2007-08-31

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Please be aware that this story contains ADULT content and should not be read by minors.

Giving Hubby What He Wants
by RLM

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Although Stan Hager had almost every thing a man could want, he had a secret desire that had been with him since high school.

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Background:

Stan and Vanessa Hager were entering their sixth year of marriage. Both were highly successful in their professional careers, Stan as a CPA with a large clientele and Vanessa as an interior decorator with her own business. By mutual agreement, they had decided to postpone having children. At 29 and 28 years of age, respectively, they were aware that there was still ample time to start a family when, and if, they decided to do so.

Financially, the Hagers had no problems. Their individual incomes were substantial, and, when combined, there wasn't much that was beyond their financial reach. They lived in a modern, 4000 square foot home in a fashionable district of the city. Their home was equipped with all the modern conveniences including flat panel TV's in several rooms, a spa, exercise room, game room, study, and library. With a beautiful deck and pool in back amid a perfectly landscaped yard, their home and property were escalating in value each month. Stan enjoyed driving his recent model Avalon while Vanessa loved her Beamer.

In addition to their successful careers, their very large incomes, and their beautiful home and cars, Stan was a handsome, well-built man who attracted more than his fair share of female attention. Vanessa's gorgeous blonde body was intimidating in its beauty.

Even though they were in their sixth year of marriage, the Hager's sex life remained hot and passionate. Vanessa wanted sex essentially every day, and her sexy, virile husband was always ready to see to her needs. Even when Vanessa was having her period, the sex hardly abated. Vanessa simply made more use of her hot mouth.

With position, money, physical comforts, a gorgeous wife, and a vigorous sex life, Stan Hager apparently had every thing a man could desire. Every thing, that is, except his one most secret, kinky desire. It had been with him ever since high school and every year that it remained unfulfilled, it had intensified. Each day, Stan found himself thinking about it more and more.

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The Discovery:

It was a Saturday night, and Stan and Vanessa were enjoying a evening out. After a superb dinner with an excellent chardonnay, they had gone to an after-hours club to dance. After several drinks and dancing for over an hour with her husband, Vanessa was feeling no pain.

As Stan attempted to get the waiter's attention to ask for the bill, Vanessa was sipping her fifth stinger of the evening after having had two glasses of wine at dinner. Not surprisingly, she was not being all that careful about the way she was sitting. Her short, white dress had ridden far up her thighs and, with her legs somewhat parted, her matching panties were visible.

Half drunk, Vanessa had let her dress ride high on her thighs.

"I don't seem to be able to get the waiter's attention. It's almost like he's deliberately looking away every time I wave at him," Stan complained. Looking at his wife, he saw that she wasn't listening to a word he was saying. Instead, her attention seemed to be occupied by some men at the adjacent table.

"Oh shit!" Vanessa said under her breath.

"What's wrong, Honey," Stan asked concerned.

His wife just grinned at him. "What's wrong, Darling, is that your wife is half drunk, and I told you before we left the house that this dress was too short."

"Well, you're not half drunk, Honey. Somewhat high, maybe, but certainly not drunk. And I don't think your dress is too short. You look great in it. I love it."

Vanessa grinned at her smiling husband. "I know you like the way I look, Darling. The problem is so does that sexy man at the next table."

Not surprisingly, the man's eyes were locked onto Vanessa's thighs and panties.

"Every man here thinks you look fantastic, Honey. What's so special about the guy at the next table?"

"He's good looking... he's sexy.... I'm half drunk, and he's been staring at my legs and panties for the last 10 minutes," Vanessa said, unable to keep from slurring her words.

"How... how," Stan stammered, "how can he see your panties?"

"Cause, Honey... my dress is too damn short and I don't seem to be able to keep my legs closed. I think you'd better take me home."

Emitting a soft, low groan, Stan leaned closer to his wife and asked, "How much can he see, Honey?"

"Don't know. Enough to keep him interested. Maybe you should go ask him," Vanessa said as she began to giggle.

"Why don't you just close your legs?"

"Can't... too drunk... besides, it's sexy to sit here and let him see my panties." Leaning closer, Vanessa licked her lips and whispered, "I think he wants to see my pussy, Darling." Vanessa seem so unsteady in her chair that Stan had to put his hand on his wife's shoulder to be certain that she didn't fall to the floor.

"Are you ok, Honey?"

"Yeah... just half drunk and acting like a slut. I'm sorry... really. Let's go home."

The waiter brought the bill, but Stan ignored him and the bill. "Why don't you spread a little wider to see what he does?" Stan said to his wife in a voice that was one-third whisper, one-third moan, and one-third groan.

"You dirty, sexy man. You want me to spread more... like this?"

Even from where he was sitting, Stan could see his wife spreading her legs wider and lifting one leg. The man at the next table leaned closer trying to get the best view possible. Thinking back to earlier in the evening, Stan remembered that his wife's panties were white and partially transparent. He had been able to see the slit of her cunt through them. The man at the next table was even closer to his wife than he had been, so there was little doubt that he could see his wife's cunt. Stan's cock surged into full, throbbing erection at the thought.

With her legs open and one leg lifted, the entire expanse of Vanessa's panties were on display.

Vanessa giggled harder. "He's getting a good view now, Honey. Pay the bill and let's go." She turned in her chair and closed her legs. Stan saw disappointment wash across the man's face at the next table.

The waiter scooped up the bill and Stan's credit card almost as soon at it hit the table. Actually, Stan had hoped it would take him longer. He knew he only had a few more moments.

"We'll leave as soon as the waiter brings back the credit voucher and my card, Honey. I can see the guy is really disappointed. Why don't you really spread wide open just before we leave and show it to him?"

"Oh fuck! That's so dirty I can't believe you'd suggest that your wife should do something like that."

"Please." The pleading tone in her husband's voice both surprised and shocked Vanessa.

On impulse, she said, "Ok, Darling. I'm going to do it right now and I'm going to stay spread until we leave... so you'd better hope that waiter comes back soon."

Stan's cock jerked wildly in his pants as he watched his wife spreading wide open. The man immediately leaned forward in his chair, his cock becoming rigid with lust as he gazed at her cunt slit that was exposed by the thin panties.

When she was certain that his eyes were locked onto her crotch, Vanessa lifted her right foot and rested it on the seat of the chair. The position was totally obscene. She stayed like that for almost a minute until the waiter finally returned. Her pussy was gushing when Stan finally pulled her to her feet and led her out of the club.

Every man around was staring at Vanessa's cunt that was visible through her thin panties.

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On the thirty minute drive home, I sobered up enough to realize how slutty and obscene my behavior had been. Even though my husband had asked me to show off my body to the man, I knew he was just teasing, but I was so hot and so drunk, I couldn't resist acting like a whorish slut. I hardly knew what to say to my husband. The only thing I could think of was to apologize.

"I'm so sorry, Darling. I should never drink that much, and I promise that I'll never do it again if you'll forgive me."

Stan remained silent, his eyes never leaving the road.

"I just had too much to drink, but that's no excuse for behaving like a whore. That man probably thinks I'm a whore and you're my pimp. Ohhhh god! I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, Darling. Please," I pleaded.

Stan remained silent. My body began to tremble. I knew he must be furious, and he had every right to be. The fact that he wouldn't even speak to me made it obvious that he was livid with embarrassment and rage.

I knew that when Stan got me home, he was going to whip my slutty ass with his belt or something even worse. Even though he had never, ever hurt me, I had never embarrassed and humiliated him like I did tonight. Knowing full well that I deserved to have my ass whipped, I was shaking with fear as tears ran down my cheeks.

In my mind's eye, I knew he was going to bend me over and whip my ass.

By the time Stan pulled into our driveway, I was resigned to being soundly and thoroughly whipped. I just hoped he would only whip my ass.

I figured I would be lucky if my husband only whipped my ass and not my tits and slutty cunt as well.

Stopping the car, Stan turned to face me. I could see the intense, naked emotion in his face and eyes. I knew what was coming.

"Please," I begged. When I opened my mouth to tell my husband once more how sorry I was, it was immediately sealed shut by Stan's mouth covering mine. My attempt to speak was cut short by my husband's tongue that was driven deep inside my mouth.

Abruptly, Stan pulled my top and bra down below my tits. My gasp of surprise, fear, and passion filled the car. My heaving chest caused both of my tits to bounce and jiggle. His hands circled the big globes and squeezed as he tongue fucked my mouth.

This all happened within five seconds after the car had stopped. Within ten seconds, I was grunting like a hot whore, trying desperately to spread my legs in the cramped confines of the front seat. My hips were hunching against the wildly excited, out-of-control male as all the pent up desire of the evening erupted inside my hot, throbbing cunt.

Without preamble or warning, my raging stud husband ripped off my white dress and threw it into the back seat of the car, totally ruined. I couldn't have cared less. I wanted him to strip me naked and ravish me. I had behaved like a whore... now I wanted him to treat me like a whore.

A moment later, Stan ripped off my bra and tossed that shredded garment on top of my ruined dress. I heard myself whimpering and grunting in sexual heat.

