Sunday, June 30, 2013

Last Song

LAST SONG By Terri It was the last song of the night. Thank God. I thought I'd never get off that stage. It must have been 150 degrees under those lights. I saw her in the audience again that night. She had been at every show since that mid-western hole-in-the-wall, what was the name? Tancy? Trancey? I could not seem to stop thinking about her. As I entered the dressing room, once again it was packed like a sardine can. I was sick of partying. I just wanted to relax for a while. I told Baruch to pull the car around back. I needed to get out of there for a while. I exited to the alley in time to see Baruch turning the corner with the limo, followed by the usual bunch of groupies, a new herd in every town. I was lucky enough to get in before they could catch up. I told Baruch to wait, thinking maybe she would be in the crowd. As I scanned through the crowd of salacious women, I could not see her among them. I had Baruch take me to the beach house. I hadn't had much of a chance to spend any time at the new house. With the tour, the biggest body of water I had been near was the Great Lakes, and then the Mississippi. I could hardly remember what it looked like. I could hear the soothing sounds of the waves crashing on the beach. I told Baruch to go, as I wouldn't need the limo anymore. I gave him the rest of the night off. Once again the sound of the waves lured me to the beach. I walked out upon the deck, then down the stairs to sand below. I slowly walked along the beach. The sight of the moon reflected off the water captivated me. The air was cool and brisk. My thoughts were only of her. How I wished then that I new her name; another fantasy I now know will never materialize. After a time of solitude, I heard a sound from behind me. Startled, I turned, and it was she. The soft light of the moon created the impression of a dream. She looked at me from behind her eyes of liquid blue. She reached out to me and her touch let me know she was real. No words passed between us. Nothing needed to be said. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my lips to hers. The scent of her hair was soft and light. The taste of her lips was sweet and strong, like honeyed wine. We kissed long and hard. The feel of her breasts pressed against my chest as I nibbled upon the soft flesh of her neck caused my penis to engorge itself with my hot, adrenalin-saturated blood. She felt me pressing against her stomach as our passions increased. She slowly lowered to her knees and unbuckled my belt. I heard the sound of my zipper as she slowly pulled it down. The cool ocean air flowed around my loins. Then, just as suddenly, the warmth of her moist lips slid down upon my shaft. She placed her hands on my hips and began to move me further into her mouth. She looked up at me as she continued to suck. Her tongue moved around the head of my cock as she slowly pulled it out of her mouth, dragging her teeth ever so gently across my skin. She teased me with her tongue as she licked my balls and then sucked them. She took my shaft into her mouth and began a thrusting rhythm by pulling and pushing my hips. As I watched her, my arousal increased ten-fold. She took my cock from her mouth and lay back on the sand. As I knelt down beside her, she took off her shirt reveal her firm, round, glistening breasts. I took them in my hands as my lips met hers. "Make love to me," she whispered. I thought to myself that even if I wanted to, there would be no way I could resist. I took her nipple into my mouth and nibbled on it. She sighed with delight, as her nipples grew tense. My lips made their way to the vulnerable flesh of her stomach. Her breathing became rapid as I removed her shorts, revealing the jet-black panties beneath. I stroked her clitoris through her soft silky panties and felt that she was wet and inviting. I tore her panties off in haste as her moans became deeper. I tasted her delicate juices as my tongue ventured within. The muscles in her legs began to tremble as I bit her clitoris. She placed her hands on my head and pulled it tighter against her vagina. Her hips began to move about as I fucked her with my tongue. "Take me now," she whispered with passion. I rose to my knees as she rolled onto her stomach. She also rose to her knees and I took her from behind. I grabbed her hips and slowly placed my shaft inside her. As I fucked her from behind she screamed for me to thrust faster and harder. I held onto her breasts as I thrust in as deep as I could go. I thrust harder and harder. I felt her juices flowing down my shaft. The flames of her passions consumed me. She orgasmed again and again, until finally my cock exploded within her. Exhausted, I fall to the beach next to her. She rolled into my arms and I felt her mouth on me again, licking and sucking my neck. Her bite sent an orgasm through me that caused the one I had just experienced to pale by comparison. I literally feared that I would die from the pleasure and the pain. Consciousness faded. As my eyes opened, I found I was alone on the deserted beach. It was morning, and I felt empty. The sunlight burned my eyes; I was sore as though physically drained, exhausted. She was gone, and I began to fear the night. Later, now, I know not which I fear more; her continued absence, or her return. 2723 1.17/512345

Mary Gives the Delivery Boy a Tip

MARY GIVES THE DELIVERY BOY A TIP My wife looks like a slut. She has always looked that way as far as I know. She is only a little over five feet tall with big breasts. The kind that need a bra to hold them up and prevent undue wobbling. She is not really beautiful either. Her mouth and nose are a bit too big. Her large mouth adds to her sluttish look. She did not act like a slut when I first met her and then married her. She became a slut over time with my help. I bought her clothes that showed off her body, half bras that push her tits up but leave the top of her breasts naked, blouses that are sheer enough to see through or are very low cut to show off her tits. Short skirts either tight around her ass or pleated like a cheer leaders, and very high heels. The clothes helped her slip into the role, I think. She likes the attention that she gets when she wears them, and I encourage it. Men often gawk at her or whistle or just follow her around a room with their eyes. She got into teasing on her own. The clothes made it easy, and I never objected. I liked it, seeing her getting so much attention. The men practically drooling over her. She keeps her pussy shaved now and wears very sheer panties. She likes the guys to have something "nice to see" when she crosses her legs or bends over. She buys the sexy clothes for herself now and she doesn't always wear a bra when we go out in the evening. She has stopped wearing panties as well. She likes to "flash the guys once in while" she says. She likes to point out men who have erections to me after she has given them a "quick look." She giggles, and I enjoy being the man by her side. It went beyond just a quick flash and sexy clothes in a rather banal way. She had ordered some groceries from a local store and asked for them to be delivered. When the young man came to the door with the brown paper bags full of food, she discovered that she had no money for a tip. She could have told him that she would give him a very good tip the next time or that he should stop by after I got home from work to get his money. She didn't do either of those things. She offered the kid a blow job. Being a red blooded young male, he readily agreed. She got down on her knees, opened his pants, pulled out his cock, and started to suck. He did not last long and blew his wad into her mouth within 20 seconds, she told me later that night. I asked if she had swallowed his cum, and she said that she had because it would not be polite to spit it out. She saw that her story got me really hot, and we had the best sex we had had in years. From that night on our lives really changed. My slut wife was on the prowl, and I helped. The following Saturday she asked me to go to the store to pick up a couple of things. I suggested that she call and have them delivered. This brought a smile to her face. "Really?" she said, with a twinkle in her eye. "Yes. I want to watch." I said. She smiled and said, "Oh my." "As if you didn't know." I said. She smiled and took my hand and pushed it up under her skirt, onto her naked pussy. It was wet, slippery and wet. "It makes me hot thinking about it, you know," she said. "I feel so naughty." I slipped two fingers into her wet hole and said, "My slut." "Yes." she said. "Your slut." She squeezed her legs together trapping my hand and my two fingers in her pussy. "What do you want your slut to do?" she asked. I smiled. "Just a blow job, but make it good. Let him shoot some cum onto your face. I want to see you collect it with a finger and then suck it into your mouth." "Okay," she said, like it was the normal thing to do. She released her leg lock on my hand and grabbed the phone. The delivery guy looked disappointed when I answered the door. He looked about twenty, a college kid. I told him to take the stuff into the kitchen. "My wife will take care of you," I said. He just nodded and went into the kitchen. "I'll be in the garage, honey." I yelled into the kitchen as I positioned myself to watch through the crack of the door. My wife told him to put the bags on the kitchen table. She smiled at him. "Would you like a tip or shall I suck your cock again?" The delivery boy gulped and said, "Please suck my cock, ma'am." My wife unbuckled his belt, unzipped him and pulled his pants down to his ankles as she lowered herself to her knees. She had positioned him so that I had a view from the side. His hard cock was bulging in his underpants. She pulled them down in one quick motion, and his stiff cock waved back and forth in the breeze. She grabbed his cock in her right hand and started to lick it like an ice cream cone. The kid groaned. My wife squeezed his cock hard to keep him from cumming immediately. She took the tip in her mouth and smiled up at him. The kid's eyes were closed as he savored the sensations of my wife's tongue running along the underside of his cock. His cock disappeared into my wife's wide mouth, and she moved her head up and down in a slow face fuck. The kid put his hand on top of her head and pushed her head down so that his cock was in her mouth up to the hilt. My wife pulled her head off his prick and said, "How's that, sweetie?" She was looking at me when she said it. "Oh, geeze. Great!" he whispered. His cock disappeared into her mouth again. She pulled back again. "Tell me when you're going to cum, baby. I want to be ready," she said. He just nodded. Her head went down again. I could see her tongue working as his hard dick slid in and out of her mouth. "I'm going to cum." he said. My wife pulled off him and grabbed his cock hard behind the head, locking the sperm in his cock. She gave me a quick look before she released it and let the first spurt hit her face just under the left eye. She stuffed his cock back into her mouth, and I saw her swallow several times as the kid continued to shoot wads of cum into her mouth. After he had finished coming and she had sucked him dry, she turned her face in my direction a scraped a large wad of sperm off her face onto her index finger. She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked the cum from it. She smiled at the kid and said, "All done, sweetie." He began pulling up his pants while I retreated to the den so he would not see me as he left. She was in the living room when I came out of the den. "He had a really big load," she giggled. "I've got a big load myself," I said. My wife got down on her knees. "I'll take care of it for you. Okay?" She had a big grin on her face. I unzipped and pulled out my hard-on. "Thanks." she said as she took it into her mouth. I was not sure if she was thanking me for my cock or his. She really worked her tongue on the underside of my stiff dick, and I started to shoot my wad pretty quickly, just like a young kid. She took most of it in the mouth, but I pulled out for a shot on her face. She grabbed it and drained my cock down her throat. 5636 1.58/512345

