Secret Slut by RLM
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Corrine Elgin smiled at her reflection in her full-length
mirror. She thought she looked hot... in fact, she knew she
looked hot. But more than that, she knew she was a hot piece.
The problem was that her husband Glen didn't seem to think so...
at least, he didn't respond the way other men did when they saw
her and the way she was dressed.
Every time she and Glen went out, Corrine could feel the hot
stares of the other men and the intensity of their lust. Glen
wasn't indifferent to her, but he certainly wasn't lusting over
her. It was absolutely obvious to Corrine that almost every man
above the age of 14 and below 70 (or maybe 80) wanted to fuck
her. She was also certain that most of those men, given the
chance, would have had no problems getting it up and screwing her
into the mattress. She even felt most of the 70-year old men
could and would have fucked her.
Glen. however, seemed perfectly satisfied to screw her once a
week. "Well, at least things have gotten a little better since
I've started dressing hot," I said aloud. "Glen's fucking me
once a week instead of once a month. At least, if he can get it
up. Since half of the time, he can't, it's actually twice a
month."
I didn't have a clue about what my husband's problem was. It
was so weird... so unexpected... given the way things had gone
during the first two years of their marriage. As I did my
makeup, my thoughts turned to those early years.
During those first two years, Glen was after me constantly...
usually he fucked me at least once everyday, and more often than
not, two or three times. Not only was he banging me constantly,
he was doing it in erotic, kinky ways that really turned me into
a sex-crazed slut. It had started slowly and then escalated
rapidly. During the second month of our marriage, I was
searching my dresser for some panties but found none.
"Did you hide my panties, Glen?" I remembered asking him.
"No. I threw them all away. No more panties for you,
Darling." he had said firmly with a big grin.
"I can still remember screaming at him," Corrine giggled
remembering that all her screaming got her was a sexy spanking
over Glen's legs right on her naked ass. I remember vividly how
much my ass was stinging and how hot I was when he finally let me
up. God! That sexy bastard bent me over the back of the couch
and fucked me like a hot whore. It was fabulous!
A week later, he started having me remove my bra before we went
out. With my big 34D tits, going without a bra was nearly
obscene. But damn! I loved every second of it.
By the end of the third month, Glen was having me flash my tits
and pussy at men when we were in public. It was so incredibly
sexy and hot! We would go to a mall and Glen would have me stand
by the railing on the second floor with my feet apart. It never
took long before a group of men would be standing below me
looking up my dress at my naked cunt. God... sometimes I would
cum I got so hot doing that.
Then, came the miniskirts. With no panties on, it was
impossible not to flash. The hottest times were when he took me
to a department store and had me ride the escalators while he
rode up well behind me and watched all the men staring at my
naked cunt beneath the short skirt.
Eventually, we even tried some bondage games. Often, Glen
would tie me in some erotic, open position and then spend the
rest of the evening making me cum... either with a vibrator or
with his cock. It wasn't too long before men began to hit on me.
After this began, Glen constantly wanted to know every thing
the men said to me and what I replied. He even wanted to know if
I might like to have sex with some of the hotter guys who hit on
me. Then, for some reason, things began to change.
At the start of our second year of marriage, the kinky, erotic
games gradually began to decrease. After 18 months of marriage,
they stopped completely. We were still having frequent sex, but
after the second year, this also began to decrease. I knew the
sex would slack off as time went by, but I had expected it to
level off at 3 or 4 times a week... at least until we were past
40. Instead, after only five years of marriage, it was down to
twice a month, and Glen was only 31 while I was 28 and just
reaching the peak of my sexual stamina and desire. I was so
fucking hot and horny all the time there was no way I could
remain faithful. But I did keep it secret.
When I finished applying my makeup, I pushed all thoughts of
the past out of my mind. I needed to concentrate on the present
if I was going to take care of my problem and avoid losing my
mind. We were going to a party at the Randalls tonight. Fred
Randall was Glen's boss, and he and his wife Helen always gave
great parties... lots of food and drink, dancing, and a lot of
sexy flirting. Hopefully, when we got home, Glen would be hot to
fuck me. Judging from my husband's performance for the past
couple of years, there essentially no chance that was going to
happen. But I was equally certain that other erotic things would
happen at the party.
Before leaving my bedroom, I checked my appearance in the
full-length mirror one more time. My beige skirt just barely
covered my ass, and my legs looked hot in the 4-inch CFM heels.
With nothing underneath my white blouse and the top two buttons
open, a lot of cleavage was showing, and the imprints of my
nipples and the bouncing of my tits every time I took a step made
it obvious that I wore no bra. I had no doubt about the reaction
I would get from the men at the party.
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As I expected, Glen's reaction when he saw me come into the den
was a calm, "You look very nice, Corrine. Are you ready?"
I took a few minutes pretending to check my handbag and
checking the back and utility room doors to see if they were
locked. Actually, what I was doing was swinging my ass and
causing my unfettered tits to bounce and sway to see what
reaction I could get from Glen.
He just waited at the door impatiently and finally said, "I've
already checked the doors. Come on, Corrine. Let's go." I gave
up and a few minutes later, we were on our way to the Randalls
for the party.
Throughout the drive, I sat with my legs crossed and my
ultrashort dress far up my thighs. Glen never once glanced at my
exposed legs.
Once we were at the party, the attitude of the men I met
changed drastically, as I knew it would. Everyone of the men
were checking out my legs, my ass, and my bouncing tits. Glen
wandered off to the bar. It wasn't long before Fred Randall
approached.
"My god! Corrine. You are a walking dream. Just fantastic!"
His eyes were roaming over my body as he said it.
"Thank you, Mr. Randall. I wish my husband were as
appreciative."
"His loss... our gain. And call me Fred. Your husband
addresses me as Mr. Randall... you call me Fred. You know, I
didn't realize that you have such large, luscious breasts,
Corrine," Fred said with a conspiratorial wink. "May I ask..."
"They're 34D, and yes you may." I returned his wink.
"I don't have to ask if you're wearing anything under your
blouse. It's obvious that you're not. I was wondering what's
under the skirt. Panties?"
"Yes. The skirt's too short to go without them to a party."
"No skirt's too short for that, Corrine.... but to change this
delightful subject, I'd like to introduce to you Ralph Cordell.
Ralph's a silent partner in our company and one of my best
friends. He's been dying to meet you ever since you and Glen
walked in the front door."
When Cordell walked up, I actually felt his eyes on me,
mentally undressing me right there in the middle of the room.
The man was about 38, devilishly attractive, dark hair, powerful,
maybe 6'2", 190 lbs of solid muscle. He was dressed casually in
tight pants and a T-shirt, which was stretched so tautly across
his chest, I could see the bulge and ripple of his muscular chest
and biceps. The V-neck of the shirt allowed a mat of dark hair
to show as if to stress his virile masculinity. I felt my thighs
becoming wet.
"Ralph, I'd like for you meet Corrine Elgin. She's Glen's
wife... you met Glen yesterday. He's our associate director of
accounting."
"Hi, Corrine. I told Fred that if he didn't introduce me to
you, I wouldn't be voting my company stock in his behalf the next
time we were electing a company CEO."
"Well, that's very flattering, Ralph. So, now that Fred has
introduced you, will you be voting your stock for him?"
"Of course. I want to spend some time... no a lot of time...
with you this evening, Corrine."
"I'm with my husband."
"So? Is your husband the jealous type? Is he going to create
a scene? Beat me up? What?"
I couldn't tear my eyes away from Ralph's powerful body. "I'm
sure he's not going to beat you up, Ralph. He might create a
scene, but it's unlikely. He might get jealous if I spend too
much time with you. What do you have in mind?"
"You know what I have in mind. I'm going to fuck you."
Just like that! "I'm going to fuck you!"... as if I had
nothing to say about it. "What makes you think I'm going to
allow you to fuck me?"
"Because you're horny and hot, and your husband is ignoring
you. Your tits are practically falling out of your blouse, your
dress just barely covers your luscious ass, and you legs look hot
in those heels... yet, your husband hasn't even looked at you
since you arrived. Right now, he's over at the bar lapping up
drinks when he should be working out some way to lap up the
juices from your pussy. Enough of this... undo two more buttons
on your blouse so I can see your tits better."
I was shocked but I found myself slipping two more buttons
open. My tits were about to fall out. I was very close to an
orgasm.
Beautiful. Now, let's dance so I can feel you."
