Wifes First Big Black Cock

This is the story of how my wife was fucked by a black guy for the first time.

Let me start by telling you a little bit about us. My wife, Jane, and I have been married for 19 years. We are both 37 years old. We married while we were still in college after Jane got pregnant with our daughter, Susie.

Jane was, and still is, one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen. At 37, she has the figure of a woman 10 years younger. In fact, several of my buddies have commented that they wish their wives had kept their looks the way mine had. She’s got natural 36D breast that don’t sag a bit, a flat tummy, and a perfectly round and tight ass. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world every time I look at her.

Our daughter Susie is 18 and just graduated high school. She inherited her mother’s looks and has never had trouble finding a date among the boys in town. Susie has a wild streak and tends to spend her time running with the wrong crowd. Her mother and I have never approved of Susie’s choice in friends. More on some of them later.

Jane and I had what many would consider the perfect marriage. We are both still very much in love. She is my best friend and my lover. We had everything that anyone could ever desire: a huge house with a pool, nice cars, vacations, the works.

Still…anyone who has been married that long will tell you that things eventually get stale in the relationship. This was starting to hold true for Jane and I. We are both open sexually. Fantasies and role-playing have always been part of our sex life together. We had often talked about swinging with another couple, but this fantasy has never become a reality. Before we got together, Jane had only had one other lover and she would sometimes mention in bed what a turn-on it would be for her to take another man. For the longest time though, this was all nothing more than pillow talk.

Now that the background is set, let me tell you about the events that led up to my wife taking her first black man.

As I mentioned before, our daughter had just graduated from high school. It was mid-June and Susie was going to spend the weekend visiting the campus of our state university, which is several hours away by car. She was to leave Friday afternoon with a group of classmates and a few parents.

This presented Jane and I with a unique opportunity, a weekend alone. I was planning to cook a romantic dinner for my wife the next evening, open a bottle of wine, and make love all night. As you will find out, things did not happen exactly that way.

I was in the garage when Susie’s ride pulled in the driveway.

My daughter bounded out of the house when the car arrived.

“Have a great weekend Dad,” she said.

“Be careful honey,” I replied.

“By the way, I told my friend Jessica that her and her boyfriend could come over and use the pool tomorrow. I hope that’s OK,” Susie continued.

With that, she was off.

I didn’t even get a chance to respond to her last statement. Obviously, I didn’t want any of my daughter’s friends hanging around my pool when I was trying to set up a romantic night at home. However, Jane and I had always allowed Susie’s friends to use our pool. Maybe we were too permissive in that sense, but the kids were generally very polite and didn’t over-stay their welcome.

However the friend that Susie mentioned, Jessica, is nothing but trouble. After meeting Jessica, Susie started to have problems in school…poor grades, staying out late, drinking, that sort of thing.

I even suspect that Jessica has taken my daughter to The Zebra, a club in our town known for having a very rough, and very black, clientele.

I wasn’t pleased that Jessica and some strange boy would be at my house the next day. I decided to honor my daughter’s invitation to them, but that they would have to be gone by early evening so their presence wouldn’t ruin the sexy mood I was trying to create for my wife.

Skip ahead to Saturday…

Saturday turned out to be a beautiful day. My plan for the day was to send Jane to the spa that afternoon, while I shopped and made arrangements for our evening together. We were both out of the house by noon.

My errands would only take an hour or two and Jane was due to be at the spa until 6pm, so I would have plenty of time to get everything ready.

By the time I had finished my shopping, it was about 2pm.

As I pulled into my driveway, I noticed two cars parked. One was my wife’s, and the other was a strange car I’d never seen before. That’s probably Jessica’s car, I thought.

I walked into the house and made my way to the kitchen. My wife was at the counter, in a bikini, making a pitcher of rum cocktails.

“What happened to the spa?” I asked.

“Oh they were over booked as usual, so I re-scheduled for next week,” she replied. “Besides, it’s so nice today I thought I’d just enjoy the pool.” She was slightly slurring her words and it was obvious to me that she was drunk.

“Is that Jessica’s car outside?”

“Yes, her and Leon are out by the pool. We’ve been having a few drinks together. You know…Jessica doesn’t seem like such a bad girl after all. We might have been wrong about her.” Jane declared.

I looked through the window to my pool and saw Jessica and her boyfriend lounging around, sipping drinks.

Jessica is a very hot young lady by anyone’s standards. She stands about 5’8″ tall with long red hair, great C cup boobs, and legs that could wrap around a guy twice. Even if she was trouble, she was still a sight to behold.

The guy she was with, Leon, was a tall black guy with shoulder length dreadlocks. He also has many tattoos on his arms and struck me as kind of a ‘gangster’ type.

“What do you think of the boyfriend?” I asked my wife.

“He’s nice honey. Don’t be so quick to judge…”

“I wasn’t judging. I just what to know what he’s about if he’s going to be in my pool,” I replied.

“Well, he is very flirty…” Jane said.

“What does that mean?” I demanded.

“When the three of us were swimming around, his hand grazed my ass several times. I think he did it on purpose. Also…when Jessica was inside, he kept staring at my tits,” Jane explained.

That thought did make me a little angry. But touching her ass could have been an accident, and I couldn’t very well get pissed about him looking at Jane. She was hot…any man would stare at her!

I decided to go with the flow and went upstairs to change into my swim trunks.

When I got down to the pool, Jane, Jessica, and Leon were already into the fresh pitcher of drinks. I grabbed a drink for myself, said hello to Jessica, and introduced myself to Leon.

“This is a great pool you got here man,” Leon said.

“Thanks.”

With small talk out of the way, we all proceeded to spend the afternoon relaxing in the sun. After we finished one batch of drinks, Jane would immediately head inside to fix another.

Each time she walked into the house, I noticed Leon watching her swaying hips. I knew then that this guy was seriously hot for my wife.

Before too long we were all pretty well drunk. I knew that my dinner plan was a bust. Oh well…Jane seemed to be having a fun time with the young people, and truthfully I was having a great time also.

At one point, I went inside with Jane while she was preparing a fresh round of drinks.

“I think Leon has the hots for you baby,” I teased her.

“You’re right…he touched my ass and boobs when we were swimming again. It couldn’t have been an accident this time,” she smiled as she spoke.

“Do you think he’s cute?” I was curious now.

“Yes.” She said. “He’s really sexy in a bad-boy kind of way. When he touched me…it made me feel really hot inside. It was a real turn-on to do something naughty.”

Instantly, I thought back to our pillow talk about her having another man. By the look in her eyes, Jane was thinking about it too.

“If you want to flirt with him a little, then you have my permission.” I said.

“We’ll see baby.” Jane replied.

Of course, when we made our way back down to the pool, Jane was flirting like crazy with Leon. Especially now that she had my OK. She kept bending over so he could see her cleavage, touching him, and practically letting him paw her ass checks.

Jessica noticed that my wife was paying more attention to her man, and it didn’t make her happy at all. She started to drink very heavily. We were all drunk, but Jessica was completely wasted in no time.

In fact, by the time the sun set…Jessica was passed out in a lounge chair by the pool.

Leon was now free to devote his full charms to my wife. It was a thrill for me to see my wife acting like a slut in front of another man. I had a huge erection watching them.

All the alcohol was running through me so I went inside to relieve myself.

When I returned to the pool area, Jane and Leon were standing up in the shallow end, kissing deep and passionately. Until that moment, I didn’t really think Jane would go any further that flirting with Leon.

Her bikini top was undone and Leon had his hands covering her full breasts. He broke their kiss and leaned down to suck her nipples. While he did this, Jane opened her eyes and noticed that I was watching them. She had a very confused look on her face.

“It’s OK” I silently mouthed to her, letting her know she had my permission to continue making out with this guy.

After all these years, she was finally going to have another man. A black man, at that.

Jane whispered something in Leon’s ear. I couldn’t hear what she said, but I think she was encouraging him to continue.

Our fantasy was finally going to come true…sort of. I wished there had been another woman available for me…but Jessica was still out cold. At least Jane would have a new lover tonight.

I took a seat in a deck chair not five feet from them so I could have a better view.

“Damn your wife is too hot!” Leon exclaimed. “You don’t mind her with another dude?”

“If it’s what Jane wants, then it’s OK with me. Just be a gentleman…and after tonight, it’ll never happen again, got it?”

“That’s cool by me,” he replied.

His hands were all over Jane’s body. Her bikini top was completely off now, her boobs fully exposed. Leon lowered one hand to Jane’s crotch and started to stroke her clit through her bikini bottoms.

“Oh God that feels soooo good,” she moaned.

I could tell that Jane was getting very excited. It must have been a real thrill for her to make out with this young black guy, a stranger, while his girlfriend was passed out a few feet away!

Even though they were both half underwater, I could tell Leon had a massive erection from the size of the tent in his shorts. Jane was grinding her pussy against his hard cock as they kissed.

Jane looked right into Leon’s eyes and said, “Let’s go inside and get more comfortable.”

She got out of the pool and started walking into the house, toward our bedroom. Leon and I were both right behind her.

Truthfully, I was having mixed feelings about this. I was about to let my wife live out one of her fantasies. I wanted her to experience this. However, I still wasn’t sure about this guy. He was a virtual stranger and young enough to be her son.

On the way to the bedroom, I stopped to make another drink for myself. If this was going to happen, I wanted to have a good buzz. Leon wasn’t wasting any time…he followed Jane to the bedroom.

By the time I got to the bedroom, Jane was already spread eagle on the bed. She was nude now and Leon was between her legs, eating her pussy. I stood in the doorway and watched.

“Ohhh Ahhhh” was the only thing I heard from her.

After a few minutes Jane tensed up and I could tell that she came. She has a very sensitive clit and it never takes her long to come when I go down on her.

“You like that baby?” Leon asked as he moved beside her on the bed.

“Uh huh,” she said, recovering from her intense orgasm.

Leon still had his trunks on as he lay on his back. Jane got onto her hands and knees, grabbed hold of his shorts, and quickly pulled them off.

They were both fully nude now.

Leon’s dick was still rock hard. Jane gasped in apprehension when she first saw it up close. I think she was worried about him hurting her…his cock was that big.

“Don’t worry baby…it’ll fit, you’ll see,” he tried to reassure her.

“Do you want me to suck you, Leon?” Jane asked him.

“No baby, I’m ready to go now. I want to fuck you.”

“Oh yes Leon. I want you inside me,” Jane said. “Do you have a condom?”

“No. Never use them.”

Shit, I thought. This isn’t something we had planned for so we didn’t have any rubbers around the house. Jane doesn’t use birth control and I’ve had a vasectomy.

I was very uncomfortable with the situation now, but decided to wait and see what Jane would do.

What I heard then stunned me.

“It’s OK. I don’t think I’m fertile now anyway. Go ahead and ride me bareback Leon.”

Jane then rolled over onto her back and spread her legs as wide as they would go, offering her pussy to Leon. Offering her womb to him.

He climbed atop her and placed his uncut cock head right on the lips of her pussy. After rubbing himself against her for a moment, he slowly started to slide into my wife.

Her eyes were shut tight in pain. She has never taken a man that large before, even me. She looked like she was about to pass out and he only had half of his prick inside her.

“Please stop…it hurts,” she begged.

“Just relax baby, just relax,” He told her, ignoring her pleas.

After a few minutes of slowly working himself into her, Leon was finally balls deep in Jane. That’s when he really started to fuck her.

Pulling almost all the way out, he would slam his cock back into her forcefully with each stroke.

I could see his ass grinding up and down as he balled my wife. Her legs were hooked around his thighs as she just tried to hold on and enjoy this new cock.

They were both grunting, a combined chorus of “Ahhhs” and “Ohhs” filled the room.

Leon was working up to a fever pitch. He was stroking faster and faster into Jane. I didn’t think he would be able to last much longer.

I was right.

After about 10 minutes of vigorous fucking, both of them covered in sweat, Leon began to tense up ready to bust his nut.

I was still thinking that Jane wasn’t on birth control. Would she ask him to pull out? Or would she take his virile seed into her womb?

My questions were answered when Leon pushed his dick all the way inside her and called out, “Ahhh Here it comes bitch!”

“No please not inside me…” Jane said too late.

Leon was shaking on top of Jane as his balls were squirting their baby making semen deep into my wife. He was so deep into her that his cum must have been shooting right onto her cervix and maybe even directly into her womb.

Jane held tight to Leon as he finished pumping his juice into her. Even though the thought of getting pregnant by Leon must have terrified her, I could tell by the glazed look in her eyes that she had another orgasm as he was filling her with semen.

The lovers slowed and eventually fell into a heap on the bed. Leon pulled his now soft cock out of my wife. His cum started leaking out right away, he must have pumped a quart into her!

Leon got up from the bed and went to make another drink.

After he left, Jane and I talked briefly about what just happened.

“How do you feel Jane?”

“I’m sore down there but it was worth it…Thanks so much for letting me do this honey. I love you so much!” Jane told me.

“I love you too Jane. But what about birth control? You didn’t make him wear a rubber.”

“I know. I just wanted to go all the way with him, no condom, skin to skin.”

“But what if you get pregnant or get an STD from Leon?”

“It’ll be OK honey…let’s not worry about that now, Leon will be back soon.”

At almost that exact moment, Leon did come back into the room.

“Leon, will you spend the night with me? I hope you can do me again before we’re done,” Jane asked him.

“Sure…I could fuck you a few more times tonight baby!”

With that…they began their lovers dance again.

I left the room. I was happy that Jane was finally living out her fantasy, but I didn’t particularly want to watch.

I went back to the pool deck, where I noticed that Jessica was just waking up.

“Hi Mr. Smith,” she said.

“Hi Jessica.”

“Where is everyone?” she asked.

I lied. “Jane is asleep and your boyfriend Leon went home.” Little did she know that her boyfriend was upstairs planting his baby juice in my wife.

She was visibly upset, thinking that Leon left her passed out. Would she have been less upset if she knew he was balling Jane silly just then?

She started to cry and told me how Leon just keeps her around for sex and treats her like a plaything. She was apparently very unhappy in their relationship.

“What should I do?” she cried.

I tried to comfort her. I told her that if she wasn’t happy that she should move on and find someone else. I was trying to be a nice guy.

