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Mark didn't take any time getting behind Cindy on the couch and burying his cock deep into her hairless pussy. Mark started pounding Cindy's tight pussy as hard as he could. Cindy pushed back with each stroke to make the impact of each thrust even harder. All of a sudden Cindy started to realize how good it felt to have dick in her mouth and pussy at the same time. She felt her muscles start to tighten up as she got close to an orgasm. Cindy screamed out in pleasure as she suddenly reached an orgasm that came faster than any other orgasm she had ever had before. Cindy heard Mark start to moan as he got closer to his orgasm and Joe's cock was starting to pulse in Cindy's mouth. She wondered whose cock would go off first, or maybe both at the same time. She didn't have to wonder for long because all of a sudden she felt and tasted Joes cum start gushing out into her mouth, she took all of Joe's cock into her mouth as he finished his orgasm with his cock lodged in her throat. Just as Joe was finishing up, Marks cock went off deep in Cindy's pussy. Cindy felt Marks cock pulse deep inside her three more times, filling her with another splash of semen with each pulse. Mark left his cock inside her for a minute or so to enjoy the moment as Joe pulled his cock out of Cindy's mouth. Cindy swallowed the little bit of Joe's cum that she got in her mouth before she got Joes cock deep in her throat for direct injection. Joe and Mark got dressed and all of a sudden they all heard the garage door open. Joe and Mark took off out the front door before Cindy's husband came inside. Cindy just remembered that dirty text message that she sent him at work. He was expecting to get laid as soon as he got home, and there she was naked on the couch for him but with a pussy full of another man's cum. What was she going to do?

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Wife is Slave For Him and Me


The best way I can imagine to tell this story is to just jump right in. I'm not certain how it is all going to turn out, but it's been a real turn on so far. It could end up being not only fun, but very profitable for all involved. With the possible exception of Rosie. But that's a thought for later.

Rosie and I have been married nearly twenty-two years now. Our sex life was pretty hot for the first few years - she had a beautiful face and an above-average body. I'd been in three relationships before that, but I'd never been so completely stunned by someone's appearance.

We met at a friend's house. It was a completely coincidence. I'd stopped by Deb's house to pick up a pair of gloves I'd left there the night before and Rosie was sitting on the sofa watching television. I glanced into the room, our eyes met, and - well you can guess the rest. Her eyes were the kind that just grabbed you and pulled you in from the very first glance. We were married less than a year later. Everything about her was wonderful. Intelligent, strong-willed, career-minded, sensitive, and, above all, ready to get the hell out of Ohio and move to New York City.

The sex was great right from the beginning. I was into oral sex and light spanking, she was into candlelight and dirty talk. We learned from each other, nudging each other along slowly, adding more and more to our repertoire as we got to know each other better. It was amazing.

And the night life in New York City gave us all kinds of additional opportunities. Skimpy dresses at nightclubs to show her off, high-roller meals in expensive restaurants where we could play footsies under the table and fool around in the elevators. It was amazing.

And, it didn't last.

About five years into the marriage, things started cooling down. No seven-year-itch, it was something more subtle. We tried a few things to spice it back up, including videos, dirty stories, and even a few stabs at phone sex while I was on the road, but nothing took. Nothing turned up the heat.

There was one exception. There was a guy I worked with who we'd met at several social functions. He was divorced and somehow gravitated toward her from the first time we were all in a room together. With just a little nudging from me, she let him seduce her. She came home the next morning completely exhausted and walking on a cloud. I was torn between being jealous and being relieved that at least *something* was getting her turned on again. We spent nearly three hours in bed ourselves that morning. I'd never had sloppy seconds but if this was what it was like, I could get used to it real fast.

And I did. We both recognized how much it added to our sex lives and she screwed him nearly a dozen times in the following three weeks. Mornings, afternoons, nights, whenever he could (pardon the pun) fit it in.

The three of us even 'kind of' spent a weekend together in Las Vegas. We rented two rooms on the same floor. Bob took one and I took the other. Rosie made her way back and forth down the hall every few hours, getting very little ***** the entire weekend. It was completely incredible, both of us felt like teenagers again - all erotic energy and laughter.

But, that didn't last either. Of all things, Bob broke it off. He felt that there was something sick about it and that it offended his sense of morality. Here he was, fucking a married woman, and he got on his high horse about morality. We never saw him again and that was fine with us.

However, we never picked up that energy again. There had been some chemistry between Rosie and Bob that never sparked again with anyone else.

The years went past, jobs changed and we moved back to the Midwest. We'd occasionally have perfunctory missionary-style sex, but we'd flat-lined on passion. Rosie started gaining weight, eventually settling at a comfortable fifty-pounds-over. Her face was still a tantalizing balance between beautiful and sexy, but it sat above a double-chin that was hard to ignore.

All of which is prolog to what happened earlier tonight.

I'm writing this at two in the morning, sitting in an easy chair in a dark living room. I just finished my second Scotch and am trying to make sense of everything spinning around in my head. Rosie's a***** upstairs, exhausted. She spent the last three hours crying her eyes out and explaining herself to me over and over. This was after...well, let me start at the beginning.

I came home from work at around seven. The front room was dark, which was a little unusual. When I opened the door, I heard soft jazz playing and saw the glow of candlelight from the dining room. Wondering what might be going on, I set my briefcase on the floor, slipped off my shoes, and walked into the hallway.

"Is that you?" I heard Rosie's voice ask softly.

"Yeah," I said quietly.

"Come on in and relax," she said.

I walked down the hallway and into the dining room. There were a dozen candles situated around the room, a bottle of my favorite red wine and two glasses in the middle of the table. The table was bare, just the bottle, the glasses, and a white linen tablecloth.

"Would you like some?" a voice asked. I looked up into the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen and saw Rosie. She was wearing a loose white t-shirt that hung just below her belly. It was tied at the waist with a wide black sash. Her hair was slicked back in a look I'd mentioned to her several times before that I found very sexy. She was wearing several golden chains around her neck and a dozen or so small golden bracelets on each wrist. Her eyes and lips were both done in deep burgundy. I smiled a big, stupid grin. My Jezebel fantasy. My gypsy queen. A fantasy we hadn't touched in nearly twenty years. I felt my cock spring to life immediately.

The circuits in my brain blew. I nearly ran across the room and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, our mouths opening, tongues jutting in and out, tasting each other, mouths sucking, biting, making silly and absurd wet sounds as our lips slid back and forth across each other. I felt her hand up and down my thigh, then it was unzipping me and she was reaching inside my pants and stroking me gently, slowly, remembering what I liked and executing it perfectly.

I reached around and cupped her ass with my hands but she pushed them away. I smiled and slid them up the front of the shirt, maybe she wanted nipple play. Again, she pushed them away, only comfortable when my arms were around her neck or waist. Meanwhile, her mouth and hands worked eagerly at me, mouth on my mouth, neck, cheek, ears, hands on my cock, my balls, palms rubbing hard over my nipples.

"Fuck me," she whispered, pulling the hem of the shirt up around her waist. She leaned back against the table, unbuttoned my pants and slid them down around my ankles, pulled me into her with one quick plunge, wrapped her legs around my back, feet pushing hard at the small of my back, hands continuing to defend herself against me touching anything but the table.

My cock felt her open up but we knew it wasn't going to work. Since she'd put on all that weight, the only way we'd really been able to get any kind of satisfaction was with me coming in from behind. Crudely put, there was just too much of her for me to get much penetration face-to-face.

"Come on, dammit, fuck me!" she yelled. I stared at her. This was different. Her frustration came as a surprise. She was pulling at me with arms and legs, but we weren't feeling it. My cock was fully erect, all seven inches of it, but only the first four or so were actually inside her.

"What's fucking wrong with you?!" she screamed, beating her fists against my chest. "Don't you like pussy? Huh? Come on, fuck me!" She was sobbing quietly, tears running down the side of her face. "Come on, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Be a man!" Her nails clawed at me and I had to grab her wrists. "Fuck you, you bastard! Bastard!"

She was crying now. Her legs relaxed around me, she turned her head and rolled onto her side as best she could with me still between her legs. She hid her face in her hands and mumbled. "He took a photo of me...he put a photo of me up..."

Over the next minutes and hours the story unfolded. I listened with a combination of curiosity, anger, excitement, and frustration. Several months ago, we'd talked about the possibility of using internet porn to get our sex life jump started. Rosie had been very reluctant to even talk about the subject, so the conversation didn't go very far. She kept coming back to how heavy she was and that she would just get depressed looking at all the hot girls on the internet getting what she used to get, doing what she used to do.

I told her that there were plenty of sites devoted to women who weren't supermodels. Treading carefully, I talked about girl-next-door sites, Plain Jane sites, and eventually brought the subject around to the BBW sites. Plumper sites. I kept it light and we actually laughed as we talked about it. But it never went further. We never surfed them, in fact, the subject never came up again after that first night.

That it, it never came up for the two of us. Evidently, it *did* come up for her. To make a long story short, she'd signed up at one and learned quickly that there was a surprisingly large number of men who frequented the site. She posted a photo of herself wearing a demure black dress and heels, face blurred with photoshop, and was flooded with requests for more. On a whim, she posted a photo of herself in a bra and panties, then a little more risque shot of herself topless with white satin tap pants and thigh-high white stockings. The response was incredible. She was swamped with requests to meet, offers to buy nude photos of her for outrageous prices and a handful of men who wanted to work with her on starting her own soft-core porn site.

Between sobs and apologies, she continued with her story. Things escalated between emails, online chats, then phone sex and had finally culminated a few weeks ago with her meeting a man in a hotel room.

To her surprise, he was black. She hadn't asked, he hadn't offered. They'd swapped enough mail and chats that she knew he was what she wanted and she'd arrived nearly incoherent with lust. They fucked for three hours that first time. She hesitated to describe him, but I pushed her. Six foot two. Two hundred twenty pounds. Late twenties. Muscled like an athlete and hung like a horse. They'd fucked face to face, doggie, every which way they could think of and she knew she was hooked. He'd filled and flooded her so completely she knew she would not settle for anything smaller than his weapon again. When he left, she had to nap for an hour before she could think clearly enough and walk comfortably enough to come back home.

"I don't know what I'm going to do..." she sobbed. "I want to be with you, but it's just..."

I stroked her head. "How many times?"

She pulled back and glared at me. "You bastard! Why do you have to ask me something like that?"

Calmly, I said, "I wish you wouldn't talk to me that way. I'm not the one who's feeling so bad about it, am I?" Pause. "Now, how many times?"

"I..." she looked up at me, eyes locking on mine. I saw that she was battling something inside herself. Something else was coming. Finally, she said, "it wasn't just him."

My body froze. I hadn't seen that coming. It changed everything for me. "Go on."

"He brought friends one time. Three of them." Her attitude changed. She adopted a voice I didn't recognize right away. "It was amazing." Then I remembered. It was the voice she'd always used when we'd tell each other our fantasy stories. Way back when. "It was amazing, David. I'd cum and cum and cum. It was like with Bob. You remember, Bob? Those days?" She pressed herself against me but I froze stiff.

She was confessing but I was feeling my hard-on growing. And she was getting excited too, her hand went back to my crotch and her fingers started gently working on me.

"What did you say about a picture?" I asked quietly. Her right hand was stroking my cock lightly and her left was cupping my balls.

"They took some pictures. I let them, I wasn't thinking..." she leaned forward and took my cock-head between her lips. When she pulled her mouth off, she stroked again with her hand. "He emailed me with a link and I clicked it. There I was. Naked, on my knees, one of them in front of me with his cock in my mouth, the other behind me and..."

I jerked slightly as I unloaded into her hand. She leaned forward and licked the residue from her fingers, still talking, "...the other behind me, inside me, planted deep up inside me."

She finished then stood up, pushing me back slowly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. You need to tell me what to do next..." I was quiet for several minutes, not knowing what to say. Eventually, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and walked upstairs to the bedroom. I heard the water running as she cleaned herself up, then the sound of the springs as she crawled into bed.

That's it. I headed into the room here to get all of this down while it's still fresh in my head. There are so many aspects to this, so many angles. I'm not sure what the next step is, so I can't rush. I need to think this through completely. So many possibilities.

Rosie steadied herself with one hand against the door and leaned slightly as she stepped into one of the high-heeled shoes.

"Could you buckle me, please?" she asked. I smiled and we both laughed. "That prick!" I knelt in front of her and wrapped the thick leather strap around her thick stocking-clad ankle. "He knows I can't bend that far in this get-up." She wobbled a bit as she stepped into the other shoe. "Three inch heels. He calls this 'moving up a step'." I slid the tongue through the buckle and pulled it snug.

Just for fun, I slid my palms up the outsides of her legs as I stood up, ending up with her big bottom in my hands. "Do you think he'll even notice?" she whispered, then tongued my ear.

"I doubt he'll have any idea. He'll think it's just you. But we'll know, won't we?"

"It's only fair," she laughed. "You stick yourself what he's left behind, now he can do the same." We kissed again, Rosie grinding her hips against mine. I pushed her away gently. "Go, stand in the doorway."

"I'll pose for you," she chuckled, raising one arm behind her head, planting the other hand on her hip. She looked hot, no doubt.

James had emailed her a shopping list for this weekend and she'd bought everything he asked for. Black satin thong, black lace push-up bra, bright red latex corset with suspenders and dark burgundy stockings. She wore six gaudy gold rings on her left hand and eight on her right, lots of golden bracelets and gold chains around her neck, even large gold hoop earrings, two on each side. She got the seconds piercings two weeks ago, that is, nearly three weeks after we'd started pushing the game up notch by notch.

Her hair continued to grow out - at James' insistence, of course. Currently, it was dyed blonde and piled high on top of her head. Her makeup was classic streetwalker, right down to a new black beauty mark low on her left cheek.

"Let's get going. The driver will be down at the Tic Toc in a few minutes," Rosie said. I gave her another kiss and helper her into the black full-length overcoat. We walked into the garage, I held the door open for her and she slid into the passenger seat. I got in, started the car and pressed the button on the garage door opener. As I backed out of the driveway, I looked at her. She kept her head down, just in case any of the neighbors were looking out their windows or out for a walk.

James had agreed to have her picked up in a neutral place in order to maintain her privacy. We'd picked a tacky bar several miles from our home but still in a safe neighborhood.

"You're still OK with this?" I asked as we rolled along.

Rosie took a few quiet breaths before answering. "It was certainly a shock when you brought it up. I thought you were going to hate me for going out on you."

I smiled, remembering that wild week after her confession. We'd screwed like rabbits, took advantage of every free second we could find, doing it anywhere we happened to be, and always, always, whispering to each other about her and James. I'm not going to try and psychoanalyze either of us. The bottom line was that we both got a hell of a kick out of it. We checked in with each other all the time - a beast like this was dangerous to keep - but so far, we were both loving it.

"Have you figured out how he screens them yet?" I asked.

She turned slightly, reached her hand toward me and touched my leg. I felt electricity jump from her fingertips to my crotch.

"The men he brings aren't people he works with, I know that. I heard two of them talking last time and I think I have a pretty good idea where he's meeting them."

There was a red light and I stopped the car. I took her hand in mine, brought it to my face and kissed her palm. "Well?"

"I don't want to say yet, I want to see what else I can learn," she objected.

"You tease!" I laughed. The light changed and I put her hand back on my leg, sliding it closer to my cock.

"I promise you, I'm getting closer," she purred softly, hand pressing against me through my pants. I smiled. I had confidence she would find out, then we could move our little plot forward.

What was our plot? Let me rewind back to one night, a while ago, after their second or third time together, Rosie and I were laying on the living room floor, exhausted from fucking, sipping wine and watching some old black and white film on television. Someone was planning a bank heist. I heard one of the characters say to another "...and they had no clue that it was you?..." I don't remember the movie or who the actor was, but the line sparked an idea. I explained it to Rosie and within minutes, we were at it again, knocking over the bottle and spilling wine all over the carpet, whispering to each other about how hot the idea was, how soon could we do it?

The idea was simple, I'd get James to invite me to one of their sessions. Rosie had already told me that James enjoyed arranging small group bangs. Evidently, since she hadn't put up much of a fight that first time, he felt at liberty to indulge himself regularly. She hadn't been alone with him once in their last six meetings.

The men were always different, at least as far as she could remember. Most of them were middle-aged, well-dressed, conservative looking types of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Athletic, overweight, attractive, plain, white, black, brown, James certainly had a wide range of associates.

They usually started off in James' front room with her wearing something skimpy and serving them ******, kissing, hugging, giving head and handjobs to anyone who asked. They'd usually be playing poker or watching videos, something to keep themselves busy. As the night went on, they'd take her into the bedroom in ones and twos for the actual fucking.

I wanted to get in on the action, thought it would be particularly hot and also a bit of a payback to James for fucking a married woman. I also toyed with the idea of taking some films and videos of the action. James had been taking photos of her all along, adding them to the treasure house on her website, always touched up to keep her and anyone else in the room anonymous. But I wanted some complete videos of my own, untouched as it were.

So, Rosie's current assignment was to find out how James recruited and screened the men he brought into his game.

"He's already here, go around the corner," Rosie said, ducking down slightly. I saw the big, black Continental parked outside the back door of the Tic Toc, the driver, dressed in a light grey suit, was just getting out of the driver's side door.

I pulled into the lot on the far side of the building and parked. "You OK?" I asked. Rosie leaned over and gave me a long, deep kiss. "I'm so much more than just OK," she said in a throaty voice, then opened her door, got out and walked into the bar. --- The driver held the door open, Rosie climbed into the vintage Lincoln and settled back. There was another man there, waiting with a glass of champagne and a list of names. Rosie nodded thank you as she took the champagne.

"What do I need to know?" she asked.

"There are three of them this time, including James. The tall, thin man is a judge, you will address him as Your Honor. The shorter man is simply a friend."

She lowered the glass. "Is that all?"

"No." The man lowered the paper and leaned forward toward her. In a low voice, he said, "the judge wants to spank you."

Rosie ****** back a laugh. Watching the man's face, thought, she caught herself and sat quietly. She'd thought this might be coming. James hadn't said anything about it, so far it had just been sex. Sex with him and a few others. But the Judge was adding something new. And once that door was opened, she didn't know where it might lead.

"All right. But just this once," she told him. He nodded and sat back. He was silent for the rest of the ride. --- James met her at the door. She started to unbutton her coat, but he touched her hand and she stopped. "Not yet." He led her by the hand into the formal living room of his luxurious apartment. She followed, still slightly wobbly on the heels, but feeling much more secure than earlier.

"Your Honor, may I introduce Suzannah?" Rosie gracefully held out her hand, she was used to his using her website name whenever they were with others.

The Judge took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Charmed."

James turned and pointed toward the large armchair in the corner. Rosie saw the second man there, fat, naked, and ******** from a sweaty beer can. He burped a hello. "That's Bill. You'll fuck him first."

Rosie's eyes widened as the man stood up. He began walking across the room toward her, his skinny, pale legs wobbling under the burden of his swollen beer-belly. James unbuttoned her coat and slid it off. She hardly moved.

"Bill bailed me of a pretty difficult situation a little while ago and I owe him," James said, unzipping her red skirt. "He's a big fan of your website, by the way."

The Judge made a face, spit on the floor, then turned and stormed out of the room. "Call me when this circus is finished."

Bill pointed between his legs and Rosie stepped forward. She had to lift his belly slightly to find him, but she started stroking him with her free hand. He raised the can and finished the rest of the beer while his pecker stiffened. He got hard fast. Rosie was relieved, this was going to be quick.

"Turn around, let me get at that hot little..." Bill growled, but before he finished his sentence, he unloaded into her hand. She scratched his balls lightly to keep him focused and he moaned and grunted until he was completely spent.

"I'm sorry," she began. "That was my fault..."

He growled. "Damn right! I'm coming back for you next time, girlie. Jimmy, boy, you owe me one!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned back to Rosie. "Damn, I love your website!" Then, he staggered back to the chair and flopped into it, falling asleep immediately.

James clapped his hands together and grinned at her. "I really was hoping something like that would happen. I just can't imagine someone like that inside you..." He handed her a towel, then bent down and pulled the skirt back up into place, zipping it tight over her bottom.

"Now," he instructed. "You are to go into the other room and tell the Judge what a bad thing you've done. That man is a deviate, a sex offender, and you voluntarily offered yourself to him. The Judge will want to discipline you for that."

