Life After Death Chapter 3

Pam woke up to the sun coming in the bedroom windows. She rolled over to grab Steve and realized he was no longer next to her. ?What the hell,? she said looking at the note on his pillow. ?Went out for a run around the lake. If I?m not back by the time you wake up, watch for me out the balcony doors, and yell at me as I go by,? was all it said. ?What is he nuts?? Pam thought. She wrapped a blanket around her, calling out for Steve. When there was no reply, she walked over to the French doors going out to the balcony and looked out. ?It can?t be over thirty degrees out there,? she thought, getting cold just thinking about being outside. She then proceeded to drag a chair over to the doors, sit down, and wait. Not more than fifteen minutes later, she saw me, huffing and puffing away. ?Hey sailor, you want to get laid,? she screamed out the doors waving her arms at me. I stopped, waved back and headed back to the building. ?God, I hope that was Steve,? she said as she shut the balcony door. ?If not, the guy was cute anyway.? ?How long have you been up?? ?About twenty minutes,? she replied. ?Isn?t it cold outside?? ?Not if you keep moving. Besides, running gives me a morning high,? I told her. ?Give me a couple of minutes to gab a shower and shave, and then I?ll make you a breakfast fit for a queen.? I was just stepping into the shower when I spied Pam walking towards me. ?You washed my back, how can I not return the favor,? she said smiling. Between the shower and the activities that followed, breakfast was delayed about an hour and a half. After two showers and one a hell of a lot of fun in between, we finally got dressed and headed for the kitchen. ?You want some coffee, tea or hot chocolate?? I asked. ?Coffee will be a great start.? ?Alright, my lady,? I said with a bow. ?You have your choice. We have pancakes, waffles, an omelet or fruit filled crapes. But alas, we only have sausage links this morning.? ?Sausage links only! Off with his damn head,? she shouted with a laugh. ?How about the crapes today and waffles tomorrow?? ?Pretty sure of yourself aren?t you?? I replied. ?Of myself, yes. Of you, I?m not so sure,? she told me. ?So why don?t we have a leisure breakfast and then open the floor for questions afterwards?? ?Why don?t we have breakfast, and then spend the rest of the day in bed?? I suggested. ?Let?s compromise and do both. How about that?? she added. At that point I knew I was screwed. ?How do I tell her, without coming off as a total wimp?? I thought to myself as we prepared breakfast. ?That hit the spot. I guess I was hungrier than I thought,? Pam said rubbing her belly. Any coffee left?? ?Just enough for you. I?ve had more than my share,? I said putting the dishes into the dishwasher. ?Well, do you want to start here or naked in bed? Pam asked. ?Personally, I prefer naked in bed, but knowing you, you?ll probably try to get me side tracked with that tongue of yours. So, why don?t we start here and move into the bedroom later? Also, I want the long version. We have the rest of the weekend, so there is no use skimping on the details,? she told me. ?Alright, what do you want to know?? I said leaning against the counter. ?First of all, how long have you had such a hot temper?? Pam asked me. ?Never had one, don?t have one now,? I replied. ?But, that night at the club?? she asked. ?Look, that was a long time a coming, and long over due? what I did to Dan. I?m just glad I stopped when I did. He had that and a lot more coming for what he did,? I told her. ?Now I?m really confused. Why don?t you just tell me, in your own words what you know I want to hear,? Pan said curling up on the couch. ?Alright, you win,? I told her sitting on the chair directly across from her. ?Carol and I met, like I said, at a party Lisa and her friends were throwing. I wasn?t looking for any long-term commitment, and neither was she. Nick and Lisa were engaged and were planning a spring wedding. Carol was going to be one of Lisa?s bridesmaids, and Nick had asked me to be his best man. So no matter where I went with Nick and Lisa, Carol always seemed to be there. We first started going out as a group, but more and more we found ourselves together, and alone with one another. Well, one thing led to another, and we started dating, and best of all sleeping together.? ?Neither Carol, or myself, were virgins? far from it. She was a party animal and more than once I had to physically pull her ass out of the fire. You see, Carol loved to flirt and most of the time she did it with the wrong guy, or at the wrong time. She almost got her butt kicked a couple of times by some guy?s girl friend or wife, and I didn?t appreciate it either, so I finally just stopped calling her.? ?What?s the matter?? she said one day after about two weeks. ?You don?t like me anymore?? ?Carol, if you?re with me on a date, you?re with only me,? I began. ?I?m just tired of you flirting with every guy you lay your eyes on.? ?So are you saying you want us to be exclusive?? ?I guess that?s what I?m saying, in so many words,? I told her, surprising even myself. ?Ok, I?m game. Lets give it a try, and see what happens.? So from that day forward, we were a couple. At Nick and Lisa?s wedding Carol told me that ?ours? was going to be a lot more casual. ?Our wedding?? I said in a stunned voice. ?Yes, our wedding. Eventually you?re going to ask me and I?m going to say yes. But it?s not going to be such a stuffy and formal event? more like a party.? And it was. Two years after we first met we were married and set up house in a nice apartment, in-between where we both worked. Life was pretty good. We both had good jobs and had enough extra money to have fun. It was in our third year that we started something that ended up dooming our marriage. One night Carol asked, ?Steve, have you ever had a sexual fantasy, you wanted to act on, and never did?? ?I don?t understand?? I replied. ?You know. A secret fantasy that you would love to try but never have,? she asked. ?Everyone has those, anything in particular you looking at?? ?Steve, my birthday is coming up in two weeks, and I?ve got a fantasy I?d like fulfilled. How about it? You know, kind of like a birthday present,? she explained. ?Well, as long as it doesn?t have anything to do with a dead chicken, or involves pain, I?m game,? I told her. So, two weeks later, on her birthday, we had our first fantasy night. Carol wanted to be bound to the bed, and pleased sexually until she cried, ?enough.? However, she would do nothing to me. It was to be her night and her night alone. The more I thought about it, the more I got into it. It really sounded like fun? well for her especially. I bought red silk ties, chocolate sauce, whip cream, strawberries, KY warming gels and a bunch of other things. I was really looking forward to it. After dinner, I led her upstairs to a bedroom lit only with scented candles. I undressed her, bound her to the bed, and blindfolded her. ?When you?ve had enough, your safe word is pepper. Say that, and I?ll stop, but not until then,? I told her. So began, three hours of sexual bliss. Before I even started, Carol was dripping wet from anticipation. I gave her a slow, full body frontal massage paying particular attention to all her toys. With my hands, I smeared gobs of chocolate across her breasts and methodically licked it off. I made certain that her nipples were given extra attention. I warmed up the next bit of chocolate and dripped it between her pussy lips, and down the crack of her ass. For the next two hours, I feasted on her banana slit. I brought her to climax as many times as I could. I switched from chocolate to whip cream and finally to dipping fruit. Carol was now like a limp rag doll. I know she had climaxed at least five times, but I wasn?t done yet. I was now out of food items, so I turned to the warming gel. I applied a generous amount to her pussy as I used both hands to stimulate her. Finger fucking her with one hand, I used the other to play with her now swollen clit. When she started moaning, squirming, and raising her ass off the bed to get every inch of my fingers in her, I knew she was close. Just as she was about to climax, I shoved three fingers to the hilt in her wet hole and started to suck on her clit. Carol went nuts for almost five minutes before falling back onto the bed. ?Pepper, for Gods sakes pepper,? I finally heard her cry out. Both Carol and the bed were a mess. Oils, chocolate, sweat and juices covered the sheets and pillows. I release her from her bonds, and kissed her full mouth. ?My pussy?s rubbed raw, but it?s smiling on the inside,? she said kissing me back. ?I?ve never been so drained, but boy, do I need a shower.? While she cleaned up I stripped the bed and put on clean sheets and pillowcases. I got her a bottle of water out of the refrigerator for her and was waiting when she got out of the bathroom. Taking a long drink, Carol told me to let her sleep in Sunday morning. She slept until almost noon. ?Do you have any chocolate left?? Pam asked me. ?I think I climaxed twice while you were describing what you did to her,? she said with a laugh. ?What did you get for your birthday?? ?I bought her a sleazy outfit, and we went downtown to one of the hotels. I sent her in first, and told her to sit at the bar and order a drink. I went in a couple of minutes later and watched as guy after guy hit on her, trying to pick her up. Carol told me later that a couple of guys offered her up to $500 for her ?services? for the evening. I then proceeded to walked up to her, and in a loud voice yelled, ?bitch you can?t make any money sitting on this damn bar stool; hit the streets.? I lead her out as the guys just stood there with their mouths open. We then went to a nice upper class restaurant and had dinner. She wasn?t wearing a bra or panties and it showed. The waiter was getting a real eyeful, and we did get fantastic service. About halfway through dessert Carol said, ?pepper.? We left, went home, and had great sex the rest of the night. ?The following year for her birthday I was to be her submissive slave for the night. That night didn?t go well at all. We went to a dance club, and I was kept busy running for drinks as guys hit on her all night. That was the night I met Dan and his buddy Tim,? I told Pam. They danced with her, and hit on her, most of the night. I really got pissed when Dan told me to go buy them a round of drinks. ?Here you go wimp, get us another round, and take your time,? he said handing me a twenty. ?Me and this lovely lady need to get better acquainted,? Dan told me. I was about to say something when Carol added, ?you heard him. Get moving!? When I got back, Dan and Carol were on the dance floor bumping and grinding. Tim grabbed his drink and informed me that he had the next dance. I stormed onto the dance floor and angrily told Carol, ?this had gone on long enough, it was time to leave.? ?Get the hell away from us, wimp,? Dan yelled at me. ?Why don?t you wait in the car like a good little boy,? he said as they both laughed. ?Pepper,? was all I said, grabbing Carol by the arm. By now, she could tell I was more than a little upset. ?Time to head out,? Carol told Dan. ?Got to get my little one to bed, before he gets too crabby,? she said with a laugh. Tim also wasn?t happy, he wasn?t going to get another dance. ?Maybe I?ll see you boys around sometime,? she said, kissing each one on the cheek, just before we left. It was a quiet ride home. Carol knew I was angry and didn?t want to start anything in the car. ?That was fun,? Carol said as we walked into our apartment throwing her jacket on the chair. ?Fun! I was humiliated in front of God and everyone. And you! You looked like a cheap slut the way you were dancing with those two guys. Did they get you wet? By the looks of your panties, I guess they did,? I said raising and then dropping her dress. ?I need a drink,? I said heading over to our bar. ?It was a joke hon. Just a fantasy, that?s all,? she said, but I wasn?t listening as I poured another shot. ?You let it go too far tonight. What would you have done if I were feeling up some girl on the dance floor while you sat at our table with her girl friend?knowing she was waiting for her turn with me? If this is the type of thing turns you on, I guess Carol, I really don?t know you,? I said, as I slammed down shot after shot. ?Do you know how close I came to punching that asshole?? Carol came over, and tried to grab me. ?Don?t touch me. Don?t fucking touch me until you get the stink of those guys off your body,? I told her. ?Suit yourself,? she called back to me as she walked down the hall to our bedroom. I slept on the couch that night. Or should I say, I passed out on the couch that night. I woke up with a splitting headache and an empty bottle of Crown Royal on my lap. It was icy around our apartment for the next two days. Carol had gone too far, and I was waiting for her to say she was sorry. On the third day she blew up at me over dinner. ?For Christ?s sakes Steve, get over it,? she yelled. ?So I pushed it a little too far. No one got hurt. We?re still married, what?s the big deal? It was my fantasy, that?s all. When you said the safe word, didn?t I put an end to it and leave?? Carol shouted. ?Carol, you know what I want for my birthday next year? A threesome. Me and two other women,? I told her. ?You mean me, and another women?? she asked. ?No, me and two other women, what do you think about that Carol?? ?Well if that?s what you want,? she replied. ?You don?t think that?s cheating?? ?Not if we both agree in advance,? she replied. I got up from the table, and went into the bedroom. I packed enough clothes, for a couple of days, and walked back into the kitchen. ?I?ll call and tell you where to send the rest of my stuff, after I find another place to live,? I told a stunned Carol. ?You just don?t get it do you? I?m not into sharing, or swinging. Never have been, never will be,? I said. As I walked out the door, as she screamed something back at me. I was sitting in the Holiday Inn bar, when Nick sat down next to me. ?At least your predictable,? he said with a laugh as he ordered a beer. ?Do you want me to tell them, that I found you?? ?Not right now,? I replied as I finished my third beer. ?I just found out we have two entirely different ideas on what being unfaithful means. I hate to say it, but I?m starting to have doubts about where my marriage is going.? ?You know, she?s crying her eyes out at our place don?t you?? ?She?s only doing that, because I won?t go along with what she wants. Hell, Nick, she was dry humping those two guys on the damn dance floor, while they called me a wimp. I almost punched one of them on the dance floor while I was trying to pry Carol off him. And the worst thing about it, Carol doesn?t seem to think she did anything wrong,? I said starting on my fourth Corona. ?Well, I guess that?s one fantasy you two won?t be trying again,? Nick said with a laugh until he saw the look on my face. ?Sorry, bad joke. But you and I both know, you?re not going leave her. Am I right?? ?No. Not this time, but if something like this ever happens again, I wouldn?t bet on it,? I told him. I let her stew for a couple of days, before going back home. The makeup sex was better than great. She took me to new heights, and I actually limped around work for two days making more than a few guys jealous. We went back to normal until my birthday the following year. ?Well, you up for that threesome? I found two hot babes that will do more than ball your eyes out,? Carol said looking at me. ?It was a joke, damn it; lighten up,? she said smiling. I did find something that was a lot more tame, but a bit naughty also. It was a couple?s massage by a nude black couple. The massage started out with us both