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Owing Fat Tony

Jake didn't tell his wife Katie where they were going; only that she should get all dolled up for a night out. The tall, shapely beauty selected her sexiest red dress, strappy red three inch heels, a pink demi-cup bra and matching lace bikini panties. She always enjoyed their nights out together, feeling flattered by the attention that other men would give her.

She especially liked it when they would ask her to dance. She adored dancing and her husband wasn't really into it, so he allowed her to go out on the floor and have her fun. Often, in the embrace of another man, pressed hip to hip, the sultry beat of the music drove Katie into a fantasy realm. In this world she would surrender, and be swept off her feet by a handsome stranger, taken roughly in the back of his car, or driven out into the cold night air to make love in the dunes of the beach. At the end of this fantasy she would be returned to the club where they danced, where Jake still waited, unaware that his wife had been seduced and used by another man.

They hadn't gone out for quite some time. Jake had been having money troubles and it seemed like there was never a good time. He was always distracted by something, and wouldn't share what it was. She hoped that going out tonight meant that he was feeling better, but she also knew that she was going to be feeling the press of some man's hard dick against her thigh on the dance floor tonight, even if it wasn't Jake's. The thought of it gave her a little thrill, and she hoped that she wouldn't get so wet that she soaked through her dress.

Katie was surprised when her husband pulled into the parking lot of a seedy bar instead of the trendy clubs she was used to attending.

"You sure this is right, baby?" she asked. The neon sign said "Fat Tony's" and the windows were all covered in black paint with white hand-painted lettering that advertised "Billiards," "Beer," and "Fun."

"Yeah, we're in the right spot." Jake shut off the engine and stared straight at the dashboard. He made no attempt to open his door, and there was no way Katie was going to get out of the car until he came and opened hers, at the very least. He stared for almost another minute before his voice cracked on his next words.

"Honey, I'm in trouble...we're in trouble." His voice was flat and he sounded like he was going to cry. His wife, at first fearful, was starting to get mad. He was presuming that whatever the hell he had done, she was going to go along with him.

"How can 'we' be in trouble, Jake. 'I' haven't done anything wrong! If you got me into something so help me..." she paused, not really sure what threat was going to come next. She wasn't really in a position to make a lot of threats right now. Call the police, maybe? But if he'd gotten her tangled up in something then she could find herself in jail too.

"Babe..." he steeled himself and reached over to touch her hand, but she moved out of the way. "Babe...you know how I always made extra money betting, on the horses and on the games? That was the 'fun money' we used for trips and restaurants and dancing." He tried to smile, hoping the pleasant memories would thaw her icy glare, but it wasn't working.

"Well I haven't been doing so well lately. I've lost a lot of money."

"How much?" The temperature in the car seemed to have dropped thirty degrees.

"Almost $50,000," Jake's voice cracked.

Katie seethed. She wasn't sure what to say. Her mind raced. When she was really upset she got quiet, and she practically whispered, "Where are we supposed to get that sort of money? What does that have to do with us being here at this dump?"

"Katie, this guy that came to my office to collect last week, he said if I talked to Fat Tony, maybe he could work something out. He saw our wedding pictures on my desk and said if I brought you along, maybe Tony would go easy on me.... He said Fat Tony isn't as mean if there are pretty ladies around."

"Goddamit, Jake. You're using me as a distraction to get out of a gambling debt?" Katie stared straight ahead and opened her own door. "Let's get this over with," she said, getting out and stalking angrily toward the door.

Jake caught up with her before she pressed the buzzer. "Thanks, baby. I'll make this up to you, I really will." He pressed the buzzer and a little panel on the door slid open.

"Yeah?" came a deep male voice from the other side of the door.

"It's Jake, here to see Fat Tony. My wife Katie is here too."

"Yeah. I ain't blind." The panel slid shut and the door squeaked open, the man standing behind to conceal himself. The couple stepped into a dark, cramped vestibule and the door was closed and bolted behind them. The man who had answered the door stepped in front of the two.

Despite her fear about the situation, Katie had to catch her breath. He was gorgeous. Maybe six and a half feet tall, black as coal and shaved bald, he looked like he was chiseled out of stone in a black knit shirt that fitted his massive chest tightly, and black dress slacks that also showed off his powerful thighs. Katie thought she saw the curve of his thick manhood trapped against his left thigh as well, but it couldn't be...it was way too big to be real...must be a trick of the light.

"You two packin'?"

"What?" Jake asked.

"Armed?" The naïve couple stood mutely. They didn't belong here. The large man smiled as he realized that he had the distinct advantage. "I'm going to have to search you both. Pretty lady first. You stand back, man." Jake stepped away as the man moved in close to Katie, really close.

In heels she was nearly six feet, taller than her husband by a couple of inches at least. This man dwarfed her. He didn't frisk her so much as envelop her, wrapping her in his strong arms and running his large, heavy hands down her back. His fingers pressed hard against the taut muscles of her back. She gasped as he drew her against his hard, rippled frame. She felt his thick member against her belly and thigh. It was no optical illusion, that beast between his legs was real. He was rubbing her against it. She felt it throb looked up into his eyes and smiled.

He pushed her a step away and ran his hands down her shoulders and arms, holding her gaze the whole time. "Excuse me, ma'am," he apologized as he moved his hands to her shoulders again and moved them slowly, deliberately down her front. The bodyguard grinned as he cupped her beautiful firm breasts in his fingers, kneading them purposefully and locating Katie's hardening nipples between his thumb and palm, pulling them gently. Her eyes closed and she leaned forward into his grasp.

Just as she began to lose herself in his ******** touch, his hands moved down her stomach, to the outside of her hips and down to her thighs, just to the hem of her sexy red dress. As his hands touched the bare skin of Katie's legs, Jake, who had been silently watching, tried to interject.

"She obviously doesn't have any weapons...leave her alone!"

"Shut up, little bald man," the burly guardian snapped back. "Sounds like you're trying to hide something." He looked up at Jake's wife, still trembling from his touch, and apologized again, "I wasn't going to do this, ma'am, but you have to understand that your husband has raised my doubts." He put his hands on her bare skin just above her knees and gradually lifted them toward her waist, pushing the dress upward as he went.

Jake sputtered as he watched the strong black man expose his wife's panties to view. Katie's husband was stunned when the man looked up at his wife and smiled a wicked smile, pulling the waistband of her panties toward him, and sliding his other hand down inside them.

Katie gasped and stood on tiptoe as the man's thick finger parted her wet lips, sliding deep inside her and curling to press against her g-spot. She couldn't maintain her balance and fell forward, catching herself with her hands on his muscular shoulders.

"Please..." she whispered as he probed her. She wasn't quite sure what she was asking...was she begging for him to stop, or not to stop? Before she could figure out what she meant, she felt it happening, from deep inside she started to spasm, clenching his finger as she shuddered in a quiet, powerful orgasm.

He stood her up, shaky on her feet. "Your wife has the tightest pussy I've ever felt, little man." The guard held his wet middle finger right under Jake's nose.

The unmistakable smell of his wife's sex filled his senses, and Jake started to shudder, from anger, and also from a strange feeling of excitement unlike anything he had ever felt. The guard looked down and laughed out loud. "Is that a gun on your pocket, little man? Or are you just happy to see me finger your wife?" The large black man guffawed and reached down, grabbing Jake's crotch with the same hand that had just penetrated Katie's pussy.

"Feels like your hubby got all hard watching me jack you off, lady!" He laughed deeply again, taunting them both. "Go on in," he said, holding the door, "Fat Tony will see you" he nodded to Jake, "and he's gonna love to see you, baby," he smiled at Katie.

The room they stepped into had a pool table, and two men studied the arrangement of the billiard balls. One, a skinny, light-skinned black man with tight cornrows looked like he might be near 7 feet tall. The other, shorter than Jake and twice as heavy, leaned back with one elbow on a bar stool as the tall man bent over to make a shot.

"Fat Tony?" Jake addressed the shorter man as the tall man missed his shot. The short man snorted.

"I'm Fat Tony," the tall man stood up and grinned. Sitting on the edge of the table he cut right to business. "You're the Jake that owes me fifty grand?"

"Yes sir..." Jake started to sputter. "I can pay you back...I just..."

"Need some time...boo hoo...heard it all before white man. Unless you got my money you got nothing I want, except...." the tall man looked Katie up and down. "You bring me this lovely lady as a peace offering?"

Jake reacted in shock. "That's my wife!"

Tony smiled a demonic smile toward Katie. "I have a way out for both of us, little lady. Jake here" he said, stubbing a finger at the quaking bald white man, "has a little accident. You collect a fat insurance check, and pay me back my 50 plus 50 for my trouble."

Jake started to get dizzy. Katie rushed forward toward Tony. "No, please," she pleaded. "There has to be another way. I'll do anything, just don't hurt him."

"You heard her, Jake. Your wife has bigger balls than you do. She'll do anything for you; let's see what you can do for her." Tony cleared the table of all but two balls, the eight and the cue. The eight he put right at the opening of the far right corner pocket, the cue near the closest left corner.

"That's a lot of green between those two balls...just like you owe me a lot of green. You get three chances to make that shot. Each time you miss, your lovely bride loses her dress, her bra, her panties. You miss all three you leave her naked ass here with me and my boys until I'm done. You make one of three, you take her home and your debt is erased."

Jake looked at Katie. She nodded. She knew that he had put himself through college pool sharking. Under any normal conditions, he could make this shot. She hoped that he could make it now; with the stress they were both feeling. He nodded and silently chose a cue stick. As he chalked the tip, Tony moved Katie over until she was directly behind the eight ball. He stood close behind her as Jake lined up the shot. She could feel his thick tool pressing against the crack of her backside and the small of her back. As Jake drew back the cue to make the stroke, Tony laughed "Man, your wife has a tight ass, Jake! Gonna love to split that open!" Tony's interruption had its desired effect. Jake knew as soon as he made contact that he had missed. The cue ball never even touched the eight, and came rolling back toward him pathetically.

Jake felt the top of his head start to sweat, where the hair had grown thin. "Oh, Oh, Oh! Did I distract you, Jake-man?" Tony taunted.

Katie reached up to take off her dress, but Tony stopped her. "That's my job, little woman." He reached up and unzipped her dress from her neck to the middle of her back, pushing it quickly down off her shoulders and to the floor in a heap. Tony squatted down to pick up the discarded silky cloth, planting a big noisy kiss on the cheek of her ass as he did. "Put your hands on the table right here, honey. I'll be right back."

Tony strode quickly around the table and tossed the dress at Jake. "I could smell your wife's pussy, Jake. She's ready for my big black cock. Better not miss those two shots or she might never come back home to your little white wiener." The black man set up the cue ball again for Jake. "Wait until I get back to your little woman to take the shot. I want her to feel it hard up against her when you miss," he whispered to the trembling husband as they both gazed at Katie, posed behind the corner pocket in just her pink panties and bra.

Tony grabbed Katie's wrist as Jake lined up his shot. He guided the lady's hand to the crotch of his pants. "Now you know what they call me Fat Tony," he chortled as she discovered that her fingers couldn't reach around his thick cock. "Hey Jake! Your wife just got a handful of my joint and she says she wants you to miss this next shot." Sweat dripped into Jake's eye as he stroked the second shot, and again, his cue ball rolled harmlessly down the table without touching the eight.

"Hey Jackson," Tony nodded to the short man. "Go give the man his little bald cue ball back while I take some time with his pretty wife." Katie was quivering as Tony spun her around and pushed her butt back against the table. He leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth, his thick tongue sliding easily between her lips. He reached around behind her and unhooked her lacy bra, letting her firm C cups free. "Spin back around and put your hands on the table, baby. You are one hot lady." She turned around and did as Tony said, framing the corner pocket where her husband was trying to sink the eight ball with her pale arms and hanging breasts.

"Please...honey," she looked up and pleaded. Jake thought she wanted him to make this shot, and rescue his wife from Fat Tony and his gangsters.

Secretly, Katie wanted him to miss. Her nipples were stiff with excitement. She had felt two thick cocks pressed against her, and burned to feel them split her tight pussy open. Deep down she wanted to humiliate her husband for putting her in this position. She wanted him to watch his wife be taken by these crude, primal men.

As Jake lined up the final shot he looked up to see Tony stripping off his shirt. The man's lean hard muscles rippled as he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor, letting his heavy cock and balls swing free. Jake blinked hard and tried to concentrate on the shot as Tony stepped up behind Katie and slapped her ass again and again with his hardening staff. It was a display of power and size that made Katie's juices flow, and, though he hated to admit it, had raised Jake's own cock to full erection inside his pants.

Jake squinted and stroked the cue ball, a smooth, clean stroke that felt good...unlike the last two botched attempts. The white ball cruised smoothly across the long green, with just enough spin so that it wouldn't follow the eight into the pocket. Jake closed his eyes as the billiards clacked, and felt relief as the eight dropped into the leather pocket. He looked up and beamed at his wife, he had done it.

Was she pouting?

He gave a hoot of joy and started to rise out of his shooting position. Tony smiled broadly and brought his finger to his lips to shush the balding white husband, then pointed to the cue, still rolling toward the far right corner. Jake's heart sank. The cue was losing energy, but not fast enough, it rolled, rolled, rolled and then sank with a heavy thud into the opposite pocket.

Jake's knees buckled. He had scratched, and with the scratch had lost his last chance to save his wife from the ravages of these petty gangsters. Tony's laughter was ringing in his ears...it sounded like it was echoing down a long tunnel.

Before he knew what was happening Jake was being lifted to his feet and dragged across the room to where Tony and Katie were standing. Tony, completely hard, leaned back against a bar stool and wagged his tool at the couple. He was as thick as a wine bottle, and nearly as long. "Take off your wife's panties, Jake. I want you to spread out her pussy for me. I want you to hold the head of my fat Tony up against her tight, tight cunny and push her down on it. I want you to feel her tear open as I fuck her."

Jake walked as in a dream. He gently, lovingly lowered his wife's pink panties to the ground, helping her step out of them without snagging them on her sexy red shoes. He reached up obediently and spread her lips. She was sopping wet, aching for the feel of the dark mocha colored weapon that throbbed before her. He backed her up to the glistening tip, reached up with his other hand and without flinching grabbed the dominant cock in his fingers and pushed it against his bride's opening. As commanded, Jake put his hands on his wife's thighs and slowly but firmly pushed her down onto the impossibly large cock.

He watched up close as his virtuous partner took the full length of the shaft. He felt her quake and heard her moan, first low and guttural, then louder and higher pitched, and finally screaming and thrashing in ecstasy. He watched in a mix of horror and delight as Fat Tony's balls clenched. He knew that the gangster was delivering gushers of potent cum into his wife's womb.

Katie eased herself off, and a shot of hot cum came dripping out of her spread pussy. She smiled down at her husband. "Baby, you better lick that out...I don't have any protection." She guided her husband's face to her slippery twat, and he dutifully cleaned her black lover's salty cream. When she had finished squeezing every drop onto his tongue she held Tony's cock up to Jake's lips. "Clean him up too, sweetie, I want to fuck him again while I suck that big guard's cock. I think we're going to be here a while!"

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Country Hospitality



My wife Kelly and I were returning from a weekend in the mountains. It was miserable, cold, rainy night, and we were driving on bad rural roads. I was driving too fast as usual, and Kelly was complaining about it, as usual. But I was tuning her out, as usual.

I couldn't see why she was complaining. I knew she had a very important appointment the next morning. She had starting a catering business, and it was struggling pretty badly. But this was a big break: an interview for a huge wedding that would really put her on the map professionally. So, getting home early enough to get a good night's ***** would seem a priority.

We must have hit a pothole, or a heck, maybe even a small ******. I don't know, but suddenly I lost control of the car. We ended up in a corn field. We weren't hurt at all, and when I examined the car I saw that at the very least both right tires were completely shredded. We only had one spare tire, and anyway I was not sure we could get out of the field, so we needed help.

I checked my cell. No reception. Stupid fucking mountains. We had to go on foot.

We looked around, but there was nothing except corn. We got out on the road and started walking toward a house we had seen about a mile back. We were drenched by the time we got there, and we were anxious when no one answered the door for a couple of minutes.

Finally a leathery middle-aged farmer opened the door. He had a sour expression on his face. His hair was askew and he had three-days growth of beard. He wore grimy overalls, and a dirty white t-shirt underneath which highlighted the red tint of his muscular arms. He smelled like the business end of a cow.

"Yeah, what?" he demanded as we stood in the rain.

"Hi, I am John and this is my wife, Kelly," I started amiably. He ignored my outstretched hand, while his eyes ran over Kelly's hot body, her wet dress clinging to every curve. "Our car broke down, and we need some help."

"What do you want me to do?"

I looked at him incredulously. "How about letting us in out of the rain to start?" I asked tersely.

He grunted and led us inside. Standing in the foyer were three equally grimy young me. The oldest looked about 25 and the youngest about 19. The were obviously brothers.

"This here are my sons, Randy, Bo and Billy," he waved his hand in their direction. "I'm Jessie, by the way."

All three boys ignore me and stared right at Kelly. A couple of times they whispered something among themselves and then laughed.

"So?" He said coldly.

"Well," I stammered, "could you maybe drive us to the nearest town."

"You want me to go out in that storm?" he asked.

"Well..." I started.

"Why would I want to do a damn fool thing like that? What's in it for me?"

So much for country people being more friendly, I thought. "What do you want?" I asked.

The boys again whispered and laughed, and the oldest, Randy, whispered to his ******.

Jessie laughed. "Well, I'll ask, but don't hold your breath," he muttered to his sons.

He turned back to me and putting his arm around my shoulder took me aside. He whispered in my ear so that Kelly could not hear. "I'll tell you what," he began conspiratorially, "you let me and my boys fuck your wife and I'll take you wherever you want to go."

