El Cojelon

Greetings Friends and lovely Females who love the horns. This is another of my favorite erotic cuckold stories. It produces a special excitement, because I love Asian, shy, those who have their first infidelity, interracial relationships and a white enjoying as a black fucks his aiatica partner, in short is one of the erotic stories that I have enjoyed Enjoy yourself Pretty Wife of a Stupid Cuckold (m/f, i/r, n/c, cuckold) by Black Demon ______________________________________________ Standard Disclaimer! This is a fictional story intended for Adults only! ______________________________________________ Reggie Branch was just chalking up his pool cue in anticipation of sinking the winning shot when he glanced up and saw the young couple enter the bar. A white man and a gorgeous young Asian beauty were making their way through the bar to a booth near the dance floor. ‘Damn, she’s a fuck’n beauty! God, what a lucky mother fucker!’ he thought to himself. The opportunistic black stud stared transfixed at the young beauty, until jolted from his reverie by his buddy's taunting him to hurry up and make his shot. But Reggie's mind was no longer on pool. He was suddenly preoccupied with thoughts about the couple, wondering why they had wandered into the Blue Moon Bar that night. Most of all, he wondered just how he could parlay the unexpected windfall into a chance to nail the young beauty. Reggie continued to rack up victory after victory playing pool, but he surreptitiously studied the unsuspecting couple as his mind worked out a number of possible scenarios to work his way into the young beauty's tight little panties. Once he caught the glint of her diamond ring, a wicked thrill coursed through his body as he realized the couple was in fact husband and wife. The prospect of nailing the young punk's wife had his cock throbbing in anticipation. Over the next hour of so, he noticed that several men had ordered rounds of drinks for the couple, then quickly followed up with asking the dark-haired beauty to dance. Hubby would stare intently as his wife danced with these strangers, occasionally letting his hand drift down to his lap, pulling at his pants to ease the tightness caused by his raging hardon. Reggie soon figured out what the couple was up to. Apparently it was hubby's little fantasy to have his sexy young wife dress to impress, accepting drinks sent over by other men and eventually allowing his lovely wife to accept a dance with the strangers ……………………..while he sat back and watched excitedly. It was obvious to Reggie that hubby was more into this little game than his wife, who seemed to have an innocence and naiveté about her that made her just that much more attractive to Reggie. He guessed the whole thing was hubby's idea, and that his prim and proper young wife had reluctantly agreed to participate to please him. Reggie also guessed that, since they had chosen that particular bar, hubby didn't just have a thing for watching his wife with other men …………………… he specifically preferred they be black men! Reggie wondered just how often the couple indulged in this ‘innocent’ little diversion, and just how far they took the game. He ultimately decided he needed to check things out for himself, putting up his pool cue and signaling for the waitress to bring the couple a round of drinks on him. A few moments later, he joined the couple, introducing himself and hoisting his glass in a mock toast, signifying that the latest round of drinks had been ordered by him. The husband, noticeably tipsy from the many drinks he'd already consumed, toasted Reggie, thanking him for the drinks and then introducing themselves. “To Steve and Carol!” Reggie toasted again. He then gallantly put his hand out in invitation to Carol to share a dance. The beauty blushed and looked to her husband momentarily, then accepted. Carol had already been up on the dance floor many times that night. Unable to keep up with all of the drinks that had been served to her, she was feeling a bit woozy, with her petite frame it hadn't taken many drinks to make her a bit unsteady on her three-inch heels. And Reggie took full advantage, holding the petite beauty close to him as they moved as one on the dance floor. Over the next half hour Reggie turned on the charm while cunningly pumping the couple for background information about themselves. He learned that the lovely beauty was born in the U.S., 3rd generation, with her ancestors coming over from Japan. Carol had a Japanese middle name ‘Eiko’ while her maiden name was Matsushima. “Gosh, you sure look the one-man type of woman to me! I was surprised to see you accept the invitation to dance with strangers!” Reggie whispered in her ear as he maneuvered her to the darkest corner of the dance floor. “I ………………I ……………..!” he heard her stammer, unable to tell him that he was certainly correct in his assessment. “I’m right, aren’t I?” he inquired. Upon hearing her meekly respond with a “Yes!” Reggie pried for more confirmation, asking “It’s Steve, huh? You don’t like it but doing it to please him, huh? He likes to see his beautiful wife dancing …………………flirting with other men …………………………enjoying seeing you in the arms of a black man, huh?” Reggie smiled in feeling the petite beauty shudder in his arms and hearing her sweet voice reply “Yes!” Learning that, Reggie deduced that due to Steve’s fixation, the couple occasionally ventured out to bars as an erotic diversion, a sort of sexual foreplay but that the lovely Asian beauty merely did it to please her weirdo hubby. He concluded from their demeanor and conversation that the couple didn't take the game all the way to actually allowing any of the men to have sex with the succulent little beauty. A thought flashed through his devious mind, wondering if this shy sexy young wife would be all the shy if her hubby wasn’t watching. “Let’s give Steve a thrill ……………………..rub up against me!” Reggie whispered as he pulled her even closer. He chuckled upon feeling the petite beauty tremble his hand pressing against the small of her back had pulled her right up against the thick bulge in his pants. Reggie heard her gasp as she sucked in her breath, trembling at nervousness, then he whispered “Haven’t ya ever wondered though?” “Wh ………….about what?” came the beauty’s trembling reply. To which Reggie then planted the suggestion of “Ya know ……………….doing it ……………………..with another man ……………..with a black man?” Reggie never got an answer as the music ended and he then followed the sexy beauty back to where hubby was waiting. Apparently it would be strictly drinks, dancing, a bit of flirtatious conversation before the punkass whiteboy took his pretty wife home to fuck. Well, Reggie was determined to up the ante and deal himself in for a much bigger payoff than just a couple of dances. ‘Gotta figure out a way ……………………..gotta git into that tight little panties of hers or I’s gonna bust a nut!’ he told himself. With Stevie boy obviously a voyeur, wanting to see his pretty wife in the arms of other men, Reggie was determined to convert the young punk, thinking ‘Gonna make him a true cuckold …………………..where he could secretly peek and watch his beautiful wife take another man’s cock …………………..my cock!’ If hubby got turned on by watching his wife out on the dance floor with strange men, Reggie wondered how hubby would respond to watching a long and thick black cock sinking balls deep into that pretty wife of his. ‘Oh, fuck’r ……………………….ya gonna cream in yer pants when ya see the amount of cum I’s got stored up in my black balls …………………….gonna hose that purty little bitch of yers down real good!’ he chuckled. ‘Gotta cum up with a plan ………………real quick …………….before the night’s over!’ he told himself. Just as Reggie had anticipated, Steve soon tried to bring the festivities to a close, begging off that it was getting late and they needed to call it a night. Reggie's mind was racing as the couple exited and made their way out into the parking lot to their car. The cunning stud circled around and out the back door and crept up behind the couple's car, using his switchblade to puncture the rear tire and then duck out of sight, around and back into the bar. A moment later, Reggie headed out into the parking lot, pretending to just happen upon the unwitting couple's plight, stranded in the parking lot with a flat tire. Looking over at the young couple, Reggie stepped back, then flashed a reassuring smile and asked if he could be of assistance. The punk whiteboy then explained their dilemma as he was about to dig into the trunk for the spare tire. Reggie pretended to examine the flat in more detail and suggested to Steve that trying to change the tire might be a mistake. Pointing to the puncture, Reggie wondered aloud “Damn, I wonder’s if’n this here tire was slashed on purpose! Heard some’n this went down last week ………………………….when a young couple not familiar with the area got into some ………………real bad trouble!” Then, feigning nervousness himself, Reggie peered around, as if awaiting for something to happen. Sure enough, Reggie’s acting had the whiteboy looking about himself while asking “What ……………………….what happened last week ……………………..to the couple you mentioned?” “Well ……………….friend of mine is a sheriff’s deputy ………………….worked on the case and appears to have been some gang activity! Young white couple ………………..pretty gal ………………..had stopped off for a bite to eat …………………..came out to find the tires slashed!” Reggie advised. Having piqued the whiteboy’s curiosity, Reggie waited for him to ask “And what happened to them?” Shaking his head first, then looking up to turn and gaze at Steve’s sexy Asian wife, Reggie advised “Carload of bad black bros stop by on the pretense of helping out! Well ……………….they beat the guy to a pulp ………………..had him on his knees backed up against a tree and tied his arms around the tree ………….then forced his purty wife down onto her knees in front of him ………………….made him watch as she was forced to blow one guy down after another! Then they gang-raped her in front of him over the next four hours!” Reggie then proposed a much ‘safer’ alternative, to simply phone his buddy who ran a towing service and have him stop by to change the tire for them. Before Steve could think it through, Reggie pretended to place a call to explain the situation and confirm that his buddy could accommodate his request. “Done deal!” Reggie proudly announced. “Just leave the keys behind the bumper and you're home free! It'll take him an hour or so to get to it, but that beats the hell out of gettin' robbed out here in the parking lot ………………….or worse!” he advised. “But what'll we do for an hour? You think that gang of guys might be waiting for us to wander back in there?” Steve asked, not thrilled about the prospect of waiting it out in the bar, if in fact there were folks in there looking to rob him …………………..or worse, in doing to Carol what had been described to the woman the other week. Oh, he enjoyed seeing his beautiful wife in the arms of other men, but dancing only as it was just an erotic fascination for him to see her in the arms of a black man. Still, there was no denying the hardon that now throbbed in his pants at the thought of being forced to watch his beautiful wife made to suck a black cock ……………………….to be gang-raped in front of him. Reggie shrugged. “I hate to leave ya two here like this ……………..jist ain’t safe was just heading home myself! Tell ya what ……………………. I only live a short distance away! Come on home with me, and I'll run you back here when your car's fixed! We’ll have a nightcap at my place and hopefully yer car will be ready to go! At least ya and yer purty wife will be safe and not git targeted out by any bad apples!” Once back at his pad, Reggie fixed a nightcap for them. As his pad was located up on a small hillside overlooking the southern side of the city, the lights of the buildings and cars headed over the bridge provided quite a view. With the lovely young wife wanting to breathe the fresh air, taking her drink outside on the outdoor patio, Reggie wasn’t surprised that the anxious whiteboy wanted to learn more about the incident that he had mentioned concerning that couple and the gang. Slowly shaking his head as he gritted his teeth to keep his smile hidden, Reggie advised “Damned no good SOBs ……………………….jist makes it bad fer the rest of us living in the community! Jeez …………………….they’ve been trying to keep a lid on that incident ………………………….as it’ll be a real downer on people coming over to shop in this part of the city!” “What …………………..what happened ………………to the couple?” he was asked and Reggie knew he had Stevie boy then. “Well, according to my deputy friend ………………………the gal from the r******** clinic relayed that the purty little thing apparently had never sucked a cock in her life ……………….not even fer her man! Can ya imagine it ………………………six horny black bros lining up their turn …………………..waiting fer a blowjob ………..making her do it in front of her husband!” Reggie advised. “From I’s hear ………………poor thing was wearing a skirt and blouse at the time …………………….by the time the last guy came in her mouth, the front of her silky blouse was covered with cum!” he added. Knowing Stevie boy was getting all hot and bothered from the story he was concocting, Reggie then looked out to the deck to taking the sight of the lovely beauty, knowing full well that her husband’s attention was following his gaze. “Ya sure couldn’t let that happen to yer beautiful wife!” he advised. “Say, Steve ……………..…..tell me ……………………..yer sweet little wife ever give ya the pleasure of seeing her git it on with another guy?” he inquired. As Steve swallowed, shaking his head ‘no’ the stammered out “No …………………she won’t go that far ………………………I mean, she won’t get intimate with another man!” Then Steve added “I ……………………..I tried …………………………hinted that I wouldn’t mind if she wanted to take a lover ………………………….figuring that if I gave my blessing and she went for it ……………………….that she wouldn’t object to me being there! But she just wouldn’t go for it!” Right then, Reggie had the answer, telling Steve “Yeah ……………………having met your sweet wife tonight, she’s certainly not the type …………………………..not when you’d then know for sure that she had a lover!” He then added “Lotta women are like that ya know ……………………………strange creatures ....................................if they had an affair, they wouldn’t want their husbands’ knowing of their infidelity! Tell ya ……………………given the chance ………………………if it was their little secret fling ……………………their secret affair ……………………….they’d drop their panties in no time!” “You sure?” he was questioned by the foolish husband, falling right for his line. Confident of his womanizing skills, especially the way the naïve young wife and reacted to is bulging cock rubbing up against her belly on the dance floor, Reggie then began to lay out the ground work for his devious scheme. He began with getting the foolish young punk to go along “Betcha it’d work ………………………the way in which she responded to me on the dance floor!” With the puzzled look on the punk’s face, Reggie advised “Did ya see me git her off into the dark corner?” With a ‘yes’ nod, he then added “I had a mean hardon ……………………..and she didn’t object when I pressed it up against her belly ………………………….if fact, she was rubbing herself up against it …………………almost made me cum in my pants!” Seeing the stunned and unbelieving look on the punk’s face, Reggie then threw out the bait with “Tell ya what …………………….let’s first wander out to the patio deck with yer ……………………..when ya finish yer drink out there, I’ll tell ya I’s got a real special drink ……………………………then when ya’s downed half of it or so, ya pretend to get woozy make it back inside to the sofa! Pretend yer drugged and fast asleep ………………………..then ya can watch it fer yerself!” “And I’s ain’t one to force a woman ………………..no way ……………………..besides, ya’ll only be pretending to be asleep and can see fer yerself …………………..so ya’s can be assured of that!” Reggie advised. He knew he was in when the young punk quizzed “You ………………..won’t force her ………………if she doesn’t want to?” With that, Reggie figured he’d eliminate the need to retrieve the couple’s car, telling Steve “Lemme check first and see how my buddy’s coming along with your car!” Another pretense of talking to his buddy on the phone, he loudly spoke “An emergency! Shit, when do you think you can get to my friend’s car? An accident out on 46 …………a fatality …………………..man …………..okay, lemme know in the morning, otherwise I’ll go out to change the tire when it’s daylight!” With the car indisposed till early morning and lots of time to kill, Steve pondered excitedly about the prospect of actually getting to see for himself whether or not his beautiful Asian wife really had no interest in being intimate with another man like she always claimed. Sure, he had hinted that he wouldn’t be upset with her taking a lover if she wanted to, especially since she was being flirtatious just to please him, but Carol would always respond that he was the one she loved. Slow dance music turned on, just loud enough for the sound to drift out to the deck, Reggie and Steve then took their drinks outside. A moment later, Reggie set his drink down on the railing and moved over to where the lovely wife stood gazing at the scenery. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked. Taking her glass from her hand and setting it down, he then grasped her hand and advised “Dance with me!” As she looked over to Steve in the corner, he added “It was his idea!” As the petite beauty raised her arms up to dance to the music, like back at the club, Reggie instead slid his hand around her trim waist and down slowly till his was cupping her asscheeks. With her hands on his upper arms, struggling a bit as she nervously looked over to her husband, Reggie advised “Relax, sweetie ………………….see, Steve has no objections ………………………he’s enjoying it all ……………………seeing his purty little wife getting her ass felt up!” Struggle over as she relaxed in his arms, he teased her with “Ya like it, don’t ya, honey ………………………like me feeling yer sexy little ass, huh!” Dance over, Reggie led the lovely wife back to where Steve was standing, with right arm on her trim waist but with his large hand still grabbing her pert little ass. With Steve’s drink empty as planned, Reggie advised “Hey ………………..lemme git us a refill …………………….how about a special of Reggie’s own concoction ……………..which I’ve named ‘Reggie’s Rocket’!” And as planned, Steve readily agreed to trying one out. Having returned with the drinks, they stood looking out at the city with Carol standing between them. Boldly, Reggie put his arm around her trim waist again, feeling her tense up since hubby was right next to her. And then as he was feeling her ass up once again, Carol reached back to grab at his hand to get him to stop, obviously feeling uncomfortable about him touching in such a manner while not dancing together. Thus, he grabbed her hand that was pushing his away, telling her “C’mon …………….let’s dance again!” and pulled her to the center of the deck where she wouldn’t argue about his hands on her ass. With Steve quickly guzzling down half of his drink by the end of the song, Reggie continued holding the young wife there as the music soon continued with another song. Steve then announced that he was feeling a bit dizzy and needed to use the ‘john’ before going inside while they danced. Once hubby was out of sight, Reggie bent down to give the sweet little beauty a passionate kiss. At first she tried to turn away but he brought one hand up to the back of her neck and held her steady. Panting from the passionate kiss, swallowing nervously as the hands kneading her ass had pulled her right up against his bulging cock, Carol was creaming in her panties. Never before had she allowed another man to kiss her in such a way, not so passionately anyway, normally just allowing a peck on the cheek by turning away in time so as not to get romantically involved in anyway. The passionate kiss, the hands on her ass with the thick bulge pressing up against her belly, Carol felt as never before. Clenching her thighs tightly, she wondered ‘It certainly feels so much bigger than Steve’s! I wonder just how much bigger?’ Steve had come out of the bathroom, hand to his forehead as he feigned being drowsy, then sat down upon the sofa that overlooked the deck. And then Steve slowly leaned over to the right in pretense that he was nodding off. Observed by the couple dancing outside, Steve peered out through the slits in his eyes, seeing his wife attempt to break away from her dance partner as she exclaimed “Something must be wrong with Steve!” He then observed his wife being pulled back by her partner as Reggie announced to her “Don’t ya worry none, honey ……………………….it’s jist the ‘roofie’ I slipped into his drink ………………………he’ll be out the entire night!” Not knowing what to do as she was pulled back into Reggie’s strong embrace, seeing that her husband was now asleep on the sofa, Carol shivered upon feeling his hardon press and throb against her belly. For the first time, feeling free in not being under the eyes of her voyeur husband, Carol felt wickedly naughty as she rubbed her belly up against the throbbing bulge. ‘Do I dare let things go a bit further?’ her mind wondered as she shivered once again as Reggie’s large hands fondled her ass. Often encouraged by her husband to take a lover if she wished, it seemed that was the only time that Steve wanted to make love to her …………………….at the thought of her being in the arms of another man. Agreeing to accompany him that first time four months ago, dancing with strange men who came to the table and asked if she’d care to dance, Carol found how aroused her husband had gotten when they got home. A hot and frenzied coupling resulted, the best in their married life, as Carol learned now what turned her husband on the most. But in pleasing her husband by dancing with other men, letting them pull her close and touch her a bit, Carol could not help but to wonder just what it would be like to be intimate with another man. And tonight with all the drinks, dancing with Reggie and feeling his hardon up against her, she needed a good fucking. With Steve asleep on the sofa, there was no way they’d be getting home for that fucking she needed so badly. Rubbing up against the thick bulge, she thought ‘Well ………………….there’s one cure that can certainly put out that fire between my legs! Even if Steve wakes up and catches me …………………..it’s what he’s been wanting to see me do all this time!’ On the sofa, Steve sucked in his breath in seeing Reggie take Carol’s left hand and press it up against his chest, pushing it slowing down to the top of his pants. His eyes widened upon seeing her petite hand begin to disappear, all the way up to her elbow before stopping, and the moan from Reggie’s lips made it quite obvious from how he was deriving his pleasure. He shivered, his cock throbbed upon hearing Reggie groan out “Oh, babyyyyyyyy …………………………oh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh …………….yeah ……………………oh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ………………………..squeeze it, baby!” Then, with Reggie positioning Carol so her back was to him, Steve observed the large black hands go up to he back of his wife’s light baby blue dress. And soon the soft creamy skin of his wife’s bared back was coming into view as his wife’s dance partner had skillfully unzipped the back of her dress and was now working on the metal clasps of her thin bra strap. Seconds later, his wife’s dress was puddled around her heels on the deck while Reggie was dangling her lacy white bra behind her back for him to see before letting it fall to the ground. Carol trembled as she held onto the biggest cock imaginable, in fact it was far longer and thicker that she had anticipated from when it was confined and being pressed up against her. ‘My, God ……………………..it’s so bigggggggg! What they say about black men must indeed be true!’ she swallowed in nervousness while shucking at her new playtoy, feeling it grow right in the palm of her hand. Seeing the length of the growing stem that now protruded out below her fist, Carol trembled with fear as she thought ‘It’s too big …………………….way too bigggggg ………………………….it’ll never fit in me!’ Steve watched as the couple swayed to the music, then with his wife stepping out of her puddled dress, she was being guided over towards the padded lounge chair. An embrace and a passionate kiss ensued as the muscular Reggie then was laying out his lovely wife upon the lounge chair. Panties worked down over her hips, he watched as the lacy garment was being drawn down his wife’s trim legs, then off her heels. Lying back upon the padded lounge chair, legs up with her heels placed to rest upon Reggie’s muscular chest, she saw the wide grin form on his face as he caressed her calves. Caressing hands now at her ankles, then one heel was removed and tossed aside, with the other soon to follow. Petite feet on the broad muscular chest as large hands caressed her legs, Carol then slid up her left foot up to his neck, shivered as Reggie bent his head down the capture her big toe between his teeth. Then he was kissing her foot before sliding it over his shoulder. The same process followed with her other foot and then with both ankles on his broad shoulders, Carol found herself being bent in two. As her black lover was descending down upon her, panic set in as Carol reached down frantically and grasped at the thick cock. Panic set in as she realized that Reggie was about to have sex with her without a condom, protection that she had Steve use each time as being put into the family way was not in the planning. “Wait ………………wait …………………you need to put on a condom!” she blurted out as the thick cockhead grazed up against her juicing slit. “Ain’t got none!” Carol was told. “Wait ………………..wait …………………my purse ……………….my purse ………………….Steve has me keep a couple in there!” she panted out, using her free hand to reach out in an attempt to get the purse that she had set down earlier. On her second attempt, she breathed a sigh of relief as she managed to grasp the strap and pull the purse over to her. It was quite a sight, such an awkward position to be fumbling with her purse, all while having her legs bent over her while her ankles rested upon the broad shoulders of her soon-to-be lover. Big black dong swaying menacingly back and forth, bloated cockhead rubbing up against her hot slit, Carol frantically tried to find the foil packets that she carried with her should her husband get too eager and unable to wait till they got home. To make matters worse, Reggie was panting over her, telling her “Forget that contraption …………………wanna fuck ya bareback!” ”No ………………..no ……………………wait ……………wait …………………….I found it!” Carol advised as she frantically tore one of the foil packets open. Leaning up and trying to see what she was doing, Carol was fortunate that Steve liked for her to do the honors, but then she swallowed in wonder ‘My, God ……………….he’s so much bigger …..…………….will it fit over him?’ She breathed a sigh of relief as she got it over the bloated cockhead, then began to stroke the rest of the protective coating over the menacing cock. Cunny pulsating, she then guided the rubber coated cock up against her slick slit. “Reggie ……………………….Reggie ……………………….no …………………….no, stop ……………………it’s too big ……………………..it’s too big ………………….it …………………….it won’t fit!” Carol panted out up feeling two attempt to insert the thick cudgel into her. And then, on the third try, she screamed out “Oh, Godddddddddd …………………………….oh, Goddddddddddddddddddddddddd ………………….stop …………………………….you ………………………….you’re tearing meeeeeeeeee!” “Oh, God ……………………..oh, God ………………….oh, God ……………….ohhh ………………..oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! Yes ………………………..yes ………………………..yes …………………………..oh, yes ……………………..yes ………………………..fuck me ……………………..fuck me ………………….oooh, so big ……………………………..so goodddddddddd!” Steve heard his once faithful wife pant as her black lover began thrusting in and out of her tight slit. This was such a change, for never before had his lovely wife been so verbal in their love making. Carol was always so prim and proper, so reserved in their lovemaking, with her normal response as he thrust in and out of her being “Mmmm ………………………….mmmm ………………………….mmmm ………………………….mmmm!” It was so big, so long ……………………………so good! A fuck like never before! Carol arched up, trying to get her black lover fully into her, wanting to feel his big balls banging up against her ass each time he bottomed out. “Oh, yes …………………….yes …………………..so deep ………………………so deep ……………………..all the way in ……………………….yes ……………………yes …………………….fuck meeeeee!” she moaned in pleasure. Suddenly, Steve saw that Carol was frantic, arching up desperately as she sought to learn “What are you doing ……………………why are you stopping ………………why are you stopping?” Then he heard Reggie tell his wife “Baby …………………….I’s can’t keep it up …………………not with his tight fuck’n rubber! Shit, I’s can’t feel a fuck’n thing!” “No …………no ………………please, don’t stop ……………don’t stop ………………..you need to keep it on …………………….pleaseeeee, put it back in!” came his wife’s plea. Steve then saw his wife reach down between their bodies to grasp the thick sheathed meat, not to pull it back into her horny twat but instead to shuck down the constrictive condom. Seconds later, Steve saw the protective condom lying uselessly upon the deck. ‘Oh, my God ……………………..she’s going to let him fuck her bareback!’ he shuddered. Steve’s jaw dropped in seeing his wife then guide the thick black cock down into place, watched as it disappeared back out of sight. The torrid fuck recommenced, with a now reenergized Reggie picking up speed as he began hammering away at Carol’s petite body. “Yes …………………….yes …………………..deeper ………………………deeper ……………………..all the way in ……………………….yes ……………………yes …………………….oooooooooh, yesssssssssssssss!” Steve heard his wife exclaim in delight. ‘Is she going to make him pull out? The way he’s humping at her …………………….it won’t be long before he cums! Is she actually going to let him cum in her?’ he wondered. “Ah, yeah ……………………..ah, yeah, baby …………………………gonna cum ……………………….gonna cum real soon, honey!” Steve heard Reggie pant out. With his wife’s arms still tightly wrapped around her lover’s neck, Steve then heard his wife pant “No, don’t ……………………….don’t do it in me ……………………….don’tttttt ………………………..nooooooooo …………………….you’ll get me pregnant! Pull it out ………………………pull it outttttttttttt!” http://68.media.tumblr.com/77a1ddfaa35c9aee72bd0453724e271e/tumblr_ndwfnoIQPV1tdf3cxo1_400.gif Seeing his wife’s dainty feet now drumming on her lover’s black ass, it appeared to Steve that his wife was demanding that he pull out of her. But when she planted the balls of for her feet down onto his asscheeks, pressing down on her toes as she arched up into her lover, Steve knew that there was no way the Reggie would be able to pull out ……………..…even if the black stud wanted to ………………………as he groaned out his lust “Ohhh, sweetie ………………………………Reggie’s gonna make one sweet little mama outta ya!” Bodies convulsing against each other, Steve watched his lovely wife and lover climax together. A short bit later, scared and shuddering with nervousness, Carol found herself in a position never before encountered. With the back of the padded lounge chair lowered, she was now laid out laid out flat on her back, with her lover’s knees above her shoulders and his slit cock dangling down from above. Panting for breath, with no doubt in her mind as to what he wanted of her, she then felt his hands on her legs. Legs being spread them wide, her calves now resting up on the metal armrests, she felt totally vulnerable as Reggie gazed down upon her sex that was oozing with his love juices. Slick cockhead brushing up against her lips, Carol shivered as she felt his breath upon her oozing slit. Never before had she felt a man’s mouth upon her, but now she wanted to experience the pleasure that her girlfriend’s in college sorority swooned about in their girl talk. Darting her tongue up, she flicked her tongue up against his slick and bloated cockhead, desperately wanting him to return the favor as his hot breath neared her pulsating slit. From where she lay, unable to see beyond her lover’s black ass, Carol was uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu that Reggie had signaled her husband to come and join the party. She was clueless in that Reggie was holding her legs wide for a reason other than to get his face down into her cunny ..…………………………..but so that she wouldn’t realize it was her husband getting his face into her well-fucked cunt! “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ………………………….mmmmmmmmmmmm!” she moaned around the thick cockhead as a hot mouth clamped over her cum filled twat. Oh, Reggie loved eating pussy ……………………….but preferably not a mushy one that he’d just fucked and filled with his own jizz! So, what better than to have her cuckold hubby do the honors to his beautiful wife. And with Stevie boy slurping away, Reggie reached over to push the back of the punk’s head down and rubbed his face into the mushy mess. Smiling as he grit his teeth to keep from laughing out loud, enjoying it all with the sweet Asian beauty sucking away at his cock while watching her punk husband eat the spunk out of her twat. Trying to move her legs, wanting to wrap them around her lover’s head, Carol felt him grasp her at the ankles. Feet on the metal arm rests, she pressed her toes down onto the metal, allowing her to arch up into the eager mouth that was eating her out. “Mmmmmm ……………………mmmmmmmmmmmm …………………..ggggrrrrrppppppppppp!” she gurgled around the long thick cock that was not going in and out of her throat. Forced to swallow each time it entered her throat in order to allow it to slide down her gullet, Carol was giving head as never before ………………………..her husband’s wiener just wasn’t long enough! Holding onto her ankles tightly, feeling the trembling of her body as she swallowed him whole, Reggie sensed that she was in the midst of a mind-shattering orgasm. Pressing his crotch down into her beautiful face, sinking his cock deep into her sucking throat, he then filled her throat with hot sticky jizz. Seconds later, the way in which her body thrashed as her ankles jerked in his grasp, Reggie knew that it was not the young wife’s orgasm causing this reaction ……………………………….but instead signaled her inability to breathe with his thick cock in her cum filled throat. Hands pushing up against Reggie’s hips, Carol frantically tried to breathe for it was either that or choke to death at this point. Still pressing her toes down onto the armrest, feeling the invading tongue wiggling about in her juicing snatch, her mind was spinning from the lack of oxygen and she thought ‘I’m going die ……………………..choke to death with my mouth filled with a black cock!’ And then it was suddenly pulled out of her throat, allowing her to breathe once again. But with all that slimy gunk in her throat, she gurgled “Ackkkkkkkk ……………………graaglllbbbb ……………ggggggggghhhhhh!” Swallowing the thick jizz in order to her clear her throat and breathe normally, Carol then shuddered in feeling the hot slimy goo slowly course its make down into her heaving belly that threatened to rebel the foreign substance. Taunt leg muscles now relaxing, her feet now flat on the armrests, her cunny clenching itself over and over in hopes that the pleasure-giving tongue would once again want even more of her juices. And then she glided back down to earth, the strong hands on her ankles were no longer there and the added weight was moving off the chair as she dozed off into a peaceful sleep. Moments later, Steve was holding the patio door open as Reggie picked up his petite wife who was fast asleep, cradling her naked body up in his muscular black arms. Closing the door behind them, Steve then followed as Reggie carried his wife down the hallway and into his bedroom. But as he was about to step into the bedroom, Steve was softly whispering to him “Sorry guy …………………………but this here is my domain …………..I’s only allow beautiful females in here! Ya can git a chair from the spare room and pull up a seat out here in the hallway ………………………in a minute its ‘showtime’!” Moments later, Carol was awakened to feel her ear being nuzzled as her ass was being kneaded, then heard Reggie’s familiar voice whisper “Oh, sugar …………………..ya got a real nice soft and purty little ass! So soft and creamy! Ain’t had me a purty little ass like this in years …………………………………….……damn, ya’s jist gonna love it ……………..…………..when ya’s git rear-ended by Reggie’s Rocket!” And then the strong hands at her hips were pulling her up, his knees between hers and pushing her legs apart till she was on all fours. Peering into the bedroom as he sat outside at the end of the hallway, Steve’s heart was pounding with anticipation, short of breath as he just was so captivated in watching his beautiful wife about to be sodomized. And then he was in a panic upon hearing his wife’s frightened plea “No ……………….oh, pleaseeeeeeee …………………..no …………………….no, pleaseeeeeeeeee ………………..not there ………………..no …………………..I’ve never ………………….please nooooooooooooooo …………no ………………….I’m scared ……………………….I’m scared …………………….it’ll hurtttttttt ……………………..it’ll hurttttttttttttttttttt!” ‘No ……………you said that you wouldn’t ………………..wouldn’t force her in any way!’ Steve wanted to yell out to the man on the bed kneeling up behind his wife. ‘No, Reggie ………………….you promised ……………………….you promised that you wouldn’t hurt her!’ his mind screamed out. But yet he remained silent, not wanting to give things away to his unsuspecting wife, that he had not been drugged but had in fact been fully awake and secretly watching all along. ‘Help her …………………….you’ve got to help her!’ Steve told himself as Carol began sobbing with fear upon feeling Reggie’s thick and bloated cockhead being wedged up into place at the entrance to her tight little ass. ‘That’s what you supposed to do if things got out of hand ……………………….you’re awake to stop him!’ he told himself. ‘But …………………that was out there on the deck! He told me I’m not allowed to go into his bedroom …………………..it’s his private domain! I ………………..I can’t go in there!’ he shuddered. Looking over at the cuckold little wimp, Reggie smiled and chuckled to himself in seeing that the faggot had no guts to come into the room and save his pretty wife from being raped up the ass. With the scared beauty clutching at the bedspread, trying to get away from him, Reggie held her firmly at the hips while keeping his boner lodged right up at the crack of her sexy little ass. “Ready, honey ……………………….gonna rip ya a new asshole! Jist squeeze, honey …………………………..it’ll jist be like shitting out a real whopper of a turd ……………………..heh, heh!” he laughed. “No ………………………no ………………………….please, no ………………..please don’t hurt me ……………………….please, nooooo!” Carol sobbed and pleaded, totally scared out of her wits. Cunny stretched to the brim, jaw nearly dislocated when it grew within her mouth, but the thought of having this rigid monster shoved up into her rectum was so frightful. “Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ………………………….aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ……………………….stoppppppp ……………………….pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee …………………oh, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee ……………………it hurttttttsssssssssssssssssss ……………………….oh, God, it hurtssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” she sobbed out in pain as the thick black cock skewered up into her virgin ass. “Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” came a curding and ear piercing scream from his agonized wife as Reggie had reared back and brutally rammed the entire length of his thick black cock up into her rectum. Steve cringed and shuddered, unable to imagine just how painful to have something of that size shoved up into his own ass. He desperately wanted to help his lovely wife, save her from more agony, but what could he do …………………………….having been told that he could not step foot into Reggie’s private domain. Though he was not man enough to step up and save his wife from being brutally sodomized, a part of him was willing to stand up …………………..stand straight up and firmly in fact …………………….as evidenced by his rigid cock fighting to get out of his constrictive pants and jockeys. It was now quite exciting for Steve in seeing the lengthy black cock sliding in and out of his beautiful wife’s creamy ass, hearing her sob each time it was thrust up into her rectum “Aaaaggggh ………………..…….aaaaggggh ………………..….aaaaggggh ………..………….aaaaggggh ……………….aaaaggggh ………………….aaaaggggh ………………….aaaaggggh………………….aaaaggggh!” “Aaaaaaarggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ……………………….oh ……………………………….oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!” came the loud groan from his wife, when Steve observed Reggie thrust himself all the way in while grunting out his lust. Steve shuddered as it was quite evident that his lovely Asian wife was getting a hot enema at that very instant. And then his sobbing wife collapsed face first into the pillow before her, an exhausted Reggie beginning to lean back on the bed, his now dwindling manhood slowly reappearing out from his wife’s shapely ass. With his wife lying face down on the bed, sobbing into the pillow, Steve leaned back in the hallway as her black rapist got off the bed and was then approaching him. He then heard Reggie whisper out to him “Hanky?” Reaching into his back pocket, Steve withdrew his clean and nicely folded hanky, handing it over to the man who had just sodomized his lovely wife. He watched as Reggie shook it open, then wrapped the hanky around his cock. Cock cleaned of the blood and shit stains, Steve was then handed back the hanky with a whispered “Thanks!” Handed a beer as Reggie re-entered the bedroom, Steve sat in the hallway sipping on his drink while watching as his wife and lover embraced once again. With his wife’s arms around Reggie’s neck and kissing him passionately while her lover was getting in position once again, he then observed her trim creamy legs crossover his black butt. “Oh, yesssssssssssssss ……………………………….oh, yessssssssssssssssssssss …………..so big …………………………so bigggggg …………………………….ohhhh, fuck me ………………………fuck m …………………….fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” he heard his wife’s voice. That next morning, in a deep sleep on the sofa, Steve was shaken awake by his lovely wife. Having retired to the sofa at 4:30 that morning, with his wife and lover asleep in each other’s arms after yet another torrid fuck session, Steve had not heard nor observe his love wife tip-toeing past him to retrieve her clothing out on the deck. Carol looked just radiant as she advised “Wake-up, sleepyhead! Got breakfast made for all of us!” Getting up, he followed his wife to the kitchen counter where breakfast was waiting. Noticing her obvious limp and wince as she walked, Steve asked “You okay, honey?” “Oh, just fine honey ………………….must have strained a muscle while dancing with Reggie ………………….I got into an awkward position when it happened!” came his wife’s reply. But Steve knew the real reason for the soreness she was feeling with each step she took! ‘A dance move …………………right!’ he wanted to say. Over breakfast, Steve was quite receptive to his wife’s suggestion of “With Reggie being so kind as to help us out last night, even letting us sleep over, let’s have him over for dinner!” Then Steve added “Oh, and plan to sleep over too as we’ll obviously be drinking and no point in getting pulled over by the cops! Hey, that Reggie’s Rocket was something ………………….gotta make me another next week …………………tasted real smooth but it sure packed a wallop!” With thing all set up for that next weekend, Steve looked forward to seeing his beautiful wife again cheating on him with her black lover ………………………….this time, right on their marital bed! End of Story.