lying naked, next to one another on our bed. We were close enough to touch one another, just not close enough to kiss. The black girl was built like a brick shit house, and the guy was more than a little well endowed. In other words, at about twelve inches. He was hung like a Greek god. They were both naked and were well oiled up. We were not allowed to touch them in any way, but I had given them a free hand with the both of us. As we lay there face down on our bed, I could feel the black women?s hands stroking my body along with her breasts being dragged over my back and ass. Likewise Carol could feel his muscular hands on her back along with his tool being dragged between her ass cheeks. I found myself getting rock hard, as she worked my shoulders, back, ass, and thighs. When she spread my legs to get to the inside of my thighs, I thought I was going to cum. Thank God I didn?t. When they flipped us over, it became more than interesting. I watched his black hands on her breasts and then twisting her nipples. Those excited nipples were now almost a half-inch long. When he poured the oil over her stomach, pussy and legs, I felt her hand tightly squeeze mine. Carol now had her eyes closed. She was in a dream like trance as he stroked her stomach, the sides of her hips and her thighs. When he spread her legs, I could see she was dripping, or was it the oil? At this point it didn?t make any difference. She was hot and horny. He dragged his fingers over the top of her pussy and gently between the lips, and she almost crushed my hand. All the while, his partner was dragging her breasts across my dick that was now sticking straight up. Call me dumb, stupid or whatever, but I let it get out of hand. We were told to close our eyes, and to clear our mind. I could feel my dick being rubbed, not by her hand, but was being sandwiched between her warm, breasts. God damn, that felt wonderful. I had never screwed a girl between her tits, so this was a first. ?I?ll let it go a little longer before I stop her,? I said to myself as I just lay there enjoying what she was doing to me. Finally my brain clicked in, ?Duh, if she was doing this to me, what was the guy doing to Carol?? I said to myself as I opened my eyes. The girl was holding her breasts together, around my dick, as she moved them up and down, with a smile on her face. Looking over, I saw that the black man was hard, and was between Carol?s legs? legs that were spread wide apart. He was moving his dick between Carol?s pussy lips from her ass to her clit and back again as she moaned under him. I then watched in horror as he buried all twelve inches to the hilt in her pussy, pulled it out and continued rubbing it between her lips. I ended the massage for both of us. I motioned the two of them away, reached down between Carol?s pussy lips and started rubbing her clit with a vengeance. It didn?t take more than two minutes to get the results I was looking for. ?Oh God yes,? Carol screamed as she started bucking against my finger. I was more than ready as I rolled over on top of her and drove my dick as deep into her as hard as I could. Our black guests then started to massage us again, at least the areas they could get at, as I pounded Carol?s pussy for all its worth. Hell, in less than five minutes I was pumping load, after load, into her pussy as the two of them looked on. It took us a couple of minutes to come down from our bliss. As Carol lay exhausted on our bed, I got them a couple of big towels so they could take a shower and get and get cleaned up in the guest bathroom. I paid them their fee, gave them a nice tip, and in twenty minutes they were gone. ?That was interesting Carol told me. You must have liked what she was doing, I haven?t seen you that hard in a while,? she said smiling at me. ?How about you? I thought I?d have to wring out the sheets the way you were flowing as his fingers explored your folds,? I said with a forced laugh. You?ll notice I said fingers? I said fingers since I wasn?t sure Carol actually knew everything that happened. I wanted to play dumb and she what she might say. ?As long as the sheets are trashed, what say you we go for round two?? I bet I can make you cum in less that five minutes,? I challenged. ?What the hell are we playing? Name that pussy?? she said with a laugh. ?I can make that pussy cum in three strokes!? Well it took longer than three strokes, but not that many more because we were still, basically still up there. At breakfast the next morning Carol gave me a long, full mouth kiss with a lot of tongue. ?See, I told you we can both have our fantasies and wake up the next day and go on with our lives with no harm done. And if you think he was using his fingers last night I hope yours are half that big later today,? she said with a smile as she grabbed my crotch. Looking back, I know I should have said something. That was my big mistake. To Carol, it looked like I was happy with what happened, including her getting more than a taste of his big dick in her pussy. Instead I down played it, and told her it was probably time for these little games to end. That we?d both had a little fun, but it had run its course. After talking for two hours I was parched, as I went to the refrigerator for something cold to drink. I downed a large glass of orange juice, and sat next to Pam. ?So it got a little out of hand.,? Pam said. ?I?ve been with guys, and it?s gone further than I had planned, for it to go. Sometimes in the heat of passion, you do things you normally wouldn?t do, but we?re all human and that?s what makes sex so exciting,? Pam told me. ?Hell, after all your sex stories, I?m ready to jump your bones right now,? she said kissing me and pulling my shirt over my head. We had what Pam called, ?a sex break.? We screwed on the couch, took a shower and finished up in my bed. Pan did however, make me go get some chocolate sauce and show her exactly what I did to Carol. After another quick shower with Pam trying her hand at blowing me in the shower, we thought about dinner. ?How about beer and pizza?? Pam asked. ?I?d rather pick up Chinese, or maybe we could go to that new Mexican restaurant downtown,? I added. We ended up at an Italian restaurant about a half mile from my place. With a glass of wine in hand Pam said, ?it doesn?t sound like that bad of a marriage. At least your wife didn?t try to throw you down the stairs.? ?What she did later was much worse. I?ll give you the final blow by blow after dinner. Right now, I don?t want to lose my appetite because the food here is excellent,? I told her just as our meals arrived. The walk back to my place was cold. With the wind howling and flakes of snow in the air, I started talking again as we walked. At least, if I got hot under the collar this time, the cold air would keep my body temperature in check. Finally I continued my story. Carol wouldn?t tell me anything of her plans, as her birthday approached. I tried to talk her out of it, but was told that I had my birthday, and it was only fair that she had hers. ?Alright, but this is the end of it, no more after that,? I told her. Her birthday fell on a Friday, and I still hadn?t a clue what she was planning. The only thing she would tell me was that it would be a night to remember. ?I should have stopped it dead, when I had the chance,? I told Pam. ?I had a real bad feeling about it, but nothing specific.? Friday we had a quiet dinner that night. I could see that Carol, was on pins and needles. ?You ready for tonight?? she asked. ?I guess I?m as ready as I?ll ever be. Just what do you have planned anyway?? ?You?ll see,? she said smiling. ?You?re going to need to be an active participate tonight and go with the flow,? is all she would say. By 7:00, dinner was done, and everything was put away. She led me upstairs to our bedroom and started to undress me. ?This I like,? I said as she kissed and licked me before laying me totally nude on the bed. ?I need you to lay spread eagle while I get you ready,? she said as she stroked and licked my dick. ?Hell, who was I to argue. This seemed like fun. It sure was when I had done it to her anyway,? I said to myself. I became uncomfortable with the clink of the handcuffs and the leather straps that bound my legs. Also, the blindfold was more like a Halloween mask with the mouth and nose cut out, but it was her night. ?What was the worst that could happen? If it went too far, I could just call out pepper and it would all be over? piece of cake,? I thought to myself. We were having a lot of fun. Full mouth kissing alternating with Carol sucking my dick until it got hard. Then she?d stop telling me I had to wait until later. Then I heard the front door bell. ?What the hell? Who could that be? ?Shit, I hope it?s not Nick and Lisa, he?d never let me live it down if he saw me like this,? I thought in a panic, but it wasn?t Nick. Pam and I had reached my condo, so I stopped, against her protests. ?Damn it Steve, it was just starting to get good,? she whined. Inside I asked her if she wanted or needed anything. ?No, I?m done, just finish your story,? she said getting comfortable on the couch. ?I need a drink or two before I go on,? I told her as I got out two Corona?s and sat in the chair across from her. ?I?m just warning you. I?ve never told a living soul about that night, and I?m probably not going to be in a very good mood when I finish,? I told her. ?If you don?t want to continue, don?t, I?ll live.? Pam told me. ?No, it?s time I get it off my chest, and you?re the only person I trust enough to unload all this. I just don?t want to drive you away for a second time, that?s all.? ?It can?t be that bad, and unless you plan on kicking me out afterwards, I?m not going anywhere,? Pam answered. ?Alright, just so you?re forewarned,? I told her. Well there I am, naked, spread eagle on the bed, when I hear voices. I guess I should have called out pepper right then and there, but I was curious. I heard them go down the hall, to the spare bedroom, and shut the door. I could still hear their voices from down the hall and after waiting for about ten to fifteen minutes I started calling out Carol?s name. I kept calling out louder and louder and finally screamed out ?CAROL!? My life ended about fifteen seconds later. A nude Dan walked into my room and put a piece of duck tape across my mouth. ?That should keep you quiet, while Tim and I have our fun. You really are a wimp aren?t you?? he mocked me. ?That woman is way too hot for you to handle, but don?t worry, we?ll take good care of her.? he said with a laugh, as he put the keys to the handcuffs on the dresser. If you can get to these, you can get free and join us. If not, oh well,? he said laughing again as he walked out and shut the door. ?I screamed through the tape and pulled on the handcuffs and leather straps. I heard a few screams and thought Carol was being raped. I fought for what seemed like hours, until I physically couldn?t move my arms or legs anymore. Sometime later, Dan came back into the room. He walked up to my head, and rubbed his dick all over my face. ?I just took your wife?s virgin ass, and she loved every minute of it. We?ll have to do this again some time, I really enjoyed myself tonight and I know Carol sure did,? he said mocking me. I fought to get free like my life depended on it. Finally the bed headboard broke free of the frame, and the bed itself collapsed with a crash. ?Sorry to fuck and run, but Carol will probably need your help, in cleaning my cum out of her ass and cunt. That is, unless you want to raise my kid,? he said with a laugh as he shut the door. The broken bed, now lay around me, but I didn?t even have the strength to sit up. I heard them walking down the hall and heard the front door slam. It was quiet except for the sound of the water running in the shower. I just lay there, physically and emotionally drained. I felt no pain from the handcuffs or straps, I just felt dead inside. How long I lay there, I haven?t a clue. The next thing I heard was Carol screaming, ?Oh My God,? as I felt the headboard being lifted off me, and my hands being released from the shackles. With my hands and feet now free I was able to stand as Carol continued to babble something about Dan? and how he was suppose to release me, and how sorry she was, but nothing was making sense. Both my hands and feet were covered in blood, but I never noticed. All I saw was a nude Carol, with hickeys all over her breasts and a red bruised cunt. I lost it, I?m told. I called her every name in the book before knocking her to the floor. I vaguely remember ripping Carol?s clothes out of the closet, throwing them around the room, and trashing the master bedroom before going down the hall to the guest room. I guess I kind of went insane, as I looked at the messed up bed. I was systematically destroying the room, when I felt the first jolt. I shook it off, and was about to continue, when I felt the next one that put me to my knees. After the third, I don?t remember a thing. I woke up in a windowless room. There was a nurse sitting in a chair next to my bed, and when I tried to move, I found I was being restrained. ?Where am I?? I asked. ?You?re in Memorial hospital. You were brought in late last night. How are you feeling?? ?Tired and my hands hurt,? I told her. ?You lost a lot of skin, and are going to have scares, but you?ll live,? she told me. ?Want to bet,? I answered her. ?The doctor will be in shortly,? she said before leaving the room. ?Well, you look a lot better than you did last night. How are you feeling?? the doctor asked looking at the chart. ?Tired, sore and hungry.? I replied. ?Well, it looks like you?ve calmed down enough, so, I don?t think we?ll be requiring these anymore,? he said removing the restraints on my arms, legs and chest. ?I?m giving you a prescription for pain pills and a healing ointment for your injuries. Keep them clean, dry and make sure you change the dressings twice a day. They?re going to be pretty raw for about a month, and will take about three months to fully heal. You are going to have some nasty scares, which will fade in time, but will never totally go away. The police say no charges were filed, and you?re free to go. However, you were brought in naked, so you don?t have any clothes.? ?Don?t worry doc, I?ll call a friend.? Nick brought me a change of clothes. ?What the hell happened last night?? Nick asked. ?Carol came over to our place, late last night, crying hysterically. She kept saying something about, how it had gone all wrong. What the hell happened to your hands?? ?Nick, listen good because I?m only going to say this once. Don?t ever bring up last night, and I never want to hear the name Carol ever again. Do you understand? I asked in my most serious voice. ?But Steve?? was all I let him get out, before stopping him. ?Because if you do God damn it, you?ll never see me again. Now please, just drive me home, no more talking,? I told him as I fought to control my anger. We drove in silence, the rest of the way. I knew Nick had a million questions, but I was in no mood to talk. I thanked him as I got out, and stepped into my building. I didn?t have a key, so I went to the manager?s apartment. ?Mr. Kelly can you please let me into my apartment?? I asked. We walked upstairs. He opened the door and we stepped in. The place was a wreck. Furniture and clothes were everywhere. ?Steve, if it was up to me, I?d let you stay, but, it?s not. I need you to find another place as soon as possible. I?m not throwing you out, mind you, you?ve been through enough, but I?m being told you?ve got 90 days. Keep the key, and if you need anything else, just let me know. I?m really sorry,? he added before leaving. ?If you?re sorry, what the hell am I?? I thought to myself. ?I guess I slept in my clothes on the couch, that