounded hips and ass, and long lovely legs which she showed off to advantage, turned the heads of many men. I know she enjoyed the attention she received, and she was well aware of the effect that she had on the men that she would come in intact with, but she was modest, and never indulged in anything more then harmless flirting. Sharon never had love affairs before we were married, and she was very circumspect after we were married. She was never unfaithful, so I never complained about the attention she received from other men, or the amount of leg that she showed. There were several times when she had to repel the advances of some man who was attracted to her, and who wanted to carry the relationship beyond a social one. She let them down gently, but made it clear that she did not stray in her marriage. My boss Steve, who had a reputation as being a womanizer, had attempted on more that one occasion to add her to his list of conquests, but was gently but firmly rebuffed in his attempts to seduce her. By hearsay, not many women refused his advances, and that was understandable, as he was an attractive man, and in addition had a lot of clout as the firm's owner. There were rumors to the effect that he had used coercion on some female members of the firm, as well as the wives of employees. There were also rumors that he sported a cock of considerable proportions. In any event, I think that he was frustrated be his inability to add my wife to his list of conquests. It was only recently that at an office party, Steve had asked my wife to dance, and during the dance, was trying to hold her too close, and also made known that he found her irresistible, and wanted to arrange a rendezvous. Sharon became angry with him and refused, but Steve said that this might change. On the way home, Sharon told me what had transpired, and said that she was tired of his advances, and this time she had told him off. Well. I said, "Don't make him too angry; remember that I work for him, just try to be nice to him. "What do you mean be nice to him? Do you want me to fuck him?" "Absolutely not," I said. "Just try don't piss him off." "Alright, but I don't want him pawing me." Once again we had another discussion regarding all of our money that she was spending on clothes. I told her that I just couldn't keep up with her expenditures-that we were maxed out on all our charge cards, plus financing our trips, the mortgage, car payments, loans, etc. She said that she would try to do better. What I did not tell her -- was what I had done to try to keep us financially afloat. As comptroller of our company, I had access to a lot of cash, including a large slush fund, and I had steadily and consistently taken monies out to cover some of our debts. I had shifted money around to cover this, and I intended to pay it back before an audit caught the shortfall. It was a major worry for me, and I was in constant fear of discovery. I had already begun to pay money on our charge cards, and on our loans, but we had to be more economical. Anyway, an invitation arrived from my boss Steve, inviting Sharon and I to join Steve and his wife Ann for dinner at their place on Sat. My wife did not want to go, but I said that we had to go, as this was part of the job. She was very sulky about this right up to Sat. On Sat. we bathed and began to get ready for dinner. I always enjoyed watching my wife get dressed, as she did now, beginning with her sheer stockings attached to a lacy garter belt, then adding on sheer white panties with flared legs, followed by a matching bra, and a lovely white half slip. She did her face and then was about to put on a black dress, at which point I was aroused and attempted to embrace her. I wanted her and there was still time, but she rebuffed me, saying, "I am not going to get messed up before we leave, so you will have to wait till we get back from dinner." We arrived at their spacious home, and were ushered into their large living room where we had cocktails, Steve making sure that our glasses remained full. Finally Ann announced dinner, which was very enjoyable, and served with wines. After dinner we adjourned to the living room where Steve had set up a table for bridge. We began to play and more drinks were served, to the point where Sharon and I were feeling no pain, but Steve persisted in seeing that our glasses were full. At one point Sharon was wiggling around and looked flushed, and I wondered what was wrong with her. Well, I didn't have to wonder very long, for when I bent over to retrieve a card that had fallen, I saw that Steve had a hand on my wife's leg, attempting to push up her dress. I was shocked and gulped my drink. Ann seemed oblivious as to what Steve was attempting, even though Sharon was still flushed and moving her hand down to stop Steve. Well, finally the came was over and we got comfortable, me in an armchair, and Sharon and Ann on the sofa. Soon Ann said that she was tired and said goodnight and left. Then I said that we should be going, but Steve would not hear of it, and added to our drinks. My wife looked at me and gave a sign about leaving. The drinks finally got to me, and I fell asleep in my chair. Soon I was awakened by my wife saying, "No! No!" and calling my name. As I opened my eyes I saw Steve on the couch by my wife, and he was tugging up her dress to her stocking tops, even exposing her naked thighs and garter straps. She was struggling with him, trying to pull her dress down and. I said, "Steve, leave her alone." Steve just smiled and said, "Well, we are just going to have a little talk." "First of all, I know that for some time you have been embezzling money from my company." The blood drained from my face. Steve continued; "Since I have discovered this some time ago, I have been documenting your theft, and I have some pretty good numbers on the amount of money missing. Sharon looked at me aghast and said" is it true?" She could tell by my expression that is was true. Then Steve said, "You are either going to jail, or we are going to reach some accommodation." I said, "What do you mean?" I was really shaking. The thought of legal action and then jail had me terrified. Steve smiled as he continued; "First of all, we will need you to sign a repayment plan, and secondly, I am going to need some co-operation from your wife." I was shocked-we both knew what he meant. I looked at Sharon, and our eyes locked. She exclaimed-"Oh no, I won't do that. I can't give myself to him." She was trembling, and Then Steve said, "It's up to you two, but I'm not going to wait very long for your decision." My wife looked at me again and I said, "I don't know what to say, I don't want that, but I don't want to go to jail." Then Steve said to me, "Why don't you pick up the bottle and take it into the den." I just stood there a moment-then I picked up the bottle. As I did that Sharon said, "You would give your own wife?" I didn't say anything, and looking at her I saw tears in her eyes. Finally I said, "I'm sorry Sharon." She became angry at me for putting her in this position, and she said I would be sorry. I replied that her spending habits were much of the problem. Then, as I started to leave the room with the bottle my wife said to Steve-"If I am forced to do this, then I want you to make him watch what we do-it will serve him right since I don't have much choice. He is not going to get out of this that easy. If I am going to be humiliated like this, he needs to suffer also." Steve smiled, enjoying this dialogue, and knowing he was winning said, "Yes, you stay and watch-I think that I will enjoy your presence, observing what your actions have caused. That will be a real high for me." "Lets begin," said Steve, and he asked my wife to stand up, and after she did he told her to lift her skirt. She hesitated, and then she raised her skirt, and Steve said, "And your slip also." Sharon complied, exposing her legs above her stocking tops. Then Steve said, "Higher." She raised them up higher till her sheer lacy panties were @@@@@@@, and then he again said "higher," and again she complied, pulling up her dress and slip to the top of her panties, her face getting red as she @@@@@@@ herself to him. Then Steve said, "Turn around-slowly." And she did just that, still holding her skirt and slip high, her lovely legs and hips displayed to his gaze-his now very appreciative gaze as he looked at the erotic picture of my now compliant wife, blushing as he looked at her. "Now," said Steve, "take off your dress, slowly," and again my wife complied, pulling down the zipper on her dress, then pulling her dress down and off. Then Steve said "and now your bra." Sharon hesitated, and Steve repeated the order, and finally my wife undid her bra and removed it, exposing her beautiful firm breasts, her face red with embarrassment while Steve looked admiringly at her breasts, enjoying her discomfort. At that moment, his wife Ann appeared at my side. Apparently she had been watching the scene from behind me. I said, "Ann, can't you make him stop!" Ann said, "No, you two caused the problem, and you're going to have to live with the consequences." I said, "What about watching your husband doing this?" Ann said, "I can't control my husband, and besides, I rather enjoy the plight of couples who have to pay up when they do something wrong." I said, "So you've watched this kind of thing before?" Ann said, "Yes, I get a thrill when Steve dominates another couple, and thoroughly fucks the wife." I knew then that there was no way to stop this. Steve was smiling as he looked at me, "I think you need to participate more, and so I would like you to take her panties off and hand them to me." I didn't move till he repeated his order in no uncertain terms, and so I moved up to my wife, and after she had raised her slip up to her waist at Steve's command, I started sliding her sheer panties down over her hips and ass, down her lovely legs to her ankles, taking her panties off with her shoes, and then handing them to Steve. I was humiliated, and so was Sharon, while Steve just looked on with amusement, enjoying our discomfort, and the erotic display of my wife. After he sent me back to stand by Ann, who was also enjoying the scene and our humiliation, Steve ordered my wife to take off her slip, which she did, now standing only in her lacy garter belt, and her sheer stockings. My wife was by turns tearful and angry, but it was clear that she had surrendered, and when Steve ordered her to lie down on the huge sofa, she complied, but she looked at me, her face tearful at first, and then challenging, as she said, "You still can stop this." But when I looked away and said nothing, she just said, "Alright, I'll let him fuck me, and you'll be sorry. I hope you enjoy watching your own wife get fucked by your boss," she said, angry now ."I can't believe you're allowing this to happen to your own wife." Steve was enjoying my humiliation and my wife's surrender, gazing at her breasts and her lovely hips and ass. At this point Steve undressed completely, and when he removed his shorts, a very large and thick cock was @@@@@@@, almost fully erect. My wife's eyes widened and she gasped when she saw this, saying "Oh God, no," and Steve laughed, "Oh God yes." He then moved down beside her, and began caressing her breasts, and then stroking her abdomen and her thighs, finally stroking between her legs, my wife at first rigid, and then, against her will, her body responding to his caresses. He continued stroking her, now her inner thighs to her cunt, her body jerking when she felt his touch there, whimpering now as his fingers took possession of her cunt, invading the moist lips. She turned her head away when he tried to kiss her, refusing to surrender her lips. However, he continued his expert stroking of her breasts and the now moist red lips of her cunt, my wife gasping as he found her clitoris, caressing here till she was groaning. He was steadily overcoming her resistance and her obvious intention of not responding to him. He continued his caresses, his stroking of her body, gradually pushing her legs and thighs open more, her cunt pulling open, my wife was trembling, whimpering now, her body flushed as against her will she was responding to him. Soon it was clear that she was helpless, her legs spreading fully to his pressure against her thighs. She finally surrendered, her arms falling to her sides. The picture that she was presenting was incredibly erotic, her firm breasts, her legs and thighs spread, her wet cunt opening some, compliant now, moaning as he stroked her. Steve felt her surrender, relishing her helplessness now, as he prepared to mount her. He lifted her legs and thighs, encased in her sheer nylons, so that we had a clear view as he raised up, mounting her and directing his cock against the wet swollen lips of her cunt. We could see as he moved his cock up and down the lips of her cunt, moistening the large purple head of his cock. Then he positioned his cock at her entrance and began to push with a steady pressure as my wife's whimpers changing to groaning as she felt herself beginning to stretch to accommodate his entrance into her defenseless cunt. He continued the relentless pressure, stretching her more till finally, with a hoarse cry from my wife, the head of his cock entered her. Slowly he began to push further into my helpless wife, and we could now see her cunt stretched tightly around his cock, Steve moving in and out with short strokes, wetting his cock as he continued to penetrate her deeper with each stroke, my wife wide eyed and moaning with this invasion. Then finally, with one last thrust, he impaled her on his cock. Then my wife cried out and her body began jerking, and her lovely nylon clad legs clamped over his thighs as her trembling body erupted in a powerful orgasm, which took her completely by surprise. I couldn't believe that she had responded in this manner so quickly. Gradually she relaxed, and at that point Steve began a slow deep thrusting into her, his cock shiny with her juices, pulling back each time till the head of his cock was at the entrance of her cunt. He took a long time with her, but finally he began to increase the speed of his thrusts, my wife jerking with each thrust as now her body began to respond. She was flushed, trembling and groaning, as Steve moved her closer and closer to a climax. Finally, with a shrill cry, her orgasm was upon her-crying out again and again as her legs clamped over his thighs, her body jerking, her arms gripping his back. At that moment, Steve's own climax began, as groaning, he erupted into her, gripping her ass as he fully impaled her, spurting into my wife, draining his cock into her, as Ann gripped my arm, her eyes wide with excitement. Well, she said, "How did you like seeing your wife get thoroughly fucked? She really seemed to enjoy it, and I bet you will remember this for a long time." Finally it was over, and I could not believe the way she had responded to his thorough fucking. She was tearful, now lying spread-eagled, her cunt gaping open, their juices visible. I was not aroused, watching her being taken by this stud. I was just humiliated, especially when she had never responded to my lovemaking in this manner. Then my wife slowly got dressed as did Steve, and I said, "We are leaving," taking my wife's arm. Then Steve said, "Oh, one more thing, your wife is 25% of the way to clearing you." I asked, "What do you mean?" And Steve said that meant that my wife was going to entertain him 3 more time before I was all cleared up. I told him to go fuck himself and then we left. * The discussion on the way home was spirited after I noted how much she enjoyed getting fucked by him. She was angry then, and said she couldn't help it, and then she said it served me right, and she hoped that I had enjoyed watching her submission. "Did you enjoy watching another man's cock thrusting into your wife, and emptying his cock into her, and tonight you can be second. Since it is still wet and loose, you won't have any trouble getting in." Then she said, "Yes, I did enjoy being taken like that, being forced to do it because of you. And yes, I will fuck him 3 more times, and I think I'll enjoy it." I was angry and said nothing more. * Well, it did happen, and each time Steve called and said where and when I was to take my wife. The first time it was at his house, and I had to sit with Ann till he was through with her, hearing her cry out as he fucked her. Ann enjoyed listening to her husband servicing my wife. The second time he told me to bring her to his office, and I was told to wait outside. However, I quietly opened the door to observe them. Steve had my wife bent over the desk with her dress and slip around her waist, her sheer lacy white panties pulled down over her garter belt and sheer stockings to her thighs, which were spread for his entry. It was incredibly erotic seeing her like that, more so than if she was naked. His trousers and shorts were at his ankles, and his thick cock was fully erect as he brought it to the entrance of her wet cunt, holding the lips of her cunt open with his thumbs as he began pushing into her. She cried out again as he stretched her and entered her. Then he gripped her hips as he penetrated her, deeper and deeper, till he was fully in her, my wife crying out, and then groaning as he thrust into her powerfully. Finally she cried out as she shuddered, her orgasms shaking her-then Steve groaned as he erupted into my wife. She began sobbing at her submission to him, being taken like that, helpless as her body responded to him. For the first time, I found to my consternation that I was aroused and became fully erect watching him taking her, and thoroughly fucking her as she was bent over his desk. I found out later that other women in the office were aware of what happened, and were thrilled knowing my wife was being fucked by Steve. The third and last time was at our home, Steve taking my wife to our bedroom, and I again observed them as once more he fucked her to orgasm, fucking her powerfully, the noise of their coupling arousing me again. After he left I entered the bedroom where my wife was still on her back with her legs spread. I undressed and quickly entered her, her cunt very loose and wet. I came almost immediately to my wife's amusement, as she now knew that I was very aroused seeing her being fucked by this stud. The other thing was that she refused to take any precautions against pregnancy, saying it was more exciting being fucked while playing what she called Russian Roulette. END

Some husbands become horned involuntarily and with the help of their partners ... here is an erotic story on that subject. Defiled Young Secretary By The Cryptkeeper (WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing r******** and violence offend you.) Kelly Woods needed this job desperately. Her husband, Todd, became another victim of the worst economy since the Great Depression. With only her income now, the newly married couple barely made their rent and car payments. If she lost her job too, eviction from their apartment and repossession of their car threatened to leave them destitute. Fortunately, John Simpson, the owner of Franks and Simpson Marketing where she worked, was a kindly old gentleman who liked her. Although others possessed superior secretarial qualifications, John Simpson took Kelly under his wing because she reminded him of a younger version of his own . Unfortunately, Mr. Simpson suffered a severe stroke one evening. With Mr. Simpson permanently incapacitated, the Simpson Family decided to sell the company to a wealthy young black man named Reggie Johnson, who had made his initial fortune as a drug dealer before subsequently purchasing a number of businesses to launder his money. Reggie had little interest in running the marketing firm -- even though it produced a profit -- and intended on closing the operation and acquiring its real estate. But when he saw the young Kelly Woods with her sapphire blue eyes, flawless white complexion, and red, shoulder length hair, his enormous cock twitched in his pants and his plans changed. She couldn't be more than 19-years-old, Reggie thought. Kelly's petite body sported perfect female proportions. "Hi, what's your name and what do you do here?" Reggie asked Kelly as he wandered up to her desk with his eyes undressing her. Kelly had no idea that a black man like Reggie could possibly afford to purchase the place where she worked and soon become her boss. "Who was this huge Negro who stared at her so strangely? Didn't he see her wedding band? What was he doing here and why was he asking her these questions?" she wondered to herself. Kelly answered Reggie in a snotty tone, "My name is Kelly Woods and I'm Mr. Simpson's secretary". Little did Kelly realize that the huge, intimidating black man she condescendingly spoke to was not only her future boss, but also a black demon. As a black demon, Reggie Johnson harbored deep hatred for white men and sought his revenge on them by forcing himself on beautiful white women. Reggie took great pleasure in spoiling the tight little pussies of young white girls -- especially married ones -- with his gigantic, black baby-maker. What always began as r******** eventually became willing participation by his victims once he expertly fucked them a number of times and forced them to cum on his huge cock. Reggie noticed Kelly's recent wedding picture sitting on her desk and the modest wedding band sparkling on her finger as she nervously shuffled some papers. He knew her type all too well: a young, uppity white bitch who viewed all black men as inferior to her punk-ass, honky husband with his small prick. The naïve young girl remained oblivious to her fate as Reggie fantasized about making the beauty unwillingly orgasm multiple times, initially coercing her body - and eventually her heart - to betray her new husband. With time and careful planning, Reggie intended to get inside his new secretary's panties. As the weeks passed, Reggie learned much about his new secretary and her husband by listening in on her private phone calls at work. Even though Kelly and Todd found themselves in a dire situation, the newlyweds still loved each other very much. But Todd grew increasingly depressed from his inability to find work and their financial difficulties. Reggie also discovered how much Kelly disliked blacks in general, and he in particular, which further galvanized his wicked intentions. In hopes of introducing a little more friction into his secretary's marriage, as well as cutting down on the company's costs, Reggie changed the employee health plan. Among other things, the new medical insurance no longer covered contraceptives. Reggie covered his mouth so Kelly wouldn't hear him chuckle from his office one day when he listened to Todd whine to her on the phone about how infrequently they now had intercourse. The couple couldn't afford to buy enough condoms, nor could they afford to have a child. Reggie carefully devised a plan to r******** his stuck up, white secretary by requiring her to accompany him on a business trip to Chicago in a month when the Super Bowl would be played there. He called his old pal Leroy who owned a cheap motel in the city and reserved a block of three rooms - unoccupied rooms on both sides of theirs would ensure no one heard her struggles. Leroy gladly agreed to assist Reggie in his scheme. "I'm going to need you to come with me on a trip to Chicago in January. Call