Brenda read Ron’s job proposal and felt confused and stunned. “You want a glorified hooker,” she replied.

“What I want is a razor,” he replied. “Client care costs me a fortune, and I want the problem gone. You need money, the job’s pay and benefits are generous; you make the boss happy and keep the customer satisfied. It’s how business is.”

“I don’t know, ” She said.

“I’m meeting another applicant after we’re done,” he replied.

“Then my answer is no. I was expecting something different,” she said.

“It is what it is,” Ron looked at Brenda for long seconds before speaking, “OK, it’s your choice to make, and you made it.”

Driving back to Ron’s house, in the grips of despair, Brenda’s old car died beside the road, in a thick cloud of smoke and steam.

She called Audrey but got no answer, then called others, getting no answer, or excuses. Ron stopped after he recognized her car and saw Brenda standing beside it.

He popped the hood, assessed the situation, and pulled out his cell phone, “I’ll call my people to tow it,” he said, opening the phone case.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Let’s wait in my car,” he suggested, after speaking with his garage crew.

“I’m sorry I said no, I’m broke, and desperate; I think I expected something traditional,” she said.

“I’m sorry, too, but the other applicant liked the offer, and I hired her. One man’s junk, another man’s treasure, and remorse is a dish that tastes bad however it’s served,” he smiled.

Back home Ron went knocked on his step-daughter’s bedroom door. Her reply sounded like muffled, loud noise. So he said, “Carrie, may I come in?” And listened for a response.

She said something that sounded like “Come in,” and he opened the unlocked door, seeing Carrie lying naked on her bed, cell phone pressed against her ear, and laughing. She frowned and snarled, “Get out!” when she heard the door open and saw Ron in the doorway. Ron hesitated, admiring her body, then smiled and left.

After dinner Ron returned to his office. At eight o’clock a Honda pulled off the street and parked behind the office.

“This is gonna take a while, so if you wanna come back around nine that will be good,” Melinda told her boyfriend.

“Eight’s kinda late for a job interview,” he said.

“It’s when the man could see me, and we need the money,” she reminded him.

“Who is this guy?” the boyfriend asked.

“It’s Carrie’s stepfather; gimme a kiss, and I’ll see you, make it nine-thirty, okay?” Melinda said, and got out of the car. After he was gone she pulled down her skirt, stepped out of it, and pulled up a micro-mini skirt she brought in her bag. She did the same with her blouse and bra, both replaced by a fishnet halter-top.

Dressed again, Melinda located Ron’s car and called his number. “I’m outside,” she said when he answered. He opened the door for her, and locked it when she was inside. She sat on the sofa with her legs curled against her thighs and ass, and let her hair down.

Ron opened his wallet and pulled out some bills, counting out five which he placed on the arm of the sofa beside her. “Ready to suck some cock?” He asked.

She put the money in her bag, “Yeah,” she said.

Ron unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the waist, and pulled down the zipper, letting the pants fall to his feet. His erect cock hung out of the fly of his boxers.

Melinda sat on the edge of the sofa, pushed her long brown hair out of her face, and leaned forward when Ron was close enough for his cock to poke her face. She captured the flopping dick with her fingers and pulled it to her mouth.

Ron favored young, white women with puffy tits shaped like snow-cone cups, and small mouths with kewpie-doll lips, and flawless skin.

His cock was too big for her mouth, but most cocks were, and she sucked the cock-heads rather than deep-throat her guys. His nut-sack looked too big for her hand.

He pulled her halter down to fondle her tits and squeeze her nipples. She looked up at his face with her calf-eyes as she sucked his head and licked his shaft. And when she felt him coming, she pulled back her mouth, and opened it to catch his goo. Most of it went into her eyes and nose. He handed her a tissue and told her to turn around and lean over the back of the sofa.

As she wiped her face he put a hand between her legs, to spread them, and to rub her labia and feel her gash with his finger. Then he took his cock in hand and pushed it inside her, she guiding it with her hand and fingers, and he pushing with his pelvis.

“What’d you do with that baby I made?” He asked.

“My mom has him,” she said.

Once she was loose enough Ron pounded her, cuz she liked hard, quick thrusts that felt like the cock was in her uterus. She liked men to talk nasty to her, too. Ron loved her tight pussy, and she liked enough cock so that her brain got lazy and her mind floated away to some nice place until her man filled her with icy-hot semen.

Melida’s small cunt didn’t hold much cum inside it, and when Ron started spurting the cum came back thick around his dick. As soon as Ron felt her climax, he pulled his cock out of her pussy and pushed it in her mouth, holding her hair entwined in his fingers, to pull her mouth toward his belly. She took as much as she could. Then fell back against the sofa.

Ron cleaned his cock and dressed. Melinda cleaned her pussy and face in his bathroom, pulling the cum out with toilet paper, then dressing in her skirt and blouse, and stowing the mini and fishnet halter in her bag.

“Why does lover boy think you’re here?” Ron asked.

“I told him I had a job interview,” she said, shouldering her bag and walking to the door. “I have a sister who needs some money,” she said.

“How old is she?” He asked.

“Eighteen, a year younger than me,” she replied.

“Tell her to call me,” he said.

Audrey called him as he drove home, Carrie was in jail for DUI and leaving the scene of an accident. “She hit a homeless guy who wandered into the street,” Audrey said.

“What you want me to do?” He asked.

“Get her out and bring her home, please?” Audrey pleaded.

“Her bullshit’s getting expensive,” he reminded her.

“I promise I won’t interfere this time, handle her your way, but don’t let her sit there all night,” Audrey said.

Ron called his lawyer and bail bondsman, and went to the jail to see Carrie. She wasn’t happy to see him.

“Your mama says to tell you that your ass is mine, comprende?” He smiled. She nodded her head and stared at the floor.

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Here is my fantasy:

Karen told me that her manager at work wants her to go on a business trip with him to New York. I know her boss, Ken, and I know he wouldn’t try anything with my wife.
Karen uses the breast pump for several days to store up enough breast milk for me to feed the infant while she is away. She always produces extra milk that the baby can’t drink and sometimes her tits get so full that she says they hurt and they leak continuously. I help her with the breast pump to relieve the pressure in her breasts and she thinks I just dump out the collected mothers milk. I drink it myself sometimes or pour it my dick and balls when I’m jacking off in the bathroom (one of my fetishes).

While my wife is getting ready to leave for the airport with her boss, I look at her open suitcase lying on the bed and I began to get curious. I peek into the open bag and I just see her business clothes skirts and blouses. Karen is in the bathroom putting on her makeup so I open the flap of her suitcase where she packed her underclothes. I saw her regular bras and panties and her pajamas on top. I lifted the pajamas to look underneath and was totally freaked out. There on the bottom of the suitcase, hidden under everything else, was her sexy nightgown and see-through bra and panties that she wears when she wants to get me excited, sexually!!!! Karen was coming back in the room so I quickly put the pajamas back over her sexy nightwear and pretended I was watching the news on TV.

Ken comes to pick up my wife to take her to the airport and they are both dressed in business attire. Karen kisses me good-bye as she walks out the door with her small suitcase. I wave to Ken out in our driveway and watch as they drive off. I can’t get the picture out of mind that my wife and mother of our children might be having sex with her huge, athletic, black boss!!!!

Karen calls me from the hotel that night where she and her boss are staying. She tells me that she had forgotten her breast pump and there was nothing open where she could get one. Then she got rather quiet and started to sob a little. She said her breasts really were sore and she couldn’t express the milk enough to relieve the pain. Then she got serious and told me that she told her boss about her problem and that he would help her if she wanted him to. I asked her how he could help and she told me that he could suckle her like the baby does. She said that he didn’t suggest it but she would if it was all right with me. My little dick was hard as a rock when she told me her plan and I just told her that I knew Ken and that he would be a perfect gentleman about the whole thing. She stopped her sobbing and gave me a kiss over the phone and said she would call me the next night.

When Karen hung up the phone, she got dressed for Ken. She put on her sexy see-through panties and bra and her sheer nightgown. Her boss knocked on the door and Karen let him into her room. Ken wasn’t expecting her to be dressed like she was but he doesn’t mind at all! Karen tells him that her breasts really need to be milked and that they are really sore. She looks at Ken’s huge bulge in his pants and tells him he can take his pants off if that will make it more comfortable for him, so he does., The head of his huge, black cock is now showing out of the leg of his boxer shorts and it is dripping seminal fluid onto the carpet.

My wife opens her nightgown and pull her right breast out to show her boss how stiff and swollen the nipple is. He looks at my wife’s fat tit and watches it dripping the cream-heavy hot milk. She holds her tit out to him and says, “Will you suck it for me Ken? It’s hurting so bad.” He stares fixed on my wife’s tit and takes his boxer shorts off, letting his enormous hard on pop free and swing in front of him. Karen gasps and says, “Oh my gawd, Ken!! Your cock is fucking huge!!! He stands in front of her and she takes the massive, throbbing meat in her little left hand (the one with her wedding ring on it) and runs her fingers up and down the length. She feels his heavy balls and proclaims “Oh my god!!! Your balls are so big and heavy, Ken. I can’t imagine what happen when you ejaculate. You must shoot quarts of cum from these!”

Ken bends over and puts his mouth over my wife’s leaking right tit and starts sucking her milk while he gently squeezes the big tit in his hand.. Karen takes her left tit out and Ken moves his lips to the swollen nipple and begins drinking. Karen has become so sexually aroused that she asks her boss, “Do you want to fuck me, Ken?” He just groans with her tit in his mouth and she says, “I want you to, but do you have any condoms? I think I am ovulating now and I don’t want to get pregnant.” He takes his mouth off Karen’s tit and says he has a condom in the pocket of his trousers. He tells my wife to get into bed and he goes to get his pants. Karen watches him reach into his pocket and then he turns out the light.

Ken get into bed with my wife and she asks him if he has the condom on. He takes both her hands in his right hand and holds her arms up over her head and says, “Yes, Karen, don’t worry now.” He kisses her passionately and milk begins running from her stiff nipples again. Karen moans “Oh! Fuck me now, Ken! Please fuck me!” My wife opens her legs and her boss get between them. He is still holding her arms over her head when he takes his other hand and puts the head of his huge, throbbing cock into her dripping cunt. Suddenly Karen shrieks, “You don’t have the condom on!!! Pull out!!” Ken just laughs and says, “I lied Karen, I don’t use condoms. They always break anyway.” Then he slides almost all of his powerful cock up into my wife’s tight vagina. Karen moans loudly and just says, “Don’t cum in me, Ken. I’ll get pregnant for sure!” He starts fucking her with long deep strokes, his balls hitting her hairy pussy with each inward thrust. Karen starts to squeal with an orgasm and pleads, “Fuck me!!! Yes!! Fuck me had and dirty, Ken!!!!” He boss straightens his back and pins my wife’s arms to the bed. He grunts and says, “Yeah!!! I love fucking this tight, white married cunt!!! I’m going to cum in you slut!!! Karen screams out “No! Don’t do it!!! Please!!! Pull out!!! Ken grunts again and puts the entire length if his cock up into my wife’s cervix. He begins pumping strong jets of thick hot sperm into Karen. She knows she will get pregnant but it’s too late she just lays there motionless while he finishes emptying his large balls in her and the thick, white sperm begins to run down the crack of her ass, onto the sheets.

