Author; Ace, Storyace

title; the convict's wife 5

Part 5 of 6

6,000 words

Codes; M/F, M/F/TS, voy, old man, cheat

Summery;   Debbie tells of her affair with her new boss, who's 75 years old and not impotent after all, and a wild night with the new governor elect and his wife, who has a secret hidden in her dress.

S end any and all comments to; storyace@hotmail.com

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The convict's wife part 5;

 She wore a long black skirt that pinched tight at her tiny waist, and a white blouse tight at her bust with long loose sleeves closed at the wrists, and that came right up her neck too. Her hair was pinned up and she had a funny pillbox hat on top. All together, she looked like a hot secretary from the twenties. 

I got my hug and kiss; that precious few seconds of contact. As usual, I slipped her the little container of semen, but she didn't mention it, and I wasn't sure she still wanted it. 

"So darling, it's been a busy few weeks! I've got so much to tell you." She said. 

I groaned inwardly, but at the same time I was eager to hear the latest installment of Debbie's thriving sex life. 

"Jason had the hip replacement and he was confined to bed for four weeks, so I was over to help out. You know, bring him food, take care of his cat, that sort of thing. He was a bit fidgety, kept asking me to bring him this and that from his filing cabinet, papers and things he needed to read, then I had to put them all back again.  

"About a week in, it was a bit late, I saw someone lurking about in the garden. The only window that has a view of it is next to Jason's bed, so I sat there with him. It was some kids from one of the other houses I think, I was just worried they might muck about with me rose bush. It was a long day, and I guess I nodded off; I woke up in the middle of the night. It was pissing hard outside and I didn't want to get soaked going back to John and Justine's flat, so I just undressed and slept there with Jason.  

"It was a little embarrassing in the morning because he was awake when I woke up, and I was only wearing me panties under the blanket. Of course he'd seen it all already, but his was different somehow. Still, he kept his hands to himself. At first.

 "Good morning." He said, as if we slept together all the time, "Did you sleep well?" 

"I did actually, thanks." I said, keeping the blanket up over me tits.

 "I'd offer to make you breakfast but I can't get out of bed until next week."

 "Well that's convenient." I said. 

He laughed, "For me it is, yeah." 

"I'm not in the habit of sleeping with strange men." I said.

 "I'm not strange... well, maybe I am, but that's another story." He said, "But you're certainly welcome to sleep with me whenever you like. In fact, you could move in if you want."

 "You know I'm a married woman." I told him. 

"Yes, of course... you could clean out the spare room to use." He said. "Look Debbie, I like having you around. You've been really helpful, I mean even aside from the eye-candy aspect; You've gotten me all organized and I was thinking maybe you'd work for me full time. It's profitable for me to have you around."

 His words were all reasonable, but his eyes were glued to the edge of the bed cover, as if he'd never seen a pair is his life and didn't want to miss his last chance.

 "Why do I have the impression that this job depends on me showing me tits to you this morning?" I asked him, still keeping me blanket well up.

 "Oh come on, Debbie; I'm a voyeur, you're an exhibitionist. You like me looking, don't you?" 

"Well, yes, I suppose so." I said. 

"I'll pay you two thousand five hundred a month, and put you on the company payroll. You'll have full insurance cover." 

"That's not much if I'm living here with you, on call 24 hours a day." I said.

 He looked at my chest and raised one eyebrow. I dropped the blanket down to just above me nipples.

 "Twenty-seven fifty." He said.

 I dropped the blanket to my belly, and his eyes was bugging out so far I thought the girls was giving him a heart attack. 

"All right! Three thousand." He said, reaching across. I slapped his hand away; I couldn't let him start with that sort of thing if I was going to be working for him. 

"None of that!" I said, "I thought you were a voyeur?" 

"Yes, ok." He agreed, "But for three grand a month, room and board, and full insurance, I want to see... you. If you know what I mean." 

"What, you want me to be naked all the time?" 

"No, not naked... but dressed to excite. Just as you've been during the afternoons. Look Debbie, I'm 75 years old, I haven't had an erection in 10 years. Humor me."