Here I am back, with a new Erotic Story, perhaps among the 10 best I have read in my life .. Enjoy it. Young Wife: Ruined byCleoRa© My wife Joy and I have been together for fourteen years, married while very young. She was a virgin at the time. I wasn't but didn't have a lot of experience either. Our sex life, while not explosive has been satisfying, and I know for a fact she has never cheated on me. I have also not cheated on her. That changed about a year ago due to a stupid wager I made with a business acquaintance. I take full responsibility for it. The third party in this drama is a guy I'll call Scott, a young but very wealthy businessman who made his money in construction. He was currently building a large new house in our development and had a construction site set-up near the gym. He's about six-three, lean and fit, not an ounce of fat on him – a great basketball player. I'm a pretty good net guy myself, and that's how we hit it off. We live near each other and go to the same gym, where I met him. Joy wanted some renovation done on our home, but my business was in the rebuilding stage due to the recession, and we didn't have a ton of money to spend. After an exhausting game of one-on-one, as we showered I casually asked Scott what something like that might cost. He said about twenty-five thousand. That sounded fair, but stretched my budget quite a bit. When I asked him if that was his bottom price, he laughed and said, "Okay, less ten percent - if you throw in a date with your gorgeous wife." Joy is just a shade under five-seven, and keeps in shape by exercising regularly. She's thirty-two with a body that looks ten years younger, red hair and green eyes. She has a thirty-six inch chest but I've never been into overly large-breasted women anyway. What sets Joy apart, other than being plain gorgeous, is her world-class butt. When she walks by men, wearing shorts or jeans, they just about break their necks trying to keep that marvelous ass in sight as long as possible. We have had many good laughs about that. I jokingly said I'd probably agree to the deal if it saved me some money but there was no way she would. He looked a little thoughtful for a minute and replied, "Maybe she would. You just have to know how to ask." Something about his tone suggested he was sincere. "Are you serious?" "Yep. She's drop-dead beautiful, buddy." "What do you get out of it?" He laughed again. "Hey, I'm a guy. It's a challenge. I just want a chance to try." Scott was a bachelor and all the regulars around the gym knew of his reputation with the women, but I knew Joy would cut this guy off at the knees if he tried anything. And truthfully? I considered it, laughing along. "Lots of luck there. You'd just be out of the money and she's not into that." "Well then, you end up with a 10% discount for letting me try – twenty-five hundred bucks in your pocket." Over the next couple weeks we came back to the same subject a few more times, refining it without deciding on anything firm. It was really just one of those "what if?" things. Somewhere along the line though, I found myself agreeing to an arrangement with Scott. It went like this. I would step back and let him operate, as long as he didn't force her into anything or hurt her. If at the end of two weeks he hadn't had a "date" with her, I got the discount anyway. Win or lose, it was twenty-five hundred dollars in the bank for me. I own an up-start electronics company that makes all sorts of gadgets, so we agreed I'd provide him with about a dozen small cameras, fish-eye lens, and remote controls. Strategically placed, they would hook into my laptop so I could monitor his progress and ensure Joy wasn't hurt in any manner. Yeah, it was a stupid idea, but there it is. Scott made a couple trips to the house to get "exact measurements", while I stayed out of the way in my home office, letting Joy handle it. But I admit, I did spy on my wife and Scott with the home surveillance system while he was there, justifying it as "looking out after my best interests." I also grudgingly admitted that he and Joy hit it off pretty good, but no more so than some of our other close male friends. Joy is personable and it sometimes comes across as flirtatious. Maybe it is to a degree, but I knew it was harmless. I watched them laughing, her touching his arm once as he said something humorous, feeling a slight surge of jealousy fighting its way to the surface. Scott left both times without any attempt at seduction, and I sighed with relief. One week left, I thought smugly. With four days to go on our deal, Scott called and said the initial house plans were ready for review. When he said, "Tell Joy to come over on Saturday and see them," I knew this was finally it. He was going to make his move. Joy asked if I wanted to go with her but I told her I was wrapped up in work and I'd trust her decision. That was even truer than she knew. I watched her walk across the street to her car, short sun dress, platform shoes, and her pony-tail bouncing behind. She looked delicious and the first feelings of dread finally surfaced. What if I'd made a mistake playing this silly game? I knew I hadn't. I knew my wife. I trusted her, and she trusted me. I turned on the laptop and saw the four split-screens. In one of them, Scott was bent over his desk apparently working. Each of the four screens gave me a different angle of the office. Fifteen minutes later, he stood to greet my wife as she entered. "Joy. Good of you to come on a weekend and such short notice," Scott's deep voice resonated strongly over the quality speakers I'd installed in his office the week prior. I'd been to Scott's construction site a few times. Mostly old temporary style buildings, his office consisted of a large metal hut, broken into a small space for his receptionist, a large office/conference room for him, a restroom and a corner where he'd placed a mattress. He'd told me with a wink, he slept when he worked late, or sometimes "entertained." It was that last part that worried me, for I knew that's where he intended to do the deed with my wife. After a little small talk he led her to a drafting table and they looked over some drawings. Subtly, I watched as Scott moved directly behind Joy, pointing to various things of interest on the chart. He placed one hand on her shoulders, leaning forward and apparently said something witty, for she laughed. I saw her suddenly stiffen as the front of his pants touched her butt, both hands snaking around her to grasp her breasts. As part of our agreement, I'd confided in Scott some of Joy's hot buttons. Her nipples were her most vulnerable areas. If I wanted to fool around and she was cool to the idea, I'd pinch her tits for a few minutes and she'd start squirming. Once I got my mouth on one, she was mine. "Scott, stop it this instant!" She struggled, but he held her tightly against what I figured was a raging hard-on, pinching and rolling her nipples under the thin material of her sundress. Although her protests grew stronger, he didn't speak one word the entire time. Finally, he just picked her up, carried her to the mattress and dumped her. In one swift movement, he was laying between her knees, pinning both her small hands behind her back in one of his large ones, and went right back to kneading her nipples again. My laptop showed clear shots from all four screens, each from a different angle. This wasn't part of the plan. He wasn't supposed to force her do anything. Then I remembered Scott's carefully chosen words. He'd said he wouldn't force her to have sex - not that he wouldn't force the issue right up to the point of having sex though. I was nearly a mile away feeling uncertain now. I looked on, also feeling helpless. "I'll scream," her words carried to me. Scott smirked as he pulled a dress strap off her shoulder, baring one perky breast. "It's the weekend and you're in the middle of an abandoned construction site. Go ahead," he said. "Scream." "You'll go to jail, Scott!" She suddenly went ridged and grunted as Scott's mouth closed over her little brown nipple. "I mean it," she said less forcibly. I watched as she struggled fruitlessly for a few more minutes, alternating between threats and pleas. For a long time Scott didn't even reply as he licked, sucked and nibbled her nipple. Joy threatened and pleaded with him to stop some more but it appeared she was losing steam. He finally did stop, but only long enough to pull the other strap down and attack her other breast. He paid that nipple homage for about as long as he had the first one, and at some point during that time Joy grew silent. I saw she had her eyes clinched tightly, a strained look on her face. She lay motionless, breathing through her mouth. After a long time, Scott slid his head down her body, lifting her dress with his free hand. I heard her breathe a soft "No," as his face settled between her thighs. On number three camera I watched as he pulled her black panties aside, exposing a neatly trimmed vagina. His tongue flicked out and touched her clit, drawing another soft protest. My chest felt as if it were about to explode! My cock was as hard as it'd ever been, as I gripped it through my pants. My inexplicable excitement surprised me. I'd watched a few porn movies of course, but watching Scott's tongue licking my wife's pussy, was that times ten! He took the same deliberate approach to licking her cunt as he had done with her breasts, agonizingly slow, designed purposely to push her buttons. After a few minutes I saw the first signs he was finally getting to her, as her thigh muscles visibly tightened and her pretty painted toes began to move. I knew from past experience that the toes were a sign she was aroused. Joy grunted loudly as Scott suddenly attacked her vagina more vigorously with his mouth, burying his tongue to the hilt, licking, sucking and nibbling her pussy lips. I watched as he pulled on one of her vagina lips with his mouth, savoring it, and then releasing it to do the other one. Whether it was from his saliva or her own secretions, she looked extremely wet! The small clit I'd seen when he first started, was now puffy and protruding, her pussy lips engorged. Scott knew what he was doing all right. After less than a minute her thighs noticeably tightened around his head and her toes were wiggling frantically. Scott released her hands, pulling her ass tight against his face, lathing her entire crotch from anus to clit with his large tongue. I watched in disbelief as Joy's hands slid around Scott's head, wrapping her fingers in his long hair and pulling his face even tighter against her vagina as she arched her body up to meet his tongue. All resistance seemed gone, as she whimpered with growing need, making the little sounds I'd heard so often, and loved. Only now, she was making them for someone else! Another man! I realized I held my hard cock in my hand, not even remembering when I'd released it from its confines. This was sick! What the fuck was I doing? Watching my wife literally being raped before my eyes and jerking off! Joy cried out sharply, causing me to look back at the laptop. I'd seen Scott in the gym shower numerous times, and yes he was much bigger and thicker than me. I'm pretty average, aware that some men are more generously endowed. I asked Joy once if women really liked bigger penises, and she told me that was a myth. Most women would probably say it mattered more to men, than to themselves. She said as far as she was concerned, mine was a great size. Of course, mine was the only one she'd ever experienced. Scott quickly swung his large frame around to lie on top of her, his cock and balls now swinging directly over her clinched eyes. Holding her knees apart with his elbows, he went back to enthusiastically licking her pussy from top to bottom, pausing to rim her puckered little anus. I watched Joy's strained face as she struggled with her feelings, and as she finally opened her eyes to see what dangled before her. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw five pounds of cock and balls hanging right in front of her face. If it hadn't been so erotic, it'd have been funny! I heard an audible gasp escape from her mouth as Scott slowly lowered his groin downward, the spongy head barely touching her lips. After what seemed like a long time, her pink tongue finally darted out, disappeared again, and then returned to lick the head. Scott groaned, lowering his belly more as he redoubled his own efforts on her vagina. I saw the large cockhead disappear completely inside of her sweet mouth and almost came in my hand. I stopped touching myself, just watching as her cheeks hollowed, my innocent wife sucking a stranger's cock. Joy had performed oral on me often, but never to completion. I'd always marveled at how beautiful she looked while doing it. We also did sixty-nines, but it wasn't one of her favorite positions because she knew I had trouble controlling my orgasm when we were in that position. It was apparent that Scott was a master at what he was doing. Just as her thighs began trembling, her body shaking uncontrollably, he eased off, offering more of his cock for her mouth. It was the old stick and carrot routine. Joy had most of Scott's cock embedded in her throat, sucking and slobbering on it with enthusiasm as he pulled her pussy against his face. He held her that way, totally defenseless, ruthlessly fucking her face as she gagged and slobbered on his thick meat. Her toes were moving a mile a minute, her grunts and moans growing noticeably louder. I could see she was going over the edge soon and my cock throbbed with urgency, urging me to touch it. If I did, I knew I would go off. So I waited. I saw Scott's ass cheeks suddenly clinching, his balls tightening and I knew he was already there - pumping load after load down my pretty wife's working throat as she clutched his ass, pulling him deeper. Then she was sobbing her own orgasm around his pumping cock, whimpering, squealing and thrashing like a wild woman. Joy continued to tremble and shudder long after her orgasm ended, fully enjoying each little after-thrill, still holding Scott's cock inside her mouth as though reluctant to release it. Finally, he pulled out and slid around to face her. He lay on top of her, licking her half-open lips, kissing her unresisting mouth. Joy lay as though comatose, panting and dazed by her own unwilling response. I cleaned myself up with the box of tissues nearby, drained but still guiltily watching. After a while, Scott went back to sucking her tits again, and for the first time I noticed her panties were on the mattress beside her. Scott's thick cock was positioned against her glistening opening, not moving. Joy wasn't struggling now, her thighs slightly gripping him, her hands against his back, eyes staring up at him with expectation. She looked hungry, wild and hotter than I'd ever seen her. She seemed to be just waiting now. I watched as she closed her eyes again, taking short breaths through a half-open mouth. Her tongue licked her lips. Time froze as we all waited. One might ask why I didn't race over there with a baseball bat and stop him. It's complicated. First, I'd have to explain to Joy that I'd been the one who'd orchestrated the whole thing, putting her through this. To be honest, it was the most unexpectedly exciting thing I'd ever witnessed. My explosive climax had left me weak. As though hypnotized, I watched the big head of Scott's cock push her sloppy cunt lips apart, disappearing inside as her body arched upward to meet it, her pretty painted toenails starting up again. Scott's face was concentrating intently on what he was doing, his ass muscles bunching as he pushed harder. Joy grunted as though in pain, placing her hands against his chest in an attempt to control his entry. Scoot ignored her efforts, pushing deeper. It took a couple minutes but eventually he was completely inside her, his balls dangling against her anus. Then he started slowly fucking her as she made little mewing noises, the toes wiggling wildly. He did it with long, maddeningly slow strokes, resting on his hands and watching her facial expression intently as though observing her internal struggles with her desire. They both knew there could be only one outcome and that she'd lose her fight in the end. This went on for a full ten minutes, until her slender body was trembling and quaking with her need. His pace didn't increase and his expression never changed. I have to say this for the man, he had staying power. He kept it up until the small intermittent noises she'd been making, now came continuously, sounding almost pitiful. Suddenly she was staring up into his face with pleading eyes. "Scottie . . . Scott . . . no more . . . please . . ." As though of their own accord the hands against his chest slowly slid around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, as he slowly sank down on her and began a more rapid motion. His cock was glistening with her juices, its thickness pulling her cuntal lips out as it retreated, pushing them back inside as it plunged deep again. Soon he was punishing her with his thick cock, hard brutal thrusts that jarred her slender body, his large hairy balls bouncing against her anus. She simply went wild – wiggling - thrashing and clawing his back - her cries increasing in tempo until she was finally screaming her release. She came in about one minute, sobbing and crying out with pleasure as she attempted to climb him, suck his entire body inside her opening. From one camera, I could see thick white fluid being forced from around the tight seal his thick cock created inside her pussy. She had never squirted while fucking me, but it had to be her fluid because I could tell Scott hadn't cum yet. Also, she had never cum strictly from me fucking her. Joy always had to use her fingers to reach a climax. She said it was because some women had a high clitoris, resulting in a man's cock not being able to rub against it during intercourse. Scott's thick cock clearly rubbed and banged against her swollen clit, forcing it in and out with each stroke. As a result she'd cum like a banshee, making me feel even more inadequate. After Joy came, she was like a rag doll in Scott's huge hands as he continued hammering into her relentlessly. Every so often, she'd mew softly in protest, but didn't resist, not seeming aware that he was still using her. Having climaxed once in Joy's mouth, it seemed Scott could keep it going indefinitely. After what seemed like a long time, Joy lifted her hips a bit, rotating them very slightly as she moaned softly. Her thighs eventually came back up to grasp Scott's hips, her hands returning to his ass, her mouth seeking his again. What followed was another earth-shaking climax for the three of us. I sat with bowed head trying to calm my racing heart while tightly grasping my deflating cock. I'd cum so hard my prostate ached. I looked back at the laptop's screen and saw Joy was sitting up, a river of cum running from her swollen pussy onto the mattress. Long hair hid her face as she reached for her discarded panties, using them to wipe-up some of the semen from between her legs. Then she dropped them into a nearby trashcan. She looked listless, broken, completely defeated. Scott lay on is back, unmoving except to lift onto his elbows and stare at her as she prepared to leave. Lying across his thigh, his fat cock still glistened from their combined juices. Joy was finally able to pull herself up and wobbly stand, but her knees seemed weakened, hardly able to hold her upright. She secured her crumpled dress and pulled it over her head, and then picked up her shoes and purse. She stood and just gazed down at Scott for a full minute. Her hair was in disarray, her lips red and swollen, tear-tracks lining her pretty face. She looked stunningly beautiful. "You're a real son-of-a-bitch," she said softly, without any apparent anger. She turned to go, and then looking over her shoulder said, "You've ruined me." Carrying her shoes, she went through the door and I heard an engine start up a minute later. Report Story byCleoRa