A Wish Fulfilled Gone Awry part 1

A Wish Fulfilled Gone Awry (part one) I suppose I shouldn't complain. I mean I got what I asked for, in a way. It's all so confusing when I look back on it and try to make sense of it all. Everything was going so well. I had everything a guy could want and then Amber even went through with the surgery to fulfill one of my most secret and now that I think about it selfish desires. I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I decided to put it all on paper, being the analytical guy that I am, so that I could determine what to do next. Maybe you'll have some ideas and can let me know. I guess I'll just start at the beginning. My name is Tim and I'm what you would call an average guy. Around 5'-10" tall, short light brown hair, and wire rim glasses. I graduated from a large University in Ohio a few years ago, not too far from where I grew up. My degree, as everyone in my small hometown knew it would be, was accounting. My father was a CPA, his father was an accountant, and his father's father was a bookkeeper. I figured it was in the genes and who was I to go and stir things up. I'm somewhat reserved, which I believe comes with the accounting personality, which is why I considered myself the luckiest guy in the world. Not for being reserved, but for the girl I ended up meeting and marrying. Amber was a dream come true for me. I'm not going to kid you and say she was playboy material, but for me she came pretty darn close. I met her my sophomore year in one of the few courses I was required to take outside of my major - English literature. Our eyes made contact the very first day of class and something just seemed to click. I knew she would be the one. Amber was from a small Midwest town as well and several months into our dating I would find out she was a virgin like myself, saving herself for marriage. Our University was huge, but somehow it only seemed like the two of us from there on out. I really need to describe Amber to help you get the gist of what was to happen latter on. Amber has straight dirty blonde hair, sparkling emerald green eyes, and a sprinkling of freckles across her petite nose, which I find particularly sexy, especially when they matched the ones across the top of her breasts, which I was delighted to see on our honeymoon. Fortunately for me Amber stood only about 5'-4", so I always enjoyed a height advantage, even when she was in heels. Her butt seemed to match her nose, cute, and petite. I got an erection every time I saw her in a pair of tight jeans or workout shorts. Probably the only thing more I could have wished for were a pair of big tits. Don't get me wrong, I loved her awesome ass, but I always bought the playboy magazine for the perfect breasts all the centerfolds seemed to have. Amber wasn't completely flat, but her 32As weren't her best assets. Like I said, we dated all through college. I ended up with my degree in accounting and Amber with her degree in nursing. Those were the days when I masturbated all the time. We had decided we would not have sex until we were married and in those days, pre-Clinton, that included ALL kinds of sex. We kissed, a lot, and I know she felt my erection pressing into her stomach more than a few times, but that was as far as we went. A week after graduation we were married and then it was off to a one hospital town about three hours from the University, where we both landed jobs. Everything went great that first year. "Aaaaaaaaaaah...that feels soooo good Tim," Amber cried out in the dark. Her first orgasm with me a few days after she had lost her cherry to me. "Uuuuuuugh...yeahhhh," I followed, thrusting my penis in her as far as it would go. "I love you so much Amber," I remember whispering in her ear as we lay there cuddling together in post-orgasmic bliss. It seemed like we had the perfect life. Great jobs, two incomes, a great midwestern town with little if any crime, and us. I remember the first night we had the light on while we were in the midst of foreplay kissing and Amber moved her head down my stomach until her face was right in front of my penis. "A penis, sure is funny looking," she said, "are they all like this?" I didn't know what the heck she wanted to know, so I took a stab at it. "You're the nurse honey, you know some of them are circumcised and some of them aren't." "No, I mean size wise." The moment of truth for me. As I told you before, I'm an average guy, and in the penis department it didn't change. Fully erect I was around 4-1/2 inches long, but of course I rounded up. I had seen a couple of the black athletes at our school in the locker room, there weren't very many that attended the school, and I wasn't about to tell her what I had seen. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, or so I had thought. "Yeah, well I measure around five inches, which I would say is pretty common. A lot of guys are smaller and a few might be a 1/2 inch to an inch longer, but all in all the guys I've seen in the locker room are all the same." "That's what I thought," she smiled, "I love yours and I'm glad it's all mine!" she giggled and leaned forward and kissed it. "You don't think that's dirty do you?" she asked. "No..no!" I said, "I think it's great. I don't want you to be afraid of it." Then she stuck out her tongue and touched it. My penis jerked and she laughed. "Does that excite you, Tim?" "Oh baby, yeah," I moaned, wanting her to take it in her mouth. She licked at my dick a few more times and then rolled over so I could get on top of her again in our standard missionary position and stick it in her. Her pussy was so tight. I can still remember that feeling, trying to push myself into her and meeting resistance the entire way in. Her muscles squeezing me hard and keeping my penis erect. So much so that I always seemed to cum in a few short minutes. After we came down from our euphoria, she whispered those sweet nothings in my ear, "I hope it will always be this way Tim." Now that I'm writing it down, this is where the beginning of the road was that took use to another fork in a road and to another divide and so on, each time bringing us into uncharted waters that would change out relationship every time. I came home from work to my bride of two years and broke the news that the senior management at the accounting firm had sold out to a national company and that they were shutting down our office in four weeks. Our options were for me to forge out on my own, go back to school for an advanced degree, or look for a new position in another city. Amber comforted me and pretty much took it in stride. "Don't get down, honey, you're very smart, I'm sure there are a dozen places that would hire you." "Well, the job market's pretty tight right now, and I'm not the best at communications. I don't really want to have to start marketing myself." "Did you talk with Mr. Hatcher? He always seemed to be very up-front and honest with you." "Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. He said he had a shoe-in job for me that actually pays $10,000 a year more than I'm making now." "So what's the problem?" Amber asked happily. "The catch is, it's in South Florida." "And..." she hesitated. "What do you mean, and? We've always lived in Ohio. We've never even been to Florida before." "Come on Tim, be adventuresome. It's not like we have two kids we're dragging along. Let's see if it's our destiny. I'll poke around tomorrow and see if they have any openings in hospitals in that area and if they do we can go for it!" After that it was a whirlwind. There was a great job only a few blocks from where I would be working for Amber, with higher pay, and they were even going to pay for moving expenses. Three weeks later we said goodbye to friends, family, and our life in Ohio and set off for the great unknown. * * * * To say things were different in South Florida would be an understatement. For two na 8890 1.36/512345