When they get back home, Karen confesses to me that she let her boss fuck her every night that they were gone. She tells me that he had cum in her unprotected pussy at least a dozen times over the last four days. Two weeks later her pregnancy test is positive and she prepares to have another baby, Ken’s black baby”. As the months go by her tits get even bigger and her belly is huge. She stays at home now and is always walking around the house naked, holding my baby to one of her huge milk jugs while the other one drips continuously. She produces so much that she will lean over my breakfast cereal bowl in the morning and let me milk her into my bowl. The warm, fat-filled cream squirts from her big, cracked nipples like it was coming from a cow!

So the bottom line is that my sweet little wife went from a demure, faithful housewife, to a slut that loves getting fucked by her big, black boss. She is pregnant with his baby and will soon have a white baby and a black one sucking her enormous brown and chapped nipples. Of course I will be doing it too!

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Tara’s braless breasts jiggled playfully under her tight T-shirt, knocking against each other until she finally had to cup them with her palms to steady them as the car bounced up the bumpy road which led to the small Rocky Mountain town of Titshurt.

Her husband Preston, who was carefully maneuvering their Aston Martin Vanquish over boulders and potholes, had recently been hired to design software for a firm which was located in this small town. And yet here he was, ignoring the Vanquish’s GPS, and instead following the penciled directions on the back of a crumpled envelope.

The busty blonde kept a firm grip her tits to keep them from wobbling.

“Preston, I can’t believe we’re not lost. We left the highway thirty minutes ago, and this road has deteriorated into something like a pioneer trail. How could there be a town up here? Does a mail truck really drive up and down this gravel road every day??

There was only one reason a young woman as beautiful and sophisticated as Tara Brinks would be moving to such a small, secluded town: Preston, who had been earning $200,000 a year in Los Angeles as a software developer for a major Internet portal, was hand-picked by a firm which had just landed a multi-billion dollar account with the federal government – and had offered to double Preston’s salary if he moved to their home office in Colorado.

The firm had to approve every aspect of Preston’s life in advance, including his physical appearance, his personality, his taste in clothing, his wife and his lack of children. At the time the job was offered, Preston and Tara were engaged to be married, and neither planned on having kids. So it was an easy decision for Tara, since the salary was so high, to agree to quickly marry Preston and move to this hidden part of the country.

“Did you see the gray brick building at the bottom of the road, next to the highway?” Preston asked in response to Tara’s question about the mail service. “The US Postal Service, UPS, FedEx, everything is delivered to and locked in that building, and the town has its own pick-up and delivery system from there.?

The couple passed a sign which read: Almost There! Just 3 More Miles to Titshurt, Colorado!

“Oh, Tits-hurt!” Tara realized aloud. “I thought you said the name of the town was Tithurst! No wonder it wasn’t on the GPS.” She entered the new information into the car’s Global Positioning System, waited, then said: “It still isn’t on the GPS!?

“It’s a very secluded place,” Preston agreed, “I suppose because of all the top-secret government projects they work on up here. Like I said, no kids in the entire town, and even though there are plenty of single men, there’s not a single unmarried woman in Titshurt. There are no airports, helicopter landings are outlawed, and in fact, the airspace is restricted. The only way in or out is this little gravel road.?

When they finally arrived, the first thing Tara noticed about Titshurt was that it resembled an old west town, except for all the automobiles, and the modern clothing worn by its residents.

For one thing, Main Street was not only unpaved, it wasn’t even graveled. It was a wide, flat dirt road, like something right out of Bonanza or Silverado. Also, the businesses which lined either side of Main Street were all built with unpainted wood, and had obviously been built at the same time, as they comprised two long multi-unit buildings. And then there were the sidewalks: raised two feet off the road with steps leading up to each establishment, the sidewalks were made of unfinished wooden planks. The only thing missing was a hitching post and a trough!

Preston parked the car in front of the town’s only hotel. “This is it,” he told Tara. “This is our new home for the next few days. The real estate agent I spoke with on the phone said there are at least a dozen brand new houses available in our price range, so we should be out of here and into our new place as soon as we decide on one we like.?

Tara looked around at the residents of Titshurt, all going about their daily business. She was beginning to feel better about their decision to move to this isolated place, as she noticed that every man she saw was well-dressed, good looking and had a healthy physique. She also noticed the women in this town were very beautiful, and every one of them had firm, healthy tits at least the size of Tara’s.

“So what’s the deal… the only women allowed in this town are attractive ones, with big boobs?” Tara whispered sarcastically to Preston, giggling.

Once inside, Preston had a bellhop take their luggage up to their hotel room, and then a waitress showed them to a table in the hotel’s restaurant. The waitress was a beautiful blonde in her late twenties with a very large set of boobs.

“Hi, my name is Danielle,” she said sweetly, even though she appeared to be in a good amount of physical discomfort, “and I’ll be your waitress.” Danielle handed menus to the couple. “Would you like something to drink while you’re deciding??

Tara couldn’t help noticing the way Danielle kept stealing glances at Tara’s breasts as she and Preston ordered drinks. Tara’s nipples suddenly became self-consciously hard, poking though her thin T-shirt and causing little tingles for Tara.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Danielle asked Tara, overtly motioning with her order pad toward Tara’s happy nipples.

“Um… no,” Tara replied, a little nervous. She hid her breasts behind her menu. “My name is Tara Brinks, and this is my husband Preston, who was recently hired by a Titshurt company. We’ll be house hunting this afternoon.?

Tara thought it was odd that Preston didn’t take exception to the waitress’s brash observation of Tara’s braless tits. In fact, he seemed to be a little bit amused by the situation!

“Well then, welcome to Titshurt! I’m pretty sure at least one of you is going to enjoy living here.” Danielle winked at Tara, nodding toward the nervous young woman’s beautiful rack.

But even though Danielle seemed to be putting up a good front, Tara could tell Danielle was in pain. She kept arching her back and twisting, as if her bra was too tight.

“The town’s only real estate office is right across the street there, to the right of the sheriff’s office,” Danielle continued. The hotel restaurant had a clear view of Main Street, and Tara and Preston could see both the real estate company and the sheriff’s office.

“A sheriff’s office?” Tara asked.

“Yes,” Danielle replied, “this is a small county, and Titshurt is its only town, so we don’t have a city police force – just a sheriff and two deputies.” Tara thought Danielle suddenly appeared to be even more uncomfortable, now that they were discussing the sheriff.

“Thanks,” Preston said. “We’ll head over to the real estate office right after lunch.?

“And be sure to make the Titshurt Town Meeting this Saturday night!” Danielle added. “It’s mandatory for the wives, and the men wouldn’t miss it for the world! Let’s see, this is Monday morning… so you still have quite a wait.?

Danielle was addressing Tara now, grimacing and smirking at the same time: “But the suspense will make the town meeting that much more fun. You’ll see, Miss Brinks. It only took me a couple of weeks to really start to love the town of Titshurt.”

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His daughter was a sweet-faced blonde with hair to the shoulders. She took worked hard to keep in good shape, working out 3 times a week. Even her current boyfriend whom she was going to marry disliked spending so little time together because of her cheerleading practice, but he adored the shape of her body very much. She was head over heels in love with him too and he was her first and only man. Her tender long legs that led up to her small tight ass attracted every man’s attention. Her boyfriend always liked cupping her firm perky breasts, although he didn’t like her bra.

Hearing her father, she became very excited, because it was a rare thing when the coach came. When she rushed down the stairs, Mr. Avdushev stepped forward.

“Hello, I’m pleased to meet you, sir,” the eighteen year old blonde said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you too, bright one!” the coach said, smiling spread. “I’ve just told your parents about your brilliant future in a cheer squad at college!”

“Are you serious?” Sveta couldn’t believe her luck.

“Yes, I’m absolutely quite serious,” he said with a stern expression on his weathered face.

“You mean you think that I’m good enough to cheer at a university?” the girl hardly could hide her excitement and the coach liked to see that in cheerleaders’ faces, because he was going to make a lot of money off her.

“You know if I were not sure, I wouldn’t offer it to you!” the man replied irritated and thought about the best way to hook her.

“This is awesome!” Sveta almost jumped up on her feet for joy.

“Right you are! It’s a once in a lifetime chance!” Mr. Avdushev said in a serious tone. “You are certainly pretty and I’m really interested in your possibilities.”

After that, the coach started praising how great she was and what a brilliant career she could have. As her excited parents talked to him, young and pretty Sveta was elated at the news. After hearing all that great stuff about their daughter, they took him for a tour around their expensive house. Sveta and her parents became more and more excited at her chances with every passing moment.

The summer was passing and she had been training very hard to be selected. Mr. Avdushev returned at that summer’s end and found Sveta alone. In fact, he caught her sunbathing in her yellow bikini on the back deck of her gorgeous house. He wasn’t only interested in her cheering ability, but he was also taken by her lovely young 5’5″ 105 pounds body, with her long golden hair, flowing over her bare shoulders. She looked like an absolute nymphet! But on a sudden he became surprised when she, the pretty blonde, invited him inside to look through her cheerleader pictures from the first grade up. The coach’s eyes were all over her small body, but the fun had stopped when her parents returned from the town.

As her mother made Mr. Avdushev stay for a supper, Sveta and her dad talked to the coach in their den. All that time and during the supper the coach was constantly flattering the girl, her amazing parents and what a great house they had. After a grand meal, Sveta saw Mr. Avdushev out to his car.

“I’ll see you next month,” he told Sveta in his ever present mentor-like voice. “There, I’ll be able to see what you can do.”

A few weeks passed. Sveta gathered all her stuff together, kissed her dear parents good-bye and headed north to the university. Before she had left, she drove across the town to kiss her high school sweetheart, who would soon be her husband good-bye.

To her surprise, Sveta found that university very big and became home-sick soon. Her mother became concerned very much and phoned Mr. Avdushev. He was asked to keep a careful eye on Sveta and he assured her that she was taken care of like the apple of his eye. Not only did the university look big to her, but the girl found the other cheer candidates very good and she felt her chances of making the squad were very slim.

“I just can’t believe the talent!” she told her coach afterwards.

“I do have some very good girls, Sveta!” he sighed like an experienced old man. “To be honest, I feel your chances are very slim and your parents will be very disappointed if you fail!”

Hearing that, the girl felt her heart began hammering.

“But it means everything to me, sir,” she sobbed slightly. “All my family are counting on me to cheer here!”

“There are always alternatives, Sveta!” Mr. Avdushev kept coaxing and reassuring her. “I know you are an innocent girl from a small town, but as I have said, there are alternatives. Have you ever heard of girls sleeping with teachers for grades? I’m sure you have!” the man knew that he was pushing his luck.

“Do you mean I shall have to have sex with you?” she whispered in her innocent manner with her plump lips as the tears came to her eyes. “I’d never do that!”

Sveta just couldn’t imagine that she would be able to cheat on her adorable boyfriend. It was too much for her. The man clearly understood he was skating on the thin ice, but he had done that too many times to be on the edge about it and said and did everything due to his mental scheme.

