Acknowledgement:
Once again I am deeply indebted to Mr. Art Martin for his more
than able assistance in proofreading, editing, and making
numerous suggestions for text changes and additions to "A Wife's
Deception". All of Art's suggestions and corrections have been
incorporated into the final version of the story. As was the
case with "Deric's Wager" and "Hot Married Pussy", his
contributions to the story far exceed the simple correction of
punctuation and spelling errors. They have resulted in
improvements to the flow of the story and produced a
significantly enhanced level of eroticism.
For those of you have not had the pleasure of reading some of
Art Martin's work, I suggest you log onto the following URL and
enjoy some truly sensuous and erotic stories that are very well
written:
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/files/Authors/Art_Martin/www/www/
I particularly recommend his most recently posted story on
www.asstr-mirror.org, "A Well Laid Plan". This story is highly erotic
with a very creative plot. After my initial reading, the
foremost thought in my mind was "I wish I had written this."
Don't miss it... RLM
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A Wife's Deception
by RLM
Prologue:
The lights on the TV were still flickering in the darkened
living room of my home, but I saw none of the images that came
and went. I was still too stunned by what had been happening
over the past few weeks. As I sat unmoving on the couch, still
attempting to digest recent events, I could not help but wonder
how in the world something like this could have possibly come
about without my having an inkling of what was occurring.
Surely, somewhere, there must have been a harbinger of coming
events that I had missed or overlooked or seen, but not
appreciated.
With my wife and children visiting their maternal grandparents
for the weekend, I had nothing but time on my hands, time in
which to solve the riddle. While I felt a burning need to
understand what had happened and why, I realized that there was
no extreme urgency. I had time, time to think, to consider, to
evaluate. Realizing that there was no point in postponing the
problem, I let my thoughts drift backwards in time to the point
it all began:
The Background:
It was almost exactly twenty years ago that I had entered the
university as an engineering major. Like most freshman, I was
nervous about my new surroundings and the challenges that lay
before me. However, my father had been a superb mentor and
teacher, which gave me a huge advantage over my fellow
classmates. His instructions were simple: Work hard. Use all
of your talents. Budget your time carefully for both study and
recreation. Do not be fearful of making mistakes. When you
make mistakes, as you will, correct them, learn from them, and
then move on. Finally, do your absolute best and offer no
apologies because no one can do more than their best.
I followed his advice to the best of my ability and found that
none of the difficulties that seemed to plague other students
ever visited me. My grades were good to excellent. Even more
importantly, I was learning a great deal from my courses, which I
was able to remember and use in future courses. I also found
that my professors were pleased with my creativity and
initiative, which, in large measure, were the result of my
father's advice not to be fearful. Finally, because I budgeted
my time, I was able to enjoy all the pleasures that college life
had to offer, the major one of which was, of course, girls.
To my great delight, I soon found that college girls were much
more liberated and sexually active than the girls I had known and
dated in high school. While in high school, I had not been able
to rid myself of my unwanted virginity until I finally dated
Gloria Steadman when I was a junior. On the first date, I had
succeeded in getting her tits out and feeling her pussy through
her panties. On the second date, I made her cum with my tongue
on her clit while she sucked me off and swallowed most of my
load. On the third date, I fucked her three times. I had told
her I was a virgin and that seemed to enflame her desire even
more.
Unfortunately, Gloria seemed to be one of a kind in high
school. I never managed to get into another girl during my
junior year and only scored with two girls when I was a senior.
So, I was relatively inexperienced as a college freshman.
Because of my athletic ability and my good grades, I had my
choice of fraternities and pledged within one month of arriving
on campus.
My first frat party was an eye opener. A lot of the girls were
freshman and new pledges in their sorority. That night, I danced
with probably 6 different girls and all of them, in one way or
another, let me know that they were available. It was literally
a sexual buffet. I finally ended up driving one sexy redhead
back to her sorority house, but only after taking a long detour
to the local lakeshore where we made out and fucked in the back
seat of my car. When I told her that I didn't have a condom, she
informed that I didn't need one as she was on the pill.
"Really?" I remember saying very surprised. None of the girls
in my high school class were taking birth control pills as far as
I knew.
Her reply was, "Of course I'm on the pill. All the girls in
the sorority are. It's the first thing the sorority sisters tell
the pledges. Get on the pill."
The following week, I asked one of my more senior frat brothers
about her reply. He said, "Yeah. She's telling you the truth.
All the sorority girls are on the pill. I think there's a lot of
peer pressure on them to date different guys and have sex... at
least until they settle on someone more permanent. After that,
they still fuck like rabbits but only one or two guys."
That's pretty much the way it went throughout all of my
freshman year and sophomore years. By the time I was a second
semester junior, I had screwed 27 different girls, most of them
many times. Then, I met Arlene. It was in the Library. I was
studying for an examination in differential equations when I saw
this unbelievable girl. Simply put, she was a drop-dead
gorgeous blonde, with an almost non-existent waist, full flared
hips, and twin cannons on her chest that had to be 36DD or
bigger. She was about 5' 7", maybe 125 lbs, with a centerfold
face. There was no way I could take my eyes off of her.
Differential equations were quickly forgotten as I alternated
between staring at her large, thrusting breasts and her gorgeous
legs. Her tight red sweater showed little cleavage, but still
could not conceal the large mounds underneath. Although she was
wearing jeans, they were skintight so that the sensuous shape of
her legs was evident. In fact, her legs looked awesome in her
two-inch heels. The thought of what they would look like in a
mini-skirt and 4-inch heels had my cock hard as iron. Even
though I knew that I had no chance with this beauty, I had to
try. I would never have been able to live with myself if I had
let her get away without even making an effort.
Walking up to her table, I looked straight into her eyes and
smiled. "Hi. We don't know each other, but I simply cannot let
you just walk away without making an effort to change that. I'm
Ralph Taynor, junior in electrical engineering, and member of Phi
Gamma Delta fraternity. I notice that you're not wearing a ring
so I know you're not engaged to someone, but I also know that you
must have a dozen boy friends begging for dates. You are simply
the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Would you consider
having lunch or dinner with me so you'll have a chance to get to
know me so that when I ask you for a date, I'll have a chance
greater than zero of getting a positive response?"
The beauty looked me over for almost 30 seconds, cocked her
head to one side, and nodded thoughtfully. I had no idea whether
this was a good or a bad sign. All I could do was wait and hope.
Finally, she smiled. "Hi. I'm Arlene Barrick, also a junior,
not a Greek. I live in independent student housing, and I'm a
marketing major. And for your information, I do not have a dozen
men asking me for dates. In fact, I haven't had a date in a
month. I love your honest, straightforward approach."
"Is that a 'yes'?" I asked, holding my breath.
"Sort of. I seems to me that having dinner with you qualifies
as a date. Wouldn't you consider it a date?"
"I would, but I was trying to go slow to give myself a better
chance. Let me rephrase. Would you go out with me Friday night
for dinner? I know a place where we can dance afterwards."
Arlene took out a pad, wrote on something on it, and then
handed me a slip of paper. On it, she had written down her
address and her phone number. "I'll be ready whenever you are."
It was all I could do to keep from jumping up and down. "I'll
pick you up at 7:30 PM. Ok?"
"I'll be ready. Now go away so I can study for an exam," she
said with a soft smile.
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Our first date was wonderful. Arlene was as bright and bubbly
as she was beautiful. Later, I couldn't even remember what I had
ordered for dinner. Dancing was marvelous. I had tried to pull
her close, but she had put her hand on my chest to gently let me
know that I was going too fast. I immediately backed off, which
brought a big smile of approval to her face. I interpreted the
smile to mean that she liked the fact that I wanted to hold her
close, but was highly pleased that I was a gentleman who could
take 'no' for an answer without getting angry or feeling that my
masculine pride was injured.
When I took her back to her apartment, she told me she had had
a wonderful time. She also leaned forward and offered me her
lips in a soft goodnight kiss. I floated back to my car after
asking her for another date the next night, which she accepted.
By the end of a month, we were dating regularly. We were
dancing close and her kisses had become passionate. However,
when I put my hand over her breast during one long kiss, she
immediately backed away. I looked puzzled.
"I'm sorry, Ralph. I really like you... a lot. In fact, more
than a lot. But kissing is as far as I go before marriage. You
once asked me why I didn't pledge a sorority. The answer is that
sorority girls are under a lot of pressure to have sex. During
rush week, I was invited to visit several sororities, which I
did. At every one of them, I was asked by the members if I was
still a virgin. I told them that I had had some sex during high
school, but since then I had been celibate. Without exception,
they all assured me that my celibate status would change within a
couple of weeks after joining a sorority. In fact, a couple of
girls said it wouldn't last through the first party. So, I
declined all the invitations to join."
After some uncomfortable silence, Arlene asked, "Do you still
want to keep seeing me knowing this?"
"Absolutely! If you can put up with my occasionally trying to
get you to change your mind, I can put up with your saying 'no'.
That being settled, she kissed me passionately again, and this
time, I kept my hands away from her breasts. We continued to
date throughout my junior and senior years, without my ever
getting to touch her breasts. Once, during a particularly
passionate kissing session, I pulled her closer and she felt my
raging erection against her thigh.
She moaned softly and then said, "You're so hard. That must be
very painful for you. Would you like to stop?"
"Of course not, unless you want to stop. Do you?"
"No. Keep kissing me. I don't mind feeling you against my
thigh, but don't move it. Just keep it pressed against me, and
it will be all right."
That's as far as I ever got with Arlene. It was obvious why
she had had no dates for a month that first time I asked her.
The men who had asked her out couldn't stand not being allowed to
touch her.
Toward the end of my senior year, I proposed marriage to
Arlene. She accepted immediately. After that, I thought I might
be more successful. To some extent, I was. I was now permitted
to caress her breasts when we courted and kissed, but only
through her blouse. Her pussy remained totally off limits. On
the day we were married, I had still not even seen it, much less
touched or penetrated it.
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An hour before the ceremony, Arlene got me off to one side of
the chapel and whispered softly, "Ralph. I love you. Deeply,
and I love the thought that soon I'll be your wife. I also want
you to know that I know how hard it has been for you to resist
having sex with me or, for that matter, even touching or feeling
me. You've honored my wishes for well over a year, and tonight,
I intend to make you very, very glad you waited."
She kissed me lightly and hurried off to get ready.
Our wedding night was quite different from what I imagined it
would be. I assumed that Arlene would be very nervous about
having sex for the first time since high school. Nothing could
have been further from the truth.
The ceremony was beautiful. Our parents were happy for us,
even thrilled. After the reception, we were both anxious and had
a very difficult time concealing it. When we finally arrived at
our hotel later that evening, I asked my new bride if she was
hungry. Her answer got me hard as stone.
"I'm starving, but not for food. I want your body. I want it
in me, and I want it now. Take me up to the room... Hurry! I'm
on fire."
She didn't have to ask me twice. As soon as we were in the
elevator, Arlene grabbed me and crushed her mouth on mine, her
tongue driving inside. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and moaned,
"Feel my ass. Put your hand under my dress and feel me. Oh god,
hurry." Her hips were hunching back and forth as if we were
already fucking. Just hearing her saying the word "ass" was
enough to get me hard as stone. I was afraid I might cum when I
actually felt her ass beneath her panties.
Arlene's mouth returned to mine with her lips wide open
inviting me inside. I accepted her invitation eagerly as my hand
moved up her dress to the top of her stockings. The fact that
she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose made my erection
throb even harder.
"Ohhhhh god... I can't wait! Tell me how big it is."
"Slightly over eight inches," I said with not just a little
masculine pride.
"OOohhhh my god!!" I felt her entire body shudder and tremble.
"Go higher," she groaned. "Feel your wife's hot cunt."
I could scarcely believe that the Arlene I knew had said, "hot
cunt", but an aching throb let me know that my cock was very
pleased. When my hand reached her panties, they were soaked with
her cuntal secretions. Her hips drove against my hand, and I
pushed the sodden garment deep into her slick, wet slit. Her
big, excited, erect clitoris throbbed at the top of her slit
where it protruded from its protective hood. It was huge! I
rubbed my finger over it... Arlene exploded!
"AAAHHHHHHHHHH.... UUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHH... OOHH GOD! I'M
CUMMING!"
It had taken her less than a minute to cum. I couldn't believe
it, but I knew it was absolutely true because I could feel her
clit and pussy throbbing through the drenched material of her
panties, and the juices she had ejaculated when she came were now
dripping off my fingers.
Unexpectedly, the elevator stopped at the seventh floor where
two men who looked to be in their early twenties got on.
Arlene's vagina was still throbbing, her secretions still
cascading down her thighs and stockings. Of course, I had begun
to remove my hand from beneath her dress when the elevator
stopped. She had moaned and clamped her thighs tightly about my
hand, trapping it.
The aroma of aroused cunt filled the small elevator
compartment. There was no possible way the men could miss it,
not only because of the unmistakable smell of sex but also
because my bride was hunching her hips against my trapped hand.
She closed her eyes and moaned.
Both men stared, transfixed by the sight of this gorgeous
female who was clearly in the throes of an intense orgasm
thrusting her pussy against my hand that was still beneath her
dress. Glancing down, I saw they were both already hard.
At floor eleven, the doors opened again, and I led my wife into
the hallway. As we exited, one of the men said, "Are you sure
you can handle her, Buddy? We're in room 1314. If you need any
help, give us a call."
