Duplicity by RLM
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Male Bonding:
With the wind blowing 15 mph directly toward the tee box and gusts up to
25 mph, the 15th hole became a monster that regularly devoured novices by
the dozens. Already a long, 565-yard, par 5 hole, with the wind in your
face, it was really a par 6 for any player except a pro. For the weekend
golfer, it was more like a par 7. With a forest lining the left side of
the fairway, it was a death hole for the player with a chronic hook. The
two, large fairway traps and the four additional traps, two on each side of
the undulating green added to the nightmare of the 15th. Many players
would have been more than happy to settle for double bogey 7 on the hole
and just skip it.
My playing partner, coworker, and best friend for 10 years, Taylor
Deakins had birdied the 14th and, therefore, had the honor on the 15th.
Having teed up his ball, he blinked into the wind, shook his head, and
said, "The Devil himself designed this hole. No doubt about it."
"Maybe. But I've heard it suggested that God is the architect, and that
he designed the hole to warm sinners of what hell was going to be like if
they didn't change their ways," I replied with a smile.
"Well, that's a thought," Taylor answered as he stared down the fairway
at the green that seemed to be a 1,0000 yards away.
"Yeah. It is. The word is that golfers who go to hell get to play a
course with 18 holes just like this one."
"What a horrible thought that is! Would you like to hit first, Kent?
I'd be glad to concede the honor to you."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll just watch what happens to your
ball when the wind catches it."
After waggling his club to prepare, Taylor addressed his ball, drew his
club back, pivoted his hips perfectly, and lashed into the ball. He hit it
well. The ball flew high off the tee, straight and true down the center of
the fairway. Normally, it would have come to rest about 240 to 250 yards
from the tee. Unfortunately, before the shot reached the top of its
trajectory, a powerful 30 mph gust of wind caught it. It almost seemed as
if the ball had suddenly hit a wall of water. For a moment, it hung in
midair and then fell almost straight down to the fairway, about 175 yards
out leaving Taylor almost 400 yards short of the green.
"Jesus!" he said in wonderment. "Well, that certainly wasn't a success
story. Your turn, Kent."
I pondered my shot for a few moments and took my 1-iron out of the bag.
"You're going to hit a 1-iron?" Taylor said in an obviously surprised
voice. "Do you remember what Travino said about 1-irons?"
"I think it was something like 'Only God can hit a 1-iron."
"Maybe, but my recollection was that he said, 'Even God can't hit a
1-iron."
"Well, let's find out." Of course, my plan was to hit the ball hard and
keep it low and into the wind. If I got lucky and didn't catch a big gust
of wind like Taylor had, and if I hit it well (highly questionable), I
might actually get some distance out of the shot. As the fates would have
it, that's exactly what happened. The shot never got more 25 or so feet
off the ground, but I hit it well and straight, and its low trajectory
minimized the effect of the wind. When the ball came to rest, it was 220
yards out.
"Gorgeous Shot!" Taylor exclaimed, patting me on the back. "You're
going to have to give me a lesson in how to hit a 1-iron."
We each got almost 200 yards out of our second fairway wood leaving me a
very reasonable 145 yards to the pin, but Taylor had a formidable 185 yards
still to go. Normally, I would have used a 7-iron, but with the fierce
wind, I hit a 4-iron. I hit it well, but my luck wasn't in this time. The
wind died down for a moment... the wrong moment... and I was over the
green by 10 yards. As expected, Taylor's third was short of the green by
15 yards. We each chipped onto the green, but we both two-putted for bogey
6's.
"Great recovery after the bad luck on your tee shot, I said to my
friend. As we walked to the 16th tee box, I reflected on how much fun it
was to play golf with Taylor. He was always delighted when someone else
hit a good shot, and he never complained about bad luck or lost his temper
when he hit a bad shot. I considered myself fortunate to have a man like
Taylor as a friend. I was reasonably certain that he felt the same way
about me.
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Wives Night Out:
Krystal never complained about my weekend golf dates with Taylor, nor
did she object when we occasionally had an evening poker game. Taylor's
wife DeAnn was the same way with him. Consequently, we returned the favor
by not griping about their once-a-week aerobics class or their weekly night
out together.
For a long time, DeAnn and Krystal had gone out for the evening on
Wednesdays. Sometimes it varied, but for the most part, if it as
Wednesday, I knew that after dinner either DeAnn would pick up my wife or
Krystal would pick up DeAnn for their evening out.
Even though I didn't object to Krystal and DeAnn having a weekly night
out together, that didn't mean that I was oblivious to what they might be
doing. Both women were extremely attractive with big, firm racks and full,
sexy asses, and both women weren't shy about showing off what they had.
Both Taylor and I loved for our wives to dress hot when we went out, but it
had bothered me when they dressed the same way when they went out on
Wednesday nights.
My worries were exercerbated by an incident that had occurred in Las
Vegas when Krystal and I were on vacation there two years previously. We
had a very nice room at Caesar's Palace and had gone out for dinner at a
four-star restaurant. After dinner, we returned to Caesar's Palace for
dancing. A little after 10 PM, I asked Krystal what she would like to do
next, hoping, of course, that she would suggest going back to our room and
having sex. What she suggested blew my mind.
"Let's go to a swing club, the Red Rooster. We don't have to do
anything, but I think it would be fun to walk through the place, watch, and
see what's it's like. Ok?"
I had told my wife that I was really uncomfortable with that and didn't
think I could handle it. To that, she had replied, "Oh come on, Kent.
We're in Vegas, and you know what they say... 'What happens in Vegas,
stays in Vegas'. Besides, I'll stay by your side and fight off any women
who try to rape you."
"Very funny," I had replied sarcastically. "And do you expect me to
fight off the two dozen guys who are going to be trying to fuck you?"
"Two dozen? You really think there will be that many men who want to
fuck me?"
"In that outfit you're wearing, I think two dozen might be much too low.
You're showing some cleavage and that skirt is really short."
"I'll bet the other women there will be dressed in much hotter outfits
than this. Come on, Honey. We're on vacation... in Vegas. Let's do
something erotic."
I had objected a second time but Krystal had persisted and of course, we
had ended up going to the Red Rooster. I had expressed surprise at the
very low cover charge, but Gayle, the hostess, explained is was the club's
method of attracting new members.
"Not everyone who visits ends up joining, but enough of them do to make
the initial low cover charge good business."
Gayle gave us a guided tour of the club during which we saw numerous
couples fondling each other, and Krystal had been right in saying that most
of the women were dressed much hotter than she was. Quite a few were down
to just bra, panties, stockings, and heels, and several had their breasts
exposed.
Krystal didn't seem to be able to take her eyes off one woman who was
being fondled by two very large, handsome black men each of whom wore only
briefs and both of whom appeared to seriously hung and very hard. It was
obvious that she was no longer interested in listening to Gayle's
description of the club. As I watched, she had sat down on a padded,
elevated table, crossed her legs to show off her thighs all the way up to
her hips, and watched the two men working on the moaning woman.
Seeing the my wife's attention was elsewhere, Gayle ignored her and
spoke to me, "You can roam around the ground floor as much as you like, but
only couples are allowed on the second floor."
"Thanks, but we won't be staying long. We just came out of curiosity...
to see what it was like, more or less," I had replied. Gayle had laughed
softly when I said that.
"Did I say something amusing?" I asked confused.
"Actually, yes. We get a lot of couples here like you and Krystal.
Most of the men tell me what you just told me... that they're only here to
see what it's like. And for the husbands or boyfriends, that's usually
right. They rarely have sex with any of the women present, but for the
wives and girlfriends, that's often not the case."
"How often?"
"I haven't conducted a survey, but off hand, I would estimate that over
half of the wives and girlfriends end up having sex before they leave, and
of the ones who do, most of them get it on with several men. Anyway, that
probably doesn't apply to your wife. Have fun. Let me know if you need
anything." With that, Gayle had returned to her post at the entrance to the
club.
When I had turned my attention back to where my wife had been watching
the woman with the two black studs, they had all vanished. I had done a
quick 360 degree scan of the area but saw no trace of my wife. Quickly, I
returned to the club's entrance and asked Gayle if she knew were my wife
had gone.
"She followed those two black guys and the woman she was watching into
one of the open common rooms. It's just down the hallway on your right."
I thanked her and turned to leave, but Gayle stopped me. "Kent, you
might not want to follow her into that room. Perhaps you should just wait
at the bar. I'm sure she'll find you later."
I not only ignored Gayle's advice, it made me hurry even faster to the
common room. As soon as I entered, I saw the two black men both fucking
the white woman they had been fondling. One guy had his thick shaft buried
in the woman's cunt while the other guy was fucking her mouth. Several
other couples were having sex on mattresses that were spread around the
room.
Even in the dimmly lighted room, it wasn't hard to find Krystal. She
was in doggy position on a couch on her knees with her ass arched high in
the air, her head almost resting on the couch, as she avidly watched the
two black men fucking the woman. Some guy standing beside the couch
already had my wife's skirt up over her hips. I could see his hand moving
over her pantie-covered ass and then downward between Krystal's thighs as
both of them listened to the woman moaning and grunting as the cocks rammed
powerfully into her holes.
The guy caressing my wife's ass and pussy saw me coming before I was
halfway to the couch. He had obviously done this enough to easily
recognize the look of an infuriated husband. Without a moment's
hesitation, he turned and bolted from the room.
Jerking my wife's skirt down, I growled, "What the hell do you think
you're doing? You said we were just going to watch."
Krystal looked confused. "We are just watching. Isn't it just
incredibly hot how hard those two guys are making her cum!"
"Let's go! Now!"
"Why? I don't understand. One minute you're hard as stone and pulling
up my skirt so you can play with my ass and pussy... the next minute, you
want to leave. I thought you were going to fuck me doggy, Honey. Don't
you want to?"
"That wasn't me playing with your ass and pussy, Krystal. That was some
other guy enjoying you. He ran like hell when he saw me coming."
"Oh my god! I'm sorry, Honey. I thought it was you. Anyway, whoever
he was, he's got me warmed up for you, Lover. Come on. Mount me and fuck
me while we watch those black stud giving it to that hot slut."
My wife scrambled off the couch, bent over it with her ass arched,
looked back at me and hissed, "Come on, Lover. Pull down my panties and
give it to me while we both watch. Hurry, I want it in me! Now!"
When I hesitated, one of the several men who were watching the two black
guys screwing the woman said, "Go on, Man. Give it to her! If you don't,
there's a half dozen guys here would would love to get into her."
Krystal was now holding her ass cheeks apart exposing the wet hole of
her cunt. "You heard the man, Darling. Fuck me! Now!"
I had taken me less than a minute to get out of my clothes and move
behind my wife. She was still staring intently at the two black men who
now had their cocks buried in the woman's ass and cunt fucking both of her
holes. "Oh god, Honey. Look at that! She's taking both of those huge
dicks up her cunt and ass. Jesus! She must have 20 inches of cock in her
holes."
Holding my wife's hips, I drove my dick into her waiting pussy. She
wailed as it sank into her. Pulling back, I pumped it to her... hard..
fast. She grunted and howled every time in disappeared into her now
throbbing pussy. I hadn't thrust into her more than a few times before she
screamed that she was cumming. I pounded into her again bringing wild
cries from my wife. Her pussy was throbbing and clenching spastically
around my cock. Rarely, had she cum that hard... and never before had she
gotten off so fast.
After fucking her doggy for five minutes, it seemed to me like she was
cumming almost continuously. But even as her vagina convulsed in hard,
intense climaxes, she never took her eyes off the two black cocks sinking
in and out of the woman's cunt.
When I put Krystal on her back on the couch, she turned her head so she
could continue to watch the three of them. As soon as I lifted and spread
her legs, three men moved closer so they could see my wife's cunt. They
all had their cocks out, and when I sank my cock into my wife's quivering
hole, they all began jacking off rapidly.
In addition to the three men watching me fucking my wife, four more were
jacking off as they watched the two black shafts disappearing into the
other woman's holes. Krystal's pussy contracted in another orgasm. It
hadn't even ebbed before she was screaming at me to lie down on the couch
so she could ride my cock while she watched.
"It's too hard to see them on my back, Honey. Lie down. Let me ride
you reverse cowgirl so I can watch them while you fuck me. Hurry.
Please!"
As soon as pulled my rigid shaft out of my wife's cunt, all three men
moved closer and stared at the gaping, wet hole between Krystal's legs.
"Damn! She's looks good," one of them had said. "Is her cunt tight, Man?"
As I lay back on the couch, I told them that it was like a throbbing
vise. That brought simultaneous moans from all three men. That comment
plus the sight of Krystal's pussy was too much for one of them. He moved
even closer, grunted... then howled as his cock exploded thick streams of
semen. The first huge gush shot all the way up to my wife face and
splattered over her cheek and lips. The second thick spurt hit her tits
and belly. Then another big load hit her face and several more covered her
belly and mound.
I didn't think that Krystal even noticed the guy's load running down her
body she was so enthralled with her own orgasms and the sight of the two
black cocks pounding into the woman's ass and cunt holes. When she mounted
and impaled herself pussy on my rigid shaft, she came again almost
immediately. This time, my dick exploded my load up her hole. She
screamed even louder as the semen gushed out of her tightly plugged vagina
and coated my balls.
I was so turned on by this time, that I didn't even lose my erection.
For next ten minutes we fucked each other like wild animals. I came a
second time around the time my wife had her tenth orgasm.
Even though that episode at the Red Rooster had occurred two years
previously, it was still vivid in my mind. On the one hand, I loved the
fact that I was married to an extremely sensuous and hot woman. But on the
other hand, it did give me cause for concern when Krystal and DeAnn started
dressing hot and going out on Wednesday evenings.
The first time or so when Krystal and DeAnn went out for an evening
together, I had commented on how sexy they both looked. "If I didn't know
better," I had said to Krystal before she left, "I would think the two of
you were trying to pick up some men."
"Well, as you say, you know better, so what are you worrying about?
DeAnn and I both enjoy attracting male attention. You and Taylor know
that, and we all enjoy it when we go out together. Besides, you know damn
well there's no way in hell we're going to pick up some strange men. You
do know that, don't you?"
What could I possibly say in the face of a direct question like that
other than, "Yes, Honey. I do know that. Have a good time. Call me if
you need anything." After that exchange, I had never said a word when they
dressed hot and sexy for their evenings out.
Although I didn't say anything, I did check up on them a few times at
the start and after that, I did it randomly... usually once every two
months or so. Of course, I never told the women that. In fact, I didn't
even tell Taylor. I certainly didn't want my best friend to know that I
was checking up on what his wife was doing as well as mine.
The first few times I followed our wives, all they did was have dinner
and then go to a movie, which was usually a chick flick. The next time I
checked on them was during the second month. After dinner, they skipped
the movie in favor of drinks at a club. As always, both of them weren't
shy about sitting with their skirts riding high on their thighs as they sat
at their table. Even from where I was sitting, I could easily see that her
short, tight sheathe exposed over half of DeAnn's thighs.
My wife had chosen to wear a longer, fuller skirt, but it had a side
slit that opened almost all the way to her hips. When she had first taken
a seat, only about half of her thigh was exposed by the open slit, but
after a few drinks and squirming around in her chair, her dress had fallen
completely away from her leg so that everything up to her hip was exposed.
Given they way they looked and the way they were obviously enjoying
showing off their legs and cleavage, I wasn't surprised when several men
asked them to dance, but I was surprised when they turned everyone down.
After that evening, I didn't bother to follow them again for another month
or so.
At the beginning of the fourth month, I again followed Krystal and DeAnn
on their Wednesday night out. This time they had dinner and took in a
movie after which they went to a club for drinks. I sat at the far corner
of the bar wearing my usual dark glasses and baseball cap and watched as
both Krystal and DeAnn danced with several of the men. Of course, the men
tried to feel them up on the dance floor, but none of them got very far
before being stopped. Of course, our wives were still having a great time
teasing the men with their exposed legs and cleavage, but that was no more
than they always did when they were with Taylor and me.
About a half year after our wives started going out on Wednesday
evenings, I had nothing to do, so once again, I decided to follow them. I
did feel a little sneaky, but it was so erotic watching Krystal and DeAnn
when neither of them knew I was watching that I put that thought out of my
mind and just enjoyed the evening playing private detective.
I was more than a little surprised when I found that our wives were now
skipping dinner and a movie and heading directly to Louis' Club. As usual,
our wives were wearing outfits that showed off their large tits and weren't
being particularly careful to keep their legs covered. As before, they
were both being asked to dance by quite a few men, and as before, they
eventually accepted invitations from two guys who appeared to be about 30.
Once DeAnn and Krystal were out on the floor, their dance partners were
again feeling them up, but neither DeAnn nor Krystal let them go very far
before stopping them. However, unlike the previous time I had watched,
when they left the dance floor, their partners joined them at their
"table", which was really just a coffee table on which to set drinks and
snacks with a two-person love-seat on either side.
Krystal and her dance partner occupied one of the love seats, DeAnn and
her partner the other one. They were too far away from me to hear the
conversation, but every so often the men would whisper something in either
Krystal's or DeAnn's ear. Invariably, their whispered comments produced a
laugh followed by a negative head shake from our wives.
It was amusing. The men kept trying but got absolutely no where until
one of them asked Krystal a question to which she nodded yes. That got my
attention. A moment later, the guy pointed to my wife's knees and made
motions that obviously indicated that he wanted her to spread her legs.
Almost immediately, the other guy did the same to DeAnn. This was all
repeated a second time before I figured out what was going on. The men had
asked Krystal and DeAnn if they were wearing panties. They had nodded yes,
but the men wanted proof.
I was certain that neither of the men expected Krystal and DeAnn to
provide the proof they wanted to see, but that was because they didn't know
how much our wives enjoyed showing off and getting men hard. When they
asked a third time, the two women looked at each other, grinned, and
nodded. With those nods, DeAnn spread her legs wide open to give the two
men a clear view of her black and white panties.
Not more than five seconds after DeAnn had opened her legs, I watched as
my wife followed suit. Raising her hips, she pulled her tight, black dress
up to the tops of her thighs and opened her legs exhibiting her pale violet
panties.
I had expected the women to close their legs as soon as the men had seen
that they were wearing panties. They did close their legs a little, but
not enough to hide the erotic view of their panties. They ordered another
round of drinks and continued to chat with the men for another fifteen
minutes before telling them it was time to leave.
I followed our wives out to the parking lot being careful not to be
seen. They got into Krystal's car and drove to DeAnn's house where she got
out of the car, waved goodnight, and headed inside. I had to hurry to
arrive home before my wife got there.
I had enjoyed my evening of spying, but one thing was certain, Taylor
and I had nothing to worry about. Our wives liked to tease and flirt, but
that was as far as it went... unless of course, it was their husbands they
were teasing.