I was aghast. I pulled away, too shocked to speak. Before I could say anything, Kelly had stepped forward.

"Well, can we at least use your phone," Kelly asked pleasantly, oblivious to his request.

"Tell you what, little lady, show us your tits and you can make your call," Jessie offered.

"How dare you, you disgusting pig," Kelly raged in response. I put my hand on her arm to calm her down.

"Well, maybe you two just better get out of my house and off my land before I shoot you as trespassers," Jessie responded glumly, the thunder outside punctuating his words.

"Lets go," I said. We walked to the door, and just as we opened it, a brilliant display of lightening filled the sky. The deep boom of thunder rang out seconds later.

Kelly turned around. "Where is the nearest house?" She demanded.

"Well, the Kelso place is about five miles back down the road," Jessie answered with a grin, "maybe seven actually."

"Come on, just let us use your phone," Kelly pleaded.

"Let's see your tits."

Kelly shook with rage. "Alright you filthy bastard, you want to see my tits, well then take a good look." Before I could stop her she unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off her shoulders. Deftly she unsnapped her front-opening bra, allowing her full breast to fall forward, her nipples erect in the cold wet air.

Jessie and his boys crowded around and gaped admiringly at Kelly's firm hooters. The youngest, Randy, reached out and ran a finger over her nipples, but Kelly quickly pulled away.

"You can look but not touch," she said tersely. Then fastening her bra again and buttoning her dress, she fixed Jessie's gaze and said, "A deal is a deal, now where is your phone?"

Jessie smiled smugly and pointed into the kitchen. Without waiting for me Kelly stalked off to use the phone leaving me in the other room with Jessie and his boys.

"Your woman is some piece of tail," Jessie offered, "I bet she fucks like a wild ******."

I did not even want to dignify that comment with a response, so I started toward the kitchen to join Kelly. Just then she stormed back into the living room and approached Jessie.

"Your phone is dead."

"Yep."

Kelly was shaking with rage.

"Let's go," I said as I tried to pull Kelly toward the door.

"Go where?" she demanded. "We're not going to walk five miles in a fucking storm," she exclaimed as she shook off my grip. "Listen you old bastard," Kelly shouted at Jessie, "I need to be back in town by tomorrow morning. If you drive us we'll pay you well."

"How well?"

"Five hundred dollars?" Kelly offered tentatively.

Jessie just laughed.

"A thousand?"

"Not even close."

"Two thousand?" I wasn't even sure we had that much in the bank.

"Look, baby," Jessie began, tiring of haggling, "I don't want your fucking money."

"Well what do you want?" Kelly asked naively.

Jessie smiled. "Tell you what. I have a good deal for you. My youngest here," Jessie grabbed Randy around the neck for emphasis, "is still a virgin."

"So what?"

"Just listen, little lady. If you pop his cherry and let me and the rest of the boys take a turn too, then we'll drive your sweet ass and your sorry husband all the way back to the city."

Kelly took a step back, a look of shock on her face. She walked over to the window and looked at the raging storm to regain her composure.

"Now can we leave," I asked Kelly softly.

She turned toward me, her eyes glowing with rage. "Fuck you, John. You're the one who drove us off the fucking road."

"Hey take it easy, it wasn't my fault."

"Whose fault was it?" she asked snidely. "I told you to slow down. But no, you always have to fucking speed. I have to be home by 8:00 am, can you get me there by then?"

I said nothing.

"Alright, then shut the fuck up and let me deal with this."

I was dumbfounded. Kelly walked back over to Jessie.

"I'll tell you what, I'll give your boy here a nice hand-job. That should get his rocks off."

"I don't want his rocks off, I want his cherry popped. I also want me and to others to get our dicks wet."

"Come on, be reasonable, I'm not going to fuck all of you just for a ride."

"Then walk. And get the fuck out of my house before I blast holes in both of you," he grabbed a shotgun off the wall to underscore his point.

"Please," Kelly begged.

"Take off your clothes," Jessie commanded.

Kelly was sobbing slightly. Then she pulled herself together, look straight up at Jessie and started unbuttoning her dress again.

"No!" I shouted and took a step toward Kelly. I am not sure what happened next, but I felt a sharp pain in my back, and a moment later I found myself on the floor looking up into the barrel of Jessie's shotgun.

"Now you sit down and shut up," Jessie commanded.

"No," I said again causing Jessie to jam the gun barrel into my chest. I cried out in pain. I looked up a Kelly plaintively.

She looked at me with contempt. "This is your fault," she said coldly, and with that she pulled her dress off her shoulders letting it fall to floor in a damp pile. Jessie and his boys hooted in response.

Kelly seemed to pause for moment as she considered the situation. But then she proceeded boldly. She removed her bra and slid off her panties. She stood upright, her full breasts at attention and her long, lean legs spread slightly, exposing her trimmed snatch. Jessie and his boys walked around Kelly checking out every inch of my naked wife.

Randy piped up, his voice rising with anticipation. "Can I have her now, pa?"

Jessie ran his hand through Randy's hair. "Now, hold on ***. Why don't I show you how it's done. There's plenty for all of us."

"Come here baby," Jessie commanded and my sweet wife obeyed.

Kelly stood before him. Jessie ran his hands across her trembling body. He cupped her ample breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He caressed the side of her face and slowly pushed his thumb in and out of her willing mouth. Then putting his hand on her shoulder he pushed her down to her knees.

Kelly did not need any prompting. She reached forward and helped Jessie get his overalls off. She pulled down his boxers and took his rapidly growing member into her hands. She gave him several long strokes, and then as he grabbed the back of her head she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. He started pumping his dick into her mouth and inch after inch passed through her full, red lips. Grabbing his butt, she pulled him toward her, and soon she had his whole eight-inch member in her mouth. Jessie looked up and started moaning softly in response to what must have been the best blowjob of his life.

But even though he was clearly enjoying himself, Jessie kept his head. He pumped his cock slowly. For a minute I thought he might shot his load into her hot mouth, but instead he pushed Kelly away. She looked up at him, a baffled look in her eyes, but soon he got down on his knees himself and pushed Kelly flat back onto the cold wooden floor.

"Come here boy," Jessie called to Randy. Randy approached his ****** cautiously.

"Alright, when you're getting ready to bang some bitch, first thing you do is spread her legs wide," Jessie said and he pushed Kelly's legs apart. "Then you use a little spit, and make sure her clam is nice and wet," he continued although Kelly's glistening pussy made it obvious that this was no concern here. "Finally, you aim your meat, and shove it in, hard," and with that hammered his cock deep into Kelly's sweet cunt.

Kelly gasped as he mercilessly pumped her. Her breasts were pointing straight up at the ceiling and each thrust set them bouncing up and down. Kelly dug her fingernails into his shoulders and squealed softly as he hammered her hole.

Jessie was definitely enjoying himself. He looked up at me, a broad smile on his face. Through his grunts, he croaked out, "Man, your wife sure is tight. If I had a piece like this I'd have fucked her so hard she'd be stretched 'til the end of time."

He gave her long, hard strokes, and Kelly was responding. From disinterested grunts at first, Kelly was now moaning passionately. Her hips were thrusting upward to meet his piston pumping. She swung her head back and forth as her lust got the better of her. Soon she started growling softly, and a moment later I saw her body buck upward as an massive orgasm shook her from head to toe.

Jessie was also getting pretty excited. Sweat flowed down his cheeks, and his face turned beet red. He started grunting, "Oh yeah, bitch. What a great cunt! Your cunt is so tight." Finally he tensed up, with a final savage thrust he shot his load into my luscious wife.

He rolled off her. Randy tentatively took a step forward. "Well come on boy, give her the business," Jessie exhorted. Kelly watched passively as Randy positioned himself between her still spread legs. Randy was clearly nervous and he fumbled with his zipper for a few moments before finally freeing his member. His cock was already rock-hard and the tip even glistened with pre-cum. Although he was still a skinny teen, he was a real man below the waist. In fact, he was more like a horse. His dick must have been ten inches long and thick as a soda can.

Kelly gasped at first, but then she reached out and gently stroked his meat. She was clearly admiring his member, and she obviously wanted him inside her. She pulled his cock toward her steaming hole. Randy was willing to be led. Kelly pressed his cock head into her pussy, and Randy took it from there. Remembering his ******'s lesson he plunged himself into her hard.

Kelly screamed as he filled her as never before. Randy was taken aback for a moment, but then her started pumping. Kelly was gasping and panting. Randy was driving her wild, and she was doing the same to him. He had the equipment of a pro, but the stamina of a rookie, and less than a minute after he had first entered her, he pulled out, his glorious member spent.

Now Bo and Billy descended upon her, and started ravaging Kelly. Randy sat in a corner watching and savoring his first time. Jessie came over and sat down next to me.

"I knew your bitch would be hot to trot. Man, her pussy sure was sweet, and hell, she could suck the chrome off a Chevy. By the way it sure is nice the way you let your wife service me and my boys," he said laughing.

I merely grunted, hoping this whole episode would end soon. But looking over at Bo and Billy I realized that it would be a while yet. They started out feeding Kelly their two cocks at the same time. Kelly was game, and as she sucked one she stroked the other switching back and forth every few seconds.

Bo maneuvered Kelly onto all fours as she continued to lick his brother's meat. He positioned himself behind her and rammed his cock home. Kelly groaned as Bo fucked her, but she never stopped servicing Billy's cock. He large breast swung violently beneath her, and the sound of Bo's body slapping against Kelly's filled the room. Bo and Kelly were grunting in unison both getting louder and louder as Bo drove relentlessly on to orgasm. Finally he grabbed her hips tightly and with a last thrust filled her cunt with his hot come.

Now it was Billy's turn. He pushed Kelly onto her back again. He grabbed her tits in his big paws and started pumping his cock into her pussy. Kelly had a wild look in her eyes. Her hair was all tangled, and she was grunting and squealing loudly. Her chest was heaving accentuating the fullness of her breasts. The smell of sex filled the air.

Billy picked up the pace as his brothers started cheering him on. Suddenly, Billy pulled out and climbed on Kelly's chest. His cock was glistening with her juices as he started pumping between her breasts. After a few minutes of this he moved up again, and a moment after he put his cock in her mouth I could see Kelly's throat moving a mile a minute as she tried to swallow Billy's load. He pulled out of her mouth and a thin stream of cum ran down from both sides of her smiling mouth.

Kelly was breathing deeply. She looked over at Jessie, and he nodded in response.

"Alright, little lady, a deal is a deal. I'll drive ya'll home."

"Can Randy come along?" Kelly asked lasciviously.

I started to protest, but then realized it was useless. Jessie, Randy, Kelly and I get ready and headed to a pickup truck. They got in the front seat, and assigned me to ride in the back.

For the next two hours, I sat in the rain in the truck bed. Through the rear window, I could see Kelly taking turns sucking and fucking Randy and Jessie in the front seat. For an agonizing half- hour, I had to watch Kelly sat on Randy's huge rod. She was looking right at me as she bounced up and down.

When we got home, I tried to talk to Kelly, but she told me that if I said anything she would leave me. I caved in, but things between us will never be the same.

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MY WIFE AND THE SERVANT


I had bought a new web camera and it came with a sophisticated software. I was eager to try it out. After installing it , I discovered that it had many security features too, for instance the webcamera could also be used as a cctv, but recording only when it would detect a movement. I am not very tech-saavy, so I was astounded.

"Have your breakfast" I was brought to reality by the sound of my 35 year old wife Anu."You are going to get me late today."

It was 9.30 am .Not too late for me, but definitely late for my wife . She had to be in her office by around 10am. I normally used to go a bit later.

I had my breakfast and Anu left for office immediately after that.

I got back to fiddling with my new toy.

I set it up and did a few experiments with the webcam and they were successful.

After a while I realized even I had to leave.

By 11 am I was also ready to leave for my office.

"Gopal, darwaza band kar lo. Main ja raha hoon" I instructed our servant

"Theek hai sahab" He replied.
By around 4 pm I had completed my office work and was sitting around with nothing much to do. Suddenly an idea struck me. I had kept my camera on in our house and it was logged onto the yahoo. I wondered whether I could access it from my another yahoo id ?

I tried it. I sent a request to my other id to watch the cam. As far I remembered, I had allowed both my ids to be able to "Always" connect to each other. After a few seconds of waiting, it was confirmed I was right. My house's empty bedroom came into view on my cam window. I got a bit angry though seeing ot, as the bed was still untidy. Gopal hadn't yet cleaned it.

I was about to put off the cam when I saw Gopal enter the room. He is a timid looking young fellow from Uttar Pradesh. He started cleaning the room and bed. I cooled down a bit. Better late than never.

It was amazing to watch my own house, my bedroom from my office. Gopal cleaned up the bed an the rest of the room. And then he surprised me as he started going opening the cupboard. We trust him so don't keep it locked. Moreover, it doesn't have any valuable or money. Money or no money, I was again angry with him, he was betraying our trust.

He started hunting for something amidst our clothes. He didn't seem to find what he was looking for in the cupboard and started going through the bin we have in our room for dirty clothes we intend to get washed. What was he upto ?
I almost fell off my chair when he pulled out an used bra and panty of Anu's and started smelling them ! I was getting angry and wanted to put off the cam and rush home and fire Gopal from his job, but curiousity was getting better of me.

He then kept those used panty and bra on the bed and went back to the cupboard and started hunting for something more. He brought out her freshly washed panty and bra too and laid them on the bed. He placed them in such a way that the bra and panty were at an angle and distance from each other, similar to if someone had worn actually worn them and lied on the bed. He then took off his own trousers and underwear and lay down on his stomach on the bed over the bra and panty . Anu's panty was below his groin and her bra was under his chest. Then he took the used panty and bra in his hand and started smelling them, as he started rubbing his groin against the panty on the bed.

I was both disgusted as well as aroused. I didn't want to be, but couldn't help my mind an body reacting to our servant's antics. My cock was stirring. I got up and closed the door of my chamber.
Even I took out my cock and started rubbing it as out servant masturbated on my wife's clothes, while smelling her pussy in her used panty.

Gopal came before me. He got up and held her panty on his hand. It had his thick cum on it. He brought his finger to it and evenly spread his semen all over her panty and in the the inside of her bra. After that he placed them in the similar way it was previously kept in the cupboard. It seemed he wanted my wife to wear the panty and bra with his dried up semen sticking to it ! Seeing this was more than I could take and immediately came.

Then he put my wife's used undergarment's back in the bin and left the room
By the time I returned home, my wife was already back. She was instructing Gopal something about our dinner, which he just kept timidly nodding yes to.

Gopal looked timid and obedient . It was hard to imagine that someone like him could be upto what he did earlier in the afternoon. And ofcourse my wife had no idea about it. If she did she would blow her top and I don't think Gopal would be standing even for a minute in our house.

"memsaab, khana tyar ho gaya" Gopal announced like he does every night. Everything seemed so normal , yet so so strange. Gopal was always scared and obedient towards my wife. My wife was authorative and treated him as if he were a ***** who should listen to everything, which he did and because of that we trusted him a lot. My wife actually hardly even thought Gopal was a grown up individual with his own thoughts. Quite often I would hear Anu reprimanding Gopal and he would respond to her scoldings and shoutings with lowered head. He never ever spoke back.

We both thought of him as an innocent timid viilager, so much so that Anu was hardly much cautious of herself and her clothing, with him around. She would wear nighties or skirts in the night, and at times while lying down on the couch and watching TV, they would expose her legs and calves. Its not much compared to what younger girls wear these days, but Anu was the kind who wouldn't expose anything at all. Always dressed prim and proper. This was the level to which she trusted him and took no note of his presence at home. She thought of him to be as harmless as the house furnitures.

Well, I was seeing Gopal in a new light now. And it was having an arousing effect on me.

The next day I set up the cam again before leaving for office.

I kept my cam window on the whole day in my office comp. Around 2 pm, I saw Gopal enter out bedroom. Needless to say he repeated the same thing again. And I masturbated to it .

For me this was more erotic than any porn film. This went on for a few days, and my wife had no clue about it.

One day I had an idea. I searched in my home PC , for the sexy pictures of Anu which I had shot. I found the folder. It had many pictures of hers, including the one where she was masturbating with her vibrator. I made some prints of those pictures, put them in an envelope and kept them next to her clothes in the cupboard. To add to it , I also placed her vibrator next to the envelope.

Even while doing that, I was getting a hard on imagining what I would see on the cam later in the day.

I got ready quickly and left for office . Moment I was in my chamber, I put on the cam.
Normally, nothing happens till afternoon, but I didn't want to take any chance.
It was a long wait, but finally at about 3 pm I saw Gopal entering our room and opening the cupboard. My cock was throbbing with anticipation.
Minutes seems hours, as I kept looking at the webcam window impatiently. I had left home earlier than Anu and I could see she was getting ready to leave for her office. She took out her clothes from the cupboard and took them along with her to the bathroom. We have an attached bathroom to our bedroom. Everything seemed as usual as my wife disappeared into the bathroom. The window cam was empty and I was wishing that she would take her bath quickly and leave for office, so that Gopal could begin his sexual play. For a couple of minutes, I just kept staring the at the empty webcam window, when suddenly Gopal appeared in our bedroom. He started peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom. As he intently peered through the small opening, he maneuvered his cock of his trousers, not taking his eyes of the keyhole even for a moment. As his cock came into view I saw that he already had a hard on. That was pretty quick considering he had hardly spent a minute in front of the bathroom door.

My wife must be absolutely naked inside and our servant was seeing her like that. Till today he was using only her undergarments, but now he was also seeing her fully naked in real. He must have got emboldened seeing my wife's vibrator and photographs the previous day. Perhaps on realizing that my wife was a sexual being as well !
All these thoughts and the sight in my cam window, gave me a throbbing erection too. I begin to masturbate seeing our servant do the same as he watched my naked wife take her bath.