I started to answer, but Arlene did it for me. She turned to
face the men, pulled up her dress to let them see my hand
covering her pussy, and said, "This hot stud made me cum in less
than a minute after he got me on the elevator. He's got a
monster 8-inch cock that I can't wait to get into my cunt. He's
way out of your league, guys. Don't hold your breath waiting for
him to call you."
I felt ten feet tall. We practically ran down the hallway to
our room. Once inside, Arlene asked, "Did I embarrass you,
Honey?"
"Hardly. You made me feel wonderful!"
"Good. That's the way you're going to be feeling from now on.
Oh shit! I'm so hot! Get your wife naked, Lover. Use me! I
want your big cock in every one of my holes. If I tell you to
stop and let me rest, just tell me to shut up and keep fucking
me!"
I pulled my new wife into my arms and kissed her, hard and
deep, as my hands explored the lush contours of her incredibly
sexy ass. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and moaned, "Please, take
your cock out. You have no idea how many times over the last
year when I've felt it so damn hard and excited that I wanted to
see it... to suck it... to have it in my cunt. SHOW IT TO ME!"
"Take it out if you want to see it."
The command made Arlene tremble so hard she had difficulty
extracting my iron-hard weapon. When she finally got it out, it
was standing at rigid attention. As her hands ran up and down
its length, my prick throbbed and jerked in her hand like a live,
ready to strike, snake. "OOOoohhh god! It's beautiful. So
big... so powerful... so masculine! AAaaaahhh... just feeling it
is about to make me cum again!"
I moved us backward to a chair and sat down, pulling Arlene
onto my lap. As she settled herself, I pulled her dress up to
her hips leaving nothing between her cunt and my cock but her
sodden panties. A moment later, my cock sprang out between her
legs. She shuddered as it rubbed up against the thin material of
her panties.
Arlene gripped my prick and began to slowly stroke it, never
taking her eyes off the big throbbing head. "OOOOHhhhhh God!
You're so big, baby. That's gonna stretch me!"
My hands rapidly opened the top of her dress, unhooked her bra,
and pulled it from her body. Her 36DD tits tumbled out. They
were even more gorgeous than I had been imagining in my fantasies
for over a year. Arlene began to moan as my cock rubbed against
her big clit. Every time my fingers pinched and pulled on her
erect nipples, her pussy throbbed in response.
"Do you want it?" I huskily asked.
"Oh-ah... oh-ah... oh-ah," she gasped as her body quivered too
much for her to speak.
"Put it in. Now!"
Her entire body began to shake at the command. "AAAHHHH...
cummingg... I'M CUMMINGGGG!!"
"I don't care if you're cumming or not. I told you to put my
cock in. DO IT!"
Arlene wailed in helpless passion. Her clitoris and vagina
pulsed and contracted again and again as she struggled to gain
enough control to pull her panties aside and insert my precum
slickened, fuck-stick into her throbbing cunt. Her hands
trembled as she pushed the head into her vagina and then dropped
her hips downward. All eight inches of cock slid smoothly into
her hot, drenched pussy. I could feel her hot channel pulsing
and contracting around my cock as she started up-down motions,
fucking herself on my rod. When I moved my fingers to her big,
throbbing clitoris, she exploded in another orgasm.
I rose out of the chair, picking her up easily with me. She
wrapped her hot legs around my hips and held on as I drove my
cock spike in and out of her spasming pussy. Every time I
dropped her, her clit slammed against my pubic bone sending
shivers of intense pleasure coursing throughout her body. She
came again. This time her juices gushed out of her tightly
plugged hole. "Fuck me! Fuck Me! FUCK ME!" she howled again
and again.
Slowly, I withdrew my cock, scrapping it over her G-spot and
clit as I pulled it out. "OOohhh god... noooo... put it back in
meeeeeeeee... please... I want it ... want it... in
meeeeeeeeeee!"
It took only a moment to strip Arlene down to her just her high
heels. "Get on the bed," I ordered. "On your back and spread
wide open. I want to see your delicious tits, cunt, and ass. Do
it! Show them to me!"
I peeled off my clothes as my luscious, sensuous wife scrambled
to get herself into the position I had ordered. When she was on
her back, her legs spread wide open, her hands cupping her tits,
she stared at my jerking cock with it long strand of precum
swinging from its bloated head, her body shuddering with desire.
"Ooohhh fuck! Fuck me with it! It's gorgeous!"
"Pull your legs up. You concealed your hot cunt from me for
nearly a year and a half. Now I want to see it. Get your legs
up and back. Pull your pussy open so I can inspect my wife's
hot, fuck hole."
Arlene frantically jerked her legs up and back, bending her
knees and touching them to her large, heaving tits. Her fingers
pried her labia open revealing the pink interior of her vagina.
Her juices were flowing, bubbling out of the pulsing hot hole.
"Look at my cunt, Lover. Look how hot and wet you have your
wife's cunt. Can you see it? Am I holding it open wide enough?
Oh god... tell me!"
"No. You need to spread it wider. Put your fingers inside and
pull it open for my inspection."
Arlene rammed two fingers of each hand into her gaping vagina
and pulled it wide open. I could even see her large clitoris
dancing and pulsing at the top of her cunt.
I mounted her. She groaned in hot passion. Settling deep into
her sex saddle, I ran my tongue over her open mouth. "I'm going
to fuck you now... hard... deep. Then I'm going to cum inside
your cunt. You can imagine how huge the cum load is going to be.
You've made me wait a year and a half. Are you ready to receive
it, my hot sexy wife?"
"AAAHhhhhhhhhhh... god... YES!!! YES!!! FUCK
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
When my cock touched her wet cunt, the fluted lips opened even
wider and easily swallowed my cock head. My wife's body
trembled when she felt it entering her tunnel. I pushed another
three inches into her hot tube. It contracted in hard spasms.
Her body began to shake at the intensity of the feeling. I
pulled the cock back and ran it over the thickened bundle of
flesh just behind her clitoris at the top of her vagina. As the
cock head slid sensuously over the G-spot, Arlene babbled
incoherently, her hole contracted in a hard spasm, and she came
in a series of spastic shudders. I drove my cock to the bottom
of her cunt, hammering all 8-inches of dick in and out of her
cunt.
"I'm gonna cum!!!!"
"Meeeeeeeee...toooo... SHOOT IT INTO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
My buttocks clenched down hard causing my prick to explode and
send volley after volley of thick cum into the bottom of her
vagina right up against the neck of her womb. My orgasm seemed
to just go on and on as months of pent up semen roared down from
my prostate to be ejaculated in thick potent streams into the
convulsing female who arched her hips to take every blast from my
erupting sex gun.
For five minutes, we both gasped for breath, our chests
heaving. I recovered first. Arlene was still breathing hard and
moaning when I pushed my head between her thighs. The gaping
orifice of her cunt was right in front of me. A thin river of
semen was running from her stretched hole. Every so often, a big
wad would belch from her hole and join the cascade of cum running
out of my wife.
When I covered her hole with my mouth and began to eat her like
a starving man, she tried to push me away.
"Oh my god! Ralph. Stop. STOP! I'm a filthy mess down there.
You don't have to do that!"
I ignored her and sucked her big throbbing clit into my mouth
where my tongue flicked it and slashed up and down its throbbing
length.
"GGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA.... UGHHHHGGHH... OOOHHHH FUCKKKKKKK...
THAT'S MARVELOUS... You dirty man... suck me! Suck your wife's
cum-filled cunt, Baby! OOOHHhhhh... shit... do it to
meeeeeeee... make me cummmmmmmm!!"
A moment later, her pussy erupted in yet another intense
orgasm. My cock was rigid with lust again. While my wife was
still moaning in the throes of her orgasm, I pushed her legs back
against her tits to expose her asshole.
"Arch your ass. Pull it open. I'm going to fuck your hot
ass."
"Oohhh yess... YES! Do it to me. In my ass. Hurry! Hurry!
I want you in my ass."
I got off the bed for a moment to get the astroglide I had
brought with me. Arlene moaned in protest. "Nooo... don't leave
me. I need cock in my ass. Come back! Please. Put it in my
ass!"
She groaned with delight when she again felt my body on hers a
moment later. I poured a generous amount of lubricant around
Arlene's asshole and worked it deep into her tube with two
fingers. When she was thoroughly lubed, I asked, "Ready?"
"Oh god yes. Stick it in meeeeeee!"
I pressed the head against her asshole, which resisted at
first, but I gradually exerted more and more force until her
sphincter finally gave up and spread wide open to admit the big
head into her rear passage. The tight feeling was exquisite as
my cock sank into Arlene's sexy ass. My wife grunted with a
mixture of pleasure and pain.
"UUGGHHHHH... aaahhh... UGH, UGH, UGH, UGH ... GOD... SO
DAMN BIG! Oh fuck, that hurts!"
I stopped immediately and started to withdraw, but Arlene's
scream stopped me. "DON'T! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE YOUR GORGEOUS
COCK OUT MY ASS. FUCK ME WITH IT. FUCK ME HARD."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I deserve to be hurt after making you wait for 20 months to
have me. Only a dirty bitch would do that. FUCK YOUR DIRTY
BITCH'S ASS. DO IT... OH PLEASE. DON'T MAKE ME WAIT LIKE I MADE
YOU WAIT. FUCK ME LIKE A COCKTEASING HOT WHORE!!"
I hammered my cock into her ass with authority producing a deep
wail from my impaled wife. When all 8 inches of cock were buried
in her ass, I reached around her hips and began working her
throbbing clit as the fucking began in earnest. Arlene grunted
and howled like a cow as I slammed stroke after stroke into her
rectum.
After ten minutes of fierce fucking, her hole gaped open and
allowed me to slide in and out of her with ease. At one point, I
pulled my cock all the way out and looked at the gaping orifice
that used to be her tight asshole. Now, it was a huge circular
hole that stayed open as if waiting and begging me to fuck my
cock back inside. I pushed it back in and a few strokes later,
my wife's ass began contracting hard around my cock as she
experienced an intense anal orgasm.
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We didn't leave our room for two days. We had all meals
brought up by room service and spent the time fucking. When I
awoke the morning of our third day, I was too tired to move.
Every muscle screamed in agony when I tried to pull myself out of
bed.
"Are you all right?" Arlene asked, obviously concerned.
"Not really. My muscles are so sore, I can hardly move. I'm
sorry, but I just have to rest."
Arlene leaned over and kissed me gently. "I'm sorry, Darling.
I should have allowed you to sleep more last night."
"This is really embarrassing," I groaned. "The most beautiful
wife on the planet, and I'm too exhausted to get it up for her."
"You don't have anything to be embarrassed about, Lover. You
put 17 loads of cum into me in the last 36 hours. Amazing. I'll
tell you what. I'm going to go relax in the pool, do a little
shopping, and get some sun until 5 PM. You sleep and rest so
you'll be ready to ravish me tonight. OK?"
I nodded and was asleep before Arlene left our room.
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Deception:
Arlene and I had married as soon as we finished college. We
were both 21 at the time. Our first child, Megan, was born
during our second year together. Our son, Todd, came a year
later. Megan celebrated her 15th birthday several months back
while Todd's 14th will arrive in a couple of months. Arlene and
I are both 37 now, still with an incredibly hot sex life, and I
had thought, still very much in love. Arlene remains a beautiful
woman with a gorgeous body that turns male and female heads
whenever we go out for the evening. In fact, her added maturity
and 10 extra pounds have, in my opinion, made her look even more
sensuous and voluptuous than when she was 21. Without a doubt,
every man I know envies me and wants to know how in hell I landed
such a gorgeous woman as my wife. When I tell them by not even
touching her breasts for the first 100 or so dates, not one man
believes me.
My engineering firm had become extremely successful by the time
we were in our early thirties. This allowed Arlene to quit her
marketing job and devote full time to raising our children and to
a wide variety of charitable organizations. We had numerous
friends and an exciting, fulfilling life. The only problem I saw
was that Arlene was very strict with our children, particularly
with Megan. It was obvious that she intended for her to be
celibate until marriage. She was almost equally strict with
Todd. When Megan turned 15, this strictness became a very severe
problem when Arlene refused to allow her to date or to wear the
sexy clothes her friends were all wearing. She also imposed a
strict curfew on her. This led to fights that often resulted in
Megan being reduced to tears as Arlene pointed out how shameful
her actions were. I did my best to mitigate the situation, but
had no rebuttal to my wife's insistence that women can't sleep
around like men if they wanted a strong marriage with a good man.
With respect to sex and sleeping around, I found that many of
the wives we knew were attracted to me. Of course this pleased
me and built up my male ego enormously. I always told Arlene
whenever I thought one of the wives was dropping hints as to her
availability. I knew this wasn't necessary because my wife was
more sensitive to this sort of thing than I could ever be, but it
served to establish a bond of love and trust between us.
Actually, I thought my wife was pleased that other women wanted
me because she knew it built up my confidence and thereby made me
a better lover for her. She also knew that I had no interest in
other women. With the hottest, wildest, most beautiful, most
loving wife on the planet, I had no interest in straying and
never had.
Of course, more men hit on my wife than I could possibly count.
That's one of the penalties for having a gorgeous, hot-assed,
blonde bombshell for your wife. I also felt that I never needed
to worry about Arlene being faithful. She was so incredibly
conservative outside of marriage, I knew that I need not be
concerned. So I didn't worry. That is, I didn't worry until
recently.
It had started one afternoon while I was at the office. Around
1 PM, a marketing firm called to find out how to contact my wife.
They were interested in hiring her as an external marketing
consultant and needed to speak with her as soon as possible.
