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As I reached the bed, she just tugged and pulled off my lungi, and hurriedly removed my singlet. At the same instant, she lifter her nightie over her head, and came and clasped me hard. Her breasts were pressing me, and I was high. I started caressing her over her back, while she was kissing me away all over my chest, finally taking my nipple between her teeth and gently chewed on it.

My rod was in its full 6 1/2" of manhood, throbbing away..
Shyly she held it and started stroking it. I went crazy.
"Wait Sulochana. Lie down" I said and as she did.
I brought her down till her ass was at the edge.
I now knelt in front of her and with my hands spread her thighs, exposing her golden hued cunt, which was without a single hair the way I love pussy.
I put my face between her thighs and thrust my tongue deep into her wet cunt and started sliding it wildly within. "Hsssssssssssssss.. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Hmmmmmmm. Aur jorse. Aur dabake. Saab. Bahut acchahai. Humko swarg legaye.Bahut pyaare arahahai."

And as she said this, she squirted her juices into my mouth. At that time, it was delicious.
I cam up and lay down next to her, once gain deep throating her with my tongue. She held my head firm and responded with equal vigor. I kissed her all over her face, turned her, kissed her on her earlobes, her neck, her shoulder and her back and gradually went own.

As I reached her ass, she turned on her back and exposed her cunt to me, and held me in a close embrace, pulled me up and started kissing me with wet kisses all over my face. I kissed her back and asked her, "Sulochana. Teri chathee choos sakthanhun? "Awo meri sahib ji. Kyon ek. Dono chunchi or uske pura dudh aapke liye tadaparaha hai. Jaldi awo."
And she thrust her breast into my mouth which I most hungrily started sucking away and kissing them, taking her lovely pointed nipples into my mouth and sucking them and teasing them between my teeth and sucking her delicious breast milk.

She was jumping on her ass. And then she took my hand and thrust it between her thighs.
My hand rested on her moist cunt, and my finger found her clitoris, already up in the air.
In circular motion I caressed it, slowly at first and then rapidly.
"Haiiiiiiiiiiiii. Meri Bhagawan. Kya suk haire. Aur jorse karona? Meri chooth bahut kujili me hai.
Ungli daalo aur paani nikalo".
Saying this, she held on to cock and gently stroked it, saying "ithna bada! Humko bardeyga. Humko phatdeyga. Magar hum isko andar lena chathahoon."
Meanwhile I finger fucked her and at the end of ten minutes she was wild and was scratching my back leaving her nail marks all over.
She wanted me in her mouth. But I was not ready for that.
My primary aim was to fuck her and the next round would be hers.

When she was satiated with my fingers, I broke off and moved between her thighs. Gently parting them, I said,' Sulochana. Hum abhi teri andar aarhanhoon.. Abhi deko marad kya hotha hai." And placing my prick in front of her hole, I gently thrust it, but it slid in, moist as it was, as if it was more than ready to take me in. "Ayeeeeeeeeee. Kithna garam hai. Pehle dhire karo. Dheeere karo. Hum accha lagtha haina? Meri chooth pasand aya? Aapki land humko barliya hai. Math nikalo. Aapki paani meri chooth me hi chodiye. Meri pehalwan. Meri pyaare. Abhitak ye sukh nahin mila humko." And she again started kissing my chest, taking my nipple and teasing it. I started pumping her, fast and then wild. "Sulochana. Bahut accha laga mere ko.

Kitna meetahai theri chooth. Udarka ras hum peeliya. Teri jaise sujji chooth bahut kush dethahain.
"Saaab. Aapse bahut pyaar karthahai hum. Aise abhi tak humko kabhi nahin mila. Humko nahin malum tha ithna maja hai karke. Choodho. Hamesha meri andar awo. Aap kabhi bi bulao, hum tayarr hai."

And as her endearments went on, I was kissing her, and suddenly she wrapped me firmly with her strong legs, in the process her anklets making those lovely sounds and her bangles.
I was wild and humped her, and then in a few minutes I was spurting in her, jerk after jerk. And she held me tighter, placing her mouth on mine and sucking me away, as if she wanted to suck away my life from her.