As I moved into Ralph's arms, I glanced in the direction of the
bar and saw my husband watching a game on TV while talking to one
of the other men in his office. He never looked in my direction.
Ralph pulled my body tightly against his, crushing my tits into
his chest as his hands roamed over my hips and back and downward
onto my ass. He said he wanted to "feel" me, and he was
certainly doing exactly that. As his fingers delved into my ass
crack through my short skirt, he was whispering in my ear,
telling me every thing he wanted to do to me.
"I can't wait to slide my tongue up your hot cunt slit onto
your throbbing clitoris... then back down to your opening and
inside. When you're humping against me, I'll move back to your
clit and use my tongue on its engorged shaft and over the
sensitive tip. Is your clit hard and erect right now, Corrine?"
"Ooohhhh god... yes!"
"Are you wet?"
"Oooohhh ... very... very wet, Ralph."
"Of course you are," he whispered in my ear at the same time as
he opened the last of the buttons on my blouse and spread it
open. My tits surged out into the open in front of several men.
When I saw them staring at my chest, instead of embarrassing me,
it just got me even hotter. By the bar, Glen was still watching
the ball game on TV.
"I'm going to slide my hand beneath your skirt and feel your
wetness."
"But my husband might look this way and see you feeling me," I
protested, hoping he would ignore me. He did.
"Move your feet further apart so I have room to feel you hot
wet sex hole." I did as he had ordered, and immediately, I felt
Ralph's hand moving under my dress... up my thighs..."
"ooohhhhhh yessssss!" I hissed in his ear.
The hand moved higher. It was at the edge of my panties.
"Your thighs are wet with the secretions from your cunt, Corrine.
Let's see just how wet you are. Spread wider."
As I moved my feet even further apart, my vagina throbbed.
Ralph felt it. "Hot bitch. Your cunt is already throbbing."
His fingers moved beneath my panties. "oohhh! ooohhh!
ooohhh! aaaahhhh!"
"Wet fuck hole... swollen lips... throbbing cunt... big, hard
clitoris... erect... throbbing... I wonder if it will jerk and
throb if I flick the tip with my fingernail? Shall we
experiment, Corrine?"
All I could do was pant, my body shuddering in his arms.
"Shall I flick your clit, Corrine? Answer me!"
"Yesss.... oh god.. yess!"
"Yes what? Tell me."
"My clit... flick my clit... please."
"Your husband might see me doing it," he said as his fingers
toyed with my vaginal opening... sinking inside a inch and
withdrawing... spreading me open."
"I don't care... please... my clitoris... please do my clit."
When Ralph's index finger nail scraped over the ultra sensitive
surface of my fully erect and engorged clitoris, it contracted in
an intense spasm and then began to throb.
"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" I hissed in hot pleasure in Ralph's
ear. His finger slipped out of my panties, and I wailed, "NO!
NO! Please don't take your finger away. Make me cum. Make me
cum, you sexy bastard."
"Not yet, Corrine. I decide when you cum. Understand?"
I nodded my docile acquiescence as sensuous, erotic spasms
continued to ripple through my clitoris and pussy.
"Do you suck cock, Corrine?"
"Not very often. I usually give Glen... he's my husband... a
blowjob on his birthday."
"And he is undoubtedly grateful. Do you deep throat him?"
"No. I never have. I've never deep throated any man's cock."
"You will deep throat mine. Every time you suck it, you will
take all of it into your throat. And you will suck me on
command. Understand?"
"Yess," I heard myself moan.
"And if I order to you suck me right now, what will you do?"
"Probably beg you to take me somewhere private first."
"And if I refuse?"
"Then, I would have to suck you right here on the dance floor."
"After you cock suck me into your throat, Corrine, I'm going to
fuck your pussy... hard... deep. After that, your ass. Have you
been ass fucked before?"
"No. Never."
"Your anal virginity ends tonight."
"Ooohhhh god."
"Feel my cock. NOW!"
Slipping my hand between our bodies, I moved to Ralph's crotch
and felt for his manhood. It wasn't hard to find. I couldn't
get my hand all the way around it... not even close. It was also
long as well as thick. "Oh my god... I can't take that."
"You will take it... you will love it... you will have
repeated, intense, screaming orgasms on it. You will beg me to
put it back inside you... in any hole of my choice."
Suddenly, an intense, spasm shot through my clitoris and spread
out from there... up my belly, down my thighs, into my pulsing
vagina... even my asshole began to contract and pulse. My body
was shaking so hard, I had to hang onto Ralph to keep from
falling. There was no way I could suppress the intense moan of
female pleasure that seemed to spew right out of my climaxing
cunt. "UUNNNNMMMMMMMMMMMM... UUNNGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Several other couples dancing nearly stopped dancing and
watched me cumming. One man slipped his hand into his partner's
panties and began finger fucking her and working her clitoris.
The next thing I knew, Ralph was leading me off the dance
floor, my naked tits bouncing with every step, to one of the
bedrooms. As soon as the door closed, he was kissing me
passionately, his tongue deep inside my mouth. I had no will to
resist him, nor did I want to. What I wanted was to kiss him
back, and I did... just as hard as he was kissing me.
It only took him a few moments to get me out of my blouse and
jerk my skirt up around my waist. "Ooohhh god... hurry, Ralph.
Hurry," I groaned.
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The Angels scored seven runs in the bottom of the seventh
inning. That rally broke wide open an otherwise tight game. All
that was left was moping up for two more innings. Consequently,
I lost interest in the game and asked the bartender to mix me
another bourbon and soda on the rocks.
As I sipped the drink, I looked around the dance floor and the
den for Corrine without luck. I realized that it had been at
least two hours since I had last seen her, so I checked out the
kitchen, the living room, the deck, and the dining room, but
still couldn't find my wife.
I did, however, see Fred Randall talking to another couple near
the dance floor. Walking up, I said, "Excuse me. I don't mean
to interrupt Mr. Randall, but I'm looking for my wife Corrine.
Have you seen her lately?"
"As a matter of fact, I have, Glen. I saw her outside about 10
minutes ago with Marge. They were busy looking over the grounds
and gardens. Corrine was taking it all in."
"Thanks, Mr. Randall," I said as I hurried out the front door
toward the gardens.
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"Take it all, you hot sexy, Bitch. Take it!"
"Oh yessss... Give it to me, Ralph!"
"Like this, Corrine? Take it!"
"UUNNGGGHHHHHH!"
"And this!!"
"GGGAAAAAAHHHH!"
"You've got eight inches. Want more?"
"Yesss... ohhhh god yes! Make me take all of it!"
"You want all nine inches... then TAKE IT, BITCH!"
I couldn't stop grunting and howling as Ralph plowed me with
his hard, sex spike. Every time it thudded into my womb, it made
my legs fly straight out... rigid with my toes curlinig back.
When he felt my cunt throbbing around his dick and knew I was
about to explode, he pulled out, turned me over into doggie
position, and rammed his rod back into my throbbing hole. The
fucking was so hard... so fast... so intense, I was not only
cumming... I was losing bladder control.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH... GOD! OOOHHHHH... FUCKKKKKK!"
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There were large gardens on both sides of the huge front lawn
and another one in the center that was ringed by the circular
entry driveway. I started on the left and worked my way to the
center and then to the gardens on the right. There were two
couples looking over the scenic gardens along with one or two
singles, but after 20 minutes of searching, I still couldn't
locate Corrine.
I saw John Haskel whose office was just down the hallway from
mine. "Hi, John. I'm looking for Corrine. Have you seen her
lately?"
"No. Not for some time. I saw her shortly after you arrived.
She was talking to Fred Randall and one of his friends. I
wandered off and haven't seen her since." John turned to his
wife and asked, "How about you, Carol. Have you seen Corrine?"
"She was dancing with Randall's friend. But that was well over
an hour ago. I haven't seen her since."
"Ok. Thanks." I headed back inside and once again saw Fred
Randall. He saw me coming. "Hi, again, Glen. I guess you found
your missing wife."
"No, I didn't. Where is she?"
"Corrine finished looking over the gardens in the front of the
house, Glen. She's taking things in by the back door now."
"Thanks, Mr. Randall. I'll check right now."
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"Ooohhhhh shit! It's so fucking big! Go easy... let me get
used to it before you start fucking me with that thing."
"You are incredibly tight. Haven't you had it by the back door
before?"
"Yeah, but only from guys about half as big as you. OOOHHH!
UUGGHH! UGGHHH! Please... not yet. OOMMPPPFFFF... UUGGGH!
WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?"
"I just gave you two more inches of cock, Corrine."
"Oh fuck... is it all in yet?"
"Nope... another inch to go. You ready to take it by the back
door, Baby? Doesn't matter... cause I'm going to give it to you
... right now!"
"UUGGGHHHHH... GAAAHHH... EEEIIIEEEE!"
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"I still can't seem to find Corrine, Mr. Randall. Are there
other gardens or statues she might be taking in?"
"Nope. I think your wife has taken in every thing by this
time, Glen. Why don't we go have a drink together. I'm sure
Corrine will be wander in pretty soon."
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"Oh Fuck! I've never felt so full in my life, Ralph. Have I
got it all?"
"You've taken every thing, Baby. I'm going to start fucking
your ass now, Corrine. Just relax. Keep your head down, your
hot ass up, and your knees spread. You're not going to believe
how hard you cum."
I couldn't suppress the groan when I felt Cordell pulling 7 or
8 inches of cock out of my ass. My groan turned to a hot shriek
of pain/passion when he rammed the entire length back into my
ass. As soon as his balls banged against my pussy, he jerked the
shaft out of my hole and used his hands to spread my ass cheeks
open to expose my now gaping ass hole.
Satisfied with how much he had stretched my ass, Ralph slammed
his dick back inside. His hand moved around my hips, located my
clitoris, and began rubbing it hard. Once more, the thick,
9-inch male piston drove into my ass. The pain had subsided and
only the hot pleasure of this stud male's prick remained. He
banged me hard... fast... deep. My clit erupted and I had an
intense orgasm. With my vagina unplugged, my juices squirted
forcefully out of my hole in a thick stream.
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"If I could find my wife, I'd take her a drink," I commented to
Mr. Randall.
"Very thoughtful of you, Glen, but I think your wife has
already been drinking for some time... she probably having
another drink right now, in fact."
"Really? Is there more than one wet bar in the house? I
didn't know that."
"There are several fountains that provide some very exotic,
intoxicating drinks, Glen."
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Swallow it all, you hot bitch! Don't you dare miss a drop
unless you want my belt on your sexy, hot ass."
"UUmmmppffff... ooommppfff!"
"Oh Baby... you got eight inches of mean down your throat. You
ready for a hot drink?"
"UUMMMmmm huuh... ooommppfff... uummppfff!"
"Here it comes, Corrine. Drink it down!"
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Randall and I sipped our drinks and chatted about the business
for at least another half hour before I finally saw my wife on
the other side of the room chatting with Carol Haskell. As I
watched, I saw Carol nodding toward me. Then she pulled Corrine
close and whispered something in her ear. My wife smiled and
then seemed to giggle before she kissed Carol on the cheek and
headed my way.
Fifteen minutes later, at nearly 12:30 AM, we thanked the
Randalls for a nice party and headed home.
As soon as we were inside our house, Corrine unzipped her short
skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her blouse quickly followed.
As she walked toward our bedroom, her tits bouncing and her ass
swinging wearing just her heels, she started pulling down her
panties. My wife looked back over her shoulder at me and said,
"If you're interested in fucking me tonight, I'm available... as
usual."
When I reached our bedroom, Corrine was already lying in the
middle of the bed, naked. She had her feet planted on the bed
arching her ass. With her legs spread, I had a frontal view of
her exposed cunt. It looked open, wet, and more than ready. "Do
you want to fuck my cunt or just look at it?" she asked.
"It's already 1 AM, Corrine, and I've had several drinks too
many. How about a raincheck?"
"You want a raincheck? Sure... no problem, Glen. You can put
it in your desk drawer along with the other hundred or so
rainchecks I've given you in the last couple of years. Without
another word, my wife turned over, and promptly fell asleep.
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A Visit from the Boss:
Glen was in his office working the accounting ledgers for the
month when Fred Randall entered. As usual, everyone stopped what
they were doing and turned their attention to the company CEO.
"Good morning, Glen. Have you recovered from the party
Saturday night? You were looking pretty smashed by the time you
left."
"I had a hang over on Sunday, but back to full speed now, Mr.
Randall."
"Great! I just spoke with John Haskel, and he's not going to
be able to work up the contracts for Baxter Industries today as
he's still snowed under with work on the Morrison account. I
want you to handle the Baxter contracts. We need them yesterday.
Ok?"
"Whatever you say, Mr. Randall, but I still haven't gotten all
the accounting ledgers up to date for last month yet. Purchasing
was slow in getting all the invoices to me. Not their fault...
just the way things happen. What do you want me to do?"
"Do the Baxter contracts first. When you're done, you can go
back to work on the ledgers. I know that's a lot of work. Can
you handle it?"
"I'll skip lunch and get as much done as I can. I'll stay
until 7 PM then I have to get home."
"Great! You're a superb team player, Glen. I'll tell you
what. I know you really like the corned beef and Ruben
sandwiches from Shapiro's Deli. I'll have my secretary go over
there around 11:30 and get you one of each with a couple of
bottles of Bud and cheesecake for dessert. You can eat while you
work on the contracts and ledgers. And don't even think about
paying for it. I'll take it out the company emergency accounts
for incidentals."
"That would be wonderful, Mr. Randall. Thank you."
"No... thank you, Glen. You have no idea how much I appreciate
you're being so willing to pitch in and help."
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I was still in my robe having a bowl of cereal with fruit and
coffee for breakfast when my cell phone rang. I was almost
certain who was calling even before I opened my cell and looked
at caller ID. As I expected, it was Fred.
"Good morning, Honey. I was expecting you to call."
"Why? I don't always call you on Monday morning."
"No, but you usually don't have to entertain guests at your
parties while I'm entertaining your silent partner and good
friend. Usually, it's you I'm entertaining at one of your
parties."
"True... very true. By the way, Ralph told me you were
fantastic! Of course, I knew you would be. You always are,
which is the reason I'm calling. I want to fuck you today."
"MMMmmmmm... that sounds hot and sexy. When will you be here?"
"I have one more thing to handle and I'll be on my way. I'll
be there around 11:00."
"11:00? You know that Glen sometimes comes home for lunch.
It's only a short drive."
"He won't be home today. I'll got him snowed under with work.
I'm even having lunch brought into him so he will be certain to
stay in his office working on the ledgers and contracts. Have to
give Glen credit. He really gets into his work."
"Just like you work on his wife, and really get into her," I
said seductively.
"I want you naked with I arrive. Just heels. Nothing else.
And you know exactly the way I want you when I arrive. Leave the
front door unlocked."
"I'll be ready for you, Stud. I always am."
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The clock over the mantle was striking 11 AM when I saw the
front door open and Fred Randall enter. I pulled my legs even
higher and spread them wide open. I was on the couch facing the
door... just as I knew Fred wanted me to be. His eyes were glued
to my naked cunt when he came into the room. I could see his
hard erection tenting his pants.
"Gorgeous! Just fucking gorgeous, Corrine, but aren't you
forgetting something?"
"Oh god yes! I'm sorry, Darling." Quickly, I thrust my hand
between my gaping thighs and spread my pussy wide open with my
fingers so he could see into my hot, slowly pulsing cunt.
"Better... much better. Spread it wider, Mrs. Elgin, so I can
see what I'm about to fuck."
"Like this, Lover?" I pulled myself wide open.
"Just like that! Stay that way!"
I held my pussy open with my legs up and back while Fred
stripped himself. His thick, 7.5-inch cock was hard as stone.
It jutted straight up into the air, precum leaking from its tip
in anticipation of sinking into me. When he was naked, he moved
right in front of the couch, his cock no more than a foot or so
away from my sex hole.
"Fuck me!" I hissed with hot female need.
"Did Glen fuck you Saturday night after the party?"
"No. I offered, but he was too tired... or so he said."
"And Sunday? Did he fuck this luscious cunt on Sunday?"
"No."
"You must be climbing the walls by now. Want this cock up your
pussy, Corrine?"
"Oh god, YES! Stick it in me! Please!"
"Not yet. I can see your clit. It's hard... erect. I can see
it pulsing. I think it needs tongue more than your cunt hole
needs cock."
Fred got on his knees and moved his head between my gaping
thighs. A moment later, I was screaming at the top of my lungs
as my hot lover licked my exploding clitoris.
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I couldn't believe the amount of work I had on my desk. The
Baxter contracts were extremely complicated. In addition, since
Haskel had been the one who was supposed to take care of the job,
I had to bring myself up to speed on the negotiations before I
could even begin to start on the contracts.
