I asked where we were going and my husband replied “The Wooden Nickel.” I responded with a resounding, great. The Nickel is a dimly lit, cozy little restaurant tucked away in the heart of Pittsburgh. At one time the restaurant was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. Then came progress and with the land values so high in the Pittsburgh area the wooded acreage surrounding the Nickel has become modernized with buildings to even include a three story hotel. Never the less once entering the Nickel the charm and mystic of the restaurant was still very much present, not to mention the food is excellent.

We’ve been married for nearly 38 years and my husband has never really celebrated Valentines but would always share a sentimental card with me. So, this dinner date on Valentines was quite exciting. As we left for dinner the kids said not to worry about the grandchildren and to have a good time. Little would I know that this Valentine would be a Valentine to remember!

Over the last several years I’ve put on a few extra pounds but this has never stopped my husband from making love to me. I was feeling somewhat sexy, I guess because it was Valentines and we were going out to dinner. I’m thinking a little romance tonight! I slipped into a black dress that stopped just above the knees. The top was also black, imitation silk but done up in good taste. The last button on the blouse was fastened just above my breasts. The few extra pounds wasn’t all the unflattering because my breasts were now a 36d. Now my husband is always ready to fondle my breasts and when he does fondle my tits those nipples of mine stand erect. Finishing my attire I had black, crotch less panty hose with four inch hooker heels attached to my tired aching feet. The four inch heels always reminded my husband of “the ladies of the night” and he would always kid me about being a hooker. My husband had always liked my calves and these heels pumped up the calves to form a little muscle. I just knew this combination would excite him and lead to a little romance. What I didn’t realize that this romance would be shared by another man, sex with another man other than my husband! I get damp between my legs just thinking about that night.

Dinner was great. I had my usual shrimp scampi and my husband who is always watching his health had the grilled chicken with portabella mushrooms. To my surprise we both had two glasses of wine. I, having a smooth chardonnay and my hubby, the health nut, had his white zinfandel to help with his cholesterol. I was even more surprise when hubby suggested we have another round. Later he would reveal to me that he was nervous and almost backed out at the last minute. He didn’t know how I would react or more importantly how he would react to another man, a complete stranger, fucking his wife. I’m so grateful that he didn’t change his mind and that he took that extra glass of wine. I don’t know if I ever told him since that night but it was a night to remember.

The three piece combo that was playing finally went to a slow set of music. The music was steamy, Luther Vandross, Johnny gill. As we were dancing my lover boy put his hands on the top of my now so slightly plump ass and kissed my neck. My god I thought, I’m going to have an organism right there on the dance floor. I am never the first one to leave any place and always give my husband hell for wanting to go. Tonight I said “We need to leave.” He responded “exactly babe, exactly.” As we left the restaurant I could feel the twitching and wetness in my pussy.

We left the restaurant and as we walked across the parking lot we begin to laugh at our little Hyundai. Times have been somewhat tough so this was the first used car that we had ever bought since we were married. The only redeeming feature was that the Hyundai was cute. We looked at each other, smiled got in the car and drove from the lot. I’m thinking and hope he’s thinking great sex tonight. Little did I know what was in store for this older hot, wet pussy?

This was a night of surprises to say the least. Our ride home was abbreviated by a stop at the new Marriott hotel. I looked at him and he looked and smiled at me and said “I got a room for us.” Little did I know that “us” meant the three of us? The room was new, very warm with soft accents and had a great view of the nightlights in Pittsburgh. On the nightstand was a small bottle of slightly chilled chardonnay. My husband poured me a glass and smiled. He whispered to me to relax on the bed and said “this would be a night to remember.”

I lay back on the bed and he gently took off my four inch high heels that were killing my feet all night long. He gently rubbed my feet and slowly reached up and under my dress and removed my panty hose. His hand briefly touched my pussy but I knew he had felt the wetness leaking from my cunt down on to the tops of my thighs. Removed next were the skirt and then the top. Now I’m lying on the bed just in my skimpy bra, my breasts bulging from it and my damp pussy in plain view. I am so hot that I can’t wait for my husband to slide his dick into me. That wasn’t the case. Hubby being anal retentive is folding my clothes, quite neatly I might add, on the bed next to me.

Just then I heard a knock on the door and with a look of surprise I asked, “Who could that be.” Hubby replied “don’t worry everything will be okay.” Well the four glasses of chardonnay were kicking and I was fully aware of my surroundings but feeling quite at ease. My husband opened the door and this young man walked into the room. At first I thought he must be room service. Well he was room service, not in the usual manner but the service I got from him that night was top notch. I guess the wine was working extra hard because I hardly flinched or for that matter I never even reached for the covers to conceal my pussy as the young man and my husband approach the bed. All I recall is my pussy beginning to pulsate.

My husband, as casually as he can be, introduced me to Antonio and says he is here, in town for the fireman’s convention that’s being held downtown. I’m thinking okay but why is this young, good looking man standing in front of me with my damp pussy fully exposed to him. Then it became clear. The fireman thing is kind of an inside joke because one of the x rated movies that we watch together is about fireman doing female fireman. I might add that these firemen really have some long thick hoses. My husband says he is a fire-fighter from Los Angeles as Antonio gently begins to sit at the bottom of the bed. I still did not make a move to cover my neatly trimmed pussy as Antonio was only a couple of feet from my cunt. Speaking of feet, my feet began to tingle and I felt my pussy beginning to go from moist to wet. All I can think of “is my husband going to let this young man fuck me.” Oh my god I’m so nervous that the sheet under my under my ass actually became wet from the juices leaking from my pussy.

You have to understand that we have been married for 38 years and my first real sexual encounter, fuck, sucking a cock, having my pussy eaten were with my husband. Sure there have been men who I have dated, men who have even touched me, and men who have lain naked next to me, men who have sucked my breasts and even slightly penetrated my pussy with their finger but never outright fucked me. Once I even had the courage to touch a cock but I was so young I couldn’t muster enough courage to let him, even though I cared about him, stick his dick in me. My first cock was my husbands. I might add that he really is a good lover, but I have always wondered if making love to another man would be just as good as or maybe even better than fucking my husband. Could tonight be that night? My palms were sweaty and I had this tight feeling in my chest. I’m lying on this bed with just my bra and my damp pussy exposed to this strange and handsome man sitting at the foot of my bed. Now my pussy is dripping wet and all I can think of is this Los Angeles firefighter going to stick his dick in my throbbing pussy.

My husband is 6’2” tall weighs around 225 lbs and for a man of 64 has a nice body. His penis is about 7” long and narrow around the girth. He has very little hair on his body but a full head of hair. His feet and his hands could be that of a women’s. He keeps his groin area trimmed and this makes for a pleasing sight both visually and physically when the love making begins. The whole time, as I lay exposed to Antonio, I’m thinking if I’m going to make love to Antonio what is under those clothes. Well I didn’t have to wait long as Antonio began to undress at my husband’s urging. Antonio standing in front of the bed removes his shirt to reveal some tight abs and a well-defined chest. All the while I’m saying to me “pull your dam pants down.” All I’m thinking is this really going to happen and my god I just can’t wait to see Antonio’s cock.

Hubby must have surely taken his time to pick Antonio. Antonio was 6’ tall and weighed about 185 lbs. He had dark features like my husband but his built was slightly better than my husband although he couldn’t have been more than 35 years of age. Once his shirt was removed I noticed he wasn’t very hairy. I have commented over the years to my husband that I don’t like hairy guys. He finally begins to take off his pants and I look at my husband and he reassures me by saying “its okay.” Antonio slowly drops his pants to the floor as if he is doing a strip tease. Now he is standing at the foot of the bed with his package bulging from his boxer shorts. My husband is standing at my side and I squeeze my husband’s hand as Antonio tries to drop his shorts to the floor. His boxers are stuck on his erect dick. As he slowly removes his shorts from around his cock, his penis is at full erection and snaps back and hits his lower abs. Instinctively my legs spread open as if to say fuck me, fuck me. I’m thinking “oh, my god.” His cock is hard, straight and pointing towards his chest exposing a large circumcised cockhead and a thick vein on the underside of his dick. I just knew by the size of that vein, Antonio was a huge cummer. His cock was slightly larger than my husband’s in length and width. I felt, I just knew I would cum when he stuck that beautiful cock in me.

This must have been hard for my husband since men put so much emphasis on the size of one’s dick. Although I have only had one cock in my vagina until this night, all the toys and gadgets that we have used throughout the years, I have derived the most pleasure just on the outside of my pussy. Size my matter to men but to me the head of any cock on the outside of my pussy pounding my clitoris and letting loose with a hot load of cum is the best feeling a woman could have. Besides I didn’t care at this point if it was a difficult situation or not for my husband to handpick Antonio. I was so selfish at this juncture, I just wanted to feel Antonio’s dick inside of me.

Once again I turned to my husband and started to say, he interrupts me and says, “Its okay”. Antonio begins to slide onto the bed, belly down exposing his tight young ass to me. Now with his body between my legs, he reaches up and begins to fondle my tits. I’m so excited, my pussy is soaking wet. I’m thinking there are times when I’m too wet it’s not as good verses great but I couldn’t control myself. Antonio’s head is between my legs and very close to my vagina. The hair from the top of his head is touching my pussy generating a steady stream of wetness. He is gently massaging my tits with one hand and the top of my thighs with the other hand. My husband leans over and tells me to take off my bra. He says “let Antonio see those beautiful nipples.”