the Princess Motel at this number and ask for Leroy. Book two rooms - one for you and one for me on these dates," Reggie said to Kelly as he handed her a sheet of paper with all the information on it. Kelly swallowed nervously as she saw that she would have to be gone for four days. She realized the dates encompassed when the Super Bowl would be played in Chicago. "I don't know about this, Mr. Johnson. This is during the Super Bowl. They may not have any rooms available," Kelly said, hopeful that her boss would change his mind. "Go ahead and give Leroy a call. If they don't have vacancy, I'll have to figure something else out. We have some important clients I want to take to the game," Reggie replied. Reggie knew Kelly did not want to travel with him, which only made him want to fuck her more. Kelly called the Princess Motel and spoke with Leroy as instructed. "It sho is your's lucky day, ma'am. You has my last two rooms," the ignorant sounding black voice on the phone said. Kelly's heart sank in her chest. How could she stand being away from Todd for four days? He had been so sad lately; this would only make his depression worse, she thought. Mr. Johnson made her feel so uncomfortable, yet now she needed to travel and likely dine with him during her time away from Todd. Kelly's hopes of somehow avoiding the trip proved futile. Over the next few weeks she entertained the idea of pretending to be sick when the time to leave arrived. But being a seasoned sexual predator, Reggie suspected that Kelly might try to weasel her way out of going with him to Chicago. So Reggie sweetened the deal by informing Kelly that she would earn a $200 bonus for the trip. He also hinted to her the possibility of terminating staff that failed to pull their weight at the firm. As the time for their departure neared, Kelly actually considered quitting her job. She spoke with Todd a few days before the trip and explained, "Honey, I don't like my new boss, Mr. Johnson. Something about him gives me the creeps." "Has he said anything inappropriate to you or made a pass at you?" Todd asked. "No, it's just something about him I can't really explain. I don't want to go to Chicago. I really want to quit my job and find something else," Kelly said. "You can't do that, Kelly. We need the $200 badly and we'll lose everything if you quit. Don't you see how hard it's been for me to find work? There aren't any jobs out there now. Find something else that pays as well first. Maybe you're just imagining things because you don't want to leave for four days," Todd replied. "You're probably right," Kelly answered, deciding to follow her husband's advice rather than her female instincts. Had she quit her job like she wanted, things would have been tough for a while. But the couple would have made it somehow and eventually times would improve. Instead, Todd unwittingly exchanged his beautiful, young and innocent wife to a black demon for a few dollars. Kelly worked late the night before her departure. Mr. Johnson had her running errands all over town most of the day and then a pile of paperwork waited on her desk when she returned to the office in the afternoon. "I need you to finish typing the TCR and Smithfield proposals and then get these modifications sent back to Tyson Corporation. When you complete those tasks, make sure you get the documents in your basket filed," Reggie barked at Kelly. "I want everything caught up before we leave tomorrow," he added. Reggie purposely piled on extra work for Kelly in hopes that if he worked her until exhaustion, she would be too tired to have sex with her husband before leaving for Chicago the next day. He realized the poor girl would be at the office until at least 9:00 pm with the amount of tasks he left for her. At 6:30 pm, Reggie decided to go home. He glanced over at Kelly still busily completing the work he had given her. Reggie felt his cock grow hard as the grotesquely large, black organ anticipated corrupting another innocent, white pussy. Soon the dumb bitch would be unable to stop cumming on his big, black pole, Reggie thought. He couldn't wait to see her delicate pink folds cling to his charcoal stick as she begged him to stop fucking her. Reggie had repeated this scenario numerous times with other married, white women. Eventually all of them succumbed to multiple orgasms and gradually grew addicted to his colossal manhood. None of his victims had ever reported him for r******** because Reggie carefully targeted his sexual prey. He possessed an uncanny ability to read the psychological makeup of women and only selected girls that he knew were too insecure to admit that a huge nigger cock had permanently spoiled them. Kelly definitely fit the required psychological profile and soon Reggie's goliath cock would spoil her tight vagina too. Reggie's plan had worked perfectly. Kelly arrived home at 10:30 pm completely drained. She skipped supper due to her fatigue and went straight to bed as Mr. Johnson expected her to report to work extra early to finish up any last minute details the next morning. Todd snuggled up to his adorable, young wife, gently caressing her soft, red hair. As she lay in bed wearing only a red, silk thong, his hand slowly made its way down her smooth, light skin and began fondling her firm tits. "No, honey, not tonight... I'm too tired. I have to get up early tomorrow," Kelly said as she rolled on her side away from Todd and fell asleep. Todd briefly admired his wife's beauty before he turned off the light. Kelly weighed about 110 pounds and stood 5' 6" tall. Firm and nubile, her 19-year-old body was perfectly proportioned with a tight little ass and perky, breasts. Unfortunately, Todd didn't realize that because of his bad judgment, a black demon would soon feast on his wife's treasures, gradually forcing her body to betray him. Kelly would reluctantly learn to appreciate the greater masculinity and superior race of her boss, who unlike her passive, white husband would take her when he wanted. The next morning, Kelly showered and carefully shaved and waxed her bikini area. Kelly had been a competitive swimmer in high school and began manicuring her genitalia shortly after puberty because she spent considerable time in pools wearing a variety of swimsuits and bikinis. Even though she naturally had very sparse pubic hair due to her youth, she was used to being smooth down there and left only a small strip of short red hair above her vagina. She kept the rest of her private area baby bald as she disliked the itchiness she felt when stubble grew. At work Reggie placed another stack of papers on her desk to complete. Kelly labored diligently throughout the day, taking only one 15 minute break to eat a small sandwich for lunch. Their flight left at 4:30 pm but stopped in Orlando, where they would wait two hours before catching a connecting flight to Fort Wayne and then on to Chicago. ************************************************************************* The black taxi driver who drove Reggie and Kelly from the airport to the motel observed how much the young couple contrasted each other. At 6' 3" tall, Reggie's 250 pound muscular build dwarfed Kelly's toned but petite frame. His dark chocolate complexion made Kelly's fair skin appear snow white in comparison. "Man that nigger is one lucky son-of-a-bitch," the cab driver thought as he correctly guessed that Reggie was going to fuck the young girl at the motel. At 11:45 pm the cab finally brought Kelly and Reggie to the Princess Motel, located in a very bad part of town. The naïve, young housewife wondered why promiscuously dressed women stood in the parking lot so late at night. From the outside, the place appeared like a rundown dump to Kelly. She hoped that the inside accommodations would be better. But then again, she felt so tired that all she really cared about was taking a warm shower and going to sleep. Kelly went to the office to check in while Reggie paid the taxi driver and retrieved their bags. Reggie joined Kelly in the motel office his arms filled with their luggage. Kelly turned to Reggie and distraughtly said, "There seems to be a problem with our reservations. They only have one room available." Reggie saw a panicked look like a caged animal in Kelly's eyes, as she nervously spoke. "What do you mean there's only one room available?" Reggie demanded of Leroy, pretending to be irate over the situation. "We made reservations two weeks ago!" "I is sorry sir. We only has one room available, which I will makes complimentary for you because of the mix up," Leroy answered apologetically while admiring the unsuspecting young beauty. "What a fine piece of ass," Leroy thought. Reggie was the luckiest brother in the world to be getting some of that grade "A", prime white pussy. "I don't think we will be able to find anywhere else for you to stay tonight because of the Super Bowl," Reggie said to Kelly. He turned to Leroy and asked, "Can you check around at some other hotels to see if there's any vacancy for us?" "In the mean time, you'll have to share my room. I'll sleep on the floor," Reggie generously offered to Kelly as he escorted her from the office and to their room, Leroy following with their luggage. The idea of sharing a room with her black boss caused Kelly to feel anxiety similar to what one experiences prior to speaking to a large audience for the first time. But stranded in the bad section of a big city far away from her home, Kelly didn't have much choice. Besides, Kelly knew that Mr. Johnson expected her to be a team player. If she pressed the matter she might anger Mr. Johnson and possibly lose her job. Todd would not understand after he had insisted that she go on this trip with Mr. Johnson in the first place to earn extra money. Kelly tempered her complaint and naively went with Mr. Johnson to their room. The room Kelly and Reggie entered appeared in somewhat better condition than the exterior of the motel. On the go since early morning and having had little to eat for two days, Kelly felt exhausted and famished. Kelly didn't know it, but Reggie had purposely prevented her from eating a descent meal all day. "I'm starved - how about you?" Reggie asked. Kelly nodded her head yes. "Is your motel restaurant still open? Reggie asked Leroy. "No sir," Leroy replied. It closed at 11:00 pm. But I think I can get you a bottle of wine if you wants." "Well I guess wine is better than nothing. Bring us your wine," Reggie instructed. Kelly figured she would just have to wait until morning to eat and began unpacking her bags as Leroy left to fetch Mr. Johnson his wine. Reggie had arranged in advance for Leroy to bring Kelly a glass laced with Rohypnol. "Mr. Johnson, I can't drink alcohol. I'm not 21 yet," Kelly said after Leroy returned and handed her a drink. Reggie feigned disbelief even though he knew his secretary's age. "I thought you were at least 25-years-old," Reggie bluffed. "Look, we should have stopped earlier to eat, but it completely slipped my mind. You need to put something in your stomach. Besides, I am expecting you to help me entertain our clients. You're going to have to drink a little something with them to be sociable, so you might as well get used to it now," Reggie adamantly insisted. Again Kelly experienced great uncertainty and fear. Something just didn't seem right about this entire situation. But even though she disliked her black boss and didn't drink, Kelly couldn't risk falling into his disfavor. "Okay, maybe just one glass tonight," Kelly said giving in to Reggie's high pressure. Leroy gave Reggie a knowing smile as Kelly took the drink from him. Not used to drinking alcohol or fond of its taste, she forced down the glass of Pinot Noir in several quick gulps and shuddered. She was tired and eager to take a shower and go to bed. For the first time in many years Leroy felt his old cock come to life as he left the bottle of wine behind and went back to his office imagining the stuck up white bitch on the business end of Reggie's big, black love staff. While Kelly showered, Reggie stripped down to his boxers and waited by the bathroom door for the unsuspecting housewife to exit. Kelly quickly shaved her female area and finished bathing. She turned off the faucet and toweled herself dry. With one hand against the wall to avoid losing her balance, Kelly donned her pink, silk thong and matching bra. She had begun feeling dizzy - probably from drinking the wine on an empty stomach, she thought. Kelly slipped on a flannel sleep shirt over her sexy undergarments, finding it increasingly difficult to visually focus. She felt incredibly sleepy. Intent on heading straight to bed, Kelly opened the bathroom door and instead collided with Reggie in just his blue boxer shorts. Now heavily stoned, Kelly didn't notice Reggie until she bumped into his burly chest. "Oh my God, what are you doing?" Kelly exclaimed as Reggie wrapped his muscular arm around her thin waist and drew her tightly against his hard, black body. "I'm gonna give you some loving, Baby," Reggie replied with a sinister grin on his face. "No - stop it!" Kelly protested in slurred speech as she pushed her tiny hands against Reggie's hard chest trying to break free from his firm grasp. She loved her husband Todd, the only man she had ever been with. She could not possibly think about making out with someone else - especially a disgusting black man, she thought. Reggie ignored Kelly's demand. "Let me go," Kelly implored as Reggie dragged the petite girl toward the bed while she struggled to escape his grip. Kelly didn't stand a chance against Reggie's brute strength, quickly finding herself on her back beneath him, pressed into the mattress by the weight of his solid body. "Get off of me!" Kelly yelled as Reggie tore the flannel sleeping shirt off her. Reggie knew that even if someone could hear Kelly scream, the prostitutes and drug addicts that frequented this motel would never call the pigs. Reggie wrestled with Kelly in the sheets for a few minutes until her stomach absorbed more of the Rohypnol Leroy had placed in her drink earlier and her resistance waned. The dumb, white bitch finally entered a semi-conscious state that left her practically defenseless and Reggie now easily unfastened her bra. Kelly's titties were perfect globes of white, topped by flawless circles of youthfully pink, quarter-sized areolas. Reggie sucked each of her nipples causing them to grow hard. He then rolled the responsive buds between his fingers to keep them rigid. Kelly had the finest little body, Reggie thought as he observed her flat, tight abdomen, exquisitely smooth skin and slender legs. She obviously worked out and took care of herself. Her husband must have been a complete idiot to let such a cute wife go on a four day trip with a black man, Reggie mused. The stupid honky deserved to have his wife's tiny pussy spoiled by a nigger. Reggie's hands glided down Kelly's firm tummy and into the waistband of her panties. Even in delirium, Kelly feebly tried to remain faithful to her husband and stop Reggie as her small hands weakly attempted to keep her panties on. "No, Mr. Johnson. I don't want this...please," she murmured as if from a distant place. Reggie unclasped Kelly's fingers from the silk undergarment, pushed her hands to the side and removed the last tiny barrier between him and complete access to her most private, guarded and intimate area. A small, thin strip of pubic hair above her neatly manicured pussy verified to Reggie that she was a natural redhead. All these white girls went through so much effort grooming their little cunts. They all wanted to be fucked by big niggers, they just didn't know it, Reggie thought. He couldn't believe his good fortune. Her dumb, white husband made a huge mistake. While she certainly could be trusted to remain faithful to him, a strange man could not be trusted alone with her. Todd was a fool sending her off alone with a black man. Great art like Kelly needed to be protected, not left accessible for someone like him to easily steal. "We are lovers now," Reggie said to his delirious victim as he separated her legs. "No, I'm married. I can't do that," Kelly quietly sobbed as Reggie carefully parted her soft labia with his black fingers and inspected her pink chamber. "You're just having a wet dream, Baby. Relax and let me make you cum," Reggie replied. He was going to screw with her mind as well as her body. "Please, I don't want you to make me cum," Kelly responded. "Don't you like black men?" Reggie asked knowing full well she did not. The Rohypnol acted like a truth serum and Kelly answered her tormentor honestly, "No, I don't like black men." "You're gonna love niggers when I get through with you girl," Reggie gleefully said, licking his thumb and index finger. Reggie slowly inserted the wet digit into Kelly's previously exclusive vagina searching for her G-Spot while gently messaging her little clitoris with his thumb. "Please don't do this to me," Kelly cried as her pussy grew moist in response to its invasion. "Tell me you wanna cum on a nigger cock and I'll stop," Reggie said. "Oh, God, I don't want this. Why are you doing this to me?" Kelly asked. Reggie noticed Kelly's clit harden and her pussy become soaked. He had located her special spot. "You like that don't you girl?" Reggie asked. "Noooooooooo, I don't like it. Oooooooooooh stop," Kelly mewled. Her pelvis, however, divulged the truth to Reggie by autonomously moving ever so slightly in response to his expert stimulation. "Tell me you want my nigger cock inside you and I'll stop. You're dreaming anyway girl. Don't fight it," Reggie reassured her. "But I love Todd," Kelly whimpered. "Don't you want to keep your job? What will Todd think if you get fired? Todd wants you to fuck me. That's why he sent you with me for four days," Reggie said. The emotional connection to her husband proved stronger than Reggie had anticipated, for even under the influence of the Rohypnol, Kelly thus far refused to orgasm and maintained control of her body. Reggie had encountered similar scenarios with previous victims and understood the female psyche better than women themselves. His fair captives tried not to cum because deep down in the feminine subconscious, their orgasm represented their most intimate expression of love for a mate. By forcing his unfortunate targets to climax, psychologically they committed the ultimate act of betrayal on their husbands. Each time Reggie coerced a married woman into having intercourse with him, he further diminished the emotional bond to her spouse. He liked controlling white women and forcing them to betray their husbands by making them cum. Kelly grew confused by Reggie's suggestions as the level of Rohypnol in her blood stream increased. Maybe this was a horrible dream. Would Todd really want her to fuck her boss to keep her job? He did encourage her to go on this trip with the disgusting Negro and did not let her quit like she wanted. No, even if this was just a dream, it was disgusting and immoral, Kelly thought. She tried to close her legs and pull Reggie's finger out of her. But the big, black hand was firmly in place and would not budge. Instead the pace at which he stroked her seemed to increase. "Oh, no you don't," Reggie said and pushed her legs open again with his free hand. Kelly momentarily sat up on her elbows as if she had suddenly realized something, glanced down her flat tummy, and dumbly watched with her dilated eyes as Reggie masturbated her. Reggie wondered what went through her mind that caused her to temporarily sit up and observe her own defilement. "Ooooooooooooooooooh......nooooooooooh.....don't," Kelly cooed as she fell back again. "You need to let me keep doing this if you want to keep your job," Reggie said. Kelly squirmed on Reggie's hand a little but did not answer. Reggie continued the "Cum Hither" on her, drawing his index finger up and towards him as if summoning Kelly from inside her vagina to "come here". At a nice, steady pace, his fingertip constantly stimulated the upper wall of her pussy while his thumb traced small circles around her clitoris. Reggie had amused himself playing with Kelly's cunt in this fashion for a long while, silencing her protests. She had reluctantly become aroused and accepted Reggie's suggestions in her confused, drug induced state. She had to let Reggie do this to keep her job. It was all just a bad dream anyway, Kelly thought. Reggie smiled with satisfaction when he felt Kelly's pussy slightly contract on his finger a few times. He had successfully brought the young housewife to a small orgasm. "That's a good girl, keep cumming for me. This will make Todd very happy. You will keep your job and might get a raise," Reggie said. Kelly grudgingly obliged her boss' request. The faint voice from deep inside that had earlier made her try to stop Reggie had been drowned out. She was doing this for Todd, she thought. Todd wanted her to keep this job and she had to do what Reggie said. Reggie relished the control he now exercised over his young, white secretary's body, maintaining her small orgasms. Extremely wet and excited, her relatively inexperienced pussy had been adequately prepared for its new dark mate. Reggie removed his hand from Kelly's very aroused vagina. Because of the Rohypnol, she wasn't sure how long he had been molesting her and welcomed the reprieve. Closing her spread legs, she thought the bad dream finally ended. Reggie swiftly slid off his boxer shorts, releasing his enormous, black viper from its confinement. He returned to the bed, grabbing hold of Kelly's knees and spreading her legs very wide. "I want to sleep. Leave me alone," Kelly whined with her eyes tightly closed. With his index finger and thumb, Reggie gently stretched open her labia while placing the bulbous head of his cock up to Kelly's entrance. He could see her wet, pink mucous membranes waiting to receive him. Since she believed this was all just a bad dream, Kelly tried ignoring the sensation between her legs at first. But the pressure intensified as Reggie's monstrous cock sought access inside her. Kelly opened her eyes to see Reggie leaning over her, his dark skin revealing bulky, highly defined muscles. She looked further down and observed the ripples in his hard stomach. But, her eyes grew wide with fear when they finally reached Reggie's penis. What a horrible nightmare she now found herself in. The charcoal appendage spanned the distance to Reggie's naval - at least three times the length and girth of Todd's modest member. "No, stop. That can't fit in me!" Kelly suddenly barked. She pushed hard against Reggie's tight chest and tried to wiggle her pelvis away from the hideous, black organ. Reggie disregarded Kelly's plea and applied more force. "You'll have to find someplace else to work if you don't let me fuck you. Todd will be very upset when he learns you got fired for not doing your job," Reggie said. The Rohypnol made Kelly very confused. She could not afford to lose her job. "Please, Mr. Johnson, I don't want to. I'm married," Kelly cried. "You're dreaming, Kelly. You need this job, remember? Todd will become more depressed if you get fired," Reggie answered. While Kelly's drugged mind struggled to determine the validity of Reggie's comments, his prick slowly invaded her pussy. Kelly's labia tightly stretched to admit the mammoth phallus entering her previously sovereign territory. Once past her initial boundary, the black snake slithered further inside, soon passing the depth reached by Todd's meager manhood and exploring unchartered areas deep within her femininity. "Oooh ... nooo....owweee, please take it out - it hurts," Kelly wailed. The walls had more empathy for her cries than Reggie. All the women he fucked hurt at first, but soon loved it, he thought as he covered her mouth with his hand and continued drilling into her. