Giving Hubby What He Wants
by RLM
Background:
Stan and Vanessa Hager were entering their sixth year of
marriage. Both were highly successful in their professional
careers, Stan as a CPA with a large clientele and Vanessa as an
interior decorator with her own business. By mutual agreement,
they had decided to postpone having children. At 29 and 28 years
of age, respectively, they were aware that there was still ample
time to start a family when, and if, they decided to do so.
Financially, the Hagers had no problems. Their individual
incomes were substantial, and, when combined, there wasn't much
that was beyond their financial reach. They lived in a modern,
4000 square foot home in a fashionable district of the city.
Their home was equipped with all the modern conveniences
including flat panel TV's in several rooms, a spa, exercise room,
game room, study, and library. With a beautiful deck and pool in
back amid a perfectly landscaped yard, their home and property
were escalating in value each month. Stan enjoyed driving his
recent model Avalon while Vanessa loved her Beamer.
In addition to their successful careers, their very large
incomes, and their beautiful home and cars, Stan was a handsome,
well-built man who attracted more than his fair share of female
attention. Vanessa's gorgeous blonde body was intimidating in
its beauty.
Even though they were in their sixth year of marriage, the
Hager's sex life remained hot and passionate. Vanessa wanted sex
essentially every day, and her sexy, virile husband was always
ready to see to her needs. Even when Vanessa was having her
period, the sex hardly abated. Vanessa simply made more use of
her hot mouth.
With position, money, physical comforts, a gorgeous wife, and a
vigorous sex life, Stan Hager apparently had every thing a man
could desire. Every thing, that is, except his one most secret,
kinky desire. It had been with him ever since high school and
every year that it remained unfulfilled, it had intensified.
Each day, Stan found himself thinking about it more and more.
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The Discovery:
It was a Saturday night, and Stan and Vanessa were enjoying a
evening out. After a superb dinner with an excellent chardonnay,
they had gone to an after-hours club to dance. After several
drinks and dancing for over an hour with her husband, Vanessa was
feeling no pain.
As Stan attempted to get the waiter's attention to ask for the
bill, Vanessa was sipping her fifth stinger of the evening after
having had two glasses of wine at dinner. Not surprisingly, she
was not being all that careful about the way she was sitting.
Her short, white dress had ridden far up her thighs and, with her
legs somewhat parted, her matching panties were visible.
"I don't seem to be able to get the waiter's attention. It's
almost like he's deliberately looking away every time I wave at
him," Stan complained. Looking at his wife, he saw that she
wasn't listening to a word he was saying. Instead, her attention
seemed to be occupied by some men at the adjacent table.
"Oh shit!" Vanessa said under her breath.
"What's wrong, Honey," Stan asked concerned.
His wife just grinned at him. "What's wrong, Darling, is that
your wife is half drunk, and I told you before we left the house
that this dress was too short."
"Well, you're not half drunk, Honey. Somewhat high, maybe, but
certainly not drunk. And I don't think your dress is too short.
You look great in it. I love it."
Vanessa grinned at her smiling husband. "I know you like the
way I look, Darling. The problem is so does that sexy man at the
next table."
"Every man here thinks you look fantastic, Honey. What's so
special about the guy at the next table?"
"He's good looking... he's sexy.... I'm half drunk, and he's
been staring at my legs and panties for the last 10 minutes,"
Vanessa said, unable to keep from slurring her words.
"How... how," Stan stammered, "how can he see your panties?"
"Cause, Honey... my dress is too damn short and I don't seem to
be able to keep my legs closed. I think you'd better take me
home."
Emitting a soft, low groan, Stan leaned closer to his wife and
asked, "How much can he see, Honey?"
"Don't know. Enough to keep him interested. Maybe you should
go ask him," Vanessa said as she began to giggle.
"Why don't you just close your legs?"
"Can't... too drunk... besides, it's sexy to sit here and let
him see my panties." Leaning closer, Vanessa licked her lips and
whispered, "I think he wants to see my pussy, Darling." Vanessa
seem so unsteady in her chair that Stan had to put his hand on
his wife's shoulder to be certain that she didn't fall to the
floor.
"Are you ok, Honey?"
"Yeah... just half drunk and acting like a slut. I'm sorry...
really. Let's go home."
The waiter brought the bill, but Stan ignored him and the bill.
"Why don't you spread a little wider to see what he does?" Stan
said to his wife in a voice that was one-third whisper, one-third
moan, and one-third groan.
"You dirty, sexy man. You want me to spread more... like
this?"
Even from where he was sitting, Stan could see his wife
spreading her legs wider and lifting one leg. The man at the
next table leaned closer trying to get the best view possible.
Thinking back to earlier in the evening, Stan remembered that his
wife's panties were white and partially transparent. He had been
able to see the slit of her cunt through them. The man at the
next table was even closer to his wife than he had been, so there
was little doubt that he could see his wife's cunt. Stan's cock
surged into full, throbbing erection at the thought.
Vanessa giggled harder. "He's getting a good view now, Honey.
Pay the bill and let's go." She turned in her chair and closed
her legs. Stan saw disappointment wash across the man's face at
the next table.
The waiter scooped up the bill and Stan's credit card almost as
soon at it hit the table. Actually, Stan had hoped it would take
him longer. He knew he only had a few more moments.
"We'll leave as soon as the waiter brings back the credit
voucher and my card, Honey. I can see the guy is really
disappointed. Why don't you really spread wide open just before
we leave and show it to him?"
"Oh fuck! That's so dirty I can't believe you'd suggest that
your wife should do something like that."
"Please." The pleading tone in her husband's voice both
surprised and shocked Vanessa.
On impulse, she said, "Ok, Darling. I'm going to do it right
now and I'm going to stay spread until we leave... so you'd
better hope that waiter comes back soon."
Stan's cock jerked wildly in his pants as he watched his wife
spreading wide open. The man immediately leaned forward in his
chair, his cock becoming rigid with lust as he gazed at her cunt
slit that was exposed by the thin panties.
When she was certain that his eyes were locked onto her crotch,
Vanessa lifted her right foot and rested it on the seat of the
chair. The position was totally obscene. She stayed like that
for almost a minute until the waiter finally returned. Her pussy
was gushing when Stan finally pulled her to her feet and led her
out of the club.
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On the thirty minute drive home, I sobered up enough to realize
how slutty and obscene my behavior had been. Even though my
husband had asked me to show off my body to the man, I knew he
was just teasing, but I was so hot and so drunk, I couldn't
resist acting like a whorish slut. I hardly knew what to say to
my husband. The only thing I could think of was to apologize.
"I'm so sorry, Darling. I should never drink that much, and I
promise that I'll never do it again if you'll forgive me."
Stan remained silent, his eyes never leaving the road.
"I just had too much to drink, but that's no excuse for
behaving like a whore. That man probably thinks I'm a whore and
you're my pimp. Ohhhh god! I'm so sorry. Please forgive me,
Darling. Please," I pleaded.
Stan remained silent. My body began to tremble. I knew he
must be furious, and he had every right to be. The fact that he
wouldn't even speak to me made it obvious that he was livid with
embarrassment and rage.
I knew that when Stan got me home, he was going to whip my
slutty ass with his belt or something even worse. Even though he
had never, ever hurt me, I had never embarrassed and humiliated
him like I did tonight. Knowing full well that I deserved to
have my ass whipped, I was shaking with fear as tears ran down my
cheeks.
By the time Stan pulled into our driveway, I was resigned to
being soundly and thoroughly whipped. I just hoped he would only
whip my ass.
Stopping the car, Stan turned to face me. I could see the
intense, naked emotion in his face and eyes. I knew what was
coming.
"Please," I begged. When I opened my mouth to tell my husband
once more how sorry I was, it was immediately sealed shut by
Stan's mouth covering mine. My attempt to speak was cut short by
my husband's tongue that was driven deep inside my mouth.
Abruptly, Stan pulled my top and bra down below my tits. My
gasp of surprise, fear, and passion filled the car. My heaving
chest caused both of my tits to bounce and jiggle. His hands
circled the big globes and squeezed as he tongue fucked my mouth.
This all happened within five seconds after the car had
stopped. Within ten seconds, I was grunting like a hot whore,
trying desperately to spread my legs in the cramped confines of
the front seat. My hips were hunching against the wildly excited,
out-of-control male as all the pent up desire of the evening
erupted inside my hot, throbbing cunt.
Without preamble or warning, my raging stud husband ripped off
my white dress and threw it into the back seat of the car,
totally ruined. I couldn't have cared less. I wanted him to
strip me naked and ravish me. I had behaved like a whore... now
I wanted him to treat me like a whore.
A moment later, Stan ripped off my bra and tossed that shredded
garment on top of my ruined dress. I heard myself whimpering and
grunting in sexual heat.
Stan shoved one of my legs up over the top of the front seat
and turned on the overhead light illuminating the interior of the
car. My pussy contracted and gushed when Stan stared right at my
panty-covered cunt and moaned, "Oh fuck! He could see your cunt
through those panties. They don't cover much of anything.