She hugged me. As we pulled apart, she looked into my face and started kissing me.

This is it, I thought. Now that fantasy Jane and I had was coming true for both of us.

“Oh Mr. Smith you’ve been so nice to me. I want you to make love to me,” she moaned.

We very quickly undressed one another. After the usual round of foreplay, after she was soaking wet and ready for me, I moved on top of her.

“What about a condom?” she asked. “Leon won’t ever use one and I’m scared to death of having a baby.”

“Don’t worry Jess, I’ve been snipped. You can’t get pregnant by me.”

That seemed to lessen her fears and I pushed my hard dick into this 19-year-old beauty.

We fucked each other quickly. She was probably afraid my wife might come down and catch us…and I was so worked up from watching Leon inseminate Jane.

After a few short minutes of screwing, I pushed deep into Jessica and blew my load into her body.

I shot so much that I knew she could feel each splash of semen inside her. At that moment, I regretted having the vasectomy…I wanted to mate with this girl fully.

We jumped into the pool to cool off. Jessica seemed embarrassed by what just happened and after kissing me one last time, got dressed and left.

I was exhausted from the day’s events. I went back into the house and lay down on the couch, thinking that I’d give Jane and Leon time to finish up.

I was just about to fall asleep when Leon came down stairs, back fully clothed again.

“That was hot dude…thanks for letting me ball your wife,” he said on his way out the door.

I went back upstairs and found Jane standing by the bed. A river of Leon’s semen was running down the inside of her thigh. It would be a miracle if she didn’t get pregnant.

We talked about the evening’s sexual adventures. I told her that I fucked Jessica. Jane was happy that I didn’t have to spend the night alone while she had fun with Leon.

Our fantasy had come true.

We both agreed that it wouldn’t ever happen again. Jane had had her cheap lay and was satisfied.

After showering, we fell asleep together.

Nothing like that night has ever happened again. Jane and I still have an active fantasy life, but one night was enough to satisfy our curiosities. We had each other, and that was enough.

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Emma Snorkles Nude

As we drove around the bend the view in front of us was incredible. A friend had told us about this unspoilt stretch of the Mediterranean coast of Spain. The landscape was dry, volcanic and rugged which contrasted beautifully with the aquamarine sea. We were high on the cliff edge and below us we could see a series of small coves, some with beaches, some rocky, but the most important thing was they were all almost entirely deserted. My wife, Emma, squealed with excitement and I squeezed her thigh.

We had left the kids with their grandparents and intended to spend the day snorkeling and being naked in a secluded cove. Spain has a very relaxed attitude to nudity, especially in the secluded beaches of this area, but we still felt more comfortable getting naked where there weren’t too many people about.

I parked the car and stepped out into the sweltering sunshine. The heat seemed to radiate off the rocky ground.

“I am soooo excited,” Emma said in her upper class British accent.

“Me too, I need to get into that water,” I replied.

“I need to get naked!” Emma said. She was such a little naturist, which suited me fine. I loved to watch her shapely body moving in the bright sunshine. I was less comfortable with my own nakedness, as soon as I got wet my cock seemed to almost disappear. I felt a little self-conscious, even in front of my wife of 15 years.

Emma never seemed to feel self-conscious. She is very open and confident, which is one of the things I love about her. I am a little more reserved… happier fixing a car than making small talk.

We decided on a cove that had no beach, just large rocks, because we thought it would attract fewer people and the snorkeling would be better. We struggled with the beer cooler and snorkeling gear around rocks and cliffs until we got to our chosen spot.

“This looks perfect,” Emma said, dropping our bag onto some flat rocks. Behind us was a sheer cliff, to each side you had to climb over rocks to get to where we were and in front lay the Mediterranean. A small rock reef formed a circle in front of us, with sharp rocks breaking the surface of the water. Within the circle the water was mirror-like…perfect for snorkeling.

“Want a beer?” I asked. Emma said yes as she pulled her sun dress over her shoulders. I watched as her body was revealed. She had golden Scandinavian-type skin but her tits and ass were creamy white. Her pussy hair was full, but trimmed. She was curvy and delicious. She took the beer and sat sipping, gazing at the water in front of us. I couldn’t resist a glance at her neat little pussy nestled between her golden thighs.

I walked over and kissed her, the kiss turned into a tonguing session and my cock started to harden.

“Hey, snorkeling first, fucking later,” she said, in a typically direct way. The prospect of fucking in the hot sunshine only made my cock harden more.

“Can you put some sun cream on my white bits,” she asked. She lay on her stomach and I squirted the now hot cream on her full buttocks. I rubbed it in using slow, sensuous, circles, occasionally ‘accidentally’ slipping a finger between her butt cheeks. She giggled.

“Turn over,” I said. I squirted more cream on each of her tits and around her pussy. I took my time rubbing the cream into her tits. Her nipples stood proud. She moaned gently. I then moved to the area around her pussy. I could not help but have a little stroke of her pink pussy lips. She slapped my hand away with a smile.

“Lets have a snorkel,” she said

“OK,” I replied, jumping up to get the kit out of the bag.

The water was delightful, warm and turquoise. For me there is something very sexy about a woman’s body underwater. The goosebumps and lack of gravity work wonders for me and I spent almost as much time watching her as I did the fish. Every know and then I would swim up to her and rub my hand over her ass or cup a slippery, sun-creamed breast. She responded by groping my cock and giggling through her snorkel, but then swam on.

After and hour or so in the water we pulled ourselves out and got a drink. We sat on the towel warming in the sun, talking excitedly about what we had seen. It was bliss. We were a couple of feet away from the crystal clear water and we had not a care in the world.

While we were talking we noticed a snorkeller coming towards us. All you could see was his snorkel and the top of his head. He was close, but Emma didn’t bother getting dressed as he was likely to snorkel past us.

Suddenly he stood up. We hadn’t realised the water he was in was so shallow. It was too late for Emma to get dressed, as our clothes were quite a way behind us. He was holding some kind of shellfish.

“I am sorry,” he said with a thick Spanish accent. He was walking out of the water towards us. “I found this. It is giant mussel and I am so excited I want to show somebody, it is a little rare.” he said, laying the large clam-like shellfish down in front of us. The shell tapered down to a point, which obviously anchored it in the sand. He was a nice looking guy, with a friendly face. He was so enthusiastic about the rare mussel that he seemed not to have noticed that Emma was naked.

“I will put back, it doesn’t harm to bring her up, but we have luck to see her:”

Emma stepped forward, interested, looking down at the mussel.

“Cool, I have never seen on of those,” she said. She made no effort to cover up.

“You want to come see?” he said. “Come, come,” he beckoned us into the water. We slipped on our masks and followed him. My wife was still naked.

We snorkelled behind him as he lead us back to the spot where he found the mussel. He dived down to push it back into the sand and pointed to another nearby. We all surfaced.

“You want to see cave?” he asked. Emma nodded before I had a chance to speak. I found it hard to believe that my wife was comfortable snorkeling around naked in front of a stranger. We followed him, swimming quite hard for 10 minutes or so around the inside of the rock reef. Finally we got to an opening in the rock with turquoise light behind it. We popped up, treading water in circle.

“You want go in?” He asked. We both nodded.

My heart raced a little swimming through the underwater opening, but inside the open-topped ‘cave’ was beautiful. The walls were covered with tomato-red anemones and fish darted all around us. It was small, so we were close together. I thought I noticed our friend looking at Emma naked form. Inexplicably I started to get hard. We came up together and all exclaimed at how beautiful it was. I touched Emma’s thigh under the water and she grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. I raised my eyebrows, questioning whether she was okay, she smiled and squeezed my hand again.

“Would you like to come and have a beer with us?” I asked. I should have been trying to get rid of this guy but here I was inviting him for a drink.

“Why not?” he responded and we went under to head back.

Emma swam through the gap first and he swam after her. My cock started to throb at the idea of him looking right up into her pussy and ass as she kicked her way out of the cave. I thought I saw him touching himself, but I couldn’t be sure. He followed Emma all the way back to the cove where our gear was. I could have got between them but the situation was turning me on I decided to go with it and enjoy my beautiful wife being on display.

Emma got out first and headed towards our bags to get a towel and her clothes. Our friend was taking his time getting out of the water so I followed her to talk.

“How do you feel?” I whispered .

“Naked!” She said, her eyes wide. She grabbed her dress.

“Don’t get dressed” I said. She looked at me quizzically. “I am enjoying you being naked in front of him,” I said.

“You are sick,” she said. She hesitated for a second, then she smiled a mischievous smile and dropped her dress onto the rocks.

“Sorry…I am Paco,” he extended his hand walking towards me.

“Jim” I said “and this is Emma,” Emma smiled and leant towards him, kissing each cheek in the Spanish way. I swallowed and fought my growing hard-on. My wife being so close to another man, naked, made my head swim. What the was wrong with me?

“Anyone for a beer?” I asked. They both accepted and we all sat on towels. Emma lent back on her arms, showing off her white tits. She had goose bumps and her nipples were hard. She seemed to be enjoying being an exhibitionist. We chatted about the snorkeling and made small talk. Paco was on holiday from Madrid. He and his wife were staying in a hotel nearby, she didn’t snorkel and was at the hotel looking after their young daughter. Judging by his muscular body he was a few years younger than us. He was a keen snorkeller and told us about the fish that we had seen. Emma looked fascinated and smiled and nodded a lot but didn’t say much. We drank a beer each…and then another. All the time Paco barely seemed to notice Emma’s nudity although he did put on some dark glasses he had in a water proof holder on his belt.

He was friendly, warm and funny. His English wasn’t perfect but we understood one another perfectly well and his accent added to his charm. Emma has always been a sucker for a continental accent.

He hopped up to sneak behind a rock to relieve himself.

“What the fuck are we doing,” Emma said, flushed.

“Just go with. I am enjoying myself, aren’t you?” I asked, getting harder by the minute and feeling a little faint

“Maybe a little,” she said. Her faced reddened.

“Do you want to take it further?” I asked. She was incredulous.

“What…you want me to fuck him?” she said, laughing nervously. My throat went dry.

“I think I do,” I finally managed to say.

“You’re a freak,” she said. She was going to continue but he came back and sat down. I knew she was excited. Although she was trying to hide it I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her nipples stood proud. She had always loved being the centre of attention.

Paco came back, smiled and sat down. Emma stood up and walked over to get something from our bag.

“You have beautiful wife,” Paco said watching her walk away.

“Thank you,” I said. My heart was pounding.

“You don’t mind she naked?” he asked.

“No…do you?” I responded.

“Of course no!” he said with a wide-eyed expression of surprise at the question. We looked at each other for a second and I think he understood the situation. I felt sick with a mixture of lust, jealousy and anticipation.

“What are you two talking about?” Emma said. We both turned to see her standing over us, naked, proud and gorgeous.

“How beautiful you are,” said Paco. “You make me, how you say…’caliente’,” he said. He looked embarrassed suddenly, as if he was unsure if he had overstepped the mark. He looked at me. I looked at Emma. This seemed to be the point of no return. My pulse raced and I felt dizzy. How would she react?

“You mean ‘horny’?” Emma said, tilting her head and smiling. She gently ran her fingers up her body, her nail brushing over her nipple.

“Madre mia,” Paco said. He looked at me with an expression of terror. I managed a smile.

Without another word Emma stepped towards him and ran her fingers through his thick, black hair. He looked up at her and put his hand on her thigh. Her naked pussy was inches from his face. He stood up, slowly, stupidly trying to hide his erection. They looked at each other for a moment and then they began to kiss.

Emma pulled him in closely and their kisses grew more urgent. I caught a glimpse of Emma’s tongue as it slid into his mouth. Her eyes were closed. His dark brown hands were on her white buttocks they began to grind gently against each other. She slipped her hands down his back and into his trunks and started to pull them down as she sank to her knees. She ran her tongue down his tanned chest and stomach as she went. She seemed oblivious to my presence, lost in lust.

His cock sprang free as his shorts came down and she immediately sucked it into her mouth. Her hands slid up the back of his legs and onto his ass. She pulled him into her mouth and started to suck hard. Slurping sounds escaped her mouth as she sucked on his thick, veiny cock. She opened her eyes and looked up at him but he was looking up at the sky with his mouth open. He began to gently thrust backwards and forwards. She moaned. He was fucking my wife’s soft mouth.

For a moment I thought she might suck him to completion, but she stopped sucking and lifted his cock with her hand. She started to lick his balls and then up his shaft, sucking and licking at the base, just as she knew I loved her to do. I noticed that her other hand was at her pussy rubbing with long, slow strokes. She looked across at me for the first time, her eyes focussing as though she was had just woken up. She stared directly into my eyes. I wanted to smile but I could only stare back. She looked down and saw how hard I was. Her eyes closed again and she started to wank him off slowly, still tonguing his balls. Her wedding ring glinted in the sunshine as her hand slid up and down his cock.

He looked like he was about to come when she suddenly stopped. She lay on her back and opened her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening He knelt and bent his head to her pussy. She watched him for a second and then her head slowly tilted back. She let out a moan and put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him hard against her, grinding her pussy into his face.

He moved up next to her face and they began to tongue each other like passionate young lovers. He then pushed her head down to his cock and she started to suck him again. He squeezed her breast and then slid his hand down her body to her pussy she opened her legs a little. He slipped his middle finger into her and rubbed her clit with the palm of his hand. She moaned and her legs fell fully open. She had submitted totally to him. His ring finger went into her easily. His fingers moved in and out of her as she sucked him for all she was worth. All I could hear was the wet sounds of her sucking and his fingering…nothing else in the world existed at that moment. The blood roared in my ears and I felt faint.

She suddenly sat up, pushed him to the ground by his shoulders and straddled him. She lent forward, arched her back and grabbed his cock behind her. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his cock. She guided him to her waiting pussy, rubbed the head against her lips for a second and then I witnessed his thick cock disappearing between the shell-pink lips of my wife’s pussy. She sank slowly down with a sigh.