We broke off, and lying side by side, we caressed each other, kissing away, fondling her breasts and sucking them till she again reached a crescendo.
We then went and washed ourselves and came back lying next to each other, in a tight embrace. Bahut e jaldi
us ki petme mera bachcha aha gaya. Uski petme mera bachcha atay hi usne unki pahali do bachchi ko apna pati ki desh ki ghar me (bihar) chor ayaee.

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MY FAITHFULL WIFE



From the moment my wife Stayla walked into her new office, she had James lusting after her. James was immediately impressed by how great she looked. He felt his face flush in embarrassment and he tried to look away but he couldn't. Completely unaware she was being watched, my wife pushed her long hair out of her eyes as she scanned the room. James gave a nervous laugh and kept looking at her, his eyes following her everywhere she went, her hips moving gently. Stayla was really striking: she had an oval face, wide set eyes of dark brown color, and an abundance of rich dark hair. She was wearing a very simple black dress with very fine straps that left her creamy shoulders bare. The dress was tightly fitted to her bosom, accentuating her breasts, and clung snugly to her slim waist and over her hips, displaying her splendid thighs. Under it there was the suggestion of a very good, full figure. She was everything a man could want. It wasn't a simple matter of being attracted to her. It wasn't a simple matter of wishing he could have her. James wanted to go up to her and tear her clothes off her supple body and take her right then and there. He had to have her. As the days went on, his knowledge of her grew, and he was even more convinced he had to have her. His erection was nearly instantaneous when she walked in every morning. James could practically sense her arrival at the office and would already be looking in her direction even before she entered the room. But the real killer was her open blouse. My wife had to know the number of days she worked beside James with an extra button or two undone. She had to know his eyes would constantly be gazing down her shirt and catching revealing glimpses of her bras. James never saw her breasts, but the shiny lace would be so visible across her flesh. She must have known, in fact, she must have purposefully tantalized him. But James knew she was married. She had been married for two years. James also knew she wouldn't have sex with him. Her marriage was her bound to traditions and customs. My wife always talked about me, her husband, who she was totally in love with. James must admit, it made him quite jealous. James certainly took every opportunity he could get to flirt with her. She usually allowed a little flirting, and sometimes even initiated it. It never went too far though, and she would always remind James that she is married, with a laugh and a smile, whenever he tried to go too far. "Let me make this clear to you. I take my marriage very seriously and I'm averse to men like you who find amusement their only purpose in life. So I won't be getting to know you better. But thank you for the offer." Her hair was the most glorious deep black, piled atop her head in heavy, silken waves and James wished nothing more at the moment than to free the pins holding it in place and watch it tumble onto her shoulders. "Perhaps some other time," James murmured, thinking he'd never seen such luscious peach skin, nor eyes like hers. "There won't be another time."
"If I ware a ladies' man”-James tried to say something. "But you are" Stayla stopped him quickly. It was the talk of town at the moment for he had the reputation of being a libertine. James smiled. "It was merely an expression. If I were a ladies' man, I'd say we are about to become good friends." "You're too arrogant. I'm not eighteen and easily infatuated by a handsome man, even one with your remarkable good looks." "Now I'm not only fascinated by your dazzling beauty. I am intrigued by your confident attitude." "Because of this, you think me available?" "So blunt Stayla." "You are interested in taking me to tea, I presume." "We'll do whatever you like," James replied, the suggestion in his voice so subtle. "You've more than enough ladies in your life. You won't miss me." "You're sure?" James murmured. "I can't change your mind?" "Absolutely sure...and no," she firmly declared. "A shame." "Speak for yourself. I have a gratifying life. If you'll excuse me," she said as she rose to her feet. " I have an appointment elsewhere." "May I offer you a ride to your appointment?" She slowly surveyed him from head to toe, her gaze coming to rest after due deliberation on his amused countenance. "No, you may not." "I'm crushed," James said, grinning. "But not for long, I'm sure," she crisply replied and waving at him, she walked away. James followed her progress across the large room and only when she'd disappeared through door, did he look away. "Wow, she's astonishingly beautiful," He couldn't help thinking. One day trying his luck, James told her. "Here, let me help you with your dress, your zipper is open." "Don't even think about trying to take advantage of me." She said, turning around to let him do the zipper. However, as soon as James touched her, she turned around again and said: "I think I can handle it from here thanks." She laughed as she grabbed her bag and left the room. Usually before leaving office, she would say, "behave yourself tonight?" as if to make sure he think of her in her absence. "Yes," James reassured her, " I will, but, what about a good night kiss?" James hoped to at least get that out of her. She smiled again, moved in close and pressed her lips against his cheeks. She smiled again and said, "That's all you get. I'm sorry, but that'll have to do. After all, I'm married and a mother of two. You know that... good night."

