Hello, Kelly?

Yes, can I help you?

Hi, it’s me, Heather. Rick wanted me to call you.

That bastard! I couldn’t believe Rick had transformed me is just a few days into doing something so outrageously not me. Not only was I allowing myself to fall into this perplexing mess of becoming my husband’s cuckold, but it seems as though I was becoming an active participant as well. There was no denying that I was the one on the phone about to arrange this twisted rendezvous between myself and Kelly. I had tried convincing myself all morning that I really didn’t have a choice. Rick had given me the choice of Kelly or some unknown guy, so I had to go with the one I already knew. Besides, I’m pretty finicky when it comes to sex and the thought of just getting my bottom knocked out by some stranger wasn’t appealing at all. But I guess anything that Rick was doing to me these days wasn’t supposed to be appealing. After all, I had just realized last night that my training had two phases each step of the way; first I would be humiliated and forced to endure something really off the wall, then I would be rewarded with an outrageously wild fuck. So, here we are!

Why would he want you to call me? Did he want to move up our date?

She had to know what was going on, just by the tone of her voice and the way I could tell she was exercising my place in all this. Her obviously heightened state of arousal let me know she was having a blast waiting to hear me ask the very words that indicated a certain level of surrender to my training. I was coming one step closer to their idea of a finished product.

Not his date. I’m supposed to ask you to come over for my benefit.

But I thought you had a date with that guy from… did that fall through or something?

I knew now that she knew the whole story. She was trying to get me to say that she had been my choice. I had to play along.

I asked Rick not to do that to me. He offered to… he said he would let me… I don’t know what to say. I’ve never done anything like this before.

What? You mean telling a girl that you have the hots for her?

I guess. I know that anything with you has got to be better than getting fucked by some guy he probably found in a bar.

That’s not exactly making me feel like your first choice.

I suddenly feared that Kelly would refuse and I would be stuck with a strange man tonight, so I poured it on.

No, no. I mean, I’ve never done either of those things before, but after last night when you came over… it would be a lot more pleasant if you came over tonight. Please?

You’re making me sound like the lesser of two evils here girl. Am I that horrible?

No, you’re beautiful. I just never made it with a girl before. It’s a little scary to me. I feared I was losing her because of being wishy-washy. After you left last night, I was wishing you hadn’t. You know so much about what’s being forced on me now that I think of you as my best friend in all this. So when you felt me up… it… felt pretty good. Will you please come over tonight. I really need your help. No… I want your help.

I’m sorry, but I just don’t…

I felt her slipping away, so I stopped her before she could finish making up her mind out loud with something I knew would entice her.

Pleeease? If I’m going to be any good at this… for Rick, I need you to train me, not some stranger. And you’re his mistress now. Don’t you want me to be properly trained? I was sitting right in front of a mirror while I was on the phone, but I had to drop my head in shame to keep from seeing the girl I had become.

Offer me something special.

What did this girl want from me?

You can have whatever you want. I just know I want you tonight. You name it, I’ll give it to you. Even as I waited for her response I started realizing all the horrendous possibilities that I just opened myself to.

May I embarrass you?

I thought about it, and I knew it would seal the deal. I really didn’t have a choice.

Of course you may. How will I learn otherwise?

That’s so sweet of you. Wrap yourself up in a pretty package then, and a pink bow; we’ll be over at eight. See you tonight.

She hung up before I had a chance to say another word. The bitch left me in utter fear. She hadn’t said I’ll be over tonight, she said we’ll be over. Did she mean Rick and her? She had to mean that because nothing else had been spoken of to suggest differently. I had no time to think about it now, I had to get to work. I was running late because of how long we had spent on the phone.

My day seemed to drag on longer than normal. I worked at a coffee house and every time a woman was slightly polite to me, I envisioned Kelly within them. This one pretty girl made me so nervous by something as little as placing her hand on mine as I was taking her order. It reminded me that I was a servant. I was here to serve her coffee, and in just hours I would be serving up myself to Kelly and Rick. I wanted to talk to somebody, anybody so much about this whole cuckold thing. What was happening to me? Why had I lost my will power to be me?

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My fucking boyfriend Rick is an asshole. How in the world could he bring that slutty little bitch into our house right in front of me? He doesn’t have a god damn clue how much it hurts me to see her sitting on his lap as he’s feeling her tits up. I know I should be running to the bedroom to cry uncontrollably and pack my bags, but I was frozen in place as I needed to find out just how much he could possibly humiliate me while at the same time profess his love for me.

The girl I had just been introduced to five minutes ago was named Shelly. And while she giggled and teased him by brushing his hands away from her chest, she kept flashing me her disgusting smirks at the power she had over me. She knew as well as I did what she was doing. She was proving to me that as much as she would push him away, it was his choice to keep going back after her, not me. It was obvious that he had prepared her for what to expect of me and that she knew I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop her. That bastard knew I wasn’t go to leave him, and worse yet, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. It would take me a while to catch on, but this was part of that training he had been talking about that he was going to use to correct my behavior. The fucker told me he was going to make me his cuckold, and as much as I hated him for it, I knew now that he was really serious.

It was about three days ago when I first heard the word cuckold from him. He had been on some literary porn site and had been reading all about female cuckolds all night. I saw the paper towels sitting on the floor that meant he had just fisted himself again. I was use to catching him looking at pictures of girls online and whacking off, but I had no idea he had developed a fetish for reading porn stories. It was sort of my fault that I had let it go this far, but he became such a tiger in bed after fantasizing over strange women that I had learned to not only accept it, but liked the side benefits of it. Especially since some of the things he would pick up left me lame for hours.

I decidedly had enough of watching the two of them go at it when Rick told me to get them each a beer. Instead I turned and went to the bedroom. As soon as I got there I felt really dumb when I thought that they could very well end up there as well. I got the laundry and headed for the laundry room in the basement.

I had just reached the basement when I heard them stumbling to the bedroom. My heart felt ill and I started crying quietly. I wanted to hear if the bed started banging around oddly enough. I went through disgusting pictures in my mind over what they were doing now that they were all alone. I decided that if he really liked her enough that I was packing my bags and leaving, despite my love for him.