 I got out of bed and slowly turned around, naked but for me tiny little white panties. 

"Ahhh." He sighed, relaxing back against his cushion. "That's what these old eyes need to see." 

"Shall I fix breakfast, boss?" I asked. 

"Please." He said. 

"He's right; I'm an exhibitionist. I like it when people look at me, I get excited when guys stare and get turned on. I moved me things across from John and Justine's place, and when they got back I told them it's been great but it's time for this girl to move along."

 "So you're living with this old guy who just likes to look?" I asked hopefully.

 "He likes a little grope. The thing is, I wanted to sleep in his bed with the view over the garden you see; I don't sleep well in a single bed. I like the old bloke, Harvey; He's always complimenting, notices things, ever so polite. So I told him if I move in, I want to share his bed if he doesn't mind. With the impotence and all, I figured it would be platonic."

 "And is it?" I asked hopefully. 

"Afraid not, Harvey." Debbie answered sadly. "After the gangbang over at John and Justine's, I wanted to stop, wait until you get out. It's been 3 years, only 2 to go, we're over the hump and I wanted to get over the need to be humped. ` 

"At first he would just spoon me as we slept; I liked that, he'd give me tits a little squeeze and kiss me neck. Daytime I'd work about the house, secretarial things, housekeeping, whatever. Usually it was just us and I'd wear a negligee or stockings and corset. His old eyes were eating me alive; after a couple of weeks, I couldn't take it anymore, the finger wasn't doing it, I had to have it.

 "I'm a bleeding junkie, Harvey; a sex addict. I'm totally off booze, weed, ciggies, and coke. But I have to get fucked regular or I go bonkers. Jason couldn't do it.  

"I went at him one night; full on naked snog, tongue and tits, I just had to try. He can't get it up, really not. I fondled him, I sucked him, I even stuck me finger in his bum. He went down on me, very gentlemanly of him. He was nuzzling me tits and I sort of pushed his face down between me legs, needing the attention. He starts licking and poking, looking up at me with those old eyes... it took a while Harvey, but he did the job. Old tongue sliding up and down me clit, hands gripping me bum, legs around his shoulders, all tense, hot, and wet... me hands in his white hair, the old fella three times me age, old enough to be me granddad Harvey, that was the thought that got me over the edge.  Pretty mild compared to the six man gangbang, but I was satisfied. I had a nice little climax too, but you know what I like; what I need is a big one up the middle." 

"He can't use Viagra or something?" I asked. 

"Harvey!" Debbie said, "Don't tell me you want me to do it with the old geezer!" 

"I didn't say that, I was just curious. It seems sort of obvious." 

She paused and looked at me curiously. "Still no bum shoving going on in here?" she asked.  

"No." I said, glad she didn't ask about blow jobs. "So that's it, no sex?" 

"Well he goes down on me regular, which is better than nothing. He likes to look mostly, then touch a little. I never thought I'd want to do it with an old man, Harvey; but Jason is such a sweetheart. Always polite and he sort of worships me with his eyes all the time. 

"I have me hair done regular, and me nails too. And makeup, not too heavy. And then all sorts of sexy outfits, sometimes elegant expensive stuff, sometimes all tarty, see through undies and stockings and pumps, corsets and such, half bras that leave me nipples out, negligees, you name it he's got me prancing around in it and I take his calls and answer his mail, pay his bills, cook his food, and then at the end of the day we climb into the sack together and... nothing!"  

"All right, you have to go now." The guard interrupted, "Come on, move it out." 

"Until next time, babe." Debbie said, blowing me a kiss as she gathered her things and left me. 

I managed to get her on the phone for a few minutes the next week.

 "Oh wow, it's me husband calling from prison." She said to someone, "You'll never guess where I am, sweetheart; looking out of Jason's bedroom window at the garden. It's a lovely day... Oh, and I'm wearing net stockings and a suspender belt, and nothing else. And I'm on my knees with my naked clit just slightly above Jason's tongue, and he's tied down so he can't move. If I lower myself down just an inch, he'll lick my clit for me. Should I?" 