night. The following morning I surveyed the damage, and it was extensive. Most of the bedroom furniture was trashed, and a lot of the chairs looked like they?d been cut up with a knife. Carol?s clothes were scattered around the apartment, The only room that was untouched was the kitchen. I made a pot of coffee and tossed a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster. Ten minutes later my cell phone rang. Following the ring I found it under a pile of stuff in my bedroom just before it went quiet again. There were three missed calls from Carol. I turned it off and went room by room and unplugged all the phones. The only one I left connected was the one in the kitchen connected to the answering machine. I was just finishing my second cup of coffee when the kitchen phone rang. I let the answering machine pick it up. ?I know you?re there, and can hear me Steve,? Carol said. What happened last night, wasn?t suppose to happen like it did. Please call me so we can talk. Steve, I?m afraid to come home, after last night. Please call, I love you.? ?Bitch,? is the only word I could think of. I needed a shower badly, so I wrapped my wrists with stretch wrap and did the best job I could, under the circumstances. I got dressed, made a shopping list and headed out. My first stop was Walgreens to pick up my prescriptions and to get all the items I needed to take care of my ankles and wrists. Also, I purchase three boxes of lawn bags, which I would need later in the day. Next, I stopped off at the mall to cancel my existing Sprint account. I opened up a new one with a blocked number. I would have loved to clean out our savings and checking accounts, but unfortunately my bank wasn?t open on weekends. However, I did hit the ATM and took out the maximum amount allowed from both accounts. I finally stopped at the liquor store, and picked up, three, six packs of Corona and headed for home. When I got home there were two more messages from Carol and one from Lisa. I deleted Carols and listened to Lisa?s. ?Steve, this is Lisa. I need to come over and get a few items for Carol. I don?t know what happened between the two of you, but she?s still pretty upset. Unless I hear from you, I?ll see you around 7:00. If you get a chance, please call Carol. She?s really worried about you.? Looking at my watch, I figured I had only about two hours before Lisa got here, and I had a million things to do. It looked like I had pulled most of Carol?s clothes out of her closet last night. The closet rod was broken, and everything was scattered around the bedroom and hallway. I opened a plastic bag, and just started stuffing everything in. I started in the living room, went to the hallway and finally the master bedroom. I stopped for a beer after ten bags. ?Damn, how did she manage to get all those clothes in that one little closet?? I asked myself. It took twelve bags for those items, three for the items in her dresser and the bathroom, and four more for her shoes. Two more beers, and I was ready for Lisa?s arrival. ?What the hell is all this?? Lisa asked as she and Nick came into my apartment. ?All Carol?s stuff, excluding her furniture,? I replied. ?I don?t understand Steve. I just came over for a few outfits, not everything,? Lisa reminded me. ?I?ve been asked by the apartment manager to find a new place to live, and I have no intentions of taking Carol with me so, these bags are all her personal crap. She can come by and take whatever furniture is left, or I?ll just toss it out ? which ever she wants,? I told them. ?Don?t you think the two of you, should sit down and talk this over?? Lisa asked. ?Not in my life time. So, if you don?t mind, I?ve got three beers left in my six pack to finish, because tonight I plan on getting at least a little sleep. That is unless Carol plans on getting me arrested again.? They both knew, I was in no mood to be argued with just then, so they packed up what they could in their SUV and headed back home. I on the other hand, dragged out the bloodstained mattress, flipped it over and crashed. The only reason I woke up at 9:00 the next morning, was because of the pain. I washed two pain pills down with a beer, and I was in la la land again. That?s how I spent the rest of my weekend. I called, and asked my boss for the following week off. He wasn?t happy with the short notice, but after I told him I?d been in an accident, he was more than willing to give me as much time off as I needed. I guess the train wreck of my marriage, was reason enough. Monday I finished up what I?d started Saturday. I took out fifty percent of the funds from our savings and checking accounts, and opened up a new account in my name only. I signed a form saying I wanted my name removed from our existing accounts but was told that would take seven business days to get that finalized. I closed our joint credit cards, the ones with a zero balance, and paid off fifty percent of those with an outstanding balance. We each had our own cars, 401K?s, and health insurance, so I didn?t have to do anything with those items. I sent e-mail to my human resource manager and took Carol?s name off as beneficiary of my 401K and life insurance policy. Looking back, it was a pretty successful day, all in all. The rest of the week I spent looking for a new place to live since I didn?t have a lot of time. After a month of ducking her calls, Carol started e-mailing me to death. Why she just didn?t stop over I hadn?t a clue since she still had a key to the apartment. I finally answered one of her e-mails. ?Carol, I never want to see, or hear from you again. Our marriage is over, done with. You saw to that. So please leave me the hell alone. I just hope your night with Dan and Tim was worth it.? I never expected a reply but she sent one anyway. ?Steve, I?m so sorry. It wasn?t supposed to happen like it did. I sent Dan in to release you. He told me that he let you go and you got mad and left the apartment. I guess I wasn?t thinking straight because we had done a few joints while you were tied up. I?ll give you some time and contact you at a later date.? Carol signed off with, ?I really do love and miss you.? ?So Pam, now you know about my night from hell,? I said finishing my second beer. ?I still hate her more than you can possibly imagine,? I almost shouted as I stood up and started pacing back and forth. ?So that?s why you went off on Dan. What ever happen to Tim?? she asked. ?I had a private detective find him about a month ago. I now know where he works, lives and what gym he works out at every night. Or I did just before I took care of Dan. Now I?m not too sure,? I said trying to calm down. ?You know, he?ll now be expecting you, don?t you?? Pam told me. ?Why go through all the trouble. It appears to me that Dan was the real asshole, and he?s not going to be doing anything to anyone, for quite a while.? ?Pam, now that it?s all out in the open it?s time to put this whole chapter to bed, once in for all? starting with Tim and ending with Carol.? I told her. ?Steve you?re starting to scare me now. I hope you?re not thinking about physically hurting Carol? After what you did to Dan, they?ll throw your ass in jail and throw away the key,? Pam now tried to reason with me. ?No, nothing like that, but I will get my pound of flesh, and then some,? I said, still angry and pacing. ?She will pay don?t worry.? ?Look Steve, your marriage to Carol is in the past, you?re divorced. Why can?t you just let it go? She can?t hurt you any more, nor you her.? ?But you see Pam, Carol and I are not divorced. She filed papers a couple of months ago, and when I was served, I just tossed them in the trash. For the last couple of months she?s been bugging me to sign them because she?s dating someone new from her work. I?ve still got one more hand to play before I call it quits,? I told her. ?For Christ?s sakes Steve, listen to yourself. You sound like a man possessed or should I say obsessed with her. Sign the damn papers, and move on. What difference is it going to make, if you finally get your last shot at her. She?s moved on, why can?t you?? ?Because she needs to pay for what she did to me? to us,? I said shouting with this wild look in my eyes. ?I want her to never forget, and with what I?m planning, she won?t,? I told Pam. ?Steve, I don?t like this side of you. You don?t forgive and forget, you get even at all costs. I think I?m going to leave. I thought I knew you, but I guess I was wrong. I forgave my asshole ex-husband, and he tried to kill me, but I don?t think you?ll ever let this die,? Pam said standing up and grabbing her coat. ?If you go ahead with this Steve, we?re done. Don?t call me after the dust settles, because I?m giving you this one, and only chance.? ?Goodbye Pam,? was all I said as she walked out the door. ?I really did like her,? I thought to myself. Two weeks later, when Tim was opening his apartment door, he felt a hand on his shoulder. ?I think it?s time you and I have a little talk,? I told Tim pushing him into his apartment. ?Look man. I didn?t do anything, it was all Dan,? he said talking a mile a minute. ?I told Dan he was pushing it too far, but he wouldn?t listen. ?Hell, Carol contacted us and set up that night. We were supposed to start and let you loose, so you could join us. Dan told us that he let you loose, and you got pissed and left. So, after another couple of joints, we all got it on. I?m sorry man. I didn?t know. And Dan was the one who wanted it all taped. He said he wanted to rub your nose into it,? Tim said trying to explain. ?I didn?t know you were still tied up, until we got in the car to leave. I?m so sorry, man, please just leave me alone,? Tim now begged. ?Tim, my birthday is in two weeks, and I want you out of town by then. Let?s just say, it?s your birthday gift to me. However, if you?re still here after that, I?ll make sure you will never be able to have sex again. Do I make myself clear?? I asked him. Tim shook his head. ?Remember, two weeks,? I said leaving his apartment. ?One down, one to go.? If you have enough money, you can get anything done. It cost me almost $8,000.00 but the day before my birthday, I got my gift in the form of an e-mail. ?It?s all done, and set for 9:30 am,? was all it said. I went to work on Wednesday in the best mood I?d been in a long time. Everyone wished me a happy birthday and even had a cake for me that afternoon. My boss and I had an early dinner, and it was almost 8:00 before I finally got home. My answering machine was blinking, and I saw that I had twenty- five messages. I deleted them all. I opened a bottle of Corona and waited, for what I knew was coming. Shortly before 9:00 I heard a pounding on my door. I set my beer down on the counter, took a deep breath and answered the door. ?You son of a bitch,? Carol was screaming as Nick physically held her back. ?Good evening Carol, how have you been?? I replied. ?How could you, how could you send that damn video to my parents and my friends?? she said as she started to cry. ?I don?t know what video you?re talking about Carol. Maybe if you describe to me what was on it, I?ll know which one you?re talking about,? I told her. ?God damn you, Steve. Do you still hate me that much, that you?d go to this length to ruin my life?? she asked. ?Oh now I know what tape,? I said as sarcastically as possible. ?The one labeled Carol Moore cheats on her husband. I not only saw it, I lived it,? I shouted at her, as she now stopped struggling. Unbuttoning my sleeves, I held my hands up, for them to see. ?You see these scars? They?re the first things I see every morning and the last thing every night. I?m going to have them as a reminder of what you did until the day I die. Do I hate you that much? Yes I do. You went out of your way to kill our marriage. Did you know at first I thought Dan and Tim were raping you? Carol, if I?d had a knife, I would have cut my hands off to save you. That?s how much I loved you. Stupid me. Little did I know you set the whole thing up with the two of them, and let them tape it.? ?Your mom and dad and all our friends had labeled me the asshole in our breakup. All the hateful things they said about me for the last year and a half, maybe now they might change their mind about me after viewing the tape. ?I said I was sorry. I wanted to talk to you a million times, but you never listened to me,? Carol said sobbing again. ?Sorry? Sorry, you say. I?m sorry I came back after the night we met Dan and Tim. I should have dumped you that night and cut my losses. Carol, when I sent you that birthday card months ago, I said it would all end on my birthday this year; and it has. ?Steve, you went too far this time,? Nick said as he looked at Carol and Lisa. ?Nick, have you watched the damn tape?? I asked. ?No I haven?t,? he replied. ?That?s because I didn?t send it to you and Lisa. I didn?t want to put you two in the middle of Carol and my breakup. However, if you think I?m wrong, watch the tape. And then imagine me, struggling for over three hours to get free to save her cheating ass. Then, tell me what you would have done if it had been Lisa,? I told him. ?Carol, if there is anything on that tape that isn?t factual, I?ll see that a retraction is sent out. If not, it is what it is. ?Just so there are no hard feelings, I?ve got a little parting gift for you,? I said before walking back into my apartment and coming out with a large manila envelope. ?Signed, notarized and now delivered,? I said giving Carol her the divorce papers. So, if you don?t mind, I?ve got a few things to do before I go to bed. I would like to say it?s been nice, but why lie,? I told her as I went inside my condo and shut the door. As I leaned up against the door, I finally knew?it was over. I had hired a professional hacker to send a copy of the tape to her parents and every one of my ex-friends that took Carol?s? side and shunned me because of our breakup. I could have sent it to her work. her parents church, and to everyone in the world including God, but I didn?t. The only thing I did do, was to post it on two adult video web sites. I figure the income would more than pay for the hacker I?d hired. Carol threatened to take me to court, but nothing ever came of it. You see, the tape was downloaded from an overseas website and channeled through two other countries, so nothing could be traced back to me. About three weeks after it all went down, I got a short e-mail from my ex-in laws. ?We?re sorry, we never knew,? was all it said. A few of my old friends tried to call me and apologize, but I never returned their calls, I guess I wasn?t the monster I?d been made out to be. The video took on a life of it?s own. It took just one person to see it, down load it and pass it on to the next person. Before you knew it, Carol was the talk of the town. Carol resigned her position and moved to who knows where about a month later. A lot of people at my work saw the tape. Although no said anything, I was looked on as a victim of a cheating wife. It was two months before Nick contacted me. Yes, he?d seen the tape, and yes, he probably would have done exactly what I?d done. But to keep peace in the family, we couldn?t get together? at least until things settled down. I understood completely. I?d lost Pam and now Nick, well for at least a little while. I sent an e-mail to Pam but she never replied. Well at least I tried. I started dating again. At first, with a couple of women from work then with others I met at various clubs. It was about four months after that faithful night with Carol when I saw Pam at one of the downtown clubs. She was with a group of her friends, but she finally made her way over to me. ?Hello Steve, how are you doing?? she asked. ?Couldn?t be better,? I replied. ?I heard stories of what happened, and even saw part of the tape on the internet,? Pam told me. ?I had no idea?? she started to say before I stopped her. ?That?s right, you had no idea when you judged me back then. You saw me as some kind of nut, who was out to ruin the life of an ex-wife. Well, you made your choice,? I told her. ?Maybe we could get together sometime and talk,? she replied. ?Pam, think back to a few months ago when I e-mailed you. Maybe you were still angry or were trying to make a point, no matter. Been there, done that, and what did it get me? I really did like you, but I guess that wasn?t enough. Sorry Pam, you have way too much baggage for me right now,? I told her. ?So, if you don?t mind, my date is on her way back,? I said motioning to the short redhead, walking towards my table. ?Take care, and I hope you find someone who lives up to your expectations,? I told her, as I kissed Tammy, as she arrived at our table. ?Aren?t you going to introduce me?? Tammy asked. ?Tammy, this is Pam, Pam this is Tammy,? I said. ?We used to go out a little while ago,? I told her. ?Well Pam, he?s mine now, and I?m not giving him up. Nice guys like him, are hard to find, I know? I?ve seen my share of assholes over the last couple of years. Well, it?s been a pleasure meeting you. Steve honey, why don?t we get out of here and go back to your place,? she said with an evil smile. ?Ok Tammy, we?re out of here.? I said grabbing my jacket. I came up to Pam, gave her a big hug and softly whispered in her ear. ?By the way, I was really falling for you, and it took me more than a few weeks to get over you. Too bad you wouldn?t give me a second chance,? I said kissing her on the cheek. I then took Tammy by the hand and made our way through the crowd and out of the club. Pam just watched as the two walked out and said softly to herself, ?Damn if only? 6605 1.83/512345