<!--ADULTSONLY--> _________________________________________________________ Wifes New Years [MMF, cuckold, voy, oral, anal] by [email protected] Well this holiday season has changed my once idyllic marriage, and it appears that our reaction to the events may have permanently altered the sexual behaviors of that relationship. Over the past month I have read everything I could find on voyeurism and cuckolds in an attempt to understand the reaction of both my wife and myself to the events that occurred. During that time I decided that telling the story of the events leading up to, as well as the outcome of that evening might help me put it all in proper perspective. This story started a week and a half before Christmas at my company Christmas party, as always my thirty eight year old wife looked absolutely stunning. Renee is a curvaceous, but petite redhead who remains in great shape. Some of this is due to her executive role in a company that has a major interest in a local health club chain, which affords her the opportunity for daily workouts at her corporate office. Renee is five foot tall and has a spectacular 34-22-33 figure that never fails to turn heads when we are out together. Daily workouts are also part of my daily regime, in an effort to stay competitive with the wealth of young Ivy League Graduates that are regularly hired by the Wall Street firm that I work for. I am 42 years old and have been monogamously married to Renee for 12 years. Over the last few years we had worked hard to establish our roots in Manhattan, buying a huge loft and making the appropriate business contacts to place a solid foundation for our financial future. Large parties in our spacious home were commonplace, and the financial freedom to entertain in such a fashion was part pleasure that Renee and I derived from our workaholic natures. Colleagues have always been envious of my relationship with Renee; she is one of those women that presents herself as an intelligent professional, yet it is obvious that an incredible sexuality lies dormant just beneath her poised and charming persona. I am not sure if it is her long curly red hair or the riveting green eyes that gives advertises her sensuous nature, for me it is that my wife dresses to please me in spike heels, stockings and corsets on a regular basis. Sitting down with my wife at the corporate Christmas Party, I glanced at her with pride, briefly recalling the image of her getting dressed for the evening. Under her satin and lace evening gown, Renee had chosen a purple and black corset that cinched tight her already small waist and accentuated her wonderful breasts, the additional of opera length stockings and four inch, ankle strap spiked heels had completed the ensemble. I realized how lucky I was to have this lovely woman as my wife. Unlike many of the stories that I have read of others experiences with cuckoldry, Renee and I have enjoyed an active and satisfying sex life. We had been seated with the new female Vice President that had just joined our firm, and I had been asked to make sure that Tina enjoyed herself, as she was single and attending alone. As the night wore on Renee started to become a bit uncomfortable with the attention that I was paying to our new acquaintance, Tina was vivacious and intriguing, yet I tried to assure Renee that my interests were purely professional. My very astute wife was quick to point out that Tina's interests were obviously less than professional, and in a very serious tone asked me if we could leave soon. To this day I am not sure what my motivations were, whether I was flattered by the attentions of an attractive woman or it was my competitive professional nature, but I told Renee that she should either set aside her jealousy or go home. In the initial moments after the smile had slipped from my wife's face I considered recanting those words, but before I could she asked me to escort her to the door. As we made our way to the front of the hotel, where Renee could get a cab home, I explained that the party would be ending shortly and I would be close behind. Yet my words were of no consolation to my wife, and as I kissed her goodbye I could sense her hurt. The cab pulled away from the curb and I made my way back up to the party, once I arrived I immediately went to Tina, who was standing with the owner of my firm, I explained that I felt it was best if I made my way home. Tina said that she was also ready to leave and we both made our way to street level, as we walked to curbside Tina apologized to me for upsetting Renee, saying that even though she found me attractive that her flirtatious manner had been unfair to my wife. As we reached the cabstand I reached out to politely take her arm in hopes to allay her uneasiness over the events, she misunderstood my actions and leaned into me with a long passionate kiss. My heart was pounding, obviously flattered and aroused by this show of passion I allowed her to melt into my form, and my arms naturally slipped around her. As I took hold of my emotions and gently pushed Tina away, I heard an odd gasp escape her lips and then my eyes turned with hers at the cab that must have pulled up moments ago, and looked directly into the tear stained eyes of my wife. Throughout the holidays Renee and I struggled with the emotions from what had transpired on that night, I found that she would pull away both emotionally and physically whenever I tried to reach out to her. Christmas eve we made love in front of the tree, something that was part of our holiday tradition, but unlike the previous twelve years Renee was mechanical and unattached. As we were done my lovely wife curled up next to the tree in her red stockings, garters and half bra, quietly covered herself with her white satin wrap, and cried herself to sleep. The next morning as we opened gifts Renee thanked me for my obvious attempt to apologize in my card and choice of presents, yet she said that she could not escape the image of Tina and I locked in a romantic embrace. My wife handed me an envelope that bore my neatly scribed name, and said that she hoped that I would consider what she had to offer as a resolution to our current conflict. She sat there quietly, but it was obvious that she was nervous as I read the letter in silence. Her offer was quite simple really, although as was her way, written with eloquence. Renee proposed a taste of revenge and finished with mentioning that I was the one that had opened "Pandora's Box." The alternative to her plan was just as straight forward, we would separate to see if that might allow her to reconcile the painful memory. As I considered the options, I realized how much I loved and needed this woman, and it seemed that a bit of flirtation with a few of her selected friends from work would ultimately be quite harmless, and I quickly agreed. It took a while before the silence was broken again, when Renee softly told me that she would start making the plans the following day, and then the two of us engaged in a wonderful afternoon of sex to complete our Christmas Day. Over the next two days I watched my wife nervously make the plans for "her" New Years Eve party, she initially appeared almost timid, yet as the days passed I noticed that she had become almost giddy. Renee suggested that I invite some of my associates from work, she even suggested inviting Tina. I did invite a few of my long-term friends, but had decided that inviting Tina was not in our best interest. More than anything I just wanted to get this evening over with so that Renee and I could get on with our lives. Renee dropped by my office early in the afternoon of New Years Eve, after having her hair and nails done, her upbeat mood left me with the hope that the two of us would ring in the New Years with some rekindled passion. When I arrived home that evening, the caterers were already preparing our home for the evenings festivities, and as in the past, Renee was directing the operation in her usual efficient manner. As I attempted to give my alluring wife a kiss she pulled back with a sly smile, gave a playful slap to my cheek and chastised me for interfering with her task at hand. Then with a flirtatious smile at the young bartender, continued to direct him in setting up. An interesting mixture of jealousy and arousal ran through me as I took notice of this frightening change in my wife's behavior, I had never seen her act in such a bold manner with another man before tonight. I went downstairs to my home office in an attempt to finish up some research for work, but found myself nervously contemplating the evening soon to come. My home office has an open circular staircase that leads directly into the master bedroom, and I listened as my wife showered and started to get dressed for the evening. The arousal that I had felt watching my wife flirt with the young bartender haunted me, unable to clear it from my mind and completed distracted, I finally decided to put aside work and made my way up the staircase. As I came up into the bedroom my attention was immediately drawn to my wife applying her makeup at her vanity, she was wearing a black and red corset that I had made at a corset shop in the Village, I had told her to save it for our Valentines Dinner planned for our favorite Italian restaurant. It had been designed to drastically reduce her waist size, while the deep plunging front supports her generous breasts from the sides and below while leaving maximum exposure of her cleavage. I noticed how perfectly the black opera length, seemed hose and wide garters she was wearing perfectly framed her completely shaved mons, and I felt the tell tale signs of a hard on as I stared at her in the vanity mirror. Finally I stepped out of the dark alcove of the stair where although hidden, I could see the entire bedroom. When Renee saw me she immediately said "Honey, I know that you had this made special, but I thought that you wouldn't mind knowing how important tonight is to me." I did not know how to respond, the jealousy was welling up inside me, and I swore that I saw a slight smirk upon her lips that she had just finished turning a bright shade of red, yet my tight response was a restrained "that's fine." I walked over to her, my erection strained against my now tight briefs underwear as I moved, reaching out to her I started to run one finger up from below her sternum at the corset opening toward her @@@@@@@ breasts. Gently Renee took my hand, and she pulled it away from her body her head signaled toward the bed. I glanced over and saw the letter she had written me laid open next to the dress she had laid out for the evening. "Rick, you know that this isn't for you tonight, tonight is my night unless....", her words dropped off and then she went silent as I moved away from her and toward the bed. I glanced in the mirror that was mounted just above our headboard, and noticed that she was intently watching me. Silently, I picked up the silk dress that was carefully laid out at the foot of our bed; it was a very small, almost translucent black dress. By the way it was cut in the front I could tell before she even put it on that her cleavage would be on display for all to see, as well as a generous amount of her left leg from the slit that ran up the side. My erection seemed to throb at the very thought of my wife being seen in such an outfit, and my stomach turned with jealousy. Carefully I laid the dress back out on the foot of the bed, and then picked up the letter. "Rick, I understand if you want to stop this, but honey I cannot get the images of you and Tina out of my mind.", as my wife spoke her voice became a touch louder and more intense, "Every time you touch me I see you with her Rick!" "Renee, this is dangerous you know?" I asked her as I turned to her. Silently she nodded in reply, and I then said, "I will do my best to go ahead with this because I love you, but it will not be easy to watch you play these games with the people that you work with every day!" I immediately knew that I had chosen the wrong words, and I watched the resolve strengthen in her eyes as she said, "Yes Rick, I am very aware of those feelings." Defeated, yet some how still aroused, I went to the shower. When I came back into the bedroom, Renee had just finished getting ready, and she exuded a sexual heat that I had never noticed in her before. "Nancy and Vinny from your firm are here already Rick." Renee called out. "Shit, why did I invite people from the firm tonight" I thought to myself, but trying to keep my composure I asked Renee if they had been shown in. With a giggle she told that she had and that Vinnie had loved her dress, "his kiss lingered a bit longer than usual honey, do you think that meant anything?" She asked with an almost mocking innocence. My stomach was tight with jealous pangs, yet I maintained my composure the best I could. "I am going to go out and entertain our guests while you finish getting ready hon." Renee said as she confidently walked toward the bedroom door. I looked at her well formed legs that were accentuated by what must be new five-inch black and red spike heels, and the slightest glimpse of lace stocking top fueled this frightening arousal that I was experiencing. Slowly I finished getting into my Tuxedo, and by the time I made my way from the bedroom there had to be at least twenty people in our spacious loft. One of the young men from the catering staff offered me a glass of champagne; I took it as I glanced about the room in hopes of locating my wife. On my second glance through the room I located my wife, and became immediately aware of why I did not see her the first time, she sat on the end of our sofa surrounded by four or five gentlemen attending the party, including Vinnie from my office. I noticed her obviously calculated pose, Renee was leaning slightly forward causing the low cut silk dress to fall away from her breasts, one leg was resting horizontal on the sofa arm and the slit on her skirt @@@@@@@ the slightest amount of lace from her stocking tops. This pose left little to the imagination of her audience, I watched as Vinnie casually rested his hand on her almost naked upper thigh. Renee glanced over at me; a smile crossed her lips as she said "There is Rick now," and then waved me over to where she was sitting. Renee made absolutely no attempt to cover herself as I made my way over towards her, but Vinnie had quickly removed his hand from her @@@@@@@ thigh. Renee introduced me to four of the young and well conditioned men from her office; Vinnie carefully watched my reaction to the formalities. I had decided that it was essential that I maintain my composure, and was very careful to control the tone of my voice and body language, yet I was afraid that I would not be able to hide my raging hard-on. By ten o'clock our loft was packed and the drinks were flowing freely. Renee was quite tipsy and she became bolder at the teasing hands of many of the single men who discretely would touch my scantily clad wife whenever opportunity presented. Just before midnight I realized that I had not seen Renee in quite some time, I excused myself from the conversation that I was engaged in with people from my firm and attempted a stealth search for my missing wife. Then I noticed one of Renee's girlfriends start to step out onto the porch, she stopped for a brief moment and then slipped back into the living room closing the door behind her. Watching as she positioned herself almost as if to guard the door, it was quickly apparent where I might find my wife. Thinking quickly I made my way to our half bath that had a small window overlooking the porch, but it was occupied. I impatiently waited for the door to open; a very strange dilemma consumed me, the erection that was forming over the thoughts of what my vengeful wife might be doing and the jealous anger that gnawed at my stomach. Finally the door opened and Vinnie came out, gave me a surprised look and then quickly slid past me in the tight hallway. I slipped into the bathroom, locked the door and hastily turned out the light. Carefully and quietly I made my way to the window that was already slightly ajar, as I glanced onto the porch I saw my wife leaning against the railing. Two of the men she had introduced me to at the start of the party stood on either side of her, the three of them were talking very quietly. I moved forward in an effort to hear them when I noticed that Tom was tracing the flesh of her @@@@@@@ breast along the line of the corset, the silk material of her dress carefully pushed aside. "Tom, I am angry with Rick, but we really shouldn't be doing this." Renee said with a slight gasp. "I asked the two of you to help me give him a taste of his own flirtatious behavior" Renee's words were cut short with a soft groan as I watched Steve start to run a finger along the slit of her dress up the length of her @@@@@@@ thigh. Tom was in his early thirties, at least six foot three inches tall, and even in a tuxedo his well-conditioned physique was obvious. Steve looked slightly older and slightly shorter, I had met him once before at Chelsea Piers rollerblading, and remember being a bit intimidated by his massive and muscular build. As much as I tried to pull myself away from the painful vision just a few feet away, I was frozen at the window. "Well Renee, you know that Tom and I have always been intrigued by the charms you have displayed so well tonight." Steve said as his hand slowly slipped up under her short dress. I silently watched as his fingers gently played with the lace band on her stocking tops and listened to Renee's quickened breathing. Soon it was obvious that his fingers had made their way up to the naked flesh just above the stockings. Renee's head fell back as I watched Tom start to caress her breast more firmly; Steve had lifted her skirt to where I could see that Renee had not worn panties this evening, and I felt certain that it was not out of concern for panty lines. "Guys, we need to go in soon, it is almost midnight and they will notice that the three of us are gone." Renee said, her words closed off with a gasp as Steve's fingers found her clit. I wanted to scream, the anger and jealousy welling up inside me wanted to stop this, but my hand pressing against my raging hard on guaranteed my perplexing silence. Renee opened her legs slightly in an effort to grant Steve easier access, and her hand drifted to Tom's loins. Renee's eyes focused on Tom and she let out a guttural moan as she caressed his cock. Was her reaction motivated by the size of Tom's cock or Steve's probing fingers that were now penetrating her wet cunt, I wondered? "God what a typical fucking male I am" I thought to myself, but then Renee's words confirmed my most painful suspicions, "God Tom you feel huge." Then I watched as Steve quickened the movement of his arm, another deep groan escaped my wife's lips and the wet sounds that emanated from the porch made it obvious that he was vigorously fucking my wife's cunt with his fingers. Renee's other hand drifted to Steve's loins, "My god both of you are huge." Renee blurted out. The men just smiled at each other as they continued to use my wife's body. As Renee stroked their engorged cocks through their trousers she said, "We have to stop this, I love Rick, I just wanted him to know how it feels." "Renee, you can't leave us frustrated like this!" Tom said and Steve quickly added "Did you think that we wouldn't want to fuck you after all of this?" Just then a knock came at the bathroom door that caused me to jump and knock a glass off the sink, the sounds shook my wife out of her lustful state. Renee quickly pulled away telling Tom and Steve that they had to get back to the party before they were noticed. I waited until Tom and Renee had made their way back in the door to the loft in an effort to not draw their attention and in futile hope that my erection would subside. "There you are!" Renee said as I made my way back down the hall, pulling me down for a small peck on the lips. "I have been looking all over for you" she said, "It is almost midnight and the servers need to get the champagne ready!" I didn't know if I could actually smell her wet cunt or if it was just my imagination, but I was unable to talk with her calmly. Instead I told her that I would take care of the champagne and abruptly walked away. I could tell immediately that my terse response had upset her, yet it was becoming difficult to control my anger. Champagne was being quickly distributed to all the guests and the wait staff strategically positioned themselves around the room with unopened bottles to "pop" at midnight. I watched as Renee made her way around the room and it was becoming obvious that this New Years her kiss would belong to someone else tonight. Steve and Tom discretely positioned Renee between the two of them with a careful maneuver, and as the count down began Renee stared directly into my eyes from across the room. When the clock struck midnight Renee was lifted up into Tom's arms for a deep passionate kiss, at first she almost appeared to resist, and then I watched as her body relaxed in his arms. Both jealousy and arousal were welling up inside of me, and I watched Tom hand Renee to Steve, her feet never touching the ground. Just then one of the single girls from Renee's office took notice of my obvious discomfort and came over to offer me a gentle kiss and a hug. Yet even as I kissed her my eyes never lost focus on Renee as I noticed her short dress ride up in the back, giving anyone looking a full view of her luscious naked ass. As hard as my cock was I felt that I could take no more of this, just then I noticed my friends from the office talking with Vinnie. It was obvious that they had grown uncomfortable and were about to leave. I made my way across the crowded room to see them out. Renee was finally set down on her heels and she immediately made her way across the room to me, she threw herself in my arms giving me a deep passionate kiss. "Well I need to see out my friends," I said with an angry tone as I pushed her away, Renee turned and noticed Vinnie handing out the coats to my friends. Polite apologies were made by all of them, offering another party that they must make an appearance at as a reason for their early departure, yet the look on Vinnies face told the story. Renee had somehow slipped back into the gracious hostess mode as she saw them all out, and as the door was closed I told her that I thought that it was time to end the party. "Rick, my interest is purely professional," she said with a calculated but now cautious tone. By then my anger peaked and as I removed my own coat from the closet I coolly told Renee that I was going to go to a hotel and would call her in the morning. For a brief moment we stood staring into each other's eyes, I believe we both wanted to find a way out of our predicament, and then I picked up an unopened bottle of champagne and went downstairs to my office to pick up my briefcase before leaving. Once in my office I realized the unlikely possibility of finding a hotel room in Manhattan on New Years Eve, and found myself sitting there trying to reconcile the myriad of emotions. What confused me the most was the arousal I had felt at watching my wife act in such a sexual manner with other men. I completely lost track of time as I sipped directly from the bottle of champagne trying to figure out what I would do next. I could hear the guests starting to leave and the clinking sounds of the catering staff starting the clean up. I decided that I would wait until all the guests had left and then talk this through with the woman that I loved. Just then I heard the Master Bedroom door open just above me, then I heard Renee's voice on the phone; "Art, this is Renee, have you seen Rick?" She was asking the building doorman about me, "Ok, no he left just after midnight, Alright Art, will you call me immediately if he returns please." "No nothing serious Art, we just argued tonight and I wanted to make it up to him when he comes home...Thanks your always a sweetie Art, Happy New Years!" she finished. I rose to make my way up to the bedroom; my heart fluttered at the thought of her "making it up to me." I had risen four steps when I heard a male voice echo from the bedroom that stopped me in my tracks. "So Rick won't be home until morning?" I could tell that it was Steve's deep bellow. As my heart fell I immediate felt the blood rush to my cock, the jealousy that ran through my veins was betrayed by my immediate sexual arousal. "Guys, you should go now my." My wife responded with a slight slurring of her words. Her almost uneasy tone made me want to rush up the stairs and send her co-workers on their way, yet I found myself frozen on the fourth step from the bottom of the stairs, straining to hear what was occurring just above me. I realized that some part of me actually desired to watch my wife used by these men again. There was almost complete silence from the room at first, but obviously they were not heeding my wife's request for them to leave. The only sounds were of the caterers cleaning the loft, and I pushed forward another two steps in a stealth fashion that confused and excited me. Then a soft feminine gasp carried through the room, I could not mistake the familiar sounds of my wife when she is sexually energized. Something told me that the two young stud were caressing my wife's body, pushing her resolve to resist to its very limits. I knew that I should rush into the room and stop this obscene performance that was being consummated just above me, rather I moved quietly slightly higher in an effort to hear, perchance even to see my wife used by these men. Another groan slipped from my wife's lips and then in almost a whisper I heard her say, "Please stop, please this wasn't what I wanted." "Unnghhhh" my wife cried out as the liquid sucking sound of her dripping cunt filled the room, her breathing quickened and I heard Tom say "you sure Renee?" The squishing sounds of her cunt being filled reverberated in the room, yet my wife did not respond except with a slow constant moan of pleasure. "Are you sure you teasing cunt!" Steve prodded her, and the sounds became more rapid along with more pronounced gasps from my wife. I found that I did not want to stop it, but it was frustrating not to be able to see my wife being used, the emotions confused me yet I found that I was rubbing my