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Hot wife tales [mf, orgy)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
This story is not written by me. It is a part of my extensive
collection of stories from a.s.s. I will post these stories
once in a while when my programs don't compile.
Shivi.
WARNING : USUAL DISCLAIMERS APPLY. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY WIVES
WHO REQUIRE MULTIPLE SEX PARTNERS TO DERIVE SEXUAL SATISFACTION
WITH OR WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE OF THEIR HUSBANDS THEN GET A LIFE
AND PRESS 'N' WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE.
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway!
I had just finished a double shift at the hospital. My
relief was a Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get
out of there sooner than I expected. I was exhausted but still
keyed up, and I wanted to get home and shower. But first, I had
to pick up the girls at my mother's and stop and get something
for dinner. Of course, the air-conditioner in the car still
didn't work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade,
anyway!
I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the
Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam.
Usually, at four in the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was
slow, just starting the after-work rush hour, but it moved.
Today, the traffic was at a complete stop. My guess was there
was a very large accident somewhere ahead.
With my foot taking root in the brake pedal, my mind began
to drift. Still a little buzzed on all the coffee and a couple
of the little red pills I took to help me through the double
shift, my mind began zinging around, thinking about getting the
girls, debating McDonalds or Chinese for dinner, wondering why
Frank couldn't ever pick up dinner on HIS way home, relaxing in
the shower...
...all of a sudden, I broke out of my deep reverie to
realize that I was staring at the most beautiful naked chest I
had ever seen in my life. And it was only two feet from my eyes!
It was gorgeous! Tan and glistening in the bright sunlight,
the skin was taut over rippled muscles. I watched in pure and
complete fascination and delight as a drop of sweat rolled off
the left shoulder, slicing through the patina of dust and pollen,
down past the beautiful, dark rose nipple, over the rib section,
down past the navel, and into the band at the top of the shorts.
I was breathing fast through my clenched teeth and had trouble
swallowing.
"Like to take a picture, pretty lady?"
My concentration broken, I shifted my gaze up to the chest's
face. He was young, late high school, early college at the
oldest, sitting on a cooler in the back of a pick-up truck with
several other snickering boys -- the truck had some landscaper's
name on the door.
The face on top of that chest was beautiful, too.
His hair was thick, sun-lightened and matted to his forehead
with sweat. His large blue eyes shined like they were back-lit.
Full lips. Deeply-tanned, prominent cheekbones. Strong chin,
2-day beard. This boy-man was any female's erotic daydream.
Traffic started to move!
I panicked! I didn't want to loose this kid! I wasn't
ready to stop looking at him, yet!
What was happening to me? I had never felt like this,
before! I was excited and desperate for this feeling not to end.
I had never done anything like this in my life! I had never
cheated on Frank in our entire married life, and I really wasn't
thinking it through that far; I just wanted more of that chest
and that face. I wanted to feel him!
After a few feet, my car jerked to a stop beside the truck,
again.
"I want more than a picture," I said, "can I give you a
ride?"
Over the "woofs" and "ooo's" of the other boys, the face
smiled and blushed, "Thanks, I have a ride. I don't need one."
"Well, how about a fuck, then? Do you need one of those?"
At the same time I was saying it, I couldn't believe I was
*SAYING* it!
Traffic started to move again, and the truck lurched ahead.
"Hurry!" I shouted through the open window.
To the high-fives of his friends, the face and chest jumped
out of the moving truck, grabbed his lunch cooler, ran back
between the lanes, opened the passenger door, and flopped into
the passenger seat, smiling.
He looked at me, in my whites, "A nurse, huh? My name is
Doug."
I smiled back and immediately moved the car over to the
right, cutting off cars in two lanes, and pulling off the Beltway
at the next exit.
It was that easy? Are all men that easy?
Just off the ramp were several motels, two national chains
and a small, sleazy looking independent. I didn't have to think
twice about my choice -- the sleazy one. I filled out the
registration, broke the hundred-dollar bill I keep for
emergencies, and grabbed the key the old man threw on the
counter.
The room was three doors down from the office, and I was
turning the air-conditioner up to "HIGH" by the time Doug walked
into the room.
"I better shower," he said.
"No."
"But I'm dirty and sweaty. I've been working outside all
day."
I was unzipping my uniform, "No, I want you just like you
are, right now. Sweat and dirt and everything!"
He got the hint and started untying his boots. I dropped my
uniform to the floor and peeled off my pantyhose. My slip, bra
and panties piled up at the foot of the bed. I ripped the spread
off the bed and sat watching Doug.
He saw me watching and made a little production out of
dropping his khaki shorts and boxers. The band of clean, white
skin shone in the dark room. His cock was hard and bobbed up and
down.
"Great tits. You sure are sexy," he started, "what's..."
"Don't talk, Doug. I didn't bring you here to talk."
He climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my spread
legs.
"Do it, Doug! God dammit! Do it!"
And he did. His body fell on top of me and his cock banged
around between my legs, searching for my slit. One quick
maneuver with my hand and Doug lunged his hardness home.
He was fucking me!
I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and my legs around
his thighs. I could smell his sweat and feel the gritty dirt on
his skin. He slammed into me, causing me to gasp from the force.
I shifted weight and rolled us both over. Now, he was on his
back and I was riding his hips. His hands moved up to my tits,
roughly cupping them, pinching the nipples, and I settled my
hands back on his thighs, pumping him in and out of my pussy.
He grunted once. Then again. He was cumming! So fast!
I pumped my cunt up and down until his breathing slowed and
he opened his eyes. "Oh, wow, Lady! That was great! How about
you?"
"Not yet. Don't move."
I slid my cunt off his softening cock and then moved my face
over his crotch. He dick was a mess, covered with cum. His
sweat smell was strong.
Then I did something I had never done before -- I leaned
forward and sucked a sloppy, wet cock into my mouth. His cum
taste was strong and the texture was gooey, but I didn't care. I
licked the soft underside and sucked on the bulb of pink flesh at
the end. I licked his damp and musky balls. My finger searched
for his anus (another first!) and I felt his cock begin to harden
in my mouth as I pushed a finger up his ass. In a moment, he was
hard enough.
