How many times have I witnessed this scene? Her gaze is directed at her Black lover’s face, a look that tells him of her submission to him etched almost painfully on her face. Her look shows many things, a determination to take each inch of his hardness that he is forcing deep inside her body, a craving need to feel the fullness he presents in the form of his fat cock, but mostly her look tells him she is his, his to do with as he pleases even though I stand just feet from them. He can tell that at this moment in time she is his as surely as if he is the man married to her. We all know without it being spoken, that right at this instant even if I begged her to stop that she couldn’t, that the forces building inside her as his manhood forces to her depths prevents her thinking about marriage, love, or the consequences of her actions. No, at this moment his swelling cock is her world, her everything, her reason for living, and all that she loves and cherishes at any other time means nothing and she is as powerless to prevent her total submission as I am as I witness her utter subjugation to the feelings his ebony staff imparts and the all-consuming addiction it imbues.

Again as always my cock strains at my pants, precum wetting my underwear as it oozes from my tip at my excitement as I watch her hips hunching quickly, roughly, into his stallion of a cock, trying vainly to entice his balls to fill her with his seed as she herself nears orgasmic bliss. It is always like this, me mesmerized by her cries and moans of pained pleasure, her pleading for his cock, unable to stop orgasming as he stretches her in places and ways that I never have and will never be able to. And the humiliation as I take my cock out and begin slowly jerking off while he enjoys my wife’s warm body, yes always the humiliation as her horse cocked lover tells her to look at me and my smaller white cock and tell me her pussy is only for his big black dick. Inevitably, after her faltering, torn by her loyalty to me, he rams his long cock to his balls and repeats his demand as he fucks her hard and she screams pleadingly. “No, Please, NO! Don’t make me” and then as her gaze falls on me standing there jacking off, her fingers clenching at his asscheeks as she feels his thick cock stretching her, she realizes that yes, it is true, he is only demanding her to tell the truth at this instant and with her voice quavering with relief and finality she softly exclaims, “Yes, yes, oh god baby my pussy is his baby, only his” and her thighs tighten around him, pulling her pussy up into his hardest thrusts as she begins cumming hard, cumming as he rewards her by fucking her fast, hard and most importantly deep, deep where I have never been and will never go as her eyes tell me of the need she feels for his huge cock. The love I see etched on her face, and the passion in her eyes as she gazes at him makes me throb and my cock feels it will burst as she kisses him, sucking his tongue deep in her mouth as her hips roll quickly, hunching with him as her body expresses her love for the pleasure she feels deep inside her pussy. I watch as their movements become excited, hunching in harmony with their increasing needs. My hands stroke my cock faster and I squeeze harder as her pleasure seems to fill my own body with an increasing need to cum.

I watch her kiss him as he presses deep inside her, hear her moans from deep in her lungs and know her tongue is feverishly entwined with his and she’s sucking at him hotly. Her body moves with the excitement of her craving, lost to the need he instills within her mind and body. Her kiss is her silent way of total submission to his will. This woman, my wife and mother of our children, the same person that once told me of her utter disdain and disgust at the thought of a black man’s touch is sucking hard on his tongue while her hips grind frantically into his forward thrusting movements, her hands pleading for more by the way they clasp and pull at his hunching asscheeks, thighs opening to allow him to claim his rightful treasure, then jerking closed, gripping his body as he penetrates her depths painfully. Her face is strained with her orgasms, her body locked in place as he continues to hammer her deeply, her arms encircling him, holding her body to him tightly as her screams and pleasure filled moans resound in my ears. My cock is pounding as her excruciating pleasure seems to radiate through my own being until that moment when our gazes lock once again and her eyes seem to plead with me to make him stop before she goes insane from the intense pleasure his thick, hard cock is imbuing inside her. But instead of finding relief in my actions her moans turn to screams and her body tenses even tighter as my sperm rockets from my tip to jet towards her face, my hands pumping quickly, sporadically, as I explode from the pleasure his fucking of her, and more importantly her reactions to it, induces into my mind and body.

“Fuck her, Fuck my white slut wife” my mind roars, “Make her beg, make her beg for your huge black cock to cum”, punish her pussy, pound it deep, hurt it, make her scream” my mind silently pleads as I jerk with each new hot expulsion of my seed. I need this, I need to see him punish her pussy and make her love and crave his dick. A part of me hates hearing her passionate sighs and moaning pleas for him to never stop fucking her pussy, my wife’s pussy. But, like her, a larger more dominant part of me craves the debasement of us both by our actions. The humiliation we both feel as he taunts her, using her as I watch his total domination of my wife and soul mate, somehow fuels the fire we both feel inside us. Both of us experience emotions and thoughts that no other act gives us as his ebony staff explores the depths of her body. We are both addicted to this act. I allow my wife to be used like a common slut, a receptacle for any black man’s seed bringing humiliation upon myself while she also is humiliated by the way she is powerless in front of me, her husband, to control her reaction to his powerful fucking of her pussy.

From the first instant her mouth slides over a black man’s cock she is powerless to prevent her utter subjugation to his will. And my own mind sinks to a carnal place where, like her, I find pleasure in them performing any debasement they wish upon her. And once our minds become shrouded with that carnality any black man that wishes to use her may take his place in her body. My dick never fails to harden as I watch a train of black men use her mouth, pussy and ass as their cum dump while she screams her pleasure, begging them to fuck her faster, deeper, harder. She knows I see her love for their huge black cocks and that fact makes her pleasure at feeling their huge cocks stretching her pussy even more intense and thrilling.

My wife is a woman, a woman that proclaims her love only for me but also a woman that has needs of her own, needs that I can never fulfill now that she has felt the fatness and length of a black man’s cock. I have to wonder at times if her love for me is as strong as the craving need she has for black cock now. She is now a black cock craving slut, someone that craves to feel a black cock cumming deep within her pussy, addicted to a feeling that I, her husband, can never provide. I find myself wishing there were more big black cocks here for her to fuck as I watch them. I find her moans of satisfaction and her reaction to his fucking his meaty ebony rod deep inside her till only his balls are visible to me very addicting and pleasureable. Her craving drives him to pound her hard, wanting me to see my wife’s need for his cock and love of his hot seed spewing inside her body. It always hardens their dicks knowing I am a witness to my wife’s love of their dicks, knowing she cannot control the craving their huge black cocks impart to her mind and body even though I’m watching her provoke their cum.

And this man does that superbly as he fucks her for hours, subjugating her every word, action, thought with his steel hard manhood. And she obediently performs his every order, says everything he commands as she craves his cock and the feelings it provides her. He is her world for the time she is with him, his cock is her fountain of life and she drinks of it greedily, never once even extending a hand to me to join them. He fulfills her every desire, sates her growing need for ebony balls to empty themselves in her body.

Often while watching her with the many black men she now fucks I remember when she was faithful to me and me alone. My wife was a woman that couldn’t even think of allowing another man to touch her back then. But that was before our curious lust consumed us both. Yes I remember when my wife never seemed all that crazy about sex, even though she cum repeatedly and enjoyed it immensely when we made love. She seldom initiated it. Maybe that was because I was fucking her every chance I got as she says and I kept her wore out, but anyway she always seemed embarrassed by liking sex. I relate this so you’ll know how different she is today. At that time she would never admit to wanting to fuck anyone else or even me for that matter. She always said size didn’t matter and that I was too big for her and hurt her at times. But sometimes when we were fucking and she was really into it I felt that she needed more but she always denied it when I asked her if she would like a bigger cock in her.

I remember the first time I really realized that my petite wife would enjoy a longer thicker cock than my own. She is only 5’ tall and weighed around 105 lbs. at the time and I always thought my cock at 8 ½ inches was plenty big especially by the way she screamed and yelled as I fucked her hard and deep. But then, one night we were playing around with a new dildo I had purchased online while watching a large cocked black guy pound a small white woman’s pussy in porn we had rented. The dildo was quite a bit larger than I had thought it to be when I ordered it, but I decided to use it on her anyway as I licked her clit.It took some doing and a good bit of lubricant to get it in her, but once the large head was wholly inside her tight pussy and I began licking and sucking her hard swollen clit her hips began moving, fucking the cock. For some reason she seemed to just gush with wetness as I sucked and fucked her with it. I could tell by her movements how much she loved the feelings that coursed through her body and soon she was begging me to fuck her with the dildo harder, deeper. As I forced almost the whole 12 inches into her I thought she would rip but her anguished moans continued to beg me to hurt her pussy, to fuck her harder, harder. She begged me not to stop as my tongue flew around her clit and I held the cock into her with my palm, pressing it into her and relaxing, fucking her with it, pounding her deep, stretching her walls as she gripped my head and hunched frenziedly up into the huge cock.

I could tell that her inhibitions were completely swept away by what she was feeling and I’d never seen her so avidly hunching and fucking as she was right then. She seemed to have just lost all her inhibitions for some reason. Then her thighs began to tense and her ass lifted from the sheets and she cum harder than I’ve ever seen her cum up to that time, a long, intense orgasm that seemed to never stop as she pushed her pussy into the dildo as I held it into her forcefully, allowing her to press her pussy all the way down on it as I sucked hard on her clit. The look that was etched on her contorted face told me she was in total ecstasy, aware only of the sensations flooding her body. At the time I didn’t notice that her eyes were locked on the TV screen the whole time. Her strained words begged me never to stop as each time her hips lowered they quickly tensed and raised again, over and over she cum until spent she collapsed on the bed with a faint embarrassed smile on her face.

I said, “Like that did you?” “Oh yes, loved it”, was her reply as she sheepishly grinned at me. I thought she was embarrassed by the intensity that she felt from the hugeness of that dildo. She had always said that size doesn’t matter but I could see how much she plainly loved the additional girth and length when it was forced into her deeply. In reality she was being sheepish because she thought I knew she was thinking about fucking a black cock and that she had just lost it because of those thoughts and the movie.

It was a few minutes later as we lay there watching these black guys fuck a white girls pussy and ass at the same time that I realized what had contributed to her arousement. I had left the dildo inside her and as we watched I noticed her hand creep down to hold it and she seemed absorbed by the action on the screen. She began slowly moving the dildo inside her, her hips moving in small circles as she felt its girth caressing her walls. I watched as she seemed entranced by the movie, her chest now rising and falling quickly as her other hand began rolling her clit under her fingers. It was easy to tell that in her mind she was putting herself into the position of the girl in the movie and she was feeling a huge black cock fucking her pussy. Soon her hips were hunching hard, her knees raised, feet flat on the bed as she lifted into the probing of her pussy deeply. Her eyes closed and she began fucking her pussy hard, deep, and soon her thighs straightened and she cum again intensely while mouthing the words, “Fuck Me!, Yes, fuck me, aarrggghhhhhhh” I began sucking her nipples and squeezing her breasts and then I said, “Fuck that black cock honey” and she seemed to just explode, her whole body began quivering and shaking uncontrollably from her feet to her head but she continued to force the dildo into her pussy tightly and continued to orgasm fiercely as her head raised and her entire body tensed.
Her eyes opened and met mine for an instant and her expression was pained as if she didn’t stop cumming she would die. I could sense from the pleading look of her eyes that she needed me to understand that she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop cumming, almost apologetic. I pushed the dildo into her and told her to shut her eyes and think of fucking a big black cock while I told her how hot it was making me watching him fuck his huge dick into her pussy. Her hips began instantly hunching and rolling, fucking up to the cock, pressing herself into it hard and deeply as she fucked it. I could hear her juices squishing and knew that she was flowing with wetness as she again tensed, this time her entire body lifted, tensing, her muscles straining and her back arching almost C shaped as she cum repeatedly, spasms coursing through her for many minutes before she lay sporadically shaking as her ardor subsided. She quivered for long minutes afterwards as I talked to her about her possibly wanting to fuck a black man, to feel herself cumming on a long thick black cock and to feel it shooting hot cum into her pussy.

At first she denied it, until I assured her it didn’t bother me and in fact it kind of turned me on thinking of her cumming like she just had while a black guy was fucking her. She finally admitted that she did get turned on thinking about it but knew that she couldn’t ever really do it. That admission made my cock throb with excitement for some reason. The thought of my wife hunching her tight pussy into a huge black cock, wanting it in her pussy, trying to make it cum, just made me so aroused I was ashamed by it. I worried that she would think I didn’t love her because that thought excited me so much. Needless to say we rented many more movies showing big cocked black men fucking white women until it became the only kind we enjoyed.

Months later we had both become accustomed to the others desires concerning black cock fucking her and we openly discussed it. Almost every time we made love I would instruct her to close her eyes and imagine a black man fucking her as I watched, and I talked to her as if I was watching her hunch her pussy into a black dick. I could feel her increased wetness and her avid hunching each time we did that and the more intense way she’d cum while enjoying her fantasy. Soon, all our lovemaking included fantasies of her fucking a black man to some extent. It was evident to her by the way I would harden and by my increased excitement that I did enjoy thinking of her fucking a black man. She would fuck herself with the large dildo while telling me what her black lover was doing to her and how much she loved his cock and I would cum as I watched her and I would tell her how excited I was watching as he fucked her, how it made my cock hard watching her suck his cock and balls and then fuck him so eagerly and she’d cum very intensely.

After months of fantasizing like that we began to talk about her actually fucking a black man, how we could find one to fuck her just so she could fulfill her fantasy. We talked about her reluctance to being touched by a black man and how it revolted her to think of it. In her mind she was excited about feeling a huge black cock in her pussy pounding her deep but it was as if she wanted it to be detached from the person. She didn’t want to admit that the thought of being used by a Black man, made to do his will really excited her and made her pussy drip with wetness. At that time she said that the thought of kissing a black man revolted her also but in reality she longed to be forced to do it even though she couldn’t admit it even to herself. A part of her still didn’t believe that I really wanted her to fulfill that fantasy of fucking a black guy. She was still afraid I wouldn’t respect her or love her anymore if she opened her thighs to another lover.

The openness of our conversations and the admission of our desires soon had us exploring other fantasies of hers such as being with a woman, tasting her, making love to her. She revealed to me that she wanted to watch me with another woman, see the woman suck me to completion and watch as I performed oral on her etc. In my mind I figured she was saying that because she felt guilty at my knowing how badly she wanted to feel a black man fucking her. I could tell that a part of her was crying out to feel a black man buried to his balls in her pussy but another part of her feared losing what we had together. It was impossible for her to hide the fact that she craved to feel a black cock in her because of the way she literally flowed with wetness at the thought and and how intensely she cum while fucking her large dildo thinking of a black man filling her so fully as I watched.

On a night early in January of 2003 while watching a porn of a white woman enjoying black cock in her ass and pussy simultaneously she became quite excited. Aroused even more than usual she began fucking herself with her dildo hard and deep, her chest visibly rising and falling with each hurried breath and her eyes locked to the screen intently. It was then that I asked her if she wanted to do that and her reply was, “Oh god yes, I need that so badly, I’m sorry honey but I do want that! I need a black dick to fuck me just once! Damn I’m so hot….ohhhhh I’m cumminggggggg”. And she began cumming so hard I thought she’d die before she stopped. The look in her eyes was like she knew her words were going to end our marriage but she couldn’t help herself. Her eyes pleaded with me to understand how she felt, to understand the intensity of the craving need she felt and how she couldn’t control herself when under the spell of her thoughts. At that time I couldn’t realize just how a black cock would free her of her inhibitions and turn my loving wife into a slut for black cock. All I knew was that for some reason my cock was throbbing so hard I felt it would burst at the knowledge that my wife not only wanted to fuck black dicks but even called it a need and the mere thought of it sent spasms of intense orgasms coursing through her. And when she saw me stroking my engorged cock and realized that instead of being hurt or mad I was excited at her admission she began orgasming even more intensely. I couldn’t stop myself if I had wanted to and began spewing my seed all over her upper body as she tensed.

It was at that moment I decided that I was going to see that her fantasy became real. The admission of her need seemed to ignite something in us both, something that had to be sated and could no longer be ignored. As we kissed after our orgasms I believe we both knew that we were closer after her admission than we had been before it. And I think it was then that she fully realized that it did turn me on to think of her with a black man between her thighs and that our relationship would never be threatened by it. Her birthday was coming up and I had decided that I really wanted to watch her with a black guy, not just fantasy about it but really watch as he pounded his cum deep inside her. I knew she would love it and I wanted to see her cumming her ass off for her birthday.