Husband’s Cuckold Porno Punishment

HUSBAND'S CUCKOLD PUNISHMENT By Dr. Bone There comes a time in nearly every man?s life when his mother, sister, or wife is going to catch him with something he should not have had on his computer, well this is my story. Let it serve as a lesson to you. I had rushed out to pick up my wife but had forgotten shut off my lap top and close the normally hidden folder where I work on stories for a certain interracial cheating wives story web site. When I got Melanie home I did not think anything of it and started to get diner ready. All of a sudden I heard a scream from the den. And then I remembered. ?What the fuck is this shit doing on your computer?? My wife said turning red with anger. Now with a lot of women I might have been able to say someone put it there, or it was a spam attachment, but Melanie was too smart for that, she was the head of an office and knew everything about computers. ?And look at these dates, since 1998. All stories of white women getting fucked by black men. White women getting pregnant, their heads shaved, tits tattooed, being fucked. You wrote all these. You say you sign them as Dr. Hard-On?? My wife went to the website as I stood there speechless. I was doomed, there were even more stories on the web from before my old computer broke down. ?I can?t believe you wasted all your time writing such filth. Why? No lesbian stories, only about white wives and black men. Your are obviously turned on about it.? She thought about it some more, ?I bet you get off thinking about me doing it. I remember how you gave me that odd look when I danced with Greg at the company ball.? Greg was the up and coming company executive, who eventually left the company my wife worked at to go to another state. And yes it did turn me on to watch her dancing with him. She looked down and saw my cock growing hard, despite her being angry, the thought of a black man fucking my wife, sucking on her big white tits turned me on. She told me to get out of the room. I tried to protest but she would not speak to me further. That night I did not need the A/C on in the bedroom if you understand what I mean. The next day my wife would barely speak to me. When she came home I tried to apologize. ?Sorry, what that you were caught? All you will do is do it again and be more careful. You like writing about it so much maybe you ought to live it. How would you like that?? Pissed off she pulled out her organizer and found Greg?s number and called him saying she needed him to stop over when he could. Greg said he was in town and could be by in an hour or so. I asked my wife what was going on and she said ?Guess.? Fear went through my system, and anger, and jealously, maybe that was part of the turn on I always wrote about. An hour later Greg knocked at the door, my wife let him in. After talking over old times and what he was up to at his new company he asked my wife why she had asked him over in the first place. She said she needed his professional opinion and led him over to my computer, Greg looked at what I had written with a sense of amusement; while I felt more embarrassed than I had ever in my life. ?Well what do you think?? she asked him. He said on the surface some of the stories could be deemed a bit racist, but mainly towards white men. My wife asked him why, he said look at all the stories, the black man is always superior in bed and all. Not that I haven?t had an invitation or two in my time.? He said chuckling. ?Well I think some of the are anti-women. Look at all the head shaving and tattooing going on. I have thought it over and there is only one way to stop him from doing this.? she said. She got up and walked towards Greg. ?I have seen you look at me at parties and when we worked together, and?.I want you to fuck me like in his stories.? I started to protest, for what good it would do. She moved into his arms, he seemed surprised, and then she kissed him. I felt angry again, and hurt, and somewhat aroused also. I could not believe this was really happening. ?But there is something else. She said leading him into the bathroom. Before you do I want you to shave my head, as a reminder to him.? Even Greg was a big shocked by the request, but by then I could see he was sporting some serious wood also. My wife had the supplies laid out. She put the bib around her and directed Greg to cut her hair while I stood by helpless. At first he hesitated but then he took the scissors and I watched as clump after clump of my wife?s blonde hair hit the floor. When her hair was as short as it could be by scissors , he took the electric clipper, I pleaded for her to stop but she would not. Finally came the shaving cream and razor, Eric, being bald by choice himself, was very skilled with the razor, soon her scalp, with the help of some oil was nice and shiny. She took off the bib and got up. Her bald head a sharp contrast to the rest of her, in her gray business dress, tailored to her big tits, tight waist and round ass, she put back on her glasses and kissed him even deeper pressing her body against him. They went to the bedroom, I followed, fearful they would lock me out. In the bedroom she had taken one of the living room chairs. ?You sit there. And watch. And learn.? She said in a commanding tone I never heard her use before. My wife and Greg made out like I was not even there. She let his hands feel and play with her big tits. She opened her blouse and let his hand glide in to squeeze them. I wanted to get up, I wanted to get out but I could not. What could I do? Stop her? Call the police? I could do nothing she was a consenting adult, and she was consenting to take a black lover. Her hands slowly undid his belt, then the snap on his pants. She kissed him some more and then she reached over and slowly pulled down his zipper. She reached in and pulled out his cock. ?Hmm! One thing you got right, that black cock is big. Or how do you make the women in the stories you write say it, that big nigger cock, of his is huge.? She pumped it and it grew bigger still bigger in her grasp. ?Hmmm! Let?s be fair about this. Whose should I take.? Pull out your cock there.? She said to me. It was like a scene in some of my stories but real. I took out my cock and moved towards her. She grabbed my cock in her left hand and pumped it a bit. ?Now let?s see. Hmm!? While his cock stood out way beyond the palm of her hand mine barely made it past the ?o? she made between her thumb and pointer finger. ?Big black, small white, I guess you were right about something.? She said letting go of my cock. I sat back down as she pumped his dick. By this time her blazer was off, and she finished opening her blouse which joined the blazer on the floor. He unsnapped her bra and her 42DD breasts plopped out. How could I have gotten into this mess I wondered. She lifted her tits up offering them as her gift for him to suck on, he sucked her left nipple while she sucked on the right one, knowing it was driving me crazy. I debated leaving but knew it would change nothing. She had him sit on the bed as she got down on her knees. ?Honey you are always writing about the wives ?straining? to take a black cock into their mouths, let?s see.? She held his cock steady, and braced herself then she opened her mouth and took his cock into it. Her bald head bobbed up and down on it for several minutes. ?Let?s take a taste test. She told me to come over and sit down next to him. My cock felt so much smaller compared to his. She gave mine a few sucks taking it into her mouth with ease. ?Hmmm! Sweet but a bit small. Then she took his cock, gagging a bit. ?Hmmm! I guess all those stories were right about something else, the black cock wins the taste test again! Go sit back down in the chair. I will call you if I need you. Her tongue licked the winner?s cock all over, including his balls. She rubbed his cock all over her smooth bald head, a sign of her submission to him, all the time she still had her glasses on. She got up and came over to me. ?Stand up. You know you want this.? She said and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth, I could actually taste his taste on her tongue. She kissed me deeply. Greg laughed. I tried to spit but she said if I did she would have me leave, or she would leave. Laughing she went back to him, she jacked him off with a circular motion as she sucked him off, faster and faster she went and when he came she let it splatter all over her tits, she stood facing me rubbing his cum into her breasts like it was the latest beauty treatment from Paris. When his cock was all rung out, she climbed on top of him, straddling him facing forward. She kissed him deeply as her fat behind wiggled and teased his cock. She banged down on him hard. A stain of pre-cum marked the back of her skirt. She turned around to face towards me, his cock in front of her, as he squeezed her tits she rubbed his cock. She held it against her stomach, it reached all the way up to the bottom of his breasts. My wife asked me if I thought it would fit all inside of her. I went to take my cock out to jack off, I could not take it anymore, she told me if I did that I could get out. Out of a package she took out a rubber and rolled it onto his dick. She whispered something into his ear, he whispered something back and chuckled. She got on the bed on all fours and hiked up her skirt telling him to shove it inside of her. He pulled down her panties. He gave me a smug look and, then she called me over. ?Honey why don?t you do like all the men in your story and place his cock up against my pussy like a good little, cuckold. I refused. She told me to do it. ?Why do you right about it if you don?t want to do it? Are you afraid?? I knew I was about to lose the last bit of self respect I had, and yet my cock throbbed at the pure humiliation of it all. I walked behind her and grasped Greg?s cock, it felt so much more solid and denser than mine. I held it as she back her pussy into it, laughing. When his cock head was lined up perfectly with her cunt hole, she told me to sit back down and I watched as he pushed his big cock into her. I have written about this scene a thousand times, but to actually see another man?s cock enter your wife was something else, I was frozen as I watched my wife?s pussy become the property of another man. He fucked her so hard I thought the bed would break as she screamed out obscenities as he pounded her. ?Fuck me with that big cock! Harder! Harder! I?m a bald bitch for black cock.? Her fat ass rippled and her tits swung back and forth as he drilled her hard and long. When he came he pulled out of her. Her pussy was all dilated by the size of his cock. She took off his rubber and she threw it into the waste paper basket, it landed with a big ?splat!? noise. He pulled off her panties all the way and licked her pussy making her cum again and again until she could not even think straight. Then he removed her skirt. Other than the strand of pearls she wore and her glasses she was nude on the bed. They whispered to each other again and laughed ?Honey I want my black lover inside of me again, get him ready.? I had seen this sort of thing in those cuckold videos but I never thought I?d be a part of it. Melanie started to finger herself. ?Come on get it going. Greg stood up waving his cock. I grasped it in my hand and started to rub it, feeling it grow. ?Oh you look so sexy, but now use your mouth. I balked at doing such a thing. She got up, she grabbed her tits and told me if I ever wanted to feel them again I would do as she said. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed lightly. I got down on my knees. Now I was face level with his cock. ?Come on, you are going to look so sexy. She said. She held the back of my head as Gregg put his cock in my face. I was told to kiss the head. As my wife looked down at me I hesitated for a moment, then did as I was told to do. ?Such a good little cuckold. Now suck on it. Come on it was good enough to write about it is good enough to do.? I opened my mouth and too my greatest shame took his cock in.it ?Watch the teeth.? he cautioned me. It soon got too fat for my inexperienced mouth to take. She had me lick the entire length of his cock. When it was rock hard she pushed me away saying I liked it a bit too much. I rolled another condom onto his cock and watched as they went back to the bed together. She put her legs on his shoulders while demanding that her ?black prince? fuck her hard and deep. He fucked her slowly making her moan. ?Oh thank you honey for writing those stories. Do you like it now that they have come true. Do you?? Soon a second over filled rubber filled the garbage can. The room smelled of their sweat. What was most painful was watching them in bed together kissing and cuddling. ?What should we do next? ?Oh honey wait! What was that other thing you really got off on? Oh yeah! Women getting fucked without rubbers. ?Bare-back? I think you called it. Well are you up for it?? She said getting on top of Gregg, she turned around and asked if I was watching as she squatted down over his naked shaft. It made a wet noise as it slid into her cunt. She pounded down on him good and hard, he played with her fat tits as she did so. ?Tell me when you are going to cum.? She pleaded. Tell me!? My wife turned to me, ?So honey what do you think of me taking his load inside of me, oh by the way look in the draw. She sat on his cock while I did so. There were her birth control pills, and the pack was full, she had not taken them for the last few days. What was she doing? She could get pregnant, then I realized she was tormenting me more, doing what I wrote about. ?Maybe I ought to let you take his load in your mouth instead of my pussy.? She said as she banged herself down on him. He groaned and she sat down on his cock hard letting his cum inside of her. At that point I was honestly considering it, rather than have him cum inside of her. Then she laughed and said I was not worthy of his load, and smashed herself down on him even harder. With a loud groan he came inside of her. My wife used her pussy muscles to milk every drop inside of her. I was made to help Greg get dressed; he left her his card giving me a smirk as he left the room. ?Well was that everything your stories had in them. Did it turn you on to watch? I told her it did, I could not lie to her. ?Hmmm! In your stories the white woman always goes back for more, and what else, well she gets a boob job but it is clear that I don?t need that.? She said grabbing her ample breasts. ?You also have them get a tattoo with their new sexual preference for black men. Hmmm! That might be a good idea. And there is them getting pierced, I might.? I was ready to pass out from my own hard on. ?Oh! That! Well I think it might explode a little bit too hard. So I want you to stroke it. Come on stroke that cock. Come on think of me and that big black dick. Come on that?s it.? She had me jerk off all over the floor, which later I would have to clean up. ?Wow! Small cock big load! What you want some more. Well then you know what to do first.? She said pointing to her pussy. Some of his cum was still dripping out of it. ?Come on it is either that or the guest room. You write about it all the time big boy, now are you too scared to do it? Come on!? She sat on my face and as I looked up and she played with her tits while I licked her clean. ?That?s it lick my pussy nice and clean like the useless cuckold you are.? She ground her cunt into my face telling me to do a good job. Then she had me lick her tits clean where he came before. Satisfied she let me fuck her, her pussy was wetter than I remembered it to be. What was the outcome? Well she bought a wig and kept her head shaved to remind me of what we did. Then she got a spade tattoo, like on the card deck right ,on her tit as a further reminder. Melanie did admit that she was very turned on by fucking a black cock, but said she would not do it again. There were too many risks and she liked it a bit too much. My wife was tested and found not to be pregnant. She said I hoped I learned my lesson and no more stories. However I wondered what would happen if she caught me again. Feedback is always welcome at drbonefeedback@yahoo.com 26206 2.10/512345