“Well, not me exactly…” her perverted coach replied thoughtfully. “I mean that a young thing like you would be a dish, but I thought more about me watching you sleep with a black stud. You’d make the team!”

“A black stud?” shocked, Sveta said with eyes full of tears. “I could never do such a thing! I have never even talked to a black man! There are none in my town. On top of that, what would my strict parents say if they knew it and my boyfriend would be back home soon. You know, something like this would kill him and he’s going to be my husband. What kind of a girl do you think I am?”

Listening to that self-confident girl who had been trying to find any excuse but it sounded lame, he knew that he had almost had her and the only thing he had to do was to push a little bit harder.

“You are a good girl!” Mr. Avdushev said, looking at her sternly. “But I have had a plenty of girls over the years to sleep with old Mike to make the cheer squad. My old friend Mike is a 45 year old black man who has what it takes not to only please young white knock-outs like you, but you are a cheerleader after one time with him. He is the judge!”

After short time talking, the coach got up and left with the conqueror’s smile on his face. Sveta put the cheerleader team out of her mind until her strict father called and let her know he would be up for the tryouts. His words had left Sveta scared and more confused than ever. Later, Mr. Avdushev called her to find out what her answer would be and the girl said “NO” to his sick intentions, but it was no good to be a heroine.

Saturday afternoon came and Sveta was alone in her dorm. A sick feeling overtook her when a knock came at her door. The door opened and the girl saw her pillar, her dear father.

“Daddy?!” she said with relief, throwing her arms around his neck. “Hi daddy, what are you doing here?”

“Sweetie, I just came to see my baby girl become a cheerleader, of course!” he laughed and was shining with pride and happiness for his daughter. “Mr. Avdushev has called and asked us out to dinner tonight. C’mon honey, get ready and don’t keep your coach waiting!”

How poor Sveta wanted to tell her father what kind of a man her coach really was, but daren’t destroy her dear dad’s idyllic world.

She got dressed very swiftly and grabbing her coat, she followed her father as they met the coach for his dinner treat. Sveta could hardly eat as her coach bragged to her father on how great she would be and only stupidity would ruin her brilliant future as a queen cheerleader. She understood that he was talking about something another than a cheerleading activity, because his palm rested several time on her knee, but then went through the entire ordeal. When the horrible dinner was finally over, Sveta asked her father when they were at her dorm again,

“Daddy, what do you think about spending the night in my dorm room?”

“You know my schedule girl. I have already reserved a motel room down the street.”

Seeing the way his daughter looked, he made up his mind to cheer her up a little and added with a smile,

“Your mother, I will be up next week for tryouts to support you, my dear. We and your VIP coach have confidence that you will make the team, honey!”

When the door shut behind him, Sveta again felt that eerie feeling of being alone. She inserted an “Enigma” disc in the music center and tried to relax and chill out on the sofa. She was deep into her inner world and the girl’s heart skipped a beat when a knock came at the door. Sveta rushed to open the door and get to know why her lovely father returned.

“Mr. Avdushev, what are you doing here?” the girl was taken aback and surprised with her coach’s sudden appearance. “Daddy is here. Please leave me now.”

“No good for you, girl! You don’t get any points by lying to me!” her coach had a very stern impression on his face. “I saw you daddy going to his motel!” Mr. Avdushev said, walking into her room. “By the way, this is Mike, I have been talking to you about him,” he said, motioning to his friend. “And we have come for your personal and private tryouts.”

“But… but…” it was everything Sveta could say, understanding that her time had come.

The two friends stepped in, and closed the door and locked the door behind them. At that time she saw his friend for the first time. He was an old, short black man of 40+ years. He was fat with strong-looking legs and arms. She just couldn’t believe that they came for her body.

“Mike, what do you think about her?” grinning, the coach asked his friend boldly.

“Man, you know she’s surely a sweet treat!” the tall black man said. “This is going to be good for me.”

Their smiles made her crazy and she didn’t know what to do, because she knew what would happen the next time. As Sveta started protesting and ran around the room, Mr. Avdushev just grabbed the hem of her tight pink top and pulled it up in a jerk over her long, blonde hair. The blonde started panicking due to that boldness and no one had seen her naked except of her loving boyfriend.

“You want to make the cheer squad and Mike wants some of your young body to know if you are the right person for that.”

Instead of fighting, Sveta just stood frozen like a deer in highlight as he was removing her sweat pants, bra and ripping her small panties off, leaving red welts on her hips.

“Look at those little young perky tits, Mike. They look even better without her bra and I think she is going to be the best young cunt you have ever had!” he said, squeezing her tits softly and she didn’t resist it.

“Yeah pal, I’m sure that the spectators and the football team will be glad to see this slut in action on the field!” his companion agreed.

Frightened, she sought for compromise, begging them to be easy on her young body.

“Is this the only way?” Sveta sobbed as her coach laid her lean body on the bed.

“Oh my gosh!” the poor girl exclaimed when she saw Mike started getting undressed. “Just look at it! It’s so huge and it surely hurt me too much!”

Every fiber of her body was shaking as she stared at the well-hung black man and now she knew that all that rumors about monstrous cocks were true. Sveta compared his cock with her boyfriend’s and understood that her lover’s cock was like a pencil.

“What will my parents say? And I have a boyfriend back home,” she begged

“That’s a lame excuse, girlie!” the black man replied with irony.

Spreading little Sveta’s slim legs wide, Mike spat on his palm soundly and spread it along his black 10″ cock. The girl looked at her coming nightmare as the old pervert knelt down between his young prey’s thighs. Then he bent down to kiss her like she was his slut. As Sveta turned her head to avoid his kiss, she let out a yell as the black knob entered her vagina, stretching it to its limits.

“Please, pull it out… Ahhh it’s gonna tear me apart!” she struggled and she did everything to get away.

“Did you think it’s so easy to become a fucking cheerleader?” her coach shouted in her ear. Inch by inch the black tool was pushed inside her white cunt, but it caused her great pain to stick it into her so deeply.

“This is the best young cunt I have ever had, man!” Mike said loudly for pleasure. “And the best thing is her daddy is just down the street, sleeping sound as some black man who was older than dear daddy is fucking the shit out of his little girl who does it to make her daddy’s dream come true and become a cheerleader. Man, that’s great!”

Sveta was screaming and throwing her long blonde hair all over the bed as Mike’s big shaft was slicing her apart. The girl couldn’t do anything about humiliation of the sex, because her coach held her hands together as she laid across the bed being rammed by the main judge who was between her wide spread legs. She looked down and saw the black cock sawing in and out of her tight would-be pussy that was red from stretching and rubbing.

“Not only that!” Mr. Avdushev gloated. “But she came from all-white town and the only cock she has ever had was her kid boyfriend’s. C’mon, slice into her. Go man go!” the coach cheered his friend up.

With her father down the street, his daughter’s screams went unheard as Mike’s black rod pounded in and out of her. Sveta fainted from the pain of the huge invasion and she was too weak to protest as Mike turned her over. She was happy that everything was over but her poor pussy was sore as hell and she couldn’t move her legs together because of the pain. Sveta was confused about why he didn’t cum and it was good because she wasn’t on the pill.

“I want some of her virgin butt, man!” Mike said enthusiastically. “I wonder what her daddy would say if he saw a black cock hungry for his little girl’s pink asshole?”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Mr. Avdushev said. “Don’t kill her, Mikey. You are too big for her back there so that don’t ruin her cheerleading ass!”

Only now Sveta understood that the guys weren’t joking as she felt his cock touch against her sacred spot and became very freaked out, although she was very worn out. The girl never allowed her boyfriend do it, but some old pervert was going to stick his cock into that tight orifice. Sveta didn’t like that at all, because his fat cock hardly fit in her abused pussy and that hole was much larger.

The black man wasn’t about to back down as his big schlong broke into her tiny rectum and her screams were louder now as Mike held her lifeless body up by her hips, spreading her ass cheeks and revealing her still tight puckered asshole for his anal lust. He pounded her poor ass harder and harder.

“Hey, that’s enough!” her coach yelled at her torturer. “Mike, you are gonna tear her ass in two!”

With over half his length buried in her tight pink asshole, the old man let out a war cry and pumped her bowels full of sperm. Sveta fell limp, face down on the bed as Mike was still milking his cum out onto her snow white buns.

“Man, maybe you’d better go now, she’s pretty zapped. I need talk to her. Go on!”

As Mike kissed her on the back he told her, “I really, really enjoyed you, and I’m almost sure you’ll become a good cheerleader if you continue your real tryouts!” She didn’t understand his words at all and didn’t want to. Then Mr. Avdushev helped her to sit up.

“Are you OK, Sveta?” he asked. “You were great, honey! I shall see you make the team on Monday!”

“Will you please just go?” the poor girl said in a weak voice. “Just go! So I can be alone, OK?”

“OK, honey, but don’t fall!” her coach said as he watched Sveta waddling to the bathroom. He became aroused again, seeing Mike’s sperm oozing from her poor rear end and running down her legs.

“Oh girlie, I forgot to mention that to get into squad you should be chosen by superior judge, I mean Mike, a cheerleader squad queen and a football captain.” Seeing the fear in her eyes, he added, “You know, it’s your right to choose the way to get their votes.”

After that, he and his cock-hound retired. As Sveta soaked her sore body in a hot tub, she was still feeling the effects of the black man’s huge cock. She was up much of the night urinating every hour and her butt and pussy were too sore to sit down. The girl was relaxing in the bath tub and touched her poor pussy and ass. They were stretched so much that her finger easily entered either hole and didn’t meet any resistance. One part of her was glad that it was all over and that she would be on the cheer team, but the thought of the way she had gained the spot was disgraceful to her. She only hoped her parents would never find out what had happened to her. She wanted to call her father who had been fast asleep in the motel, but she knew she would only get more upset hearing his comforting voice.

After turning and tossing in the bed for hours, she finally fell asleep.

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I had always dreamed of having other men see her completely naked and my dream recently came true with a strange twist. A friend at work told me about a nude beach about an hour from home that was frequented by a lot of couples and some soldiers from a nearby Army base. He said that it was a fun place and hinted at some wild goings on in some driftwood “condos.” I got an instant hardon from the thought of my sweet little Amy stark naked on a beach and being ogled by a bunch of horny servicemen. After much begging on my part, Amy agreed to go but only on a weekday when it wouldn’t be quite as crowded.

The following Monday I took a personal day and we headed out to the beach. We got there by ten o’clock and found the place pretty empty. Someone had built a series of small “condos” out of drift wood at the back of the beach for privacy and as windbreaks and we set up in one. Amy timidly stripped off her cutoffs and halter and exposed her luscious young body to the sun. For the record, Amy is 24, 5’4″ with a mouth watering 35C-24-25 figure and silky red hair that hangs to the top of her butt.

We spent the first two hours soaking up the sun and splashing in the surf together. Because of the sparse crowd, Amy was the only woman on the beach and attracted quite a bit of attention. I made sure she was well oiled with sun tan oil and was thrilled as guys went out of their way to walk past us and check her out. I noticed that most of the guys had bigger cocks than me. When I mentioned this to Amy she giggled and said “I noticed. Maybe the sun makes them grow.”

