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From: "Rainbow Bee" <rainbowbee@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} My Husband (cheat voy Mf F reverse/cuckold,) 
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Date: Tue, 06 Feb 2007 14:10:02 -0500
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The idea that my husband would cheat gave me chills. He'd been furtively
checking out this girl's backside all evening at the party...her bubble ass
poking out from her mini skirt... she had been noticing my husband's looks,
and avoiding my glares. She had been brushing past him and flirting worse as
the night and drinking wore on...somehow, the three of us ended up on the
bed in the dimly lit guestroom, retreating from the mayhem.

I had been silently fighting the "spins" for some time, and my husband knew
all too well that I was past my limit. He was laying in between me and the
girl. She laid quietly with her back to him.

After some time, my guy slid closer to the drunk scantily clad girl on the
guest bed, away from me. We had all had too much to drink...and at some
point I guess he thought I had passed out. While I silently clutched the
bed, my husband rolled onto his side towards the teenager. I heard a rustle
as he reached down and began stroking her crotch, and she apparently wasn't
resisting... I glanced down quietly as his hips moved closer up behind her
ass...her mini skirt was hiked up over her hip. They were in a "spoon"
position, and he was feeling her up.

Through my alcohol haze, I tried to decide what to do. Somehow, I remained
frozen, and became a voyeur in spite of my anger...I wanted to know just how
far he would take this.

He continued to toy with her, touching and exploring for quite awhile and
then I heard their breathing get a bit louder as he worked at secretly
entering her. He started humping slowly, poking his dick or entry past her
panties, then he remained still for a minute...I guess to see if I had
noticed.

My heart was pounding... I couldn't believe she'd give it up to him so
easily, or that he'd try to fuck her while laying right next to me. The
smell of alcohol stained the air. I was facing their backs, but I could see
his hand reaching around to squeeze her banana-shaped tit, then his body
contorted with a slow, long stroke towards her ass. I heard his barely
perceptible whine as he slid his dick deep into her snug warm slit. He was
inside her. And I knew it.

Angry and prickling with sweat, I could hear his stifled breathing and see
his ass move back as he pulled outward to get his first stroke...he resisted
the urge to plunge freely...and I could tell he was trying not to wake me.

He started to make a short, slow fuck motion. His ass was moving back and
forth with the slightest movement, getting away with slipping his dick into
some hot teen-aged slut right next to me. My husband was lost in the sucking
grip of her young, willing cunt, loving that his dickhead was catching back
and forth in her pussy...working his hungry dick.

I was helplessly awash in dizziness from the alcohol I drank, and couldn't
decide what to do. Part of me wanted to punch him and scream...the other
part was fixed on picturing the pink of her inner lips grabbing as his prick
slowly sunk and withdrew from her twinging, excited tight hole, how good it
must be feeling to his dick...their wet sex sliding together, back and
forth.

Was she feeling victorious, that she could have sex with my man? And my
husband...he just had to keep mindlessly poking into someone else's pussy?

I agonized as the subtle jerks increased, titillated, but I was pissed off
at the same time. "Should I stop him now, or wait until just before he
comes?" I wondered, as I secretly reached down to my erect clit. I couldn't
let him come in someone else...I had to at least stop that.

Sweaty moisture heaved with their fuck motion up to my face, but I pretended
to be passed out. I could smell the heavy scent of sex and juices. This
seemed to go on forever, his hot back to me, and I could detect his slow,
short fucking motion into this other girl...while he guiltily resisted hard
fucking that would wake me up. His load must have been increasing to the
bursting point - hot, thick, and burning heavily in his balls...trying not
to let it go in her milking pussy.

If I could have had my way then, I would have reached over and stuck my hand
into their pumping wet sex, stroking his surging tool as it stuck and hung
up in her tight little pussy. I could feel he was fucking his super-hard
cock slowly into her cunt with short deliberate strokes. Suddenly her leg
lifted in the air to accommodate him. Her white sock glowed on her foot in
the dim light, waving with little jerks as she spread her legs for him.