Desiring Another Man's Wife Ch. 07

Michael and Jen had just gotten home when the phone rang. "It's Victor," Michael said to his wife. "He and Monique are in the neighborhood, and asked to stop by." Jen froze. She wasn't ready to see Victor again, not after the last time. That's why she wouldn't go to the club, but had instead insisted that they go out by themselves to dinner and a movie. "We should invite them over," Michael said. "They're just down the street. We don't want to be rude." Jen started to protest, but she sensed her husband's excitement. She could tell he wanted to see Monique again. Feeling hurt, she shrugged, and listened as Michael excitedly invited Victor and Monique up to their apartment. Jen remembered Victor's command. "Next time I see you, I want you wearing a shorter skirt. But not before then." Jen had intended to wear the new outfit that evening with Michael -- the turtleneck and mini-skirt. But at the last moment she had decided on a different skirt and blouse, and low-heel pumps. It wasn't because of Victor's command, she had told herself. She just felt more comfortable in less revealing clothes. But now, with Victor on his way to see her? She didn't know what to do. Changing into a short skirt would be so humiliating. But Victor's words kept echoing in her head. "Next time I see you, I want you wearing a shorter skirt." "I guess I better change," Jen said finally. She saw the questioning look on Michael's face, and hurried into their bedroom before he could ask anything. Jen undressed, and hurriedly rummaged through her closet for the new outfit. She considered a moment, looking undecided, and then sprayed perfume between her breasts. She was about to put on the new outfit when she remembered a porn movie she had watched with Michael. Blushing and feeling a little ashamed, she pulled down her pantyhose and panties to her knees, and spritzed a little perfume on her trimmed bush. Jen pulled her pantyhose and panties back on, then dressed quickly in the clingy turtleneck and mini-skirt. She also changed from the low-heel pumps to her new stiletto heels. She brushed her blonde hair and checked her makeup, applying a fresh coat of lipstick. She was about to return when she hesitated, looking at the top of her dresser. While feeling guilty, she nevertheless snatched up the pearl necklace Michael had given her on their wedding day, and put it on around her neck, the string of pearls hanging between her shapely breasts. "You look great, honey," Michael said as she emerged from the bedroom. "Is that a new outfit?" Jen nodded hesitantly. "Um ... yeah. I had some money left over after buying these shoes. Do you like?" Michael barely had time to nod before the door buzzed. Then Victor was standing in the door, smiling and leering at her past Michael's shoulder. He looked her up and down, nodding appreciatively. "I'll get drinks," Jen said nervously, wilting under Victor's intense gaze. She retreated into the kitchen, hoping Victor wouldn't follow, but knowing he would. Jen was on her tiptoes and reaching for wine glasses when she felt Victor's presence behind her. "You smell delicious," he said as he nuzzled her neck, his face buried in her silky blonde hair. "You look incredible," he said as his hands worked under her turtleneck and felt her flat tummy. "Man, you've got a fucking tight body!" Jen felt Victor's hands roaming under her turtleneck, moving towards her breasts. "Please," she pleaded in a low voice, putting her hands on Victor's and trying to push him away. "Michael's just in the other room." Victor chuckled. "Let's see what they're doing," he said, and he guided Jen to the doorway of the living room. Monique was straddling Michael on the sofa, her dress pulled up around her waist. Jen felt a pang of jealousy as she watched her husband reach behind Monique and unzip her. She felt even worst as Michael's eyes grew wide at the sight of Monique's braless breasts, and she barely stifled a sob as Michael fondled and sucked Monique's nipples. Suddenly Jen felt a hard, pulsing rod in her hand. Victor had pulled out his penis and was pressing it against her. Jen tried to pull away but Victor held her hand with his, making her hold his hard cock. Despite seeing her husband with another woman, Jen found herself fascinated by Victor's penis. It was long and thick and incredibly hard, like granite, with thick veins running up both sides of the shaft. It looked menacing, yet the skin was soft and unblemished. Her body tingled as she held him, and she felt almost dizzy with anticipation and excitement. Jen watched as Monique reached down and cupped Michael's hard-on. "I've wanted to feel this since that first time we danced," Jen heard Monique say. Monique unzipped Michael and pulled out his penis. This was the penis Jen was so familiar with, the only penis she had held, or sucked, or allowed inside her for almost 10 years. It was her husband's penis, the penis of the man she loved. But even as she watched another woman fondle and stroke Michael's penis, Jen couldn't help comparing it to the one she held in her hand. "Michael is so small," Jen thought. Victor pulled Jen back into the kitchen, easily lifting her onto the kitchen table. He pushed her skirt up around her waist. Jen yelped when he tore her pantyhose from the waistband to her crotch, and she yelped again when he ripped her panties off. Victor's brutal nature both frightened and aroused her. Victor smiled, and took a moment to appreciate the beauty of Jen's pussy, hairless except for a thin landing strip above her clit. Jen blushed as for the first time in almost ten years, a man other than her husband looked upon her most private parts. Victor guided his cock to Jen's pussy, rubbing the large bulbous cockhead between her wet pussy lips, and was satisfied when he heard Jen moan. Jen looked between her legs and saw the long, thick cock that was about to penetrate her. It frightened her, it was so big. How could it ever fit inside her? Victor held Jen's hips as he slowly pushed his massive cockhead into the young blonde wife. "Ugh god, god!" Jen cried at the violation. "It hurts!" "Stop whining," Victor said dismissively. "You'll get use to it, and when you do, you'll beg me for it." Jen grimaced and bit her lip as, inch by inch, Victor penetrated her with this thick cock. Perspiration fell off Victor's brow from the exertion. "Damn you're tight, as tight as a fucking virgin!" he growled. "It hurts, it hurts," Jen whimpered, tears flowing down her cheeks from the pain. She felt her pussy straining around Victor's rod; it felt as though she could feel the thick veins running up the sides of his cock. She looked between them and her eyes grew wide. He still had at least six inches to push inside her! And he seemed to get thicker at the base! God, she already felt completely stuffed, how could she possibly fit all of him inside her? Victor began pulling out and pushing back in, each time stuffing more cock meat inside her. Jen grunted from the pain, her chest heaving, her hands frantically gripping the sides of the table. But then, pleasure joined the pain, and Jen's grunts turned into moans. Victor was so long and thick that he stimulated both her clit and g-spot with every thrust. The pleasure was incredible, its intensity magnified by the pain. Suddenly Jen tensed, her back arching as she came. It was like a dam rupturing, and she dug her manicured nails into Victor's back as tidal waves of pleasure cascaded through her body. She had never had an orgasm so intense, and it went on and on, never seeming to end. Then Victor grunted and his body tensed, and with a powerful lurch he also came, his cock pumping what seemed like gallons of his seed into Jen's fertile womb. They lay panting for long minutes, their chests heaving in tandem. Jen wrapped her arms around Victor's neck and they lay there snuggling in the afterglow of their orgasms, his half-hard cock still inside her, her legs still wrapped around his waist. "My god," Jen thought silently, still panting but completely satisfied. "My god." She had never had better sex. She had never even known sex could be so good. 9723 2.76/512345

Dear Mother Debbie (Vol 2)

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright c December 2000 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached. All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. Story Content:(Cuckoldry,M+/F,MF,MM,Impreg,FemDom,Inter) WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS. TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE TITLE: Dear Mother Debbie - Vol. 2 AUTHOR: C.D.E. INTRODUCTION: Hello, out there on the World Wide Web. This is Mother Debbie with another addition of my Internet column. My first for 2001. (SEE Vol. 1 for why I, Mother Debbie, started this advice column). TO MY READERS: In this edition of my column, I have three interesting cases from readers seeking my advice on, or telling me about their situations. This edition could even be called the "cream pie" Edition. Read on and see if you agree. Lets get started with our first case: CASE #1 Dear Mother Debbie I'm a faithful, but sexually under endowed husband. I'm also a cuckold. My wife dates other men rather openly. I'mthe daddy of four children that my wife has had by other men over the 10 years of our marriage. These are our only kids so far. All the real fathers of our kids have personally and privately complimented me at one time that I was a better father than they would've been and were proud of me raising their children my wife had from them. Our sex life pretty much consists of me eating my wife's pussy and me masturbating for relief, if my wife is not in the mood to let me have some or gives me head. My wife always desires I give her oral love after she's been on a date with her many men friends. Both our mothers and other family female members encourage me to be satisfied with this arrangement and think this is the right marital lifestyle for me. I'm not well endowed and have a rather docile personality. Recently, one of my wife's lovers asked me to give him some head, when he dropped by and my wife wasn't at home. I refused. My wife, as well as her family and mine have told me that I was wrong not to suck her lover's dick. No matter how I tried to defend myself about that event, I was rebuked at every turn by all the women on both sides of the family for refusing to be his cocksucker. My wife was livid that I was so insensitive to the needs of one of her lovers. Please tell me I was right about doing what I did. I will abide by your advice. As I've said earlier, we have four children. I'm not the real father of any of them. My wife appears to have babies from her men to prove her romantic commitment to them. She says that our love, between she and I, is so much deeper than simple romantic emotional commitment and making babies. She claims our love is deep and true. "True soulmate love darling" - her words. My wife has hinted that she may not be finished bearing children yet. She's said that a lot of the decision making on this rest with her lovers. Even after all this time, I'm still a bit perturbed that I don't seem to have any involvement in my wife being inseminated. However, I do believe I've done remarkably well adjusting. The only time I know when she and her lovers are planning another addition to our family is typically after she begins to swell up. Mother Debbie, please help me out here. I've probably told you more that you wanted to know, but It would help a lot if you gave me guidance that I could use in this situation. I'm sure my relatives and in-laws would leave me alone based on your advice. Thank you in advance, Anonymous Cuckold RESPONSE FROM MOTHER DEBBIE Dear Anonymous Cuckold You did the right thing in giving me the background in regard to your marital environment. I must compliment and praise you and your wife for doing what it takes to make your marriage work. So many couples get divorced rather than investing a little extra effort as you and she have done. Her, for getting the extramarital fucking she needs for her sexual satisfaction due to your inadequacy in this department. You, for adapting, adjusting, and accepting the results (her used pussy and other men's babies) of your wife's extramarital emotional commitments. I'd like to give you some general tips before I directly address the issue you wrote me about: First of all, continue to eat your wife's pussy. I can never stress that enough for you under endowed hubbys who live the cuckoldry lifestyle. This is essential for your keeping the woman you love. Secondly, always be faithful and let her expressly know you'll continue to jack off rather than cheat on her. Three, don't fret in the least that you are the last to know when your wife decides to have another man's baby to prove her emotional, or lusty attachment, or bond, to him. Greet and embrace her warmly and lovingly when she lets you know she has been knocked up and bringing you another man's baby to raise and carry your last name. Of course, I always recommend in such situations that a derivative of the lover's name be the baby's first name. Let her know that you're happy along with her and that you'll treat the baby as if it was your own. Apparently you are doing that already, so no sweat on that issue. I'm sure the real fathers of your current children respect you for raising them as well as you are doing and are probably very proud of the job you're doing. You should be pleased that