It did not take long for Gopal to cum. He wiped himself and went out of the room. After a few minutes , Anu appeared from the bathroom. She ofcourse had no clue what had happened while she was taking her bath. That our servant was watching her in the nude and masturbating.

In another fifteen minutes time she left for office.
Later that day, I saw Gopal masturbate two more times using her clothes. My wife must be really turning him on. And I could see his lust for Anu was growing by the day. And so was my voyeuristic fascination. I wasn't satisfied with seeing anymore, I wanted to hear too. I wanted to know if Gopal muttered anything about Anu, while cumming.

Later that night, I took out hardware manuals and instruction books. Somewhere I remembered having read that one could use a handycam as a webcam too.
Necessity is the ****** of invention, and because of my lust, I was slowly gathering a lot of knowledge about technical things. Till late that night , I kept reading the two computer books I had. I finally found the section which spoke of how to use the handycam as a webcam. Excited like *****, I immediately started testing my knowledge. It was almost past 2 am when I manged to successfully install the video camera as my webcam. Satisfied, I went to *****.

Next day too I left early for office, as I again wanted to see Gopal peep into the bathroom as my wife took her bath. I was even more excited this day, as I knew I could hear too.

The previous day repeated itself. Gopal watched my wife take her bath through the keyhole of the door and later after she left , he again masturbated on her clothes.
I could hear sounds too, but it was quite muffled. Gopal's moans did reach my ears, but the audio quality was bad and I couldn't understand anything he said while cumming, Though I was sure that he kept saying something, while he was cumming.

Later that night at home, I attached an external microphone to the computer. After doing a test I was sure that the audio quality would improve drastically because of the microphone. I took the wire from the behind the book shelf and and stuck the microphone on the bed in such a way that that it wouldn't be visible to anyone.

I was again early to office the next day. The office peon was surprised that I had regularly started coming early. Atleast due to this, I was giving the image of working hard !!

I turned the computer toward me. Even if anyone walked into my chamber no one would be able to see the images on the monitor. I waited eagerly for the videocam window to connect. I enabled sound too. However, seeing Anu lazily cleaning the bedroom, despite it being past 10 am, I realized it was a Saturday. On Saturdays she usually went late to office. I was a trifle disappointed as she wouldn't be taking her bath anytime soon. She had a broom in her hand and she was cleaning the bedroom.

contd.....
"Gopal, idhar aao" My wife called out for our servant.
(Gopal come here)

I was delighted to hear that this time the audio was very clear.

"Aaya memsaab" came the distant reply.
(Coming memsaab)

In a short moment, Gopal appeared in the room

"Gopal, tum us chair par chardke, upar waale cupboard se woh kitaabein neeche le aao" My wife told her "bahut dhool jam gaya hai"
(Gopal, bring climb onto the chair and bring down those books from the upper cupboard. Lot of dust has collected on them)

"Accha memsaab" Gopal replied and climbed onto the chair.

He reached out for a set of books, but my wife stopped him.
"Arey woh nahi, ukso rehne do" my wife instructed him "woh bagal waale kitab"
(Not those books, but the ones next to them)

Gopal fumbled with the books, as there were a lot of different piles of books and magazines in the loft.

He started pulling out a pile of magazines.

"Arey Gopal, magazines ko choro, uske bagal waale kitaab" my wife said in an irritated tone
(Gopal, leave the magazines, bring down the books besides the magazines)

"Woh hare or lal rang ke jo kitaab ....." Anu stopped short with her words and changed her plans. "Acha choro, Gopal tum neeche aa jao. Mein utaarti hoon"
(Those books with red and green cover... ok, forget it. You come down Gopal. I will bring down the books myself)

Gopal climbed down and my wife took his place on the chair.

"Chair ko theek se pakro" my wife ordered Gopal "hil raha hai"
(Hold the chair properly. Its shaking)
As Gopal held the chair tightly, my wife stretched up to reach for the books.
Anu was wearing a violet nightie . It wasn't too short or skimpy, but as she was stretching upwards, her nighitie was getting pulled upto slightly above her knees and her ass was jutting out tightly against the fabric of the nighty. Her panty was clearly outlined against the nightie. Atleast that's what I thought , from what I saw. It could be an aberration of the camera, but I was almost sure it was her panty outline.

As Anu tried reaching for the books, she didn't realise her ass was wriggling right in front of our servant's face
But ofcourse Gopal saw my wife's ass right in front of his face and it had an immediate effect on him. While he was holding the chair with one hand , he placed his free hand on his groin. I couldn't believe Gopal's guts. Anu was just a few feet away and she would freak out if she saw Gopal rubbing his groin. I was curious and anxious and my eyes were riveted on the webcam window.

Even through the webcam window I could see Gopal had a hard on. Anu was trying hard to reach for more books and that was making the chair wobble. Before she could steady herself , she lost her balance and slipped backward. Gopal reacted instantly and blocked her fall with both his hands.

It would have been a bad fall if Gopal hadn't help her up. My wife heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank you Gopal" she said still breathing hard. But within a fraction of second she realized Gopal's both hands were supporting her and were placed on her ass. This made her visibly embarrassed and she quickly got down the chair.

"Gopal, tum zara try karna" She said in an authoritative voice trying to get over the awkward moment " main tired ho gayi hoon"
Saying this she left the room, and Gopal climbed on the chair trying to finish the incomplete work.

Once in a while Anu would come to the bedroom and then go back to the other rooms, while Gopal went on with his work of bringing down the books.

To my dissapointment, she took her bath while Gopal was bringing down the books and only later even he must have realized the same. I could hear Anu call out for Gopal from the Kitchen. He got down from the chair and did as instructed.

The room was empty for a while and I couldn't see or hear anything, until I heard the main door being shut. Anu had left for office and needless to say I was disappointed.

But I had other plans. I was really getting obsessed with the cam thing.
On way home I bought a couple of long USB cables.

The next day was Sunday. I could not really expect anything to happen while I was at home. Gopal was a well-behaved servant , and we had always considered ourselves lucky to have such an obedient, timid and an efficient servant at home. His present behaviour was a complete surprise to me. I could never in my wildest dreams imagine him to be like this. However to my surprise I was not feeling angry but instead the whole situation was turning me on. Though, if Anu got even an inkling, she would fire him from the job. God knows, even hand him to the police. She was perfectly capable of that.

I wasn't expecting the weekdays to repeat itself on Sundays, but I had other plans !

I brought out the long USB cables from the packet and attached them. After joining them the length must have become atleast 10 metres . Then I took out the webcam and placed it in a small cardboard box and cut a small hole in one of its sides for the lense to stick out. Once in place, I taped the camera onto the box from inside, so that it wouldnt move or get displaced. Satisfied, I brought out my laptop and attached it to the webcam with the long cable. I connected the laptop to the net through the landline at home and tested the webcam. It worked. The test run was successful. Now it was time to put the webcamera in the right place and I waited for an opportune moment.


As Anu entered the bathroom to take her shower I sent Gopal to go to the market to buy a magazine, just a pretext to have him out of the house. The door closed and I got into action. I went to the kitchen and started scanning for a proper place where I could keep the webcam, without it being noticed. The cupboard on top of the kitchen window seemed to be an ideal place, as I could easily take out the cable from the window, without it being conspicuous. I climbed onto a chair and placed the camera in a corner on top of the cupboard and surrounded it with boxes and bottles in an attempt to camaflouge the camera. And after pulling the cable out of the window, I moved to the drawing room. I stretched out and pulled in the other end of the cable. I was just hoping Anu wouldn't finish her bath before I was through with my work.

I brought the cable upto the cabinet where the music system was kept and deftly slithered it through the hole meant for electrical wirings to enter the cabinet. I pulled into the cabinet as much of the cable I could and then attached it to the laptop. I did the same with the phone cable and placed the laptop inside the cabinet.

My work was done !

I was feeling like a little boy, excited by his new toys. Anu finishes her bath in another few minutes and Gopal too returned with the magazine.

I informed Anu that I needed the telephone cable to test my laptop, so it wont be working the whole day. She had her mobile so she didn't really feel a need for the landline.

I was anxiously waiting for the day to get over. Monday did finally appear.

Before leaving for my office I connected the laptop to the net and yahoo messenger.

The kitchen and bedroom was now under the surveillance of my eyes.

The first thing on reaching office was to connect my office PC to yahoo messenger.
I was hoping the laptop, which was connected through landline wouldn't have disconnected by now.

As Yahoo Messenger got connected I saw two of my own ID's online, one from my personal PC in the bedroom and the other from my laptop.

Excited I sat down on the chair, keeping an eye on the monitor. I requested for cameras of the both the Ids to be connected. Two windows popped up, but only one connected, the other was dark. I was disappointed. I had to see the cams one by one.

The bedroom was empty. I waited for a few minutes and then disconnected the bedroom cam and connected the one in the kitchen. Both Gopal and Anu were in the kitchen.

Anu was wearing a nightie, which she usually wears at home.

Though, I couldn't hear anything I could make out she was giving instructions to Gopal on how to cook a particular dish.

Gopal was standing closeby and just nodding, obedient and silent as ever.

In a few minutes, Anu left the kitchen. I hurriedly changed cams and connected the one in the bedroom. I preferred the cam in the bedroom as it had audio too, being a video camera.

Anu opened one of the cupboards and took out few of her clothes. She was going for her bath and then would leave for her office. This was her daily routine.

The room was empyy for around 10 minutes, until Anu again appeared in the bedroom after her bath. She was wearing the same wet nightie and her head was wrapped in a towel. She took out the towel and further dried her hair with it. Her neatly ironed sari, petticoat , blouse and bra were kept on the bed. She stepped out of her nightie and was standing stark naked in the room . I could clearly see her in the cam., though needless to say, I have seen her naked a few thousand times before this !
She picked up her black panty and wore it, followed by the petticoat and the black bra. As she was wearing her blouse I could see in the cam window, a slight movement at the other end of the room. The door had opened slightly. Maybe Anu hadn't shut the door tightly and it was moving in the breeze. But on a closer look I noticed some movement behind the door. As I realized what was happening, my dick stood up in arousal. Gopal was peeping from behind the door and looking at my wife changing. I could never imagine Gopal would become so bold.

My wife was oblivious to Gopal's gaze as she straightened the dark coloured blouse over her upper arms. She stepped in front of the mirror as started to wrap the sari around her. She seemed satisfied the way the pleats of the sari was falling into place, when suddenly a very alarmed look swept across her face. She turned around and hurriedly threw one end of the sari over her shoulder as she almost ran towards the door . With a jerk she pulled open the door and saw Gopal standing behind it. My heartbeat raced nervously at the new turn of events. Gopal hadn't taken into account that his reflection could be seen on the mirror, and was about to pay a price for it.


Gopal, yahan kya kar rahe ho" My wife asked him loudly and angrily, suspecting that Gopal might have been peeping.
("Gopal what are you doing here ? ")

"memsaab, main kuch nahi kar raha tha" Gopal replied shakily "Main bas aapse poochne .."
("Mam I was not doing anything, just wanted to ask ...")

But before Gopal could complete his sentence, my wife flew into a rage as her eyes fell on his unzipped trousers.

"Get outl" my wife screamed at him at the top of her voice. I had never seen her so angry.

I don't know how much of the english Gopal understood, but he definitely new he was in a very tight spot. He hung his head low. He knew my wife had clearly realized what he was upto.


"Tumahari yeh himmat, abhi, issi waqt ghar se nikal jao" She shouted as she angrily pointed her hand towards the main door.
( "you dare do this, get out of the house at this very moment")

"memsaab maaf kar dijiye, main kuch nahin kar raha tha" Gopal tried to defend himself
("Mam please forgive, I wasn't doing anything")

His denial angered my wife even more.
"aur ek shabd nahi" She said almost shaking in anger "baadme aake saab se apna piase le lena"
("not one more word. And come later and take your dues from master (i.e. me)" )

"memsaab, aise mat kijiye" He pleaded
(Mam please don't do like this)

But the more he spoke, the more it seemed to infuriate my wife.

"Haan, mujhe aisa nahi karna chahiye" She said with sarcasm "tumahre jaise badmash ko chorna nahi chahiye, police ko hand over karna chahiye"
(Yes, I should not do like this. A ruffian like you shouldn't be let off, you should be handed over to the police)

I was not sure whether she meant to really implement her threats. If need ever arose, she was the kind to leave that to me. But I guess she was too angry to wait for me to return.

"Abhi call karti hoon police ko" She said as she walked upto the phone.
("I'll call the police now")

Gopal was panic-stricken.

"Memsaab meri zindagi barbaad mat kijiye" he pleaded again in trembling voice.
("Mam please don't ruin my life")
But my wife had made up her mind and walked upto the phone. Gopal followed her, and started pleading again

"Memsaab, mujhe ek mauka dijiye. Aapko galat faimi ho rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi kiya. Police ko mat call kijiye"
("Mam, give me one chance. You are mistaken, I have done nothing wrong. Don't call the police")

She didn't care what he was saying, as he kept repeating himself

"Memsaab maine koi chori ya aisa koi galti nahi ki hai , ki aap police bulaa rahin hain"
("mam, I have not committed any theft or such a wrong deed that you are calling the police)

"Galti, nahi ki hai ?" She repeated mockingly " haan galti humne ki hai tumhare jaise badmaash ko ghar main rakhke"
("You have not done anything wrong ?? Yes, its we who have done wrong , by keeping a ruffian like you at home")


Saying this she reached out with her hand to pick up the receiver. But before she could do so, Gopal held onto the phone.

"Memsaab, aap aisa nahi kar sakti, aap bina baat mera zindagi barabad kar rahi hain" He said imploringly and in a trembling voice. Fear of the future, was writ large on his face
("Mam, you cant do this. Without a reason you are going to ruin my life")

But hearing him repeatedly deny his misdeed, and seeing him holding onto the receiver, further enraged Anu.

"Naukar hoke tumhari yeh himmat" She was boiling with anger. "Phone neeche rakho"
("Being a servant you have such guts. Keep the phone down immediately")

Gopal did as ordered

My wife started dialing a number, most likely to the nearby police station. I didn't know what she was going to complain. Gopal kept staring for a second or two and then on an impulse, he lunged forward and snatched the phone away from my wife's hands.

My wife had a look of disbelief on her face at what Gopal had done. She seemed so angry that she couldn't even speak and slapped Gopal on his face.

The slap shocked Gopal. He put his hand on the cheek where he got slapped.

I was a mute spectator to the proceedings in my own house. I was riveted to the cam window. It was almost like watching a movie, only that it was happening in real and my wife was involved in it.

"Tumhe dus saal ke liye jail bhijwaoongi" my wife screamed."Abhi ghar se nikal jao"
(I will get you imprisoned for ten years. Right now, you get out of the house)

Gopal didn't react to her words, but just stood there. He wasn't pleading or imploring anymore, but stood there silently holding his cheek.

"Bola na, abhi nikal jao, yahan khade kya ho" My wife repeated again, but this time a bit shakily, rather than angrily. I could sense fear in her voice. I was not able to see Gopal's face, but she could.
("I told you to get out of the house. What are you standing here for ?")
Gopal still didn't react and stood silently. And then suddenly he pulled hard at the phone bringing the phone wires off the wall. He pulled a few more times and the wire snapped.

This brought out a scream from my wife – a scream of fear. But not for long as Gopal jumped towards her and covered her mouth.

My wife's muffled sounds were coming through his hands as she struggled to set herself free from his grip.

Seeing this turn of events, I was suddenly afraid. I had never ever felt threatened by Gopal, but now I was very concerned about my wife's well being.


Anu was violently moving sideways, trying to free herself. By now our servant had gripped her with both his hands. Though he wasn't big made, he was clearly much stronger than my wife.

I was contemplating calling the police myself, when I noticed that in the tussle, my wife's loosely worn sari had slipped down from her shoulder, exposing her blouse


And it didn't escape Gopal's notice either. Though I couldn't see his face, as his back was facing me by now, I could see his head had dropped lower as if looking at my wife's bosom.

Taking advantage of Gopal's momentarily loosened grip, Anu tried to scream for help but was silenced by a slap from Gopal. I was in a state of confusion. On one hand, my wife's exposed blouse in front of our servant was turning me on, but on the other hand his audacity to hurt my wife was making my ***** boil with anger. If I were there, I would have surely thrashed Gopal. I was considering whether I should rush home or call the police.

Tears were rolling down my wife's cheeks as the slap had subdued my wife's scream to a whimper.

"Tum... tum chale jao, main pp..police ko nahi boloongi. Koi complaint nai karoongi. Bas abhi tum chale jao, mujhe tang mat karo" Anu pleaded with him
("Please go away. I wont call the police or make any complaint. Just dont harrass me now")

My wife was so helpless and I was feeling the same.

"Let me lay my hands on Gopal and I will **** him for sure" I thought angrily.

"Ek thapad diya to seedhi ho gayi hai na , saali randi" Gopal barked
("You have straightened after the slap, you whore")
"Gopal, tumhe achanak kya ho gaya hai" my wife said "Please abhi chale jao. Main haath jorti hoon"
("Gopal, whats suddenly happened to you. I am telling you with folded hands to go away")

Experiencing an authorative and superior position for the first time, Gopal seemed to be enjoying it . He placed his hands on my wife's blouse covered breasts, which instantly Anu pushed it away and began to scream for help.

"Bachao..ba..." But before she could finish her cries for help, a hard slap threw her against the wall.

"Saali randi, chilayegee to galaa kaat doonga" Gopal warned menacingly.
("You whore, if you scream I will slit your throat")

I could never imagine the usually soft spoken Gopal could turn out to be so dangerous and intimidating.
Her body seemed to going weak with fear, as she began to slump against the wall. She was trying to stick close to it, as if wanting to merge with the wall and not be seen.