Stan shoved one of my legs up over the top of the front seat and turned on the overhead light illuminating the interior of the car. My pussy contracted and gushed when Stan stared right at my panty-covered cunt and moaned, "Oh fuck! He could see your cunt through those panties. They don't cover much of anything. That's so fucking hot!"

Hooking his hands in my flimsy panties, he ripped them apart and pitched the two halves into the back seat with the rest of my ruined clothes. Next, he tore off my stockings leaving me naked.

My husband was so excited, I could see his hands shaking as he unbuckled his pants and shoved them and his briefs down his thighs. As soon as he had his clothes off, he pushed me onto my back, shoved my legs apart, and thrust his head into my sex saddle. When his tongue pushed deep inside my trench, my previous fear was instantly transformed into raging lust. I had no idea what changed my husband's rage into desire, but with his tongue sliding in and out of my vagina, I couldn't have cared less at the moment.

My ass hunched uncontrollably as my husband's tongue moved in and out of my pussy.

As he tongue fucked my cunt, two of his fingers invaded my ass. The intensity of the dual sensation forced my hips into the air. It only took a few minutes for my cunt to erupt around the tongue and my ass to contract about the fingers.

"OOohhh I'm cumming, Darling. Don't stop! Please... aaahhhhhhh... don't stop!"

"OOOHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKK... I'M CUMMINGGG... LICK MEEEE!"

In the middle of my orgasm, the tongue left my cunt and moved up to my erect and very sensitive clitoris. I felt it sucked hard and deep into my husband's mouth. Immediately, my clit began to throb and dance. I couldn't stand it. My clitoris was just too sensitive.

"OOhhhhh stop...stop...STOP! UUNNGGHHHHHHHHHHH! NO...NO... AAAHHHHHHHHHH!! UUGGHH!"

The randy male between my thighs ignored me and sucked my clitoris even harder, lashing it with his tongue. A moment later, my cunt contracted in an intense spasm and juices squirted out in a power stream that drenched my husband's face, my cunt and ass, and the car seat. It was the first time I had ever squirted... I loved it!

I never before squirted, but my hot stud husband changed that forever.

"OOhhhhh god, Honey. Make me cum like that again... SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

In response to my howls of female pleasure, the tongue began to move even faster and harder over my exploding clitoris. A third finger was pushed into my ass. Once more, the intensity was so great, it felt like Stan had a branding iron against my clitoris. Again, I began to beg him to stop... screaming that it was going to kill me. And once more, instead of killing me, it forced my cunt to go into a hard spasm and shoot another stream of cum all over Stan's face and the seat.

My husband pulled his face from between my gaping thighs and mounted me. I was more than ready. I couldn't remember ever being so ready for cock. Falling between my thighs, he trust blindly trying desperately to get into my cunt. I felt his cock strike my buttocks too far beneath my pussy.

Jerking my right leg back, I pressed my heel into the ceiling and reached between our bodies to guide him into my hot hole. When my hand found his cock, I was shocked, stunned. Precum was running from the tip, and the shaft was rigid, hard, and bigger than it had ever been. This was NOT my husband's familiar cock. This pulsing shaft belonged to an out-of-control, raging satyr who was going to ravish me.

Stan's cock was so hard and big, it felt like a different man was about to fuck me.

Guiding the swollen head to my opening, the man mounted on me roared like a lion in hot rut and nailed his shaft into me. My cunt erupted and I screamed.

"AAAAHEEEIIIIIII.... OOHHH SHIT... NOT SO HARD... UUNNGHHH... OOOHHHHHH... UUUGGHHHHH... "

My moans of protest were useless... the wild stud hammering his cock in and out of my cunt was beyond listening to any female protests. His hands shoved beneath my ass elevating my hole so he could fuck me even deeper. Again and again, that huge, throbbing shaft pounded into me... mashing my clit ... grinding into my cervix.

"OOHHH GOD DAMN YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... UGH! UGH! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

My cunt felt it was was being ravaged by a ragion stallion... again and again, I throbbed and came around the hammering prick buried inside me.

I exploded in the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life as my juices squirted for a third time! The next morning we were both shocked to find that I had lacerated my husband's back with my nails as he fucked me through orgasm after orgasm. When I felt his organ expanding and then pulsing deep inside my vagina, my cunt rocketed into another orgasm in response to the thick streams of semen and sperm being pumped into my convulsing cunt.

When Stan was ready, he jacked my legs high in the air, shoved them back to open my cunt hole, and emptied his load deep inside my throbbing vagina.

I must have blacked out from the intensity of the sex because the next thing I knew, Stan was dragging me out of the car naked, the yard lights allowing everyone in the neighborhood to see my big bouncing tits and ass. My husband unlocked our front door and pulled me into the house. When he had me inside, he just kicked the front door shut and shoved me toward the stairs.

Halfway up the staircase, Stan growled, "Bend over the stairs! Now! Hike your ass up so I can fuck you!"

It didn't even occur to me to resist. Kneeling on the steps, I spread my knees and arched my hips. Stan drove his still hard cock into my hole, his body slapping loudly and repeatedly against my upraised buttocks.

WHOOPPFF! WHOOPPFF! WHOOPPFF! WHOOPPFF!

It hadn't been five minutes since my husband had poured a huge load into me... but his rigid cock was about to shoot in me again. "FUCK ME, DARLING. SHOOT IT IN!"

The vigorous fucking was driving my husband's first load up and out of my vagina. In moments, it was pouring down my thighs in thick streams.

"I'm cumming, Darling... aaahhhhhhhhh... god... I'M CUMMINGGG!"

Intense male grunts greeting my screams. Once more that huge shaft expanded and pulsed deep inside my vagina as it unloaded more thick streams of cream into my hotly throbbing, waiting pussy.

After our orgasms ebbed, I was too exhausted to move off the stairs. Stan had to carry me to our bed. Dropping me onto my back, I lay there unmoving, my chest and tits heaving, and my legs wide open. My husband stripped off his clothes and again mounted me. I couldn't believe it. His cock was hard again. He nailed it into my cunt and began fucking me again.

"Oh god! What a cock! What a Stud! FUCK ME!"

Sometime during the middle of the night, I felt my thigh being pulled over my husband's opening my vagina. This time, he made love to me rather than fuck me like a hot whore. Slowly he pumped me until my pussy was throbbing around his cock.

Fully awake now, I moaned, "Oohhhh, Darling. I'm about to cum... fuck me harder, Darling... please... fuck me harder"

He did and we both exploded together.

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Revelation:

Fortunately, the next day was a Sunday, which allowed me to sleep late. My husband had so worn me out the previous night, it was nearly 11 AM when I finally awoke. By the time I had showered, done my make up, and dressed, it was past noon when I made an appearance in our den. My raging, insatiable stallion of the previous night was waiting for me with a tender kiss and a late breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits, hash browns, and hot coffee already ready.

"Are you all right?" he asked, obviously concerned.

I started laughing. "After giving me the best fucking I've ever had, the man wants to know if I'm all right. Are you kidding me?" Stan positively beamed. What man wouldn't?

"I was just afraid that I had hurt you. I know I sort of lost control."

"You can lose control like that with me anytime you like, Stan. You were great. Obviously, watching me letting that guy in the club see my panties and probably my cunt, really... I mean... really, turned you into a tiger. I had no idea you liked that. Why didn't you tell me that you get off seeing me flash? We could have been doing it a lot and having incredible sex."

"I guess I should have. I wanted to, but I was just afraid. Besides, it goes further than just watching you flash other men."

"Further? You mean you want me to do more? Actually have sex with other men?"

Stan looked away and didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, he just nodded.

"Well, I don't mind flashing guys... particularly if it gets me fucked like last night, but you can forget about the other. Okay?"

Again, my husband just nodded, but then asked, "Would you do it without your panties on?"

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Vanessa, the Exhibitionist:

Before I flashed the man in the club that fateful night, Stan and I would generally go out for dinner and then to an after-hours club for drinks and dancing twice a month or so. After that night, it became once a week and then very quickly thereafter, twice a week. Even that wasn't enough. Stan seemed to want to go out every night or at least, every other night.

For a month, it was very much the same as the first time, except I wasn't half-drunk and I was showing off deliberately. Stan always wanted me to wear tight-fitting, short skirts, a low-cut blouse, and heels. He was partial to stockings, but was satisfied if I went out bare legged. He never stopped suggesting that I not wear a bra or panties. For the first month, I refused these latter two requests.

After a couple of hours of my showing off my legs, half of my tits, quite a bit of thigh, and my panties, Stan was invariably so hard he couldn't stand up without having everyone in the place know he had a raging erection. When that happened, I knew he would very shortly have me back in our car on the way home for a long night of hot, sensuous sex. At the very least, he would make me take out my tits on the drive home, and sometimes every thing except my stockings and heels. Just like that first time, my husband would usually fuck me in the car as soon as we parked in our driveway. I always wondered if the neighborhood men would wait up to watch my husband fucking me right there in the driveway.

Toward the end of the fourth week, Stan wanted to go to a more erotic night spot. After some discussion, we ended up at "Foxy's Place". It had live music, couches, love seats, and coffee tables rather than the usual restaurant tables. The ambiance was erotic and the lighting very dim. It was rumored to be the place to go if you were single and looking for company. Naturally, Stan couldn't wait to go.

