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Once we get to their home, I'm stripped completely naked. "This will teach you not to peek at my lovely wife's body again!" Brian tells me menacingly. Then he grabs my bare upper arm and leads me to their dining room where I'm forcibly bent face-down over their dinning table. And in such vulnerable position I hear the pronouncement of my fate.

Padma smirks at me and says, "Brian and I have decided teach you a lesmister that you won't soon forget. And that is, you are going to be fucked like a girl by him tonight! Hahahaha..."

I am absolutely HORRIFIED to hear that! "NOOOO, you can't!!!" I try to get up from my bent-over position but Brian's strong hand on my back effortlessly keeps me pinned onto their dinning table. Being a typical, strapping white Texan male he is of course far stronger than my slim Asian form and I stand no chance trying to struggle or escape. I know deep down that I have no choice but to accept my fate, however humiliating it's going to be.

Being Indian herself, Padma certainly understands the same cultural taboo as me against men who submit sexually to other men, who "receive" another man's cock into their body like a female. For a Indian male, becoming a sissyboy like that would be the utmost degradation — and that's what I'm about to become tonight.

Their dinning room has a mirror on one wall, which happens to be the side I'm facing from my position. Oh great, not only am I going to be "deflowered" tonight, but I'll be watching the whole "show" vividly in the mirror! Behind me Brian has unbuckled his belt and lowered his suit pants and briefs. That's when I find out that he has a HUGE dick pointing straight at my direction. I sorry clench my buttocks in fear of the impending *** of my virgin asshole, thinking there's no way my tight back-passage could possibly fit such a thick pole that's going to **** me anally.

And as if my offense is not overwhelming enough, I soon realize that my rear end is to be "prepared" for her boyfriend's penetration by Padma herself. She retrieves some K-Y jelly and begins to apply the cool lube to my tensed anal opening. She places both palms on my asscheeks to spread them wide open and then slides her middle finger up my asshole. Never having been "entered" like this before, I feel a very alien sensation being invaded by another permister. I can see my own face flushes red in deep shame in the mirror at having my most private bodily opening exposed to—and lubricated by —- a woman!

"Now who's the one being sexually harassed, hmm?!" taunts Padma. She withdraws her middle finger for a moment but then she adds more lube and inserts two fingers into my asshole this time. It feels fuller this time but still not too bad. However she's not done yet as she slides one more finger into me to fully coat my insides with the K-Y jelly —- now I am ready to be taken.

Brian walks up right behind me and starts to position his large cockhead at my wrinkled anus. In the meantime Padma has come around to the front and sits down at a chair facing me. "Look into my eyes, Anand," she whispers to me. "I want to see the shame on your face as Brian takes you like a girl." I feel increasing pressure at my backdoor and I try to squeeze my buns tightly together to prevent my sodomy. How naive I am! My sphincter muscles are no match for Brian's rock-hard prick and within a minute I am opened.

"OOOOWWWWWW!" I scream in agony, with my lips forming a perfect O-shape, at the sharp pain of initial entry. My anal opening is stretched wide open —- much wider than I've ever experienced before —- by his throbbing horse dick as he steadily pushes inside my previously unexplored territory without mercy. Knowing that I've failed to stop the inevitable *** of my virginity I try to relax my rectum as much as possible to ease the pain but it doesn't subside at all. Through my tear-streaked vision I can see a tremendous satisfaction on Padma's pretty face. She not only gets her revenge but I notice that she's dressed to tease me even as I'm being humiliated like never before. Her nipples are quite visible through her sheer silk blouse with no bra underneath.

I continue to wail and squirm from this unfamiliar fullness in my ***d rectal passage. Brian's long pole seems to sinking into my bowel endlessly. He grips my feminine hips with his strong hands and with one powerful push finally "bottoms out" up my ass-pussy. I can now feel his lower body, and even his heavy balls, pressing tightly against my behind. Leaving his cock fully buried inside me like that for a short while, he lets my body get used to his intrusion. The initial sharp pain has slowly morphed into a dull ache that constantly reminds me that I have become the recipient of another man's cock inside my body.

After I've adjusted to his man-tool somewhat, Brian begins to pull out slowly, generating yet another very strange, yet not totally unpleasant sensation in my backside. When only his bulbous cockhead remains in my hole, he reverses course and pushes back into me, until again his muscular legs press skintight against the back of my soft thighs.

While I've never had anal sex before —- until today —- I've watched enough porn to understand that I'm now being buttfucked by this man. A ruggedly handsome, masculine man who women would undoubtedly love to have sex with. But I am not a woman. At least, not supposed to be, but now that I've "bottomed" to him like a female, I've now been shamed and dishonored into a feminine status. I don't have much time to ponder on my degradation before I'm being distracted by his in-and-out fucking motion which is picking up in pace. There's a steady echo of loud flesh-slapping-flesh noise surrounding the dinning room as he slams into my lubricated tunnel repeatedly.

Padma walks back behind me to "observe" the action up-close from a better vintage point. "Hey Anand I can see you are enjoying this, you're such a slut Anand!" Oooh this is so humiliating! But despite all that a strange pleasurable sensation begins to surface from my lower body, intermixed with the pain of being unnaturally stretched by Brian's fat sausage pounding away in my bottom. This can't be, I tell myself, there's no way I could start to enjoy being assfucked like this!

But it doesn't matter what I believe, it begins to feel more pleasurable the longer I'm being sodomized, and I even catch myself ***ly moving my ass back to meet his thrusts. Strangely, I feel a little jealous towards Padma when I imagine her getting thoroughly fucked in her brown pussy by this manly white stud on a regular basis.

I can feel Brian getting close and then he holds my body tightly towards him as he sinks fully inside me one last time to spill his man-seed deep into my bowel.

So I am ravaged — like a female -— by a virile man that evening. Before the night is over I am taken two more times by Brian in different, but equally degrading, positions. The second time was with me on all fours on the carpeted floor, and the third time on my back on the bed with the knees pulled up to my chest just like a woman being fucked in missionary position. My asshole is extremely sore—and loosened, when he's finally done with me.

The next day at work I can't help but walk kinda funny into the office. Under my regular pants is a pair of my wife's frilly panties which I was told to wear everyday. I try to avoid bumping into anyone as I feel that my coworkers have begun to suspect that something has happened to me. It's very uncomfortable to sit down as well so after squirming in my seat most of the morning, and not being able to concentrate or get any work done.

***

Things seem to have returned to normal for the next few days. By Friday I am hopeful that maybe we can make it thru the week without further "incidents", or even better that maybe Derek has forgotten his threat to subject me to further punishments.

But no such luck! On Friday morning all the partners in the firm receive an email with the subject header: PRIVATE DISCIPLINE SESSION. I have a sinking feeling as soon as I read my copy of the mail. I glance around nervously and catch a smirk on Padma's face. Not a good sign. I quickly skim the content and for sure it says "A very naughty employee who broke office rules will receive a sound bare-bottom spanking in front of the executive staff in the conference room"! It further instructs me to report to the conference room at 11:50AM, that's 10 minutes before everyone else will show up to witness this sure-to-be most humiliating spectacle.

At 11:50 promptly, I arrive at the big conference room with my head down in shame. My stern boss is already there waiting for us. I notice that the room has been arranged so that there's a straight-backed chair placed right in the center, with other office chairs placed around it in a big circle.

Derek orders me to strip all my clothes except the feminine panties I had to wear! Reluctantly I comply and then he tells me to stand facing the whiteboard and wait for my sentence. Pretty soon other executive staff members start arriving and as expected, there are loud gasps of disbelif—followed by demeaning laughter, remarks, and giggles. My face burns red-hot in shame, having to stand in front of the conference room practically NAKED, being stared at by all my superiors in the same office where I'll have to come to work everyday. Oh the offense...

After everyone has settled down comfortably for a good show, Derek announces my serious misdeeds and the consequences I must now suffer. I must be spanked bare-bottomed in front of everyone to set an example of what will happen to naughty employees like me. Without further ado he asks me to lie down over his lap. Not daring to look at anyone's face, I walk over to Derek and wait. He pulls me face-down across his knee in a very embarrassingly youngish spanking position, with my sexy panties being lowered to expose my naked buttocks.

Further murmuring can be heard from the roomful of audience, with snide comments such as "girly", "sissy", "serves him right", etc. Moments later loud smacking noises start to echo thru the enclosed conference room, extracting high-pitched squeals from me as the boss's spanking intensifies. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Ouuuch! owwww... no...." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

It's so excruciating for me to listen to my bare-bottom public spanking like this. It's just the shame of being over another man's lap getting the daylight spanked out of my feminine ass. Overcame by curiousity, I look back over my shoulder for a quick peek of the scene in the room. And it's as bad as I have imagined, if not worse. After 10 minutes of painful, non-stop spanking the accumulated stings have really gotten to me. My rounded behind is bright red and bouncing repeatedly under Derek's powerful palm. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I squirm frantically over his wide lap by is kept easily pinned down by his strong arm.

The eager audience, on the other hand, are having a great time watching my chastisement. The guys are oogling my smooth tanned skin, some getting turned on by my naked slim body gyrating over my spanker's knee. Even the female managers are enjoying the show, giggling among themselves about how sissy-looking I was as I was being man-handled by my tall white manager. I notice both Brian and Padma in the audience, laughing and having a good time at my expense.

Finally my ordeal is over. Derek announces that I've been spanked enough —- by him. He keeps me over his lap for an extra minute to let me calm down while he gently caresses my red-hot asscheeks back-and-froth. When I get up from his lap however, everyone breaks into a roaring laughter. my small dick is now fully erect! "Looks like the sissy boy enjoys his spanking!" Someone blurts out in glee. "What a cute little stiffie! HaaHAAAAA...."

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Marking My Women

It's always been my contention that we tend to be sexually conditioned by experiences in our formative years – at least that was very true for me. My first rather bumbling sexual experiences many years ago with Kiki, my then fiancé, were as thrilling and unsettling as were two earlier brief college flings. There's something to be said for being young, clueless, and always horny. And I really was without a clue in so many ways. I had no idea what it took to please a woman, sexually or otherwise.

As I recounted in another story, Kiki graduated a year before I did and took a job in another city. We had vaguely talked of marriage and I blithely believed that our relationship was just fine – I mean, weren't we in love? But as I soon learned the thread holding our relationship together was just that – a thread. In rather short order Kiki began dating without my knowledge and it was not long before she had taken one of them to her bed. In a phone conversation, which is still seared in memory, she candidly told me that she had had sex the night before with a man named Jim. The shock to my system was immediate and electric. In an instant I understood that there was no reamister for her to put her life on hold for me. However it was her matter-of-fact statement that Jim had cum inside of her that detonated my emotions and touched an erotic nerve that I didn't know I had. Another man had inseminated my girl – her first sperm – and the knowledge both thrilled and nauseated me, even more so her admission that he was quite well endowed. I was spurred to action. We married soon thereafter, though not before Jim had taken her to bed many more times, all with my consent and yes, even my encouragement.

Wonderfully Kiki helped me sort through my conflicting emotions. She made it clear that while she loved me, her frustration with my lack of real commitment and the loneliness of her life in a strange city had led her to take a lover. She accepted and was in fact delighted that another man had brought us truly together. Though more than willing to forego what was for her a casual and primarily sexual relationship, she gladly accommodated my wish that Jim continue as her lover. I never tired of the rush of watching him mount Kiki with his lean, muscled physique and his vigorous mating with her. But the greatest thrill of all was each exquisite moment when his penis withdrew from her vagina to be followed moments later by the telltale welling up of the sperm he had just deposited. In these moments I was erotically transported back to that thrilling moment when she had owned up to having taken her first dose of cum from this man. Though not fully understanding of my reaction Kiki lovingly accepted the simple fact that all of this charged me sexually. She knew really before I did that I wanted to taste Jim's leavings and encouraged me to do so. And I did. Many times. Through all of this our lovemaking improved exponentially and I am grateful to this day for Kiki's loving tolerance and even encouragement. I embraced my sexuality at an early age and was the better for it even though Kiki and I parted ways some years later.

But I digress.

Single now for many years I have had more than my share of satisfying, passionate relationships, several of them long-term though I have never remarried despite several good opportunities to do so. I've been quite content with my life and found I do best with serial monogamy, learning that life is good for me when I focus my attentions on one woman at a time. Life has been extraordinary on those occasions when a woman in my life has brought another man to her bed, either through my efforts or simply because we are not exclusive. A very select few women have been made privy to my particular kink and have indulged me to varying degrees – for that same intense gemlike erotic flame still burns bright. From time to time I have actively sought out and found couples that enjoy the attention of another man. Though I now have experienced both sides of the MFM equation, there is nothing that matches the intensity of giving my woman to another man. But I am a connoisseur. It requires the right woman and just as important the right third wheel to kick my erotic sensibilities into high gear. What can I say? I've been spoiled.

A few years ago I was dating a terrific woman named Sandy. Physically she was a marvel – a competitive bodybuilder and professional trainer, Sandy had a lithe, athletic body coupled with the physicality found so often in female gym rats. She was amazing and even better, recently divorced and intent of sampling what had been lacking in her marriage. Sampling perhaps understates the situation. She was fucking around a lot, merrily carnal and unapologetic. Though initially not forthcoming about the extent of her sexual activities, I knew that her social calendar was rather "full" and was always glad when we found time to get together. She was fun, easy going and the sex was fabulous. Though it may have been my overactive imagination at work, I was reamisterably certain on several occasions that another man had very recently serviced her. Her labia seemed a bit swollen and there was just the faintest hint of an extra something in her vagina when I entered her. Wishful thinking? As it turns out, it was anything but.

One early afternoon I decided to just pop over to her place early as we had a date for later that evening. As I turned the corner to her house, I saw a car parked in her driveway. Slowing as I passed her driveway I saw the same parking tag from the fitness center where she worked hanging from the rearview mirror of the car in the driveway. A colleague, I thought, and in a split second it hit me that she was the only female trainer at the center. The rush was immediate. Sandy likely was "entertaining" one of the young bucks who worked with her. Shaken and more than a bit aroused I stopped at a Starbucks to steady myself, determined to return in an hour or so.

And that was the most deliciously difficult hour of my life. Alive with lust, I drove to her house again and found the driveway empty. I rang the bell several times before Sandy answered wearing only a t-shirt, appearing a bit disheveled and taken aback that I had arrived so early for our date. I thought for a second that she wouldn't invite me in but she did and then immediately excused herself to freshen up saying she had just awakened from a nap. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. Though initially reluctant to yield to my advance she soon melted and responded in kind. She tasted of sweat and sex. She broke our embrace and again said she really wanted to shower but I was not to be denied. I led her to the bedroom and quickly removed her t-shirt and laid her in bed on her back. It was then that I saw the unmistakable evidence of her tryst – a large, wet, shot spot on the sheets. Mumbling a protest I pried her legs apart and tasted the real evidence of her recent activities. Her pussy was awash in cum.

"No, please, don't," she mumred as I buried my face between her thighs. "Please, please..." But I was not to be denied and her protests quickly dissolved into moans of pleasure as I continued to lap her nectar.

"You've just been fucked, haven't you?" I gasped between breaths.

No answer. Again I urged her to confess.

"Tell me, you just fucked one of the other trainers, didn't you? Didn't you?"

"Yessss," she moaned. "He just left. Oh god, don't stop what you're doing..."

And I didn't. There seemed to be no end to the seepage that flowed from her freshly fucked pussy. Finally I could stand no more and I pulled down my shorts and entered her ravaged vagina with my rock hard cock. And it took only seconds before I added my own load to his. There are times when stamina counts, but this was not one of them.

Spent, both of us lay next to each other gasping for air. Then I took her in my arms once more and kissed her, this time more tenderly but still with conviction.

"That was amazing," she whispered as I broke the kiss. "I can't help myself sometimes. I had no idea you would react like this."

We lay there for hours talking candidly and easily about what had just happened and most importantly learning a lot about each other in the process. Sandy told me that she had several other lovers but had an especially intense sexual connection with Trevor, the young trainer who had just been in her bed. Initially reluctant to become involved with a colleague, she finally gave in to his persistent advances with the stipulation that it was to be physical only and that he keep his mouth shut. She admitted that she was enamored of his sculpted body and was not surprised that he was beautifully endowed as well. Young, hung, and full of cum was how she described him. Sandy rather fancied playing cougar to this youthful stud but also said that Trevor notwithstanding, I was the only man she was seeing who really delighted her.

"Except maybe for a guy named Steve that I see occasionally," she added, "but he's even more of a player than I am. Still there's something about him that fascinates me. He's a very bad boy – worse than you!" she giggled.

I had hit the jackpot.

Steve, as it turns out, had been above board with Sandy from the beginning. They had met through the same online dating site I had used on occasion. Sandy said at first she wasn't that attracted to him and had put him off a time or two when he called for a second date. She did find that his honest admission that he was not looking for a long-term romance to be refreshing at least.

"Just not really my type," she said. "I mean he's not that great looking and not tall like you and Trevor." But he was fun and she was intrigued by the various adrenalin activities he pursued, so what he hell, she thought, I'll go out with him again and maybe go skydiving together.

And so they did. And after several fun-filled afternoons, Sandy, being Sandy, finally decided to see how he was in bed. And he was surprisingly good, she admitted. There was just something about him that compelled her. Perhaps it was his casual acknowledgment that he had something of a "stable" of women he slept with. At that point in her life, Sandy certainly understood that as she had her own coterie. Perhaps it was his cock that made him irresistible.

"Steve's cock is really thick and shaped, well, different from any other man's. He's not that long but he's just super-thick and veiny. I love to just look at it – taste it – and he's harder than any man I've ever been with. Like a rock." She looked at me and got this far away look. "It flares out at the base and when he is fully inside of me, he fills me like no one else. Like I'm stuffed!" She paused, then sheepishly grinned and said, "I do love being single and being such a slut!"

We had obviously cleared a hurdle in our relationship, as I owned up to my own sexuality with Sandy. Candor is cleansing in many ways, however in my case I knew that Sandy would now have my full attention. There was no question that I would see other women after that afternoon. Sandy had it all as far as I was concerned. In rather short order we set the tone for our relationship and that suited me just fine.

"You know," she said, "I've never done a threesome. You have. Could we?"

Silly girl. We both knew that Steve would be perfect. Trevor was wrong for many reamisters but Sandy assured me that Steve would jump at the chance. I told her to arrange matters as best suited her. And she did, calling me the following Monday to say that I was to pick her up on Saturday and meet Steve for takes around 7:00.

We were both keyed up with anticipation and talked and e-mailed constantly that week, though at my suggestion we both abstained from sex so as to heighten the sexual tension. And Steve also apparently had agreed to take a sexual holiday as well. Everyone was on board. Saturday we met as planned for takes. He was as advertised – nothing much to look at but charming and exuding a palpable natural magnetism. I felt it and understood Sandy's initial take on him – he was totally self-assured. Steve and I hit it off immediately, talking about this and that. Sandy was relaxed and obviously enjoying every moment.

Steve brought up the subject of online dating, a common thread for all three of us. He related some of his experiences and to my surprise I found that we had dated – and bedded – several of the same women. I actually said very little as he matter-of-factly discussed the women he had been with. I can still be a bit old-fashioned and never have been one to casually kiss and tell. But knowing that Steve had also done several of the women I dated touched my erotic nerve. It was one thing to anticipate what was to happen tonight but Steve had just raised the sexual stakes as I realized that he had already marked some of the women I had also had. And I was about to witness him inseminate Sandy. I hoped neither of them saw how flush I had become.

By arrangement, Steve drove Sandy home in his car and I followed in mine. She wanted to discuss "ground rules" and just generally be sure that the scenario would play out to everyone's liking. Steve and Sandy would make love first and I was to watch. After relaxing over a glass of wine in her living room we made our way to the bedroom, where I found my chair so as best to relax and observe their coupling.

Undressing Sandy slowly and lovingly, Steve gently urged her to her knees as she unbuckled his belt and tugged off his pants. His cock was rock hard and fully tented his briefs which she then removed as she caressed his ass. And he was as advertised, almost obscenely thick with an upward curve that Sandy hadn't mentioned. She instantly took him in her mouth and fellated him as he gently thrust in and out of her mouth.

"You're such a great cock sucker, Sandy. Yeah. Nice and slow. Mmmmm...not too fast or I'll cum. Don't make me cum, baby. No, don't make me cum," he murmured. "You want me to fuck you, don't you? Go easy now...easy..."

Sandy's loving attention to Steve's cock showed me unmistakably how enamored she was for his sex. Finally, he pulled her to his feet and with his cock pressed against her belly; he kissed her passionately, helping himself to the touch of her firm ass and her rounded breasts. I had a ringside ticket to a show of pure passion from these two, so obviously sexually in tune with each other. I was only a few feet away from a cock that had pleasured other women that I knew and a pussy I had fucked many times. I was mesmerized.

Steve took his time tasting Sandy's sex, preparing her for his hard, erect penis. She never looked more beautiful, lost in the pleasure that she was receiving. Steve moved on top of her as she spread her legs to accommodate him. She placed her hands on his back and gently pulled him onto her. With one long, slow, deliberate thrust he entered her body. Sandy was now filled with Steve's penis and I moved to get a better view of their coupling. His balls hung low but still didn't mask completely how dilated her pussy was by his thick, veiny cock. Slowly they found their rhythm and the room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. Time seemed to stand still as they moved first this way and then that. For almost an hour, they pleasured each other and Sandy's four orgasms were unmistakable.

I waited for the finale, as I knew that from Sandy's tales that Steve always turned a woman over and placed a pillow under her when he was ready for his own orgasm. And he did not disappoint. He positioned Sandy as he wanted and then entered her almost violently, thrusting in and out of her vagina with jackhammer intensity. Finally his buttocks tensed and he let out with a low, guttural moan as he unloaded the first stream of sperm inside of Sandy, to be followed by four more passionate bursts of his seed as he gave it up completely. These two had just mated.

But as Steve withdrew his spent penis and Sandy lay there spent, I was more than ready to join in the fun. Gently turning her over, I put my head between Sandy's thighs and caught the first upwelling of Steve's jism in my mouth. Sandy was drained from the fucking she had just received and could do no more than moan with pleasure as I cleaned her swollen pussy. Finally, needing my own release, I entered her well-used vagina, still brimming with another man's cum. I quickly added my own load to Steve's still fresh deposit. Afterwards and not surprisingly we all three dozed a bit; with Sandy warm and sweet and nestled between the two of us under the covers.

We enjoyed a few more hours together, Steve and I more languidly enjoying turns with this fabulous woman. And while not the only time we played together, this magical evening was certainly the most intense.

And this was also not the last of the erotic thrills I experienced with Steve and Sandy, both together and singly. Sandy was neither the first nor the last of my women that Steve marked.

Sandy and I thoroughly debriefed each other after our first threesome with Steve after he had left. She was languid with pure sexual satisfaction – as well she should have been – and found that she delighted in being the center of attention. She also found the sheer naughtiness of it all wonderfully satisfying. Sandy was high on her herself and on her newfound freedom as a recently divorced woman, determined to make up for lost time. More than just spreading her sexual wings, she was glad to be finally living life on her own terms. What I found fascinating was her take on Steve. I wanted to know her level of interest in him.

"Steve is not boyfriend or really even friend material for that matter. I mean, he's a player by his own admission," she mused. "I do like bad boys sometimes, so he's that, with all of his alpha male stuff. I really don't find him all that attractive but I'm drawn by his attitude. A woman can see him coming a mile away but still he's just so damn sexy!"

Sandy and I really bonded that evening, a relationship that has continued to this day. She had a firm footing on life, despite the fact that she was often on her back in the first two years after her divorce. In time she accepted that I was not at all interested in remarrying, so I occupied a special place in her life as a treasured friend and occasional lover as she in time set out to find a true life partner. I'm glad to say that she succeeded. Steve joined us perhaps half a dozen more times over the next year and a half, sometimes at her instigation and sometimes at mine – he made it clear that he was always up for a repeat, so all it took was a phone call and reamisterable notice for him to join us. Each session was intense, draining, and highly sexually charged.

Steve and I had random e-mail and occasional phone contact with each other during that period, usually to make arrangements for the next tryst. Interpermisterally I found him to be agreeable though we were far from friends or even buddies really. He was a very bright guy though I was frankly a bit put off as he had only three topics of interest; women, motorcycles, and sailing. The first one I shared, though not to the consuming degree that he did. The latter two were of no interest at all. Steve wanted to compare online dating notes; more specifically the women he was seeing, doing, or wanted to do. This made sense – we were more or less sailing the same waters with the same group of women, so why not share and compare?

Occasionally we would meet for takes at happy hour. I generally let him do most of the talking about the women he was dating. The guy was rapacious. This both fascinated and repelled me – fascinated by his obvious sexual successes yet repelled at the same time, perhaps because I genuinely liked women and was not one to treat women as disposable pleasures. Don't misunderstand – I was not in the running for monk-of-the-month. I was simply more moderate in my sampling. Generally I was not all that interested in his rap until he brought up the name of a woman I knew and had taken out and perhaps slept with. Steve was candid about whom he had 'done' and whom he had not been able to seduce. I knew of two women I had seen that he had slept with. It didn't take much of a push from me for him to provide details of his bedding these women – and when he did there was no hiding that electric effect it produced in me. Steve was a smart guy. He knew that I was 'into' his status as an alpha male. I mean I never, ever was the first one to pleasure Sandy in our threesomes. I always batted cleanup, in more ways than one. He actually didn't go into to much detail about his conquests, but this I knew – he always took women bareback. It appealed to his alpha male syndrome. He called it 'marking' them. This was in stark contrast to my use of condoms when the sex was casual.

One evening I got a call from Susan, one of the women we had both slept with. Steve had actually dated her exclusively for a few months, a rarity for him. She was that hot. Susan was a nice enough girl, though more of a party natural than I was, so our dating life was short lived. She had a superb body though and an even more superb sexual appetite. I genuinely liked her despite our obvious differences. She thought it would be fun to have dinner together and catch up. I lit up like a pinball machine at the sound of her voice, instantly hard knowing that Steve had had her repeatedly some months ago. And had her unprotected – risky, as Susan was a smoker and couldn't be on the pill. I showered, dressed and was at the restaurant she suggested within the hour.

Susan looked great as usual. And she was obviously on the make. Her breasts are truly magnificent and she was making a statement of renewed interest in me with the sluttish outfit she was wearing. I won't bore you with the details of dinner or the conversation that evening, save to say that I couldn't take my mind off her sexual connection with Steve. We were both hot for each other and it wasn't long before I was back at her place and we were naked in bed, renewing our passion for each other. I couldn't get enough of the feel or taste of Susan. In and of herself she was magnificent and totally delicious. But knowing that Steve's thick cock had repeatedly ***d and marked the pussy I was devouring put me into a totally enraptured state.

Taking her in my arms I moved between her wonderful legs and rubbed my cock up and down her labia.

"Wait, I'll get you a condom," she said breathlessly.

"Not this time," I responded. And I entered her fully in one thrust, not caring at all that she wasn't on the pill. Just as Steve had done when he had first had her.

For a man noted for his sexual stamina and usual insistence on protected sex, this time I could do naught but surrender to my lust as in short order I emptied my balls inside of Susan. It was an act of reclaiming. The instant I had entered her body I knew I was a goner. For I knew that Steve had lain between her thighs as I was now, enjoying the same pleasure I was experiencing.