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It was then Stayla and me decided to throw a party at my home and invited some people from her new company. James purposely came alone, hoping for a night of passionate sex with my wife, in her own house, with me- her husband there. James, of course, did not expect it to happen, she would never do something like that, and the opportunity probably wouldn't arise either. When James arrived at the party, Stayla answered the door, dressed in a black dress that had spaghetti straps tied around her neck, and was open completely at the back. She looked incredible. James pulled her close, and hugged her. She immediately broke the hug, and smiled at him. She asked " Why didn't you bring a date?". "That would just impair my chances of flirting with you." James replied. "You are hopeless", she told him, and walked away. His palms sweated the entire evening. His heart raced every time my wife stepped by him. Stayla’s perfume caressed the air. She was dressed with grace and eloquence. With a few buttons undone... Of course he looked down it. His eyes fought to gain sight of my wife’s nipples. He knew Stayla caught him looking. Several times my wife looked up at him, but James never broke his gaze from the heavenly sight. She never tried to cover it. As the night went on, James barely had time with her. At one point he saw her going towards the kitchen. James followed her and saw her heading for the fridge. She opened it and leant over. In one move James came behind her, put his hands on her hips, and rubbed gently. She was so surprised she had to grab the door of the fridge just as she realized who was behind her. She immediately turned towards him, completely flushed and said. " Listen, James, this can't happen. So please don't embarrass me in my own house, okay?" Her tone was very serious and determined. "Okay. But, you can't expect me not to take opportunities as they arise. You know how badly I want you Stayla?" James said. "Whatever ...just...just don't do that again. Please." She turned, picked up her vegetable tray, and left the kitchen. Now, James knew he had to have her in her house. His opportunity came soon. James was with a group of guests, in the corner, when he saw my wife moving down the hall to her room. His mind raced. Quickly he headed after her and made way to the room. Stayla was alone. Perfect, James thought as he bolted the door. "Oh it's you again", my wife said, "I thought I told you to behave yourself". "Yeah. But I came to tell you look as gorgeous as ever," James said. "You've always looked great in black. It's one of my favorite colors." She did look stunning, her hair pulled back with one loose curl caressing the side of her face. James had a sudden impulse to reach out and twist that curl around his finger. James cleared his throat. "Listen, Stayla, thanks for a wonderful evening,"James said, trying to find something to keep her longer. "It's ok," she replied. "I hope I'll be seeing more of you tonight," James added with a smile. "I doubt it," My wife said, "I have to attend to my other guests."
"You know that dress send mixed signals," James said quietly. "All aggressive on the outside, all soft and feminine on the inside. Like you." James couldn't resist, he leaned forward and touched her cheek lightly withhis hand. "Forget it, I'm married," My wife said, quickly stepping back. "You are sure you don't want to?" James stopped, but didn't take his hand away. "Well if you are sure, you are sure," she smiled. "I won't spend more time with you, Stayla," James said softly. "I love being with you. " James brushed the loose curl back from her face. Then gently caressing her cheek, he moved down the side of her neck, touching her gently. "Don't" my wife said, but she didn't move back. "I want to kiss your neck, and slowly unbutton your blouse. I want to feel the smoothness of your breasts in my hands." Stayla didn't move. James lifted her heavy mass of hair, put his mouth on her neck, letting his breath warm her skin, his tongue sliding down the hollow of her collarbone, then working its way slowly back to her ear. Stayla appeared to be in a trance. James wanted her to be unafraid. James wanted her to want this as much as he did. His heart was absolutely pounding. His body was alive with heat that exited through hisbreath. James looked the length of her exposed knees and up to her thighs and into the eventual darkness under her dress. Once more Stayla stopped him. "James, stop it. We have to stop now. You agreed. Anyone could catch us here." " Stayla, you know you want this. I can see it in your eyes. I don't care anymore what we agreed upon, I want you and I know you want me." But James knew he could say nothing to change the moment's thought. So he moved to kiss her. "What did I just tell you just now?" My wife again protested. "I wanted to do that for so long," James whispered in her ears, and as he slowly slid his hand under her dress. "I said 'don't'", Stayla pulled her face away, but didn't remove his hand. James looked at her quizzically, a half smile playing around the corner of his mouth, his voice seductively casual "why not?" "Because I can't," my wife said pleadingly, as his hand continued to move under her skirt. She didn't move as James placed his hand on her left thigh. Her eyes looked down and away as a maddening jolt of energy spiked through his fingers and across hisbody. James was touching a part of my wife that he never thought he would. James rubbed his hand slightly against the exposed skin. So smooth. She was frozen stiff. He moved his left hand to her cheek, and turned her towards him. Her face was radiant. Her long hair fell to her shoulders as her head turned. "Do you want me to stop", James asked, letting his fingers brush against her inner thigh with increasing pressure.
"We shouldn't..." My wife said as his fingers moved closer to her panties. "Why ...?" James looked at her with amusement, his finger still working on her. "Would you take your hand off there, please? I don't want this," Stayla managed to say. "Yes, you do," James continued to graze hisfingers over her crotch. "I don't..." she protested. She tried to keep her voice level, but her breath was now in quick little gasped. James pinned her to the wall like a butterfly, letting her flutter for a minute before he said "you want it... but you won't admit it." His voice was barely a whisper. She put her hands on his chest to push him away, and just as she pushed, James grabbed her with both hands and held her. For a long moment, she fought against him and tried to get away. Finally, she looked into his eyes, and mumbled, "I hate you." Determined to make this go further, James knew he had to act quickly. "Shut up and kiss me," James said, as he brought his lips to hers again. This time, her lips closed on his, and they quickly found their selves in a heated embrace. His arms were around her before she realized it. Their mouths kissed with fever. His tongue curled against hers as her hands moved against his cheeks.