cock through my pants for a second time this evening. A slight popping sound could be heard, and the abrupt end to the sounds of my wife's cunt being probed was joined with a disappointing moan that loudly filled the room. Steve's intimidating voice filled the room, "Do you want us to leave Cunt?" he asked. "But my husband...." Renee started to respond when she was cut off by Tom, "You wanted your revenge and we are offering you the whole damn menu, tell us what you want or we are leaving now" With a timid voice Renee said, "please continue." Steve's laughter filled the room now, "I said tell us what you want us to do to you Cunt!" then for a brief while there was silence. "God, please don't do this to me, I have never even cheated on him" Renee said. "Lets get the fuck out of here Tom" Steve bellowed, "I always knew that she was just a teasing cunt, no wonder her husband left tonight" I heard movement in the room and I figured that the men were preparing to leave, I felt both relief and disappointment at this outcome, and slid quietly up just another two steps to peek over the edge of the stairs to watch them leave. Then I heard my wife timidly beg them to stay, they turned and looked at her and I watched as Steve repeated his earlier request as he unbutton the top two buttons of his dress shirt, "Then tell us what you want us to do to you Cunt." Renee was looking at the floor as she whispered, and Steve demanded once again before I heard Renee respond, "I want you to use me, please fuck me, I want to be used like the slut that I was tonight." My heart dropped, and I knew that either I moved to stop this now, or our lives would be changed forever, yet I continued to rub my cock through my pants as I watched as the two of them closed in on my panting wife. Quickly her dress fell away at their hands, and Tom immediately moved to plunge his fingers in my wife's cunt, Renee's head fell back as she was deeply penetrated and a loud groan escaped her lips. I was sure that the catering staff could at least partially hear the activity-taking place in our bedroom. I glanced at Steve, who with one hand was holding my petite wife, using the other he dropped his pants to reveal the cock that had so impressed my wife on the porch, and immediately I understood why. Like the rest of Steve's enormous body, his cock was wide, with a huge bulbous head, although not really exceptionally long. His cock reminded me of a fat baseball bat handle, with the large fat knob at the end. I could feel the knowing in my stomach as I looked at the instrument that was going to impale my wife if I continued to hide here in the dark, yet something dark desire held me in place. Renee had spread her legs wide to give Tom's fingers complete access to her dripping cunt, and from my vantage point it appeared that he was roughly pounding three fingers deep into her. "Hold her" Tom said as he stepped back to undress. Steve wrapped his arms around her and his fingers quickly replaced Toms, Renee's groans were almost continuous, and I watched as she reached back and took Steve's cock in her small hand. Slowly she stroked his cock, occasionally rubbing it between her ass cheeks. Then suddenly Steve pushed Renee forward, bending her over at the waist and ordered her to grab her ankles. My wife was complete lost in a state of lust, and she quickly did as she was told. Steve unceremoniously placed his broad cock at the entrance of her cunt. "Beg for it Bitch." he said, but Renee in her corset, hose and heels just silently held her position. I watched as Steve raised his hand and delivered a searing open handed slap to her ass. Renee actually cried out in pleasure at this rough treatment, but she remained silent, again and again Steve's spanks landed on my wife's well round ass until finally she broke and begged him to fuck her. I glanced over at Tom who was stroking at least eleven inches of thick cock in front of my wife's closed mouth. As Steve started to slowly push his "coke can" cock into my petite wife's cunt, her mouth opened emitting a guttural groan that was quickly muffled as Tom pushed his cock head between her open lips. I watched as my wife was now buffeted between the two poles that filled her, the familiar moans of a pending orgasm started to escape from around Tom's turgid flesh. As Steve tried to get all of his thick cock into her cunt, his thrusts were met with painful gasps from my wife's smeared red lips I sat stoking my own cock through my pants, trying desperately to understand why this obscene use of my wife was so arousing to me. She really likes it rough Tom spat to his friend who was now pounding his monster cock into my wife's cruelly splayed cunt, Renee would occasionally choke as Tom had almost all of his long cock lodged deep in her throat. Then came the unmistakable moans of immense pleasure, and the three of us watched as my wife quivered with her first intense orgasm. Tom and Steve took this moment to quickly switch positions, carefully supporting her sweat covered and quivering body as they moved. Tom slowly started to work his long cock into my wife's cunt and I heard her cry out, "Gawd" as he pushed the final three inches against, or maybe even into her cervix. At the same time Steve worked his cock against her lips, as Renee struggle to get the huge head into her willing mouth. My wife was being abused with two huge cocks, and her loving husband sat just a few feet away watching her debauchery, worse of all I had taken out my own seven inches and was stroking it for all that I was worth. Soon my grunting wife cried out in a second orgasm almost collapsing on the floor between them. Steve picked up my wife and carried her to the bed out of my sight, then the light was turned on that sat next to the bed, which filled the room and the top of the staircase with light. Quickly I slipped down one or two steps so that I would not be discovered. Afraid to move, I sat on the steps for the next two hours and listened as these two men used my wife, eventually my hand was dripping with my own cum. Renee was now begging loudly to be used by them, and I listened to the depraved play by play as they took their turns with her. I was afraid to move up top of the stair with the light now filling the room, so my mind struggled to recreate the scene of what was happening to my wife on our marital bed. The smell of sex, the vicious slapping of flesh against flesh, the cries of orgasm tortured me and thrilled me, my second orgasm came as I heard them arrange to double penetrate my wife's asshole and cunt at the same time. First she pleaded with them to stop, but then as Tom pressed his long cock deep into her asshole my wife gave over to the pleasure that was washing over her. Finally I was reprieved as sunlight started to slip through the windows, I heard the rustling of clothing as her two spent studs prepared to leave; quietly I slipped down the stairs and back into my office until I heard the front door close. The pain of my wife's infidelity was stifling, yet the arousal that I had felt, and my participation in her debauchery could not be denied. Slowly I made my way up the steps to our bedroom, not sure what I was going to say or do. I looked down at my used wife, she was covered with cum, hand marks graced her ass, thighs and breasts from where Steve had slapped her, bite marks covered her neck and chest, one torn stocking remained in place at her upper thigh, the other was wrapped around her left foot, it's length dangling from the bed to the floor. Her head rested on the crumpled corset that I had bought her for our special valentines dinner, and my cock throbbed to life once again. As I rolled her onto her back, she looked up through half closed eyes, then awoke with a start. At first she tried to pull away, absolutely shocked to have me see her in this state, yet as my hard cock pushed into her warm cum filled cunt she wrapped her legs and arms around me and we fucked with abandon until I collapsed in exhaustion beside her. Drifting off next to her, the troubling thought of how beautiful I found her at this moment carried me into my dreams. This all happened just a little over a month ago, Renee and I have struggled to understand what happened and why we both found it so incredibly arousing. After weeks of discussion, and passionate sex fueled by the memories of that night we came to a painful, yet oddly arousing decision. Tonight, Tom and Steve are coming over for a private party that my wife and I have arranged, already I feel the gnawing in my stomach and the throbbing in my cock, neither of us are sure where this all leads, but there is a sexual need that now demands to be sated for both of us.

Its Yor Wife with me...at the christmas Party ....Enjoy it cuck WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: xmas17.txt (M+/F, MM, wife, hum, cuck) Authors name: Subone ([email protected]) Story title : Christmas Party, The -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2001. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Christmas Party (M+/F, MM, wife, hum, cuck) by Subone ([email protected]) *** My name is Jim Miller and my wife's name is Sherry. We are both in our early 40s and in good shape. My wife in particular is very attractive. Like my most men who read (and write) this type of story, I have been trying to talk my wife into having sex with another man for quite some time. And, like most of those men, my wife has consistently turned me down. She always has some excuse why we shouldn't do this. All that changed however with one simple phone call. It was Christmas time, the last work day before my company shut down for the holidays to be exact. The annual Christmas party was being held this afternoon after work. I had always attended the company Christmas party over the years, more to keep up the appearance of being a "team player" than anything else. However, the company always put on a good spread and there was an open bar, so it wasn't a total obligation. My wife had never accompanied me to this party, or any other company event for that matter. It wasn't that she was anti-social or anything, it was just that we lived pretty far away from my work. My daily commute is just under an hour. As a result, not only had she never been to a company event, she had never even visited my office. The people in my office new her by name because she called me almost daily at work. Additionally, I have pictures of her (and our children) in my office, so my colleagues know what she looks like for the most part. As I did every year, I invited her to join me nonetheless at the Christmas party. I felt very certain she would not come, but invited her as a courtesy anyway. "Babe, the office Christmas party is after work Friday night" I said over breakfast earlier in the week. "Care to join me this year?" "Sweetie, you know that's such a pain, going all the way over there. I think I'll pass again this year" she told me. "Besides, I can't decide what to get you for Christmas, so I've got to do some more shopping" she added. And so it went, until Friday afternoon just before quitting time. As I was getting ready to close up and head for the party, my office phone rang. "Hi Honey, it's me," my wife said. "Does your offer still stand about going to the Christmas party?" she asked. "Sure does, what changed your mind?" I asked. "Oh nothing," she said coyly. "Well, whatever the reason, it will be fun to have someone to go with this year," I said. Then she dropped her bomb. "I didn't say I was going with you," she said matter-of-factly. Before I could respond she said, "I'm bringing your Christmas present to the party. He's very cute and he's my date. If you're lucky, maybe you can go out with us after the party." I was speechless, and she knew it. We said our goodbyes and she hung up. My head was spinning! God I wanted this so badly, but at my office party? Would everyone know she was my wife and obviously they're with another guy? Maybe I'd get lucky and no one would recognize her from the pictures in my office. After all, she had recently gotten a new haircut. She knows I really get off on being humiliated, but this might be a bit much even for me! The party was held in a hotel banquet room downtown. I left work and drove over there, the butterflies churning in my stomach. The party was just gearing up when I got there. I immediately headed for the bar in the corner of the room and got a beer to calm my nerves. The company expected about 100 people at the party, and most of them were already here it seemed. After another beer I began to relax. The Christmas music was nice and the food was good, besides, after today I had a whole week off for the holidays! My boss walked up to me and started chatting. "Hey Jim, wife not coming again this year?" he asked. "She said she might show up, not sure though," I replied. "She's a cute little thing," he continued. "I was looking at her picture in your office just the other day." "Thanks" I replied - thinking to myself that this was all I needed! About that time, my secretary walked up and said to both of us, "Who's the looker who just walked in?" I turned and saw my wife entering the room, saying hello to everyone like they were long lost friends! She was wearing a black pleated mini skirt, sheer black nylons and 4" black patent leather pumps. All favorites of mine, and she knew it! Her blouse was a very sheer dark green and under that she was wearing a red lace camisole! I had never seen those before. Her short sexy haircut looked great and her makeup was heavier than normal, but not overdone. She had however, put on extra lipstick and really darkened her eyebrows, both touches that drive me wild. She was causing quite a stir as she floated from group to group. What shocked me the most however, was not her appearance, but her date! She had a good looking, very sophisticated man on her arm. He was dressed in a blue silk suit and a pinstripe shirt. He looked like a banker or a Wall Street stockbroker. Whatever he did, he was obviously very successful at it! Before I could respond to my secretary, she continued, "That guy she's with is so good looking! I wonder if they're married?" My boss and I stared at the great looking couple, ignoring my secretary's comments. Just then, the guy who has the office next to mine walked up and said, "Hey Jim, isn't that your wife over there?" I felt my boss and my secretary turn and look at me. The pause in the conversation seemed to last for a solid minute. "Uh, yea, sure is" I said. My boss immediately chimed in and said, "Who's the guy she's with?" "Not sure, must be someone she works with," I said. "They sure seem awfully chummy!" my secretary said giggling. We all looked over at them as my wife's date was patting her butt with one hand and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Before I could make my way over there, my wife and her date headed straight for where we were standing! "Here it comes!" I thought to myself, "major humiliation time!" "Hi, I'm Sherry Miller, Jim's wife," my wife said, extending her hand to my boss. "Nice to finally meet you Sherry," my boss replied. "This is my date, Lance," she said to the group as she introduced her good looking companion. Introductions were made all around. When she came to me and said "Lance, this is my husband, Jim." Lance and I shook hands. He looked me right in the eye and smirked. "Nice to meet you Jim, I've heard a lot about you," he said. I could feel my boss, secretary, wife, and friend staring at me as Lance and I exchanged pleasantries. Still feeling somewhat bold at this point, I curtly replied, "I haven't heard anything about you." Like the successful businessman he obviously was, Lance went right for the throat. "That's odd," he said, pausing for effect; "I've been dating your wife for over three months now." My mouth fell open and I got very quiet. You could hear a pin drop in our little group. Lance wasn't quite done with me yet however. Like a shark going for blood he continued, "I know so much about you that I can even tell you what color sheets you have on your bed right now. Shall I?" he asked confidently. I hoped the bastard was bluffing, but I couldn't take the chance of further embarrassment. I meekly shook my head "No." During this little transaction, my wife just stood there, arm in arm with Lance, smiling at me. About this time, my secretary, obviously feeling very uneasy, excused herself from our group. My boss tried to change the subject. "Sherry, that's a nice blouse you're wearing; very seasonal with the green and red combination." My wife wasn't done humiliating me yet. "Thanks," she replied, "Lance gave it to me for our three month anniversary." After another uncomfortable lull in the conversation, my boss and friend excused themselves. That left me standing there in the middle of my company Christmas party with my wife and her date. I looked around and noticed several people looking in our direction and giggling, particularly my secretary! Lance then handed me his empty glass and said in a belittling tone, "Be a good boy and get me another drink, will you Jimmy?" I took his glass and dutifully headed off toward the bar to get his refill, hoping my subservience would avoid any further scene these two might be contemplating. My wife and Lance continued to mingle with my friends and co-workers. Sherry made a point of introducing herself to everyone as "Mrs. Miller", making sure everyone knew we were still married and not divorced or separated. I returned with Lance's drink and then tried to keep a low profile for the rest of the party. Sherry and Lance, on the other hand, seemed to be the life of the party. Lance was telling joke after joke as several of my friends crowded around him. I watched them from across the room and somehow had the feeling that this night had only just begun! After a couple of hours the party began to wind down, people were starting to leave in a fairly steady stream. Lance seized the moment however and announced that everyone was invited to the hotel bar next door. He said that there was a great jazz band playing we could all dance to and keep the party going. He also announced that the first round of drinks was on him. That was all it took to convince about fifteen of my co-workers to head next door and keep partying. As Lance and my wife were heading for the door, they made a point of walking past me. "See you over there" Sherry said to me. It was a command, not a request. I finished my third beer and reluctantly followed the crowd to the hotel bar next door. When I got there, the group from my office had pushed 2-3 tables together so everyone could be near one another. Sherry had saved a seat for me directly across the table from her and Lance. Apparently she wanted me to have a front row seat to her flirting and cavorting with her boyfriend. For the next hour and a half, I watched Lance and Sherry get more and more overt in their touching and kissing. They were getting down right intimate right there in public. God I was getting horny just watching them! As they slow danced for the third or fourth time, Lance openly groped my wife right there on the dance floor. Returning to the table, they french kissed and hugged before sitting back down. My office friends had long since stopped making comments to me about this awkward situation. They knew I was totally embarrassed and humiliated. They also knew that I was totally powerless to stop it. Besides, they had all taken a liking to Lance. After another 30 minutes it was only the three of us left. All my fellow office workers had departed for suburbia to start their holidays. Lance and my wife were still carrying on like horny high school students. I guess I was getting tipsy after drinking all afternoon and into the night, my powers of observation weren't as sharp as they normally are. I looked across the table and noticed my wife had removed her red camisole at some point during the evening! Her gorgeous tits were now clearly visible under her sheer green blouse, even the subdued lighting of the bar didn't do much to conceal them! "Where did your camisole go?" I asked when the band finally took a break. "I was getting hot, so I left it in the room when I went to the bathroom," she replied. "What room?" I asked. She and Lance looked at one another and laughed again. "Lance got us a room for the night upstairs," she said; "I was sure you wouldn't mind." "In fact," Lance chimed in, "we were just getting ready to go upstairs for a little while." "Lance is going to fuck me Honey," my wife said very casually. "Wanna watch?" she asked. WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: xmas17.txt (M+/F, MM, wife, hum, cuck) Authors name: Subone ([email protected]) Story title : Christmas Party, The -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2001. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Christmas Party (M+/F, MM, wife, hum, cuck) by Subone ([email protected]) *** My name is Jim Miller and my wife's name is Sherry. We are both in our early 40s and in good shape. My wife in particular is very attractive. Like my most men who read (and write) this type of story, I have been trying to talk my wife into having sex with another man for quite some time. And, like most of those men, my wife has consistently turned me down. She always has some excuse why we shouldn't do this. All that changed however with one simple phone call. It was Christmas time, the last work day before my company shut down for the holidays to be exact. The annual Christmas party was being held this afternoon after work. I had always attended the company Christmas party over the years, more to keep up the appearance of being a "team player" than anything else. However, the company always put on a good spread and there was an open bar, so it wasn't a total obligation. My wife had never accompanied me to this party, or any other company event for that matter. It wasn't that she was anti-social or anything, it was just that we lived pretty far away from my work. My daily commute is just under an hour. As a result, not only had she never been to a company event, she had never even visited my office. The people in my office new her by name because she called me almost daily at work. Additionally, I have pictures of her (and our children) in my office, so my colleagues know what she looks like for the most part. As I did every year, I invited her to join me nonetheless at the Christmas party. I felt very certain she would not come, but invited her as a courtesy anyway. "Babe, the office Christmas party is after work Friday night" I said over breakfast earlier in the week. "Care to join me this year?" "Sweetie, you know that's such a pain, going all the way over there. I think I'll pass again this year" she told me. "Besides, I can't decide what to get you for Christmas, so I've got to do some more shopping" she added. And so it went, until Friday afternoon just before quitting time. As I was getting ready to close up and head for the party, my office phone rang. "Hi Honey, it's me," my wife said. "Does your offer still stand about going to the Christmas party?" she asked. "Sure does, what changed your mind?" I asked. "Oh nothing," she said coyly. "Well, whatever the reason, it will be fun to have someone to go with this year," I said. Then she dropped her bomb. "I didn't say I was going with you," she said matter-of-factly. Before I could respond she said, "I'm bringing your Christmas present to the party. He's very cute and he's my date. If you're lucky, maybe you can go out with us after the party." I was speechless, and she knew it. We said our goodbyes and she hung up. My head was spinning! God I wanted this so badly, but at my office party? Would everyone know she was my wife and obviously they're with another guy? Maybe I'd get lucky and no one would recognize her from the pictures in my office. After all, she had recently gotten a new haircut. She knows I really get off on being humiliated, but this might be a bit much even for me! The party was held in a hotel banquet room downtown. I left work and drove over there, the butterflies churning in my stomach. The party was just gearing up when I got there. I immediately headed for the bar in the corner of the room and got a beer to calm my nerves. The company expected about 100 people at the party, and most of them were already here it seemed. After another beer I began to relax. The Christmas music was nice and the food was good, besides, after today I had a whole week off for the holidays! My boss walked up to me and started chatting. "Hey Jim, wife not coming again this year?" he asked. "She said she might show up, not sure though," I replied. "She's a cute little thing," he continued. "I was looking at her picture in your office just the other day." "Thanks" I replied - thinking to myself that this was all I needed! About that time, my secretary walked up and said to both of us, "Who's the looker who just walked in?" I turned and saw my wife entering the room, saying hello to everyone like they were long lost friends! She was wearing a black pleated mini skirt, sheer black nylons and 4" black patent leather pumps. All favorites of mine, and she knew it! Her blouse was a very sheer dark green and under that she was wearing a red lace camisole! I had never seen those before. Her short sexy haircut looked great and her makeup was heavier than normal, but not overdone. She had however, put on extra lipstick and really darkened her eyebrows, both touches that drive me wild. She was causing quite a stir as she floated from group to group. What shocked me the most however, was not her appearance, but her date! She had a good looking, very sophisticated man on her arm. He was dressed in a blue silk suit and a pinstripe shirt. He looked like a banker or a Wall Street stockbroker. Whatever he did, he was obviously very successful at it! Before I could respond to my secretary, she continued, "That guy she's with is so good looking! I wonder if they're married?" My boss and I stared at the great looking couple, ignoring my secretary's comments. Just then, the guy who has the office next to mine walked up and said, "Hey Jim, isn't that your wife over there?" I felt my boss and my secretary turn and look at me. The pause in the conversation seemed to last for a solid minute. "Uh, yea, sure is" I said. My boss immediately chimed in and said, "Who's the guy she's with?" "Not sure, must be someone she works with," I said. "They sure seem awfully chummy!" my secretary said giggling. We all looked over at them as my wife's date was patting her butt with one hand and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Before I could make my way over there, my wife and her date headed straight for where we were standing! "Here it comes!" I thought to myself, "major humiliation time!" "Hi, I'm Sherry Miller, Jim's wife," my wife said, extending her hand to my boss. "Nice to finally meet you Sherry," my boss replied. "This is my date, Lance," she said to the group as she introduced her good looking companion. Introductions were made all around. When she came to me and said "Lance, this is my husband, Jim." Lance and I shook hands. He looked me right in the eye and smirked. "Nice to meet you Jim, I've heard a lot about you," he said. I could feel my boss, secretary, wife, and friend staring at me as Lance and I exchanged pleasantries. Still feeling somewhat bold at this point, I curtly replied, "I haven't heard anything about you." Like the successful businessman he obviously was, Lance went right for the throat. "That's odd," he said, pausing for effect; "I've been dating your wife for over three months now." My mouth fell open and I got very quiet. You could hear a pin drop in our little group. Lance wasn't quite done with me yet however. Like a shark going for blood he continued, "I know so much about you that I can even tell you what color sheets you have on your bed right now. Shall I?" he asked confidently. I hoped the bastard was bluffing, but I couldn't take the chance of further embarrassment. I meekly shook my head "No." During this little transaction, my wife just stood there, arm in arm with Lance, smiling at me. About this time, my secretary, obviously feeling very uneasy, excused herself from our group. My boss tried to change the subject. "Sherry, that's a nice blouse you're wearing; very seasonal with the green and red combination." My wife wasn't done humiliating me yet. "Thanks," she replied, "Lance gave it to me for our three month anniversary." After another uncomfortable lull in the conversation, my boss and friend excused themselves. That left me standing there in the middle of my company Christmas party with my wife and her date. I looked around and noticed several people looking in our direction and giggling, particularly my secretary! Lance then handed me his empty glass and said in a belittling tone, "Be a good boy and get me another drink, will you Jimmy?" I took his glass and dutifully headed off toward the bar to get his refill, hoping my subservience would avoid any further scene these two might be contemplating. My wife and Lance continued to mingle with my friends and co-workers. Sherry made a point of introducing herself to everyone as "Mrs. Miller", making sure everyone knew we were still married and not divorced or separated. I returned with Lance's drink and then tried to keep a low profile for the rest of the party. Sherry and Lance, on the other hand, seemed to be the life of the party. Lance was telling joke after joke as several of my friends crowded around him. I watched them from across the room and somehow had the feeling that this night had only just begun! After a couple of hours the party began to wind down, people were starting to leave in a fairly steady stream. Lance seized the moment however and announced that everyone was invited to the hotel bar next door. He said that there was a great jazz band playing we could all dance to and keep the party going. He also announced that the first round of drinks was on him. That was all it took to convince about fifteen of my co-workers to head next door and keep partying. As Lance and my wife were heading for the door, they made a point of walking past me. "See you over there" Sherry said to me. It was a command, not a request. I finished my third beer and reluctantly followed the crowd to the hotel bar next door. When I got there, the group from my office had pushed 2-3 tables together so everyone could be near one another. Sherry had saved a seat for me directly across the table from her and Lance. Apparently she wanted me to have a front row seat to her flirting and cavorting with her boyfriend. For the next hour and a half, I watched Lance and Sherry get more and more overt in their touching and kissing. They were getting down right intimate right there in public. God I was getting horny just watching them! As they slow danced for the third or fourth time, Lance openly groped my wife right there on the dance floor. Returning to the table, they french kissed and hugged before sitting back down. My office friends had long since stopped making comments to me about this awkward situation. They knew I was totally embarrassed and humiliated. They also knew that I was totally powerless to stop it. Besides, they had all taken a liking to Lance. After another 30 minutes it was only the three of us left. All my fellow office workers had departed for suburbia to start their holidays. Lance and my wife were still carrying on like horny high school students. I guess I was getting tipsy after drinking all afternoon and into the night, my powers of observation weren't as sharp as they normally are. I looked across the table and noticed my wife had removed her red camisole at some point during the evening! Her gorgeous tits were now clearly visible under her sheer green blouse, even the subdued lighting of the bar didn't do much to conceal them! "Where did your camisole go?" I asked when the band finally took a break. "I was getting hot, so I left it in the room when I went to the bathroom," she replied. "What room?" I asked. She and Lance looked at one another and laughed again. "Lance got us a room for the night upstairs," she said; "I was sure you wouldn't mind." "In fact," Lance chimed in, "we were just getting ready to go upstairs for a little while." "Lance is going to fuck me Honey," my wife said very casually. "Wanna watch?" she asked. WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: xmas17.txt (M+/F, MM, wife, hum, cuck) Authors name: Subone ([email protected]) Story title : Christmas Party, The -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2001. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Christmas Party (M+/F, MM, wife, hum, cuck) by Subone ([email protected]) *** My name is Jim Miller and my wife's name is Sherry. We are both in our early 40s and in good shape. My wife in particular is very attractive. Like my most men who read (and write) this type of story, I have been trying to talk my wife into having sex with another man for quite some time. And, like most of those men, my wife has consistently turned me down. She always has some excuse why we shouldn't do this. All that changed however with one simple phone call. It was Christmas time, the last work day before my company shut down for the holidays to be exact. The annual Christmas party was being held this afternoon after work. I had always attended the company Christmas party over the years, more to keep up the appearance of being a "team player" than anything else. However, the company always put on a good spread and there was an open bar, so it wasn't a total obligation. My wife had never accompanied me to this party, or any other company event for that matter. It wasn't that she was anti-social or anything, it was just that we lived pretty far away from my work. My daily commute is just under an hour. As a result, not only had she never been to a company event, she had never even visited my office. The people in my office new her by name because she called me almost daily at work. Additionally, I have pictures of her (and our children) in my office, so my colleagues know what she looks like for the most part. As I did every year, I invited her to join me nonetheless at the Christmas party. I felt very certain she would not come, but invited her as a courtesy anyway. "Babe, the office Christmas party is after work Friday night" I said over breakfast earlier in the week. "Care to join me this year?" "Sweetie, you know that's such a pain, going all the way over there. I think I'll pass again this year" she told me. "Besides, I can't decide what to get you for Christmas, so I've got to do some more shopping" she added. And so it went, until Friday afternoon just before quitting time. As I was getting ready to close up and head for the party, my office phone rang. "Hi Honey, it's me," my wife said. "Does your offer still stand about going to the Christmas party?" she asked. "Sure does, what changed your mind?" I asked. "Oh nothing," she said coyly. "Well, whatever the reason, it will be fun to have someone to go with this year," I said. Then she dropped her bomb. "I didn't say I was going with you," she said matter-of-factly. Before I could respond she said, "I'm bringing your Christmas present to the party. He's very cute and he's my date. If you're lucky, maybe you can go out with us after the party." I was speechless, and she knew it. We said our goodbyes and she hung up. My head was spinning! God I wanted this so badly, but at my office party? Would everyone know she was my wife and obviously they're with another guy? Maybe I'd get lucky and no one would recognize her from the pictures in my office. After all, she had recently gotten a new haircut. She knows I really get off on being humiliated, but this might be a bit much even for me! The party was held in a hotel banquet room downtown. I left work and drove over there, the butterflies churning in my stomach. The party was just gearing up when I got there. I immediately headed for the bar in the corner of the room and got a beer to calm my nerves. The company expected about 100 people at the party, and most of them were already here it seemed. After another beer I began to relax. The Christmas music was nice and the food was good, besides, after today I had a whole week off for the holidays! My boss walked up to me and started chatting. "Hey Jim, wife not coming again this year?" he asked. "She said she might show up, not sure though," I replied. "She's a cute little thing," he continued. "I was looking at her picture in your office just the other day." "Thanks" I replied - thinking to myself that this was all I needed! About that time, my secretary walked up and said to both of us, "Who's the looker who just walked in?" I turned and saw my wife entering the room, saying hello to everyone like they were long lost friends! She was wearing a black pleated mini skirt, sheer black nylons and 4" black patent leather pumps. All favorites of mine, and she knew it! Her blouse was a very sheer dark green and under that she was wearing a red lace camisole! I had never seen those before. Her short sexy haircut looked great and her makeup was heavier than normal, but not overdone. She had however, put on extra lipstick and really darkened her eyebrows, both touches that drive me wild. She was causing quite a stir as she floated from group to group. What shocked me the most however, was not her appearance, but her date! She had a good looking, very sophisticated man on her arm. He was dressed in a blue silk suit and a pinstripe shirt. He looked like a banker or a Wall Street stockbroker. Whatever he did, he was obviously very successful at it! Before I could respond to my secretary, she continued, "That guy she's with is so good looking! I wonder if they're married?" My boss and I stared at the great looking couple, ignoring my secretary's comments. Just then, the guy who has the office next to mine walked up and said, "Hey Jim, isn't that your wife over there?" I felt my boss and my secretary turn and look at me. The pause in the conversation seemed to last for a solid minute. "Uh, yea, sure is" I said. My boss immediately chimed in and said, "Who's the guy she's with?" "Not sure, must be someone she works with," I said. "They sure seem awfully chummy!" my secretary said giggling. We all looked over at them as my wife's date was patting her butt with one hand and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Before I could make my way over there, my wife and her date headed straight for where we were standing! "Here it comes!" I thought to myself, "major humiliation time!" "Hi, I'm Sherry Miller, Jim's wife," my wife said, extending her hand to my boss. "Nice to finally meet you Sherry," my boss replied. "This is my date, Lance," she said to the group as she introduced her good looking companion. Introductions were made all around. When she came to me and said "Lance, this is my husband, Jim." Lance and I shook hands. He looked me right in the eye and smirked. "Nice to meet you Jim, I've heard a lot about you," he said. I could feel my boss, secretary, wife, and friend staring at me as Lance and I exchanged pleasantries. Still feeling somewhat bold at this point, I curtly replied, "I haven't heard anything about you." Like the successful businessman he obviously was, Lance went right for the throat. "That's odd," he said, pausing for effect; "I've been dating your wife for over three months now." My mouth fell open and I got very quiet. You could hear a pin drop in our little group. Lance wasn't quite done with me yet however. Like a shark going for blood he continued, "I know so much about you that I can even tell you what color sheets you have on your bed right now. Shall I?" he asked confidently. I hoped the bastard was bluffing, but I couldn't take the chance of further embarrassment. I meekly shook my head "No." During this little transaction, my wife just stood there, arm in arm with Lance, smiling at me. About this time, my secretary, obviously feeling very uneasy, excused herself from our group. My boss tried to change the subject. "Sherry, that's a nice blouse you're wearing; very seasonal with the green and red combination." My wife wasn't done humiliating me yet. "Thanks," she replied, "Lance gave it to me for our three month anniversary." After another uncomfortable lull in the conversation, my boss and friend excused themselves. That left me standing there in the middle of my company Christmas party with my wife and her date. I looked around and noticed several people looking in our direction and giggling, particularly my secretary! Lance then handed me his empty glass and said in a belittling tone, "Be a good boy and get me another drink, will you Jimmy?" I took his glass and dutifully headed off toward the bar to get his refill, hoping my subservience would avoid any further scene these two might be contemplating. My wife and Lance continued to mingle with my friends and co-workers. Sherry made a point of introducing herself to everyone as "Mrs. Miller", making sure everyone knew we were still married and not divorced or separated. I returned with Lance's drink and then tried to keep a low profile for the rest of the party. Sherry and Lance, on the other hand, seemed to be the life of the party. Lance was telling joke after joke as several of my friends crowded around him. I watched them from across the room and somehow had the feeling that this night had only just begun! After a couple of hours the party began to wind down, people were starting to leave in a fairly steady stream. Lance seized the moment however and announced that everyone was invited to the hotel bar next door. He said that there was a great jazz band playing we could all dance to and keep the party going. He also announced that the first round of drinks was on him. That was all it took to convince about fifteen of my co-workers to head next door and keep partying. As Lance and my wife were heading for the door, they made a point of walking past me. "See you over there" Sherry said to me. It was a command, not a request. I finished my third beer and reluctantly followed the crowd to the hotel bar next door. When I got there, the group from my office had pushed 2-3 tables together so everyone could be near one another. Sherry had saved a seat for me directly across the table from her and Lance. Apparently she wanted me to have a front row seat to her flirting and cavorting with her boyfriend. For the next hour and a half, I watched Lance and Sherry get more and more overt in their touching and kissing. They were getting down right intimate right there in public. God I was getting horny just watching them! As they slow danced for the third or fourth time, Lance openly groped my wife right there on the dance floor. Returning to the table, they french kissed and hugged before sitting back down. My office friends had long since stopped making comments to me about this awkward situation. They knew I was totally embarrassed and humiliated. They also knew that I was totally powerless to stop it. Besides, they had all taken a liking to Lance. After another 30 minutes it was only the three of us left. All my fellow office workers had departed for suburbia to start their holidays. Lance and my wife were still carrying on like horny high school students. I guess I was getting tipsy after drinking all afternoon and into the night, my powers of observation weren't as sharp as they normally are. I looked across the table and noticed my wife had removed her red camisole at some point during the evening! Her gorgeous tits were now clearly visible under her sheer green blouse, even the subdued lighting of the bar didn't do much to conceal them! "Where did your camisole go?" I asked when the band finally took a break. "I was getting hot, so I left it in the room when I went to the bathroom," she replied. "What room?" I asked. She and Lance looked at one another and laughed again. "Lance got us a room for the night upstairs," she said; "I was sure you wouldn't mind." "In fact," Lance chimed in, "we were just getting ready to go upstairs for a little while." "Lance is going to fuck me Honey," my wife said very casually. "Wanna watch?" she asked. Before I could reply she said mockingly "Just kidding! You stay here and save the table. We'll be back in about 30 minutes." They got up and headed for the elevator, leaving me with a hard on and my beer. I watched her tits jiggle under her sheer blouse as she walked away. I sat there listening to the band and guarding their table while they fucked upstairs. I was sitting there daydreaming, imagining Lance between my wife's beautiful legs, fucking her silly while she moaned in ecstasy. Suddenly, there was a slap on my back and I hear my boss' booming voice, "Hey Jim, where did everyone go?" "Hey Boss!" I said, "They all pretty much headed for home." "Even that cute little wife of yours and her date?" he continued. "Well, actually, she and Lance haven't left exactly," I said. He looked out onto the dance floor, thinking they were out there. "What are you doing back here?" I asked. He ignored my question and appeared very pre-occupied, something was definitely on his mind. "If they haven't left, where are they?" he demanded. "Room 720, upstairs," I replied sheepishly. Our eyes met, he grinned widely as he caught my meaning. Without a word he stood up and headed for the elevator. I now knew why he had come back. My fat, balding boss was going to try and fuck my wife just like Lance was doing this very minute! Another 20 minutes passed and Lance returned to the table. His suit jacket and tie were missing, but he still looked impressive. "God, I love fucking that woman!" he said as he sat down. "Your wife is the horniest slut I have met in a long time," he continued. He proceeded to tell me how he and Sherry had just finished fucking when my boss knocked on the door. Since Lance had just cum twice, once in her cunt and once on her face, he was temporarily spent. Sherry however, was still ready for some action. "She thought about sending me down here to get you," he said, "but decided that your little dick wouldn't do the trick!" He laughed at his little rhyme. "That's when your boss rapped on the door," Lance continued. "Nice timing," I murmured sarcastically. Lance continued to recount what had just transpired in room 720. As he was getting dressed, my boss was stripping off his clothes as fast as he could. Sherry