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How I Became Sissy Willow


Fern and I had been married for three years. Our sex life had become bland, routine, and, frankly, I preferred masturbation to the work it took to cum by intercourse. I was pretty sure that Fern felt that way, too. You see, my cock is, at best, 5 inches. My touch, or my tongue, on her clit seemed to be much better received than my cock inside her.

I've always been a cross dresser. I can remember being in first grade and wearing my older sister's clothes and pretending I was on a date with a boy. Before we married I told Fern about this. She treated it as something that would go away once we were married, and never mentioned it again, no matter how often I referred to it.

Then in June things changed dramatically. I'd kept some magazines showing cross dressers, and jerked off with them. I always hid them, until one day when I forgot, and left one on the floor next to our bed. It showed a cross dresser serving a couple, being humiliated and ******** by them. The man in the pictures had a huge cock, at least 10 inches. Fern found the magazine while I was at work, and when I came home she was reading it while sitting in the chair next to our bed.

"You fucking sissy!" she said as I came into the room. " I thought you just fantasized about this, I didn't realize you actually did it!"

"But Fern, dear," I said, "that's all I do. Sure, I like looking at these pictures, but I haven't done anything yet."

"Yet?" Fern smiled, and I knew I was in trouble. "Yet? So you admit you want to do this, and might, if the opportunity arose?"

"No, dear," I said. "I would never be unfaithful to you, with a man or a woman!"

"Well, how about if I was part of the process changing you into a sissy, then it wouldn't be unfaithful, would it? And you would like that, wouldn't you?"

I was confused. What was she proposing? Was she teasing me, or did she have some odd plan in mind? The few moments I took to reply gave her the opening she wanted, and she ran with it.

"Strip. Now!" she said.

I did as she said. In five seconds I was standing naked in front of her. Then she took off her outer clothes, standing in the black slip she knew I loved, to see and, in secret, to wear. My cock got hard from seeing her, and in anticipation of what was to come.

She grabbed my cock and squeezed it so hard I almost fell to my knees. "Yes, dear, I know you like to wear this slip.. Well, today you will wear much more than this."

She threw back the sheets on our bed, and there was an entire feminine outfit. First she handed me a pair of pink panties. "Put these on, sissy. Actually you need a sissy name. I will call you willow. I will explain why later. Put the panties on now, willow, and then the bra."

The bra was also pink, and very padded in the cups. I put it on backwards, so I could clasp it in the front. Fern smiled. "I see you've done this before." I blushed. Of course, she was right.

Once I was in bra and panties Fern came close, and caressed my cock through the panties. I almost came at her first touch. As I panted she drew back. "No, willow, you will not cum at my touch today. I have bigger plans." She stressed the word "bigger."

Then she gave me a pink slip. It was the same fashion as the black one I loved so much. I almost came putting it on. Fern smiled at the look on my face.

"Yes, dear, I know. It took me a while to understand, but now I know how you feel." Then Fern gave me a sundress. It was floral, and it swirled as I put it on.

I was in heaven; or I would have been, except I was still so confused as to what Fern was doing. Why had she bought these clothes? (I knew her wardrobe, and neither the dress nor the lingerie were part of her collection)

She then gave me some high heeled shoes and told me to put them on. As I bent over to do so Fern yelled "Hey sissy!" I looked up to see our video camera in her hands, aimed at me. "I see you looked up when I called you sissy. Now look at the camera and say "I am a sissy!"

I looked at the camera and, in a quiet voice said "I am a sissy." This wasn't good enough.

"No dear," said Fern, "say it like you're proud of it."

"I am a sissy!" I said loudly.

"Play with your little cock in your panties, and tell the camera how much you

want a real cock."

"But Fern ..." I started to protest. She slapped me across the face, without losing the focus of the camera. "Do as I say, sissy, or your family gets the tape I've shot so far!"

I was confused. Why was she so demeaning when she had brought me to this point? But I couldn't risk her carrying through on her threat. I looked at the camera and, as I played with my cock, said "I really, really want a cock to suck."

"Good, willow. Now I have you on tape, and if you do not do as I say your family and your coworkers will soon have a copy."

Now I was getting scared. Where was she going with this?

"Now that I have you on tape, looking like you, it is time to make you look like a real girl." She then took a blond wig out of a box and held it up. It was made with long, full curls. She put it on me, and turned me to the mirror above our dresser. I looked, and was stunned. Looking back at me was a pretty girl in a floral dress with long blond curls. The padding in the bra made my dress stand out in just the right way.

I stood there for a few seconds, long enough for Fern to grab my hands and pull them back. The next thing I knew my hands were in cuffs behind my back. I started to protest, but Fern slapped me across the face so hard I started to cry.

"Yes, willow, cry, you little sissy. But before this night is over you'll be crying in both pleasure and pain."

Fern took the handcuffs, and pulled me back to a straight backed chair in the corner of our room. She pulled my cuffed hands over the back of the chair and sat me down hard.

Now willow, you will see the "dark" side of your fantasy! Jason, you can come out now! Then out of the bathroom adjoining our bedroom came Jason. Jason was a friend of ours, a back stage director of our local theater. And he came out with a huge smile on his face. "Hello, willow," he said. He was wearing just a pair of burgundy bikini briefs. Through them I could see the outline of a huge cock.

Fern went to Jason and kissed him, and rubbed a leg up and down his front. He kissed her back and fondled her breasts. I started to protest, and they both laughed at me. "Silly willow, Jason and I have been lovers for a year now. What you see is nothing new!" Fern told me. I was stunned, and stared at them with my mouth wide open.

"Yes, dear, open that mouth. It will be filled soon," laughed Fern. "Did you really think that you could please me? God, no! Now you see what it takes to really please a woman!" She caressed Jason's cock as she said this.

"When I found that magazine this morning I knew that it was time we stopped the charade. I was pretending to be happy with your love making, and you pretended to be a man! Now you and I will set the record straight. I need Jason's cock, and so do you!"

I must admit that my own little cock was quite hard. I had occasionally thought about being a lover to Jason. And now here it was, the opportunity I'd dreamed of! But these circumstances were hardly what I'd hoped for. Or were they?

Jason moved towards me, placing his crotch in my face. "Suck it willow, suck my cock well."

I started to lick his cock through his briefs. In a few seconds I forgot my circumstances; hands cuffed behind me while I sat in the chair in drag and concentrated only on his magnificent cock. I licked it and sucked through the briefs, and then Fern handed Jason the camera.

"Pull down my briefs, willow, with your teeth." As Jason filmed the episode I did as he told me. I pulled his briefs down with my teeth. Then, without being told to, I took his huge cock into my mouth.

"Oh, yeah, be a good cocksucker, willow! I want this on film. Maybe I'll post this on the internet!"

I took his cock into my mouth. First I licked the head, then I tongued it up and down, up and down. The I just started to take into my mouth, in and out, in and out. Just when I thought he was going to cum in my mouth he pulled out. I knew why he did that, so I begged to be released from the chair. "Please, Fern, let me go. I need Jason's cock in my ass, and he wants it there too!"

Fern uncuffed my hands and laughed. "That, dear willow, is how you came to that name. Like the tree, you also bend so easily!"

I brought my hands forward and rubbed them where the cuffs were. Jason grabbed my hands and pulled me up. Then he pushed my head down.

"Grab your ankles, willow!"

I did, thrusting my ass up. Jason pulled my panties down and split my cheeks. He put the head of his cock against my ass. Without thinking I said "Oh, please, please!" Then he pushed hard, and that monster cock pushed into my ass. I came the second Jason penetrated me!

Jason started thrusting, in and out. I cried with both the pleasure and the pain of the act, as Fern had predicted. I thrust my ass back hard to take as much of Jason's cock as I could. Our flesh slapped together until he grabbed my hips hard, and thrust so hard into me I thought his cock was halfway up my body.

"Oh, ****!," he screamed as he came in my ass, shooting and shooting his sperm into me. I screamed something unintelligible, and had my second orgasm of the evening. We froze like that for a second, then Jason pushed me off him and onto the bed.

I lay there for a minute, still feeling Jason's cock in me, even though it wasn't there any more. I heard Fern gasp, and looked up to see her with her finger on her clit, cumming as she took in the aftermath of Jason's making love to me.

As she slowly calmed down, Fern said "Now the preliminaries are over, and it's time for the entertainment part of our evening!" I shuddered with the sound of her voice. What it seemed to portend scared me. I was to be proven right.

"Now the preliminaries are over, and it's time for the entertainment part of our evening!"

That was what Fern, my wife, said to me as I lay on the bed after I had been fucked by our newly mutual lover, Jason. I was dressed in pink panties, bra and slip, and a floral sundress. A blonde wig with long curls was on my head, completing the transformation.

Fern had found a magazine I'd left on the bedroom floor, showing a transvestite being ******** and humiliated by a couple. Although she had always known I liked to crossdress, she had never paid any attention to that side of me. Now she had had me dress up, and her lover of the last year had fucked my face and ass.

Now, I was not sure what she meant by "entertainment, " and it scared me. My fears turned out to be justified. Fern picked up my magazine she'd found earlier ("Sissy in Peril" was its title). It showed a transvestite being humiliated and ******** by a couple, and Fern had used it as a springboard from which to begin my own ***********, and my ****** acceptance of Jason as her (and my) lover.

"Did you know that there is no video of this magazine?" Fern asked. "That seems a shame! I think we should remedy that! What do you think?"

I hesitated with my reply, and was rewarded with a slap across my face by Fern. She then pulled me off the bed and I lay on the floor on my back. "Your only response to my questions is to be yes. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.


"Oh, there is no need to call me Mistress. Just call me Fern. I think that way your *********** will be clearer. Not by a truly dominant woman will you be put down, but by the woman to whom you were once betrothed, married, and equal. You have fallen, willow, dear, and I don't think you can get up again!"

Fern ordered me up onto my knees and I obeyed. Jason got up from the bed, where he had been laying on his side watching Fern and me with an amused grin on his face. He reached into a gym bag I had not noticed before. He brought out a set of cloth�lined cuffs, about two inches wide, and connected by a chain. He cuffed my ankles together. I instinctively placed my hands behind me, waiting for their bonds. But Fern ordered me to place my hands down at my side.

Fern then picked up the "Sissy in Peril" magazine, and opened it to a page she'd marked with a post�it note. "Ah, yes. I see that the woman gets her ass licked by her sissy slave. I think

that should be the next act in our video."

I hadn't forgotten the earlier scenes Fern had captured on our video camera, and I wasn=t certain I was ready for the next scenes.

Fern bent over a chair, and lifted her beautiful ass up. Jason placed his hands under my arms and pulled me up till my face met Ferns ass. He then returned to activate the video camera pointed at my face.

"Lick it, sissy willow," she ordered. Of course, I did as I was commanded. Licking Fern's ass was one of my favorite activities, one I never got enough of. I put my tongue deep into her ass, and wiggled it in there for a half minute. Then I slowly drew it back, and lapped around her hole. Up and down her crack I went, over and over. Then I licked circles around her hole, clockwise and back again. As she thrust her ass back I began to put my tongue into her hole, in and out, deeper and deeper.


After 15 minutes or so Fern tightened up her thigh muscles and closed her butt cheeks. She screamed with an orgasm.

She turned around, so she was facing forward in the chair. Instinctively I placed my face into her pussy hair, hoping to bring her to another orgasm.

Instead of gaining access, I was pushed away. Fern pushed so hard I was on my back with my cuffed legs bent back under me. Before I could move I felt Fern's foot on my balls. Through my panties her foot threatened to crush my privates.

"Cunt!" she cried, leaning forward and increasing the pressure on my balls. "I did not tell you to lick my pussy. For that you will be punished!"

Fern snapped her fingers, and Jason lifted me to my knees and brought my hands behind my back and cuffed them there. I now knelt on my knees. My ankles were cuffed together, and my hands were cuffed behind me. Then Fern put her hand behind my head and pushed me down,

so my forehead touched the carpet while my ass pointed up.

"In your magazine the sissy gets spanked by a hairbrush over his mistress's knee. I will not place you over my knee. God knows what your little penis would do in contact with my beautiful thighs. But we will apply the hairbrush my sissy willow."

With my head still down I waited in anticipation of the first swat from my wife. When it came it was so hard I instinctively lifted my head up.

"Oh, no, dear willow" my wife said. "You will not lift up during your training. Will you please hold her down, Jason?"

Jason came over and placed his hand on my neck. Roughly, with no affection, he pushed my face down to the floor. He leaned down and whispered : AThis turns me on, dear willow. Take this training, and I might give you more of what you need."


Fern began smacking me with the hair brush. Aided by Jason's grip on my neck and his promise of rewards to come, I accepted 50 strokes with the back of the brush (I counted to myself) with only minor screams, though I was sobbing uncontrollably by the time Fern finished.

To my surprise B and horror B Fern laughed when she was done. "That was not only for your unauthorized lunge at my pussy, dear willow. That was also generally for being a sissy. I love you, dear, but I hate the sissy in you. Yet the sissy is so much a part of you that it will only be that side of you I will see from now on. If it was only hate I felt, you would be my ex�husband, exposed to his family and friends as a sissy. But because I love you, I am willing to use these punishments to exorcize the hate I feel and find a new venue for us to express our love."

I opened my mouth to respond to this curious contradiction, but hesitated because I did not know what to say. Fern simply laughed. She uncuffed my hands and ankles, and pushed me back so I lay flat on the floor. She picked up my magazine, and opened to another page she'd marked with a note. She bent over me, showing me the page she's picked, she laughed and said "I had trouble finding these pages, willow. They were stuck together by your cum!"

The pages showed the transvestite with her cuffed hands behind her, attached to a door knob. But the part of the picture which made me cum so often was that her nipples had clips attached to them, with the clips tied to a chair in front of her. In a succession of pictures the woman in the magazine moved the chair back, stretching the nipples of the poor transvestite.

I opened my mouth again, but this time Fern simply slapped my face. I started to cry with the pain. Fern grabbed my chin and lifted it up. "Yes, my dear, cry now. Soon you will find a reason to cry, but with nobody to hear you."


She looked at Jason and turned her palm upward. Jason seized me, and turned me over on my back. Fern lifted my legs, then brought my hands behind my thighs and recuffed them. I was on my back, with my knees up and my hands cuffed behind them.

Fern then went to Jason. Kissing him, stroking him, rubbing her cunt against his thighs. I looked stunned, I guess. Fern looked at me and laughed. "Poor willow. Are you jealous that I am getting Jason hard?" And hard he was. That huge cock was sticking straight out. Fern reached over and stroked the cock, then Jason started rubbing Fern=s body, with his hands and cock. Ferns purred in pleasure. She again started fingering herself, and I could see her panties were soaked.

She removed her panties, and held them to my nose. I tried to turn my head, but Fern took my chin and turned me to her. "Open up, dear willow! I opened my mouth. Ferns panties were shoved in. The smell was wonderful, but the stretching of my jaw was uncomfortable.

"That should keep you quiet, dear willow. And hard, I guess."Fern reached down to my panties, and, of course, my small cock was hard again.

"Jason, please set up the bucket and hose," Fern said. Jason went into the bathroom connected to our bedroom, and picked up a bucket from the floor.

He tied a clothesline�type rope to the handle and threw it over the door between the two rooms. He walked the rope over to Fern. Fern pointed to her dresser, and Jason brought her a hanger, I recognized it as a skirt hanger, with two clamps on the cross bar. Fern tied the rope from the bucket to the hanger. My eyes must have doubled in size.

Fern noticed my eyes and laughed. "Oh yes, dear willow. I imagine that, as a sissy, you've always wanted real tits with huge nipples. Am I right?" I nodded in silence. "In fact, I bet you've used this hanger on your nipples yourself, haven't you?" I nodded yes. "Well, let us see if we can take that a bit further," Fern laughed.


Fern pulled down my dress and bra so she could reach my nipples. She attached the two clamps on the hanger to my nipples. I screamed into her panties from the pain. Fern simply tugged on the hanger, making the pain worse.

The pain in my nipples was almost unbearable, and my tears flowed freely. Fern ignored them.

"Jason, test the line, please." Jason pushed down on the bucket, and the line over the door pulled mercilessly on the hanger attached so tightly to my nipples. I was sobbing into the panties stuffed in my mouth.

"Now, dear willow," said Fern, "we are going to place a hose into the bucket. The hose will be connected to the faucet in the bathroom sink. As the water slowly goes into the bucket the weight on your nipples will increase. We will see how big your tits can grow."

I shook my head back and forth quickly, hoping Fern wold take my "no" for an answer.

"Oh, don't worry willow. I have allowed for a release before your nipples are ripped off your tits. Maybe."

"I will stop the water the second you cum in your panties. And to help you do so I have a movie for you to watch. Also, I will be stroking your little cock. Up. Then 10 seconds later down. Then 10 seconds later up. I hope that the movie turns you on enough so that you cum soon, for your own sake! Jason please start the movie."


Jason pushed the play button on our DVD player. A movie called "Sissy Self Fuck" started. On the TV was a transvestite dressed in nothing but hose and bra. She had long red hair and enough makeup for a 15 year old girls's pajama party. Her good�sized cock was hard, and bounced as she moved. She was sitting on an easy chair, and in her hand was a huge dildo, a good 15 inches long, and very thick. She took the dildo into her mouth, sucking it like it was a real cock. Then she lowered it to her ass, and started exploring her ass with it.

At that point Jason turned on the water into the bucket. Thankfully, he only turned it on to a slow stream. Still, my nipples started to stretch out, and the pain began. Fern stroked my little cock. Up.

The girl in the video pushed the dildo up her ass. She and I both tightened. My nipples stretched further. Fern stroked me down.

The girl in the video started going up and down on the dildo. The pain in my nipples was burning, and my tits stuck out quite far. Fern stroked me up.

In the video the girl was going up and down, up and down on the dildo, tossing her hair in ecstasy. Fern stroked me down, and I thought my nipples were about to come off.

The girl in the video sat down hard. The dildo B all 15 inches B disappeared into her ass. I couldn't believe she could take it. Fern stroked me up and I came like I'd never cum before.

Fern pulled the rope coming from the direction of the bucket, loosening the pull on the hanger. She untied the rope from the hanger, and Jason let the bucket down to the floor. I sighed in relief.

But rather than gently release the clamps from my nipples, Fern simply pulled the hanger as hard as she could, ripping it from my nipples. I sat up with the pain, but Fern pushed me back down. She pointed to the camera, and Jason turned it off Fern then uncuffed my hands. I lay on my back on the floor, feeling the pain in my nipples, on my ass, and in my jaw, where Fern=s panties still gagged me. I wondered what would be my next ***********.

Fern motioned to Jason, then to the bed. Jason lifted me onto the bed. He kissed my ear, and started licking my neck. Despite my pain, ***********, and earlier orgasms, I quickly got hard again.

"Excellent," said Fern. She had started the camera again, and was focused on the tent in my panties. She then moved the focus to my face.

Jason straddled my chest, and started stroking his cock. He took the panties out of my mouth. I tried to reach his cock with my mouth, but with him on my chest I could not.

"Please, please Jason," I pleaded. "Let me suck it."

Jason ignored me. Fern then came over, and kissed Jason deeply. She stroked his chest all over, chewed on his ear gently, and grabbed his ass hard. Jason stiffened, and came. His sperm landed on my face. Jason laughed, and said "See, I told you I would give what you needed."

Fern came around to my side, facing the camera. She used her fingers to gather Jason's cum. She told me to look at the camera and beg for it. I looked at the camera and pleaded. "Please, please Fern. Let me lick Jason's cum from your fingers."

"Are you my sissy husband?"

"Yes, dear Fern."

"Will you do whatever I want if I give you Jason's cum?"

"Yes, dear Fern."

"Then so be it, willow. Once you were my husband, now you are a sissy slave who will do anything I dictate. And I mean ANYTHING! Is that right, my dear little pantied slave?"

I looked at the camera, knowing that another border had been crossed, but said "Yes, Fern. I am your pantied sissy husband, and I will do anything you ask."

Fern let me lick Jason's cum from her fingers. "Make "yummie" noises for the camera, dear willow!" I did.

Only later did I realize what Fern's definition of "anything" entailed.

I slept on the floor next to the bed that night, still in the lingerie and sundress I'd worn the day before. Fern and Jason, of course, slept together in the bed. As I drifted off to ***** I kept thinking about the events of the evening.

I had been put in women's clothes by my wife, Fern after she found a magazine I forgot to hide. The magazine showed a transvestite being ******** and humiliated by a couple. Fern, who had never shown any interest in my crossdressing had now made it her goal to turn my life into something approaching the pictures in the magazine.

Of course, she also chose that opportunity to introduce me to Jason, her lover of a year. Jason quickly became my lover, and then my tormenter in partnership with Fern.

What bothered me most was that I had promised Fern I would do anything she demanded. And the emphasis she placed on the word Aanything" made me truly worry about what lay ahead in my future. Unfortunately, my worries proved well�founded the next day.

We all woke about the same time in the morning. Fern looked over at me and laughed."What a sight you are today, willow!"

I'm sure I was. My blond wig had fallen off. There was still cum on my face from Jason, and my own cum had soaked through the clothes.

Fern jumped out of bed, and gently kicked me in the rear. Into the bathroom, sissy willow!"

I went to the bathroom, and Fern followed me. I stripped, and Fern handed me a bottle of lotion. "This is a depilatory. Rub it all over your body below your neck, wait 15 minutes, then shower it off. And that includes your dick and balls, too!"


I did as she said. Heck, I'd come this far there was no point in fighting this latest development. I rubbed the lotion on my body. As I did so the unmistakable sound of our bed creaking came from the bedroom. It was clear from the rhythm that Jason and Fern were making love, and rather strenuously at that.

I waited what I thought was 15 minutes before getting on the shower. I must have guessed right, because the shower washed all my body hair away. Here I was, getting my body ready for further feminization, and my wife was fucking her lover in our bed. I still couldn't answer the question in my head; was this what I had wanted in my fantasies? It had already gone much further than I'd ever dreamed, and yet ...

Well, I had no choice now, anyway. The video Jason and Fern had shot thus far ensured my continued cooperation. I washed the hair on my head, turned off the shower, and stepped out to dry off. The bed was still creaking as I dried myself.

I wondered whether I should stay in the bathroom till they were done when I heard Fern yell "Willow ... get ... out ... here!"

I went into the bedroom, and there was Fern, astride Jason, who was on his back thrusting up into her pussy, lifting her entire body as he did. Fern held her palm up to Jason, and he stopped.
Fern pointed to the chair, and said "Put those things on, willow." There was a black longline bra and black panties. The bra came down halfway to my hips. The cups were medium sized, but very well padded. Lace trimmed the top of the cups. Though the panels on the bra were of a lacy material with stemmed flowers raised up from the material, the wide ribs between the lace panels were stiff and strong. Again I put the bra on backwards, but it was so tight I had trouble turning it around.

When the cups rubbed against my nipples I realized how really sore they still were from the last night's *******.

The panties were of very high quality. Heavy material, but very smooth and soft. Lace trimmed the leg holes and waistband.

As I was dressing Fern had moved onto her back on the bed, and Jason was about to mount her in the traditional position. Fern pointed to the dresser. "There on the dresser is a bottle of nail polish I chose just for you. While Jason shows you how a real man fucks a woman, I want you to paint your toe nails."