Gopal took a step forward towards my wife and held her by her hair. My wife's grimaced with pain and she tried to unsuccessfully pull her hair away from his grip.

He began to drag my wife with her hair, as extreme pain was visible on her awkwardly bent face.

After pulling her close to the bed , Gopal pushed her onto it with a strong shove.

My wife fell on the bed hard on her back.

"Gopal , kya kar rahe ho ?" My wife asked very alarmed sensing his intentions." Tum paagal ho gaye ho kya"
("Gopal, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?")

Till now my wife was thinking that Gopal was furious and wanted to hit her and didn't imagine that he would try anything more. She couldn't imagine that the Gopal would ever try to **** her, but the reality was dawning on her now.

Anu began to widly lash out with her legs and hands.
Choro mujhe, Choro mujhe" my wife kept screaming and she tried to kick him.
("Leave me, leave me")

Unable to control her, Gopal hit her with a flurry of hard slaps.

Even I winced at the ferocity of the slaps. It must have pained her a lot . But somehow I was frozen and glued to the cam, neither able to rush home, nor call the police.

But I was surprised to see my wife was still not giving up and was putting up a strong fight . However, it only invited even more harder slaps from Gopal, almost like punches.
The ***** of the slaps felled her to the bed, crying and whimpering.

"Please, Gopal, Pleease Gopal, chordo mujhe, chordo mujhe" My wife pleaded amid her sobs, as she lay collapsed on her back on the bed.
("Please Gopal, please leave me")

"Kuch kiya to sahab (that's me) tumhe nahin chorenge" My wife added her own bit of threat as she struggled to raise herself off the bed.
("If you do anything , my husband will not spare you")

But her pleas and threats fell on deaf ears. Gopal was like a man possessed. I could see madness and lust in his eyes.

Before my wife could lift herself off the bed, Gopal climbed onto the bed and and on top of my wife, with his legs on either side of my wife's thighs. Seeing Gopal get closer to implementing his evil intentions, she again began to fight back with all her strength. This time she slapped him on his face and then tried to hurt his groin with her knees. But it didn't have much of an impact on Gopal except angering him further. And I almost predicted his reaction - hard slaps and punches. Though hurt and and in pain, my wife kept throwing punches at Gopal, very well knowing it would be inviting violent retaliation. I was amazed to see her courage and will to fight. But Gopal was in no mood to give in either. He used all his ***** to pin her legs and hands down to the bed. Unable to move, Anu began to wildy lash her head to and fro, making Gopal's progress difficult. He left her hands free for a moment and punched her hard across the face. I am sure that kind of ***** would have knocked me out too. For Gopal, it seemed to have the desired effect, as for a few seconds my wife appeared to have been stunned into silence. She was unable to even move, let alone resist. I could see ***** trickling down my wife's chin from her lips. The sight made me feel very guilty – that I was just watching it all happen and did nothing. But as I said , I was frozen and glued to the camera window.

Anu kept sobbing as Gopal leered at her lustfully. With one swift violent move of his hand he tore away her blouse exposing her white bra. The sudden jerk made my wife cry out loudly while trying to hold on to the torn blouse. By now, Gopal was sitting on my wife's pelvic region and had her well bound under him. With both her hands , she was covering her chest and holding the shreds of the blouse. Gopal tried hard but could not manage to push away her hands. He slapped her a few times . I could even hear the ringing sounds of the slaps. She still didn't let go and Gopal went on hitting her. Each slap brought out loud spasmic cries of pain from my wife. The exhaustion and pain made my wife's hands go limp as Gopal snatched away the blouse. My wife's body again jerked up in pain, as he tried to tear away the bra too, without unhooking it.

"Pleaase no, please noooo" my wife managed a weak plea amid her constant crying.

My wife was lying on the bed with ample areas of her waist, stomach and chest exposed, to the gaze of our servant, except the bra covering her breasts. So eager was Gopal's to get a feel my wife's breasts, that even without taking off her bra he started pressing them. He would have been pressing quite rough and hard, as more sounds of pain escaped my wife's mouth. This was the first direct assault on my wife's body, which she had so far so carefully protected from the gaze, let alone touch of any other person but me. She was known in her family and professional circle as a very dignified and reserved person.

Anu couldn't bear the feel of another man touching her like that and she tried to push away his hand from her body, but not with much success. And Gopal seemed to be enjoying Anu's resistance and discomfort. He had a devlish smile as he kept pressing her breasts. Helpless, my wife's sobs turned into loud tearful crying. This seemed to increase Gopal's pleasure. He brought his face down to my wife's bra covered breasts and started sucking one of the breasts through the fabric of the bra itself .
My wife tried pushing his head away, but instead Gopal without raising his face from her breasts, pushed her face away with his left hand and kept it pressed against the bed.
Then with a deft movement of his right hand he unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Now my wife's entire upper body, including her ample fair breasts, was bare naked below Gopal. He quickly removed his own shirt too and placed his entire weight on her body . His bare chest rested on my wife's semi-naked body crushing her breasts with his body weight. My wife tried to desperately wriggle away, but Gopal was too strong for her. He started rubbing his chest in circular motion on my wife's upper body. The look on my wife's face was one of complete revulsion, hate and helplessness. She kept trying to push him off and even punched his back with her hands, but it didn't seem to make any impact on him. She was crying relentlessly. Gopal dragged himself a little lower and took one of my wife's nipple in his mouth. This made my wife pull Gopal away holding his hair. It must have hurt him this time as he winced in pain and sat upright. He was glaring angrily at her.

"Sali, kutiya , sali randi" Gopal ****** my wife as he slapped her hard on her face. The impact made my wife's face swing away to the opposite side.

Angrily he tugged at the the rest of her clothes . My wife held his hands as he was trying to remove her sari.

"Gopal, main bheek mangti hoon, mukhe chordo" my wife pleaded "please, aisa mat karo. Mera zindagi barbaad mat karo"
("Gopal, I beg you, please leave. Don't do this . Don't spoil my life")
Gopal was like a predator who was in no mood to leave his prey. Indeed my wife looked like a helpless prey as Gopal pushed away my wife's hand, but my wife clung on to her sari. Gopal tried hard but she wouldn't. Irritated, he slapped my wife hard again. The impact of the slap made her loosen her grip on her sari. The slap was hard and she was in a temporary daze. Gopal took advantage of the moment, and pulled her sari down leaving her only in her petticoat. I have to admit that my wife looked very sexy and sumptuous lying like that on the bed. Hurriedly, Gopal tried to pull away her petticoat too, but by then my wife was again resisting our servant's attempts to strip her.

"Pleeeeaseeeeee Noooo" My wife begged in vain to Gopal

"Haath hataa kutiya, aaj main tujhe apna randi banaoonga" ordered Gopal.
("Remove your hands bitch, I will make you my whore today")

"Nooo Noooooo..." Anu's pleas were drowned by the ringing sounds of another slap. And another. He slapped her two-three times contiuously, leaving my wife shocked, unable to speak, only shaking spasmodically in jerky sobs. She was crying non-stop all through the ordeal.

Despite my curiousity, I was feeling terribly angry with Gopal for handling her so ********.

Very roughly, Gopal pulled out the petticoat through her legs and feet. The sight of seeing Anu's naked smooth fair body, only clad in a panty, seemed to suddenly drive Gopal crazy. He dropped his pants and underwear in a record speed. By the time my wife realized, he was standing in front of the bed totally naked. Anu tried to get up, but he instantly pushed her back on the bed **********, and literally jumped on her. She was buried under him. I couldn't see her properly, but could hear her muffled crying.
I could see Gopal's right hand move lower down to his pelvic region. He was gyrating his groin on top of my wife's and with the help of his hand he pulled her panty down to her knees and with his leg he pushed it further down to her ankle. My wife was absolutely helpless and unseen under Gopal's body. With a final flick of his toes, Gopal pushed her panty away from her feet onto the bed. Now both Gopal and my wife were stark naked, bodies crushed against each other, and the only sounds heard were of my wife crying. Anu's hands were trying to push him away from top of her, but he was much heavier and stronger for her delicate hands.

With a sense of urgency, Gopal parted my wife's legs with his legs and then arched his pelvic upward, as if to position himself correctly. He lifted the middle of his body in the air and at that moment I saw penis. I was shocked. It was massive - much bigger than mine, though whole body size wise he was smaller than me. But I was more shocked when I realized he was preparing to enter my wife. Normally during our lovemaking we have a lot of foreplay and that lubricates my wife's vagina. But I was sure my wife's vagina must be dry now and will hurt badly, if Gopal tries to enter her unlubricated with his massive penis.

While pinning down my wife's hands with his hands, Gopal lowered his pelvic region back onto her, until his penis was right in front my wife's vagina. My wife was going on crying fitfully and pleading with a muffled voice. I could sense she had become very weak physically with all the struggle and resistance.

Suddenly with a heavy powerful push Gopal entered my wife, making her scream out in extreme pain
My wife was almost delirious with pain. She was alternating between loud screams of agony and muffled incoherent pleas, as Gopal continued to push deeper into Anu's vagina. Tears were trickling down her cheek. I was feeling very sorry for her. I was wondering whether after witnessing the ******* of my wife like a mute spectator, would I be able to forgive myself ?

Gopal was merciless and ruthless, as he thrust his cock hard into my wife's vagina. But it was refusing to go in easily, compelling Gopal to use all his brute *****. And each thrust brought out heart wrenching screams from my wife. Gopal didn't seem to bother much about Anu's pain rather he was busy satisfying his ********* lust. When he finally penetrated my wife's vagina completely, he pulled it out with equal ferocity making my wife gasp. And without a second's rest he thrust his cock right back into her vagina – with even greater speed and *****. Anu screamed in pain.

It was too late for me to leave for home or call the police. And anyway calling the police when the deed has been done would serve no purpose but only cause more embarrassment. I kept watching.

Slowly, the speed and frequency of entering and withdrawing his cock from my wife's vagina kept increasing, like the piston of a steam engine. My wife's body too was moving up and down the bed with each thrust of his cock. Though her eyes were closed , tears were still trickling down from them. She was tighly holding the blanket on the bed with a clenched fist as she kept crying and groaning in pain.

Gopal's face was moving up and down over Anu's face, as his cock went in and out of her. My wife clinched her fist even tighter as Gopal kept violently ravaging my wife. I was just hoping she wouldn't faint or anything like that, as for a long time she hadn't opened her eyes. Her painful groans and pleas were getting more and more muffled whereas Gopal was getting more and more loud and vocal

"Ahhh...uhhhh..oooohhh...ahhhh..uhhh..mmm" Gopal was huffing and puffing as his body movement got into a rhythm

"ahhh, ohhh, Kya choot hai teri, meri randi" he panted out lewdly "kya chudti hai tu.....ooohhhhh"
("What a pussy you have. How nicely you **** !")
"ahhhh...Mazaa aa raha hai naa ab saali ?.... aaahhhh" he asked my wife, who was in no position to reply and just kept her eyes closed.
(" arent you now enjoying it, bitch?" )

"mmmmm....abey saali bol, mazaa aa raha hai na ?" he went on "ohhhhh.....teri choot ras se kitna bheeg gaya hai"
("c'mon bitch tell me , arent you enjoying it? You pussy is so wet now !")

I couldn't believe my ears. No way my wife could be getting wet by this brute's ****ing. He surely must be just going on an imaginative vicarious trip to satisfy himself.

Not getting a reply, Gopal started pumping his cock even harder, bringing out groans from my wife. Gopal smiled .

"Accha lag raha hai na ?" Gopal asked in between his heavy breaths.
("arent you liking it ?")

Gopal just wouldn't give up. He was mistaking my wife's groans of pain, as signs of pleasure.

Still getting no reply, Gopal completely withdrew his cock out of her. My wife gasped as Gopal's massive cock completely moved out of her body. But then something which caught my eye, surprised me. As Gopal's cock moved out, Anu's pelvic region arched upwards trying to not let go off his cock !! Atleast it seemed so. Bu, It couldn't be, I thought. My eyes and Gopal's words must be playing tricks on me. I watched on

Then Gopal placed the tip of his cock back on the entrance of my wife's pussy, but instead of entering it he stayed still and waited. But he didn't have to wait for long, as within a fraction of a second, my wife's pussy as a reflex action, seemed to push itself upwards towards Gopal's cock and taking a bit of it inside. Gopal looked very pleased at what happened, but I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. Was my wife's body out of her control, was it reacting on its own to Gopal's cock ? As I was thinking I saw Gopal push the rest of his cock into my wife's pussy with a single powerful thrust. In an instant his cock completely disappeared into my wife's pussy, bring out a loud moan from her.

I was dumbfounded by what I saw.

As Gopal increased his pace, Anu's moans also got louder and more frequent.

"ahhhhhh,...ohhhhhhhhh..ahhhhh...ohhhhh" my wife kept rambling

"Mera lund kaise lag raha hai ?" Gopal asked with a wicked smile
("You liking my cock ?" )

I was sure she couldn't be enjoying such a big cock. It must be tearing her vagina. Gopal is just imagining things in his mind. And moreover, Anu was never comfortable with even a bit of dirty talking, let alone the filthly lewd language of this illiterate brute.

But when I saw my wife's pelvic region going up and down to meet each thrust of Gopal's cock I was unsure. She wasn't lying still the way she was a few minutes before, but now her body was moving, in rhythm with Gopal's.
Maybe its just the reflex action of her body, I reasoned. I was sure, her mind must be hating it. She must be repulsed by this beast on top of her.

Anu was holding the blanket very tightly in her fist by now, almost crushing it.

"Memsaab, aankh kholo" Gopal urged my wife..
("Madam, open your eyes")

My wife was surprised he used the word 'memsaab" again and she opened her eyes. Gopal's face was right on top of her, just a few inches separated them.

Moment her eyes were fully open, Gopal began to thrust his cock harder and faster into her pussy brining out gasps and moans from her. She begin to close her eys perhaps not comfortable meeting our servant's gaze.

"Aankh mat band karo, memsaab" Gopal instructed as he pushed hard into her.
("don't close your eyes's madam)

I was surprised again when she heeded Gopal's instruction and kept her eyes open.

Gopal was looking straight into her eyes, but she was avoiding his direct stare.

"ohhhhhh....memsaab....ahhhhhh" Gopal gurgled as he thrust hard.
He kept calling out to my wife as "memsaab" and would thrust hard each time he called her so. It became a pattern. Gopal seemed to be enjoying calling my wife so, while ****ing her, but astonishingly, it seemed to effect my wife too.

Everytime he called her so, Anu would look at him directly into his eyes. After a point she didn't take her eyes away at all. As my wife and our servant ****ed, they kept staring into each other's eyes. She had a glazed look, and everytime she groaned her mouth would open into an "O" shape. I must confess, seeing her like that was giving me a raging hard on.

Seeing my wife like that, Gopal too got very keyed up. He pulled himself back a bit and raised my wife's legs on either side of his shoulders. He started ramming his cock into her pussy as fast as he could, while holding her leg up, pointing towards the ceiling.
This new position made my wife squirm and wriggle. Unable to assimilate the new sensations she bit her lips and wound her legs across Gopal's neck.

She was groaning loudly and by now I was certain those were sounds of pleasure, not pain. I should have felt jealous and angry at seeing my wife enjoying sex with another man , that too with our servant, but instead, I was aroused like hell. I had to masturbate ! Making sure that the door to my chamber was locked, I took out my cock and began to jerk off.

By now Gopal had again lowered himself, but didn't reduce the speed or ***** of his thrusts. My wife was by now out of control of her senses and shamelessly moaned with pleasure, looking into our servant's eyes.

"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh memsaab" Gopal moaned "memsaaaaaaab"
("ohhhhhhhh madam")

"ohhhhhh...haaaaaan...gopal" my wife responded as she placed both her arms on his shoulders.
("yesssssss Gopal")

This was her first words and response to Gopal. My cock stirred and throbbed seeing this sexual union, seeing my wife in the throes of pleasure.
"ohhhhhhhh...memsaab , mera lund se chudna achcha lag raha hai ?" Gopal asked
("madam you like to get ****ed by my cock ?")

"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......haaaaan..." my wife replied in between her heavy moaning and panting
("ohhhhhhhhh yesssss")

The depraved conversation was making precum ooze from my cock

"ohhhhhhhhhhhh.....mmmmmmmm memsaab mera ras nikalne wala hai" Gopal announced
("ohhh madam, my semen is about to come out")


"ahhhhhhhh cum in me" Anu replied in English which Gopal most likely wouldn't have understood , however I did !

How come my wife was allowing Gopal to cum inside her womb ?? She was not protected ! Strange are the ways of lust.

Her permission for Gopal to cum inside her brought me to the brink of my own orgasm !!


"main chod raha hoon tumhe memsaab" Gopal stated the fact to heighten his arousal, and without realizing even my wife's.
(I am ****ing you madam !")

"Haaannnn.... **** me Gopal" Anu replied again in English


"tum meri randi ho, memsaab ?" Gopal asked my wife
("madam are you my whore?")

"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..haan, Gopal" my wife replied in the affirmative as her own breathing quickened. I could see Anu too was approaching an orgasm.
("ohhhhh yess, Gopal")
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mera ras nikal raha haiii..mmmmmm ... tere choot ke andar...ahhhhhhhhhhh" Gopal announced his orgasm and held my wife tightly.
(" my semen is flowing out into you")

Anu began to shudder too. Gopal realized he had brought my wife to an orgasm. Very pleased he put his lips on my wife's and began to kiss her. My wife responded enthusiastically and they both began to kiss, lick , suck, almost devour each other lips, mouths and tongues.