At that point Amy suggested we return to our “condo” and as we approached I noticed that a dark muscular Black guy had put down a blanket right in our condo. I also noticed that he was easily the most well hung guy on the beach with a thick uncut cock hanging halfway to his knees. Amy took notice of him also and whispered to me “Oh my god, look at that thing! It’s huge.” I felt a twinge of jealousy from her reaction to this guy’s enormous member and felt like my plan was backfiring. The whole idea behind going to this beach had been that I would enjoy seeing guys drool over my foxy wife and be jealous of me. It had never occurred to me that Amy might be the one doing the drooling.

When we got to our blanket, I said nervously “Uh excuse me, would you mind moving to another condo, please? We were here first.” He laughed at my comment saying “Hey man, this is my condo. If you two want to hang out, that’s cool, but I ain’t going nowhere.”

As he spoke he was busy checking out Amy who was staring intently at his huge Black cock. I reached for our cooler and said “C’mon Amy, let’s go” but she surprised me by saying “Wait honey, let’s stay. There’s plenty of room.”

I was about to argue when the guy said “Cool, I’m Sgt. Leon Jones. Y’all can call me Leon. What’s your name dude?” I shook his hand and said “Jimmy and this is my wife Amy.” he turned to Amy and to my surprise gave her a quick kiss before saying “Amy, my dear, you are one sexy lady.” Amy blushed from head to toe and softly thanked him.

“So this is your first time here. What do you think?” he asked while sitting down at the back of the condo with his back against the wood. Amy laid down on her belly facing him while I sat next to her. “It is our first time” I answered “How can you tell?”

“First, I come here all the time,” he explained “and I could never forget a fox like Amy. And from the way she’s staring at my johnson, I know she’s never been to a place like this before.”

“I’m sorry”  Amy stammered “I didn’t mean to”  “Hey, don’t sweat it” he said smoothly “I don’t mind. I come here to look and to be looked at, just like you.”

I had to admit that his comment was true and his open attitude made me feel much more comfortable. My initial jealousy was replaced with a twinge of excitement at seeing my wife naked in such close proximity to such a well hung stud.   “Hey, do you guys get high?” Leon asked to break the awkward silence while pulling a joint out of his beach bag. I love to smoke reefer and Amy rarely does but she eagerly said “Oh yeah.”

After lighting the joint Leon got up on his knees and walked over to the edge of our blanket and handed it to me. As I took a hit I noticed that Amy’s face was now level with and only two feet away from Leon’s groin and she couldn’t help but stare at it. I had to nudge her to get her to take the joint and as she did she gave me a sheepish guilty look.  By the time the joint was done I was as high as a kite and I could tell from the way Amy was giggling at Leon’s comments that she was also pretty stoned.

Leon stretched out on his side on the edge of our blanket and started to tell us about some of the wild things that had happened on the beach. Amy’s face was now less than a foot from his huge dark tool and, her inhibitions buried by the reefer, she stared at it with a look of pure lust on her pretty face. Now that I was stoned, her interest in his cock somehow excited me rather than bothered me and I found myself enjoying her obvious interest in his big Black dick. I could tell that he was quite aware of her interest and saw that his cock had started to grow hard. Before our eyes it twitched and grew until it was nearly a foot long and the foreskin peeled back to reveal the tip of his fat swollen cockhead.

“Hey man, I don’t usually get a woody here at the beach but the way your lady is looking at me, I can’t help it. I hope you don’t mind.” Leon said to me.   I couldn’t believe how huge his cock was and as it bobbed in the air a bizarre image of him fucking Amy with it flashed thru my brain and my own cock grew instantly hard.  Noticing my erection, he chuckled and said “Naw, I guess you don’t mind. And I don’t have to ask your wife” He brought his hand down and began to slowly jerk off right in Amy’s face saying “You like my big Black dick, don’t you girl?” Looking like she was in a trance, Amy nodded her head and said “It’s so huge!”

“Damn straight it is. And I bet you’d like to see what it tastes like, wouldn’t you?” he taunted her.

Amy hesitated a moment before saying “Oh I could never. I’m married…”   As he continued to jerk off in front of us, a steady stream of precum oozed out of the tip of his cock and he rubbed it onto his shaft until the entire thing was coated with the sticky fluid. When a big drop of precum oozed out of the tip, Leon caught it on his finger and held it out for my wife saying “Go on Amy, taste it. You know you want to see what Black cum tastes like.”

When she hesitated he rubbed his finger across her full bottom lip, forcing her to taste his cock juice and I saw Amy’s tongue quickly lap it up. Then he turned to me and said “Hey dude, your wife seems to like my big Black dick and you’re getting off on it too, aren’t you?”

I wanted to say no way but my erection said otherwise so I meekly said “I guess” with a stupid grin on my face.

Then he reached out to play with Amy’s shiny red mane while saying “C’mon baby, your husband won’t mind. Give it a little kiss!” while pulling her face towards his throbbing member. Amy made no effort to resist and let him rub his slimy cock against her face. She looked over at me with a desperate look that was part fear and part sexual hunger and in my stoned and excited state I didn’t know what to say or do.

“Suck it girl!” Leon demanded while pressing the swollen tip of his Black throbber against Amy’s pouty lips. Her big blue eyes locked on mine, she parted her lips and gave his swollen cockhead a long sloppy kiss. When she finally came up for air, Leon rolled onto his back and pulled Amy to him so she was kneeling between his legs.

He pulled her face down to his cock and ordered her to “Lick that cock girl. Show your man how much you like dark meat.” Amy lowered her face and began to eagerly lick up and down his shiny Black shaft, replacing his sticky precum with her own saliva. I sat there in complete shock as I watched my innocent young bride slide her lips along this huge Black dick. Where I should have felt jealous and angry, all I felt was raw lust as I watched my beautiful wife worship this Black guys throbbing hardon.

Amy seemed totally out of control, whimpering and moaning as she worked on this dark strangers cock. After licking nearly every inch of his huge member she moved to his side and pursed her lips around his shaft. Then she slid them back and forth along the underside of his shaft, moving from the wide base of his dick up to the swollen tip, which continued to ooze a steady steam of precum.

After a while Amy came up for air and stared for a moment at the huge Black cock throbbing before her while gently squeezing his large balls. “You like that black dick don’t you baby?” Leon asked while reaching to stroke her hair which was hanging down her back.

Amy nodded eagerly and leaned forward to rest her head on his flat stomach and suck on the fat purple crown of his cock. Her hand looked tiny as she wrapped it around his thick shaft and gently pumped it while sucking on the fat purple tip.

I moved down to his feet so I could get a better view and noticed that his hand was now exploring her plump asscheeks, squeezing her soft white flesh. Then his hand moved out of sight and I saw her ass squirm  as his hand found her swollen pussy. I couldn’t see his hand but I could see her rock against it and I could hear the moist sound of his fingers sliding into her twat.

Amy continued to suck on the swollen tip and first few inches of his enormas cock, her lips sliding down the dark shaft while her hand pumped on the base. Leon fingered her tight young pussy while making increasingly lewd comments to her “Suck that Black dick woman. Oh man, your wife can sure suck cock. Look at her man, she loves it!”

I looked at Amy and instead of my shy innocent bride I saw a hungry cocksucker worshipping a huge Black cock. With the help of some potent weed, Leon had taken advantage of my desire to exhibit my foxy wife and seduced her before my eyes with his huge dark tool.

“So good, yeah suck it girl” Leon groaned “Oh man, she’s making me cum. Shit, she’s good. Grab my johnson man, I want you to feel me cum in her mouth. Go on man, do it, jerk that meat white boy!” His request shocked me but I was so caught up in the moment that I did as he asked. I grabbed the base of his cock and began to jerk him off into Amy’s mouth. His cock felt silky smooth but it was hard as steel inside and I could actually feel it throb it my hand.

Amy pulled back for a moment and stared with wild eyed excitement at me as I held Leon’s throbbing Black dick. She leaned accross to give me a kiss and share the funky taste of his dark tool with me before returning her attention to his cock. She wrapped her  lips around the fat Black tip and eagerly suckled it while staring into my eyes with a look of intense anticipation.

Leon started to grunt each time I squeezed his shaft and then with a loud growl he started coming in Amy’s mouth. Her eyes opened wide as she struggled to swallow his load and I could actually feel his cock twitch with each spurt of cum. His cum came faster than she could swallow and the remainder escaped her lips and ran down his shaft, coating my hand with hot sticky cum.

Amy let his cock slip from her lips and sat up while licking the last of his cum off of her lips. I pulled my hand back, wiping the cum off my hand as Leon sat up with this smug grin on his face. His cock was still as hard as a rock and I envied his obvious sexual stamina.

“Yeah baby, that was nice. Now it’s time to check out that tight little pussy of yours. Lay back and spread em honey, it’s hammer time” he said while moving towards her.

Amy only looked over at me with this wild look in her eye, not moving a muscle as Leon knelt in front of her. His cock throbbed in her face and she kept switching her gaze between his cock and me. It was obvious that she wanted it but was worried about how I felt. I was still terribly excited but not quite ready to actually let him fuck her.

“Hey man, I said nervously “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Maybe we should go now.” Leon ignored me and pushed her knees apart, forcing her back on the blanket while her shapely thighs parted to reveal her plump little pussy. Rubbing his cock along her moist slit he asked her ” Go on baby, tell your man what you want.

“Jimmy, please” Amy begged softly while staring at Leon’s throbbing tool “Please, honey, just this once!”  Leon watched me as I struggled to deal with this bizarre request from my precious young bride.

“C’mon man, she wants it bad. Reach over here and guide it in for us. Show her how much you love her.”

Feeling like I was in a trance, my lust won out and I reached out to grab his hard Black dick. I guided it to Amy’s moist pussy and worked the fat knob between her swollen lips. Amy gasped at the first contact and then whimpered as Leon dropped down on top of her. His hands gripping her asscheeks as he slowly slid his huge cock inside her tight pussy. He fucked her gently at first, slowly sliding the first half of his cock in and out of her stretched lips. He also leaned down to kiss her and she responded by wrapping her arms around him and eagerly returning his kiss. My cocked throbbed with passion as I watched this muscular Black stud slowly fucking my sweet redheaded wife. His dark oily skin made a powerful contrast with Amy’s creamy pale flesh.

Her kiss seemed to excite him further and he began fucking her harder, driving more and more of his cock deep into her. With a growl he drove his cock in to the hilt and held perfectly still, letting her adjust to his huge member. Amy broke the kiss and squealed out “Oh god honey, he’s big! It hurts but it feels so good.” She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and her hands moved to squeeze his muscular asscheeks.

Leon slowly withdrew his amazing cock until just the tip was left in my wife and then just as slowly drove it back inside her. I scooted behind him and could see her pink lips stretched around the base of his dark shaft. As he pulled back I could see his shaft coated with her sweet pussy juice, an obvious sign of her arousal.

He fucked her slowly for awhile, savoring the feeling of her tight young cunt clinging to his thick shaft. As he fucked her he whispered lewd things into her ear and Amy eagerly responded, begging him to fuck her harder.

