A Predatory Couple
by RLM
Traci Bratley was in a big hurry. It was already 1:30 PM, and
she was supposed to be there at 1:45. It was a 10 minute drive
and she was scared she wouldn't make it. Quickly, she put on her
lipstick and eye shadow, and slipped her feet into the four-inch
heels she had purchased just two days before. She had been told
to buy them, and when she looked at herself in the full-length
mirror, she was delighted that she had. Her legs looked really
nice... no, she thought, not nice, but really sexy. She also
thought her big tits and pussy looked hot, so much so that she
spent a moment caressing them.
Glancing at her watch, she saw that she only had 11 minutes to
get there. She shuddered when she thought of the consequences if
she were late. She ran to her car as fast as the tight skirt she
wore would permit, backed out, threw the car into drive and sped
off toward the Brentwood edition, not worrying about the fact
that she was exceeding the speed limit.
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Slightly after 5 PM, Brian Bratley pulled into his driveway
having left work at the tax and accounting agency 15 minutes
earlier. He was somewhat surprised when he saw that his wife's
car was not in its usual space on the other side of their garage.
When he entered their home, he found a note taped to the back of
a chair that Traci had placed in the entryway so he wouldn't miss
it. Brian was glad to see it because it meant his wife's absence
was planned and not some emergency, but he knew it meant that he
would probably fixing dinner tonight.
Picking up the note, he read,
Honey,
Doris needed my help this afternoon to prepare the food for the
party Saturday night. She was in a panic for fear that she
wouldn't be able to get every thing done in time. I hope to be
home around 5:00, but if I'm not, be a Dear and turn on the oven
to start the lasagna baking, and if you have time, please set the
table. I'll stop by the bakery and bring home a nice dessert for
us. Love and Kisses... Traci.
Brian smiled to himself as he went into the kitchen to turn on
the oven and set the table. Traci was always willing to help
anyone who needed help. Everyone of their friends knew it and
most occasionally took advantage of her. "But it's a lot better
to have a considerate wife like that who cares about other people
than be married to a bitchy shrew who doesn't give a damn about
anything or anyone but herself," Brian thought with satisfaction.
After he had the oven up to temperature and the table set for
dinner, he opened up a bottle of Chianti to be breathing and put
wine glasses on the table. He knew Traci would love the romantic
touch. "I've got a great wife," Brian said aloud to himself. "I
just wish she weren't so conservative in the bedroom and
elsewhere. She's got such a hot body. Shit! Well... I guess I
can't have every thing."
The front door opened a little after 6 PM, and Brian grinned
when he saw his wife. "Sorry I had to stick you with making the
dinner, Darling. It smells delicious." Then she saw the wine.
"Oh, how wonderful! Have I got a great husband or what. It'll
go well with the lasagna and the cheesecake."
Seeing his wife dressed for work in a baggy sweatshirt,
loose-fitting jeans, and tennis shoes and still sweating from
helping Doris with the party preparations all afternoon, Brian
said, "The lasagna isn't quite done yet, Honey. If you like, you
have time to shower and change before dinner. You're really
sweating up a storm from all the work you and Doris were doing.
Did you get every thing finished?"
"Not quite. She wants me to come back tomorrow afternoon so we
can finish up the job. I promise though to be home in time for
make our dinner. I think I will take a bath before dinner and
change. If my romantic hubby is going to fix dinner with wine,
the least I can do is look nice for him."
"You always look nice, Traci. No matter what you have on."
"Thank you, Darling," she said over her shoulder as she headed
for the bedroom and the bath.
The lasagna was delicious, particularly when complemented with
the Chianti, and the New York style cheesecake was also great.
Brian helped Traci wash up the dishes after which they spent two
hours reading the daily newspaper and watching a couple of shows
on TV. At 10 PM, Brian walked around behind his wife's chair,
bent over and kissed her on the neck. At the same time, he moved
his hands below her large breasts and cupped both mounds, letting
his fingers gently caress and harden her nipples.
"I'd love to make love to you tonight, Honey... No, I don't
want to make love to you. What I really want is to fuck you.
Interested?"
"I'm always interested in having sex with you, Brian, but we've
already had sex once this week and I'm really tired after helping
Doris all afternoon. We'll do it Saturday night after the party.
You know how those parties always get you hot with the women
wearing those revealing clothes. We'll fuck after the party
Saturday night... Ok?"
Brian was disappointed, of course, but not at all surprised.
If Traci had agreed to have sex on Thursday evening, that would
have surprised him. But Saturday night was only two nights away.
His cock was still hard from thinking about Saturday night when
he fell asleep an hour later, fifteen minutes after sleep had
claimed his wife.
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Brian left for work at 7:45 AM the next morning. Traci had
gotten up at 7:00, fixed his breakfast while he dressed for his
job as a CPA at the tax agency. As he was leaving, she kissed
him on the cheek, wished him a nice day, and reminded him that
she would be helping Doris again that afternoon.
As soon as Brian's car pulled away, Traci went back to bed and
slept soundly until 10:00. An hour later, she was freshly bathed
and had applied fresh, red lip gloss, eye shadow, and perfume in
several strategic areas while she was still naked. When she
finished, she laid out her jeans, tennis shoes, cotton panties, a
bra, and a fresh sweat shirt. When she was finished, she packed
all the clothes in her small overnight bag.
At noon, she slipped on her sexy, new black boots with 4-inch
stiletto heels. She was still naked and in the process of
unpacking the dress she had purchased from Victoria's three days
before when the phone rang.
"Hello."
"The time has moved up to 12:30 PM. Be here." The line went
dead.
"Oh fuck!" Traci hissed as she quickly pulled the dress over
her head, fastened the two buttons in front and did her best to
pull it slightly lower on her thighs. She grabbed her overnight
bag, and once again, hurried to her car. She had to drive even
faster today than she had the previous day to avoid being late.
That evening, when Brian arrived home from work, he found his
wife in the kitchen still wearing her work clothes for the day.
She kissed him lightly on the cheek and asked him to watch the
roast while she bathed and changed clothes. Later, he once again
attempted to initiate sex with his wife, but had no more success
than he had had the previous evening.
"I told you, Darling, we could do it Saturday night. Now lets
just watch TV and enjoy ourselves," Traci admonished him.
Once more, Brian gave up... as he had the previous night and so
many other nights, particularly during the last two months.
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The party on Saturday evening was quite an affair. Doris and
Jim had invited all of our mutual friends plus some people I had
met but did not really know. There were a few other couples whom
I was meeting for the time. Doris had converted her basement
into a dance floor with the music coming from their hi-fi sound
system. The entire dining room table was covered with all manner
of delicious snacks and food. And there was an open bar that
included tea, coffee, and soft drinks. Every thing considered,
Doris and Jim had outdone themselves... with a lot of help from
Traci, of course.
My wife had surprised me when she had come out of our bedroom
dressed and ready to leave for the party. Instead of her usual
blouse and slacks, she was wearing a tight burgundy sweater that
exposed the upper quarter of her big breasts, a flared brown
skirt whose hemline was a couple of inches above her knees, and a
pair of hot come-fuck-me sandals with 4-inch stiletto heels. It
was the first time I had ever seen her wear such a sexy outfit,
even in the privacy of our bedroom.
"Wow! You look absolutely fabulous! I love it! Where did
you get that outfit?"
"I bought it last week... for the party. Is it too much? I
feel like I'm almost naked in this blouse with some much of my
breasts showing. The skirt doesn't even come to my knees, and
I'm not wearing any stockings. Is it too much? I could go
change."
"No," I shouted. "Don't change. I love it... I just fucking
love it! If you really uncomfortable, you could wear pantyhose."
"I thought about doing that, but I know how much you hate
pantyhose, and this is supposed to a fun party for you as well as
me... so I decided to go bare legged. Are you sure you're Ok
with your wife showing off like this?"
"Like I just said, Honey... I fucking LOVE it! Are you wearing
panties under the skirt?"
"Of course I'm wearing panties... I'm not a hooker, you know."
"Sorry... I didn't mean to imply that your were. I was just
hoping."
"Does the thought of your wife going to the party in this short
skirt without panties get you hard, Brian?"
"I'm a little hard now, but if you had told me that you weren't
wearing panties, I would damn sure have gotten hard. Does that
make you angry?"
"No. Why should it? Women like their husbands to get hard."
"I get hard a lot and you don't take advantage of it, Traci," I
commented.
"I said women like for their husbands to get hard... I didn't
say we're always interested in using your hard-ons. You ready to
go?"
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Now that we were at the party and I watched my wife circulating
through the house chatting with various people we know, I
realized that the sweater showed off more of her tits that I had
thought at first. Every guy at the party was doing double takes
when she walked by. At first, I was at a loss as to why I had
not seen how much her sweater showed off before we left the
house, but when I moved closer to Traci, I realized that she had
pulled the top of her sweater down so that now almost half of her
tits were on display. Even her bra was showing. I couldn't
remember a single time in our marriage when she had ever done
anything like that. I was puzzled, and I was also getting a very
firm erection.
I'm more of an introvert than an extravert, so, as a result, I
usually end up spending a lot of the time at parties either
talking to old friends or standing off in a corner somewhere
alone. This party seemed to be exactly like that until Doris and
Traci introduced me to Brett and Brandy Coxford.
"I don't think you've met the Coxfords have you Brian?" Doris
said as the four of them surrounded me.
"No, I haven't."
As Doris made the introductions, I was having a very difficult
time taking my eyes off of any one of the four. Traci's tits
were now even more exposed than before. I could even see a
little bit of one of her nipples. When she saw me checking out
her exposed breasts, her flashed flushed red, but she made no
move to cover them up.
Embarrassed, I turned to Brett, shook his hand, and then told
Brandy has nice it was to meet them. "What's your line of work,
Brett. I work with a tax and accounting agency as a CPA."
"I know. Traci told us. I'm a financial analyst and
investment counselor. If you're interested in a wide variety of
investments, come by my office, and I'll give you a give summary
of what's available along with a brief assessment of the risks
and potentials. No charge, of course." He smiled broadly as he
made the offer.
Brett was something else. Neither Traci nor Doris could take
their eyes off of him. I might as well as been on the moon for
all the attention I was getting from the two women. I couldn't
remember ever seeing a man who seemed to radiate such pure
confidence, power, and masculinity. His handsome face, lean, and
powerful body seemed to have both women mesmerized.
As he continued to tell me about his business activities, he
stared openly at Doris and Traci. It was almost like watching a
sleek panther toying with its prey. Both women were breathing
deeply, almost panting. My wife even tugged her sweater down a
little more exposing more of her tits.
I was wondering if I should say something, ask my wife to
dance, raise an objection, or whatever, when Brandy spoke to me.
"I always go crazy trying to do my taxes and find some way to
reduce them. Do you think you might be able to help with that,
Brian?"
Her soft, sexy voice immediately jerked my attention away from
my wife. Brandy was a brunette with a sensuous-looking face and
smile, along with an incredible body that was displayed nicely by
her off-the-shoulder, tight, black dress. Almost half of her
breasts were displayed, and although they weren't as large as my
wife's, I didn't know any men who would complain.
"I'm sure I could help you, Brandy," I replied, trying
unsuccessfully to keep my eyes on her face. When I saw her
grinning at me, I shrugged and apologized. "I'm sorry to stare
like a school boy, Brandy. I have no excuses."
"A man doesn't need excuses for showing his appreciation for an
attractive woman. If I didn�t want men to stare, I wouldn't
wear dresses like this. I'm sure you saw my randy husband
checking out Doris' and your wife's big tits. Why don't you ask
me to dance so that you can feel as well as look?"
I was totally at sea. I had never been in the company of such
a frank and open women, much less one who was also beautiful and
sexy. "Sure," I stammered. "Would you like to ... eh... dance?"
"I'd love to, Brian. I thought you'd never ask."
As we walked toward the stairs leading to the basement, I saw
Brett leading Doris and Traci toward the den, one arm about
Doris' waist, the other one about my wife.
"Don't worry about your wife, Brian. Brett will take good care
of her. Come on. I haven't had a single dance all evening."
When we were at the head of the stairs, I could resist taking
another look into the den where Doris and Traci surrounded Brett.
Brett was saying something to Doris that I couldn't hear. In
response, Doris reached up and pulled her blouse open enough to
allow Brett to see more of her breasts. The three of them were
laughing.
"She's quite the slut, isn't she," Brandy said from behind me.
She had come back up the stairs and was now standing behind me
watching the scene as I was. "Does it turn you on to watch them
flirting?"
"No! I mean... well... it is erotic, but that's my wife.
Maybe we should go back before things get out of hand. Doris has
obviously had too much to drink."