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" Kelly tried to yell. Her tight little body twisted beneath Reggie in an unsuccessful effort to dislodge him. But his big, black cock was already too far inside her. Instead Kelly's traitorous cunt successively surrendered more of its domain to the large, black intruder within it, gradually accepting Reggie's gigantic cock as its new mate. After a while, Kelly's pussy accommodated Reggie's full length and her pain subsided into discomfort and ultimately pleasure. Reggie removed his hand from Kelly's mouth once her anatomy adjusted to his size and she had quieted down. "Ooooh, oooooh, oooooh," Kelly mewled in unison to the squeaks from the bed. Reggie had noted her involuntary reactions as his cock visited different places inside her pussy and then exploited the susceptible areas. Her cunt betrayed its pleasure in small orgasms that she tried unsuccessfully to prevent. "No, please stop doing this to me. Ooooh, nooo...I'm married. I can't do this," Kelly complained. Reggie thought her sorry, white husband would really be depressed if he could see her cumming on his cock now, but replied differently to Kelly, "You're doing a good job and this is helping you and your husband by earning some extra money that you need." Feeling his own climax approach, Reggie quickened his pace. Somehow Kelly's female instincts worked even in her stupor. She noticed Reggie's acceleration and realized he wasn't wearing a condom. She did not want his sperm. In a panic, Kelly pushed her tiny, white hands hard against Reggie's black chest. "Please don't cum in me. Take it out now," she implored. Reggie ignored Kelly's pleas. His cock erupted like a violent volcano and filled her pussy with its potent jism. Kelly felt the soothing warmth of Reggie's rich cream shoot inside her. "Oh, no, no, no, why did you cum in me?" Kelly asked. Reggie did not answer. His cock remained snugly inside the helpless girl shooting a few more rounds. The deed was done. Kelly's hands fell from Reggie's chest back to her sides and her resistance faded. She had been defeated and no longer had reason to fight - her pussy received a black man's spunk. Reggie remained on top of Kelly until she drifted to sleep and then withdrew his long, flaccid penis from her flooded vagina. The virile goo oozed down the crack in her ass. With his fingers, Reggie scooped it all up and carefully placed it back into her full pussy. He then pushed her lips closed so it would not leak out again. "Waste not, want not," Reggie thought. Kelly awoke around noon. "You must have been really tired," Reggie said staring down at her with a big grin on his face. He was fully dressed in a blue business suit and had been awake since early that morning. "Did you sleep well?" he asked. Kelly's mind seemed foggy from the Rohypnol. She remembered drinking a glass of wine the old black man, Leroy, had given her and then taking a shower - but nothing more. "I let you sleep in a while, but we need to get going now. We have to meet with a client I am taking to dinner tonight. Put something nice on," Reggie instructed Kelly. Kelly jumped out of bed and to her embarrassment, discovered she only wore a thong and bra. Reggie had dressed her while she slept, but discarded her sleep shirt that he had torn. She glanced at Reggie and noticed him looking at her with hungry eyes. Once more Kelly's female intuition sensed danger, but the naïve, young wife dismissed her fears as unwarranted. After all, Mr. Johnson had not made a single advance towards her that she could remember and voluntarily slept on the floor the entire night. She hurriedly went to the closet to find something to put on. She must have forgotten to bring her sleep shirt, she thought as she slid the hangars looking for something appropriate to wear. With Kelly's back towards him, Reggie admired her firm, little ass. It smoothly curved and lacked a single blemish. He wanted to bend her over right then and there and drive into her silky pussy again, but decided to wait until later that evening. Reggie felt a perverse satisfaction knowing that his sperm now dwelled inside Kelly. He hoped one of his swimmers would be lucky enough to fertilize her white egg and cause her flat belly to swell with a black baby. Kelly selected a skirt and blouse to wear. Because they were already running behind, she quickly dressed without noticing the crusty residue in her panties. During the course of the day, Kelly remembered bits and pieces of an awful nightmare she experienced the previous evening. She curiously glimpsed at Mr. Johnson's crotch a number of times when he wasn't looking comparing what she had dreamed to what was there. She noticed that he really had an abominably large bulge in his slacks. That evening, Reggie took Kelly and their potential client, an attractive black woman in her early thirties named LaShonda, to a seedy bar and grill called the Golden Ring near the motel. It seemed an odd place to bring someone you wanted to impress. In fact, Reggie and LaShonda discussed nothing related to business and conversed mostly about sports and people Kelly did not know. They had obviously been friends. After dinner, Kelly and Reggie returned to the motel. Kelly eagerly walked to the office hopeful that perhaps another room had come available. "No ma'am, no vacancy until after da Super Bowl this Sunday," LeRoy replied. She would have to stay with Reggie three more nights. Kelly returned to the room in despair. She missed Todd and still didn't feel comfortable with Reggie, especially after the awful nightmares she had about him. When she entered the room he had changed into a pair of black nylon gym shorts and was lying shirtless in the bed watching television. Kelly briefly eyed the bulky muscles defining his chest, arms, and stomach before nervously proceeding to the shower. Kelly came out of the bathroom after finishing her shower wearing a loose fitting pair of sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. She wanted go to sleep, but felt awkward asking Mr. Johnson to get out of the bed. "Do you want to take turns sleeping on the floor? I will sleep on it tonight if you want," she said. "No, Kelly, this is a pretty big bed. I don't think either one of us needs to sleep on that nasty floor again. Look at all the stains on the carpeting," Reggie answered. Kelly momentarily looked at the rug observing numerous discolorations. There was no telling what possibly dwelled in that filth. "Come lay down here. I won't bite, I promise. I'm just going to watch some TV for a little while then I'll go to sleep. No funny business, I promise," Reggie continued. Kelly didn't want to offend her boss by implying that he would do something improper, so against her better judgment, she trusted Reggie and got into the bed leaving as much room as possible between them. Drifting to sleep, Kelly remained as close to her edge of the bed without falling off as possible. Some hours passed when Kelly's slumber was interrupted by Reggie's hand softly squeezing her breast. "Mr. Johnson, what are you doing? Stop touching me; I'm married," Kelly groggily complained latching on to his hand to move it off her. Reggie's hold on her tit would not budge. "Stop it!" Kelly exclaimed in a raised voice. Reggie unexpectedly pinched and twisted Kelly's nipple through the fabric of her garment. "Owe!" Kelly howled in response to the sudden pain. "Shut up bitch and let me feel you up if you want to keep your job," Reggie angrily sneered. The abrupt change in Reggie's demeanor caught Kelly completely off guard. Paralyzed with fear, she lay motionless as Reggie's hand slipped under her t-shirt and bra and resumed fondling her tit. He gently rolled her tender nipple between his fingers making it hard. Kelly didn't know what to do. Someone else besides Todd - a black man - was touching her body! But she couldn't afford to lose her job so she had to tolerate the unwanted attention. Once Reggie determined that Kelly would not resist, he set out taking off her shirt and bra. "No, Mr. Johnson. I'm married and I can't do this," Kelly protested. "I just want to see your tits. I won't do anything else. You want to keep your job don't you?" Reggie answered. Kelly hesitantly allowed her shirt and bra to come off, foolishly hopeful that Mr. Johnson would keep his word and proceed no further. But once Reggie had her topless, he immediately began sucking on her firm tits. "No, Mr. Johnson. You said you just wanted to see them," Kelly objected. Reggie again pinched and twisted Kelly's nipple, causing yet another yelp from her. "I will fire your ass if you don't cooperate. I told you I just wanted to see your tits. I won't do anything else. Now shut up!" he shouted. Fearful of further punishment and of losing her job, Kelly endured Reggie's attention to her breasts. As long as he didn't proceed any further, she could withstand this, she thought. Reggie concentrated on keeping her little pink nipples erect. While Kelly disliked Reggie's actions, after a while her body responded. Reggie detected Kelly's growing complacency and slid his hand down her tight, smooth abdomen to the waistband of her pants. Kelly grew tense fearing the destination of Reggie's hand. "No more, Mr. Johnson. We have to stop now," she said. "No we don't have to stop if you want to keep your job at my firm," Reggie replied, his hand slipping into her sweat pants and then inside her panties. He could feel the warmth emanating from her vulva as his hand descended lower. Kelly took in a deep breath when his fingers reached her pussy and started masturbating her. "No Mr. Johnson, I can't. I'm married. Stop," Kelly whined. "Yes you can. No one will find out and I promise we won't go any further than this. Just relax," Reggie reassured her. Kelly felt horrible doing this to Todd and allowing her nasty black boss to touch her this way. But the many suggestions Reggie had made to Kelly the previous evening while she had been under the influence of the Rohypnol remained in her subconscious. Todd couldn't even handle his own unemployment. He would sink into an even deeper depression if she lost her job too. Convinced that she needed to cooperate or lose her job, Kelly allowed Reggie to continue, the flapping bulge in her sweat pants indicating the diligence of Reggie's fingers repeatedly dipping into her wet folds and then returning to gently circle her clitoris. Reggie watched Kelly's face display disdain and frustration from her body defiantly reacting to his foreplay the way nature intended. Reggie allowed this new boundary with Kelly to become established before advancing further. Each time the dumb, white bitch made a concession, he gained more control over her. He carefully observed Kelly gradually relax, let down her guard, and succumb to the sensations he caused before proceeding. After exciting Kelly enough to lower her defenses again, Reggie's free hand grasped the front waistbands of Kelly's panties and sweatpants and in one swift motion pulled them both off simultaneously before she could adequately react. Her awareness returned. Kelly sat up reaching for the wad of clothing around her ankles. "No more Mr. Johnson, that's enough. I don't want to do this. You promised you wouldn't go any further and you have." Kelly stated. "Listen bitch, I'm getting tired of your God Damn shit. You're going to cooperate or you will look for a new job, find another place to stay tonight, and walk your ass back to Tennessee. I will cancel your airline ticket. Good luck out there in this neighborhood," Reggie threatened. The change in Mr. Johnson shocked Kelly. Yes, he had given her the creeps, but he had never displayed such meanness. What would she do stranded outside in this terrible area in the freezing cold with no money and nowhere to stay? She didn't have any credit cards; how could she afford airfare back home? What would she tell Todd? Reggie pushed her down and slid the bundled garments from her feet. He then inserted his big hands between Kelly's thighs and attempted to pry her legs apart. "Open your legs, bitch, or get the hell out!" Reggie commanded. With tears in her eyes, Kelly allowed Reggie to spread her legs wide open. "Why are you doing this to me, Mr. Johnson?" Kelly sniveled. Reggie's silent answer was beyond Kelly's comprehension, but the words he failed to utter expressed jealousy for the white man that surpassed his extreme lust for the flesh of young, innocent, white females. By spoiling a beautiful, married, white girl's pussy and forcing her to cum intensely numerous times, Reggie retaliated against the white man as well as satisfied his own perverse sexual appetite. A faithful wife could commit no greater betrayal on her husband than to allow herself to orgasm from another man, especially a black man with a superhuman sized cock. If Reggie successfully impregnated the white man's wife, her marriage rarely survived. Having a black baby left a married white woman rejected by her husband, shunned by her own race, but welcome in the black community and accepted by African American men. Reggie removed the most desirous white women from their own gene pool by making their offspring part of the black race. With her legs spread wide apart, Reggie resumed the process of ruining Kelly's marriage and stealing her valuable eggs for the black race, like he had done to many other white, married women in the past, licking his thumb and index fingers and resuming the "Cum Hither" he had performed on her the previous evening without her knowledge. Thanks to the Rohypnol, Reggie had learned a lot about Kelly's body that night without her remembering any of it. Kelly sobbed as her pussy responded. The sound of Reggie's digits splashing in her moisture became embarrassingly audible. Her hands moved down to pull Reggie's fingers away from her vagina, but stopped before reaching their destination and remained suspended above her pelvis wanting to go further, but unable, as she remembered his threats and the pain he had inflicted on her tits earlier. After a few moments, Reggie watched Kelly's hands drop to her sides and clench into the mattress instead of achieving their original goal. He had her right where he wanted. "Oh, oooh, ooooooooh noooooooo. Please Mr. Johnson, stop doing this to me," Kelly begged while her pelvis squirmed. "I know your pussy likes it and I'm not going to stop until you cum for me," Reggie replied with a loathsome smile. Kelly tightly closed her eyes and shook her head side to side trying to fight her own body. But her pussy grew more aroused, her protests slowly silenced and she once again accepted the new boundaries Reggie established relinquishing more control of her body to him. It was only a matter of time before she would become complete jelly and succumb to the urge Reggie was placing in her. She could not fight it forever, Reggie thought as he watched Kelly writhe from his fingers. Even after bringing Kelly to a small climax, Reggie's refused to stop masturbating her, taking delight in watching her defeat continue, the spasms in her pussy grow stronger. "Naah... aaah... please...ooooh," Kelly mewled, nonsensically. Eternity passed before Reggie removed his fingers from Kelly's pussy; but, Reggie's tongue immediately replaced them, tracing circles around her clit and then lapping up the sweet nectar inside her. Todd had never performed oral sex on Kelly before, and the thought of someone actually putting their mouth on her vagina disgusted her. "Stop it, Mr. Johnson! You promised you would not go any further," Kelly bemoaned, pushing Reggie's head away from her privates with her tiny hands. Reggie swiftly slapped Kelly's hip, leaving a red imprint of his hand on her white skin that painfully stung. "Owe, stop, owweeeeeeee, okay," Kelly yelped as the slaps continued. She turned to avoid his smack in one spot, only to @@@@@@ another to the same punishment. Reggie swatted Kelly so hard his hand smarted temporarily. "One more time and you best pack your things and get out. Don't bother coming back to the office, either, because you'll be fired," Reggie warned when the blows stopped. "I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. Please don't hit me anymore. I'll be good," Kelly sobbed. "I need my job. Don't fire me." She couldn't believe Mr. Johnson's cruelty. Her hips, thighs, and stomach displayed bright red markings where he had struck her. Kelly sat half way up on her elbows with a contorted look on her face and watched Reggie shove her legs apart, spread her delicate pink lips open with his dark fingers, and delve his tongue back into her pussy. He successfully gained yet another concession from her. Kelly passively witnessed Reggie enjoying the mildly sweet flavor of her vaginal secretions. She wanted to stop him, but couldn't risk losing her job or further physical abuse. Her pelvis twisted and turned unsuccessfully trying to avoid Reggie's tongue on her clitoris. But completely opened to him, her most intimate anatomy remained easily accessible. Kelly eventually grew accustomed to this level of intimacy as well and again fell back allowing Reggie to enjoy her nectar. Reggie observed her pelvis start to respond each time he licked around her engorged little clit. She still tried to suppress her reactions, but began tiring from the struggle. "Oh, oh, please, noooh," Kelly softly repeated. With her defenses lowered again, Reggie decided the moment arrived to finish his conquest and completely take Kelly. Before she had enough time to react, Reggie quickly slid his boxers off and placed the head of his enormous black phallus up against her small, pink opening. She could not close her legs with Reggie already between them, so Kelly sat up on her elbows once more and with dismay watched Reggie's large penis begin its entry inside her. The hideously large organ with numerous veins bulging beneath its skin and a scrotum as large as a softball could not possibly be human, she thought. "No, Mr. Johnson, please. You're too big for me. You said you wouldn't make me have sex with you," Kelly pleaded as her labia stretched around the glans of Reggie's cock. She knew better than to protest too adamantly, however, and watched helplessly as the monstrous organ slithered deeper inside her. "Mr. Johnson, I'm not taking any birth control. I could get pregnant. Please take it out," Kelly begged to no avail. Reggie lowered himself on top of Kelly, his weight forcing her to lie back again. "At least put a condom on Mr. Johnson. I don't want to get pregnant," Kelly begged, his cock proceeding further into her with each thrust. "Sorry, Baby, they don't make rubbers big enough to fit me," Reggie replied. Kelly could not believe this was happening to her. Married less than six months, she had never been with another man besides Todd and now her black boss' cock was in her pussy without any protection. This was all Todd's fault, she thought. If only he had let her quit like she wanted. Instead, Todd insisted that she go with Mr. Johnson on this stupid trip to earn a few more dollars. As she thought about her husband, Reggie attempted to kiss Kelly. She despised what Reggie now forced her to do and kept turning her face to avoid his lips. He tightly grabbed her chin with his strong black fingers, making Kelly face him. "Open your mouth, bitch!" Reggie ordered as he crushed her cheeks together in his vice like grip. Kelly had to open her mouth, allowing Reggie's serpent-like tongue inside or suffer further consequences. Meanwhile, Reggie's cock now passed the depths established by Todd and proceeded ever further. "Mmmmmmmphhhhh... nooo... mmmmmppppph... please... mmmmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oooooooohhhh... mmpmhhhhhhhhh...stop... mmmmmppphhhhhhhhhh!!!" Kelly gasped with Reggie's tongue in her mouth. Because of what happened to Kelly the previous night while drugged, the entire situation seemed surreal, as if she had lived it before. Her inner labia clung to Reggie's slick cock like a tight sleeve. Bathed with her female juices, the shiny black rod proceeded further with its invasion and seized more of her inner territory. Kelly futilely wished Reggie would stop while her body accepted his increasing presence. She could not even vocalize her opposition now that his long tongue explored her mouth. Oblivious to the distress she initially experienced the previous night - thanks to the Rohypnol - Kelly felt Reggie's huge testicles slap against her ass and realized, to her dismay, that her anatomy had already adjusted to his huge size - with less discomfort, fortunately, than she anticipated. Kelly hoped Reggie would quickly reach an orgasm and then leave her alone. Unfortunately, Reggie's remarkable self-control lasted longer than she ever imagined possible. Furthermore, Reggie had discovered susceptible areas in Kelly's pussy the preceding night and exploited them accordingly now. Kelly fought a losing battle. The discomfort caused by Reggie's colossal cock vanished as it opened her up. The grotesque organ incessantly assaulting her secret pleasure spots caused her body to grow responsive despite her effort to suppress such reactions and remain faithful to Todd. Kelly struggled to prevent her body from responding to Reggie; but he would not stop. Kelly wanted him to hurry up and finish. Instead he went on even longer, and to her horror, she experienced another series of small orgasms. She felt frustrated. How could she betray Todd like this, her pussy contracting around the huge, disgusting, black cock inside it? Reggie felt Kelly's hard nipples poking into his chest and the small spasms in her cunt signaling her defeat. He received great joy bringing down another high and mighty white chick. This was still just the beginning though. Soon he would make Kelly cum hard and often on his big black cock and she would crave his virile organ instead of her husband's. Kelly had to stop Reggie somehow. She hated the way he kept making her cum. But her orgasms strengthened and occurred more frequently as the evening passed, weakening her will to resist. She had fought valiantly to retain control of her body, but in the end, Reggie's stamina and sexual skill overcame her defenses. Nature and 500 million years of evolution won the battle and dictated Kelly's submission to the alpha male. His huge phallus felt better than Todd's tiny penis and awoke new sensations she had never experienced before. Kelly's hands - which had previously clutched the mattress like a patient in a dentist's chair having teeth drilled - released the bedding and hesitantly landed on Reggie's sides. Reggie felt her soft, white hands glide slowly around his back, embrace him and the contractions in her silky cunt strengthen. Her legs locked around his firm, black ass in an attempt to draw more of him inside her. He broke his kiss momentarily to enjoy the music of her subjugation. "Oooh, ooooh, oooooooooh, aaaah, please... I can't...please... stop...oooooooooh...nooooooh more, ooooooooooooooooooh!" Kelly mewled. A sinister look formed on Reggie's dark face; he thought it quite amusing how her body and her moans clearly indicated pleasure that contradicted her murmurs