The thing that really bothered me the most is Shelly. She was a dog as far as I was concerned. And every girl knows that the only thing worse than getting cheated on is when it’s with a dog. It’s tantamount to rubbing salt in an open wound. I knew the only thing she really had to entice Rick with were her tits. They weren’t huge, but they were bigger than mine and he had always told me how he liked variety.

Despite what was going on right over my head at his very moment, I still couldn’t believe that Rick thought he could cuckold me as he had expressed. He had explained that the first step would be to get me use to other men and women being around and in sexual situations. Then he told me he would have to start getting me involved with pleasing the people he brought home. I swore I would never do that because I wasn’t a prostitute. He took great pains to explain to me the subtle differences, even if I were to earn him some money. Fat chance of that coming about.

Actually, I was so ashamed that not more than a few hours ago I had masturbated as I showered thinking about what it would be like to fuck around with another guy… or maybe even a girl. But that was all harmless fantasy and had nothing to do with anyone else.

After whimpering about my situation that was going on upstairs for the last ten minutes, I realized there wasn’t any noise. I figured that Shelly, and probably Rick as well had gone someplace. I crept up the stairs and still heard nothing. I walked past the bedroom door and saw that bitch sitting between my boyfriend’s legs, topless, and leaning her back against his chest.

Rick cried out for me to take a look at her boobies as I scampered away. I basically hid from the two of them until she left and then wanted a major fight with my guy. I was steaming when I caught up to him in the living room. As soon as he saw me I started raging at him. He put his finger to his lips and motioned for me to come to him so he could whisper something to me. I couldn’t figure out why he wanted to be quiet, but I fell for it and went to him. As soon as I was within arms reach, he grabbed me, spun me around and pulled me to his lap.

I was still pissed at him and wanted nothing to do with him at the moment. I kept demanding him to let go of me, but he started feeling me up and fingering me through my shorts. I began flailing my arms and legs while trying to get away from him. He wanted to mess around with me and I wanted to cut his prick off. The more I struggled to get away from him, the harder he fought to strip my shorts from me so he could have sex with me.

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The next couple of weeks flew by without any real problems at all. Life between Jason and I seemed to be back on track; other than my teasing him over nearly every hunk of a man that we passed by.

After my vaginal muscles tightened up, even our sex went right back to normal. The height that it went to however was much greater. Jason didn’t even seem to mind much that I took to teasing and taunting him throughout our love making. I was becoming very aware that I could greatly enhance his climax by throwing some well placed verbal assaults at him just as we were both about to get off. We had found a really cool place to exist in our new lives and we were both quite happy about it all.

I had just started a job myself as a receptionist at a small business. It was a little boring, but there were a couple of cute guys that I would occupy my time with during the leaner hours. I looked at them as co-workers and that meant I had no serious plans of hitting on them, despite the fact that they often hit on me. One of them was even married, but that didn’t deter him from making suggestive remarks over us possibly hooking up.

It was Friday and since Jason had collected his first paycheck, we decided to go out on the town. I teased Jason unmercifully before leaving that I was really going to get dressed up to go hunting for Manmeat; not him. I had started referring to the side of my newly acquired permissive life style in set ways so that I could not only get a rise out of Jason, but really more to get him ready for the next time I felt the need for a stranger’s arms around me.

Jason had stepped out for a moment when Abby had called and I caught her up on things. I had told her almost every detail of what had been transpiring in our lives even though I kept our conversations hidden from Jason. I needed a confidant though and since she was a hundred miles away and still my best friend, she was it. She could be a devil to poor Jason though. Knowing the new permissions I had to act on my once hidden desires, she would always want to know if I had seen my next victim. It’s funny, I sort of thought as Jason as the victim in all this.

When Jason came back through the door, I decided to cut things short so he wouldn’t catch me telling her something too personal. But the bitch left me crunching my thighs together when she told me that since we were going out for the night that I ought to give Jason a hard time and find my next hookup. I playfully told her to blow it out her ass and hung up, but that one quick exchange planted a seed in my mind that stuck there. It remained so close to the forefront of my thoughts that when I dressed to go out, it wasn’t just my typically cute style I would wear to be with Jay, but rather provocatively. Jason didn’t seem to notice, so I guess he figured I had dressed up just to be on his arm.

At first, we were just going to walk to the bar next door, but Jason wanted something to eat as well, so we drove down the road to a bar/restaurant combo. The second we stepped inside, Jason said, Oh, god!

I had to ply him for what he had his mind set on, and finally he told me that he had instantly seen all the guys and thought, Flirt City. I promised him I would be nice, but my sweet gent knew I had been very nice for over two weeks now and told me, No, it’s okay. I said I’d take you out to have fun, so…

I stared into his deep blue eyes for a moment and told him, Damn, I have the most awesome boyfriend. Between you and Abby, you guys can drive me…

I caught myself and realized I had opened a door I had wanted to leave closed very tightly.

Jay asked, Between me and Abby what?

I hummed and hawed for a moment and then he asked me again. It’s just that the two of you don’t think I can live without… screwing around.

Jason smiled as he looked over the menu and asked, So, she told you to go looking for a replacement for Mack?

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When Jason’s eyes opened, he looked down to see me attached to his prick by my mouth. I smiled up at him and he was probably very surprised to see me going at him while he had been asleep. It didn’t really matter how I got to where I was, he was just glad to see that I would perform the same acts on him as my part timers. I knew that getting blowjobs wasn’t one of his greatest likes, but come on; what guy is going to refuse one.

It had been a week since I had my last romp with Jack and Bull, and I woke up horny as all hell thinking about that night. I had gotten my first paycheck at my new job yesterday and we had planned on going out to celebrate as we had with Jason’s first pay day. Unfortunately, there was a huge storm and we hunkered down into each other’s arms for a very special sex session of our own. It proved very illuminating as we talked very openly between, and even during, our sexual forays.