"Do you want to?" 

"Not just now." She said. "He likes it like this... how odd, Jason has a bondage fetish but can't get it up, while my husband sits in real prison, his good stiff cock all lonely. Ah well, what can we do? We just have to take life as it comes. So darling, I'm going to let Jason lick me while we talk. I'm lowering me bits; AH! Ooh, that's nice. So I suggested the Viagra to Jason, I told him it was your idea. He told me he was too embarrassed to ask his doctor about it; so I did. Lick, Jason! Haha, Yes, I asked Jason's doctor, told him I was getting a bit frustrated, been living with Jason for nearly a month without getting any. Doctor told me it's no problem at all, heart's good and he was tested for everything before his operation. So right now, I've got his hard prick in my other hand, I'm giving him that hand job after all. The funny thing is that afterwards when he has his clothes on, he'll be in charge again and I'll be cleaning the flat and serving him his meals. So how are things with you?" 

I realized I was breathing heavily and my grip on the handpiece threatened to crush the phone. I made myself relax. 

"Ok. I got a job in the kitchen." 

"Wow! That's big. Isn't a job in the kitchen what everyone is trying to get in there?" 

"Yeah, it's good as far as things go in here." I said. "You're not suffocating the old guy are you?"

 "Oh no, don't worry. As long as his tongue is still moving around in there I know he's fine. He's always trying to make me come, but it just doesn't quite do the trick for me. I mean, it's nice and all but I need a hard one up the middle to push me button. Jason isn't a big boy like you or Martin, but he gets the job done if I give him his pill and then punish him hard. . It's not always like this you know; usually Jason likes long foreplay, he gets right into it. Lots of kissing and fondling. Now that he gets a nice hardon, I'm right into it too.  I like to pull on it while he prods around in me mouth with his tongue and fondles me tits. But he likes variety, so today we're doing bondage. What? Oh. Jason wants a word.

 My old neighbor's voice came on the line.

"Hi Harvey! How are you holding up in there?"

 "I've been better. How are you?" 

"To be honest, I'm doing fantastic. I didn't expect to have something like this happen at my age, it's like a miricle. I..."

He grunted and gasped.

 "What's happening?" I asked.

 "Your wife is sucking my cock!" he grunted. "God damn Harvey, I'm sorry about this, but you know I can't refuse her. When she looks at me with those eyes man, when she gives me that smile, she owns me. I'm a helpless old man, Debbie is a force of nature."

 There was a pause. 

"Tell me what she's doing, tell me!" I insisted urgently. I glanced around, no one seemed to be paying any attention to me in the crowded phone hall.

 "She's holding the phone with one hand and my balls in the other. She's staring up at me and slowly sliding her mouth up and down me, her hair is falling over my thighs. I haven't felt this way for twenty years, Harvey; if I die right now, it was worth it. Ok, she's moving up now, she's got her face over mine, she's holding my cock against her vagina."

 Heavy breathing... 

"I want to put it in." Debbie said, "Should I?"

 "Oh god yes!" Jason begged, "Please! Please, darling, I'll do anything you ask of me." 

"I wasn't asking you, I was asking me husband. Harvey, I've got his old prick in me hand, should I sit down on it?"

 "Are you wet?"

 "Soaking."

 "If you do it, will you come?"

 "I will."

 "Go on, do it." I said.

 "It's going in Harvey!" my wife told me, "His cock is an inch in me, I'm lifting and lowering me bottom, it's deeper now, oh sweetie, it's in all the way! How do you feel, Jason?"

 "I love you!" Jason said. 

"What a sweetheart." Debbie replied, "But you know I'm just using you right? I love Harvey, all you are to me is a hard cock and a soft bed. When I don't need you anymore I'll walk away without a care." 

"Harvey, your wife is cruel!" Jason declared, "She's the devil, I love her, I'm her slave and she does whatever she wants with me. I'm sorry man, there's nothing I can do about it." 