of reluctance. Now that her tight pussy was spoiled she wasn't too good for a nigger any more, he thought. He wished her dumb-fuck, honky husband could see his sweet, devoted, little wife cumming like crazy on her boss' huge black pole. It served that punk ass, whitey husband of hers right to have his young, innocent wife's pussy usurped and ruined by a stud of superior race and masculinity. As much as he enjoyed making Kelly experience multiple orgasms and betray her punk-ass husband, even Reggie's amazing self-control could not hold out indefinitely - his quickening pace signaled the approach of his own climax. Kelly's female intuition perceived the change in her new partner's movements, suddenly reminding her that he did not wear a condom. Her legs released their hold on Reggie's ass less reluctantly then they had been to initially lock around him and with equal urgency, her hands left his back and pushed at his sides. "Ooooooooh, ooooooooh, please....don't cum in me Mr. Johnson...ooooh, nooooh. Take it out, oooooh, oooooooh, please, ooooooh," she cried while attempting to maneuver her pelvis and disengage their union. Reggie played along with her efforts, somewhat, and taunted her by allowing his long dong to move ever further out of her cunt between thrusts. Kelly's hopes rose with each stroke as she attempted to position her pelvis at the right moments to expel Reggie's cock before it ejaculated. For a brief second, only the head of the robust, black appendage remained in her. She was close! But Reggie's cock was so large that even with just its head inside her, it was still beyond her ability to dismount. His hefty, black organ tantalized her by almost completely exiting only to securely return to its deeper location over and over again, delighting her cunt in the process. Reggie knew Kelly was trying to protect her precious little Caucasian pussy from receiving his potent nigger spunk. The dumb, white bitch didn't know that her sacred little twat had already accepted billions of his sperm the preceding night and that his superior, African DNA had been searching for her valuable white egg to claim for the black race 24 hours now. Kelly would receive more of his nigger jism whether she wanted it or not, Reggie thought. Kelly felt Reggie's body become tense and then pressure in her vagina from his penis filling her with its rich, potent semen. She had never received so much cum in her pussy before. Todd ejaculated a very small amount in comparison. "No, Mr. Johnson, you came in me," Kelly whined. Her attempt to break their union faded since it now became moot anyway. She now had a nigger's cum in her precious, white pussy. Reggie's coital movements slowed. He rested on top of her and felt her cunt autonomously contracting around his deflating cock as if trying to milk every last drop of sperm from it. Reggie wanted to make sure as much of his potent seed stayed in her as possible, and remained on top of her. When he eventually rolled off Kelly he grabbed her by the hair as she attempted to leave the bed. "We ain't finished yet," Reggie snarled while twisting her long red hair in his hand and forcing her face into his crotch. "Suck my cock bitch. I better not feel your teeth either!" In disgust Kelly took his thick, black meat coated with a slimy combination of their body fluids in her mouth. Fortunately, the taste was much more tolerable than she had anticipated. As she sucked Reggie's massive, flaccid phallus, he guided her hand to his scrotum and made her gently hold his bulky testicles. They felt heavy with sperm and together were bigger than her hand. Kelly noticed Reggie's cock begin to grow in her mouth and could not believe her boss' sexual appetite. She hoped Reggie would be satisfied after the long fuck session they just had. How could he possibly become aroused again so soon? It seemed like Mr. Johnson could not possibly be a normal human. Todd was done for the evening after he had an orgasm. Were all black men this potent, she wondered. Soon, only the head of Reggie's cock fit in Kelly's petite mouth. She looked so lovely holding his beefy, black shaft with both hands, milking and licking the long, vascular rod the way he taught her. In length, his cock surpassed the distance between her chin and forehead. Surely if he came again, he would be through with her for the evening, Kelly mistakenly thought. As repulsive as performing oral sex on a black man was to her, it was still better than having his massive cock in her pussy again. Unfortunately, the oral sex turned out to be merely foreplay for Reggie and his cock ended up right where Kelly did not want it - back in her pussy. This time, as the morning sunlight leaked through the curtains, Reggie made Kelly get on top of him and impale herself on his giant, black rod. She felt so degraded holding the mammoth schlong in her hands and guiding it into her wet cunt while he firmly grasped her hips to ensure she stayed on course. She stupidly let this situation happen by listening to Todd, she thought, as Reggie's cock slid all the way up inside her again, Reggie's hands rocking her hips to jump start her coital motion. His huge, black hands firmly holding her smooth, white hips, Reggie had to maneuver Kelly on his cock initially. But after a few minutes, her sexual instincts took over and her pelvis autonomously began moving on its own, although hesitantly at first. Reggie reached around and his fingers gently messaged Kelly's clit. "Oooooh," she exclaimed closing her eyes and rotating her pelvis with more enthusiasm in reply to the added attention Reggie gave to her clit, temporarily forgetting her betrayal to her husband. Kelly had entered a trance like state where her entire universe centered around her pussy, during which time Leroy quietly entered their room, on the pretense of performing housekeeping duties, and watched unobserved by Kelly as she fucked her boss. The scent of aroused female hung heavy in the air. Kelly opened her eyes, shocked to see Leroy standing in front of her with a big smile on his old black face, rubbing his crotch. "Oh my God!" Kelly blurted in embarrassment. Jolted back to her senses Kelly tried raising herself off Reggie's slick, black, love pole. But Reggie grabbed hold of her hips just before she managed to get the head of his cock out of her pussy and forced her back down. "Oooooh," she exclaimed in reluctant pleasure as his cock slid up inside her again. "Ooooooh, ooooh, noooo, please help me. He's raping me," Kelly pleaded to Leroy as her pelvis involuntarily squirmed on Reggie's cock again. Leroy chuckled and said, "It sure don't look that way to me, missy. You was all over him when you checked in yesterday night; and I can see you is cumming on top of him now." "No, he is making me do this," Kelly cried as Reggie grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back against his chest. He reached around to her tit as she lay supinely on top of him, rolling her stiff, pink nipple between his fingers, while his other hand slid down to her pussy, where his fingers carefully resumed rubbing her clitoris. "The only thing he's making you do is cum," Leroy laughed watching Kelly writhe uncontrollably on Reggie's enormous cock. Leroy noticed how tightly Kelly's labia stretched to accommodate Reggie's robust prick. Her wet, inner lips adhered to Reggie's slick black shaft each time it pulled away. She was a petite girl with a nicely toned body, thin waist, and firm tummy adorned with a cute, innie belly button that bounced around from her abdominal muscles contracting. Except for a very small tuft of shortly trimmed, fiery red pubic hair on her mons, the rest of her genitalia lacked even a hint of stubble. Her smooth, light skin contrasted nicely against Reggie's dark complexion. It excited Leroy see Reggie ruin another gorgeous, young, white girl like this. Leroy observed Kelly's wedding band sparkle on her finger and knew she would never enjoy fucking her white husband's small pecker again after Reggie's monstrous nigger cock finished corrupting her pussy. Kelly's humiliation persisted as old Leroy remained in the room staring at her fully @@@@@@@ and reluctantly experiencing multiple orgasms from Reggie. The old black man reached down and softly played with her other nipple. "I hope you don't mind. I can't let Reggie have all the fun," he said. "Naaaaah," Kelly moaned and closed her eyes. She realized the helplessness of her situation - Leroy had become Reggie's accomplice and would only corroborate his claims of consensuality if she accused Reggie of raping her. After carefully studying for a while how Reggie messaged Kelly's clit while fucking her to achieve the desired reaction in the white girl, Leroy began playing with her clitty too. Poor Kelly laid on her back cumming like crazy while Reggie's cock sawed in and out of her cunt and the two men took turns fondling her sensitive, pink clit and nipples. Kelly lost track of how many times she came and how long she and Mr. Johnson had been fucking. Sometime during the late morning, Reggie had filled her with his semen for the last time that day and Leroy had left their room. Exhausted from sexual activity all night long, Kelly fell asleep in Reggie's embrace with four large loads of his cum in her. Kelly spent more time in that seedy motel room receiving Reggie's cum in her pussy than anything else the duration of the trip, discovering the entire excursion had been a successful ploy to seduce her. There were no clients to take to the Super Bowl, only her, Reggie, the Princess Motel, and occasional fondling by Leroy. An ordinary man could not possibly perform intercourse as often as Reggie had done with her. She lost count of the many times and ways Reggie had taken her. The extended foray took its toll on Kelly. While not eager to be Reggie's sexual partner, she had become compliant, loosing most of her will to resist her boss' sexual expectations and putting up only token opposition the remainder of their stay. Unhappy as Reggie's sexual partner, but compliant nonetheless, Kelly had looked forward to going home, hopeful that her forced affair with Mr. Johnson would end upon their return and she could put the entire ordeal behind her. *************************************************************************** The day of their departure arrived. With bags packed Kelly eagerly waited for the taxi to take them to the airport. Dressed casually in a pair of jeans that nicely displayed her tight little ass, Reggie wanted to fuck Kelly one last time in their motel room before leaving. "Stop pacing around so nervously and come here for a minute," he said patting the spot next to him as he sat on the bed with a familiar expression on his face. Kelly knew the look in Mr. Johnson's eyes meant he wanted to fuck her again, as he had given her that same stare many times over the past four days and it always ended up the same way. But the taxi would be there any moment to pick them up. Surely he didn't expect to go all the way with her now, she thought cautiously sitting beside Reggie. Kelly sat beside her boss and he immediately pushed her down in the bed and began unbuttoning her jeans. "No, Mr. Johnson, we can't. The taxi will be here soon. There isn't enough time," Kelly said grasping the waistband of her jeans as Reggie opened them and pulled them off her hips anyway. He wanted her to have a fresh batch of his nigger sperm in her pussy when she arrived home to her honky husband. "We'll just have a little quickie before leaving," Reggie replied. He spread her legs and pulled her thong to the side. Over the past four days frequent intercourse with Reggie had conditioned Kelly to anticipate sex with her boss. Her pussy reflexively became wet at the first hint of his desire to fuck her, so Reggie easily sunk his big, black cock in her now with little preparation. "Oh," Kelly dumbly exclaimed as Reggie's long, fat dick dove into her wet pussy. The bed squeaked loudly as he drilled her. Their ride took longer to arrive than Kelly had hoped and her pelvis began humiliating coital movements in reply to Reggie's cock. She could not stop herself from clutching Reggie's back and embracing him. She was married and didn't want to do this but his giant penis felt so good. Why did Reggie keep making her have sex with him? Relieved to hear the taxi's horn outside their room, Kelly thought she would at least be spared from receiving more of her black boss' semen before going back to her husband. "We have to stop now, Mr. Johnson, the cab is here," Kelly softly said. But Reggie ignored the honk and hammered into her a few more seconds until his cock hosed cum in her pussy. Reggie made her quickly lick him clean and swallow a few residual globs of jism that oozed from the head of his prick, then he swiftly zippered up his pants and signaled out the door to the cabby to wait a minute while Kelly hurriedly put on her jeans. While in the cab, Reggie's gooey ejaculate leaked from Kelly's pussy making her silk thong wet and sticky. In a rush she didn't have a chance to clean herself before leaving the motel and carried a huge amount of Reggie's spunk inside her. ************************************************************************** Kelly arrived home with more than just the luggage in her suitcase, but also enormous guilt. As Todd greeted her with a huge kiss and hug, he had no idea that Kelly's mouth had sucked her boss' cock and swallowed his cum only a little while earlier. Nor did Todd realize later that evening when he put on a condom to make love to his wife for the first time in over a week that her pussy contained another man's sperm and had been spoiled by repeated, unprotected sex with a black man's penis that greatly dwarfed his own manhood. Todd thought his wife's vagina felt differently as he made love to her that night when she returned from Chicago, but he wasn't quite certain. It had been a while since they had been together and wearing a rubber made it difficult to feel her anyway. As usual, it only took Todd a couple of minutes to reach orgasm. Kelly noticed the tiny amount of semen his small penis ejaculated into the tip of the condom. She found the sex with her husband hard to enjoy, attributing the lackluster performance to her preoccupying thoughts of Reggie. She just couldn't get into making love to Todd with the awful memories of Mr. Johnson fresh in her head. One thing was certain: she could never let Todd find out that a nigger's cock had ruined her pussy. Hopefully, things would improve over time once the memory of her horrible ordeal with Reggie faded, she thought. Kelly's search for another job proved fruitless as the recession worsened. But to her relief, Mr. Johnson ignored her for a few weeks. Kelly believed Reggie lost interest in her, the affair had ended and her life would now return to normal. She had even stopped talking to Todd about quitting since Reggie had relatively little work for her to do and it was an easy paycheck in difficult economic times. Everything seemed to finally be returning to normal, except for Todd's depression, when one day as five o'clock approached, Mr. Johnson asked Kelly to come into his office for a minute. "I need you to come in here and take some notes for me," Reggie said as he stood by his office door with his hand on the knob. He had that familiar look in his eyes that Kelly knew meant only one thing. Kelly panicked. She didn't want to have sex with Mr. Johnson again and remembered her fertile period approached, although uncertain exactly when she would ovulate. "It's five o'clock Mr. Johnson. Can it wait until morning? Kelly nervously asked as the other employees left for the day. "This will only take a few minutes," Reggie replied with a smirk. Kelly wore a pair of black slacks with a pink blouse. Reggie had admired her hot ass in those nicely fitting pants all day long and eagerly anticipated stuffing his dark meat in her juicy cunt again. For a moment Kelly considered refusing Reggie's request and telling Todd she had been laid off. But then she remembered her financial situation. With Todd still unemployed and his depression worsening, no money saved, and behind in their rent and car payments, if she quit it would not be long before they lost their car and became homeless. Kelly needed to keep her job so she proceeded into the office unsure of her fate, Reggie shutting and locking the door behind them. Reggie wrapped his arm around Kelly's thin waist and drew her toward him; his other hand fondled her perky breast through her pink blouse. She should have kept one of Todd's condoms with her, but feared her husband might notice one missing or grow suspicious if he found one in her purse. "Please don't make me have sex with you again, Mr. Johnson. I'm not taking any birth control pills," Kelly pleaded. Reggie's cock hardened like a rock in his pants at the prospect of impregnating the pretty, white bitch. He sat Kelly on his desk and began unfastening her slacks. "I don't want to get you pregnant either so I'll just play with your pussy a little bit, okay?" Reggie said to get her guard down. He knew Kelly's weaknesses and intended on exploiting them to get inside her. "Noooo Mr. Johnson. This isn't a good idea," Kelly answered as Reggie opened her pants and slid his hand inside Kelly's pink, silk panties. It had been too long since he had enjoyed her tight sexy body, Reggie thought as he felt her soft, smooth skin and firm belly. Kelly tried to think of something she could say or do to stop Reggie before she lost control to him, but things rapidly went too far. "Oh God, no," Kelly murmured, rolling her eyes back in her head as Reggie dipped his finger in her soaked opening and then softly stroked her clit. With his free hand, Reggie pulled off Kelly's slacks and unbuttoned her blouse. "Please Mr. Johnson. I can't do this. I'm married and you'll get me pregnant," Kelly cried. "I promise I won't get you pregnant. Relax, I'm just going to play with your pussy for a while," Reggie reassured her again while removing her blouse and bra. Kelly now sat on the desk wearing only her panties with Reggie's hand inside them. Reggie caressed her small, lightly pink nipples to erection on her beautifully shaped tits. With Reggie masturbating her, Kelly felt trapped into playing Russian roulette. She knew her boss' deceitfulness, but had to trust him anyway as he gently pushed her back and then pulled off her thong. Leaning on her elbows, Kelly watched Reggie finger fuck her as her long legs dangled from the desk. Reggie touched her the right way in the right places until he received the reaction he wanted from Kelly. He watched her breathing deepen and a dreamy look appear in her eyes as he twirled his thumb around her clitoris. She slowly lowered herself off her elbows and lay back on the desk, relinquishing more of her apprehension. "That's a good girl, Kelly. You just lay back and don't worry. I'm going to take care of you as long as you let me play with your pussy when I want to," Reggie said. Kelly wanted to tell him to stop while she still had a little willpower left. "Oooh - this isn't right, Mr. Johnson," she moaned. I'm married. Please stop doing this to me." "It's alright Kelly. You're just doing what you need to do to keep your job. You're a good wife making this sacrifice for your husband. As soon as you cum for me I'll stop," Reggie falsely reassured her. Kelly's silky vaginal secretions coated his fingers, making it easier to arouse her. Kelly closed her eyes and allowed her natural reflexes to take over. Reggie delightedly observed her pelvis begin gracefully twisting responsively to his strokes. "Oooh, ooooh, aaah, ooooooh," she murmured. Reggie quietly unfastened his pants and lowered his boxer shorts with his free hand while continuing to masturbate Kelly. Almost without interruption, Reggie's cock replaced his finger in Kelly's wet pussy and his thumb kept tracing tight circles around her hard clit. Kelly's eyes opened when she felt Reggie's huge cock enter her. "Ooooh," she exclaimed in a combination of felicity and worry, climbing back up on her elbows and witnessing Reggie's cock sink further inside her vulnerable cunt. "You said you wouldn't make me have sex with you." "I'll take it out in a little while," Reggie replied as his cock smoothly plunged all the way into her. "Just lie down and don't worry," he said nudging her backwards again with his free hand. Kelly really had entered her fertile period and Reggie had brought her to a place where she could not fight her body's urge to reproduce. She readily accepted Reggie's promise, surrendering to his humongous black pole rapidly thrusting into her and forgetting about the possible consequences of their union. The only thing Kelly thought about was her pussy and how good it felt to take all of Reggie inside her. She loved Todd, but sex with him had not yet returned to the pleasurable experience it was before Reggie spoiled her cunt. Her three week abstinence from Reggie allowed intercourse with Todd to begin improving. But now Reggie's cock occupied her again, reinforcing the preference for his thick, elongated, black meat it had forced her pussy to acquire several weeks ago. "Don't forget to take it out," Kelly half-heartedly reminded Reggie as she locked her heals around his ass and ground her crotch into him. Her cunt expressed its desire to receive Reggie's semen by tightly contracting around his phallus. She was cumming on his black baby-maker just like he had wanted. "That's my girl. Keep cumming for me. I'm gonna take it out soon, Baby," Reggie said with a devilish smile, maintaining his pace and continuing to play with her clit. Kelly helplessly climaxed hard for Reggie multiple times. Her stupid-ass, whitey husband was going to be real happy with all the overtime she was earning for him tonight, Reggie thought. In nine months Kelly would also have a little black bonus to bring home for all her hard work. Without warning, Reggie explosively squirted inside Kelly a number of times before removing his cock from her towards the end of his orgasm and spaying his remaining rounds on her clit and in her belly button. In the middle of an intense orgasm herself, Kelly didn't comprehend that her pussy had received some of his rich cream again. She felt Reggie spreading the slippery fluid over her tummy and rubbing it on her excited clitty and mistakenly assumed he had withdrawn in time. Kelly came to her senses when Reggie finished with her, realizing the mistake she had made. She quietly slipped her clothing on and went home with a sticky reminder in her panties of what she had done. ************************************************************************** Kelly's job became very easy, but involved servicing her boss more often. Although she initially disliked the frequent "overtime" Mr. Johnson required her to perform, the extra money helped with their finances and Todd had no idea that Mr. Johnson was fucking her. But the more Mr. Johnson took her, the less satisfying sex became with her husband. Kelly lost interest in Todd as her sexual partner and increasingly craved the superior attributes of her black boss. Kelly's compliance with Mr. Johnson's sexual demands transformed into complacency. After a few months, Kelly's once flat stomach bulged. When she gave birth to a 10 pound black baby boy, Todd left her and Reggie introduced Kelly to some fellow brothers. She ended up moving into the projects and having several more black babies all with different fathers.