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A Frustrated Wife:
The following weekend, Krystal and I went out to dinner and then, as the
fates would have it, we ended up at Louis' Club. However, this time I was
the one enjoying dancing with Krystal with my very hard, 7+ inch cock
grinding into her mound and pussy. Even better, she wasn't stopping me as
she had the men earlier in the week.
When we were seated on either side of one of the low tables, she sat
with her legs open allowing me a very clear view of her shaved cunt since
she hadn't worn any panties. "God! You look delicious, Honey."
"Delicious enough to get you hard?"
"Like stone, Krystal. Like stone. Feel me."
I had expected her to refuse, but she didn't hesitate. She moved beside
me in the love seat, unzipped my pants, and had her hand wrapped around my
rigid shaft in less than 15 seconds. "Oh Baby! You weren't kidding. This
thing is hard as stone. I want it! In my cunt, Lover."
"That's exactly where I intend to put it, you sexy witch... probably
three or four times. Don't count on getting much sleep tonight, Honey."
"Oh yes. Come on. Let's dance again. I want to feel that hard dick
grinding into my pussy."
Once we were back on the dance floor, our feet were hardly moving.
Mostly, we were just swaying to the music as I thrust my erection against
Krystal's crotch.
"Oohhhh god... that feels so damn good. I love it!" she hissed in my
ear. "I feel so sorry for DeAnn. I don't see how she stands it."
"What are you talking about?"
"Not here, Honey. Just dry fuck me harder."
We left Louis' about 30 minutes later. As I drove toward our home,
Krystal had my cock out stoking me. "Don't you dare shoot off, Kent. If
you're getting close, tell me so I can stop. I want your big load inside
my cunt, not all over the car."
"Then you'd better stop right now. I'm getting close... What was all
that about DeAnn? Why do you feel sorry for her and what can't she stand?"
"That just slipped out, Honey. I shouldn't have said anything. Can't
we just forget it?"
"Well, we can certainly just avoid the subject, but I can't very well
forget it now that you've already told me that DeAnn has some major
problem."
"Yeah. I guess you're right. If I tell you, do you promise that you
won't say anything to Taylor?"
"What's Taylor got to do with this?"
"Do you promise? Not a word to Taylor. If you don't promise, I'm not
telling you anymore."
"All right. Sure. Not a word to Taylor or anyone else for that matter.
Ok?"
"Yeah. Just remember... you promised... not a word! I know how close
a friend Taylor is to you, Darling, and I've always thought he's a great
guy... second only to my husband. And DeAnn loves him to death too,
but..."
"But what?"
"But the sad fact is that while Taylor might be able to hit a golf ball
straighter and further than you and carry a 10-point higher bowling average
than you, he's just not in your league in the bedroom, Baby."
"What are you talking about? How do you know that?"
"DeAnn has been telling me her problems for the last year, Kent. Taylor
only has sex with DeAnn once or twice a month, and when he does, he usually
cums within five minutes and that's it. He can never get it up a second
time, and now no longer even tries. DeAnn's getting about 10 minutes of
sex a month. She says that Taylor's so quick to cum that she usually
doesn't even get to have an orgasm."
"My god. That's hard to believe. What about oral sex?"
"Taylor refuses to do oral sex. He tells DeAnn that the odor of her
pussy reminds him of dead fish... even when she's freshly bathed. Anyway,
she's just climbing the walls. When we go out on Wednesdays, we sometimes
go to a club for drinks, and when we do, we usually dance with some guys.
She wants sex so badly she's usually crying by the time we're driving
home."
"Why doesn't she cheat with some of those men?"
"She loves Taylor and would never cheat on him with complete
strangers... so here she is 28 years old and getting almost no sex.
Anyway, I feel so sorry for her. It really makes me appreciate you all the
more, but I do feel sort of guilty. I've got this fantastic stud in my
bed, and my best friend is essentially an unwilling nun at age 28. But
enough of this. Come on, Stud. Drive faster. Get me home and fuck my hot
ass off."
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I didn't bother to follow Krystal and DeAnn the following Wednesday for
two reasons. First, from previous experience, I knew that there was no
point in following them, unless I wanted to spend several hours watching
them eat, perhaps watch a movie, and then watch them dancing with and
teasing a variety of guys but pushing their hands away every time they
became adventuresome. The second reason was that given the things Krystal
had told me about DeAnn's sexual frustration with Taylor coupled with her
unwillingness to cheat, I knew there was no possibility that anything
different would happen.
When Krystal got home that evening before 11 PM, I knew my analysis was
dead-on-the-money correct. "Hey! You're home really early tonight. Is
everything all right?" I asked when my wife entered our den.
"If you're asking if anything unusual or bad happened, the answer is no.
We're fine. But everything is far from Ok."
"What's wrong?"
"Just what I told you, but it was much worse tonight. We had dinner at
"Crepes Deluxe" with a nice cabernet and talked a lot. DeAnn is a basket
case. All through the meal, she alternated between crying and cursing
Taylor. He hasn't fucked her for the last two weeks, and the last two
times they did have sex, he finished so quickly DeAnn never had an orgasm.
When I suggested we go for drinks and dancing like we usually do, she said
she just couldn't do it."
"Why not? She's not going to feel any worse having a few drinks and
dancing than she's going to feel at home."
"It wasn't that."
"Then what was it?"
"She's so horny she was afraid that she would end up cheating on Taylor
with some guy if she felt his erection rubbing against her. In fact, she
told me that if any guy asked her for sex, there would be no way she could
muster the will power to turn him down. So, we called it night.
Hopefully, Taylor with screw her before next Wednesday or it will probably
be another aborted evening. You haven't said anything to Taylor have you?"
"You know, Krystal, that's really an insulting question. I gave you my
word... my vow of complete silence and confidentiality. Basically, your
question announces a complete lack of trust in my word."
My wife was silent for almost a minute. Then, she said, "You're right,
Darling. I'm really sorry. I do trust you, but I'm just so distraught
over DeAnn that I'm just not thinking straight. Please forgive me?"
"Of course. I fully understand. I'm sorry your evening out was such a
downer. Anything I can do to help?"
"Oh, I can think a few things that would make me feel a lot better...
but I see you're watching a basketball game."
With one swift motion, I hit the power button on the remote. The screen
went black. "What basketball game? Who would watch a basketball game with
the musky aroma of an aroused pussy is in the air."
"Not my husband... that's for sure," Krystal said as she walked toward
the bedroom swinging her ass and shedding her clothes as she went. I
followed right behind her tossing my clothes on top of hers. When we
reached the master bedroom, she turned to face me. "Can you really smell
my pussy, Honey?"
"I can only rarely smell your pussy, Honey, but I can always smell your
hot cunt."
"Oh fuck," she hissed.
"I intend to," I informed her.
I did. She did. We did... several times.
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As Krystal and I were eating dinner on Friday evening, she reminded me
that she had signed up for an extra hour of water and stretching exercises
at her spa.
"You do remember that I'll be spending two hours at the spa now, don't
you, Kent?"
"Oh yeah that's right," I responded. You signed up for water aerobics
and something else, right?"
"Yeah, water aerobics and stretching exercises. By the time I shower
and clean up after the exercises, it will probably be after 10 PM or so
before I get home. We talked about this before. Are you still Ok with
it?"
"Sure. Why not? These exercise classes help you stay healthy, and
keeping good health is a lot easier and less expensive than trying to get
it back after you lose it. Is there anything you need for me to do this
evening?"
"No. Just relax. I'll be home around 10:30 PM." An hour later at 7 PM,
Krystal was out the front door on the way to the spa.
I was scanning the TV guide to see what might be worth watching when the
doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I saw DeAnn standing there, smiling
at me. I was surprised to see DeAnn since she knew that Krystal would be
at her weekly exercise class for most of the evening. However, I was even
more surprised at the way she was dressed. Her form-fitting, white top
plunged all the way to her belly exposing the inner half of both of her 36D
tits. Another half inch to the side and her nipples would have been
exposed. Her black mini-skirt just barely covered her ass. It failed
completely to cover the tops of her black nylons or her sexy matching black
garters. Her heels appeared to be at least five-inches. Even though I was
shocked, it was also rapidly getting a full-blown erection.
"Aren't you going to invite a girl in, Kent? Or do you plan on just
standing there staring at me?" she said seductively.
"Of course... of course," I stammered. "But Krystal's not here. She's
at her exercise class."
"I know, and I also know she won't be home until well after 10 PM, Kent.
But it's not Krystal that I want to see. She doesn't have what I need.
You do," she whispered.
"What are you talking about it, DeAnn?" I replied even though I had a
pretty good idea what she meant.
"I know that Krystal's told you about my problem with Taylor."
"Yeah, she has, and I'm really terribly sorry about it. It must be
awful for you."
"You have no idea, Kent. No idea. But you can fix all those problems.
Krystal has spent a lot of time over last year telling me what a great
lover you are."
"I can't DeAnn. Taylor's my best friend, and I've never cheated on
Krystal. I just can't."
"Don't you think I look hot, Kent?" DeAnn said in a passion-filled voice
as she slowly pulled her short skirt even higher to let me see her thin,
black panties.
"Oh god, yes! You look positively delicious. Have you come on to
Taylor like this? I bet he would drag you to bed."
"I've done a lot more than this to get Taylor interested in fucking me.
Nothing works. He's a great guy but he's always had a very low sex drive
and, like a lot of men, refuses to admit there's anything wrong. But
according to Krystal, your sex drive is huge. Is it? Is your cock hard
right now, Kent?"
"You know it is! I'm so fucking hard, it hurts."
DeAnn mounted my desk and planted her sexy heels on its surface
steepling her knees and exposing her entire thigh. "I know exactly how to
take care of hurt like that, Honey. Do you like my thighs? Do they make
your cock throb?"
I opened my mouth to say something, but the awesome sight of DeAnn's
exposed thighs caused the words to stick in my throat. All I could do was
repeat myself. "I can't. I want to, but I can't. Taylor's my best
friend, and I've never cheated on Krystal."
DeAnn pulled her top aside exposing her nipples and most of her tits.
"See how hard my nipples are for you, Baby. I know you like them. I can
see your cock jerking inside your pants. It looks huge. I want it... I
want it in me!"
I heard myself moan as DeAnn laid back on the desk and arched her ass
high with her heels spread. As her hips pumped up and down in slow fuck
motions, her hand moved sensuously over her pussy.
"You'll be doing your best friend a huge favor to take care of my needs,
Kent. In every other way, Taylor's a wonderful man, but he just can't take
care of me sexually. I'm going absolutely crazy. If you won't help me,
I'll have to start cheating on my husband, and he's very, very smart. It
won't be long until he finds out, and then I'll lose him. But he will
never suspect you, and I'll never, ever tell him. It will be our secret
that we'll take to our graves. Wouldn't you love to sink it into me? You
can, you know... tonight and many more times in the future."
"But my wife," I protested. "I've never cheated..."
As she dropped her skirt to the floor, DeAnn interrupted, "Your wife
will never know, Kent. She's my best friend. There's no way I will ever
tell her, and you know that you won't tell her. Right now, Krystal is
distraught over my situation. I'll bet she's already mentioned it several
times to you. Right?" I nodded in agreement.
"So, you will not only be saving Taylor and my marriage, not to mention
my sanity, you'll also be putting your wife's anxiety over my frustration
to rest. With my sexual needs being satisfied by what Krystal tells me is
a consummate lover and fantastic stud, I'll be an enormously happy woman
instead of a frustrated, angry one. Your best friend Taylor will be much
happier when I'm no longer nagging him to do what he's not mentally or
physically capable of doing. I'll tell Krystal that Taylor has started
taking viagra and is now performing very well in the bedroom so she'll be
greatly relieved and much happier. And finally... last, but far from
least... Kent Killgor is going to walking around with a huge smile on his
face all the time since he will be regularly fucking two, hot beautiful
women who just love spreading their legs for him.... So everyone wins!"
I stood there in silence trying to digest and find some flaw with
DeAnn's logic, but for the life of me I couldn't see any. After a minute
or so of silence, DeAnn turned and thrust her essentially naked ass at me.
"Enough of this talk, Honey. We wasting time that we could be spending
in bed. Like my ass? I like anal sex too, if that interests you."
My cock was now rock-hard and throbbing. It jerked spastically as I
stared at DeAnn deliciously displayed ass. She saw my pants bulging and
moving and grinned. "AH! You do like my ass. At least, that huge dick
does. Would you like for me to spread my legs for you, Honey? If you tell
me to spread, I will... anytime."
"When could we do it without Taylor or Krystal finding out?" I groaned
as my hand clutched my pulsing organ.
"Oh yes! I like that! "When"... not "If". We can manage at least
twice a week with no problem. Friday nights Krystal and I both go to our
exercise classes. Counting driving time, that's at least three hours we'll
have."
"But won't Krystal notice that you're not at the class?"
"How can she? We don't use the same spa. I switched about three months
ago, but Krystal didn't. She likes the sexy trainer at her spa."
"I'm sure nothing is going on there," I protested.
"No. You're right. Nothing's going on, but women like to look almost
as much as guys. And this guy is something to look at... muscles
everywhere and a huge dick... unless he stuffed his shorts with a pair of
socks or something. Anyway, while Krystal works on her muscles, I'll be
spending almost three hours on Fridays working on your big muscle."
"All right. Friday evenings. What other times?"
"You and Taylor play poker twice a month. Just leave for the game an
hour early. Neither Krystal nor I ever ask when the game starts. I'll
meet you somewhere and you can later go to the game with a big smile on
your face. And then there are lunch hours. You're the head of your
engineering division. Just take an extended lunch. I'll get us a motel
room and be waiting for you... naked or anyway you like... maybe garter
belt, hose, and heels or whatever you want."
When I just continued to stare at DeAnn in silence, she finally spoke.
"Please, Kent. I need a man, and you're the only man I really want or can
trust."
"Get up on the desk and spread your legs, DeAnn. Show me what I'm going
to be fucking."
"OH YES!" she gasped. Mounting the desk as ordered, DeAnn yanked off
her top and opened her legs. Even from where I was standing several feet
away, I could see that her thong was soaked with her juices. It was
plastered tightly against her cunt. With her legs wide open, the musky
aroma of her arousal reached my nostrils almost immediately. My cock
throbbed again when I inhaled her scent.
"I can smell your cunt. It's making me throb. Show me your pussy!"
DeAnn planted on heel on the desk's surface and slowly pulled the thong
aside allowing me to see the swollen lips concealing the opening to her
vagina. "When you fuck me, Darling, my lips will flare open and stay that
way for hours so I'll be ready for your cock anytime you decide to put it
in me."
The cleanly-shaven cunt had me close to a spontaneous orgasm in my
pants. I told her that. "Oh fuck! That's so hot, but please don't cum in
your pants. I want it in my cunt."
"Don't worry. I can get it up multiple times... with a little help
from you, of course."
"Yessss!! Show it to me, Darling. Take it out and show me your big
fuck stick," she moaned as her fingers slowly stroked her engorged
clitoris. As soon as I opened my pants and pulled my zipper down, my rigid
cock surged out and up.
"OH MY GOD! It's so thick! I love them thick. Jesus... you won't
believe how hard and how often that big thing is going to make me cum."
"Bring it over here, Darling. I've just got to suck it. Please. Let
me suck it!"
"Not before you first lose the thong, DeAnn, and show me your ass and
cunt in doggy position."
"That's mean, you hot, sexy, Bastard. I want to suck it so bad," she
moaned as she pulled her thong over her ass and down her legs. With one
smooth motion, DeAnn flipped over into doggy position with her knees wide
apart and her ass arched high. Her fuck holes were framed erotically by
her black garter straps. Her cuntal lips were wet and already partially
flared open.
Scrambling off the desk, DeAnn growled, "Now it's my turn. Bring that
monster dick over here so I can suck it."
"As hot as you've got me, DeAnn, I can't last very long inside your
mouth."
"MMMMmmmmm.... love that. You're not supposed to last when I get you
this hot and then suck your cock. You're supposed to hold my head in
place, fuck my mouth, and shoot me full of hot cum. After you've cum, I'm
going to keep sucking you until you're hard as stone again. Then you can
carry me to the bedroom and fuck my brains out."
DeAnn knelt right in front of the desk. When I moved closer, she began
rubbing her clit furiously and moaned. "Oh god! Hurry. Put it in my
mouth!" She opened wide and extended her tongue. I was so fucking hard I
had to press my cock downward to get it into her waiting mouth.
"MMmmmmmmmmmmmm.... oommmpppfffff!!"
"Oh gawd damn! That feels so damn good. Suck me, DeAnn... Suck it!"
"OOMMPPFFFF!! MMmmmmOOOHHHHHmmmmm... OOMMPPFFF!"
"I'M GONNA CUM!! TAKE IT, DeANN! TAKE IT!!"
DeAnn continued to grunt and moan as my rod plunged all the way down her
throat on every thrust. The sight of her neck bulging as my cock sank
deeper finished me. I roared like an enraged lion as my cock exploded. At
almost the same time as my load gushed into her mouth and throat, filling
it, her clitoris convulsed under her fingers. Her juices seeped out of her
pussy as mine spewed from the corners of her mouth and formed long cum
ropes dangling from her chin.
DeAnn's body was still shaking when I scooped her up in my arms and
carried her into the guest bedroom. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck
me in the master bedroom, Lover? You know you're going to do me there
sooner or later. We might as well get that hurdle behind us right now."
I stopped, made a abrupt right turn, and took DeAnn into the master
bedroom where I put her on her back in the middle of the bed with her legs
dangling over the bed's edge. Leaning over her, I stripped off her garter
belt and stockings, but left her in the hot five-inch CFM heels.
When I stepped back from the bed and began removing my clothes, she
steepled her knees and spread them wide. "I see you like your women slutty
with their heels on when you fuck them. I'll have to remember that, Lover.
Do you also like to watch your women finger fucking their ass and rubbing
their clits while they watch you strip?" It seemed impossible, but my cock
was already iron-hard again in spite of my intense orgasm just minutes
before.
"Oh god! Please hurry. I'm on fire. Look at my clit! See how hard
and swollen it is for you, Kent."
"I see it," I said in a hot moan. "Rub it. Make it throb. I want you
to cum quickly when I begin licking you."
"Oh YES! Krystal told me that you've got a fantastic tongue. Taylor
won't go down on me ever. HURRY!"
"I told you to rub it. Make it throb and pulse."
"I'm doing it. I'M DOING IT. Watch me, Darling. Watch me rub my clit
and fuck my asshole for you. WATCH ME!!"