It was about then that I discovered a swingers site online and paid for a lifetime membership after seeing all the black cock profiles on the site. Inside me I knew that once she fucked a black cock she would want more and the site seemed to offer an unlimited supply. Soon I was talking to a guy from California online that was staying in our city for awhile. He had seen our profile with her pics on it that I had posted and he wanted to fuck her. He said he had almost a foot of extremely thick dick and could fuck all night.

I explained about her birthday coming up and that he was to be her present and I wanted someone that could fill her up and pound her for a few hours. I wanted her to be fucked really good by a big black cock while I taped and took pics of the occasion. I couldn’t even talk about it without my dick throbbing and hardening. I knew she didn’t believe that I really wanted her to do it down deep but I knew that it made me really hard thinking of her moaning and screaming while some big cocked black man was pressing his dick deep into her and making her love it.

So finally after talking for a few days I called the guy, Darnell, and we talked it over and I arranged for him to be in a motel room the night of her birthday that adjoined our room. I had told her we were going dancing and then to a motel for some fun without the kids being there so she could just let loose.

The night came off without a hitch and soon she said she was ready to go to the room so we drove to the motel. We were entering the room when just inside the door she stopped, looked around, looked in the bathroom and kind of disappointedly said, “I thought for some reason that you were going to have somebody else here tonight”. I said, “No, this is for us to enjoy all alone, are you disappointed that I didn’t”? She replied, “No, I was really nervous cause I didn’t know if I could go through with anything, but as many drinks as I’ve had it WAS sounding better to me though. “Oh well”, I said as I took her in my arms and kissed her. She just melted against me and her tongue was soon entangled with mine and her hands were undoing my pants eagerly and I could tell how much she wanted to be fucked. I helped her undress and took my clothes off as she lay down on the bed.

After removing my clothes I smiled at her and said, ”I want this to be something different” and began pulling a suitcase from beneath the bed that I had placed there earlier that day. I removed some restraints and a blindfold and said, “Remember you saying you’d like to be blindfolded and tied up and teased, well honey, guess what?” Her only reply was to lay spread-eagled on the bed and say, “Oboy”, with a big smile on her face. I tied her wrists to the headboard and then I tied each leg at her knees to the headboard also, leaving her with her knees bent and pulled somewhat to her chest, her thighs spread and open and then placed the blindfold on her and made sure she couldn’t see down under it at all.

I began kissing along her soft inner thighs, licking and tasting her, biting her softly all around her mound until her hips started writhing and then I said, “I think you need a little vibration dear” and I got up and went to the adjoining door and quietly opened it before getting the vibrator from the bag and returning to her. I played around with her until she was moaning, rubbing her clit softly with the vibrator, licking her gently until she was begging to be fucked and then I said, “No, I think I’ll let you lay there while I beat off and watch you while you beg me to make you cum. I then arose and Darnell and I stood there watching her writhe and moan. I could see by the way Darnell was absent mindedly stroking his black dick that he wanted my wife’s pussy!

My heart was pounding. Here I stood with a nude black man looking at my bound, nude wife of 18 yrs as she begged to be fucked. I felt very anxious, nervous and my cock was aching and throbbing as I ran my hand along it. My glance dropped to his cock and I was awed, I couldn’t take my eyes from it, he was huge and thick and it wasn’t even all the way hard yet. I knew right then she was going to love him and thoughts entered my mind about if she would still love me after being fucked by his cock. I wanted to say “No! I can’t go through with this”, I loved my wife and I really feared losing her to him if she ever felt his cock inside her. Something inside me told me she was going to love this fucking and never forget this night.

The sight of his cock, the sheer size of it had me mesmerized and I knew deep inside me I had to allow him to fuck her, I couldn’t spend the rest of my life wondering how it might have been and I motioned for him to proceed. My heart was heavy as I watched him lay between her opened thighs. I watched as he lowered his face to her pussy, the first man to touch her since before we married, his blackness contrasting so much against her white skin and my cock hardened even more. He began licking her clit, tonguing her pussy, taking her to the brink of orgasm and then stopping, kissing her breasts, licking her nipples as she pulled at her restraints, wanting to grasp his head and pull him to her need but unable to, all she could do was moan and beg to be fucked. Her chest was rising and falling quickly with her hurried breathing, her hips rolling in circles, hunching, thighs trying to close on his head as her arousement soared to new higher heights of despair, moaning, pleading for him to make her cum while thinking it was me. My cock was oozing precum as I smeared it over my glans, already wanting to cum but holding back because of the pleasure I felt.

He sucked at her clit a minute causing her to beg and plead for me to fuck her hard and then he rose to his knees and with a glance at me for a final approval and my wife’s juices gleaming on his ebony face around his toothy grin he began running his cockhead along her slit, smearing her profuse wetness over his glans before positioning it at her entrance and starting to press into her. OH GOD!, she screamed, It feels so big like this, oh damn, oh damn, it hurts, IT HURTS, DON’T, DON’T STOP, OH DAMN I LOVE IT! as he pushed deeper into her. Soon he was fucking In and out of her pussy shallowly, smoothly as she screamed her pleasure, body hunching up to his thrusts, pressing into his cockhead. I had never seen her craving a cock so much as she begged for him to “Give it to me, ALL OF IT, HARD! HARDER!!” “Oh god it’s never felt this good before…I feel so full!!” “OH BABY you feel bigger than my dildo even…fuckme…FUCKME!…DON’T STOP…PLEASE FUCKIT HARD…..AAAIIEEEEEEEE.CUMMINGGGGGG”

My cock jerked around and throbbed, begging for release as I watched her reaction to his huge cock. I wanted her to know she was fucking a black man, that she actually had a huge black cock filling her. It was important to me for her to know she was cumming on his dick so it was then, as she was begging for more cock and cumming hard that I rose and removed the blindfold and she saw him between her thighs, “No, No”, she yelled, “oh god no”, and she had a look in her eyes as she looked up at me like she couldn’t believe I was allowing this but her body still tensed, hips hunching sporadically, tensing harder than I’d ever seen her cum before. I could see a look of betrayal in her eyes and hear her pleas for me to stop him, but I couldn’t say a word as I watched him stroking deeper and deeper into her. Then her eyes closed and a low carnally passionate moan escaped her lips and I could tell she loved the sensations his huge cock was imparting to her body. I could see her resolve and inhibitions slowly waning as he thrust more and more of his steel hard dick into her pussy.

My dick had never been harder or I more excited than at that moment. My cock jerked as I watched him stretch and spread her, opening her deeper and wider than any man ever had as her moans filled my ears and I knew she was loving the sensations she felt.. I knew it was a moan of awed pleasure at his stretching her open but her quick exhaling of breath as he thrust deep into her, scared him and he started to back away. Quickly she screamed, “No,No, don’t stop!” Even now she was under the influence of his cock as she stared down at his black hugeness between her thighs and immediately begged him not to stop, saying, “Oh damn don’t stop, I love it”, “Fuck me!”. Her words brought an even quicker reaction as she realized she was begging a black man to fuck her with me standing right there. She quickly glanced at my face, a look of guilt etched on her own, and started to mouth an apology to me but his quick thrust into her pussy snapped her head forward and riveted her attention on her mound.

Soon, as her hips hunched up into his big cock her look was as if she was begging my forgiveness for the way she couldn’t help but enjoy his fucking her.. I could tell she was totally absorbed in the feelings he was causing inside her, her hips hunched feverishly as she pulled at her restraints, her eyes on his body, his black body as she lifted her head to look down at his cock, of which he still had almost half left to fuck into her. Seeing his huge dick while feeling him fucking her seemed to just ignite her fires and she closed her eyes and began saying, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Fuck me with that big black dick…aarrrghhhhgoddddd”.

She screamed as he began to fill her with his thick meat, her eyes were open wide in amazement as he continued to fuck his pole deeper and deeper into her until she began cumming again, her whole body shook and trembled, her head tossed around wildly and she kept begging him not to stop, not ever to stop, to fuck her harder, faster, “don’t stop, PLEASE don’t stop she pleaded”. At one point she screamed she’d never felt a dick so big and good as his was, and then as if remembering I was there her eyes found mine and silently screamed for forgiveness but the next second he thrust hard into her and while looking straight into my eyes she said “Oh damn fuck me, I love your dick, oh god I want to feel it all, fuck me, please, don’t ever stop, fuck meforeveriiieeeeeooouuuuuaaarrrggghhhhhOOOHHHHHHGGODDDD”

I walked over and untied one hand and placed my cock in it and she looked up at me and I smiled to let her know I understood and she began cumming harder, even more intensely as he fucked her hard and deeply, pounding his cock into her, the sound of his body meeting hers making a slapping sound as he stretched her pussy and she begged him to hurt her to fuck her pussy harder, even harder, her cumming intensifying till she screamed, “OH GOD I CAN”T STOP!….. OH GOD I LOVE IT!….. DON”T STOP!……. PLEASE DON”T STOP…DAMN BABY HIS DICK IS SOOO MUCH BIGGER THAN YOURS!!” and let go of me to grasp him. I untied all her restraints and she seemed to melt into him her hips hunching hard into his most fierce thrusts, her thighs over his, pulling herself up to his cock as he fucked her.

At first you could tell she had inhibitions about touching him. Her thighs pulled him in tightly but every time she started to grasp his body, her hands would falter in the air, closing into white knuckled fists before gripping the sheets tightly as she hunched forcefully into his deep thrusts. Soon, as he pressed his stiff dick into her pussy in one hard continuous grinding, her inhibitions to touching him fled. Her body trembled and shook avidly and her moans sounded anguished as he bgan hunching hard, harder into her deepest resistance. After a few more trembling orgasms her hands reached down and clasped his ass cheeks tightly, pulling him into her, begging him to fuck her, to cum in her pussy; crying out how she wanted to feel him cum in her pussy. I remember seeing her white hand against his dark asscheek, fingers digging deeply into his skin and her wedding rings shining brightly, my wife’s rings, given to a woman that vowed to love only me. And now that same woman is begging a black man to spew his hot seed deeply into her body as I watch, me having to masturbate, as his black cock is clasped tightly by my wife’s flooding, wildly hunching pussy..

Lifting up he rolled her over and placed her on her hands and knees and placed his cock at her entrance as she pushed back into him begging, “put it back, fuck me, don’t stop, give it to me”, begging for his dick like she’d never begged me before and for some reason it made me so hot knowing how into his fucking she was, my own cock throbbed and I stroked it as I realized that she craved his dick, she didn’t ever want him to take it from her. Right then he rammed his cock into her pussy like a spear, thrust it in to his nuts in one hard thrust and she screamed, her head shot up, her mouth was open but no sound came forth, her eyes were open wide, awed at his hugeness and excruciating pain etched on her face. But, when her breath returned she reached back and began pulling him into her crying “YES, OH DAMN YES, DO IT….FUCK….IT…..HURT…HURT….OH BABY FUCK IT HARD, HURT ME, I’M CUMMMIIINNNNGGGGGG Oh damn……it just don’t stop……better…and better……oohhhhaaarrgghhIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” and she began pushing and pulling her pussy along his cock, fucking him hard; ramming back onto his gargantuan length of meat as he just held it there.

I swear it was as if she was possessed, unable to comprehend any thought while under the spell of the intense pleasure flooding her mind and encapsulating her body. With each rearward thrust of her hips a look of intense pain grimaced her face. Pressing into his glans caused loud gasps to escape her lips but she couldn’t stop stretching her pussy with his gargantuan length. She craved his cum pushing him to her depths painfully as she reveled in the burning pleasure his throbbing glans presented her. His hard hunching as she held her pussy to him had her begging him to cum in her there; moaning her delight as he said, “Not until you have all dis black dick in dat pussy slut”! She put her hands against the headboard and pushed hard into him. I could tell she loved the feeling as her walls clutched him and slid along his thick shaft by the passionate grunts and moans that accompanied each of her rear thrusting motions.

The sight of his cock fucking her was so very exciting to me. Her pussy gripped his fat girth as she fucked it, distending her pussy, filling her as no man ever had in her life. The way her vulva was reduced to a thin red line that gripped him tightly as she withdrew him was evidence of his thick girth. Her loud moans expressed the obvious pleasure she felt as she stretched her pussy painfully. Each forceful thrust back into his stiffened dick caused him to penetrate her deeply, evoking loud animalistic grunts and moans to escape her lips. His fat dick caressing each inch of moist swollen flesh within her had her lost to the sensations flooding her mind and body. Seeing the woman I love expressing so much love for what he gave her, not only by her actions but with her words as she fucked him uncontrollably; filled me with emotions and doubts of my causing her this pleasure. She had never clenched my dick as she did his with her pussy, obviously feeling him, squeezing his girth and moaning at the fullness she felt pressuring her walls. Her excitement drove my own as I grabbed her hair and pulled her to her hands and knees and positioned myself so I could fuck her mouth while he rammed to his balls in her pussy.

My actions caused the flames within her to flare even hotter and she began sucking my cock frenziedly, like she wanted to eat my cum. She sucked me like she’d never in 18 years sucked me. Her mouth flew up and down my knob and pushed me into her throat as her moans expressed her excitement. My cock was in her throat when she started cumming, screaming, her words bubbling around my dick, choking her as he began fucking her hard and fast and I knew she was feeling him swell in preparation to cumming. I fucked her a few more strokes and shot my load- onto her tongue as she greedily sucked me. My legs seemed to give out as she sucked me, bending me at the waist the thrills she gave me were so intense and she was still tensing. Seeing him fucking his black dick into her so fiercely had my balls pumping load after load into her moaning mouth. When he rammed into her so hard he lifted her ass up and her knees left the bed she jerked from me and screamed, “DOIT OH GOD CUMBABY I FEEL IT YES! YES!” and she pressed back into him for a second and then her eyes got wide and she looked like she was being tortured and she screamed out stutteringly “TOO MUCH!….. OH NO, OH….GOD…. IT… HURTS, YES, YES DON’T STOP, FILL IT…FILL IT BABY….I FEEL IT….SOOO HOT OOOHHHHHH” and then her body began shaking, an uncontrollable trembling that coursed through her whole being as each hard thrust to her depths intensified the pleasure that gripped her entirely.

I thought he’d take a break but instead he began fucking her fast and hard while his dick was swollen from cumming and she went crazy. He grabbed her by the hair and held her as he fucked her, bottomed his cock in her pussy and just hunched hard into her, pounding her clit with his ballsac as he hunched and she couldn’t stop cumming, her head was floundering in his grasp her eyes on me as her body shook with delight as she came over and over. He grasped her by her shoulders and really began fucking her in long hard strokes then and she moaned aloud, “oh damn Jack, thank you baby thank you for letting me fuck him, oh god baby I love his dick I love black cock baby, god he’s so big, I’m so full baby, oh no, oh god, I can’t stop cumming on his dick baby.” I then went over beside her and said, “It makes me want to cum every time you push your pussy back on his dick honey”! She just looked me in the eyes and I could see the heat boiling inside her as her hips began ramming back into his thrusts, hunching and fucking him even harder than before, My cum still dripped from her chin but she didn’t care, all she seemed to care about was feeling his cock fucking her.

He’d fuck her smoothly for awhile and she would moan and hunch with him, Soon as he took long fast strokes from his tip to his balls you could see the fires beginning to burn in her and she’d moan loudly and begin pushing back into him fast and hard, matching him thrust for thrust. Her hands clenched the covers as she pressed against them to apply more pressure to his cock and she started cumming with a look on her face like she was dying it was so intense. It was at these times my dick throbbed, jerked and I knew if I moved my hand on it I would cum immediately. Why does hearing my wife, my soulmate pleading for another man’s cum excite me so intensely I wondered as she continued to beg him not to stop, to fuck her harder, to cum in her white pussy! When he held her hips and pulled her into his pounding she’d scream at the top of her lungs and just go crazy fucking back into him as he smacked her ass and commanded her to “fuck dat dick! Don’t you stop slut, fuck dat dick good!” and his words seemed to drive her into a crazed frenzy.