I knelt on the bed and put my head down to the mattress,
wiggling my ass at his face, "Here! Fuck me!"
He knelt behind me and shoved it up my cunt. No talent, no
finesse, no style, attacking me with a blunt instrument -- he was
perfect for what I needed. In a few strokes, I was lit up and
cumming like a three-dollar whore.
Doug was young and it now showed. He slammed his meat into
me for nearly twenty more minutes before he came. I was on one
steady come, hitting new heights every few minutes. When he
came, he collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed,
scratching my shoulder with his beard. We were both breathing
hard.
"God! You are one hot woman! You really wanted to get
fucked, didn't you?"
I managed a nod.
He finally got up and went into the bathroom. I was dressed
and tying my shoes when he came out.
"Are we done? Where are you going? I don't even know your
name!"
"I have a life, Doug, and I have to get back to it. You
were great, and just what I needed. Thanks."
"Well, wait up. I need a ride home!"
I put three twenties on the bureau. "You can have the room
till tomorrow morning, if you want. Here's some cash. Watch a
dirty movie, have a pizza delivered, and take a cab home. On me.
I have to get going."
As I closed the door I heard him mumble, "You crazy bitch!"
......
I pulled up in front of my mother's house and beeped the
horn. My daughters, 12 and 10, came running out and I waved at
their Granny as I pulled away.
Melissa, the 12 year old, looked over at me, "Wow, Mom, what
have you been doing? You look a mess"
Krissy concurred from the back seat, "Yeah, your hair looks
terrible."
I asked them about their day and we went through McDonald's
Drive-Thru without incident. At home, Frank was just getting out
of his car as we pulled up. He waited and then kissed us all on
the cheeks.
"Hi, Honey. You look like you had a tough day."
"Yeah, it was long and hard. The girls already told me my
hair was a mess. They just don't appreciate the effort I went
to, to get it looking this way!"
He tousled it with his hand, "I noticed, but I thought it
looked sexy. How was the traffic on your end?"
I smiled at him, "Well, Dear, the Beltway was a real mess.
I won't soon forget today's traffic jam. I overheated and this
one guy was really zipping in and out. Then he got behind me,
and he just wouldn't get off my ass."
Frank patted my shoulder, "I know, Julie, there are some
real fucking assholes out there."
"You can say that again, Honey."
Maybe the guilt would come later.
Then, again, maybe it won't!
JUST A LITTLE COUNTRY GIRL
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
Born and raised on a farm in a small West Virginia town, I
certainly was not prepared for the fantastic things that have
happened to me in the last year.
......
I was a virgin when I married Duane right out of high
school. We were everybody's "perfect couple" -- he played
football, and I was a cheerleader.
Duane worked hard for a lot of years, and, last year, got
the "big" promotion he deserved and was transferred to Baltimore.
We had to leave our little town for the first time in our lives.
It was very scary, but our minister gave us an introduction
letter to a church just outside of Baltimore, and the people at
our new church were the greatest -- making us feel at home,
helping us settle in, etc.
As you can guess, I was the dumb little country girl in the
big city for the first time -- I had never been exposed to all
the sex and violence and four-letter words in the "outside"
world. Duane and I were about even in the sex department, and I
didn't believe people could do the things to each other that I
have recently discovered they do.
Duane and I have been married nine years and we normally
made love maybe two or three times a month, and, although I was
unaware of this, I had never experienced an orgasm in all the
years of my marriage. We had sex in the traditional,
"missionary" position, and as soon as Duane reached his climax,
he would get up and take a shower, and then I'd take mine. To
me, the sex felt good but I thought that was all there was to
it. We had never tried, or even discussed, oral sex or anything
else for that matter.
Duane's job keeps him on the road constantly and he is gone
more than he's home. We bought a house when we moved to
Baltimore, and the upkeep and expenses in the area are demanding.
We live near a large state university and decided to rent out a
room to a college student. Duane and I didn't want just anybody
living in our house, so we were fortunate enough to have a church
member recommend her nephew to us.
......
My story really begins last August, when our college
student, Jason, moved in. As part of the rental agreement, I
made his bed everyday and cleaned his room. A couple of weeks
after he moved in, I found a whole stack of "adult" magazines
under his bed. There were "Playboys" and "Penthouses," but there
were also magazines with only pictures called things like
"Stockings and Lace," "Bush Basher," "Anal Honeys," and "Big Tit
Fuckers." I was amazed and shocked at what I saw in the pictures
and what I read in the letters and stories. But every day, I dug
another one out to read or look at.
One afternoon, Jason came in unexpectedly and caught me
sitting on his bed, reading his magazines. I was embarrassed
beyond words, and wanted to die! I could feel myself blush from
head to toe, and Jason tried to console me, telling me not to be
ashamed. We began to talk, and he asked me a lot of questions
about my attitude towards sex, and even my experiences. I had
never talked to anyone about sex, and I just opened up for the
first time in my life. After a long conversation, he finally
convinced me that I had never really experienced sex to the
fullest and knew nothing of its pleasures.
To make a long (and I'm sure, obvious) story short, within
two weeks, Jason seduced me and we began having sex every day.
Soon after we started, Jason insisted on performing oral sex
on me. I resisted at first, but finally gave in, and within a
few short minutes, I experienced the most wonderful orgasm of my
life! From that second on, I couldn't get enough of his sucking
and screwing me. He never failed to bring me to climax and I was
so hooked on his wonderful body and tongue that I would have done
almost anything to have him suck me.
Several days later, Jason asked me to perform oral sex on
him. Of course, I refused, telling him that I had never done
anything like that, even with Duane. He told me that he would
not suck me until I sucked him. Two days later I gave in and
started sucking him regularly.