Since my wife rarely carries a cell phone, I took their number
and said I would try to reach her and have her return their call
as soon as possible.
I didn't anticipate any problems, but soon found out otherwise.
After calling all of the civic groups with whom she regularly
did charity work, I had gotten nowhere. No one had seen her that
day. Next, I tried several of her female friends, again with no
success. In the end, I gave up and decided I would just have to
wait until I saw her that evening.
When the family was eating dinner in our dining room that
evening, I mentioned the call and gave her the number. Arlene
wrote it down and said she would call first thing in the morning
even though she doubted that she would be interested.
Innocently, I mentioned having called her friends but couldn't
locate her.
"No. I didn't see any of them today. Spent the entire day
working with the Salvation Army setting things up for their
upcoming fall solicitation campaign."
I said nothing in reply even though I knew Arlene had lied to
me. I had called the Salvation Army and talked with the Director
who had told me that they had been working all afternoon on the
fall solicitation campaign but that he hadn't seen my wife. In
fact, he said, "I wish she had come by today. We could have
certainly used her help. Give her my best when you see her." In
the 16 years of our marriage, I could not bring to mind any other
time when she had deliberately lied to me.
With nothing else to go on, I concluded that maybe she and her
friends were working on a surprise party or something and gave it
no further thought.
Two days later, I decided to ask Arlene if she would like for
me to fix dinner for the kids and then the two of us have a
romantic dinner out. I called our house... no answer. Again, I
called all the civic organization with the same result. No one
had seen her all day. Finally, I tried all of her friends. When
I had her best friend, Helen Marlow, on the phone, she said, "No,
Ralph. I haven't seen Arlene today. You know this is the second
time in three days you've been calling trying to find her.
What's going on?"
"Nothing special. Just wanted to know if she wanted to have
dinner out tonight. She's just hard to locate during the day.
She has so many irons in the fire, so to speak."
"Maybe the problem is that she has an iron in her fire?"
I laughed, really laughed. "Oh come on, Helen. You know
Arlene much better than that. Give me call if she calls you.
Ok?"
"Sure. No problem. And Ralph, I was just kidding about the
iron in her fire. It just popped out of my mouth. I'm sorry."
"Not a problem. See'ya." I hung up, but couldn't get the
image of "an iron in her fire" out of my mind.
I finally managed to get hold of Arlene around 5 PM and asked
her about dinner. She said it sounded wonderful and that she
would fix dinner for the kids and see me at 6 PM. Over dinner
that night, I asked my wife about her day. "Anything interesting
happen? Any good news about the various projects you're working
on?"
"Nothing exciting. I spent the day shopping for children's
books for the school library. Didn't find much."
"Must have been a drudge for you. You should have called. I
could have joined you just to give you some company."
"That's very sweet, Honey. But I know you have to pay
attention to business when you're at work. Helen Marlow came
along with me. We had a nice lunch and chatted about all the
sexy men we knew."
That was a lie. "Really? I thought only men talked."
"Yes, really. And whatever gave you the silly idea that only
men talk?"
I had no idea where that idea had come from because the only
thought swimming through my head was the fact that Arlene had
again lied to me.
After the second incident, I began to check daily. On the
weekends, when I wasn't at work, Arlene was always around or
working on her civic projects. But during the week, no matter
when I called, I could never locate her. In desperation, I
called Helen Marlow again. If anyone knew, she did.
"Hello."
"Hi, Helen. This is Ralph Taynor. Got a moment to chat or
better yet, have you had lunch?"
"Are you asking me to have lunch with you?"
"Yes."
"God. It must be serious. Half the women I know have tried to
get you to ask them to lunch or dinner. I think I'm the only one
who's succeeded. Where do you have in mind?"
Thirty minutes later, Helen and I were having lunch at the
Olive Garden.
"Well, are you going to tell me what's on your mind?" she
asked.
I quickly told her about all my attempts to find my wife during
the week and about her lies to me later concerning her
whereabouts. "I asked you to meet me so I could ask you
face-to-face, as her best friend, if you know where she's been.
You don't have to tell me if you feel you can't or shouldn't, but
I would like to know that she's safe. Can you tell me anything?"
"Truthfully, Ralph. I don't have a clue. She hasn't said one
word to me about going anywhere. Nor has she suggested that
she's seeing someone on the side."
"Arlene wouldn't do that," I protested.
"Ralph, every husband in the world thinks his wife has no
interest in sex with other men, and everyone of them are wrong.
Women like sex as much or more than men. You may be right about
Arlene not having a lover, but don't assume that's true because
she's a woman and your wife. She has a pussy that likes hard
cock just as much as any woman, including me."
"Ok. I accept that. Sorry for the male chauvinist remark.
What's your best guess as to what's happening or where she's
been? Just your best guess. I know that you don't know."
"Ok. Remember you asked me... My best guess is that Arlene
has found an irresistible man and... he's fucking her regularly.
Where? I have no idea. Whereever he is. At his apartment... at
his office... some other city within driving distance. I don't
have a clue as to where."
With the lump in my throat, I barely managed, "Thank you, Helen
for being... honest... It's just very hard for me to accept.
Please let me know if you learn anything. Ok?"
"I will. Now can I ask you something?"
"Sure. Turn about is fair play."
"When you asked me to have lunch with you, I was hoping that
you intended to try to seduce me and take me to bed. Was that
ever a thought you considered?"
"Oh come on, Helen. You know and I know that you would never
cheat on Bryant. He's a great guy."
"Oh course he is. That's why I married him, but that doesn't
mean that I'm immune to the advances of a handsome, virile, sexy
man. Are you making an advance? Would you like to seduce me?
If so, as I say, I'm not immune."
"To be honest, I have to tell you that you've given me an
erection. Does that answer your question?"
"Oh my god! I love that! May I?"
Helen leaned closer, her intention obvious. "Go ahead, but be
careful! I don't want to shoot off in my pants like some
adolescent teenager."
Helen reached under the table, ran her hand up my thigh to my
crotch. Her hand gently closed around my rigid 8-inch hard cock.
"Jezzz! I knew you were big, but I had no idea!"
She continued to fondle and stroke me... up and down my
shaft... over the head... back down the shaft... back to the head
which she squeezed gently, running her fingers over the now
throbbing organ. "Oh fuck! How big is it?"
I was getting closer to orgasm it was so erotic. "It's not
that big. Just a little over 8 inches."
"8 inches... Holy fuck!" Her fingers unzipped me in one smooth
motion. She looked at me. When I didn't say anything, her hand
moved inside my pants and then under my jockey briefs. The feel
of her bare hand on the naked flesh of my cock was incredible.
If I was hard before, my rod now solidified into a iron-bar that
thrust up above the top of my briefs.
"Oooohh, Damn... Damn!! This is the hardest, biggest cock I
think I've ever felt. And you keep it shaved. OH FUCK! FUCK!
Aaahhhhhhh!!" I saw her free hand thrusting between her thighs.
"You've got to stop. You're going to make me cum," I whispered
to her.
"I know," she moaned. "I'm about to cum too. I want this in
me. You know that. I've wanted to fuck you for a long, long
time. I know you don't cheat on Arlene, but if you ever change
your mind and need a woman, just call me. Anytime. Day or
night. I'll find an excuse for Bryant. Please!"
"I promise, if I ever decide to make love to another woman,
I'll call you. You know, for 18 years, you're the only woman
who's squeezed my cock other than Arlene."
"Ooohhh... sooo damn hot. Would you like to feel me? I felt
you. It's only fair that you get to feel me. That's not
cheating."
"Again to be truthful, I would love to feel you. I haven't
felt another woman's pussy for 18 years either. Can I feel you?"
Helen squeezed her eyes shut. Her mouth opened and her tongue
slid out to flick rapidly across her lips. She moved even closer
to me, and, under the table, I saw her pull her skirt high and
open her legs. Her hips were already thrusting, and I had not
yet touched her.
"Oh, please, Ralph. Feel my pussy!"
As soon as my hand touched her thigh, I heard the soft moan and
felt the thrust of her hips upwards. I moved higher, up her
white stockings, until my hand was on bare thigh flesh. It was
hot and moist. I knew her panties would be soaked.
Her moans deepened. She pushed her chair as close to me as
possible, silently begging me to do it. My fingers touched her
panties. They were more than wet... more than soaked... they
were dripping with her secretions.
My fingers traced her slit from the bottom slowly upward to the
top... almost touching her clitoris. Her breath came faster.
Her chest heaved, breasts rising... falling, hips now hunching.
"Oh god, Ralph. Get underneath my panties. Please!"
There was no problem sliding the drenched panties to one side
and moving my fingers onto her naked, gaping slit. I could feel
her secretions bubbling out of her slowly throbbing vagina. I
moved my fingers upward to her engorged clitoris and worked it
with my thumb. At the same time, two of my fingers moved into
her sex channel where they quickly located her G-spot. It only
took a moment for me to bring her right to the verge of an
orgasm.
"Shall I stop? There may be people watching."
"I don't care! Make me cum! For god's sakes... make me cum!!"
It only took 10 more seconds and Helen was convulsing in orgasm
right at our table. To a male observer, it probably looked as if
she was having a stomach cramp or a fainting spell. If any woman
was watching, she knew Helen was having a beautiful orgasm on my
fingers. Later, after Helen had composed herself, and we were
walking out of the restaurant, two women caught my eye and licked
their lips in invitation. My erection came back harder than
ever.
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Over the weekend, I called John Sexton, one of my partners in
the firm, and told him that I needed to take Monday off. He said
no problem and that he would cover for me. I told him I owed him
one, and he assured me that he fully intended to collect. I had
no doubt that he would be collecting the next time he had the
opportunity to meet a woman and needed an alibi for his wife.
I stopped at the Hertz agency and rented a car so Arlene would
not recognize mine. Parking outside our house, I waited for
almost two hours before I saw her Camry backing out of our
garage. It was almost 10 AM. As I followed a safe distance
behind, it soon became obvious that my wife was headed for the
interstate leading to Dallas. It was a little less than an
hour's drive, and I was still following her as we entered one of
the business areas several miles from downtown Dallas.
Arlene parked her car in the lot for a large, high-rise office
building. I parked nearby. When she emerged, she stood beside
the car for a moment, one foot still on the floorboard of the
car, the other on the ground. I was shocked. Her inadvertent
pose was provocative, as was the tight-fitting white sheathe that
she wore. It hugged every curve. The bodice showed off nearly
half of her big tits and the dress was just barely long enough to
cover the crease her ass made as it connected to her thighs. She
seemed to be barelegged with 4 or 5-inch heels. I had never
before seen Arlene wear such a blatantly sexual outfit, not even
in our bedroom. It was totally at odds with her usual
conservative sexual attitudes.
She walked rapidly into the office building with no hesitation.
Obviously, she knew exactly where she was going and seemed to
want to get there as rapidly as possible. By the time I got out
of the car and followed her into the building, she had already
gotten on an elevator and I could go no further since I didn't
have the foggiest idea about where she was going in the building.
Having no other recourse, I scanned the building directory that
was on one of the walls of the lobby. As expected, it was huge.
I didn't recognize any names or firms, so I went to the
information desk and asked the lady there if she had a hard copy
of the building directory. She quickly produced one, smiled, and
asked if she could be of any other assistance.
"I was supposed to meet my wife here for a business
appointment. But I'm late. She made the appointment for us but
neglected to tell me who it was with. Just told me to meet her
here. Did you by any chance see a very attractive blonde, about
5' 7", 130 lbs or so, beautiful body, very sexy, come in here in
the last five minutes or so?"
"You bet I saw her. So did every man in the lobby. Is that
woman your wife?"
"Yes."
"Lucky man!"
"I know, but since I'm late, I'm in trouble. Do you have any
idea... any idea at all, which firm or office she was visiting?"
"No. I'm sorry. But truthfully, the way she was dressed, I
assumed that her 'business' appointment was probably to bend over
a desk in one of the offices, if you understand my meaning."
"Thank you. I appreciate your help." Having no other
recourse, I turned to leave. The lady at the help desk stopped
me.
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I get off for lunch
in 15 minutes. Interested?"
"Do you bend over a desk too?" I asked.
"I can be persuaded sometimes," she smiled seductively.
"Thank you, but that lady really is my wife, not a prostitute,
and I really do need to find her. But I'm flattered by your
suggestion." I smiled and returned to my car.
I waited and waited. At 3:30 PM, Arlene returned to her car.
She looked upset and anxious. From a distance, her hairdo
appeared to be mussed up, but when she got closer, I saw that she
had washed her hair, and it was still wet. I speculated that
maybe she had had an appointment with a beauty salon and had
something done to her hair. Nothing else seemed to make sense.
But then why dress so hot for a beauty shop appointment?
Arlene got into her car, and for several minutes, just sat
there motionless. Then, her head fell forward and she rested her
forehead on the top of the steering wheel. Another minute later,
she sat upright in the seat, and I saw her smile. A moment
later, her smile seemed to change to an amused laugh. I started
to get out of the car to go to her assistance, but she fired up
the engine was roaring out of the parking lot before I got more
than a couple of steps in her direction. I lost her in traffic
before I could catch up with her car.
When I returned home that night, Arlene had dinner cooking.
She had changed her clothes, redone her hair, and I was certain,
bathed. Again, I casually asked about her day. She told me that
she had been doing some volunteer work at one of the local
hospitals. I was beside myself with anxiety, anger, and fear of
losing her.