Once I had gotten rid of my clothes, I stood at the edge of the bed
watching DeAnn frantically masturbating her erect, throbbing clit. Once
more leaning over the bed, I pulled her hips right to the edge, shoved her
legs up and back, and pressed my face into the hot saddle of her open
thighs.
"GGHHHAAAAAAAA!! AAAAHHHHHHHH! OOOOHHH GAWD DAMN! LICK MEEEEEEEEEE!!"
she howled as my tongue swabbed up the length of her twitching sex trench.
When I tongue fucked into her hole, her ass arched upwards pumped wildly in
hot fuck motions. DeAnn began to grunt.
"OH-HUN! OH-HUN! HUN! HUN! HUN! OOOOHHHHH!"
When my tongue reached her swollen, near-bursting clit, I circled my
tongue around the shaft several times as DeAnn shrieked and howled. When I
flicked the tip of my tongue lightly over the throbbing tip, her juices
gushed out and her legs shot straight up in the air... rigid...
quivering. Her mouth stretched wide open allowing her tongue to shoot out,
curl upward, and slide rapidly over her top lip. Her eyes were clenched
shut. Her entire body vibrated as the hot spasms ripped through her cunt
and shot up into her belly causing her muscles to knot and ripple.
DeAnn's hands clutched her tits, her fingers squeezing both nipples.
Each time I slashed my tongue over her exploding clitoris another intense
spasm would convulse her body. After at 20 seconds of convulsions, DeAnn
was finally able to emit a sound. It was nothing intelligible... just a
loud, single grunt.
"UNGH!!"
I pushed two fingers into her vagina, curled them upward, and found her
G-spot. Instantly, she squirted. Her ass arched high off the bed, her
toes pointed, as she found her voice in a series of hot squeals of sheer
pleasure.
She was cumming so hard, I became afraid that in her convulsions, she
might tear a muscle or two. I moved my tongue off her pulsing clit and
began licking her lips. I also moved my finger tips off her G-spot but
continued to slowly finger fuck her still erupting hole. Even so, it was
another 15 seconds or so before her ass and legs fell to the bed. It took
another minute for her to find her voice sufficiently to speak.
"Oh jesus! That was incredible. I've never cum that hard ... NEVER!"
"I think we can beat that, you hot slut. Let's see if we can."
"No... NO! Let me rest a little... I can't... GGGHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Once more my tongue lashed her still pulsing clitoris as my lips sucked
it hard causing even more blood to rush into the already swollen, throbbing
organ. After a minute of sucking and licking, DeAnn's clitoris was close
to an inch long and once again erupting in hard contractions. Now I was
using the fingers of both hands... one set to finger fuck her cunt and
stroke her G-spot... the other set to sink two... then three fingers into
her ass and fuck that hole.
DeAnn's body thrashed uncontrollably on the bed. Suddenly, her legs
again shot straight out to the side as the muscles in her thighs and belly
knotted in another hard climax. The intense contractions surged through
her vagina and rectum causing both holes to open and close rapidly and
powerfully around my embedded fingers.
"AAAHHHH!! AAAHHHH!! UUNNGGHHH!!! GGGHHAAAAAA!!" OOOHHH!! FUCKKKKK!
CAN'T TAKE IT... UUNNGHHH!! STOP!! PLEASE... STOPP!! OOOHHH
FUCKKKK.... CUMMING.... I'M CUMMING AGAIN... DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!!"
After DeAnn had climaxed at least six times and the bed covers were
drenched with her secretions, I stood up and rammed my cock into her cunt.
She screamed as a long series of obscenities poured from her mouth. Her
pussy was throbbing hard around my dick as I rammed it balls deep into her
hole.
Turning her over, I pulled her hips high in the air and nailed my dick
into her now gaping cunt. She screeched with hot female pleasure as she
felt my cock fill her. "OOohhhh god... that's good... sooooo thick....
sooo fucking gawd damn hard.... ram it to me, Stud. Fuck the shit out of
meeeeeeeeee!! GGGHHHAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
DeAnn had three more orgasms before my balls exploded into her erupting
hole filling it almost as full as I had previously filled her throat and
mouth. Semen continued to spurt from my dick for close to a minute before
my orgasm finally ebbed. I stayed buried inside DeAnn's pussy as we both
struggled to suck oxygen into our tortured lungs.
After another minute, I rolled off her body onto my back. She crawled
over and lay across me with her breasts mashed against my chest and her
lips mashed against mine. She found her voice before I did.
"That was the hottest fuck of my life, Kent. I hope that Krystal
appreciates what she's got. You're out of this world." She kissed me again
and left her lips against mine for five minutes before she pulled away and
whispered, "I feel like a depraved greedy bitch, but can you go again?"
"Let to my own devices... maybe in 20 minutes or so. If you suck me,
probably five minutes. Do you mind sucking a cock covered with your juices
and mine?"
"Do I mind? Are you kidding me? I'll suck your cock anytime you tell
me to suck, and if you don't order me to suck it, I'll have to beg you to
let me do it."
"Well, it's not fitting for a gorgeous woman to have to beg... so...
Suck Me, you hot Slut!"
DeAnn had my cock buried in her mouth five seconds after I had told her
to suck it. She held it around the base and took the rest down her throat.
Then she licked up and down the shaft and over the swollen helmet as she
jacked off the bottom half of my shaft. She didn't neglect my balls
either. Soon, her saliva was dripping from them. Then she took me back
into her throat and sucked even harder. I don't think it took five minutes
before she had me rock hard again.
Deciding to test my new powers, I gave Taylor's wife a one-word command:
"MOUNT!"
DeAnn squealed with delight as she straddled my hips and impaled herself
on my sex spike. Now in control of the fucking, she drove her pussy up and
down my shaft like a woman possessed. Everytime my cock bottomed out in
her channel, thudding hard against her womb, she grunted and hissed in hot
pleasure. When her first orgasm hit, her body went rigid as her pussy
throbbed in hard spasms around my deeply embedded tool.
She didn't even wait until her spasms had ebbed before her hips again
went into overdrive. Finally, she bent over and pressed her tits against
my chest. Bending close, she whispered, "Fuck me, Darling. Ram it into
me... HARD!"
My hands went to her ass cheeks at the same time as my hips rammed up
into her hot hole. Using my hands, I worked her cunt up and down my sex
spike as it pumped her like the piston on an Indy race car. She howled and
shrieked when her pussy erupted again.
She was still trembling in her orgasm when I rolled us over into doggy
position. Once there, I raised up behind her so I could see my cock
disappearing into her hole on each thrust. Now, I slowed the frantic pace
and began screwing her with deep, slow, measured strokes... each one
sinking balls deep into her throbbing hole.
"UUNNGGHHH... big cock.... in meeeeee.... fucking meeeeee... give it
to me, Kent. Use my hot hole... aaaahhhhh god.... I love your big
cock... FUCK MEEEEE!!"
After I had shot my third load into her pussy while we fucked in doggy
position, we again rested. Ten minutes later, DeAnn whispered, "Want to go
again, Stud?"
"I would love to but we need to stop, change the sheets on the bed, and
get cleaned up. Krystal will be home in about an hour and you need to get
home to Taylor."
"You're right, Lover. It was wonderful! Just wonderful!! When are you
going to fuck me again? Please make it soon, Honey."
"My poker night is next Monday. I'll leave an hour early like you
suggested. There's a very comfortable large couch in my office. I'll meet
you in the parking lot. Can you get away from Taylor?"
"No problem, Kent. I'll just tell him I'm going shopping at the mall
while he plays poker. Then I'll meet you in the parking lot." DeAnn
giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking that next Monday you'll be playing poke-her with
Taylor's wife and then poker with Taylor."
"It's not funny, DeAnn. We need to be very, very careful that neither
Krystal nor Taylor ever have the slightest suspicion or our marriages will
be toast.
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DeAnn and I policed the house. changed the bed linens, and put the
soiled sheets in the machine to wash. As soon as all that was finished,
she left after kissing me passionately and squeezing my cock. "See you
Monday, Stud," she had said as she shut the front door behind her.
As soon as the sheets were washed, I tossed them in the dryer for 20
minutes. When they had dried, I folded and replaced them in the linen
cabinet. After getting a beer out of the fridge, I relaxed and began to
channel surf. It was another 25 minutes before DeAnn got home. I noted
the total elapsed time since she had left for future reference.
"Welcome back, stranger. That class really did last a long time."
"I know. I hope you weren't too bored. It's going to be like that
every time, Honey. It's two hours of intense workouts and aerobics. By
the time we're finished, I have to soak in the hot tub for 15 minutes or
more to relax and recover enough to shower and drive home. Is it too much?
Should I go back to the one-hour classes?"
"Not at all, Honey. If you can handle all that exercise, the extra hour
is no problem for me. Did you enjoy it or was it just hard work?"
"Oh, I loved it! The water aerobics are really relaxing and enjoyable.
The stretching exercises are great fun too."
"Really? I thought almost everyone hated stretching exercises. I've
been told they're painful and unpleasant. In fact, it's my understanding
that stretching exercises are the source of the workout slogan, "No Pain...
No Gain". Do you really like them?"
"Oh, you're right. They are sometimes painful but I really enjoy doing
them... particularly if one of the cute trainers is watching me, and they
almost always watch me, Honey," my wife said with a seductive smile.
"Why?"
"Well, I when I'm standing, I have to bend way over at the waist with my
feet far apart. And when I'm lying on the mat, I have to raise and spread
my legs again and again. Getting the picture, Honey?"
"Sexy Slut," I said with a grin.
"That's true. I know I shouldn't tease the guys like that, but it's so
much fun. And speaking of fun, spreading wide for those young guys has
your wife boiling hot. How about taking your slutty wife to bed?"
At first, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to perform after having
fucked DeAnn three times, but my wife can get an eunuch hard. I banged her
twice before collapsing. Just before falling into an exhausted sleep, I
made a mental note to go by my doctor's office and get a prescription for
viagra.
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Banging DeAnn:
Monday evening with DeAnn was every bit as erotic as the previous Friday
night. We didn't' have as much time and the couch in my office wasn't as
comfortable as our bed, but doing it in my office with Taylor's wife was
incredibly erotic. That plus the fact that DeAnn was an incredible fuck
made the hour seem like no more than a few minutes.
After those first two times, fucking DeAnn became a two- or
three-times-a-week thing. I had laid in a big supply of 100 mg viagra
tablets, and each time I had a date with DeAnn on Friday while Krystal was
at her exercise class or any other time, I popped one about an hour before
I was to meet her. With the help of those little blue pills, it was no
problem to fuck DeAnn three or four times and then after an hour's rest,
screw my wife another two or three times.
Needless to say, I loved it! With all the hot sex I was getting from
the two most sensuous and beautiful women on the planet, I felt like
Casanova and Don Juan combined and then some. DeAnn was a blazing ball of
fire in bed, and Krystal seemed hotter than ever... probably from teasing
all those young studs at her exercise class. Between them, I was shooting
into a throbbing cunt, a tight ass, or a mouth about 15 times a week.
According to reports from Krystal after her Wednesday nights out with
DeAnn, her best friend was no longer depressed and climbing the walls.
"Why is that?" I asked wondering what DeAnn had told my wife.
"She finally convinced Taylor to seek medical help. It seems that his
testosterone levels were too low. So, he's now taking medication that
increases it, and he's also taking viagra. The result is that your best
friend is now fucking DeAnn's ass off regularly. She's happy as a lark.
No more depression for that girl."
"That's great. It's too bad he waited so long before he did something
about it. But it's understandable."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's really hard on a guy to admit he needs medical assistance to take
care of his wife's sexual needs, Krystal. You have to admire Taylor that
he did it at all."
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It was a Friday evening during the last week of the fourth month since
DeAnn and I had begun getting it on at least twice a week. Krystal had
departed for her exercise class at 7 PM. She had been out of the house for
more than 10 minutes before DeAnn arrived wearing a smoking hot outfit. My
dick responded immediately.
"Hi, Honey. Are you in the market for a hot piece of ass tonight?"
DeAnn husked, her hand resting on her hip that was sensuously thrust out to
the side.
'My god! How did you get out of the house in that outfit without Taylor
seeing you?"
"I wasn't wearing this when I left my house, Kent. I stopped at the
Best Western, changed in the ladies room, and put on a coat over this sexy
outfit. Do you like?"
"What'da you think?"
"Let me check," she whispered. DeAnn's hand wrapped around my hard dick
and pumped me. "You like it... you like it a lot. God! It's been four
days since I've had this gorgeous dick. I want to suck it... Now!"
Right there in the doorway, DeAnn opened my pants and extracted my hard
prick. "Oh fuck! It's beautiful! MMMmmmmm..." Kneeling in front of me,
she engulfed it with her mouth. Anyone watching from across the street or
passing in front of our house could have easily seen her sucking my cock.
With my cock balls deep down her throat, it took all the will power I
could muster to drag my shaft out of her mouth and pull her inside the
house. "What's the matter, Lover? Afraid one of your neighbors will see
your personal slut sucking your dick?"
"Yeah. I am. If Mrs. Larsen saw you, she would tell a hundred people
within a couple of hours. By tomorrow afternoon, both Taylor and Krystal
would know. We have to be more careful, DeAnn!"
"You're right, Honey, but that gorgeous dick is hard for me to resist.
Taylor hasn't laid me in 10 days. For some reason, his sex drive and
libido decrease dramatically with every year that goes by. If I didn't
have you, I'd be standing on the street corner naked flagging down passing
cars. Come on, Stud. Do me! I need it! Bad!"
Sitting down on the couch, I growled, "Come over here, you delicious
piece of ass. Let me explore that dynamite body of yours. I love that
outfit!" With three quick steps, DeAnn was standing beside the couch as I
ran one of my hands up and down the length of her exposed thigh. She moved
her heels further apart when my other hand moved between her thighs and
onto her pussy that was covered only by her tiny thong.
Her thong was soaked with her cuntal secretions. Sliding my hand back
and forth between her thighs, my fingers traced the indentation of her sex
slit. My dick jerked and throbbed as DeAnn began to moan softly and hunch
in sensuous fuck motions. Her moans increased still further when I moved
my hand from her thigh up to her tits and pulled her teddy down to allow
both big globes to escape. She hissed with hot pleasure as my fingers
danced and teased her hard nipples.
"OOooohhh .... Aaaaahhhh... that feels so good, Kent. Rub my pussy,
Baby. Squeeze my nipples harder. Get me hot and ready for your hard
dick."
Even through her panties, I could feel the swollen, erect clit. It
throbbed and pulsed beneath my fingers. Her ass hunched harder...
faster... grinding herself into my moving fingers.
"AAAaaahhhhhhhh god... do meeeeeeee... rub it, Stud. Make it throb!"
Leaving her nipples, I moved both hands between her thighs. She spread
wider. Now I was able to rub her pulsing clit and push into her hole at
the same time. When my fingers entered her pussy, they took her panties
with them, which exerted even more pressure on her engorged clitoris.
"Oh Fucking Shit! I'm gonna cum! Do me harder!"
"Already?"
"Yessssss... I'm haven't gotten off since they last time you fucked me.
Taylor has almost no interest any longer.... ooohhhh fuck... go under my
panties. Aaahhhhh... Gawd Damn you! Take off my panties!"
"Turn around you hot slut. Face me so I can smell your hot cunt as I
pull down your panties."
"Can you really smell me?"
"Easily... and I haven't even taken off your panties yet. Musky...
sensuous aroma of hot, excited cunt... your cunt. Tell me to take off
your panties."
"Take them off... now... bare my cunt for your use. Smell me. Feel
me. Finger me. Make me cum... then fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!! OOohhh yes!!!
You're taking off my panties!"
The narrow landing strip of pubic hair above DeAnn's clit made her pussy
even more erotic than it would have been had she been totally shaved. The
scent of her pussy had my cock rock hard. Once more, I moved my fingers to
her cunt and trapped her clit between them. As I slowly stroked her, her
ass humped like crazy.
"OH! OH! OH! OH! AAHH! AAAHHH! OOOHHHH FUCKKKKK! HARDER...
HARDER, YOU BASTARD! RUB MEEEEEEEE... AAAHHHHH!! OOOUUUUUU!!!"
DeAnn's clitoris erupted in hard, spastic contractions beneath my
fingers. I had to hold her up as juices squirted out of her convulsing
pussy. Supporting her body with one arm, my fingers pushed into her
throbbing hole, curled upward against her G-spot, and rubbed hard.
"GGGHHHHAAAAAAAAA!!! OOUUU! OOUUU! OOUUU!"
Her pussy went into another series of hard contractions causing her to
whoosh air. DeAnn's body shuddered and shook as her third orgasm followed
before her second one had abated. She squealed and moaned.
"Oh gawd. Let me lie down. I'm cumming so hard.... can't stand.
OOohhh fuckkkk... still cummingggggg... uunnnghhhh!!"
"I think it's time we moved this to the bedroom, DeAnn."
"Carry me, Stud. Take me to your bedroom and ravish me with that big
hard cock."
Scooping her up in my arms, I walked toward the bedroom with one arm
around her shoulders and the other one on her ass, my fingers deep inside
her still throbbing cunt. Moving my thumb to her clit, I stroked her as we
moved toward the guest bedroom. When I lowered her to the bed, she rolled
over on top of me and quickly moved downward. With my cock at rigid
attention, she had no problems wrapping her hand around it and pulling it
to her open mouth. A moment later, I was buried down her throat. Then, it
was me who was groaning.
"Oh Yeah! Suck it, DeAnn! OOOhhhh Fuck! Gonna shoot!! Take it!
AAAAHHHH!!!"
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Renovations at the Spa:
As I drove to country club and my exercise class at the spa, I wondered
what Kent would be doing during my three-hour absence. The extended
two-hour exercise class was working out well and doing exactly what I hoped
it would do when I changed from a one-hour to a two-hour class several
months previously.
As I thought about the upcoming class, my thoughts almost automatically
wandered to Maurice. God! What a hunk! Early twenties, muscles on top of
muscles all beautifully toned, sinfully handsome, a shaved head that just
oozed masculinity and testosterone, and the package inside his tight
workout shorts looked big... really big. Before DeAnn had switched her
exercise class to a different spa, we had often discussed how big Maurice's
cock might be when soft and how big it was when fully erect. What was not
to like about a guy like that?
I arrived at the club about 15 minutes early. As soon as I entered the
reception area, I ran into the sign that announced the cancellation of
exercises classes on Thursday and Friday to allow additional equipment to
be installed and the pool to be drained and cleaned. After checking the
time, I decided to have a drink in the bar area before heading home.
Since exercise classes had been cancelled, it shouldn't have come as any
surprise when I saw Maurice in the sports shop examining some football
pads. Quickly, I checked my watch to see how much time I had and decided
that I had enough to spend some time flirting with him. Changing direction
abruptly, I veered into the sports shop.