From that day on, our schedule was for me to suck him until
he came (and I swallowed it all), then we would make love until
he came a second time, and then he would suck me until I had my
greatest orgasm of the day. Somehow, each day and each orgasm
was better than the last. Needless to say, I loved every second
of our lovemaking.
Jason soon told me that he wanted me to go out and buy a
very specific sexy outfit for him. Everything was to be black.
The dress was to be very short and tight. I was also to get a
sexy lace bra and tiny lace panties, garterbelt, stockings and
the highest patent leather, high heels I could find. I bought
the items as soon as I could afford them, finding the shoes at a
Goodwill store. Of course, I had to hide my new outfit so that
Duane wouldn't see it.
Almost everyday, when I dressed up in my outfit, it would
drive Jason absolutely nuts. He would go wild and our lovemaking
hit new heights of excitement. I would walk around in my outfit
for him, and then he would undress me down to the garterbelt,
nylons and heels and I would keep those on as we made love and
sucked each other. We had a wonderful relationship. We would
carry on like this everyday and I would have two, three, even
sometimes four orgasms a day!
One day, after classes resumed after Christmas break, Jason
came home from class and, out of the blue, told me he wanted me
to dress up in my black outfit and go with him to a friend's
apartment. He said he wanted to show my outfit to his friend.
When I absolutely refused, he announced that there would be no
more sex, not even sucking, and left the house to live with his
friend.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and called Jason at his
friend's apartment. People (including Duane) were asking me
where Jason was and why he wasn't home. But the real reason was,
I now needed my constant sex, and I especially needed Jason to
suck me off to my wonderful orgasms. On the phone, I pleaded
with Jason to come back and he didn't agree until I told him I
ted me to do.
Jason returned in two days, and after about a week, our
routine was back to normal. The following weekend, Duane was out
of town, and Jason told me that he had set up a party with a
friend of his (Mark), and that I was to wear my sexy outfit. I
was too ashamed to risk being seen in public in the outfit, so I
carried it in a small gymbag. When we arrived at Mark's
apartment, Jason introduced me as his "sexy landlady," and said,
"Her husband is out of town and anything goes!" I was so
embarrassed in front of this total stranger. Jason then went
into the kitchen to make drinks, and Mark put his arm around me,
telling me to put on the little outfit he had "heard so much
about."
When I had finished dressing, Mark kissed me and ran his
hand down inside the top of my dress, feeling my breasts. I
pulled away and yelled for Jason to drive me home. He said that
I had promised to do whatever he wanted, and that now was the
time to prove it. He then downed his entire drink, spun me
around and unzipped my dress. It dropped to the floor as he said
to Mark, "Check out this fantastic body! Have you ever seen any
better?"
I stood there, trembling and fighting back tears as Jason
unhooked my bra and pulled off my panties. I can never explain
how embarrassed and humiliated I was standing there, almost
naked, in front of a total stranger, and seeing the excitement
blaze in his eyes.
Jason pushed me down on Mark's lap and went to make another
round of drinks. Mark's hands were all over my body --
squeezing, caressing, rubbing. Feeling my breasts, squeezing my
hard nipples, until finally, his hand forced its way between my
thighs and found my clitoris. Jason returned with the drinks and
said, "Let's go to the bedroom," where they both undressed and
pushed me on the bed between them.
That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to
4:00 a.m., the three of us participated in a sex orgy that was
totally unbelievable and beyond anything I had ever dreamed
possible. Jason screwed me three times, and Mark screwed me four
times! Each of them sucked me until I reached orgasms, and I
sucked both of them off twice. While Jason was screwing me, Mark
straddled my chest and put his cock into my mouth. Then they
would switch, and Mark would screw me from behind as I sucked
Jason, lying on the bed. Jason fell asleep first and then Mark,
and that's the order I woke each of them the next morning, by
sucking them to orgasm.
After that night, we returned to Mark's apartment at least
once a week, for repeat performances. One night during the week,
two classmates stopped by and Mark invited them in. Within
seconds they were naked and getting on the bed. Jason insisted
that I have sex with them, too. They didn't even tell me their
names, and before the night was over, both of them had screwed me
twice, and I had sucked them both off to climaxes, not counting
what I did with Jason and Mark!
Towards the end of the semester, Jason started bringing guys
home from class with him, telling me to have sex with them. When
I counted them up, I realized I had had sex with eleven total
strangers (not counting Mark!). Every time I refused, Jason
threatened to move out, again, and I knew he meant it. After the
first time with me, some of them stopped back and had sex with
me, even if Jason wasn't home!
Last week, at the end of the semester, Jason told me he
wanted me to go to a party with him. By then, I had an idea what
kind of party it would be, so I refused. He then told me that if
I agreed to go, he would find a job nearby, and stay at the house
all Summer, instead of moving back to New Jersey until the Fall
semester. Of course, I couldn't bear the thought of four months
without sex with Jason, so I agreed to go.
When I walked into the party in my black outfit, it was
immediately obvious that I was the only woman there. The guys,
some of whom had been to the house with Jason, all took turns
dancing with me, and that was fun. But within an hour, I was
being led down the hall, into a bedroom, and being stripped at
Jason's urging. For the next four hours, I had continuous sex,
until all ten men were exhausted, and I couldn't get them aroused
any more.
That party made me stop and think about where my life was
headed. I think I still love Duane, even though he can't even
oral sex with Duane, but he says it just doesn't sound "proper"
or "polite." In fact, he said it was "perverted."
......
I know I'm on a wild ride with Jason and his college
friends. I just don't know how to stop it. I know guys talk,
and soon, word about these orgies is bound to get out to someone.
I'm even running out of excuses for why I miss so many Sunday
services when Duane is out of town!
Just today, Jason came home from his new construction job
for the Summer and said he was telling all his coworkers about
what a sexy landlady he had!
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
My wife, Jody, and I have been married for eight years, and
over that time, we have hosted some dynamite parties. However,
we just moved to Baltimore, and really didn't know too many
people.