She began to ride him. Slowly at first but then with greater intensity. He thrust upwards, their bodies made slapping sounds as they met, his balls hitting her asshole with each stroke. She lent forwards with her hands on either side of his head and her hair hung down around her face as he slammed up into her. She had stopped riding him now but her whole body jerked as she took his rythmic pounding. Her face was flushed and her eyes were closed. I knew she was close to coming. She let out a deep, rising moan and started to push down hard against him. They moved in unison up and down. She grabbed his hands and forced him to squeeze her tits hard.

“fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” she hissed through clenched teeth. He slammed into her again and again, faster and faster. She clenched her buttocks together and grabbed his hips and pulled him into her.

Like a pressure cooker blowing it’s lid she finally came. She threw her head back and clawed at his chest . Her back arched and they were both still and silent for a few seconds and then she slumped forward onto him. They lay panting, her still on top of him and him still inside her. A trickle of come slid down his balls and dripped onto the towel. Finally he softened and slid out of her, followed by more come. Her pussy was glazed with their juices.

She stood up and walked over to me. Her face was flushed and she had red hand marks on her tits, there was shining streak of come running down her thigh. She looked worried and guilty, but satisfied at the same time. I smiled at her and we grabbed each other in a tight embrace. Her pussy felt hot and sticky against my leg.

“I go,” Paco said in a quiet voice behind her. She turned her head and kissed him deeply without letting me go. He got his gear on and lowered himself into the water. We were still locked in an embrace. I loved her more at that moment then I have ever loved anyone.

My Wife Is a Dirty Girl

After my in-laws arrived for a night of baby-sitting, I climbed the stairs to the second floor. My wife, Helena, was standing nude in the bathroom while blow drying her hair. She had just gotten out of the shower and left the door wide open. Fog clouded the mirror as I took in her flawless form. Two child births hadn’t done her body any wrong. Her ass was still firm, and her tits larger than when we first met. She smiled at me as I entered the bathroom.

“I see you left the door wide open for me.”

“In more ways than one,” she replied. I put my arms around her and kissed her on the back of the neck, the blow dryer whipped her blond locks into my face like strings of spaghetti. She turned off the blow dryer as my cock grew hard in my jeans. She spun around and we found each other’s tongues. “That’s nice,” she commented.

We continued kissing as I pressed my body against her nude form. I reached down and cupped her cheeks in my hands and separated them a bit so one of my middle fingers could tease her anus. “Whatta you doing?”

“Hopefully making you wet.”

“You’re succeeding.”

“Remember how we used to fuck in your parent’s house down in the basement? They’d be sound asleep upstairs while I’d twisted you more ways than a treacherous highway.”

“Yes, those were hot days.”

“I think it used to turn you on; getting laid while your parents were in the house.”

“Hmmm, you know me too well.”

“Yep, their good little girl getting fucked, sucking cock, and just a few feet away.”

“Stop. You know I’m a good girl.”

“No you’re not. You’re a naughty girl. A dirty girl. In fact, you’re gonna get down on your knees and suck your husband’s cock right now.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t, my parents are down stairs.”

“C’mon dirty girl, suck my cock.” Helena playfully smiled. This was turning her on big time. This was our little game. She was the second of three children and definitely her parent’s favorite. She always brought home good grades and never stayed out late. She was a virgin when I met here, and my hammer is the only tool that’s entered her lovely tool box. But deep down, she’s always wanted to be a bad girl, the naughty daughter, sucking cock and getting fucked, especially while her parents are in the house.

Helena dropped to her knees and pulled my boner out of my pants. She licked playfully at the pink tip as she looked up at me. “Even though I’m doing this, I’m a good girl, right? she said.

“No, no you’re not, you’re a bad girl and you know it. Suck that cock you little slut,” I instructed.

“Not so loud, my parents will hear you,” she said in between gulps of my wood. “What would they think?”

“Their sweet, innocent Helena is just a slut who loves cock. C’mon dirty girl, suck that dick. That’s it, all the way down. You’re such a good cock sucker. All the way down, slut. Mmm, that’s nice.”

Helena was working her dripping hole as her head moved back and forth on my helmet headed soldier. She was jerking it off into her mouth as her hand worked the welcoming confines of the pink palace between her legs.

Suddenly her father called up from the bottom of the stairs. He wanted to know my beeper number in case they needed to reach us in an emergency. I told it to him with my cock in his daughter’s mouth. Helena was moaning loudly. It was a major turn-on.

I reached down and removed my cock from between her lips. I started pumping my dick in her face as my wife knelt before me frigging her snatch. I slapped my seven inch rod all over her lips and cheeks as she masturbated in front of me. “Hurry up and come you little slut so I can fuck you. Your parents have such a slutty daughter. I’m gonna bang you right on top of the sink. Moan for me dirty girl,” I instructed, and soon Helena was gushing girlie jiz all over her tired hand. She quickly jumped up and took a seat on the vanity.

“You’re gonna fuck your dirty girl?”

“Of course, that’s what you want; to get fucked while your parents are down stairs. Too bad they don’t know what a whore their daughter is.”

“No, I’m good,” Helena protested, but willingly spread her legs to her neatly trimmed, blond cunt.

“No you’re not. You’re a dirty girl. You just love cock and wanna get fucked, right?”

“No, I’m good, but I do wanna get fucked.”

“No, you’re bad, you’re a dirty girl,” I told her as I slipped my pole inside her. She yelped and lifted her ass off the vanity while wrapping her arms around my neck, meeting each thrust of my growing cock with a slap of her thighs against mine.

“Am I a dirty girl?”

“Of course you are. You’re getting fucked while your parents are down stairs.”

“Ohh,” she sighed heavenly. Her pussy was slick and moist; her excitement sweeping her away to places where she only dreamed of these decadent desires.

“C’mon dirty girl, fuck this cock. You’re such a bad, bad, girl.”

“No, I’m good, I’m a good girl.”

“No way, Helena, you’re a little slut, and you know it.” There was silence. “Aren’t you?” I repeated.

“Yes,” I’m a dirty girl. She said as we both watched my cock disappear into her eager slit. “You know how bad you are?”

“How bad am I?”

“When I come, you’re gonna drop to your knees and take my load in your mouth and swallow it down like a dirty girl would. Your parents may think you’re a good girl, but I know you’re a cunt.”

“I’m a cunt. A big cunt.”

“Yes you are. Get ready for my load you dirty girl.” I pulled my cock from Helena’s sopping pussy as she jumped from atop the sink. I pushed her down on her knees while jerking my tool off in her pretty face, her mouth wide open like a hungry whore in a porno movie, eager for me to fill it with ropes of my sex syrup. “Ready you little cunt?”

“Yes, please come in my mouth. Come in your whore’s mouth.”

“I’m gonna come in your mouth while your parents are down stairs. They don’t know their daughter is such a slut, do they?”

“No.”

“But you are.”

“I am.”

“You’re what? Say it.”

“I’m a whore.”

“You’re a dirty girl,” I pressed.

“Yes, I’m a dirty girl.”

“You’re a cunt.”

“I’m a cunt,” she repeated as I blew my love lava in her mouth. She held her tongue out and I shot lines that found the back of her throat and bounced off her uvula. Sweat was glistening off her tits as I continued to spray semen all over her pretty features, leaving her face covered in a layer of my man milk. She looked up at me and smiled while licking the cream from the corners of her mouth.

“You’re such a good whore,” I commented and she smiled broadly.

After School Help

Finally, the bell rang. Class was over. Seth sighed a heavy sigh of relief.

“Alright, guys, remember! The test on Chapter 4 is when?”

The class sighed, grumbled and in a collectively defeated unison, replied, “Tomorrow.”

“Right. Also, remember, if you do better on this test than the previous one, I will drop your first test grade and count this one twice.” A little incentive and hopefully, the class would appreciate his teaching a little more. No excited responses. The life of a teacher, he thought. You give them a treat and they still think you’re a fucking prick. He moved to his desk, settling in for his afternoon break. One class period off, one more after that and the day was done. He glanced up, watching his students file out, picking out some of their conversations and smiled to himself. I remember when I was in your shoes, guys. It’s not as bad as you think, you’ll see.

He became so engrossed with his grade book, that he didn’t see her quietly approach the desk.

“Mr. Allen?”

When she spoke his name in her husky voice, he jumped, startled right out of his train of thought. “Ah, yes, Ms. Wolfe? How can I help you?”

Jadyn Wolfe was a knockout for her 18 years of age. Her silky blue-black hair framed her delicate face, and those sapphire blue eyes were enough to pierce your heart. Her blue blouse and short skirt, perhaps a little too tight, hugged her perfect curves in all the right places and when she walked with those long slender legs, she seemed to glide untouchably through a crowd. Jadyn gave off a seductive aroma of mystery; all the men wanted her, all the girls hated her. She paid them all no mind, and mainly kept to herself. She seemed unbreakable, and even sexier, untouchable.

She brushed her long hair over her shoulder and tilted her head to the side. “Um, I was wondering if you had any time later on today, after school, if you could help explain some concepts from the chapter to me. I didn’t do so hot on the first test and I’m really worried about tomorrow’s.”

Seth pressed his fingertips together, trying not to look into her piercing eyes for too long. He freely admitted to himself the first time he saw her that she was sexy, but all teachers know it’s suicide to have an affair with a student. The thought had crossed his mind before, her naked body engulfing his member as he pumped into her, their sweaty bodies making sweet music together on his desk…

He shook his head, erasing the image out of his head. Jadyn narrowed her eyes slightly, smirking slightly as if she had telepathically read his desires. “Well, Ms. Wolfe, I normally don’t tutor students. I encourage you to study with others from the class so you can all benefit the same and perhaps help each other learn something new. I don’t want it to seem like I’m playing favorites….” his voice trailed off.

She nodded. “I understand. Um, thanks anyways.” She turned to leave.

“But,” he continued. What are you doing? “I suppose I could help you a bit later. I have some time around say, 2:45. Is that okay for you?” No playing favorites, Seth!

Jadyn smiled that sexy smile of hers. “That’s perfect. Thanks so much, Mr. Allen. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, Jadyn. See you then.” She smiled again, and strolled out of the room, that sexy body teasing him all the way out.

His smile quickly turned to confusion. Control yourself, Seth, he thought. She’s a student. She probably just wants help for the test. No big deal. “Yeah,” he said aloud. “No big deal.”

The rest of the day flew by. As 2:45 rolled around, Seth was engulfed in correcting the homework assignment handed in by his 8th period class. C’mon, this is not brain surgery. You need to study a little more. His red pen scribbled comments and he added it to the already critiqued work. He sighed. He loved teaching, but it always pissed him off when students did poorly. He glanced out the window, watching the rain pattering against the windows. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t even realize it had begun to rain. Hopefully, it would taper off after he and Jadyn were through. Jadyn. Even the sound of her name in his mind turned him on. He let his mind wander to fantasy as the bulge in his pants grew, imagining Jadyn in the showers after gym class. The hot steamy water running down her skin, her body gliding soap to clean off the dirt from the day. Her mouth parts, and she sighs as she discreetly slides her hand down toward her sex. With her fingers, she strokes herself up and down along her lips. Moaning, she dares further to slide her fingers into her pussy, letting her juices guide her fingers towards an amazing release. Harder and faster she thrusts, moaning louder and louder until she climaxes and collapses to her knees, sighing out “Seth…” as she comes down from heaven…

A soft knock on the door startled him back to reality. Seth cleared his throat and pushed himself closer to the desk to disguise his bulge. “Come in!” he called out.

Jadyn walked in with her bag over her shoulder. She quietly shut the door, silently locking it when he looked down. “Thanks again, Mr. Allen. I hope this helps me get my grades up,” she said as she sat in the seat next to his desk. Seth flashed her a quick smile, as he picked up the piles of papers and put them in his briefcase. “No problem, Ms. Wolfe. Now, what questions do you have for me?”

She inched the chair closer to him; her blouse was unbuttoned slightly, giving him a nice view of her perfect breasts. He glanced down quickly, a small wave of passion running down to his already solid member. He looked back up to find her blue eyes piercing him. Shit. Caught.

“I was wondering if you could explain to me the difference between Britain’s Parliament versus our form of government. I can’t seem to understand it,” her husky voice milking the words out, almost as if she was teasing him. Her eyes studied him closely as he fumbled for words to speak. Relax, Seth. She’s just a student. Somehow that didn’t seem to have an effect anymore. “Sure” was all he could manage to sputter out.

The lesson continued, and as he tried to stay focused, he couldn’t help get the thought of pleasuring Jadyn out of his head. Running his tongue everywhere on her skin, exploring her body with his strong hands…it was all too tempting. He sighed heavily when she finally nodded her head, smiled and said, “Ok, I think I got it. Thanks for your help, Mr. Allen.”

“You’re welcome Jadyn. I hope I’ve been at least slightly helpful.” Seth reclined back in his chair as she got up to pack her bag. You’ve survived Seth, good job. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

Jadyn cleared her throat and brushed her hair behind her ear. “You know, I really appreciate this.” She turned around to face him. “I owe you a favor.”

She silently slinked in between Seth and his desk and sat down on the edge. Seth opened his eyes to find her sitting in front of him, her hands gripping the edge of his desk, her eyes rested on his. “No, no, Ms. Wolfe.” He stammered. “I’m your teacher. I get paid to teach you. You don’t have to do anything for me.”

“What if I want to?” She kept her eyes on his, her gaze not shifting. Seth swallowed. “Jadyn, I, uh…I…can’t accept any, um, favors…”

He watched her hand move up to her blouse and one by one, she unbuttoned it, exposing her black lace bra. “This isn’t a favor, Mr. Allen. This is called lust. I saw you staring at my breasts earlier, and I’ve seen the way you look at me during class. I know you want me, I can see it in your eyes.” She slid her blouse off her shoulders and tossed it aside. “I’m ready and willing, Seth. I’m yours for the taking.”

When she said his name, his desire consumed him. He stood up and put his hands on her shoulders. “I can’t Jadyn. You know how much trouble…”

She interrupted him by passionately kissing him. Her tongue probed his as her fingers ran through his hair. He lost control and kissed her back, running his hands down her back onto her ass, giving it a tight squeeze. He pushed her back on the desk, breaking their kiss. “God, I want you,” he growled in a low voice as he attacked her neck with his mouth. Jadyn sighed as she tilted her head back. “I know,” she whispered into his ear.

