Giselle is a Real Doll

Not very good at writing a sexy story, but this tells it as is happened. My wife Brenda is a beautiful blond, medium height, very curvy, kind of plus size, with erotic perky breasts, and legs that attract long looks from anyone who sees her walking, standing, bending, sitting, or laying down. We are in love and in lust with each other. Usually, my Brenda wants me to be happy and satisfied, but she knows how to wrap her husband around her little finger when she wants to satisfy her feminine desires. Once Brenda really surprised me with a new game. I?m still not sure; did my loving wife trick me or treat me? One Friday morning, Brenda told me that she invited a nice couple to visit that evening. Some guy she met at work, and his new girlfriend. She said Sean was handsome and well-built and Giselle was quiet, but charming and gorgeous. That evening, Brenda asked me to put my car outside of the garage. She said that I get to park inside every night. So, just for a change why not let her friend park inside. In spite of her mischievous smile, I said ok. The couple arrived and Brenda introduced them. I noticed that she looked Sean over from head to toe, including his belt buckle. Then I looked at Giselle. She was a real doll. I mean, really a doll. Not sure what make or model, but a gorgeous, sexy, silicon doll. As Sean walked Giselle in from the garage, he leaned her by the doorway and gave my wife a hello hug with a friendly kiss on the check. Then, he placed Giselle in front of me to smile hello, as I gazed into her beautiful crystal green eyes. Not knowing what to say, I gave her an affectionate hug and kiss on the check. My wife chuckled, as I stuttered hi, come on in, welcome Sean and Giselle. The four of us went in the living room, and relaxed as couples on the two couches. We talked a bit about jobs, the weather, and the big league teams. Giselle didn?t say anything. But, she looked content as we talked. Then without a word, Sean casually raised her loose skirt. He lifted and crossed her lovely, silky, nylon clad legs. Maybe I was watching too much, because Brenda nudged me and pursed her lips. After a while, Sean said he had to get a shawl from the car. My wife went out to the kitchen to mix up sex-on-the-beach cocktails. Alone in the living room with Giselle, I could not stop looking at her. Admiring her beautiful face, crystal eyes, full lips, cute ears, and silky hair. Her cleavage, breasts, soft curves, and legs that looked like a hosiery model. It took a lot of self-control not to go to her couch, admire her close up, kiss her lips, and fondle her. But, I just gazed at her, and said Giselle, I?m happy the two of you could come over to visit with us. Then, whispered, ?You?re so beautiful?. My wife heard that compliment as she strolled in with the drinks. But, instead of being angry, she gave me one of her coy smiles and said, ?It?s ok honey. I don?t mind if you admire Giselle. I?m very happy that you like my new friends, even if they?re not a typical couple.? Then, she gave a cute little wink that put me at ease. Sean returned carrying a light satin shawl, and laid it gently over Giselle?s shoulders. He said, "Sometimes Giselle feels a bit chilly, and needs something to warm her up a bit. Brenda replied "That?s funny; I'm feeling a little hot". She loosened a couple of buttons of her blouse to demonstrate the point, and even shook her chest a bit to generate a refreshing breeze. Now, Sean was the one with the admiring gaze. I wasn?t expecting his next comment, and didn?t know what to say when Sean said to me, ?What if we change sofas, so we can get to know the ladies better. Brenda surprised me with her quick excited reply, ?That sounds like a lovely idea, Sean?. Giselle, facing me with a warm smile, did not object either. With three yes votes, what could I say? In a daze, I got up, went to the other couch, and just stood there. Meanwhile, Sean stood up, walked over, and sat beside my wife Brenda. Then, I found myself sitting alongside Giselle, again gazing into her pretty green eyes, wondering what to say to her. To get started, I repeated, ?Giselle, I?m so glad you could come over to visit. And, I like your name a lot; it?s charming and glamorous, like you.? Then, looked at her some more. The, I heard Brenda say, ?Sean, I?m so glad you could come over to visit. And, I like your name a lot, it?s lean and mean, like you.? She got up to take empty glasses into the kitchen. Sean picked up the tray and followed to help her. This time, alone with Giselle, and right next to her, I couldn?t resist a kiss on the lips. My wife already told me it was ok if I thought she was pretty and she wanted me to like her friends. Ohhh, her parted lips felt so sweet on my mouth and on my tongue. I had one hand around Giselle?s waist, cupping her firm breast, and fondling her perky nipple, with the other resting on her well-shaped knee, just finishing the kiss. When Sean and Brenda walked back into the living room, I heard the clack of her stiletto heels on the tile floor. Too late to pull back and look innocent. They were both staring right at us. Sean was smiling, but he said nothing. My wife?s face looked serious, ?Honey, we need to talk?, she said. Once in the kitchen, she backed me against the wall, pushed her curvy thighs and jutting breasts against me, took my face in her soft hands, looked me in the eyes, and gave me ?the? kiss. Her special kiss, the long hard passionate kiss that says I?m hers. She finished her special kiss, and left me leaning against the kitchen wall. Breathless and vulnerable. Ready for her to frown, swear, scold, flash the finger, and lecture me for kissing and fondling our new guest. Brenda knitted her brow, looked down, and started to frown. Oh, oh, here it comes. But, she looked up and said, ?Honey, our fiends have a personal problem, and I think maybe we can help them. Sean confided that he and Giselle may look great together as a couple, but they don?t really get along. For conversation, relaxing in front of the TV, or in bed.?.....She said that Sean was on the rebound from a relationship when Giselle arrived. They had never met. Seeing her picture on the Internet, he sent for her like a mail-order bride. And, she was on the rebound from a former lover who just dropped her for a new friend. He thought it would work. But, when she arrived, he wasn?t ready to deal with a full-time female roommate. He was disappointed with the way she looked in person. He couldn?t imagine what to say to her to keep a conversation going. He liked to dance and was annoyed that she couldn?t glide and sway like a pro. I could hardly believe that Sean told Brenda everything. He needed a woman?s soft shoulder to cry on. He said the first night in bed with Giselle, he wasn?t inspired enough to consummate her arrival. After that, she spent most of her time in the den, fully dressed. Hearing this from my wife?s pretty lips, I was over-whelmed with sympathy. I almost melted like a stick of warm butter. I felt so sorry for Giselle. She was so charming. She didn?t deserve to be dumped and posted on the net, and then arrive at a new home just to be ignored. This visit was Giselle?s first time out since arriving two weeks ago. Sean was hoping that visiting friends, like a romantic couple, might inspire them to get along better. But, he told Brenda the part he enjoyed most about visiting us, was talking with her. The solution? Brenda hesitated before asking, ?What if you flirt some more with Giselle. Sean didn?t seem to mind you kissing her. He was surprised that you complimented her and though she was gorgeous. But, if you fondle her more, maybe after a while it will make him feel a bit jealous and want her more?. Meanwhile, Brenda would flirt and cuddle up with Sean for a while. Just enough to get him warmed up and thinking about a sexy woman. Her idea was later, when they leave; he?ll be ready to sweep Giselle off her feet, into the car, back home, and right into bed. ?You mean that you want to get him horny! How did you come up with that idea?? I asked. The rest of the conversation was short because my lovely wife knows how to wrap her husband around her little finger. Finally, I agreed to her plan. I would flirt, kiss, cuddle and fondle Giselle, and whisper compliments about her femininity. And, Brenda would flirt, kiss, cuddle and fondle Sean, and whisper compliments to help him gain confidence. She suggested that as the man of the house, I should take the lead, initiate the conversation and the action. But, she would be the monitor, to decide when things went far enough. Then, she would get up and say something