The craving she felt for his cock seemed to instill a need to please him in any way possible. She seemed driven to obey him and fuck his big cock, to give him the same pleasure he gave her. She’d drive back onto him until she cum so intensely she couldn’t move, just press back into him as he hunched hard into her spasming pussy. Her hands flailed wildly as she tried to escape his punishing thrusts until he pressed fully into her pussy and ground his cock into her forcefully and then she’d reach back and grab his thigh and pull at him, her body shaking violently, Her screams became high in frequency, unable to voice a word just a jumbled mouthing of sounds, moans and YES!, oh god YES! He pushed her down on the bed and straddled her thighs, his dick still embedded deeply in her swollen wet flesh as her hips rotate, hunching up into his impaling meat. I watched him pound his long cock deep inside her as her head flailed wildly. Her back arched as she presented her pussy for his pleasure. She held her pussy to his most hurtful thrusts even as tears began flowing down her cheeks; but still she begged him not to stop, to fuck her hard with his big black dick!

He glanced at me and said, “Damn Jack, look at ya slut man. I ain’t never seen no married woman fuck a nigga dick like she is, especially with you standing right there. She drowning dis dick with wifely cum man.” And then to her, “Yeah baby you fuck dat dick, show your man how much you need dis nigga cum in his slut’s pussy; dat’s right you my wife now and his slut, I own dis pussy. Tell Jack who’s pussy dis is baby, tell him dis is black owned pussy now! I could see the distress showing in her eyes as the inner turmoil of saying something she thought would hurt me conflicted with the truth as she felt it as he continued his punishing assault on her senses. Instead she moaned and cried out how long she had craved to be fucked like this, how she’d never felt anything so wonderful as his cock did! “Dat ain’t what I tole ya to say woman” he admonished her as he became motionless. “I tole ya to tell him who’s pussy dis is, your MY wife now cause iff’n you ain’t I gotta leave cause I shouldn’t be fuckin no man’s wife wit dis big dick!” I watched as her ass increased its hunching, rolling and heard her pleading for him to fuck her, not to stop. I heard the need in her voice, desperate for him to continue, as she stared deep in my eyes as she tried to communicate her plight, looking for some glimmer of understanding as she knew what she had to do even though she chanced losing my love. No, no, please don’t make me she moaned in a last attempt to get him to relent. He began withdrawing his cock and her gaze darted to me quickly as she blurted out, Its yours, my pussy is yours, FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME! Fuck your pussy baby, fuck it hard, hurt it, show Jack how I need it! Don’t stop, PEASE don’t stop!

He did, I could tell by his smile as he fucked her while gazing at me that he knew she was his; his cock was her world now and I couldn’t interfere with her pleasure. My heart felt heavy with a trepidation of how this act was going to affect our lives, our love for each other. He fucked her with a vengeance driving his dick into her pussy deep and hard her hands flailing, knees bent, ankles pushing up against his ass. Her fingers gripped the edge of the bed, knuckles white she was gripping so hard as he punished her pussy but she loved it, begged him not to ever stop, pleaded with him to give her all of it, to ram it in her hard, begged him to hurt her pussy, to fuck her forever. He’d fuck her till she was cumming and then ask her who’s pussy it was and when she didn’t answer and turned her head to look at me almost in tears, her eyes begging me to understand, he began fucking her as hard as he could and asked again, “who’s pussy is it” she could only look me in the eyes and say “YOURS, OH GOD MY PUSSY’S YOURS FUCK IT, FUCK ME, PLEASE DON’T STOP, FUCK YOUR PUSSY BABY!! And she’d push her ass up so hard she’d lift him off the bed while he pummeled her deep and hard, her fists clenching the sheets and a look on her face like she would die if it didn’t stop.

Then her eyes would grow wide and she’d push with her hands, holding herself while he pressed into her and she’d be moaning, “yes, do it, cum in your pussy baby, I want your dick to cum, oh god yes, YES, oh damn and her hand slapped back against his thigh and she shrieked as he drove his cum deep inside her, groaning, telling her to, “ fuck my dick slut, milk it, that’s it, your man don’t cum like this does he?” and she screamed, “NO, NO!, he’s never fucked me this good, I love you fucking my pussy, cum baby that’s it don’t stop, give me all of it baby, ohhhhhhhhh damnnnnnn I lovEEEEEEITTT” and her hands were being held up in front of her and her thighs were squeezed together tight on his cock, her mouth open, eyes wide open and trembling all over as he lifted her hips with his hands and drove into her deeply, fucking her like a rag doll, pulling her pussy to and fro on his dick as he fucked her harder than I’ve ever seen anyone fucked.

Seeing his muscular body moving, his cock huge with his arousement, stiff and threatening as he withdrew to the tip and then ramming it back in her to his nuts had my breathing hurried, deep, as her moans and gasps told of her love of what he gave her. He would impale her forcefully, penetrating her body to a depth never felt by her before, stretching her pussy while grinding it in deep. He hunched hard as he held her to it, fucking her mind as well as her body as she felt the power in his grip. She knew the meaning of manhood as he used her violently, deeply. She loved it so much she just hung there, her ass off the bed, not kneeling but being held up by his cock and his hands, as he pummeled her roughly. The look on her face could only be described as pure unadulterated bliss.

Both her hands were held back on his hands, holding them as he held her hips, her face turned sideways on the bed and she just submitted to his desires, just lay there cumming over and over as he continued to fuck her until he flipped her on her back and began eating her pussy until her ass rose from the bed, cumming so hard she just shook and shook, moaning, “oh god, oh god, no more, no more” and he put a finger in her ass and she began cumming again as he sucked her clit hard, both hands holding his head as she cum for what seemed five minutes until she flung her upper body to the sheets and he again placed his still hard cock in her pussy again. His cockhead was as big as an orange, a big orange, and his shaft was almost as thick and just watching it disappear into her pussy, hearing the love and satisfaction in her moans as he pushed ever deeper, seeing her body moving of it’s own volition, her unable to restrain herself, her inhibitions totally gone as she fucked up into his thrusts, her heels pulling her up to his thrusts, both their bodies moving in unison, fucking as if they had been lovers for years. Her arms reached up to him, pulling him down onto her and then, her submission complete, her lips find his and she kisses him deeply. Her hips move quicker as her actions dawn in her mind and she realizes she is doing something she had always said she couldn’t, and he fucked her, fucked her deeply as they kissed. It felt as if her pleasure was permeating my own body, filling me with a passion, a newfound realization of how deeply I was affected by her love of fucking this man. Her moans welled in her throat, muffled by their tongues entwining as she felt him pressed deeply into her. Her hands squeezed his body, nails digging into his skin as the intensity of her orgasm continuously increased until her hands were on her ankles pulling his ass into her as her heels were placed on each of his asscheeks, as she strained to feel each wonderful inch of his rock hard cock forced into her.

It was incredibly hot seeing the hunger his cock instilled in her, hearing the desperation in her moans as she sought to entice his dick to spew hotly within her. I stroked my dick quickly as spasms raced through her, causing her body to tremble as he increased the speed and force of his thrusting until she was screaming for him to fuck her. Her voice filled with incredulous awe as he continued to fuck her, begging him to fuck her everyday, forever, telling him her pussy was his whenever he wanted it, to just call, that she’d do anything he wanted her to.

And when he said he might make her fuck all his friends, that he’d let them gang-bang her she just seemed to ignite, begging him to fuck her hard, getting hotter and hotter with each of his words, hunching her pussy into his dick while saying, “yes, yes, I’ll fuck them all baby, anything, just fuck me, fuck me, make me cum, please make me cum on your big dick…….oh god yes make me fuck them all baby…make me suck the cum out of their cocks while Jack watches…….fuck me baby….fuck me while Jack watches me cum on your big dick….oh damn yeah….I like cumming on your dick while Jack sees me….I love it…oh god I’m cumming…fuck me, do it…DO IT!…Oh Jack….watch me baby watch me cum on his big dick …..aaaaaeeeeiiiiiiioouuuu…….oh damn I’m glad you got him to fuck me…aarrrrggghhhhhhhhaaaargggghhhgodddddd.he’s so damned good….god I’m sorry Jack but I’ve never cum this good before….I love his dick baby….watch me baby..ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhshitttttttttttttttt…you were right Jack…..I love Black cock….YES I LOVE HIS COCK LOVE IT do it! do it! oh damn baby it just keeps gettin better and bigger and bigger YES, YES, CUM OH GOD BABY I LOVE HIM TO CUM IN MY PUSSY, oh damn, oh damn, yessssssiiiieieeeeeeee! She grabbed the headboard as his ass pushed forward and I knew by the look on her face that he was swollen huge inside her as he forced it all as deep as possible to unload- his scalding jism right where she begged him to. I could see the various stages of pain, awe, and wonderful pleasure etched on her face as she cum. It amazed me how she could absorb the jarring force he exerted when he rammed his swollen stiff dick sporadically into her gripping pussy. As each forceful expulsion of his scalding cum jets from his tip she moans passionately; hips rolling, hunching against his tip as she feels his lava like cum spreading its heat through her pussy. Her face was veiled with a passionate look that I knew was caused by the love of each hot spewing within her, a veritable flood of pleasure that of itself would addict any woman to its feel. That feeling instills a frenzied excitement that causes an insanity in her mind and a deep satisfaction in her soul. She told me later she’d never felt so womanly as when she coerced his fat cock to spew in her pussy.

Suddenly he withdraws from her pussy and rises to straddle her waist. Placing his swollen huge glans at her mouth he orders her to suck it and she greedily takes his cum covered glans into her wide-open mouth. I was shocked as she always made me wipe it off first. Her head twisted and worked on his cock-head as if she wanted to devour it, as if she adored it, it was her god. Her eyes kept glancing up at his face as if to ascertain she was pleasing him. Then he pushed her head against the headboard and began fucking her mouth as she choked and gasped. His hand entwined in her hair as he fucked in and out of her mouth. I could see her arousement soaring as he used her, fucking her as he would a common slut with no concern for her needs or desires. I remembered her telling me of her fantasy of a black man forcing her to suck his dick and cumming in her mouth and knew she was living that in her mind. He forcefully fucked her mouth and as an acknowledgement of my thoughts she loved it, sucked at his cock, choked, tried to move her head up and down but he controlled her movements as he fucked her.

My cock was as hard as a rock at the sight of him using my wife, my soulmate, as his fuck slut and seeing her so eagerly trying to please him was for some reason so damn hot to me. His long cock so hugely thick and black fucking into her white face, tears in her eyes but still mouthing his cock, her moans very evident as she mumbled them around his swollen dick and her arousement evidenced by her hand swiftly rolling her clit, fingers probing her now splayed pussy, coating them with her juices. And when she would grab his cock with her moist hand he’d tell her to suck that pussy juice off his dick and she’d lick and suck all over his shaft and balls very energetically until he’d begin fucking her mouth again. And when finally he cum again he ordered her to open her mouth and he shot a tremendous load- onto her tongue and then forced his cockhead into her throat and ordered her to suck it and I blew a nut right then cause she has never been able to swallow cum, it made her sick and this was the second time she did it. Seeing his cum leaking out of her mouth as he fucked it and knowing he was shooting more cum into her and she was greedily sucking and swallowing as much as possible had my cock erupting over and over and when her eyes fell on me and saw me cumming she jerked her head away and screamed,”FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW!”

He smiled and looked at me to see my reaction to the way he had fucked my wife’s face and the way she had greedily ate his jism as he dropped down and rammed his dick in her and began fucking her hard and fast saying,”Your slut and my wife is a true black cock slut now Jack, you know that don’t you fella? Look how she loves the way my dick makes her cum!” Her eyes never left me and my dick was still feeling good and I just continued to stroke it, moved closer to her so she could watch and then placed her hand on my cum coated rod and she began cumming, going really crazy on his dick, demanding him to fuck her as hard as he could and he did, every stroke of his dick moved her whole body, lifted her, and she cum intensely for what seemed forever until she raised up and began sucking me, I mean sucking hard on my dick while her moans bubbled up from her lungs and he continued to fuck her hard. She squeezed me hard so as not to lose her grasp on me as he fucked her and used her tongue and soon I was so hot I felt more cum shooting up my shaft as she actually sucked it from me. My hands found her head and I began fucking her mouth as he had and she screamed around my cock and both her hands grasped his body and she began hunching into his dick as I fucked her mouth and I believe she had the best cum of her life right then as we fucked both ends of her forcibly.

Drained I let loose of her head and she licked the cum from her lips and it seemed to cause her pussy to thrill or something because she pulled him down and kissed him with our cum smeared on her face, he resisted at first but when she forcefully pulled herself up to his face and kissed him he seemed to relent and kissed her and soon he was hammering his cum into her again as she gazed at me and I could tell that she was blackened for life by the way she pulled him to her as he cum and tensed herself as the first of his eruptions was felt deep in her sloppy pussy. But something in the way she looked at me, her eyes conveyed so much love for me, and even though she was cumming better than I could ever make her on a dick bigger than I would ever have I knew for positive that we were still soul mates. How could I compete with this bull stud of a man? He has fucked her for hours, cum more times than I can count and his dick is still hard and swollen as he fucks her through her umpteenth orgasm!

They took a short break, which meant he stopped fucking her and she mouthed his dick as he and I conversed. She couldn’t get enough of his dick, couldn’t leave it alone and watching her, the way she sucked at his dick made my cock unbelievably harden and throb. He lay there as she mounted him and began fucking his cock. I watched my slut, the mother of my children work her pussy on his cock as we talked. She fucked her pussy up and down his dick feverishly. I watched his meaty rod appearing and disappearing as she rose and fell on it, her moans getting quicker and louder as she drove him in her pussy to his balls. How could seeing her, supposedly my wife, so avidly craving his black dick excite me so much I wondered? But seeing her hunching wildly down into his cock, unaware and uncaring if I was even there, using his dick like a big dildo to make herself cum over and over as he continued to speak with me had me near cumming. My own dick, not graced by her swollen wet walls was becoming sore from my continual stroking of it. My wife, or to be truthful his wife, was literally unable to control her need to cum on his dick with or without his help.

I’d never seen a woman crave a dick like my loving wife craved his. She seemed oblivious to anything but his cock as she hunched her clit against his body and cum so hard her thighs straightened beside him. And when he slapped her ass hard making a loud slapping sound resound through the room and ordered her, “Make dat dick cum slut”, she began furiously fucking his dick as she cum, her screams and moans now filled with desperate need. He then looked at me and said, Jack your slut loves my dick, watch her fuck it man, she can’t stop cumming on it, damn her pussy feels so tight on my dick. You ever see her crave your dick like this, man your white slut is a black man’s cum dump now, you know that don’t you!” I knew he was right as I watched her hunching furiously into his dick, her hips grinding into it hard every time he’d slap her ass and say, “cum on my dick, let your white man see how much you love my big black dick” and she would, her hips would begin lifting and slamming back down on his dick, she’d lift till just his tip was in her pussy and then ram back to his balls as her head shook side to side and she screamed her pleasure as she hurt her pussy with his dick until she was cumming hard, grinding into him as she cum repeatedly, unable to stop fucking his black dick! Tell Jack here how often you need some black cock Connie, tell him baby! Oh God I want it every second, I could never get enough of this. Damn I never dreamed a dick could make me feel like this. I want you to move in with us and fuck me every day, all day. Have your friends come over and fuck me, your Black friends. You don’t care do you Jack, he can fuck me in our bed can’t he baby? He can be my sex husband and you can do the rest…..ohhh god I’m cummin…..cummin….want all those big black dicks cummin in me….aaaiiiiEEEEEEEEEEE!!

He continued to fuck her for another two and a half hours and she enjoyed every second as much as the first moment he entered her. I’ve never seen her crave a man’s cock like she did his. That’s the only way to say it, she craved it, wanted it in her pussy every second, wanted to feel her pussy cumming on it forever and would do anything it took to accomplish that end. He would crawl off her and talk to me for a few seconds and she’d be sucking his cock until he had to fuck her again or he’d roll off and lay on his back while taking a drink of water and she’d climb on top of him and begin fucking him and make herself cum on his cock maybe two or three times before he’d put a hand on her and really fuck her again. She begged him to stay and fuck her all night but he had to be at work at six so around 12:00 midnight we finally split up. As I loaded our car she kissed him good-by lingeringly and deeply in the parking lot and didn’t care who saw her do it. As we got in the car to go home to the kids I said “Happy Birthday Honey” and she snuggled up against me and said “Thats the best B’day present you ever gave me, I can’t wait for Valentine’s Day, and Mother’s Day, and Christmas and maybe even Father’s Day and your B’day too!!” “ I think I’ve created a black cock slut” I said while smiling. Her only reply was “YEP, I really loved it, now I’m mad you waited 18 years to let me have it” Women!!! Her girl friends at work the next day told her she was walking like something was wrong and she had a freshly fucked smile on her face and wanted to know what she’d been doing. Laughing, all she’d say was that, “Jack took me to a motel last night”. Our sex for the next couple of weeks was hot as we both recalled every second of his domination of her and to an extent myself! She’d have fucked him at anytime if he called and asked, anywhere I believe, even in public, she was so captivated by his cock. I told her that and she’d only smile and say, “Yeah I really love his dick.” Sadly a week later he moved to CA.