I followed his command and I slowly removed my bra up and over my head. My tits, which are now large because of the extra weight I gained, are fully exposed to Antonio’s view. My tits immediately flop to the side of my chest and before they come to rest Antonio has his fingers on my erect nipples. I have never seem or felt those nipples so erect that it turned me on even more, if you can actually believe that. With Antonio’s head between my legs, I find the courage to reach down and squeeze his tight ass. Oh my god, I’m so excited I slid my hands off his ass and tried to reach under and grab his cock. No luck, he held his flat stomach firmly to the bed, his cock just out of my reach. “He gently releases my tits and he begins to push my legs ever so gently to the side. The front of his head was so close to my clit I could feel his warm breath, I almost exploded. Although, I was anticipating what Antonio was going to do, the sudden push of his tongue penetrating into and splitting my pussy lips, I became startled and pushed my muff into his face. His hands are now back on my breasts, playing with my erect nipples, his warm tongue and lips franticly licking and sucking my pussy, I couldn’t hold back. I exploded with such force that Antonio gasped for a short breath. This would be the first of many pleasurable orgasms that would happen on this Valentine’s night.

My husband is sitting at my side at the top of the bed with his cock bulging from his pants. I tried to remove his dick and he said no, enjoy yourself. As Antonio gently and slowly licked my cunt he began to rotate his body towards my face never missing a lick on my pussy. This was a night of many thoughts and I knew this rotation would bring that young strong cock right to my mouth. What seemed like forever, Antonio’s thick young cock was just inches from my face. His cock was so close to my face I could see he was now leaking his own love juices and his vein was so swollen as if he was ready to explode.

I looked at hubby and he said “go ahead, touch it, fondle it, and suck it if you want. It’s okay.” I just couldn’t believe what I was going to do to this stranger’s cock. I gently squeezed Antonio’s cock with one hand and with the other hand I am squeezing my husband’s dick so hard he says, “Please, please be careful.” Antonio’s cock is as hard as my husband’s. That thick, soft vein underneath Antonio’s shaft seemed to be ready to spurt and I’m hoping that’s not the case because I want to feel him shoot his hot cum inside of me. I gently released my grip on my husband’s dick and without any urging from my husband I used both of my hands to pull Antonio’s cock into my mouth. As Antonio’s cock penetrates my lips the excitement of another man’s dick in my mouth was too much for me to handle. I exploded again. I just sucked and sucked and couldn’t believe this was happening especially as my husband sat next to me. As all these crazy thoughts, as to what was happening were running through my head. Antonio was still sucking my pussy so softly, so slowly, I was so excited that I exploded again.

I finally released Antonio’s cock from my clutches and pulled his cock slowly from my mouth and I whispered to him to put it in, put it in. I was almost afraid to look at my husband but I mustered up the courage, looked at him and he whispered in my ear. “Let yourself go, fuck him, let him fuck you hard, it’s okay.”

Antonio slide around and within a split second his cock split my pussy lips and was inside of me. I exploded again and again. I could actually feel the head of Antonio’s young cock banging the upper most part of my cunt. I silently screamed and without any notice my husband’s cock was pressing against my lips. I gulped my husband’s cock into my mouth and began to pleasure him. Here I was with the second cock in my lifetime, banging the fuck out of me and the man that I love pleasuring me with his dick in my mouth. The X-rated movies that we have watched over the years had come to life and I might add with quite a bit of emotion and excitement. My cunt was throbbing and Antonio was pounding it as hard as he could and I was sucking my husband’s dick as hard as I ever did when I heard Antonio say, “I have to cum.”

Thirty some years, one cock, only one man cumming in me and now this stranger is going to blow his load in me. I exploded again even before he cummed. I slide my husband’s hard rock dick from my mouth, grabbed Antonio’s head and whispered to Antonio to cum just on the outside of me. He started to pull his cock out of my pussy. Again I whispered in his ear slowly, slowly and I began to cum again. Antonio’s cock never lost contact with my pussy. He slid his dick up and out of my pussy, rested that large, smooth head of his dick against the sides of my pussy, just below my clitoris. He was rubbing and rubbing the head of his dick around my clit and he finally exploded with the cum of a thirty five year old. It was hot, fast and my god there was so much of it. The cum fired up my vagina, hit my clitoris which caused another violent eruption. He pulled his cock from between my lips and shot the rest of his hot cum on my tits. I exploded with a milky substance that has never happened to me before. Antonio got up to his knees and he was rubbing and squeezing the last bit of cum onto my pussy. I just couldn’t believe this was happening.

I grabbed my husband’s cock, put it in my mouth and sucked and sucked until he cummed in my mouth. I haven’t done that to my husband since we dated years ago doing it in the back seat of his car. As he cummed in my mouth he just said “oh my god, oh my god”. I looked at Antonio’s cock and it started to go soft but he still had plenty of blood in that dick and he plunged it back into my pussy for the last time. I squeezed my cunt muscles to hold it in just a bit longer. My husband’s dick was still strong so i just stuck it back into my mouth. I felt Antonio’s dick starting to slide out of my cunt but it didn’t seem to matter, my pussy was still pulsating. Antonio pulled the last inch of his cock out of me and made his way to the bathroom. I gently removed my husband’s dick from my mouth and told him to lie down beside me. He looked at me and said “I love you” just lay here for a moment.

I heard Antonio leave the room, and then some water running. My husband returned to the bed with a warn wash cloth and wiped the stranger’s cum from my pussy, my stomach and my tits with the gentleness that he shows me when we are done making love. I was still excited and asked him to stick it in. He said, “Dear, I’m 64 years old, can we just take a minute or two.” I chuckled and said “okay.”

As we lay on the bed he asked me how it was. Tell me the truth he asked. I was somewhat afraid to tell him the truth but I finally mustered up the courage. I said it was great, it was tremendous. Feel my pussy; I made him touch my cunt. It is still trembling, look at the sheets they are soaking wet. His cum was hot and when that cum hit my clitoris it was on fire. All of this talk about Antonio fucking me energized this old husband of mine. He started to suck my tits which he loves to do and his finger slide down to my still throbbing clitoris were he gently rubbed until I cummed again. I felt his cock and he was hard. I pulled him on top of me and whispered in his ear “fuck me Antonio, fuck me.”

I don’t know if that was a slip of the tongue or not. Did i just want Antonio? It didn’t matter, hubby didn’t complain. He complied and fucked me as hard as he ever did. He exploded and his cum hit the upper most sensitive inner part of my pussy. I exploded over his cock with the same milky substance that Antonio brought forth from this old cunt. Hubby fell fast asleep but before I could fall asleep I noticed his cock was hard again. I’m thinking was he dreaming about what had just happened. I don’t know but I reach over and gently grabbed his cock and slid my body next to him. I put his dick next to my swollen and still pulsating pussy and as I fell asleep, I wondered what next Valentines would be like. I’m not sure I can wait that long; I wonder who the next Antonio will be!!!!

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Sometimes I used to feel embarrassed going out with her with all the young college guys ogling at her ass, and sometimes I used to get a hard on as older men openly leered at it. It used to be very thrilling when at parties colleagues and friends after a few drinks used to crowd around her chatting and trying to brush her ass or boobs as if by accident. When this happens I usually move out of the way to let the blokes have some fun. Later when we fuck she tells me all the mischiefs played out by each guy and our love making gets kinkier.

One night we had to leave for an overnight trip by bus to another city. We decided to play a game and boarded the bus as if we are strangers. She picked a back seat next to a young lad of 22 or so and a little later I boarded and sat next to her. She had dressed for the game, with a knee length skirt without panties. A loose top without a bra, a hand bag with lots of tissue paper to wipe her sopping cunt. When the bus got moving, I struck up a conversation with her and with the guy next to her. She was speaking sexily to the guy next to her and leaning across him brushing her tits all over him.

I had a raging hard on and since I wasn’t wearing underwear with a loose pant, I unzipped and let my cock out. Now he is a long fat black monster with a mind of his own. I placed a hand on her left under thigh and caressed it. I could feel the boys hand on her other thigh moving up to her pussy. Both of us started feeling her up. Soon they were snogging and deep kissing intently and I was working on her slimy clit.

His hand was working on her ample breasts tweaking up her nipple. She was moaning and luckily there were only a few people far to the front who couldn’t hear us over the sounds of a movie video. Then she pushed her ass towards me and bent down on his organ devouring it in her hungry mouth. The guy went wild with head thrown back was buckin his ass fuckin up at her mouth. She was lathered at her mouth and pussy obviously going all out for fun. I was wanking my cock up watchin all this with a finger probing her anal interior. Which was gripping my finger in spasms of her orgasms. It was an amazing sight and I would have given anything for capturing it on cam.

Suddenly he shuddered shaking the seat and came In loads into her mouth and collapsed. She looked up spat the spunk into the tissue and threw it out of the window, and wiped her face. The boy was hugging her and holding her like he was going to marry her. She then swung this way pushed her ass towards him and went down on my cock, which was all hot with my stroking. I caught her hair and fucked her mouth till I came. I saw the boy trying to sit down and lick her pussy, with her fat thighs encircling his head. Even after I dropped to sleep I could see them kissing and feeling each other deep into the night whenever I woke. At dawn we reached our destination the boy left after giving his number and we took a taxi to our hotel.

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I had raised the idea of “others” a couple of times, but Elaine’s shocked reaction soon stopped those idea’s. It wasn’t that she didnt like sex, or that she failed to find other men attractive. When Elaine had alcohol, another personality was waiting to get out. She did not drink often, but when she did, it was really “let your hair down time”. If music came on, she was up and dancing. If men were around, she was flirting. One time I had to rescue a shocked priest from a corner after a family wedding. But it always stopped short of Elaine really “getting” with someone and the next day she would be back to being faithful, little, wifey again.