Rosie nodded, then grabbed his wrist. "Listen, James. This is a one-time thing. I didn't sign up for this."

He smiled and removed her hand. "No, you didn't." Then, he took the towel from her and walked into the bathroom.

Rosie walked toward the doorway and called for the Judge. "Judge?" He stepped into view. "Yes, my dear?"

"Judge, I have something I need to tell you. I...I've done something..."

"Oh?" he asked, stepping closer. His hand went to his belt and he unbuckled it slowly. "Tell me all about it." He pulled slowly and the belt crept through his beltloops. Rosie eyes watched it with a mixture of fascination and fear. She hadn't done anything like this for a long time, but back when she had...

"Yes, I just had sex with one of your criminals." she began. The Judge sat in one of the big armchairs and motioned for her to come closer. As she continued talking, he gently lay her over his lap, stroking her bottom through the material of the skirt. "I know he has spent time in jail for sexual offenses, but I had no choice."

"You know that is something we cannot allow, don't you?" the Judge asked.

"Yes, Your Honor."

He flipped the short skirt up over her bottom, then doubled the belt in his hand. "This behavior simply cannot be tolerated, young lady," he said in a steady, stern voice. He raised his hand and brought the belt down across her bottom. She jerked slightly as a bright red stripe rose across her cheeks. He went on with his lecture about her antisocial behavior, his arm rising and falling mechanically. Each stroke seemed stronger than the last and his voice never changed. The tears rose quickly and after eleven or twelve strokes, she was squirming and squeezing his legs tight with her arms.

"...fifteen...sixteen..." he continued counting as she tensed her body, trying to hold out, gritting her teeth, certain she could make it to twenty.

When he reached twenty, he dropped the belt to the floor. He pushed her head up slightly and she stood beside his chair. The Judge's hand quickly went to his zipper and opened it. He pulled out his cock and stroked it several times until he unloaded himself all over his pants.

"Thank you, dear," the judge said calmly, then stood up and walked out of the room, cock still dripping small beads of cum on the carpet.

"You can go home now," she heard James' voice from the other room. She fumed. He didn't even bother coming into the room to say goodbye.

The fourth was an electric day for us. We'd hardly slept the night before and now the air around us was supercharged with electricity and excitement. We were partying with James tonight.

Just before going to bed last night, I'd checked my email again. There it was:

David,

if you're still interested in Suzannah from the website, we are making another video tonight at my place and you're welcome to participate. As we discussed earlier, please be certain to arrive with the balance of the production fees.

James

Suzannah, of course, was my wife Rosie. As I described in the first chapters, they'd been fooling around for quite a few weeks, ever since she'd posted some photos of herself on a BBW porn site under the name Suzannah. He'd hooked up with her and, in a very short time, had a new subscription website up with her pictures. And, he'd quickly turned their illicit encounters into full-blown gangbangs, which he recorded, modified electronically to keep all faces hidden, and added to the Members only area of the website.

It was a turnon for both of us in that it rekindled our flatlined sex life. She was still more than fifty pounds overweight but that wasn't going to change. Not now. Not now that the pool of men James were using were all subscribing to her plumper website. We were using James while he was sure he was using us. A mutually beneficial situation, though he didn't know that. Our latest gambit was to find a way to get me invited to one of their gangbangs. As turned on as I was by the idea of other men fucking my wife, I was even more turned on by the idea of being one of them. When we found out he was pimping her out to subscribers on the website, it hadn't taken much for us to convince him that I was just another guy interested in extra-large girls.

It was a little bit touch-and-go. The typical encounter was with someone who was passing through on a business trip of one kind or another. There were only a small handful of subscribers who were less than a few hours drive away. I needed to allay any suspicion he had that my being local was anything more than a coincidence. But it had worked. And, now, I was 'in'.

His mentioned of a 'production fee', though, made me angry. When this all started, I'd made the assumption that he was just another internet kinker. Learning that he was more a businessman than a swinger bothered me a bit. I guess it was a pot-and-kettle thing. I coughed up the $150.

The other part of my plot was to get access to his apartment and plant my own equipment. I'd spent nearly $1000 on two tiny spy-type audio/video transmitters. (I learned a lot more than I wanted to know about them, for instance that the audio is much more challenging to capture than the video.) I didn't much care for the blurry-faced images James posted on the website, though I did appreciate his efforts to keep everyone anonymous. I wanted full-sound and full-video movies. After all, it WAS my wife!

We made it through breakfast then ran some errands, but we both knew what was on each others' minds every minute. I kept rubbing up against her the whole time we were trying to choose paint colors for one of the basement walls and she fondled me through my pants every time we got into the car to go anywhere. By noon, we were upstairs in bed, naked and sweating, one of my hands holding her vibrator, the other pushing fingers deep inside her while she licked and sucked me until we both came then fell asleep. We woke just after two and went at it again.

Rosie got her email from James around three, their usual time.

"Read it," I said, kissing her hair and stroking her shoulders.

"This week, you will be staying overnight both Friday and Saturday. We will send you home sometime Sunday afternoon, when we are finished with you." She looked up at me.

I nodded. "He's upping the ante a bit."

"I know."

"Well, it's up to you. How are you feeling?" My hands slid down the front of her chest and touched her nipple. They were already stiff. "I thought so."

She leaned her head back and looked up at me. "I wonder how many more men he has lined up? Why does he need three full days?" Her voice was quiet, her breathing just a bit more shallow. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth. We stayed like that for several minutes, her hand stroking the inside of my right thigh, my palms gliding over her nipples.

"Read the rest," I said, standing back up.

The rest of the email described how she should be dressed when she arrived. Black panties, black harem pants and a black bra, lots of gold jewelry around her wrists, neck, and ankles, and barefoot.

"Barefoot?" she asked, chuckling.

"I think it is 'slave in the harem' night at James'," I said.

"Well, it's clearly working for you," she said, lifting a hand to touch my now-erect cock. I had to admit, the vision appealed to me.

"There's one more thing," she said, turning back to the monitor. Her hand stroked me lightly as she continued to read. "Print out the attached note and go to the bookstore listed there. Find a clerk named David and give him the note. Then, wait for the package he will give you. Wait at the store, my driver will pick you up there."

James didn't mention a time in his email, but we both knew that we had less than three hours to shop, dress her, and get to the bookstore.

---

"Three kings, pass it this way boys!" I announced, throwing my cards on the table. The man directly across from me, a shaven-headed, heavily-tattooed side of beef with three earrings on each side threw his cards across the table and yelled, "fuck this!" For several seconds, the rest of us sat frozen, watching his face. When he broke out laughing and called me a "lucky fuck!", we all relaxed.

He pushed his chair back from the table, stood up to his full six foot-seven, and looked around the room. "Come here, Princess, I need to relieve some tension." He grabbed his crotch and shook it a few times.

"She's busy," announced another voice. I turned and saw my wife on her knees in front of a big easy chair, lips pressed hard against the base of someone's cock. His pants were down around his ankles and his shirt was unbuttoned. His hands were holding the back of her head in place, his hips rocking up and down in quick jerks. I saw her hands on the arms of the chair, fingers squeezing tightly as he moaned and fucked her face.

He pulled her head up and she gasped for air, a long blob of saliva plopping out of her mouth and onto his balls. Just as quickly as he had let her up, he pushed her back down again, listening to the gagging sounds and watching her body shake.

"Come on, ya wanker! You're not gonna cum and you know it! You've been at her all night, dammit!" the man stepped closer, rubbing his crotch. "Let a real man have a run, eh?"

James stepped between them, put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Relax, relax. There's plenty to go around and we have all weekend, remember?" He took a long draw from his cigar and turned his head, blowing the smoke toward the poker table. "Go on back and play another hand, I'm sure Roger will be finished by then." He turned his head slightly. "Right, Roger?"

The man in the chair muttered "sure" and went back to fucking Rosie's face.

"Yea, you're right, mate," the man laughed. "As always, eh!" He went back to his seat at the table, restacked his chips. "I don't know where you find 'em, but you always have the highest quality tail for me when I come to town. No baggers in the bunch."

I smiled as I shuffled the cards for the next hand. There were six of us at the table. With James, the two napping Asians and the man whose cock was currently keeping my wife from breathing, that made a total of ten men. No wonder James needed the entire weekend.

"Straight five card, nothing wild, five dollar in, who's playing?" I called in my best Las Vegas voice. Part of me watched the chips slide into the center of the table while part of me watched Rosie's head bob up and down in the man's lap. The jewelry tinkled and clattered each time he pushed into her and my cock stirred again. I hadn't taken her into the bedroom yet, but she'd been in five times already. Once with the Aussie, once each with two of the others, and twice with the pair of Asians who were snoring away on the sofa. Evidently resting up for round three.

Before going into the bedroom, the Asians had asked us to take pictures of them with my wife. It was amusing because it was so cliche. James let her put on a blindfold to hide at least part of her face, but they insisted her mouth be visible.

In the first photo, they were standing one on each side of her, their outer arms crossing themselves, hands slid just inside the belt of her harem pants. In the second, they bent slightly forward, hands sliding the pants down to mid-thigh. They continued through a series of nearly a dozen shots until she was entirely naked, legs spread wide, arms behind her back, mouth opened in a perpetual O. Then, one of them produced a dildo. He pushed it inside her, then they both mugged for the camera, smiling wide grins like fishermen showing off a fifty pound salmon.

Finally, one of them took back the camera, thanking us profusely, and talked the other through a series of poses for Rosie. They took photos of her using the dildo, licking it, fonding it, deep-throating it, then on her knees, standing on her toes, lying on her back with her legs in the air, holding herself open, playing with herself, on and on for nearly half an hour. After which, they politely picked up and folder her clothes and draped them over a chair, then escorted her into the bedroom, still blindfolded. They were in there for nearly an hour. When she came out for her clothes, she was staggering a little and still blindfolded. When we got home later, she explained what they'd done. It was amazingly innovative and I wanted to contact James to get their numbers.

"Oh, **** yes!" We all turned and saw that Roger was jerking up and down in his chair, holding Rosie's head tight in his lap.

James nearly flew across the room. "If you fuck up that chair, I'm gonna fuck you up! I told you to go to the bedroom if you're gonna cum. Goddam ****** fucker!" He smacked Roger across the back of the head, but it was too late. Roger had finished unloading himself into my wife's mouth and she was already licking up anything that she hadn't swallowed.

She raised her head. "James, it's find. I have it."

He laughed. "My bitch!"

Without turning her head, Rosie caught my eye and we both smiled. Yeah. YOUR bitch.

After a few moments of silence, the Aussie pushed his cards into the middle of the table and stood up. "Time for some real cock, little quimmie. And maybe we'll have you whitewash the back 40 while we're at it, eh?" He took Rosie by the hand and walked her toward the bedroom.

At the door, he turned. "Anyone who wants a nice, tight little poon might want to do her first, mates. I'm hung like a Brumby!" He pulled her close and started kissing her, hands roughly cupping her tits and ass. "Open your mouth, Sheila, I want to taste what you just had for dinner." I watched as he pulled her tight, pressing his mouth against hers, watching her body respond, leg rubbing against his pants, hands clutching his huge forearms and biceps. I could nearly smell her arousal from across the room. Only once, her eyes drifted my way, but they were glazed over and she immediately looked back at him, face and body begging him to take her to the bed.

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I lost the next three hands of poker quickly and expensively. I couldn't concentrate with the bed banging against the wall and my wife's moans from the other room. They'd been at it nearly twenty minutes nonstop. James noticed my distraction and sucked hard on his cigar. "Curious, eh?" I looked at him and nodded.

"His name is Meat. Yeah, I know, sounds stupid. It's probably a nickname, but it's all I could get out of him. Met him on a business trip to Melbourne. Lots of gangs there. He bailed my butt out at something he jokingly called a 'rough pub'. Everyone beats up everyone, they go home to nap for a while, then come back and do it again."

I nodded, interested only in the sounds coming from the other room.

"He comes through once in a while and he's a big fan of my websites. He made a special trip here for Suzannah. Wanted her the minute he saw her." James watched me half listening to him. "You want to go in, don't you?"

I looked at him, measuring him. Did he suspect anything about me? Slowly, I nodded.

"Go on. Meat actually likes it. A show-off by nature, you know?" James grinned and waved me toward the room.

I tried to stand up but my legs were weak. I felt my knees shake slightly. It surprised me and I gripped the back of the chair for balance. "Must have drank a little too much," I bluffed. He laughed. "Don't worry, they'll be in there for a while."

"You know, none of us has even had a turn at her yet and he's in there twice already," one of the other men at the table complained. The others all turned to James. He leaned forward in his chair and took another big drag on the cigar. After a few seconds, he blew the smoke toward the middle of the group.

"Meat paid a whole lot more than any of you, so he gets a whole more access than any of you. Besides, you all looked so happy playing cards." He smiled, rested the cigar in an ashtray. "Relax, there's plenty of her to go around. You've seen." When nobody laughed, he nodded his head slightly. "How about we put in a video of her last go around?" That broke the mood and everyone nodded. One by one, they stood up and shifted positions, away from the poker table and toward the entertainment center. A couple poured themselves new ******, one went into the kitchen for a fresh beer.

"It's rough not having our serving girl around," someone complained.

"You can't have everything. Not even here," James responded. "But you'll get pretty damned close!" He turned his attention back to me. "Well? Go on in."

I nodded, picked up my ***** and drained it, then tried to stand up again. This time, I made it and walked toward the bedroom. "Should I knock?" James roared in laughter. "Are you serious?"

I smiled and turned the doorknob, pushing the door slowly open.

Meat noticed me immediately. "Eh, hon! We've got a visitor," he called out.

The sight was amazing and I was stiffening quickly. He was on his knees on the bed, arms holding my wife's legs open high and wide, pounding away hard at her cunt. Rosie's head and shoulders were hanging over the far edge of the bed, hands clutching his leather vest, grunting loudly with each of his quick thrusts. She couldn't see me, didn't know who had entered the room.

"Mate, could you do me a favor?" he asked without changing his rhythm.

"Uh, yeah, I guess" I managed.

"That's a good fella." He leaned forward just a bit and pursed his lips. A large blob of saliva gathered, then fell, splashing between her lips, drizzling upward toward her clit. "Can you get that for me, then?" I leaned closer. My wife's clit was swollen outside and shiny with his spit. "You know, her little pearl there?" I reached out my thumb and pressed it lightly. She nearly screamed and her body jerked upward, almost knocking me over. She saw that it was me and moaned again, her orgasms coming quickly one after the other while I rubbed light circles with my thumb.

"Ah, that's it, then, that's it!" Meat chanted as my wife's cunt squeezed and spasmed around his prick. He pulled her legs wider, shoved harder and in just a few seconds reached his peak, blowing his load deep inside her.

"Yeah," he grunted, shaking his head. He abruptly dropped her legs and pulled his cock out her. "OK, then Sheila, maybe we'll have you again later, hm?" He pulled her hands free from his vest, then stood up and picked up his pants from the foot of the bed. He looked at her face, saw the anger. "Just fuck you and walk away? Yeah, that's pretty much it, dearie. You're pissed now, but you'll come around begging for it in just a while, trust me. They all do. They all want the Meat." Without a backward glance, he walked out of the room and announced to the group, "Well, gen'lemen, she's pretty much used up now. You might want to give her cunny a while to shrink back up before you go in there, eh? Unless you like that kind of thing." There was laughter around the room.

Rosie tried to pull herself up onto the bed but couldn't. I circled around and pulled her to the floor. I cradled her head in my lap, stroking her cheek. She was soaked with sweat, but her hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit quick and hard. she was still masturbating and got off again quickly.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she mumbled weakly. Between shallow, panting breaths, she moaned "I've never, never been pounded like that before. Oh ****, get him back in here...get him back in here..." then she dozed off.

Rosie poured the last of the Foster's into a frosty glass. Some of the foam overflowed the rim and she wiped it with her hand. No time to look for a rag, every second she wasted waiting on them was another second she was out of the bedroom. Unavailable to James and his Australian pet, Meat.

She shook her head and chuckled nervously as she picked up the tray with the glasses and shots and walked back into the front room. Thinking of him made her knees weak but thinking of his name made her giddy. It was so appropriate, but it was so inane.

Rosie walked around from man to man, handing them their ****** while they stroked her thighs or pulled her close for a kiss. Every touch turned her on, everything was foreplay for Meat. Several times, she'd turned her head to sneak a glance at him, and every time, he caught her looking. Though she flushed with anger and ***********, she felt more and more turned on.

It was four a.m., they'd been at her for over ten hours now, alternating in ones and twos in the bedroom while the rest of them amused themselves with poker, naps, and videos of themselves with her earlier. They'd high-five each other and comment on their own performances. It was turning into a sports event for them. For all of them but the Australian. Between Rosie and him it was a steady battle of wills. She desperately wanted him to fuck her again and he enjoyed playing it cool, watching her need build. Every time she looked at him, he winked, grinned, or gave her the 'thumbs up'. Playing with her, arousing her from across the room without the slightest touch. Each of the men who touched her while she handed them their ***** was him. Their hands were his hands.

James had arranged to have the entire weekend videotaped for Rosie's "Suzannah" website. She was causing a bit of a stir in cyberspace, no small feat given the amount of bandwidth dedicated to young boys and lonely husbands wanking off around the globe to the vast array of offerings. Most of them were free, James charged admission to the Suzannah BBW site and was still getting hits in the tens of thousands.

Rosie approached Meat slowly. She'd saved his glass for last. She approached him eyes down, trying her best to appear sexy. She widened her stance and straddled his right leg, leaned forward to hand him the icy mug. He laughed.

"Didn't I tell you? You were so pissed off at me when I left you like that last night, all hot and bothered, but now you're crawling back begging for more, aren't you?" He paused, grinned. "I know, I can see it in your eyes." He turned to me. "They all get that look. That glazed, 'give it to me harder, deeper' look."

He slid his hand roughly between my wife's legs, pushing his thumb up inside her. She bent her knees and opened herself, ground her hips, fucking his thumb there in front of me and the rest of them.

"Come into the bedroom and let's see what else I can do for you," she purred, leaning closer and whispering. He smiled, removed his hand from between her legs and took the beer from her. He raised his foot and tapped her belly gently with his toe, nudging her back a few inches.

"Tell you what, luv. You have one more go-round with each of these boys, then we'll see if you can handle ol' Meat again, eh?" He smiled and patted his crotch.

She looked around the room. The Japanese tourists were still asleep, as were most of the others. Two of them was sitting in front of the television set, channel surfing, picking up bits and pieces of games they'd missed earlier.

Rosie dropped to her knees in front of Meat, leaned forward and nuzzled his cock through his silk boxers, then whispered "Are you sure you don't want me before them, while I'm still fresh?" He reached a big hand behind her neck and pulled her close. Her mouth was inches from his. She felt a flush of heat across her chest and between her legs. She opened her lips expectantly. He grinned and pulled back, staring her directly in the eyes. "Sheila, I'm guessin' you ain't been fresh in a whole lot of years."

She stumbled backward, embarrassed and aroused. "I'll be back". She crawled across the floor toward the two men in front of the television. One of them looked down at her and laughed. "Bitch in heart time?" He swatted the other man on the shoulder. "I can smell it from here. She's sure turned on by something in the room." He looked across at Meat and smiled. "I guess we know what that would be, eh?"

Rosie crawled closer, stopped just in front of him. She rubbed her cheek against the inside of his knee, turned her head, kissed his thigh. She tasted the musky mix of dried cum and her own juices from his visit earlier. She slid her hand up the inside of his leg and saw his cock stirring underneath the terrycloth robe he was wearing.

"Looks like your little soldier is turned on as well, hmmm?" she whispered. I watched her as she leaned forward and gave his cock a light kiss, then opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cockhead. His eyes rolled back and he relaxed into the chair.

"That sure feels good," he muttered. "I'm sure not used to this kind of service," he laughed, stroking the back of her head gently. Then, he reached his hand underneath her chin and tilted her head up. "I'll tell you what. If you can get one of the other guys to do you with me, I'm up for it. Otherwise," he said, turning his head, "I don't want to miss the Rams." He pulled his cock away and pulled the robe closed over himself.