"Don't be silly, Brian. Traci is just watching like we are,
and Doris is stone cold sober. She's just enjoying showing off
for a sexy man... that's all. Just like me... showing off my
tits for you. Why ruin their fun? Shall we go dance, or do you
want to watch them for a bit?"
"No... you're right. I'm being silly. Let's go dance."
Brandy beamed and skipped down the stairs with a laugh. I
followed, but just before losing sight of the den, I took one
more look back. Doris was now laughing as she squeezed Brett's
erection. Brett was grinning. I couldn't see the expression on
my wife's face, but she had her hand pressed against her breasts.
Brandy and I danced several through several songs. During the
first one, we kept a few inches between our bodies, but as soon
as the second song had begun, that separation vanished, and I
felt her breasts pressing into my chest.
"They feel good to you, Brian?"
By this time, I had recovered enough of my equilibrium to
reply, "Very good. Your breasts aren't as large as my wife's,
but they're much firmer."
"Mmmmmm... thank you. I love having them pressed against a
man."
By the time we were halfway through the third song, Brandy had
her body plastered against me. That was erotic enough, but the
way she was moving it sensuously against me made it twice as hot
and sexy. There was no possible way I could prevent my erection.
By the start of the fourth song, I was hard as stone.
"Oh god! That feels fantastic, Brian. You're really hard...
it feels like an iron bar against me."
"I don't know what to say, Brandy. You're just so beautiful
and hot."
I want to feel it. Can I?
I was speechless. All I could do was nod as she stepped back
and moved her hand to my crotch. Her hand wrapped around my
prick... squeezing and moving up and down its length to measure
it. "Oh fuck, Brian. You've got a great cock. How often do you
let your wife have this?"
"For the last month or so, she's only wanted it once a week...
some times less."
"Give me a call when she doesn't want it, Honey."
Again I was speechless... and this time when I opened my mouth
to say something clever, no words emerged.
"You don't have to say anything, Honey. You're cock is
speaking for you... very eloquently, I might add," she whispered
as her belly rotated against my erection. In her high heels, it
was right against her mound, and when she rose on tip toes, I
knew it had to be pressed right against her clitoris.
"AAHHH... sooo goood," she hissed. "Hold my ass, Darling...
hump it into me."
I did as she ordered. It took less than a minute for her to
begin shuddering in my arms. Her hips thrust against me as her
trembling increased and then slowly ebbed. "Hot stud... you know
you just made me cum."
"We need to stop... Now!"
"Why?"
"My wife or your husband or both could come down her at any
minute. We would have a very difficult time explaining this.
And besides that, if we don't stop, I'll cum in my pants and I
know I could never explain that to Traci."
Brandy giggled, bit my ear lobe, and said, "Ok. The first
reason is nothing to worry about. My husband and your wife won't
be coming down here, but as hot as it would get me, I really
don't want to make you shoot off in your pants. Why don't you
get us something to drink?"
It took a few minutes to pour us two glasses of punch and fill
a small plate with some snacks so that my erection was half gone
when I returned. Brandy was lying on a love seat smiling at me,
her dress was up to her hips exposing her legs and thighs well
above the tops of the thigh-high, dark hose. Even the crotch of
her patterned panties was on display. My erection once again
surged. She saw it and grinned.
"Thank you for the refreshments, Darling, and thank you for
that very hot response to the sight of my legs."
I can see more than your legs, Brandy."
"What can you see, Brian?"
"You know."
"Of course I know, but tell me anyway. I love hearing a man
say it."
"Your panties... I can see your panties."
"You can't see all of my panties."
"No... just the crotch."
"But that's the important part, isn't it. That's where my
pussy is... that's making you hard."
"Yes... very hard. You're very beautiful and the sexiest women
I've ever seen. I hope to god my wife doesn't come down those
stairs."
"You really can't see that much of my panties, Brian."
"I can see enough."
"Isn't this better?" Right in front of me, Brandy spread one
leg far to her left while keeping the other one on the seat of
the couch. The position pulled her dress even higher and exposed
the entire expanse of her panty-covered cunt. My erection
throbbed, tenting my pants. Anyone within yards of us could tell
I was hard as iron.
"Damn, Brandy! Close your legs. My wife or your husband could
catch us."
"I've told you several times that that's not going to happen."
"How do you know. They're right upstairs in the den."
"Not any longer. Brett and your wife left not long after we
came down here."
I was stunned. Speechless.
"Sit down, Brian, before you fall down. You're pale as a
ghost. Is it such a shock to you? You've been enjoying me for
the last twenty minutes. Don't you think Traci likes to have fun
too?"
I did feel like I might faint, so I sat down and lowered my
head to let some blood flow to my brain and relieve the
dizziness. In just moments, I felt better.
"Traci never does that... never. She's very conservative.
We've been married for eight years, and in all that time, she's
never even flirted with another man, much less left with one at a
party. You're wrong. Besides, we've been down here. You have
no way of knowing whether my wife and your husband have left the
party or not. Why are making up stuff like that?"
"You're right. I don't know that they've left, but I know
other things. Let's make a bet."
"What?"
"You go upstairs and search the house... see if you can find
your wife. If you can't, ask Doris where she is. Then, come
back down here and tell me. If she's still here, you win. If
she's not, I win. Simple. Is it a bet?"
"What stakes?" I asked, not knowing what else to say in my
dazed state.
"Oh... something sexy. Like say, if you win, you bring your
wife down here to dance while I go back to Brett and later you
can name whatever prize you want from me. If I win, you spend
some time playing with me while we chat and turn each other on.
Is it a bet?"
Brandy had pulled down the top of her dress exposing both of
her tits in plain sight of several other couples in the basement.
She also had her legs open. "Well?" she asked.
"Ok. I'll be back after I check upstairs and talk to Doris, if
necessary."
For next ten minutes or so, I searched every room in the house.
I even walked around the grounds and checked to see if our car
was still where I had parked it. It was. There was no trace of
either Traci or Brett. Walking back inside, I cornered Doris who
looked more than a little nervous.
"Where is she?" I demanded.
"Who?"
"The Queen of Siam," I said facetiously. "You know who... my
wife."
"Oh. I'm sorry, Brian. I think she and Brett went to the
liquor store to get some more gin. We're out. I asked them to
stop by the market and pick up some snacks. People are hungrier
than I thought they would be."
"Is that the truth?" I demanded to know.
"Of course it is! Why wouldn't it be? Why would I lie
anyway?"
I thought about that and shrugged. "You're right. I'm sorry.
Just went a little crazy. I've never seen my wife leave like
that without telling me."
"Don't give it another thought, Brian. They'll be back soon.
Enjoy yourself. Where's Brandy?"
"She's downstairs. When Traci returns, tell her I'd like to
see her, Ok?"
"Sure. No problem."
I found Brandy still in the basement, sitting on the same
couch. At least she had her legs crossed, but she was still
showing a lot of leg and some thigh. "Well," I said, "you were
right. She and Brett left. Doris said they went to liquor store
to pick up some more gin and some extra snacks at the market."
"Of course. What else?" Brandy grinned.
"How did you know they would be gone? You said that you knew
some other things. What?"
"I won the bet so you have to sit down and play with me,
Honey."
I always pay my debts, so I sat down beside the gorgeous
brunette who promptly moved her hand to my crotch and felt me.
"Shit! You're not hard. I liked you a lot better when you were
hard and hot." She smiled when she said it and didn't release my
now soft cock.
"What did you know?"
"I assumed Brett would take you wife somewhere so he could fuck
her. Her big tits and hot ass really drive him wild. He loves
fucking her."
"What did you say?"
"I said my husband loves fucking your wife. He's been fucking
her every day while you're at work and some on the weekends when
you go out to play golf. When he saw her in that sexy dress with
those big jugs of hers on display, I knew he would find some way
to fuck her tonight."
"Where did he take her?"
"Well, they don't have a lot of time. The lake's only a half
mile north and there's a huge number of camp sites surrounded by
trees. So, my guess is that he took her to the lake. If they
left five minutes after we came down to the basement, they've
been gone about twenty minutes or so. My guess is that Brett's
fucking her right at this moment."
"Now... right now you mean? As we're sitting here talking,
he's fucking my wife?"
Brandy leaned close and whispered, "Right now, Brian. His cock
is in your wife's cunt and he's fucking her like a wild stallion.
She howling and loving it. And you're now hard as a rock, Baby.
It turns you on to think about your wife being screwed, doesn't
it?"
I ignored her question, but my cock throbbed in her hand. As
she said before, my cock answered for me. I finally managed to
ask, "He can't be fucking her everyday that I'm at work?"
Brandy laughed. "He hasn't missed a day in the last month,
Honey."
"But Doris said they had gone for gin and snacks," I protested.
"She lied."
"Why would she do that?"
"Because Brett's fucking her too. I know you saw the hot bitch
squeezing his cock just before we came down here."
"Then why did he take my wife to the lake instead of Doris?"
Brandy shrugged, "Because she's the hostess. She can't just
disappear. And Jim was upstairs with her. She'll just have to
wait until tomorrow morning. Brett'll be in her cunt 30 minutes
after Jim leaves for his Sunday golf game."
I shook my head in disbelief. "I don't believe it," I stated
with assurance. "I know my cock gets hard at the erotic images
you paint, but I don't believe my wife is being fucked everyday
while I'm at work, and I don't believe she's being fucked right
now."
"Would you like absolute proof," Brandy asked quietly.
"Yes! Without it, there's no way I would ever believe it."
"Can you take a day off work on Monday?"
"I can. How will that prove anything?"
"Wait until I call you at work and them come to my house. I'll
be waiting with the proof you're asking for. Ok?"
"All right. Where do you live?"
Brandy gave me the address and went back to squeezing and
stroking my hard cock. "Damn, you have a really big cock, Brian.
Maybe as big as Brett. But don't tell how big. I like to be
surprised when you fuck me."
Even though there were other couples around, no one was paying
any attention to us. They all seemed to be too busy feeling each
other. My cock throbbed as Brandy stroked it through my pants.
"Doesn't the fact that your husband is fucking all these women
piss you off?" I asked, trying to keep my hips still.
"Not at all, Honey. Brett's more man than any one woman can
handle, and I'm more woman than any one man can take care of.
It's just sex, Darling. And variety is fantastic fun. Don't you
want to fuck me? Would you just love to slide your hard cock up
my very wet and eager cunt, Honey? I think you would... you hard
cock says so. Put your hand under my dress and feel my cunt,
Brian. Feel how wet and hot I am for your cock."
There was no way I could resist. When my hand reached her
panties, I found them drenched. "God... you're soaking wet," I
whispered.
"That's your fault. Let's find a free bathroom and fuck,
Honey. Or take me out to your car and fuck me in the back seat."
"My wife will be back soon," I protested.
"No way, Honey. No way. Brett usually spends at least two
hours fucking a woman. He's be screwing your wife for at least
another hour."
"Can you tell me why my wife is fucking your husband when she's
never cheated before? It's very hard for me to believe."
"Brian, don't fault your wife. Brett can seduce any woman he
wants. Didn't you notice how handsome, confident, and virile he
is. He just oozes masculine sex appeal. He also has incredibly
seductive technique and a huge, thick, 10 and a half inch cock."
"Your wife came over one afternoon about a month ago while you
were at work. We had a drink, and my husband went to work on
her. After thirty minutes of complementing her and telling how
exciting he found her, she was more than just a little turned on.
It was hot so Brett suggested a cool dip in the pool. I loaned
your wife a two-piece suit and we all went out for a swim. Brett
was wearing a very, very brief spandex suit that showed every
ridge of his huge cock."
"Brett gave you wife two more drinks. When he handed them to
her, his cock wasn't more than two inches from her face. She
couldn't take her eyes off his dick, and it was only half hard.
The second time, he just stood there and let her stare at it.
Then he asked her if she wanted to see it. He didn't even wait
for her to reply... just pulled his suit down and let that
monster out. He got fully hard very quickly and ran the head
over your wife's cheek.
After that she had no chance. He picked Traci up and put her
on our chaise lounge on her back. Within a couple of minutes, he
had her naked... moaning and gasping, her legs up and back with
her cunt wide open. Your wife was just crazy with lust. She
howled and screamed so much when Brett nailed his cock into her
cunt that I was worried the neighbors might call the police.
I watched him fucking her until the hot bitch had cum a couple
of times and then left them alone. He told me later, he screwed
your wife five times that afternoon."
Brandy stroked my raging cock and asked, "Don't you want to
fuck me?"
"I don't know... I've never cheated on my wife before."
"Why are you worrying about that when's she's getting 10 inches
of cock up her cunt right now? If she can fuck my husband, why
can't you fuck me?"
