Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

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Back at Stave's she had been feeling quite horny and had taken his guitar from him and began to kiss him, their passion for each other was rising so Stacy suggested that they go upstairs. Stave asked her if she was sure that she wanted to go to his bedroom, she kissed him, squeezed his cock and wandered upstairs.

As they undressed each other he told her that he didn't have a condom, but as he was just out of a relationship and didn't sleep around Stacy said she didn't think that she had anything to worry about, and on the children front, she was fixed.

In bed they didn't spend much time on foreplay, Stave and Stacy now both naked kissed and held each other's bodies. Stave rolled onto Stacy and felt her magnificent breasts press into his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair and squeezed her hot juicy ass in his other hand; Stacy raised her legs up and hooked her feet over Stave's lower back.

As they kissed she reached down to his hard cock and began to stroke it, she guessed it was about seven inches, which would make it just over an inch shorter than mine - my wife is in bed with another man and guiding his cock into her wet willing and wanting pussy, and I'm feeling hornier than I've ever felt in my life as she tells me.

Stave began to move back and forth and up and down which made his cock press on Stacy's clit and the top of her opening pussy as she kept it pressing on her sensitive areas of pleasure. Together they held his cock, and without speaking did guide it into her tight wet slit. They barely moved initially, concentrating on getting his cock deep inside her while gaining as much pleasure as possible without moving much.

The slow steady full length strokes of Stave's cock became slightly faster after a few minutes as Stacys became wetter and slacker, they kissed deeply and held each other tightly as their lovemaking became more passionate with the rising heat of their bodies, Stacy's long dark hair had fanned out on the bed but as they kissed she pulled it over and around Stave's head, their steady lovemaking was becoming a hard fast fuck as Stave's cock filled Stacy's wanting pussy, they held each other tightly as the heat of their loving rose -

"I'm gonna cum..shall I pull out..?"

Stave asked Stacy,

"Cum inside me, spunk in me, fill me full of your spunk..."

Stacy told him.

As he steadied his thrusts Stacy could feel his cock begin to stiffen even more, she felt it swell as he took shorter strokes which kept his cock deep inside her, the waves of pleasure which had been washing over her were now tidal waves of sexual ecstasy which were coursing through her pussy as Stave pushed his cock deep inside her and came. Stacy felt the wetness of his cum fill her as he continued to make small movements while keeping his cock buried inside her, their breathing was getting back to normal, Stave stayed on top of Stacy as his cock was still semi-stiff and inside her while as a result of the exercising that she does her muscles are well toned and she began to give little squeezes to his cock from inside .

Stave could not believe his luck, the woman he had fancied for so long had instigated the hot sex they had just enjoyed for the past twenty minutes and was now gripping his eager willing cock. Stacy pushed Stave off and pulled him upward, Stacy shuffled herself into a low sitting position on the pillows as Stave straddled her, she pulled his stiffening wet cock up over her wonderful breasts and up to her mouth. Stave was awestruck when Stacy took his spunky cum covered cock in her mouth, she began to lick suck and swallow his spunk each time his cock slid into her mouth, she could feel his balls tighten, he was really turned on.

Stacy pushed him back down while holding his now rigid cock and looked him in the eye as she opened her legs for him. Stave pushed practically fell into her soaking cum filled pussy and within two minutes he was spunking in my wife once more.

Almost immediately Stacy was on her feet and getting dressed, Stave's cum filled her knickers before she could get her jeans up her legs.

"It's late" said Stave, "what will you tell your husband?"

Stacy smiled at him and told him -

"I'll tell him something. You don’t need to worry about it. I will manage him!"

I rolled onto Stacy, she took my iron hard cock in her small hand and placed it at her hot wet entrance, I fell into her spunky pussy, hot, wet, slack and spunky. Full of another man's cum. Another man had just taken my wife into his bed and fucked her, he'd cum inside her, quite a lot too it would seem, then he'd put his cum covered cock in my sweet wife's mouth until it was hard again and fucked her once more, he'd cum in her twice in a short space of time...

As we kissed I realized that his cum is on her mouth and over her face, his cum is covering my shaft as it slides in and out of her slack soaking hole, her legs are wrapped around me as I push my cock deep inside her, she gasps and whispers in my ear -

"Spunk in me, cum in me, just like Stave has"

I came inside my sweet beautiful wife four times, on that first night of her fucking.

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MY MODEST WIFE (PART1)

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My wife Jean and I met eight years ago at a party at a mutual friends house. We dated for about a year before we decided to get married. We have been married for seven years and I feel the same way about Jean now as I did the day we married. Jean is five feet eight inches tall, has beautiful dark brown eyes and has shoulder length dark brown almost black hair. She has sexy legs and beautiful breasts.

Jean has always been modest. The only time I ever see her nude is during sex, which, by the way, she is very good at. If I am in the bathroom shaving or showering Jean will wait till I am done before doing what she needs to do in the bathroom. When she changes for bed if I am in the bedroom, she’ll use the bathroom or go into her closet and close the door. Because of Jean’s modesty I found myself playing games to try and catch a peek at her body any chance I got. A little peek up her skirt here, a look down her blouse there, or just walk in to the bathroom when she’s in there. The last method seldom works as she usually locks the door while she baths or uses the toilet.

A couple of years ago I found a way I could spy on Jean and see what she was doing in almost any room down stairs. Our house is about 30 years old and I had to replace the furnace two years ago. When I did I installed a combined heating and air conditioning unit that sits in the attic. This required that I also put in all new ductwork. I pulled out all of the old heating ducts but left the old registers, which I planned to cover over later. All of the old registers for the first floor were in the center of the house. So as I was standing on step ladder removing the last of the heating ducts from the first floor registers I found that by looking through the old register vents I could see into the living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom, with very little effort.

I was just about to go back upstairs when I heard the garage door open. I decided to test my view and sat quietly as Jean came into the house. When she came into the kitchen I found that I had a better than expected view. Jean was wearing a short dress and from the angle I was looking up from I could see half way up her thigh. As she walked toward the living room she had to pass almost directly over the register. I was holding my breath hoping that she wouldn’t look down and see me. She didn’t see anything but I did. I got an up skirt view that gave me an instant hard on. The peek only lasted a couple of seconds but that was enough to make me hot.

Jean went through the living room and around the corner to hall that went to the bathroom and our bedroom. Jean went into the bathroom. I had to turn around to see into the bathroom register and when I looked in Jean was standing in front of the sink looking into the mirror. She brushed the hair away from her eyes with her hand then walked over to the toilet. Now for the first time ever I was going to see Jean peeing. As I watched from below Jean lifted her dress, pulled down her panty hose and then her panties, which was exciting me to no end. Then as I watched her creamy ass cheeks as she sat down I had to pull my cock out of my pants to relieve the discomfort my hard on was causing me. When I heard the sound of her piss splashing into the toilet it just added to my excitement. When her stream stopped she took a handful of toilet paper and cleaned herself. Then she bent down and pulled her pantyhose the rest of the way off. As she stood and pulled her panties up she turned away from me giving me a great view of her firm ass.

Jean let her dress drop back in place, picked up her pantyhose and headed out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. As she entered the room she was already unzipping her dress and pulling it over her head. Now she was in just her bra and panties. I couldn’t remember any time, other than when we were having sex, seeing my wife take her clothes off and I was as turned on seeing my wife in her bra and panties now, as I was the first time we had sex. Next Jean removed the bra exposing her beautiful tits. It took all my restraint to keep myself from running upstairs right then and throwing her on the bed taking her. I continued watching as Jean removed her panties. I admired her beautiful sexy body as she put her panties, pantyhose and bra in the laundry hamper and put her dress on a hanger and hung it in the closet. Finally she put on a fresh pair of panties her favorite pair of baggy shorts and a loose sweatshirt.

After Jean was dressed she took the hamper to the laundry room and started a load of wash. I took that opportunity to sneak out of the basement and come back into the house through the garage.

When I came into the house I found Jean back in the bedroom. She was sitting on
the bed folding laundry. I was so horny I had to get laid soon. I sat behind Jean and began
kissing her on the neck. Luckily she must have been in the mood because she responded
by turning to me and giving me a deep tongue kiss that almost made my toes curl.
I put my arms around Jean and lifted her sweatshirt high enough to expose her beautiful tits (she was braless). I pushed Jean back onto the bed and began licking and sucking on her nipples until she began moaning and breathing hard. We both started stripping our clothes off. As soon as we were both naked I went back to her tits and started working my way down to the fluffy triangle of hair between her legs. As I kissed and licked my way through the dark downy hair I could smell the heady sent that her pussy gives off when Jean is very horny. Finally as I slipped my tongue into the slit in her mound I could taste the sexual juices that were beginning to coat the outer edges of her lips. I pushed my tongue as far inside her as I could and sucked up as much of her juices as I could. Within five minutes Jean erupted into orgasm clamping her thighs tightly to the sides of my head. As her orgasm subsided Jean released the vise like grip she had on my head. As Jean was recovering her composure I climbed up on top of her and shoved my rock hard cock into her sloppy wet pussy. The sensation of her hot pussy wrapped around my cock and the long hard strokes I was taking brought me to orgasm very quickly. When I was done I collapsed on top of Jean and we both lay there for a while. When we were sufficiently recovered we went to our bedroom and made love slowly for another hour then we went to sleep.