to break the mood and cool things down. Like it?s getting late, I have to work tomorrow. The, whisk the couple out of the house in each other?s arms. It sounded like a good plan. And a nice way to help out our new friends. Brenda went to the living room to talk with to Giselle. Meanwhile, she sent Sean into the kitchen so that I could explain it to him. I said my wife suggested it to add excitement to our evening. He liked the idea of swapping companions fro a while I tried not to look, but couldn?t help but notice a growing bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Almost as obvious as the growing bulge in the crotch of my jeans. We went into the living room, and wow. Brenda had her arm around Giselle?s shoulder, and was just removing her elegant long fingers from deep between Giselle?s thighs. She gently smoothed Giselle?s hair, and gave her a woman to doll kiss on the lips. Looking up at me, Brenda said with a smile, ?Honey, I think she?s ready for you?. I quickly went to sit beside Giselle, started kissing her, fondling her breasts, her hips, her silky smooth inner thighs, and every inch of her gorgeous curves. Between kisses I said, ?You?re a really hot woman?. Following my lead, Sean went to sit beside Brenda, started kissing her, fondling her breasts, her hips, the peach-fuzz on her upper thighs, and every inch of her luscious curves. Between kisses he said, ?You?re a real doll.?.....I lifted Giselle?s skirt over her knees for a full view of her curvy thighs and silk panties. Then loosened her blouse buttons to let her firm breasts pop out. Sean lifted Brenda?s skirt for a full view of her curvy thighs and furry mound. No panties on! Then he loosened her blouse buttons to let her perky breasts and pointed nipples jut out. As the four of us continued kissing, petting, and complimenting, I kept waiting for Brenda to get up, say something, to give the word that we had gone far enough for friends. But no word from her yet. I was concerned that soon, I would not be able to stop, I asked ?Brenda, don?t you have to get up early for work tomorrow?? Releasing Sean?s friendly tongue from between her lips, she replied ?No Honey tomorrow is Saturday. We can all sleep in late.?.....I felt a confused rush go through my mind. Next minute I was all over Giselle, removing her blouse, bra, and panties. I pulled the dress down over her open-toe shoes. I asked her to keep the shoes and nylons on because they looked so sexy. I noticed that her pussy even looked wet. Too busy to look at Sean and Brenda for a while. But, I heard passionate words, moans, and sighs. It sounded like he was all over her. One glance showed me that she was as nude as Giselle, lying back on the couch with just her nylons and high heels. Usually, she spreads her soft wifely thighs for me to come inside. This time she spread them wide to please a friend. Giselle?s reclining nude figure looked so beautiful, submissive and inviting. I looked into her expressive eyes and slowly mounted her unbelievable female body. As I entered her, I felt a warm creamy sensation. So, I paused and gently probed her with one finger, and then tasted her sweet honey. I realized that Brenda had massaged Giselle?s pussy, and flavored it with some of her own pungent cream. We started a slow rhythm of passion, and I closed my eyes to focus on the feel of her firm, silky, soft body below me, caressing my erect shaft. I felt her lift one arm then the other slowly reaching up and hugging me. Next, I felt each of her legs move, as she spread them wide, lifted them, and wrapped them around my slowly undulating waist. Hearing the click clack of high heels nearby, I realized that my wife took a break from embracing with Sean. I hoped that she wasn?t jealous or bored. But, I was too engrossed in Giselle at the moment to open my eyes and look for her. The slow rhythm changed to a full-body bucking movement, as I pumped and moaned, mumbled compliments, and bounced my hairy balls on Giselle?s doll-smooth buns. Drifting back into reality for a moment, I heard a stream of moans and sighs, oohs and ahs, cumming from the direction of the other couch. One glance showed that Brenda was on her back with her legs wrapped around Sean?s waist. Her heels were clacking to their pumping rhythm. Couldn?t see her pretty face, only her nylon clad legs, and round buns responding to each bounce of Sean?s hairy balls, and each thrust of his full shaft. Later in dreamy passion land, I heard a sexy female voice begging ?Thrust harder, baby, make me cum!? and ?Oh, honey, empty your balls into my pussy. Fill me up; give me every ounce of your hot sperm.? I wanted to believe that it was Giselle begging me to pump my hot sperm inside her. I responded to her submissive invitation and lust with a long passionate orgasm. Laying on top of her in the afterglow, admiring every feature of her face, I could hardly believe that I was lying in the arms of such as beautiful female. It wasn?t long before my erection returned, and felt a couple of inches longer than ever before. No word from my wife yet, asking everyone to stop and go home. I really enjoyed being with lovely Giselle, and I lost track of how lovely wife and Sean were coming along. Three orgasms later, I was still holding Giselle affectionately, kissing every inch of her face, cuddling and caressing her curves. In the morning, I heard the clicking of high heels as my lovely Brenda crossed the room, looking very happy but a little unsteady on trembling legs. Fresh cum dripping from her pussy lips, down her soft thighs, and onto her sheer nylons. She gave me an affectionate loving wifely smile, and then a full kiss with lips still covered in sticky white lip gloss. She said thank you husband honey, for hosting such a lovely night with our friends. I enjoyed every minute it so much. Could we invite Sean and Giselle to stay for breakfast and the rest of the weekend? Pretty please? I love you. 18433 1.51/512345

HAND SEX

HAND SEX, AND ALL THAT GOES WITH IT. ?Go sit in your chair, and be quick about it!? I tried not to hesitate because it was the only way that my wife/mistress allowed me to beat my meat. But you see, the chair was not your ordinary seating device, her lover Ted had devised this for me when he decided to humiliate me, and also when they both decided that I deserved a reward. Let me explain. Do you remember those hard wood chairs that we had in High School? Well Ted certainly did, and he always remembered how uncomfortable they were for extended periods of time. My wife and Ted added a new wrinkle to this by gluing a large anal dildoe. To make matters worse it heated up and vibrated. I don?t know where they got the thing, but it makes regular trips up my ass, usually while Ted and Mistress are fucking in our marital bed. ?Turn around and look at me while you sit, and don?t take your eyes from mine.? Ted and Mistress were now reclining on the bed, already naked, and her stroking Ted?s thick 8 inch cock in her left hand. My ass was already lubed, so I slowing sank down and impaled myself. I tried to ignore the pain as the largest part of the plug slipped past my sphincter. Ted and Mistress were chuckling and saying things like, ?Sissy loves his hand sex chair? and ?don?t you dare take your eyes away from us?. It?s incredibly humiliating to sit on a large dildoe, in front of your wife and her lover knowing that this is how you are going to witness her making love with another man. I guess this makes me the ultimate cuckold. Except that my ordeal was just beginning. I?ll explain later. Mistress got up and walked the few feet to my chair. ?Are you comfy dear? ?Yes mistress? I replied ?Well we will have to do something about that.? She then reached down and turned on the vibrator and the heat. I immediately began to get extremely excited and uncomfortable at the same time. My cock was its full 6 inches and leaking precum over the head. Mistress leaned over and gave me a kiss and fondled my exposed balls. I was grateful for the kiss. I wasn?t grateful for the Ben-Gay she rubbed on my scrotum. I was instantly in agony. Ted told her to gag me, as my groans were a distraction. Mistress gagged me while trying to comfort me. ?I?m sorry Honey, but Ted needs to concentrate if he is going to fuck me properly, you understand. Now don?t worry when we are between fucks, you will still get your portion of the Cuckold Diet, Oh and of course you?re daily Hand Sex Reward.? I pleaded with my eyes for mercy, but she just walked back to her lover. I was in real agony, but watching her suck Ted?s cock like a bitch in heat was even worse. The highlight was her laying on the