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It was true, what I had said to him. I have never been multi-orgasmic. It must have taken me all of a full minute of his resumed hard thrusting to realise that the pulsing from within was coming back. 'No,' I thought, 'it can't possibly be...'

Kurt kept pumping away inside of me while I just lay there under him, my back now softened by the supportive mattress, feeling the gentle throbs become a real-life pulsing that was building into ... wait for it ... oh yes, there it is, my second orgasm washing over me. Even better than the first!

I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even realise that he was coming too. I was so out of it, delirious from the waves of pleasure, that I think I missed feeling his first two voluminous spasms of cum that painted my insides.

It had ended as a beautiful coming together of two bodies. Despite my guilt, my shame, my embarrassment at being so satisfied by a mere 22-year-old kid, I really wanted to hug him to me, to hold him in my arms, to mutter soft thank you's. I wanted to acknowledge him for giving me what my husband had today denied me.

But while I was just making myself more comfortable, he lifted up his chest from mine. My eyes flashed open to see where he was going, and I was ****** to watch as his penis made a long slow withdrawal, the head eventually springing into view with a strand of his and my juices still connecting us until he pulled away fully.

"No, don't go," I begged.

"Not so resistant now, eh," he taunted, back to his abrasive, sarcastic streak. I saw him turn his head to address Jeremy, who had moved closer to the bed, obviously to get a better view. "Hope you learnt something ... here, have another try, mate."

Kurt maintained a hand on my shoulder, firm but not **********, and before I could rise up in protest, Jeremy was back, his now familiar thick 8½ inches bobbing around as it neared my spread, exposed and wet pussy. My anger returned at their audacity to think they could use me in this way. All I could say was "This is definitely all over now!" before Jeremy had completely replaced Kurt on top of my body and I felt that hard thick knob once more at my entrance. "Stop it Jeremy, now. Get off!"

But he just ignored me, and with greater confidence after watching Kurt seduce me, he positioned his penis at my opening and pushed it home. I sure felt it, my inner lining was now very sensitive from having already had the two penises and I felt every inch of progress he made up inside my body.

He had learned from his first time, and maybe too he had learned from watching Kurt bring me to two enormous orgasms. I was tender inside and I flinched at the intense activity that a broad 8½-inch penis makes as it thrusts inside of you. But despite all that, it felt good. I felt much more confident too about the ability of this young man ... his face that hovered above mine, a face that I knew so well, but never before in this way. He smiled down at me, now he appeared proud and confident.

Despite how used my vagina felt, I found my body responding this time to Jeremy. 'Oh, surely not,' I thought, 'I couldn't possibly cum three times.' But he was much better, his penis was making all the right moves, hitting the right spots and gradually, I became convinced that I could trust this young man to deliver my body safely to one more big O.

I threw my all into it, thrusting my hips back up at him like a twenty year old, giving him the ride of his life. I now sensed this was going to be good. As the throbbing intensified from deep within my body, I felt guilty that I had belittled his first attempt and I wanted to let him know how good I was now feeling. "Oh my God Jeremy, yes ... oh yes ... do me ... do me!" A giant wave pleasured over me, "Now, cum now, inside me, my darling Jeremy."

I surrendered to the waves of pulsing, throbbing pleasure that raged through my body, at last totally satisfying all of the sexual frustrations that had built up in my body from early this morning. Jeremy didn't let up, he was still pounding that extra long, extended hard-on into my now very tender vagina.

I lay beneath him, accepting every last exuberant, youthful stroke until his cum eventually exploded into me once more. His exhausted body flopped down on me and I supported him, my arms cradling him to me in such a more intimate manner than I ever did when he was a kid, visiting his best friend's home.

At times, when they were both younger, I would hug one of them to me when he had an accident and was crying. I recall that many times, I had held Jeremy's sobbing smaller body to mine, cradling him in my arms. I never then envisaged that one day, when Jeremy had become a handsome young man, I would be cradling his naked body to mine while his gigantic cock spasmed its release of creamy cum inside my satiated and pleasured body.

At last, he lifted his head up to look down on me. Now was a difficult moment, I was wracked with embarrassment. I looked up into the eyes of this 20-year-old that I had watched grow from 4 to become a man. But now, his deflating cock was still hard enough to fill me in the way any other man's full erection would. I felt it move inside me and I couldn't help it. I squeezed my pubic muscles, gripping this beautiful invader tightly within my vagina.

"Oh fuck, Mrs. Bradley, that was awesome. Oh God, you are something else. For years, I've wanted to be right where I am now, but I never dreamed that you would be so into it, that you would make it so good for me. I was always so scared you would either laugh at me, or get angry and never talk to me again." The young man bent his head down and kissed me right on the lips, "You are such a hot woman. Thank you for making my first time so good."

What did I do now? Should I tell him to call me Barbara after all these years. Mrs. Bradley sounded way too formal for a young man to address me as while his semi hard-on still twitched inside my receptive body.

I didn't know where to look, his eyes were staring down into mine, probing me, causing me total embarrassment for what I had just let he and his friend do to me in my own bed. I turned my head, trying to look around the room. I wondered where Kurt was. Was he lurking somewhere out of sight, waiting for Jeremy to get off me so he could have one more go? After all, he had only cum once. I certainly hoped not. My vagina was so sore inside now after so much activity, and my embarrassment was only going to double in size if this situation were to go on much longer. I really just wanted them both out of my house now.

I felt Jeremy easing his penis from out of my body, his weight lifting off me. Maybe he had been sensitive enough to feel my embarrassment too. When he was again standing behind the bed, I spotted Kurt across the room, sitting in a chair. "**** man, I thought you were never going to finish. Good effort, mate, you did well. Give me a couple of minutes to have one more go at her, and then we'll go down to the pub, eh?"

I cringed at the way he talked about me, as if I wasn't even in the room, but I was pleased to hear Jeremy tell him, "No Kurt, she's had enough."

"Bull **** she has," challenged Kurt, still naked and he rose up from the chair and started to come toward the bed.

But Jeremy stepped in front of him, holding him back. Kurt was a good 4 inches taller than Jeremy and more solid too. I figured that if it came to a physical fight between the two of them, Kurt would win out and I would be taken again. As much as my body had appreciated the pleasure these two young men had given me, I now just wanted them out of my house as quickly as possible. The guilt of having two so young was closing in on me.

To my surprise, Jeremy won the battle of wills and Kurt backed away. That was big, because I would imagine that, even though Kurt had already cum once, having watched his friend plunder my insides with that big penis would have stirred his arousal to a new peak.

Having pushed Kurt out the door of my bedroom, Jeremy came back to the side of the bed and looked down on me, still lying prone on my back, naked except for the black stockings and the garter belt with suspenders that held them in place. My pubis was wantonly exposed, my legs splayed apart. The cum of the two young men was seeping from out of my still quite open vagina and labia, and rolling down into the crack of my arse.

"Thank you for everything," Jeremy said, his eyes revealing how genuinely grateful he appeared to be.

"Don't tell Adam," was all I could say, hoping that I could trust him to not reveal to my *** what I had just done with his best friend.

"You have my word," he replied, then asked, "Can we do it again sometime?"

"I don't think so, Jeremy, I am going to feel a huge guilt when I come to my senses. It's really not right."

He left and I lay there for another hour, reluctant to leave my bed and clean up ... to wash myself and change the sheets and dispense what had just happened in this room to only a memory.

This story is told through the eyes of a woman, Barbara Bradley, 42-years old, married for the second time. Her husband is Terry and she has two ********, a *** and a ******** from her first marriage. Two of her ***'s best friends have just given her mind-blowing sex and she still languishes in the after-glow.

I knew that I would have to move soon, to get up out of my bed, to go and shower and wash the smell of MILF sex off me ... to dress more ******** to welcome my husband home from his hard day at the office. This had been a day in which he had rejected his wife - the sexual temptress, unknowingly sending me into the arms of the two young men who had subsequently brought me an afternoon of sexual delight.

After I showered, I changed the sheets that were stained from the cum of Jeremy and Kurt, mingled with the juices from my body. At last, weary from the pleasant ravaging of my body, I stood in the doorway of my bedroom and surveyed the appearance of the room, ensuring that it would look normal to my husband when he entered in an hour or two. It was in this doorway that Jeremy had stood only hours ago, dropping his tracksuit pants to expose that gorgeous large penis, beginning the events that brought out multiple orgasms in me.

When Terry arrived home that evening, he was unbelievably horny, like out of control horny, wanting to take me to bed for a quickie before dinner. That could be disastrous because there was no way I could accept any penis inside my vagina tonight, maybe even tomorrow or the next day. Jeremy and Kurt had given me such a workout with hard-driving fucking that my passage was so sore and sensitive. It wasn't just the amount of sex from these two young men, but the size of Jeremy's penis that had filled me like I had never been filled before.

I stressed out while cooking dinner, wondering how I could quell Terry's need for sex. After he had rejected me at his office, my suspicions had been that he was having sex with his PA and that they may have planned a lunchtime session. But for him to come home this horny made me reconsider that he might be having an affair.

After dinner, I cleared our plates away and when I came back from the kitchen, I stepped up to the table, standing opposite my husband. Then, taking Terry completely by surprise, I got down on my knees and crawled under the table, pushed his knees apart and slid in between them. Reaching up to unzip him, I reached a hand in and pulled out his penis and closed my mouth over it.

The sound of my husband's moans as my wet mouth enveloped the head and half the shaft of his rapidly rising penis told me how surprised he was at my actions. Our two almost adult ******** still live at home, so we never indulge in any sexual activity out of our bedroom. However, Adam was away at the moment and our ********'s tertiary studies would see her out until ten tonight.

I really worked at giving Terry the best damn blow-job he has ever had. I knew that if I could get him to cum here at the table, it would dim his horniness enough to avoid the embarrassment and possible exposure that would follow if I showed pain if we had full-on sex. When I had built up a strong rhythm and I could hear his breathing becoming ragged, he did try to push my mouth away, yelling "No Barbara, I want you in bed, I want to fuck." But I pursued my task so diligently that he quickly gave up and allowed me to suck his cum all the way to the surface, having it spit from the tip of his penis and splash to the back of my throat. I even swallowed, which I am normally reluctant to do.

He somehow pushed his chair back from the table and I moved with him, so that when he opened his eyes again after blowing his wad into my welcoming mouth, I was still kneeling between his thighs. His now limp cock still rested on my lower lip, traces of his spent cum dribbling down to my chin. He laughed, "Wow, what brought that on?"

I just giggled for reply.

So I dodged a bullet that night. Although he had come home, wanting to make love to the woman who had seductively teased him in his office that day, my husband had alternatively been very impressed with my impromptu blow-job and the added risk of doing it in the dining room. So we went to bed, he very satisfied with the outcome of the evening and me obviously satisfied with the incredible pleasure that I had drawn from the two young men this afternoon.

In the days that followed, I thought about that afternoon of unbridled lust over and over. While I had told Jeremy that it would never happen again, my mind turned over and over, considering how it might be possible. I knew that it should not, that was when the moral me stood up and rejected the sordid scenario of (a) cheating on my husband and (b) doing it with my ***'s best friends, (c) with young men that were less than half my age.

It was hard to justify a rea*** for wanting to have another day like that one. Yet in the darker areas of my mind, a box had been opened and my body lustfully craved another opportunity to have one or both of them bring me the delights that I savoured that magical afternoon.

When my *** Adam returned from his holiday, I was nervous around him. I was constantly looking for signs that Jeremy or Kurt might have revealed to him that his ****** had given them an afternoon of unbridled sex. But Adam was just his normal happy vibrant self and it appeared that the boys had respected me and not kissed and told. Then I went on to worry whether their silence meant that they would pursue me again. What would I do, how would I react if they came to my door any day and wanted to do me all over again? I was afraid that I would have little resistance if they did.

About two weeks later, Adam asked me if he could have his friends around for a pool party. While I was nervous at having both Jeremy and Kurt in my home again, I felt that there would be safety in numbers and besides, there was no valid rea*** to deny my *** having his friends over.

The day arrived, a Sunday ... there was quite a bunch, 4 girls and 6 guys, including Adam. Naturally, Jeremy and Kurt were there, they were very polite to me, addressing me as Mrs Bradley, just as they had done when their penises were inside me. My husband Terry chose not to stay at home, going out with his mates to watch a baseball game and our ******** was also out with her friends, so it was just Adam's 20-year old friends and me, the 42-year-old ******.

I watched a fair bit of the swimming and all round horseplay of testosterone-driven young males and giggly teasing females from my kitchen window. Although there was a gender imbalance in the group, I did notice one or two decided couples emerge through the afternoon, particularly as the ******* flowed. Jeremy -- yes, he of the larger than life penis -- seemed to have hooked up with an attractive young woman.

Her name was Georgia and about 3pm she came into the kitchen to talk to me. It was pleasant all-about-nothing conversation at first, but then she got around to telling me how she and Jeremy had become an item just a few weeks ago. She raved on about her feelings for him and that she hoped it would really lead somewhere. Then she suddenly hit me with a bombshell request.

"Mrs Bradley, is there somewhere Jeremy and I could go ... err, I mean, in your house, like a room with a bed in it, where we could, like, do it?" She looked sheepish, like a little embarrassed, but she had still been bold enough to ask.

I didn't know what to say. My moral code was back in the previous generation, and each generation coming through perhaps pushed the envelope just that bit further. Terry and I had recently talked about our reaction if either of our kids wanted to bring a partner home to stay and to ***** with them in their room. We agreed that it seemed pretty normal to do that these days, although it would have horrified our own parents.

But this was a bit different. Why wasn't young Georgia asking her own mum if she could take her new love Jeremy to her own bed? She could see the stunned look on my face and was experiencing my long silence.

"If you don't want us to, Mrs Bradley, it's okay. It's just that we have been building up to this moment for a few weeks, and I'm ... err, sort of on heat right now. I ... err, oh God, I want him so badly this very moment and I am so wet down there. Mrs Bradley, it's not like I haven't had sex before, I've just never done it with Jeremy, and I so want to."

Just a minute ... I am getting information overload. Did this girl really need to tell me just how wet she was? This seemed so weird in view of my having had sex with young Jeremy just two weeks ago. "Did Jeremy get you to ask me?" I was curious to know.

"Oh God no, Mrs Bradley, he doesn't know what I'm planning. I wanted to get your permission to use a room, a bed you know, and just go back out by the pool and take his hand and lead him inside there. He will be so surprised."

I was at least reassured by that. I knew that I was only a MILF to Jeremy, but I felt great affection for him, not just for the sex we had had, but also for having seen him grow up from a 4-year-old to now. I hated to think that he would be blatantly flaunting his real love in front of me at this time. But Georgia's words reassured me that he was not, and in fact, I wondered then if Jeremy would be embarrassed that Georgia had asked me for use of a bedroom.

The next consideration, as Georgia looked to me expectantly for my answer, was whether she knew how big Jeremy was when fully erect. Had they petted that much for her to have felt around and found that she could not wrap her fingers around its girth. If she had had sex before, as she claimed, then she would know that other young men did not enjoy the dimensions that Jeremy did. Then I wondered further whether that afternoon that I had enjoyed with Jeremy and Kurt had been pre-planned to give Jeremy some experience at fucking a woman. In other words, to get practice on me because he knew he would soon have to perform for his new girlfriend Georgia.

That did seem a distinct possibility as I stood here in my kitchen on a Sunday afternoon, confronted by the cool young woman, Georgia who wanted me to let her use a bed in my house to fuck with her stud boyfriend. "Err," I stumbled as I struggled to give her the answer she wanted, "how about the guestroom, it's just back there behind the laundry, through that door there."

Georgia's face lit up and she reached out, throwing her arms around my neck, "Oh thank you, Mrs Bradley, you are so cool, Adam sure is lucky to have such a great mum."

She planted a kiss on my cheek and spun around to leave. She was almost to the door that led back to the pool when she stopped, "Oh, I suppose I better get it ready, pull the top sheet back, make it look like our little love nest. Is it through here?" she asked and I nodded as she trotted off to prepare the bed for she and Jeremy to have their first sex together.

Soon, she was back, calling to me as she passed through the kitchen on the way to find Jeremy out by the pool, "It's just perfect, Mrs Bradley, just perfect."

I went back to my watching post at the kitchen window and saw the bubbly Georgia run up to Jeremy as he stood by the pool talking to, of all people, my own *** Adam. What would he think of his ****** giving his best mate a room to go and fuck his new girlfriend in? Then I had a touch of guilt as I watched the three of them ... then again, what would Adam think if he knew that best mate had fucked me -- his ******?

Georgia had Jeremy's hand and eventually, she managed to take him away from his discussion with Adam. I watched as she led him half-way back to the house, then she stopped to talk to him. I could see the look on his face as she appeared to explain where they were heading. He smiled happily, as I guess any young man would when he suddenly found out he was about to bed his new girlfriend. I wondered if there would be a twinge of guilt from him for doing it in the same house as we had done it just two weeks ago. If he had been practising on me for this moment, there was a supreme irony about doing it under the same roof.

The explanation over, Georgia again tugged him along toward the back door that I stood alongside. I quickly busied myself, appearing to get some more food ready for the pool party. Georgia led Jeremy by the hand in through the door and I naturally looked up. She giggled, "Thanks again, Mrs B, and Jeremy thanks you too," turning her head back to her new boyfriend, "don't you hun?"

Jeremy looked at me very timidly, "Yes ... err, yes I do, Mrs Bradley." He looked to me as if it was a guilt look on his part, like he was looking to see if there was any anger from me. Perhaps my theory about him using me for practice was dead right and he was looking to see if I had worked it out.

"That's okay, guys," I said brightly, giving my tacit approval to what was about to happen in my guestroom. They quickly disappeared through the laundry door on the way to the guestroom just behind.

The laundry had a shower and toilet attached and with the guestroom on the other side, it was intended to be a self-contained area for a lodger or relation to stay in.

I went back to my cooking for the party and resumed my watch out the window, enjoying watching the frolicking by the pool of my *** and his friends. A few minutes had elapsed since Georgia and Jeremy had adjourned for their first sex session together. But suddenly I was startled by a loud shriek from the direction of the guestroom. I was in a sudden panic, it sounded like a woman's shriek, was Georgia alright? What had Jeremy done to her? I felt responsible if anything happened to her because I had given permission to use the room.

I looked out to see if the shriek had been loud enough to be heard out by the pool. They had music playing out there, so they hadn't heard a thing. I headed over toward the laundry door, went through it to the door on the other side behind which was the guestroom.

I heard another shriek, louder this time because I was closer and the sound wasn't now competing with the music from the pool area. Then the shriek was followed by "No Jeremy, no, don't."

What should I do? What was this young man doing? Surely not ****** her, he didn't need to, she seemed so eager to have him. I stood at the door, debating whether to knock. Should I intrude? Damn it, I knocked anyway, adding, "Are you two okay in there? Is everything alright?"

There was no answer, but when I pressed my ear to the door, I thought I could hear sobbing. Damn it, I was going in. I turned the handle and the door opened. My eyes adjusted to the semi-dark. I could see Georgia lying on her back on the bed, she was naked, her legs spread. Jeremy was above her, also nude, his legs between hers, that long thick penis of his rested on her smooth flat tummy.

"I'm sorry to intrude at such a moment, but I heard screaming, are you okay, Georgia?"

She was sobbing, seriously.

"She's become a bit hysterical, Mrs Bradley," said Jeremy, his upper body raised above hers, his straightened arms by her sides.

"Do you know why, Jeremy?"

He looked at me standing by the side of the bed, "I ... err, I might have been a bit eager to get inside her. I don't know if I hurt her or just scared her. After the foreplay, it was feeling so good and she was so wet down there ... I might have just pushed it in a bit quick."

I lectured him like a school marm, "Jeremy, did you learn nothing from me?" then quickly hesitated when I realised what I had just revealed out aloud. I think Georgia was too distressed to fully grasp what I had just blurted out. Since I could see his large erection resting on her flat tummy, the rest of what I had to say to the young man could justifiably stem from seeing his erect organ, so I continued. "What you have there is almost a lethal weapon, you must use it with care, particularly on somebody new. Georgia is obviously somebody that you care about."

"Mrs Bradley, we did have foreplay..."

"Perhaps not quite enough, Jeremy." I sat down on the edge of the bed, my left leg folded under me, my right still on the floor. I reached out and softly touched young Georgia's forehead to quieten her distress, "Don't stress honey, just calm yourself down."