"Wow. You mustn't have had any in a long time!" she giggled as I withdrew and lay beside her. "That was so hot! But, bad boy! You know I'm not on the pill. Don't worry though, I'm sure it's okay."

The trip from the mountain top back to earth was instantaneous. Oh brother, I thought, you've done it now. But she cuddled up next to me and soothed me, telling me again not to worry.

"But that shouldn't happen again, you know. I haven't had a man do that inside of me since I was married."

It's a good thing I have such a good poker face, else I would have lost it completely when confronted with such a bald-face lie. But still and all, the evening had been a total rush. And, truthfully, single people rarely are completely forthcoming about their other 'activities', so no harm, no foul. Fortunately I did come to my senses and all further lovemaking was well protected, that night and on those few occasions when he got together afterwards. But how delicious it was to throw caution to the wind and mark her myself. And it was quite a liquid marking, as even I was impressed by what was even by my standards an overflowing well of cum which I had deposited in her pussy.

It was a few more months before I met Steve for an after work happy hour. Sandy was to join us but she had a few late clients, so we sipped a few brews. I was considering telling him about my 'reclaiming' Susan, but waffled a bit before finally spilling the beans.

"What a slut!" Steve exclaimed. "I fucked her bareback dozens of times," he said after listening to my brief account of the evening. I defended her a bit. I mean, I liked her and really wasn't put off by her lie. "Hey, I'll bet she'd do both of us together, " he said. "Ask her the next time you see her. I know you want to."

Maybe he was right. Perhaps I wanted exactly that. But as I pondered this for a moment it hit me that while that might be fun, it just wouldn't have been the same as sharing Sandy with Steve – or sharing my ex-wife Kiki with Jim. And I knew why. Susan and I were too casual for such an otherwise enjoyable tryst to really ignite the booster stage that would propel me into a higher sexual trajectory. For that to occur, I had to be bonded to some degree with a woman. The giving of my woman to an alpha male required a level of true intimacy if it really was to touch a raw sexual nerve. I was truthfully very close to Sandy before our threesome and got even closer when I shared her with Steve. Kiki's mating with Jim drew me intensely close to her. It was something of an epiphany. What was even more fascinating was that in the next few days I accepted the simple truth that I had quite a submissive side – but one which would only surface in a very specific set of sexual circumstances.

Still, I couldn't deny that it would be hot to watch Steve do Susan.

There's nothing quite so wonderful as sharing time with a good friend. And I was fortunate that Sandy was mine. Quite apart from the great sex, we were both candid with one another. No subject was taboo. We both accepted each other and truthfully I was a bit in love with her. But ever practical, she knew that I was not marriage material and in time she had set her long-term sights elsewhere. We chewed that over at length more than once. Later that week, after my 'epiphany', I brought up the subject of our threesomes as we sat outside on her porch, really wanting her take on it, or rather her take on me and why I was so enthralled.

"Well," she said, "I know why I enjoy them so much. I love the sex and I love being with you and I love the attention." She was thoughtful for a moment and went on. "As for you, I just think you enjoy a break from being so dominant in your work and other relationships and can just be a bit submissive and enjoy. You're really at your best when you're relaxed."

I was more than intrigued and asked her to continue.

"I know your history with Kiki and Jim, after all. I think you probably have bi tendencies and giving your woman to a more dominant man excites you and allows you to act out a bit."

She was right, of course.

"Look, Steve and I both are pretty sure you want to handle his cock and maybe go down on him. We've talked about it but neither of us wanted to broach the subject with you." She paused and then went on, "I mean, you do want to do that, don't you?"

"Yes," I said flatly.

"Well then," she smiled, "just go ahead and do it next time. I won't mind at all. I think it'd be kind of hot and I'll tell you that Steve would totally get off on it. Look, just relax and do what you want. No one is going to judge you."

Food for thought, and then some. And I chewed the idea over and over for weeks, but never brought up the subject again with Sandy. Nor did she with me. It just kind of sat there for a while before I mentally tucked it away. I know enough about myself to realize that I am best served when I allow permisteral change to take a slow, unhurried course. And somehow I knew that Sandy would deftly see to it that I acted out this obviously deeply buried desire.

And I was not to be disappointed. Sandy's bad-girl period had about run its course and she had winnowed down her list of suitors to a very likely prospect from out-of-town who, though very attentive, was wise enough not to push her too hard, too soon into a monogamous relationship. Our relationship had certainly evolved and while intimate, was only occasionally physical. It had been months since our last threesome, despite Steve's frequent entreaties. So I was at first taken aback a bit when she called one evening and asked if I had plans for the following Saturday - and if I had any to break them. Steve was bringing her to my place at 7:00 and she wanted to spend the night with me afterwards. And she hung up the phone.

And I thought of little else for almost a week. I didn't know exactly what I would do but I knew I would do something and it would be life changing. Sandy was in training for a show and so was super lean and out-of-this-world desirable. I was dying to talk with her but somehow I knew that would not be in the spirit of the occasion, so I was left with my surging desires and frequently with a rock hard cock, which I was determined not to use before Saturday.

They arrived only a few minutes late and Sandy looked amazing – tanned, and ultra-toned, sporting a tight, form-fitting red knit dress that showed off her legs. The three of us relaxed over a glass of wine before Sandy wordlessly made her way to my bedroom. Steve was right behind but I poured myself another glass of liquid courage and took a minute to gather myself. Steve was just taking her into his arms as I entered the bedroom. She melted into his embrace as they kissed, his hands testing the tautness of her sculpted ass. Her form simply merged with his body.

Then, without so much as a glance in my direction, she allowed Steve to tug her dress over her head, revealing her perfect body. He then embraced her once more before she began to work to remove his belt. Kneeling, she tugged down his pants as he unbuttoned and discarded his shirt. His boxers came down next, as she tugged them off and then over his completely erect penis, which he quickly fed into her mouth. She gave me the most fleeting sideways glance and smiled, her mouth full of his thick cock. My own clothes came off instantly. I was to be a spectator no more.

I was the first one in bed; lying there gently stroking myself for a minute or so. Sandy joined me and kissed me warmly. I never could remember the name of her fragrance but it was distinctly her and filled my senses. Was it my imagination or did her kiss taste of Steve's musk? I felt the bed move and saw Steve move to the other side and felt his hand brush my chest as he fondled her breasts. Sandy moved slightly onto her back and as I moved down to taste her, I could see her tiny hand stroking Steve's penis and fondling his low hanging sac as they kissed intimately. I lifted my head as I felt Steve shift slightly and place his cock on her thigh. And that was all it took. It took no coaxing for me to first touch and then fondle his erect penis. My exploration was unhurried. Sandy's hand was gently stroking my hair but she had not broken her kiss with Steve. At first I was only aware of the newness of it all, but then, when I thought that this same cock would soon be pleasuring Sandy - be deep inside her body - I gave it up completely and took him into my mouth.

The sensations were totally new. I remember thinking how the soft, spongy glans was set off by the stiff, thickness of his rod. It took me fellating him to really grasp just how thick he was. I was fascinated by the upward curve of his penis, like the end of a ski jump. Steve moaned in appreciation and murmured the same entreaty that he had used so often with Sandy, to not make him cum. I felt his cock pulse once or twice and I wondered if in fact he was going to fill my mouth with his sperm, which really I didn't want. Before releasing my hold on him, I withdrew his penis from my mouth and gave it a quick, gentle squeeze and was excited to see a drop of pre-cum extrude as a result.

I rolled to my side and gently parted Sandy's legs, in an offering to Steve. With a familiar motion he rubbed the head of his erection against her labia. I gently guided him into her vagina and then gave them both a bit of space. Thank goodness for my king sized bed. I smiled inwardly thinking perhaps it was the size of my bed that made my place the chosen venue for the night. Steve seemed especially into the lovemaking but what really made the moment so special was Sandy's attention to me, kissing me even as she took pleasure from Steve's bare cock inside her body. For the first time I was truly and fully offering my woman to another man. I was hyper-conscious and thrilled that Steve could inseminate her whenever he wanted.

Steve withdrew after about five minutes of deep, intense thrusting. As if on cue, Sandy urged me to my back and straddled me, taking me inside of her. I was afraid I would cum too quickly but her initial rhythms were slow and measured.

"Now, it's time for my fantasy," she whispered in my ear. With that she tilted her pelvis slightly up, causing my cock to withdraw an inch or two. I felt Steve move between my legs as he settled into position. Sandy leaned back ever so slightly. I experienced a pressing sensation as he pushed his erection with some power past the entrance to her pussy, which I already occupied. I lay perfectly still as I felt his thick member finally push past the resistance and fill her vagina. At first I was conscious only of the extra pressure but then the intensely erotic thrill of it all overwhelmed me. Steve took complete charge and rhythmically drove his penis in and out of her pussy. He grasped her buttocks as if to brace himself. It required all of my self-control not to cum from the stimulation Steve's thrusting cock and Sandy's tight pussy provided. Sandy was out of her mind with pleasure. I felt the familiar spasm of her orgasm as her body was wracked with the obscene satisfaction that these two cocks were providing.

In the blink of an eye I felt Steve's weight push forward and felt his leg shift as he tensed and cried out his impending orgasm. Sandy and I stayed very still as his cock twitched noticeably; followed immediately by the warm, liquid sensation of his seed flooding her pussy and coating my shaft. With that my cock spasmed its offering. Steve and I were simultaneously pulsing our loads of sperm inside of this magnificent woman. The primal release of inseminating, marking the same woman was overwhelming.

Still on his knees, Steve collapsed on top of Sandy and the three of us lay together totally spent. As he withdrew his shaft, mine fell out as well and immediately a torrent of our mixed fluids surged from her pussy and onto my abdomen.

"Thank you...," Sandy gasped as Steve withdrew his spent penis. I kissed her gently as she collapsed in a heap beside me. Totally drained I looked at Steve, still kneeling before me. His shaft was not yet totally flaccid and I saw a thin thread of sperm dangling from his prick head. I sat up and in one motion gently held his sweaty balls and licked away the last upwelling of cum from his softening cock. Wordlessly the three of us gave in to our exhaustion and slept. I must have been out for a bit. When I awoke, Steve was gone but Sandy dreamed peacefully beside me.

We had the most marvelous evening and night that followed. Sandy and I talked, held each other, and made love. It was perfectly languid and wonderful. She let me know that this was a swan misterg for our sexual connection. Anders, her out-of-town suitor was to be her focus from this night on. And I am delighted to say that they did in fact marry and he takes very good care of her. She is still my great and good friend and well settled in her new life.

Life goes on. Steve and I had a few fine adventures before us. In time I settled into a long-term relationship with Mary Ann, a sweet, though sexually somewhat naïve woman. But the erotic pleasures experienced with Steve still lurked in the corners of my mind – troubling but intensely compelling. And there was something about Mary Ann...

Life seemed rather vanilla after the mind-blowing experience of that last threesome with Steve and Sandy. The sensations of that session were both thrilling and unsettling. I was accustomed to tasting another man's leavings as I done so on numerous occasions with both Kiki and Sandy. The silky texture of the juices of these women and their lovers was both familiar and compelling. Both women delighted my senses when I tasted and savored their sex. Jim and Steve's sexual fluids in their bodies took that pleasure to a much higher, more intense level. Great sex always begins in the mind and in my mind there was nothing more erotic than offering my women to the sexual needs of an alpha male. And Jim and Steve were in my mind just that -- men who were casual in taking their sexual pleasures and thankfully mindful not to take my sexually submissive streak too far. They were both just cool, sexually and permisterally. Both also took great satisfaction inseminating women. Jim owned up to the delight he took in being the first man to take my wife Kiki bareback. While Steve was certainly not the first man to mark Sandy he clearly took an almost obscene pleasure from taking women unprotected -- slutting them out as he termed it.

Learning that Kiki had first had bare sex with another man seared my consciousness. The indelible memory of her awful, yet delicious revelation has driven my sexuality to this day. My first thought, after the initial visceral shock, was that even as we discussed the consequences of her fateful tryst with Jim, her sex was soaked with the many millions of his tiny, wriggling sperm cells. For days after that phone call, and despite coming to a good result for our own relationship, Kiki carried Jim's living seed in her body -- and would continue to accept his marking even as we planned our future together. Knowing that she was on the pill did little to calm me, as the simple truth was that she had casually and willingly taken the baby-making sperm of another man into her pussy. Nor did my own bare coupling with her a few days later undo what had already been done. Moreover I encouraged Kiki to continue to offer herself to Jim, which she gladly did throughout our marriage -- draining his balls regularly in my wife.

Yet these sensations paled in comparimister to the overwhelming mental and physical rush of experiencing Steve's sex myself; first touching, then tasting it, and finally feeling the liquid release from his thick penis enveloping my own cock as we double penetrated Sandy that memorable night. That experience brought me into a new and unfamiliar submissive state. Though disturbing, it was at the same time intensely erotic. I learned that Sandy and Steve had arranged this final scenario with great care, both of them well and truly aware of my deeper desires even before I was. For that I am grateful. Though that night was never repeated with Sandy and Steve, she encouraged me to accept and explore, living life on my own terms as she did with hers.

Steve and I stayed in touch, exchanging the occasional e-mail and knocking back a few from time-to-time at happy hour. He let me know that I was welcome to his cock if I wanted but frankly that had no appeal in and of itself and I told him so, though his smug attitude indicated that he didn't believe me. His attitude really could be quite grating at times. Still I was in awe of his voracious sexuality and he knew it. Steve let me know that he would be glad to service any of my women as he had done Sandy. I was non-committal but I knew that nothing would give me more pleasure than to do just that, though I couldn't bring myself to tell him so.

We swapped a few details about whom we were seeing. Steve seemed fairly settled with someone named Debbie while I was spending time with Ellen, a gorgeous though demanding and rather self-absorbed woman -- not my type really as typically I steer clear of high maintenance women. But she channeled much of her manic energy into sex, so I wasn't complaining. Steve was very interested and let me do most of the talking for once. Ellen could go from calm to upset quickly if she felt I wasn't being sufficiently attentive. She expected, no demanded, adoration and constant attention from her partner. I found being her boyfriend to be both exhilarating and exhausting. Her energy was intoxicating and physically she was a marvel -- absolutely athletic with full C cup breasts and a delicious, rounded ass. While a great lady to her mister and otherwise a decent permister, she admitted to occasional indiscretions while she was married, rationalizing that as they were all one night stands they were not at least not sordid long-term love affairs. Though she didn't threaten in so many words, I did have the sense that she would look elsewhere if her needs weren't met. I mean, she had rather a track record in that regard -- not that I would have minded so long as I was privy to the details. And she had over time opened up to me a good bit about her somewhat checkered past. She knew a good bit about mine, save some of the specifics about my relationship with Steve.

Steve took in all of this information and coolly, and as it turned out correctly, pronounced her a true slut. He encouraged me to probe her sexuality more deeply. He was certain that she would enjoy a threesome -- would even suggest it herself first if given the chance to own up to her lustful nature.

"And I know you want to see me do one of your women again," he smirked. "You know you do."

Yeah, I wanted just that and set about making it happen.

Ellen was in one of her demanding moods and insisted that I spend my entire weekend with her, as her mister was with his man and she didn't want to be alone. I acquiesced though I knew that she would drain my energy, not to mention my cock, as she was insatiable. Such is the life of a guy with a high maintenance woman. Not that I really was complaining, mind you. We spent all day Saturday together, running a few errands but always returned to the bedroom. Though tiring, the very sight of her magnificent body kept me going and going. Thankfully we slept in Sunday and enjoyed a nice brunch after making love when we awoke. It was a far more relaxing day than Saturday but by mid-afternoon she was getting restless. The conversation turned to sex and I could tell that she was getting turned on telling me about her fantasies and a few of her sordid deeds. Some of it was typical sex-on-the-beach-at-midnight stuff, but she added that she would love it if someone were watching. Ellen admitted that she had done one of her ex-husband's employees once and found it perversely thrilling to see him on the job afterwards, knowing she had had him.

"You must think I'm awful, don't you?" she asked. "Sometimes I just can't help myself. I've had these urges my whole life and I just give in to them from time to time. Do you think there is something wrong with me?" Her eyes looked to me for acceptance.

I assured her I was not at all judgmental. I also told her that I found some of her experiences to be frankly quite hot. And I was getting hotter by the minute.

"Let's do something really wicked sometime like go to one of those swinger resorts or something. Wouldn't that be amazing?" she asked with animation. "I've always wanted someone to watch me having sex and watch someone else. Maybe even have someone join us. What do you think?"

I thought I would love, love, love to have Steve join us. But she spoke first.

"I don't think I could handle your being with another woman though; but how about another man with me? You've done that haven't you?" She knew I had. "I want to fuck another man and have you watch." She was deeply rubbing her pussy as she spoke. "Can we do that? Soon?"

"How about tonight," I suggested. She looked straight into my eyes.

"Tonight? But how?" she asked.

"I have this friend...," I said tentatively. She paused for a moment and then continued.

"What's he like?" she asked.

"He's single, nice looking (OK, I lied) - sort of a ladies' man. You'd like him." I told her.

"Call him," she said. And that was all it took.

I went to the other room and with shaking hands dialed Steve's number, hoping that he would be answer. I was in luck. He did. I kept it brief asking him if he could come over to Ellen's house and fuck her. I told him he was right about her. He chuckled.

"Yeah, buddy, I'll totally do your woman. Give me her address and I'll be over in an hour." I could almost see the satisfied smirk on his face. "I'll do all of your women."

I almost forgot to tell him not to mention anything to Ellen about our threesomes with Sandy -- especially not the fact that I had gone down on him.

"That's our secret, dude. See you in an hour."

Ellen was already in the shower when I returned to the bedroom. I told her that Steve would be over in about an hour. I sat on the chair in her dressing area as we talked.

"An hour? That doesn't give me much time to get ready! Oh, this is soooo exciting, isn't it?" she said as she peeked out of the shower curtain.

She looked amazing; alive with radiant sexual beauty as she stepped out of the shower. Her breasts glistened with water and I gazed with pure delight at her toned haunches, knowing that very soon they would carry the weight of Steve's body. Ellen clothed was a marvel as she knew how to flatter her best features, her high, full bosom and slender waist. She was unaccountably displeased that her limbs were so muscled and never wore jeans so as not to draw attention to an ass she felt was too rounded. Naked, as she stood before me now, she was nonetheless utter perfection -- her presentation that of a jungle cat; muscled and predatory. While Sandy shared her athleticism, she was tiny - a spinner. Ellen was built altogether differently -- a warrior, dangerous and feline in form and motion. Steve was in for a rare treat. All three of us were for that matter.

Ellen was terribly keyed up about the impending threesome and talked nonstop as she did her hair and makeup at the dressing table. It wasn't so much nerves as excitement. As with most men I find the process of a woman's dressing room preparations to be tedious, however with Ellen the visual delights were as compelling as basking in her anxious energy. And she peppered me with questions about Steve and how this scenario should be best played out.

"See to the takes. Tidy up the bedroom. Light some candles. Put on some music." (Yes, dear; certainly, dear; whatever you say, dear) She was clear that I was not to join in and Steve was not to linger afterwards. (Whatever you say, dear) She could have been reciting a laundry list for all I cared. She never looked better -- beyond amazing. Ellen decided the best presentation was for her to receive Steve in bed, naked under a single sheet. She did just that and fussed at me a bit when I kissed her as I tucked her in. I sat on the floor and we chatted a bit, waiting for the doorbell, as Ellen gently played with her trim, beautifully formed pussy. I foolishly asked if she was ready.

"Mmmmm, what do you think?" she whispered as she pulled her hand from under the sheet and showed me the glistening wetness of her sex on her fingers. I gingerly kissed and licked the liquid sweetness of her upwelling passion. Delicious.

Steve was fortunately prompt and as I went to answer the door, Ellen gave me the most wicked, mischievous smile. As instructed I mixed him a take and went over the 'ground rules' for the tryst. I had one too to steady my nerves. And I had a case of the jitters so I told him again not to reveal anything about our 'past' escapades.

"Rest easy," he assured me. "Let's do it. Lead me to the slaughter."

As Steve entered the room they both smiled, clearly pleased with each other. Frankly, I was a bit concerned that she wouldn't find him that attractive but Steve just has that sexual quality about him that women sense immediately. They chatted for a few moments and as they did Ellen sat up slightly as the sheet fell to reveal her full breasts. Steve eyed them appreciatively and whistled softly.

"You're gorgeous," he said, as he moved his hand over her tits. Ellen just smiled and allowed him to take his fill of her treasures. She moved to undo his belt and with his willing assistance, his pants came down quickly.

"Ooooh, nice...," Ellen whispered as Steve's fully erect cock emerged from his pants. I had taken my designated seat by the dresser and as Ellen's hand wrapped around his manhood, she stole a quick look at me and smiled. She was more than pleased with my choice of a lover for her.

As Steve finished disrobing, Ellen got up from the bed and he embraced her -- a familiar and thrilling sight; my woman naked in Steve's arms. They kissed and their hands moved freely over each other's body in unhurried exploration. The entire scene was in slow motion as far as I was concerned. The flickering light of the candles, while perfect for the mood, maddeningly was too dim for me to see it all clearly. Ellen was expertly pleasuring Steve's erect penis with her mouth. At one point Steve moaned his familiar entreaty not to make him cum.

They moved to the bed and kissed as Steve probed her sex with his fingers. Even with the soft music in the background, his stimulation of her pussy showed her to be very wet and very, very ready for his thick, veiny cock. Steve moved on top of her as her legs spread to allow him full access. I shifted in my seat and saw her hand guide him inside of her. Steve's body moved on top of her, Ellen's breasts pushing into his chest and he fed his cock into her vagina. He must have bottomed out on his first thrust as Ellen grimaced when he was fully inside of her. They paused for a few moments and then found their rhythm. Ellen was softly vocal telling Steve how much pleasure he was giving her and urging him to fuck her. Steve's buttocks flexed with each thrust of his penis in her vagina. Again and again he sheathed and unsheathed his cock inside of my girlfriend. And each time he did she moaned her pleasure.

Ellen was really into their lovemaking, having cum once just a few minutes into the session. When she orgasms, her body tenses and becomes rigid. The sight of her toes curled tightly told me that Steve had gotten her off. With a quick, practiced motion he rolled onto his back as Ellen's weight took his cock deeply inside of her. Steve was really stretching her pussy as she now took control. Ellen rocked her hips to maximize the friction of their joining and then her thighs tightened as she climaxed again. Coming down from her orgasm she leaned forward and kissed Steve. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts as she did. Steve couldn't take his hands off of them. His large balls came clearly into view and I thought of the sperm they contained and how soon he would empty them into my willing girlfriend.

Ellen may have been self-conscious about her ass, but Steve was clearly enjoying their fullness, playfully slapping her ass cheeks as Ellen moved on top of him. I couldn't make out all that he was saying to her but I know that he asked her to slow down at least twice as he was about to cum. Steve moved Ellen off of him and coaxed her to her knees as he positioned himself to take her from behind. His cock, slathered in her juices, glistened in the candlelight. Gratefully, they had turned sideways on the bed and I saw him work his spongy glans past her labia and then, grasping her ass, Steve mounted her fully. I knew that he was preparing to ejaculate inside of Ellen; and I knew he would do so fairly quickly.

Steve was true to form. He pistoned her with perhaps a dozen strokes and then with one hand on her left, low-hanging breast, he buried his cock against her cervix and released his orgasm. His bare cock was sending out volleys of cum inside of Ellen as she too climaxed yet again -- it was intense and insanely erotic to witness this.

Spent, Steve withdrew his spent member from her pussy with an audible plop. They fell exhausted into the bed and lay there sated from their sexual exertions. Seeing them lying together peacefully I felt out of place, so I silently left the bedroom to give them a few minutes alone. It must have been about fifteen minutes and a gin and tonic later that I returned to find Ellen fast arelax and Steve dressed, ready to go.

"Thanks, buddy," he grinned as we walked to the door. "She was better than advertised. Any time you two want a repeat, just call. Anytime." He chuckled and then looked me in the eye and reminded me. "I'll do all of your women."

Any hope I had of reclaiming Ellen that night vanished as she had fallen fast arelax. I took off my clothes and as I lay next to her I knew why she had moved to one side of her king bed. I was lying in a sickeningly wet shot spot, soaked with Steve's sperm as it had cascaded out of Ellen's well-used pussy. Carefully, so as not to wake her, I managed to part her legs slightly and felt her still engorged labia and the slimy mess coating her sex. Much as I wanted to enter her juicy kitty, I moved to the other side of the bed and soon I too fell arelax.

Ellen surprisingly had little to say about the episode, except to say that Steve was great in bed but was adamant that it was not something she cared to repeat. She pressed me on how close I was to him and I truthfully told her we were not really close at all. She snapped at me several times in the weeks following and said that she did not want me to discuss that evening with him. As she brought up the subject more than once over the final few months that we dated I began to wonder why she was so insistent on wanting to know. I assumed she didn't like guys kissing and telling and left it at that. How wrong I was.

About a month later I got an e-mail from Steve informing me that Ellen had asked for his phone number after I had left the room and did I know that she was making booty calls to him. Unbeknownst to me Steve had fucked her a week after that first evening and was going over to fuck her again that very same evening. What a slut. As much as I would have liked to have gotten the story from Ellen, I had to rely on Steve for details of their mating. Seems that she thought he was really great in bed and she had no compunctions about inviting him back for seconds, and thirds, and more. Steve marked her repeatedly over the next few months and always made sure that I knew when he had been invited over to Ellen's house and to her bed.

My relationship with Ellen, while exciting, was also exhausting and a few months later I was more than ready to move on. Had she been up-front and simply said that she wanted Steve again, I would totally have been there and stayed with her. That was not her style. Once a cheating woman....

In time I simply let my relationship with Ellen fade away. I missed her energy and her unmatched physical charms, but not enough to continue to subject myself to her nonsense. She still calls on occasion but I have more or less extricated myself from her strange, weird web. I met a 'nice' woman named Mary Ann online soon thereafter and we began dating.

Mary Ann was bright but unsophisticated and I found her naïveté rather charming. She was recently divorced and typical of newly single women her age (mid-forties) she was ready for someone and something different. Mary Ann had been out with a number of men but though most of them had asked to see her again, she always declined. She came from a rural upbringing and I always had the sense that while thoroughly grounded in those values, she wanted more from life. Certainly she wanted more than her controlling, Type-A ex-husband provided. And she seemed to have set her sights on me.

Mary Ann was a bit of a project. I was on occasion still fucking Susan and her tart girlfriend Jacque, so I was not put off overmuch when she rejected my initial advances. I mean, I wasn't going without. Mary Ann was cool, comfortable and while not beautiful, she had a lithe runner's body and the most stone-cold perfect legs I have ever seen on a woman. And she had absolutely no real sense of her physical charm and that was really part of her appeal. She also adored me and when does that not work? Once I managed my way into her bed -- and that took several months as she had not had a man since her husband -- she was, well, OK. Physically Mary Ann was wonderful -- a size double zero with enhanced breasts -- but she was totally vanilla. Then again, after the emotional workout that was Ellen, a nice, vanilla woman was OK by me. I settled in and settled down a bit. And I rarely heard from Steve, which truthfully was OK by me as well. We did get together once for takes but I found myself rather disinterested in his prattle about Ellen and the other women he was doing. I really had little to offer except to say that I was dating Mary Ann and was pretty content. Well, I did offer up a few tidbits, specifically that she had this lithe, runner's body and insisted on condoms, as she was not on the pill and could not be so for medical reamisters. Steve had a laugh about that but really I was rather done with him and his lifestyle, so I just ignored it. I couldn't ignore that his definite interest in Mary Ann was troubling -- especially about her yummy body and how she performed in bed. Okay, yeah, I thought about Steve and Mary Ann together...
The DTR (Define The Relationship) moment comes for most men in any relationship and mine came about six months in. I was surprised really, as Mary Ann had been so totally cool up to that point. Well, the cool disappeared quickly enough when she asked me where I thought the relationship was going. Can you hear me groaning? I was cornered -- the walls were closing in. Despite my deft attempts at escape, Mary Ann learned in short order that while remarriage may have been on her agenda, it was not on mine. And that really was that. Once a man has made it clear that he is not interested in marriage, a woman's interest drops precipitously. In our case it took another six weeks of revisiting this painful issue for her to be convinced that I was not then nor would I be in the future open to remarriage. Regretfully that pretty well cut it for her. Sure I had regrets but confirmed bachelor that I am, I simply moved on. I assumed Mary Ann was still pining for me.