"Where can we go? I can't very well fuck you here."
"We'll use the guest bedroom upstairs. Doris can't very well
object."
"What about Jim?"
"She'll handle that problem. Come on. I want it!"
-------------------------------------------
"Oh fuck! I knew your cock was big, Baby, but not this big....
aaahhhhhhhhh.... harder... harder... Ram me with that thing,
Stud!" Brandy hissed as I pounded my cock in and out of her
cunt.
I was nailing the hot brunette on her back with her leg up over
my shoulder. Every time my cock drove into her depths, she
howled. I had no doubt that Doris was outside listening to
Brandy moaning as she took my cock.
"Oh you hot fucking Bastard. You're giving it to me harder
than Brett is giving it to your wife... ugh ugh... oohhhh god...
I'm gonna cummmmmmmm!" A moment later, I felt her vagina
contracting about my rod, her lips stretched wide baring her
teeth as she grunted like a whore in heat.
I slowed down causing her to whine, "Oohhh nooo...don't stop...
please. DON�T STOP... keep fucking me, Baby, and I'll cum
again. Stick it to meeeeeeeeeee!"
Again and again, I sank my cock into her throbbing cauldron.
Her juices were seeping around my rod causing it make erotic
squishing sounds every time it filled her sex channel.
"OOOHhhhhhh Pump meeeeeeeee.... gonna cum again... harder...
make me cummmmmmm!!"
"Take you hot Bitch. I'm gonna cum in you."
"YES! SHOOT IT INNNNNNNN... CUM IN MY CUNT, HONEY. Fill my
pussy, Lover. NOW! NOW! CUM WITH MEEEEEEE!"
Our sex organs throbbed together as the thick semen gushed into
her hot hole.
Our first fuck was fast as both of us were already about to cum
even before I got my prick into Brandy. As her orgasm ebbed, I
kept it inside her pussy letting it soak in our juices while her
cunt quivered around my shaft.
"I want it again, Brian. Please. Fuck me again."
"Not a problem, Brandy." I got up and moved to the head of the
sofa. She tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide, and
waited. "Suck me hard, Baby," I ordered as I shoved it into her.
Five inches disappeared into her mouth on the first thrust.
Brandy didn't even gag or grunt. She did put her hands on my
butt to urge me to fuck more cock into her. On the second
thrust, she got six inches. After a half dozen thrusts all 8 and
half inches of cock were sinking into her throat as my balls
bounced against her nose.
It only took me a couple of minutes to get hard as stone again.
I pulled my rod out of her mouth, sat down on the couch, and
asked, "Do you like to ride it, Brandy."
"Oh hell yes! I love to ride a big cock like yours, Brian.
Can I ride you both ways... cowgirl and reverse cowgirl? When I
ride reverse, I cum really hard and squirt."
"Quit talking about it... get on it and do it!"
The sensation of her hot ass hammering up and down on my cock
as her tits bounced in my face was incredible. She had her eyes
closed with an expression of sheer bliss on face as she fucked
her cunt up and down on me. Every time I bottomed out in her
pussy, she ground her clit hard against my pubic bone. It only
took her a couple of minutes to cum in a hissing scream. Two
minutes later, I felt her cunt exploding again in hard
contractions. This time, she screamed.
"OOOohhhh Man.. what a cock! what fucking! You really know
how to bang a woman, Honey. Don't move... Please, don't move.
Let me turn around on you. I'm so damn hot, I'll squirt like a
fire hose in this position."
Once Brandy was in position with her back facing me, she rammed
her pussy down on my sex spike. The entire length sank into her
hole on the first thrust. She grunted when the head thudded into
the bottom of her cunt. After grinding her clit hard against my
pubic bone, she started raising and lowering her ass, speeding up
with each thrust. Finally, she howled like she was in extreme
pain, slammed her cunt all the way down my rod, frantically
ground her clit against me and then screamed,
"HERE IT COMES!"
Brandy's hips rose two feet into the air allowing my cock to
slip out of her convulsing hole. Her ass humped wildly. Then
she wailed as her juices squirted out of her exploding cunt in a
huge gush. The stream arched high in the air and shot four feet
across the room drenching the carpet. Three more small streams
followed rapidly until finally she collapsed in a heap on my
body, her lungs desperately sucking in air as her body shuddered
and trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm.
I couldn't wait. I turned the panting woman onto her knees,
shoved her head down on the couch, and rammed my cock back into
her gaping and pulsing hole. I fucked her like a whore for
several minutes and then, once again, unloaded inside her pussy.
The hot slut came again when she felt me firing in the load.
--------------------------------------------------
It turned out that Brandy had underestimated how long my wife
was going to be gone. It was a good hour and a half before I saw
her coming in the front door alone. Brett was nowhere in sight.
About an hour later, we were on our way home from the party. It
was close to midnight.
As soon as we were in our living room, I pulled my wife into my
arms and kissed her hard. She struggled but finally allowed the
kiss and returned it. For the first time in a long, long time, I
scooped my wife up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom.
"I'm really pretty tired, Darling. I know I said we would make
love tonight, but let's wait until tomorrow."
"I'm not going to make love to you tonight, Traci. I'm going
to fuck you." In one motion, I pulled her sweater over her head
baring her big tits. The fact that she was now braless was not
lost on me, but I said nothing. Pulling down the zipper in the
back of her skirt, it fell to the floor leaving her naked except
for her white thong and heels.
"So you were wearing panties tonight... and very sexy ones
too," I whispered as I kissed her again. As I ran my tongue into
her mouth, my hand was exploring between her thighs. Her panties
were soaked... soaked but she said she was to tired to fuck. Of
course, I knew the reason... the soaked panties weren't due to
her excitement, they were due to the half dozen or so loads of
cum Brett had pumped into my hot wife that evening... but I said
nothing.
"What this crap about being too tired, Traci. You're dripping
wet. I can't ever remember seeing you this wet. You're ready
for it, Baby, and I'm going to give it to you."
I quickly stripped as my wife leaned back against the foot of
the bed urging me to hurry. I was surprised. Apparently, in the
span of a few minutes she had gone from not wanting to fuck to
being so hot she was urging me to hurry. It made little sense,
but I wanted to fuck her and wasn't going to argue.
When I pulled my briefs down, my cock reared up like freed
tiger, hard and throbbing. I pulled Traci closer, thrust my
erection in her face, and said, "Suck it, Baby. Show me how much
you want my cock."
I could see she was reluctant, but having promised that we
would have sex tonight and having just urged me to hurry, she
really didn't have a choice. Her mouth opened wide, and I pushed
three inches inside. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked in
another inch while cupping my balls. When I tried to push more
cock inside, she put her hand around my organ to stop me. Traci
had never deep throated my cock and tonight was to be no
exception.
Backing up to the edge of the bed, I pulled my wife with me as
I laid down on my back. Traci stayed with me never letting my
cock slip out of her mouth. Scrambling over my thighs, she
pushed her mouth down my throbbing organ as far as she ever had.
It still only slightly over four inches, which left more of my
prick outside her mouth than in it. Nevertheless, it felt great
as she sucked me hard. I knew she was trying desperately to make
me cum in her mouth to keep me from fucking her. It didn�t'
work.
"Fucking time, Honey," I growled as I pulled my shaft from her
mouth, turned her on her side and got behind her. "Come on,
Traci, hike your leg up and open that hot cunt."
Again she hesitated, so I just pulled her leg into the air,
adjusted my cock at the opening to her cunt, and pushed inside
her. Her pussy stretched open easily and I slid into her
cum-filled hole with virtually no friction or resistance. She
had be so thoroughly fucked and stretched that my eight and a
half inches slipped inside her with no more resistance than if I
had been finger fucking her.
I felt her body tense with fear, but when I again said nothing,
she relaxed, assuming that I figured she was wet and slick
because I had her so excited. When my balls banged against her
ass, I withdrew all but two inches. Looking down, I saw several
globs of semen clinging to my shaft and its entire length was
slick with it. There was so much cum inside my wife that it was
dripping off my cock. Snapping my hips forward, I sank my length
into her gaping hole and heard the squish of the pooled cum as it
flowed around the plunging shaft.
After five minutes of hard fucking, Traci's cunt and pussy lips
were coated with a thick white froth of churned cum. I was
actually getting off on it. The feeling of fucking a cum-filled
cunt and getting what was probably sloppy eighths was incredibly
hot and erotic. I was hard as stone inside her.
"On your back, Honey. I want to fuck it in harder."
"Can't you cum like this, Honey. I'm so close. You've gotten
me so hot, I'm just creaming all over myself. Please cum... I'm
right on the edge."
I ignored her, pulled my prick out of her pussy, and flipped
her onto her back. Hiking one of her legs onto my shoulder, I
aimed my cock at the huge hole between her thighs and drove it
back inside her. There was no friction, but the erotic feeling
of sinking into her cum slickened cunt more than made up for the
lack of friction.
With so little friction, it was easy to hold my load. Traci was
begging me to finish. At one point, she screamed, "I'm cumming,
Darling... ohhhhh god... you're making me cum, Shoot it in me,
Baby... shoot it in!"
It was pure theater. I felt no contractions of any kind in her
cunt. Her breasts weren't rising and falling rapidly... no sweat
from the exertion of fucking appeared on her face. She was
obviously faking it. I wondered how often in the past she had
faked it with me.
The thought really pissed me off. With her leg up on my
shoulder and me on my knees ramming her, I had a perfect view of
my wife's asshole. It looked stretched to me and there was cum
coating its surface, but I couldn't tell if it was coming out of
her ass or it had just run our of her cunt. I knew a very easy
way to find out.
Without giving my wife any warning, I pulled out of her cunt
and turned her over onto her stomach. At first, she thought I
was going finish in her doggy style so she put up no resistance
when I pulled her up and back to get her knees under her body and
arch her ass high in the air.
"Are you ready to cum, Darling?" I asked. "I can't hold it any
longer. You're just too hot."
"Ohhhh yes, Honey. I'm so close. Just fuck me hard and I'll
explode. Hurry!"
I spread her open with my fingers and aligned my cock with her
asshole. Snapping my hips forward, I hit the hole dead center.
It immediately spread wide allowed me to sink six inches of cock
deep inside her ass. There was more friction than in her cunt,
but nothing like what should have been present considering that I
had never before gotten into my wife's ass.
My wife screamed, "NOOOOOOOO!!! NOT IN MY ASSSS... PLEASE...
CUNT FUCK ME!"
I hammered in another stroke and this time all 8 plus inches of
cock sank into her ass. She grunted and continue to beg me to
fuck her cunt.
"Why? It doesn't seem to be hurting you, and I've never had
the pleasure of using your ass."
"Oohhhhh shit," she groaned as she felt the cock ramming back
and forth inside her cum-filled ass. Mounted on her as I was, it
was easy to see the thick loads of cum sticking to my cock every
time I pulled out of her. At one point, I pulled out completely
leaving a gaping round hole that stayed open. I could see the
cum pooled inside her. She took my cock with ease when I pushed
back inside.
I needed to cum and told Traci that. "Oohhhh yes... shoot it
into me, Darling. I'm right on the edge. Cum with me."
I gave her another ten strokes and exploded my load deep inside
her ass. When she felt me throbbing, she screamed that she was
cumming, but once again, she was faking it. When I withdrew, I
watched her asshole, which remained wide open with no trace of
any contractions of orgasm whatsoever.
==================================
On Monday morning, I cleared the work off my desk quickly and
informed my staff and associates that I had to take care of some
personal business so I would be gone most of the day. Given the
amount of work I always accomplished in short periods of time, no
one objected. My secretary told me she would cover for me with
my clients if they called.
I worked steadily at my desk until Brandy's call came a little
after 10 AM.
"Hello. This is Brian Bratley speaking. How may I help you?"
"Hi, Honey. You can help me best by giving more of what you
gave me Saturday night."
"You said something about proof as I recall."
"I did and you'll have it as soon as you arrive. Don't park in
our driveway. There's city park a block north of us. I'll meet
you there. Understand?"
I told her I did and would be there in about 15 minutes.
Actually, it took less than that. When I pulled into the park, I
saw Brandy sitting at a picnic table waiting for me. As I
expected, she was dressed hot, even though it was just after 10
AM. In addition, she had her dress pulled up to her hips. A lot
of her cleavage was on display, and with the dress up to her
thighs, her panties were also exposed. I was getting hard as
soon as I approached her.
She saw me looking at her panty-covered cunt and grinned as I
walked up. "Want to take me in the woods for a quickie? I
really get off hard when a guy just makes me bend over and grab
my ankles while he fucks me in a public place like this.