Now I stand here again for the umpteenth time as another black stud uses my wife for his cum dump, filling her with his hot seed as she claws and screams her pleasure at feeling his thick mass stretching and caressing her tightly stretched walls as he unloads before allowing her mouth to enclose him, suck him hard again so that she can ride his dick to many more intense orgasms while I watch. And my dick still hardens with each of her loud moans and the hard upwards ramming of her hips into their hardest thrusts as she seeks to elicit their hot cum to flow into her willing receptacle for black man’s seed. Now she quite frankly tells me of her craving NEED to have black men fuck her as often as possible and I never see that apologetic look in her eyes anymore as she screams how much she loves their cocks and how much better they fuck her than I do. And over the years she has learned to ride those stallion size cocks in a manner that elicits maximum pleasure from them and she cums almost continuously. And she is perfectly willing now to express her need for hard black cock to them also, begging them to fuck her deeply and to hurt her pussy, daring them to try and make her say “uncle” while battering her pussy mercilessly until she is reduced to a spasming mass of orgiastic flesh, tensed and clinging to them as she pleads for more, begging them not to stop until she exhausts them and they leave till another day. And her only reply is “NEXT”. My wife the Black Cock Slut!!! And I love her still…lol.

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I found an anonymous chat room a few months ago. Some chat rooms were about hookups, and I chatted with a few women just for fun. I didn’t meet up with any of them since my sex life with Laura was excellent. Then I found a swingers chat room. I had talked with Laura about swinging. She didn’t like the idea of having sex with random men, but she didn’t drop the discussion right away and seemed somewhat open to the idea.

We’d discussed having me watch her with one of my friends, Albert, but that didn’t work out. I couldn’t figure out how to broach the subject with him, and Laura didn’t want to come on to him. Talking about it was a turn on though, and we’d revisited that discussion several times as one of our shared fantasies. After seven years together, we tried to keep our intimate life exciting and were pretty creative about sex.

I frequently had a fantasy of watching Laura with another man. I didn’t have any interest in having sex with another woman. I was totally absorbed with her.

In the swingers chat room, it didn’t take long to find a single straight man nearby. I asked Roy what kind of experiences interested him. He said that, in addition to swinger parties, he’d done threesomes, foursomes, some encounters in the parks, and several meetups with married women looking for some spice. We got fairly far into a discussion about him having sex with my wife. I didn’t tell Laura that I’d had the discussion with Roy. Having a real person made the fantasy a lot different. Putting even a name to the idea made me uncertain that I wanted anything other than a fantasy. But the chat kept coming back to me over the next week.

Laura and I were having a quiet dinner. We were trying a month of eating with no TV in hopes it would get us closer. She was wearing a white blouse and navy skirt. She’d unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse when she walked in the door. She saw me looking at the top of her breasts that her uplift bra created the perfect smooth curve. It looked like we’d probably go from dinner to the bedroom.

“I found a chat room for swingers,” I said.

“You know those swinger events don’t turn me on,” she said.

“I know. You can also connect with couples or singles,” I said.

She gave me a side look. I couldn’t tell if she was interested or upset that I was exploring my fantasy again. “Well?”

I found this fellow, Roy. He’s been in several threesomes. We chatted about what one would be like.

“And?”

“I thought we could meet him for diner someplace. That wouldn’t be a commitment to do anything. If we were comfortable with him, we could talk about what we wanted to do. He lives about two hours away. We could meet somewhere in between.”

“So we’d meet up and then pop into a motel for a quick one?”

“No, I thought we could meet up and then we’d talk about it. I don’t think he’s anxious to push us into anything. He knows that this would be our first time. Even if you didn’t want to go with him, it would probably make us both hot.”

“You really want to watch me with another man? You keep bringing it up. You know these things never turn out like your fantasy.”

“I know. Once I had someone’s name to put into the fantasy, it changed things.”

She looked like she was thinking. “I guess we could meet him. That might be exciting. As long as we don’t have to go ahead.”

I made an appointment with Roy for the next Friday at a quiet restaurant about halfway between our place and the little town in the foothills where he lived.

Laura and I arrived fifteen minutes early and ordered glasses of wine. Right on time, the hostess showed a tall man a few years older than me to our table. I shook hands with him. Laura looked down at her empty plate and said hello.

Roy had dark brown hair with a few streaks of gray. He was well dressed in fashionable casual clothes and brown loafers. He had a ready smile that was disarming.

After placing our orders, we talked about the traffic and the weather. Laura didn’t say much, but I could see that she was studying him.”

“If we did this, how would you see it working,” I said.

Roy looked at Laura. “Well, for one thing I should tell you that I think Laura is beautiful. I would love to explore pleasures with you.”

Laura looked up at him. Her cheeks were red, and even her forehead flushed pink.

“You know that we haven’t done anything like this before,” I said.

“We can take it easy,” he said. “We meet up, and you can stop anytime.”

The salads and Roy’s glass of wine arrived. Laura ordered a second glass of wine.

“So if I didn’t get comfortable, we’d just stop,” she said.

“I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to,” he said. “But if you are afraid that I’d try to coerce you, you should know that I have regular partners and no desire to do anything other than pursuing pleasure.”

I had to admit that he was persuasive. He seemed almost normal.

Roy excused himself to go to the restroom. I suspect he wanted to give Laura and me a chance to talk.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I like him,” she said.

“Does that mean you’d like to try a session?”

She looked down at her plate. Then she met my eyes and held my gaze for several minutes.

“I guess so,” she said.

Her answer was more than a surprise. I’d expected she might say that we could talk about it, but I wouldn’t have been surprised for her to say no. For her to decide now that we could go ahead meant that I had to be completely wrong about what she was thinking. I was so excited that I thought my hands would shake.

Roy returned at the same time as the waiter delivered our entrees. We ate in silence, but there was a question suspended in the air. Roy had to know that we’d discussed him, but he waited.

Laura and I had checked into a local hotel. I figured that, regardless of the outcome, we could spend the night there and drive back in the morning. I figured we’d talk about what she thought about Roy and maybe she’d agree to have a session with him at another time.

Roy finished his meal and sat back. He glanced at me and turned to Laura. “What do you guys think?”

I was about to answer him when she spoke, “We’d like to try it out.”

“I think you’ll have a good time,” he said.

The shape of the conversation had changed. Until she spoke, the conversation had been between Roy and me. Now, I was sitting on the sideline, and the two of them were discussing having sex with each other.

I told Roy that we had a hotel room nearby and gave him the room number. I asked him to wait a few minutes and then join us. Laura looked surprised. I wondered if she had wanted a session at a later date.

In the car on the way to the hotel, I asked, “Didn’t you want to go ahead tonight?”

“I thought I did, but when you set it up, I realized that this wasn’t just one of our fantasies.”

“You surprised me when you said you wanted to go ahead,” I said.

“The more we talked about it, the more exciting it seemed.”

“I think I surprised myself. But either of us can say stop at any time.”

When we got to our room, Laura went to the bathroom. When she came out, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed.

I answered the knock at the door and let Roy in. He took off his blazer, draped it over the chair next to mine, and sat down.

I returned to my chair and asked, “How would you propose we proceed?”

“I’d like to undress your wife,” he said to me.

I looked at Laura. She was flushed from her face down to her neck. She met my eyes. There could have been fear there or maybe it was excitement. She nodded.

“Be my guest,” I said.

Roy to the bed and sat next to her. He took her hand and kissed it. He slid his hand up her arm and placed it behind her neck. He pulled her to him and met her lips with his. At first, she didn’t respond. He ran his tongue over her lips, kissed her neck, and returned to her mouth. She kissed him back. The kiss stretched out, and I could see that their tongues were getting acquainted.

Their lips parted, but he kept his hand on her neck. With his other hand, he ran his fingers along her cheek and then down her neck to her blouse. When he put his hand on the top button of her blouse, he lifted his eyes to hers. She met his gaze. He unbuttoned the top button and continued down her front. When all the buttons were done, he pulled the blouse out of her skirt and pulled it open to her shoulders, baring her bra and the tops of her breasts. He slipped the blouse off her shoulders, and she helped him by lifting her arms. He ran his hands over her bare shoulders, under her arms, and down her arms. His left hand cupped her breast over her bra. His right hand slipped behind her and unfastened the bra. As he brought that hand back and pulled the strap off her shoulder, he pulled her bra cup up and dropped her bra on the floor.

Her breasts wouldn’t be called large, but they were much more than a handful. Her nipples were erect in the center of her large, dark areolas. She looked at me. I couldn’t tell what was in that look. I saw excitement, a question, and maybe a little fear.

Roy didn’t touch her breasts. Instead, he unfastened the waist of her skirt. Then he took her hand and pulled her up. She stood sideways in front of me, facing him. The way she was standing, it looked like she was pushing her breasts toward him. It looked like she wanted him to touch her. But instead, he slipped her skirt and her slip down. She stepped out of them. He picked them up, folded the skirt and put it on the chair. My wife was standing in front of Roy in only her panties and pushing her chest out to him. He slid her panties down. She stepped out of them. She turned to the bed, pulled the covers down, and sat down on the sheet.

“You are more beautiful naked,” he said.

Laura’s face got redder. It could have been embarrassment, but it was at least partly excitement. I wondered when she’d last been naked with someone besides me.

He stood in front of her and told her to undress him. She started with his pants. When they dropped to the floor, she slid his underwear down. I guess men can’t help but compare size when they see another man’s erection. He was about the same length as me, but a little bigger around. Like me, he was circumcised. I stood and dropped my pants and underwear. Not only did I intend to let her know that I was there, I wanted to release my incredibly hard member.

I expected that she would handle his member, but she took her cue from him and unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He stepped out of his clothes, and they sat on the bed next to each other. He raised his hand and held it in front of her breast. He held it there until she met his eyes and nodded.

He cupped her breast and took a while just massaging that breast. He pushed her back and she lay down. He crawled onto the bed next to her and knelt at her side. Across my wife’s beautiful naked body from me, Roy massaged her breasts, pausing every few minutes to gather a nipple between finger and thumb, stretching her nipples in circles. When he pulled her nipples, she moaned and thrust her chest up. She opened her legs wide. She was clearly inviting him there. Ignoring her plea to lie between her legs, he kissed her lips. His tongue played with her lips until she reached for him, and then he devoured her mouth.

He kissed her cheek, her neck, between her breasts, both nipples, and staggered kisses along her belly. She jerked her hips several times and pulled her legs farther apart. Her pussy was open wide as he kissed along the edge of her muff. He kissed the crease between her legs. She pushed her hips toward him. I could tell that she was impatient for him to get to her clit. I was too. Watching him caress her body and her wriggling, twitching, and moaning response left no doubt that she was going to welcome him inside her. My penis cried out for me to jump on her and pump like crazy, but this was a new game. I was almost relieved when he finally put his mouth on her clit. She moaned louder and pushed her mound against him.

He was mindful of my desire to see everything. He turned so I could see him tonguing her clit. He dipped his tongue down and tasted her wet opening. It only took a few minutes of Roy tonguing my wife for her to cry out and arch her back. Her whole body shook while he kept tonguing her, extending her orgasm. With one last spasm, she folded up and closed her legs.

If it had been me, I would have jumped between her legs and entered her right then. What he did was to kiss up her belly, engulf her breast with his lips, and suck her nipple hard. She squirmed under his mouth. He kissed her chest, neck, and cheek. He devoured her mouth. She took his member in her hand. Loosely, she stroked him while his tongue danced in her mouth. She spread her legs. My penis was screaming for me to lie between her legs so it could dive into her gaping pussy.

She pulled on his member drawing him between to her. He held himself up with his left arm so that I could see his penis press on her clit. He rubbed her clit gently. I watched as another man’s penis slid down my wife’s pussy and dove into her. He paused and rubbed her opening with the head of his penis several times. She moaned and pushed her hips against him. He pushed back. As he pulled back, his penis came almost all the way out and then pressed into her. He kept a slow, regular rhythm while she grasped her knees, pulling her legs wide apart. He pressed his lips to hers. When his tempo increased, she panted in time with each of his faster thrusts. He held himself to her as his hips thrust hard against her pressing his penis deep inside her. He pumped so fast in her that his hips looked like a jackhammer. I was sure he was holding that fast pace longer than I ever had. She cried out, and her body jerked with spasms that went on and on. Until the spasms calmed, he held the frantic pace. When her orgasm finished with one last spasm, he pressed into her and cried out.

After laying on her for a few minutes, he rolled off. I stood up and sat on the edge of the bed so I could see better between her legs. Still wide apart, her legs held her pussy open while Roy’s fluid seeped out of my wife.

Unsure if it was my turn now, I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh. She sighed. I looked at Roy. He met my eyes and smiled, but he didn’t move. I ran my hand down to her pussy and swirled his cum with my finger. My member was hollering and would let me delay no longer.

I crawled between her legs and slipped into her. She pressed her hips to me, and I pushed deep into her. It took a lot of control not to come right away. Roy was watching us. I had never made love with someone watching. It could have been that, but more likely it was the feel of his cum in her vagina, I found it impossible to hold back and pressed against her as I came.

I rolled to her side. Immediately, Roy was between her legs and in her. He started with the same long strokes he’d used before. Laura wiggled her hips and pulled her legs back farther. They were so far back that her pussy was horizontal. He leaned forward. In this position, his large penis surged straight up and then plunged down deep. She looked down. She must have seen his large member pumping into her. She laid back and moaned. His penis was slippery with cum, and cum seeped down her crack. His bottom pumped up and down as he banged on her clit with each thrust.

She moaned. She panted. She twitched. He increased the pace. She cried out as she squirmed, her back arched, and spasms shook her.

Roy pounded faster. The spasms continued. She moaned louder between her pants. Her body shook with another orgasm. I don’t think the first one ended before she cried out from the second one. Still, Roy didn’t stop. He pounded with a frenzy. She pushed her hips up to answer every one of his thrusts. She hadn’t stoped shaking from her second orgasm when the third wave of spasms curled her body as she pushed her pussy into the pounding thrusts. When the spasms lengthened, Roy pressed against her, cried out, and his hips jerked. He held himself hard against her.

He sat back on his heels. His soft member pulled out followed a gush of cum. I didn’t let her relax. As he moved aside I mounted her. I pushed her legs up and drove my hardness down into her gaping vagina. Watching Roy pound into Laura as she held her pussy so open had been so intense that I didn’t dare touch myself because the lightest touch would have triggered an orgasm. But having watched Roy demonstrate such control, I wanted to last for a few a while.

She was so full of cum that I thought it was sloshing out every time I pushed into her. Or maybe it was the way she was squeezing my cock that pushed the cum out. She was wonderfully tight and slick. I kissed her lips and her neck. She tongued me and kissed my neck. Every time I pumped into her, I pressed deeper and felt her mound rub on mine. After multiple orgasms with Roy, I expected that she wouldn’t respond quickly, but maybe she was continuing the ones she had with Roy. I was pleased when she began to pant and thrust hard against me. I fought to hold back, and soon she shook and cried out. When her orgasm was at its peak, and she squeezed me tightly, I pressed into her and did some shaking myself.

Roy headed to the bathroom. I slipped out of her and leaned back. I used the bathroom after Roy.

When I came back from the bathroom, Laura had the hotel room service menu open on her lap. “Room service is open for another hour. Let’s order a second dessert,” she said. The clock said it was a few minutes after ten.

“Second dessert?” I said.

“You’ve just had your first dessert.” Laura was not one to joke about sex. She always considered it a serious business. That was why we’d had some difficult discussions about some of my ideas for increasing our excitement. Maybe things were changing.

“Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, mango, or rainbow?”

“Chocolate.”

“Vanilla.”

“You staying for a while?” she asked Roy.

“Until you throw me out,” he smiled.

“Let’s order some sandwiches for later,” she said. “Roast beef okay?”