Their bodies were intertwined , his cock inside my wife's pussy and lips locked tightly. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Even I began to ejaculate cum all over my office table.

Both their orgasms went on and on as they just wouldn't stop kissing . But eventually their never ending orgasms came to an end too. Gopal just lay still on my wife for a while and then rolled off. I could see Gopal's semen leaking out of my wife's pussy.

Gopal spoke first.

"Kya mast choot hai tera" Gopal said in his typical crass language,with a naughty smile "mazaa aa gaya"
("What sexy pussy you have. I really enjoyed")

Anu didn't say anything, but just covered her naked body with a blanket.

"Abhi kya sharmati hai?" Gopal said with a laugh " maine sab dekha bhi ,aur chakha bhi"
("now why are you shy ? I have seen everything and tasted everything")

My wife didn't reply to this either and lay silently covered under the blanket.

I was surprised again. She had suddenly changed after her orgasm. Now she didn't seem to be liking his crass language anymore.

"Kya hua memsaab ?" Gopal asked as he removed her blanket
("What happened madam?")
Anu tried to hold on to the blanket but she was too late. Once the blanket was removed I could see, my wife lay cuddled up in a ****** position. And I could hear some sniffling sounds. My wife was crying !

"Ro rahi hai ?!" Gopal exclaimed.
("you are crying ?")

And then he laughed.

"Maine yeh kya kiya ?" lamented my wife in tears
("Oh, what have I done ?")

"Maloom nahin kya ?" Gopal said mockingly "tunhe apne nauker se chudwai !"
("You don't know what you did ?!! You got yourself ****ed by your servant !")

"mukhe akela chor do" my wife said
("Leave me alone, please")

Gopal laughed again. "pehele to randi jaise chudwai , ab sati savitri banti hai!"
("First you **** like a whore, now you behave like a saint!")
"Abi jaa raha hoon memsaab, khaanaa banane fir aa jaoonge" Gopal said authoritatively
("I am going now, madam,. but I will be back to cook food")

"Gopal .....err hmm....tum naya naukri dhoond sakte ho? My wife asked "abhi jo hua, uske baad tumhara yahan kaam karna, mujhe theek nahi lagega"
("Gopal can you look for a new job? After what happened now, it will be awkward for me if you continue to work here")

"Sonch lo, shayad aapko mera lund baadme jaroorat parh jaaye" Gopal laughed mockingly
("you think it over. Maybe you might require my cock later!")


"Theek se baat karo. Jo hua, so hua, magar iska matlab yeh nahi hai ki tum mera saath aise baat kar sakte ho" Anu reprimanded him
("Speak properly to me. Just because what happened now, doesn't mean you can talk in such language with me")

"hmmm....chalta hoon memsaab" Gopal said and left .
("hmmm..ok madam, I am leaving now")

As she heard the door shut behind Gopal, she was left alone with her thoughts. Slowly it the happenings of the day began to sink into her. She couldn't believe she let is happen. Not just the ****, but that she enjoyed it. Tear drops again rolled down her cheek as she blankly stared at the wall. After a while she got up to take a bath, to cleanse herself from the memories of her depraved act.

Une petite exhibition dans Paris



Voici une histoire 100 % vraie qui m'est arrivée à Paris il y a quelques années.

J'avais rencontré un mec sur internet. Il habitait la place d'Italie.
J'étais seul ce soit là, ma femme et mes enfants étant en vacances en province et moi resté dans la capitale pour le travail. Passif, soumis et exhib, j'aime porter des dessous de femme et des talons aiguille. Certes pas complètement travesti : je n'aime pas porter perruque et je reste cul et queue à l'air dans mes expéditions.

Le mec habitait une des tours situées au-dessus du centre commercial de la place d'Italie. Je devais le rejoindre en guêpière, porte-jarretelles, bas résille et talons aiguille, absolument rien d'autre sur moi et l'appeler quand je serais en bas de la tour.

Je suis arrivé en tenue et en voiture et me suis garé dans une petite rue de l'autre côté de l'avenue d'Italie. Il était environ 1 heure du matin. On était en été et l'air était doux.
Je suis sorti de ma voiture après avoir bien observé les environs. Per***ne. J'ai commencé à marcher vers l'avenue d'Italie. Jusque-là pas de problème. Mais ensuite il allait falloir traverser l'avenue, toujours fréquentée quelle que soit l'heure.

Je suis entré dans une cabine téléphonique en attendant un trou dans la circulation. Un homme est passé à proximité et s'est approché de la cabine. Je me suis retourné rapidement et il n'a pas vu que j'étais un homme. Mais la vue de mon cul nu l'a fait hésiter. Finalement il a poursuivi *** chemin. J'ai traversé rapidement l'avenue, heureusement vide de voitures et j'ai gravi le petit escalier qui monte au-dessus du centre commercial.

Arrivé en bas de la tour, dont de nombreuses fenêtres étaient encore éclairées, j'ai appelé le mec pour lui demander comment entrer dans la tour.
Il m'a ordonné de rester un moment dehors et de me doigter, bien en vue sous un réverbère, tandis qu'il me regarderait depuis *** appartement.
Je me suis exécuté et me suis penché en avant, écartant bien les jambes et les fesses sous la lumière crue du lampadaire et j'ai commencé à me doigter, un doigt, puis deux puis trois. J'étais très excité de faire la salope de la sorte, en plein Paris.

Soudain, un jeune couple rentrant chez lui est passé à une dizaine de mètres. Devais-je prendre mes jambes à mon cou et essayait de déguerpir avec mes talons aiguille? J'ai finalement décidé de rester, la croupe tournée vers eux, et j'ai continué à me doigter. Après qu'ils soient entrés dans la tour, j'ai rappelé le mec mais il m'a dit de continuer. Dix minutes plus tard, j'ai vu une voiture de police passer lentement sur l'avenue. De toute évidence, le jeune couple avait appelé le commissariat du 13e tout proche.

J'ai rappelé le mec dans la plus grande anxiété. Il avait vu la voiture de police et m'a donné le code d'entrée et l'étage. J'ai foncé aussi vite que possible dans le hall de l'immeuble et appelé un ascenseur. Là, nouveau problème : si l'ascenseur qui descendait était rempli, j'aurais l'air fin. Le cœur battant je suis resté sur place : pas moyen de m'éclipser ailleurs avec la police dehors. Finalement la porte s'est ouverte : per***ne dans l'ascenseur.

Je suis monté jusqu'à l'étage indiqué et là j'ai dû traverser le couloir en rampant à 4 pattes jusqu'à une porte entr'ouverte. Finalement, après avoir reçu une très forte fessée, j'ai passé un moment agréable dont je ne me souviens pourtant plus des détails tant ce qui a précédé m'est resté gravé dans la mémoire!

Hélène la gendarmette


Hélène, jeune gendarmette de vingt cinq ans est mutée à la caserne de St Martin.
C'est une très belle femme, pacsée depuis quatre ans.
Ce jour là, elle porte une convocation à Stéphanie, pour outrage à agent. Elle est accompagnée de Jean, *** coéquipier. Elle est vêtue d'une jupe bleue marine, et d'une chemise bleu ciel.
Stéphanie est une Roumaine de trente cinq ans, lutteuse bien connue chez les amateurs.
-Est-ce que je peux voir Stéphanie, demande Hélène à l'entrée.
-Elle est à la salle de massage, reprend la femme.
Hélène pousse la porte, Jean reste devant, se contentant de surveiller par le hublot.
Apparemment, le ton monte. Les deux femmes ***t séparées par la table de massage.
-C'est parce qu'on est des étrangers, que vous vous en prenez à nous? demande Stéphanie en colère.
-Oh, oh, ne le prenez pas sur ce ton, répond Hélène, on est pas à la caserne ici. On est entre quatre yeux, ok?
-Et alors, çà veux dire quoi? Demande Stéphanie.
-Cà veux dire que si tu ne baisses pas d'un ton, je vais te voler dans les plumes.
-J'aimerais bien voir çà, sourit Stéphanie.
Hélène se jette par dessus la table, et essaie d'attraper Stéphanie. Dans un réflexe, Stéphanie saisit les poignets de Hélène, et roule sous la table en la tirant avec elle.
Hélène s'est piégée toute seule. Ses jambes d'un côté de la table, *** ventre et ses seins sur la table, ses mains et sa tête de l'autre côté en partie sous la table. Très mauvaise posture.
Stéphanie, placée sous la table, a la situation en main. Un sourire éclaire *** visage.
"Et si je me tapais ma première gendarmette, se dit-elle"
-Lâche moi, ordonne Hélène. Tu vas voir la rouste que je vais te mettre.
Imperturbable, Stéphanie passe une main entre les cuisses de Hélène, écarte le string, et lui caresse la chatte.
Hélène fait des écarts de côté pour échapper à l'assaut. Hélas, les doigts ***t maintenant encrés dans le vagin.
-Petite conne, s'énerve Hélène, je vais te tuer.
Stéphanie retire ses mains, et les montes sur les hanches de Hélène. Elle fait glisser la fermeture éclair de la jupe, et progressivement, la tire vers le sol. Le string suit le même chemin.
Hélène a maintenant ses fesses et sa chatte à l'air. Stéphanie reprend possession des parties intimes de Hélène.
Mais à ***** de caresses, les lèvres de Hélène deviennent de plus en plus humides.
Le clitoris, décalotté par les doigts de Stéphanie, est de plus en plus dur. On entend même des gémissements de la part de Hélène. Stéphanie a tout compris.
-Alors, cette convocation, demande-t-elle.
-Tais toi, râle Hélène, doigte moi, il n'y a plus de convocation.
La chatte de Hélène est toute mouillée. Stéphanie en profite pour lui humidifier *** petit trou.
-Oh putain, gémit Hélène, tu me cailles là. Tu me fais jouir, vas-y, branle. ha..ha..hou ouiii.

Jean entend du bruit. Il regarde par le hublot.
Hélène a mis un genou sur la table de massage, pour mieux s'écarter, et s'offrir aux caresses d'Stéphanie.
Jean veut aider Hélène, mais le spectacle est trop beau. La chef qui se fait dompter...
Il sent même sa queue qui se raidit.
Stéphanie l'a aperçu. Elle lui fait signe de rentrer.
Jean, en ébullition, ne se fait pas prier. Il pousse la porte.
Hélène ne se rend compte de rien, partie dans *** délire.
Jean baisse *** pantalon. Sa queue est happée par la main d'Stéphanie qui la guide vers la rosette de Hélène. D'un coup de rein, Jean la pénètre.
Hélène reçoit l'offrande dans un cri de plaisir.
-Ah salaud, gémit Hélène, toi tu m'encules, et elle, elle me chatte. Putain que c'est bon.
-Ben dit donc, ironise Stéphanie, la fliquette a l'air d'aimer çà Hein? Tu as senti comme j'ai fais couler ta chatte, petite pute. Et ton copain, il va se vider les couilles dans ton cul, salope.
-Connasse, hurle Jean, je crache, et dans mon supérieur encore.
-Je m'en fou, répond Hélène, baisez moi encore, s'il vous plaît.
-Moi, il faut que j'y aille, dit Stéphanie. Mais tu peux tailler une pipe à ton copain.
-Mais bien sur, répond Hélène. Je vais tout avaler mon chéri.
Stéphanie lâche les poignets de Hélène, un demi tour, et elle saisit les lèvres de Jean pour l'embrasser.
-Toi, Stéphanie, poursuit Hélène, embrasse moi toi aussi. Comme tu m'as doigté mon dieu, je n'oublierai jamais.

Stéphanie quitte la salle. Elle jette un coup d'oeil par le hublot, et attend.
Hélène ôte *** chemisier et *** soutien gorge.
Elle s'allonge sur la table de massage, toute nue, jambes écartées, seins dressés, offerte.
Jean baisse entièrement *** pantalon.
-Allez chef, une petite pipe, dit-il.
Hélène saisit la queue de Jean et la prend à pleine bouche. De l'autre main, elle lui caresse les couilles.
Jean, lui, caresse les seins de Hélène, et la doigte, grattant *** bouton au passage.
-Si mon mec me voyait comme je fais la pute, dit-elle. Tant pis, c'est tellement bon...

Christian, le directeur sadique


Christian est un homme comme on en fait plus de nos jours. C'est un mâle, un vrai. Pas comme tous ces pédés, ces métro-machin-sexuels et ces femmelettes dits "hommes modernes" qui ont envahi nos rues.

Christian a 47 ans. Il est grand de taille, bien bâti, velu et sexy à souhait. Il est blond/châtain mais commence à avoir quelques cheveux gris. Les femmes de tous âges n'hésitent pas à le suivre du regard quand il marche fièrement dans la rue. C'est un ancien militaire reconverti dans le civil. Il est veuf et vit seul. Ses deux fils de 22 ans et 20 ans ***t déjà indépendants. Le premier poursuit une carrière de militaire comme papa. L'autre est étudiant en médecine à Nantes. Quant à Christian, il est depuis quelques années directeur d'école. Enfin, pas exactement. Il est directeur d'un centre chargé de rééduquer la racaille de ce pays. Centre éducatif fermé, Centre pour jeunes délinquants,...Christian n'a même pas fait l'effort d'en connaitre l'intitulé exact. Tout ce qu'il sait, c'est que le Centre se trouve en pleine campagne et qu'on lui envoie la pire racaille made in banlieue parisienne.

L'établissement reçoit 8 jeunes en difficulté. Tous ont de graves lacunes sur le plan scolaire, social et civique. Tous ont fait de la pri*** pour divers infractions (vols, drogue, agressions,...). Les cours ***t du niveau collège, parfois lycée. La majorité des jeunes ont entre 18 et 19 ans. Le plus âgé a 22 ans et n'a même pas le niveau de la troisième. Les profs qui enseignent viennent d'établissements scolaires normaux des petits villages ruraux des alentours. Christian vit sur place avec les 8 jeunes et un vieux concierge qui fait aussi office de cuisinier de cantine et de gardien. Normalement, il doit y avoir au moins 5 éducateurs, 1 directeur-adjoint et 1 cuisinier mais l'État a ouvert le Centre dans la précipitation sans y mettre le budget nécessaire. Les collectivités locales refusent de mettre la main à la poche pour embaucher du per***nel. Étant donné que Christian semble bien tenir en laisse ses jeunes et qu'il n'y a jamais eu de problèmes avec les villageois des alentours, tout le monde a fini par oublier le problème d'effectif insuffisant de l'établissement.

Le Centre est composé de trois bâtisses construites au milieu d'une véritable forêt. Il y a un grand bâtiment avec les salles de cours et le bureau du directeur. Un autre avec des petites chambres individuelles pour chaque élève, le vieux concierge et une salle au rez-de-chaussée qui sert de cantine. Enfin, le dernier bâtiment est un peu isolé. Il faut traverser un chemin forestier très étroit pour l'atteindre. C'est la jolie mai*** du directeur. En réalité, elle a été construite avec l'idée en tête d'un directeur marié et père de famille. Tout a été fait pour isoler la mai*** du reste de l'établissement et fournir un maximum d'intimité pour le directeur et sa famille. Le truc c'est que Christian vit seul. Y a donc beaucoup d'espace vide. Mais il ne s'en plaint pas car cela lui permet d'avoir un espace où il peut se branler et mater du porno en toute tranquillité sans avoir à craindre l'irruption d'un élève.

Cette année, il y a un nouvel élève qui a retenu l'attention du directeur. Youcef, un jeune beur de 18 ans originaire de Seine-et-Marne. Il n'est pas très grand de taille mais c'est un très beau garçon avec une musculature fine et un regard de braise. Le jeune homme est aussi sacrément prétentieux et arrogant. Il a un casier judiciaire long comme le bras. Un vrai petit caïd qui n'a pas hésité à traiter Christian de "Sale céfran" et de "Suceur de zob" au moment où ils se ***t rencontrés pour la première fois. C'est habituel pour ces jeunes d'être agressifs verbalement dès le premier contact. Christian aime bien les défis. Il aime bien aussi les petits mecs qui se la jouent comme Youcef. Ce ***t généralement ceux qui finissent par être les toutous les plus dociles et les plus obéissants.

Christian a décidé d'y aller fort dès le premier jour avec Youcef. Il l'a convoqué dans *** bureau à 18h après les cours. Il a prévu de lui faire un rappel à l'ordre sur le respect et l'obéissance. Il envisage d'élever la voix à certains moments afin d'effrayer un peu le jeune arabe. Généralement, ce genre de mise au point marche plutôt bien avec les jeunes car cela permet d'établir dès le départ que le directeur n'est pas une espèce de couille-molle qui va les chouchouter et leur trouver des excuses.

Youcef arrive avec 20 minutes de retard en fumant une clope et avec la casquette retournée.

-20 minutes de retard, Youcef! Ceci est INACCEPTABLE!

-Waouh! Pas la peine de me crier dessus, gros bouffon!


Christian a dû faire appel à tout *** sang froid avant de répondre.


-Ce n'est pas une façon de parler...

-Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait? Pourquoi y a que moi de convoqué? Wellah, premier jour et vous êtes déjà en train de me faire chier!


Décidément, ce petit arabe a décidé de faire monter les nerfs du directeur en un temps record.


-Cet établissement ne saurait tolérer cette façon de parler, jeune homme. Il y a une hiérarchie et une façon de se comporter...


Christian s'est s'arrêté car Youcef est en train de regarder par la fenêtre de *** bureau.

-Youcef! Je suis en train de parler et j'aimerais bien que...

-Sur la vie de ma mère, vous me cassez tous les couilles avec vos discours. Le prof de maths tout à l'heure a parlé pendant 2 heures non stop. En plus, il a une voix de pédé. Vous les céfrans vous avez tous des voix de pédés!