Rosie felt the frustration building inside her. Did they have this planned? Was this all James' idea? Tease her and tease her until she exploded? She looked around the room at the ******** bodies, all in various positions and states of exhaustion. Her movements were getting jerky, twitchy. She felt like it would be impossible to wait, like Meat had given her an unattainable task and that he knew it. By the time she'd roused each of these men and taken them into the bedroom, she'd be insane from the anticipation.

My wife looked at me with a desperate plea in her eyes, but I was already completely spent and needed to recuperate. Reluctantly, I shook my head.

"Isn't as easy as it seems, is it, dear?" laughed Meat. She tried to ignore him as she calculated her plan. She picked up two empty bottles from the poker table, stacked up some of the chips, trying to distract herself with minutiae. She couldn't keep her eyes from going back to his chair though. The ham-sized biceps, close cropped hair, tattooed skin all called to her. But her focus kept landing between his legs. Landing directly on the bulge resting underneath those red silk boxers.

He laughed, "obvious as hell, hun." With his left hand, he pulled the elastic waist of his boxers down, giving her a full view of the huge snake coiled there in his lap. Even limp, it was enormous. It lay there, resting, recharging, gathering up strength for its next onslaught. With another laugh, he snapped the elastic back into place.

"Why don't you make me a snack, little Quimby?" he laughed.

Weak kneed, she staggered into the kitchen. There was no way she could focus her attention long enough to prepare anything. She knew where James kept crackers and trays, but she couldn't focus. Everything she looked at was blotted out by the memory of those bright red boxers and the promise of what lay beneath them. She leaned against the counter and slid her hand between her legs. She'd never been this desperately horny in her life and certainly not for any one particular man. It was scary and exhilarating. She was still wearing the harem-girl outfit - they'd had her put it on each time she left the bedroom - and she slid her hands down underneath the wide belt. With a vision of Meat's naked body in her mind, she brought herself to orgasm quickly.

"Is this how we serve our guests?" she heard James' angry voice from behind her. He'd been standing on the other side of the kitchen with a camera in his hand, caught the entire event on video. "For the website," he announced.

"James," she whispered. She ran to him, wrapped her arms around him and started licking his neck. "Are you in the mood, dear? Did that turn you on?" His cock was large but nothing like Meat's. It would be good enough for now, though, she thought. She stroked him and tried to entice him but he was all business tonight. He pushed her away.

"Get the snacks out there," he said, then turned and left the room. She was on fire with frustration now. The hand job she'd given herself sated her for only a few moments, everything circled back to Meat.

Rosie found a box of crackers and smeared them with a variety of cheeses. She dipped her finger in the cheese and licked it clean, closing her eyes and remembering the same kind of licking earlier, cleaning the men in the other room. She reached for the bunch of grapes and touched each one lightly as she plucked it from the stem, tender little balls of sweet juice aching to spurt into her mouth. She sliced an apple, feeling its cool skin and watching the knife penetrate, separate, cleave it into wedges. She arranged the wedges side by side in pairs on the plate, small vaginas to be lifted with thick, tattooed fingers and eaten. She was feverish by the time she finished, the crotch of the harem pants moist with arousal.

Rosie picked up the tray and brought it into the front room. Three of the men were awake and standing at the bedroom door, arms crossed. "Showtime, Suzannah," one of them called. She put the tray on the table in front of Meat, bowed to him, "your snacks, sir." She slid the elastic waist of the harem pants down slightly, exposing the top of her slit. "Do you promise you'll play with me later?" she asked in a rough voice. He waved her off, turned to me and smiled. I smiled back, thinking about how it would feel with her later. After Meat was done with her.

In the bedroom, the three tag-teamed her, mouth to cunt, cunt to mouth until they were exhausted. They opened the door and invited two of the other men we'd played poker with into the room. The five of them were in there for another hour or more. When they finally came out, they sent in the Japanese pair, who had been away for a while and were clearly angry for having been made to wait.

Rosie didn't relish the Japanese men at all. They were not fuckers, they were players. They made her kneel, sit, stand, squat, all the time poking and prodding her, pinching and stretching her nipples and cunt lips and spanking her bottom. They'd challenge and compliment each other, trying to bring the brightest red color to the surface of her thighs, calves, belly, anywhere they found flesh that they hadn't already worked over. They kept at it, listening to her moan and whimper, until they were close to cumming, then they'd push her to her knees and stick their stiff penises in her mouth. Their cum was sweet tasting and came in small spurts which she swallowed obediently, as they'd instructed her to do earlier.

As the men dressed, Rosie pulled her harem outfit back on. It was getting harder to keep her balance. Though none of the five men she'd had so far were particularly well endowed, they'd still given her quite a workout and she was feeling exhausted. She felt the cum oozing out of her and wetting the crotch of the harem pants, tried to ignore it. She opened the door and immediately spotted Meat. I saw her eyes widen and she stood just a bit more erect, pushing her chest forward. He looked at me and burst into a wide grin.

"How are we feeling, missy?" he growled. "Quim all slicked up and loose for me?" Her face froze and went slightly white. Embarrassment had turned into something else, something deeper. She was craving his abusive talk now, wanted him to talk about her like the slut she was turning into. He owned her and they both knew it, she'd do anything to get his cock back inside her body. I saw something wet trickled down the side of her mouth. Cum from one of the Japanese men? Or a new kind of Pavlovian response? I didn't know but whatever it was turned me on immensely.

"Why don't you give her a little tease?" I asked. My wife's eyes shifted, looked at me, but went back to Meat as he stood up and walked across the room. He ripped the tiny vest off of her, it came apart in three small pieces, he threw them to the ground. She nearly fell over. He picked her up and twirled her upside down, smashed her face against his boxers and held her there, her thighs around his head. She immediately fished his cock out and pulled it into her mouth. Her hands reached around the back of his tree-trunk legs and held tight. He thrust his hips forward, pushing deep into her throat, pumping five or six times while she sputtered and gagged. Then, he flipped her over again and stood her on her feet. Her eyes were watering and a flood of saliva spilled over her bottom lip and onto her neck and chest. He rubbed his hands against her, massaging the moisture into her breasts, fingers pulling at the nipples while she moaned. I watched as my wife pulled the elastic down, sliding the pants over her huge ass and letting them drop to the ground. She grabbed Meat around the waist and tried to pull him close, but he pushed her back and laughed. "Just a taste, the man said," he growled, turning to me. "Your turn."

"Hey!" one of the others said. "Two of us left, then Mr. Joy Boy over there."

I waved my hand, "fair enough, I'm still exhausted from last time."

"You limp-dicked Pussy! Come on in and see how it's really done!" he said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into the bedroom. The two remaining men went in together and spent nearly an hour with her. When they came out, they were dripping sweat and staggering.

I looked into the room. Rosie lay on the bed, legs spayed wide, arms limp. She tried sitting up twice but could only raise herself to her elbows before collapsing. The light from the room reflected off of her shiny skin as she struggled to get up. Sweat? Cum? Both? I smiled. Both, no doubt.

"Hey, Sheila! One more," Meat called into the room. I was torn, tempted to be merciful to my wife and just walk into the room, but more completely turned on by the idea of watching her stand up, attempt to put on her outfit, and stagger to the door. I reached for my ***** and settled back into the armchair.

After two more tries, Rosie's feet were on the ground and she was standing beside the bed. She picked the harem pants up from the nightstand and sat back on the mattress. Each movement was taking forever, from raising her foot to slide it into the pants to pulling them up over her knees, thighs, ass, to standing up again to put on the bra. She lost her balance twice and fell back on the bed, both times looking out into the room. She didn't look at me, though. She looked at Meat. He was pushing all of the buttons and pulling all of the strings now. I felt my stomach knot. With a glance, she might have convinced me to come into the room and spare her the rest of this embarrassment, of this performance she was being put through, but no. She chose to make her appeals to Meat instead. Any sense I had that I might have gone too far was gone. The game was unfolding properly.

"I'm getting bored out here," I called. Meat looked at me and smiled. "Yeah, and if anyone gets bored, you might have to start all over again," he chimed in. I noticed that he was stroking himself as we watched her. I saw his cock - still only half-erect - and imagined it where it would be soon - deep inside my wife, hammering away at her with all of his ****** strength and leathery-skinned vitality. I nearly came just thinking about it.

Rosie fastened the bra, then started sliding the inventory of gold jewelry onto her ankles, wrists, and around her neck. She sat with her hands propping herself up for a few minutes when she was finished. I saw her breathing deep and slow, gathering her strength for her entry into the front room. She turned her head again, I waited, but again her eyes went to Meat, pleading for the release she needed. I sat silently, fuming.

She stood up and walked to the door, leaned against it to steady herself, then raised a hand. She focused her half-opened eyes on me and wiggled her finger "come here". I shook my head and pointed to the floor in front of me. The smile vanished from her face and she looked at me with angry eyes. I ignored her and rested my arms on the armrests. She came closer, unsteady, trembling slightly with the effort to not fall over.

We were some fourteen or so hours into the weekend, which meant nearly 30 hours without ***** for her. Between the lack of ***** and the constant stream of men, she was fatigued and showed it. Something about the look in her eyes, the nearly completed transformation to a creature of pure lust, amazed me. I'd never seen anything like it before. Something deep inside her body had taken her over. A sexual auto-pilot.

When she was directly in front of me, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her. We started kissing, my hands moving up and down her body, touching the spots I knew she favored. I could tell by the response from her tongue that I was finding all of them. Her hands scratched up and down my back, another indicator that meant she was losing control, abandoning herself further to her body. She started swaying slightly, one of her hands slid around, sliding down my belly and into my pants. I looked at her and saw that her eyes were locked on Meat.

"You cunt!" I screamed, pushing her back. She caught her balance and leaned against the wall. "Fucking whore! You can't keep your mind off him, can you?!" I pushed my face close to hers. Something inside me was on the edge of snapping. "Spreading your legs for me and thinking of him!"

Meat jumped up and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Hey, now calm down, mate!" I heard his voice through the red haze and came back quickly. I needed to get control of myself, if only to keep James from getting suspicious.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know," I muttered, stepping back and walking to the kitchen. "I need a cold one." As I walked away, my wife reached for Meat, trying to pull him toward her, but he pushed her back and followed me into the kitchen.

I swung the refrigerator door open and pulled out a Corona. In a daze, I twisted off the top, sucked down half the bottle, then poured the rest out in the sink. The Australian stepped closer, leaned up against the counter next to me. "She really wants it bad."

I nodded.

"How about the two of us do her at the same time?" he asked, patting my crotch.

I smiled and shook my head. "No, I'm OK now. I just got, I don't know, a little carried away. She just can't resist you. It's kind of insulting."

Meat smiled at me. "Yeah, it happens. They're pretty much all the same," he crowed as he patted his crotch. "Once they get the big snake, they can't stop coming back."

I smiled and nodded, "hey, we can't all be hung like that."

"No, I guess not. I'm just a lucky guy! Listen, why don't you have a go at her and when you're finished, I'll move in and finish things off."

"Yeah, sounds good." I walked through the front room as calmly as I could with everyone staring at me. We went into the bedroom and closed the door. Rosie started taking off the jewelry, stacking it on the nightstand. "I'm so sorry about that," she whispered.

"I'll live," I muttered, sliding the robe off my shoulders and onto the floor.

"This is going to be wonderful, you'll see..." she unbuckled the bra and dropped it to the floor.

"I expect it to be, it's always been," I said as I climbed onto the bed.

My wife slid the harem pants over her ass and dropped them to the floor. "Oh, yes, wonderful." She slid onto the bed beside me, one hand between my legs, the other propping herself up. She licked her lips, leaned forward. "He's just an ******, the way he fucks me, my insides are still shaking from last night..." Her eyes glazed over and her hand between my legs stroked me gently. "Oh, come on, come on, get inside me!" she said, grabbing my arm. She pulled me on top of her and reached for my cock. Her mouth was all over my neck and shoulders, her other hand ******** fingernails across my back. She stroked me quickly, keeping her hand near the top the way I like it. "Come on, shoot it, shoot it baby," she grunted. This was unusual, not like her at all. She was trying to push me along and get me the hell out of the room so Mr. Meat could fuck her.

"Hey, slow down! Remember why we're here!" I pulled back and she rolled forward, pulling me back on top of her. "I know why we're here! We're here to fuck! Come on, fuck me, get that thing up inside my hot little snatch, I need it..." Her mouth was all over mine, she spread her legs wide and flat and arched herself as best she could to take me in. Her hand guided me, but I still couldn't find the hole. She pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and slid it underneath her bottom. That trick worked. I plunged deep inside her, feeling myself bottom in her cunt. Part of my brain was angry that she was just finishing me off quickly so Meat could fuck her, but a bigger part of me was turned on by the idea of her so completely lost in lust and I came quickly.

She kept humping, looked at me like a wild ******, eyes glaring, face flushed red, mouth open and panting, chest heaving as she panted for breath. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh fuck yeah," she chanted.

"Could you at least try to pay some attention to me!" I yelled but she ignored me, eyes locked on the door and what lay beyond. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again just thinking about it," she groaned, rubbing herself against my hip and cumming quickly. She scratched my back and bit my shoulder, rubbing hard and cumming again. I was a little scared, I'd never seen her like this before.

"Tell him, tell him to get the fuck in here, tell him," she prodded, pushing me toward the edge of the bed. I fell backward, flopped onto the floor, looked up to see her running her hand through her hair, hips grinding against the pillow underneath her. "Go get him," she repeated.

I stood up and went into the front room. This was getting out of hand, I thought, looking at him and listening to her heavy breathing from the other room. "She's ready," I said to Meat.

"Yeah, well I'm not," he chuckled. "Hey! Doris! Get your cooch in here, I want more of those cracker things!"

She rushed to the door, naked and sweating, hair whipping around as she shook her head intensely. "No, you cocksucker, get in here, get your fucking ass in here right now!" She braced herself, hands gripping the door jambs tightly, body shaking with anger and frustration.

Meat laughed and patted his crotch. Rosie screamed, "don't fuck with me!" and ran across the room. Before she reached Meat's chair, James and one of the other men intercepted her. A look of terror came over her face as she looked into James' eyes.

In a stern and measured voice, he told her, "you are making a scene in front of my guests."

Rosie collapsed, gave an explosive blow of air and slumped. The effort was enormous but she gathered herself together and stood back up. "I am sorry, James," she said through gritted teeth. "I put my needs above the needs of your guests." She moved her hands in front of her cunt, covering herself. "It will not happen again."

"You're goddam right, it won't happen again," James said. "Because you are going to the Judge for punishment. Larry, get him on the phone and tell him to get his sorry ass over here immediately!" James barked.

"And Meat, I think it is time for you to leave, you're distracting poor Suzannah here," James said. She lunged toward him and begged, "you can't, oh, please, you can't! Just once, just give him to me one more time, oh James, oh please..." She was on the floor in front of him, arms wrapped around his legs, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Meat raised his ***** in a toast and nodded. "You may be right, guv." He stood up and walked closer to Rosie. He bent down, ran his hand over her shoulders, down her back, over her bottom. "And I was so looking forward to taking you for a ride." He continued touching her. "A long, long, ride." He slipped a hand between her legs and she moaned weakly. "But, the boss says I gotta go." Rosie watched him walk to the door through watery eyes.

"And you, in the meantime," James said calmly, pushing her to the floor, "put your uniform back on and take these gentlemen's orders for *****s and snacks. The weekend is still young."

Merci pour cette belle suite...

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I Hate Him...


I hate him...

I hate everything about him. I hate his arrogance, I hate his voice, I hate his demeanor, and I hate his attitude.

Mostly, I hate that he's in my head. And I hate how he got there...

"He" is a man named Jaime ****. Oh, he must be in his fifties by now, but he first entered into my universe when he was just shy of forty. You see, he is my wonderful wife's ex-husband. An abusive, controlling, domineering stereotypical Hispanic male. When she finally had the courage to leave him after 14 years, she left everything. Her life, her clothes, and, painfully, her ********. Our relationship is built on a strong empathic desire to protect her from such an evil presence. He was one of those men you hear about who presents such a perfect image in the public sphere, but destroys those he captures in his private web of power. She escaped that web...I became it's victim. I would be devastated if she ever discovered the weakness I have succumbed to because of him.

A little about me would help inform the path I eventually found myself on regarding Jaime. In a very short version, my ********* was riddled with enough intimate relationships that I developed intensely contentious issues with my sexual identity. Most importantly, was a strong attachment to cross-dressing that enhanced an innate effeminate nature. That being said, it should be no surprise that I have had a life-long struggle to suppress these developmental obstacles. As successful as I had been with these battles, dark ****** found it amusing to see Jaime penetrate these walls. Quite accidentally, my greatest nemesis became judge, jury and executioner over my entire life. Like a sacrificial lamb, fate laid me at the feet of my enemy.

And I couldn't stop indulging my demons...

Demons are a subtle influence in the lives of men. They dwell in the realm just beyond our consciousness. I know this because I see now that it is my fault that this began in the first place. It was I who grew up addicted to the vanity that satin, silk, and lace fed. It was I who confessed before the gods my desire to be a woman when, as a 10-year-old, my pre-teen lover taught me how to be kissed by a man. And it was I who found myself in that old hay-shed, day after day, knowing that it would lead to deeper and deeper intimacy with a boy. In retrospect, I can't help but to think that innocence can carry the burden of my indiscretions. But now, I cannot escape the reality that at this point, it's my choice. I am the one to blame for the heinous sins that I have continued to commit.

I have consumed sufficient amounts of wine to finally confess Jaime's victory over me.

It began a decade ago when that dark demoness within me betrayed me into the hands of that most reviled of men. It was an evening where my wife was working a late shift and it was I who had the responsibility of surrendering the ******** to Jaime. Now this particular weekend required some discipline to be exerted onto one of the boys. Unknowingly, this began a series of events that would eventually lead to my undoing as a man – at least, to a severe degree. After I had surrendered the ********, I relaxed with some wine and an apparently innocent indulgence to that old harlot that I let free in times of solitude. Knowing I had until midnight as well as the following afternoon to myself, I rifled through my wife's underwear to find a pair of dark blue tights and pink satin thong. Fearing no interruptions I also found her glittery maroon nail polish. After drying, I slid into that most exhilarating state of effeminate paradise. That's when all hell broke loose. Jaime had returned infuriated that I had the audacity to usurp his ******** duties and discipline any of his ********. He was honking his horn and, in short order, banging on my door. Needless to say, I was terrified because I was in no condition to see anyone. In a panic, I through on a pair of loose sweat pants and some slippers. I had no time to consider that my ankles would still reveal the tights between the sweats and the heel-less slippers. Nor did I have time to tie the drawstring. In my arrogance, I rushed down with the delusion that I would be able to calm the situation to a positive resolution. I was wrong in so many ways.

When I turned that door knob, the world unknowingly turned upside down. Time began to slow down to a crawl. And when I came face to face with him, my knees began to quiver at his hyper-masculine power. He was furious, inconsolable, and I was overwhelmed by my inability to reach any place of settlement with him. The volume and demeaning level of profanities he was hurling without any consideration to my neighbors beat me down to the point of near desperation to diffuse the situation. After all, the incident involving his *** was so minor in compari*** to the anger he was exhibiting. I can only attribute it to the controlling nature that I had been told about. It couldn't have been from the substance of the incident. It was then I realized how powerful this kind of man can be and how futile it was to resist it. As he stood there reducing every semblance of masculinity from me, I found myself no longer able to speak. And that's when it happened...

His vocal tirade finally subsided with an open-palm strike to my face. It sent me reeling into my living room dazing me with a flood of shock, fear, and helplessness. Dazed, I lay on the carpet completely unaware of my circumstances. You see, when I had been laid out by Jaime, my untied sweats had **** upon the carpet pulling them down about halfway down my buttocks, I had lost one of my slippers, and one of the legs had rolled up halfway on my calf. On top of that, the extremely over-sized T-shirt I had thrown on had exposed the matching bra that I had put on. From my point of view, I was ready to just beg for him to calm down. But from his point of view, everything had changed. There was no longer any rea*** to hide the fact that I was hiding some intense female leanings and that is when his violence transitioned into something much more sinister. This was, to him, like a great gift. Here was the man who was now banging his wife, nothing more than a woman himself. And in his sick and twisted mind, I had become someone completely different. He stepped across the threshold of my home, shut the door, and locked it behind him. "You fucking cunt! You're nothing but a little whore, aren't you!?!", he whispered in serendipitous disbelief. I began to lift myself up to my knees when I felt his strong hands hold me in place. "I think I know what can help us resolve our disagreement."

