Getting role models to be successful in any kind of activity is one of the most tried and proven ways of getting ahead. It doesn’t matter whether you are looking for a better job or getting promoted or doing better in school, if you have the right role models, you will get the right amount of encouragement and inspiration you need to step your game up when it comes to a local sex hook up.

You have to remember that life is a competition. Life is always testing you. Life is always pushing at you and you need to push back. You need to step it up, you need to scale up, and eventually, by pushing and pushing, you will achieve a breakthrough.

Well, you are more than welcome to do this on your own, but let me tell you, trial and error is a bitch. There is such a thing as a school of hard knocks, and believe me, it’s hell bent on knocking you down. If you want a shorter way to success, but not necessarily a shortcut, you just simply need to find role models.

In other words, you need to copy people who have done what you want to do. This seems like a slam dunk. You look for somebody who has gone in the pussy that you’re looking for and everything is taken care of, as far as free hook ups are concerned.

Don’t get too excited. Free hook ups are more complicated than that. Now, I’m not trying to discourage you. What I’m saying is that if you are indiscriminate in finding role models or people to copy when it comes to free hook ups, chances are quite good that you will copy the wrong person.

So who should you not copy for success at free online sex dating websites? Well, there are many different kinds of losers that you need to avoid. There are many sad, pathetic pieces of shit you need to avoid like the plague when it comes to getting pussy.

However, one type stands out. If you detect this type, you need to get the fuck out of there because you’re not going to learn from this person. And worst of all, this person’s attitude will infect yours and, guess what? You will fail to get pussy again and again.

If you think you’re sorry, sad and lonely now because you jerk off to porn and can’t get any action, well, it can be a thousand times worse if you pattern yourself against these assholes. Who are these jackasses and douchebags I’m talking about? Well, these people are people with an entitlement mentality.

This is the number one factor these guys cannot get pussy, for the life of them. They feel that just because they filled out a profile, pussy will appear. They feel that just because they have a dick, pussy will appear. They feel that just because they have a few bucks in the bank, pussy owes them.

Fuck these guys. The world doesn’t owe you shit. In fact, the world says, “fuck your feelings.”

The sooner you accept that reality, the faster you will succeed at free hook ups. Nobody gets a free ride, so quit the entitlement mentality.

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After many years of fantasizing about it, my wife finally got fucked by a huge black cock. Here’s the story.

My wife’s best friend of 20 years moved from the west coast to a city within driving distance from where we live. Bonus, I thought. We now had a cheap place to stay, as we frequently traveled to that city to shop and party. My wife’s friend – we will call her Marnie – was, and is, still single, a little over weight but very cute other wise. My wife is 5’6″ 38″ 30″ 36, and very hot in bed. Both women are 31 years old.

After several visits to her friend’s place, my wife told me one night how lonely Marnie is and how her dildo just isn’t enough to please her anymore. Renee’ asked me what we could do about it, and I immediately thought about your webpage and suggested this to my wife. She was skeptical and thought that there was no way Marnie would go for it. Enough said, I thought, let her find her own solution then.

Unknown to me and my wife, Marnie was in fact aware of your page and was actively pursuing one of your male advertisers. To get to the meat of the story, upon a visit this summer to Marnie’s, my wife confessed to me in bed that Marnie had set up a meeting with this mystery man at a local bar, and asked her to go with her. I asked Renee’ what she was going to do, and she said she’d go and encourage her friend if the guy seemed alright. Renee’ asked me if I would mind not going with them, in order to make her friend more comfortable and so she (Renee) could concentrate on the situation. The account of the meeting, as told to me by my wife (who along with her friend, returned late the next afternoon from this meeting) goes like this:

At 9:30 the two women entered the bar, Marnie dressed in a white blouse with a nice blue skirt, Renee’ dressed in her favorite red skirt and black blouse. Both outfits were conservative yet sexy. The plan was to sit at the bar and wait for her date to arrive, to which her outfit had already been detailed. After about twenty minutes a group of black men came into the bar, and, after looking around, one of the men spotted the two women and gestured to the rest of the guys and made his way towards the two women. Upon reaching the bar they approached Marnie and introduced themselves. The man Marnie had come to know as Jamal was well over 6′ tall and very dark and in great shape. He introduced his friends: T.J., Lavar, and Devon, and asked if the ladies would join them at a table for some drinks and to get to know them better.

Renee’ felt nervous, having never met any black men before. For her friends sake she put her nervousness aside and said sure, lead the way. Several drinks later Jamal asked Marnie to dance, and Devon asked Renee’ as well, and for the next hour the two women proceeded to dance with all the men, having a good time and getting drunker by the minute. Marnie and Renee went to the ladies room and Marnie commented at how the guys were all great dancers and how hot they were. Renee’ asked her what she wanted to do now, as the bar was going to close soon. Marnie asked Renee’ if she would stay with her if she and Jamal decided to go somewhere else. Sensing her nervousness Renee assured her friend she would be there as long as she needed her.

As I had dropped them off they had no vehicle, so Jamal offered them a ride in T.J.’s car. Marnie crawled into the front with T.J. and Jamal, and Renee’ crawled into the back with Lavar and Devon. Marnie and Jamal were getting along well and started kissing in the front, while Renee’ felt a hand on her knee. Not really sure what to do, Renee’ moved to push the hand away but before she could Devon leaned over and kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Being drunk already Renee returned his kiss passionately – as she felt the hand on her knee move up her skirt. Unable to control herself she willingly spread her legs to give Lavar full access to her rapidly moistening pussy. His fingers pulled her panties aside and entered her pussy with two fingers while his thumb proceeded to massage her clit. Meanwhile in the front seat Jamal and Marnie were on a similar path as she had her hand on his pants massaging his hardening cock, and he had her shirt open and her bra undone, exposing her full breasts.

About this time, they reached their destination and proceed to make their way into the house. Renee’ had already lost her panties and was laid on the floor as Devon and Lavar proceeded to finish undressing her. Now naked, Lavar spread her legs and began to eat her pussy while Devon put his cock on her lips and told her to suck him hard. Never having seen a black cock, Renee’ was awed by the size of his as yet flaccid cock and eagerly opened her mouth and sucked his schlong as deep as she could. Marnie, meanwhile, was way ahead of Renee, as Jamal was already hard and she was wet. Marnie was on the couch beside Renee’ and was taking Jamal’s cock into her hot wet pussy as T.J. shoved his cock in her mouth. Renee’ could not control herself and started coming from Lavar’s tongue in her pussy and Devons cock in her mouth. Having never had two men at once she was in heaven.

Devon, now rock hard, told Renee’ to get ready for the fucking of her life. “I’m gonna take my 10″ cock and fuck you better than you ever been fucked in your life.” Renee’ could only smile and spread her legs further apart as Devon moved between them. Renee’ could hear Marnie screaming as she came on the couch from Jamal’s pounding. Sensing her own eagerness to outdo her friend she grabbed Devon’s cock and guided him to her pussy. Now, my wife was a virgin when we met – and had never felt another man’s cock in her pussy.

My cock, being only 6″, was no comparison to the 10″ big black cock of Devon. Renee’ gasped as the head of his dick entered her pussy. She lay there, moving her head from side to side, groaning and spreading her legs as wide as she could. Devon pushed until half his ten inches was in my wife’s cunt, stretching her lips as wide as he was wide – as well as deep, deep! Devon proceeded to pull his cock out and then pushed it deeper into Renee’s pussy. After pulling out 3 times he pushed into her until finally he felt his balls hit her ass. She had taken all 10 inches, balls deep. Never in her life had her pussy been so full of hard cock, and she begged him to fuck her hard, fuck me, fill me with your big hard cock. Devon told Renee’ to hang on, and he proceeded to fuck her relentlessly. After only a dozen strokes of his massive cock Renee’ started cumming like a fountain and had the first multiple orgasm of her life. Because she’d been so tight Devon told her he was going to cum. His pace picked up and he pounded his cock into her now soaked pussy, and with one final thrust buried his cock deep in her grasping pussy and sent load after load of his potent sperm deep into her cunt. Thus began the relentless orgy that saw all four guys fuck both women all night and fill each woman with his seed at least three times each. Renee’ and Marnie also lost their DP cherries as they learned what double penetration was all about. Around noon the next day my wife and her friend were dropped off with the promise to meet the next time we are in town. My wife slept all the way home, and with Thanksgiving around the corner, our next trip is already planned….

PS: Funny, both Marnie and Renee’ missed their next period…..only time will tell……will update the next get together after Thanksgiving…….

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One night just over a decade ago, my hubby’s friend Nick was over like he had been just about every weekend. This was to be like no night before it.

You see Jason, and myself, Shelly, had our own home and were just 20 at the time. I like to think of myself as one of the girls you wanted to marry. Strict church upbringing, I can cook and work. What I didn’t know was what a husband really wants a wife to be.

On this cool winter night I was going to be educated in a way that college never prepared me. We had been playing cards when Jason went to the bathroom. He came back and shocked me. He said I want to see you fuck Nick. Now I liked Nick, he was 6 ft tall dark hair brown eyes. After the shock, I looked at him and him at me. Then after the pause to see if Jason really wanted to see me fuck Nick. We said ok. I left the guys in the dining room. I went to the bedroom where I stripped and pulled the covers over my 38 c boobs.

Looking back it was fun to see the guys come in strip and compare cocks. Where my eyes saw Jason’s 7 rather thick inches and for the first time, Nicks 8+ thicker inches. The guys came in, Nick on my left and Jason on my right. They uncovered my shy boobs. Then the guys proceeded to suck the breast that each had in front of him. Being the lady, I sucked our guests cock and then Jason’s cock back and forth for some time. Nick asked Jason to do me first and I was put in the doggie position Where I received Jason’s? cock while I sucked Nicks. Jason was so excited that he didn’t last near the time he usually did. Then he sat in a chair and watched Nick take over. Nick was a gentleman, he asked if he may take me and I said yes. He shoved all of his cock into me and I was in heaven. I think after 30 min he was ready to cum but he chose to rest and Jason played with me for a few minutes. Then Nick took me doggie and he was jackhammering inside me.

Ladies you would appreciate this man he lasted till I stopped him and did not cum that night. I was a slut for my husband, in his bed more than 2 hrs. I was very sore and had to ask for mercy.

I have the full details of how I was made into a slut and it only gets better if you would like more just say so.

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My girlfriend Haylee and I have been currently dating for just over 1 year now. I’m 24, half Chinese half White, and she’s 22, full Chinese. I was always attracted to her because of just how cute and petite she was. She stands at just 5’0″ and has a tight, round little bubble butt. Now i’m not that big myself, but being around a girl as small as her makes me feel more dominate, more of a man. We live in the city together in a small apartment and work separate jobs (just out of college). One of our favorite things to do on the weekends is try new restaurants we’ve never been to or heard of. We’re really adventurous when it comes to food, and this weekend we decided to drive out about an hour and a half to the country outside the city. We have heard that there is some pretty decent BBQ at some places out there so we thought we’d check it out.

As we drove farther and farther out, we saw less and less buildings until it was purely the woods. Eventually a few small houses popped up, along with some small local businesses surrounded by trees and hills. Finally, we made it the “Bubbas BBQ” in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. As we got out of the car, I kind of started to feel nervous because everyone in the parking lot that I saw was white and looked like the stereotypical “redneck”. I was certain they were not used to seeing asians, much less one like my girlfriend with her Chinese accent. All of that fear went away once we ordered and got to try some of their amazing creamed corn appetizer. It really took my mind off things, but then my fear came back when I started to notice a group of men staring and laughing at our direction, sitting a few tables down. There were 3 of them, each one much, much taller and bigger than I. One of them sitting closest to us had a big beard, plaid long sleeve shirt and a vest over it. It was hard to tell how tall he was sitting down, but it was obvious he was over 6’2″ and skinny. The one sitting next to him look a little shorter and much younger but stocky and buff. Across the table was another man who looked to be around 6’4″ or taller. I mean he was huge. He also looked to be around 40 years old, greasy and fat. At first I didn’t think they were talking about us, but then I realized that they actually were once they got up and started walking to us. At this point I was really scared. They all had a big smile on their dumb faces.

“How y’all doing? Where you guys from?”, one of them asked.

“Oh just up the road in town”, I replied. “We thought we’d try some BBQ up here since we heard it was really great.”

I noticed that while I said that, none of them were looking at me. They all stared at Haylee with a look that I did not like. It was like they wanted to do something. A strange kind of smile. “We’ll ain’t you a beauty”, the shortest one said.

“Ha thank you!” , my Haylee replied.

If there was one flaw with her, it was that she was too trusting. She never understood shady situations and was extremely gullible about so many things. This was a moment where I feel like she felt perfectly fine even though something was off. We had small talk for the next few minutes, but they continued to pretty much ignore me and direct every question to Haylee. It was obvious they were intrigued by her “exoticness” and wanted more. After a while they tried to convince us to go visit their welding shop down the road to see some “classic american country art” as they said. They wanted to show her some “american beauty”.

“Welcome to America, girl”, the biggest one said as they walked off, smiling.

After we finished eating we decided to go explore a little around the town. This wasn’t what I wanted after seeing those guys, but Haylee really wanted to. I then got a text from my manager at work. I am a support programmer and am pretty much always on call. Whenever they need something fixed, it doesn’t matter where I am, I have to find Wifi somewhere and finish the work. This was a horrible time to call, but I realized I needed to do the work.

“Honey, I just got a work text, i’m so sorry but we have to find a starbucks or something in the area just for an hour or two so I can finish this work”, I said.