Last year Elaine’s sister had a girl and a family Christening was coming up. On the day, celebration started eary as usual in the old, Irish, family tradition. Elaine had downed several vodka’s before the service and quite a few more afterwards. We ended up going into town and passing a bar were a band were playin. Elaine dragged me inside. I am not much of a dancer,but Elaine knows that and immediately threw herself onto the floor and got going with the hip action.

Elaine is 32 years old and has kept her looks and figure very well. Slim, with nice,firm, breasts and great legs, it was no surprise to see men looking at her as she gyrated on the dance floor. One in particular was really giving her the once over. There were alot of strangers in town and I presumed he was one of the Polish or eastern European men who had been taken on at the meat packing factory during the pre Christmas busy period. The man was older than us, maybe mid 40′s or so, with black hair and glasses. It was his clothes that singled him out as eastern European. They were just a different style to ours and somehow more practical, the sort you could go to work wearing. He was dancing lose to Elaine near the front of the stage and was staring almost intently at her, never taking his eye’s off her.

I kept Elaine’s glass filled all evening and when the man approached the bar to get a drink I struck up conversation with him. He had only limited English,but I found out he was Dimitri from Rumania. He was working at the meat packing factory to support his wife back home. H e produced a picture from his wallet of a rather plain,serious looking, middle aged,woman, with 5 children of various ages grouped around her . He enquired about my family and I pointed over to Elaine. Dimitri said “You are lucky man. She is beautiful woman”. He paused winked and said “Sexy woman”. I suddenly found myself lying and saying that Elaine enjoyed coming to dance with men. My new friend Dimitri said ‘You like wife to do the dancing with the men. Maybe get sexy, sexy, eh” ? I kind of laughed and said “Maybe” That gave the man a big, green, light to get back on the dance floor and he was soon really close to Elaine, boogying with her.

By the time another hour had passed Elaine was pretty drunk and getting unsteady on her feet. She came towards the bar, followed by Dimitri. Elaine’s speech was slurred and Dimitri was taking a few liberties,putting his arm around her and moving in close. Elaine’s eyes were a little glazed and she was giggling and telling him he was “A naughty,naughty man”. I said I would get a cab and despite Elaine’s protests that she wanted stay there, I called one.

When the cab arrived Dimitri helped me get Elaine out of the bar. She was staggering and we got each side to walk her in a straight line. I said to Dimitri ” Would you like to come back for a drink” ? Dimitri gave me the same sly wink he had earlier. Leaning towards me, he said in a low voice,”We have drinks then we make sexy with Elaine (he pronounced it as Elan). Yes” ? I nodded and said “Lets see”. We got Elaine into the back seat and on the way she was talking away. Her voice was so slurred it was difficult to understand, but the jist of it was that she was happy to be in the company of 3 sexy men. She was including the cab driver in that number,who in his 60′s, overweight and balding, appeared very flattered.

When we arrived Elaine had to be almost pulled out of the seat. Dimitri helped me stand Elaine up and the cab driver got out and asked if we needed help. I gave a nod and we half walked,half carried Elaine into the house and sat her on the sofa. I paid the cab driver and as he was turning to leave I said “Why not stay for a drink.” ? He hesitated,then looking over at Dimitri who had sat down next to Elaine and was kissing her neck, he said, “Well maybe just the one”.

I went into the kitchen,got out the vodka and poured 4 shots before going back into the lounge. Elaine was slumped back on the sofa. She was mumbling incoherently and her eyes were glazed. Dimitri had unfastened the buttons of her blouse and his hand was inside, caressing Elaine’s breasts through her bra. The cab driver was sitting in an armchair next to the sofa looking on. I handed him a vodka and he took a good gulp. Dimitri removed his hand from inside Elaine’s top and he pulled her forwards. I moved towards the sofa and the cab driver leaned across to hold her while Dimitri unsnapped the clip of Elaine’s bra to release her breasts. Then his hands were all over them,cupping and squeezing. The cab driver was saying “Oh jeez.she is stacked. Beautiful just beautiful” as Dimitri lowered his head to suck on Elaine’s prominent nipples.

Under the weight of Dimitri’s attentions Elaine had falllen sideways and I knelt down and lifted her legs onto the sofa ,so she was laid on her back. I stood up to get a drink and the cab driver got out of the armchair and shuffled across on his knees. He pulled Elaine’s skirt up and turning towards me said “You ok with this fella” ? I just nodded and he immediately hooked his fingers into the top of Elaine’s panties and tights, before tugging them down to her knees. The cab drivers licked his lips as his piggy little eye’s feasted on Elaine’s exposed mound, now only by covered her triangle of soft auburn hair.

Dimitri continued to enjoy Elaine’s breasts ,while the cab driver lifted one of her legs to move them apart. He leaned further,sniffed and said “That pussy smells really good”. Then his wrinkled, podgy, hand slid between her legs and he started to stroke and explore Elaine’s sex.

I sat on a chair and took a big hit of vodka. I could not believe how the day was working out and it seemed kind of surreal to be watching two strangers performing sex acts on Elaine in our own lounge. All I knew was that it was mind blowingly exciting and I knew I was not going to call a halt. Dimitri suddenly sat up, got to his feet and began unfastening his trousers. He pulled them down and for some reason noted he was wearing old fashioned,baggy,string underpants, before his large,erect, penis sprang out from a thick bush of black,wiry,pubic hair. He reached down and took the tip between thumb and finger, sliding his foreskin back to reveal his shiny, engorged,plumlike, glans. The cab driver moved back and sat himself in the armchair to watch.

It was obvious the Dimitri had had enough of the foreplay. Elaine was laid,eyes closed,mouth half open,breathing deeply, as Dimitri got onto the sofa and kneeled between her parted thighs. He moved her legs wider apart and lowered himself on top of her. As he guided his cock between her legs, I knew that this was the moment I should do the right thing and say “Hold on,you need to use a condom”, but I did not speak. I sat watching as the this total stranger nudged the big, purple, tip of his cock between my wife’s pussy lips and with a firm but gentle push,penetrated her. Elaine did not give any response as Dimitri pushed again, getting deeper inside her. I found I had been holding my breath and I suddenly scked air in and was almost panting like a dog as I continued to take in the scene in front of me.

Dimitri pushed again and was fully up Elaine’s pussy now. He began to thrust at first slow, then faster and deeper. The cab driver was encouraging him ” Thats it. Fuck her. Push it right up her cunt”. I knew this first mating was not going to last long. The Rumanian was just too turned on and impatient to wait more than 30 seconds. The thought that Elaine and I had made love in the middle of the previous week popped into my head A seperate part of my mind calculated and told me their was a big risk of Elaine getting pregnant, but I heard my voice join the cab driver’s “Yes. Go on, she is ready for a good fucking”. Dimitri was thrusting hard and fast now.Elaine was making small moaning sounds but not moving as he fucked her. Then he pushed his cock really deep, groaned and then his arse was jerking as he started to cum. The cab driver had his cock out and was masturbating as he watched. He was saying ” Yea beautiful. Go on give her it. Spurt right up her pussy”. My voice sounded strange,sort of high pitched and breathless. I said Yes, go on .Cum in her. Its ok. Go on give her your baby”.The man eagerly filled Elaine’s pussy with his warm, slippery semen.

Guys notice me everywhere I go. I observed men looking at my huge breasts and bulging ass. The long stares of hungry men, especially older ones excited me and I started to dress provocatively. I wore chuddidar, skirts and t-shirts. The t-shirts and chuddidar tops would have deep cut in front that would show my 34-inch breasts. if I wore chuddidar , the pant would be very tight so as to stick to my legs and give a clear outline of the structure. Watching the men staring at my assets, would always made me wet. Since I stay home full time, I get to work out a lot and keep myself tone.

My husband, Kabeer, has let himself go. He was cute when we married, and at the time I thought that he was going somewhere. In recent times, His career in sales seems to be going nowhere. Previously, I used my MIND,BODY, and ASSESTS to entertain his Potential buyers and customers in a posh hotel in South Mumbai. This stopped, once I got a baby and became tied up in family affairs.

I was somewhat hopeful that he would get promoted, but he said that there is a new guy, Achaal, who is showing him up. He complained about Achaal all the time. He says that he puts him down in front of other workers. Kabeer says that Achaal makes jokes questioning his manhood. Kabeer said he laughs it off in front of others, because he does not want to seem weak. He doesn’t try to give it back. He says that he’s taking the higher ground. I think that he is intimidated. He knows that Achaal is going to get the promotion that my husband is hoping to get.

We went to the upcoming Office party. He loves having me there so that people see that he has a trophy wife. I wore a hot sleeveless black dress that showed my shoulders and back. The dress was stopped well above my knees. It was wrapped around my body showing my tight ass and other assets.

We walked into the party. I was not happy to be there. I asked him to go get me a drink, something strong. I stood against the wall. Just then a gorgeous man came up to me. “Hmmmmmm,” he said looking up.

He was 6’2”. His body was well defined. He had a strong face and a look of confidence. With a deep, sexy voice, he said, “What am I to do, the most beautiful woman here is standing under the mistle toe.”

I looked up and smirked. “I guess I am.”
He leaned in and kissed my cheek. My husband does not wear cologne and normally smells bad. This man smelled incredible. My knees went weak smelling his cologne. “What kind of cologne is that.”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” he said with a wry smile.