My face was still stinging when he removed my Tee in a single fluid motion. I was no longer in a position to defy him. My words were abhorrently inadequate against such reckless irrationality. But his anger had now become focused into something much more gratifying to him – purposed ***********. "Take it out." , he said with a seething yet commanding tone. I was awash with so many emotions that the resulting delirium was like being ***********. I see now that I was bathing in a flood of testosterone-induced euphoria that emanated from Jaime's masculine power. I became detached from myself as I watched my hand reach up to meet his bulging slacks. Like watching a movie, it seemed as if someone else was in control of my body. I knew then that Jaime had evoked that shameful harlot within that I've contended with for decades. As she moved my quivering hand closer to his zipper, I caught a glimpse of the maroon nail polish that I had so willingly decorated that hand with. Like standing before a judge, I realized that I had plead guilty to the charge of lasciviousness for failing to restrain the demon I was charged with keeping impri***ed. That demon was free now and I was to bear the sentence for her sins. With his zipper down, I reached in and willingly retrieved Jaime's "gavel".

Jaime **** has a rather beautiful cock as I discovered. Easily 8 inches when erect, somewhat thin, and an upward arch that ended with an oddly over-sized but well-cut helmet. The musky scent was repulsively strong which wasn't a surprise given my realization that he had a thick mound of pubic hair. He had obviously showered much earlier in the day and had confined his member to the darkness of these slacks. It was almost surreal as my detached spirit looked down in shame at the situation. I was kneeling in nothing but a blue satin bra, gray sweats woefully failing to hide the blue hosiery and pink panties. Locked in a ******** spell with Jaime's cock just inches from my face I found my mind had wandered to a long lost paradise where a naïve woman was asked to eat from a tree she knew to be forbidden. I, like her, became lost in the euphoric moment foregoing any thought of the consequences for the sinful indulgence. I wet my lips with the pre-cum that had gathered there and in a deluge of ecstasy, I plunged my head down the whole length of him. I had surrendered to him, my masculinity had been slain by him, the harlot inside had betrayed me onto the altar of sin. I hated Jaime for the fact that he had now chained me to him. I would never be able to restore what I had given away to him. With each waving motion of my head back and forth I was further and further away from who I had so desperately tried to be.

Jaime was reveling in the power I had conceded to him. His hands rested firmly on his hips as I did all the servicing. "I didn't even ask you to put it in your mouth!", he snorted in disgust. That realization covered me in ***********. He was right, I devoured him like a nursing ******, driven only by lustful hunger. With each demeaning word from him hurled like lightning at me I quickened my impalement on his sword. As his anger gave way to pleasure, my pleasure gave way to anger. Each thrust was a furiously self-inflicted punishment that I knowingly deserved. "Look at me!" he commanded. I obeyed without losing my rhythm to lock eyes with him. They were so dark and his smile so sardonic and twisted. He stared right through me as he spit in my face. The only secret I had left was that my tucked erection was struggling against the tight panties that held it firmly in place – but that too would be exposed in time. After what seemed an eternity Jaime took over by grasping my head with both hands and began thrusting his cock into my mouth. The terror was exhilarating because I knew that he would soon be through with me. His pace became much more rapid than I could maintain and his cock was penetrating deeper and deeper into my orifice. His ranting was equally rapid, "You're a worthless whore, you should be thanking me for letting you taste me!"

"You're going to pay for all the pleasure my wife owes me..."

"How does it feel to be nothing but a little cock-sucker?"

"Tell me you love the taste of Mexican meat, you little white prick!"

"I'm your cock-daddy now, and you are my little slut!"

Relentlessly he pummeled my face with his cock and my heart with his tongue. He had worked himself into such a rage that he was almost caught off-guard when his snake started feeding me endless shots of his hateful venom. My eyes had begun tearing up as much from shame as from gagging as I felt his sperm shoot its way inside my belly. Warm and salty, I was surprised how I didn't feel an intense desire to throw-up. And there was enmity still between us, but a new order had emerged. A hierarchy in which I would be permanently reduced beneath him. He removed his still unusually erect penis from my mouth and wiped the last drips of cum slowly across my left eye and cheek. I was completely helpless and in a state of shock for what we had just done. Like the submissive position I was in I knelt in silence waiting for him to say something – or more to the point now, to command me. Jaime so willingly obliged by telling me to get on my feet. "Take off your sweats," he said. I did as he said and volunteered to kick off my remaining slipper. I stood there before his harshly judging eyes that looked on me now as nothing but a slut. "I want to know if you enjoyed this...take out your pathetic prick." As if the guilt and shame wasn't enough up to this point, I couldn't hide what he wanted to know. My dick was as stiff as iron and had been since he first bitch-slapped me. Avoiding his mesmerizing gaze I reached into my panties and arched back to release my 6-inch erection, pulsing uncontrollably before him. "That's what I thought, I just wanted to know if this is something I should expect regularly."

He then took me by the arms and ****** me over the end of my couch and a renewed fear gripped me. "Don't you ever spank my kids ever again!" he whispered as I heard his belt being undone. With nothing but a negligible nylon covering he began whipping my quivering buttocks repeatedly. My wife had revealed little to me about her failed marriage with Jaime, but insatiable sexual appetite, sadistic tendencies, and control issues were primary. All the ***** she rejected from him, I was shockingly enduring. After about ten hard lashings from him, I felt his whole body lean oppressively over mine. His cock was not only still out, but immensely hard. With a whisper he said, "Now tell your daddy you're sorry..."

I was whimpering like a little girl now, ashamed and writhing in pain. I meekly replied to him, "I'm so sorry daddy, I'll never do it again..."

"That's right cock-sucker..." and his hands reached into my undergarments at the hip and pulled them down just below my pink ass cheeks. He took position behind me and released a large wad of spittle into my crack. He guided his cock up and down my valley to moisten his member and began sodomizing me. I was exhausted now, and was no longer able to restrain the grunts and moans that escaped with each pounding thrust. This became more of an initiation or a training fuck because he began to dictate the terms of this new world I had opened up to him. By the time he had shot a second load all over my back and hair, I already knew what he was going to say after he told me to get dressed.

"Sarah [apparently my new name], this is far from over!"

And with that, he used my bathroom to clean up a little. As he unlocked the door to leave, he mockingly said, "I think I'd prefer you with blonde hair next time..."

And I heard him whisper to himself in arrogant disbelief as he left, "What a fucking cunt..."

Round 2

The Car-Jacking

It is very difficult to undo the damage done by a lifetime of intimate indifference. Seemingly random acts of mild sexual ***** are not checked through the course of one's gender development. Such is the case of my life. Alone, I battle against the urges that ******* a social standard that abandoned me to the dark recesses of perversion. Forever desiring the beauty of a gender not natural to me, forever cursed with a vain love for dressing up the girl inside me, forever burned with the images of male possession that has befallen me. Eternally bound to the knowledge that I would undoubtedly reveal my inner demons to any man who would chance to evoke it from me.

The following morning, the images still burning in my mind, I was driving to work when I was given a glimpse into the depths of Jaime's insatiable depravity. He had followed me to work where I had hoped to be able to distance myself from the *********** of the night before. When I saw him pull up alongside the driver's side of my company car I was, at once, shocked, terrified, and angry. He rolled down the window to his car and in a voice completely unaware of my feelings said, "Get in." He was pleasant, even jovial like we were old friends. I got in but ready to lay into him for his brazen ********* of the sanctity of the male workplace. I was really in no mood to see him. As he sped back out of the parking space, I demanded, "What the fuck are you doing here?!?" My anger was palpable but he remained oblivious to it as he drove behind the store and pulled next to a dumpster. My frustration began drowning beneath waves of curiosity and uneasiness. "I really need to bang one out this morning, and since you work so close to the school, I thought I'd let you take care of it for me."

I was visibly shocked; he put the car in park and adjusted his seat all the way back and reclined as if this was a foregone conclusion. I must have really gotten myself into something bizarre last night when I gave into him. My anger had become absolutely hollowed as the situation started to sink in. I was flattered to see him think of me to satisfy his needs and like a sex-starved teen, extremely aroused by the gesture. Amid my protestations, he was not to be deterred. And as I looked around the back lot seeing he had found a very obscure space to park, my arousal collided with my attraction to Jaime's powerful aggression. I was refusing his suggestion but staring at the bulge pressing up against his dark slacks. He then started to get impatient with me and explained what was going to happen.

"Look, I'm trying to be nice here. Don't sit there and pretend you don't want to take hold of my cock. We both know what a puta you are. All I need is a good hand job to get you out of my head. Now stop fucking around, I need to get to work."

I fall into a category of person that I label as freeze and please. Always a coward in the face of confrontation, my normal response in volatile situations is to freeze up or abandon my ideals to appease the stronger personality. I developed this reflex from years of being ******** while I slept. Of course I was never really asleep, just unable to respond to being sexually assailed in any other way. That eventually led to the appeasement when I found myself in situations where feigning *************** was not practical. This was an appease situation.

"You're a real asshole, Jaime." I said as I reached over to his lap and began unzipping his pants.

"That's a good girl, the more you hate it, the more it gets me off." He responded with satisfaction. I did hate it, I hated him, but most of all, I hated myself for being so desperately turned on by it.

So that's the scene, I was behind the store where I work hiding behind a dumpster giving my wife's jerk of a horny ex-husband a hand job while most people are getting their morning coffee. His cock was rock-hard and I tried to obscure the pleasure it was giving me. To be reduced to a functionary for a man's, this man's, sexual appetite was more than I could bear . I played so put-out and condescending to his primal weakness. Who was I kidding? I was enjoying every slow stroke taking care to let my pinky give his scrotum a love-tap with every downward push.

"Se siente rico chafa huila," Jaime exhaled. [lit. That feels good you cheap slut]

I didn't know what it meant but it sounded like I was doing it right. I confess it was hot hearing him speak Spanish. He fit into a very narrow-minded world view that I had for Mexicans. He taught History and Spanish at a nearby high school. And also ran a landscaping business on the side. Not to mention his apparent need for sexual gratification. I didn't feel guilty for seeing him as a stereotype. I did feel guilty for being so easily ******* into doing his bidding.

My heart began racing as I heard a delivery truck come around the back but I kept on whacking him off...faster and faster I went. Jaime began to start gyrating his hips and slowly thrusting in and out of my wanton hand. He was starting to get that look on his face that indicated that he would be through with me soon.

"Quick, I don't want to get messy!" Jaime demanded.

I replied, "Excuse me?!?"

"Mamada tu mensa!" Jaime blurted out, and then frustrated that I didn't speak his language, "Don't let it get on my pants, chica!" And he grabbed me by the back of my head and ****** me towards his crotch. I understood then exactly what he was talking about. I felt like he punched me in the stomach as the breath shot out of me. I could still hear the delivery truck idling and workers beginning to unload into the docking bay which I hoped was well out of sight. I caught my breath and, closing my eyes, puckered up and put an airtight seal around the tip of his penis while I stroked harder and harder. Like a ship on an angry sea, I tried to stay balanced atop his helmet as he thrust his hips up and down lest I slip all the way down on his cock. After a few final ball-pounding thrusts, his body tensed up and began releasing his 'mecos' into my mouth. Like the pleaser that I was, I truly understood his concern for getting his pants messy, and somehow focused on not letting a drop get away. It was no easy task because I counted no fewer than 6 full shots of cum spray against every bit of my mouth. Twice, now, in the last 12 hours, I had swallowed a load of Jaime's sperm. I carefully licked the tip clean and rubbed it dry before replacing it back into his pants and zipping him up. He adjusted his seat and with an inane grin, began to drive back around front to my car.

"Your mouth is such a good panocha" Jaime said, extending the shame he had heaped into me.

"Well, Jaime, this needs to end, I'm not going to keep playing this game with you." I felt confident that I was firm enough.

"Sure about that, Shannon?" he said as he pulled to a stop.

"I thought my name was Sarah!" I said thinking I was being smart. He just laughed at me.

"Which do you prefer, chica?" still laughing, I just dropped my head [I really walked into that one]

He reached over and before I could react, he grabbed my cock seeing that I was undeniably hard. "Un pajaro, miha"

"Keep telling yourself that it's over. I just like getting off. I kind of like that my ex-wife's 'marica' is willing to help me get off. And I kind of think it's sick and twisted that you like pretending to be a woman. But at the end of the day, that erection gives you away. You're the one who won't let it end because you need to be reduced to the little 'puta' that you are. If that means I got to be a little pushy, I don't mind as long as you keep sucking the way you do. To be honest, I can't find a real woman to do it like you do."

He reached into the back seat and gave me a nicely wrapped gift. "Now get out of here, Shannon. I get done with after-school baseball practice at 6:30, I'll be parked at the end of the batting cages."

I exited his car and with the warm taste of semen still clinging to my taste buds, I blushed as he drove away. Saving the gift for later, I put it in my trunk and went into the store.

elle m'a bien eu


c'est une histoire vraie. Voila mon épouse et moi sommes mariés depuis 8 ans, nous avons deux enfants, ma femme a 29ans et moi 38, depuis 3 ans environ j'avais ce fantasme de la voir avec un autre homme au lit, je lui en parlais mais elle refusait totalement, me jurant que je lui suffisais qu'elle m'aimait et ne voulait pas connaitre d'autre hommes, je la croyais tout en pestant contre sa fidélité
Je fréquentais à l'époque un petit groupe de joyeux fêtards, nous nous retrouvions dans un bar dans le bois près de la ville, il y avait notamment parmi nous un beau mec environ 40 ans grand, viril et qui se vantait souvent de ses conquêtes féminines, nous montrant des photos de celle ci plus ou moins nues et on commentait ces photos. Chacun donnât *** avis en décrivant ce qu'il ferait à chacune de ces femmes et lui nous racontait ce qu'il avait fait avec elles.
c'était très excitant et il arrivait que nous nous branlions sur l'une ou l'autre photo en écoutant ses récits.
Et un jour il nous annonça que la prochaine fois il nous amènerait des photos d'une nouvelle conquête, une vraie bourgeoise en nous vantant ses qualités c'est une vraie bourgeoise, très BCBG en apparence mais au lit une vraie chienne, il lui en faut c'est un vrai volcan, elle est mariée a un petit mec qui d'après elle a une toute petite bite et est plutôt nul au lit, mais elle l'aime quand même, bizarre les bonnes femmes, il lui demande depuis quelque temps quelle le fasse cocu, elle rigole et refuse l'air offusqué alors qu'en fait elle le cocufie depuis 6 ans parait il et qu'elle a même été enceinte d'un de ses amants mais heureusement c'était un toubib qui l'a avortée; le mari n'a rien vu, rien soupçonné, s'il savait le cocu; en tout cas je vous garantis que c'est une sacrée bonne baiseuse et elle en redemande, faut suivre et ce n'est pas *** cocu qui le peut, enfin d'après elle, ça fait un mois que je l'ai draguée un midi au resto ou elle prenait *** repas avec ses collègues, elle m'a résiste plus de 15 jours pour faire monter la pression mais depuis je me suis rattrapé, je la baise tous les jours le midi à l'heure du déjeuner puis souvent le soir, elle téléphone à *** cocu qu'elle va rentrer plus tard car elle a un boulot à finir et hop je l'emmène à l'hôtel et là c'est un festival pendant au moins une heure ou deux, la vache elle m'épuise mais c'est bougrement bon, par devant, par derrière, dans sa bouche, ses mains, une vraie pro du sexe.
Je dis, tu nous fais bander mon salaud mais amène nous des photos que l'on voit cette merveille.
Il répondit ça y est j'ai pris des photos il y a quelques jours seulement, elle voulait pas trop mais j'ai quand même réussi, mais mon appareil numérique est tombe en panne et j'ai du la photographier avec un vieil appareil argentique et je n'ai pas encore pu les développer, mais promis ce weekend je les ferais et vous amènerai les tirages lundi
le lundi soir nous nous retrouvâmes ds notre bar favori et il nous sortit une série de photos et là <..stupeur..je reconnus ma femme !!!!>
la garce , elle m'avait bien eu avec ses minauderies et *** air offusqué quand je lui demandais de me cocufier alors qu'elle le faisait sans vergogne sans que je le sache...

Merci pour ce beau petit texte, bonne continuation

MERCI

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Training the Horse Trainer



My name is April, a 35 year old MWF. I was born in NYC, but after college, I was fed up with city life and decide to experience the natural life and became a hippie. I joined a back to nature clan and lived in the mountains of western NY. We lived in cabins, and candles and firewood were our lights and heat. No TV, radio- just books or a guitar. I made my clothes, wore no bra, no makeup or deodorant. I did shave my legs, but grew underarm hair. I loved this type life and knew that country life was for me.

During that year, I met my husband Jake. Like me, he was college educated, but he shared my dream to buy a farm and raise our family. We bought a farm back in the mountains of Williamsburg, KY. We were both 23, at the time with a new born ********. Jake, journalism major, landed a newspaper job in town. I worked with horses at a stable in Long Island, so I began to raise horses.

I am a quiet, no nonsense person, but do speak to my neighbors, but just want to be left alone by society and be a modern day hippie. I home schooled our ******** Heather and stayed away from people and town as much as possible.

After 8 years I had raised and sold nearly 20 horses for both show and pleasure. I kept and worked at least a dozen horses a day. My 5'5 150 pound body was all muscle from physical work. I had not worn a bra or makeup in years, but I did cut my long hair and broke down and colored it blonde.

I contracted a Missouri horse owner to breed one of my top mares. I agreed to his high stud fee and he agreed to bring his stallion to our farm. He arrived in July and he was a black man. He seemed nice and Jake and I agreed to house him for a few days until my mare took. While he was a gentleman around Jake and Heather, he however was a flirt and rubbed against me when we were at the barn with the horses. I quickly and sternly let him know that his touches were uncalled for and I did not appreciate or would tolerate it. The following morning at the coral area, he told me that my long nipples looked good through my white blouse, I slapped his face hard and he just laughed.

That night he enjoyed Jake telling him of our old hippie life and how we came to find this old farm and house. I remained in the kitchen because he was a revolting hypocrite. Then my ***** boiled as he talked in the living room with our 12 year old ********. I became highly pissed when he told her that he hoped she would not be a dirt farmer like her hippie mom.

The next day as his horse tried to breed my mare, he constantly made sexual remarks that I needed and wanted what his horse would give my horse. After several mounts, we both agreed that my mare took, but to be safe, we thought it best to try again the next day. That night I had to hear and take his constant conversation with both Jake and Heather.

The next day, Jake took our ******** Heather to the county fair, and although I felt a little uncomfortable alone with Dale, I also knew that he better not dare put a hand on me.

It was around 10 a.m. when we walked up to the barn to see my mare. "April, I bet you'd like a black dick!" Dale said. "Your mare liked a horse dick!"

"Shut your filthy mouth!" I snapped. "How dare you talk to me like that!"

"I've always wanted to fuck a real hippie!" Dale said. "April, have you ever fucked a black man?"

"Hell no!" I said in a hateful tone. "Get your hands off of me! What are you doing? How dare you touch me and insult me like that!"

"Jake won't be back until 5 p.m.!" Dale said as I pulled my arm lose. "My black cock is hard for that white hippie rump of yours. "He and your pretty little ******** won't be back for 7 hours. In that time I can make you feel better than my stallion made your mare feel! How about it April, ole girl?"

"Get out of here!" I yelled as he grabbed my arm. "Get your black horse and your black ass and get out of here before I call the law!"

"I am going to fuck you April!" he yelled as he grabbed my arm again. "You may be the man of the house and barn, but today I am the black stallion!"

As I slapped his face and spit on him, he grabbed my wrists and as I kicked him with my cowboy boots, he threw me to the ground as we rolled and fought in the dust. I was going to prove to him that I am not only a tough minded woman, but a tough physical woman as well. For the next 3 minutes, I fought with all with all my might, but he was too strong as he pinned me to the ground. "Go ahead and fight and scream hippie farmer!" he said as he ripped open my red blouse. "There are those little tits with those long nipples that need sucked!"

As he held my arm back beside my head, his black mouth was not only sucking my nipples, but biting them as I kicked his back with my knees. "Let me kiss and lick those smelly and sweaty underarms!" he said as he licked my arm pits. "Are going to fight it or let the black stallion have you mama?" he laughed.