Jason finally admitted to me that with my urging and help, he was becoming somewhat use to the nasty things I was putting him through. The toughest times for him were obvious; having to give Mack a blowjob because it had happened in front of me, and the thought of me going over board in front of other men. It was one thing for me to encourage him to do stuff for me behind closed doors, but it was something all together different with a witness to his denigration.

My secrets were mostly over how wild and special my life had become since Jason had given me such an absolute freedom over my sex life. He already knew that a huge thrill for me was, for lack of better words, humiliating him and degrading him as a man. He knew I didn’t really feel that way, but in the throes of sex it drove me wild to treat him as my sex toy. I was a sadist in that way, but as long as it didn’t involve pain, he agreed that it wouldn’t kill him. As a matter of fact, it was the very thing that was his driving force in sex, but it was only because it went through me first. That was explained to me when we began playing – Would you rather…

I asked if he would rather get a blowjob from me, or give me one of his wild earth moving lickings. I know that ninety-nine percent of all males would immediately say the obvious, but not my Jason. He genuinely would rather be between my legs so he could see my face and my reactions to how frigging mad he could drive me. And that train of thought carried through to virtually every other aspect of sex for him. He was just a natural pleaser, a giver if you will, as opposed to a taker.

I, on the other hand was a taker. When in my special sex driven mind, everything was about me and that drove me into a sadist lowlife porn queen. Luckily, Jason understood exactly what he meant to me, what I truly thought about him, and was willing to accept me even when I went into bitch mode; on one condition. He had to be on the receiving end of my face showing just how enraptured I was over what was going on.

I had even confessed something I found really hard to admit to Jay, and was probably the driving force behind my having his prick in my mouth at the moment. I confessed to him that I would rather have his face between my legs to finish me off after a clandestine romp than his cock. It was really hard to tell him that his size just wasn’t up to par with what I had before meeting him, or what I was finding with my new found freedom. He amazed me one more time when he agreed that he was far from well endowed and even credited that fact as the reason he had become so talented with his mouth. Naturally I had to tease him over that statement by bringing up that Mack would have to agree with his assessment. He also said that the one thing that would bother him would be if I pretended his cock was as big as my other lovers, and would then cause him an inferior complex over my need to lie about it. Just as quickly, he asked me not to make his lack of stature part of my repertoire to use against him. Naturally, since I knew he was confident in his own shoes, I promised I would probably do just that to him.

I could tell that I was giving Jason a very successful blowjob by the writhing he was doing. And I guess I was driving him a bit crazy, as well, because he brought up our last subject of last night. We had talked about my frequency of extra curricular activities and I was worried that it was already too much, but Jason told me he sort of thought I would have stepped out on him even more. He was glad that I was keeping it to a minimum, which I didn’t really agree with, and that he sort of got off on the way I acted when getting ready for a date. He basked in my inability to hide my excitement and exuberance and thought of it as his reward for not complaining. He really just loved seeing me happy, no matter what it took.

The only thing that really bothers me is your safety. I worry that you’re going to run off with the wrong guy some night, and… I took a look up to see Jason was extremely worried over that point, but there really wasn’t an entirely safe way to ever hook up with a guy. I even told him how I had wished that he had stayed that night in the parking lot to watch over me. Then, this sweet SOB in my mouth said the sweetest thing. We need to work on getting you what you want, safely. I was thinking that maybe we could go places and I could pretend to be your brother or something, so that I can hang around and watch over you.

I slurped off his cock and asked, You could do that for me… with me in the next room, fucking another guy?

As I suspected, it was all about safety for me, and his ego didn’t seem to matter one bit. The thought that there didn’t seem to be an end to what my love would do for me, flushed me with euphoric desire and I sucked his cock for all I was worth. I wanted to push him over the edge and paused just long enough to say, I want you to find my next lover. Show me how it’s done. The second I took him back into my mouth, I felt him swell over the idea of doing that and he was quickly coming to the point of no return. I did the thing he really liked the best at the end of a blowjob, and sank my mouth as deep over him as I could go; truly balls deep.

Just as he began firing his cum into my mouth, the last thing I heard him say made me smile in delight. He said almost dreamily, I’ll find you a guy alright!

Normally I would just swallow it down for Jason, but this time I decided to use his own semen to show him a lesson. I worked to catch it all in my mouth and when I was sure he was done, I crawled up over his body. His eyes grew wide over knowing for sure that I was going to spit it into his mouth, but he was wrong. I did get into his face, managed to allow my mouth to open just enough to show Jay that I had all his cum in it, and then swallowed it down with a huge grin on my face.

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I woke up to a beautiful Saturday morning and had such a craving for Mack to ravage me as only Mack knew how to do. Jason was still sound asleep and I knew he’d hate me if he knew what I was thinking after what happened to him last week. I needed to get off so badly after thinking about that, that I began fingering myself over the images still running through my head.

While I worked myself off, I ran through all the gritty details of that day and when I remembered inviting Abby into town, my fingers took on a mission of their own. I had often masturbated while thinking about Abby, but now that she had told me that hooking up with her was a real possibility, I had all kinds of perverse thoughts about her. Unfortunately for Jason, he was a part of those thoughts as well. I dreamed of telling Abby all about how my training him as my cuckold was moving along, and even some of the details I had still been too ashamed for Jason’s sake to admit to her.

Though I had briefly mentioned to Jason on a couple of occasions that he was my cuckold now, I purposely kept from telling him just how much I was working overtly and subconsciously to reach that end. I knew that when I was able to openly talk about his new role in front of any of our affairs that he would be properly trained. I cursed Mack every time I would think of that word training, because he had been the one to implant it into my head in the first place. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, I had accepted very quickly the desire to train, not only another human being for my pleasure, but to do it to the one I loved most. There was something highly erotic about knowing what I was doing to him, and as long as I thought he could accept what I was demanding of him without any real permanent mental scars, I was going to press forward until I had molded him into the perfect sex toy for me to enjoy.