"Hi, Maurice. Thinking of giving up your job here at the club and
trying out for pro football?"
"Hi, Krystal. That's a thought, but I don't think I'd make the team.
Better keep my day job."
"Oh I don't know. You're certainly strong enough." I moved closer.
"You really do have the build and body of one of those powerful running
backs I see on TV when I watch a game on Sunday." As I said it, I let my
hand stroke lightly over his bulging biceps.
"I doubt that I'm as strong or as fast as those guys, Krystal. They're
all huge."
Again I moved closer... this time close enough for my breast to touch
his arm. "Well, I've never been this close to a professional running back,
so I really wouldn't know, but you're certainly the best built, most
powerful guy I know."
Maurice didn't pull away. In fact, if anything, he pressed his arm a
little harder against me. "I appreciate the compliment, Krystal. And I'm
sorry about classes being cancelled. Didn't you see the announcement last
Friday?"
"I guess not. If I did, I forgot it. No harm done. Since you're not
teaching the exercise class, what are you doing now?"
"I've got the evening off so I'm just relaxing... looking over what's
for sale here in the sports shop. There's some nice stuff, but it's priced
too high. Everything seems to be inflated here."
Stepping back so that the contact between Maurice's arm and my breast
was broken, I raised one arm causing my breasts to thrust toward him. "I
was just going to the lounge to have a drink before I start home. Since
you're off for the evening, would you like to join me? My treat."
Maurice stared openly at my breasts. I had to fight the urge to pull my
shoulders back even further. "Well, I have a rule against turning down
invitations from beautiful women and a free drink. So let's go." I slipped
my arm through his, and we walked side-by-side, our bodies touching, on the
way to the lounge.
Instead of taking a seat at the bar or at one of the tables, Maurice led
me to back of the lounge where there were couches and lounge chairs for
added comfort and more privacy. After we had placed our orders with the
cocktail waitress, Maurice again stared at my tits. I felt my pussy throb
in response to his attention.
"You know I can hardly tear my eyes off you when you're going through
your exercise routines. Your rack is incredible."
"Thank you, but they're not any more incredible than your powerful
body."
"I disagree. I've seen a lot of guys with bodies as good or better than
mine, but I can't recall seeing any woman as sexy as you. How big are
they?"
"That's not fair."
"It's probably presumptuous, but I don't see why it's not fair?"
"Because you want me to tell you how big my tits are, but you haven't
told me how big your cock is. Like I said... that's not fair."
"Good point. Shall we exchange information?"
"All right. They're 36DD. My full measurements are 36DD-24-38. Your
turn."
"I'm 6.5", approximately."
"Excuse my French, but that's bullshit."
"You didn't let me finish, Krystal."
"Oh. I'm sorry. Go on."
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I'm approximately
6.5" ... soft. When a hot woman like you works her magic, it's about 10"
and pretty thick."
"Oh god... that's really big," I whispered.
"Turn you on?"
"Of course. But you already know that."
"I would love to see those big tits, Krystal. Just lower your dress a
little. No one's going to see us here in the back of the lounge."
"That wouldn't be fair."
Maurice laughed at that. "I'm sorry. No can do. Women can show off
outrageously in public and nothing happens. If a guy does it, he gets
arrested and charged with a misdemeanor or maybe even a felony. The old
double standard."
Now I had to laugh. "I guess you're right. That's the first time I've
ever heard the term 'double standard' applied in that way."
"So? Do I get a peek or not?"
"You act like you've never seen a woman's breasts before."
"I doubt that I've seen a pair like you've got."
I took a moment to scan the lounge and found that Maurice was right...
we were practically alone. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, all I had to do
was pull my top down a little and lift my tits out. "Are these what you've
been begging to see, Honey?"
I didn't have to ask Maurice if he liked what he saw. His eyes were
glued to my mounds. It didn't take him more than ten seconds before he was
cupping and hefting my tits.
"Damn! Can't believe how firm they are... how can they be so big and
yet so firm? Are your nipples sensitive?" Maurice didn't wait for me to
answer. He buried his face between my tits and then moved his mouth to
first one nipple and then to the other, sucking both of them hard as he
squeezed my breasts.
"Oh god... suck them... harder!"
My pussy was now throbbing steadily, and I could feel the moisture
seeping out and wetting my panties.
"Come on, Krystal. Let's get out of here and go to my apartment. I
can't wait to see all of you. As hard as you've got me, I think it's more
than 10" now."
I was getting hotter and more turned on by the second. I knew I had to
stop or I would soon have Maurice's huge dick buried in my cunt. Summoning
all my will power, I put my hands against his chest and pushed him back.
"Stop. I can't do this. Maybe some other time but not tonight... not
like this. I've got to go."
I stood up with my tits still exposed and bouncing as I rose to my feet.
I turned to go, but Maurice was behind me in an instant. His powerful arms
circled my body and pulled me against his huge, throbbing erection. I
couldn't suppress a passionate moan when I felt him moving it sensuously
between my buttocks. When his hands closed over my tits and worked my
nipples, even louder groans escaped my lips. Thrusting his face into the
nape of my neck, I felt his lips kissing me as he dry fucked my ass.
"Are you sure you have to leave?" he whispered hotly.
"Yes... please," I pleaded half hoping that he would ignore my
protests.
"All right, but unless you miss exercise class again, I'm going to fuck
you and you're going to love getting every one of my 10 inches. Now spread
your legs so I can feel your pussy before you leave."
It didn't even occur to me to resist. As soon as I had moved my feet
further apart, one of his hands left my breast and moved downward to my
mound... caressing it... then even further down until he was between my
thighs sliding his fingers under my shorts and tracing my wet slit through
my panties. My hips began to hunch in slow fuck motions.
"OOohhhh god... stop... stop. Please."
Abruptly, Maurice stepped back and actually pulled up my top to once
again conceal my tits. "Drive carefully on the way home. Remember... if
you do come to exercise class next week, I'm going to fuck you."
-------------------------------------------------------
As I drove home, I checked my watch for the fourth time. It looked like
I was going to get home a little after 8 PM. As I drove, I was acutely
aware of my soaked panties and my still quivering pussy. Maurice had
gotten me so turned on and so hot, I was certain that my time as a faithful
wife was about to end. I was both surprised and shocked when he stopped
and let me leave him with that monster erection throbbing in his pants.
It was 10 minutes after 8 PM when I parked my car in our driveway and
headed for our front door. As I passed the bay windows in front of the
house, I could see that all the lights in the den were out. Since Kent
never goes to bed this early, I was surprised that he wasn't watching TV.
As soon as I opened our front door, I heard the hot female moans coming
from down the hallway leading to the guest and master bedrooms.
"Oooohhhh god... you hot Stud. I'm cumming again... Fuck it... Fuck
it! Fuck my cunt... hard!"
"Don't you ever stop cumming, you hot witch?"
"AAAAhhhhhh... ooohhh fuckkk meeeeeeeee... can't help it... you're so
damn good... and Taylor won't fuck me... harder, Darling... ram it into
me harder... deeper... GGGHHHAAA.... yes... YES! Like that... ooohhhh
shit.... cumminggg!!"
"What a cunt! I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock when you cum."
"Shut up...Don't talk... JUST FUCK! UUUNNNGGHHH!!!"
I didn't need to ask what was happening in our bedroom. Obviously, my
husband was doing Taylor's job and taking care of DeAnn's sexual needs.
All that stuff about Taylor screwing her regularly now that he was taking
testosterone and viagra was just bullshit. It wasn't Taylor, testosterone
and viagra taking care of my friend's cunt, it was my husband's hard dick.
As I listened to DeAnn wailing as she climaxed, I was shocked to realize
that I had my hand between my thighs frantically rubbing my pussy. It was
like d�j� vu... I was suddenly back in that swing club in Vegas watching
those two black studs fucking that white married slut. That had been the
hottest thing I had ever seen in my life... so much so that I often
fantasized about it being me between those black studs when I was in bed
with Kent. But now listening to my best friend squealing in hot pleasure
as my hard-cocked stud husband rammed it into her, I realized that this was
turning me on even more than watching that two black guys in Vegas.
By the time DeAnn's climax had ebbed, I had my shorts open and my hand
thrust down my panties with three fingers working inside my soaked hole and
over my erect clitoris. I felt my vagina throb and my body shudder when I
heard Kent ordering DeAnn to get into doggy position and arch her ass.
"Turn over, DeAnn. Get on your hands knees and raise that hot cunt."
"Like this, Lover?"
"No... not like that. Put your head on the bed and spread your knees
wider. Open up that sexy fuck hole."
"This what you have in mind, you sexy stud?"
"Oh yeah... god, I don't see how Taylor keeps from getting hard as
stone when he sees you like that."
"Forget Taylor, Baby. Just get on me... stick that big cock up my
cunt! Hurry."
"I'm going to, but I love looking at you when you're hot, wet, and
ready. Jezzz... you look awesome!"
Even though I was about to climax, I just had to see what my husband was
seeing. The bedroom door was wide open and all the lights were out except
those in the bedroom. I was reasonably certain that I couldn't be seen in
the darkness. The thick carpet muted my footsteps as I moved toward the
doorway. When I peered inside the room, I could well understand why Kent's
cock was at rigid attention. DeAnn was on the bed... on her knees, head
on the bed with her knees far apart and her gaping, stretched holes fully
exposed.
"Oh god, Hurry! Stop looking at my pussy and ass holes. FUCK THEM!" I
heard DeAnn screech as she wiggled and arched her ass. Kent mounted the
bed behind her. I thrust my fingers deep inside my hole. When I saw his
big shaft sinking into DeAnn's cunt hole, I came... hard... so hard, I
had to bite my lower lip to remain silent.
"AAAhhhhhh gawd damn, YES! Sink that big dick into me, you hot bastard.
Fuck me."
"Like this?" Kent's hips snapped forward with masculine authority
bringing squeals of female pleasure from DeAnn.
"OOOHHH GOD YES! FUCK IT... FUCK MY CUNT, BABY... AAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
"Or do you like it faster? Like this!"
My cunt erupted in another throbbing orgasm when I saw Kent's balls
slapping against DeAnn's clit. She groaned every time the big shaft
thudded against her womb.
When my husband bent over her body and moved his arm around DeAnn's
thrashing hips to caress and frig her clit, she came almost instantly,
howling and begging Kent to fuck her even harder. I came right along with
her. We both had another orgasm when Kent's cock exploded inside DeAnn's
hole filling her with his load.
Any thoughts I might have had that they were done for the evening
vanished when I saw my husband roll onto his back and DeAnn take his soft
cock into her mouth and began to work frantically to get him hard again.
It only took her a few minutes to get results.
"Oh Yeah! You're getting hard again, Honey. Oh god... I love getting
you hard, Baby. I'm going to ride you when I get it fully hard."
"Stop talking and suck me," Kent ordered as he held her head in place
and fucked his shaft deep into her mouth.
The two of them fucked for the next hour. My best friend rode my
husband dick in cowgirl position until her body was shaking as her pussy
convulsed around his plunging shaft. Judging from her cries, it was
obvious that her pussy was still contracting in hard spasms when Kent
turned her around and slammed his organ hard and fast up her throbbing
hole.
With DeAnn now facing the open doorway, I had a perfect view of Kent's
thick shaft disappearing into her pussy as DeAnn fucked herself on my
husband's cock. Each time she climaxed, her body would shudder and then
relax, but Kent gave her no time to recover. He just held her hips in
position and jack hammered his hard spike in and out of her throbbing
vagina until she again began shrieking and begging him to ram her harder...
deeper. Watching him fucking DeAnn's cunt with total authority made my
pussy erupt repeatedly.
"Oohhh god, Kent. I can't stop cumming on your cock. You're just
fucking the shit out of meeeee," DeAnn wailed as Kent impaled her on his
dick causing her to thrash and hump wildly.
"Cum, Slut. Now!"
"I AM... OHHHH GOD... I'm almost there again. Cum with me, Kent.
Shoot it in me."
"I want to cum inside your ass this time. Lift up!"
Automatically, I found myself leaning forward... trying to get
closer... so I could see my husband's hard dick sinking into DeAnn's
asshole. She lifted her hips and used her hand to adjust the dick against
her anus. As wet as they both were, the big helmet entered her easily.
She sank downward, and I watched my husband's dick disappearing into my
best friend's very willing and receptive ass.
"Oh Gawd Damn! It's going innnn... INNNNNNNNNNNNN!! Now fuck me...
fuck my asshole and cum in me, you hot Stud!"
Watching Kent's cock pounding in and out of DeAnn's ass was even hotter
than watching him screwing her pussy. I thought that it would take him
several strokes before he had it buried, but obviously, he had been
stretching her ass frequently because his entire 7+ inches sank into her
balls deep on the first thrust. DeAnn groaned, and I came hard on my
fingers. A few minutes later, she shuddered and climaxed. I could even
see her asshole clamping and relaxing around Kent's plunging dick.
Apparently, the hard contractions of DeAnn's rectum around his prick
were more than my husband could take. He grunted and shouted as he
unloaded in her colon.
"HERE IT COMES! TAKE MY LOAD, DeAnn. TAKE IT!"
Naturally, I couldn't see my husband's load shooting into DeAnn, but I
could easily see his buttocks contracting, and I knew from experience that
each time they contracted, another big gush of semen was being pumped into
my friend's rectum.
This time, when DeAnn rolled off my husband's body, they were finished.
Both of them lay on the bed, panting, their chests heaving as they sucked
oxygen into their deprived lungs.
"That was marvelous, Lover. Just marvelous! I'd be going crazy if it
weren't for you, Kent. Thank you. You're both a pussy and a life saver."
"Well, it's a tough job, but someone has to do it," my sexy husband said
with a big grin on his face.
"Bastard," DeAnn teased. "You really get off on fucking both me and
Krystal, don't you?"
"Of course. What man wouldn't? The two hottest women I've ever seen in
my life, and I'm having fantastic sex with both of them!!"
"Well, obviously, Taylor wouldn't. He can't even take care of me much
less both Krystal and me. When can we do this again?"
"You are a greedy woman. I love it."
"What do you mean greedy? I'm only getting you twice a week while
Krystal has you every night, and from what she tells me on our Wednesday
nights out, you're banging her hot pussy every night... and sometimes more
than once."
"Yeah... you're right. I retract my ill-considered statement about you
being greedy."
"No need, Lover. You're right. I'd be riding you constantly... just
like Krystal is doing... if you were my husband. I'm happy to be getting
you twice a week. I just hope Krystal never finds out. She's my best
friend in all the world, and I should be shot for fucking you like this
behind her back. If Taylor would just handle it, I wouldn't be."
"I understand, DeAnn, and I feel the same way about Taylor.a He's my
best friend. Please be careful not to say anything that might let him
figure out that I'm screwing his wife."
"I'm very careful, Honey. He'll never find out from me. Now, I think
we'd better put this bed back in order. You'd have a very hard time
explaining why there's a protective vinyl bed protector and an extra sheet
on top of the bed."
They were both still laughing as I made my way out of the house and back
to my car. Backing out of our driveway, I parked far enough down the
street that DeAnn wouldn't see my car when she left. Then I made my way to
the side of our house and waited.
Ten minutes later, DeAnn and Kent came out of the house together. He
escorted her to her car, which she had parked in our garaage, and spent
some time kissing her and feeling up her big tits. While they played, I
slipped in the back door and sat down in the darkened den to wait for my
husband to return.
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Fair is Fair:
I watched as DeAnn drove down the street, turned the corner, and
vanished from sight. "God... what a fuck she is," I said aloud as I
checked my watch and saw that it was 9:30 PM. "Still a half hour or so
before Krystal gets home," I thought. "Plenty of time to have a beer and
recover before banging my second luscious pussy of the evening."
After locking the front door, I flipped on the porch light for Krystal
and then turned on the lights in our den. I was halfway into the room
before I saw my wife sitting on the couch, legs crossed, her big tits
bulging out of her top, staring at me. I felt a shiver of icy fear running
up and down my spine.
"You're home?! How long have you been here?"
"More than long enough, my darling cheating husband. Exercise class was
cancelled because of renovations. I got home a little after 8 PM and guess
what the first thing I heard was."
I had the sudden feeling that my legs weren't going to support me. Not
wanting to faint right there in front of my wife, I quickly took a seat.
"Well?"
"Well what?" I stammered.
"What do you think I heard when I entered my home tonight?" My mouth
opened but no sound emerged. I just shook my head and remained silent. My
wife answered her own question.
"The first thing I heard was my best friend moaning and screaming for my
cheating husband to fuck her harder... deeper. Of course, he gave her
what she wanted and the next thing I heard was the hot slut having a
powerful orgasm... which proved to be one of at least a dozen she had over
the next hour and a half."
"I don't really have any excuses, Krystal. I'm sorry you found out like
this. DeAnn came over one Friday night several months ago after you had
just left for your exercise class. She was dressed incredibly hot and
sexy. You had already told me that Taylor was close to impotent with her
and she wasn't getting much, if any, sex from him. She told me she was
desperate and if I didn't help her, she was going to have to start cheating
on Taylor, and when he found out, he would divorce her."
"And so my knight in shining armor rushed to rescue the gorgeous damsel
in distress... right?"
"Yeah. I guess so. You had told me she was so desperate she was crying
on Wednesday nights."
"And since you just can't stand to see a woman cry, you reluctantly
agreed to fuck her brains out week after week after week."
"No. It wasn't reluctant. I enjoyed having sex with DeAnn... she's
gorgeous, sexy, and blazing hot," I replied resigning myself to the fact
that my marriage with Krystal was probably over.
For a moment, neither of us spoke and then a light came on inside my
head. "Did you say you got home a little after 8 PM?"
"Yes... about then."
"So you knew I was fucking DeAnn for an hour and a half. Why didn't you
stop it? Why didn't you come into the bedroom and start screaming at me?"
For the first time since I seen Krystal sitting in the den after DeAnn
left, I saw her smile slyly. "I didn't stop it because DeAnn's my best
friend... my very best friend... and you were making her happy for the
first time in months."
"And while I was making her happy, were you in sitting in the den crying
or furious because your previously faithful husband was cheating on you?
If so, I'm truly... truly sorry. Were you?"
"No, I wasn't sitting in the den crying."
"Then what were you doing?"
"I was hiding in the darkened hallway watching."
"You watched us for an hour and a half getting more and more angry?"
"I was too busy masturbating to have much time to get angry, Kent."
"You were masturbating while you watched us? Did you get off?"
"Five times... or maybe it was six. It seemed like every time you made
DeAnn cum on your big cock, I came right along with her."
"Are you just saying that to make me feel less terrible?"
"I'm sure you remember how hot I got when we were watching those really
hung, black studs fucking that married white woman at the Red Rooster. I
was so hot that I almost let another man fuck me before you arrived and
scared him off."