Celibate On My Honeymoon

Celibate On My Honeymoon By WimpHub Chapter 1 Victoria was 16 when I first met her, and I was 36. She is the daughter of my business colleague, a stunning redhead, 5' 2" with large breasts and shapely legs. She flirted with me shamelessly from the beginning, and I soon became besotted with her. I started to see her more often, and eventually, with the blessing of her parents, it was decided we would marry when she was 18. She is an only child, and I was aware that she is strong willed and used to having her own way. For her part, she liked the fact that I am docile, submissive even, and soon became the dominant partner in our relationship. It did not take her long to find out my little kinks, in particular my foot fetish, which she loved to exploit. During our courtship period she would not let me fuck her, although she had told me that she had been sexually active since the age of 14. During our times alone she would have me on my knees for hours, firstly licking and sucking her pretty feet, and then sucking her pussy to at least two orgasms. In return she would play with my modest cock until I was ready to come, and then take great delight in stuffing it back, unsatisfied, into my trousers. While doing this, she would often comment that I had the smallest cock she had ever seen, and taunt me that she would probably not feel it when she did eventually let me fuck her. At last she reached 18, and we were married. We left for the airport to travel to Spain directly from the reception, taking the night flight to Teneriffe. This meant I would not get the chance to consummate our marriage until we were in Spain. Early next morning we were at the hotel booking in, when I noticed my wife looking behind me. As I turned, I saw that her attention had been taken by a tall black man, probably a year or two older than her. "He's gorgeous" she purred, "I bet he doesn't have a tiny little boy's cock like you darling, given the chance he could probably fuck me senseless!" I reminded Victoria that this was our honeymoon and she should be thinking of me. She just smirked. The young man noticed Victoria looking at him and smiled. To my annoyance, Victoria waved at him, and he made his way over to us. He totally ignored me, and put his hand out to my wife. "Hi, I'm Tony" he said, "nice to meet you." "Likewise" answered Victoria, taking his hand. "Have you been here long?" "Just arrived" he responded, "I'm here for two weeks." "Us too", my wife countered, "why don't you join us for a drink in the ballroom tonight?" Tony agreed immediately, and said he would see her later. Still ignoring me, he turned and left. I asked my wife sulkily why she had done that, and she merely replied that it would be nice to make friends while we were there. We went silently to our room to get settled, and spent the afternoon taking a look round the resort. Chapter 2 We were getting ready to go to the ballroom in the evening, and I noticed my wife was taking extra care with her preparation. She had chosen her shortest navy blue dress, which finished half way up her thigh, and which was very low cut at the front, showing about half of her ample breasts. I was sure she had not put on any underwear, and her sexy white legs were left bare. Arriving at the ballroom, we found a table and got comfortable. Victoria kept looking around, taking little notice of anything I was saying, and I began to get very jealous, knowing that she was looking for Tony. Eventually he arrived, and kissed my young wife on the cheek before sitting next to her. Again, I was ignored. My wife told me imperiously to get our new friend a drink. When I returned, they were deep in conversation, laughing and joking together. After a while, Tony asked my wife if she would like to dance. She readily agreed, and the spent the next twenty minutes gyrating to the loud disco music. Eventually, they came back to the table and sat down together. I asked Victoria if she wanted to dance with me, but she declined, saying she wanted a breather. Having said that, a slow number came on, and Tony took her willingly back to the dance floor. I watched as she put her arms around his neck, and he grabbed her arse, pulling her close to him. As they danced, they whispered constantly to each other, and then to my horror, he bent his face to hers and french kissed her passionately. My mind was in turmoil as I waited for my wife to come back to me. When they eventually returned, Victoria leaned over to me and unleashed a bombshell. "Tony has told me that he finds me incredibly sexy, and he wants to have me tonight. I know it is our honeymoon, but we have all the rest of our lives together, so let's call it a last fling eh?" I said I could not believe she had said that, and would not countenance her sleeping with anyone but me. She leaned closer and whispered in my ear. "I wasn't asking you, I was telling you. If you want to see me at all during this holiday, you will go along with whatever I want, understand?" Like a complete fool, I agreed to her demands. With that, she grabbed Tony's hand and said: "Let's go, I am soaking wet thinking about that big cock you have for me. Don't wait up, darling, I will be back in the morning." Laughing, they left for Tony's room. I went back to our room, and slept fitfully, my mind full of images of my young wife giving to the black man what she still had not given to me. Chapter 3 I was already up when Victoria breezed into our room at nine the next morning. She looked flushed, and was in a very happy mood. "Did you have a good time?" I asked superfluously. "The best ever" she replied happily, "Tony fucked me four times last night with his huge cock, and I lost count of the number of times he made me cum. I behaved like a complete slut, constantly begging for more of his black meat. Then, as I was leaving this morning, he pushed me up against the wall, and rammed into me like a man possessed. I screamed out as he gave me my fifth helping of cum. Look at this!" She raised her dress, showing her puffy pussy, the hairs matted with her new lover's cum. In spite of my jealousy, and the pain her story was causing me, I had a raging hard on. "Do you think we could go to bed now?" I asked meekly, "After all, we have not consummated the marriage yet." "Not now, darling" she replied, "I need a break after the pounding my cunt has taken. I tell you what, you can lick my pussy gently if you like, if you don't mind it being a bit messy." Willing to do anything to get close to my wife again, I knelt before her. As I began the unpleasant task of lapping up Tony's juices, she stroked my hair. "That's it darling, suck all of Tony's sticky cum out of me, show me that you accept that I can cuckold you any time I like." "But I don't want to be a cuckold" I pleaded, "I want it to be just you and I" "I have seen your cock, remember?" she answered . "You are not man enough for me on your own. There will always be other cocks giving me the satisfaction you can't, and after last night I expect they will all be black!" She then informed me that I would also have to clean her up at the back, as Tony had put one load up her arse. As I knelt before my new wife, my tongue pushing into her arsehole cleaning out another man's cum, I feared for the future, and began to wonder if I had made the biggest mistake of my life. When Victoria was satisfied with my cleaning, she went to shower and change. She came out, wearing a small top with no bra, and a pair of white shorts. She looked great, and I perked up a little. I asked her where she wanted to go, and she informed me that she had arranged to go into town with Tony. "Why don't you relax by the pool?" she asked, "and I will see you there later". My depression returned immediately. About one in the afternoon, I saw my wife and Tony approaching me, hand in hand. "Hello darling" she cooed, "had a good morning?" Without waiting for an answer, she advised me that she and Tony were going to his room. "This horny bastard wants to feel my mouth around his cock again, before I spread my legs for him" she laughed. We will meet you in the ballroom tonight." Chapter 4 I sat alone in the ballroom, awaiting the arrival of my wife and Tony. When they arrived, I was shocked to see that Victoria looked a total slut. Heavily made up, with a dress that hardly covered her breasts and pussy. They sat down, and my wife ordered me to get the drinks. I came back to see them with their hands all over each other, laughing and whispering. I sat there for a while, looking and feeling very miserable. Eventually, my wife spoke to me. "Do you realise how stupid you look, sitting there like a spare prick at a wedding, with that miserable look on your face?" She kicked off her shoes. "I can't bear to look at you any more. Get under the table and lick my feet for a while." I hesitated. "Do it!" she spat, and I got to my knees under the table and took her little foot in my hands. While I was licking her feet and sucking her toes, the waitress came over and asked if everything was alright. "It's OK" said my wife, "my husband is an impotent little wimp, who can only get an erection by sucking my feet. Get up darling, the waitress wants to take our order." I got up red faced to see the waitress looking at me with undisguised contempt. This caused Tony and my wife to erupt with laughter. I dearly wished I was somewhere else. Time passed, and I realised that Victoria was dying to take Tony's cock again. "Walk us back to Tony's room" my wife ordered as they got up. They walked ahead, arms around each other, while I followed a few paces behind, head bowed. When we reached Tony's room, my wife said she wanted a goodnight kiss. I leaned forward, but she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to my knees, Lifting her skirt, she showed me her uncovered pussy and ordered me to kiss it, and not stop kissing it until I was told. I began kissing, aware that lots of people were passing by on the way to their rooms. One married couple, the worse for drink, stopped to watch. "You have him well trained!" laughed the man. "Yes" agreed my wife, "my husband is kissing my pussy goodnight, before my lover does exactly what he wants with it." "What a pathetic little pervert!" sneered the man's wife, "he deserves to be a cuckold, if he were my husband I would slap him silly" The four of them laughed, and the couple left. I was dragged to my feet, and my wife told me to go back to the room while she took a few more loads from Tony. Chapter 5 It was our last night. As usual, I walked back with my wife and Tony to his room. When we got there, Tony spoke. "I was thinking, as your husband hasn't been allowed to have you, perhaps he would like to watch you being fucked by a real man?" His words had an immediate effect on my cock, which did not go unnoticed by my wife. Rubbing the front of my trousers, she said: "I think his cock has answered for him. Let's make it as humiliating as possible for him." With that, she ordered me to go inside and strip. When they had finished laughing at my poor excuse for a cock, Victoria ordered me to stand in front of her and undress her. I undid her blouse, revealing her large breasts, still showing signs of the love bites Tony had put there over the last two weeks. I was made to suck her nipples. Getting over excited, I caressed her breast with my hand. I was given a stinging slap across the face for my trouble, and my wife said: "This is not for your pleasure, it is for mine and Tony's" Then she went on teasingly: "You would really love to fuck me now, wouldn't you darling? Your little cock is getting all hard in anticipation!" Taking Tony's rapidly hardening cock in her hand, she went on: "Which one do you think I would rather fuck darling, this one I can't get my hand around, or yours which I can hardly see?" She and Tony laughed at her humiliation of me, as I agreed that his would give her more pleasure. Having removed the rest of her clothes, I was pushed to my knees and told to make her wet to receive Tony's cock, while she kissed him passionately and fondled his large weapon. When they were both ready, I lay on my back on the floor while Victoria straddled my face, facing my feet. From there I had a close up view of the beautiful pussy that had been denied to me. Tony knelt behind her, and I watched as he slowly fed the full length of his cock into my willing wife. "Oh that's it gasped my wife, "give it all to me Tony, show him how you have mastered me with that big black fuckstick over the last fortnight. Show him how you have made me addicted to big black cock, and how I will be a slut for it from now on!" Tony began to fuck my wife in earnest, with her crying out orgasm after orgasm, using the filthiest language I have ever heard. All the time I could see his cock sliding in and out of Victoria's cunt, just a few inches away. Finally, he announced he was about to cum. "Yes, Tony" shouted my wife, "shoot your load deep into his unfaithful wife, empty those big black balls into my belly!" With a cry, Tony duly obliged. When Tony withdrew, my wife lowered her sopping cunt on to my face, and rubbed the mixture of Tony's cum and her juices all over it. I was then made to stand. I went to wipe my face, but my wife told me to leave it. She wanted me to go back to my room with the slime on my face, in the hope that plenty of people would see me looking stupid. "I want to see it on your face when I return in the morning" she said, "or else!" I returned to my room as ordered while my wife enjoyed her last night with Tony. The next morning, as we were ready to leave, Victoria was locked in a long, loving embrace with her lover. She kissed him goodbye, and he left, promising to call her sometime. Victoria turned to me and said: "This is what married life is going to be like for you. Now I have tasted black cock, I intend to carry on finding it when we get home. To be honest, I don't think that little boy's cock will ever find it's way inside me, so get used to it." I was devastated. I had a beautiful, young sexy wife, and I was being told I could never have her. I cried myself to sleep that night, as I have done on many nights since then. WimpHub @Hotmail.com 9889 1.74/512345