That night Stan had me wear a short, gray skirt with a white blouse that buttoned below my breasts. Only the black bra I insisted on wearing kept my tits inside the blouse. My husband asked me not to wear any stockings... just a pair of clear CFM 4-inch heels. He wanted me without panties, but I refused and wore a pair that matched my bra.

The place was crowded, but we managed to find a vacant couch near the dance floor. Before we took our seats, Stan whispered in my ear, "When you sit down, Honey. Bend over enough so that your sexy ass is exposed."

I couldn't help smiling at the thought that a month before I would have been shocked at my husband's request. Now, it excited me. Stan sat down but before I took a seat beside him, I bent over to adjust the cushion at the back. In the process, I pulled my short skirt up and thrust my ass out. The cool air on the back of my exposed thighs told me that my panties were just barely covered.

"I could feel the men staring at my thighs and ass."

After I took my seat, I noticed that several men were already watching me, no doubt assuming that I was a paid escort, which I fully realized was just a nice phrase for "whore". As my husband ordered drinks, I reinforced their view of my status by opening my legs enough for them to see my panties beneath my short skirt. The eyes of at least three men were locked onto my exposed crotch. I could already feel my pussy becoming wet under their intense gaze.

My pussy throbbed when I saw the men staring between my open legs.

Not wanting to have to fend them off this soon, I nudged Stan and said, "Let's dance, Honey."

"Is anyone looking yet?"

"At least three men are staring holes in your wife's panties."

"Oh fuck," my husband groaned.

"That's what they all want to do, Darling... fuck your wife. Come on. Let's dance so you don't have to fight them off."

Before we even reached the dance floor, I could see that Stan's pants were tented with his throbbing erection. It never failed. Nothing seemed to get him as hot as other men looking at me and wanting to screw me.

Once on the dance floor, Stan pulled me against his body so that I could feel every single inch of his rigid, 7-inch cock pulsing against my mound. He kissed me as his hands explored beneath my skirt. The fact that a dozen other men were watching us just got me even hotter.

"Oh god... I feel like I'm gonna cum in my pants," Stan groaned.

"Better not, Lover, or we'll have to make a very early exit. I'll move back a little so there won't be so much friction on your cock, Baby."

"Is anyone watching us?"

"Not more than a dozen or so men. The guy dancing with the brunette behind you, is staring right at me and licking his lips."

"He probably wants to fuck you."

"There's no 'probably' about it, Darling. He's dying to fuck me."

"Would you like to fuck him?"

"We've had this discussion several times already, Stan. Flashing and teasing is hot for both of us, but I don't want to fuck other men."

"I could pretend to get sick and leave you alone for an hour or so."

"If you did that, it wouldn't be for an hour, Darling. He would probably keep me on my back the entire weekend."

Stan's body began to shake. "Oh god. Let's go sit down or I'll cum in my pants."

For the next half hour, we sipped our drinks while my husband continued to play with my legs. Gradually, he spread me wider and wider until I knew the entire expanse of my crotch was on display. The number of men whom I knew were checking out the view between my thighs had grown from three to over ten.

Gradually, Stan spread me wider and wider until my wet, panty-covered pussy was on full display.

"If you don't stop, Darling, that sexy young stud over there with the shaved head is going to come over and ask me to dance."

"I don't mind your dancing with him."

"I know you don’t, but he's not going to be satisfied with just dancing with your wife, Honey. He's going to want more."

"What do you think he will want?"

"You know very well what he's going to want."

"Tell me... please... tell me!"

Leaning closer, I whispered, "He's going to want to feel my ass."

"OOOhhh... god. Will you let him?"

"Yes, of course. That's what we're here for. He'll want to see and feel your wife's tits."

My husband's body was actually trembling at the thought. I didn't think he could keep from cumming in his pants. "I'm sure he'll put his hands inside my panties and feel my cunt. He may even take out my tits."

I watched as my husband's prick jerked spastically inside his pants. Somehow, by pressing his thighs together, he just managed to avoid shooting off.

"Would you like to dance?"

I looked up and saw the young, bald-headed guy staring down my blouse at my tits.

"Is it Ok if I dance, Honey?"

My husband nodded and very quickly I found myself once more on the dance floor, but this time, in another man's arms with another very hard erection grinding into my pussy. It felt bigger than Stan's, but it was hard to tell. They were both big.

"That guy your husband?"

"Yes. I'm Vanessa."

"Carl. Your husband looks like he's sick. He's shaking."

"I know, but he's not sick. He's just about to cum in his pants."

Carl laughed. "Well, with a hot wife like you, can't say that I blame him. Why is he so turned on?"

"From watching me flash you and the other men here. He likes to watch. He might shoot off just from watching me dance with you."

"That's fucking wild! Why don't we go outside and give him something really interesting to watch?"

I shook my head. "Sorry. It's just flash and tease with us. I don't have sex with other men. If that offends you, I won't be angry if you take me back to our table."

"Doesn't offend me. It just disappoints me. You're the best looking woman in the place by far! Naturally, I was hoping to get lucky. And if that offends you, I won't be angry if you want me to take you back to your table."

"Offend me? No woman is offended by men wanting to fuck her, Carl."

I felt Carl's cock throb against my belly. "How far can I go?" he asked.

"Don't ask a woman that, Honey. I'll let you know when you've reached the limit."

The words had hardly left my mouth when I felt two hands beneath my short skirt roaming over my panty-covered ass. Those same two hands pulled me tightly against the growing bulge grinding into my mound.

"Oohhh...mmmmmm... you feel big. Really big! How big are you?"

Carl ignored my question as he continued to explore my ass with his hands now inside my panties. As they roamed up and down the crease of my ass, he bent his knees slightly to bring his organ directly against the top of my cunt. As his hips pumped, his hands were raising and lowering my pussy on his throbbing shaft.

"OOohhhhh damn! How big is that thing?" I gasped.

"Which measurement do you want, Baby? Length or girth? Some women prefer length. Others prefer it thick."

My hips were now pumping in counter rhythm to his. "Both. Tell me both! Ooohh! Ooohh!"

"8 inches of man meat, Vanessa."

"Aaaahhhhhh!"

"Almost two and a half inches thick!"

"UUnnnggghhhh!"

"Seven and a half inches around... enough to stretch your hot pussy to the limit, Baby."

"OOOohhhhh!!"

"Let's go outside and I'll give you a demonstration. Your husband can come and watch."

I was now trembling even harder than my husband. "I can't. I don't have sex with other men."

"Bull shit! You're about to cum right now."

"I know... I didn't say that I don't cum with other men. I said I don't fuck other men. OOOhhhhh... more... more!"

"Let's see your big tits, Vanessa." With no more warning than that sentence, Carl pulled my blouse open and my bra down allowing both tits to surge out, totally naked. Several men were enjoying the view. I heard one of them say, "Man! What a pair! Make the hot Bitch cum!"

With both of my tits out, I felt my pussy throbbing wildly. I knew I was going to cum very soon.

"Take off the damn blouse and bra, Vanessa," he growled in my ear as his hands moved between my thighs. I felt two fingers sink into my soaking, slick vagina.

I shrugged off the blouse, unhooked my bra, and threw both in the general direction of my husband. I just had time to see him retrieve them before my pussy once more demanded my full attention.

Now naked to the waist, my vagina contracted as the beginning spasms shot through me.

"I'm going to fuck you!" Carl stated.

That flat statement was more than enough to make my juices gush over Carl's hands as my cunt erupted in orgasm.

"Come on! We're going out to my car so I can fuck you."

"No! I said I would let you know when you've reached the limit. You just reached it. You can continue to dry fuck me like this if you like until you shoot off, but that's as far as it goes."

"DAMN! You are one cock teasing bitch!"

"I gave you fair warning remember. Do you want to finish against me or not?"

"I shoot my load into cunts, not into my pants!"

"I understand. Then, take me back to my table and you can find a hot cunt for your cock."

Carl led me back to my table with my naked tits bouncing with every step and my cuntal secretions trickling down my thighs.

"I got the bitch warmed up for you, Buddy. Enjoy," Carl said to my husband when he delivered me to the table.

After Carl had left, Stan asked, "What happened?"

"He's want to fuck me. Bad. I warned him but he didn't pay any attention. Come on. Let's go."

"Why don't you dance with him once more?"

"Because, my darling husband, if I dance with him again, he's not going to take 'no' for an answer. You wife will get her ass fucked off. Let's go."

"I wouldn't mind."

"I said, LET'S GO! NOW!" I pulled on my blouse and walked from "Foxy's Place" with my husband in hot pursuit.

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Before we were halfway home, Stan had me naked. As he was pulling into our driveway, he growled, "Get in the back seat. Get your legs up in the air. I've got to fuck you!"

With my legs up and spread, I was as eager for my husband's iron-hard cock as he was for my wet cunt.

The sex later that night, first in our driveway, and then later in our bedroom was wild and hot. I had at least a dozen orgasms on Stan's raging cock. I think he shot off five times, the first three times without ever taking his cock out of my pussy.

Stan was insatisable. His cock screwed me through one orgasm after another as he poured five loads into my cunt, the first three without ever withdrawing.