She instantly looked very disappointed, but said agreed. It took us awhile, but we finally found a coffeeshop with wifi in the area. As I started working, I would periodically look up at her, just to see her looking extremely bored and frustrated. I didn’t want to her drive around on her own, but eventually I just told her that she should so she wouldn’t be as bored. She immediately agreed, and took off on her own. As she pulled away I realized that she was probably going to go to that welding shop and I felt a lump in my chest. I knew she would go, and I forgot to tell her not to… I didn’t really know what to do, but eventually convinced myself that either she wouldn’t go, or if she did, nothing bad would happen. I mean what could really go wrong? I continued working for about 20 minutes but couldn’t get the thought out of my head. I wanted to know what she was up to, and she wouldn’t answer my calls or texts. I then made a decision to walk over to the shop. According to the guys, it actually wasn’t far at all from the shop. So I walked. And walked. For about 15 to 20 minutes. All the while thinking to myself, “why am I doing this? She’s fine, they’re fine. I should just go back”. But I didn’t. I walked until I saw the shop in the middle of the trees. Everything looked closed, but I saw a couple large pickup trucks. I walked around the back, and my stomach dropped when I saw our car parked there close to the farthest little shack in the back. As I walked closer and closer I heard a girl’s voice… It was Haylee. I decided to just stop and listen instead of barging in. It could be dangerous to do that so i’d just listen. There was a window on the opposite side that was slightly cracked open, so I could look in and hear at what was going on.

As I looked in, I saw her sitting on an old, dirty looking couch. The other 3 guys were around her, sitting and talking. One of them then put his arm on her and laughed. She laughed too but looked a little nervous. They kept talking. One was asking her if she ever had been with a white guy before and if she knew about how “big they were”. She actually laughed and turned a little red at the question before answering with “no haha I never thought about it”. I couldn’t believe it but I couldn’t stop watching. I wanted to know where it could end. Deep inside, I felt like I wanted to see something bad happen… One of them then put his hand on her leg. His hand looked massive compared to her leg and it honestly was kind of arousing. She then said “Oh!”, and looked surprised. He moved his hand and she told them, “I should probably go now”, in her little asian accent. But right after that the shorter one put his hand on her thigh and moved his fingers up closer and closer. Too close. At the same time, the middle one put his hands on her shoulders and told her to just relax and have fun. It was obvious she didn’t know what to do and knew she couldn’t just leave. Again she said she had to go but this time, it was almost a whisper as she knew they wouldn’t let her. One of the kissed her neck and her eyes widened a bit. The the fat one said, “Let me show you something you’ve never seen before”, stood up and unzipped his wranglers. He then proceeded to pull out the biggest dick I haver ever seen. It looked around 8 inches and was extremely veiny. I could not believe what I was seeing. Here I was, secretly peering into the window of this random shack while this huge man is standing with his 8 inch, rock hard white dick pointing right at my girlfriend’s face.

“Ohhh my god! “, Haylee said.

The other guys laughed and I saw one go grab them some beers from a little fridge right by them. It looked like at this moment, my girlfriend was in a trance. Or maybe she knew she couldn’t do anything. The shorter guy started feeling her legs and then slowly started taking off her pants as the Mr. vest still stood there, proudly waiting with his massive cock somehow erect and waiting. I was frozen. I should have called the cops, busted in the room, something! Anything! Instead… I was rock hard, my little 4.5″ dick trying to rip out of my pants as I watched. Haylee just looked completely in shock of what was going on and let them maneuver her however they wanted. One of them then said, “Damn I bet this asian bitch is tight as fuck. This is gunna feel so damn good. HOOOO WEE!”

“I bet mine wont even fit in her mouth, haha” , the youngerst one said.

Then I saw him pull his pants down. His dick was so fucking fat. It wasn’t as long as the first guy, maybe around 7″ but it was soooo thick. As he pulled it all out I saw his huge balls drop. They were massive. The last one followed his lead and unzipped. They both looked to be around 35 – 40 years old except the one with the 6″ dick.

They said to the young one, “happy 18th bday, Cletus. Enjoy this tight hole to celebrate”.

They talked about her like she wasn’t even a person. Like she was just some fuck toy they were about to use. The first one to approach her now that they were ready, was Cletus. They wanted him to “loosen her up”. At this point I heard her faintly whisper, “no, wait”, but they obviously didn’t listen and Cletus spit some tobacco off to the side, then spit again on his dick, rubbed it around and then grabbed her hips in missionary style while she sat on the couch and aggressively pulled her little body towards him. Her eyes went wide and she let out a loud moan as I watched his young, rock hard dick disappear into my girl. My love. The girl that I talked to months before getting the chance to have sex with. The girl I wanted forever and be only mine. I looked at his face and saw his eyes roll back and let out a howl as he shoved it in her. The others laughed , drank beer and stoked as they watched him fuck her. It was obvious he hadn’t had much sex before as they furiously pump her over and over without stopping. Or maybe he never had someone that felt as good as my Haylee… Even though he was the smallest of them, he was clearly bigger than me… Haylee looked shocked, scared, slightly in pain and teared up as her body shook violently.

One of the other guys laughed and told Cletus in his country accent, “Slow down brother, you’re gunna bust too fast haha”.

Cletus fucked my girl for another minute grunting all the while. “Oh shoot here it comes oh shoooooot”, he yelled. My girlfriend looked mortified and then begged him… “Please no cum in me! please!!”. Right after that, Cletus slowed down, pushed one last time all the way in my girl and yelled, “Uhhhhhhh”. I saw his balls tighten up and contract. He was cumming inside her… Deeper than anyone has ever been. He just unloaded his young, hot sperm in my Haylee. No one has ever cum inside her before without a condom. They all laughed as he came, and eventually pulled out with a loud “pop”. He thick white cock glistened with her juices and still was twitching randomly.

“Shit man that felt fucking good”, he said. “My turn” , said the biggest, oldest looking one.

I thought there’d be no way he would fit all the way in her as I watched him approach. He then grabbed her body and turned her around. He did it with such ease it made her body seem weightless. She whimpered at the forcefulness. He then pressed his hand on her back to force her ass up in the air. The way she curved like that in doggy position about to take a huge white cock make me want to cum immediately but I held on. His dick as now pointed at her fuck hole and he slowly pushed his way into her. While sliding in he grunted, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuck” and looked upwards at the ceiling with his eyes rolling back. It was clear he hadn’t felt a pussy quite like this one before. He was in heaven at the expense of my girlfriend and he didn’t give a shit. All he cared about was making his throbbing member feel good. My girl screamed and shook. She was in pain at his size but he just kept pushing in until it was completely submerged in her tight, young pussy. Once all the way in, he just kept it there and let it settle in its new home. My girl’s eyes were in shock and her mouth hung open as she stared at the couch in front of her.

“Come get a picture of this shit”, he said.

One of the others walked over with a camera and took a few pics of her pussy being stuffed to the max with this redneck’s dick. He finally pulled out afterwards and then shoved backed in. Her entire body smashed into the couch and she moaned loudly. Then started to pick up pace now, sliding in and pulling out. Each time he pulled out I noticed that her pussy looked more and more wet until she was dripping. Literally dripping with her own cum. I couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t possibly be orgasming could she? She was moaning more often now and much more loudly with her body being plowed into the couch. Each moan was cut off and muffle when her face smashed into the cushion. His big, greasy body smacked her with each thrust and make her look like a weightless sex doll. He fucked and fucked for what seemed like forever. For a minute I thought he seriously couldn’t stop, but finally he started to pick up the pace much more rapidly, and I could tell he was close to finishing. He then pushed in again and screamed, “OHHHH FUUUCK YEAHHH”, in the most uneducated, most country accent I could imagine. I saw his dick throb in her… The little part that was still visible was throbbing and twitching. He asshole clenched and pulsated with each spurt of cum he unloaded inside her. When he pulled out, there was two things I noticed that almost sent me over the edge. One was that she had been filled so much that cum was leaking out of the beautiful pink pussy and down the light, soft skin of her thigh. The other was that she was shaking and convulsing with an orgasm while moaning like nothing i’ve ever heard. He had just force fucker her, came inside her unprotected pussy and yet still managed to make her orgasm on accident. Her body couldn’t help it… As he was slowly moving away from her, the last 6’2”, skinny guy walked up. He grabbed Haylee and turned her around quickly. She looked up startled, dazed and in a trance. His big dick pointed right at her face.

“Suck”, he said.

Haylee absolutely hated blowjobs. I would always beg and and beg for her to suck mine, but only ever did once! And we had a huge argument for a week afterwards. I wasn’t surprised, however, that she immediately followed orders and eagerly tried to please him with her mouth. She couldn’t’ fit it in though and he became angry that he felt her teeth.

“Bitch, make it wet first!. Lick that shit”, he yelled.

The others laughed as she spit on it and began sliding her wet, little tongue for the very bottom of his big shaft to the tip. God it looked so hot to see her please this guy with her mouth. She looked desperate to make him feel good. She then started licking his balls which make his cock throb. After it was nice and wet, she tried once again to suck on it, this time with success. She started light but eventually got used to it and started to go deeper down in throat. Every now and then she would pull it all the way out of her mouth and would make a very loud pop noise as her lips suctioned to his dick head. As she got better at it, I noticed the guy’s legs shakin everytime she bobbed her head down his shaft. Then without being demanded, she put both hands on it and started to jerk it while continuing to suck. I looked up to see his reaction as she continued this motion, and he just started straight forward with his mouth hanging open, drooling a bit. He actually looked slightly retarded but in complete ecstasy. My girl started sucking deeper and jerking faster. It was obvious she wanted him to cum now and wanted to end it but he never did. She sucked and sucked and jerked and jerked for about 15 fucking minutes. She looked totally exhausted but he didn’t care. Meanwhile the other guys just watched and drank beer. Finally I heard the one getting sucked go “uhh” and grabbed her hand.

“Put this little finger up my ass. Now!”

My girlfriend looked confused, but didn’t dare disobey. She took her index finger, slipped it in this rednecks dirty, hairy ass hole and started to wiggle it.

“Suck! Keep sucking, bitch”, he screamed.

She quickly put her lips around his dick again and sucked.

“GUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH”

I then witnessed something amazing. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and exploded with cum. The first huge jet went spraying in all directions and blew up all over her face. She recoiled with instinct, but he grabbed her head and forced her to stay put. Her little finger kept on wiggling in his ass as he clenched and was milked by my girl. Spurt after spurt shot on her face. I counted around 10 spurts in total. When he finished, she was fucking covered… Almost unrecognizable. This guy must have been saving for weeks. Cum was dripping down her hair, cheeks, chin, down on her little tits… all over the couch. EVERYWHERE. I swear I could smell it from outside. My Haylee looked defeated. She was a mess, covered in cum, leaking cum and also totally wet from her own body. The youngest one, Cletus, then spontaneously ran up to her, hard once again, and unexpectedly shoved his dick back into her. His eyes went crossed again as he looked up and pounded her furiously for all of 30 seconds, before cumming again.

“Haha, had to get one last nut in her?”, the big one said.

“Hell yeah brother”, he replied. “It’s too good”.

“Oh I think we’ll be using her holes again soon”.

I just stood in shock at what I just saw. Instead of calling someone or confronting them I did nothing. I looked down and realized that I had came in my pants without any stimulation. This event made me more horny than anything ever could.

I proceeded to run back the coffee shop and pretend that nothing ever happened. I didn’t want Haylee to know I was there and I wanted to see how she reacted. Would she call the cops? Would she tell me everything that happened? I got back, opened my laptop up again and pretended that nothing happened. About 30 minutes later she drove back. When she walked in, she looked soooo tired, and sweaty.

“Omg, baby, what happened??”, I asked.

“Ohh….. uh nothing, nothing. It started to rain a bit and I fell just now. I am tired let’s go home”. She responded. That was it. Tired, rain and fell. Nothing about being fucked out of her mind. I noticed she was limping hard and could barely walk. She also reeked of cum but I remained silent about it.

When we got home I jacked off in the shower and blew the biggest load I ever have, just thinking about it all. Things were weird for a few days. She was very quiet and seemed in a daze. A couple days after that though, she told me she was going to use her car to visit and help out a friend of hers. Deep down I hoped that she was, for some reason, wanting that experience again. The way she orgasmed was amazing… The way she was fucked like an animal….

2 hours later I pulled up to that same old shack and watched in that same window. There she was… eager and willing to be these big, white, rednecks, Asian fuck doll.

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“He was so big and I had to go slow as I went…as I put my pussy over his cock. That head was so wide and…shit, I was going to say it was hurting me, but to tell the truth it felt so good that I did it three times.”

Note readers: I posted this story the other day with the title ‘Was it Actually a Rape’ as the almost completely intact news report from a Bahamas newspaper. If you read that item you can probably detect that the reporter wanted to reveal more than he/she was able to write.

Now that I am home instead of traveling and writing in motels I have had time to further enhance this true news item. This is my playful version of what might actually have transpired, including her interview with the investigating detective.

The first ten or so paragraphs/lines are from the actual news report from the Bahamas and the rest has been modified by EroticWriter to reflect what the news reporter had really wanted to convey. That line at the end about a black man being overheard was in the original news report and I suspect it was made up and stuck there by the reporter.

Man terrorizes family at gunpoint

An armed, unmasked black man, identified by a scar over one of his eyes, broke into a home of a white couple on Greenwood Road, off Village Road on October 29, terrorized the man of the house and raped his wife.