Steve's note, detailing his seduction and bedding of Mary Ann, was a real haymaker. My sweet, lovely, naïve ex-girlfriend had not only spread her legs for Steve but had been allowed him to inseminate her as well - and not just once but over and over again. My imagination had free rein and it took little effort to visualize his all too familiar erect penis sheathed in her sweet pussy. And unlike my condom-clad member, Steve had pleasured himself bareback with Mary Ann -- and was continuing to do so at will apparently. The all too searing memory of Kiki's first mating with Jim returned with nauseating effect. Steve had ***d her in my mind as Jim had ***d Kiki -- marked her with his potent sperm. And I knew that she was quite fertile. She had insisted on protected sex with me for that very reamister. Yet again an alpha male had tread where I feared to tread -- or perhaps was not allowed to tread. I didn't know. And I was disturbed that I read and re-read Steve's note, getting myself off each time I did. And each time the vision of his cum upwelling from her pussy triggered my release.

What to do? Well, what could I do? Not a damn thing. I had once again allowed a truly amazing girl to slip through my fingers, easy prey for a sexual vulture like Steve. Already he had done four of the women I dated. Ellen was a total player and while I enjoyed giving her to Steve, it didn't faze me that she continued to fuck him behind my back. Steve had had Shalice as well, but my relationship with her was casual at best. Sandy was special to me but her sexing Steve was at least open and fun. Mary Ann was an entirely different matter. I had to know the whole story. Approaching Mary Ann was out of the question. But I had to know and only Steve could tell me. Living in the shadow-land of knowing but not really knowing was agonizing. Steve had seduced, mounted, and bred Mary Ann but the vision was cloudy and the particulars unknown. And I had to know.

So I wrote him back a few days later, trying my best to sound cool. I congratulated him on his conquest of Mary Ann and made some passing reference to getting together in the future for a take. Steve was having nothing of my studied indifference. His reply was terse.

Come by my place and I'll you what you want to know -- I'll tell you all about Mary Ann while you suck my cock.

It didn't take long for my reply -- when? His reply popped up in my inbox only a few minutes later.

Now

It's a good thing that I didn't have time to think about all of this. I just got in my car and drove to his place. My heart was pounding as I rang the bell. Steve greeted me with his familiar insufferable smile and invited me in. I did a quick survey of his place and wasn't impressed. By any measure his pad was not inviting but I really didn't care. I gratefully accepted a proffered beer and relaxed on his sofa and took a few deep swigs, glad for the rush. Steve sat next to me and we got through the small talk fairly quickly.

"So, what do you think of me balling Mary Ann?" he asked casually.

"I was surprised," I answered honestly. "She didn't seem to be that kind of a girl." I took another swig. "I mean, she's not really your type."

"Well, she is. I fucked her on our first date" he replied. "Did I tell you that?"

"No," I replied meekly. "I didn't know that."

"You do now," he said. "She made some noise about not wanting to even kiss on a first date but I just pushed through that bullcuckolds brownie and had her. She loved it -- took my cock all night long -- took it bare. Your ex is a slut."

I didn't know what to say. I just looked at him. Steve smiled back and unzipped his pants and took out his hardening penis. It was almost painful, but deliciously painful, to envision his thick, veiny tool inside Mary Ann's body. The testicles that had produced the potent sperm he spurted into her vagina hung low and loose.

"Here's the cock that fucked your woman," he gloated. "Take a look at the cock that's fucked Mary Ann -- that's fucked all of your women." Steve stroked his manhood and looked straight through me. "I'm going to fuck all of your women with this cock and you can't stop me. But Mary Ann was the best. Want to know more?"

It was all too much for me. I reached over and grasped his fully erect penis and as I did I felt it twitch in appreciation. I didn't say a word but Steve knew what I wanted to hear.

"She was all coy on our first date -- didn't make much eye contact with me but I knew she was into me. I can always tell. And that body -- man, you were right -- totally prime. She talked about having recently dated some guy and I knew it was you. Said she was sort of on the rebound and I just listened and sympathized -- yada, yada, bullcuckolds brownie, bullcuckolds brownie. Anyway, I drove her home. Man, when I opened the door for her at her place I checked out those fine legs as she got out. Thought about how she was going to spread them for me." My heart sank, as I too knew of the lean, smooth flesh of her thighs. Steve's cock was fully distended now and I finally had to take him in my mouth. And I did.

"Yeah, that's it," he said evenly. "Suck my cock -- just like Mary Ann did that night -- like she's going to again tonight." My heart sank and my hand gently held the balls that even now were manufacturing the sperm soon to be delivered to Mary Ann's unprotected pussy. I was totally giving it up as Steve continued his tale of seduction.

"I took her to her door and moved to kiss her. She tried to pull away but I just put my arm around her waist and kissed her. She melted, dude. She felt how hard my cock was pressing into her. She went from zero to sixty in about two seconds and kissed me back -- hard. She was going to be mine -- easy as pie."

Steve told me how she led him inside and allowed him to undress her in the hallway. Mary Ann was literally surging with desire by this point and was all but pulling Steve towards her bedroom. She sat on the bed, fully naked, her lithe, naked body totally available for his pleasure. Steve caressed her 'C' cup breasts as she breathlessly undid his belt and slid his jeans off of him. And then, just as I was doing now, she took his already fully erect penis into her mouth.

"She was hungry for my cock, dude. Like she hadn't had any for years. I had to tell her to slow down. Mmmmm...yeah, just like you need to do now. Easy...easy...I'm going to need that load later tonight." My heart sank again. Steve said that he lay next to her and explored her taut, athletic body. Kissing her, he moved on top of her and rubbed his cock on her wet, ready mound.

"There's a condom in the nightstand," she whispered. But Steve simply flexed his ass and fed his bare shaft into her in one telling thrust.

"She tensed for about two seconds and then just gave it up." Steve informed me. "Your girlfriend's a slut. Not a word of protest. She just spread her legs and took it." Steve was moaning and totally enjoying my oral servicing now. "Mmmmm...she came really quickly. Did you make her cum?" That hurt. I didn't think that I ever had. "Yeah, I just put her legs over my shoulder and pounded her -- just like she wanted. You should've seen her sweating and moaning -- she was loving what I was giving her." I was in agony now.

Steve said that he was enjoying fucking Mary Ann more than any other woman he had ever had. And he was unable to contain his orgasm for long.

"She was so fucking hot," Steve moaned. "Yeah, soooo hot. I couldn't last and I just gave it up and came inside of her. Filled her, dude. Filled her." My head was spinning and I sat back and looked at his sex, knowing Mary Ann had taken it all inside of her body. Steve was on the edge of climax at that moment as a clear dollop of pre-cum emerged from his glans. He relaxed and took a deep breath.

"Wow, you got me close, dude -- too close." Steve took a deep breath. "I've got other plans for that load tonight, if you know what I mean."

We both took a second to back off of the intensity of the moment. I asked him what had happened next.

"She just lay there for a while with my cum running out of her. We napped and went at it again. I must've done her four times before I left the next morning." Steve was grinning now. "Never a word about using protection -- that night or any other time. What do you think about her now?"

I thought I was going to pass out. I thought I had to see Mary Ann again -- see her as soon as possible after Steve had marked her again -- talk to her maybe -- anything, just so long as I had some contact with her after she had been inseminated.

"That's just incredible," I offered weakly as Steve replaced his member back in his pants. "I wish I could watch you do her."

"Yeah, well, so do I but that isn't going to happen any time soon. But how about if I text you every time I do her. It's the next best thing to being there, dude." I wished he'd stop calling me dude. "I don't know what I enjoy more; simply fucking her or messing with your head. Either way, I win; you lose." Steve smiled at me. "Don't take it permisterally; I like you, but fucking your women gets me off. And Mary Ann is especially sweet for me. I'm making her my bitch and loving it; almost as much as she does."

"You know, she isn't on the pill," I said.

"Yeah, how about that," he chuckled. "Well, that's her problem, not mine."

There wasn't anything more to say and frankly I just wanted to leave. I felt sick. And my cock ached for release; something I didn't want to attend to in front of this colossal prick. Steve must have sensed my revulsion.

"Look, for what it's worth, I know she really likes you. She made noise about her ex-boyfriend, which I take it was you. She never mentioned any names -- not her style, but hey, at least she misses you." He paused, then grinned and said, "But maybe not that much. You know, I've been with her half a dozen times and the last few sessions we've just skipped the pretense of a date -- strictly a booty call -- but a really great one. There's something extra special about a woman who's sweet like Mary Ann but loves sex. And she really loves getting it from me, you know."

I had a lot to think about and said my goodbye. "See you later," he said and then laughed, "I'll text you tonight after I've done her - Or tomorrow morning."

I think it was about 2:00 a.m. before I finally gave in and slept. And it was around 8:00 that morning when my cell phone dinged with a message.

Did her. Three loads. Hope you got some relax.

I had to get myself off before I called her. I had to contact her but the tension had become unbearable. The release was welcome and quick -- the vision of Steve's body mounting Mary Ann; his ass flexing and thrusting; his cock spurting cum inside of her unprotected body -- I made quite a mess and gratefully dozed afterwards for a bit. When I awoke, it was gone 11:00.

I drank some coffee to clear my head and dialed her number. She didn't answer and my heart sank. As I was about to leave a message, she called back.

"Hi," she said softly. "I didn't think I'd hear from you again."

"Just wanted to hear your voice," I said. "Uhm, do you want to get lunch with me or something. It'd be nice to see you."

There was agonizing silence on the other end. "OK," she finally said. "Let me shower and I'll see you at noon at that Italian place."

"OK," I said, thinking that she needed that shower to wash away the evidence of Steve on and in her body. "See you at noon," I said and she agreed.

I got to the restaurant a few minutes early and got a table. I kept checking the door. When she arrived she looked really great; she wore my favorite short jeans skirt and a form-fitting top which beautifully accentuated the shape of her breasts. She smiled and gave me a quick peck and then sat down. I caught a glimpse of her legs and couldn't shake the reality that Steve had lay between them just hours before. Her pussy was likely still seeping his seed. I looked at her with desire, knowing that as I did so, millions of his sperm cells were alive inside of her. We made small talk and ordered.

"So, everything OK with you," I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered, not really making eye contact with me.

"Good. So, what's going on in your life?" I looked for some clue in her eyes but she remained furtive and kept her eyes off of mine.

"Not much -- you know, just work and all."

The conversation was stilted and rather aimless but I hesitated to get to the point. I really wasn't sure there was a point but I was tingling just looking at her sitting across from me, so I did my best to be upbeat and casual.

"Hey, let's go out sometime soon. You know, get a bite to eat and maybe see a movie." She winced.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," she replied after a pause.

"Why not," I answered evenly.

"I'm seeing someone," she replied, her eyes still downcast.

Well, at least she's honest about that. "Oh, well, I mean I didn't want to interfere in your life or anything. It was just a thought."

Mary Ann bit her lip and then answered, "It's okay."

"So, is it anything serious?"

"I really don't want to talk about it," she replied sharply. And then she looked right at me. "You had your chance. I don't want to start up with you again."

"Okay, I know. Sorry. I was just missing you a bit," I replied, trying to be cool. "I'll leave you alone."

"I have to go," she said abruptly and got up to leave. She took a few steps and then turned back towards me. "Maybe we can do coffee some other time." And she looked right at me.

"Okay," I replied quietly. "Yeah, I'd like that."

She smiled for the first time. "So would I. Take care." And with that she walked away. I just sat there for the longest time. It wasn't what I wanted but it was something at least -- a start.

It took a few weeks before I got the nerve to call again. And she was as good as her word and we had a nice, much more relaxed chat over coffee. I even got her to laugh a few times -- nice. Steve kept me informed about their trysts, which were fairly frequent. He even told me she was being fitted for a diaphragm, which he admitted was a relief. Mary Ann wouldn't really talk about who she was seeing when I inquired -- not even his name though she did say it was casual. She did make it clear that she only dated one man at a time and so wouldn't 'date' me or anything. I stayed cool and told her I understood.

"So, are you relaxing with him," I finally asked one morning at coffee, knowing full well that she had spent the previous night with Steve.

"That's really none of your business, you know," she answered quickly and rather pontedly. She sipped at her coffee and looked away. "But, yes, I am," she finally said and as she did she looked right through me.

I'm sure I flushed. "Oh, well, sure; I mean, yeah, it's none of my business -- sorry I asked," I stammered.

"It's okay," she replied gently. "What did you expect? We've been going out for a couple of months. It was bound to happen."

I felt betrayed. Yeah, like it took a couple of months for you to be on your back for him. But again I stayed as cool as I could manage. But I think she knew the effect her 'confession' must have had on me.

"Look, can we just not talk about this? I'm enjoying your company so much and this makes both of us upset." Her voice was firm.

"Yeah, well, it really is none of my business. I just hope want you to be happy." I smiled. "But, it's tough on me, so we just won't go there."

She took my hand. "It's okay. I do care about you." She touched my cheek. "And I do care about you and that's what really matters."

Mary Ann was of course right. Caring -- that's what really matters. The fact that Steve mounts her regularly really is of no consequence at all -- that she gives her lovely, naked body to his pleasure is not what counts; nor is it of any moment that usually when we meet she is carrying his living seed inside of her body. And anyway, Steve keeps me informed about the more sordid, unimportant matters. Maybe one day he will tire of Mary Ann -- or she will tire of him -- and I can once more enjoy her caresses and the sweetness of her amazing, toned body and reclaim her. Maybe one day there will be something more satisfying than coffee and conversation with Mary Ann, all the while knowing Steve is standing stud to her.

Steve's "relationship" with Mary Ann, my darling ex-girlfriend, has continued without a break for almost a year now. It really seems as if it were yesterday that he informed me that he had first bedded her, describing in agonizing detail the particulars of his seduction of my lovely, "innocent" Mary Ann. It has been a year of angst for yours truly as I moved from agony to acceptance of their increasingly intense and complex sexual connection. Steve continues to communicate the more tantalizing particulars although the frequency of their lovemaking has made daily updates rather pointless. He beds her several times a week as their relationship has evolved, or perhaps devolved, from a romantic/dating connection into a more intense, complex, and sexually charged one. Steve, somewhat surprisingly, has admitted that their sexual chemistry is as close to perfect as he has ever experienced. "We just sexually mesh.". This I understood. There's no accounting for this type of connection, it simply happens. It doesn't help much knowing Mary Ann has this with Steve and her lust for his sex has deepened rather than abated over time.

I have learned to content myself with a platonic relationship with Mary Ann, which has gratifyingly grown and deepened over the past year. We're much closer now than when we dated. Obviously I give her something that Steve does not, so I am grateful for that – although Steve gives her his cock, which I do not. That's still tough but in this life you rarely get everything that you want. She has a glow, a radiance, which is the unmistakable sign of a woman who is sexually active and contented – yet this is coupled with than a trace of sadness as her emotional needs generally go unmet. My desire for her spikes every time we share coffee or a meal and my eyes play over the shape of her lovely breasts and prominent nipples which are always full and erect and which no bra can fully conceal. And I think that Steve has unfettered access to her lovely melons as he does to her absolutely perfect legs – and the treasure that lies between them. Given that sperm can live 3-4 days in a woman, it is likely that not a day has passed in the past year when his potent seed has not been alive inside of her body; countless millions of his active sperm cells swimming inside her sex. Once or twice I have glimpsed her panties as she sat across from me at a restaurant and felt both deflated and thrilled wondering if Steve's semen had leaked from her pussy and stained the material. I wonder at times if she can sense my angst. On a bad day I am sure that she can and that in some way she enjoys my discomfort. Mary Ann may be a sweetheart but in bits and pieces, over time, she has slowly but unmistakably jerked my chain, making clear the boundaries of our relationship; and perhaps savoring my discomfort? I never quite know.

It was several months ago that Steve and I met for takes after work, a meeting he initiated so I figured something was afoot as we rarely socialize. It took only a few minutes of aimless conversation before he got to the point.

"Hey, I've decided to take Mary Ann to Hedonism next week and she's agreed to go. Time to ramp things up a bit and unleash her inner slut," he said with his typical cuckolds brownie-eating grin.

"Hedonism," I said? "Does she know what goes on there?" I was stunned – Mary Ann at Hedonism, the swingers resort in Jamaica? Pollyanna in a sexual paradise?

"I've been working her up to this – feeding her fantasies of enjoying multiple partners when we're having sex. It's taken awhile but she's starting to get off on the idea. I've told her how great she looks naked and how she'll enjoy the attention she'll get from everyone." There's no arguing that – Mary Ann's body is incomparable and she'd be a rock star with her clothes off.

"So, she's okay with this, being naked and maybe fucking other men?" I was both thrilled and aghast and it showed.

"Seems to be," he smirked, "so long as I protect her and see that no harm comes to her. Hey, you remember how wet she got during sex, well, dude, she starts flowing now when we talk about the trip. I had to agree that I wouldn't do any other women, but, hey, no problem. I'm going to slut her out and she wants to do whatever I want." Steve's attitude was triumphant. "So, what do you think about your ex now?"

"I think that you own her sexually."

"You can rely on that!" he laughed. "But, don't worry; I'll fill you in when we get back. Give me your women, and I'll give you back sluts." This was of course true.

There was an uncomfortable silence as I tried to absorb this news.

"Tough to take, isn't it? Well, I've worked hard to get her where I want her – completely submissive." He paused and continued, "Hey, no joke, I'll take care of her, dude. No harm will come to her but she is coming out of that small town shell and her motor is going. I'm taking condoms; that's one of her conditions." I was relieved. "And most of them are Magnums – hopefully we'll find a few well-hung bulls for her." I slumped in my chair. "And I'll take some photos to remind you how good she looks naked."

"You promise to keep me updated?" I asked, knowing that he would.

"Guaranteed!," he replied. "To show you what a good buddy I am, I thought maybe you'd like to come over to my place tomorrow. It's Friday and we always get together after work on Friday. Come by early before I pick her up and you can wait in the bedroom next to mine. I'll bring her back and you can listen while I do her. The deal is you have to stay put and not interfere or make a sound."

"Really? Yeah, sure, okay!" My answer was immediate.

"Great. See you tomorrow at 5:00." He got up to leave but turned back to me, "I'll make sure that she is vocal so that you know how good she is getting it." He grinned, "See what a good friend I am?"

Yeah, some friend, but who was I to argue with someone who was giving me what I so desperately wanted?

I thought about those ads cautioning about erections lasting more than four hours and wondered if I would come to some harm from being so hard for so long in those agonizing hours leading up to 5:00 on Friday. I lost track of how many times I got myself off but finally gave my poor, used cock some rest while at work. I showed up right on time Friday. Steve wasted no time and showed me his bedroom. There was the bed which was so familiar to Mary Ann and which would be the stage for these two in a few hours. It hit me in the gut to see where she would soon lie naked.

"There it is, dude. The headboard's right up against the wall – next to the spare bedroom. You've got a ringside seat," he said with insinuation. "Time for you to settle in. Just lie in the bed and listen." I did as he said and as he closed the door he winked at me. "Hey, no self use! Keep the sheets clean, OK?," he joked. Yeah, I've got it, you jerk.

I heard him leave and fire up his car in the garage and settled in and after a few minutes dozed off. I was awakened a short time later when the front door opened. Mary Ann was giggling something. Hearing her sweet voice was a jolt.

"Go and get ready," Steve said, "I'll get some takes."

"Don't be long," she said. "I'll be waiting for you," she said with her usual perky animated voice.

Steve was right – I could hear quite clearly next door as Mary Ann shed her clothes and got into bed. I closed my eyes and remembered the sweetness of her naked body, which would soon be enveloped by Steve's. I lay motionless, intent on not missing a thing. Steve came in a few minutes later.

"Well, someone sure is ready!" he laughed. I heard him set the takes on the nightstand.

"Take your clothes off and join me," she said seductively, "I'm getting lonely."

"You take them off," he responded.

"Mmmmmm, gladly." I could make out the sound of his trousers dropping to the floor. Then, even more distinctly, I heard the nauseating, if muffled sound of Mary Ann fellating Steve.

"Yeah, baby, that's it. Suck it like you love it. Yeah....mmmmmmm, your mouth is so good, baby, so good." My cock was instantly hard. "You love my cock, don't you?"

"Mmmmmm, you know I do," she gasped between breaths as she brought him to a full erection.

"That's it – that's it, baby – make it nice and hard. Yeah, you're such a good mouth...." Mary Ann was really into it and I could hear their urgings and endearments to each other. It took all of my willpower to stay put. How I wished for a peephole!

"Come here," she whispered. I heard Steve crawl into bed and then a few moments of silence as they were obviously kissing. I imagined her tiny hand caressing his thick, veiny cock which must by now have been fully erect and ready for business.

"Do you want me to fuck you," Steve said hoarsely. "Tell me how much you want this cock."

"God, yes, fuck me with your big cock. I am so wet for you, Steve. Please fuck me!"

The headboard creaked noticeably as I heard Mary Ann moan. Steve had entered her body. His cock was now fully sheathed in her pussy. My precious girl was lying there with her legs spread, impaled on Steve's turgid, demanding penis, taking his sex bareback as she had always done. I thought I would explode as the bed creaked with each of Steve's thrusts.

"Oh god, Steve, I'm going to cum – you're making me cum," she moaned and I heard what I had never heard when I made love to her – the sound of her orgasm. Mary Ann's vocal pleasure was unmistakable as Steve brought her off. I thought I would explode in my pants, hearing this.

"You came good that time, didn't you," Steve said clearly.

"Yes," she whispered. "So very good. I needed to cum so bad."

"Am I the best you've ever had?"

"You are. You know you are," she said plaintively.

"Better than your old boyfriend?", Steve said demandingly and clearly to me as much as to her.

There was a noticeable pause before she replied. "So much better – so much better. God, how can you even ask?"

"Mmmmm, but you still see him. He wants to fuck you, doesn't he?" Steve had resumed his rhythm inside of her.

"Yes," she muttered as Steve pleasured himself. "But he never will. You own my body. You are sooooo amazing... God, I want you all the time."

"You tease him, don't you," Steve demanded as his thrusts rocked the headboard. "You enjoy making him want you – denying him." No response. "Say it," he said powerfully.

"Ohhhh, I don't know, maybe a little," she said hoarsely. "I don't want to talk about him. Just fuck me. Fuck me."

I heard them move, changing positions, and I knew from experience that he was taking her from behind, assuming the position Steve always assumed when he was ready to orgasm in a woman. Sure enough the headboard struck the wall powerfully with Steve's first deep thrust inside of her pussy.

"I want you to let him know how good it is with me," Steve said. "He needs to know he can't ever have you back. Do you hear me?" Steve was really going to town now as he took her powerfully, his voice husky and intense. I knew his orgasm was building.

"Yes, yes, I'll tell him," she gasped and then came with a shriek of total pleasure. I was lost in the torment only a cuckold knows and that only a cuckold craves. It was one thing to know that someone else was doing your 'woman', it was quite another to hear her confirm that her pussy now was owned by another man. And Steve truly now did have her completely in his spell.

"Just think baby, next week you'll have two men pleasuring you," Steve said aloud as he thrust with a steady rhythm.

"Oh, god, yes...," Mary Ann gasped, as she gratefully received the unrelenting pounding Steve was giving her.

"Do you want me to find you a big-cocked stud." No answer. "Tell me. Tell me!!" Steve demanded, his voice rising.

"Yes, oh yes, please, find me a really big one!" Mary Ann cried.

"Oh baby, I'm going to cum – right now!" Steve announced loudly.

"Yes, yes, give it to me!"

And the bed rocked and moved with each release of his sperm inside of her ravaged vagina. Steve groaned his pleasure as he emptied his balls completely inside of Mary Ann's sweet body. As he had done now countless times, he had just marked her with his potent, virile seed. I could all but see his muscled buttocks flexing as he gave it up inside of her.

And I wanted so badly the same release but dared not move or make a sound.

And then there was a silence and I knew that they were lying in each other's arms, spent and sated. After straining to hear clearly what they were saying I could only make out a few muffled words. Then as they had obviously done, I closed my eyes and dozed. And I thought of how her words had stung and wounded me deeply. There was no hope for the two of us to ever be lovers again. But still, she had not said that she would not see me. Hey, be thankful for small gifts, I thought.

They went at it again a short time later, more lovingly and less urgently this time. Mary Ann's whispered words of pleasure were tender and told of her longing for Steve. There was no escaping her desire and fascination with Steve but as I thought about it, it was also clear that their connection was primal; sexual; much more one of lust than love. Small gifts again, I mused.

Some time later the door to my bedroom opened and I sat up with a start. Steve walked in, still naked and made a gesture to me to be quiet. His penis was still somewhat distended though I could not make out any telltale sign of their mutual sexual juices, which must have by now dried.

"Mary Ann's arelax, so be quiet." Steve stood next to me and I couldn't take my gaze from the cock that had just been inside of my precious girl – I was mesmerized and frankly more than a little bit in awe as I always had been of his size and thickness. It was almost obscene to think of this sexual weapon pleasuring Mary Ann. No, it was obscene – and yet still completely compelling.

"So, did you like what you heard," Steve whispered and smirked.

"Yeah. You really gave it to her. It was amazing." I said quietly. "She was like an natural. You both were."

"Glad you enjoyed it. Hey, you'd better split now." I agreed – it was time for me to go while she slept. "She's dead to the world, but take a peek before you go."

I arose from the bed quietly and thought it best not to put on my shoes until I got outside. We tiptoed to the bedroom and I carefully looked and saw Mary Ann sprawled naked on the bed. She looked beautiful. One breast was exposed and though the sheet covered her pussy, I saw one leg stretched out carelessly as she slept contentedly. Just as I was about to turn to leave, I saw a wet shot spot clearly visible next to her. I slumped momentarily confronted with the unmistakable visual evidence of their passion. Steve motioned for me to leave and I silently walked to the door.

"Are you going to fuck her again?" I asked, knowing that he would.

"Count on it. I'll text you later with the final tally for the night. You can think about that when you two have lunch tomorrow.

"OK. Night."

My car was parked several blocks away and as I walked in a dreamlike trance I hoped I wouldn't encounter anyone, as my erection was not quite noticeable.

