04-05-2019, 12:03 PM
BEING NAUGHTY
LAST PART
Stacy stood there uncertainly. The cellar was cold and I could tell that it was affecting her nipples which were long and hard. They poked through her thin housecoat. There were security lights on the house next door. They dimly shone into the basement through a side window. When my eyes became accustomed, it was actually quite bright in that room. At exactly ten PM the outline of a short but broad man (I had never met Danny or seen a photo of him) appeared at the door. He was quite visible through the glass. Stacy saw him but did not move. Five minutes later, the figure outside was moving from side to side in anticipation, but she still hadn't moved. I was getting rather anxious and I thought, ok, this is not going to happen. And Danny was going to leave. She was on her own. I couldn't say anything because she would know I was spying.
And then she moved.
She kind of swished slowly over to the door. The she reached up, unlocked it's dead bolt (I could see Danny quickly duck out of the way at the sound) and then, my heart in my throat, she actually did it. She opened the door just a crack. Then I heard her whisper out into the cold, "Danny?" The still shadow moved. I heard one word from him in a rather deep, Italian-accented voice, "Yes", and that was all.
In an instant he had brushed Stacy aside and was in the basement with the door quickly closing behind him. Without any preliminaries (they had been dancing on the phone for days) he took her into his arms and squeezed her to him. This was followed by an audible gasp from Stacy suddenly hushed by a huge kiss. At first stunned, my shy wife did nothing. Then a moment later she seemed to explode.
Her arms went up around Danny's shoulders and she was kissing him hard. She had been teasing him for days and the lust she had built up in him (and unknowingly in her) had reached a bursting point. In the space of several minutes, Danny had kissed her lips, face, neck, and breasts, lifted her robe and clutched her pert naked ass, squeezing it over and over. I was totally mesmerized with the stunning swiftness of the encounter. He was mumbling something to her in Italian, a language I suddenly regretted not knowing. She understood him and was trying to say something back. Knowing my wife it was probably something like, " High, how are you doing?" or something completely inane like that.
Danny was impatient. His hand had wormed its way to her pussy. His fingers massaged her outer lips and could instantly tell that she was hot and ready. I heard for the first time the victorious laugh that Stacy had describes to me in her stories. His middle finger roughly slipped inside her, and, bending her over, he bit her neck. She moaned and her knees buckled. Danny spotted the couch and worked his way over to it, half carrying Stacy. He slipped her robe off her shoulders and lay her on the couch. He didn't bother to strip off all of his clothes, only his pants. They fell to the basement floor with a rustle. I caught a quick glimpse of his straining cock as he stripped his jockey shorts off and pushed them on top of his pants. What I saw gave me quick pause. I never asked Stacy how big Danny was (it just never occurred to me) but I have to admit I was instantly jealous. In a sexually excited way, that is. In the dim light and maybe it was the shadows, but it looked pretty big.
Danny fell on Stacy's prone form and moved his head between her loosely spread legs and chuckled softly to himself. He whispered that he was very happy to see that she hadn't shaved any of her hair off. He always loved it bushy. He asked if she did just for him. He was a conceited bastard, I'll say that for him. But Stacy said the right thing. She breathlessly whispered aback that she never shaved in memory of him. In great excitement he said that he knew she would never forget his cock and dove between her legs and began to lick his tongue in great long swipes in between her swollen pussy lips. She moaned and shivered her acceptance of his long flicking muscle.
Through my little spy-hole, I watched Stacy squirm and twist in a sexual frenzy. She had a series of mini orgasms from his tongue flicking at her clit and worming its way in and out of her wet, sensitive hole. She had lost any thoughts of reluctance right after he started to kiss her. My wife's legs spread wide, a wordless and insistent invitation for him to fuck her.
The next moments are permanently etched in my mind. Lifting her trembling legs to his shoulders he wedged his hips between her firm thighs. I could finally see his cock, no shadows this time. I was right - he was big. I experienced the stab of jealousy again. His cock made contact with her swollen lips. She thrust her pussy up at his cockhead partially enveloping the little monster. My jealousy increased. She wanted him, no doubt. A guttural sound came out of his mouth and I realized that he had just laughed again. Looking down at her in complete victory, he savagely pushed his cockhead past her lips making her jerk as it snapped by the tight ring of muscle protecting her tunnel. His long thick shaft disappeared from sight as her vaStacy avidly swallowed him whole in one determined thrust. My jealousy reached a peak - and suddenly turned into a powerful lust.