The husband had nodded off while drinking and watching a ball game downstairs. When he went upstairs that Sunday his wife was already in bed. Stripping down, he climbed into bed beside his wife and immediately fell into a deep sleep. She had awakened and was just falling asleep again when she heard a noise in the house. She awakened him and started putting on her pajamas. It was about 11:30PM.

Suddenly, he said a man with a flashlight was walking down their hall. The man had kicked in the front door downstairs, walked up the stairs, pushed in the door at the top of the stairs, and entered their room, blinding them with the flashlight as he shown it over the naked husband and the half-dressed wife.

“Okay,” said the intruder, “I want your f—ing money!”

The man’s wife, who had US$700 in cash for a trip to Miami, told the intruder she would get the money.

Meanwhile, her husband had been ordered not to look at the intruder. He was told to lie on the floor with his head turned away. The little potcake who sleeps in the couple’s bedroom, started to growl. The armed robber threatened to shoot the dog if it bothered him. The husband called the dog to him.

The husband, who was at a disadvantage because he was not wearing his glasses, was further blinded by the light shining in his face. Other than the light from the flashlight the room was in darkness.

The robber warned the husband to stay on the floor and not move. “If you move I’ll kill everybody,” he threatened. Just down the hall the couple’s four-year-old twins were asleep in their room.

“This is an old wooden house,” said the husband, who is small in stature. “I was afraid that if I moved he would hear the floor boards creak and kill everybody.”

The robber had ripped the cord from the telephone which was on the other side of the bed, out of the husband’s reach.

The robber ordered the man’s wife, who was wearing her pajama bottoms but was naked on top, to go with him downstairs. The intruder closed the bedroom door as he took the wife downstairs at gunpoint. There he stripped her naked on the bottom half and after making her turn around and pose for him, he made her kneel in front of him, pull down his zipper and perform oral sex.

Then he had her perform the removal of his clothes and when he was naked he began raping her for a long time on the carpeted floor.

Then, while holding her hand so that she had to follow him they both walked naked into the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator door and they shared some food and drink while seated at the kitchen table. Then he walked her back into the living room and followed up by raping her again on the floor and then, after a few minutes changing her to a different position.

All this time the husband was hearing the sounds his wife was making as she was being raped but was afraid to move because of the floorboards. “I could my wife right through the floor as well as the sounds coming up the stairwell. She was moaning it sounded like and it sounded like she was in pain, like he was hurting her, and I felt so helpless.”

But according to the wife, who incidentally is very pretty and was being questioned separately from her husband, she was not being hurt but was faking feeling pleasure and making noises in hopes that the rapist would leave her family unharmed.

Normally the local police would be using a female interviewer to ask questions of a female victim, but the female interviewer was on vacation. They had asked her if she minded answering questions being given by a male, and she had agreed to proceed.

In answer to the interviewer’s questioning as to what had happened downstairs, she had talked freely as if seeming to want to get it all out.

“He kept going for endless minutes and as he kept changing angles inside me he kept telling me to say how good it was feeling, his big…” She hesitated, not wanting to say it.

“His big what? His penis, is that the word he used?”

She had turned red in the face. “Actually, he called it his cock one time, and at another time he referred to it as ‘my black meat’.”

The interviewer, a white man, sighed. “Was it big?”

“When she looked strangely at him, the interviewer added; “It’s for identification purposes.”

“Oh. I see. Yes it was big…very, compared to what I am used to.”

“You mean compared to your husband.”

She sighed. “Yes, my husband.”

Just to be sure you know what ‘big’ is, your husband is the only man you have been with, or were there others?

She frowned. “Why do you want to know if there were others?”

“Because in court, sometimes the defense attorney tries to attack the victim’s reputation in order to lessen her testimony. If he can show that the rape victim has been easy with her body, a jury is sometimes reluctant to convict.”

She shook her head. “I think my reputation will stand up to inquiry. I’ve never been physical with anyone other than my husband…” she hesitated, “before tonight that is.” With that, her eyes seemed to look far away, as if she was thinking.

“So how do you know your rapist was big, that he had a large penis compared to other men?”

“Well, first of all, he was twice as large as my husband, and when he…well when he put it in, it was all I could take to handle him he was stretching me so far. I think that at that time I might have been making moaning noises as I tried to adapt to him. And then when he put it all the way in after a few seconds, it felt like he was going all the way to my throat.”

“You said you were moaning. Was it hurting, when he stretched you or went in deep?”

Are you sure this is for the purposes of court testimony?”

“Yes ma’am. It could come up so I am trying to cover all the bases.”

“Well, if you must know it more felt good than felt like it was hurting me. But if they ask me in court I suppose I could say that it was hurting. That way it would explain all the noise he might say I was making.”

“So, in court you feel qualified to state that your rapist had a large cock, is that right?”

“Are you sure this would come out in court?”

He nodded. “If we catch the man, you might be asked that question in court, so I am just trying to prepare you.”

“I see. Thank you.”

“This all happened during the first rape?”

“Yes. He covered a lot of territory with his dirty talk about his big cock and how he using it on me as well as covering a lot of territory as he slid me all over the floor as he was…shit, I’ll say it, as he was fucking me!”

“Go on. What else happened?”

It seemed to the interviewer that she did not want to continue talking about the first rape, as she changed the subject. “And then, after the second rape,” she said, “he used a digital camera to photograph me naked and while performing sex acts on him and also on myself.”

“Sex acts on him and then yourself? Explain.”

“While I was giving him a ‘blowjob’ he liked calling it, he was taking pictures from above and then he laid back on the bed and took some more while I did some more sucking.”

Was he forcing his penis into your mouth, or using his hands to force you down onto him? Did he jam it in too far and make you gag”

“No. Well maybe yes. At first he was jabbing it into me too deep but when he realized how much I could do he quit trying to force me. Then he..” she sighed, “and then he said I was doing it just fine and to keep doing it like that.”

“He let go with his hands?”

“Yes. I had decided to do what he wanted and do it willingly by then.”

“Going deep and up and down?”

“No. I had started using my tongue on him, going all around the head like I do with my husband and he seemed to like that better than trying to fuck my mouth.”

“I see. Did he cum in your mouth?”

“I was afraid he might, but whenever he started getting close he would stop me because he wanted to put his second load into my pussy again.” She blushed. “Well, that’s what he said.”

“What was the other act he had you do that he took pictures of?”

“I had to lie on my back and play with myself. You know, masturbate?”

“Did you cum then, while he was watching you masturbate and taking photos?”

She shook her head, but not to say ‘No,” but more in disgust. “Actually, I think at that time he was taking a video, a movie with his camera. He’ll probably tell his lawyer and it might come out in court and there might be a video of it, so I might as well admit it. “Yes, I came then.”

“Were you making noise?”

“Yes, I think so. And I had my eyes closed.”

“It sounds to me miss, like you were enjoying yourself.”

She looked frightened. “That’s why I didn’t want my husband to call the police, but he insisted. I knew there might be a video. If this comes up in court I promise to deny everything and say I was faking. After all, the man did keep our $700.”

When asked what position the rapist had used for the second act, the wife reluctantly admitted that she had been made to ‘get on top and ride him.’

“You were able to go all the way down on him with your body?”

The beautiful wife was beginning to suspect that the police interviewer was feeling sexual arousal and did not actually need to know all this, but his excitement was rubbing off on her. She decided to be more specific in her descriptions.

“He was so big and I had to go slow as I went…as I put my pussy over his cock. That head was so wide and…shit, I was going to say it was hurting me, but to tell the truth it felt so good that I did it three times.”

“You did it three times? What do you mean? That you came up off his cock and then put it in again? Is that what you are saying?”

“That’s it exactly. I had never felt that before, anything like that so, since I figured this was my only chance and I couldn’t be accused of ‘cheating’ since I was being raped, that I would take the time to enjoy myself.”

“Well, since you were enjoying yourself so much, make sure that you never tell anyone else about this, especially your husband.”

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t say a word, but the rapist, he knew.”

“So while you were riding him, once you took it all, his length, what did you do next?”

“All the while I was on top of him and pumping; he was fondling my body.”

“Fondling your body? Do you mean like squeezing your tits and playing with your nipples, things like that?”

“How did you know, that he was doing that?”

The interviewer shrugged. “It’s what I would have been doing. Then what did he do?”

“He kept pulling my head down and kissing me, or rather, forcing me to kiss him. I had to keep acting like I was enjoying it.”

“You weren’t enjoying kissing him after telling me that you were enjoying fucking him?”

“Kissing was different. While we were fucking it was just a physical thing. But kissing was like being involved, I mean mentally.”

“How long did that go on, the kissing and fucking” she was asked?

“I kept going, doing it until he…until he was finished. Then I started to get off and he ordered me to keep going until I finished.”

“You said until he was finished. You mean that he told you to quit, or that he came in you?”

“He came in me. I felt him throbbing, and it went on for a long time, and afterward….I was so wet inside.”

“I see. Then you say he told you to keep going? You mean that he still had an erection, after you said he was…finished, that he came so hard?”

“Yes. He said that it was me, my body that was keeping him up and excited. I don’t know why because I wasn’t doing anything to give him encouragement.”

“No encouragement? After the way you started taking his cock over and over while you were on top I think he had lots of encouragement. So then you…finished, as you put it?”

“Yes. I guess there’s no use; it’s silly to call it ‘finished.’ I had an orgasm. I couldn’t help it. Sometimes your body rules the mind.”

“Were you being noisy? Do you suppose the sounds were carrying through the house?”

She sighed. “Probably. I came pretty hard, maybe my…I’m not sure I should be admitting it, it might have been my best ever.”

“I can understand if you are feeling guilty about it. When he was on top of you the first time, did you orgasm then?”

“Yes, but I don’t want my husband to hear that I really had orgasms. If he was hearing, let him think that I was faking. He would never understand. I really didn’t want that to be happening, that I was cumming. I know it might be hard to understand.”

“Don’t worry. We won’t bring it out in court, that you were cumming. It would not help in our trying to get a conviction. But let me ask you. Did the rapist know for sure you were having orgasms?”

She nodded. “I am pretty sure he did, especially after I admitted it, the second time.”

“You admitted it to him, told him you were cumming?”

“Yes. And then I kissed him again, and that time I think I did it without his pulling my head rowards his.”

“He’ll probably say that in court in an attempt to say that a rape never occurred. So be ready to deny it when he says it. So what happened, what was said after you had your second orgasm, the one he told you to have?”

“Actually, to tell the truth, it was my third orgasm. I came twice with him on the floor, the first time he raped me.”

“I see. I gather, by what you’re telling me, that you have no difficulty achieving orgasms?”

“But I do, “ she answered, looking concerned. “Normally, with my husband, who…” she hesitated, “Is passive in bed and is kind of small, down there, I only cum if he takes his time and lasts for a while. But with this guy, tonight, I was cumming quite easily.” She hesitated, looked guilty, and then added: “And they were better orgasms too.”

“Was it all, your orgasms, because he was big, or…?”

“It was that, his size, but also because he was aggressive and foreful while fucking me and he was new and…I don’t know, forbidden you might say. It was all very exciting, quite frankly.”

“You weren’t worried about your family?”

“No. By then, and since he knew how I was responding to him, I knew he meant no harm to my family.”

“I understand. So, after you had your orgasm on top of him, your third one, what happened?”

“I laid on him, trying to catch my breath, and then he sort of pushed me off and used my pajama bottoms, which were lying on the floor, to wipe his…”

“To wipe his what, his penis?”

“Yes, his penis. And then he told me to spread my legs and he used them to wipe me and said he was doing this in case I didn’t want my husband to know that he had, that he had…”

“That he had raped you and filled your pussy with his cum?”

“Yes, but he used the ‘F’ word instead, saying that he had ‘fucked’’ me.”

The interviewer looked down at the pajama bottoms. “So he wiped your private areas with these pajamas?”

“Yes. There was quite a mess by then. His cum was everywhere and I am sure you can use the pajama bottoms for the entire DNA testing you need to do.”

The interviewer was holding the pajama bottoms delicately and moving the folds around. “Yes. I can see sticky stains all over these. So then what happened?”

“He felt up my body, my breasts one last time and then told me to lie here on the floor and count to myself for ten minutes while he got away. He said he would check back one time to make sure I was still on the floor.”

“So what did you do?”

I lay on the floor for what seemed to be more than ten minutes. Besides, I was too tired to move for a while. He kind of wore me out.”

“I see. So when all this…fucking was going on, were you on the floor the whole time?”

“Yes. When you go back into the living room you will see that the carpeting is quite thick and kind of soft. So it made sort of a good mattress.”

“Were you sliding around, on the floor?”

“Yes, quite a bit. I think I might have some rug burns.”

“Can I see them?”

She hesitated, and he added: “For proof. If you have any marks on your body I’ll have our photographer get photos for evidence.”

“I see.” And then, slowly, the wife removed her robe, and then her pajama tops by pulling them over her head. She handed the top to the investigator, and then looked down at herself as she realized that she was totally nude in front of the man.

“I forgot to mention, he sort of bit on my nipples a couple of times…” She looked down at herself as the detective also moved in for a closer look. “I guess those marks are gone. He didn’t bite real hard, fortunately.”

She turned her attention to the detective, who was still looking down and studying her breasts. “How about the rest of me? Am I marked up,” she asked with a slight smile as she saw how the investigator’s eyes were taking in the sight of her lovely figure?

He took his time in replying as he studied her breasts and stepping back and looking below, her pubic area. “Were you on your back the entire time?”

“Yes, most of it, except for when I was on top of him I was on my knees.” She looked down at herself as he squatted down to study her knees.