Roy answered, “Sure.”

I nodded at the woman sitting in bed who had just had continuous sex from two lovers for nearly two hours, one of them an experienced swinger.

She placed our order and left for the bathroom.

“What do you think,” Roy asked.

“That was one of the most intense sexual encounters I’ve ever had.”

“I think she had a good time too,” he said.

“You noticed,” I said. I didn’t want to admit to him that Laura had seemed more turned on than at any time I could remember.

Laura returned to the bed and sat in the middle, leaning against the headboard. She looked up at us and patted the bed with both hands. I took a seat on her right opposite Roy.

While we waited for room service, Roy told us about his wife and their experiences with swinger parties. Your fantasies might be that these were about a man having several partners in a night, but it was clear from his descriptions that the women were in control. A woman selected which men or women she wanted. The men concentrated on pleasuring the women. If you just stuck it in a woman and came, she’d probably prefer someone who took their time and knew what to do.

When the knock came at the door, I put on a robe while Laura and Roy pulled the covers up.

The room service delivery boy’s eyebrows raised when he noticed two people in the bed in addition to me. I gave him a good tip.

We spooned our ice cream in bed. By the time we finished, Roy and I had erections. He played with her left breast, and I matched his movements on the other. She wiggled her chest back and forth and slid down in the bed. We lay beside her toying with her nipples. She spread her legs. I suspected that meant she was ready for a finger or two on her clit. But like the last time, Roy ignored her spread legs and her moans. He kissed her cheek. I kissed the other one. He kissed the side of her neck. I kissed my side. He covered her mouth with his. I kissed her cheek right next to where another man was devouring her mouth.

While he sucked her nipple, I kissed her. With my tongue in her mouth, I tried to tell if I could taste him. I joined him on her other breast. I guess he knew that I was following him, letting him set the pace and watching him pleasure my wife. He pulled her leg up and turned his head to her open crotch. I joined him on the other side, pulling her leg up.

She was still seeping cum from earlier. He lay his head on the inside of her thigh. That allowed him to tongue her clit but left enough room for me to approach from the other side. I’d never kissed a man and touching his tongue with mine was a bit strange. But most of what I felt was the smooth skin on the sheath of her clit and the slick skin inside the sheath. Clearly, two tongues were better than one because, in only a few minutes, she was panting and thrusting her hips. When she came, she cried out, her vagina clenched, and more cum flowed out.

Roy didn’t fool around this time, but turned and lay between her legs. Only a foot from my eyes, his penis slid into her. While he started with a long slow tempo, I rubbed her clit with one hand and fingered a nipple with the other. My hard member pressed against her side where the movement of her hips rubbed me with every one of his strokes. The base of his penis pressed my fingers hard against her clit with each thrust. I was surprised at how fast she’d recovered. Before he increased his tempo, she was thrashing and twisting. He sped up, and she arched her back, pulled her legs back, and cried out. He kept that tempo until her orgasm subsided and then began the frantic pace I’d seen before. Immediately she was thrashing and twisting again. After only a few minutes of Roy’s frantic pumping, my wife had had a second orgasm. Just at the peak of her spasms, he pressed hard, arched his back, and cried out.

I had a close view of his penis sliding out of her, followed by cum seeping out. She was without a penis in her for less than ten seconds as I quickly replaced him. She was hot inside. She held me and matched every thrust with one of her own. She felt tight inside, but as I plunged in, cum squished out. Roy rubbed her clit and fingered her nipple. His penis was soft and hung loosely at her side.

While I slowly increased the tempo, she took Roy’s member in hand and gently fingered its head. She squeezed my member with each trust. I kissed her, holding our lips together for a while before slipping my tongue between her lips. As my body moved over her, Roy’s hand on her breast pressed against my chest and his fingers on her clit pressed against my bush. Roy slipped his fingers down, and I felt him touch my penis. No man had ever touched my penis, and I didn’t expect I’d want someone to, but as he pressed harder and his fingers followed me in, there was a new mix of feelings. I felt another man’s fingers in my wife. I got lost in that feeling and lost the concentration that allowed me to hold back. My back arched as I pressed his hand deeper and came.

As my penis softened, Roy pressed his fingers into her vagina and slid them out to her clit. It was beginning to look like Roy was going to be responsible for most of Laura’s orgasms tonight. I took my place at her side, fingering her nipple and rubbing her clit. Roy let me take care of her clit while he concentrated on pounding his fingers in her. She arched her back, cried out, and thrashed under my hand.

Roy and I lay beside her. I was cupping her breast, and he was rubbing her belly. Other than a break for the second dessert, we’d been having sex for over three hours. I was sure that, after a short recovery, I’d be ready again. Roy was already hard, and Laura didn’t look like she was tired of orgasms.

“Tell us some more about your swinger parties,” she said.

He said that most of the swingers at the parties that he and his wife went to were people they had known for several years. They welcomed new members, but the group was relatively stable with about as many dropouts as new members.

“Do you ever get together with some of them outside the parties?”

“Yes, we have a few friends that are swingers. We have each other over for dinner and excitement.”

“Is your wife as into this as you are?” Laura asked.

Roy slid his hand down. I couldn’t see, but when she twitched, I assumed he’d started rubbing her clit.

“Yes, sometimes I think she’s more of a fan than I am,” he said.

“Do either of you have sex outside your marriage and your swinging?”

Laura seemed to be pursuing this line with more than a casual interest.

“You mean like tonight?” he said.

“Yeah, well I guess you do,” she said. “Does she know where you are.”

“Of course.”

Roy shifted around and moved his head near Laura’s bush. I pulled her leg up. More cum had flowed out of her, and the towel we’d put under her was soaked. I got up to get a fresh towel. When I got back, Laura was on her hands and knees, and Roy was running his hands over her back and her bottom. I laid the new towel under her. He moved behind her.

I’d had many fantasies about watching Laura with another man, but one position that fascinated me was with her on her hands and knees and me lying under her watching the other man’s penis pounding in her. Having that image in mind, I lay under her and scooted up so that I was looking up at her opening with white cream seeping out. Roy was still rubbing the head of his penis around her slit, and she was squirming. She pushed back like she was trying to get him into her. He was teasing her, by staying at her opening but not letting her drive herself onto him.

Her heavy breasts filled my hands and moved loosely as I massaged them. Roy quit playing with her and pressed into her. As he thrust with a slow tempo and she leaned back and forth, her breasts swung. He thrust hard into her, and she pushed back against him. She took my member in her mouth. She stroked my member with her mouth as she followed Roy’s thrusts.

When he pressed into her, his balls slapped against her clit. As his penis slid in and out of my wife, she matched every move, moaning with pleasure. I released her breast from my right hand, brought it up past her leg, and touched her clit. It was very hard and covered with slippery fluid. I slid her sheath up and rubbed the smooth bump inside. She went from moaning to panting and from panting to cries as her body shook with spasms.

She must have wanted to ease off because she leaned forward and Roy’s penis pulled almost all the way out. He followed her. He was pumping wildly. I think we had both decided that we were not going to give her any relief. She cried out again. Was she having another orgasm after less than a minute? He was driving his penis hard into her. I was rubbing her clit with rapid strokes. Even when her body stopped shaking, we didn’t let up. Roy had to pull her hips back and lean forward to keep inside her. My hand never let up. With the last orgasm, I’d seen her vagina throb around Roy’s member. I had to admit he had staying power. As her body stopped shaking, instead of leaning forward, she pressed back against Roy. He pumped deep inside her. She cried out. Roy cried out and pressed hard against her; his penis throbbed as he pumped his cum.

I slid out from under her. Roy laid down next to her. I mounted her and slipped into her. Having watched Roy pound her while she worked her lips over my penis, I was nearly there when I pressed into her. She answered my thrusts and clamped tight on my penis. I cried out and released.

As I lay down, she turned and lay between us. She used the towel to wipe between her legs.

“I think we need some sleep, boys.”

“Good idea,” I said.

“How about another go at it before breakfast,” Roy said.

“Absolutely,” she said.

I lay for a few minutes reflecting on the enthusiasm in my wife’s voice. Sometime in the evening, the scene had shifted from my wife accepting Roy as a lover to offer me an exciting show to two men doing everything they could to pleasure her. Was that what Roy had been talking about?

In the morning, I was the first one to get up to go pee. When I came out of the bathroom, Laura was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting. I left the space in the middle for her. Roy followed Laura. She took her place next to me.

“You were pretty amazing last night,” I said.

“You two were pretty amazing.”

“You like having two lovers?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Roy came back from the bathroom. He paused, looked at her, and then laid next to her.

We were pretty much in tune with each other. He turned to her and put his hand on her breast as I did the same thing. Laura reached down and took my member in her hand. She had her other hand on his. We were erect and pressed against her hands.

“Who’s first?” she asked.

“You go first,” Roy said.

I turned and slid over and took position between her legs. I pulled her legs up, and she opened before me. She looked dark red. Either she had been thinking about what was coming, or she was a little irritated from four hours of constant pounding.

Roy knelt next to her and held her breasts while I tongued her clit. Her vagina was very wet and slick, and I wondered if she was still leaking cum or if she was extremely excited. Soon, she was moaning and pushing against me. I felt Roy moving, but kept tonguing her. I looked up fter a powerful twitch of her legs, I saw that she had Roy in her mouth. I pulled up and slipped in. Once I pushed hard, my face was next to hers. While Roy pumped into her mouth, I pumped into her pussy. I kissed her cheek and felt his penis push from inside her mouth.

Just seeing my wife with another man’s penis in her mouth would have been exciting, but seeing the head of his penis slip out between her lips and her tongue circle the head made it hard for me to hold back. But I did. I pressed my mound against hers with each thrust. I waited until her body thrashed under me and then I concentrated on the hot contractions of her vagina and pressed into her as I came.

I rolled off her. Roy pulled her up onto her knees and mounted her from behind. Even with the re-positioning, there couldn’t have been more than twenty seconds between the time I slipped out of her and he was deep inside her.

“How about scrambled eggs, bacon, croissants, and coffee,” I said.

I heard a “mufff’ from Laura and a “fine” from Roy.

While I called in a room service order, I watched Roy fuck my wife from behind.

“You need to finish up in twenty minutes,” I said.

“I’m good,” Roy said. “How about you?” he said to Laura.

“mufff”

I lay under her breast sucking one while fingering the nipple of the other one. Between her legs, Roy was steadily pumping into her. He wasn’t yet up to his fastest pace, but she was moaning and pressing back to his thrusts. As her breasts swung with her body, I pulled her nipple hard. Roy began pumping faster. Her body twitched. Fluid dripped from her pussy. He moved into his frantic mode. I wondered if she was holding back, savoring the intense thrusting. I reached down to her pussy. As soon as I touched her clit, her body shook, and she cried out. Roy continued the rapid pace, and she kept shaking until she cried out again and curled up. Roy pressed hard in her and cried out.

“Wow. We still have seven minutes,” I said.

Laura lay on her stomach still twitching. Roy wiped his penis with the towel.

“Time enough for a shower,” she said heading for the bathroom.

Roy and I were in the hotel supplied robes when room service arrived. The server set out the food on the table and left. We poured coffees and returned to our seats to wait for Laura.

“Have you done this very much?”

“With couples starting out? I guess this is the third time.”

“Its pretty intense,” I said.

“You guys are a bit intense,” he said. “She is an amazing lover.”

He must have thought that I needed encouragement too. “You keep up better than most men.”

“So this is really about satisfying the women?”

“Well, you have to admit, there is nothing more exciting than to have your member in a woman who is coming.”

He was right. But it was pretty exciting watching your wife come with another man’s member in her.

“Your wife likes sessions like this?”

“Of course.”

Laura came out of the bathroom. She had a towel around her hair, but that was all.

Roy and I tossed our robes off and joined her at the table.

We were almost done with the meal, when Roy asked Laura, “Did you have a good time?”

“Yes.”

“Want to do it again?”

“Yes.”

“Want to try three men next time?”

The discussion so far had my member hard. She thought about her answer. And eventually said, “Sure.”

We finished the meal. I was working on my third cup of coffee.

“Time for one more session?” he said.

“Thought you’d never ask,” she said, standing up. She followed him back to the bed.

I sipped my coffee as I watched my wife crawl onto the bed and over Roy who lay on his back with his hard member waiting. She guided him into her. She sat back on him as he pushed up into her.

I moved to sit on the end of the bed where I had a closer view. She leaned back and forth as he slipped in and out. He held her hips, pushed up, and pumped rapidly. She moaned and wiggled her hips. He held her breasts with both hands as he upped his tempo from fast to frantic. She moaned and squeezed his chest. I don’t think I could keep up the frantic pace as long as he did. It must have been several minutes.

She cried out and arched her back. He didn’t pause as spasms rocked her. She held still and panted, and then she cried out again as more spasms shook her. She jerked and twisted on the penis that pumped madly into her. He held her high in the air as he pushed into her and held her suspended. While he pressed into her, she continued to twitch for at least a minute.

She rolled off of him and lay on the bed.

“You know,” he said. “You’re very good. You could be a professional.”

I was still thinking about what that might mean when Roy scooted off the bed and began dressing. I brought Laura another cup of coffee. Roy finished dressing.

“That was a great night. If you want to do that again or have a session with my wife and me, let me know. Or I could round up another fellow or two.”

After he left, we dressed and packed up. Even after we were in the car, we didn’t say much. She looked pensive. I had a lot to think about. I’d seen a side of my wife that I hadn’t expected. I don’t know what I expected a woman who was being pleasured by two men to do.

We were about halfway home when she said, “What do you suppose he meant when he said I could be a professional?”

“A prostitute?”

“I suppose, but I don’t think they are into pleasure for themselves. I think it’s all about the money.”

We drove along with the sun high in the sky and almost no traffic.

“Maybe he meant a porn star,” she said.

“You thinking of changing careers?”

“No, I think financial analysis pays a bit better. But I have to admit, it’s not as exciting.”

“So you want to do that again?”

“I told you I did.”

“You want another man or two?”

“Maybe.”

“Want to try a couples thing?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I know you got off seeing me with Roy, but I’m not sure how I would feel seeing you with another woman.”

“Seeing you wasn’t what I expected.”

“How so?”

“I didn’t expect you to enjoy it that much. I haven’t been able to make you come like that.”

“The situation was exciting.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Roy’s pretty experienced. If you were with him alone, he’d probably be able to do that to you.”

“We could find out.”

It was good that there wasn’t any traffic on the road. I almost left my lane when I jerked in response to her statement.

“You want to go meet up with Roy?”

“He’s pretty good.” She gave me a smile that I think meant that she’d been leading me on. Or maybe not.

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A few months ago, my wife Karen and I were invited to a holiday party that was thrown by my boss. It was the beginning of the holiday season, and we were eager to go to a nice party, even though it was going to be mostly attended by my coworkers.

Karen and I had only been married a few years ago, after we met in college and fell in love, and we discovered very quickly in our relationship that I loved showing her off. Karen has a beautiful face and a gorgeous “girl next door” body, thin and curvy in all the right places but without looking like a plastic centerfold. Her crowning glory is her breasts, which were a small C-cup and were as perky and full as they had been in college, and were topped by perky pink nipples.

It turns me on to watch other guys stare at her, and Karen has indulged me by wearing tight dresses and low-cut tops. Once during the summer we took a trip to the south of France, and Karen even went to far as to take off her bikini top and sunbathe topless. Even jaded French tourists who had seen naked tits all day stopped and gawked at my wife’s gorgeous breasts.

But around our own friends Karen is more reserved, and that meant that when we were home she won’t show off or tease as much. Sometimes if we’re at a bar or an event where we don’t know anyone, she’ll wear a blouse that gapes open and will bend over a lot and let guys see down her shirt and get a glimpse of her nipples, but usually she’s too concerned about her reputation to do anything more.

For the holiday party, Karen decided to wear a tight skirt and a wrap-around top. She had worn it to tease guys before, because It looked conservative, but if she bent over or twisted to her side it could open up unpredictably, and if she wasn’t wearing a bra you could get a peak at her tits. But tonight she wrapped the top tightly.

I was a little disappointed, but then again these were all my coworkers, so it probably wasn’t a smart idea to have them see my wife in a compromising position. So I swallowed it and we headed off to the party.