I got only a few hours of fitful relax that night, my imagination still in overdrive and having slept a while at Steve's, oblivion did not come easily. I counted the hours until my lunch date with Mary Ann. I got to the restaurant almost 15 minutes early so that I could see her walk in. She was smiling and lovely in her short summer dress. She smiled, almost beaming at seeing me, and I melted. Her lean, lithe body made me mad with desire, but I smacked myself mentally and told myself to forget what I had heard and seen briefly only a few hours before – but I clutched for a moment thinking of Steve's sperm still fresh inside of her. I gave her a quick hug and a peck on her cheek and pulled out her chair. We made small talk and enjoyed a leisurely lunch. It was Mary Ann who broke the ice. I could tell she was shifting gears and felt a knot in my stomach. Would she do as Steve bade her to do?

"You know, I really enjoy seeing you," she finally said looking a bit askance. "But you know that we're just friends now, don't you? I mean, I don't talk about Steve much but we're pretty involved. You have to be okay with that if you and I are to go forward." That answered my question – she had done as Steve required.

"I know. I'm okay with that," I said, wondering whether or not I was being completely truthful. Of course the actual truth was too tangled for me to own up to. "You know, you never have looked so lovely and contented."

"I am, sort of." She paused.

"The sex must be pretty good at least," I offered, hanging with my emotions exposed, waiting on her reply.

She dropped her eyes for a few moments and then said carefully, "It is. It's very good. I wish there were more but you can't always get what you want."

"Yeah, I know." And that was the truth. I gulped not knowing what else to say.

Mary Ann continued after an agonizing pause. "Steve's taking me on a trip next week, so I can't see you next Saturday." She kept her eyes averted.

"That's great," I said with false enthusiasm. "Where are you going."

"Somewhere in the Caribbean. I don't really know exactly where." I forgave this small lie as she was being both protective of herself and my feelings.

"You'll have a great time. You haven't had a vacation since your divorce and that was years ago."

"No, I really haven't," she said without smiling. Then she perked up. "Anyway, I'll see you when I get back. Okay?", she said with a lovely, sweet animation. I love her upbeat, Susie Creamcheese permisterna so much!

"Yeah, sure, absolutely." There was a moment of unspoken sharing as she looked at me with her lovely doe eyes which told me of a truth which would not be shared.

"Well, I have to go run errands, so enjoy the rest of your weekend," she said as she rose from her chair.

"Yeah, I've got things to do as well. Take some photos, okay!"

"Okay," and she gave me a curious, inscrutable smile.

We walked out together and I thought that Steve's promised photos would be more eagerly anticipated than hers. I was in for a tough week I thought as I watched as her car pulled away. Would Mary Ann return with her Pollyanna sweetness still intact or would she be changed forever? Yes, it would be a very tough week indeed.

As I had expected the week of Mary Ann and Steve's trip to Hedonism in Jamaica was one of pure hell for me, yet shaded with a thrilling angst that only a cuckold can experience. Yet, was I really a cuckold or simply a guy who had lost his girl to another man? I had listened and learned that night at Steve's house of Mary Ann's intense craving for his sex, which drove home what I already knew in my gut -- Mary Ann's pussy now belonged to Steve. Knowing it is one thing -- hearing it and seeing it is quite another. In a perfect world I would have been allowed to reclaim her at some point but such was not to be. I contented myself with what she did offer -- a deepening emotional connection, which, coupled with the erotic bits that Steve continued to provide, should have satisfied me. It was certainly more than I had any right to expect, having let her go a year before. And truthfully I was doing fairly well with the realities of the situation until I saw and heard the naked truth -- quite literally -- that night at Steve's house. The image of Mary Ann lying naked in his bed and the cum soaked spot next to her was a visual which will never leave me. I suppose I could have handled the two of them pleasuring each other for a week while I waited for their return. But Steve intended to offer her up to other men and I had no doubt that he would find a big-cocked stud for Mary Ann to enjoy. And, remembering her orgasmic cries when he told her what awaited her in Jamaica, she would enjoy it immensely. So, I anguished that week, imagining the details and wondering of the changes it would bring to my precious girl.

I suppose I had expected to receive some message from Steve that week as he knew how to jerk my chain, but despite checking obsessively for texts and e-mails, there was nothing but silence. I chalked this up to the likely difficulty of any electronic communication from Jamaica. Then, much to my surprise, a rather cryptic e-mail from Mary Ann popped up the day before their return late Friday evening.

"Brunch Sunday?"

"Yes, absolutely. Noon. Miss you." My reply was immediate. Basking in the anticipation of seeing her so soon after her return, it took a few minutes to realize that I also hoped to learn the sordid details from Steve on Saturday. No doubt the prick would want to rub my face in what he had done to her and with her in Jamaica. No matter -- the delight in reclaiming her, emotionally if not sexually, thrilled me.

I waited and watched the minutes tick by on Saturday yet there was nothing from Steve and certainly I didn't want to disturb Mary Ann in any way before Sunday. There was just nothing at all but waiting. I thought of texting him but decided not to. I was wracked with conflicting emotions and uncertain what, if anything, to do. I desperately wanted to know what had transpired at Hedonism that past week. But there was only silence.

Sunday came none too quickly and I was dressed and ready hours before my brunch date with Mary Ann, wondering and hoping that she had received my confirmation. I arrived a bit early and already had a mimosa waiting for her when I saw her arrive and look around for me. I waved and she gave me a thin smile and joined me at the table. For once I saw only her -- not her lovely body -- just her, and I melted. I wonder if I was as cool as I hoped to be or whether she sensed my deep angst.

"It's so good to see you," I said with a bit of false good cheer, though I really was overjoyed to see her.

"Good to see you too. You read my mind -- a take is just what I needed. You're so sweet and thoughtful." Yeah, that's me, sweet and thoughtful.

"So, when did you get back?" I said, knowing full well when she had arrived back in town.

"Late Friday. Too late to pick up the kids who were with Mike, but I got them yesterday." She finished her mimosa in rather short order -- surprising, as she is a lightweight when it comes to holy water. I signaled the waiter for another.

"Thanks. It tastes really good for some reamister."

"Well, I bet you drank a good bit last week, so that figures." I paused waiting for a reply that didn't come. "Anyway, it's good to see you." Damn, I had already said that. My guts were churning.

"I missed you," she said as the waiter brought a second round. She took a long take and smiled at me. God, she was so lovely. I thought I would come undone right then and there and do something stupid like profess my undying love or something, but I stayed cool and collected.

I ramred a bit and told her about my week but she really wasn't listening nor was I particularly convincing in my attempt at casual conversation. She sipped away at her second mimosa, not letting the take out of her hand. Something was on her mind and I felt she was on the verge of sharing. To hell with it, I thought, go ahead and ask her about the trip.

"How was the vacation? You sure got some sun." She had indeed gotten more than a bit of sun. Her normal coppery color was tinged with a bit of red.

"It was okay." She finished off her take and I thought of ordering another but I was hanging on her every word. "I'm not sure it's good to talk about it with you."

"Hey, I told you I was okay with you and Steve and I am. I know you two are involved, so no worries. You don't have to tell me anything." Please, please, tell me everything, I thought!

She looked pensive and I broke the silence and ordered her another take. Some brunch -- no food, just holy water!

"I guess I did take a bit too much last week - anyway, thanks. My nerves are a bit shaky right now." I smiled and told her to just relax and enjoy.

"Steve took me to this adult resort. It was all rather weird, really. Everyone hung out at the pool naked and just drank and played beach volleyball and got sun."

I laughed. "I can't imagine you hanging out naked. What would your friends say?!"

"They'd say I was naughty and ridiculous. But I did it and it felt kind of good. I mean, everyone was naked so it didn't seem to be that strange." She smiled at me. "Are you shocked?"

"Well, surprised is more like it. But, hey, you were on vacation. I'll bet you got some stares though. Steve must have been so jealous."

She chuckled. "Not exactly. He liked it. And I sort of did too." She thought for a few seconds and continued. "Things got a bit out of hand. I guess I had too much to take." Mary Ann's mood shifted quickly. She was obviously pained. I said nothing and let her talk. "I started chatting with his man and it was fun flirting with him. He was younger and really cute and well, one thing led to another and we ended up back in my room." She looked around for the waiter and that third take. And then she looked straight at me. "I'm so ashamed."

I really didn't know what to say. She was on the verge of tears and I reached over and took her hand. "It's okay, sweetie. It'll be okay." I comforted her as best as I could, yet hoped that she would continue -- as much to offer her the need for confession as to satisfy my own lustful need to know. "So, where was Steve when this was happening."

"Watching -- at the pool and back in the room. He wanted me to do it." She looked at me for a reaction.

"Wow. He watched you have sex with this guy? He encouraged you?"

"Yes."

"Whew, that's, uhm, really something,"

"I shouldn't have told you but I had to tell someone. I've been so disturbed by what happened and there was no one to talk to. I had to talk with you -- that's why I e-mailed you from the resort. Are you okay with all of this? I mean, I just have to talk through what happened. And we were intimate once, so I thought you could handle it."

"Yeah, I'm fine with it, baby. It's all really okay." I was cheerful and supportive. "It's sort of hot, actually."

Mary Ann chuckled. "You think? It was a bit, you know -- hot, that is. It seemed so at the time. I had too much to take, that's for sure!"

"So, how was the sex with this guy?" I asked.

She laughed. "Well, he was pretty good. And big down there. He was just some young, horny guy out for sex. And he knew what to do. I sort of regret doing it but it was pretty amazing."

"And Steve just watched, huh? Wow."

"Well, he got into it as well. I wish he had been a bit more protective of me, really."

"How so?"

She bit her lip. "The guy didn't use a condom. I hope I'm okay."

I was overwhelmed with the visual of this young stud pumping Mary Ann's pussy full of his young, virile sperm. I'm sure my casual air deserted me. Steve had gotten his wish -- Mary Ann had indeed been slutted out. The details were thrilling but frankly I was pissed that he hadn't taken better care of her.

"Yeah, well one time is probably fine. You'll be fine."

Mary Ann looked thoughtful and then continued. "Well, he stayed the night and we had sex off and on the entire time." I shuddered, imagining this young buck pleasuring himself repeatedly with my darling girl. Who'd have thunk it? "He was with me several times the next day and night as well. It didn't seem to matter at that point, you know, so I just let him do what he wanted." She was obviously relieved to have talked about the experience with me. "The rest of the trip didn't go so well. I was upset with Steve and sore down there, you know. He was pretty big. Anyway, Steve and I had a big blowup and I spent the next few days in the room by myself. I took a shopping trip but that was about it. I just wanted to come home."

"You're right to be upset with Steve. I mean, I would have made sure anyone with you would have used a condom at least."

She looked quizzically at me. "You would have, huh? Well, it's over and done with. I won't do that again." She took my hand in hers. "I don't know what I would do without you." Her eyes glistened. I was never so much in love with her than I was at that moment.

"I'll always be here for you. I love you and I accept you." And I meant that. "So, are you and Steve done?" She looked at me with a strange, faraway expression. "Hey, it's none of my business. Forget I asked."

"No, it's okay. I don't know really. I told him we needed a break, so that's where that stands. I'm just so glad to be home with my kids and you. You're my center."

"And you are mine." She looked so sweet and beautiful and I patted her hand. "Hey, we'd better eat!"

"I'm not really hungry. Could we just go back to your place?"

At long last! "Sure," I replied. "I've missed being with you."

"Me too," she answered. We drove to my house and left her car in the parking lot. I was hard as a rock on the way over but she either didn't notice or didn't say anything. We went straight to the bedroom. I quickly disrobed and got under the covers while she was preparing in the bathroom. My eyes were glued to the door, not wanting to miss that moment when she appeared before me, naked and beautiful. And I was not disappointed. Her body was as lithe and beautiful as I remembered -- and deeply tanned all over, the naughty minx. I thought of all the men who must have seen her naked beauty the week before and it took my breath away to think about it. She slid under the covers and I took her in my arms. I want to say that I took my time, but I didn't. I was in love and in heat and entered her quickly. I tried not to think of her taking that young stud's plus-sized penis only a few days ago. He had enjoyed the same tight, wet, silky vagina that I was enjoying now. The mental visual of Mary Ann being topped by a stranger, coupled with my own ecstasy at reclaiming her, sent me off in rather short order. I flooded her exquisite pussy for the first time in a year with my own seed.

"I'm sorry I came so quickly. I just love you so much. I couldn't hold back."

"It's okay. Don't worry. I wanted you too." As thrilling as the sex was, it was even more satisfying stroking her lovely flesh. I tenderly caressed her lovely breasts and for that moment tried not think of how she had offered them to two well-hung men the week before -- and how they had undoubtedly pleasured themselves with her charms. None of that mattered. She was, at least in some way, mine again. We both slept contentedly and awoke several times and made love more slowly and romantically before I had to drive her back to get her car.

Steve finally sent me a few texts the following week -- something to the effect that she had fucked and enjoyed a young stud but had freaked out and was a drag for the rest of the vacation. I replied, with some truth, that I didn't want to know any more. And truthfully I didn't. I mean, who needs old news? Mary Ann's tender 'confession' meant more to me than the particulars from Steve, though, again truthfully, it would have been great to have had a bit more detail. But I told him not to contact me again and, with one exception he hasn't. Of course the one exception was to inform me that he had just fucked her after not seeing her for a few weeks. What a prick -- but no matter. Mary Ann has made me no promises and for now she has two lovers. I've been with her half a dozen times, usually on the weekends. And obviously she has relented a bit with Steve. Apparently he has been given the Wednesday night slot, so I don't ask any questions about what she does Wednesdays when the kids are with her ex. I'm in love once more. And, yes, I am aware that the pussy I am enjoying Fridays and Saturdays is almost certainly still brimming with the sperm that Steve has left behind a few days before. So, for me, cuckold that I am, it's the best of all worlds. And if, as I hope, she decides to be exclusive with me once again, I still have treasured memories. You see, I do want her to be exclusive with me.

But if we ever make it to Hedonism as a couple, it will be condoms only with other men. She did enjoy it, after all. She told me so!

Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose -- or as we say in English, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I would have thought that after a year and a half, Steve would have tired of Mary Ann but no such luck. If anything, the pace and depth of their relationship has deepened over time. It certainly has for Mary Ann and to an extent for Steve as well, who has confessed that he has yet to find a woman as passionate and pleasurable as my ex-girlfriend. What I thought would be a fling for both of them has settled into something approaching true romance. I was cut off sexually some time ago -- no surprise there as Mary Ann is at heart quite monogamous. While we still see each other and enjoy each other's company as we always have, she has let it be known that her romantic life is no longer a topic for discussion. She does let slip occasionally that she has gone to some event or taken a trip with her 'boyfriend', but that's the extent of her sharing. Somewhat surprisingly she does question me about my love life, but I am rather vague in what I share in that respect.

Steve of course is a different matter and he will on occasion invite me over to his place and regale me with some deliciously sordid details of his trysting with Mary Ann -- while I worship his cock of course. He demands information on my women, which I am only too glad to provide, as I always hold out hope that he will have them. These submissive episodes are far less frequent these days as his feelings for Mary Ann have deepened and he is really no longer willing to share as he has in the past. I should be surprised at this development, but really I am not. There are no upgrades with Mary Ann and he has come to realize this. He is by all accounts monogamous with her since the first of the year though he struggles with this. Mary Ann apparently has had a fairly good idea that Steve has been 'generous' with his cock but has shown patience and forbearance with his straying. All of this is conjecture on my part as I glean bits and pieces from both of them.

My love life has been reamisterably good. Last fall I was in a brief but intense relationship with a lovely, stunning, spirited woman named Dana. She is the type of woman who can make men weak the knees and mine buckled the first time I met her. Dana is above average height, with short, perfectly frosted hair, a super trim waist, and breasts to die for. We made contact through an Internet dating site and I wanted her the first time we met over coffee. She is quite aware of her effect on men but as I learned, she had always been sparing in offering up her charms. Dana had little patience with men and could be offhand with them to the point of being a real bitch if they came on too strong or tried to impress beyond a reamisterable point. Still, she genuinely liked men and preferred their company so long as they toed the line. I played my hand coolly with her and took matters slowly over the first few dates. I of course desperately wanted her and, given my nature, wanted Steve to have her too. The second craving was pure fantasy as I sensed correctly that while sexual, Dana was rather conventional.

When we first made love, I was captivated the first moment I entered her. To be inside the body of such a goddess made me so glad to be a man. I didn't protest at all when she insisted I use a condom. Though she had vetted me by requiring testing proof of my cleanliness, she was not on birth control, so a condom was required. I was pleased to know that she in actuality did not care for them and long-term wanted a man who was vasectomy safe. I had actually been considering getting the 'snip' for quite some time and told her I was going to get the procedure done. To my mild surprise she did not seem all that pleased and told me that she did not want to feel responsible for such a major decision. I assured her that this was my choice and one that I had wanted to do for some time. She simply made the choice an easy one.

I had the procedure done on a Thursday and was surprised how quick and painless it was. Most doctors now use a minimally invasive procedure that minimizes the discomfort. Dana visited me several times that weekend and bitch that she could be, served me soup topless and giggled when I laughingly told her to stop the ***! She really was wonderful and told me several times that she was looking forward to bare sex with me after a few weeks. My urologist had told me that I would need to ejaculate 10-20 times over the course of those weeks to clean the pipes, as it were. Dana laughingly declined to assist me with this, though she did send several suggestive photographs that provided me with the necessary 'inspiration'. We saw each other and gratefully she didn't tease me overly much -- we just enjoyed each other's company and shared kisses and hugs. After three weeks and a final test of my ejaculate at the urologist's office, I was pronounced sterile and looked forward to my reward!

And I was well rewarded. Dana was as eager as I was to renew our sexual connection and we both welcomed the opportunity for bareback sex. My first release inside her body was intense but a part of me regretted that my ejaculate no longer was potent. Dana had said on several occasions that she was going through an early menopause but still wanted to be careful. So, apparently we both were non-fertile but though I felt a twinge of regret, I was able to blissfully enjoy unprotected sex with this goddess, so that certainly eased the doubts I felt.

We continued to be quite close for the next month or so. Everyone has his or her issues and in Dana's case her issue was a financial/lifestyle one. Due to a variety of circumstances, some of her own doing and some not, she was hanging on financially by her fingernails, to the point where she was going to have to give up her place and move in with her parents just to survive. Though she never asked me if she could move in with me, the question hung over the entire relationship. After careful thought I had to tell her that I was not prepared financially or emotionally to have someone live with me. Dana was disappointed and said that while she really liked me, she had to be realistic about her situation. She had to look to be with a man who could support her in every respect. We had several long talks about this roadblock and when it became apparent that we had come across a deal-breaker for both of us, we mutually decided to end the romantic aspect of our relationship.

Dana moved in with her parents and despite that rather significant boost she still had to watch her money closely. I realized this and offered to buy her a few months on the online dating site so that she might make a more suitable match. She seemed a bit taken aback by this offer and asked if it would bother me if she went out with other men. I did not of course tell her that I would be intensely aroused if she had sex with some of them as a result. I simply told her that I was looking out for her best interests and would be glad if she in fact found a man who could provide for her what I could not. And there was truth in that statement. I am by nature a giver and genuinely cared for her, so my offer was heartfelt. She took me up on it.

I had to get access to her account to set up the credit card payment so she provided her password so that I could activate her membership. I knew that her profile would generate intense interest and a plethora of responses. I resisted the impulse to log in and check her activity for the first week or so, though naturally I was dying to do so. One evening I was alone and bored and thinking of her. I phoned but got no answer. I gave in to temptation and logged in to her account. Sure enough she had many dozens of messages. I was a bit ashamed of myself and just as I was about to log out, I saw that Steve had contacted her. I was instantly aroused and as I sorted out my feelings, I was surprised that he was still trolling the Internet even though he was deepening his relationship with Mary Ann. Well, a leopard doesn't change its spots so easily, I thought. Reading through their correspondence, I learned that the reamister that she didn't answer my phone call was that they were out on a date that every evening. I knew -- I mean, I just knew -- that Steve was bound to have her. It was fated that he would once more service one of my women. I felt both aroused and sickened to think on the likelihood of Steve bedding my goddess. I had to know. I simply had to know.

I was beside myself for hours, in total cuckold angst! I pulled up several of the teasing photos that Dana had sent me during my recovery and was in agony imagining Steve pleasuring himself with her lovely, rounded breasts before mounting her. The *******er was the photo she had sent me of her treasured pussy. I knew that Steve would seduce Dana in her vulnerable state and that it wouldn't take long before he would be balls deep in her body. I could all but see his thick, veiny shaft fully inserted inside of her treasure. I could do nothing more than helplessly relieve myself several times and seek further release through relax. Had I done it again? Had I spurned another quality woman only to see her taken up and bedded by an alpha male like Steve?

Dana and I still talked fairly regularly and when I asked how her dating life was going, she said that she had had several dates over the past week. When I asked her if there was anyone in particular that she fancied, she did tell me that there was one guy named Steve (groan) who seemed especially attentive. She didn't go into details but she did say that she wondered about his real intentions but would see him again. I breezily told her that I had confidence in her ability to separate the players from the real prospects and left it at that. I didn't ask when she would see him again, as that would appear to be intrusive on my part. She said she let me know how things were going and thanked me again for my help.

I should have let matters lie, but I was dying to contact Steve and let him know that he was on track to bed another of my women. I can resist temptation only for so long, so once I had learned from Dana that she had had a second date with him, I called him. He seemed glad to hear from me and, alpha cuckolds brownie that he is, asked me if I had any women that he might service. I told him that perhaps he should focus on Mary Ann and he laughed and told me that she was his primary love interest and that he had both no intention of letting her go nor settling into a fully monogamous relationship with her just yet. I thought for a minute and then spilled the beans about Dana. Steve was genuinely surprised and instantly delighted to know that a woman he had seen casually was one of my 'women'.

"Well then, I'll just have to fuck her, won't I?" he said with his usual cocky manner. "She's smokin' hot, dude. I was hoping to fuck her anyway, but now the stakes have been raised, haven't they?" I had to agree that they had. "She's looking for a guy to take care of her -- that I figured out pretty quickly and I wasn't going to get into that type of hassle, but I tell you what -- I'll do her and let you know. How would that be?" I could all but see his cuckolds brownie-eating grin.

"Yeah, that would be awesome," I said weakly. I told her the road I had to take to have her bareback and heard him scoff.

"You let some bitch make you get the snip? Where are your balls, dude?" I offered up some lame excuse that I was going to have it done anyway, but Steve wasn't buying any of it. "Well I'm not shooting blanks and I'll make you a bet that I can fill her with the real deal. You want me to, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do," I said with my voice dropping off. "Do it and let me know. Please!"

"Well, you know what they say. The third date is the charm and I have a third date with her tomorrow. Tell you what - I'll call you after I've had her. You can come over and taste Dana's juices and mine afterwards. How would that be?"

"Awesome. Thanks, man"

"My pleasure, I guarantee you. Mary Ann has been out of town visiting her parents, so I've got quite a load saved up -- and guess who's gonna get it."

"Dana."

"That's right. Hope you think about that the next few days." Believe me, I did. Still I knew Dana had bullcuckolds brownie radar when it came to men, so I wondered if Steve could deliver on his boastful promise.

The next day and a half was pure agony but I kept my cool enough not to call Dana as I knew that I was likely to press her for information about who she was seeing -- not a good idea. There was no point in calling Steve as he assured me that he could keep me informed. So it was two days later when my phone rang as I was preparing to go for a Saturday morning run. It was Steve. My heart sank and my cock stirred.

"Hey there, what's up?" I said trying to be casual.

"Not my cock, that's for sure. Dana was every bit as good as she looked." I was speechless for a few moments and there was nothing but silence on the line.

"You had her?"

"Baby, I had her three times last night. What a tigress! And what a slut! All that stuff she served up to you about worrying about getting pregnant. Man, when we got down to business at my place, she just wanted to know if I was clean, so I showed her my testing and when I asked her about hers, she said that she hadn't been with anyone in a long time and was going through menopause, so I shouldn't worry. What a lying slut -- I mean about not having been with anyone. Shows you what she thinks about her time with you, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it does", I said weakly.

"Anyway, I just rubbed my cock against her opening and was balls deep on the first thrust. I was already leaking cum so she got marked by me right away." I struggled to find words but couldn't. "We fucked like two minks and she came over and over. Did you ever make her cum?"

"No, I never did," which was a lie as I had gotten her off vaginally twice but only after really working at it. What required intense effort on my part was achieved by Steve with ease.

"Yeah, well, I just bitch fucked her and she was loving it, man -- just loving what I was giving her."

"And you came inside of her?" I said, already knowing the answer.

"Three loads and the first one was a major mess. She took it all and once more during the night and again about an hour ago. Your Dana is soaked with my sperm, dude -- the real deal, not the sterile stuff you put into her. How do you like that?"

"Awesome...I mean, wow...." I couldn't think what else to say.

"Come on over and clean me up if you have time. I'm headed out in a few hours, so you'd better hurry."

And hurry I did. Steve answered the door wearing only a towel and I followed him to his big easy chair and got on my knees. When he pulled off the towel, I saw his all too familiar, obscenely thick member with the matted, dry leavings of their lovemaking still coating his sex. I tasted Dana's juices and his leavings, and just went to town as Steve moaned his appreciation and told me more about their recent coupling. It took a while but he finally offered up yet another load, this time into my mouth. I felt weak and frankly rather disgusted with myself, but at least now I knew. There really is no end to this. Sometimes you get what you want and regret it and as I stood up, I felt an intense regret that I had played such a direct part in bringing Dana to Steve's bed.

"I've gotta go," I said and quickly made my exit.

Dana actually called me that afternoon and without so much as a mention of her recent seeding, casually asked how I was doing and told me she was thinking of me. Yeah, right, I thought regretfully, she sure is thinking about me. But I knew when to play it cool, so I kept the chat short and didn't ask anything about her 'date' the night before. I really couldn't make small talk as all I could think of were the millions of viable, wiggling sperm cells of Steve that she had up inside of her It was actually several weeks later that she volunteered some information about her love life, saying that she had slipped up once and regretted it. I knew from Steve that he had fucked her once more but she had told him that he was too much of a player and she wouldn't relax with him any more. Dana never mentioned the second tryst and I didn't press her for details. I mean, why should I? Steve had reported their lovemaking in excruciating detail.

Dana has found herself these days in a committed relationship with a man named Daryl that she met a few weeks after being bedded by Steve. She has in fact moved in with him. He treats her like a queen and provides for her financially and emotionally. Dana said that he was smitten with her at first sight -- no surprise there as most men who spend time with her want to take her off the shelf immediately. She played it rather cool with Daryl but in time his persistence and obvious desire for commitment paid off. I've seen a few photos of the guy on her Facebook page and trust me, he's nothing to look at. I sort of get the feeling that he's not much in the sack, but that's nothing more than an intuitive guess on my part. We do stay in touch and I've let her know that I love and support her and want only the best for her. And I really do, despite my rather intense and requited wish for her to have been bedded by Steve. Sometimes we get what we ask for. And it's a bitch.

These days I try to focus on what's in the present and do my best not to give in to my darker desires. So far so good, but then again, it's tough not to think about the past -- with both pleasure and regret.

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The Wild 60s


I open the door to our suite, laden with packages. You are sitting at a table in the middle of the room, with three other men, playing cards. My expression is a mix of surprise and dismay.

"Hi Babe. Umm, what's up?" I ask carefully.

"I'm playing cards." You don't even raise your eyes to look at me. "We had plans to go out tonight, didn't we?" I ask, with no trace of doubt in my voice.

"The plans changed," and again, you don't turn to look at me. I walk to the bedroom and slam the door shut. At the table, one of your buddies makes a low whistle, and says "You're in trouble now" and the others chuckle in agreement.