“They do look a little red, but the redness might not show up in the photos.” While down that low he took a long look at her vagina. “Spread your legs.”

She did, placing her feet about two feet apart.

“Farther.”

Now she had her feet about three feet apart and as she was standing before him with her vaginal lips now tugged open from her spreading of the legs, he moved his head closer for a better look. “Let me take out my flashlight.”

He pulled a small pocket light out of his pocket and shining it on her vaginal area he nodded his head excitedly. “Yes. I think we have some proof here that you were being fucked, or…raped. Your vaginal lips still look red and puffy, and…” He studied her further. “I believe we have some cum starting to drip out.”

“He wiped me, and then I wiped some more, but he put so much into me and so deep I suppose it will be coming out for a while.”

“Yes ma’am. Now turn around. He stayed squatted down and admired her ass as it slowly came into his line of sight. “Oh yes, I see red marks all over your back and your ass. But I think they might be fading.”

He stood up and began speaking rapidly. “Quick. While we are still alone here before I have the photographer come in, lie down on the floor like you were when he was fucking you and rub yourself around so that the marks show up better.”

She smiled. “You want me to sort of…re-enact the crime then?”

“Yes, exactly. So we can get some good photos. No one needs to know you got on the floor for me.”

“Like this?” She had laid herself on the floor on her back and was sort of squirming her upper body around in an attempt to renew the resness around her shoulder blades.

“Yes, like that. And when you were under him, were your legs up around him, or how were you doing it?”

“They were up, like this!” And she pulled her knees back, she spread her legs wide, exposing the inner portions of her vagina to him as he stared.

“That’s good. Now rub your bottom all around on the carpet. That’s it,” he said softly as he stared at her lovely body while she squirmed around on the floor.

“I’m not sure the marks are being renewed enough compared to when it was happening. His body was on me and he kept pushing with his cock.”

“Well, here, let me get on you and shove your body around a bit to make sure the marks on your ass and back show up real good in those photos.”

“That might be a good idea.” And she opened her arms and legs to welcome him as he got onto his knees and brought his lower body up against her vagina. “Yes, like that. Now lie down on me and push a little bit.”

As his trousers came into contact with her vagina she could feel a firmness, something hard pressing against her as he used his arms and hips to move her body around on the carpet.

“Think that’s enough,” he asked, looking down into her eyes?”

That firmness was still pressing against her vagina and she smiled. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

He sighed. “Yes, very much so.”

“But if you cum in me, that will show up when they take a lab sample of my vagina. We’d better not do that, much as I want to.”

“Maybe later?”

“Yes, you will have my phone number of course.”

He started to rise, and she grabbed onto him. “Wait!”

“Yes?”

Take it out and put it in for just a minute so I’ll know what to look forward to when we get together.”

Reaching down, the normally cool detective was so excited that he had to fumble around until he could get his zipper undone. “It’s out.”

“Let me aim it. Ooh, it feels nice in my hand.”

“Not as big as your rapist I presume.”

“No, but bigger than what I have at home. You’ll be my third man, and I think you will work out just fine. Now put it in…Aaaaa yes, like that.”

As he gave her one stroke, and then two, going deep, she pulled his head down and they kissed. Then she smiled and asked, “Do I feel tight enough, after him?”

“You feel pretty wet inside, but oh yeah baby. He might have been stretching you, but it feels to me like your pussy has popped back into shape just fine for me.”

She giggled, “And hopefully, far enough so that my husband doesn’t fall in the next time he makes love to me.”

The detective was stroking steadily now. “Yes, your husband can make love to you, and you and I can be fucking.”

She was gasping, “Yes, I want this, you and what you can give me, But we had better stop. You can’t cum in me, not now.”

“Just a few more pumps, some hard ones so I can make sure those rug burns show up real good!”

“Uuuh Uuuh Uuuuh!” She was grunting as he gave her three final powerful full-length pumps, going deep and hitting his pubic mound against hers. She clutched him tightly. “If you can hold it, give me three more!”

“Uuuh Uuuuh Uuuuh, I’m cumming!” And she did, powerfully and squirming her ass under him as she enjoyed an intense orgasm, a preview of what was to come for her in the future. She was cumming and he continued to pump, giving her one, two, three more strokes than she had requested.

“Thank you,” she breathed softly as she continued to hold onto the man that had just given her a wildly enjoyable orgasm. “Now what about you? You need to cum too, but not in me.”

“Do you suck and swallow?”

“Well, you know I suck, I told you I did that with the rapist. But I have never swallowed. But I want to. Hurry and…”

He had pulled out and rolled onto his back, and without another word, she went to the subject at hand. “Stroke with your hand at the same time. That will speed things up. Ooh baby, this won’t take long at all!” His hips went up off the floor as he shoved his cock higher into her mouth.

Her entire body shook and quivered as she took into her mouth a huge load, a load that, had the circumstances been different, she would have loved to accept into her vagina. For the first time, she swallowed a man’s cum, and found it to be rather pleasant, once it was down.

“You alright,” he asked, smiling up at her as she ran her tongue around her lips, cleaning up any possible residual?

“I guess I could get into doing that, with you.” She smiled.

“Those marks on your backside should show up real good now,” he said, grinning as he stood up and carefully put his still semi-stiff cock into his pants and zipped up.

“Put your robe back on.”

“So I can take it off again,” she grinned teasingly.

“Yes, now I’ll have our photographer come in and get some photos.”

“Is he a man too?”

“Yes. I hope you don’t mind. He’ll be strictly professional.”

She giggled. “That redness you said you could see on my pussy lips, that’s probably renewed as well. Will he be needing to take photos of those too?”

He nodded and looked thoughtful. “I hadn’t planned on it because it might be embarrassing for you to have those shown in court if it came down to it. But I’ll have him get some photos just in case.”

“With my legs spread?”

“Yes, and on your back while you’re doing it. He’ll be placing an evidence card with a number on it beside your body with each photo he takes, or having you hold the card while she gets shots of your backside.”

He winked at her. “But I’ll keep those photos of your red pussy in a separate evidence locker that only I have a key to in the meantime.”

Then she said something that shocked the detective. “You know, if he was to give me back the $700 he stole, I might even consider seeing him again, but somewhere else, not here in my home.”

“You’d fuck him again? What you’re saying is that if we, if I catch him, you would prefer that he not be prosecuted, is that what you are saying?”

She looked guilty, sorta. “I kind of dread appearing in court and having all that out in public. And then there would be his testimony and those photos. I’ll do it if I must, but if I could just have my money back, and no one knew, it might be fun to fuck both you and him at the same time.”

“Shit lady. It sounds like he might have turned you into a slut.”

She giggled. “I think you and him together might have done that.”

“So you like black cock, is that it?”

“I don’t know about black cock, all the others, but I liked his cock.”

The detective nodded. “I already have an idea who the culprit was. Your description put a certain guy in mind, and I’ll tell you what, if he can produce the money, I won’t arrest him. He and I have talked in the past and he has given me some good leads on crimes.

Instead of arresting him I’ll bring him around to a place I have and we can both do you. What say you?”

“In that case, if you can arrange it, this would be another one of those unsolved crimes.” She winked at the detective.

“But first,” he said, smiling at her, “I want to fuck you alone, just you and me one time, and then we can have our threesome.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Yes ma’am. That’s the way it will be.”

And that was how the interview had been conducted.

Back to our report.

About thirty minutes after his wife had been taken out of the bedroom the timid husband thought he heard a car pull out, but being unsure, remained on the floor. His wife eventually returned upstairs.

“This was such a safe neighborhood,” said the husband. “It was so nice and peaceful. For this to happen just blows me away.”

The couple’s two Labrador dogs were fenced off at the back of the house.

The intruder had driven down the cul-de-sac road and turned his car around to face west for a quick get-away. When the wife returned upstairs the telephone was replugged in and the police were called.

“My wife didn’t want me to call, but I insisted. The police were here in ten minutes,” said the husband, “I was impressed.”

While a police photographer was taking photos of her rug burns, an ambulance was called and the young wife was treated for her rug burns. “I guess he was banging her pretty hard and moving her all over that floor while he was on her,” a Para-medic commented. “The marks were still very fresh on her backside.”

A rape kit was used to collect semen samples for a DNA analysis in which to someday catch the rapist, and the wife was heard to say, ‘he left plenty of evidence behind.’

With that statement she had handed them a pair of pajama bottoms.

The rapist was described by the husband as having a scar over his right eye and being large and muscular, to which the wife had added, ‘Yes, and he was big everywhere.’

A few days later a couple of black men were in a line in a public place. One of them was overheard boasting to the others about how he loved raping white women because they seemed to like being raped.

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It’s not something we tell our friends or relatives but my wife Becky used to be a prostitute. Becky’s parents had hospital bills and so Becky did what she had to do to put herself through college. At first she tried waitressing but with her long blonde hair and curvy figure she quickly worked out that she could work less and earn more by being a working girl.

Becky is quite a stunning lady so she never had to work the streets and she was quickly picked up by a high class escort business with a group of loyal wealthy clients.

I didn’t know about any of this at first. Becky and I had some mutual friends and we had been dating for six months before I worked out what was going on.

We seldom went out in the evenings and she was always getting messages on her pager. Then one day a friend of mine told me he had seen Becky at an expensive restaurant with an older gentleman and the penny dropped.

When I confronted Becky about it she didn’t try to hide anything. If anything she was proud that she had managed to put herself through college and save enough for a down payment on a house. We decided to take a break but I quickly realized that I loved Becky and that I couldn’t hold her circumstances against her.

Becky was happy that I had come round and she confessed to me that while she wasn’t about to quit her job, she was finding it increasingly difficult to continue seeing me while hiding it from me. We continued seeing each other for a year and we never talked about Becky’s job although she kept working.

She did occasionally do a hooker fantasy for me, getting dressed up real slutty and then fucking my brains out which we both enjoyed. Becky was always a fucking hellcat in bed.

When we got engaged I didn’t ask but Becky volunteered to give up her job. I was working full time and making good money and Becky had a psychology major so she also had plenty of other options. She got some work in advertising and we started to live like a normal couple.

After we got married we found a big house with a yard and moved to the burbs. We were happy together just like any other couple and Becky’s savings allowed us to pay off our dream house a lot faster than we otherwise could have. After a few years I got a promotion or two and Becky went part time so she could enjoy life more.

I am also very thankful that Becky hasn’t let herself go since we were married. At age twenty nine she still has a stunning figure from running and swimming and if anything her confidence and sense of humor make her even sexier than when we were first married. She always gets admiring looks when we go shopping or hang out at Starbuck’s.

In fact we were hanging out at Starbuck’s one weekend when Becky’s old life came back to haunt us.

“Oh my god that’s Rob!” gasped Becky when she saw him.

I looked at the fellow who had just walked in. He was a tall guy, about fifty and he wore an expensive-looking suit which gave him a distinguished air. I had no idea who he was but Becky called out to him and he smiled broadly when he saw her.

“He used to be a client, OK?” whispered Becky as she gestured for Rob to come over.

The guy collected his coffee and came and sat down next to Becky while I sat there trying to absorb what Becky had just told me.

“Jasmin!” he said warmly. “It’s been a very long time.”

“It must be about five years,” said Becky. “You’re looking well.”

“You look more beautiful than ever,” said the guy. “And I see that you are now married.”

Becky giggled and introduced me as her husband. I shook the guy’s hand and said nothing.

Becky and Rob caught up for about half an hour and it was like I was not even in the room. They skirted around ‘old times’ but they joked and laughed about certain places and it was clear that they must have hooked up plenty of times back when Becky was a hooker. Rob also went out of his way to compliment Becky on her appearance several times.

As he stood up to leave he very pointedly handed Becky his card.

“Please call me if you ever want to party,” he said politely and with just a quick check to gauge my reaction.

My jaw tightened but Becky was quick to laugh and protest that “those days were over.”

Later that night when we were getting ready for bed, I asked Becky about Rob.

“Oh he’s harmless,” said Becky. “We only partied a few times.”

“What did you do with him?” I persisted.

“I’m not going to tell you the details, baby,” said Becky. “That would be breaking my client’s confidence.”

Becky seemed to realize that I was suffering the angst of jealousy a little and she quickly reassured me that she loved me and she would never go back to her old life.

“And besides,” she continued. “You knew about me when we were dating. And I chose you because you were the only guy who didn’t hold it against me.”

Meeting one of Becky’s old clients had reawakened some of the old feelings I used to have about my wife.

When Becky admitted that she had enjoyed having sex with other men, even while we had been dating, my cock went from semi-erect to fully erect. Becky looked at me searchingly. She didn’t seem at all surprised by my reaction and she pecked me on the cheek tenderly before we went to sleep.

She brought up the subject again the next morning over breakfast.

“We don’t need the extra money you know,” she said.

“What!?” I asked.

“Well it’s obvious you want me to go to work again,” said Becky, “But we don’t need the money now.”

I suddenly realized that my body hadn’t lied the night before , and even talking about it this morning was getting me hard again. Somehow we had crossed an important line in our relationship and nothing would be the same again.

“Don’t worry,” said Becky before I could say anything. “Just because we don’t need it doesn’t mean I won’t charge for it! I can probably even lift my fees for inflation!”

We talked about it some more and Becky agreed that she would call Rob and then we could talk about it some more. Becky told me that Rob was completely respectable and I didn’t have to worry about her safety or diseases or anything. I liked that Becky would go out and have an enjoyable time, and I liked that we might get a little extra money.