By 11:30, it was obvious that I would not only not be able to
go home for lunch, it was also clear that I would have to stay at
work until 6 or 7 PM. I took a short break to call Corrine to
let her know and to suggest that we go out for a late dinner.
I had to let the phone ring ten times or so before my wife
answered. "Hello," she said.
"Hi, Honey. It's me. I'm just calling to let you know that
Mr. Randall dumped the Baxter contracts on my desk as a "rush"
order... you know the type... needed to be done yesterday. I
also have to work on the monthly ledgers."
"Ooohhh god. Aaahhhh damn!"
"I'm really sorry, Corrine. Mr. Randall was adamant. The
Baxter contracts have to be ready today... no excuses. He can be
really dominant and demanding at times."
"Ooohhh yesss... I know."
"Anyway, don't expect me for lunch, and don't cook dinner.
We'll go out for a late dinner. Is that Ok?"
"Oohhh yes... it's more than just Ok... it's fantastic,
Darling. I love it!"
"Great. I was worried that you would be angry with me."
"I'm not angry, Glen. There's nothing either you or I can do
when Mr. Randall sticks it to you. As you say, he's incredibly
demanding. We just have to take it and try to handle it even
when it's hard... really hard... and demanding... mmmmmm.... just
do the best you can... I'll see you later this evening, Glen."
"Ok. I love you, Honey."
As soon as I broke the connection, I screamed, "FUCK ME HARDER,
DAMN YOU! I'M SO CLOSE... RAM ME, STUD. GIVE IT TO ME!"
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The clock on the wall chimed twice. I had been working
non-stop since 8 AM, 6 hours with only 20 minutes break to eat
the sandwiches Margo had brought me from Shapiro's Deli. I had
just finished the Baxter contracts and now had to start on the
ledgers. I needed a break before I continued. Fortunately,
Margo picked that moment to appear at my office door.
"Still hard at it, I see," she said with a smile.
"Yeah. Nose to the grindstone and that sort of thing. I just
finished the Baxter contracts and now have to start on the
monthly ledgers," I replied unable to keep my eyes off the
generous amount of cleavage the V-neck of her dress showed. The
way she looked, I figured that Randall was fucking her regularly.
"You've already finished the Baxter contracts? Wow! That is
impressive, Glen. And you had read all the notes on the
negotiations before you could even start. How did you do it?"
"Well, I've had a lot of practice, and I work pretty hard."
"I'll say. When do you think you might finish the ledgers?"
"I thought it might take me until 6 or 7 PM, but who knows? I
might finish in time to get home by 5 PM." For some reason, that
statement seemed to fluster Margo.
"Why rush? What's the hurry?"
"I just don't like being late and making my wife wait for me.
She's usually angry when that happens."
Margo sat down in front of my desk and said, "Why don't we take
a break and head over to Starbucks? You can buy me cup of coffee
and a croissant." She crossed her legs and her short skirt moved
far up her thigh. I couldn't keep from staring at her shapely
thigh, and she made no effort to pull her skirt down to cover the
wide expanse of bare thigh flesh she was showing. That plus her
cleavage was giving me an erection.
"I don't think Mr. Randall would approve of my taking his
secretary out for coffee in the middle of the day, not to mention
my wife."
"Trust me, Glen. Mr. Randall would want you to relax so you
will be doing a good job. You can't do that if you're exhausted.
And why would your wife object to us having a cup of coffee
together. Unless, of course, you intend to take the opportunity
to fuck me. Do you intend to fuck me?"
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"Bounce that hot ass, Corrine. Pump you pussy on my cock,
Baby. I'm about to shoot another load into you!"
"Ooohhhh god... shoot it, Stud. Shoot it into me!"
Fred thrust his hips upward driving his cock into Corrine's
vagina deep and hard. At the same time, she rammed her hips down
on his sex spike. Loud female moans filled the Elgin home along
with the hot grunts of an excited male shooting his load into a
throbbing female hole.
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The Starbucks coffee was hot, strong, and aromatic. It's aroma
was intoxicating as was the sight of Margo's big tits that seemed
about to fall out of her dress as she leaned across the table.
"You never answered my question, Glen. Are you going to hit on
me? Try to get me into bed? Fuck me?"
I was hard... really hard... like I hadn't been with my wife in
a long time. But I heard myself saying, "I can't cheat on my
wife, Margo. Even though I'd love to have sex with you."
"You don't think your wife cheats occasionally?"
"No. I doubt that she's ever been with another man."
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"Oh gawd damn you, fuck me harder! Stop teasing my pussy and
fuck it, Lover. Ram it in deep. Make me cum again... aaaahh...
aaahhh... ooohhhhh shit... your cock ... so fucking thick...
aaaahhhhhh!!"
"You want it deep, huh? Hot fuck bitch. How about I lift your
leg up and open up your hot cunt. Think it go deep enough now?"
"OMG! YES! LIKE THIS! POUND IT INNNNNNNNN!"
"Like this!"
"UUGGHHH!"
"Or like this!!"
"AAAAHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK!"
"Take it you hot bitch. UGH! UGH! UGH! That hard enough for
you?"
"I'M CUMMINGG! I'M FUCKING CUMMMINGGGGGGGG!!!"
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"Does Mr. Randall fuck you, Margo. It's none of my business,
of course, but you've got me so hard, I'm going to ask anyway."
"Of course he fucks me, Glen. Three or four times a week.
He's very good. But he's ... eh... he's out for the rest of the
day. We could use his office. I'm a very hot fuck. You could
bend me over his desk or put me on top of it."
"I don't know, Margo."
"When we get back, you can take off my panties and spread me.
Then you can decide if you'd like to fuck me. Ok?"
"If I do that, Margo, I'll never be able to resist. Let's go
back."
Margo checked her watch. "When to you think you'll finish the
ledgers and get home now, Glen?"
I looked at my watch and shrugged. "At this delightful
interlude with you, Margo, there's no way I can finish before 6
PM."
For some reason, she seemed pleased with that and said no more
about us fucking in Randall's office, which was a crazy idea
anyway.
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"I'm cumming, Fred... ooohhhh god... now... now... now! Cum in
me, Baby!"
"I want to cream those big tits of yours this time!"
"Then DO IT! SHOOT ALL OVER MY TITS, LOVER. CREAM ME!"
Fred pulled his jerking rod out of my pulsing vagina, moved up
straddling my chest, and jerked his thick organ. It only took
him a few pulls on his shaft before it erupted and sent thick
streams of hot jism rocketing all over my tits.
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Discovery:
Glen got home at 7:30 PM, two hours after Fred had taken a
quick shower, dressed, and left. I had taken a shower after he
left but didn't bother with a douche. There really wasn't any
need. It had been months since Glen had wanted to go down on me.
If he wanted straight sex, he would just think I was wet and
slick due to my excitement over sex for the first time in two
weeks.
As it turned out, I didn't have worry about straight sex
either. After we had gone out for dinner, he pleaded exhaustion
and went to bed alone at 10 PM. It was the same story on Tuesday
night and then again on Wednesday. Enough was enough.
On Thursday evening, I decided to make one final effort. If I
was unable to turn my husband on sufficiently that he wanted to
fuck me, that would be it. I would be seeing a lawyer on Friday
morning.
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When Glen came home from work on Thursday evening, the lights
in the house were dimmed, and the dining room table was set with
candles and wine in the decanter breathing. I was wearing a
tight red sweater and short skirt. As soon as my husband came
through the door, I pulled him close and gave him a deep,
prolonged kiss with lots of tongue. After he got over his
initial shock, he did a very good job returning the kiss.
"What's the occasion?" he wanted to know.
"Sit down, Darling. I've prepared your favorite Italian
dinner, and after we finish the entree, I have a special dessert
for you."
When we finished the dinner, Glen said, "That was great,
Corrine. I'll help you with the dishes."
"Forget the dishes. Come into the den for dessert."
I had Glen sit on the couch. He was clearly confused about why
I was going to serve dessert in the den rather than at the dining
room table. Moving directly in front of him with my back to the
desk, I pulled my sweater down allowing both of my large 34D tits
to escape. Glen's mouth fell open.
"Do you like my tits, Honey? Don't you think they make really
good handles when you fuck me?"
"My god, Corrine! What are you doing?"
"I'm giving you your dessert and letting you know that I need
to be fucked... HARD! I don't want to hear any more about your
being tired. Yanking my sweater over my head, I tossed it aside
and pulled my short skirt up around my waist.