“I’m AMISHI,” I said as I outstretched my hand. He gently took my hand in his strong hand and kissed it, then leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I can kiss a woman of your beauty all evening.” His cologne was driving me crazy. I was found him deeply attractive. Just then my husband walked back over. “Honey,” I said, “I have just been talking with this charming man…”

“Achaal,” my husband said dryly.
“Oh, I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry,” I stated.
Achaal’s eyes lit up. “You mean you have heard of me. Did he tell you about a young stud who is the top dog that poor Kabeer wishes he was?”

I nodded my head yes and took a long sip of my drink, nervous about where this was going. Achaal continued, “Kabeer, I can’t believe that you talk about me at home but never talk about your gorgeous wife at work. I make so many jokes at your expense, but you never told me that you managed to get a wife much too beautiful for anyone. She may be too gorgeous for anyone, but she is certainly way above your league.”

Kabeer tried to explain himself, but Achaal interrupted. It was clear that he was in control. I hate to say this, but Achaal had me turned on. Achaal looked at me, “I am curious. When you met, did you have the same problems making love?”

I looked at Achaal. Kabeer and I rarely make love anymore. “I don’t understand.”
Achaal continued, “Trouble making love. Your husband’s stomach sticks out further than his dick.”

I laughed and touched Achaal’s arm. “That’s a more recent problem,” I said.
My husband looked humiliated. Maybe it was because I had almost finished my drink, but I was actually trying to impress Achaal.

Achaal continued pushing it. “I have joked with the secretaries that Kabeer must be less than six inches hard. They said that’s impossible. They said that being well-endowed is the only way to explain his attractive wife. Let’s settle this. AMISHI?”
I was looking at his blue eyes. “You’re right, Achaal.”

“Honey!” Kabeer said. “Oh baby, Achaal and I are just joking around.” Achaal turned to Kabeer. “Well I am sure that you have manners in how you treat a lady. I can see that she finished her drink.” Kabeer looked dumfounded. He did not want to walk away. “Honey, please get me another drink. Achaal and I will be right here. He will take care of me.” With that I locked my right arm into Achaal’s. He took his arm out and placed it around, holding my waist with his strong hand. Achaal grew stern, “You heard her, pencil dick. Go get her a refill.” Kabeer sulked away with my empty glass in hand. With my husband out of site, Achaal turned to me and said, “I would love to show you a great view of the city.” He held out his hand, and I took his hand. He led me away. Several people stared, knowing that I am married to Kabeer.

He took me to a door that read, “Assistant Manager for Sales and Operations.” I said, “Oh, this is the promotion that Kabeer is hoping for.” Achaal laughed. “I have the job. Kabeer doesn’t know this, but he will be working for me starting on Monday.”

I have to admit that I was doubly turned on to know that I would be not just with a hot guy but with Kabeer’s boss.

We walked in, and Achaal closed the door. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped mine around his neck. He kissed me deeply, and I let out a deep moan. His keep was deep and passionate. Then he kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. I began to moan. He kissed my ear and whispered, “You are being a very bad girl.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Does that turn you on?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I am damn hot.”
Achaal corrected me. “No, speak in detail when I tell you to.”

I understood just what he meant. “I am turned on because I am fucking my husband’s boss.”

“Are you my slut?”
“Yes, Achaal.”

With that Achaal unzipped my dress. He delicately took off my bra. My pussy was so wet. He started sucking on my tits. “Mmmmmmm baby, yes.”

He slid my lace panties off. His strong arms picked me up and placed me on his desk. He then pushed my legs apart. He lowered his head, and I felt his tongue on my clit. The truth is that it has been years since I have had my pussy eaten and even longer since I have had any sort of good sex. His tongue ran circles around my clit.

“Oh God, yes Achaal. Your tongue feels so good.” He then started to rub his tongue over my clit. “Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Holy God, yes.”
I laid there in ecstasy at the pleasure I felt between my legs. My juices were flowing into my already wet pussy. I already felt more pleasure and was more turned on than I had ever felt with Kabeer. I was just moaning, telling Achaal how great he was making me feel.

I was getting close to an orgasm. I started bucking my hips into his face, yelping in a high pitch that people in the hall must hear. “Achaal, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I am cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg. Oh yeah. Baby. God.”

My breathing slowed, I was laying on his desk catching my breath. Meanwhile, he took off his clothes to reveal his Adonis body. I just started at his 8+ thick inches of white meat.
He laid on top of me, the head of his dick at the opening of my very wet pussy. “I’m not on the pill,” I told him.

“Do you care?”
“No, I want a real man’s big cock inside me.”
“Your husband’s not good enough?”

“No. His puny dick could never do it. I need a real man. Please, I need you inside me.”
I felt his large cock splitting my pussy apart. I had never been with someone so big. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Achaal, you are so big. Yes, baby, yes.”

He began to push further. I placed my hands on his strong biceps. I felt so safe and protected. He pushed deeper into me, filling me with half of him.

“Oh, keep going. Spread my pussy with your big dick.” Then he jammed the entire thing deep inside me. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh, holy fucking shit. Yes, yesssssss.” I felt like his dick was splitting me in two. It hurt so good. Then Achaal began thrusting hard, pushing my thin frame into the desk below this powerhouse. He was pulling out so just his head was inside, then jamming it hard inside me.

“Yes, baby, fuck me. Pound my pussy. Pound it. Pound it. I am yours to do what you want with.” He was pounding me harder than I had ever been fucked with the biggest cock I had ever had. I knew that I was getting broken in for many hot times ahead.

“Fuck me Achaal, fuck me.”

He yelled, “I am going to cum. I am going to shoot my jizz deep into your belly.”
“Mmmmmmmmm. Yes, Achaal, yes. Please do that. Shoot it deep inside of me.” He began bucking his hips. I was cumming again, too. “Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh, I am cummmmmmmiiiinnnnnggggg.”

Then I felt him unload lots of cum deep into my pussy. He shot 4 times the load that Kabeer had. My pussy was dripping with cum. He rubbed his head on my pussy, capturing some of the cum that was dripping out. He brought to my mouth, and I hungrily ate it up.

We got dressed, and Achaal and I found Kabeer. I French kissed Kabeer, letting him taste our juices in his mouth. “Where have you been?” he asked bewildered.

“Let’s just say that I can see why you are intimidated by Achaal. He is quite the man.” On the way home, he begged for details. I told him that all would be revealed in time.

On Monday morning they announced Achaal’s promotion. Kabeer looked devastated. He saw me across the room. “What are you doing here?” he asked. He looked bewildered. Then Achaal walked, “AMISHI, I am glad that you can make it.” He kissed me on the lips.

I looked at Kabeer, “Achaal asked me to join his team as the BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT CONSULTANT Pan India and you and your team will report to me.”

I walked away with my pussy wet about my new lover and cuckold husband.

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In the throws of passion, we experimented in talking dirty to each other and started sharing our deepest and darkest fantasies, which always would get us hotter and hotter. She would tell me that she fantasized being raped by a well-hung, tall, dark stranger while I watched, unable to save her. I told her that I always fantasized of watching her dominated and fucked senseless by another man. I asked her if she would ever consider living out such a fantasy and I was shocked by her response. She said “yes”, but the only stipulation was that I don’t tell her before it happens and that I watch and don’t stop it once it has started, no matter how rough it got. So obviously, I agreed.

Months went by and I began obsessing about this fantasy and started to research online: threesomes, cuckolds, rough sex and rapes. I stumbled upon a black guy’s web site named Steve’s Slab, whom bragged about dominating woman with his huge cock. I contacted him stating that I was in the market for a large cock to assault my wife while I watched and sent a picture of Jill. He responded that he would tear her apart if given the opportunity and then sent a picture of himself. He looked huge and I decided that I had found the right person for Jill to live out her twisted fantasy. He agreed and said that he had a great surprise for us, and to email him with the details of when and where to meet. I began my plan to schedule a little get away to the beach and booked a hotel room at a little shady motel that I was sure no one would interrupt if they heard any screaming from the motel room. I emailed Steve and told him all the details.

Jill was excited about taking a long weekend trip to the beach. I packed for both of us and as a little twist I switched out her birth control pills for sugar pills that whole month. I wanted this guy to cum in her fertile pussy and play a dangerous game of pregnant Russian roulette. We hit the local bar after a long day in the sun. Jill wore a slutty little miniskirt and a white see thru tube top. Jill was very playful this evening and kept pouring drinks down her tube top to give the bartender and the patrons quite the show. After 8 drinks each we decided to go back to the hotel and hump our brains out. Jill, weighing only about 90lbs, soaking wet, was falling all over herself, all the way back to our motel. We got to our room and as I opened the door, Steve showed up on cue and barged in and pushed Jill on to the bed, holding a knife to her beautiful breasts. He told me to strip out of my clothes and pushed me into a chair and tied me up facing the bed. I was kind of confused why he tied me so tight to the chair as I couldn’t get free even if I wanted to. Once I was tied tight, Steve winked at me, and put tape over my mouth. Jill was too scared and disoriented from all the drinking to try to get away, and I knew this would be awesome to watch her be completely dominated. Thus began our plan to fuck my wife.

He forced her down onto the bed and handcuffed her hands behind her back so she could not wiggle free. He climbed onto the bed and forced her legs wide open. He grabbed a hold of her tube top and tore it right from her body, and in one motion ripped her skirt right off laughing that she didn’t have any underwear on and she must be ready for a hot night. She screamed for help but it was immediately muffled when he placed duct tape over her mouth. He began groping her very roughly. Once both of us were under his complete control, I heard a knock at the motel door. I was worried that it might be the police as someone might have heard all the commotion. Steve climbed off of my wife to go and answer the door.