"You think so?" you reply, in an even and unconcerned tone. "Oh yeah, the only thing you'll get tonight is a hard time." And they laugh.

After about 15 minutes, I emerge from the bedroom, dressed in a jogging suit and I walk to the kitchen. I am ignoring all of you. I grab some fruit and some water, and turn to go back to the bedroom. "What are you doing?" you ask, still concentrating on your cards. "I'm going to take a bath and watch a movie, "I reply, with a powerd smile and a cool tone.

"Would you bring us some beers and order some sandwiches from room service?" you ask, and you turn to look at me, with no trace of emotion.

"Of course, babe, whatever you want," I answer, with just the faintest trace of sarcasm. I put the plate down, go to the kitchen and return with the beers. I put them in the middle of the table and then go to a corner to place the call to room service. I walk back to my food and return to the bedroom.

"Damn," says one of the men, "you've got balls. My wife would ******* me if I ever pulled a stunt like that." The others nod in agreement.

Your mouth curls into a slow smile and you say, "She knows who's the boss." "Sure she does," says the other guy, and they all laugh.

There is a knock at the door, and you make no move to get up. There is another knock. I open the bedroom door, and with my hands on my hips, give you a steely stare. You do not acknowledge me, and I look as if I will explode. But I take a deep calming breath, and go let the waiter in.

He pulls the trolley up next to your table and removes the plate covers. "Shall I serve you gentlemen now?" he asks. "No, that won't be necessary," and you sign the check. "Madam, will that be all?" he asks, looking at me. I smile and shake my head and he exits the room.

I turn to go back to mine when you say, "Where do you think you are going?" To take a bath and watch a movie," I answer, in a tone one uses with an annoying young. My tone has made you put down your hand and turn to me. "Not until you've served us." I nod ever so slightly and walk back towards the table. "And not in those clothes." You re-focus on the game, but not before looking up at your partners and saying loudly, "Put on something I like." And there is a rather smug smile on your face.

Ten minutes later I return to the room, wearing a slinky grey dress with a silver beading on the halter-top, and very high heels. I walk towards the trolley and pick up one of the plates. I offer it to one of the men, and he sheepishly takes a sandwich. I walk to the next man, but before I can reach out with the plate, you clear your throat rather loudly. I look at you and you make a downward nod with your head. My eyes flash, but as I serve the next man, I bend over deeply and the dress falls away from my body, exposing my cleavage. "Better," you say, but you are looking at your cards. "Anything else?" I ask, and you say, "We need some more beers."

I walk back to the kitchen. At the table, one of the guys says, "I can't believe she did that. She changed clothes for you. You've got her well-trained." Without making eye contact, you say, "not yet. But I'm working on it." "You're one lucky dude," says another. "If I had a woman that hot, I wouldn't ask her to change, I'd ask her to strip," and they all laugh in agreement.

I return with the beers and put them on the table. Before I can leave, you say "Take off that dress." I turn to walk to the bedroom, but you grab my wrist, and say "Here. Take it off here."

I stand where I am, looking straight into your face. I am regarding you with ice-cold rage. You let go of my wrist, and make a small nod towards the ground. I reach up behind my neck and untie the straps. My dress falls to the floor. I stand there next to the table, wearing a black half cup bra, a black thong, jarretelles and black stockings.

One of the men actually drops his cards and quickly moves to pick them up. But no one saw that, they were all looking at me, then at you, and then back at me. "Serve us some pretzels and then you can go. Gentlemen, I'll call and raise $200." I make one last round of the table with the basket of pretzels, stop to pick up my dress, and then go back to my room.

The men are regarding you with admiration and amazement. When they finally are able to talk, they all have pretty much the same question, how do you do it? "I told you, I'm training her," you answer, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Training her to do what?" is the unanimous reply. "To be my slut, of course."

The game continues, but the men are so distracted that they begin to lose badly. "I really can't concentrate now," says one of them, the younger one. "I gotta get me one of those," he adds, in jest. The others nod in agreement.

"You find her desirable?" you ask. "Are you fucking kidding me? My dick was so hard I thought I'd have to go into the can to relieve myself." "Yeah," says another. "It's so distracting, it ain't fair. In fact, I'd almost call it cheating," he adds, tipping back in his chair and daring you with his look.

"Gentlemen, I can't have you saying things like that," you reply, in your best macho voice. "Tell you what: to make it interesting, we'll play for her. Whoever wins the next hand...gets to have a taste of her. You guys good with that?" They look at each other as if they are conspiring to throw spitballs at the high school gym teacher, and then muster up the manhood to say "Deal."

"Hold on a sec," and you rise from the table and go to the bedroom door. You knock and say, "Come out here and watch this game, please." I open the door and follow you back. You pull up a chair for me and point to it. I sit down, cross my legs, put my hands on the arms of the chair and look less than thrilled.

The cards are dealt, and to save your reputation, and to satisfy your wants, you fold early. The others bet fast and furious, and when the young guy wins, he's absurdly pleased with himself.

"Diane, take this gentleman back to the bedroom with you." I make no move to stand. "Now."

I rise slowly and the young guy springs to his feet. He follows me like a puppy and turns to close the door after we enter, but not before he casts a questioning look your way. You smile calmly and turn back to the game. The two remaining men look at you as if you're another species. But their pulses are racing...

In the room, I turn to face him. I say nothing.

He looks slightly uncomfortable, but manages to say, "I...er...I won the hand...and the...I mean your husband...well he said I can taste you." With the last words, he casts his eyes to the floor.

I walk to the bed, sit on the edge, and unstrap my shoes. I slowly let them fall off my feet as I lay down on top of the bed. He moves nervously towards me, and crawls towards the center of the bed. He begins by kissing my lips, slowly at first, and then powering his tongue into my mouth. He pulls back and tries to gage the look on my face. I look back at him with a steady gaze.

He moves down and tugs at the bra, just enough to expose my breast, and begins to move his tongue around, as if he's licking an ice cream cone. Then he runs his tongue around my nipple. He sucks on it, while squeezing the other one with his fingers. He keeps this up until I sorry moan. He stops, looks up at me, and then smiles while he moves down my stomach with his tongue.

He runs his finger around the top of my panties, and then with extreme care, he pushes them down to my thighs, all the while keeping his eyes on my face. He lowers his gaze and kisses my bald mound a few times and then pulls my pussy lips apart. He begins by lightly running his tongue up and down, encircling my clit as he goes. His tongue moves faster and faster, and then he stops and sucks. He sucks hard. I arch my back and he thrusts his tongue deep inside me. He moves it around for a while, and then goes back to my clit until I cum. I lower my body to the bed, eyes closed. He's leaning over me, unsure of what to do. So he merely stands up and walks out, but not before looking over his shoulder. But I remain still.

He returns to the table and grins in satisfaction. "Tasty...very, very tasty."

The others shake their heads slowly in disbelief, but you only say, "Glad you liked her."

The game resumes; the stakes are higher, the beers go down faster. One brave gentleman makes a shy suggestion: how high would the stakes have to be to fuck her?" You pick up your bottle and empty it. You put it slowly down and say, "a couple thousand, at least."

The hand is long and hushed. The pot on the table is up to three thousand when you draw to an inside straight. The game is yours. The others throw down their cards in disgust.

"You know gentlemen; a good host never disappoints his guests. Why don't you join me?" You stand, but they remain seated. He couldn't possibly be serious is the silent thought in their heads. But you wait and say, "well, if you'd rather not..." and make a move to sit down. They clamber to their feet and you all walk single file across the room.

You knock on the door, but there is no answer. You open the door and look around. The room is empty. You cross to the bathroom door, which is slightly ajar. I am luxuriating in the bath, champagne in hand.

"Come out of the bath and get on the bed, please," you said in an almost businesslike tone.

I walk into the room, tying the towel around me as I do. "You won't be needing that," you say, almost kindly. I drop the towel on a chair and go to the bed. I lie down.

"Come on in. She was just getting ready for me."

"What are they doing here?" I say with genuine shock in my voice, and a touch of fear.

"We played for you, and I won," you answer, in a patient tone, as if talking to a young young. "But it seemed..." and you look towards the door, "it seemed downright rude not to include my guests."

The men hesitate briefly, but walk to the foot of the bed. You unzip your jeans and step out of them. You begin to caress my wet body, running your hands up and down the length of me, as if you were a young man, waxing his very first car. You run your hands up the inside of my thighs and then pull my pussy lips apart with your spread fingers. With the other hand, you run a finger up and down. You shake your head in disappointment. "Babe, you're not wet. Don't you want me?"

"Not like this," I hiss, and start to sit up. You push me down roughly on the bed. "Lie back and be quiet," you say, very sharply. I listen and obey.

You smile towards your guests and say, "I like my women wet. Very wet." And you look at me and say, "Spread your legs." Again, I do as I'm told.

You pull my lips apart and I'm even more exposed than before. And then you turn back to your little audience and say, "I think I'll show you something I've been training her to do." You look back at me and say "You know what I want you to do, don't you?" I remain silent. "Answer me," you demand. I whisper something inaudible. "Louder. They can't hear you." "Squirt," I say, and my breathing gets fast and shallow.

"Good girl," is your reply and you begin to massage my pussy. But I don't relax and you stop for a moment. You reach into the nightstand and grab a tube. You squirt it all over your hand. It drips to the bed. With no pause, you shove your fingers in deep and begin moving them in rapid motion. In seconds I am writhing on the bed. My head shakes from side to side and I begin to scream. You continue grinding my G-spot and then my head rises off the pillow and one last desperate yell escapes my open mouth before the juice comes shooting out. It comes with such power that it almost reaches your face. You stop and look with satisfaction at the puddle of liquid on my belly and on the bed. Then you look at your guests and see the stunned looks on their faces...and the envy in their eyes.

You remove your fingers and rub your hand in the juice. You then rub my face and hair, saying, "That was fantastic. You are learning well, my little nymph. Now you know what I want next, don't you?" "Please," I beg, "not now. Not like this." "Don't ever say no to me again" you bark.

You pull me up and practically throw me down again, into a kneeling position on the side of the bed. You grab my hair, pull my head back, and shove your hard, very hard dick down my throat. You thrust and thrust, all the time looking down at my head, smiling. And then your breathing speeds up and you push yourself even deeper in my throat till you feel that you can't go any farther. You cum in several powerful bursts, and on the last one, you pull out and cum on my face. You stand still for a minute, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

Once you do, you look down at me and say, "What happens when you say 'no' to me?" I look up at you with pleading eyes, but say nothing. "What. Happens." And you lean low over me and sound like a soldier. I swallow hard and in a weak voice say, "Anything you want."

"That's right." You reach under the bed and pull out the restraints. I start to struggle, but you overpower me. You tie my arms. Then you order me to spread my legs. I close my eyes and do as I'm told. You fasten the ropes around my ankles.

You stand up and look at your guests. "Gentlemen, I think it's only right that I share with you."

They eagerly undo their belts and shed their pants. One by one they take turns fucking me, all the time my eyes are tightly shut and I'm protesting "No. No more. Please, it's too much."

You stand next to the bed, quietly watching while I have orgasm after orgasm. You are enjoying yourself to an unimaginable degree.

After the bed stops bouncing and the guests have been sated, they follow you out of the room as they came...single file. As they head towards the door, they look at you with unbridled admiration. It's as if they are extras in a Hollywood film...and you are a kinky Warren Beatty. The door closes and you walk slowly back to the bedroom.

I am still lying there, eyes closed, not making a sound. You look at me while you untie the ropes. I open my eyes and sit up. I bite my lower lip and say, "so how was I, babe?" with a very coy look on my face. "You? You were unfuckingbelievable."

A huge smile crosses my face. "I know!!! I am good, aren't I?" I put my hands up for a high five, and we clap hard. "And how about the part where I slammed the door?"

"You should have seen the looks on their faces. They thought I was a goner." "And the looks I shot you. I can be so evil." I regard you seriously for a second and then burst out laughing. "I should have been an actress," and I throw my arms around your neck.

"No, you were meant to be my nymph," and you squeeze me tight. "You are a dream come true, do you know that?"

"Why, yes. Yes I do." I am on the verge of saying, I told you so, but I resist. You take me in your arms and we fall back onto the bed. You are ecstatic. You cannot stop smiling. "Okay, so you've made my fantasy come true. Now what can I do for you?"

I take your face in my hands. "Really? I mean...do you even have to ask?" We both start laughing and disappear under the covers.

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Office Naughtiness


"The stupid thing has crashed again Erica," Paul said, pressing the intercom button on his phone.

Paul Andermister was the Sales Manager for Infinity Systems Computing. He'd joined the company straight out of high school and had been there ever since. Paul was in his mid thirties, was unmarried and rather average in weight, height and appearance. Despite working for an IT company he knew very little about computers and often relied on his pretty young secretary Erica to fix his problems.

"Have you tried rebooting?" asked Erica with her usual businesslike professionalism. Erica was a gorgeous young twenty one year old blonde, who'd been working for Paul for only a couple of months. Her trim, tight body was currently encased in a tight fitting black business skirt that clung to the beautiful round curves of her ass, and a crisp white blouse that was buttoned up over her expansive bosom.

"I don't want to lose the document I'm working on, it's not saved," Paul said, gesturing irritably at the screen. "Come round here and fix it, babe."

Erica sighed and moved around Paul's desk to stand beside him. As she bent forward at the waist to tap at his keyboard Paul pushed his chair back a little to give her more room. His re-positioning also gave him a much better view of his lovely secretary's delightful posterior. Bent over, with her ass jutting out towards him, it was a mouth watering spectacle.

"No idea what you've done here," muttered Erica under the breath as she tried to fix his computer problems.

Erica abruptly tensed, pausing her typing as she felt one of Paul's hands stroke over the lush curve of her right buttock. The beautiful young blonde grimaced slightly, but resuming her typing without saying anything to her boss about his straying hand.

"Come in a little closer," instructed Paul as his other hand came up to her ass. He gave the tight mounds of Erica's bottom a firm squeeze through her skirt, a firm round buttock filling each of his palms.

"I think that's it," said Erica after a moment more, during which Paul's groping hands squeezed at her round ass.

"Thanks babe," replied Paul with a grin as he gave her a pat on the bottom.

Erica quickly disentangled herself and moved out from behind Paul's desk. If she didn't need this job so bad there was no way she'd put up with her lecherous bosses wandering hands.

"I think Ms Chessman wanted to see you," said Erica as she left Paul's office.

"Ah cuckolds brownie," cursed Paul. He grabbed a file off his desk and hurried out of his office. Maria Chessman was his boss, the branch manager and Paul had a good idea what she wanted to talk to him about. He quickly made his way across to the other side of the sprawling office where Ms Chessman's corner office was located.

Sitting at a large desk outside Maria's office was her permisteral assistant Jennifer Malone.

"Hi there good looking," said Paul with a wide grin as he stepped up to Jennifer's desk. If it was possible, Jennifer was even more beautiful than Paul's secretary Erica. The tall, leggy blonde was flawlessly groomed, her shining golden hair tied up in a tight bun and her makeup faultless. The gorgeous permisteral assistant always wore a deep red lipstick that for some reamister drove Paul wild. It was probably the thought of having those full, pouty red lips sliding down his cock that turned him on.

Jennifer was wearing a pale blue dress that was delightfully low cut, revealing an impressively deep cleavage and the upper swells of her plump, ample breasts. The angelic blonde was certainly blessed with an impressive rack.

"Ms Chessman will see you now," said Jennifer as soon as she saw Paul approach.

Paul paused a moment. "Have you reconsidered my offer for dinner?" he asked her, flashing his most winning smile.

"Not interested," replied Jennifer haughtily. On her very first day on the job Paul had asked her out on a date and he'd been after her ever since. Unfortunately for Paul the busty blonde was well out of his league and she'd always refused, but to his credit that didn't stop him from constantly trying, much to Jennifer's annoyance.

"Maybe next week," said Paul. He didn't give Jennifer a chance to reply however, stepping into his boss's office and tapping lightly on the door.

"Come in," called out Maria Chessman, her tone stern, it didn't sound like she was in a good mood.

Paul took a deep breath and opened the doors, stepping into Ms Chessman's office. His manager was seated behind her desk.

"Take a seat Mr Andermister," Maria instructed him. The dark haired executive was actually very attractive, Paul would have called her beautiful if she was not such a constant bitch. Her long black hair was fastened behind her head in a tight ponytail, and she was dressed in an equally stern black business skirt and crisp white blouse. The blouse was buttoned all the way up, Paul wished she had missed a couple of buttons to display some of that abundant cleavage she doubtlessly possessed. The front of her blouse swelled out considerably, containing a pair of very healthy Double-D's that every man in the office yearned for a peek of.

Paul's eyes flickered up from Ms Chessman's chest, to her perfectly made up face and the fiery glint in her eyes. He wasn't quite sure if she was just mad about his work or if his gaze had lingered a little too long on her bust. He didn't say a word and just sat down on the chair in front of her desk.

"I'm sure you can guess why I've asked to see you Mr Andermister."

Paul nodded, "The latest sales figures?"

"Bingo," said Maria, reaching for a manila folder from the desk in front of her. She opened it up and read from it. "Sales down 47%, and margins on the few sales we did actually make were less than 15%. This is the worst month we've had all year. You do realise you're supposed to running the sale power Mr Andermister?"

"Yes Ms Chessman," Paul replied glumly. He felt like a school kid getting told off by the principal.

"So what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry Ms Chessman. It's the economy at the moment, no one's interesting in investing in new software." he said.

"So should we be cutting back on the sales power?"

"It's not that, we need all the sales people we can get just to bring in any business at all," Paul tried to explain, but he knew she wouldn't listen. He couldn't really blame her though, the sales power was hardly paying for itself.

"That's not good enough, Infinity System's share price will suffer because of this Paul." she was getting quite worked up as she told him off. "You've got to do something to turn things around, we can't have another dismal month like this."

"I know," he replied with a sullen nod. "It won't happen again."

"It had certainly better not! This won't look good on your annual performance review Mr Andermister, you can be assured of that."

Great, there goes my bonus, Paul thought to himself, what a bitch. "I understand," he said out loud, nodding again.

"You're just lucky that Mr O'Reilly hasn't heard about this," Maria told him, referring to her boss, Jim O'Reilly, the national manager.

Paul actually found Jim O'Reilly to be a rather reamisterable manager, open to explanations, unlike Maria Chessman. He didn't say anything however.

"Okay Mr Andermister, I want to see you pick up your act. Next month things had better be looking a whole lot better," Maria reached for a second folder and picked it up, starting to scan the contents and signalling an end to their meeting.

"Is that business over?" Paul asked, standing up and stretching.

"Yes, thank you Mr Andermister," Maria replied with a curt nod.

"Great," Paul said with a sigh of relief as she walked around to the side of the desk. "Cause I could sure use a blowjob," he said, unzipping his fly as he moved around to stand beside his boss Ms Chessman.

Maria rolled her eyes and put down the folder. "Very well," she said, obviously not too happy about the chore as she swivelled her chair to face towards where Paul stood.

The lecherous sales manager had pulled his soft penis out through the fly of his pants and offered it up towards his boss's mouth.

"Just try and be careful of my makeup," Maria said, reaching out and taking Paul's penis from his hand and giving it a few gentle strokes. She then leant forward in her office chair and ran her tongue along the length of his soft penis, swirling it around the head before finally opening her lips and taking him into her warm mouth as if it was a simple, everyday occurrence.

"Ah, that's better," groaned Paul softly, closing his eyes and arching his back to luxuriate in the blowjob his boss was giving him.

Maria's cheeks hollowed as she sucked powerfully on her subordinate's cock, her mouth working up and down the length as it began to grow and thicken in her mouth.

"Mmm, you're a great cocksucker Maria," moaned Paul, stroking the top of his manager's head.

About two and a half months ago Paul had stumred across some very incriminating evidence of a business transaction that Maria Chessman had been part of. If word of the dodgy dealing had got out, it would have ruined both Maria's reputation and that of the entire company.

Rather than going to the police, or even to Mr O'Reilly, Paul, who always tried to make the most of any situation and turn things to his permisteral advantage, had gone directly to Maria and used the information to blackmail her. At first he'd tried to get a promotion and pay rise, but unbelievably Maria had refused him. Something about business ethics, which was a bit rich, coming from someone who'd done what she had.

So instead it came down to sex. Paul had at first wanted to fuck her, but the Ms apparently did stand for Mrs and Maria refused to betray her husband. Paul had to settle for free blowjobs whenever he felt the need. Which, in hindsight was not such a bad deal, he thought to himself as Maria's warm, wet mouth bobbed over his now fully erect cock.

The only thing that Maria insisted on was that when it came to business they were completely professional, which is why Paul had been powerd to wait until their meeting was over before requesting his blowjob. And he knew a good thing when he was onto one and had no intention of rocking the boat.

"Mmm, man that's good!" gasped Paul, his hips rocking gently as Maria sucked on his dick. He reached down below her bobbing head to cup one of his boss's big tits and give it a squeeze through her blouse. Maria also refused to let him see her naked, but she didn't seem to mind when he played with her tits while she was sucking him off as it helped him cum quicker. So long as he did it through her clothing and didn't try to slip his hand up her top or anything.

Paul briefly wondered what the rest of the guys in the office would think if they could see him now. Here he was, groping her big tits as Maria Chessman, the bitch, was sucking his hard cock. Man, would they be jealous! Paul gave a groan as Maria took his cock deeper into her hot mouth, the tight seal of her lips almost working its way to the base of his hard shaft. She was definitely talented.

Paul gave her big tit one last squeeze and then shuffled forward so that he was standing right up against her chair and her head was pressed back against the chair's headrest, her face pretty much impaled against the chair by his dick. He pushed further forward, burying more of the length of his cock in her mouth, the head of his hard organ pressing right into the back of her mouth.

He then reached up and grabbed the back of her chair in both hands and began to rock the tilting office chair back and forth. The movement caused her mouth to slide up and down his cock as he rapidly rocked the chair. Paul groaned in pleasure, his hips starting to thrust forward to meet her bobbing mouth so that he was practically fucking her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it Ms Chessman, take that cock!" he grunted, his balls slapping against her chin as his cock pushed right into her throat. Fortunately for Maria it was not the first time she had deep throated her young blackmailer so she was able to take his hard length without gagging or obligation.

Paul moaned as he rocked Maria's chair faster and faster, his cock humping deep into her inviting throat. The whole time she never relented with her skilful suction, her tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft as he face fucked her.

Paul felt his balls churning as his orgasm approached, but he didn't slow down the movements of his hips and the chair. Once in the past, he had pulled out of her mouth and cum on her blouse, secretly hoping it'd cause her to take it off so he could get a peek at her spectacular naked tits. Instead she had angrily thrown him out of her office and it had taken him almost an entire week of begging and threats to get back in her mouth. Cumming on her face had also proved equally unpopular.

"Oh cuckolds brownie!" grunted Paul, his knees almost buckling as he exploded; unloading his creamy seed into Maria's sucking mouth. The raven haired manager's eyes widened slightly as her employee came in her mouth, and she immediately started to swallow, taking down his whole load as he pulled the chair forward, pressing her face against his lower stomach.

"Fuck! You are so good at that Ms Chessman," Paul murmured softly when he finally slipped out from between her full lips, his load spent. "Thank you."

"I would say my pleasure, but that's hardly the case," Maria remarked dryly in reply as she took a quick suck on the end of his penis, slurping up the last few drops of his semen.

"You know I'm ready to rock your world anytime you say the world baby," Paul replied with a smirk.

Maria rolled her eyes and she stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped him up. "I think we're done here."

Paul knew better than to argue, he merely reached out with both hands, giving her big tits a quick grope through her blouse, then gave her a wink and hurriedly left her office.

With an extra skip in his step he headed back to his desk. On his way past Erica, who was bent over trying to retrieve some jammed paper out of the bottom tray of the photocopier, he gave her a pinch on the ass, causing her to straighten up with a yelp of surprise.

All in all, as far as Paul Andermister was concerned, life was great.

***

"I just can't stand it any more," said Erica in dismay. She had just told Maria everything about her harassing boss. "The other day he even grabbed my boobs while I had my hands full with two cups of coffee!"

Maria nodded thoughtfully. She was tapping her lower lip with the end of a pen as she considered the situation. "I know you've come to me with this before Erica, but like I said then, the situation is more complicated than you think. I can't do anything about Mr Andermister's groping. Perhaps you could go directly to Mr O'Reilly?" Maria hated being so powerless.

"Those two act like best buddies," complained Erica. "If I go to Mr O'Reilly I'm more likely to lose my job than stop Mr Andermister."

Maria sighed. She could see the desperation in the young secretary's eyes. "Look, let me think about things over night. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Erica stretched, holding the heavy box of files above her head as she tried to place it on the high shelf. The pretty young secretary was about an inch short of reaching.

"Here, let me help you," said Paul Andermister, her boss. He stepped up behind the beautiful blonde, placing his hands around her slim waist to offer her support. As she reached for the shelf again he tried to lift her up. Instead, his hands slipped up off her hips, slithering around the front of her torso and sliding up over the underside of her heavy breasts, cupping the ample melons through her top.

Erica gasped as her boss squeezed her large, full breasts through her top. She felt him press up against her from behind, the clearly discernable bulge of his crotch rubbing up against her ass.

"Wh...what are you doing Mr Andermister?" Erica stammered as he thoroughly groped her big tits.

"Oops, sorry babe, my hands slipped," he apologised, giving her nipples a tweak through the thin material of her top before he finally released her breasts and stepped back. "Why don't you let me put that box away."

Erica wordlessly handed him the box and hurried off, biting down an angry comment as she made a bee-line for the corner office where Maria Chessman, the branch manager was located.

"He's impossible!" she furiously declared as she entered Ms Chessman's office and took a seat in front of the attractive brunette's desk without being invited.

Maria glanced up in surprise. "Hello Erica."

"We need to get rid of that slime-ball now!" snapped Erica, still raging from the groping she'd just been on the receiving end of.

Maria nodded and smiled. "I've got an idea about that. We've simply got to get some evidence of Mr Andermister's bad behaviour, then you can take that to Jim O'Reilly. I won't be involved at all."

Erica nodded slowly in response. "What sort of evidence?"

"Video."

"Just set up a camera by my desk and I'm sure we'll get some groping footage," said Erica bitterly.

Maria shook her head. "Not enough. We need something really powerful if Jim is going to fire Paul. A little groping won't cut it."

"Like what?" asked Erica uncertainly.

"My plan is to entrap him. We've got takes tonight. If he sees a lovely takes beauty such as yourself ****** in the sick room he won't be able to resist. I'll arrange for a surveillance camera to be set up to capture all the evidence."

"You want me to pretend to be takes and then let ******* me?" asked Erica, visibly whitening.

Maria nodded.

"No way!" said Erica, refusing adamantly. "I'd rather put up with the fondling."

Maria frowned. "I want him gone just as much as you do."

"You do it then!" shot back Erica.

"I know," said Maria, "Jennifer will do it. Paul has a real soft spot for her anyway, it's perfect."

Erica looked surprised. "Do you think she'll agree to do it?"

"She will if she wants to keep her job," retorted Maria brusquely.

They were interrupted by the sound of Jennifer's voice on the intercom. "Hi Maria, Paul Andermister is here to see you."

Erica jumped, feeling like she'd just been caught out in a guilty secret.

"Fine show him in, we're done here," Maria said.