As he let me up, I kicked at his balls and then ran topless to the barn to get a rifle I had in the feed room. But Dale grabbed a long riding crop and I yelled out in pain as he cracked the leather whip on my bare back. "Get in the corral, April!" he ordered as he cracked the whip near my face. "Get in the corral!"

I had too much human toughness to cry, but with the crop singing around my head, I had no choice but to walk in the corral with my hands over my breasts. "Take your hands off your tits, April!" Dale yelled. "I want you to take off your boots and remove those dirty jeans. And if you wear panties, remove them to!"

With anger, *********** and shame, I pulled off my boots and then removed my jeans and slid off my panties. "Damm, hippie bitch!" Dale laughed. "You look a hell of a lot better in the raw than in your manly threads. This is something! Big tough April naked with those long nipples under the morning sun."

Cracking the whip and warning me not to move, he pulled off his clothes. "What do you think of this, April?" he said stroking his long black cock. "You like this black 9" cock, don't you hippie woman? And you are going to like it a lot better when it goes in that white hairy pussy of yours. But first, you are going to get on your knees and suck this big long black cock of mine. And if you are going to be tough woman, then I am going to whip you like you whip those poor horses of yours. Do as I say! Down on your knees white mare!"

I had never been as angry and humiliated in my life, but with really no choice, I got knelt down as this human ****** put his cock in my face. "Suck it April!" he ordered. "Show your hippie nation how a white hippie sucks a black man!"

Taking my face with one of his hands, he pushed it in my mouth as he rubbed the whip over my back. "Oh this is great!" he groaned. "April on her knees and out in the middle of nowhere. Her long red nipples exposed to nature and a long black cock in her white, prejudice mouth. Show the farm community how April sucks black cock when her family is at the fair!"

With my eyes closed tight, I continued to suck him as he degraded me and my family. "Put your boots on, April!" he ordered pulling from my mouth. "Put your boots on and walk around the corral so I can see your white ass before I breed you. Do as I say or the horse trainer is going to whip the mare!"

Stepping back in my boots, I began to parade around the corral naked as he cracked the riding crop. "Oh you look good April," he said. "That tough, stocky white body and those long nipples. I am going to breed this wild white mare! Now walk to the center of the ring and get on all fours. I am going to see how tough a woman that you are!"

"You are going to pay for this, you pig!" I said as I got down on my hands and knees. "I am going to see your black ass behind bars!"

"Good!" he said. "And I am going to see 9" of black meat going in your white farm fresh pussy. This isn't Jake, April! This is your black stud, Dale!"

"Oh ******* I called out as he pushed his black dick in my vagina. "Oh *******

"Oh this is good!" he groaned as he showed my vagina no mercy. "Oh April, this black horse cock of mine looks so good in your pink cunt. I've always wanted to fuck a real hippie, and your stern and tough personality made me want to fuck you more. That's it April, drop your head and surrender to your black stud!"

"Just don't shoot it in me!" I yelled. "I would die if a pig like you got me pregnant!"

"Pig, you say!" he yelled as he split my vagina. "Your pretty little ******** does not think I'm a pig. And April, she will be 18 in a few years!"

"Damm you!" I yelled as I pulled away and got to my feet. "I'm going to **** you for that sick remark!"

"So you want to fight?" he said as he brought the whip down over my bare back. "We can fight, but I got the whip. Back down on all fours, white mare!"

Striking my bare back again with the whip, I had no choice but to obey this sick maniac. "Boy April!" he said as he slapped my buttocks. "For a farm girl, you got a nice round, plump, and pick anus hole! And I got a hankering for some pink butt hole! Show me that top hole, April! You know what I want!"

The nearest farm was a mile away, and my scream had to be heard as he pushed it up my ass. "Oh ******* I said as I dropped my head to endure the pain.

"Yell and let the neighbors come!" he said as he invaded my back side. "They can come by and watch a black man taming the white horse trainer."

For the next 10 minutes, I tried to pull away, but Dale was too strong. Plus what he was doing to my rectum made me as weak as a kitten. "You win!" I yelled as I pushed my head in the dirt. "I can't stand the pain! You are hurting me!"

"This is so good!" he groaned. "Your husband and ******** are having a good time at the fair. And I got their white female boss butt naked in her horse corral with 9" of black meat up her warm asshole. You should savor this, April. Because if you don't yell and tell the world you love black cock up your ass, I will march back here in a few years and introduce this black horse cock to that pretty little ******** of yours."

"Damm you!" I yelled as I tried to reach back and hit him. "You sick bastard!"

"Heather likes me," he said as his black cock slid in and out of my anus. "She told me she liked me! She showed me her room! She said she hoped I would come back someday! She told me her birthday! And I may just come back on her 18th birthday and break her into to this black horse cock. And if you use that tough attitude on me, I'll fuck her in front of you. Of course, I'd rather you join us. I would not mind telling Jake that I wanted to give this big black horse cock to his mean wife and nice ********!"

"You sick ************** I yelled as he continued to do me in the anus!"

"O I'm going to cum, April!" he yelled. "I'm going to blow a pint of black juice in that round white ass of yours! Oh ****, your **** hole is so warm!"

I dropped my head as I felt his sperm shooting in my bowels. I felt some relief when he pulled. But then I felt him shooting more sperm on my buttocks as he bragged of his performance. "You are not as tough as you think you are!" he said as he tossed me my clothes. "Come on April, get dressed! You don't want Jake and Heather to drive up and see you naked in the dust, with me naked and still hard! April, you have just been trained by the horse trainer!"

I was too weak to try and hit him, and I knew it was useless to curse him, so I just dressed and without a word, walked down to the house."

Luckily Dale did not come down to the house, or I would have shot him with the rife I kept in the kitchen. An hour later when Jake and Heather returned, he came to the house and said that his stallion was all loaded in the trailer. "Do you think the mare took, April?" Jake asked.

"Oh she took alright!" Dale blurted out. "You should have seen her! She was bred and filled alright! I'd better be going!"

"Dale, when are you coming back again?" Heather said as I turned my head.

"Maybe in six years, little girl!" Dale said as he looked at me. "I'll be back to see you and we will all have fun, won't we April?"

"Will you just please go!" I said as I gritted me teeth. "Get out of here!"

"April!" Jake said! "Why so mean? Aren't you going to say good-bye and thank Dale?"

"Oh she thanked me up at the barn, Jake!" Dale said with a laugh. "She gave me a check and gave me the nicest thank you a man could ever wish for!"

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BLACK CO-WORKERS RAID MY WIFE ON A COMPANY PAID SKI RESORT HOLIDAY


I just started working for a shipping logistics company. The privately owned company has a close knit staff of about 250. I was the newest staff and everybody around me tried to make my life easy here. I was really delighted to be part of such a considerate company. We only work for two ships which means when these ships in docked we go crazy working 24-7 every three weeks. But every fourth week is like a holiday where almost 90% of staff doesn't have much to do. And that is when we have real fun.

Second month in to the job, I was told the company has organized a retreat for the management. We were going to a ski-resort for one week â" all expenses paid. And the bonus? Well spouses were invited too. I was over the moon as my wife and I hadn't had a holiday for a long time and were getting a bit jaded. When I told her about it she was delighted just as I expected. We packed our bags on Friday evening, all ready for Saturday's big journey.

There were not that many of us in the management level and the company had hired a luxurious bus to take us to the ski-resort in the north. I drove to the office at 3am to board the bus. I was shocked to see so many people. The bus was packed and there were still a few of them outside arranging their luggage in the bus-boot. Anyway I asked my wife to get in first to try to get some seat for us while I arrange the luggage.

About 30 minutes later when I hopped in â" as the last passenger â" I had trouble finding my wife. When I shouted her name, I heard a feeble voice from the back of the bus, "I am fine here BL," and I heaved a sigh of relief and balanced myself among the packed crowd of staff. Apparently the management allowed junior staff (without their spouses) to come along when the resort offered a heavy discount on renting the entire resort. Unfortunately we couldn't arrange another bus at the last minute.

The bus lurched to a start and the first thing I heard was my wife's scream. Not used to traveling in buses, she had fallen down in the lap of one of the supervisors. A friendly looking black, he had laughed away her apologies. But just as my wife straightened up, the bus lurched again and my wife fell down again. In five minutes she fell down the third time and then I along with the rest of the staff heard him say, "Sweetie, we have just started and it's a long journey, I really don't mind if you continue sitting where you have been falling." He sounded very sincere and my wife, polite as ever, readjusted her big round ass to comfortably sit on the black supervisor's lap especially when all staff around her also echoed her to "sit, sit, sit".

Slowly I eased myself in closer to my wife. I was still a few seats away when I noticed that one of the black supervisor's big black hand was resting very casually on my wife's thigh and she seemed oblivious to it. The black veiny hand was slowly tracing fingers in circles on her thigh. Although she was wearing a denim skirt she would have definitely felt it but her face didn't show any emotion. I was amused by this oblivion from my otherwise sensitive and conservative wife.

Anyway, after reaching the city suburbs, the bus moved to a mountainous road turning and lurching, and I could see my wife slowly falling a***** with the regular shaking movements. She fell a***** and gradually her neck came to rest on my black supervisor's shoulder. But her head kept falling down so the black supervisor gentle pulled his hand under her head. This was his other big black hand rested right on top of my wife's melony boobs. Her face, cocked towards his face was just inches away from each other's lips â" his black thick nigger lips (which he kept wetting with his tongue) and her pink soft rose petal lips. Accidentally during a lurch or two, their lips met and I noticed some of his wet saliva coated my wife's lips which she accidentally licked in.

Then with one lurch, my wife's head jerked in the opposite direction thwacking the bulging crotch of â" what's the name of that African Janitor we have? Hmmâ¦yeah Jishan. Just the act must have got his cock's attention because in front of my eyes, I saw his cock grow inside his jeans and soon I could see the shape of his big black boner outlined from his jeans. The really fat and thick rod like cock â"now being used as a pillow by my wife's resting head.

Then the driver switched off the lights for everyone to rest. And suddenly everything was pitch black including the two black men by wife's sides. I had to move in closer somehow to protect my wife and I slid in through jam-packed bus. When I reached there my eyes had already adjusted to the dark and I was shocked to see that Jishan's cock was outside his fly and inside my wife's mouth. And she was no longer pretending to be a***** but slowly sucking on his meaty, fat black cock. She must have sucked for 10 minutes or so when Jishan held her ears tightly and started trembling like a man having fits. I could almost see thick strands of his black nigger cock cream streaming past my lusty wife's throat. Once he was done, he pulled his limp but still an impressive 8-inches black cock out of my wife's battered mouth and tucked it in his tight jeans.

Black supervisor had somehow made his hand disappear in her blouse under the jacket and I could see the flaps go up and down as he mauled my wife's perky big boobs. Just then my wife looked up and to see me. I managed to shut my eyes just in the nick of time for her to believe that I was ******** holding on to the handrails. And I could just about hear a sigh of relief escape her mouth as she slowly pushed the black supervisor's hand away.

Anyway, within a few minute the break of dawn made it very bright inside the bus and the rest of the journey was uneventful. Once we reached the ski-resort, we all disembarked from the bus and headed to rest for a while. The vista was fantastic â" miles and miles of white snow was spread like a velvet sheetâ¦it was magnificent. I saw a black dog playing in the snow and the contrast of black and white reminded me of the black cock in my wife's white mouth â" my ego deflated a little and my cock hardened a lot. Just then my wife, emerged from the bus and kissed me. It had been about 40 minutes since she sucked that black nigger cock but I could still smell the musky, sweaty, ******- like smell from her mouth. I shuddered ************* when I felt an uncontrollable desire to feel that cock in MY mouth. I quickly spat to get rid of that unsavory thought but the connection was already made.

A staff from the hotel came to greet us and informed us that we would be organized in three groups of 20 people each and every group will have a guide from the resort to arrange for the activities. Each group was allotted room on the same floor. As luck would have it, my wife and I were in the same group as Jishan and the black supervisor whose name I learned was Shakal. They were being extra friendly with my wife and to my mental (and "physical") torment my wife was responding to their flirtations.

Jishan smiled at me and with his hand wrapped around my wife's waist, said, "Hey man, didn't know you were hiding such a foxy wife at home⦠if I knew I would have been extra nice to you." Then all three of them laughed. Just not appear a prude I joined in half-heartedly.

Once all the members of our group had assembled I realized that there were only two women in the group â" my wife and a single staff who was rumored to be a lesbian. As we headed for the champagne brunch prepared in our welcome, my wife started making friends with all. She is quite a social butterfly even back home and in no time she was laughing with the others as if they were long lost friends.

Jishan and Shakal were behaving as if she was with them completely ignoring me. They sat down at a round table. Just as I was about to sit, my wife asked me to get her a glass of champagne. By the time I returned the table was full â" Jishan had invited some other blacks to join them even though they were not from our group. I was pissed but my wife plucked the two glasses out of my hand, said, "thanks sweetheart," and handed one to Shakal and poured one straight down her own gullet.

"Honey, my shoulders are aching from the bus ride, could you give me a nice sexy rub?" she said and I started my famous massage. My wife sighed, silencing every man on her table, closed her eyes coquettishly and exclaimed, "Wow, amazingâ¦your hands are just amazing manâ¦can't wait to go to the room and get you to relax my legs and feet." Before she could finish an oldish black man, whom I had seen sweeping the toilets responded, "Why should you wait? Here, let me rub your feet right here." With that he picked up my wife's foot and slowly took off her shoes and then socks. He then pulled the jeans up to reveal my wife's sexy calves and started massaging her foot. Just as he moved from the feet to the calves and the knee, he placed her foot between his legs right where his crotch was bulging rather obscenely. I noticed that she slowly started rubbing my wife's foot over his fat erection on the pretext of massaging her legs. But she didn't seem to mind.

It continued for a while till another man â" a younger man â" a Muslim man from Ethiopia, urged the man to let him try too. When the old man â" *********** moved away, the Ethiopian sat down one foot on the chair and one on the floor and slowly he placed my wife's foot between his legs just the same way as the old black janitor had done. The only difference was that the Ethiopian was wearing a traditional robe and because of one foot being on the chair his robe had become like the doorway for my wife's foot to enter his pleasure abode aka his groin. My amused wife pushed her foot deep inside his robe and suddenly her eyes widened as her foot touched something â" most probably the Ethiopian's black cock. All this while there was a steady flow of Champagne to the table and all the junior (only by hierarchy of positions in the company but not by their age) staff were downing flute after flute of frothy mind-numbing bubbly and getting rowdier and louder.

Suddenly the Ethiopian started bucking and his face contorted in weird grimaces. I was about to give him CPR when he bucked one last time and sat straight as if he had lost his mojo. After five minutes he eased up and went to get some food. Grabbing the chance I quickly sat down on his chair. My wife's foot was still there and I gently picked it up and started rubbing it. I was a bit alarmed to see some sticky white stuff all over her sole. And there was so much of the stuff that no matter how much I rubbed it just wouldn't disappear. So I scooped some of the sticky, gluey and mottled stuff and started rubbing it all over her calves and knees too. It had a weird after-sex kind of smell but I sipped my champagne and massaged my wife's feet. Pretty soon my wife decided it was time to go to the room and rest. Just then Shakal whispered something in her ears and she smiled wickedly. She beckoned the Ethiopian, now nursing a big satisfied smile and large champagne in his hand, and asked him something softly. He only whispered back.

I was getting a bit irritated with all this and got up. Just as we were leaving, my wife asked me, "Honey could you help Kofuka here with his luggage to the room, he has a back problem and can't lift heavy weight. Then he also needs some help with a broken radioâ¦you are so good at fixing things aren't you?" Not wanting to be a prude, I nodded yes and followed the whistling Ethiopian to where his luggage was. I heard just as I was picking up Kofuka's really heavy suitcase, "Shall we help you carry your stuff to your room?" and then my wife's laughter, "Do you even need to ask?"

I would have carried my own baggage first but to honor my wife's word, I lugged Kofuka's suitcase and followed him in the lift. Once I had got his luggage in, he asked me to help myself to a large bottle of rice wine as he searched for his broken radio. I immediately got busy with the radio â" it being my passion and hardly noticed when Kofuka took out his robe. He was not wearing a stitch of a cloth underneath⦠man how he survived in such cold weather, I thought, staring at his rather long and uncut black cock. He cleared his throat to indicate that he had caught me staring at his black cock and I blinked in embarrassment.

To my astonishment and cockache the Ethiopian sat down right in front of me and even as tried my best to repair his broken radio, he slowly started wanking his fat black cock. It was impossible to avoid it no matter what I did. The chair I sat on was just adjacent to the bed and he was lying right there, his legs spread wide and his throbbing cock just two feet from me. With shaking hands I continued looking at the radio even though the blurred hand motion kept distracting me. Then he just sort of fell on his back and pulled the blanket over his body in such a way that although his head and torso were covered completely his legs and cock were bare â" the cock jerking on its own and leaking copious amounts of glossy prefuck juice. Soon he started snoring. He must be tired, I thought and openly started staring at his still hard and huge cock.

Kofuka? Kofuka? I called out aloud a few times but he didn't respond. All the free-flowing Champaign must have droned him to ***** I thought and touched his bare, hairy thigh. When he didn't react, I got bold and slowly moved closer to his crotch inhaling his manly musky smell. Then I threw the radio aside and gently guiding his fat black cock towards my mouth as if I was in a trance. The moment his big-mushroom shaped cut cock-head entered my mouth, ***** rushed to my head and I felt like I was on a high. A nasty but intoxicating smell engulfed me as I slowly imitated my wife's blow job skills and sucked the black Ethiopian's magnificent cock. I licked his sweat-encrusted balls till they were shining with my saliva and licked his entire 10-inch long shaft from its flared piss slit to the fat root. Some of his wiry pubic hair got stuck in my teeth but I was like a man possessed. I had to extract his cock juice and ***** it all without spilling a drop and without waking him up. I was so engrossed in my cock-sucking ritual that I didn't even notice when Kofuka clutched my head in a death vice grip and started fucking my mouth like a two-dollar whore's pussy. I was gasping for breath and thought I would black out but nothing like that happened. As my eyes teared up, the ugly Ethiopian plunged his long black cock one last time in my throat and thrust in a hot volcanic eruption which went straight to my gullet. After a full two agonizing moments he released my head and wiped the remnant of thick strands of his black cum on his black bony fingers and fed me. I sucked his fingers clean like a bone licking his bone.

Then he turned his back to me and fell asleep.

I got up and after fixing my sperm-laden face and hair, went up to my room. It took five hard knocks before the door opened. It was not my wife but a red-faced Scandinavian waiter â" not a day older than eighteen - his titanium blond hair striking on his tanned face. His shirt was unbuttoned and a mammoth uncut Scandinavian cock dangled from his fly. He looked flushed and a little afraid but a booming voice gave him much needed confidence. "Come on brother, finish what you have started. He won't mind. Willya buddy?" Jishan smiled at me with a lopsided killer smile, his hand massaging his thick and long black cock slowly. Five other black men including Shakal were in different stages of undress, only common thing being each of them had their big black cock out in the open.

"What's going on here?" I summoned my loudest voice and asked my wife â" blindfolded and sitting on all four, her dress bundled up at her waist, and her hairy pussy quivering in anticipation of something hard and big. I was quite ashamed that rather than sounding authoritative, my voice only came out like a weak, meek puppy whining.

"Don't be a spoil sport, honey," my wife thundered in a voice that spelled anger, "I will lose a bet of $100 so stop and don't be such a prude wimp."

"Bet?"

"Yeah, Jishan and Shakal bet me 100 bucks that I can't guess how long this guy's dick is. I had almost got it right just now and you interrupted. Hey kiddo, come on and let me finish the bet. I am sure I will win this hands down." I kept quiet after all I had just eaten a thick load of fresh cum straight from a black nozzle â" with what face could I stop my wife from winning $100.

Encouraged, the Scandinavian lad stroked his monster white cock to full hardness and positioned himself at my wife's naked rump. First he rubbed his uncut cock head up and down her hairy slutty pussy a few times as if testing waters and then slowly he entered her moist pink pussy. "Ahhhh," my wife moaned in pain as the waiter pumped his entire 10-inches of man meat inside. I had never seen such a giant white cock and sat down on the bed next to my wife so that I could watch it properly. The waiter surprised me when he asked, "Mister, can you hold my shirt up, I can't see if my cock is all in or not." And I was more surprised when I complied with his command lifting his shirt ends from both sides so he could watch his fat cock pump in and out of my wife's meaty pussy.