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One night after we had been married a couple of years, I was teasing Jean about how modest she was and we were both laughing about it when I said, “Who was the first guy to see you naked other than your father?” Jean blushed and turned away. She was still laughing but she didn’t say anything, so I asked her again.

Then she looked at me and said, “How do you know you weren’t the first?”

I replied “You weren’t exactly a virgin when we met.”

Jean smiled at me and said, “Well this should shock you. Before you I had sex with one guy one time and I never removed my clothes. I didn’t even take my panties off. You are the only man that has seen me naked since the last time my father gave me a bath when I was about six.”

Later that night as Jean lay next to me sleeping I started imagining her in the back seat of a car, fully clothed, dress up around her hips, panties pulled to the side and some guy’s dick in her. Boy some special night. Suddenly I imagined Jean naked in bed with the same guy fucking her. This vision gave me an intense reaction. I got an erection as these images past through my mind. I was so aroused after a while that I couldn't sleep and I had to go into the bathroom and jerk off.

After that night the image of some guy fucking my naked wife kept recurring. I was beginning to become obsessed with the image. I began to wonder if my wife would ever take her clothes off in front of another man or even more to the point would she ever fuck another man. Thinking about the possibility of my wife having sex with another man always put a knot in my stomach but it also always gave me an erection.

As often happens when you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep, you come up with an idea. It’s not always a good idea but at 3:00 AM it seems like a stroke of genius. Well that’s what happened to me. While lying awake it came to me that I should find out if a stranger could seduce my wife. Mainly I wanted to see if he could get her to strip naked in front of him and then have sex with him.

I decided right then that good idea or not, I was going to find out. The difficult part would be finding the right person to attempt the seduction. I say attempt because I didn’t think anyone could seduce her. After much thought I decided on one of the guys on my bowling team. His name was Ray and the reason I chose him was that he had the reputation of being a Don Juan. I remember one night at bowling the guys were asking Ray about his sexual prowess and I asked him if he had banged any of the ladies that were in the bowling alley that night. Ray looked around and said, “Yea, I see at least six women that I have fucked at least once. Three work here and the other three are wives of guys who bowl on this league.” From this I knew that all I had to do to get Ray to try to seduce my wife was to arrange for them to be alone together.

In setting this up I didn’t want anyone to know what I was planning. Not the guys I bowl with, not Ray, and certainly not my wife. I just wanted to put things in motion and see what would happen and I wanted to keep the results to myself. One good thing about using Ray was that he was going to be moving away in a few weeks so I wouldn’t have to worry about running into him when I’m with Jean.

The following week at bowling I set my plan in motion. Ray is a locksmith by trade so I asked Ray if he could come over to my house on Saturday and put new locks on the front
and back doors. This request would not raise any eyebrows as I had often discussed having new locks installed and Ray had always said, “Just let me know when you want it done”. Ray told me the two locks I wanted with the labor to install them would cost about $220. I agreed to the price and Ray said he would be at my house at 10:00AM Saturday.

When I got home that night I told Jean that I made an appointment to get the locks
changed on Saturday but that I wouldn’t be home. I told her that my boss and I were
taking a client out golfing so I would be gone most of the day. Jean said that was
okay, she was planning to do some shopping but that could wait till after the locksmith left.

Friday evening came and I was nervous. I worried that Ray might not even try to seduce
Jean. I worried that Ray would seduce Jean. My feelings about what I was planning were very confused but when I thought about what I might see it made my dick hard. While I was sitting there stewing Jean fell asleep on the couch so although I was horny I didn’t get laid that night.

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Saturday morning I got up and dressed for golf. Jean was just sitting down at the kitchen table with here first cup of coffee when I left at about 8:00AM. I drove around the block and parked my car on the street. Then I walked through the woods behind our house being careful to not let Jean see me from a window. When I got to the house I crept down into the basement and quietly got onto my ladder. A quick look around spotted Jean, still in her nightgown, sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the paper. The way she was sitting gave me a view up under her nightgown all the way up to her panties. As I stared at her crotch I began to wonder if I was going to see another man removing her panties and putting his cock inside my beautiful wife. Now I had a major hard on again.

For the next hour and a half I spied on Jean as she walked around the house doing her cleaning and then stripping her nightgown and panties off and getting into the shower. And finally getting dressed in her favorite baggy shorts and sweat shirt. I wished she would have worn something sexier but I had no control over what she wore.

It was almost exactly 10:00 when the doorbell rang. Jean greeted Ray at the door and let
him in. She showed him the two locks that were to be changed and he said it would take him about an hour to finish up. Jean said “I am going to go about my business then, if you need anything just shout.” With that Jean went into the bedroom. She went into her closet and out of my site when she came back it looked like she was carrying a blouse and skirt. She laid them on the bed and removed her sweatshirt and shorts. Then she went to her dresser and got out a bra. She put the bra on then went back to the bed and picked up the blouse she had gotten from the closet and put it on. It was just a casual white blouse that buttoned up the front but it fit loosely around the top. Next Jean put on a short pink pleated skirt. It was beginning to look as though Jean was planning to leave to go shopping the minute Ray finished changing the locks. I was disappointed but also a little relieved.

When Jean had her hair just the way she wanted it she went back out to the kitchen where Ray was now installing the second lock. As she passed over the register I got a great view of her beautiful legs and panties. When she walked past Ray I saw him take a very long look at her beginning at her legs and going up her body to her face. Jean got herself a cup of coffee and offered one to Ray. Ray turned it down saying he might take her up on that when he was finished installing this lock. Jean sat at the kitchen table with her coffee and picked up the newspaper. The way Jean was sitting she was showing a lot of leg under the table and as I was looking through a register at floor level and Ray was sitting on the floor working on the lock we both had a perfect view. As Jean sat reading she occasionally move her legs sometimes giving us a view of her panties. I was beginning to get horny and by the look on Ray’s face he was feeling the same way.

When Ray finished installing the lock in the kitchen he packed up his tools and washed his hands in the sink. Then he said, “I’d like that cup of coffee now if the offer still stands.”

Jean said “Of course” and got up and poured Ray a cup. Jean sat back down at the table
and started making small talk about an article in the paper. Ray came over and stood behind Jean looking over her shoulder as if he was looking at the article she was discussing. Actually he was peeking down the front of her blouse. The view must have been getting to him because I saw him at least twice adjust the position of cock to make it more comfortable.

Jean put the paper down and leaned over to get her purse from the chair next to her, exposing her tits to Ray even more. As she retrieved her pursed she said, “Now that was $220 right?”

Ray stammered slightly as he said “Aaah yayayes, $220”. At that moment Jean looked up and caught Ray staring down her blouse.

Jean said, “What are you looking at? Are you looking inside my blouse? You are aren’t you?”

I thought ‘oh shit, Ray fucked up. He can’t recover gracefully from this.’

Ray said, “Why yes I was. I’m sorry but I just couldn’t help myself. Your breasts are beautiful. I saw them by accident but I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I hope you can understand. It’s just that I haven’t seen breasts that perfect in size and shape. If you hadn't caught me I would probably still be looking at them.”

Then Jean replied “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Well then, how about money?”

“What do you mean how about money?”

“Well, what if I give you $20 off the cost of installing the locks would you forget my bad
manners?”

“$20? Well OK, I guess that would help.”

“What if I give you $50, would you remove your blouse?”

“Are you crazy, offering me money to expose myself to you?”

“Technically I have already seen the top of your breasts and you agreed to a price of $20 for that viewing. All I am asking for is a better view of those lovely tits of yours.”

“If you think it’s worth $20 dollars to peek at my breasts down the front of my blouse don’t you think it should be worth more that $30 more for me to take my blouse off?”

“Well yea, after all, you still have your bra on. OK, how about $75, and you remove your blouse and your bra?”

Jean was quiet for a minute then she said “Sit down”. Ray moved a kitchen chair to face Jean and sat in it. Jean unbuttoned her blouse but held it closed over her chest. “Are you sure we should be doing this” Ray nodded his head and said “Please don’t stop now.”

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Then Jean sighed, removed her blouse and hung it on her chair. Then she unsnapped her bra and let it slid off her shoulders exposing her beautiful tits. I couldn’t believe that she actually did that for money. As shocking as that was I found that the whole scene had given me a major hard on.