"Tell him what I'm doing now." Debbie said. 

"She's rotating her hips, she's squeezing my cock, and she's looking into my eyes; her big tits are swaying over my face." Jason said, "I'm on the edge, I can't hold out much longer. She's too much for me, if she keeps looking at me that way and doing what she's doing, I'll blow my load." 

"Oh god, I'm going to come!" Debbie said, "Are you there, Harvey? Are you listening? Say something, anything, I want to hear your voice!" 

"I love you Debbie." I said, "I dream of you, I think of you, I miss you so much... Fuck him, baby. Ride the old bastard and think of me, imagine my hands on your breasts." 

Debbie groaned and cried on the line, Jason grunted. I could hear the creaking of the bed, and my wife's breath as she rode the old man harder.

 I looked up and down the dingy hallway where the phones were. A few cons were shuffling along, trying to make their short walk last a little longer. No one had any idea that I was listening to my wife have sex with another man live over the phone. It occurred to me that if a guard was listening in, he was enjoying it too much to put an end to it. 

"Me big white tits are bouncing around, I'm bending forward to put them over his face. It's all creases and wrinkles, Harvey, hair white as snow, but he's good looking in his way and I like doing it with him. It's all kinky and weird."

 "Oh God!" Jason cried, "Shit!" 

"He's coming too, Harvey!" Debbie told me breathlessly, "The old git's squirting old man juice into me, thrashing around, but he's tied too well to get free. Are you all right there boss?"

 "Fuck yeah." Jason said. "I haven't come like that in 20 years!"

 "And you, Harvey?" 

"You have me tied tighter than he is." I told her. 

"Lovely." Debbie said. "I have to let him loose now, we have a meeting in half an hour."

 "Get cleaned up." I heard Jason say. "Wear the brown Dior."

 "The dark one or the light one?" Debbie asked softly, her tone completely different now that the sex was over.

 "Dark." He said, his voice confident and commanding, yet not without respect. 

"Got to go babe, talk soon, yeah?" Debbie said into the phone, and hung up

 She didn't come the next month, or the month after. She sent regular emails, but without any rude details.

 When she did finally come to visit, there was something different about her; instead of the usual extravagant antique costume, she wore the sharp modern clothes of a business woman. She walked differently, more staid, as if she'd suddenly become an adult. Her hair was tamed, cut shorter and neat; the bangs were still there but had been allowed to begin to grow out, while the rest of her long black locks were now neatly cut at about shoulder length. She wore a single strand of pearls around her neck instead of her normal tangle of beads and chains.

 When we embraced, she felt distinctly larger, her previously narrow waist had filled in some. But her kiss was as passionate as ever, the heat between us as if we had never been apart... or was that just my imagination?

 "So, what do you think of the new look?" she asked.

 "Very grown up." I said, "You look fabulous Deb. What have you been up to?"

 "Work, mainly. Some play as well... I've been acting as Jason's PA, and taking a lot of his meetings for him. Mainly he does the ones with customers and I interface with the suppliers and the boys at the worksites. So I had to change my look a little, but inside I'm still the same nut case. This business is a lark, Harv; we're bidding on county and town jobs, all sorts of work. Repairs to buildings, roads, all sorts. The work gets sub-contracted, then there's a 10% cash kickback to whoever signs the deal, and we keep the change."

 My mind did some quick math; Jason must be making a huge amount of money. 

"It's bloody exciting, Harvey. I'm learning how it all works, some things are a nod and a wink, other times there's detailed contracts. Cash flow, taxes, schedules.

 "I really only wanted to sleep in Jason's room for the view over the garden." She said, "But I really like the old bugger now. The sex is alright too. He says I can stop fucking him and get me own place if I want, he'll pay me just the same, what do you think of that?"

 "He wants you to know he respects you." I said. "He wants the sex to be separate from the business, to know you sleep with him because you like it."

 "Yeah, Jason is all right. I do like fucking him; he sees to me needs without things getting too emotional, for me at least."