One of the black man I had no clue about got up on the bed and pulled my wife up between his legs so that her blindfolded head hit his crotch. My wife groped around and caught his humongous uncut black and brought it closer to her mouth. But before engulfing the purple, foreskin-covered cock in her salivating mouth, she said for my benefit, "Oh so you want me to guess how big your cock is using my mouth? Sure, I am game for it but let's bet $100 for it. Okay?"

To which he replied in rather incoherent intonation, "Slut, I got no $100 bills in ma pocket, or I won't be the cleaning the toilet in ma rigâ¦all I got is this two dollar bill, you want it you can haf it." My wife smiled and said, "A bet is a bet - $2 or $100â¦here goes." And with that she gobbled his black dirty cock in her mouth and started sucking like it was a life saving black banana. After suck for about 10 minutes and after the waiter had fucked for 20 minutes, my wife pulled the still hard and still not spent black cock from her mouth and said, "I think, this one in my mouth has got to be at least 6 inches and the one is my cunt got to be at least 5 inches."

"Holly ****, honey," I interrupted as a dutiful husband, "You are gonna lose the bet this way. The black cock in your mouth gotta be surely 10 inches if not more and this white Scandinavian cock in your pussy definitely has to be 11 inches." I heard unison of chuckle from the black men but my wife ignored them. "Are you sure honey, they are as big as you are claiming?"

"I mean I can't be 100% sure but they must be closeâ¦"

"Okay honey bunch, now be a sport and call for a measuring tape from the hotel," she asked me and I quickly dialed the operator. Meanwhile, not wanting to lose their erections, both the black and the Scandinavian cocksâ¦erâ¦I mean guys swapped positions and resumed their cocky assault on my willing wife. I was amazed they hadn't cum stillâ¦I would have cum in five minutes flat. Anyway, just to end all this in a positive outcome, I rushed to the door as I heard a knock but Shakal was faster. I was just going to open the door slightly and take the measuring tape but the nasty black supervisor opened the door completely and invited the shocked but enterprising old black hotel staff in.

Closing the door behind him, Shakal explained to the black old man, "Brother, we are playing a game hereâ¦the whore here is going to guess the size of everybody's cock in the room. But we don't want the husband (and he pointed to me) to play foul to her advantage. Do you some time to help us out?" And I saw he winked at the old black man who smiled and nodded yes. The old man went to my wife and asked the black cock fucking her pussy to pull out. As he pulled out his slime covered fat cock out, the black man frowned and made a face, "I am not going to touch another man's cock," he said flatly disappointing me. "But," he added with a smile, "What I can do is that maybe I can measure how deep her pussy is and then we would know who went in the deepest and that way we will know for sure."

I was confused and repeated the equation in my mind to see how it would work. But by then the old man had pulled his pants down and started rubbing his soft but impressive black cock on my wife's pussy slit. As he reached the desired hardness he plunged in. Although he was thicker than the previous black man's cock the pussy was well lubricated with previous precum and the old man slid in like a black knife in white butter. He fucked her slimy pussy for some time before grunting like an old breeding stud and releasing his potent sperm deep inside my wife's pussy. Then he quickly pulled his pants up, buckled up and left, saying, that his boss would start looking for him.

The black men laughed and I felt infuriated. Without letting the situation slip out of my hands any further I stepped forward, picked up the measuring tape and asked the Scandinavian waiter and the black man to stand on the bed. I then sat down at their feet and measured their cocks one by one from the fat roots to the broad-flared heads covered with white froth from my wife's over worked pussy. I was in a dilemma as they were almost same length and thickness at 10-inches and seven inches.

Jishan came to my aid by walking just next to me â" his massive black cock dangling invitingly in my face. He said to my wife, "Okay, enough of this stupid bet. Let's change itâ¦now we will see who you can make cum faster. So each cock with fuck you for five minutes and the last guy to cum in your pussy will give you $100." With that he pulled the waiter off my wife's pussy (with great difficulty as the fat Scandinavian cock was jammed tight in her pussy) and pulled my wife off the bed. He then abruptly laid her on her back on the carpet and unceremoniously started copulating with her. Like him, all other blacks had taken off their clothes completely and were slowly huddling together around Jishan. After Jishan fucked my wife for five minutes another man, the owner of the ugliest black cock I have ever seen, wiped my wife's sloppy wet pussy with the tablecloth and plunged his jet black nine-inch long and nine-inch wide cock in her pussy. He was fucking her with an intensity that made me think that he would win but he didn't and reluctantly pulled out his massive mancock when the third guy tapped him after five minutes.

I was sitting down on the floor, holding my wife's head in my lap as black cock after black cock pounded their lusty fury in my wife's cum- and-cock hungry meaty pussy. The Scandinavian waiter was feeling left out and standing next to me stroking his salami cock slowly. Then his walkie-talkie erupted in a loud call. It was his boss asking him to check another room. The waiter looked so sad not having cum that I had pity on him and shocked him by starting sucking his impressive pale cock. His bleached blond pubic hair looked delicious and I surprised myself by taking every single inch of his 10-inches meat in my mouth. Undisturbed by the blacks who were busy burying their cocks in my wife's cunt, I pleasured my 18-year-old man to my heart's content and just as I pushed a finger in his rosebud asshole, he jerked wildly like a cuming donkey and erupted a thick load of ropey sperm in my mouth. Oh the sweet taste of the virgin sperm of a young virile boy! I smacked my lips and swallowed every single drop.

As he pulled his pants up and ran off to see to his job, I threw all caution to the wind and slowly creeped in between the tree trunk legs of Shakal who was fucking my wife nowâ¦slowly lying low, I snaked my tongue out and licked his black sperm-laden hairy black balls and slowly started rimming his black anus. Oh, currents of electricity ran down my spine as I tasted his musky ass-ring. And I think my tongue did its magic on his ****hole and he ************* became the first man to cum in my wife's pussy (after the bet was changed that is). His ass-ring opened up and my tongue slipped in accidentally, savoring some of his black **** but I was madly in lust of the black body and continued sucking his black skin . I felt every single spurt from his balls like a wild tsunami of sperm hitting my wife's wombâ¦and my wife crumbled under Shakal, immersed in her own earth-shattering orgasm.

This must have been the start of a chain reaction, because immediately, Shakal was replaced by another quivering angry black cock which fucked my wife relentlessly for three minutes and came deep inside. And then another and then another. Till only Jishan was left with a super load of cum boiling in his big black hairy balls. He bent down but instead of fucking my wife and adding his load in the sloppy cunt, he pushed my head down to her battered and cock-beaten pussy. And I started lapping her cream-pied cunt like a happy dog. Once I had licked her clean, Jishan made me suck his black "master" cock till he was rock hard again and then he started a ****** assault of my wife spanking clean pussy.

He fucked her like a mad man, hell bent on impregnating her with his illegitimate black seed as his friend cheered him on verbally and I cheered him by lapping his free-flowing musky sweat straight from his hairy balls and ass-crack. Like Shakal, as I started rimming his crusty ****-hole, he lost all his control over his cock and balls and came like a breeding bull deep inside my cow-wife's pussy in heat. He collapsed all over her for ten minutes and slowly snaked his purple tongue in her mouth in a deep French kiss like a lover. And I almost had tears in my eyes watching their passionate union.

Anyway, soon one by one all other blacks filed out leaving just me, my wife and Jishan. Once we were alone, Jishan told me that from that day my wife was his mistress and he would fuck her when he wanted and with all his friends. He also told me that I was welcome to fuck her but she would decide whether she wanted me to fuck her or not. "And," he added, "I am sure she is going to be pregnant sooner or later, while she is unable to service me and my friends, you have to be our cock- whoreâ¦" I understood completely and sat down at their feet slowly nibbling at his flaccid but still 9-inches cock as it slowly started coming back to lifeâ¦to fuck my wife.

The end.

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I'm a 46 year old happily married man, at least almost happily married, you see I have a problem. It seems that after my wife turned 40 she lost interest in sex. I think the main reason for our lack of sex is due to my small cock size. At just 4 inches fully hard I can't give her the satisfaction she desires.

I love her dearly but after a few years of this I decided to do something about my lack of sex at home. I had always fantasized about giving a blow job and servicing other married guys that weren't getting oral pleasure at home. So, I decided it was time to turn this fantasy into a reality.



I started researching on the net and found several places where I could meet other married men like myself. I decided to take the plunge and ran an ad. It basically said I was a married man looking to service other married men, specifically looking for a dominant guy with a cock bigger than mine.

After a couple of days I got 10 responses. I sifted through all the emails and sent out responses. A few more days went by and I only got a couple of responses back. You'd be surprised how many people respond to ads but really aren't interested at all. After about a month of exchanging emails I was down to one guy, Dave was his name and he seemed to have potential. Below is some of our emails.

John, I saw your ad and am interested. MWM, 48, 7inches. Looking for someone to service me on a regular basis. Not interested in a relationship, just want to find someone to worship my cock and suck me on a regular basis. If you get into cross dressing that would be a plus but not required. Tell me more about yourself. Dave

Dave, I'm a MWM, 46 and just 4 inches. Submissive whose always had a desire to service other men. Sex with the wife has pretty well gone south, so I'm looking to explore my fantasies. Wife doesn't know so would have to be discrete. This is my first attempt at finding someone so I don't have a lot of experience. Hope you don't mind. Also as a matter of fact I do enjoy wearing women underwear. John.

John, Don't mind at all. Like the idea of instructing you on how to care of my cock. What else have you fantasised about besides sucking cock? Maybe we can meet for ***** and see if we click. Dave

Dave, I love to fantasise about being cuckolded by a well endowed man. A big fan of interracial porn. Also love the idea if becoming a pussy slave to a large breasted older women.

In this final email I also made arrangements where we could meet. We set up a time, I gave him a description of myself and clothes I'd be wearing, and he did the same.

Saturday rolled around and I was really nervous, but I decided it was now or never. I walked to the pub where we'd arranged to meet. I went into the pub where I had arranged to meet Dave. I was about 10 minutes early, the waiting was driving me crazy and my stomach was churning over and over. All the while my little cock rock hard in anticipation of the meeting that was about to take place.

At the appointed time, I saw a man walk in at the far end of the pub meeting the description of Dave. He walked up beside me and I almost fainted. It was Dave Williams a manager in the place that I worked.

At work Mr Williams always ignored me, in his eyes I was a nobody unworthy of acknowledgment. Now here he was stood next to me. I could hardly look him in the eye, my mind filled with dread at the prospect of sucking his cock.

"Are you here to meet me", barked Dave in a deep manly voice.

"Yes Sir" I stammered, somewhat ashamed that one of my bosses knew all about my secret fantasises.

"So you're the little sissy that wants to suck my cock", he sniggered.

Again I answered "Yes Sir". My use of the word "Sir" somehow confirming my inferiority to Mr Williams

"Good boy, if I'd known about you sooner I'd have done this ages ago.", he roared.

We spent the next hour *****ing by the bar, my face flushed with red virtually the whole time. Dave kept asking me loads of personal questions all the while. In particular he kept asking me questions about my wife Melanie. What she was like in bed, did she shave her pussy, etc. Strangely I was enjoying the *********** of it all, not to mention the fact that my cock was hard the whole time.

After my third ***** Dave told me to ***** up and that we were to go back to his place. He said that his wife and 2 ********* were out for the rest of the day, and that we wouldn't be disturbed. The journey took about 15 minuets. As we drove Dave told me that his wife didn't like sucking his cock, and that he was really looking forward to having me suck his cock.

When we arrived at his house, we both went in. We made our way into his living room. Dave sat on the sofa, and gestured for me to sit on the floor by his feet.

"So how long have you been doing this and what exactly are you into?," he said as he made himself comfortable in his easy chair.

Looking up at him I replied, "Well, I haven't really haven't been into anything yet. I haven't sucked anyone off, I've never been with a man, but have always had the desire to get my hands on another guys cock and suck it. I can't explain it, but the desire has always been there. I guess it's because I don't see my self as a real man because my cock is so tiny. Even when me and my wife are watching a porn, and the girl is sucking he guy, sometimes I imagine it's me giving the blow job", I answered submissively.

"Hmmm, sounds interesting," Dave said. With that he began to undo his trousers freeing his cock from within the confines of his pants. All I could do was look on and gulp as his cock came into view. For most of my adult life I had fantasized about this moment and it was finally coming true. In it's soft flaccid state it was much longer and thicker than mine. Dave told me not to be afraid, and to touch his dick.

I reached up with my right hand and took hold Dave's cock around the base and started to stroke it. With my left hand I cradled his big balls and started to massage them. His cock started to grow in my hand the more I stroked it. When fully it was fully erect it looked massive, much thicker than mine and about twice the length.

I bet I've jacked off 10,000 times in the last 30 years and never really paid attention to how it felt to hold my dick. But now with Dave's dick in my hand it felt so good. It's large size was mesmerizing. I'd didn't feel like a man at all, in fact I felt more like a 14 year old schoolgirl.

I sat up a little and leaned forward, taking in the manly scent of his crotch. I rubbed the cock head against my lips, then around them. I took a deep breath and licked the tip, it tasted so manly. I opened my mouth and gently sucked on the head of his cock swirling my tongue on the underside.

Dave said, "That was good start, but no sense in rushing things, My wife is going to be gone all day so we'll have plenty of time to talk and play. You mentioned in one your emails that you like to dress in women's clothes. What do you like to wear?"

I replied, "Well I've never dressed for anybody other than myself. But when my wife Melanie is out and I get in the right mood I have some stockings and suspenders that I like wear. I love the feel of the nylon against my skin and when I jerk off I have a pretty intense orgasm. But, I have to be in the right mood."

Dave said, "I'd really like to see you dressed up. Would mind doing that for me."

"It's kind of embarrassing but I guess so." Dave told me his wife had some kinky underwear in her bottom draw. He lead me upstairs and showed me the draw. "Put on whatever you like", he grinned, making his way back downstairs leaving me alone with his wife's underwear at my disposal.

I rummaged through the draw and selected a lacy black suspender belt with matching stockings and knickers. I took off all my clothes and put on the items. My tiny cock was throbbing inside the silky knickers, everything felt really good but I was so nervous.

Slowly I made my way back downstairs and into the living room. Dave was now sat on the sofa again watching a porn film where a black man was being sucked off by a young white girl.

"Well come here and let me look at you", he barked. I was instructed to twirl around for him. He Laughing out load, "No wonder you like to dress up and want to suck cock. Your dick is about the size of a clit."

I was so embarrassed, I pulled up my panties to hide myself. "How does it feel to dress like a sissy for a real man. Does it turn you on sissy", Dave said.

My mind was really starting to spin but I managed to get out a, "Yes Sir." I was so turned I though my heart was going to burst out of my chest and my little cock was starting to tent my panties.

As he reached forward and began to rub my suspenders straps leg he said, "Would that be your ultimate fantasy, to turn yourself over to another man to be his sex toy. Is that it?"

"I've thought about it and jerked off to it on more than one occasion," I said. His hand rubbing my leg through the stockings was really turning my on. The front of my panties was starting to get wet from my oozing pre-cum.

"Why don't you get on your knees and stroke me a little while we talk."

I knelt down and took his cock in my hand and started playing with it.

"Have you ever thought about dressing totally as a woman, with make up and stuff?"

"I've thought about it but I know I'm not passable so I just get off on wearing the sexy underwear." I leaned forward and gave his cock a nice wet kiss. His pre-cum was starting to flow too. After a few minutes he grabbed my head and shoved his cock right in my mouth. "Suck me whilst I watch this film", he ordered.

I would have liked to have watched the film myself for a while, but it was clear all this was about his pleasure and not mine. In fact it was at this point that he ordered me that under no circumstance was I allowed to touch my own cock. To use his words he now "owned my cock".

I was now sucking for all I was worth, his cock felt enormous inside my mouth. It felt so humiliating worshiping another man's big dick as he watched a porn film. Dave was calling me a "slut" all the while, asking me what I thought my wife Melanie would make of me if she could see me now. I could of course not answer, I guess it would be rude to talk with his cock in my mouth.

For about 10 minuets or so I slurped away until I felt his cock begin to throb. Finally he exploded inside my mouth sending copious amounts of thick creamy spunk everywhere. I swallowed as much as I could, but some still ended up dribbling down my chin and onto my chest.

"Wow, that wasn't bad," he said, "but you could use a little more practice."

I sucked him twice more that day, and not once was a allowed to touch my own dick.

The second time I sucked him he made sure I swallowed the lot. The final time he went for the opposite, shooting his load all over my face and hair. He told me he was "marking his territory".

Finally it was time to go, I took of my sissy undies and got dressed. One thing Dave wouldn't let me do was wash his spunk off my face. It took me almost an hour to walk home, I could still taste his cum all the time. When I eventually got home Melanie was in bed. I sat down stairs in the dark for about an hour, and during that time I shot my load 4 times as I recalled the days events. In the space of just a few hours Mr Williams had turned me into a sissy cum slut.

Several days later in my secret email account I got a message from Dave. It simply read, Need my cock sucked, wife and ********* are going out tonight. I'll give you a call.

I responded back that I wasn't sure I could make it. In days since I'd first sucked Dave's cock I'd began to regret what I'd done and wasn't sure if I wanted to meet him again.

Several hours later I got a response back from Dave. When I ask you come over, I expect you to come, see photo attachments.

I opened at the first attachment and it was a picture of me with his big cock in my mouth. The next was a picture of me wearing his wife's stockings and suspenders. I could only imagine he must have had a hidden camera taking pictures of me.

I guess I have two choices, either be his personal cock sucker or let the whole world know including my wife that I was a closet sissy wimp. The more I thought about it the more I knew I had only one choice, if he called I have to would go.

About 7 o'clock the phone rang and Melanie answered it. She talked for several minutes so I thought was one of her friends, that is until she walked up and handed me the phone. She mouthed the word Dave.

"Hello", I mumbled numerously.

"Hi, there sissy boy. I told your lovely wife I'm your boss from work and that I have some papers I want to show you. She sounds really nice, hopefully I'll get to meet her soon", Dave said.

I of course new therew as no paper work to see, he just wanted his cock sucked.

"Yes ok, I'll be there in 10 minutes," I said as I hung up.

"I'll be back in a few hours", I told Mel. Adding that Dave was my new boss and that he was quite demanding. Well in a way I was sort of telling the truth.

Filled with mixed emotions of excitement and dread I drove to Dave's house. Once there I knocked on the door and Dave answered it. Dave was standing there completely naked, his cock already rock hard.

"Come in slut, get in here and suck my cock.", he yelled.

I followed him into the living room where he plopped himself down in his arm chair and spread his legs. I kneeled down between his legs and took his cock between my lips.

"OOOOhhhh, yeah. Suck my cock slut. Just think, your lovely little wife Melanie is all alone at home while your over here with my cock in your mouth.", he chuckled.

My mouth and tongue worked the head of his cock, and with my left hand I cradled his nut sack and started gently squeezing them.

"Your getting much better. So does your wife ever suck your cock?", he enquired.

"We used to, but not anymore", I replied as I liked down his shaft to his balls and back up the head again. I sucked the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around the edge, paying particular attention to the underside.

"Well maybe that's because she needs a real man, not a sissy cock sucker like you."

I stopped sucking and looked up at him, while I stroked his cock. I had an idea where this was going. I'd told Dave all about my cuckold fantasises in our emails. He knew the thought of another man fucking my wife while I watched had been a turn on for years and I was becoming very aroused.

I decided not to answer him and went back to work on his cock. I could tell he was getting close, his pre cum was really flowing now.

"I could fuck your wife. And, if you were real good I might let you suck my cum out of her well fucked pussy. How would you like that?", he said.

"I would like that very much Sir, but sadly my wife isn't into any of this" I replied.

"OK, but I bet she'd like a real man to fuck her, wouldn't she.", purred Dave, as I sucked on his cock hard.

"Yes Sir", I mumbled submissive.