Ray let out a low whistle and said, “They are magnificent.” For the next two minutes they
didn’t speak. Jean stared at Ray’s face and Ray stared at Jean’s breasts. After the silence
Ray’s voice startled me. He said “Another $50 to touch them?”

Jean closed her eyes, tipped her head back and said “$75”.

Ray said, “Deal”. Then he very gently cupped both of Jean’s breasts in his hands and began to lightly message them.

Watching another man fondle my wife's tits was more exciting that I ever imagined it could be.

Ray began to tease her nipples with his fingers. I notice that Jean closed her eyes tighter when he touched her nipples. I could tell that Jean was enjoying this but she wasn’t hot yet. Just then Ray leaned forward and licked the nipple of Jean’s left breast. When Jean didn’t say anything he sucked the nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue around it. As Jean began to respond a little Ray started really working on her left tit. He was squeezing, licking, biting, kissing and sucking that beautiful tit and Jean loved it.

As Ray continued to work on her tit he dropped his right hand down on to Jean’s knee. He tried to slide his hand up her thigh but she had her legs crossed at the ankles and her knees together so he could not get his hand between her thighs and she kept grabbing his wrist as he tried to slide his hand up under her skirt. Suddenly Ray changed his attention to Jean’s right breast. He gave it the same kind of attention he had just given her left tit. As he was working on Jean’s tits, Ray said, “Spread your legs”.

Jean responded with “$50” and then let her knees separate allowing Ray to slide his hand all the way up to Jean’s panties. Ray began teasing Jean’s pussy lips through the material of her panties. I could see very clearly as Ray pushed the crotch of Jean’s panties inside her steaming hole.

As Ray slipped a finger inside my wife’s pussy he said “I’ll give you another $20 to take you skirt off so I can see your panties. Jean didn’t say anything, she just pulled Rays hand out from under her skirt and got up from her chair. She took Ray by the hand and led him into the living room and pointed to the couch. Ray sat down and Jean stood in front of him. She reached behind her and opened the zipper on the skirt and let it drop to the floor. Ray reached out and put his hand on her panties over her pussy and rubbed gently as he looked at my wife’s body. He told her to turn around and when she did he began messaging her ass cheeks. Ray had her turn around to face him again. Then Ray said, “Would you like to see my cock?”

Jean said, “Yes, let me see it”.

Ray stood up and opened his pants and dropped them to the floor followed by his shorts.
He just stood there in front of Jean. His cock was only semi erect. Jean looked at it then she looked at Ray. He said, “Go ahead, touch it.”

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SEX GAME (LAST PART)



That was a Sunday evening when Rahul ’s car stopped outside the house, a tired and disheveled Paromita got out and as the car moved away she turned to face the house. Moving away from the window I waited for my wife to come in. “Ranjeet!” Paroma gasped in surprise as she saw me waiting for her in the middle of the living room. “Have a good time?” I asked cruelly. “Do you want to start a fight right now………look I am very tired as well as hungry. I need to take a shower also. I will discuss about it later” She answered. After the dinner I was waiting for her in my bedroom. She sat in the bed quietly and then asked “are you angry”? I said “yes”. “Why” She asked again. I said because my wife fucked the man I hated most. She suddenly became very angry and said “Rangeet you were there in the party all the time. You saw how I got stuck in the situation. Rahul tricked me and you know I have tried my best to resist him. I lost because he is not an ordinary man……. he is like a sex god. He can seduce and take any woman in his bed. I was completely taken by his charm. I was doing what he wanted me to do.” “But you went for a 2 day trip with him without giving me any information…how could you do that” I told her loudly. “Yes I did but……..don’t you understand I was acting like his slave that day”. “So what is your plan now” I asked her quietly. Look Rangeet I am requesting you to take the matter sportingly. You know how much I love you and care for you. Give me some time to recover from the effect of his charm, I am promising you that you will get full control of your wife very soon”. “You mean it is not over yet. You are going to meet him again” I asked my wife being completely surprised. “Look Rangeet our affair has just started…….It is not possible for me to stop seeing him right now.” “So you will again let him fuck you” I asked her looking it to her eyes. “Yes …….I will definitely get screwed by him many more times in your absence. But don’t loose faith. I love my husband and my children. I will be completely yours very soon. Please give your wife few more months dear.” I was stunned and I could not answer. “We are just fucking each other and having fun……..there is no love or any kind of bond between us other than sex…….I promise you, the attraction I am feeling about him will not last long” She confirmed me again. I was completely helpless. I could not do anything other than allowing my wife to fuck him. I knew that in my absence Rahul was coming in my house and regularly fucking her in my bed. But she did stop seeing him. It took eight months and I got complete control of her just like she said. I was very happy getting my wife back. But in those eight months our sex life was improved tremendously, just like Sutapa said. Every time I imagined that my wife getting screwed by Rahul in my absence and my wife screaming in pleasure, I became very very horny and we had wild sex. One year passed by. One day she went to the supermarket to buy some garments. When she returned I found that she was very very excited as well as horny. That night when I asked her about that she said she met someone in the supermarket. That guy was very very sexy and he took her in a nearby coffee shop. Later he dropped her in front of our house in his car. He also took her mob no. She asked me “if you give permission then I can go ahead”. I asked her “what is in your mind”. She came to me and hugged me tightly and taking her mouth in my ear she said in a husky voice “mera mon me sirf eak hi bat hai” I asked again “what” she answered “ohi ….heaven in10 minutes …


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[quote pid='4100635' dateline='1639296517']
In the original Bengali story by stranger_women Poroma had clearly divided her time, her husband Ranjeet was allowed sex three times a week and Rahul once a week, when he was supposed to send Ranjeet out for a day or two on business tours out of the city. Rahul was not to mention about the party or it's after effects ever and none of the guests present at the party did so. During the tours Rahul came and practically stayed with Poroma till her husband Ranjeet was back, and a number of the neighbours noticed and tried to give hints to Ranjeet which he always tried to undermine. Finally after eight months Poroma herself told Ranjeet she wanted to end her affair after one day when she abused the Aya of her younger child she told her on her face that Poroma is worse than a whore and she not only is cheating her husband but sleeping with her lover in front of her little child! This finally brought her to her senses and three days later she tells Ranjeet that she had visited Rahul at his house and ended her affair, there will be no more meeting or even phone calls and if they meet they won't behave like close acquaintances even. One month later she wants to talk to him and prays him not to be angry, then declared that though Rahul have been using condoms throughout in the last month before breakup he didn't want to wear them and she too couldn't stop him, she is pregnant with R ahul's baby! She wants to have his baby but if Ranjeet refused her only option is to undergo abortion! After some soft loving talk she finally convinced Ranjeet to accept the baby as his own and then she delivers a baby girl and named her Tripti
 

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MY MODEST WIFE (LAST PART)



Jean wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock and began gently stroking it. With her other hand she cupped his balls. Although she was stroking his cock (a move that always gives me a big boner) his cock was not getting
“Jean, if you want to make it hard you have to put it in your mouth.”

Jean got down on her knees in front of him. (I couldn’t believe that I was about to see my wife suck another mans cock.) She held his cock gently in her right hand then leaned forward and with her tongue drew the head of his cock into her mouth. As she pulled back it popped out again. She repeated this a couple more times then she swallowed his cock as far as she could then drew back until it almost came out of her mouth. She repeated this motion that seemed to be having an effect. After about a minute of Jean’s sexy mouth work Ray’s cock was standing tall. I was relieved to see that Ray’s cock wasn’t much different in size from mine. With Jean continuing to suck on his cock Ray began to get down on the floor. Jean moved with him never letting his cock
drop from her lips. Once down he positioned himself so that his face was in Jean’s pussy. As Jean continued to suck him off, Ray pulled Jean’s panties off and started running his tongue around Jean’s pussy lips then pushed his tongue as far inside her as he could. Now the only sound I could hear was the sucking noises the two of them were making.

After ten minutes of sucking each other Ray said “Where would you like me to deposit my load? In your mouth or in your big juicy pussy?”

“In my pussy please.”

With that Ray turned to face my wife and I watched as he slid his cock inside her pussy.
I felt like I was in a trance. Except for the pain in my balls I wasn’t aware of anything around me. My eyes where glued to my wife’s pussy and the cock that was now in the hole that only I had used for the last eight years.

As Ray began stroking his cock in and out of Jean I could tell by the sounds she was making that Jean was getting close to a climax. I heard Jean say, “Try to cum with me. I want to feel you filling my pussy up while I am having my orgasm.”

“Oh, I’ll fill your pussy all right. I haven't been laid in about three weeks so I have a big load of cum for you.”

“I’m starting, oh my god that’s feels good. Cum now, fill me up with your cum.”