That's so fucking hot!"
Hooking his hands in my flimsy panties, he ripped them apart
and pitched the two halves into the back seat with the rest of my
ruined clothes. Next, he tore off my stockings leaving me naked.
My husband was so excited, I could see his hands shaking as he
unbuckled his pants and shoved them and his briefs down his
thighs. As soon as he had his clothes off, he pushed me onto my
back, shoved my legs apart, and thrust his head into my sex
saddle. When his tongue pushed deep inside my trench, my
previous fear was instantly transformed into raging lust. I had
no idea what changed my husband's rage into desire, but with his
tongue sliding in and out of my vagina, I couldn't have cared
less at the moment.
As he tongue fucked my cunt, two of his fingers invaded my ass.
The intensity of the dual sensation forced my hips into the
air. It only took a few minutes for my cunt to erupt around the
tongue and my ass to contract about the fingers.
"OOohhh I'm cumming, Darling. Don't stop! Please...
aaahhhhhhh... don't stop!"
In the middle of my orgasm, the tongue left my cunt and moved
up to my erect and very sensitive clitoris. I felt it sucked
hard and deep into my husband's mouth. Immediately, my clit
began to throb and dance. I couldn't stand it. My clitoris was
just too sensitive.
"OOhhhhh stop...stop...STOP! UUNNGGHHHHHHHHHHH! NO...NO...
AAAHHHHHHHHHH!! UUGGHH!"
The randy male between my thighs ignored me and sucked my
clitoris even harder, lashing it with his tongue. A moment
later, my cunt contracted in an intense spasm and juices squirted
out in a power stream that drenched my husband's face, my cunt
and ass, and the car seat. It was the first time I had ever
squirted... I loved it!
"OOhhhhh god, Honey. Make me cum like that again... SUCK
MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
In response to my howls of female pleasure, the tongue began to
move even faster and harder over my exploding clitoris. A third
finger was pushed into my ass. Once more, the intensity was so
great, it felt like Stan had a branding iron against my clitoris.
Again, I began to beg him to stop... screaming that it was going
to kill me. And once more, instead of killing me, it forced my
cunt to go into a hard spasm and shoot another stream of cum all
over Stan's face and the seat.
My husband pulled his face from between my gaping thighs and
mounted me. I was more than ready. I couldn't remember ever
being so ready for cock. Falling between my thighs, he trust
blindly trying desperately to get into my cunt. I felt his cock
strike my buttocks too far beneath my pussy.
Jerking my right leg back, I pressed my heel into the ceiling
and reached between our bodies to guide him into my hot hole.
When my hand found his cock, I was shocked, stunned. Precum was
running from the tip, and the shaft was rigid, hard, and bigger
that it had ever been. This was NOT my husband's familiar cock.
This pulsing shaft belonged to an out-of-control, raging satyr
who was going to ravish me.
Guiding the swollen head to my opening, the man mounted on me
roared like a lion in hot rut and nailed his shaft into me. My
cunt erupted and I screamed.
"AAAAHEEEIIIIIII.... OOHHH SHIT... NOT SO HARD... UUNNGHHH...
OOOHHHHHH... UUUGGHHHHH... "
My moans of protest were useless... the wild stud hammering his
cock in and out of my cunt was beyond listening to any female
protests. His hands shoved beneath my ass elevating my hole so
he could fuck me even deeper. Again and again, that huge,
throbbing shaft pounded into me... mashing my clit ... grinding
into my cervix.
"OOHHH GOD DAMN YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... UGH! UGH!
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
I exploded in the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life! The
next morning we were both shocked to find that I had lacerated my
husband's back with my nails as he fucked me through orgasm after
orgasm. When I felt his organ expanding and then pulsing deep
inside my vagina, my cunt rocketed into another orgasm in
response to the thick streams of semen and sperm being pumped
into my convulsing cunt.
I must have blacked out from the intensity of the sex because
the next I knew, Stan was dragging me out of the car naked, the
yard lights allowing everyone in the neighborhood to see my big
bouncing tits and ass. My husband unlocked our front door and
pulled me into the house. When he had me inside, he just kicked
the front door shut and shoved me toward the stairs.
Halfway up the staircase, Stan growled, "Bent over the stairs!
Now! Hike your ass up so I can fuck you!"
It didn't even occur to me to resist. Kneeling on step with my
head resting three steps higher, I spread my knees and arched my
hips. Stan drove his still hard cock into my hole, his body
slapping loudly and repeatedly against my upraised buttocks.
WHOOPPFF! WHOOPPFF! WHOOPPFF! WHOOPPFF!
The vigorous fucking was driving my husband's first load up and
out of my vagina. In moments, it was pouring down my thighs in
thick streams.
"I'm cumming, Darling... aaahhhhhhhhh... god... I'M CUMMINGGG!"
Intense male grunts greeting my screams. Once more that huge
shaft expanded and pulsed deep inside my vagina as it unloaded
more thick streams of cream into my hotly throbbing, waiting
pussy.
After our orgasms ebbed, I was too exhausted to move off the
stairs. Stan had to carry me to our bed. Dropping me onto my
back, I lay there unmoving, my chest and tits heaving, and my
legs wide open. My husband stripped off his clothes and again
mounted me. I couldn't believe it. His cock was hard again. He
nailed it into my cunt and began fucking me again.
Sometime during the middle of the night, I felt my thigh being
pulled over my husband's opening my vagina. This time, he made
love to me rather than fuck me like a hot whore. Slowly he
pumped me until my pussy was throbbing around his cock.
Fully awake now, I moaned, "Oohhhh, Darling. I'm about to
cum... fuck me harder, Darling... please... fuck me harder."
He did and we both exploded together.
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Revelation
Fortunately, the next day was a Sunday, which allowed me to
sleep late. My husband had so worn me out the previous night, it
was nearly 11 AM when I finally awoke. By the time I had
showered, done my make up, and dressed, it was past noon when I
made an appearance in our den. My raging, insatiable stallion of
the previous night was waiting for me with a tender kiss and a
late breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits, hash browns,
and hot coffee already ready.
"Are you all right?" he asked, obviously concerned.
I started laughing. "After giving me the best fucking I've
ever had, the man wants to know if I'm all right. Are you
kidding me?" Stan positively beamed. What man wouldn't?
"I was just afraid that I had hurt you. I know I sort of lost
control."
"You can lose control like that with me anytime you like, Stan.
You were great. Obviously, watching me letting that guy in the
club see my panties and probably my cunt, really... I mean...
really, turned you into a tiger. I had no idea you liked that.
Why didn't you tell me that you get off seeing me flash? We
could have been doing it a lot and having incredible sex."
"I guess I should have. I wanted to, but I was just afraid.
Besides, it goes further than just watching you flash other men."
"Further? You mean you want me to do more? Actually have sex
with other men?"
Stan looked away and didn't say anything for a long time.
Finally, he just nodded.
"Well, I don't mind flashing guys... particularly if it gets me
fucked like last night, but you can forget about the other.
Okay?"
Again, my husband just nodded, but then asked, "Would you do it
without your panties on?"
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Vanessa, the Exhibitionist:
Before I flashed the man in the club that fateful night, Stan
and I would generally go out for dinner and then to an
after-hours club for drinks and dancing twice a month or so.
After that night, it became once a week and then very quickly
thereafter, twice a week. Even that wasn't enough. Stan seemed
to want to go out every night or at least, every other night.
For a month, it was very much the same as the first time,
except I wasn't half-drunk and I was showing off deliberately.
Stan always wanted me to wear tight-fitting, short skirts, a
low-cut blouse, and heels. He was partial to stockings, but was
satisfied if I went out bare legged. He never stopped suggesting
that I not wear a bra or panties. For the first month, I refused
these latter two requests.
After a couple of hours of my showing off my legs, half of my
tits, quite a bit of thigh, and my panties, Stan was invariably
so hard he couldn't stand up without having everyone in the place
know he had a raging erection. When that happened, I knew he
would very shortly have me back in our car on the way home for a
long night of hot, sensuous sex. At the very least, he would
make me take out my tits on the drive home, and sometimes every
thing except my stockings and heels. Just like that first time,
my husband would usually fuck me in the car as soon as we parked
in our driveway. I always wondered if the neighborhood men would
wait up to watch my husband fucking me right there in the
driveway.
Toward the end of the fourth week, Stan wanted to go to a more
erotic night spot. After some discussion, we ended up at "Foxy's
Place". It had live music, couches, love seats, and coffee
tables rather than the usual restaurant tables. The ambiance was
erotic and the lighting very dim. It was rumored to be the place
to go if you were single and looking for company. Naturally,
Stan couldn't wait to go.
That night Stan had me wear a short, gray skirt with a white
blouse that buttoned below my breasts. Only the black bra I
insisted on wearing kept my tits inside the blouse. My husband
asked me not to wear any stockings... just a pair of clear CFM
4-inch heels. He wanted me without panties, but I refused and
wore a pair that matched my bra.