Please... do it to me like that, Brian."
"Sounds hot. When we get back, I'll fuck you just like that
whether you've changed your mind or not."
"Oh god... I love it when men take charge like that. I'm not
sure I can wait."
"You can either wait, or finger fuck yourself. Your choice.
Make up your mind."
She put her hand under her panties and began rubbing her cunt.
I thought she had decided to finger fuck herself, but she pulled
her hand out and moaned, "You hot Stud. God, but you turn me on.
Let's head for my house so you can get your proof and then start
fucking me."
"What's the proof you're going to show me?"
"Wait and see. That takes less time than explaining it to
you."
It was a short walk, and as we approached Brandy and Brett's
home, she said, "Be very quiet. We're going to take the stairs
in back to our second floor deck and enter through the guest
bedroom. When we get on the deck, take off your shoes before we
go inside."
I followed instructions feeling a little bit like a secret
agent. Brandy slipped off her heels and put them beside my shoes
and then unlocked the door to the guest bedroom. The room was in
shadows as there were no lights on. "Follow me. Stay behind me
and do what I do," she whispered.
Leaving the bedroom, we entered the upstairs hallway. Brandy
motioned for me to follow her. She pressed her back to the wall
and moved quietly down the hall until we reached the loft at the
end, which overlooked the Great Room below. The Great Room
served as a den, dining room, and study combined. With the loft
in darkness, we could easily see down into the room with
virtually no risk of being seen from anyone below.
The proof Brandy had promised was right before my eyes. Brett
and two other men I didn't know already had Doris and my wife
partially stripped. I was confused and Brandy saw it. She
whispered quietly in my ear. "I'll tell you all the details
later. The two other men are important clients of Brett's. Just
watch."
The men had Doris and my wife posing for them as they watched
and gave directions. Traci was down to a white dress, thong and
heels. Carl was embracing her from behind and before we had
arrived had pulled her dress down to her waist. At the moment,
he was busy cupping and hefting my wife's big tits. I heard him
tell her to spread her legs wider so her could see the crotch of
her panties.
Doris was wearing a black dress, black thong, and matching
heels. Brett and another man had her posing on a chair with the
dress up around her waist as she thrust her ass toward the men,
wiggling it seductively.
"Tell the hot cunt to pull her panties aside, Hal. Make her
show us her cunt," Brett instructed his client.
"You heard the man, Doris. Pull your panties aside and put
that hot pussy on display for us." She didn't hesitate a second.
Reaching back, she yanked the crotch band of her panties over
her buttocks, put her right leg up on the table, and spread her
cunt wide open for the men. I could see her gaping, wet cunt
hole all the way up in the loft.
Traci was now thrusting her hips against Carl's probing fingers
as he pulled and squeezed her nipples. Her eyes were closed, but
her mouth was open, and her tongue flicked rapidly over her top
lip. I had seen her do that on the few occasions when she had
gotten extremely hot with me.
"Why are you letting Traci keep that dress on, Carl? Brett
demanded. Get her naked. Don't you want to be naked so we can
fuck you, Traci?"
My wife was panting too hard to answer. Brett repeated the
question, and Carl twisted her nipple hard bringing a moan of
pleasure/pain from her lips. "Answer the man, Slut. Do you want
to be naked and fucked?"
"Oooohh yesss... please... please... get me naked... get me
naked and fuck me," my wife hissed in passion. Her dress hit the
floor a few seconds later.
While Carl was pulling my wife's panties down her thighs, I
turned back to where Hal and Brett were working on Doris. They
now had her sitting on the table, bra pulled down, panties still
pulled aside, with her legs spread almost 180 degrees. Her cunt
gaped open and both men were a couple of feet away inspecting her
hot fuck hole. Doris' hips were slowly grinding on the table.
From the other side of the room, I heard Carl giving
instructions to Traci: "Get on the bed, Traci, and spread wide
open so we can see every thing." She was on the bed in the
position he wanted before I had even looked in her direction.
Brett walked over and inspected my wife. Bending over, he
kissed her open lips. I could hear her moan all the way up in
the loft. His fingers penetrated her cunt and pumped her as her
hips thrust against his hand. �Turn on your side, Traci, and
finger fuck your cunt for us." She rammed her fingers into her
hot hole immediately.
"She's ready. They're both ready. Let's get them together,
side-by-side and have them suck you guys so you can decide if
they're worth fucking."
By the time they had both Doris and my wife kneeling back to
back, Brandy had my pants unzipped and my rigid cock in her
mouth. I had to bite my lip to remain quiet. The men below
didn't know it, but three women, not two, were going to be
sucking cock in a moment.
Carl moved over and pushed his cock into Doris' mouth hole
while Hal used my wife's mouth. Down below, two blonde sluts
sucked... up above a brunette slut sucked. Female grunts and
moans, mixed with an occasional gagging sound, filled the room.
I was too far away to see clearly, but judging from the force of
their thrusts, it appeared that both Carl and Hal had their
entire lengths buried in the women's throats. Brandy had 6
inches of my 8.5 inches down her throat. The only reason she
didn't have all of me was my pants were in the way.
I closed my eyes and just savored the hot sensations of her wet
mouth moving up and down my cock. Gradually, ever so gradually,
Brandy sucked me deeper... harder.... then faster. I couldn't
keep from thrusting my hips to get my rod as far into her mouth
as possible. When she felt my cock swelling and beginning to
throb as I got closer to cumming, she slowed the motion of her
lips on my shaft and when I got even closer, she took it out of
her mouth completely until I had calmed enough to allow her to
start sucking me again.
The second time she had pulled her mouth off my cock, she shook
me to get my attention. "Look down there, Brian. Your wife's
being fucked... look!"
I moved closer to the railing and stared down into the great
room. Brett had my wife mounted on the arm of a couch on her
knees with her head almost lying on the cushion below. Her ass
was arched high in the air. Brett was behind her, holding her in
position by her arm and using it as a handle to pull her cunt
back onto his thrusting cock.
At the top of her legs, I could see her pussy all puffed up
and wet with her juices seeping down her thighs. Traci had her
face turned back so she could see Brett's body humping her. Even
though she was quite a distance from my position in the loft, the
look of lust on her face was unmistakable... her mouth gaped wide
open, lips curled back, teeth showing. She honked with pleasure
every time the huge phallus stretched her cunt open and drove the
entire length of her vagina to thud into her cervix. I heard her
begging Brett to fuck her.
"Ah Ah ... sooo good... aaahhhh... oohhhh fuck me, Brett.
Hard. OOohhhhh... I should be shot for letting you fuck me like
this, but I can't help it... it's too hot... make me cum,
Darling. FUCK ME!"
Traci was so horny... so wild to be filled by Brett's huge
cock... that she couldn't just be still and take the fucking.
Her ass was moving on its own accord ... thrusting... humping.
She continued to beg him to fuck her.
Brett hammered his cock into my wife's steaming pussy. It was
so wet that I could see all 10 or 11 inches slide all the way in
to her on every single stroke. I knew it had to be filling
Traci's cunt completely. From the way she was grunting into the
seat of the couch, it was obvious that she loved it. She was all
cunt at that moment.
In just a couple of minutes, my wife screamed that she was
cumming. Her screams continued for 20 seconds or so and then
began to ebb, but they hadn't completely died away when she
howled again at the top of her voice. I knew that Brett's huge
prick had to be hitting my wife's G-spot on nearly every stroke.
Again and again, Traci went into a frenzy of sexual heat as her
cunt exploded around Brett's shaft.
My wife had lost all control. She was nothing more than a hot
fuck hole as she shouted at Brett not to stop. He obviously had
no intention of stopping as he fucked my wife harder and harder
for five minutes. Traci was having one orgasm after another as
he used her cunt. When Brett finally ejaculated inside my wife
and withdrew, she collapsed on the couch... totally fucked out.
Unfortunately for her, Hal was waiting his turn in her pussy.
I could see his cock wasn't as big as Brett's but it was hard and
sticking straight up. A moment later, it was sticking deep
inside Traci's cum-filled cunt hole. Hal fucked my wife like
that until she was again moaning and begging him to screw her
harder... deeper.
"If you don't like the way I'm fucking you, Bitch, then let's
get you on top and you can fuck your cunt on my cock any way you
like."
Hal picked up my wife, somehow keeping his cock firmly socked
into her pussy, sat down on the couch with my wife on top with
her back facing him. "Now, fuck that hot cunt on my cock, Slut,"
he commanded.
Traci followed his orders. She began pumping her cunt up and
down Hal's sex spike. He grabbed her waist with both hands and
fucked his cock in and out of her hard and fast.
"Oohhh fuckkk... I'm cumming!" my wife hissed in a hoarse
whisper. A half minute later she screamed, "Oh god! my cunt's
just exploding... aaahhhhhhhhhhh unnnggghhhh!"
Her whole body was shaking. She tried to get off his plunging
shaft but he had her so completely impaled on his spike she
couldn't escape. Finally, she was moaning, "Oh fuck... Oh
fuck... oh fuck" over and over. Then, she howled, "Oh you hot
Bastard! You're shooting you load into meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
A few feet away from where my wife's cunt was being filled with
Hal's cum load, Doris was screaming and grunting as Carl fucked
her in doggy position. "Oohhh stop... please stop... you're just
killing me! AAAaaahhhh... ooohhhh god... "
When Carl rose up and pulled his prong most of the way out of
Doris, I could see why she was screaming. Carl was fucking her
in the ass with an 8 inch, thick cock. He rammed it back in all
the way to his balls, and Doris hissed and then whined in a
mixture of hot pleasure and pain. His cock flashed in and out of
her ass ... faster and faster... she stopped begging him to stop
when she began to cum.
Carl must have fucked her ass for 10 minutes before finally
pulling out. I knew Doris had had at least three orgasms. When
his cock was out, her ass stayed open... stretched into a huge
hole. A moment later, a huge globe of cum belched out of that
wide open hole and ran down her thighs.
Brett didn't give her a moment to rest. He pulled her head up
and said, "I need to cum Bitch. Suck me and don't stop until I
unload in your mouth and all over your face."
"Watch this," Brandy whispered beside me, her hand now jacking
me off. "When Brett unloads, he fucking drenches the woman.
Watch."
Doris sucked him as he pumped all 10 inches down her throat.
She held his balls and grunted each time the big shaft sank into
her throat and his balls bounced off her chin. I knew Brett was
pretty close to cumming. His cock was rock hard and was twitching
even as Doris sucked it. I could hear his breathing getting more
labored as the seconds went by. Then, I saw his body tense up and
I knew he was going to blow his load. Doris pulled his cock out
of her mouth and pointed it straight at her face while continuing
to stroke it. The first jet of cum flew out of his cock and shot
straight into her open mouth. The second jet splashed all over
her tits. After that, Brett spewed gush after gush over Doris'
face, nose, and tits. She looked like she had been in a circle
jerk when the last of Brett's load dripped into her mouth.
Brandy leaded close and whispered in my ear, "This is going to
continue all afternoon... right up to 5 PM when you normally
leave your office. Do you have your proof? I need to be
fucked... If you won�t take me back to your place and screw me,
I'm going downstairs and joining the party. I've got to have
cock up my cunt and ass."
As we were leaving, I took one more quick look down into the
great room. My wife was still on her knees, cum dripping from
her chin with so much of it covering her chest and tits, she
looked like she had been oiled. Doris was kneeling in front of
her, cum seeping from both her cunt and ass and more covering her
ass cheeks. Brett's sex gun was empty and now only semi-hard.
Carl and Hal seemed ready to fuck the women again.
==========================
I pulled Brandy to her feet and led her out of the house. In
the background, I could still hear my wife and Doris grunting as
the men continued to fuck all their holes. Once outside, I
pulled Brandy to a stop and kissed her. She was so hot from
watching my wife and Doris being fucked that her hips immediately
began hunching against my cock.
"Take off that damn sweater. Get your tits out, Brandy."
She grinned, "I thought you'd never ask, Honey." She made
quick work of the buttons and a moment later handed me both her
bra and her red sweater. Her tits were smaller than either
Traci's or Doris', but they were firm and perfect.
"Now the skirt!"
"Oh god. You're gonna strip me, aren't you, Stud? Let's get
back to the car first, Honey. It's a block away."
"I know, and you're going to be walking that block naked. Take
off your skirt."
I could see Brandy's body trembling at the thought that I was
going to make her walk to the park naked in broad daylight.
Still, she didn't hesitate a second unzipping and removing her
skirt, which she handed me.
"Get on your knees and bend over, you hot Slut. And pull those
panties down around your thighs. If you hurry, I'll let you keep
your panties on when we walk to the car... otherwise you'll be
totally naked. Don't make me tell you again."