I joined an amateur soccer team through the local rec
council, and we play at the local park on weekends. Just seeing
my teammates for games, I still didn't know any of them really
well after a couple of weeks, so we decided to have a party for
the team and their wives or dates.
Well, that Saturday night, I tapped a half-keg and Jody made
gallons of her special wine punch and tons of food. It was a
nice party. So nice, that even after some guys took their dates
home, they came back to join the rest of the team in our attempt
at "killing the keg."
By 2 a.m., we had all slowed down a touch, and the guys were
sitting around in a great bullshit session. There were 10 guys
and only 2 women left. Jody and the other wife, Connie, were in
the den having their own talk session. Of course, sex was a big
topic and a short time into the conversation, Bill, Connie's
husband, stated that he and Connie had an "open" marriage and
often "swapped." He asked me if Jody and I had ever swapped and
I said "no," right away.
However, at that moment, the idea sounded very interesting
because Connie was a drop-dead-gorgeous, hard-bodied, California
blonde type.
Bill then told me that every guy there had fucked Connie, at
one time or another, and that Jody and I should consider the
possibilities.
Well, my dick WAS thinking about the possibilities -- my
mind was in Coors-neutral! I was still sober (alright, maybe
sober isn't the word -- un-drunk) enough to know that I didn't
like the idea of Jody and another guy, but I also didn't like the
idea that every guy there but me had had his shot with Connie.
It just wasn't fair, and, -- damn it! -- she *WAS* hot looking!
As I settled down a little and began picking up the
conversation, again, I realized that the guys were banging on
Bill to set something up with Connie -- right then and there --
at our party!
Bill swaggered and swayed into the other room, and returned
with Connie. She had this silly grin on her face and her eyes
were sparkling. Bill put a few cushions on the floor and then,
like some kind of crazy clothes storm, everybody was getting
naked in a hurry.
I couldn't believe it! And I could see Jody standing in the
doorway, not believing it, either.
In a flash, Connie was naked and on her back and one guy was
shoving his hard cock into her. The other guys were all nude,
hard, and waiting their turn. Even with Jody in the same room
with me, I could feel my cock straining to rip out of my pants.
After the first guy finished, Bill said something about
being polite to the host and giving him his turn. I started to
say no -- I really did! I looked at Jody -- and then I looked
down on Connie's naked body. She was pinching her nipples on her
petite breasts, licking her lips and holding her legs open for
me. There was a drop of the first guy's cum dripping out of her
pink pussy.
I shrugged and smiled like an idiot. As I unbuckled my belt
I saw Jody disappear from the room, and I thought, "Sure, she's
pissed now, but she'll get over it!" Nothing was going to hold
me back from fucking this fantastic blonde waiting for me!
I buried my cock into Connie's pussy on my first shove. She
was wet and loose and I slid right in to my balls. But I was too
excited. In about four hard humps I was blowing my wad in her
cunt and Connie was smiling up at her audience, yelling "Next!
Who's next?!"
I was sitting watching the next guy plow into Connie when I
heard Jody over my shoulder, "Hey, guys, I don't want you wear
yourselves out with Connie! There are two cunts here that need
fucking. Lot's of fucking!"
I turned around to ask Jody what she thought she was doing,
but just then, she hit the stereo and began dancing. She danced
over to me and said, "Not one word out of you, you bastard! This
is my party, too. Just sit back and watch me enjoy this."
Jody danced to the center of the room and I thought my wife
had never looked lovelier, sexier, hotter than at that moment.
Before long, she lifted her sweater over her head to reveal her
braless, magnificent 36C chest to the partyers. Everybody
clapped and cheered and Jody quickly dropped her skirt and was
naked, gracing the guys with a look at her firm, fantastic,
flawless body. She danced till the song ended and then stood
there.
Her eyes were glowing with excitement (or maybe it was
revenge) and asked, "So, boys, who wants to fuck my pussy first?"
The guys went nuts!
Both women were immediately getting all the cock they could
handle. It was obvious Jody was on a mission to suck and fuck
every cock in the room except mine. At one time, Connie had a
lull in the action and asked me if I wanted to fuck her again. I
nodded and tried, but Connie's pussy was so loose and sloppy-wet
and I couldn't keep my eyes off Jody. I wasn't able to come and
went back to my seat just watching Jody get her brains fucked
out. She was fucking and sucking one guy after another with
obvious enthusiasm and glee.
People started crashing around the room. Connie fell asleep
but Jody was wide awake and ready to go. I watched Bill straddle
Jody, reach back into her pussy for some lubrication and then
fuck her tits. I had only seen that done in videos, before, but
I guess because Connie's tits were so small, he enjoyed big tits
when he found them. He shot most of his load on Jody's face and
Jody looked at me as she wiped Bill's cum with her finger and
then sucked that finger clean.
Finally, the last guy awake besides me came in Jody's mouth
and fell asleep on the floor.
Jody looked at her body, covered with drying cum and then
looked at me. "Well, you're still hard. You must have liked
what you saw."
I thought about it, and didn't really have an answer. "I
guess yes and no, Jody."
"Well come on over here, and let's see if I can make it a
yes for you."
I got down on the floor and knelt between Jody's spread
thighs. I could see nine other men's cum caked in her pussy hair
and running down her crack. I wanted her more than I had ever
wanted her in my life.
As I slid my aching cock into her still-tight pussy, she
wrapped her arms and legs around me and smiled. "See? You get
what you deserve. You know what they say about paybacks. You
should have never even thought about fucking Connie."
"I know."
"Besides, I'm prettier."
"I know. Way prettier."
"And I have a better body."
"Much better, and a much tighter cunt," I agreed.
"How could you fuck Connie?"
"How could you fuck all these guys?"
Jody actually purred a little and said, "It was easy and a
whole lot more fun than I thought it would be. At first, I just
wanted to piss you off, but then I began to really like all the
attention."
"I could tell that, Jody."
