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.

Role Reversal!

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?

By the time I got home, I was a nervous wreck with anticipation. The moistness of my panties let me know that I had two opposing worries about what was awaiting me tonight. The fear of the humiliation Kelly spoke of, and the fear that I might like it a little more than I could admit to even myself. I felt like a thirteen year old again on my first real date. Deciding what to wear, what to do with my hair, if I should change the sheets again? This fucking girl was driving me crazy. Why was I so worried about pleasing her?

Whatever hold it was that she held over me, I was sitting in the kitchen ready for her, and was as nervous as a cat in a dog kennel. Those last ten minutes before eight o’clock were killing me. To get my mind off my fear and into the proper mindset, I focused on how her hand had felt on my boob the night before. Actually, thinking about what it had felt like sitting still for her as her hand went up and under my shirt was really the wildest part. I remembered her fingers barely grazing my stomach on their way to my chest and how it seemed to electrify me.

I hadn’t really noticed until just before Kelly got to our house, but Rick had been spending most of his time in the basement ever since he got home from work. I’d been way too nervous to worry about what he was up to, but I had been so focused on Kelly that I began to wonder if this was going to be just her and myself tonight. I had sort of figured that Rick being involved was a given, but since he was still playing around in the basement made me wonder. Either way, if he wasn’t there to see my humiliation of making love with my first woman, I knew I would be wholly as embarrassed at having to give him a very descriptive report on it afterwards.

When Kelly knocked on the kitchen door I nearly jumped out of my skin. We rarely used that door, so it was scary just having anyone knock on it. I gulped once, bit my upper lip, and headed to let her in. Then the depth of my humility became known very quickly when I saw she wasn’t alone. She had a man with her that she introduced to me as Ted. I was flabbergasted and couldn’t lift my eyes from the floor and feared looking at Kelly. It was impossible for me to make sense of why she would have a man with her. The deal with Rick was I would screw around with Kelly to prevent my having to fuck a stranger. Now it looked like I was getting both. But my humiliation would be given a real test run tonight, because there was one thing that would actually be more embarrassing then what I was thinking, and Kelly pointed it out to me.

Oh, honey! You look so nervous, don’t worry. Ted isn’t here to rape you or anything. I just brought him along to watch.

I never would have guessed that less involvement could possibly be more horrifically embarrassing to me than if he were involved, but just thinking about a guy sitting around being entertained by my humiliation of my first lesbian experience drove me into a ball of nerves. But as always, it was going to get even worse.

Kelly looked me up and down and smiled like a kid at Christmas. I had remembered her request to ‘wrap myself up’ and so I had worn sort of a juvenile pink and white pleated cotton skirt with matching cotton panties. I chose a hot pink halter stretch top without the benefit of a bra, so my nipples were pretty easy to see. The whole shape of my boobs were pretty easy to see. And in accordance with her last request, I had a pink bow in my hair to top off her ‘present’.

Slut!

Damn girl, when you wrap up a present you don’t fool around. Yummy!

Kelly grabbed my arm and pulled me into her for a deep kiss. I knew it wasn’t very satisfying to her, but it was all I could do to keep from slapping her. I saw Ted’s eyes were fixed on us and lit up. She spun me around to face the hallway to our bedroom and started to walk me along beside her, with Ted following closely. I wanted to shrink away when she mentioned my training and how it was progressing so nicely. When we got to the hallway, she made the mistake of going for the wrong door and I corrected her by telling her that that door went to the basement.

I know that Heather. Have you got a shorter way to get there?

She was half dragging me down the stairs as I tried to understand why she would want to use the basement instead of our bedroom. Rick came into view and had a huge grin on his face. I had made the mistake of not being interested in what Rick had been doing for the last two days in the basement. I thought he had just been cleaning it up and straightening things a bit, but he had done a lot more than that.

As I looked around I saw a bed had been set up on the far side of the room and there was our old couch and a couple of chairs forming a ring around it. I started trembling at realizing the depth of the entertainment that was being expected of me, but as I focused on other things in the room, it became clear that I had so very much to be afraid of then just a bed set up as a theater. There was something that hung from the ceiling that looked like a half of a hammock, there were cuffs hanging from chains off of two posts in the middle of the room, and a weird piece of furniture of sorts off to one side. It sort of looked like a folding table that hadn’t been stood up yet. The center of it was up at waist height, but both ends were still close to the floor.

Kelly took my arm a little harder when she saw my reluctance at entering this new ‘den of sexual horrors’, and began walking me towards the bed. She took a slight detour from the straight path to walk me by the table and I was visibly shaking when I saw it had cuffs near both ends that were close to the floor. I froze when I saw them and Kelly smiled.

Sorry honey, but that’s for later. We’ll bend you over that some other time. But it does look exciting doesn’t it?

I jumped when Ted stated his desire to use it. I had almost forgot he was there to enjoy himself. I finally managed to ask Rick what was going to happen to me and what was going on.

Don’t worry. Kelly told you that was for a later date. Now relax and enjoy your date with her. Me and Ted will make ourselves comfortable over here on the couch.

I was getting so worried about losing all control. Kelly tugged me by my hand to the bed and laid me back on it as the men were seating themselves right in front of us. I was shaking so hard that she held my arms as she began kissing me to steady my nerves. I felt like a kid again. I had no idea of what to do or what was expected of me. I certainly didn’t want to show myself off as a flaming lesbian in front of my husband, and Ted of course.

Kelly’s scent was intoxicating to me as I tried to focus on her and not my surroundings. If I had to do this with anyone in the world, I was glad it was her. She was very pretty, extremely sexual, and had all the knowledge that I lacked. And as far as girls went, guys would kill for a piece of her. She lifted herself off me and onto her arms.

So, can I unwrap my present now?

I nodded slowly. And then my training really kicked into high gear.

Ted just knows he’s here to get a great show, but he really doesn’t understand why. Before we start, tell him in great detail, what’s going on here.

I opened my mouth not believing what she was asking of me. I was so close to crying. Then she started to nibble at my neck and cheeks while she whispered for me to tell him of my situation. I kept trying to say I couldn’t embarrass myself that way, but her persistence forced me to do just that.

I took me a while to get started and I was trembling like crazy, but since I had started to see that I was accepting my training, I began.

Kelly is my date tonight… and Rick’s girlfriend.

Ted spoke up, I thought you were Rick’s girlfriend?

I am, she’s actually his mistress.

Kelly prodded me to end Ted’s confusion with the basic facts.

I’m… I’m… being trained as Rick’s cuckold. He’s taken Kelly as his girlfriend. I fought to bring myself to finish explaining through my humiliation. Kelly is helping him to train me… and that’s what this date is about.

Neither Ted nor Rick said a word, but Kelly seemed satisfied because she started frenching me. She slowly began unwrapping her present – me. It started with her tugging my skin tight top over my boobs and when I wouldn’t raise my arms, she chastised me. I slowly gave in, but was biting my lip all the time. I’d never thought as myself as entertainment before, and not knowing just how far Kelly wanted to take me into the world of lesbianism, I was extremely bitten with stage fright.

Kelly rubbed my tits rather hard and nibbled on my nipples. She wasn’t wasting much time and I felt her trying to push my skirt down over my hips. I grabbed for her hands to stop her. She started to become more demanding, but I just couldn’t let her expose me to a total stranger. After several attempts to persuade me, her expression changed to a cold stare.

What the fuck do you think you’re doing bitch. You’re Rick’s cuckold. You just said that, so by proxy you’re my bitch as well. Now… let… go.

She was beginning to really frighten me and it didn’t help at all when Rick reminded her that I loved rough sex. I wanted to gouge his eyes out for that. I let her put my arms over my head and she started for the waistband of my skirt again. Between my obstinate behavior and what Rick had just said, she thrust my arms back over my head and demanded I leave them there. She then spun around and sat on my chest, effectively pinning my arms over my head and leaving her panties exposed inches from my face.

She had me pinned to some degree and I felt her pushing my skirt off. Since we were in almost a sixty-nine position, she leaned forward and began chewing on my crotch through my panties as she continued getting my skirt over my feet. Luckily my face was blocked from view by Kelly’s ass and her own skirt, so my embarrassment wasn’t as bad. The noises emanating from the men though were concerning to me.

Kelly got a knife from someplace, probably Rick, and I felt her cutting the sides of my panties. It was then just a matter of tugging them out from under my ass like a diaper from a baby. I was now totally exposed for the men and Kelly was edging her hips backwards until her crotch was right over my mouth. She pressed herself against my mouth and instructed me to lap at her. Despite not doing as instructed, she went after my cunt like a ravenous dog. I was moving around as much as I could until I couldn’t take the embarrassment any longer and bumped my body into the air enough to push her off me. That threw her into a rage.

I huddled towards the headboard of the bed and begged Rick to stop her. Instead he sat next to me and tried calming me down. I was trying to cover myself from Ted’s smiling eyes at the extra bonus of a show he was getting. That’s when Kelly came back to the bed and with her she had had several sets of cuffs. I started shaking uncontrollably and begging Rick to stop my training, even if only for the night. I promised him I’d be ready to do as he wanted by the next night. But instead he held out one of the cuffs and said, If you really love me, you’ll do it tonight.

I had no idea what he intended to do with the cuffs, but I just couldn’t agree to do it for him. After a final chance to agree to do it, he opened one of the cuffs and told me to put my wrist in it. I stared at him a moment and his eyes told me that one way or another, I was going to give Kelly her fun with me tonight. I finally put my arm out and laid it in the cuff. I asked him what he intended to do to me, but he wouldn’t say a word. He held out another cuff and I reluctantly put my other wrist into it. I kept pleading with him to relax my training. I thought that by acknowledging my training that he might let me go, but he went to the bottom of the bed to hold out the last two cuffs for my ankles. It took a lot of prodding, but I finally gave in and added me ankles to my trussing.

I expected to be stretched spread eagle across the bed, and that is what it appeared like at first. As Rick tugged my fist arm to the head of the bed, I begged Kelly to make love to me. I promised her I’d be good, and even promised to do to her whatever she wanted. But she said I was too late and helped Rick by tugging on one of my ankles. They continued clipping my limbs to the headboard and foot of the bed, but not actually to the bed itself. It turned out there was a two-by-four at each end that I was being trussed to and Rick and Kelly released them. Kelly went to the wall beside the bed and began turning a crank which I immediately felt tugging at my arms. I saw that there were two cables lifting the board and there was also a piece of angle iron bolted to the ceiling.

I began freaking out real bad and it seemed to only delight everyone else in the room. My arms and legs were separated about two feet from each other as I was dragged into the air by my hands. My feet and the attached board were dragged along the bottom of the bed the higher I went. When I started crying over what they were doing to me, Kelly stopped turning the crank and went to the side of the room. When she came back she was holding something in her hand. She threw one end around my head and I saw it was a gag and started begging her not to use it on me. When I refused to open my mouth, she began twisting one of my nipples until I did. She fit it snugly into my mouth. It had a ball that fit into my mouth with a large hole in the center of it to help me breathe. Kelly pointed out that it came with a plug for the hole and she would use it if I didn’t stop my whimpering. To illustrate why I didn’t want her to use the plug, she covered the hole with her hand. I instantly struggled to get enough breath from my nose and pleaded with my eyes for her to take away her hand.

I could see she was waiting for me to calm down, so I fought my instincts and tried to hold still. When she was sure I was going to cooperate, she removed her hand and went back to the crank on the wall. Rick and Kelly talked about how high she should go but waited to see how I looked as I went into the air. My arms were within a foot of the ceiling before Rick told her it was enough. My ass was about two feet off the bed so I was still holding most of my weight up by my feet. I started trying to stand up by dragging the attached board along with my feet. At this point Rick and Kelly got on each side of the bed and pulled the board holding me up forward along the angle iron until my torso passed my feet and I was at the bottom of the bed. They locked the board in place and I was terrified at what they were going to do to me. I just kept telling myself that they wouldn’t have gone to this much trouble to construct this room if my life was in danger. It did make me wonder if Rick was trying to get rid of me to be with Kelly though.

The two of them then pulled the board holding my legs back under me until they were lifting my body into the air. The cuffs were all biting into my skin. That board was locked to something over the headboard and I was suspended in mid air. Kelly began stroking my body all over very lightly and Rick came to my head to talk to me.

All a good cuckold would have done was what she was told to do. Kelly and I agreed to give you a taste of the reason for our playroom if you squawked about it. We’re going to let you hang here for a little while so I can go fuck my girl upstairs. He turned to Ted and told him he’d make it a short one to Kelly’s obvious dismay and asked him to take good care of me. I thrashed around trying to make it known that I didn’t want to be left alone with this stranger, but that seemed to be the point of it.

As soon as the door closed to the upstairs, Ted got up from the couch and looked me over close up. He came back to look me in the eye and asked, I’d love to have a poke at you. Would you like that?

I shook my head and felt tears welling in my eyes at the fear of being raped.

Oh, come on. Wouldn’t you like to feel this hard cock of mine slipping into you, making you squeal like a stuck pig? I saw you didn’t take well to Kelly, so you must like men. How about it? They’re upstairs fucking each others’ brains out right now. I could just crawl up behind you, fuck the shit out of you, and they’d never know the difference.

I was coming to the conclusion that Rick probably had planned all this and wanted me to tell him to fuck me while they were screwing upstairs. Ted reinforced that thought as he went behind me and started fingering my pussy. It hurt my wrists when I thrashed about, so I couldn’t even show him any negative behavior. I could feel him sticking his fingers in me and twisting them around. As sick as it was, he was getting me wet.

Ted crawled onto the bed and under my leg to be able to stand behind me. He bumped his crotch against me a couple of times to illustrate what fucking me might be like.

You sure you don’t want a quickie? I promise not to tell them.

I shook my head again and he got down from the bed. I felt safe from getting raped, but my arms were beginning to ache really bad. He did continue feeling me up and stroking me much as Kelly had been doing. But he scared the hell out of me when he covered the hole in my gag. He kept doing it for a few seconds at a time until I stopped reacting frantically.

What do you say, wouldn’t you like some of this? He opened his pants and I saw his cock. It was fantastically hard from all his toying with me. Under different circumstances, Rick probably could have talked me into letting him fuck me, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him now.

It must have been fifteen minutes before Rick and Kelly came back down. He asked Ted right off if he had fucked me. He told him the truth and I got a slap on the ass from Kelly for being a ‘fine loyal bitch’. That made me wonder if it had been a test of loyalty or if they would have been happier if I had let him fuck me. Rick kissed my puffing cheek and proclaimed me a good girl, then changed it to a good cuckold.

You know, we didn’t just fuck upstairs. Why would we want to hide that from your eyes? I will fuck her before the end of the night, but I want you to help out. Now, let’s see what we can do about getting you down from here. You know you were a bad girl for not entertaining us with Kelly, right?

I nodded my head and he started to take my gag away. I made sure to thank him first, then begged him to let me down. All he said was he could, but that it would please me, not him. I caught on and said I’d stay as long as he wanted. He feigned that he wanted to give in to me, but I was afraid what might be next. I wanted to please him enough to stop my training, at least this part of it, so I jumped to change his mind.

No. If you want me to stay here, I want to stay here. I don’t care how much it hurts, I’ll take it for you. I saw him start to change his mind and pushed him over the edge. I want you to gag me again. I want to please you.

I don’t know, are you sure?

Yes, then I knew what would sell it. The best way to prove it to him was to do something to myself. And the only thing I knew I could add at the moment was one thing I had heard earlier. And I want to do more for you. I want you to plug… the hole.

Kelly was all too happy to oblige me and hopped at the chance to get the plug. Rick put the gag back on me and Kelly made a real production of cutting off my oral air way by forcing the plug into the hole. I tried to stay calm to breathe through my nose. Everyone sat on the couch and began to watch my body hanging, and me fighting to stay calm. They made it very hard by saying things that they could do to me while strapped the way I was, and other types of persuasions they could use on me.

I knew Rick too well, and I knew he couldn’t go much longer without needing to fuck, so I was pretty sure I didn’t have much longer to endure. I starting thinking of pleas I could throw at him to convince him I wanted to be his faithful cuckold and fully accept Kelly as his new girlfriend. And I was right. After just a few minutes, he came back to me and took the gag from me again.

You’re really coming along here. He kissed me all over my face and told me how much he loved me. I needed to hear that so bad. Especially with what I was about to say.

I love you so much. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll tell the world that I’m your cuckold if you want. I figured that would be my own letter to that damned web site. I promise to do what you ask for now on. I just want to make you happy so you fuck me like you’re so good at. And you wanted me to fuck another man for you to watch. You can have Ted do it to me right now if it’ll make you happy. I caught a glimpse of Kelly and she didn’t look so happy, so I added, And I’m ready to make love to you Kelly. I’m so sorry I couldn’t before, but I never did anything like that. I… love you, and want you to be happy with Rick.

My pleas were finally falling on quieted ears and Kelly undid the cuff on my right ankle and let my leg fall to the bed. Unfortunately, that left three limbs to hold my weight and it actually hurt more. But then she unfastened my other ankle and dropped my other leg. I quickly scooted forward to rest on my knees and finally felt blood rushing to my hands. I was waiting for my hands to be released, but it didn’t seem in the cards yet. I figured I could please Rick best by making his girl (did I say that?) happy with me. So I went to work on making her very happy with me.

Kelly, please come to me so I can kiss you.

She got a very sultry look in her eyes and walked in front of me. She didn’t make it easy, but I reached out far enough to be able to kiss her. I tried being as seductive as I could and she finally came closer to me. She felt my boobs up and then ran her fingers through my pussy. She made a god awful mistake by grazing my clit which threw me into instant heat, and she noticed that. I knew what would be their best entertainment; my weakness for having to cum.

Oh Kelly, please don’t stop. Finger my clit like the other day, please. I need to cum so bad. Help me please. That did it. They all got excited as Kelly stood to the side of me allowing the men to watch, and then began.

She wet her fingers and began frigging away at my clit. I began to beg her to stimulate me further with her other hand, but she told me not to be greedy. I couldn’t ever remember ever getting myself off with just my clit because it was just too much stimulation to keep doing alone. But that was all she was going to give me, so I was going to have to work with her. I kept pleading with her to frig me and the men were going nuts. I even asked Rick if he liked what he saw with me begging to get off. Ted looked left out so I asked him as well.

Kelly kept me bouncing on my knees and then went to her knees. As I looked down at her, she leaned in and replaced her fingers with her lips and teeth. I went unstable and asked her to bite me harder and begged her to lap through my lips. Finally I lost it.

Please Rick, she’s killing me. I need to fuck. Please fuck me.

All he did was turn to look at Ted and I got his point.

Then if I’m not good enough for you, please, let Ted fuck me. I’ll do anything for you and Kelly. Please, just someone fuck me. I heard Rick asking Ted if he wanted a go at me, but Kelly was nibbling and biting my clit so hard I couldn’t hear his answer. I begged her again to put her fingers into me, but she was smiling at my inability to get anything. She took my clit between her teeth, pulled it out from my body, and twisted it as she ground her teeth against it. I began shuddering with a massive orgasm so hard that she made me ejaculate on her chest. The men had never seen that happen before and ran for a closer look.

As much as most girls would have found that enough, I still wanted to get fuck. I began begging Rick to fuck me again and he offered me to Ted again.

Can I ask him honey?

Excuse me? Honey, came from Kelly.

I struggled to figure out what I had done wrong, and decided for the time being she was his honey. I apologized to her and rephrased myself.

Can I ask him Master? I can probably get him to if you let me. Please, let me ask him? You‘re going to fuck Kelly, please let me ask him.

Will you give him the hard fucking I like so much?

Anyway you want to watch him do it. I just want you to watch.

I guess it’s up to him. Beg away.

I turned right to him and begged as hard as ever. Kelly had started me on a journey I just had to finish. Ted, please. I’m a really good fuck. You wanted to fuck me earlier. Now’s your chance.

Ted stood up from the couch and started looking me over and I expected him to tell Rick to let me down. Instead he reached down and took each of my legs and yanked them out from under me. All my weight fell onto my wrists and I suddenly realized that I wasn’t going to get my hands freed yet. He humped into me as he held my legs up and spread.

Yeah okay, this will work. Plus this will leave room for your boyfriend to fuck Kelly.

He dropped my legs over the end of the bed and I had the greatest urge to get my feet back under me to take the weight off my wrists, but that would mean enduring my legs getting pulled out from under me again. So I sat there as he slowly took off his pants and eyed my pussy all the while. I didn’t want to make any mistakes with my words, and I was getting what I wanted, so I kept my mouth shut. I have to admit, that knowing I had Rick’s approval, I was all for getting fucked anyway it took, by anyone willing to do it. When Ted’s cock came back into view, I felt my vulva grow thick with anticipation.

I must have been very into watching Ted free his cock, because I never heard Rick getting out of his clothes, but I felt the bed jerking around under me and looked over my shoulder to see him and Kelly merging into each other’s arms. My heart started to ache a little knowing that he was going to fuck her again, but I thought about my training and how I simply had to learn to put up with it. And in a way, since I knew that I was going to be the one he stayed with at the end of the night, I was a little happy that he was getting her. After all, if he had to fuck around on me, she was very worth the effort. I only wished that I had of taken her when I had the chance and I wouldn’t have found out about this damn contraption I was stuck in.