Getting onto her knees, Brett's wife pushed her panties down
around her thighs and bent over. Her hot ass looked delicious.
In her bent over position, she did not see me removing my belt.
"I want some information, and I want it right now. How long
have Brett and his clients been fucking my wife?"
From her bent over position, she said, "I'm not sure."
WHACK! The belt left a bright red mark across her ass.
"YYEAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" came Brandy's surprised wail as her hands
flew to her stinging ass.
"How long has Brett been fucking my wife?"
"Five weeks," came the immediate answer.
"He fucked her the first time at the pool like you told me?"
"Yes. She was too hot to resist. Women Brett hits on always
get too hot to resist. He fucks them all."
"And then you seduce their husbands? Right?"
When she didn't respond immediately, there was a swishing noise
and then "WHACK! WHACK!"
"OOHHHH GOD... THAT HURTS! PLEASE... My ass is on fire," she
wailed as her hands rubbed frantically at the two new red stripes
on her ass.
"Well?"
"Yeah. I seduce the husbands. Brett fucks the wives. I fuck
the husbands. Sometimes we do the other way around. This time,
he screwed your wife first."
"And Doris? When did her start fucking her?"
"Three weeks ago. Your wife invited her to come with her when
she visited Brett. Brett had her naked with her legs spread
taking his cock in less than an hour. Then he fucked them both
several times."
"How much longer will Brett continue to screw my wife?"
Brandy never took her eyes off the belt when she answered.
"Usually, Brett fucks a woman a couple of months and then moves
on. So, he'll probably fuck your wife for another month or so.
And hopefully, you'll be fucking me. You are going to fuck me,
aren't you?"
"Bet on it! You can pull up your panties now. Let's go."
"Let me put on my skirt and sweater, please."
WHACK!
"OOOHHHHHHH OOOHHHHH!!"
"I said, let's go. NOW!"
All the way to the car, Brandy did her best to hide behind
trees or whatever was handy. I kept my belt swinging back and
forth to keep her moving. I was hoping some men would see her,
but no one did. Once we were back in my car with her sitting
beside me, I ordered her to lose the panties.
"I want you sitting facing me all the way to my house. Keep
your legs wide open so I can see your hot cunt." I slapped the
belt across the dashboard to emphasize my point.
With the encouragement from my belt, Brandy had her panties off
in record time. "How do you want me," she hissed, apparently
angry, but the wet sheen covering her cunt lips gave her away.
Lean back against the door and hike your legs up in the air.
Keep them wide open so I can see your hot fuck hole."
"Other drivers are going to see me... even the men on the
street will see my legs up in the air... please... let's wait
until.."
Whack! The belt slapped lightly across her thighs. "Last
warning," I cautioned.
Brandy pressed her back against the door and lifted both legs
up in the air. She even reached down and pulled her pussy open
with her fingers. "Can you see it, you Bastard?" she growled.
"Wider and higher with the legs, Slut." She followed orders.
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A half hour later, we were in my master bedroom. I was talking
on my cell phone while Brandy was making garbled sounds in the
background, which wasn't surprising since it was hard for her to
speak through the ball gag planted deeply in her mouth holding it
wide open. Every few minutes, Brandy would make loud screeching
noises as the vibrator made her cunt and clit explode again. I
figured she was begging me with her eyes, but I couldn't be
certain since the black hood covered her eyes.
Jim had answered on the second ring. "Hi, Jim. Brian here.
Got a moment to chat?"
"Sure. What's on your mind."
"Sex. Pure and simple. Have you met Brett and Brandy?"
There was a hesitation followed by, "Yeah. I've met them.
Why?"
"Because Brett has been fucking my wife for five weeks now. I
just found out about it at your party last Saturday. I got
absolute proof this morning. Do you think Brett is also screwing
Doris?"
There was another hesitation followed by, "Yeah, I think he's
fucking her. But I don't know for how long it's been going on."
"You can stop wondering... he's fucking her. This morning
Brandy and I watched from their loft as Brett and two of his
clients porked my wife and Doris several times. They were still
fucking them when we left. He's been fucking your wife for three
weeks, according to Brandy."
"Oh shit! That dirty whore!"
"Don't be too hard on your wife, Jim. Brandy's made it very
clear that Brett can seduce any woman he chooses. Neither of
them had a chance. Have you fucked Brandy yet?"
"She's come on to me, but I wasn't going to get involved with
her just because she claimed her husband was laying my wife.
Have you fucked her?"
"Once... and for the next month, I intend to be in her a lot
more. Right now, I've got her tied up on my bed, ball gagged
with a hood over her head. Her ankles and wrists are both locked
in a spreader and pulled back so far that her feet are behind her
head with her knees on the bed beside her tits. I've got a
vibrator pressing on her clitoris. It's on high, and every few
minutes, her cunt explodes in hard spastic contractions. You
should see it opening and closing... really wild. I'm calling to
see if you want to come over help me fuck the bitch for the rest
of the afternoon. Brett and his friends are going to be fucking
our wives until after 5 PM."
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When Jim entered the bedroom, the bed beneath Brandy's ass was
soaked with her secretions from the numerous orgasms she had
experienced.
"Holy Fuck! That's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Have you
blown a load into her yet?"
"Not yet. Waiting for you. I took her gag off for a few
minutes, and she never stopped begging me to fuck her... any
hole. So she's more than ready."
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As the vibrator hummed away on my throbbing clitoris bringing
me closer and closer to yet another mind-blowing orgasm, I heard
Jim and Brian discussing how they were going to fuck me. Just
listening to them discussing me like I was nothing more than a
piece of meat they had purchased at a slave auction had me
boiling hot. My body shuddered again as I approached another
climax.
"Oh god, I thought Brett was a hot stud. Shit, he's a babe in
the woods compared to Brain. I've already cum more in the last
hour than in the last week... AH AH AH ... UGH UGH UGH... OOOHHH
SHIT... I'm cumming again... aaahhhhh...ooohhhhh... aaahhhhhhh!"
There was no way I could keep my body still. The orgasm just
ripped through my cunt and clit driving them into hard
uncontrollable spasms. I had already spurted six or seven times.
As the orgasm surged through my pussy, I felt like I was going
to lose control of my bladder.
"GGHHAAAAAA.... a cock was shoved into my ass! I grunted and
screamed into the gag Either Jim or Brian was on top of me,
fucking my ass... hard... his balls slapped against my butt each
time he bottomed out inside my ass. I could feel and hear my
heart pounding as my ass took the pounding of the cock. Whoever
was fucking me came deep inside my hole and then pulled out.
Moments later, the other guy, Brian or Jim, took his turn
inside my upturned ass hole. Now thoroughly lubricated and
stretched, the cock slid into me easily and sank deep into my ass
tube. Someone put the vibrator back on my clit as the cock
pumped me... it was too much for any woman to take. My holes
went into hard contractions, squeezing the cock that was fucking
me. With my ass throbbing on his cock, it only took a minute or
so before I felt him pumping in another load of cum.
After that fucking, the men released my wrists and removed my
ball gag. They left me tied on the bed, however, with my legs
spread and their cum seeping out of my ass. Before they left,
Jim said, "Pull your ass open, Brandy, so we can see the cum
loads in you."
When the two men returned, they caught me finger fucking my
cunt. "Oh god... please. I need cock in my cunt. You've both
fucked my ass... do my cunt now. Please!"
Both men laughed, but it wasn't the least bit funny to me. I
needed cock... oh god... did my cunt ever need cock! The two men
untied me, and I grabbed Brian and tried to mount his hard cock,
but he pushed me down onto the bed on my back making me wait. I
couldn't keep my hips still. I could feel the secretions gushing
from my overheated vagina. I had watched my husband and his
clients fucking Traci and Doris all morning and then had my ass
fucked for an hour. My cunt was on fire!
Just when I was about to start screaming for someone to fuck
me, Jim crawled onto the bed, shoved my legs apart, and mounted
me.
"Ready?"
"Oh hell yes! I'm going crazy. Fuck me... hard! Give it
t...." My words were cut off as Jim pushed his cock into my
vagina... three inches entered and stretched me... then four...
then five. He kept feeding me his cock. I heard a high-pitched
female screech of passion and realized it was me screaming at him
to give me more... more... more. And the hot stud did just that.
Pulling back, he gave it to me again... this time ramming all 7
and a half inches of dick into me. His hands thrust under my
ass, held me position, as he began fucking me like a wild bull.
I was totally helpless as my cunt convulsed around him. When I
felt two of his fingers thrusting into my already dilated
asshole, it only added to the intensity of the spasms ripping
through my pussy.
"Oohhhh you hot fucker... you're making me cum... give it to
me... screw my hot cunt, Jim. Fuck me like Brett's been fucking
your wife. Screw his wife hard," I screamed.
I lost track of the how long Jim fucked me... and I lost track
of the number of times he made me cum. All I knew was I loved
the way he was fucking me, and when he blew his huge load into my
cunt, I exploded again.
Abruptly, I felt him being pulled off of my body. "Nooo...
don't... please... stay on me... in me, and fuck me again...
Please!"
It did me no good. His weight lifted and he was gone. But a
second later, another fresh randy male was between my thighs
slamming his hard meat into my cum-filled sex cylinder. Opening
my eyes, I saw Brian was now on me... fucking me.
"OOOHHhhhh... yesssss!" I howled. "Fuck the shit out of me.
You saw my husband screwing your wife... now fuck his wife. Make
her beg... make her scream... fuck her full of your hot load,
Honey... oohhhh god... that's so damn good! Aaaahhh...
aaahhhhh.. harder... fuck it harder, stud!"
Brian lasted about as long as Jim before he emptied his balls
into my throbbing vagina. After we had cum together, the three
of us rested on the bed and I fell asleep.
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I don't know how long I was asleep before the thrusting of
cocks in and out of my cunt and ass woke me up. "You hot
Bastards... taking my ass and cunt at the same time... using me
like a sex slave... well... I am... you can fuck me anytime...
any hole... FUCK ME HARD... SHOOT IN ME AT THE SAME TIME!" I
screamed at them as they buffeted my body back and forth between
them... each man treating me like a hot fuck hole, cum dump.
At 5 PM, Brian pulled me to my feet. I was still naked and cum
was running out of both my ass and pussy. From there, it was
cascading down my thighs in thick rivers. The two men loaded me
into their car naked. They did give me a towel to put between my
legs so I wouldn't soil the seats. When we arrived back at my
house, Brian stopped the car and waited for me to get out.
"You expect me to come home naked with cum running out of all
my holes?"
"Look at it this way, Brandy. Brett is probably driving my
wife home right now. So he won't be in the house. Just run in
and make yourself presentable. Better hurry. He may come home
at any time.
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On Monday afternoon, Brandy called me at my office. My
secretary informed me that a Mrs. Coxford was calling and asking
to speak with me.
"Please put her through, Susan."
When my phone connected, I waited a moment for the sound of
Susan hanging up her phone. "Hi, Brandy. What's up besides my
cock?"
"I thought you might like to take off work and come over. Your
wife and Doris are entertaining Brett and three new clients of
his. It's wild. None of the men can get enough of Doris and
your hot wife."
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
"I'll meet you at the same place."
"No. That won't be necessary. Meet me at your front door. No
more spying. I'll just join the other men for a bit, and then
we'll take off."
"Wow! Your wife is going to be shocked. She has no idea that
you know that she and Doris are Brett's personal whores."
"Time she found out, don't you think?"
"Oh, that's hot. You may not want to spy, but I do. I'm going
to be up in the loft watching, but don't tell the others."
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Brandy met me at the front door as I had requested. "What are
you going to do?" she asked, more than a little curious.
"Not much. Just talk to my wife for a bit... I won't even
disturb the guy fucking her. You can go up to the loft and spy
if you want, but I'll be in and out of there in less than five
minutes. I'll meet you here."
After leaving Brandy, I walked straight to the great room. The
scene was similar to one I'd seen last week, but with three men
instead of two, it was even hotter.
Brett had my wife bent over the back of the sofa. She was
naked, and I could see that her ankles were tied to the legs at
the end of the couch, spreading her wide open and making certain
that she stayed that way. She was blindfolded and had her head
resting on the sofa's seat. With her head down and her ankles
tied to the legs of the sofa, her cunt and ass were in perfect
fucking position. One of Brett's clients stood behind my wife
holding her hips as he plowed his cock in and out of one of her
holes. From my position, I couldn't tell whether he had it in
her pussy or ass. Traci was moaning softly and occasionally
grunting when the guy rammed her really hard.