She eased her constant sobbing back to occasional sobs and turned to look up at me, "I was so excited at giving myself to Jeremy, I didn't expect anything could spoil the moment. It's just that he's different to the only other two boys I have ever had sex with. Have you seen it, Mrs B, it's big, so big!"

"Yes Georgia, I have seen it," I was able to tell her so truthfully, but added "I can see it from here" to allay any suspicion that the young girl may have. "You're right dear, it sure is big."

"I mean Mrs B, I didn't know they came that big."

I was now using my hand to stroke her hair. She had certainly calmed down. She took me by surprise, lifting her head and dropping it into my lap. Although not yet joined to her, Jeremy shifted his body sideways to match her movement, bringing his face closer to mine.

"Georgia dear," I started, "I went through exactly what you are going through just a while ago. I came across a man who was just as well endowed as your friend Jeremy. I was as scared as you obviously are now when he took it out of his pants. I was silly and I ran away, but only because nobody had prepared me for coming across one that size."

"So what happened, did you overcome it, did you have him?"

I decided to blend two stories together to protect any revelation of my fling with Jeremy. I had started out talking about that neighbour from down the street, but now blended that story with having actually taken Jeremy into me. "Georgia, I told some girlfriends of my dilemma on being confronted with such a large penis. They persuaded me that I had really missed out on something special by rejecting the neighbour, so a few weeks later, I had the opportunity again, and this time I let him have me with that big penis."

"Wow, did it hurt you? I mean, it was like seriously hurting when Jeremy started to put it in me."

"Was that really pain, Georgia? Did it physically hurt, or was it just discomfort because he was so much bigger than those other boys you've had?"

"I don't know, Mrs B, it seemed to be pain." She paused, "Oh I don't know, maybe you're right, perhaps it was just uncomfortable, being so big and all. Was I being silly too?"

"No Georgia, I guess it was a natural reaction for a girl your age, but really, your vagina will expand no matter what size penis goes into you. I eventually found that out and it brought me exquisite pleasure." Continuing the stroking of Georgia's hair, I looked up to see Jeremy's eyes watching me intently, his face so close. He smiled when I said what I did and I smiled back at him, looking down quickly with guilt, hoping that Georgia had not seen our shared moment of reflection.

"Are you sure, because exquisite pleasure sounds really good. Can you stay, I think I'd like to try it again, but I would feel better if you helped me through it. I mean, like you've done it and all with -- I guess -- one just like Jeremy's."

"Yes Georgia, one just like Jeremy's." I paused, "but I don't know if I should stay. That's a pretty intimate thing between you two, I shouldn't be here with you."

"Oh please Mrs B, pretty please, I'd like you to stay, and I'm sure Jeremy won't mind. Will you Jer?"

"No I guess not," was Jeremy's response. But I was certain he would mind, I was certain he would be embarrassed to have me see him trying out his new technique on his new girlfriend ... technique that I believed that he had learnt from me.

Jeremy's agreement seemed to seal the deal for Georgia. She was a happy girl again, eager to have Jeremy for the first time ... and I was to be the reluctant witness to this sexual coupling. I had never seen any couple have sex live, and in the flesh, as it were. I mean I had seen sex scenes in movies, but this was different. I was perched on the edge of one of my beds, young Georgia's head lying back against my bikini-clad pubis, comfortably resting in the vee of my spread thighs.

I saw Jeremy resuming his intimate seduction of his new girlfriend, holding his massive organ, running it up and down her pubic slit, stirring her juices once more. She was obviously eager to enjoy this experience, almost immediately responding to his penis-tip strokes with quite loud sighs and moans. Georgia's head began to wriggle around in my lap as Jeremy's head came forward and his mouth devoured one of her nipples, right in front of my eyes. This brought increased and even louder moans and exhortations of her pleasure.

"Do it, do it ... I can take it now," Georgia urged her new lover as Jeremy's work on her nipples combined with his slippery sliding penis head to stir her budding clitoris to a new high.

I had such a great view, although I still considered myself to be too close to the action to witness such an event unfolding. I stared intently as Jeremy positioned his thick penis head at her squirming pubis, aiming the tip into her vaginal opening. This was, I guessed, about as far as he got last time ... an attempt that brought about Georgia's loud shrieks and sobbing that drew me into this room, and now left me in such an embarrassing position.

My God, so clearly right in front of me, I watched that humongous penis pushing forward into her opening, spreading the lips of her vagina to wrap around the head and then the shaft. She was taking it now without protest. I heard Georgia whimper as he pressed his penis deeper into her, but she managed to turn those almost protesting whimpers into encouraging moans.

Her arms came up, the hands raised in the air above her body. I thought she was going to wrap them around Jeremy's neck to pull his upper body down to hers. That would have blocked my view of the pushing and thrusting movements I was captivated by. But instead, she held her hands up in front of me. I wasn't sure what she wanted, but I tried taking her hands in mine. That's what she wanted. She grasped my hands tightly and through them, I kind of felt what she was feeling. It did help that I knew what Jeremy's big penis sliding into my own vagina really felt like.

I could feel every inch he gained inside her body, reflected by pulses inside my own vagina as my memory translated those thrusting moves of his into how it felt for me as each inch of his hard thick penis pushed deeper inside me only recently. And whatever thrusts I couldn't still imagine were conveyed so accurately to me through Georgia's expressive hands gripping mine so tightly.

It was slow progress, achieved in stages ... an inch gained, then a rest while she coped with the territorial gains made by the intruder. Minutes went by before at last Jeremy's pelvis rested hard up against her spread pubis. Then the excitement really started as he began withdrawing and then thrusting back inside, gradually building up some momentum while Georgia grunted and groaned and moaned, depending on whether this big penis was on an inward or outward slide at that precise moment.

She gripped my hands tightly, her head ground around in my lap and her hips began to hump crazily, lifting her lover up with her as if she had been doing this forever. Her breathing was ragged and noisy and an orgasm seemed imminent. I couldn't believe her good luck, although I had a sense of pride as I watched the young man that I had sort of trained, go about getting her off.

Now she was humping so hard that her hips were coming up off the bed, lifting his weight with hers. Loud incoherent panting gasps and then she was there, her whole body exploding in wild spasms. Her eyes were shut tight and just as well because Jeremy leaned forward and kissed me open-mouthed passionately on my lips as he too came, his cum exploding inside her welcoming body.

When he pulled his lips back off mine to loudly voice his own cumming, I looked down quickly, checking if Georgia had seen the illicit kiss between her lover and I. Fortunately, she was still riding her waves of orgasm, her eyes tightly closed, oblivious to the impulsive revelation of the connection between this young man and I.

What a turn-on, I was right in the middle of such an exciting scene. I now proudly believed that I had tutored this young man for just this moment, although I didn't know it when I had him inside me just two weeks ago. I had to leave this room, I was hot -- in heat, I had no doubt that I was wet, so wet, and that those juices would soon become so intense that they would penetrate the material of my brief bikini.

But Georgia was floating somewhere, her vagina full of Jeremy's thick meat and his cum spilled deep inside her fertile young body. She wasn't about to come back to reality and lift her head out of my lap so I could get up and slip out of the room.

"Thanks!" said Jeremy to me, acknowledging the help I had given to his carnal conquest of this young woman, I guess not just for my calming her down when she became a little hysterical, but for providing the bed in the first place.

"Just treat her right," I told him in a ******** way.

"I will, Mrs Bradley," he promised.

I needed to make my move, I lifted her head and eased my leg out from under her, sliding off the bed and tiptoeing silently to the door, making my exit.

Closing the door of the semi-darkened room behind me, I found myself back in my kitchen, sunlight still bright outside in the late afternoon. My **** pool party was still in full swing and I wondered whether I had been missed, whether my *** or any of his other friends had come into my kitchen wondering where I was.

God, I was so horny after bearing close witness to Jeremy's first sexual pairing with Georgia. The young woman had got what she wanted and Jeremy had got his rocks off inside her. But I was left high -- but not dry, so wet and so hot. Standing alone in the middle of my kitchen, I dared to slip my fingers down into the front of my bikini bottoms. Sure enough, I was wet, more than wet, there was almost a river running down in my pubic slit. I really needed to get off, but how and where, and with whom.

As if on cue, as I stood in the middle of my kitchen, searching for a pleasure source, that other friend of Adam, Kurt suddenly appeared through the door from the pool, "So how goes it, Mrs Bradley, you getting your share these days?"

I looked around nervously, checking to see that nobody else was approaching the kitchen. "I do alright, Kurt, my husband's a good man, he looks after me."

"He wasn't looking after you that day we came to visit you, Mrs Bradley. I seem to recall that he had just rejected you, even though you looked a million bucks that day."

I felt that I needed to defend my husband against the sexual arrogance of this young man, even though at this moment, my mind was whirling with thoughts of him urgently servicing my needs. "He was very busy that day, I just intruded at a bad time."

"The man's a fuckwit, how could he turn you down anytime?" Kurt kept moving closer to me, and I nervously backed up behind the breakfast bar so that he had me cornered against the kitchen bench, my back to the sink. He stood up close to me, in my per***al space, "So are you really telling me you're getting your share, Mrs Bradley?"

I was ****** to look directly into his probing eyes. I felt him place both hands on the bare skin of my hips. "I guess that sometimes it's not enough," I confessed, although not sure why I should be so honest with him. Was it my body calling out for me to seek his help?

"I knew from that first moment when I met you on your driveway that you were a hot one."

"I wasn't dressed very appropriately that day."

"I thought you were dressed very appropriately ... for hot sex. But no, it wasn't your clothes that day, Mrs Bradley, it was you, your body, your eyes, your lips, you just ooze sex."

"Nobody else has ever told me that, Kurt."

"Come on, you know you look great for your age, and you know what that does to guys, whether they're your age or my age. Look at this, I'm stiff from just being in your presence," and he reached a hand down and pulled the waistband of his swimmers away from his body so I could see his hard-on standing up and out. It was indeed rock hard. Just looking at it brought back such great memories of what that penis had done for me two weeks ago.

I wanted to reach into his swimmers and grasp it, to stroke it and introduce it to my body ... but not here, in my kitchen. Jeremy and Georgia could reappear from the guestroom any moment, or worse still, Adam or his friends could come in from the pool. I was trapped and vulnerable as Kurt had me pinned against the kitchen bench, my back to the pool.

I must have stared down at his erection for too long as his fingers continued to hold the waistband of his Speedo's out. "Look at you," he said, "can't take your eyes off it, can you? Where do you want it?"

I looked back up into his eyes, ashamed of myself. After last time, I swore I would never go near Jeremy or Kurt ever again. But I needed it so badly that I had no restraint, "You know where my bedroom is, you better go in first."

He didn't move, I felt the hand, that had exposed his penis to me, go to the front of my bikini bottoms. The fingers curled inside the material and his fingertips and his open palm descended against my bare skin. His fingers rolled over my clitoris and my body jerked in carnal response. Then they slid down the parted lips, "****, you are so wet," telling me something I already knew.

"Alright, damn it, I want it now," I admitted, then per***alised it for his ego, "I want you, Kurt! In my bed, now!"

The fingers stroked back up to my clit and I shuddered again. Then they withdrew and he turned away from me. I watched as he confidently strutted across my kitchen to the door that led off toward the bedrooms. Even his arse looked great from behind. He disappeared from sight and I turned around anxiously to look out through the window at the pool area.

Everybody seemed happily occupied with swimming, ******** and talking. I turned back away from the window, my feet began to move, tracing the same steps he had just made, taking me from my kitchen toward my bedroom. I figured he should be in my bed by now, and I wanted nothing other than an illicit carnal coupling with this magnetic young man.

But the closer I got to the hallway, I picked up the sounds of two male voices ... it sounded like someone was challenging Kurt and the young man was responding. Who else could be in the house? Jeremy would have had to come through the kitchen to be in that hallway ... the same goes for my ***, Adam.

The raised voices stopped as I stood frozen to the spot, halted in my mission to join Kurt in my bed and have him do to me once again what he did two weeks ago. I jumped in fright as a familiar face appeared in the doorway, My God, it was my husband, Terry.

"Hi honey, how's the party going?" But he didn't wait for my response, quickly adding "How about the arrogance of young people today ... I just came across some guy -- never seen him before -- he was strutting through our house like he belonged here. Turns out he was looking for the bathroom ... didn't you tell them to use the toilet off the laundry, honey? They might be Adam's friends, but we don't want them in our bathroom and especially not in the small one off our bedroom, do we?"

I was surprised and flushed, did my face show it? "No, I guess we don't," I had to agree to appease my husband. I hadn't expected him home for at least another two hours, "Darling, why are you home so early?"

"Oh, the ball game was a blow out, 10-1 in the seventh, I walked out. The other guys went to a bar, but I begged out of that, thought I best come home to my family. So how are the kids enjoying themselves, and did you miss me?"

I stuttered, "Oh ... err, yes of course! And I think they're having a good time out there." My head was spinning, was I imagining it or could I smell my heated arousal ... after all, I had my juices on my fingers ... more importantly, could he? Would he touch me and feel how wet I was? What if Jeremy and Georgia were to suddenly reappear after their sexual tryst? What would my husband think about my letting them use our guestroom to quell their passion? What if it came out that I was with them throughout, how would he take that?

And most important of all, I was still hot and horny, how was I going to get off now that my husband was home? Could I persuade him to take me inside to our bedroom and do me ... now while the kids still frolicked out by the pool? He was never an impulsive sort of guy, look how he let me down when I tried to be impulsive, going to his office dressed all sexy like. And, although I felt guilty thinking it, as good as Terry had been to me in our six years together, he had never made me hit the heights twice the way Kurt did in that one afternoon. I needed a stiff ***** before I could enjoy anything else stiff.

"Would you like a *****, darling? I think I could do with one," I suggested, backing up to the kitchen bench that Kurt had only recently had me pinned against, while his finger stirred my passion.

"Yes, why not," he answered, "I only had a couple of those weak beers they sell at the ballpark, can you pour me a whisky while I go out and catch up with our boy." To my relief, Terry went off toward the pool in search of Adam.

As I poured my husband a shot of whisky and got a rum and coke for myself, I noted that my hands were shaking. That was a really close call. If my husband had come home a mere minute later, I would have been in bed with Kurt and my marriage would probably be crumbling around me right now. I silently berated myself for being so stupid as to risk having Kurt take me in this house while others were here. Yet parts of my body hit back at my responsible side, telling me how I had to have Kurt again .. and maybe Jeremy too. As illicit as that afternoon had been, I had only exciting memories of it.

The two ****** poured, I took a big swig of my rum and coke, finding myself once more pressed against the kitchen bench, staring out through the window at the activities around the pool. I saw that Terry had found our *** and he and Adam were sitting on the pool edge, engrossed in conversation.

Suddenly I jumped, startled as I felt hands tugging my biking bottoms down. My head spun around, seeing Kurt's face over my shoulder. He pushed the bikini below my knees and his knee from behind nudged my thighs apart. His hands were on the cheeks of my arse and I felt him spread them apart, then a hard object that I just knew would be the head of his penis was pushed right up against my tiny puckered anus.

"No, oh God, no!" I pleaded, almost screaming the words at him as I felt him pressing his hard-on against my tiny anal ring. His hands had released my arse cheeks so that they gripped his penis, helping to hold him there and I felt one hand wrap around my body, his fingers immediately sliding within the inner folds of my pussy. I was still so wet there that they could slide around unhindered, immediately stirring my arousal at both ends of my pubic slit. One moment, the pads of his fingers were magically arousing my clitoral bud, then two of them were dipping inside my vagina, the finger tips quickly finding my G-spot on the upper side.

"Stop Kurt ... no, you can't ... no, don't do this, not here. Oh please stop!" My whole body was squirming around, trying to dislodge his penis from up against my anal ring and his fingers from the pleasurable distraction they were causing. "Stop right now, somebody could come in any moment," I pleaded, but all the time feeling the pulsing that his fingers were already causing.

"We can see if anybody's coming through this window," he told me, his fingers not letting up, but rather intensifying as he felt emboldened by the whimpers and moans that I now emitted between my impassioned pleas for him to stop.

"Not just from out there," I told him, "Jeremy and his girl, what's her name ... oh, Georgia, yes Georgia, they just did it in the guestroom and they could come out of there any moment." My body still squirmed around in his hold, but was it now trying to get away ... or was I squirming in response to the powerful sensations that his fingers were bringing to my innermost sexual parts, with his penis tip wedged at my arse.

"That's what makes it all the more exciting then, we could get caught by Jeremy and Georgia. Hey, so he nailed her, did he? Good for him, but how do you know that they actually did it in there?"

Should I tell him? Oh damn, I couldn't believe that I was actually having a conversation with Kurt while his penis was pushed up against my anal entrance and his fingers manipulated my budding clitoris and tickled my G spot alternately. "I was with them while they did it ... I watched them, saw everything, it was amazing. That's what made me so horny. See, it's not you that's got me this way!" I told him, trying to reduce his ego in spite of his confident sexual manipulation of my body.

My legs became unsteady, my thighs started trembling. I couldn't believe that I might cum like this, right here and now in my kitchen, with all of these people so close by. Oh God, if I do, please don't let me be noisy like I always am when I cum.

His fingers had done their work, I could feel my whole lower body responding. Strangely now, I almost liked the pressure of his penis head against my tight anal ring. I think I even initiated my pelvic floor exercises at this tenuous moment. That would have clenched my arse cheeks on his penis head in a series of spasms, to which he responded with words, "Oh yes, you're so hot, you do want it up the arse, I knew it, I can feel it."

"Not now! Some other time!" I surprised myself, admitting I might contemplate it and managing to tell him before his fingers brought on my orgasm and I screamed out my pleasure as the sensations hit me. His free hand quickly clamped over my mouth to silence any more orgasmic screams. I was so in the high of it all, my eyes wouldn't focus to see if anyone outside had heard me cumming.

There was throbbing from deep inside my body, somewhere behind my pubis and the sensations washed over me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I was held up awkwardly wedged against the kitchen bench, my legs threatening to give out on me, but Kurt's penis at my arse and his fingers foraging in my vagina somehow kept me upright. It was a fabulously intense finish, although I struggled to breathe through my nose as his hand clamped my lips shut to quell the screams of my pleasure.

I don't know how long we managed to hold there in that position as my body came down from its incredible high. At last, Kurt released his hold on my mouth and the first thing I wanted to know, as I looked anxiously through the window, was "Is anybody coming?"

"Only you," he said, "and you did a pretty good job of it."

"Oh my God, that was sensational," I admitted -- how could I not? I turned my head to try to see his face, "Thank you Kurt, I really needed that."

He would have realised that the moment was over, as I felt his fingers slide from out of my vagina, and I emitted a little whimper at the sensitivity of my pubic region at this moment. Then I felt his penis pull away from between my cheeks and I said, "Oh!" I don't know why, it just came out.

"Yes I know, I can see that you really wanted me to be pushing it up your arse right now, not taking it away," he told me.

"No, no I don't," I tried to claim ineffectually, but I was lying because by having his penis there, my memories of anal sex with my first husband returned and for just a moment, I contemplated the possibility of letting Kurt do that to me one day. That is, if we get through this day without our dirty little secret being discovered.

I felt Kurt pulling my bikini bottoms back into place and he stepped back, allowing me to straighten up. Oh God, I felt good at that very moment, despite the unsteadiness of my legs. I reached a hand out to hold the kitchen bench while my body recovered from the big 'o' that I had just experienced.

I heard voices and looked across the kitchen to see that the young lovebirds, Jeremy and Georgia were emerging from the guestroom. My head spun quickly to check that Kurt had buried his erection back inside his swimmers. Oh God, he had, but they were tented out so far that any observer could see how aroused he was.

I was sure that my face was crim*** with embarrassment. "So what's going on with you two?" was Jeremy's leading question.

"Just taking care of some business," Kurt told him with sexual implication in his words.

"Not finished business, judging by the look of you, did we interrupt something?"

"Jeremy, that's enough," I admonished, concerned at what conclusions Georgia might draw from this conversation.

"Well, it's just that he's got..." insisted Jeremy.

"Yes ... yes, we can all see that," I said sternly to my **** best friend, cutting off his words before he got to say hard-on or erection or even something vulgar.

For an awkward moment, all four of us stood there in my kitchen ... me with my face flushed, Kurt with his boner in his swimmers and Jeremy and Georgia just looking quizzical.

Jeremy at last broke the awkwardness of the moment, "Come on Georgia, let's go back outside and join the others."

She seemed to happily agree with that direction and took his hand to depart. But as they exited through the door to the pool area, I heard her ask, "Why did your friend have a stiffy, what's going on in there with Adam's mum?"