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The moment of truth had passed. My wife and James were going to have sexual intercourse. He was uncertain of what to do. There were so many parts of her he wanted to touch, so many parts of her he wanted to see. Should he feel her breasts first? With one swift move, James backed her again to the wall. She watched as James undid her straps and exposed the upper portion of her chest. He had to see her breasts. He had to see and touch those nipples. He had to feel those poking nubs against his tongue, teeth, and mouth. His hands felt her chest as it heaved under him. The touch was like cream. The smoothness made him push his cock against her harder. James was leaning against her now. Undoubtedly she could feel his erection against her leg. Swiftly he put his mouth on the top of her breast, and he heard my wife gasp at the sensation as he licked along the edge of the bra, outlining each breast with his tongue. James slid the straps of her bra down to her arms, pulling it down under her breasts, freeing them. James licked my wife’s nipple, sucking on it gently, then harder and harder, making her moan with pleasure. His own body had hiked her dress way up, and he could see the white panties beneath. James started to move his hand to it, but instead cupped her right thigh, his finger barely pressing against her panties. Again, James wasn't sure how much she would appreciate him enjoying this. He rubbed his hand between her legs, pressing against her thigh but letting the slightest pressure push against her. Almost roughly he hiked her dress up to her hips and he fell to his knees and kissed her panties with a feverish lust. "Oohh..." My wife moaned softly as she stroked his hair. The look in her eye confirmed what James had always suspected. She could never give herself to him by her own free will. Then he pulled down her panties to her knees, letting my wife feel the cool air on her bare skin. James knew what pleasure he was giving her. Already Stayla’s hips were moving toward him in a simulation of sex. Her hands reached for the buckles of his belt, but he held away from her, whispering urgently, " what does the lady want, tell me what you want?" And she moaned " please". She was shaking all over; sweat running down her face, and on her breasts. As they continued, they heard voices just outside the room. Her children’s voice was one he recognized just a few feet away, around the corner, and the fear of being caught washed over him. My wife had heard it too. Her inner battle began. Her mind knew that they faced discovery at any moment, and that they absolutely should stop immediately. But the growing, wonderful sensation in my wife, was winning the battle. James felt her body tremble as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. James clumsily opened his zipper and took out his cock. Stayla squirmed. James entered her in one quick, hard thrust. My wife cried out, but he silenced her with his mouth, his tongue meeting hers, sucking on it. James moved his pelvis hard against her, thrusting into her over and over again. "Uhh........ Uhh………..Uhh………Uhh" She moved forward, pushing herself onto his cock. James started to hump her slowly as he kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts. My wife’s cunt tightened around his cock, squeezing pleasure from it like a soaked piece of clothing. James had to savour the moment. He loved the way she kept clutching at his ass, grabbing at him, roughly, almost painfully, pulling him more deeply into her, harder and harder each time. Just as James picked up the pace, my wife buried her head in her arm to avoid from screaming. They could still hear her children's voice through the thin walls. They ware probably only ten feet away. "Oh,.. Oh, …Oh..." Her fingernails dug into his buttocks and as she stiffened against him, James felt his own orgasm rising, scalding within him. He lowered his hands to her waist, as loads after loads he shot his sperm inside her. Stiffing their cries they came at each other one last time, arching up, way up, then collapsing, panting over each other. They waited, breathing heavily, while time and space came back to normal. "God...you are so good at that," Stayla said, and it sounded like a complaint. James kissed her face gently all over. "I've wanted to do that for so long," James whispered. He picked up her bras and handed it to her wordlessly. Silently she put it on, tied the shoulder straps of her dress and turned to go. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. " You are one of a kind." James closed the door behind her and leaned against it, still out of breath. James felt better, more alive. He waited a few minutes and then went to join the guests. He however did not stay long and moved to the door. For him it was a conquest long awaited.