I guess deep down I also liked the thought of my gorgeous sexy wife having slutty hooker sex with another man. I was so horny thinking about it and knowing that it would actually happen that I didn’t seem to worry about any of the moral issues. Anyway, Becky assured me that there was absolutely nothing wrong with safe sex between consenting adults. In fact you could say that this was the foundation of our marriage.

Becky rang Rob that day and although he was surprised to hear from her he readily agreed to pay for a night of her services. They set it up for the next Saturday night and I spent the next few days with an almost constant hard on thinking about it.

Saturday came around and Becky disappeared into the bathroom for an hour that afternoon while I waited in the bedroom. She looked completely relaxed when she came out in her robe and when she flashed me a look under the robe I noticed that she had shaved not only her legs but also the tuft of golden hair on her pussy.

“Rob likes me shaved,” she explained.

Then I sat in the bedroom nursing an aching erection as I watched Becky get dressed. She put on some sexy black and red lingerie and then a black silk blouse and modest skirt. Becky went to much greater effort than she ever did when we went out, but I guess it was not every night she got paid a large sum of money from a discerning customer.

Becky looked fantastic and I was the horniest I had ever been. When she put her hair up and started applying her makeup I nearly passed out. Becky put on lots of dark eyeshadow and her lips were a bright red slash. My sexy suburban wife was transformed into a sex goddess straight out of the pages of a high fashion magazine.

Becky completed her outfit with some black stilletto heels just as the doorbell rang. It was Rob’s driver and Becky blew me a quick kiss as she tottered out the door and into Rob’s limo.

Once ‘Jasmin’ had left for the night I was torn between getting worked up and trying to sleep so I could welcome Becky home in the morning. I would alternate between getting a raging boner thinking about how sexy she looked and feeling sick with jealousy that my lovely wife had gone to spend the night with another man. Waves of arousal washed over me and I was so horny it made me dizzy.

I tried to picture Rob being intimate with my wife. I imagined him putting his hand on her leg and then making out with her in the limo. I imagined her going down on him and then they would make passionate love in his expensive hotel room. He would fuck my wife again and again and she would cry out his name as her orgasms shook through her body.

The temptation to touch myself was almost too great and I knew that I would have cum immediately if I did. Somehow I resisted the urge and after several restless hours I finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke up only a few hours later and bolted out of bed. It was 4am and not even light but I couldn’t get back to sleep so I sat down on the couch and waited anxiously for my wife’s return.

By 7am there was still no sign of Becky so I rang her cellphone but there was no answer after several tries. I was going out of my mind but I told myself that it was still early and they would still be sleeping after an exhausting night of lovemaking.

I was dozing and I was startled by the sound of Becky’s key turning in the door.

“Hi baby,” she called. “I’m home…”

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Your wife took an admin assistant job after many years out of the work force when you got laid off from your job and you appreciated the income while you were looking for a new position. Now you and your wife are attending her office Christmas party and the everyone is just starting to loosen up as the alcohol starts to kick in. You wife’s boss stops by to say hello.

“Hello Janice, you look nice tonight,” says Bob, your wife’s boss, gazing at your wife’s bosom a little more intently than is proper.

“Ahem, hello Bob,” you say, holding out your hand.

“Oh, Jason, Merry Christmas,” he says as though startled to see you. But he recovers quickly and shakes your hand warmly. “Jason, look, I am terribly sorry, but I need to steal your wife away for just a moment,” he says putting his arm around Janice’s shoulder and leading her away.

“Oh, is there some work to do?” she asks in dismay looking back over her shoulder at yo apologetically as they walk away.

“Yes, it won’t take long, but I’m afraid it really can’t wait,” he tells her with a smile.

You are standing alone for a moment, a bit out of sorts since you don’t really know any of her co-workers yet. Then another woman named Susan who is an admin like your wife, comes over to keep you company.

“I saw that naughty Bob Smith take your wife away, Jason,” she says shaking her head sympathetically. “He’s just a terrible slave driver sometimes.”

“Yeah, it’s 9 pm on a Friday night,” you say, consulting your watch. “I can’t imagine what business is so urgent that he needs to interrupt the party like this.”

“Well I don’t know if I should tell you this, but last year he did the same thing to me…” Susan’s face was flushed with alcohol and she pauses indecisively.

‘And?” you say, gesturing for her to continue, but feeling slightly uneasy.

“Nothing, Jason,” she says looking down guiltily.

“If there is something I should know, I hope you would tell me,” you tell her, worried that Bob might be trying some hanky panky with your wife.

“Jason, can I ask you a personal question?” asks Susan, slurring her words slightly. She puts her hand on your shoulder, and you can’t help but glance down the front of her low cut blouse at her large round boobs.

“I guess so…” you says nervously.

“Oh, do you like my boobs?” she asks noticing your eyes on her bosom.

“Um, yes, I do actually,” you admit bashfully. “Is that what you wanted to ask me?”

“What? Oh no, I had another question. But thank you for the compliment,” she says distractedly. “Oh yes, I was going to ask if you and Janice had an… open relationship.”

“Open?” you ask in confusion.

“Yes, open,” she says as though talking to a slow child. “As in having sex with other people.” She glances around to make sure no one was looking opens her blouse to flash a nipple at you briefly.

You gulp in surprise and your cock stiffens at the site of Susan’s hard pink nipple. She’s about your age, in her mid 40’s and has kept her good looks and shapely figure. “Susan, you are a very attractive woman, but no, Janice and I do not have an open relationship. We are old fashioned,” you laugh.

“Oh silly, I wasn’t propositioning you,” laughs Susan slapping your shoulder playfully. “Jeez, give a guy a peek at your nips and he thinks you want to screw these days…”

“Oh, uh, sorry,” you stammer, blushing with shame.

“Oh it’s fine dear, I would fuck you if you were a little drunker. No I was talking about Bob,” then she stops and bites her lip pensively.

“What does Bob have to do with our marriage being open?” you ask, not liking the gist of this conversation.

Susan reaches over surreptitiously and grips the lump in your trousers. “Oh you did like that nip, didn’t you?” she purrs.

You almost cry out in surprise but you regain your composure and turn your back to the crowded room so that no one notices Susan squeezing your cock through your pants. “Susan, you shouldn’t do that,” you say half-heartedly. But you can’t deny that it feels pretty exciting to have this large breasted blonde work your johnson at a crowded Christmas party.

“You got a nice big one,” says Susan approvingly. But then she releases your dick and squares her shoulders purposefully. “But look, I didn’t come over her to flirt with you. I wanted to tell you about Bob.”

“Ok,” you say, trying to re-arrange your hardon so that you aren’t pitching a tent for the world to see.

“Well I was his admin last year, and Bob has a habit of taking certain… liberties with his admins,” she said.

“Go on,” you say. Your mouth is dry and you take a sip of beer to quench your thirst.

“Well he was always demanding little sexual favors… oh hold on…” she says as a man approaches. “Darling, have you met Janice’s husband, Jason? Jason, this is my husband, Ralph.”

“How do you do Ralph?” you say shaking his hand. He’s a bit older and starting to grey.
“Please don’t fuck around with my wife in front of everyone like that,” he says unhappily. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Jesus, Ralph!” you yelp in surprise. “I wasn’t trying to do anything to your wife.”

“Hush up, Ralph,” laughs Susan nonchalantly. “Don’t be a boor. I told you that this is Janice’s husband. You know, Janice is Bob’s new admin.”

“Oh,” says Ralph with surprise. Then he looks chagrined, “Sorry pal, I get it now. Susie was just trying to soften the blow a bit…”

“Well I didn’t make him soft, that’s for sure,” she said racily.

You stare, dumbfounded by these people, and just wait for an explanation.

“I’ll let you tell him then,” says Ralph shaking his head and patting you on the shoulder compassionately before walking away.

“So it’s pretty obvious what you are trying to tell me here,” you say.

“Yeah, so if you don’t have an open relationship, then I suggest you go try to locate your wife and find out what Bob is using her for,” says Susan frankly. “Oh, and in case you didn’t get it, Ralph and I do have an open policy. So if you need a consolation fuck, just call me.” Susan winks at you lewdly and saunters off. As confused and jealous as you are feeling right now, you can’t help but notice how she shakes her nice round bottom as she sashays away.

You shake your head try to focus on the task at hand. The most logical place for Bob to take your wife would be back to his office. So you walk over there. You put your hand on the door handle and then pause for a moment. You ask yourself if you really want to know what’s going on in there. Money would be pretty tight if you forced your wife to quit this job. Maybe you don’t want to know. But you can’t walk away. You need to know if your wife is cheating on you. So you open the door walk into the office without knocking.

As you feared, your wife is on her knees before Bob with her boobs out and his cock in her mouth. She is sucking it hard and looking up at him submissively, carefully checking his reaction to make sure she is doing it right. When she sees you her eyes widen in shock, but she keeps on sucking him. Bob gives a start when you walk in as well.

“Jesus Jason, don’t you knock?” he says irritably. Then he regains he composure. “Sorry old man, just give me another minute, will you? I’m almost… ah there it goes.”

You look on with disgust as Bob shoots a load into your wife’s mouth. She swallows most of it, but some cum dribbles out of her mouth.
“That’s nice,” you say sarcastically.

“Normally I like to pull out and blow my wad all over her face, but with you here, I thought that would be rude.” He pauses to withdraw his spent member from between your wife’s plump lips. “Would you mind closing the door?” he asks politely. “This would be bothersome to explain to the HR director.”

You shut the door behind you angrily and turn back to face them with your arms crossed.

“Honey, I can explain,” says you wife, remaining on her knees in front of Bob. Her top is still down and she is fishing around in her handbag for a tissue.

“Here you go, dear,” says Bob tenderly as he hands your wife the box of tissues from his desk. Then he perches jauntily on the edge of his desk and turns to face you. “So let’s talk this over, shall we?” he says reasonably. Your wife is wiping cum from her mouth delicately and avoiding your eyes.

“I guess you are going to apologize then?” you ask stiffly.

Bob tilts his head back and laughs. “Apologize? Of course not, why would I be sorry? Your wife gives wonderful head.”

“Jesus, you are just going to be a prick about this then, are you?” you snap angrily.

“Honey, this is really nothing,” says your wife, hitching the straps of her dress back up and tucking her boobs inside as she rearranges herself. “All the admins do these little… favors for the executives here. This business can be so stressful. A little womanly care… helps them relieve the tension. I don’t mind offering Bob a bit of… comfort… now and then. It’s no big deal.”

“Comfort?” you ask in dismay. “Comfort is a cup of tea and sympathetic ear, not going down on your knees to suck his cock!”

“Please don’t be like that, dear. You like to have your chubby rubbed now and then, don’t you?” says you wife, struggling to make like of the situation. She climbs to her feet but stands next to Bob, rubbing his shoulder.

“Why the hell are you rubbing his shoulder?” you sputter. “And why is it suddenly ok for a married womans to be sucking her boss off as long as it comforts him?”

“I don’t always make her suck my dick,” says Bob holding his palms open. “Sometimes, I just have her give me a nice soothing ball massage.” Susan grimaces at him as one might a naughty child, but continues to rub Bob’s shoulder.

“Please don’t rile him up more, Bob,” she begs meekly.

“I didn’t ask him to come barging in here,” he says in annoyance. “I just wanted to enjoy a nice Christmas Party hummer with my lovely secretary.” Then he turns to you, “Honestly, Jason, it was quite gauche of you to interrupt us like that. You must have known what we were doing in here.”

“I suspected, but I needed to see it with my own eyes,” you say sadly.

“Well, you’ve seen it now. I hope you are happy. Janice, please take your husband away and go work out your marital issues somewhere else. Oh, and send Susan in here with a bottle of whiskey, will you?” Bob hops off his perch on the edge of his desk and goes around behind it to plop down in his executive chair.

You stare at him in shock as your wife bustles over to you and guides you out the door.

“Merry Christmas, happy new year and all that,” calls Bob with a wave, not bothering to look over as you and your wife depart.

“Honey, look, I know we can work something out,” says Janice, looking at you beseechingly. “We really need the money from this job.”

“First of all, we don’t need the money that damn bad. We have savings to run on for a while,” you say with annoyance. “You enjoy comforting that jerk’s prick. Secondly, Jesus, Susan, you’ve stil got his cum on your chin.” Your wife blanches and dabs at her chin self-consciously. “Thirdly, I am going to go fuck Susan doggystyle in the copy room so you can send some other slut to bring asshole his whiskey.” Then you turn and stride away.

“Honey, please don’t,” says Janice trailing after you. “Just because I polish up my boss’ johnson and a bit now and then doesn’t give you right to have intercourse with a harlot like Susan!”

You pause and look her in the eye angrily. “Oh, I’m so sorry! Would it be more commensurate if I just asked her restrict herself to pleasuring me orally?”

“Well, I guess…” says your wife with a grimace, waving her hands indecisively.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” you snap. Then you turn on your heels and stride away, looking for Susan. You wife follows a short distance behind making vague, discontented sounds. You find Susan talking quietly with her husband by the windows. You pause for a moment and take in the view of the city lights sprawling out in every direction.

“It’s a hell of view, isn’t it,” says Ralph putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you say looking over at him frankly. “Hey would you mind if I had sex with your wife? I need to even the score with mine.”

Ralph shuts his eyes and nods wisely. “I understand completely my friend, have at her, by all means.”

“I like standing by, having the men make this transaction, as though I were just a tool to be loaned and borrowed with no will of my own, it’s kinky,” chuckles Susan looking at Janice with a twinkle in her eye.