I went to sit in the chair, but Fern pointed to the floor next to the bed. "I want your face to be at just the same level as we are, so you can get a good look." Of course, she didn't have to add that it was more humiliating to be on the floor than on the chair. The polish was red. A guy would call it fire engine red, but the cosmetics company called in "Fantasy in Red." It was very bright and shiny.

As I sat on the floor Jason started to really pound into Fern. She was thrashing around in pleasure; a sight I had never seen during our lovemaking. It took me 15 minutes to paint my toe nails, and Jason was still going hard. I waited another 10 or so while the polish fully dried, and still he was going strong. Despite my position, I was quite impressed. Then he drove deep into her with one final thrust, and both screamed in unison as they enjoyed a joint orgasm.

Jason gently lowered himself onto his back on the bed. He looked over at me and chuckled. "I guess she liked what she saw, Fern." He pointed to my panties, where my little cock was clearly quite hard. I started to rub it through the panties, and Fern leaped out of the bed and slapped me across the face, knocking me over sideways.

"From now on, willow, you will not touch yourself in that manner unless I say you can. It will not be that often, I assure you. And there will generally be some interesting things going on when it happens. But it only happens when I say so. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Fern." My face stung, and my erection had shrunk from the shock and pain of the slap.

"Now Jason and I are going to shower. While we do so you will change the sheets. Put on the good satin ones. When you are done that, you will squeeze fresh orange juice for us. Is that clear, willow?" Fern asked.

"Yes, dear," I said.

'Hmmm. Should I let you call me dear?" Fern mused aloud."Yes, I think I will. I still love you, after all. And do you still love me, willow?"

I responded that, of course I did, and for some reason added "I would do anything for you."

Fern's smile reminded me of the promise she extracted from me last night. "I think you probably will, but we shall see if you really mean it."

Fern turned to Jason. "Should willow call you dear, as well?"

Jason thought for a few seconds. "No. Not yet. I don't think one fucking and a blow job quite add up to her calling me dear. We'll see what the future brings." Jason and Fern smiled at each other. I did not like those smiles.


As Fern and Jason showered - giggling and gasping all the time - I removed the old sheets and took them to the laundry room, placing them in the washer and starting it. I then made the bed with the satin sheets. These were our special sheets, reserved for (what I had thought) were our special nights in bed. Now I was setting them on the bed for my wife to enjoy with her lover.

I then went downstairs to squeeze the orange juice. When I returned, Jason was wearing jeans and a rugby shirt. Fern was similarly dressed, with a slightly different shirt. Seeing them dressed like a couple drove home my new position in this relationship.


Fern pointed to the bed, and told me to dress in the clothes that were there. There was a black leather skirt, white blouse, and black pantyhose, which I put on first. My red toe nails showed clearly through the hose.

The skirt was nearly straight, but at least it came to a relatively modest length. Like the lingerie, it was high quality. The leather was soft and supple. Still, the narrow cut would keep me from taking long strides as I walked. It was pleated, with a waist band that buttoned in front, giving the illusion of a belt.

The blouse was also pleated, in the front, with shiny black stud buttons showing. The sleeves were full length, sheer, and a bit billowing. It was an interesting contrast to the tight, short skirt. Neither Jason nor Fern made any comment about my facility with buttoning a blouse with its buttons opposite from a man's shirt.

Of course, my black bra was easily visible through the material of the blouse.

After I put on these clothes I was handed a pair of open toed white shoes. The contrast with the black hose would catch people's eyes, so they would look and see my red toe nails. At least the shoes had moderate heels, about one inch tall.


Fern picked up her keys off the night table and threw them to Jason. "Would you please drive?"

I looked up in panic. "I can't go out like this! At least give me a wig, so I have a chance of not being noticed."

"What a sissy! Always worried about how you look. Just comb your own hair forward, and you should pass. At least from a half mile away, that is." Fern laughed a rather nasty laugh as she said this. "Besides, dear willow, you really have no choice." As she said this she picked up the video camera, and her threat was clear.

Jason took my elbow and guided me down the stairs, out the front door, and to the garage. Though I saw no neighbors, I was sure they were all watching me from behind their windows.

We got into the car (I was in the backseat, of course). We drove for half an hour, finally pulling into a strip mall I was unfamiliar with. At least, I thought, there doesn't seem any chance we'll run into anyone we knew.

It was still early, and there were no other customers walking around the parking lot. Jason pulled up in front of a store called "The Piercing Place." He and Fern got out of the car. Jason came around and opened my door and offered his hand, in an exaggerated show of gallantry.

He put his arm in mine, and we started walking to the store. "You walk well on heels, willow. Have you had much practice?" He chuckled. I did not answer.

Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed both my shoulders in a very tight grip, spun me to face him, and held me tight in front of him. "I asked you a question, young lady" he said quietly but firmly. Between his grip and the serious look on his face I found myself feeling very small and helpless at that moment.


In a soft voice I said "Yes, I do have a lot of practice walking in heels."

Jason's grip eased, the smile returned to his face, and he once again put his arm in mine and guided me to The Piercing Place.

We walked in. I was thankful that we were the only customers in the place. Behind the counter was a very bored�looking young lady. She couldn't have been more than 18. Her name tag said "Gina."

She was about five feet, six inches tall. She had long black hair, and her face spoke of an Italian heritage. She was wearing yellow stretch capri pants, red canvas sneakers, and a rainbow striped tube top. She had large breasts that stood nearly straight out, with prominent nipples. A very lovely young lady, and here I was, an obvious sissy, about to have her pierce my ears.

She looked up at us, then focused on me. A wry smile came to her face. She came up to me and said, "Can I help you, Miss?"

Jason answered for me. "This young lady would like a large gold hoop in each ear. On her left ear, at the top, she wants two flowers. Do you have any pansies?" Gina giggled at that. "On the side of her right ear she will have one of your special earrings." I wondered what he meant by a "special" earring. "Oh, and do you mind if my friend videotapes this?" Jason said, pointing to Fern.

Gina agreed to the taping, and led me to a chair. Within minutes I had the hoops and the flowers. Gina then ducked behind the counter and brought out a black velvet jewelry box, about a foot square and flat. She opened the lid and showed it to Jason. I saw him pick up an earring that was shaped like a very realistic penis, and was about an inch�and�a�half long.

"It's almost as big as yours, willow!" Jason said. Everybody laughed but me.


"This has two posts because of its size. Do you want it pointing up or down?" asked Gina.

Everybody looked at me. I know I was blushing, even after all I'd been through. "Well, willow, do you want your penis up or down?" Fern asked. :Up," I whispered. In a very short time it was done, and the penis, pointing up, was in my right ear.

Gina asked "Is there anything else you want pierced for her? Tongue, eyebrow, navel? I'm a specialist with nipples."

Fern put her hand to her chin. "Hmm. Do you think his nipples are good candidates for it?"

Gina came up to me, and grabbed my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She rubbed them hard through my blouse and bra. Even though still sore from the night before, my nipples grew hard under her touch. I nearly melted under the touch of this beautiful young girl.

"Oh, they'd be fine. I could do rings, posts, crossed posts, whatever you want."

Fern thought for a second, and said that perhaps the nipples would be done in the future but that that was enough for today. .

Gina pointed to my skirt and said "Oh, by the way, she was right. She did want her penis up." Under Gina's treatment of my nipples my cock had again gotten quite hard, and was making a bulge in my skirt.

Fern smiled broadly and said "Maybe we could pierce that?" My eyes must have grown twice their size. Fern giggled and said "No willow, we won't do that. Not if you behave, that is."


Jason paid Gina and we started to walk out of the store. Gina spoke up and said AI'm just curious. Could I ask what the story is here?"

Fern pointed the video camera at my face, and said "Tell her your story, willow!"

I looked at Gina. Those beautiful dark eyes looked right into mine. "I am willow. I am the pantied sissy husband of Fern. I do anything Fern or her lover Jason tell me to."

"So have you sucked his cock?" asked Gina.

"Yes."

"And has he, umm..."

"Yes," I said.

Fern kicked me in the rear, keeping the camera focused on my face. "Yes what?"she said.

I looked at Gina's beautiful eyes again, and softly said "yes, Jason has fucked me in my ass."

Gina said "Cool. Well come back anytime." Her smile would have melted the coldest heart of any man.

As we left the store Jason again took my arm. There was more foot traffic than there had been earlier. Many people looked our way and stared or laughed. I was amazed that Jason had the confidence in his own manhood to escort me - obviously a man in woman's clothing - and ignore the people around us. My only wish at that point was to get in the car and go home. I got half my wish.


Jason again opened the car door for me. We drove away, but it soon became clear that we were not going home. We drove to an area with a lot of warehouses and used car lots. I was afraid I recognized the area, and when we pulled into a parking lot my fears were realized. We'd driven to the adult book store where I bought my TV magazines.

"I believe you recognize this establishment, willow?" asked Fern. Without waiting for me to answer she got out of the car with the video camera. "Wait here," she told me. Jason and I waited in the car together as she went into the store.

After about five minutes Fern stuck her head out of the shop's door and waved to us, signaling that we should come in. Jason again escorted me to the door. Speaking to Jason, Fern said "All the arrangements are made."

We all walked in. Of course, Nick was there. Nick was almost always at the check�out counter. He knew me by sight, but probably never knew my name.

"Hello, willow," he said to me. "Good to see you again." He smiled one of the dirtiest smiles I'd ever seen.

Jason grabbed me by the elbow and led me to the rear of the store, past the books, to the video booth area. "Ever been in here before, willow?" he asked me. I nodded. "But not dressed like that, I suppose, eh?" I shook my head. Where the hell was this going?

Jason released my arm, and began walking back to the front of the store. Fern then took my elbow and led me back into the video booth area. There was nobody else visible, though several of the booths were occupied.

Fern got in front of me and talked quietly, her face close to mine. "As I suspected, Nick remembered you when I showed him some of the early part of the video. He told me that, in addition to buying magazines you often would come back to the booths. He was nice enough to make a deal with me."


AI told him about our little video. He's quite interested in seeing it, and maybe showing it. In fact, he agreed to let me shoot some of it here. This is the plan, sissy, and you WILL follow it, or Nick won't be the only one getting a copy of the video. You are going to go into the third booth on the left. That is one of the booths with a hole to the next booth. What do you call them?"

"Glory holes," I said quietly. I knew the booth well. Though I was always too scared to actually do something there, it always excited me to watch or be watched through the hole. And when another man would stick his cock through I would quickly cum while looking at it, even though I never touched one.

"Well, willow, I am going to film you in all your glory. You and I are going into that booth. I am going to pick a video for you to watch, then leave. I will close the door. Do not lock it. I am going to find a man with a large cock for you to suck and put him in the next booth. When his cock comes through I want you on your knees with that cock in your mouth. I will then open the door and film this. Is this clear?"

I was about to protest when Fern put a finger to my lips. "Shh, dear. You said anything, and I meant anything." I nodded, meekly.

Fern led me to the booth. We both fit in comfortably. She had obviously reviewed the titles earlier. She put a ten dollar bill in the machine and quickly pushed the channel button to the video she'd chosen.

It was not a TV or shemale video. Instead, it was an all male film. There was one young man tied over a locker room bench. Four men in leather pants and jackets were with him. One was fucking his ass, another was fucking his mouth. The other two waited their turns, stroking their large cocks.

Fern closed the door. Less than a minute later a large cock came through the glory hole. I hesitated for a second, and Fern opened the door. "Now, bitch!" she said.

I got on my knees and wrapped this strange cock with my tongue. Fern started filming, and I could tell by her angle she got both me and the gay film she'd picked in the view.

I licked the cock up and down, up and down. I took it all in my mouth, and held it deep in my throat. Then I started taking it in and out, in and out. I lost myself in the delight of pleasing this strange cock, until Fern spoke to me.

"Now, sissy. Now you may play with yourself. But do not cum until I tell you to." I started to rub myself through my clothes. But Fern was not satisfied. "No, willow, take that little cock out of your panties, lift your skirt, and let the camera see you jerking off."

I did as she ordered, though it was a miracle I did not cum immediately. I continued to make love to this strange cock, and after five minutes or so it erupted in my mouth. I started to swallow, and heard Fern urge me to swallow every drop. I did so, and the cock withdrew. I tried to see who my unknown lover was, but he did not walk by my booth. Fern then told me to stand up and put my back to the wall the hole was in. This put the video screen to my left.

"Now, willow, I want you to watch the video and finish jerking off. When you cum, make sure you catch every drop in your hand. I will, of course, keep filming."

She now was shooting me jerking off watching the man on the bench getting fucked in both ends. It took almost no time for me to cum, though, to be honest, the video was really not the reason. I caught it all in my hand.

"Turn this way, and lick your hand clean, willow." I looked into the camera and did as ordered. When I was done she turned off the camera. Suddenly Jason appeared at the booth door. Fern asked him what he thought.

"Great," he said. "Best blow job I've had all day." I was surprised - and thankful - to learn that it was Jason's cock I had sucked. I'd always worried about catching a disease if I handled a strange cock in here, and was relieved that that worry was gone on this occasion.

We started to walk out of the store. Nick gave Jason a large bag. "Here are your purchases, sir," Nick said. "When do I get my copy of the video?"

"Oh, its not done yet," Jason said. He patted the large bag, and said "Here's the next act."

"See you later, willow!" laughed Nick.

As we drove home I worried about what the "next act" was going to be.

It was now Saturday afternoon. Last night, after I'd returned home from work I had been dressed in women's clothes by my wife, Allie; introduced to her lover, Mike; been made love to by him myself; been subjected to physical and emotional ******* by the two of them; and had it all captured on video.

This morning I had had all my body hair removed and had painted my own toenails while watching Mike make incredible love to Allie. I was then taken out in women's clothes; given multiple ear piercings (including a very real looking penis in my right ear); and sucked a cock through a glory hole in an adult video booth. All this was on video, except for the part where I found out that the cock in the booth actually belonged to Mike. Anybody watching the film would think it belonged to a stranger.

Now I sat in the rear seat of our car in disbelief that all this had happened in less than 24 hours. And, as the car pulled into our driveway, I knew that my adventures for the day were not over.

We went into the house. Again, I saw no neighbors, but still I felt in my mind that they must have been looking at me through their windows.

Once in the house Allie ordered me to make lunch for the two of them.

"How about grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches?"

Mike nodded his agreement. "Just two, willow. You may have tomato, but no sandwich. Girls must watch their figures, you know." Allie said.

As I made lunch, Mike and Allie had a glass of wine in the living room. I heard them laughing. I peeked in, and they were watching the video they'd shot of me. They were at the part where I was begging to have Mike fuck my ass. I blushed, and went back to making lunch. I was about to cut a tomato when I thought of the effect the juice would have on my white blouse. I went to a cabinet and pulled out an apron. It was one I would use while grilling. It was made of blue canvas and said, "Kiss the Chef." I thought for a moment, and put it back. I didn't want to be reminded of what I used to be, because it just made my current clothing and position more humiliating. Instead, I chose an apron that was more feminine. It was in pink gingham with a frill around it. It had been a gift to Allie, but she wouldn't wear it. It was too "girly" she'd said.

I finished making the sandwiches and brought them to Mike and Allie in the living room. Allie was massaging Mike's large cock through his pants. It was hard, and made quite an impression on the fabric of his pants (and on me!) The video was at the point where Gina, the girl who had pierced my ears, was playing with my nipples. I blushed, but again felt my cock stirring. Mike and Allie looked at me as I came in.

"Nice apron," said Mike.

I looked down, and returned to the kitchen to eat my tomato.

"Have a glass of wine, or two," said Allie. "I think you're going to need it."

I ate almost an entire tomato. Having had no breakfast, I was starving. I had two large glasses of Chablis. I really did need them at that point.

Mike called me to retrieve the dishes. I did, and cleaned the kitchen. As I returned to the living room Allie was removing the videotape from the player and replacing it in the camera.

"Upstairs, now, willow!" Allie ordered. I went upstairs, and hesitated at the top of the steps. "Into the spare room, willow," Allie said.

I went into our spare room. It held a desk and a computer. It was going to be another bedroom, but we never got around to finishing it. Allie and Mike shut the door from the outside, leaving me alone. I sat at the desk, and put my head in my hands. I still couldn't believe that what I thought would always remain my fantasies were now becoming reality, but were being taken far beyond anything I could have dreamed of. Of course, I still wasn't sure if I regretted the course of events, but knew that I had no choice regardless of my desires.

I played some solitaire on the computer, then checked my email. There was nothing but ads and spam, including one for a penis enlarger. I laughed slightly, then the tears started to flow at the irony of this ad coming to me now.

After a half hour Mike opened the door and said, "We are ready for you, willow."

He was still wearing the jeans and Rugby shirt he'd put on that morning. I followed into the bedroom.

There stood Allie, and my mouth dropped. She was wearing a black rubber corset with red side panels. The tight corset exaggerated her already wonderful shape, narrowing her hips and emphasizing her considerable curves. The effect was to create a classic hourglass shape, so desirable and attractive. The corset went to the top of her breasts, covering them and creating an incredible rubber-covered form of perfect breasts. No cleavage showed, and the corset had two wide straps that ran over her shoulders. The corset came only to her hips, and she wore no panties.

The corset had six garters hanging from it. Attached to the garters were black stockings that came up to cover her thighs. I could only see the thighs of the stockings, because Allie was wearing boots that came above her knees. They were black patent leather, with spike heels four inches high. Her hair was done up in a severe bun. Her makeup was heavier than I'd seen her wear before, with a lot of eye shadow and liner, and red lipstick that was as red and bright as the red in the corset. In her hand was a very mean looking paddle, about 18 inches long. It was black and made of leather, with metal studs on one side. It had a strap that went around her wrist. She was gently tapping it on the side of her boot.

My mouth dropped open in a combination of awe and fear.

"Close your mouth, willow dear." Allie said. "I may or may not use this paddle on you. And if I do I may or may not use the studded side. That is up to you."

I now knew some of what had been in the bag from the bookstore.

Mike came up behind me. He started to kiss my neck. I nearly melted. As he was doing this he unbuttoned, and then removed, my blouse. I stood there in skirt, bra, hose and heels. Mike then placed a wig on my head. Not the blond, curly one from before, but a short black wig with very fine hair. The front of the hair was swept slightly forward. He then moved to the rear of the video camera, which was on a tripod.

Allie strode toward me and said simply, "Kneel."

I did.

With the paddle she gently pushed my head down till the bottom of my wig was touching the toe of her left boot. "Kiss it," she ordered.

I began gently kissing the toe of the boot. "No, willow," said Allie. "Not a friendly kiss. A passionate one. You are going to make love to my boots."

I wrapped my hands around the back of the boot and started kissing the toe as though it was a lover, rather than just footwear. I used my tongue, and moved my head around.

"Good," said Mike from behind the camera, "but show more tongue."

I started alternating between passionate kisses and licking the leather. Though it was patent leather, it was still soft and flexible.

Allie gently tapped my rear with the paddle and said, "Start your way up dear, but slowly."

I worked my way up from the toe to her ankle and shin. I still was kissing the boot like I was in love with it, and licking it as well. After several minutes I'd reached the top of the boot. I knew to stop, rather than venture to Allie's thigh without her permission.

Allie used the paddle to ***** my head down to the toe of the right boot. I knew what to do without a word from Allie, and repeated my oral love making on this second boot. I again stopped at the top, and leaned back, still in a kneeling position.

Mike moved a chair up behind Allie. She sat down and crossed her left leg over her right.

"Suck the heel, willow, like you sucked that stranger's cock in the video booth." I knew this remark about a stranger was meant for the video camera.

I lifted her foot to my face and started to suck the heel as she had ordered. I licked it, then began taking it in and out, in and out. The bottom of the wig swung back and forth as I moved my head in and out. After a while Allie reversed her legs, and I began the same process on the other heel.

"Stop!" ordered Allie. I did, and returned to my kneeling position, head down.

Allie stood up from the chair and walked over to the dresser. From one of my drawers she withdrew a pair of breast forms. I wondered if any of my old clothes were still there.

She showed me the rear of the breast forms. They were hollow. Extending from the center was a post. On each end of the post was a clip. The other end attached to the inside of the breast form. I knew the purpose of the clipped end, and cringed visibly.

"Do you like them?" asked Mike. "I made them myself at the theater. We always have falsies around for guys who play women's roles or drag roles. It was simple to add the posts and clips. I'd say they were a 'C' cup size."

Allie reached down, pulled one cup of the bra out, attached the clip to my nipple, and replaced the bra cup. Luckily the tension on the clip wasn't that strong. If my nipples hadn't already been sore this wouldn't have hurt. As it was there was a constant pain in that nipple. Allie then repeated the procedure on my other nipple, and both were in pain.

"Stand up and look in the mirror, willow," Allie ordered.

I did so, and a very pretty young lady, with short black hair and nice figure, including well-shaped and nice-sized tits, looked back at me. I think I was falling in love with myself! As I was transfixed by the reflection Mike came up behind me. First he removed my skirt. Then he caressed my new breasts. The feel of his touch was transferred directly to my nipples by the posts and clips.

I purred from the pleasure this gave me, and started to melt into Mike's arms. As I did he pulled me back into the chair.

He placed my hands on the arms of the chair, and produced two leather straps from his back pocket. My arms were strapped to the arms of the chair. Allie produced two more straps; Mike took them, and secured my ankles to the legs of the chair. There I sat, in bra, panties, and hose and heels. Despite my predicament my cock was very hard, probably due both to my excitement of actually having "breasts" and the pleasure Mike had given me when he caressed them.

Allie walked over to the dresser again, and again opened my drawer. She took out what looked like a black leather athletic supporter. I couldn't see it clearly, since it was in front of her, hidden from my view. She asked Mike to give her a hand. He knelt down and helped her lift one booted leg up and put her foot through the strange leather harness, and then he helped her put the other foot through as well. Together they shimmied the strange harness up the boots, over her thighs, and up to her waist.

"Ready, willow?" asked Allie.

Then she turned around. To my utter amazement there was a cock sticking out of her crotch. It was about 10 inches long, and realistically shaped. It was only slightly darker than her own skin color. If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn I was looking at a shemale with a large cock, rather than my wife with a dildo attached to a harness.

Allie walked towards me. "Mike thinks you have the makings of an excellent cocksucker, willow. But I think you need more practice."

She moved toward the chair, and stood directly in front of me. She took the dildo in her hand and rubbed it up and down my cheeks.

"Do you want it, dear willow?" she asked. "Tell me how badly you want to suck my cock!"

"Yes, I want to suck your cock, Allie. I want to feel you in my mouth. I will do whatever you ask, and if that includes sucking my wife's cock, I will do so."

"Are you my sissy husband?"

"Yes, I am your sissy husband."

"Do you want to be a great cocksucker?"

"Yes, I want to be an excellent cocksucker."

"Are you ready to practice being an excellent faggot?"

I hesitated. That word was one I hated. I would never use it to describe another person, as it was just so mean and derogatory. Allie knew this, too, and it hurt me that she would use it to describe me. Sensing my hesitation, she began to question me.

"Did you suck Mike's cock?"

"Yes."

"Did Mike fuck you in the ass?"

"Yes."

"Did you suck the cock of a strange man in the video booth?"

"But..."