Seth ran his hands up to her breasts. Fondling them through the lace material, he heard Jadyn moan softly. He moved his mouth back up to hers, letting all the desire that built up for the past month and a half flow out. Jadyn grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, revealing his chiseled chest. She ran her fingernails down his abdomen, causing Seth to growl as his tongue ran across her lips. He grabbed the zipper of her skirt, until Jadyn stepped back and shimmied out of it. She turned around and bent over, showing off her matching lace thong as she stepped out of her skirt. Seth ran his hands over her ass cheeks and sighed. She grabbed the desk as he laid over her, kissing her back as he undid the clasp to her bra. Her breasts fell out as he threw her bra to the floor; he cupped her naked breasts and grinded his stiff member into her backside. She seductively laughed and turned around. His mouth trailed down her collarbone and onto her nipple, licking and sucking it as he cupped her other breast. Jadyn moaned as he nibbled her nipple softly and grabbed his hair again. “God, Seth, that feels so good,” she panted. He continued to suck on her nipple as she felt down to his belt, undoing it and pulling his pants and boxers off. She ran her finger along his erect member, causing Seth to tilt his head back in pleasure. She stood up and stared into his lust filled eyes. “Sit down,” she commanded, her sapphire eyes weakening his knees.

She dropped to her knees and spread his legs. As she ran her nails on the inside of his thighs, Seth moaned, anticipating her mouth on his cock. Her tongue ran slowly up his thigh, and down the other, just missing his sensitive spot. “Please…” he whispered.

Jadyn smiled at him and wrapped her mouth around the head, gripping the base of his penis. “Like that?” she teased. “Yes…” Seth begged. She stroked his penis as she took him all in. He rolled his eyes back into his head, amazed at her talents. She began to bob up and down slowly, sensually licking his member like an ice cream cone to slow his climax. He ran his fingers into her hair and guided her head on his cock. She twisted her grip in the opposite directions as she twisted her mouth. Seth glanced down to look at her sucking him off. The voyeurism was too much for him to handle. He felt his balls begin to tighten, and anticipated an amazing orgasm. “Oh fuck, Jadyn. I’m gonna come soon…” he said in a hoarse whisper. She tightened her grip on his cock and began to suck harder and faster. The combination of the wetness of her mouth and the grip of her hand was too much for him. He moaned as he unleashed spurt after spurt of semen into her mouth, gasping for air after every cry. He watched as she swallowed it all, not spilling a drop of come out of her mouth. After what seemed an eternity of pleasure, he came down from his high as he member softened. He sighed as she stood up, “That was incredible. But now it’s my turn.” Jadyn flashed him her wicked smile. “So take me.”

Seth pushed her back on the desk and pulled off her thong. He laid her down as his tongue trailed down her midsection, towards her navel. He teased her a bit by running the tip of his tongue around it, and slowly moved it down to her thighs. He spread her legs apart, inhaling the addictive aroma of her womanhood, moist and wet from all their foreplay. He rubbed her breasts and he slowly inched his tongue towards her slit. As Jadyn moaned, he whispered, “Not yet” and sank his fingers into her wet pussy. He pumped them up and down as she moved her hips in synchronous motion to his fingers. He leaned down again and found her clitoris, which he flicked with the tip of his tongue. Jadyn yelped and pulled his head towards her pussy. “Lick me,” she commanded, which he happily obliged.

As he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside her, Seth licked her pussy lips in figure eights, moistening every inch of her sex with his tongue. Jadyn bucked her hips against his face, engulfing every lick, suck, kiss and nibble he offered into her pussy. He finger fucked her harder and licked her faster, stopping only to ask her, “You want more?” Jadyn felt her orgasm approaching. “Oh my god Seth, lick me. I’m gonna come!” Her breathing became heavy as the sweat appeared on her breasts. As her orgasm engulfed her, she cried out. Her orgasm was so sexy; his member stiffened at the sight of her flushed face and she sighed as Seth drank up her juices.

“Oh my god,” she sighed as she sat up. “That was amazing.” She opened her eyes and glanced at his stiff cock. She kissed him as she commanded to him. “Fuck me, Seth,” she moaned. “I need to feel you inside me.”

That’s all he needed to here. His wildest fantasy was about to come true.

Seth guided his cock to her opening. There, he teased her by slowly rubbing the head up and down her slit. She sighed and pierced him with her eyes. “Tease,” she moaned.

“You’re one to talk.” Seth growled as he plunged his cock all the way inside her. Once he was all the way inside, he stopped to look at Jadyn recover from taking him all in. Her mouth hanging open, a sigh resting on her tongue, she slowly began to rock her hips into Seth’s. He grabbed her hips and began to grind her back. She opened her eyes and kissed him. “Fuck me harder,” she whispered her command. Seth slowly began to buck harder; her wet pussy swallowed his throbbing cock entirely with each thrust. This is what you’ve been waiting for, Seth. Make the most of it. Sweat began to pour fro their bodies as they slapped their hips together on the desk. “Faster. Harder. Oh god, Seth, fuck me!” Jadyn groaned. Their bodies began to grind faster and Seth could feel his balls tightening again. Jadyn wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. Together, they moaned and released their orgasm, and Seth pumped her full of his cum. Jadyn sighed as she collapsed into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. Once she came down from coming, she turned to face Seth and tenderly kissed him in between her gasping breaths. “Thank for all your help,” she whispered as she bit his lower lip. Seth smiled. “My pleasure. Let me know if you need any more after school help.”

Jadyn grinned. “Well, I do need help with the essay you assigned for next week. Is tomorrow ok?”

“Definitely.” Seth replied, a wicked glint flashing in his eye. I guess not all the students think I’m a fucking prick when I give them a treat.

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Julia Sends a Text Message

Hi there. My name is Raymond Ryan and we haven’t met before. I am male, white Caucasian, of average height and build, and thirty-seven years old. I am a college lecturer, specialising in mathematics and science. I teach pupils of all abilities from the age of eighteen upwards. I enjoy my work immensely and believe that I am pretty good at what I do. I have a very healthy and active sex life with my thirty-five year old partner Julie, who has been living with me for three years in my apartment in Kingston, near London, England. Julie and I have played out many wonderful sexual fantasies in the last few years. Among other things, one of our teases is to send each other rude or suggestive text messages from our mobile phones.

When I gave my mobile phone number to my class of twelve A-level mathematics students, my motivation was purely to be there and available to them should they need any help with their course. I hold an after college study class and occasionally two or three of the more enthusiastic students will attend a study group at my apartment on a Saturday morning. Three of the class, in particular, Julia, Emma and Darren, regularly attend on Saturday mornings. All three are capable students and Julie and I both enjoy their company when they visit our home. As a result, I have their mobile phone numbers stored in my phone.

My life changed when I sent this message; “I can’t wait to get into your knickers,” to the student of mine called Julia, instead of to my partner Julie. It was not until I received a reply that I realised that I had made a stupid mistake, but the message I got back made me catch my breath and it changed my life, forever.

Julia texted back “mmm yes my pussy is wet for your touch.”

I could not help but imagine Julia in my mind, with her skirt around her narrow waist, phone in one hand, other hand in her knickers, with a finger in her pussy rubbing her clitoris. I know Julia quite well having taught her for nearly a year now. Most people would describe her as very attractive. She’s a bright girl of nineteen, and originally from Mozambique in Africa. I realised, immediately, that I had made a gross error that could seriously threaten my job. Straight away I started to compose a reply to her text, full of apologies, explaining that the text message I had sent her, had been meant for Julie instead.

As I was doing this, I heard the sound of keys in the front door, which opened and Julie entered our apartment. Out of a sense of fear that Julie would suspect me of intentionally seducing a student of mine, I hastily put my phone down on the table, with the reply half written, and went to welcome her at the door. The kiss I gave her in greeting was passionate, maybe more so than she was expecting. She responded in kind and, very soon, we were kissing so hard that my tongue must have been half way down her throat. She tasted good; in fact, she always tastes good. I held her in a tight embrace, winding the fingers of my left hand into her soft dark hair, my right hand caressing the small of her back through the material of her suit. However, I was still struggling to free my mind from the earlier mental image of Julia masturbating. I fleetingly imagined that I was trading tongues with my student instead of my partner. Everything considered, I found myself becoming aroused and Julie noticed this too.

We were disturbed when my phone made that bleeping sound that informs you that a message has been received. Before I could react, Julie reached over to the table and picked up my phone to hand it to me. Like in a sit-com series, she did one of those classic double take things with her head and eyes as she glanced at the text still displayed on my screen. The one I had been in the process of writing before she came home.

She handed my phone to me and said, rather more deliberately than is usually necessary, “Ray. Is there anything you feel you should share with me?” She raised an eyebrow, fixing me with a questioning stare from piercing green eyes.

Believing that when in a sticky situation telling the truth is the best policy, I confessed to her that I had sent a text meant for her, to Julia instead. She laughed thinking that it was amusing.

I cautioned her, saying, “It’s not funny, I could loose my job because of this. Plus, there’s a further complication. I got a reply from Julia which might cause even further embarrassment.”

“What sort of reply, what did she send?” Asked Julie, with mirth and mischief in her eyes.

Pulling a slightly pained face I informed Julie of the message that Julia had sent, “Mmm yes my pussy is wet for your touch.”

Julie howled with laughter. Composing herself she said, “I think you have a student with a crush on you, rampant hormones and a filthy mind. What a minx.”

“What a problem.” I said, “I need to sort this out now. I’ll text her, to put her right, straight away.” I returned to the unfinished message that I had been writing, when Julie reminded me that I had received another text a moment ago and that I hadn’t read it yet. Somewhat apprehensively, I went to the inbox menu on my phone and was disturbed to see that it was another message from Julia. “It’s from Julia,” I told Julie.

“Oh, what’s it say?” She asked enthusiastically.

I opened up the message and angled the phone so that we could both see it. “I have wanted you for a year, so excited that you want me too,” it read.

“Shit!” I said, “This must be stopped,” I added, shaking my head despairingly. I was already imagining the embarrassment this could cause me at college if Julia spoke about it to anyone.

“She’s really taken with you,” said Julie, and then continued, “It would be such a shame to disappoint her, don’t you think?”

I stared at her in disbelief, expecting her to be joking, but surprisingly she seemed serious. “What? No. Not at all.” I retorted.

“Well, it’s not illegal. She’s over eighteen. Let’s see what happens.”

“What do you mean by let’s see what happens?” I asked. My loins stirred again, as involuntarily, my imagination picked this moment to generate another image of Julia. This time, her black pussy was riding happily on my hard cock. I shook my head to clear my mind. Julie was speaking again.

“Send this reply,” Julie said, as she moved behind me and reached around to stroke my chest through my shirt with her right hand. Her left hand moved down across the front of my trousers where my arousal was becoming evident to her fingers. Bizarre as the situation was, I was definitely turned on by the naughtiness of it. Surely, though, it was just a fantasy, a momentary laps brought about by a long day at college, the same long day which had caused me to confuse the two similar names in my phone only a short time ago. In my minds eye Julias’ lithe body lay under my own, face down, as I screwed her arse. “Ah!” I exclaimed, again shaking my head from side to side to clear out the vivid images.

Julie, having thought for a moment suggested, “I’m hard for your young pussy and the taste of your nipples.”

“I can’t send that.” I replied.

Our discussion was cut short as the front door bell rang. I replaced my phone on the table and went to answer the door. It was a neighbour; he needed some advice about a petition he was trying to put together. I invited him in and we sat in the sitting room to discuss the issue. As we talked, from another room, I was occasionally aware that someone was texting my phone, sending me messages. After about twenty minutes, Julie entered the sitting room and the three of us made small talk until our neighbour left after almost an hour.

“What were all those messages on my phone?” I asked Julie, as I was shutting the front door.

“From Julia. Don’t worry, it’s all sorted out now, you shouldn’t have any problems,” she replied, whilst handing my phone back to me. “I deleted all the messages off, so no one can find them on there, if they should search.”

Offering no further explanation, she wondered off into the kitchen to fix some food. Finding nothing on the television worth watching, I made my way to the bathroom for a shower and shave.

Half an hour later, as I was coming out of the bathroom, Julie called from the kitchen, “dinners ready.”

I threw on some tracksuit bottoms and a sweatshirt and went into the dinning room. Julie sat at the table with a large grin on her face. Next to her was Julia. I stopped dead in my tracks and did a double take of my own.

Before I could form any words, Julie said, “Sit down and enjoy your dinner, everything’s fine.”

In a trance, but with my heart racing, I took my place at the table and looked across to Julie. She returned my questioning gaze with a smile and a quick wink then nodded her head towards Julia. Julia was obviously feeling a bit awkward and not making eye contact with me. She reached to the centre of the table for a roll of bread. I noticed how slender and delicate her hands, and fingers were. I looked across at her and for the first time took in her astonishing beauty. Her skin was dark and smooth, like rich chocolate, her features pretty, lips full and soft, eyes dark and deep enough to dive into, like bottomless pools. She wore her long black hair braided and pulled back into a ponytail, which reached, to the middle of her back. In a daze and in silence, I ate my meal; feeling excited and scared both at the same time. Occasionally, Julia would look up from her plate towards me, but now it was I who was avoiding eye contact, as I tried to resist the lecherous thoughts I was having over this teenage student of mine.

When we had all finished eating, Julie got up to clear the table, but before she collected any dishes, she moved to stand behind Julia and reached around to her front, to the buttons on her cream coloured shirt. With her fingertips, she undid the two top buttons on the teenager’s blouse, all the time looking directly at me and smiling coyly. Then, she collected up some dirty plates and left the room.

I sat totally still, like a rabbit caught in some headlights, not daring to move. My reservations about indulging in any relationship with a student were fast being pushed aside by my lust for this most exquisite creature now sat across the table from me. Still trance like, I watched as she got up from the table and moved around to the side so that I could see her clearly. It was as if she was displaying herself to me. She stood, feet spaced shoulder width apart, hands down by her sides. Now I could take in the full loveliness of her teenage body. She is slightly taller than average for a nineteen year old girl, slim, with athletic grace gained from playing netball in the college team. She wore a cream coloured shirt that contrasted so wonderfully with her dark unblemished skin. It now had three buttons undone so that the fabric of a white bra was just visible where the shirt was open. Her breasts are medium sized and suit her frame perfectly; they rose and fell with her breathing drawing my gaze to her young cleavage. Her shirt hung loosely outside a pair of navy blue jeans that hugged her athletic legs, fairly narrow hips, and as she slowly turned around in front of me, a heart shaped, firm bottom. On her feet was a pair of white running shoes. She looked so good that it would have been impossible for me, or anyone, to resist her. I was acutely conscious of my hardening cock, making an obscene tent in my loose fitting tracksuit trousers.