"How about my legs, Glen. Does it make you hard to think about
getting between them and into my cunt?" My husband's eyes darted
back and forth between my tits and my legs.
"I know you want to see my cunt. Let me get on the desk,
Darling, and I'll spread my legs for you so you can see it. I
love to show you my cunt." Mounting the desk, I hiked on foot up
onto the desk chair and spread my other leg wide. Only my thin
black panties concealed my soaked cunt.
"Can you see my cunt, Honey? I know I still have on my
panties, but my pussy is so wet, my panties are soaked. If you
look closely you can probably see my slit right through the
panties. Can you see your wife's wet sex trench?"
"Ooohhhh god!"
"Do you want me to show you my cunt, Honey?"
"Yess... show me your cunt. Now!"
"Love to, Stud," I hissed as I pulled my panties aside and
thrust my crotch right at him. The gaping hole of my cunt was
wet and open. "Do you like your wife's hot fuck hole, Honey?
You can fuck it anytime... day or night... any where... on the
front lawn... in the back seat of a car... on a dance floor...
it's your cunt... you can use it when and where you please,
Stud."
My husband's hot groan was music to my ears. His hand was now
on his cock rubbing it frantically. That was even better.
"I want you see my ass. You can ass fuck me any time you
want." I turned my back toward my husband and pulled my panties
down below the junction of my thighs and ass. Bending over
slightly, I thrust it at him. "See anything you might like to
fuck, Lover?"
I pulled my panties off with one motion and tossed them right
at my husband. He caught them and inhaled the hot, sensuous,
musky aroma of my aroused cunt. My vagina was throbbing with hot
need. I again mounted the desk, steepled my right knee, and
reached beneath my ass to my cunt. "Watch your hot slut wife
spread her hole for you, Darling."
I peeled my pussy lips wide open with two fingers and arched my
ass to present my cunt to my husband. "Take me in the bedroom...
and fuck the shit out of me!" I screamed.
Once we were in the master bedroom, we both worked frantically
to get Glen out of his clothes. His 7-inch cock was hard and
ready. "Oh god. I want this cock in my cunt... all night...
fucking me," I moaned as I lowered myself onto the bed and spread
wide open.
Glen threw himself between my thighs and drove his cock into my
swollen, wet hole with one hard thrust. It charged down my
vagina and slammed into my cervix.
"GGGGAAAAAAAA! Yes! FUCK ME! HARD! AAAAHHHHHHH SHIT... GIVE
IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Glen fucked me steadily for five minutes until I was screaming
in an intense orgasm as my vagina erupted in hard, spastic
contractions around his plunging shaft. I expected him to shoot
off, but he didn't.
When my orgasm began to ebb, my legs fell to the bed and
splayed out to the side. "WOW! That was fantastic! Let me get
in doggie position, Honey. I want it that way."
Glen pulled his cock out of me so I could turn over. When I'm
being fucked doggie, I like to have a pillow under my belly so
when I fall to the bed after I cum, my cunt is still elevated
enough for my lover to continue fucking me. The pillows were on
the floor, and I had to take a few moments to retrieve one. When
it was in position, the phone rang. Jumping out of bed, I took
the receiver off the hook and put a pillow over the phone.
By the time I returned to the bed, I saw with dismay that Glen
had lost his erection. When I looked at him, I saw that his face
was a mask of pain, humiliation, and embarrassment. For some
reason, just seeing my naked body, fucking me, and giving me a
great orgasm was not enough to keep him excited. He needed more
or something different, but I had no clue as to what it was. I
knew he wasn't a closet gay, so that wasn't the answer.
Right now, however, was clearly not the time to start a
discussion and look for the answer. Glen was in pain and totally
humiliated. I needed to say something comforting to help him get
through this.
"I'm so sorry, Corrine. I don't understand why that's
happening to me."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Glen. That happens to every guy
sooner or later. It's no big deal. It's just part of being a
man. Hell, it even happened to Carl Thompson."
"Carl Thompson? Who's Carl Thompson?"
"He's a guy I dated when I was in college. He was a starting
back on the varsity football team... sinfully handsome... huge,
thick, hard cock... and the campus stud. The word was he had
fucked over a hundred of the coeds."
"Including you?"
"Particularly including me, Honey. I was one of his girls for
several months before he moved on to other pussies. Anyway, one
night he had taken me out dancing and spent two hours feeling me
up on the dance floor and in the booth when we weren't dancing.
He had me climbing the walls. I just couldn't wait to get his
huge cock up my pussy. We went back to his place. He got me
naked and went down on me until I had cum twice. After my second
orgasm, he shoved a pillow under my ass to get me in position and
mounted me. But that's as far as it went. Carl Thompson, the
chief stud of the college, lost his erection and couldn't get it
up. I sucked on him for 20 minutes and it stayed totally limp.
The man was practically crying, Honey. He begged me not to
tell anyone. Even when I assured him I wouldn't, he kept begging
me and apologizing. So you can see that you don't really have
anything to be..."
That was as far as I got with my story. My husband pushed me
onto my back and jerked my legs up in the air. "Spread your
legs, you hot Slut. I've got to fuck you! NOW!"
As soon as I spread, Glen nailed his iron-hard cock spike into
my cunt. In the entire five years we had been married, he had
never fucked me so hard... so deep... with such intensity. Again
and again, he slugged his cock into me, driving my hips deep into
the mattress. Even though I knew Glen's cock was just a little
over 7 inches, it felt like a log inside me. Not only was he
ramming me like a jack hammer, his cock was jerking and throbbing
inside me like a huge, enraged snake.
I came hard... screaming as my vagina erupted... juices
squirted out of my pussy drenching Glen's cock and balls, as well
as the bed sheets.
"TAKE IT YOU HOT FUCKING SLUT!" my husband screamed as his dick
exploded inside me. Again and again, he ejaculated thick streams
of cum into my pussy until it was squishing out of my hole and
running down the crack of my ass. As his cock jerked and
throbbed inside me, I suddenly came again. That had never
happened before, but it was happening now as I shuddered with the
intensity of the convulsions ripping through my cunt and belly.
I was gasping for breath waiting for my husband to collapse on
top of me. It didn't happen. I couldn't believe it. He didn't
even begin to lose his erection as he hammered my cunt with
repeated thrusts that slammed into my cervix and had me grunting
beneath him.
"How many times did Carl fuck you?" he screamed as he pulled
out of my cum-filled hole, flipped me over onto my knees, pulled
my ass into position, and rammed his shaft back into me.
"AAAGGGGGGAAAAAA FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I yelled.
"HOW... UGH!... MANY... UGH! ... TIMES ... UGH! UGH! UGH!
DID HE... UGH! UGH! ... FUCK YOU? ANSWER ME, SLUT! UGH! UGH!
UGH!" Glen demanded as his cock continue to ravish me.
"Oohhhh don't know... aaaahhhhhhhhhh... ooohhhhhh... a lot...
uunnnmmmmmmm... harder... fuck your slut harder, Lover... ooohhhh
god... this is fantastic!!"
"Estimate! How many times, you hot fuck slut?"
"AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... He
fucked me for three months... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ...
70... ooohhhhh AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... or 80 times... fucked me on
every date... usually two or three times... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ...
must have cum in me 200 times... AAHHH! ... AAHHH! ... AAHHH!
I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING, GLEN... I'M CUMMING AGAIN... DON'T
STOP FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
My orgasm was still surging through my pussy when I felt Glen
shooting inside me again. This time his cock did soften and slip
from my wet, stretched pussy. We both lay on the bed panting...
trying to catch our breaths from the intense sex.
"Did Carl ever fuck you in the ass, Corrine?"
"He begged me to let him for a month before I finally agreed.
We used a lot of astroglide, both on his cock and inside my ass.
When he started pushing it into me, I started moaning for him to
stop... fat chance... that stud had his cock where he had been
trying to get it for a month and there was no way he was
stopping.
"Oh shit... that so damn hot! Did he get it all the way inside
your ass?"
"Yeah. It took him ten minutes to work it in... then he gave
me another five minutes to get used to it before he began fucking
me."
"Did you cum?"
"Three or four times. After he had me stretched, he ass fucked
me on almost every date."
"OH FUCK! Get on your knees, Honey. Put your ass up in the
air. I'm going to ass fuck you!"
When I looked at my husband's cock, I again saw an iron-hard,
rigid spike. "My god, Glen. You're hard as marble again. How
are you doing this?"