Here we are one more time. Happy and Merry Christmas to all the people of Cuckoldfart. Now another of the most exciting Cheatng and seduced wife stories Their Wives Belong To Me byrailroadlady© and highly modified by EroticWriterNote to our readers. I found this a while back on another site and thought the concept of it was quite hot and fairly well written. I clicked on the name rail road lady but it would not work, so I could not contact 'her' if the author really was a woman.I greatly enhanced the story, adding much detail, making some changes including the taking of photos, and heating up the sex. I place it here with acknowledgments to the original author and for your enjoyment. I also changed the title. Originally it was just 'Victor Sylvester.'The call came at about 9 am."Hello!""Ahh, Yes. Mrs. Jacobsen?”“Yes.”Mrs. Jacobsen, this is Victor Sylvester, I work with your husband."That was an understatement, Victor Sylvester was the Chairman of the Elotus Corp, and my husband Richard was the chief financial officer.“Ahh yes sir. I know who you are.”"I know you are aware that Richard is a prime candidate for the presidency of Elotus, and I need to have a word with you in private regarding his future and yours.""Well certainly Mr. Sylvester, but I am not sure how much help I can be, and Richard is in Phoenix this week.""Well, that's why I'm calling, because what I have to say is for your ears only, something of a surprise for your husband you might say."His ‘surprise’ for my husband comment caught my interest immediately. "Yes of course, Mr. Sylvester.. Where would you like to meet?""Well, let's keep it informal, what if I stop by your home in about an hour, would that be convenient for you?""Well, yes, it will give me time to straighten up a little.""Fine Mrs. Jacobsen, I'm looking forward to seeing you again." He hung up.My mind is whirling; perhaps he is going to let me tell Richard that he got the presidency. What else could it be? Richard has been with Elotus for 15 years, and it is his whole life. He has advanced steadily to his present job, and is very excited about this opportunity to be the president.The next hour passed very slowly for me as I anticipated the arrival of Mr. Sylvester. I showered and dressed in a way I thought an executive's wife should. And then his car pulled in the driveway.Victor Sylvester was not my favorite person. I am sure he is very good at his job, but he does have a reputation for being very ruthless in advancing his interests for the company.Physically he is rather short, about 5 7, and with a pot belly showing his love for drink and fine food, but he had always been quite polite to me and the other wives whenever there would be a company gathering.I answered the door with the ring of the doorbell. He smiled as I stepped back to let him in."Lovely to see you Mrs. Jacobsen." he greeted me."Thank you, Mr. Sylvester” I said as sweetly as could be, though inwardly I was nervous. “I can hardly wait to find out why you wish to see me privately." I said. "Please call me Gloria and,” I pointed towards the kitchen, “would you like coffee?""That would be very good, thank you Gloria."I relaxed. So far this seemed to be going smoothly. "Please have a seat in the living room, I'll be right back."I could feel his eyes following me as I went to the kitchen for the tray I had prepared. My skirt was short but fashionable, and my silk blouse was what a career woman might wear. Smart, a little transparent and probably quite revealing as it clung to my breasts and allowed just a little cleavage to show.I had worn nylon stockings and a garter belt, (Richard hated panty hose) and a string of pearls. I didn't wear heels often around the house but this morning was a special occasion.I had dressed to impress and I am sure that Mr. Sylvester knew it.Mr. Sylvester watched me as I came back to the living room. Bending over to put the tray on the coffee table I could feel his eyes looking down my blouse, and strangely, I enjoyed his looking. ‘This is for my husband’ I kept telling myself.I poured the coffee as quickly as I could, and then sat facing him. His eyes followed me as I crossed my legs, and I realized that my skirt was quite shorter sitting down. Blushing, I uncrossed my legs and attempted to pull the skirt down but to little avail. He was enjoying this I could tell.What made it even harder was the fact that now, facing him, I needed to physically push to keep my knees together so that he could not look between my thighs and catch a glimpse of my white panties."You are a beautiful woman, Mrs. Jacobsen.""I am flattered Mr. Sylvester, but I am sure that is not what you came here to tell me.""I came to talk about your husband's career and his possible promotion to the presidency of our company and the part that you will be instrumental in playing in seeing him realize his ambitions."“My part?” I felt warning bells going off. "But how can I possibly assist you, Mr. Sylvester?""Lovely lady, you can guarantee his promotion by simply being nice to me."About that time, with his comment to be nice to him, I realized that I had unconsciously allowed my thighs to relax and that my knees were no longer together. I quickly considered pushing them together and decided to let it go. What was done, is done. Maybe he can see my panties and maybe not."I don't understand." I stammered. But already I was hoping that what had crossed my mind wouldn’t come true. My mind was whirling with his words as he continued to gaze unrestrainedly at my legs, and letting his eyes drift up to my breasts. I felt my face turning red."Let me explain it to you then."His eyes fixed on mine and he continued."Gloria, You are a beautiful woman, and I think beautiful women should share their charms and their bodies, and not keep them for just one man. You have been to the company gatherings and been seen by all. There is not a man in my company who hasn't expressed the desire to sleep with you, no, the word is they all want to fuck you, but I have the means to accomplish that for myself."I think that was the exact moment that my situation became obvious. His outright use of the F word shocked me. ‘They want? He wants to fuck me?’ My heart was pounding because already I was feeling trapped. I stood up and pulled my skirt down. I couldn’t meet his eyes. "I think you should leave now, Mr. Sylvester. Your language is very crude."He continued to sit there and smile, almost leering up at me."Ah, I see you don't understand." He paused, "If you don't grant me my wishes, your husband will not be promoted, and that will be the end of his dream.""When I tell Richard about this you will have to answer to him." I stammered as my mind was reeling from what was happening. Deep down, I knew. There is no way that I can win this."Let me put it another way, if you don't grant me some pleasure with you, your husband will be dismissed. Oh, he will be allowed to resign, but there will be a cloud over his leaving the company, and I will plant rumors that will insure that he will never attain a high office in any company ever again."His smile was gone now.Trying to absorb what I was hearing, I sat down and all my breath seemed to leave me. He immediately zoned in again on my legs as my skirt pulled up. This time I didn’t bother to tug it down or push my knees together."You will have to readjust your life away from country clubs, fine homes, and the lifestyle you now enjoy." he paused, "So think about it very carefully before you get too indignant. After all, all I am asking is for you to be pleasant for a little time and it will all be over, and you and Richard will have all you have hoped for, is that too much to ask?"He sat back, poured himself some more coffee, sipped it and looked at me over the cup.I sat there stunned not knowing what to do or say, realizing that this despicable little man had the power to destroy everything that we had hoped for. And I thought of our two children whose future could be changed forever because of this man. And I realized that all those rumors about him stopping at nothing to get what he wanted were true."Your husband will never know unless you are foolish enough to tell him, because that would have an effect on your marriage that would never go away, so think carefully before you decide that my request is unthinkable to you."“You’re asking me to cheat on my husband.” My voice rose, almost pleadingly. ”Mr. Sylvester, Can’t you see how traumatic that might be for me?For some reason he kept going back to my married name instead of using just Gloria. I suspect that addressing me by my married title was making this entire affair more exciting for him.“Mrs. Jacobsen, have you ever been fucked by any other man besides your husband?”“Fu…? No, of course not, I was raised to be a good girl.”“Well, this can be your chance to be a bad girl for a change. Just think: feeling a strange cock within your pussy for the first time. You just might enjoy it, and you can tell yourself it’s not cheating since you will be helping out your husband’s career.”One thing for sure I was thinking. Strange cock or not, this man was not appealing and no way would I enjoy this. As he calmly sipped coffee, I sat shaking inside with the thought that I didn't have many choices, if I agreed I would have to put up with some unspeakable indignities with a man I now detested, and if I ordered him out, I was jeopardizing the future of my entire family."How can I be sure that you will do what you promise?" I askedHe knew then that he had me."You must trust me to keep my word" he simply said, with a smile."Then what comes next," I asked, my voice sounding resigned?“First, since you have been sitting there and teasing with that skirt that pulls up so nicely, you can raise it now as you sit there and show me your legs, all the way up.”I hesitated, then, going slowly, my face turned red as I tugged my skirt up over my knees and looked at him.“Higher.”My heart was pounding as I had to raise my butt a little ways off the couch to do as he wanted, and I ended up with my skirt up almost all the way to my panties.“Now spread your legs, wide.”My body shook a little and strangely, I felt my nipples suddenly harden as they rubbed against the inside of my silk blouse. Again doing it slowly, I opened my legs, further exposing my stockings, garter belt and white panties to his view.“Very nice, Mrs. Jacobsen... You have fine taste in underthings. I’ve always felt that white underwear is the most intimate.”Strangely, I felt a rush of heat surge through my vagina as I displayed my undies to him. I gave him ten more seconds to stare while opening my legs even further, and I could actually hear his breathing. My voice was softer now as I asked, “Now what’s next?”"Well, you might show me your bedroom to start with." He smiled as he looked at me knowing that my surrender was almost complete. In just minutes or less he was going to be getting very intimate with me. Our eyes met and avoiding his I looked away and in the direction we would be going."It’s this way”, I said as I closed my legs and stood up. I couldn't believe what was happening to me.He followed me into the hallway and I started up the stairs, and as I did I felt his hand under the back of my skirt and then it was on my bottom feeling me as we ascended. I stopped and looked at him and my face was burning."A man loves to watch a woman from behind as she walks, but it is even better to feel her walking." he said without apology.“You promise that my husband or anyone else will never know?”He sneered. “They’ll know only if you tell them, my dear.”“All…alright then.”Totally humiliated, I turned and started up the stairs as his hand found me again, feeling and groping me all the way up the stairs. I almost ran into the bedroom. He closed the door behind him, and motioned me to the center of the room.I realized then that I had made a mistake bringing him into the room I share with my husband but it was too late now. I was going to be fucking another man on my marriage bed.From there it all happened very quickly.He walked over to me and put his arms around me then pulled my head to him and he kissed me, and felt my bottom and probed between my buttocks with his fingers, and he kept kissing me now using his tongue and then I felt him pull up my skirt and his hands were inside my panties, one hand in the front and one in the back, and he was rubbing my pussy, and feeling my bottom, and then his fingers two of them I think were inside me, and I pushed him away in revulsion.Acting ‘indifferent’ at my rejection of his advances, he went over and sat on the divan.My pussy still tingling from his sudden assault with his fingers, I just stood there, unsure of how to react. I knew that I had screwed up by pushing him away. If I wasn’t going to go through with it, why had I allowed him to start? That is what he must be thinking."Perhaps I am rushing you, beautiful lady." he said. "If you are wise you will try to enjoy this as I know I can give you great pleasure if only you will let yourself relax."I knew that I must control my emotions because I felt sure now that he would be very vindictive if I let him know I found him repulsive."I need a little time." I stammered. "It is all happening so very suddenly, and I’ve never done this before.”."He looked inquisitively at me. “Was that true, that you have only fucked your husband?”I corrected him. “Only made love to my husband.”"Of course." he said. “Only been made love to by your husband and now you will only be fucked by me. I think that might be an appropriate way to describe it since it is probable you have never really been fucked before.”‘Fucked before...’ My mind was filled with images of this man lying naked on me and probing my body with whatever he had between his legs. He was correct. I. knew this would be fucking because there was no way in Hell would I be making love with this disgusting little man!He grinned at me, an evil looking grin. “Had enough time yet?”"I think I am OK now." I whispered. I was staring at him, trying in my mind to become interested enough in him to maybe allow myself to become aroused, if I was aroused, this might be easier to do. What he was saying was true. I made love to my husband, anyone else would be fucking. As yet, I had not realized what being fucked truly meant."Wonderful, then perhaps you can slowly take off your clothes for me, I have wondered for many years what you would look like totally nude, and I must confess I can hardly wait to find out."I breathed a little sigh of relief as I realized that at least he wouldn't be touching me while I did as he asked, so I decided to try to stretch it out as long as possible to postpone what I knew he wanted to do to me. I unbuttoned my silk blouse, and pulled it out of my skirt, and I let it drop to the floor.Turning slowly I sat on the bottom of the bed as he stared at me, and pulling up my skirt, undid the fastening to my stockings and slowly slipped them down, kicking off my high heels, and dropped them on the rug."Please put the high heels back on." he said quietly.I did as he asked.Unzipping the skirt I let it slip to the floor. Now I am standing in my bra, panties, and garter belt. I turn slowly, trying to prolong the moments. With my back to him I unsnap the brassiere, and my breasts are bared. I turn around to face him, and his face is almost distorted as he stares at me.“Those are really nice tits. Let’s see some more.”I am running out of things to do, and slowly I unsnap the garter belt and let it drop to the floor.He gasps as he looks at me in what is a very sheer pair of panties that don't do much to cover my mound. I turn slowly, a complete turn, and another.“Now baby, show me that pussy that soon is going to be wrapped around my cock.”That starts me trembling. Then hooking my thumbs in the waist of my panties I slowly slide them down, and I sit on the edge of the bed again and take them over my knees, calves, and slip them over my heels. Slowly I stand up again, and I am completely nude except for the strand of pearls and my high heels. He is staring at me with hunger that scares me a little."Come over here."I slowly walk over to him and stand in front of him, and he leans forward and kisses my belly, which causes a shiver to race through me from my hips to my shoulder blades. Then his stubby forefinger slips between my legs and he presses his finger against my clitoris. I jerk away in shock from this invasion of my body."You must be a little more cooperative my dear, remember what's at stake here and don't destroy this great future for your husband and your family."Numbly I look at him and nod my submission.Again his fingers find my clitoris, and he gently starts to massage it, and his other hand goes around me to my bottom, which he wantonly explores. Despite myself my knees are getting shaky, and I am getting very wet. My clitoris is swelling and is responding to his caresses, because that is what they are.I can’t help it as the first groan erupts from my lips. “Ooooooh.”Based on the way he had first been fondling me, I was expecting him to be rough, but he isn't and it would be easier if he was, because he is arousing me and I feel ashamed and dirty. I had wanted to be aroused but my guilt keeps me asking myself how can I possibly take pleasure in what this pig is doing to me?“Feels good, doesn’t it?”My face is red as I nod my head in agreement.Suddenly he stands up and leads me to the center of the room, and he steps away and starts to remove his clothing. I try to look everywhere but at him, but I am drawn irresistibly to the sight of this grotesque little man, exposing his fat belly and his ugly body, which now has a full erection.I’m surprised. ‘Oh shit! Just look at that!’I am used to being made love to by six slim inches, but now something else is coming my way. I can't take my eyes off his erect penis. It is not real long, maybe a little more than seven inches, but it is extremely thick, from the fat knob and going all the way down the shaft where it is even thicker, and I can't imagine what will happen when he decides it is time to r******** me, for that's what is happening. I am being coerced into sex with this terrible man.Using his right hand, he pulls the foreskin up over the head and back again. "Not bad for a little man, eh?" he leers at me.I don't respond, but the expression on my face gives me away. “Can’t decide whether to be scared or excited, is that it?”“Yes,” I answer honestly.“If you have to do this, you want it to feel good, don’t you?”“Yes!” I had just wanted to agree with him, but I realized that the way I had given a quick answer had made it sound like I was excited. “I thought about something like this years ago.”“What’s that? You mean screwing me?”“No, I mean, if I ever for some unknown reason decided to cheat on my husband, then I wanted…” I paused, unable to go on.“If you decided to cheat, you wanted…what, Mrs. Jacobsen?”If I have to do this, with a man not my husband, then I want the man to feel different.” I took another hard look at his penis. “And you’ll definitely feel different.”“Now that you have seen my prick, are you admitting that you might find it to be exciting, and that you might actually end up wanting it?”I answered honestly. “Yes. I can see where that might happen.”Then, not wanting to be constantly reminded that I am cheating, I smiled and asked: "Please call me Gloria."He sort of sneered at me. "No, for today you shall go on being 'Mrs. Jacobsen' because today you are a wife fucking your husband's boss for his advancement."I nodded sheepishly. "Yes. I understand.""And doing it in your marriage bed," he said, softly. "Now, put your hands on the bed and bend over." he orders.I do as he says, putting my hands on my marriage bed and feeling tears come to my eyes at the thought. I feel fully and terribly @@@@@@@ as he is now behind me. My buttocks, my anus, my pussy, they are all out there and fully @@@@@@@.He thrusts himself against me and I can feel that big penis between my buttocks, as his hands reach under and find my dangling breasts, with the nipples fully erect.It isn’t bad enough that he is forcing me to have sex with him, but he has to put me into the most submissive or maybe, humiliating position as well. Then he takes one hand and finds my clit again and begins massaging it gently, and as he does so I feel him placing the head of that thick penis into my vagina, and he slowly eases it in and I can't believe how my vagina is stretching to allow him entry.“Mmmm…mmmph!” His fat knob had gone past my lips and I actually felt my lips struggle to open wider in order to accept his even thicker shaft.Thank goodness I have had children otherwise I could never handle this.“Ooooh Noooo, ooooh please…” He has gone in several inches and I have never felt so violated, with that great thickness filling and stretching me to what I know is my physical limit. And now he begins to thrust into me, again and again as his fingers masterfully stroke my clitoris.His entry seems to go on forever and then I know he has penetrated me as far as his dick will go when I feel his body, mainly his balls hit up against me.For the first time since having my first child, it feels like my pussy is being filled again, only more so because Sylvester is so big. But something else is happening because my vagina has suddenly begun feeling very wet. There is pleasure here, pleasure that cannot be denied.“Uuuuh uhhhh uuuuh” he is pounding me, punishing me with his brutal cock and I feel it, him, beginning to take total control of my body. My lips, indeed my entire vagina is being tugged along with each stroke of his meaty penis. Despite myself I know I am going to have an orgasm to end all, and I can't fight it as he keeps thrusting and massaging me.“TALK TO ME MRS. JACOBSEN! USE MY NAME AND TELL ME HOW YOU LIKE it!”He has yelled it, and I sense what he wants to hear. With the knowledge that this man is going to make me orgasm, I have no problem coming up with things to say. “Mr. Sylvester…Oh Victor, It feels good. Your cock feels incredibly good.” And then I added with a giggle, “and it definitely feels different!”“Keep talking. Do you like the way my cock stretches your tight little cunt?”I have never liked hearing that vulgar C word being used to describe a woman’s vagina, but now hearing it arouses me further. He is talking about MY cunt!“I like the way it is stretching my tight little cunt…YES!” Then I volunteered more info without being asked. “You knew once you got it in that I would react like this, didn’t you?”Before he could respond I had something else to say. “Mmmm…Victor, it’s…my cunt is cumming! Ooooohhhh…”He kept pumping. “You…you’re…I’m cumming again!”I am racked with shudders as I orgasm again and again and he is breathing rapidly and I am trying not to cry out but I already have and I feel filthy and dirty with this horrible man inside me, fucking me, yes fucking my cunt with his thickness until I can't support myself anymore and I fall onto the bed as he drops along with me and lays his stomach on my back as he continues to ravish me with that thick monstrosity.“Ooooh Victor that feels so good.” I immediately bite my tongue. ‘Why am I still saying it?’“’I’m still cumming!” Even on my stomach there is no escaping the intense pleasure as I climax still again. Like he had said, I had never really been fucked before.“Victor, you evil man. You own my body now and you know it, don’t you? I’ve never felt anything like this before.”"You are reacting exactly as I expected, Mrs. Jacobsen."Finally he explodes inside me and I can feel his contractions, and hear his breathing as he achieves orgasm. Again I feel something new, something different as his penis bucks and discharges what feels like a huge load inside me.I am gasping, trying to catch my breath as I feel the incredible wetness that now seems to have soaked my pussy. He slips out, dragging half my pussy back with him, and falls on the bed beside me.I couldn’t move and as I lay there I hoped that he was done and would now leave, yet at the same time I wanted him to stay for just a little longer, the time it would take to bring me to orgasm again. I felt wetness, wetness everywhere, from my eyes, my pussy, even my mouth as I realized I was drooling.“So tell me, Mrs. Jacobsen, have you ever been fucked before?” He has rolled up against me and placed his arm possessively around me.I felt so weak, so drained that I couldn’t even raise my head to reply, but as I turned my head to the side, our eyes met. I knew what he wanted to hear. I smiled weakly at him. “Yes. I’ve been fucked.”“When were you fucked?”“Just now. You fucked me.”“Was that your first fucking?“Yes.” I looked him in the eyes, hoping to build his ego so that he would feel more kindly towards me. “You were right Victor. I understand now. Until you I had never been fucked before.”“So who owns you?”I had already said that he owns me. Still, I hesitate.“Who owns you? Say the name.”I say it like I am telling someone else. “Mr. Victor Sylvester. He owns me, he and his thick cock.” I added 'his cock' because it seemed to me that I was not giving in to just him, and I wanted Victor to know that he also needs his cock to own me."Lay on your back." he commands.I roll over exhausted and not much caring about anything except having another orgasm and then when it is done, getting him out of my house.