In walks two of the largest black men I have ever seen, both laughing after seeing us tied down and naked. So here I sit naked tied to a chair with my wife defenseless on the bed. She was squirming all over the bed with 3 sets of hands grabbing and pulling at her. Three mouths kissing, biting, and licking her all over her body. They tugged at her big breasts, while pinching her nipples until she screamed into the duct tape. From the terrified look in her eyes, Jill was not being very receptive to the situation but I was in no position to stop this. The men quickly stripped out of their clothes and revealed 3 of the longest and fattest cocks I have ever seen. Now I started to worry that this was a bad idea. Jill’s small frame struggled to take my cock and there was no way she would be able to take on one of these monsters, never mind if they decided to fuck her all at once. They stroked their cocks until they were hard. One man laid down on the bed and the other two men picked Jill up over their heads, spread her legs and lowered her down onto the guys huge cock. She had trouble opening her pussy up enough to accept his monstrous cock, but the other men forced her down on it. I could hear the pop sound as the head of his cock forced its way into her body. They pushed her down until the man’s cock bottomed out inside of her. I have pushed deep inside of her before and have always hit the back of her before I am completely inside of her. Some how this giant cock managed to not only push deep inside of her but was buried to the hilt inside of her. Jill’s screams turned into primal grunts and moans which I could not tell if it were from pain or pleasure. I was worried that she would not be able to take all this abuse but strangely the carnal rage that the men displayed on my wife, made my dick as hard as a rock. With a smirk on my face, I watched on. The two men bounced my wife up and down the first man’s cock. Lifting her almost completely off of his dick, revealing the head of his cock, only to let her fall nearly a foot back onto his cock. There was no doubt that his cock was slamming the back of her pussy if not entering her cervix. I could see the sweat beading up on her back as blood curdling screams spilled from her taped mouth…

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He handled it with an extremely light touch, teasing it with his finger tip, occasionally squeezing it between his fingers, but never actually going wild over it. Again these made me wonder about Glen. He was certainly no gay and this was not his first adventure into sex. He also seemed to have a strategy, slowly and deliberately building Gillian up, leaving her writhing for more but making her wait and wait.

This again was in contrast to my style of diving in and getting on with it. I used to think that Gillian enjoyed my grasping her clit and really going hard on it straight away. Apparently this was not the case. She writhed and struggled as Glen teased and played with her. Gillian’s ass shook violently as she tried to buck her pussy mound to meet his touches, but he left her hanging there and increased his grip on her body so that she struggled in vain.

“I can’t wait any more”, I groaned. These were the first words that any of us had spoken.

“Sure”, Glen said politely, moving aside. “She’s all yours”.

I mounted Gillian, cradled her ass in my hands so as to pull her towards me and my cock penetrated her pussy. She was wet and squelchy and she moaned as I entered her. A few quick strokes and I felt my cock swell inside her and suddenly I was cumming, waves and waves of cream shooting through my cock into Gillian’s hot and tantalised pussy as I groaned, writhed and gyrated over her.

Completely spent, I lay on Gillian for a few seconds as Glen politely waited for me to dismount.

I pulled out of her. “Lovely, that was great”. And it had been. I don’t think I had ever sprayed so much cum inside Gillian, or anywhere else.

“You two carry on” I said patronisingly as I gathered up my underwear and stuff. Not that I needed to because Glen had once more taken a position of command and was licking Gillian’s nipples and his body had moved onto Gillian’s again.

Over the next few days, Gillian and I had sex over and over again. We just couldn’t get enough of it. I made her narrate what Glen had done to her after I had finished off and gone to take a shower. Not wanting to interrupt them I went into our spare bedroom and left the door open because the sounds of sexual activity were giving me an enormous thrill.

When I say sounds, I mean Gillian’s sounds really. She squealed and whimpered and I could only guess what Glen was doing with her. I could hear him pant over his efforts. Each time I thought he was going to take her, there were moments of silence as he left Gillian hanging on, and then started her all over again. He stroked her clit with short and long strokes and – from what Gillian told me later – then thrust his two long and hard fingers inside her pussy and located her g spot and played her up with that.

The sounds and my imagination at the things he must have been doing to her made me horny again but simultaneously I had a feeling of nausea in my stomach because Glen was more than obviously making a huge success of the whole venture. My cock was hard again and I just had to stroke it. The feeling was exquisite. I closed my eyes and imagined Glen holding Gillian tight and pinned down as he masturbated her pussy. Gillian squealed and whimpered, begging for more but being ignored.

As she told me later, he deliberately kept his huge cock away from her, away from her hot and fervent hands and only occasionally did he mount her and rub his huge organ over her belly and in between her quivering tits. His fleshy lips sucked her erect nipples and the tip of his tongue felt its way down to her navel whilst one hand handled and fondled her curves and the other hand worked on her clit and pussy.

My hard cock exploded again as I gave myself a good masturbation. Gillian and Glen were still at it. They just could not get enough of each other and after what seemed an age I began to hear the gentle rhythm of the bed frame rattling. It was a gentle motion at first, slow and deliberate. But the momentum continued to grow and grow and then finally the whole bed began to vibrate, stronger and stronger.

Glen had penetrated Gillian with his lengthy cock and was threshing into her. I could hear his balls splat against her ass with his motions, stronger and stronger and then I heard him shout “Jeez” and “Oh my God”. Gillian screamed. The sounds subsided and then there was perfect silence, broken by a few whispers and a wet exchange of kisses. All of that I heard distinctly.

Gillian’s debriefings were detailed and precise. I made sure of that through constant questioning and repetition to compare and detect whether she was making any of it up by confusing her facts. But her facts were accurate and well-ingrained in her memory. There were also several confession sessions.

All these were made with Gillian naked, on her knees, kneading and cajoling my cock to cum. Masturbation has always been high on my list of priorities since I had discovered its joys at the age of 12. Nobody had told me about it, or instructed me in its art. I had discovered it myself during shower time. Without knowing why I began to feel my cock become rigid and my hand was drawn to stroke it. The more I stroked the more rigid it became.

The culmination of this stroking ended in a dizzy, queasy feeling, but a feeling of intense pleasure. I just couldn’t explain how or why. Neither could I explain why this sensational feeling was accompanied by spurts of a white, creamy liquid that caused an awful mess and was quite warm when it left my cock tip. One thing I knew for sure – it was bad and sinful to do such things and I often felt a deep sense of shame after the pleasure.

Later, from school chit-chat, I learned that this was wanking and that boys and men did it often to satisfy their sex feelings and pressures. I felt less sinful and anyway my urges made me wank at least once daily and very often two or three times a day and whilst doing it, I used to imagine girls that I knew and how they would appear if I saw them naked and if I could touch them in their sensitive places, that is their tits and between their legs.

Well, at school you learn a lot. In my early teens clandestine pictures of naked women were passed from hand to hand and for the first time I saw what a naked woman looked like without having to imagine it. My masturbations continued unabated with the help of these peripherals – a picture of a naked woman in my left hand and my right hand fervently masturbating my lurching cock, my brain fantasising on the girls and women I knew. Sometimes it would be a school teacher; often a neighbour and even a cousin or an aunt.

Glen and I went through the school streaming system together as term after term we were class-mates. We became firm friends and friendship led to physical interest in each other. At first it was in the school toilets, but later we arranged sleep-overs in each others’ houses and that led to longer sessions and more serious forms of masturbation as we skilfully handled each others’ bursting cocks.

Early on I accepted that I was a masturbation fetishist and actually preferred a good hand-job to a full fuck. I ran both schools of pleasure in parallel sessions, fucking Gillian hard and also masturbating in private when the opportunity arose. I also persuaded Gillian to occasionally masturbate me rather than completing the full sex act with her. We were quick to adapt to each others’ needs.

Her confession sessions were undertaken like that as she recounted her episode with Glen, whilst torturing my cock. She had taken an instant liking to Glen, was actually ecstatic about him and the stuff he had done to her. She carefully explained how he had tantalised her with his fore-play, how massive his dick felt when she handled it and then how she felt his length when he slid it into her pussy. How he had expertly handled her to build her up to a climax and then denied her that climax and then started building her up again. It brought back memories that he used to do this to me during our jacking-off pleasures!

She also loved the way he pinned her down with his big body, not letting her move as his hands ravaged her, feeling her all over, cradling her curves, sucking on her nipples and then licking her clit and inserting his tongue deep inside her wet pussy, yes, even though it was still oozing my cum.

The finale she explained best of all, the way he had positioned her, mounted her, inserted his cock inside her and then slowly and gradually began to build up a head of steam, probing his big cock deeper and deeper, faster and faster, until, in a frantic flourish, he had gripped her hard and really pounded her and unleashed a stash of hot cum deep inside her pussy. At that moment she came too and was ecstatic.

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Glen and I went back a long way; we were at school together where we discovered we were bisexual. We engineered opportunities and sought out each other’s cocks as frequently as possible and had some wonderful times fondling each other and jerking each other off.

When we left school we drifted apart but still managed to keep in touch. Because we lacked physical contact I was not quite sure whether Glen had become totally gay or whether he was still bisexual. From the bits and pieces of news I gathered he didn’t have a girlfriend. I certainly knew I was bisexual because Gillian and I had good sex together although I have to confess that occasionally, when I lay back as Gillian masturbated me to cum, I would often think of Glen and the stuff we did together at school.