bed with her head over the edge. He stood over her mouth facing me, and she licked and sucked his ass and balls. This was his third nut, and she worked extra hard to have it be his best. I had already been in the chair over an hour, and my whole crotch was on fire in several ways. You can?t do anything but think about your ass, balls, and hard as steel cock, with no relief in sight. Well he was jerking off while my wife worshipped his nuts. I could remember for a few minutes his nuts literally disappeared. She had stuffed them into her mouth and throat, all the while she moaned like it was the most delicious thing she had every eaten. It was finally too much for a stud like Ted and he shot what looked pretty impressive amount into a small Dixie cup. I counted 6 strong spurts before my wife/mistress squeezed and milked out the dregs of his orgasm from his large swollen cock. Mistress rose from her knees on the bed and carried my still warm dinner over to where I was uncomfortably seated. ?Well slave are you ready for this delicious dinner? ?Yes mistress, I am very hungry for my master?s cum? She then held the cup to my lips and tipped the hot semen into my open mouth. ?Now I want you to hold this in your mouth for a few minutes until I tell you to swallow. I want you to savor the cum, fresh from my lover?s balls. Enjoy the taste, and cucky, be sure to thank him for his wonderful load? mistress replied. They both laughed as I held the salty fluid on my tongue for several minutes. It was so humiliating, and at the same time I was also eager to swallow the load, as I was truly hungry. ?Go ahead and swallow now, and maybe later you can suck the cum directly from the source? Mistress and her lover were watching me with an amused look on their faces. I swallowed the load quickly, hoping this would satisfy mistresses for the evening. I was beginning to like the taste of cum, and knew that ingesting it was now a daily part of my new life as a cuckold. It was just like all the stories I had read on the internet. I was now living the life of a submissive, cum-loving, cuckold husband. Mistress spoke, ?Very good! I think you deserve your reward. Now tell us why you deserve your daily Hand Sex?. With a practices cadence I replied?It is not up to me Mistress. Hand Sex is something that is bestowed upon me for being a good cuckold to you and your lovers. I know that I will never feel the inside of your beautiful pussy or mouth, and that Masturbation, or Hand Sex is to be my only sexual release?. ?Well, go ahead then, but I want you to cum into this shot glass for consumption. Aren?t you glad to be in your chair?? I groaned as the anal plug vibrated, reminding me of my lowly status. I grabbed hold of my cock and began to beat my meat. It didn?t take me long to squirt several large shots of milky white cum into the glass. I pulled my cock several times until every drop was into the glass. I began to move the glass to my lips when mistress stopped me and said, ?Give me the glass, I want you to lick this from here? She then proceeded to slowly poor my hot cum onto Ted?s balls. It started to slide form his balls to around his ass. ?Get to work before it stains the sheets? I slowly raised myself from the dildo buried deep in my ass and pounced between her lover?s legs. I raised his left testicle into my mouth and sucked off the cum. I then dipped my head between his legs. I lifted his left leg and licked the cum that was now on his anus and between their and his balls. When I was satisfied that all the cum was gone. I gave his cockhead a suckle and said,?Thank you for the honor of licking my cum from your crotch. I will always savor eating your cum. Thank you both for letting me shoot my load. They both laughed, and then began to kiss. ?Get on the floor cuck and watch how a real man can fuck a woman more than once a night? said my Mistress. I knew this was my place, on the floor before them; and of course, in my chair with my only sexual release and partner, Hand Sex. Written by Spa8110 September 2005. 4377 1.32/512345

Obscure (Part 1-5)

OBSCURE, part 1 (MmF, wimp husband) by c.w. cobblestone Well, here we go again. Another long night sitting alone in my damp basement cubby hole, staring at the clock and trying not to cry. It's a terrible way to spend an evening, I know, but unfortunately I'm getting used to it. Going on midnight, and still no sign of her. I have a pretty good idea where she is, though. She's out with that creep from work again - either that or her car's broken down somewhere. Fat chance. Luke has been calling the house a lot recently, and Natalie has been coming home later and later. So I sit here and wait, like a sap, like I always do. Don't ask me why I put up with it. It's love, I guess. Well, okay, maybe this isn't what most people would call love. Maybe it's some kind of manic-depressive infatuation. I don't know what you'd call it. Whatever it is, it sure has me hooked. It's not easy being married to Natalie. She treats me like a dirty dishrag, but I always come running back for more. She says her job has been stressful lately; maybe that's why she treats me the way she does. I'm trying to understand, and I've resolved to put up with it for the sake of our marriage. Natalie is an assistant prosecutor with the state of New Hampshire, and I suppose that has to be quite demanding. She puts in a lot of hours and sometimes the strain gets to her, I guess. But she's passionate about her career - she defines herself by it - and she has no intention of giving it up. So she ends up taking all her frustrations out on me. Still, a demanding career is no excuse for the terrible way she abuses me. It goes far beyond simple stress. Natalie goes out of her way to make my life miserable. She seems to derive an unholy joy from sticking the dagger into my gut and twisting it, all the while laughing at my feeble attempts to somehow make this marriage work. And I can't fight back. Natalie has a quicksilver tongue, and her satanic green stare has been the downfall of many an intimidated witness on the stand. I'm certainly no match for her! Whatever my wife wants, I've learned to just bow my head and say, "yes, Natalie." I lost my job about a year ago. I used to be an accountant with a large corporation, but after my company downsized, Natalie told me not to bother looking for another job. She brought home most of the money anyway, she said, and we could get by quite comfortably without my salary. She told me it would be more convenient for her if I stayed at home and took care of things. So that's exactly what I did. I stopped working on my resume and became quite the little house-husband, happy for the chance to finally do something that might please my estranged wife. But it isn't easy. Natalie is a hard woman to please. I work hard to keep our home spotless. I make sure dinner is hot on the table when she comes home from work every night. I keep her business suits clean and pressed. All her jewelry is kept polished and meticulously organized, and her shoes are always shined and arranged in neat rows in her walk-in closet. I take care of all the bills, do the grocery shopping, wash her Mercedes once a week, and even make sure Natalie's magazine subscriptions are faithfully renewed. Not that my wife appreciates any of it. Natalie comes from a well-to-do family, and she's pretty much a spoiled brat. I'd never say that to her face, of course, but it's true. To the outside world she's the cool professional, elegant in demeanor and always the dynamic life of the party. But they don't see the side of her that I see: the bitch side. I work my ass off to please her, but she always finds something to complain about. If she's ever once said "thank you" for all my hard work, I sure don't remember it. Still, I stick around. Maybe if I lay down and close my eyes, I can block it all out, and pretend for a moment that she really does care for me... Well I can dream, can't I? * * * I woke up from my short nap and glanced at the clock. Quarter-past twelve. My fertile imagination started conjuring up all sorts of possibilities. Maybe her car really did break down somewhere...or maybe she was hurt or something, and couldn't call. Yeah, right. I couldn't just sit there in the basement wallowing in self-pity, but what else could I do? When your wife is out on the town with her boyfriend while you're sitting alone at home, self-pity can be your only friend. I idled upstairs into the kitchen to check on the pot roast. I figured it was beyond repair; you can only keep dinner warm for so long. But, lo and behold, when I looked in the oven the meat didn't appear to