Obviously, the idea that I almost had gotten fucked had turned him into an uncontrolled raging satyr, even more than my flashing. It was clear to me that I needed to do something.

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The Agreement:

The following weekend I told Stan we needed to have a serious discussion about where our sexual adventures were going. I could see that he was nervous, but also curious. Saturday evening, we had dinner at home and afterwards sat around the table sipping our coffee.

"I need to ask you some questions, Stan, and we really need for you to be honest in your answers. Ok?"

My husband nodded. "First, it's pretty obvious to me that you desperately want to me to have full sex with other men. Is that right? Be honest."

"Yeah. I guess I do. I have no idea why the idea is so exciting to me, but it's obvious that it is. At Foxy's Place the other night, I came in my pants watching you with Carl. I was sure you were going to let him fuck you and just the thought was enough to make me shoot off."

"You're telling me that you pumped five loads into me later in the evening after shooting one in your pants earlier?"

"Yeah."

"That's amazing! Ok. I think we've established that you go nuts over the very thought that another man might fuck me. Do you want me to actually do it? Think carefully! It's like virginity. I was a virgin until a man fucked me and then never again. Things change totally and you can't go back. I'm a faithful wife until another man fucks me, and then I'm not. We can't go back. So? What do you want?"

Stan hardly hesitated. "I want you to have sex with other men but not fall in love with them."

"All right. I'll do it but under my conditions, and there's no compromise possible here:

First: I choose the men. You have nothing to say about that... ever.

Second: You cannot watch. I'll will tell you all the hot details later when we're in bed having sex, but you will never be allowed to watch. There's no way I could do it with you watching.

Third: I will make it as hot for you as I can. Sometimes, I'll call you on the phone and let you listen, but you cannot watch.

Fourth: I will use aliases for all the men. I will never tell you who's fucking me. You will never know. Some may be your friends. Some may be men I know. Others may be strangers. I will never tell you... ever.

Fifth: The men who want to have sex with me will be required to go to a clinic and be tested for STD's. After that, they will be cumming inside me. I hate condoms. So you will have to get used to a lot of sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, and so on."

At this point, Stan's cock was hard as iron. "Take it out, Honey, and jack it off. You should get used to doing that as you'll be alone with just your hand for company a lot if we do this. Go ahead. Take it out and jack it off. Now." A moment later, I was watching as my husband masturbated furiously in front of me.

"Sixth: You cannot have sex with other women. Ever! If I catch you using this as an excuse to cheat, I will divorce you. I'm fucking other men at your request. I am not requesting that you enjoy other women. Understood?"

"Will you tell me when you're going to do it?"

"Of course. Not telling you would be like cheating. I promise... that I will never, ever cheat on you. So... do you want me to do it or not?"

"Oh hell yes! Let's go to bed. I want to fuck my hot slut."

"And your hot slut wants your big cock inside me. Come on, Honey. Race you to the bedroom."

I won the race, but my randy husband was on me and in me almost as soon as I reached the bed.

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Vanessa the Slut:

For the next two weeks, I was in a constant state of arousal thinking about my wife having sex with other men. But day after day went by without her seeing anyone. Even so, I seemed to be constantly hard. Fortunately, Vanessa was as turned on as I was and was always eager to spread her legs every time I wanted sex. We were fucking at least twice a day, sometimes even more, and every time, my excitement was so great that I was pouring huge loads into her.

Of course, Vanessa was responsible for keeping me hard almost constantly. When I was fucking her, she would start talking about men she was considering fucking without telling me who they were. She would start talking, and I would cum. She would continue to talk, and I would get hard again and not long after that would be pumping more cum into her pussy.

The third week had almost passed when Vanessa called me at work on a Friday afternoon.

"Hi, Honey. It's your hot slutty wife."

"Hi. Where would you like to go for dinner?" I asked.

"I'm not telling you. I'll be seeing another man tonight. So you're on your own. My guess is that I won't be home until very, very late or maybe not until sometime tomorrow. So, plan your own dinner and don't wait up for me."

"Are you going to fuck him?"

"No. Of course not."

"Oh. I guess I misunderstood. What are your plans then?"

"He hasn't told me. My guess is that he'll take me to dinner and then probably to a hotel or maybe to his apartment."

"I thought you said you weren't going to fuck him?"

"I'm not, but I'm very certain that he's going to fuck me... a lot... and with a very big, hard cock. Just think about that big hard prick inside your wife's hot cunt... pumping me... fucking me... making me scream... beg... shooting in me... filling me with his hot load... again and again and again. Bye, Hubby. He's right here and his fingers are already inside your wife's cunt. Gotta go and then I'm sure I'll have to cum."

I shot off a huge load into the air less than minute later.

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It was after 3 AM before I heard the front door open and five minutes later, my wife came into our bedroom.

"You're still awake aren't you, Honey?"

"Hell, Yes! There's no way I could get to sleep with this hard-on."

"How many times have you jacked off?"

"Twice. I wanted to wait for your pussy, but I just couldn't. It was just too hot thinking about you being fucked some where."

Vanessa turned on the lamp on her dresser allowing me to see her more clearly. She had obviously been thoroughly fucked. Her hair, which was always carefully coiffured, was a wreck. Her make up was smeared... her lip gloss was a bright red smear across her mouth. Her stockings were ripped, and when she removed her dress, I saw that her bra and panties were missing. I saw that her cunt lips were distended and swollen with a gloss of semen dotting her pussy and mound.

As I imagined my wife riding a huge cock, my erection surged to the point my cock hurt.

"Jezzz! How many times did he fuck you?"

"Not sure, Baby. I think your wife has three loads of cum inside her cunt and one inside her ass. Wanna clean me and fuck me, Hubby?"

"You let him have your ass? You've never let me have anal sex with you."

"I know. That's because when I told you 'no', you would back off. When I told Alex 'no', he just laughed, spread my cheeks open, and pushed his big cock into my ass. Gawd! Did it ever hurt, but once he got that big fuck stick into my ass, it was wild. I rubbed my clit like mad and came three times before he filled my ass with its first cum load. I'm sure it's going to be getting a lot more like that. Come on, Baby. Clean your wife's cunt and ass and then fuck me, Stud."

The image of Alex's huge shaft fucking my wife's ass was a wild fantasy come true.

Vanessa slid into bed beside me, naked. She lifted her ass, shoved a pillow beneath her hips, and steepled her knees spreading them wide open. "Clean your wife's cum-filled cunt, Baby."

Moving my head into her sex saddle, I stared at the stretched hole of her cunt. Whoever Alex was, he must have had a huge cock. Inside her stretched hole, I could see flecks of white semen on the walls of her vagina. Pressing my mouth to her hole, I began to lick up the semen.

When I had all that I could see, I covered her vaginal opening and sucked hard. Vanessa contracted her vaginal muscles and several large globs of cum poured out into my waiting mouth. It was the first I had ever tasted. It was salty and sweet at the same time. But mostly it was just incredibly hot to be cleaning my wife like this.

Five minutes later, I told Vanessa she was clean. "Think so?" she asked with an evil leer. "Suck harder."

I did. Vanessa clamped down hard and two more globs of cum shot into my mouth. These were followed by a small stream of semen than ran out for another minute or so.

After I finally had her pussy cleaned, she had me repeat my cleaning ... this time on her ass. By the time she agreed that she was clean, I was so hot and hard, it hurt. Mounting her, I slammed my cock into her waiting hole and instantly shot three more huge streams of semen into my wife's pussy.

Wrapping her legs tightly about my hips, Vanessa whispered in my ear as I pounded her cunt. "Ooohhh Baby. I'm sorry I waited so long. It was fantastic. That huge cock fucked me and fucked me... I came more times than I could count. AAAAaaaaa.... yess... screw me, Stud. Fuck your whore wife. AAAAaaaaa.... god... I'm gonna cum again! OOOOhhhhhhhh SHIT! FUCK IT HARD... I'M CUMMINGGG!!!"

It was 5 AM before I fell off her body exhausted. I had never realized what an incredibly sensuous woman Vanessa was. She had cum at least 10 times after being fucked by this Alex guy for probably five or six hours. To say I was amazed was a gross understatement.

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On Tuesday of the following week, I found a note waiting for me on a chair that had been placed in the entryway so I couldn't miss it. The note read:

"Seeing Brad tonight. Have it on good authority that he has a 9-inch cock. So I'm not sure I'll be able to feel you after I get home tonight. Will be late. Bye... Your hot Whore Wife.

She came in around 1 AM, grinned at me, and crooked her finger in my direction. "Come on, Hubby. I need to be cleaned again."

As soon as I looked between my wife's thighs as she lay back on our dining room table with her legs up and back, I could see that she hadn't exaggerated the size of Brad's prick. Her cunt gaped wide open in a huge circle with a huge blob of semen pooled just inside and a large stream running from her vagina down the crack of her ass.

The cum load inside my wife's cunt was large and thick. Running from her stretched vagina, the thick, viscous stream slowly made its way down her ass.

After cleaning her pussy, I mounted her but there was virtually no friction she was so stretched. Nevertheless, I was so hot, I came in her twice. I think Vanessa had a half dozen orgasms while I pounded her.