Ted was out of his pants and took off his shirt. I never would have guessed that his lithe body would be covered in such great muscles. Knowing that his throbbing cock bobbing in the air was going to be forcing its way into me in seconds made me wish I could feel his chest. And just as he pulled my legs back into the air, I heard Kelly moaning in that special way that indicated Rick had just penetrated her. I looked back only able to see Rick’s ass muscles extremely tight.

Ted positioned his cock and slid it into me in one long, slow push. It was amazingly welcomed. I needed it so bad after the way Kelly had so intensely masturbated only my clit earlier. Ted seemed very amused that I kept looking over my shoulder to watch what Rick and Kelly were doing. He even turned as far as he could to one side so I could watch more easily. Watching Kelly’s face seemed to turn my own cunt into a molten lava that Ted was going very slow on quenching.

The position I was in may have been hurting my wrists some, but bucking my hips into him was far more easier than I ever would have thought. Ted was certainly no Rick when it came to fucking. But between being hung from the ceiling, getting fucked in mid air, and having my guy fucking his girlfriend right off to the side of me was absolutely intoxicating. Ted seemed so amused that I couldn’t seem to pry my eyes from the two over my shoulder and was smiling every time I looked at him. And then I was so hot I found myself kicking it up a notch.

Rick, lift her legs up to get in her deeper. And fuck her hard for me.

I couldn’t see her face, but I heard Kelly saying, what a sweet little cuckold she’s becoming. When I heard that she was pleased that I was helping her, I found my own hips begin slamming back into Ted’s thrusts. I started telling him I would need him to finger my clit when he was ready to get off, but was taken aback when he told me to shut up and just fuck me bitch. I saw I was in just as bad a way now as when Kelly only worked on my clit.

I went nuts telling Ted to fuck me harder, and then telling Rick to fuck Kelly harder as well. I was trying to lift my abdomen high enough so Ted would be banging my clit, but he caught on to what I was doing and twisted my hips back down. He started crying out that he was going to cum and my frustration took over and I begged him to hit my clit. And then an angel stepped in. I felt Kelly’s hand reaching around me and snaking it’s way over my clit while Ted fucked me wildly. She fingered me so well that I finally climaxed at the same time as my partner. I felt so bruised between my thighs, but collapsed when he pulled out of me and simply let my legs drop over the edge of the bed. I thanked Kelly profusely and began begging her to release me. I knew she hadn’t finished with Rick and I told them both that I wanted to help them nail her good. Ted said something about me being insatiable.

Kelly asked Rick his opinion and he was clearly glad I wanted to participate. I might have thought twice about being so anxious if I knew I was just being hooked. Rick would let me take all I wanted of Kelly, but would soon withhold her from me when I developed an appetite for her. He would do that with all kinds of things in the coming days, just like withholding frigging my clit as a tease to me. Begging for what I wanted would become somewhat of a way of life for me.

Since Kelly had already started on her/my boyfriend, she was anxious herself to get back to him, so I was out of my cuffs in seconds. I had to rub my wrists for a minute to get them to stop tingling and Kelly got under Rick again. And while I was rubbing them, I noticed Kelly giving Ted the eye an awful lot. That really bothered me for some damn reason. Here she was proclaiming my guy as hers, yet was still checking out any available guy. It wouldn’t be long before I found out why though.

Rick had been glad to get Kelly back under him with her legs splayed wide and was back in her hole immediately. I knew I had to follow through with what I had offered to get free, so I went over to Rick’s right side and half laid down beside them. I didn’t really know how to best help her enjoy my guy, but she really enjoyed her legs way back the last time. I reached for the leg on my side and pulled it up and over Rick until her toes touched the headboard. Her appreciative moaning told me I was doing a good job.

I rubbed the bottom side of her leg and asked Rick if he was having as much fun as possible with her. He moved a little to the left and told me to suck on her tit. So, while my left hand rubbed softly all the way down her leg until I could feel Rick’s cock going into her, I fingered her clit with that hand as I leaned over her and sucked on her nipple.

I kept working my left hand the full length of her leg and was dismayed when I raised my head to see Ted on the other side of her doing the same to the other leg. As was torn in two directions. She felt so soft and supple under my touch and her boob was fun to play with in her aroused state, but I was getting tired of my boyfriends new girlfriend, which I had okayed, was getting it on even slightly with this other guy. Either way, she and Rick both enjoyed the extra help so much that they were soon to the brink. Kelly said to no one special, Drink!

I was trying to figure out if I had heard her right when I noticed Ted moving down on the bed. Rick was pumping her furiously and I knew he was about to blow his load. And I knew I was right when he groaned his special way. But unlike normal when he would sink to the hilt in me, he withdrew his cock and said, Now bitch!

Again I was wondering if I heard right. I was trying to figure out what I was supposed to be doing when Rick lifted up his body and grabbed at Ted’s head by his hair, and pulled him towards his cock. I was blown away when I saw Ted open his mouth and allow Rick to begin cumming in his mouth. How nasty… but then again, how nasty. It seemed like Ted wasn’t really doing this on his own because his face looked very tormented. Whatever the reason, I found it electrifying to watch one man sucking another’s man cock when I knew it was spurting cum.

As soon as Rick was done with him, he slurped his way back and sat on his knees. I could see he hadn’t swallowed and Kelly was sitting up. I didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on here. I felt so stupid.

Then Kelly said, Open. Ted opened his mouth to show her Rick’s load of sperm. Then Kelly got a vile look in her eyes and ordered in an extremely commanding tone, Swallow it whore.

I watched in total amazement as he worked rather hard to make his muscles work. I was so confused over this situation until I heard Ted thank Rick. It started to come to me and I asked Rick what was going on.

I take it Ted is some bi guy you picked up someplace.

Rick grinned so bad he could barely speak. Not yet, but when we’re through training him he will be.

I looked at Ted and saw he was very embarrassed, and realized he really didn’t just do that on his own. I began to wonder if this basement change had been the start of a club or something and looked towards Kelly to try to understand it.

You look so confused sweetheart. Don’t you get it yet? Kelly was so pleased with herself at poking fun at my ignorance. Ted is my husband… and my cuckold. He’s been in training for a few weeks now, but it’s taking him a lot longer than you to come to grips of what the reality is for keeping me his wife. She smiled at him and added, But he’s coming around.

Well that explained a whole lot to me. The looks she had been giving him, the reserved manner he had displayed all night by waiting for permission, and the way she had barked one word commands at him. So, I wasn’t in this alone all of a sudden. I was trying to comprehend the full meaning of all this information as Ted began to wipe his wife’s cunt with a towel. I guess one of his duties was to clean her up when she was finished with a guy. I wondered just how many guys there had been and what kinds of things they had done to him. I went to ask Ted a question and was instantly rebuked. I was told that cuckolds never conversed without their permission.

I guess they had had enough of their playtime with us because the night ended shortly thereafter. I wanted to talk to Rick about everything that had gone on the minute Kelly and Ted left, but instead he told me to get a pad of paper and pen. When I secured the items he told me to get, he told me that if I wanted to get fucked tonight by him, that I had to write out a report of sorts. He wanted it in letter form, I was to refer to myself as just beginning level six, and it had to sound like I was worshipping his treatment of me. Most importantly, I was to sign it and date it. With all the humiliation I had just endured, getting fucked by a strange man, and finding out that both Ted and I were being turned into sexual slaves just to retain our mates love, I didn’t think I could find any words to meet his demands. But wanting to have Rick all to myself and get one of his good, hard fuckings made me sit right down.

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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.

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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.

I was calling him every name in the book and wanted to gouge out his eyes. I told him if he wanted to fuck he should get his ugly bimbo to come back. He was definitely getting off on taunting me and worked to get me into a position that would make my body of some use to him. The last thing in the world I wanted to give him was sex.

Rick was quite a bit bigger than me and a whole lot stronger. After a couple of minutes of him groping at me, I felt my shorts finally getting dragged off me. I reached for them, but I could feel my puss being exposed which meant it was too late. Rick kept telling me throughout that he loved me more than any other girl on the face of the earth, but that conflicted totally with what he had just put me through.

My shorts and panties were at my knees and Rick pulled me back to his lap to grope my tits for a while. I kept slapping his hands away and dragging them back out from under my top. Suddenly I heard his pants unzipping and I was lifted into the air. While he held me in the air with one arm around my waist, he worked his own pants down. I renewed my struggle when I realized what he was going to do and screamed for him to let me go. Instead, I found myself being bent over the ottoman in front of us. Rick laid on top of me and I could feel the shaft of his cock hitting between my legs.

I was being held down by one of his hands in the middle of my back, and I could feel he was positioning his cock to fuck me. The bastard was so close to winning and he knew once he got it in me that I would settle down, at least as long as it took him to fuck me. And then I felt him hit the mark. For the next five minutes I got fucked like crazy, but it came with some very special torment. All the time he was fucking me, he was telling me how awesome it had been feeling up Shelly in front of me. At one point he ran his hands under my top and teased me that she had bigger boobs than mine.

I was working on two levels; on the one hand I was getting a ravaging just like I always loved about Rick, but on the other he was driving me crazy knowing he had been enjoying fucking around with her moments earlier. And now he was rubbing her in my face. I was beginning to realize that it had been a long time since I’d been taken so forcibly like this. I’ve always been the kind of girl that liked rough sex, so now I was in heaven. When I first hooked up with Rick, I was amazed by how he knew just how to handle me. And he had quickly found out that is was abundantly easy to make me have an orgasm when he was ready himself. I’ve always had a very sensitive clit and all he had to do after a couple minutes of fucking me (what we called priming the pump) was to frig my clit as he got off and I’d be joining him in seconds. I really loved that about Rick.

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But today was going to be different. When Rick was almost ready to blow his load in me, he asked me just how horny I was. I quickly told him extremely having forgotten for the moment what he had done to me. Then he told me he was coming, so when he didn’t slide his hands under me, I grabbed for them. He refused to grab my clit, so out of frustration I shoved my own hands under me. But Rick grabbed me forcefully and yanked my arms straight out from my body. I called him a bastard and told him to finger my clit. I could tell by his grunting and moaning that he was cumming and I wanted to get off in the worse way too. He laughed and told me to wait a minute.

I felt him ram his cock into me the way he would as he was finishing cumming and then he just pulled himself out of me and stood up. I glanced back at him and he told me I could finish now. The bastard was leaving me high and dry on purpose. I wasn’t one of those girls that could just stop and wait until later, so I stayed face down on the ottoman and shoved my right hand under me, and my left hand went back behind and between my legs to finger my pussy. I didn’t find it funny that he stood over me and belittled me for not having cum yet. I was close to my orgasm when he told me that I should be getting use to serving him this way. I tried to muffle my own grunts of joy as I finally twirled my little man into a frenzy until I had a mind blowing climax. I couldn’t believe my orgasm was that good considering how badly he had just sabotaged it.

You fucking prick! Why did you do that to me? I was pissed that he had gotten his rocks off on me, and then just walked away before I got mine.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, Because you’re my cuckold now.

I pulled my shorts back up and went back to the basement to sulk. It didn’t help anything, but it was all I had to do. It wasn’t one of those things you called up your girlfriend to talk about. Besides, I don’t think anyone I knew that was even near my age would understand the meaning of a cuckold. Hell, I didn’t understand why a guy that says he loves me so damn much would not only want to cheat on me, but rub it in my face. But now was the time to try to figure it out because I just heard him leave the house.

I skulked up the stairs and jumped online. I did a search for cuckolds that only brought me to a vast number of porn sites. I had no idea of the extent of peoples fascination with a subject I had just learned existed. I refined my search to training cuckolds. Besides a number of erotic stories on cuckolds, there were a few web sites devoted to the training of cuckolds. I noticed one was a visited link by the color of the hyperlink. That meant that Rick had been to this site already and thus could prove highly informative. I hit the link and waited for the site to come up. As it came into view, the first picture pretty much said everything I was feeling. There was a girl on her knees, watching as a guy and a girl went at it on the bed in front of her. The big title of the page read ‘Training your cuckold in seven easy steps’.

I couldn’t fathom that there was a teaching guide for this awful way of torturing a spouse or lover. There was a passage right under the title that made me feel a lot better. It read, ‘In picking your cuckold, you must make certain that there is no greater love in your life, other than the desire to show your new cuckold the wonders of being controlled’. This was a good thing? Someone could actually think that a person could crave being controlled and thus humiliated? They should be in my shoes at the moment. I continued reading the introduction and felt a little better of my warped boyfriends’ intentions. It made several mentions of how the ‘master’ had to feel no greater love for anyone else. The residual sex was supposed to be more for the heightened pleasure of the cuckold than anything. I was still having a very hard time understanding the appeal in all this.

I looked at the seven steps talked about and was horrified at them. I had hit the nail on the head with the humiliation part. They read as;

1) Humiliation of Knowing

2) Submission

3) Humiliation of Watching

4) Acceptance

5) Humiliation of Involvement

6) Control

7) Humiliation – Lusting for it by License

In a way I felt like Rick had just put me through the first three steps, including to submitting to him by letting him fuck me. But then again, I really hadn’t let him do that. I looked through a great deal of the site before I happened upon the letter section where people on both sides would send in feedback. I picked a few of the letters that were supposed to be from cuckolds. I felt that the people writing them were very sick and there seemed to be many more letters from guys than girls. But they all had the same characterizations. They would talk about how hard it had been to accept their new roles, but seeing their mates having so much fun with life was their reward. Several mentioned what stage they were at in their training as if they were proud to be progressing. It was odd , I felt, that no one seemed to write before the fourth step – Acceptance. I guess that made sense.

I decided to see where Rick actually thought he was going to be taking me and started to read the breakdowns on the individual steps. Under step one, it spelled out almost in exact detail what Rick had just put me through with Shelly. It even talked about making sure not to start out with embarrassing your mate with someone much better than themselves because of the resentment it would instill in the proposed cuckold. That explained the dog-faced bitch Shelly really well. But I was very put off when it went on to say that the Master should wait to find more pretty/handsome partners until step five. It added that by that time the Master should have all but settled in on one or two people to enjoy their cuckold with on a regular basis.

Step two was also a close hit to what had just gone on. It stated how it was closely related to the first step as well as the third and that the cuckold should be made to submit sexually in between having to catch glimpses of the reality of their new situation and being told what was being done to them. Rewards for behaving as expected were encouraged during these steps.

Rick was such a bastard. He was going through these steps like he had studied them for a final exam in college. I was growing extremely angry at him, but I heard his car hitting the driveway so I downed the computer site and headed back downstairs.

While I waited for him to hunt me down, I decided not to tell him that I had found his secret web site. I wanted a chance to read more of it first. I heard him calling and could tell he was walking through the house looking for me. He finally came down to the laundry room and was holding something behind his back. I guessed it was probably rope or handcuffs by the way he had been treating me.

I got you something Heather. And from his back he produced a small bouquet of flowers and a bottle of my favorite champagne. I wanted to scratch his fucking eyes out when I realized he was plying me with ‘rewards’ as discussed on the web site. But I really didn’t want him to know what I knew, so I took them from him and bitched a little about how they didn’t make up for what he had just done to me. I told him that cheating on me wasn’t washed away with a couple of makeup gifts.

Sorry Heather, but I’m not trying to apologize for anything. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. It has to be hard for you learning to be a cuckold. It’s not in your nature.

It just kept getting worse, except hearing him tell me that he loved me still. That sounded so genuine and believable that my heart wanted to forgive him, but my mind still wanted to kick his ass. Does this mean it’s over and you’ll never see that bitch again?

No, not at all. I just want to make sure you know I’m doing this for both of us, but I also know how extremely hard it has to be for you to give up that control you always try to exert. Now I’m in control. And you will understand how much I love you.

The next part really caught me off guard. I knew we had been having problems lately, but I had no idea how bad he thought they had grown.

Heather, it was either this… or I was going to leave. We weren’t having fun anymore and life was getting so fucking stale. I know that making you my legitimate cuckold will put us right back on track. You’ll see, eventually.

Even as he took my hand to tow me to the extra couch we kept in the open area of the basement, I simply couldn’t digest why he would ever think I would submit to his requests. And, he was going to leave me? I hadn’t a clue that he was that unhappy with our relationship. I had to agree that it had grown very stale, but we never seemed to lose our love for each other.

When he sat me down on the couch, he opened the champagne and we drank the whole thing straight from the bottle. We talked about his wanting to leave and how things had gone so sour, but he refused to talk about this cuckold thing; that is until the bottle was gone. He told me had had bought a second bottle and went to the refrigerator to get it. This time he brought glasses back with him. And by the time he got back tears were streaming down my face that had started when I thought about how close I had come to losing him and never even knew it.

He began trying to comfort me and thought my tears were because of what he had done to me, but I told him he had it all wrong. I told him how bad I felt that he ever wanted to leave me and that I still loved him as much as ever. But I couldn’t refrain from telling him just how much it hurt me to see him with Shelly, and actually pawing at her.

Rick poured us our next drinks and told me that he had warned me of what he was going to do to me. And then he changed that to ‘for me’. I was already catching a buzz, so I had trouble seeing exactly what was for my benefit. Normally seeing your man feeling up a strange girl that’s sitting on his lap is a bad thing, so why did he think it was good? The subject finally turned to the cuckold thing and I immediately just whined, But I don’t want to be a cuckold.

No one does at first sweetie, but that’s what the training is for. You want to make our lives together work don’t you?

Yes, but why this way?

He promised to tell me later. What I didn’t realize was that he meant after he had me properly trained. I knew I would hate myself for it, but I asked him what my training would consist of, if it continued.

Honey… you have two choices. You can simply agree to the training, or at least tolerate it until it kicks in, or… you might as well leave.

I started crying at just the thought of leaving him. I tried so hard to figure out why he wanted to do this to me, but I could feel the love he had for me and didn’t care much about anything else.

And as far as what you can expect? Well, it’s more psychological than anything. You have to change your whole perception of life and how we interact with it. I’m going to show you the thrill of living in such a unique way that you’ll want to tell everyone. But I don’t want you to tell anyone because this is our secret life now.

He went on, There will be more visits with other girls so you see how meaningless they are next to you. I’m going to take your love for rough sex and show you a lot of hot times with new ways to use it. And when I think you’re ready, I’m going to brand you with my mark and let another guy sex you up for a change. You‘ll love that part I bet.

I was totally blown away at how far ahead he had been thinking. And just the thought of screwing another guy seemed so ridiculous, but it did get me a little wet. We were just about to finish off the second bottle when Rick asked me if I was ready for a good fucking. I thought he was joking until he started mentioning possible ways of taking me. After talking about everything from standing me against the wall to tying me over the picnic table in the backyard, I was ready for a good one. Then as if to subject me to salt in my wounds, he told me how much fun it had been for him to force me over the ottoman. That was the wound! The salt came when he said he was going to fuck the hell out of me and tell me what he was going to do to Shelly on her next visit as he did.

I got mad and told him to fuck his fist. Instead, he went into the role I had learned to love so much. He wasn’t going to make love to me, he was ready to ravage me; no matter what it took. I knew by the look in his eyes that he was in his rough mode, a mode I really loved. It meant that I would fight to keep him off me, but we both knew he was going to win. He had never hurt me, but I loved the way he refused to let me say no. He had grown to know as well as I did that the fight was almost the better half of the sex. I’d always loved the way he would forcibly strip me and twist me all around. When he would hold me down, especially my arms, I could feel the steam fuming from my pussy.

I started to get off the couch, but he grabbed my arm and spun me around to get me onto my back. Again I felt his hands working feverishly to undo my shorts. I twisted to one side to make it hard for him, but he put me onto my back again and half laid on me to hold me down as he slipped his hands between us to work on my shorts. As I struggled with him, I remembered how Shelly had taunted me by pushing Rick’s hands off her boobs repeatedly because she knew he would go right back for them. She had been trying to show me how much he wanted her. Now it was me that he was proving he was hot for, and it wasn’t just for a quick feel. I was getting very turned on by the feel of his need for me and I could feel that smugness come across my face that he often talked about after the fact. I had him in a bad way, so I knew I was going to get an amazing fuck if I kept him driving hard enough for it.

I guess that I pissed him off when I fought back a little too hard and he flipped me onto my stomach. The next thing I knew he was ripping my shorts down by the waistband and I could feel the air on my bare ass. I tried to push myself up on my arms, but a hand on my back shoved me face first into the cushion. I felt my shorts and panties getting tugged off my feet, and when my legs were freed I squirmed all around. The feel of my bush grinding into the cushions sent me into a sexual heaven.

Then without warning, Rick ripped my top in half and I was slightly conscious that it was one of my most comfortable. The top was still clinging to my arms but in tatters and I was feeling so wildly exposed. I wanted to flip around to see his face, but when I began to wiggle under him, he lifted my top half off the couch and flattened me rather quickly to the couch again. This was the part I loved most and squirmed as hard as I could, slammed my knees together, and wrapped my arms under me to keep his hands from groping my tits. The thrill of him fighting to get just a quick grope of me was mind blowing.

As Rick was gloating over getting me prepared for him, I made one last attempt to get away from his grip. I felt a quick slap across my ass and thought how that was a new thing between us. Then Rick, sounding very out of breath began the assault on me, but not the way I had anticipated.