"That was just because you thought it was me."
"No, I was lying when I told you that. I knew it wasn't you rubbing my
ass and pussy, but I was so turned on watching that women erupting in one
climax after another, I couldn't stop him. So, your wife's not altogether
pristine pure either, Honey. Anyway, watching you and DeAnn got me even
hotter than I was at the Red Rooster that night."
"So, does that mean you're not going to demand a divorce from your
cheating husband?"
"Divorce? Who said anything about a divorce? Why would I want to
divorce the man I love who also happens to be an incredible lover. And
that's not just my opinion either. I sure DeAnn would agree," my wife said
with a big smile.
After exhaling a deep gasp of relief, I said, "Thank god. I thought for
certain that I lost you. But even though watching us turned you on, you
must have been very angry. I'm sorry about that."
"At first, I had a brief moment of anger but that quickly changed to one
of excitement and jealousy. Even while I getting off on my fingers again
and again, I was really jealous that DeAnn was getting to cum on your big,
hard cock while I was having to use my fingers. I was glad that you were
making her deliriously happy, but I wanted your dick in my pussy."
"Do you still want it?"
"Let's put it this way, my cheating husband. If you don't fuck me
several times after we finish this conversation, I'm going to have to rape
you."
"My god! Talk about dodging the bullet! I thought you were going to
divorce me." I scooped my wife up in my arms and started toward the
bedroom. "I can't wait to get into you!" As I carried her to the master
bedroom, I whispered in her ear, "Would you have really let that guy at the
Red Rooster fuck you if I hadn't interrupted?"
"I'm afraid so, Honey. I was so hot, I needed a cock in me... any
cock. I'm glad it was yours that got into me, but if you had arrived one
minute later, he would have been fucking me. Are you angry?
Disappointed?"
"No, but I'm hard as stone!"
"I can fix that, Lover. Hurry!"
As soon as we reached the bedroom, Krystal was all over me... kissing
me with her mouth wide open, her tongue stabbing as her fingers worked on
the buttons to my shirt. She got half of them open but ripped the buttons
off the other half in her haste. I managed to get her dress down to her
waist before she fell to her knees. Her body was shaking with sexual
excitement as she opened my pants and pulled them along with my briefs down
to my ankles. Her mouth engulfed my hard shaft as soon as she had it out.
Holding my ass, she took my entire length into her throat until her lips
were locked about the base and her nose was pressed into my pubic hair.
Krystal moaned around my dick when I squeezed her tits and twisted her hard
nipples. After once again taking me all the way down her throat, she
inhaled my scent. Abruptly, she pulled her mouth off my dick.
"Ooohhh god! I can smell DeAnn's cunt scent on you. You've been
fucking that hot slut, haven't you?"
"Yessss."
"Hot Bastard. I want this dick in everyone of my holes, and I want to
feel it shooting in me. DO IT!"
"Get on the bed. Hurry!"
My wife scrambled onto the bed on her back and let her head hang over
the edge. "Fuck my mouth hole first. Fuck and shoot, you hot, cheating
stud... FUCK AND SHOOT!" Krystal's mouth stretched open, her tongue
extended. I shoved the head into her mouth, gave her a moment to adjust,
and then drove it into her throat until my balls banged into her forehead.
As I fucked my wife's mouth hole, my hands moved to her heaving tits,
captured them, and pinched the nipples. She groaned around my shaft. When
I twisted both nipples, her legs came up, and she drove three fingers into
her vagina. Everytime my balls slapped against her forehead, her lips
locked about the base of my tool. With her clitoris already throbbing
hard, she sucked me desperately... hard and deep.
Initially, I had not intended to shoot in her mouth, but the intense
friction of her lips and the erotic sensation of be sucked hard while I
watched my wife furiously finger fucking her cunt had my load charging up
from my balls and down my cock.
"Fuck! I can't hold it. Gonna shoot in you, Krystal... HERE IT
COMES!! AAAHHH!!"
Even before the words were out of my mouth, my buttocks were clenching
in hard spasms. With each contraction, a thick stream of sperm-filled
semen gushed into my wife's mouth and throat. The contractions were coming
so fast, she had little chance to swallow all of the load. The excess
spilled out the corners and ran down her cheeks forming several cum strands
that dangled from her cheeks until they finally broke and fell to the
carpet.
Krystal's fingers were now driving deep into her hole as her thumb
worked on her engorged clitoris. With my semi-hard shaft still buried in
her mouth, I leaned over her body into a 69 position, pulled her hand away
from her pulsing clit and replaced it with my mouth. At the same time, I
pushed two fingers into her vagina and curled them upward to press against
her G-spot. As soon as my tongue lashed her throbbing clit, and my fingers
massaged her spot, Krystal howled with hot female pleasure. Her orgasm
came even faster than mine had.
A few minutes later, my cock was slowly regaining its erection inside
her mouth while her vagina and clitoris were still slowly throbbing in the
aftermath or her climax. "I'm sorry, Honey. I didn't mean to cum that
fast. You were so hot and so erotic, I just couldn't hold it."
"You're sorry? I'm sure as hell not sorry! I loved it! I just fucking
loved it!"
"Really? I didn't know you got off on premature ejaculators."
"Normally, I wouldn't, Darling, but this was different. I know you put
at least four cum loads into DeAnn tonight. But you still shot off a huge
load in my mouth even faster than DeAnn was able to get you off. And now,
I can feel your cock getting hard inside me again.... God! That's so
fantastic! It's the nicest compliment you've ever given me!"
"I'm hard again."
"I know. I can feel it throbbing inside my cunt. Two holes left to go,
Baby. Which hole do you want to use next?"
"Your pussy."
"Slutty wives have cunts, Kent. You'll have to be satisfied to fuck my
cunt. DO IT!"
My wife rolled over onto her knees and lowered her head to the bed.
With her knees spread wide, her pussy was wide open. The lips were already
flared allowing me to see several inches into her still-pulsing hole.
"Fuck my cunt, Stud. Ram that big dick into me... oohhh please...
hurry!"
Using one hand to adjust Krystal's position and the other one to align
my cock with her opening, I slowly pushed the swollen helmet into her.
"AAAAHHHH... YES! It's going innnnnnn.... fucking meeeeeeee... drive
it! hard! Fuck it to meeeeeeeeeee!"
Snapping my hips forward, my cock raced down the hot channel of
Krystal's cunt. She whined with pleasure. Her wails and squeals mixed
with my grunts. She squealed and I grunted even louder when my balls
slapped against her clit. Again and again, I thudded hard into her womb.
The harder I rammed into her, the louder she shrieked.
The hot sounds of my wife's screams made my buttocks clench and my cock
throb inside her hole. That caused Krystal to howl even louder and her
pussy to contract in hard spasms around my dick. This time, she convulsed
in orgasm before I reached mine, but I wasn't far behind.
"OOHH... you're cumming inside me! You're shooting it
innnnnnnnnnnnn!!"
The hot sensations racing through me were too intense to allow me to
reply. All I could do was thrust even harder and groan. When I finally
withdrew from Krystal's throbbing vagina, she rolled onto her side and
pulled my lips down to hers. In the middle of the kiss, she withdrew her
lips slightly and whispered, "I can't believe it. You banged me twice
after screwing DeAnn four times. Taylor can only manage twice a month and
you've fucked two hot women six times in one evening!"
"We're not done yet, you sexy slut."
"You're kidding? Can you really get it up again?"
"Give me ten minutes or so. Rolling over, I got the astroglide out the
drawer of the bedside table. "Now, lets get your tight ass loosened enough
to fuck. Pull your legs back against your tits, Honey. Yeah... like
that. Now, you rub your clit while I finger-fuck your ass. By the time you
get yourself off, I'll be ready to screw your sexy ass."
"Do you really think you can get it up again?"
"Watching from no more than six inches away as you masturbate and make
yourself cum would get any man hard. In fact, it might even get an eunuch
hard."
Krystal pushed her hand between her thighs, stripped back the hood of
her clitoris, and began to stroke it with one of her fingers on each side.
"Christ!" I thought. "Half the men in the world have never had the
pleasure of watching a beautiful woman pleasure herself. The other half
have probably watched sitting in a chair several feet away. Here I am with
my eyes a few inches away from my wife's throbbing clit as she gets herself
off, and she wonders if I can get hard again?"
"OOohhhh god yes, Kent. Finger fuck my asshole.... aaahhhhh.... can
you see me rubbing my clit? Can you smell the musky aroma of my cum-filled
cunt hole? OOOhhhhh fuck... this is so dirty... and soooo hot! Do it to
meeeeeeee!"
It took about 10 minutes to make my wife's pussy erupt in a hard orgasm.
With my fingers buried deep inside her rectum, I could easily feel the hard
contractions rippling through her body.
"Oh I'm cumming... can you feel me cumming, Honey.... aaaahhhh
fuckkk... Oh shit! You're hard again. I can see it. FUCK IT INTO
MEEEEEE... IN MY ASS... NOW!!"
Pulling my wife's left leg high in the air, I nailed my dick into her
now gaping asshole. My shaft stretched her much more than my two fingers
had, and she wailed and screeched as the dick plowed deep into her bowels.
Once buried in her tight ass, I went very slowly until she was fully
stretched and begging me to fuck her harder. This time, it took me 15
minutes of steady, hard fucking before I came. Krystal had had two orgasms
before I filled her butt with my load.
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"All three holes... a big cum load in everyone of my holes. I can't
believe it! What a stud I've got for a husband," my wife whispered after
we had rested for about 10 minutes.
"It's not difficult to get it up with a woman like you, Krystal. I
really mean it when I tell you that while I loved having sex with DeAnn,
you're much better in bed than she is. I really don't have any excuse for
letting her seduce me, and I promise that it won't happen again."
"I don't want you to make that promise, Kent. DeAnn is desperate. She
would be out on the street soliciting strangers for sex if you weren't
taking care of her. Sooner or later, one of them would beat her up, or
maybe maim her for life, or even kill her. At best, they would tell all
their friends, and it wouldn't be long before Taylor found out. Then, our
best friends would end up divorced."
"You want me to continue having sex with DeAnn?? Is that what you're
saying, Krystal?"
"Would you mind? But don't want you to tell her that I know. If she
knew that I was aware that she's fucking my husband, it would ruin our
friendship, and she would stop seeing you and everything would fall
apart.."
"Well, of course I don't mind, and I won't tell her that you know, but
are you sure you're Ok with this? I thought I had lost you tonight when
you caught me fucking her. I was lucky. I don't want to end up losing
you."
"You won't. I promise."
"But what are you going to be doing when I'm having sex with DeAnn in
our house?"
"Well, I loved watching you fuck her. Some of time, I'd like to hid
some where and watch. Are you Ok with that?"
"Will you tell me in advance when you're going to watch?"
"Of course. You know I'll be masturbating furiously watching you fuck
that sexy slut, don't you?"
"Yeah. Do you realize how hot that thought makes me?"
"Oh yes. That assures that you'll still be wild to get into my pussy
after you've done DeAnn's."
"You know if I wrote this up as a true story and submitted it to one of
the sex magazines, like Penthouse Letters, no one would believe it."
"Well, you absolutely can't write it up and submit it. That's OUT!
Moreover, you can't even tell anyone... I mean no one. Understand?"
"Fully. Unlike "Cool Hand Luke", we are not having a failure to
communicate."
"There is one more thing though," my wife said with another one of her
seductive smiles.
"What's that?"
"This can't just be a one-way street with you screwing two hot, sexy
women while I just watch and masturbate. I mean ... after all, fair is
fair. Right?"
"Are you saying what I think you're saying, Krystal?"
"Probably. If you're going to fuck both DeAnn and me, I would like to
enjoy fucking someone else too. I mean, fair is fair. Would you be cool
with that?"
"Yeah. I got fantastically turned on when those guys at the Red Rooster
shot their loads all over you while we were fucking. I think about that a
lot."
"So do I," my wife said with a sly laugh.
"I'm going to be telling you when I'll be with DeAnn. Will you let me
know when you'll be seeing someone, who and where?"
"Of course. Fair is fair, right?"
"And you're going to be watching some of the time. Will I get to watch
some of the time?"
"Would it turn you on to see another man's cock sinking into your wife's
pussy, Honey?"
"No, but I would love seeing it sinking into my wife's cunt."
"You know you're one sexy bastard, don't you?"
"Yeah... and you know you're one hot slut, don't you?"
"I'm really glad you think so."
"When do you plan to start? I mean..."
"I know what you mean, Honey. When I was at the spa earlier tonight, I
met Maurice. There was no class, so we had a drink together in the lounge.
He hit on me... I mean he really hit on me. He asked me for sex. I
turned him down, but he said the next time I came to exercise class, he
intended to fuck me. At the time, I didn't give it much thought since 'no'
means 'no'. But now, I think I'll say 'yes', if you're ok with that. Are
you?"
"What's his name?"
"Maurice."
"Do you realize how hot and erotic next Friday will be? I'll be
screwing DeAnn here while Maurice is banging you at the club or in his
apartment. When you come home, we'll each have a really hot story to tell
each other."
"MMMmmmmm... you're right, Honey. My pussy is already throbbing just
thinking about it. Is there any chance you could get it up again?"
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Kent's Hot Wife:
For the next six days, all I could think about was the next exercise
class on Friday evening. My pussy stayed wet all the time, and by
Wednesday afternoon, it was a swamp. In spite of the fact that Kent was
fucking me every night... usually more than once, I still found myself
masturbating sometime during the day. On Tuesday night, I had an
incredibly erotic dream in which Maurice was fucking me so hard I was
having near continuous orgasms. I woke up in a sweat with a dripping pussy
and had to sneak off to the bathroom to masturbate before I could go back
to sleep.
On Thursday morning, I was stricken with the irrational fear that for
some reason DeAnn would cancel out for Friday evening and cause my husband
to change his mind about my seeing Maurice. Even though I fully realized
that there was no way in the world that DeAnn was going to pass up the
chance to have sex with Kent, I was still worried. Trying my very best to
remain casual, I brought up the subject over dinner that evening.
"Is DeAnn coming over tomorrow evening after I leave, Honey?"
My husband's head jerked up. "Why do ask? Are you having second
thoughts about letting me continue to fuck her? If you are, I can call her
and cancel out."
"Would you really do that?"
"In a lightning stroke, Honey. I'll call her right now if you want."
"No. I haven't changed my mind at all. I hope your fuck her slutty ass
off, Honey, and then tell me every detail later when you doing the same to
me. I was just curious."
"She called me today and said I'd better be ready because she would be
here as soon as your car was out of sight."
"I'm not surprised. She probably hasn't had any since last Tuesday
afternoon when you fucked her at Motel 8. How about you? Have you changed
your mind about my having sex with other men... more specifically with
Maurice this Friday?" I held my breath waiting for Kent's answer.
"No. No way. Just thinking about that has had me hard most of the
week. But then, you already know that. We've screwed once or twice
everyday this week."
"MMmmmmm... I know. We're doing it as much or more than we did the
first year we were married."
"If you have a two-hour exercise class on Friday, Honey, how is that
going to work with Maurice? Do you plan on getting home much later than
usual?"
"I called him yesterday... just to chat presumably. He said he had
made arrangements for his assistant to take over for him and that I would
be missing the class again."
"What did you say to that?"
"Not much. I did ask him what he had in mind. He just laughed and told
me it was the same thing I had mind. But even missing the class, I may be
one or two hours late in getting home... if he's anything to close to the
stud you are, Lover."
Giggling like a school girl, I started clearing the dinner dishes. I
had hardly set them on the counter when my wildly excited husband came up
behind me, circled his arms around my shoulders, and with one quick tug
exposed both of my tits.
"Like your slutty wife's tits, Honey? MMMmmmm... heft them, Lover.
Twist my nipples... aaaahhhhhhhh... god... harder... oooohh yesssss."
"Hot slut!" he hissed. "Every time I think about a big cock sinking
into your cunt, I get so fucking hard I can't believe it."
"And it hasn't even happened it, Baby. Just think how hard you're going
to be tomorrow night while your ramming it into DeAnn cunt and thinking
about another cock ramming your wife's hot hole the same way."
"Ohhhhh shit Yes!" With no warning, Kent pushed my tits down against the
counter and jerked my dress up around my hips. "Spread your legs apart,"
he growled.
"Aren't you going to take off my panties first? Gonna be hard to fuck
me with my panties on, Honey."
"Yeah. I'm gonna take that off... LIKE THIS!!" My husband's hands
gripped my panties on each side and in one powerful motion tore them in
half and tossed the two halves into the sink.
"OH GAWD DAMN...YES!!" I howled as my excitement peaked to match his.
"FUCK MY HOT CUNT, BABY. RAM IT INTO MEEEEEEEE!!" Kent's hips rammed
forward. The bloated helmet of his cock plowed into my opening...
stretching me open and sinking into my hole.
"GGGHHAAAAAAA!!"
He pulled back and slammed into me again. This time I felt his balls
banging against my clit at the same time as the big head thudded hard
against my cervix.
"UUUNNGGHHH!!"
Kent's hand moved to my crotch and found my clit. Stripping back its
protective hood, he stroked my hard, erect button as his sex spike fucked
in and out of cunt with hard driving strokes. He gave it to me like a man
possessed... grunting and growling each time he entered me. I came hard
after just a few minutes of the intense fucking.
Kent didn't even slow down. His fingers danced erotically over my
throbbing clitoris bringing howls of delight from my lips. I came again.
"Hot bitch... you're still cumming. Arch that cunt higher!" His hand
jerked back and spanked my quivering buttocks hard leaving a red hand
print. I screeched and yelled... half in pain... half in pleasure... he
fucked me faster and all the pain became sheer pleasure. My cunt hole
convulsed again around Kent's dick. I felt him stiffen. He drove into me
balls deep and held his cock against the opening to my womb as his buttocks
contracted hard shooting again and again... each time pumping a thick
stream of semen into my waiting hole.
When our orgasms ebbed somewhat, he scooped me up in his arms and
carried me off to the master bedroom. At midnight, I was trying to suck
him hard for the seventh time. But it was hopeless.
"Sorry about that, Krystal. I guess six times is my limit. But you're
not done yet. Raise that hot ass."
I followed my husband's order and felt him shove a pillow beneath my
hips to elevated my cunt. Moving downward, he pushed my legs apart and
socked his face against my swampy, cum-filled cunt and began to suck me and
lick my clit. At 1 AM, he was still licking my engorged clitoris as his
fingers plunged in and out of my now cleaned pussy. On each entry, his
fingers stroked my G-spot bringing wild cries of hot pleasure from me. I
had squirted three or four times soaking the sheets. When I exploded in
still another climax, I squirted again. This time, my exhausted body
collapsed to the bed, and I passed out... totally exhausted.