I thought for sure that my climax was going to wake Jay, but he didn’t seem to notice a thing as my images melted away into a river of stored memory once more. However, this time Mack didn’t leave. I knew why and I had to finally meet that problem head on when it suddenly came to me how to do it. He had been the one to start me down this road of depravity, and as I hatched my scheme, all the tiny details fell into place. I grinned brighter than the sun when I went over the details in my mind, and even though Jason might not like the role he would play in my plan, he would love the results. I got up and went for a walk to mull over all the risks and benefits, but I knew that if I pulled everything off just right that I would soon be the keeper of two cuckolds, and in the end I would still get the pleasure of fucking the crap out of Mack on my terms.

As if on cue, Abby called and wanted to get caught up on the past week of what I had been doing to Jason. As my confidant, she was the only person in the world to really know about my somewhat hidden efforts to train Jason; even what the eventual outcome was to be. She also had been made priLynne to Mack’s last assault on us and that meant that I was about to tell her what I had just come up with as my sounding board. Just as I had thought, she loved my idea, too. The risks of something going wrong were just as bothersome to her, but we plotted how to take precautions to protect the entirety of the plan. I ended our conversation just as I got back to the motel with a very tantalizing idea for her; getting fucked by Mack to see just what I had been bragging about. At first she reminded me that Kenny was still her boyfriend, but all I had to do was remind her of the new life I had been enjoying to get her onboard with a quick affair.

I jumped on the bed when I saw Jason stirring and woke him up with my news. To get the greatest results, not to mention my own greatest sexual benefits, I couldn’t tell him everything or even what the expected outcome was to be; but he would endure when it happened just as he had been all along. Jason wanted to know how I would get to see Mack again since he hadn’t been by to lay claim to us in over a week; a fact which had bothered us every day. I sort of figured that he was either locked up in some jail, or just trying to drive us crazy. Jason suggested that I might find him at the bar, but I didn’t want any witnesses to be able to say I had invited Mack back to my arms.

After getting dressed, we went next door for some breakfast and continued talking over the plans, but there was one little thing I needed to complete my scheme and I didn’t have a clue where to get it from; until I thought about Abby again. I made a quick call to her and though she didn’t have what I needed, she knew someone that did. I could tell that she saw it as the perfect reason for coming out to see me, but the bitch made me all but promise to get her into bed to talk her into doing it for me. She tried to hide her desire for some lesbian action, but it squeeked through. Poor Jason was whispering that he wasn’t going to see her if she did come out and I shushed him repeatedly over his protests. I had already made up my mind over what he was going to put up with, so he wasn’t going to change my mind with a little whining.

Abby told me that she could make it out to us by four in afternoon and that meant that the only real problem was getting a hold of Mack. Then I saw a horrible side of Abby that I never knew was in her; she suggested that I use Jason as chum; and she was right. Since I knew Mack went to the bar across from our old motel nearly every night, he would most certainly be there on Saturday. I would have to send Jason out there to walk the street as some kind of a hooker. I knew Mack loved torturing Jason so much that he would pick right up on any chance to humiliate him whenever the situation presented itself. I would have to use all my best efforts to persuade Jason to take the risk of getting face fucked again, but I knew I could do it. Once again however, Jason was going to meet his fears head on once more, and with far more than just Mack.

My last serious concern was what if Mack wasn’t alone? Mack was dangerous enough on his own and I knew the risks would go exponential with every friend he might allow to tag along. I decided to leave that up to Jason to handle as his second little task and he would have to be just as clandestine with that as everything else would be tonight. I spent the rest of the day waiting for Abby to arrive and working out my script to include dotting every i and crossing every t.

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My wife Brandi and I had told each other when we got married that we knew that sex drive was often stronger than marriage, sowe agreed that if the opportunity and desire to have sex with others came up, we would be free to act on it.We had been married a little over two years, and I was going with some work friends to Vegas to celebrate our promotions. Brandi was a little upset that she wasn’t going, but she also didn’t want to hang around a bunch of my work friends for three days. A week before I left I jokingly suggested to her that she find some hot young man to fuck her while I was gone.When Brandi dropped me off at the airport, she was wearing her usual summer outfit of tiny shorts and a tank top, no bra.

Brandi was 27 at the time. She has a great little ass and tiny little tits with almost permanently hard nipples. I had already forgotten about what I had told her earlier that week, but as Ifound out later, she apparently hadn’t!I arrived home from Vegas about 2 a.m., three days later. Brandi was in bed, asleep, I thought. When I finished showering the travel sweat off and I climbed into bed, Brandi sat up and turned on the light on the nightstand.

She was wearing asee-through camisole and a matching thong. She said Welcome home, sweetie! and began kissing me passionately. Wow I thought, she really missed me! as she kissed her way down my stomach. Brandi soon peeled down my boxers and began sucking my cock. She sucked me for a good minute before mumbling, You want to hear what a naughty girl I’ve been while you were away? I thought she was playing a game; we had done things like this before, so I said, Sure! What have you done?

Well, She said, I was REALLY naughty. Like you told me to do. She sucked my cock some more, and I began to remember whatI had told her the week before.Did you do it with another man? I asked, not really believing that she did. Mmmm-hmmm! She mumbled on my cock.

I did what you said and found a young man to fuck. I still didn’t believe her. So I pulled her head up and pressed for details. Here is what she told me as her hands caressed mycock.Two days before you left I was at the grocery store. The bag boy was really cute. 5′ 8, blonde hair, skinny and relaxed. I made him carry my groceries out to the car. I found out he had just graduated high school, so I gave him my cell phone number and told him I would like to see him again. The morning before I took you to the airport, he called me and said he wanted to get together tomorrow. I told him to meet me in the grocery store parking lot at 2:00 p.m.I was really horny all day before I met with him and masturbated several times.

I put on a pink thong, shorts and a tight white tank-top. I met him at the store and had him follow me back here. I felt so naughty walking upstairs to the bedroom with him behind me, knowing I was about to cheat on my husband for the first time in my life. She then looked at me and said You’re not mad at me, are you honey?