The place was crowded, but we managed to find a vacant couch
near the dance floor. Before we took our seats, Stan whispered
in my ear, "When you sit down, Honey. Bend over enough so that
your sexy ass is exposed."
I couldn't help smiling at the thought that a month before I
would have been shocked at my husband's request. Now, it excited
me. Stan sat down but before I took a seat beside him, I bent
over to adjust the cushion at the back. In the process, I pulled
my short skirt up and thrust my ass out. The cool air on the
back of my exposed thighs told me that my panties were just
barely covered.
After I took my seat, I noticed that several men were already
watching me, no doubt assuming that I was a paid escort, which I
fully realized was just a nice phrase for "whore". As my husband
ordered drinks, I reinforced their view of my status by opening
my legs enough for them to see my panties beneath my short skirt.
The eyes of at least three men were locked onto my exposed
crotch. I could already feel my pussy becoming wet under their
intense gaze.
Not wanting to have to fend them off this soon, I nudged Stan
and said, "Let's dance, Honey."
"Is anyone looking yet?"
"At least three men are staring holes in your wife's panties."
"Oh fuck," my husband groaned.
"That's what they all want to do, Darling... fuck your wife.
Come on. Let's dance so you don't have to fight them off."
Before we even reached the dance floor, I could see that Stan's
pants were tented with his throbbing erection. It never failed.
Nothing seemed to get him as hot as other men looking at me and
wanting to screw me.
Once on the dance floor, Stan pulled me against his body so
that I could feel every single inch of his rigid, 7-inch cock
pulsing against my mound. He kissed me as his hands explored
beneath my skirt. The fact that a dozen other men were watching
us just got me even hotter.
"Oh god... I feel like I'm gonna cum in my pants," Stan
groaned.
"Better not, Lover, or we'll have to make a very early exit.
I'll move back a little so there won't be so much friction on
your cock, Baby."
"Is anyone watching us?"
"Not more than a dozen or so men. The guy dancing with the
brunette behind you, is staring right at me and licking his
lips."
"He probably wants to fuck you."
"There's no 'probably' about it, Darling. He's dying to fuck
me."
"Would you like to fuck him?"
"We've had this discussion several times already, Stan.
Flashing and teasing is hot for both of us, but I don't want to
fuck other men."
"I could pretend to get sick and leave you alone for an hour or
so."
"If you did that, it wouldn't be for an hour, Darling. He
would probably keep me on my back the entire weekend."
Stan's body began to shake. "Oh god. Let's go sit down or
I'll cum in my pants."
For the next half hour, we sipped our drinks while my husband
continued to play with my legs. Gradually, he spread me wider
and wider until I knew the entire expanse of my crotch was on
display. The number of men whom I knew were checking out the
view between my thighs had grown from three to over ten.
"If you don't stop, Darling, that sexy young stud over there
with the shaved head is going to come over and ask me to dance."
"I don't mind your dancing with him."
"I know you don�t, but he's not going to be satisfied with just
dancing with your wife, Honey. He's going to want more."
"What do you think he will want?"
"You know very well what he's going to want."
"Tell me... please... tell me!"
Leaning closer, I whispered, "He's going to want to feel my
ass."
"OOOhhh... god. Will you let him?"
"Yes, of course. That's what we're here for. He'll want to
see and feel your wife's tits."
My husband's body was actually trembling at the thought. I
didn't think he could keep from cumming in his pants. "I'm sure
he'll put his hands inside my panties and feel my cunt. He may
even take out my tits."
I watched as my husband's prick jerked spastically inside his
pants. Somehow, by pressing his thighs together, he just managed
to avoid shooting off.
"Would you like to dance?"
I looked up and saw the young, bald-headed guy staring down my
blouse at my tits.
"Is it Ok if I dance, Honey?"
My husband nodded and very quickly I found myself once more on
the dance floor, but this time, in another man's arms with
another very hard erection grinding into my pussy. It felt
bigger than Stan's, but it was hard to tell. They were both big.
"That guy your husband?"
"Yes. I'm Vanessa."
"Carl. Your husband looks like he's sick. He's shaking."
"I know, but he's not sick. He's just about to cum in his
pants."
Carl laughed. "Well, with a hot wife like you, can't say that
I blame him. Why is he so turned on?"
"From watching me flash you and the other men here. He likes
to watch. He might shoot off just from watching me dance with
you."
"That's fucking wild! Why don't we go outside and give him
something really interesting to watch?"
I shook my head. "Sorry. It's just flash and tease with us.
I don't have sex with other men. If that offends you, I won't be
angry if you take me back to our table."
"Doesn't offend me. It just disappoints me. You're the best
looking woman in the place by far! Naturally, I was hoping to
get lucky. And if that offends you, I won't be angry if you want
me to take you back to your table."
"Offend me? No woman is offended by men wanting to fuck her,
Carl."
I felt Carl's cock throb against my belly. "How far can I go?"
he asked.
"Don't ask a woman that, Honey. I'll let you know when you've
reached the limit."
The words had hardly left my mouth when I felt two hands
beneath my short skirt roaming over my panty-covered ass. Those
same two hands pulled me tightly against the growing bulge
grinding into my mound.
"Oohhh...mmmmmm... you feel big. Really big! How big are
you?"
Carl ignored my question as he continued to explore my ass with
his hands now inside my panties. As they roamed up and down the
crease of my ass, he bent his knees slightly to bring his organ
directly against the top of my cunt. As his hips pumped, his
hands were raising and lowering my pussy on his throbbing shaft.
"OOohhhhh damn! How big is that thing?" I gasped.
"Which measurement do you want, Baby? Length or girth? Some
women prefer length. Others prefer it thick."
My hips were now pumping in counter rhythm to his. "Both.
Tell me both! Ooohh! Ooohh!"
"8 inches of man meat, Vanessa."
"Aaaahhhhhh!"
"Almost two and a half inches thick!"
"UUnnnggghhhh!"
"Seven and a half inches around... enough to stretch your hot
pussy to the limit, Baby."
"OOOohhhhh!!"
"Let's go outside and I'll give you a demonstration. Your
husband can come and watch."
I was now trembling even harder than my husband. "I can't. I
don't have sex with other men."
"Bull shit! You're about to cum right now."
"I know... I didn't say that I don't cum with other men. I
said I don't fuck other men. OOOhhhhh... more... more!"
"Let's see your big tits, Vanessa." With no more warning than
that sentence, Carl pulled my blouse open and my bra down
allowing both tits to surge out, totally naked. Several men were
enjoying the view. I heard one of them say, "Man! What a pair!
Make the hot Bitch cum!"
"Take off the damn blouse and bra, Vanessa," he growled in my
ear as his hands moved between my thighs. I felt two fingers
sink into my soaking, slick vagina.
I shrugged off the blouse, unhooked my bra, and threw both in
the general direction of my husband. I just had time to see him
retrieve them before my pussy once more demanded my full
attention.
"I'm going to fuck you!" Carl stated.
That flat statement was more than enough to make my juices gush
over Carl's hands as my cunt erupted in orgasm.
"Come on! We're going out to my car so I can fuck you."
"No! I said I would let you know when you've reached the
limit. You just reached it. You can continue to dry fuck me
like this if you like until you shoot off, but that's as far as
it goes."
"DAMN! You are one cock teasing bitch!"
"I gave you fair warning remember. Do you want to finish
against me or not?"
"I shoot my load into cunts, not into my pants!"
"I understand. Then, take me back to my table and you can find
a hot cunt for your cock."
Carl led me back to my table with my naked tits bouncing with
every step and my cuntal secretions trickling down my thighs.
"I got the bitch warmed up for you, Buddy. Enjoy," Carl said
to my husband when he delivered me to the table.
After Carl had left, Stan asked, "What happened?"
"He's want to fuck me. Bad. I warned him but he didn't pay
any attention. Come on. Let's go."
"Why don't you dance with him once more?"
"Because, my darling husband, if I dance with him again, he's
not going to take 'no' for an answer. You wife will get her ass
fucked off. Let's go."
"I wouldn't mind."
"I said, LET'S GO! NOW!" I pulled on my blouse and walked
from "Foxy's Place" with my husband in hot pursuit.
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Before we were halfway home, Stan had me naked. As he was
pulling into our driveway, he growled, "Get in the back seat.
Get your legs up in the air. I've got to fuck you!"
The sex later that night, first in our driveway, and then later
in our bedroom was wild and hot. I had at least a dozen orgasms
on Stan's raging cock. I think he shot off five times, the first
three times without ever taking his cock out of my pussy.
Obviously, the idea that I almost had gotten fucked had turned
him into an uncontrolled raging satyr, even more than my
flashing. It was clear to me that I needed to do something.
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The Agreement:
The following weekend I told Stan we needed to have a serious
discussion about where our sexual adventures were going. I could
see that he was nervous, but also curious. Saturday evening, we
had dinner at home and afterwards sat around the table sipping
our coffee.