 "What about for him?" I asked.

 "I don't know, Harv. He always looks at me like I'm a goddess, but I told him from the start what the deal is. I remind him all the time, it hurts him but the old bastard's a masochist so he just enjoys the pain. I swear Harvey, I'd move out of Jason's place tomorrow if any of the other flats around the garden were available."

 "Why not just transplant the damn rose bush to wherever you move to?" I suggested.

 "Too risky." She said, "I'll wait where I am, babe. You're not worried about me sleeping with Jason are you?" 

"The sleeping part isn't so bad." I said.

 I was 48 years old, and I'd lived a life free of responsibility. I'd partied, traveled, made and broken relationships without much worry. Until my arrest, I'd hardly had a regret. But now I was hobbled, confined and helpless. Debbie was the only one who had stood by me, the only one who visited and wrote. My fun loving friends had forgotten me.

 Now she was no longer the carefree girl, she was an adult with a career, a relationship, a home, and a job. And I was a convict, not the easy spending dope dealer she'd run away with. I had nothing to give her; could we still love each other the way we used to? It seemed unlikely.

 Yet when I saw her, my doubts evaporated. One look at her smiling face, her sparkling blue eyes, and I was hooked again, just like the first time we met, when she was barely more than a child. Because when my wife smiled at me, electricity still crackled between us. She might be sleeping with others, but my heart still belonged to her.

 We talked and laughed, I stared into her face with desperate longing. After a while, she told me of another erotic episode.

 "Mostly we're still pretty normal, we do it in bed like everyone else." Debbie said. "The kinky stuff is a laugh, but me, I like it better straight; a bit of fooling around, lick me pussy, suck his cock, put it in and give it to me until it does the job. It's funny, but I don't mind the age thing at all now. I guess I've gotten used to it; Jason's a good looking bloke, a decent lover, and he's nice to me.

 "Well, I suppose I'd better get to the juicy bit, Harvey; you're not going to believe what's been going on!

 "So there's a new governor been elected, and he'll be sworn in pretty soon. Jason is all nervous, because he doesn't know this new bloke. So off we go to this posh dinner, I get me a fucking dress for eight thousand dollars, can you believe it? Christ, you should have seen it Harvey; gleaming green satin custom fit to me curves, right to the floor but more sexy than being naked. Net stockings and four inch pumps, hair all fixed, manicured, the works.

 There was all waiters and champagne and that sort of thing, crystal glasses and silver; what a right load of old bollocks, all the rich old gits in the place had eyes on stilts all night, following me about.

 "So the point of the whole thing is that we need to make a connection; and soon enough, I've got the governor elect in me sights, or he has me in his. There was some dancing, I got groped by a dozen millionaires, four billionaires, and two of them propositioned me, cheeky bastards.

"Finally get the Governor against me tits, and he's all man Harvey, strutting about the dance floor with me, hand on the small of me back, hard cock against me thigh. He's a handsome man, well fit, and  when the music stopped I gave him a quick little snog."

 Debbie paused her tale, her eyes shining with excitement, smiling at me meaningfully.

 "Jesus, Debbie; you did it with the governor?"

 "I did!" she affirmed, "And that's not all. His wife! Wait, let me tell it properly, as it happened. 

"So the night goes on, Governor and wife make their exit, Jason is hobnobbing with some cronies of his, when some flunky slips me a note. All it has on it is a room number.

"So I show it to Jason and he goes all quiet for a minute. Then he asks me what I want to do, because if I go and make the connection with the new guy, we're in; and if I don't, likely we don't get any more contracts. He says that's ok, as he's had enough of it and he's flush.  

 "That new governor, he's got looks like a film star Harvey; you know I like Jason well enough, but he's not my husband, you are. We've been getting too familiar, taking each other for granted. I'm just a working class girl, I was all excited by the wealth and power. Besides, I knew it would make a great story to tell you. 

"I'll give it a go." I told him, "But if I have the governor, I'm not your assistant anymore, I'm your partner, 50-50."