"Shut up and spread your ass, Baby. Big cock is going in!"
Glen wasn't as big as Carl or as thick but what made it much
easier for him to get into my ass was how hard he was. Carl was
never, ever as hard as my husband was right now ... even after
pumping two huge cum loads into me. I held my cheeks open for
him while he centered his cock. When he drove it into me... all
seven inches plunged inward, stretching me open as it entered.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHhh... UUNNGGHHHHH... Go easy, Honey. That thing
is hard... so fucking hard!"
Glen controlled his natural masculine urge to immediately begin
screwing me for several minutes while he stroked my ass and
reached around my body sensuously rubbed my clitoris. He kept it
up until he had my clit swollen and throbbing. Only when my butt
began to pump on his embedded shaft did he begin fucking me. But
once he started, I got it... hard, fast, and deep. When he had
me right on the edge of a hard climax, the sexy bastard slowed
his strokes.
The closer I got to exploding, the slower he went. When I knew
one or two more thrusts would push me over the edge, he stopped.
"You sexy Bastard! Don't stop! Fuck me! I'm almost there.
Fuck me!"
"How long did you hold out when Carl first dated you? Two
dates, three? How many?"
I groaned and tried to pump my ass on his cock enough to make
me cum. He wasn't about to allow me to get away with that. A
sharp slap against my upturned ass got my attention. "Don't move
your hot ass, Corrine. Answer my question, and I let you cum.
How long did you make Carl wait to get into your cunt?"
"OOohhh I need to cum... Please," I heard myself begging. Glen
flexed his cock inside me sending ripples of pleasure in every
direction... "Oh shit... Carl picked me up at 7:30 PM. We went
dancing. By 9 PM, he had his fingers in my cunt. At 9:30, he
was fucking me in the back seat of his car in the club's parking
lot. There... I've told you. Now FUCK ME, Stud. Let your
slutty wife cum!"
He did. Not long afterwards, he made me cum again before he
pumped his load into my ass.
At 3 AM, I woke up with Glen on top of me. He had his hips
between my thighs spreading me. His cock was sliding slowly in
and out of my very receptive, cum-soaked vagina. This was a
first. My husband had never fucked me without a good indication
that I wanted it. This time, he was hard so he just mounted me
and put it in. The thought had me close to an orgasm very
quickly. My hips thrust against his plunging organ.
"Ah... you're awake. I thought I wasn't going to be able to
hold it until you woke up."
"OMG! How long have you been fucking me, Darling?"
"Ten minutes or so. You're so wet and hot, it's almost
impossible to keep from shooting in you."
"But you waited for me .... mmmmmmmm... I love that! But I
didn't give you permission to fuck me."
"I know, but I could smell the musky aroma of your cunt and I
couldn't resist."
"Good! You're not supposed to resist. You're supposed to
mount me, fuck me, and fill me with your hot cum. But I'm glad
you waited for me. I'm about to cum, Darling. Please fuck hard
and shoot me full, Lover"
For the next few minutes, I screamed and wailed with my knees
almost against my bouncing tits while the hot stud on me grunted
and gasped every time my vagina milked his rampant cock.
"I CAN'T HOLD IT ANY LONGER!" Glen screamed.
"NOW! NOW! I'M CUMMING! SHOOT IT IN, STUD!"
When we both fell asleep once more, my husband's now soft cock
was still inside my wet pussy.
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Naturally, all thoughts of calling a lawyer were banished,
hopefully forever. I had never realized that my husband's
greatest turn-on was hearing about other men fucking me. If I
had known that, the last two years would have been very
different.
Over the next week, Glen never tired of asking about the hot
details of Carl fucking me. If I wanted my randy husband to
screw me, all I had to do was just mention a time when Carl had
come over to my apartment uninvited and fucked me in my bedroom.
It was Thursday, one week from the "discovery" as I had begun
to think about it, when Glen asked me the question I had been
waiting for. We were making out on the couch in the den as a
prelude to a hot fuck session in our bedroom when he asked it.
"Corrine, have you had sex with anyone besides me since we got
married?"
"Honey, that's a question almost every wife in the world has
been asked by her husband, and everyone of those wives have
answered the same way if they love their husbands. They've all
said 'No', and that has to be my answer too."
"I understand that, but you know that I'm not going to get
angry if the answer is 'yes'. It's just going to turn me on ...
big time. So, I'll ask you again, Have you had sex with anyone
besides me since we were married?"
"For the last two years, you've only fucked me two or three
times a month, Glen. I'm a highly sexed woman and that's not
enough for me. So your answer is 'yes'. Quite a few men have
fucked your wife in the last two years."
"Ooohhh god!"
My husband's cock surged to iron-hard erection almost
instantly. He was on the verge of raping me right there on the
couch, which I would have loved.
"Will you tell me about some of them... please?" he asked
desperately.
"Of course, Darling. I'll tell you whatever you want to
know... every sexy detail." Glen's cock began to jerk. He was
about to cum spontaneously he was so hot. "But wouldn't you like
it even better if I told you about the men who are going to be
fucking me in the future rather than about things in the past?"
Huge, thick streams of cum burst from my husband's cock! The
first jet arched several feet over the top of my head and landed
on the carpet six or seven feet away. No sooner had the first
jet landed than the second jet was on its way. This one wasn't
fired with quite so much force. It hit me square in the face.
When the third gush pumped out of Glen's cock against my naked
tits, the second load was running down my cheek and forming a
long cum rope from my chin. Several more smaller jets of semen
drenched my belly and thighs.
"I'm sorry," my husband moaned, his cock still hard and erect.
"Sorry? Why? I loved it! Just fucking loved it! And my
god... you're still hard. I need that hot cock in my pussy!
Right now!"
"Shall we go to the bedroom?"
"Hell NO! Here! Right here!" I screamed as I jerked my legs
apart and presented my gushing pussy to my stud husband. "Fuck
me here... hurry. I need to cum too. I'll cum as soon as you
stick your cock into me!"
Glen mounted me, rammed his rod into my hot, pulsing hole, and
as I had promised, I erupted instantly drenching his shaft and
balls and ruining the couch. Neither of us cared. Glen fucked
me like a wild man. I came again and again. Before he finally
removed his rod from my clasping vagina, I had two thick loads of
semen inside me.
An hour later, Glen finally asked who I was going to fuck in
the future.
"Are you going to be furious?"
"No. But I am going to be hard and hot. Next time, I'll fuck
your cheating ass."
"Promises... promises," I grinned, my pussy throbbing at the
thought. "Your boss, Fred Randall, has asked me to spend
Saturday afternoon and night on his yacht. At the time, I told
him 'yes' for Saturday afternoon, but that I couldn't get away
for the night.
"My boss Mr. Randall wants to fuck you?!"
"Most men want to fuck me, Darling."
"Oh god... I'm getting hard. Has he fucked you before?"
"He's had me many times, Glen. I needed sex, and he knew it."
"When was the last time?"
"On the Monday when you were slaving away on the Baxter
contracts and the ledgers, he was here fucking your wife all
afternoon."
"This has me so damn hard! And he's wants to fuck you again
this coming Saturday?"
"Of course. That's why he's asked me to spend the day and
night with him. Are you ok with that?"
"Oh hell yes! Will you tell me about it?"
"Every detail, Lover. Every detail. In fact, I'll call Fred
today and tell him that your sister called and asked you to drive
down Saturday morning to help her install some new applicances
and that you won't be back until Sunday. So I can spend Saturday
night with him. Would you like that?
"Oh fuck... look at my cock! It's so damn hard it hurts."
"I'll tell Fred that I promised to call you. When I call you,
he will be fucking me. I'll turn up the volume and if you do the
same, you'll be able to hear him giving it to your wife."
Less than a minute after I told my husband that, I was being
royally ass fucked, just as he had promised.
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The Love Boat:
Saturday morning Glen was hot to screw me as soon as we
awakened.
"I'm certainly not going to stop my sexy husband from getting
into me, but it would be better if he didn't. The day will be a
lot more erotic and exciting if we start it with you hard and me
wet. Also, I won't have to explain to Fred why my pussy is full
of cum later on."
Reluctantly, Glen pushed his body from between my thighs. "Ok.
I know you're right, but you're really hard to resist."
"Particularly when you're all hot over the thought that your
boss is going to be fucking me today and tonight," I laughed.
"Yeah... that too." Glen laughed right along with me.