I knew my husband wanted to secretly shoot his load into that slut...Their
passion mounted, and the bed started to squeak. He froze. Her bouncing white
sock lowered.

He glanced back at me, but I stayed still with my eyes closed. For a long
time I listened to his labored breathing, wondering if his conscience was
finally kicking in...maybe he was giving up on this deceitful act.

Waiting, waiting, it seemed like a half-hour before he resumed a slow fuck
stroke. His pumping resumed...and I knew that he'd been laying there the
whole time, throbbing and connected with his throbbing dick hung up inside
her pussy like a locked pair of dogs... refusing to disconnect from his
prize, making sure I was passed out.

Then it began in earnest again, I could hear a sticky wet sound his dick was
making between her legs as he slid in and out of her hole. The bed was
rocking, and he was letting it go this time. My heart pounding in my ears,
as I writhed in my own anguished prickling heat. My own pussy was twinging
like mad.

There was no reluctance in him, and I laid there hypnotized by the sloppy
sounds and the jerking bed underneath us. He was pumping in a primal beat,
slave to his urge to fill her squeezing needy slit with his dick. He was so
engrossed, (or drunk), that I decided I could move and get a better look. I
moved down the bed slowly for a closer view in the dim light. His back was
arching spasmodically, and wet sucking sounds issued from between their
spread out legs and locked organs....their wet action was suddenly within my
sights...Both their legs were spread and slightly aloft, revealing the
fleshy union between their legs. The pink of her inner lips stretching
around his cock as it sunk and withdrew from her twinging hole. Her panties
were squeezed to the side of his plunging cock and wildly bobbing
balls...his cum-loaded dick getting sucked into her puffy pussy lips.

I watched him raise her bobbing leg, on their sides spooning doggy-style,
his back hunching involuntarily. He was really digging it into her, deep and
fast. I could plainly see his dick filling her cunt completely, balls wildly
bobbing and squeezed up against her wet ass. "It's good", he quietly rasped.
My nostrils filled with the heady smell of their moist sex, and helplessly
watched the fleshy blur of his repeated quick cock thrusts fill her
squelching cunt.

They were headed towards a mutual, milking cum. He'd completely forgotten
about me! Suddenly, I heard the girl's boyfriend calling her name, coming up
the stairs. They both jumped up, and he checked and looked back at me on the
bed, but I was still feigning being passed out. Through squinted eyes, I
watched as she scurried out the bedroom door, pulling down her mini skirt.

As it turned out, I didn't have to break them up after all. My drunk
cheating husband crawled back into bed, shook my shoulder a couple of times,
then satisfied I didn't know a thing, fell to sleep almost immediately laid
there, rubbing myself into a cum, and wanting to strangle him pissed and
excited at the same time.

The next day, all the hung-over guests that stayed the night crawled out of
their rooms and off couches to try to resume some state of sobriety, coffee
was passed around liberally. I sat out on the veranda, trying to make sense
of the night before, and to try to quiet my inner turmoil. I didn't want a
cheating husband...so, why hadn't I stopped him? Why was I reluctant to
confront him? Why was the thought turning me on at the same time that I
wanted to kill both of them? My head spun and I drank my coffee in brooding
silence while he visited with our host inside the house. Then I overheard
the girl's all-too-familiar "titter", laughing with the fellows again
indoors.

My husband came out to check on me, I grunted something about being
hung-over, and he was gone. It felt just a little too much like he was
double-checking on me, and less like concern for his wife, so I suspected
something was "up". I walked quietly around the perimeter of the house to
see if I could overhear him inside...but then I got more than just a chance
at eavesdropping. I heard his voice outside - and I peeked around the far
corner of the garage. He and the girl were chatting in a "blind spot" that
they must have figured would be perfectly private, and I could only see the
tops of their heads.

I felt a jealous flush, and being more sober this time, resolved that if he
laid a hand on her, I'd break it up but good. I worked down a sloping bank
next to the garage, behind some thick landscaping, and got myself a view in
full daylight. I was camouflaged behind the greenery. She was leaning back
against the house, still wearing the same skimpy mini skirt from the night
before. My husband moved closer and asked something I couldn't make out,
then reached right out and started feeling her up. Her boob slipped out of
her loose halter top, he grabbed it, tweaked her rubber-eraser nipple then
leaned in and kissed her mouth. She seemed just a bit reluctant to kiss him.