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Many more stories in this series are still there , but except Blue Bull and Nand and a handful of others nobody responding by likes etc,


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MY MOTHER IS A BITCH


Let me first introduce ourselves. I am an 18 yr old Bengali girl from a traditional ***** family. I live with my mother and my father and my sister. My father was working in a small biscuit factory as an accounts Clark. My mother is also a Bengali lady around 38. She really has a sexy figure. A bit chubby, her best feature is her 36D boobs and her butts. You can feel her round ass through her saree. Sometimes when she wears transparent saree and nightie or gown at night she looks awesome. She is very jolly likes talking and smiling. Due to boredom sometimes she flirts with men though my dad never knew it. But as far as I knew she was devoted to my dad very much. My younger sister Pinky is just 15. She also looks very beautiful like me.
One day my mom got one phone call from my dad’s office. One employee from the office informed my mom that my father was arrested by the local security officer for some bribery charges. We rushed to the security officer station but were unable to release him spending the whole day in that security officer station. The factory manager Dilip sing was a very influential man and my dad was arrested as per his request. One constable in the security officer station told us it is not possible for them to release him now without proper investigation and they will appeal to the court to keep him in their custody for another 15 days. My mom started crying after listening that my dad have to spend at least 15 days in this jail. Then the constable told my mom to request Dilip Singh for my dad’s release. If he permits then they can discharge my dad easily. We returned to our home being very tired and frustrated. Next morning my mom called Mr Dilip over phone and asked for my dad’s release. My mom requested him many times but he was not ready to withdraw his report. The next day morning my mom called him again and started begging him. This time Mr. Sigh became slightly soft may be because of my mom’s crying and requested my mom to meet him in his residence office in the lunch time. My mom went to meet him in the afternoon and came back after three hours. Her hairs were untied; her lip color was dragged to her chin as if she was crying hard or washed her face with some cloth without caring about her lip color. When I asked her about the meeting, she told that Mr. Sing was busy in a meeting and told her to come tomorrow. For the next 4 days my mom went to meet him but failed because either he was busy in a meeting or was not present in his office in the lunchtime. But everyday when she returned I always found something unusual. Like one day I found her blouse was wet at places and a suspected bite mark in her neck. But I did not care much about this because I was very upset regarding my dad’s release. Fifth day when my mom went to meet him I found her very excited. That day I had a terrible headache. When after 3 hours she did not return home then I called him in her mobile.
Me : Mom where are you??

Mom: mmm…..Babu I will be late….(I could hear her breathing heavily,her voice chocking)….mmmm….hows your… mmmm….headache??

Me:I am fine…where are you??

Mom: Singh ji….is …mmmm/……showing some documents to me…….it can help your dad’s release…(I heard someone commanding from behind)….mmm…your mom is busy in the meeting with some company lawyers……..uff slowly baba……..what I was saying to you? …. yes…I will be slightly late today.