With Gillian and I, it was love at first sight. I had seen her strolling along the promenade with her sister, and when our eyes met, I knew she was the girl for me. I dated her and we soon started going out together and found we had loads of things in common, particularly our views on sex and the joys of sex. Yet funnily enough, we had been out several times before I actually kissed her and – as she always reminds me – it was actually she who kissed me first!

We were sitting on a park bench and had snuggled up close. I was wondering whether it would be appropriate to put my arm around her shoulders when she leant over, took my hand and pursed her lips together. Like a magnet our lips met and I felt her first soft and wet kiss on my lips. My cock immediately jerked in reaction.

From that first kiss we made fast progress. Gillian’s nubile body and her sexy outlook on life drove me desperately crazy. She wasn’t the type to publicly flaunt her sex, or dress or look a slut. But in private she was hot and fervent and I just couldn’t keep my hands off her. She was very fair-skinned and had greenish-greyish eyes, a lovely pair of tits – not small, but not over-generous – and large, silky, brown areolas surrounding pert nipples, and she was curvy throughout and had a particularly fleshy ass that I just loved to handle. It was the kind of ass that you could ripple by gliding your hand over the flesh so as to make it wobble. It was also the kind of ass that you could pinch and leave red blob marks over.

There were some drawbacks. She refused to suck cock (although she loved to receive oral sex herself and went into ecstasy when I chewed and slobbered over her clit) and absolutely refuted to have her ass penetrated (although she loved me to suck and lick her asshole). No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t surmount either obstacle. But I guessed that in time these would come right too. However, on the plus side she gave brilliant hand jobs and fucking her was a wild pleasure. She just loved to feel cum spurting inside her.

We also shared wild fantasies and both of us loved to dialogue and let our imaginations roam. We discussed what it would be like if we were into threesomes and she liked the idea of having another man in our action as long as I didn’t mind and as long as it was just sex. We discussed a variety of different men of our mutual acquaintance and naturally enough some made her hot and others didn’t suit her fancy.

One guy who did pass muster was my office manager. He was twice our age (we were in our very early 20’s), but he was a womaniser and appreciated a good, sexy body. When I first introduced Gillian at an office party, his eyes shone when they shook hands. He pinched her cheek and blurted “hey, what a lovely girl”. Gillian turned a bright pink and I knew she was turned on by him.

On numerous occasions as I was fucking her she loved to hear me recount various fantasies about what Tony (the boss) would do with her if he could get his hands on her. Her particularly favourite theme was how I would hand her over to Tony who would use his vast sex experience to train her to become a slut by putting her through a sex training course, schooling her in giving best hand jobs and best fucks, doing loads of practical work with her and directing her to have sex with other men.

When he had sufficiently trained her and broken her in, Tony would then hand her over to me and say, “She’s all yours now. I’ve broken her in properly. She’s a first class fuck”.

Alas, neither of us had the courage to turn this fantasy into reality and it remained just a fantasy.

Then, one day I thought of Glen. He and I had had some sex together in the past, and he was our age. I had often mentioned him to Gillian and had told her how close we were (without of course telling her that we had frequently jerked each other off), and she was curious about him. The last I had heard of him was that he had taken up professional photography and was working with the local weekly rag. It wouldn’t be difficult to track him down.

“I’m going to look Glen up and maybe get together again for lunch or just for a drink”, I said one day. Gillian had seen him from some school pictures I had shown her, showing a fairly tall and vaguely handsome boy with a disarming smile.

“Maybe I could ask him round one evening for dinner”.

Gillian looked me in the eyes intently, trying to read what I had in mind.

“Sure, why not. That’d be nice”.

“He might be interested in making up a trio?” I asked enquiringly.

“Yea, maybe he would”. Gillian tried to look cool about the proposal but I could see she was already turned on by the prospect. “You’ll have to ask him. He might not like it, or maybe he might not like me”.

“He’ll like you alright. I know Glen”. I tried to sound convincing but had some reservations just in case he had declared himself to be fully gay.

In the eventuality, he turned out to be far from fully gay! We met for lunch and had loads of stuff to catch up on. What struck me most was that he had grown big, into a six footer. Well, he was always fairly tall, but he really towered over me now. We reviewed the gap of things that had taken place since we had last met at school. He was single and unattached and had a fairly laid back lifestyle and loved his job as a photographer. I showed him a picture of Gillian and his lips curled sexily.

“Hey, she’s a bomb. You’re one lucky guy”.

“She’d love to meet you”.

“That’s great, hey, why not. I’d love to meet her”.

Despite not having met for so many years, we very quickly renewed the intimacy we had enjoyed at school. I explained our fantasies to him and all the stuff that Gillian and I did together and it turned him on. I could see that under the table he was having difficulty in controlling the bulge that had undoubtedly swelled up there. I was having difficulties with the same problem myself!

Two days later he came round to dinner and from the onset I felt an enormous surge of powerful sexual tension amongst the three of us. Not a negative tension, but a highly positive one. The atmosphere simply buzzed and crackled with it and this kind of tension lasted for many years later when our threesome became a highly permanent arrangement.

It started from the moment that Glen walked into our apartment and I introduced them and they shook hands. Gillian had turned a bright pink with cheeks like cherries and as their palms met I felt the tension crackle. We blundered our way through scraps of conversation and hardly knew what we had to eat for dinner. A few good drinks helped to slightly lighten the atmosphere and eased us to what we had all been waiting for.

Glen had always had a substantial cock, a lurching piece of meat that I guessed would have really developed now. I was curious to see the size it had grown to. It contrasted to mine because I had no great length. But my cock was substantial too, widely shaped, cut, with a pronounced cock-head and prone to become very taut and hard.

We mumbled our way through some small talk as we sipped our after-dinner drinks. I could stand the tension no more. We had to take the plunge.

“Gillian, why don’t you go into the bedroom and get yourself comfortable. We’ll be joining you as soon as we finish our drink”.

The moments of waiting felt like hours. We said nothing and were unable to look each other in the eye. I guess there was also an attachment of guilt, a feeling that we were about to commit a sin against something that was sacrosanct, that is, breaking the privacy of the sexual bond between a man and woman. I felt my guilt more than his because he had nothing to lose and I was giving everything away.

I had a momentary panic attack and felt an impulse to spring up and shout “stop – it’s gone far enough”. But my cock was rock hard and, not for the first time, it ruled my brain and took over its workings.

I did spring up and said something like “right – let’s go” as if we were about to embark on an exercise. Gillian had put on some exotic perfume. She lay naked on her back on the bed, two bright candles flickering and threw wall shadows. Her curvy and very white flesh glowed.

Glen drew a deep breath and sighed. I wondered whether this was the first girl he had ever seen naked. He hadn’t mentioned having a girl friend or indeed any girl contact. Within seconds I had undressed. My cock was rock-hard. I was so excited that I felt pre-cum seeping. Glen undressed slowly. He just could not take his burning eyes off Gillian’s body.

When he finally unleashed his cock it surged wildly upwards and Gillian gasped at the length. I was lying besides her fondling her nipples and I felt her gasp. Her hand grasped mine and squeezed. Her other hand took Glen’s and she drew him down on her.

Glen gently eased himself onto her as his quivering flesh covered and enveloped her. His lips met hers and they immersed themselves into a long and passionate kiss. I was not the one to indulge in much foreplay. My cock was so hard I just wanted to mount Gillian and shoot my welling cum into her but Glen had her in such a hold that I was left lingering on the edge.

I felt a pang of jealousy shoot through my frame. What had I done? Whatever it was, it was too late to turn back. I lay besides them, fondling my cock. Glen was working his foreplay, lingering over her lips, licking her ear lobes, chewing them and running his tongue down her neck and licking her nipples. His massive hands pinned her down so that when she wriggled with hot pleasure he held her harder and restricted her movement.

It would be untrue to say that I was completely left out of the picture. Gillian saw to that. She squeezed her hand from under his body and caught hold of my cock, giving it those exquisite rubs and pinches she was so good at. My cock lurched even harder and a kind of perversity flowed through me.

So we got to play all day, me doing all of Mistress’s bidding, the way it should be, and Mistress teasing me and doing her best to keep me aroused (apparently i’m much more compliant in that state!) then came the evening and there was a soccer match on tv that i wanted to watch, and Mistress had given me permission to watch, however she then proceeded to pull one of her favorite tricks, which was to tie me naked to a chair, that was positioned close enough to the sofa that she could rest her legs on my crotch and tease a little more, but facing away from the tv so i could only listen and not watch. Before the game started Mistress decided to make me up, but it was different this time. Usually She was very subtle with Her application of make up, but this time She seemed to be going ott. Which of course turned me on more..something about the smell of makeup….

We were a little way into the game when the phone rang. Mistress answered and started chatting to what sounded like her best friend, whom she proceeded to invite round. This wasn’t unusual, they had been friends for ever and she new all about me. when she came over i was usual, just told to go kneel in the corner or under the stairs ( my time out/reflection place)no two way Mistress stuff here i’m afraid, i was just totally ignored.

In around 5 Min’s the door bell rung, Mistress answered and to my horror she invited a man in. Ignoring me they sat on the sofa chatting about the game and life. i think i started to make some kind of protest, so Mistress pulled a gag out from under a cushion and shut me up. then went back to chatting. eventually Mistress put her legs back up on my crotch and started massaging me, then this guy started rubbing Her legs, Then the darnedest thing, She said ‘thank you sir, may i have some more’ I couldn’t believe it, My mistress who i had never seen back down to anyone was calling this guy Sir and acting like his slut.

well of course it wasn’t long before they were naked and Mistress was all over him, telling him how turned on she was by a man who just took what he wanted and was practically begging for him to take Her. He then got up from the sofa and him and Mistress turned me and the chair around a little so that she could stand up and rest on the arms and he took her for behind. Her face was looking almost directly into mine and her lips were just missing me as she moved with him. She put one hand on my shoulder and t wasn’t long before She cried out in that particular way She had. Her fingernails dug into my shoulder and it really bloody hurt.