I assured her I wasn’t, though I wasn’t yet convinced she wasn’t just making it up.Well, we got to the bedroom and I put my arms around his neck and started kissing him. His hands went under my shirt so I helped him take it off. He began to suck my nipples, and I unbuttoned his shirt. While he took it off I undid my shorts and showed him my thong.

He started to kiss my ass and fondle my wet pussy through my thong. I was so wet. I turned around and undid his shorts. After he took off all his clothes, I told him to lie on the bed. I knew he was young and would not last long the first time, so I got the Astro Glide and lubed up his cock slowly with my hand. I stroked him for about a minute and a half while I lay beside him and let him suck my nipples. He soon came hard, shooting his jizz all over my tummy and thong. I saw a chance to find out if my wife was just telling tales. Do you still have this cum-covered thong? I asked. Without a word,she jumped up and opened her bottom dresser drawer. She pulled out her pink thong and showed it to me. There were some cum-like stains, and boy did it smell like a man’s cum! Holy shit!

I said, You’re really serious!

My wife nodded vigorously and once again began stroking my cock. Then she continued her tale.I took off my thong and he lay me back and started to go down on me. He wasn’t too good at it, but it felt nice having a strange tongue in my pussy! When he was hard again he moved up between my legs and pushed his cock inside me. I told him we had to use a condom, but I let him fuck me for a few seconds without one because it felt so good. At this point my cock was about to explode, so I took off my wifes thong and got on top of her, sliding my cock slowly into her extremely wet pussy. She continued to whisper her tale in my ear as I slowly fucked her.

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Have we ever been late? Jack roared over the cacophony of sounds in the very busy and lively restaurant. His smile was practically going from ear to ear.

As I said. So far so good, Dan Sulley replied. I don’t want things getting sloppy down the road. He was in good spirits just as we were.

I promise to keep watching over your orders carefully, I said. I gulped down the rest of my beer and sneaked a peek again at the beautiful blond over at the next table. I noticed that I have been checking out other women recently. I have a knockout of a wife at home.

Jack paid the bill using the corporate account credit card. Dinner was done early as our customer had to get to the airport. Jack drove Dan Sulley and I swiftly in his Sebring convertible. It was a balmy night and the air hitting my face at 70 miles per hour was making me relaxed and content.

After we said our goodbyes to Mr. Sulley, Jack said, We are done so early. Todd, I am sure your wife isn’t expecting you for another three hours. I know this bar a few miles away. And the best of all the company is paying for it.

Yeah, sure, I responded casually. I had no reason to go to bars anymore. I was a married man. On the other hand, Jack was still single and probably fucked over five hundred women of all color, age and marital status. He was definitely a chick magnet. It wasn’t because of his looks but rather of his demeanor and confidence with women. But mostly, I suspected because he wasn’t a nice guy. Girls wereattracted to his bad boy image. The worse he treated them, the more of them he got.

He swerved his car into the parking lot It was a stand-alone building with a dull lighted sign over the door proclaiming its name, Swifty’s. The outside walls were covered with thick wines and the inside had that deceptive look of promise that never really panned out. The people seemed to recognize Jack as he walked confidently to a dark booth. I followed sheepishly. I was sure my marital status was being beamed to everyone in the bar.

Do you see that girl sitting alone at the bar. I am going to invite her over, Jack proclaimed.

Before I could even acknowledge his statement, he was off striking a conversation. She was responding favorably. She didn’t have that get lost look that I faced so often in my single days. In another half a minute, with drinks in tow the two of them approached the booth. Smiles everywhere.

Isabelle, this is my best friend and fellow sales director, Todd, Jack said magnanimously. I shook hands with the unusually attractive woman that seemed to be too good for this bar. She was a brunette with short hair, a perky nose and a generous mouth. She wore a short skirt and a tight top. But the two things that made my pecker involuntarily

twitch were her light brown eyes and her long shapely legs that I wouldn’t mind spending a whole night adoring. It was times like this that I felt envious of single men like Jack, so free to fuck around.

Jack already had me out of the loop by mentioning to Isabelle that I was happily married with a beautiful wife waiting for me at home. Couldn’t do much else so I made polite conversation.

But Isabelle kept me on the verge of craziness. Poor thing, she said, her hand giving me a delicious squeeze to my shoulder. You should be at home with your wife.

I was getting horny for my wife but mwhatever little interest she had in sex was now totally depleted. She would do anything to avoid the physical contact. Danielle was built like a model. The few times I had the opportunity to see her in a two-piece at the beach caused such a stir among the men. It had made me feel good to get those guys envious. But even that no longer happened. How I would wish she would just prance around naked in the house. Her flat abdomen, long legs and perky c-cups were always a visual delight.

When Isabelle went out to buy a pack of cigarettes two blocks down the road, Jack said, Man, if I had Danielle as my wife, I would quit my single lifestyle. Todd, you are one lucky man. The drinks were sure making us say things that we might regret.

Lately, she has become a prude, I muttered savoring my gin and tonic. I could accept the fact that she would not go down on me, but..

Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute. Danielle has never sucked your dick! Jack interrupted. His face was sincerely surprised.

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Larry and I had been married for 12 years when I went back to grad school. I eventually got my masters and PhD, but the important part is that we got to know an entirely new group of people. They were much more free and casual about sex and nudity – weekly parties with nude hot tubbing and some friendly groping were routine. We liked it so much that we installed our own. And I thought it was great – I found that I loved the casual sexuality and the occasional hit – it really stoked me. And, although I didn’t tell my husband yet, I wanted to experience some new lovers. I’d only been with my husband and one other man in college, so my curiosity was raging.