With my arms pinned, my face twisted to its side and into the cushion, I heard him say, Now, lets talk about what’s up for Shelly. All I had to hear was her name and I was pissed at the speed of light. I almost lifted him off the couch, but he was just too strong for me. The next thing I knew he was squeezing one of his knees between my own to pry my legs open. I was swearing at him and calling him everything in the book. As he worked to get my legs spread for himself, unzip his pants, and still control my upper body; I was getting pushed head first into the arm of the couch.

I could tell by his pause that he was working his pants off his legs. He began talking about that bitch coming over on Friday night for a second date and I could feel tears welling in my eyes. He was fighting to fuck me, but talking about wanting to fuck her. Just moments ago I was all set for some fabulous makeup sex, and now that his legs were free, I was being pushed so hard against the couch arm that my body was buckling. I suddenly felt him lifting me over the arm, and pushing me toward the floor. I reached out my arms fearing I was going to hit the floor hard, but he stopped when my crotch was over the arm. I felt him spreading my legs and aiming himself. I couldn’t believe he was going to try fucking me as I was hanging half off the end of the couch. My tits were slowly being freed as my torn top was getting jostled off my body. Their unfettered jiggling was driving me nuts with eroticism.

What do you think? Would Shelly like getting fucked like this?

I fought to get away from him. He continued to torment me. I bet she’d rather be treated like a lady, huh? Then I felt him push his cock into me in one long push. This was when I would normally calm down and let him have me, but he just had to rub her into my face. I can’t wait to see how rough she’ll let me get with her. You gonna watch us fucking this time?

I was screaming for him to shut up, but he was working himself into a steady rhythm that was making me mad at myself because my body was starting to respond to him. He was on his knees fucking me hard and fast just the way he knew I loved it, and it wasn’t long before I realized he had stopped talking about her and was telling me how much he wanted me to accept him fucking other girls. He pointed out to me that the very fucking I was getting now was because of his fucking around on me in the first place. And I started to think of just what was going on with me. Here I was half off the couch, holding myself up on my arms, being forcefully held in place by my hips for the most decisive fucking I had had in some time. I had thought this morning that the ottoman had been good, but actually, if it weren’t for talking about his other bitch, this was the wildest fucking position I’ve ever been taken in.

…Did I just say his other bitch?

The champagne was really keeping me from concentrating on anything. I found myself making the deepest moaning sounds as my clit was getting bumped repeatedly into the arm of the couch. I started shuddering as my legs were getting spread wider, and I was beginning an orgasm that wasn’t going to stop until Rick shot his load into me a couple of minutes later. When I felt him unloading into me, it occurred to me that my moaning had turned into outright screaming. As soon as I heard them, I tried calming myself down. I didn’t want him to know just how well he had fucked me. But I was too late. My screams had given me away.

As soon as he released my hips I pulled myself the rest of the way to the floor and felt his cum drooling from my cunt. But his time he didn’t just get dressed as he had earlier. He came to me, pushed me onto my back on the floor, and rubbed my face with his fingers. He leaned over me and kissed my eyelids and cheeks, and nibbled the tip of my nose. His nibbling traced its way to my ear lobes and I was melting away into a dreamy, drunken stupor. He told me that he was going to take me shopping the next day for some sexy clothes and to buy a top to replace the one he had just torn off me. The last thing I remember until I woke late into the night was him saying, You’re going to make such a wonderful cuckold.

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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.

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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?

She doesn’t even…

Jason stopped me before I could make it into a full blown lie. I know you talk to her everyday. And… I fully expect she knows all the little details by now.

Since he didn’t look as irritated or angry as I would have thought he would be, especially since I had promised him I wouldn’t tell her anything intimate, I decided to end my last big lie to him. You know she’s been my best friend forever, and I really need to talk to someone about all this, and…

I know, I know! Jason stopped me and made his point. As long as I never have to see her again, and since I’m never going back home, I don’t really care anymore. You don’t think I know what you’re talking about when you hang up every time I come through the door?

I asked, Then you don’t mind if I talk to her about all this then?

As long as you can refrain from talking about me when I’m around, I don’t really care? There’s a world of other stuff you can talk about when I’m in the room.

Again I just looked at him and quietly said to myself, Awesome! This is just the greatest guy in the world. Then I told him, But this is our celebration, so I’m all yours tonight.

He smiled, looked slowly around the male infested bar and after a big sigh, Right! I don’t care anymore. You’ve proven to me that you can contain yourself and that you really do love me, despite the things you got a kick out of doing to me, so have fun. He must have realized that he was giving me an open invitation, so he added, Within reason? And as long as it’s safe.

Since he was still sporting a smile, I told him I would take it easy on him, but I did start looking at all the guys around me a little differently. I even imagined what a couple of them might be like in the sack.

We had a fairly nice meal and were talking about my new job when two guys walked over to the table and introduced themselves; to me. When the taller of them made it clear that he was trying to pick me up, I blurted out, How fucking rude! My boyfriend is sitting right here.

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The guy shot him a scathing look and said he thought he was my brother. However, he didn’t leave and kept hitting on me. Jason was smiling because he knew this was just the type of man I found interesting in my own Sybil-way. And he was right, because as rude as the guy was, he was turning my head with his salacious charm. When he invited me to sit with him and his friend, I pointed out that I wasn’t going anywhere with him, so he asked if they could sit with us. His friend decided to go back to his own table, but there was something about this guy that made me fall for him, But you can sit with us if you want.

One peek Jason’s way told me he knew I was going to have my fun and the guy, Jack, started right in openly flirting with me again. I kept making small talk with Jason while he kept steering the conversation his way, and finally I asked Jason to get me another drink. He started to hold up his hand to summon the waitress, but one look at me and he decided to go to the bar to get it himself. As soon as he was gone I laid it straight out for Jack. Look, I love the flirting and all, but I won’t tolerate you insulting my guy.

He fired back with, Oh, you’re just a cock tease then, I see.

I love to tease them, but it doesn’t always end that way; necessarily!

That put him on the ropes and he asked, Then I have a chance of getting you back to my place tonight?

He seemed floored again when I said in no uncertain way, Not a chance of it. You could be a serial killer for all I know.

Now he knew there was a slight possibility of getting into my pants, which set my lips to quivering, but he was going to have to put some effort into making me trust him first. He asked me if I would go to a hotel with him just as Jason came back with my drink and I answered, That’s still a little too… private; for now anyway.

I saw I had the poor guy totally confused, but I would have bet a grand on whether or not he had a boner under the table. He finally began treating Jason as if he were sitting with us and made some of his own small talk. After taking a serious look at the guy, I decided that he might just have a chance with me after all. With that in mind, I decided to empty my bladder, just in case. I found out from Jason later on that the conversation immediately turned to my teasing of his instrument and he was trying to get Jason to tell him how he could be alone with me.

Jason wasn’t just going to act like my pimp and just hand me over to the guy; especially since the second I was gone he had gone back to ignoring the fact that he was my boyfriend. When I got back, Jason decided to go to the bathroom himself so as to give us a minute alone. He denied it later on, but I know where his heart is now.

The second he began pleading with me to make him a happy man for the night, I told him again that I was there with Jason and I wasn’t dumping him. He asked about meeting me later then, and I told him that might be possible. When he told me he didn’t believe Jason was really my boyfriend, I finally decided to answer his repeated assertions over my link with Jay. I told him how Jason and I had an understanding and that under the right circumstances I might just walk away with the right guy. That was when he made everything feasible. He had just asked me to go to the parking lot with him just to fool around a little when Jason came back again.

I leered at him and responded with, That could be something to think about. Jason had to see my heightened aroused state and asked me if I was leaving. I knew he was just worried about me going off with a stranger to his place and I told him, No, but he did just ask me out to his car to… well, that isn’t important. I really wanted Jason’s permission to go and asked, What do you think? Would he dare kill me in a parking lot?

Jason told me that it sounded harmless, and pretended to be absorbed in his drink to spare his pride from what I was really getting ready to do to him. Jack started building on Jason’s tacit approval to let me run off with him to the parking lot by trying to make me feel safe. Just the way he was looking at my tits, I knew he had driven himself to the point of lustful no return. But, I still made him work to gain my acceptance of his offer.

When he got to the point of nearly begging me to accompany him, I turned to Jason and gave him a peck on the cheek. I wanted to ask him to watch us from a distance to make sure the guy didn’t try to drive off with me, but that would be so cruel to him. Instead, I said loud enough for Jack to hear, If I’m not back in fifteen minutes, call the cops.

I thought Jack was going to have a heart attack that I had finally accepted his invitation, but his eagerness began bothering me right about then. I thought for a moment and smirked as I said, Give me your license.

Jack was obviously concerned over my request and I told him once more to give it to me. Not wanting to miss a chance to brag to his friend over copping a feel of me, he eventually took it out and handed it over. I kidded him about wanting to make sure he was of legal age, but instead of handing it back to him, I laid it under the plate in front of Jason. That worried him a little, but as I told both of my present men; that way Jason would know who I was with if something happened. Jack was worried that Jason had his license in his possession, so I told Jason not to touch it unless the fifteen minutes went by. That appeased him and I started getting up from the table. When Jack stood, I saw an amazingly thick cock running down the side of his leg and smiled. I took a last apologetic look Jason’s way and began walking beside Jack towards the front door.

I can’t believe your boyfriend would be dumb enough to let you walk off with another guy. Jack looked at me and added, Is he really that stupid?

I answered, Not at all; that’s how much he loves me. I get to run my own sex life now.

I looped my arm into Jack’s and let him walk me to his car. The father away from the lights we got, the more worried I grew that I had made a serious mistake in judgment. Jack’s car turned out to be near the rear of the lot behind the bar and I was too afraid to get in when he opened the door. I steered him towards the rear of his car instead and rubbed my chest into the front of him. He was happy to make out with me right there and understood my apparent fear.

Jack wasn’t shy at all and soon had one hand under my halter top and the other rubbing its way up my inner thigh and under my skirt. There’s just something so fucking hot about that first groping session; letting a new guy have at me to explore my hidden assets for that first time. Besides tweaking my left nipple as if he was tuning in a radio dial, he had a nice touch. I melted my form into his to capture his full attention and to enjoy the feeling of what my life had come to offer me.

Jack had me half sitting on the trunk of his car while he enjoyed the feel and heated passion oozing from me. When he started telling me how badly he wanted to fuck me, I reached down and began feeling for his cock. It still ran down the side of his leg, but I wondered how painful it had to be for him not standing up in the direction it wanted to be in. I decided that if nothing else, I had teased his cock enough so that I at least owed him a blowjob. I began opening his pants as I took a quick look around the lot to make sure the coast was clear.

When I had his pants undone and pulled down, I took a final look behind us and went to my knees. I dragged his boxers down with me and freed his little friend. Maybe I shouldn’t refer to it as little. It wasn’t quite as long or as thick as Mack’s had been, but it was even harder and still much larger than Jason’s. I felt so bad at always thinking of Jason’s cock as small, but that was simply the way it was and I couldn’t change things in that area.

When I pulled Jack’s cock to my mouth, it felt so heaLynne and hot in my hand. My moaning started automatically the second I bobbed my head down over it. When he took my head in his hands, I remembered watching Mack do that to Jason and shuddered over the memory. I wondered how long it might be before seeing something that wild again and thought about how many times I had masturbated over the thought of that as Jason was at work. I dropped his cock from my mouth and lapped at his hairy balls for a little bit before taking his cock back into my mouth. I was only there for a few seconds when I felt Jack trying to pull me to my feet. I really didn’t want to leave him unfinished and balked, but he lifted me up anyway.

I understood what he was trying to do when he began spinning me away from him, but I felt odd letting him do what he wanted right in a parking lot. However, feeling his hand lifting my skirt over my ass and working my thong to the side was just too wild to stop him. He gave my shoulders a little push almost as if asking if he could have me, and I answered him by leaning my hands against the trunk of his car and presenting my butt a little. In seconds, I felt him searching for my opening by rubbing his cock through my vulva, quickly followed by several quick intrusions of just the tip of his cock.

I wiggled my ass a little to get a more relaxed feel going, and then I felt his extremely rigid shaft sliding into me undeterred. It felt like pure heaven melting its way into me. Just as I moaned over his bottoming out on me, I saw a tiny bit of movement to the side of the building that I was now facing. I would have freaked out if his cock didn’t feel so damn good resting inside of me, but it did, so I kept an eye out in the general direction of the shadow.

Jack started humping into me real slowly and it felt great. I was even fucking back against him and thinking about how lucky I was to have Jason in my life. He gave me the best of all worlds. I began wondering just how much of his interest was over my benefits however, when I figured out that the shadow I had seen earlier was actually his. He was watching me getting fucked. It turned me on to know that he was watching, but also made me wonder if he were allowing me to have at other men just for his own kicks. It didn’t really matter at the moment, but I was mystified again when I saw him sneaking back around the corner towards the front of the building.

The next several minutes could only be described as heaven in the way Jack slow fucked me. We had one unwanted visitor on the other side of the lot, but he was soon gone and none the wiser to what we were doing. When Jack started to cum in me, he had me fully impaled with my feet struggling to find a step on his bumper. It may not have been the fantastic fuck I had been reminiscing over that Mack had given me, but it certainly took care of the hornies I had before coming out here with him.

When he pulled away from me, I pulled my thong back in place and smoothed out my skirt. I thanked Jack for a marvelous fuck and when he reached out towards my chest, I let him take one last quick feel of my girls before hiding them under my top again. I was swooning on his arm as we walked back to the front door again and asked him to continue playing nice in front of my boyfriend. He told me that I had been a very hot lay for him and thanked me, and gave me the usual offer of, If you ever need another helping hand? I gave him a well deserved kiss and he escorted me back to Jason.

Jack grabbed his license and excused himself immediately. I figured he had gotten what he wanted, just as I had, so he went back to his friend. I thought about him telling his friend what had happened and felt a little leakage get pushed out of me over the nastiness of having that guy find out what I had done with his friend. I leaned over to kiss Jason before realizing I had just sucked on a guy’s cock, but he got a kiss anyway. He didn’t seem to notice any difference in taste. I leaned into his ear and asked, Did you enjoy watching?

Jay smiled and leaned back to say, I wasn’t watching. I was making sure he was driving off with you.

I was so enamored by his odd act of chivalry that I gave him a passionate kiss for being my white knight. He did become a little curious over whether I had enjoyed myself as I thought I would and I asked him, Doesn’t my grin tell you that?

After teasing Jason over my clandestine trip to the parking lot and seeing he really wasn’t jealous or upset by it, I was feeling like a million dollar lottery ticket waiting to be discovered. I was staring into Jay’s wonderful eyes when he nodded his head for me to look at something. I turned to see Jack’s friend coming our way. Jason leaned into my ear again and whispered, I guess you have another suitor.

Jason told me later that my facial reaction to his words made it more than evident that I liked his assessment over why the man coming towards us was doing so and he even excused himself to get another drink to make it easier for me to finagle.

The man sat down beside me and reminded me that his name was Bull, and I kidded around with him over how he got his name. It turned out that he hadn’t gotten it because he was hung like a bull as I might have thought, but rather because as a teenager the name stuck after past girlfriends began spreading it around. He claimed that one of the reasons for the nickname was because he had huge balls which they thought were worth bragging over. That was a claim that I found somewhat necessary to investigate, and was hoping Jason’s comment was right. Bull told me that Jack had told him all about what we had done in the parking lot, and I told him I thought he had just by the way he left me so quickly.

I was flirting back with Bull and toying with a round cracker in my leftover plate when Jason came back. A very disturbing thought came to me that I wanted to involve Jason in my conquests, but I didn’t really want to humiliate him by bringing him out to the parking lot. The constant wet feeling in my crotch gave me another idea. Just as humiliating in its own way, but only between Jason and myself.

Bull wanted me to take a walk with him. I’m not sure I want to go anywhere with a guy named Bull. What do you think, Jason? Should I trust him to be a gentleman?

I could see Jason was stammering because he really didn’t want to become an active part in his own embarrassment, but that seemed to be exactly what my perverse mind was craving. I asked Bull to give us a minute and he went back to Jack’s table.

First, I set up Jason with my needs. He’s such a hunk, what do you think?

Jason basically gave me the shoulder shrug, so I mentioned several times how I wanted to try doing it with two guys back-to-back in the worse way, and then left it up to him to please me. I knew he didn’t want to be my spoiler, and I wanted him to be a real part of my affair. I twiddled the cracker I still had in my hand and said, It’s up to you sweetie. Eat the cracker and I’ll get my wish. Or you can just throw it away and that’ll be that.

Jason didn’t like having to give me such a clear answer to preserve his official reluctance of sharing me. However, after a moment he reached out to take the cracker from me, but I pulled it away and grinned at him. Oh, it’s not going to be that easy for you. He watched as I brought the cracker under the table and I told him to watch what I was going to do with it.

When he was tilting just enough to see my legs under the table top, I pulled my skirt up, tugged back the crotch to my thong, and began swabbing the cracker against my vulva in a scooping fashion. I squeezed my muscles tight until I felt my fingertips getting moist, and then swabbed myself again. Jason sat back up and was wide-eyed in disbelief over what I was doing. I stared at his face as he scrunched it up and began telling me how he couldn’t/wouldn’t do what I was asking. Just as I pulled the cracker back to my plate, I saw a very large glob of cum had plopped out of me and onto the cracker along with other copious amounts of obvious semen.

I toyed and displayed the cracker to Jason while I talked about how much I really wanted to see what Bull was hiding in his pants. Jason stuck to his guns and kept shaking his head. Finally, Bull came back and asked me what my decision was going to be, and I turned to look at Jason.

Well dear, what do you think? I was holding one hand over my other to conceal the cracker and begging Jason with my eyes to join my world of perversion. After a second inquiry from Bull, he reached over and took the cracker from me and held it covered in his hands. I asked him one more time. Well. Sweetheart, what do you think?

I saw him close his eyes and stuff the entire cracker into his mouth so that Bull wouldn’t have a chance to see what was on it. I watched as he began chewing it quickly to get it small enough to swallow. Jason would tell me later about how I had looked at that moment. He watched my eyes gloss over at seeing him do my bidding and said it looked almost like I was in the middle of an orgasm, which he took as his own reward. Indeed, I would have to admit to him that I had had a small one right there at the table.

I got up from the table and smiled at Bull, but leaned back down to kiss Jason on the cheek one more time before going off to cheat on him. I couldn’t help myself now that I was in my euphoric state, placed another cracker from the dish onto my plate, and told him, Don’t worry, love. I’ll bring you back more dip for another cracker.

His facial torment was priceless to me as I followed Bull out the door. I didn’t grab onto his arm until we were outside to spare Jason the public embarrassment if anyone was noticing what I was doing, and saw that it was sort of my way of telling him that I was all his now. Not much was said as he led me right to the back of his friends’ car and spun me into his arms. I was really beginning to like getting swept up into a strange man’s arms. There was something about that action that made me feel like I was rightfully their property to partake of and I became putty in their hands. I think one of the wildest things of getting molested by a new man is watching his feverish hands exploring my body like it was a priceless vase and seeing the excitement in his eyes like I’m to be played with as a new toy.

I glanced back where I had seen Jason spying on me earlier and saw he was there again. I hugged up on Bull and spun him around so I could wave to Jay behind his back. I was excited over my dalliance and waved to him to display that, but either he felt jealous over me being in another’s mans arms, or he really was just checking to see that I wasn’t being spirited away. I saw him turn and head back into the bar. I also saw his leaving as a problem when I felt how vulnerable I really was in such a large man’s hands, all alone in the dark. I knew I was going to have to find a safer way to play when away from Jason.

I decided the best way to stay safe was to show this man that I wasn’t just a cock tease and headed towards my knees right away. I told him I just had to see for myself if the legend were true. I remember feeling like a very young girl on my knees in front of such a large man as Bull while I struggled to get his pants undone. He had a beer belly, not a big one, but undeniable and it made getting at him a little harder than normal.

When I finally got his underwear down, I was amazed by two things. His cock was much smaller than I would have assumed such a large man would have, but it was thick. It just wasn’t very long and stuck straight out from his body as soon as it got fully hard. The other thing was that he did have huge balls. I would guess nearly twice the size of Mack’s, and his had been larger than Jason’s. I lifted them in my hands to feel their weight and marveled over their exoticness. I found myself lapping at them just to see what they felt like on my tongue.

I took Bull’s cock into my mouth and fellated the hell out of him while my hands kept groping this man’s humungous testicles. I knew when I stood up there was going to be one question that had to be asked. That would have to wait however, until I had gotten my fill of the man from this particular vantage point. Even though the cock I was serving at the moment was smaller than all of my extra curricular lovers of the past three weeks, it was still thicker than Jason’s, but only a hair longer. I was starting to understand that girth had a lot to do with the overall appearance of size.

I felt a small pulse from my lover and felt a quick spurt of cum. At first I was afraid I had missed taking a ride on him, but soon realized that it had just been an amazing amount of precum. I stood up and wanted to make sure I did get a ride on his pickling machine before it was too late and tried to kiss him. He pulled away and I saw that he was one of those guys that thought it was perfectly okay for my mouth to taste like cock, but not his. I had seen it many times before hooking up with Jason, so I let it go and rubbed myself all over his big belly.