I wasn't surprised with everyone ignored me. Brett and the
other two clients were busy fucking all three of Doris' sex
holes. The guy buried in my wife just assumed I was another
client waiting for a turn in the hot blonde's cunt.
I sat down on the sofa beside my wife's head and, for a moment,
listened to her passionate cries as the cock pumped her. Leaning
close, I whispered in her ear.
"You are the sexiest, hottest woman I have ever seen. The way
you are right now is they way I've dreamed about you're being
with me."
"Brian? Oh god! NO! Please NO!"
"Ssshhh... be quiet. The guy fucking you is about to cum.
Don't ruin it for him. Don't worry... every thing will be all
right. We'll talk when you get home this evening. Just enjoy
the sex."
"I don't understand... oh god, Brian... I ... "
"The only things you need to understand is that I love you and
I really love the new you. I'll see you at home around 5:30."
I got up and left the house. Brandy was waiting for me at the
front door. "You were right. That took less than five minutes.
I'm surprised. Wanna go some where and fuck me, Honey?"
"That's a fantastic invitation, but I have some things I have
to do this afternoon before Traci comes home. Can I have a rain
check?"
"Any time, Lover... a rain check or anything else you might
want."
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It was 6:40 before my wife entered the front door of our house.
She smelled fresh and was smartly dressed. Obviously, she had
taken time to bathe, thoroughly clean her body, put on new
makeup, and change clothes before coming home. She was
nervous... very nervous, and afraid that I planned to beat and
whip her. There was no doubt in her mind that our marriage was
over as I would soon announce my intention to divorce her.
Before she could speak, I said, "Sit down, Darling. I have
several things to say and then I want to listen to what you have
to say in response."
Encouraged by my addressing her as "Darling", she smiled weakly
and took a seat on the other side of the room. "Please, sit
beside me. I would like to have you near me."
When my wife took a seat at the far end of the couch, I began.
"Over the last week or so, Brandy has filled me in on all the
details of how Brett seduced you in the pool at his house and
later how he did the same to Doris as you watched. She described
in great detail how handsome, confident, and virile he is...
how he just oozes masculine sex appeal. She also told me about
his incredibly seductive technique and his huge, thick 10 and a
half inch cock. She even took pains to tell me not to fault you
for spreading your legs for him because, as she put it, Brett can
seduce any woman he wants."
My wife interrupted, "Oh, Honey. I'm so sorry... that's not
true... I'm just a dirty slut."
"I'm not finished. Don't interrupt until I've said my piece."
When Traci nodded, I continued. "At first, I didn't believe any
of it. I didn't believe that you would let another man fuck you.
You've always been very conservative with me... often refusing
to have sex more than once or twice a week." I saw the
expression of pain and regret spreading across my wife's face,
but I quickly continued.
"I certainly didn't believe that Brett could be that seductive
and appealing to women. But then Brandy took me to their house.
We hid in the loft last week while you and Doris had sex with
Brett and two other men... for hours and hours. Brett's cock was
every bit as large as Brandy had said, and he is handsome, and
obviously very virile... he fucked both you several times each."
My wife nodded, shamefaced. I saw two tears rolling down her
cheeks. I went on. "But you were just as wild and passionate
with the other two men as you were with Brett. I decided that it
wasn't Brett at all... it was the fact that you're an incredibly
passionate woman who loves sex and loves it with multiple
partners. Brett just broke open your protective shell of being a
conservative, prime, and proper wife that you had shielded
yourself with for years. Once that shell was removed, the true
Traci emerged... a hot, beautiful, sensuous, lusty woman who
loves men and cock. And that fantastically sexy woman is my
wife! I fucking love it! It's what I've wanted and dreamed
about having my entire adult life."
"That's my entire story. Now I have two questions for you and
I can't even begin to tell you how nervous I am over what you're
going to say. First, do you still love me? Do you want to be my
wife even though I'm not as handsome, as sexy as Brett and only
have an eight and half inch cock? Second, if you do still want
me, can we have an entirely new lifestyle ... sensuous... hot...
erotic... with each other and with other partners, but without
cheating?" I stopped speaking and waited.
Traci stared at me for a long time in silence. Our roles had
been switched. When she had come home, she was shaking with
fear; now it was me who was shaking with fear. She saw my body
trembling, her eyes opened wide in surprise, and then a beautiful
smile appeared on her face. Quickly, she closed the distance
between us and crushed her mouth against mine. Her tongue
demanded entrance and, of course, I gave it to her. It was the
most important and hottest kiss my wife had ever given me.
Slowly, my body stopped shaking and I kissed her back with equal
fervor.
When we reluctantly moved apart a full minute or so later,
Traci kissed both of my eyes and gave me her answers.
"I don't even begin to understand how you could have possibly
figured out what had happened to me. Almost any other man in the
world would have just consulted a lawyer about getting rid of his
whore wife. I've always desired sex... hot, erotic, sensuous
sex... sex with many men. When you were at work, I would
masturbate every day fantasizing about numerous men fucking me...
using me. Then when you would come home, I would feel ashamed of
what I had done. To compensate, I pretended to be a very proper
and reserved wife. I was afraid if I let myself go with you,
you'd realize that you had married a whorish slut."
"Darling, didn't you..."
"Hush! It's my turn. I need to tell you this. This would
have gone on forever if Brett hadn't seduced me that afternoon at
his house and then in his pool. Brandy exaggerates his appeal to
women, but I was already a closet slut, so he had little trouble
getting me to spread my legs for him. And once I did, as you
say, the shell was broken and I couldn't get enough cock. I was
wearing him out, so he brought in some of his clients to fuck me.
Then he seduced Doris who's just as much of a closet slut as I
am, and both of us started entertaining his clients. Of course,
with you, I continued to be the prim and proper wife. So many,
many times I wanted to be a hot slut with you, but I was afraid
you'd divorce me."
Traci fell silent collecting her thoughts. "Now, I'll answer
your questions. First, I love you more than ever now. I would
die if you divorced me. And don't you ever sell yourself short
as a man, as a lover, as a stud. You're just awesome! And for
your information, Honey, an eight and a half inch cock is one
huge cock! And you're now talking to a woman who knows cocks."
We both laughed at that comment.
"As to your second question, I would love... just love... to
have an entirely new lifestyle ... sensuous... hot... erotic...
with each other and with other partners. And I swear, I will
never cheat on you again. I expect to have a lot of different
cocks while you're enjoying a lot of different pussies, but no
cheating! Ever!"
"Now I have a question for you? Will you take me to bed and
fuck me... I mean really fuck me like a hot whore."
"Absolutely! But first, I want to take you to dinner and
dancing at a hot club. I'm afraid I took the liberty of boxing
up all your prim and proper clothes this afternoon. The boxes
are still in the garage if you want to keep some or all of them.
After cleaning out your closet, I spent two hours at Victoria's
Secret buying you a hot new wardrobe. I have also arranged for
you to have $250 per month line of credit at Victoria's to buy
anything else you might like. Tonight, to initiate our new
lifestyle, I hope you wear something just outrageously sexy. And
don't count on getting much sleep tonight, you delicious,
big-titted, hot slut."
My wife grinned, but then looked at me suspiciously. "How did
you know I would say yes to your two questions? How did you know
that I wouldn't want to run off with Brett and his big cock?"
"I didn't know. I took a chance... but aI'm always going to
risk every thing to keep the woman I love... my wife."
One of my wife's hands moved to her breasts, the other to her
pussy. "I don't know if I can wait to get your cock into me,
Darling."
"Go get dressed... surprise me."
While my wife was changing, I heard her say, "Oh my god... I
love these outfits... they're all sooo hot... so sexy." The she
yelled loud enough for me to hear in the den, "Honey. I
absolutely love these clothes. I've wanted to wear things like
this for years. I hope you're ready to take out a hot wife,
Baby, cause every guy who sees me is gonna know that your wife is
a slut. Tell me truth, will that bother you?"
I yelled back just as loudly: "Come in her and feel my
hard-on, Traci, and you'll get a good idea how much it bothers
me."
She hurried out of the bedroom at my invitation. "Oh fuck!
Are you really hard, Brian? Really?"
I stood, unzipped my pants, and with some difficulty, extracted
my rigid, eight-plus inch cock. The head was swollen and purple,
already leaking fluids.
"That answer your question?" I grinned.
My wife stared at my erection and squeezed both tits. "Do you
like my outfit? You should. You bought it for me."
All my wife was wearing was a tight, white top, a pair of blue
denim short shorts with a black belt, and knee-high black boots
with a 5-inch heel. It was obvious she wore no bra. "I did, but
it didn't look one-tenth as hot on the rack as it looks on you.
God! Your tits look like they're gonna tear that flimsy top
apart if you take a deep breath. And those shorts... jezz...
they don't even cover your ass cheeks. Are you wearing any
panties?"
"I'm not going to tell you, Honey. Maybe later. You ready?"
We decided to have dinner at a popular sports bar because we
both knew there would be a lot of men there. On the way into the
bar, Traci dropped her handbag. It flew open when it hit the
pavement scattering its contents.
"I'll get it," I said gallantly.
My wife glared at me. "I can manage myself, Darling. Just
stand at the door."
The commotion and my wife's sexy body had attracted a lot of
attention. This increased when she bent over at the waist to
pick up her bag and retrieve all the contents. It took over a
minute. Bent over as she was, the tiny crotch band of her shorts
had no chance to cover her entire cunt. It pulled aside
revealing one lip and her slit. She wasn't wearing any panties.
When she finally stood up with her bag, I opened the door for her
and followed her inside.
"Did you like my show, Darling?"
"I loved it. So did a dozen other men."
"Are you hard?"
"Feel me."
"MMmmmm... oh fuck. It feels like a steel bar."
"It is, you hot beautiful slut."
"Let's eat."
As we walked through the restaurant to our table, every guy in
the place was staring at my wife with undisguised lust. If the
women were with a guy, they looked like they wanted to claw her
eyes out. The women who were there with other women, looked at
Traci with open lust just like the men. <BR><BR>
At the table, my wife leaned over and said, "I'm so hot, my
cunt is throbbing, Honey. Every guy here looks like they want to
fuck me."
"That's because they all do."
There were two pool tables in the place, and after dinner, I
suggested that we play some pool rather than go dancing. My wife
was surprised since she's not a good player. So I added, "Maybe
we should just go dancing. If we play pool, you'll have to bend
way over to get to the cue ball and maybe even lift your leg, and
in those shorts, I don't have to tell you what will happen."
A big grin spread all over my wife's face. "Fuck the dancing,"
she said. "Let's play pool."
By the time we had played two games, there were a dozen men
watching us. Since neither of us were very good, it was obvious
they weren't watching hoping to get pointers on how to play the
game. Instead of trying to score points by making shots, I would
deliberately miss and leave the cue ball in a position that
forced my wife to bend over to make her shot. Sometimes, the cue
ball was so far out of reach, she had to put the knee of one leg
up on the edge of the table and then lean way over. I knew the
position completely exposed her cunt.
After we finished the second game, Traci said quietly, "They
all want to fuck me. I can feel their lust."
"I know. I'm surprised they haven't approached you."
"That's because I'm with my husband... but if you were to leave
for five or ten minutes, I probably wouldn't be here when you got
back."
"Do you want me to go to the men's room and then stop by the
bar for a beer?"
"Only if that's what you want. You already know that I'm hot
as fire now."
"I want to have you in bed with me tonight... I want to fuck
you... ravish you. If you'll be gone half the night, I don't
want that."
"I'll tell the guy, we've only got 15 minutes before you're
done in the rest room and are back with our beers."
"Ok." Then, in a louder voice, "I need to hit the men's room,
Honey. Be about ten minutes. Would you like me to pick some
beer before I come back?"
"Oh yeah. All this playing has me thirsty. Coors light,
please."
I walked away toward the men's room but made a sharp right once
I was out of sight of the pool table. I exited through a side
door to the parking lot and while I waited, I checked my watch
for the time... 15 minutes or so was the limit. In less than a
minute, I saw Traci with two guys hurrying toward the back of the
lot. My wife stopped near one of the lights, and I heard her
say. "Here. Do it to me right here. Hurry! We only have 14
minutes or so. Use these," she said, handing each guy a condom
pack.
I moved as close as I could with risking being seen. Traci
bent over with her head around her knees, reached back, and
pulled the crotch band of her shorts aside to bare her cunt.
One of the two men quickly unzipped his pants and got his cock
out. Even from where I was, I could see he already had a massive
erection from all my wife's teasing. Slipping the condom over
his rigid rod, he held her hips steady and pressed the cock head
against her opening.
"OOohhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssss," I heard my wife hiss as it sank
into her the slick, wet cauldron of her cunt. There was no
foreplay, the man immediately began fucking my wife with hard
driving strokes. Traci continued to grunt and moan until
finally, she husked, "ooohhh fuckk....cumminggg... cumming!"
I knew the guy wanted to prolong the fucking but the guy
waiting his turn and my wife's throbbing pussy prevented that. I
heard his masculine grunt of satisfaction and saw his hips making
short, hard strokes against my wife's backside as he pumped his
cum into the latex sheathe.
"Hurry up, Man. Get out of her. We've only got a few minutes
left."
The first guy moved away to allow his friend to take his place
behind the hot woman who was still bent over waiting for more
cock. As soon as he was behind my wife, he opened her shorts and
jerked them down below her knees. I heard him whisper urgently,
"Get on down on yur knees, Babe. Get that hot ass up in the air.
Gonna do you doggy."
There wasn't enough time to argue. Traci lowered her knees to
the ground, bent over, and arched her ass high.
"UUUgghhhhhhhhhh.... yessss.... stick it in meeeeeeeee," I heard
her cry.
The guy pumped in and out of her with hard, fast strokes.
"Ung.. Ung Ung ," came the rough, harsh grunts of the male
that mixed with the softer moans of the female, "ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah..."
"Oh shit, Here it comes! Bitch. Big fuck load going in!"
"AAAHHHHH... I can feel your cock throbbing ... shooting.
OOOhhhhhhhhhh... YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!"
I hurried back inside with my two beers and waited near the
pool table for my wife to return. It only took her a couple of
minutes since all she had to do was pull up her shorts. She was
still breathing hard when we left the sports bar 10 minutes
later.
When I told Traci that I had watched, she got hot all over
again. She wanted to know what turned me on the most... what
didn't I like so she wouldn't do it again. When it came my turn,
I asked her what she liked most about it... if she was angry that
I watched. She said she wished she had known I was watching as
that would have made it even hotter for her.
When we got home, we raced each other to our bedroom, dropping
our clothes all along the way. Traci flung herself onto the bed
on her back, and jacked her legs wide open. The sight of her
freshly-fucked, stretched pussy drove me wild. Socking my face
into her sex saddle, I clamped my mouth onto her gaping hole and
began to suck the juices from her throbbing cunt. As I sucked,
my tongue lashed her clitoris repeatedly bringing howls of
delight from my hot wife.
"Oh you hot Bastard. Suck my fuck juice out of me, Honey.
Clean your slutty wife," Traci moaned as her hips thrust wildly
against my face. She had her first orgasm within a minute. Her
second one followed two minutes later.
When I mounted her, she couldn't keep her hips still. "Please,
Darling... I can't wait any longer... don't tease me... please.
I need it. Fuck me, Darling."
"I'm trying to, you sexy witch. Hold still so I can get into
you."
"I can't... ohhhhh ... too hot... I can't... do something...
please."
I pressed her hips into the mattress so she couldn't move so
easily and drove my sex spike into the wet, stretched hole of her
hungry cunt. She exploded in orgasm instantly. I gave her hard,
fast, deep strokes for a minute. Her pussy was already beginning
to throb, and I knew that two or three more strokes into her hot
cunt would bring me off. Abruptly, I pulled out of her and
quickly moved downward to attack her engorged clitoris with my
lips and tongue.
When I suctioned the swollen organ into my mouth and worked it
with my lips, her pussy whooshed air. When my tongue attacked
her clit, she could take no more. I felt her vagina contracting
in a hard spasm, her hips rose a foot off the bed, and her juices
spurted all over my face and the bed sheets.
I let her recover from her intense climax before driving my
iron-hard cock back into her cunt. Her eyes flew open in
amazement. "My god, Brian, you're harder than ever. You must be
9 inches. I feel like I have a huge log fucking me.
aaaahhhhhhh... ram me, Stud. Fuck your hot whore!"
I got her off twice more before my load rose up from my balls
and fired point blank into the deep recesses of her throbbing
vagina. It seemed to me like I was never going to stop throbbing
and shooting. Even after all the semen was inside my wife, my
cock continued to throb and pulse.
After that, we rested. I was still gasping for breath when
Traci got up and went off to the kitchen. When she returned, she
had a platter of wine, crackers, and cheese. "For my hot
lover... he's gonna need all the nourishment and strength he can
get tonight."
I kissed her softly. "I love you, Darling... and I'm just wild
over the way you look, the hot, passionate way you act."
"I'm sorry, Darling... really sorry."
"Why? Didn't you enjoy tonight?" I asked now fearful of her
answer.
"I loved it. And I love the way you fuck me. I'm just sorry
for wasting so many years of our lives with my ridiculous prim
and proper behavior. I was so concerned that you wouldn't think
I was a lady, I forgot about being a real woman for you. That's
never going to happen again. I promise."
I smiled, and my newly awakened hot wife asked, "This whole
evening has been for my benefit so far. I've gotten every thing.
It's time that you got something that you want. Pick something,
Darling. Anything. If you want to fuck me out on the front lawn
with me naked, let's go. What would you like?"
"I'm afraid to ask."
"No more of that stuff... ever. Do you hear me! I know
you've been afraid to tell me anything because all I would ever
do was say no and then criticize you for being so dirty minded.
But we've got a new lifestyle now. Tell me anything you want,
Darling. Please."
"All right. You've never wanted me to fuck you in the ass.
When I did it to you last week, I knew you hated it. You've
always said I was way too big and that it would hurt... tear you
apart. I certainly don't want to hurt you and I really don't
want to tear you apart. But..."
"SSSssshhh... don't say another word. I just made that stuff
up because I thought no nice woman would permit anal sex. Well,
I'm not a nice lady now... I'm your hot slut, and I want your big
cock in my ass just as much as you want to put it there. Give me
10 minutes in the bathroom. I'll clean up, give myself an enema,
and put in some lubricant. Then, my ass is yours, Lover. And
from now on, Honey.."
"Yes?"
"From now on, I'll have my ass and pussy both ready for use
anytime you or other men want to use them. No more of these
breaks to go do what I should have done before we left for dinner
tonight."
Twenty minutes later, Traci and I were both screaming in the
hot ecstasy of our first real ass fuck. She was tight and hot...
she squeezed my cock like I had never felt it squeezed before.
One of us worked her clitoris continuously. She told me later
that she had cum four times before I poured my load into my
beautiful wife's ass.
That night we slept soundly and peacefully curled up in each
other's arms with my cock deeply embedded inside my wife's pussy.
We both dreamed of the wonderfully exciting evening we had just
had and thought about delights yet to come.
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I just getting ready to leave the office to get a small snack
for lunch the following Wednesday when Susan's light flashed on
my phone.
"Yes, Susan?"
"Your wife is on the phone and wants to speak with you, Mr.
Bratley.
"Thank you, Susan. Please put her through."
Again I waited until I heard Susan's phone hang up, and then
said, "Hi, Honey. Is every thing Ok?"
"Every thing is wonderful, Darling. Absolutely wonderful.
Brett called me this morning and wants me to come to his house
again this afternoon at 1:00 PM."
"And?"
"I told him that I don't do that any longer unless you're cool
with it. I'm supposed to call him back."
"You want to go don't you?"
"You know I do."
"Then you'd better call Brett back right now before he cancels
the party for lack of 'entertainers'." Traci laughed at my
characterization, and I joined her.
"Anything else you need to know?" I asked.
"Yes. Are you hard?"
"Like stone. I was going out for lunch when you called now
I'll have to wait until this erection subsides."
"Why do you have to wait?"
"There's no way I could get past Susan without her seeing it."
"So?"
"She's married."
"So?"
"So, I'm not sure."
"I am. She's female and she would love to see it...
particularly if she thinks she's the cause of it."
"She's not."
"You know that, Darling, and I know that, but lovely, sexy
Susan doesn't. Have you ever fucked her?"
"No... never."
"I think it's time you corrected that oversight, Darling."
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That evening at dinner, my wife looked positively radiant.
"You look fantastic, Traci. You've been going to Brett's
partys for weeks, but you've never come home glowing and radiant
like now. What happened?"
"You happened, Darling. For the first time, I was able to
enjoy the sex without feeling like a cheating whore, but mostly,
I realized how marvelous a stud and husband you are. Every time
one of the men fucked me, I had one or two orgasms, but they just
weren't in your league. Before the party was half over, I was
thinking about how much I wanted you between my legs."
I couldn't keep the big grin off my face. "Wow! That's the
nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, and I mean it!"
"Now it's your turn, Darling. I've been dying to know all
afternoon. Did you fuck Susan today?"
"I tried but no, I didn't get into her."
"She turned you down? I'm shocked... really shocked. I've
always thought that she was smarter than that. Tell me what
happened."
"I stopped to give her my schedule for the afternoon after you
called. My erection had my pants sticking out several inches.
She couldn't take her eyes off of it."
"I couldn't have either. Go on." I saw m wife's hand move
below the table.
"Are you playing with your pussy," I asked.
"Oh yes! Go on... please."
"When I saw Susan staring at my bulge, I said, "I hope my
erection doesn't offend you, Susan. I wanted to get some lunch
and I knew that I wouldn't have time if I waited for it to go
away."
"What gave it to you?" she asked, never looking away from my
tented pants.
I followed your advice and told her, "You did. It often
happens, but usually I can wait until it subsides so you don't
see it and get embarrassed."
"Oh... that's good. Really good. What did she say?"
She asked how she caused it. I said, "Have you looked at
yourself in the mirror lately? You're gorgeous, and I've been
fantasizing about you for a long time. It just got me so hard
today, that I couldn't get rid of this. I hope you aren't
angry."
She was still staring at my erection when she asked me, "How
big is it? It looks huge."
"A little more than average... eight and a half inches...
pretty thick."
"And she still resisted after you said that?"
"Well, Yes and No. I heard her give a soft gasp, and then she
asked why I had never told her how much she excited me. I said
something about sexual harassment lawsuits and not wanting to
offend her."
"And?"
She lowered her voice and said, "You must be in pain with an
erection like that most of the morning. I'd love to take care of
it for you, Brian, but I'm having my period and can't do you the
usual way. But there's nothing wrong with my mouth."
"When I didn't reply, she got up, put the 'out to lunch' sign
on the door and locked it. Then, she led me back into my office
and gave me a blowjob."
"Dirty Slut," my wife said with a smile. "Did you make the hot
Bitch strip?"
"She took every thing off except her panties, garter belt,
stockings and heels. I sat in my chair while she knelt between
my legs and sucked me. When she had me moaning, she told me that
when her period was over, she'd do me with her cunt."
"Oh fuck... I'm about to cum," my wife moaned.
"Stop! I want you boiling hot when I fuck you."
"Bastard!"
"Before I get so turned on by your luscious body that I forget,
I want to ask you about a party Saturday night. Can we have a
poker party Saturday night with you, Doris, and Brandy serving as
the waitresses and as the entertainment? I thought we could
invite Jim and Brett, and have him bring three or four of his
clients. What do you think?"
"Oh god... just thinking about that is gonna make me cum,
Darling. I'm sorry... can't help it. My cunt's on fire."
My wife doubled over at the table as her body began shaking.
She moaned softly as the orgasm rippled through her pussy and
upward to her belly.
I waited until her trembling ebbed and said, "I think that was
a 'yes'." Again, we both laughed.
"You used condoms with the guys at the sports bar, Honey. Do
we need to use them at the party?"
"No. Doris and I are on the pill. Haven't you been fucking
Brandy bareback?"
"Yeah, she's on the pill too. I was thinking more of STDs."
"If we just invite Jim and Brett, there's no problem there."
"What about his clients?"
"Oh. I thought you knew... I thought Brandy had told you.
Brett makes his clients go to the clinic and get tested before he
lets them join our parties. Didn't you notice that they were all
fucking us bareback?"
"I did, but didn't figure it out. So there's no problem? I'll
set up the party."
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There was no problem setting up the party. I never thought
there would be. A man would have to be gay or nearly dead to
pass up a chance to play erotic games with and fuck three
gorgeous, married women. By 8 PM, Jim, Brett, and his three
clients, Martin, Todd, and Leon were all sitting around the
dining room table getting ready to start the game while our three
hostesses brought food and drink.
Earlier I had asked Traci if she had fucked Martin, Todd, or
Leon at other parties.
"No. They must be new clients. I haven't seen them before.
They do look cute though, don't they?"
"How about Leon?"
"MMmmmmmm...," was my wife's reply.
"Have you had black cock before?"
"No, but I think I'll get some tonight," she had teased.