"I need to ask you some questions, Stan, and we really need for
you to be honest in your answers. Ok?"
My husband nodded. "First, it's pretty obvious to me that you
desperately want to me to have full sex with other men. Is that
right? Be honest."
"Yeah. I guess I do. I have no idea why the idea is so
exciting to me, but it's obvious that it is. At Foxy's Place the
other night, I came in my pants watching you with Carl. I was
sure you were going to let him fuck you and just the thought was
enough to make me shoot off."
"You're telling me that you pumped five loads into me later in
the evening after shooting one in your pants earlier?"
"Yeah."
"That's amazing! Ok. I think we've established that you go
nuts over the very thought that another man might fuck me. Do
you want me to actually do it? Think carefully! It's like
virginity. I was a virgin until a man fucked me and then never
again. Things change totally and you can't go back. I'm a
faithful wife until another man fucks me, and then I'm not. We
can't go back. So? What do you want?"
Stan hardly hesitated. "I want you to have sex with other men
but not fall in love with them."
"All right. I'll do it but under my conditions, and there's no
compromise possible here:
First: I choose the men. You have nothing to say about
that... ever.
Second: You cannot watch. I'll will tell you all the
hot details later when we're in bed having sex, but you will
never be allowed to watch. There's no way I could do it with you
watching.
Third: I will make it as hot for you as I can.
Sometimes, I'll call you on the phone and let you listen, but you
cannot watch.
Fourth: I will use aliases for all the men. I will
never tell you who's fucking me. You will never know. Some may
be your friends. Some may be men I know. Others may be
strangers. I will never tell you... ever.
Fifth: The men who want to have sex with me will be
required lto go to a clinic and be tested for STD's. After that,
they will be cumming inside me. I hate condoms. So you will
have to get used to a lot of sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, and
so on."
At this point, Stan's cock was hard as iron. "Take it out,
Honey, and jack it off. You should get used to doing that as
you'll be alone with just your hand for company a lot if we do
this. Go ahead. Take it out and jack it off. Now." A moment
later, I was watching as my husband masturbated furiously in
front of me.
"Sixth: You cannot have sex with other women. Ever! If I
catch you using this as an excuse to cheat, I will divorce you.
I'm fucking other men at your request. I am not requesting that
you enjoy other women. Understood?"
"Will you tell me when you're going to do it?"
"Of course. Not telling you would be like cheating. I
promise... that I will never, ever cheat on you. So... do you
want me to do it or not?"
"Oh hell yes! Let's go to bed. I want to fuck my hot slut."
"And your hot slut wants your big cock inside me. Come on,
Honey. Race you to the bedroom."
I won the race, but my randy husband was on me and in me almost
as soon as I reached the bed.
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Vanessa the Slut:
For the next two weeks, I was in a constant state of arousal
thinking about my wife having sex with other men. But day after
day went by without her seeing anyone. Even so, I seemed to be
constantly hard. Fortunately, Vanessa was as turned on as I was
and was always eager to spread her legs every time I wanted sex.
We were fucking at least twice a day, sometimes even more, and
every time, my excitement was so great that I was pouring huge
loads into her.
Of course, Vanessa was responsible for keeping me hard almost
constantly. When I was fucking her, she would start talking
about men she was considering fucking without telling me who they
were. She would start talking, and I would cum. She would
continue to talk, and I would get hard again and not long after
that would be pumping more cum into her pussy.
The third week had almost passed when Vanessa called me at work
on a Friday afternoon.
"Hi, Honey. It's your hot slutty wife."
"Hi. Where would you like to go for dinner?" I asked.
"I'm not telling you. I'll be seeing another man tonight. So
you're on your own. My guess is that I won't be home until very,
very late or maybe not until sometime tomorrow. So, plan your
own dinner and don't wait up for me."
"Are you going to fuck him?"
"No. Of course not."
"Oh. I guess I misunderstood. What are your plans then?"
"He hasn't told me. My guess is that he'll take me to dinner
and then probably to a hotel or maybe to his apartment."
"I thought you said you weren't going to fuck him?"
"I'm not, but I'm very certain that he's going to fuck me... a
lot... and with a very big, hard cock. Just think about that big
hard prick inside your wife's hot cunt... pumping me... fucking
me... making me scream... beg... shooting in me... filling me
with his hot load... again and again and again. Bye, Hubby.
He's right here and his fingers are already inside your wife's
cunt. Gotta go and then I'm sure I'll have to cum."
I shot off a huge load into the air less than minute later.
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It was after 3 AM before I heard the front door open and five
minutes later, my wife came into our bedroom.
"You're still awake aren't you, Honey?"
"Hell, Yes! There's no way I could get to sleep with this
hard-on."
"How many times have you jacked off?"
"Twice. I wanted to wait for your pussy, but I just couldn't.
It was just too hot thinking about you being fucked some where."
Vanessa turned on the lamp on her dresser allowing me to see
her more clearly. She had obviously been thoroughly fucked. Her
hair, which was always carefully coiffured, was a wreck. Her
make up was smeared... her lip gloss was a bright red smear
across her mouth. Her stockings were ripped, and when she
removed her dress, I saw that her bra and panties were missing.
I saw that her cunt lips were distended and swollen with a gloss
of semen dotting her pussy and mound.
"Jezzz! How many times did he fuck you?"
"Not sure, Baby. I think your wife has three loads of cum
inside her cunt and one inside her ass. Wanna clean me and fuck
me, Hubby?"
"You let him have your ass? You've never let me have anal sex
with you."
"I know. That's because when I told you 'no', you would back
off. When I told Alex 'no', he just laughed, spread my cheeks
open, and pushed his big cock into my ass. Gawd! Did it ever
hurt, but once he got that big fuck stick into my ass, it was
wild. I rubbed my clit like mad and came three times before he
filled my ass with its first cum load. I'm sure it's going to be
getting a lot more like that. Come on, Baby. Clean your wife's
cunt and ass and then fuck me, Stud."
Vanessa slid into bed beside me, naked. She lifted her ass,
shoved a pillow beneath her hips, and steepled her knees
spreading them wide open. "Clean your wife's cum-filled cunt,
Baby."
Moving my head into her sex saddle, I stared at the stretched
hole of her cunt. Whoever Alex was, he must have had a huge
cock. Inside her stretched hole, I could see flecks of white
semen on the walls of her vagina. Pressing my mouth to her hole,
I began to lick up the semen.
When I had all that I could see, I covered her vaginal opening
and sucked hard. Vanessa contracted her vaginal muscles and
several large globs of cum poured out into my waiting mouth. It
was the first I had ever tasted. It was salty and sweet at the
same time. But mostly it was just incredibly hot to be cleaning
my wife like this.
Five minutes later, I told Vanessa she was clean. "Think so?"
she asked with an evil leer. "Suck harder."
I did. Vanessa clamped down hard and two more globs of cum
shot into my mouth. These were followed by a small stream of
semen than ran out for another minute or so.
After I finally had her pussy cleaned, she had me repeat my
cleaning ... this time on her ass. By the time she agreed that
she was clean, I was so hot and hard, it hurt. Mounting her, I
slammed my cock into her waiting hole and instantly shot three
more huge streams of semen into my wife's pussy.
Wrapping her legs tightly about my hips, Vanessa whispered in
my ear as I pounded her cunt. "Ooohhh Baby. I'm sorry I waited
so long. It was fantastic. That huge cock fucked me and fucked
me... I came more times than I could count. AAAAaaaaa....
yess... screw me, Stud. Fuck your whore wife. AAAAaaaaa....
god... I'm gonna cum again! OOOOhhhhhhhh SHIT! FUCK IT HARD...
I'M CUMMINGGG!!!"
It was 5 AM before I fell off her body exhausted. I had never
realized what an incredibly sensuous woman Vanessa was. She had
cum at least 10 times after being fucked by this Alex guy for
probably five or six hours. To say I was amazed was a gross
understatement.
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On Tuesday of the following week, I found a note waiting for me
on a chair that had been placed in the entryway so I couldn't
miss it. The note read:
"Seeing Brad tonight. Have it on good authority that he has a
9-inch cock. So I'm not sure I'll be able to feel you after I
get home tonight. Will be late. Bye... Your hot Whore Wife.
She came in around 1 AM, grinned at me, and crooked her finger
in my direction. "Come on, Hubby. I need to be cleaned again."
As soon as I looked between my wife's thighs as she lay back on
our dining room table with her legs up and back, I could see that
she hadn't exaggerated the size of Brad's prick. Her cunt gaped
wide open in a huge circle with a huge blob of semen pooled just
inside and a large stream running from her vagina down the crack
of her ass.
After cleaning her pussy, I mounted her but there was virtually
no friction she was so stretched. Nevertheless, I was so hot, I
came in her twice. I think Vanessa had a half dozen orgasms
while I pounded her.