So, how do you want to do this, big boy?

Bull told me that Jack had told him how he had taken me and I was totally alright with that idea. I spun around and felt my skirt getting lifted over my ass again. Bull didn’t want to risk rubbing his shaft raw on my butt floss thong, so I felt him ripping them down just enough to have free access to me. I presented my ass one more time and braced my hands against the trunk.

While he was figuring out where to line up, I popped the big question. I’m sorry and you’ll probably think I’m stupid, but about those huge balls of yours. Does that mean you make a lot more cum than most guys, or does size matter?

He laughed just as I felt him hit my sweet spot and responded with, Normally, it has nothing to do with anything. But I do happen to be the exception. That’s the other reason I got my nickname; I do manufacture a great deal of cum compared to most guys.

All the while Bull and I were making ourselves comfortable with each other I kept wondering just how much semen the guy did shoot off; and then, what it would be like to see Jason finding out as I watched him taking his second dude. The thought of that brought me back to watching him eat his cracker earlier and I smiled knowing that I had gotten him to do that for me. Just thinking about that nearly gave me another small orgasm.

As Bull went about fucking the hell out of me, he lifted my halter and wanted to pull it over my head. I tried stopping him because we were in a parking lot and I had to worry about other people walking by, but he won. It did turn out to be a crazy addition to my feelings however, with my boobs knocking forward and then bouncing back to my chest with each thrust.

This was only the second time in my life that I had done two guys back to back, other than two weeks earlier. However, that time Jason was the second guy and I knew it was unfair to him, but I really didn’t feel that his effort that night rose to the level of being a real fuck as much as what he had done to me with his tongue and lips.

My nipples in the night air grew to hard little pebbles and I felt a line of tingling go from them right down to my clit. Evidently, when you have such big balls, it takes a little longer to make them spew their reward. It had to take ten minutes or better just for me to feel like Bull was getting closer to cumming. It took so long that Jason got worried and came back around the side of the building for a second peek to make sure we were still there. When I saw him, I remembered the night that he had to watch me getting fucked while on his knees in front of Mack, and I was hoping he would stay to see it happening again. But after watching us fuck against the trunk of Jack’s car for a few minutes, I guess he couldn’t take anymore and left again.

Too bad, too! Right after I saw him creeping away, Bull gripped my hips in his hands real tight and began ramming into me extremely hard. Jason was still in my mind enduring all sorts of humiliation at my hands as I waited for the inevitable flood of warmth. And then Bull grunted more loudly than I felt comfortable hearing considering our venue, and I felt like I was getting a warm douche squirted into me. I gasped at the feeling it caused within me, and then I felt it happening again. I pushed my ass back into Bull to garner every tiny nuance and sensation.

Unlike any other time in my sexual consummations, I felt a flood of cum backfiring out of me. It was the oddest feeling that didn’t deter Bull from continuing to pump his cock into me. I felt more of his stuff getting pressured out of me and wondered just what the hell was going on back there. I began thinking that he was actually pissing in me and brought a hand down between my legs to wet my fingers to smell the fluid. It not only smelled right, but I could see in the little bit of light around us that it even looked right; just perhaps thinner in texture.

When Bull was finally done relieving himself, I felt him pull out of me and stood up to the wildest and freakiest sensation of my life. Before my muscles had time to constrict my lips closed, I felt a flood of cum spilling out of me. I spread my legs and held my skirt up to keep it from getting soiled and waited for the feeling of my body drooling to subside. I turned my head to see Bull grinning over my amazement. Assuming that most of it had drained from me, I had nothing else to use but my hand to scoop what I could away from me and flung it to the ground. I looked at the mess on my fingers and Bull told me he’d get something to wipe us up with, and went into the car. He came back with a shirt he told me to use after wiping his cock dry.

I asked Bull if this was his normal output and he grinned again as he told me he had been checked out as a teenager and found that his sperm count was normal, but his balls made an unusually large amount of semen to carry it out of him. I knew this was something I was going to have to ask around about; and Abby came to mind right away. She wasn’t going to believe this! Jason wasn’t going to either.

A couple of minutes later, it was Bull’s turn to be dropping me back off to Jason and he seemed fixed on my face. He wanted to know if anything was wrong and all I could tell him at the moment was, You won’t believe what just happened. I saw the cracker I had left on my plate to taunt Jason while I was gone, but I didn’t really think I could do anything with it other than get it wet, so I threw it back onto the plate in the center of the table. I had a greater desire.

I grabbed Jason’s hand and insisted that we leave for home immediately and only paused long enough to pay our check and wave to my two studs smiling at our quick departure. Jason wanted to know all the way home what had happened to get me so excited, but I didn’t want to spoil what I had in mind and told him he had to wait to find out.

Back in our room, I insisted that Jason strip down and lie on the bed, and grew angry when he didn’t seem interested in complying. I ordered him again to strip in my typically bitch-in-heat way, and that got a response. I was stripped way ahead of him and impatiently waited for him to get on his back. I could see he was putting things together, but I was in no mood for his hesitation. For the first time doing this to him, I wasn’t being at all nice or contrite. I slung my right leg over his chest and almost immediately rested my pussy square over his mouth. After screwing two men and even after Bull’s macho display, I was still craving Jason to finish me off as only he knew how, and I launched my mind into space.

I could feel his tongue pausing trying to understand my apparent wetness, but he would have to wait until after my orgasm to get an explanation. I rubbed myself against his face roughly trying to show him just how badly I needed his help, and like the lover of mine that I knew him to be, he finally got to work. I don’t think I ever ground my bottom into Jason so hard before, but remembering what Bull had felt like cumming in me left me in such an urgent need to cum myself. And when Jason brought me to my special place, I probably came harder than ever before. I’ve had many much greater orgasms, but never have I cum that hard.

The next morning was a Saturday and I let Jason sleep in and went outside to call Abby. I just had to tell her about the night before and ask her about Bull. If not for my excited state, she probably wouldn’t have believed a word of it. I guess just talking about it to her made me have the strange need to pee, so I snuck into the room to go. Jason was awake and saw me scurrying to the bathroom. I continued my gossiping ways until I came back out, but remembering what Jason had asked of me, I changed the subject to something I could speak to in front of him. I wanted to go back outside to continue the real nitty gritty, but I felt it was more important at the moment to include Jason and kept our conversation on our current work situations. However, just before hanging up on Abby, she asked if I was going to torture Jason over Bull’s exercise and I smiled at Jason. He looked back as I answered her, I think I’m going to have to; but he’s been a real trooper. He’ll live!

Jason knew I had just broken his new rule; a tiny bit.

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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.

See, I exclaimed, it’s not that bad. You just think about how much what you’re doing is turning on your boyfriend, and you swallow. But I guess since your boyfriends are by proxy, it might be a little harder for you. I could see he was taking my actions as a real lesson and said just to tease him, Is he going to have a big cock? I like them really thick.

Jason seemed bewildered and asked, Who?

You just agreed that you’d find me my next guy. It’s going to be someone nice, I hope.

Jason wanted to take the last minute of his life back, but I was going to hold him to his words, even if they were said in the heat of passion. The thought of my boyfriend actually finding me another guy to screw was mind numbingly erotic for me and I wouldn’t let him forget that all day. And the more I mentioned it, the more he seemed to be getting off on the thought of doing it, too. Little did I know how quickly he was going to act on my demand?

Around noon time, Jason went for a walk. There wasn’t anything unusual about that as he did it nearly every day. I took the opportunity to use his time away to frig the hell out of myself and as always since last weekend, I finished myself off over the thought of Bull turning my insides into a bladder for his sperm. I almost invited Abby out for a day so we could try to find the guy again just to prove to her what I had said about him.

When Jason got back I could tell he had come up with something wicked. His smile was just too big and bright, and he had a bounce in his step. That was when I found that Jason thought it was okay for him to lie to me, under the right circumstances. And I wasn’t going to complain in the least when I caught him. He casually told me that he had met a couple of girls down the street and they had invited him to a party; a pool party. I was ashamed with myself when the green eyed monster sat on my shoulder. Jason rightfully teased me over my double standard, but quickly added that he loved the fact that I didn’t want to share him with other girls. I know it’s totally unfair that I get to screw around and yet freak over the thought of him doing the same exact thing. However, Jason liked my display because he saw how much I loved him by how protective I was over him.

He begged me to go to the party with him and when he told me that I could wear my micro to fend off any girls I didn’t like, I began changing my mind. My micro is just that! It is essentially two patches that cover just the front of my boobs, and an even smaller patch that covers my vulva. It didn’t even cover my mons entirely, so I would have to shave bald just to wear it. Just the thought of getting to wear that suit was turning me on, because it wasn’t like trolling for guys, it was more like casting a net for them. I had only worn it once before and I felt like I had pissed off Jason so much by the attraction I had gathered that I had tucked it away. But now he was suggesting it! I knew that any girl that thought she could steal Jason away from me would have second thoughts instantly when she got a load of me in that suit.

Jason seemed excited to get some of his manhood back by checking out these girls he had met, and in a way, I liked that he was excited about anything because of what he had been doing for me lately. I loved it when it was he who told me to get in the bathroom and shave myself for the suit and I happily went off to do it. All the while I was doing that, I was hoping that there would be some cute guys at this pool party, too. I didn’t want my micro to just be a defensive weapon. I thought about the possibility of finding a guy that I could talk into coming home with us. That wouldn’t be what Jason had signed up for, but if I was going to let him flirt with other girls; what the hell?

After taking a quick shower, I donned the suit and primped before going out to show myself off to Jason. He definitely liked what he saw and I asked him if I could really intimidate other girls into staying away from him wearing my micro.

They wouldn’t dare leave their guys alone to even get near me.

Jason had picked out a pair of white short shorts and a peasant style top for me to wear as a cover up and I was happy to see him wanting to dress me. And he really didn’t do a bad job of it. He spent the next few minutes teasing the hell out of me with the idea that he was going to flirt like hell with every girl at the party to get back at me for some of the things I had put him through. I almost backed out on him, but I decided that he wasn’t going to get to lay a hand on any bitch as long as I was with him, so I decided to let him have his thrill.

It turned out that the party was just a few blocks away from where we were staying, so we walked there. Jason was having a blast asking me all kinds of questions over what I wouldn’t freak out to see as opposed to what would send me ballistic. I finally told him that as long as he didn’t go off behind closed doors with another girl that he could do anything near the pool he could get away with; and that took a lot for me to offer him.

When we got to the house where the party was at, a guy opened the door and invited us to walk through the house and into the pool area out back. Just as we got to the glass doors near the rear of the house, I could see several too inviting of girls running around in skimpy bikinis by the pool. I barely noticed the two guys that had stopped us to talk to Jason.

Hey man, glad to see you could make it. I didn’t think you’d really come. And this must be Trish?

When I heard the wrong name, I got a little annoyed that Jason would allow my name to be mistaken and corrected the male, That’s Bliss; as in total happiness.

The guy looked up and down my body, smiled and responded with, I can see why people would say that.

I first sneered at Jason as if I had won a battle, and then looked over the guy that had said it. He wasn’t a hulk of a guy, but he had a pretty tight little bod on him. He started back out for the pool when it finally dawned on me how the guy had initially greeted us, I grabbed Jason’s arm to stop him.

Glad to see you could make it? Why’d he say that? I thought two girls invited you over here?

When Jason burst into a knowing smile, I understood what this sweet prick had done. All the time he had been teasing me about hooking up with girls, he knew better. He had conned me into this suit to show me off for my benefit, not to keep other girls away from him. I gave him a quick kiss and allowed him to lead me out to the pool.

I looked over the small crowd of thirty or so people and two girls came over to introduce themselves. One of them told us that we were overdressed and showed us where we could put our clothes. They seemed very nice and came with us to continue their greeting as we peeled off our outer cover-ups. I was keeping a good eye on them as they watched Jason taking off his shorts and got a little jealous of their attention at first, until both their eyes turned to me. Just the top of my suit made them raise their eyebrows, but when I stripped off my shorts, their mouths dropped open. I pretended that there wasn’t any big deal going on here, and their conversation started back up.

I was pleasantly pleased with myself when one of the girls stated, Not overly dressed now, are we?

The minute the guys started taking notice of me, I looped my arm into Jason’s and wrinkled up my nose at him. He had thrown me into a pool of hormones and pricks, and I wanted to advertise what guy I was there with to let him know just how much I loved him. Here I was worried that he was going to be hitting on a bunch of girls, and it turned out that he had brought me right into the middle of a boy buffet, dressed to score.

A couple of girls came over to compliment my suit and wanted to know where I had bought it. They seemed very nice and I caught one eyeing me a little more than I was used to seeing. They also liked the fact that not only did I have the balls to wear something so skimpy, but in front of my boyfriend as that. That gave me an opening to brag just how wonderfully lucky I was to have such a boyfriend, and that got him a couple of stares. The cute petite blonde asked if she could borrow him, and I wanted to scratch her eyes out just for mentioning it. But when I saw Jason’s chest puff out a tad bit, I sucked up my own jealousy and said, If you must, but bring him back in good shape.

That got giggles from the girls, a raised eyebrow from Jason, and an odd little quiver for me. I know that even though I got my mouth to say those words that I really didn’t mean it. But when I saw Jason’s frumpy attitude to see them leaving after having giggled, I felt really bad for him. I knew he didn’t understand their giggle as well as I did, but they sure weren’t making fun of him. It was more to appease me, the cat with her claws at the ready. If I had of been the first to turn away, either one of them probably would have taken a shot at hitting on him in some seductive way.

I kissed Jason on his neck and told him I would try to explain to him what just happened later on and when I saw he was still a little befuddled, I really felt bad for him. He had been giving so much to me and on top of that, even arranged out excursion to this party so I could get to know some guys. I stared at him as he looked off into the sky and I knew what I had to do.

Look dude, I started out, you’re never going to get a piece of tail hanging around with this one. I’m going to walk around and ‘pretend’ to swim. Why don’t you smile and wait for whatever little skank sidles up to you as soon as they see the coast is clear?

Obviously he told me he hadn’t come here for that, but I knew he really needed to feel from me what I wanted to say, but couldn’t. I sucked it up, grabbed his ass, and said, I’ll be alright. I’m not saying you have to try to get laid, but a little flirting won’t kill me. And when I saw he was still afraid of crossing me, Look it, I love you so frigging much. I’ve put you through the ringers, so if… if you need to do something to get back what I’ve beat up on so much, then… go ahead and do what you have to do. I pushed a knuckle into his arm until he winced and reminded him, But if you don’t come back to me, instead of getting your balls back, I’ll cut them off for good.

I must have made him believe me, because I finally got a serious laugh from him. I decided to walk around the pool and keep an eye on just what vixens might have been eyeing my sweetheart, and I wasn’t gone for thirty seconds when the two that had just giggled away at Jason went strolling back to him. I knew he would prefer the petite girl and sure enough, his eyes pinned to her body. I was driving myself crazy thinking about what would be getting said, so I had to get myself busy. I sat on the edge of the pool and dangled my feet in the water before diving in to get wet.

When I came up, I struck gold. Two young bucks just about my age were treading water right in front of me. I excused myself for nearly swimming into them and by their looks, they probably wouldn’t have noticed. They appeared to be three sheets to the wind already and about the only thing they did seem to notice were my buoys. One of them reached out and grabbed my right boob in his hand to heft it in his fingers, and when I turned away from him, it caused his fingers to tear away the tiny bit of fabric covering my nipple. I slapped at the water to splash his face and backed away, but the one split second my nipple was exposed caused the two of them instant mental erections.

Too bad I thought; they looked pretty tasty until they moved. I swam across the pool to get out and was met by two hands thrust in my direction offering to pull me out. I grabbed onto them before I realized the hands belonged to two different males. I thanked them for their help as I pulled my strings into a more comfortable position and one of the guys asked me if I needed a drink. I shrugged my shoulders and said, You can’t get me drunk without one.

I went to squeegee my body off with my hands and noticed a couple of chubbies coming from the crotches in front of me, and decided to tease them a little further by turning around to do my legs. I prayed that that tiny bit of fabric between my legs was covering the patch of me that it was bought to do. I heard some air being expelled not so gracefully behind me and turned back to my obvious admirers with a tantalizing smirk and one raised eyebrow.

See something I should know about, I asked them. All I got were some twisted grins and more raised eyebrows. I’ve always loved teasing guys and in this micro it was as easy as walking around in it.

One of the guys poked a finger towards my belly button and said, Now that’s a navel to drink from if I ever saw one. Ever let guys take shots from it?

I told him I had a couple of times and asked him if he ever did belly shots from a girl. Naturally he had if he was talking about it, but it was my exit from the pool area and he seemed like a nice escort. I was quickly invited into the basement where the hard stuff was and I told them to lead the way. I turned just before going back inside to see that Jason was still enamored with his admirers and tried to smile over his fishing abilities.

When I got down to the basement, I felt like a stripper walking on stage. All the guys down there began hooting over my exposure and I was pretty nervous until I saw at least three other girls were present. I was walked to the bar and the guy holding my hand told the dude acting as a bartender what he was up to, and received a shot of tequila. He took my hand and escorted me over to a low, long cocktail table in front of a couch and motioned for me to lie down. A small crowd gathered and a second shot appeared as I sat on the table. It was handed to me and I downed it like a professional alcoholic; and then proceeded to lie on my back. Hands went to my ass and I brushed them away before I would let the guy start the show.

The table wasn’t quite long enough to support my head, so I had to clasp my hands behind me to hold it up so I could see what was going on at my waist. I sucked in a little to make a bigger hollow in my tummy and he poured the shot onto me. Salt was poured just below my tits after I couldn’t move, for the obvious reason. The cheers began and he went to town with the salt first, bringing his tongue ever so close to the bottom of my boobs, and then slurped away at the liquid on my belly. All the onlookers cheering him on became deafening, yet encouraged me to no end. It felt so cool when he got to the bottom and began lapping away at me, pretending to lick me dry. I started to get up, but someone pushed me down again and I saw the crowd was trying to get a second guy to take a body shot off me.

It was fun being the center of attention amongst all these strangers, and since the two female faces I could see didn’t seem to mind my whorish behavior, I went along with the crowd. This time, the licking of the salt brought the guy’s tongue just to the bottom of my cups, with a quick attempt to lick under my left one. I saw where this was leading, so when I was begged to allow a third guy a turn, I gladly smiled and told him to go for it. I kept my eyes on a girl to one side of me and her face was clearly telling me what the guys I wasn’t looking at were plotting. I was a little amused to see her getting giddy as she watched the salt getting poured on my lower chest. We both knew what was coming for me, and she was delightfully waiting to see what the guy had in store for me.

The shot was poured and then the guy ran his tongue over some of the salt right at my cups, and then he went for the tequila. He only took three quarters of the shot and came back up for more salt. But this time he pushed my left cup to one side and began licking the bottom of my boob. I pretended to scold him as my hands were mysteriously stuck to the back of my head. After I watched my nipple harden over its public exposure, I looked at the girl again to see she was definitely feeling left out. I finally pushed the boys head back to my belly, but waited until he took his last laps to clean me up before sitting up to cover my boob. His hand darted to it first to take a quick feel before I pushed him away and got covered up. I didn’t want to become the center piece of an orgy, so I called it quits right there.

I went over to the bar for a wet towel to clean up the sticky residue and noticed that the girl that had been fascinated seeing me groped had followed me. But that was when I thought about Jason. The cute little blonde that he had been trying to make time with was with her girlfriend at the other end of the bar. I just got shown off and felt up, and he was left high and dry. I asked the girl next to me what their story was and she told me that they were best friends. I said, No, I mean, do they have boyfriends?

At first she looked like I was sizing them up like I was a lesbian, but then told me that they were unattached. I was handed another shot for letting the guys have their fun and asked the girl to introduce us. I downed the shot even before getting to them and found that their names were Stacy and the blonde, Bella. I just had to know what had happened.

I thought you two were talking to Jason?

Stacy said he was a nice guy, but also said she knew he was hung up on me. I decided to get my poor lover some action and lied a little. Yeah, well I’m not so sure we’re going to last. He’s a great guy, but I’m not so sure I can stick with one guy though. If it wasn’t for being the best damn carpet muncher I’ve ever known, I would probably just dump him to spare his feelings. But, you know how that is, right?

In seconds she wanted to know, He’s that good?

I let my smile answer for me and then I asked her, You sound interested. I could hook you up if you want? Just don’t tell him what I just told you about maybe leaving him.

The two of them eyed each other and I could see they were thinking about it seriously. I pushed their hands by turning to leave and the blonde asked, But wouldn’t you freak out knowing he’s doing that to another girl?

I asked her, Didn’t you see what I just did? It’s just sex. But if you take him on, just check his teeth when you’re done with him, okay? Nothing worse than a hairy smile!

That started them laughing, and looking at each other again. Bella came back with, You wouldn’t have to worry about me there.

It took me a second to understand she was telling me that she was well shaved, but when I caught on I looked down at my crotch and replied, Oh, you mean we’re twins. Well, you’re money then. He loooves a smooth bottom. Go for it then!

The two of them asked me again to make sure I wouldn’t really mind and I made myself very clear, as well I added a little insurance to protect my own ego. Just promise me you won’t fuck him and you can do anything else you want.

Their body language spoke clearly for both of them.