After we installed the tub, parties at our house became the routine. They often lasted long into the night when only a few people were left. After the majority left was when the suits came off and the nudity began. There was one friend there who was single – we worked together. It seemed like he always wound up next to me, but nothing ever happened. Then, one night like all the rest, Blair was not only next to me, but I felt a tentative brush of a hand against my belly. Well – I’d wanted this guy for a long time, so I gave him an encouraging smile and ran my hand down his thigh. Larry, my husband, was in the tub with another woman and I thought he didn’t notice. Blair took my hint and soon was stroking my pussy lips and my clit while I found a nice sized cock to play with. He was all over me and I wound up sitting on his lap – his cock wasn’t in me, but it was pressed against my pussy lips and belly and felt like a hot poker! I needed to fuck this man – so we quietly excused ourselves as being overheated and needing to cool off inside. (We thought we were still unnoticed, but probably weren’t thinking very clearly.) Once there, we headed straight to a bed where we began where we left off. It was fantastic – he ate me, teased me, and made me cum twice.

I found out that a new cock tasted good and felt even better. We fucked several times that night. Larry and I were a little awkward with each other the next morning. After a few minutes of not much communication, I was afraid I’d really blown it (no pun intended). Happily, Larry wasn’t angry, just confused over his feelings about me with Blair. He expected to be angry or hurt, but confessed that he was really excited by what happened. That’s why he didn’t interfere and let me enjoy myself. This seemed to break the ice and we had the first of some really frank talks about sexuality and love. We agreed that they’re not the same thing and as long as we both felt okay and not threatened or angry, we’d explore this new freedom to listen to and satisfy our sexual explorations. Nothing much changed for a while, just the same round of partying and casual touching. Blair seemed to have some regrets and didn’t come as much as before our episode. When he did, he was very tentative and cautious. Never did get him to talk about this – I guess it was just too difficult for him. Anyway, about 5-6 weeks later, an old friend’s ship was in port for a visit. Bill and Larry had been shipmates on their first ship together and we became fast friends. Karen (Bill’s wife) and I were inseparable when the ship was at sea – which went on for months at a time. Nothing happened then – I don’t think any of us even had any thoughts or fantasies. Just good friends who hung out together. But…things changed very radically.

Bill came to the house – we hadn’t seen each other for years, but kept up by phone and occasional mail. We had a lot of catching up to do and managed to consume a good bit of alcohol as we did. Finally, we decided to try the tub – Bill had never been in one and was curious. So, we all got in, wearing our suits, I might add, no thoughts of nudity with our good buddy.

After a while, we started to talk about how we usually didn’t wear suits and the difference was dramatic. We just seemed to all decide to remove our suits at the same time. Still pretty innocent – I sat between the two guys, neither of them particularly close and no touching going on. After a bit more time, I casually ran my hand over Larry’s leg and he leaned over and kissed my neck. I started to respond and had my leg over his lap and his cock in my hand, when he whispered in my ear that we weren’t being very considerate. We were leaving Bill alone. That made a lot of sense to me – I looked at Larry and he looked right back into my eyes and didn’t blink – just smiled a little and sort of tilted his head in Bill’s direction.

So, I quietly got off Larry’s lap and went to stand next to Bill. My tits were above the water and just about even with his head. When I get excited, my nipples swell up and stand out like most women’s and I found this situation really exciting. Here I was with my bare tits inches from the face of a man who had never even seen my belly before!

Bill was a little hesitant; I think he got some reassurance from Larry, because after a few awkward minutes when neither of us spoke, I felt his hand touch my hip. Then he slid his hand down, around my ass cheek, and down my thigh, coming back up along the inside of my leg. He didn’t touch my pussy, but stopped near. Then he ran his hand along my belly to my tits, which were really hard by now. When his other hand took mine and put it on his cock, it was like an electrical charge went between us! I literally felt his cock swell and grow hard – and to my surprise, Bill was not exactly poorly endowed. Not a giant, but a nice hard 7″ or so (I didn’t measure it) and thicker around than Larry’s. I put my other hand behind Bill’s neck and pulled his lips to my breast. He soon had them both even harder – proving what I’d suspected from Karen’s hints – Bill was a very orally talented man.

Here we were – Bill and I exploring each other, me with his cock in my hand and him with his lips on my nipples. He still hadn’t touched my pussy yet, but was very, very close. I opened my legs so he could easily make the last connection and heard or sensed movement behind me. Larry had come over and was now standing very close – he reached around to my chin and tilted my head back so we could kiss. That turned out to be exactly the signal, sign, or release I was looking for to remove any last doubts. As I kissed my husband passionately and deeply, I arched my back and pushed my pussy towards Bill. Then Larry ran his hand over my ass, and slid it up towards my pussy from behind. At the same time, Bill had closed that final few inches and they met at my pussy.

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I got married in my second year of college. My parents were and still are extremely conservative expounding very strict Indian moral values. With justthe handing of a picture, I was told that my marriage had been arranged. Thankfully the girl in the picturelooked attractive. Four months, three phone calls anda handful of letters later, I landed in Delhi with awhole entourage of family and relatives.

Two weeks after that I was back on a plane to San Francisco withmy new bride in tow. She wore the traditional red clothing of a newlywed. Once we were at cruising altitude, she changed into a short denim skirt and a knit top and that in it self changed the course of mylife going forward.

We got a little apartment and I started myjunior year in college. My wife, Sonya, got a job asan office assistant in a large company. Very early on she confided that she would not be sexually satisfied with just one partner and that I should also be open to explore the possibilities.

Wasting no time, that first revelation came sooner than later. I had a great day today, she declared.

Well, what happened? I asked whileshuffling through thick books for my term paper.

You know Michael my boss has been flirting with me all this time. They weren’t many people today and I told him flatly that I would suck him right here right now if he doubled my salary and promoted me, Sonya chirped away.

What happened? I prodded her.

He said that was too high a price for a single blow job, Sonya said.

Smart guy, I retorted.

So I asked him what would it cost and he said that I should be willing to service him whenever he needed me. I told him basically that it would not be possible as I have commitments to my husband. However I suggested to him that I would make myself available to his needs to warrant my salary increase and promotion. He agreed to that and I crawled underneath his desk for my first introduction to a white dick, my wife said. I love sucking cock, she added with apparent enthusiasm.

Sonya knew that I should never be neglected and her forays with other men only came with my acquiescence. It came to a point that I actively encouraged her especially if her activities garnered financial gain. She accused me of being insensitive sometimes. That exemplified the irony of the situation.