Just then Ray let out a loud grunt and he started bucking like a horse as he released his load. It must have taken Ray five minutes to finish emptying his load. When he did finish he got up and went to the bathroom while Jean lay on the floor. I could see cum running from her pussy and into the crack of her ass. I don’t know why but the sight of Ray’s cum dripping out of my wife’s pussy caused my to blow my own load all over my hands.
When Ray came back into the room he picked up his pants and shorts and got dressed. Then he handed Jean her panties which she put on. By the time she stood up the crotch of her panties were already soaked through with cum. Jean put her skirt back on and went in the kitchen to get her blouse which she put on but didn’t button. She just tied the bottom of the blouse together. When Ray came into the kitchen she offered him a beer, which he accepted and they sat quietly and drank their beers. Jean was the first to break the silence. “This was a one time thing. It cannot happen again, is that understood?”

Ray said “Agreed. Anyway I am moving out of town next week so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Jean got up from her chair and came around and sat on the edge of the kitchen table facing Ray and said, “Please don’t tell anyone about this. I’ve never done anything like this before and I probably never will again so I sure don’t want my husband to find out. If he did he would leave me in a minute and I couldn’t deal with losing him.”

“Don’t worry, I never give away a confidence. Anyway, it was pretty good wasn’t it?”

“It was terrific, I enjoyed ever second of it. And you sure as hell filled me up didn’t you?”

Ray reached forward and lifted my wife’s skirt exposing the very wet crotch of her panties. “I guess I did fill you to overflowing. You couldn’t get another drop inside that pussy if you tried.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think I could hold anything you have left in you balls now.”

With that challenge Ray stood up and lifted Jean so that her ass was sitting on the table.
Then he began loosening his pants. Jean removed her blouse and leaned back resting her weight on her arms. When Ray took his pants off I could see that his cock was already hard I couldn’t believe that he recovered that fast although I was starting to get hard again myself. With his left hand Ray moved the crotch of Jean’s panties to the side and with his right hand he guided the head of his cock into Jean’s pussy. Then he held onto Jean’s legs as he pistoned his cock in and out of her dripping hole. I was getting exhausted just watching them. It wasn’t long before Jean was moaning and trying to push her hips up to meet the thrusts from Ray. As Ray pumped harder and faster I could see that he was breaking into a sweat. Finally with one loud groan Ray fired another load into my wife’s pussy.

As Ray pulled back both he and Jean (and of course me) were staring at Jean’s pussy. As the head of Ray’s cock came clear only a little bit of his cum escaped with it. Jean said, “See, I told you I could handle it.” They both laughed.

After that they got quiet. Ray quickly finished his beer and got his tools together and started to leave. Jean called after him “What about your fee?”


Ray looked back at her and said, “I believe you paid in full”. Then he left.
 
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MY WIFE STACY





The reception went well - my new wife looked stunning in the long white dress she had managed to conceal form me in the days leading up to the event. I was so happy and excited during the whole day; pleased that all the intricate planning had paid off. No hitches, no embarrassing moments and not a single bored look on the faces of our guests. Even the few sentences I had strung together to pass off as a speech were voiced, stutter free. She posed delightfully for the photographs, exhibited solid nerves, and showed no undue concern about agreeing to the traditional vows.

Stacy and I had made all the arrangements ourselves. The reception was quite a success, the many invited guests so obviously enjoying the atmosphere, and so undoubtedly thrilled at seeing a young couple exuding so much love for each other. Both our families were proud, especially at being playing a principal role in such a grand affair. Everyone reveled in the occasion.

Since our Honeymoon involved catching a flight late the next day, we had decided to spend our first night together as husband and wife in the large hotel where the reception was taking place. This allowed us the time to relax and enjoy the whole evening with our family and friends.

As the evening came to an end, we were still present as most of the guests began to depart, then retired triumphant at the success of our glorious day together the honeymoon sweet. I carried Stacy over the threshold of the room, both of us giggling due to the alcohol we had consumed throughout the reception.

Stacy and I had been seeing each other for about nine months before this day, and although it may seem unusual, we had never made love. I respected Stacy's wishes as I was so desperately in love with her. She told me right off that she wished to wait until she was married. I didn't mind at all. We are both young, I had just graduated in Law, and was due to take over my fathers business when we returned from honeymoon. Life was going to be plain sailing now for the both of us. Stacy would not need to work - the business would provide easily for the two of us, with the minimum of effort.

I carried her across the room to the king-size-four-poster-bed. We kissed delicately once we situated our bodies side by side. We commenced a lingering kiss, only stopping to converse in order to relive some of the moments of our special day thus far.

"Well that's us then," I said to her, caressing the softness of her face. "Mister and misses. Finally a proper couple."

"And now?" she responded, smiling sexily, kissing my hand.

"Well Mrs. Anderson, I think it may be time. No more waiting. We must begin that epic journey to consummate our togetherness." I only paused to titter at my poor attempt at being poetic.

"Oh Mark, it is not fair that you have already had sex with someone." She said.

I viewed her quizzically. "That was a long time ago Stacy," I assured her. "There is only one woman for me now." I gave a dramatic pause. "My loving wife."

I had only ever been with one other woman, and Stacy was still a virgin. I knew that she was annoyed that this was the case, but it was her choosing, and had gone on long before I had met her.

"At the very least I will know what I am doing," I told her with a sly grin.

"That's not the point Mark," she sulked. "I just don't think it is fair."

This was kind of spoiling the moment, and I was quite annoyed at the way our first married minutes alone together was going.

"Come on Stacy, let's forget that and enjoy being married. We've had a lovely day."

She folded her arms across her chest. "I can't Mark," she began. "If this is going to work out then it will have to be even."

I was unsure exactly what she was meaning. "What do you mean honey?" I responded, curling an arm around her, thinking that she was most definitely having fun at my expense.

"I want to have someone else before you."

My mouth hung open. Silence rode into my head. Stacy continued looking straight into my eyes, waiting for a response of some kind. My line of sight fell briefly to her chest area; her cleavage so prominent, both of her beautiful, not over large, breasts plunged together, the swell elevated trough the front of her dress. I was suddenly need of the comfort they could offer. My wife clad in white, an impossible virgin waiting to undergo the taking of her maidenhood.

"Your serious aren't you?" I asked, capturing her eyes once more in an attempt to seek the truth.

"I have never been more serious darling," she replied quickly, with no shrouded thinking appearing visible. I knew that she was.

Each breath she emitted in the prevailing silence was audible. Every movement in the stillness of the moment came from her chest; rising and falling, swelling up and obvious to me even without venturing another look. I stared at her eyes, wishing she would break into a fitful giggle. She did not.

The silence, the thoughtful silence lasted just a few more moments, broken by her movement off the bed. I continued to stare at the space she had just vacated, not following her across the room.

"It has to be this way Mark," she said.

"Oh come on Stacy, let's just sleep on it tonight. I think you have had too much to drink."

"No!" she spat. "I need it tonight."

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My calmness towards her frame of mind changed to that of anger. "Oh for Gods sake Stacy," I hollered, "how the hell do you think you'll achieve this then?"

"Well I think I look nice tonight," she retorted, maintaining composure. "I expect I could have my pick of men, especially with this particular selection of underwear on." She lifted her dress to her waist, exposing the curve of her thighs, partly covered by sheer white stockings being held in place firmly above high-cut white panties by tightly fitted suspender straps. The sight was glorious to behold. I reacted instantly as any man would when confronted by such a sight. She knew it was having the desired affect, and continued to hold the hem of her dress for more than a lingering moment.

I began to think that it was all some kind of elaborate tease she had concocted, and duly presented a sly grin in towards her. She turned about, still holding her dress high and flaunted her rear towards me. The smooth tight shape of her bum, concealed by the mere covering of snugly fitted panties, wiggled in front of my eyes. I was in rapture, hypnotized by the sight of my new wife's perfect body shape.

"Do you still think I would have trouble getting a man back to the room?" she enquired as I continued gawking. I shook my head and found one of my hands gripping the stirring shape under my trousers. "Does Mark want Stacy to lose her cherry tonight?" This time I nodded, my heart beating rapidly, the torture oozing its way into my head. "Take it out baby." She motioned to the hand resting on my lap, moving herself towards where I still sat on the edge of the bed. I unzipped myself, sank a hand into the gap and pulled out my manhood. She continued to display her underwear. I raised my free arm to acquire a touch of her displayed flesh. She beckoned it away. "No darling," she whispered.

"Stacy I need you so badly," I pleaded, beginning to massage my manhood, demonstrating the unyielding need I possessed.

"Oh honey, Stacy was hoping for a bit more of an offer than that." She looked at the hand on my lap - a small amount of glans poking trough the gripped fist. "It's very thin. Take your hand away and let me see it all baby." I released my hand and lay back on the bed. My cock sprung back and went to rest on my tummy. "Oh dear," she continued, "there's not much too it. Are they all like that?"

"More or less" I responded.

"Hopefully more," was her reply. "My poor husband. No wonder you were so eager to marry me. You do want me to be happy don't you?"

"Of course I do honey,"

"Well what a waste, me all dressed up like this and that being all that is on offer."