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A Belated Birthday Present for Megan:
That night there was another blow up between Arlene and Megan
over our daughter's clothing and demeanor with boys. It was the
same old stuff I had heard many times before, but Arlene's words
seemed even stronger than usual. The difference was that this
time, I intended to assert my masculine prerogatives as head of
the household. I knew that Arlene was being far too strict and
unreasonable with Megan. I also knew if something wasn't done,
she would soon rebel and do something outrageous just to
demonstrate her independence.
After the blow up had calmed, I went to her room and knocked.
"Go away. I don't want to talk to you, Mom."
"It's Dad, Honey."
"Oh, sorry." She unlocked the door. "Are you going to tell me
how awful I behave too?"
"No. I'm going to ask you to meet me at 3 PM tomorrow after
school at my office. We're going shopping, and then we're going
to make some other stops that I won't tell you about until
tomorrow. Deal?"
Megan was enormously curious as I had never, ever asked her to
go shopping with me. At 2:55 PM on Tuesday, she was in my outer
office waiting. "Where are we going?" she asked.
"Shopping," I replied. "Come on."
Our first stop was at a popular haunt specializing in clothing
for teenaged girls. When entered, and I motioned to an
attractive sales lady. "How can I help you, Sir?"
"Hi. I'm Ralph Taynor and this beautiful young lady is my
daughter Megan. She's 15, actually closer to 16 than 15, and I
think it's time we changed her wardrobe from that appropriate for
a child to one that more appropriate for a beautiful young lady.
Frankly, I don't have a clue, but I'm sure you do, and I'm
equally certain that Megan has ideas of her own. I would be
deeply grateful if you would see to it that she gets whatever she
wants, and whatever you think she would really like. Price is
not an object."
Turning to my daughter, I said, "Happy Birthday, Megan. I'll
be over there ogling all the good looking women. Let me know if
I can help."
Megan moved closer. "Dad, you know Mom's gonna go ape over
this. She won't let me wear anything sexy."
"Megan, just in case you've forgotten, I'm the head of the
household. You're beautiful. Your face is gorgeous, thanks to
your mother, not to me. You body is awesome, great figure,
wonderful top and bottom, again thanks to your drop-dead gorgeous
mother. You're close to 16, not 12. You're a young woman, not a
child. Buy what you want, but use some taste as well. Listen to
the saleslady. I'll handle your mother."
The transformation was pure magic. Thirty minutes later, Megan
came rushing over wearing skin tight, hip-hugging jeans that just
barely covered her ass crease and a tight top that took full
advantage of large breasts that were already almost a C cup. Her
midriff was bare. "What do you think, Dad? Is it too much?"
"You're not wearing a bra are you?"
"No. It looks so sexy without one."
"It does. It's also going to drive all the boys wild. I think
it's a little too blatant to go braless. A lot of the time,
seeing less is a lot sexier than seeing more. Let's ask the
saleslady."
The nametag identified her as Martha. "Martha, Megan wants to
know if I think this outfit is too much. Without a bra I thought
it probably was. What's your advice?"
She smiled warmly. "I think your Dad is right, Megan. With a
bra, the outfit is sexy, the way a woman wants to be. Without a
bra, it's too much advertising. Bluntly, it's whorish without a
bra. Listen to your Dad. He's a man. He knows how men think."
"Ok. Let's find a bra that I can wear with it."
I nodded my thanks at Martha and she smiled. After two hours,
my daughter was loaded with new clothes and was positively
beaming. As I paid for the clothes, Martha pulled me to one
side.
"You're quite a Dad. She's just walking on a cloud. She says
you're taking her somewhere else that's a surprise. I know it's
not any of my business, but I am curious."
"Our next stop is Victoria's Secret to get her something sexy
that she can wear to a nice party. You probably won't approve of
the third stop. I know her Mother will be furious. We have an
appointment with a female gynecologist at 5:15 PM. She going to
talk to Megan about birth control, STDs, and the use of birth
control pills which I'm going to give her permission to use. She
doesn't have a boy friend yet... at least none that I know about,
but it won't be long till she does, and I want her prepared
properly."
Martha just stared at me. "If your wife is furious, she's
crazy. By the way, if she's so furious that she divorces you,
stop by and see me. I'm single, and mister, you are something
else."
By the time we left Victoria's, Megan was so wildly excited she
was having difficulty talking. "Oooohh... WOW!... I can't
believe it! GAWD! Those clothes... WOW! Can I really wear
them, Dad? Can I? Can I?"
"Of course you can. Just use good judgment about what to wear
and when to wear it. Sometimes a woman needs to look prim and
proper. At other times, she needs to look casual and relaxed,
and sometimes, she needs to look sexy and desirable. But, she
never needs to look cheap and whorish... except in the bedroom
with her husband. Remember that. Ask your mother. She really
does know a lot more about all this than I do. Trust her."
When we left the gynecologist�s office an hour later, Megan was
near tears. I was alarmed to say the least. "Damn, I sorry,
Honey. I didn't mean to frighten you. It's totally up to you
when you start having sex. I just thought it best for you to
have a long talk with a woman who is a real professional and whom
I knew would give you good, valuable information about sex that
you will eventually need to have."
"I'm not frightened, Dad. I'm just so happy to have a Dad who
treats me like a young woman rather than like a child. What
other surprises do you have in store for me?"
"Well, I do have one more."
"Really?! What it is?"
"The master bedroom downstairs that your mother and I share is
very private, but your bedroom upstairs is right next to Todd's.
That was fine when you were a child, but it's not fine now, or at
least, it soon won't be fine. I'm having the guest bedroom in
the basement redone with all new furniture. I'm also having the
entire basement tiled and an outside entrance constructed for
both safety and privacy. The work will take a week or so. When
it's finished, it's yours if you want it."
I can truthfully say, I had never seen my daughter any happier
than she was at that moment.
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Revelation:
Three days out of the five weekdays for each of the following
few weeks, I again failed to locate my wife. In each case, I
knew the story she gave me about her day was a lie because I had
previously checked. However, although I knew Arlene was lying, I
had no idea what to do simply because I couldn't imagine what
might be going on given my wife's attitude about sex outside of
marriage.
On Friday, I got a call from Helen. "Ralph, this is Helen.
Are you free for a bit?"
"Yes. What's up?"
"I really can't explain over the phone. Bryant plays golf
tomorrow from noon until 5 PM. Can you come over to our house
around 12:30 PM? I think it's important."
"I'll be there."
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At 12:45 PM the next day, I was sitting on the couch in the
Marlow's den. Helen looked very sexy in her short, brown dress.
I was pretty certain she wasn't wearing a bra because almost half
of her large tits were on display. She was bare legged, and the
hemline of the dress was all the way up to the top of her thighs.
I wondered if she was wearing panties. Given our hand sex in
the restaurant 10 days or so before, I thought there was a good
chance that she was naked underneath.
"I know you think I asked you over today to seduce you, and, to
some extent, that's true. I've never had a man do me in public
like you did in the Olive Garden. Since then, I've masturbated
four times thinking about how hot you got me. But as tantalizing
as that was, that's not the main reason I asked you to come over
today."
When I didn't say anything, Helen continued. "You told me last
week about following Arlene to Dallas and to that building but
then you lost her. I think I may know where she went."
I sat bolt upright. "Where? How do you know? How did you
find out? Did Arlene tell you?"
"Patience. You said you had a list of firms in that building
but didn't recognize any of them."
"That's right. I don't. Why?"
"Is "New World Productions" one of the firms in the building?"
I had been carrying the building directory in my wallet since
that day in Dallas. I extracted it and searched down the
alphabetized list. As soon as I reached the N's, there it was,
"New World Productions".
"It's here! How the hell did you know?"
Helen got up, went to the bar, and mixed my favorite drink,
bourbon and water, while pouring herself a glass of wine.
Returning, she handed it to me the drink and sat back down.
"Drink it. You may need it."
When I had taken several swallows, she produced a DVD. "This
DVD is one of the films produced by "New World Productions". I
just ordered it. Shall we?"
When I nodded, Helen slipped the DVD into the player, turned on
their wide screen TV and sat back down. The film opened with a
sultry looking brunette with long hair and full painted lips
having a light lunch on the patio of some cafe. The woman was
incredibly well endowed as was evident from the fact that she was
wearing a dress that showed more than half of her big tits.
Actually, she was very attractive in a slutty sort of way.
As she ate, a young man, maybe early 20's, wearing a white
T-shirt sat at the next table talking on his cell phone. The
brunette listened as he talked to his girl friend. When he hung
up, she invited him over to her table where they talked about the
sexual problems he was having with his girl friend. It developed
that she was complaining that his cock was too big and that he
fucked her too hard and too often. The brunette says she thinks
she can help and invites him back to her apartment. The entire
conversation bordered on the ridiculous, and the acting, if you
could call it that, was amateurish. However, on the plus side,
the brunette looked incredibly hot, and the guy seemed virile and
reasonably handsome.
Frankly, I couldn't understand why Helen had asked me to come
over to watch a porn film. I turned to face her and said, "So
you've found that there's a firm in the building that makes adult
films for distribution on computer sites and DVD's. Why do you
think that has anything to do with Arlene?"
"Just watch the film. Don't you think that hot woman is worth
watching?"
I couldn't disagree with that, so I returned my attention to
the screen. The action soon switched to the brunette's bedroom
with her sitting on the bed beside the guy. She moved closer to
him and leaned over to expose over half of her huge tits. She
also had pulled her dress to the tops of her thighs.
The dialogue was more nonsense about helping the guy with his
girl friend. She tells Lance that he has to take things more
slowly, to spend more time erotically undressing her, and so on.
Naturally, she suggests that he practice with her, and he eagerly
agrees. That part was very realistic. I would have agreed too.
A few minutes further into the film, Lance has the woman's
dress open revealing the fact that she's wearing a black bra
decorated with prints of white lace and red flowers. Her only
other garments are a matching thong that is just a triangle
covering her pussy and a pair of black sandals with 4-inch
stiletto heels. His hands move freely over her huge boobs and
thighs. The woman, whose name in the film is Laura, moans softly
and assures Lance that he's doing it just right.
Like all porn films, the action moved quickly. Soon we hear,
"Oh Baby. That feels soooo good. Pull my bra down. Get my tits
out where you can do my nipples." Lance is a fast learner and
down comes the bra revealing two big, luscious tits with hard
nipples.
"OOOohhh suck my nipples, Honey. Do me," Laura urges. When he
does, she gasps, "Aaahh, aahhh, aahhh... that's so hot! It makes
my pussy throb when you do that... aaahhh... feel it. Feel how
you're making my pussy throb. Oh god! I wish my husband did me
this good."
The guy pulls her thong to one side and inserts two fingers
into her cunt. Laura arches her hips and spreads to entice him
to do more. Her moans are continuous on the sound track when she
extracts his cock. It's huge and extremely hard. Laura is wild
over it, exclaiming, "God. What a cock! No wonder your girl
friend has trouble taking this monster." She strips Lance and
the next scene shows her bent over sucking about 7 to 8 inches of
his big fuck-stick.
"Is she getting you hard, Ralph?" Helen asked.
"Well of course she is," I managed. "I'm not made of stone.
She's hot, in a sultry, whorish sort of way. And she can really
suck cock. It looks like she taking 8 inches. It's got to be
way down her throat for her to do that."
"I can suck like that too, Honey," Helen whispered in my ear.
When I turned toward her, she shook her head and said, "Later...
Keep watching."
After sucking Lance's dick for several minutes on screen, they
changed positions with him standing beside the bed while Laura
was on her hands and knees on the bed sucking his rod. Damn, he
looked every bit of 10 inches, and she was easily taking 8 of the
inches down her throat.
Laura groaned continuously, urging him on, "Ggghhhaa...
GGHHAAA... GGHHAAA!" she choked. But the choking didn't deter
her in the slightest. "GGHHAAAA... ooohh Baby, mouth fuck me
with that big hard cock! Stick it all the way in!!"
Helen reached over and put her hand on my cock. "God. It's
even bigger and harder than I remember."
"I wasn't watching a hot video alone with you on the couch the
last time."
"Can I?" she asked.
"Maybe you better not. I don't have iron control."
"I hope not," she said as her hand began to slowly caress my
throbbing erection. "OH Fuck," she moaned. "You're almost as
long as that stud fucking Laura, but you're thicker... mmmmmm...
a lot thicker!"
When I looked back at the screen, Laura had her big tits
wrapped around Lance's cock, and he was giving them a hard
fucking. She kept her mouth wide open to take the head if he
wanted to push it inside. When he didn't, her tongue licked his
cock head every time it appeared from between her big mounds.
"Ohhhh... yesss... fuck... fuck my tits... with that... big...
hard.... cock, Stud. Give it... to me, " Laura gasped between
licking at the thrusting pecker.
I had to admit, she looked incredibly delicious, easily one of
the hottest women I had ever seen on a porn video. I found
myself wanting to fuck her too.
Turning my attention back to Helen, I asked, "Is this just
about us fucking?" I asked. "If you keep working on my cock like
you're doing, you're going to get fucked. Damn, I don't think I
can stop." As I asked the question, my gaze dropped downward to
her legs, and I saw that I was wrong in my speculation that Helen
wasn't wearing panties. She was, and they were fully exposed
between her wide-open thighs.
"I hope you don't stop. And 'no', this is about more than just
you fucking me, but oh god... I do hope you will fuck me. But
Keep watching. Watch carefully. Watch the way a woman watches.
Quit watching it the way a man watches."