Julie re-entered the room and I caught my breath seeing her in just her underwear. She must have taken off some clothes in the kitchen. She wore a matching dark red bra and panty set with white hold-up stockings. Julie is tall and slim with a 34b-24-34 figure. Her dark hair she wares shoulder length, her skin is soft and lightly tanned. She has a perfect waist, flat stomach and long slender legs. Moving past me, she held out a hand to Julia who clasped it in her own. Then, hand in hand, she led the teenager out of the dinning room and into the sitting room. I followed, unable to do otherwise.

Julie and Julia sat next to each other on the sofa and I made my way to an armchair opposite them. I remembered that Julie had a history of lesbian lovers from her university days, but to my knowledge, she had been heterosexual for the past twelve years or so. It now appeared that things, in that regard, were about to change. Julie reached over to Julia and lightly stroked the girl on her cheek before placing her hand on the back of Julias’ head, drawing her towards her. Their lips touched delicately. I watched them intensely, my cock twitching in my trousers. Julie lightly caressed the outside of Julias’ dark lips with her tongue before my student parted them and allowed my partners tongue to push inside. Julie now held Julias’ face in both her hands and mashed her lips into the teenagers. As they kissed, I could see their tongues fencing with each other. I was spellbound, absolutely certain that I was watching one of the sexiest scenes ever. It was obvious that Julia was no stranger to kissing, the beautiful contrast between Julie, pale and thirty-five, and Julia, dark and nineteen was becoming a major turn on for me.

Finally, the two of them drew apart, both breathing heavily and clearly very aroused.

“You really sure that you want to do this, Julia?” Julie asked the teenager.

“Yes.” Julia replied without hesitation. “Yes, Mrs Ryan, everything we discussed by text. I want to do it all.”

Julie turned to look at me. “Julia has some very dirty and dark fantasies which the two of us discussed by text message earlier. She is the perfect, total slut, and we will enjoy her enormously.”

I sat there speechless as she continued, “Julias’ fantasies revolve around complete submission and total humiliation. She wants to be degraded, used and abused, to suit our pleasure. The nastier and the dirtier the degradation, the more of a slut and slave to us she wants to be.”

As I tried to form some response of my own, Julia spoke. “Yes, Mr Ryan, everything Mrs Ryan says is true. I’m not a virgin; In fact, I have been having sex since I was eighteen. I’m constantly horny, all the time. I no longer get satisfaction from regular, normal sex. I want you to take me to the extremes of humiliation, how ever nasty or debasing. I want to be made to do it, and to do it for the two of you.”

They could both see that I was somewhat surprised about Julias’ revelations. Julie winked at me and then turned back to Julia. She reached over to cradle Julia’s innocent looking young face again in her hands, drawing her towards her as if to kiss her again. Just before their lips joined, Julie drew away and spat full force into the teenagers face. Julia stopped moving in shock for a moment before bringing her lips forcefully onto Julies. A guttural moan of pleasure passed from her throat as she and Julie snogged again. A large globule of Julies’ spittle had landed on her pristine ebony cheek and it slowly ran down the side of her face. Pulling away from the kiss, she brought a finger to her cheek and wiped the spit into the corner of her pretty mouth. She rolled it once around her mouth with her tongue and swallowed, and then her pink tongue licked her lips to catch any that remained.

“Oh yes.” she breathed before sinking back into the cushions of the sofa.

“See,” said Julie, “she loves it dirty.”

There was nothing I could add to that.

Are You Ready For Some Football?

It was really all about showing off my new flat screen TV. The plan was to have some of my best friends over for a Monday night football game. I’d had them over before. In fact, we often watched games at each other’s homes. 

I’m not that big a fan of football, these things are really social events for me – a chance to bond with my friends. My wife suggested that’s why I bought the TV in the first place, to encourage my friends to come over.

Not that it was an issue with her, as Nancy liked my friends. They were a harmless group of seven guys. Lead among them was Tom, my best friend since high school, and Gene, an older coworker for whom I have a great deal of respect.

Our guests began arriving around 7:30 for the big Raiders vs. Broncos game. When he showed up, Tom asked me if it was OK that he invited a guy who works with him. The guy, Rocky, is looking into buying a flat screen. Sure, no problem, I said.

About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang and Nancy answered it. 

“Holy shit,” someone bellowed from the foyer.

“That’s Rocky,” Tom announced. “I guess he’s met Nancy.” Tom ran to meet him and then led him into the living room. Nancy followed them and I could see she was not happy.

The guy was a big Italian dude, at least 6’5″. He looked like he could have been playing in the game instead of watching it. Tom made the introductions and ended with me and then Nancy.

“Yeah, we met. I’m sorry baby, but I just don’t meet chicks built like you every day,” he said looking directly at her breasts. Nancy was standing there giving him a hateful stare while trying her best to downplay her body.

I’ll admit that’s not an easy task. As you probably guessed, my gorgeous 26-year-old wife has an impressive set of breasts. A description of her body always begins with her 42-inch chest. From there, he body narrows to a 23-inch waist, and then slopes out again to 36 inches. She has shoulder-length light brown hair and an angelic face. Not to be forgotten are her world-class legs; at 5’10” she’s as tall as I am.

On this evening, Nancy was dressed in a snug pair of jeans and a tight sleeveless shirt. I was always noticing the guys sneaking peeks at her body. They just weren’t as up front about it as this Rocky guy was acting. 

Nancy is an educated businesswoman with a master’s degree, who generally tries to downplay her physical assets. She’s used to men noticing her. They try to hit on her all the time, but she always cuts them down or brushes them away. 

Rocky’s attentions were obviously annoying her, so she spun on her heels and headed for the kitchen. Rocky didn’t take his eyes off her sexy ass until she was out of sight.

“Good damn. That is one hot piece of ass.”

“Hey man. That’s Dan’s wife,” Tom said, coming to our rescue. “Show a little respect to our guests.”

Trying to break the tension just a bit, Gene said it was clear that I had married way over my head, which brought a laugh from everybody.

“I’m sorry man,” the giant said to me. “But I think it is a sign of respect. You got yourself one fine lady buddy. Good work.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Let’s all sit down and watch the game.” 

The game started and the flat screen looked great. With the new speakers I bought it was the next best thing to being at the game. 

I looked over at our new guest. He was one big mass of muscle. Even his head looked muscular; it was square, like the cartoon version of Superman. 

I asked him if he ever played football. He said he had a college football scholarship, but failed out in his junior year. However, he parlayed his college notoriety into a job in sales for Tom’s company and was now doing quite well.

He was getting excited about the game as the Raiders took the lead early in the first quarter on a field goal. He said he became a Raiders fan after they had once given him a tryout. 

Nancy came back into the room about half way through the first quarter and sat down next to me. She tried to watch the game, but I could see the Rocky’s loud enthusiasm for the Raiders was just pissing her off.

“I don’t like the Raiders,” she said. “They always cheat.”

“That’s what’s so great about them,” he replied smiling at her. “I think guys should always play nasty. It’s a real man’s football team. The Broncos are so corporate; they should be wearing suits and ties out there.”

“Well the Broncos always beat the Raiders, so maybe cheating doesn’t always pay off.”

“Want to make a little wager?” It was not unusual for us to make little bets during games. In fact, Rocky had caught on to our habit of making bets from quarter to quarter.

“Are you sure you want to bet? The Raiders have lost four straight games,” I said. “I don’t care. It’s Monday night and they’re playing the Broncos. They can’t lose. Well Nancy, how about it? Let’s say a $1,000 that the Raiders win the first quarter.”

“Whoa, our limit is usually only $100,” Tom said.

“Come on. You’re not afraid are you?”

“No. I’ll take the bet,” Nancy said. Wow, I thought, she never bets, and now she’s ready to bet a grand. But I wasn’t going to say a word. She doesn’t like it when I second-guess her in front of other. She’s got money; she can handle it, I said to myself.

Unfortunately, the Raiders scored on a 98-yard interception return near the end of the quarter. Rocky was now up $1,000 and Nancy was not happy about it.

“How about I let you get even?” he asked. “Let’s say we double it over the halftime lead.”

“OK.”

“Honey, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” I said. She got up and followed me.

“What are you doing? The Raiders are already up 10 points.”

“Don’t worry. The Broncos can go ahead with just two touchdowns.”

There was a silence between us for a few moments. 

“I’m not going to let that asshole win, Dan,” Nancy said.

“He’s not winning; the Raiders are, and you’re just throwing money away.”

“Stop worrying. It’s only the first quarter, and the Broncos will come back.”

I didn’t push it. Again, she had the money to waste if she wanted to. The Raiders continued to add to their score with another field goal. But then things started to pick up as the Broncos scored on a long 13-play drive.

Nancy was really excited and jumped up and down when the Bronco running back took the ball in for the score. Rocky watched intently as her boobs bounced on her thin frame. 

“I don’t mind loosing if you’re going to keep doing that baby. Did you guy see her rack bounce? Holy shit.”

Nobody dared answer as Nancy’s anger returned again. Rocky wouldn’t even let her enjoy the one Bronco touchdown. She sat back down and crossed her arms like a child with a temper tantrum. The game didn’t get any better and she was down two grand by halftime. I could see that she was thinking of a way to get him back. She stayed on the sofa throughout the halftime break. When the game started again, Rocky was ready with a new offer.

“Stop being pissed off Nancy. I’ll let you get your money back.”

“What’s the bet?” I asked.

“I’ll bet the Broncos don’t score another touchdown. If she wins, I give back the two thousand. But if she loses, she has to wear a cheerleader costume for the game next week.”

“OK,” she snapped.

“Wait a minute. It won’t be your college cheerleader uniform, but the ones the Raiderettes wear.”

“You don’t want to do this honey. Just give him the two grand.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped. “I know the Broncos can score again. You’ve got a bet mister.”

By the beginning of the final quarter, the Broncos looked beat; however, they started a drive late in the game. This meant new life for Nancy who was now up on her feet. They got the ball down to the Raider 19-yard line.

“Do you want to make it more interesting?” Rocky said. 

“What do you mean?”

“If they score a touchdown on this drive, I’ll get down and kiss your feet and admit the Raiders – you know that four letter work that begins with an “s.”

“And if they don’t score?”

“You have to sit on my lap during the entire game next week. In the Raiderette uniform no less, if they don’t score later.”

“No. Absolutely not,” I said. “I’m not going to let you do this.”

“There’re going to score right now,” she said.

“But what if they don’t.”

“They will,” she said enunciating both words slowly and carefully. She had a strange look of determination on her face. I had to relent because she was just so sure. That kind of blind faith couldn’t be reasoned with.

Unfortunately, the drive came up short and the Broncos kicked a field goal. With only five minutes left, time was running out. In fact, the Raiders scored one more time and that took the air out of their competition. The game ended 34-10.

Nancy ran off to our bedroom and I ushered our guests out.

“See you guys next week,” Rocky said with a huge fucking grin as he walked to the car with the other guys. 

“I can’t wait to see that slut all dressed up fine for us. You guys going to be there, right?” They all kind of stopped and looked at him. “Shit. That’s what I thought.”

That night, Nancy was already in bed by the time I cleaned up the house. I didn’t think she was asleep, but she was too pissed off for me to say anything. An ‘I told you so’ wasn’t really appropriate at that moment.

Tom called to apologize for bringing Rocky. I told him not to worry about it; it wasn’t his fault.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, we didn’t talk much either. However, on Thursday, Nancy got a FedEx package from Rocky containing a Raiderette uniform. A note was included in the package saying he couldn’t wait to see her hot body on Sunday.

At this point I felt I had to try and talk with Nancy about this problem. I asked if she was really going through with it.

“I have to. My word will be shit if I don’t.”

“Nobody expects you to do this.”

“Did you see the faces of your friends. They expect me to. Anyway, I’ll just do it and get it over with. Then the bastard never comes back in this house.”

Monday finally came and Nancy got home before me. She was wearing a bathrobe when I got there. Man, she was pissed off. I wanted to see under the robe myself, but I didn’t have the guts to ask. I’d see her humiliation soon enough.

Rocky showed up before the other guys. He asked her to remove the robe, but she said not until game time. My friends then started to filter in, each of them looking a little guilty for even being there.

Rocky wasn’t though. He sat in the middle of our sofa with a big ass grin on his face. He was wearing a Raider T-shirt and some black sweat pants. He was watching Nancy’s every move as she paced around the living room.

At kickoff time, he motioned her over. Resigned to her fate, Nancy took off her robe and threw it on the floor. Everyone in the room, let out a kind of involuntary gasp, except Rocky who whooped it up and cheered her on. 

She looked spectacular in that little black dress and white halter top. There was a silver waist sash and also a sort of a jacket with puffy sleeves that hardly covered her huge chest. The uniform was completed by a pair of tight white knee high boots. No question, it was the sluttiest costume in the NFL. 

“Wow, you look great,” Rocky said. “Aren’t you glad you gave me your sizes.” When did that happen I wondered?

“Actually I had to adjust the top,” she said.

“I bet you did. Not many cheerleaders have hooters like those.”

She didn’t say anything, but just looked down at the carpet.

“I really hate you, you bastard,” she said, but I didn’t hear the edge in her voice I expected to accompany that statement.

“Get over here and take a seat,” he ordered patting his lap. She walked over and sat down gingerly, keeping her wait forward. Her ass was barely resting on his leg. He told her to lean back and relax, because four hours was a long time.

In just a few minutes, she was straining to stay crouched in that position and just sort of lost her balance backwards until her back rested against his chest. He tried to put his arms around her, but she pushed them down to his sides.

“That’s better baby. Isn’t that more comfortable,” he said smiling to all the guys. They couldn’t keep their eyes off the couple on the sofa. My flat screen TV was going completely to waste.