they have all told you that you've done well raising their kids. You should be elated getting that kind of respectful praise. Men don't mind knocking up the wife of such a respected husband and daddy. You have every right to boast of their approval of you. Lastly, I agree with your wife and other family members. You were wrong. I see nothing wrong with you sucking the dicks of her lovers. DO IT! I believe it can only make a better husband out of you. You'll really get to know more about her men by mouthing their stiff dicks and being on the receiving end of their spurting rods and being a recipient of their creamy hot semen. Yes, you'll definitely get to know a man better by sucking his dick and tasting his sperm, especially if that man is fucking your wife. You'll find out how many times he's good for coming as well as how long he can hold out before flooding your mouth pussy with his cum. Beside making your own assessment that he's worthy of fucking her fine pussy, You'll have a better understanding of why she needs other men over you. It'll be an invaluable experience for you. Also, after you get to know her studs this way, my further advice would be for you to consider getting off some ass for them too. Yes, let them fuck you too, if they desire it. Sincerely, Mother Debbie RESPONSE BACK FROM ANNONYMOUS: Mother Debbie, Thanks so very much for your advice. It's been six months since I got your reply. I'm writing to let you know that I took all your advice and it has made a difference in our marriage. First of all, I don't refuse her boyfriends anymore when they want their dicks sucked. In fact, they come by frequently just for me to do them now, even when my wife is here. They are quite robust, so often they have enough cum for my wife and me. In addition to lapping up my wife's slimy pussy in her lovers' presence, I have also started licking up the cum slime from their big dicks after they fuck her. You were so right about being able to assess their sexual stamina and the robustness of their sexing ability by being a cocksucker for her real men. Also, two of her studs have also fucked me too. That really has made me feel as if I've got to know them better. You were so correct, getting to know about pleasing another man's dick can't help but reduce tension and bond you and your wife's lover closer together. It also has made me more popular with my family and in-laws also. Thanks again for your advice Mother Debbie. You have made our marriage and cuckoldry lifestyle even better and brought us all closer together. Very Sincerely, Anonymous Cuckold MOTHER DEBBIES COMMENTS ON CASE #1: It really makes me feel good to have helped this loving couple enhance their marriage, especially the devoted husband. I can not over stress that wives are very appreciative of husbands helping out around the house, as well as helping her out when she has several studs to service too. Cuckolds, take note. Your esteem will rise in the eyes of your wife when you become a cocksucker (and/or sissy cunt) and help out when she either gets behind on her extramarital fucking, or is unavailable when her lovers come by for a quickie. Now lets look at our Second Case: ---------------CASE#2-------------------------- Dear Mother Debbie, My name is Howard and my wife's name is Helen. Helen is the love of my life. The type woman I never thought, in my wildest dreams, that I'd ever be able call my own or have wear my name. She is not only beautiful, but vivacious with her 36-24-26 figure on a small, larger than petite, 5'6" frame. She has jet-black hair and very smooth unblemished alabaster skin. Myself, I'm quite ordinary, with many even saying I'm geekish and that I easily blend in the background. I've always been told I'm an unassuming person, with an easygoing manner. Mother Debbie my problem is that for the last 3 months, I'm almost sure my new bride is having an affair and is not really hiding it. I say that because the taste of her lush cunt has recently, well actually for the last 3 months, has been heavily coated with and oozing a considerable amount of what looks like semen. Plus there is no doubt her cunt has been fairly freshly fucked within a few hours of her straddling my face with her sloppy snatch. You see another concern of mine about this is that she requires me to wear condoms when we have intercourse. At first I didn't know what to make of the situation. I hate to admit it, I wasn't really sure what I was tasting, but as her cute cunt became slimier and sloppier, it became obvious what was going on. The taste of her started off mildly creamy and got progressively creamier with more of a gamy aroma. That mixed with other signs such as fresh reddish hand prints on her rear and tits, not to mention her much looser pussy slot as well as the puffy inflamed condition of her cunt lips also. Also our sex activities has also taken a turn. Now when she comes in from her "evening outings", I'm usually in bed. Most nights it's always after 2AM when she gets home from her outings. Helen wakes me up and French kisses me passionately. The smell of alcohol and now what I suspect is the taste and smell of her having sucked cock is reeking from her breath. Nevertheless, her kisses are good as she's never kissed so passionately before, at least with me. After her fervent kisses and embrace she guides my head to her tits. Her nipples are usually very erect. Something I hadn't seen before she started going on her outings. Whenever there is dim light in the bedroom, I can see the outline of large handprints on her luscious boobs. I cringe at the site, but nevertheless proceed to enjoy the warmth and white softness of her warm bosom. Mother Debbie, I'm eating an awfully lot of sloppy wet slimy pussy. However, I do love her and am afraid of losing her. I do get a thrill from knowing she really gets off under my tonguing in a way I know I can't do otherwise. I am however wondering whether I should continue to pretend that nothing is wrong and go about my usual business? As I've said, I tend to be rather non-confrontational. I've not said anything because I'd hoped she would open up to me what the problem is. However, it's obvious she getting better sex from men with dicks bigger than my 5 inch prick. "That was so good darling. Now why don't you wank yourself off then call it a night. I'm a bit too tired to let you ride." This statement from her began to be repeated more and more after the first week of marriage. Mother Debbie, the issue is should I confront her over my suspicions? The other side of the coin is what should I do if she admits there are other men in our marriage? Sincerely Yours, Ambivalent MOTHER DEBBIE'S REPLY Dear Ambivalent, You've come close to answering your own question. Yes, if you confront your wife, you must be prepared for her answer to your questions. If she is seeing other men, the real issue is what are you going to do about it? If she loves you and wants to stay with you, but has become dependent on their better endowed sexing, my advice is for you to accept that and adapt. Mark my word, you must also be prepared for her insisting that you keep on sucking up the fuck residual from her slimy snatch. However, this should not be a problem since you've already been doing this for some time now. Get use to it, if you want to keep your wife, you'll be eating a lot more over the years. Another caution, you must not be caught up in the trap and believe that sex between her and other men is equal to love. Also should it come to this, you must not under any circumstance get caught up in the belief that if your wife comes home with another man's baby in her belly, that she loves you any less or is trying to humiliate you by having his child (or children, yes there may be more than one time) for y'all to rear. In order to keep the good physical sexing of her studs, these men may desire some unusual forms of payment for the services they provide to your marriage, hence the babies your wife may have to commit to having to keep them giving her what she needs, and your marriage needs - her happiness. Get it, their dicks keep her happy. As a team, you two pay by her having their kids, and by you being a good husband and daddy. This keeps your wife happy and the marriage harmonious. By accomplishing that, by definition, you're a good husband. Sincerely, Mother Debbie REPLY FROM AMBIVALENT: Mother Debbie, Thank you so much for your advice. After receiving your response, I decided to sit down with my new wife and discuss things. You were right on the mark about every thing. She was sexing two other guys, who were far better endowed than I am. One is a co-worker at her job and her other "stud fuck buddy" - her words - is a friend of her co-worker. The two men have basically been using my wife as their "sex toy" - her words. She seems really gleeful at being a sex plaything for the two men. It bothered me to hear her tell me that she felt so free and uninhibited doing things for them that she would never do for me, like for instance, blowjobs. "I don't meant to hurt you dear, but your peter is just to small to give me the same pleasure I get by sucking on a mouth filling, big manly cock." Her reply to my question did hurt, but as you implied Mother Debbie, I do have to be concerned about her happiness, for our marriage to be a happy one. The more we talked, it was obvious, I would have to accept and adapt to her continuing to be the sex toy of her two studs. "Yes darling, we must still be intimate in the way we have so far, so as to keep the bond of our love, and yet keep it linked to the physical lusty happiness they give me. Yes, I still want you to prove your love me by doing what you've been doing. I need your mouth on my ravished and dick hammered pussy to fulfill me fully, and in a way that the guys just can't do. Anyway, they don't suck pussy, and especially so after they use it. I think that's a job you should do and one that I know you do so well, my darling husband." The tone of her words seemed to indicate a sense of husbandly pride as she spoke. However, I could only stare in stunned surprise at the content of her statement. Oh well, I took it to mean she didn't mean anything insulting, it was just how her words came out. After more thought and deliberation on the whole subject, I came to the conclusion that if being a good husband meant having a wife that is an admitted "sex plaything" to other men, then that is the way things has to be for us to have a good marriage. Also, before I close Mother Debbie, my wife did hint that both of her studs have discussed with her what features a baby by them would have. So I guess you were also on track about that possible being something I'll have to deal with down the road. With Sincere Thanks, Ambivalent MOTHER DEBBIES COMMENTS ON CASE #2: I just can't express how tingly and contented inside it makes me feel to have helped out a confused husband and see the positive results it makes in a marriage. Now lets look at our third Case: ---------------CASE# 3-------------------------- Mother Debbie, I read you First Edition, i.e., Vol. 1, and thought your advice made so much sense and was so correct for the reader you aided in making his marriage rock solid. To me it demonstrated that cuckoldry is an acceptable way to infuse stability into a marital relationship that otherwise may falter if that option is not there. I just wanted to share my situation as proof of this. Mother Debbie, Joan, my wife, and I have been happily married for several years. Earlier, before we were married, I'd dated Joan for a year before we got engaged. We were engaged for a year also. So therefore, we had been a committed couple for slightly over two years. Our wedding was two months away when the events immediately below started to occur. I first must say, at the time, I really loved her and I believe she loved me too. We got along so well, both intellectually and we both like doing so many things together. While dating, our sexual relationship consisted of us doing heavy petting and me licking her pussy and lapping up the abundant juices she generated. By the way, she didn't let me start sucking her cunt until after I gave her an engagement ring. I was virtually a virgin and very inexperienced in sexual matters, so when she said it was proper for me to not go beyond kissing until we were engaged, I accepted that. Later, after we got engaged, she said that until we were married, she would only permit me pussy sucking privileges and that I could jerk off for her after I ate her out. Well anyway, when I first started sucking her cunt, it of course was good to be intimate with her and she tasted wonderful. Her pussy had a mildly sweet sour twang of a taste, with a bit of a pleasant erotic musk aroma. The more times I sucked her delightful muff, she was even juicier and her sweet cunt tasted creamier and with more full body too. She told me it was her natural feminine musk and it meant she was generating it because she was thinking of me. Well I accepted that and for 10 months I relished eating her out and devouring her feminine `musk juices'. Well that's the background of our relationship in brief. The next part of my story has to do with Jenny, who's a close friend of Joan. Jenny, a friend of Joan and I, and who has been chummy with Joan for a while, came to me and let me know that Joan was getting jittery about marrying me, because she didn't know if I truly loved her or that she was ready for marriage yet. "I think she is going to cook up some really wild stuff to test your love for her." Jenny said to me in secret. Jenny said she didn't have any details or clues as to what Joan was going to tell me. The old saying is that to be forewarned is to be forearmed. I thanked Jenny and felt contented that I would be ready for my fiancee's testing of my love. Well, about a week after Jenny clued me, Joan told me we had to have a talk and it was then she dropped a bombshell on me. It appeared she's been sexing 5 different guys the whole time we were dating and engaged. She revealed, in her words "I've been fucking routinely since I was 15. Rarely has a month goes by that I haven't been laid at least three times a week." I tried to act devastated, since I was confident it was a ruse to see my reaction. I feigned that I was hurt and felt betrayed, since I assumed we were both faithful. "I was emotionally faithful, but not physically or of the flesh faithful darling." She replied to me. She further revealed that her "musk" juices, which I savored so, was actually the cum of the five studs she'd been fucking regularly. I cringed at the creativity of her mock fantasy. The mere thought of having been fed a steady diet of other men's ejaculated sperm over the last ten months, caused a realistic reaction without having to pretend. I continued to pretend to be speechless. After a suitable time of mock shock, I inquired why she didn't allow me to have intercourse with her. "Silly, I didn't want you to think I was easy. A good catch like you would've thought so much less of me if you got into my panties too easy." She replied. "B-But, after all the time we've been together, and being engaged too, surely it would be reasonable for us to..." "Darling, a girl can never be too careful when she's trying to capture the man of her dreams. Plus, you ate me so well and always made me feel so super with your tongue. Also, I ran the risk of you losing interest in me once you got into my pussy." I assured her that would definitely not be the case. She went on. "Honey the reason, I wanted to tell you all this is that if you love me as you claim you do, then I have to let you know that I need to continue to have sex with other men. You see... And I don't mean to hurt you darling with what I'm about to say, but I can