Frankly, I had no idea in hell what that instruction meant. Do
women have a third eye they use sometimes?
Lance pushed Laura over onto her back on the bed, stripped off
her thong, spread her legs wide open, and pressed his head
against her cunt. She wailed loudly. It could have been real or
it could have been faked. I couldn't tell, but it was certainly
loud and the brunette was thrusting her ass up and down against
the man's face as he pleasured her cunt and clit with his tongue.
"Oh suck me, Lance. Lick my clit. AAAAhhhhhh! What a Stud!
Harder, Baby. Lick my hot button faster... make me cummmmmmmm!"
After several minutes, Laura screamed that she was cumming. It
looked like she actually was. Her hips rammed against his mouth
as her hands held his head tightly against her throbbing cunt.
"OOOHHH GAWD!!! I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG... YOU'RE MAKING MY CUNT
EXPLODE, BABY! DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP!
UUUGGHHHHHHHHH!!"
As soon as her orgasm abated, Lance flipped the woman over and
boosted her ass up high to get her into fucking position. She
reached back and pulled her ass cheeks open to expose her cunt
hole for his big cock. The camera moved in close and showed his
big cock stretching Laura's cunt wide and sliding inside her.
She wailed as it sank out of sight.
"OOHHHH FUCKKKK! YOU'RE JUST HUGE... GOD DAMN!! GO EASY!
AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH... UUGGHHH... IS IT ALL IN?"
Lance replied with not just a trace of masculine pride, "Hell
no! Still three more inches to go, Honey." He pushed another
two into her hot cunt hole.
The brunette slut screamed at the deep penetration.
"AAAHHHHH... GOD... YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... UGH, UGH,
UGH, UGH!"
Lance hammered in the last inch and the woman began to cum.
The camera zoomed in and we watched her cunt contracting in hard
spasms about his surging cock. There was no possible way the
woman was faking this orgasm. I had to grasp Helen's hand to let
her know that she had to stop. She did so immediately as she
wanted my load shooting into her cunt, not into my pants.
On screen, the brunette slut nscreamed, "CUMMINGGGGGGGG!! MY
CUNT IS CUMMINGGGGGGG!!"
Toward the end of the film, the brunette mounted the guy
reverse cowgirl style so that she was facing the camera. The
squishing, slurping noises produced every time she hammered her
pussy up and down his big cock, coupled with her shrieks of
female pleasure, were intense:
"sssshhhhh! AH FUCK!! quissshhhhhhhhh! UUGGHHH... GOD... FUCK
THAT HUGE DICK INTO ME, STUD! sssshhhhh! OOHH YES!!
quissshhhhhhhhh! OOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU... AAAHHHHHHHHH!"
As Lance rammed his 10 inches in and out of the brunette's
pussy, the pressure the big cock exerted on her cunt was huge.
There was no way she could keep from spreading her legs wide
open.
Not only did her legs fly apart, but the sheer girth of the
cock fucking her spread her labia and exposed her throbbing,
engorged, huge clit. Right above her big clit was a neatly
trimmed small triangle of public hair whose point almost touched
her clit. The small triangle was very closely shaved, almost to
the point of not being there. The camera zoomed in for a close
up.
I stared at the woman's cunt that filled the screen in the
close up shot. I jumped to my feet, jerking my erection away
from Helen's stroking hand. "OH MY GOD!!!!"
"I can't believe it took you this long to see it," Helen said,
the shock obvious in her voice. "It just goes to show that all
men ever look at when they watch a woman are her tits, her ass,
and her cunt. You hardly looked at her face at all. How did you
finally recognize that the brunette is Arlene?"
"Her clit. It's huge. She has the biggest clit of any woman
I've ever seen. And she has this very neatly, closed shaved
triangle of pubic hair right above her clit."
Helen laughed. "So you recognized your wife's cunt, but not
her face. That's fucking wild!!"
"I looked at her face," I said defensively. But the woman's a
brunette. Arlene is a blonde. And her complexion is much
darker, more sultry than Arlene's. Her eyebrows are fuller,
darker. So are her eyes."
"Have you ever heard of a woman dying her hair, Ralph? Or
using make up to change her complexion?"
"I see... at least, I guess that I see. How did you recognize
her? I know it wasn't by seeing her cunt. Or was it?"
"No," she chuckled. "Arlene and I have never had sex, so relax,
Tiger. Her body is shaped exactly like Arlene's. I immediately
thought there was an amazing resemblance. So I captured one of
the screen images and used Photoshop to give her blonde hair, a
lighter complexion, and less darkened eyes. Suddenly... there
was Arlene staring back at me. So now you know what your
conservative wife has been doing. She's a porn actress getting
fucked by big-cocked studs while you're working during the week."
"I can't believe it! She fucks strange men on camera? My wife
who wouldn't allow me to have sex with her for 20 months when we
were dating? Wouldn't even let me feel her tits? How in hell
can that be?"
"It can't be. That's the big clue, Ralph. She's a hot-
blooded woman who loves sex. My guess is that before you, she
had been fucking dozens of guys on the campus. Then you came
along, and she really liked you, a lot! Just like I do. She
knew if she was a just a hot fuck-hole for you, she could forget
about ever landing the man she desperately wanted. So, Miss Hot
Ass turns into Miss Conservative until you're married 20 months
later. Tell me, how do you think I'm doing in working this out?"
Before I could answer, I was distracted by what was happening
on screen. Lance now had my wife on her back at the edge of the
bed. She had her legs spread wide open to give the guy plenty of
room between her thighs. He was standing on the floor hammering
his cock in and out of my wife's cunt. The speed at which he was
fucking her was incredible. His cock slammed in and out of her
drenched hole twice a second bringing shrieks and howls of female
pleasure. Arlene/Laura was screaming and thrusting her ass up
high to take every one of his hard fuck strokes all the way into
her pussy. His balls were slapping her ass every time he slammed
his meat into the bottom of her vagina.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck my cunt harder. I'm cumming... oohhh
shit!!! cummingg!! Can't stop! AAAHHHHHHHHH... UUGGHHH...
OOOHhhhhh... COCK ME, STUD! OOOHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK MMEEEEEE!!"
On screen, Lance was now shooting his load all over my wife's
face and into her wide-open mouth. Thick streams of cum fired
out of his jerking prick as he held it just a few inches from her
face. The first gush landed on her nose and right eye and then
snaked downward across her cheek and into her mouth. The second,
third, and fourth loads plastered her forehead, her chin, her
left cheek, and put more semen into her mouth. After he had
finished unloading, she scooped up his cum and licked it off her
fingers.
My cock was now a raging steel spike that hurt it was so hard.
Finally, the DVD faded to black as the film ended. Remembering
Helen's last question, I turned back to face her and said, "I
think you're doing incredibly well. Go on!"
"The rest is pretty simple. Once you're married, Miss Hot Ass
reappears, doesn't she? I'll bet she was absolutely wild for it
as soon as you got to the hotel or maybe even before, and then
practically fucked you to death on your honeymoon. You were
amazed, but you were so happy to have a hot wife, the
significance of the transformation never occurred to you."
"That's exactly what happened."
"After that, my guess is that Arlene has continued to be an
incredible bed partner for you for the last 16 years and you're
head over heels in love with her. I also think she loves you
just as much, but she's really addicted to sex. She has to have
it... a lot of it... more than any one man can provide... no
matter how good he is."
"You think she's been cheating for 16 years?"
"Probably... no, more than probably. Certainly. I bet she
fucked some other men on your honeymoon. Were you ever apart for
a significant time?"
I told her about Arlene letting me sleep all day on the third
day I was so exhausted. Helen nodded. "My guess is that someone
fucked her while you slept that day. Remember to ask her. She
might be willing to tell you."
"How could she have possibly been screwing men behind my back
for 16 years and my never having a clue?"
"Obviously, she's very careful. It's not that difficult for a
woman to do. Husbands never think their wives have any interest
in having sex with other men. For example... you didn't. Women
know their husbands want to fuck other women, so we watch, and
it's very difficult for a man to cheat and get away with it. But
it's very easy for a woman. Men never suspect. For example, you
never suspected, and Bryant has no idea that a lot of different
men have fucked me since we've been married. So what do you plan
to do? Are you going to divorce Arlene?"
"Hell no! I love her. I just wish she had had enough faith in
me to share. We could have both had a great deal of pleasure,
and she wouldn't have had to sneak around."
"Tell her that! You're going to be amazed by the response.
She's going to love you more than ever and be an even hotter wife
than you've had before. Plus, you'll get to share erotic sex
with her."
Helen moved beside me, turned my head toward hers and kissed me
open mouthed, her tongue driving inside my mouth, in and out, as
if she were raping me. Her hand went to my cock and found not a
cock but a throbbing, steel spike in my pants.
"OOOOHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK! PLEASE... PLEASE!"
"Please what?"
"Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Listen, I gave up one-night stands 16 years ago. I don't fuck
women one time. Do you understand?"
Helen's body shuddered. She tried to answer but only a
passionate moan emerged from her mouth.
"If I fuck you, I intend to fuck you hard and often. I also
intend to fuck all your holes... mouth, ass, cunt... all of
them... often. And I don't use condoms. The loads go in you.
Is all of this clear?"
Helen was gasping for breath, moaning. Finally, she managed to
gasp, "Yessss... very clear... oohhh god! You're going to fuck me
a lot... Whenever you want to cum in me... Oooh shit!!"
"So this is your last chance to avoid becoming my extra fuck
hole that I use when Arlene's holes are not available. Before I
leave, I'm going to check the master bedroom where your husband
usually fucks you. If you're on the bed, cunt exposed, legs
spread wide, when I check, I'll know you've decided you want to
be my extra fuck hole. If not, we'll just remain good friends.
Five minutes from now, I'll check before I leave. So you've got
five minutes to decide."
Helen broke away from me and ran down the hallway toward the
master bedroom. I looked at my watch to check when five minutes
had elapsed. While I waited, I considered what I was going to
say to my hot-assed wife. I also took the DVD out of the player
and put it in my pocket.
When five minutes had passed, I walked slowly to the master
bedroom and looked in the door. Helen lay in the center of the
bed. Both of her big naked tits were now sticking out the top of
her dress, which was now hiked up around her waist. She had
removed her panties and had her legs wide open. Her pussy lips
were wet and open in a silent invitation. As I watched, she
spread as wide as possible and thrust her cunt high in the air.
"Oh god, Ralph. Your extra fuck hole is about to cum. Please
come use it. I can't wait any longer for you to start using me
and all my hot holes."
I slowly removed my clothes as Helen panted and moaned on the
bed. Her hips were grinding in sexual invitation. She was so
hot, so turned on by all the previous cock play, I was certain
that she would cum within the first few cock strokes or swipes of
my tongue over her throbbing clitoris.
Moving my head between the sexy blonde's thighs, I licked my
way up one inner thigh and then down the other... over and over,
until she was begging.
"Oh god, Ralph. Don't torture me. I need it. Do something...
your tongue... your cock... please. I'll cum so hard. Make me
cummmmmmmmmmm!!"
I ignored her. When my tongue slid up her labia and down the
other side, the woman thrashed and hunched desperately to bring
her engorged, pulsing clit into contact with my tongue. But I
could move my tongue much faster than she could move her hips and
no matter how she struggled, she couldn't get it onto her
clitoris. She howled and cursed in frustration.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH... YOU BASTARD! AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! DO ME!
FOR GOD SAKES... DO IT TO ME!"
Her cunt juices were bubbling up and out of her hole now,
cascading down her ass crack. Her vagina contracted hard causing
her to whoosh air out of her cunt. "OOOHHH FUCKKKK! I'm dying...
you're gonna kill meeeeeeeeee! Please... ooohhh please...
please... LET ME CUMMMMMMMMMMMM!!"
"You want my tongue and my cock, Helen?"
All she could do was groan, "uuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...
aaahhhhhhh... Please... oh please... I�ll do anything...
anything... just let me cum!!"
"Good. The first thing you're going to do to earn your first
orgasm is tell me how you knew my wife was fucking around on me.
I know you knew. There's no way in hell you just happened to
stumble onto that DVD. If you want to cum, tell me and tell me
the truth or I'll just leave you like this."
"Aaahhh god! Let me cum first! Can't talk... too hot...
please... I promise... tell yu everything... just got to cummm!!"
I pushed my tongue deep inside her vaginal cavity and felt it
contract in a huge spasm. Licking upward, I heard Helen
screaming. Her clit was pulsing at the top of her slit. When I
ran my tongue over it, it gave a mighty contraction and retreated
back into its protective hood. Sucking hard, I pulled it inside
my mouth and lashed it rapidly, up and down each side of the
throbbing, female prick.
When I shoved two fingers into her cunt and worked her G-spot,
Helen erupted. Juices spurted in a heavy stream from her
contracting cunt. The clit danced and pulsed in and out of its
hood. Her eyes clamped shut; her mouth stretched into a huge
open hole; her tongue lolled out and wagged in the air; she
squeezed her tits hard and pinched her nipples till I thought
they might bleed. For over two minutes, Helen moaned and grunted
as her fuck hole continued to erupt in one spasm after another.
For several minutes, she continued to gasp, her breasts heaving
as she tried to regain her breath. Finally, she relaxed and
sighed deeply as her orgasm ebbed.
I said, "I want you naked." She signed, lifted her ass and let
me pull the dress down her thighs. "Now the truth. If you tell
me the truth... all of it, I'm going to fuck you until you can't
cum any more. If you lie or leave something out, I'm going turn
you over and whip your ass with my belt and then just leave you
lying here. Now tell me!"