was laying on her back on the bed, she was wearing only her black nylons, garter belt, and high heel pumps. Lance's cum was still splattered on her face and oozed from her cunt. My boss, after getting completely undressed, sat in a chair across the room. He beckoned Sherry over to him. "Sherry crawled off the bed and over to your boss on her hands and knees" Lance said to me. "As I left the room she was stuffing his fat cock in her mouth, slurping away like a slut!" he chuckled. Lance continued to taunt me by telling me how my boss was upstairs fucking my wife "this very minute." "Oh," he said, "I almost forgot. Sherry wants you to get her overnight bag out of my car and bring it up to the room." He handed me the key to his Mercedes. "It's on the third level in the parking garage. Seems she has a run in her nylon stockings and needs a new pair from her bag" he said. "Here's a room key as well," he concluded. I took the keys and headed off to find his car. I retrieved my wife's bag from her lover's car and brought it up to room 720. I paused outside the door in the hallway. I could hear my boss grunting and my wife moaning. Using the key, I gently opened the door and stepped inside. The area near the door was dark, so they didn't notice I had come into the room. Besides, they were too consumed in their fucking to notice anything besides one another! Sherry was standing, facing the wall on the far side of the bed. Her legs were spread wide and her hands and face were pressed against the wall. My boss was behind her, his dick buried to the hilt in her cunt. He was reaching around my wife and squeezing both her tits as he fucked her. He was giving her a vicious fucking. "Stop! Stop! I can't take it anymore! Ughh," my wife was yelling. "Shut up bitch, you fuckin' tease!" my boss shouted back at her. He was slamming her into the wall with every thrust. "Oh God, I'm cumming again!" he shouted, "That's the third fuckin' time you whore! You're starting to wear me out!" As I watched, mesmerized by the sight, my wife's knees finally buckled as her orgasm swept over her. My boss pulled out, wiped his dick across her ass and sat back in the chair, contented and exhausted. His fat cock was a glistening, sticky mess. Sherry fell to the floor right where she had been standing. She curled up into a fetal position and was whimpering in delight at the fucking she had just received. My boss looked over and saw me standing there, my wife's overnight bag still in my hand. "Your bitch needed a hard fucking and I just gave it to her!" he said proudly. "Come over here and check out that look of pure satisfaction on her face," he said. I put her bag on the bed and walked over to them. My cock was hard as steel and was plainly visible in my pants. I looked down at Sherry. She had cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits, and large amounts in and all around her cunt. I looked for the run in her stockings that Lance had mentioned, but did not see one. "Clean my dick off Jimmy, so I can get dressed and get out of here," my boss commanded. I was shocked he would say this to me, but started to get a washcloth from the bathroom to clean him. "I don't mean with a cloth" he said smiling. I looked over at my wife and her eyes were now open, watching and listening. I knelt down in front of my boss and took his messy cock in my mouth. "That's a good boy Jimmy, clean it up real nice for me," he said. I glanced at my wife while I still had his cock in my mouth. She smiled and watched me intently. When I was finished cleaning his cock my boss then told me to clean Sherry off as well. She rolled on her back, still on the floor against the wall. She pulled her legs up and spread them so I could get my face in between her thighs. God she was a mess! Cum was everywhere! I started lapping at her inner thighs and slowly worked toward her stretched out cunt. My boss was finished getting dressed and sat there watching me lick my wife clean. There was a knock on the door which startled me. "Keep licking, I'll get the door" my boss said. My wife had wrapped her legs around the back of my head and was pulling my face into her cummy cunt. "Room service," said a male voice as my boss opened the door. Apparently they had ordered something before I got to the room. "Just put it on the table over there" I heard my boss say. I still had my face buried in my wife's messy cunt at this point. I felt like some wild animal devouring its prey as I continued to eat her out. I picked my head up from between her thighs and looked over at the room service guy. I could feel the cum dripping from my chin and sticking to my cheeks. He stared at me but didn't say a word, nor did I. I went back to my eating. I heard my boss say to the room service guy, "You know, that cum on her face and tits is drying up. Care to add to it so Jimmy boy can have something fresh to lick up?" "You serious?" the young man said. My boss nodded and the next thing I know, this young kid is standing over my wife taking his cock out of his pants. He began stoking his cock while I continued to lap at Sherry's cunt. Sherry stared up at the kid and just licked her lips. In a matter of minutes the kid was spraying his cum down on Sherry's face and tits. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to catch as much of it as she could. It was such an erotic sight to watch his cum drop from three or four feet up and splat on her face and tits! I looked over at my boss. The whole time this was going on he was stuffing a sandwich in his fat face. When the room service guy finished cumming, he knelt down and wiped his dick off with Sherry's hair. By this time I had her cunt as clean as I was going to get it. I moved up her body to get to the fresh cum the kid had just deposited there. He watched me lick her tits off while he put his cock back in his pants. I then laid on top of her and licked her face like a kitten. Finally, I french kissed her and licked his cum out of her mouth. The room service guy thanked my boss and left. As we laid there face to face on the floor, my wife said, "Merry Christmas Baby! Hope you liked your present!" COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS WELCOME. E-MAIL ME AT [email protected]. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! Before I could reply she said mockingly "Just kidding! You stay here and save the table. We'll be back in about 30 minutes." They got up and headed for the elevator, leaving me with a hard on and my beer. I watched her tits jiggle under her sheer blouse as she walked away. I sat there listening to the band and guarding their table while they fucked upstairs. I was sitting there daydreaming, imagining Lance between my wife's beautiful legs, fucking her silly while she moaned in ecstasy. Suddenly, there was a slap on my back and I hear my boss' booming voice, "Hey Jim, where did everyone go?" "Hey Boss!" I said, "They all pretty much headed for home." "Even that cute little wife of yours and her date?" he continued. "Well, actually, she and Lance haven't left exactly," I said. He looked out onto the dance floor, thinking they were out there. "What are you doing back here?" I asked. He ignored my question and appeared very pre-occupied, something was definitely on his mind. "If they haven't left, where are they?" he demanded. "Room 720, upstairs," I replied sheepishly. Our eyes met, he grinned widely as he caught my meaning. Without a word he stood up and headed for the elevator. I now knew why he had come back. My fat, balding boss was going to try and fuck my wife just like Lance was doing this very minute! Another 20 minutes passed and Lance returned to the table. His suit jacket and tie were missing, but he still looked impressive. "God, I love fucking that woman!" he said as he sat down. "Your wife is the horniest slut I have met in a long time," he continued. He proceeded to tell me how he and Sherry had just finished fucking when my boss knocked on the door. Since Lance had just cum twice, once in her cunt and once on her face, he was temporarily spent. Sherry however, was still ready for some action. "She thought about sending me down here to get you," he said, "but decided that your little dick wouldn't do the trick!" He laughed at his little rhyme. "That's when your boss rapped on the door," Lance continued. "Nice timing," I murmured sarcastically. Lance continued to recount what had just transpired in room 720. As he was getting dressed, my boss was stripping off his clothes as fast as he could. Sherry was laying on her back on the bed, she was wearing only her black nylons, garter belt, and high heel pumps. Lance's cum was still splattered on her face and oozed from her cunt. My boss, after getting completely undressed, sat in a chair across the room. He beckoned Sherry over to him. "Sherry crawled off the bed and over to your boss on her hands and knees" Lance said to me. "As I left the room she was stuffing his fat cock in her mouth, slurping away like a slut!" he chuckled. Lance continued to taunt me by telling me how my boss was upstairs fucking my wife "this very minute." "Oh," he said, "I almost forgot. Sherry wants you to get her overnight bag out of my car and bring it up to the room." He handed me the key to his Mercedes. "It's on the third level in the parking garage. Seems she has a run in her nylon stockings and needs a new pair from her bag" he said. "Here's a room key as well," he concluded. I took the keys and headed off to find his car. I retrieved my wife's bag from her lover's car and brought it up to room 720. I paused outside the door in the hallway. I could hear my boss grunting and my wife moaning. Using the key, I gently opened the door and stepped inside. The area near the door was dark, so they didn't notice I had come into the room. Besides, they were too consumed in their fucking to notice anything besides one another! Sherry was standing, facing the wall on the far side of the bed. Her legs were spread wide and her hands and face were pressed against the wall. My boss was behind her, his dick buried to the hilt in her cunt. He was reaching around my wife and squeezing both her tits as he fucked her. He was giving her a vicious fucking. "Stop! Stop! I can't take it anymore! Ughh," my wife was yelling. "Shut up bitch, you fuckin' tease!" my boss shouted back at her. He was slamming her into the wall with every thrust. "Oh God, I'm cumming again!" he shouted, "That's the third fuckin' time you whore! You're starting to wear me out!" As I watched, mesmerized by the sight, my wife's knees finally buckled as her orgasm swept over her. My boss pulled out, wiped his dick across her ass and sat back in the chair, contented and exhausted. His fat cock was a glistening, sticky mess. Sherry fell to the floor right where she had been standing. She curled up into a fetal position and was whimpering in delight at the fucking she had just received. My boss looked over and saw me standing there, my wife's overnight bag still in my hand. "Your bitch needed a hard fucking and I just gave it to her!" he said proudly. "Come over here and check out that look of pure satisfaction on her face," he said. I put her bag on the bed and walked over to them. My cock was hard as steel and was plainly visible in my pants. I looked down at Sherry. She had cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits, and large amounts in and all around her cunt. I looked for the run in her stockings that Lance had mentioned, but did not see one. "Clean my dick off Jimmy, so I can get dressed and get out of here," my boss commanded. I was shocked he would say this to me, but started to get a washcloth from the bathroom to clean him. "I don't mean with a cloth" he said smiling. I looked over at my wife and her eyes were now open, watching and listening. I knelt down in front of my boss and took his messy cock in my mouth. "That's a good boy Jimmy, clean it up real nice for me," he said. I glanced at my wife while I still had his cock in my mouth. She smiled and watched me intently. When I was finished cleaning his cock my boss then told me to clean Sherry off as well. She rolled on her back, still on the floor against the wall. She pulled her legs up and spread them so I could get my face in between her thighs. God she was a mess! Cum was everywhere! I started lapping at her inner thighs and slowly worked toward her stretched out cunt. My boss was finished getting dressed and sat there watching me lick my wife clean. There was a knock on the door which startled me. "Keep licking, I'll get the door" my boss said. My wife had wrapped her legs around the back of my head and was pulling my face into her cummy cunt. "Room service," said a male voice as my boss opened the door. Apparently they had ordered something before I got to the room. "Just put it on the table over there" I heard my boss say. I still had my face buried in my wife's messy cunt at this point. I felt like some wild animal devouring its prey as I continued to eat her out. I picked my head up from between her thighs and looked over at the room service guy. I could feel the cum dripping from my chin and sticking to my cheeks. He stared at me but didn't say a word, nor did I. I went back to my eating. I heard my boss say to the room service guy, "You know, that cum on her face and tits is drying up. Care to add to it so Jimmy boy can have something fresh to lick up?" "You serious?" the young man said. My boss nodded and the next thing I know, this young kid is standing over my wife taking his cock out of his pants. He began stoking his cock while I continued to lap at Sherry's cunt. Sherry stared up at the kid and just licked her lips. In a matter of minutes the kid was spraying his cum down on Sherry's face and tits. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to catch as much of it as she could. It was such an erotic sight to watch his cum drop from three or four feet up and splat on her face and tits! I looked over at my boss. The whole time this was going on he was stuffing a sandwich in his fat face. When the room service guy finished cumming, he knelt down and wiped his dick off with Sherry's hair. By this time I had her cunt as clean as I was going to get it. I moved up her body to get to the fresh cum the kid had just deposited there. He watched me lick her tits off while he put his cock back in his pants. I then laid on top of her and licked her face like a kitten. Finally, I french kissed her and licked his cum out of her mouth. The room service guy thanked my boss and left. As we laid there face to face on the floor, my wife said, "Merry Christmas Baby! Hope you liked your present!" COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS WELCOME. E-MAIL ME AT [email protected]. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! Before I could reply she said mockingly "Just kidding! You stay here and save the table. We'll be back in about 30 minutes." They got up and headed for the elevator, leaving me with a hard on and my beer. I watched her tits jiggle under her sheer blouse as she walked away. I sat there listening to the band and guarding their table while they fucked upstairs. I was sitting there daydreaming, imagining Lance between my wife's beautiful legs, fucking her silly while she moaned in ecstasy. Suddenly, there was a slap on my back and I hear my boss' booming voice, "Hey Jim, where did everyone go?" "Hey Boss!" I said, "They all pretty much headed for home." "Even that cute little wife of yours and her date?" he continued. "Well, actually, she and Lance haven't left exactly," I said. He looked out onto the dance floor, thinking they were out there. "What are you doing back here?" I asked. He ignored my question and appeared very pre-occupied, something was definitely on his mind. "If they haven't left, where are they?" he demanded. "Room 720, upstairs," I replied sheepishly. Our eyes met, he grinned widely as he caught my meaning. Without a word he stood up and headed for the elevator. I now knew why he had come back. My fat, balding boss was going to try and fuck my wife just like Lance was doing this very minute! Another 20 minutes passed and Lance returned to the table. His suit jacket and tie were missing, but he still looked impressive. "God, I love fucking that woman!" he said as he sat down. "Your wife is the horniest slut I have met in a long time," he continued. He proceeded to tell me how he and Sherry had just finished fucking when my boss knocked on the door. Since Lance had just cum twice, once in her cunt and once on her face, he was temporarily spent. Sherry however, was still ready for some action. "She thought about sending me down here to get you," he said, "but decided that your little dick wouldn't do the trick!" He laughed at his little rhyme. "That's when your boss rapped on the door," Lance continued. "Nice timing," I murmured sarcastically. Lance continued to recount what had just transpired in room 720. As he was getting dressed, my boss was stripping off his clothes as fast as he could. Sherry was laying on her back on the bed, she was wearing only her black nylons, garter belt, and high heel pumps. Lance's cum was still splattered on her face and oozed from her cunt. My boss, after getting completely undressed, sat in a chair across the room. He beckoned Sherry over to him. "Sherry crawled off the bed and over to your boss on her hands and knees" Lance said to me. "As I left the room she was stuffing his fat cock in her mouth, slurping away like a slut!" he chuckled. Lance continued to taunt me by telling me how my boss was upstairs fucking my wife "this very minute." "Oh," he said, "I almost forgot. Sherry wants you to get her overnight bag out of my car and bring it up to the room." He handed me the key to his Mercedes. "It's on the third level in the parking garage. Seems she has a run in her nylon stockings and needs a new pair from her bag" he said. "Here's a room key as well," he concluded. I took the keys and headed off to find his car. I retrieved my wife's bag from her lover's car and brought it up to room 720. I paused outside the door in the hallway. I could hear my boss grunting and my wife moaning. Using the key, I gently opened the door and stepped inside. The area near the door was dark, so they didn't notice I had come into the room. Besides, they were too consumed in their fucking to notice anything besides one another! Sherry was standing, facing the wall on the far side of the bed. Her legs were spread wide and her hands and face were pressed against the wall. My boss was behind her, his dick buried to the hilt in her cunt. He was reaching around my wife and squeezing both her tits as he fucked her. He was giving her a vicious fucking. "Stop! Stop! I can't take it anymore! Ughh," my wife was yelling. "Shut up bitch, you fuckin' tease!" my boss shouted back at her. He was slamming her into the wall with every thrust. "Oh God, I'm cumming again!" he shouted, "That's the third fuckin' time you whore! You're starting to wear me out!" As I watched, mesmerized by the sight, my wife's knees finally buckled as her orgasm swept over her. My boss pulled out, wiped his dick across her ass and sat back in the chair, contented and exhausted. His fat cock was a glistening, sticky mess. Sherry fell to the floor right where she had been standing. She curled up into a fetal position and was whimpering in delight at the fucking she had just received. My boss looked over and saw me standing there, my wife's overnight bag still in my hand. "Your bitch needed a hard fucking and I just gave it to her!" he said proudly. "Come over here and check out that look of pure satisfaction on her face," he said. I put her bag on the bed and walked over to them. My cock was hard as steel and was plainly visible in my pants. I looked down at Sherry. She had cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits, and large amounts in and all around her cunt. I looked for the run in her stockings that Lance had mentioned, but did not see one. "Clean my dick off Jimmy, so I can get dressed and get out of here," my boss commanded. I was shocked he would say this to me, but started to get a washcloth from the bathroom to clean him. "I don't mean with a cloth" he said smiling. I looked over at my wife and her eyes were now open, watching and listening. I knelt down in front of my boss and took his messy cock in my mouth. "That's a good boy Jimmy, clean it up real nice for me," he said. I glanced at my wife while I still had his cock in my mouth. She smiled and watched me intently. When I was finished cleaning his cock my boss then told me to clean Sherry off as well. She rolled on her back, still on the floor against the wall. She pulled her legs up and spread them so I could get my face in between her thighs. God she was a mess! Cum was everywhere! I started lapping at her inner thighs and slowly worked toward her stretched out cunt. My boss was finished getting dressed and sat there watching me lick my wife clean. There was a knock on the door which startled me. "Keep licking, I'll get the door" my boss said. My wife had wrapped her legs around the back of my head and was pulling my face into her cummy cunt. "Room service," said a male voice as my boss opened the door. Apparently they had ordered something before I got to the room. "Just put it on the table over there" I heard my boss say. I still had my face buried in my wife's messy cunt at this point. I felt like some wild animal devouring its prey as I continued to eat her out. I picked my head up from between her thighs and looked over at the room service guy. I could feel the cum dripping from my chin and sticking to my cheeks. He stared at me but didn't say a word, nor did I. I went back to my eating. I heard my boss say to the room service guy, "You know, that cum on her face and tits is drying up. Care to add to it so Jimmy boy can have something fresh to lick up?" "You serious?" the young man said. My boss nodded and the next thing I know, this young kid is standing over my wife taking his cock out of his pants. He began stoking his cock while I continued to lap at Sherry's cunt. Sherry stared up at the kid and just licked her lips. In a matter of minutes the kid was spraying his cum down on Sherry's face and tits. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to catch as much of it as she could. It was such an erotic sight to watch his cum drop from three or four feet up and splat on her face and tits! I looked over at my boss. The whole time this was going on he was stuffing a sandwich in his fat face. When the room service guy finished cumming, he knelt down and wiped his dick off with Sherry's hair. By this time I had her cunt as clean as I was going to get it. I moved up her body to get to the fresh cum the kid had just deposited there. He watched me lick her tits off while he put his cock back in his pants. I then laid on top of her and licked her face like a kitten. Finally, I french kissed her and licked his cum out of her mouth. The room service guy thanked my boss and left. As we laid there face to face on the floor, my wife said, "Merry Christmas Baby! Hope you liked your present!" COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS WELCOME. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it!