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On Thursday, she called to say she was meeting Cameron that
afternoon. "He has to be home by 6 PM, so we can have dinner
together, but at 8 PM, I've got a date with Don. He wants me all
night, so I won't see you until sometime on Friday."
During dinner, Vanessa told me that Cameron had had time to
fuck her pussy once and her ass once. I asked her if it hurt her
to have anal sex with him.
"Not nearly as much as the first time with Alex. He's only 7
inches like you and he sank into me pretty easily. I got off
four times before we had to call it quits. I'm sure Don will
fuck me into the mattress tonight."
"Do we have time to fuck?" I asked.
"No... Sorry, Honey. You'll have to jack off tonight. Don
wants me fresh and hot. Naturally, he doesn't know that Cameron
has already banged me today."
When my wife emerged from her bedroom at 7:50 PM, she looked
totally whorish. Her black dress plunged all the way to her
navel with only two silver chains holding it together. Even so,
the entire inner half of both tits were exposed. I could see she
was wearing dark stockings and fuck-me heels.
"Wow! Where did that hot outfit come from?" I asked totally
astonished.
"I bought it last week at Victoria's. Do you think I look hot?
Whorish?"
"Totally," I said awed and somewhat worried. I had had no idea
that my wife would get into the sex to this extent. "Don't you
think that's a little too much?" I asked.
"Why? Seems sort of silly to worry about how whorish the dress
looks when Don is going to be fucking my ass off all night long.
Besides, you think this looks hot... how about this?"
Vanessa sat down on the couch and opened her legs allowing me
to see the thigh-high black stockings and sheer black panties
through which her cunt slit was totally visible. I got hard.
"MMmmmmm... I think you like my outfit, Honey. Your cock is
hard, isn't it?"
When I nodded, she sat down on the floor, pulled her heels up
against her thighs, and spread wide open. With her knees high
and spread, her mound and cunt were completely exposed. "Think
Don will like me when he sees your wife like this?"
When my wife left the house ten minutes later, I wasn't as
excited as I usually was when she went out on a date.
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On Saturday, Vanessa got a call on her cell phone around 6 PM.
I was watching a ball game on TV at the time. When she hung up,
she said, "That was Earl. He's a black guy I know. I think it's
time your wife's cunt got some BBC, don't you?"
"What's BBC?" I asked in a daze.
"BIG BLACK COCK, Honey... BIG BLACK COCK!"
"How big?" I asked, my voice little more than a moan.
"Not sure. Brad told me that he's got a bigger cock that he
has, and his is 9-inches, if you remember. So... no way I'm
going to be able to feel your seven inches in me tomorrow."
"Where are you going with Earl?"
"He told me to meet him around 8 PM at a club where women go to
get BBC. I might get more than just Earl's BBC. Who knows.
Well, you can go back to your ball game, Darling. I have to get
ready for Earl and who knows who else. I'll try to call you
tonight so you can listen to what your wife sounds like when
she's getting BBC or two BBCs... or maybe three." My wife
giggled and ran off to get ready.
An hour and a half later, shortly before 8 PM, Vanessa came
back into our den wearing a shimmering, off-the-shoulder, short
blue dress with black heels and stockings. The dress just barely
covered her big tits, and it was obvious that she wore no bra. I
was surprised as she had refused to go braless before.
"You're not wearing a bra are you?"
"No. You've been after me constantly not to wear a bra ... so
I decided to give Hubby what he wants."
"What's holding that dress up?"
"Just your wife's big tits, Honey," Vanessa said, once more
giggling.
"God! You're going to a club that's going to be filled with
black guys wearing that! You won't be there more than five or
ten minutes before somebody pulls the top of that dress down."
"You mean like this?"
With one quick, easy motion, Vanessa slipped the top of the
dress down over her big tits exposing both completely. "You're
right, Honey. It doesn't stay up very well does it? Well, maybe
no one will pull it down."
"Fat chance!" I sneered.
"I know, but then I know you want your wife's big tits out and
exposed in front of all those men. My guess is that Earl will
have already taken them out before we enter the club."
Staring at my wife's big tits, I asked, "Are you wearing
panties?"
"You asked me not to wear panties... remember? So, I'm not
wearing any. See."
My wife pulled her dress up to her hips, sat down on the couch,
and lifted her right leg high. The wide open position completed
exposed her naked cunt. "You were right, Darling. I should have
been going without panties all along. It gets me so hot, my cunt
is already dripping wet. See how easily my fingers slide into my
hot pussy." Vanessa pushed two fingers into her cunt and finger
fucked herself while I watched.
"There's another advantage to going without underwear, Stan.
It will be cheaper. When the men take off my panties, they
always keep them for a souvenir. This way, we won't have to buy
more panties for me. Well... It's almost 8:00. I've got to go.
Don't wait up for me."
I stared at the front door for five full minutes after it had
closed behind my wife. She was hot as fire and was obviously
going to be fucked repeatedly tonight, but some reason, my cock
still wasn't hard. I couldn't understand it.
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It was after 11:00 PM before the phone rang.
"Hello. Hager residence. This is Stan speaking."
"mmmmmm... hi, Hubby. OOohhhh... mmmmmm... told you that
I'd... aaaahhh... ooohhhh.. I'd call."
Now my cock did get hard... iron hard. "Where are you? What's
happening?"
"Uunngghhh... we're back at... at Earl's place... aaahhhh...
gawd damn! it's so fucking huge!"
"Earl's fucking you, isn't he?"
"No... Earl's... aaahhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk itttttttttt... not in
.... uunngghhh.... meeee."
My cock was so hard, I had to unzip my pants and release it.
"Who's fucking you??"
"Greg... ooohhh shit... not sooo... uugghhh... not so hard,
Honey... aaaahhhhhhh..."
"I'm surprised that Earl didn't take you first."
"ooohhh Honey... he did... oh Baby... did he ever take your
wife... uunngghhh!"
I started jacking off. "So Greg's getting sloppy seconds,
huh?"
"Nooooo... fuck me, Greg... harder... thirds... sloppy
thirds."
"How many men are fucking you?" I was already about to cum.
"Three black guys ... unngghhhh... Earl first... aaaahhh...
then Fred... ugh... ugh... ugh... now Greg's giving it to
meeeeeeee..."
"How big are they?"
"HUGE! FUCKING HUGE! 9 TO 11 INCHES OF COCK MEAT ... EACH
ONE... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... 10 INCHES IN ME!! YOUR WIFE HAS
10 INCHES OF IRON-HARD DICK IN HER CUNT!!"
"Oh Shit! Unbelievable!"
"Believe it, Honey... BELIEVE IT! I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMMMM
AGAIN!!"
In the background I heard the bedsprings protesting. On every
second or third squeak, I heard a man grunting followed by the
banging of the headboard against the wall.
"Can't talk any more... getting fucked... I'll leave the cell
phone by the bed, Honey... at least for awhile. "Oohhh god...
It's so damn big! AAuugghhh... Ugh Ugh Ugh.. I love it!! Hard,
Lover. Harder! FUCK ME HARDER! OOHHH SHIT..RAM MEEEEEEE."
Vanessa screamed like a whore and came, and then she came again
and again. Finally, I heard a man saying that he was going to
cum in her and fill her cunt full.
"OOOHHHH YESSS... SHOOT IT INTO ME, GREG. PUMP MY CUNT FULL,
BABY. GIVE IT TO ME. OOOHHH FUCKKKKK MEEEEEE!"
The bedsprings squeaked even louder and the headboard began
banging the wall continuously. Obviously, Greg was slamming his
cock in and out of my wife's cunt as hard as he could. Finally,
the fucking slowed and stopped. For several minutes, all I could
hear was muted sounds.
With nothing happening that I could hear, my erection ebbed
slightly and I was able to keep from cumming. The bedsprings
squeaked again... probably from another man getting into bed with
Vanessa. His voice confirmed my suspicions.
"Suck it, you hot Btch!"
After that, there were some more shuffling sounds followed by
the wet sounds of my wife's mouth moving up and down one of the
black cocks in the room.
Some male voice grunted, "Enough, Slut! Turn around. Put your
head on the bed and stick that hot ass up in the air."
More shuffling... some squeaking of the bedsprings... a male
grunt of pleasure... then repeated female howls of pleasure.
"Oohhh he's fucking me... mmmmmmmmm.. he's fucking me again,
Stan... oooh god... he's putting it in my ass... UUNNGGHHH!! ...
so damn big... aaahhhh... so hard.. Ah... Ah... Ah!"
Vanessa's loud moans continued. I could even hear the slap of
the man's hips against her ass. As the tempo and frequency of
the fucking increased, my wife's moans kept pace and grew louder.
"Ohhh Stan.. he's making me cummmmm... I can't help it...he's
just so hard inside me... his cock is stretching my ass so
much... aaahhh... I'm cumminggg... OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M
CUMMING!!"