While he yanked down his sweats with one hand, his ass popping out in plain
view, he turned her around with his other hand and indicated for her to put
her hands on the wall, while pulling up her little skirt to reveal her ass.
He then grabbed her round buns with both hands while she stood spread-eagled
and submissive, and her blinking asshole and slit sprang into full view when
he pulled her panties aside.

He freed his dick from his sweats, and his hard-on was bobbing between his
legs. He stroked it with one hand as he poked into her slit with his finger
on the other hand, and each of them were fully revealed to me from the
rear...her pink pussy and his bobbing cock as he staggered closer for a
doggy-style entry.

This was the time to intervene, but even while I was pissed off, again, I
just needed to finger myself to a cum before I stopped him. This time,
thinking that I was completely out of the way, he poked at her cunt a couple
of times, then popped it right in and plunged into her from behind fucking
with instant abandon. His knees bent and legs parted like a bow-legged dog
as he pumped freely into her perky young cunt. The waistband of his sweats
cut into his thighs, and his nuts happily swung, slapping her clit.

After some loose long strokes, his balls tightened and almost disappeared as
he seemed to key in to the right spot. He was fucking faster, and more
directly into her. It seemed to be the right spot for her, too, because her
back suddenly rose up in response, and her leg lifted up to the side. Her
ass cheeks humped up like two battered balloons with his intense thrusts.

It tormented me to watch this dead-on view of my man's tool hooked-up in
another woman...but I couldn't move.

Sunlight illuminated their humping bodies, and I was watching my husband get
knotted up deeply inside her rubbery pussy...like he couldn't have twisted
away if he'd tried.

His long dick (that I knew so well), and her pink hole looked like a matched
set of inseparable flesh pistons. His asshole winked back at me with every
deep, frenzied, victorious stroke. It was getting wet and shiny round their
pumping sex. I never knew his back could arch so deeply, or so quickly...so
animal. She was whimpering...just pushing all the pussy she could put out
there for my husband.

I agonized, but couldn't say anything, and couldn't look away. I knew my
husband's style, and I could tell he was going for a quick cum, probably to
relieve his aching balls, and to make sure he wouldn't lose this chance to
empty a nut into this bitch, since his cum had been interrupted the night
before.

He was totally aiming into one area of her cunt, fast true cock strokes that
were hitting the button for both of them. Her knees were bent and trembling
as he plunged into her from behind. I was watching their organs pump
together, her fur being pushed in and drawn out with his rapid strokes -
reddened, swollen and wet, they both headed for a cum, and I was too addled
to stop him.

He suddenly yanked his stiff wet dick out of her hungry hole and forced her
down on her knees. She looked back at him with a questioning look, and he
stabbed his aching hard-on towards her face, stroking it.

Within seconds, his load was spraying on her lips, and he milked himself
while his whole body shuddered, grimacing, whimpering, and his eyes squeezed
tight. His cum sprayed in straight, forceful jets...and she was trying to
get to his plump dick-head with her tongue, but he was fisting it too
frantically for her to get her mouth around it. She was frantically licking
his spurting pee-hole.

Finally, as his motions subsided, she leaned in and sucked his spent cock
all the way to his wet pubic fur, his nuts cupping her chin. She sucked him
clean, and his body swayed.

Just then, her boyfriend busted through the tall wooden gate and thrashed at
them both...my husband fell with his pants around his ankles, and his spent
dick in the dirt, frantically slapped back at her guy. I hastily retreated
to the veranda and sat, trying to look bored. My husband limped around the
corner within seconds, told me it was time to go...and I allowed him to
usher me to our car. He was out of breath, and I asked him where he'd been.

"There was some leaky plumbing at the back of the house I was helping to
fix.", he stated flatly.

I've never pressed him about the incident since. I knew I'd have to explain
what I was doing in the bushes...watching.
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