When I woke up sometime during the night, Kent was mounted on me fucking
me furiously. He held my legs up in the air as his shaft powered into me
with deep, hard strokes. The thought that my randy husband had begun
fucking me while I was lying there in an exhausted sleep had me hot again.
Wrapping my legs tightly around his driving hips, I whispered in his ear,
"Fuck your whore wife's cunt, Lover. Fuck and shoot in me!" A few minutes
later, another cum load was pumping into my vagina ruining all the cleaning
work my husband had done earlier.
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For my Friday night date with Maurice, I dressed in a tight red top and
outrageously short jean shorts. The shorts didn't even cover all of my
buttocks.
"Well? What do you think, Honey?" I asked as I posed erotically in
front of my husband. "Too much? Too little? How does my butt look?"
"Maurice is going to go wild when he sees you like that," Kent gasped.
"That's the idea, Lover. I bet DeAnn comes over wearing something even
hotter tonight."
"I wish I could watch you with Maurice?"
"Do you want to call DeAnn and cancel out tonight so you might get to
watch me with Maurice?"
"Tempting, but I don't think so. You know what they say: A bird in the
hand is worth two in the bush."
"I've heard that, but in this case, Kent, I think the more appropriate
clich� would be 'A cock in the cunt in worth two in the hand', don't you
think so?" We both laughed.
"I'm so fucking hard," my husband moaned.
"That's fair. I'm so fucking wet."
"Can I fuck you before you leave?"
"I don't think either DeAnn or Maurice would appreciate that, Honey.
We'll fuck like rabbits after I come home tonight.
I was a couple of minutes before 7 PM when I backed out of our driveway
and headed out toward the country club. However, as soon as I turned the
first corner, I brought the car to a stop beside the curb. Getting out of
my car, I peeked around the corner of the house to see how long it took
DeAnn to arrive after I had left.
The first thing I noticed was that Kent had raised our garage door for
DeAnn so she wouldn't have to leave her car parked in front of our house
for all the neighbors to see. I didn't have to wait very long... no more
than three minutes had passed before I saw her car entering our garage.
When she got out of the car, she tossed her coat onto the front seat before
entering our house. I had been right on target about DeAnn's outfit.
Except for thigh-high, 4-inch heels, and garter belt, she was naked. She
might have been wearing a skimpy thong. I was too far away to tell, but
even from where I was, I could see her big tits bouncing as she walked into
house.
After checking the time, I knew that if I wanted to be on time for my
date with Maurice, I needed to leave immediately. But I also knew that
making Maurice wait would just him all that much harder and more eager to
get his dick into me. That meant I could take some time to spy on DeAnn
and my husband and at the same time, turn my lover for the evening on even
more... obviously a win/win situation.
Following the winding road to a spot I knew was at the back of our
property, I parked the car and took the walking path through the woods
behind our house. The tree line was about 100 to 120 feet behind our
house, still too far to see well. But by approaching with the small
dressing rooms for our outdoor swimming pool, deck, and hot tub between me
and our patio doors, I knew that neither Kent nor DeAnn would be able to
see me. Since it was only a short distance from the dressing rooms to the
patio doors, I knew I would have a good view provided they spent some time
in our den rather than immediately head for our bedroom.
I was in luck. That's exactly what they were doing. DeAnn was actually
leaning against the jamb of our patio doors posing for my husband with her
hands on her hips and her shoulders pulled back to thrust her 36D tits
outward. She said something to Kent that I couldn't hear, but when my
husband grinned and squeezed his throbbing erection, it was obvious that
she had asked him if he liked what he saw. My randy husband's response was
equally obvious.
Kent responded by saying something to DeAnn. Her only reply was to
lower herself to the floor with her head down and her ass hiked high. As
she hurried to get onto the position Kent had requested, I found out that
DeAnn wasn't wearing any panties when I got two very clear views of her
naked cunt.
My pussy began to pulse erotically when I saw Kent begin slowly removing
his clothes as he stared at DeAnn's exposed pussy. He said something to
her. Her response was to quickly thrust her hand between her thighs and
began either finger fucking her pussy or rubbing her clitoris. From my
position, I couldn't tell which one it was.
When my husband moved closer to DeAnn's head and just stood there with
his hard cock jutting out like a jouster's lance, he had both DeAnn and me
stroking our clits. I rubbed it even harder when she raised her head and
Kent pushed his thick shaft into her open mouth. Her hand and mine moved
even faster over our erect clits as she sucked Kent's cock and I watched
her doing it. DeAnn's cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, and then I could
see her throat bulging outward as Kent's cock slide down her throat.
I thought Kent would shoot off in her mouth, but he apparently decided
to wait because when he pulled his dick out of DeAnn's mouth, he was still
hard as stone and I couldn't see any cum running out her mouth. My husband
helped her to her feet and set her down on top of the desk. A moment
later, his head disappeared from sight between DeAnn's wide open thighs.
In less than a minute, I could see her ass arching up off the desk and her
heels dancing wildly in the air. I knew she had to be groaning, but I was
too far away to hear her through the closed patio doors.
I started to leave, but then decided to stay to see how long it would
take my sexy friend to cum on my husband's talented tongue. As it turned
out, that decision only delayed me a couple of minutes. When DeAnn pussy
and clit erupted around Kent's lips and tongue, I didn't have to guess when
she got off. Even through the closed patio doors, I could hear her
screaming and begging him not to stop.
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I was about 20 late for my date with Maurice. When saw me coming in the
door to "Jack's Place" where we had agreed to meet, I could tell that he
was pissed off at my tardiness, but when I got closer and he saw the
abbreviated jeans shorts and low cut T-top I was wearing, he forgot all
about being angry.
"Sorry to be late, Honey. I got delayed at home. Judging from the way
you're staring, I think you like my outfit. Right?"
"Fuck Yes! Christ! You just walked in the door, and I'm already hard
as stone. I hope you can stay late, Krystal, because I'm going to fuck you
more times than you can count."
"Do you want to dance and show me off to your friends, or what?"
"I'll opt for the 'what'."
"MMMmmmm... I was hoping you would. I'll follow you in my car. That
way we won't have to waste time with you driving me back here."
"You have my cell number in case we get separated in traffic?"
"Of course. Just don't drive too fast and watch the lights so you do
drive through the yellow and leave me stuck on the red."
Maurice pulled me close and kissed me hard on the lips. I opened my
mouth and his tongue darted in to caress mine and explore. After thirty
seconds, the kiss intensified as his hands rubbed my ass and cupped my
tits. His huge erection was grinding hard against my mound making me
shudder with anticipation. After a minute, he broke the kiss and
whispered, "I won't stick you at a red light, Krystal. The only thing that
you're going to get stuck on tonight is my cock. Ready?"
"I'm dripping, Lover. This is my first time to cheat on my husband.
I'm so excited I'm shaking."
"You've never cheated before? I'm the first cock you've had since you
got married?"
"The very first."
"God! That almost makes me cum in my pants."
"Don't you dare! All those loads are going into me, Lover."
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Once we were inside Maurice's apartment, we quickly stripped each other.
Of course, he wanted me to leave my heels on, which didn't surprise me.
Even though I hadn't had a man other than Kent since marriage, I had fucked
a lot of guys when I was single and almost all of them wanted me to leave
my heels on when they screwed me.
As soon I pulled down Maurice's jeans and got his cock out, I was
shaking... half with desire and half with fear. His swollen, throbbing,
iron-hard shaft was at least 10 inches and incredibly thick. "Oh god,
Baby. You're going to have to go slow with this monster when you start
fucking me. My husband's pretty big, but not like this. Go slow and don't
hurt me too much. Ok?"
"I won't hurt you at all, Krystal. Don't worry."
"Ok, I won't worry, but I don't want you to worry if it hurts me a
little. A woman's supposed to be hurt a little when she takes a huge cock
like yours. That what makes a female feel like a hot woman."
"Will you suck me first, Krystal?"
"I'll suck you anytime you want, Lover... as much as you want for as
long as you want. And you can shoot as much cum in my mouth and throat as
you like just so long as you save enough to satisfy my pussy."
"As hot as you are, you don't have worry about that, Krystal. Now how
about that hot blowjob?"
I pushed Maurice down on the bed and knelt over his rigidly hard dick. I
felt like a iron rebar in my hand, which was just big enough to completely
circle his cock. As I slid my lips down his tool, I knew I was really
going to have to work hard to deep throat this monster. I took half of him
easily but then had to back off. I wondered if DeAnn was sucking my
husband at this moment.
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Nineteen miles away, DeAnn was sucking Kent's cock at the same moment as
Krystal was taking Maurice's. She had most of his shaft down her throat.
She almost choked on the huge load when he ejaculated explosively down her
throat. She didn't choke, but she did have an intense orgasm.
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Even though I knew that Maurice was wildly excited about have a sexy,
married cougar in his bed, he still had an amazing amount of control. I
had sucked him for over 15 minutes, the last 10 deep throating him on every
stroke. Finally, he groaned and whispered, "I can't hold it any longer,
Krystal. I'm going to cum. Do you want to finish me with your hand?"
"You're joking right? I hope so. When I suck a man off, I expect him
to unload inside my mouth and throat. if you like, you can pull out before
you finish and cream my face. That really turns me on."
"That's so fucking hot! Suck it, Krystal. Finish me!! Hurry!!"
At the same time as I took Maurice's dick all the way down my throat, I
pushed a finger into his anus. His hips surged upward drilling his cock
balls deep down my throat. A moment later, he erupted in a huge orgasm.
His thick load pumped into my mouth and throat in thick gushes. After four
spurts were either in my belly or dripping out of the corners of my mouth,
he jerked his still shooting prick out of my mouth and shot the last
several spurts all over my face.
In spite of the huge load he had just put into me and all over my face,
his cock hardly lost any of its erection. He rolled over onto his back and
ordered me to ride him. I didn't have be invited to mount that awesome
shaft twice. Swinging my leg over his hips, I reached between my legs and
grasped his tool. Aligning it with my opening, I sank down on it. The
thick shaft stretched me open and started into my hole. I moaned with the
intensity of the sensation of being entered by that huge dick.
"OOoohhhh my god! You're just fucking huge," I hissed.
"And you love it. Fuck yourself with me, Baby. Use me."
"Ooohhhh I intend to... aaahhhh fuckkkk... soooo good!" Raising up, I
let all of the big shaft slide from my hole except for the bloated head. I
rotated my hips erotically bringing hissing moans from the sexy stud
beneath me. Then... once more... I let my pussy slide down his girth.
On each trip down his big shaft, I took more and more of his length inside
my pussy. The thick cock was stretching my pussy like it had never been
stretched before. Suddenly, I came... no warning... just an intense
explosion as it was sinking into me.
"GGHHHAAAAAAA!! AAAAHHHHH.... JESUS! UUUNNNGHHHH!!" I howled as my
pussy throbbed in hard spastic contractions around Maurice's cock.
"You're cumming, you hot Bitch. Fuck that hot cunt on my rod, Krystal.
Fuck and cum... fuck and cum!"
I did... again and again.
By 9:30, Maurice had already fucked me four times, and as we kissed, I
could feel the rigid stiffness of his dick. I wondered how many times Kent
had screwed DeAnn. I knew she had to be leaving by this time since I
usually got home by 10 PM. Tonight, however, it was going to later than
that, and judging from how hard Maurice's cock was at the moment, it might
be a lot later than that.
At 10:15, my legs were straight up in the air with my toes curling back
as Maurice rammed his huge dick into my waiting cunt. He was hitting into
me balls deep on every stroke driving my hips deep into the mattress. By
this time, my pussy was so totally stretched and flared open that he had no
trouble getting all 10 inches into my hole on the first thrust. Everytime
I felt his balls slap against my upturned ass, hot shivers rippled through
me.
"Harder, Baby. Harder. Fuck the shit of out meeeeeee!!" I screamed.
Some time later, we were lying side-by-side on the bed each breathing
hard. Maurice had just fucked me for the seventh time. The amazing thing
was that I had cum just as hard and as often the seventh time as I had the
first time.
"Come on, Krystal. Suck me hard again. I wanna do you doggy again."
"MMmmmmm... that's a tempting offer, but it's 11:30. My husband is
going to be very angry already. I've got to get dressed and head home."
"Damn! I hope we can do this again."
"That's very likely. I loved it... more to the point, I loved that
huge dick of yours. You really rang my bell, Stud."
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The View from the Balcony:
Each over the next three months, Kent took care of DeAnn's problems at
least twice a week, on Friday during my exercise class and one other time,
usually on Tuesday when I would go out. While he was fucking DeAnn I was
usually with Maurice or one of the several other men I had met, but
occasionally, I would hide in our house somewhere and watch while he
screwed her.
Kent and I were having sex more frequently than at any time during our
marriage, except perhaps during our honeymoon, and when we did get it on,
it was blazing hot. Everytime I met a guy, particularly if it was a new
guy, he couldn't wait to hear all the sexy details, and while I told him,
he would eat my pussy like a starving man or mount me and screw my brains
out. We both loved it, of course, but Kent did have one complaint... he
had never gotten to watch.
It was a Saturday night, and Kent and I were in bed fucking while I
related how Martin and Lennard, two guys I met at bowling league, had taken
turns fucking me for four hours on Friday night. When I wasn't telling him
about Martin and Lennard, he was relating how he had gotten DeAnn off a
dozen times that night.
"Two guys! Damn! That's so hot. I wish to hell I could watch. You
get to watch me and DeAnn whenever you want. It's not fair, as you like to
say."
"You're right, Darling. It's not fair. Why don't we change that this
coming Monday night. I'll bring a couple of hot studs home while you hide
on the balcony overlooking the den. I'll tell them if they want to fuck
me, it has to be in the den, dining room, or kitchen because I won't do it
in one of the bedrooms in which I make love to my husband. You'll have a
great view from the balcony. Sound good?"
My husband's answer was to mount me doggy and fuck my brains out like a
jack hammer for next 15 minutes.
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It was a little after 8 PM on Monday evening. Krystal had left the
house a little after 7 PM dressed in a tight, black sheathe dress, matching
black, strappy, platforms with five-inch, wicked stiletto heels, and black
mesh thigh-high stockings. It looked like she might be wearing a garter
belt. Her big tits appeared to be supported by a bra, but I couldn't be
certain. If she wore panties, they were either small bikini panties or a
thong. When I had asked her what she had on beneath the dress, she just
grinned and told me I would have to wait until she got home and her lovers
stripped her. That thought made my already hard cock jerk wildly in hard,
throbbing spasms.
Just before my wife walked out the front an hour earlier, she turned to
me and asked, "Are you certain you want to do this, Honey? If you have any
doubts, you and I will go out, dance, flirt, and then come home and fuck
each other into total exhaustion."
"We've both been seeing others for three months or so. Why would I have
any doubts, Krystal?"
"Well, I know that you're more than Ok with me seeing other men when
you're busy screwing DeAnn. And we both know that since we started doing
that, we've been having more sex than at any other time in our marriage,
except perhaps on our honeymoon. More importantly, the intensity of the
sex we have is hotter than it ever has been, even on our honeymoon."
"My points exactly! So why wouldn't I be Ok with watching you with a
man tonight?"
"Up to this point, Darling, you've only heard about other men's cocks
sinking into your wife's cunt and ass and their tongues all over my tits
and clit. Watching is a very different experience... it's much, much more
intense. I know. I heard your descriptions of the sex when you've fucked
DeAnn, and I've seen you banging her. I can tell you, Honey, the watching
is ten times as intense as hearing about it afterwards. Are you sure you
can handle watching your wife being fucked and actually hearing her moan
and scream as she cums?"
"I'll be fine, Krystal. I've been fantasizing about watching you having
sex with another man ever since that night at the Red Rooster."
"It might be more than one man. When men hit on me, a lot of the time
it's two or three guys together doing it. There's no way I can just pick
one of them and tell the others to get lost. It's either all of them or
none. Can you handle see two or three men fucking your wife?"
"Don't worry about me. I'll be more than fine. I'll be so damn hot and
turned on, I probably won't believe it."
"All right, Darling. I won't worry. But just remember, if I come home
with a guy, or two guys, or whatever, at that point, it's too late to
object. I don't want you storming into the room screaming and ordering my
lovers out of the house. That would be just too embarrassing for me! If
you do something like that, I'll leave with them and who knows when I'll be
back. Ok?"
"Yes. Yes. Yes. How many times do I have to say it? I think this is
just incredibly hot. I'll be fine."
Krystal had nodded, picked up her purse, and slipped on a light jacket
that covered her bare shoulders. She opened the front door, moved halfway
through it, and then turned to face me. "Last chance, Darling. Once I
close this front door, you're going to be watching your wife being royally
fucked for most of the night. If you get tired of watching, you can go to
sleep in the master bedroom. I'll join you when the man or men leave.
Shall I go or stay?" I had said "Go", and she did.
Now, it was an hour later. Earlier in the evening, I had moved my car
to the park at end of our street so our garage was empty with no clue that
I was still home. While I waited, I put two pair of binoculars on the
balcony so I could see extreme close-ups of the action. I also had a
bottle of astroglide so I wouldn't rub my cock raw jerking off. My digital
camera with a normal and a telephoto lens were on the table when I wanted
to use them. I had also placed several video and audio pickups around the
den, kitchen, patio, and dining room. Each was connected remotely to a
recorder to make a hot visual and audio record of the evening's events.
With all preparations made, there was nothing to do but wait for my wife to
return. I settled down on the couch and began reading Penthouse Letters
while I waited. There would be plenty of time for me to turn off the
lights in the balcony so I would be concealed by the near total darkness.
It was almost 9:30 PM before I heard our garage door open. Quickly, I
extinguished the lights in the balcony. Listening carefully, I heard what
I thought were two cars entering our garage. That made sense... one was
Krystal's Camry and the other had to belong to wife's lover for the night.
From just outside the front door, I heard the sound of my wife's
throaty, passionate laugh. This was followed by several moans and then,
"Oh fuck! Don't ruin the dress. It's expensive!" While I had been
waiting, I had wondered how long it would take me to get hard once my wife
came home. I now had my answer. She wasn't even in the house yet, and I
was already rock hard.
"Come on. Let's take this inside. I'm not interested in giving all my
neighbors a sex show." A moment later the front door opened, and my wife
entered carrying her sheathe dress. She was followed by two, well-built
black men both of whom had their hands all over my wife's tits, legs, ass,
and pussy. Krystal had never mentioned the possibility that she might
bring home two black men, but I knew that ever since we had been at the Red
Rooster and she had watched those two hung black studs fucking that white
wife, she had fantasized about it. Obviously, tonight we were both going
to be living out a fantasy.