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On Thursday, she called to say she was meeting Cameron that afternoon. "He has to be home by 6 PM, so we can have dinner together, but at 8 PM, I've got a date with Don. He wants me all night, so I won't see you until sometime on Friday."

During dinner, Vanessa told me that Cameron had had time to fuck her pussy once and her ass once. I asked her if it hurt her to have anal sex with him.

"Not nearly as much as the first time with Alex. He's only 7 inches like you and he sank into me pretty easily. I got off four times before we had to call it quits. I'm sure Don will fuck me into the mattress tonight."

"Do we have time to fuck?" I asked.

"No... Sorry, Honey. You'll have to jack off tonight. Don wants me fresh and hot. Naturally, he doesn't know that Cameron has already banged me today."

When my wife emerged from her bedroom at 7:50 PM, she looked totally whorish. Her black dress plunged all the way to her navel with only two silver chains holding it together. Even so, the entire inner half of both tits were exposed. I could see she was wearing dark stockings and fuck-me heels.

"Wow! Where did that hot outfit come from?" I asked totally astonished.

"I bought it last week at Victoria's. Do you think I look hot? Whorish?"

"Totally," I said awed and somewhat worried. I had had no idea that my wife would get into the sex to this extent. "Don't you think that's a little too much?" I asked.

"Why? Seems sort of silly to worry about how whorish the dress looks when Don is going to be fucking my ass off all night long. Besides, you think this looks hot... how about this?"

My wife looked hot and totally whorish. I was shocked at the way she seemed to be loving sex with other men.

Vanessa sat down on the couch and opened her legs allowing me to see the thigh-high black stockings and sheer black panties through which her cunt slit was totally visible. I got hard.

"MMmmmmm... I think you like my outfit, Honey. Your cock is hard, isn't it?"

When I nodded, she sat down on the floor, pulled her heels up against her thighs, and spread wide open. With her knees high and spread, her mound and cunt were completely exposed. "Think Don will like me when he sees your wife like this?"

When I saw my wife spread out, her cunt fully on display, I felt a twinge of jealousy.

When my wife left the house ten minutes later, I wasn't as excited as I usually was when she went out on a date.

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On Saturday, Vanessa got a call on her cell phone around 3 PM. I was watching a ball game on TV at the time. When she hung up, she said, "That was Earl. He's a black guy I know. I think it's time your wife's cunt got some BBC, don't you?"

"What's BBC?" I asked in a daze.

"BIG BLACK COCK, Honey... BIG BLACK COCK!"

"How big?" I asked, my voice little more than a moan.

"Not sure. Brad told me that he's got a bigger cock that he has, and his is 9-inches if you remember. So... no way I'm going to be able to feel your seven inches in me tomorrow."

"Where are you going with Earl?"

"He told me to meet him around 8 PM at a club where women go to get BBC. I might get more than just Earl's BBC. Who knows. Well, you can go back to your ball game, Darling. I have to get ready for Earl and who knows who else. I'll try to call you tonight so you can listen to what your wife sounds like when she's getting BBC or two BBCs... or maybe three." My wife giggled and ran off to get ready.

An hour and a half later, shortly before 8 PM, Vanessa came back into our den wearing a shimmering, off-the-shoulder, short blue dress with black heels and stockings. The dress just barely covered her big tits, and it was obvious that she wore no bra. I was surprised as she had refused to go braless before.

"You're not wearing a bra are you?"

"No. You've been after me constantly not to wear a bra ... so I decided to give Hubby what he wants."

"What's holding that dress up?"

"Just your wife's big tits, Honey," Vanessa said, once more giggling.

"God! You're going to a club that's going to be filled with black guys wearing that! You won't be there more than five or ten minutes before somebody pulls the top of that dress down."

"You mean like this?"

With one quick, easy motion, Vanessa slipped the top of the dress down over her big tits exposing both completely. "You're right, Honey. It doesn't stay up very well does it? Well, maybe no one will pull it down."

"Fat chance!" I sneered.

"I know, but then I know you want your wife's big tits out and exposed in front of all those men. My guess is that Earl will have already taken them out before we enter the club."

Staring at my wife's big tits, I asked, "Are you wearing panties?"

"You asked me not to wear panties... remember? So, I'm not wearing any. See."

My wife pulled her dress up to her hips, sat down on the couch, and lifted her right leg high. The wide open position completed exposed her naked cunt. "You were right, Darling. I should have been going without panties all along. It gets me so hot, my cunt is already dripping wet. See how easily my fingers slide into my hot pussy." Vanessa pushed two fingers into her cunt and finger fucked herself while I watched.

I wanted to fuck my wife so much it hurt. I had never seen her look so incredibly hot, slutty, and sensuous.

"There's another advantage to going without underwear, Stan. It will be cheaper. When the men take off my panties, they always keep them for a souvenir. This way, we won't have to buy more panties for me. Well... It's almost 8:00. I've got to go. Don't wait up for me."

I stared at the front door for five full minutes after it had closed behind my wife. She was hot as fire and was obviously going to be fucked repeatedly tonight, but some reason, my cock still wasn't hard. I couldn't understand it.

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It was after 11:00 PM before the phone rang.

"Hello. Hager residence. This is Stan speaking."

"mmmmmm... hi, Hubby. OOohhhh... mmmmmm... told you that I'd... aaaahhh... ooohhhh.. I'd call."

Now my cock did get hard... iron hard. "Where are you? What's happening?"

"Uunngghhh... we're back at... at Earl's place... aaahhhh... gawd damn! it's so fucking huge!"

"Earl's fucking you, isn't he?"

"No... Earl's... aaahhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk itttttttttt... not in .... uunngghhh.... meeee."

My cock was so hard, I had to unzip my pants and release it. "Who's fucking you??"

"Greg... ooohhh shit... not sooo... uugghhh... not so hard, Honey... aaaahhhhhhh..."

"I'm surprised that Earl didn't take you first."

"ooohhh Honey... he did... oh Baby... did he ever take your wife... uunngghhh!"

I started jacking off. "So Greg's getting sloppy seconds, huh?"

"Nooooo... fuck me, Greg... harder... thirds... sloppy thirds."

"How many men are fucking you?" I was already about to cum.

"Three black guys ... unngghhhh... Earl first... aaaahhh... then Fred... ugh... ugh... ugh... now Greg's giving it to meeeeeeee..."

"How big are they?"

"HUGE! FUCKING HUGE! 9 TO 11 INCHES OF COCK MEAT ... EACH ONE... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... 10 INCHES IN ME!! YOUR WIFE HAS 10 INCHES OF IRON-HARD DICK IN HER CUNT!!"

"Oh Shit! Unbelievable!"

"Believe it, Honey... BELIEVE IT! I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMMMM AGAIN!!"

In the background I heard the bedsprings protesting. On every second or third squeak, I heard a man grunting followed by the banging of the headboard against the wall.

"Can't talk any more... getting fucked... I'll leave the cell phone by the bed, Honey... at least for awhile. "Oohhh god... It's so damn big! AAuugghhh... Ugh Ugh Ugh.. I love it!! Hard, Lover. Harder! FUCK ME HARDER! OOHHH SHIT..RAM MEEEEEEE."

Vanessa screamed like a whore and came, and then she came again and again. Finally, I heard a man saying that he was going to cum in her and fill her cunt full.

"OOOHHHH YESSS... SHOOT IT INTO ME, GREG. PUMP MY CUNT FULL, BABY. GIVE IT TO ME. OOOHHH FUCKKKKK MEEEEEE!"

The bedsprings squeaked even louder and the headboard began banging the wall continuously. Obviously, Greg was slamming his cock in and out of my wife's cunt as hard as he could. Finally, the fucking slowed and stopped. For several minutes, all I could hear was muted sounds.

With nothing happening that I could hear, my erection ebbed slightly and I was able to keep from cumming. The bedsprings squeaked again... probably from another man getting into bed with Vanessa. His voice confirmed my suspicions.

"Suck it, you hot Bitch!"

After that, there were some more shuffling sounds followed by the wet sounds of my wife's mouth moving up and down one of the black cocks in the room.

Some male voice grunted, "Enough, Slut! Turn around. Put your head on the bed and stick that hot ass up in the air."

More shuffling... some squeaking of the bedsprings... a male grunt of pleasure... then repeated female howls of pleasure.

"Oohhh he's fucking me... mmmmmmmmm.. he's fucking me again, Stan... oooh god... he's putting it in my ass... UUNNGGHHH!! ... so damn big... aaahhhh... so hard.. Ah... Ah... Ah!"

Vanessa's loud moans continued. I could even hear the slap of the man's hips against her ass. As the tempo and frequency of the fucking increased, my wife's moans kept pace and grew louder.

"Ohhh Stan.. he's making me cummmmm... I can't help it...he's just so hard inside me... his cock is stretching my ass so much... aaahhh... I'm cumminggg... OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M CUMMING!!"

My wife's screams gradually decreased until she suddenly yelled, "Earl's cumming... I can feel him cumming in my ass .. he's shooting in me again...mmmmmmmmmm... Aaahhhh Shit! Big fuck load is in me, Darling... in my asshole. It's running down your wife's thighs, Baby. After we rest, the guys are going to start doing me two at a time. It'll be awhile, so I'm going to hang up. See you tomorrow. Love you, Darling. I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am."