My boss’s house was much bigger than I thought it would be, almost a mansion, and when we arrived there we were ushered past a large foyer and several big rooms before reaching the party room. It was large and filled with lots of people, many of them my work colleagues and their spouses. Holiday decorations were everywhere, including mistletoe on every doorframe.

Karen and I began to mingle and chat with the other guests. The drinks were flowing freely and after a while everyone seemed to be tipsy, and some even a little drunk. A lot of the women were also becoming a little flirty, which I was happy to see. There were many cute wives who were wearing sexy dresses, and I was happy to sit back and ogle them as they wiggled and danced around.

I lost track of Karen for a while, and when we met up again she had clearly been drinking a little.

“Are you having fun?” I asked her.

“I am!” she said. “But some of your coworkers are a little aggressive, sweetie.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Well, some of them are getting a little touchy. I’ve had more than a few hands brush my rear and a couple even graze across my boobs. That one guy you know, Brad, even tried to get me under the mistletoe and kiss me!”

That wasn’t surprising. I knew Brad had the hots for Karen ever since he had met her.

“Did you let him?” I asked.

“Well,” she hesitated. “Kind of. It was just a quick peck. You don’t mind, do you, honey? It’s just a little kiss, it didn’t mean anything. He’s just being a flirt.”

I smiled. “I don’t mind, it’s okay,” I said.

She grinned. “Come find me later, I’ll make it up to you,” and left.

I spent the next forty-five minutes wandering around. To be honest, I wasn’t that mad at Karen because I was being a little aggressive myself. One of my coworkers at the party, Christine, was an especially cute pixie-looking girl, with a short blonde hairstyle and a lean dancer’s body. I had managed to get her under one of the mistletoe and kissed her. She didn’t resist and even brushed her hand across my groin before she giggled and stumbled off. Another girl, I think her name was Mary, was very tolerant of people grabbing her bubble-butt, so I helped myself a couple of times too.

When I saw Karen walk up to me again, I immediately noticed that her top was tied much more loosely than it had been at the beginning of the night. Her cleavage was much more exposed, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. It looked like if she moved too much she would expose a lot more.

Karen saw where I was looking and whispered in my ear, “I’m showing off for you!”

“Have you been getting into trouble?” I said.

“Only a little,” she said. “I know these are your coworkers, so I’m not being too naughty. But some of the guys were definitely trying to get a peek at my boobies. That friend of yours, Tom, wasn’t even hiding it! He was staring so hard I felt sorry for him and bent over so he could see more. I may have shown too much, I think he got to see my whole breast!”

That made me smile a little. Tom was the uptight guy in our department, so knowing how desperate he was to see my wife’s tits was amusing. I assured Karen that I didn’t mind a little flashing and that it probably made Tom’s night. We soon parted again and I spent some more time flirting with other girls and chatting about work with some guys in my department and my boss.

Soon after I noticed that most of the girls had disappeared from the party. A few minutes later they poured out of a room and began to spread out to talk to their husbands. Karen walked up to me. She was bright-eyed with lust and excitement.

“Honey, the wives all want to play a game, but I’m a little worried.”

“What game?” I said.

“It’s called Strip Mistletoe,” she said. “The husbands all strip down naked and stand underneath a piece of mistletoe. The wives have to parade around and when the lights turn off, they have to stand underneath one of the mistletoe with one of the husbands. When the lights come back on, whichever wife isn’t underneath a mistletoe loses an article of clothing.”

“Wow!” I said. “That sounds really fun. Don’t you want to play?”

“Well, one of the girls was telling me that the husbands all try to get really frisky during this game. Like when the lights are off, they feel up the wives and even try to get their hands in our panties. Are you sure that’s what you want? I mean, these are your coworkers. Are you sure you won’t mind if they try to feel up your wife’s boobs?”

That did stop me for a second. Showing off a little was one thing, but was I okay with these guys I knew groping my wife? But the idea still sounded hot to me, so I nodded. “It’s fine with me, babe. Just do what you feel comfortable with.”

“Okay!” she said. “And you’re not just saying that because you want to feel up any of the wives yourself, are you?”

“Of course not!” I lied. “I just want to see you show off for me.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I volunteered you to be the odd-husband-out. You’ll just turn the lights on and off and take off the article of clothing.”

That was disappointing. I was really hoping to grope Christine a bit more. But at least I’d get to undress her, while also seeing my wife strip down and show off her body. So I agreed.

After a bit more crowd murmuring, everyone moved into the party room, where mistletoe had been set up all over the ceiling. The room had a lot of furnishing in it, which was a little surprising to me, since I didn’t see how people could rush around in the dark without running into tables or chairs.

All the guys except for me quickly stripped naked and found a piece of mistletoe to stand under. The girls all got in the center and started wandering around while the boss’s wife, Jennifer, who was a twenty-something trophy wife, put on some Christmas music and told me to keep the lights off for about a minute to give the wives time to find someone in the dark. I took my spot at the entrance to the room with light switch.

As Jennifer explained the rules to everyone, Karen walked up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. “Honey, do you want me to be the first to lose an article of clothing? I can do that for you if you want!”

She seemed so hot with anticipation I reflexively agreed. “Yes, baby, be the first to lose.”

“Are you sure?” she said. “What if I lose my top? I’m not wearing a bra! Your coworkers will see me topless. Are you okay with that? All of these guys you work with every day, they’ll see your wife’s bare breasts! They’ll know exactly what my boobs look like, and you won’t be able to change that once it happens!”

“I’m fine with it,” I whispered back. “I want you to lose your top and show off your naked tits for me.”

She grinned and headed back to the circle of girls. Jennifer shouted “go” and the wives started wandering around. I noticed that several of them were staying close to their husbands, hoping to jump into their arms when the lights went off, but some of the more adventurous ones were wandering toward other guys.

After a few seconds, I shut the lights off. The main lights went down, but there were so many Christmas lights and electric holiday candles on that you could still see fairly easily in the dim light. There was a general shriek from the girls as they started to scramble around. Karen, I could see, made it a point not to find someone.

After a minute, I turned the lights back on. Karen was still in the center and cried a good-hearted “Oh no!”

Jennifer shouted from across the room. “Karen loses! Go to the light-switcher and tell him what you want him to take off.”

Karen walked up to me and winked so that no one could see. “I guess I’ll lose my top!” she said.

I grabbed the sides of her top and pulled them apart. Karen had loosened them enough already so that they fell away in my hands. In a swift motion I pulled it off Karen and she spun around to face the room. Everyone burst into cheers as her full naked breasts and pink puffy nipples were completely exposed. Karen had a wide grin and was blushing, which made her naked chest and flat tummy look even hotter.

The girls all got in the center of the room again and started wandering around. Every guy, all of my coworkers, were staring open-mouthed at my beautiful topless wife as her tits jiggled and bounced as she proudly walked around the room. Sometimes she would look back at me and smile, but mostly she was too wrapped up in the attention all the guys were giving her.

I turned the lights off again, and there was another commotion. This time Karen found her way to Brad. A lounge chair blocked most of my view, but I could see that the second she reached him his hands immediately went her tits. She turned her back was to him, and let him freely grope and maul her breasts.

When I turned the lights on, Mary came to the center and asked me to take off her shoes. I complied and got a chance to feel up her legs a bit. When I looked over at Karen she was leaning back into Brad, with her eyes half-closed in pleasure while he pinched and pulled her nipples.

The game went on like this for several more rounds. It was a real turn-on for me to strip down some of the wives, who let me feel them up as I took off their clothing. One wife was down to her bra and another were walking around in just a blouse and their panties. But the husbands under the mistletoe were the ones having most of the fun. They got more and more aggressive on each round, feeling up the girls and even putting her hands under their blouses and dresses.

But all the attention was still on Karen, who was the only one who was topless. She made sure to be with a different guy on each round, and even through the dim lights I could see how they eagerly groped her tits. Some of the guys she stood chest-to-chest and let them grope her all over, but with most of them she turned her back to them and pushed her ass into their groins as they fondled her tits and tummy. One round I saw her with John, a guy in the cubicle across from me at work, who seemed the whole time to be groping her ass under her skirt. The whole time she had an erotic, hot look on her face that turned me on even more.

After the next round Karen lost again. When she walked up to me she whispered, “Honey, I think I may have gone a little too far,” and lifted up her skirt. Her panties were torn in pieces, and hanging off one of her thighs. Her pussy was red and soaked.

She saw my look of surprise and confessed. “That was John. When I stood next to him, he turned me around and put his hands under my skirt. He ripped my panties a bit and pushed them to the side. and. . . and. . .”

“…and what?” I insisted.

“Well, he pushed his thing up in me, sweetie. He pushed his big thing up inside my cooch and just me rocked back and forth with it inside me while he groped my boobs. I didn’t know what to do! I wanted to stop him, I swear. But it felt really good and the lights were dim, so I thought it would be okay if I let just one of your coworkers fuck me for a little bit. Is that okay, honey? I know you wanted me to be naughty and show off, so it’s okay if I let the guys you work with fuck me a little bit, too, right?”

That was shocking to me. I was fine with them seeing Karen topless and even naked, and feeling her up a little bit, but actually fucking my wife? But something else suddenly struck me.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘the guys’? You said it was just John,” I said.

She hesitated. “Well, at first it was. But maybe some of the other husbands noticed, I don’t know, but after him they all started trying to push their cocks up inside my cooch. Every guy I got under the mistletoe with reached under my skirt and ripped my panties a bit more and then stuck his thing up inside me. Even your boss did! He was so eager that I think he even squirted his cum up inside me!”

She looked at my reluctant expression. “But that’s okay, right honey?” she whispered. “That’s what you always wanted, isn’t it? You wanted your hot naughty wife to tease all your coworkers and show off her boobs for them and let them fuck her a little bit?”

My hesitation faded away. The way she was saying it turned me on even more, and now that she had already fucked several of the guys, it wasn’t going to get any worse.

“Let me take these off and make it a little easier,” I whispered back, and ripped off her panties completely.

“I love you!” she fiercely whispered back, and joined the group of women again.

On the next round, Karen ended up with Brad again. I watched as he immediately bent her over the back of the nearby chair and seemed to stick his cock into my wife’s cunt. In the dim light I could see Karen’s mouth drop open as my coworker who’s had a crush on her for years pumped his dick in and out of her while he fondled her tits.

When the lights came on, Christine walked up to me and asked me to remove her bra. “Let’s pretend this didn’t happen at work tomorrow,” she said and smiled.

I smiled and unclasped her bra, and took a few seconds to grope her small perky breasts. As I did, I looked around. Most of the wives were getting groped very heavily, and some looked like they were also being fucked by the guy they were with. But my real attention was on my wife and Brad, who kept on pumping into her and didn’t even seem to care that the lights were on. Most of the husbands were focused on the girl they were with, but many of them still kept looking over to see Karen’s round tits bouncing and wobbling as Brad pounded into her.

On the next round Karen lost again and walked up to me. “Honey, I want to be the first naked. Okay? I want all your coworkers to see me my bare boobs and bush and watch me walk around totally naked in front of them. I want you to see me showing off for you and watch them grope my boobies and fuck me. You want to see that, right? You want to see all the guys you work with stare at your naughty naked wife and feel up her boobies and stick their cocks inside her?”

“Yes, baby,” I said. “Go show off for me.” She grinned and announced to the room that she was going to lose her skirt. I pulled it down and my wife stepped out of it, completely naked in front of all my coworkers. Everyone could now see my wife’s full naked tits, her flat stomach and her trimmed bush. Karen walked back to the center of the room and paraded around, grinning as everyone ogled the most private parts of her body.

As hot as it was, I was a little conflicted. These guys were people I knew and saw everyday. My wife was someone they occasionally saw at social events or when she met me at the office, and now they were all watching her naked and even getting a chance to fuck her. What was it going to be like at the company from now on, working with all these guys who had seen me wife naked and had fucked her?

I pondered this even more over the next few rounds, as Karen made sure to get with every guy. During one round I saw her again with my boss, who in the dark was bending her over a table and looked to have his cock inside her. Another time she was with a guy closer to me, who went so far as to stand her up against a wall and fuck her against it. She made eye contact with me and shyly grinned as she grabbed his ass and drove him into her pussy even further. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder watching my wife smiling at me while her tits bounced with the rhythm of another guy pounding into her.

After a few more rounds, the girls were all totally naked. Many of them looked like they had been fucked at least once, but some of them were clearly resisting anything more than just groping. Only Karen looked like she had let all the guys do anything they wanted.

After another hour of playing with all the wives naked, we decided to call it quits. Karen and I accepted an invitation to sleep over and I quickly pulled her into the bedroom. As soon as we got in, she pulled my clothes off and started stroking my cock.

“Did you have fun tonight, sweetie? You’re not mad at me, are you?” she said.

“No,” I said, “why would I be mad?”

“I got really carried away, I think,” she said. “I let all your coworkers stick their cocks in me at least twice, and some even more. A lot of them even shot their hot cum up in my cooch! Your boss did twice. So did Brad. And all the other guys kept feeling up my boobs and butt while they fucked me. Everyone noticed, too, I could feel them all staring at me in the dark while I let their husbands play with my tits and fuck me. I’m going to be so embarrassed tomorrow!”

She started stroking me harder and harder. “But you’re happy with it, right? I know you always want your wife to be naughty and flash her boobies and show off for you, and I wanted to make you happy and let your friends see me naked and feel me up as much as they wanted. I wanted you to see all of them take turns fucking your naughty wife and shooting their cum inside her. It was so exciting, but mostly I did it to make you happy!”

Karen reached down and took my cock in her mouth, and I groaned as I came harder than I ever have in my life. She swallowed every drop, and after I collapsed onto the bed she snuggled up next to me.

“I love you, baby! And maybe next time I’ll be just as naughty!” she cooed. It sounded like a great idea to me.

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We, that is my boyfriend Marcus and I, were in the middle of making love when I heard my husband John’s car pull up in the driveway. He was home way too early and I assumed he must have forgotten something. Annoyed, we quickly scooped up our clothes and hid in my walk-in-wardrobe.

‘Fuck,’ Marcus said. ‘What’s he doing home?’ ‘Shh,’ I whispered.
‘He can’t hear us from up here,’ he whispered back, his hands groping at my breasts.
‘Don’t,’ I giggled, peering back into the bedroom.

The bed was still a mess but I didn’t think John would be coming up there anyway so it didn’t really matter. Marcus, friskier than normal, wanted to continue what we’d started, on the floor of the wardrobe; me I wanted to wait until I heard John’s car pulling out of the drive before starting up again.

‘Come on,’ he said, pulling me over him so I straddled his waist. ‘I need to fuck you, baby.’

Never able to resist him, I positioned myself over him and slid down his thick, hard shaft, filling me up like no other man has ever done. He pulled at my breasts, squeezing the nipples so hard I nearly yelped in pain.

‘Not so hard,’ I said, leaning over to kiss his sexy mouth as he pouted back at me.
‘Hmm, you love it,’ he chuckled.

Leaning over like that was hitting the right spot. He pumped upwards, thrusting his cock up further as I slammed back down on him.

‘Oh yeah,’ I whispered, enjoying it even more now that I knew John was in the house. ‘Harder baby, harder.’

I was peaking, perspiration dripping from me, as I ground myself down on his cock. You can imagine my surprise when I heard laughter on the stairs and John’s voice bellowing up them.

‘Are you sure no one saw you hiding out near the back door?’

I froze for a second before jumping up to find my robe. ‘No,’ the voice giggled. It was Mary, our maid. ‘I didn’t
see Sheila leave, I must have missed her.’
They fell through the open bedroom door, ripping off each other’s clothing. I was outraged. How dare she! I trusted her. I peeked through the crack again, amazed that this had been going on under my very nose and I never knew.
Marcus opened the door a crack further.

‘Check out her tits. They’re massive,’ he whispered.

I bristled. How dare he perv on her. They had fallen onto the bed, both naked. John’s hairy arse winked at me while he nuzzled between her luscious thighs. He went down on her as though starved, smothering himself, his hands groping her heaving breasts.

‘Oh John,’ she moaned, holding his head. ‘Oh yeah, that’s great. Oh yeah baby.’

Marcus was glued to the crack; probably wishing he was closer to her crack than hiding in here with me. He grabbed at me, obviously very aroused by the spectacle we were watching.

‘I need to fuck you baby,’ John moaned, climbing up Mary’s body.