Erica nodded, still a little pale at thought of what Maria was proposing. She turned and let, meeting Paul in the doorway. Paul turned sideways to let his pretty young secretary past. The gap was quite small and Erica had to turn sideways herself to slip past. As she squeezed by him, Paul thrust forward with his crotch, rubbing himself across her firm posterior as she pushed past. He was clearly hard.

Erica scowled, her guilt at the plot against her boss suddenly gone as she headed back to her desk.

Paul grinned as he kicked the door closed and walked over to Maria Chessman's desk and unbuckled his belt. "B.J. time," he announced as he dropped his suit pants to the floor and stepped out of them. His fully erect penis was jutting out of the fly of his boxers.

Maria grimaced as the horny sales manager moved in front of her chair and sat on the edge of her desk. She gave a sigh as she reached out and took hold of his throbbing erection in one soft hand. With any luck this would be the last blowjob she was powerd to give him.

Maria swiped her tongue around the head of Paul's erection, then gave the tip of his dick a tender kiss, leaving a slight smear of lipstick. She ran her tongue down along the underside of his shaft and then swiped her tongue across his scrotum, teasing his testicles.

"Don't tease me, just suck it," instructed Paul.

Maria reluctantly moved back to the end of his cock, slipping her warm lips down over him and sucking his stiff erection into her wet mouth.

"Oh yeah!" Paul groaned with obvious relish. "I really needed this!"

Maria's cheeks hollowed as she powerfully sucked on him and her head began to bob over his lap. The office filled with the sounds of her slurping, her pouty lips sliding up and down the thick pole of his cock.

"That's it, suck that cock like you mean it!" said Paul with a loud groan as Maria's pace picked up. With each bob of her head the tip of his cock was nudging right against the very back of her mouth causing her to gag slightly.

"You look beautiful with my cock in your mouth," Paul told her as she sucked him off.

Maria's mouth popped off the end of his dick and she looked up at him. "Why don't you keep the commentary to a minimum and just let me get on with this?" she snapped irritably.

Paul grinned mischievously. He held his cock by the base and slapped it against Maria's closed mouth. "Whatever you say, you're the boss."

Maria scowled up at him. If it wasn't for the fact that this was hopefully the final blowjob she had to give him then she would probably have thrown him out.

Paul spanked his erection against her forehead. He was certainly pushing his luck.

Maria reached up and smacked away his hands, holding his dick firmly around the base as she put her mouth back over the head of him. Paul gave a moan as Maria resumed her blowjob, rapidly bobbing her head over his cock as she sucked.

He reached down and took hold of Maria's sizeable boobs, squeezing them through her blouse as she blew him. He could feel the stiff lacy texture of her bra as the large melons overflowed his groping hands. He still wished he could get those puppies out in the open one day.

"Oh yeeeaah!" Paul gave a long groan of pleasure as his cock jolted between Maria's lip. He moaned as his salty seed exploded, filling the gorgeous brunette's diligently sucking mouth. Paul squeezed down tight on Maria's titties as he spurted, his erection flexing in her mouth.

Maria swallowed, quickly takeing down all of Paul's load without spilling a drop. The last thing she wanted was her office stinking of cum.

"Mmm, that was amazing as always," murmured Paul in appreciation as Maria sucked him clean.

She sat back, grabbing a glass of water off her desk and taking a long swallow.

"Maybe we could have a repeat performance after takes tonight?" suggested Paul hopefully.

"No. I'm leaving early today," Maria curtly replied. "I'm going to dinner with my husband."

"Fine," replied Paul with a shrug. "Make sure you give the old man a big kiss from me," Paul added with a wink.

Maria shook her head as Paul left her office. The man was definitely an obnoxious asshole.

***

For some reamister, Friday takes always brought out the worst in Paul. He was all over the ladies of the office, hitting on them, making lewd comments and plenty of touching.

Glenda from accounts seemed to bear the brunt of it this week. Neither Maria nor Erica, his usual victims had shown up for takes and Jennifer seemed to be staying well clear of the lecherous sales manager that evening.

Glenda wasn't quite as pretty, and certainly not as stacked as Maria, Erica or Jennifer. But the thirty three year old red haired accountant was a keen jogger and kept quite fit. Paul was standing uncomfortably close to the relatively shy office worker, one hand resting on the small of her back as he told her an inappropriately sexual and racist joke. Every so often his hand would wander down from Glenda's back and slide over the taut round swells of her buttocks, which were perfectly encased in a pair of slim fitting black suit pants.

"...a donkey's dick!" announced Paul, reciting the joke's punch line and roaring raucously with laughter at his own joke.

Glenda smiled politely as Paul pinched the well toned accountant's bottom once again.

The slender accountant had clearly had enough as she began to politely excuse herself, claiming an early morning run the next day.

Paul barely even heard her as his attention was suddenly caught by the sight of Jennifer across the other side of the office.

The gorgeous permisteral assistant was swaying as she walked, clearly quite inebriated. This was rather unusual, as Jennifer almost always maintained control. She was dressed in a pretty, charcoal grey dress which was quite tight fitting across the upper half, nicely displaying her expansive bosom. The lower, skirt part of the dress, was short and flared slightly as she walked, giving Paul a great view of her long, tanned legs.

As Paul watched, the takes blonde staggered through the door into the sick room, disappearing from sight.

Paul frowned in thought. He glanced around the room to see if anyone else had seen Jennifer depart, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to her.

Paul hesitated about another minute and then followed Jennifer, slipping quickly into the sick bay without anyone noticing. His heart was rapidly beating as he quietly closed the door behind him and then looked around the room. Jennifer was lying face down on the small single bed that filled the far side of the room. The hem of her dress was up around her sleek thighs, inches short of revealing the swells of her buttocks. She was snoring softly.

Paul let out a quivering breath and walked softly across the room. He reached out a shaking hand towards Jennifer's pert ass and then stopped, thinking better of it.

"Jennifer?" he said, reamisterably loudly. "Are you okay?"

He reached down and prodded her shoulder. "Jennifer?" he repeated, more loudly. The relaxing beauty still did not stir.

Paul shook Jennifer's shoulder to try and wake her up, but her takesen dream could not be interrupted.

"Thank you God," he whispered.

Still a little cautious, Paul reached down and touched the back of Jennifer's thigh, right down by her knee. He gave her leg a gentle squeeze, glancing up towards her face to make sure she was still arelax. Paul traced his palm up the back of his boss's gorgeous permisteral assistant's slender thigh, enjoying the incredible feel of her smooth, soft skin. Inches away from the hem of her dress he stopped again.

Paul turned and moved back to the sick-bay door, locking it. It would be bad if someone from the office stumred in on him while he was worrying the *** woman.

He grinned to himself and rubbed his hands eagerly together, before moving back across the room and sitting on the edge of the bed where Jennifer was dreaming.

This time he laid both hands on the back of Jennifer's smooth thighs. As he ran his hands up the back of her sleek thighs he pushed the hem of her skirt up. His hands slid up the swells of Jennifer's beautiful round buttocks, cupping one taut mound in each palm. Jennifer was wearing the skimpiest of g-string's beneath her dress, leaving her lovely ass pretty much bare for Paul to grope.

"Gorgeous," he murmured in admiration as he squeezed and kneaded the firm cheeks of her ass. This was a dream come true for the sleazy sales manager.

Smack!

Paul gave Jennifer's ass a hard slap, watching the quiver of flesh. He grinned and slipped one hand up between the lovely blonde's thighs, rubbing his fingers across the crotch of her g-string and feeling the heat of her pussy.

Paul unzipped his fly and pulled out his now erect penis, stroking it as he rubbed the gorgeous blonde's crotch. He briefly considered just jerking off, but realised that this was an opportunity not to be missed. Instead, he climbed up on the bed, straddling the back of Jennifer's thighs.

Holding his cock in one hand he rubbed it over the firm spheres of Jennifer's ass, using his shaft to slap her butt. Paul then leant forward, leaning over his sexy colleague and rubbing himself against her ass, humping her from behind as he ground himself into her perfect bottom. It would be so easy to just pull aside her g-string and slip into her.

"What the hell," said Paul with a shrug. "You only live once."

He reached down and tugged aside Jennifer's g-string. With his other hand he guided his erection into Jennifer's pussy.

As Paul thrust into the sexy blonde from behind, she lay there motionless, still fast arelax lying face down on the bed.

"Oh yeah!" groaned Paul as his hard erection slid smoothly into her pussy and his hips ground against her ass. Holding his weight on his elbows as he lay over top Jennifer, the horny sales manager began to fuck her from behind, driving his cock into her clutching pussy.

"This is much better than a blowjob or a quick grope," he murmured, thinking of Maria and Erica.

Paul humped against Jennifer for a few minutes, pinning her down on the bed with his thrusting penis. The whole forbidden, non-consensual element to the sex was turning him on and his balls were churning in no time.

Paul wasn't sure if the beautiful blonde was on the pill and he certainly didn't want to knock her up so he pulled out before it was too late. He wasn't about to finish off using his hand however, so instead he moved up towards where Jennifer's head lay.

Paul rubbed the tip of his cock over Jennifer's angelic face, leaving a smear of pre-cum over her nose, cheek and lips. He then grabbed her head in both hands as he stuffed his erection into her *** mouth, spearing her full lips open with the tip of his penis.

"Fuck!" he grunted as his hard cock thrust into Jennifer's mouth. He gripped her hair tightly and began to quickly saw his hard cock in and out between her full, pouty lips. It perhaps wasn't as nice as Maria's oral talents, but the workout he'd had in her pussy had him close to the edge anyway.

With a few vigorous thrusts, he gave a fetishd grunt of pleasure and blasted his sticky wad of jism into Jennifer's relaxing mouth. "Oh yeah!" he groaned as he emptied his load across Jennifer's tongue. He pulled out and sat back on the bed, breathing heavily.

"Thank God for Friday takes," he murmured with a satisfied grin.

"We need to talk," said Paul Andermister as he barged into his boss's office, slamming the door shut behind him. There had been no one to stop him from entering as Maria's permisteral assistant, Jennifer, was off sick today.

"Mr Andermister?" said Maria in surprise, looking up at him. "What's the problem?"

"Don't worry," snapped Paul as he strode up to the beautiful brunette's desk, "I'm not after head this time."

He threw a manila folder down on her desk and a couple of grainy photographs spilled out. They were shots of him lying on top of a ****** blonde and a few of him with his cock stuffed into her mouth.

"He's got video footage as well apparently," Paul told her, sounding rather desperate.

"He?" asked Maria, opening the folder and flicking through the rather incriminating photographs.

"O'Reilly," explained Paul, referring to the company's national manager. "I'm done. You've got to help me."

"Help you? I don't think so," Maria curtly replied.

"Look," said Paul, leaning over her desk. "If you don't make this go away then I'll be powerd to give O'Reilly the stuff I have on you." Paul had been blackmailing his beautiful boss for the past few months.

Maria frowned, clearly not happy. "You can't do that, we had a deal."

Paul shook his head. "The deal's changed. I'm in the cuckolds brownie here and you can help me. If you do this then I'll destroy all the evidence I've got. No more blowjobs."

"No more blowjobs?" repeated Maria. Clearly the idea appealed to her.

"We'll be even," Paul assured her.

Maria considered for a moment. "Okay," she finally agreed.

***

Jim O'Reilly frowned calculatingly at his attractive subordinate. "What's in this for you Maria?" he asked her. Jim O'Reilly was the National Manager of Infinity Systems Computing. He was in his mid fifties and had short white hair and an expansive, barrel like belly. His jowly face was usually bright red and he actually looked a little bit like Boss Hog from the Dukes of Hazard.

"I'm not at liberty to say," Maria replied. The raven haired branch manager was dressed in a light grey skirt and jacket suit, with a bright red blouse. The blouse unbuttoned more than usual and she was giving Jim a clear view of her impressive cleavage.

"This evidence is very compelling, and the charges are serious," said Jim. "And we are talking about your assistant Jennifer here."

"I realise that," said Maria, hating what she'd been powerd to do. "But I have to get rid of this matter once and for all."

Jim seemed to consider matters for a moment. After a long pause he replied. "I'll let you what Maria. I like you, and we've worked together for a couple of years now so I'm willing to help you out. I'll destroy this evidence against Paul...if you agree to fuck me."

"What?" blurted Maria in surprise. That had been the last thing she'd expected. From Paul maybe, but from Jim O'Reilly her boss?

"We have sex. Then I'll make all this go away," explained Jim.

Maria still looked in shock. "But I'm married!"

Jim shrugged. "It's pretty straight forward here Maria. You're asking me to do something very unethical. So in return I want something of value. That hot body of yours is valuable to me."

Maria grimaced. Even with Paul's blackmail she hadn't let him have sex with her. "How about I suck your cock instead?"

"Not good enough," replied Jim immediately. He was used to negotiating multi-million dollar deals and he knew how to bargain. "You've got a nice big pair of boobs that I've wanted to get my hands on for years, and I bet you're a fantastic fuck."

"I give fantastic head," said Maria.

"I'm sure you do, and I intend to find out," Jim replied calmly. "But I also intend to shoot my wad in that sweet pussy of yours."

Maria was looking very uncomfortable. But perhaps relaxing with the boss would help her career as well. "You'll destroy the photos?"

"Yes."

"Okay," she agreed. "I'll do it."

Jim's grin was a mile wide. "Excellent. Well let's start with that head you were talking about."

"Right now?" replied Maria in surprise, glancing nervously around the National Manager's office.

Jim merely nodded and stood up from his chair. He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down around his knees. His blue cotton boxer shorts followed, revealing a soft, limp penis dangling between his legs, framed by a pair of saggy balls, covered in a light fuzz of grey hair. It was not the most attractive sight that Maria had laid eyes on.

Jim sat back down in his chair and gestured for Maria to come around the desk to him. The buxom brunette executive reluctantly did as she was instructed, kneeling in front of the chair of her trouser-less boss.

"Let me just have a feel of these puppies before you get started," said Jim, reaching out with both hands and grabbing Maria's large tits through her blouse.

"Oh yeah!" he gave a groan of approval as he squeezed Maria's plentiful jugs through her top. The ample melons filled his palms as his fingers sunk into the firm flesh. "These are great," he murmured, reaching up and grabbing the top of Maria's blouse. With a harsh yank he ripped open the kneeling woman's shirt, buttons flying off and material tearing.

"Hey! That was expense!" complained Maria as Jim reached inside her ruined blouse to grope at her bra-clad breasts.

"You'd better get them out before I rip this bra then," said Jim, releasing her tits temporarily.

Maria quickly shrugged of her torn blouse and then unclasped her bra, letting her big breasts spill free. They were large and firm, topped by already hard nipples.

"Lovely," murmured Jim as he took hold of Maria's bare breasts, one in each hand. "Did I ever tell you that I'm a tit-man?" he asked her as he began to squeeze and knead her gigantic hooters. "These fun bags are the reamister I promoted you to Branch Manager." Jim pinched Maria's stiff nipples between his fingers, giving them a quick twist before once again cupping and squeezing her magnificent jugs in his palms. "I'm just glad this opportunity to actually touch them has come up."

Jim fondled Maria's perfect boobs for a few more minutes. "Okay, time for some sucking I think," he said, releasing her breasts and leaning back in his chair.

Maria reached up into Jim's lap and took hold of his old cock in her soft hand. It appeared to have been brought to life from the titty groping and was thick and stiff in her hand. The reluctant executive bent forward, dipping her head down into her bosses lap and gingerly taking his hard cock between her lips.

"That's it, suck that cock," moaned Jim as Maria's warm lips slid down his erection, his cock lodging deep in her hot mouth. "After all that talk, you'd better be as good as you said you were."

Jim groaned as Maria's talented mouth slid back up to the tip of his cock, her agile tongue swiping around the head of Jim's penis. She moved lower, her tongue lapping nimbly at Jim's hairy scrotum, teasing each of his testicles briefly before she moved back to his cock, plunging her mouth back onto him.

Jim gripped the top of Maria's head, holding her by her dark locks. "Put your hands behind your back," he ordered.

Maria obeyed as Jim immediately began to fuck her mouth, bouncing her head in his lap as his hips repeated hunched up off his chair, his hard cock pumping rapidly in and out of her sucking mouth. With her hands behind her back, Maria now had no control over the pace and depth of his plunging cock, but fortunately her experience blowing Paul Andermister had well prepared her for getting face fucked and she effortlessly took her bosses hard length as it slammed between her plump lips.

Jim humped Maria's face for about six or seven minutes, showing surprising stamina for a man of his age. His penis was hard as a rock, clearly highly aroused by the opportunity to blackmail his beautiful underling.

He thrust into Maria's mouth a few final times and then lifted her head up out of his lap. As the beautiful, topless brunette caught her breath, Jim once again groped her big tits, eagerly massaging the ample orbs.

"I think I need to fuck these puppies before we get down to business," he announced, shuffling forward in his chair so that his stiff erection nestled into Maria's considerable cleavage.

Jim kept a firm grip on Maria's boobs as he wrapped them around his cock, forming a snug, tight sheath for his cock to thrust into.

Maria's big boobs jiggled delightfully as Jim fucked them. Each thrust of his cock, caused the tip of his penis to bob up from the depths of Maria's cleavage, glistening with pre-cum. While his old hips pumped up off his chair, his hands kept a tight grip on Maria's breasts, keeping the fleshy mounds pressed tight around his thrusting manhood.

"Time to fuck," said Jim after titfucking her for a couple of minutes. "Stand up and bend over my desk."

"I can't convince you to finish off in my mouth, or between my tits?" asked Maria, trying one more time to delay cheating on her husband.

Jim didn't reply, instead grabbing her by the arm and powering her to bend forward over his desk. He ran one hand across the smooth expanse of Maria's skirt-clad posterior, squeezing the firm cheeks of her ass. Jim then tugged up the back of her skirt, revealing her g-string panties and perfect, nicely toned buttocks.

Not wasting any time, Jim tugged aside the back of Maria's g-string and urgently thrust his rock hard cock into her tight snatch. Maria cried out at his sudden entry, his erection sinking right to the hilt into her pussy.

"Ah, that feels so good!" moaned Jim, pausing for a moment and enjoying the feeling of having his cock buried in the beautiful, buxom brunette. He rocked his hips slightly back and forth, exploring the depths of Maria's clutching pussy.

Jim moved his hands to Maria's curving hips, getting a firm grip as he started to fuck her in earnest, his hard cock pumping against her pussy from behind as he drove her into the desk. The sound of their flesh smacking together filled the large office as Jim slammed his erection repeatedly into Maria's pussy.

Maria moaned and pushed back with her bottom to meet her bosses thrusting cock. She was eager to get him off as quick as possible.

Jim was groaning noisily as he humped the busty brunette bent over his desk, he clearly wouldn't last very long. "Fuck!" he groaned as he arched his back and lifted himself up on his tip toes, stuffing his cock deep inside the gorgeous executive. His cock bottomed out in her cunt and he gave another loud groan. Jim's balls churned and his cock spurted, his thick, ropey seed spilling powerfully into Maria's grasping vagina.

"Oh yeah!" the older executive gave a long moan of pleasure as he pumped the brunette fill of his sperm. He fell forward, the weight of his bulk leaning on Maria's back as he spent himself. "That was perfect," he whispered into her ear as his cock slipped out of her pussy.

***

Paul Andermister smiled contentedly to himself as stood behind his beautiful blonde secretary Erica, massaging her shoulders intimately as she typed on her computer. As his hands slipped down from Erica's shoulders and artlessly crept to her chest, cupping her full and firm tits through her blouse, his smile got even wider.

'I love my job,' Paul thought to himself as he groped Erica's glorious breasts and the pretty young secretary did nothing to stop him.

Not only had Maria been able to make the incriminating footage of him powering himself on her sexy assistant Jennifer go away, but Paul had also discovered some rather enlightening video footage of Maria fucking Jim O'Reilly. The new footage had restored Paul's access to Maria's lovely mouth and also given him some leverage against O'Reilly should Paul run into any future problems himself.

'All in all, life is good,' Paul decided as he dreamily kneaded the firm mounds of Erica's world-class knockers in his groping hands.

THE END

Défoncé par un mâle !


Février 2005,
Par le biais d'amis commun, nous avons trouvé une location pour passer une semaine de détente à la neige.
Nous partons le matin de très bonne heure. Le trajet, toujours un peu long se passe dans la monotonie la plus complète.
Nous sommes accueillis dans la matinée par une jolie femme qui nous fait visiter le chalet.
Cette femme m'a ensorcelé dés que je l'ai vu !
Je la regarde nous faire la visite en la dévorant des yeux !
C'est une femme élancée, habillée de façon assez sobre. Portant des lunettes lui donnant une allure d'institutrice un peu rigide. Des cheveux blond noué d'une queue de cheval tombant sur ses épaules.
S'est-elle rendu compte de mon émoi ?
Malgré la fatigue du trajet, je pars me coucher en pensant à cette créature aux longues jambes ...
J'ai du mal à trouver le sommeil, je ne peux réfréner l'envie de me caresser le sexe ... en pensant à elle.
La nuit passe en caressant le doux rêve de pouvoir la toucher, la sentir, la manger !
Arrive le matin, comme à mon habitude je me lève tôt, je passe par la salle de bains, j'installe mes affaires et, machinalement mon attention tombe sur un panier de linge sale.
Après hésitations, je l'ouvre est découvre noyé dans tous ce fatras les petites culottes de ma logeuse.
Je les prends, les regardes et commence à fantasmer!
Je sens mon sexe se raidir rien qu à l'idée qu'elle les a portées. Je les approches de mon nez et les humes pour m'en imprégner. Je suis en rut ! Je ne résiste pas à me mettre nu et à me branler la queue avec ces culottes. Pire, j'enfile une culotte pour me sentir au plus prés d'elle !
Je ne mets pas longtemps à jouir par saccades sur ces dessous ...Je râle de plaisir........

Cette petite aventure aurait pu s'arrêter là si :
Son compagnon n'avait pas assisté à toute la scène !
Il pousse une petite porte et entre dans la pièce. Je suis encore enchevêtré avec et dans les dessous de sa femme ce qui ne lui a pas échappé !
J'essaye rapidement de me relever mais, déjà il appui avec mister pied sur mon torse pour m'empêcher de bouger.

Qu'est ce que tu fais ? Ce n'est pas bien ce que tu fais ? Tu veux que j'appelle ta femme ?

Je suis comme un lapin dans les phares d'une voiture ! Je suis tétanisé par la peur, la honte. Et la seule chose donc je suis encore capable de faire est :
Le signe non de la tête.
Il s'agenouille sur moi en me bloquant les bras avec ses jambes.
Je m'attends à prendre une raclée monumentale !
Mais la à ma grande surprise il me sort sa queue de mister pantalon et me la présente prés de mes lèvres.
Applique-toi !
Mécaniquement, j'entrouvre ma bouche et prend mister sexe dans ma bouche, je ne sais plus ce que je fais. J'engloutis sa queue à la cadence de ses coups de reins !
Il me tient par les cheveux pour mieux souligner ma soumission et ma déchéance !
Je le suce du mieux que je peux ! Je me mets à aspirer sa queue le plus fort que je peux malgré moi je m'applique ! Je bave .....Il m'insulte ...je bande .....Il me prend la queue et me branle.
C'est bon, je veux lui rendre le plaisir qu'il me donne. Je lui caresse les couilles et avale sa bite encore, encore et encore.....
Je ne suis plus rien ! Il a prit le contrôle de moi et je me laisse porter par sa voix !
Je le sens prêt à jouir et je me prépare à recevoir mister foutre !

Mais d'un coup il cesse de me baiser par la bouche.
Il prend une des culottes les plus sales et me l'enfonce dans la bouche comme un bâillon. Je fais mine de résister, mais j'accepte une fois de plus cette offense qui m'excite encore plus.
Les odeurs de cette culotte m'enivrent ! Ces effluves de pisse, de cul .......
Puis, il me retourne pour que je lui offre mon cul !
Malgré mon bâillon, je me débats, grogne plus que je ne parle pour montrer mon refus !
Cette ultime résistance ne fait que de l'exciter un peu plus et je me rends vite compte qu'il ne me laissera pas partir tant qu'il n'aura pas eu sa jouissance !
Instinctivement j'écarte les jambes ! Il introduit un doigt, puis deux, puis trois et me masse l'anus.
Cette sensation désagréable du début laisse place à une plénitude jouissive.
Une de ses mains s'occupe mon anus et l'autre fait des allés retour entre ma queue et mes bourses !
Puis il présente mister gland à l'entrée de mon cul !
Je le laisse faire, j'ai envie de lui faire plaisir, j'ai envie de lui, j'ai envie de le sentir en moi !
Ca y est, il est dans moi, j'essaye d'accompagner ces mouvements de reins du mieux que je peux.
Quand je le sens en moi je me contracte pour le sentir plus fort.
Je râle un peu mais j'essaye d'étouffer mes cris en mordant dans la petite culotte !
Après m'avoir bien « pratiqué » je sens mister sexe gonfler, et m'attend à recevoir mister foutre ce qui ne tarde pas à arriver !
Je reste là, incrédule, sans réaction à quatre pattes !

Merci pour cette petite histoire... Bonne continuation

et bonne année à toi Chrislebo!

A vous aussi les pervers bonne année 2014

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Boypussy


Jack ran a small but very successful company. His team of 30 graphic designers, salespeople, artists, public relations specialists, and marketing talent comprised one of the top advertising and PR firms in the city of Houston. He ran a tight ship, and was respected by all of his employees. Together they stood up against even the larger national firms that outstripped them substantially in resources. As Jack pointed out regularly to his team, their agility and keen understanding of the market kept them ahead. No less significant, though, was the strength of the team. Any of Jack's employees would have followed him off a cliff if he'd only asked. His charisma and sincerity made him an easy guy to look up to as a role model.

At home Jack was just as dedicated. He'd met his wife Diane in college and now twenty years later, they had two boys, Jack Jr. and Todd. Jack Jr. was a college freshman, and Todd was a high school senior, living with Jack and Diane in their beautiful home in one of the nicer neighborhoods. Jack worked long hours but still made time for his wife and kids. Diane was a research physicist at a nearby university, and between the two they juggled schedules to spend as much time together as a family as they could.

Jack showed up to work one day and walked into his office to find a young man sitting, waiting, in one of the guest chairs. He quickly examined the stranger as he walked towards his back and the young man started to turn towards him. A slight build, blonde stylishly-matted hair, maybe a bit of a fake tan. This guy didn't seem at first glance like a candidate for any of the open positions on Jack's team. He couldn't imagine why his assistant Dave had sent the guy in.

"Hello," Jack said, extending his hand as the young man stood and turned to make direct eye contact with him.

"Hi," the young man said, not extending his hand back. Jack was unsettled. Such a lack of social graces couldn't possibly befit a member of his team.

"Did Dave send you in? I'm sorry, I wasn't aware you were going to be coming. I'm not even aware who you are, I'm embarrassed to say."

"I'm here for you."

"Excuse me? I don't understand what you mean. Are you applying for a job?"

"No, I don't need a job."

"Oh. Then I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave. Who let you in, may I ask?"

The young man seemed unfazed by Jack's questions, ignoring them and responding with unrelated questions of his own. But at this he paused, looked Jack directly in the eye—Jack averted his glance just a little, uncomfortable—and the boy asked him,

"Do you like pussy?"

"Excuse me? That's not really appropriate. I'm going to have to ask you leave."

"I want to know if you like pussy. Do you like it? Do you like fucking pussy?"

"Young man, I'm going to call the police."