With that he grabbed my head and pulled it back on his dick. With him holding my head he started fucking my mouth. Slowly at first and then started to build speed. Just before he shot his load down my throat, he stopped pumping and as I held open my mouth he held the tip of on my tongue so he could watch his come shoot into my mouth. I could feel it swell as each shot of his hot cum hit my tongue. I swallowed that thick creamy goo and it tasted wonderful.

When he finished I suck him into my mouth again to completely drain all the cum from his spent cock. When I was sure he was empty and I leaned back and said, "It's getting late Mel will be wondering where I am.

It was 3 days later that I heard from Dave next. He called me to his office at work and told me that his wife June was holding a dinner party on Saturday evening and that he wanted me and Mel to attend. I was really nervous about my wife being in the company of a man who's cock I had now sucked several times. I tried to make various excuses as to why Mel couldn't be there. But Dave was having none of it, he made it clear he wanted Mel there. He also told me he wanted her dressed "sluttishly". My reply was a humble "Yes Sir". Dave was delighted, and made me suck his cock before I left.

One last thing he did before I left was to give me one of his wife's suspender- belt's, complete with stockings. They were white in colour, with tiny red bows on the suspenders. "I want you wearing these under your trousers, he barked assertively"

Saturday arrived and I made sure Mel was dressed rather tartish. It took a little coaxing, but I got her to wear her little black dress, complete with 4 inch high heels. She even wore her stockings and suspenders hidden underneath. Little did she know I was also clad in suspenders, what a pair of little tarts we made.

Entering Dave's house he introduced myself and Melanie to his wife June. His wife June was an attractive woman, smartly dressed with very large breasts. She was quite tall as well, with long legs. It was all a bit embarrassing as June looked down upon my sluttishly dressed wife and whispered under her breath "Cheap tart". With that Dave informed me that he had something to show me upstairs whilst the "Girls" got to know each other better.

The something he had to show me was of course his cock. I sucked him off in his bedroom whist my wife and his were down stairs. "Oh yeah, pussyboy, suck that cock. I'm going to shoot my load all over your face," Dave moaned.

With my right hand massaging his nuts and his cock sliding in and out of my mouth it didn't take long before I felt his big hand on the back of my head. He held my head stationary as he started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. Suddenly I felt his cock grow larger, he stopped moving, whipped out his cock and started squirting his seed all over my face and hair. I continued to milk his cock with my lips until he was soft again. Next he told me not to wipe it off. It was highly embarrassing but it looked like I'd have to spend the rest of the evening with his spunk dried all over my face. Making my way down stairs I was wondering how I could possibly explain the spunk stains all over my face. As it turned out, there would be no need to explain.

Apparently whist me and Dave had been upstairs June had been showing my wife all the photos that Dave had took of me sucking his cock. As her husbands face was not visible in any of the pictures, she informed me wife that if they were made public all of the shame would be on me.

My wife had been stunned, but was only to aware that we both faced ridicule and *********** if they became pubic. June had left her in no doubts if she didn't do exactly as she said then that is what happen.

Whist I'd been upstairs sucking Dave's cock. June had made my wife strip down to just her stockings and suspends, plus her high heels. She'd removed her own knickers and was now making my sobbing wife lick her big hairy cunt out.

When I walked through the door I saw everything. My wife tried to brake away from her task and explain but June stopped her. My wife was ****** to continue with her "work" as June explained everything to me. Apparently she and Dave had been in with it all from the start. Because of my actions myself and my wife now found ourselves as sex slaves toth is pair. Still stood in the doorway I could only look on as Dave began to undo his trousers and freed his cock from the confines of his pants. Already hard again he made his way to where Mel was knelt and began to rub his bell end up and down her pussy slit. Turning towards me Dave ordered me to strip down to just my stockings and suspenders. Clearly this had all been part of Dave and June's plan to have us both dressed in suspenders.

Dave made sure I could see everything as he slid his fat cock inside my wife. I could only stand there biting my lip as he began to fuck her. He was pumping her really hard from the onset. He looked at me and asked, "Are you enjoying watching the woman you love being taken by a real Man". The truth was that I was enjoying it, and I told him so".

My wife all the while was continuing to pay homage to Mary's now sopping wet pussy and Dave shafted her from behind. Mel was now moaning slightly, her cries becoming more audible with each stroke. She was being taken by a real man for the first time in her life. 20 years of my pencil dick had left her so unfulfilled. Like myself only a few days earlier she was becoming a slut to Dave's cock.

For a good 10 minuets Dave fucked her, I could only admire his stamina. Eventually he came, filling my wife's now stretched love tunnel with his thick cream. Plopping his manly tool from inside her, I almost instinctively knew what I had to do next. Without even being told a word I lay down between my wife's swollen pussy lips and began to lick her out. "That's a good boy, clean it all up", Dave mockingly laughed. He also took the opportunity to tell me that from now on that would be the closest I ever got to my wife's cunt. Soon after June also came exploding her fanny juices all over my wife's face. All the while she was calling Mel a slut and a whore, informing her that from now on she owned her arse. I saw for myself what June meant by this a few minuets latter when she flung my wife over her knee and soundly spanked her backside. Mel was sobbing all the time, begging June to leave her alone. Dave was telling her that she was now his and June's slave. My wife kept on replying that there was no way this would happen. This only had the effect that June began to hit her bum even harder, clearly my wife was in for a hard time.

As this painful assault was taking place my mouth was put to good use cleaning Dave's cock. It was such a turn on s I could taste my wife's love juices all over his cock. When I'd done I thanked Dave for fucking my wife and turning her into his slut. Mel looked over at me in shock and disgust. She'd been well fucked by Dave and made to lick June's pussy, but clearly she wasn't under the same control as myself, YET.

Later that evening after I'd watched Dave fuck my wife once more and I'd licked out Mary's hungry cunt, I was instructed to go home. Mel was to remain with Dave and Mary for the next 48 hours. Dave told he and June would using that time to "Train" my wife and make her more submissive.

The next 2 days seemed like a life sentence. All day long I walked around in a trance, and couldn't ***** a wink at night. I could only imagine what they were doing to Mel. How many times had Dave fucked her I wondered, and how any times had she licked out June. Finally the 2 days came to an end and I received a phone call from Dave to come to his house. Mel answered the door when I got there, she was dressed as a French maid. Entering the house I was lead to the living room where I discovered both Dave and June in various states of undress. June's pussy was on full display, and so was Dave's big cock. My wife walked over to where June was sat, and took her place between her legs. I followed her and knelt between Dave's legs, taking his stiff cock in my mouth. It felt fantastic to have his throbbing member between my lips again, almost a privilege.

I sucked away on Dave's cock for almost an hour, he came 3 times, such was his stamina. As I sucked him he told me that my wife had agreed to become his and June's full time slave. By the time he came the first time, I to was begging to be owned by this horny couple.

It was all agreed myself and my wife would move in full time with our new master and mistress. We were both to be dressed as French maids 24/7. My wife would be exclusively fucked by Dave. I would become his personal cocksucker, and tongue slave to June's pussy.

I was also placed in a cock cage 24/7, and in time to prevent my constant desire to play with my cock eventually castrated. In some ways having my balls cut off was a blessing as I could now devote my time to my masters cock full time.

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First of all Id like to begin by giving some background information on the various members of my family. Firstly there's me probably best described as a poorly endowed wimp. There's my 39 year old wife Sheila, her 59 year old ****** Ann, and completing the trio of females that live in my house my 19 year old ******** Pam. Finally last but not least there's my 18 year old *** Robert, who's small in stature like me, and can sometimes by a bit unruly.

My story begins in earnest some 2 years ago when Ann who's a widow began dating black guys. At first I wasn't particularly happy about this, every weekend she seemed to bring a different guy home, and inevitably they were young enough to be her ***, and sometimes her grand ***. Gradually over time I grew accustom to having these young black men in our house. They all seemed to be so assertive, so manly; I don't think I could have stood up to them even if Id wanted to. At night my wife and I would lay in bed listening to her ****** being fucked half to death in the room next to ours, her lustful cries echoing into the small hours.

Looking back I suppose it was inevitably that my Wife and ******** would follow in Ann's footsteps. In fact by the time the pair of them got blacked, Id become so submissive that I actually thanked the black guy who'd took my ********s sweet virginity.

In just over a year so much had changed, I was no longer the man of my own house. I now slept on the landing at night, dressed in a baby doll nightly complete with stockings and suspenders. Throughout the night I was at the beck and call of Mistress Ann, Sheila and Pam, my only nightly role as their obedient pussy cleaner.

During the day I was attired in a tiny French Maids costume, corset, stockings, and 5" high heels. I did all the housework as my wife, ******-in-law and ******** lived a life of luxury. By now all 3 women had regular black boyfriends, in addition to the droves of other black men who came to call whenever it took their fancy. Sheila's and Ann's boyfriends were called Wayne and Leroy, as strapping pair in their mid twenties, whereas my ********s lover was an older man in his 40's called Tony.

Whereas by now Id learnt my place as servant to the superior black race, sadly there was one member of my family who hadn't, my insolent *** Robert. Id tried to explain to him that black men were our betters and that he should show them the respect that they deserved, but he would have none of it. In fact he now held me in such low regard that Id allowed the black men to take over the house, that he even refused to talk to me at all Ann, Sheila, and Pam decided that there as only one thing for it Wayne, Leroy, and Tony would have to take him in hand and teach him some respect.

To put it frankly the thought of my 18 year old *** being dominated by 3 assertive black men turned me on no end. Id always loved *********** and the thought of my own *** being put in his place, with myself not being able to a thing to prevent it was an enormous turn on.

It all began on Sunday afternoon when Shelia informed him that his constant rudeness towards the black men was going to be put to right. At first he went into a silent sulk and refused to cooperate in any way, this quickly changed after a hard slap each off the 3 black men. Like a scolded schoolboy he was frogmarched upstairs by his ****** and Gran, I myself had no idea what lay in store for my ***, but one thing was for sure you could bet it was going to be something extremely humiliating.

Much to my frustration that afternoon I was to spend most of my time preparing a meal for all in the kitchen. I wanted to watch the action more than anything, thank god I was having to serve ****** every 10 minuets or so, or otherwise id have missed everything.

My first glimpse of what was going on occurred about 5 minuets after Robert had been brought back down, there'd been loud applause when Sheila and Ann had led him in, what they'd done to him was driving my out of my mind. Entering the room where everyone was gathered with a ****** tray in hand, I was delighted to discover the handy work of my Wife and her Mom. There in the middle of the room stood my poor ***, his face red with same, dressed only in a pair of black stockings and suspenders and a pair of matching high heels. Around his neck was attached a dogs collar and lead which was being held by his Grand******, with his hands secured behind his back my a set of handcuffs.

Id never seen my *** looking so ashamed, but what really caught my eye was the size of his cock. Since before Id entered the room I guess Ann must have been playing with it, her hand was still tickling his balls in fact. No more then 4 inches it must have been standing to attention for all to see, like ****** like *** it guess.

The next time I got to see what was happening was about 15 minuets latter, again it was time for fresh ******, and I was pleased to find that things had moved on. Robert was now on his knees between Tony's thighs sucking upon his fat black monster cock. Looking up at me as I entered the room his face looked a picture as he paid homage to Tony's 10 inch dick. Luckily for me I'd come at the right time as Tony was just about to cum, spewing copious amounts of his spunk all over my ***'s blushing face.

On my next visit I discovered my *** performing the same task on Wayne's big dick only this time with added pleasure of Leroy kneeling behind him with his cock shafting his bum. To be honest I did feel a little jealous at the attention that Robert was getting.

For the next 3 hours I continued to get glimpses of what was going on, Robert was fucked by all 3 men several times and was ****** to suck cock after cock. Inanition to this he was made to lick out all 3 women, and was spanked by all. One thing was for sure life would never be the same for my *** ever again.

The following day Roberts new life began in earnest. Much to my delight Sheila informed me that I would become Robert's per***al instructor.

After the previous day's cock sucking session Robert had come to realize that black men were indeed his superiors, somehow he'd changed, he was no longer the rebellious teenager that he'd once been, but a submissive little white boy like his dad.

My first task was to decide what Robert would wear, to me it seemed pointless dressing him in a Maids costume like myself, that's when I hit on the idea of making him wear his sisters old school uniform. My ******** Ann who was about the same height as her brother loved to wear her pinafore quite short, still though a few inches would have to come off its length. What a picture Robert made when id finished with him, his pinafore was so short you could almost see his panties, and stockings and suspenders that he also wore made him look like a right little slut.

Pamela, Shelia, and Ann were delighted when they saw the results of my handy work. Robert was blushing like a beetroot as his sister, ****** and gran sniggered and laughed as they looked him up and down. Wayne, Leroy, and Tony on the other hand didn't just look him up and down, within seconds of seeing him dressed like that his panties had been ripped off, he'd been bent over and was taking a length of black cock. All 3 fucked him in turn, Tony first followed by Wayne and Leroy. God they were rough with him, my *** was squealing like a pig by the time they'd finished with him.

For the rest of that day I continued Robert's training I showed him how to hand wash the women's panties, this was a task to be his from now on, a task he'd have to do well as the ladies panties were always stained with quite a lot of spunk. Also I showed my *** how to polish his black masters boots, this again had o be done to perfection as the black men expected you to lick their boots throughout the day. That night it was decided that I would continue as my wife's pussy licker, with my *** taking on the duties for his sister and gran. As it was Ann got fucked by all 3 black men and 5 more of their mates that night so poor Robert got to clean up loads of tasty cum. Pam's pussy took less of as pounding, as only Tony fucked her, although he did it 3 times.

The following Ann decided that she was punish Robert with her cane. He hadn't actually done anything but thought it would be good for him to see what he'd get if he ever did anything wrong. He was bent over panties around his ankles and received a dozen of the best, and if that wasn't enough he was then spanked in turn by his ******, sister and gran. Finally completing his ordeal Tony, Wayne and Leroy gave him a good hammering, leaving him crying on the floor.

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HOW MY FRIEND STOLE MY WIFE AND ********

My name is Rob and I am 40 year old typical average man, I have my own house, married to a beautiful wife and have an equally beautiful teenage ********. This is a story about what happened one fateful night to both of them and how it nearly destroyed my life.

It was Friday night and I was having my monthly poker game tonight with several of my buddies. We were all typical middle married guys all except for Frank. Frank was almost 50 years old and a friend from work, he never married and preferred to just live the bachelor life. We had a well known reputation with the ladies and equally interesting stories to go along with them. My other friends however were just happy to get away from their wives for the night.

That's where I differed as well, my wife was gorgeous sexy women who at 35 years old still had an amazing body and more importantly still had her youthful look compared to some of my buddies wives who had already started to let themselves go. I always enjoyed her company so there was no need for me to escape her for the night.

The night started off like any other, we were sitting around my poker table in the basement playing, ******** and watching some NHL hockey that was on the TV. My wife would come down every once in a while and bring us some beers. I could tell all my friends were looking her up and down and "eye humping" her, she was after all wearing a tank top with no bra on so you could clearly make out her perky nipples from her large C cup breasts.

My wife was also ******** except not beer, she usually only ****** rum and cokes and was already on to her third or forth *****. I could tell she was getting friendlier with my buddies flirty chit-chat where as before she just kind of ignored it. Frank was trying to flirt with her the most commenting on her breasts, ass and figure. My wife just kind of laughed it off, I was getting a little pissed off at him but didn't say anything.

It was starting to get late, we were all ***** by this point and our poker game was slowing down. My 14 year old ******** Julie came downstairs at one point and gave me a kiss good night. I could see Frank eyeing her up and down, looking at her still growing petite tits, what a perv I thought. Frank then commented to my ******** how cute she looks saying she was turning into a little hottie. Julie just laughed and called him a dirty old man.

My ******** and wife then said they were going to head to ***** and my wife winked at me and told me not to keep her waiting too long.

Before we called it a night however the guys still wanted to play a few more hands and we all had another two beers. Almost another hour had passed before we all finally decided to call it a night. Most of my friends left and just walked home since they all lived within a few blocks from my house. Frank lived further away and had driven here, he asked if he could ***** on the couch or something.

I told him he could ***** off his *****enness in our spare bedroom upstairs this was across from my ********'s room. He said thanks and asked where the bathroom was, he had to take a wicked piss. I told Frank to use the washroom upstairs beside my bedroom because it looks like some one puked all over the downstairs one. He stumbled and staggered upstairs.

I on the other hand had to stay behind and clean up some of this mess we made down here all night long. I had to clean up the washroom here otherwise the entire basement is going to smell nasty in the morning, I also cleaned up all the beer bottles and chips and food left around. I was fairly ***** myself at this point so it took me about 15-20 minutes.

Unknown to me at the time, Frank had made his way upstairs and found the bathroom with ease. He walked in, relived himself and then proceed to look for the guestroom however something caught his eye. The glow from the bathroom light allowed him to see faintly into what he assumed was his friend's bedroom. He could see my wife's naked form in the soft light.

Frank was too ***** and too curious to turn down an invitation like this, all he saw was a naked women laying there with her legs spread open in an inviting way. In the back of his mind he knew it was my wife but being a ladies man he was too much in the habit of going to bed with a women at the end of a night of ********, he was so ***** that this seemed no different then any other night to him. In his head he just thought as usual that this woman was waiting naked for him.

He walked in slowly and stripped down naked, he was already getting hard just looking at her. He sat down in the bed with her and started to feel up her body and fondle her ample breasts. My wife was breathing heavily in a deep ***** already, she had too much ******* earlier and had fallen a***** waiting for her husband to come to bed. Frank wasting no time started fingering her, she was already a little bit moist down there so in no time after a little bit of fingering she was getting extremely wet.

When he believed she was ready he climbed up between her and lined up his large hard cock at her warm entrance. He toyed with the tip of his cock on her clit for a minute and my wife started to moan yet she was still a***** or passed out from her ********.

Frank was now ready himself and started to slide his long hard cock into my wife's pussy. It slipped in slow at first but as he thrust harder the full length of his shaft sunk down into as deep as possible hitting her cervix. Frank then began to slowly thrust in and out of my wife while grabbing and squeezing her tits. My wife was now starting to moan fairly loud, she always was a loud one during sex, not fake loud but was actually authentically loud during our love making.

It was around this point that I had finished cleaning up downstairs and had made my way upstairs. I first checked the guestroom to see if Frank made it but he was no where to be seen. I then checked on my ******** and she was fast a***** in her room. Then finally as I got closer to my bedroom I heard loud moaning, my wife's loud moaning. I got butterflies in my stomach as I inched closer to the doorway. What I saw shocked me, I could see my friend Frank naked on my marital bed fucking away at my wife.

I was in shock and frozen unable to move or do anything. As my eyes adjusted better to the low light I could see my wife was a***** or passed out but was reacting instinctively to Frank's assault on her body. Frank was plowing into her fairly hard but still at a good pace, my wife was moaning loud and the bed was shaking and making a lot of noise.

I could now tell that Frank was getting close to cumming, yet I was still in shock just standing still at the doorway like an idiot. I should have just ran over there and pulled him off because unknown to Frank she wasn't on any birth control, normally we just relied on using condoms. I couldn't budge though, I continued to be amazed and shocked at the sight before me, I couldn't believe my friend Frank was fucking my beautiful wife.

Frank had almost reached his point of no return, he threw my wife's legs over his shoulders and started pounding into her as hard as he could. From this angle I could see his large cock pistoning in and out of her extremely fast. His cock was way larger then mine, I have somewhat of an average size, not small but not large either. Frank's cock on the other hand was definitely filling my wife both length and width wise like never before. I could now hear Frank start to groan loudly and freeze in her with his cock fully implanted in her cunt. I knew then that he was ejaculating his sperm into my fertile wife.

After Frank was finished he collapsed on to her for a minute or two before rolling over on to his stomach beside her. It was then I could see all of Frank's cum oozing out of her pussy. I started to come back to my senses and walked over finally. I threw some of the bed covers over my wife and started to tap Frank who had already dozed off to *****. He was startled and confused a little, I played stupid like I didn't know what just happened and told him he went to ***** in the wrong bedroom and to go to the guest bedroom down the hall.

Frank had thought he was caught he knew he was naked in his friends bed with his naked wife, he sort of expected his ass to be kicked but it seemed like his friend didn't know he just fucked her so he played stupid as well and said "oh sorry man, guess I was too ***** and not paying attention". He got up picked up his clothes and walked out naked breathing a sigh of relief.