"I've just never been this naughty before in my life, and I
guess I really got off on it. And, I even kept count. You're my
tenth different cock of the night, and this is the fifteenth time
I've been fucked. I also had 5 guys cum in my mouth and one on
my tits."
I exploded into her well-used cunt with the absolute best
orgasm I had ever had in my life. I kissed her well-used mouth
and licked her well-felt tits. I loved her more than ever.
Before we went to bed, I looked around the room. "How are
we ever going to face these people, again? What happens at the
next game when we show up? What do we say?"
Jody smiled and said, "Next game? I'm wondering what these
guys will want for breakfast!!!! Think it'll be a repeat with
anyone you know?""
......
And she was right.
I awoke at 8 a.m., to the sound of Bill's hard cock slurping
in and out of Jody's wet cunt. He was fucking my wife in my bed,
not two feet from me, and my wife was loving it!
As the guys woke up, it became a repeat performance, with
Jody fucking all of the guys at least once before they left. Two
guys stayed all day, screwing Jody over and over again, until
they couldn't get hard, anymore. She was insatiable.
Bill and Connie left first. I think Connie got pretty
pissed when it became real obvious who all the guys preferred
fucking.
We've had two more parties like that, since that first one.
I watch Jody fucking until I get tired watching, but she's still
fucking. She's a lot more popular than Connie, and she never
seems to say "no." She seems to be enjoying her new role as team
slut and "general easy piece," and, although I never imagined
Jody behaving like this, I'm still a good sport about it.
......
Jody called me from work one night and told me she was going
to dinner, dancing, "and whatever" with three salesmen who were
in town for the night. She came home the next morning, covered
with love bites and scratches, with just enough time to shower
and change for work.
Another time, I was mowing the front lawn when Jody pulled
into the driveway with a police car right behind her. The two
cops followed her into the house and the three of them didn't
reappear for an hour. Later, Jody told me that they had pulled
her over for speeding just as their shift was ending, and she
suggested "an alternative" to getting a ticket. Both cops have
been back to the house several times, since; once, with two more
friends along for the fun.
When will this end? Who knows? I guess I'll just have to
wait until Jody gets this need for cock out of her system.
Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if I'd never
fucked Connie.
WINNING (AMANDA) THROUGH INTIMIDATION
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. Boswell
Greg and I are not brothers, although I've always considered
us that. Our mothers are twin sisters, and when Greg's dad ran
out on them, Greg and my Aunt Lou moved in with us. I was three
and Greg was six. We grew up together.
Greg was always a big bruiser, wanting to be in control, and
I'd like to have a dime for every time he beat the shit out of
me, over the years.
He was a lousy student and always a problem -- his mother
and my parents were always bailing him out of trouble. Before he
even graduated from high school, he got into enough trouble with
the law, that Aunt Lou signed her permission for him to join the
Army to stay out of jail. Greg seemed to love the army, serving
two tours in Viet Nam (in some macho-commando type unit), and
became a "lifer."
I was just the opposite. I went to college and, after my
junior year, married Amanda, my neighborhood sweetheart, the
summer after she got out of high school. I finished college, got
a job and we moved out of state. Amanda and I have been married
for fifteen years, and we have a lovely daughter, Cindy, who just
had her 14th birthday.
......
A couple of weeks ago, out of the blue, I got a call from
Greg. He just retired from the service, after 20 years, and
wanted to come visit. I seldom heard from him and hadn't seen
him in 18 years, and I wasn't sure I would even recognize him.
Anyway, he was almost my brother, so Amanda and I put in for a
few weeks vacation and invited him for an extended visit.
I couldn't believe what I saw when I picked Greg up at the
airport. At three years older than me, I knew he was 38, but he
looked ten years younger than that. His hair was still clipped
short, military style, and his 6'3" body bulged with muscles on
top of muscles. He looked like he had a 30-inch neck and could
start as a linebacker for the Forty-Niners. He was huge and mean
looking -- just the way I remembered him growing up. As I was
driving home, he punched me in the shoulder while we were
laughing about something, and I thought I was going to pop
through the car door.
He whistled when he saw the house, and whistled even louder
when he saw Amanda. I knew he would be surprised. At 32, Amanda
had never looked better. Blonde, blue-eyed, with fantastic skin
and a drop-dead body, she was a knock-out, in that clean,
All-American way.
Greg gave her a long, tight hug and ended the embrace with a
loud, wet kiss on her lips. "Mandy, you are one prime piece of
woman. The last time I saw you, you were a little scrawny thing,
riding by the house on your bike. You sure have developed! Now,
just what the hell are you doing hitched up to a little geek like
Jim, here?"
Amanda blushed and giggled when Greg patted her rear, but I
saw the little look she shot me. I had warned her that I
remembered Greg as being rude and crude, and hadn't expected the
army to improve on that attitude very much.
After showing Greg his room, we all moved out to the patio,
by the pool, and had a few drinks. By his second beer, Greg was
acting so at home, you would have thought it was his house and
Amanda and I were the visitors.
A little later, Cindy got home from school. My pride and
joy, I thanked the stars, every day, that Cindy got her Mom's
genes in the looks department. Also blonde and blue-eyed, she
was just beautiful -- my sweet and innocent little girl. It was
her last day of school for the summer, and when she joined us, I
introduced her to Greg.
He was having a high time, crumbling his empty beer cans the
way I'd crumble a sheet of writing paper and telling us all the
places he had been in the last twenty years.
I got some steaks out for the grill, and we all changed into
swimsuits. I noticed Amanda wore her most modest one-piece, but
unfortunately, my daughter, at 14, didn't have a bathing suit her
Father considered modest.
We all went into the pool and Greg showed off his hard, tan
body and began horsing around with everyone, pulling us under,
splashing, throwing the girls up into the air, and doing
cannonballs from the side. One time, he wrestled me to the
bottom, and I came up blubbering and gasping for air. I used
that opportunity to get out of the pool and check on the food.