I thought for a moment and knew I had to talk to Jason first, so I told them, Let me go mark my territory, and then he’s all yours. But remember, not a word to him about what I said earlier. I left them smiling like Cheshire cats.

I went up to find Jason and he was talking to the first drunk hunks I had run into. I tugged on him to get him a little away from them and simply said, I love you, have a good time, and don’t believe anything they might say about us. Got me?

He was dumbfounded over what I was talking about, but I shushed him up and told him to have fun. I gave him a peck on the cheek and ran off just as the girls were coming out the door. I gave them a wink and as I passed them by, I whispered, Double team him, he’ll love it. I then proceeded inside so that I wouldn’t interfere with their efforts.

The thought of Jay getting intimate with another girl was bad enough, but I had just handed him over to two rather hot girls; both in bikinis. I new I could easily trip into my bitch zone, so I decided to go back to the basement and try to keep my mind off all the many possibilities. Luckily, a guy that had seen my earlier performance met me at the top of the stairs. Since he was coming up, his face was practically level with my crotch and his expression was so over the top that I had to laugh and ask, Never see one of those before?

After stammering around the English language for a few seconds, he said about the only thing I guy could in his situation. Not as hot as that one. You here with anyone?

I told him, Not at the moment, and he offered to change that for me. He told me his name was Brian and walked with me back to the bar in the basement. After we each got a drink, he whisked me away to a corner of the basement that held the washer and dryer. We talked for a few minutes and he came off as a pretty decent guy, but never took his eyes off the skin I was showing. I was just coming to the decision that if he might be getting lucky in a few minutes and decided to hit the bathroom first. After finding out where it was, I headed off, but only after giving him a kiss and allowing my nipples to lightly graze his chest.

I had to go upstairs and when I passed the glass doors, I saw Bella and Stacy walking on each side of Jason, and they headed into some kind of a tool shed just off the pool area. I wanted to rage and run out there to stop them, but I could tell that the girls were still coaxing Jason into going with them just by the way they appeared to be walking him in between them. My mind was a mess and I headed for the bathroom.

As I sat on the toilet doing my thing, I wanted to cry. After everything that I had forced Jason to put up with, I couldn’t understand why it was so hard accepting Jason getting a little something for himself. He had given me so much freedom and deserved this. And two hot girls were just the ticket. I cleaned up, gave myself one last look, and headed back to my own object of seduction and greeted him with a passion filled kiss that was meant to erase what Jason was doing from my thoughts. I went to finish off my Margarita and after looking at it, I stared at Brian.

I put the drink down and looked at him in a whole new way. Yeah, he had a pretty good body, seemed to have a good sense of humor, but I was now seeing a seedier side of him. You know, Margaritas shouldn’t fizz.

His guilt festered from every pore in his body and he tried to pretend that he didn’t know what I was talking about, so I demanded of him to tell me.

What did you put in it? I watched his eyes and waited to see if he would fess up or if I was going to spit in his face.

Just a little happy pill… to help you have a good time.

I thought about my response for a moment and then reached out to grab his balls in my hand. I squeezed them until he understood I wasn’t amused, and then told him, Drink it then… and get happy yourself.

First he tried to get my hand off his jewels, and then he pleaded with me. I told him he had two choices; drink it, or I would begin telling everyone within earshot what he had tried to do to me. I swished the glass around in my free hand and held it out for him to take. For a moment I felt as powerful with this fucker as I had been when playing with my darling Jason. And that feeling grew when Brian reached out to take it from me. He looked at the half full glass like it was poison.

You had no problem watching me drink it. I asked, You afraid of what I might do to you when you pass out? You know, the really sad thing is that I was just going to offer to fuck the hell out of you.

That made his eyes really grow sad and I started lifting the glass to his lips. He gave me the bitterest look I’ve seen in quite a while, but drank the glass down. But I wasn’t done with him yet. I had made up my mind what I wanted, so I decided that his insolence wasn’t going to curtail that from happening. With my hand maintaining its grip, I told him, Now, we can play. You wanted all this (sweeping my hand down my form), well you’ve got it; for as long as you’re awake.

I had just tormented his mind like an expert interrogator. Now he was confused as to what he should do. Did he want to try to go throw up, or take that ride he had just wanted so badly that he would drug me to get at it? I let my hand turn from a painful grab into a fondling, and that made his mind up for him. He asked me if I was serious and I answered that I was; if he hurried. His head began spinning around in search of seclusion and I suggested the tool shed behind the pool. I knew it would still be occupied, but I needed to know what was happening out there. After I insisted on checking out the shed, Brian turned and began leading the way.

I teased him, You seem to be in a hurry? Are you that horny or just getting a little tired? He turned back to look over my body and I said, Too bad, huh? You were going to get this anyway, but now you’re going to have to wonder how long you can keep it up.

The poor boy was so confused, but driven to find a private place to consume me. When we got to the shed, I had Brian open the door slowly and immediately saw what I was hoping I wouldn’t have to face. Bella had her cute little ass on the edge of a work bench with her feet pasted to either side of her to hold her in place. Her hands were holding the back of Jason’s head with his face plastered to her cunt, and Stacy was standing next to them with only her top on and fingering herself as she watched them. Both girls looked to see who had come in and I quickly held my forefinger to my lips to quiet them. I pulled Brian backwards and we exited the shed. Now I was confused, or at least in my heart. I was so happy that Jay was getting some measure of his manly stature back, but distressed over his tasting the pussy of another girl. And there was little doubt in my mind that it would be two girls before they let him loose.

I was so mad at what I had seen that I grabbed Brian and pulled him behind the shed. I pretended to look at a watch on my wrist and told him his time was ticking away, and after making sure no one could see us, he began pulling his swim shorts down.

You want a blowjob, or some of this? I grabbed my right tit in my hand while pulling it free from its snippy enclosure, and toyed with my nipple.

Brian looked me over and reached his hand out to cup my pussy in his hand. I smiled and was glad that he started there. I untied the knot on my right hip and my micro bottom fell to the ground. I spun around and watched a rather hard cock aiming upward as he came closer to me, and then I lifted my leg onto a stack of concrete blocks that had been thrown behind the shed. To be honest, his half hard prick was just slightly larger than Jason’s, and clearly as confused as its owner. I giggled at Brian over his apparent lack of erection just to show him who was in charge, but I did want some interaction to happen, so I reached out to finger it into a more proper state.

After a few seconds, I figured it was about as hard as it would get under the circumstances and warned him, Better hurry! Your time’s running out.

Brian had to be cursing his own ignorance and immediately began poking his way into me. Now granted, a pencil getting poked into me can be enough at times to tantalize me, but all I could think about was how Brian was little more fulfilling than Jason in this arena. I took pity on him though and wanted to leave him knowing exactly what he could have had if not for his foolishness. I grabbed at his ass to pull him as deep into me as possible and encouraged him further by pulling my cups away from my breasts to excite him more.

It was a struggle to really get into fucking him as his eyes began growing weak and he was having trouble staying interested in me. I teased him by saying that it seemed that he might really prefer boys to girls, and then I nearly had to catch him to keep him from falling to the ground. I grinned hard as I helped his body onto the ground while the drug too him over entirely.

What the fuck’s going on here?

I looked up and to my left to see two guys and a girl standing there watching me hover over Brian’s limp body.

I guess the little fella took my drink by mistake, I answered.

The girl knew immediately knew what I meant and replied, That little fucker is still doing that? You guys ought to kick his ass.

It seemed that Brian was known for doing such things and had only gotten away with it because he had a trust fund to keep him out of trouble. As I stood up, I abruptly became aware that I was hanging out for them all to gaze upon. One of the guys made a comment that there wasn’t a drug strong enough to have kept him from finishing up with me. Since the girl didn’t seem to mind his come on, I smiled and boasted, He really didn’t have what it take’s to make me smile anyway.

The guy got all manly on me and offered to take over for Sleeping Beauty, so I looked to make sure the girl still wasn’t upset and simply replied with, Okay!

Within the minute, the guy was fucking me hard against the back wall of the shed and the other girl had herself plastered right next to me by the other dude. We each had one leg up on the blocks between us and kept smiling at each other as we looked over the poor guy lying on the ground passed out.

The boy fucking me was no Mack when it came to cock size, but he had a nicely engorged head on the top of his dick that worked every nerve ending in my vagina. And he was bumping his pelvic bone just right against my clit to make this offer to him well worth it. I had my arms wrapped around him and was just beginning to give his neck a hickey to mark him as mine for the moment when I heard a muffled sheik coming from the other side of the very wall I was getting bumped into. I knew that squeal of delight well and knew that my wonderfully talented boyfriend had just proven himself a master in the art of pussy licking yet again. Considering that I was getting my own cunt nicely stuffed at the time, it didn’t bother me as much knowing Jay was getting his freak on with some skank. I even smiled a little over his success.

When it appeared that both of the studs were close to cumming, the girl touched my arm and made it clear that she wanted me to join her. I watched her push her guy away enough so that she could hurriedly get on her knees to finish him off with her mouth, and decided to mimic her actions. I went down on my guy’s cock with all the enthusiasm of a market place whore. When I knew I had him ready to cum and was getting ready to suck his juice right down, I felt a tap on my arm again.

Let’s swap… quick!

The girl wanted to swap guys at the last second, and I thought it was a pretty weird thing to do, it was also really hot. It was easier for the guys to move then for us, so we pushed their aching bodies around until we each had the cocks that the other had prepared, and went back to sucking them off. The boys must have liked my new friends’ idea too, because within seconds, they were each grunting over filling our mouths with their deposits. This was definitely one of the freakiest things I’d ever done and flashed a thank you to the girl with my eyes as I held tight onto his cock for him to finish.

I started swallowing for my guy, but a third tap came to my arm and I looked questioningly at my friend and waited for her answer. I watched her slurp her lips off her guy and lunge her face towards mine. I’m not a lesbian, and have only had a couple of timid trysts with other girls at best, but when she began kissing me, I knew the nasty thought her pretty little head contained. There we were on our knees, kissing passionately, and swapping the cum in our mouths as our male providers looked on in awe. This girl was absolutely full of naughty tricks; I loved it. Her hands roamed my body as we enjoyed our treats, so I let my hands explore hers. I’d only felt a couple of boobs other than mine, but out in the open as we were, doing something as nasty as we were, made hers seem like the softness of summer clouds.

When we finally broke our kiss, and swallowed whatever was left in our mouths, we shared a knowing smile that I’ll never forget. We realized our audience of two had to be wondering about us and stood up while grabbing our pieces of bikinis to cover up. The guys couldn’t stop talking about our efforts and then our show. I started feeling out of place since the only name I knew was of the guy still passed out on the ground. I decided I had to move along and thanked both of the boys with quick kisses and went on my way.

When I got by the front door of the shed, I just had to look in to see if Jason and the girls were still there. I crept in quietly and as soon as I shut the door I saw that Stacy was now nude and watching Jason plastered prick first into Bella as she rested her elbows on the top of the bench she had been sitting on the last time I had seen her. It seemed that being bent over backwards had to be a pretty awkward position, so she really had to be enjoying herself. My mind raged out of control when I saw she was fucking him after my warning, but I knew I had invoked this journey and held my tongue. Stacy looked over to see I was watching and touched her friend’s hand to point me out. Bella’s eyes showed the appropriate fear I would expect when caught fucking another girls boyfriend right in front of her, but when she stiffened her body to push Jason away from her, I found myself mouthing the words, Go ahead!

Jason still didn’t know I was there just as the first time. Most of his ignorance was because his back had been to me both times, but a lot of it was because he was enjoying his new little skank ass whore just that much; and oddly enough, I was glad he was enjoying himself.

Stacy had remembered my warning, and even though she was clearly waiting her turn to ride my boyfriend, she decided to put her suit back on. I decided that the last thing I wanted to do was to interrupt Jason before he got to finish fucking his new plaything, so I tried to appease both girls by rubbing my hand inside my own bathing suit bottom. When Bella saw me doing that, her eyes finally stopped glimpsing at mine and she went back to fervently enjoying her fucking.

While I stood there watching, I was just as confused over my feelings as ever, but I was really happy that we had come to this party. Jay needed to feel like a man again and after telling him how I considered his cock too small to be a great fuck with me, it was nice to see another girl considered it just right. When I saw the telltale sign of intensity that told me Jason was almost finished with his lover, I quietly walked up behind him as he started groaning his pleasure over finally relieving himself.

A little bit of bitch in me just snuck out when I found myself asking, I bet she’s nice and tight, huh?

Jason instantly flung around to see me standing there and Belle began begging for my forgiveness. I stared at Jason as he struggled to form an apology and Bella began standing up straight. I pushed her back onto her elbows and gave Jason a passion filled kiss as I held her in the position she had been in. I pulled away from Jason and pronounced, You smell like cunt. I gave him a flirtatious eye that I’m sure he’ll never forget, and turned towards Bella. I could see she was scared out of her mind even though I wasn’t much bigger than her, so there’s no way she could have expected my next move.

I ran my body over hers much as Jason’s had just been, groped her slime covered pussy roughly, and began kissing her. I swear I could hear Jason’s cock snap back to a full erection behind me, and I was pleased that the girl never tried to stop my actions. In fact, her hands began rubbing along my backside as her friend gasped over her reactions to my amorous attack. I let my fingers delve into my first cunt, and toyed with her for a moment before making a scooping motion through her labia. I brought my hand up to her face, took my lips away from hers, and pushed my fingers into her mouth to clean. I could see she fell right into being my submissive slut and did as I wanted. When I was sure my fingers were cleaned I asked the three of them, Is Bella a good lay?

Strangely enough, all I heard was Jason say, Yeah! and I smiled at her as her face was still only inches from mine. I kissed her on the lips again and added, You’re lucky, bitch. If this wasn’t worth it, I’d have you between my legs next.

I couldn’t believe that I had fallen into the dominating bitch I felt like at the moment, but it felt awesome to be in control of everyone in the room. I smiled at both girls and as I stood back and even helped Bella get to her feet, I thanked them for taking good care of my guy. I latched onto Jason’s arm and walked him out of the shed. As soon as the door closed behind us I told Jason, You owe me big for this one you know. He almost looked a little afraid of me, so I told him I was glad that he had made a couple of new friends and decided to walk him to the back of the shed.

Jason freaked when he saw Brian on the ground passed out and I told him he was just sleeping off a big mistake, and then showed him the scuffle marks on the ground. And this is where I finished my guy. Wait till I tell you about it. It’ll blow your frigging mind.

As we got back to the front of the shed, Stacy and Bella were just leaving. Stacy was still afraid of me and stood away a little, but I noticed Bella had no further fear and walked right next to me back to the house. I made an explicit point of telling Bella that we were leaving and she took it upon herself to walk us through the house to the front door. Jason awkwardly thanked her for the good time they had shared and I bent over to her and gave her another raunchy kiss goodbye, and also thanked her again. When I saw Stacy standing just behind her, I grabbed her arm to pull her closer, and gave her a kiss, too. She felt really out of place and didn’t know what to do. I grinned at her and stated, I told you he was good at eating pussy. Stacy’s smile told me that she fully agreed. Then I added as I looked back at Bella, And what did you think about his screwing?

All she said was, Wheew… unbelievable… despite everything else.

While Jason and I walked home, I first questioned him for all the details of his time alone with the girls, and then I really floored him with my own adventures; including what had happened with Brian. We talked a lot about how he had tried to drug me and I told Jason how there was really only one way to prevent such things like that from happening again; he was going to have to stay close to me in the future. Just as we got to the door of our motel room, Jason finally brought up the really huge part of the day.

He stated, I never knew you were into girls like that. What brought that on?

I replied with, I never knew either. Who knows?

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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.

The closer it came time for Abby to arrive, the more Jason wanted to take a long walk until she left. I decided that I would spare his feelings for the moment, but after the plan started, he would be my bitch for the rest of the night. I knew if I pulled off correcting Mack’s behavior that I was going to be in such a powerful bitch mode that I would need my cuckold more than ever to help me celebrate.

I had just told Jason that I would let him out of having to see Abby, but begged him to let me watch him between her legs just once. He didn’t agree to it, but I finally got him to agree that I might get him to do it some time down the road. I kissed him at the door as he was going out for a couple of hours, opened the door for him, and heard, What service… do I get carried in as well?

Jason had just missed avoiding running into Abby. She gave me the typical kiss on my cheek greeting and then gave a hairy eyeball of knowledge Jason’s way. He wanted to slink away until Abby talked him into staying for a few minutes while she showed us what she had brought to help us out. From her bag she pulled a bunch of small plastic pods and a small electronic box along with an assortment of wires and batteries. She started to tell us what everything was and that the only items needed were a VRC and TV. Those we had!

I began showing what we had to work with and then I decided to get rid of Jason so that we girls could plan his demise, along with Mack’s. I asked him to leave everything up to us and told him to enjoy some alone time. But I made it clear that it was his duty to be in front of the bar trying to find Mack for me just before nine o’clock. That seemed to be the time Mack liked to come out to play. I asked Abby to give Jason a goodbye kiss since she wouldn’t be there when he got back; which she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. When he was at the door, I called to him as I went around Abby and ran my hands back to her front to cup her crotch. You want a quick bite to eat before you leave?

Jason was not pleased with my open display in front of the very girl that had started all this. He still despised Abby for that; but I loved her for the same reason. When the door closed, she turned to see me as my hands went from her crotch to her ass. You’re not going to let me stay and see the fireworks? What a bitch!

Wife Whore!

I giggled my newly acquired devilish chuckle and replied, Well, you won’t be here when he gets back, but you won’t be far away either. I don’t want you around Mack until I have him under control.

Will I at least get to see the pictures, though?

Girl, you can have a copy as long as you swear on your girls that you’ll never let anyone ever see them. But if you think you’re going to leave town before Jason shows your pussy a good time, you’re frigging nuts.

Abby asked incredulously, You’re really going to make him do that to me? I thought you were just screwing with his head.

I smiled at her sweetly and decided it was time to tell her all the dirty little secrets I had been holding back; including exactly what I had decided to train Jason to do as my cuckold. I told her all about Mack and even what had happened to Jason that first night in town and every other time when Mack was around. After seeing my conflicted loyalties between Jason and me, she began to understand why neutralizing Mack was so important to me. It was one thing for me to do sick things to the love of my life, but another whole story for Mack to do it as an outsider. Abby asked how she got into the inside of things and I told her, You have to sleep with the most dominant one, and that’s me.

Abby’s response of raising her eyebrows was both energizing to me and told me what I could expect by the end of the night. As we worked to get our end of things ready for the big show, Abby and I talked about everything under the sun that had been happening with me since moving to the big city. She became envious over what I was building my life into, at least the sexual portion of it, and wished aloud that she could mimic me. I suggested that she turn Kenny into her cuckold, but we both thought that he just didn’t have what it took to really submit to a female; let alone other men or the humiliating things I was training Jason to do.

Abby asked me what I thought the chances of Jason finding and bringing Mack back would be and I told her very good. Mack was a creature of habit that I seemed to be able to rely on. Then she grabbed me by my shoulders, sat me on the bed and said, I’m worried about you. If this guy is as crazy and huge as you say he is, what if he doesn’t like getting blackmailed. And just how are you going to make it look the way you want it to?

First, I’m going to give Mack the same carrot on a stick that I’ve been leading Jason with as a reward, and secondly, I know how to get what I want. I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. It was the first time I ever kissed her lips to lips, and it was exquisite. See… I got you here in my bed, didn’t I?

Instantly, Abby began blushing and I began lifting her top up her chest. She reached her arms up to help me and then I reached around her back to unhook her bra and took it off her. I’d seen her boobs many times, but never so close to me. I leaned down and suckled her left nipple before biting at it playfully until it was a hard little marble. I leaned back and took off my own shirt and slapped her leg. Let’s test this shit out and make sure we’re ready.

Like this, she asked?

I stared at her lovely form and responded, Can you think of a better way?

I knew being topless in front of me was driving her wild, but all I wanted to do was get her as charged up as I was right now. We worked diligently until eight-fifteen when I told her she had best leave. She was going to go next door and watch from the fast food joint until either I came for her, or until she saw Mack leave. In the meantime, she could get some supper. When she asked about Jason and I about what we were going to eat, I told her how I didn’t like eating right before a romp with Mack. As far as Jason went, I giggled when I told her that I would fix him something when Mack was there.

You’re getting to be a real little bitch, aren’t you? Abby smiled and added, And let’s not forget the pussy pie I get to feed him. You aren’t going to leave me high and dry are you?

No way, girl! You’re finally going to get to see Jason’s greatest attribute when it comes to sex. And believe me, if you hold his head right where you want it to be, he’ll make you scream like a banshee. Now, they could be coming any minute… so go.

I took a last look around and made my final plans in my mind. I spent the rest of the time trying to keep my hands away from my own pussy while waiting for Jason to return with my next plaything. I stood in the window dreaming about how Mack’s cock felt in me and could feel myself getting wet just dreaming about the man. Tonight would be the last night Mack got his way with me on his terms; tomorrow it would be on my terms.