Nancy didn’t look all that comfortable to me, but at least she didn’t look pissed anymore. She kept trying to shift her weight to find a comfortable position. That only proved to stimulate Rocky even more.

Suddenly she screamed and jumped up. 

“What the Hell was that,” she said looking down at his lap. Rocky was now sporting a tent in his sweat pants – and it wasn’t a small tent. In fact, it might have been a circus tent.

“Sorry baby, but you shouldn’t have been grinding that sweet ass of yours on it,” he said throwing his arms in the air. “What did you expect?” 

“I’m not sitting on that.”

“You better find a way to sit on my lap without touching it then. I’ll tell you what. Go get me a beer and maybe it will go down by the time you get back.”

“I’m not your waitress.”

“OK. Then sit back down.” She turned and went to the kitchen. When she was gone he started telling the other guys what she was doing to him. He apologized to me, but said he thought she was trying to get him hard.

Nancy came back and handed him a beer bottle. Then she sat back down on his lap without being asked, even though the tent remained in the air. Before the first quarter was over she was leaning back again trying to get adjusted.

At first, I thought she was trying to avoid his boner, but I started to have my doubts. He began whispering something in her ear and his hands had moved to her hips. Not only was she not trying to remove his hands, but I couldn’t help noticing that her nipples were now extremely hard.

Half way through the second quarter, she started complaining that her legs were falling asleep.

“No problem, just turn around and straddle me, baby. That way you stay on the lap and get the blood back in your legs.”

She did as he suggested kneeling over his closed legs. She said that was much better. She was sitting out by his knees, looking directly into his face. He kept smiling at her and whispering things I couldn’t make out. 

She tried to turn and watch the game, but the TV was practically behind her and that was uncomfortable. She turned back to look at him, and he began rubbing the tops of her thighs.

He kept talking to her under his breath and she suddenly laughed.

“What’s so funny,” I asked. 

“I just said I need a place to rest my beer and she has a most inviting beer coozie.” He then pushed the beer bottle down between her tits and she did nothing to stop him. The other guys laughed.

She said it was too cold, so she removed it. However, she held it for him offering it to his lips when he asked her to. She was now leaning forward, so that her tits were touching his chest. His hands were rubbing against the cheeks of her ass – under the little dress.

The other guys looked at me to see if I was going to say anything. I didn’t know what to do, so I asked her if she was OK.

“I’m fine honey.”

Her chest was pressed up tight against him now, and she was obviously grinding her crotch against his. He continued to whisper in her ear. She put her arms around his neck and started to make the slightest little throaty noises.

Rocky announced that he had to take a leak. He pushed her up and started for the bathroom. Only thing was he was pulling her along with him. She looked my way when she passed, but I don’t think she saw my face.

The bathroom is down the hall. I didn’t follow them, but Gene did. Tom turned down the volume on the TV, so we could hear what was happening. We all heard some giggling coming from the hallway and then a loud stream hitting the water in the bowl.

Gene came back and announced that Nancy was aiming Rocky’s cock for him. Everybody laughed, except me. We all thought they would come back, but they didn’t.

Gene went down the hall again to take a look. He was gone about 10 minutes. When he came back, he looked at me and said, “I think you need to see this.”

On shaky legs, I got up and walked down the hall to our bedroom. Rocky was sitting on the bed without his sweat pants. Nancy was looking up at him with her mouth halfway down his shaft. There was a long string of saliva hanging from her chin.

Looking up at me, Rocky said, “This slut says she never sucks your cock. You ought to try it; she’s pretty good.” With that he grabbed and handful of hair and pumped her face while looking right at me.

“Good girl. Suck it good.” A few of the other guys were now pushing in around me and into the room. Rocky looked up and smiled to his new audience.

“I told you guys all she needed was little encouragement. Bitches like this like to talk tough, but they’re all just whores in the end.” To prove his point, he pulled his cock from his mouth and slapped her face with it.

“You’re going to be my little whore aren’t you Nancy.”

The contact seemed to bring her out of the trance she was in. She saw the other guys, and then looked at me.

“I’m sorry honey, but his cock is just so big.”

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” Rocky said. “He wants to see me fuck you as bad as you want it. Why do you think he let this happen?” He began to push his cock back between her lips.

“She didn’t answer you,” Gene said. That old fucker, why was he helping this prick?

“Yeah baby. I asked you if you were going to be my little whore?” With his cock still embedded in her face, she tried to say that she would, but it just came out as a mumble. He made her say it again and everyone laughed.

She tried to grab his cock at the base, but he pushed her hands away. Instead, he moved forward, pushing her backwards until she was leaning back on her hands. He grabbed her head and fucked her pretty mouth until she started to cough and gag. 

“That’s right my little cheerleader slut, gag on that big fucking cock.” Again everybody laughed and somebody slapped me on the back. 

He then yanked her halter down until her big tits popped out. They were so firm, that they just stood out on her chest. With her still leaned backwards, he wrapped himself in her tits and began fucking them.

“I’ll bet your husband never fucks these knockers either,” Rocky taunted.

“No, you’re the first.”

“I can’t believe it. These tits where made for fucking. You have the body of a natural whore.”

He ordered her to get out of the uniform and get on our bed. She hustled to do as she was told. She started to take off the boots, but he told her to leave them on. 

Someone had stripped the bed down to the bottom sheets. When Nancy lied down on her back, they guys circled the bed and every eye in the room was on her.

Rocky grabbed her ankles and spread her open for everyone to see. He stuffed his cock back in her mouth and asked if anyone wanted a taste of her little pussy. Gene jumped at the chance and was crawling between her legs.

The room was silent know except for the slurping of cock and pussy. Rocky was lifting her head up so she could see the older man eating her out. Gene must have been very good, because she soon was getting close to an orgasm. 

She began to close her legs around Gene’s head, but Rocky slapped the inside of her thighs until she opened them wide enough to rest flat on the bed. She started to whimper, but he told her to shut up and keep sucking.

“Don’t let your whore take charge man,” he said to the crowd. “The man’s always in charge.” To prove his point, he slapped her tits a couple of times. Some of the guys laughed, but it was the nervous kind this time.

He told Gene to get up because he was going to fuck her. He grabbed a pillow and put it under her ass. He had her place the head of his cock between her pussy lips. With no warning he drove the full length of his 10-inch monster into her slick wetness. 

Gene prepared her well, because she immediately began moaning when Rocky plowed into her. There was no love or tenderness here, just a man fucking a submissive woman as hard as he could.

“Ooohhh, Ooohh, baby. Yes. Fuck me. Ooohh.” She brought her legs up around his waist, but he grabbed them and put them over his shoulders. When he was embedded up to his balls, he stopped and gave her short powerful strokes. He was now about as far in her as possible.

She was getting closer to an orgasm. When he saw the change in her movement, he slowed down, teasing her, and even stopped for a few seconds.

“What do you want baby.”

“Please fuck me with your big hard cock.”

“I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t know how special you are. You’re wonderful.”

“Did you hear that guys. I think she’s in love.”

She reached up to touch his face. “I love it Rocky. Oh God, it’s so big, so strong. I never knew it could be like this.” Her submission turned him on and he began pounding her again like a jackhammer. 

All the guys shouted encouragement to Rocky as Nancy came in a screaming orgasm. In our four years of marriage, she had never had one that approached the intensity she just displayed.

“Do you like it nasty baby, just like the Raiders?” He hadn’t slowed at all and was continuing to give her his longest strokes.

“Oh yes. I like it nasty.”

“I’ll bet you’d fuck the whole team now if they were here.” His body began to jerk wildly as he deposited his seed deep in her pussy.

“You’re making me come again. Oh God, I’m such a whore.” He finished her off with a few mercy strokes with his softening organ. 

“Don’t worry honey there’s a lot more where that came from. I don’t have the Raiders here, but your husband’s friends would be glad to help out. Who wants to fuck the shit out of this cunt?”

“I will, ” Gene said, scrambling up on the bed. He was already naked and was sporting a short fat cock. He pounced on her like a horny tiger, but she was able to close her legs in a defensive move.

“Please open your legs. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you.” He buried his face in her boobs and began to suck on one nipple and then the other.

“Oh God. I’m not sure. I don’t want to be gang banged.”

“Listen baby,” Rocky said. “If you ever want me to fuck you again, you better give my new friends a turn.” She locked eyes with him. I guess she determined he was serious, because her legs slowly opened to Gene. 

Even as my coworker pushed his fat cock into her semen-filled pussy she continued to look into Rocky’s face. I’m sure she wanted him to be fucking her instead of my friend. Rocky got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

“Where are you going baby?” she asked, looking over Gene’s back. “Please don’t go.” 

“Don’t worry bitch. I’ll be right back,” Rocky said. When he left the room, Benny, another older coworker with a beer gut stepped up and tried to push his cock in my wife’s mouth. She turned her head away, but he grabbed her hair and forced his cock between her lips.

“Good girl,” he said. “That feels great.” Two of my friends were now sliding their cocks into my pretty wife right in front of my eyes – two men that she would never let touch her under normal circumstances. I felt a big hand on my shoulders and looked up to see Rocky guzzling a beer while still completely nude.

“That’s one hell of a slut you got their buddy. Hope we don’t spoil her for you,” he laughed.” Then he started shouting encouragement to my two friends. 

Benny was about to come and I could see he had no intention of pulling out. Nancy tried to push him away, but he held her by the wrist and continued to force himself on her. When his orgasm came you could hear her cough and sputter on the fluid filling her mouth. 

At the same time, Gene was either about to come or have a heart attack. It was a little hard to tell. He was wheezing and sweating profusely. With a loud groan, he pulled his cock from her and dumped a full load on her belly. 

Both men left the bed. My once proud wife now lay there in sweat and cum. Here eyes remained riveted on Rocky who walked to the side of the bed. He pushed her legs apart so everyone could see her open pussy. Then he grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her head up off the bed.

“What do you think guys anybody else want a shot at this whore?” The other guys looked at me and chose not to take him up on the offer. Most of them had quite visible boners, so they were passing up this chance in deference to me. Tom offered me his apologies and left along with the other guys. Even Gene and Benny were ready to leave.

I walked them to the door and then went back to the bedroom. Rocky was standing by the bed and Nancy was lying on her stomach stroking his big tapered cock. He looked my way when I entered the room, but she didn’t. She remained hypnotized by that man’s penis. 

“I’m telling you man, the bitch is addicted. They just love a big cock.”

He told her to get on her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind and started screwing that once tight pussy. He was driving it in from above while rotating his cock to give her a different angle on each stroke.

He would stop every couple of strokes and pull all the way out. Then drive it in again. Her pussy was gripping his shaft in each piston-like move. She was practically screaming, begging for more cock.

Then he stopped moving and slapped her ass, making her do all the work. She was rocking back at him to capture the entire length of his cock. Just to tease her, he pulled it out and waited for her reaction.

“Please baby, don’t tease me. I need it so much.”

“What do you want baby.”

“Ooohh, fuck me. Please fuck your nasty cunt. Fuck it good.”

He drove in again, leaning forward to play with her big tits. He squeezed them, pulled on the nipples and even slapped them. This rough treatment only seemed to make her hotter.

“Oh that feels so good. I love it. You’re such a man, such a stud.” This talk drove him on. He was giving her everything he had. They went at it like this for maybe 10 minutes. She came three times and was now flat on her stomach. When it seemed like this would never end, Rocky pulled out and moved to her head. 

“Open your mouth baby, I’m going to shoot it in.”

Like a pornstar, she opened wide to receive his load. The first shot went mostly in her mouth with some hanging from her upper lip. The next shot wasn’t even close hitting her directly in the forehead. Another string flew out and landed on her cheek. 

Then he pushed it in her mouth for the final drops. There was my wife who had never sucked a cock in her life before tonight with a face covered with another man’s cum. He took his softening cock and used it as a squeegee, pushing the cum into her still open mouth.

“That’s a good slut clean up the mess you made. Good girl.” She swallowed ever last drop and even licked and smacked her lips.

Rocky left a little while later. The house was now quiet and dark except for a small lamp near our bed. I sat there for about an hour watching my wife sleep, naked and completely satisfied.

On Tuesday, we didn’t talk much, but just went to work like normal. Nancy seemed to be in a particularly great mood that evening. She was humming and prancing around the house all night. I would have thought she would feel bad about the previous night once she had come to her senses.

I didn’t know what to say to her, so I didn’t try. The phone rang later, and she answered it in the bedroom. I tried to find out who it was, but she wouldn’t tell me. She did inform me that we would be having another Monday Night Football party the following week.

I said I wasn’t inviting my friends again. That was OK with her, because Rocky was bringing a friend of his own. The rest of the week was surreal. We hardly spoke all week, just king of moved around each other. She could tell I was concerned about the change that had come over her, and I knew she was going to do what she wanted whether I liked it or not.

Monday came again and I didn’t even bother to turn on the TV. Nancy was dressed in a sexy red dress, with a short hemline and a plunging neckline. She had her face and hair done up beautifully. She looked like she was ready for a hot date.

Rocky showed up at about 9 p.m. carrying a bag and followed by a little Italian guy. This other guy was going bald and was much shorter than his companion. His face was flat an unattractive. He was dressed in a running suit, and I guessed he was in his late 50s.

“This is my Uncle Tony. Uncle Tony, this is Dan and Nancy.”

“Holy shit, you weren’t lying. What a fucking set.” The older man walked right up to Nancy and started groping her boobs through her dress. She looked a little uncomfortable, but she let him feel he up right in front of me.

Nancy asked to talk to Rocky in private. They went into the kitchen, but we could hear every word. She said Tony was too old. He said not to worry cause his uncle had a bigger cock than he did. Uncle Tony looked at me and smiled at that moment, cupping his crotch and giving it a squeeze.

She wouldn’t be disappointed Rocky said. I just want to be with you she said. You’ll fuck whom I tell you to fuck, now get back out there. She walked back into the living room and smiled at Uncle Tony. 

The old man grabbed her hand and spun her around, so he could get a good look. It was clear that she was much taller than Tony. The difference in height didn’t seem to bother him. In fact, I think it turned him on to know he would be using my pretty young wife like a toy. He bent her over at the waist and yanked her dress up above her hips.