be too dried out. I cut a small piece and it seemed to be okay. Maybe she'll be hungry after a hard night of fucking! I wandered around the house, unsure of what to do next. I drifted into the laundry room and started folding some clothes. Just touching Natalie's shirts and dresses was making me weak! I held one of her blouses up to my breast, and I swooned. I can't help it. I still love her. I'll never stop loving her, no matter what. Three and a half years. That's how long it's been since I've had sex with my wife. Actually, we've only done it three times during our whole marriage, and that was all within the first few months. But after we were married for about four months, she dropped the bomb on me. One night, I was feeling boldly amorous and I asked Natalie if we could please make love. She stopped me cold and told me to sit down on the side of the bed. "I've got something to tell you, Brian," she said seriously. Her calm, green gaze cut right to the marrow. "I don't want to hurt your feelings too badly...but..." She paused, and an ever-so-slight wicked smile played on her lips. "Well, let's just put it this way: sex with you makes me nauseous, Brian. I'm sorry, but you fawn all over me. A woman doesn't like to be slobbered on, Brian. It makes me ill." I was shattered. How do you respond to something like that? I sat there for a minute, stunned. And then I started to cry - which of course fueled Natalie's contempt. "Awww, I hurt his little feelings," she said in that syrupy baby-talk she uses when she knows I'm on the ropes. "Don't worry, darling. I won't leave you. I just don't want you slobbering all over me. Sex with you just doesn't do the trick, Brian. You can understand that, can't you, little wuss?" Well, from that time on, I haven't even thought about approaching Natalie for sex. I can pretty much forget about ever making love to my wife again. I guess I've accepted that the best I can. And I've grown to accept her little flings as well. I suppose I can't expect a woman like Natalie to go without sex...I just wish I was the one doing it with her. After all, she is my wife. But, again, I put up with it all. I often wonder why she even married me in the first place. It certainly wasn't love. Maybe she needed the security of having someone to come home to. I don't know. But she's too much of a free spirit to be bogged down by something as serious as love. As for me, I think about my wife every minute of the day. She's my everything. And it's weird, but I think my undying devotion is what makes her treat me the way she does. She resents the fact that I love her so much, I think. I don't know; I'm not a psychologist. Maybe she does love me in some kind of depraved way. I think she needs me, anyway. I surely need her... I awoke from my daydream and finished folding Natalie's blouses. After the last shirt was folded, I started on the dirty laundry. Spying a pair of her panties in the hand-wash basket, I fished them out, feeling a little guilty about fondling my wife's dirty underwear. But my desire quickly overcame my guilt. I untwisted the lacy white material until I found the crotch area then held the underwear up to my face, breathing in the faint scent of my wife's perfume mixed with her dried secretions. As I stood in the laundry room with my face in Natalie's panties, I heard the key in the front door. She was home! I tossed the panties back into the basket, then rushed out to the living room to greet my errant wife. She was a mess. Her hair was standing up all over the place, the makeup around her eyes was mussed, and she was carrying her pumps. Her skirt and jacket were wrinkled beyond respectability. Natalie gave me a wry smile as she handed me her shoes. "He-llo, Brian," she sang pleasantly. She sniffed the air and smiled to herself. "Smells good! That's sweet, honey, you kept dinner warm. But, awwww, Luke and I already ate at the Tavern tonight. Sorry." She giggled and touched my nose lightly with the tip of her painted finger. I stood there in a sad daze holding her shoes as she breezed past me into the living room. She flopped down onto the couch and stretched languidly. She looked like a sensuous, tired feline. "Brain, I'm EXHAUSTED!" She yawned loudly and ran her hands through her thick brown hair. "Whew! I got quite a workout tonight, Brian. Quite a workout..." her words drifted off as she peeled off her nylons one by one and handed them to me. "A night with Luke is better than 10 aerobics classes! "Go get me a nice glass of wine - and get me my robe," she sighed. I rushed to obey. After I fetched her wine and robe, I went into the kitchen and turned off the oven. I sadly cut up the roast I'd been worrying over all night and put it into a Tupperware bowl, in case Natalie wanted leftovers tomorrow. By the time I'd finished in the kitchen, Natalie had already gone to bed. I was upset because I didn't get to spend any time with her tonight. She's never home anymore. It seems she's always out with Luke, and my time with her is very limited. For a few minutes, I stood in the living room feeling sorry for myself, gazing unconsciously at the half-empty glass of wine she left sitting on the table. Before going to bed, I peeked in on Natalie, peacefully snuggled up to her pillow. She looked so angelic, you wouldn't have guessed that she'd just had her brains fucked out a few hours ago. A tear worked its way down my face as I quietly shut her bedroom door and walked downstairs to my lonely room in the basement. STAY TUNED FOR PART 2 4414 1.36/512345

I Can Picture You

I can picture you. By Letsshare I can picture you laughing and flirting as you make a second round of Margueritas in the kitchen for the three of us. You make his and mine strong, because you want this so much, and feel the need to make sure we won't be able to rein ourselves in. You and I have talked about it for so long, and tonight could be the night. He barely suspects. I can picture you, looking surprised as you follow us back into the den, drinks in hand, when I take the armchair, leaving only the couch for you and him to share. You laugh and say "I'll just have to cuddle Mark then." He sits way back in the corner of the couch, you lean back against him, both of your legs along the length of the cushions, so that the only way he can be comfortable is to put one arm, the one not holding his drink, around your shoulders. He would have been nervous, but the first round of drinks was strong too, and it's loosened him up. His upper arm rests on your shoulder, and his hand hangs down over it with nothing to rest on, except your breast. He's not at that stage yet: he still doesn't know what's going on, and so his hand hangs strangely in mid air. You wriggle and rub your back against his slender frame. You sigh and propose a toast to good friends and tequila. The two of you clink glasses, carefully, and I raise mine in salute. The room is lit only by candles on the mantlepiece and the flames from the fireplace. I can picture you as our eyes meet across the couple of yards that separate us. The look is electric, suddenly we both KNOW it will happen. Mark's hand is sagging, and he's having trouble keeping it from falling across your chest. I mention how much my drink reminds me of lemon gin - an old joke between us, it was what we drank that night years ago when we almost but not quite managed to fulfill a similar fantasy. Then our friends chickened out. Tonight will be different. You laugh, and Mark excuses himself for not getting the joke. You explain that lemon gin once led to a great game of poker with friends of ours. He's smart, and I can tell he's really starting to catch on. His hand unconciously drifts a bit lower. "High stakes poker?" he asks, with an amused and suggestive grin. "Yes," you say, "but we never quite managed to collect our winnings." I can picture you wriggling a bit, saying "Hang on a minute, this isn't quite comfortable." You snuggle your shoulder into his armpit, so far that you no longer support his arm, and pull his hand down diagonally across your chest, pressing it flat against your ribcage on the side opposite your trapped shoulder. His elbow is between your breasts. "Hmm, much better" you say. He hmmms agreement. "Looks comfy" I say, and take another sip of my drink. You each do the same. "But it was a fun game, anyway" I say, to return the subject to poker. I can picture your eyes following me as I excuse myself to use the washroom and check on some things upstairs. Sure that he doesn't see me, I wink at you as I leave the room, then I walk into the darkened hallway and up the stairs. I can hear you telling him more