She pouted her lips in a mock sulk. "Are you impressed with what is on offer here?" She reinforced her question by thrusting her crotch near to my face. I nodded, moving my hand faster. "And do you think it would be wasted on you?" I gave no reaction, fixing my eyes on her flat tummy over which the thin suspender belt was wrapped. "I need to go all the way tonight honey," she remarked. "Look at the state I'm in." She fingered aside the front of her exposed panties revealing vaginal lips, flushed, swollen and prominent between the small line of hair that parted way for them. My sight firmly transfixed on this vision, my hand increased its momentum between my legs. I tensed, emitted a moan and flopped backwards onto the bed. A sudden gush of fluid shot up from in-between my clenched fingers making her jolt back from the line of fire. She released the hem of her dress and all the loveliness previously on display disappeared from my view. The image still burned in my head as my breathing began to find its normal pace again.

"You sure have a funny way of teasing me Stacy," I remarked.

"Oh honey, I'm not teasing. Now that you've had your fun, it's time for me to discover the fruit." She gave me a wicked smile. "And luckily you never got a drop on my lovely dress."

As if to reinforce her intention, she viewed her reflection in the full-length mirror by the door. She brushed her hair with a hand, pausing to cast me a wink trough the mirror. "I'll be back shortly darling. You have a bath and clean yourself up."

I only know what she told me later on, but she had made her way to the hotel lounge, still dressed in the her full wedding attire, and sat by the bar. Of course many of the residents chatted idly to her, enquiring why a delightful looking bride was alone in the bar. Many gentlemen offered to buy her a drink which she gladly accepted. It seemed that many people, quite rightly, were intrigued by the fact she was alone at the bar. But men being men saw it as an opportunity to strike a conversation with her. She told me that some sat only for a moment asking about her predicament. Most were sacred off, thinking it was rather unusual for a woman who'd just wed to be away from her new husband. But then came Clive, a businessman staying at the hotel, to the bar for a drink. Stacy was inspired by his charm and coolness as he enquired of her well being. He didn't make an issue, never badgered her for a response, just chatted in an easy unforced manner. Of course she could tell right off that he was impressed by the way she looked.

Clive was in his late fifties, a tall striking looking man with an air of confidence, well dressed in an obviously expensive suit. He remarked that Stacy reminded him of his own wife on their wedding day, telling her that he was so happy she had provided him this memory. His wife had died a few years previously, and he had never re-married as he believed he could never find anyone as beautiful. Stacy enquired as to what his honeymoon night had been like, and of course this piqued his interest. He pulled up a chair and ordered expensive champagne.

After a few rapid glasses of the champagne, Stacy confessed that she couldn't go trough with the expected nigh-time nuptials. She fabricated a story that she had difficulty in relaxing as I had touched her. She had felt a failure, so had entered the bar to loosen herself up with a few drinks. She told him also that we both were virgins and were unsure how to progress the coupling. He had laughed saying that he couldn't understand how any man could fail her looking the way she did. Over a few more drinks, as they had become more and more intimate, she invited him up to meet me - to reassure and convince me that it would be alright.

I heard the door open and close, not looking up form my position under the many sheets on the bridal bed. I had bathed and lay with the light off reliving the incident before she had departed.

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The light went on, I was confronted with the sight of Stacy and an older man smiling as my eyes adjusted. He cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, Mark is it?" he said. "Hope you don't mind, but Stacy invited me up to offer you and her some advice on your impending evening together." My heart began racing again. I said nothing. "I believe your having a difficulty relating to each other." I sat upright.

Stacy spoke. "I was actually hoping that Clive could demonstrate what we were talking about before Mark."

"Well, eh, perhaps there is no need for a demonstration," Clive laughed, looking nervous at her comment.

"Please Clive," Stacy now said. "I think Mark would appreciate if you did." She looked towards me. "Wouldn't you Mark?" If this was the only way I could get to have sexual contact with my new wife then so be it I thought. I doubt this old guy could really be a treat in any way. I nodded. "Yes Sir," I said, " if Stacy thinks it would be best, then I think it may help us."

"Well I wasn't exactly expecting this," Clive replied. "But how could I turn down such an inviting offer." He smiled, turned towards my wife, clearing his throat again. "If you two are sure then."

"Oh yes I'm sure," Stacy said. "Just relive your own wedding night. Pretend I'm your wife, please Clive."

A sparkle entered Clive's eye. I found myself growing erect beneath the covers. The situation was beginning to appeal to me - the growing lust inside demanded gratification.

Stacy dimmed the centre lights and stood by the room door. I grabbed the courtesy bath robe next to the bed to conceal my excitement and moved to the easy chair.

"Carry me to the bed darling." She spoke directly to Clive. He moved to her, lifted her up with ease and proceeded across the room. Placing her gently onto the bed, he stepped back to take in the view.

"Your wife is so beautiful Mark," he said, removing his suit jacket. "More beautiful than mine ever was."

"Tonight I am your wife," Stacy whispered, as he lay down beside her.

They lost themselves in a kiss, both of them moaning in acknowledgable delight at the way it was going. I watched, trembling as I noticed him slide a hand under the hem of her brides dress - the place I had earlier only viewed from a distance. Her moaning grew louder. I couldn't discern exactly what his hand was doing - only imagine how she felt to him; touching her soft pale skin for the first time. I observed her raise her knees, which forced the dress to elevate slightly, allowing me a brief glimpse of the patterned tops of stockings. Her legs gradually eased open, more of his arm disappearing from my view, still concealed by the dress.

His free hand roamed atop her bosom, kneading the swell at each side of her cleavage. Even with Stacy positioned on her back, her breasts maintained their position with ease, firm and prominent, pouring through the tightness of the constricting bra she still wore. Many times I had seen her wearing only a bikini, always aware of all the admiring glances she drew from men as she did. Her breasts were possibly her best feature, and now, I was the one indulging in the resplendent sight. My manhood ached beneath the robe, pushing the material upright. I grabbed it tightly and continued to watch my wife enjoy her wedding night.

Clive began to raise the dress completely. They momentarily ceased kissing, and Stacy aided him in pulling it over her head. It lay abandoned on the pillow above their heads. The full splendor of Stacy came into view. It was a strapless bodice that held her breasts so perfectly. Clive kissed the uncovered areas before continuing back up towards her lips. A hand slid down her bare tummy and worked its way through the waistband of her panties. It still continued downwards not coming to rest until it was right between her legs. She quickly assisted his intentions by spreading them widely. They broke off from the kiss, Stacy suddenly consumed by a low lingering moan. I knew where his fingers were touching, but could only imagine how it felt. Her eyes were closed tightly, her tongue licking her lips in a delicate fashion.

He continued the movement of his hand as she offered some assistance in removing his upper clothes. A few more minutes, and he disengaged his hand completely from between her legs. One of Stacy's own hands was placed where his had vacated. He eased her onto her front, kissing her neck and the small of her back. He then glanced briefly towards me - a serious consumed expression over his face - before I heard a belt unbuckle. Stacy continued gyrating her crotch upon her own lost hand.

As Clive removed his trousers, the weight of keys and small change forcing them to fall heavily to the floor, I parted the dressing gown to expose my aching penis. I jolted it up and down, knowing full well he would soon be inside her. Once free from the trousers completely, he lay astride her, massaging the tightness of her bum. I would never have attempted it this way as a first time, and was surprised at his decision to do so. It made the moment more erotic to me.

He slid down her panties, taking an age to pull them over her ankles and beyond her feet. She still wore the bodice on top, and his hands grasped both of her sides resting on the clinging material, arching her back slightly. From the gap in the front of his boxer shorts he exhibited his cock. It startled me to see just how long and thick it appeared, compared to my own that I continued to agitate with both hands. I looked down at my uncovered lap, only forcing myself to look up again when I heard Stacy suddenly give out a shriek. I let out a whimper of my own as I witnessed him plunge right into her from the rear. Her back bucked up, she raised herself onto her knees, allowing him more access. Her shriek steadied off into a continual clamor - her breathing rapid and uncontrolled. My mouth dried up totally, I winced and let go, allowing an orgasm to finally emerge.

 

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I continued to watch the scene; Clive dictated the pace and rhythm of the movement, which Stacy soon found herself matching perfectly. Every inwards motion of his hips brought about a childlike wail from her - every temporary withdrawal, a tempered groan. They bucked and swayed upon each other what seemed like a million times. He turned her over, her legs naturally wrapping around him, clinging to his back so gratefully. I knew that his performance had certainly outranked any I would have hoped to achieve. I was feeling extreme gratitude to Clive for showing my wife the heights that can be delivered from passion. At least her honeymoon night would be one she would never forget.

She was riding him when he finally shuddered in climax; knelt over his lap, bearing down powerfully, impaling herself on his member. She too had let it be known when each orgasm thundered tbrough her body - I had estimated it at about four or five, obvious, exuberant yells before they ended up in much the same position as they had begun. Side by side once more, soft caresses being exchanged gratefully.