I saw the lights of Mack’s car pull into the drive of the motel, and closed the curtain just enough to allow me to see just how many people were in the car. My love had done a superb job; they were alone. I felt sorry for Jason when Mack put his arm around him as they began walking across the parking lot. He did it to purposely belittle Jason and once again I hated what was happening to his manhood at the hands of another man. I guess what I really hated was that the other man was doing it to Jason instead of me. I pulled the curtain tight and tore off my top. I knew being seen in just my bra would set Mack right into motion. I ran to the switch box and turned it on, looked around the room, and smiled.

I heard Jason’s key in the door and when it opened, I swear I felt a little ejaculation coming from my crotch as I saw the man I was about to have a torrid sex match with walk in behind him. I set the game in motion with, What’s going on? Why are you two together?

Mack was so proud of himself as he described finding Jason along the sidewalk. He wrapped his arm around him again and pulled Jason tight to his body with one arm while his other hand starting groping at his crotch. Jay was trying to push his hand away, but Mack was just too strong for him.

Leave him alone. I must have looked plenty pissed when I added, I’m tired of you doing this to us every few days. Just leave us alone.

Mack couldn’t understand my change of mind, released Jason, and came towards me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back into a very uncomfortable tilt. I cried out and begged him not to rape me again. Mack wasn’t a very intelligent guy, but he knew a hint when he heard one. His hand pushed its way over my belly and knocked my bra over my tits. He grabbed at my boobs in a rough molesting way and I slapped at his hands. That led to him bending over to bite at my nipples way too hard. I screamed out in pain and he brought his head to my neck to bite me there. I felt his hand on my skirt, and with one strong tug, he ripped it off my body. I began crying softly for him to leave me alone, but with his ear right next to my lips, I whispered, Damn, this feels so good. Hit me… hit me for Jason to see.

Mack began ripping my bra up over my head and when I struggled too hard, he backhanded me right across my face. I fell over face first into the bed crying. Jason couldn’t take me being abused and jumped on Mack’s back. My brave knight in shiny armor didn’t stand a chance against Mack, but his attempt did prove to me that his manhood hadn’t been entirely stolen away. All Mack had to do was shake him off, and then for his insolence, Mack grabbed his hair roughly and forced him to his knees. Holding him in one hand, he worked his pants and underwear down until his cock sprang out. I peeked at what was going on under my arm.

Jason took my lead, but not to such an extent that Mack would start beating on him. He knew Mack wouldn’t just slap him around as he had me; he would get a full beating and not like the easy one Kenny had given him. I watched as Mack began forcing that massive cock of his into Jay’s mouth and the sight of it took away the throbbing in my cheek. As fun as it was to watch Jason getting gagged, the sight of that thick piece of meat reminded me that it was mine and because I would get to see it raping my ass over and over, I took it away from Jason.

Leave him alone, dammit. You know he can’t fight back against you. Just rape me you bastard and leave already.

Mack looked back at me and decided I was inviting him for the roughest sex yet, so he wasn’t going to pass up my offer. He grabbed my legs to pull me to the bottom of the bed, ripped my panties off to leave them in tatters with my ass in the air and my face still in the bedding. I buried my head to hide my face as his girth tore into me one more time, but more brutally than ever before. My screams were muffled by the comforter while Mack made himself at home in my upturned ass as he stood at the bottom of the bed. And then, unbeknownst to him, Mack helped me more than ever. While trying to slam his cock into me as hard as he could, it fell out of me. But instead of simply slipping it back into me, he began trying to rape my butt hole. I didn’t like anal sex that much, and I certainly knew I didn’t want a prick as thick as Mack’s trying to get in there, so I fought wildly trying to escape his grip.

Please, I cried, not there. Go ahead and rape me, but please… not there.

I struggled as hard as I could to keep making him miss his mark until he gave up and went for my cunt again. I kept crying and cursing him out for how hard he was driving himself into me. But, even through my tears, I knew I would enjoy the feeling of his fantastically rough treatment of me for months to come. I had many fantasies ever since I had first fucked Mack about what getting raped would feel like, and as hard as it was to endure taking it from suck a massive cock, I just kept thinking about the upper hand it would give me later on.

Mack ran his hands under my belly and up until he had both of my boobs strangled in his fists, and then hoisted me back to his chest. He began biting at my neck again and I whispered, Hit me again. Make this rough, big guy.

Mack released my right boob and started swatting at my face. Then he slapped at my tit over and over until I screamed out for him to stop. All the time he was hitting me, he never stopped fucking me in my now kneeling position at the end of the bed. I finally had time to see that Jason had his fists doubled up and ready to attack Mack again. Mack saw me looking at him and saw the same thing and warned him to stay put until he was done with me or get his ass kicked. I told him the same thing and added that I could take it.

I suddenly had my torso pushed back to the bed when Mack was getting ready to cum. My hands were spread wide out trying to endure the slamming into me that Mack was enjoying the hell out of, and then I felt his last, deep push. I never felt a guy cumming in me so hard; I could feel every distinct pump of sperm his cock fired into me. I knew when he was finished with me when his hands pushed forward on the cheeks of my ass to get me away from him. I curled into a ball and wept into my hands.

When I heard Jason cry out in pain, I turned to see Mack dragging him to the bottom of the bed and forcing him to stay on his knees there. He then grabbed my knees to flip me over onto my back, and yanked me into the obvious position in front of Jason. I began begging him not to make Jason do this again, but he kept tugging me into position with my legs forced wide open. When he got my feet to the edge of the bed with a knee on either side of Jay’s head, Mack grabbed him by the back of his head and forced his face into the mess flowing freely out of me. He grabbed my hands and forced them onto Jason’s head, and threatened me to keep pulling on him until he had cleaned me up.

I turned my head away from Mack and feigned how disconcerting it was to be forcing my boyfriend to do this to me. And when Mack was dressed again he came over to kiss me and I was glad that he did that for a change. It’s not because he’s a good kisser, he’s not, but it gave me a chance to whisper one last command of him. I asked, I need you to come back tomorrow… around noon.

Mack sucked on my neck for a moment, and left. As soon as the door shut, I pushed Jason away from my crotch and apologized for having to do that to him. I swung my leg over his head and ran to the window to make sure Mack was gone, and as I turned around, I yelled, Cut!

Jason started getting to his feet, but I stopped him with, Not yet, buddy boy! You didn’t begin to get me clean.

I worked my crotch back to his face and pulled on the back of his head. I guess he was getting use to this particular treatment because he offered me little resistance. If he knew what was coming, he would have fought me tooth and nail. I kept my hands intertwined in the hair on the sides of his head, but relaxed. However, a few minutes later I scrunched my fingers together to hold him securely to me when I heard Abby letting herself into our room using my key.

Jason tried frantically to pull away as he heard Abby announcing herself. As soon as she saw where and what Jason was doing, she ran to the bed to watch. Jason began pleading around my lips to be released, but I told him that she already had caught him cleaning me up, so he was going to continue so she could see how well he could give a girl head. Abby wanted to know if Mack had dumped his load in me and when I said that he had, she went, Eeewwe… how gross, Jason. You are a nasty little fucker. See… you could have had Kenny’s dick… I know his stuff tastes good.

The bitch was really zinging it to his ego and I grinned over her help in cuckolding my man. Abby made herself at home while I insisted Jason provide her a good show. She mentioned the fact that I had to have been wearing my micro since I was still nearly bald, and while he was busy cleaning me up I had Abby begin stripping off her clothes as I asked her how my face looked. She noticed a bite mark on my neck first, but when she looked closer she could see the hand print on my face from Mack’s first slap. She got all bitchy over how I could let the fucker do that to me, but then added how she had seen the hunk leaving our room and figured I had gone onto cave woman mode. And then she took another shot at Jay by telling him that he had looked so cute under Mack’s arm as he had been walked along to the door.

I told Jason that he had done a very nice job of cleaning me up, but I wanted him to stay put. As I moved away from his mouth, I encouraged Abby to take my place. I got bitchy when I had to demand Jason to stay where he was when he saw what was coming for him. He tried to remind me that I had said he wouldn’t have to see Abby at all, so I sarcastically told him to close his eyes. It was so hot watching Abby sliding into position right up to Jason’s lips, and then without hesitation, pulled his head forward.

I saw that he wasn’t doing much to impress her and began sweet talking him, along with help from Abby. Eventually, we built up his ego enough so that he really applied a great deal of effort into making her smile. After I was sure he was going to do his best work, I went to get the tape that we had made. I rewound it and watched as the image of Mack came up as he came through the door. There were four separate views of him on the TV from the four lipstick cameras we had planted around the room. I picked the best angle on the switch box and suddenly, big as life, there was Jason sucking on my new cuckold’s erection. When Abby got her first glimpse of Jason giving head, she went nuts rubbing her pussy against his mouth. It was nice to know another girl really liked seeing such filth and depravity as I did.

I had the TV turned down and since it was on the dresser to his back, he had no idea what Abby was watching him do on camera. After a while though, she began letting Jason know how much she knew about our little secrets. When he started flopping around under her grip on his hair, she assuaged his fears by saying she would never reveal his secrets to anyone, including her boyfriend Kenny. When Jason finally had Abby close to cumming, her rants turned into making nice to Jay and complimenting his abilities. It had a very positive effect on him, because his hands grabbed the cheeks of her ass which was a sure sign of him enjoying himself. It made me smile to see him admitting that he was enjoying some part of the night.

I sat next to them and coached Jason on his fine job of taking care of my best friend, and told him how this particular talent was one that he should be greatly proud of; it made him the real man to us. And I guess our fawning encouragement worked well, because when Abby told us she was about to cum, he went nuts on her and did his famous nibbling on the clit thing between his lips until her hips were high in the air trying to get away from him.

It was absolutely beautiful watching Abby’s body heave uncontrollably under Jason’s face as she had the undoubtedly best orgasm of her life. She couldn’t stop folding her body in half as she tried getting Jason to release her clit; a feeling I knew very well. She was all sweaty and her eyes were huge. She thanked Jason profusely over showing her the best time she’d ever had in that way and compared his efforts to that of a sex god. I bragged on him myself until his frowns had totally disappeared and were replaced with smug smiles. He knew he was king of men down there.

Abby sat up and began telling me just how wonderful Jason had pleased her and I told her that he still had a couple of notches that she hadn’t seen. I said, You should feel it when he slips his fingers inside you and goes to work on your G-spot while he does that.

And then just as fast, Jason turned around to get his ego kicked in the stomach again. I was beginning to realize that setting him up for a chop to his manhood was very electrifying to me. I watched his eyes as they stared at the TV as he slowly came to the understanding that Abby had seen him already sucking Mack off as he had pleasured her. Maybe it was the feminist in me that took pleasure in putting a male in his place by destroying his self-esteem immediately after raising it, but whatever it was, I was really getting off watching him understand that another girl now knew he was a cocksucker. After a precious few moments of watching him fall into a crevice of despair, both Abby and I hugged on him as we each took turns stroking his fragile male ego.

I started with, Sorry sweetie, but yes, she saw what you did to Mack, but it’s cool. You know she won’t tell anyone about your secret.

That’s right, honey. After that licking, I owe you my vow of secrecy. You can suck men off all you want and I’ll never say a word to anyone. Damn, if you’re as good at that as you are at giving girl’s head, you should be bragging about how good you are, not sulking about it.

Abby kept looking at me behind Jason’s back to make sure she was staying within the limits I had warned her about earlier. Destroying a man’s macho image is a delicate thing that should give a girl great pleasure, but shouldn’t go so far as to cripple him permanently. The fun is the roller coaster motion of toying with his emotions. First you bring it up, and then you ride it down. And since I saw for the first time that Abby had a bit of crush working on Jason, I felt my license to do so was extended to her. I didn’t actual realize it until that moment, but I had sort of given Abby my tacit approval to think of my boyfriend as her part time fling, as well as a touch of owning her own cuckold. Being my best friend gave her a certain latitude, permission if you will, that even Bella wouldn’t receive.

After hearing from us for several minutes about how his sucking men off didn’t really affect the way we thought about him as a man, it was time to reward him. First I explained to him how silly it was for him as a guy to freak out over a little homoerotic experience, and offered my self as the opposite gender example. Look, I wouldn’t feel like any less of a girl for eating out Abby, why should you feel bad about giving a guy the pleasure of a lifetime with those wonderful lips of yours? And to prove it to you, I’m going to let you watch me make out with her for the first time ever. Will that make you smile?

I turned to see that it definitely made Abby smile, and went back to stroking Jason’s manhood. Come on, I know that there isn’t a guy on earth that doesn’t fantasize about seeing two girls getting it on. And this will be our first time. I’ve never done anything like this before; you should be all excited.

Abby did the dick test by reaching around to the front of Jason for a feel and proclaimed. Yeah, he’s ready to watch, all right. Just feel how hard he is just thinking about it.

I took a feel for myself and smiled over her astute comment. Then I told Jason to go sit in the chair, drop his pants, and whack himself silly while he watched me make love to another girl for the first time. Abby wanted to get started and chided him to hurry up, but when I made a move on her, she stopped me until Jason dropped his pants to show he would participate; from a distance.

As soon as she relaxed over getting him prepared, I pushed her onto her back and went wild sucking and feeling her boobs and nipples. I’d always loved her nipples whenever I got a peek at them. I had even told her before, so now that they were mine to enjoy, she just laid back and let me have at them. I began feeling my way through my second pussy as I ravaged her chest with my other hand and lips.

Through all those years I had been afraid to approach Abby sexually, if I had of known it would be like this, I would have probably gone after her years earlier. She had a ripping body, soft and smooth, and her scent illuminated my fantasies. I tussled with her arms to get them over her head and sat on top of her to soak up her beauty in her submissive pose. The way her boobs spilled to each side of her chest was such a natural attraction to me, and her face full of wonderment and excitement turned my folds into a molten patch of lust. But I saw more as I held her splayed to take in her beauty. One tiny little glint in her eye and an almost imperceptibly quick glance at my mound resting just under her boobs told me of a story so short in its wake, yet spoke volumes in its depth. I smiled down at her as I began sliding my body up over her chest. She twisted a little under me trying to disguise her desire, her want for me to do what she so obviously craved to have done to her. Perhaps this is why she had had so much fun earlier at Jason’s expense; perhaps it was a subconscious mimic of what she wanted to have happen to her.

Abby continued struggling under me, but didn’t once make a serious effort to bounce me off her. That was when I dragged my bottom over the top of her chest and rubbed my vulva hard into her mouth. She made sputtering noises and her face looked just as tormented as Jason’s had been earlier, but I knew that snippet of lust in her eyes all too well to be fooled. I nestled my pussy full into her lower face and cooed, Its okay, honey, we’re all friends here. Just enjoy yourself and take your time.

I’d always had a way of making Abby relax and put her fears to rest, but if I’d known that this was what she had wanted before, I would have made her my bitch years ago. Just thinking about all those nights we spent at each other’s houses with time that could have been better spent drove me nuts. It also occurred to me now why she had started all this freaky shit in the first place. She had tried using Jason as the scapegoat, but now I knew it was her clever little plan to get the boys into weird sex so as to drag us along into it. She needed to be taught a lesson; but I needed to keep her close to my inner circle even more so that I would be the benefactor of her desires.

That was when I remembered that Jason was right next to us and turned to see he was almost casually jerking himself off as he watched, mesmerized, as I was finally forcing sex on someone other than him. I made purposeful strokes against Abby’s face and saw how that seemed to please Jason and his hand worked faster. I noticed that the slight background noise had ended and took Jason away from his task long enough to rewind the tape and start it again. When I told him to keep turning up the sound until I could hear him gurgling around Mack’s cock, he grew dismayed understanding that despite Abby not being able to see the screen, she was going to hear Mack making him his bitch.

A smirk came across my face while I looked over my newest minion and thought about that dominance issue yet again. It seemed to boil down to a very clear distinction of dominant and submissive behavior. There was a clear chain of order among us, and I never felt so powerful as when I realized I was now at the top of that dominant chain; and poor Jason seemed to be at the bottom of it concerning every other person. Abby had just made him her bitch, and now I was making her mine. Perhaps, coaxing her to be mine would be more properly uttered. Mack was soon to find out that he was now my puppet, and both Bella and Stacy seemed close to having my hand up their asses to make them perform for me, as well.

Understanding the awesome sword I wielded was driving me into a fit of heat and need, and now that I saw myself as calling all the shots I had no qualms about taking anything I wanted. And right now what I wanted was to taste my dear friend in a way I had often desired, yet had been too afraid to dare broach. I spun around into a sixty-nine on Abby, but the current scene on the screen was just too awesome to not allow Abby to get in on it. The tape was at the point where Mack was about to face fuck Jason, So I removed my leg over Abby’s head and told her to watch.

Hearing the guttural male displays along with the visual assertions would be entrancing to any girl. The torment displayed on Jason’s face as he had to take Mack into his mouth yet again was invigorating to me and even Abby made quick comments about the real male bonding going on. But it was that struggling sound, the gurgling coming from Jason’s throat that made Abby’s body tense up under me. There was just something about a stronger, more powerful male dominating the weaker male in such a depraved way that made this scene the most breathtakingly primal aphrodisiac.

I looked over to see Jason’s reaction to the scene on the screen, and he was exposing his true desire very well. His knuckles were white from his efforts to cum right then and there at this scene. I looked back and nodded my head towards Jason so that Abby would look. Her head went between the screen and Jason, and she saw how enthralled he was over his own sodomizing. I decided to let him have his fun and slowly began to feast upon my dear friends’ crotch as I made my own available to her again.

I had often imagined what having my face buried in another girl’s pussy would be like and now that I was getting a taste of Abby, I wish I had of tried it years earlier when we were little. There was something so natural about licking the genitals of your own sex as a way of exploring your own. I toyed with her clit and parted the short pubes that tried to hide it from my tongue. I lapped slowly once through the folds of her pussy, and when I felt how wet she was, I kept doing it until my tongue naturally fell deeper and deeper into her with each pass. When I wondered about losing my control by doing this to her, I naturally ground myself harder into her face to assert that this was my act of desire, not hers. I even sat back to squash my lips into her face as I had the undeniable need to call her my bitch just to make sure she knew her place. Just because I was experimenting on her didn’t mean she was any less my submissive vixen. Even a queen gets to demand her feasts.

After a good ten minutes of lapping away at my girl, I caught Jason out of the corner of my eye. He was just staring and near drooling over the sight before him and that made me very self conscious that he was seeing me in a somewhat submissive posture. Jason had finished himself off and was now only half hard as he was focused totally on us. The prick had ruined it for me and I had to reassert my place within the pack. I sat up and thus forced my ass hard into Abby’s face. She twisted under me trying to free her nose for a breath of air. I thought to myself, I’ll get at you again later. You’re mine now just like Jason, just like Mack, and even the two girls down the street. Bella had already submitted to me, and it wouldn’t be long before Stacy did as well.

An hour later, we were all asleep in the bed with Abby in the middle. I would paw at her throughout the night, and I caught her doing the same to me, and even harassing Jason some as if a sport to her.

Just before noon the next day, the three of us were waiting for Mack. I was about to do something even I saw as a very dangerous and tricky tightrope to walk. I needed to let him know I was in charge of things now, but he wouldn’t roll over to my demands as easily as Jason. His ego was far more inflated and I needed to let the air out of it more than pop it as I had done to Jay. Just thinking about his hulking stature made me second guess myself over and over. I concentrated on my preparations to make sure they were as formidable as I had planned. The computer was on and ready to go, Mack’s CD was on the night table and ready for him to take, and Abby and I had already talked about what I was going to make my puppet do to practice my new place of dominance over him. He would have his ability to assert himself, but not with me.

A loud banging made it clear that Mack was at the door. I went over to answer the knock and slowly opened it, but he had brought another man with him; no doubt to pass me off to him as well. Too bad; if it had been any other time, I would have enjoyed it. But this was my pissing contest to win.

Tell him to wait for you in the car.

Mack didn’t like me giving him orders, so I gave him a good reason.

You won’t want him to see what you’re about to see… so, have him wait in the car. I saw he was puzzled, so for the first time ever, I made sure he understood it was a demand with a very male-like grunt. Now, dammit!

Mack sent him away and wrongly told him he would come get him in a minute. When we were all inside, and after he made a few suggestive remarks about Abby joining us, I strolled over to the computer and told Mack to watch what I was doing. I handed him his copy of the CD I had made while my fingers stroked the keyboard. I told him how the CD was one of many and that several of my friends already had copies. Jason hadn’t been priLynne to my newest assault on his manhood, so I called him over to watch what I had done to him as a residual effect of putting Mack under my thumb.

Abby joined the circle behind me as they watched me bringing up the peer to peer program and in the search box I typed one word, R-A-P-E. I turned to see Mack smirking as I informed the two males that I had uploaded four particular files the night before and I was anxious to see just how many people online at the moment might have them available. As the results started populating the search screen, I grinned when I saw the names I had applied to the files come up, and then the number of holders of them grew into the dozens.

I hit on the one I liked best and naturally it said that that file was already on my hard drive. I went, Oops, forgot that and opened the file. As my video player started working the file, Mack soon saw the images that Abby and I, and even Jason, had had sex over last night. Mack wanted to know why we had videotaped him without his knowing and I shushed him at each outburst. I left the volume high enough so that he could hear everything on the tape. The only thing not heard were those three quiet whispered instructions I had given him. I made note of them at each point they came up, and when the tape was over, I spun my chair around to eyeball Mack.