about the poker game as I reach the stairs. I do my errands, and five minutes later I creep downstairs, so that you can't hear me approach. On the way I grab soft blankets from the hall closet. You and he are quiet. I inch forward until, just around the corner from you, I can hear the small wet sounds of a passionate kiss, a muffled moan. He says something I can't quite hear. Then I hear you whisper "Yes. I do. As long as he can be there too." He mumbles something again, you say "no, he only wants to watch, and to share me with you." He mumbles something again, and then the kissing sounds return. Moans, some heavy breathing. After two minutes I hear the whisper of a piece of clothing hitting the floor, and then the brief buzz of a zipper. More moans. I tiptoe away, undress in the dark of the living room, and walk back, naked, not quite so stealthily as before. I can picture you as I reach the den again. You are standing together, kissing, side-on to me. You are still wearing your underthings, pressing your body hard against his nakedness in the candlelight. His hands knead your ass. I toss the blankets to the floor. You both notice me, and break the embrace, turning to face me. His cock is long and hard, ready for you. A drop of precum glistens in the un-rhythm of the fireplace flames. You smile at me, not quite sure of my response to finding you this way. I smile back and walk up and embrace you. As we kiss I taste his saliva in your mouth. I whisper "Happy Birthday, my love". I turn back to our friend, "Here, Mark, let me finish unwrapping her for you." I turn you to face him, and with your back to me I undo your bra and toss it away. You are breathing deeply, in the thrall of lust as I expose you to him. He reaches out to hug your naked chest to his. As you kiss again, I reach down and tug your lacy white panties to the floor. You kick them off, and now you are naked against his nakedness, his cock standing hard against your belly. I can picture you continuing to massage his back and ass, and he yours, as you continue your hug and kiss. I turn and spread the blankets on the floor in front of the fire. You turn away from him to lie down on them legs slightly spread, and beckon to him with your arms. He lies down , but not in your arms, for he has other things to explore. Gently, he parts your legs with his hands, and leans down. I can picture you, naked in the firelight, as Mark starts to lick you for the first time. You spread your legs wide, to give his tongue access to every crevice and fold that I love so well. He teases you, tracing your lips with his tongue, as his hands reach up to explore your breasts. When he finds your clit at last you gasp in pleasure. I can smell your scent. I cross the room, lean down and kiss you. I explore your mouth with my tongue as he explores your pussy with his. Shivers of pleasure run through your body, and your hips start to move of their own accord. Your breathing is ragged. I break our kiss and move back to sit on the couch and watch. I slowly stroke my cock as he continues to lick you. I can picture you as you writhe naked on the blankets before the fire, Mark's tongue on your clit driving you to a galvanized climax. You shiver, you shake, your breathing has lost all semblance of control. You cum, releasing a small flood of fragrant liquid into his mouth. Every muscle of your body tenses as the wave of pleasure spreads outwards from your pussy and engulfs you. Gradually you relax. He continues to lick you gently, savouring every drop. I can picture you deciding it is his turn. You pull his face toward yours, and he trails his tongue up your body, between your breasts, up your neck, as his body slides up between your thighs. He reaches your mouth, and the two of you kiss deeply. You can taste your own juices on his mouth. His naked skin is hot against yours as it presses down on the whole length of your torso, and you can feel a nudge against the inside of your thigh, an inch below your pussy, where the tip of his cock is hard and pressing. It is burning hot, except for a tiny cold wet spot where a drop of his pre-cum has smeared on your skin. You slide your hands slowly, slowly down his smooth bare back as he continues to kiss you. Your hands reach his waist, and pull him further up. You pull your knees up and further apart. As he lifts his face further to meet yours you feel the tip of his cock move too, until even without your guidance it touches the wet warmth of your opening. Your hands glide down to cup the muscled tightness of his ass, and again you pull him. I can picture the rapture on your face as, for only the second time since our wedding, another man slides slowly, deeply into you. His cock is long and hard and thick, and he moans as your tight, wet cunt sheaths it and squeezes it. You can feel it inside you, feel its pulse and its heat as it pushes deeper, deeper into your body. Finally he is all the way in, and you can feel his root pressing against your clit. I watch from the couch as you lie together, still kissing, in front of the fire. After what seems like a split second, and an eternity, you start to fuck. I can picture your legs spreading even wider as he slowly pulls back, then pushes into you again. You break the kiss, and grunt as his cock hits bottom again. You can feel its whole length slide into you, and then press at your cervix. Back out, slowly. In again. You are wetter, tighter, hotter than you can ever remember being. You look at his body as he props himself up on his arms to get better leverage, to thrust a little harder. A film of sweat covers his skin, reflected in the flickering firelight. Your hands slide to the sides of his waist, and you pull him back into you. Out. In. Out. In. He speeds up, gradually, impaling you faster and faster with his rigid manhood. Out, until only the head of his cock is nestled inside your cunt, leaving a space that so badly wants to be filled. You cup the muscles of his ass, and feel them tighten and flex as he thrusts back in, all the way, satisfying your craving for fullness until he reaches bottom, bumping your clit and meshing his pubic hairs with yours. Out again, and in, and out, and in, and out, and in. The stimulation reaches a peak for both of you, and as he tenses and stops thrusting you feel the spasms of his cock inside you, and the spash of wetness as he cums deep inside your cunt, you are amazed to find that you are on the verge of cumming too. He withdraws, you mewl in frustration, but he is replaced in seconds by me. Your husband has arrived to help finish what Mark has started, and I slide into you all the way and start fucking you. You are past worrying about whose cock is thrusting in and out of you. You need to cum, and so do I, and in seconds we reach a magnificent climax, together. I can picture you as you slowly come down from your high. Mark and I are doing the same. In just a few minutes we are relaxed, calm, comfortable, but the sight of your sexy body and the memory of what we have just done invigorates us again. The rest of the night is a series of vignets for me. I can picture you on all fours, sucking me while Mark fucks you from behind. I can picture us swapping positions so that you suck him while I slide into your pussy. I can picture you relaxing into having me in your ass while Mark's cock gently explores your cunt. Briefly, just so we can say we've done it. Not that we could tell anyone. I can picture you waking me up near dawn to the sight of Mark slowly sliding up into you again for one last, tender time. I can picture all of these things. Can you? 3572 1.11/512345

Shirley Makes A Cuckold Ch. 1