I couldn't blame them for being anxious, particular now that I could see
what my wife was wearing beneath her tight sheathe. Her big tits were
pushed up and out by a mesh half-bra that didn't even conceal her nipples.
As one of the two men fondled and hefted her big tits, the other man's
hands were busy on her ass and legs. They had her sandwiched between their
large bodies, and even from the balcony, I could see my wife shuddering
under their caressing hands.
"Bend over, Krystal, so we can get a good look at your sexy ass," one of
the men ordered.
"You act you've never seen a woman's ass before, Dwayne." e
"Hell, I've seen more female asses than anyone can count, but can't
remember seeing one as sexy as yours. Bend over."
"Like this?" I heard my wife ask as she bent over the bar and thrust her
ass back at the men. "This the way you want me, Carl?"
Without even realizing it, I had taken my cock out and was slowly
stroking it as I watched Dwayne and Carl rubbing my wife's ass. They were
on either side of Krystal. Dwayne was stroking his big hands over one butt
cheek while the other guy did the other one.
"Ooohhhh... that's so sexy," Krystal gasped. "Go between my thighs,
Guys. Feel how wet my panties are."
"Oh shit! They're dripping wet," Carl shouted as his hand slipped
between my wife's thighs and moved back and forth over her sex slit.
"Come on, Krystal," Dwayne pleaded. "We've seen the ass. Turn around
and spread so we can see your cunt."
"Think you can see right through my panties, Honey?"
"No, but show us anyway."
I jacked off a little faster as I watched Krystal stand up and turn to
face the two men. God! For the first time, I could see how much of her
tits showed over the top of the skimpy bra. Both nipples were sticking
out. My cock throbbed hard. It jerked and throbbed even harder when she
squatted down in front of the men and opened her thighs.
I could almost see my wife's cunt slit through her nearly transparent,
soaked panties, which were plastered against her cunt. If I could almost
see it from my position up in the balcony, I knew that Carl and Dwayne
could probably see every fold and crevice of her labia and most likely even
the shape of her hole as close as they were.
"Come on, do a hot strip for us, Krystal?" Carl suggested.
"Mmmmmm... If I'm going to strip for you guys and let you see my tits,
ass, and pussy, I want to see those big black cocks while I do it. Take
them out."
Krystal wasn't the only one watching intently when Dwayne and Carl
opened their pants and extracted their cocks. I could hear my wife's gasp
even up in the balcony. In fact, I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping
myself. Both cocks where hard and huge... over 10" in length, maybe more
than 11", and extremely thick. I doubted that Krystal's hand would go
around either one of their tools.
"I thinks the lady likes our johnson's Bro," Dwayne laughed. "Ok, you
hot bitch. You've seen ours... now show us yours." Both men began to
stroke their rods as Krystal's body began to gyrate in front of them. She
now had three men jacking off watching her.
My wife never took her eyes off the two big cocks as her body undulated.
Her hands rose to her big tits, cupping and hefting them. She pulled her
bra down baring both tits completely and even licked her own nipples. As
her hips hunched in fuck motions, she moved closer to the men and spread
her legs wide. With her tits bouncing, her hands took hold of her thong
and pulled it upward slotting it between the lips of her pussy. She moved
it slowly and erotically back and forth in her slit occasionally moving it
to the side so the men could see her cunt. All of us were jacking off even
faster watching my wife show off her cunt.
Krystal's hips were still hunching in fuck motions and her tits still
shaking when Carl moved around behind her and captured both tits in his
large hands. When he pulled her back against his body, I could see him
thrusting his erection up and down the crease of her ass. I jacked off
faster knowing that I was going to shoot off soon.
My ejaculation came even sooner than I expected when Dwayne moved in
front of my wife and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth at the same
time as his hand pulled her thong aside and began stroking her clitoris. A
moment later, he was pulling my wife's thong down her thighs. Krystal
stepped out of her thong and moaned loudly as her ass jack hammered back
and forth against Carl's big shaft grinding into her ass and Carl's fingers
working on her clit.
My load fired out of my rod like it were being shot out of a cannon.
The first spurt arched high over the guard rail of the balcony and fell to
the carpet in the den. That was followed by the second stream that also
made it over the guard rail. After that, the rest of my load splattered
over the floor of the balcony.
I was still cumming when Krystal screamed, "Oh Fuck! OOoohhh Fuck!
Don't stop... Don't stop... cumming... aaahhhhh gawd damn... I'm
cumminggggg!!"
I wondered if I was seeing her first orgasm or if the two black men had
already made her cum several times before bringing her back to our house.
It seemed unlikely as hard as Krystal's body was shaking. Dwayne face was
mashed tightly against her pussy working on her throbbing clit while Carl
was twisting both nipples and squeezing her tits. My wife continued to
wail as one hot spasm after another engulfed her.
Finally, Dwayne stood up and began to remove his clothes. Krystal's
legs were so shaky, it appeared like she might collapse to the floor, but
Carl held her up until she recovered from her orgasms. By that time,
Dwayne was naked with his 11+ plus inches of hard, thick cock sticking
straight out from his body.
"Your turn, Honey," he growled. "Suck it. Take all of it."
"Take all of it?" I thought. "How could any woman take all of that huge
dick?" My wife fell to her knees, grasped Dwayne big shaft, and took about
six inches into her mouth. I was amazed that she could take even that
much.
But even as I watched, more and more of the black shaft disappeared down
Krystal's throat. My cock quickly stiffened into a new, hard erection as I
watch Krystal taking more and more dick.
"My god, Man! Look at that hot bitch suck dick," Carl yelled. "Take
him, Baby. Take all that black cock down your white throat. Suck dick,
Slut! Suck him!!"
When my wife had eight inches in her mouth and throat, I could see
Dwayne's cock stretching her mouth wide open and forcing more of his tool
down her throat. My wife's cheeks hollowed when she sucked hard on his
shaft. Finally, her lips circled the base of the black shaft with all 11
inches down her throat. Both Carl and I were jacking off furiously
watching the incredibly hot sight.
"Oh fucking shit!! She's sucking the load right out of my balls,"
Dwayne howled. His buttocks clenched again and again shooting the semen
straight down Krystal's throat into her belly. When he began to pull out,
the final cum jets filled her mouth, spurted out, and ran down her cheeks.
By the time Dwayne's balls were empty, Krystal's face was creamed with his
the last part of his load.
By the time my wife had wiped Dwayne's load off her face with some
tissues, Carl was naked and pulled her head down toward his cock. With her
throat already stretched by Dwayne's huge dick, she sucked in 8 inches of
Carl's prick as soon as he shoved it in. With my wife bent over at the
waist, her five-inch platform heels arched her butt high. Dwayne moved
behind her, and pulled her buttocks apart exposing her holes. Grabbing one
of the binoculars, I focused on her pussy. Her lips were flared open and
her hole dripping wet.
As I watched through the binoculars, Dwayne fitted the big black helmet
of his rod into my wife's opening. My dick jerked hard and throbbed when
he worked it into in her waiting hole.
"OH GAWD DAMN! THAT'S SO FUCKING BIG!! Go easy, Baby. You gotta give
me time to get used to that big sex spike... ok?"
Dwayne pushed in two more inches bringing hot hissing moans from my
wife. When he gave her another inch, her mouth opened in hot ecstasy. Carl
took immediate advantage of her open mouth to shove all ten inches of cock
down her throat. Two more inches of black cock entered my wife's cunt
hole. With her mouth plugged tightly by Carl's pumping shaft, all she could
do was grunt.
"OOOMMMPPFFFF... UUMMMM... GGGHHAAAAA!!"
I was holding the binoculars to my eyes with my left hand while I jerked
my rod with my right hand. Dwayne's balls were swinging and slapping
against my wife's clit as he powered the entire length of his shaft into
Krystal's pussy. She was humping against him, moaning and grunting every
time the dick filled her. As Dwayne's thrusts drove her forward, Carl's
dick plunged down her throat muffling her excited cries.
Every few minutes, my wife's body went rigid as she climaxed. Every
time that happened, her mouth pulled away from Carl's dick as she screamed.
"FUCK HARD! FUCK HARDER, YOU HOT BASTARD!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!! OOoohhh
jesus.... I'm cummingg... aaahhhhhhh!!"
DON'T STOP... OHHHHH FUCKKK... DON'T STOP.... SCREW MEEEEEEE... OOHH
FUCKKK... I'M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK, DAWAYNE.... FUCK ME!"
Carl's grabbed my wife's head and shoved his dick back down her throat
cutting off her wild cries but not her orgasm. She shook and shuddered as
the two men fucked her. Instead of abating, her climax seemed to intensify
when she came again... and then once more. Through the binoculars, I
could see her cunt clamping down and then releasing the pumping cock ...
over and over.
Finally, neither man could hold back any longer. Dwayne's buttocks
clenched as he slammed his meat all the way into Krystal's cunt and emptied
his load into her hole. Through the binoculars, I could see the thick
streams of sperm-loaded semen spurting from her tightly plugged pussy. A
moment later, Carl climaxed in her mouth. When her mouth was full, he
pulled out and creamed her face. As the load splattered over her face,
long, swinging cum ropes dangled from her chin.
It was easily the hottest, wildest thing I had ever seen. Even though I
frantically pressed my thighs together, it was hopeless. I couldn't hold
it any more than Dwayne or Carl could. I had to struggle to suppress my
moans as powerful cum jets shot out of my dick.
Dwayne and Carl left my wife lying on the couch still quivering in the
aftermath of her intense orgasms while they got beers out of the fridge.
When I focused the binoculars on her pussy, I was stunned to see Krystal's
usually tight pussy had been so stretched, it was now a huge, round gaping
hole. Semen covered her mound, labia, and both thighs. Moving upward, I
saw that not all of Carl's load had hit her face. Numerous wads of cum
dotted both tits. Her face was awash with cum.
After finishing their beers, the guys brought a warm, wet cloth and a
towel from the kitchen and helped Krystal clean more of the semen from her
body. Of course, the cum loads that were inside her body stayed there. My
wife then knelt between the two men and began sucking their cocks... first
one, then the other... back and forth until Carl's black phallus was
rigidly hard.
Once Krystal had Carl's dick hard, she whispered something to him that I
couldn't hear. Carl grinned and laid down on the carpet on his back. His
black pole stuck almost straight up in the air. My wife swung her legs
over his hips in cowgirl position and lowered her pussy onto his shaft.
Quickly, I focused the binoculars on her cunt and watched as the thick
black tool stretched her open and entered. When he was in her, Carl held
her hips and drove his dick all the way up her cunt. Krystal moaned around
Dwayne's dick, which she was now sucking.
As my wife sucked one black cock and got fucked by the second one, she
moaned and grunted almost continuously. I had the binoculars trained on
the connection between the black dick and Krystal's cunt. Even though I
was watching it smoothly disappearing into her hole, I still had trouble
understanding how she could possibly take the massive shaft all the way up
her pussy. I started jacking off for the third time.
When Dwayne's cock was fully hard, I heard my wife moaning to Carl,
"Fuck me harder, Honey. Make me cum.... make me cum and squirt, Lover.
Ram it to meeeeeee!"
"If I'm gonna ram that hot cunt, Baby, I need you on your back."
"Yessss!! Put me on my back and ram that thing into me!!" she shouted.
Carl rolled my wife over, circled her body with his powerful arms and
lifted her as if she weighed next to nothing. Turning, he deposited her on
her back on couch with her ass at the edge of the seat and her legs hanging
over the edge. Moving up to her, Carl pulled her legs high over her head
so that her heels pointed almost straight toward the ceiling. The position
had my wife's cunt facing directly to me. Moving the binoculars downward,
I checked her stretched, gaping cunt hole. Carl's dick had so opened her
hole, I could see at least three inches into her depths.
When Carl moved up to my wife to fuck her, his body blocked my view.
Nevertheless, I had no problem knowing when he penetrated her. His hips
snapped forward causing my wife to howl with female pleasure. As she
screamed with the intense pleasure of feeling her cunt stretched and
entered, Dwayne mounted the couch on his knees and shoving his cock in and
out of mouth every time she opened it to scream.
"AAAHHHHHHH GAWD YES! IT'S GOING INNNNNNNNNN.... YOU'RE IN MEEEEE....
IN MY CUNT HOLE.... FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE! RAM MEEE HARD, CARL... MAKE ME
YOUR SLUT, LOVER. FUCK ME AND CUM IN MEEEEEEEE!!... OOOPPPMMMFFFFFF...!!"
It didn't take long for Carl to shoot another cum load into my wife. He
slammed his rod deep into Krystal's throbbing hole, held it there, and I
watched his ass muscles clenching as he emptied his balls into my wife.
When he pulled out, my wife screamed.
"OH FUCK! I'M GONNA SQUIRT!! WATCH ME CUM AND SQUIRT!! WATCH
MEEEEEEE!!"
As fast as possible, I focused the binoculars on her cunt. She pulled
her legs high and back until they were pressing against the back of the
couch, arched her hips, and convulsed in a powerful orgasm. I began
jacking off furiously when I saw her cunt contract in a hard spasm and her
juices squirt a foot into the air. For the third time, I shot a load of
cum all over the floor of the balcony. There was no longer enough semen
left in my balls to shoot over the balcony railing.
For the next two hours, the two men fucked my wife. When one of them
would cum, Krystal went down on him and sucked until she got him hard
again. As she sucked one guy, the other man fucked either her cunt or ass.
Usually by the time Krystal got the cock in her mouth hard, the one buried
in her pussy or ass would ejaculate. The men would change places, and my
wife would start working on the other cock to get him hard again.
Around 11 PM, my wife was sucking Carl's cock while Dwayne's cock was
fucking in and out of her pussy. He had Krystal lying on the couch with
her head tilted back to take Carl's dick down her throat while he was on
his knees between her thighs pumping his thick rod into her waiting hole.
This time, the position didn't block my view. Focusing the bigger pair
of binoculars onto my wife's hole, I had a close-up view of the huge black
cock disappearing into Krystal's vagina and pulling back out. As it
withdrew, it drug her pussy lips along with it. It was almost as if her
pussy was trying desperately to keep Dwayne's big dick buried inside her
hole.
Watching the lips of my wife's pussy clinging to the black shaft when he
pulled it out and then watching them disappear inside her hole when he
rammed his dick back into her hole, had my cock hard and rigid again.
When Krystal got Carl's dick hard, the men began doubling fucking her.
The first time they did it to her in cowgirl position. Carl sat on the
couch, his cock a hard sex spike, and Krystal mounted him. Dwayne put his
friend's cock at the opening to my wife's cunt hole, and she sank down on
him taking 10 inches of black prick up her cunt.
Once he had his organ buried inside my wife's vagina, Carl pulled her
forward over his body until her tits were mashed against his chest. The
new position elevated her hips exposing her anus invitingly. I focused the
binoculars on my wife's ass hole. My dick was so hard, it actually hurt.
Hurrying so as not to miss any of the action, I squirted some more
astroglide on my shaft.
Dwayne moved up behind my wife with his legs between Carl's thighs.
With my eyes glued to the eyepiece, I watched as Dwayne squirted astroglide
over my wife's asshole, and then worked the helmet of his cock into her
hole. Gradually, it stretched enough that his dick slipped up herrectum.
Krystal was howling as the huge shaft sank inside her. It took at least 10
minutes of slowly working his dick back and forth inside Krystal's ass and
then stopping and letting her stretch and become accustomed to the big cock
to get his entire length into her hole. The sight was incredible.
At that point, the black studs began fucking both my wife's cunt and ass
holes at the same time. They set up a steady rhythm that had Krystal
wailing and screaming in repeated orgasms. It seemed to me that she would
explode in another orgasm almost as soon as her previous one had ebbed.
Somehow the two men managed to hold back their orgasms, which was more
than I could do. They hadn't been double fucking my wife for more than a
few minutes before I ejaculated helplessly onto the balcony floor, which by
this time, had become a cum-slickened mess.
I thought Dwayne and Carl would surely unload into my wife's holes, but
they wanted to DP her when she was on her back. This time, they switched
positions with Dwayne underneath her taking her ass while Carl mounted her
missionary and plugged his shaft into her cunt. With her ass hole already
fully stretched, Dwayne's dick entered her easily. Moments later, the two
men were fucking my wife's cunt and ass like two jack hammers.
Krystal wailed, screamed, begged, and hissed with female pleasure. Her
heels flopped and jerked in the air. Her mouth stretched wide open with
her tongue out and flicking over her top lip. She was so widely stretched
that I doubted she would even be able to feel me the next time we fucked.
As before, Krystal was convulsing in a near continuous stream of
orgasms. She cursed and begged each time her holes erupted around the thick
black shafts. The men had reached their limit of their endurance. First
Dwayne's dick exploded its load up my wife's ass. She came again. Then,
it was my turn. I shot another load onto the balcony. The load was only a
few dribbles, but my orgasm was intense nevertheless. I was still
ejaculating when Carl fired his cum into Krystal's throbbing cunt hole.
Dwayne and Carl left around 1 AM. Essentially, Krystal had had cocks in
her cunt, mouth, or ass almost continuously for the last 3.5 hours. As
soon as they were gone, I came downstairs and carried my wife to the hot
tub. She snuggled against me tightly.
"Did you enjoy it, Darling? Or do you wish you had stopped me earlier
in the evening?"
"I jacked off six times watching you. The balcony's a mess." We both
laughed almost hysterically. When I regained control, I asked, "I know you
enjoyed it. Do you want to divorce me and marry one of those guys?"
My wife pushed her body away from my chest and stared at me. "You go
crazy when you fuck DeAnn, Honey. Do you want to divorce me and marry
her?"
"Of course not! You're my wife!"
"Exactly! And you're my husband. Just because I get off when another
man or men fuck me... just because you shoot off like a cannon inside
DeAnn's cunt... doesn't mean we want a divorce. In fact, it doesn't have
anything to do with our marriage. We both enjoyed Dwayne and Carl
tonight... just like I enjoy watching you with DeAnn. Ok?"
I smiled broadly and replied, "Yeah. Ok. I love you." I joined my wife
in the hot tub, and we spent 20 minutes washing and stroking each other.
After that, I whispered, "I can't believe it, but I'm hard again! I know
you're probably too tired and too sore to fuck again, but I just want you
to know how much you turn me on."
"Shut up, Stupid. Sit on the edge of the tub. Now."
I followed my wife's orders. She grinned at my hard erection, hefted
it, stroked me few times, and then straddled my legs and took me inside her
pussy. It was surprisingly tight considering how much it had been
stretched.
"My god... your pussy feels so tight and so hot!"
"It feels hot because my number one lover has his cock in me. It's
tight in spite of those two huge dicks I fucked tonight because pussys are
elastic and filled with muscles. Do you like the way I squeeze you, Baby?"