“Don’t be like that, dear,” complains Ralph with a hurt expression. “I saw you going after Jason’s wang earlier. I know you’re willing.”

“Wait, what did you do to my husband?” puffs Janice jealously.

“Oh can it, Janice,” snorts Susan in response. “You’ve got Bob’s dick on your breath.” She takes you by the hand and leads you toward a darkened bank of offices away from the main festivities. “Come along Jason, let’s you and I get to know one another a little better.”

You let Susan lead you into an empty window office with the lights out and another spectacular view of the city. You are surprised to see Ralph and Janice join you and close the door behind them.

“You two are just going to watch then?” you ask nervously as Susan casually unzips her dress and drops it to the floor. You gaze at her gorgeous hourglass figure outlined in the moonlight as she unsnaps and discards her bra as nonchalantly as tossing aside a candy wrapper.

“I like watching,” says Ralph unzipping his fly with relish and pulling his thing out. Janice looks at his small, crooked cock with disgust and edges away.

“It’s not fair to go all the way,” says your wife half-heartedly as Susan approaches you with a sly smile on her face, jutting her chest out toward you. You take her plump breasts into your hands as she embraces you, eagerly seeking out your mouth. Within seconds, you and Susan are making out madly. She wastes no time unzipping your trousers and just pulling them right down.

“That’s a good solid cock,” Susan tells your wife as she grips your stiff, bare rod and starts jerking it.

“Oh dear, yes it is,” mumbles Janice worriedly as she watches Susan yank your prick while you enthusiastically squeeze her tits.

“So anyway,” gasps Susan pulling her mouth away from yours. “What are your interests? Do you enjoy boating?”

You chuckle in response, pinching her nipples.

“No boating? How do you feel about blowjobs then?” Susan drops to her knees before you and puts her face close to your cock, examining it closely, “Can you see well enough, Ralph?” she asks distractedly.

“Oh yeah, honey, looks good. Real slutty,” he groan as he jerks his pickle.

“How about you, Janice? You like the way I’m working your husband’s knob?” asks Susan archly.

“Don’t be catty, Susan,” snaps your wife defensively.

“She’s just comforting me, dear,” you tell your wife. “You know how I like my chubby rubbed.” Then you gasp with pleasure as Susan engulfs the head of your prick in her mouth and sucks on it fitfully. You wife is making little grumbling sounds of displeasure while Susan slurps noisily on your wang, but Ralph is just humming pleasantly to himself as he watches and masturbates.

“Ok, you’ve got to fuck me with the thing, honey,” gasps Susan breathily. “Can I interest you in some doggystyle. She stands up and pulls her panties down and you glance with interest at her dark bush before she turns and presents her round ass to, arching her back slightly to expose her swollen labia.

“Please Susan, that’s going too far. Can’t you just suck him off?” pleads Janice.

“I like that dick, but it won’t make me cum if I keep it in my mouth,” says Susan brashly. She reaches back and parts her labia for you. “Stick it on in there, big boy,” she encourages y ou urgently.
You prod the head of your straining member into the crease of her snatch and lubricate it up with her juices before angling your pelvis and plunging it into Ralph’s wife. She cries out in pleasure and starts rapidly rubbing her clitoris as you fuck her. Soon you build up momentum and are pistoning yourself in and out of her. You feel her vagina tighten around the shaft of your cock and she shudders with an intense orgasm, but she only whimpers softly and you suspect she doesn’t want to cry out too loudly and make her husband jealous. Once she came, you feel that your gentlemanly duty of restraint is fullfilled so you let yourself relax and you immediately start shooting load after load of cum inside Ralph’s wife.

“He’s cumming inside me, Ralph,” gasps Susan lustily. “You like that, right.”

“That’s the best way to do it,” agrees Ralph. Then he says, “Hey, Jason, watch, you’ll like this.” With that he turns and starts madly fapping in your wife’s direction. She holds her hands up in horror as he spurts cum all over the front of her dress. You and Susan can’t help but break out laughing at Janice’s disgust and annoyance.

“Oh Ralph, how could you be such a filthy beast?” demands Janice angrily. “Now I have to go back out to the party covered in semen!”

Suddenly the door opens and Bob strides into the room and flips the light switch on. You are all blinded by the ugly flourescent for a moment.

“Oh shit!” swears Bob, seeing you with your limp cock still inside Susan. “Dammit Jason, you knew I wanted to do Susan next. I told your wife to send her in to me.”

“Seriously Bob, go fuck yourself,” you say indignantly. “I can’t believe you blow a load into my wife’s mouth and then have the gall to complain if I try to have some fun with Susan.”

“Yeah Bob, do go and fuck yourself,” laughs Susan. “I work for Henderson now, and he isn’t half the pervert that you are. He cums his pants when I show him my bush. I’ve got him wrapped around my finger and I could make things tough for you if I wanted, so you better play nice.”

“If you think Henderson still matters around here, then you haven’t had your ear to the ground, woman. Go clean yourself up and report to my office. You face looks like it needs a good slap from my cock.” Then Bob saunters out chuckling to himself.

“Actually he did make me wet the way he said that,” says Susan to Janice. “I forgot what a forceful prick he could be.”

“Oh yes, his prick is very forceful,” agrees your wife getting flustered at the thought of it.

“Jesus Janice, really?” you say, annoyed. “Why do I feel like he just stole my thunder, Ralph?”

“Bob is a damn bastard,” agrees Ralphy amicably as he cleans of his dick with a handkerchief.

“Sorry, boys,” says Susan, pulling away to disengage from your spent pipe. “But I’ve got an appointment that I don’t want to miss.” She giggles as she slips back into her dress, leaving her bra and panties on the floor. She gives you a quick kiss and says, “You’re a good fuck, let’s do it again sometime.” Then she runs off to get her face slapped by Bob’s cock.

Your wife looks at you with anger, frustration, and guilt. But you can’t tell if she is more mad at you for fucking Susan or jealous of Susan’s appointment with Bob. Ralph is philosophical and just says, “Well I’ll leave you two to work things out. I’m going to head out to go find a drink and try not to think about Susan’s meeting with Bob.”

“It annoys me how you fucked that slut, Susan,” says your wife stiffly. “But I understand why you did it. Can we go home now?”

You look at you wife tenderly and sigh as you put on your trousers. “Yes, my little bread winner. Let’s go home.” You put your arm around her and she puts her head on your shoulder sadly as you head out to the elevators.

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‘Frank had my wife’s dress up around her waist, and he was running his hands up and down her silky smooth back and legs. What could be going on in my lovely foreign wife’s mind at this outrage? Her legs were completely exposed, and her white panties were showing.’

I was pretty sure that my stepfather, Frank, was screwing me.

My mother had got us into a start-up venture together some years ago, before her death; a local Internet service provider for our town.

Frank put up most of the starting capital, and did the billing and bookkeeping while I housed the machinery at my home and did the technical work.

All of the income was reinvested in the business, and I had a “real” job to pay my bills. We had to borrow heavily at one stage to keep up with the demand for more capacity; but by the time of the story that I will now tell, there should have been profits. Lots of profits.

I did the engineering. I knew how many subscribers we had, and I knew what was being spent on equipment, more or less. But Frank wasn’t giving me access to the books. As it had started as a family venture, and no one had really expected it to go anywhere serious, I didn’t have a proper contract. Frank is a lawyer and accountant, and I was starting to feel,.. well,.. screwed.

I wouldn’t have felt so strongly about it, if it weren’t for Naomi.

Naomi… just thinking of her fills me with happiness, even after five years of marriage.

We met in Greece; we were both on our vacations. It was Naomi’s first time away from Japan, and mine from The States.

She was… she still is, very beautiful. Thick black hair to her hips, five foot three, slim. I don’t know how I managed to win her, but she was the best thing to ever happen to me. The sex was electrical, amazing. She loved my “Big American cock”, and it loved her right back!

How can I possibly describe the incredible sensation of this petite exotic beauty staring into my eyes with lust and then even love, as she cried with the power of the orgasm I provided her?

And there was more than that; I loved her spirit, her bright smile, her sharp wit.

I didn’t have a lot of experience, but I knew that Naomi was the only woman for me, in bed and out. I had to have her; I asked her to marry me within two weeks of meeting her. I had no choice, I might never see her again otherwise.

Naomi was like a bright light, illuminating my previously dark life. Before I knew the euphoria of loving her, I hadn’t even been aware of my depression.

She came from a rich patriarchal family, and her father kept good his promise to cut her off were she to marry me, a foreign wage earner. I wanted to be well off, more for her than for myself.

But Naomi wasn’t concerned with her father’s rejection; “He has never approved of me. He probably never will.” She told me.

Naomi is a very un-Japanese Japanese person. I suppose it’s part of her rejection of her father, to reject everything else about her country as well. While I would have liked to get a little bit into the Japanese spirit of things, Naomi wanted to be All-American.

She never liked Frank much, but when I told her of my suspicions, her lovely face contorted with hate.

“We should kill the motherfucker.” was her comment when it was clear that there was no legal way to get what was ours. I don’t like Frank much either, but I was still surprised at her vehemence.

“I don’t think that would be useful, my love. What we need is the records, and the bank statements.”

“Can’t you just hack into his computer and get them out?”

“He’s not that stupid; he knows my abilities. He keeps a separate machine for those things, with no outside line connected.”

“There must be a way.”

“I have to get to his machine. If I can connect to it, I can download everything.”

Her narrow eyes narrowed. “How long would you need?”

“Well, I pretty much know where everything is in his place. I guess a half hour would be plenty of time.”

“We could break in.”

“There’s a pretty good security system up there, with an automatic dialling system. I’d prefer not to muck with it.”

“We could get in on some excuse… a pretext… then you could get at his computer.”

“He’d never let me in there alone for long knowingly. If he knew I was even in the house, he’d keep track of what I was up to.”

“Then we have to get you in without him knowing.”

We kicked some ideas around for an hour or two, and here’s what we came up with; Naomi would make an appointment to see Frank, to overtly ask him to release some company funds to us for our domestic needs. She would distract him, let me in, and I would copy Frank’s hard drive and look through his papers while she kept him talking. It wasn’t much of a plan, I admit, but it was flexible enough that it might work.

“How will I keep him talking for a half hour? He could send me home within minutes.”

“Don’t get to the point to fast… flirt a little. Then he’ll be in no hurry to get rid of you.”

“Flirt? I hate him! I can’t I flirt with him.”

One of the things I’ve always loved about Naomi is how she sees through people. Nearly everyone thinks that Frank is a wonderful, charming type of guy. I grew up around him, so of course I know him better.

“He’s an American! He’ll be no match for you and your inscrutable oriental ways.” I said.

Naomi laughed, and said; “I’ve been here too long already, I don’t know if I remember how to be inscrutable!”

“Just work on it for a few days, and try to imagine that you think Frank is an O.K. guy…think of this as a role you should act. Try to think of him as attractive… then just keep smiling, laugh at his jokes. Get yourself dressed up for it, he won’t be able to resist spending a little extra time with you.”

“But I don’t want to spend time with him, Dave. He makes my skin crawl.” My love complained.

“I’m not too wild about this, either, but it’s the only way, Naomi. Otherwise, we may never know how much Frank is taking us for.”

Naomi looked amazing, as usual, as she rang Frank’s bell. She wore a simple white cotton summer dress that showed her figure off nicely. High heels gave her that bit of extra height, and her dazzling jet-black hair was down, gleaming in the fading evening sunlight. She wore just enough makeup to accentuate the striking lines of her face.

“Hi, Naomi” I heard Frank say as he opened the door. “I have to say, you’re looking absolutely stunning. Come on in, would you like some coffee?” the door closed behind them.

I crept around to the balcony and waited nervously. After about five long minutes, Naomi opened the doors and stepped outside. Frank followed, holding a tray with the coffee.

“Lets sit inside,” said Naomi, “it’s a little chilly out here.” She followed Frank back in, leaving the doors open for me.

I knew my way well; Frank had set up his office in my old bedroom. The sticky part would be getting to the office door through the living room, where Frank and Naomi would be seated. I’d been up to the old house from time to time, and had worked out how it would have to be done.

I went from the balcony into the little anteroom that opened into the living room. Naomi had sat on the end of the couch so as to block Frank’s view of the connecting door.

“Frank, do you have some milk?” Naomi asked him sweetly, right on time.

“Sure, I’ll get it.”

I slipped into the room, past Naomi, and through the open office door, my heart pounding like firecrackers while he was in the kitchen.

“So, Naomi, What did you want to talk to me about?” I heard Frank asking, as he returned with the milk.

“It’s Dave, Frank. He’s so stressed all the time. The Internet business is taking so much of his time, and he still has to work a full time job to keep things going.”

“Has he been neglecting you?”

“Well, he hardly has any time left for me after his two jobs.”

“Life can be hard for a young couple, starting out.” Said Frank.

“If we could get a little more money from the Internet business, Dave wouldn’t have to work as much.” Said Naomi, hopefully.

I put the device I’d built on the desk, and turned Frank’s computer around to connect the cable.

“And what do you think I can do about it?” asked Frank, as my elbow pushed a stapler off of the desk. It landed with a small “thud”. I saw Frank whip his head around towards the open doorway. There was still sunlight streaming through the living room windows, but the shade was drawn in the office, so he couldn’t easily see in.

My Naomi was quick. Most people would have frozen, but not Naomi. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling her slim young body to him. “Oh Frank! Say that you’ll help me!”

I crouched in silence, peeking from behind his desk, as he wrapped his heavy old arms around my woman’s narrow hips, pulling her closer, the noise he’d heard from his office suddenly becoming unimportant as he gazed into her wonderful dark eyes.