At this angle we could see her pussy, all wet and glistening from John’s workout. He was kneeling over her, his ugly balls sagging as he positioned himself. No wonder I found him so unattractive. His skinny arse pumped like crazy and in a few seconds he’d already come. Mary sighed as though happy. ‘Oh that was so good,’ she breathed. Bullshit! I knew what it was like to have John fuck you and believe me there was nothing spectacular about it. Marcus was probing his cock into the crack of my arse. I wiggled away from him, annoyed that our session had been interrupted and I had to witness my husband’s infidelity. How was I supposed to go back to my bed when they’d just made love in it?

I tried to push Marcus away from me, but he held on tight. I knew he was hornier than normal, I mean looking at Mary’s pussy had even turned me on and I was straight. He grabbed at my breasts while his cock probed down further. Finding my still wet pussy he slid in easily.

‘I think you enjoyed watching them,’ he whispered in my ear.
‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ I spat back, not wanting him to know that the sight of Mary, now reclining on my bed while John was getting dressed, was turning me on even more than I realised.
‘Open your legs for me, sweetheart?’ John asked her.
She lay there, her black hair fanned out around her like a shawl against my white bed sheets, opening and closing her legs, giggling like a schoolgirl.
‘Come on, don’t tease me like that,’ John pleaded.

She had her knees bent up and now dropped them, her pussy gaping wide open. Marcus began to pump into me harder, obviously enjoying what he was watching.

‘Play with yourself,’ John begged.

She slid her fingers around her wet lips, up and down her slit, with her sexy mouth pouting ohs and ahs the whole time. John was sitting on my love seat, his eyes riveted to her pussy. She pulled back the hood, exposing her clit and began to rub.

‘Oh,’ she moaned. ‘I’m so wet from you. Look how wet my pussy is, see how much I love you,’ she breathed.
‘Rub your clit faster,’ he whispered. ‘Make yourself come.’

She ran her tongue along her top lip, while Marcus grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard, pulling at my nipples. My own hand stole down to find my clit and while he was fucking me I rubbed my engorged nub.
She was arching her back, her breasts jutting upwards, while she rubbed madly. ‘Oh yeah, you like to watch me baby?’ she asked.

‘You know I do,’ he said, rubbing himself absent- mindedly.
‘Oh yeah, look at my titties, my nipples are all hard just thinking about you,’ she giggled.

Thinking about his money was more like it, I thought. Marcus picked up the tempo and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Mary was on the verge of coming herself when I heard a mobile phone ring. I tensed, praying it wasn’t mine. I’d left my bag on the other side of the bed. I froze, holding my breath. Fortunately, it was John’s. ‘Yes, I’ll be right there,’ he snapped.

‘It’s the hospital,’ he said. ‘There’s an emergency. I’m sorry, darling, but I have to go.’
‘Oh, not again,’ she moaned. ‘I was nearly there.’
‘You stay here sweetheart, just relax, do what you want. Sheila won’t be home until late. Take your time, have a bubble bath, I know how much you like them.’
‘But it’s not the same without you,’ she complained.
‘I’ll make it up to you, I promise,’ he said. ‘In a couple of weeks, there’s a conference in Miami. Tell Sheila you’ve got a family emergency and you need the time off. Come with me? Please?’
‘I don’t know. I’ll be stuck in a hotel room all day like the time you took me to New York. That was no fun for me, believe me,’ she pouted.
‘I’ll give you some money and you can go shopping.

You’d like that wouldn’t you?’ he asked.

The bitch! How long had this been going on? That trip to New York was eighteen months ago.
Marcus had pushed me to my knees and was motioning for me to suck his cock. I was angry, really angry. How dare they! How dare he! He was my husband. How could I have not known?

‘Give my pussy a little lick,’ she purred. ‘Of course,’ he said, falling on her.

I was having trouble watching as Marcus was holding my head, his arm blocking my view. I wished they’d hurry up and go. I needed to get out of this wardrobe and
vent some of my anger. I pushed Marcus away, and stood there, arms folded, letting him know I wasn’t happy. Meanwhile, John gave her a quick licking and flew out of the door. She lay there, in my bed, as though it was her own, rolling among my satin sheets, sliding around, her beautiful hair following her as she went.

‘What are we going to do?’ Marcus whispered.
‘We’re going to wait until she goes, now be quiet,’ I whispered back.

I watched her, her gorgeous plump arse staring at me. She had a beautiful body and the more I looked the more I wanted to lie there beside her, to stroke her and have her stroke me. As though sensing how I was feeling, Marcus whispered in my ear.

‘Why don’t we go in and surprise her?’ he said. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ I said. ‘She’ll tell John.’
‘Tell John what? That we were fucking before they came in and nearly caught us. I don’t think so. Come on, you can threaten to fire her if she doesn’t do what you want.’
‘What do you mean?’ I asked.
‘Come on. I know you’re a sexy woman and seeing another couple make love like that would turn anyone on. We could use her as our sex slave. Make her do what we both want. It would be a real turn on, don’t you think?’
‘No, I don’t think it would,’ I said, bristling.

Part of me did want it but the other part didn’t. There was no denying that I’d give anything to have her mouth on me, her tongue licking my pussy, her mouth sucking my tits. I’d love to taste her pussy too, but not after John had been fucking her.
While we were talking she left the room and had disappeared into the ensuite. I could hear the water running. We could do one of two things, either quickly get dressed and leave or perhaps I could catch her in the bath. Catching her in the bath appealed to me. I’d make her beg for my forgiveness. I’d allow her to promise me anything just to keep her job. Yes, that’s what I’d do.
Marcus and I quickly got dressed and I told him to wait until he heard me coughing before coming back upstairs. He snuck out of the room, eager for this to play out to his advantage. Meanwhile I tried to compose myself before opening the ensuite door.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I demanded, feigning outrage.

She turned to see me standing there. Shocked, her hair piled up on her head, she looked absolutely gorgeous, as her big eyes stared worriedly at me. Wispy pieces had fallen down over her luscious breasts, which were half submerged under bubbles. I could barely tear my eyes away.

‘Oh, I’m sorry…I…er…um,’ she stuttered. What could she possibly say?
‘Get out of my bath at once,’ I demanded.

She stood, water cascading down her amazing body. I’d never been so turned on in my life. What should I do now? I wanted her in the bath with me, to wash, caress and hold me. She grabbed a towel and tried to hurry from the room.

‘Not so quickly,’ I said, slowly dropping my clothes onto the floor. She stood there staring, rigid like a statue.
‘I’ve always wanted a full body wash and massage. I think under the circumstances you’ll be happy to help me out with that now, wouldn’t you, Mary?’
‘Yes, Miss, I’d be happy to,’ she stumbled, clearly surprised at this turn of events.

I lowered myself into the spa and beckoned her over. As quick as a flash she was in there with me, washing my body, careful not to touch any private areas. But that’s not what I wanted. I wanted her to squirm, to beg me to keep her on, to beg me to allow her to do anything I desired.

‘Can I wash your breasts?’ she asked, clearly realising that this was more than just some help bathing. Good. I wanted her to work hard at pleasing me before I let Marcus join this party.
‘Yes, you can,’ I said.

God, it was heavenly. Her soft fingers kneaded my flesh, washing soapy hands over me, lingering on my nipples until they stood out on their own, a clear indication I was enjoying this on a sexual level. Her beautiful brown eyes stared at me, before her long black lashes looked down at my heaving breasts. Slowly she moved closer and I made no attempt to stop her. I watched mesmerised as her soft lips descended upon me to lick and tantalise my nipple before sucking as much of my breast into her gorgeous mouth as she could.

My head fell back against the pillow that was cushioned there and I let out a wonderful sigh of enjoyment. Her hand moved down between my legs and she parted them so she could move in between them. What bliss. With my eyes closed I felt her fingers searching until she located my clit. She pinched at it lightly before entering me.

With the warm water lapping at my body I slipped into a dreamlike trance. Her mouth and fingers were bringing me to an emotion I’d never felt before and, as I opened my mouth to moan, a hard cock was thrust into it. Marcus, the cheeky bugger, he just couldn’t wait. He was spoiling everything. There was nothing I could say with my mouth full of cock, so I grabbed at his shaft and dragged him by his cock, forcing him to fall into the spa. Mary just looked at the two of us in surprise.

‘Are the two of you are having an affair?’ she spluttered. ‘That’s none of your business,’ I said.
‘No miss,’ she replied, her eyes downcast.
‘So what are you doing in Sheila’s bath?’ Marcus asked her.
‘I caught her soaking in it when I came home,’ I told him.

I watched her to see if she would go along with what I’d planned. I knew she was having an affair with John but she didn’t know that I knew. I also saw how her eyes latched on to Marcus’s massive cock. After having sex with John she was probably keen to have a real man. A young, strong man with a hard cock.
‘You want to keep your job, Mary?’ I asked. ‘Oh yes, mam,’ she said.
‘Then you are to do everything that I ask of you and in return I won’t mention to my husband how you overstepped your position. Is that clear?’
‘Yes,’ she said smiling as Marcus moved beside me and began stroking my breast.
‘You can begin by finishing my bathing and then I’ll let you know what else I’d like.’
‘Of course,’ she said, eager to comply with my wishes.

She returned to my body, her hands caressing me as she soaped me once again. Marcus lifted a breast out of the sudsy water, blew the bubbles that had gathered away from my nipple and lowered his mouth to it, sucking on it gently while eyeing her reaction.
She showed none.

I smiled at him. Yes, this would work out perfectly. I gasped as her fingers slid among my folds, gently lingering over my clit, while Marcus’s hand joined hers and they both paid attention to my pussy.
This was wonderful. I loved being in control, giving orders.

My hand stole down to Marcus’s cock and I ran it up and down his shaft, squeezing it hard, showing him how turned on I was. I wanted to guide him into my pussy, have him fuck me there in the spa, and why not, I was the one calling the shots.
And that’s exactly what I did do. I lifted my arms to rest on the edge of the spa, my breasts floating on top of the water, while Marcus moved Mary aside, grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart. In one quick movement he was inside me, his cock allowing water to penetrate me as he began to pump rhythmically.
Mary just watched on, her eyes wide, sparkling with mischief.

‘You can get out now. Dry yourself and bring us some clean towels,’ I said, wrapping my legs around Marcus’s back, lifting myself up so he could suck on my tit.

We both watched her rise, with water dripping from her beautiful body. I whispered in his ear. ‘Take it easy baby. We’ve got all afternoon.’
Later, after a wonderful massage, I lay back on my bed where she’d been not an hour earlier. I opened my legs while Marcus lay beside me.

‘Lick me,’ I demanded.

She did. Her tongue was amazing. So different from a man’s. It was soft yet hard. Thick when she lapped at me, yet thin when she honed in on my clit. Why had I never done this before?
Marcus was focusing all his attention on my breasts but I saw how his eyes flickered all over her body. I knew what he wanted, so I obliged him.

‘Get down there and lick her from behind,’ I said. ‘Nuzzle into her pussy while she’s doing mine.’

I laughed as he scurried down there and watched as he lifted her beautiful arse up by the hips so her knees were just on the edge of the bed. He knocked them apart and as his tongue touched her she smothered herself into me, licking like a woman possessed, nibbling on my clit until I came in her mouth.
I was so turned on I couldn’t wait any longer for Marcus’s cock.

‘Quickly,’ I demanded, ‘get over here and fuck me.’

Pushing Mary aside he clambered up my body and sunk himself deep inside me. Mary’s hands were all over my breasts and I pulled her closer to me so I could kiss her mouth, taste myself on her. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, with her tongue and Marcus’s cock deep inside me I came again and again.

We spent the whole afternoon making love. By the time the two of them left I was exhausted. I showered quickly and then lay back in bed to rest and plan my next erotic adventure and, boy, did I have fun thinking about it.

Good help was hard to find and I had no intentions of every letting Mary go. With her not knowing that I knew about her relationship with John, I had the upper hand. She’d certainly not tell him about Marcus, he’d have no use for her if we divorced and he became single. This way we all received the best of our maid’s services.

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It’s so hot this morning. So unusually hot. Global warming, I’m sure. It’s almost like being in a foreign country. I’ve already started sweating and I haven’t even stepped outdoors yet.

Outside, the birds are singing, plants and flowers are in profusion, the sky is azure blue, broken up with snow-white clouds, and that construction team is working away there, just across our garden fence, making a lot of noise.

It’s cooler in here, but still too hot for comfort. I’m feeling clammy and sweaty, drugged by heat, adrift with my thoughts. I feel a little unreal.

I can see him out there, working. In his T-shirt and tight jeans, laying bricks, one on top of the other, on the wall of that new house being built right next to ours. His hair is flopping over his forehead. His short-sleeved T-shirt is as tight as his blue jeans, emphasizing the rippling of his muscles every time he moves.

So graceful, yet so masculine; occasionally looking in this direction, expecting to see me looking out, as I’m doing right now.

I’m shameless, I suppose, though also absolutely helpless. Having visions of him finally getting the message

and coming over here to open the back door, slip inside, and then…

Oh, dear, what am I thinking?

God, yes, it’s so hot. My clothes are sticking to my skin.  I can feel my blouse clinging to my breasts, exciting the nipples. My husband, John, is out front, inspecting his garden, a Sunday-morning ritual, whiling away a few minutes until it’s time to leave. But I’m not looking at John. I’m looking at that other man, the real man. The sweat trickles between my breasts, my nipples harden and tingle, when he moves and I see his muscles rippling. That short- sleeved T-shirt, those tight blue jeans, the impressive bulge at the crotch…

No, this is ridiculous. It’s pathetic and disgusting. A woman like me shouldn’t be thinking of such things. Particularly since that young man’s half my age.

Though almost certainly more experienced. Looking like that, he would have to be. He’s probably had more women than I’ve had hot breakfasts. He probably knows things that I can’t even imagine, given John’s vocation and sexual inhibitions, our lack of electricity in bed.

Am I just frustrated at the thought of what I might be missing? Is that why I’ve been watching that young man for the past two weeks, ever since that construction team turned up on the plot next door? Is that why I’ve found myself pondering what it would be like if he sensed what I was thinking and decided to take his chances, walk over here, open the kitchen door and march in, to…?

No. It’s perfectly ridiculous. I’m standing here, slightly stunned by the heat, feeling languorous, dreamily sensual, having all sorts of crazy thoughts, these perverse sexual fantasies. I should be ashamed of myself. A woman in my position. And the thought that he might look over, see me looking at him, and decide to do something about it, is clearly preposterous. It’s just not going to happen.

Oh, God, I’m wrong! He’s obviously seen me standing here, looking at him, as I’ve been doing every day for the past fortnight. But this time, having seen me, he’s smiling and putting down his trowel.

Yes, he’s definitely seen me. Now he’s hitching up his jeans, emphasizing his bulging manhood, letting his hand slide across it, drawing attention to it, grinning crookedly as he stares directly at me, letting me know that he knows what I want.

Or am I simply imagining this?

No, I’m not He’s left the building site and is strolling casually towards me, grinning, heading deliberately, at a leisurely pace, for the door of my kitchen, at the rear of the house.

Oh, God, what have I done?

John’s still out front, still tending to his stupid garden, but he could walk in any moment… Walk in just as that young man opens the unlocked back door to…

Lord, what am I thinking? It must be the summer heat, this almost foreign humidity, making me feel all sensual and dreamy, encouraging these licentious, dirty thoughts, this debased wishful thinking.

Yes, that explains it. I’m a middle-aged, childless housewife, a decent, Christian woman, not particularly attractive, but I often find myself wanting to be someone else, a woman who has wild sexual experiences and suffers no guilt. Then I see that young man, so physical, so handsome, like the young Marlon Brando in his T-shirt and jeans, confident in his amoral, animalistic sexuality, and I imagine what it would be like to do it with him: to briefly feel like a younger, more desirable woman. So, yes, there’s a lot of wishful thinking. That’s what we have here.

But, oh God, it’s more than that. It must be more than wishful thinking. Because that young man’s actually opening the back door. I’m frightened that he will, but equally frightened that he won’t, concerned that he might change his mind and go back to the laying of bricks, leaving me here, still frustrated.

Yet mostly, I’ll admit, I’m frightened…surely with good cause.

My husband is outside, at the front of the house, tending his garden, and this young man is about to come in and…

Oh, God, I can’t bear this.