Greg got out of the pool, popped open another beer, and sat
down beside me. "Jimmy-boy, you have paradise here." His eyes
were locked on Amanda and Cindy as they got out of the pool,
"Yes, Jimmy-boy, I think there's every little thing a man could
want -- house, car, beer and two beautiful women. I think I'm
ready to move in."
"Well, Greg, you're my brother; the house and car are yours
to use, but," I smiled and nodded at Amanda and Cindy, "the older
one is married, and Cindy is a little too young for you."
He looked at me over the top of the can, "Don't kid
yourself, Mister Suburbia. In Bangkok, Cindy'd be too old,
already, to bring in the big bucks. 'Course, with a body like
hers -- already havin' those big tits at her age -- and that
blonde hair, she could still bring in a small fortune every
night."
"That's disgusting, Greg."
He laughed a loud belly-laugh, "Jimmy-boy, don't knock it
till you try it. As they say in some parts of the world: `Young
meat's the sweetest treat!'"
During dinner, Greg told us one tale after another -- from
war stories about the fights and battles he'd been in, the medals
he'd won, and the men he'd killed, to drinking contests, and even
his sexual conquests. He could tell a good story and the two
girls were hanging on his every word.
After dinner, Cindy reluctantly packed for a "sleep-over" at
her best friend's house. It was her big, end-of-the-school-year
celebration and we had been hearing about it for weeks, so I was
a little surprised by her wanting to stay with the "old folks."
When Amanda returned from delivering Cindy to her party and
making sure it was chaperoned, we broke out some cards and began
to play "Hearts."
I guess with the drinks and the fact that Greg hadn't done
anything really outrageous, Amanda and I began to relax and enjoy
the evening, and (as usual, after a few drinks) Amanda became a
tiny bit of a flirt.
Around about 10 o'clock, Greg asked if we ever went
skinny-dipping. I guess he could tell from the look and smile
Amanda and I shared, that we had -- quite often, as a matter of
fact.
He grabbed the deck of cards and said, "I thought so. Well,
we're all family here. Let's play a few hands of `strip
blackjack' and then we'll go swimming."
I started to decline, when I felt Amanda's hand on mine,
"What the hell, James. We're all family, and we don't want to
get our guest angry on his first night here."
She was right. I didn't want to piss off a boozed-up Greg.
Greg was the dealer and, to my surprise, he lost the first
hand. He was wearing only his swimtrunks and he stood up and
lowered them off his hips. Along with all of his other physical
attributes, he had the largest, thickest cock I have ever seen,
hanging semi-rigid between his legs, and I could see Amanda
giving it a close inspection, also.
He started to deal, and I asked him what he was betting
since he didn't have any more clothes on.
He smiled at me and said, "Don't worry about it, Jimmy-boy."
He won the next hand and Amanda and I shed our shirts. I
tied Greg on the next hand, but Amanda went bust.
"Mandy, Mandy, Mandy. Time to pay the piper, Dear." Greg
grinned from ear to ear as Amanda stood and slowly removed her
bathing suit. I think she was secretly enjoying the attention
and made a little strip-tease out of it.
"I knew you were a natural blonde -- never doubted it for a
moment, Mandy. And your tits -- magnificent! You give new
meaning to going `bust.'" Greg only lifted his eyes from
Amanda's large breasts to stare into her eyes and smile. Amanda
smiled back, totally relaxed with her nudity.
I stood up, "Well, I guess the game's over. Let's go
swimming."
Greg grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back down into my
chair. "Jimmy-boy, what say you and me go mano-a-mano for one
hand? Winner take all?"
"What are we betting, Greg?"
He smiled at Amanda and then looked at me, "Well, the loser
gets the sofa for the night."
"And the winner?"
"Don't be dense, Jimmy-boy. The winner gets Mandy."
I started to get up, "Don't be ridiculous, Greg. This has
gone far enough. You can't intimidate me into a crazy bet like
that."
In an instant, Greg grabbed my wrist and clipped my feet out
from under me. I fell forward, to the table, hitting it with my
chin, and was held there, in his iron grasp. He wasn't even
sweating.
Mandy placed her hand on Greg's huge chest. "Please!
Please don't fight. Don't hurt James, Greg."
"I don't want to be ignorant, Jimmy-boy. Let's ask Mandy if
she's game." He turned and looked at her standing there, naked
and glowing in the moonlight. Still holding me, he stood and
slapped his huge semi-hard dick on the table. "What do you say,
Mandy, Honey? You look like a good sport. It'll be a good time
for you, either way -- I guarantee it. Jimmy and I will play one
more hand. You get taken by the winner. Do you want to be the
prize, Mandy?"
Amanda giggled and hiccupped. She looked at me, then at his
cock, and back at me. She shook her head, once.
"I'll take that as a yes. Good! I'll deal." Greg dealt me
two cards and I went bust on the third. He stood, grabbed Amanda
around the waist and pulled her into the house. Over his
shoulder, he glanced at me and said, "See you in the morning,
Jimmy-boy. Lock up, turn out the lights, and be a good boy,
okay?"
......
To my right, our bedroom light came on. I walked over to
the window and looked into the room.
As they walked into the room, Greg lifted Amanda by her
waist and tossed her like a little stuffed animal onto the bed.
He spit onto his hand and rubbed his big cock.
"Let's just get the `ice-breaker' out of the way, shall we,
Mandy?" He climbed onto the bed, spread Amanda's legs open and
pushed his hard cock into my wife's pussy. She grunted loudly at
the swift invasion.
"Oh, Mandy! You're so wet, I could'a saved my spit. You
must get off on all the macho stuff, huh? It sure feels good
stretching your tight little twat."
I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap themselves around
Greg's hips and her arms went to his neck.
"I knew you'd like it rough, bitch. I could see it in your
eyes, all night. You're the type that has all those sweaty
construction workers fantasies. You like the big, strong man
taking you, don't you?"
And he was right. "Mandy" did seem to like it -- hell! --
she seemed to be loving it! She was pumping her hips hard into
Greg's. Her breathing was in loud gasps and moans. She was
clinging to him with all of her strength.