His cock moved like a piston in an engine cylinder. Over, and over, and over again, he plunged his thick, hard tool into her tight pussy until it was no longer tight. Her juices, fully activated and churned into a froth by his persistent pounding, was making the short back and forth journey of his cock very easy. As the long hard battering ram traversed her vaStacy with less and less effort, the rapidity of his strokes increased until his cock literally flashed in and out of her. After several minutes of this he showed no signs of stopping or slowing but was starting to huff and puff his exertion. Stacy was totally out of control humping him back with an energy I had never seen before.
Her legs were being held up high and backward. Her beautiful butt was forced up by Danny's pushing thighs. He was bouncing up and down powerfully. His balls were moving almost straight up and down now traveling about 8 inches each way. His cock was buried deeply inside my horny wife and trying to go even deeper. He was plugging in and out of her with great need, command, and force. There was a lather forming right around Stacy's stretched pussy lips. Foam was actually coming out each time he pulled out.
Danny started to moan a strangled animal sound. Thank God everyone was asleep. Stacy whispered for him to cum. I was momentarily shocked at hearing the begging, whining tone in her voice.
She didn't wait for him. She came loudly and forcefully. He came just as she was tensing. He grunted grossly, an inward snort kind of sound, several times and never stopped lunging his cock inside her tight pussy. Stacy had several more orgasms. Danny began to get up and pull his cock out of her. I couldn't believe my wife when I heard her beg, really beg hard, for him not to pull out. He laughed a low and somewhat sinister sounding laugh.
In a deep baritone he crudely told her that she was still one hot "fuck" which made me think that maybe Stacy hadn't told me everything about their encounters. He pulled out his softening cock and she moaned her disappointment. He knelt between her legs and grabbing his cock, he began to sadistically slap her sensitive clitoris with his apple-sized head. The first time he did this she curled in a little ball and whimpered. His strong arms pulled her legs back apart and he continued to pummel her pussy. She squirmed like she was being shocked by an electric current - and actually had several more orgasms.
Danny was finished by 1045. His cock had been inside my wife's pussy for almost the entire time. He had come at least, from what I could tell, two very potent times. Stacy had cum so many times there been no way I could count them.
He had left her on the couch, legs spread, sore, and pussy gaping open in the cool basement air. He bade her "Ciao", and, in a supremely arrogant manner, said he would call her the next day. When the basement door closed, from my hiding place, my dick in my hand, I saw Stacy get up from her prone position on the couch – very slowly and gingerly – and sit upright. She was slouched over, her back making a graceful arch from her naked ass to her hanging head. My wife looked like she had been run over by a truck – an Italian truck with a battering ram for a cock.
Battered and bruised, her perky breasts now sagged over her flat stomach and she just seemed – well, loose! Minutes before she was a firm well toned young lady – and now she looked like a meat hammer had pounded her. I watched with wonder as she got up and shakily got to her feet. The light hit her crotch. In the brief second that it was lit I saw that her once fluffy black patch of pubic hair had been transformed into a flat lifeless tangled wet mat glistening in the meager light.
Reliving the scene later that evening, after putting my tired and bruised wife into bed, I realized that it had not been a very tender meeting. Danny was out to get himself some married pussy. He wasn't concerned about contraception or her safety. His only concern was getting some forbidden cunt and cuckolding a husband. Well, guess what, I didn't mind at all.
I played it back in my head over and over: His shiny cock pulled out of her dripping cavern wit a loud slurp. He held the twitching battering ram high over her ripping belly. It was a long probe of thick turgid flesh, hardened by his excitement and the massaging of her clutching vaStacy. It twitched, shiny bright with her juices dripping from it. It almost shown with its own light. After examining it with a proud leer, he arched his ass and pointed the spear down towards her still gaping hole and plunged inside to my wife's loud moans of delight.
Before we left, some 3 days later, I had the extreme pleasure of watching my suddenly oversexed wife banged by Danny two more times - and into the pregnancy she should have had years ago. Yes, one month after we returned home we found out for sure that she was pregnant with our third child. We both knew it had to be Danny's.