How would he answer her, but I wasn't going to hear that important reply. They were now both out of earshot. If he told Georgia what had gone on between the three of us recently, could we trust her to be discreet? "You better go back to the party too," I said, turning back to Kurt.

"What, like this?" he asked, pointing down at his so obvious erection.

"Oh God no, you better not, my husband's out there. If he sees you with that, after earlier finding you on the way to our bedroom, we'll both be in deep ****."

"So what are we going to do about this?" he said and reached down to pnce again draw his swimmers out over his extension.

"Oh no, don't show me that now?" I pleaded, knowing what I would really want to do with it in spite of my just cumming. I was captivated, staring down at his erection that stood straight out horizontally from below his six-pack.

"You know the only way that it will go down quickly," he suggested, pushing his Speedo's down to mid thigh and stepping closer. "It's either your mouth or your cunt, what will it be?"

I cringed at his coarse description for my vagina. I know it's only words, but my parents raised me to never use words like that. Still, I knew what it meant and I had to agree that I would need to decide on one opening to help him reduce his size quickly.

I looked around nervously, checking the group outside by the pool for any likely movement this way. "If I do," I said to Kurt, "will you promise me you'll watch and stop me immediately if anyone starts heading this way."

"Yeah sure," he answered casually.

"No seriously Kurt, I mean it. I don't care if you're about to cum, if anyone starts toward the house, you've got to stop me."

He mockingly put his hand on his heart, "I promise Mrs Bradley."

I accepted that this was as good an assurance as I was going to get from him. "Okay, come here," I told him as I backed up to the kitchen bench once more, "and keep your eyes on the pool area, no matter what." As he approached, I dropped down to my knees, reaching out to grasp his hard shaft as he closed the gap between us.

This was so dangerous, anybody could come in to the kitchen at any time. I knew this was going to have to be really quick. I looked up at the young 22-year-old as I knelt in front of him, holding his hard-on just an inch from my open lips, "Don't hold back, Kurt, not this time, just cum as soon as you can ... please!"

I pulled his penis to my open mouth, licking my tongue across the tip, then lifting it upward to lick along the underside of his shaft. I felt him shudder and his body rocked forward and back, then Kurt shuffled his feet closer to me, pressing my back right up against the cupboards below the sink and the bench.

I really worked at giving him my best ever blow job. I used my lips, my tongue, even used my teeth to lightly graze his sensitive penis skin. I opened my mouth up wide and pushed his whole shaft in until the tip was up against the back of my throat. I used to gag when I did this with my first husband, but since being with Terry, he had helped me improve my technique. Terry reckoned I was now very good at deep-throating.

Judging by the appreciative sounds that Kurt was making as he stood above me, I figured that maybe Terry was right. I stole a peep up at his face high above me. His eyes were closed, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, "Jesus Kurt, keep watching, damn you!" I yelled up at him.

"Sorry ... I'm sorry," he mumbled, his eyes flashing open. "God, don't stop though!"

"Is it all clear, I'm only going to keep going if nobody looks like coming in," I threatened him and fulfilled that threat by waiting, holding his shaft within reach of my mouth.

I saw him look around diligently, "No, it's all good," he reassured me, "everybody seems content out there."

"And are you content in here, young man?" I teased, stretching the tip of my tongue out to lick his penis head.

He gasped loudly, "Oh God yes, just do it ... please Mrs Bradley."

With that, I pulled his shaft back across my parted lips, sucking on him, swirling my tongue around and around beneath his purple penis head. My hand began pumping his shaft, pulling on it, drawing his shaft across my wet lips, stroke by stroke, determined to have him cum quickly.

Suddenly without any warning, I felt Kurt's hands grasp the sides of my head, stopping my sucking movements, his penis lodged deep within my mouth, my lips creating a seal around his shaft. He had pushed his hips forward, wedging my head back against the cupboard. I couldn't move. Then to my shock and horror, I heard my *** Adam's voice so close, "Hey Kurt, what ya doing man?"

I wanted to sink to the floor, but where was he? I stole a peep upward. Kurt was looking straight out the window. My *** must be right outside the kitchen window, looking in. The fact that Adam hadn't asked, 'Who is that sucking you off?' convinced me that the height of the window sill prevented him from seeing anything below Kurt's chest.

"Just getting some water from the sink here, mate. Think I've had too much *****, just needed something refreshing," Kurt told him, sounding so assured and confident. I was a nervous wreck.

"Have you see my mum, Kurt?" my *** asked, his voice so close to me as I knelt at Kurt's feet, his hard penis tightly pressed almost to the back of my throat.

"Yeah, I just passed her, Adam ... I think she's gone to take a piss."

There was nothing more for a moment, just the playful sounds from the pool area. My eyes stole a peep up at Kurt who eased his hips back, allowing my head the chance to move. His hands left the sides of my head. I reached my own hands up and pulled his hard shaft from out of my mouth, "Has he gone?" I whispered.

Kurt looked down at me, a smirk on his face, "Yeah, he's gone!"

"Damn you, Kurt, that was scary. Didn't you see him coming?"

"You were doing it so good that I closed my eyes for a moment."

"Damn, I told you, Kurt. If you can't watch out, it's over." I started to rise up from my knees.

Kurt placed his hands down on my shoulders, "No ... oh my God, don't stop, I was so close, Mrs Bradley. Come on, just another minute, that's all it will take."

Reluctantly, I allowed him to push me back on my knees. As frightening and as stressful as that moment had been, I still wanted to complete my mission. I held his shaft in my hand and I brought it back to my parted lips, "But keep your eyes open, and cum quickly!"

I resumed, pulling his erection back into my mouth, starting up at the same pace I had been at previously, soon hearing his breathing quickening, becoming louder. It took more than a minute more, but soon he was panting breathlessly, I knew he must be close. With my mouth full of his penis shaft, sliding in and out rapidly, I stole another look up at his face. His eyes were open, but not wide. He looked to be in a euphoric state, confirming for me that I should prepare for a mouth full of cum.

I pulled on his shaft frantically, trying to push him over the top. He was panting loudly, it should be any second now. I felt the first spurt of his cum splash against the back of my throat. I made a murmuring sound as I gulped it down, clearing the way for his second ejaculation that blasted from the tiny eye at the tip of his penis head on my next furious tug of his hard-on.

I swallowed most of that one too while I continued to milk his shaft with my fist, producing a third voluminous blast of his creamy fluid. Now with more time to work with, I swirled this latest offering around in my wet mouth, over and under my tongue before slurping his cum down my throat.

There was less cumming now and I had time to allow the next dwindling spurts of cum to accumulate on my tongue before finally letting it slide down through my digestive system. I wanted to savour the moment, bringing such obvious joy to this normally aloof and arrogant young man. But at the same time, I was worried that in cumming, he would cease to be vigilant and we could be sprung with an obviously disastrous outcome.

My lips and tongue slurped along his diminishing shaft to drain it dry before letting my mouth slip off the end of it. I took one last longing look at his now almost flaccid penis, picturing its ridges in my mind until I would next see it. Yes, that's right -- next, because by now, I knew I must have him again. Not in this urgent, hurried way that today had been, but again in my bed, with time to appreciate his hardness, his virile youthfulness, his capacity to draw multiple releases from my body. Yes, there was definitely going to be a next time, and I would begin planning it in my mind even as I rose back to my feet and looked around nervously, amazed that we had apparently got away with such a cheeky furtive blow job.

Kurt had tucked his penis back into his swimmers and he could now rejoin the party without exposure or embarrassment. He actually smiled at me and reached a hand to my chin to wipe up some of his cum that had escaped my lips and lingered there. He held the finger in front of my face and I stretched my tongue forward and licked this last remnant of his cum into my mouth to process it in the same manner as I had with the rest of his ejaculate.

I dismissed the small degree of guilt that nagged at my mind and set about heating up the next course of snacks for my **** guests. I wrapped the sarong back around my bikini so as not to appear overly sexual to our young guests, then picked up the tray and went out by the pool to offer the food around.

I felt a playful hand slap my arse and spun around, hoping it was not Kurt or Jeremy being too familiar. I was relieved to find that it was my husband Terry, who told me, "You look hot tonight, babe ... what say we get something going in the bedroom as soon as this crowd goes?"

Alright, I admit that I did feel guilt as I looked at Terry and wondered if my suspicion about he and his PA might have been unfounded. It was that suspicion that had pushed me into bed with both Jeremy and Kurt that fateful day two weeks ago. Of that day, I could convince myself that these two young men had set out to seduce me. But now -- tonight - I was becoming the instigator and I wanted more of these young men ... hopefully, not at the expense of my marriage.

When Adam and his friends wound up the pool party and headed off into the city to party on at one of the night-clubs, Terry and I at last found ourselves alone. I apparently still looked good to him, and sure enough, we did get something going in bed that night ... and it was fulfilling to us both.

I woke late on the Monday morning after my *** Adam's pool party for 9 of his friends. My husband Terry had already left for work so I lay there in my bed, reflecting on how my quiet suburban life had changed in the past two weeks.

Terry is my second husband and we have been married 5 years. I am not at all unhappy with him, either as a loving companion and new ****** to my almost adult kids, or as the competent lover that he is. So how did I get into this ticklish situation where I now respond – no, not just respond – I sexually crave two of Adam's friends, Kurt and Jeremy.

Admittedly, the two of them knowingly set out to come to my home to seduce me, well aware that Terry and Adam were not there. But I could have said no, how did I allow myself to be seduced in this way, by two young men, 20 and 22, a generation younger than me? I searched for a fault in my marriage that might have prompted me to take these two young men into my body.

The only thing that fateful day was that I had dressed very sexy and gone to my husband's office with a view of seducing him, but he rejected me out of hand, sent me away because he was too busy. So the boys got me on the rebound, as it were, and they took full advantage of my momentary weakness. But that was then, and this was now, two weeks later, and yesterday (Sunday), I had behaved like an out-of-control slut.

I had gone in to our guestroom and allowed the young woman Georgia to lay her head in my lap while her new boyfriend Jeremy – he of the large penis – had fucked her. Then, standing in my kitchen, I had allowed the surly, arrogant Kurt to finger me to an orgasm while the head of his penis was wedged tightly up against my anal ring. Finally, I had knelt down on the floor and given Kurt a blow job, even while my *** talked to him through the open window above. My God, what depravity had I sunk to? Now that I had pretty much dismissed the hunch that Terry may have been having an affair with his PA, why did I still need to behave like this?

It was also amazing good luck that Terry had not sprung me in bed with young Kurt, which is where I had so wanted to be, and would have been, but for good timing when my husband came home early.

Yes, I did seem to be out of control. Yet, as I lay here in my bed, the other side still warm from my husband having slept there, my fingers trailed over my breasts and slid in among the lips of my pubis. And my mind roamed over how I could arrange another session in this very bed with Kurt and possibly Jeremy – the latter depending on how monogamous his new relationship with Georgia was.

Would I appear too eager if today I called up Kurt and invited him over one day this week when I was home alone? But I realised that I didn't even have his number, so would I have to roam around in my car to the usual haunts that Adam and his friends frequented, hoping to find Kurt without Adam nearby? No, that would not be a good look and would signal desperation to Kurt and Jeremy. No, I had to retain a degree of dignity about all this and at least wait for one of them to make the next move. I had confidence that they would, given the pleasure that they had both derived from my mature body.

It was hard getting through this week. I jumped up every time the phone rang, but they never called. I was very cautious about what I said around my ***, not wanting to arouse any suspicion. After all, I was unsure how discreet this pair would be. How good was their relationship with their buddy Adam? Were they likely to try to gloat over their sexual conquest of his ******? But I saw no sign that Adam had any suspicion about me.

On Friday afternoon, as I reflected on the lost week just gone, and contemplated that nothing could happen on the weekend due to Terry and Adam being around most of the time, I got a call.

"Hi Mrs Bradley," it was Kurt - he who didn't say much, just let his penis do the communicating, at least around me. That was it, then silence, waiting for me to acknowledge him.

I have to admit that I subconsciously adjusted my voice, attempting to sound sexy and sultry. What was it about this young man that brought out all the wrong things in me. "Hello Kurt, I was hoping you'd call. I mean, I don't have your number."

"That's okay, you don't really need it. I will call you when I want you."

How dare he, how super confident, treating me in this cavalier way. I wanted to slam the phone down in his ear, swear at him, tell him to get lost, using the language that he would truly understand, words I would not normally use. Yet, hearing his voice in my ear, I felt a twinge down there, right around my vagina and clitoris. Without even being touched, I felt an arousal. Was it simply from hearing his voice? I reached a hand down and, through my skirt, pressed against my pubis before answering him, "So what do you want? What can I do for you?"

"Oh Mrs Bradley, you can do a lot for me. I never knew an older woman could be so hot."

"Not too much of this older woman nonsense," I retaliated defiantly, "I'm only 42, I can keep up with the likes of you, young man."

"Yeah, well that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Your husband fucked us up by coming home early last Sunday, just when I was ready to have your arse."

I drew a deep breath at the suggestion of anal sex with young Kurt. It was not that I wasn't experienced at that type of sex, but it had been over 7 years. My first husband had a leaning toward it, and I had indulged him because I loved him then, despite his philandering. Now my hand, that had been pressed against my pubis while listening to Kurt talk, slipped around to my back and down inside the waistband of my skirt. The fingers on the outside of my panties pushed the silky material in between my arse cheeks, putting pressure there against my anal ring.

"Kurt, we were damn lucky that he didn't catch us in bed together, another minute and he would have. I doubt that I would have been talking to you now, and my married life would be in tatters."

"Yeah, well **** happens, but it didn't this time. Sure, we were lucky, but let's not dwell on that. So what about it, would you like to have Kurt's cock up your arse?"

He was just too cocky for his own good, I needed to try to bring him down a peg or two, I tried disinterested nonchalance. "I don't think so, Kurt, I don't want to do it that way ... if you really want me, we could do it the normal way again sometime," I offered, not wanting to totally discourage him. "Even standing up against the wall again," I added, "that was quite exciting, I had never done it like that before."

"I suspect there's a lot you haven't done, and that's why Kurt's here to teach you, Mrs Bradley. So when can I come and see you again?"

I didn't want to sound too eager, "Err, let me think. Well, the weekend's out, of course."

"Does it have to be?" he interrupted.

"Yes it does, Terry and Adam will be around most of the weekend. I don't want to take any more chances of being caught. It will have to be a weekday when I can lay in bed with you and we can have the time to do different things..."

"Like my fucking you in the arse," he persisted.

"Oh, I don't know about that, Kurt, we'll have to see about that," I teased, my finger had slipped inside the back of my panties. It was now tracing the soft smooth skin on the inner cheeks of my arse, thinking about Kurt having his hard penis there, just like he did in my kitchen last Sunday while he fingered me.

"So how's Monday then, Mrs Bradley?"

"Yes, I'd say Monday could be very good, Kurt," I told him, trying to sound calm while silently stressing that I would have to wait 3 days to feel him inside me once more. "What about you come over early? My husband leaves for work about eight. If you wanted to park just down the street, you could come in as soon as you see him leave. But don't park your car on my driveway ... you know, the neighbours and all. When he goes, I will leave the back door unlocked. I will still be in bed, so you just go around the back of the house and let yourself in. You know where to find me, I'll be ready for you."

My God, how devious I had become, planning it all so meticulously.

"Sounds good to me," he told me, "see you Monday." A click and the line went dead.

Over the weekend, I must have been unbearable to my family. I found myself snapping at them over the most ridiculous things. I should have been happy, on a high because I would have Kurt once more on Monday. But instead, I seemed to be blaming them and their being around the house for my not being able to have him sooner.

At last, Monday morning arrived. I hadn't slept a lot through the night, I kept thinking about having Kurt come to visit me. Would it be different not having Jeremy there too? Could I bring myself to do all the things that Kurt may demand of my body? Obviously, I thought about his obsession with anal sex. When it actually came to his being here in bed with me, could I bring myself to do it, could I roll over on my stomach and bare my arse – my parted cheeks – to him, to let him have his way in there? It had been so many years since I had felt that experience with my first husband.

6.30am ... 7 ... 7.30 ... I had lain there silently, at last hearing my husband rise, go in to have a shower, then out to the kitchen where I was thinking of him having his morning coffee and some toast – his usual ritual. I had fortunately been to the toilet last night - vacated my bowels, I think the medical people call it. I mean just in case something happened back there. Then I had enjoyed a deep warm soaking bath. I came to bed late, letting Terry get to *****. I had hoped that he wouldn't wake up horny and want me this morning. I would have had to shower to make myself fresh again.

The bedside clock showed 7.50 and I heard Terry enter the bedroom, come up to my side of the bed. I pretended to be asleep when he leant over me and kissed my cheek. I felt guilty as he did that, knowing that even before he reached his office, I would probably have Kurt's penis up inside me.

I kept my eyes shut tightly until I heard the click of the front door closing. I jumped out of bed, shedding my long negligee and going to the chest of drawers, taking out a sexy baby doll short nightie, not bothering with the matching panties. I grabbed the tube of KY from under my fresh supply of underwear. I dropped the KY on the bedside table and hurried out to peep through the front window. I saw Terry in his car pulling out of our driveway. I looked up and down the street, couldn't see any sign of Kurt or his car. Was he late? If he wasn't there to see Terry go, how would he know what time to come in? 'Oh, don't mess up this day, Kurt,' I thought as I hurried through the house and unlocked the backdoor, in the kitchen. I stood for a moment recalling the events of the pool party a week ago, the events that took place over by that window.

Then I scurried back to my bedroom, over to my bed. I straightened out the sheets, threw back the doona so that I would be lying with only a sheet covering me. I lay there on my back to wait, I found myself nervous. The first time it happened, there was no planning, it was all impulsive and at the guys' bidding. This time, I was the instigator.

The minutes ticked by, the house was silent, and my nerves increased. 'Oh please, come soon,' I silently pleaded. I slipped my fingers down to my pubis, found that I was already wet there, just from my eager anticipation.

My mind raced, I had very carnal thoughts. On an impulse, I rolled over to one side, I reached out and grasped the KY tube, lathered some on my fingers and slipped them back around to my arse. I pulled my legs up under me to part the cheeks and my fingers slipped in to my anal ring and I spread the sex gel all around, even daring to slip two fingers inside my anus to make it slippery deep in there.

The preparation completed, I grabbed a pillow and placed it midway down the bed, then I rolled over onto it so that my tummy was lying on the pillow. It had the effect of raising my arse up higher than the rest of my body. I reached my hand back and placed the KY tube to balance on one arse cheek. Then I settled my head onto the remaining pillow and continued to wait impatiently.

Moments later, I thought I heard a sound, was that the back door clicking closed? My head on the pillow was turned away from the bedroom door. I wondered if I should turn my head to be able to see Kurt come in to my bedroom. I heard another sound, was that someone entering my bedroom? For a horrible, terrifying few seconds, a frightening thought hit me. What if Terry forgot something and came back to the house to find his loving wife lying face down on the bed, her bare arse raised in the air, and lube liberally spread between the cheeks?

I heard more sounds, closer. I was now certain that there was someone in the room. I assumed, and hoped, that it was Kurt. But he hadn't said a thing about finding me this way, the suggestion implied by the way in which I lay – the KY tube prominent on one bare cheek - that he would get his wish and take me in the arse. Then again, I had already found him to be a young man of few words.

This was nerve wracking, I heard what I thought to be the sound of clothes being removed. I definitely heard shoes falling on the floor, the sound of a belt buckle. I wanted to turn my head to the other side and look, to again see this virile young man, who was about to take me where I hadn't been taken in years.

I felt the bed move, from the weight of someone on the side of it, either sitting there or maybe placing one knee while he faced my half naked body. What was he doing? What was he thinking right now? Was he excited to see me this way? He might be taking in the sight of my raised arse cheeks, with the gel glistening in the darker recesses between them, and the tube of KY for him to use left perched precariously on the smooth top of one cheek.

I jumped at the first touch of his fingers grazing my smooth soft arse cheek, lifting off the tube of KY. I guessed that he would be very happy at this moment, that he would be squeezing the KY onto his fingers and coating his penis with the gel. His penis would have to be hard by now, seeing the tiny target of my proffered puckered anal ring nestled deep between the cheeks of my arse.

Since Kurt wouldn't acknowledge me or say a word, I broke the silence, "Good morning young man ... so, are you surprised?"

"Very!" was Kurt's curt reply.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes!" was his husky voiced reply from somewhere just above and behind me. "I didn't think you would let me do it."

"You seemed very insistent."

"Have you ever done it before?" he asked me.