I suddenly became aware of the rock-hard erection I had. As
I watched Amanda start her orgasm, I started mine, shooting my
cum against the wall, without even touching myself. My legs felt
wobbly as I reached back for a chair and sat down.
I sat there and listened to my wife getting fucked by my
"brother" and couldn't quite decide how I felt about the whole
thing -- angry, jealous, but also very turned on, very hot. And
scared -- more than a little scared.
I could tell by the grunts and moans that Greg was cumming
and Amanda was enjoying her second orgasm. Hoping that it was
over, I stepped to the window, again.
Greg rolled off Amanda and grabbed her by the hair, "Lick me
clean, bitch. Suck all that slime off my cock."
Shocked, I watched Amanda position herself over Greg's
still-hard cock and lower her mouth around it, licking and
slurping the goo between her lips. I couldn't believe it! For
our entire marriage, oral sex after I had an orgasm inside her
was out of the question for Amanda -- I always got up and washed
myself. Now, Amanda was slurping up Greg's cum like it was too
precious to waste!
Greg held Amanda's hair in his hand, pulling her head up and
down on his erection. "Yeah, that's good. Keep that up, just
like that, you hot little slut."
Amanda's head was bobbing as she sucked Greg in and out of
her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, her ass rotating in
the air. Greg took his other hand and inserted three fingers
between her legs and into her exposed cunt. His fingers were
glistening with lubrication when he pulled them out and roughly
shoved one, and then two, and, finally, the third finger into my
wife's anus.
"Oh, you're good! Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now,
listen, you little slut, I'm getting ready to cum and I want you
to swallow every drop of it. Do you understand?"
Without removing his flesh from her sucking mouth, Amanda
looked up at Greg and quickly nodded. Within seconds, Greg began
to hump his hips off the bed, pushing his meat even deeper into
my wife's hungry mouth. He was cumming, again, and I could see
Amanda's throat working as she swallowed his cum. A drop escaped
her lips and ran down her chin, dropping from there to her
swaying breast. When Greg was done ejaculating, Amanda knelt,
caught the errant drop on her finger and sucked her finger clean.
Greg gave her bare ass a resounding slap, leaving a red
hand-print. "You are a hot piece of ass, Mandy, no denying that.
But don't be getting too comfortable, I've only just started."
......
And he had. I dozed fitfully in the chair. Throughout the
night, I was awakened by the sounds of Greg's and Amanda's
uninhibited sex. I may have missed a time or two, but by my
calculation, Greg fucked my wife four times and demanded and
received two blow jobs. He was insatiable -- never getting
totally soft, always staying at least semi-rigid. They didn't
get much sleep, either.
Finally, at daylight, I walked in through the patio door,
only to hear more moans and groans. I heard the shower start and
realized that the noises were coming from the bathroom. I peeked
into the steam to see them both in our over-sized tub, Amanda
bent forward, the water striking her back as Greg shoved his
morning erection in and out of Amanda's asshole! That was
something she said disgusted her, and she never wanted to even
try with me!
I stood there, with my own morning erection, stroking it
until I added my cum to the sticky, sweaty mess that was the
sheet on our bed. I dressed and went into the kitchen.
In a little while, Greg appeared and sat at the kitchen
table.
"Morning, Jimmy-boy. You don't look like you slept too
well. I slept like a baby. I guess I should tell you that
dealing Blackjack is a hobby of mine. You should'a cut the
fuckin' cards." He laughed a huge laugh.
"You're a real bastard, Greg. That's my wife you did that
to!" And I swung at him.
Of course, he caught my hand and crushed it in his huge
fist. I crumpled to the floor in pain, my hand still in his
vise-grip.
"I didn't do a single thing to your little lady she didn't
want me to do, Jimmy-boy. And she seemed to like it, too. She's
got a hot and ready little pussy, and likes to use it. You
didn't hear her yelling for help, did you?"
I managed a "no" between my clenched teeth.
"No, she didn't. Look, she's been married a long time --
she just wanted to have a little excitement. Don't make a big
deal out of it, okay? Alright, now, Jimmy. I'm gonna let go,
but you gotta behave, okay?"
I nodded.
He let go of my hand and I held it gently with my left. It
felt like all of the bones had been crushed to powder.
Amanda walked into the kitchen, dressed in a skirt and
sweater. She looked like she had gone to a PTA meeting instead
of fucking her ass into the bed all night. She looked at the
floor and not at me.
Greg smiled. "Well, here's the party girl, now. Jimmy was
wondering if you had a good time, last night. I told him you
did. You did, didn't you?"
Amanda nodded.
"Tell him, so he knows you're alright. Tell him you had a
good time, Mandy. Tell him what you liked the best."
Amanda looked at me, then back to the floor. "I had a good
time, James. I enjoyed myself, last night."
Greg smiled, "See, Jimmy-boy, everything's alright. Mandy,
just so Jimmy can see that you WANTED to participate in the fun,
last night, what say you show him how you like to suck my wang?"
"No, Greg. I can't do that. Not here, in front of James.
Not this morning."
He reached up and grabbed Amanda by the hair, pulling her
face to within inches of his. "Listen, you little cunt. You
think back to last night and then tell me you can't. You were
the hottest, cock-greediest, little slut I've fucked in a long
time. Don't go playing Miss-Prim-and-Proper with me. You know
you are a dirty, little whore." He grabbed Amanda by the
shoulders and forced her to her knees. "Unzip me, bitch. You
know what to do."
I stood there, cradling my hand, feeling my cock grow hard
as I watched Amanda take Greg's hard cock out of his pants, and
lower her mouth down on to it.
"Jimmy-boy, in the spirit of goodwill, why don't you lift
your little lady's skirt and do something useful with that boner
in your pants. Show her there's no hard feelings for being such
a good little hostess to your guest. She's such a nasty girl, I
know she'll love it."
I didn't argue because I didn't want to argue with him. I
wanted to do exactly what he was telling me to do.