Allie slapped me hard across the face, then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Remember, willow, you did not know whose cock it was when you started to suck it. And Mike is not on the camera in that scene. Reconsider your answer, dear."

"Yes, I sucked the cock of a strange man," I said.

"Well, I guess that makes you a faggot, doesn't it?"

I softly replied, "Yes." I wondered if that didn't make Mike one too, but was smart enough not to say anything.

Allie again took her 'cock' in her hand, and started to stroke it up and down.

"Ooh, I think it's hard now, just the way you like it. Suck my cock, sissy willow, and show me just how good you are."

Allie strode to me, and positioned herself, standing between my legs. She put her hands behind my head and pulled me towards her 'cock'.

I took it in my mouth, and just held it there. Allie, still with her hand on my head, started moving her "cock" in and out of my mouth. Thrusting her hips, she shoved the dildo in and out, not allowing me to take any initiative. She kept pushing it, pushing deeper and deeper. Finally she shoved it all the way in, and kept it there. I felt like gagging, but was able to suppress the reflex by shifting my head a little, allowing the 'cock' to slide into my throat.

"Ooh, that feels good, doesn't it, willow?" asked Allie. "Oh, you can't respond, can you? But I see your little cock is very hard, so I guess that means yes, dear."

Allie slowly slid the dildo out of my mouth. "Now, willow, suck it on your own."

I kissed the head of the dildo, and then slid my tongue along its shaft, and licked all around the head. I then started going down on it, moving my head back and forth, ******* the dildo deeper by my own choice. I was not being ******; this one was for my own pleasure. And I loved the movement of the hair of the wig as I moved my head in and out. Just as I was in a near state of delirium from this activity, Allie stepped away. I instinctively leaned forward as she withdrew her 'cock', following it with my mouth open.

Mike and Allie both laughed. "She really does want that cock, doesn't she." said Mike. "Maybe I'll give her another chance with a real one."

"Not yet, Mike dear," said Allie. "I have other plans first."

She walked over to my chair, with her 'cock' bobbing, and started to stroke my own cock through my panties.

"Would you like to cum, willow?" she asked. I nodded, with my head back and eyes closed.

Allie held out her hand to Mike, and he handed her a shoe -- one of Allie's own high heels. She pulled my panties down, freeing my cock. She slipped the shoe onto my cock, so that the head went into the toe. Then she started moving the shoe up and down on my cock. The friction was driving me close to the edge. I started bucking with my hips, driving my cock deeper into her shoe. When Ally bent down and kissed me on the ear, I lost it, and came ********** into the high heel. But I was not allowed to rest for a second. Allie immediately put the shoe to my mouth. I didn't need any directions. I licked my own cum from the shoe, and swallowed it all.

Mike turned off the camera, and said, "Damn, that was hot!"

Allie smiled. "Yes, we will have to work hard to top this. But I have some ideas."

Mike came up behind her, and started kissing her neck and fondling her breasts through the rubber corset. "Yes, I'm sure you do," he said, "and I can't wait."

Sitting there bound to the chair, I was sure I would not have to wait. But I wasn't sure if her ideas were ones to wait for, or dread.

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Cuckolded by the Neighborhood Loser


I should have seen the signs. I should have been more alert. I should have been more attentive...but I was living in denial...I couldn't believe that my best friend, Andrew, was more of a man than me. I couldn't believe that he was fucking my beautiful wife, Laryssa, behind my back.

I was in my early 30s while Laryssa was a few years younger than me, and Andrew a few years younger than her. Andrew was the younger brother of a mutual friend of ours, and we threw him a bone every now and then, giving him odd jobs and letting him hang out with us whenever we had a social outing. My wife couldn't stand Andrew at first, dismissing him as one of my friends, and questioned why I befriended him after dubbing him "the neighbourhood loser". He wore wrestling apparel, was a computer nerd, had an interesting body-odour and talked about his favorite subject, "Star Trek", a little too much.

But time went on and things changed over the months to come. Hanging out with us gave Andrew more popularity, and my friends started to not dislike him as much as they used to. Even my wife started to hang out with him, especially on days and nights were I would have to work late. I would never question their friendship, when they would hang out together or with my friends, when they would have dinner together without me, or when they would to to movies together. I just thought Laryssa was a good woman for opening her heart to one of my friends.

I got a job for Andrew at the company I worked at, which would cause me to relocate out of the city for the weekdays. To make the commute easier, I got a small apartment and decided to stay there for the weekdays, and asked Andrew to keep an eye on my wife for me while I was gone, even though her and I spoke every day over the phone and on Skype. Eventually, I got Andrew a job at my work, as he would be my assistant, and got him a room at the apartment I was staying at for 2 nights a week.

Rumors started to swirl about my marriage tho. People at work were saying there were sightings of my wife out on the town with her new boyfriend, which caused me to panic at first, but realized the guy she was seen around with was Andrew. A guy at work said he saw her go down on a guy who matched Andrew's description at the movies, but of course, that couldn't be...but things really started to get to me with my own friends. Whenever they had plans, they invited each other and my wife...and Andrew. Not me. I wasn't invited anywhere anymore...Laryssa was, and Andrew too, but never me anymore.

I confronted Laryssa about the rumors and she broke my heart when she told me that the rumors did have some truth to them. She told me she was out on the town with Andrew almost every day, and that he was staying with her almost every night. She told me that she was falling in love with him, that she worshiped him, that Andrew was the man of her dreams - that he was "the one!". She blushed when she said that to me, and like a schoolgirl, asked me not to tell him, "because she didn't want to jinx it".

I stopped talking to Laryssa that day, cutting her off for a while. I couldn't believe what she was telling me.

It hardly mattered.

I found out about a couples-only party that my friends were having, which I wasn't invited to. I crashed the party and asked around for my wife, and was led to the sofa and soon saw her sitting on Andrew's lap, her mouth sucking his bottom lip and licking his neck, whispering things in her ear. They got up and went upstairs, both oblivious to my presence. I left the party enraged, even more so that my friends all saw me and all but ignored me. I flipped out even harder when I saw the same friends with their girlfriends at a restaurant for breakfast the following morning, and front and center in the window was my wife, sitting next to Andrew, feeding him bacon. He fed her a strip too and she sucked the grease off his fingers, making me cum in my pants.

At this point, my marriage was non-existent. Laryssa had asked me to start moving the majority of my things into my apartment, which I needed to do anyways, but when I got to the house, I saw most of Andrew's things in our bedroom, including his clothes, specifically his underwear. A lot of my stuff had already been packed in boxes ready for me to take out.

All over town people were taking about the cutest couple in town: Laryssa and Andrew. People would snicker at me and whisper about me when I walked around town too, which was no picnic. Communication between my wife and I became non-existent - she stopped calling me altogether and wouldn't return my calls. Andrew cut me off shortly after befriending my wife, so calling him was moot, as well. The locks were changed on the house, so going there on weekends was not an option.

I became disheveled, not really caring about my public appearance, lack of haircut, unshaven, soon not even bathing. Work became sidetracked, and my boss fired me, which didn't surprise me, but I caused a public disturbance when he told me he was replacing me with Andrew, and giving him a raise, to boot.

I became excited one day when I received a phone call from both Andrew and Laryssa, who asked me to come over one afternoon. At this point, I wanted closure to this whole ordeal, but I also had hoped that most of my paranoia was unreal. Laryssa greeted me at the door, trying to distract me from the remainder of my things all packed in boxes outside of the garage. I came in and sat down on the couch I bought, and Andrew came out and sat beside me, making chit-chat, asking how life was for me these days. I told him how terrible things had become, and started to get angry, blaming him for my downfall, accusing him of stealing my wife, my job, my friends and my house.

Andrew told me I was behaving like a little bitch and I got up, enraged. He smirked at me, got up slowly, and I swung at him, giving that punch all I had. Andrew just ducked out of the way slowly and twisted my arm behind my back, making me squeal meekly and *********. Laryssa just nodded her head and opened the front door, her head down. Andrew grabbed my right leg, so I was only balancing on the left, still twisting my arm, this time really hurting me. I begged for mercy, begged him not to hurt me. Laryssa now looked up, smiling at her boyfriend, and I could feel the ear-to-ear smile on Andrew behind me. Still holding me, he ran and threw me right on the front lawn of the house, and I fell on my face. Water streamed onto my hair, and believing that it was the garden sprinkler, I didn't deter it...but when I turned around and lay on my back, I saw Andrew standing above me, his huge and thick-yet still soft-dick was in his hand - he pissed right on my face. I didn't fight it - I was beyond being humiliated at this point. I just lay there and took it. His piss landed in my hair, my eyes, my mouth...and it stank, too.

Andrew walked back into the house and the door closed behind him, the lock deafening as it was shut. I drove back to my apartment, still ridden with piss, a defeated man.

I became obsessed with Andrew and Laryssa after that, following them around, watching them have dinner with my friends and their girlfriends, sitting behind them in movie theatres (and watching my wife go down on him in darkened theatres), watching them kiss and enjoy life without me. Sometimes I'd get caught - they'd see me on the street and walk the other way or pretend they didn't see me...talking about me without making a scene. It seemed harmless, until one day I decided I needed to see them in bed together, I stopped trying to imagine what my wife and best friend looked like naked in my bed. I stood outside my old house, looking into the bedroom window, stroking my crotch while my beautiful bride kissed my best friend's chest, licking him all the way to his lips. I was so enthroned in their love-making that I didn't hear or see the cop-car behind me, nor did I foresee the police-officer tackling me to the ground.

I was arrested that day for obvious reasons, and Laryssa and Andrew watched as I was driven away, her face buried in his chest as he hugged her. Fortunately for me, the a friend of mine was an officer at the division I was arrested at, and convinced both Andrew and Laryssa not to press charges. I was released, and I tried to thank my cop-friend for sticking his neck out for me, but he didn't make eye contact with me. "I can't believe you were jerking off to Andrew fucking his girlfriend", he said, looking down. "You're a sick fuck. Never talk to me."

I have never been the same, still trying to get my life back on track. I don't know how I had fallen so far. I currently work at a bathhouse for men, mopping up jizz, and I get bullied pretty bad down there. I hear Andrew's doing great at work, doing a better job than I did. My old friends, who won't return my calls, seem to think he's much better company than I was, and one of them even asked Andrew, referring to me, why he let "the neighbourhood loser tag along with you for so long".

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Jeff Carter & My Wife

I let my friend Jeff move in with my wife and I a few months ago. That proved to be the beginning of the end of all that I took for granted.

The long and short of my life's story: I was a very successful executive at a famous Newspaper advertising company. My wife, Laryssa, owns her own sports bar, and Jeff was down on his luck. I met him at a video store we both worked at in our early 20s, and 5 years later, his financial situation was not getting any better, while mine was. I decided to throw him a bone and give him some work at the mail room at my job, but my wife, after meeting him, offered him a busboy position at her bar, as it would have paid more, post-tips. Jeff's past bartending experience landed him a promotion as head-bartender just a week later.

Laryssa and I haven't had sex in ages, but I just chalked it up to work. After Jeff moved in, however, she it seemed like she was getting hornier by the day...but she never asked me to fuck her. Believe me, I tried to instigate things between us, but she non-chalantly brushed me off with each of my attempts. There were times I came home late and caught her and Jeff caught up in their own conversations on the couch, sometimes watching a movie cuddled up together on the couch—my couch that I paid for – and as the days passed, they seemed almost oblivious to my presence, almost like I was in their way.

Jeff was bringing in wads of cash after quite some time working at Laryssa's bar, more than enough to get his own place with, but when I suggested it to her, she seemed almost panicked that he would leave, that she liked having him around. I told her he would probably want his own pad, but before I could ask him, my wife made me realize how silly a question it would be. After all, he was living with us rent-free, and we had all the luxuries most people only dream of.

I finished work early one day and decided to head to my wife's bar, and my heart almost stopped when I saw Laryssa sitting on Jeff's lap in her office, in her executive chair, her face buried in his neck. He had a smile on his face; his head cocked back, a huge bulge in his pants. I cleared my throat and both of them jumped at my presence, Laryssa jumped out of his lap while Jeff got up, winked at me and left the office. It was too awkward of a situation to bring up, so I didn't, and Laryssa and I talked about anything besides the elephant in the room.

The day afterwards I opened Jeff's bedroom door to discuss getting his own place, and he had just exited the shower, naked and dripping wet, reaching a towel on the bed. My eyes went immediately to his package: his balls were enormous, like a giant orange, completely shaved, and his tool was really thick. It was fat, at least 3 times the size of mine. I don't know how long I was standing there, but by the time I looked up at him, he was almost completely dry, his right eyebrow cocked at me. Then he grew an ear to ear smile on his face, which turned to a smirk, shook his head and told me to get out, his demeanor acting like he just figured out something...

Later on Laryssa and I were having dinner while Jeff worked at the bar, and she told me about a bet he made with the boys at the bar. It was at this point that my life had forever jumped the shark. One of the busboys told Laryssa that Jeff had made a bet with the other employees. He told them he could have his cock in her mouth by the end of the month. All of the boys took Jeff up on the bet, putting up $100 each, as they knew she was married, thinking of Jeff as some shlub. Jeff didn't tell them how he would do it, only that it would take him less than a month, and that when he did get his cock in my wife's mouth, that "she'll do whatever the fuck I want", those were his exact words, she claimed. I didn't tell my wife that I came in my pants at the table when she told me that.

My day at work was very unproductive the next day, all I could think about was Jeff's bet. Sure, boys will be boys, and that's just how guys talked, and sure it was a rather expensive bet, but he was making some good coin at the bar...but I kept linking his bet to the reaction he gave me when he caught me staring at his package. I realized that he knew I wouldn't be staring if I had goods just as big as his, if not bigger. He realized what I saw was foreign to him, and that he had something to offer my woman that I couldn't. My heart was racing, because while my wife looked like a knockout at under 30, and every single guy who saw her wanted her, she always had a thing for jocks, for bullies, for tough guys, for studs...like Jeff, who fit the profile. Jeff was built like a linebacker, stocky, husky, big football player hands...while I was built like Jimmy Olsen, only meeker.

I called my wife in panic, asking her why she told me about Jeff's bet. She told me that while she was highly offended at first and almost fired Jeff on the spot upon finding out, the thought turned her on like she had never been turned on before. Here she was, her perfect life, all men kissing her ass, and here comes this kid beneath her, my friend, no less, assuring that he'd have her way with her. She said she came home early that day, lay in Jeff's bed, smelled his pillows and fingered herself while sniffing his dirty laundry. I made another accident in my pants when she said that.

This was getting out of hand though, and I left the office and rushed right over to the bar. I decided to be a man about it! I would go there, give my friend a piece of my mind, and put my woman in her place! I parked the car in the parking lot, walked right into the door and froze there, as Jeff sat in a barstool, my wife stood in front of him, standing between his open legs, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands caressing her ribs, and she leaned in for a kiss. A soft peck, a smile from them both, then another peck, leading to an open mouth, passionate kiss...which everyone in the bar cheered for ("whoooooo!!!!!"). My wife was whispering in his ear while he smiled and gave his boys the thumbs-up. The bet was almost about to be won, and it was only week-one!

I ran back to my car and my cell went off. It was my wife, calling to tell me she was going to the movies with Jeff, and to not wait up for her. I asked her not to, that know where this was heading, but she just told me not to worry about things, that she "had it all figured out".

I drank more than I could handle for the next few hours at the local pub, before the bouncer threw me out, as I was telling anyone within ear's reach about what a wimp I was. I didn't get any feedback from fellow ********; they just walked away from me. ***** off my ass, I managed to find my way home, realizing that my wife's car was parked in the driveway. I stuck my key in the keyhole, opened the door slowly, and watched the sight before me in my *****en haze. I could only see the back of the couch, Jeff's head cocked back, and the top of my wife's head going up and down, and her on all fours on the couch. Jeff's left hand was raised and I could see he was sending a video of whatever was happening on the couch to someone....

I closed the door slowly and sat down on the front steps of my house. I could hear Jeff's moans getting louder and louder, shouting profanity and Laryssa...followed by cheers and laughter from them both.

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Scent of a Real Man

The last few nights at work were quite stressful. Tonight was not any different, as it was extremely busy at the video store I worked at, and I was short-staffed. Sam and Laryssa were the only two people I could have called to help me out. Unfortunately for me, they already had plans—with each other. Laryssa was my wife and Sam was my assistant. Sam was had taken this last week off for "school", even though I knew he was hanging out with my wife.

Laryssa worked during the day as a guidance counselor at the very high school Sam attended, so their friendship didn't bother me, as we were all friends. Laryssa was only a few years older than Sam, as his 19th birthday was rapidly approaching. I had no idea what they were doing when they were together. I figured what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me, so I didn't ask questions. My wife didn't need to be interrogated from me, and I trusted Sam enough not to ruin our friendship. However, the idea of them "together" did intrigue me. In fact, whenever I did think about what they could be doing, I always had a boner to accompany that thought.

I was aware that Sam had a thing for my wife. I always dismissed his schoolboy crush as innocent. My wife and him always took the time to talk to each other when she visited my store. Many times I'd see her blush when she'd catch Sam gawking at her tits. As time went on, my wife seemed to dress a little less conservative when she came to the store (she could never wear those clothes at work!), showing more skin, exposing more cleavage, and openly flirting with him without any concern for my ego. They did a fare bit of touching, as well. She would take a moment to caress his chest when they talked alone, and Sam's hands on my wife's waist or thigh would usually stop once I cleared my throat loud enough. The more comfortable they became around each other, the more bold they became, and I couldn't help but wonder if rumors circulated about them at their school.

When I got home later on, all my suspicions, concerns and questions were answered. I had walked in on Laryssa lying naked between Sam's arms. Sam had his shirt off, and Laryssa was planting kisses on his massive chest. Sam looked up at me, winked and smiled, telling my wife I was home. She didn't even greet me. She went right into conversation, as if I was standing there the whole time.

"Get comfortable, Daniel. Sam and I have something to tell you." I didn't do as she asked. I stood there, watching my wife in my employee's arms, partially smiling, partially crying. I was so enraged, yet my cock was getting harder by the second. My wife continued. "Honey, you're going to want to sit down for this. I've been doing a lot of thinking, and, well, the fact is, no matter how hard you try, you can't satisfy me. You're too submissive in bed, and I'm always the top. Mind you, I've enjoyed that, but I need a man. A man that can take charge and treat me like I need to be treated. Can you understand that?"

I stood there, my head spinning from what my wife just asked. Instead of picking up my things and walking out the door, instead of marching over to Sam and punching him as hard as I could in the nose, I didn't. I should have been so angry, but my rock hard cock was preventing me from moving. I didn't want to let on that I was aroused by the scene before me. I suspected that it wouldn't take long before they both saw my erection, though. I nodded at my wife in agreement.

Laryssa raised her head up from Sam's chest and walked over to me. "I've decided that I need a big cock to fill my pussy up. Sam here is the man to get that done. I know he is, because for the last few weeks I've been fucking him behind your back."

That was it. The straw that broke the camel's back, I thought to myself. Meanwhile, Laryssa continued to lecture me. "He's strong, demanding, and takes charge in bed. Daniel, Sam is my new boyfriend, and there is nothing you can do it. As a matter of fact, since you like to be submissive in bed, we've decided to make you our personal bitch. He'll be coming over on a regular basis to fuck me with his big teenage cock. When Sam does come over, he'll be staying the night. We may let you ***** at the foot of the bed and watch, maybe even participate, if you're lucky. It depends on how you respond to us. Meanwhile, when we snap our fingers, you should be ready to listen to us. Do you understand so far, you little wimp?" My wife looked over at Sam, looking for his approval, as if this was something she had been rehearsing for a while. Sam smiled back at her, kissing her on the lips, and looked at me in disgust. Laryssa put her hand against my groin, tracing the outline of my erection. Then the insults started.

"Sam, can you see the outline of his small cock?" Laryssa said, checking me out. "Damn, Sam, why don't you whip yours out and show my husband what a real cock's all about!" Sam stood up and unbuckled his belt, pulling his zipper down just as quick. My eyes bugged out when Sam pulled out the biggest dick I had ever seen. It was thick, about 9 inches, with a huge ball sack hanging down between his legs, which was shaved and smooth. His dick was fat, and seemed to have an aroma I could smell from where I was standing.

Sam started to speak, showing his mighty cock to the both of us modestly. "This is what a real man's cock looks like. Once you've had this, you can't go back to anything else, can you Laryssa? You know something, Daniel? In all this time I've known you, I had no idea you were this much of a wimp. Laryssa, I think we should call your husband 'NoDick'. Yeah, that's a perfect name for you—it describes you to a "t"! Don't misunderstand, NoDick, I don't want to ever see it—and I know your wife doesn't either. You keep it in her pants at all times, especially when I fuck her in front of you. Dude, you are a real wimp to be taking all this, you know that? I'm a senior in high school and I'm already more man than you'll ever be! No wonder your slut wife begged me to shove my cock in her." He continued to stroke his cock in front of me. "You're impressed with this cock of mine, aren't you NoDick? You want to put this big cock in your wife's pretty mouth don't you? Beg me. Beg me to fuck her mouth with my fresh thick cock. Come on you little sissy, beg me to let her suck it!"

"Let me see Laryssa suck your big cock, Sam" I groveled. "What did you say, NoDick? I couldn't hear you. Did you ask me a question?" Sam said, the strange, yet appealing aroma suddenly getting stronger. "Please let my wife suck on your big cock." I attempted to shout, intimidated by my wife's young boyfriend. I felt different when I said it that time, though. I tried to mutter it out again. "Please let her suck down that monster you've been hiding in your pants, dude! Let her feel what a cock in her throat is all about! Beat her pouty lips with that thick monster! Please, Sam! Do it!! I want to see it, man!!!" Sam turned around, grabbed a handful of Laryssa's hair and shoved his huge cannon down my wife's throat. "You heard the sissy, baby. Get down and smoke my cock!" He pulled his dick out and smeared pre-cum all over Laryssa's soft pouty lips, making his cock bounce off of them, which in turn was making him harder!

I had adapted to this scene fairly quickly, and I had no intention of leaving. This was, hands down, the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. I was so turned on, as evident from my growing hard on. To me, I always pictured Sam as an ordinary teenager, a senior that everyone liked, an athlete, tough, but cool. I had no idea of the beast within, of his aggressive, dominant attitude--of his massive cock! Watching the scene before me, I was mesmerized by Laryssa's lips sucking the life out of Sam's cock, his smooth body sweating, his ear-to-ear smile mocking me, his balls bouncing off of Laryssa's chin. There was also the mystery of the scent emitting from his cock. What was that? Sweat? Cum? I couldn't pinpoint it, as my attention was always broken by Sam's intimidating stare. As my wife attempted to swallow him whole, he gave me a wink of satisfaction. Laryssa bobbed her head up and down on his cock, using both hands to handle his throbbing member. When Laryssa came up for air, Sam took his cock and rubbed it all over her face, drenching it with a mix of her spit and his cum. "Yeah baby," Sam said as he tried to work her up. "Suck my fucking cock, shove that huge dick down your throat, suck this cock, you little slut!" Sam grabbed a handful of Laryssa's hair and start to rapidly thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking it like a pussy, making her almost ***** on it.