My wife's screams gradually decreased until she suddenly
yelled, "Earl's cumming... I can feel him cumming in my ass ..
he's shooting in me again...mmmmmmmmmm... Aaahhhh Shit! Big fuck
load is in me, Darling... in my asshole. It's running down your
wife's thighs, Baby. After we rest, the guys are going to start
doing me two at a time. It'll be awhile, so I'm going to hang
up. See you tomorrow. Love you, Darling. I hope you're
enjoying this as much as I am."
After my wife hung up, I felt a weird mixture of fear,
jealousy, and incredible sexual excitement. The last was obvious
as I jacked off three times imagining how my wife was being
fucked.
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It was Sunday afternoon when I heard a car pull into our
driveway. I waited for my wife to come in, but after 10 minutes,
I gave up and went outside to the driveway. Vanessa's car was
parked in the driveway but there was no sign of my wife.
Puzzled, I retreated to the house and heard the phone ringing.
When I answered, I heard my wife's voice on the line.
"Oh thank god, you're home, Darling."
"What's the matter?" I asked more than a little alarmed.
"Where are you? You're car's in the driveway."
"I know. Earl said they'd park it there for me. I need for
you to bring my bathrobe and drive down to the park at the end of
the street. There are some shrubs running along side of the
creek. Drive up beside them."
"What's going on?"
"I'll tell you later. Please hurry. Please."
"No. Tell me now!"
"Oh shit! The guys finished fucking me around noon. They told
me they'd drive me home, but instead, they dumped me in the park
at the end of the street. Earl only drove the car home after
they had dumped me."
"Ok. I'll be there in a few minutes. Why do you want the
bathrobe?"
"Because I'm stark naked, Honey... except for the heels and my
cell phone."
"You mean they wouldn't give you back your dress?"
"They couldn't. Somebody kept it for a souvenir when they
stripped me at the club earlier in the evening. Please, Darling,
hurry. Some kids may see me hiding here."
Thirty minutes later, I had my still naked wife in bed in
doggie position fucking the shit out of her. I thought she would
turn me down after a night and a morning of near continuous sex
with three men, but she was wild for it... so much so, she even
held her cunt open for me as she begged me to fuck her. She came
as soon as I rammed it into her stretched pussy.
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After I returned from my lunch break the following Monday
afternoon, there was a large manila envelop lying in the middle
of my desk marked "Special Delivery". There was no return
address... only the words "Stan Hager: Personal and Confidential"
followed by my work address. When I opened the envelop, I saw
the letter from Vanessa.
Hi, Darling. I know how much you've wanted to watch. I just
can't allow you to do that, but with three guys around Saturday
night, we could take some photos for you to enjoy when I'm out.
Of course, I've removed the faces as per our agreement that I
will never tell you who my lovers are. Needless to say, be
certain that you are alone and cannot be disturbed before you
open any of the smaller envelops. Enjoy, Honey. Vanessa.
Inside the large envelop there were several smaller ones, each
numbered. I opened the envelop marked #1: The glossy print,
taken from above, showed a woman sucking a huge black cock at
least as thick as my wrist. The only part of the black man
visible in the photo was his huge cock. The note from Vanessa
read: "This is Earl, Honey. Isn't he just fucking huge! It
almost dislocates my jaw to suck him."
The second photo showed the same cock but this time it was in
my wife's cunt. She was bent over in doggy position. The photo
showed the cock stretching her pussy into a huge ovular hole.
There was another note from my wife. "I came as soon as Earl
stuck it in me, Honey. I just can't keep from cumming over and
over when he's fucking me with that huge dick."
Envelop #3 contained a similar photo except this time my wife
was riding a different black guy whose cock was big, but not as
large as Earl's. Vanessa's note read: "I'm riding Fred's cock
here. He's big but not as large as Earl. Didn't matter. I
couldn't keep from cumming on his cock either."
Envelop #4 contained a photo of a third black stud fucking a
woman in missionary position. The cock looked gigantic. "This
is Greg, Darling. His cock looks to be as big as Earl's but it's
the camera angle. As you can see, he was really fucking your
wife's ass hard and deep when Earl took the pic."
The photo in Envelop #5 showed my wife being ass fucked.
"Another photo of Fred giving it to me, Darling, but this time in
my ass. These studs have my ass so stretched, you won't have any
problems fucking my ass from now on. It's yours anytime you want
to use it, Honey."
The note in the sixth envelop read, "We had to take this one
with a timer, Honey, so it's doesn't capture every thing. Shows
all three guys working on your "airtight" wife (all my holes are
tightly plugged). I'm riding Fred's cock while Earl is mounted
on me with his huge cock up my ass. I'm sucking Greg off. The
guys tried to shoot off in me at the same time, but they were a
little off. They were pretty close though."
The photo in the last envelop was incredible. "Here's the
finale of the photos, Darling. All the guys had fucked me
without shooting their loads. When all of the had made me cum at
least twice, they had me kneel, and one-by-one, they jacked their
huge loads all over my face and tits. Now you know why there's
always so much cum for you to clean up. Hope you enjoyed the
photo show. Don't jack off in the office, Baby. You might get
caught!"
When I had put the last photo back into its envelop and sealed
them all back inside the larger one, I realized my cock was rigid
as steel. I was also shaking I was so nervous.
==========================
Four Months Later:
Over the course of the next four months, Vanessa gradually
increased the frequency with which she was seeing other men. At
the end of that time, she was averaging three evenings a week.
Usually, at least one of her lovers would spend the entire night
fucking my wife.
Nevertheless, Vanessa was always ready for sex... anytime, day
or night... even on days when a guy took her to a hotel during
the afternoon. But the more men who fucked her, the more worried
I became. Finally, it reached the point that I was sometimes
unable to get an erection.
In addition to being worried and even scared, I was also
curious. Who were the men fucking my wife? Where did they take
her? Was she being screwed in hotels... in cars... in her
lover's apartments or houses? On several occasions, I had
followed my wife when she left for one of her dates trying to
find answers to these nagging questions.
None of these efforts succeeded. Every time I tried to follow
Vanessa, I would end up losing track of her and going home empty
handed. Sometimes she would park in a parking garage and take a
back exit. Other times, she would park on the street and enter
some large building. By the time I found a parking place and
tried to follow her, she would have vanished.
I also hid audio recorders in our bedrooms, but the only sex
that was ever on those recorders was of Vanessa and I fucking.
These recordings did make for hot listening, but they didn't
provide answers to my questions.
It was a Saturday night, and Hal's wife was out of town
visiting her mother... so naturally, he had arranged for my wife
to come over to keep him company. Looking at the clock, I saw it
was slightly after 10 PM. I had virtually no doubt that Hal was
nailing my wife right at that very moment.
With nothing else to do, I looked over the log of lovers who
had fucked my wife since she had agreed to start seeing other
men. I knew all the names were aliases, but I wrote them down
anyway just to keep up with the men Vanessa was seeing. The list
now had 9 names on it:
Alex, Brad, Cameron, Don, Earl, Fred, Greg, Hal, and Ian.
Looking at the list, I suddenly realized that Vanessa was
selecting her lover's names in alphabetical order. I wondered if
the next man to visit her cunt would be Jack or Jim or John.
Vanessa had seen everyone on the list at least twice. My log
showed that she had had 31 dates with other men counting Hal
tonight. Earl was her leading fucker having been in her on 6
different occasions. Brad was second with five. The fact that
Earl had the largest cock and Brad the second largest was not
lost on me. Of course, this all assumed that she was always
telling me when she had sex with someone.
At that moment, the phone rang. It was Vanessa.
"Hi, Baby. It's me."
"Are you coming home?"
"That's why I'm calling. Hal wants me to spend the night. Is
that Ok with you?"
I made a snap decision... a decision I should have made two
months ago. "No. Actually, it's not all right. I really want
you to come home soon. I want to talk to you and I want to spend
the rest of the night between your thighs." My wife's response
surprised me.
"Really. That sounds wonderful! But Hal's going to be very,
very disappointed. He's only screwed me once tonight. How about
I let him fuck me one more time? I'll be home by 11 PM...
promise."
"Ok. See you later."
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True to her word, my wife walked in our front door a couple of
minutes before 11 PM. She looked hot and sensuous with a
fresh-fucked look that had my cock hard almost immediately.
"I can't even begin to tell you how glad I am that you agreed
to come home early, Honey," I said unable to disguise the emotion
in my voice.
Vanessa gave me a seductive smile as she sat down in the swivel
chair in front of our computer. "All you've ever had to do was
ask, Lover."
"I need to talk to you. I really don't know how to begin or to
explain."
"SShhhhh... come over here. You can talk to me while I suck
your cock." As soon as I got within reach, my wife had my pants
open and my rigid cock out.
"Mmmmm... that's fucking beautiful," she said, her voice hoarse
with desire. "Gawd! I know we've measured you at 7 inches,
Honey, but that thing looks even bigger. Stick it in, Lover!"
I pushed three inches inside her mouth. Her lips closed over
my shaft immediately and sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. The
sensation was so intense I started to pull out, but my wife's
hands on my ass pulled me in even deeper.