"Yes, my first husband liked to do it."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yeah, it was alright," I told him, "not as good as putting it in the right place. How about you, Kurt, how many women or girls have you done this way?" I was curious.

His voice seemed to catch on his saliva, or was it dry mouth instead, "None, you're gonna be my first."

I was surprised to hear his admission, even more surprised that he would reveal that to me. He had seemed so keen that I figured he was experienced at anal sex. Now I was hearing the normally arrogant, cocky young man sounding just a bit unsure of himself, hesitant even. I wished that I could see his face. "Do you still want to do it then, or will I roll over and you can have me the usual way?"


"No, it's okay!"

"We could still try it later," I suggested as a compromise.

"No ... no, it's now, I want to do this now."

"Do you want some help?"

"No, I've read stuff, seen porno stuff, I know what I'm doing." The usual gruff and moody young Kurt was back, regaining his confidence.

I felt him grasp my hips with both hands and my lower torso was hauled up, ******* me onto my hands and knees. I felt something hard pushing between the cheeks of my arse, it was obviously the head of his penis. Then it was sliding around the well-lubed inner surfaces of my cheeks, dipping into the cleavage until the rounded tip suddenly caught on my tiny puckered ring.

"Ohh!" I heard Kurt gasp as the head of his penis was captured by my anal entrance.

With his lack of experience, I was apprehensive that he would try to come in too fast. "Easy Kurt," I urged, "not too quick, I don't want you to hurt me. It can feel good for both of us, but you've got to go slow."

"Yeah, okay ... okay!" were his dismissive words, rejecting my advice. I felt pressure back there, he was pushing his penis, trying to make it fit in through my tiny opening. His penis slipped on the coating of gel and it speared upward within my arse cleavage. "Damn it," he muttered, obviously frustrated at it not immediately going in the way he wanted.

"You'll need to hold your penis steady with one hand and just push gently until you feel my sphincter giving way," I advised.

"Yeah, okay, just let me do it, alright," he was getting testy, probably embarrassed at his lack of experience.

I held my breath, determined not to say anything more, if I could help myself. I felt him pressing inward again with his hard erection. He must have taken my advice and be holding his shaft steady because it didn't slip this time. I tried to relax in spite of the firm pressure coming at my arse and then I felt the sphincter give way, opening up to let the knob of his penis into my anal passage.

Ooh, I felt very full, I had forgotten this incredible feeling of fullness in my rectum as the penis begins to occupy all the available space. I heard him gasp loudly, sounding like he was enjoying the tight sensations on his penis as it was gripped tightly by the inside of my arse.

Then he was pushing some more, I could feel his penis shaft making ground inside my rectum, going ahead an inch at a time. It had been so long since I had experienced anal sex. My memory of it was a mixture of good and not quite so good. He kept pushing and I felt some discomfort – not really pain. Then when it felt like I couldn't get any more of his solid penis shaft inside me, he stopped. I could feel his thighs and his tummy up against me and knew that he had seated his penis all the way home inside my rectum.

"How does it feel in there?" I dared to ask him.

"Oh God, it's great!" he enthused, unusual for a young man not keen to show his emotions. "Oh, feels like I want to cum, but I can't yet. I want to enjoy this a bit longer."

"You're okay, just do what feels good for you," I encouraged in a ******** manner to the young man 20 years younger than I. "If you have to cum, just do it, let it go."

Well, he did ... do what feels good, I mean. He began withdrawing until only his penis head remained inside my anus, then he plunged it all the way back into my rectum. Again and again he thrust, his loud grunts telling me how good it felt for him as his thrusts picked up speed.

I had no pressure on my clitoris this way and I knew I wouldn't cum. Still, I was enjoying giving this young man something he had wanted, but had never experienced previously. I stiffened my arms to hold my body upright as the thrusts of his penis in my arse grew harder and faster, threatening to flatten me on the bed. I could hear how close he was getting from his gasping breaths and loud moans of pleasure.

Then abruptly, I felt a warm creamy flow deep inside my rectum and then the spasms of his penis as it spurted his cum into my arse. His weight came down on my back as his upper body hung over mine while his penis spasmed in my arse.

Then he was still with only little pulses coming from his deflating penis. When his erection had gone down enough for him to slide it out of me, he did so and my body fell flat down on the bed, the pillow that had been beneath me long removed. His body dropped down alongside mine and I felt his now soft penis lounging on one of my arse cheeks, still dribbling remnants of his cum onto my naked skin.

We slept, totally at peace.

When I woke, it was almost 11am and I was hot and ready for some action deep where it would bring me most pleasure. I peeped around at the still ********** young man beside me, debating whether to wake him. I didn't and instead went to the bathroom to take a pee. By the time that I returned to my bedroom, Kurt was awake, a pillow propped behind his head. His eyes scrutinised my 42-year-old body as I self-consciously slipped back onto the bed as sensually as I could.

"I think I'm ready for more," he informed me, one hand grasping his penis and slapping it against his bare thigh. It was a typical Kurt comment, announcing what he wanted, not what a horny mature woman like me wanted to hear, like 'How about we do it again?'

It was too much for me to expect consideration and bedroom manners together with a handsome buffed young body and great sexual techniques. I gave up on his being compassionate and decided to settle for more mind-blowing sex.

He did indeed seem to be ready for more as I watched that penis respond to his handling of it, reaching half erection in no time at all. Kurt reached for me ... I needed to speak up now or we would quickly be into it and I could risk an infection. His penis had been inside my arse and could be carrying faecal matter. I didn't want that in my vagina.

I escaped his grasping arms, rolling off the bed just out of his reach "Come on Kurt, it's time for a shower."

"No babe, only when we finish, eh!"

"No Kurt honey, right now, let's get your penis all squeaky clean. Don't forget you had it in my arse."

My words distracted him and he broke into a broad smile, a rarity for the normally sullen and brooding young man. "Yeah!" he mouthed enthusiastically, his obvious enjoyment of our first anal sex reflected on his face.

I took his hand and managed to drag him into the bathroom. I turned the shower on and when my outstretched hand told me the water temperature was just right, I stepped into the shower stall and he followed right behind me.

Everything between us was new and I enjoyed being the mature supposedly experienced woman being led along by the horny adventurous young man, trying new things that occurred at his whim.

The tumbling water from the shower cascaded over our two bodies. He pushed me face forward to the wall, placing my open hands over my head flat against the tiles. Then his hands played everywhere, soaping, stroking, fondling, caressing and inserting. 'Was that only his fingers, or was that his hard... oh my God!'

Now my face was flattened against the wall tiles too, turned to one side, feeling his fingers pushing and probing everywhere, all over. I felt pulsing, it was exciting. I spread my feet further apart, willing his fingers to probe me deeper and more intimately.

Then his hands were on my shoulders, spinning me around, my back now against the wall tiles, my eyes looking up into his dark brooding eyes, a day or two's growth of whiskers across his chin and above his lip. The top lip sort of curled in an insolent sneer while his wet soapy fingers once more found their way to my magic button, re-establishing the pulsing from deep inside my body.

I craved a kiss from him and I brought my whole head forward, my mouth already open, seeking contact with his lips. But he twisted his mouth away from mine just as I thought that a kiss was imminent. And then the fingers ... his fingers ... became even more insistent and his mouth that evaded mine at least found one of my hardened nipples and he sucked on it greedily. It was the final trigger and I came strongly, my pulsing pubic mound humping enthusiastically on his expert fingers.

My body began to sag, slipping down the wet wall as an orgasm washed over me. Kurt's hands caught me on my downward slide and he pulled my body to his, my spread thighs and the pouch above conveniently slotting over his extended erection.

I wanted him to carry me back to my bed and lay me down there to willingly accept whatever he would do with me. But our bodies were both wet from the shower, and I knew that stopping to dry our bodies would restore reality. It did, although he dried me quickly before I took the towel from him to dry his body too.

"Let's have a swim," came his surprise suggestion.

"What, now?" was my astonished reply.

"Yes, just as we are."

"But it's outside, I couldn't be naked out there." I looked him up and down, noting the hardness of his penis, "And not with someone other than my husband."

"What's wrong, you have privacy out there, the neighbours can't see in, can they?"

"Err, I guess not," I had to concede.

"Then it's settled, come on," and this time it was he dragging me and we headed out the back door to the in-ground swimming pool where my *** and his friends had partied only just over a week ago.

Kurt let my hand go and immediately dived in, surfacing and rolling over onto his back, his erect penis looking like a periscope on a submarine. "Come on Mrs Bradley, the water's warm."

I hesitated for only a moment before I too dived head first into the water. I evaded his reaching arms and managed two laps before he repositioned himself and I could not avoid swimming into his arms. It was what I wanted anyway ... I needed to feel his strong young arms holding me, to have my vagina close over that tempting hard-on and let him now use my body to derive his ultimate pleasure.

Kurt pushed me back against the pool wall and I lifted my bare arms and rested them along the pool edge on either side of my head. Only my head, shoulders and arms were in contact with the pool surface. The rest of my body floated in the warm pool water, the surface lapping under my chin.

We were in a part of the pool where he could stand and he slipped his body in between my floating thighs. I felt him stroking that hard-on against my clitoris and then testing the opening of my vagina, sliding the head in between the parted labial lips.

A gentle push, then another and he was inside me, just where I wanted him to be. It felt so good as Kurt began to thrust ever so slowly and gently, building up an easy going rhythm that I guessed we could maintain for maybe an hour ... the way my body was just floating there in the water – and provided he could hang on that long.

Minutes went by, but we weren't counting them. I heard a sound from somewhere behind me. It took a moment to register what it was, so ******* was I by the surroundings, by the ambience and by the carnal intentions of this virile young man.

When the sound did at last register, I spun my head around quickly, "God Kurt, what was that? Is that the side gate?" I was in a panic, who was entering my backyard ... my husband, my ***? It would be devastating for me if it was either.

My eyes, that had been closed in my reverie, quickly refocused, there was somebody there, coming from the side gate toward the pool where Kurt and I remained seductively joined. As I managed to identify the visitor, I realised it was the best possible option, "Oh Jeremy, goodness me, you gave me a start. What on earth are you doing here?"

"Hello Mrs Bradley, I heard there was another party at your place."

"Sorry Jeremy, this one's a private party, and we did start without you," I told him, my eyes returning to study the face of the young man whose pelvis gently thrust his hard penis into my accepting body, stirring up swirling waves of water around us.

But the sound of a female voice startled me just as much as the closing of the side gate had. "Wow Mrs Bradley, you ... and Kurt ... and he's inside you ... you're actually fucking Kurt!"

My head spun once more and I could now see young Georgia, the new girlfriend of Jeremy peeping around from behind his back, the two of them now standing on the pool edge, right above Kurt and my fornicating bodies.

Jeremy corrected his new girlfriend, "No sweetheart, he's fucking her ... she's not fucking him."

"Does it really matter who's doing the fucking, Jeremy," countered Georgia, "the thing is he's got his cock inside her, and she's as old as his ******."

That hurt, I cringed, she was right, what was I doing here with these young people? I was old enough to be the ****** of any of them ... but worse still, I was the ****** of one of their best friends. Now it seemed that Georgia had been included in the loop, increasing the possibility of my illicit relationship with Kurt and Jeremy being exposed.

I had felt such intimacy with Georgia only 8 days ago when her head lolled in my lap while Jeremy drove his massive organ into her vagina. But now – here on my property – she represented a massive threat to maintaining the secrecy of my illicit affair with Kurt. Did she also know that I had taken Jeremy as well?

Jeremy and Georgia now stood above Kurt and I, watching the aloof young man's smooth rhythmic thrusting into me. I wanted to be out of there ... to push him away from me, to have his penis pull out so I could climb out of the pool and go hide in my bedroom. Having witnesses to my carnal coupling with Kurt brought me embarrassment, yet as much as I wanted to, I couldn't stop Kurt fucking me right now. Not when it was feeling so good. The unusual surroundings of the water seemed to stop my body from responding the way I had previously with Kurt. But now it was there, and I once again craved release.

I took one arm off the pool edge, managing to balance my floating body on the other arm and on the back of my neck. I reached a hand out and curled my fingers around Kurt's neck as he stood there in the water, his body between my spread thighs. His upper body was well away from mine because my body lay at a 45 degree angle away from the pool edge, my legs locked around Kurt's hips, my feet somewhere behind his arse.

I heard myself whimper from the intense feelings his thrusting penis was creating inside me. Jeremy and Georgia and Kurt must have heard it too. My eyes were fluttering, opening and closing from the sexual emotion ... but I managed to see Georgia reach around Jeremy and slip her hand into the elasticised waistband of his shorts.

In spite of my own arousal, I still managed to wonder how big Jeremy's penis would be when Georgia's hand grasped it. Had witnessing his friend screwing me brought out that massive erection again.

I saw a lot of activity happening in the front of Jeremy's shorts as Georgia's hand played with his hard-on. I wanted to keep watching, I wanted to implore her to get it out, to expose this young man's amazing credentials. But the imminent onset of my own orgasm caused my eyes to close, to shut out any distractions, as arousing as they may be. I just gave myself wholeheartedly to young Kurt who had masterfully brought me to an exciting peak.

I used the hand that held Kurt around the neck to pull me off the wall, wrapping both my hands around him and hanging on, my head floating on the now choppy surface of the water. My lower body was out of control, humping my hips on his still thrusting penis as I came heavily and loudly.

When I could at last open my eyes and focus my vision, I saw that Jeremy's shorts were now down around his ankles. Georgia had got down on her haunches in front of her new boyfriend and was joyfully sucking on the head of that giant penis, the only part of it that she could manage to squeeze inside her mouth.

Kurt pulled his penis from inside me and guided me toward the steps of the pool. I stumbled up them, picked up a towel, dabbing the surface water off me and then collapsed onto a poolside banana chair where I would lay undisturbed, listening to the sounds of Georgia gobbling Jeremy's penis nearby until I heard him cum loudly. I managed to open my eyes briefly and peer through squinted lids to see young Jeremy cum into Georgia's mouth.

Everything quietened down after that. I didn't know where Kurt had disappeared to, but I needed a rest anyway. I lay naked on the banana lounge in the early afternoon sunshine, reflecting on the pleasures that Kurt had so far delivered me today. The soft feather-like touch of fingers traced on the inside of my upper thighs and I murmured my appreciation without even opening my eyes to ***** in the sight of the moody Kurt. Surly and arrogant he may be, but his sexual technique was great.

Lips replaced the fingers, edging higher, closer to my pubic mound. Something made me open my eyes, was it the smooth skin of the chin and cheeks of the kisser that didn't feel like Kurt. I recoiled in shock, I was looking down on the permed hair of Georgia, who by now was kneeling at the bottom of the banana lounge, bent over with her face between my upper thighs.

"Georgia, no ... what are you doing? I've never ... no, this is not right ... I'm not like that ... oh God!" As I tried to voice my reluctance, her head shifted higher and her lips touched my outer labia and her tongue swiped my inner lips. "Oh God, no ... no!"

But while my words were uttered to repel her intentions, my body was telling her something else, my thighs spreading and legs drawing up, raising my knees to spread my bits more for her oral attention. Beyond the hunched over body of Georgia who lapped at my pubis, I could see both Jeremy and Kurt, their erections in their hands, each lightly stroking. From where they were standing, they would be able to see the nakedness of Georgia from behind. Bent over as she was, they could see both her arse and her pubes, spread and clinically exposed. And they could watch Georgia's intimate oral assault on me at the same time.

Should I stop this? I wanted to ... after all, I had never been interested in kissing or loving women before. I wasn't a lesbian and I wasn't bi-sexual ... yet I couldn't seem to make my hands reach down there to take a hold of her head and push it from between my thighs. And the longer this went on, the better it felt. Now it became a matter of not wanting to offend young Georgia.

It was feeling good ... so good. Was this an impulsive move on her part, or had she done this to other females? Seeing the sniggering faces of the two guys, I wondered had they put her up to this?

Now her tongue was concentrating solely on my clitoris. As good as it had been to have guys – at least two husbands and Kurt – go down on me before, I was beginning to think that nobody understands how to do this better than another female. Her tongue swirled around in all the right spots and she seemed to know just how much pressure to use and when to back off to keep me on a high. I felt my thighs starting to tremble, the powerful feelings rolling from deep within me. I would cum anytime now. I was a bit embarrassed, cumming like this, my thighs wantonly spread while another woman pressed her mouth between them, eating me, bringing me to orgasm, and two young men watched avidly while stroking their penises. Was this really me – a mature woman who had reached this level of sexual freedom?

I came powerfully and my hips humped up and down on the banana chair, while Georgia kept her face wedged into my vee, holding my throbbing clit between her lips.

No doubt about it, I felt good, but I didn't get long to luxuriate in my umpteenth cumming this day. I felt Georgia move away, but that was only temporary. I opened my eyes to see her standing above my head, now at the top end of the recliner, her legs straddling the lounge on which I lay. Then she began to lower her body, to sit right down over my face. My God, she expected reciprocal attention. This would test me, could I really do this? It was one thing to have another woman lick me down there ... I was so hetero that I could always pretend it was a man doing it. But this ... looking up into the pouch of another female's genitalia, all exposed there in front of me.

Was I up to this? Could I bring her the intense pleasure she had just produced in me? Georgia squatted over me, I had this weird thought that she was in a peeing position. Her thighs shook a little, I didn't think that she would be able to hold this squat for long ... particularly when I began to lick her, which is obviously what she was expecting of me.

"Hold on, hold on!" it was Jeremy's voice, he was taking charge. "That banana chair is never going to hold you two, why don't you get more comfortable?"

My **** best friend loomed up alongside us, a towel in hand, "Here Georgia, come over here, on the grass." He looked back at me, still laying there naked, "You too, Mrs Bradley."

By the time I lifted my still throbbing body up off the banana chair, Jeremy had thrown the towel down onto the grass and guided his new girlfriend down onto her back on it. I walked over to them, Georgia lay there, her knees raised and parted, an eager look of expectation on her young pretty face. There was no getting out of this, she wanted mutual satisfaction and I was about to become intimate with another woman for the first time in my life.

I knelt down between her spread thighs and closed up on her exposed pussy. I took one long look up at her smiling face, wondering if she was familiar with this. Had she done this with other girls in school? Then I lowered my face into her crotch, my tongue sliding out and I licked ... just once and her body almost lifted up off the towel. She was going to be a willing subject.

"Okay Kurt, you see where you can join in," I heard Jeremy instructing, becoming the director of this little sexual tryst. I was on my knees, my attention drawn to the succulent pussy of Georgia laid out before my eyes. I felt hands on my hips from behind me, felt my knees being ****** to spread more. Then I felt a penis nudging within my still quite wet pussy, immediately zeroing in on the opening to my vagina. By the size of the male object, I knew it was Kurt, not Jeremy and his king size one.

He thrust himself inside me in almost one smooth fluid motion, filling me up sweetly and immediately began to slot into a handy rhythm of hard driving strokes. It felt good, even encouraging me in my licking and sucking of Georgia's clit. I didn't know how Kurt could be up for it again so soon, even for one so young and virile. Almost like he was reading my mind, Kurt informed me as he thrust hard into me, "I didn't cum with you in the pool, I so need this now."

Okay, that's alright then, I understand perfectly. Go for it, young man. It was the nice satisfying threesome to end this day of sexual freedom. Georgia came first, obviously so turned on by my expert tongue-play. I wasn't far behind, and then Kurt slotted his penis deep inside me and I felt his violent spasms delivering his cum into my body.

The three of us ended up lying entwined on the grass, Georgia and I with our bodies mashed together, our arms around each other, while Kurt lay up against my back, his now wet floppy still leaking cum onto my butt cheeks. He sounded like he was asleep. I looked around, Jeremy seemed to have disappeared into the house.

I felt that I needed to say something – anything - to Georgia after she had become my first female lover. "Honey, I just want to tell you that was so nice, thank you for making me feel good, and then letting me do you. I don't know if you do that a lot, or if I measured up to your expectations, but I just wanted to say..."

She stopped my awkward speech by kissing me on the lips, "Shush! Not necessary, Mrs Bradley, we just did something that felt nice."

"Oh God," I tried to continue, "I am so embarrassed that now you too know about me having sex with the boys."

Whoops! She pulled back to look at me and I wondered if maybe Jeremy had not admitted that he had had me too, particularly since he was now her boyfriend. But if so, she didn't say anything. However, her next revelation stunned me, "You shouldn't worry about doing it with Kurt, after all, your Adam has been doing it with Jeremy's mum ... for months, I understand."