All three of us were frozen for a moment, as if we each knew that something was about to happen; and something did.

Frank kissed Naomi’s perfect mouth, his old face so in contrast with her smooth complexion. She ran her little fingers through his sparse grey hair.

“Why Naomi… I had no idea…” Said Frank.

Naomi kissed him again, and this time her mouth was open for his old tongue.

“Of course I’ll help you, Naomi.” Said Frank, “What man could refuse you?”

I got back to my work. With the price that Naomi was now having to pay for it, time was extremely precious.

“Thank you, Frank.” I heard Naomi say.

The idea was a little flirtation, show a little leg and smile. But now, because of my mistake, she was actually having to kiss him, hold him. My heart was pounding in my ears as I worked.

I thought I could hear them; the smacking of their lips, the rustling of fabrics. Or was it just my imagination?

“You’re one hot babe, Naomi.” Frank was saying, “I’ve had the hots for you ever since the first time I met you.”

I peeked out; they were in a close embrace, Naomi was nearly on Frank’s lap, and Frank’s hand was running up and down Naomi’s shapely leg; right up under her flimsy dress, until he cupped her fine ass; then sliding all the way back down to her foot. Their mouths were terribly busy, and my wife’s fine little hands were exploring Frank’s bulk.

“Really, Frank?” she asked sweetly.

“Of course; Dave’s a nice kid, but come on; a lady like you needs more.”

He held her against himself and kissed her mouth.

I tore my eyes from the gruesome scene, back to my work.

I started the download, and looked again when I could. Frank had her dress up around her waist, and he was running his hands up and down her silky smooth back and legs. What could be going on in my lovely foreign wife’s mind at this outrage? Her legs were completely exposed, and her white panties were showing. She had only kissed him, but Frank was wasting no time following through.

“A beauty like you shouldn’t be neglected, Naomi.” He was saying between kisses. My wife sat across his legs, like a child compared to him, both in size and age. Her lustrous hair fell across my stepfather’s shoulders; his hands looked huge on her tiny back.

And then another thing happened that I hadn’t anticipated; the hard drive in Frank’s computer was making a terrible racket, clicking and chirping as it began downloading its information into the one I had brought with me.

She must have been able to hear the terrible clicking of the two hard drives; she grabbed his head, and keeping her hands over his ears, started kissing him franticly. I cursed myself for not having realized what a racket it would make, even in the next room.

Of course, I hadn’t thought that we’d have to deal with an open door, but there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed if I’d closed it. With Naomi’s hands busy disrupting Frank’s hearing, there was no way she could block Frank’s hands as he enjoyed himself feeling up this beauty less than half his age. I saw one hand slip into her panties; I could see the impression of his finger through the fabric as it disappeared into her body.

“Naomi, sweetheart,” said Frank, “You need it, don’t you? Don’t worry, honey. I’ll take care of you.”

“Really, Frank?” she asked, in a sweet innocent tone, while Frank’s finger slipped in and out of her most private place.

“Oh yes. I can give you what you need…” he said, before submerging himself once more in her mouth. Naomi’s slim hips twisted and bucked in response to the onslaught of Frank’s finger inside her.

I searched through the mail on the desk. There was a new bank statement, in the company name. I checked the outer room again.

Naomi was still keeping Franks hearing under control by rubbing the back of his head with one hand. She was holding out her other arm while he threaded her dress over it, leaving her in only her panties and heels. Naomi hardly ever wore a bra; her small firm conical breasts just didn’t need one.

“Baby, you’re gorgeous.” Said Frank, as he looked my wife up and down. “This is going to be something to remember.”

I tried to read the expression on my wife’s face; despite what she had said earlier, she was looking pretty inscrutable to me. I knew how much she’d despised Frank, but he wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at her expression if I couldn’t. My heart was bleeding at how far she was going to protect me; she was allowing herself to be defiled by my stepfather, her own father in law.

Frank’s big hands roamed over my wife’s little body, as he kissed and then sucked each of her nipples; My young wife arched her back, her arms around his thick neck, her head thrown back as he took his pleasure with her. She was kneeling over him now, her small bottom on his thighs and her feet hanging from the edge of the sofa.

I was feeling pretty numb by then, but when I took a look at the bottom line of the page in my hand, it was none the less quite a shock; $985,456.25. I stared at it for quite a while. That bastard was holding nearly half a million of what should have been my money, while I worked two jobs and was barely getting by. And on top of that, he was busily making love with my wife.

“Well, Honey?” I heard Frank asking, “What do you think? Is it what you need or not?”

I looked through the door again, it was time for another shock; Naomi’s panties were missing, and so were Frank’s trousers.

They both sat naked on the sofa, and Naomi was staring down at Frank’s huge stiff cock in her little hands.

“It’s so big, Frank! I didn’t know they came this big.”

“Oh, they do, honey. They do and it does!” said Frank.

Naomi offered no visible resistance as he pushed her gently onto her back; she just stared into his eyes with a strange blank expression. Her shapely little left foot, still in it’s shoe, rested on the floor, and she lifted her right gracefully over the back of the sofa. She was spread wide, and from my vantage point, I could see Frank’s big old cock in Naomi’s small hand, positioned at her entrance.

“You’re one sweet thing, Naomi.” Frank said to her, running his fingers across her fine face, “I promise you won’t regret this.”

I didn’t understand how things could have progressed so fast; it had only been a couple of heartrending minutes since he’d pulled off her dress. I couldn’t believe the bastard was so self-assured with my wife; it was as if he knew that she wouldn’t resist him. Why didn’t she though? Surely, she could have slowed him down enough so that I could have been finished before it came to this!

I was frozen; my mind seemed to just stop working. I watched in disbelief as Naomi rubbed the tip of Frank’s big hard old cock up and down against her clit.

“This feels nice, Frank.” She told him.

It was impossible that he was going to fuck her, I thought. She would do something now, make an excuse. Delay him for little while, until I could finish my work; then tell him she had to be somewhere, leaving the bastard frustrated.

“It’s going to feel even better in a moment, honey.” Frank said.

She kept running her other hand through his hair and around his head, so he wouldn’t be able to hear the soft clicking of the download.

He pushed, causing his swollen old cock to enter her stretched open body about an inch.

“Slow, Frank! Careful…” Naomi gasped.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He said, “I’m good at this. You just relax and let Frank take care of you. I know what you need, baby, and I’m the one to give it to you.”

“Oh Frank! why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you want it, baby. Because you need it!”

I realized now that it was really happening. I didn’t quite understand why or how, but Naomi was letting my stepfather fuck her. Why hadn’t she stopped him from removing her dress so quickly anyway? The tongue action was bad enough, but surely it could have been kept at that level for longer.

“Oh baby, I don’t think I ever had something so sweet.” said Frank, as he pulled out and pushed his way back, slightly deeper. “That’s the way, Naomi. You just relax now, and it’s going to feel so good, you just let old Frank in there now…”

“It isn’t easy, Frank. You’re so big!” said my little Naomi; her hand still holding his prick as he slowly worked it deeper and deeper. Was it possible? Was it possible she was willing?

“Bigger than Dave?”

“Yes, Oh yes! Bigger than Dave!”

Oh, that hurt. My stomach turned, my chest burned with the pain. But I have to admit that it was true. His old dick was bigger than mine.

“It’s almost there, Naomi. How does it feel?”

“Wonderful, Frank, really good. Don’t stop now!”

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m not planning on stopping for quite a while.”

When he had sunk his bigger than mine cock in to the hilt, he stopped there for a little while, and they kissed deeply, while my wife’s little hands continued to stroke his head, neck, arms, and wide shoulders. It was eerily quiet, and I realized that Frank’s entire hard disc had now been copied.

I should have gotten back to work, disconnected the cable, put his machine back into it’s former position; but my eyes were glued to the appalling scene in the next room.

He started to fuck her, long, slow, and deep. Her hands were on the small of his back, her legs still at full open stretch.

“FUCK ME, FRANK, FUCK ME!” she cried in her baby girl voice, and he started to speed up.

I suddenly realized that he would have to come soon, and I got back to my job. When I had the cable off and my machine back in it’s bag, I looked again. Of course, I hadn’t stopped listening to Naomi’s love cries. If she wasn’t somehow, perversely, enjoying herself, then she was acting out a very convincing performance.

Big old Frank was pounding away at my slim young Naomi; Her legs were now wrapped around his, and she held him tight. Her face started to turn more and more pink, and I saw that vein in her neck start to swell, and she came, screaming; “Fuck me you bastard! You motherfucking son of a bitch! Oh god, fuck me!”

Her gorgeous long hair spilled over the couch onto the floor, she grabbed Frank’s hair and pulled his lips to her own as she tightened the grip of her young legs around his hairy old ones, in her delightful response to orgasm.

I didn’t understand. I had no doubt that her orgasm was real; I wasn’t sure now how well I knew my wife, but I knew her well enough to know when she comes.

She had despised, she hadn’t been able to mention his name without a scowl. And yet it seemed to me that she had the been a little easy about letting him get it into her; and now there she was, fucking him with enthusiasm, even though she knew I was in the next room; she probably even knew that I could see them.

He held her pretty head in his hands, his motion stopped, as they explored each other’s mouths while her orgasm subsided.

When he started fucking my true love again, I realized, with a mix of feelings, that he had not yet come himself. Relief that she was not yet soiled by his cheating old sperm, yet sickened that it was not yet over.

“Oh you bastard! You cocksucking son of a whore!” she started to mutter after a couple of minutes. She was always vocal when we made love, but I had never heard her be profane in bed.

She had kicked off her high heels, and now she put her cute little feet on his flabby old ass cheeks as that vein started to throb again, and she came once more, her arms tight around Frank’s heaving, thieving frame.

“Oh Frank! How do you do that? What are you doing to me?”

“You should have come to me sooner, baby. I can show you what loving is about!” he replied.

It suddenly sounded as though she had come to him because I was an inadequate lover, and not because of our financial difficulties.

He pulled his disgusting organ from her exquisite body, and moved around to present it to her face.

She sat up and smiled at him. A big sexy smile, a smile that should be only for me. Then she opened her mouth, and slowly took his rock hard sticky member inside of it. She didn’t appear to resent doing it. She looked happy about it, if anything. In fact, she looked eager.

She looked up at him with her big beautiful dark eyes, tickling his hairy, low hanging balls and sucking his cock.

It’s not that Naomi didn’t give me head; I loved the way she did it. But she never seemed quite as hungry for my cock as she appeared to suddenly be for Frank’s.

“Oh yeah, baby, that’s the way! See if you can get it a little deeper… oh yeah! Deeper!”

When half of his big old cock was in her mouth, she gagged a little, trying to swallow on it.

“That’s it, honey! That’s the way! Keep trying!”

She pulled her mouth away, and looked at up him unhappily as she continued to work his length with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Frank. I can’t get it all the way down.”

“It’s O.K., Naomi. It takes some practice. Maybe you need to start on something smaller like…” he paused.

“Dave!” she laughed

“That’s it!” he said, and laughed uproariously.

Any disgust that my wife felt about fucking and sucking my stepfather was so well hidden that I couldn’t see it. I was being forced to wrestle with the notion that he had somehow turned her around; her play-acting had turned to reality, and she was enjoying giving herself to Frank. That she was stepping on my heart happily.

“I’m hungry, let’s eat something.” said Frank.

I saw Naomi look up at him in surprise, her hands still firmly gripping his big hard cock. “Don’t you want to come, Frank?”

“I sure do, sweetie, but first I want to pee, and then eat, and then screw you some more.”

Naomi sat back on the couch, appearing completely comfortable with her nakedness. “Wow; O.K.” she said, smiling up at him.

As Frank went into the bathroom, Naomi stuck her head into the office.

“I’ve got it,” I told her, “get your clothes on and let’s get out of here.”

“I can’t do that!” she whispered, “You get going, I’ll come soon.”

An unfortunate choice of words.

“Naomi, get dressed, make an excuse, and meet me at the car!’

“He’ll get suspicious! You go, I’ll come when I can.”

She turned and walked to the couch, retrieved her shoes, and put them on.

The toilet flushed.

Naomi turned, and I watched as her small round naked behind headed towards the kitchen to meet Frank.

Naomi was a woman who was accustomed to having her own way. I had always indulged her in small things; the layout of our house, things like that. I had never dreamed that her self-indulgence would extend this far.

But I had an overwhelming fear of confrontation. I have to admit that it was almost a phobia with me; I couldn’t face Naomi now, and I certainly wasn’t prepared to face Frank. I left my old house as I had had entered, having gained much but lost much more.

I went to our car, and stashed the bank statement and machine, the data bought at such a huge price.

I was in turmoil, but I had to know what was happening, I had to see!

My old house was surrounded by shrubbery and trees, set on a hill by itself. It was dark by that time, and I went back up to the old place confident I wouldn’t be seen.

I went to the kitchen window. I suddenly remembered how my mother had always wanted the curtains closed and Frank wanted them open.

It was a hot night, and the window was open as well. I had to stay well back to be sure not to be seen.

Frank was standing at the stove, naked, stirring something in a pot. Naomi stood behind him, wearing only her heels. She had her arms around him, her raven head against his pale shoulder. The familiarity of their casual but naked embrace was so at odds with my perception of Naomi’s hatred of Frank; it was simply surreal to me.

“How did a hot chick like you end up married to a little nerd like Dave?” Frank asked her.

I suddenly realized that she was slowly masturbating him while he cooked.