"AAaahhhh... shit... that's feels so damn good! Suck me, you
hot slut!" I pushed five inches of meat into my wife's mouth so
that the head of my cock was almost at the entrance to her
throat. Her head bobbed up and down on my shaft. In moments,
saliva coated my balls and dripped onto the floor. The sight of
my wife's lips sliding up and down my cock as her big tits
bounced just below had me throbbing like crazy.
"Oohh NOOoooo... don't stop! Please don't stop!" I groaned as
I felt her lips leaving my cock. But it was only momentary.
"There's no way I'm stopping, Stud. Not until you fill my
belly with your hot load. Now stick it all into my mouth... ALL
OF IT! STICK IT IN!"
"You'll gag," I protested.
"That's my problem. A wife is supposed to suck her husband's
cock... ALL of her husband's cock. DO IT! SHOVE IT INTO MY
THROAT, DARLING!"
I pushed in five inches until I felt the head against her
throat. Immediately, I felt her hands on my ass pulling more
cock inside. She did gag. Backing off until only five inches
were inside, she regained control and then drove an inch of cock
down her throat. This time, her gagging was less. After several
repetitions, my balls were banging against her chin as she sucked
all seven-plus inches of cock down her throat.
"Oh fuck! I'm about to cum, Honey. Do you want me to pull
out?"
For an answer, she rammed her mouth all the way down my shaft
until her lips were buried in my pubic hair. My cock jerked
inside her mouth. I felt my wife's arm moving rapidly, and,
looking down, saw that she had her fingers buried in her cunt
masturbating as she sucked me.
That incredibly erotic sight was all it took. With one intense
contraction, a thick, huge stream of semen and sperm fired into
my wife's throat and ran straight down into her belly. Cock and
cunt contracted together in repeated spasms as we both came hard,
her moans and my grunts mixing together to fill the room with the
hot sounds of sex.
When I finally pulled my now semihard prick from her mouth,
some of the load ran over her lips and formed a long cum rope
that dangled from her chin. She smiled up at me, the rope
swinging erotically back and forth. The cum rope broke and
splattered over her big tits.
Lifting my wife to her feet, I pulled her blouse off and yanked
her skirt down her hips. She stepped out of it and kicked it
away in to the corner. She wore no panties. I wasn't at all
surprised, but I asked anyway.
"What happened to your panties, Vanessa?"
"Hal took them off so he could fuck me, Darling. He had them
off 10 minutes after I arrived."
"I understand, but why didn't you put them back on before you
left?"
"Men rarely allow a woman to put her panties back on once they
get her out of them. Before we were married, did you let your
women put their panties back on?" My wife giggled. "Come on,
Lover. Forget my panties. I need to have my hot pussy licked
and cleaned. Suck and clean my cunt, Baby. Then fuck it... fuck
it hard ... really HARD!"
Sweeping my wife up in my arms, I carried her into the master
bedroom put her on her back in the center of the bed. She spread
her legs wide open and watched as I removed the remainder of my
clothes. By the time I was naked, her hips were grinding and
pumping on the bed.
"Oh hurry, Baby... please hurry! I can't want any longer. I
need it... DO IT TO ME!"
Even from the end of the bed, I could see that her labia were
swollen and stretched. Flecks of semen dotted the lips and
several streams were seeping from her gaping hole and sliding
sensuously down the crack of her ass. Again, I was astounded
with my wife's sensuality. She had been fucked twice in the last
hour and a half but was still so hot she was begging me to hurry.
Moving between her open legs, I pressed my face into the
waiting hot cunt. Her hips rose almost a foot off the bed as
soon as she felt the tongue sliding up the length of her sex
slit.
"AAAAAaaaaaaaahhhh... yesss....... YES! YES! LIKE THAT...
OOHHHHHH.... that's so fucking good!"
As soon as I circled her erect clitoris with the tip of my
tongue, Vanessa groaned and pulled my head hard against her
throbbing pussy. Her thighs locked around my head.
"Suck me, you Bastard! SUCK YOUR SLUT'S HOT CUNT, BABY. MAKE
HER CUM!"
Since my only two choices were to clean her cunt and make her
cum or to suffocate, I choose the first option. Capping her hole
with my mouth, I vacuumed the cum load out of her hole as she
wailed in hot passion. When I sucked her clit into my mouth, she
screamed in orgasm as her clitoris danced atop her contracting,
throbbing vagina. She had my head in a death grip between her
thighs; her fists pounded against my back. Once more, her cunt
erupted in a fierce, intense climax.
Her third orgasm saved me. Exhausted, her legs fell to the
side allowing me to move back and breathe. We were both gasping
for breath.
As my wife's chest heaved in an effort to suck oxygen into her
lungs, I ripped the zipper of her teddy down and jerked it away
from her body leaving her naked save for her high heels.
Standing up beside the bed, I roughly pulled my wife's hips to
the edge and shoved her legs high in the air. With one hand
behind her knee, I pressed her knee back against her tit and
aligned my raging cock with the wet, gaping hole of her cunt.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Darling."
Even with that warning, Vanessa grunted when she felt the male
sex spear driving into her gaping cunt hole. I fucked her like a
wild man driving one hard, ramming thrust after another into her
waiting pussy. My wife's grunts quickly changed to shrieks.
"Ughhh! Ughhh! Gawd Damn... you're killing meeeeeeee!... Oh
SHIT! You're gonna tear me apart... GGHHAAAAaaa.... Ughhh!
Ughhh!"
Vanessa's screams somehow penetrated my raging lust allowing me
to regain some measure of control. "Oh god... I'm sorry," I
moaned as I used all my will power to stop.
"NO! NO! DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU DARE STOP, YOU MISERABLE
BASTARD! FUCK ME! KEEP FUCKING ME! I LOVE IT!!"
The neighbors at the end of the street must have heard my
wife's screams when I slammed my iron-hard meat back into her
throbbing hole. The fucking was so heated and fierce that my
wife's body was gradually being forced into the center of the
bed. Before it ended, I was mounted on her with her legs locked
behind my back. Each thrust drove her hips deep into the
mattress and forced loud female grunts of pleasure from her
lungs.
At the end, her vagina was contracting in continuous hard
spasms about my shaft which was expanding and contracting in
repeated ejaculations, each one firing a thick stream of cum deep
into my wife's sex pit.
When it was over, neither of us could move. Finally, Vanessa
moaned, "Oh my god... that was out of this world! Hal should
have come home with me and watched a real fuck master at work
between my legs."
"What a wonderful thing to say!" I whispered. "Thank you!"
"No... thank you. You just made your wife cum at least 10
times and the last ones were the best I've ever had!"
"Can we talk now, Honey?"
"Only if you stay on top of me and leave that fantastic cock
inside my pussy while we're talking."
"That won't be a problem," I grinned.
"I don't know any clever way of saying this so I'm just going
to say it. I know that I'm the one who begged you repeatedly to
start having sex with other men and that you only agreed to
please me.
"Ssshhhhh... be quite, Darling. I know what you're going to
say... I know what you want. You want me to stop seeing all
those other men, don't you?"
"Yes," I said, my voice just a whisper.
"All right, but only if you agree that we can keep doing the
erotic things we were doing before that started... I want my hot
stud hard and wild to get into me. And speaking of getting into
me... you're getting hard again, Lover."
"But all those other men. They're going to be hitting on you
constantly," I protested.
"Not a problem, Honey. I'll take care of it. Remember, 'No',
still means 'No'. Now you understand don't you that once I end
it with all those guys, we can't start this again? We either
continue or stop forever. Agreed?"
I nodded eagerly. In reponse, Vanessa smiled warmly and said,
"Okay.. but right now, you need to take care of my pussy again.
Fuck me, Stud."
Slowly, I began to slid in and out of my wife's pulsing vagina
as her hips surged upward to impale her cunt on my cock every
time I filled her.
My wife wrapped her arms about my shoulders, her legs about my
hips and pulled me hard against her body. Her mouth found mine,
and our lips crushed together as her tongue fucked deliciously in
and out of my mouth. Fully hard again, our bodies rammed
together, both of us grunting on every stroke.
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Revelations:
I left our house Monday morning just shortly after Stan had
left for work. I had a lot to do and had to finish before he
returned that evening.
My first stop was at Baxter Real Estate that managed the
Brentwood apartments. The receptionist smiled at me as soon as I
entered.
"Good morning, Mrs. Hager. Is there a problem with your
apartment?"
"No. Not at all. Is Mr. Baxter or his assistant available?"
"Mr. Baxter is showing an apartment to a client right now, but
I think Mr. Marks is here." She checked and Marks answered her
page.
"Mrs. Hager is here. Can you see her?"
"Certainly. Send her right in."
As soon as entered his office, Mr. David Marks rose and greeted
me. "Good morning, Vanessa. How can I help you?"
"I just need to cancel the monthly lease on my apartment,
David. I won't be needing it any longer."
"Any problems with the apartment?"