We had breakfast, and then I retired to our bedroom to get
ready for Fred and the day on his yacht. It was a little after
10 when I came back into our den wearing my very short and
revealing black sheathe and carrying my overnight bag. "Well,
how do I look?" I asked even though I already knew the answer
both from the expression on Glen's face and his tented pants.
"Jezz... you look terrific! Hot as hell. I thought you were
going on a boat trip? It looks as if you're going out to
dinner."
"A girl wants to looks good, Darling. Do you think your boss
will like the way I look?"
"Hell yes! I'm so fucking hard! What else are you going to
wear?"
"I've got my string bikini in my overnight case and also a
sundress if we go ashore somewhere. What to see them?"
"You know I do!"
When I held up my skimpy bikini for Glen to see, he groaned and
squeezed his cock, which was now fully erect. From the way his
pants were moving, I knew it was throbbing with lust. God! Why
didn't I figure this out two years ago?
"Is Fred going to pick you up here or are you meeting him
somewhere?"
"I'm supposed to meet him at the pier at 11 AM. He couldn't
come here because he thought you'd be home."
"You'll be with him at 11 AM then. How long do you think it
will take him to get you in bed?"
"You dirty-minded stud! You just want to know when he'll have
his cock in your wife's pussy, don't you?"
"Yeah," Glen said with a moan, his hand squeezing his hard cock
again.
"Well, I'm pretty sure that I'll be getting a big serving of
man meat for lunch, Honey."
At 10:45, I was heading out the front door after kissing my
husband passionately and feeling his iron-hard cock. At the last
moment, I decided to tell him about the others.
"You know, Darling, that Fred doesn't handle the yacht himself.
He wants to spend the time between my legs... so he has a guy
who handles that job. He'll be on the yacht with us." I felt
Glen's cock lurch in his pants. "And he's also invited Mark
Daniels and his girlfriend to join us. You know Mark don't you?
The VP for personnel?"
"You'll be with three men? Will they all fuck you?"
"I don't know. Maybe." Glen's cock began to jerk in his
pants. "Probably. Do you hope they all fuck me?"
My husband shot off in his pants just as I was walking out the
door.
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The time seemed to drag by. It was now almost noon. Corrine
was probably on board. I wondered who else was there. Was Fred
already fucking her? The thought made my erection even harder in
spite of the fact that I had just shot off when my wife had left
the house. The load had been so large, I had had to change my
pants and shorts.
I remember reading literature on viagra that if it gave you an
erection lasting more than four hours, you needed to go to the
emergency room to prevent damage to the penis. I hadn't taken
any viagra but I had been hard for an hour with no sign of it
going away. Of course, I could jack off, but I hated doing that.
At this point, I remembered what Margo had said to me that day
we went to Starbucks. She had asked if I intended to fuck her.
I looked at the clock again. It was now 12:20 PM, 20 minutes
after Corrine had told me she would be getting fucked. I was so
damn hard I couldn't believe it.
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"Oohhhh god... that feels good, Honey. Rub my clit harder,
Fred. I love it when you make me cum like this."
"Let's get you out that bikini, Corrine, so I can get at you
better."
"Oh yes! Take off my bikini, Honey. Get my cunt naked." Fred
pulled my suit down my legs, and I stepped out of them. He
tossed them aside and bent me over the railing on the poop deck
of the boat. He leaned over me, took possession of one of my
tits, and reached between my legs where he again began to stroke
my clitoris.
"Damn. Your clit's hard and erect, Corrine. It's almost as
hard as my cock. Do you like it when I use two fingers on the
shaft and slide them up and down... like this?"
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... UUNNGGHHHH... MORE... MORE... MORE!
DON'T STOP!"
"Or do you prefer me to squeeze your clit... like this?"
"UUUNNGGGGHHH!"
"Or flick my finger right over the tip... like this?"
"UGH UGH UGH... CUMMINGGGGG... I'M CUMMMING!"
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The clock now said it was 12:45. My wife had probably been
fucked by this time. She hadn't said whether Fred recovered
quickly after shooting a load into her cunt. Maybe he was
already hard again... fucking her again. How the hell was I
going to stand this for another 24 hours?"
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"Ohhhhhh stick it innnnnnnnnn, Fred. Stick your big cock into
meeeeeeeeeee!" I wailed as the big mushroom head of his dick
stretched my lips wide apart and sank inside my hole.
"Your cunt feels fantastic, Baby. Pushing it in deeper. You
like cock up your sexy cunt, don�t you?"
"Love it... love it... fuck it into me, Stud. Bang me like a
slut."
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By 3 PM, I had spent two and a half hours out of the last four
with a hard erection. My nervousness had finally taken second
place to my need for a woman. Margo answered the phone on the
second ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Margo. This is Glen."
"Really? I�m surprised. This is the first time you�ve ever
called me at home. Any problem?"
"Yes. I�ve got a huge problem."
"Well, I think Mr. Randall is out of pocket for the day. Have
you tried his number?"
"No, I haven�t because Mr. Randall can�t help me with my
problem. My wife�s out of town visiting her mother for the day.
I want you to come over ASAP. And by the way, I�m pretty sure
that Mr. Randall is in the pocket, not out of it. When can you
be here?"
"You may be right about that, but why do you want me come
over?"
"So I can spend all night fucking you and exploring those huge
tits of yours."
"I have to put on something appropriate, Honey. I�ll be there
in 30."
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Mark had me on the table in the dining area of the yacht with
my ankles in his hands and my legs up in the air. Keeping me
spread wide open, he was nailing his rigid shaft in and out of my
pussy as his girlfriend Glenda rode Fred�s prick.
"Man! She�s tight... really tight," Mark groaned as he fucked
me even harder.
"So is Glenda... Jezzz... I don�t think their husbands ever
fuck�em they�re so damn tight!" Fred echoed.
"Oohhhh shit... her pussy�s just milking my cock, Fred. You
are an incredible fuck, Corrine!"
"Yeah, she is. And so are you, Glenda. How long has it been
since your husband screwed you?"
"Aahhh... Unggh... almost two weeks, Honey!" the hot blonde
hissed as she pumped her ass upward to get more of Fred�s sex
spike into her throbbing pussy.
"How about you, Corrine?" Mark asked just as his cock thudded
into the bottom of my pussy.
"Don�t talk, Lover. Fuck me hard... I�m about to cum!" I urged
as I squeezed Mark�s shaft even harder.
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"I�m sorry it took me longer than I thought it would to get
here, Glen. Are you angry?"
"Furious! I may spank your sexy ass."
"MMMmmmm. Sounds hot, but I promise it won�t happen again. I
was just flustered over your asking me to come over. I�ve been
hinting for months and you seemed totally uninterested."
"Well, that�s in the past. I�m interested now. Pull your
sweater down. Take out your tits."
Margo slowly pulled the V-neck of her sweater down and then to
one side allowing both 38DD tits to surge out.
"OMG! They�re gorgeous! Firm and you�re not even wearing a
bra."
Margo flushed with feminine pleasure. When she saw my cock
forming a huge bulge in my pants, she licked her lips and thrust
her tits out. "Is that big thing in your pants for me, Honey?"
"Oh hell yes! Get over here. Take it out, Margo. Take it out
and suck it!" Undoing my belt, she unzipped me and pulled my
pants and briefs down around my thighs. My 7 inches of rigid
cock thrust out toward her mouth. "How long can you stay?"
"Jezz... Oh Honey... you are HARD! I love them hard like
this... like steel." She licked all the way up my engorged,
throbbing shaft bringing a moan from me. Looking up, she asked,
"How long can you keep it up, Lover? That�s how long I can
stay."
"Then you had better plan on all night."
"Oh fuck! That sounds hot, but I doubt you�ll last that long."
"You�re the first woman I�ve been with since I got married.
You aren�t going to believe how long I�m going to fuck you. Now
suck me!" Margo moaned, her hand moved between her thighs, and
her mouth engulfed my cock.
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By 5 PM, both Glenda and I had been fucked three times. she
had gotten it twice from Mark and once from Fred while it was
just the reverse for me. Both men were temporarily drained and
were discussing dinner plans.
"There's a nice restaurant at the Marina on the other side of
the lake," Fred said. "I suggest we have Greg take the yacht
over there, and we'll all go ashore for dinner. Sound like a
plan?" We all agreed.
"Great. Why don't you girls get ready for dinner, and I'll
tell Greg the plans."