My cock throbbed when I felt my wife's vagina milking me... almost
jacking me off with her vagina. "God yes! You're fantastic!"
"So are you, Lover. Now stop talking and just fuck your hot, slutty
wife. Fuck her and shoot in her!"
I did. Twice.
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Two Wives Being Laid:
It was a Tuesday night a week after Dwayne and Carl had double fucked
Krystal. Naturally, DeAnn was on her back in the Killgor's master bedroom
with her knees pressed back against her tits as Kent rammed his engorged,
thick 7+ inches of cock into her throbbing pussy. She was howling and
begging him to ram her harder... deeper... to make her cum again.
Kent thrust his hands beneath the wailing brunette's hips, sought out
her anus, and pushed two fingers inside DeAnn. At the same time, he rammed
his organ harder and deeper into her cunt. She convulsed in a hard orgasm
almost immediately... her fifth of the night in the first hour of the
evening.
As her orgasm peaked, she wrapped her arms tightly about Kent's
shoulders and hugged him tightly, pressing her tits hard against his chest.
"Oh god! I love the way you fuck me. Can you feel my cunt throbbing
and pulsing around your dick, Darling. AAaaahhhh... MMMmmmm.. big hard
cock... fuck me again, Baby. Make me cum... DeAnn needs it, Lover. She
needs it bad.
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Not far away, Krystal was on her back with her knees pressed back
against her tits as her lover rammed his engorged, thick 7+ inches of cock
into her throbbing pussy. She was howling and begging him to ram her
harder... deeper... to make her cum again.
The stud fucking her thrust his hands beneath the wailing blonde's hips,
sought out her anus, and pushed two fingers inside Krystal. At the same
time, he rammed his organ harder and deeper into her cunt. She convulsed
in a hard orgasm almost immediately... her fifth of the night in the first
hour of the evening.
As her orgasm peaked, she wrapped her arms tightly about her lover's
shoulders and hugged him tightly, pressing her tits hard against his chest.
"Oh god! I love the way you fuck me. Can you feel my cunt throbbing
and pulsing around your dick, Darling. AAaaahhhh... MMMmmmm.. big hard
cock... fuck me again, Baby. Make me cum... Krystal needs it, Lover.
She needs it bad.
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Wives' Night out:
The next evening, Krystal was waiting in the den of the Killgor's
spacious home for DeAnn to pick her up for their weekly outing. Kent
looked up from the evening newspaper and asked, "Are your Wednesday outings
back on track, Honey, or is DeAnn still crying over Taylor's inability to
take care of her sexual needs.?"
"They're great, Honey, and no, DeAnn hasn't shed a tear since your
started taking care of her hot pussy with that magic, hard dick of yours.
She's like a kid in a candy store gushing about how wonderfully Taylor is
fucking her now that he's begun taking cialis and viagra. Of course, I
tell her how wonderful that is and make some comment about how he should
never have waited so long to see a doctor about his condition. Of course,
I know the whole thing is a lie and that Taylor is still almost impotent
because he's too proud or too embarrassed, or both to see a doctor. You're
a life saver for her."
"Yeah. I know. It's a tough job but she's your best friend, and it's
the least I can do," Kent said with a grin.
"Right! Tough job indeed! I've seen you going nuts over that sexy
brunette's hot cunt and ass holes. But I love it too, Honey. Watching the
two of you is just incredibly hot. And it has the added benefits that to
be fair you let me see other men and you often get to watch. As a result,
we're having the most and the hottest sex we've ever had. I have to say
that although I do feel sorry for Taylor's condition, it has certainly been
a sexual bonanza to us. Don't you agree?"
"You're right. It has, but I'm very, very careful when Taylor and I are
together not to let on that I know about his condition and certainly not to
let him know that I'm fucking his wife in his place. That would be
devastating to him and to our friendship. I'm also very careful not to let
DeAnn know that you know as that would really hurt or even end your
friendship with her."
"I know, Honey. We both have to be very careful that this is and will
remain a secret that you and I will take to our graves. Neither of them
will ever know. I love you, Baby."
"So what are the two of your doing on your nights out now?"
"Oh the usual. We dress hot, tease some of the men we see, and
sometimes dance with them, but that's as far as it goes. We chat. DeAnn
lies about how good Taylor is fucking her, and I tell her the truth about
how fantastic you are in bed, which of course, she knows all about first
hand, but she never says a word."
"You know, in a way, it's really amazing how things work out. Before
Taylor's medical or psychological problems, you would have divorced me if
you had caught me fucking another woman, and I would have gone off the deep
end if you had asked if you could date and fuck other men. Then, in a
weird twist of fate, Taylor becomes impotent. DeAnn seduces me out of
desperation, and you catch me fucking her. But instead of divorcing me,
you find out that watching us is a huge turn on. We talk about it and
decide that I'll continue screwing her while you see other men and our sex
lives become vastly better. Isn't that just incredible?"
"It is. It really is. Oh. DeAnn's here. Gotta go. See you later,
Lover."
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As Krystal climbed into the front seat, DeAnn grinned at her and asked,
"So how's the devious, conniving bitch tonight? Hot to trot?"
"Sshhhh.. not so loud. Kent's got pretty good ears."
"Not that good. The front door's closed. But you're right. Sorry." As
DeAnn pulled out of the driveway, she asked, "Where shall we go tonight?"
"How about 'The Rendezvous"? There's always a bunch of young hot guys
there hoping to score."
"Wanna grab a bite to eat first?"
"Sure. I could do with something to eat. We might need the energy
later on."
As DeAnn drove the car out onto the highway, she said in a soft voice,
"See what I mean about my best friend... the sexy, conniving bitch."
"Well, it takes a conniving slut to know one, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. It does."
As the two women ate a light dinner, they exchanged confidences about
the men they had been fucking.
"Have you seen Dwayne and Carl again? After that night a week ago, I
figured you'd have them between your legs as often as possible."
"Once. They both fucked me last Thursday afternoon while Kent was
working. I called him on his cell and let him listen for 15 minutes before
he had to go to a meeting."
"I'll bet you got your sexy ass fucked off that night."
"You know I did. Kent was like a man possessed. We would fuck, he
would shoot a huge load into me and then get hard again in about 10
minutes. It was wild. How about you?
"I fucked one of my ex-boyfriends from before I was married. He had a
friend with him. The two of them didn't let me out of bed for three hours
last Saturday. I would have called Taylor and let him listen like you did
Kent, but I didn't think my ex could handle that. But I told Taylor all
the sexy details later than night. I think he screwed me five times. I
lost count I was having so many orgasms myself."
"God! That sounds hot. Dwayne and Carl are dying to fuck you. Any
chance I can enjoy your ex-boyfriend and his buddy?"
"Of... yeah... there's a chance. I'd say about 99.9% that they'll
have their cocks in you within a week or so."
The two women laughed and finished eating. While waiting for dessert,
DeAnn said, "You know, I still have trouble believing that this scheme of
yours worked."
"Oh ye of little faith. I knew it would work. As long as we followed
the plan there was no possibility that it would fail. We're lifelong best
friends. Both of our husbands have known that since before we were
married. Likewise, Taylor and Kent have been best friends and mutual
admirers since high school. There is no possible way either one of them is
going to hurt the other, and they know that you and I feel the same way
about each other. Given that, how could the plan possibly fail?"
"Even so, it had to be executed just perfectly."
"True, but that's the case with all complex plans, and it really wasn't
that hard for us given how clever and how devious and sexy we both are.
All I had to do was swear my husband to secrecy and then tell him about how
our Wednesday evenings were falling apart because you couldn't stop crying
about Taylor's near impotence. For three weeks, I kept relating how I was
afraid you would start cheating and Taylor would find out and that would be
end of your marriage. The more I told him those tales, the more
sympathetic he became. and even though he was enormously worried about
Taylor, there was no way he was going to hurt his friend by telling him he
knew."
"Right, and while you telling Kent all that stuff, I was doing the
exactly the same thing with Taylor. He was just appalled that his best
friend was becoming impotent and he was unable to help him. He also felt
so sorry for you... that such a beautiful, sexy woman was having to become
a nun at such a young age."
"Yep. After that ground work was complete, all we had to do was forget
about exercise class. You dressed fiery hot and went to my house where you
seduced Kent while I did the same thing at exactly the same time at your
house with Taylor. I thought it was so funny the way they put up the same
arguments that they just couldn't have sex with the wife of their best
friend. But when we told them if they didn't help us, we were going to
have to start cheating, that gave them all the rationalization they needed
to fuck our hot asses through the mattress. Men are really helpless around
a hot, sexy woman with a willing, eager pussy."
"Oh hell yes, they are... thank god! I know all that's true, but the
really devious part of the plan was 'catching' them fucking us. That was
just brilliant!"
"Thank you. Coming from such a sexy, devious, conniving slut, I
consider that the highest praise. But you know, that's the part I almost
fucked up."
"Really? I didn't know that. How so?"
"Well, you remember the plan. After Taylor had been screwing me for
months and Kent had been doing you, I told Taylor we would have to miss our
usual Friday night together because my mother was ill and I needed to visit
her. You, however, showed up hot, wet, and ready to get it on with Kent. I
needed to give you two an hour or so before showing up, so I decided to
visit my exercise club to pass the time. Since I hadn't been attending for
months, I had no way to know that the class had been cancelled that
evening, and I met Maurice there since he was free."
"So what? Why was that a problem?"
"He's just so fucking hot, and I was dripping just sitting at the table
with him. He got me so hot, I let him take out my tits right there in the
club. Naturally, he wanted me to come back to his apartment with him for
sex, and god, did I ever want him in me! But if I went to his apartment, I
would never get back in time to "catch" Kent fucking you, so I summoned all
my will power and turned him down. But I almost fucked it up."
"But you didn't. It went like clock work."
"It did. And I played the role of the jealous, betrayed wife
brilliantly, if I do say so myself. I should have won the Oscar. By the
time it over, everything was in place. Kent continues to fuck you twice a
week while I get to play with other men out of "fairness". And it worked
the same way the following week when you "caught" Taylor fucking me. You
know, there's no other way in hell we could have ever gotten those two guys
to give us permission to see other men and even consider themselves lucky
not be heading to divorce court."
"You know, Krystal, some people would call us devious cunts, but
actually, we made our husband's lives much better... as well as our own.
Taylor is fucking me like a wild stallion constantly... it's just
glorious, and I know that Kent is on you and in you constantly. As icing
on the cake, Kent is enjoying my pussy and ass regularly and Taylor is
enjoying yours. So, they really should thank us."
"They are thanking us. Kent must have told me a dozen times how much he
loves me and how great our sex has become. And Taylor is saying the same
things to you. But, we still have to be careful... very careful... to
never, ever let them know what actually happened. Men have monster egos,
and neither one of their egos could handle being deceived like we deceived
them."
"Right. But as long as we remain silent, they're both so considerate of
the feelings of their friend, there's no way they will ever discuss it. So
we're home free... we're both enjoying Kent and Taylor... two really
great lovers... and other men as well," DeAnn commented.
"On another note," Krystal stated. "I don't think either of our
husbands ever follows us anymore on our nights out. They both did it a
half dozen times and nothing ever happened. We've been watching for them
for several months now and neither of them has checked. I think we can
relax on Wednesdays."
"I agree. So, what do you suggest we do with the rest of the evening?
Still want to go to the Rendezvous?" DeAnn asked.
"Actually, I have a better idea. By the time we drive to the country
club, it will be 9 PM. The exercise classes for the evening will be over,
and Maurice will be off work. Shall we drive over and see if he would like
to have a drink... or something?"
"That sounds like another one of your devious plans, Krystal. So? Why
are just sitting here? Let's go."
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A Round of Golf:
It was the following Sunday. Taylor and Kent were out on the links for
their regular game on Sunday afternoon. Both men were fully rested after
each had had a very strenuous Friday night. Taylor had spent two and a
half hours bringing Krystal to a dozen orgasms during which she couldn't
stop telling him how fantastic a lover he was and if it weren't for him,
she would be climbing the walls and probably out cheating.
Taylor had wondered if his wife were hiding somewhere watching him fuck
her best friend, or if she were out with one of her boyfriends enjoying his
cock. He had hoped that it was the latter because it would be so wildly
exciting to hear all the hot details later that night as he related what he
and Krystal had done in bed.
Of course, DeAnn wasn't doing either of those things. Like Krystal, she
writhing beneath Kent's powerful body as his cock rammed into her eager
pussy driving her ass deep into the mattress and bringing her to at least a
dozen orgasms during the evening.
After 14 holes, on an incredibly windy afternoon with the wind steady at
22 mph and gusting to 35 mph, Kent and Taylor were tied at 4-over par, a
fantastically good score on such a difficult day. This time, as the men
approached the fearsome 15th hole, Kent had the honor.
Standing in the tee box with the flag a distant 565 yards away
surrounded by the four menacing traps with two more lining the fairway and
the dense forest all the way along the left side, Kent shook his head in
dismay as the fierce 22 mph wind blasted into his face. Looking over at
his best friend of 20 years, he said, "This hole is totally impossible
today."
"Yeah. It is. I wonder what the scores on the hole have been today?"
"Don't know, but I would bet good money that the average has to be an 8
unless Tiger Woods played a round here today. Well, that wind isn't about
to stop anytime soon... so let's have at it."
Kent pulled his 1-iron out of his bag... the club that Travino had said
even God couldn't hit. He teed his ball low to keep the trajectory into
the fierce wind. After taking his usual single practice swing, he stepped
up to his ball, focused his thoughts totally on the ball so that the
howling wind was blocked completely from his mind, drew the club back,
cocked his wrists to bring the shaft horizontal to the ground high over his
back, and unleashed his body. As his powerful arms brought the club
downward, his body moved perfectly with the shot, his left side straight,
the momentum of his body and club going straight toward the distant hole.
"CRACK!" came the crisp, sharp sound of club head connecting with the
ball. His arms and body continued through the swing, finishing with the
club head again high over his head. Only then did he look to see where his
ball had gone.
"JESUS!" came Taylor's awed cry. "Look at that fucking ball go!"
Kent's shot started low and then just seemed to rise as it powered it
way down the fairway biting into the wind as it went. On a windless day,
the ball would have come to rest in the center of the fairway probably 280
to 290 yards from the tee. On this day, the fierce wind had fought back
and stopped the ball 225 yards out.
"That was an incredible shot, Kent. Just out-of-this-world fucking
incredible!" Taylor said in total awe.
"Thanks. Even a duffer occasionally hits one right."
"That's true, but no duffer ever hit a shot like that. Ok. Enough
gushing. Let's see what I can do with this ridiculous hole."
Like Kent, Taylor took his 1-iron from the bag. He also teed the ball
low. Adjusting his grip and going through the waggle of the club, Taylor
prepared himself. It had always amazed Kent that his friend never took a
practice swing. On the one occasion he had asked why, Taylor had said
simply, "If I take a practice swing, it means I have to swing correctly
twice instead of just once."
Taylor finished his preparations and now stood motionless over the ball
preparing for the shot. Taylor almost always hit his tee shots 10 to 20
yards further than Kent, but today was an exception.
The sound of club head hitting the ball came sharply: "CRACK!!" The shot
was the duplicate of the one Kent had hit, except it stopped 5 yards beyond
Kent's ball, 230 yards from the tee.
"Great god! I just hit the best tee shot of my life and you out hit me
by 5 yards. I gotta tell you, Taylor, you are da Man!"
"Like you said, even a duffer hits one right occasionally."
"True, but 'occasionally' for you seems to be about 9 times out of 10."
When the two men reached their balls, Kent was still looking at 340 long
yards to the pin, and Taylor had almost the same distance. Fortunately,
both men had good lies in the fairway. Kent yanked his 3-wood out of the
bag and lashed the ball another 205 yards down the fairway splitting the
fairway traps and going far beyond them. In spite of the wind, he was
within 135 yards of the pin.
Taylor's ball was sitting up even better than Kent's, so he removed his
2-wood and rammed his shot 215 yards down the middle. It came to a stop
120 yards from the pin.
"Damn! What a horse!" Kent said shaking his head at the powerful shot.
The last time he had played this hole in such a wind, he had used a
4-iron because of the wind. It had died down just as he hit the shot with
the result that he was over the green by 10 yards. This time, he hoped the
wind would remain constant. Being closer than before, he selected his
6-iron. His crisp shot was dead on the pin. It hit the green 5 feet from
the pin and spun back to leave him a 10 foot putt for birdie.
Taylor's shot was again the mirror image of Kent's. His ball hit 8 feet
from the pin and stopped dead in its tracks.
After fixing their ball marks on the green, Kent looked over his putt.
Although only ten feet away, there was a wicked left break to the green.
It was the kind of putt that many golfers ended up further from the hole
after the putt than before. Three putts on this undulating green were
common. Both men had seen others four and even five putting.
After estimating the break and the speed, Kent faced a decision. If he
hit the ball solidly to control the break but missed, he could easily end
up 6 to 8 feet past the hole. On the other hand, he could lag up to within
a foot or two and essentially guarantee his par.
After standing over his ball for 15 seconds or so, he said aloud, "Fuck
it! I'm not going to miss." He hit the putt firmly. At first, it appeared
that it would miss on the high side and go who knows how many feet past the
hole, but at nearly the last moment, the ball broke and hit the hole dead
center falling in for a birdie 4.
Taylor gave his friend a 'thumbs up' sign and stepped up to his putt.
Quickly, he assessed the break and then said aloud, "I'm not missing this
fucking shot either!" His putt was confident and firm and there was never a
doubt. It too hit the center of the hole for a birdie 4.
"Can you believe it? Do you believe in miracles?! We just halved the
hardest, fucking gawd damn hole on the course in the most miserable
conditions imaginable and we did it with birdie 4's!!!" Both men shouted
giving each other slaps on the back and high-fives.
As Kent replaced his putter in the bag and walked from the 15th green,
he thought to himself, "I don't think I will ever understand it. How in
hell can a man hit a golf ball with such skill and power, and be such a
supportive friend and all-around fantastic man and yet be unable to take
care of his beautiful wife's sexual needs and too stubborn to seek medical
help? Makes no fucking sense, but hell will freeze over before I ever
embarrass him by saying anything."
As Taylor followed his friend as he walked toward the 16th tee box, he
too was thinking along the same lines. "Jesus... the guy is the only
other amateur golfer in the city who could have birdied that hole today.
That compact body is like a coiled spring machined like a Rolex watch. And
the way he hit that hugely breaking putt... totally courageous... totally
confident. How can it be that he can't take care of Krystal's needs in the
bedroom and can't think clearly enough to get medical help? I feel so
badly for him, but hell will freeze over before I ever embarrass him by
saying anything."
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