I noticed that at some point during the session between them, Stacy must have shed the bodice that had contained her beautiful breasts. I was annoyed with myself for missing the moment that they had come into view. From where I sat, and the angle she was towards me, I could now see them fully. How I had longed to see them tbrough the whole of the day. From the church service, when she had initially marched gracefully down the aisle, smiling as she stood by my side, hand in hand, the exchange of rings, the sight of her breasts, temptingly noticeable from beneath her bridal gown, was with me. Now I saw them, beaded with sweat brought about by being in the passionate clutches of this older man. I knew the image would stay with me forever, her dark long hair dampened and matted to her shoulders, her face flushed but gloriously contented - I loved my new wife with all my heart.

I raised myself from the seat and closed the robe around me, unsure how to proceed. I cleared my throat, hoping in vain to grab some attention. But they were too far gone in a fitting epilogue of intimate discovery. Neither of them looked around for me; neither of them wished to remove themselves from the bonding that was transpiring. I could just make out soft whispering between them; naked still, cooling, belonging and indebted to one another.

I let them have there moment, not wishing to spoil it and reclaim my wife just yet. I dressed quietly, after freshening up in the adjoining bathroom, and quietly left the honeymoon suite in order to consume a drink I felt I deserved.

I reflected silently at the bar in the hotel. Downing a few measures of spirit in quick succession soon perked me up. A few people were still around who recognized me as the groom, married on that day to the gorgeous raven haired bride who had earlier also attended the bar alone.

"Hey pal. Did you manage to find that new wife of yours?" One guy shouted over to me. "She was chatting to Clive earlier, still had her gown on and all - bloody nice she looked too - lucky guy."

Yes I was a lucky guy despite the events that had just taken place. I had the rest of my married life to make up for this single lost moment. I would redeem myself, and all would be forgotten - I was sure of that. I smiled at the guy, gesturing to upstairs. "Hell I must have worn her out," I called back. Think I'll just go up and see if she's ready for seconds." The guy, a fat bastard, laughed as he guzzled a beer down in one. "You sure about that friend," he commented, looking around for some moral support from his silent cronies. "If she was my wife, I would not have left her alone for a second." He paused. "Especially with the likes of Clive around." He laughed heartily again.

"Think I'll just check on her buddy." I feigned a laugh of my own, but my embarrassment was evident. I scuttled from the bar, leaving a gabble of hoots and cheers as I went.

Back on the fourth floor, exiting the elevator, my heart increased its pace once more. The feeling was not that of nervousness, but one of excitement that beyond the door of the room, Stacy was undressed. Her nakedness sent spasms of delight throughout my body - I had witnessed her naked before, and always with the same result. Now was no different - how could it be, I still had no idea what it was that I was missing. Nothing gained, but nothing, as yet, lost.

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In the room, the soft lighting was sill present. I gently eased the door shut, listening intently. I was at once aware of a muffled steady moaning, and on turning saw the sight that made sense of the sound. Stacy knelt at the edge of the bed, her head covering Clive's lap, her mouth devouring a surprising amount of his total length. Her hand grasped the lower part of the shaft - drawing it further with each movement. Clive smiled at me, gesturing me towards them.


"God what a wife you have Mark," he said, having trouble making the words audible between involuntary twitches. "I have never in all my life been sucked this good." His eyes closed for an instance as he reveled in Stacy's actions. I continued to watch the back of her head move wildly. He spoke again: "You have all this to look forward to, what a fucking lucky guy." He paused again to emit a low groan. "In a moment you can consummate your marriage. I'm just about to..." Before he finished the sentence, he tensed up, his hands gripping the side of the bed, pulling the sheets from the mattress. He shouted out: "Oh God yes!!" and his tensed body recoiled into sudden relaxation. I was aware of Stacy gagging, obviously swallowing a forcible stream of thick fluid. The back of her head slowed somewhat, and soon raised itself away from his body.

"You'd better see to your husband Stacy," Clive whispered.

And she did as she was told. Without question and absent of any emotion - her eyes still fixed upon Clive - she sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out both legs and pulling me towards herself with them. I succumbed, allowed myself to be moved with ease. I found myself between her; on top of her, rolling over, side on and allowing access to my trouser fastener. Wordlessly she undid them, aimlessly she unbuckled, pulled down the layers and re-wrapped her legs about me. I was hugged tightly, drawn forwards and positioned in the appropriate area for entry. I clamored for a kiss, eventually receiving an acknowledgement to the intent. Our mouths closed together - she tasted strongly, and I knew what it was. My tongue grappled along with her seemingly non-receptive lips and devoured more of the blatant flavor. Her hand had already fastened between my legs and ushered me inwards. I penetrated my new wife, sinking with ease into her inner warmth. I felt all the senses draining from me, a ripple of contentment running down my spine.

I cast my eyes towards her face, still void of any emotion, now staring blankly at the ceiling. My hands made a play for her breasts; my dream, my priority - the focus of the whole day - they felt more wonderful than I had anticipated. I agitated my hips, looking for the single connection that would stir some favorable response from her; exploring with my planted erection, all the regions between us. The friction I longed for, to determine the extent of her pleasure, gained from my loving, did not follow. All my plans for this moment lost in a haze of bewilderment.

I came. I had to. The moment rendered me unable to control my intent - to put on a majestic performance. My eyes lolled in my head - the sheer softness, wetness, and openness of her. I marveled in the moment - at last, consummating our togetherness. She was with me now - legally bound to be, forever my wife.

My rest, my relaxation - marveling within the softness of my wife's body - was short lived. She slid herself from under my weight and returned to Clive.

Clive gave me a thumbs up as Stacy cuddled into his torso. "Well Mark," he said, "something else isn't she?" I nodded, it was all I could think to do. "You are such as lucky guy." He openly viewed the body of my wife that hugged him. "She's even sexier than my wife ever was."

They slept soundly on the bed. I sat back in the chair, beholding her body, still uncovered - eventually falling to sleep myself. It didn't seem long until I was startled into wakefulness once again. They were making love with renewed vigor - Stacy producing the most piercing of yells. She was on all fours - atop the bed - Clive pounding her from behind. Her face was flat against the pillow, allowing occasional muffling of the screaming. Her hands gripped the headboard as her rear bucked under the force of each thrust. Clive noticed me watching them. He motioned to me to come closer, smiling as he continued to thrust powerfully. I sat on the edge of the bed, taking in the view of his long cock appearing then disappearing deep inside Stacy. He removed the entire length and offered the position to me. I gratefully accepted, keeling behind Stacy and directing my own straining cock where his had moments ago been. I slid in with ease, holding her firmly at the hips. Stacy wiggled her rear around, but articulated dismay with a discontented murmur.

"Come on Mark," I heard Clive say behind me. "I've done all the hard work, finish her off, come on."

I began to stab clumsily, but quickly found myself unable to avoid slipping out. The slenderness of my cock offered no friction, and the shortness did not allow the movement she sought. Finally I found myself poking around, trying to find my positioning, and suddenly ejaculating unexpectedly. She turned to view me, shaking her head nonchalantly.

"You'll have to do better than that Mark," she uttered. "I thought you'd done this before."

"Oh it wasn't too bad Stacy," Clive put in, ruffling my hair with a large sweaty hand. Stacy screwed her face up in distaste of the remark.

"Listen, I was thinking," she said to me. "How about Clive using your ticket for the honeymoon?"

I stared at her, not wanting to believe what she had just said.

"Oh come on, it's only fair - it would be like a real honeymoon for me. You could stay here and get the apartment sorted out." She looked so genuine with her request, her eyes pleading with me to agree. So that's just what I did. I reached into my bag and handed Clive the tickets for the two week holiday in Hawaii. Stacy hugged me gratefully.
 
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WIFE'S AFFAIR WITH BOSS

(PART1)


It is now two years since my life was changed by a simple invitation to a marriage function by one of my aged mill colleague only few days after that I found me running on the fastest track of lust and power.

Let me first tell a bit about us.

At that time we were a middle class joint family, me 32 years, my pretty wife Ruchi four years younger to me, my parents in late fifties and Manisha my unmarried sister was 22 at that time.

I worked in a big textile mill as assistant floor manager. My father had worked in the same mill and had retired about six years back as accountant.

While my father was in service we used to live in mill quarters but after that we built a small house in that town and credit for that only went to my mother who did all the labor. The house was small and had only three rooms. The single room upstairs, was my bedroom which had bath facilities attached to it and I slept here with my wife.

Although my mother had better dreams for me but she could send me only to a cheap technical college and I did diploma in production machine operations and maintenance.

For complete one and half year I couldn't get any job and wandered on roads till my father retired. My mother trough her some contacts managed a job for me in the mill in name of company's gratitude to long faithful services of her husband.