As his excitement grew he picked up the pace and fiercely rammed his cock into her over and over again. His body gleamed with sweat in the hot sun as he pounded into my wife like a man possessed.

Amy squealed as if in pain with each thrust and then her whole body stiffened as a powerful orgasm wracked her slender frame. With a loud grunt Leon slammed his cock into her and his cock twitched as he came deep inside her. The feeling of his cock erupting inside her only seemed to enhance her orgasm as she growled and whimpered in the throws of a powerfull orgasm. I could see his ass muscles clench as his cock sprurted cum deep inside her hot wet pussy.

Finally he rolled of her and lay next to her shapely body, his cock covered in their combined juices. Amy sat up and as she realized what she had done her face flushed with shame. She splipped her suite back on and quickly gathered our things while mumbing something about ‘having to go now’. Leon just laid there with this nasty smile on his face and said “Thanks Red! That was fun. Why don’t you two come back this weekend and meet some of my buddies?”

Amy said softly “Well see” but as we walked to the car she took my hand and said shyly “Honey, do you think we could come back on Saturday? Please!”

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Like us, Jack and Doreen had decided to hold off on having kids for a while, especially as Jack got his new business started. Brad, my husband was a carpenter by trade, and it naturally worked into the two of them going into business. They now designed and made deluxe beautifully styled wooden lawn furniture. Jack more or less ran the business end of things, while Brad entertained himself with designing new pieces, or improving those they had already placed into production. You’d have thought they’d grow tired of working together, but inevitably, they’d end up out in Brad’s workshop most Saturday’s, tinkering around with a new product, spending a goodly portion of the day together amidst sawdust and varnish. But just as their friendship had bloomed, so had Doreen’s, and mine we were now virtually inseparable.

A year earlier Brad and I had put in a new hot tub, Jack and Brad had laid in the new beautiful redwood deck as well, and then just continued on with the project, building another out back of our friends place. Though our backyards were fenced of course with an eight-foot privacy fence, we had kept the two back yards between our homes together. That made it a lot easier for larger gatherings for one, with each of us invited to the others regardless of who was coming. In a way, we had seriously become family. And that made it a lot easier to hot tub as well, which we did often. We had let Jack and Doreen know that they could come over any time to use it, or entertain in it even if we weren’t there. Such was the level of trust and friendship we had all gained for one another. So when the time came to put the tub in, and when Brad announced it would be a “skins” only tub, neither Jack or Doreen had any qualms about doing that whatsoever.

I was surprised at how comfortable we all were when we got naked in front of one another for the first time. There was no real awkwardness associated with it aside from the initial embarrassment, but that soon melted away the more we got together. Just sitting in the tub late at night relaxing, having a few drinks and busily chatting away soon overcame whatever inhibitions about being naked in front of one another anyone of us might have had. I’d never really had nor entertained thoughts of being with another woman, though after the second night of sitting out in the hot tub together, Brad and I had enjoyed a rather wild passionate night together. Part of which had come out of our confessions at being aroused at the sight of our friends. Doreen had slightly larger breasts than my own, and had even confided to me a while back how sensitive her nipples were. Apparently she could just about climax simply by having them played with. Mine too were very sensitive, something that Brad certainly appreciated as just feeling his hands on me would very often arouse me to the point of uninhibited, wild abandoned sex, though normally, I would blush at the mere thought of anything outside of the norm.

Secretly, I had of course enjoyed and gotten admittedly aroused over seeing Jack naked too. And though I certainly hadn’t seen him in an aroused state, even flaccid, his penis looked to be more than adequate, and I had found myself wondering, even fantasizing about what it might look like when erect. Doreen had likewise confessed to me the same thing about Brad several days later as we sat over coffee discussing how much fun we had all had together, and how comfortable with our being nude in front of one another we had all become.

To pretend there wasn’t an air of sexual tension whenever we got together would be lying. There was, though so far we’d only suggestively flirted in front of one another, while all were present, and never done anything behind one another’s backs. Our friendship was too important and precious for any of us to even consider doing anything outside of that. But … we had the last time actually fucked in front of one another while out in the tub. It had been a very erotic and enjoyable evening for all of us. And though I still hadn’t seen Jack’s hard cock even in doing that, it was exciting enough to watch them doing it there in the water beside us as we did. We had later, discussed the possibility, though at the time I treated it as more fantasy of thought than anything really serious, each of us wondering what it might be like to extend that erotic naughty coupling we’d enjoyed together, into some mutual touching perhaps.

We’d discussed it, ended up getting aroused by it, and had fucked one another silly. But we hadn’t pursued it any further after that either. I had soon learned that Jack and Doreen had been having very similar thoughts and discussions, and it was slowly starting to look like that could become a very real possibility. The following weekend, we’d indeed taken it one more step, though not necessarily a big one. Though for me at the time, it was. I had never done or experienced anything like that before.

We had started out flirting, teasing one another just as we’d done before, but to my surprise, this time when the boys suggested we touch one another’s boobs, we actually did! I think the fact that we actually did surprised them both, and they then of course urged us to do more. But neither Doreen or I went beyond that, though we had in fact kissed, enjoyed the kissing along with some additional booby grabbing, much to Jack and Brad’s delight. That had led to Jack caressing my breasts to some extent, and Brad playing with Doreen’s. It was again all in fun, though it had left us all fully aroused and very excited, once again ending up with us all fucking in front of one another. And this time, I had finally seen Jack’s hard cock as he shoved it in and out of his wife, as she had turned around there in the hot-tub as he stood behind her fucking her doggy style. Needless to say, Brad soon urged me to do the same, which we did. Sitting there side by side with Doreen as she and I looked over at one another, occasionally even kissing while our husbands fucked us simultaneously together was one of the most erotic experiences of my entire life.

I was already looking forward to the following morning, Saturday, when as was usually the case, I’d end up spending the morning with Doreen over coffee. It was then that the two of us would usually compare notes, talk and candidly share what we were thinking with one another without much if any reservation in doing so.

“Cindy?” I heard my husband calling out to me. “You have any plans I’m not aware of for today?” he’d asked.

I knew where this was going, as was also usual, he was anxious to tinker around out in the shop. He’d recently been fooling around with a brand new design for a lounge chair, and Jack in fact had mentioned coming over the night before in helping him with it.

“Not until later on this evening,” I responded back,” Just the barbeque we spoke about having last night,” I reminded him. “You promised to pick up the steaks remember? Doreen and I are putting together the potato salad this morning to go with it. So as long as you’re still planning on doing that for me, I don’t really have anything else that needs doing.”

I could see the excitement in his eyes, it was evident he was anxious to get working on it, promising he’d pick up the steaks long before getting together. I had laughed, passing Jack on the way over to their house as he came out the back door of theirs heading over to join Brad out in the workshop. Doreen and I immediately got to work cutting up potatoes along with several other things, and then took a break, sitting down at her kitchen table in order to enjoy a cup of coffee together and have a bit of a chat.

“That was damn naughty fun last night wasn’t it?” Doreen began. “I don’t think that Jack and I have ever been that aroused, or as horny before,” she told me. I was surprised at her candid revelation, though Brad and I had pretty much said the same things ourselves. “In fact…” Doreen paused looking at me, and I could see she was trying to gage my reaction before speaking her thoughts. “Jack told me how erotic it would be to see Brad fucking me while he fucked you side by side the way we did it last night.” Doreen let that hang for a moment, waiting for my response. At first, I was caught a little off guard by it. Talking about it, even fantasizing about it was one thing, actually doing it … was another.

“Yeah, we’ve obviously discussed that a little too,” I told her without coming out and saying it was something we would do, or wouldn’t do. “But yes, it really was a rather naughty night wasn’t it?” I tossed back at her remembering the way her hands had felt on my breasts as she played with them, and the way mine had when I’d first touched hers.

“You ever done anything with another woman before?” She asked.

“No, not really, have you?”

Doreen laughed. “A couple of times yes. Once way back in high school, and another just before I met and married Jack. One of those girls night out things, not quite a bachelorette party really, as he hadn’t officially asked me to marry him yet, though I knew then he was soon going to. But I’d gone out with a group of friends, one of which was an old high school friend I hadn’t seen in years. I had always known of course that she had a thing for women, but she’d never approached me in all the time I had known her. Until that night.”

I was intrigued, admittedly getting a little aroused hearing this. “Go on … don’t leave me hanging!” I urged her, once again hearing her laugh and smile. She actually reached over, giving my breast a quick cop and a feel before standing up to pour us both some more coffee. I was pleasantly surprised to feel my nipple respond to her touch, quick as it was, and through the material of my bra when she did it. “You’re nasty you know that?” I teased her. Doreen looked over the rim of her glasses towards me as she poured our fresh coffee.

“If you only knew,” she half murmured, just loud enough that I overheard her.

“Knew what?” I asked taking the bait.

“Can you keep a secret?” she asked.

“Of course I can! But you of all people should know that!” I said honestly intrigued now.

Doreen studied me for a moment silently as though weighing if she should in fact share with me whatever secret it was. I could see however that whatever it was, she was worried about telling me. Obviously even as close as we were, she was unsure of my response, or how I might actually react to whatever it was.

“I enjoy being with women as much as I enjoy being with men,” she said softly, only then looking at me directly. “Though obviously, it’s not like I’m out there running around doing that or anything, especially since I haven’t been with another woman since Jack and I got married. But I certainly think about it, a lot. And then after last night, just touching you as briefly as I had, I knew then and there, I wanted to do more with you. A lot more! Does that shock you? Surprise you?” she asked.

It did, and I told her so. We were too good of friends for me not to. But I didn’t tell her in such a way as to have been offended by her revelation. For one thing, I had gotten pretty aroused myself when she had. Added to that, Brad had gotten obviously aroused as well, so much so that we had not only fucked outside in the hot-tub next to our friends, but had done so again after going into the house to bed. We had a pretty good sex-life, always had had, but it was still rare that Brad ever got it up more than once during the same night.

“So that it does surprise me a little on the one hand,” I then began offering, “It doesn’t really surprise me all that much on the other, after all, I was certainly aroused myself as you well knew Doreen. And I will honestly admit, I enjoyed playing with you too,” I told her. She smiled at that, obviously relieved.

“I hoped that you were,” she told me. “Touching you, kissing you, turned both Jack and I on tremendously too,” she informed me. “Even after we went back inside the house, Jack attacked me again even before we got upstairs to the bedroom!”

I laughed at that, sharing with her our very similar experience. “Obviously, seeing the two of us doing even the little we did do had quite an impact on the boys didn’t it?”

“Obviously,” Doreen said smiling back at me. “And not only that, but Jack really was horny just thinking about Brad’s hard stiff cock fucking me too, and he you as well,” she then added. “One of my biggest fantasies in fact, and Jack’s, is to have another man fucking me from behind while he goes down on me at the same time.”

“Holy shit! Seriously? He’d do that?” I said in surprised wonder. She’d just painted a very vivid image in my own head, wondering what that would actually feel like, let alone look like. But I couldn’t imagine for a moment Brad doing something like that himself. Doing the fucking maybe, but certainly not the pussy licking with another man’s cock in such close proximity.