Mack was all grins knowing that he was the centerpiece of an internet file, but poor Jason was cowering over knowing that I had made his humiliation a part of the world net. I would work on him later, but Mack was my focus at the moment.

I asked Mack, So, how did you like it?

He was all grins and giggles, and I almost hated to burst his bubble. After he told me that he loved watching himself fucking his toys, I pointed out that perhaps Jason was still his toy, when I wanted it, but that I was no longer his to think of that way. His grin began fading as I brought the video back to a very important scene and ran it again for him. It was the first time he had slapped me. I then replayed a short area where there was no doubt I was crying very hard and struggling to grip the bed as he thrust hard into me. I saw Abby wince as she had every time she saw those parts. She knew my end had been played up, but not the hitting or physical nature of Mack’s intrusion into me.

I picked up my cell phone and hit a couple of numbers. I guess I should call the police now and let them know that my rapist is back trying to attack me again.

Mack snatched my phone from me and demanded to know what I was trying to do to him. He even pointed out how I had asked for him to hit me.

Now Mack, I didn’t hear that on the tape. Did you?

He struggled to put it all together until his eyes finally told me he understood enough and I could begin to explain the things he hadn’t figure out. He handed me back my phone and said, I get it. I’ll leave you alone, but I want that fucking video off the internet.

Come on now, Mack, you know you can’t get anything off the net. Why do you think I put it there in the first place? It’s there forever. And if anything ever happens to me, it will be the first thing all my friends point the cops to, and you’ll never taste freedom ever again. I watched his dismayed frown that had taken the place of his earlier grins, and added, But think again if you really think you’re going to leave me alone. You know I love that cock of yours, and all… all those wondrous feelings it gives me. I told you the other day that you scared me, but you don’t anymore. Not now that I have the power.

Mack saw that Abby was smiling as wide as I was and asked me, What the hell’s going on? What do you want?

I just want to feel safe, and now I do. I’m not saying that we don’t get to play together anymore, but it’s going to be my way from now on. I’ll come to you when I want a good fucking, or if you’re nice, maybe you can come to me and ask nicely. Who knows what our new future holds in store for us now?

The underlying sexual tone of my voice drove him into a totally new direction. He had come here to ravage both me and Jason so that thought hadn’t gone too far from his head. I watched as his face revealed that he still wanted to get laid, and now Abby and I smirked at each other. I stood up and grabbed Mack by his cock through his pants. I could feel him swelling at light speed in my hand.

You need to get off, huh big boy? I rubbed him hard and then invited Abby to take a feel of his pleasure instrument. Her eyes grew when she felt it for that first time in her own hand and made a couple of cute little gasps. I said, See what I was telling you? How could I give this up?

Mack went to grab me and I pulled away and said, Sorry, big guy, but I can’t reward you with this; not today.

His face was the precious face of a guy feeling like he had been the victim of a serious cock teasing. I was taking great pleasure in producing my first orchestration of sex involving Mack. He snapped his head to eyeball Abby and I inserted, Nope, not her either. But, as a consolation prize so that you don’t have to walk away with blue balls, you can jerk yourself off while we watch. He instantly grew pissed at me even suggesting that he would ever have to pull himself off, but with one more of those borrowed male grunts, I offered him a second option, Or… and looked at Jason.

Jason probably never felt so betrayed before and seeing me offer him up as Mack’s only logical alternative left him horribly mortified over my suggestion. This time when I looked at Abby, we shared a feeling that only girls really understand. We immediately became those feminists that were meting out revenge against all males, and it would be an event that would remain burnt into our memories forever.

Mack quickly reverted to his old self and began undoing his belt. Jason began begging me to stop his humiliation, and as his head snapped to Abby, I knew he was about to get put through his most embarrassing trial yet. Abby was the last person in the world, this side of his own family, which he would want to see entertained by his forced compliance at the hands of another man. After all, it was she that had started this sexual perversion in the first place, and I knew that having her see her efforts rewarded would be about the hardest thing Jason would ever have to endure; but it really had to be done sometime, so why not now?

I grabbed Abby by her arm to back us off behind the bed, and just as that first time for me, we both knelt on the bed to watch these men as they settled their dominance issues among themselves. Jason started for the door and even though Mack blocked it first, I gave Jason another agonizing thought to mull over; there was another man out there in the parking lot if he didn’t behave. Jason’s gulping motion said it all and he fretfully resigned himself to his fate.

Mack finished removing his pants and underwear and when his cock sprang into full view, I smiled at Abby. She now understood the full breadth of why I couldn’t just let Mack walk away from my life totally. And since this was all about us girls getting entertained by my competing cuckolds, I wanted it as visual as all hell. I told Mack to show his chest off to Abby, and then told Jason that he was going to get stripped, too. It was his choice; do it himself or have it done for him at Mack’s hands. He decided his own hands would be better and began undressing.

When Jason’s still limp prick fell into view, Abby and I turned to raise our eyebrows at each other. There was truly no comparison between my men in that department. I leaned over and whispered for her to watch Jason’s cock as things proceeded. And just as I had begun coming aware of, it didn’t get hard when Mack went to grab his hair, but it definitely swelled.

Mack grabbed Jason’s hair tightly and drew him down to his knees and began telling him that the girls wanted a good show. Was he ever right! The fear and humiliation on Jason’s face as Mack’s cock kept thumping into his face as he struggled to get free was driving me wild. I nearly giggled at Abby as she watched me lift my skirt up to thrust my hands under the crotch of my panties. She unsnapped her shorts and was joining me in a fever pitch. I could tell she had never seen a guy giving head before, and seeing it in such a brutal manner her first time would be a gift unlike any other I could ever give her again.

Mack was really playing it up for us and taunted Jason’s mouth several times by wiping the tip of his cock over his lips. And Jason really had to be embarrassed; because this was the first time I saw Mack really having to work to get Jay to open his mouth. He had to shake his head around several times before Jason would open up to relieve the pain caused by the ripping motion of his hair. I was glad that I had warned Abby that things would probably get a little brutal with her in attendance, and sure enough, she winced in her own pain at seeing Jason manhandled to such an extent. Even after Mack had won and he was holding Mack’s cock in his mouth, he refused to start his sucking motion until Mack slapped him curtly across the face a couple of times. I wanted to command Jason to behave to minimize his assault, but I knew it was almost more humane to allow the boys to work things out on their own. Mack was all man and knew very well how to get Jason to work for him.

When Mack really started fucking Jason’s face, Abby nearly fell over and had to grab my arm to gain her balance. I almost felt ashamed giggling over her antics while my poor, sweet love was getting used so unabashedly. And when the gagging and sputtering sounds began emanating from Jason, it was all over. Both Abby and I worked ourselves off with all the vigor of two wanton whores. Jason had to grab at Mack’s ass to keep from getting knocked over, but I assumed Abby would think that he was just hanging on to keep from being knocked over. But then again, his hands did seem to keep flexing as if to get a better feel of his lover.

Everything was so intense that Mack was ready to cum all too quickly and when he told Jason he was going to cum all over his face, I cried out, No… keep going. I want Abby to see it all. I had just resigned Jason to the dignity busting chore of swallowing for his man just as any woman would, and his eyes grew flush with anger over my outcry for his domination. Mack wasn’t going to make it any easier for him. His hands grabbed the hair on the sides of his head and began choking him on every deep thrust. The bed was literally bouncing under us girls from our fiddling in anticipation of the ending blow to Jason’s ego.

As Mack took his final deep plunge that made Jason twist his head trying to keep from having his throat damaged under the pressure, I tapped Abby to let her know it was happening, and my own jaw dropped open. Everything went into slow motion as my body shuddered in a prolonged orgasm, and I saw Jason’s throat working to absorb the food being fed to him. His eyes were closed, but I could tell there was something about the way he finally held still to drink from Mack’s cock that was directly for my benefit. In his own sweet way, he was giving me the one thing he knew I was doing all this for; to see him denigrated to nothing more than my obliging cuckold. Swallowing another man’s sperm, after all, could be nothing less than the ultimate submission for a guy.

Abby fell over onto the bed and was left gasping over the torrent of climaxes wringing her body, but her eyes never left that most important union between Mack and Jason’s mouth. The massive climax I had was off the Richter scale, but when I was able to move I fell over to grab onto Abby as we watched the final moments together. Mack started humping away at Jason’s face again, but in that way that guy’s do after emptying themselves. It resembled a last blow at his cocksucker’s ego as if to say, Here, have a little more.

As Mack released Jay’s hair and pulled his cock from his mouth, Abby and I both got a surprise. Unlike before, Jason wasn’t hunkering over in an attempt to dispel any left over cum, and that meant that Mack had done a magnificent job of making my dear boyfriend swallow every drop of his lunch.

I heard Abby cry out, Oh, my god, he got it all down. That’s so fucking hot.

To that I had to brag about how that was my guy and then changed it to, Hell, they’re both my guys now.

Mack was dragging his pants up and now that he had found the relief that had him so pliable before Jason took care of him, he became a bit obstinate. Jason was getting dressed as Mack pulled on his shirt and I could see Jason was about to cry over having been embarrassed so horribly in front of Abby. Mack began spouting off saying that no bitch was going to tell him what to do, and then when he saw me doubting that as truthful, he added, I’ll take you’re ass whenever I want it. And this little bitches, too. I knew he was trying to save face over losing his control of me, and perhaps realizing that he was even becoming more my bitch than me his, but I let him show his bravado for the moment to placate his new rush of testosterone. The male ego can be so fragile; I’m glad I broke Jason of that problem right off. And when I thought about breaking Mack’s, I decided against it. After all, it was his animalistic character that made fucking him so frigging hot.

I told Mack that I wanted his phone number so I would be able to call him from now on. He told me to give him mine instead, but I needed the control and demanded it to be my way. He muttered through the problem a while until he found a face saving way to give in, but when he went out the door, I had his number and turned to Abby as I stated, Cuckold number two.

I saw the CD Mack had left behind and ran to the door to call him back. I guess he thought I was going to let him have a whack at me now, but when I handed him his copy of the CD he got all huffy. He wasn’t going to take it at first, but after telling him that he really ought to study it to see how damaging it could be in the wrong hands, he took it. But, along with taking it he asked, It’s on the internet; so what’s to keep you from calling the cops?

I smiled kindly and pointed out, On the net it’s just another porn video. It’s not a crime unless I say it is, so I think you’ll learn to play nicely. You can rest easy because I’ll tell you the rules right now. Either play nice or stay away, I don’t care which, but I’m not going to worry about you anymore. I put on my devil’s grin and added, Unless I want you to worry me. Don’t fret about the cops; you’d really have to piss me off for them to get a complaint. Just be a good boy and play nice and we can all have a lot of fun. And… thanks for the show.

Jason pulled the door open wider so he could stomp off in a hissy fit pass Mack and I. Now that my heat had abated I felt sorry for him, so when Mack offered to bring him back, I told him to let him be; he needed some time to get over what happened to him in front of Abby. I gave Mack another warning to leave Jason alone unless I gave him permission to do otherwise. He grumbled a bit and went to try to explain to his waiting friend what a girl a third his size had just done to him.

I shut the door and saw Abby was stuffing a towel into her crotch to wipe herself dry. I asked, So, what do you think? Was that the wildest fucking thing you’ve ever seen in your life or what? It was like the nature channel for animals.

That… was fucking hot. I mean, I’ve always wanted to see a guy getting a blowjob like that, but right in front of my eyes… wow! Poor Jason though; he really got beat up over that. Don’t you think you should go after him?

I told her, No, he just needs some time to get over it. Having you here to witness it was a lot for him to have to deal with, but he’ll come back. I know he still blames you for the loss of his manhood. That’s life; we’ll make love a couple of times and he’ll forget all about you knowing.

Then Abby floored me. You think… maybe he would feel better if I… did something for him. Since I am the one that trashed his dignity in the first place, maybe he’d feel better if he got to take it out on me a little.

Like what, I asked?

I don’t know… maybe let him fuck me… give him a blowjob… whatever? He’s the only one that didn’t get off, so maybe…

You want to fuck Jason? In the first place, he has to know that as a cuckold, his need to get off is in my hands. There will be a lot of times down the road where his needs will be purposely overlooked. That’s one of the ways of controlling him; dominating him mentally. I was sort of shocked by her statement since she had never shown any interest in Jason before. I asked, An in the second place, you’d want to fuck him even after seeing that size difference? If you want to… go ahead. Hell, he might even like that. He might think of it as a way to take revenge on you. You really want to do that, though?

Well, I really feel guilty now. I know he hates me for starting all this. I really owe him something, but if you don’t want me going near him, I understand. I’ll just let you handle everything. I don’t want to fuck up your hold over him.

I left it at playing things by ear and see what his pain needed to appease him. After all, in the future I would only consider him truly trained when I didn’t have to worry about what he got because he would have to be happy just knowing I got what I wanted. I knew being a devoted cuckold meant him always thinking about my desires first. While we waited for his return we turned into two cackling hens discussing every miniscule detail of what had just happened. Abby wanted me to dish on how I could handle getting smacked around as an element of sex, and just how cool it felt to have a cuckold. I reminded her that I really had two now despite how they were near opposite ends of the scale. As far as the rough stuff went, I decided to show her by example.

I asked Abby to lift her shirt, mostly because I knew she wouldn’t just do it that easily. When she sat there perplexed, I rushed at her and pushed her onto her back on the bed. I jumped on top of her and struggled to get her hands tucked under me as I sat on her stomach. She could have gotten away, but I could see she had no qualms about what it appeared I was about to do to her. I yanked her top up over her boobs, and then pushed her bra up over her luscious baby girls. After molesting her nipples like a guy would, rough and like I was tuning in a radio station, I kneaded her orbs in anything but a soft, loving manner. When her nipples grew rock hard, I leaned over and bit at them a little.

I lifted my head slightly away from her hardened little bud and coyly asked, These hard little points are telling me that you’re beginning to understand why I like rough sex now and then. Doesn’t it feel fantastic to feel ravaged by an enraged sex fiend?

Okay, she proclaimed, now let me up.

I told her the lesson wasn’t over and went into a male state of mind to finish making my point. I began working her over and onto her stomach. She continued with her half hearted protests, but when I had her prone beneath my body, I forced my hands underneath her and went nuts groping her. All my actions were made to mimic those of a grunting male pig molesting a teenage girl. She was all giggles and laughter as I roughly grabbed at her mons through her shorts like it was a catcher’s mitt, and pinched the bottoms of her breasts. When Abby couldn’t take it anymore, she finally spun around onto her back laughing out the words, Stop, stop… I get it.

Now we were face to face and seeing her bright bubbly smile there for me was too much to pass on. I began kissing her until she accepted my tongue and we fell into a full make out session. I soon learned that she loved the way I fondled her breasts when it was really me and she held her arms over her head as I worshipped her chest. Her moans were a true aphrodisiac for me and I continued working to make love to my dearest friend. I unsnapped her shorts, tugged them and her panties off her hips and threw them to the floor. She finished taking off her top and bra and she threw them to join her shorts.

I took a good look at the smooth petals forming her vulva between her legs and just had to take another taste of her. I forced her legs apart and dove into her muff. I now understood Jason’s desire to suck at my own lips so much and went crazy doing the same thing to her. She felt wonderfully satiny and tasted desirably musky. All of a sudden I worried that I was in the wrong place despite her approval of my efforts. I looked up at her and stated, Let’s not forget who the bitch is here, girl. I’m down here because I take care of my bitches just this well.

I went at the girl in every imaginable way without the use of toys for a good twenty minutes. I went to take a break to get her feedback and was setting by her head just about to pull her between my legs when Jason came walking through the door. I instantly reacted by trying to help heal his bruised ego.

After giving Abby a hairy eyeball to keep from saying anything, I grabbed her arms and held them forcibly over her head. I ordered Jason, Quick, get over here.

Not understanding what was going on, I ordered him again to help me restrain Abby. When he realized that Abby was the object of my actions for a change, he came right over and grabbed her legs. I don’t know if at that point if she knew what I was doing or was just continuing to enjoy herself, but either way she was reacting very nicely.

I thought you’d like to have a little fun now. She’s been using you up until now, so here she is; get some payback. Jason was not the type to normally take advantage of such a situation, so I spelled it out for him. Go ahead… fuck her. She deserves it.

Jason was having such a hard time taking leave of his usual polite self, and I continued goading him until I saw his eyes brighten. But what really got him into doing as I was commanding was when I offered him real satisfaction. It was her idea to make you do Mack today. And what better way to get back at Kenny than to fuck his girlfriend?

The mere mention of the guy that had beat him up because he wouldn’t get gay with him made his quest for revenge a full blown desire. I looked down at Abby’s face as Jason began taking off his pants while still struggling to hold her legs. Her look told me that she saw what I was doing, and obviously, if she pretended not to want Jason to fuck her, that would be the one thing he would really want to do most; just to embarrass her as she had done to him.

I guess it was the excitement of seeing my girlfriend lying fully nude in front of his eyes and somewhat struggling that caused Jason to be so hard, and I felt good that he was going to get to reclaim a little of his manhood. Jason had spread her legs wide enough to get between them and I held Abby’s arms tightly, and then just as Jason was hovering over her body, he stopped. I tried goading him into taking his revenge, but instead he got up and began dressing. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong and began begging to know. When it became clear that he was dressing just to leave again, even Abby went over to him.

Come on, Jason. I was just trying to say how sorry I was, and I knew that fucking the crap out of me would give you some measure of revenge. Honestly, what’s wrong? Abby kept getting in front of him and ever tried hugging him a couple of times. She asked, Damn… are you gay? I’ve seen you checking me out for over a year now and you’re just going to walk away from a free fuck.

I was getting fed up that Jason wouldn’t take my gift to him and got pissed at him. That was a big mistake. What the fuck’s wrong with you? Afraid you don’t like girls anymore? Get over here and do this.

Jason stared a hole into my head and I saw he was hiding something, but I couldn’t figure out what it might be. I’m not even sure what I said next because I was so frigging mad at him over spoiling my fun, but it caused Jay to snap back at me. He walked around the bed, grabbed my stuffed bunny, ripped out the lipstick camera still hidden within it, and threw it on the bed.

I couldn’t figure it out at first because he had been well aware that it was there to tape Mack, but as Jay began going for the door, I figured it out.

No, Jay, it’s not like that. Come here and I’ll show you.

Jay just kept walking out the door. I ran to the doorway and begged him to come back, but he wouldn’t even look back at me. When I saw there was no stopping him, I closed the door and felt tears coming to my eyes. I couldn’t blame him for not trusting me. Abby came over to me and standing in front of me still butt naked, asked what was wrong. I pointed to the camera on the bed and answered, He thought we were taping him… probably to blackmail him, as well. I guess he would see it that way. But what the fuck? I already have him under my thumb without a frigging tape. He already knows I’m cuckolding him!

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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.

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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.

I made him stop and put on a rubber, then he re-entered me andfucked me really hard. His cock is a little longer than yours,but a lot skinnier. He had a big cock head that really felt goodwhen he pushed it in. I told him to fuck me good. He began tomaon as I wrapped my legs around him. It only took about anothertwo minutes before he came. But I still wanted more.At this point I was pumping my wife furiously, thinking how some young guy had just been in her pussy less than two days before.We talked for about fifteen minutes, then I told him I wanted his hard cock buried inside me again. It wasn’t long before Ihad another condom on him and he was again on top of me, pumping my pussy furiously! I talked dirty to him, telling him how good his cock felt and how I loved to get fucked. He moaned a lot and I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts.

I wanted to be his bestfuck ever.

He came after about three minutes and we were both wiped out. We talked a little longer then he said he had to go. He said he had a big date with his girlfriend, and she never put out. I told him he was lucky he already got some ass today then,so he wouldn’t be so frustrated tonight! I had to masturbate three more times that evening thinking about him fucking me andhow I was going to tell you. Sometime during this I shot my load deep inside my wife. I must have cum three times as much as usual since she had made me so horny. But afterward I wondered, could she have faked it? I quit wondering when Brandi got up and opened her drawer again. She pulled out a ziploc bag and handed it to me. In it were two cum-soaked condoms. I opened the bag and the smell of cum was quite powerful. My wife had done it. She had fucked another man while I was out of town.

My dick was instantly hard again.

Brandi said her pussy was a little sore from the long fucking I just gave her, so she had me lay back and began to stroke my cock while I sucked her nipples, just like he had done. I made hertell me the story two more times while she jerked me to cumming twice more before I let her go to bed.This story is 100% true. As will be the next Brandi story.

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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.

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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.

She says that she had never done it and she won’t ever do it, I said. I must have sounded pathetic.

That is absolutely not possible. Every woman knows and loves to suck cock. It is written somewhere in their genes, Jack said. Of all the chicks I have ever fucked, none of them refused to suck my dick. Man, you’ve got to assert yourself. Demand that little Todd gets some attention, too.

I wished I had kept my little mouth shut. I made matters worse because I kept talking. There has to be one chick that refused to go down on you, I said.

Todd, I told you about my collection, my DVD collection. I have two hundred forty seven disks each of them a different chick. Pick out any three, take them home and watch them. I guarantee you that

whichever one you pick, the girl would be sucking my cock….. Eagerly, he added. As a bonus, I’ll have one ready with Isabelle by Tuesday and you can watch that, too.