Is She Or Isn't She? Pt 4

IS SHE OR ISN'T SHE? Pt 4 By Deni Wom He laid there for what felt like hours, thinking. His brain would not stop working the problem. And always there was the ache in his cock. His erection would not go away. He tried to crush it with his elbow, but that brought only momentary relief. He tried to pull his balls, his scrotum, but that did nothing beneficial. Finally he inserted his middle finger into his rectum and massaged the inner base of his penis. That helped a little, so he continued, bent over sideways, straining to push his finger up inside him as far as he could reach. What was going on? She had never even indicated she was unhappy. Never been particularly demanding in bed. In fact, her new attitude toward him baffled him completely. Could she really be fucking around on him? 'Stupid ass,' he thought, 'of course she is! You saw the cum on her underwear, you idiot! And my god what a load of cum it was. Could one man produce that much cum? Maybe she had been gang banged.' He thought he knew what that was. His cock ached even harder, thinking about her with another man. His heart thumped in emotional pain, and his cock felt each pulse of his aching heart. God, his cock and heart were both equally miserable. Could his beloved Staci really be having an affair? She certainly was not hiding it. He wished he had the guts to just ask her. Fuck! How had it come to this anyway? He bet himself that her lover was black, those black cocks are supposed to produce lots of cum. That had to be it, he was black and pumped her so full of his cum it just ran out. But my god she had so much inside her last when she flushed it out in the shower while he watched her touch her self. He must have drifted off, because he remembered dreaming about a hand stroking his penis when he woke back up. Her sexy purr whispered to him "Hey honey! You rolled over and you were hard again, so I started touching you and you started moaning in your sleep! Let me help you cum again honey! Wait, I want to suck on your penis Bob!" She swiveled in bed and dove under the covers. He felt her lips kiss him, then her tongue caress his glans. The horrible ache was back full force. It hurt so much that he could not enjoy her soft mouth on him. He had begged her to do exactly this, and now when she finally did it, he could not enjoy it! 'God, what is the matter with me? My sexy gorgeous wife is finally sucking my dick and I am just thinking about how much my cock aches!' He decided he needed to fantasize about something so he could cum in her mouth now that she was sucking on him. God, it did feel so damn good. 'Let's see, what should I fantasize about.' But all he could think about was a black cock fucking her perfect body. Try as he might, he could not think about anything else. He stood in a room, incense burning, hip hop on the stereo, his black skin over her white body, and she was buried under him, her legs up over his shoulders as the huge thick black cock pounded her full of long thick black meat. She was moaning and groaning and encouraging the black man to fuck her harder, harder! He could hear her sexy voice purring, mewling in desperate need, 'Oh god I am cummingggggggg, oh god your cock feels so fucking good in me, so long, so full, so thick, oh my GOD! I am so close, oh fuck shit I am going to cum again, cum inside me you big black stallion! YES! Shoot your black cum inside my white fucking cunt. Fill me with your baby making cum honey! YES, bury it deep up my twat! YES! Right next to my cervix so it can make me pregnant! Yes breed me black! You fucking black stallion. Fuck me with your horse cock full of your black seed! Oh godddddddddddddddddd! I am cumming! Come on, fuck your little white slut full of your black cock cum!' As his aching rigid cock filled his beloved wife's mouth with his few drops of cum, his mind watched her take a huge load of black cum deep inside her ready needy fertile womb. Totally spent, he did not even realize he was asleep again. 3129 1.27/512345