Sam pulled his cock out of her mouth and glanced at me again, slapping her cheeks with his fat cock. "Look at her, NoDick. I bet you didn't know she had this kind of potential in her!" I noticed that while Sam was talking, my wife was trying to catch his cock with her lips every time he smacked her with it. Sam smiled down at her, admiring her determination to eat his cum. "Dude, she loves my cock. Look at her. She's all over me, just like at school. Hey Laryssa, tell your husband how much you love my cock."

I looked back at her, watching her lick Sam's cock like an ice-cream cone. She looked at me and smiled. "Sorry Daniel, but I really do love Sam's monster cock! It's almost triple the size of yours, and it fits perfectly my mouth. I'm starting to believe that my mouth was made to suck Sam's cock! It smells so good, it tastes so delicious, and it represents everything I've been lacking in my marriage to you! You know what, Sam? I need to have it in me right now. And Daniel, I want you to watch it all. I want you to see how Sam can open me up! I'm telling you right now Daniel, if you ruin this for me, you'll be sorry. Real sorry."

"Shut up and suck this cock bitch" Sam rammed his cock back down her throat hard while holding her head. "Suck it like the whore you are. No real man at home so you go looking for Big Sam, eh? You need me to give you what you've been missing this whole time? Open up slut. Suck my mutherfucking cock now. Oh man, that is so great....." Sam fucked Laryssa's throat harder and faster with every thrust. My wife's mouth opened up a little wider every time his balls smacked her on the chin. I became hotter and sweatier watching the incredible scene before me.

"Get ready...you're about to be covered in cum, slut. Keep it open....ugh....uh....here it comes.....take it! Take my load, slut! Here it is, ugh yeah, I'm going to cum all over your face..." Sam made good on his promise, spilling ropes of cum on her face, drenching her lips with so much of his spunk, it seeped down the sides of her mouth. More shots of cum hit her nostrils, eyes and even her ears. Laryssa put her tongue back to work and started licking around Sam's fat cock, trying to savor the taste of every bit she could.

"Oh yeah, I like what I'm seeing here, baby. You are one hell of a cocksmoker." Sam sat down in my chair, his cock covered in cum her spit. "NoDick, I want to be entertained for a while. What I'd like to see is your tongue." I stuck out my tongue and Sam started to snicker, stroking his cock, still hard, despite him dumping his load all over my beautiful wife. "Now I want to see you use it. Go over to your slut wife and lick her face. Lick my spunk, lick it all off, and suck on my cum. No....better yet, chew on it for a while, then swallow it. I want to hear what you think of its flavor, you little wimp. If I don't like our answer, I'm going to make you get on your knees and lick the **** out of my asshole—after I've taken a dump, of course." I looked over at my wife, giving her a look to see if this was perhaps going too far. She just looked right back at me and smiled raised her eyebrow, as if I was an idiot for not following Sam's order. Clearly, she was really getting into this.

So, like an obedient little bitch, I cleaned Laryssa's face of his thick cum. "Ooooooo man. What a wimp. What a sissy. What a piece of **** you are. Go on, lick her face clean, NoDick. Man, her pussy is getting so wet, I can smell it from here! Don't touch it though, NoDick. Only use your tongue on her face. And you shouldn't make any contact with her skin—suck the cum right off her face with your mouth. And NoDick, I want her face spotless before I come over there and plunge this huge cock into her tight little twat. You know what, Laryssa? All the fucking you're going to be getting from me will make up for all the sex you've been deprived of. If you have any objections, please feel free to voice them." Laryssa didn't say a word. She just smiled at Sam and told me to hurry up. She was really excited about what Sam was about to do to her. By the look on her face, you would think she was a kid on Christmas morning.

Once I finished my task, I found myself pushed to the floor by Sam, who was suddenly standing over me. He looked down at me, chuckled and then turned around and faced my wife. He looked her in the face and slid his cock into her with one stroke. Laryssa's legs wrapped themselves around Sam's waist, her arms around his back. His belittling of me continued. "Watch how a real man fucks a woman, wimp." He slid his cock deep inside her tight wet pussy, filling her up with all 12 inches of his thick meat. I had never seen my wife open up so wide for anything before. Her pussy's attempt to accommodate Sam's length and width was amazing. I sat down on the floor and watched the two of them fuck passionately, Sam calling her every name in the book. My wife clearly loved this, and both of them took moments out of their passionate fucking to look at me and snicker.

"Oh Laryssa, you love this fucking fat missile inside of you, don't you babe? You like this dick filling you up and hitting spots your husband's tiny cock could never hit. Oh god, take it, bitch. Take my fucking cock. Let me make a woman out of you. Oh, I'm going to fuck you senseless. I'm going to penetrate you in ways your sissy husband never could." Sam spread my wife's legs wide as he pounded deep and harder into her. She screamed loud, cumming with every thrust after she couldn't take it anymore. "OH SAM, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD! I LOVE EVERY WORD YOU'RE SAYING TO ME, KEEP TALKING. YOUR COCK IS INCREDIBLE! YOU KNOW JUST TO SAY, OH MAN! I'VE NEVER BEEN FUCKED LIKE THIS BEFORE! THIS IS SOOOOOOO FUCKING HOT......"

Laryssa looked up at me and gave me the dirtiest look I'd ever been given. "Daniel, Sam's cock is so much bigger than yours. It's so much thicker then your little wimpy dick. Oh man, fuck me like a whore, Sam! Pound into me with that cannon you have! I belong to you after this fucking you're giving me—I'll be your little slut! Show me off, fuck me in front of your friends! Hell, fuck me in front of my husband's friends! Tape it, do it, make a slut out of me you sexy mutherfucker!!!! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh"

"**** baby, you're taking this cock like I always knew you could. Every time you touched me, all I could think about was pinning you to the wall and fucking you against it hard. I can't believe you're letting me do this to you! I can't believe you're submitting to me like this, right in front of NoDick! Come on, take all of my cock. Watch your little sissy husband on the floor—he can't believe what he's seeing. I'm so glad I got to do this to you, baby. I'm so glad I got to do this right in front of your man. NoDick, get on your knees and stick your tongue in your wife's cunt as I saw her it in half with my cock. If you try to lick my dick, I will kick you in the nuts so hard, you'll cry. I want you to remember this moment, sissy. I want you to remember this every time you kiss your wife, every time you lay in bed with her. I want you to remember the kid who made a slut out of your wife, just like she was destined to be. Hell, if I didn't do this to her, some other guy would have, so you should be grateful that its me. Relax and smile. Lick away. Smell my cum. Suck on it, taste a ream man's spunk."

Sam grabbed Laryssa by the hips and fucked faster "Yeah baby, I'm going to blow my sack!" Sam looks down on me and pulled me by the hair, taking my face out of my wife's slimy snatch. "Get over here NoDick, kneel in front of me like a bitch". I did, and Sam pulled his cock out of Laryssa's pussy and shot his thick load onto my face. He pumped his cock, squirting globs of his hot cum all over my face, and I couldn't help but be impressed. He didn't stop cumming until my entire face was doused with his spunk, with only my eyes visible. I licked my lips, tasting his salty cum. I was ashamed to admit that it tasted better than my wife's cunt.

When he was finally done squeezing the last drop of cum from his cock, he slapped my face with it a couple of times. He collapsed on my couch again and snapped his fingers, pointing to the fridge. I grabbed him a beer and brought it over to him, watching my wife cuddle back into his big arms. I wiped my face with my shirt, watching Sam and Laryssa pass out from exhaustion. I admired them together as I sat down in the couch across from them. After wiping up as much as I could with the shirt, I realized that it wasn't enough. The shirt was soaked with his scented cum, so I reached for Sam's boxers to wipe away the rest. I remember thinking pleasant thoughts about the new couple I had discovered today. I have Sam's boxers a quick whiff, admiring that mystery scent that seemed to linger on anything he touched. That was the last thing I remembered before I too fell asleep.

My nap only lasted a few hours, as I was awoken a short time later by another one of Sam's hot thick loads hitting me directly in the face. My eyes widened to see Laryssa on her knees, licking his balls as he stroked his fat cock in front of me. He was laughing his ass off as he continued making a sissy out of me in front of my wife—for the second time today. It took a while for them to stop laughing at me. Those laughs were soon replaced with mock imitations of me. Their taunts had started to take their toll on my feelings, and my ego.

"Here's your diner, NoDick. It's your reward for a job well done. My woman and I are going to get us some diner as well. When we come back, we'll all have a discussion about how the three of us are going to make this work. It would be a shame to waste something this good, don't you think NoDick?"

"Well," I attempted to respond. "Actually Sam, I thought we were just fooling around. You know, role-playing and ****. C'mon, dude, you can't be serious! Sam, I—"

"Shut up, NoDick. Why don't you stop talking and go get yourself cleaned up. You look like ****."

"But Sam, I—"

"Don't make me say it again, NoDick."

Sam smacked me with his massive backhand, which startled me and brought me to his full attention. I got up and started to walk towards the bathroom. I turned around and saw Sam and my wife leave the house, his arm around her. Laryssa was wearing his high school football jacket, a sign that would show everyone that this was his woman. The married woman he just "macked".

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The Cuck, His Wife and Her Lover


Andrew saw Daniel and his wife Laryssa through the window at Burger King. "Must be my lucky day." Thought Andrew. He was just thinking about his best friend and more importantly, his hot wife. Andrew had much to discus with Daniel, but right now, he was horny, and decided to make a little appearance.

Andrew came in and sat right beside Laryssa, making Daniel twitch. Daniel knew all of his friends were here, and the thought of being cuckolded again in front of them was too humiliating to endure. He asked Andrew to leave, but before he could say anything, Andrew took his thick index finger, dipped it into Laryssa's ketchup pile and stuck it in her mouth. She sucked all the ketchup of his finger and sucked it down, looking him in the eye and giggling like a schoolgirl. Andrew pulled his finger out and kissed her gently on the lips, causing her to instinctively wrap her arms around his neck, kissing him back. His hands were rubbing her stomach and squeezing her tits at the same time, and within seconds the manager of the restaurant came out and asked them to cool it, as this was a family restaurant. Laryssa and Andrew laughed and looked at Daniel, Andrew giving him a wink and smirk that made Daniels' ***** boil. But what could he do? He had already been beaten up in front of his wife, pissed on and ****** to lick his shitty asshole. The one thing Daniel asked Andrew not to do was humiliate him in public, as that would be going to far. He was willing to accept everything else, no matter how hard it was for him. Now Andrew was taking this too far. Something had to be done. Daniel had to speak up.

"This has gone to far." Daniel said with authority. "Everyone just saw you two all over each other in Burger King, for Pete's sake. What the fuck are you two doing to me?"

"We can't help it, honey." Laryssa responded. "We just can't help it."

"Actually she can't help it" Andrew jumped in. "I'm content with keeping it my pants for you buddy, but your tight little bride is all over my stick every time she sees me.' Andrew said with a smirk, stuffing his dirty thumb in Laryssa's mouth as he talked. "What can I say, you're wife wants me more than she does you."]

"Andrew, you were supposed to be my best friend. What did I ever do to you that would make you steal my wife away from me like this."

"Hey, I never did anything. I was sure your wife hated my guts, man I heard every word she said about me behind my back. She called me a sweaty, disgusting, filthy loser. Now she takes 10 minutes out of her day every night to bury her nose in my armpits. You want a fuckin explanation, ask her, dude."

"I just can't help it honey. He smells so good, he tastes so dirty, and those lips....oh, those lips. Ugh, I could suck on them for hours!"

"You told me you hated the way he smelled."

"Something happened. If he hadn't stopped humiliating you all the time, maybe I wouldn't have noticed him, but I just can't help it. I love fucking your best friend. I love how he fucks me, how he uses me, and how he makes me come back to you every night well fucked. I love being his little whore."

Sure enough, most people around us heard the conversation, and people were laughing and pointing at Daniel. Andrew was once the tag-along—the guy you didn't want to get stuck with at a party, and now he was fucking the hottest young blond in the neighborhood, despite her husband being his best friend. They gloated and basked in their affair, and seemed to fuck harder when they were humiliating Laryssa's husband. Laryssa would create contests and games, promising the winner a blowjob or fuck, and Daniel would come up short every time. Andrew would wrestle Daniel in his backyard when Laryssa was home on purpose, just to show off his prowess, as well as need to show her his power over her husband. Sometimes he would beat Daniel so bad, that Daniel would have no choice to give up. This would always fuel Andrew's ego, and would usually end up with Daniel getting pissed on, or Laryssa taking a mouthful of cum in front of Daniel's face.

Daniel drove the two lovers back to his place, where they made out in the back seat the entire ride. Once they reached home, Laryssa told Daniel to do some grocery shopping, and to not disturb them when he returned. Daniel seized the opportunity to think things over. How far was he willing to let this go? How much could he be put through? How much did Laryssa matter to him? Was Daniel's tolerance of what was happening a result of his ego, or the fact that he was losing her to his best friend the bigger issue? Was this really about Laryssa at all, or did it all come down to Andrew's dominance over him? Too many questions, too few answers. The only thing he knew for sure was that his wife was cheating on him with his best friend openly, and he had allowed it all to happen.

Driving home with the car full of groceries, Daniel realized what he needed to do. He needed to put his foot down, showing them who was the boss around here. It was his wife Andrew was fucking, and hit was his home he was fucking her in! Daniel could allow himself to be walked all over on no longer. He would ***** his wife to choose between Andrew and Daniel. It was the only sane thing to do.

No it wasn't. Daniel knew the truth. He knew his wife well, and he knew Andrew even better. He knew Andrew wasn't getting any on his own, despite his massive cock. He knew Laryssa had a sexual appetite that Daniel couldn't compete with. He knew how his wife and best friend had felt about each other. And if it came down to Daniel or Andrew, she was going to choose Andrew. Those were the facts, and that was the truth.

And the truth hurt.

He would have to put up with it. He couldn't loose the love of his life. So what if she had a boyfriend on the side. So what if she was ******** with his best friend? He could learn to live with it, couldn't he? Daniel pondered this as he entered the house, groceries in both hands. He empted the bags and walked over to the bedroom, ease dropping on Andrew and Laryssa's conversation, the door closed before him. They were planning the revelation of their affair on national television—the Jerry Springer show!

At this point, Daniel had lost his cool. Broadcasting their love and Daniel's cuckoldry on the Springer show would have been sexually gratifying for them, but there would be no going back for Daniel after that. No one would look at him the same again.

Daniel barged into the bedroom, stunning both Laryssa and Andrew, who were naked and cuddling in each other's arms. Daniel jumped on the bed smacked the baseball cap of his head, which got Andrew's attention right away. "So, you wanna fight again, *************** Andrew laughed, pushing Daniel of the bed. Andrew got up and walked over to Daniel, who also rose. They stared at each other face-to-face, eye-to-eye. Only Andrew was completely naked and sweaty, his fat cock dangling between his legs, fresh hickeys and lipstick stuck to his neck.

" How many times to I have to beat you down before you stay down, huh?" said Andrew to Daniel.

"Fuck you, Andrew, you were supposed to be my friend. This has got to end. Now."

"So leave, then. No one wants you around anyways. Your wife and I want to be together. If you got a problem with that, why don't you just leave."

"No, this is my house—my life! That's my wife!"

"Listen, you little wimp, I don't have time for this shi—"

"No, listen Andrew. I've been thinking, and well, if she wants you, I can accept that"

"Really, wimp?"

"Really." Daniel began, looking down in defeat. He turned to Laryssa and continued. "But then I want a clear divorce. No scandal, no more ********, no more ***********. Cut me loose. I'll get out of your life."

"Not so fast, buddy. It doesn't have to be this way."

"What do you mean?"

Laryssa decided to speak, finally. "Honey, you know I love you, but what I have with Andrew, it's not love. It's sex. Pure, ***********, amazing sex. He fucks me good, he fucks me raw, but most importantly, he fucks me. But that's all. I don't love him, and he doesn't love me. We don't want to stop seeing each other, but I don't' want to lose you either. Do you understand so far?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Can you live with that then, honey" Laryssa said to Daniel with loving innocent eyes. "I don't want us to lose our marriage. We're so good together. But honey, you can't compete with me in bed, you've even admitted that." Andrew started to chuckle before Laryssa threw a pillow at him. "Andrew can give me so much more than you can, but outside of the bedroom, I'm all yours."

"You better take that deal wimp." Andrew said as he walked back into bed with Laryssa, grabbing her and caressing her ass, his lips kissing her neck. "That's the best offer you're gonna get."

Most men would have left at that point. Daniel, however, had too much pride, and shook his head in agreement, making Andrew laugh out loud. Daniel made the ridiculous choice of staying. He couldn't give up on his marriage, and he felt a little secure in the knowledge that if his wife was fucking anyone else besides him, it was his best friend. Admitting this to himself, Daniel shocked the both of them by asking if he could watch them fuck sometime. Laryssa and Daniel giggled to each other and reluctantly agreed, kissing each other in the process. Daniel watched them kiss and found his erection hardening. He seemed to like the fact that his wife was cheating on him with his own best friend. To add insult to injury that "best friend" was once Laryssa's most hated man, and to see her sucking her cock with reckless abandon really made Daniel hard. The smirk that Andrew gave Daniel as he rammed his smelly cock in and out of her mouth, the mushroom head dancing on her pouty lips, was a big turn on.

ONE WEEK LATER

Being subjected to ass-rimming and ball licking was not above Daniel, as he was getting more and more comfortable with it as the days went by. He barely talked to Laryssa anymore. With in a week, Daniel was fully subservient to anything Andrew told him. Sure, Daniel put on many of his "I'm not gonna do that ****" outbursts, but in the end, Andrew would just remind him that he'd be embarrassing himself by denying what he wants and what he is. A sissy boy wimp cuckold, defeated at the hands of the neighborhood loser.

Andrew made Daniel take pictures of Laryssa licking Andrew's toes, shaving his balls and smelling his armpits. He was ****** to hold Andrew's cock whenever Andrew needed to piss, and wipe his ass whenever Andrew took a ****, and this was when Laryssa wasn't there. When she was, Daniel was the obedient cuckold, doing whatever either of them wanted, which ranged from cooking diner to getting slapped in the face by Andrew's monster tool. Sometimes they would call up Daniel at work and make him listen to them fuck at home, and Laryssa would say the most disgusting things, like where she was licking him, how she chewed on his cum. The worst time was when the three of them were at one of Laryssa's friend's parties, and Andrew made Daniel tell all her friends that Andrew had the bigger cock between them. This put Andrew in the good books with Laryssa's friends, most of which Andrew wanted to bone. Andrew would interrupt Daniel whenever he was spotted with his friends and tell them all about Daniel's little adventures, which made Daniel lose a lot of friends really fast. But Daniel was persistent; he was not willing to give up. He was not willing to lose the marriage. He was not willing to lose his wife. He was not willing to lose...period.

So the game kept going. Andrew would fuck Laryssa hard in the front porch, which no one could really see unless you stared hard. Still, Daniel wouldn't leave. Daniel's tongue started to taste like **** from cleaning Andrew's ****ty ass, but Daniel wouldn't budge. Even when Laryssa tied up Daniel to a chair, put the chair at the foot of their bed and rode Andrew like a rodeo, Daniel just would not go away.

Concerned for their friend, Daniel came home one day to find his friends waiting for him in the living room. It was a little intervention, with Daniel's buddies trying to talk some sense into him. They screamed and shouted, stressing the point they were making, that Daniel had to leave Laryssa. That she found someone else, and he had t move on. They couldn't make Daniel understand that by tagging along with his wife and boyfriend, he was humiliating himself. Daniel wouldn't listen to reason though, and dismissed all of their concerns.

Daniel awoke later that day to Laryssa's screams, begging Andrew to fuck her hard, harder, fast, faster. He listened to their bed creek and squeak. He tried hard to ignore his wife's cries for more, and tried not to take it personally when she screamed how it was the best cock she ever had. He didn't make eye contact when a sweaty, smelly Andrew came downstairs and sat beside him on the couch, wearing only his boxers. Andrew put his arm around Daniel and asked how life was treating him. Daniel sarcastically replied that it "couldn't be better." Andrew smiled at Daniel, watched Laryssa walk down the stairs, limping a little. Daniel saw the limp and knew it was the result of a good fuck, making him hard and sick at the same time. Laryssa told Daniel to get her a beer, and Andrew told him he needed one too. Daniel sighed, looked at the lovers kissing passionately and went to the kitchen. When he returned, Laryssa had her face buried in Andrew's crotch, and Andrew winked at him and smiled.

Daniel knew his friends were right. He knew they were only trying to help him, and he realized he had to leave. He watched Laryssa bob her head back and forth on Andrew's big tool, with Andrew's hands grabbing her hair and pulling it with each thrust his waist gave her mouth. He grabbed his car keys, walked out of the house and looked at Laryssa and Andrew one last time before he closed the door.

"See ya guys, have a good life." He said, shedding a tear as he left.

"Whatever dude, you'll be back." Responded Andrew, smirking as the door closed.

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The Third Wheel

I never should have let things spiral out of control the way they had, but part of me wanted to...part of me liked being a lackey for my best friend-turned bully.

Andrew was the kid brother of a mutual friend of my wife, Laryssa, and I. He would tag along with us wherever we went, be it movies our just hanging out with our friends. My friends couldn't stand him, and my wife hated him. Still, Andrew was a loyal companion, following me around wherever I went. The only drawback for me was that he could only communicate with negatives, usually putting me down in front of my friends and wife to make himself look better. My friend and wife hated that about him, but it ultimately proved to be one of my downfalls the more Andrew hammered it home.

It was often joked that Laryssa was way to hot for me, and I'll admit, I was lucky to get her. She ran her own company, had her own money, and really wore the pants in the relationship. She was often referred to as the hottest girl in the neighbourhood, and still in her 20s. I was in my early 30s, still suffering from acne scars, but trying to compensate for my looks by working out. I worked too, but wasn't half as successful as my wife. Andrew, on the other hand, worked where he could find it, but I found myself supporting him with cigarettes and spending money out of pity, which he had no trouble taking. I once told my wife in bed that I wished I had Andrew's looks, because he didn't have the acne scars I did, had no blemishes at all really. He was stronger than I was too, often beating me up whenever we play fought, something that he liked to do whenever my wife and friends were around.

I never should have told my wife that I thought he was better looking than I was, because she told me a few days later that I was right - he was really cute. It bothered me that she said that to me, days later I brought it up, to boot, because it meant that she was thinking about him in a way that made me uncomfortable. It also bothered me because the thought of my wife thinking about my best friend in a sexual way gave me a raging hard on. I beat off multiple times over the week thinking about my wife and my best friend in ways I should never have entertained.

I came back from a business trip a few weeks later and was kind of irked that Andrew and Laryssa had been spending some time together while I was gone - neither of them told me, rather my friends had told me to watch out for him, suggesting he had bad intentions towards my wife's fidelity. I didn't bring it up again, but caught my wife and Andrew cuddled up on my loveseat at home when I came home from work one afternoon, whispering to each other and laughing, completely oblivious to my presence. I cleared my throat and both of them took notice of me, their happiness changing to dread. Andrew excused himself and play-slapped me on the cheek a few times before leaving.