When Shirley decided to get married she knew exactly what she needed and it was not a man that would prevent her from getting what she wanted. Choosing her husband went according to plan and she found just the right type of man who was more or less a wimp she could trap. Shirley found her ideal man, he was young quite cute looking and not over weight with a quiet friendly personality. He seemed to instinctively know his place and even if he did not know how submissive he would become he was happy to bend over backwards to please Shirley. He seemed happy to let Shirley make all of the decisions and did not seem to mind her going out without him. Even if he did not know that she was not out with her friends but dating other men behind his back. Mind you she did drop hints that she was open to dating other men but warned her future husband John not to even think of even looking at anyone else. John did not know what hit him on his wedding day when Shirley smooched with man after man and seemed to rub herself over the large bulges in their pants. He even saw her slip her right hand into the pants of his best man and laughed at him as she played with his cock right in front of him. There was something in Shirley that stopped John from complaining and that was because she was one powerful and dominant alpha female. Shirley seemed to be able to make John do anything she wanted him to. After the reception she led John to the honeymoon suite and made him stand to attention in front of her as she told him where he stood in their marriage. She started by telling him that his tiny cock would never get anywhere near her pussy lips and to never mind entering it. She told him that she only married him so that she could laugh at his tiny cock and dominate him. Shirley told John that she only wanted him as her cuckold and that she would never marry a man that was her equal. John stood opened mouthed as Shirley explained the rules, she was the boss and he was her servant and cuckold. He was to help her find and attract more dominant mates and that he would only get pain, humiliation and domination. To his surprise but not hers John found his tiny cock to be hard and erect. He then found himself thanking her while panting his promise to obey and love her. Once she had laid down the home rules she picked up the phone to call the father of her friend and asked him to come over to make her newly wed husband into her newly made cuckold. He arrived with in moments of Shirley putting down her phone. Then Shirley made John pull down Mike?s pants and beg him to fuck his bride with his huge ten inch cock. Mike made John lick Shirley?s pussy to get her ready for Mike as Mike rubbed his cock into life. Mike then walked up to John and dragged him out of the way and presented his huge hard cock to Shirley for her to lick and worship as John rubbed his tiny and useless cock. John loved to see Shirley?s wonderful sexy mouth stretch to take the head of Mike?s cock in. He watched in awe as she sucked and licked his wonderful long thick manly cock as he rubbed and played with his own tiny skinny boy like penis. Shirley was having trouble getting her hands round his while John found it hard to see his under just his fingers. John felt privileged to have married his sexy and dominant wife Shirley. Mike started to grunt and moan harder and thrust his hips towards Shirley. He grew even more excited as he felt that Mike was about to cum in his wife?s mouth. Then John saw Mike?s cock start to throb and twitch as Mike shot his spunk into her mouth. When he had finished cumming in Shirley?s mouth she made John kneel in front of her with his mouth open. She then spat a mixture of Mike?s cum and spit into John?s mouth and then slapped his face as hard as she could. This made Mike?s cock get hard again and prompted him to push Shirley onto the bed on her back so he could mount her. John got as close to them as he thought he would be allowed and watched lovingly as Mike fucked his newly wed bride with his enormous cock. John felt that as he watched his wife get the best fuck he had ever witnessed that she had developed a saintly and holy glow. John felt he was in heaven as Mike thrust his cock in her. Shirley taunted and humiliated him about his cuckold status and tiny child like cock as she got a wonderful hard fucking from Mike. All John could do was to sing Shirley?s praises and thank her for taking him as her cuckold and humiliating him so cruelly. John loved watching his wonderful wife being fucked by a real man. This made her cum again and again and scream out her love for Mike?s big cock. When Mike came in his wife John could not help himself so he dived between her legs once he saw her cum filled pussy. John licked and kissed her pussy clean making her cum again. To be continued. 6727 1.38/512345

The Wish (Part 4)

THE WISH - "Milk my tits...Please!" (part four of four) Max heard the bedroom door slam loudly as he hung up with Jack. 'If she thinks she's gonna hide from me now, she's got another thing coming,' Max thought as he poked the numbers he knew by memory into the phone. "Yeah...it's me Max!" he yelled, "I've got the hottest piece of ass you'll ever lay your eyes on in the room next door." He listened briefly. "No joke...get your friend Jerome and meet me over here in an hour. I need your help fucking the wife of the idiots house I'm staying in...all right?....good....see ya at three." Max hung up the phone, a wide grin spreading across his chiseled face. Not bothering to put any clothes on, Max turned the remote up to level 2, then looked in the fridge for something to eat. 'The next 24 hours are going to require a lot of energy,' he thought. Humbled and humiliated by her actions, Mandy fretted over what was becoming of her. 'Am I going crazy?' she thought, 'or turning into some kind of nympho?" He groin began tingling again. "Mmmmmmmm," she groaned as she reached down to rub herself. Still pissed at Max, but starving because she missed breakfast and lunch, she decided to sneak out and get something to eat. "Hey beautiful!" Max whistled as she came out the door clad only in her husband's button down shirt and a pair of jean cut offs. She hadn't bothered putting on underwear or a bra. "Go to hell!" Mandy said while trying to avoid his massive limp dick hanging off the couch he was sitting on. "And put some clothes on...you're disgusting!" Max turned the controller up to level 3. "You didn't seem to mind my cock a few minutes ago," Max sneered. "As a matter of fact, I think what you're in need of is second helpings!" As he said so, Max got up from the couch and started making his way towards Mandy. Putting down her glass of milk, Mandy steadied herself on the counter with one hand as an orgasm ripped through her moist cunt. "Oooooooohhhh....gahhhhhhhh...I'm cummminnnnggggg!!!" she shrieked, while frantically tugging her shorts down and jamming two fingers into her cunt. Max laughed loudly while positioning himself behind her and pushing her down until her huge tits were mashed into the Formica counter top. "Spread your legs bitch and raise the pretty little ass of yours up!" Mandy obeyed in a trance her cunt on fire. "AAAAHHHHHH FUCK ME MAX....GIVE ME THAT HUGE PIECE OF MEAT....SHOVE IT UP MY WET CUNT!" She couldn't believe what she was saying, but the wild urgency to cum left her no choice. Max reached around, grabbing her shirt by the collar and ripping it violently, sending buttons flying in all directions. Positioning the apple- sized head of his large cock at the entrance to her pulsating twat, he shoved forward with all his might. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Mandy cried out as the punishing "slugger" drove into her depths. Max began slapping her ass, riding her like a horse, "I'm gonna tame this wild mare!" he announced for his own pleasure. Jack was scurrying back to his house desperately wanting to do something to save his wife and marriage. Stumbling down the sidewalk he saw a white van pull up and park out by the curb of his yard. Two large black men emerged from the van; one dressed in a blue and white striped shirt with his name sewn on the chest - "Travis." He was a light brown color and looked like a GQ model while his tar black friend looked menacing at around 6'- 7". "What are you guys doing?" Jack spoke up while approaching them. "What's it too ya?" The larger man replied confidently. "Well...uhhh...I'm the neighbor," Jack thought quickly, "and the people here never mentioned anything about having a...." he looked at the side of the van, "...plumbing problem." "Butt out man...we got a call to get over here quick." The bigger man said. "Yeah," Travis said, "looks as if we're going to lay some pipe," he smiled. They both turned and walked toward Jack's door, leaving him standing there not knowing what to do. The door was open and both men entered to the sounds of grunting as they locked it behind them. Walking into the family room they were treated to the sight of their dreams. A angelic looking brunette lost in a frenzy of wild passion bouncing up and down on Max's massive cock. Both men's jaws dropped at the sight of her huge tits bobbing up and down roughly as she raised and lowered herself on his giant pole. "Get over here guys," Max yelled noticing them for the first time, "and fill a hole!" Ripping there clothes off in wide flowing motions the two black men strode over to take position. Neither could compare to Max in length or girth, but both looked formidable as they approached her mouth and ass. Jerome came up behind her and shoved her forward until Mandy's breasts pressed firmly into