“I was on a four week vacation,” said Naomi in her funny high-pitched voice; “I knew that when I returned to Japan, my father was going to make me marry some Japanese man. Japanese men all treat their women like shit. I’m not going to live my life being told what to do. I wanted to marry an American, and be free.”

“So Dave was the best you could find?”

“Dave was nice to me. He was the first man I ever met who just talked to me as though I was an equal. I knew Dave would never try to boss me around.”

“But you don’t love him.”

Frank turned slightly, and I could now see Naomi’s two little hands caressing his swollen old penis.

“Oh, I love Dave. He is a good man. I want to spend my life with him and have his babies, here in America.” Said Naomi, one hand holding Frank’s cock steady while the other lovingly roamed around its head.

“So why did you come here?”

“We’re getting desperate Frank. We really need some money.”

She held his cock head steady, and stroked the shaft with the finger tips of her other hand.

“So why didn’t Dave just say so?”

The bastard! How many times had I come here and argued about it with him?

“I thought he had talked to you about it, Frank” she said, bending her knees a little to be able to reach around and cup his hairy old balls.

“It wasn’t really to ask for money that you came, was it?” he asked. I wondered if he was getting suspicious.

“I just came to talk, Frank, but you seduced me, I am seduced, and you are a very bad man.” She held his cock safely against his stomach while stroking his curly white chest hair.

“Aha, I see.” Said Frank.

Perhaps he did, but I definitely didn’t. I didn’t understand how my life had suddenly turned upside down. We had been struggling financially, it’s true, but we’d been happy other than that. At least I’d been, and I thought Naomi had been.

Frank tasted his concoction; “This is ready, let’s eat.”

They sat at the table. Naomi put some of the soup in her mouth, swallowed, and then bent down and put her hot mouth over Frank’s half hard cock.

“Owee! Baby, your not going to give me a break, are you? God, I want to watch you come a few more times! Why don’t you climb up and sit on me?”

My lovely wife broke into a hysterical giggle, causing ripples to pass through her glossy hair and her small firm breasts to wobble. She slipped off her shoes, and stood on frank’s chair, facing him, one delicate foot on each side of his lap. He held his big cock up with one hand, and placed the other on the small of her back to steady her as she lowered her body into a squatting position, until his cock contacted her crotch. She hesitated briefly, then lowered herself further, gyrating her hips slightly, slowly impaling herself on his organ, working it carefully into herself. When her weight was on his lap, she let her legs swing free. Her head was level with his in this position, and she wrapped her arms around his thick neck once more.

“This is nice.” She told him.

“Here, baby; open wide.” Frank said, holding his spoon to her mouth.

“You’ve already filled me, Frank.” Naomi said, “You want to fill my other end too?”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I want to take care of you all over. Open up now.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Naomi said with a laugh, opening her mouth while Frank fed her.

Frank stroked her with one hand, and fed her with the other. They spoke very quietly, and I could no longer hear what was being said, but Naomi would giggle or laugh from time to time.

Every now and then she would twist her hips from side to side, pivoting her body on his cock and brushing her hard nipples against his chest. I think she was passing some of the soup he was feeding her back into his mouth, since she was occasionally kissing him immediately after taking a mouthful.

In the hour since we’d arrived here, she had apparently come to be more amorous with Frank than she had ever been with me. I had thought Naomi and I had been having great sex; but I had never known sex like I was seeing now, between Frank and my wife.

Their passion appeared to be on another level; in the brief time they had been intimate with each other, they had somehow learned exactly how to please each other. They should have been worlds apart; she was so small and Frank so big, he was twice her age at least, not to mention the cultural thing. But it seemed that once they had started, there was no way they could keep their hands [not to mention other parts] off of each other.

She kept up the small movements of her pelvis intermittently, just to keep them both eager while they leisurely finished their strange meal.

Amidst my intense pain, I realized that in part it was due to an erection. The extreme sexual tension from the room was spilling through the open window. I removed my own organ, and despite my shame, stroked it.

Frank finished feeding them both, and he lifted his weight from the chair. He put both hands under her firm round ass, and he stood in a low squat, Naomi’s slight weight still on his thighs.

“You hardly weigh a thing, Naomi,” He told her, “you’ll have to come for dinner more often.”

He started to rock her up and down.

“Oh Frank! Frank!” she cried, “What are you doing to me now? You’re such an asshole, Frank. Why are you doing this? Oh FRANK! God, that feels great!”

I had a flash back; my mother and Frank together, when I was ten. I had crept to the window then, too. Was this whole thing some sort of weird Freudian wish of mine?

Naomi was coming again, her arms and legs holding her small body onto frank’s large one like a parasite on its host. Her little hands roamed over his head and neck, as they had done earlier, but now it was only for pleasure.

I ejaculated into the flowerbed, but I took no pleasure from it.

I described Frank’s body earlier as “flabby”. I now had to admit that this wasn’t true. He was just big. If fact he was amazingly lean and muscled, and I realized that he must have had time for a lot of exercise. I’d had to give up my sport to work all the time.

He took a step backwards and sat back down in the chair, my Naomi still heaving, clutching him.

“Tell me you love my cock.” Frank said.

“Oh, I do, Frank.” Naomi replied; “It’s the most wonderful cock in the world. I want to just keep it in me forever!”

“Let’s take this to the bedroom” said Frank

“It’s getting late, I’d better call Dave.”

My heart lifted! She would call me, get dressed, return to me! And I didn’t think Frank had come! Perhaps he couldn’t; he was old. Maybe he was no longer able!

There was a phone on the table, and Frank passed it to her. She dialed, and I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked quickly away, so as to be able to talk.

“Dave, you know I told you I was going to visit Meg? Well, she’s in a bad way, and I’m going to sleep here tonight.”

Crushed, crushed again. “Naomi, get out of there! Come meet me at the car!”

“You go on home, Dave, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“PLEASE Naomi, PLEASE! We did what we had to do, now come home with me!”

She didn’t know I’d been at the window; I was thinking we could sweep this under the carpet, and pretend that she had only done what she’d had to; pretend that she hadn’t had better sex with my stepfather than I had ever been able to give her.

“There’s some leftovers in the fridge, just put it in the oven and heat it up.”

“Naomi, I’m your husband, you’re my wife! You must come with me!”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetie, I’ll be fine. Yes, I’ll give Meg your regards. Bye bye.”

“NO, Naomi, NO!” but she had hung up.

I didn’t understand. I thought she loved me, but she was happily turning a knife in my chest now; she was not only cheating, but rubbing my face in it.

I turned around. I could still see them, they were still on the chair. Frank’s old cock was in her still, and had been while she had talked to me, sending me away.

I believe that Frank had flipped some kind of switch in Naomi’s psyche; revulsion and attraction being two sides of the same coin, Naomi was now as attracted to Frank as she had been previously disgusted. Or perhaps she had always tried to maintain her dislike for him to cover a deeper, unwelcome, attraction for him.

Frank’s large hands were on Naomi’s hips, and her slim arms were around his thick neck, as she started to move her pelvis backwards and forwards again. She tossed her head, to flick her long hair out of the way so she could kiss him. I was no longer part of her universe; I could see that she was totally engrossed in what she was doing. She was enjoying herself, and had no intention of stopping.

Frank lifted her off of himself, and stood up. Lifting my small wife easily in his arms, he carried her into his bedroom.

Frank did finally have his orgasm, about ten or fifteen minutes later. I was watching through the bedroom window. I couldn’t see much, but I could hear them very well;

“Do you want me to come, Naomi?”

“Oh yes, Frank! Come, come in me!”

I could see his ass moving up and down as he drove onward.

“Deep? You want it deep inside?”

“Yes Frank! As deep as you can! Shit, Frank. I want to feel it now. Stop teasing and give it to me, Frank!”

He stopped suddenly, and I could hear him groan out his orgasm;

“Here it comes, Baby! You want it?”

I saw Naomi’s legs wrap around him once more.

“Yes, Frank! I want it, do it, give it to me!”

“Do you feel it, Naomi?”

“Yes Frank. It’s hot and good. You’re such a bastard, Frank.”

It was very quiet after that, and the night was getting chilly, so I went home.

Naomi returned around noon the next day, and we had a huge fight.

“Why did you have to stay all night?!” I demanded,

“I had no choice! Once I had gone that far, there was no way to turn back!”

“You never had to go that far!”

“Frank would have caught you and beaten you to a pulp if I hadn’t thrown myself on him when you started to rummage around in there like a bull in a china shop!”

She started to cry; I can never refuse her when she cries.

“I sacrificed myself for you, for your stupid paranoia! I let that ape abuse me so you could get at his worthless files!”

“Worthless? He owes us nearly half a million dollars, and I have the proof!” I told her. I decided to skip over Naomi’s having so clearly enjoyed her time with my stepfather. In hindsight, I suppose that was a mistake.

Her pretty mouth dropped open in shock. “It was true? Frank has been robbing us?”

“Blind.”

We made up, and made love. Real love, not like that fucking that she had done with Frank.

There was one little shocker left for me that day though; when I removed her dress, she had nothing on underneath, and her pussy was now shaved.

Frank called me a couple of days later; “Hey, Dave! I’ve got some good news for you… all of our debts are paid off, and it’s time to pay a dividend! We’ll have to talk about how you want to do the accounting, but you can have up to four hundred thousand if you want.”

This was all a couple of years ago. Now I only work at our firm, and things are going very well. Naomi finally got pregnant, we have a lovely daughter, and I’m pretty sure that I’m the biological father.

I never figured out exactly why Frank had suddenly come clean about the money. Perhaps he had missed that one bank statement I took, or maybe he wanted things to be comfortable for Naomi, now that she was his lover.

Who knows, maybe he was telling the truth about it, and had intended to pay me my share the whole time.

We have a girl now to do the day-to-day secretarial work, and Naomi does the accounting once a week, up at Frank’s house.

I upgraded Frank’s computers, and bugged his entire house while I was at it. That’s how I know that Naomi and Frank are still lovers.

It was hot and heavy between them for the first couple of months; they were doing it in every position in every room of the house.

Frank fucked her perched on the kitchen table; on his desk, in the bath, pinned up against the living room wall.

They used to play some strange games; sometimes Naomi would run around naked, and Frank would chase her down. When he caught her, he’d pin her down and fuck her really hard.

Sometimes she would call him really terrible names while he fucked her; other times, she’d be all sweet, like a little girl. Sometimes I heard her calling him “Daddy”. I don’t think he liked that very much.

She dresses up sometimes in net stockings with garter belt and high heels like a porn Queen. Frank really likes that, he has her keep the stockings on while they do it. Once or twice I saw her up there in some sexy negligee that I never saw her wear at home. She has a sexy little French maid outfit, too. Frank gives her orders when she wears it, then puts her over his knee and spanks her ass before spreading her on his bed and giving it to her.

I suppose I should have confronted Naomi about it; but the fact is, I’m afraid. Afraid of losing her.

We’re still happy together, at least for six days a week. But When I watch Naomi and Frank having sex, it’s obvious that he somehow does something for Naomi than I don’t. It isn’t just that Frank has a big dick; that’s much too simplistic. He somehow presses Naomi’s buttons, the lust in her eyes as his hands roam over her body can’t be ignored. He plays games with that I would never have the confidence for, winding her up and then making her come endlessly.

Yet their relationship is weird, somehow; they bicker and argue constantly. Recently, I overheard them arguing while they were doing it;

Frank; “You’re completely wrong, Naomi. You shouldn’t talk about things you know nothing about. Spread your legs, honey, and let me lick you out.”

Naomi; “How do you know I don’t know about it? Oh, lick it Frank! I learned all about it in school.”

And after some more of that;

Naomi; “You’re full of shit Frank. You just read it all in some popular magazine. That’s enough now, give me your dick!… ahhh, you’re an asshole, Frank, but that feels good.”

Frank; “And you’re a smartass little bitch Naomi; but you’re so damn cute, I just can’t keep my hands off of you…”

Naomi; “Ow! Take it easy Frank! Oh, god…Oh Frank…”

“Baby baby baby…I never get bored of watching you come.”

I’m afraid that if I force her to choose between us, she might choose him. How would I ever be able to live with that? So I pretend to be unaware that I know what’s going on.

Naomi did actually practice deep throating on me, and as soon as she had succeeded in getting my smaller cock all the way down [which is great, by the way], worked with Frank on it until she could do him, too. Of course it hurt me, the suspicion that the only reason she was so happy to give me head was to practice on me. But when she does it, she really seems to enjoy it; I’m sure she wants to please me at least as much as she wants to please Frank.

They both really love oral. Naomi loves to suck cock; she never seems to get bored of it. She loves to keep me [as well as Frank, I’m afraid] on the edge for a long time before making me come while watching my face intently. I love to lick her out as well, but I can never seem to make her come with my tongue the way Frank can.

I would go up to watch fairly regularly at first, if the weather was ok, But since they cooled down, I mostly listen from home if I want to know what’s going on up there. Naomi doesn’t seem to be so interested in Frank any more; but if he insists, she lets him fuck her, or she blows him.

Sometimes, though, I can’t resist the urge, and I sneak up to my old house again. As always, Frank leaves the curtains open, so it’s easy to hide in the bushes and watch him make love with my wife. The pain is terrible, but if it’s going to happen, I figure I might as well get some pleasure from it.

I’m sure that Naomi will stop screwing Frank soon; it’s just a waiting game. I’m sure she loves me, and I’m sure she doesn’t love Frank, so she must soon tire of him. And when she does, she’ll be mine again.

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