Andrew and I barely had contact over the next while, but he and my wife were texting each other like crazy instead. My jealousy grew when my friend, Rob, as well as his girlfriend, got two tickets to a sold-out concert my wife really wanted to go to, and, right in front of me, instead of giving the extra ticket to me - her husband - Rob gave the ticket to Andrew instead, hi-fiving him in the process. Days later, I saw pictures of the concert via Facebook on Rob's girlfriend's account, including my wife with her arms around Andrew's neck, and his arms around her waist, embracing, their lips an inch apart.

I was becoming the third wheel in both my marriage and my friend's social outings. Andrew had replaced me as Laryssa's companion everywhere she went, I was never invited out anymore by them or with her - she just took Andrew everywhere and it was never questioned. She talked about him a lot when we were alone, but she became more of my roommate then her husband. I even stopped touching her in bed because she was "saving herself for something special".

I got fired from my job not long afterwards and took to ********. I was making quite a fool out of myself publicly, telling everyone who would listen at bars about my troubled marriage, my job, and my so-called best-friend. One particular day, though, was the beginning of the end: I had started ******** at the local pub at 5, and by 9, I was plastered. Turing to go home, I saw my friends at a table, including Andrew and Laryssa, who all saw me. For whatever reason, I decided to attack Andrew physically in my ******* state, but it was hardly an attack. Andrew punched me in the stomach and I fell to his feet. I got on my knees and looked up at him and he smirked at me, his eyes then meeting Laryssa's. He winked at her, grabbed me by the collar and told the bartender he'd "take care of the *****", flinging me outside and throwing me against the wall. I slid down, hammered as fuck, my mouth open, and a stream of piss bounced off my lips...in my hair, on my face...Andrew's thick rope of piss coming at me full *****. He zipped up and went back inside to make the best of his night, no doubt telling them what he just did to me.

I sobered up at home and waited for Laryssa all night, but she never came home. When she finally did the next morning, I confronted her about where she spent the night, and was enraged when she told me she "spent the night in the arms of a real man", which really felt like a punch in the stomach. She softened the blow by telling me that "nothing happened, though...as much as I wanted it to". This broke my heart, and instead of making a mature decision, I retaliated, *********, by telling her that "at least I have a bigger cock than he does" and walked away. "We'll see." she muttered under her breath, but loud enough for me to hear.

It really bothered me that she made that comment. It was abundantly clear to me that, at this point, even though she said nothing happened between them sexually, my wife gave it tremendous thought. I don't know what possessed me to do this, but I decided to invite Andrew over, bypassing the events that had transpired over the last few weeks, in hopes of putting all of it behind us. The night turned into a nightmare though. I was the third wheel all night, making dinner for Andrew and Laryssa while they flirted on the couch, feeding each other appetizers, Laryssa sucking sauce off his fingers. I kept trying to inject myself into their private conversations at the dinner table, but Andrew just kept making me look stupid by belittling my responses. Eventually, I ended up washing dishes while Andrew and Laryssa retreated into my bedroom and closed the door.

I decided to grow some balls and barged into the bedroom, hardly startling them. Andrew lay on his back, Laryssa lay in his arms, her hands caressing his his chest, her lips in his ears, his smirk at me hitting me like daggers. "She told me," he said to me. "She told me you wished you looked like me, and now you think you have more meat than I do, too?" he said with a smile. Andrew got up and faced me, eye to eye. "That's really pathetic." he said. "No matter how hard you try, you'll never be like me."

Laryssa got off the bed and pulled out a ruler. "Let's do this, just for fun." she said, all giddy. With my eyes locked on Andrew's, Laryssa got on her knees and pulled my jogging pants down, revealing an average 6". Her face remained unchanged, but suddenly she smiled and looked up at Andrew and slowly unbuckled his belt. Andrew shoved me out of the way with the back of his forearm and raised his eyebrow. "You're in trouble now!" he said as my wife unzipped his fly and slowly pulled his jeans down. The aroma of his package hit the room strongly, he really did smell like a real man. Andrew stood tall and triumphant as my wife's jaw hit the ground - Andrew's beer-can thick 11" hit her on the face and rested on her lips, his hairless grapefruit-sized sack being held by her tiny hands. I closed my eyes and walked out of the room a defeated man. I didn't come home that night, spending the night at a friend's.

The next day went by and Laryssa and Andrew treated me as if the night never happened. I don't know what happened with them after I left the house, nor did I want to know. I decided to block it out and concentrate on my future, preparing my resume, when, as luck would have it, my computer conked out. I called up Andrew and asked if he would mind letting me use his, which he had no problem with. I strolled over to his place and walked right into is bedroom, since the door was open. My mood turned sour when I found Laryssa there, lying on his bed, wearing a tight t-shirt and short-shorts. I was startled to see her there, but ignored my reaction and sat down his desk. Andrew slapped me on the head a few times before cuddling up on the bed with my wife, and the two started their flirtations again, whispering to each other but loud enough to distract me. I ease dropped and heard Laryssa ask my so-called best friend about his lack of pubic hair, and how often he shaved it, which he replied, "once a week, but I thought you might wanna help me this time?", which she accepted. They both got up and Laryssa grabbed his hand, leading him out of the room. Andrew grabbed his shaver and told me that if I needed him, he'd "be in the other room".

It was nice to get some piece and quiet from those two, and when I finished, there was utter silence in the apartment. I crept up closer to the sound of an electric shaver coming from the bathroom, and saw my wife on her knees in front of Andrew, who was standing above the toilet, legs spread. My wife was slowly shaving the curves of Andrew's enormous ballsack with one hand, the other hand cupping them. Andrew had his head back, his big hands entwined in my wife's long hair, both hands grabbing a handful. His big fat cock was resting on her lips, the head on her bottom lip, and when they noticed me standing there, both turned their heads towards me, a stream of pre-cum attached from Andrew's dick to my wife's bottom lip. Andrew smiled and winked at me, made a shooting-gun sign with his thumb and index finger, and I turned and left, once again, the third wheel.

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Watching Sheldon


No one could see me hiding in the bushes at Sheldon's house, considering it was broad daylight. If Sheldon looked directly out the window, I would have been noticed for sure, but this was something I had to risk. Knowing that Laryssa, my wife of 2 years, was fucking the neighbourhood jock, I had to see what took my wife's attention away from me.

Now mind you, she had no idea I knew about her little affair. All the signs were there, though I was not so quick to catch on. Our sex life had diminished to heavy petting, and she'd always have her eyes closed when I touched her in bed. I knew she was thinking about someone else, but who? Who would have the balls to mess up our marriage?

Then the rumours started. My wife was seen a lot with Sheldon, this jock in his young twenties, who made more money than I did, mostly from selling pot within the neighbourhood. He lived a few streets down, which was very evident, since almost every resident in the neighbourhood could hear his stereo blasting with their doors closed. He was a jock, always on the basketball courts, rugged, tough, tall and intimidating. People didn't mess with him, and those who did usually ended up getting hurt. I didn't have a bad relationship with him, although I don't think I ever really had any time of friendship with him. We said 'Hi' anytime we passed by one another, and that was about it.

My wife, on the other hand, had always thought Sheldon was hot. She watched him on the courts when we were at the park, and would always give him a smile when he'd check her out. It always kind of turned me on when I saw this blatant flirting right in front of me, but I never did or said anything about it.

When I heard she was spending time on the courts without me, I immediately knew she was hanging out with Sheldon. Sometimes I saw them talking at the park, and I even ran into them at McDonalds, in what was a very awkward moment for all three of us. It seemed innocent, and I didn't even give it a second thought as I left without them. I was content with the fact that my wife was making new friends, dismissing my suspicions that she was trying to get in his pants.

One day I was walking home from work and saw Sheldon riding his mini-van up the street, his hip-hop music blasting loud enough to wake up the dead. I almost stopped and froze when I saw my wife's pretty blond head raise from his lap, smile, lick her lips and lower her head again Sheldon pulled over, not noticing me walking by the mini-van. He was grabbing her hair as she went up and down on his shaft, her moans getting drowned out by the music.

I ran home and immediately pondered what was happening, smoking a cigarette nervously. My wife was cheating on me with her "dream-man"—she really was betraying me! I should have listened to my instincts; I should have listened to the rumours. On the other hand, she was clearly having the time of her life, and I tried to rationalize in my head her affair. She was cheating on me with Sheldon, which meant Sheldon was giving her something I couldn't. She kept it a secret because she was afraid to tell me. I said this to myself over and over until I convinced myself that it was the truth. This was just sex, nothing more.

I started to think about the rumours I ignored previously. All of them were confirmed, and slowly reality came crashing down on me. I thought about the times my wife came home late, or came home and went straight into the shower. What was she doing on her free time? Was she sneaking out to meet him? Anytime I closed my eyes, all I could see was her grinning face sucking off Sheldon's thick member. It would have been a lie if I told you I wasn't hard every time I entertained the thought.

Almost a week of ******* passed before I convinced myself that I needed to see them. Anytime I saw them together, they were calm, cool and collected, with not an ounce of betrayal in sight. Laryssa's loving eyes told me she still loved me, but her smile flat out told me she was getting some. Sheldon's eyes were always modest, but anytime he looked at me, he gave me a look that shouted out "I'm fucking your wife, you wimp-ass mutherfucker."

I heard about them making out in parks, about blowjobs at fast-food restaurants, and about fucking like rabbits behind schools. Upon my way home from work, I noticed her car parked in front of his driveway three afternoons in a row. There was no doubt in my mind that she was getting the hot-beef-injection every time they were together. I had to see them. I had to.

So I sat in the bushes of Sheldon's house, waiting for them to get home. I pictured them walking into the basement (where is bedroom is), and fucking each other's brains out. It didn't take them long, only 45 minutes of me almost falling asleep before his mini-van pulled up, followed by my wife's Porsche right behind it. He waited for her to walk to him before kissing her on the lips, grabbing her ass and whispering in her ear. I couldn't tell what he said, but she immediately broke out laughing, kissing him back in the process. She wrapped her legs around his ass and Sheldon carried her inside, all the way down to his room, before flopping her down on the bed.

She smiled at him as she unbuttoned her blouse, no bra of course. Her jeans slid off easily, showing a lack of panties as well. He dove right into her cunt, lapping away, making her moan his name and grab his short hair hard. Before long, he stood above her and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. She got up on her knees and sniffed his cock through his boxers, sliding them down before his huge 10-incher fell directly on her face. Sheldon's cock was so huge and thick that it covered almost her entire face. He rubbed his cock all over her face, making her smell his balls, which she didn't hesitate to lick. I watched in envy as Sheldon grabbed a handful of my wife's blond hair and thrusted his fat cock in and out of her mouth, going slow at first and picking up the pace within a couple of minutes. She grabbed his ass, and before she knew it, Sheldon screamed out "I'm fucking cumming!" shooting buckets of cum all over her face. If ever there was a defining facial moment, this was it. He wouldn't stop cumming, loads and loads poured all over Laryssa's face, falling from her nose, her chin, dripping into her ear. Laryssa wiped her eyes so she could see, letting a puddle of cum fall to the floor. She smiled and looked up at him, thanking her for such a treat. She fell down in the bed and told him to get ready, but instead Sheldon told her to relax and get comfortable. He had to go take a piss.

I watched my wife roll around in Sheldon's bed, getting comfortable at her boyfriend's request, her smile still evident, her glow radiant. She tucked herself in his sheets and began scooping cum of her face and tasting it with her fingers. Such a dirty girl my wife was, and I had no idea until now. I was still kneeling outside in the bushes, peeping through Sheldon's window when I heard branches breaking towards me. When I looked up at the shadow that fell upon me, I was greeted with a stream of water falling on my head. That water had a familiar scent. It was piss.

Someone was pissing on me! I didn't want to move, in case whoever was doing it didn't' know I was there. Revealing myself would only cause embarrassment, so I stayed put. On the other hand, I could be getting pissed on because of my voyeurism adventure out here. Like an idiot, I debated this as my entire jacket slowly became drenched in yellow smelly piss. Finally, I slowly turned my head up and saw Sheldon standing above me, his hand on his cock, giving himself one final shake. He looked at me, shaking his head in disgust, and tucked his dick back into his boxers, a dick that was still relatively large in its soft state. We made eye contact, but there were no words that needed to be said. I had to leave, or get my ass kicked. I slowly got up, and tried my best not to make any more eye contact with him.

I wasn't an idiot, but I wasn't particularly brave either. It was one thing that he was fucking my wife, but getting caught watching him do it changed the landscape entirely. He saw me hiding in the fucking bushes, and I didn't even do anything about it! I just head my head and walked away like some pathetic wimp! What kind of man, what kind of husband was I? As humiliating as this was, I didn't even think about the consequences of what just happened. Would Sheldon tell my wife what happened? What would she say? What would I tell her? What would the people in our neighbourhood going to say about us? A million questions flooded my mind, and panic started to rush in. I lit up a cigarette and pondered the situation at hand. As I did, I noticed a stain on the front of my pants, a stain Sheldon must have seen, no doubt. Great, now he knew that I was turned on by what I saw.

Les aventures de Marie

Marie se préparait pour sortir, ce soir elle allait au restaurant avec ses collègues. Benoit, *** mari, était une fois de plus en déplacement, en effet, avec *** travail de consultant en informatique, il réalisait souvent des missions assez longues chez des clients dans toute la France.

Marie avait fini par s'accommoder de cette situation, et c'est souvent qu'elle sortait avec ses collègues Florence et Eva. Elles travaillent toutes les trois au service comptabilité d'un groupe français d'agroalimentaire et ont à peu près le même âge.

Florence a 29 ans, est mariée, brune, plutôt grande et élancée, 1m75 pour 58 Kg. Malgré sa grossesse, elle a toujours un corps à faire tomber les hommes et rendre jalouse les autres femmes. Elle s'habille souvent classique mais chic, tailleurs cintrés, pantalons en toile près du corps. *** petit garçon a maintenant 3 ans et ces sorties hebdomadaires lui permettent un peu de s'échapper du train-train quotidien.

Eva a 24, elle est encore célibataire, elle est également brune et un peu plus petite que Florence mais avec des formes plus généreuses. Elle se contente pour l'instant de papillonner ici et là. Il lui arrive parfois de raconter ses aventures à ses collègues, ce qui a souvent pour effet de gêner la prude Marie et au contraire d'émoustiller Florence.

Marie quant à elle va bientôt avoir 26 ans. Elle mesure 1m 65, est blonde assez mince et avec une jolie petite poitrine. Avec *** mari Vincent, ils n'ont pas encore d'enfant. Marie ne sent pas encore prête pour assumer le rôle de mère, de plus les fréquents déplacements ce Benoit ne l'incitent pas non plus à franchir le pas.

Marie finissait donc se préparer pour sa sortie du jeudi soir, on était en plein mois de septembre, il faisait encore assez doux. Elle avait choisi de mettre une petite jupe grise assez légère qui lui arrivait au-dessus du genou avec un chemisier blanc et un petit gilet gris. Elle portait également un joli petit string blanc et le soutien-gorge qui allait avec. Elle avait longuement hésité entre un collant et une paire de bas, elle avait finalement opté pour les bas car ce soir elle avait envie de se sentir belle et désirable.

Une fois au restaurant, elles passèrent, comme d'habitude, la soirée à refaire le monde. Tout le monde y passa, les hommes, le boulot, les collègues, mais une fois de plus, Mr Lambert leur chef de service occupa une place de choix parmi ces discussions. Mr Lambert devait avoir une quarantaine d'années, il est petit, un peu enrobé avec un physique banal. Mais ce ***t surtout *** regard et ses attitudes qui dérangeaient les filles, il était notamment très tactile.

Quand il allait voir une de ses collaboratrices, il ne pouvait s'empêcher de la toucher, c'était souvent innocent, comme une main sur l'épaule, mais c'était systématique. Il avait également tendance à reluquer les jambes de ces dames quand celles-ci portaient des jupes et souvent *** regard avait tendance à plonger dans les décolletés.

Florence : dis donc marie, t'es toute pimpante ce soir, ce n'est pas souvent qu'on te voit en jupe.

Marie : oh merci du compliment, mais c'est sûr que ce n'est pas au travail que tu me verras avec une jupe, sauf quand Mr Lambert est en congés ou en déplacement. Et puis ce soir, je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais j'avais envie de me faire belle ...

Eva : Ahhhh Monsieur Lambert, quel gros dégelasse celui-là, l'autre jour en faisant le point sur les impayés, il est venu à côté de moi et comme d'habitude, il n'a pas pu s'empêcher de me mettre la main sur l'épaule.

Marie : Vous comprenez pourquoi je me mets rarement en jupe quand il lest là, avec ses mains baladeuses et *** regard vicelard, cela ne me tente pas vraiment ...

Eva : Moi aussi j'ai bien vu *** petit manège, mais moi, je fais tout pour le provoquer ..... ce gros porc


Florence : Et bien dis donc tu n'as pas froid aux yeux .....moi je ne m'y risquerai pas, mais tu fais quoi pour l'allumer

Eva : et bien souvent quand je suis en jupe, je mets une paire de bas, et comme je sais que dès que je recule ma chaise d'un mètre il a une vue imparable sur mes jambes, et bien je lui donne la matière à regarder.

Marie : Mais tu es folle, il va croire que tu le dragues ....

Eva : mais ne t'inquiètes pas, je fais ça de manière discrète, je lui fais croire que c'est involontaire, en fait j'ai une technique, je recule ma chaise, je me tourne un peu sur la droite et je me penche pour faire semblant de chercher quelque chose dans mon sac qui est à terre. Quand je fais ça, ma jupe a tendance à remonter, il peut alors constater que je porte des bas, ça se trouve il voit même la couleur de ma culotte. Cela ne dure que 5-6 secondes, mais je suis sûre qu'il en prend plein les yeux.

Florence : Et bien dis donc, je ne vais plus jamais oser prendre quelque chose dans mon sac.
Eva : En plus quand je lui fais le coup, il devient tout rouge et peu de temps après il quitte *** bureau pour aller aux toilettes ...... je suis sûre qu'il va se soulager en se faisant une petite branlette ......

Sur ce commentaire, les trois jeunes filles éclatèrent de rire, la soirée se poursuivit agréablement. Au moment de quitter le restaurant pour aller prendre un verre dans un pub juste à côté, Florence leur fit faux bond.

Florence : Pour le dernier verre, ce sera sans moi les filles, je suis fatiguée et je ne me sens pas très bien.
Marie : Bon bah tant pis, et puis moi aussi je suis un peu fatiguée, je crois que je vais rentrer également, tu ne nous en veux pas Eva ?

Eva : Non ce n'est pas grave, vous n'avez qu'à rentrer, comme ça en plus vous ne me ferez pas concurrence ce soir, je vais essayer de me dégotter un mec pour la soirée ...

Marie : Décidemment, tu es incorrigible ...

Florence : Bon et bien amuses toi bien ... je compte sur toi pour nous dire si la pèche a été bonne

Sur ce, Florence et Marie rentrèrent respectivement chez elles, tandis qu'Eva les quittait pour se mettre en "chasse" ...

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Patrice força la serrure de la porte de derrière, avec *** compère Michel, ils avaient observé les habitudes des propriétaires, le mari était en déplacement et la femme était sortie. Ils avaient attendu la nuit pour venir cambrioler cette mai*** et ils savaient qu'ils avaient encore environ une heure pour réaliser leur larcin. Patrice et Michel avançaient silencieusement dans la mai*** vide la lampe torche à la main. Ils fouillaient méthodiquement chaque pièce de la mai***, ils cherchaient principalement de l'argent, des bijoux, des chéquiers, ....

Patrice était en train de fouiller la chambre de Marie, il regardait dans tous les tiroirs et tomba sur celui où elle rangeait ses sous-vêtements. Il y avait un peu de tout : des slips en coton du genre "petit bateau", des slips, des strings et des boxers beaucoup plus jolis et sexy, il trouva même, "oublié" tout au fond du tiroir un superbe ensemble en dentelle blanche composé d'un string qui était quasiment transparent, du soutien-gorge assorti ainsi que d'un très joli porte-jarretelles blanc avec une large ceinture de maintien. Il y avait également sous l'ensemble deux pochettes en plastique qui contenaient chacune une paire de bas, des noirs et des gris.

Benoit avait acheté cet ensemble à Marie pour la Saint-Valentin, elle ne l'avait mis qu'une fois le soir même, Benoit avait insisté pour qu'elle passe l'ensemble afin de vérifier si tout allait bien au niveau de la taille. Elle l'avait ensuite ôté et ne l'avait plus jamais remis. Sans le dire à *** mari, elle trouvait que cela faisait un peu "pute". Malgré tout elle se disait en elle-même qu'un jour elle le remettrait pour faire plaisir à *** mari, mais elle ne l'avait toujours pas fait.

A la vue de ces jolis sous-vêtements, Patrice se surprit à avoir un début d'érection, il est vrai que cela le changeait des grosses culottes taille 46 qu'il avait souvent l'occasion de découvrir lors de ses visites nocturnes.

Un bruit le sortit de sa douce rêverie, c'était la porte d'entrée qui venait de s'ouvrir ....

Il éteignit vite sa lampe et se cacha derrière l'armoire ...

Patrice se dit alors: Putain c'est pas vrai, elle devait pas rentrer avant une heure ... il faut absolument qu'on se tire.

Le problème pour Patrice était que pour ressortir par où ils étaient venus, il fallait qu'il passe devant la porte d'entrée, c'est pourquoi il se cacha derrière le côté de l'armoire de la chambre de Marie en attendant de pouvoir tenter une sortie.

Patrice : Merde, j'espère qu'elle ne va pas venir ici tout de suite que je puisse me barrer ....... et Michel, pourvu qu'il ait eu le temps de se planquer aussi

Patrice entendit un bruit de clés que l'on pose, Marie venait de les laisser comme tous les soirs sur la commode près de la porte d'entrée. Il commençait à devenir très nerveux et scrutait la chambre pour essayer de trouver une meilleure cachette, il tomba alors sur le valet de chambre qui était le long du mur juste à côté de lui.

Il se dit alors : Faut pas que je reste ici, si elle rentre dans la chambre, elle va ********* venir poser ses affaires ici.

Au moment où il se disait ça, Marie entra dans la chambre et se dirigea tout droit vers *** valet de chambre, elle tomba alors nez à nez avec Patrice, elle poussa alors un cri strident qui fit trembler les tympans de Patrice. Celui ci se jeta sur Marie en lui plaquant sa main sur la bouche pour l'empêcher d'ameuter tout le voisinage. Il la projeta ensuite sur le lit en le retournant. Sans qu'elle ait pu esquisser le moindre geste, Marie se retrouva allongée sur le ventre, d'une main Patrice lui bloquait les deux bras derrière *** dos et de l'autre il étouffait ses cris en lui plaquant sur la bouche.

Patrice appela alors Michel à la rescousse : Michel t'es là, putain viens m'aider ......

Michel fit irruption dans la chambre, quand Marie est rentrée il était en train d'inspecter le salon et s'était dissimulé derrière le canapé quand il l'a entendue rentrer.

Patrice : Viens m'aider à l'attacher ........ regarde dans les tiroirs, j'ai vu des collants, va en chercher, on va l'attacher avec .......

Michel alla fouiller dans les tiroirs de la l'armoire, il finit par tomber sur celui où Marie rangeait ses collants, il en prit une poignée qu'il vint poser sur le lit.