The other wonder my mother did for me was to marry me with an exceptional sexy beauty Ruchi.

Ruchi was the daughter of one of my mother's old classmates. She was around 22 and had done masters in botanical science. Mother showed me her full body photograph. She was cute and sexy. I was heart taken by her thick lips and stray hair rippling on sides of her checks, dominating over her oval face.

After marriage we were given the upstairs room and there I began my unending erotic pleasures with my pretty woman in every possible ways and styles that made her sensual and sex loving woman.

In a year after marriage she began gathering 35-29-36 inch figure to look an erotic silky woman. She was not bony but didn't have an inch of extra flesh than that needed for her sensuality. Her flat belly and a set of round bosoms and eyeful hips always made males mouth watering for her. She gives an impression of miss like fucked woman.

I had been always conscious of lusty eye of males slipping on her. She too knew about her capacities to kill men at first sight and always maintained her from her silky hair to polished feet toenails.

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As assistant to floor in-charge I got around 15,000 bucks a month. That with the pension of my father barely made about 19, 000, just enough for mouths of a joint family.

The mill was dying and only a year back we had anticipated that a partial lay -off was inevitable. However I saw another wonder when the management brought new Chief Executive Officer [CEO] Rama Reddi.

He was in mid forties bit dark and was a large man in all ways. The way he worked and lived made him legendary in mill. I had seen him many times and felt his sweating and struggling heat close to me.

We saw how a charge had been infused in our dead machines! Soon the wheels on floors began roaring and the mill stores were piling with stocks we were manufacturing. Unending line of trucks were now lifting mill products from store sheds. Within ten months the lay off fears had gone and we listened only of expansion plans.

The CEO mostly wore sports shirt, which showed ample of his hairy chest. He was also equipped by overflowing manly capacities as his loose pants always displayed his massive testicles and huge sexual organ that were unable to accommodate there.

At times mill people giggly narrated that how they saw him brushing his bulge with back of his palm in meetings and even adjusting it better in the folds of the pant.

Like for any big man, tales began floating about him. Some said that he had problems with his wife because of over fucking and she lived at Bombay with their daughter. Some one told me in confidence that Reddi ji could fuck a woman solidly all the night and presently he was daily fucking Chief General Manager's wife in company guesthouse.

There were rumors and rumors but no had any confirmation. However I had some idea that many women from other sections had been recently shifted to his office.

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On that turning day of my life, my wife and I had gone with my parent and sister to that wedding function. That family was well acquainted with all of us. Ruchi had taken her time at home to prepare her and looked lovely in dark pink sari and tight thin blouse over white brasseries that was sensuously visible on her flat back. She had worn pinkish sandals matching to sari in her delicious feet. Her eyes and oval face looked killing in night.

There was good gathering in the decorated marriage hall, which had a big stage set with a pair of red wedding sofa. In front of stage on hall floor there were about thirty rows of chairs and two of sofas for guests and VIPs. My parents and father met many old acquaintances.

Around 8 p someone from mill announced little loudly that Reddi ji was arriving. There was a little uproar and I saw host hurriedly walking to gate. Little later Reddi ji entered the hall in white pant and blue sports shirt, revealing his hairy chest. Before host could guide him to front sofa some mill man saw him and came to him.

He had an aroma around him and people gathered around him, as if he was the groom of day. Every one looked cautious for his words and for some time the function looked as mill's business meeting.

After some chatting there with mill people, Chief General Manager [CGM] Mr. Sen and his wife escorted him to a front sofa and where they sat. As they were taking with each other, bride's father came with a boy carrying a try and served VIP with some snacks and coffee. CEO appeared to me a real in charge of all.

Sen was in mid forties, fair and tall. He looked always sincere to his boss type man at high place in his expensive suit and rectangular glasses.

Mrs. Sen was sitting cross-legged besides her husband and appeared only in late thirties or at the most in early forties not very tin nor fat but was a bit busty and had smooth wide hips of mature woman. She looked elegant in her expensive blue sari and had carefully polished her nails red and wore all signs from diamond wedding ring to silver ring on her feet's finger.

She looked fresh and didn't give any impression of over fucked woman as per tales about her affairs with so called fuck master Reddi ji.

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Little later there I saw some hasty movements and band began deafening ears. The groom party was arriving at door. People moved to gate and some to the decorated stage. However Reddi ji and his entourage couple preferred to remain there. The few others who were there had also moved to stage.

The place where Reddi ji was sitting with Sen couple had become deserted by then. We were standing near the stage but I was viewing Reddi ji from corners of my eyes.

Suddenly I noted that CEO's keen eyes were on us particularly on my wife. I had never met any three of them but was aware that Mrs. Sen knew my mother so I took the opportunity to meet Reddi ji and introduce my family to him.

I walked discreetly with my family to him and told him about me. Mrs. Sen recognized my mother and waved her to come on sofa besides her. As we came closer I saw Reddi ji's gaze on my wife was now intense and more intense. I saw a lust in his eyes that were direct and open.

I didn't understand much and introduced me to him telling him my work section in the mill.

He tried to listen me absent-mindedly as his eyes were still locked on my wife's bosoms.My wife too was fully conscious of that and few times there eyes even met with each other's.

He took a deep breath keeping his eyes on her and stretched his legs. His massive testicles and huge shaft began to swell in his pants. That massive meat visible bluntly attracted every one there and my wife was becoming uneasy second after seconds. Her face had completely gone red.

Tearing her blouse further by his gaze, CEO asked me who was my in charge. Such a behavior from the top man for my wife was most unexpected and I didn't believe my eyes. I replied his query to the best of my ability.

Every one there had become visibly conscious of his three-dimensional gazes. Mrs. Sen, may be just to diffuse that current looked at me and told Reddi ji about my retired father and how good he and my mother had watched the interests of mills. He could only listen half of her words.

I again looked down at that live huge bulge in between his stretched legs. It was massive much bigger than I could imagine. It was enough to tear a woman and he didn't care for any one looking at him and appeared to have gone out of his senses.

Mrs. Sen smilingly pulled one empty chair besides her and set it facing towards CEO. She tenderly asked my wife to sit there. Realizing her hesitation, my mother waved her to sit besides Mrs. Sen on that chair.

Avoiding her eyes she walked and adjusting her sari over her hips sat cross-legged on that chair facing Reddi ji. Her beautiful feet tied in that pinkish sandal with glowing nail polish and silver toe ring in her feet's finger over hanged just before my CEO. Manisha and me dragged another chairs for my father and us and we all sat besides mother.

We remained there for about twenty more minutes till the main ceremony began. Mrs. Sen kept talking with Ruchi about her education and other backgrounds. Occasionally she looked at Reddi ji in teasing glances. It appeared to me that, Reddi was damn horny and given a chance he would jump on my wife and to him our presence hardly mattered...

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It was 10:45 of quiet winter night as we reached home tightly squeezed in a hired three-wheeler. We all were engrossed in shame and didn't speak a word to any one.

Ruchi was avoiding her eyes from every one including me. I went straight upstairs to our room and dropped me on the bed. I tried to relax from hurricane that I had in me but the incident had strongly engulfed all my senses.The most powerful man of my company, whom we always thought like God, had openly asked my wife for sex.

In about twenty minutes, Ruchi came up after finishing down stairs works. It was the first time after the incident when I could look at her for a minute continuos as she was carefully closing the door and bolted from inside.

She was looking damn sexy in dark yellow sari that perfectly contoured with her broad hips and even crack line between them. The metallic whitish nail polish and silver toe rings were peeking from her yellowish-strapped lather sandals on her feet, a sign that she was married.

Surely she would have killed any man with that look!

Through an intoxicating Impulsive I suddenly came out of my hangover thinking that she was the only woman there who took out all the senses from such a powerful man before all. Astonishingly, I also felt a control over that top man.

Just to cool her sourness, I got up and carefully took her in arms as if she was frangible and put my lips on her thick lips. She kissed me back.

She appeared surprisingly cool and unaffected from that horrible assault. I kissed her and then lowering me on knees I brought my lips on her sari covering her left bosom and kissed it softly. I moved my lip few times sexily over her mound and tried to locate her nipple for another complete kiss.

A sexy smile flashed on her face but she was not at upset, as I had feared.

I put my lips on her and smoothly pulled her to bed and we rolled on mattress, still our lips locked in each other. I laid her flat on her back and not disturbing a single fold of her expensive sari, I again carefully put my lips on her bosom. She might have expected me to continue the same nipple searching exploration and she adjusted her little up to bring her mound peak near my lips, but kissing there I glided down to her flat belly over her elongated tiny naval pit and caressed it by my wet mouth.

Gradually I slipped my lips to her sari over her leg joints and that too had her belly like flatness. I tried to feel her depth by my tongue through the annoying layers of sari and her petticoat and I felt jolts of tingles in her veins passing her thigh's joints.