I guess some things are just meant to be.
(THE END)
LAST PART
Stacy stood there uncertainly. The cellar was cold and I could tell that it was affecting her nipples which were long and hard. They poked through her thin housecoat. There were security lights on the house next door. They dimly shone into the basement through a side window. When my eyes became accustomed, it was actually quite bright in that room. At exactly ten PM the outline of a short but broad man (I had never met Danny or seen a photo of him) appeared at the door. He was quite visible through the glass. Stacy saw him but did not move. Five minutes later, the figure outside was moving from side to side in anticipation, but she still hadn't moved. I was getting rather anxious and I thought, ok, this is not going to happen. And Danny was going to leave. She was on her own. I couldn't say anything because she would know I was spying.
And then she moved.
She kind of swished slowly over to the door. The she reached up, unlocked it's dead bolt (I could see Danny quickly duck out of the way at the sound) and then, my heart in my throat, she actually did it. She opened the door just a crack. Then I heard her whisper out into the cold, "Danny?" The still shadow moved. I heard one word from him in a rather deep, Italian-accented voice, "Yes", and that was all.
In an instant he had brushed Stacy aside and was in the basement with the door quickly closing behind him. Without any preliminaries (they had been dancing on the phone for days) he took her into his arms and squeezed her to him. This was followed by an audible gasp from Stacy suddenly hushed by a huge kiss. At first stunned, my shy wife did nothing. Then a moment later she seemed to explode.
Her arms went up around Danny's shoulders and she was kissing him hard. She had been teasing him for days and the lust she had built up in him (and unknowingly in her) had reached a bursting point. In the space of several minutes, Danny had kissed her lips, face, neck, and breasts, lifted her robe and clutched her pert naked ass, squeezing it over and over. I was totally mesmerized with the stunning swiftness of the encounter. He was mumbling something to her in Italian, a language I suddenly regretted not knowing. She understood him and was trying to say something back. Knowing my wife it was probably something like, " High, how are you doing?" or something completely inane like that.
Danny was impatient. His hand had wormed its way to her pussy. His fingers massaged her outer lips and could instantly tell that she was hot and ready. I heard for the first time the victorious laugh that Stacy had describes to me in her stories. His middle finger roughly slipped inside her, and, bending her over, he bit her neck. She moaned and her knees buckled. Danny spotted the couch and worked his way over to it, half carrying Stacy. He slipped her robe off her shoulders and lay her on the couch. He didn't bother to strip off all of his clothes, only his pants. They fell to the basement floor with a rustle. I caught a quick glimpse of his straining cock as he stripped his jockey shorts off and pushed them on top of his pants. What I saw gave me quick pause. I never asked Stacy how big Danny was (it just never occurred to me) but I have to admit I was instantly jealous. In a sexually excited way, that is. In the dim light and maybe it was the shadows, but it looked pretty big.
Danny fell on Stacy's prone form and moved his head between her loosely spread legs and chuckled softly to himself. He whispered that he was very happy to see that she hadn't shaved any of her hair off. He always loved it bushy. He asked if she did just for him. He was a conceited bastard, I'll say that for him. But Stacy said the right thing. She breathlessly whispered aback that she never shaved in memory of him. In great excitement he said that he knew she would never forget his cock and dove between her legs and began to lick his tongue in great long swipes in between her swollen pussy lips. She moaned and shivered her acceptance of his long flicking muscle.
Through my little spy-hole, I watched Stacy squirm and twist in a sexual frenzy. She had a series of mini orgasms from his tongue flicking at her clit and worming its way in and out of her wet, sensitive hole. She had lost any thoughts of reluctance right after he started to kiss her. My wife's legs spread wide, a wordless and insistent invitation for him to fuck her.
The next moments are permanently etched in my mind. Lifting her trembling legs to his shoulders he wedged his hips between her firm thighs. I could finally see his cock, no shadows this time. I was right - he was big. I experienced the stab of jealousy again. His cock made contact with her swollen lips. She thrust her pussy up at his cockhead partially enveloping the little monster. My jealousy increased. She wanted him, no doubt. A guttural sound came out of his mouth and I realized that he had just laughed again. Looking down at her in complete victory, he savagely pushed his cockhead past her lips making her jerk as it snapped by the tight ring of muscle protecting her tunnel. His long thick shaft disappeared from sight as her vaStacy avidly swallowed him whole in one determined thrust. My jealousy reached a peak - and suddenly turned into a powerful lust.