"I knew. Of course I knew. We've been friends for years. She
knows about me; I know about her. Occasionally, I will cover for
her, and on other occasions, she covers for me. On a few
occasions, when it's safe, we go out together and both get laid."
"Give me an example of when you did it together."
"Oh, it's happened several times. I can't remember them all.
One time was four summers ago when our kids were at camp and you
and Bryant when off on a 10-day fishing trip to Canada. Arlene
and I told you we were going to Padre Island for a week.
Actually, we went to Vegas, stayed at Ceasar's Palace, and both
got laid."
"How many? How many cocks?"
Confessing was turning Helen on again. She pushed two fingers
into her cunt before she continued. "We were there seven days.
I met a great guy the first night, and we were together for two
days. The third day, I had a one-night stand. After that, I let
another guy pick me up and we were together for two more days.
On the last two days, I had a different man each night. So, I
guess I got laid by five different men."
"An hour ago you told me that you had cheated on Bryant with a
lot of men. How many is a lot?"
"Truthfully, I'm not certain. I don't keep records, but it's a
lot in the 17 years we've been married. If you insist that I
guess, I would say between 30 to 40."
"And my wife? How many?"
"I really have no idea. She doesn't confide in me anymore than
I tell her whenever I sleep with a new guy. You'll have to ask
her that question."
"So how did you know that she was making porn films? Did she
tell you?"
"No, but you showed me the list of firms in the building. I
knew it was probably sexual in some way. So I looked up on the
internet what each firm did. "New World Productions" seemed to
be the only reasonable choice. So I searched their website until
I found ads for all their recent movies. Arlene's pic was there,
with her brunette hair of course. Like I told you, I captured
her image from a trailer of the film and then used Photoshop to
find out that it really was your wife. I just ordered the DVD
and then called you."
"One more question. You've known that Arlene was cheating on
me for some time. Why did you finally decide to tell me this
time?"
"Two reasons. This was the first time you had ever suspected
that she was cheating. I figured it was just a matter of time
before you figured it all out anyway. And secondly, Bryant has
been fucking your wife for some time now, but you would never
fuck me because of what you thought were your wife's views on
sex. I wanted you to find out so you would screw me. I've
wanted you for a long time."
"Thank you," I said as I kissed her and rammed my cock deep
inside her cunt all at the same time. Helen convulsed around my
shaft and began to cum. I pumped her, and she screamed louder.
Pushing my hand beneath her ass, I drove all 8 inches into the
bottom of her cunt at the same time as I pushed two fingers into
her hot ass. Helen's body shuddered and continued to shake with
uncontrollable spasms. A series of continuous orgasms ripped
through her. It was more than I could take.
"Here comes the first load, Helen. Ready?"
"Oh yes! I've been ready for years, Ralph. Give it to me!"
I did. In fact, before I left, she had that load and three
others, one in her ass, one in her mouth, and a secondone up her
hot cunt. As I was leaving the bedroom, Helen was leaning on one
elbow, her legs still wide open. "Monday afternoon, 3:30 PM.
I'll stop by before Bryant comes home. I want you in heels,
garter belt, stockings... nothing else."
"I'll be ready, Honey. More than ready, I promise."
She blew me a kiss as I walked out the door.
=====================================
That night, after much crying, apologizing, and sobbing, my
wife finally calmed down enough to talk coherently to me.
"You're going to divorce me aren't you?" she wailed.
"Of course not! Why would I want to lose the most beautiful,
and now the hottest, woman on the planet? But I am pissed that
you never trusted me enough to tell me! I'm really pissed that
you didn't let me enjoy the hot sex as well as you."
"I'm so, so sorry. I was afraid you would leave in total
disgust if you knew what I was."
"What you are is an extremely passionate woman who needs more
sex than any one man can provide. What you are is every man's
most erotic wet dream, a dream he will never have for real, but
one that I have every day for real. I want you to stop crying
and start sharing with me. Deal?"
"I know you're going to leave me if I tell you everything.
It's so depraved and dirty."
"Look. I already know that you're making porn movies and
letting big cocked studs fuck you almost every day. I already
know that four years ago you and Helen went to Vegas, not to
Padre Island, and you got screwed by a lot of men during the week
while Helen did pretty much the same thing. I know all this, but
I'm not going to leave you. However, I am warning you. If you
lie to me again, I'll whip your ass until it bleeds. To be
certain that you do understand, I'm going to give you a small
demonstration. Bend over the arm of the couch! NOW!!"
I watched as my wife pulled her skirt up around her waist and
bent over the arm of the couch putting her head on the cushion
while thrusting her buttocks high in the air. Arlene looked both
incredibly sexy and vulnerable. Once she was in position, she
turned her head toward me, and with a sorrowful expression on her
face, said, "Please punish me, Darling."
Stepping beside my wife's upturned ass, I brought my hand down
smartly over the lush cheeks of her ass... WHACK!
"OOOOhhhhhhhh... oh god. Punish me again, Darling."
My hand again whistled through the air. WHACK!
"OOoohhh god! Harder!"
"Your panites need to be off. You need to be punished on your
naked ass." Taking out my Swiss knife, I quickly slit her
panties all the way up one side and tore them off her hips. The
two, dull-red inprints caused by my hand were visible on her ass.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Arlene moaned as six more, much redder spots appeared on her
naked ass flesh. Her hands flew to her buttocks in an attempt to
protect herself.
"Put your hands on your tits! Don't take them off."
Reluctantly, my wife's hands moved under her body where they
closed around her large, heaving breasts leaving her ass totally
exposed.
"Arch your hips. Keep your hot ass up in the air, and spread
your legs. Wider. So I can see your cunt. You deserve this,
and more."
"I know... oh god! I know! Do it to me!"
Immediately her legs opened wide exposing the wet sex trench
between her thighs as her ass lifted high in the air. I brought
my hand down much harder another three times:
WWHHAACCKK!! WWHHAACCKK!! WWHHAACCKK!!
"GGGHHHAAAAAAAAAAA... EEEEIIIIIIIIIIII... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH
GOD!"
After inspecting my wife's now beet-red, burning ass, I said,
"Now, you hot, beautiful, luscious Bitch. I'm ready for you to
suck my cock. Do a good job or there will be another hard
spanking. And don't even think about lying to me again."
My gorgeous wife threw herself on me. First, she devoured my
mouth with hers. Then she devoured my cock until I had filled
her mouth and throat with my first load of the evening. I almost
got another erection watching her licking the cum load from her
lips and then scooping up with her fingers the part that had run
down her chin and fallen onto her big tits. After scooping up
the dregs of the load, she sucked her fingers clean. When she
finished, she smiled and asked, "Is there any way I can make
amends for what I've done? I'll do anything." She was still
rubbing her smarting ass.
"You can start by telling me how and why you started making
porn films."
"It was sort of an accident in a way. You had gone to work,
Megan and Todd were at camp, and I had gone shopping.
Afterwards, I decided to stop by the Hilton lounge to have a cool
drink before heading home, and, truthfully, maybe more if the
opportunity presented itself. Well, it did. Dave Gamble saw me
and came over to my table. I recognized him as quickly as he had
recognized me. That's not particularly surprising since I had
dated him for six months during my sophomore year."
"Do you really want me to go on?" Arlene asked.
For an answer, I put her hand on my crotch. "My god! You're
hard again. Why don't you take me to bed and put this big thing
where it will do the most good?"
"Later. I want you to tell me every thing."
"We spent a short time getting reacquainted, but it wasn't long
before I felt Dave's hand on my leg. Considering the number of
times he had screwed me when we were dating, I was surprised he
waited as long as he did. He was always good in bed, and I
wanted it as much as he did. I spread my legs under the table to
give him more room, and that was pretty much all the
encouragement he needed. He had his hand on my cunt almost
immediately."
"He smiled, leaned closed, and whispered, 'Lift your ass.' I
knew why he wanted me to lift my ass and I'm sure you do too. I
was just too turned on to resist. Right there in the Hilton
Lounge with people sitting at the bar and some at other tables, I
raised my hips off the chair and felt my panties being pulled
over my ass and down my legs. When Dave had them off, he put
them to his face and smelled my aroma. God! That was so erotic
and dirty. He had my pussy wet and throbbing."
"I thought he would put my panties in his pocket, but instead,
he laid them on the table so the waiter could see. His hand went
back under the table and pushed my skirt higher. Then, he leaned
over and whispered again: 'Spread your legs,' he ordered."
My cock was again iron hard and jerking inside my pants. "Oh
fuck! That's so damn hot," I groaned.
"Would you like for me to bend over right here?" my wife asked.
"I will. Here or anywhere else you want me bent over."
"Not yet. Go on, please."
"Dave slid two fingers into my cunt and began finger fucking
me. I couldn't keep my hips still, and then, when he moved his
thumb up to my clitoris, I just started shuddering. The
sensations were so intense there was no way I could keep my eyes
open. I told him he was about to make me cum. He could see I
wasn't kidding, so he stopped and took me up to his hotel room."
"We were both so hot, we couldn't wait to even get undressed.
As soon as we entered his room, Dave pushed me onto the bed, and
while he was dropping his pants, I yanked my skirt up around my
hips and spread my legs with my knees up and bent. He was on me
like a tiger, and I wanted it just as hard and fast as he did. I
came as soon as felt his prick stretching me open and sliding
into my cunt. He called me a hot bitch whore and began fucking
me like a raging bull. I came twice more before he emptied his
first load inside my pussy."
My wife reached over and felt my cock. "Jezzz... you're even
harder and bigger than Dave was that first time. Please don't
cum in your pants; I want this inside me when it explodes."
"I won't. Go on," I moaned in a tortured whisper. "Why
couldn't you have shared all this with me before? As hot as our
sex has been before, it could have been even hotter."
Arlene grinned. "I promise, Lover. No more lies."
"Anyway, after Dave had fucked me once, he stripped me naked
and went down on me. He knew how wild it always makes me for a
man to lick me after he's cum in me. It didn't take more than a
few minutes of his tongue and mouth on my clit to make me cum two
more times. Both times, my clit and vagina just went into hard
spastic contractions. I was going wild and so was he."
"After he made me cum the second time on his tongue, his cock
was rock hard again. I rolled over onto all fours, put my head
on the bed, and my ass up in the air. He just fucked the shit
out of me in that position. It felt like he was using a steel
battering ram in my cunt. I lost count of the number of times he
made me cum before I felt him shooting his load into me."
"After the second fuck, we talked a lot and he told me about
his porn business in Dallas. He also told me I would be a smash
hit and asked if I would consider staring in some of his
productions. When I expressed concern that you would see them,
he assured me that I would be a brunette with a different
complexion. Basically, he told me that you would never recognize
me even if by some wild chance you happened to see one of my
videos. It really wasn't hard from him to convince me to drive
over and try it once. Dave told me that if I changed my mind, he
would destroy the video. Two days later I went to Dallas and made
the first of the five videos I've made so far."
"Was that the end of the fuck session that afternoon?" I asked.
"No, It wasn't. Since Dallas was so close, I asked Dave why he
had booked a room at the Hilton. He told me that he had an
interview scheduled with a woman who had applied for a job
starring in his porn productions. He said that for the type of
interviews he conducted when selecting women, a nice hotel room
was far better than an office. Obviously, he didn't need to
explain why."
"While he was telling me all this, he suddenly stopped and
said, 'I've got a great idea! Why don't you conduct the
interview? You know exactly what women have to do to turn men
on, and she will probably be more relaxed with another woman
present. I'll just watch and add anything that I think you've
missed. How about it? In fact, this could be part of your new
job with our firm.' I was surprised, but also very turned on by
the idea."
"So you did it? Interviewed the woman?" I asked.
"I did. I tell you all about it if you promise to fuck me
after I finish. I need your cock in me! I'm about to cum, and I
know you are too. I'll tell you more later."
"Please, go on. What happened? We'll screw when you finish."
"I started to make up the bed, which was a wreck, but Dave told
me to leave it as it created the right atmosphere for the
interview. Brenda arrived on time, and Dave introduced himself
and me as his executive assistant. Naturally, Brenda noticed the
bed and the heavy aroma of sex in the air. She was staring at
the bed and then at me when I said, "Dave is a hot, randy guy,
Brenda. He fucked me twice while we were waiting for you. I
lost track of the number of times he got me off. Do you like to
be fucked, Brenda?"
She actually blushed, but finally said, "Well... eh... I guess
so. My husband and I make love regularly."
"Making love with your husband isn't the same as getting fucked
by other men, Brenda. Have you been screwed often by other men
since you were married?" I asked. "Dave was sitting quietly
letting me conduct the interview."
Brenda fidgeted and bit her lower lip before answering. "I've
been with two other men. My husband doesn't know."
"These two men, they fucked you?"
"Yes."
"One-night stands or did they get into you a lot?"
"We saw each other several times."
"Several? Is that three times? Four times? Five? Be
specific, Brenda. We need to know something about your sexual
experience. This isn't a secretarial job you're applying for."
"Several dozen times, I guess. For both of the men."
"You met them several dozen times each behind your husband's
back and spread your legs for them every time?"
"You should have seen her blush, Ralph. Dave was about to
burst into laughter, but he kept himself under control. Finally,
Brenda said, "Yes, every time."
"They fuck your ass as well as your pussy?"
"Mostly it was my ... eh ... my pussy, but we did anal sex
too."
"Did you cum when they fucked your ass? We need for you to cum
when you're being ass fucked in the videos, Brenda."