"What?" I shrieked, startling her, "Adam and my best friend, Janice. Oh my God, how could he, that's so wrong."

"But Mrs Bradley, isn't that what you've been doing with Kurt?"

My hypocrisy was huge, I was so shocked that my boy would be in a sexual relationship with the ****** of his best friend, and yet that is exactly what I had been doing ... although maybe to qualify it, Kurt wasn't actually Adam's best friend.

She peeped around to see where Jeremy was, then whispered, "But don't let on that you know ... Adam told me so I don't know whether Jeremy actually knows."

I promised that I wouldn't say anything, but as we all cleaned up, and I said goodbye to my young friends, I didn't know how long I could keep this news to myself. I was already furious at Janice.

I was awake half the night, stressing over Georgia's revelation to me that my very own ***, Adam was having sex with his best mate's mum, just the same way that I had been having sex with Adam's best mates, Kurt and Jeremy.

At the dawn, I reached the conclusion that I would have to ***** a confrontation. I couldn't allow this to continue, even if it meant that my relationship with the boys would come out. I was just so offended that Janice – a mature woman - could allow this to happen, that she could seduce my precious *** in such a way. My God, could I hear myself? I had done exactly the same thing. It all must stop now. Terry left for work at 8 and at 5 past, I called Janice, "Hi, it's me, we need to talk about some stuff that's been going on. I think maybe that Jeremy should be involved too, is he there? Are you both free this morning?"

"Err, yeah I guess so, yes he's around ... but I'll need about an hour though. I haven't put my face on yet, can't leave the house without looking my best."

'Yes, I'll bet you do, especially if you're likely to see your lover – my *** - when you get here,' I thought, steeling myself for the confrontation that I now believed was inevitable. "Okay, then about nine, is that good for you both?"

"Yeah Barbara, that's fine. God, you've got me intrigued now, what on earth is so important?"

"We'll save it till then, see you!" I told her abruptly, hanging up the phone.

I was still in my negligee, but I had slipped a light gown over it. I hurried around the house, picking up a few things, making it tidy. Adam had been up late and left a few empty beer bottles and a snack plate around. I picked up his shoes and socks and a tee that he had been wearing and took it into his room.

I was tempted to drop the shoes loudly, to wake him up. I was just so annoyed at the revelation that he and Janice were getting it off. Placing the shoes on the floor beside his bed, I saw that he was still ******** soundly – on his back, the sheet had fallen to the floor. He didn't wear pj's, hadn't since his teenage years. He usually just wore a pair of boxers.

As my head rose beside my ***'s bed after placing the shoes down quietly, I looked across his body and my gaze was drawn to his penis - it was standing impressively erect, straight up, a solid core of male power. My God, it looked so good that I just stood frozen to the spot, admiring it. To think this handsome – and obviously virile – young man had come from my body twenty years ago. Just look at him now, pleasing Georgia and Janice with this impressive penis.

Terry and I had had him circumcised. Looking at it now, I was glad that we had. It looked so perfect, so smooth, the skin shiny and taut, the ridge behind the head revealed no indication that the skin had once been cut there all those years ago. I bent over to peep closer at it, a little embarrassed that I was perving so blatantly at my own ***'s penis.

It's just that I had become somewhat obsessed with the male organ of late, and was considering myself something of an expert. There had always been Terry's in my life, and of course my first husband. I knew the shape and texture of those like the back of my hand. But lately, I had added Jeremy's and Kurt's penises. Goodness me, is that word right, or should a multiple be called penisi?

How had he become so big in his *****? What was he dreaming of? My God, there was a clear drop of pre-cum oozing from the tiny eye of his penis. Before I could stop myself, I reached out a finger and swiped across the rigid head, scooping up the clear drop on the pad of my finger and bringing it to my lips. There was no taste, but I relished it and imagined there was. I thought that it should taste like honey.

I had dragged my finger across the tip of his erection quite firmly in my pursuit of that drop of nectar and it caused his hard-on to wobble back and forth a couple of times. I held my breath, hoping that he wouldn't wake, but the breathing went on ... slightly heavy breathing, I thought.

His hand moved, but he seemed to be still asleep. It shifted down his body and, would you believe, he grasped the hard core of his erection and pumped it a couple of times. It seemed to angle towards me. My God, is he offering it to me? My eyes tore themselves away from this hard penis. I stared at his face, his eyes, expecting to detect that he might be waking. But the steady sound of his breathing just droned on ... he was definitely still asleep.

I don't know what possessed me, why I would do such a thing, take such a risk. I can only think that this obsession I had developed about the male penis drove me to it. But I leaned forward and placed two hands so softly on the bed, supporting my upper body as my head lowered to just above the tip of his vertical erection.

My tongue snaked from between my now very wet lips – I had been salivating at the sight of his penis – and I stroked my tongue across the tip of his hard-on. It wobbled once more from the pressure of my licking stroke, but its solid rigidity brought it right back to the 45 degree angle at which it rose from his body.

My eyes shot up to check for any reaction on his face. There was none, not a flicker. I don't know why, but I tried again. My tongue swirled across the head of his penis and I checked for vital signs again. Sound asleep!

What was it, did I have some sort of death wish? Did I actually want him to wake and find his ****** sucking on his hard penis, giving him a blow job? A blow job ... now there's an idea! My God, what had I become? I pursed my lips into an oval shape and slipped them quite firmly over the whole head of his penis, locking the lips around the ridge behind the head. His heavy breathing seemed to falter slightly and I heard a positive murmur escape from his mouth.

I eased further forward, bringing my knees onto the bed so that now I knelt alongside my ***'s hips, my head bent over with the head of his penis in my mouth. Emboldened, I pushed my mouth down, inch by inch swallowing in his shaft until the head touched the back of my throat and I could feel his wiry short hairs against my lips.

His breathing stuttered again and that hand that had momentarily pumped his erection just before I started, landed on my head like it was holding me there. I peeped up his firm body, toward his face, but there was still no recognition, nothing to suggest that he was awake.

I sucked my mouth firmly all the way back up the shaft, and his whole body shuddered and his hips thrust upward, like he was trying to reconnect his hard penis back into the mouth that was withdrawing his erection from it. But just as my lips reached the top, holding only the head just inside my mouth, I plunged my mouth back down his shaft, faster and firmer this time.

"Uummmm!" he murmured and his hand gripped the top of my head so firmly, I could not lift up again even if I wanted to. I held just about all of his shaft within my warm wet mouth. "Oh Georgia," he mumbled, "you're getting so much better at that."

My God, it had to happen, what was I thinking? He was definitely awake now, although in his dreamy *****, he thought it was Georgia. My God, why would he think it was Jeremy's new girlfriend? Was this girl getting around with everybody? And what on earth would be his reaction ... to see that the woman who held his penis in her mouth was his own ******?

I peeped up, he still hadn't opened his eyes. He probably still thought it was Georgia ... but why? I couldn't get away now, I had come this far ... my *** held my head firmly over his hard erection while I sucked on it. I had heard of ******, but had never thought that I would be involved in it. But I was, and I had come this far through my new-found obsession with the male penis. Better finish what I had started, whatever the cost.

I pulled my mouth back up his shaft and Adam relaxed his grip on my head enough to let me bring my gripping lips back up until only the head remained inside my mouth. Then I applied my tongue and I went to work on that sensitive bit of skin on the underside just below the head.

"Oh yeah, Georgia babe, where did you learn to do that? Have you been practising?" He was humping his hips up at me, only ever so slightly, just enough to start a rhythm going. I helped by really working my tongue on that soft sensitive underside while maintaining the clamp of my lips over the head of his penis. I didn't know how much control he might have, but I was determined that when he came, his cum was going nowhere else but down my throat.

Now my head was bobbing too, taking him in, sucking, licking. I even added my hand around the bottom of hi shaft and used the fingers on my other hand to gently fondle and stroke his balls that were now becoming taut from his arousal. I figured it wouldn't be long ... confirmed by listening to his breathing that was loud and faster. He – my *** Adam – was reaching a peak.

"Oh my God, mum, what are you doing?" he screamed out at the top of his voice just as I felt his penis spasm violently and felt the surge of his cum splash against the back of my throat. I clamped my lips so firmly halfway down his shaft and allowed his spasming penis to thrust one discharge after another to the back of my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed again and again as each hard spasm delivered more of his cum.

He had obviously opened his eyes right at the moment of release and was stunned to see that it wasn't Jeremy's new girlfriend Georgia, but his loving ****** that was bringing such carnal delights to his body. He had said nothing more as the euphoria of his orgasm had totally consumed him, but I worried now about his next reaction.

When I felt that no more cum was going to eject from his tip, I used my tongue to lick away any whitish residue and pulled my mouth from off his penis. I licked my own lips while looking up along his body, waiting for some reaction. There was none, his eyes were closed. I slid my still nightwear clothed body up alongside his, bringing my face up next to his face.

"Adam," I said tentatively, feeling so contrite, "Adam, I'm so sorry, I just lost myself, I can't explain, but I came in and saw you lying there, all exposed, your penis was up, rampant. Adam, I'm so sorry, but I just had to do that. I know you think it's wrong, but I've just become so confused lately. Please forgive me!"

He turned his head toward me, "Mum, that was the best damn blow job I've ever had. A guy doesn't expect a mum to be good at doing that. I must admit it's quite a shock, to wake up and find your own mum sucking your cock. I suppose I should be shocked ... and I guess I was. But whatever your rea*** for wanting to do it, I have to tell you that it felt great! But mum, I don't think it should become a habit."

I was so relieved, the full ramification of what I had done didn't hit me until he called out to me in shock just as his cum hit the roof of my mouth. Those next few minutes while he came down from it were the toughest I've ever been through – other than maybe having Jeremy squeeze that mammoth penis of his into me.

"Adam, I don't know if this is the right moment to say this, but I have to say something. Georgia told me about you and Janice. I have to say that I was shocked about that. I know at this very moment I am not the one to be taking the high moral ground, but I am so disgusted at Janice for seducing a young man like you."

"Mum, what on earth are you talking about?"

"You and Janice, Jeremy's mum, Georgia told me all about it, how you and she have been getting it off for months now."

"What? No way, mum, no way! Georgia's got it all screwed up, I haven't had sex with Janice. ****, I just told her the other day how I would have liked to, how hot I thought Janice was. But hell, she's your age, mum! I know that sounds a bit hypocritical after what you just did for me, but I couldn't see myself banging a woman of 40 something."

"Really?" I gave him a quizzical look, "she was so convincing, she said that you and Janice had been an item for a while."

"So not true, mum ... honest, I swear! Georgia's a bit of a fruitcake, mum, I wouldn't believe anything she says. She and I got it off together, and the next thing, she's on with Jeremy. God, he can have her!"

'And so did I,' I felt like saying, but thought better of it.

At that moment, the moment I found out that my *** Adam had not been having sex with the older woman, Janice, the doorbell rang. Oh my God, it was 9am, that would be Janice with her *** Jeremy in tow, here to hear my accusations about her affair with my ***.

"Who could that be, mum?" asked Adam, giving me a curious look as I lay in my ***'s arms, feeling my whole world crumbling around me.

The End

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Cuckold Husband


The Beginning

"Are you serious, you'd honestly want me to do that to you?"

Katrina sounded shocked but to my surprise, not completely against the idea. "I just think it'd be quite exciting, and you know how that sort of thing really gets me going," I replied.

By 'that sort of thing', I was referring to an ever increasing fantasy of mine to be humiliated by my wife, to have her compare me to another lover, someone who satisfied her more than I ever could and who I was ****** to share her with.

We had been married for 12 years and had often shared fantasies of bringing others into our bed, but more often just lately I had been getting off on Katrina having a permanent lover, who she would fuck regularly and share the details with me when she got home, sliding her used pussy onto my cock as she described what they had done together and how much she had enjoyed his cock filling her up. I had learnt that this was not as rare a fantasy as I had first thought and had even been given a name, 'cuckolding'.

I read stories on the internet about the subject and my fantasy developed to where Katrina would put me into chastity, making me wear a CB 6000 cock cage for weeks at a time, only letting me use my tongue or fingers on her, while getting fucked on a regular basis by her lover and making me clean her of his cum when she got home, covered in love bites and smelling of sex. This was the fantasy that I had just shared with her, although in the heat of the moment I had made one more revelation - that I would love her to make me wear feminine panties over the cage, keeping me in complete orgasm denial as I experienced the feeling of the lace and satin panties against my balls and ass.

Katrina looked at me as she slowly caressed my now softening cock. "I don't know what to think, part of me thinks it could be fun, but another part of me worries why you would want to be denied having actual sex with me; you do still fancy me don't you?"

"Of course I do," I reassured her. Katrina was a knockout, at 34 years old she still looked in her twenties and was forever getting attention from other men, she would often come home from work and tell me how she had been chatted up by male colleagues or clients. I would feel small pangs of jealousy, especially if she admitted that the guy was good looking, but these jealous feelings were overridden by my submissive nature and I would become aroused thinking of my gorgeous wife being hit on by someone else that she found attractive.

I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my iPad, where I found one of the cuckolding and chastity websites that I had been regularly visiting. Opening up a page giving women advice on the benefits of cuckolding their husband and keeping them in chastity, I handed the iPad to Katrina and told her to have a look, while I got out of bed and went for a shower. Returning to the bedroom about 15 minutes later, I found Katrina still surfing the site and after a while she closed the cover and put the iPad back onto the bedside table.

"Well?" I asked, "Did you read it?"

Katrina said she had, but changed the subject quickly. I attempted to reopen the subject but she just told me to let her think about it, that she wanted to give the whole idea some thought. I didn't want to put her off by being too pushy so I dropped the matter and decided I would just wait and see if she brought it back up herself. We had sex most days that week but whenever I went to speak, she would 'shhh' me, her eyes closed as if enjoying her own thoughts.

Nothing further was said on the topic for the next few days and I thought that Katrina had probably dismissed the idea. It wasn't until I got home on the Friday afternoon that Katrina met me at the front door with a wicked smile on her face and handing me a beer, told me to come and sit with her in the lounge.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Katrina reached over and rubbed my thigh as she moved closer to me. My eyes were drawn to her smooth legs as her skirt rode up slightly, feeling myself get aroused in anticipation; I knew the look in her eyes and was certain that she was in a horny mood.

"Remember what we talked about at the weekend, what it was you wanted me to do?"

Of course I did, it had been on my mind almost permanently since!

"Well, I have some surprises for you," she said, her hand moving from my thigh to my groin and rubbing my hardening cock over the material of my trousers.

"You said you wanted me to take a lover, to offer myself to another man? Well all week I've been thinking about it and I think, no, I know I have someone."

My cock was now solid. "Who?" I asked, my mind reeling as to who the man could be. "Do I know him, are you serious?"

"Well, his name is Steve and no, you don't know him, but I did tell you about him a few weeks ago, he was the one who asked me out for a ***** after work. The black guy, remember?"

Now I remembered, Katrina had told me how this Steve guy had hit on her over lunch and even though she had declined, explaining she was married, he had still continued his efforts to seduce her. I had loved hearing about this, it was made even more exciting because he was black, my mind working overtime as I imagined her beautiful pussy being stretched wide by a well hung black guy.

"Okay, I remember now. So how do you know he's up for it; you told him no the last time, didn't you?"

"Because," Katrina replied, a wicked smile on her face, "I'm meeting him in town in about.." checking her watch, "3 hours."

I checked mine, it was 6pm now. I couldn't believe what I had just heard, my heart was racing as I tried to make sense of everything she had just told me. That meant she would be meeting him at 9pm, on a Friday night, in a busy town - and more importantly, a town that would no doubt be filled with people we both knew. I was split between concern at her being seen on the arm of someone else, and arousal at the thought of her being so willing to potentially humiliate me in front of our friends. Damn, even a handful of family members on my side could possibly bump into her too; how could I explain it if asked?

"That's okay isn't it babe?" she asked, her hand squeezing my shaft, which was giving away my true feelings about what she was telling me, "This was what you wanted wasn't it?"

The manner in which she asked this was more teasing than concern for my feelings, and it worked. Despite my misgivings about the timing and location, I could not deny that in 2 minutes Katrina had managed to get me hornier than ever before.

I asked what had happened between them that week and which had led to this meeting being organised; Katrina told me how she had began to flirt with Steve early that week and he had immediately shown interest in her. One thing had led to another and after meeting him for lunch on the Thursday, she had finally agreed to his repeated offers of a *****, though making out to him that it was completely behind my back and the need for discretion. This wasn't exactly reflected in overtly going into town together but he hadn't seemed to care - I suppose he was single anyway and them being compromised would not adversely effect him.

By now I was gagging for release and Katrina knew it. Taking my hand she led me upstairs and told me to go for a shower, she would wait in the bedroom. I wanted her there and then but she just said that I'd had my first surprise, if I wanted the second then to do as I was told.

Back in the bedroom 10 minutes later I found Katrina lying on top of the bed in just a pair of lace underwear and a bra. My cock was still semi erect as my mind had raced in the shower, but the sight of her tanned size 10 body, waiting there just for me, had me spring back to full attention.

Katrina told me drop the towel and to lay on the bed, on my back. She then straddled me and taking hold of my hands, placed them above my head. Before I barely realised what she was doing, she had deftly tied them to the top bedposts. I didn't complain though, I was quite willing to be at her mercy.

She kissed me passionately on the lips, her tongue darting into my mouth and across my lips. Leaning to the side, she whispered in my ear, "I forgot to mention, after the lunch on Thursday Steve tried to kiss me at the table and well, I kissed him back. I hope you don't mind but I couldn't resist, especially when I felt his hand on my thigh, just inches from my pussy."

As she said this she began to kiss down my body and after biting gently on both of my nipples, she worked her way down to my groin and I groaned in pleasure as I felt her tongue flick at the head of my cock, before taking it completely into her mouth. Using her other hand, she caressed my shaven balls (we always kept ourselves shaved down there and Katrina insisted that my body hair was always trimmed short), while she slowly wanked and sucked me off. Every now and then she would stop what she was doing and ask if I minded that later that night she might be doing the same thing to Steve, or tease me by asking if I thought she would even be able to take his cock in her mouth, after what everyone said about how well endowed black men were.

All of this just fed my lust and my hips bucked as probably in the quickest time ever, she managed to bring me to orgasm orally. I desperately wanted to grab her head and ***** it down onto me, but the restraints held tight and as frustrating as it was, the denial heightened my pleasure. My cum rushed through the length of my shaft and at first I thought she was going to swallow it but at the last second, she whipped her head away and I spurted my thick cum all over my own stomach. Katrina sat back on her heels and watched as she kept wanking me, ensuring that every last drop was out of me.

"There, good boy," she said, smiling, "Now for your second surprise."

I had thought that this spectacular blow job was my second surprise but apparently not. Katrina reached down to a bag on the floor and brought out a dark coloured case. I kept watching as she opened it and couldn't believe my eyes when she pulled out the parts of what I recognised as one of the CB design chastity devices.

"I hope this is what you meant," she asked, "I went to the sex shop in town today and bought it for you and trust me, at over £100, you are definitely going to get use out of it."

"Fine by me," I said, still out of breath from my orgasm.

"Did I ask for your agreement?" Katrina said back to me, with mock severity in her voice. "That's why you got the BJ, to make sure your cock was nice and soft to put this on you. I hope you enjoyed your orgasm as I'm not sure when I am going to allow you to have another...I suppose it depends on how good you are for me."

Katrina slipped the holding ring behind my sack and after fitting the spacers, slipped the main cage, made of transparent plastic, over my cock. Ensuring it was a good fit and that my slit was placed correctly at the end so I could still urinate, she took out a tiny brass padlock from the case and secured the device in place.

"No more using the urinals at work or standing up to pee in the house," she pointed out to me, as she tapped the plastic with her nails, "You can look forward to having to pee like a girl from now on and I can look forward to not having to put the toilet seat down every time I use it after you."

I didn't care, looking at restrained cock awoke feelings in me that had been deep inside for years, to have my sexy wife do this to me, on the same day she had revealed to me that she was at long last going to fuck someone else; I felt like I was going to explode with love for her. "I love you Katrina," I said, looking up at her.

"I love you too babe, but don't think you're getting out of this. I'm going to put the key for this in a safe place and you are going to experience what it feels like to be celibate for...how long shall we say to start off with? A week is fair I think."

"As long as you decide honey," I replied, I didn't care at that moment, the feeling of the device on my cock and tight around my balls was heavenly, and as I looked up at my wife, she leant over and kissed me again.