He, not so gently, pulled her upright and then pulled Her to Her knees and positioned Her so that She was kneeling beside the chair, He then ordered Her to blow him, which she did with relish Her head and his cock were practically at my eye level and i watch with horrified fascination, Though of course i was achingly erect. Mistress proceeded to bring him toward climax, i heard him groan and he pulled out of her and finished himself off, You guessed it, pointing in the direction of my face and chest. Once he had finished showering me he took my head in his hand and rubbed his cock all around my face. i could see some of my make up on it when he pulled away. I felt totally humiliated, yet fantastically aroused at the same time.

They spent the next 30 – 45 Min’s just chatting and cuddling each other, once again totally ignoring me.. On leaving He patted me on the head and told me what a good little boy I was, and that was the worst part..

Mistress turned off the tv untied me motioned me up , told me to put my hands behind my back and led me upstairs by my hard as nails erection.. She took me into the spare bedroom, the room i usually slept when i had pissed Mistress off, and laid me down and secured me to the head rest with a longish chain and manacles. i knew that this meant Mistress had finished with me for the night and She wanted to sleep alone. She undid the gag, but told me to leave it in till after she had closed the door. She gave me a couple of strokes , kissed me on the forehead, turned and left.

So there i was, left with dried semen all over my face, i couldn’t begin to imagine the mess the make up was in. a raging erection that i couldn’t do a thing about. Well you can imagine that i didn’t get to sleep any time soon.

I awoke the next day to see Mistress with a tray with some coffee and my fav cookies and a bowl of warm soapy water. she started to wash me gently and started explain that as a free spirit and head of the household She was free to explore any territory she wished. i on the other hand had given up that right when i agreed to be Her slave. she explained that what happened last night in no way took away my standing in Her /our lives and that my compliance to this ideal was a fantastic gift that i had given Her…..

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You couldn’t quite see her “privates” T or A—but the outlines were quite provocative. Her thick, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her nails and lips were a bright red…She smiled at him.

“Well, it’s time, I guess.” Her North Carolina tones tinkled.

He nodded. “Yes Ma’am, I hope it is…If I’ve earned it.”

Celeste chuckled. Ted was so funny, he really was. She’d barely remembered the pleasant nerd-y guy who’d helped her with trig homework back in Urbana High, but there he’d been, at the mall.

“D-do you want to have dinner?” Ted was so nervous, just like in the halls, when Celeste’s boyfriend Mike and the other jocks would nudge him out of the way, gently, when they were trying to get Cel to cut afternoon school to drink with them on the lawn.

They wouldn’t bully him—but Ted was easy to just sort of shove off. But, divorced and with a daughter at 35, Celeste had been gratified to be spoiled a bit by Ted, now an accountant.

“All right, Teddy.” Celeste waved her hand at him. “Let’s take it off…I guess you’ve been a good boy.” Ted nodded “Thank you so much, ma’am.” He began taking off his sad, plaid short-sleeved shirt, and then dropped his khakis.

“Wait, honey.” Celeste said. “What?” Ted looked alarmed. Was she going to change her mind? “Go get me a beer. No, don’t pull them up, just shuffle (giggle) like that into the kitchen.” Ted stumbled off to the kitchen, pants around his knees.

God, what a sweet guy Ted was. All Celeste had to do was dress sexily and rub her fingers along his neck or give a peck on the cheek now and then, and Ted looked after her completely—the house was immaculate, she never had to wash a glass, and he gave Cel massages, pampered her with breakfast in bed before he went to the office, and bought her almost daily presents, and didn’t call home from work except at three in the afternoon—his stipulated time that she’d talk sexy to him—and that way Celeste had time for daytime “company”. She still had a weakness for unfeeling jock-types.

And, after all, Ted had never even seen her in the nude…just in clinging pink cashmere sweaters and tiny miniskirts or skintight white t-shirts and jeans that apparently had been painted on.

She loved giving Ted big hugs in those shirts! Just rubbed up against him. She looked at Ted now. He was standing before her with the beer, and now he was naked except for his weird belt, with the pouch over his pee-pee.

“Thank you dear” Celeste said, taking the beer from Teddy and kissing his ear. There was a slight stain of lip gloss on the lobe when she gently pushed him back. Despite the toughness of the plastic on the pouch of the belt, it was bumping a little bit, which meant that Teddy had a boner.

“Are you in pain, baby?” Celeste asked Ted sympathetically, as she rubbed his chest with her fingers.

“Well, ma’am…the pouch is awfully small.” Ted replied, trying to think of football or something. The pouch was vibrating, and to Celeste it looked rather like a Mexican jumping bean, like her brother had brought her from the World’s Fair.

“Well, baby, I didn’t buy it for you.” Ted smiled ruefully.

After about five dates, Celeste had been wondering why Ted hadn’t persisted in sleeping with her. He necked like a madman, and she could tell his wee-wee was hard most of the time, though she was hard-pressed to get excited about this.

If he didn’t want to sleep with her yet, she could live without it. The dinners and presents were great, and good-for-nothing Travis could drop by after Ted had gone home. But then when Celeste had been laid off from the cosmetics counter at Neiman-Marcus, Ted had invited her to become a “roommate” with him.

“Rent-free, Celeste.” He’d given her the master bedroom in his house, and he’d moved to a small room down the hall, which had once been used for a housemaid, or something.

“And-and you can work for me, too. I need someone to you know, manage things.” After about a week of living rent-free, with a higher salary than she’d gotten at Neiman-Mark-up, and “managing” the house, which didn’t seem to mean much, as Ted had a cleaning lady and was a gourmet cook—besides Travis visiting, Celeste was really catching up on “One Life to Live” and her other TV stories—he’d showed her the belt.

Now, Ted looked expectant, and rather desperate, she thought. He kept looking down at the thumping pouch, and looking back at her, as she calmly sipped her beer and pretended to look out of the window.

“You know, Teddy, you’ve got to re-plant those zinnias.” Celeste leaned over. Ted shuffled his feet, and tried to re-adjust the belt. It was hurting, obviously.

“You see, I masturbate all the time when I’m around you.”he’d told Cel twenty-seven months ago. “I know I’m not good enough to sleep with you—“
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“—But I really shouldn’t be pleasuring myself all the time.” He’d been watching the cleavage behind her tank-top when he’d delivered this speech, along with breakfast to her bed.

”Unless—unless I’ve earned it by pleasing you, Miss Celeste.” Jesus, hadn’t even gotten a blowjob from her, and he CONSTANTLY pampered her…but it wasn’t enough. But Celeste could adjust…

“Ma’am…about the belt.” Ted interrupted Celeste’s horticultural musings.

“And the azaleas they’re in sad shape.” Celeste ignored the hint.

“Yes, we’ll get them this weekend, I promise, Miss Celeste.” Ted said desperately .”But—“

“But Teddy, I thought you were getting together with your cousin and his friends for a football party.” Celeste looked at Ted, and hid her mouth in one manicured hand. “I tell you what—why don’t you get dressed and we’ll go out and do it now? I can take off this silly thing.” Celeste pulled at the silk deprecatingly, “And put on some overalls. I –“

“NO—no, please don’t change your clothes…I like that thing”

Ted’s face was beet red. Naked except for the chastity belt, he was embarrassed to refer to the brief silk garment that went just above Celeste’s breasts, and ended at the top of her thighs.

“I’ll skip the football party, Miss Celeste, really. But—can you take off the belt?” His eyes were pleading, and the pouch still thumped. Cel stared at it..the poor thing. He’d not gotten a release for thirty days, and the belt was on all the time, except for the week before, when they’d gone to Tiffany’s.

Celeste had put Ted in very loose, thin cotton sweatpants with no underwear, and taken him through the Tiffany’s store, looking at all the gems and giving poor Ted surreptitious rubs on his neglected groin until the entire crotch of the sweatpants were wet, and other customers were looking at poor Ted contemptuously, but he was so HORNY…and he’d ended up buying her a two thousand dollar pendant…but when he’d gone home, back in the belt!

“The reward, baby, was buying the gift for me!..I have to go meet Travis and show him this necklace, and tell him how nice you are, baby.” It’d been tough for the poor guy…his eyes were those of a wounded dog as she’d walked out the door on her stiletto heels.

“All right, Teddy…get me my bag.” Ted left the room swiftly, Celeste counting the zits on his naked butt as he went. She smiled, and felt her pocket where the key was. Ted brought back the purse, and Celeste went through it…

”Damn, where is that thing?” Ted was now hopping on one foot in agony, the pouch pounding away with his imprisoned cock stretching…”I don’t see it, honey.” Celeste pretended to look confused.

“We may have to put this off til we get another…” “May I look?” Celeste leaned back and watched the boy fumbling through the purse, dropping lipstick, Kleenex and a change purse on the floor, and then hurriedly picking them up again so she wouldn’t be offended.

After about 20 minutes of the search, Ted looked up with tears in his eyes. “It’s not there, Miss Celeste…what to do?”

The first time Celeste had taken the key to the belt, now nearly a year ago, she’d only kept Ted locked up for two days…and he looked so woebegone that she’d let him wank on her boot before locking him up again.