"I always got off. Sometimes I had to work my clit, but I
always got off."
"Well, that sounds very good, Brenda. You're very attractive
and sexy. If you're also a hot fuck, you should do very well as
a porn star. Dave needs to see your tits, Brenda. Take off your
blouse please and show us how a hot woman shows off her tits to a
man."
"At this point, Brenda rather seductively removed her blouse.
She had been smart enough not to wear a bra. When her tits were
out, she walked right over in front of Dave and cupped them for
his inspection. As she did so, she pinched her nipples until
they were both erect and hard. I'm pretty sure, she got him at
least partially hard."
"What did you tell her to do next?" I asked as I struggled to
refrain from masturbating at my wife's story.
"You can guess. I had her remove her skirt and then her
panties. Other than the 4-inch heels she had on, she was naked.
"Brenda," I said to her, "we need to assess the quality of your
blowjobs and how hot a fuck you are. Get Dave's cock out and
suck him. When he's about to cum, stop, get on the bed, and ask
him to fuck you."
"Five minutes later, Brenda was on her back on the bed with
Dave between her thighs hammering his cock in and out of her very
hot and willing married cunt. After ten minutes of hard sex with
the cock hammering her cervix on every stroke, she had had her
first and second orgasms."
"Brenda's pussy was still throbbing when Dave pulled his cock
out, pushed her legs back, and switched his cock to the blonde's
asshole. You would have loved hearing her grunt, Honey, as the
big head forced her sphincter open. She yelled that it hurt too
much, but as soon as the head moved inside and the rest of his
cock followed, she stopped yelling and began groaning. I
masturbated while I watched him fucking her. I got off when he
started shooting his load into her ass. Brenda was working her
clit like a wild woman as he unloaded. She was having another
orgasm before he finished."
That was all I could take. If I continued to listen, there was
no way I was going to be able to prevent myself from cumming
inside my pants. "Oh god... I've got to fuck you now, Arlene.
Let's go to bed!"
"NO! Fuck me right here on the couch. We'll go to bed
afterwards."
My wife pulled her dress over her head and yanked off her
panties. Naked now except for her heels, she spread her legs
wide, her fingers inside her cunt, and moaned, "Hurry, Stud!
Fuck your hot whore wife. Please. I'm so hot for you!"
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That night, I fucked Arlene three times. In the morning, I
woke up with my wife sucking my cock. When I was fully awake,
she mounted me and rammed her hot cunt up and down my shaft until
we both had another intense orgasm.
We spent all day fondling and caressing one another. I went
down on her three different times, each time making her cum at
least twice before I let her rest.
After a particularly intense sex session that afternoon when I
screwed my wife in her ass, I asked her to tell me how long after
we were married did she start seeing other men.
"I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that, but I guess I really
need to tell you every thing so there will be no secrets between
us."
"Before I met you, I was very promiscuous. In high school, I
was the girl guys dated to get rid of their unwanted virginity.
After I had taken care of that problem for them, they became much
more confident studs who frequently spent numerous evenings with
their cocks buried in me. I can't remember ever failing to have
at least one orgasm during sex. Usually it was much more than
that. I loved it."
"When I entered college, where there were a lot more guys than
girls, I quickly became even more slutty and easy, if you can
imagine that. Many times, one guy would do me in the afternoon,
and a odifferent man would be in me that same night. I got
invited to more frat parties than any other girl on the campus."
"How did you ever find enough time to study with all that sex?
How did you pass your courses with such high grades?" I asked.
"It wasn't that difficult. First, a business major is vastly
easier than the engineering program you chose. None of the
business students had to spend a lot of time studying. Of
course, there were a few hard courses that were demanding.
Sometimes I could find enough time to get the work done. When
that failed, I just arranged to visit the professor in his office
wearing something hot and revealing. In fact, I sometimes did
that even in easy courses where I wasn't having any problems."
"You fucked your professors for better grades?"
"No, I didn't fuck them; they fucked me. After getting into
me, they would always offer a higher grade for repeat
performances."
"Anyway, this continued unabated until I met you during the
second half of my junior year. When you approached me in the
Library that afternoon, I was amazed. You were so much
different than all the other men I had been with. You were
courteous, honest in your approach, and most of all, you really
wanted to go out with me, not just fuck me. I was totally blown
away. When I accepted your dinner invitation, I could tell you
were surprised and really pleased. That excited me even more."
"Dinner that night with you was just wonderful. I knew that
you were very turned on by my face and body, but you did an
absolutely masterful job of being a total gentleman. When we
talked, you listened and looked into my eyes, not at my tits or
legs. You wanted to know about me, instead of just talking about
yourself. Halfway through the evening, I realized that you were
the man I wanted for the long term, for my husband. I also knew
that if I behaved with you the way I had behaved with all the
other men whom I had dated, there wasn't a chance in hell that
that would ever happen."
"So, when we danced that evening, you naturally wanted my body
close to yours. As you pulled me closer, I put my hand on your
chest to at least put up some token resistance. Again, you
amazed me. You stopped! You were the first man I had ever dated
who would take a 'no' from me as meaningful. Then, when you
brought me back to my apartment, I expected that you would fuck
me, and, as usual, I would love it. Instead, you accepted a
light kiss and even asked me for another date! That night I
resolved that I would going to be a totally different woman with
you so it would never occur to you ask other men if I was easy."
"Well, your strategy certainly worked. It never, ever occurred
to me ask anyone that question," I said.
"The longer we dated, the harder it became for me to continue
being the very conservative woman who wouldn't allow a man to
even caress her breasts through her blouse. The fact that I knew
I was torturing you, really made it difficult. But I wanted you
for keeps so badly, I was determined to continue. I did,
however, resolve that once we were married, I was going to make
it up to you beyond your wildest dreams. I was going to be
certain that you had the hottest, wildest wife any man ever
dreamed of having."
"You certainly lived up to that promise. You are, without
doubt, the sexiest, hottest, most erotic woman any man ever
dreamed of having for a wife. Which is why your worry about my
leaving you is absurd. Wild bears couldn't drive me away. The
only thing that really bothers me is your lack of trust in me.
Why couldn't you tell me about your intense desires for a more
varied sex life? We could have had one together all these
years."
"I was afraid to tell you. I had spent a year and a half
convincing you that I was a conservative prude. I made you go
through hell during our courtship. How many times did you leave
me in the evening with your cock rigid with desire and your balls
hurting? I felt that if you ever discovered the truth, you would
be so furious about being deceived that you would leave me. And
I couldn't blame you if you did."
"Well, now you know differently. Can we start again? Can you
trust me not to leave you? Can we be partners in a new expanded
sex life rather than having you hide every thing from me?"
Arlene closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "Yes! Oh yes! I
can't even begin to tell you how much I've wanted to share every
thing with you."
"Ok. Let's start right now. Tell me why you have been so
unrelentingly strict with Megan. She needs an understanding
woman to confide in."
"It was stupid; just more of my plan to keep deceiving you.
Keeping you believing that your wife is a conservative prude
about every thing outside of our bedroom. I knew that eventually
you would step in and take care of things. Which you certainly
did, thankfully."
"Thank you. I think Megan really likes her new clothes and her
new bedroom. And I'm pretty certain that we don't have to worry
about her getting pregnant before she wants to. I wonder how
long it will be before she starts having sex?"
"Didn't you know she's had a new boy friend, Gary, for three
weeks now?"
"Sure I know that. He's a junior, about 17 years old, right?
Megan introduced us the first time they went out on a date.
Seems like a nice guy."
"He is. Megan really likes him. He's handsome, nice physique,
soft-spoken but confident. All the qualities you have; all the
qualities women really like."
"Thank you. So how long do you think it will be before she
starts having sex?"
Arlene stared at me. "They been dating for three weeks, Honey,
maybe an average of five times a week or so. That's about 15
dates. Do you actually think that sexy young man with the good
physique and quiet confidence has allowed your good-looking, sexy
daughter to get through 15 dates without being fucked?"
"So she's having sex now?"
"Of course she is, and I can tell you, she's loving it. Women
like sex, Honey, or haven't you noticed?"
"I'm sure you're right, but how do you know for certain?"
"Well, I've got two pretty good pieces of evidence, Honey. The
first time Megan had sex, she bled of course. Although she knew
there would be some blood, it scared her, and she came to me to
see if every thing was Ok. Among other things, she told me that
you had advised her to trust me and not be afraid to discuss
things with me. That I was a wonderful woman. I can't even
begin to tell you how happy that makes me. You repaired all the
damage I had done."
"And the second piece of evidence?"
"Well... I saw Gary fucking her."
"How did that happen?!" I exclaimed, somewhat shocked.
"Don't act so shocked, Ralph. It was very, very sexy. I
enjoyed seeing Megan being so beautifully fucked. You would have
too, I think. Would you like to see me being beautifully
fucked?"
"Oh god yes! How did you happen to see them?"
"Gary used the outside entrance you provided. You said it was
for safety, but I know damn well that the primary reason was to
provide Megan with a way to see her lovers secretly. Anyway, I
heard groans coming from the basement. At first, I thought Megan
was in pain, but as soon as I opened the door to the basement, I
knew that they weren't moans of pain, they were the moans a woman
makes when she's about to cum."
"I knew I should leave and say nothing, but Megan was gasping
and moaning so much, it excited me and I couldn't resist sneaking
down the stairs and watching them. They had been too excited to
remember to close the bedroom door all the way."
"Gary had our daughter on her back in the center of the bed
with her legs hooked over his arms. He was mounted on her and
using his arms to press Megan's legs up and back so that her
pussy was wide open for him. He was doing an absolutely
masterful job of fucking her... hard, deep, steady strokes all
the way in... then all the way out. I could tell that he was
riding her high to keep his cock in contact with her G-spot and
put maximum pressure on her clitoris. That young man really
knows how to fuck a woman."
"Did he make her cum?"
"You didn't listen, Honey. I said he was doing a masterful job
screwing our daughter. She was having multiple orgasms, and he
had really great control. She was already close to climax when I
first saw them, but he continued to fuck her for another 10 or 15
minutes. Finally, I heard him tell Megan that he couldn't hold
it any longer... that he had to cum. I heard Megan say, 'Don't
hold it, Lover. You're not supposed to hold it. You supposed to
shoot it into me. Do it! Cum in my cunt!' I think our daughter
is going to be having a lot of sex from now on, Honey."
Arlene felt my crotch, smiled, and said, "You randy stud.
You're hard as iron from hearing about Megan getting royally
laid. As good as Gary is, he could still take lessons from you."
I kissed my wife, pushed her legs apart, and mounted her. When
my cock was buried inside her wet pussy, I asked, "Would you tell
me about all the sex you've had and concealed from me? When did
it start? That's not as good or as erotic as it would have been
had you trusted me, but it would do a lot to make me feel better,
to feel like you really trust me."
"All right, but remember, you asked me to tell you. I've been
having sex with other men ever since we were married. Do you
remember our wedding night when we were making out in the
elevator and those men got on?"
"I remember it vividly. You blew them away when you pulled up
your dress and let them see your pussy with my hand buried in it.
Then you told them not to hold their breath waiting for me to
call for assistance in satisfying you. I loved it." My cock
throbbed inside my wife's cunt at the memory.
"Mmmmm... you do have a good memory. That's exactly what
happened. Do you also remember that after two days you were
totally wasted from near continuous sex with me, and I told you
to sleep in while I shopped, got some sun, and relaxed?"
"I do. I remember that I slept like a dead man all day until
you shook me awake around dinner time. You had really worn me
out."
"Well, I did go shopping for a couple of hours. Around 10 or
11 AM, I was in the lounge having a drink, when those two men
from the elevator saw me. Naturally, they came over and asked if
they could join me. It never occurred to me to say 'no'."
"Their names were Allen and Randy. Both were in their
mid-twenties and single. It wasn't long before they asked me
what happened to my boy friend of two nights before. When I told
them you were my new husband, they were both surprised and turned
on."
"Why turned on?" I asked.
"Don't you know that most men like fucking married woman far
more than single ones?"
"I know that, but they weren't fucking you."
"No, but they wanted to and certainly intended to try to get me
into bed."
When I nodded my understanding, Arlene continued. "They wanted
to know where you were, and when I told them that you were worn
out, they didn't seem in the least surprised. In fact, they came
right out with it and asked if I would like to try wearing them
out. I smiled and said, 'Maybe'."
"After that, the conversation became very sexual and hot. One
of them asked if I had brought my wedding dress with me. When I
told them that I had, he suggested that we go get it and then
head to their hotel room. I knew why they wanted me to get my
wedding dress, and the thought had me so hot I could feel the
wetness between my thighs. A few minutes later, they were
leading me to the elevator."
"We stopped on our floor, and the three of us went to our room.
I peeked in and saw that you were still in deep sleep so there
was no problem getting my wedding dress out of my bag, putting it
in with my other shopping purchases, and leaving without ever
waking you."
"As soon as we got to the their room, I went in the bathroom,
locked the door, and put on my entire wedding ensemble, veil and
all. While I was dressing, Allen and Randy had stripped to just
their jockey briefs... so, when I came out, I was greeted by two
nearly naked men. They were both so hard their cocks were
sticking out the top of their briefs. That sight was far more
erotic than seeing them both naked. I got so turned on, I could
feel my juices sliding down my thighs."
"They sandwiched me between them, and as their hands explored
my body through my wedding dress, I stroked both of their cocks.