C'est bon, le directeur n'en peut plus. En un clin d'œil, il fait le tour de *** bureau et attrape le jeune arabe par la gorge.

-Première règle : Quand tu t'adresses à moi petit con, tu me vouvoie et tu dis "Monsieur" à la fin de chaque phrase. COMPRIS?

Youcef a le regard d'un enfant apeuré. Mais après quelques secondes, *** expression se durcie et il crache au visage du directeur.

Christian n'en revient pas. Jamais de toute sa vie on ne lui a craché à la figure. C'est révoltant. Surtout l'idée même que cette caillera de merde a osé lui larguer un gros mollard entre les yeux. Christian a tout de suite vu rouge et tout *** passé de militaire a repris le dessus. Il donne un coup de genou à l'estomac du jeune rebeu. Puis il lui fout un coup de poing en plein torse avant de lui balancer baffe après baffe après baffe jusqu'à ce que les joues du jeune con deviennent rouge vif. Youcef est à demi conscient. Les yeux fermés. Des larmes coulent sur *** visage. Sa bouche est entrouverte mais aucun *** n'en sort. Christian prend le visage de Youcef entre ses mains puissantes et viriles et lui dit :


-Ouvre les yeux, tapette! Regarde-moi quand je te parles!


Les yeux humides de Youcef se ***t ouverts pour dévoiler le regard terrifié du jeune maghrébin.


-Alors, couillon on fait moins le malin, hein? A partir de maintenant, tu me parles avec le respect que tu me dois. T'es qu'une sale petite racaille de merde. C'est moi le patron ici. Tu fais tout ce que je te dis de faire. Pas la peine de chercher à négocier ou à te dérober. Tu m'appartiens à partir du moment où tu es entré sur mon territoire. Fini la démarche prétentieuse et le regard fier. Dorénavant, tu baisses la tête quand tu me voies. Tu fermes ta gueule quand je te parle. Tu rases les murs quand je te croise dans les couloirs. Tu te souviens de la première règle? Et bien si tu ne la respectes pas, je te casserais fils de pute! Je te défoncerais la gueule. Je te ferais regretter d'être sorti de la chatte de ta mère. Est-ce que tout est bien compris bicot?

-...oui...

*Slap* Une grosse baffe en pleine tronche.


-J'ai pas entendu. Vas-y répète!

-Oui...Monsieur! J'ai compris, Monsieur.


Satisfait, Christian renvoie le jeune homme rejoindre ses camarades. Puis, il se met derrière *** bureau et c'est là qu'il remarque pour la première fois qu'il bande comme un âne. Christian n'est pas pédé, loin de là. Il n'a jamais baisé avec un homme. Il n'a jamais voulu baiser avec un mec. Mais quelque chose chez ce Youcef semble avoir suscité l'intérêt de sa grosse bite. Peut-être est-ce l'idée de dominer et d'humilier le jeune homme?

Le directeur s'approche de la fenêtre de *** bureau. De là, il peut voir la cour et le groupe de ses élèves. Tous des gamins de banlieue qui parlent à haute voix et avec des gestes exagérés. Seul Youcef se tient à l'écart, fumant une clope et visiblement très secoué par *** "entretien" avec le directeur. Tout à l'heure, Christian a vraiment eu envie d'aller plus loin dans la punition de Youcef. Mais le peu de conscience professionnelle qui lui reste l'a empêché de prolonger la ******* du jeune homme. La prochaine fois peut-être...

Un vieux propriétaire très vicieux



Nous sommes un couple, mariés depuis un peu plus d'un an, à la recherche d'un appartement pendant le mois de juillet de cette année 2010. Clémence a 24 ans, elle est assistante commerciale. Physiquement, je la trouve mignonne et bien faite et je sais que ce n'est pas du qu'à mes yeux amoureux à voir le regard des autres hommes qui la croisent : elle est brune, cheveux mi-longs, elle mesure 1m67 pour 56kg. Moi, je suis brun, cheveux courts et je me trouve mignon aussi.
Nous avons visité un appartement en direct avec le propriétaire, un retraité de 62 ans, divorcé et vivant seul. C'est un grand costaud avec une belle brioche. L'appartement nous plaisait beaucoup mais à la fin de la visite le propriétaire nous a annoncé un surcoût de 100€ sur la location prétextant qu'il avait beaucoup de visite. C'était au-dessus de nos moyens malheureusement donc nous nous sommes désistés. Mais le propriétaire m'a téléphoné en fin de journée en me demandant de passer seul car il nous trouvait sympa et qu'il pouvait faire un geste. J'y suis donc allé sans Clémence. Le propriétaire m'a proposé de réduire le loyer de 150€ si je lui permettais de voir Clémence en petite tenue régulièrement chaque mois. J'étais très surpris par la demande mais nous étions coincés car nous avions donné notre préavis de là où nous vivions et cet appartement nous plaisait tellement que j'ai accepté sans savoir comment ça aller vraiment se passer. Nous nous sommes revus le samedi suivant pour signer les papiers. Le propriétaire m'avait demandé à ce que Clémence soit habillée en jupe ou en robe. Vu la météo, ça n'a pas été difficile de convaincre ma femme puisqu'elle s'habille souvent comme ça. Elle a donc mis une petite robe d'été. Lorsque nous sommes arrivés chez le propriétaire, j'ai remarqué *** regard vicieux envers Clémence. Elle a du s'en apercevoir car je la sentais gênée. Après les signatures, le propriétaire nous a offert l'apéritif mais en trinquant souvent ce qui nous faisait vider nos verres rapidement. Et à chaque fois, il nous les remplissait. A moi, il m'a servi 3 verres de whisky avec, à chaque fois, plus qu'une simple dose. Clémence a eu le droit à 3 verres de Vodka-orange. Nous ne sommes habitués à boire, surtout Clémence, ce qui fait que ça me tournait un peu. Le propriétaire, que j'appellerais Monsieur R, a voulu me parler discrètement en prétextant qu'il voulait me montrer une pièce qu'il avait refaite seul. En fait, il m'a dit qu'il allait nous permettre de revoir l'appartement tous les 2 dans les minutes qui allaient suivre et que je devrais m'arranger à déboutonner complètement la robe de Clémence et la caresser. Nous sommes retournés auprès de ma femme. Je lui ai dit que Monsieur R nous permettait d'aller revoir l'appartement. Quand elle s'est levée, j'ai bien vu qu'elle était un peu saoule. Arrivés dans notre nouvel appart, nous étions tout contents en imaginant déjà où irait tel ou tel meuble. Dans la cuisine, j'ai commencé à me coller face à Clémence pour la plaquer contre les meubles bas au niveau de l'évier, comme me l'avait demandé le propriétaire. J'ai commencé par l'embrasser tout en lui caressant les seins à travers la robe. Très vite, ses tétons se ***t mis à pointer. J'ai entrepris de lui déboutonner le haut de sa robe jusqu'au nombril. Elle s'est retrouvée seins nus puisqu'elle n'avait pas mis de soutif. Ses seins que je trouve mignons ***t en pomme avec de petits tétons pour un 90b. Elle a commencé à me dire que c'était risqué alors je lui ai répondu que nous étions chez nous maintenant. Elle s'est laissée caresser les seins. J'étais très excité de savoir que le propriétaire matait sans savoir où il était précisément. Je me suis mis à sucer les tétons tout en lui pressant les seins délicatement. J'ai continué à lui déboutonner complètement sa robe tout en lui embrassant les seins. Je me suis reculé pour l'admirer et aussi pour donner une meilleure vue au mateur. Ensuite, je me suis à nouveau collé à elle pour l'embrasser et glisser une main dans *** string. Elle était déjà bien mouillée. Clémence a commencé à me tripoter le sexe au travers de mon bermuda. La situation était très excitante. Je lui titillais le clito ce qui commençait à la faire gémir. Je l'ai ensuite doigté. Quand elle a voulu sortir mon sexe, je me suis agenouillé pour qu'elle ne le fasse pas afin d'éviter que Monsieur R voie mon engin. J'ai écarté *** string pour commencer à la lécher. Elle s'est mise à gémir de plus en plus fort. Après quelques minutes, elle m'a demandé de venir. Mais j'ai continué de la lécher. C'est à ce moment là que Monsieur R est apparu, alors que ce n'était pas prévu, en demandant s'il ne nous dérangeait pas. Nous avons sursauté et je me suis vite relevé en essuyant ma bouche. Clémence a voulu se rhabiller mais il lui a dit qu'il allait s'en occuper. Et très vite, il s'est retrouvé face à elle pour lui reboutonner sa robe en la complimentant sur *** ventre plat, sa poitrine et *** joli string. Clémence était toute honteuse mais elle s'est laissée faire. Monsieur R a fait ça doucement. Je l'ai vu prendre les seins de Clémence à pleine main pour les presser avec délicatesse. Il a dit "vous avez les seins fermes et doux et à ce que je vois très sensibles" sans se soucier de ma présence. Il a continué à remettre les boutons tout en descendant petit à petit. Pour le bas, il s'est baissé en mettant un genou à terre. Quand il a voulu écarter le string, Clémence a dit timidement "pas ça". Alors, lui s'est levé et il a baissé *** pantalon et *** slip en disant "Voilà, vous avez vu mon sexe, comme ça on sera égalité." Et quel sexe ! Une très grosse queue et assez longue et qui était bien droite en pleine érection. J'étais scotché. Et Clémence aussi car elle avait un regard ébahi avec la bouche entrouverte. Lui a remis un genou à terre, après avoir ranger *** morceau, pour écarter le string de Clémence et il a fait des commentaires du genre "C'est très beau une chatte épilée et il n'y avait pas ça quand j'étais jeune". Il a remis le string en place en touchant sans doute sa chatte car Clémence a laissé échapper un petit gémissement. Il s'est relevé en nous disant qu'il nous attendait chez lui car il allait mettre une pizza au four. Quand il est parti, Clémence était gênée et un peu en colère du fait que je n'avais rien dit. Je lui ai répondu que j'avais été pris de cours et que je ne m'attendais pas à ça. Nous sommes retournés chez Monsieur R. Il nous a demandé de passer dans le salon. Quand il est venu nous rejoindre avec une bouteille de champagne, il a demandé à Clémence de s'asseoir dans le petit fauteuil. J'ai compris pourquoi quand elle s'est assise dedans : elle s'est enfoncée car il n'avait pas de tenue. Sa robe s'en est retrouvée remontée sur ses cuisses. Et au fur et à mesure que Monsieur R proposait des gâteaux apéritifs à Clémence, sa robe remontait de plus en plus car ma femme était obligée de bouger vers l'avant pour attraper ce qu'il lui proposait. Et lui ne se gênait pas pour mater. A un moment, Clémence a demandé timidement à Monsieur R où était les WC. Il s'est levé pour aider ma femme à se relever et il est allé avec elle vers les WC en la tenant par la taille. Clémence avait du mal à tenir debout. Arrivés devant les WC, qui était visible du salon, il lui a mis une main aux fesses en lui disant "beau p'tit cul et bien ferme". Clémence n'a pas protesté. Il lui a ouvert la porte. Elle est entrée et quand elle a voulu refermer la porte, Monsieur R a du la maintenir car il lui a dit d'une façon autoritaire "laissez la porte ouverte et faites ce que vous avez à faire". J'ai vu Clémence honteuse, sans doute baisser *** string et s'asseoir, chose que je n'ai pas vu car Monsieur R était devant. Ensuite, j'ai entendu le proprio lui dire "donnez-moi ça et levez-vous en tenant votre robe et tenez-vous à mon bras". En voyant la tête de Clémence au-dessus de l'épaule légèrement baissée de Monsieur R, j'ai supposé qu'il lui essuyait *** intimité. J'étais sur le cul et incapable de réagir. Quand ils ***t revenus dans le salon, Clémence était honteuse et j'ai compris qu'elle était excitée en voyant ses tétons pointer. Cette fois-ci, elle s'est assise sans se soucier que sa robe soit remontée. D'ailleurs, à un moment, j'ai cru apercevoir qu'elle ne portait plus de string. J'ai su plus tard qu'il lui avait complètement retiré dans les WC. Monsieur R a continué à nous servir du champagne. La conversation a tourné sur le sexe et Monsieur R racontait ses exploits qui étaient plus de la baise que de l'amour. A un moment, il a glissé, pendant la conversation, la taille de *** sexe, à savoir 25x6. Clémence m'a surpris en réagissant et en lâchant un "c'est pas possible ?". Et là, le proprio s'est levé en disant "vous allez voir". Il a vite baisser *** pantalon et *** slip. Il ne bandait pas complètement mais c'était déjà impressionnant avec sa grosse paire de couilles. Il s'est dirigé vers Clémence et il lui a demandé de le prendre en main pour le faire bander à fond. Elle a refusé alors il lui a pris la main pour la poser dessus. J'ai vu à nouveau le regard ébahi de ma femme en tenant l'engin. J'ai commencé à dire d'arrêter car nous le croyions sur la taille de *** sexe. Mais lui m'a demandé d'une façon autoritaire d'aller chercher, dans *** bureau, une règle. J'y suis allé et quand je suis revenu, Clémence était en train de branler doucement Monsieur R qui bandait bien. En me voyant, il m'a demandé de passer la règle à ma femme. Quand je lui ai passé, elle m'a regardé honteusement.

Monsieur R lui a demandé de mesurer et de lui donner le résultat. Clémence a positionné la règle en tenant la grosse queue tout en tremblant légèrement et elle a annoncé 25. Monsieur R a dit à Clémence "vous voyez que je ne mentais pas". Clémence était toute rouge et elle a esquissé un petit sourire gêné. Lui m'a dit "à votre tour Julien". Je lui ai répondu que Clémence connaissait la taille de mon sexe donc ce n'était pas la peine". De ce fait, il a demandé à Clémence la taille. Elle a répondu timidement "14cm". Il lui a demandé si elle me l'avait déjà mesuré. Elle a fait un signe "non" de la tête, toute gênée. Alors, il lui a demandé comment elle était au courant. Elle lui a répondu que c'était moi qui lui avais dit. Il a voulu savoir réellement combien et il a insisté pour que je déballe ma queue. Je n'étais pas fier quand Clémence est venue la mesurer à la demande de Monsieur R. Et quand elle a annoncé 13cm, j'avais l'air con. Mais je pense que nous sommes tous pareils à vouloir rajouter 1cm. J'ai remis mon boxer et mon bermuda alors que Monsieur R est resté le sexe à l'air toujours en train de bander. "Maintenant que vous nous avez mesuré c'est à nous de savoir comment est votre clito". Il pousse Clémence à se rasseoir dans le petit fauteuil. Il s'agenouille devant elle et il lui déboutonne le bas de la robe. C'est à ce moment là que j'ai la confirmation qu'elle n'a plus *** string. Sa chatte est trempée. Monsieur R s'en est aperçu car il lui a dit "on dirait que ça vous a plu de mesurer de la queue". Clémence était honteuse. Et quand Monsieur R a posé *** pouce sur *** clito, elle a poussé un petit gémissement en fermant les yeux. Lui a continué à bouger *** pouce de haut en bas ou en le faisant tourner. Clémence n'arrêtait pas de gémir. Je la sentais pas loin de jouir. Quand Monsieur R s'est penché pour commencer à lui lécher le clito, je me suis mis à éjaculer dans mon boxer sans même me toucher, alors que lui s'était mis à la doigter en même temps ce qui a déclenché l'orgasme de ma femme. Elle s'est cambrée tout en se cramponnant au fauteuil et en criant. Je ne l'avais jamais vu jouir comme ça. Je suis allé aux WC pour enlever au maximum mon sperme sur moi et sur mon boxer. C'est à ce moment là que j'ai entendu Clémence pousser un râle comme jamais, puis quelques secondes après elle s'est mise à gémir comme une folle. Je me suis dit qu'il l'avait pénétrée mais je ne pouvais pas penser que Clémence ait accepté. Pourtant, quand je suis revenu dans le salon, je vois Monsieur R tenir Clémence par la taille et la faire aller et venir sur sa queue. Clémence a les yeux fermés et la bouche ouverte à gémir à tout va. Elle est dans un état pas possible. Je ne l'ai jamais vu comme ça. L'enfoiré la baise au moins pendant 30 bonnes minutes en la faisant jouir je pense encore 3 fois au vu des cris que ma femme a poussé par moment. Lui se met à éjaculer sur le ventre et la chatte de ma femme. Elle en reçoit même un peu sur sa robe. Clémence paraît exténuée et elle garde les yeux fermés pendant que Monsieur R se relève pour aller chercher dans un tiroir un mouchoir et essuyer le sperme sur Clémence. Après ça, il nous propose de dormir ici dans sa chambre car nous ne sommes pas en état de conduire. J'accepte et Monsieur R nous emmène dans sa chambre en prêtant un tee-shirt à Clémence qui se déshabille en étant dans un état second et de fatigue avancée. Elle se couche même sans me faire un petit bisou et Monsieur R me demande de venir avec lui dans le salon et de la laisser dormir. Je suis encore très excité par ce que j'ai vu mais également ahuri que tout ça soit arrivé. Lui sort une bouteille de digestif et il me parle sans aucune gêne de Clémence et du plaisir qu'il avait eu à baiser une fille aussi jeune et aussi jolie. Malgré ça, je bandais en l'entendant me parler comme ça de ma femme. J'étais aussi très fatigué et je me suis endormi en l'écoutant me parler.