The Young Cuckold

THE YOUNG CUCKOLD (True story) The following story is closely based on a true story involving my beautiful curvaceous wife, myself, and our very best friends who enjoy the same sacrament of marriage that my wife and I entered into.. I dont mean a 4 way marriage, just the traditional hetero church style marriage that got a little complicated later on. To protect identities and reputations, names have been changed but the facts are largely the same. A little about my wife and I. I am a bit of a loner from a single child family who's parents raised me in the traditional early 20th century style. My parents got together after failed marriages, and decided to simplify their lives by leaving the industrialed rat-races of New-york and the Californian half. They moved to a not too unfamiliar land thousands of kilometers away. It is here where I was born and raised a catholic boy, and taught morals non-existent in the modern united states of America. Most of my childhood was spent under the guise of my dominant father, and my pleasant and loving but shy and timid mother. We went to church every Sunday, but went to the closest public school as that was all my aging welfare dependent parents could afford. Nevertheless my father was a good man, and wasn't prepared to let his son (his second chance in life) fall by the wayside of a modern casual urban lifestyle. I was home-bound after school most days, and only hung around kids whose parents were religious or ethical and well mannered. Anyway, I soon got used to my dad's strict expectations, and spent hour upon hour at home studying for my end of high school examinations (tests). These are to see if I'd qualify for university. My dad convinced me that this was the only sensible option for the smart young man he thought I was.. My grades however were only a reflection of the number of hours I spent reading my textbooks, not my intelligence. Thus I lost out on a social upbringing. I had no friends, just a few mates I hung around with at lunch time. I had all kinds of ideas growing up of what to do with my life, but none seemed all that forthright that I'd go against the wisdom of my pre-second world war father. The great depression taught him to be prudential and avoid risk. So off to uni I went to become a teacher. Teaching after all is a secure profession, as governments always provide at least basic educational opportunities for the less fortunate children. Also I had become used to a reclusive lifestyle with my head stuck in a book instead of a pint of lager like most of my peers. Newly graduated teachers were given easy access to jobs in rural areas. Things quickly changed when I started university. I was in student accommodation, and had to be self driven. I totally lacked an intrinsic interest in teaching however, and just cruised through my first year of studies. I was jealous of all of my peers who effortlessly fitted into the social party circles that uni offered, but could never fully break into it myself. Lack of interest in my studies lead to me dropping out, but not until another 2 full years of failing and lying to my proud father. Eventually I was expelled and had to find work. My dad would have had an early death if he knew I had become a factory slave. So I covered everything up, and worked on an escape plan. My plan was to build a revolutionary business around phone and internet sales. My plan could have worked, however I lacked capital, and so entering the "blue collar" workforce was my only option. Facing student debts, no drivers license and no crash-pad, I relied on the help of an old friend. We were going to set a business up in partnership, but we'd both have to work and save for it. I am in no way interested in the opposite sex, but apparently he had an interest in me. After a couple of more than forthwright advances on his part I had to break free. I was no alpha-male, but still had some charm and so managed to catch the eye of a young lady named Tammy. She was my first sex partner, and had a truckload more experience than me. She was a slender 5' 5" girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes, and she knew how to work it. I was a complete novice, but god the sex was good. She was full of life, and opened my eyes up to a completely different world. However I was just a fling for here, but because of her I was forever changed. After she left me at that trailer park, I wasted no time. I broke the ice with a very curvy, beautiful girl from my work who had hollywood looks. We didn't waste any time. I made up for my lost teenage years and went for her like a comet heading for the sun. She was only 19 and I was surprised at how unreserved she was. I fell madly in love with her and we had sex on our second date, and every day for the next week. Needless to say unprotected sex leads to all kinds of things. Her hormones must have been skyrocketing, and before she knew what landed her in the psychiatric ward of the local hospital, she was pregnant. I comforted her however, and told her I'd be there for her and possibly "OUR" child. I say possibly because she had just kicked out her two-timing fiance before we met, and regrettably we weren't sure the baby was mine. However dating-ultra sounds concluded that the baby definitely was mine. Although the sex was full on, we hardly knew each other. I found out later that she'd need a full page notepad to write down all of her boyfriends and one-night sexual encounters, but I couldn't hold this against her. It was of course her upbringing. She lacked love from her parents and after her mother died in her late teens, went in search of it in all of the wrong places. As a result, an event occurred that will forever crystallize my perception of my wife. After her confirmed pregnancy test, and me carelessly doing something stupid to lose my low paying job, we went out to the biggest night club in town. They played all of the best music of the last 3 decades in a dark and crowded basement, and they sold overpriced drinks. But I didn't care about the money, my life I figured was forever changed and I'd do for Anika whatever she wanted. As it turned out she wanted to dance a slow dance with a co-worker, but assured me that they were just good friends and that I should go outside for 5 minutes so I don't get jealous. I stayed outside for double that. When I came back in, I couldn't find her. The room was small, but it was dark. I kept scanning and re-scanning across the room, and just as I was about to give up I spotted her. Hands were all over her and her back was arched, and was looking up straight into the eyes of the co-worker. My heart skipped a beat. I instantly noticed that he had his tongue fully embedded in her beautiful face and that she was doing nothing to stop him. They pressed hard against each other and kept increased their tempo. I couldn't handle it any more. I was thinking about punching his lights out, or reversing over her in the car-park, but numb from my excessive alcohol consumption, I could do nothing. Anika's friend Breanda saw what was going on, and grabbed her by the arm and lead her away to the girls bathroom. I was furious, but something happened to me. I couldn't help this feeling that it wasn't her fault. It was most probably the alcohol, and definitely her wild teenage years that were the culprits. Strangely I was turned on by the sight of her infidelity, and this would shape our relationship for the rest of our lives. At this point in my life I was keen for some certainty and direction. I didn't want to be a loner any longer, but could no longer live up to my fathers career expectations of me. Despite her brief and unfulfilled infidelity it seemed like a practical decision to propose marriage to her and at least have some certainty in my life. I couldn't hold the fact that she was more sexually liberal than me against her. So we then proceeded to put together the great OZ dream. A beautiful wife, hardworking husband, children, and a 4 bedroom house to call a home. Took a while to make this all happen, but I was determined. Naive as I was I also thought there'd be room for my own grand business ambitions. So, against the will of my newly married wife Anika I moved to a new state. She of course followed, but was keen to smash my plans to smithereens. After a month of searching I landed a high-paying / low skilled job. The rate of pay was good, the night-shift loading was great, and the amount of overtime was