It wasn't long before Randy bent me over and pushed my white
dress up over my ass. He dragged my panties down and began
rubbing my clit. I came almost immediately, it was so hot and
wild having sex like that in my wedding dress."
"Allen unzipped the back of my dress, unhooked my bra, and
then released the straps. A moment later he pulled it off and
left my tits naked. My panties were still around my ankle. I
stepped out of them and handed them to the men who took turns
putting them against their face and smelling the aroma of my
aroused cunt."
"At this point, I remember Randy saying, 'Let's get the top of
her dress down so we can get at her big tits.' As soon as it was
bunched around my waist, they each sucked my nipples until both
of them stood erect and hard. It's really hard for me to
describe how totally hot and helpless they had me. You just have
a total slut for a wife, Honey."
"It didn't take long for them pull my wedding dress down below
my ass. Allen lay back on a table thrusting his cock forward,
and Randy ordered me to get on my knees and suck his dick. He
was not quite 7 inches so it was easy to deep throat him. He
held my head and mouth fucked me, shoving it all the way in and
out on every stroke. It didn't take long for me to feel his
prick beginning to jerk and throb. He was very, very close, and
I got ready to take his big load down my throat, but at the last
minute, he pulled out so he could put his load into my cunt or
ass."
"Allen guided me down onto my back on the couch while Randy
worked my wedding dress up to my waist. With no panties, my
pussy was totally exposed. My legs just instinctively spread,
and my hips arched upward to present my naked cunt. The next
thing I knew, Randy was between them eating me out. God, he was
good! His tongue just made my clit explode. Before he stopped,
I had cum twice."
"Randy moved up to kiss me, and I could taste my cunt juices on
his lips. While we were kissing, I felt Allen's tongue replace
Randy's in my pussy. I was getting close to another orgasm when
Randy rolled over onto his back and I moved down and took his
cock into my mouth. All three of us were sexually connected...
Allen's tongue in my cunt and Randy's cock in my mouth."
"I was just about to cum when Allen moved away from my
throbbing pussy saying, 'I want to fuck that beautiful cunt of
yours.' With my mouth filled with Randy's cock, all I could do
was moan my approval. Allen pulled me to feet saying, 'Bend over
the arm of the couch so I can fuck you doggy.' I did as he
ordered as he rolled a condom down his cock. The entire time,
they were calling me a cunt and whore slut; that really got me
going."
"As soon as he had me in position, Allen pushed my wedding
dress out of way and began rubbing his cock up and down my wet
slit until I was begging him to fuck me. He told me to put it
in, and I was so hot, there was no way I could have said 'no'. I
reached between my legs and guided him into me. He worked the
big head against my opening, and once it was firmly lodged inside
my hole, he drove his entire cock deep inside my cunt and began
fucking me. It was so hot, so wild, Honey! While in my wedding
dress, I was being fucked by a stranger. I came almost
immediately."
"I could feel his big cock throbbing and jerking inside my
cunt. I wanted to beg him to fuck me harder, faster, but Randy's
cock had again plugged my mouth and all I could do was grunt as I
got fucked. After a dozen thrusts, Allen began to pound
relentlessly into my cunt, his balls smacking against my ass with
every thrust. He pulled my hips higher and began to pound me so
hard I was grunting every time his cock thudded into the bottom
of my hole."
"I felt Randy's prick throbbing inside my mouth, and that, plus
Allen's cock in my pussy, mad me explode again. I can't tell you
how good it felt, Honey, when Allen's prick began to shoot. The
squishing sounds his cock made as it pumped in and out of my
vagina were incredibly erotic. His load filled the condom, but
he continued to thrust in and out of me for almost a minute
before he stopped."
"As soon as he was finished, Randy pulled him away so he could
get at me. I stayed in position for him, but he wanted me on the
arm of the couch on my back. When he had me the way he wanted,
he straddled the arm and put his cock into me. He got me off
once before he filled his condom."
"After that, we rested for 30 minutes or so. Once their cocks
were hard again, the men switched places with Allen using my cunt
and Randy my mouth. I was sucking Randy bare, and very quickly,
I was swallowing a big load of cum. Moments later, Allen was
shooting his load into the condom, and I was having near constant
orgasms."
"Was that the end of it, or did they both fuck you again?" I
asked.
"They each did me one more time. I had gotten up and taken off
my wedding dress to put my normal clothes back on. Before I could
get dressed, Randy told me to bend over the window sill. I did
and he fucked me again while Allen waited his turn. Since they
had both already each cum twice, it took them quite awhile to
finish. I was bent over that window sill for a half hour before
they both managed to shoot off in me. I was exhausted, but I did
manage to cum one more time."
"That was pretty much the end of the sex. I got dressed and
returned to our room. You were still asleep, so I repacked my
wedding attire, woke you up and took a shower to wash off all the
evidence."
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Three Weeks Later:
After my wife's confession and revelations, our sex life, which
was already great, became even better. During sex, Arlene would
tell me about some sexual encounter she had had, and I would be
magically transformed into a raging, rutting bull.
During one sex session when Arlene was riding me, I told her
that I was now fucking Helen from time to time. Her response was
to groan and hammer her hips up and down my rigid member until
she was having an intense orgasm. When she recovered, she
whispered, "It's about time you fucked that hot slut. Her randy
husband has been giving it to me for several years now. He
doesn't even ask me... just calls me on my cell to tell me to get
ready, shows up, and fucks me. I want you to do her the same
way."
One thing was still missing, however. Even though my wife was
still meeting other men from time to time, I had not yet seen her
being fucked. Three weeks later, that too changed. I was
working in my office at 9:30 AM when the phone rang. It was
Arlene.
"Hello, Honey. It's your slutty wife."
"I know. Love hearing your voice. What's up?"
"Dave Gamble called and said one of his girls got sick and had
to cancel out of a video shoot. He wants to know if I'll come
over and take her place. I told him I would if you could come
and watch. He said if you're cool with it, so is he. Want to
take the rest of the day off and watch your wife making a porn
video and getting fucked half to death by a huge-cocked stud?"
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The studio was set was a well-lighted kitchen. My wife was
wearing a brief aqua bikini bottom and a string bra that hardly
covered any of her tits. As before, the makeup artists had put a
black rinse on her hair and given her a dark, sultry complexion.
I hardly recognized her. Brad, the male lead in the video, was a
22-year old stud with a huge 10-and-a-half inch, thick cock that
stayed rock hard throughout the entire video. My cock was hard
even before the action started.
As the cameramen were setting up for the shoot, Dave asked,
"Are you Ok with this? Are you going to able to handle seeing
Brad pork your wife with that monster salami of his?"
"Yeah. I'm ok. I may cum in my pants, but I'll be ok."
"I always get hard watching those guys fuck the married women.
I just take it out and jerk off. You do the same. We'll jack
off watching your wife get fucked. When she's finished, we'll
take her into my private office and both fuck her."
I nodded almost too excited to think. The action started
slowly with Arlene presumably talking to a friend on the phone
about how this guy with a monster cock was fixing things around
her house. She tells her friend that she wants to sample his
meat and have him fix parts of her pussy that her husband can't
begin to reach. On camera, she strips naked, puts on a sexy
string bikini, and goes out onto the patio to tease and seduce
the guy.
Ten minutes into the video, she had his cock out sucking him.
I was amazed. He was really huge... not only a big-10-and-half
inches long, but also so damn thick, Arlene could just barely get
her hand around his cock. She took about 7 inches of him into
her throat, but that's as much as she could suck.
Brad got my wife's bikini bottoms off and her big tits out of
her bra, sat her ass on the kitchen counter, and told her to
spread her legs. I thought he was going to start fucking her,
but instead he went down on her pussy. He licked her for maybe
fifteen minutes to bring her to two intense, screaming orgasms.
Dave leaned over and explained, "We take more video than we'll
use. This will probably go on for an hour and a half, but the
final video will be about 30 to 40 minutes."
After Arlene's second orgasm, Brad had her bend over the
kitchen counter. When her ass was stuck up in the air, he moved
behind her and pushed his big rod into her cunt. She groaned as
five inches sank into her. Brad pushed in another inch forcing a
loud gasp from Arlene's throat. Four inches of prick was pulled
out, to her loud moans of protest. Very quickly, the four inches
were replaced with six. The eight, thick inches of man meat
stretched her cunt into a huge hole. Brad forced in another two
inches causing his balls to bang against her clit.
"OOHHHHHHHHHHH... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" came my wife's tortured
moan of passion.
For the first time in my life, I was watching my wife being
fucked by another man. It was incredible. I couldn't stand it.
I frantically unzipped and got my rigid cock out. I only had to
stroke it a couple of times before my load fired high into the
air.
Brad was fucking my wife so hard her big tits were swinging
back and forth in time to his hard thrusts into her pussy. Her
mouth was wide open as she grunted and moaned continuously.
"God! She's three times as loud as she is when we fuck," I
commented to Dave, who was also rapidly stroking his own cock.
"That's because of that monster cock pumping her. Drives women
crazy. They can't stop cumming. Just look how it stretches her
cunt hole. Watch her big tits bouncing when that monster slugs
into her."
The video cameras were connected to large TV screens so we
could all see the various views they were capturing. One camera
was directly underneath the fucking couple. At one point, Brad
hoisted one of my wife's legs up onto the counter top. The
camera beneath now had an unobstructed shot of Brad's huge prick
plunging in and out of my wife's wide open, stretched cunt. It
was so damn hot! I was about to cum again.
After 15 minutes or so of fucking in doggy position, Brad
pulled my wife upright and stripped her naked. He than lay down
on his back on the floor and had Arlene mount him facing the
cameras. With her legs wide open, every camera had a clear shot
of his huge boner plunging in and out of her cunt. The director
moved one camera right between Brad's legs so it was aimed upward
right at the connection of his cock and my wife's pussy. Another
camera captured the bouncing and flopping her tits as she
hammered her vagina up and down the length of his iron-hard pussy
stretcher.
My wife was moaning and gasping every time the huge cock
hammered into her cunt. "Oh! OH! So good! OH so good! AH! AH!
AH! AH! HARDER, HONEY. OH! HARDER! SOOOO GOOD! UGH! UGH! UGH!
UGH! UGH! AAAHHHHHH!!"
Later, the director had Arlene reverse her position and mount
her stud with her tits hanging in his face. Now, the cameras
caught the action from the side and she hammered her cunt on his
big prong and from the back to show it stretching her cunt into a
gaping hole and sinking out of sight into her depths.
The final position had Arlene lying on the kitchen table on her
back, her legs up in the air, Brad standing on the floor between
her legs, fucking his cock in and out of her waiting, wide open
cunt. After some normal fucking, Brad was told to put one of her
legs up on shoulder, which he did. Arlene was then told to put
her other leg flat on the table with her knee bent. The position
completely opened up the plane of her cunt and let the cameras
capture every hard, ramming thrust of the huge sex gun into my
wife's wide-open fuck hole.
My wife screamed as the monster dick hammered all the way in
and out of her pussy on every stroke.
"OOOHHHHHH GOD... YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEE! TOO BIG...
AAAHHHH... NOT SO HARD... OOHHHH SHIT! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!
OOHH... FUCK! JJEZZZZZZZ... WHAT A COCK! PUMP IT, STUD! GIVE IT
TO ME! MAKE ME CUM! OOOHHHHHHH!! FUCK... NOW! NOW! I'M
CUMMMINGGGGGGG!!!"
When Brad was ready to cum, he fucked Arlene like a jackhammer
until he could feel his load ready to shoot. Pulling out, my
wife rapidly got off the table and knelt in front of his with her
mouth wide open. He began to jack his huge shaft with the head
pointed right at her open mouth.
The first gush fired straight into Arlene's upturned, open
mouth. After the first cum jet was safely inside her mouth, Brad
put the head of his cock right against her lower lip. The second
spurt hit her lip, ran down her chin, and onto her big tits. The
third gush shot directly against her chin and added more cum to
her chest. It was now dripping off her chin like water coming
out of a faucet. Another cum burst fired over her open mouth and
hit her top lip coating her nose and lip with semen. This was
quickly followed by still another big spurt that went straight
into her wide open mouth hole. Several more, smaller jets,
coated her tits and cheeks. When his sex gun was finally empty
of ammunition, my wife's face, tits, chest were drenched with his
cum load, and huge globs pooled in her mouth. She smiled, closed
her mouth, and swallowed all of it.
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On the drive home, my wife still had dried cum on her face and
under her blouse, I knew there was even more on her tits and
chest. Although Brad's load had gone into her mouth and on her
face and tits, Dave and I had each pumped one load into Arlene's
cunt and another into her ass. She was sitting on a towel to
keep from soiling the seats of the car.
Halfway home, Arlene said, "I have to ask you a serious
question, Ralph. Ok?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"I know you really got off seeing me being fucked and also when
you and Dave both screwed me later in his office. I'm truly
sorry that I concealed and hid every thing from you for so many
years. But now you've seen it and know how slutty I am. What I
want to know is would you prefer that I be a faithful wife who is
fiery hot in our bedroom but not outside, or do you really want
your wife to be a total slut like you saw today?"
When I didn't reply immediately, she added, "I truly promise
that if you want me to be a red hot wife in our bed and for you
alone, I will be exactly that for the rest of our lives. But if
you want me to continue being the type of hot slut you saw today
while you participate one way or another, I'll do that too. But
I need to know which you prefer."
Thirty minutes of silence followed. When we were close to
home, Arlene said, "Well? Which one do you want?"
"I'm thinking," I said. "I'm thinking!"
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