Je me suis réveillé en pleine nuit sans comprendre où j'étais, sans doute du aux effets de l'alcool. Il m'a fallu plusieurs secondes pour comprendre où j'étais. Je trouve mon portable pour regarder l'heure : il est presque 3H. Il fait très noir à l'intérieur de l'appart, à part une légère lueur que j'aperçois dans le couloir. Je perçois un léger bruit et au fur et à mesure que je me réveille, je comprends que se ***t des gémissements de Clémence. Je me lève pour me diriger vers cette lumière et je comprends qu'elle provient de la chambre. En arrivant devant la porte ouverte, je suis surpris de voir ma femme à cheval sur Monsieur R. Lui est allongé sur le dos. Ils ***t éclairés par la lampe de chevet. J'en reviens pas de la voir bouger sensuellement sur ce vieux en se cambrant en arrière, prenant appui sur les cuisses de Monsieur R, alors que lui caresse sa jolie poitrine. Il descend ses mains sur *** ventre pour ensuite lui enserrer sa taille. Il aide Clémence à monter et descendre sur sa grosse queue. Et il l'aide encore mieux lorsqu'il glisse ses grosses mains sous *** petit cul. Elle pose ses mains sur le torse de Monsieur R en gémissant de plus en plus fort. Il la bascule pour la prendre à la missionnaire. Clémence a les cuisses bien écartées et les jambes en l'air, maintenues par les avant-bras de Monsieur R. il la baise énergiquement, arrachant de forts gémissements à ma femme qui a l'air de se cramponner aux fesses de cet homme. Il ralentit pour la baiser plus sensuellement. Je vois les mains de Clémence lâcher les fesses de Monsieur R pour aller lui caresser le dos. Ca dure quelques minutes comme ça jusqu'à ce qu'il reprenne *** rythme fou qui, très vite cette fois-ci, fait partir Clémence dans un très gros orgasme. Il reste quelques instants en elle, sans bouger, pendant que Clémence est toujours en train de jouir. L'orgasme est long. Ensuite, il se retire pour se mettre à genoux. Sa queue est vraiment énorme. Il va s'allonger à coté, à l'opposé de moi, et il fait comprendre à Clémence de se mettre sur le coté ce qui fait qu'elle se retrouve face à moi. La lampe de chevet éclaire sa jolie poitrine qui semble gonflée. Ses tétons pointent. Je bande comme un malade et surtout comme un con alors qu'elle me fait cocu même si l'effet de l'alcool y ait pour beaucoup. Mais elle est tellement bandante. Je la vois ouvrir la bouche en même temps qu'elle gémit. Monsieur R l'a sans doute à nouveau pénétrée. Il lui relève la jambe pour la poser sur la sienne tout en la baisant. Clémence gémit de plus en plus fort. Il fait parcourir sa main sur le corps de ma femme en s'arrêtant souvent sur ses seins. Il les presse, pince les tétons ce qui excite encore plus Clémence. Je sens que je vais jouir alors je vais vite chercher un mouchoir en papier. Dès que je l'ai, je me branle pour me faire jouir car je viens d'entendre ma femme avoir encore un gros orgasme. Je m'assois sur le canapé pour récupérer. Quelques secondes après, j'entends à nouveau Clémence gémir en continu. Je retourne voir à la porte de chambre et je la vois à 4 pattes en train de se faire prendre en levrette. Monsieur R la baise sensuellement en la tenant par les hanches. Il fait glisser ses grosses paluches sur le dos de ma femme pour la caresser, puis sur ses seins. Il ramène ensuite ses mains mais sur la taille cette fois-ci. Clémence parait fragile avec ces grosses mains autour de sa taille fine. Monsieur R commence un va-et-vient plus viril ce qui déstabilise Clémence qui s'écroule en gémissant de plus belle. Elle a posé sa tête sur ses avant-bras, ce qui fait que *** petit cul se retrouve plus cambré qu'avant. Monsieur R la baise longuement dans cette position. Par moment, il la tient par les cheveux en tirant dessus ce qui fait remonter la tête de Clémence en la faisant gémir encore plus fort. Monsieur R commence à parler :
- T'aimes ma grosse bite, salope?
Clémence ne répond pas mais elle semble apprécier ce qu'il lui dit en gémissant de plus belle.
- Dis-moi que t'aimes ma grosse bite.
- Ouuuuiiii
Je suis surpris qu'elle lui répond surtout avec ce "oui" langoureux.
- Dis-le moi mieux que ça.
Il lui dit ça en lui donnant une petite claque sur les fesses. Je n'ai jamais osé lui fait ça.
- Oui, j'aime votre sexe ... il est gros ... je le sens bien.
J'en reviens pas qu'elle ose dire ça. En même temps qu'elle dit ça, je la vois avoir un orgasme phénoménal : elle se met à crier comme une folle en bougeant la tête. Elle est méconnaissable. Monsieur R se retire rapidement en se mettant à éjaculer sur *** petit cul et sur *** dos. Ils restent un moment comme ça : Clémence avec *** petit cul en l'air et Monsieur R avec la queue à la main qui débande petit à petit.
Clémence s'écroule complètement sur le lit à plat ventre. Monsieur R se lève du lit pour aller fouiller dans une commande. Il en ressort une serviette. Il retourne sur le lit pour aller essuyer le sperme sur le corps de Clémence. Ensuite, il se penche pour faire un bisou sur *** petit cul. Il va vers la tête de Clémence et il lui dit quelque chose à l'oreille que je n'arrive pas à entendre. Je vois Clémence faire un signe de la tête en souriant timidement. Quand je vois Monsieur R se lever du lit, je me précipite aux WC pour aller me branler et d'ailleurs je jouis encore assez rapidement avec des images très sexuelles en tête. Quand je sors des WC, je vois Monsieur R assis sur le canapé. Il n'a même pas pris la peine de se rhabiller. Quand j'arrive près de lui, il a le sourire aux lèvres.
- Très bonne à baiser ta petite Clémence. Une bonne chatte serrée et dégoulinante. En plus, très expressive.
J'étais sans voix d'autant plus qu'elle n'est pas autant expressive avec moi.
- Allez, va la rejoindre car j'aimerai dormir.
Je suis allé dans la chambre et en me glissant dans les draps, j'ai constaté que Clémence était encore toute nue, en train de dormir. J'ai réussi finalement à m'endormir facilement sans doute du à mes nombreuses éjaculations.
Le lendemain s'est passé comme si de rien n'était avec Monsieur R. Par contre, Clémence s'est blottie contre moi en pleurant et en me disant qu'elle ne voulait pas me tromper lorsque Monsieur R l'avait pénétrée sur le fauteuil. Je l'ai rassuré en lui disant que c'était à cause de l'alcool. Par contre, j'étais assez mal à l'aise du fait qu'elle ne me parle pas de cette séance très sexuelle dans la chambre. Elle devait penser que je ne les avais pas vu.
Donc voilà comment a commencé le premier contact en tant que locataire avec notre nouveau propriétaire.

Merci de cette belle histoire en français, mais je la connaissais déjà. Mais ne te privé pas de continuer d'alimenter ce topic, avec des histoires en français.

Le voisin


Mon épouse et moi-même habitons dans un lotissement assez chic, où chaque voisin bénéficie d'une surface de terrain très grande sur lesquelles s'implantent de belles mai***s. Nous avions choisi ce lieu pour vivre car il permettait de bénéficier d'une intimité importante tout en conservant un lien de quartier. Et de fait nos voisins étaient des gens intéressant avec qui nous avions des relations suivies. Enfin sauf avec un qui avait eu le terrain par héritage et avait fait construire là une petite mai***, malheureusement en face de la notre. Agé d'une cinquantaine d'années, il était bedonnant, chauve et sale. Il dénotait vraiment dans notre quartier et nous n'avions pratiquement aucun échange si ce n'est des bonjours quand nous nous croisions. Ma femme le méprisait même et ne lui disait bonjour que quand elle était vraiment obligée. Elle me disait qu'il la répugnait. Un soir, lors d'une réunion de quartier, alors qu'elle avait fait la bise à chacun des autres hommes présents, elle lui tendit la main, ce qui sembla lui déplaire fortement. Il faut dire que mon épouse était sans contestation possible la plus belle femme de la soirée, avec sa grande chevelure rousse et ses formes généreuses que l'on pouvait à peine deviner sous *** tailleur.

Un soir, alors que nous étions sortis au restaurant, nous trouvâmes à notre retour la porte de notre mai*** ouverte. En pénétrant dans notre domicile, nous nous aperçûmes que nous avions été cambriolé. Plusieurs bijoux, un peu d'argent et surtout 4 sculptures de grande valeur. Je m'aperçu vite du problème, nous n'avions pas fermé la porte, et il n'y avait pas effraction. Malgré le fait qu'il y ai eu de récent cambriolage dans le village dans lequel nous habitons, nous ne pensions pas que des cambrioleurs aient le temps d'agir en si peu de temps.
Je savais que l'assurance ne rembourserait jamais si il y avait eu une négligence de notre part, et c'était une sacrée négligence que de ne pas fermer sa porte à clef. Je pris donc un pied de biche, fermait la porte à double tour et forçait moi-même la porte. C'était la seule solution trouvée pour nous permettre d'être remboursé. Peu de temps après je contactais la gendarmerie pour déclarer le cambriolage et 15 jours plus tard nous étions remboursés par l'assurance.

Un matin, alors que j'allais partir au travail, je vis mon voisin d'en face sortir et venir me saluer. Très rapidement, il me demanda si je connaissais la peine encourue pour une escroquerie à l'assurance. J'ai cru que mon cœur s'arrêtait! Je lui rétorquais que je ne savais pas de quoi il voulait parler, quand il me montra une photo très nette de moi en train de ****** ma porte. Je compris tout de suite où il voulait en venir et je lui demandais combien pour les clichés. Il me dit de passer chez lui le soir après le boulot et qu'il m'expliquerait. Et il précisa:
- Au fait, à titre d'information, c'est passible de 5 ans de pri*** et de 375 000€ d'amende.

Inutile de vous dire que je passais une très mauvaise journée, à penser sans arrêt à ce chantage. Je me demandais combien il allait vouloir pour me rendre les clichés.

Le soir je me rendais directement à sa porte et ***nais. Il me fit rentrer dans sa mai*** dans laquelle une odeur forte se répandait. Comme je voulais abréger cette conversation, je lui demandais immédiatement combien il voulait. Il me répondit alors qu'il ne désirait pas d'argent. Etonné, je lui demandais alors ce qu'il voulait.

- Ton épouse est bien belle, mais j'ai l'impression qu'elle me regarde de haut. J'ai trois photos de toi en train de défoncer ta porte. Si tu veux en récupérer une, il suffit que tu mettes cet objet dans ta salle de bain pendant que ta femme se lave.

En disant ces mots, il sortit une petite pendule dont il m'expliqua que le cercle tenant les aiguilles était en fait un objectif qui se déclenchait avec le mouvement. Je m'offusquai mais il me dit que c'était ça ou les gendarmes. Après tout, ce n'était qu'une petite exhibition de ma femme, ce qui n'était pas totalement pour me déplaire, même si le voyeur ne correspondait pas à l'image que je m'en faisais. J'acceptais donc et allais immédiatement placer la caméra espion dans notre salle de bain, afin qu'elle ait une vue imprenable sur la douche et le dressing.

Ce jour là ma femme rentrait plus tard car elle avait un cours de danse. A *** retour, après m'avoir embrassé, elle fila à la douche. J'étais curieux de savoir si la pendule trafiquée avait rempli *** office. Après le repas, alors que mon épouse s'installait devant la télévision, je prétextais une visite à un ami pour m'éclipser. Je récupérais la pendule et me rendais directement chez le voisin. Il devais me guetter car la porte s'ouvrit sans même que j'eu besoin de ***ner. Il était en jogging sale et en débardeur blanc qui ne pouvait contenir tout *** gros ventre. Vraiment répugnant. Il me prit d'un geste brusque la pendule et m'ordonna de le suivre. Nous sommes arrivé dans un salon sale et encombré, revues pornos, mouchoirs en papier douteux, assiettes à moitié finies. Il ouvrit le derrière de la pendule et en sortie une carte de stockage, qu'il introduisit dans un lecteur directement relié à sa télévision.
Il alluma cette dernière et notre salle de bain apparut. Je fus étonné par la qualité de l'image, qui n'avait rien à envier à un caméscope. Le voisin s'installa dans un fauteuil en face de l'écran, me laissant debout à côté. Les yeux fixés sur l'image fixe pour le moment qui passait sur l'écran de télé, je sentis une odeur forte et acide se répandre dans la pièce. En me tournant vers le fauteuil je m'aperçus que mon voisin avait sorti *** sexe de *** jogging et commençait à se masturber. *** membre était relativement long (une vingtaine de centimètres je pense), mais était surtout très épais avec un gland énorme, de la taille d'une mandarine. Les testicules étaient également très grosses, presque disproportionnées. Le gland était parsemé de résidus blancs qui laissaient présager qu'il ne devait pas souvent voir le savon et qui expliquait l'odeur. Il se masturbait lentement en serrant fort la base de sa verge.
Soudain l'image sur la télé s'anima et ma femme fit *** apparition. Elle portait *** collant de danse et *** body. Dans cette tenue elle était déjà très existante, ce qui fit réagir mon maître chanteur:

- Regarde moi cette petite salope de voisine comme elle s'habille pour sortir. C'est vraiment une petite pute qui mérite de se faire baiser. Je suis sur que tu vas nous montrer tes nibards, ta chatte et ton cul, hein salope?

Comme pour lui donner rai***, ma femme commence à se déshabiller, enlevant d'abord le body qui libère ses seins lourds. Elle ne porte pas de soutien gorge et fait face à la caméra. Ses aréoles ***t brunes et ses tétons bien dur, sans doute à cause du froid.

- Ah! je savais bien que tu allais te déshabiller pour moi, salope de voisine. Tes miches ***t belles, cela t'excite de te montrer hein? Bien maintenant enlève ton collant, oui comme ça petite pute, ah mais tu ne porte pas de culotte dessous, t'ai vraiment qu'une chienne.

Et de fait mon épouse ne portait pas de culotte, chose que j'ignorais, et venait de dévoiler *** triangle auburn bien dessiné, qui laissait deviner ses lèvres. Malgré moi la situation m'excitait et je commençais à développer une érection importante. Je jetais un œil à mon voisin. Sa masturbation s'était accélérée et il semble que le fait de proférer des insultes l'excitait encore plus, *** sexe ayant encore pris de volume. Le gland turgescent était vraiment impressionnant.
Ma femme se dirigea vers la douche et commença à se mouiller le corps, puis à se savonner.
Je sentis la respiration de *** voyeur s'accélérer:

- Oh oui belle salope, vas-y caresse toi devant moi, frotte bien ta chatte poilue, tu vas voir comment je vais jouir

Et il poussa un râle bestial tout en déversant des traînés de sperme. Il éjacula en grande quantité, les jets venant s'écraser sur ses doigts, *** pantalon et retombant sur *** gland. Je ne pensais pas possible de pouvoir produire autant de sperme. Il remit *** pantalon sans s'essuyer, laissant *** liquide séminal s'écouler dans *** pantalon.

- Ta salope m'a bien fait gicler, tu as bien mérité de récupérer une photo, déclara t-il dans un grand sourire.
- Tu as eu ce que tu voulais, alors rends moi toutes les photos
- Je t'avais promis une photos pour ce « service », tu n'en auras qu'une.

Et sur ces paroles il me donna une des photos qu'il m'avait montrées le matin et me déclara:

- Bon allez maintenant casse toi, je te recontacterai pour que tu puisses récupérer une photo de plus. Et puis va changer de pantalon tu fais négligé.

Pendant qu'il me mettait à la porte, je jetais un œil à mon pantalon et m'apercevais que je l'avais souillé à mon insu sans même me toucher. C'est rouge de honte que je rentrais chez moi et me changeais. Je me demande bien ce qu'il me demandera pour la deuxième photo...

Une semaine plus tard, alors que j'allais à nouveau partir pour mon travail, mon voisin vint vers moi et me demanda si je voulais récupérer une deuxième photo ou si je préférais qu'il l'envoi à la gendarmerie. Pour toute réponse je lui demandais ce qu'il voulait. Il me dit de l'inviter le soir même pour prendre l'apéritif et de suivre alors ses instructions. N'ayant pas le choix, j'acceptais.

Dans la journée j'appelais mon épouse pour lui dire que le soir nous aurions notre voisin pour invité afin de pouvoir discuter d'un problème de lotissement. Elle parut étonnée, me rétorquant si cela ne pouvait pas attendre la prochaine réunion de quartier. Je lui dis que c'était urgent, mais que cela ne devrait pas prendre très longtemps. De très mauvais gré elle acquiesça mais me dit qu'il ne fallait pas s'attendre à ce qu'elle soit agréable avec « ce gros porc ».

A 19h précise, notre voisin se présenta à notre porte. Je lui ouvris. Il avait fait des efforts pitoyables pour essayer de s'habiller. Un pantalon trop court sur des chaussettes de tennis, une chemise à laquelle manquait deux boutons et qui n'arrivait pas à cacher *** gros ventre.

Je le fis rentrer et ma femme lui serra la main pour lui dire bonjour, le visage fermé. Il la dévisagea d'un oeil lubrique et lui fit un compliment sur sa robe d'été qui lui allait à merveille. Elle ne prit même pas la peine de lui répondre et fila dans la cuisine. Il me prit alors à part et me mis dans la main un petit flacon d'un liquide transparent. Il me demanda de le verser dans le verre de ma femme. Comme je m'apprêtais à refuser il sorti à moitié de sa poche de chemise une nouvelle photo, et il me demanda si il devait partir tout de suite à la gendarmerie. Soumis, je refermais la main sur le flacon et parti à la cuisine tandis qu'il s'installait sur le canapé.