"Just tell me, it's all I want to know. Tell me you like pussy."

Jack was put off greatly but didn't really know how to reply. He didn't really have any security guards, but he could obviously overpower the kid. A bit concerned about getting sued for battery, he figured he was safe since the kid was breaking and entering, essentially. He walked over and grabbed the kid by his shoulders.

"Just tell me. Do you like pussy?"

Exasperated, Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, OK? I love it. I love pussy. Now get the fuck out of my office."

The boy smiled, just at the very corner of one side of his mouth. "Then you're going to love my boypussy."

Jack stood, confused, not even sure what to say. The young man just took Jack's hands in his own, lifted them off of his shoulders so that he could turn around, and set them back down. Then he hooked his thumbs around the waist of his jeans and in one motion slid them down and arched his back so as Jack looked down he saw the boy wasn't wearing any underwear. Jack was stunned, his thoughts still racing to catch up. Dumbly, he finally shook his head to clear his thoughts and just said,

"Your... your what?"

"Look at it."

Jack was sure any moment he'd wake up, but what a peculiar dream. What was happening? His face wrinkled in perplexion, Jack shrugged and looked down, as the boy asked.

He couldn't really see much more than the cleft of the boy's ass. Briefly he considered why he even cared, why he was actually doing as the boy asked, but before he could follow that chain of logic very far, he knelt down to get a closer look.

As the boy arched his back, his cheeks parted and Jack, moving like a man underwater, slowly saw the smooth skin of the boy's crack as the cheeks peeled apart. Just as he knelt fully into a squat, Jack saw, nestled deep between the boy's pudgy ass-cheeks, his wrinkled, brown anus, pulsing as the boy clenched and unclenched his sphincter.

Jack furrowed his brow, as if intrigued, as if trying to get a better look. He was entranced. He'd never really seen another guy's asshole, and for some reamister he found it fascinating. Looking at the change in skin tone as it approached the boy's hole, seeing how the pucker wrinkled up and squeezed together when the boy clenched, seeing the creamy smoothness of the kid's ass-cheeks, Jack just knelt and stared dumbly like a man looking at one of the wonders of the world, head cocked to the side a bit, brow furrowed in concentration.

Finally, Jack's concentration was broken as the boy twisted to turn and look down at Jack kneeling on the ground behind him, staring down over his shoulder. Jack turned his head up to meet the boy's gaze.

"My boypussy needs to be fucked."

Jack heard the words and immediately it dawned on him. Of course! That tight, wrinkled hole, that was what it was for, then. Fucking. Immediately Jack imagined bending the boy over his desk and shoving his cock into the boy's inviting asshole.

But as soon as the image entered his head, Jack's mind cleared just a little. What the fuck was going on? He was at work, trying to get work done, and this boy was in his office, wouldn't say where he was from, and now Jack was on his knees behind the boy staring entranced at the kid's asshole? This was fucked up. Something was wrong. Jack shook his head, trying to clear his mind from the strange, thick mental fog it seemed to be trapped in.

The boy saw Jack struggling, and the boy's face clouded with concern and anger as he opened his mouth again and said,

"Fuck my boypussy, now"

Jack heard the words and then thought... wait, he'd lost his train of thought. What had he been thinking about? He blinked, confused, and then spotted the winking orifice right in front of his face. Of course! He'd been thinking about how much he wanted to fuck this kid's boypussy. That was what that hole was there for.

The boy saw Jack regain his focus on his butthole, and the boy smiled a smile that didn't look very nice. He kept talking, encouraging Jack.

"Come on, fuck it. I need my boypussy stuffed full of cock, I need it stuffed full of your cock. Stuff your big cock into my hungry boypussy."

As the boy kept egging him on, Jack became more and more eager. Man, he couldn't wait to fuck this kid's hot boypussy. It was like just being near the boy made him hornier and hornier. Jack licked his lips. He was having a hard time thinking of anything but sex. He felt his cock swelling in his suit pants. What meetings did he have? That was much less fun to think about. He wanted to think about natural things, primal things, not boring work. Jack reached out and grabbed the boy by his hips, stood up, and pushed the boy over to his desk.

With one sweep of his arm Jack shoved his laptop and a bunch of work papers off his desk to make room for the nubile young boy. He shoved the kid face-down over the desk so his asshole was fully exposed. Then Jack unzipped his suit pants, reached in and fumred with his briefs until he got his cock out. The hard organ flopped out, the head already dripping precum.

"Shove it in me, shove that cock in my hot, sticky boypussy. Fuck my hot boypussy, slam against my soft butt."

Jack just nodded eagerly and started panting, blurting out whatever phrases entered his mind, now so consumed by lust all he could manage were grunts. "Oh yeah, fucking boypussy, so fucking hot," he snorted, and with that he shoved his cock right into the boy's hole.

The boy arched his back more and moaned as Jack's precum-slick, rigid cock stabbed deep into his guts. Jack moaned aloud, his eyes wide open, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt.

"Oh, fuck, your fucking boypussy, that feels so fucking good!"

"Fuck me, pump my boypussy full, pump me full of your cum, fill my hungry boypussy with jizz, pump me so full it leaks out my hole!"

Finally Todd lifted his face up off Jack Jr.'s, and Jack Jr. gasped aloud for breath and then whispered, hoarsely,

"FUCK, this is so hot!! Why didn't we ever do this before?"

"Because I didn't know how hot your boypussy was, mister," Jack replied.

"And because I didn't know how good your cock would feel up my boypussy!" chimed in Todd.

"Mmm," Jack Jr. thought it over, "Boypussy, eh? Yeah, that's fucking hot. Yeah, dad, fuck my boypussy while I fuck Todd's boypussy. There's enough for everyone. Yeah, Todd, ride me like a slut, I want to feel that boypussy milking my pole."

The three of them ground against each other, fucking like wild naturals for the next half hour.

Then, suddenly, the lights turned on. All three of them froze and turned to see Diane, standing in the doorway, eyes wide with shock, frozen in place.

"What... What is going on?" Diane asked, shaking her head in disbelief and total shock.

Jack scowled, but thought quickly. "Todd, show mom your boypussy."

"What? Dad, her?"

"What did you just say, Jack? Show me what? What the fuck are you doing?"

"Just do it, Todd!"

Todd, eyes and face utterly vacant, lifted himself off his brother's cock, cum dripping out of his asshole, and squatted, exposing his ass to his lady. Diane froze mid-sentence and started walking, very slowly, towards Todd.

"What in the-why is this so fascinating?" Diane wondered aloud.

"Dad, how did you know that would work?"

"I didn't, but I figured it was worth a shot."

"But dad, we don't need her—she doesn't have a cock to fuck my boypussy with, what good is she?"

"No, you're right, she's no good, we don't need her. But we can't let her stay around now that she knows. She might tell someone. She might try to stop it."

Todd, Jack, and Jack Jr. exchanged knowing, if defocused and desperate, glances. Todd grinned. It was not a pleasant grin.

"Hey, mom, why don't you get a nice close look at my boypussy?"

"Why can't I move away? Why am I staring at your asshole?"

"My boypussy, mom, it's my boypussy. See how it's all stretched open? That was Jack Jr.'s cock. See how it's dripping? That's his cum, mom."

"This is so awful, I want to look away, but I can't. Why are you doing this? How are you doing this?"

"Why don't you get even closer, mom? In fact, why don't you lie down on the bed so I can show you up nice and close?"

Diane, as if relaxwalking, climbed slowly onto the bed and laid down next to Jack Jr. Todd moved so his dripping boypussy was hovering right over her face. A droplet of Jack Jr.'s jizz fell right onto her face, and still she laid still on the bed.

"Time to get to know my boypussy really well, mom." Todd grinned wider and meaner as he dropped right down onto his lady's face, his ass completely enveloping her mouth and nose.

At first Diane was still immobilized by the sight of her mister's ass, but soon she started running out of air and it broke her from her trance. Todd sat down hard on his lady's face as she started struggling, then thrashing. Jack and Jack Jr. grinned along with Todd as they held her arms. Her muffled screams were barely audible in the same room, so none of them gave them any care. Jack even just laughed.

"Oh yeah, mom, it feels fucking hot having you rubbing against my boypussy like that. Too bad we can't let you live."

Todd's face twisted into a maniacal grin as Diane's movements slowed and finally stopped.

"Oh my God," Jack said, "You just sladyed mom to death with your hot fucking boypussy. That was so hot to watch, it makes me want to fuck that hot boypussy so hard."

Todd grinned and hopped off his lady's lifeless body. "Come on, dad, I want it harder than ever before."

Jack Jr. stared, drooling, as his dad plowed his younger brother right in the asshole. Over and over he slammed him until he shot a load deep inside Todd's guts.

Afterwards, they disposed of Diane's body. None of them even discussed what had happened or had the slightest sense of remorse or regret for the death of the boys' lady and Jack's wife. All they could think about was boypussy. Boypussy. Boypussy. Todd wanted his plowed. Jack Jr. wanted his stuffed full and wanted to shove his cock in another. Jack just wanted to feel his cock enveloped in it, in the soft moist velvetine grip of a hot boy's rectum.

The next day, Todd went to school, showed up at Exeter Boys' Academy, and struggled to focus during his classes, or at least not to give in and start fingering his boypussy hole right in the middle of any class. He excused himself several times during the day to finger himself off in the bathroom, he was so horny. By the end of the day he was desperate for a real man to play with his boypussy. He showed up to swim team practice and was in the locker room surrounded by all the other hot boys and was boned up, hard, considering begging one of them to fuck him in his hot, hungry boypussy. But then he had a better idea.

He changed into his tight little Speedo and sauntered his way into the coach's office.

"Hey, Todd, what's up?" Coach asked, without even looking up.

"Um, Coach, I have a problem..." Todd started.

"Oh yeah? What's wrong?"

"I was hoping you could look at this for me and tell me if it's normal." Todd tugged on his Speedo to wedge it into his crack as he spoke, and then turned around.

"What? Todd, are you joking? Pull that out of your crack."

"Oh, I tried, but I can't, Coach. It's wedged in there good. Wedged in my boypussy."

"Todd, what is this, some kind of joke? What did you just say?"

"I said it's wedged in my boypussy, Coach. Do you like pussy, Coach?"

The Coach, at this point, was sitting still, staring, looking a bit spacey, at Todd's ass.

"Uh, what?"

"Do you like pussy, Coach? Do you like fucking it? Do you like fucking pussy?"

"Uh, I like pussy, yeah, Todd. I like it, I really mostly like eating it." As the words came out, Coach flinched with shock, unsure why he'd just spoke them.

"Oooh, Coach, I bet you'll love eating my boypussy, then."

Coach's eyes widened as Todd spoke and his mouth dropped open. "Um, your boypussy? You want me to... you want me to eat your boypussy?"

"Yeah, Coach, here," Todd said, and he hooked his thumbs around his Speedo and slid it down. Coach's eyes went even wider as he saw between Todd's ample butt-cheeks as he bent forward to slip his Speedo down, his cheeks spreading and his tight puckered hole visible.

"Oh, God, Todd, your boypussy, it's so hot. I've never eaten a boypussy before, just normal pussy."

"You're really in for a treat, then, Coach. It's much better to eat boypussy than normal pussy. Normal pussy is gross, but boypussy smells just like a boy's pussy should, like a nice boy's butt hole, and it tastes so good. You're going to love tonguing and eating my boypussy hole. Try and see."

Coach reached forward and grabbed Todd's butt-cheeks in his hands and gently drew the boy back by his ass against Coach's face. As his hole neared the Coach's mouth, Todd smiled a mean smile and stretched his lower back even more, spreading his cheeks wide to give the Coach maximum access.

Coach's face had taken on a new look, a kind of desperate zeal, and as the boy's ass approached his face he grinned a wide grin and stuck his tongue all the way out. The tip of it made contact with Todd's tight, puckered anus, and Coach moaned aloud as it did. He continued, sinking his tongue right into Todd's willing, hot boypussy hole until his tongue was completely enveloped in the wrinkled rectum and Coach's lips were pressed against his hole, as if French kissing Todd's anus. Coach went wild, grunting and licking and slurping at the boy's boypussy, and Todd was in Heaven, egging him on.

"Ooh, yeah, Coach, lick that boypussy, get it nice and clean. Lick it good, make it feel good inside. Get that tongue deep inside my hot boypussy. You need it, you love it. Eating boypussy is all you ever want to do."

Eventually Coach had eaten his fill, Todd's boypussy was sparkling clean inside and out and dripping with Coach's saliva, and Coach's face smelled like a high-school boy's ass.

"Send the rest of them in, one by one," Coach ordered, in a daze. Todd smiled, knowing soon he'd have plenty of playmates.

Todd went back to the locker room and told them each, one by one, that Coach had asked to see them. First he sent in Danny.

"Coach wants to see you, Danny."

"What for?"

"Didn't say."

"Are you OK, Todd? You look kinda funny."

"You should go in to see Coach, Danny."

Danny was concerned. Something seemed wrong with Todd. He went into the Coach's office and mentioned it.

"Coach, Todd said you wanted to see me, but he seems kind of... funny."

"What's funny about him, Danny?" Coach asked, staring at the boy with hungry eyes. It wasn't lost on Danny. He shied away from the Coach who stood up from his chair and walked towards him, grinning.

"Uh, Coach... Uh, what's with your..." Danny was staring at the Coach's crotch, where his gym shorts were tented out with an obvious, massive erection.

"What? Danny, that's nothing. Why don't you come over here?"

"No, that's OK, Coach, I think I have to go."

Coach lunged for the door as Danny went to open it, slamming it shut and grabbing the boy by the wrist with his other hand.

"LET GO!! HELP!!!" Danny began to shout, terrified of his Coach, formerly a kind and thoughtful man but now seemingly a deranged maniac.

"Shut up, Danny!" Coach clamped his hand over the boy's mouth. Danny tried to struggle but was helpless against the older, much stronger man. Behind Coach's hand, Danny screamed, but it was so muffled there was no hope anyone would hear.

"Ooh, Danny, look at this hot body of yours. How did I work with this hot body for so many years without enjoying it? Look at that wet, hot bathing Speedo. Look how it cups your hot butt so well. Lemme feel it—ooh, yeah, feel that hot butt-flesh covered by the nice, smooth lycra."

Danny was struggling, and began to cry as he felt the older man's big, strong arms clutching him close, holding his mouth shut, and also groping his young body lewdly, feeling and squeezing his butt cheeks like Danny felt his girlfriend's tits. Only this wasn't his girlfriend, this was his Coach. And these weren't tits. This was Danny's ass.

"I'm gonna get me a taste of that boypussy, Danny. I want what's nestled between these big hot butt-cheeks of yours."

With that, Coach slid Danny's Speedo down, pinning the boy's legs together, and shoved him forward so he tripped and fell over the Coach's desk. Danny cried out, first in surprise, but then in shock as he felt the Coach's stubred face pressing into his ass-crack.

But then Danny felt the Coach's tongue swipe up over his asshole, and he thought, that really felt good. It felt hot, way hotter than squeezing his girlfriend's tits. In fact, as the Coach licked his asshole, Danny had more and more trouble even remembering what his girlfriend looked like. Or imagining ever wanting to touch her tits again. And then the Coach started wiggling the tip of his tongue up against Danny's cuckolds brownie-chute and as Danny felt Coach's tongue pressing his wrinkled tight asshole open and beginning to fill him up inside, Danny realized how hard his own cock was, and how hot and nasty it was having Coach tonguing out his ass.

"What'd you say you were doing, Coach? You wanted to taste my... my boypussy?" Something about the word had an electric effect on Danny, even as he said it, his cock throbbed and leaked precum. "Ooooh, fuck, Coach, my boypussy, boypussy, boypussy," Danny kept saying it, pumping his pelvis in time with the word, grinding it back against Coach's scratchy face and sliding his slippery cock back and forth across the desk as he did, "Yeah, it feels so fucking good having you eating out my boypussy, Coach. Keep on eating, eat it out, yeah, fuck, fill my boypussy up with your hungry tongue!"

After his turn, Danny stumred out with his Speedo up but visibly tented out by his hard, dripping cock, and he sent the next boy in, who was even more concerned than Danny had been. As the door shut, Danny immediately heard a yell and a series of loud thumps, and he just kept walking away from Coach's office, his face widening into a mean grin, his eyes defocusing, his breathing ragged.

Each of the high school boys went, clad only in a Speedo, into the Coach's office. Each came back fifteen minutes later. When each boy returned, his eyes were a bit glazed, staring off in the distance. His mouth hung open loosely. He looked vacant, a bit stupid. But he looked hungry, too. Todd, Danny, and the rest just smiled a mean smile.

When the last boy had gone and come back, the Coach came with him. "Team, I think you'll agree with me," he said, his face stinking like a used toilet, "That there's too much hot, wet, Speedo-clad boypussy on this team to waste all this time with you guys just swimming in the water."

The whole team began moaning and gyrating.

"I want to see each of you eating another boy's pussy out, and good."

They went to work, the whole swim team, like a horde of starving zombies hungry for other boy's butts. Speedos immediately lay torn on the ground and the boys were all naked, bent over, wrapped around each other, faces in asses, licking and slurping and sucking at each other's butts. Coach just watched and smiled.

"Yeah, I want to see you really eat each other out. Hot fucking boypussy, look at that. We're never swimming again. You hot little fuckers are coming in here every day to put those hot boypussies to good use."

The next day all the swimmer boys showed up, disheveled and looking quite tired, for class. It didn't take long before each teacher got nice, close-up view of at least one of the swimmers' tight boypussies, and it went straight from there to outright debauchery.

By the end of the day, every teacher had one of his boys bent over his desk, his uniform belt undone, uniform trousers slipped down far enough to expose his smooth, hot boypussy, his starched shirt and tie rumpled as the teacher, pants around ankles, fucked his brains out, moaning aloud, cum dripping everywhere. And through the rest of the classroom, the other boys who weren't currently getting fucked by the teacher were groping each other, fingering each other's holes, tonguing each other out. Some of the older, bigger boys were even taking turns bending some of the smaller, more effeminate ones over the school desks and fucking their boypussies, too.

There was a line of cute boys out the door of the principal's office, and through the window of his office, he could be seen fucking one redhead's boypussy with reckless abandon while another stood on his desk, bent over, the principal's face buried between his spread cheeks.

It had only taken 2 days for the affliction to wash over Exeter Boys' Academy, and now it was a lost cause. The whole building was overrun with horny boys begging to get their boypussies eaten and fucked, and the whole staff were hooked, overwhelmed, desperate to eat and fuck the students' hot boypussies as they wished.

Some of the boys boarded at the school, but many of them, like Todd, lived at home. And at night, when they went home, they knew what they had to do.

One of the boys' dads picked him up in his new Lexus SUV. Through the open window as the two drove off, a nearby boy smiled wickedly as he overheard:

"Hey, Dad, do you know what you're eating for dinner?"

"I don't know—I haven't talked to Mom yet."

"Mom's got nothing to do with it. Here, look down here."

Not 200 yards away the SUV screeched to a frantic halt against the side of the road.

None of the families of the Exeter boys would ever be the same.

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A New Role for My Husband


I'm 5-9 tall and weigh 225 pounds my husband Carl is 5-7 tall and weighs 175 pounds. He's in good shape and I'm pretty solidly built and strong and the fact that I am larger than my husband had not been an issue for us until one day.

So one day Carl is bitching about me wanting him to do something around the house and for whatever reamister I grabbed him by the shoulder, he pushed me, I pushed him and we stood glaring at each other. He said, "Make me."

And I guess I was really pissed and it was once too often for me to take so I said, "I will." And we lunged at each other.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do if I won or lost but I just tore into Carl. He had trouble getting a hold on me I guess he hadn't thought about how much bigger I was than him. It didn't take long before I was all over Carl pounding on his back, getting him in some holds that I knew from wrestling with my brothers when I was a kid and to be quite honest literally kicking his ass a few times. I didn't realize it at that point but I don't think Carl had much of an offensive attack in the fight. I grabbed Carl's thigh with an arm between the legs and dumped him on the floor then jumped on top of him. He was stunned by my weight landing on him and I bent his arms and legs while bouncing on his stomach and was just pounding on him.

I didn't realize how one sided the battle was until I found myself sitting on Carl's back with one arm bent behind his back and one leg pulled up to my side. I asked if he knew who was in charge and Carl meekly answered, "You are dear you win."

So here I was now not only able to dominate my husband but enjoying it and wanting to dominate him. I said to Carl, "So when I say do it you're going to get it done and fast, right?"

Carl offered a soft, "Whatever".

So I bounced my ass on his back and pulled his arm and leg a little tighter causing some real pain and said, "What was that?"

Carl quickly said, "I'll do whatever you want Chris." I released Carl's arms and legs and pulled him by an ear to his feet. Then with a firm grasp of his balls I told him to complete the chores I had told him to do, take a shower and prepare to please his wife in a manner befitting his new place in this house. Namely making sure I was satisfied.

That evening Carl spent considerable time on his back with me sitting on his face so he could eat my pussy and fucking me until he couldn't get it up anymore.

My newfound power over my husband led to more fun. There was this new guy at work a cute younger guy who seemed very interested in me. He was also a little guy 5-5 tall and 140 pounds but like I said cute and well one day we found ourselves in the stockroom together and yeah we started making out. It seemed like Tony had six hands because he was groping, squeezing and feeling up my tits, ass, thighs and every bit of my big body while we kissed. We didn't get beyond a quick make out session due to time but it was just the start.

In the coming weeks Tony and I had lunch a few times, made out in the stockroom a few times and I did manage to get my hands in his pants to find something rather impressive that I wanted to explore more in the future. I told him that I had a husband that he might have to fight to really get it on with me and he said he had no problem with that. That was even before I told Tony that I had beaten Carl so I set up a match.

So there we were with two men ready to fight for me, my husband to defend his right to his dominant wife and Tony looking to score some big girl pussy. Tony challenged Carl to fight nude, he hesitated but finally agreed. Oh what a lucky girl I am, Carl's 7 inches were almost fully hard but he wasn't the only one to get the surprise of the day seeing Tony's 11 inches at full stiff and waving in the wind. I thought 'Fuck I can only hope Carl proves to be a wimp again because I want to take a ride on Tony the pony.'

Even though Carl has 35 pounds on Tony I think the sight of a younger man with that monster cock demoralized my husband even before they got started. Carl well aware that I had kicked his ass also knew I wanted this seeming mismatch to happen so he must have been curious why. He was tentative at the start and Tony took control from the get go. Tony was much quicker than Carl and being more pussy hungry was much more aggressive.

It didn't take long before Carl was on his knees with his face planted in the floor, his left arm in a hammerlock behind back and Tony bumping his big dick against my husband's ass. Carl was defeated but still hard and maybe as surprised as I was when Tony reached around and began stroking his cock with his free right hand. "You lost Carl now I can finish kicking your ass or you can admit defeat and I'll get you off" said Tony with his face next to my husband's ear.

Carl didn't seem to want admit defeat but was obviously enjoying the hand job. "Oh come on Carl even if you're a loser I'll get you off, then it will all be over and I can fuck Chris like she needs it. Don't you want to get off before your wife gets fucked silly Carl, you bitch?"

Well I could see Carl tearing up, humiliated that he lost to a smaller opponent and was now getting jerked off by him and he said, :Yes I want to get off."

This was what Tony wanted to hear now he said, "That's nice Carl let me hear you beg to get off you bitch."

Carl paused as did Tony with his hand on Carl's cock and Carl quickly said, "Please get me off I'll do anything."

Tony continued to bump his big dick against Carl's ass and said, "Sure Carl since you'll do anything I'll get you off and you're my bitch right Carl?"

Tony just held Carl's cock until my husband finally said, "Yes Tony I'm your bitch." Then Tony jerked Carl's cock until he shot his load.

Carl sighed and relaxed as Tony released his hold on my husband's arm and pushed him to the floor on his back. Tony then quickly straddled Carl and sat on his chest and tapping his big dick on my husband's chin said, "OK Carl now that you're my bitch suck it." Carl looked a little scared but knowing full well his wife could kick his ass anytime and this younger guy with a bigger dick had beaten him and made him beg to get jerked off and was going to be fucking his wife he was broken and he did say he would do anything so my husband opened his mouth wide and Tony pushed the head of his monster cock between Carl's lips.

I knew this was a first for Carl and he was working at just sucking on the head of Tony's big dick. I was standing watching this surprising turn of events, thinking about sucking on that big dick myself and reached down to finger my moistened pussy.

With the head of Tony's cock in his mouth Carl was pumping the shaft with his right hand and Tony shot his load. Carl did his best to swallow the entire load but some dribred down his chin. I was so fucking hot I took my hand out of my panties and stood in front of Tony. I reached down to help him up, bent slightly and continued to pull him up onto my shoulder turning to carry him to the bedroom. Perched on my shoulder Tony felt good and as I patted his hot little naked ass I heard him say to Carl, "You can come in and watch if you want, you'll get to see how a man fucks your wife, you might learn something."

I plopped Tony down in the middle of the bed and stepped out of my panties. Tony looked me up and down then darted his tongue out at me in a very enticing manner and I said, "If you're hungry for pussy here comes your dinner." Then I climbed up and over to straddle Tony's hot sweaty little body and eased my already wet pussy onto his face.

And damn that boy can munch. He was poking is tongue into my pussy licking deep, teasing my clit, nibbling on my outer lips all while giving my fat butt a vigorous two handed massage. He does like the big fat butt which makes him all the more my kind of guy. I was surprised I didn't break him because I came and was really bouncing on him with a lot of weight but Tony was man enough to take it.

Finally I was feeling good but wanted to get in on some action too so I raised up and spun around into a 69 position. Once I was set Tony didn't seem to mind me being on top of him as he resumed lapping away at my pussy and I got an oral introduction to his big dick which was almost full hard. With a firm grasp of the shaft with one hand I took the head of that monster into my mouth. As I worked, and it is the biggest cock I've ever had, I was able to slide about half of it between my lips and that was an awesome feeling.

Finally I was doing me best sword swallowing taking about nine inches down my throat and pretty proud of myself for my first time sucking that big of a cock. But I was plenty wet from Tony's muff diving and I wanted to get stuffed with Tony's log. I rolled off of Tony and he looked a little flushed from being under my 225 pounds but he was smiling. I laid down and spread my legs wide, it didn't take a second for Tony to scramble to his knees between my thighs.

I had to gasp for breath as Tony poked the head of that monster dick past my pussy lips and probably halfway in on the first stroke but since I was so wet it went in easy. Tony took his time pushing in and out enjoying the cushion he had to push on. When he was pumping about 8 inches in and out with every stroke I braced my feet and humped my fat butt off the bed at him. Now we were getting going and Tony picked up his pace. It didn't take long before his flat stomach was smacking against my rounded belly and I was getting porked with the full 11 inches. Fuck it was glorious.

Tony pistoned in and out with that big cock practically bouncing off my body so I wrapped my legs around him, he pushed that dick deep into me and I squeezed him tight until he shot his load and fell forward into my arms. We hugged and kissed rolling over each other laughing and just having a great time. I love the feeling of holding a smaller man in my arms and legs and squeezing him into my body and Tony sure loves being engulfed all around by a big woman and playing with whatever parts he can get his hands on.

All that tight and close action was to my liking and it wasn't long before I could feel something long and stiff rubbing against my belly so I knew Tony was into it too. I rolled Tony onto his back and took his stiffening cock in my hands. It was a sweet feeling as Tony's choice hunk of meat throbbed and got hard in my hands and I was squeezing and pumping it with both hands, fuck a huge dick if fun to play with.