“Yeah, he would,” Doreen said seriously once again. “Jack’s not at all homophobic, he’s in fact admitted to me on more than one occasion that he enjoys seeing other men’s cocks squirt, things like that. And that as a young boy, he had in fact had a few encounters with other guys his age, circle jerks, things like that.”

I couldn’t remember Brad saying anything one way or the other that would indicate his thoughts on that either way. I knew he in fact worked with one guy who was actually gay, and said he really like the guy, that he was a natural with woodworking and had hired him on. But beyond that, he hadn’t mentioned or said another thing about it. And we’d certainly seen more than one x-rated movie together, and I had recalled him asking me if I liked the way one guys cock looked as opposed to someone else’s, but I’d always assumed he was just trying to get me to express myself openly to him, getting me even hotter than I already was, which it had. Still, there really hadn’t been anything said one way or the other that might lead me to believe he’d still be ok with doing something like that himself.

“Anyway,” Doreen went on standing up. “I enjoyed last night, and I’d enjoy doing that again, and even more if you and Brad would be ok with that,” she now openly confessed laughing. “Even Brad told me to go for it afterwards,” she said which did surprise me.

“Brad told you to go for it?”

“Yeah, he did,” Doreen chuckled walking over to stand in front of me. I looked down just as my dear friends hands came up, resting easily, lightly upon my breasts. At first I didn’t know what to think, or even how to react, so I basically did nothing, which Doreen took as a sign to continue. She began to softly caress me then, even beginning to undo the buttons on my blouse, which I allowed her to do as she opened it. And even though I still had my bra on, the touch of her hands through it had rapidly hardened my nipples, enough so that they soon pressed fully, quite needfully through the material of my bra. I felt light headed as she thumbed them, teasing each, soon after lifting my own hands and then placing them on hers as well. We stood there, caressing and touching one another, the heat and moisture between my legs swiftly coming to a boil. I began to wonder where all this was heading, if I’d even allow it to head there, when the phone rang, giving me a much needed breather to think all this through.

But the reality was, my panties were now soaked, seriously so. And I made a hand signal to Doreen as she stood talking on the phone to her sister that I was heading back over to the house, but would be right back. I didn’t tell her the reason why, or that I needed to change my panties, which I seriously needed to do. But I was also semi-grateful for the “cool down” opportunity, which had presented itself in order to have a moment to think about what had just happened between us.

Doreen nodded her head knowingly, and apologetically for needing to talk to her sister who had called her at such an inopportune time. Just before l walked out the back door heading home, I saw Doreen undo the last remaining buttons on her blouse, taking it off as she talked, wondering as I saw her do that what she might be expecting, even wanting after I had returned.

Normally, it was a pretty straight shot across the yard door to door. Brad’s small little workshop had been set up off in the far corner of the yard, far enough away from the house that it wasn’t too noisy whenever he was outside working for me to hear him. And in doing it that way, it hadn’t at all detracted from the deck or any of the other landscaping either, something I had insisted on. I couldn’t hear either the sander or the power saw being used, and decided to take a quick side trip, check on how the boys were doing with their latest project before heading back inside the house in order to change my now very wet panties. My nipples still tingling with excitement from recently having felt Doreen’s hands playing with them. To be honest, I think I was just trying to give myself some time to think about what had just happened, and what I was honestly dealing with here. Arousal yes, but confusion too. Doreen was after all my best friend, and Jack now Brads. The last thing I wanted to do, attracted or not, was fuck up our friendship. I needed time to think.

I crossed the yard, heading towards Brad’s workshop. Passing along side of the building, I happened to glance into the small window just before reaching the door. I nearly tripped over myself when I did, glancing, and then more purposely looking in. At first my eyes refused to believe what they were seeing, and I even tried to convince myself that they weren’t. And then I looked again and stood there with my mouth agape at what I saw.

Initially, it looked as though the two of them were just standing there talking with one another. But I realized upon seeing them, that didn’t look exactly right either. They were standing awfully damn close together if they were. And then I saw movement, just enough to refocus my eyes in that direction. Even then, it took a moment more for me to accept what I saw was in fact what I was standing there watching! Each had the other’s cock in their hand, and was standing there jerking one another off!

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There was no doubt about it either, and though I had quickly ducked down beneath the window, I had slowly stood once again, this time being even more careful before looking in. Sure enough, they really were. The expression on my husband’s face was simply put, orgasmic. It was evident he was enjoying Jack’s hand on his dick as he stood there fondling it. And likewise, Jack too held a lusty pleasure in it, my husband’s hand obviously working his shaft in much the same way. I ducked down, and then walked back across the yard back into Doreen’s house.

My heart was beating wildly. I had been confused enough as it was before, and I was even more so now. The emotions that were swirling around inside my head had made me dizzy, so much so that I actually thought I might collapse. I felt a twinge of what…”Jealousy?” I wondered, and then shook that off. I wasn’t really jealous, not really … more like in shock. The thought of Brad of all people being fondled by another man wasn’t something I would have ever imagined in a million years. I entered our friend’s house, Doreen just then remerging into the kitchen from having come from upstairs. She had changed shirts, instead of the blouse she’d been wearing, she now had on a tight fighting light blue tee shirt, and she was obviously no longer wearing a bra. Stenciled lettering across the front read, “These tits are his.” Her twin hard little points were almost obscenely pressing against the front of her shirt, and though my eyes found them immediately, I looked up at her face. My expression showing her when I did, that I was indeed in somewhat of a state of shock.

“Cindy? What’s wrong?”

I was seriously at a loss for words, and I basically collapsed down into the kitchen chair I’d been standing there holding onto.

“Cindy?” she said again, now worriedly so.

“The boys…” I barely managed trying to catch my breath not to mention my thoughts.

“What about them? Is something wrong? Something happen?” she now asked with a great deal of fear and concern in her tone of voice.

“Nothing wrong,” I managed then seeing the relief in her eyes when I said that. “But they were … they were…”

“What?” They were what?”

I looked at her and simply blurted it out. “They were standing there jerking one another off!”

She laughed, “What?”

That’s when I stood up, finding my legs again. “Follow me,” I said simply, and then headed back outside the house, Doreen following behind me. I reached the side of the shop in seconds, and then stood, once again ducking beneath the window, motioning for Doreen to do the same. She hesitated only for a moment, and then did so. The two of us now crouched down beneath the window.

“Just peek over the edge,” I cautioned her. “Maybe they’re still doing it,” It had been less than a minute or two since all this had happened, so maybe they still were. As she stood up, I did, each of us looking inside, literally just in time as we did so.

We were just in time to see my husband’s prick exploding. Neither one of them looking our way, too engrossed in one another to be too terribly worried about that. And though Brad no longer held Jack’s cock, his was still poking straight out of his pants as he had turned off to one side, his hand however still jacking my husband’s prick as Doreen and I stood there watching it spurt. Ribbon after ribbon of his spunk leaping from his prick, landing within the sawdust covered floor of the shop as the two of them stood there watching it.

“Holy fuck shit!” Doreen moaned. I glanced over at her, wondering if she was as shocked in seeing this as I was … and then was surprised again as she lowered her hand down between her legs, between the Kulots she was wearing. I stood there watching her hand as it slipped up between her legs, Doreen actually now standing there fingering herself openly. I looked back inside the window, Jack was just then giving my husband’s prick a final little sperm shake. Having done that, Brad once again reached over, taking Jack’s prick in hand, and now began pumping it just as furiously as Jack had been doing to his. To my own amazement, I found myself erotically charged, suddenly aroused at actually seeing this, though I was still a bit dazed by all of it. But with Doreen having thrown caution to the wind now entirely, she’d even gone so far as to lift her tee shirt up and over her breasts. In exposing them, one hand playing with and pulling on one of her gorgeous pink nipples, the other still obviously buried between her legs, I could now hear in addition to everything else, the wet slippery sounds that her fingers were making as she fucked herself with them.

“Fuck!” I now moaned openly, my own sudden arousal consuming me. Whatever emotions, fears, anxiety or concerns I might have had earlier at seeing this, had suddenly evaporated. Now … the realization my husband, and Doreen’s had felt comfortable enough to even do this much had seized me like a vice around my clit. I too began rubbing myself, unbuttoning my shorts, my hand quickly slipping beneath the waistband of my thoroughly now soaked panties, which had I changed, would have been even wetter now than before. It was only a few brief moments longer when Jack’s cock suddenly began discharging his spunk. And as he had done to Brad, so now did Brad do for Jack. Aiming his prick downwards, Doreen and I both stood there watching, fingering ourselves as Jack’s prick suddenly lurched, he … tossing his head back in obvious ecstasy though neither of us could hear him. And just as Brad had done, Jack too now shot wad after wad of his white sticky cream into the sawdust of the floor in the workshop.

“Come on,” Doreen whispered once again ducking down, and then ran across the yard back into her house with me following closely behind. The moment we got inside, Doreen turned to me, grinning from ear to ear. “Was that the fucking hottest thing you’ve ever seen before?” she asked.

Admittedly, it had been. But with the rush of excitement gradually diminishing, so too did the previous thoughts I’d had begin to return.

“Should we say anything?” I asked. Doreen could see the look on my face was one of worry, even fear about all this rather than excitement which I had clearly shown only moments ago.

“Why?” She asked. “Are you upset? Angry? Is what we saw them doing upsetting to you?”

“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. On the one hand, I sort of was. On the other however, I had found it highly erotic, admittedly. I mean after all, I had stood there fingering myself alongside Doreen while she did, each of us watching our husband’s jerking one another off! “No … not really I guess,” I then added. “Just surprised is all. Never in a million years would I ever think Brad would actually do something like that, I mean he’s never even hinted or mentioned the fact he might be interested or aroused by doing something like that before now.”

“Sounds like the two of you need to talk about this,” Doreen told me, though she again smiled. “And I will say this, because I DO know and trust Jack, I know that he certainly will. Maybe not today, or even tonight, but I know that he will. And because he will, I’m willing to bet, he’s already telling Brad even as we speak, that he should probably tell you about it too.”

“Really? You think he will?” I asked. And suddenly for some odd reason, I actually felt better about that.

“Trust me … he will,” Doreen encouraged me. “But … until he does, you need to make me a promise,” she then ventured. “Don’t approach him about it first, let him come to you about it. And … I also think there’s a way we can make it a hell of a lot easier for them both to do so.”

“How?” I wondered.

“Tonight, after the barbeque, after we’ve all had a chance to relax and digest our food … you and I are going to put on a little show for the boys.”

“We are?”

“Oh yes honey … we are. We are indeed!”

As promised Brad picked up some delicious steaks along with a couple of bottles of really nice wine. We as usual had enjoyed a really nice dinner together outside on one of the picnic tables that Brad and Jack had made. As we sat digesting our food, opening the second bottle of wine, my mind was already spinning in wonder at what Doreen had mentioned earlier. She hadn’t really gone into specifics, telling me only that she had something in mind, and told me to follow her lead when she felt it was the best time to tease them a little.

Doreen was still wearing her “These tits are his” tee shirt, which Jack had noticed early on, coming up to her, placing his hands squarely around her boobs when he did. He had smiled at the two of us as he stood fondling his wife’s breasts. “My favorite tee shirt!” he announced jovially, even going so far as to lift the front of it, baring them briefly, teasingly as he did so before Doreen had slapped his hands away.