out-standing. It seemed like anything would be possible. Ambitions were one thing, but it seemed that I didn't pay attention to the most important things, "my family". Anika needed love and was lacking it, and after a two pregnancies, baby blues, and only seeing me briefly between my 70+ hours of work that I did every week, she went out in search of it. Even on my only night off work, I was beat and was only too happy to let her have a night out on the town while I relaxed and watched some sports on TV.. After all, babysitters are very expensive, and so are nightclubs. As it turned out Anika didn't need much money to have a good time on Saturday nights. Blokes were only too willing to buy a drink for a vixen like my wife. Although I was jealous of the attention she gave these men, I felt strongly that she wouldn't leave me. I was prepared to give her this freedom, as I figured I wouldn't be able to satisfy her needs that she has been able to fulfill in the past. With little effort I was able to live my sexual fantasies vicariously through my wife's casual encounters. Occasionally things would get more serious for her. As much as we were both enjoying the freedom and excitement of a new life in a strange new city, we lacked a sense of belonging and a family support network. Before long we decided it would be beneficial for her to branch out to parenting networks during the day. At first she was shy to meet other mums, and only had a few acquaintances. A playgroup in Sefton provided the ideal location for our children to play and my wife to make new friends. A year later after the birth of our 3rd child and first girl, my wife broke the ice with a tall beautiful woman named Monika. They hit it off from the start, and become best friends. As their friendship grew, they met up for coffees and meals and went to family department stores together to buy everyday needs. Soon I was introduced to Monika and her husband Sedric. We held a lot in common. Monika and Anika were stay at home mums, and Sedric and I worked long hours as the sole bread-winners in our respective families. I envied Sedric however as he had a much higher paying job than me, and had plenty of time off from work to spend with his family. The money I earned was good, and paid for our everyday needs, but was not quite enough and my dreams of starting the internet business quickly evaporated. But what the heck, I had just been introduced to a couple that would become our best friends in the world, and my wife had a smile on her face that I hadn't seen since we first met. Also I had just become a permanent member of staff at the factory, so I could finally get us out of the rent trap. Blue-collar slavery never seemed so good. It soon became the norm that we met up every other week for a bbq and bourbon drinking session (girls had mixed vodka drinks). It was great, we talked and laughed about issues that surrounded our lives. I had never met a joker like Sedric. He was the kind of bloke I wish I could be. He had charm, personality, quick wit and looks that made my wife turn red whenever he'd look at her. Along with his very masculine day-job, he has also been in some beer commercials and Law&Order style TV crime shows. What a guy. Despite my obvious inadequacies, he seemed to accept me on an even playing field with him. He was a talker, and I was a listener. He told wild yet true stories that I'd struggle to keep up with, and all I could offer was my admiration for his eventful fulfilling yet sometimes perilous lifestyle (being an unpaid security bouncer at an exclusive Kingscross nightclub)... Those days were of course behind him and now he is as content as I am with my settled down lifestyle. As time went on, our nights out got wilder and wilder. We never managed to go on any double dates as such, but we did do girl night and guys night. We also went on a nature weekend to the mighty Murray river chalets. Thanks to Anikas loose lips Monika and Sedric in turn learned about our somewhat open marriage. To my surprise, it didn't bother them. They of course wouldn't dream of stepping over marital boundaries (So I thought), but were astonished and intrigued by my relaxed approval for my wife's wistful ways. I occasionally fantasized about a day things might progress to wife swapping between us all, as Monika was a stunning looking woman. However I wouldn't ever wish to jeopardize the great friendship we all had by overstepping any boundaries. Not to mention Anika would kill me. Id have to say that I'd do anything for Anika, and this is what makes me a true cuckold. Constructive jealousies ran red hot. I don't mean infidelity, more of a "keeping up with the Jones's" kind of scenario. He had a great job, I had a slightly larger family. Monika had a well maintained model like body, and Anika enjoyed sexual freedoms Monika would only dare dream of. Their grand ambition of building a beach-side mansion was coming along nicely, and it wasn't long before Monika became pregnant with their 2nd child. Anika and I were very happy for them, and would do anything to help them out. Strangely as fate would have it my youngest boy developed a fever which quickly turned into convulsions. My wife panicked as you would expect, and alerted her friend Monika who quickly rushed over to our house. An ambulance came immediately after to take our son Jason to the hospital. I rushed home from work and thanks to Monika who watched after the other kids, I was able to follow the ambulance. Jason soon returned to normal, but we were forever thankful for Monikas generous use of her time. No more than a week later Monika fell extremely ill with appendicitis. Her unborn baby and her own life was highly at risk. Sedric had just gotten back from his offshore work and spent day upon day at Monikas bedside. Looking after their girl Sarah was the least Anika felt she could do for them. The massive infection in Monika's appendix had her on the verge of death. Anika and I didn't know what we could do for them. Sarah knew nothing about what was happening to her mum. It was a difficult time for all of us. After two whole weeks in hospital, emergency surgery, and gallons of intravenous antibiotic drips, Monika was finally cleared to go home. From then on our friendship was forever cemented, and we'd do anything for each other. Time went on, and it seemed that my beautiful wife Anika was just a little jealous of Monika and her rather obvious baby bump. We'd already had 3 our selves, but when you are on a winner, there is no stopping lady luck. Anika and I had sex occasionally, but we lacked any real passion when we did it. Anika did of course have casual encounters with other men, and made sure she used protection everytime. She was not serious about any of these men, they were just an escape for her from her ordinary traditional housewife existence. However she did have an eye on my best friend Sedric. I sensed a connection and chemistry between them both as they both shared similar experiences back in their wild teenage years. Occasionally while at their house I'd be settling one of our kids down for the night, Monika doing the same with Sarah, and I'd overhear electric conversation coming from their lounge room. I often fantasized about what this could lead to. It was a hot wild thought in my mind. My bombshell of a wife being enraptured by our best friend with an almost gladiator like appearance, I couldn't help wonder how far this might go. A week later my wife confided in me that she thought Sedric was hot and would sleep with him anytime. Although we had an open marriage, her admission still came as quite a shock.. I knew Monika would never allow it, so I asked Anika why she would risk a great friendship. She told me that it would be a risk that she was prepared to take. She said, it wouldn't hurt Monika if she never found out. I knew my wife was a risk taker, that's what excited me about her, but I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. I said to her "I dont know about this, these are good friends of ours, and you shouldn't just take them for granted". "We may never meet friends who could replace them", I continued almost out of supporting arguments. "Don't worry, I'll be careful if anything ever happens, probably wont happen anyway hun, so stop worrying" she said in an attempt to set my mind at ease. It didn't work though, my mind was racing, and my family jewels were of a mind of their own like diamonds in the rough. After yet another