When Sonya returned from a business trip with her boss, she was eager to show me the new clothes Michael had bestowed upon her. She quickly sensed my lack of enthusiasm as my comments on her very short black dress she had put on was not adequate.

What’s wrong, honey, she queried.

I’m going to get a ‘C’ in sociology and that’s gonna kill my scholarship, I said. I had to admit that the sight of her high heels and her well tone olive legs that went all the way to the hem of her dress was stirring my loins.

How could that be? You are studying so hard, Sonya said. She tossed her brown shoulder length hair unconsciously. That innocent motion with her hair would immediately distract my thoughts.

Every effort I make just doesn’t impress Professor Roberts. I just don’t know how to tackle this professor. Everything is so subjective, I lamented. I pulled my beautiful and sexy wife onto mylap and planted kisses on her neck. She could notice the bulge in my pants.

I led her to our cramped bedroom. My wife removed her newly given black dress in one swift motion and as usual she wore nothing else underneath. Just keep trying, Sonya advised as she impaled herself over my rigid member.

I forgot about Professor Roberts for awhile as I watched my pretty wife’s face and her perfectly shaped breasts. She was sitting on me riding my organ jiggling her bouncy but firm breasts. Michael asked me to strip in front of him and the customer in our hotel suite, Sonya disclosed.

Really, I replied.

I don’t know why, but I get really turned on when I strip in front of men. The more of them,the more turned on I get. I think I am an exhibitionist. I love the thought of men looking at my naked body, Sonya said. She was just sitting not riding my cock up and down.

I didn’t mind. My cock was happily enveloped in the warm folds of her pussy. I think it is the wickedness of it all. Doing something most women would never do, I said.

Sonya said, White men are so fascinated by my body. I just got totally naked, served them their drinks and sat right between them on the sofa. The customer’s name was Duane. He was like this forty-five years old guy with glasses, three kids and an unappealing wife. The guy never cheated on his wife. Michael told him that my husband allowed me to fuck around and he couldn’t believe it. His poor pecker was being strained in his pants. Sonya kept still with my dick still buried inside her. Duane nervously called his wife saying that he would be home very late. Michael was calmly asking him about his kids as I sat my naked self on his lap. His daughter is older than me. Michael was telling him to go feel my breasts. His hands were clammy and he just mauled my sensitive nipples.

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That fateful Sunday started off with the same old routine. We’d been married for just under three years, Tracey and I, but that was enough for us to settle into that comfortable routine. Work was routine, play was routine, life was routine. Worst of all our sex life was routine.

So, following the old Sunday morning routine, I pecked my wife’s cheek and drove off to the golf course. This Sunday, however, did not live up to its namesake. That worthy was hiding behind a mass of low lying clouds. Nothing to stop an afternoon of golfing fun, however. But after an hour of whacking a ball around the fairways those clouds had turned ominous and soon the heavens opened up. The more sensible among us broke for the shelter of the clubhouse while a few diehards squinted into the storm, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge its presence.

The rain wouldn’t go away. It didn’t look like it was ever going away. It just, continued to fall hard, determined no doubt to drown the world and all its creatures. So I cursed Nature and the rotten luck she had dumped on me and decided to go home. Not too long after that momentous decision I found myself pulling into our driveway. A lot earlier than I had planned to.
All I had to look forward to was the rest of the day, spent with my loving but routine wife. Cursing the weather one more time I let myself in the front door.

And I heard voices.

Oh great, I thought, visitors. The day was just getting better and better. What next? An atom bomb? Worse! It was Jeff, one half of the sweet as apple pie couple that lived next door. Five minutes with those two would guarantee a place in heaven and a mouthful of cavities. Even routine ol’ Tracey would be in dire need of rescuing by now, I thought. But better her than me.
Grinning to myself I half-turned on my way back out.

That’s when Tracey giggled.

I froze in my tracks. It was the same giggle I’d heard all those years ago. The nervous half-laugh that she did the first time I seduced her. Cautiously and silently (thanks to the sound of the falling rain) shut the door, removed my shoes and padded over to the dining room door. The sight that greeted me was well… routine.

They were sitting together at the dinner table looking at a photo album. Jeff and Myra’s photo album. The one we’d seen about, oh two thousand times. Yet Tracey’s face was flushed, that endearing combination of embarrassment and arousal that I had come to know so well. And almost forgotten.

“Aw, come on, Tracey! It’ll be fun!”

She was hesitant about doing whatever it was that Jeff thought would be fun. (Making ice-cream? Playing bingo? Any of the other FUN things that Jeff and Myra loved to do?) Then she was nodding.

“That’s the spirit. That’s my girl!”

Your girl?

Tracey stood up nervously and giggled again. I found myself catching my breath. She was wearing the white dress that I’d bought for her during our honeymoon. It still fit her perfectly. It hugged her in all the right places accentuating her breasts, hips and bottom. She looked beautiful. I felt myself getting hard. And it was the sight of HER that was responsible, not a dream lover from the pages of a magazine. That hadn’t happened to me in the longest time.

Now there she was, standing in front of Jeff. Nervously she struck a pose, pouting lips, hands on knees. Just like Marilyn Monroe. Jeff laughed with delight and stood up. That’s when I noticed the camera in his hand. He was clearly an expert with the thing for in the space of a few seconds he’d taken three pictures of a very red faced Tracey. Somehow that made her all the
more exciting.

“Thank you, kind sir!” Tracey sang and sank back in her chair, her dress riding up a little. She blushed even redder and covered her face with her hands. “I felt so stupid doing that.”

“Oh come now! You’re a great deal prettier than Marilyn ever was.” This was a side of Jeff I’d never seen before. “Wait a minute! I have a few more shots left here. C’mon, a few more, huh?”

Tracey didn’t hesitate for very long this time. She struck a couple of poses and the camera clicked away happily.

“All right! A bit more leg. Come on, Tracey!”