“Yes, I want to cum one last time. Make me cum.”But it isn't done. He is on his knees, his head between my legs, and he is kissing and licking me. My clit, he is licking, and my labia, and inserting his tongue into my vagina. ’Doesn’t he mind my pussy being filled with his cum?Oh God no, I am going to cum again, and I do, and I experience multiple orgasms, and finally he withdraws his head from between my legs and comes up beside me on the bed.I am surprised. Instead of taking and using me like before, he has done something for me. When he wraps an arm around me and draws me close, I respond warmly to his first kiss, and when his tongue enters, I tongue him back."Now beautiful lady, one more thing we have to do before we end this most delightful morning."I stare at him, and wonder what it is that he wants.He straddles me and puts my arms above my head and his penis is between my breasts as he pushes my breasts together around his member. Quickly it becomes erect again, and he moves up the bed and puts his penis to my mouth. "Oh No, Please no." I beg,"Ah, but you must, or everything will be incomplete." he says.I open my mouth, and his massive head is inside my mouth, and I am almost choking it is so large."Don't be coy. You know what I want you to do."Defeated now I begin to suck as he pushes into my mouth, and he takes one of my hands and places it on his member and I am holding it and sucking it.“Run your tongue over the head.”Yes, he owns me and I do as he says. Wanting to explore further in order to help take my mind off what I know will be the final result, I begin feeling the head of his thick prick and at one point the tip of my tongue finds the opening in front and since the tip of a tongue is so sensitive it feels like my tongue is going way inside since the opening in his prick, like the prick itself, is so large.He laughs.” Keep that tongue tip there and my hot cum will knock it out of the way, big time.”I don’t want that of course, his cum shooting into my mouth and knocking my tongue around, so I quickly take it out of the opening and return to running my tongue all around the head. This is easier than allowing him to fuck my mouth with his thickness and I hope he finds that satisfactory.He does. “Oh yeah, baby. I love that action with the tongue.”He is breathing harder and harder until he grows even larger and ejaculates into my mouth. Because my mouth is slightly opened in shock I have some cooler air coming in and as a result his cum feels hot.I try to turn my head but he is holding me until his orgasm is over. Without saying a word he continues to hold my head over his prick. I know what it is he expects and my entire body quivers as I try to swallow. His cum is thick and there is a lot of it but finally, it is all down.“Who owns you? I want to hear you say it so I know that you got it all down.”“You own me Victor.”Then he pulls away and I am totally ravished, weak, and drained. And I am sweating. I wipe away what I can from my face with the sheet as he lays there recovering. Finally he gets up without a word and goes into the bathroom and closes the door. I hear the shower running.I have pulled the sheet up over my naked and used body when he comes out. "You are a magnificent woman, with a body that men would kill for." He said as he put on his clothes.I sighed as his limp but still thick looking cock disappeared beneath his clothes. I wanted more of it one last time, but I hated this man just the same."You are everything that I dreamed you would be, and now when I see you at company functions, you can be sure that I will see you completely naked in my mind as you were for me this morning."He walked to the bedroom door."Oh, one last thing, the board meeting to choose our next president is not until Friday of next week. So I shall have Richard attend a financial seminar in Los Angeles next week. Please keep Wednesday open for me. From ten in the morning and all afternoon if need be.’He planned, demanded another session. The damage had already been done. I had been intimate with another man and I had, for the most part, enjoyed it. So now I was to be given another chance, one last chance to be fucked, truly fucked.Smiling, I readily agreed, with one slight change. “Until 3 P.M. My kids come home at 3:15.” I looked hopefully at him. ”Victor, if you come at ten that will still give us five hours.”“Give us five hours to do…what?”“Five hours to fuck.”“Five hours for me to fuck what part of your body?”I knew what he wanted to hear and as I felt my face burning as I used that word. “Five hours for you to fuck my cunt.” I smiled hopefully at him. “Five hours for you to fuck me like no one else can.”“That will be time enough.”And he was gone. I shook my head. Is he really planning on fucking me for five hours?As I gingerly felt around my brutally ravished and slightly tender pussy with my fingers, I lay there shaking, knowing that, orgasms aside, I was going to have to go through the whole nightmare again in a few days. But what choice did I have? I had none.So what did I do? I shaved my pussy in order to surprise Victor. This next time would be the last time so I decided to go all out. Such was the price a loving wife must do in order to help her husband.Of course, in the interim I had to do a little fibbing. My husband was so excited that I had shaved my pussy to surprise him that he made love to me twice that next week and though I was afraid he might he did not seem to notice any change to the interior of my pussy that had recently been stretched to the limit.He felt small to me going in. It puzzled me that he maybe could not feel a difference because it seemed like he was not stretching me like before.Maybe it was just that I was, however, aware of the size differential between my husband and his boss. I had an orgasm each time with my husband, but that was it, just an orgasm and not multiples. My husband though, during one of our two sessions pulled his cock out of my pussy and jacked off, shooting his warm cum all over my shaved cunt.“Why did you do that,” I asked, smiling up at him?“I don’t know baby, except that without all that hair, it will be real easy to do a cleanup.”“That’s true,” I giggled. I sort of raised my hips toward him. "Want to lap it up?""No. I won't go that far."And my husband’s boss came the next Wednesday promptly at 10 am.Part 2 Round 2.I was having second thoughts now. Though I had shaved my pussy for Victor, if I had a choice, I now wished not to have to go through with this. In an effort to be as unattractive as possible, I was wearing an old grey sweatshirt and sweat pants, and running shoes. With a scarf holding my hair, I hoped that he would not find me becoming. He walked in as I opened the door, and looking at me he quickly took me in his arms."So you favor the athletic look this morning." and holding my head so I couldn't escape his lips he began kissing me and as I finally turned my head away his hands went inside the waistband of my sweats and he fondled my buttocks as he kept on kissing my neck, and I could feel his maleness against my belly."Let us go upstairs." and as we went he felt my bottom all the way up the stairs and into the bedroom. I didn’t know why, but my pussy was already tingling. Then I knew why, it was the thought of how thick that cock of his is. I also was remembering what he had said, about all afternoon if necessary.If he fucks me for five full hours, I will probably be crawling instead of walking.In the bedroom he pulled the scarf off my head letting my hair down to my shoulders, he then pulled the sweatshirt over my head, and told me to remove the pants. I complied and stood there in a bra and panties. This time, instead of cowering, I stood there with my shoulders back and stared back at him.He stared. “Your pussy looks different under those panties…” his eyes widened. “Damn, even with those panties on I can see that you have shaved that cunt. Did you do that for me?”I wanted to lie but decided to tell the truth. One last time with him and it would be over. “Yes, I did it for you but of course my husband thinks otherwise.”“Does he like your shaved cunt?”“I guess so since he pulled out of me and jacked off and came all over it.” I was feeling ornery now.“Pull those panties off and let’s have a look.” I did and again I stood before him with my shoulders back as he studied my shaved snatch."You look ravishing, Mrs. Jacobsen, simply ravishing. Let us take a shower together."As I took off my shoes, he undressed and then led me into the over sized shower that Richard and I had built in. He quickly soaped my body and then his and embraced me with his full erection pressed between my legs and then he pushed his stubby finger into my anus quickly as I gasped and tried to escape his grasp."Please don't, please don't." I begged. “Not there!”He ignored me and thrust his finger in deeper as he moved his penis against my clitoris and between my legs. The devil knew how to arouse me even though I was sickened by his touch.The day was going to be long as he was doing his best to demonstrate, over and over again, how I had never been fucked, until him. Regrettably, he was right. He had obviously planned what he would do.He fucked me, fucked my cunt, and I started having orgasms before he was fully into me. On my back, I really felt like I was being fucked, and though I hated what he was doing to me, I was responding warmly to his offered kisses.At one point I asked him how he could possibly keep going. He smiled with that ugly smile and said,"You must understand that your sexual attraction coupled with a man who is very hungry for you, plus a touch of the right medication - well all things are possible.My god, I thought, he has taken drugs to keep himself ready. Those commercials on T.V. warn of ‘erections lasting four hours’ and I was wondering if he might end up in an emergency room."You must surely know that your beautiful clitoris comes alive at the touch of my fingers, your nipples become very erect, your ass is so beautifully rounded demanding to be fondled, your vagina is so small it is a great source of pleasure simply trying to enter you, and with such a great reward when one does, and your magnificent breasts which take my breath away, are shaped like those of Venus, heavy and firm.Yes Mrs. Jacobsen, there are many reason why I can stay aroused for a long time when I am with you. You may try to pretend, even believe that you are disgusted by having to do this, but your body is responding to my caresses, and you get very wet, and your breathing comes faster, and I know that you have achieved several orgasms while we have been together."I hated what he was saying because he was right. He was doing anything he wanted, and I couldn't stop him for fear of his revenge on my husband and me. But my body was responding to him whether I wanted to or not.My husband’s promotion was dependent on my willingness to please, so finally I admitted it, though it was hard to do.“You were right, Mr. Sylvester. I had never been fucked before you.” To prove my sincerity, I wrapped my fingers around his prick and leaning down, kissed the head of his prick. “I’ve really enjoy getting this prick of yours.” I gave him a stroke and sighed. “it’s not just the way it stretches my lips, the lips on my cunt, it’s also how it gets right up in there and rubs my G spot. I’ve never before felt orgasms like those.”He became fully erect and this time I wanted it. “I…I’ve never before had multiple orgasms, back to back, until you.”He surprised me when he got up and walked over to his clothes. He pulled a small digital camera out of a pocket, pointed it at me and said: “Now you can pose for me.”I sighed. “Really? You want naked pictures?” I knew it would be fruitless to resist.“Yes, really! These photos will be for me to enjoy while you are enjoying the fruits of your labor with all the extra money your husband will be earning”He photographed me full naked front, back, on my knees with my ass and pussy pushing out and up from the rear, and then with me lying on my back with a pillow under my head and holding my vaginal lips opened with the fingers of both my hands while I smiled invitingly into the camera..Then, after showing the results to me, he went further, taking close up photos of my pussy being stretched wide in various positions by his perpetually hard prick. And again, he showed me the results, and for the first time I could see how my tortured lips looked so thin because of being stretched so far.His cock looked so wide compared to my cunt, ooh, there’s that damned C word. Excuse me since I am not saying this for him, his cock looked so wide compared to my vagina, that I still cannot understand how it is able to fit inside me.He studied my face while I studied the photos. “Hot, aren’t they?”I had to admit that they were. “Yes, very.”“Show me which one you like the best.”“Well, this one is the second best.” It was a photo that he had taken by holding the camera over our heads and aiming straight down between us. His cock looks impossibly large. Even though his head is already into me in the photo, it still looks like their is no way that the rest will fit into me, but somehow, it does. He studied it. “Yes, that’s one of my favorites too. My cock does look rather wide going into your shaved cunt. You picked that one as ‘second best,’ so which one is the best?”“This one.” It wasn’t hard to choose. I had picked out the one that, though it was a close up shot of my cunt, yes my cunt, I was used to having it called that now, being stretched, it also happened to show my face in the background. My face was slightly out of focus, but you could see that it looked like I was really enjoying it.“Excellent choice, Mrs. Jacobsen.”That seemed to spur him on. Again he fucked me, and that is the only word for it, once as I had to bend over the bed, another time his full weight crushed me into the mattress as he did it again, and this time my legs were high around him as he was thrusting inside me and his finger was probing in my anus. Despite all this and my shame, I was thinking of those photos and found myself responding to his probing tongue while he probed my other two holes.Yes, I was responding to his probing tongue, not only responding to his kisses, but offering up some kisses of my own.That was probably my best orgasm, ever. I can't deny that I was having orgasms. I had many throughout the course of that day. He rested by making me model various items of lingerie, which he had discovered in my dressing table. He even went into my wardrobe and pulled out a very slinky cocktail dress, which he directed me to put on over my naked body. Then he pulled some spike heels out of the closet and had me put them on. Then he sat down and told me to walk around the room.He took another five or six photos.As I continued to pose he unashamedly fondled himself until I could see he was fully erect again, and he stood quickly and turned me around and felt me from head to toe running his stubby rough hands over the silk of my dress and finally when he apparently could not wait any longer, he pulled the dress up to my waist and threw me on the bed and entered me again, this time more roughly, and it was a long time before he achieved orgasm.Again, I was right there with him, fucking back at him with my hips and achieving orgasm, only in multiples of what he could manage.Some of the time he would get himself aroused by making me take that huge penis into my mouth until he became hard enough to fuck me again. He made me kneel to do it, or he would have me lie on the bed and he would make me suck him as he buried his head between my legs.I reached the point where I didn't care anymore. Orgasms or not, I just wanted it over. I don't know how many times he was inside me, or how many times he made me suck him. But finally he could no longer perform. He pulled me into the shower and forced me to soap him down and rub his body. He wanted me to arouse him again, but it was no use, he was unable to do anything.Even soft that prick of his was so wide that my mouth had to open as far as possible to take it in. I dried myself with a towel as he dressed. He had stopped talking and it was almost five hours from the time he came until he left my home.I think that during those five hours Victor spent as much time inside me as my husband had in a year, and my pussy could feel it.The kissing too, Sylvester now held the record. I kiss my husband only rarely during the sex act, but Sylvester had kept me going, craving his kisses even though I hated them.I threw all the clothing he had touched, even the dress, which up till that time had been my favorite, into the trash. All I could think of was that he was gone and it was over.Of course he had those photos to gloat and masturbate over for as long as he wanted. I could only hope that no one else would be seeing them.Now I must wait until Friday when Richard came home and we could celebrate. I decided that I would make it very special.For the remainder of Wednesday evening, it was impossible not to think about the past hours with Sylvester, who had ravished me, used me, taken every pleasure he wanted, and humiliated me over and over again.But there was no question that he had made me have many orgasms because in addition to that marvelous appendage between his legs he knew everything that would turn a woman on, even though her mind was unwilling his sexual knowledge had brought my body to fruitI had to admit to myself he had never really been rough, and I bore no marks to show what he had done to me. Well except for having very tender and red lips as I studied myself by using a hand mirror.The first time he came I had been so tense for the first hour, and then when I realized that the power he had over my husband and I, and our future, was so absolute that while I never returned his lust, I became pliant and tried not to think about what he was doing, but only with partial success.But when he returned this morning, I was cringing with the thought of what would happen. He saw right through my unappealing dress, and quickly reduced me to being his sex toy again. Afterward, I had showered for an hour trying to get the dirty feeling out of my mind. I decided that I would be so sexy for Richard on Friday when he came home to me, that he and I would start to blur the memories of my treatment at the hands of Sylvester.Richard could never know. Sylvester was right about that. It would destroy my marriage. The mental images that it would bring to Richard would be too much for us to survive together.I had mental images of my own to contend with. That night, as I slept alone, I dreamed of Mr. Sylvester, and mainly it was his cock that I dreamed about. “Ooooh!” I woke up with my hand on my pussy and moved it away in disgust. Apparently, while awake I could control my thoughts and memories of my husband’s boss, but sleeping was another matter. Finally, a few minutes later and unable to sleep, my hand returned to my tingling snatchI almost called him, but he was married.“Oooh Mr. Sylvester, Victor, fuck my cunt with that marvelous prick”In my fantasies I had begun to use the ‘C’ word. I hated that word, but because it seemed so dirty I enjoyed using it when I was thinking of Victor. Victor, you see, had taught me to use it. I put a pillow over my chest and began hugging it with one arm while my other arm was between my legs. I was moaning and whispering the words as I worked my worn pussy toward another orgasm.I needed something to focus my mind on about my sessions with Victor. My mind was working along with the fingers of my tight hand.’ It would be so nice,’ I was thinking, ‘if I could have copies of those penetration photos Mr. Sylvester had taken.’I was thinking back and decided that the position I liked most with Mr. Sylvester was the missionary, with him on top of me nipple to nipple as I had my legs up and around him. Disgusting as it was with all that sweating between us and how close to me that placed him, it was at that time that I would respond the most to his unwelcome kisses.“Oh Victor, you feel so good. Fuck me daddy. Like you said, I had never been fucked.”My orgasm was intense, but not as good as I had hoped. I think it was because Victor had almost fucked me raw. I had learned. Though fantasizing on someone can be good, the real thing is better.The same dream came to me on Thursday as well. I was taking a nap and once again I masturbated to orgasm. That bastard Sylvester, even now when I was trying to save it for my husband he was taking control of my thoughts.Friday was finally here. I had iced a bottle of champagne, and I was dressed in the most provocative way that I could think of, I had even gone shopping to replace the garments that had such bad memories for me, and tonight I was showing off as much of me as I could, without being completely naked, when Richard walked in the front door.I went to him, champagne in one hand, glasses in the other, and he took one look at me and wrapped his arms around me feeling my bottom, and kissing me again and again as he fondled me."I really need this tonight, darling, the last two weeks have been very difficult, they named John Fitzwater president last Wednesday while I was in LA, so we'll have to wait a little longer, but tonight is ours."Part 3 Making the best of things.I hope that that night was memorable for Richard, as I did everything I could to please him. But all the time I was thinking about that bastard Sylvester. He never had any idea of promoting Richard; he just wanted to possess his wife. I was almost nauseous from disgust at myself for falling for his threat. But then, what could I have done? He certainly could have ruined our lives.My mind was filled with memories of how Victor Sylvester had used me, and of how I had responded. And he still had those photos.After that our lives settled down once again. The masturbation sessions ended. A month passed. I had almost been able to put my horrible experience with Sylvester out of my mind, and then one day the phone rang. It was he."Mrs. Jacobsen, Victor Sylvester.""Yes." I said coldly."I felt I owed you an explanation. I apologize for lying to you but you must know that your husband was definitely the choice for president, until I decided to make it a competition among the four candidate’s wives.""What are you saying, that you used four wives to determine a promotion?""Yes, I thought that it was a great opportunity for me to get to know all four of you better, and it was a business decision as two of the candidates were very good, your husband being one of two favorites, and the other two perhaps less qualified, but the chance to sample the charms of four lovely ladies was too good for me to pass up."My head was spinning in disbelief to think that I had been performing in a vile contest put together for this terrible man's pleasure. If he had chosen John Fitzpatrick to be president, then that must mean that his wife Marilyn had spread her legs for him .I knew Marilyn, she seemed to be even more conservative than me and I couldn’t believe that Marilyn had done that, so I waited to hear what revelations Victor might divulge."I am afraid one of the ladies, a red-headed beauty, was very forgettable, and I am sure that her husband finds her frigid. I pity him, but I will say that she managed somehow to take my prick and have an orgasm, two or three actually.”I knew who he was probably talking about. She was a tiny thing and I could hardly imagine her being under one Victor Sylvester and taking his massive cock. “That was Harold Carter’s wife?”He hesitated. “Yes, you guessed it, poor little innocent Betty Carter. I fear I gave her red-haired cunt quite a shock that day. After quite a while of me trying to enter her and her crying crocodile tears, I finally allowed her to mount me and after several minutes while she sweated all over me she finally got herself down over it. I think it surprised her when she had her first cum soon after.I also knew Betty, casually, so wanted to hear more. “She enjoyed it?” I could feel my pussy tingling.“No, Betty hated it right up until her surprise orgasm. The next two times she did enjoy it, but she was crying half the time, even when she was cumming.”I had the fingers of one hand under my skirt now.“The poor thing” I sighed loud enough for him to hear. “It must have been hard for her, having to do that.” I sighed again…”but I suppose it was easier for her the second and third time.”“I don’t know if it was easier since the fit between us was extremely tight. She never did loosen up, but she was willing, remember that. She was helping her husband and all that.”“Yeah, right. Betty was helping her husband in the same way I was helping my husband! Tell me Sylvester, while Betty was ‘helping her husband,’ was she kissing you too?”My fingers were steadily rubbing now.