A mon arrivé dans cette pièce, ma femme me déclara:

- Tu as vu comme il m'a regardé ce gros porc?
- Heu, non je n'ai pas vraiment fait attention
- Et bien il ferait mieux de se surveiller sinon je monte directement m'enfermer dans ma chambre
- Calme toi, il ne devrait pas rester trop longtemps, je vais préparer des cocktails et puis si tu n'as pas envie qu'il te mate, tu n'as qu'à t'asseoir de l'autre côté du canapé, et je prendrais le fauteuil en face.
- Ok

Sur ces mots je préparais trois cocktails, en versant en cachette dans l'un deux le liquide transparent. Je le repérais avec une paille de couleur rose pour être certain de le donner à ma femme.

A notre retour dans le salon, mon épouse s'installa dans le canapé, à l'opposé de notre voisin et moi dans le fauteuil en face de lui. Je vis bien que cela l'agaça de ne pas pouvoir avoir une vue imprenable sur les jambes de ma femme. Nous engageâmes la conversation sur des banalités tout en buvant nos cocktails. Ma femme qui n'a pourtant pas l'habitude de boire buvait le sien assez rapidement, comme pour signifier à notre visiteur qu'il allait être bientôt l'heure de partir. Elle ne participait pas à la conversation et restait très distante. Le voisin quand à lui profitait de chaque occasion pour regarder les jambes croisées de mon épouse et pour se rapprocher imperceptiblement. Malgré moi, la situation commençait à m'exciter.

Au bout d'un quart d'heure, le voisin se trouvait au milieu du canapé, mon épouse avait fini *** verre et avait le regard un peu dans le vide. Il lui demanda alors, à brûle pourpoint, si sa couleur de cheveux était naturelle. Comme elle ne répondait pas, il s'accola à elle dans le canapé et lui toucha les cheveux lui disant que c'était une très belle couleur et qu'il espérait que *** sexe aurait la même. Ma femme semblait hébétée et ne répondait toujours pas. Les effets du flacon et de l'alcool cumulés devaient se faire sentir. Le voisin lui lécha alors le visage de la bouche jusqu'à l'oreille et déclara:

- Alors petite salope, tu ne voulais pas me faire la bise mais maintenant tu ne dis rien, hein? tu vas voir ce que je vais faire de ton joli corps de pute.

Comme j'allais protester, il me dit de la fermer et de regarder, sinon c'était la gendarmerie immédiatement. Je me rassis donc dans le fauteuil et regardais le spectacle de ma tendre épouse soumise à celui qu'elle appelait il y a encore quelques minutes le gros porc.

Il tira sur le haut de la robe pour faire sortir les seins par le décolleté. Comme la robe était très légère, ma femme ne portait pas de soutien gorge dessous et les deux gros globes apparurent. Les grosses aréoles sombres dénotaient avec la blancheur de la peau. Le pervers les saisis à pleine main en déclarant qu'il attendait ce moment depuis bien longtemps. Il les malaxa sans aucun ménagement, pinçant les tétons entre ses gros doigts et les tournant. Ma femme restait toujours passive, les yeux mi clos. Il les lécha goulûment en laissant de longues traînées de bave. Il se recula et sortie un petit appareil photo avec lequel il fit quelques clichés avant de déclarer:

- Maintenant, on va passer aux choses sérieuses ma grosse chienne. Tu vas regretter toutes les ************ que tu m'as fais subir lors de ces dernières années.

Il défit alors *** pantalon et le baissa jusqu'à ses chevilles. Il ne portait ni slip ni caleçon et *** membre était déjà bien bandé. Il me parût encore plus gros que la dernière fois, notamment le gland et les couilles, mais surtout *** odeur était encore plus forte. Le gland était presque totalement recouvert de sécrétions blanchâtres séchées. Il dit d'ailleurs à mon épouse:

- Tu vois, je me suis branlé bien souvent en pensant à ce soir et je n'ai pas lavé mon chibre une seule fois pour que tu puisses en profiter au maximum, pouffiasse.

En disant ses mots, il frotta *** gland sur le visage de ma femme, en s'attardant sur les lèvres, le nez et les yeux. A chaque passage il y apposait une partie des sécrétions collées qui faisait de larges traînées sur le visage de mon épouse. Il lui boucha ensuite le nez pour quelle entrouvre la bouche afin de respirer et y engouffra immédiatement *** énorme gland. Il la saisie par les côtés de la tête et commença plusieurs aller retour. Très vite il commença à trembler de tout *** corps:

- Oh oui je vais te gicler dans la bouche grosse salope, je suis sur que tu n'as jamais sucé de bite grosse comme la mienne. Tu vas voir, je vais t'inonder le gosier de mon foutre.

Et sur ces paroles il émis un gros râle et déchargea dans la bouche de ma femme pendant au moins une minute. Quand il sortit *** sexe de cet orifice, un flot impressionnant de sperme sortit avec lui et coula sur le menton et la poitrine de ma femme. Elle en avait avalé une grosse partie et pourtant le surplus qui s'écoulait représentait encore une quantité phénoménale. Je n'avais pas pu résister et avait sorti mon sexe et jouis en me masturbant comme un fou à cette vision. Le voisin essuya *** gland sur les cheveux auburn de ma femme qui restait toujours amorphe. Je pensais que c'était fini et lui demandait de me remettre la photo, mais il me dit qu'il ne faisait que commencer que je ne m'en tirerais pas à si bon compte. Il prit encore quelques photos puis souleva la robe de ma femme et lui arracha littéralement sa culotte. Il la mis dans sa poche et me dit qu'il la gardait. Il souleva ensuite ma femme et la fis se positionner les coudes sur le dossier du canapé et à genoux sur l'assise, de telle manière qu'elle lui présentait ainsi ses belles fesses.

- Voila un cul comme j'aime en baiser, mais habituellement je paye pour ça...Tu vas apprendre ce que c'est de se faire baiser par une belle grosse bite. Je vais te ramoner la chatte comme jamais. D'ailleurs je vois que tu mouilles déjà à cette idée.

Et effectivement, ma femme étant toujours dans un état de zombie, il me semblait que *** sexe luisait. Il commença par lui fourrer deux de ses gros doigts d'un coup et à pratiquer un va et vient rapide. Il en mit ensuite un troisième. Quand il les sortis ils étaient inondés de cyprine. Il me les montra et me déclara:

- Tu vois qu'elle aime ça, je suis sur que si je lui avait montré mon chibre on aurait pas eu besoin de drogue pour que je la baise de partout. Une vrai salope que tu as là
- ...
- Maintenant je vais lui donner *** compte, mais toi tu vas prendre des photos

Il présenta *** gland qui avait retrouvé toute sa grosseur auprès des lèvres et appuya fortement. Je ne pensais pas que c'était possible mais les lèvres s'écartèrent et le sexe s'enfonça d'un seul coup. La scène était surréaliste, ma belle épouse si réservée était en train de se faire prendre par derrière par un homme répugnant au sexe démesuré et qui l'insultait en permanence.

- Je te rempli bien hein espèce de grosse pute. Tu sens mes couilles taper contre ton clito? Cela te fait mouiller hein? Tu ne penses qu'à ça de te faire ramoner par de grosses bites.

Pendant ce temps je prenais des photos sous tous les angles tout en me masturbant. De face ma femme avait toujours les yeux dans le vague mais ouvrait légèrement la bouche à chaque coup de butoir.
Subitement il sortit sa verge du fourreau chaud et humide et se répandit de nouveau, cette fois sur les fesses de mon épouse. Si la quantité de semence était moindre elle en restait quand même importante. Il en récupéra une partie pour l'appliquer sur la petite rondelle de ma femme et y introduisit un doigt.

- Hum ton cul est encore un peu étroit, je m'en occuperais la prochaine fois, je suis sur que tu adoreras te faire enculer par ma grosse queue.

Puis il se rhabillât et me donna la photo tout en disant qu'il me donnerait des instruction pour récupérer la troisième et dernière. Il disparût subitement en récupérant *** appareil photo me laissant seul avec mon épouse encore dans les vapes. N'ayant pas éjaculé pour la deuxième fois, je m'approchais de *** anus et appuyais mon sexe dessus. Lubrifié comme il était, je n'eus pas beaucoup de mal à obtenir ce qui m'avait jusqu'à lors toujours été refusé. Je déchargeais dans *** fondement en à peine dix allers-retours. Je portais ensuite mon épouse à la salle de bain, la nettoyais avec un gant, lui appliquais une pommade apaisante sur la vulve et sur l'anus et la mettais au lit dans sa chemise de nuit.
Le lendemain, alors qu'elle me demandait ce qui s'était passé, je lui répondit qu'elle s'était endormie et que j'avais du la mettre au lit.
Elle me rétorqua qu'elle espérait ainsi que notre gros porc de voisin avait compris le message.
Si elle savait à quel point il l'avait compris!

Plusieurs jours s'écoulèrent sans avoir de nouvelles de notre maître chanteur. J'espérais peut-être qu'il allait nous laisser tranquille. De manière étonnante, j'en éprouvais aussi un peu de regret. Je devais me rendre à l'évidence, voir ma femme ainsi humiliée m'avait profondément excité et réveillé mes instincts les plus vils. Je regrettais de ne pas avoir de photos de cette scène surréaliste où mon voisin obèse et vulgaire abusait de ma belle épouse si distinguée. Seul le souvenir de cette soirée hantait mes rêves impurs.

Quant un samedi après midi, alors que mon épouse était partie faire les courses et que je jardinais, je vis le voisin s'approcher de moi. C'est le cœur battant que j'attendais de voir ce qu'il allait me dire.

- Alors toujours disposé à récupérer la dernière photo?
- Oui, bien sur.
- Alors tu donneras ça à ta salope de femme au petit déjeuner.

En me disant ça il me donna un nouveau flacon du liquide utilisé la dernière fois.

- Il y en a plus, parce que cette fois je vais avoir besoin d'elle plus longtemps. Dès qu'elle est dans les vapes, tu m'appelles.

A ces paroles, je sentais honteusement une prémisse d'érection.

Toute la soirée j'étais partagé entre la culpabilité de ce que j'allais faire le lendemain et l'excitation que cela me procurait.
J'étais réveillé très tôt. Ne pouvant plus rester au lit, je me levais et allais préparer le petit déjeuner. Je versais le précieux liquide dans le café au lait de mon épouse et montais le déjeuner au lit. J'observais très attentivement ma femme boire *** café à grandes gorgées.
Un quart d'heure plus tard, elle était à nouveau dans un état second, ne répondant plus à mes questions, affalée sur le lit. J'enlevais avec précaution le plateau et l'observais dans sa chemise de nuit. Je ne pu m'empêcher de défaire les boutons et de faire sortir ses gros seins, aux aréoles larges et sombres. Je les attrapais à pleine main et les malaxais assez fortement. Mon épouse ne réagissait toujours pas. Je sortis alors mon sexe et, enjambant le corps de ma femme, le frottais contre ses seins, *** menton, sa bouche. Lui ouvrant cette dernière, je me masturbais dedans et éjaculais en quelques secondes, excité de pouvoir prendre ce qu'elle m'avait refusé jusqu'à présent. Mon sperme disparu entièrement au fond de sa gorge et elle déglutit par réflexe.
C'est un peu honteux et pris de remords que je rattachais les boutons de sa chemise de nuit.
Je me dirigeais alors vers la porte d'entrée et dès que je l'ouvris, je vis celle du voisin s'ouvrir. Il devait guetter ma sortie. Je lui fis signe de venir et il se dirigea vers moi.
Il était habillé en vêtements kaki, un pantalon de camouflage et une veste avec de nombreuses poches sur le devant. Sa grosse bedaine tendait vers l'avant une chemise vert sombre. Il passa devant moi et en rentrant dans la mai*** demanda ou était ma petite épouse bandante. Je lui expliquais qu'elle se trouvait à l'étage, dans notre chambre. Sans se faire prier il monta les escaliers et se rendit dans la pièce en question. Mon épouse n'avait pas changé de position, les yeux toujours mi clos.

- Alors petite pute, tu attendais ma grosse bite pas vrai? Tu meurs d'envie de te faire baiser? Il va te falloir être patiente, mais tu vas avoir ta dose de sperme pour plusieurs mois, ne t'inquiètes pas... Pour le moment on va t'enlever cette chemise de nuit.


Comme j'avais pu le faire quelques minutes auparavant, il défit les boutons les uns après les autres, enlevant complètement *** vêtement. La tête de mon épouse tomba légèrement sur le côté et un filet de sperme s'échappa de sa bouche.

Regarde moi ça, cette chienne à déjà goûté à du foutre aujourd'hui...C'était avant ou après le produit?
- ...
- J'ai pas bien entendu?
- Après.
- Ah on dirait que tu commences à prendre goût à notre histoire. Bon je vais lui choisir des vêtements pour notre petite virée.

Ravalant ma honte, je le regardais ouvrir notre placard pour sortir une robe de soirée noire, très décolletée et fendue sur la jambe droite. Il sortit également les escarpins avec les talons les plus hauts que mon épouse possédait, au moins 10 cm.

- Aides moi à l'habiller, elle n'aura pas besoin de culotte et de soutien gorge, pour ce qui l'attend!

En l'habillant, il en profita pour lui peloter la poitrine violemment et la pénétrer avec un des ses gros doigts. Il me demanda de lui mettre ses chaussures pendant qu'il lui préparait une surprise. Je le vis alors sortir un plug de taille respectable, y cracher dessus, et l'introduire d'un coup dans l'anus de mon épouse, qui résista un peu avant de se détendre et d'accepter l'intrusion. Seul le bout aplatit dépassait. Ma femme ne broncha pas, restant dans *** état léthargique. Il ajusta la robe, et mis mon épouse debout. Avec ses hauts talons et le plug, elle avait une silhouette très cambrée, ce qui avec cette robe la rendait très sexy. Mon sexe commençait à me faire mal dans mon pantalon. En la supportant chacun d'un côté, nous amenâmes ma femme jusqu'à ma voiture, où il l'installa à l'arrière à ses côtés, pendant que je prenais le volant. Il me guidait dans ma conduite. Tout en étant attentif à la route et à ses indications, je regardais par le rétroviseur et voyais notre maître chanteur qui avait posé une des jambes de mon épouse sur ses genoux et qui lui enfonçait deux doigts dans le vagin, puis trois. La vue était imprenable et je n'osais imaginer que quelqu'un de nos connaissances ne nous voit. Heureusement en ce dimanche matin, peu de gens étaient sur la route. Le sexe de ma femme était distendu par les gros doigts, mais elle restait toujours aussi impassible. Il ressortit ses doigts pleins de sécrétions intimes et il les lui enfonça dans la bouche pour les nettoyer. Mon excitation était à *** paroxysme.
Sur ses indications, nous nous engageâmes sur un chemin de terre et après un kilomètre un peu chaotique, le chemin déboucha sur une clairière dans laquelle une cabane était érigée.
De nombreuses voitures et fourgonnettes étaient garées là et je reconnaissais un repère de chasseurs.
Le voisin ouvrit sa portière, rajusta la tenue de ma femme et la fit se lever. En la tenant par le bras, il l'amena vers la cabane. Je suivais derrière en contemplant mon épouse marcher difficilement sur un chemin caillouteux avec des hauts talons, une robe de soirée, un plug dans l'anus et en étant droguée. Je pensais avec honte et délectation aux ************ qu'elle allait très certainement subir dans un avenir proche.
Lorsqu'il ouvrit la porte, je pus distinguer nettement une douzaine de chasseurs attablés qui tournèrent la tête vers nous. Ils finissaient apparemment de manger un casse croûte fortement arrosé de bière et de vin rouge.

- Salut les gars, comme promis, je vous amène une belle petite pute pour en faire ce qu'on veut toute la matinée.

Les commentaires allèrent bon train, tous plus grossiers les uns que les autres.

- Regardez comme elle est sapée cette salope.
- On va la défoncer.
- Quand on sera passé sur ton cul tu pourras plus t'asseoir.

Parmi les hommes présents, je reconnu Roger, le cantonnier, une per***ne très frustre, à la limite de la débilité. La mairie l'employait pour faire preuve de charité.
Il ne disait rien mais regardait ma femme intensément se touchant en même temps l'entrejambe.
Ma femme fût emmenée au milieu de la pièce, des mains la frôlant mais n'osant pas encore aller plus loin. Le voisin attrapa ses deux seins et les fit jaillir de la robe, tout en tordant les tétons érigés. Cela donna le signal pour tous les autres qui se regroupèrent et tripotèrent mon épouse de partout. La robe fut vite troussée autour de la taille, présentant à tous les fesses et la toi*** auburn. Le plug, visible, déclencha une salve d'insanités. Des doigts s'insinuèrent dans le vagin, fouillant le plus profond possible. Un des chasseurs retira le plug et le remplaça par deux de ses doigts. Tous voulaient avoir leur part de cette femelle qui leur était offerte.
Ma femme fût allongée sur la table et le premier chasseur présenta *** sexe, de taille respectable, à l'entrée de ses lèvres intimes. Il frotta doucement, presque délicatement *** gland sur le clitoris, avant de s'enfoncer d'un coup de toute sa longueur en jetant un « ah, qu'elle est bonne cette salope », en positionnant ses jambes sur ses épaules. Les autres s'étaient arrêtés pour le regarder quelques secondes, et puis ils reprirent leurs attouchements. Un présenta sa verge érigée à la bouche de ma femme, lui boucha le nez pour qu'elle l'ouvre et l'enfourna immédiatement. Les autres malaxaient ses seins, se caressaient ou prenaient des photos avec leurs portables. Celui qui la besognait lui mettait maintenant de gros coup de boutoir, faisant tressauter ses pieds toujours chaussés d'escarpins à chaque va et vient. Celui qui s'occupait de sa bouche se contracta et lui enfonçant encore un peu plus *** membre au fond de la gorge déchargea sa semence. En voyant ça, celui qui la besognait poussa un râle de jouissance et se rependit dans *** vagin.