After I heard him walk down the hall, I closed the bedroom door and pulled the covers off my wife to inspect what he did to her. I could see cum still following out of her pussy, her pussy was also stretched open a lot. All that rough hard fucking with a long wide dick had really stretched her pussy a lot. I decided not to clean her up, there was simply no point, Frank had already dumped a huge amount of cum into her and she could already be pregnant.

Strangely watching Frank fuck my wife I realized I had become very hard and was still maintaining that hard on. I was hesitant to have sex with my wife now though, I have never had sloppy seconds in my life but here I was thinking about it. I decided I was too horny and would fuck her anyway despite Frank just cumming in her a few minutes ago.

My wife was still passed out or *****ing and seemed oblivious to anything going on. I left her on her back and lined up my cock to her freshly fucked pussy. I pushed in and it was easy going since she was so wet with Frank's cum. Immediately I noticed how loose she felt, I could hardly get any feeling from her, Frank had stretch her pussy so much that my now averaged sized dick wasn't enough for her cunt. I tried to continue fucking her but it was too sloppy and I wasn't getting enough feeling. Instead I just pulled out of her and jacked off and came on her pussy lips. I came a fair amount on her but it just didn't seem to compare to the amount of cum Frank had deposited in her.

Feeling defeated, embarrassed and sad I retreated to the bathroom for a ***** of water and to clean up my dick a little from my wife's mess. I was about to head back to bed and call it a lousy night but I noticed down the hall Frank's clothes were piled on the ground at the base of my ********'s bedroom door. I started to get a sickening feeling again, what the fuck was going on? I saw the way he looked at her earlier, he couldn't have the fucking nerve to mess around with my 14 year old ******** though especially after getting away with fucking my wife could he?

I slowly walked down the hall careful not to make much noise. When I got to her bedroom door I could hear whispering, my ******** and Frank talking. I was also able to peak in because the door was slightly open, just barely enough for me to see. What I did see deeply concerned me. Here was naked 50 year old Frank in my ********'s bed with the covers loosely over both of them. It looked like to me Frank was showing my ******** his monster cock and she was curious and mesmerized by its size.

Frank was instructing her to touch it and hold it. I watched as my young ******** started to slowly jack him off. I was somewhat relieved that she still had her clothes on however things quickly changed when I heard frank whispering to her "don't forget what you promised now baby, I've shown you mine but you have to show me yours now".

Again I was in shock at what was happening, here was my 50 year old friend naked with my ******** fooling around together. I told myself any normal ****** would have ripped this pervert off their ******** and probably killed him by now but for some reason I still couldn't react to what I was seeing. I just continued to stand their watching, frozen and unable to move.

My ******** just giggled and said "here they are, not very big yet but they are growing fairly quickly, I have to keep buying new bras" and with that she removed her night shirt and was naked from the waist up. I could now see my ********'s breasts, I estimated them to be a small B cup in size. Frank began to feel and fondle her young breasts and she offered no resistance. I could tell my ******** was enjoying this, my wife had suspected she was sexually active already at 14 but I personally didn't want to believe it at the time.

Frank continued playing with my ********, sucking on her nipples and began lowering his hand down her legs and holding it right on her panty covered pussy. My ******** Julie didn't object she was just moaning softly, I could tell now he was rubbing her pussy. He then whispered to her, "how about you remove these?". Julie was hesitant to do it but Frank was persuasive and kept massaging her pussy and telling her it would feel a lot nicer if she removed them for him.

Julie eventually gave in to his advances and reached down and removed her panties for him. My 14 year old ******** was now totally naked with a man that was older then her own ******. He began to finger her slowly and started to work up speed, she was now starting to moan fairly loud just like her ******. At the same time Julie continued to slowly give Frank a hand job.

After a few minutes, he whispered something into Julies hear which I couldn't hear. She seemed unsure of whatever he said but he started to direct her. I watched as my ******** climb over top of Frank and got into the 69 position. I could tell my ******** had never done this position before but as she started to lower her head and suck on his large cock I knew she had given head before. She started sucking him like a pro with no hesitation.

Frank was licking away and sucking her young teenage cunt as she continued to suck his monster tool of a dick. They stayed in this position for about 15 minutes until my ******** started to orgasm. At this point Frank immediately rolled her over and lined up his cock at her tight wet entrance. Julie started to object saying she wasn't sure about this that she had only had sex a couple times with her boyfriend and she thought his dick was too big for her.

Frank ignored her concerns and rubbed his large fat cockhead up and down her slit. He bent down and open mouthed kissed her as he started to push into her, I suspected he did this so she couldn't object further. I could see his cock trying to make its way in but it was so wide for her tight inexperienced pussy that it was slow going. Eventually her pussy started to adjust as he stretched her to allow his old man's monster cock into her.

Inch by inch now started to disappear into my ********, Frank was taking it slow to make sure he didn't hurt her. After a couple minutes of slowly sinking into her tight hole he bottomed out finally I could see his cock fully impaled into her with his hairy balls resting at her ass. My ******** had somehow managed to take in his entire cock. He smiled to her and whispered, "oh baby your definitely the tightest pussy I have had in years, probably decades, your still virgin tight". Julie remained silent and was just moaning softly. As her pussy began to stretch more and adjust to Frank's large size he began to slowly thrust in and out of her.

I continued watching as they began fucking at a good tempo, my ******** was enthusiastically humping back at him and had locked her legs behind his hairy ass. My ********'s bed started rocking and creaking and her moaning became much louder as Frank began to fuck Julie at a faster and harder pace. I also shamefully found myself getting hard watching my old friend fuck my ********.

As Frank started hard short strokes Julie sensed he was about to cum soon and suddenly remember she wasn't on the pill, she was too young and afraid to ask for the pill and had just used a condom before with her boyfriend. She spoke up to him, "Frank you need to pull out, I'm not protected, let me suck you off".

Frank did not stop, he ignored her and continued pounding away he was too close to stop now. "Frank! come on I'm serious, please pull out before its too late" Julie said frantically. Frank finally replied to her "Sorry babe but I'm too close, I can't pull out now". Just then before she could object further another orgasm shook her body, the second of the night, that was now too much for Frank the moment he felt her pussy contracting on his cock that pushed him over the edge and he groaned again out loud as he started ejaculate his second load of sperm of the night into my fertile ********.

Julie realized he was cumming in her but was too far lost in her own orgasm to care, her body had betrayed her and she accepted his load of potent sperm. Frank had emptied another huge batch of cum into my ********, even after fucking my wife he still had plenty left to completely fill my ********. When he rolled off her to catch his breath I could see a river of cum flowing out of her and her pussy looked equally as stretched as my wife's.

I had seen enough, I had just cum in my boxers after watching my young ******** being fucked by my older friend. Again shamefully I did nothing to stop it, I just watched as Frank had used both my wife and ******** for his own personal pleasures. I had now failed as a protector of my wife and ********.

I went back to my bedroom and fell asleep again beside my wife. Sometime again in the early hours of the morning I woke up again and headed to the bathroom. Again just like before I noticed that Frank's clothes were still at base of my ********'s bedroom door. I tip toed over again quietly to see if Frank was still in there, as I got closer I could clearly hear the sound of love making.

I got back into the same position I was in before, they were definitely fucking again only this time my ******** Julie was on top bouncing around riding his long fat cock. She had her hands on his hairy chest and was bouncing on him hard, I could clearly see his cock moving in and out of my young ********. What was worse was that she was clearly enjoying fucking this 50 year old man.

I had seen enough and retreated downstairs to the basement, I could no longer bare to be near my wife or ******** after what just happened tonight. I felt like a defeated loser for allowing to happen what Frank did to both of them.

In the morning my wife woke up with a hang over an empty bed and a sticky mess between her legs. She realized she had sex but her pussy was gaping open, she felt sore down there and couldn't understand how her pussy was so stretched and worse why her pussy was such a mess.

She got up naked and went directly into the bathroom not even bothering to close the door. She didn't even know Frank was still here. She was so distracted inspecting herself that she didn't even notice a naked Frank walk into the bathroom with her until he was hovering over her.

She got freaked and tried to cover her breasts saying "Jesus!

Frank what the hell is going on? What are you doing here naked?". Frank simply said, "Isn't it obvious? We had a little fun last night after your husband passed out". She didn't want to believe it that she had sex with Frank last night but ******* memories from last night started to flood back into her memory. She remembered having sex last night but at the time she wasn't sure if it was a dream or not, all that she could remember was she was being fucked with someone with an enormous dick so she just assumed it was a dream.

Frank told her she was a mess down there and should take a shower with him to clean up. She refused but Frank said that there was nothing to worry about, they had already fucked once and her husband was downstairs passed out still so there was nothing to worry about. Her mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what happened and what was going on that she didn't even notice that Frank had started the shower already and was pulling her in with him.

Here she was now with her husband's older friend naked together in the shower. She had cheated on her husband last night with out even realizing it and was now again allowing herself to be taken advantage of by him. Frank was fondling her breasts and holding her ass close to him. She then noticed his huge dick beginning to poke at her, she definitely wasn't dreaming last night it was this cock that had fucked her hard stretching her and making a mess of her yet she had orgasmed last night. She usually never orgasmed during actual intercourse.

When Frank's cock was hard enough he turned Rob's wife around and bent her over slightly and started poking up at her pussy with his huge cock. It took him a few tries but eventually the tip of his dick hit the right spot and his dick started to slide into her cunt. She gasped as he completed filled her, she had never felt so fully impaled like this before. She realized she was betraying her husband for this large cock but couldn't stop now. She allowed him to fuck her hard from behind in the steamy hot shower.

Around this time my ******** Julie had woken up and headed towards the bathroom thinking it was available since the door was open. It wasn't until she had walked in that she realized someone was already in there, rather two people were in there fucking. The shower door wasn't fully closed so she could see inside. At first she thought she had walked in on her ****** and ****** fucking in the shower, they had in the past done this except this time it was different, the man plowing into her ****** wasn't her dad but was Frank!

Julie couldn't believe it, she had just fucked Frank several times last night after he had supposively walked into the wrong bedroom and fell asleep beside her. Now here he was fucking her ******, where the hell was her ****** she thought. She was now too curious and horny to leave she just stared to the opening and watched as her ****** was fucked from behind.

Frank and her ****** were obviously too involved with each other to even notice her. He as pounding her with long powerful strokes and she was moaning and screaming for more of it. Then finally Frank held hips firm and started to groan loud signaling he was again cumming in Rob's wife. He held himself in her allowing every last squirt of cum to empty into her before withdrawing.

Julie was too horny and decided to do something bold, she was going to get into the shower with them. She pulled off her cum soaked panties and pulled off her t-shirt and stepped into the shower with them. Her ****** freaked out at first yelling "Oh my god!" and almost slipping and falling before Frank caught her. Frank was more then happy to see Julie however.

Once her ****** calmed down Julie explained she knows she just had sex with him obviously and she announced that she also had sex with Frank last night and that as long as she kept her secret she would also keep her ******s secret. Her ****** agreed but she just couldn't understand or believe how things were happening so fast. One minute she is cheating fucking her husband's friend in the shower and the next minute her ******** is naked in the shower with them. She watched as her 14 year old ******** got down on her knees in the shower and started to jack and suck on Frank's softening cock.

Julie in no time had Frank hard again with her expect cock sucking. Her ****** couldn't believe her young girl was sucking this old man's dick like this, it was bad enough she had cheated on her husband with this man but to know and see that her ******** had been intimate with him as well extremely bothered her yet here she was in the shower with them observing this sight before her.

Frank instructed Julie up and picked her up with his arms. He was going to try and fuck her standing up while she held around his neck, he needed balance though and told her ****** to hold on to her ********'s ass while holding on to the side. Frank was having a difficult time trying to find the right spot, it wasn't easy considering her was holding her up in the air while trying to keep his balance. He instructed Rob's wife to line up his cock with her ********s pussy.

She couldn't believe what she as being asked, it was bad enough what was happening but here was Frank asking her to purposely help him fuck her ******** right in front of her. On the other hand she felt herself surrendering herself to the situation and allowing what he wanted, she grabbed on to his large hard dick and lined it up with her ********'s pussy and even helped him nudge that fat cockhead into her, within seconds it sank into her until it reached the hilt.

Julie and Frank now began fucking in this position, her legs around his ass locking and her arms around his neck hanging on to him while they fucked standing up in the shower. Her ****** was holding on to her ass and keeping their balance. Her ****** could see Frank's large dick splitting her young pussy, she wondered how such a large dick could fit into a young girl like this. It didn't take long this time for Frank, he was tapped out from all the sex he had just had over the last 12 hours and couldn't last too long this time. He started cumming into Julie just as Julie was coming off her own orgasm. Her ****** could see the cum oozing out of her ******** and dropping to the shower floor.

After they were done they finally actually did clean themselves up and exited the shower. Frank got dressed and said he had to get going but he would come back again maybe during the week and we could all play some pool on their pool table downstairs.

After Frank left both ****** and ******** looked at each other for a long time without saying a word. They were both now shared a secret and they knew it, both of them had unprotected sex with Frank and both had submitted fairly easily to him. They also both saw a side of each other that neither of them had seen before. On the one hand they were both ashamed at what happened but on the other hand both of them just had some of the best sex of their lives so they were conflicted needless to say.

My wife came to check on me shortly after, I was still a***** on the couch downstairs. She told me to wake up and come upstairs for breakfast. When I came up both my wife and ******** were wearing their robes and seemed pleasant enough. They started talking about what they had planned for the day and never made any mention about anything last night.

After that day my friend Frank never said anything about that night to me. He also kept wanting to come over to my house after work, he always used the pool table as an excuse. So quite often Frank would come home with me, sometimes with other friends to play pool at my place but only Frank would get ***** enough that he had to stay the night with us.

On those nights he would usually ****** me up, daring me to do shots and generally encourage me to ***** more then I normally would. As a result I would end up too ***** pass out and he would go upstairs and have some fun with my wife and ********. Quite often I would wake up at some point and sneak upstairs only to see Frank fucking my wife or ********. I quickly realized that my wife was awake for these times and more then a willing participant, maybe I was wrong and she was awake that first night the whole time.

Frank was over at my house so often now that half of his clothes were always around the house. I would find his clothes piled on the ground in our bedroom half the time or in my ********s bedroom. I also noticed that both my bed and my ********'s bed became sticky wet mess over time they were having sex so frequently with Frank that they stopped bothering to change the sheets because they messed them up too often so as a result I often ended up ******** on a damp bed that reeked of Frank's sperm and adding insult to injury I had to go to ***** knowing my wife on my side was fully loaded with his cum in her.

Obviously at this point they stopped trying to hide what they were doing. If I was going to say something I would have done so long ago and they realized that so they stopped cleaning up things and covering up what they were doing and were being more open about it. Several times I would wake up in the morning to find Frank fucking my wife or ******** in the shower before we would both go to work.

Yet still none of them ever mentioned anything to me about what was happening. My wife also stopped letting me have sex with her around this time. She was too far stretched for me anyway now. I couldn't pleasure like I used to, she just started making up excuses to not have sex and I stopped asking for it.

Eventually one day I was tired of waiting for them to finish fucking before I came back into the bedroom so instead as Frank was fucking my ******** first I simply went to bed with my wife. I could tell she was upset and annoyed that I was there because she figured that Frank would not fuck her now but a few minutes later Frank walked into our bedroom naked.

They whispered into each others ears for a few seconds and then Frank got into the bed anyway, spread her legs and started eating her out while I was still in the bed. I wasn't even a***** and she knew it, I just listened as Frank was performing oral sex on my wife right beside me. She began to moan loud as usual except this time I noticed she was softly moaning Frank's name as well.

I couldn't believe that they would do this right in front of me while I was still awake on the bed. After Frank had licked her up to a powerful orgasm he pulled around and started to fuck her doggy style. She kept on moaning Frank's name after every thrust he gave her, I turned my head a little and looked over finally. I could see my wife looking at me as he fucked her but she still kept moaning his name as our eyes locked.

I could see her tits bouncing back and forth below her and Frank continued to smack her ass. Then he collapsed on top of her and continued to fuck her from behind. Here was my naked hairy friend right exactly beside my pummeling my wife. Both of them knew I was awake but they didn't care. Frank announced to her, "Here it comes baby, take my cum you slut, you whore" and with that he came hard and emptied himself deep into her.

I expected him to leave after he fucked her but instead this time he stayed got into bed and laid on his back. My wife cuddled up to him and rested her breasts over his hairy chest. He put his arm over back claiming her as his own. After that night it was clear that Frank was going to be ******** with my wife every night after that marking his territory, they were trying to passively ***** me out of ******** in that bed.

Of course I gave up, I couldn't stand listening to them have sex repeatedly while I was trying to ***** in the same bed. I retreated to the guest room, not surprisingly Frank had never slept in this room. I took refugee in here from now on. I quickly noticed that my ******** also started ******** with Frank and my wife in my former bedroom. They both would ***** and fuck there every night. I peaked in a few times and sure enough both ****** and ******** were having a threesome with Frank.

My *********** continued still for some time, the monthly poker game was coming up and Frank insisted that we do it as usual, we even invited one of his own friends this time. We were all playing cards, it started off a typical card night however that quickly changed when Frank had my wife and ******** bring down beers for us in only their underwear, bra and thong. The guys were already ***** so they were excited to see my wife and my ******** half naked bringing them beer.

I could see they were a little confused why I was allowing them to be dressed like this in front of them but I didn't say anything. So as a result all my friends were flirting with them, Frank even encouraged them to smack their asses as they walked by. At one point Frank pulled my wife on to his lap, I could tell he was claiming her as his trophy showing her off as his by keeping her planted on him.

Meanwhile Frank's friend was a rough looking guy, maybe slightly older then Frank, bald, slightly fat had pulled my ******** on to his lap at the table as we continued to play cards. I could tell he was fingering her under the table, so could my other friends but I just ignored it and pretended I didn't notice.

Once the card game was winding up, two of my friends quietly mentioned to me if I needed to talk about anything to just let them know, they would help me out. Obviously they knew something wasn't right going on here tonight but they didn't want to exactly want to interfere so they left it open for me.

Later that night I watched in shame as Frank and his friend fucked both my wife and my ******** in the same bed. Frank was fucking my wife and his dirty old bald headed fat friend was fucking my young ********. I watched both of them fuck in numerous positions, both ****** and ******** moaning loudly together like total sluts.

A few days later my wife came to me alone to talk, this had been the first real time that we had actually had a chat in weeks. She still never offered any explanation for what has been happening over the past month but she did have an announcement for me. Both my wife and my ******** were pregnant with Frank's *****, this was not surprising for me because I had already come to expect this. Although not offering an explanation of why she betrayed me she further went on to finally admit what happened that fateful night and the following morning.

What was surprising however is the offer she presented me. My wife told me that Frank has not had any ******** so far and would like to carry on his family name and his legacy. She was blunt and explained she wanted a divorce so that she could quickly marry Frank so they could have the same last name and the ***** would be born under the new last name. She further went on to say that I would have to give up full custody to my ******** Julie because she was still ******** and she wanted to change her last name too.

In return for all this she would not fight me for her share of the house and she would give up all of our retirement money we had shared together plus give up any right to processions within the house. She said she had talked this over with Frank and they both felt bad for me so they wanted to offer me this to keep the peace and allow them to marry. She even offered allowing me to continue watching them fuck if I felt like it, gee thanks....

I thought about what she was offering me, all three of them had already destroyed me emotionally, destroyed my self-esteem, pride, etc. however the only thing I had left was my financial self-worth and she was offering me a good deal to at least keep that. The downside was that I was basically officially giving away my wife and ******** and worse as part of the agreement they would be allowed to stay in the house for at least the near future.

After much thought I agreed to her offer, I may have lost my love of my life, my lovely ******** and all self-respect to Frank but I wasn't going to ruin my financials over all this. We finalized the divorce in record time and not even a week later Frank married my now ex-wife. Both my wife and ******** changed their last name to Frank's. My ******** might as well have been his second wife if that were not illegal, they all slept together in my formal marital bed.

After they married I tried to busy myself with my work but with Frank working there as well it was a constant distraction and he only continued to add to my ***********. He proudly showed off pictures of his new wife, my now ex-wife. Many people at the office were confused and lots of rumors were going around about what was happening. I often caught many talking behind my back laughing at me and joking about it.