“But of course. Like I said, it surprised her when she had that first orgasm. She was kissing me before the orgasm ended. Betty had still more orgasms after the first one, so she seemed to enjoy the kissing.”Did you get photos? Oh, and did you pay her two visits like you did me?”“That’s a ‘yes’ and a ‘no.’ I took some photos with her the first time because her husband was not going out of town like your husband was. So unfortunately there was no second time.”“Those must be some photos.” As I rubbed my cunt I was remembering how stretched my cunt had looked in his photos and wondering how Betty’s looked. I wanted to ask, but remember, I was supposed to be mad at Sylvester.He laughed. “On the other hand, Mrs. Jacobsen, you were incredibly sexy, and would have won hands down if it hadn't been for one thing.""And what would that be?" I asked coldly as my mind went to Marilyn. And then he confirmed it."Marilyn Fitzpatrick, while not possessed with your physical attributes, was very, very cooperative after the first few minutes once she saw my cock, and was a very willing sex partner. Even though you had almost continuous orgasms with me, she seemed to better appreciate my cock.Also, she didn’t seem to feel guilty about it because she wished to continue the 'relationship' with me after her husband was promoted. While not quite in your league, Marilyn certainly is extremely well put together and extremely appreciative of my attentions."He laughed. “She can’t seem to get enough of my cock. From what Marilyn tells me, because of my cock she rarely has sex with her husband anymore.”"I see," I said, while kicking myself. If I had known, I would have been more cooperative myself, though I would not have been stupid enough to deny my husband. I knew Marilyn, and now I resented her for ‘winning out’, though at the same time I was glad that the pressure had been taken off me.Marilyn I knew pretty well. We had shared time and conversation at company social gatherings, and I liked her.Then he came out with the shocker. “Marilyn loves the photos I took of you, especially the ones of my cock in that tight little shaved cunt of yours.”My heart was in my throat, but I had no response. Victor had promised that no one would ever know and he had not kept his word. I wanted to chew him out, but there was something else that I wanted more. Then I came out with it. “Can I have copies?” I was laying back on the couch now and rubbing my cunt even faster.“What? You want photos for your husband to find?”“I guess that wouldn’t be a good idea. Forget that I asked.”“If you would like to re-visit the photos, I am sure I could arrange for you to view them with Marilyn and me. She did remark about how nice your figure is. As a matter of fact, based on the way she was studying those photos of you, I would say that she is attracted to you.”He waited, giving me time to think on it.“I might do that. I’ll let you know.” For some reason, his mention of the three of us together under those circumstances had sent my mind whirling. Then he blew it. He said it fast, maybe because he was admitting it, and I didn't have a chance to get a word in edgewise."Oh, and one other thing, Mrs. Jacobsen, your husband's record with Elotus is remarkable. His financial skills have made us very successful, and any idea of releasing him was out of the question. So I did lie to you. His job was never in jeopardy; in fact we constantly worry about him leaving us for greener pastures. So I must apologize for that threat. If you had refused me, I could not have followed through on my threat. I am too good a businessman to have ever entertained the thought of dismissing your husband." He laughed and went on, "and I am sure the board would have overruled any attempt to remove him. So thank you lovely lady, I will never forget the time I spent in your arms."The phone went dead.What an asshole.I sat there shaking in disbelief. I had been completely used and abused. He had extorted sexual pleasure from me and apparently three other wives. Not only that, he had to call and take away the last shred of dignity I had by telling me that I could have simply said no, but I didn't.I had pulled my hand out of my panties.Damn him all to Hell. His telling me how Marilyn Fitzwater was lusting for his cock and maybe…me, had set me off again, and then on top of it I had so much as admitted that I might be willing to have a threesome.I masturbated later that day before my husband came home though I hated myself for doing it.Then one day Richard came home in the middle of the day, He found me just as I came out of the shower with only a towel draped around me. His eyes were sparkling. It had been two months since my awful experience."Darling," Richard said excitedly, "We are moving to California, I have been offered the presidency of the Jerome Corporation in La Jolla. I kept it a secret from you because I was afraid it would be a huge disappointment if it didn't come through."I was euphoric, not only had my life soured where we were, but I was always dreading another phone call that would threaten me with revealing what had happened if I didn't cooperate again.I flung my arms around Richard with joy, and my towel dropped to the floor beneath us, He kissed me passionately and pulled me to him, with his long fingers squeezing my buttocks, and we sank to the rug and enjoyed a most delicious fuck. Yes, a fuck. Apparently some of my new found sexual desire since my escapade had rubbed off on my husband.The sex between us was wonderful. Our celebration continued throughout the day, and on into the night. It was a time I would never forget.We were to make the move in two weeks and there was something I needed to do.Part 4. Going back for more.‘Brrrrring.’ I waited for him to answer the phone. He saw my caller I.D. “Yes, Mrs. Jacobsen?”He had answered with a formal business tone, but I decided to address Victor by his first name since I had something to ask. “As you know Victor, we’ll soon be moving to California, but first I’d like to see the photos again.”That was my roundabout way of expressing my desire to be fucked one last time. And then he tossed the curve ball.“See them with or without Marilyn being there?”That is what I had hoped to hear. I hesitated for maybe three seconds. “See them with”Now he sounded really excited, and for the first time I felt like I was in control as he asked; “How soon can we do this?”At last he was asking instead of telling.“Richard is going ahead to California this week to scout out a home for us while I arrange getting the movers for our furniture and so on. Could the two of you come over Wednesday, say about ten?””That’s my favorite day of the week, Mrs. Jacobsen. We’ll be there.”“And could you bring the photos you took with Betty as well?”You want to see Betty’s photos?”I was blunt, but after all, he had been the one teaching me. “Yes. I want to see how your fat cock was stretching her little cunt.”He laughed. “I like your attitude. I can hardly wait until Wednesday.”“Yes. We’ll have five hours.”Marilyn came along as I hoped, and she actually hugged me as soon as she was in my home. We studied the photos he brought along, we fucked, and then we took more photos, the both of them took photos, and I participated enthusiastically. Unfortunately, I didn’t dare keep any, but Victor and Marilyn would have them to enjoy, and besides, they seemed to have each found someone that matched their sexual appetites.This time it was not a case of me having to do this, and I saw a new side of Victor, a kinder, gentler Victor. But he still had that appetite.When I say ‘appetite’, that was especially true as Marilyn satisfied some of her hunger by sucking Victor’s cum out of my pussy. She had been lying beside Victor and I while he fucked me gently and slow, almost romantically actually, and she had held my hand and kissed me while Victor brought me to a most wonderful orgasm, and in the process dumped what seemed like a gallon of cum in me.He admitted after that fuck that both he and Marilyn had saved that load just for me.I just couldn’t bring myself to go that far in reciprocating, but it didn’t matter as I had already brought Marilyn to an orgasm before Victor had dropped a load into her. That was almost as exciting as being fucked by Victor was, my seeing up close how it looked as he stretched Marilyn’s cunt.“We’re in love right now, aren’t we?”“What?” Victor had said that, and right to my face while Marilyn was next to me and she and I were kissing.“How could we be in love? I’m married and you have Marilyn.” I didn’t bother to add that Victor was also married.“No, what I meant was, when two people are heavily involved physically with each other, or three people,” he looked over at Marilyn, “then I feel that at that time they are in love. It’s a fleeting thing, but I feel that it is true.”I looked at Marilyn and back at Victor. He was pumping and I was drawing near to another orgasm. ”You know, I think you’re right.” My voice went soft. “I love you Victor, and you too Marilyn.” I reached out and squeezed her hand.They were both kissing me as I groaned through still another orgasm.“His cock is marvelous, isn’t it?”“Yes,” I answered back to Marilyn, “and he knows how to use it.”Like me, Marilyn was capable of multiple orgasms with Victor. Victor of course, wanted to devote most of his time to me, and his excuse was that I would soon be leaving for California. Personally, I think that he was finding my body to be more arousing.“Oh, Victor, there’s something I meant to ask you. There was me, and Marilyn,” I smiled at Marilyn and she squeezed my hand,” and there was Betty Carter, but who was the other wife, that fourth candidate’s wife that you screwed?”Apparently Marilyn already knew who it was because she smiled at Victor and said…”She won’t believe this one.”He smiled. “Jenny Caldwell.”“Jenny…I remember her from one of the company parties, a cute little thing. Wait, isn’t she the wife of that young man who works in the mail room? She’s barely eighteen I think, and there’s no way that her husband could have been president.” Like Marilyn had said, I was finding this one hard to believe.“True, her husband is my youngest employee and would have a long way to go, but she fucked me just the same.”“You came to her house and…seduced her just like you did me?”“I wanted to fuck her young pussy so I told her that she could help her husband work his way up in the company. I didn’t threaten her husband’s job if she didn’t cooperate or anything like that.”“But Victor, she’s so young, and I remember her as being very shy and having a body that is quite small, almost dainty.”Victor laughed. “She is small, and only weighs 95 pounds naked, but her body is filled out quite nicely. And you’re right, she is very shy, but she has an ability to listen.”He grinned an evil grin at me. “You’re wondering if she was able to take my prick, aren’t you?”I was holding his fat prick at the moment and gave him a squeeze. “Well, yes as a matter of fact.”“She couldn’t, not really. But first let me tell you about her removing her clothes. When I suggested that she get naked, she turned all red and said that not even her husband had ever seen her naked body all at once and that she was very embarrassed about this. She said she had just shaved her pussy and was planning on having her husband find out about it that very night.""Jenny said she had shaved her pussy?"Victor laughed. "No, that that blunt. She sort of turned red, looked down at herself while still dressed and said she had shaved herself 'down there.' I kept praising her body as she removed each article of clothing. Now I was seeing it first and I told her how nice it looked.and finally, out of orneriness, once she was totally nude, I had her climb up onto her couch and over me while I was sitting there and display her pussy for me.It was right there, just inches away and I could see her body trembling. I went right at it, shoving my tongue up her little cunt and in minutes she was crying out with pleasure and asking me to fuck her. But that was before she saw my cock.”“How did you show it to her?” My heart was pounding. The thought of little Jenny seeing his cock for the first time was extremely arousing to me.“I stood up and as she kneeled in front of me I had her undo my slacks and open my underwear.”I was trembling as I started stroking Victor’s cock as I could see that relating this story was turning him on as well as Marilyn.“What did she do upon seeing it? Were you up and ready?”“Oh yeah, I was completely hard. Her eyes got real wide but she seemed to be speechless, so I asked her to wrap her fingers around it. She did, but used two hands to do it.”“Oh Victor, this is so exciting to hear and I can imagine how excited you must have been. So how did you end up getting to fuck her?”“It was easy, actually. I said, as she was holding it, ‘Do you want to do it on your bed?’ She never said a word and began leading me into the bedroom where she makes love to her husband.”I giggled. “She used her marriage bed. And now she was about to be fucked for the first time.”‘That’s it, exactly. Of course, they only had a one bedroom apartment, so that's the only bed they had. But I went easy on her with the language and the demands. I ate her for a while longer, but making sure not to make her cum so that she would still be hot for my cock.""After your doing that, did she ask you to put it in?"Victor nodded his head proudly. "She did, and it took me quite a while to work it into her but I think she actually was enjoying it even though it was uncomfortable for her.”I smiled. “I remember the feeling.”And then came the surprise when Marilyn said, 'Shall we show her the picture now?"Victor nodded, and I knew they had been saving the surprise for me. I was shocked. "Right then she allowed you to take a photo of her, with your cock into her?"Yes. I had just managed to get the head in. She said she could feel it and she wanted to see it, how it looked. So I said I would take a photo for her. Actually I really wanted to get a photo at that point because I was stretching her so much with just the head that I was having serious doubts about whether I would be able to go any deeper into her with the shaft.I had to do some reaching around to grab my camera because I didn't even want to pull my dick out after getting the head in. If I pulled it out, she might not let me put it back in. She didn't want her face to show at first, so I took one close up and this one I have for you to see.""So how did you get her to allow you to get her face in a photo?""I told her that I really needed to have her face in case I use her photos to jack off to."I nodded. "I can see how that might work on a girl being fucked for the first time, her knowing you might jack off and be thinking of her."Victor was still holding the photo turned down so I couldn't see it. "Just as I snapped the shutter she happened to look off to her left. I thought I might need to take another photo with her face showing but once I saw it, I thought it made her look real ornery like so that was good enough.I was getting impatient and started stroking Victor's cock a little more rapidly. "Victor, can I see the photo please, the one that shows her face?"Out it came, the photo Victor had taken while in the process of working his pussy stretcher into an innocent barely adult wife of his youngest employee."As you can see, I had barely gotten the head in." Victor of course was staring at the part of the photo that showed his mean and nasty prick doing permanent damage to the wife of one of his employees. Me on the other hand, besides taking in a quick glance at her poor little pussy, I was studying her innocent face, and that young firm body and how nice her breasts looked combined with that flat and small waist.I am not gay, but the thought passed through my mind at that moment that if I had the chance, I would not hesitate to make love with her.But Victor and Marilyn were waiting for my thoughts, and I needed to say something."Oh Victor, she looks so little and cute there getting her first fuck. And after taking that much, she allowed you to keep going? That's amazing."Even though I had not been there, I was enjoying the thought of what had been happening just as much as Marilyn seemed to be, and though I am sure Marilyn had already heard the story, I could see the excitement in her eyes as Victor related the story to me.He grinned and nodded. “Yeah, up until that point, just getting my head in, I had been using my pre-fluid. But that wasn't enough to allow me to go deeper so I had to pull it back out and use some lubricant I brought along in anticipation of having to work it into her.I knew that now, no matter how uncomfortable it was, that she really wanted me inside her. So I leaned down and kissed her and sure enough, she responded real nice like with her tongue.Was she ever ready to be fucked now. I started fucking her real slow-like. It was a lot of fun for me because in addition to feeling how tight her cunt was gripping me, I could see her face and she was staring up at me with wide eyes and her mouth was open and it seemed like she had been blind or something and was seeing the world for the first time."Marilyn giggled. "She was Victor, She was seeing the world through the eyes of a young woman who was getting her first fuck."I giggled too, and looked at Marilyn. "Her first real fuck. We both know the feeling, that's for sure."Victor of course, was really enjoying the reactions of his two 'subjects' as he went on with his hot story. "She had a bit of a struggle for a while and then, when I still had two or three inches to go she grew quite noisy and had an orgasm, a good one actually and she asked me to do it again because she had never had an orgasm before."“You gave her a first orgasm? Oh Sylvester, that's so nice. Jenny must have been so grateful for that.” Strangely, now that I was a part of this 'conspiracy,' I was really enjoying hearing the story, because Victor's conquests had become a part of my thinking. I raised my head and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.“Jenny was, and said so.”“Did you do much kissing after that first one?”“We kissed a lot, but the intense kissing came later. She kept kissing me, but just little short ones. She didn’t seem to want to do much passionate kissing until after I had gotten it most of the way in.Jenny seemed to want that as it was the only way she could keep taking more of my cock inside. When she realized that I was buried against her she shivered all of a sudden and then pulled my head down and greeted my tongue with hers."Victor looked me in the eyes. "Know what she said then?""I can only imagine. What'd she say Victor?"Marilyn giggled. "You'll love hearing this!""She moaned and said; "Oh Mr. Sylvester, it feels like your entire body is inside me."I nodded excitedly. "I can imagine! I know how it feels that way when you're fucking me, and her being even smaller and never having given birth, you must have felt like you were using a telephone pole on her."Victor seemed to be getting excited as he went on. "Fuck was she into it now. She wrapped her little legs around me tight and shoved her face against mine. And then like I said after she had that orgasm she begged me to make her cum again.So I did what I had to do and the second time she came quite quickly and then she asked me to keep going. Two minutes later she was cumming again.She had company coming that afternoon so I couldn’t spend as much time with her as I would have liked. I wanted to make sure that she would have a session to remember for the rest of her life so I fucked her good, going sideways and all over the place with my cock.Of course, the fit was so tight I really couldn't move it around all that much inside her, but it was fun trying and she really liked it.After she had climaxed maybe half a dozen times I think she was totally worn out, or satisfied, or both. She just lay there afterwards while I was getting dressed.She was in shock, I think because she kept lying there all sweaty looking and with her legs wide open. Poor thing. She looked so tiny being just 95 pounds and lying in the middle of that bed all by herself.I must have done a good job on her because her pussy looked all red and raw, and of course I could see some of that huge load I had deposited into her starting to trickle out.”Strangely, his delight had become mine. “Ooh Sylvester. You are such a…ornery man. You take delight in destroying women’s vaginas, don’t you?”Victor looked at me and grinned. “Yes, I do, and I like knowing that I might have ruined the little wife’s pussy for her husband forever.”“I gather that you don’t like men all that much.”“No I don’t. I like their wives a lot more.”“I think, Victor, that you don’t mean so much that you have ruined a wife’s pussy but rather you enjoy knowing that she might be thinking about your fat cock and making comparisons while she is fucking, excuse me, making love to her husband afterwards. Isn’t that what you enjoy doing?”Victor looked at me, his eyes twinkling. “Is that how I have affected you?”I nodded, and then admitted, “Every time my husband and I do it, I think of you.” Marilyn joined in as she commented, “Me too, most definitely!”Victor nodded his appreciation at our honesty. “And that is exactly what I did to Jenny Caldwell. After a couple of minutes she sat up and looked down at herself and as she saw my cum running out she began crying her eyes out because she felt so guilty.I asked Jenny if in the future she would be remembering how I had fucked her so well while she is making love to her husband. She replied ‘yes’ and said that was one reason why she felt so guilty about it. But then she sort of smiled and said that she was glad that I had taught her how to cum. ““So she ended up happy then…?” I hoped that his answer would be ‘yes’ because I was feeling sorry for poor little Jenny if she wasn’t happy.“She was, especially after I told her she had fulfilled my desires and that her husband would be promoted soon.”“Well”, I said, laughing, “Thank you for that vivid description. And has he been promoted?”“Yes, he is working for us on computers now.”“Well then, it looks like Jenny helped her husband after all.”“No. He would have made it there on his own.”“You scoundrel, that’s what you did to me!”“Yes, and like you she admitted that she had finally been fucked.”“That would be obvious, especially since you gave her a first orgasm.”“I gave Jenny her first five or six, actually.”Victor Sylvester, I think, most enjoyed having we two girls sharing his penis back and forth in a blowjob.My final act, physically, with Sylvester was for him to lie on me and pump, and pump, and then pump some more. I wanted that, not trying to cum right then but enjoying that feeling of having my lips stretched and worked, and after he had fucked me for a while, because we were kissing, it was more like we were making love, (oops!)I was starting to get sore so I raised my legs and told him to keep pumping at the same exact speed.I had changed the angle and that was how I ended it as his thick cock kept caressing my G spot and bringing me to one, two, three orgasms, orgasms that shook my entire body from end to end.Marilyn was lying beside me and holding my hand. She was probably jealous but she knew that this was to be the final time that Victor and I would be together. After that, she would have Victor to herself, and of course, be enjoying hearing about any future conquest he might make.I was so weak afterward that, as I felt his thickness throbbing as he was spurting a load into my married and ruined pussy, I didn’t have the strength to hump back at him. Instead, I could only lie there and enjoy it. At that moment, as we shared a final, gentle but passionate kiss, I think I actually was in love with him.Of course Sylvester did one last thing with me, the thing I think he enjoys most doing with other men’s wives. As I continued to lie there, he got up and stared down at the pussy he had left behind. Oh, excuse me, I meant to say the cunt that he had left behind. I suppose it looked all red and raw looking, and had cum trickling out and running down the crack of my ass, because that’s the way it felt.He was staring and when he picked up his camera, I slowly opened my legs a little wider, posing for him and wondering how I looked compared to his memory of Jenny Caldwell in this same position. He took several photos, of my damaged cunt from very close up and then from two feet away, and then a couple more with my face and breasts showing.“Victor?”“Yes, Mrs. Jacobsen?”Oh, Victor can be so funny, still referring to me as 'Mrs. Jacobsen' instead of Gloria. “Thank you, for everything.”Yes, in the end I had thanked Victor, even though he had tricked me into doing this in the first place. I felt that with Victor I had satisfied my curiosity as well as my animal instincts. Now I could go on to California with my husband and settle into a new life.A month later our family was in a beautiful home overlooking the Pacific, and Victor Sylvester was merely a bad memory, at least during the day. At night, and regrettably, Sylvester would enter my mind while I was making love to my husband, and you can guess what my thoughts would be.I so much miss his big fucking cock.The End.