busy week at my job, I was gasping for a Saturday night bender, and some casual conversation (Maybe even to see Anika do Monikas make-up again) God she looked hot. What actually occurred I was not prepared for. Anika and I had a massive argument that morning about household chores and who was pulling their weight around our home. We both couldn't wait til later that afternoon when we could finally hit the ol bourbon bottle with our best friends and forget about our differences. When we arrived at their house, Monika was not up for it. In her second trimester, she was experiencing constant morning sickness and I felt very bad for her. Anika and I were about to head home when Monika told us we could stay. She didn't mind if Sedric had a drink with us while we watched a few movies. She on the other hand hit the sack early that night, but we were only 1/4 the way through our bourbon. seizing the opportunity it seemed, Anika made it her job to mix the bourbon and coke. Anika doesn't normally like the hard stuff, but I guess she made an exception on this occasion. While I was listening to another one of Sedrics stories about his off-shore work, I noticed Anika had mixed a couple very strong drinks, and then an even stronger one. As it turned out she handed me the stronger one. "could she be trying to get me drunk?" I thought. "Why would she do that?" She normally hates seeing me with a hangover and sleeping-in in the mornings. Anyway, I drank up. We had a few more rounds, and the bourbon was almost finished. I had almost totally forgotten about what we were talking about, and started to drift off. I still had an awareness however of the escalating conversation between Anika and Sedric. They poured another drink, but decided not to pour me one as I appeared to be falling asleep on the sofa. My eyes were shut, but my ears were passing on every spoken sylabol to my brain. At this point I didn't care about ethics, and maintaining good friendships. I was itching to see how far my wild, beautiful and bodacious wife would go with this. They went outside but left me inside. I could still hear some of their conversation. I could hear occasional phrases like "doesn't give me enough attention", and "spends more time at work than he does at home", intermingled with silences and sobbing, and Sedric saying "its okay". what I was hearing was driving me crazy. The conversation was pretty intense for over half an hour, and suddenly it seemed to drop off. I no longer heard any sobbing, mostly just silence. I then started to hear the rustling of clothes. My mind was racing "was she getting naked in front of him", "or was he the one instigating clothing removal"? Pretty soon I hear my poor dear wife softly moaning. At this stage I knew it was happening for sure. I had a massive hard-on, and didn't know what to do with it. Seemed Sedric was taking away my options. I slowly and bravely opened up one eye in an attempt to see through the concrete wall. As it turned out, I didn't need to have super-hero x-ray vision, I could see the outline of my wife's shoulders, and large breasts garnished by her long flowing blonde hair in the dim late evening light. I could see her outline as she opened her lips and let out a cry of shear pleasure. It was now quite clear to me that she was on all fours, and my best friend was now buried deep inside of my wife. I could see her through the thin mesh fly screen wire as he rode into her like a bull-fighting stallion. I quickly reached for the TV remote, and slowly proceeded to turn the DVD volume down so I could hear more of my wife. I could also hear chimes ringing in the early summer breeze. All I could see was my wife, maybe she wanted me to see this. Soon Sedric came into view as he laid his muscular suntanned six pack on my wife's creamy bare back. Their movements were getting faster now, and my wife sounded like she was on the edge of the abyss. I couldn't help my self, seeing this awesome sight made my blood thicken up like tree-sap amber. Sedric swifty but carefully grabbed a hold of Anikas hips and turned her around to face him. He then positioned his potent baby-maker at her opening. He quickly and expertly guided it all of the way in, as she was now fully lubricated. In the missionary position their rhythm quickly ramped up to locomotive speed, and before long she let out an uncontrollable shriek louder than I've ever heard. "He must be a lot bigger than me" I thought. I've never brought her to orgasm like that. As quickly as she became loud, Sedric covered her mouth with one of his large hands for fear of waking Monika up I guess. His pace picked up and suddenly he bottomed out on top of her, I can only imagine filling her up with his eastern european baby making seed. She then, moved his hand away from her mouth and softly uttered "thank you" to him. This was then followed by a deep passionate kiss that lasted twenty two seconds. When Anika and I arrived home, we put the kids back in bed. I couldn't wait to discuss the events of the evening. She hopped out of her nightie and laid on the bed in a lewd yet beautiful away, and asked me "so what did you think hunny"? I told her I was breathless, and couldn't conjure up words to express my feelings on the events that occurred. I asked her if she was on the pill, to which she told me that it wont mix with her anti-depressant medication so she stopped taking it. I opened my mouth to state my obvious worries, to which she placed a finger on my lips to stop me, and told me "dont worry hunny if I am pregnant we can afford it, you are on good money, and besides Sedric is your best friend, he's not just some stranger off the street". She added "A little variety wont hurt" she added "remember that nature documentary about evolution? Well, maybe we'll have a champion soccer player in the family after all". To that I went weak at the knees, and looked into her deep blue eyes and said "yes! a little Ronaldo would be a great addition to our family, but.. Monika can never find out about this". Anika was pleased by my compromise and said that she would reward me. I was all too excited, and stripped my pajamas in a flash and hopped on top of her. She then said "NO" not like this hunny, Im going to have Sedric's baby, this hole is reserved for him in the mean time. She then turned over and not so soberly crashed out flat on her tummy with her beautiful mango shaped cheeks looking at me. She told me not to take too long. "I have never had such a wonderful privilege as this" I thought. Sedric may have muscled his way in on some parts of my wife, but has also opened up a door that has never been opened to me before. I hopped on top of Anika with my rock hard placebo shooter. I slowly entered her gorgeous curvy and not to mention "virgin ass, and she was as tight as a rubber cover on a cricket-bat handle. Almost as soon as I got all 5 and a half inches inside of her I was about to cum. I went in and out about 4 times before I lost it and shot my load all at once. She then said in a soft voice "I love you hunny". Anika then rolled over and became alive again. I asked "what are you doing". She said "Im going to masturbate now". A minute later as she was working up a rhythm with her fingers I asked her "what are you thinking about?" She giggled and said "ummm... you know, Sedric". Anika and Sedric have had a couple of encounters since this most poignant moment in our marriage, but have been very careful not to let Monika know. Sedric told Anika that he doesn't want to lose the friendship that we all have, and more importantly his own marriage and family. On the other hand, he said he doesn't want the good times to end either, so Anika and Sedrics' meetings will have to be well planned and with all bases covered. I dont want it to end either, i have never before seen my wife with such a radiant glow, and she looks so incredibly sexy with her tummy poking out like an oversized bowling ball and belly button looking straight at me.. I've now cut my work hours back, to help out more around the house. My wife needs to conserve her energy to deliver a healthy baby. God I love my wife, and if I'm not too sentimental about it I love our best friends Monika and Sedric also. May we all live long and prosper. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. Oh and that reminds me, Sedric is coming over tonight to deliver Anika an early Christmas present. A little double-thick cream on her Christmas pudding perhaps? 15318 1.41/512345