Again there wasn’t too much hesitation before she raised the hem of her dress to knee level. I smiled. Typical Tracey. To her this was daring.

“Higher! Higher!”

For a moment I considered rushing in and beating Jeff senseless but something held me back. Curiosity perhaps. Whatever it was I’m glad I did. Biting her lower lip Tracey raised the hem of her dress a little higher.

“More Tracey! Come on, you’re beautiful!”

Maybe it was the sound of those words that did it, words she hadn’t heard in a long time. She gulped and, still biting her lip, she slowly raised the hem higher. Time stood still and all sound ceased to exist. All sound except the raspy breathing coming from Jeff, the shuddering breaths coming from Tracey and the clicking of the camera that is. And still her hem went higher. Inch by inch she revealed those magnificent thighs to Jeff’s eyes.

I knew his heart was beating with desire. And so was mine. Those familiar thighs were revealed in a new light. I had seen them so many times and yet I hadn’t seen them at all. Now they were being revealed to me for the first time. My breathing was labored as my eyes followed her hands, tugging at the hem. Higher! Higher! Until, ahhh! just the glimpse, a wonderful glimpse of
her panties.

I was dying for more. Please Tracey, I breathed, show me more.

“Take it off, Tracey,” Jeff rasped.

With a deep sigh she whisked the dress over her head and stood there, arms crossed over her breasts, eyes closed. She was beautiful. Below, her tiny, wet panties hugged her mound, barely covering it, allowing wisps of fine hair to curl out from below. Above, she was braless, naked except for the cover afforded by her arms. That didn’t last very long either.

With her eyes still shut she lowered her arms slowly. Ah Tracey! Her breasts were objects of perfection. Round, firm and heavy, they were made to be squeezed, fondled, caressed. The brown aureole, tipped with large, erect nipples beckoned to the tongue. The camera clicked feverishly.

“You’re panties now! C’mon Tracey,” his voice was hoarse.

“N-no!” she breathed but her actions belied her words. Her fingers snaked down her hips, slowly, uncertainly.

“Yes, Tracey, oh yes! Please!”

Shaking slightly my wife hooked her thumbs into the waistband. Then with a deep breath she peeled them off. I watched them fall and bunch up at her ankles. Then I raised my eyes to feast on her jet black forest of pubic hair. Jeff gasped and clicked away madly. His eyes were burning with desire.

“Turn around,” he croaked.

She obeyed slowly, her movements shaky, uncertain. Her breasts were heaving, the nipples extended to their maximum. I watched her, my heart pounding, as she faced away from my hiding place revealing the beautifully rounded globes of her firm bum. They were magnificent. Enticing.

“Spread your legs, Tracey,” Jeff’s voice was barely audible, “and… and bend down.”

“Yes,” I whispered desperately. “Yes!”

We were both rewarded. Again very slowly she parted her legs and bent down at the waist pushing her ass out at the same time. I almost cried out at the sight. The globes of her ass beckoned the eye to the crack between them, to the brown puckered asshole, to the treasures below. There, presenting an unobstructed view was her sweet crack guarded by the half shells of her slightly parted outer labia. As her legs parted those beautiful labia separated further revealing her shining folds, shining wetly. As Jeff clicked away a drop of moisture trickled out and ran down her inner thigh. Jeff continued clicking but his right hand was busy undoing his fly.

I gulped, unsure of this development, a little worried. Yet I had ignored Tracey for so long, ignored her needs. She deserved this. There was also another factor to be considered. I was very aroused by the thought of watching her make love to another man. Yes, I thought, let her have her fun. So I stayed in my hiding place and released my rock hard cock. The head was soaked in
pre-come so my hands felt slick on the skin.

I was in heaven. The sight of my wife’s wide open pussy brought on the inevitable conclusion. My cock erupted, jets of come hitting the wall and carpet. It was all I could do to keep myself from crying out. Somehow I did and when my eyes refocused it was to witness Jeff carefully, soundlessly laying the camera on the table. Sticking out of his open fly was a large cock, fully
eight inches in length and six inches around.

Tracey was still facing away, eyes tightly shut. He paused for a fraction of a second, taking time to aim his cock at her. Then with a grunt he lunged forward burying his cock inside her. Her head flew around, eyes wide open. Then she was pushing her ass back matching his quick thrusts. For a moment I wondered at the ease with which she took him inside, she’d only had my small cock in her before. But that moment of jealousy vanished as she closed her eyes once more and gasped with each thrust.

I watched them as they fucked. Their urgent thrusting toppled them to the floor. Tracey twisted around so she was facing Jeff and pulled him onto her. Reaching down she took hold of his cock and pumped it a couple of times before guiding it inside her. Wrapping her legs around his waist she began a humping motion, eagerly meeting his thrusts. My hiding place offered me an excellent view of him sliding in and out of her, her juices dripping, running down her crack and onto the carpet. My own cock had revived and my right hand was busy, feverishly rubbing away.

“Ahhh! Ahhhh! Oh god, fuck me! Yessss!!” Tracey’s scream pierced the air just moments before his did. Her whole body shuddered as her orgasm tore through her. “Yes! Yes! Cum in me!”

He was obviously only too happy to comply and his buttock clenched and unclenched spasmodically. My hands moved faster, my ears still ringing with the words Tracey had uttered; forbidden words uttered by those sweet, demure lips. Fuck me! For the second time I sprayed the wall with jets of come while waves of pleasure surged through my body.

Breathing hard I took out my handkerchief and wiped my cock before administering to the walls and carpet (there are still tell-tale stains there). I briefly considered joining my wife and her lover but decided against it for now. Nevertheless, I had plans for the future; but first I had to make sure my wife still loved me. If she did… well I envisaged a new life ahead of us. An unroutine life. Jealousy had no place there. And for that moment neither did I.

I took one last look at the couple on the floor; his penis, softening, falling out of her, their juices dripping out of her sweet pussy, the sweat glistening on their bodies. A decidedly unroutine Sunday. Smiling at the cards fate had dealt me I blessed the weather and slipped quietly out the front door.

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