Glenda immediately got off the couch where Mark had just
finished screwing her for the second time and headed to the
bathroom to shower and dress. I decided to relax on the bed for
a few minutes before joining her. I was still lying there on my
back with my legs open when Greg entered. He took one look at my
cum-soaked, gaping pussy and began to rapidly strip.
"I thought you were supposed to be piloting the yacht?"
"I am, but I asked Fred to take the helm so I could sample your
delicious pussy. I hope you're not going to say 'no'. Are you?"
For an answer, I lifted my legs and pulled my knees back almost
against my tits. "Fuck me, Honey," I moaned in a husky whisper.
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"Ohhh god! Lick it, Glen! Lick meeeeeeeeeee!
Aaaahhhh...aaahhhhh... ooohhhhh. Oh Shit! Can you ever eat
pussy, Baby. OOHH OOHH OOHH cumminggg... I'm cumming again,
you hot bastard!"
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"UUNNHH! UUNNHH! UUNNHH! UUNNHH! Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!
Greg. Pound me, Stud. Hard. I'm cummingg... OMG I'M CUMMING!"
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It was nearly 11 PM. Dinner had been great. When we got back
on board and Greg had piloted the yacht to a small secluded
alcove, Fred and Mark each screwed Glenda and I again. This
time, Mark got me first while Fred banged Glenda. After thirty
minutes of rest, they switched pussies and fucked us again.
After Fred had pulled himself from between my legs, I laid on
the bed for awhile before getting up, getting my cell phone out
of my overnight case, and starting up the stairs to the deck. I
was halfway up, when Greg met me coming down. He promptly
scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his cabin on the
yacht.
"Bend over the table, Bitch," ordered. I�m going to fuck you
doggie. Do it! Now!"
I bent over as ordered and for good measure, thrust my ass
higher and moved my feet apart to open up the entire plane of my
pussy. While Greg was getting out of his clothes, I punched my
speed dial and called my husband�s cell.
"Hi, Honey," came my husband�s soft whispered voice... so low I
had a little trouble hearing him. "Are you being fucked?" he
asked. I could hear him panting with excitement.
In a whisper just as soft, I said, "Not yet, Glen, but Greg...
he�s the pilot... has me in his cabin bent over the table... he
stripping... when he�s out of his clothes, he�s going to fuck
your wife doggie style... pussy or ass... not sure which one
yet."
"Oh god... ah-ha... ah-ha... ah-ha... ah-ha... that�s so
fucking hot!" he groaned now panting louder than before.
"UUNNGGGHHH... AAAHHHHHHHHHH... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, GREG!
STICK IT IN... DEEP... YESS... YESSS.. LIKE THAT... NOW FUCK ME!
FUCK ME!"
Once more I heard my husband�s whispered voice. "He�s in you
now... fucking you?"
"Yess... in my cunt... oh shit... he�s really banging me,
Baby.. hot fuck stud... AAAAHHHHHH... HAMMER ME, LOVER...
HARDER!" I yelled in hot passion. Then suddenly, I heard a
female voice wailing over the phone the same way Greg was making
me howl.
"Oh gawd damn, Glen! UNGHH UNGGHH UUNNGGHH... How do you do
this... can�t fucking believe it... GGGGAAAAAAAAAHHHHH....
SHIT... I�M CUMMING AGAIN... AAAHHHHHHH!!"
"Oh shit... who are you fucking, Honey?" I asked as quietly as
I could in between grunting like a whore as Greg rammed his huge
cock hard against my cervix on every thrust.
"Margo Daniels... Fred�s executive secretary. I couldn�t stand
it any longer. I called her up..."
"AAAHHHH AAAHHHH AAAHHHHH ... CAN�T STOP... AAHHHHH...
AAAHHHHH... CAN�T STOP... CAN�T STOP CUMMING... AAAHHHHH
AAAAHHHHH... YOU�RE GONNA KILL ME GLEN... UUGGHHH... AAAHHHH
AAHHHHH.. STILL CUMMING... OOHHH SHIT... CAN�T STOP!!"
"As I was saying before this hot bitch interrupted me, Honey, I
called her up and ordered to come over and spend the night."
"Just a minute, Baby.... Now, I�m about to cum... FUCK ME,
GREG. FAST. RAM IT INNNNNN... ALMOST THERE!! NOW! NOW!
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!"
"Sounds like Greg knows how to ring my wife�s bell."
"No... that wasn�t him... That was you, Stud. Listening to
Margo howl like that got me off, not Greg. Jezzz... how many
times have you fucked the slut... how many times have you made
her cum?"
"This is going to be my sixth load... have no idea how many
times she�s cum. She just keeps cumming and throbbing... says
she can�t stop."
"I heard. Fuck her hard, Honey. I want to hear her cum
again." Greg continued to ram me ... now grunting hard.
"Here it comes, Corrine! Gonna cum in your cunt... UGH! UGH!
UGH! UGH! SHOOTING IT IN, HONEY...AAAHHHHHHH... DAMN! WHAT A
FUCK YOU ARE!"
Just as Greg pulled his now softening cock out of my vagina, I
heard Margo once more screaming in ecstasy. "OOHHH OOOHHH
OOOHHH... PLEASE... STOP... I CAN�T STAND THIS... CAN�T STOP
CUMMINGGG... PLEASE... PLEASE... LET ME REST... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
GAWD! MY PUSSY IS EXPLODING! GGGGAAAAAAAAA!!"
My hand flew to my clitoris. I only had to rub it a few times
before my vagina was once more throbbing in hard, spastic
contractions right along with my erupting clitoris.
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Sunday Night:
I was waiting in just my jockey briefs on the couch when
Corrine came in the front door shortly after noon on Sunday. I
jumped to my feet just as she dropped her overnight case. We
both ran toward each other, embracing fiercely, each trying to
devour the other's mouth with our own.
We staggered to the bed, never breaking the kiss. Once inside
our bedroom, I frantically tore at my wife's dress. She was
naked underneath. At the same time as I pulled off her black
sheathe, she yanked my briefs down my legs.
We fell onto the bed in a hot embrace. First she was top
aligning my rigid shaft with her opening and plunging downward.
She grunted and I groaned at the exquisite sensation of her wet
cunt sliding down my cock.
Corrine fucked herself like a hot bitch whore on my cock for
ten minutes. My first load pumped into her just as she was
having her second climax. Neither of us slowed down our frantic
coupling.
I had to ram into her. Rolling us over so that I was mounted
on my thrashing wildly excited wife, I power fucked my cock into
her upturned and waiting cunt. Her legs flew high, locked about
my hips, and pulled me deeper into her throbbing depths.
As I fucked her relentlessly, my fingers closed about her
nipples and squeezed hard. I felt her vagina erupt immediately
in another intense climax. The throbbing of her cunt seemed to
go on and on. In her rapture, my wife scratched my back and bit
my shoulder as she came yet again. The pain surged through me
and produced another powerful ejaculation inside her detonating
cunt.
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It was over an hour before we finally stopped, but we didn't
uncouple. Corrine kept her legs locked firmly about my hips, and
I kept my rod rammed all the way into her vagina.
"God! I missed you," I groaned. "Listening to you being fucked
was the hottest thing I've ever experienced. It was just beyond
belief."
"I felt exactly the same way knowing you were listening to me
getting laid. But what really drove me crazy was listening to
you fuck the shit out of Margo. She was going crazy. Obviously,
she's never been with a hot stud like you, Lover."
My cock was almost fully hard again, and I began slowly
thrusting in and out of my wife's eager pussy. Her legs locked
me tightly against her body. As we fucked, she noticed the blood
on my shoulder and back.
"OMG. What have I done to you!"
"You've fucked me like a wild woman... and I'm loving it!"
Fifteen minutes later, I had shot another load into my wife,
and she had had four or five more intense orgasms. It was hard
to count since she was moaning and throbbing continuously. We
still lay on the bed... firmly locked together except she was now
on top and in control.
"Honey," I said between pants. "When do you think Fred or one
of the other men will fuck you again?"
"Soon, Honey. Soon."
"Oh god yes!" My cock was rapidly surging to erection again.
"But I have a favor to ask. I hope you don't get angry or so
grossed out by me, that you lose that gorgeous hard-on I feel
inside my cunt."
"That's never going to happen, Corrine. NEVER! What is it?"
"I want you to call Margo next weekend and tell her that I'm
out of town again. Go her over here and fuck her ass off again."
"That's the favor? That's it?"
"Not quite, Darling. I want to hide in the closet and watch
while you fuck the hot slut."
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