After my wife hung up, I felt a weird mixture of fear, jealousy, and incredible sexual excitement. The last was obvious as I jacked off three times imagining how my wife was being fucked.

In my mind's eye, I imagined my wife in doggie position, ass up high, with a huge black cock nailing her cunt hard and deep. I shot off three loads thinking of images like that.

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It was Sunday afternoon when I heard a car pull into our driveway. I waited for my wife to come in, but after 10 minutes, I gave up and went outside to the driveway. Vanessa's car was parked in the driveway but there was no sign of my wife.

Puzzled, I retreated to the house and heard the phone ringing. When I answered, I heard my wife's voice on the line.

"Oh thank god, you're home, Darling."

"What's the matter?" I asked more than a little alarmed. "Where are you? You're car's in the driveway."

"I know. Earl said they'd park it there for me. I need for you to bring my bathrobe and drive down to the park at the end of the street. There are some shrubs running along side of the creek. Drive up beside them."

"What's going on?"

"I'll tell you later. Please hurry. Please."

"No. Tell me now!"

"Oh shit! The guys finished fucking me around noon. They told me they'd drive me home, but instead, they dumped me in the park at the end of the street. Earl only drove the car home after they had dumped me."

"Ok. I'll be there in a few minutes. Why do you want the bathrobe?"

"Because I'm stark naked, Honey... except for the heels and my cell phone."

"You mean they wouldn't give you back your dress?"

"They couldn't. Somebody kept it for a souvenir when they stripped me at the club earlier in the evening. Please, Darling, hurry. Some kids may see me hiding here."

Thirty minutes later, I had my still naked wife in bed in doggie position fucking the shit out of her. I thought she would turn me down after a night and a morning of near continuous sex with three men, but she was wild for it... so much so, she even held her cunt open for me as she begged me to fuck her. She came as soon as I rammed it into her stretched pussy.

Vanessa's stretched cunt gaped opened so much she really didn't need to pretend to hold it open.

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After I returned from my lunch break the following Monday afternoon, there was a large manila envelop lying in the middle of my desk marked "Special Delivery". There was no return address... only the words "Stan Hager: Personal and Confidential" followed by my work address. When I opened the envelop, I saw the letter from Vanessa.

Hi, Darling. I know how much you've wanted to watch. I just can't allow you to do that, but with three guys around Saturday night, we could take some photos for you to enjoy when I'm out. Of course, I've removed the faces as per our agreement that I will never tell you who my lovers are. Needless to say, be certain that you are alone and cannot be disturbed before you open any of the smaller envelops. Enjoy, Honey. Vanessa.

Inside the large envelop there were several smaller ones, each numbered. I opened the envelop marked #1: The glossy print, taken from above, showed a woman sucking a huge black cock at least as thick as my wrist. The only part of the black man visible in the photo was his huge cock. The note from Vanessa read:

"This is Earl, Honey. Isn't he just fucking huge! It almost dislocates my jaw to suck him."

I had trouble believing that Vanessa could get Earl's cock into her mouth at all.

The second photo showed the same cock but this time it was in my wife's cunt. She was bent over in doggy position. The photo showed the cock stretching her pussy into a huge ovular hole. There was another note from my wife.

"I came as soon as Earl stuck it in me, Honey. I just can't keep from cumming over and over when he's fucking me with that huge dick."

I couldn't believe the size of Earl's cock. I could almost hear my wife screaming as she came on it.

Envelop #3 contained a similar photo except this time my wife was riding a different black guy whose cock was big, but not as large as Earl's. Vanessa's note read:

"I'm riding Fred's cock here. He's big but not as large as Earl. Didn't matter. I couldn't keep from cumming on his cock either."

Fred's cock was bigger than any I had ever seen before, but yet he wasn't as big as Earl. I stared at the huge hole that black fuck stick made in my wife's cunt.

Envelop #4 contained a photo of a third black stud fucking a woman in missionary position. The cock looked gigantic.

"This is Greg, Darling. His cock looks to be as big as Earl's but it's the camera angle. As you can see, he was really fucking your wife's ass hard and deep when Earl took the pic."

Looking at the size of Greg's cock buried in Vanessa's ass, it was hard to believe that he was the smallest of the three... I was certain that my wife would soon be leaving me.

The photo in Envelop #5 showed my wife being ass fucked.

"Another photo of Fred giving it to me, Darling, but this time in my ass. These studs have my ass so stretched, you won't have any problems fucking my ass from now on. It's yours anytime you want to use it, Honey."

Staring at my wife's stretched asshole, I knew I wasn't going to have any problems getting into her ass ever again.

The note in the sixth envelop read, "We had to take this one with a timer, Honey, so it's doesn't capture every thing. Shows all three guys working on your "airtight" wife (all my holes are tightly plugged). I'm riding Fred's cock while Earl is mounted on me with his huge cock up my ass. I'm sucking Greg off. The guys tried to shoot off in me at the same time, but they were a little off. They were pretty close though."

Three black cocks in my wife's cunt, ass, and mouth.

The photo in the last envelop was incredible. "Here's the finale of the photos, Darling. All the guys had fucked me without shooting their loads. When all of the had made me cum at least twice, they had me kneel and one-by-one, they jacked their huge loads all over my face and tits. Now you know why there's always so much cum for you to clean up. Hope you enjoyed the photo show. Don't jack off in the office, Baby. You might get caught!"

The three monster cum loads covered Vanessa's face and tits. It was obvious that the amount of cum in her when she came home was only a small fraction of the quantity of semen that had been pumped into her and all over her.

When I had put the last photo back into its envelop and sealed them all back inside the larger one, I realized my cock was rigid as steel. I was also shaking I was so nervous.

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Four Months Later:

Over the course of the next four months, Vanessa gradually increased the frequency with which she was seeing other men. At the end of that time, she was averaging three evenings a week. Usually, at least one of her lovers would spend the entire night fucking my wife.

Nevertheless, Vanessa was always ready for sex... anytime, day or night... even on days when a guy took her to a hotel during the afternoon. But the more men who fucked her, the more worried I became. Finally, it reached the point that I was sometimes unable to get an erection.

In addition to being worried and even scared, I was also curious. Who were the men fucking my wife? Where did they take her? Was she being screwed in hotels... in cars... in her lover's apartments or houses? On several occasions, I had followed my wife when she left for one of her dates trying to find answers to these nagging questions.

None of these efforts succeeded. Every time I tried to follow Vanessa, I would end up losing track of her and going home empty handed. Sometimes she would park in a parking garage and take a back exit. Other times, she would park on the street and enter some large building. By the time I found a parking place and tried to follow her, she would have vanished.

I also hid audio recorders in our bedrooms, but the only sex that was ever on those recorders was of Vanessa and I fucking. These recordings did make for hot listening, but they didn't provide answers to my questions.

It was a Saturday night, and Hal's wife was out of town visiting her mother... so naturally, he had arranged for my wife to come over to keep him company. Looking at the clock, I saw it was slightly after 10 PM. I had virtually no doubt that Hal was nailing my wife right at that very moment. An image of him nailing my wife's ass formed in my mind.

As I pictured Hal in my wife's ass, I wondered about the size of his cock.

With nothing else to do, I looked over the log of lovers who had fucked my wife since she had agreed to start seeing other men. I knew all the names were aliases, but I wrote them down anyway just to keep up with the men Vanessa was seeing. The list now had 9 names on it:

Alex, Brad, Cameron, Don, Earl, Fred, Greg, Hal, and Ian.

Looking at the list, I suddenly realized that Vanessa was selecting her lover's names in alphabetical order. I wondered if the next man to visit her cunt would be Jack or Jim or John.

Vanessa had seen everyone on the list at least twice. My log showed that she had had 31 dates with other men counting Hal tonight. Earl was her leading fucker having been in her on 6 different occasions. Brad was second with five. The fact that Earl had the largest cock and Brad the second largest was not lost on me. Of course, this all assumed that she was always telling me when she had sex with someone.

At that moment, the phone rang. It was Vanessa.

"Hi, Baby. It's me."

"Are you coming home?"

"That's why I'm calling. Hal wants me to spend the night. Is that Ok with you?"

I made a snap decision... a decision I should have made two months ago. "No. Actually, it's not all right. I really want you to come home soon. I want to talk to you and I want to spend the rest of the night between your thighs." My wife's response surprised me.

"Really. That sounds wonderful! But Hal's going to be very, very disappointed. He's only screwed me once tonight. How about I let him fuck me one more time? I'll be home by 11 PM... promise."

"Ok. See you later."

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True to her word, my wife walked in our front door a couple of minutes before 11 PM. She looked hot and sensuous with a fresh-fucked look that had my cock hard almost immediately.

"I can't even begin to tell you how glad I am that you agreed to come home early, Honey," I said unable to disguise the emotion in my voice.

Vanessa gave me a seductive smile as she sat down in the swivel chair in front of our computer. "All you've ever had to do was ask, Lover."

"I need to talk to you. I really don't know how to begin or to explain."