I should stop him, but I can’t. The heat has rendered me helpless. I’m drowsy. Too hot. My clothes are sticking to my breasts, exciting my stiffening nipples as he steps inside. Suddenly, there he is, silhouetted in the doorway, tall and broad, long legs outspread, sweat trickling over the muscles in his arms – pure maleness rampant. He stares steadily at me, looking me up and down, not saying a word,  then, satisfied that he’s doing the right thing, he grins and steps all the way in, closing the door quietly behind him, shutting out the bright sunlight.

So there he stands, in my neat country kitchen, surrounded by pots and pans, looking out of place in his working man’s clothing. With his short-sleeved white T- shirt and tight blue jeans, muscles rippling, crotch emphasised, he looks just like the young Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire.

Like sex incarnate.

My heart starts racing. I can hardly breathe. When I open my lips to say something, perhaps ask him to leave, he places his index finger to his lips – those thick, slightly brutal, sensual lips that I’ve thought about, dreamt about, for the past two weeks.

‘Don’t say a word, lady,’ he says. ‘You don’t have to say anything. I know just what you want.’

I don’t say a word.

He walks across the kitchen and then stops right in front of me. He has a crooked grin, like the young Marlon Brando’s grin, and his lips, like Marlon’s lips, are full, almost feminine, making me wet between the legs at the very thought of what they might do to me. He doesn’t say a word. He just holds that challenging grin. Then he slowly slides his hand around the back of my neck, takes hold of my hair, jerks my head back, looks me straight in the eyes, grinning, calmly taking my measure, then mashes his lips down on mine.

I feel his tongue in my mouth, licking my teeth and gums, filling my mouth with saliva, as he kisses me, passionately, almost brutally. Then I helplessly, shamelessly, respond in kind, kissing him back, pressing myself into him, writhing in his embrace, rubbing my burning belly against his groin, his hot, masculine hardness.

His hand leaves my head, moving down to my spine, the fingers outspread, his strong arm locked around me. His other hand, his free hand, is cupping my rear, squeezing my buttocks, fingering the crack. And as my legs start to tremble, threatening to give way beneath me, he pulls me tighter to him, grinding his hips, deliberately letting me feel his hard…thing…pressing into my belly.

‘Do you like that?’ he whispers, removing his lips from mine, leaning his head back to look at me, his gaze steady and mocking. ‘No,’ he adds before I can answer. ‘You don’t have to reply. I can see by the look on your face that it’s what you’ve been wanting.’

He grins as he says it, pulling me even tighter to him, then he slowly moves his hips from left to right, rubbing his belly against mine, letting me feel his heat and hardness, as he strokes and squeezes my buttocks, still fingering the crack, where, in truth, to my eternal shame, I’ve never been touched before.

I’m so excited, I can hardly breathe. My heart’s racing and I’m trembling all over, too weak to resist, filled with a desire that’s only increased by my dread of being caught.

John is out front, still tending his stupid garden, but he could walk in any moment and see us like this.

The very thought of it, though terrifying, is also exciting. Yes, come in, I find myself thinking. Catch me in the act,

John, darling. It might do you some good.

But I automatically push the young man away from me, offering token resistance despite what I’m feeling.

‘Get out of here,’ I say without conviction. ‘You want me to leave?’

‘Yes,’ I say, ‘right now.’

‘No,’ he says, ‘I don’t think so.’ ‘I think so.’

‘No, you don’t.’

Grinning, he slides his hand around my neck, gently stroking and pressing, then lets his fingers trail down the front of my throat, to the swelling of my bosom, then under the open collar of my blouse. He cups my breast in his hand, squeezes it, kneads the nipple, sending waves of excitement quivering through me. Then he unbuttons the blouse with his other hand, slides it down my arms as if peeling a banana, and lets it fall to the floor.

‘Nice tits,’ he says. Then he lowers his head to kiss each breast in turn, while I tremble, eyes closing, becoming senseless with desire, aware only of his lips on my skin, his hands sliding down my spine, the heat and hardness of his…thing…as he presses his belly against mine, his hips moving languorously.

‘Mmmm,’ he murmurs. ‘Nice.’

‘Yes,’ I gasp. ‘Oh, yes!’

Encouraged, he unclips my bra, lets it fall to the floor, to join the discarded blouse, then bends down to kiss and lick my naked breasts, sucking on one nipple, then the other, as if preparing to eat them. My breasts come alive, the nipples almost on fire, waves of heat radiating out from them, to travel up to my bone-dry throat and then down to my belly. That fire spreads below, making me wet and receptive, excited beyond control, with everything inside me crying out to be penetrated and filled, ravished and consumed. I want to feel his throbbing hardness, his – Oh, say it…his cock – inside me.

Nothing else matters.

With a shock of disbelief, I slide my hands around him, fingers outspread, to stroke his sweat-slicked spine, dig my nails into his skin, squeeze his firm, though quivering, buttocks, pulling him into me with greedy desperation, wanting to feel the rapid growth of his cock beneath his zipped-up blue jeans.

Now his cock feels as hard as a steel rod and I’m helplessly groaning.

‘Yeah, baby,’ he whispers.

Just like Marlon in A Streetcar Named Desire. God help me, I’m dying here.

Lord, yes…desire. I’m consumed by desire. I’m reaching down to feel his cock, wanting to cup it in my hand, to squeeze it and feel it pulsating. And when I do, when I feel it, a real cock in my real hand, even though it’s still covered with the coarse material of the blue jeans, it feels like a small, hot-blooded animal.

‘Try this for size,’ he says.

Before I can unzip him, he pushes me backwards, down onto the kitchen table, causing cups and plates to rattle, then he tugs my dress up over my hips and gropes between my spreading, slippery thighs. He strokes and squeezes me there, pressing down on my pubes with the palm of his hand, rubbing his hand to and fro, massaging me, driving me crazy, then he slips a finger under my knickers and dips it into my wet…

No, I can’t say it. That’s one of those words that John would never let me utter. Another word like ‘cock’. He’d never let me use words that might have made us excited. Crude words. Sexy words. Words deemed to be erotic or pornographic. So I could never say…

Fuck! I could never say fuck. And of course I could never use the word… Cunt!

Lord Almighty, I’ve finally done it – described my cunt as a ‘cunt’. And, even sweeter, young Marlon, my nameless stud who looks like Brando, is moving his finger in and out of my wet cunt, first a finger, then a thumb, to make me writhe and moan, a slave to whatever he might desire. Then he takes hold of my clit and plays with it while I gasp and groan helplessly.

‘God, yes, fuck me!’ I cry out. ‘In my cunt! Fill my cunt with your cock!’

He rips my knickers off, unzips himself, takes out his cock, hard, engorged and pulsing, then puts the tip of it to me – down there, where I’m wet, warm and soft – making me open out like one of John’s flowers, offering honey to the bee. Then I feel his cock moving up inside me, in my cunt, and he’s fucking me.

Yes, he’s fucking me. I can use that word at last. And just using it excites me all the more, encouraging me to raise my hips up off the table, opening my legs farther, my feet meeting on the blade of his curved spine, locking him to me. ‘Don’t stop, Marlon,’ I moan, forgetting who he is, imagining for a moment that he’s actually the real item. ‘God, just do it to me. Do what you want to me. Anything!

Any way! Just do it and do it really quick, before my husband comes in. Do anything you want, show me everything you know, and don’t stop until you hear the front door opening. Oh, Christ, oh my Lord, oh my master, I’m all yours for the taking. Fuck me blind. Fuck me rigid. God, I want you, I need you, I love you. Anything you want. Anything!’

He’s thrusting in and out, first violently, then more slowly, in deep, languid motions, moving this way, then that, touching me here and there, filling up my insides in a way that I haven’t known before…because John is so useless.

Ah, God, that’s beautiful. Ah, Jesus, give me more. Belly slapping on belly, groin to groin, as he squeezes my tits, bites my neck and puts his tongue in my mouth. Just keep doing it, don’t stop, keep going for now and all time, till death do us part.

What…?

God, no! He’s pulling out. Straightening up to look down at me. He’s grinning and letting me see what he’s got and it’s something to see. I’ve never seen a real cock close up like this before. I mean, I’ve never looked at John’s. When we do it, we’re always under the blankets and John does it furtively. Him and his damned religion. His puritan thinking. Pretending he’s not really doing it, even when he’s hard at it, though in his inexperienced, woefully inept way, held back by his many inhibitions.

No such inhibitions with Marlon. He’s looking down at me, grinning, as he curls his fingers around his cock, pumps it gently, teasing me, then leans forward to put his hand behind my head and tug me upright. I slide off the table, onto my knees, and there it is right in front of me.

He’s still holding it, thrusting it at my lips, letting me know what he wants. I’ve never done this before (it would

shock John if I tried) but right now I want to make a meal of it and so I open my lips. I’m taking it in, sucking it, licking it, trying to swallow it, and he’s holding my head with his free hand to ease it backwards and forwards. It’s so thick and smooth, so hot and hard. I feel its tip at the back of my throat and almost swoon from the feeling.

‘Yes, baby,’ he drawls, withdrawing, ‘that was nice. Now let’s try it this way.’

He slides his hands over my shoulders and down to my breasts. After squeezing my tits, he cups his hands under my armpits and raises me off my knees. When I’m standing upright, breathing heavily, feeling dizzy, wet as a swamp down below, he flips me over to press me face down on the table.

I spread my hands out to grip the sides of the table, my feet on the floor, my arse in the air. I think he wants to enter me from the rear, but he needs to prepare me.

‘Where’s the butter?’ he asks.

Instantly, I think of Marlon Brando again. This time the mature Brando of Last Tango in Paris. The infamous butter scene. Marlon and Maria, one on top of the other, him slipping his buttery finger in before penetrating her with the real thing, though still wearing his pants.

God, no, I can’t! It’s too awful to contemplate! On the other hand…

How will one learn if one doesn’t experiment? I mean, John would never attempt it. He might secretly think about it, licking his puritan lips, but I doubt that he’d have the nerve to try it. Poor John, so religious, so inhibited, that neither of us has ever had a good time between the sheets, never mind stretched out on the kitchen table, as I am right now.

‘The butter’s in the jar behind my head,’ I hear myself whispering. ‘But I don’t think…’

‘Be quiet,’ he says.

As he stretches out over my spine, trying to reach the butter-jar, the tip of his cock slides along my arse cheeks as if trying to get in before its time. It’s hot. It’s hard. My buttocks twitch in response. I hear the butter-jar rattling, feel his chest on my shoulder-blades, then he straightens up again, breathing heavily, until he’s standing behind me. I close my eyes and clench my teeth and hear a groaning that can only come from me. He pushes into me, slow and hard, and at first it feels too tight, but then, as I shiver with pain and pleasure, he pushes in all the way.

My thoughts scatter and spin.

Oh, God, this can’t be true. I can’t really be doing this. I’ve often thought about it, wondering what it would be like, but it’s not the kind of thing that a decent, Christian woman dwells upon.

I think I’m going to die. Now I’m nothing but sensation. I turn my face to the side and look out through the front window to see John bending over some flowers, sniffing them lovingly. He loves those flowers, I’m convinced, even more than he loves me. He loves me in his own way, but doesn’t know how to please me, because he wouldn’t want to believe what it is that I truly need. He’s a Christian, a puritan, and that makes him strictly limited. I’m deprived because he thinks it would be depraved to do what I dream about.

God, he’s just turned to look back at the front door. He can’t come in now!

Yet the fear of that thought only makes me more excited so I clutch the sides of the table even tighter, groaning with delight.

‘Don’t stop now!’ I cry out.

Thank God, he doesn’t stop. He just moves ever faster, thrusting ever more violently, breathing harshly and

grunting like an ape having a romp in the jungle. I’m feeling really horny now. Like an animal in heat. I couldn’t stop him now if I tried, but I’ve no intention of trying.

He’s standing right behind me, thrusting in and out, a stallion. Leaning forward, he runs his fingers through my hair, then slips his thumb between my lips and starts moving it in and out, just like his cock in my cunt, making me feel that I’m sucking on a second cock.

Instantly, I have visions of two men at me at the same time, one behind me, the other in front, and as his thumb moves in and out, as I hungrily lick and suck, imagining the thumb to be bigger and harder than it actually is, he continues to attack my rear passage with the real thing. He’s reducing me to a pulp, protoplasm, pure sensation, turning me into an animal that knows nothing but physical need, wanting only to satisfy its base instincts, wallowing in the mud.

‘Yes!’ I beg. ‘Yes!’

Then I see John again. He’s wiping dirt from his hands as he glances at the house. That means he’s about to come back in and tell me it’s time for us to leave. The very thought of it fills me with panic and the panic excites me more.

‘Don’t stop!’ I cry out in desperation. ‘Oh, God, don’t stop now!’

He doesn’t stop. Instead, he pulls out of my rear passage and flips me onto my back, preparing to slip into me that way. But he doesn’t get the chance. I’m now awash in my own juices. When I see him standing there, his huge cock thrusting arrogantly out of his unzipped jeans, I simply have to taste it again. So I slide off the table and fall onto my knees to slip my lips over his rigid tool and start gobbling frantically.

‘Oh, boy,’ he says, ‘that’s your husband out there. And I think he’s about to come back in. Christ, I’ve got to get out of here!’

‘Not yet!’ I cry, releasing his cock from my mouth, then I stand up and fall back onto the table, spreading my legs.

‘Oh, please God, just finish it!’

As I frantically reach up to pull him down upon me, the fear of being caught by my husband lances through me, making it all the more exciting. Young Marlon falls upon me, all muscle and bone. He’s biting my neck and his tongue is in my mouth and then I’m licking his ears, nose and throat as my legs lock around his rocking hips and my feet drum frantically on his buttocks. His belly smacks on my belly, his cock fills me up again. We move together, one on top of the other, my groin rising to meet his groin as he presses down upon me and pushes brutally into me.

I’m sobbing and groaning, whispering, ‘Fuck me! Don’t stop!’ as my husband, that dear man, that innocent buffoon, commences the short walk to the front door, about to enter the house.

‘Now!’ I shriek. ‘Come now!’

Marlon comes like Niagara Falls, like a dam breaking loose, and I come at the same time, spasm piling on spasm, everything pouring out as it’s never done before, satisfying me for the first time in my life. A sexual Nirvana, heaven- sent, a dream come true. And we both shudder convulsively and collapse into each other. And I’m just returning to earth, getting my senses back, when I hear the front door opening and realise that John, my dear husband, is entering the house.

Luckily, he’s entering through the front door, two rooms away from here.

Marlon pulls out on the instant, tucks his wilting cock back in, whispers, ‘You’re terrific,’ zips himself up as he

hurries to the back door. I roll off the table, sexually satisfied, feeling terrific, depraved on account of being deprived throughout the long years of marriage. Marlon leaves by the back door. I adjust my rumpled clothing. I quickly comb my hair and touch up my lipstick (always modestly, respectably, applied), then rearrange the crockery on the table, until everything looks normal again.

Which, of course, it is.

Because none of that happened. It’s only what I wanted to happen. What I often desperately wish and dream might happen.

I’m looking through the back window and can see that young man out there, a vision of pure masculinity in his T- shirt and blue jeans. He’s certainly not Marlon Brando. In fact, he looks quite ordinary as he lazily lays the bricks of that new house. He looks common, a bit of rough trade, but that’s what makes him sexy.

John has just made his way from the living room, through the dining room, and is now standing in the kitchen doorway, smiling lovingly at me. He has a kind face, but he’s prematurely bald, has a burgeoning pot belly, and  wears a black suit and clerical collar. He’s the one who’ll be giving the sermon and it’s rarely exciting.

‘Time for church, dear,’ he says.

‘I’ll just fix my hair and put on my hat,’ I reply. ‘I’ll meet you outside, darling.’

‘Excellent,’ he says.

When he leaves the kitchen, I look through the back window and see young Marlon Brando out there, laying brick upon brick in the rising heat. He knows I’m watching him. He sometimes smiles in my direction. Some day, if I get up the nerve, I just might invite him in for a drink – a glass of lemonade or a cup of tea, maybe something stronger. And if I ever get up the nerve to do that, who knows what might happen?

But right now, alas, I have to pin up my hair, cover it with my broad, respectable hat, then put my arm through the arm of my dear husband, so loving, so boring, and let him walk me to church, this sunny Sunday morning.

I’m a decent, Christian woman, after all, and we’re the kind who have to keep up appearances.

All the rest is a daydream.

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