“That’s a great ass, too. You ever take one up the ass sweetie.”

“No.”

“Looks like you’re going to learn a little something tonight.” 

Rocky sat down on the sofa behind me and said to get out of his line of sight. He wanted to make sure he saw all the action. He had pulled a camcorder from the bag he brought and was taping the events of the evening.

Uncle Tony reached between my wife’s legs and rubbed her crotch. He noted that she was already wet. Next, he pulled her thong panties aside and thrust a hairy finger right into her.

Nancy was immediately affected by his manipulation. She was moving her ass to match the movements of his fingers. When he worked another fat finger into her, she lost her balance and fell forward on her hands and knees.

Uncle Tony slapped her ass a few times just to gauge her reaction. She just moaned a little and shook her ass back at him. He looked over at us and gave the thumbs up. Then he took one of the fingers that had already moistened in her pussy and pushed it into her tiny little asshole. 

At first she tried to escape the penetration, but the old man grabbed her hair and jerked her body back onto his finger. She squealed as he worked that finger and then another one into her ass.

Rocky leaned over and punched me in the shoulder. “My uncle sure knows how to treat a whore, huh. I learned everything I know from this man.” He beamed at his uncle as the old man humiliated my sweet wife. Uncle Tony pulled Nancy up into a kneeling position and tried to feed her the fingers he had just taken out of her ass. When she figured out what he was doing, she tried to push his hand away. 

“Nancy. Stop. Do what you’re told,” Rocky said. She looked at him like a hurt child. She asked if she had to. He told her to do whatever his uncle wanted. Looking at Rocky she opened her mouth and let the old bastard stick half his hand in her mouth.

He was fist fucking her mouth, which was obscenely spread open to accommodate the fat hand. He told her to make sure she sucked it clean like a good whore.

With his other hand, the old man jerked the top of her dress down achieving two goals – freeing her breasts and trapping her arms at her sides. He grabbed her braless tits and weighed them in his hands. 

This is a great rack he said. He knelt down on one knee right next to her with his face right in her face.

“What are you doing kneeling in front of a man you don’t even know ready to let him use you? Why are you acting like a slut right in front of your husband?”

“Because … because … I’m a nasty cunt.”

“You want Big Daddy to fuck you, you nasty cunt?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you want to suck Big Daddy’s cock first and get it ready?’

“Yes please.” With that admission, he dropped his running pants to his knees. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock bobbed right in front of her face. It was bigger than Rocky’s and a whole lot wider. 

She gasped at the sight of it. It was not just large, but discolored and craggy. Or maybe she gasped because this huge cock was attached to such an unappealing body. He had taken off the running jacket revealing a bear-like body – a whole lot of hair covering quite a bit of fat. His big gut hung down disgustingly.

“That’s a good one, huh,” Rocky said to no one in particular. “Give it to her Uncle Tony.”

The old bastard grabbed his bulky cock by the base and guided it into Nancy’s warm, open mouth. She was obviously expecting him to do something, but he just held it there. She looked up at him and still he didn’t move. She eventually took the hint and began moving her head back and forth, sucking him deep into her mouth. 

“That’s a good girl. Make Big Daddy happy. Oh yeah. Keep sucking.”

In no time, she was getting into servicing the old man. Slurping all over it, licking down the sides and making the most incredible purring noise. Her lipstick was coating his cock. 

He pulled it up toward his navel and told her to lick his balls. My wife was now practically under this old fart sucking on his nut sack like a wanton slut.

Uncle Tony’s pants were getting in his way, so he kicked them off. He was now just wearing running shoes and white socks. His fat, hairy legs didn’t add anything to the attractiveness of his body.

Nancy had proceeded to get the old man’s cock wet and slick. He scooped the saliva hanging from her chin and rubbed it into his cock. Then, he pushed her down onto the carpet and straddled her chest. Trapping her arms under his legs, he announced his intentions to fuck her boobs. 

He started by slapping her tits with his big wet cock. He laughed at the way they rippled after he cock whipped them. He cruelly pinched her nipples and pulled on them until she cried out. Then he would let them go and watch them snap back.

He slapped his cock right in the valley between her tits and wrapped the bulk of her breasts around him. Rocky threw him a pillow to put under her head, to make it easier for her to suck the head of his prick as it stroked through her boobs. 

He grew tired of the boob play and just started pushing his cock further back in her throat. He moved forward until he was sitting on her boobs, and they were flattened under his hairy ass. She was gagging on his cock and he asked her if she could swallow it.

When she said she couldn’t, he said she needed to learn. He led her over to a chair and had her sit in it upside down, so her head was hanging off the end of the seat. 

She had trouble at first, but he was surprisingly patient. For almost 20 minutes, he worked with her until she got the cock all the way in, and his balls were smacking her nose.

Rocky punched my shoulder again and said she’d be a real pro after tonight.

Uncle Tony kept fucking her throat, taking it out every now and then to let her catch her breath. When he was ready, he’d drive it back in again. He held her tits for balance and had a couple of healthy handfuls. He was using them like handles.

He said he thought she was ready to get fucked. He pulled her down on the floor, so that she was on top of him. The contrast in their bodies was really evident now. She was tanned and lean, perfect in ever way. He looked like an old hairy 50s prizefighter way past his prime.

Yet, here she was treating him like any lover. She knelt over his body and slowly impaled herself on him. His mighty cock stood straight up for her as she dropped her weight down on his fat gut time and time again. Each time she reached the bottom, her ass ground down to try and get even more into her.

After a while, she got into a rhythm bouncing up and down, until she sent herself over the edge. She shook her head from side to side and waved her hands all about. She was totally out of control.

“Ooohh, Big Daddy, I love your cock. You’re driving me crazy.”

He sat up and kissed her deeply as she came down from her orgasm. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. They necked for a few minutes, while he was still embedded in her. 

He lifted her up and reached between them. Rocky punched my arm yet again and said here goes the old man’s specialty. Uncle Tony was trying to push his cock into her ass and she seemed to be helping him.

I couldn’t see very well between their bodies, but I could see Nancy slowly drop her weight down. She gave out a painful sound and looked toward the ceiling, but didn’t move to get off the cock. She seemed to be getting used the size of him.

He slapped her ass and told her to get going. She didn’t do as he asked, and he was looking annoyed. He hooked his arms under Nancy’s knees and picked her up. He was completely in charge now.

He was bouncing her around on his cock, forcing more of himself into her. But his age showed and he quickly tired of carrying her around. He dropped her onto the chair and really drove into. It took her awhile, but she eventually started to enjoy the ass reaming. 

“Ooohh fuck me ass. Yes Big Daddy. Fuck your whore in the ass with your big cock. I love it. Oh God yes, I love it.”

“Yeah baby. Take that thing, you nasty whore.”

“Ooohh God, I’m coming Big Daddy. You’re making me come.” 

“You like getting ass fucked, eh bitch?” He pulled out to show us how big her hole had become. It was gaping wide open. 

“Yeah Uncle Tony, fuck the bitch,” Rocky said. 

The old man impaled her again and kept on plowing. He grabbed two big handfuls of tit flesh and fucked her hard. “I’m going to tattoo ‘Big Daddy’ on your ass bitch. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes, Big Daddy.”

“I’m going to shave that pussy too. I like my whores slick.”

“Yes, Big Daddy.”

“You Big Daddy property now bitch.”

“Yes. I’m Big Daddy’s property. I’m his nasty whore.”

“Show me baby.” He stood up and waited for her to begin sucking. She didn’t disappoint him, wrapping those pretty lips around his shit-stained cock. 

“Out of the ass and into the mouth, means true love,” he laughed. Rocky laughed with him. She was cleaning him pretty good, but not good enough to get him off. He began fisting his own cock just inches from her face. 

As he got closer, he grabbed her by the hair and held her face right next to the end of his cock. The old man finally let loose with a fucking shower of cum. Her face looked like a glazed donut 

“You were right Rocky. This is one hot little cunt.” Rocky took the camera over for a close up with the big cock and the glazed face.

“Tell us what you like bitch.”

“I like to get fucked with big cocks.”

“Yeah. You’re one nasty cunt now.”

The men sent her down the hall to get cleaned up. They turned on the game and Uncle Tony thought the flat screen looked great. It was just before halftime when Rocky got up and headed for the bedroom. At halftime, Uncle Tony also went down the hall. I just sat there and watched the TV.

When the game started again, I could hardly pay any attention to it because Nancy was screaming in ecstasy. I was afraid the neighbors would think we were fighting. I went to the bedroom to ask them to keep the noise down.

Nancy was being sandwiched between the two men. She was riding Uncle Tony while Rocky was fucking her ass. They would give her a couple of coordinated strokes and then stop. They had her going completely crazy, and she was begging them for release. 

They finally let her cum, and then unloaded in her as well. Uncle Tony used the camera to get another close-up of the cum running back out of her cunt and ass. He ended the night with a slap of her ass.

“I’ll call you baby,” he said as he left the room.

Wife Drinking At The Strip Club

I am a 40 year old male who is married to a 34 year old woman named Cindi. She is 5’7″ 139 pounds, and blond with blue eyes. She wears her hair shoulder length. We have two young children and just don’t find the time to go out anymore. So this particular Saturday, we were able to drop off the kids at my mother in laws and go out. When my wife was getting ready to go, I walked in the bedroom and she had put on a blue jeans skirt, a white sweater blouse with no bra and black boots. She then said that she had a surprise for me and bent over while pulling up her skirt. She was wearing no panties and instead had on an all in one garment that was stockings with a garter belt attached. I pleaded with her to fuck me right then and there, but she said not now! 

We went to dinner at a nice suburban restaurant and my wife drank most of a bottle of Pinot Gris. When we left the restaurant, she was already buzzing and wanted to stay out later. We drove down the boulevard until we decided to go to this strip club that we had been to before. She likes to go there when she’s drunk. It’s not too bad a place actually, it’s clean and they’re friendly there. I thought this could get hot, my wife has no panties on and we’re going to a titty bar. It was however unlikely anyone would see anything as her skirt was down past her knees. 

So when we got there we went to a table back away from the stage. While we walked back there, I could feel all the men’s eyes on her. We ordered a drink and watched the show. They have 1 dollar vodka cranberry drinks there, and my wife took advantage of that. She was on her second drink before I had half my beer consumed. As she got drunker, she got more interested in the dancers. She started to go up to the stage to tip them and be closer to them. They strippers really took an interest in my wife’s attention. They seemed to pay her more attention than other patrons. They would lean in real close to her and dangle their tits in her face. My wife was loving it! I might add that the other men in the club seemed to like watching the dancers being flirty with my wife. She would occasionally come back to sit at my table, but as she drank that became less frequent an occurrence. There were times, I thought that she must be so drunk, she forgets I’m here too. 

Anyway, the fun really started when my wife went up to watch a stripper named “Siren” do her thing. She’s a tall very thin brunette with an amazing body. My wife has liked watching her before. The strippers would dance two songs at a time and were usually nude by the middle of the second song. On the second song, my wife tucked the dollar bill in her blouse seemingly to dare her to come get it. The surprise was how she got it. Rather than put her head down her blouse, she lifted her blouse retrieving the dollar and kissing both of her tits. All of the men’s eyes around the stage were glued on the two of them. Siren then pulled back and recovered her so that she could show some love to the other tippers. 

After her second dance she departed the stage and another brunette got up to dance. This one was more medium build with nice breasts. They were probably a full C cup bra. She also took particular interest in my wife. She was dangling her tits in her face and just being very friendly. The men loved seeing this, especially the older gentleman sitting next to her. He was grey, a little heavyset and probably in his sixties. He had spoken with my wife at times, leaning in closer to make himself heard over the music. After her two dances were over, I could just make out the dancer asking my wife if she could give her a private dance for free. She said she really wanted to dance for her. My wife was rather drunk at this point and was very agreeable. The two of them ventured back to the VIP area. 

The VIP area is nothing more than a separate area of the club with five foot walls surrounding it and leather couches all along the inside. I truly think my wife was completely wasted, because she didn’t say a word to me, she just got up and went back there. Being drunk, I think she forgot about me. When they went back there, they went in and disappeared below the wall. I got up and walked over there to the side where they would be and peered over the wall. I am 6’2″ so it was not difficult to see below. The bouncer came over immediately and asked what I was looking at. I explained it was my wife getting a dance and he understood and moved away. 

When I looked down, I saw my wife laying back on a leather couch, with the stripper hovering over her very close. Upon further examination, they were making out, and I mean sucking face passionately. My wife’s hands were squeezing her tits and I thought to myself, “holy shit this is hot!” Five feet to the right of my wife was another older gentleman, probably in his late 50s getting a lap dance also. He appeared to be wearing a wedding band, but was here alone. He would occasionally look over at my wife and seemed to find that as interesting as the woman dancing for him. The private dances lasted two songs at this club and I think he was on his last song while my wife was on her first. After a few minutes of sucking face and massaging each others tits, the stripper kneeled in front of my wife and guided her skirt up a bit. 

My wife was drunk as hell and I am not sure if she knew she was doing that or not. The stripper let out a soft squeal, and called Cindi a dirty girl when she discovered she had no panties on. She then moved back up over her and off to her side making out with my wife again, but now her hand disappeared up her skirt. Being up and behind, I couldn’t see up her skirt, but I am sure she was fingering my wife, due to the way I could see her breathing change. This lasted through the rest of the first song. When it was over the stripper for the guy left and he started to get up too, then leaned over and asked if he could watch them. I didn’t quite hear their response, but I think he liked it and sat down on the couch to the immediate right of my wife. Before he did, he caught a glimpse of me watching and looked at me questionably for approval, I nodded that it was okay with me. At the time, there was nobody else back there and my wife had no idea I was watching all of this as I was behind and above her behind the five foot wall. She was also so drunk, I doubt she even remembered I was there. 