"SShhhhh... come over here. You can talk to me while I suck your cock." As soon as I got within reach, my wife had my pants open and my rigid cock out.

"Mmmmm... that's fucking beautiful," she said, her voice hoarse with desire. "Gawd! I know we've measured you at 7 inches, Honey, but that thing looks even bigger. Stick it in, Lover!"

I pushed three inches inside her mouth. Her lips closed over my shaft immediately and sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. The sensation was so intense I started to pull out, but my wife's hands on my ass pulled me in even deeper.

Vanessa sucked me the way she knew I liked best... no hands... just her hot mouth on my cock.

"AAaahhhh... shit... that's feels so damn good! Suck me, you hot slut!" I pushed five inches of meat into my wife's mouth so that the head of my cock was almost at the entrance to her throat. Her head bobbed up and down on my shaft. In moments, saliva coated my balls and dripped onto the floor. The sight of my wife's lips sliding up and down my cock as her big tits bounced just below had me throbbing like crazy.

"Oohh NOOoooo... don't stop! Please don't stop!" I groaned as I felt her lips leaving my cock. But it was only momentary.

"There's no way I'm stopping, Stud. Not until you fill my belly with your hot load. Now stick it all into my mouth... ALL OF IT! STICK IT IN!"

"You'll gag," I protested.

"That's my problem. A wife is supposed to suck her husband's cock... ALL of her husband's cock. DO IT! SHOVE IT INTO MY THROAT, DARLING!"

I pushed in five inches until I felt the head against her throat. Immediately, I felt her hands on my ass pulling more cock inside. She did gag. Backing off until only five inches were inside, she regained control and then drove an inch of cock down her throat. This time, her gagging was less. After several repetitions, my balls were banging against her chin as she sucked all seven-plus inches of cock down her throat.

With my wife sucking me all the way to my balls, there was no way I could last very long.

"Oh fuck! I'm about to cum, Honey. Do you want me to pull out?"

For an answer, she rammed her mouth all the way down my shaft until her lips were buried in my pubic hair. My cock jerked inside her mouth. I felt my wife's arm moving rapidly, and, looking down, saw that she had her fingers buried in her cunt masturbating as she sucked me.

That incredibly erotic sight was all it took. With one intense contraction, a thick, huge stream of semen and sperm fired into my wife's throat and ran straight down into her belly. Cock and cunt contracted together in repeated spasms as we both came hard, her moans and my grunts mixing together to fill the room with the hot sounds of sex.

When I finally pulled my now semihard prick from her mouth, some of the load ran over her lips and formed a long cum rope that dangled from her chin. She smiled up at me, the rope swinging erotically back and forth. The cum rope broke and splattered over her big tits.

Lifting my wife to her feet, I pulled her blouse off and yanked her skirt down her hips. She stepped out of it and kicked it away in to the corner. She wore no panties. I wasn't at all surprised, but I asked anyway.

"What happened to your panties, Vanessa?"

"Hal took them off so he could fuck me, Darling. He had them off 10 minutes after I arrived."

"I understand, but why didn't you put them back on before you left?"

"Men rarely allow a woman to put her panties back on once they get her out of them. Before we were married, did you let your women put their panties back on?" My wife giggled. "Come on, Lover. Forget my panties. I need to have my hot pussy licked and cleaned. Suck and clean my cunt, Baby. Then fuck it... fuck it hard ... really HARD!"

Sweeping my wife up in my arms, I carried her into the master bedroom put her on her back in the center of the bed. She spread her legs wide open and watched as I removed the remainder of my clothes. By the time I was naked, her hips were grinding and pumping on the bed.

"Oh hurry, Baby... please hurry! I can't want any longer. I need it... DO IT TO ME!"

Even from the end of the bed, I could see that her labia were swollen and stretched. Flecks of semen dotted the lips and several streams were seeping from her gaping hole and sliding sensuously down the crack of her ass. Again, I was astounded with my wife's sensuality. She had been fucked twice in the last hour and a half but was still so hot she was begging me to hurry.

My wife's cum-filled cunt was stretched wide open. Hal's semen coated the lips and her ass.

Moving between her open legs, I pressed my face into the waiting hot cunt. Her hips rose almost a foot off the bed as soon as she felt the tongue sliding up the length of her sex slit.

"AAAAAaaaaaaaahhhh... yesss....... YES! YES! LIKE THAT... OOHHHHHH.... that's so fucking good!"

As soon as I circled her erect clitoris with the tip of my tongue, Vanessa groaned and pulled my head hard against her throbbing pussy. Her thighs locked around my head.

"Suck me, you Bastard! SUCK YOUR SLUT'S HOT CUNT, BABY. MAKE HER CUM!"

Since my only two choices were to clean her cunt and make her cum or to suffocate, I choose the first option. Capping her hole with my mouth, I vacuumed the cum load out of her hole as she wailed in hot passion. When I sucked her clit into my mouth, she screamed in orgasm as her clitoris danced atop her contracting, throbbing vagina. She had my head in a death grip between her thighs; her fists pounded against my back. Once more, her cunt erupted in a fierce, intense climax.

Her third orgasm saved me. Exhausted, her legs fell to the side allowing me to move back and breathe. We were both gasping for breath.

As my wife's chest heaved in an effort to suck oxygen into her lungs, I ripped the zipper of her teddy down and jerked it away from her body leaving her naked save for her high heels. Standing up beside the bed, I roughly pulled my wife's hips to the edge and shoved her legs high in the air. With one hand behind her knee, I pressed her knee back against her tit and aligned my raging cock with the wet, gaping hole of her cunt.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Darling."

Even with that warning, Vanessa grunted when she felt the male sex spear driving into her gaping cunt hole. I fucked her like a wild man driving one hard, ramming thrust after another into her waiting pussy. My wife's grunts quickly changed to shrieks.

Still slick with her lover's load, her cunt felt delicious around my cock.

"Ughhh! Ughhh! Gawd Damn... you're killing meeeeeeee!... Oh SHIT! You're gonna tear me apart... GGHHAAAAaaa.... Ughhh! Ughhh!"

Vanessa's screams somehow penetrated my raging lust allowing me to regain some measure of control. "Oh god... I'm sorry," I moaned as I used all my will power to stop.

"NO! NO! DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU DARE STOP, YOU MISERABLE BASTARD! FUCK ME! KEEP FUCKING ME! I LOVE IT!!"

The neighbors at the end of the street must have heard my wife's screams when I slammed my iron-hard meat back into her throbbing hole. The fucking was so heated and fierce that my wife's body was gradually being forced into the center of the bed. Before it ended, I was mounted on her with her legs locked behind my back. Each thrust drove her hips deep into the mattress and forced loud female grunts of pleasure from her lungs.

At the end, her vagina was contracting in continuous hard spasms about my shaft which was expanding and contracting in repeated ejaculations, each one firing a thick stream of cum deep into my wife's sex pit.

When it was over, neither of us could move. Finally, Vanessa moaned, "Oh my god... that was out of this world! Hal should have come home with me and watched a real fuck master at work between my legs."

"What a wonderful thing to say!" I whispered. "Thank you!"

"No... thank you. You just made your wife cum at least 10 times and the last ones were the best I've ever had!"

"Can we talk now, Honey?"

"Only if you stay on top of me and leave that fantastic cock inside my pussy while we're talking."

"That won't be a problem," I grinned.

Lying atop my wife's body with my cock still deep inside her cunt was sensuously erotic.

"I don't know any clever way of saying this so I'm just going to say it. I know that I'm the one who begged you repeatedly to start having sex with other men and that you only agreed to please me.

"Ssshhhhh... be quite, Darling. I know what you're going to say... I know what you want. You want me to stop seeing all those other men, don't you?"

"Yes," I said, my voice just a whisper.

"All right, but only if you agree that we can keep doing the erotic things we were doing before that started... I want my hot stud hard and wild to get into me. And speaking of getting into me... you're getting hard again, Lover."

"But all those other men. They're going to be hitting on you constantly," I protested.

"Not a problem, Honey. I'll take care of it. Remember, 'No', still means 'No'. Now you understand don't you that once I end it with all those guys, we can't start this again? We either continue or stop forever. Agreed?"

I nodded eagerly. In reponse, Vanessa smiled warmly and said, "Okay.. but right now, you need to take care of my pussy again. Fuck me, Stud."

Slowly, I began to slid in and out of my wife's pulsing vagina as her hips surged upward to impale her cunt on my cock every time I filled her.

My wife wrapped her arms about my shoulders, her legs about my hips and pulled me hard against her body. Her mouth found mine, and our lips crushed together as her tongue fucked deliciously in and out of my mouth. Fully hard again, our bodies rammed together, both of us grunting on every stroke.

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Revelations:

I left our house Monday morning just shortly after Stan had left for work. I had a lot to do and had to finish before he returned that evening.

My first stop was at Baxter Real Estate that managed the Brentwood apartments. The receptionist smiled at me as soon as I entered.

"Good morning, Mrs. Hager. Is there a problem with your apartment?"

"No. Not at all. Is Mr. Baxter or his assistant available?"

"Mr. Baxter is showing an apartment to a client right now, but I think Mr. Marks is here." She checked and Marks answered her page.