Max. "What a fine ass!" he said gleefully, kneading it hard while he pointed his ten inch dick at her tiny pink asshole. Travis had run around in front of Mandy and began running his nine incher across her pouty full lips, "suck it whore," he commanded. Jack had made his way around the house to the family room window and stood riveted in place, his eyes glued to the motions of his wife as she accepted the three king-size cocks into her mouth, pussy, and ass. At first it looked awkward, but after a few minutes the large men began working as a team, unified in their efforts to fuck this babe into oblivion. Jack vowed to stay until the bitter end. All three continued the rough and rhythmic pounding for almost an hour until one by one each came, unloading multiple thick loads into her body. Max wanted to switch but knew she couldn't get his "slugger" into her mouth. "You got her ass loosened up for me Jerome?" Max asked "It's as loose as someone can get it for you, Max...come give it a try!" They switched places with Travis lifting Mandy's still vibrating body up so that Jerome could crawl underneath and then letting go quickly so her whole body fell with a "whoooosh" down his cock. "Uuuhhhhhh!" Mandy yelled, "Mmmmmm...uhh...just give me a second to adjust." "Eeeehhhhh! Times up!" Max yelled grinning, "get ready for the A-train coming right up your ass!" "Noooooo Max...anyone but you. You're too big to go up my aaaaaaaaassssssss...." She didn't have time to finish as Max drove forward into he slightly widened hole. "Aaaahhhhh you're splitting me in two!" Mandy screamed hoarsely. Travis settled for another blowjob, grabbing Mandy's hair roughly and thrusting in and out of her mouth. "This time no swallowing honey...I'm gonna blow my load all over your face." Jack watched in awe as Travis pulled out of his wife's mouth. Ribbon after ribbon of white spunk flew through the air coating her closed eyes, open mouth, and hair. Max grunted, "I'm cummmminnngg," and pulled his entire 13 inches out, his cock jumping violently as it gushed a thick layer of cum across her lower back and ass cheeks. As the two men pulled away, Jerome flipped Mandy over while keeping his cock in her pussy and then began driving towards his orgasm as Mandy's legs crossed behind him tightly. "HERE I CUM!" he yelled pulling out and grabbing his cock with two hands like a fire fighter, aiming his flow across both breasts and her slim stomach. It had been two hours since they started. "Get up and go take a shower," Max commanded, "and be back in fifteen minutes...we're not done yet." "Hell Max," Travis said, "I'm beat...what you got in mind?" "The fun's just beginning, grab the bag on the bed in the other room." While he was gone, Max picked up the controller and moved it to level four. 'I know Bill said they never tested it above level 3, but what the hell could it hurt?' he thought. Mandy had just finished her shower and dried off, her cunt still tingling madly. Looking down as her pussy she saw how red and open her abused cunt was. The tingling now seemed to not only be in her cunt, but started rising up her torso to her chest. 'Uuhhhh...I'm so thirsty...gotta get something to drink.' Mandy pushed past the surprised men, obviously on a mission. They watched amazed as she jerked open the refrigerator door and grabbed the gallon jug of milk. Tilting it up, Mandy began chugging the almost full gallon of milk. The excess not going into her mouth, running out the sides and down her still naked body. "Holy shit!" Travis exclaimed, "where the hell do you get your women?" The milk container drained, Mandy turned to look at the men. She looked down to see what was so fascinating to them. Jack looking through the window had the same look on his face. Mandy's tits had ballooned out and grown from her surgery enhanced 38Ds to at least 42EEs. "Omigosh...what's happening to me?" Max was shocked himself for once and knew that it must be somehow connected to the controller. 'Fuck her,' he reasoned, 'I'm gonna have my fun and get outta here.' "The bigger the better!" Max yelled, "get over here...I wanna fuck those big thangs!" Mandy still quaking from constant orgasms, steadied her wobbly legs and body that was off balance from her massively engorged tits, by stiffly reaching out to the counter and furniture. She slowly got down on the floor on her back, her two mountain-sized tits reaching upward and falling out to her sides. Both the black men took up position on either side of her and pushed her tits together so Max could have his fun. Whooping and hollering, Max humped her thick cleavage as Jack's stomach knotted up at his wife's rapidly changing body. Tiring of the tit-fuck, Max lowered himself and thrust mightily into her still open cunt. Her cunt muscles still trying to loosely grab hold of the thickness that was wedging her open. "Ooooohhhh my tits are so sore...please suck 'em....squeeze him...aaaaahhhhhhh." Mandy yelled as Jerome and Travis planted their mouths on her enlarged nipples and began sucking hard. Another orgasm ripped through her body as the milk started spurting out of both her tits. "What the hell?!" Jerome yelled pulling his mouth off her tit and getting drenched as her nipple shot a cloudy white stream into his eye. Max couldn't believe it. "This is great!" he yelled, taking a handful of each breast and squeezing and tugging on them roughly. "Oooh...uuuhhh...uuhhh...yeah that's it....treat 'em rough...ooohhh gahhhh it feeeelllls sooooo good!" Huge streams of milk continued to shoot upward like a fire hydrant out of control as Max jerk her tits in all direction. "We've got to split!" Travis said nervously, "this shit is getting' too outta control for me!" With that he and Jerome gathered there clothes and half- walked half ran out the door. "I...I...I'm so thirsty," Mandy sputtered, "please..Get me something to drink." Max pulled his cock out of her split cunt, dragging a full two inches of her inner lining outward as he pulled out. Finding another half gallon of milk and a gallon of water, he brought them both over and began pouring them into her open mouth. It was as if the fluid was bypassing her stomach all together as it seemed to go right in and then travel directly to her tits filling them up like water balloons. Mandy's skin stretched tightly around her now 50EE tits. Her normally flat aureoles engorged and puffed up several inches and her nipples sticking out like the last two inches of a hot dog. Dragging Mandy into the other room, Max laid her on the master bed. 'I'm gonna do it,' Max thought, 'I'm turning it up to level Five.' Mandy thought she saw stars as her cunt tossed and turned in the throws of orgasm after orgasm. 'I need something in my cunt..I've gotta have it....ooohhh my tits are killing me their too full!' Her mind jumped back and forth between both fixated thoughts. Max looked down at her writhing around on the bed, his own cock worn out from non-stop fucking. "Here," he said to the barely coherent woman, "use this on your sloppy cunt!" He could still see all the mixed sperm flowing out as he tossed a huge black dildo on the bed. The word "Mamba" was printed across the top. This thick dong made Max look like an amateur. 18 inches in length and the thickness of a coke can; it could do some serious damage. As she began trying to fit it in her cunt, Max laughed and gathered his belongings. "She ruin her cunt herself," he laughed, "poor pencil-dick is gonna lose his dick in that cavern. "Hello?" Jack answered his cell phone nervously. "Hey buddy...it's your friend Max!" "You're not my friend asshole!" Jack shouted into the phone "Hey now don't say that to a man who's cuttin' his time short. I was supposed to be outta here tomorrow and I'm turning her over to you right now." "Is this some sort of trick, Max?" "No trick puny dick. She's all yours, but ya better hurry. I don't think my dick will feel anything in that cavern she's making by the time she gets done. Oh and by the way, I cheated in the card game!" "Fuck you!" Jack screamed, the veins on his neck bulging savagely. Racing into his bedroom the room reeked of sex juices. Looking at the figure on the bed that was supposed to be his wife, Jack stood rooted to the floor. Mandy's legs were bent and spread as wide as possible, her knees flat on the bed, heals of her feet against her ass cheeks. Both of her hands wrapped firmly around the massive black penis, Mandy was pistoning a full 16 inches in and out of her huge hole. The skin on her cunt tightly wrapped to the point of breaking around the overly thick intruder. "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....yeeeeeesssssssss" she