Here we are back with another of our favorite hot stories. Enjoy it My Husbands Small Dick My name is Brigitte; I am 28 years old and married to a wonderful guy who is 12 years older than I am. Gary is a sales rep and he travels a lot, which means that I’m home alone a lot. Home alone is not a condition I care for so for the past two years I have been fucking around on Gary whenever he is out of town. Believe me, it is just for the sex. I am 5’6″ and have auburn hair and I tape out at 34C-25-35. I keep my pussy shaved and I absolutely adore sex. I love everything except anal sex and I have no desire to try anything really kinky like BDSM, golden showers or anything like that. I just love sucking cock and fucking and I really like girls too. Gary has no idea about the guys I’ve been having fun with and I pray that he never finds out because I really love him. He is a great sexual partner, but he just isn’t there when he needs to be. He is marvelous in bed and if he were home all the time it really wouldn’t matter, but he only has a 4 1/2 cock. As much as I love him and making love to him I have had large cocks in my life and I miss them. When I go out on the prowl I look for large bulges. The boyfriend that I had before Gary had an eight-inch cock and I loved the hell out of what it did for me. I really didn’t care for Brad all that much, but it was a package deal; to get his cock I had to take him. When I met Gary I fell ass end over teakettle in love with him and Brad and his absolutely beautiful and marvelous cock had to go. The cock was gone, but I could never forget how it felt and how it was able to send me to the moon. Gary and I got married and one week after the end of the honeymoon Brad was fucking me again while Gary was out of town on business. That lasted about two months and then Brad started getting cocky and I was afraid he would do something stupid that would let Gary find out what was going on so I reluctantly ended the affair. After that I settled for one night stands when Gary was out of town. Eight months after we were married Gary was promoted and we packed up our things and moved to Denver. We bought a nice little three-bedroom ranch and the day we moved in the next door neighbor came over and introduced herself. Susie was a stay at home mom with two kids. She was about my age and within a week we were having coffee every morning in either her kitchen or mine. Within a month we were as close as sisters and by the time two months had gone by we were telling each other our deepest and darkest secrets. One morning I was telling her about the guy I’d brought home with me two nights previous while Gary was in Salt Lake and she asked me if he had a big cock. I told her that yes he did: “That’s what I go out looking for. Gary is a great lover, but if I can find size I’ll go after it.” I found out that she and her husband Pete had an ‘open marriage’ type of arrangement and she told me about some of the men with large cocks that I might run across on nights I was out trolling. I told her all about Brad and how he could make me scream. One morning over coffee she said: “Do you miss Brad’s big cock enough to see him on the side if he were around?” “Yes and no.” “That is certainly a clear answer.” “If his cock were here and attached to someone else I would, but Brad is an obnoxious asshole and he is the type of guy who would find a way to rub Gary’s nose in the fact that he could give me something that Gary couldn’t. Brad wouldn’t come right out and say it, but he would do a lot of smirking when he was around Gary and there would be a lot of innuendoes and double entendres. Gary isn’t stupid and he would eventually figure it out and I can’t have that. I love him to death and I don’t want to lose him.” “So Brad’s big cock hanging on some one discrete would tempt you?” I thought about that for all of a hundredth of a second before saying, “Yes it would.” “You know about the lifestyle that Pete and I have, but one thing I’ve never told you is that Pete packs a hard nine inches in his boxers and Pete would very much like to fuck you.” “When?” was my almost instantaneous answer to that. “How about right now?” came a voice from behind me and I turned to see Pete standing in the doorway. He was naked and sporting a hard on, a huge hard on and when I saw it I went weak in the knees. I looked at Pete’s cock and then I looked from it to Susie. “Are you sure about this?” “He wants a shot at you and from the look on your face right at this moment you want to try him on for size.” “Yeah, but I know my hubby. If this is a ‘you can have Pete if I can try Gary’ I can’t do it. Gary is the original “straight arrow” and approaching him to try and involve him in a wife swap would cost me big time. Oh no Susie, I’m a slut, but Gary can never ever be allowed to find that out.” “No problem honey, I’m not interested in him. You two go on in the bedroom and have a good time.” Pete took my hand and said, “Come on Brigitte we are wasting valuable time here” and he tugged me along behind him into the bedroom. He walked me over to the bed and I sat down and he stood in front of me. I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock as I pulled my skirt up and pushed my panties down. I couldn’t believe how wet I had gotten at just seeing that huge nine inches. I had not had a really big one since I had dumped Brad. “Get down here” I moaned, “I want it, I have to have it.” I lay back and spread my legs and Pete moved between them and placed the tip of his cock against my pussy. I pushed up at him before he could even start to push in and he grinned and said: “Kind of eager are you?” “Oh God yes. Push it in. Come on, fuck me.” He pushed and in three lunges he was buried deep in me and I was screaming at him to fuck me. Susie came into the room and chuckled as she said: “I thought you would like it.” Pete was pounding into me and I was clutching and clawing at his back. I had two orgasms before he told me he was going to cum and I pushed myself up hard at him at him just as he came and I felt the hot liquid heat flood me. He fell to the bed next to me and we lay there breathing heavily. I wanted more and I reached over and started fondling his limp cock. I felt it twitch and I slid down and took him in my mouth. I had him up in less than a minute and I swung over him and let myself down on him. I just sat there for several seconds just enjoying the full feeling and then I started to ride him. I bounced up and down and moaned as Susie said, “You go girl, ride him cowgirl, ride.” I felt another orgasm coming, but it was staying just out of reach and I couldn’t quite get it so I hoped off of Pete and got on my hands and knees and Pete got right up and moved behind me and pushed into me. “Hard baby, hard. Fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard and make me cum.” Pete grabbed my hips and started ramming into me and I caught that elusive orgasm and rode it and one more before Pete shot into me again. When I recovered my breath I thanked Susie for sharing Pete with me and started to pull on my panties. Pete wanted to go again, but as much as I would have liked to, Gary was not out of town and I had housewifey things to do, not the least of which was to get myself fresh, sweet smelling and fuckable for my husband when he got home. As much as I loved big cock, Gary still came first. +++++++++++++++++++++++ That was the start of it. Until Pete I only fucked around on Gary when he was out of town on business, but I love being fucked by Pete’s cock and I fuck him every chance I get. We started out slow, twice, maybe three times a week when Gary was at work and twice when Gary was out of town I spent the night with Susie and Pete. Lately though, Pete has wanted to become more daring. Two weeks ago when Gary was out playing golf Pete came over and fucked me on my own bed. That was the first time I had ever done that. Not fucked other guys on my bed, I’d done a lot of that, but fuck someone on my own bed when Gary was in town. Then Pete decided that he wanted to do something really wild – he wanted to fuck me while Gary was nearby and not knowing what was going on. I had some really mixed feelings about that. On the one hand doing it could lead to getting caught and that would be disastrous, but on the other hand the thought of it just drove me wild. Praying that I wouldn’t come to regret it I said okay and we started thinking of ways to make it happen. The first thing we decided was that I should start wearing skirts and loose fitting panties all the time. That would make things easier if opportunities presented themselves. The first opportunity came the next weeGaryd. Gary and I had invited Pete and Susie over for a barbecue. Gary was handling the grill and Susie was sitting at the picnic table next to him and talking with him. I was in the kitchen making a tossed salad when Pete came into the kitchen, took my arm and pulled me over to the kitchen sink. There was a window over the sink and as I looked out at Gary turning the steaks on the grill Pete lifted my skirt up to my waist, pushed my loose fitting panties to one side and poked his huge nine inches at my slit. I hadn’t expected it so I was a little dry and I was going to need some lube if I was going to accommodate Pete. I grabbed the bottle of Joy dishwashing liquid and handed it to Pete and he soaped up his cock and started pushing it into my hole. I pushed my ass back at him and moaned as I felt the feeling that only a huge cock can give me. Three pushes is all that it took for Pete to be buried to the hilt in me and then he grabbed my hips and started fucking me. There I was, hands braced against the sink, pushing my ass back at Pete and feeling the start of and orgasm when Gary turned away from the grill and started walking toward the house. “Oh shit!” Pete and I said almost together as he pulled out of me, stuffed his cock back in his pants and moved to put some distance between us. I stood up and that allowed my skirt to drop and I was washing my hands in the sink when Gary walked in and went through the kitchen into the downstairs bathroom. I felt so damned frustrated; I had been right on the edge of cumming when Pete had pulled out of me. I dried my hands on a dishtowel and then practically ran to the upstairs bathroom where I got myself off by hand. That night I was so horny that I fucked Gary into exhaustion. ++++++++++++++++++++++ The next time wasn’t really an opportunity, it was more of a tease. Susie, Pete, Gary and I went to a party and Gary drove. It was a pretty good party and there was a lot of drinking and dancing. About two hours into the party, while Susie had Gary out on the dance floor, Pete and I snuck off and found a dark place and I gave him a quick blow job. After I’d wiped his cum off my lips with the back of my hand he told me that he was going to try and get his dick in me in the car on the way home. I laughed at him and said: “Yeah, right! I can just see that happening.” “Trust me sweetie, I’ll make it happen.” As I said, it was a great party and some people drank a little more than they should have. Bill and Terry Coldwell got pretty wasted and Pete took their car keys away from them and he turned to Gary. “We can’t let them drive in their condition. Can we give them a lift home? They can call me in the morning and I’ll come over and drive them back here to pick up their car.” Gary said no problem, but when we got ready to leave we found out that they had brought Jim Sampson with them so we had to give him a ride home too. It was a tight fit getting all seven of us into our car. Susie and Jim sat in front with Gary and Terry, Bill, Pete and I ended up in back. I started to climb in, but Pete grabbed my arm and stopped me to let Terry and Bill get in first. While standing there he opened his fly and then took my hand and carried it inside and put my hand on his hard cock. In a panic I looked around to see if anyone could see what he was doing, but no one was looking our way. By then Bill and Terry were in the car and Pete got in and then pulled me in onto his lap. My skirt was hiding his hands as he worked his cock out of his pants. I knew what he wanted so I leaned forward over the front seat and that lifted me off his lap enough that he could push my panties aside and put the head of his cock against my pussy. My face was next to Gary’s ear and I whispered: “Think about this while you are driving. I’m going to fuck you to death when we get home” and then I pushed myself down on Pete’s lap driving myself down on those magnificent nine inches. Pete couldn’t actually fuck me, but we hit enough potholes and bumps in the road that I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming when I had an orgasm. I don’t know if it was the combination of the bumps and Pete’s cock, or the fact that Pete had his cock in me while my husband was sitting less than two feet in front of me, but it was a killer or an orgasm. Just before we got to Terry and Bill’s I leaned forward over the seat, which pulled me off Pete’s cock, and I whispered in Gary’s ear: “We need to hurry this up baby, I’m horny as a goat.” Pete and Gary helped Terry and Bill into their house and while they were gone Susie asked: “Did Pete get his cock into you?” “Did he ever.” “He said he was going to try.” “It was a kick whispering in Gary’s ear while Pete had his cock buried in me. God, I wish he could have fucked me.” “He wants to try again this weeGaryd. We will have the barbecue this time and try to get Gary smashed on margaritas. Uh oh, here they come.” I got in the front with Gary and Susie got in back with Pete for the rest of the ride home. I kicked off my high heels, stretched out on the front seat and let my foot rub on the lump in Gary’s pants as he drove. Once in the house he chased me into the bedroom and then things got hot. I practically ripped his clothes off of him and then pushed him back on the bed. I took his hard cock in my mouth and licked and sucked on him as I worked my own clothes off. Once naked I swung over my husband in a sixty-nine and I swear I had an immediate orgasm when his tongue licked my pussy – a pussy that Pete’s huge cock had been in less than ten minutes before. Make no mistake, I loved my hubby to death and there is no way on this earth that I would plant a pussy with another man’s cum in it on my husbands mouth, but God did it turn me on to have his mouth on me so soon after Pete had been there. I rubbed my juicy pussy on his face and then I rolled over on my back and moaned: “Fuck me Gary, fuck me.” He moved between my legs and pushed his hard cock into me and I came again. I locked my legs around him and dug my nails into his back and humped up at him as he drove down into me. He fucked me hard for several minutes and then I felt him shoot into me. He pulled out of me, kissed me and then he did the one thing that I really loved and that no other man had ever done for me. He licked and kissed my body from my mouth all the way down to my pussy and when he got there he looked up at me and whispered: “I love you.” He bent his head and I took it in my hands and pulled it to the pussy he had just filled. “Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes” I moaned as he slid his tongue into me. His tongue felt marvelous moving over my swollen pussy lips and poking into my love hole. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I moaned and pushed my hips at his face. I don’t know why I found it to be so erotic that Gary loved to suck his own cum out of me, but I did and I thrashed around as he worked on me. Two minutes was all it took for him to give me a screaming orgasm. I pushed him away and pulled my knees up, spreading my legs wide and panted: “Fuck me lover, fuck me.” He moved over me and I moaned with pleasure as he pushed his hard cock into me. He put his mouth on mine and gave me a deep kiss as I locked my legs around him. I sucked on his tongue and as his cock began banging into me I moaned and let his tongue slip from my mouth. “Oh fuck yes lover, oh yes, oh God yes. Fuck me baby, fuck me ” I groaned as he shoved himself deep into me, pulled back and then shoved again. I pushed up at him to meet his thrusts and I moaned and gasped as he pounded me and from somewhere in my body I dredged up yet another orgasm and shook and shuddered as he spilled another load into me. He lay next to me on the bed and once again I wished that he had a job that kept him at home. His cock wasn’t huge, but I could live without huge if I could just have him with me all the time. +++++++++++++++++++++++ That Sunday over at Pete and Susie’s Gary did hit the margaritas pretty hard, but he was never out of it enough for Pete to get away with fucking me all the way. Pete did get his cock in me twice. The first time was a teaser. Gary had gone in to use the bathroom and Pete bent me over the patio table, slid those magnificent nine inches into me and got in a half dozen strokes before we heard the toilet flush and had to stop. The second time was in the kitchen while Gary was sitting on the patio nodding off and I was in the kitchen helping Susie shuck corn on the cob. I was bent over the kitchen table and Pete was slamming his cock into me and Susie was watching out the window with an eye on Gary. Pete had been pounding me long enough to get me right on the edge of an orgasm when Susie said: “Oh shit! Here he comes.” Pete hurriedly pulled out and had his back to the door and was zipping up when Gary came in. Gary didn’t stand a chance when we got home. I was on him like a duck on a bug. It was frustrating in a way because the very margaritas we had been pouring into Gary to get him so blitzed that Pete could fuck me made it hard for him to perform. I was able to get him to go twice, but that was all. I ended up having to go into the bathroom when Gary fell asleep and get myself off by hand. +++++++++++++++++++++++ It finally happened! Pete got what he wanted. Gary got promoted and we held a promotion party for him at the house and Gary overindulged on the margaritas. After the last of the company had gone, all except for Pete and Susie, Gary was sitting on the couch talking to Pete when all of a sudden he went quiet. Pete reached over and poked Gary and Gary just sat there. Pete poked him again and Gary fell sideways on the couch – he was out! Susie whispered, “You two go and get it get it done. I’ll stay here and keep and eye on him.” I took Pete’s hand and led him into my bedroom and then, while Gary was in the next room, Pete fucked me on Gary’s bed. The first time was fast and furious, but oh so totally satisfying. I wasn’t wearing panties so I pulled up my skirt to my waist, bent forward and grabbed the footboard and Pete took me from behind. He took me hard and fast and gave me an orgasm in less than a minute. It took him five to get his and then we went out to the living room and checked on Gary. He was still out. Susie told us not to worry, that she would alert us if anything happened. We went back into the bedroom and I sucked Pete hard again and then I lay down on my back and pulled my knees back almost to my ears, which made me wide open for Pete. He slammed his cock into me and for the next seven or eight minutes he fucked me as hard as he could. I had three orgasms before he came again. After the second time Pete got up and went into the living room, picked up Gary and brought him in and set him down on the bed next to me. “Hold his hand” Pete whispered and then as I held my husbands hand in mine Pete fucked me for the third time and I came and came and came. I orgasmed so hard that I saw stars, exploding rockets, the whole thing. ++++++++++++++++++++++ I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. All that night did was fire up Pete more. Now he wanted to fuck me with Gary wide-awake and within calling distance – the closer the better. I didn’t have a clue as to how Pete could possibly make that happen, but the thought of being able to do made my pussy wet and kept it wet. #Cheating • #slutwife, #Small Dick, #Teaser,#Whore #cuckold #cheat #HotWife

Go on with part 2 of this hot party. The Party...part 2 bybluehowler© John nearly shot his load as he watched his wife have her second violent orgasm of the night. The party had gone on too long for Don as he stroked his cock at Beth's face. She was still screaming when the first jet of hot cum struck her face. She looked up at Don in time to receive the second jet as it hit her forehead and nose. As she gasped for air the third and fourth jets landed in her mouth and covered her lips. This also proved too much for Mike as he plunged deep into her pussy and unloaded a huge torrent of cum into her womb. Beth could taste the cum in her mouth as she felt the cock in her pussy twitch. As silence consumed the room, John shot his load on the floor between his legs. Report Story