"Mrs. Hager is here. Can you see her?"

"Certainly. Send her right in."

As soon as entered his office, Mr. David Marks rose and greeted me. "Good morning, Vanessa. How can I help you?"

"I just need to cancel the monthly lease on my apartment, David. I won't be needing it any longer."

"Any problems with the apartment?"

"Not at all. It's perfect, but I just don't need it any longer. The rent's paid until the end of the month, but I'll be out of the apartment by the end of this week and you can begin showing it if you like."

"Thank you. That's very considerate of you. If we can ever be of any assistance in the future, please call."

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The apartment was exactly as I had left it Saturday night when my husband called me at "Hal's". I had to smile when I thought of my sexy husband's amateurish attempts to follow me and find my secret hideaway. I had known he would eventually be so curious that he would follow me. The three "escape" routes had worked beautifully. All I had to do was enter a parking garage or a large building, exit by some other door, take a cab to the Brentwood apartments, and later take a cab back to my car. Simple. The best plans are always the simple ones.

The apartment was nice, but I was more than glad to be leaving it. Spending two or three evenings a week alone in the place had gotten to be a drag after four months. The times I spent the entire night were particularly boring.

I spent two hours loading every thing into my BMW... clothes, stereo set, TV, DVD player, cosmetics, and jewelry. I threw the cheap dinner ware and plates into the trash along with the leftover food in the fridge. After two hours, the only things remaining were the "materials" I had used for the past four months and the hot outfit I planned to wear that evening.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table to take stock of all my "materials". The computer and custom hi-fi speakers occupied the center of the table. I brought up the "YouPorn" site and smiled thinking of the hours I had spent those first weeks finding clips sent in by various horny couples of their sexual activities. After several hours of searching, I had found numerous clips of bedsprings squeaking and women groaning as some stud fucked them. I counted 14 clips that had male grunts and their sexy comments as they nailed their cocks into a waiting cunt. Sound fidelity over a cell phone is poor. Poor Stan had no way of telling it wasn't me squealing and moaning.

With no further need of the clips, I erased all of them from the computer's memory. I also removed the "YouPorn" site from my internet bookmarks. Next, I brought up the file of pornographic photos that I had spent hours collecting. Every photo featured some big-titted, blonde slut whose body was an excellent match for mine. I deleted the entire file.

The file of edited photos brought a smile to my face. There were dozens. Everyone had one of the blonde sluts either showing off her body or sucking or being fucked by some nameless stud. In many cases, the stud was a well-endowed black man. I thought it was funny that Stan had never noticed that none of the photos I had sent him over the last four months showed the woman's face. Using either "Photoshop" or "Paint", I had carefully cropped the woman's face and edited out any identifying tattoos or inappropriate pubic hair. It had been child's play to fool my naive husband. When men look at porno photos of women, all they ever examine are their tits, ass, and cunt along with the cocks inside their holes. I deleted the file.

My vibrators, huge dildoes, and butt plugs were all in my "fuck box" at the side of the table. I had to admit to myself that I had enjoyed stretching my pussy and ass holes with them. After all, that's what my hot hubby wanted to see... and the whole idea was to "Give Hubby What He Wants". I wondered how many times I had cum on those toys in the last four months. After some consideration, I decided to keep all of the toys.

My notebook of "lovers" and my various "sex sessions" with each of them was also lying in my "fuck box". Opening it, I saw the listing of their "names" in neat, alphabetic order. There were check marks through the ninth name, "Ian". Aloud, I said, "Sorry Jack, Karl, Leon, and the rest of you. You don't get to fuck me." I began to laugh. After some thought, I decided to rent a safety deposit box and keep the notebook there. On some future anniversary, I might give it to Stan as a present.

Finally, I went to fridge and removed the small metal case that was the most deviously devised part of my plan. Returning to the table, I set the box in front of me, unlocked the lid, and opened it. As I stared at its contents, I shook my head in wonder at the sheer cleverness it represented. Stan had had no chance to see through the deception. However, I had given him a clue at the very start when I had said, "I promise... that I will never, ever cheat on you", but he hadn't realized the significance of my comment.

For at least five minutes, I stared at the 50 or so small, sterile vials that were still inside the box. Originally, the box had contained 100 such empty vials. For three weeks after agreeing to begin fucking other men, I had seduced Stan into screwing me at least twice a day. When we finished, I would go to the bathroom, as women often do after being fucked, and carefully collect as much of his semen from my vagina as I could. Whatever I could collect was safely stored in one of the sterile vials and later placed in the fridge in my apartment. Toward the end of the third week, I had over 50 vials of Stan's semen stored and ready for use. After that, every time my randy husband shot a huge load of cum into me, it later went into one of the vials.

With over 50 vials of "ammunition" ready, I called my eager husband at work and told him I had a date with "Alex" and not to wait up for me. Of course, I knew he would. I laughed again at the memory of my watching TV in the apartment until almost 3 AM while I knew Stan was at home with a raging erection and probably jacking off. But I was having fun too with the butt plug up my ass and one of the large dildoes in my cunt so I would be properly stretched.

Just before leaving the apartment at 2:45 AM, I had taken out six vials and emptied the contents of four of them into my cunt and the other two inside my ass. To complete the picture, I had mussed up my hair and smeared my make up. I also put on a pair of stockings that I had ripped for effect. Naturally, I removed my bra and panties. Fifteen minutes later, my wildly excited husband was enjoying his "freshly-fucked, slutty wife".

With a little regret, I flushed the remaining semen down the toilet and discarded the box and vials into a trash bag that I later threw into the dumpster on my way out of the apartment.

I poured myself another cup of coffee. As I sipped it, I reflected on the last four months. I had had a wonderful time planning and executing what was probably the most elaborate deception any wife has ever perpetrated. In the process, I had given Hubby what he wanted, a hot, slutty, whorish wife.

The results of my deception were that my husband's fantasy had been fulfilled, and he had learned that some things are much better if they remain just a fantasy. As icing on the cake, Stan and I were now enjoying the hottest sex any married couple has ever enjoyed. We had gotten into hot flashing and sexy, erotic roleplay, both of which are safe and wonderful catalysts for heating up married sex. As the coup de grace, Stan still had a pristine pure and faithful wife although it would be some time before I told him this.

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Roleplay:

I had gotten home a little after 5:00 PM only to find the house empty. After Vanessa and I had agreed that she would stop seeing other men, I was confident that she must be out shopping and not fucking some guy, but nevertheless, I was disappointed at not finding her home.

By 7:00 PM, my wife was still not home, and I was beginning to worry. I was considering calling the hospitals and maybe the police when the front doorbell rang. The woman standing in the doorway was a ravishingly beautiful brunette whom I didn't recognize.

"Can I help you?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.

"The question is 'Can I help you, Honey?' Vanessa sent me over to see if you need any... eh... any ... service. She said to tell you not to wait up for her as she's going to be ... eh... how should I put this ... going to be busy all night with Brad. At least, I think she said Brad."

My mouth fell open in shock. I just couldn't believe my wife would break our agreement so soon.

"Why don't you close your mouth, Honey, and ask a girl in. I'm sure we can have a good time together. Are you interested or not?"

When I didn't answer, the woman just walked in uninvited. "You seem to be having trouble deciding, Lover. Maybe this will help you make up your mind." With one fluid motion the brunette unzipped her tight dress and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood in front of me wearing black stockings, red heels, and a red and white polka dot bra with matching garter belt and thong.

My disguised wife looked fantastic. I suddenly realized how much hotter this was than her being gone all evening while I waited in our house alone.

Even in her black wig, false eyelashes, darker make up, and new clothes, I recognized my wife's hot body with those gorgeous, big tits. "You say my wife's out with some guy named Brad? And she's not coming home until morning?"

"That's what she told me, Honey. My guess is that he's probably already fucking the hot slut. So, what's it going to be? Should I leave or are you interested in what you see?" She looked at my crotch, saw the bulge of my hard cock, and said, "He certainly looks interested."

"So am I. What's your name?"

"Vicky. Have you had dinner yet?"

"No. I was waiting for Vanessa."

"Forget that slut. So what's it going to be, Honey? EF or FF?"

"What?"

"EF --- Eat First, or FF --- Fuck First?"

"How about FF then EF then F all night long?"

Vicky grinned as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. The huge tits I knew so well bounced on her chest. "Now THAT'S what I call a great plan, Lover." Sitting down on the couch, she spread her legs wide open and pulled the flimsy thong to one side baring her wet, open, and very ready cunt. "Get naked, Stud, and fuck me right here on this couch. Hurry. Give me what your whore wife is probably already getting right now."

My wife never looked more sensuous and inviting. I LOVED IT!

Ten minutes later, "Vicky" legs were high in the air over my back as my cock slugged in and out of her pussy. As the fucking became more and more intense, we both groaned from the delicious feeling of cock moving in and out of cunt.

"Do you think my wife will tell me who fucked her tonight and all the hot sexy details?" I asked.

"Who gives a shit about that whore, Honey. FUCK ME HARDER, BABY. I'M ABOUT CUM! PUMP THE LOAD INTO MEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

All thoughts of other men vanished as my cock sank deep inside my wonderful wife's hot cunt.

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