Amanda lifted her mouth off of Greg's erection as I lifted
her to a standing position and lifted her skirt over her bent
back, "No, James. Please don't. Not like this. Please!"
But I didn't listen. I dropped my jeans and shorts, pulled
her panties down and entered her wet, hot cunt.
I was nearing orgasm, fast, when Greg said, "Try her back
door, Jimmy-boy. It was a real struggle gettin' my dick in this
morning, but it should be easy going, now."
I immediately began my orgasm, and I could feel Amanda
clench around me as she started hers, too. When I was done and
slipped out of her slimy channel, Greg pulled his cock out of her
mouth, lifted her over his lap, until she settled her cunt down
onto his erection, and she rode him to one orgasm after another.
Finally, Greg stood up, still holding Amanda on his cock,
walked to a wall, and pumped into my wife, pinned to the wall,
until he came. Amanda slid off his pole and to the floor.
Greg stepped closer to her and held her chin up in his hand.
"You know what to do, slut."
Amanda knelt before Greg, licking and sucking his cock clean
of all their love juices. When she finished, she gently replaced
his still-semi-hard cock in his pants and zipped them up.
Greg sat back in his chair, "Ah! You know? A guy could
really get to like it around here. Now, who's cooking
breakfast?"
Cindy returned after breakfast, and the four of us went
sightseeing. Greg acted as if what happened the previous night
and that morning were as normal a thing as could possibly happen.
Amanda managed a "I'm so sorry, James" whenever she got the
chance, but I watched as Greg spent most of the day with my wife
and daughter on his arms. I was watching for his slightest
advance towards Cindy, but he was the "kindly Uncle" to her all
day.
......
I awoke with a start. The clock said it was after 1 am.
The bed was empty beside me, and then I heard the heavy
breathing. Amanda was on the floor, beside the bed, on all
fours, and Greg was plowing into her cunt, doggie-style. I
rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
I woke up after 2 am, and as I looked to the side, it was
obvious Greg was on his back, on the floor, and Amanda was
stifling her cries as she came, riding Greg's cock as he pinched
and pulled her hard nipples on her big, bouncing boobs. Greg was
right -- she was a slut!
......
Greg stayed for well over a week, and it was the same, every
night. Greg came into our bedroom and fucked my wife, over and
over, until the small hours of the morning. Whenever Cindy was
out of the house, Amanda's mouth and cunt and ass were open for
business, however and wherever Greg wanted them. It didn't
matter to them whether I was in the house, or even in the same
room! There was no denying the fact that Amanda was really
getting off "being taken" by this big brute. She couldn't get
enough of it. When Greg motioned to her or led her into the
bedroom, my wife would look at me and just shrug as she joined
him for another sex-fest.
Greg was in total control. He even shaved Amanda's cunt!
......
Greg had arrived Friday and by Tuesday, I had seen enough
and went back to work. But, it was almost as bad as staying home
and watching, because I couldn't get their fucking out of my
mind.
One day, during the second week of Greg's visit, I was
leaving for work when two huge Black guys pulled into the
driveway. They said they were Army buddies of Greg's, and he had
invited them over for a visit. Fortunately, Cindy was staying
over at a friend's that day. I don't know what happened that
day, but the two guys were gone and Amanda was asleep when I got
home from work, and she didn't wake up until Greg joined her for
his nightly orgy.
Finally, on the second Wednesday, Greg told us he was
leaving on Friday. When Greg came into the bedroom that last
night, I went out onto the patio and watched through the window.
There wasn't a thing Amanda wouldn't do to or for Greg. She even
cleaned his cock with her mouth after he came in her ass! The
two of them carried on long into the night, until it was Greg who
surrendered, saying he was too tired to go on.
Amanda was asleep with a satisfied smile on her face by the
time I got back into bed.
......
At the airport, the next day, Greg sat beside me in the car.
"Jimmy-boy, you got something special. So don't ruin it and just
make believe these two weeks never happened. I'm gone and things
can get back to normal."
"How in the hell am I supposed to forget any of this
happened, you prick?"
"Easy, boy, relax. Don't make it any harder than it has to
be. Mandy was just having a harmless little fling with me and
it's over. She told me that until I arrived, you were the only
guy that she's ever fucked. She wanted some strange meat. She
was just sowing some wild oats she had stored up. Let it rest,
Jimmy."
He got out of the car and I called out, "Greg!"
He turned and looked in the window.
"Don't come back, again, Greg. Ever."
"I hear you, little brother. I won't be back."
I nodded. "And, thanks."
"For...?" he asked.
"For not trying anything with Cindy."
He shook his head and laughed deeply. He turned to walk
away, and then turned back and leaned into the car. "I didn't
have to try anything with your precious little Cindy, Daddy. My
second night there, she came into my room and fucked and sucked
my brains out. It was her idea. She said she'd been fucking
older men since she was twelve, and that I was the most exciting
and dangerous man she had ever met, and she wanted me. Who was I
to stop her? She even wanted to go away with me!
"That night, and every night, your little daughter visited
me. After Cindy left my bed, I had to rest an hour or so before
I could visit Mandy.
"That little girl of yours tired me out! Oh, yeah -- she's
even hotter than your wife -- you ought to try it, sometime!"
He turned and walked into the terminal, still laughing
loudly.
I started the car and wondered what life was going to be
like at home. Greg said to let it get back to normal -- what the
fuck is normal, now?
......
Greg left a little over three months ago, but he left his
legacy behind.
Cindy moped a little after her "Uncle Greg" left.
Amanda was at first conciliatory, but it was soon evident
that I wasn't giving her what she wanted and needed.
Greg also left me a phone bill with over $600 in long
distance charges, he "borrowed" one of my credit cards and
charged over $3,100 in clothes and luggage, and over $7,000 in
stamps is missing from my collection.
But he did leave me something to remember him by.
As hard as it is to believe, both Amanda and Cindy are
pregnant -- and I had a vasectomy years ago.
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