His cock moved like a piston in an engine cylinder. Over, and over, and over again, he plunged his thick, hard tool into her tight pussy until it was no longer tight. Her juices, fully activated and churned into a froth by his persistent pounding, was making the short back and forth journey of his cock very easy. As the long hard battering ram traversed her vaStacy with less and less effort, the rapidity of his strokes increased until his cock literally flashed in and out of her. After several minutes of this he showed no signs of stopping or slowing but was starting to huff and puff his exertion. Stacy was totally out of control humping him back with an energy I had never seen before.
Her legs were being held up high and backward. Her beautiful butt was forced up by Danny's pushing thighs. He was bouncing up and down powerfully. His balls were moving almost straight up and down now traveling about 8 inches each way. His cock was buried deeply inside my horny wife and trying to go even deeper. He was plugging in and out of her with great need, command, and force. There was a lather forming right around Stacy's stretched pussy lips. Foam was actually coming out each time he pulled out.
Danny started to moan a strangled animal sound. Thank God everyone was asleep. Stacy whispered for him to cum. I was momentarily shocked at hearing the begging, whining tone in her voice.
She didn't wait for him. She came loudly and forcefully. He came just as she was tensing. He grunted grossly, an inward snort kind of sound, several times and never stopped lunging his cock inside her tight pussy. Stacy had several more orgasms. Danny began to get up and pull his cock out of her. I couldn't believe my wife when I heard her beg, really beg hard, for him not to pull out. He laughed a low and somewhat sinister sounding laugh.
In a deep baritone he crudely told her that she was still one hot "fuck" which made me think that maybe Stacy hadn't told me everything about their encounters. He pulled out his softening cock and she moaned her disappointment. He knelt between her legs and grabbing his cock, he began to sadistically slap her sensitive clitoris with his apple-sized head. The first time he did this she curled in a little ball and whimpered. His strong arms pulled her legs back apart and he continued to pummel her pussy. She squirmed like she was being shocked by an electric current - and actually had several more orgasms.
Danny was finished by 1045. His cock had been inside my wife's pussy for almost the entire time. He had come at least, from what I could tell, two very potent times. Stacy had cum so many times there been no way I could count them.
He had left her on the couch, legs spread, sore, and pussy gaping open in the cool basement air. He bade her "Ciao", and, in a supremely arrogant manner, said he would call her the next day. When the basement door closed, from my hiding place, my dick in my hand, I saw Stacy get up from her prone position on the couch – very slowly and gingerly – and sit upright. She was slouched over, her back making a graceful arch from her naked ass to her hanging head. My wife looked like she had been run over by a truck – an Italian truck with a battering ram for a cock.
Battered and bruised, her perky breasts now sagged over her flat stomach and she just seemed – well, loose! Minutes before she was a firm well toned young lady – and now she looked like a meat hammer had pounded her. I watched with wonder as she got up and shakily got to her feet. The light hit her crotch. In the brief second that it was lit I saw that her once fluffy black patch of pubic hair had been transformed into a flat lifeless tangled wet mat glistening in the meager light.
Reliving the scene later that evening, after putting my tired and bruised wife into bed, I realized that it had not been a very tender meeting. Danny was out to get himself some married pussy. He wasn't concerned about contraception or her safety. His only concern was getting some forbidden cunt and cuckolding a husband. Well, guess what, I didn't mind at all.
I played it back in my head over and over: His shiny cock pulled out of her dripping cavern wit a loud slurp. He held the twitching battering ram high over her ripping belly. It was a long probe of thick turgid flesh, hardened by his excitement and the massaging of her clutching vaStacy. It twitched, shiny bright with her juices dripping from it. It almost shown with its own light. After examining it with a proud leer, he arched his ass and pointed the spear down towards her still gaping hole and plunged inside to my wife's loud moans of delight.
Before we left, some 3 days later, I had the extreme pleasure of watching my suddenly oversexed wife banged by Danny two more times - and into the pregnancy she should have had years ago. Yes, one month after we returned home we found out for sure that she was pregnant with our third child. We both knew it had to be Danny's.
I guess some things are just meant to be.
(THE END)
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