"I didn't think he'd go for it Harvey, at his age and with a bank account like he's got, he really doesn't need it anymore. He looked at me all sad and hurt, and told me to go for it. 

"So I go upstairs to the room, and like I said, he's not alone; now the wife, she's all elegant with long white hair and jewels and all, dress that makes mine look like a cheapo from the rack. She gives me this big smile and I realize what they have in mind.

Except they don't; they want to talk business. They got no idea how the system works you see, so I tell them. It's not quite illegal, and not quite legal either. I tell them how basically, we pay a percentage to their campaign PAC."

 "How did he get elected without knowing that?" I asked.

 "No one thought it would happen, everyone's shocked." Debbie told me, "The regular guy got caught with a 12 year old in the loo so the opposition fella was elected last minute. Don't you get the news in here?

 "Anyway, stop distracting me from the good part. I'm sitting on the bed with the wife, talking in her ear, and they have some music on; just like we used to do when we want to say something really sensitive. She put a hand on my shoulder while we was talking, and I moved a little closer because I was right into it. Then she looks at her big shot husband, and points at the floor, and the governor kneels at our feet with his hands behind his back!

 "The wife is the brains; he's a puppet you see. Anyway, I told her everything.

 "Is this what you want?" she asks me, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "I like you Debbie, and your company will stay on the approved bidders list either way." 

"I'm not in a hurry to leave." I told her, looking down at the governor. Like I said Harvey, he's a looker; chiseled face, blue eyes, wide shoulders, long legs. I was feeling all excited and funny. 

"Are your breasts natural?" she asks me. 

"One hundred percent genuine." I told her, "Give them a squeeze if you like." 

She tickled the back of my neck with her finger and unhooked me me dress, and peeled it down.  

The thing was made really cunning, Harvey; with the open back and shoulders, a bra would look shit, it was made to hold me knockers up without one. So when the lady let it down, me girls was swinging in her old man's face. I just sat there as she slid around behind me and slipped her hands under, kissed my neck and gave them a lift and a squeeze.

 "You want her, don't you?" she asks her husband.

 "Of course." He answered, all humble like.

 "You've been a very good boy." She says to him. "Kiss her. You don't mind, do you dear?"

 "Oh, I'm right into it." I told her, tits in her hands and her lips on my earlobe.

 The governor gets up and stands in front of me, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me on the mouth, so sweet and gentle, lips all soft and sensitive. I put my hands on his hips, taking it slow at first. He kissed my face and eyes, stroked my head, kissed my mouth again, and my throat. I opened his belt and then his trousers; his cock was burning hot, small but hard as a nail.

 "Take your clothes off, both of you." The lady says, and I thought this was a strange scene but well fun.

 Oh, the governor has a hard body; all muscles and curly hair, lean and tanned, bum like a pair of plums, cock wasn't all that big but well hard, and without any pharmaceutical help too.

 So him and me, we're all over each other, arms and legs in a tangle, kissing and groping, stiff rod in me hand, and before long he's between me thighs and about to put it in, I'm ready and waiting, knees open, just tingling with the anticipation; then the wife tells him 'stop'. 

And the governor just freezes there, cock against my open middle, waiting for orders like. And me, I just loves it see; Yeah, I wanted it in me, but this was such a laugh that I was happy to go along with it too.

 "Take your time!" she tells him, "Go down on the girl, good god man, try to be decent."

 "So he pulls back and drops his face down there, which is fine by me; I look up at the wife, and I ask her why she doesn't join in? and she hesitates for a minute, thinking about it.

 "I suppose we can trust you." She says, "You won't tell anyone, will you?"

 "'Course not." I tell her, "We're in it together."

 So while the hot governor tongues me clit, she takes it off, slow, while I watch. Now the old lady, she has a great figure too, and the outfit she's taking off wasn't hiding much, or so I thought. Because it turns out that she has a surprise in there! The governor's wife is a tranny. Ok, we're not supposed to say tranny, to be proper, it's 'transgender'.