Then, she tried three days, and then a week. Every time he seemed more and more grateful when she gave him his freedom. He’d go to his knees, spit on his hand, and jerk it into the familiar dish, and then lick up the semen. Then generally, she’d let him grab her legs and thank her profusely for such a great favor before taking her to a wonderful restaurant…

The masturbation itself took such a short period for the time he looked forward to it….Ted went at it furiously, he did! She shouldn’t tease him with these lost-key stories…

“Oh here, Teddy. It was in my dress pocket.” Celeste held the key in her hand, and Ted, having put the purse down, began staring at it…

”Was it a long month, Teddy? Don’t you like living a clean life….spanking the monkey, you know, is so unhygienic.” Celeste grinned at Teddy, who looked shamefaced. “Why don’t you wait a bit…Travis hasn’t whacked off since he was fourteen…you remember Travis.”

Ted nodded miserably. Once, in exchange for his monthly orgasm, Celeste made Ted polish all of Travis’ boots in the nude, and those of his weekend biker friends…they’d made fun of him, but he’d done a damn good job.

“Teddy, your lower lip is trembling…you want the key?” Tears were coursing down Ted’s face, and he was nodding, humiliated. Celeste observed that if the pouch wasn’t unlocked soon, the cock would tear through it…this humiliation had just served to make him a little bit crazier…

“All right, baby…”Cel handed the key to Ted, who began fumbling it in the lock. Celeste almost never touched Ted’s dickie at all. Generally, once a month, she’d give him the key, he’d unlock himself, kneel, spit on his hands (lubricant was a needless extravagance, Celeste felt) and begin whacking furiously.

Ted was staring at Celeste as she crossed and re-crossed her legs. Usually this much waited for process lasted Teddy about a minute and a half, God knows if she’d gone to bed with him, he must be a premature ejaculator, but, thankfully, she’d never done this…but why was it such a short time…shouldn’t Teddy enjoy himself? Finally, the belt was off, and Ted had taken it to the dishwasher and came running back.

For sanitation reasons, Celeste had begun this practice of having the belt washed, and to keep Teddy from beating his meat more than once, while the washer was running, she’d tie his hands for an hour or so, or make Ted give her a foot massage.

“Teddy! Stop!” Ted was on his knees, and had just started his sacred practice, but he looked up. “Where’s your dish? You’re not planning to let go on my nice rug, are you?” Celeste tried to look stern, but Ted did look ridiculous…she was clothed, somewhat, and he was naked and his wee-wee looked RED and desperate…Ted jumped up and ran back to the kitchen

“NO TOUCHING YOURSELF IN THERE” Celeste shouted, but immediately he was back with a small tea-saucer. If he missed spooging into the saucer, Celeste added two weeks to his next release. This of course had to partially distract him from his whacking, aiming the weapon and all that, but he seemed to get the job done. “That’s right, now put it down.”

Celeste gazed at Ted, who now was sitting with his hand touching his dick and off he went again!

“TED!” Teddy dropped his sausage, alarmed.

“What’s wrong Miss Celeste?” “Did I tell you you could start?” Celeste pointed a red-tipped nail at him. “Do you want to wait another month for impertinence?”

“N-no, ma’am” His dick was now contorted, near purple, too. “M-may I start—“ “Your disgusting habit”

“My disgusting habit, Miss Celeste?” Celeste sighed.

“All I do for you, Ted…all right.” Ted grabbed his penis and began to pump enthusiastically. Celeste looked out of the window. This would be a nice afternoon to go fur shopping…

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Kathy, my wife is extremely pretty with blond hair, blue eyes about 5 ft 6 in and in great shape. Over our 7 year marriage, we have had many good sexual experiences, but the one thing I all ways fantasize about is Kathy with other men.

Kathy finds this redundant and during sex, my cock sliding into her wet pussy, I started to fantasize about how her boyfriends used to fuck her and right when I was about to cum, she sais that she is sick of it and got up, got dressed and went out. As she left she told me to stay where I was and how I was and that if I stroked myself off I would be sorry.

So their I was for the next 4 hours naked in bed, my cock alternating from hard to soft while I tried to imagine what she was doing.

What Kathy was doing was going out to a friends house that she knew was into swinging and crashed a “party”. It seems they were glad to have her as when she came home she ordered me onto the bed and smother my face into her sex slicked cunt. She ordered me to lick it clean as she told me how first two of the women at the party licked her to get her ready and then the five men at the party kept taking turns at her cunt, mouth and ass.

The men she said where very well endowed especially Jay, who was huge. She continued to tell me how Jay enjoyed fucking her tight white pussy. As she said this she squeezed out a huge dallop of cum right into my mouth and I moaned at the taste. “Thats right honey, eat that cum from your wifes pussy” she said and when she looked back and saw my throbbing cock she added that I was going to be her little toy from now on since I obviously enjoyed licking her pussy clean of other mens sauce I would get to do it every night.

As I finally licked her pussy clean and started to push her down my body toward my akeing cock, Kathy told me that I wasn’t finished and with that she planted her rosebud over my mouth and ordered me to get too work. As I started licking her asshole, I could tell that her ass had been violated more than once as her sphincter was well stretched and had just as much cum in it as her pussy.

As I kept at her ass licking every drop of semen from it, Kathy told me how they kept passing her around, grabbing her legs, spreading her wide and taking turns at her. She did not get any respite from the pummeling cocks for hours straight and when Jay threatened to fuck her ass she had to beg him not too as he was too big.

In between licking her but clean of spunk and trying to breath, I asked her how big he was. Kathy told me to look for myself, and with that she got off of me and there in our bedroom was a 5 foot 10 inch black man with the biggest cock I have ever seen. It was at least 11 inches long but very thick, and as he watched as I licked his and four other mens cum from my Wifes cunt and ass, was also very hard.

“I see your little husband likes eating your just fucked pussy. Thats good, cus that is all he is going to get from now on isn’t it Kathy?” Kathy looked at me and my leaking seven inch cock and went to stand next to Jay, she immediately went onto her knees and told him of course he was right, and while stroking and licking his monster prick continued by saying to me that ” the only reason Jay did not take my ass tonight is that when I begged him not too, he told me that as part of the deal for him not too was that I was to become his little white fuck slut until he was able to take my ass. And honey, with what Jay can do with this magnificant cock, even if he did take my ass I would still be his”

What does this mean? I asked them. Jay answered that it meant that I was not permitted to fuck my wife unless he said it was ok and that Kathy would be his litttle white whore until he was through with her. With that he told Kathy to suck him and forced his cock into my wifes mouth. There I sat on the bed, my cock throbbing as I watched Jays black hands grab my wifes blond hair forcefully slamming his thick black rod into her mouth and throat. As I heard my wife gagg and saw her drool running down his shaft, I knew she was his and all because I fantasized about her fucking other men, now my wife had given herself to another man ( a man with a bigger cock than mine and a black man at that!) And here I was, sitting on the bed watching it happen, my cock throbbing at the memory of tasting other men’s cum from her body and being subjugated by a black man in my own bedroom, I mean Jay’s bedroom. I was loving it.

Jay having tired of thrusting only part of his cock into my wifes mouth, ordered Kathy onto the bed. As he positioned her with her ass at the end of the bed, he grabbed my head and forced it down on her belly, with my eyes focused on her cunt. Jay than aked me if I liked what happened to my wife. I said yes. “Good”, he replied “do you like the fact that your wife not only begged me not to fuck her ass but also to make her my little white whore?” Again I replied that I did. And then he told me that because my wife was his white pussy, that I was also his white pussy and as I openned my mouth to reply in the affirmative I got his cock instead.

“Thats it my little white pussies, your both going to take my cock and I won’t be finished with both of you until I fuck both of your asses” I could hear my wifes moans as his shaft was sliding over her clit as his thick black cock head was sliding into to my mouth, his hand still holding my head down against Kathy’s pelvis not giving me the chance to get away. He fucked my face for a little bit, choking me with his girth as he choked my wife than moved his giant penis to my wifes slit.

“whoes white cunt is this?” Jay asked, Its yours, my wife and I both responded. Good little pussies Jay replied and sunk his shaft into my wife. Her moans were intoxicating as Jay kept fucking her. Watching his cock penetrate her slick cunt, stretching her and reaching depths I could never hope to touch was making my own cock spasm. I watched him drill her, stretch her and make her cum for him, belong to him, all the while hearing him berate my little cock and my willingness to give such a fine peice of ass away.

And when he came deep inside her, she moaned again in time to his throbbing manhood, cumming with him. He pulled his cock out and brought it to my lips and made me suck his cock clean of his and my wifes cum. Tasting her on him.

When he was thouroughly cleaned, he told me to stand between my wifes legs. I moved into the spot Jay had vacated and started to sink my cock into her gaping cream pie and as my cock touched her cunt lips, Jay reached between my legs and grabbed my nuts, squezing them until I cried out. My wife laughed at my dicomfort and humiliation as Jay told me that I would never get to fuck his white cunt, that he was in control of both of us now. I had to agree.

Jay than repositioned me over my wifes pussy, grabbed my cock and started stroking me off. It didn’t take long and I started spewing my pathetic cum onto his sluts verticle lips. As I finished leaking onto her, he kicked my legs out from under me and forced my head into her twat once more.

Clean my pussy good bitch! he shouted and I did just that taking his and my own cum into my mouth cleaning my wife, now his whore for the second time that night. And as Jay climbed into our bed, with my wife, I stood there watching until he ordered me to the couch to sleep. And as I listened to Kathy sucking him to hardness and her moans as he fucked his little white pussy again, I knew that my wife was his to do with what he wanted and I was her’s and his little cuckold bitch as well.

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