screamed as her pelvis thrust even harder into the "Mamba" dick. Milk was running down all sides of her breast and pumping out in rhythm with her thrusts and then gushing up in the air like an oil well when she came. Jack saw the matching controller on the night stand and that the setting was turned to "5." He quickly turned it off and jumped on the bed yanking the bludgeoning instrument out of his wife's cunt. Her stretched hole remained open; looking like you could drop a tennis ball into it. "Ooooohhhhh....honey? Jack? Is that you?" Mandy moaned. "Yes dear it's me...everything's going to be all right." She rubbed her massive tits, pulling at the nipples. "Honey...milk my tits...please...they're sooooo full." "Flip over like a cow and I'll milk you." Jack said, his cock rock hard at the cartoonish size of his wife's tits. She flipped over as Jack removed the last of his clothes. Getting behind his wife he stuck his five-inch cock into her asshole barely feeling it tighten around his dick. "That feels good, Jack, I like it in the ass. You're the perfect size so it won't hurt." Mandy cooed. Jack reached around to grab the engorged breasts of his wife and started tugging hard on her full nipples. Dribbling at first and then gushing out in torrents, Jack continued to milk his wife while giving her the ass fucking she deserved. "Things are going to be different," Jack said 'and I'm the one who has the control now to make sure of it,' he thought as he glanced over at the controller on the floor. 'Yeah....things sure are going to be different.' ***This is the last in this series...feel free to continue the story line in your mind or in print and post!*** comments to: rhinoman14@mindspring.com 2868 1.19/512345

Wife And I Help An Injured Old Sri Lankan Worker

WIFE AND I HELP AN OLD INJURED SRI LANKAN WORKER By Bhuralund@gmail.com It was a disaster. The worker who was painting the house fell off the ladder. As he was falling down he tipped a flower vase and as would have it, the glass shards cut him all over. The poor sod was an old Sri Lankan and my wife had given him the work more out of pity than our need. Now we had a bleeding worker on our ground. It didn???t help that he hardly spoke any English! The good thing is that he was only wearing a sarong, folded half way above his black wobbly knees. I could see some sharp shards on his legs and thighs and since my hands tremble (when I am nervous and excited), I dared not touch him for the fear of hurting him more. So my wife, sitting next to me, took over the job. I sat down and watched. ???Go bring a soft pillow for him,??? my wife asked me, not too harshly. By the time I returned with a soft feather-filled pillow, my wife had taken off some of the shards from the calves of the old stinky fellow. She was focusing on his black hairy thighs now. She had no choice but to pull the sarong up a little. Slowly she pulled shard after shard. There were still a few more so I had to tell her, ???Darling, pull his sarong a little up and remove the other shards too, I can see from here.??? She made a face but pulled the sarong up a little, revealing more than three-quarters of the old man???s surprisingly well-built thighs. It was not easy because of all the hair on his thighs. I was helping my wife by spotting any shards and then she would gently pluck them out and rub the area a little with her soft white hands. I moved towards his feet and immediately noticed his fat, limps (half-hard I think) black uncut cock lying lifelessly between his massive black hairy thighs ??? like an innocent black anaconda coiled in its nest. I didn???t want to alarm my sweet wife unnecessarily so I asked her to look away and quickly pushed his black cock upwards. I must say it was very heavy and hot to hold. I kind of liked its heat and velvety touch but it would not be nice for a married man like me to get gay thoughts in my head so I stopped. Soon my wife had to uncover more of his old black skin to remove more shards and inevitably, the heavy black horsemeat of a cock fell down again right in view of my wife. She was too busy cleaning him up to notice such things such as heavy fat plump juicy uncut black cocks so she continued working. When it was time to check between him legs (you know, right in the centre just under the hairy black balls), she just unemotionally picked up the old Sri Lankan worker???s slightly dirty and smelly cock with one hand and continued her job as if she encountered such impressive gigantic cocks every day. By now the worker was (probably) feeling horny and his cock had started growing up. And soon it was a huge black rod of steel standing erect at 10 inches. My wife could no longer hold it with one hand so she asked me to hold the workers cock, a task I undertook only for a humanitarian cause. But I was getting a bit nervous in holding that magnificent black uncut cock (which was now slowly dribbling transparent gooey pre-fuck juice). The nervousness and trembling of my hand was really bad and as if I had no control over myself, my hands made the cock twitch and jerk and out of the blue (I was as surprised as she was) the cock moved towards my bent wife and flicked on her pouty lips. She stopped and looked at me, ???You can???t even do ONE thing properly,??? she chided me and took the cock away from my hands and tucked it between her calf and her massive white creamy thigh. It was amazing sight for me to see that monster black cock twitching and drooling pre-cum all over my wife???s plump thigh. The puckered mouth of the cock-meat was just inches away from my squatting wife???s underwear covered pussy which was showing through the opening of her legs under the rather short skirt she was wearing. ???Remove his sarong,??? my wife asked me. And to not disturb the way she was expertly holding his black slick cock between her calf and thigh, I just pulled the sweat-smelling sarong off from his shoulders and then head. Now the black evil worker was lying there completely naked. My wife swiftly straddled him so that her knees were now touching the floor and his legs were on either side of his massive frame. Because her legs were stretched so wide, I could see that her pussy lips were also starting to pull apart. My wife always wear big knickers and today was no exception. I don???t know how it happened but somehow, the old Sri Lankan???s massive cock landed in my wife???s big underwear. It just entered inside from the side parting like bees swarming towards a honey pot. Then my wife bent down to pluck some more glass shards from his stomach and chest and I couldn???t see anything. ???Sweet Jesus,??? suddenly my wife exclaimed in shock, ???Can you not stand and stare???come here quick and pull out his stupid cock out of my cunt. Jesus, you can???t do ONE thing properly.??? She continued plucking the glass shards ??? which I could not even see any more. Anyway, I turned behind her and put my hand inside her underwear to pull the worker???s monster horsecock out of her soaping pussy. But me being clumsy as ever, I ended up pushing it even further inside her deep pussy. She moaned and pulled her rear up a bit for easy access to my hands. I probed further and ended up rubbing my index finger on her engorged clit. This must have triggered her orgasm and she arched back and gave out a low-pitched howl as her orgasm hit the roof of her mouth. Her pussy was slicked with her and his juices and my hand slipped right on top of the Sri Lankan???s big hairy (grey-haired) wrinkled balls and that triggered HIS orgasm and he blasted hot rope after rope of his native sperm in my wife???s big fat meaty fertile pussy. Soon after that the poor sod somehow got up and wiped his still hard cock all over my wife???s face. I am not sure if she sucked him a little or not but I saw her licked her lips later and a thick white rope of a sperm hanging from her chin (which she scooped up and ate ??? you could only eat it and not drink it was so thick!). ???Come on, the poor sod got hurt in our house so pay him up before he goes off,??? my wife reprimanded me. As I opened my wallet, the old sod, who had already slipped inside his dirty smelly beggar???s sarong pulled all the notes inside and helped himself. As he was leaving the house, my wife called after him, ???So please come back tomorrow and finish all this work???and if you have some other workers like you bring then along too?????? I was looking at her with shock when she called out to me, ???Hey you, what are you doing standing there???come over here and eat my pussy. Good for nothing???can???t even do ONE thing properly.??? The end. 19419 1.58/512345