tell you, your little prick is not going to satisfy my pussy itch and give me what I need. You give great head and it's really good for me after the guys have fucked me. Your tongue carries me to seventh heaven as you're licking up after them. You see, I need all you have to give me and their heavy duty robust cocks too". I could tell she was very sincere in her statement. That concerned me, but I went along with things, based solely on the information from Jenny. Joan was indeed doing a great job of acting. I sat quietly. I pretended to be speechless. She went on. "Jason, we have both invested a lot of time in this relationship and I think it can work out very well, even with me continuing to see other men while we're married." I was trying to figure out the best way to handle all of this. I decided to play it by ear. I figured I couldn't go wrong by pretending to be hurt at what she was suggesting. I'd reject the idea at first, but later capitulate. I finally made up my mind to reply and told her that I didn't think I could endure the pain of knowing that she was out with someone else. "Jason, I want to be with you and you want to be with me. What are you worried about? You've been sharing me with at least five other men for the last two years as well as eating their jism for the last ten months. The only difference now is that you know about and then you didn't. Doesn't my honesty mean something here? Are you worried about some silly male pride of sharing me?" I feigned to be hurt. I hoped my acting was as good as hers. We went round and round about how we would handle things if word got out and so and how I would handle being humiliated. To make things even more iron clad, she wanted a prenuptial agreement that also was consistent with what we were talking about, that is her having outside partners, but vehemently rejected that idea of me unfaithful as she would be. "Darling, I will be seeing other guys cause you need their help. I have all the pussy you need. I would not tolerate you being with another woman and that's final. Do you understand me?" Her look of dead seriousness stunned me. I could only nod acceptance in reply to her. The tone of her voice changed as she continued. "Sweetheart, now that we have that out of the way, I have to say that you must really love me to even go this far in discussing this subject with me. And that means so much to me. But what I have to say next will be the acid test to see if your love is true and I definitely want this in the pre-nuptial agreement." She looked me deep in my eyes and dropped the biggest bombshell yet in her fantasy arsenal. I was indeed in awe of her creativity. The gist of the bomb was that she'd promised the five studs she'd been sexing the last two years that she'd have a baby from each of them, and that the children would carry a suitable variation of their first names, and my last name. "Surely you c-can't expect me to believe that?" I blurted out, as I almost felt compelled to tell her about my meeting with Jenny. Instead, I collected my thoughts and continued to play it cool and stay calm. I wanted to see her reaction to all this. "I know this would be hard for you to swallow Jason, but if I can't have their kids, I don't think I'd enjoy getting pregnant from you, considering the endowment of your baby making equipment. Not to hurt you, but a woman wants to feel the passion and have a man probing the bottom of her cunt when she's getting inseminated." He answer again caused me concern as I knew she was pushing the limits on my feeling, especially after having basically trashed my manhood in the process. I sat silent, looking hurt and distraught. I really wasn't faking much of it either. "Darling, I know we both love each other deeply. I see what I've proposed as workable. And besides, it'll prove to me you're the right man for me. The guys who I'm fucking just want one thing from me and that's what's between my legs. You on the other hand are in love with the real me. I know I'm in love with the real you. The you that I know will make me a wonderful husband." "But Joan, w-what about others finding out I-I'm, well, I guess you call it a-a cuckold... and the kids, somebody is sure to notice that they may not resemble me." I stammered, again some of this was not all acting as I thought of the fantasy becoming reality. "Jason honey, yes. that is a distinct possibility, or they could all look more like me, nothing is for certain. Otherwise, if word does get out, you can always resort to doing the right thing." "What's that?" "Tell them that you indeed do love me enough to stay with me and allow me to have babies from other men." I was again at a loss for where this was going to end. My fiancee took care of that as she gave me a copy of a pre-nuptial agreement. It included all the things we'd talked about earlier plus the provision that there would not be any paternity protest for any children born of the marriage and that I would consider them all mine legally, without question. Joan left me with the document and gave me 24 hours to sign it or the wedding and our relationship were finished. She left me holding the agreement and a blank look on my face. I was truly perplexed by this all even though I suspected this was all a ruse. This all had to be a fantasy. I repeatedly looked at the agreement over and over again before seeing Joan the next day. I came to the conclusion that if I didn't sign the document it would give her an excuse to say I wasn't serious about her. So I threw caution to the wind and accepted the document as also being a fake also and put any idea of it being realistic out of my mind. I signed it with a chuckle at how clever I was at knowing about her scheme to have written proof of my love for her. Joan was very pleased at my signature on the agreement when I brought it over to her place. "Darling this proves you are the man I knew you to be, as well as the right man for me to marry. A man that is secure in his manhood and a man that I know I love." She said with a very bright smile on her face as she handed me a cup of coffee and urged me to drink it and let her know how I liked the new import blend she was trying out. I did as she requested, expecting any moment to have her come out and tell me all this was a ruse. The coffee was okay, except I couldn't really see the difference between it and her normal blend. I was half way through the cup when it happened. I tried to twitch my toe and nothing happened. I was paralyzed. I couldn't even speak. I was trapped with no way to signal to anyone. I was glad I could see Joan walking over toward me. I was so glad she was a registered nurse. She would know what to do. "Feel comfy darling? Here, let me take that cup before you spill what's left of it. Good! the little drug I gave you has taken effect. I have a little show planned for you. Yes dear, I know you can't speak. No, the show won't last too long, maybe an hour or so. Just enough time for you to see Johnny, one of the guys I told you about, fucks me and fill my cunt a few times. After he leaves, I'll be over here to feed you a heavy dose of my creamy pussy musk. You see dear, you can breath, see, move your eyelids, lips, tongue and swallow, but not much else. Your vocal cords have been put to sleep. I need your lips to function so you can eat his cum out of my pussy because I'm going to put the antidote in my cunt so you can eat them both at the same time. Don't worry, the antidote is odorless and tasteless. It won't spoil the cream pie we're going to make for you in the least." Being totally helpless, I could only watch as Johnny, who I'd never seen before, came out of a bedroom wearing only a Tee shirt. He started to fondle, kiss, and obscenely grope, and then finally fuck the girl I deeply loved, right in front on me, not more than 10 feet from my paralyzed body. I was doubly shocked that the stranger sexing my wife- to-be was also a black man. I have to say, he had a tool on him that would be envied by any less endowed fellow like me. His erect member jutted out like a pole of steel - black steel, I might add - and was at least 8 inches. It looked almost 2" thick. I hated what was happening to me, not to mention the hurt and humiliation I felt that Joan had not only done what she was doing to me now, but what she'd perpetrated on me over the past months. She and Johnny put on quite a sexual performance. I knew he came at least four times and it seemed as if his member never softened or languished until his final cum. I hated to admit it to myself, but I had to admire the guy. I also had to admit to myself that Joan also deserved some credit for her part in accommodating such a magnificent tool. I mentally sighed. I knew I'd lost her for good if she was accustomed to the kind of sex that was demonstrated before me. After the two were through basking in the afterglow of their lusty hot fuck session, Johnny got dressed and left after a whispered conversation with Joan. "Darling, I know you're filled with all sorts of feelings and questions, but the first thing you'll have to do is to take your medicine. That is the antidote, which I slipped in my pussy and had Johnny ram it to the bottom with his lovely rod. The capsule will soon be dissolved and spread the anti-dote around the bottom of my cunt. That means you'll have to suck my pussy extra good to get the full dosage. It not it'll take much longer for your paralysis to wear off. Understand? You can blink your eyes twice. They are still movable." I blanked twice. What happened next was so surreal. My fiancee positioned me so that she could straddle my head as I sat on the couch. She advised me that my throat muscles should be working also. I blanked twice for her verification. The only way to confirm that she had indeed been telling the truth was for me to put my mouth on her jism saturated twat and taste the residual slimy mess of their fucking that was before me. Surely, this unctuous fuck slop couldn't be the pussy musk I'd savored before. However, in order to get the anti-dote, I didn't have much choice except to become her fuck eater. As her messy snatch came closer to my face, a strange sensation shot through me as I picked up a familiar, but now stronger odor. Another sniff confirmed it to be the same fragrance of her pussy musk. I became alarmed at what I thought was fabrication now had become reality. I felt both her hands on the back of my head. Suddenly my head was pulled into her slimy, oozing, soft, bushy crotch. My face was pressed tightly to her gaping fuck slot with no way to prevent a good bit of the whitish goo from getting in my mouth. In no time I realized that Joan was not lying. "Don't struggle darling, you must eat all of my creampie." I heard her say as I felt her one of her legs looped over my shoulder, seating her pussy firmly in my face. The more I struggled, it seemed the more goo I got in my mouth and smeared over my face. The strange thing was that the taste this time was much richer and even better than before. My paralysis gradual wore off within an hour after consuming the full contents of my fiancee's heavily loaded and semen soggy hairy fuck box. I was very angry, but I was so embarrassed too. I simply washed my face and left without talking to Joan. She continually tried to assure that I was okay, as well as justify her actions of using a special muscle relaxer on me. It was difficult understanding, at that time, how her doing what she did, was her way of showing that she loved me, and that her love would include her getting good fuckings from others. --WE BREAK UP--- After her show and tell, Joan and I broke up. I was so angry with her. However, we kept in touch. Her concern for me seemed genuine and at least that made me feel better about things. "Jason Honey, look at it this way. You're good at eating my pussy. I suspect we both know that's the best way you'll ever be able to get me off anyway. Like you told me, it takes a while for you to recharge for your second come anyway. What did you tell me? I think you said a couple of days. Didn't you?" I know my face was beet red in response to what she said. I held my words, because I felt she had gone way beyond the limits of decency with such a crude and biting remark. However, I tried to keep my wits about me. "Joan, I-I don't want to go there. It's obvious you're getting what you need f-from Johnny and the other guys. I-I can't compare with them. Surely you don't need me." I replied softly into the phone receiver. "Jason darling, I want you. I really love you. I want you to see that we can have a viable relationship and marriage, even with the guys fucking me, you know, the way you can't... and darling, with you sucking me, the way, they can't, it'll all work out so well. You'll be doing what you do best and so will they. Why can't you understand and accept that?" "J-Joan, I-I can't deal w-with this now. I-It's bad enough that I'll be a cuckold, to say the least, but a spent jism sucking cuckold is-is..." "A sign of a man secure with the manhood Mother Nature gave him darling. Jason honey, we both know you're fond of my choochee cream after me and the guys fuck. You've eaten a lot of it over the last few months. You've never sucked it when their dicks haven't been in it first. That's a fact. In fact, you didn't want to admit it, but you came in your pants one time while you were sucking my fucked muff." Joan interjected as she cut me off. I was really embarrassed that Joan had picked up on and remembered that one incident. "J-Joan, I-I don't want to talk about this anymore. I-I have to go. B-Bye." I said with a trembling cracked voice as I hung the phone up. I really missed Joan something terribly after my self imposed break up of our relationship. After all, it's hard accepting I'd been eating other men's spent jism from a cunt that was denied to me until wedding night. Joan continued to call to see how I was doing from time to time. I also called her for the same. This eventually lead to us having a date which was suppose to be a friend date, but it ended up with my mouth back on her delectable cunt, which I now knew to be slut pussy. This time there was no jism flavoring, just pure tasty hair pie. The taste was not as rich, but still very good. "I miss you darling, without you around, I don't have anyone to suck my pussy anymore. As I've told you, the fellows just like fucking me." I know she didn't mean that to be condescending, but it did have a slight ring of put down to it. On the other hand, I knew from some other discussions we'd had that her studs were not keen on pussy licking, especially after they all knew that at least four other dudes were dicking her regularly. Anyway, I chucked it up to another less than manly thing we less endowed guys have to face in life to be with the women we love. I knew I missed Joan very much, but I just didn't know how we could ever get together in the marital lifestyle she desired of me. "Actually, Jason, this break up has been good for us. Now you know everything. We could just as well pick up from where we left off. You could still be eating me out and jerking off just like you use to do and there really wouldn't be much difference than before, except you'd know where my pussy musk came from. It'd also be so much more romantic for us now darling. We could concentrate on us bonding closer rather than me spending so much energy trying to hide things from you." I had to admit some of the things she said sounded logical, but I still had to get over playing second, no sixth fiddle, and then living with the obvious result of the affairs Joan would be having. We talked about these things, we argued about them. I tried to negotiate with her about them and she negotiated them with me. We went round and around. It got