"Now for your last surprise," she said, and after reaching back down to her bag, pulled out a small La Senza bag. She opened it and pulled out a pair of electric pink coloured satin and lace knickers. "I think these should look good on you, I got a bigger size than my own, so they will fit over the cage."

I couldn't believe that she had done so much in just a few days and mentally kicked myself for not bringing up the topic of cuckolding sooner! I lifted my hips and Katrina slid the panties over my legs until they covered me completely, the feeling of the smooth satin and rougher lace causing my cock to twitch uselessly, and a little painfully, in the CB 6000.

"Katrina, they feel perfect," I told her.

"Hmmm, they do look nice actually, better than I imagined," she agreed. "They'll do for now but tomorrow I want you to completely shave your legs and if your a good little cuckold I will maybe buy you some tights or stockings."

Being called a cuckold by her was sensational, it was what I had always wanted and yet, we still had the whole night to get through, it was now less than 2 hours until she would have to go out, leaving me alone and wondering what she was up to. I just couldn't believe how she had embraced this so quickly, though in hindsight it was a pretty good deal for her; a compliant husband and as much cock as she wanted, when she wanted, whether it was mine (if she released me) or someone else's.

Katrina went to untie me, saying that she needed to get get ready now, but then stopped. "One last thing," she said and using her mobile phone, she took two pictures of me, one full length and one a close up of my restrained cock underneath the pink girly panties. "You never know," she giggled, though I had no idea what she meant or why she would need those pictures.

Katrina untied me and I immediately reached up and pulled her to me, whispering,"Thank you" into her ear.

Katrina laughed and just said, "Let's see if you feel as grateful in a weeks time, or even later on when you are sat alone, thinking of me and Steve and unable to touch yourself."

True enough, I realised then it was going to be tough but still this was what I knew I wanted, and that even the denial would ultimately be a pleasure for me, in a twisted way. Katrina told me to get dressed, as she needed time to get ready and I obediently slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and went downstairs, experiencing some discomfort from the CB 6000 but determined to get used to it, to satisfy my new 'mistress'.

I sat downstairs for the next hour as Katrina busied herself in the bedroom. Eventually she called to me and I went up to her. "What do you think?" she asked.

She looked stunning, wearing a summer dress which stopped just above her knee, strappy sandals and with her hair and make up perfect. She done a twirl for me and I gazed adoringly at her perfect figure, suddenly experiencing some jealousy at the knowledge that a stranger would have his hands on her tonight, and probably more.

In keeping with her teasing mood, Katrina lifted up her dress and I saw that she was wearing a pair of panties exactly the same as she had got me and which were under my jeans, just in her own size. "And of course, the matching bra," she said, "I thought you would like that and to know that Steve might get to see me in them tonight, before you even have."

I did indeed like it, the dull pain as my cock tried to stiffen certainly reminded me of the fact. I pulled her close to me and kissed her deeply on the lips. she pushed her groin against me and giggled at the feeling of the hard plastic pushing against her. "Now, you're certain you are up for this?" I asked.

"Of course I am, silly. Why wouldn't I be; I should be asking you the same thing shouldn't I? It's you that has to deal with what might happen tonight, or maybe even every weekend," she added. "Anyway, I need to call a taxi and get going, I don't want to be late."

Kissing me quickly on the lips she went past me and downstairs and called a taxi, surprising me when I heard that she had booked it to take her to one of the most popular bars in the town centre.

"What are we going to do if someone sees you with him?" I asked.

"You should've thought about that before asking me to do this," Katrina laughed, "Not my problem really is it, if any of my friends see me I'll just ask them to keep quiet. The question is, what if any of your friends see us?" Katrina looked at me and added, "Oh I see, maybe that's what you want isn't it? For your friends to see me and to know that I've cuckolded you. If that's the case, I'll make sure we go to all the popular places and that if I see anyone who knows us, that they get an eyeful of me sucking on Steve's tongue!"

She was right, while I had no idea how I would explain this away to anyone who saw her, the thought of it turned me on, there was no doubt about it. It was then that something popped into my mind which I hadn't even considered earlier. "You have got condoms haven't you?"

Katrina was on the pill but with a stranger I thought she should be better safe than sorry. But I didn't expect the response she gave, "Why would I use condoms?" She pulled me close to her again and rubbed my sensitive balls over my jeans. "When I get home later, or maybe tomorrow morning, you are going to be licking me and it wouldn't be any fun if I had used a condom would it? You want to be kept in chastity, wear girly panties, well you can look forward to eating cum like a girl too. You had better just keep your fingers crossed I haven't forgotten to take my pill recently..."

My pain in my groin was unbearable as my cock fought to become erect against the hard plastic of the CB 6000; it was her last comment about getting pregnant which had done it, I had read stories of cuckold husbands whose wives had gotten pregnant by their lovers and found the whole idea extremely erotic, yet had chosen to not to share those thoughts with Katrina as I had thought she might have thought that a bit too over the top. It would seem that I was wrong.

A horn beeped outside the house and leaving me to ponder the matter, Katrina kissed me on the lips, "Wish me luck," she said and disappeared out of the front door.

I watched out of the window as Katrina climbed into the back of the taxi, shifting uncomfortably in the chastity device and wondering what else this weekend would have to bring. Three hours ago I was a normal guy, and here I was, in a cock cage, pink panties and waiting at home while my wife dated a strange black guy.

I knew then that I was the luckiest guy in the world.

Pain & Pleasure

Katrina had been gone now for less than an hour and while I was trying to relax, having a beer to calm my nerves, I had never in all my life been as wound up as I was that evening. My mind was racing with images of what she was doing, where she was and how Steve and her were behaving in public; it wasn't jealousy I was feeling, more so a feeling of helplessness at my inability to relieve my now aching cock, which had been in a state of semi-arousal since before Katrina had left, in so much as the CB 6000 allowed, and a mixture of both concern and excitement at how she or I would handle any questions if she was seen with Steve by anyone we knew.

I sat back on the sofa, thinking about what had led to this evening's events so far. I knew that I wasn't gay, and yet the unrelenting desire to taste another man's cum must mean that I was bisexual? That said, I don't think I had ever seen a guy in the street and found them sexually attractive, but when watching pornographic films I had always wished that I could take the place of the girl who inevitably ended up on her knees at the end of the film, her mouth open and receiving a mouth or face full of thick creamy cum from a well endowed man.

As I thought about these things my cock again began to stir and I had to shift around in the seat to make myself comfortable, I reached into the waistband of my jeans to adjust the device but instead of helping, this just made me feel hornier, especially as my hand felt the smooth satin of the girly panties I was wearing. I was desperate for release, but not being able to do anything about it just made me harder and hurt more, it was like a vicious circle that in truth, I wanted to stay in.

All of a sudden my mobile telephone alerted me that a text message had been received, it was now 10.30pm, Katrina had been gone for over 90 minutes and I hoped it was from her, that she would at least let me know what was going on. It was indeed from her and I opened the message.

'hi cucky am in the irish bar, all goin well, s says hi lol'

'S says hi'? There was no way that meant what I thought it did, that she had told him I was at home waiting for her, but as I thought about it, I found myself hoping that she had, that her and him were maybe talking about how I was so submissive to her that I had agreed to to let her go out into town with him. I sent her a message back straightaway.

'have u told him??? what time will u be home?'

I hoped that she would get back to me just as quickly but I was made to wait for another half an hour before my phone beeped once again; I read the message which didn't answer my questions, but just said she would text me again when she was on the way home, but not to wait up.

An element of uncertainty about the situation began to creep into my mind; I had thought that Katrina would have wanted to keep teasing me, letting me know exactly what was happening between them, but she seemed to have other ideas and was more intent on making me suffer, mentally and by now, physically, at home. The CB 6000 was almost painful now, I realised that it was maybe on too tightly, as my balls were throbbing against the satin panties and yet, strangely, I knew that even if I had the key to the small padlock, I would not have used it; I had asked for this and until such time as I thought there was a significant danger of physical injury, I would endure the pain. Anyway, I didn't have the key and was at a loss as to how I would safely remove it should the situation have turned awry.

I made sure all the curtains were drawn and removed my jeans and socks, sighing at the slight relief this afforded my testicles. Going into the kitchen, dressed in just the panties and a T-shirt, I necked a couple of painkillers, which I washed down with a swig of beer and went back into the front room. As I walked, my cock moved gently up and down within its plastic prison and the feeling of this and the panties against my skin made me look down and have a little smile to myself, despite the accompanying pain, at the same time making a mental note to shave my legs the next day. I settled back onto the sofa, stretched out, my legs apart and channel-surfed the TV, using one hand to operate the remote and another to gently rub my now swollen balls, closing my eyes at the mix of pain and pleasure this offered.

I found myself starting to drift off to *****, with images of my sexy wife draped over this strange black guy in the Irish bar, and as I fell asleep the last image I remembered was that of a couple we both knew walking into the bar and looking over at her and Steve as they kissed passionately at the bar, their tongues probing each others mouths as their bodies pressed hard against each other, in a way that could never be shrugged off as anything but a kiss between two lovers...

I woke to the familiar sound of my mobile, it was just after 2am and I realised that the combination of painkillers and ******* had hit me harder than expected. I checked the display and saw that the message was from Katrina - she would be home in 15 minutes and I was to wait in the bedroom for her. I looked down at myself, the pink panties still covering the chastity device and pulling them to one side, saw that my balls were almost purple in colour and when I touched them, albeit gently, the pain was unbearable.

I slowly got up from the sofa and went upstairs, my mind waking more and coming to terms with what was actually happening. As I brushed my teeth I imagined Katrina kissing Steve goodbye, wondering whether she had left him in town or had they gone anywhere more private? Regardless of the constant throbbing I could feel in my sack, I couldn't wait for her to get back and tell me all about it, hoping that she would at the very least, loosen the ring on the CB 6000; I had realised over the recent years that yes, I was a submissive and yes, I somewhat craved ***********, but not to the extent that I ended up in hospital with irreparable damage. We hadn't even had any ******** yet, both deciding to get established in our careers first, I was certain that Katrina wouldn't want to jeopardise the chance to have ******** with me in the future.

I took off my T-shirt and laid on the bed, again spreading my legs in an attempt to ease the discomfort of my restrained cock and balls. I tentatively touched my sack and even though it hurt like hell, I couldn't resist touching it again. The pain somehow excited me, made me feel like I was experiencing some form of punishment for not being man enough to satisfy my wife, even though I knew that this wasn't in fact the case.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of the front door opening and footsteps on the the stairs. I had dimmed the bedroom light but when Katrina walked in, I could immediately tell that more than kissing had taken place. Her hair was tied back, as if had not had time to straighten it and her make up had pretty much disappeared. Even so, with the flushed look about her, and the obvious flaws in her appearance from when she had left the house hours earlier, I thought she looked perfect and the wicked grin on her face ********** my opinion.

"Hiya babe," she said, "I see you've enjoyed your surprises tonight?"

"Mmmm, I have but babe, I really need you to loosen this, I feel like my balls are dying!" I begged her, "You don't have to take it off, just loosen the spacers."

Katrina looked down at me and I hoped the obvious pain on my face would convince her. Pulling her dress over her head, my pain was momentarily forgotten as I admired her sexy body. "Okay, let me sit down first."

At that, Katrina swung her leg over me, so she was sat almost on my face, facing down my body, the crotch of her underwear just inches above my face. She then reached down and pulled the panties to one side.

"Here you go baby, your treat for letting me go out and enjoy yourself."

As she said this she lowered herself down to my face, so her pussy lips were against my lips. I felt her leaning forward and handling the CB 6000 and in appreciation, despite not knowing what I was about to taste, I used my tongue to probe her pussy. Immediately I noticed two things; how wide open she seemed to feel and a musky, salty taste.

"Mmm," she groaned in pleasure, pushing herself down onto my face. "That's it baby, get in deep, taste Steve's cum."

As she said this she managed to loosen the spacers on the device and my pain was for an instant gone, but then replaced with a burning feeling as the ***** rushed back into my balls.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I gasped but Katrina ignored my outburst and sitting back up, I felt her finger spreading her pussy lips.

"There you go, is that better?" she asked, "That's my part of the deal, now eat me up clean pussy boy, show me how much you like cleaning someone else's cum from your new whore wife."

The pain slowly subsided and I concentrated on pleasuring my wife, sucking eagerly at her pussy, tasting what I presumed was Steve's semen. Clearly, she had decided to put her faith in her contraceptive pill as opposed to condoms. I considered the potential outcome of this and I have to be honest, as I imagined that she might have become pregnant that night, by a black guy, my cock strained again, testing the CB 6000 to the limit as it fought to get erect.

"That's it babe, mmmmm, it felt so good when he came, he went sooooo deep inside me, far more than you ever have," she teased; I could feel her cunt spasming as she pushed the contents out into my mouth.

I felt the cum dripping over my face and onto my lips, licking them straightaway to make sure none of Steve's heavenly juices were wasted. For a non-gay guy, I was definitely enjoying tasting the second hand cum from Katrina's pussy, at that point in time I would've licked her pussy irrespective of what was inside, no matter how much cum or who from.

Katrina was leaning forward again and I felt her tongue around the base of my cock and then around the side of my balls, which were still slightly swollen. The pain had gone by now and their being swollen just made them more sensitive to her. I spread my legs like a cheap slut, wanting to give her as much access to me as possible. I felt Katrina's fingers snake around my sensitive balls, making me gasp and then down to my ass. I tongued her more deeply, lifting my ass to allow her access to me; she rubbed around my tight little hole and then slipped one, then what felt like another, finger into my ass.

She was grinding her sloppy cunt right up against my face now, I was sucking and licking for all I was worth, savouring the taste of cum, hers and his, as it smeared across my mouth. Katrina was moaning in pleasure and as she ******** my ass with her fingers, both inside me now up to her knuckle, I thrust my ass up and down, loving the feeling of fulness.

"Yes, yes, yesss...." she screamed out and without any other warning, slammed herself down onto my face, almost ********** me as she racked with orgasm. I probed my tongue as deep as I could into her, feeling the walls of her pussy clench as she came hard, for what seemed like minutes. She pulled her fingers out of me, my ass closing and a strange yet enjoyable feeling washed over me as she left me empty again. Katrina steadied herself with both hands on the bed as she recovered from her orgasm and then shifted herself until she was lying next to me, on her side.

"Wow, that was fantastic honey," she purred, "I think we have finally got the perfect arrangement," she added, idly playing with my chastity tube, lifting it up and dropping it again, making my balls rise and fall with the movement.

I looked in her eyes and said, "Was he worth the risk?"

"What risk?"

"You know what I mean," I replied, "Not using a condom, what if you get pregnant?"

"Mmm, well, you did say you wanted us to have kids one day," she teased, "Maybe I could show everyone how I've cuckolded you by having a black baby in 9 months?"

I thought she was joking, she laughed as she said it but something about her expression gave me the impression that this was a subject that might come up again. I have to admit though, as she said this, I wasn't disgusted, or put off, in my horny, chastised mind, all I could think about was letting her do whatever she wanted; she was my mistress now and I would let her do anything she wanted, as long as I got the attention like she had just shown me.

Katrina cuddled into me, her hand alternating between stroking my balls and using a finger to rub against my ass - it was both a complete tease and perfect, all at once. I was desperate to cum but knew that it wasn't going to happen tonight; maybe I needed to give her more, or let her do more to me; whatever it took, I knew I would do it...

Seven days had passed since Katrina had come home that Friday evening and had made me eat her cum filled pussy, all the time my cock locked in the CB 6000 and where it had stayed since. I had fallen asleep, eventually, with the taste of Steve's cum coating my tongue and if I'm honest, couldn't wait to taste his, or someone else's, thick spunk from Katrina's pussy again, IF she decided to treat me.

I was finally beginning to get used to the chastity device, Katrina had adjusted it so it was more comfortable, yet still tight enough that there was no chance of me being able to escape from it; I had no idea where she had put the keys so I was completely at her mercy for when I was going to be able to have an orgasm.

When we had got out of bed on the Saturday, Katrina had been like a kid at Christmas, especially when she had found a text message from Steve on her mobile phone, saying how much he had enjoyed their evening together and inviting her out with him the next weekend.

"You don't mind do you babe?" she had asked. "He's suggested that we go away overnight to Manchester, at least that's far enough away that we're unlikely to bump into anyone we know."

Manchester was an hours drive away but it was Katrina's reference to someone we knew that reminded me about the previous night. "Did you see anyone while you were out last night?" I asked.

Katrina played coy, but with a wicked glint in her eye. "Well, I think there might've been a couple of guys there from your work, but I'm not sure whether they saw me." She added, "Then again, I wasn't paying them too much attention so I couldn't really be sure either way."

I was on a week off work so if what she was saying was true, it'd be a while before I found out, although I knew that gossip like that would spread like wildfire around my office so within a week half the building would know. The strange thing was though, while I was nervous as to how I would handle any awkward questions, the thought of people talking about Katrina and how she was maybe having an affair behind my back was a thought that I found quite arousing, albeit just mentally as my cock was unable to get more than semi erect at the best of times.

Unfortunately, the week off had also meant a lot of time alone at home, Katrina out at work and doing god knows what, while I was left frustrated. Still, it was what I wanted and Katrina had over the last few days began to use my chastity for her own ends, having me spend ages licking her pussy in the hope that she would finally relent and allow me some release, but she hadn't so far. I was so confused, I desperately wanted to cum, to feel an orgasm ripping through my body, yet I also loved the fact that I couldn't.

Anyway, despite asking me about going out with Steve, Katrina had every intention of going regardless of what I said and it was tomorrow (Saturday) that she planned on meeting him. Katrina had taken today off work and was upstairs getting ready, having told me we were going into town to get her some new clothes for her 'date'.

She came downstairs looking gorgeous as always; she had also picked out my clothes, making me dress up slightly more than usual as I was to buy her lunch out. Even so, my CB 6000 was securely in place, covered in a pair of pink lace panties underneath my jeans, which I had deliberately chosen as they were a slightly looser fit.

"You look gorgeous," I told her, "Good enough to eat."

"You will be later, don't you worry," Katrina replied, "Seeing as you've been a good cucky this week I'll maybe let you buy something to wear tonight, as a treat seeing as you'll be alone tomorrow."

I wondered what she had in mind, though was pretty sure she didn't have anything manly in mind. We headed out and spent the day touring female clothes and underwear shops. I was paranoid that my device was noticeable under my jeans but Katrina said it just looked like I had a big cock tucked in there. I wished!

Katrina was constantly teasing me, putting sexy clothes up to herself and asking if Steve would like her in it; I was fairly certain whatever clothes she bought wouldn't be on her too long anyway. I said this to Katrina but she corrected me. "Oh no, not at all dear hubby, I intend to spend the weekend with Steve as if he was my husband, we're going to go shopping, have dinner etcetera. I want to let people look at us and think we're a real couple."

I thought about this for a second and could feel my cock stirring, imagining them holding hands as they walked around the shops. What if Katrina started to have feelings for him more than just sex, what if they fell in love? Would she stay with me?

Katrina seemed to guess what was going through my mind. "Don't worry, it's you I love, this is all for us," she reassured me, "Though I'm sure I can keep two men in my life happy, aren't you?"

"Come on, here we are, time for your treat." Katrina pulled me towards La Senza and went straight over to a display of bright pink satin panties, bras and camisoles. She grabbed my hand and made me touch the material, "Like?"

I definitely did, I loved the feel of the satin and imagined how it would feel over my new hairless body (Katrina had made me shave and Immac all my body hair earlier in the week). I wasn't prepared for what she done next though; holding up a size 14 camisole to me, she said loud enough for most of the shop to hear, "That'd fit you just lovely!"

I looked around, my face going red as other customers looked over at me. Katrina just giggled and grabbing a pair of panties and bra in the same colour and suitable sizes, went to the cash desk. I followed, eyes on me from the other customers and the *********** was exquisite - I wondered what exactly they were thinking, whether they believed Katrina or just thought she was messing about. The assistant rang up the items and Katrina looked over at me when she asked for payment, pulling out her purse and again saying louder than necessary, "My treat."

Katrina handed me the brightly coloured bag and led me out of the shop, a big smile on her face, knowing how much she had just humiliated me. As we walked out she asked me if I'd enjoyed that, I said that I had. Two hours later we were on our way home and I couldn't wait till later, praying on one hand that she would release me from the device but on the other, imagining being dressed in my new underwear, serving her pussy like a good chastised slave, cleaning her before she was ******** by black cock the following day.