 "She's got a lovely seven inch prick, circumcised, and she just stands there in her heels and stockings with it hanging in the middle of the room, half hard. I know some of them types don't get stiff, and most get the chop, but obviously this one likes to use it or it wouldn't be still there.

 She looks at me sort of uncertain, nervous about my reaction; I was a bit shocked for a second, I swear I hadn't a clue before she whipped it out. I've thought about being with a woman, almost was once or twice, as a threesome. But I never thought I'd be with one of them types, I didn't really know how to react.

I looked her up and down, and I let my eyes rest on the cock, and I smiled at her and beckoned her to bring it to me. She looks relieved, it's so funny how someone can be so confident and so unsure of herself at the same time.

 Her balls are tight, like a lad; underdeveloped I think. She got on the bed and I put my head on her thigh and put her prick in my mouth.

So there I am, sucking the wife's cock while her husband laps me like the dog he is, and everyone seems to be happy. She got well stiff, and her tits were standing proud in a half bra; I reached up and gave them a squeeze, but if they was fake they were so good I couldn't tell.

 And as we're all there licking and sucking, grunting and groaning, what I'm thinking about is what a fucking great tale this is going to be for telling to you.

She was skinny Harvey, and tall, with long legs. hands a bit big for a girl, but they felt fine wrapped around me girls.

 "Out of the way." She tells her old man as she pulls a condom on, "I'm going first!"

 She was the weirdest fuck I ever had baby; all soft and smooth, big honest nipples even if the tits were a touch suspicious, kissing me mouth as she bangs a hard cock in and out of me. I had me hands on her bum and the next thing I knew I was coming. I look over and the governor is just standing there watching, hard cock in his hand as he waits his turn to have his way with me.  

The two of them were about the same size, but he was maybe just a bit longer.

 Anyway, after I came she pulled out and he pushed in, and he gave me a right seeing to, and I was coming again within a minute, and again soon after that.

It wasn't the penises you know, it was the whole wild scene; they have power, and money, and they're good looking, and they were sharing their secret with me. It made me feel al special.

 So after a while we roll over and I'm on top, and she gets above us and I feel her hard prick pushing on me bung hole.

"May I?" she asks, all polite in the thick of our rude fuck night. Well, it's nothing I haven't done before, so I told her to go on and ease it in there."

"Hang on, Debbie!" I interrupted her, "You never told me you had anal sex."

 "Ah well, Harvey; you caught me, I have been holding some things back. I'll tell you everything, just give me time.

"Anyway, funny thing; as her cock pushes in, his gets forced out, pop, no room for them both at the same time. She's well greased up with something, these people are obviously into the hershey highway bum shoving routine. Well, it felt alright; quite nice actually, although I do like the regular way better it's nice for variety. By the way, your big cock is never going in there, don't even think about it.

 So hubby, he wiggles out from under and I'm on my hands and knees, he puts it in my mouth so I'm stuck at both ends, he's got my head in his hands and he's fucking my mouth as his wife fucks my arse; it was bleeding humiliating, and crazy exciting, even if a bit claustrophobic. Then he pulls his cock out of me throat, and wiggles under again, head first. His cock was sticking up so I put it in my mouth again as he clamped his mouth around me baby smooth groinal region, and starts sucking.

 Fucking hell Harvey, I came like Guy Falk's night, I was shaking and sucking and clenching all over, it was fucking fantastic, wish you could have seen it.

 Next thing, he's the one on his hands and knees as she shoves it in him from behind, and I just got my mouth on it as he lets go. Clearly it's what they really like. So I swallowed it all down and rinsed my mouth with some of their posh booze. I thought someone would join me in the shower but they were just lying in bed all lovey dovey as I got dressed and gave them each a kiss goodnight. 

"You know this was a one time number." She says to me, and I said that suits me as I'm a married woman just passing the time waiting for my man to come back to me."

 She smiled at me excitedly as she completed the tale, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

 "Fuck Harvey; I can't diddle meself in this suit. Next time, I'll be wearing one of the big old dresses again."

The Convict's Wife Part 6

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