All three women were dressed hot. I was almost fully hard
before we had even started, and I was almost certain that the
other five men were equally hard. Brandy's outfit was nothing
more than a see-through, black mesh top that completely exposed
both of her firm tits. Below the top, she wore a red thong,
black, thigh-high stockings, and strapless plastic sandals with a
5-inch heel. She was a walking wet dream.
Doris had on black crotchless pantyhose and matching black
heels. The tight sheathe she wore just barely covered her ass.
I was surprised to see that my wife was the most conservatively
dressed of the three women in her white dress with spaghetti
straps. The dress just barely covered her tits. Underneath, she
was naked save for a patterned thong and 5-inch black heels with
matching black straps.
For an hour or so, we played some Texas hold'em poker for small
stakes as the women waited on us, bringing food and drink, and
then standing close to the table so the men could feel and caress
them whenever they tired of the game. But by the end of an hour,
none of us had any further interest in the poker game. All of
our interests were directed at what the three wives had between
their sexy legs.
Gradually, the game broke up into groups while the women
circulated from one group to the next. Jim and Todd were by the
patio door when Brandy approached wiggling her hips as her
breasts bounced beneath her transparent top. I saw Todd say
something to the hot brunette. She smiled and dropped to her
knees in front of him. Quickly, she opened his pants and took
out his fully erect cock. I thought he was about 7 inches.
While Todd continued to talk to Jim, Brandy took his organ in
her mouth and pushed her lips all the way down his rigid shaft.
When she had his shaft all the way into her throat, Todd looked
down at her, put his hand to the back of her head, and forced her
mouth into the pubic hair at his groin. I could see the bulge
his cockhead made in her throat each time it entered.
At the same time, Jim told her to stand up. Somehow keeping
Todd's cock buried in her throat, Brandy struggled to her feet.
Now that she was standing, she had to bend over at the waist to
suck Todd's prick. When her position satisfied Jim, he stripped
her red thong down her thighs, took out his erect cock, and
rammed it into Brandy's cunt. She grunted as it sank into her,
but the sound was muffled by the big cock that filled her mouth
and throat.
Jim fucked her steadily while Todd kept his rod buried deep
inside Brandy's throat as he pumped it back and forth in short
strokes. The two men fucked Brett's wife for some time before
Todd's body stiffened. I saw her throat working frantically to
swallow his huge cum load. She was gasping for breath when Todd
finally pulled his semi-hard rod out of her mouth. By this time,
Jim as banging her hard and fast... his thrusts shortened as his
buttocks clamped down hard sending thick streams of sperm and
semen into the bottom of Brandy's dilated vagina.
He let his rod soak in her cunt until his erection subsided.
When he pulled out, Brandy remained in her bent over posture as
two thick globs of white cum belched out of her hole and formed a
long cum rope dangling from her clit. It swung back and forth
erotically between Brandy's thighs.
Martin and Brett had my wife sandwiched between them by one of
the couches in the den. They must have stripped her dress off
while I was watching Jim and Todd screwing Brandy because she was
now naked save for her heels. Both men had shed their pants and
shorts somewhere. Their cocks were hardened steel bars that
jerked spastically in the air in hot lust for my wife's cunt and
ass. Precum was leaking from the tips.
I heard Brett tell my wife to sit down on the couch. When she
did, Martin tilted her head back and shoved his cock into her
mouth while Brett finger fucked her.
Leon was lying on the floor naked, his black cock a rigid
stalagmite. He had Doris kneeling over him, sucking his prick as
she played with his balls. I watched as the cock sank deeper and
deeper into Doris until I heard her gag. Leon grabbed her head
and forced it down so that his cock drove down her throat. When
her gagging stopped, she began sucking him so hard that her
cheeks alternately hollowed and then released.
Abruptly, Leon withdrew his cock from her mouth, flipped her
over onto her hands and knees, got behind her and drove his thick
black spike into her ass. She howled as the thick phallus forced
her asshole open and sank deep into her bowels. Leon fucked the
moaning wife for some time before he blew his load into her.
Just as Leon was unloading into Doris' ass, I heard the now
familiar sounds my wife always made when she was taking cock.
Looking over, I saw that Brett was fucking my wife's ass while
she sucked Martin. He had it all the way down her throat, and
Brett was soon going to have his entire shaft deep inside my
wife's ass.
As I watched, he was sinking it deeper and deeper. With 7
inches buried, he stopped, pulled six inches out, snapped his
hips forward with power and drove 10 inches of cock into my wife.
She grunted as he impaled her. Once it was buried, the two men
fucked her fore and aft, harder and harder until about 18 inches
of cock were screwing her.
I saw that Doris's pussy was now vacant as Leon had gone off
searching for another hot white cunt to fuck. She was lying on
the floor on her stomach, breathing hard, as a steady stream of
semen ran from her dilated ass hole. I got down beside her and
whispered, "I've wanted to fuck you for years, Doris. Are you
too tired now?"
Raising up on one elbow, she smiled and asked, "Why didn't you
do it to me. There must have been two or three dozen times when
we were together alone. I was hoping and praying that you'd take
me to the bedroom and fuck me or just bend me over and give it to
me. I can't wait to feel your big cock in me, Brian. But will
you take me to the bedroom before you fuck me? This floor is
really hard on a girl's ass and knees."
I carried her to the nearest bedroom and left the door open in
case anyone wanted to join us. She rolled onto her back and
welcomed me with open arms and wide open legs. As my hips socked
firmly into her sex saddle, she moaned in anticipation and lifted
her pelvis in invitation. I pushed forward and felt the head of
my cock slip between the wet, hot folds of her cunt. I was right
on her hole and just gentle pressure was enough to start my cock
on its delicious journey down her throbbing cunt.
"OOooohhhh god... that feels so good," we both said in
unison... almost as if we had rehearsed it. Laughing now, I
pushed in deeper, and again, we both groaned with the exquisite
sensation of iron-hard cock entering a wildly throbbing vagina.
I felt my cock thud against her womb... I pushed harder and it
moved back to make room for my last inch of cock. I had all
eight and a half inches buried in Jim's wife, and I loved it.
Doris tightened her legs about my hips and locked her ankles.
"Now I've got you where I've wanted you for years, Darling.
We're going to do this a lot from now on, aren't we?"
"At least several times a week. I think Jim is just as anxious
to fuck my wife and I've been to have you."
"Oh he is... he asked me before we came over if we could swing
together regularly... I said I'd think about it," Doris said
giggling. "After all, I don't want my husband to know that I've
been lusting after your body for years, Honey. Now, enough
talk. Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! Pump me, Stud. I'm
already about to cum." I put her legs up on my shoulders and
began ramming her. She came immediately and I wasn't far behind.
For the next two hours, the three women stayed naked or at most
wore stockings and heels as they circulated from one group of men
to another. Every time one of our wives would pass some of the
men, they would pull her to one of the couches or into one of the
bedrooms for more sex. The party had even spread to our living
room where I saw Brandy bent over on the love seat, her ass high
in the air, wiggling it to attract one or more of the men. She
didn't have to wait long.
As soon as Leon and Martin saw Brett's wife not occupied and
with her sex holes both wet, open, and ready, they were all over
her. I wondered who would get her first. The answer was
neither. Leon slipped beneath her and drove his huge phallus up
into her waiting cunt hole. "OOOHHHHHH fuckkkkkkkkkkk... you're
huge, Leon. Be still ... let me get used to that monster, Baby."
While she was still trying to get used to Leon's dick up her
cunt, Martin mounted her hips, aligned his cock with her asshole,
and thrust it deep. She had already been ass fucked several
times, and he slipped all the way into her on the first thrust.
Once both men were fully into her, they began to fuck her in
unison. Leon rammed his cock up into her cunt as Martin pulled
out of her ass. When Leon pulled back for his next thrust,
Martin drove into her ass. Very quickly, they had Brandy howling
in orgasm. They just fucked the screaming woman harder. She
came again... and then again. Finally, neither man could hold
out any longer. Both cocks throbbed... thick streams of cum
filled both of Brandy's holes. She never stopped moaning.
I found my wife in one of the bedrooms with Jim and Todd. Jim
was finally fucking my wife. She was riding Todd's cock reverse
cowgirl with him in her ass. Jim was mounted on her fucking her
cunt like a man who hadn't had pussy for years. My wife's mouth
was wide open as continuous orgasms racked her cunt and clitoris.
Later in the evening I fucked Brandy while Martin and Todd were
taking turns in the master bedroom fucking Doris. Gradually, the
party drew to a close. Brett collected his exhausted wife and
left with Todd and Martin. Jim had to carry Doris to their car
as she was too tired to walk. I put on a robe and went outside
to see them off. Everyone agreed it was a wild and hot party.
I went back into the house and locked the doors. I didn't feel
like cleaning up the place. That could wait until morning.
Besides, I really wanted to fuck my wife if I could get it up
again. I wasn't halfway down the hallway to our master bedroom
when I heard the sound of bedsprings protesting and squeaking
over the excited cries of my wife and the harsh grunts of the man
fucking her.
I was surprised because I thought everyone had left, but when I
got to the bedroom door, I saw that Leon was still here and he
was very, very busy fucking that monster cock in and out of my
wife's cunt. Her legs were high in the air, flailing back and
forth as the huge shaft bottomed out again and again in her
upturned and waiting cunt. She had told me that she thought she
would be getting a lot of black cock tonight, and that was
exactly what was happening.
I sat down in one of the two lounge chairs we have in our
bedroom, opened my robe, and began to stroke my newly hardened
cock. The sight of that thick black shaft sinking all the way to
the balls inside my wife's dilated and wide open cunt had me hard
as stone.
"Ugh! Ungghh! Oh fuck me, Leon... Fuck my hot married cunt,
Baby. Aaahhhh... uuummmmm.... give it to meeeeeeeee..."
"Take it, Bitch. Take my big black cock, Slut. Gonna pump you
full, Honey. Breed you."
"Yes.. oh YES! BREED ME, STUD. AAAHHH... I'M CUMMING... I'M
FUCKING CUMMING AGAIN.... OH! OH! OH! OH!"
"HERE COMES THE LOAD, TRACI... UP YOUR HOT CUNT!
UUUGGGGNNNNNN.. UUUGGGNNNNNNN!"
The cum load poured into my wife's hole and then was forced out
by the plunging cock. Big white globs ran down my wife's ass
onto the bed sheet. I struggled not to cum as I wanted to fuck
my wife when Leon finished.
Leon rolled off Traci and the two of them lay there panting in
exhaustion. I wondered how long Leon had been fucking her. When
Traci finally sat up and grinned at me, I decided to ask.
"You really look exhausted. How long has Leon been fucking
you?"
"Not sure, Honey. I think about an hour and a half. He got me
off a dozen times."
"How many times did you cum in her, Leon?"
"I pumped four big loads into your Bitch, Man. She is fucking
fantastic!"
"Come on, Honey. You were great, but the party's over. Time
for you to go."
"I like to spend the night with you. That ok?"
"No. Sorry. I want my husband in my bed at night. Besides,
he hasn't screwed me tonight, and I can't wait to get him into
me."
Leon nodded and got dressed. I walked him to the door. As he
was leaving, he turned and said, "Listen, Brian. I've had a lot
of women... I mean a lot... over a hundred, and not one, not
one... is as good as your wife or even close to as good. You are
an extremely lucky dude. You know she's madly in love with you,
don't you? She just loves cock and sex, but you're her main
man... always. Take my advice... don't fuck it up. Cause if you
do, guys like me would love to take your place."
"Thanks, Leon. I don't intend to fuck it up."
Later, when I crawled in bed with my luscious wife, I told her
what Leon had said to me when he left and what my reply was.
We kissed and cuddled and caressed each other gently for a long
time. At one point, I whispered, "I fucked Doris tonight. I've
always wanted to. It was fun but it wasn't close to what having
you is like."
"Were you upset when you saw me going wild on Leon's black
cock, Darling?"
"I wasn't upset. But I was jealous. I wanted to fuck you ...
desperately."
"When I saw you sitting there watching him fuck me, I knew I
would rather have you in me than Leon. If I tell you a secret
will you promise not to tell Leon if we party with him again?"
"I won't tell anyone anything if you want it kept secret,
Traci. What is it?"
"I faked those last orgasms with him."
"Why? Didn't he screw you good enough to get you off for
real?"
"Oh yes, but it would have taken him awhile. And I wanted you.
I couldn't wait until he got me off. So I faked my orgasms."
Traci reached down to my groin and found a very rigid,
throbbing erection. "Oohhh god. You're hard... like iron! You
know where I want that big prick. Put it in me! Hurry!"
I moved between my wife's thighs and sank into her throbbing
pussy. We both moaned it felt so good. It was two hours before
we finished.
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