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Sex and the Ex

Sex and the Ex by Susanna's Husband Although I harbored no hard feelings toward my ex-wife, I had no intentions of paying her a visit that morning. But as fate would have it, she needed my signature on some paperwork regarding an old CD that she wanted to cash in. Frustrated by the apparent oversight on someone's behalf, I kissed my wife Susanna and promised that this wouldn't take long. We'd been divorced for over ten years and during that time I'd only seen her a couple of times. Karen was a sophisticated woman, 5-8 with dishwater blonde hair. And although she was a bigger girl (not fat, just big) she had a figure that would turn any man's head. Especially when she dressed to show it off. Which, while we were married, wasn't very often. Her hips were wide, but her ass was firm. Her breasts were an eye-popping 44d. She had a pretty face as well, with full pouty lips and deep hypnotic blue eyes. As I followed her directions, I was a little suprised to see where they had lead me. She lived in a run-down trailer court on the south side of town. The trailer she lived in looked from the outside like it should have been condemned. Karen had always had expensive tastes and it startled me to see where she lived. No wonder she wanted to cash in a CD, I thought quietly to myself. After just a couple of knocks, Karen opened the door and ushered me in. The inside of the trailer was a mess, and Karen looked as if she had just gotten up. Her long blond hair was tangled and she wasn't wearing any make-up. In fact, she looked as if she were recovering from a hang over. But she did have a kind of satisfied glow about her as she gave me a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. As we were hugging, I thought I heard another door somewhere in the back ot the trailer quietly close. Karen apologized for her appearance and went to fix us both a drink. She was wearing a very tight fitting mini-skirt that was actually a little too short for her build, and all she had for a top was a white athletic bra or top, I didn't know exactly what to call it. Not that it mattered, since her nipples were protruding proudly through the fabric. When she returned, I sat down on a chair while she reclined on the couch across from me. As we talked, I couldn't help stealing an occassional glance at her breasts. For a split second I actually found myself remembering how she always kept those beautiful mounds sufficently covered back when we were married. Although she looked a little slutty, I couldn't help wondering why she didn't dress like this once in a while back then. As we were talking, someone knocked on the door. Karen called out for whoever it was to come on in. I was surprised to find a tall slender black man who looked to be in his mid-twenties. As she greeted him with a friendly kiss, I could have sworn he stole a casual squeeze of her breast. I saw him whisper something to her and she told him that she couldn't right now, because she was in the middle of something. I could see he was impatient and told her he had to be somewhere in a few minutes. Karen handed me the paper she wanted me to sign and as I looked it over, they kind of quietly argued as he sat down on the couch beside her. A couple of times I heard her tell him "Not now" and "later, okay?" Needless to say, I was having a hard time concentrating. I fought to urge to glance up for as long as I could, but when I heard my ex-wife whisper "you don't play fair, do you?" I had to sneak a peek. His hand was under her skirt, moving in a steady motion. His other hand was tweeking a nipple as their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. Instantly my dick began to harden. I politely excused myself, saying that I could come back later and take care of this. Karen again surprised me when she replied "just stay here, honey, this won't take very long." On that note, Karen stood up, took his hand, and led him down the hallway to her bedroom. A few seconds later I heard the door close. The first thing I did was re-arrange my erection. The second thing I did was strain to see if I could hear any tell-tale sounds. At first I thought I could hear faint sounds of them together, but within five minutes the straining was unnecessary. The bed was squeaking in a steady rhythm and Karen was moaning loudly. Quite frankly, I couldn't believe what was happening. Karen, my ultra conservative ex-wife was being mercilessly fucked by some young black stud! For some reason I leanded forward on the chair and glanced down the darkened hallway. It was then I noticed that the door was still opened just a crack. I suppose I should state here that I am a hopeless voyeur. I love to watch people having sex. In fact, I've watched my present wife Susanna have sex with other men on three different occassions. But Karen, I'd never seen her with another man. And I did try to talk her into it a time or two. But needless to say, she wouldn't budge. Although she cheated on me a couple times near the end, I never walked in on it or anything. Damn it. With this in mind, the question suddenly became,"Should I or shouldn't I?" Should I sneak down the hallway and peak through the crack or not? I hesitated as she let out a particularly loud moan. The bed squeak was picking up the pace. My cock was beginning to throb. It was so hard that it actually hurt. I caressed it a moment or two to ease the pain. But that only made it that much harder! Although it had been years since we'd been together, Karen had to know what this was doing to me. The squeaking suddenly stopped. Again I strained to listen. I could hear something, but I couldn't tell what. After only a couple of seconds it began again. They must have been changing positions. For an instant I was afraid I'd missed my voyeuristic opportunity. Again, the question burned through my soul. Do I watch or do I just sit here and jack off? Fuck no, I quickly re-considered, I was going to watch! Quietly I slipped down the hallway, careful not to make any noise. As I neared, the moans became louder, more audible. I could hear the guy panting as he pumped my ex-wife and Karen moaned over and over how good he felt inside of her. I had already imagined what I'd see, but when I leaned over and peered inside, the sight still caught me off guard. Karen's lover was on top pumping her with long powerful strokes. Karen's skirt was up around her waist and her athletic top was pushed up, exposing her 44d's. She was working her hips in perfect unison as he pistoned his glistening tool in and out of her. His dark brown ass was moving up and down between her thighs at a brisk steady pace. Her full breasts were flopping as they mated. The look on her lovely face was incredible. I tried to control my own heavy breathing as he panted that he was about to come. Karen urged him on, telling him to full her pussy with his come. With an almost evil grimace on her face she panted for him to "Fuck me! Fuck me with that big black dick of yours baby!" Apparently that was all the encouragement he needed. He told her he was about to come and she echoed the sentiment. A second or two later he was fulfilling his promise, injecting her vagina with what must have been a powerful load. Karen practically screamed she accepted his deposit with a climax of her own. For several seconds nothing was said as they regained their senses. At last, after all these years, I had finally watched the sex machine I once loved in bed with another man. I continued to observe until he finally rolled over, his softening member slipping out of it's temporary home. As he withdrew, I watched as a thick glob of sperm oozed out of her hole. Their interlude was complete. Quietly I slipped back down the hall and into my chair. A moment or two later, the guy emerged from the bedroom with a satisfied look on his face. "Later dude," he stated as he uncerimoniously headed outside. Quickly I found a pen and scratched my name on the document she wanted me to sign. I was intent on getting the hell out of there. Although my pretty wife Susanna didn't know it, she was about to have pationate sex the second I got home. I on Karen for about ten minutes before I finally announced I was leaving. Karen instead called for me to come back there first. Hesitantly I did, not knowing what I'd find. But when I stepped inside the room, my voluptious ex-wife was still lying on the bed, her skirt still up around her waist and her top still pulled up above her titties. She motioned me closer. "You always wanted to watch me fuck another man when we were married," she began, "Did you watch me this time? I left the door open for you." Needless to say, I was speechless. When I didn't answer right away, Karen reached out and caressed my crotch. "I see," she smiled rather coyly, "You did, didn't you?" "Yes," I managed to answer. "Did you enjoy it?" "A little." "A little," she repeated as she continued to stroke me, "Was it everything you hoped it would be?" For a moment I didn't know quite how to answer. "You're a very sexy woman, Karen," I stammered, "Especially when you're making love." Without warning Karen suddenly got up on her knees and kissed me full on the lips. It was a kiss so hot that I bareley even noticed that she unsnapped my pants. Without a word she lowered herself and guided my dick into her mouth. I closed my eyes and caressed her breasts as she continued to bathe me with oral affection. I couldn't believe the thoughts that were running through my brain. "You want to fuck me, don't you, baby?" she whispered as my cock slipped free of her lips. "Yesssss," I moaned, looking into her eyes. "Good," Karen whispered rather intently, "Remember, your cock belonged to me long before you started sticking it in what's her name." "Susanna..." "So here's what I want you to do," she instructed, "I want you to go home and fuck Little Susie with my dick. I want you to fuck her like she's never been fucked before." "But..." "No buts. Then tomorrow I want you back over here at exactly 9am." Before I could protest, Karen again slurped my penis between her lips. Within minutes I was having one of the more intense climaxes of my life. But, I realized as I finished shooting my load, things at home were about to change. I was in trouble. 3280 1.49/512345

Beach Trip 7

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