It was.....hot Christmas and very happy and exciting new tear 2017 here one new erotic story WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: partf.txt (M+/F, wife, nc) Authors name: Anonymous Author 1991 Story title : After the Party, Party -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 1997. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- AFTER THE PARTY, PARTY by Anonymous Author 1991 *** Last December my wife went to an office Christmas party. It was for employees only so I was not invited. I told my wife Linda, that I was going to a ball game. But I changed my mind and went home instead. After watching TV for a while I went to bed. About one in the morning I heard voices. I got up and started to walk out of the bedroom. I saw a man helping my wife in the front door, closely followed by two other guys. I assumed they were three of Linda's office co-workers. I backed into the dark bedroom and decided to watch and see what was going to happen. My wife took off her coat and sat down on the couch near the far wall from the bedroom. The bedroom was dark and I only had the door open a little so they could not see me. I watched my wife sit down on the couch and almost immediately one of the guys sat down beside her. The other two sat on this side of the living room. I could tell my wife had had quite a bit to drink as she was not too careful how she sat down. She had on her short red dress with the low cut neckline that I love so much. As it really shows her legs and the top of her tits. And she never wears a bra with it. When she sat down the dress rode up to almost the top of her nylons. From where I was sitting I could see the white soft skin of her thighs above the tops of her nylons. I heard Linda say, "Stop that Joe. I'm a married woman." I could see that Joe had his arm around her shoulders and was trying to kiss her. But Linda kept pulling back. Suddenly Joe pulled Linda towards him and covered her mouth with his. I could see him force his tongue into her mouth. As my wife was trying to pull away from Joe her legs came apart exposing her white panties. I could see her panties from where I was standing and I knew the two guys on this side of the room could see her pussy hair sticking out of both sides of her panty legs and the slit of my wife's pussy through the very thin material. Linda has a lot of pussy hair. As Joe was holding Linda in a tongue-probing kiss he forced his hand down the front of her dress. I could see him squeezing her tits. When Joe finally broke the kiss and let her breath, I could tell Linda was getting mad. She tried to get up, but Joe held her down. I heard her say, "OK god dammit that's enough. Now let me up." Then I saw the other two move to the floor. One on each side of Linda's legs. When she saw this she tried to close her legs. But they each pulled her knees apart until she was wide open with her dress pushed to her waist. Again Joe grabbed Linda and kissed her hard. Again pushing his tongue into her mouth. As he did he pushed Linda back against the back of the couch until she was almost stretched out with her legs almost off the edge of the couch. One of the guys on the floor reached up between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. Then he pushed his fingers into her defenseless pussy. And he began stroking his fingers in and out of her pussy. I heard Linda say, "No, no, Joe please no." I could see Joe had pulled the top of her dress off her shoulders baring both tits. But I could see her pink nipples were getting very hard as Joe began sucking on them. Then I saw Linda begin to cry as they pulled her panties off. Exposing her beautiful pussy to all of them. In spite of her pleading and crying they pulled her down onto the rug. Two of them held Linda's hands above her head making her tits stand up even higher. And they pulled her legs wide open. I saw Joe drop his pants and shorts. I heard my wife say, "No, no, no, you can't do this to me, please don't," As I saw Joe's cock sink in-to my wife's pussy. But I could see that in spite of herself, the sucking on her tits and fingering her pussy was having its effect. I could see Joe's cock went in very easy and was glistening from the juice of my wife's pussy. Joe fucked her for about ten minutes. I saw my wife squeeze her eyes closed and saw her mouth open and her breathing was very fast as it is when she reached a climax. After Joe shot 'his' load into her he pulled his cock out and I could see the cum running down the crack of Linda's ass. The second guy took Joe's place and eased his cock into her. I noticed now that they were no longer holding Linda's legs open, they just stayed that way. This guy must have had too much to drink. He fucked her for about twenty-five minutes before he shot his load into her. I saw Linda cum about three more times. The third guy was not satisfied with Linda's spread open legs. He pushed her legs up till her knees were touching her tits. That gave him a straight down shot into my wife's wide-open pussy. As he was fucking her I saw Joe put his cock against Linda's lips. She turned her head to the side to avoid it. But Joe pushed his fingers into her cheeks on both sides forcing her to open her mouth. By the time she was force to take his cock in her mouth I had already taken off my shorts and I walked into the living room and stood at Linda's feet looking down at my well-fucked wife sucking cock. Slowly she opened her eyes. Her eyes flew wide open when she saw me standing there. She started crying. She said she was sorry, she couldn't stop them. I said yes I know I saw the whole thing. Then her expression changed to anger. "Why in the hell didn't you stop them from fucking me? I told her because I enjoyed the show. I told her to remember back when I suggested I'd like to see another man fuck her. And she said that would never happen. Well it just did happen. And I can't wait till the next time. She said, "You bastard, there won't be a next time." I said, "We'll see about that," as I eased myself down on her and took my turn fucking her. She was so hot she couldn't stop me and didn't want to... END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help.

Happy 8and Exciting Christmas to all. Here we go with the 5th favorite cuckold Story.....Enjoy the horns. Sea vac September 4th, 2007 A husband gets really hot when he things about his wife being fucked by some strangers, he suggests that she find some guys and fuck with them, she is first reluctant but soon agrees… Click here to view the gallery I spent a lot of time talking my wife into fucking somebody. She never agreed. She was outraged, saying she didn’t need anybody but me, and that I satisfied her in full. But as time went by, she calmed down and didn’t remain adamant anymore. Due to my request she almost never wore panties. And once some time ago during our vac by the sea I talked her into teasing men on the beach. When going out of water she “accidentally” pulled down her bra a bit, thus, letting her nipple fall out of it at all. She pretended not to notice it for some time. I saw she liked the game. Again, I started talking about her fuck with somebody else. Her first reaction was no. Then she said she couldn’t. In a while I made her say it turned her on. Generally and theoretically, she could try. Then she began saying that stupid bullshit about her being satisfied with me, and bla-bla-bla. I kept on insisting. Ok, just as an experiment, was her reply. She made me swear that I wouldn’t break up with her after that, that I really wanted it, and that I didn’t consider her to be a broad… I swore. Her only request was that IT all happened out of our home town. So, we went to the sea. We had a theoretical plan, but what about its practical part? My wife was sexy. She was walking around the town. I followed her at a certain distance. I made a conclusion that when a man was along he only looked at her, but never started talking to her or proposing something that we expected. But when there were two, three, or even four guys, they were eager to chase her. She shied from them, even when there were only two of them. Later that day she made a row at home, saying she wanted to get through with that. That there were enough sluts in town, and nobody wanted to get it on with her. I tried to calm her down. C’mon, there are crowds of studs chasing you, I told her. Fuck two. -Are you fucking mad, – she told me, – I’m afraid to bang even with one! Next day she told me that if she didn’t find anybody that day, I would have never ever talk her into some sort of shit like that. She added she was like a whore walking around the town. Anyway, we went “hunting”. I followed her again. Suddenly she stopped by a bench. There were two guys sitting on it. My wife started talking to them. I could never think she would choose two guys! I had to go farther to watch them. I looked back. My wife was already sitting with them on that bench, talking. As much as I could judge from my observation point, they tried to persuade her in something. One of them hugged her. The other put his arm around her waist. In some ten minutes they stood up and left. I followed them. We came up to a small house and they went in. I was waiting for my wife for some four hours. Then she went out. Looking at her, I realized she really enjoyed the affair. That’s what happened inside the house, as my wife told me later. They got inside the house. The guys took out brandy, chocolate, fruits. They drank to the meeting. My wife drank fraternizing with one of them. The guy gave her a deep-drawn kiss. Four hands started feeling her up. They pinched her breasts, got under the skirt. My wife stopped then, saying, they would rumple her dress. They all got undressed. One of the guys offered her to suck his dick. My wife said she would do it later, and that if it was all they needed it wasn’t necessary to go to some far place – she could do it in the nearest backstreet. She wanted sex. They laid her on the bed. One of them started licking her puss, the other was caressing her tits, while she was jerking his cock. When she was close to cumming, she pulled the licking guy closer, and he entered her. He didn’t bang her long – he came in a minute or two. She came too. Then the other guy began ramming her. He didn’t last long either and came fast too. After having a shower they drank some more, and my wife took up the initiative. She bent down sucking a pecker. The other guy felt her up. She started sucking the other shaft. She even tried to suck the both simultaneously, but it wasn’t comfortable. Then she chose the doggy pose. She sucked one prick, while the other was drilling her snatch. The guy suggested butt-fuck, but she refused – she wasn’t a big fan of it. The first to cum was the guy she’d been sucking. My wife came almost at the same moment too. Then the other came into her twat. She took a shower. They all took a break and drank some more. Then she got on her knees again and they continued the fun. There was only one guy fucking her that time. She came. Getting tired of that pose, she lay on her back. The guy kept on ramming her cunt. He did it for a long time. My wife came, the guy came too. The other guy was laying beside them, watching them fuck. So, when the first guy came, my wife mounted the second. She managed to cum twice, while he was cumming. When the party was over the guys suggested giving her head. She sat on the couch. One of them was fucking her mouth. When he came, the other penis took his place. He also came in her mouth. My wife didn’t come even once. After we’d come home and she told me this entire story, I rammed her several times in a row. My wife knows that I’ve written this story. I guess, it was not our last experience of the kind.

One Nw Favorite hot cuckold story. Her First Black Dick and Cuckold My name is Rob. Candice and I have been married for 9 years. We met in college and have two children now. Ages 5 and 6. They spend alternate weekends with their 2 sets of grandparents. Candice is 5'1" tall, weights 103. Blonde and well endowed on top with nice full milky white tit's a narrow waist and full hips. Her ass is to die for. Full looking round ass and further down she has what I like to call. Thunder thighs. Candice is always saying they look fat but guys are always starring at my wife wherever we go out. My fascination with interracial sex came about the time I was in college. I seen lots of hot looking white girls dating these black guys on campus and always wondered what the attraction was all about. I rented a couple interracial movies at this adult book store near the campus and they really got me excited. Candice and I were dating at the time so I asked her if she wanted to watch them with me. She was curious to see them herself so this was my second viewing as we laid in bed together watching these hot flicks. I remember how wet Candice got that night when we fucked. I knew those big black cocks turned her on but she acted like their size didn't matter to her. At least at that time. I'm not huge but I'd say I'm very average in size comparing to the other guys I seen in college. We got married and a couple years later I brought up the subject of interracial sex when I saw this hot amateur interracial movie at one of my buddies place. I told Candice all about it and we had wild sex that night. She teased me about fucking a black guy. I knew at the time she wasn't serious. She was only trying to enhance our sex that night. I got up enough nerve to ask her if she really wanted to experiment with another man and she said no. The fantasy of watching Candice being taken by a hung black man really got my blood flowing. I brought up the subject every so often. Our kids were born and I'd forget about it on and off than recently brought up the subject again while we were having sex one night. I was kind of shocked when Candice told me she would fuck another man under the right circumstances. I began thinking. What kind of circumstances was she talking about. That night I asked. She told me she would have to get to know a guy first. I was excited and curious so Candice explained everything I needed to know that night. I came home early from work one Friday afternoon and found the kids playing in the living room and Candice busy having an internet video conference with a man on our computer. I walked into the room and noticed it was a black guy she was speaking with. He was dressed in a suit and looked to be around 25 years old. She turned and gave me a quick kiss than turned back to the screen and introduced me to this man she was talking to. "Daryl. This is my husband Rob. Rob honey. This is Daryl." I leaned down in front of the computer screen. "hey. How are you doing." I said. Candice than went on to speak to this guy named Daryl. "I'll let you go now Daryl. Text me if something comes up before tomorrow evening. See yeah later." Candice ended the video chat and stood up giving me a big hug. "What was that all about baby?' "Daryl is a guy I met in a chat room a couple weeks ago." "Two weeks ago? How come you didn't mention anything about talking to a guy online?" Candice had her arms wrapped around my neck holding on to me as she gave me these little hot kisses on my lips. "I wanted it to be a surprise for you." I was a little confused but Candice went on to explain everything. She had been talking to this guy everyday since they first met. Candice told me how she brought up the subject of experiencing her first black cock to Daryl and how I'd love to watch. My cock got rock solid hard listening to Candice explain all the details to me. She said she would explain everything in more detail after the kids were in bed that night. We ate dinner and tucked them in bed that night. I couldn't wait to hear everything. "Honey. I made plans for Daryl to come over tomorrow evening. The kids will be at your parents house this weekend." " I was excited but was still in shock. "You going to fuck this guy?' "I don't know honey. It depends how I feel." My body felt numb but my cock was hard thinking about watching Candice getting poked by a big black dick. Candice didn't want to have sex that night. Candice said she wanted to be extremely horny in case something happened tomorrow night. She did give me a blow job. I mean for forty five minutes this wife of mine sucked my cock. Swallowing my hot load of cum too. The kids got picked up by their grandparents the next morning so we were alone. I was just about ready to stop by the drug store after breakfast when Candice asked me where I was going. "Thought I'd run out and buy some condoms just in case you want to fuck Daryl tonight." "Honey. That won't be necessary. I already spoke to Daryl and he said he only had sex with his girlfriend about 4 months ago until they broke up and assured me he was clean and free of anything." "So, your not going to have him wear a condom?" Candice smiled and walked over and wrapped her arms around me. "Honey. If I'm going to fuck another man tonight. I want to feel his cock inside me. Not a condom. Besides. I'm on the pill." Candice kissed me hard so I left it at that! That afternoon Candice showered. The aroma of perfume started filling the air as she got herself ready for the evening. Candice is a little old fashion and loves romance novels. I knew she was going to wear something really sexy tonight. When I walked into our bedroom she was clasping a little hook on her garter belt. She looked so sexy standing with one foot on a stool. Her creamy white thigh and ass was clearly visible to me as I walked up running my hand along the softness of her @@@@@@@ ass. "Are you going to wear a thong?" "I don't know yet. Depends." I watched her adjust her stockings and helped her pull her new dress up over her head. She looked so sexy. The dress fit her tight and much of her milky white breasts were @@@@@@@. I wondered if this guy Daryl knew how lucky he was going to be if Candice decided to fuck him? Candice came strutting out of our bedroom wearing her 6" pumps. I always teased her about the height of some of her heels in her collection. At 5'1" they made her look tall and super thin. Daryl arrived about thirty minutes later. He was on time and looked very professional wearing a suit and tie. We shook hands and sat down and had a drink together while Candice called for Chinese take out. That was something they planned since Daryl was a big fan of Chinese food. I had to admit that Daryl wasn't just a run of the mill black guy from the hood stereotype. He was very polite and well educated. We finished dinner and sat in the living room. Candice and Daryl sat together on the sofa getting better acquainted. I fetched everyone drinks a couple times. Daryl and Candice were getting more cozier each time I returned from the kitchen. Candice stood up and walked over to me. She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Why don't you get the movie camera out?" She smiled and gave me a little kiss before walking back to set next to Daryl on the sofa. I got up and went into our bedroom to find out new high definition camera we had bought to take movies of the kids. The battery was completely charged. This would give me way over an hour of recording time If I needed it. It had a large memory card that would hold a good length movie. When I returned I didn't see either one of them but heard noise out in the kitchen. When I got out there, Candice had her arms wrapped around Daryl's shoulders. He was holding her waist as they gently kissed. I put the camera to my face and started shooting. Daryl was still much taller than my wife even with her 6" pumps. They looked so erotic standing there kissing. Biting lips, tongues mingling. It was such an erotic scene to watch. Daryl's hands were all over my wife. I moved around to the other side of the kitchen Island and got a good shot of Candice playing with Daryl's cock through his pants. I could see it's hardness sticking straight out from the material of his pants. Daryl already removed his suit jacket and tie. They laid on the Island counter top nearby. His hands on her ass hiking her dress up exposing her garter belt and bare ass now. The kissing was so hot to watch. His tongue entering her mouth than hers into his mouth. Biting his lips than locked tight in a heated kiss. So hot and passionate. They were either putting on a show for me or really enjoying the passion. I think a little of both. The dress was soon taken off and Daryl's pants hit the floor. Candice pulled out his big black cock with both hands rubbing her dainty long fingers along the stiffness of his thick black shaft. I zoomed in for a close shot. So erotic with my wife's hands on his black cock. Her wedding rings clearly visible in the camera's view. Almost naked except for the stocks, heels and garter belt. My wife kneeled down taking that big black cock in her hands and stroked it a few times before putting it inside her mouth. Daryl held his hands on the back of her head. The contrast was so erotic. Dark black and my wife's pale white skin and blonde hair. My cock was stiff as I watched my wife lovingly suck her black lover. I kept the camera rolling as my wife finished sucking on that cock. Stood up and positioned her full round ass back again her lover. Daryl ran his thick black hands along my wife's ass while he poked his huge cock up against her pussy lips doggy style. Candice playfully wiggled her ass like an invitation to fuck her wet pussy. Daryl took hold of his cock with one hand guiding his black cock between my wife's wet pink pussy lips. Her body stiffened as Daryl's cock split apart her pink pussy lips for the first time. As soon as his cock head was embedded between her pussy lips he pushed forward sending a few inches inside my wife's pussy. Candice let out a load moan holding herself against the kitchen Island counter top. Daryl put his black hands on my wife's ass and began fucking her steady sending his huge cock a little deeper with each new stroke. In and out as Candice moaned. I moved around and decided to try and put the camera under her belly and get a nice shot of Daryl's cock going in and out. Her body quivered with each inward thrust of that huge black cock. A few minutes into the fuck and Daryl pulled out only to help Candice sit on top of the Island counter top. She opened her legs for Daryl as he positioned himself between her legs aiming for her wet pussy again. His cock sunk in much faster this time as Candice rested her ankles on Daryl's shoulders. I stood watching Candice get fucked while taking the movie. My cock wanted to explode but I knew I'd get my chance later tonight. Daryl was fucking my wife furiously now as my wife's ass quivered and shook with each thrust of his huge cock. She must have came three times before Daryl yelled out that he was getting ready to cum. Daryl grunted and held onto Candice's ass holding her pussy tight against his body as he filled her belly with his potent seed. He soon pulled out and out came a gush of hot white sperm. He held Candice's legs up and open while I took a nice creampie shot. A real gentleman. I got the opportunity to watch Daryl fuck my wife on the sofa later that evening before he dressed and left kissing my wife one more times on her wet lips. She was still wearing her stockings, garter belt and heels when I walked up behind her after she closed the front door. We fucked for almost two hours after Daryl left. Her pussy felt wet and well used. Yes, it felt stretched out and Candice made a point of asking me if she felt stretched. It only made our sex more passionate that night. I realize we will never be hardcore swingers but Candice said she might have Daryl over again in a couple months. I can't wait to watch my wife take that big black cock again.