As the second song begins the stripper is to my wife’s left making out with her and with her hand up her skirt that is pulled halfway up her thigh, while the older guy was sitting to her right, very close almost leaning into her. As my wife made out with the stripper, she was gyrating her hips slowly enjoying the hand of the stripper. The guy sitting to her right reached over and placed his hand on her stocking mid thigh. Feeling that, my wife pulled away from the kiss to see who that was and looked at him again. She smiled, leaned over and kissed him. My heart was racing because I was conflicted. I wanted to put a stop to this while at the same time, I was hard and wanted to see what she would do. She then kissed the stripper again and then back to the guy. She was in heaven. She then reached over and gently rubbed his groin which was bulging. He then moved his hand to her skirt and pulled upwards slightly. She helped him by lifting her butt a little bit while still kissing the dancer. He pulled up her skirt enough so that even I could see her pussy exposed now. His hand moved down and now both of them were rubbing her pussy. 

This was unbelievable to me seeing this. The dancer and the guy knew I was watching this and were giving me a great show. This guy was old enough to be her father and his finger was in her pussy. 

My wife still squeezing his bulge, prompted him to, with his free hand, to undo the button and zipper on his pants and pull out his dick, which was stiff. My wife grabbed it and squeezed it, then slowly stroked it. The second song was coming to an end, but I don’t think they much cared. When the third song began, the music was “girls, girls, girls” by Motley Crue and my wife was now kissing the dancer while still stroking his dick. While my wife’s head was turned he looked up and back at me again with a look like is this okay? I gestured it was nodding and he then got up somewhat and kneeled in front of my wife. He pulled her forward by the hips so that her hips were over the edge of the couch and while she was still kissing the dancer he pulled his bulging cock up and placed it at the entry way to her pussy. He then slowly guided it in and began to fuck my wife. Her legs were out to his sides and he was holding her by the hips. My wife, mother of two and devoted spouse was now getting fucked in a strip club by a guy old enough to be her father. Holy Shit that was hot. 

While he fucked her, she would occasionally look at him and then kiss the dancer again. About halfway through the song, she said she had to go get ready for her next stage performance and make some money. She said, “I’ll leave you two alone” and gave me a wink as she left. He then took her legs and put them up near her head and stood up so that he could fuck her plunging down deep into her pussy. As he fucked her, he now kissed her and would occasionally look up at me. Alcohol had turned my wife into a fuckslut. She was moaning and then told him to fuck her brains out. I nearly came in my pants. She was reaching out and grabbing his buttocks to pull his dick deeper inside her. Just then he arched his back and was cumming into her. (she had a tubal ligation, so I am not worried about pregnancy). He would thrust deep to shoot his load into her and then stopped altogether. 

They started to put themselves together and I went back to my table. She exited the VIP area and looked a little disheveled. She went right to the bathroom, no doubt to wipe up all the cum. When she came out, I met her at the restroom door and said hello. I said, “that must have been some dance, you were back there for three songs.” She said yes it was and that she really liked her dance with the stripper, but was tired now and wanted to go home. We did and when we got home, she passed out on the bed. I was sure to fuck her too, while she was out cold and shot my load up in her. 

The next morning, she seemed to not remember the night before. I wasn’t sure is she did or not, but she then asked me if we had fucked. I said yes. She said her pussy was all gooey and hairs were stuck together. What a night!

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Wifes Secret Party Slut Job

“How did it go tonight?” I asked my wife as she returned home.

“Okay.” She replied, trying to muster up a smile as she did so.

Of course I knew how her night had went. I knew exactly where she had been and exactly what she had done, because I had watched her doing it. She had been fucked by at least seven different guys. 

I should have been livid, I should have packed my bags and left her, but I now knew that she had been a reluctant participant in the events I had witnessed. And I knew that she was doing it for us. Sounds strange, but it was true.

The whole thing started a few months ago, really when she lost her job due to the economic downturn. We were struggling to pay the bills, even with the little extra I was making in over-time; when her friend Kelly suggested that she could make good money working with her as an events organiser. Initially Susan was enthusiastic, especially when Kelly told her how much she could make, but after one night when she went with Kelly to an event she decided that it wasn’t for her. I couldn’t draw her on what the problem was so I left it at that.

A couple of months after that first event, Susan told me she was going to help Kelly with her next party, she seemed hesitant and again I asked her what the problem was, and again she was non-committal.

The night of the event came along and I could sense that she was almost dreading going out to it, of course now I know why, but at the time it all seemed very odd, I put it down to first time nerves and a lack of confidence. She made £1000 that night and I was ecstatic. 

Looking back I can see it was then that things started to go sour between us. She lost her interest in sex, and she seemed to be more and more depressed. In the months that followed she helped Kelly at three more events and earned another £3000, but sank deeper into the gloom that had enveloped her.

I eventually came to the conclusion that she was having an affair, stupid I know, but how could I have guessed that the problem really was that she was working as a high-class call girl.

I came to the conclusion that the man she was seeing behind my back must work with her, so I decided to follow her to the next event and find out exactly what was going on.

Kelly picked up my wife shortly before 8pm that Saturday night; I was already outside the house, waiting further down the street in a rented car, so when Kelly pulled onto the street and drove past me, I discreetly followed them. After about 30 minutes they pulled into the busy driveway of a large detached villa somewhere in the suburbs. The house was brightly lit and was surrounded by trees set back from a small lawn. The property was enclosed by a high wooden fence, but I scaled it easily enough and waited, hidden in the trees to see what I could make out from the outside.

I could easily discern that a party was going on in the house and since Kelly and Susan had arrived without any bags or boxes, or anything that you would expect people organising an event to have I knew that my suspicions were correct. I thought about storming into the house and confronting my wife, but I had no proof. After a few minutes waiting in the darkness, I crept up to one of the windows and peered in. 

The room was well lit and it appeared to be a dining room, a very large table ran the length of the room, set for ten places, the plates and remains of the meal still sat on the table. I heard a cheer from deeper within the building, so I crept around to the back of the house and found another window to look into, this one was the kitchen. Just as I looked in two men came into the room and I jumped back into the shadows.

“You’ve got to hand it to Eric, he certainly knows how to throw a bachelor party.” One of the men said.

“I was at the last one, for the rowing team, same thing. I had a piece of the blonde one that night, but the one with the curly black hair is on the menu tonight.” 

“Yeah she’s really sexy. You want to double team her?”

“Hell, why not, just so long as we switch after a while I want to fuck her and have her blow me.”

They high-fived each other, picked up a bottle of wine and swaggered back out of the room.

I stood there in the shadows absolutely dumbfounded by what I’d just heard. They were describing my wife, no doubt about it. I felt sick to the stomach as their words replayed in my mind. Every emotion surged through me, but I was paralysed by indecision. 

Suddenly the kitchen door opened, flooding light onto the rear lawn.

“Just think of the money Susan, that’s all you need to do.” It was Kelly.

“You said this would get easier. It’s not, if anything it’s getting harder to do.” Susan replied. I could tell from her voice that she was struggling to keep it together.

“I know you don’t like doing this, neither do I. But it’s a job, a bloody well paid one and you said this was going to be the last time didn’t you?”

“Yes. I can’t do this any more, it’s affecting me and Joe. God if he ever found out about this.”

“Hello ladies! Are you ready for the party to start.” A male voice suddenly asked.

“Just coming big boy.” Kelly replied giggling.

Susan let out a long sigh.

“Come on Suze, remember to act like you’re enjoying it and try and say the right things. And just think of the money.”

The door closed and the lawn was plunged back into darkness. I was still numb from the shock but now I understood it all. She wasn’t having an affair, she was doing this to try and make money so we could continue to live as we had been. Strangely I was relieved. A million questions raced through my mind but I knew that I had already forgiven her and now my concern was for her safety. I couldn’t go get her, as she would never be able to live with herself knowing that I knew what she had been doing, so my only option was to watch her to make sure that she was okay. Lights came on upstairs, bedrooms probably, but how to see in. The solution was simple enough, I climbed one of the trees at the back of the lawn and found a position where I could see into one of the bedrooms; as luck would have it Susan, not Kelly entered the room.

The two men that I had overheard earlier followed her in. Susan looked stunning dressed in a black bra and panties, she was also wearing stockings and suspenders, since she has worn this combo for me before I knew she would also be wearing her brown high-heeled shoes. Susan is petite at 5′ 4″ she has loosely curled black hair, which spilled over her shoulders and framed her ample breasts. She turned around and beckoned one of the men over, he looked about 50 slightly overweight with grey hair, he walked up to her and leaned down to kiss her neck, trailing kisses down to the tops of her breasts, he unclasped her bra and slipped it off her shoulder, he then started sucking on her nipples. This continued for a couple of minutes before Susan sat down on the bed and unzipped his fly, she unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down, she then pulled his boxer shorts down allowing his very hard penis to spring forth. She took the rock hard cock in her hands and stroked it for a little while before enveloping it with her lips. Susan is very good at giving a blowjob and she certainly went to town on this guy, she bobbed up and down on his cock, while all the time she continued pumping him with both her hands. Meanwhile the other guy, who looked about 30, started to undress and sidled up to the bed. Unfortunately the windows were shut so I couldn’t hear what was being said, but whatever he said prompted Susan to lean back against the headboard. She younger of the two then lay down on the bed and opened my wife’s legs. He immediately set about eating her pussy through her panties. Susan returned to sucking on the cock of the older one and, after a few minutes, allowed the younger one to remove her panties. They continued like this for a few minutes, when the two guys changed positions. The younger one was now going to benefit from my wife’s excellent cock sucking skills. He had a much smaller cock than the first guy but that only made it easier for her to deep throat him.

I could tell from the expression on her face that the older guy was hitting the right spot with his tongue, Susan stopped sucking on the younger one’s cock but continued pumping him with her left hand. With her right she grabbed the hair of the one between her legs and started to press her pussy into his face. She suddenly arched her back and let out a loud moan, which I could hear even from my perch in the trees. There followed an ironic cheer from downstairs in the house. If she was acting, then she seemed to be putting on a show worthy of an Oscar.

After a brief respite to allow her to recover, Susan knelt down on the bed, doggie style. The younger guy stood behind her and slowly guided his shaft into her. She arched her back and spread her legs a little further to allow him easier access. He started pumping her, holding onto her hips as he did so. The older guy moved closer and guided his still rock hard cock into her mouth.

I sat transfixed in the branches of the tree watching my gorgeous wife being spit-roasted by these two strangers, it was like watching a movie and I was acutely aware of my own hard on.

The two guys eventually got a rhythm going with the older one benefiting from the younger one’s thrusting, they continued like this for about ten minutes before they swapped around. Again my wife’s willing mouth sucked greedily on the cock of the younger guy, whilst his partner thrust into her from behind while he reached around to play with her perfectly formed breasts. Another of the guests came in and watched the action for a while before he left the room. After another ten minutes of frantic fucking the two men high-fived each other again before pulling out. Susan squatted down on the floor, leaning back on the bed. The young guy stepped closer and allowed Susan to start wanking his cock, the older guy soon followed and the two of them stood either side of her. She again sucked on the older one and then started alternating between the two. It didn’t take long however before the older guy took hold of his cock and started wanking himself, he stood back slightly and let flow with a torrent of cum which caught Susan square on her face. The younger one followed seconds after; bathing her face in another jet of creamy cum. Susan reached up and continued wanking the two men. It was then that she surprised me again by alternately sucking on both the cocks, licking the dripping sperm from their softening members. She stood up, cum had splattered onto her neck and down onto her breasts, there was a white streak in her hair and some sperm hanging from her chin. She looked like a cheap porno starlet, but to me she looked amazing. 

Susan left the room, presumably to clean up before her next…customer, I guess. 

I stayed in the tree hoping to see some more of her show, I no longer cared about what she was doing I only cared about her and I was actually enjoying the sights I was seeing. After what seemed an age Susan re-entered the room, albeit in a rather unexpected way. She was carried into the room by a giant of a man, he was black, about 6′ 5″ with a shaved head; and had my wife impaled on his cock. Susan was hanging onto his neck, simultaneously bouncing up and down on his massive erection; he must have been at least 9″. Another man followed them in, said something, upon which they all left the room. 

The bedroom next to the one Susan had been using was also well lit and presumably was where Kelly was fucking some of the other guests. I couldn’t quite see into the room from my vantage point but I saw enough to make me believe that’s where Susan had been carried. I climbed down the tree and quickly climbed another one, which allowed me to see into the other room. I was relieved to see that I had been correct in my assumptions. Kelly was laid spread-eagled on another bed with one guy kneeling between her legs pounding her pussy, two other men knelt by her head each benefiting from her obvious skills at cock sucking. 

Susan was still bobbing up and down on her black giant, whilst another three or four naked men stood around watching the action. After a short while my wife slipped down from the black guy who moved over to Kelly, he took position between her legs and immediately started thrusting deep into her. Susan meanwhile, had squatted down in front of a skinny guy and was sucking on his cock; the guy had hold of her head and was gently fucking her face. All the attention was on monster dick however; I could clearly hear Kelly moan each time he buried his shaft in her shaved pussy, I was thankful that he wasn’t doing the same to Susan, since her petite frame would probably have been hurt. The black guy continued pounding Kelly for five minutes or so before he withdrew, knelt up and literally exploded; jet after jet of thick white cum rained down on Kelly coating her torso. A cheer went up from the watching group, Susan stopped sucking on the skinny guy, stood up and crossed over to where Kelly was lying, bathed in semen on the bed. Susan moved over her friend and started to lick up the sperm. She moved from pussy to breast and back down again before she lay down on her friend and started to kiss her. Another revelation, I had never known she would have dreamed of doing anything to another woman, let alone something so shamefully erotic. Long threads of sperm stretched between their mouths when they moved their faces away. 

There was another break in the proceedings as the two girls left the room, they returned showered and cleaned up. The rest of the evening was somewhat less spectacular; the remaining guests seemed content to simply fuck the two women. I continued to watch my wife perform blowjobs and fuck with strangers for another two hours. The final count by my reckoning was seven.

So there I stood in the hallway of our home looking at my gorgeous wife, whom I knew had just fucked seven different men, had swallowed load after load of semen and had licked an ocean of sperm from her friend’s naked body.

“You look beat,” I said, “why don’t you go up to bed, it’s after 2AM anyway.”

“No, I’ll take a shower first.” She replied, she stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to look at me. “I made £3000 tonight, but I can’t do the work anymore; it takes to much out of me. Things are going to be better between us from now on. I promise.”