“Not at the moment they’re not,” she laughed, half seriously.

We had cleared away the dishes, the guys sitting out on the patio discussing one of the new lounge chair designs. Doreen walked over to me with a black erasable marker. “X out the word his on my shirt,” she told me. “And then write the word hers on it instead.”

I looked quizzically towards her, but took the pen and did as she’d asked me to do. “Now what?”

“As soon as they even notice the change, that’ll be our cue,” she told me. “That’s when you come over, lift up my blouse, and start playing with my tits.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. After a few moments of that, expect me to start doing the same thing for you too.”

“Ok, then what?”

“Just go with the flow,” Doreen said her eyes suddenly looking sultry as she smiled at me. “Just pretend that they’re not even there,” she then added. “Let’s see how far we can actually take this, and see if we’ll get them to fess up about this morning’s activity out in the shop. I’m sure if we tease them enough, and imply that we might do more than just titty-tease one another, if they’re willing to do something for us too, we might just get them to spill everything.”

I wasn’t honestly sure that would really work, but it was worth a try. And surprisingly, the thought of Doreen playing with my breasts again, and me hers while the guys watched, not at all expecting us to do so, was rather arousing as I stood there thinking about it.

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We had been going out for about a year when it first happened.  We were asking each other about our sexual history.  She asked me if I had ever had a three some.  I told that I was involved in a few of them with my cousin Joe and my friend Albert.  They liked to show how they could get a girl to do anything for them, even have sex with us.  She wanted me to go into details and tell her all that happened.  I told her about on girl in particular.  My friend Albert had a girlfriend that we would share often.  We would go out to a bar or club then come back to my house and fuck her all night.  On one occasion my cousin Joe was with us and he joined in making it a four some.  I told her that we had taken pictures of the orgy and she wanted to see them.  I told her that my cousin Joe kept the pictures and she was disappointed.  I could tell that she was getting hot as I described everything that happened.  I began to rub her pussy and she was wet.  We had great sex that night.

Afterwards, as we lay in bed I asked her how she felt about having sex with someone else.  She said that it excited her but she did not want to risk ruining our relationship and did not want my friends to think she was a slut.  I assured her that it would not damage our relationship and that my friends would only like her more if she did it.  After asking if I was sure several times she finally agreed to do it.  I told her that next weekend we would go out to a club and come back home after to gang bang her.

The following week I told my cousin about my plan.  I told him that Brenda was ready to get gang banged.  He said that it was about time I got some pussy to share with the boys.  Joe and Albert had both gotten a girl to let us fuck her and now it was my turn. I told him that we were going out to the club on Friday and we would take her back to my place as usual.  I also told him that I was inviting Albert so he could get some too.

The weekend finally came and I went to pick up Brenda first.  She had on a short black skirt and a tight dark red blouse that showed lots of cleavage.  Since we have been married she has put on a little weight but back then she was even hotter.  Brenda was about 5’, short blonde hair, 100lbs, slim waist and a great ass.  She said she dressed sexy so that hopefully my friends would want her.  I assured her that they would defiantly want her.  We then went to get Joe and Albert.  We arrived at the club around 11 o’ clock.  Joe and Albert told me how hot Brenda looked and how they could not wait to get her back to my place.  I told them to be patient and let’s just have some fun for now.  We all danced with Brenda for several hours.  The club played lots of hip hop music and we would surround Brenda and rub our crotches into her while we danced.  It was getting late and the club was getting ready to close so we decided to leave.

We went back to my house to have some more drinks and get high.  We all grabbed a drink and went to the living room.  Brenda sat between Joe and me on the couch.  Albert was sitting at a table behind us rolling a joint.  As we watched TV, I was rubbing Brenda’s thigh and moving up to her pussy.  Joe was pretending that he was not looking at us so pulled her thong to the side and began to finger Brenda’s pussy.  She was already wet and my finger slid right in.  She threw her head back and closed her eyes.  We now had Joe’s attention.  I reached for one of her breast and he grabbed the other.  She was getting wetter as I fingered her pussy and reached into our laps and rubbed our cocks.  Joe quickly pulled out his cock before I could even get my zipper down.  Brenda began to stroke Joe’s cock while I stood to call Albert.  When I turned to call him, he was already taking off his pants.  I stared to do the same.  Brenda had dropped to her knees in front of Joe and was licking his 8 inch cock all over.  Albert walked up to Brenda with his 9 inch cock sticking straight out in front of him.  She saw him and turned to take his cock in her mouth.  Joe stood up and we surrounded Brenda with our dicks in her face.  She was sucking Albert while stroking Joe and myself.  She would go from cock to cock sucking while stroking the other two with her free hands.  She sucked us all for about 10 minutes.  She would swallow as much as she could while we grabbed her head and fucked her face.  Joe was the first to fuck her.  He pulled off her skirt and bent her over on the couch.

Albert sat in front of her and she continued to suck him off.  Joe pulled Brenda’s thong to the side and slid his cock into her pussy in one thrust.  He fucked her hard for about ten minutes while she sucked Albert’s cock.  She moaning around Albert’s cock as Joe pounded her pussy.  I was sitting on a chair enjoying the site of my girlfriend fucking and sucking my cousin and Albert.  Suddenly she began to moan even louder.  I did not notice it but Joe trying to shove his thick prick into her in the ass.  I had never done this with her before so it surprised me that she let my cousin take her virgin asshole.  It took him a few minutes but he soon had the same rhythm going on her ass as he did with her pussy.  Joe then told Albert to let her sit on his cock.  Albert sat on the couch and she mounted him.  Albert was bigger than both of us but his cock slid right into her pussy with no trouble.  Joe went behind her and stuck his cock back in her ass.  She was moaning loudly as they stuffed her pussy and ass at the same time.  I stood in front of her and shoved my dick into her mouth.  Joe was the first to pump his load into her ass.  He held her hips tightly and pushed his cock all the way in her.  He held it there for a few minutes while Albert continued to fuck her pussy slowly.  Finally Joe pulled out and gobs of cum ran out of her ass and onto the couch.  Albert quickly got up and took her doggy style.  He fucked her pussy hard for over 20 minutes.  I continued to have her suck my cock but I could not hold out that long and shot my load into her mouth.  I took a seat and watched as my friend continued to fuck my girlfriend.  Finally Albert pulled his cock out of Brenda and stood in front of her.  He aimed his cock at her face and shot his load all over her.  I gave her a towel to clean up while we smoked that joint.

We fucked her again a couple more times each that night.  We also had a few more gang bangs with my cousin and my friend.  We also had had a few with some of her friends as well.

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We had a great sex life, or at least I thought we did, but it had become routine and the excitement   was no longer there.

One night while having sex I ask her what we could do to   put some excitement back in to your love life. She said no and I asked her  if  she ever had any fantasies. She told me no but her girl friend had got her  hot  and curious by telling her some of the things she and her husband had  been  doing, and I said like what? She told me that they were swingers and  belonged to  a swingers club. I said you are curious about another men fucking you?  She said  she didn’t know why but the thought of it made her wet and horny as  hell. I said  can I tell you something without you getting pissed. She said  yes and I told her  that I have had a fantasy for a long time about watching her  fuck with another  man. She said  would it bother you watching me, and I told  her no, that I  thought it would be exciting as hell. I got brave and asked  her if she wanted to  try it. She got so turned on and excited that she was  fucking like I had never  seen her before and was saying yes over and over. I  wanted to see how excited I  could get her and told her I want to hear you moan  and to see your face and  body covered with cum. She was still saying yes and said just hearing you  talk  about loaning me to other men makes me wet. I said ok talk to Judy (that was her girl friends name), and see if we can   join the club and set it up.

The next night while we were fucking, she was so   excited and told me that we were in and to be ready Friday night that Judy and   her husband would pick us up.

Friday night came around quickly and   when  Judy  and her husband picked us up my wife introduced them to me, and  on the way  there I noted Judy’s husbands eyes were glued on my wife’s  tits.

We where  greeted at the door and asked to put our car keys in a  bowl. We entered a room  full of couples and just standing around drinking and  talking, Judy brought   us a drink introduced us to the group. After a while, the host said it’ s time and we were taken to a large room with  mattresses lined around the  walls. The host was standing in the middle shaking  the keys around in the  bowl and said who is first. One of the girls reached in  the bowl and pull out a  set of keys. It seemed  the owner of the keys where  the one you were  partnered with. A man walked over and claimed his keys. He and his partner had to strip in  front of everyone  and then took their place in front of  one of the mattresses.

When it came to my wife’s turn she reached in and pulled  out a set of keys and  held them up. Oh my god I thought, this is her first time  with another man and a  big black guy walked out and claimed his keys. Without  hesitation my wife and  the guy striped. Before they got to their mattress he had  his hand on her  tits and she looked shocked to see how long and thick his black  cock was.  I was also shocked how much bigger he was than me. Damn he had a big dick.

A  cute little red head pull my keys out and we striped and took  our place in front  of our  mattress.  When the bowl as empty  the  host said let the action  begin and have fun. I am glad the little red head  took charge and went down on  my cock because I couldn’t  take my eyes off  what was happening to my wife.

He  had his big black  finger  in her  pussy working on it hard and pulling and  twisting her hard nipples. A couple of  minutes later he shoved his cock into  my wife’s pouting lips. I heard my wife  gag as he  fucked her mouth with all  of his cock.  I was afraid he was  hurting her, but she was moaning around his  cock and grinding her pussy on   his finger.

I was so hard and excited  watching my wife that I blew my load in  the little red heads mouth. She swallowed  and kept sucking on my still hard cock. Then  she impaled herself on me and  started fucking me like a wild  woman.  The black guy had now removed his cock from my  wife’s mouth and was  fucking her big tits. Soon my slut wife had a load of  cum on he face, in her  mouth as well as her tits. He now went down on her and  was eating her out. She  was just laying there moaning and licking the cum  from around her mouth and  rubbing it all over her big tits and sucking her  fingers. I then heard her scream  oh hell  I am Cumming! He kept sucking her juices  and she was going  crazy.

He now got up between her legs and drove his huge  cock in to her  wet pussy with one stroke. She let out a scream that turned heads  her way.

The  little red head finally came and fell limp on me. I started  playing with her tits  and nipples while I watched my wife. The Black man was  fucking her so hard and  deep her while body was shaking so hard  I thought her big  tits were going  the fly off  her chest. My wife was screaming so loud for  him to fuck her  harder that she had every one’s attention.

I watched  my wife become a  black cock whore her first time with another man.
When we  got home I asked  her if she was alright and she smiled and said she was looking  forward to the  next club meeting.

I guess the reason she is a BCW is because he has a much bigger dick….

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Feeling rather fat after my meal I threw myself into the nearest armchair and let Sarah do the honours. I smiled at her as she threw me a look of mock outrage, let down by the obvious smile behind it. We had always had a playful relationship.

“Okay sweetheart, but you get the next one,” she leaned over and gave me a kiss, a kiss which all but said an early night may be on the cards

Sarah was 36 years old with cascading auburn/brown hair and little overweight, although this did nothing to dampen her good looks..in fact in my opinion it emphasised them. She had still managed to maintain an attractive hourglass figure and even as I watched her in an old pair of blue canvas trousers and a white woollen jumper it was clear she had lost nothing for which I had married her over twenty years ago.