Well it was fun playing with that flag pole with my hands but to properly and thoroughly enjoy it I knew where I needed it. I straddled Tony's legs then moved forward and raised myself up high enough to aim the head at my pussy. As Tony stroked my thighs I took a deep breath and lowered myself onto his pole. I was going to take it slow but I was still so wet and stretched from just a few minutes before I quickly was taking half of it in me. As I moved up and down feeling well fucked in places never known before I lost control and in no time was smacking my sweaty ass on Tony's thighs and getting the full length of that monster up my snatch.

Tony had a fat tit in each hand as I rode his cock to my own pleasure. Finally I just settled down on top of Tony with his cock buried to the balls in my pussy and rocked back and forth. He was gently humping his ass up off the bed at me, he couldn't move much with me on top of him but it was just that little more pleasure.

Finally I was getting tired but being stuffed with a big fat dick it was a good tired so when Tony shot his load I raised myself up off his cock and just leaned forward laying on top of him. He didn't seem to mind being buried under me as started sucking on my tits.

The absolute best thing about a sweet young stud is he doesn't need a lot of rest time before he can get it up again. I made my way down to Tony's cock and held it my hand while I licked and sucked on his balls which oh boy does he like. In no time Tony's cock was hard and throbbing in my hand and something came to my mind. I kissed Tony, squeezed his cock and said, "Tit fuck time."

He got a big grin on his face and replied, "Oh baby that's super because you've sure got the tits for it."

Still holding his huge dick I replied, "And there's enough here to do the job."

I laid down on my back and Tony climbed up and straddled my stomach. After Tony rubbed some lubricant between my tits and on his cock I grabbed his ass and pulled him forward, his cock slipping between my tits. As Tony leaned forward to hold onto the headboard I squeezed my tits together with both hands and he slid his cock back and forth. It felt great and I almost laughed because when the head of Tony's fat cock poked out from between my tits it looked like a turtle poking its' head out of it's shell.

It was so much fun I probably could have enjoyed my first tit fuck for hours but boy when you're a horny woman with a wet pussy and an eager young buck with a big dick you just want to get fucked. So I said, "This is fabulous but let's get back to the action."

As Tony climbed off of me and I rolled over and got up on my hands and knees. He climbed up on top of me, sitting on my big butt and massaged my back and shoulders. Oh what a sweet young man to know how to treat a woman in between fucking her brains out, what a pleasure. I was so relaxed as Tony kissed the back of my neck and felt even better when I could feel his stiff dick rubbing against my back.

I sighed and said, "I think it's doggy style time big boy."

Tony squeezed my ass and replied, "It's fun to climb on and ride the big ones."

That sounded good to me so I raised myself up and Tony slid off behind me. "Make sure you hit the right hole back there, I have no desire to have my nice big butt busted in two."

Tony rubbed one wide cheek and kissed the other before saying, "Don't worry I love the meat of your fine fat butt not the hole." And with that he slipped his cock in my pussy and went right to fucking me good.

I was beside myself with pleasure as Tony was quickly smacking his belly against my big butt pumping his cock the full length in my pussy. It was a glorious feeling to get stuffed with a fat cock and I knew how lucky I was to have a horny young man who could get it up so quickly after my ass. Finally Tony held a hip in each hand, pushed his cock to the balls into me and shot his load.

Tony pulled his cock from my pussy and I fell flat on my stomach. He laid on my back and we dozed off for a few hours. When we woke he was hard and I was more than ready to roll onto my back and fuck him one more time.

I saw Tony regularly after that, with no objection from Carl and it was just the start of my new adventures.

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Dangerous Obsession

Saturday mornings had been our grocery day for years. Like a good husband I patiently navigate the shopping cart, waiting for Doris to make her selections. She always has questions for the stock boys about their schoolwork, grades and teasing them good naturedly about girl friends.

They usually humor her, treating like a favorite aunt. Although I have noticed some of them taking long leering looks her curvaceous five foot ten figure from a distance. She has gained about twenty pounds since our wedding day but in all the right places.

Those long stealthy glances always make me chuckle, pride of ownership I suppose. Most boys that age fantasize about older women and there's nothing wrong with that Doris of course does not see it that way and I never mention it; to her they're just nice young boys being friendly.

Whenever a new boy arrived, it never takes her long to reach beyond the nametag and ferret out all his business: what school, what grades, future plans, girl friends etc.

Everything took a different turn when a boy named Trevor was hired; a more than handsome Latino type, about five foot-six, with curly black hair and brooding dark eyes. It took a couple of Saturdays for Doris to break the ice with this extremely timid boy.

Once they became acquainted however, a strange bond developed between them and Doris began talking about him constantly. She found out through her gossip network that his parents had broken up the previous winter and simply left the city. He had been taken in temporarily by an older sister who didn't really have the financial means to support him; therefore he worked part time in the store. He was eighteen in his last high school year for the second time due to his parent's constant battles.

With no youngren of our own, me in my fifties and Doris in her mid forties; adoption had never been considered, mostly because of our careers. Now, due to downsizing we had both accepted severance packages. I had plenty of hobbies around the house but Doris was restless and now she came up with the insane idea that we should open our home to this young man. She wanted to give him a good home until he finished school and could look after himself. I told her that it was a crazy idea, he was not our responsibility.

But when Doris gets something into her head and assumes that far away trance-like look in her eyes; heaven and earth better move, or else...

She visited the sister - how she found the address was a mystery to me. To a single lady of two tiny tots in a one-bedroom apartment, my wife appeared as an angel from above. Strangely the woman did not see a problem with her kid brother going to live with total strangers.

Doris picked him up two days later and had him settled in one of our guest rooms. Trevor was polite and quiet and didn't seem at all phased by his new situation. Among his few possessions was a computer and he asked Doris if we had an Internet connection. We had never entered the cyber age ourselves but Doris immediately sent me out to arrange for a hookup. How else, would the boy do his homework she argued?

Once connected he rarely came out of his room. Doris fussed over him at meal times, wanting to know whether he wanted this or that to eat and then gradually changed our usual diet accordingly. After twenty-five years of marriage with no one else in the house I began to feel like a fifth wheel.

Doris could think of nothing else but her dear boy Trevor. She even began to great him with a hug when he came home which seemed peculiar to me; after all he was a star border not a relative but Trevor ate it all up. Those hugs gradually became lengthy mutual squeezes; I reamistered that he was lonely for the affection of a close knit family.

Her appearance changed as well, always a neat and well dressed woman but usually wearing loose fitting clothing around the house; although she didn't own a pair of jeans or other casual. Now I noticed a little more makeup, hair more immaculate, closer fitting shorter dresses or skirts accentuating and revealing her hourglass figure, particularly the form and cleavage of her generous bosom. If I didn't know better she was becoming more than infatuated with the boy and perhaps innocently leading him on.

I became envious, almost resentful of him, and Doris eventually became jealous of the computer, where he was spending more and more time.

One afternoon, after she'd been snooping in his room; she rushed down to my workshop with a crumpled towel. "What is the boy doing with this" she blustered. "Look, there are hard patches all over making it sick together" I chuckled at her, shaking my head.

"He's been playing with himself dear. He's a teenager; it's natural at that age. Put it in the wash and don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it! Masturbation involves sinful sexual fantasies! You know that is wicked behavior! We must talk to him about it. He shouldn't be doing that; it's harmful and unnatural. Do you think he's looking at those awful ladies on that web thing?"

"He's a teen, they gets urges; it's better than him getting some young girl in trouble."

"Sandy I'm surprised at you. I'm going to talk to him when he gets home from school." I shook my head again but didn't argue with her, thinking that maybe the boy would be embarrassed enough to leave.

I was shocked that night when she very delicately told him about it after we ate. He wasn't embarrassed at all but strangely, almost pleased she brought it up.

"It's impossible for me not to do it ma'am ... Mrs. Cooper. I get these feelings and it drives me crazy. If I don't ... I get terrible head aches." He spoke in a pained voice looking, for all the world like a sick puppy. That was a new twist on that old headache standard that I'd never heard before.

"Oh you poor boy," Doris reached across the table taking his hand in both of hers, her fingers gently padding his hand and stroking his wrist. "Oh Trevor my dear boy what can we do to help?" He just shook his head, shrugging his shoulders and looked back at her with an actual tear running down his cheek.

"It's impossible for me not to do it Doris." That startled me, up until now it had been Mrs. Cooper or ma'am. "Oh Doris, the head aches they're terrible."

"But Trevor there must be some way to make you well; we'll do anything to help you. Won't we Sandy? I nodded, feigning sympathy, knowing full well as a man that there was no cure for his problem that we could help him with

"Well Doris ... well there is something but ... but no, that's impossible!"

"Oh Trevor, dear boy, nothing is impossible; isn't that so Sandy?" I nodded again thinking that maybe he would ask us to pay for a whore. That would get Doris going, with her religious hang-ups.

"OK, but I know you'll be angry with me."

"Oh Trevor dear I could never feel that way about you." He looked straight at her with those big dreamy eyes. Then he lowered his head hunching his shoulders. "Trevor dear please tell me, you can tell Doris anything, you know that." He looked up at her again and then spoke in a halting pitiful voice.

"Maybe ... you could have ... sex with me. You know, show ... me how." My mouth fell open. Never in a million year did I expect to hear that but never in an even longer span of time did I think my puritanical wife would say what she did.

"Oh Trevor my dear boy, I'll do anything for you but are you sure; after all I'm not a desirable and slender young woman anymore."

"Oh but you're beautiful and shapely ... with nice big ... I mean... "he stared intensely at her breasts and then turned his head. "I ... I think about you when I ... when I, you know?" I was in shock. My straight-laced wife, who had never let me get beyond the missionary position or had to my knowledge never experienced an orgasm, was agreeing to commit adultery and with a boy at that. Well, he was eighteen but ... I sat at the end of the table, staring at both of them in turn while she continued to caress his hand.

I got up and yelled at both of them, "Over my dead body! You're not going to have sex with my wife! Get out of my house" He jumped up, looking scared out of his wits and ran up to his room.

Doris stared at me with eyes that could *******. "You scared that dear boy; how could you!" She was screaming on top of her lungs. "Shame on you, now go up there and apologize to him, right now!" I'd never heard my wife scream before; her permisterality had suddenly been transformed, in a 'Dr. Jekyll and Mister Hyde' scenario

"Doris have you lost you mind. We're married, how many times have you told me that marriage is sacred and adultery is a grave sin?"

"Yes it is adultery Sandy, but this boy needs my help. I wouldn't be doing it behind you back, so I'm not cheating. That makes it all right I'm sure of that. Now, we're both going up there and you will apologize to that dear boy." She rose and marched to the stairs. She stopped at five or six steps and turned gesturing with her hands, her eyes burning fire and brimstone. "Come on! The boy is suffering, probably crying and it's your fault!" I got up feeling and walking like a zombie following her, up the stairs to his door. She knocked on it. "Can we come in Trevor please? Sandy wants to apologize."

"No, go away! I'm going to ******* myself!" First the headache ruse I thought and now suicide; this boy is cunningly clever.

"See, what you done to the boy. Now get in there and say sorry!" She opened the door slightly and peered in. He was on the bed curled up in the *** position crying. Doris looked at me hard. "Now we're going in and you will apologize you hear!"

I pinched myself to make sure that I was awake. This was more than unbelievable; it was surreal, this couldn't be happening. My wife an intelligent woman, university graduate, former manager of a large branch bank, was being bamboozled by a horny teen. She opened the door fully and sat down on the edge of the bed stroking his curly hair. I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. My whole being was frozen in disbelief as I watched her comforting him.

"Now Trevor you stop crying, everything is going to be alright. Doris will look after all your needs and Sandy will say he's sorry for being so rude to my sweet boy. There now, you can stop crying, sit up and let Doris put her arms around you. " He sat up, swinging his feet down on the floor and she drew his face into her neck with one arm while patting his cheek and stroking his hair. She kissed his forehead and then lifted his chin with her fingers giving him an adoring look. "Give Doris a nice kiss now Trevor that comes first doesn't it." He nodded and they kissed gingerly but warmly. "There that's better isn't it dear?" He nodded again and then looked my way with a fearful expression.

"But Doris ... your husband; he's very angry with me." She drew his face into her neck again and stared at me accusingly, her lips moving. I was beginning to think that the boy was an alien from another planet. Nothing on earth would have made my wife act like this. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her yes flashed thunder and lightning, while her lips, which had never before let out an expletive, swore at me silently.

I heard my self, say that I was sorry and his tearful face turned my way. You mean that sir, I ... You let me do ... it with, your ... your wife?" My head nodded; again I was positive now that he was an alien, somehow controlling our minds.

"There that's better Sandy; I knew you would come to your senses. Now go downstairs and I will look after Trevor's needs." I turned to go as he whispered something in her ear. "You are so right dear Trevor, he should stay and watch. You tell him why yourself dear Trevor."

"Sir I ... I don't think it would be fair to have sex with your wife behind your back. Please stay?" Doris pointed sternly at a chair by the computer and then proceeded to undress the boy. I sat down like a robot and watched her undressing him completely. His cock was hard as a rock and it began to throb when Doris undressed herself, exposing her rubenesque body. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened with excitement as he drank in her amble curves. She embraced him drawing his face into her cleavage...

"Oh Trevor," she said and then let him go looking down at her thighs. "What happened?"

"I'm sorry Doris, I did it already." She looked at me.

"Well Sandy, make yourself useful get a towel, it's all down my legs!" I got up and rushed to the bathroom not believing what I was doing. I was now a towel boy for my wife's boy toy. They were kissing passionately, when I returned and I just stood there like the proverbial pillar of salt. He was fondling her heavy hangers and Doris just looked at me nodding at her thighs as she turned her lower body away from Trevor. In other words I had to clean Trevor's cum of her body. I got on my knees and wiped the gobs off her thighs and feet and then returned to my seat.

"Now Trevor the first thing you have to learn is that a woman must be prepared for sex, or penetration can be very painful. You don't want to hurt Doris; do you Trevor?"

He shook his head. She took his hand placing it in her vagina. "There you must finger it gently until it becomes moist. That's good just finger everything, oh that feels good Trevor oh you're so gentle." She kissed him again as he explored her bush. "There that's it Trevor my dear you found the spot. Gently now work you finger in there. Good oooh, good Trevor. I think I'm ready now" He began to shake. "Don't be afraid Trevor Doris will be gentle and guide you." I shook my head mentally; he wasn't afraid just aroused and excited knowing where his cock was going.

Doris got down on the bed spreading her thick thighs invitingly and reached for her stripling. He got on top of her and she held his penis to her vagina. He pushed it in, groaning with pleasure and shot his second load almost immediately. "There Trevor dear wasn't that better? You feel better now? Maybe tomorrow we can do it again."

He squeezed her tight and then lifted one of her breasts so he could suck on the nipple near her neck. She rubbed his curly hair encouraging him to continue. She had never understood my fascination with her mammary glands and had many times told me to stop that nonsense. "Oh Doris," he panted. I need more or I'll get a headache. Please let me do it some more now? Can I, please?"

"Of course Trevor as much as you need. Doris is here to help you with your problem." She kissed his forehead and he continued to suck her nipple while bouncing his ass. In about a minute he came again and then he rested for a minute or two asking her to please do it some more. About twenty minutes later he came for the fifth time and then rolled of her completely drained.

Doris waved me over with the towel and spread her thighs while stroking and kissing her boy toy. I stood there with the towel and she looked at me as if I was a dummy. "Well wipe my vagina can't you see I'm busy with Trevor." I did as she asked while she continued to fuss over him, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. I stood up when finished and walked back to my chair.

"Oh Sandy, wipe my penis; it's kind of wet." I stopped in my tracks; it was Sandy now, not sir. I stared at him in disbelief, well why not I had agreed for him to screw my wife. He brought one hand to his forehead and moaned.

"Sandy! Clean the boy that's the least you can do. You're giving him a headache." Touching a penis other than my own was the last thing in the world on my list of things to do but I did it rather that have Doris scream at me. You can go now dear, I want to have a few minute alone with Trevor." I went downstairs, walking in a trance, still carrying the towel, trying to make sense of an unbelievable situation. I rarely did the dishes unless Doris was busy but this time I did them, forgetting about the dishwasher without even knowing what I was doing. After finishing I sat down and turned on the TV until Doris came down.

"He's arelax now," she said sweetly. "Oh I know what you're going to say Sandy. I have committed adultery but I know heaven will forgive me. Sometimes sins can be forgiven if there is a higher purpose and I am saving Trevor from a life time of self use." She smiled at me and picked up her knitting.

"What about us now Doris we haven't done any thing for a couple of weeks now."

"Oh, is that all you can think about Sandy; Trevor needs me right now. Maybe in a week or so after he is cured we can think about that again." I didn't say any more, she had become totally irrational. The more sex that boy got the more he'd want. I got up and headed down to my workshop, trying to find peace of mind with my carvings.

"Sandy," it was Doris on the intercom. I looked at the clock I'd been here for more then two hours. "Come up here right now." She sounded upset, maybe the boy was leaving. That would be wishful thinking on my part, why should he leave a woman who was that easy. "I want you in Trevor's bedroom, hurry." They were both naked when I arrived.

"What took you long Sandy, the boy is getting a headache?"

"The little bastard" I thought. "He screwing my wife and I've been put on hold." They got on the bed and this time he came three times. I did my thing with the towel and then turned to leave.

"Oh Sandy, I just want to thank you for being so understanding about your wife helping me out." I turned and stared as he hugged and relished my wife...

"Well, Trevor I wouldn't mind getting a little myself." I turned to leave again.

"Sandy, how can you say that to the boy; he's the one with the problem?"

"Oh no Doris," he said. "That is unfair to Sandy; I know how bad I want it so I know how he must feel. I want you to do it with your husband right now."

"Oh Trevor you don't mean that. I must spend all my time curing you of those headaches. My husband can wait." Trevor held his head and moaned pitifully. "What is it dear should we do it again?"

"No, no Doris I feel so bad for Sandy you must do it with him right now."

"Very well my dear, we'll go to our bedroom." She kissed him and got up.

"No Doris I can't stand being without you. You must do it here but I want you to kiss me while he does it."

"But Trevor how? He'll be on top of me."

"No he won't, you stand on the floor and bend over me." She actually followed his suggestion or by the tone of his voice, his order. I wasn't long getting my pants down and ramming her doggie style, while they necked.

I had never been allowed to mount her this way before and it was like a completely different vagina. Her ass was churning as if she enjoyed it. Her excitement was obviously for him but I was getting the benefit. I held out as long as I could but finally succumbed to the inevitable and blew my load groaning with satisfaction. I pulled out and got up finding the towel to wipe my cock. He was already penetrating her in another position she had never experienced, with her on top. "Oh but Trevor," she said. I'm too heavy for you this way."

"Shut up and fuck, woman. I'll tell you if I don't like it." I stared at him in disbelief and waited for her reply.

"Sorry Trevor dear, I'm really sorry." He pulled her head down kissing her.

"Alright then woman, I forgive you but move your ass faster." He looked my way; "you can go now Sandy. I'll call if you're needed." I got up and headed for the door. "What do you say Sandy?" I looked back at him totally confused and Doris mouthed a silent thank you to me.

"Oh thank you Trevor," he nodded at me with a satisfied expression before puckering up his lips for Doris's, while closing his eyes and digging his fingers into her fleshy hips.

I went to the bathroom feeling oddly satisfied, thinking that maybe Trevor would get me more sex and certainly more variety than I ever had before.

He was now the king of the hill. After a few more days he began treating us both like we were his slaves. I found it incredible that Doris didn't catch on. She doted on him constantly, submitting to every sexual demand he made with a religious fervor. This was no longer about curing him from sinning; she was his devoted sex slave.

The next day he was a little late for the school bus because he had decided to screw Doris in the kitchen during breakfast. He had ordered her to be nearly naked whenever he was in the house, a flimsy short housecoat or chemise but no bra or panties. He had her leaning over the table banging her doggie style. "Listen Sandy," he said while stroking her. "I'm going to be late for the bus; get the car ready." I was sitting still eating my cereal watching them, my towel at the ready.

"Do as Trevor says now Sandy, ooh, ooh that feels good Trevor." I left and got the car out of the garage, he got in five minutes later. When we got to the school he told me to pick him up for the lunch break. I didn't dare incur Doris's wrath by arguing with him and told Doris when I got home.

"Oh yes dear he did say he was getting head aches in the cafeteria yesterday. It's probably better if I look after him at home. I don't think the food is that healthy there either?" I descended to my carvings; reamistering with Doris at this point was fruitless.

An hour later I got a call on the intercom. She wanted me in the bedroom immediately. When I entered she was on the bed naked on all fours.

"Get undressed Sandy, don't just stand there I got things to do." I didn't have to be told twice and soon had my pants off.

"Couldn't we do it the regular way dear? I would like that better."

"No Sandy, Trevor want you to do it with me once today while he's in school and this is the only way you are allowed to have me."

"OK dear but how would he know?"

"Sandy! Have you ever known me to be a liar? I am trying to help the dear boy and he is being very nice to you, letting you have sex much more often than is reamisterable. Now get on with it dear, I told you I have other things to do!

Trying to help him my foot but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth I got on with it, trying deliberately to take my time but she began to wiggle her ass, while panting and moaning like she was really horny. This was incredible I grasped her by those full shapely hips, relished this view of her chunky ass and that small waist. It didn't take long for me to blow my load. "That was very nice dear I like the way you moved your rear end."

"Comments are unnecessary Sandy, there is a wet towel in the en-suit ... Get it and clean my vagina. Trevor wants you to do that and he's the one who told me to move my body like that when we have intercourse. So when he asks, you can tell that I performed the way he told me to."

I got the towel and carried out Trevor's orders. Maybe this boy was a godsend after all. She got up and dressed herself looking at the clock. "I want you to help me prepare Trevor's lunch."

I picked him up at the appointed time and he asked me if I was satisfied with Doris's performance that morning. I actually thanked him saying that I was very satisfied. He apologized about the doggie position but he just couldn't cope with it in any other manner the way his head aches came and went. I told him that I understood fully and that I appreciated him being so thoughtful.

He ate his lunch with Doris hovering over him and then screwed her three times before I drove him back to school. Before he got out of the car, he told me that Doris would need sex at around two o'clock. I thanked him again and he apologized again for it just being doggie style. He just couldn't cope with us doing it face to face and told me not to kiss her or touch her breasts.

When I was called to the bedroom that afternoon, I said yes dear and she got undressed and leaned over the bed wiggling her ass invitingly. She didn't want to do it on the bed because it was done. I dropped my pants and screwed my wife for the second time in one day. That was a first for our marriage.

That night after I had sat and watched them screw three times, he turned on the computer and showed us a video of a couple having oral sex. Doris was horrified and I thought that she would finally kick him out of the house.

"But Trevor my dear you shouldn't watch such things, people don't really do that, they're actors not people loving each other it's not real life on there." He covered his head with his hands and shook spasmodically. "Oh Trevor I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that but it is a terrible sin to do oral things like that." He got up and threw himself on the bed weeping. She got down next to him kissing and caressing his face. "Alright Trevor I'll try to do it, please stop crying." He sat up with a determined look on his face.

"Doris lie on you back and spread your thighs. Take hold of your legs and bring your knees up as far as you can." Her crotch was now wide open at the edge of the bed. He leaned over her kissing her and then looked at me. Sandy, get over here and eat out your wife's cunt!" He pointed at the floor in front of her crotch.

A life long dream, something I had never had the nerve to dream about, let alone ask for. All there was missing now was a blow-job. "That darling boy;" I thought. My mouth met her labia and my tongue explored every little crevice, then finding her hole I licked her insides. She screamed at that point, muffled I knew by Trevor's kisses. Her legs embraced me gently at first. Then her heels began pounding my back in time with her moaning. When she slowed Trevor sat up and ordered me to sit next to him. I couldn't believe it my sterile wife had actually reached a climax.

"Doris, get on your knees and suck your husband's cock."

"But Trevor my dear Trevor," she sat up next to him her eyes pleading for mercy. "A lady doesn't do that kind of thing." His face became strained and one hand moved to his forehead.

"Why are you doing this to me Doris, I can't stand it." He was near tears again.

"Alright Trevor ... I ... I will try," she swallowed and took several deep breaths. "I will do anything for you my dear you know that." She moved off the bed and slowly got on her knees between my knees. My cock now resemred an iron rod, my knob swollen to twice its normal size; I had never been so turned on ever. She was extremely upset her body trembling; somehow that made it even more exciting for me.

He reached a hand to the back of her head and moved it closer to my knob. "Open your mouth now Doris." She obeyed staring at it, like a monster ready to gobble her up. "Come on now Doris this is very important for my well being." She made eye contact with him with a pathetic half smile.

Alright Trevor, alright I'll do whatever you need to get better."

"Good Doris, now take it in one hand and finger his balls like the woman in the video." I was so turned by all this that I had to fight not to blow my load right away. She did as he said and then looked at him again as if waiting for instructions. "Give it a nice kiss now," she closed her eyes, swallowing while taking a deep breath and then kissed my knob lightly. "Now play your tongue around it just like the woman did." Again she followed his instructions but gingerly. "Doris if you can't be serious about this, I'm going to pack my bags and leave this house!" Suddenly she became a blow-job professional, gobbling up my cock, jerking the shaft, tickling my balls and sucking while rocking her head back and forth like there was no tomorrow.

I strained hard to make it last but to no avail. I exploded like never before in my life, filling her mouth, gagging her. "Swallow it Doris," he ordered harshly. She looked up at him with tearful eyes; desperately trying not to gag and then after making several swallowing motions managed to get some of it down. "Suck it some more, there's still some there." She obediently put my knob in her mouth and sucked. "Stroke it out with your hand." Again she followed his order and drained me completely.

She looked up at him smiling almost proudly. "Does my dear Trevor feel better now?"

He looked at her hard and pointed at his penis. "I'll let you know as soon as I blow my load in your fuck'n mouth." She moved quickly and eagerly began to suck him. She had never cursed in her life and hated people who did but she didn't complain It didn't take him long to blow his load partly in her mouth and partly all over her face. "All right Doris what did that women do with those gobs on her face?"

"She wiped the semen of her face with a finger and swallowed it, Trevor."

"Well, get on with it slut; you can fuck off now Sandy," he snapped as he drew her head onto his cock to suck the last drops.

I got up and left, remembering to thank him and this time I meant it from the bottom of my heart.

I was in our bedroom ready to go to bed when they came in and entered the bathroom where I watched Doris wash Trevor in the shower stall. After she washed herself and dried him and herself they came back in the bedroom where I was just getting under the covers. "Oh Sandy," Trevor said in a distant manner. "You will relax in the other guest bedroom until further notice. I feel more comfortable in here." I got up as they crawled under the covers. "And Sandy, shut off the lights when you go but leave the doors open, in case I should need your services. Oh, and you will refer to me as Sir from now on, is that clear?"

"Oh yes Sir, Thank you sir. Good night sir"

"Good night Sandy." I would have called him my lord and master or god if he'd asked. I'd had my wife's pussy twice in one day; I eat her pussy and then came in her mouth. I was in heaven, even though I had to relax alone. I got in to bed and was reflecting on the today's developments, when he called me again. I hurried to their bedroom. "I forgot Sandy I'll have breakfast in bed at seven thirty. See to it that you're on time. You're dismissed."

"Yes sir, seven thirty on the dot. Thank you so much sir."