Having got home from my very humiliating shopping trip, things had progressed quickly. Katrina had teased me all the way home in the car, making comments like, "I'm gonna fuck you tonight like the slut you are," and, "Come on admit it, you want to be my bitch, don't you?"

I was embarrassed to answer but my caged cock twitched at the thought and was becoming both sore and aroused at what was to come, but at the same time I was quite nervous.

Once in the house, Katrina told me to go for a shower and handing menthe La Senza bag, told me to put on my new underwear, lie on the bed and wait for her. Of course, I did as I was told and 15 minutes later was in position, lying on my back, the pink knickers and camisole against my skin making me feel horny and slightly conscious as to how I looked.

After a few minutes Katrina came into the room. I gasped in amazement, she had obviously done some shopping of her own during the week and was dressed in a full black PVC outfit, corset, no knickers, stockings and suspenders and thigh high heeled boots. She looked stunning, but even better, like the perfect dominatrix. She was also carrying a bag, which she placed by the side of the bed.

"Aww, look at my little slut, how do the clothes feel?"

"Very nice," I replied, watching her every move as she straddled my groin, lowering her shaven pussy down until it rubbed against the plastic of the CB 6000. She leant forward and kissed me on my lips, her tongue darting into my mouth, but pulling out before I could suck on it, which I was desperate to do.

She straightened up again, her hands rubbing over my satin covered smooth chest, fingers pinching at my nipples. "Very nice indeed," she said, "I could get used to this I think.". She then lifted herself slightly off me and ordered me to turn over, onto my front. I did so, carefully so as not to hurt myself even more with the chastity device, and once in position, she sat back down on me, again straddling me. I saw her reach down the side of the bed and into the bag, and then she sat back up with a pair of handcuffs swinging from one finger.

"Now babe, don't panic but I have plans for you tonight which I think you will enjoy, but maybe not at first so I'm going to put these on you okay?".

"What do you mean not at first?"

"Shhhh," she just said, "Just relax and enjoy yourself, my little chastised bitch, aren't you?"

She leant forward, over my back and put the handcuffs around one of the bars in the centre of the headboard. Then, in turn she restrained my hands in them, before again sitting back on me, her weight pushing my cock cage uncomfortably against the bed, my balls squashed against the plastic retainer rings.

"Honey, you don't need to tie me down," I pleaded with her, now getting concerned at what she had planned for me, "Honestly, I'm quite happy to do whatever you want."

"You say that now, but you don't really know what I want do you?" She said this with some menace in her voice, but without seeing her face, I couldn't tell if she was for real or play acting. "As I said earlier, tonight you're my bitch and one more word from you and you'll regret it okay?"

My mind reeled at what was possibly to come, but I think that even if she had uncuffed me, I'd still have stayed where I was. Secretly, I think, I wanted this.

Katrina slid off to one side, kneeling next to me. "Lift your ass up, but keep your head down in the pillow."

"Uh huh," I replied, doing as she said. The knickers were cutting slightly into my balls and I was paranoid I looked stupid, with one testicle hanging out of either side of the material. This was soon rectified though when I felt Katrina pulling the gusset of the knickers to one side of my sack, exposing my balls and ass. The next ing I felt was what I presume was her finger, and more worryingly, her long fingernail, at the entrance to my ass.

"Mmmm, you're very tight back here babe, we'll have to do something about that.". More rustling behind me and then I felt a cold sensation as a liquid which I can only assume was lubrication of some kind, was applied to my ass. I gasped slightly as I felt Katrina slip a finger in me, gently at first, slowly working it in and out of my ass for a few moments until I realised she had fully inserted it into me. There was some pain but the feeling as she slipped it back out and then in again was exquisite.

"Good boy, you're a natural," she said, "I was reading about anal sex on the net the other day and it said you should take it step by step, but before I go out tomorrow I want to know that I have taken your anal virginity and that you are 100% my little slut, so I'm afraid we're not going to have that sort of time. Hence the handcuffs," she added.

She pulled her finger out of my ass slowly, making me feel every second of it, and then she reached her hand around to my mouth, the finger that had just been inside me rubbing against my lips. "No way," I exclaimed, "Thats too much babe, not when it's just been in me!"

"Suck my fucking finger bitch," she hissed, and I knew she was being serious. "For years now I've been swallowing your cum and putting up with your little cock, now it's time that you do what I want, and don't forget, you wanted this."

She wasn't leaving me with much choice, so I opened my mouth and allowed her finger to pass through my lips, tasting the muskiness of my own ass and feeling thankful that I had cleaned myself as well as possible in the shower.

"There, good boy, or good girl I should maybe say," she chuckled to herself, "Now you're learning.".

Katrina moved back into position, on her knees behind me. She grabbed at the cage of the CB 6000 and pulled on it, causing the ring to tighten up against my balls. I yelled in pain. "Just so we're clear, any more problems and the pain you just felt will be nothing compared to what you will feel, in fact, I know how we can solve this."

I twisted my head to watch her reach down into her bag again and this time she produced a ball-gag, with a black rubber ball and leather straps. "Please honey," I begged her, "I'll be quiet, I promise."

Katrina ignored me and placing the ball in front of my mouth told me to open up. At first I refused but then she just leant down and whispered in my ear.

"At the minute, I just plan on using one of my medium size dildos on you..." She let this sink in, "But if you don't open your fucking mouth right now, I swear to god I will work on your ass all night until I get my fist in you, no matter how much it hurts and you scream the house down."

She sounded deadly serious this time and for the first time since all this had started, I felt seriously worried. Fisting? I didn't think Katrina even knew the word, let alone that it could be done to a person. I decided that I would let her gag me, not willing to risk the consequences if she was being serious.

Again I was verbally rewarded, but this time with, "Good girl. Now, relax and enjoy this, otherwise it's gonna hurt." As she said this she slapped my ass hard and if I hadn't been gagged, I'd have yelped out in pain.

More of the lubricant was applied and I heard her bedside drawer open, the drawer where Katrina kept her selection of dildos. I held my breath in anticipation and then felt the tip of what seemed to be a plastic vibrator pushing against my asshole. "Just relax," Katrina instructed me, "Any pain will soon go, trust me," and then, in a more mocking tone, "If it helps, imagine my ass getting penetrated tomorrow night, and his is much bigger than this."

Katrina had never let me have anal sex with her and I felt pangs of jealousy, though these soon went when my mind registered the searing pain of my tight hole being stretched wide by the toy. I groaned against the gag but Katrina didn't hear, or didn't care, and continued pushing it in me. I shoved my face into the pillow, biting down on the gag, praying that the pain would soon turn into the pleasure I had been promised.

"That's it babe, nearly there.". Katrina was back to being her loving self, satisfied now that I was doing her bidding. "Two more inches and you'll have the full eight in you!"

Eight? My own cock was only six inches long when erect and yet I had taken more. Fuck me though, it hurt like mad but slowly my ass seemed to grow accustomed to the size and the pain started to subside.

Katrina continued to drive the vibrator in and out of my ass, it was as the toy moved out of my ass that I felt the most pleasure, and found myself hoping then that she would push it back in and not leave me empty. My groans and grunts of pain had turned to murmurs of pleasure and I couldn't help but spread my legs wider and push back slightly, wanting to meet her thrusts.

"Mmmm baby, you're enjoying that aren't you," she teased. "Maybe I can trust you to keep quiet now? I'm gonna take off the gag and if the first words out of your mouth aren't 'please fuck me more', it goes back on, understand?"

I understood and despite the pain of what had now been over an hour of anal *****, more was exactly what I wanted. I felt her undo the buckles of the gag and she pulled it from me. "Well?"

"Please fuck me more Katrina," I begged, and without being asked, "I want you to shove as big a cock as I can take inside me, please, make me your slut."

"Of course I will darling, I'm glad that in such short a time you've accepted your new place in this marriage. Now let's see what else I have that could satisfy and stretch you."

My ass was throbbing and a little sore, but I ached for more and watched as she went back to her drawer and removed her largest dildo, a black rubber one with balls at the end and about as thick as her wrist. "Maybe this?" she asked.

As horny as I was, I didn't think there was a chance that I could fit that monster in me. I could remember when we had bought it for Katrina and she could barely get the thing in her pussy, even with her natural lubrication and plenty of KY jelly. "I think that might be too much babe," I told her, "As nice as it looks there's no way I can take that."

"Nonsense, you just need to relax babe, it'll fit...eventually. Now, spread your legs again and you might wanna bite down on the pillow, just till you get used to it."

For the next 30 minutes Katrina slowly inserted the toy into me, centimetre by centimetre. It hurt, not as bad as earlier but the pain definitely outdid the pleasure with this one. Even so, I kept as quiet as I could, letting Katrina work on me at her own speed, adding more lubrication whenever she felt I needed it. The half hour seemed a lot longer but finally she sat back and exclaimed, "Yes, that's it, all done.".

I had never felt so full in my life, it felt like the dildo was pushing into my stomach it was so deep into me, and I could feel the fake balls pushing against my own, which were already uncomfortably swollen from the pressure of the plastic cock cage pulling at the retaining ring and spacers.

Katrina seemed so pleased and I was happy that I had managed to please her. "Did I do well honey?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," she replied, "In fact, you've been such a good little slut I might just have to see if I can find something bigger for you, I mean, it's still early yet and even though my pussy is soaking wet, I've got hours left of playing in me yet."

Katrina got up and left the room, and I heard her walking downstairs. I took the opportunity to lie down properly, as best I could with the best part of ten inches of dildo in me, resting and taking the weight from my wrists, which were starting to get sore from the cuffs. I still had to keep my legs spread to accommodate the toy in my ass, but at least I was getting some respite from the onslaught so far. I wondered what Katrina was doing downstairs and just hoped she would bring a ***** up, my mouth was dry from the pain I had been experiencing.

I was left lying there for about 20 minutes, during which time the dildo eventually slipped out of my ass, popping gently out and falling to the side of me, onto the bed. At one point I thought I heard Katrina talking downstairs but couldn't make out what she was saying and presumed she was on the telephone, although I couldn't think who she would be calling in the middle of what we were doing.

I heard footsteps once again and Katrina came into the room, still dressed in her killer outfit. "Oh dear, look what's happened," she said, "Trust me, you'll want that back in you, keeping you nice and wide."

She picked up the dildo and again applied some lubricant to it before pushing it back into me, though this time she pulled my knickers over the top of it, so that it couldn't slip out. "You just lie there and think naughty thoughts," she told me, "Cos trust me, this night is going to become naughtier than you could have ever imagined."

I turned to face her, still lying on my front. "What do you mean? Come on babe, don't you think you've done enough to me, that I've let you do enough?"

Katrina laughed, "You forget, you don't LET me do anything, I do what I want, remember?" Again she had that evil tone to her voice, which I didn't dare test to see if it was for real or not. "Now stay there, I'm getting myself a *****, ready for the show."

Show? What was she going on about? I didn't get time to ask, and I'm sure she wouldn't have answered me anyway, before she left the room, went downstairs and I heard the chinking of glasses as she fixed herself a *****. By this time, I could've done with a strong one myself - the dildo in my ass was starting to ache, especially as the lubricant dried up, and my cock, which had been trying to become erect for the last few hours, was really becoming uncomfortable within the CB 6000.

I waited again, about half an hour passed before I was surprised to hear the doorbell go; I then heard it open and voices downstairs, Katrina's and someone else's - a guys which I didn't recognise but as I put things together in my mind, even in the state I was in I started to realise what was about to happen, or at the very least, that Katrina was about to introduce Steve to me, with me trussed up like a chicken on the bed, with an ass full of dildo!

A few moments later I again listened as the footsteps approached. The bedroom door opened and I heard Katrina say, "Here he is Steve, just like I told you."

As embarrassed as I was, I looked around to see Steve for the first time. He was a six foot something, well built black guy, as Katrina had described him, but in person he seemed particularly intimidating, especially considering the situation I found myself him.

Steve looked down at me on the bed and laughed, "Nice to meet you sissy boy, wow, I honestly thought your wife was exaggerating when she said what you were like but well, damn, I can see she wasn't."

I looked at Katrina, who was stood close to Steve, her arm around him and a big smile on her face. "What exactly are you trying to do? What if this gets out, if he tells someone?"

"Why should I care?" she replied, I have Steve now and whether anyone knows what a sissy you are or not, I still get to have his cock and when I want to, ***** yours...and your ass of course."

She turned to Steve, "Okay, as I promised, the deal is this. You let me watch you fuck his ass and fill him with your lovely cum, and I will let you fuck my ass too, you get to take something that I have never even let my husband take before - my anal cherry."

Steve looked down at me again. "Well, I ain't gay, but I suppose if he got up on all fours and kept the panties on, it wouldn't be much different from any other ass I've fucked. I ain't touching his cock though."

"That's okay," Katrina reassured him. " You won't have to, though if you don't mind, I might have him suck you hard again once you have used him, just so I can get your cock in me as soon as possible afterwards." She looked at me and added, " I want my husband to watch me get fucked while your cum is still dripping out of his stretched ass."

"Fair enough," said Steve, "He had just better suck cock good."

Katrina turned back to me, "Now, are you going to do as I say and let Steve show you how a botch takes cock, or do I have to gag you again?" I didn't answer straightaway, but Katrina continued regardless, "Actually, on second thoughts, I think the gag will have to go on as I'm sure once you see Steve's cock, you'll realise that there might be some pain to begin with and I don't want the neighbours calling the police when they hear your screams"

Katrina laughed at her own comment and reached down, taking hold of the gag and after telling me to open my mouth, reattached it to me. " Now, my little cuckold hubby, have a look at what is about to replace the dildo inside you."

Katrina embraced Steve and they kissed passionately as her hands opened his belt and then his jeans. I strained to watch, my neck aching as I did so, as Katrina knelt before Steve, opening his jeans and pulling them and his underwear down together. I couldn't believe it, his cock was only semi erect and yet it looked about 8 inches long as it swang between his legs. Katrina took it in one hand, her fingers barely able to go around it, and lifted it to her mouth. Before taking the tip of his massive cock in her mouth, she just said to me, "Here we go babe, tonight you officially become my bitch, by the same man who," she looked up at Steve, "Might also be the ****** of my next baby..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and if I hadn't been gagged, would definitely have tried to talk her out of the last part, if nothing else, but instead I could do nothing but watch as Steve stepped out of his clothes, revealing his toned body and after Katrina had sucked his cock to what must have been 10 or 11 inches long, I felt the bed move as he got up behind me. I tried to clench my ass, which was a pointless exercise with the dildo deep inside me still. Katrina was to the side and she pulled the panties to one side and in one movement, pulled the dildo quickly out of me, "There you go lover, your first virgin ass of the night."

I felt myself being pulled back up by the waist, onto my knees and pushed my face down into the pillow, knowing that the pain I had felt earlier would be nothing compared to what was about to come...

Baisée devant mon mari

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Ce garagiste, Mon Maitre

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Ex Boyfriend Amanda

Amanda and I had been married for 18 months. At 5' 10", she is three inches taller than me, has long, jet black hair, a 36" bust and long sexy legs. Her skin is unusually white, which is what first attracted me to her. Our marriage seemed good, we got on really well, but this was suddenly all to change.

Out of the blue, Amanda told me that she had received a call from her ex-boyfriend Ray. She and he had split up about two years before, and he had moved away. Apparently, he had now moved back to our town, and wanted Amanda to have a ***** with him for old time's sake. Their parting had not been satisfactory for either of them, and he felt they needed to tie up loose ends before he moved on with his life.

Amanda had told me very little about Ray, except that he was a tall, muscular black man. Their relationship had been very intense, and the unhappy break-up was caused by his insistence on moving away to further his career. Amanda had not felt able to go with him because of her strong ties at home. I met her a couple of months after the split, and we married six months later.

I had agreed to her going out with Ray reluctantly, because I am naturally a jealous and possessive person, but she was determined to go. On the night of the meeting, I watched her come downstairs after getting ready. I was rather shocked that she was wearing a thin blouse with no bra, and a very short black skirt. Her nipples were clearly visible under the fabric of the shirt, and her long, white legs were almost totally exposed. I questioned her choice of clothing, but she explained that this was the way she had always dressed for him, and she wanted to show him that there were no hard feelings.

After kissing me goodbye, Amanda advised me not to wait up, as they had a lot of catching up to do, and she may be late. I was on tenterhooks all evening, knowing that she was out with a man she had been extremely close to, and I was still unhappy about the amount of flesh she was showing. Finally, I went to bed at about eleven, but was unable to *****.

At about 12.30, I heard the front door open, then close. I thought Amanda was on her own, but then heard two voices in the hall. Quietly, I crept out to the top of the stairs. I could not see anything, but could hear their conversation clearly.

"Pull your skirt up Mandy you little slut, and spread your legs."

"Surely you are not going to fuck me in my own home, with my husband upstairs?"

"If you like, I will just leave and get out of your life again."

"No, no don't do that. All right, if you think three times in an evening is not enough, fuck me again, you big cocked horny black fucker! Shove that huge cock into my wet pussy, and cuckold my poor husband again in his own hallway. Oh Ray, I had forgotten how good that feels when you slide into me up to your big manly balls. Nobody has ever been able to make me feel the way you do!"

"How does your husband compare?"

"There is no comparison."

"Tell me, exactly."

"OK, he has a tiny dick, which never gets fully hard, and he has not been able to satisfy me since we got married. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Yes it is, because that means you are going to keep coming back to me now that I have returned, aren't you? Now you have tasted my black cock again, you won't be able to do without it."

"You are right, I will keep coming back for more, on my knees if necessary. I will do all it takes to keep you giving me the sort of fucking I really need."

"My two flat mates you met briefly tonight. Suppose I want to have them fuck you?"

"Yes, they can fuck me if you want, I will suck their cocks, and take them in my pussy and my arse, as long as you keep fucking me yourself."

"What about your husband?"

"Forget about my wimp husband, all I want to think about right now is your cock inside me making me cum for the umpteenth time tonight!"

My head was spinning at hearing all this. I had a sick feeling of jealousy in my stomach, hearing my dear wife being fucked not for the first time that night, but at the same time, my cock betrayed the excitement I was feeling. I moved forward, to try to get a glimpse of the pair, but lost my footing and fell. They both turned round at the noise, and saw me at the top of the stairs. Amanda had a horrified look on her face, but Ray was cool.

"Get down her boy!" he yelled. I hesitated.

"Don't make me tell you twice!" he bellowed. I walked down the stairs quickly, my erection still very evident.

"Look at this", he said to Amanda. "The freak has been getting off listening to us fuck!" Amada's attitude changed immediately.

"You fucking little pervert!" she screamed. "Well if that's what it takes to get you hard, stand there and watch me get fucked. Ray, really give it to me hard honey, show him how his wife needs to be treated!"

Ray began to pump Amanda really hard, ******* her back against the wall as he rammed the full length of his magnificent cock into her sweet, willing pussy. Seeing a mixture of concern and jealousy on my face, she spoke:

"What's the matter Michael? Have you never seen a woman being fucked properly before, by a real man with a real man sized cock? Keep poking me Ray, and show him what you did to my tits."

Ray ripped my wife's blouse open, revealing her large breasts, covered in his love bites.

"That's what a virile, passionate man does to a woman's tits Michael, I have love bites all over the insides of my thighs as well! Grab my tits Ray, squeeze them, and hurt me. You know how rough I like you to treat me."

Ray obliged, squeezing her large mammaries and pinching her nipples hard. She squealed with delight, begging for more and encouraging him to fuck her even harder.

"Tell the wimp I am your slut again Ray", she gasped. "Tell him that you have retaken possession of his wife's cunt!"

"That's right, boy" Ray confirmed. "You just lost all rights to your wife's body, she is mine now, and if you try and touch her I will make you sorry."

"Don't worry Ray", Amanda gasped. "I will never let him have me again. I am yours now, and I will only be fucked by you, or anyone else you decide. Now finish me off darling, make me cry with the pleasure you give me, just like you did earlier tonight."

Ray began to pump Amanda faster, causing her to sob with joy. Shortly after, he tensed and announced he was coming.

"Oh yes!" cried my wife. "Empty those big black balls deep into your loving slut's belly, I LOVE YOU!!!!!"

I hung my head in shame and misery as they reached their climaxes together. My eyes were filled with tears at the knowledge that Ray had taken Amanda from me, sexually at least. When they calmed down, Amanda told me to fuck off upstairs and wait for her, as she wanted to say goodnight to her boyfriend in private.

She came up to the bedroom a few minutes later. I was sat on the bed, my head in my hands feeling wretched. Amanda sat next to me.