to the point where I tried to limit the kids to two. I guess the mere fact I wanted her so bad I was willing to give into her at least having two men's babies for us, warmed her heart, as she became rather affectionate and cuddly. This ended in me eating her out again and her jerking me off afterwards. Her hands felt so good on my throbbing little prick. The whole while she was working on my member, she was working on me to accept her having all five kids. TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORT: Joan and I ended up getting married, with me abiding by all of her terms proposed in her pre-nuptial agreement - including 5 kids. I finally came to grips with the fact that it was useless to try and compete with better cocksmen, who were better at sexing her than I could ever be. We do have a wonderful marital relationship. We get along well together. However, when it comes to sex, it's understood her other men will do the real fucking for her, with me giving her the oral delight that she craves afterward. I've eaten untold quarts of her men's spent jism from her, but I've slowly come to see that my part in all this is just as natural as what they contribute to her pleasure and satisfaction. I infrequently do get to put my much smaller cock in my wife, but the greater part of the time, I eat her creampie and jack off. She has helped me see and understand that performing oral sex for her and me masturbating really is acceptable and rather satisfying on a continuing basis. We have three beautiful kids - two boys and a girl. Each strongly resembles their biological fathers, but of course they only know me as their dad. When their real fathers occasionally come by to visit, they know them as their play uncles. Sure, none of our kids look anything like me. Our daughter is black - Johnny's baby - and our sons white. I know people do whisper. One time, Joan and I overheard a lady in the grocery store whisper to a companion that I must really love my wife to put up with her being such a slut. Instead of being angry and offended, Joan pulled me closer and kissed me saying that she too agreed I had definitely demonstrated to her that I did love her also. She actually seemed happy and elated at the comment. As I write this, it's Saturday night and I've just finished putting the kids to bed. My wife is out on her usual weekend date with one or all of her stud lovers. Yes, they sometimes all get together for a gang bang with my wife as the guest of honor. Tonight she's out with Lester, who is the next scheduled for her to have a baby from. When she is not trying to make a baby and fucking unprotected, they all six get together for a gang bang of her. This happens about every six to eight weeks. She really comes home full of spent jism on those occasions. I'm basically not an outgoing person and some might say I'm unassuming also. However, my marriage has and is working out better than I ever thought it would. All I had to do was give it a chance. I'm married to a very beautiful woman and we have a loving, caring and honest relationship. She respects me as her husband, but it's perfectly clear who the men are in our marriage. She requires and expects me to respect them as such also. If they call and leave messages for her, I dutifully relay them to her. Most of the messages are related to an upcoming date or they want to get in touch with her for a rendezvous for a quickie. I've gotten desensitized to things like them telling me to tell her such things as their `dicks are hard and they need some ass'. Because of the kids, they tend not to leave such risque messages on our answering machine, but instead have me relay it directly to my wife. Other times they call me to let me know that they want my wife to wear a certain dress or item of lingerie on a date. My wife has given me the responsibility for laying out what attire she wears on her dates with her studs. My wife has on certain occasions invited her studs over for dinner. Whenever one of them comes over, she's sort of set the routine by having the stud sit at the head of the table and she at the other, with me sitting along the side with the kids. Most of the times I do most of the serving on these occasions as well as the cooking also. I realize that some might say I'm a fool or a slave cuckold. A cuckold yes, but a slave and a fool, no. I'm simply showing respect for guests in our home, even if these guests are screwing my wife regularly. Yours truly, Jason, A Happy Husband MOTHER DEBBIE'S REPLY & COMMENTS ON CASE #3: Dear Jason, You have a good reason to be a happy husband. Thanks so much for writing and sharing the history of your situation with us. May it serve as a model for other couples who're facing the same issues you two were. I praise you for realizing that it was better for you to come to your senses, and get back with Joan and agree to what she desired of you. You did the right thing in becoming the kind of husband she needed you to be. You have every reason to be a proud cuckold. Sincerely, Mother Debbie ------------MOTHER DEBBIE'S CLOSING COMMENTS-------- Dear Readers, I hope the three cases I selected have demonstrated the importance and success that can be realized in marital relations when less endowed or sexually challenged boyfriends/fiances/husbands accept and adapt to the scenarios the sexually demanding women they love, want and need. Be on the look out for my next edition. Sincerely, Mother Debbie ### END ### Cmts? Contact C.D.E. At ccwriter@hotmail.com 3517 1.43/512345

Pittsburgh Cuckold Story

PITTSBURGH CUCKOLD STORY I bet you thought that emailing me would only lead to a few curious emails back and forth about a fantasy that you always had. A fantasy where you got to watch your wife have sex with another man and you got to show her the full extent of your submissive side. The more we talked, and the more we realized that your fantasies ran very deep, the more you knew that your life needed a change and that your last act of courage would be to tell you wife what you wanted her to do. The conversation went worse then you expected. She didn't understand why you wanted her to fuck another man. You expected her to jump at the idea of fucking another men. But women don't react like that to fantasies of infidelity do they? Your wife felt like she was doing something wrong, that her sexual skills were not good enough for you, that you needed something else. Eventually you did convince her that you really were serious and that the problem was not that she was a bad sexual partner, but that she was so hot you felt like she should have someone better then you. Perhaps the final straw was when you pointed out that she has never really been with enough men to know what good sex was. Setting up a date was the next step, and perhaps all those other stories told you that I would pick her up at the door and she would come home late at night with cum dripping from her pussy. Well real life just does not work that way, your wife is a lady who wants to be fucked like a slut, not treated like a slut. Your fantasy first-date may have been dashed to the ground, but you were at least on your way to being a cuckold. We picked a nice place near downtown Pittsburgh where we could eat a quite meal. Nothing was funnier then watching you sit at the bar while your wife and I made small talk at a corner table. I bet you imagined all sorts of dirty talk happening, when the reality of it was that we talked about the weather, how her life was going, and what she thought of the whole situation. Like most women who have gone that far, she was ok with the idea, but a little nervous about how it would change the relationship. I assured her that the relationship would continue to grow. Like a plant in a new pot it would take some time for the roots to mature, but when they did, the plant itself would be stronger and healthier then ever. After some more talk like that it was time to pay for the meal (thank you) and for our date to continue. We headed to Donzi's, a popular adult dance club - where you wife and I had a few drinks, a few dances, and wonderful time. I'm not sure where you were the whole time really, but you did a good job of disappearing so that we could have a good time. Your wife told me that the night had the energy of an illicit sexual meeting, but with you hanging around in the background somewhere it was even more exciting. I suppose I could have came over your house that night - but as I said your wife (my lady) does not act like a slut. She needed time to process everything and to work out how things might go the next time we met, if we met at all. But before I could let her walk away I gave her a deep and sensuous kiss right there at the main bar where everyone could see. I knew there would be a next time. After all, I knew what kind of husband you were... you would do what it takes to get her out on another date with me. If fact that is exactly what you did do. I don't think your constant whining made much difference, but it made her feel like it really was ok to take the next big step. When my phone rang a few days later and I heard your wife on the other end, I knew she was ready, willing, and able. She invited me over for drinks, and like a good fan of cuckold stories you met me at the door and invited me in. After getting me a drink you went to check on your wife to see if she needed any help getting ready for me. I can almost imagine the conversation now... you timid but filled with confidence, her nervous but steadfast. The two of you taking that long last look into each other's eyes... When your wife appeared in the hallway dressed to the nines, I knew this was not going to be a casual evening of conversation. When she asked you to leave the room so we could talk privately I knew you would get your wish, and that I would get mine. I would finally get to fuck your amazing wife. She and I laid out the groundwork of our tryst. She and I would give your orders. You would follow them. If she or I became uncomfortable with the situation at any point the deal was off. Your feelings about the affair no longer mattered. She would not love me and I would not fall in love with her. This was to be pure sex, with a side of husband humiliation. With all of that said, we sealed the deal with a kiss. Keeping the momentum going, I let my hands wander all over her luscious body, feeling her ass, her hips, and her breasts. She actually surprised me when she started to unbutton my shirt. I kept pace by slowly working her dress up her legs until my hands were touching the flesh of her bare ass cheeks. Did you tell her that I love garters? If so then thank you because nothing makes me more aroused then knowing she put a little extra time into turning me on. I'm not really sure how all of our clothing came off... I remember lifting the dress over her head and sucking her nipples, and I remember her unbuttoning my pants and sucking on the head of my cock, but for the most part it's all a blur. I don't know what happened first, and to this day I have no idea where my underwear are. I wonder if you keep them tucked away somewhere private. I did keep my head about me for one thing - after all this was your fantasy too - I called you into the room to do a favor for us. With me sitting on the couch, and your wife standing over me, I ordered you to stick my cock into her pussy while she lowered herself on it. I thought your heart would leap out of your chest when you saw us naked, but when we told your our plan for involving you I never saw someone move that fast. You dropped to your knees and instantly latched onto my cock. I saw you eyeball it... you wanted to suck it didn't you? My thick shaft of dark pink meat, several inches longer then yours, was aimed straight up at your mostly naked wife. I suppose I should have told you to get it ready for your wife, but I think that the first time with any woman should be special and that night, I was all hers. As your wife lowered herself - she stared straight into my eyes... as she saw me smirk at you, and she smirked too. I can't even imagine how absurd it was for her to see her husband holding the cock she was about to ride for the evening. I thought it was a nice touch when you used your free hand to help spread her hips. After what seemed like an hour I felt the head of my cock touch her freshly shaved pussy. I could actually feel her heat and moisture before I was in her. As she started to slide herself down my pole, you hand left my cock but your face stayed where it was. I hope the view was good... watching a big cock fill your wife is something that most men never get to see. I was busy watching her face go through entire ranges of emotion from lust to fulfillment. He lips actually quivered as she fit the last inch inside of her. Your wife sure knew how to fuck too, let me tell you. She rode my cock slowly, taking time to grind in small circles every now and then and pinching my nipples. With my right hand I massaged her clit, and with my left I felt her nice round ass. At this point, let me be honest, I totally forgot about you even being in the room. Within the first 5 minutes you wife let out a low growl that eventually turned into a load moan. Her pussy, which was already dripping went, became extremely slick, and extraordinarily tight. I pulled her face down to mine and started to french kiss her with fury and passion but I never stopped bucking into her, letting her know that I needed to be inside of her as much as she needed me fucking her. Before her first orgasm had even subsided I picked her up and placed her on the floor on her back with her knees up in the air. Fitting myself back inside her pussy, I resumed fucking your wife at a more gentle pace. The garters she had left on felt great against the front my legs and my balls felt even better as the slapped her wet ass. Have you ever met your wife that wet? So wet that she was literally dripping on the carpet? If not then you have no idea what you are missing because your wife is one hot piece of ass. I am not sure what got into your wife (besides me) but she sure has a dirty mouth on her when she's getting fucked well. Every time she caught her breath she was telling me to fuck her pussy or rub her tits. I listened to every word she said of course, and if you were smart you were too, because this lady had no problem expressing her desires. Well there was that one point right before her second orgasm where she couldn't even complete a whole word - but that's understandable I think. Watching the look on her face as she road each and every wave of pleasure pushed me over the edge too and I emptied my balls deep into your wife's pussy. My cock was buried so deep into her it felt like we were actually one body. Her pussy gripped my cock even harder then it did last time and I almost felt trapped. After the fireworks were over you nearly ruined it for me. Seeing you stand there with your cock in your hands was the funniest thing in the world. Your wife was not as amused as I was, and she had different plans for you. She commanded you to lay down on the ground, face up, and prepare to clean her pussy. One thing is certainly true about you cuckolds... you crave cum. Maybe it disgusted you deep down, but it was like some sort of `proof' that your wife really did fuck another man. I don't really know, but you eagerly ate every drop of my cum as it dripped from her on to your lips. The night should have ended there, but your poor wife wanted more. Looks like it's your job to get me ready for round two... This story is an open invite to all Pittsburgh area cuckolds and cuckold wannabes. I'm as serious as this story. If you are looking for a new cock in your wedding bed, email me at: pittsburghbull4cuck@yahoo.com 13171 1.58/512345