Michel sortit alors un cran d'arrêt de la poche de *** jean, il en fit sortir la lame qu'il mit sous l'œil de Marie en lui disant : Ecoute ma belle, on va t'attacher au lit le temps que l'on décide de ce que l'on va faire de toi ...


Patrice relâcha alors *** étreinte, la retourna dos sur le lit, puis ils lui attachèrent les bras et les pieds aux quatre coins du lit, Patrice apporta une petite touche finale au tableau en lui fourrant une des ses culottes "petit bateau" dans la bouche pour l'empêcher de crier.

Marie était maintenant ligotée sur le lit une petite culotte dans la bouche, ses larmes avaient fait dégouliner *** mascara sur *** visage. Elle était terrorisée, elle se demandait ce qu'ils allaient faire d'elle, elle se mit à imaginer le pire, elle repensa à ses parents, *** mari, ses copines, l'enfant qu'elle n'avait pas encore eu.
Pendant ce temps, Patrice et Michel étaient devant la porte de la chambre à coucher en pleine concertation. Marie les observait avec attention essayant d'entendre ce qu'ils allaient faire d'elle.

Patrice était grand et athlétique. Il devait mesurer environ 1 m 85 et devait avoir la quarantaine. Il avait les cheveux gri***nants, c'était plutôt un bel homme. *** acolyte avait à peu près le même âge, il était plus petit mais avait l'air aussi très athlétique. Il avait le cheveu un peu long et gras. Il n'était ni moche ni beau, il avait en fait un physique assez quelconque.

Michel : Putain qu'est ce qu'on va faire, si elle nous balance aux flics avec mon casier et ma conditionnelle j'ai, je risque de prendre pas mal cette fois ...

Patrice : Je sais bien, tu crois que c'est différent pour moi, avec mon passif, il ne va pas me louper le juge cette fois.

Michel : Qu'est ce qu'on va faire ......


Patrice regarda Marie, elle se débattait comme un misérable ver sur le lit, en essayant de se défaire de l'étreinte des collants, elle avait fait un peu remonter sa jupe, Patrice distinguait ainsi très nettement la jarretière de ses bas.

Il dit à Michel : je crois que j'ai une idée, mais laisse-moi faire, OK ?

Michel : OK, mais j'espère qu'elle est bonne ...

Patrice : T'inquiètes si ça se passe comme je l'espère tu risques de ne pas être déçu

Patrice alla alors s'asseoir sur le lit à coté de Marie, Michel quant à lui, alla s'asseoir sur un fauteuil au coin de la chambre.


Patrice : tu sais ma chérie, on ne te veut pas de mal, bien au contraire et si tu te montres gentille avec nous, on aura aucune rai*** de te faire du mal.

Tout en lui disant ça, Patrice avait remonté la jupe de Marie sur *** ventre, et il lui caressait l'intérieur des cuisses, passant sans cesse de ses bas vers la peau de ses jambes.

Marie était pétrifiée, elle n'osait plus bouger, elle fermait les yeux, tout ce qu'elle sentait c'était le souffle chaud de Patrice dans *** cou.


Patrice se décida à passer à la vitesse supérieure, il passait maintenant *** majeur sur le string de marie, il sentait les formes de sa fente à travers le tissu. Comme elle était attachée en croix sur le lit, il n'avait aucun mal pour accéder à l'intimité de sa victime.

Marie ne disait toujours rien, elle se forçait à fermer les yeux et se disait en elle-même : vivement qu'il tire *** coup, comme ça il me laissera tranquille après ...

Après quelques minutes de ce traitement, Patrice accéléra les choses, il écarta délicatement le string de Marie et commença à la caresser. Il passa ses doigts le long du sexe de Marie, celui-ci était soigneusement épilé, et *** pubis était orné d'un joli petit triangle de poils blonds. Patrice était très doux et délicat dans ses gestes, il voulait faire naitre l'excitation dans le bas-ventre de sa captive.

Marie d'efforçait de penser à autre chose, mais elle commençait à sentir une vague de chaleur qui montait de *** entrejambe, elle essayait de la combattre, mais elle avait de plus en plus de mal.

Patrice sentait que la fente de Marie commençait à s'humidifier, il décida alors d'introduire *** majeur dans le sexe de Marie, celle-ci poussa un léger soupir, Patrice ne savait pas si c'était un soupir de douleur ou de plaisir.

Le doigt de Patrice continua de fouiller délicatement l'intimité de sa victime, le sexe de Marie était maintenant trempé, Patrice inséra alors un deuxième doigt, Marie poussa de nouveau un soupir beaucoup plus sourd celui-là, cette fois il en était sûr elle commençait à être sérieusement excitée.

Celait faisait maintenant 30 minutes que Patrice caressait Marie, *** bassin ondulait maintenant au rythme des doigts de Patrice, elle avait les souffle court et ses joues commençaient à rougir. Patrice ôta alors le "bâillon" de la bouche de Marie, *** souffle était court, Patrice lui dit : Alors, ça te plait ce que je suis en train de te faire ?

Marie ne put répondre que par un petit "Mmm ..."

Patrice fut déçu de la réponse de Marie, vu les longues minutes qu'il avait passé à la caresser, il s'attendait à une réponse plus expressive ...

Il lui dit alors : Madame est exigeante à ce que je vois, ce n'est pas grave, je vais te sortir le grand jeu.

Patrice descendit *** visage jusqu'au sexe de Marie, celle-ci se dit : "Mon dieu, il va finir par me faire jouir, je ne vais plus tenir très longtemps .."

Il commença à passer sa langue sur la fente de Marie, tout en continuant à la fouiller avec ses deux doigts. Marie mouillait maintenant abondamment, *** bassin ondulait frénétiquement, Patrice avait même du mal à maintenir sa langue sur *** sexe.

Elle devenait maintenant plus expressive :"Mmmmmm .........Ahhhhhhhh "

Patrice : Alors tu préfères comme ça ??

Marie : Mmm ... ouii...

Patrice rajoutait d'une voix beaucoup, plus autoritaire :

J'ai pas bien entendu, tu aimes ça te faire lécher la chatte ...

Les paroles crues de Patrice ne firent qu'exciter encore un peu plus Marie, qui finit par lâcher : Ohh .... ouiiiiiii ....... Ahhh ......Putain .... "

Celui-ci retourna alors à *** ouvrage, cette fois avec un troisième doigt il commença à titiller l'anus de Marie, il décrivait des cercles avec *** doigt tout autour de *** petit trou.

Marie n'en pouvait plus : Ouuhhhhhhhh ......... Ahhhhh .....Mmmmmm .......ouiiiiiiiiiii, vas-y continue......"

Patrice : Alors tu aimes ça ??

Marie : Ohhh ..... OUI ...... j'aime ça ...
Patrice continuait à explorer chaque repli de l'intimité de Marie avec sa langue, il avait même maintenant inséré un doigt dans l'anus de Marie.
Marie était folle; *** bassin était devenu incontrôlable, elle gémissait de plus en plus : Ouuuuuuuuhhhh .......... Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ........Continue .......

Patrice avait de plus en plus en mal à continuer *** travail de sape ... il décida alors de passer aux choses sérieuses.

Il s'adressa à Michel qui regardait avidement la scène tout en en se caressant par-dessus *** pantalon : Viens la détacher ...

Michel se leva et avec *** cran d'arrêt déchira les collants qui maintenaient Marie attachée aux barreaux du lit. Une fois sa tâche accomplie Michel retourna s'asseoir dans le fauteuil.

Patrice ordonna alors à Marie: Mets-toi à quatre pattes sur le lit.

Marie obéit sans dire un mot, elle se mit à quatre pattes et entendit un bruit de ceinture et puis de fermeture éclair.

Marie sentit alors un gland qui allait et venait tout le long de *** intimité, elle soupirait de plaisir : Ahhh vas-y .......... prends-moi ..........

Patrice s'enfonça alors d'un coup sec qui fit lâcher un long gémissement à Marie, puis il commença la pénétrer régulièrement .....

Marie gémissait maintenant de plus en plus fort : Ohhhhhh oui ... continue .... t'arrêtes pas ....encore .......... Mmmmmmmmm ....

Marie n'avait pas vu le sexe de *** "bourreau" mais vu les sensations qu'elle éprouvait, il n'y avait aucun doute qu'il était plus long que celui de *** mari, pas ********* plus gros mais au moins plusieurs 5-6 centimètres de plus ...

Devant cette scène, Michel commençait lui aussi à être très excité, il défit les boutons de *** pantalon et en sortit un sexe impressionnant, il était moins long que celui de *** collègue mais il était très épais et parcouru par de grosses veines qui accentuaient encore en peu plus l'aspect gigantesque de la bête.

Il commençait maintenant à se masturber doucement sous le regard ce Marie. Cette dernière haletait sous les coups de boutoir de *** partenaire, même si intérieurement elle essayait toujours de lutter, *** corps avait pris le dessus sur sa volonté et ne pouvait s'empêcher de cacher le plaisir qu'elle éprouvait.

Patrice s'adressa à Michel : Ne reste pas planter là, viens donc sur le lit, notre hôte va s'occuper de toi ...
Puis il lança à Marie : Tu vas sucer mon pote un peu, et t'as intérêt de t'appliquer ...


Michel vint alors s'allonger sur le lit, il descendit un peu *** boxer et *** pantalon afin que Marie puisse s'occuper correctement de lui.

Patrice poussa alors un peu Marie pour la rapprocher du sexe de *** complice, elle s'accouda sur le lit avec *** bras gauche, puis de sa main droite elle commença à masturber doucement le sexe de Michel.

Elle était fascinée par ce sexe dressé devant elle, il ne sentait pas très bon, un mélange d'urine et de transpiration, mais il était d'une telle taille ... et ces veines .... elle n'en avait jamais vu d'aussi imposant avant.

Patrice mit un terme à la contemplation de Marie : Arrête un peu de l'astiquer ... je crois que je t'ai dit de le sucer ...

Marie fit encore quelques aller-retour avec sa main sur la verge de Michel, puis elle se pencha pour donner un petit coup de langue sur le gland, le goût était un peu moins pire que ce à quoi elle s'attendait.

Rassurée par ce premier contact elle se mit alors à lécher le gland tout comme elle l'aurait fait avec une glace. Il faut dire que Marie n'avait presque aucune expérience en matière de fellation, *** mari n'y avait que très rarement droit, et les rares fois où *** sexe pouvait profiter de la langue de Marie, c'était par l'intermédiaire d'un préservatif.

Mais Marie apprenait vite, entrainée par l'excitation, elle faisait maintenant tournoyer sa langue tout autour du gland de Michel tout en lui caressant la tige, elle alternait les caresses, tantôt elle léchait, tantôt elle aspirait, tantôt elle suçait.

Devant les progrès de *** élève, Michel lui lança : lèche moi un peu les couilles ma belle .......

Marie hésita quelques secondes, puis inconsciemment, comme ***********, elle commença à faire descendre sa langue le long de la tige de Michel. Elle donna un premier coup de langue, elle retrouva l'odeur et le goût désagréable du début, mais elle finit par s'y accommoder une nouvelle fois. Elle lapait maintenant avidement les testicules de Michel tout en le masturbant. Elle en prit même une dans sa bouche, qu'elle se mit à faire tanguer avec sa langue.

Michel poussait de longs râles de plaisir, d'ailleurs il semblait très satisfait des caresses buccales que lui procurait Marie : Ahhhh ... putain. C'est trop bon, ça faisait longtemps qu'on ne m'avait pas sucé comme ça ...... une vraie pro la petite.

Patrice lui répondit en rigolant : Parce que tu t'es déjà fait sucer toi .....
Michel rigola un peu jaune à cette remarque : Ah t'es malin toi ...

Puis comme pour contrarier Michel, Patrice se mit à pilonner Marie de plus en plus en fort, ses cris étaient maintenant beaucoup plus significatifs : Ahhh .Ouiiiiii ...... vas-y ..... plus fort ......encore ........

Patrice y allait tellement fort que Marie avait été obligée de délaisser le sexe de Michel, celui-ci s'en plaint aussitôt : Ehhh va moins vite, elle arrive même plus à me sucer tellement tu la secoues....

Patrice : t'inquiètes .... c'était pour rire....

Patrice arrêta alors de baiser Marie, Michel lui remit aussitôt *** sexe dans a bouche qu'elle recommença à sucer avec application.

Marie était étonnée qu'il la laisse comme ça, elle se dit qu'il allait peut être vouloir se faire sucer lui aussi, mais hélas, elle sut rapidement où il voulait en venir quand elle sentit le sexe de Patrice appuyer sur *** anus.

Marie : Non pas par là, je ne l'ai jamais fait ... supplia t'elle à Patrice.

Patrice : T'inquiètes pas ma belle, toutes celles qui y ont eu droit en ont redemandé après...

Marie : Ahhh noon ...

Patrice enfonçait tout doucement *** gland dans les entrailles de Marie, il y allait sans ******, millimètre par millimètre. Il ne voulait pas lui faire mal, il voulait au contraire qu'elle y prenne un réel plaisir afin de finir de la briser psychologiquement.

Marie continuait de crier de douleur : Nooon, s'il vous plait ...

Le gland de Patrice avait fini par rentrer complètement, il s'arrêta pour laisser Marie s'habituer à cette nouvelle sensation. Il passa ensuite sa main sous le ventre de Marie, lui planta deux doigts dans le vagin et se mit à la caresser doucement.

Au bout de quelques minutes, Marie se remit à onduler du bassin, tout d'abord de manière latérale, Patrice sentait la rosette de Marie se décontracter. Puis quelques minutes plus tard, elle se mit à onduler d'avant en arrière, s'empalant elle-même sur se sexe qui était planté dans *** cul. Dans un premier temps Patrice la laissa faire, puis il se mit également à faire avancer *** bassin.

*** sexe rentrait progressivement mais sûrement dans le cul de Marie, cette dernière avait maintenant l'air d'apprécier ce traitement :Ohh oui ....... doucement ....vas-y ...Mmmmmmm

Voyant que Marie s'était quelque peu assagie, Michel lui recolla *** sexe dans la bouche, celle-ci se mit alors à sucer Michel avec une frénésie intense, ses gestes étaient maintenant beaucoup plus francs.

Patrice remarqua l'ardeur avec laquelle elle gobait maintenant la bite de *** copain, il donna lui aussi beaucoup plus d'ampleur à ses mouvements. Marie gémissait de plus en plus fort, mais cette fois elle arrivait à poursuivre sa fellation.

On entendait plus dans la chambre que les bruits de sussions obscènes que faisait Marie, les claquements des fesses de Marie contre le bassin de Patrice et les soupirs de Michel.

Au bout d'un moment Patrice se crispa et cria : Ahh putain ..... la salope.

Puis en 2-3 allers-retours il se vida complètement dans les entrailles de Marie. Il resta encore quelques secondes enfoncé en elle, il finit par se retirer et s'adressa à *** compère : Tu peux venir, si tu veux, la place est chaude.

Celle-ci fut submergée par une sensation étrange, elle sentait ce liquide chaud dans ses entrailles, elle avait l'impression d'être "ailleurs".

Michel fit le tour du lit et vint se placer à *** tour derrière Marie, celle-ci, vaincue ne dit rien et posa même sa tête sur le lit pour se cambrer encore plus.

Michel lui dit : tu m'as tellement bien sucé que je crois que je ne vais pas pouvoir te baiser longtemps, alors comme j'ai envie de profiter de ton petit trou je vais t'enculer tout de suite ...

Marie : Non pitié, pas ça ... vous êtes trop gros vous allez me déchi ....... Ouuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh .......

Marie n'avait pas eu le temps de finir sa phrase que Michel lui avait déjà planté *** dard dans l'anus. Il n'avait pas eu trop de difficulté à s'enfoncer, *** compère lui avait bien balisé le chemin ...

Marie mit de nouveau quelques minutes à s'habituer à ce calibre moins long mais beaucoup plus gros que celui de Patrice. Sa rondelle se détendit et petit à petit Michel put commencer à la pistonner.

Michel était beaucoup plus loquace que *** collègue : Alors elle te plait ma bite ...

Marie : Ahh .... Ouiii

Michel : c'est quoi qui te plait, salope ???

Marie : Ahhhhhhh ..ta ......

Michel : Ma quoi ?????

Marie : Ahhh ......... ta bite

Michel : tu ne t'es jamais pris une bite comme ça dans le cul, t'aimes ça petite pute ...

Marie : Ahhh ouiiiiiiii, j'aime çà .......Ahhhhhhhhh

Michel : C'est autre chose quel celle de ton mari, hein .....tu préfères la mienne

Marie : Ohhh oui .... j'aime mieux .........la tienne .......Ahhhhhhhh

Michel : Et pourquoi tu préfères la mienne ???

Marie : Ahhhhh ....... parce qu'elle est .........Ahhhhh ...... plus grosse ........

Pendant ce temps là Patrice s'était rhabillé, il s'était placé de trois quarts derrière Michel et Marie et était en train de faire des photos avec *** Iphone. La scène était sans équivoque, on y voyait Marie à quatre pattes le cul en l'air sur le lit, elle portait toujours ses jolis bas couleur chair, *** string que Patrice lui avait seulement écarté et sa jupe qui était repliée sur *** dos.
Patrice admirait la dizaine de clichés qu'il venait de prendre, on y voyait Marie en train de se faire copieusement sodomiser par Michel. En regardant les photos, il se dit qu'il manquait quelque chose ... le ***. Il prit alors une petite vidéo avec *** téléphone, on y entendait sans équivoque les cris de plaisir de Marie ainsi que les paroles très crues qu'elle échangeait avec Michel.

Pendant ce temps là, Michel pistonnait Marie sans relâche : Ahhh putain, il est trop bon ton petit cul ...
Marie : Ahhh ........ Ouiiiiii .......... bourre mooooooi ... salaud

Michel : Alors t'aimes ça la bite dans le cul .......

Marie : Ahhhhhh ....... j'aime çaaaaaa ........

Michel : T'aimes quoi salope ???

Marie : Ohhhhh me faire ..... Ahhhhhhhh .... baiser le cul.........

Michel sentait qu'il allait exploser, il sortit du cul de Marie, la releva, la retourna et lui éjacula sur le visage. Il n'eut pas le temps de viser et le premier jet atterrit du front jusqu'au nez de Marie, il réussit à envoyer les suivants vers sa bouche.

Michel : Tiens prends ça ...... Ahhhhhhhhh

Surprise, Marie n'eut pas le temps de fermer la bouche tout de suite, une giclée lui atterrit tout droit sur sa langue, les autres s'écrasèrent sur ses lèvres. Elle recracha aussitôt le sperme qui dégoulina sur *** chemisier.

Marie était méconnaissable, *** maquillage avait coulé le long de ses joues, elle était en sueur et *** visage était maculé de sperme.

Michel, quant à lui prit un morceau de collant qui était sur le lit et s'essuya le sexe avec, il se rhabilla. Patrice prit alors la parole : écoute ma belle, quand tu iras voir les flics pour déclarer le cambriolage, tu as plutôt intérêt à leur dire que quand tu es rentrée, tu n'as vu per***ne, sinon je sens que ton mari et les per***nes de ton boulot pourront profiter des photos et vidéo que j'ai dans mon téléphone.

Marie : Non je vous en prie ......... pas ça ....

Patrice : si tu te tiens à carreau, il n'y aura pas de soucis .... compris ???
Marie : oui .......

Patrice et Michel partirent discrètement par où ils étaient venus, laissant la pauvre Marie, à la fois enivrée par les sensations qu'ils avaient fait naitre en elle, mais également tellement honteuse de s'être laissée aller de la sorte

De leur côté Patrice et Michel s'éloignaient bien contents de leur soirée.

Michel : Bon bah on est rentré les mains vides, mais au moins on n'a pas que nos mains qui ***t vides ....
Patrice : Tu l'as dit, et heureusement que j'étais là pour te sauver la mise, si t'avais été seul, tu te serais encore foutu dans de beaux draps

Michel : En tout cas, moi je repasserai bien la voir la petite un de ces jours ...

Patrice : T'emballe pas, on verra ...

Cela faisait maintenant trois semaines que Marie avait reçu la visite des cambrioleurs. Elle repensait tous les jours à ce qui s'était passé ce soir là. Elle avait obéi aux ordres de Patrice, elle n'était pas allé au travail le lendemain matin pour aller déposer une plante à la gendarmerie. Elle leur déclara que quand elle était rentrée, tout était sans dessus-dessous, mais qu'il ne manquait rien.
Un des gendarmes lui dit : Ça fait plusieurs mois que des cambrioleurs écument la ville, ils repartent généralement rarement les mains vides. Je pense que vous avez dû les déranger, heureusement que vous n'êtes pas tombée sur eux.
Oui .... heureusement, ajouta Marie pensive.

*** mari avait été très choqué également, il avait annulé *** déplacement prévu toute la semaine suivante pour rester à l'agence et être ainsi présent tous les soirs.
Marie en voulait beaucoup à *** mari, d'abord parce que comme d'habitude il avait été absent ce soir là, s'il avait été ici avec moi, cela ne serait jamais arrivé. Elle lui en voulait ensuite de ne lui avoir jamais fait ressentir toutes les sensations que lui ont procurées ses deux tortionnaires.

Elle gardait toute cette rancœur en elle, faisant semblant d'apprécier les rares gestes d'attentions dont Benoit faisait preuve à *** égard. Elle lui faisait payer en refusant tout rapport sexuel avec lui, prétextant toujours quelques choses pour y échapper. Benoit n'était pas dupe, il se rendait bien compte que quelque chose n'allait pas, mais il mettait ça sur le compte du traumatisme qu'elle avait subi.

Marie n'en avait pas parlé non plus à ses collègues, elle leur raconta la même chose qu'aux gendarmes. Eva et Florence sentaient bien que quelque chose n'allait pas chez Marie, elles étaient incapables de dire de quoi il s'agissait, mais elles étaient persuadées qu'il y avait autre chose. Elles préféraient malgré tout de ne pas trop la questionner, tout cela était encore récent.

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Michel attendait Patrice dans le bistrot où ils avaient l'habitude de se retrouver, il remuait nerveusement sa petite cuillère dans la tasse de café noir que venait de lui déposer le serveur.
Michel : Qu'est ce qu'il fait, c'est pas normal .....
Michel attendit fébrilement pendant encore 10 bonnes minutes.
Patrice finit par arriver, il s'assit et commanda un café au serveur.
Patrice : Bon, c'est fait !!
Michel : Combien ???
Patrice : 3 000 euros ...
Michel : génial, t'es un champion ...
Patrice : ... chacun ....
Michel : Chacun !!!! Alors là, tu me troues le cul, si t'étais pas aussi susceptible, je t'embrasserai, dit-il en rigolant.
Patrice : Ouais, voila une bonne chose de réglée, ça fait du bien de finir par refourguer tout ce qu'on avait sur les bras ...
Michel : C'est clair, on a de quoi voir venir pendant quelques semaines, on va pouvoir prendre des vacances, ah c'est le pied ....

Patrice : En parlant de pied .... Je retournerai bien faire une petite visite à la petite de l'autre soir ... tu te rappelles ???
Michel : Ah sûr que je m'en souviens, *** petit cul aussi doit s'en souvenir aussi, ajouta t'il en rigolant.
Michel : Mais c'est pas un peu risqué ton plan ... ???
Patrice : fais moi confiance, elle n'a pas dû nous balancer aux flics, vu qu'on est fiché, on se serait déjà fait pincer .... et puis elle doit avoir trop peur que certaines photos ne fassent surface.
Michel : Arrête, j'en bande déjà ....
Patrice : Faudra juste s'assurer que elle est seule et puis ça devrait être bon ...