“Oh my god… Jez,” Sarah cried out in genuine surprise as she opened the front door. “What are you doing here?..how did you know where I lived?…come on in”

I heard the keychain in the front door rattle as it closed and the voices getting louder along the hallway and in walked Sarah followed by a huge burley black man whom I had not seen before.

He was clearly around our age but he was obviously wearing it better than I. Whereas my middle age spread was definitely showing there was not one ounce of superfluous fat on the guy, and with striking features, good teeth and only the merest suggestion of grey flecks to give his age away, I couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious.

“Jez, this is my husband Michael O’Hanlon, Michael this is Jez and old friend of mine.”

“Good to know you…..Mike.” I stood and offered him my hand and I wished I hadn’t. Not only did he dwarf me, adding to my self consciousness, but he also squeezed my hand slightly too hard to have been an accident and I swore I could have noticed a a touch of contempt as he said my name.

“She says old friend, but its really old boyfriend” said Jez, again I noticed the hint of a sneer as he said it and once again I felt on edge, especially as I noticed Sarah blush. We had never really discussed her past much and I was surprised to find that a black man had been part of it, She had never mentioned before an attraction to black men, but she had never really expressed any negative opinion of it either.

As soon as he released my hand, he turned away from me and for the next five or ten minutes it was as if I wasn’t even there.

It transpired that he had spoken to Sarah’s mother which is where he had got our address and was in town for the next couple of days catching up on relatives, this being the first time he had been back since moving away to start a career twenty-five years ago, a career that had obviously flourished judging by the quality cut of his clothes.

After a drink was made and we had been sitting chatting for about twenty more minutes, the talk unavoidable turned to the past and when Jez and Sarah had been an item. It started off innocently enough, talking about how they had met, the mutual friends that they had, and Sarah seemed happier than I had seen her in ages as she reminisced apparently completely oblivious to my presence at all. I was starting to feel jealous.

I had sat on the chair on one side of the room, they had occupied the sofa and they were turned towards each other, Sarah side on to me, but I could see Jez’s face and when Sarah wasn’t looking he was definitely sneering at me now, as if daring me to try and butt in, interrupt or change the subject, but as he could have made mincemeat out of me, I just sat there motionless.

When Jez had gauged the situation completely and realised he was in full control, he turned the talk towards their sex life and how he had deflowered her when she was 17 and how good a fuck she was all through their five year relationship, describing things she had done to him in graphic details and vice versa, things moreover she had never done to me or let me do to her.

For the first time Sarah was looking at me, she was looking shame faced intermittently between me and the floor but she made no effort to stop him talking.

He then told her to look me in the eyes and tell me who was the best fuck she had ever had and why.

My wife turned to me, her eyes glistening slightly with guilty tears and spoke in a voice which sounded sorry but a voice also full of honesty.

“Jez is the best fuck I had ever had, because he was so big.” and finally at last the tear rolled down her cheek

“I still am Sarah, do you wish to see?”

Sarah again looked at me, I was crying now in shame and with jealousy but the look she gave me said everything. Despite our twenty two years of faithful happy marriage, our two grown up children and all that we had known and shared, Jez was undoubtably the love of her life, and she had to do this, she couldn’t disobey him no matter what it might cost.

She turned back to him and nodded silently.

“Stand up Sarah” he ordered her and she did so immediately, “take of your clothes…all of them”

Without question or argument she stood, pulled the jumper over her head and unclasped her bra letting her big beautiful breasts swing free, her small nipples already standing to attention. She reached down and slid her blue canvas trousers down her legs followed by her thong, her hairy pubic mound on full display to both of us, and there she stood completely naked in front of another mans gaze for the first time in many years.

Jez however bent her right over forwards slightly so her face was about a foot or so from mine, and said, “I seem to remember you liking this one a great deal.”

And with that he sucked his index finger and slowly inserted it into my wife’s anus, an area that had been out of bounds for me since I had known her.

Her lips parted with a moan of pleasure as he slowly found his rythym and stroked his finger in and out of her welcoming arse, moaning slightly as he added more. My wife was looking at me the whole time whist she was butt humping his finger.

“Tell Michael how good that is Sarah” ordered Jez

“MMMMM it is so good, I’ve missed you and your fingers. Nobody satisfied me like you did.”

After she reached an orgasm within two minutes he removed his fingers and ordered her to suck them which she did willingly. I gagged. What power must this man possess to get someone to do such a thing.

Jez had also undressed and Sarah was right, the guy was huge and whist he necked what was left of his drink, Sarah held onto it absent mindedly as if she was holding on to a bus strap.

“Right,” said Jez, “we are off to bed”

“I’ll get you some blankets Mike. You can sleep in the spare room” said Sarah, again sorry but none the less excited.

I watched as they walked together hand in hand, naked out of my living room, up my stairs and into my bedroom catching a good few of her now stretched arsehole as she walked, an arsehole already glistening with Jez’s spit

Sarah opened the wardrobe and gave Jez some bedclothes which he all but through at me before slamming the door in my face. And I went weeping into the spare bedroom.

The next two hours were full of the sounds made by two people fucking like crazy, the moans, the banging head boards, the creaking bedsprings. I don’t know how many times he made her cum. I think he made her cum more in two hours than I had in twenty odd years, but then he did have the equipment to do so..almost twice the size of mine and twice as thick.

A one point she was screaming his name telling him to fuck her arse harder, I could even hear them slapping each other around the face and calling each other derogatory names, after one last ear splitting orgasm I was unable to stand it any longer and I went to the room and sat outside the door and peered through the key hole.

Sarah was just dismounting his cock and I could see that her pussy and arsehole were both huge massive chasms and literally dripping with cum. They had not used protection either. My marriage was now in tatters and I knew it.

She lay next to him with her milky white full breasts, now covered in rough finger marks and love bites, draped across his muscular black chest, the contrast of which was enhanced greatly by the glow of the bedside lamp. She also to my shock and horror had a black eye and hand prints on her cheeks and her arse.

“Your still the best fuck I’ve ever had Sarah” said Jez kissing her forehead, “I love you”

“I love you too Jez. I always have.”

This statement more than anything hurt me the most. This was not just animalistic attraction and the physical act of sex. Real emotions were involved..My wife’s emotions, and they were not directed at me.

“What about Mike.” said Jez with mock surprise and even less sincere concern, and Sarah playfully slapped him on the arm smiling.

“No, he is a good man Jez and in a way I do love him. I do not want to cause him any more pain or humiliation than is necessary. And there are the kids to worry about. What are they going to say? But I cannot continue as things were with him…that much is certain. He wouldn’t be able to feel me down there anyway now, and I sure as hell won’t be able to feel him. I didn’t much anyway.”

“You know, I’m leaving tommorow. I would very much like you to come with me, I have good lawyers on my staff, you can be divorced in a few months, then we can get married and do all the things we should have done in the first place.”

If I had been any kind of man I’d have kicked the door in and dragged him out by his hair, but I was kidding myself, if I was going to do this to this physically larger and fitter black guy, I would have done it before he humiliated me by stealing my wife and fucking her.

“That is a big decision Jez, please let me sleep on it” pleaded Sarah

“Who said anything about sleep?” laughed Jez and he pulled her into a long soft sensual kiss which from my viewing place through the keyhole, I could see their tongues intwine.

He once again grabbed a huge black handful of my wife’s white breasts and rolled on top of her, and my last image before I turned back towards the spare bedroom, was Jez positioning his huge thick black cock at my wife’s welcoming pussy opening watching his arse make the first three of his opening thrusts, accompanied by the mewing and cooing of my wife’s pleasure.

They had fucked for another half an hour before all went silent and they fell asleep in each others arms.

The luxury of sleep was denied me as the very real threat of losing my wife was too painful to contemplate and it was with a hasty heart that I approached her on the subject in the kitchen the next morning.

I had heard her and Jez showering together but he had breakfasted and left before I dared to come down.

I found her in the kitchen packing a suitcase, looking if possible both happy and sad. Mixed emotions it seemed.

“So you are going then. Going to get a divorce so you can marry Jez?”

She looked stunned that I knew.

“I was looking and listening through the keyhole last night when he asked you.” I answered to her unspoken question

“That was a bit intrusive wasn’t it?” she asked sounded embarrassed although a little bit of anger also showed in her voice.

“Intrusive?” I interjected for the first time flipping my release valve, ”intrusive is walking into my home, seducing my wife, and shagging in my bed”

“You’re right,” she said not looking up, “you have every reason to be angry, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what you did or sorry for how I feel?” I asked enquiringly

“I’m sorry for how you feel, I cannot be sorry for what I did. I’m in love with him.”

“So you’re leaving me?”

“No, just going away with Jez for a few weeks, we discussed it this morning before you came down. I cannot leave you. I’ve loved you and been faithful to you for the last twenty odd years, you deserve more than this.”

She came over and took both my cheeks in her hands tenderly and kissed my lips softly. She explained that her loyalty and love for me couldn’t just disappear like that overnight. She went on to explain that the closeness we have, the closeness in a way we have always had, was one of platonic companionship, like best friends or like brother and sister, and life without me was unthinkable.

I listened with baited breath whilst the plan she had agreed with Jez was outlined to me. They would go away together for a few weeks and secure a divorce, after which she would marry him. After their marriage they would return here to the house and live as man and wife. My role in the household was to be a second companion for Sarah, but a platonic friend and confidant only. I would permanently sleep in the spare room, but it would be fully understood however, that my relationship as far as anything sexual goes was over completely.

I loved Sarah so much that I agreed to the proposals, I too couldn’t live without her having been such a part of my life for so long.

Sarah and Jez were married six months later, I was asked to be the best man which I agreed to willingly and I also gave the bride away, to much muttering, murmuring and random sniggering from family members on both sides of the church.

This is now how it has been for the last three years, but there has been a welcome change to the rules however. Sarah and Jez walk around the house naked and fuck wherever and whenever they like, regardless of whether I am in the rom or not and I am able to watch freely and pleasure myself at will.

Occasionally I am allowed to join in, but this is limited only to licking Sarahs pussy wet for Jez or to suck him hard for her pleasure, with the cock sucking lessons provided by my ex wife, with whom my relationship had never been better or closer. On special occasions I am also allowed to clean up the cream pie.

Do I wish it never had happened? If truth be known, yes I do. I’d still love to be happily married to Sarah and still be able to sleep next to her and have sex with her but I can see the plus points of our new lives.

She is with the man she wants to be with and the man she loves entirely and who satisfies her so much. I know I just couldn’t compete with that, neither in the level of emotional attachment and love involved nor his physical attributes. They have a really happy marriage with a full and active sex life. Whereas ours had whittled down to once a week, theirs are three times a day most days of the week.

Also my day to day existence with Sarah hasn’t really changed that much, we still talk over breakfast and watch the same programmes together on TV. We still go out for meals and drinks and we are still able to discuss the lives of our kids like responsible parents, which Jez has had the good grace to remain detached from.

No all in all……Things are good.

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