"Not at all. It's perfect, but I just don't need it any
longer. The rent's paid until the end of the month, but I'll be
out of the apartment by the end of this week and you can begin
showing it if you like."
"Thank you. That's very considerate of you. If we can ever be
of any assistance in the future, please call."
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The apartment was exactly as I had left it Saturday night when
my husband called me at "Hal's". I had to smile when I thought
of my sexy husband's amateurish attempts to follow me and find my
secret hideaway. I had known he would eventually be so curious
that he would follow me. The three "escape" routes had worked
beautifully. All I had to do was enter a parking garage or a
large building, exit by some other door, take a cab to the
Brentwood apartments, and later take a cab back to my car.
Simple. The best plans are always the simple ones.
The apartment was nice, but I was more than glad to be leaving
it. Spending two or three evenings a week alone in the place had
gotten to be a drag after four months. The times I spent the
entire night were particularly boring.
I spent two hours loading every thing into my BMW... clothes,
stereo set, TV, DVD player, cosmetics, and jewelry. I threw the
cheap dinner ware and plates into the trash along with the
leftover food in the fridge. After two hours, the only things
remaining were the "materials" I had used for the past four
months and the hot outfit I planned to wear that evening.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen
table to take stock of all my "materials". The computer and
custom hi-fi speakers occupied the center of the table. I
brought up the "YouPorn" site and smiled thinking of the hours I
had spent those first weeks finding clips sent in by various
horny couples of their sexual activities. After several hours of
searching, I had found numerous clips of bedsprings squeaking and
women groaning as some stud fucked them. I counted 14 clips that
had male grunts and their sexy comments as they nailed their
cocks into a waiting cunt. Sound fidelity over a cell phone is
poor. Poor Stan had no way of telling it wasn't me squealing and
moaning.
With no further need of the clips, I erased all of them from
the computer's memory. I also removed the "YouPorn" site from my
internet bookmarks. Next, I brought up the file of pornographic
photos that I had spent hours collecting. Every photo featured
some big-titted, blonde slut whose body was an excellent match
for mine. I deleted the entire file.
The file of edited photos brought a smile to my face. There
were dozens. Everyone had one of the blonde sluts either showing
off her body or sucking or being fucked by some nameless stud.
In many cases, the stud was a well-endowed black man. I thought
it was funny that Stan had never noticed that none of the photos
I had sent him over the last four months showed the woman's face.
Using either "Photoshop" or "Paint", I had carefully cropped the
woman's face and edited out any identifying tattoos or
inappropriate pubic hair. It had been child's play to fool my
naive husband. When men look at porno photos of women, all they
ever examine are their tits, ass, and cunt along with the cocks
inside their holes. I deleted the file.
My vibrators, huge dildoes, and butt plugs were all in my "fuck
box" at the side of the table. I had to admit to myself that I
had enjoyed stretching my pussy and ass holes with them. After
all, that's what my hot hubby wanted to see... and the whole idea
was to "Give Hubby What He Wants". I wondered how many times I
had cum on those toys in the last four months. After some
consideration, I decided to keep all of the toys.
My notebook of "lovers" and my various "sex sessions" with each
of them was also lying in my "fuck box". Opening it, I saw the
listing of their "names" in neat, alphabetic order. There were
check marks through the ninth name, "Ian". Aloud, I said, "Sorry
Jack, Karl, Leon, and the rest of you. You don't get to fuck
me." I began to laugh. After some thought, I decided to rent a
safety deposit box and keep the notebook there. On some future
anniversary, I might give it to Stan as a present.
Finally, I went to fridge and removed the small metal case that
was the most deviously devised part of my plan. Returning to the
table, I set the box in front of me, unlocked the lid, and opened
it. As I stared at its contents, I shook my head in wonder at
the sheer cleverness it represented. Stan had had no chance to
see through the deception. However, I had given him a clue at
the very start when I had said, "I promise... that I will never,
ever cheat on you", but he hadn't realized the significance of my
comment.
For at least five minutes, I stared at the 50 or so small,
sterile vials that were still inside the box. Originally, the
box had contained 100 such empty vials. For three weeks after
agreeing to begin fucking other men, I had seduced Stan into
screwing me at least twice a day. When we finished, I would go
to the bathroom, as women often do after being fucked, and
carefully collect as much of his semen from my vagina as I could.
Whatever I could collect was safely stored in one of the sterile
vials and later placed in the fridge in my apartment. Toward the
end of the third week, I had over 50 vials of Stan's semen stored
and ready for use. After that, every time my randy husband shot
a huge load of cum into me, it later went into one of the vials.
With over 50 vials of "ammunition" ready, I called my eager
husband at work and told him I had a date with "Alex" and not to
wait up for me. Of course, I knew he would. I laughed again at
the memory of my watching TV in the apartment until almost 3 AM
while I knew Stan was at home with a raging erection and probably
jacking off. But I was having fun too with the butt plug up my
ass and one of the large dildoes in my cunt so I would be
properly stretched.
Just before leaving the apartment at 2:45 AM, I had taken out
six vials and emptied the contents of four of them into my cunt
and the other two inside my ass. To complete the picture, I had
mussed up my hair and smeared my make up. I also put on a pair
of stockings that I had ripped for effect. Naturally, I removed
my bra and panties. Fifteen minutes later, my wildly excited
husband was enjoying his "freshly-fucked, slutty wife".
With a little regret, I flushed the remaining semen down the
toilet and discarded the box and vials into a trash bag that I
later threw into the dumpster on my way out of the apartment.
I poured myself another cup of coffee. As I sipped it, I
reflected on the last four months. I had had a wonderful time
planning and executing what was probably the most elaborate
deception any wife has ever perpetrated. In the process, I had
given Hubby what he wanted, a hot, slutty, whorish wife.
The results of my deception were that my husband's fantasy had
been fulfilled, and he had learned that some things are much
better if they remain just a fantasy. As icing on the cake, Stan
and I were now enjoying the hottest sex any married couple has
ever enjoyed. We had gotten into hot flashing and sexy, erotic
roleplay, both of which are safe and wonderful catalysts for
heating up married sex. As the coup de grace, Stan still had a
pristine pure and faithful wife although it would be some time
before I told him this.
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Roleplay
I had gotten home a little after 5:00 PM only to find the house
empty. After Vanessa and I had agreed that she would stop seeing
other men, I was confident that she must be out shopping and not
fucking some guy, but nevertheless, I was disappointed at not
finding her home.
By 7:00 PM, my wife was still not home, and I was beginning to
worry. I was considering calling the hospitals and maybe the
police when the front doorbell rang. The woman standing in the
doorway was a ravishingly beautiful brunette whom I didn't
recognize.
"Can I help you?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.
"The question is 'Can I help you, Honey?' Vanessa sent me over
to see if you need any... eh... any ... service. She said to
tell you not to wait up for her as she's going to be ... eh...
how should I put this ... going to be busy all night with Brad.
At least, I think she said Brad."
My mouth fell open in shock. I just couldn't believe my wife
would break our agreement so soon.
"Why don't you close your mouth, Honey, and ask a girl in. I'm
sure we can have a good time together. Are you interested or
not?"
When I didn't answer, the woman just walked in uninvited. "You
seem to be having trouble deciding, Lover. Maybe this will help
you make up your mind." With one fluid motion the brunette
unzipped her tight dress and let it fall to the floor. She
stepped out of it and stood in front of me wearing black
stockings, red heels, and a red and white polka dot bra with
matching garter belt and thong.
Even in her black wig, false eyelashes, darker make up, and new
clothes, I recognized my wife's hot body with those gorgeous, big
tits. "You say my wife's out with some guy named Brad? And
she's not coming home until morning?"
"That's what she told me, Honey. My guess is that he's
probably already fucking the hot slut. So, what's it going to
be? Should I leave or are you interested in what you see?" She
looked at my crotch, saw the bulge of my hard cock, and said, "He
certainly looks interested."
"So am I. What's your name?"
"Vicky. Have you had dinner yet?"
"No. I was waiting for Vanessa."
"Forget that slut. So what's it going to be, Honey? EF or
FF?"
"What?"
"EF --- Eat First, or FF --- Fuck First?"
"How about FF then EF then F all night long?"
Vicky grinned as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the
floor. The huge tits I knew so well bounced on her chest. "Now
THAT'S what I call a great plan, Lover." Sitting down on the
couch, she spread her legs wide open and pulled the flimsy thong
to one side baring her wet, open, and very ready cunt. "Get
naked, Stud, and fuck me right here on this couch. Hurry. Give
me what your whore wife is probably already getting right now."
Ten minutes later, "Vicky" legs were high in the air over my
back as my cock slugged in and out of her pussy. As the fucking
became more and more intense, we both groaned from the delicious
feeling of cock moving in and out of cunt.
"Do you think my wife will tell me who fucked her tonight and
all the hot sexy details?" I asked.
"Who gives a shit about that whore, Honey. FUCK ME HARDER,
BABY. I'M ABOUT CUM! PUMP THE LOAD INTO MEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
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