Le mardi d'après, Marie venait de rentrer du travail, Benoit avait repris ses habitudes et était de nouveau en déplacement. Cela faisait un quart d'heure qu'elle venait de rentrer du boulot, elle avait pris une revue et s'était assise sur le canapé en train de la feuilleter.
Elle entendit frapper à la porte, elle se demanda qui cela pouvait bien être, elle n'attendait per***ne ....
Elle ouvrit la porte, aussitôt deux hommes pénétrèrent à l'intérieur, elle reconnut immédiatement ses deux cambrioleurs.
Patrice lui plaqua de nouveau sa main sur sa bouche, puis mit *** doigt devant la sienne pour lui faire signe de se taire.
Patrice : Ecoute ma belle, on ne vient pas pour te faire du mal, on sait que tu nous as pas balancés aux flics, alors en signe de reconnaissance, on vient te redonner les petites photos que l'on a prises la dernière fois. C'est compris ?
Marie hocha la tête pour lui faire comprendre qu'elle n'allait rien tenter.
Patrice ôta doucement la main de sa bouche.
Marie : C'est vrai ... vous n'allez rien me faire ... et vous allez me donner les photos ???
Patrice : Mais oui je te dis, tu sais on est pas des mauvais bougres, tu nous as juste surpris la dernière fois, il a fallu qu'on improvise ... hein Michel ...
Michel : Oui c'est vrai, on est pas méchants, ajouta t'il en rigolant.
Patrice : mais oui t'inquiètes pas ma chérie... mais tu ne vas pas laisser tes invités comme ça sur le seuil de la porte ... tu vas peut être nous offrir à boire.
Michel : Bah oui c'est vrai, il est moins le quart, c'est l'heure du Ricard, gloussa t'il

Marie était embarrassée, elle avait envie de leur faire confiance afin de pouvoir récupérer les preuves de sa soirée de débauche, mais elle n'était pas tranquille, elle sentait l'entourloupe.
Elle les fit quand même rentrer dans le salon, ils s'assirent sur le canapé.
Patrice : Pour moi ce sera un Whisky ... tu dois bien avoir ça ...
Michel : La même chose pour moi ...
Marie revint dans le salon, elle tenait une bouteille de Whisky ainsi que deux verres, elle posa tout ça sur la petite table devant le canapé.
Elle allait s'asseoir à *** tour quand Patrice lui dit, mais il manque un verre, tu ne vas quand même pas laisser tes invités trinquer tout seuls.
Marie : mais je ne bois presque jamais.
Patrice ajouta d'une voix cordiale mais ferme : mais si, allons ne te fais pas prier.
Marie retourna dans la cuisine chercher un troisième verre, à *** retour Patrice lui dit: Viens donc te mettre en Michel et moi, je vais m'occuper du service.
Il servit 3 verres de Whisky, et des bonnes doses.
Ils trinquèrent tous les trois, Patrice fit la conversation pendant que tout le monde sirotait *** verre, il veillait également que Marie boive le sien en le lui rappelant régulièrement.
Marie commençait déjà à ressentir les premiers effets de l'alcool, elle avait un peu chaud ...
Patrice : Bon un dernier petit verre et puis on va y aller .... hein Michel
Michel : Oui oui, on a des trucs à faire ...
Patrice servit alors une autre tournée, chacun but *** verre, Marie un peu désinhibée par le premier but le second sans que Patrice ne l'y incite ...
Patrice dit alors: Bon Michel, tu dis au revoir à la demoiselle, on va y aller ....
Marie trouva la ***** de bredouiller : mais .... euhhh... les photos .... vous aviez dit que ....
Patrice : ah oui ... quel étourdi je suis ....
Patrice se rassit sur le canapé, Marie était toujours coincée entre les deux bougres ... il sortit *** téléphone et commença à faire voir les photos à Marie : Ah c'est quand même dommage de supprimer toutes ces photos, elles ***t magnifiques ...
Tout en disant cela, il faisait défiler les photos, Marie devint subitement toute rouge, elle regardait attentivement les photos. Elle se contemplait, elle était le cul à l'air sur le lit, avec ses bas, couleur chair, et sa jupe retroussée sur le dos. Elle voyait très nettement sur les clichés le sexe de Michel qui lui écartait les fesses.
Marie sentait que la situation était en train de lui filer complètement entre les doigts, à la vue de ces clichés elle sentait l'excitation monter en elle. Elle se dit en elle même : Quels salauds ... je suis vraiment trop conne ....
Pendant que Patrice montrait les photos, Michel y allait de *** petit commentaire : C'est dommage que tu ne l'aies pas prise pendant qu'elle me suçait, elle le fait tellement bien, hein ma belle ...
Marie ne répondit pas à cette remarque.
Patrice ajouta : C'est pas grave, regarde, j'ai encore mieux ...
Il navigua dans le menu de *** portable, puis il lança une vidéo, Marie resta bouche-bée, elle se regardait était de se faire copieusement pistonner l'anus pas Michel, de plus les paroles qu'elle échangeait avec Michel étaient très crues et sans équivoque, elle prenait *** pied.
Sa fente s'humidifia instantanément, c'est à ce moment que Michel en profita pour la mettre une main sur sa cuisse. Comme elle ne dit rien, il commença à caresser sa jambe par-dessus *** jean. Petit à petit il remontait vers l'intérieur de sa cuisse, Marie ne disait toujours rien, mais *** souffle devenait plus intense.
Michel posa sa main sur le sexe de Marie et commença à la caresser doucement par-dessus *** pantalon, à sa grande surprise elle recula un peu et écarta les jambes pour lui faciliter la tâche.
Patrice arrêta alors la vidéo, posa *** téléphone sur la table, il pencha Marie en arrière sur le canapé et l'embrassa à pleine bouche, elle hésita un moment et puis lança sa langue à la rencontre de celle de Patrice.
En même temps qu'il l'embrassait il lui caressait doucement les seins, il prit ensuite la main de Marie et la posa sur *** sexe déjà bien dur.

Voyant cela, Michel fit de même avec l'autre main de Marie, qui très vite se mit à caresser les deux sexes par-dessus le tissu de leurs jeans. Michel commença à défaire les boutons du pantalon de Marie, une fois fini, il plongea sa main sous la culotte de Marie et lui mit un premier doigt dans *** vagin. Marie était complètement trompée : chose que Michel ne put s'empêcher de signaler à *** complice : Dis donc, elle est déjà toute mouillée.

Patrice ne répondit pas, il continuait d'embrasser Marie goulûment.

Pour une fois ce fut Michel qui prit les choses en main, il enleva le pantalon et la culotte de Marie, il la tira vers le bord du canapé puis il commença à lui lécher sa petite fente tout lui enfonçant deux doigts.
Michel : Mmmmm elle est bonne ta petite chatte, je n'y avais pas goûté la dernière fois ...

Marie gémissait tout en restant soudée aux lèvres de Patrice : Mmmmfffffff ......Mmmmmfffff....

Patrice sortit *** sexe de *** pantalon, mit un terme au baiser et dit assez tendrement à Marie : Allez suce moi maintenant ma chérie ...

Patrice s'assit à une extrémité du canapé, Marie s'allongea sur le coté à commença à le prendre en bouche, Patrice ne tarda pas à pousser les premiers soupirs de plaisir. Dans cette position Marie avait les jambes écartées à 90° et Michel pouvait tranquillement continuer à lui lécher sa délicieuse petite chatte.

Patrice était aux anges, il repensait au tout début quand il fouillait la chambre de Marie et la situation dans laquelle ils se trouvaient maintenant tous les trois. Cela lui rappela également le joli ensemble blanc qu'il avait découvert dans l'armoire de Marie.
Il lui dit alors : Dis donc ma chérie tu ne veux pas aller te faire belle pour nous ce soir.
Marie interrompit sa fellation : Belle ... mais ...je ne comprends pas ...
Patrice : Tu sais la dernière je suis tombé un joli ensemble blanc avec un porte-jarretelles et des bas noirs, si tu allais le chercher et venais le passer devant nous ...
Marie : Mais ..je ne comprends pas ....je ...
Patrice l'interrompit : Allez file chercher tout ça, presse-toi ...
Marie partit dans la chambre et revint quelques instants après avec le fameux ensemble. Elle se déshabilla alors complètement.

Patrice et Michel étaient prêts pour le spectacle, ils étaient tous les deux assis sur le canapé et se masturbaient doucement.

Cette situation finit par exciter Marie, elle savait que si elle mettait cette tenue, elle allait être désirable comme jamais elle ne l'avait été.

Elle commença par prendre le string qu'elle enfila délicatement, il était blanc et le tissu était complètement transparent, on pouvait voir très nettement chaque détail de *** intimité.

Patrice ébloui par le spectacle, saisit *** téléphone et commença à la prendre en photo pendant qu'elle était en train de se vêtir.

Marie s'en aperçut et ne dit rien, Patrice eut même l'impression qu'elle faisait maintenant durer le plaisir en faisant des gestes lents et soigneux.

Elle mit ensuite le soutien-gorge. Puis elle passa le porte-jarretelles, celui ci était également blanc et avait une ceinture très large, elle était magnifique ...

Elle s'assit ensuite sur le fauteuil qui faisait face au canapé, elle prit la pochette qui contenait les bas et les sortit de leur emballage.

Elle prit le premier bas qu'elle enfila délicatement. Patrice et Michel étaient subjugués par ce bas qui escaladait doucement la jambe de Marie. Une fois le bas enfilé, elle le fixa soigneusement au porte-jarretelles, se leva et parcouru le long de sa jambe avec la paume de ses mains pour bien étirer le doux textile sur sa peau.

Elle prit le second bas et recommença lentement la même opération, Patrice et Michel étaient remplis de désir, ils avaient rarement vu une femme aussi sensuelle et désirable. Marie ressemblait à un ange tout droit descendu du ciel. *** corps était parfaitement mis en valeur par la lingerie qu'elle arborait maintenant fièrement. Ses jambes déjà magnifiques étaient maintenant tout simplement splendides, le nylon des bas, les sublimait.

Une fois Marie habillée, Patrice l'invita à les rejoindre sur le canapé, elle se rassit entre les deux hommes et empoigna leurs sexes qu'elle commença à caresser délicatement. Patrice se remit à l'embrasser, quant à Michel, il avait sorti un sein de *** étui de dentelle et commença à le sucer. Puis Patrice interrompit de nouveau *** baiser et passa sa main derrière la nuque de Marie, cette fois il n'eut pas à lui demander ce qu'il attendait d'elle. Ils reprirent leur position de tout à l'heure.

Marie suçait la queue de Patrice avec fougue et passion, pendant ce temps là, Michel lui léchait la fente par-dessus le tissu de *** string. Celui-ci lui collait littéralement à la peau. Tout en la fouillant avec sa langue Michel lui caressait ses jambes délicieusement gainées de ses bas noirs. Il était comme un fou, vêtue de la sorte, Marie l'excitait comme jamais il ne l'avait été, il ne pouvait plus, cette femme si belle, si sexy, il avait une envie furieuse de la baiser et de la faire hurler de plaisir.
Il s'adressa à Marie : Mets-toi à quatre pattes, ma belle, je vais te prendre pendant tu continues de sucer Patrice.
Marie fit encore quelques allers-retours sur le sexe tendu de Patrice, puis elle s'installa de biais sur le canapé comme le lui avait demandé Michel.
Marie était prête, elle branlait vigoureusement Patrice en attendant que Michel s'enfonce en elle.
Michel : Mmmm je vais commencer par ta belle petite chatte aujourd'hui ...
Il écarta le string de Marie sur ses fesses, il frotta quelques instants *** gland contre *** sexe trempé, puis il poussa doucement pour s'introduire en elle.
Marie poussa un long soupir de plaisir : Mmmmmmmm .....oui ....
Elle était remplie de plaisir par cet énorme sexe, jamais *** intimité n'avait été envahie par une chose si monstrueuse. Michel la pistonnait maintenant à une cadence soutenue mais régulière.
Marie exprimait *** bonheur : Mmmmmm ....... oui ....Ahh ...c'est bon.
Désormais habituée au rythme qu'imprimait Michel elle reprit le délicieux phallus de Patrice, elle lui léchait avidement le gland, la hampe, même les couilles. Elle ne se reconnaissait plus, ils avaient éveillé en elle une soif intense et inépuisable de sexe.
Michel toujours aussi bavard lui dit : Alors ...elle lui plait ma bite à ta petite chatte
Marie : Mmm oui .... elle est bonne ....
Michel lui introduit alors un doigt dans l'anus, qu'il fit coulisser doucement.
Marie : Ahh ...
Plus les secondes défilaient plus Marie avait l'air d'apprécier : Ahhhh ..... Ouiiiii ........ Ouhhhhh
Michel : Ca te dirait que j'y mette autre chose que mon doigt ??
Marie : Mmmm .....oui vas-y ...
Michel : Mais tu veux quoi dans ton petit cul ??
Marie : Hannnnn ..... j'ai envie de ...... Hannn ...... ta grosse bite ....

Michel se retira et commençait à ****** l'œillet de Marie avec *** gland, Patrice le coupa dans *** élan : Attends, pas comme ça ...
Il vint s'asseoir sur le canapé, rapprocha ses fesses du bord, et il dit à Marie : Viens sur moi ma chérie ....
Marie devina aussitôt où il voulait en venir, il voulait qu'elle soit prise par eux deux en même temps, Marie hésita, elle savait qu'elle pouvait plus reculer, mais cela lui paraissait si effrayant.
Marie : vous êtes sûrs, je n'ai jamais ...c'est si ....
Patrice : Sois sans crainte, on va faire très attention ... hein Michel ... surtout toi, avec ce que tu as entre les jambes, ajouta t'il en rigolant.
Mise en confiance par ces paroles, Marie vint alors s'empaler sur le sexe de Patrice, elle se pencha sur lui pour l'embrasser à pleine bouche, Patrice fit faire quelques allers- retours à *** sexe pour qu'elle s'habitue à ce pénis, certes moins gros mais plus long que celui de Michel. Elle plongea sa tête contre *** épaule et gémissait doucement de plaisir : ahhhhhh .......mmmmmmmm ...........hannnnnn
Patrice s'immobilisa alors, c'était le moment où Michel devait entrer en scène, il se baissa et appuya *** gland contre la rosette de Marie, celui-ci s'enfonçait tout doucement dans les entrailles de Marie.
Marie : Ouhhhh ..... doucement s'il te plait ...... oui comme ça .... vas-y .........
Elle guidait Michel dans *** exploration, une fois qu'il avait enfoncé la moitié de *** sexe, il commença à se retirer doucement, il laissa juste *** gland, puis il se remit à pousser mais un plus loin cette fois.
Marie : Oui .....comme ça ....Ahhhh ....tu me fais du bien ........
Patrice répéta cette opération plusieurs fois, il rentrait millimètre par millimètre, pendant ce temps Patrice restait immobile dans le vagin de Marie tout en sentant le sexe de Michel coulisser contre le sien.
Michel avait maintenant réussi à faire rentrer presque toute la longueur de *** pénis, il pistonnait maintenant Marie avec la régularité d'un métronome. Patrice se lança à *** tour, il leur fallut quelques secondes pour s'accorder sur le rythme.
Marie hurlait *** bonheur : OOOOhhhh Ouiiiiii .......Ahhhhh je vous sens bien ...........
Marie : Ahhh plus fort ....Hannnn .........Hannnnnn..........Hannnnn
Elle était incontrôlable, elle vibrait littéralement sous l'impulsion des deux sexes qu'elle avait en elle. Le trio s'agitait frénétiquement sur le canapé qui tremblait de toutes parts.

Michel aperçut le téléphone de Patrice qui était resté sur le canapé, il se dit : Il faut que j'immortalise cette scène ...
Il saisit le téléphone, le tint en l'air à bout de bras et prit quelques photos, on y reconnaissait distinctement Marie, sexy en diable coincée entre ses deux amants. Sans montrer les détails, les photos laissaient facilement deviner ce qu'ils faisaient.

Délicieusement enserré par le rectum de Marie, Michel fut le premier à venir, en trois va-et-vient, il lâcha sa semence au plus profond de ses entrailles de Marie : Ahh .......Pfffff .........Ahhhhh. Il fit encore quelques allers retours se leva et alla s'asseoir sur le fauteuil en face.

Maintenant qu'il avait plus de liberté au niveau de la cadence, Patrice se mit à donner de grands coups de bassin. Marie apprécia ce changement de rythme et le lui fit savoir : Arrrrhhhhhhhh .......Putain ......vas-y..........Baise-moi bien .......

Patrice allait bientôt venir à *** tour, il fit lever Marie et lui demanda de vite s'allonger sur le dos, puis il se mit à se branler énergétiquement au-dessus des cuisses ''nylonées'' de Marie, il finit par lâcher, plusieurs jets de sperme qui atterrirent en haut des bas de Marie. Celle-ci caressa alors ses jambes avec la douce liqueur que lui avait servie *** amant, une fois toute étalée, elle releva *** buste à la verticale, saisit le sexe encore un peu dur de Patrice, en arracha les dernières gouttes qu'il fit tomber sur *** mollet, elle essuya ensuite délicatement le gland de Patrice le long de sa jambe. Puis repue elle plongea la tête en arrière pour se rallonger sur le canapé.

Ils restèrent tous les trois plusieurs minutes à récupérer.
Patrice contemplait Marie, il lui dit tu es vraiment magnifique, pourquoi tu te caches sous tes pantalons, tu devrais faire profiter de tes charmes à tout le monde tu es un régal pour les yeux.
Marie ne savait pas quoi répondre: Ah bon ... mais ...enfin ....
Patrice : D'ailleurs à partir de maintenant je ne veux plus te voir qu'en jupe, que ce soit le week-end, à la mai***, au travail ... Et puis sexy sous la jupe, fini les collants et les slips en coton. Que des beaux sous-vêtements et des bas qui tiennent tout seul. Par contre, tu gardes le porte-jarretelles pour les grandes occasions comme ce soir.
Marie ne savait pas quoi répondre, un stupide : "Bon bah d'accord" sortit de sa bouche
Patrice : Mais attention .... on viendra vérifier de temps en temps ...
Marie : Vous ... tu veux dire que vous allez revenir.
Patrice : Pourquoi, tu es déçue de notre visite de ce soir.
Marie : Si ... euh enfin non, enfin c'est pas ça , c'est que mon mari est là des fois, c'est rare mais ça lui arrive.
Patrice : Dans ces cas là, tu me donnes ton numéro de portable et je t'enverrai un SMS la veille de notre passage.
Marie : Euhh .... d'accord si tu veux

Elle se leva, et griffonna *** numéro sur un bout de papier qu'elle donna à Patrice. Celui-ci prit le papier et prit la direction de la porte : Allez Michel, on y va nous ...

Marie les suivit se rendit compte qu'elle n'avait pas remis *** string comme il faut, ce qu'elle fit discrètement. Il lui restait tout des même quelques restes de sa pudeur passée.

Avant de franchir la porte, Patrice se retourna vers Marie et lui déposa un baiser sur la bouche : Ah bientôt ma chérie, lui dit-il en sortant.
Michel emporté par *** enthousiasme tendit également sa bouche vers elle. Cela fit sourire Marie qui lui posa la main sur l'épaule, lui fit un petit baiser au coin de la bouche et lui dit gentiment : A bientôt Michel.

Elle referma la porte derrière eux et se dirigea vers la salle de bains, après tous ces assauts, elle avait besoin d'un bon bain chaud. Elle vit le haut de *** corps dans la glace de la salle de bains, Patrice avait rai***, elle aussi se trouvait belle.
Elle alla dans la chambre d'amis, où il y avait une grande glace avec laquelle elle allait pouvoir s'admirer. Elle se trouvait sensuelle et désirable vêtue ainsi. Elle remonta délicatement bien en haut de ses cuisses les bas souillés par le sperme de Patrice.
Elle réajusta, *** string, *** magnifique porte-jarretelles et *** soutien-gorge. Elle pivota sur elle même, se regarda de face, de profil, de dos. Elle pensait : Ah, si j'étais un homme, j'aurai aussi envie de toi.

Alors qu'elle continuait à se contempler, elle commença à sentir le sperme que Michel lui avait répandu dans *** joli petit cul. Cette étrange sensation provoqua en elle un relent d'excitation. Elle s'allongea sur le lit de la chambre d'amis, écarta *** string et commença à se caresser l'anus avec la douce sève qui en sortait. Elle fit rentrer ensuite un premier doit dans sa rondelle et commença également à se caresser *** sexe de l'autre main. Au bout de quelques minutes elle se masturbait frénétiquement l'anus avec deux doigts tout en caressant vigoureusement *** clitoris. La chambre était remplie par ses gémissements : Annnnnn ..........Mmmmm....... Ahhhhhhhhhh

OuuuuuuHHHHHHH ........Ahhhhhhhhh : elle se cambra une dernière fois une dernière fois et laissa tomber sur le lit, épuisée de bonheur

Marie entra dans le bureau qu'elle partageait avec Eva et Florence, comme tous les matins, elle alla leur faire la bise, accrocha sa veste sur le porte manteau qui était situé dans l'angle de la pièce et alla s'asseoir face à *** ordinateur.

Eva et Florence regardèrent Marie un peu bizarrement, elles pensaient à la même chose.

Florence prit la parole: Mr Lambert est absent aujourd'hui??

Marie: bah je ne sais ... pourquoi cette question?

Florence: En fait comme tu as mis une jolie jupe aujourd'hui, on pensait qu'il n'était pas là.

Marie: Non je ne sais pas, je pense qu'il doit être là, on se voit tout à l'heure, il veut faire un point sur le budget formation. Comme on arrive à la fin de l'année, il veut savoir si il reste encore de l'argent pour planifier des sessions supplémentaires et les faire passer dans le budget actuel. Il m'aurait prévenu quand même ...

Marie: Et puis ce n'est parce que mon chef est un vieux vicelard qu'il faut que je m'habille comme une nonne.

Eva: Écoute, je suis bien d'accord avec toi .... mais là ça va lui faire un choc, surtout que là c'est un peu sexy ta tenue quand même ... enfin je veux dire .... par rapport à d'habitude.

Eva eut peur d'avoir fait une boulette, ça lui faisait plaisir de voir enfin Marie assumer sa féminité, elle espérait ne pas l'avoir vexée avec cette dernière remarque.

Marie: Ne t'inquiètes pas, je vois ce que tu veux dire. C'est vrai que ça change non, fit elle fièrement en se levant et en faisant le tour d'elle même.

Florence: Oui, cette tenue te va à merveille.

Marie portait un joli chemisier blanc, sous lequel on pouvait deviner un ravissant soutien gorge blanc également.

Elle portait une jupe grise qui lui arrivait nettement au dessus du genou mais pas jusqu'à mi cuisse. Ses jambes étaient parées d'une jolie paire de bas gris assez épais avec lesquels elle avait mis des chaussures à talon.


Elle était transformée, elle était chic et sexy sans une once de vulgarité.