Surely her out side was intact by that hostility.

My right hand moved below to hem of her sari and began pulling it. Sensing my intentions she reacted and tugged her sari securely between her legs.

I heard her sultry voice," What are you doing there! "

"Please!" I pleaded in a bid to release the trapped sari.

"Let me change sari, I have to pee, I have not gone bathroom since evening."

I was in rag of passion and wanted to affirm the impregnability of her femininity from the attack before she could arrange herself.

I did not let her go and visualizing my strong will, my darling loosened her legs so I could tug off her sari from her leg holds. Once released, I began delicately pulling the hem of her sari.

As I was uncovering her nakedness, her eyelids became heavy and automatically began closing. Her face too was turning pink.

She scrambled to my allure and reluctantly opened her thighs.

Like a juiced child my eyes ran to that married crack line around that some hairs t had grown in past fifteen days, Her tiny overhanging femininity just above the entering place for males was as before!

Thanks God! I said to me.

I again thanked my six-inch penis that had preserved her female crack line from any deformation. It appeared as fresh as it was on wedding night, although I had fucked her incalculable times.

As I brought my face near to her femininity I was surprised by the crude mushy smell coming from her genitals. With out actually touching her, I sensed that her fenny was extremely wet. I was not in illusion that at least it was not wet due to few stipulations I had made to her.

It flashed in me –Did Reddi bring her that wetness to her? Feeling uncomfortable by that thought, I hoped might be, she become wet later in three- wheeler while we sat squeezing each other.

The puzzle of her unexpected wetness was not yet over to me but I couldn't resist my intoxicating lust to touch her wet crack.I lowered my face between her open thighs and her erotic sex smell had completely over powered my brain.

I brought my lips closest to that neat sex line. Sensing my breath there she jerked her half-open groin. I made few feathers like tongue slips on slippery crack and felt more of her salty wetness flowing in my mouth. My touches at her sensitive place were making her restless and she tightly pressed her lips in each other. I continued flying my tongue over her front crack amid her hissing giggles coming from her tight lips.

She let me have my feast uninterrupted for about next five minutes and then she closed her thighs trapping my head.

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She said pulling her thighs away from me, "Pleassseee leave me, I have to pee, It is enough, leave me now."

She tried to move but I again restrained her and opened her thighs. She lowered her head and saw what I was doing and gave my head annoying jerks by her hand. She even tried to hinder me by bringing her palm in between my mouth and her sniffing sex. I removed her hand and prevailed over her resistance.

For next ten more minutes she continued shaking violently on mattress as I played with her fenny till became unbearable to her. She jerked my head out and closed the thighs decisively with an implied order," No more please." She wanted to flee to bathroom.

I did not let her go of her own but escorted her to bathroom in almost an embrace, my palm pressed on her sari just at the love spot. Looking in amazement at me with her mouth open, she asked me to go out but I shamelessly insisted her to pee. She waited for more than two minutes for me to go but I didn't move.

Delay was making her restless and she hesitatingly squatted in the corner near drain of bathroom. I adjusted her sari to clear the space for delivery and she peed with force in sputtering sound. She had not finished and few stray drops still trickled from her pee slit but I pulled her up and drained the floor to with two mugs of water.

I arranged her sari and again escorted her to bed keeping one arm around her waist. We again came on bed. For the first time I saw irrelative surprise in her eyes as if I had turned mad. But these were only love reactions.

I laid her flat and pulled hem of her sari up to again open her. I opened her thighs and her soapy love celebrate with wet hair around it was again before me.

This time as I put my lips on her exposed sex she exhibited changed reactions. Lowering her eyes she looked at me for a while. Her opened territory in between thighs was hot and pulpy wet with more fresh smells and salty taste. I licked the slit up to down and down to up again and again.

Moaning from tight lips, "Uuueeeeii seiiiii seiiii aaeeiii sseee ssssiii," She extended her hand and tried to stop me but for me there was no tomorrow. Seeing her denials grossly ineffective she at last put a pillow over her face to control her sensational cries and I spread her thighs more. Now I could comfortably accommodate my face between her thighs and that extra stretch had also opened her slit giving me more visibility of her sensuous inside pink.

I had been licking her from for more than half an hour. She began vibrating in louder hissing by every move of my tongue. In between many times I moved up and tried to kiss her lips making my way through the pillow tightly pressed on her face by her arms. She was cumming in jerk after jerks and had become steamy wet and slippery. I had never seen her like that.

At around 1 A.M, I stopped and rolled up to take her in arms.

I spoke First time to her since we came back from function.

"Were you upset by Reddi ji, darling?" I asked her.

She said in non-cared words, "I think, it was he who was troubled, he thinks himself bull but he would be beaten by sandals one day."

"Why did you not beat him?" I said whispering in her ear.

"He is your big boss." Her voice was lower than mine.

"Oh! That is why he had so big there in his pants, you saw that. " I said in mushy words.

First time I had talked about some other man to her.

"He is only a street bull," She said clinging to me before we slept.

I took her in my arms and we slept.

That was how exactly my lovely wife acted after that sexy encounter.

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I could hardly sleep for two hours; the same uneasy pensiveness woke me and last night's passion had completely diffused. It was 4:10, of cold and dark morning. Ruchi was sleeping besides me. I was tempted to kiss her erotic lips but because of that strong punch in my head, I remained still in bed.

Last evening's episode had terribly blown me. I was extremely offended by CEO's hostility. It was true that my wife was mouth watering to every man having his testicles full of seed.

I always believed that beauty is also made for watching and I gave enough opportunities to males watching and even wink at her, but how a man could propose her like that? He did not appear to have slightest modesty for homely ladies. If he had acted wisely; may be his position and aroma might have greatly impressed my woman. Was he off head? How on earth he expected that a married woman could go for adultery in that way? He was the wildest aggressor, I could imagine!

As I thought, I began to see big problems coming to me in time. Sen or his wife definitely might have told someone about that incident? Such news spread like fire. How I was going to face Reddi or Sen in front of others?

It was too much to bear and I decided that that I was going to hit a punch on Reddi's head right on day in mill and would give him a lesson he needed! I did not care for job. But how I was going to do that? He was powerful and influential. I would have to leave the job under those devils and I must search new job.

There were four ladies and they all had seen how Reddi's full-pounded testicles shamelessly twirled in his pants. Mrs. Sen even began talking with my wife and teased horny Reddi through corners of her eyes also not neglecting his large erect meat in pants.

I never expected much from my father, but surprisingly my mother did not even made any attempt to rescue her bride from this situation. Perhaps even my young sister Manisha who was crossing 22 had enjoyed that pornography. She could have easily escorted her to other corner of gathering. This made me to review ladies' psychological setup.

I recalled that I had been expecting my wife to be in frightened state after that sexual horror but surprising that had made her vagina-soaking wet. Endless questions came in my mind. For a moment I thought that I was seriously sick.

I remained on bed– thinking every possible odd. It was around 6:30 when I heard some doors movements downstairs. I knew that my mother was going for morning walk in the public park that was in front of our house.

I needed to talk to someone to shed my mental stress. I got up and went downstairs. She looked blankly at me as if she was expecting me. As we came to park, I told her about my mental state since last night.

She said warily," How shamelessly he was watching Ruchi all the time?"

I told her that I was awfully offended and had decided to hit him today before every one in mill itself. Hearing this her face suddenly turned worried and she snapped at my back. She said looking uncomfortably, " What on earth are you thinking to do! It will only damage you. First see what comes next."

She sensed that I was not in my normal mental frame so she took me to a nearby bench where we sat. I told her that how on earth could I tolerate such dreadful act against my wife?

She said elderly," See! These are big people and they can do anything. Moreover you can not entirely blame them. It is we people who gift them their wives and daughters so they feel their natural claim over their staffs' wives," She was speaking with adorable calm," We are small ones with an unmarried young girl at home and depend on mill for every thing. We should act with more thoughtfulness."

After some pause she said thoughtfully," He would not able to touch Ruchi's finger unless you or she gives him consent. Moreover havens have not fallen if he had seen your wife...some one was telling me that his wife lives in Bombay so he has been quite deprived for woman. "

There was some logic in her words. I felt my senses were gradually returning.

I asked mother," Is it not strange? How shamelessly Sen's Wife was cooperating with Reddi?"

Mother spoke with a shy smile," I know! Whatever is Sen today, it is only due to his beautiful wife! He was only a common manager. His wife is ten years younger to him. The old chief saw her and she began sleeping with him.,,,,,, After that Sen got one promotion every two year."

Her talks temporarily eased my fury. At least I was not going to hit him foolishly in factory. What proof I had for his assault on my wife?

Mother asked "What did Ruchi she say?"

I said," She says she would beat him with sandal! See calls him a big saand (Bull)"

Mother smiled and said," I know, she would never beat him!"

Her words appeared meaningful and sexy to me.

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