I was getting depressed rather quickly. Jack was taunting me. I knew about Jack’s DVD collection. I had seen parts of a few of them when I was at his apartment a month ago. They were done pretty well with three high quality hidden cameras in his bedroom all edited like a good porno flick. The sound wasn’t bad either. Jack wanted to show me Alma that cute faced large breasted receptionist in our office. I was skeptical that he fucked her till he hastily showed me clips from the DVD labeled Alma written in large capital letters.

You are sure that Isabelle is going to your apartment and is going to fuck you and suck your dick, I said. Isabelle had just entered the front door.

Yeah, he said.

You guys been good boys, Isabelle said. She sat herself on Jack’s lap looking at me with those brown eyes.

We chatted for an hour, Isabelle sickeningly attaching herself to Jack. I would have no release when I got home, so I wasn’t in a good mood. Finally we left in his Sebring, me sitting in the back. I was dropped to my car in the office building and the two of them screeched out in a whiff leaving me with the smell of burnt rubber.

I must have mentioned to Jack that Danielle was going to visit her parents back east two weekends later. Jack told that I should visit his apartment after I dropped my wife off at the airport on Thursday evening. I entered his bachelor pad with a stupid grin on my face. He immediately directed me to his wall-to-wall dark wood bookshelf. Jack pulled out a small key that unlocked a section of the bookshelf. Neatly piled up and three rows deep laid his collection of DVDs.

Pick out any three, Jack directed me.

Neatly inscribed on the spine of each DVD case, were names of women. They didn’t seem to be in any particular order. Carol, Lydia, Stephanie, Corinne, Maria, Michelle – names and names that my eyes kept scanning. I chose Claudia, Melissa and Christine, girls that I dated in high school. Who knows, they could be them.

Now here is a special one for you, Jack said handing me a DVD case. I noticed the name Isabelle written on it. You know she thought you were cute. Man, she gives good head. Very enthusiastic I might say.

Jack, you’re a lucky man, I said. I couldn’t understand why I was so unlucky.

I didn’t sleep that night. I watched all four DVDs completely. Jerked off myself numerous times. The quality was excellent. These women practically turned into sluts in the hands of my man Jack. The few women that I had slept with never behaved the way they did in those DVDs.

I was particularly mesmerized by Isabelle’s beauty. They were talking about me as Isabelle removed her clothes. She said, Yeah, I would fuck Todd. He could have taken me in the bar if he wanted. He’s definitely better looking than you. But he doesn’t know how to take a woman. Nice guys don’t get pussy.

Isabelle had that tight, fun and party all night long body. Wrapped in only a thong with juicy bouncy breasts, she got on her knees and gave Jack an awesome blowjob. I could see that Jack was feeling good. With her short hair, I could see her sexy neck and back as she worked incessantly on Jack’s tool.

Later Jack was on top of the lovely Isabelle, fucking her beautiful body. As with the other girls, Jack gets them satisfied good. My wife never seemed to have that I just got fucked real hard and good look. These girls had become putty wanting nothing more than to be with Jack and to be his subservient chick. It seemed that he had to practically push these girls out of his apartment.

Before picking up my wife on Sunday night, I stopped at Jack’s apartment to return the episodes

of the four women back to his collection.

What did I tell you, Jack said as he checked all four DVDs for scratches.

A nice collection you got there, I said hoping to sound cool. My dick was totally worn out.

Did all the chicks use their mouth? he queried.

Yeah, I said. No point in denying the truth.

Your wife can also do that. You just have to know what triggers them. Its real simple, he lectured.

I was glad to finally leave his apartment even for picking up my frigid wife at the airport. All she gave me was a cold customary kiss and blabbered about her boring parents.

With hopes of finding that elusive trigger, I tried to arouse some intimacy with Danielle in these following weeks. As usual, she didn’t respond to my charms and in the last two weeks even became rather cruel to my advances. Words like inadequate, small and lack of sexual compatibility were thrown around.

I am not sure if Jack sensed my marital problems but he seemed his usual chirpy self and told me to come by his apartment after work today.

Remember I told you about the trigger, that every woman has it, he said handing me a can of Miller Light.

Yeah, I said dreading that Jack was going to give me some unworkable advice to get Danielle on her knees.

Look, he said turning on his state of the art wide screen TV and DVD player with the remote.

The image didn’t immediately register in my brain. I saw my Danielle in Jack’s bedroom. Thankfully she was clothed, wearing her light blue knit top and her white cotton capris. She was casually and comfortably checking out the bedroom.

What the fuck is this, I said. I clenched my fist ready to pound his face. Jack didn’t respond as he was intently watching the screen. Jack entered the room and Danielle turned around to face him.

I’m wearing the thong you gave me, she said. She curled her arms around Jack and gave him a most passionate kiss to his mouth.

My blood was boiling. Biting my lip, I threw a clumsy punch to his face with all my energy. He easily side stepped the assault and plunged his fist into my solar plexus. I doubled over gasping for air, tears down my cheeks. After a few minutes of agonizing pain, I looked up at the screen again watching my wife’s breast exposed to this man.

She wore the sexiest black thong that made her look like a knockout. She was on her knees expertly unbuckling his belt to release his larger and wider pecker than mine. Then with unbridled enthusiasm I watched with horror and with the unexpected rushing of the blood to my genitalia my wife sucking Jack’s strong dick. She gave it the love that only a true slut could.

Suck it you slut, Jack commanded my wife. She twirled her pretty head over his gorging muscle like it was a lollipop. Yeah more like it. Yea keep doing it and I’ll promise you those black gangbangers. Yeah, you can be their whore, live with them, get fucked good and hard everyday.

When Jack’s dick erupted, Danielle hungrily swallowed the reward licking up the overflow that spilled down his dick and balls. After that she laid on his bed naked legs open.

I need you everyday, honey, my wife told Jack.

I told you I can’t do that. I gave you this chance. This is the last time. Don’t worry I’ll get you those gangbangers. They are eager to meet you, Jack responded.

She seemed satisfied with the reply and casually threw her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself. Jack limp from the recent ejaculation, sat next to her watching her masturbate. I could see that he was taking in her beauty, her long blond hair on his sheets, her blue eyes and her generous mouth. He played with her toes as she kept on playing with herself.

I’ve got to go. Let’s get this done, Jack said. His dick had gotten back up a little bit. Seeing Danielle open her legs for him made me envious. He got on top of her and slid his tool in. I could clearly see it immersed into my wife’s pussy. The sight was strange like a dream. He pushed it to the hilt and slowly slid in and out. He put his mouth on

my wife’s breast and sucked on those awesome nipples. Then they had their mouths together, passionately

kissing like two lovers. Danielle was moaning, Oh fuck me, fuck me, Jack. Do it good. Her head moved side to side. She was in a trance. I couldn’t get my eyes off the screen. My boner was clearly evident and Jack noticed it.

When Jack finally spilled his seed into my wife’s womb and I saw my wife shudder in orgasmic euphoria, I cried in despair and in jealousy. Jack switched off the TV and left me alone. I didn’t say much else to Jack and with humiliation pocketed Danielle’s thong that he tossed to me. Dazed and confused, I drove home, my mind in turmoil. It seemed unreal what Jack told me. That he went to my house to give Danielle a thong to trigger our relationship and she in turn went wild and got him on our bed for some good ole-fashion fucking and sucking. The thought of Jack on my bed taking my wife was sickening… yet strangely exciting …..

And thus began my life as a willing cuckold …

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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.

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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.

For an instant, there wasn’t any movement and no one said anything. I put one leg up on the bench seat next to Bill and then I felt Larry’s hand move to my tits. He cupped each of them from behind and pulling me backwards some, leaned me against his chest. He then started to kiss and lick my throat and ears while Bill explored every part of my pussy. God! I was so excited, and so sensitive and so full of wonderful feelings, I almost couldn’t stand! Larry held me up as I sagged and gave in to the first orgasm of the night.

After a few minutes, during which Bill’s hand never left my pussy and Larry’s never left my tits, I just put my other foot on the bench so I was straddling Bill and lowered myself down onto his cock. I didn’t even have to guide it into me – he just slipped right in. Even though fucking in water can be challenging and sometimes not very pleasant, I was making enough lubrication to waterproof one of their submarines! Bill felt wonderful inside me – he didn’t move at first, and then slowly started to stroke. Somehow he managed to make enough contact with my clit that another orgasm was mine – and this one seemed to last a lot longer.

Afterwards, Larry sat on the side of the tub and I started to suck his cock. Bill quietly moved behind me and entered me again from behind – I was the only one cumming so far! We continued like this for what seemed like a long time – none of us really knows. There were a few changes of places, Bill moved from my pussy to my mouth and Larry to my pussy and back. Each of them wound up cumming in me twice – and they both felt and tasted wonderful.

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After, it was the most natural thing in the world to climb out, dry each other off and proceed to our bedroom. I took my time with Bill – playing with his cock and balls while I dried him off. He and Larry both dried me, rubbing my breasts and legs, and pussy between them. While Larry stayed to close up the tub, I took Bill’s hand and led him inside. On the way up the stairs, Bill slid his hand up my thigh and lightly caressed my swollen lips – I almost collapsed right there! He came up right behind me and pressed his body against mine – I could feel the heat and hardness of his cock as it was pressed between the cheeks of my ass. Bill nuzzled my neck and kissed me – very hard and very deep – I felt like his tongue was reaching my stomach and kissed back wildly!

We finally made it to the bedroom, moving more like one person than two – Bill’s hands were all over me, feeling, caressing, pinching, rubbing and I had his wonderfully hard cock in my hands. Bill stopped short of the bed and slowly slid down my body until his face was right at my pussy – the next thing I felt was that long tongue lapping at my pussy and over my clit. It was all I could do to hold on – pressing his face into my pussy while my knees buckled and I came again. Then, I was on my back and Bill’s cock was slipping into my wet pussy until he was bottomed out. It felt good – thick, hard, hot, and somehow reaching far inside me even though he was about the same length as Larry. He started to stroke the full length of his cock in and out – almost pulling out and plunging back in fully. I wrapped my legs around him and started to urge him faster and harder!

Then I heard: “Can I play too?” – Larry had come in and was offering me his cock as he asked. I didn’t know it, but he had been watching Bill and I since the stair climbing and was ragingly excited! For the first time I experienced a cock fully in my throat and swallowed a huge load of his cum. Bill was still inside me and stroking very strongly – so hard I could feel his balls slap against my ass every time. Then, he stopped and turned me onto my knees – somehow his cock stayed in my pussy – and he started to pump again. Larry was lying next to us and started to play with my breasts – then he slid under and started to suck my nipples. This eventually turned into a 69 with me and Larry, while Bill was still fucking me – I was almost overloaded with pleasure. That orgasm was explosive! I was shaking, moaning, and sweating and the top of my head was coming off. Larry’s breath on my clit was almost too painful to enjoy I was so sensitive and my nipples felt like rocks.

I think I sort of passed out for a bit because my next memory is of Larry being pressed against my back chest to toe while I was pressed against Bill. We didn’t fuck anymore that night, but I was in heaven between two wonderful men who held and fondled and cuddled me the rest of the night. Talk about being treated like a queen… nothing could have been more affectionate, comfortable, and right. Nothing! And, yes, we did wake up to repeat some of the night’s fun, but it wasn’t the same. It was great, just didn’t have the magic or the same excitement. Little did we know then that we would experience it again in the future… often.

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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.

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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.

I wish I could have been there to seeit, I said.

Yeah, Sonya said. Anyway, I don’t know what made me do this but I figured Duane would have done anything. I asked if he wanted to taste Indian honey. He nodded right away. So I got on top of the coffee table on my knees and placed my butt right to his face. I knew Michael was enjoying this. I spread my cheeks and asked him if he saw a little brown hole. He said yes. I asked him what he would like to do with that hole. He said that he would very much like to taste it. I told him that he was very definitely my kind of guy. The next moment his tongue was slithering into my little asshole. I just love that feeling especially when I can make someone do it so eagerly.

Michael must have been enjoying this, I commented.

Most definitely, Sonya said. He keeps telling me that he is the luckiest guy to have met me. Any way Duane did everything to me and Michael watched most of the time. I just sat on the sofa for a longtime and Duane had his head buried between my legs. I had these long shuddering orgasm after a long buildup.You were treated like a queen, I said.Yeah, it was nice, Sonia said. She remained quiet for a while. Then she smiled at me and went up and down with her torso getting my dick feeling good. She gyrated well over and over until my pecker got its satisfaction and lined her insides with my gooey stuff.

After I recovered I went back to my term paper. I must have still looked troubled as Sonia asked me, Professor Roberts still getting you down?

Yeah, I admitted.

You know what, my wife blurted. I’ll let him have my body in exchange for your grades.

My face beamed. Thanks, honey. You’re the best.

I wasn’t very good at approaching any one to offer my wife’s body. It wasn’t something that anyone was trained to do. I meekly asked Professor Roberts for a conference at his office.

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He hesitated momentarily. Yes, come see me today! he roared. Your work is very mediocre.

That is the reason I asked for this conference, Professor Roberts. Is there anything I could do to make a ‘B’ for this course? I asked. His office was cramped, but neat.

Ha! At this late stage I doubt there is anything that can be done, the professor said with a glint in his eyes. He began looking at his papers hoping I’d disappear. A minute later he looked up clearly disappointed that I was still occupying the seat in front of his desk.

Sir, I have a – a proposition, I said.Look here! I don’t know what are you trying to pull, Professor Roberts blurted.

I placed two polaroids on his desk. Sonya was smiling on both the pictures, one in thebathroom and the other in the kitchen. She was without any clothes in both of the pictures. My wife agreed to sleep with you if you would give me a ‘A’,I said. I told myself to stop fidgeting on the chair.The professor was quiet for a while. He let out a sheepish smile. Sure, he said. This is clearly a big compromise for me that will come only with some concerted efforts from you and your wife.

Definitely, I said. I was relaxed now as the cat was out of the bag.

For the next three weeks till the semester is over, I will come over to your domicile whenever I wish. Is that understood and acceptable?the professor said.

That would be OK, I said.

That very same evening the middle-aged balding professor with horn rimmed glasses walked into our little apartment. My wife immediately made him feel welcomed by hugging him. It was not very often that I get to see my wife in action and I was hoping they would let me watch. His erection was clearly visible inside his gray dress pants.

Would you like a beer, Bill? Sonya said in her sultry way. She was already on a first name basis with my professor. Yes, please, he said looking around the apartment. Nice little place you’ve got here. He was trying to make small talk taking away the awkwardness of the situation. Are you married? my wife asked the professor.

Divorced, he answered curtly. It looked like he wanted to bang her bones right away. I knew my wife was going to tease him.

Sonia wore a sleeveless top that accentuated her perky breasts. Her silky brown hair rested on her bare shoulders. Let me get into something more comfortable, she said and walked into the room, leaving my professor and I alone.

Please come by anytime you want, I said.

Yes, thank you, he replied. He wasn’t talking down to me anymore. Strangely I was pleased with that.

Sonia came out wearing just a sports bra and a thong. They were both in black contrasting well with her olive skin. Professor Roberts enjoyed the sight of her twin cheeks, perfectly round. Sonia handed him the beer. Are you in a rush? Sonia asked the professor. I hope you are not. I enjoy taking it slow, she added talking to the professor in her thong and bra.

Take your time. I plan to be here allnight, the professor said.

I got myself a beer. I asked theprofessor, Do you mind if we all are on the bed. Idon’t sleep well on the couch. I won’t be a bother.Sure, he said.My wife was preparing dinner, a typical Indian meal. As a good Indian host, she also prepared for the guest. When the table was set, the professor and I sat across each other. Sonia sat between us. The professor seemed to enjoy the flavored chicken and curry dishes eaten with our ethnic bread. It seemed he was pleasantly surprised with the hospitality. His initial expectations were that he would only be given a quicky with my wife. When Sonia fucked around she gave the men everything a good meal included.

After dinner Professor Roberts was eager to get things rolling. My wife removed her bra and cleaned up just wearing a thong. He helped in the kitchen and left me alone on the sofa nursing my third beer. Any opportunity he could get, he grabbed her breasts. Sonia kept on working getting everything in order before bedtime. I’m going to bed, I declared.

Outside the bedroom, I could hear my wife and the professor getting animated. I got a little more to clean, then I’m all yours, she said. Later on she said, OK, take off my thong if you wish. When they had finally entered the bedroom, the professor had also removed his clothes. The streetlight outside the bedroom window showered its yellow glow inside. I could see his middle-aged body with graying chest hairs coinciding with the youthful curvaceous body belonging to my wife. She gently removed herself from his probing hands and went to brush her teeth. As usual she would bend over the sink vigorously manipulating the toothbrush in her frothy mouth. She would complete her regiment by gargling on her minted mouthwash.

The naked professor sat on the edge ofour bed. She returned with a smile. She embraced the sitting professor, his mouth hungrily sucking on her breasts. My professor crawled on the bed next tome. My wife buried herself between his legs. She cradled his drooping balls as her mouth gently planted loving kisses to his bulging oozing head. Oh! That is good, he mumbled. As she seemed to be good at it,she kept playing with his tool probably giving him something he never had before.

Now it’s your turn, my wife said. With her legs towards the head of the bed, she spread them apart. With lust and hunger, he lapped up her pussy tonguing all over her bare genitalia. As my wife squirmed from the pleasure given to her, I knew that she had notched in her mind another person going down on her. In privacy she would very frequently by order list out all the men who had licked her pussy and the list was getting longer. The professor got her climaxed very soon and he would be aptly rewarded for it.

Enter me now, she said lying flat on her back. The professor, on his feet, was enjoying the scene in front of him, a husband lying on the side of the bed while the naked wife beckoning for his taking. The pleasure of taking another man’s wife was sweet in itself but to take it in the husband’s presence and with the husband’s acquiescence must surely have been sweeter still.

Professor Roberts got back on the bed carefully, his penis strong as ever never wavering from its target. Sonia as always loved every moment of this. When he immersed himself all the way inside my wife, I heard that unmistakable grunt of achieving the ultimate in sexual conquest. As he slid in and out, he alternatively stared into Sonia’s face and my face. He moved in and out with great force. My wife seemed pinned under his assault. Yeah, fuck me all night, she said barely above a whisper.

Seeing your wife with another man had always sent a thrill down my spine and this time it was no different. Under my sheets, my libido had sprung to life and my hands automatically went to stroke it. The professor increased his pace and shuddered as he exploded inside my wife’s warm pussy. I had also spilled my seed, but inside my underwear.

They kissed long and passionately,tongues dancing with each other. They were in cuddle mode and soon slept in each other’s arms. In the wee hours, they went at it again. This time I didn’t watch the action but felt it through the bed while being in the state of semi-sleep.

It was Friday morning. I didn’t have class but I went to the library to work on my term paper. The professor showered and left for his work. Sonia had to go with her boss Michael to Carmel to entertain a customer. When evening came, Professor Roberts was back. Sonia tired from a day of entertaining still managed to smile and provide my professor with the services he required. His sexual energy was tireless and he stayed the whole weekend in our apartment, most of the time naked with my wife. I was glad when the three weeks were over. I got pretty familiar with his anatomy and his upward curving cock. Well, at least I got an A in Sociology.

Generally things went well with our lifestyle. We had a few hiccups along the way,though. Sonia wanted to approach the landlord of our apartment. The guy was always lusting after the women in the apartment complex hinting rent abatement for sexual favors. He was a short Persian guy whose real name was Mohammed. He had a pock marked face and a thick moustache. I knew from experience that he couldn’t be trusted. He could not part with money. It wasn’t in his blood.I don’t trust Moe, I told my wife. He doesn’t play by the rules. Sonia was getting aggressive to cut a deal with the landlord. I don’t think anyone had ever exchanged sex for the rent in this apartment and for good reasons, I added.Honey, I had already approached him and I was going to tell you about it. You don’t trust him so I was going to surprise you with paying only half the rent and then I would have told you, Sonia said.

Big big mistake, I said. I can’tbelieve you did this. I told you he is a big fucking liar. He just took advantage of you and it hurts. I just can’t imagine you opening your legs for him.

He wasn’t too bad actually. A lot of groping but he came fast, she said.

I can’t believe you let him on our bed,I said clearly pained by the news.

Let’s see what happens, OK, she said and finished off her glass of orange juice.

As I had expected we were told to pay our rent in full. What about the agreement? I asked Moe handing him the check.

I told your wife that if I can get a chance to fuck her in front of you, all tied up and shit, then I’ll give that half rent deal, Moe said easily. I was shocked at his audacity although I tried not to show it. What makes you think anyone is going to trust you, I said. Show me good faith. Give me back half the money right now and I’ll see what we can do.No can do. Me fuck first, then pay,he mouthed.You did fuck first and didn’t pay. We are not stupid, I said and left the office. It was no use to discuss the matter further. It took awhile,but the anger of my wife giving this man her goodies for nothing subsided.

Moe still taunted me. Your wife was the best fuck I ever had, he would say quite loudly whenever we crossed paths. In a few months we moved out of the apartment to a better place, a little townhouse we rented for the same money. As the years passed, Sonia had sex with many men for many different reasons and occasions. We were both happy as we got more than we wanted.

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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.

Spring Thomas

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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