Il faut dire que suite à la dernière visite de patrice et Michel, Marie se décida d'appliquer au pied de la lettre leurs recommandations. Dès le lendemain comme elle avait des heures à récupérer, elle quitta *** travail en milieu d'après-midi. Elle se rendit dans le centre commercial qui était à coté de *** travail, et entama une remise à niveau de sa garde robe. Elle acheta principalement des jupes ainsi que des petits hauts pour aller avec. Elle fit ensuite quelques magasins de lingerie et se racheta quatre beaux ensembles composés chacun du soutien gorge du string et du boxer. Pour deux d'entre eux, elle trouva même le porte jarretelles assorti avec lequel elle reprit deux paires de bas, une couleur chair et l'autre noire qu'elle réservait pour les grandes occasions.

Elle finit par la grande surface du centre commercial, se rendit au rayon collant et en repartit avec au moins une dizaine de paire de bas auto-fixants. Elle avait pris différentes couleurs, différentes marques. Certains avaient attiré *** attention plus que d'autres, elle avait notamment pris deux paires de bas assez fins, mais avec une large jarretière en dentelle, des noirs et des marrons. Elle avait également pris une paire de bas noirs imitation couture, elle ne voyait pas pour l'instant à quelle occasion elle les mettrait, mais elle avait flashé dessus.

Marie était si fière d'elle, elle regarde rapidement autour d'elle, puis elle remonta un peu le coté de sa jupe pour montrer la lisière d'un de ces bas à Eva et Florence.

Et bien dis donc, tu fais pas les choses à moitié toi ...dit Florence en rigolant.

Eva: Et les filles regardez. Puis à *** tour Eva releva un peu sa jupe le long de sa jambe. Elle arborait également une jolie paire de bas marrons.

Elle dit à Marie en rigolant : Bienvenue au club ...

Florence remonta également sa jupe et leur montrant *** joli collant noir: Désolée les filles, que crois que je ne peux pas être admise au sein de votre petit club.

Marie: Ce n'est pas grave je suis sure que ce n'est que partie remise?

Florence: par contre les filles, évitez de fouiller dans vos sacs à mains qui ***t par terre, sinon j'en connais un qui risque d'avoir des ampoules à la main droite à la fin de la journée.

Elles se mirent à rigoler, puis Eva dit: Mais au fait il est passé ou celui là, lui qui est si ponctuel d'habitude.

A peine eut elle finie sa phrase que Mr Lambert arriva en pestant: Ahhh saloperie de voiture ....

Eva lui dit d'un air taquin: Bonjour Monsieur Lambert, que ce qui vous arrive vous avez eu des problèmes.

Mr Lambert: Bonjour, Mesdames, m'en parlez pas j'ai crevé et il a fallu que je change la roue.

Puis il s'adressa à Marie: Écoutez Marie, vous viendrez me voir en fin de matinée pour faire un point sur le budget.

Marie: D'accord Mr Lammbert.

Il était 11h45, les filles n'allaient plus tarder à partir déjeuner. Mr Lambert n'avait toujours pas appelé Marie pour faire le point.

Marie: Tu vas voir, il va venir exprès à 11h55 pour me faire chier ...

Eva: Écoute tu nous rejoindras à la pizzeria, on te commande la même chose que d'habitude si tu veux.

Marie: D'accord

11h53 : Mr Lambert sort de *** bureau et franchit d'un pas le couloir qui le sépare du bureau des filles, il passe la tête par l'encadrement de la porte: Marie, on y va; je sais que je vous prends tard mais on va faire vite.

Il retourna s'asseoir derrière *** bureau, Marie se leva prit le dossier et entra dans le bureau.

Mr Lambert se figea quelques instants, il était frappé par la tenue de Marie, il pensa: Ouaaa, le canon ...

Il se ressaisit et dit à Marie de s'asseoir sur le chaise de l'autre coté du bureau. Elle s'assit et croisa les jambes et posa *** dossier sur les cuisses et l'ouvrit dans l'attente des directives de *** supérieur.

Mr Lambert était déçu, car dans cette position il n'avait aucune vue sur ces délicieuses jambes. Le crissement des bas quand Marie croisa ses jambes l'excita quand même énormément et provoqua en lui un début d'érection.

Mr Lambert : Vous avez une synthèse des notes de frais de formation pour le premier semestre.

Marie: Oui, tenez. Elle chercha quelques secondes dans *** dossier et donna une feuille à *** supérieur.

Celui ci scrutait la feuille, puis il dit à Marie: regardez ces deux là, ils ont quand même beaucoup plus que les autres en frais de repas.

Marie décroisa les jambes pour pouvoir se pencher et regarder le document, ce qui fit de nouveau crisser ses bas. Ce petit bruit qui était complètement anodin pour Marie, provoquait chez Mr Lambert une excitation extrême.
Au cours de leur réunion il répéta *** petit manège plusieurs fois, montrant des choses sans importance à Marie juste pour lui faire croiser et décroiser les jambes.

Il était maintenant 12h15. Mr Lambert s'excusa auprès de Marie de l'avoir retenue un peu plus longtemps que prévu, puis il lui dit qu'elle pouvait disposer. L'ultime bruit de frottement que fit Marie avec ses cuisses en se levant finit de faire bander complètement Mr Lambert.

Il serait bien aller ce soulager dans les toilettes comme il le fait souvent quand l'autre petite mijaurée d'en face l'allume en lui montrant ses bas, mais il fallait absolument qu'il finisse ce dossier ce midi.

Cela faisait bien 15 minutes qu'il remplissait des tableaux Excel avec les notes que lui avait donnés Marie, puis il commença à mettre *** bureau sans dessus-dessous, il lui manquait un document.

Mr Lambert: il a du rester dans le dossier de Marie.

Il se dirigea dans le bureau des filles et chercha dans le dossier que Marie avait posé sur la gauche de *** clavier. Il trouva le document qui lui manquait, il tourna les talons pour retourner sur ses formules Excel quant un bruit attira *** attention. C'était le téléphone de Marie qui vibrait sur *** bureau, dans sa précipitation, elle l'avait oublié. Il ne sut pas lui même quelle mouche le piqua mais il se saisit de téléphone. Elle avait reçu un message sur *** téléphone, fébrilement il ouvrit le message : On peut venir te voir mercredi semaine prochaine. Préviens si empêchement. Pour te faire patienter, quelques photos dernière séance. Patrice.

Il ouvrit la première des pièces jointes, c'était Marie qui était assise en train d'enfiler un bas, sur la deuxième, elle était debout et portait un ensemble blanc avec un sublime porte jarretelles et de magnifiques bas noirs. Il ouvrit la dernière et il découvrit Marie vêtue de la même manière que sur le cliché précèdent, mais cette fois prise en sandwich par deux hommes.

Mr Lambert: Ahh c'est pas vrai, quelle petite pute ....

D'un seul coup, il se sentit à l'étroit dans *** pantalon, il sentait également des gouttes de sueur lui perler sur le haut du front.

Le téléphone lui brûlait les doigts, il ne savait plus quoi faire.

Il faut que je trouve quelque chose, une occasion comme ça ne se représentera jamais, ***gea t'il.

Fébrilement il transféra alors le message vers *** propre téléphone, une fois la confirmation d'envoi reçu, il effaça le message envoyé ainsi que la confirmation d'envoi.

Il remit le téléphone en place, prit aussi le document qu'il était venu chercher, alla le poser directement sur *** bureau et fila à vive allure vers les toilettes ........


Le lendemain matin, les filles arrivèrent toutes les trois en matin. Florence et Eva félicitèrent une fois de plus Marie pour sa tenue.

Marie portait aujourd'hui une jupe noire qui lui arrivait en dessous du genou, sa jupe était fendue de chaque coté presque jusqu'à mi-cuisse. Elle avait mis une paire de bas noirs, ceux à large dentelle. Elle avait tout de même vérifiée qu'on ne voit pas la lisière de ses bas, par contre il fallait qu'elle fasse attention en étant assise, mais cela ne l'inquiétait pas plus que ça, cachée qu'elle était derrière *** bureau. Elle portait un chemisier rouge pour compléter le tout.

Eva: Et bien dis donc tu nous fais un festival en ce moment...

Florence: Elle te va super bien, ta jupe, c'est une nouvelle.

Marie: Je l'ai acheté la semaine dernière quand je suis parti plus tôt l'autre jour.

Et en dessous, tu fais toujours partie du club, demanda Eva d'un air mutin.

Oui, dit elle en faisant voir une large jarretière noire sur le haut de sa cuisse.

Moi aussi toujours au club, dit Eva en faisant voir une paire de bas noirs également.

Elle se tournèrent toutes les deux vers Florence.

Celle ci leur dit: Aujourd'hui je peux me joindre à vous.

Elle souleva alors le coté de sa robe et leur dévoila alors une paire de bas mi-opaque.

Elles pouffèrent de rire toutes les trois et se mirent à travailler.

Il était 17h20, elles allaient bientôt partir, quand Mr Lambert entra en trombe dans le bureau des filles : Marie je suis désolé de vous imposer ça, mais il va falloir qu'on fasse un point sur le budget formation, je n'arrive pas à faire correspondre les montants.

Marie: Mais Monsieur, vous avez vu l'heure?

Mr Lambert: Oui, j'ai vu l'heure, mais il faut absolument que le siège ait la synthèse demain matin. On se retrouve au deuxième dans la salle de réunion dans 5 minutes pour tout reprendre depuis le début.
Une fois partie, Florence chuchota: Il est gonflé quand même, il aurait pu te prévenir avant.

Marie: Bon c'est pas grave, et puis tu sais, je n'ai per***ne qui m'attend le soir en semaine, alors rentrer une heure de plus tôt ou plus tard.

Ev: Et bien écoute, bon courage, et puis attention ... pas de folies, ajouta 'elle ironiquement.

Marie: Pff, c'est malin ....

Marie rassembla ses affaires et se dirigea vers la salle de réunion alors que ses collègues étaient en train d'éteindre leur ordinateur et s'apprêtaient à rentrer chez elles.

Marie entra dans la salle, Mr Lambert était déjà prêt, il était à la grande table ovale en train de pianoter sur *** ordinateur portable.

Mr Lambert: Venez vous asseoir à coté de moi.
Marie obéit, elle tira la chaise, s'assit, la réavança vers le bureau et commença à croiser ses jambes comme elle le fait habituellement. Elle sentit sa jupe remonter légèrement et se rappela qu'elle avait une jupe fendue.

Elle interrompit *** geste et se contenta de rester assise les cuisses l'une contre l'autre, elle 'osait pas regarder, si l'on voyait la lisière de ses bas. Elle voulait réajuster sa jupe mais ne voulait pas attirer l'attention de *** chef, elle préférait attendre le moment opportun.

Cela faisait maintenant une vingtaine de minute qu'ils travaillaient, Marie commençait à fatiguer installée ainsi, elle se décida à bouger afin d'être assise plus confortablement. Elle se préparait pour être aussi rapide que discrète que possible. Elle descendit ses deux mains, les posa sur ses cuisses, se leva d'un coup, tira sur sa jupe se rassit et croisa les jambes tout en tirant un peu sur sa jupe.

Mr lambert entendit encore le bruit du crissement des bas de Marie, il se tourna vers elle, et regarda vers ses jambes.

Mr lambert: Marie, depuis quelques jours vous êtes ravissante.
Surprise par cette remarque, elle lui dit un "Merci" aussi glacial que possible.

Cela ne refroidit pourtant pas Mr Lambert: Mais dites donc, ce ***t de bas que vous portez, ajouta t'il en pointant du doigt vers le bout de dentelle que l'on apercevait très nettement sur la cuisse de Marie.

Elle était toute rouge, elle 'avait pas assez descendue sa jupe, on voyant le haut du bas sur au moins 3 cm. Elle ne savait pas quoi lui répondre: Euh oui ...

Mr Lambert: Je sais qu'Eva en met régulièrement, d'ailleurs je me demande si elle ne fait pas exprès de tout le temps fouiller dans *** sac à main quand elle est en jupe cella là, je suis sur quelle m'allume la petite garce. Mais vous je ne pensais pas ...

Marie: Mais monsieur, ça ne va pas.

L'homme fit semblant de ne pas entendre, il rajouta juste: Remonte un peu ta jupe que je vois ça de plus près.

Marie: Mais attendez, mais .... mais vous vous croyez ou là.

Mr Lambert, Allez, fais pas ta mijaurée.

Marie: Mais vous me prenez pour qui???

Mr Lambert: Juste pour ce que tu es, une bonne petite salope sous des airs de Sainte ni-touche.


Après avoir dit ça, il fit glisser la souris dans l'explorateur de *** ordinateur portable, il alla dans un dossier qui contenait, trois fichiers. Il les ouvrit les uns après les autres, Marie se décomposa, elle ne sut quoi dire, elle mit quelques secondes avant de pouvoir bredouiller quelques mots: Mais .. mais comment ....

Marie regardait avec stupeur les photos d'elle en petite tenue puis en même temps par Patrice et Michel.

Mr Lambert: Ce n'est pas prudent de laisser traîner ses affaires, encore moins *** téléphone.

Elle comprit alors comment il s'était procuré les photos.

Mr Lambert: on peut s'arranger tu sais, il va falloir être gentille avec moi si tu ne veux pas que ces photos se retrouvent éparpillées un peu partout dans les salles de pause, voir même dans la boite aux lettres de ta mai***. Il va même falloir être gentille, si tu vois ce que je veux dire.

Malheureusement marie voyait très bien.

Marie: Non s'il vous plaît, pas ça.

Mr Lambert: Ne te fais prier, tu as l'air d'aimer ça si j'en crois ce que j'ai vu sur les photos.

Il posa sa main sur la cuisse de Marie et commença à remonter sa main en caressant le doux tissu: Mm c'est joli tout ça ...

Le contact de la main sur sa cuisse l'électrisa et commença à sentir *** intimité s'humidifier doucement: C'est pas possible, même ce gros porc me fait mouiller, mais qu'est ce qu'il m'arrive.

Sans qu'elle ne s'en rende vraiment compte elle écarta un peu les cuisses.

*** inquisiteur n'en demanda pas temps, il lui caressait maintenant l'intérieur de la cuisse et remontait petit à petit vers le string noir que portait Marie.

Très vite, il mit la main dessus et commença frotter *** doigt contre la fente à travers le fin tissu. le string de Marie fut vite trempé.

Cette dernière commençait à pousser de légers soupirs de plaisir: mmm ......han .....

Mr Lambert continua *** travail de sape, Marie commençait à gémir plus fort: Mmm ......Ahh....

Excitée, Marie posa sa main sur la bosse qui émergeait du pantalon de *** chef.

Mr Lambert ravi mais tout de même un peu surpris de cette victoire si rapide: Ah tu vois que tu aimes ça.

Il passa sa main sous le string de Marie, il passa ses doigts sur le joli triangle de poils puis descendit un peu plus bas pour y insérer un premier doigt, puis rapidement un deuxième.

Marie avait maintenant sorti le sexe de *** fourreau ou il était bien à l'étroi et le caressait depuis plusieurs minutes. Elle fut surprise et un peu effrayée de la taille de cette verge, elle était aussi longue que celle de Patrice et aussi grosse que celle de Michel.

Elle se dit en elle même: Il ne paie pas de mine ce vieux vicieux, mais il est monté comme un âne.

Marie appréciait de plus en plus les caresses de Mr Lambert et lui fit savoir: Ahhh oui ....... continue ........caresse moi bien .....

Encouragé par ces paroles, Mr Lambert pencha *** visage vers celui de Marie et l'embrassa goulument.

Marie resista un instant et offrit finalement sa bouche à *** envahisseur.

Au bout d'un moment Mr lambert se leva et dit: Viens je vais t'enlever ta jupe.

Il tira la chaise marie en arrière la poussa contre le bureau, il vint ensuite derrière elle, défit la fermeture de la jupe et la fit tomber au sol.

Il se plaqua alors derrière et lui passa une main sous le string. Il enfonça un doigt dans le sexe dégoulinant de désir de Marie: Ahhh .....Hannnn ..... Ouiiii ........

Mr Lambert était fou de joie, lui qui n'avait jamais eu beaucoup de succès avec la gente féminine était en train de doigter une magnifique blonde habillée comme une petite pute BCBG.

*** autre main ne reste pas inactive, il défit les boutons du chemisier puis s'empara d'un sein qu'il fit jaillir du soutien gorge, il l'empoignait à pleine main, puis il fit rouler ses doigts sur le téton qui devint tout dur.
Marie ondulait maintenant du bassin, Mr Lambert restait collé à elle en suivant le mouvement, il lui plaquait *** sexe contre ses fesses. Tout en ondulant Marie se frottait à cette tige qui était dure comme de la pierre.

Mr lambert dit ensuite à Marie: Allez tourne toi, tu vas venir me sucer.

Marie désormais docile, s'agenouilla et empoigna ce sexe qu'elle commença à le masturber, il était tellement gros et long qu'elle ne pouvait en mettre qu'environ un tiers dans sa bouche. Elle se concentrait sur le gland, elle jouait avec, l'aspirait, le léchait.

Mr Lambert poussait de longs râles de plaisir: Oufffff .......vas y, suce moi bien .... Oui ...... comme ça .....

Marie était tellement excitée que de *** autre main, elle s'enfonça deux doigts dans *** intimité et commença à les faire coulisser rapidement.

*** responsable vit *** manège et se dit en lui même qu'il était tombé sur une sacrée petite salope, il lui dit: T'aimes ça me sucer hein ...

Pour l'exciter encore plus, Marie lui répondit: Oui .... mmmm ... j'adore sucer ta grosse bite ...

Mr Lambert: Tu vas voir comment tu vas la sentir dans ta petite chatte tout à l'heure.

Marie: Ahhh je n'en peux plus ... viens me la mettre tout de suite ...

Mr Lambert était désarçonné, même dans ses rêves les plus fous, il n'aurait jamais espéré que cela se passe comme ça.

Marie s'était relevée, elle se tourna et s'appuya d'une main sur le bureau, de l'autre elle empoigna l'énorme sexe qui sortait tout juste de sa bouche et l'introduit doucement dans *** intimité.

Mr Lambert commença alors à baiser sauvagement Marie en la traitant de tous les noms: Tu l'aimes ma bite .... espèce de petite salope ....

Marie: AAAAAhhhhhhhh Ouuiiiii ........comme ça ..........vas y .........plus fort ....

Mr Lambert: Alors elle te fait du bien ...........

Marie: Haaannnn Ouiiii ......elle est bonne ......Hannnn ..... ta grosse queue ........Hannnnn

heureusement qu'à cette heure tardive, il ne restait plus qu'eux dans les locaux, vu le bruit qu'il faisait, entre les cris de plaisir de Marie et Mr Lambert qui faisait claquer *** ventre contre les fesses de Marie.

D'ailleurs depuis quelques minutes, il s'intéressait à la petite rondelle de Marie qui s'agitait sous ses yeux, il arrêta un moement de la baiser, lui écarta un peu les fesses et fit tomber un filet de salive sur *** petit trou. Il reprit ensuite *** rythme et enfonça un doigt dans l'anus de Marie.
Il se mit à coulisser *** doigt de plus en vite, sa collaboratrice avait l'air d'apprécier: Haaaan .......Mmmmmmm ....Ouuuuhhhhhhhh ...........

Il la baisa de plus en plus fort, au bout d'un moment Marie lui dit: Hannn ... j'en peux ..... encule moi .....

Sans attendre une seconde de plus, il retourna Marie, l'allongea sur le dos sur le bureau, lui posa les chevilles sur ses épaules et commença à pousser sa tige contre l'œillet de Marie, celui s'écarta et avala entièrement le gland. Il s'enfonçait petit à petit en se frayant un chemin au plus profond des entrailles de Marie.

Marie poussait le longs râles: Ouuuuuuhhhhh .......... douuucement .....

Emportée par la vague de chaleur qui coulait elle, Marie se mit à se caresser *** sexe et sa poitrine.

Mr Lambert continua de sodomiser Marie, il la tenait par les chevilles et lui maintenant les jambes en V, faisant pointer les talons de ces chaussures vers le plafond.

Il flottait également sa joue contre les compas de Marie qui étaient toujours empri***nés dans ses délicieux bas noirs, le contact de sa joue contre ce fin tissu l'électrisait. Au bout d'un moment il se mit également à lécher les mollets de Marie.

Marie: Hannnn .... elles te plaisent Hannnn ......mes jambes ????

Mr Lambert: Ahh oui ... tu m'excites quand tu es habillée comme ça .....

Marie: Hannn ....oui ....Hann .... moi aussi ....Han .... ça m'excite .....

Mr Lambert : Maintenant tu ne porteras plus que des bas .... compris ...

Marie : Hannnn .... oui ......Han .... plus que des bas ......

Mr Lambert : comme ton autre petite pute de collègue Eva, je sais qu'elle met des bas aussi ...

Marie : Hannn .... oui ..... Han .... elle aussi .....Mmmmm .... en met .....

Mr Lambert : elle aussi mériterait que je la baise ..... d'ailleurs tu vas m'aider à la baiser ....

Marie ne répondit pas à cette question, malgré la fièvre qui la possédait, elle ne voulait pas mêler ses amies à ça.

Mr Lambert: Tu'as intérêt de m'aider .... n'oublie pas les photos ....

Marie: Hnnn .... oui .... d'accord ....

Mr Lambert avait gagné, non seulement il était en train de posséder Marie par *** fondement, mais celle ci allait bientôt l'aider pour qu'il puisse aussi profiter des charmes d'Eva.

C'en était top pour lui, il envoya sa semence dans les entrailles de Marie, épuisé, il s'allongea sur Marie et lui arracha un baiser fiévreux.

Ils se relevèrent ensuite tous les deux et remirent de l'ordre dans leur tenue.En se rhabillant ils ne s'adresserent pas un mot. Marie se demandait ce qui était en train de lui arriver, elle qui était si prude et si reservée succombait maintenant aux avances du premier venu et y trouvait beaucoup de plaisir. Elle se rappelait également qu'elle avait dit à *** responsable qu'elle l'aiderait à piéger sa collègue Eva.

Mr Lambert de *** coté était en train de se demander s'il n'avait pas rêvé, au bout d'un moment il se rendit compte que tout cela était bien réel. Il se dit même qu'il pourrait essayer de continuer de profiter des charmes de sa subalterne, mais sans la ****** cette fois. Il était en effet très ètonné des initiatives qu'elle avait prises ainsi que du du plaisir qu'elle avait ressenti.

I dit tout simplement: On recommencera ce genre de réunion tardive, il me semble que vous avez apprécié n'est ce pas ma petite Marie?

Celle ci lui répondit d'un sourire mutin : Pourquoi pas Mr Lambert.

Mr Lambert: Et n'oubliez pas, vous devez m'aider pour Eva.

Marie lui répondit cette fois avec un tremolo dans la voix: Non, je n'ai pas oublié ...... je vous aiderai.

Mr Lambert: Bon, bous pouvez y aller je finirai tout seul.

Marie: D'accord.

Au moment ou elle tourna les talons, elle sentit une main lui déposer une petite claque sur la fesse, puis elle s'éloigna sentant à chaque pas la sève de Mr Lambert qui lui dégoulinait le long de ses cuisses jusqu'en haut de ses bas.