" I meant every word I said", she began. "I will remain your wife if you wish, but Ray is my man, and I will be his woman. You and I will be a normal couple, except there will be no kissing, hugging or any sexual contact. I do not wish you to touch me again, and I certainly have no wish to touch you. I knew that from the moment Ray put his cock into me for the first time tonight."

"I love you", I said, my voice trembling. "I don't want to lose you."

"Then you will do exactly as you are told." She replied, coldly.

The pattern was set, and she began to visit Ray several times a week, to be fucked by him or his friends.

About two weeks later, on a Friday morning, I was standing naked in front of the sink shaving, having just got out of the bath. By this time, Amanda and I were ******** in separate bedrooms. She appeared at the bathroom door, leaning on the doorframe. Her long black hair was tousled, and her pretty face still showed the signs of tiredness. She wore only a short blue robe, which showed a lot of cleavage, and accentuated her long white legs, and pretty feet with their scarlet painted toenails.

"How's it going?" she asked, with a grin on her face. "Have you done plenty of jerking off, picturing me with Ray's fat cock embedded in my pussy? Or perhaps you imagine my pretty red lips around his shaft as I suck him off and swallow his cum?" She stood right in front of me and opened the robe.

"Or do you perhaps imagine what those black studs are doing with all of this? I see my words are having an effect on you!" I hung my head. Lifting my chin up, she said:

"You would really love to be allowed to fuck me again, wouldn't you Michael? I nodded that I would, more than anything did.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, my poor, celibate cuckold hubby", she responded. "But I have more than enough on my plate, dealing with all my black studs." Laughing, she made towards the door, then turning back, told me not to be late home, as we had people coming.

"Who?" I asked.

"You'll see" she laughed, and walked away.

I arrived home at around seven that evening, and went straight to the lounge. Inside were Amanda, Ray and his flatmates Dave and Roger. All three were naked, and my wife and Ray were on the sofa smooching, while Dave and Roger watched from the armchairs. They had all obviously had quite a bit to *****. On seeing me, my wife jumped up and came over to me.

"Darling", she began, "This is Roger, and that is Dave. I should tell you that I have had the pleasure of receiving the large cocks of all three of these gentlemen in every orifice of my body, while denying you, my dear husband, any sexual contact whatever." She giggled, and the three men laughed at me.

"We decided", she went on. "That you should not only know that you are a cuckold to these three men, but should also see it, and participate. So be a good boy and strip, just like the rest of us." I protested that I would not, and Ray jumped up, grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me.

"Amanda, I think you should slap your husband, until he agrees to do as he is told." He said.

"It will be a pleasure." Replied my wife.

Moving forward, she raised her arm and slapped my face backward and forward, at least a dozen times, with all the ***** she could muster. My ears were ringing, and I begged her to stop, saying I would do as she asked. When I stood naked in the middle of the room, they all had a good laugh at my poor endowment.

"Now", Amanda told me. "As I said, we want you to participate, so I want you to crawl over to Roger, and kneel between his legs. That's it. Now, I get more pleasure after the boys have cum once, because they last longer. What I would like you to do is suck the first load out of each of them to increase your wife's enjoyment, OK?"

Knowing I had no choice, I took Roger's cock in my hand, and lowered my mouth on to it, beginning the unpleasant task of sucking him off.

"Boy", Roger laughed. "This wimp needs a lot of practice!"

"Don't worry", replied my wife. "Before we are finished we will turn him into an expert, cock sucking faggot."

When I had relieved all three men of their cum, they relaxed and had another couple of ******. Finally, Amanda got up and told me to watch, as she pleased all three men at the same time. Roger lay on the floor, and my wife straddled him and placed his once again erect cock into her cunt. From behind, Dave slid his cock into her arse. In the meantime, Ray had knelt in front of her as she took his swollen member into her mouth.

I was ****** to watch the scene, as Amanda whimpered and sobbed over Ray's cock. While the other two pushed into her from front and back. With a cry, Ray came first, and shot his load into my wife's soft mouth. He beckoned me over, and made me place my open mouth just below Amanda's. She opened her mouth, and a mixture of Ray's slime and her saliva slid into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged slightly as I swallowed.

Roger and Dave carried on a little longer, and finally with a yell, shot their loads almost simultaneously. Amanda let out a loud moan, as she was flooded with sperm from both sides. Dave pulled out, and my wife raised herself off Roger's cock. She turned to me.

"Get down and suck Roger's cock clean", she ordered. I knelt between his legs, and sucked the remainder of his cum and my wife's juices until he was clean.

"Now suck Dave clean", she said. "He will be different, there will be a flavour of my **** on his cock. Just another taste for you to get used to!" I did as I was told. It tasted awful, and I almost vomited as I carried out the disgusting task.

"Now for your first contact with my body for some time", laughed Amanda, as she kept me on my knees for a good twenty minutes, sucking the cum, first from her arse, and then from her sopping pussy. After I had finished, Amanda dismissed me.

"You get off to bed," she said. "You can jerk off over what you have seen tonight, while the boys carry on fucking me on your behalf!"

After that night, one or other of the men would come to my house to take Amanda out. They always made sure they arrived early, so that when Amanda came down, she would find me on my knees, with her lover's cock deep in my mouth. This always gave her pleasure, and she would taunt me, calling me her cock sucking, cum ********, cuckold faggot.

As if all this were not enough, Amanda dropped a bombshell on me two months ago. She told me that she was going away for a month, with Ray and a number of his friends. She explained that she had come off the pill, as Ray had decided to breed her. She went on to tell me that she was to be fucked by an equal number of black and white men.

"If you are lucky", she told me. "A white man will swell my belly. If not, the whole world will know that your wife takes black cock. Personally, I hope one of the black guys does the job, because I want you to be totally humiliated in front of your family and friends."

She has been back a month, and is pregnant. All I can do is keep my fingers firmly crossed.

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LE PHENOMENE

Vengeance d'une ex à une ex


Cette histoire est pure invention de ma part, c'est pourquoi je me permettrai de changer les noms des per***nes de ce récit mais leurs relations entre elles existèrent.
Cette histoire comprendra deux parties : une tendre et douce et la vengeance à proprement parler qui sera un peu plus limite.

Bonjour à tous, je m'appelle Maxime, j'ai 20 ans et l'histoire que je vais vous raconter me vient d'un fantasme qui met en scène deux de mes ex-copines : Meg et Amélie.

J'étais sorti 3 ans avec Amélie, du même âge que moi, magnifique blonde aux yeux bleus, corps parfait, très timide en société et tigresse lorsque l'excitation la prend, et 2 ans après la rupture, j'avais toujours des sentiments forts pour elle alors que je sortais avec Meg, 2 ans de moins que moi, grande brune, un peu en chaire, joli visage enfantin.
Ca énervait tellement Meg qu'elle conçut une petite vengeance afin de punir Amélie de me donner toujours de l'espoir et de ne pas me laisser vivre mon histoire avec elle.

Amélie ne connaissait pas Meg, ni per***nellement, ni de vue ou quoi que ce soit d'autre...
Meg a donc voulu en jouer et commença donc à séduire Amélie qui avait quant à elle certains penchants bisexuels.
Au fur et à mesure qu'elles se fréquentaient, Amélie l'appréciait de plus en plus mais se gardait bien de m'en parler de peur de me perdre si je me rendais compte qu'elle flirtait avec quelqu'un d'autre.
Jusqu'au jour où Meg parvint à amener Amélie chez elle alors que ses parents étaient au travail et qu'elles n'avaient pas cours.

« Viens au sous-sol, on sera plus tranquille et il y a des matelas.
-Euh des matelas pourquoi faire ?
-T'inquiètes, viens, on ira doucement et on ne fera rien si tu ne veux pas, ça te rassure ?
-Un peu... »

Arrivées dans la chambre d'amis au sous-sol remplie de matelas afin de faire dormir le maximum de per***nes les soirs de fête, Meg allongea Amélie sur le premier matelas venu et l'embrassa tendrement.
D'abord sur la bouche puis sur les joues, dans le cou, sur la clavicule et descendant le long de *** épaule.
Meg défit petit à petit le chemisier d'Amélie afin de libérer *** soutient-gorge (85B aux dernières nouvelles) puis continua à l'embrasser en descendant tout doucement le long de la poitrine, sur le ventre, le nombril, puis à la limite du jean.
Elle se délesta de *** haut aussi et de *** soutient-gorge par la même occasion (90B) et se coucha contre Amélie afin de se frotter à sa peau chaude.
Cette dernière commençait à avoir le souffle court et enleva d'elle-même *** soutient-gorge et déboutonna le jean de Meg avec quelques difficultés.
Les deux jeunes filles s'humidifiaient à mesure que l'atmosphère s'électrifiait.
Bientôt, leur seul rempart fut leur culotte.
Meg eut alors une idée, elle proposa à Amélie de faire quelques photos ensemble, cette dernière accepta sous l'emprise de l'excitation et Meg n'eut plus qu'à ramener *** appareil numérique.
Elle firent des photos d'elles deux, en culotte, en sous-vêtements, complètement nues, dans des positions tantôt coquines, tantôt timides ou bien artistiques.
Elles finirent par faire des photos d'elles deux en même temps et au bout de quelques photos, se mirent en 69 et expérimentèrent une nouvelle façon de prendre du plaisir.
Après plusieurs orgasmes plus ou moins violents, nos deux belles jeunes filles étaient exténuées côte à côte sur le lit et tentaient de reprendre leur souffle et de calmer leurs battements de cœur.
Amélie devait aller soulager un besoin naturel dans la salle de bain/toilettes et s'en alla en volant un léger baiser à sa nouvelle dulcinée.
Ainsi finit la partie douce, car Meg ne comptait pas en rester là et voulait par-dessus tout se venger de cette garce qui lui volait *** petit ami.

Une fois Amélie dans les toilettes, Meg reprit *** appareil et la suivit, entra dans la salle d'eau et ferma la porte à clef.

« Hey, tu fais quoi, ne me prend pas quand je fais pipi !
-C'est pas moi qui vais te prendre t'inquiètes... »

Sur ces mots, le rideau de douche s'écarta et 4 garçons sortirent de la baignoire.

« Meg, tu me fais peur là, tu peux m'expliquer ?
-Eh bien c'est simple, ça c'est des potes qui me doivent un service, et toi, tu es une gentille petite fille à qui on va apprendre à ne pas interférer dans les histoires des autres.
-Je ne comprends pas...
-Tu vas vite comprendre, regarde, eux, moi et mon appareil, pas difficile quand même.
-Tu vas pas faire ça ? le rouge lui montait aux joues et les larmes aux yeux.
-Je vais me gêner tiens, ça fait depuis que je suis avec Max que tu le chauffes, que tu le retiens, ça devient lourd... Maintenant, avec ce que j'ai comme photos, celles que je vais faire et ce que tu vas subir, je pense que tu vas nous laisser un peu tranquille et que je vais pouvoir encore m'amuser un peu après.
-Mais... Après ce qu'on a vécu... Je pensais... Je ne comprends pas...
-Tout était prévu ma grande, à part peut être la ***** de l'orgasme que tu m'as donné, tu m'as impressionnée, j'espère que tu sauras être aussi compétente avec ces messieurs, ils n'attendent plus que ça. »

Sans prévenir, Meg prit une photo de la miss sur le trône et comme s'il s'était agit du signal, les 4 mecs se ruèrent sur Amélie en la caressant de la poitrine aux jambes en passant par les cheveux, le dos, le ventre, l'entrejambe, les fesses...
Des doigts rentrèrent en elle alors qu'elle était impuissante, entrain d'uriner...
Un sexe entra de ***** dans sa bouche.
Des flash d'appareil venaient ponctuer ce rut grossier, ces 4 animaux se délectant de leur proie.
Une fois sa commission finie, Amélie fut portée par les hommes sur le lit où quelques instant auparavant, elle avait joui comme jamais (arf, je viens de me remballer moi-même) et commencèrent de la chauffer en la caressant partout, la léchant partout, lui introduisant des doigts.
Elle était tellement mouillée, du fait de ses jouissances récentes et de *** besoin qu'elle n'avait pas eu le temps de nettoyer que les 4 garçons se précipitèrent sur elle et la pénétrèrent à tour de rôle, toujours sous les feux de l'appareil.
Amélie se sentait honteuse, humiliée, forcée, mais en même temps tellement excitée d'avoir 4 hommes qui s'occupent d'elle, elle qui n'a touché qu'un homme et une femme.
A chaque flash de l'appareil, une nouvelle vague de honte mêlée d'excitation la submergeait.
Elle s'imaginait ce à quoi les photos pourraient bien servir... *** école ? Ses parents ? Ses amis ? Max ? Internet ?
Peu importe, elle était partie dans le désir et s'abandonnait comme n'importe laquelle de ces filles qu'elle se plaisait à mépriser lorsqu'elle en croisait dans la rue ou en voyait sortir des boites de nuit.
Elle jouissait sous les assauts de ces mâles déchaînés, elle hurlait *** plaisir (d'où l'importance du sous-sol), Meg était passé en mode vidéo car des cris pareils ne se rataient pas.
Bien entendu, les gars essayèrent de passer par derrière, Amélie s'y opposa fortement en criant qu'elle ne voulait pas, que ça lui ferait trop mal mais à 4 contre une, le combat n'était pas équilibré...
Pendant qu'un des garçons la tenait sur lui, un autre tentait de rentrer par derrière en inondant copieusement *** sexe et l'anus de la jeune fille de sa salive.
Finalement, elle fut prise en double pénétration avec un des deux derniers dans sa bouche et le 4eme lui caressant tout le corps.
Elle jouit longuement quand les deux lui éjaculèrent à l'intérieur, et face à cette jouissance, les deux autres lui éjaculèrent sur le visage, dans les cheveux et sur la poitrine.

Après ces vidéos, et quelques dernières photos prises d'Amélie dans l'état où les mecs l'avaient laissé, Meg lui expliqua tout ce que cette nouvelle situation impliquait :

« Eh ben, on dirait que t'as pris ton pied... Comme tu ne vas pas pouvoir bouger beaucoup d'ici les prochaines minutes, écoute-moi.
Maintenant, tu sais de quoi je suis capable.
Si je te revois une seule fois autour de Max, ça sera bien pire.
De plus, s'il me prend l'envie de faire joujou avec toi, je veux que tu répondes à l'appel dès que je te téléphone, sinon, ces photos vont faire du chemin, c'est moi qui te le dis...
T'as bien compris ? Avale avant de me répondre !
-Mmmmmmmh oui...
-Bien, à bientôt »

Après lui avoir dit cet au revoir peu rassurant, Meg transporta Amélie jusqu'à sa porte d'entrée (les garçons étant partis rapidement), et intima à Amélie de ne pas remettre ses vêtements avant que tout le sperme sur *** corps ait séché et celui à l'intérieur évacué

Ce matin d'hiver, Amélie se préparait à se lever pour traîner un peu sur *** ordinateur et pourquoi pas sortir, malgré le froid, il y a toujours le marché de noël à visiter.
Ces plans, si entraînants soient ils tombèrent à l'eau au moment où *** téléphone ***na.
Un numéro inconnu, elle savait donc déjà ce qui allait se passer...

-Allô ?
-Rejoins moi chez moi habillée sexy a 9h30 précise !

Puis plus rien.
Il était 8h50, en comptant les 20 minutes de trajet, elle avait tout juste le temps de prendre une douche et d'avaler quelque chose.
Amélie choisit une jupe arrivant au genou, un string en satin, un petit débardeur à décolleté, le soutien-gorge allant avec *** bas, et mit un pull et *** manteau long par dessus pour enfin partir dans le blizzard hivernal.
Elle arriva tout juste à l'heure et Meg l'attendait sur le pallier, prête à la punir à la moindre minute de retard.

-C'est bien tu es à l'heure au moins. Montre moi donc ce que tu as mis !
-Ici ? Mais il fait –10° au moins...
-Ce n'était pas une question, dépêche toi avant que je ne te demande d'enlever plus d'habits !

Amélie enleva *** manteau et *** pull pour montrer ses fines jambes et le haut de sa poitrine à la jeune Meg. On voyait par dessous le débardeur les tétons qui commençaient à pointer sous le vent.

-Bon ça ira, rentre et attend moi au salon.

Meg arriva dans le salon accompagné d'un garçon fort peu gâté par la nature.
Amélie le trouva hideux, corpulent (doux euphémisme), pataud, et ses yeux transpiraient la frustration sexuelle et l'envie d'un corps où se glisser.
Il lui fit horreur de suite et elle se mit à craindre la suite des évènements.
En effet Meg fit les présentations et annonça la couleur :

-Amélie, voici Antoine, Antoine, Amélie. Elle sera ta compagne et ta chose pendant 24h.
Amélie, préviens tes parents par message que tu ne rentres que demain matin car tu dors chez une amie.

Ca ne l'enchantait guère de devoir passer une journée et une nuit complète avec ce parfait inconnu, qui plus est peu séduisant. Pourtant, elle savait qu'elle n'avait pas le choix et que tant que Meg avait cette prise sur elle, elle ne pourrait rien refuser et devrait obéir au doigt et à l'œil.

-Bon amusez vous bien, je vais faire un petit tour chez mon chéri moi, je te raconterai si tu veux, esclave.

Puis Meg s'en fut avec un petit rire sadique et agaçant en fermant la porte à clef de l'extérieur.
Amélie ressentit une bouffée de désespoir car elle se rendait soudain compte qu'elle ne pourrait échapper à cet homme, la porte était condamnée et ils étaient enfermés tous les deux dans une mai*** pendant tout ce temps.

-Alors ma jolie, je vois que tu as mis de bien beaux vêtements, tu sais que tu m'excites comme ça ?
-Vous savez, ce n'est pas comme ça qu'on fait lorsqu'on veut exciter une jeune fille... On leur parle gentiment, calmement et poliment.
-Silence, Meg m'a promis un vide-couille pour 24h, à défaut de l'avoir elle, je suis bien content de t'avoir toi !

Ca commençait bien, déjà il est moche, en plus rustre... Quoi de plus gentleman ?

-Fais moi un petit strip chérie, après tout, t'es à moi pendant un bon moment, on peut prendre notre temps non ?
-D'accord... se résigna Amélie dans un soupir.
-On dit « oui mon chéri »
-Oui mon chéri, dit elle cette fois avec un fris*** de dégoût.

Elle commença donc à danser doucement devant *** nouvel apollon.
Ses bretelles de débardeurs glissèrent sur ses délicates épaules, abaissant le décolleté au niveau de la dentelle du soutien-gorge. Elle passa ses doigts fins dans ses cheveux pour ensuite descendre ses mains le long de *** cou, sur sa poitrine tendue en avant, *** ventre plat et finis sur ses hanches ondulantes.
La fermeture de la jupe s'ouvrit et elle tomba à ses pieds.
Amélie enleva ensuite *** débardeur par dessus sa tête en continuant de danser devant *** public qui était déjà à bout.
Elle se retrouva en sous vêtements de satin ondoyant devant un jeune homme immonde qui suait l'excitation.
Elle tenta de dissiper la honte et la rage de devoir exécuter pareille besogne dans la concentration qu'elle y mettait, ce qui ne la rendait que plus désirable.
Ses mains qu'elle avait passé dans *** dos pour dégrafer *** soutien-gorge faisait ressortir sa poitrine magnifiquement et lorsque le rempart de tissu la quitta, ils semblaient fixer Antoine dans les yeux et l'inviter. (Ce qui n'était qu'une impression car Amélie était plus qu'heureuse de gagner du temps sur ce qui suit)
Une fois seulement en string, la tension qui habitait notre fauve était telle qu'il ne put attendre la fin du show d'Amélie pour lui sauter dessus.
Il lui arracha le maigre morceau de satin protégeant *** sanctuaire et la plaqua au sol pour se déshabiller sur elle.
Le fait de l'écraser à l'en étouffer semblant l'exciter encore plus et une fois nu, il la pénétra sans ménagement, ce qui fit pousser à notre infortunée un petit cri de peur, douleur et désespoir.
Il exécuta de grands va et viens à même le plancher du salon sans se soucier un seul instant de ce que subissait la jeune fille qui avait disparu sous lui.
Au bout de peu de minutes, il déchargea en elle et partir se laver sans même la regarder.

Amélie honteuse, souillée, partit vers la salle de bain pour extraire ce qui restait en elle, faisant attention à ne pas en laisser en chemin (Dieu sait ce qu'on lui aurait fait faire si elle en avait mit partout...).
A peine eut elle le temps de se vider l'utérus et la vessie qu'un cri retentissait :

-AMELIE !!!!!!!!