Before a can speak anything someone snapped the phone but I managed to hear a sharp moan of my loved mother. I kept wondering what become of her. After five hours she returned home. I opened the door and saw her standing with three heavily build men. She managed a smile and pointing to one guy out of them she said “ he is Mr. Dilip Singh.” She also said that other guys are his friends and they would have dinner with us and stay tonight. I nodded and watched her barely walk. Mr. Singh asked her to get bath while they sat down for T.V. I went near the bathroom and was very surprised to hear that she was singing a hit hindi flim song while taking her shower. At dinner table she served wearing a transparent nightie. I had never seen it and guessed Mr. Singh had bought it. She was flushed red in front of me while Mr. Singh chatted casually with me. He called mom by her name as if she was his wife and asked her to sit beside him. I could clearly see him putting his hand on my mom’s thigh. They casually chatted about the food while my mom looked down (I could see guilt and fear in her face). I was impatient to know her fate after the dinner. The thought of mom being forced in our house in front of me was making me go wet. After the dinner he whispered something to my mom, to which she was not ready and begged him for that. I couldn’t hear but I guessed he threatened her. Reluctantly she got up and asked me and my sister to come with her in her bedroom. When we entered in her bedroom I found that Mr. Singh and all his friends are waiting for us sitting on my mom’s bed. As soon as we entered one guy went near our bedroom door and locked it from the inside. They looked at us as though we were some trapped prey. They seemed to be in no hurry. They need not fear anything as now no one else will hear anything inside our house and everyone knows that we sleep around 10.30 and we cannot even expect a phone call. I looked at my mother expecting her to perform some miracle to save us. She asked Mr. Singh in a shivering voice what they wanted. One of them stepped forward and slapped her. He told her in a menacing voice, “Don’t talk unless we ask you”. He continued ‘we will take all that we want and more so don’t bother’. One of them, a man as dark as one could be with bulging eyes, asked Mr. Singh in a casual, matter of fact manner said, ‘ where do we start’.

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My sister let out a cry. She started sobbing. She was afraid. She didn’t understand anything. She just started crying. One of the tall persons came near, he just pulled my hair and slapped me, it was a stinging slap, I stared at him afraid even to cry. He said in a low voice, ‘ask that bitch to stop crying or you will get more’. That was enough; the voice and the slap made my sister stop as suddenly as she started. Her hands went up to her mouth as if to stop any sound escaping from her. We were never slapped or beaten before. We will start with my slut’ pointing to my mother Mr. Singh said. The guy again said “Singh Ji why don’t you go and start the show”. But Mr.Sing said “you go first. I have been fucking that bitch for the last 4 days”. The language was terrifying. It sent a chill up my spine. I understood what he meant. I don’t know whether my sister understood it or not. My mother looked shocked beyond any thing ever seen. Sweat was forming on her brows though the air conditioning was working. I could see her trying to control her shivering. Of late I came to understand what sexual arousal was. We were all in our nighties. Suddenly I realized I am no longer terrified. I was looking at the scene somewhat curiously. What will they do now? Are they just threatening us or will they really... A host of questions cropped up in my mind. The black man who asked Mr. Singh to start first, with his bulging eyes laughed crookedly and went near my mother. Her proud shoulders sagging. Her beautiful face now looked ugly. She raised her head helplessly to see what is going to happen. He commanded her to stand. She tried to stand up but her knees were weak and she almost fell back. He caught her shoulders and made her stand. Then he barked out “undress”. She didn’t understand him. She looked at him quizzically. He again said in a rough voice “remove your dress”. She was dazed. She didn’t move nor made any attempt to undress. One of the men silently came near me and pulled me up holding my hair. I screamed “No” and stood up not able to bear the pain. His hand suddenly lifted my nighty and tried to grope between my thighs. I screamed out and tried to wriggle free. Another was going near my sister. My mother shouted at the top of her lungs. “No, No, I will undress”. Frantically she tried to remove her nighty over her head. She had no bra, no panty, just a petticoat which came to just above her knees. Her 34 sized breasts were heaving wildly probably out of fright. Her large pink nipples were clearly visible from inside the petticoat. She had a bit thick thighs while her behind was full. She stood there in her petticoat. But he wanted her to remove even that. She really had no choice. She pulled the petticoat with trembling hands over her head. There she stood naked before all of us. Even I couldn’t stop appreciating her body. It had very little fat on it. Well carved, full and ripe. Her eyes were looking down out of shame. There was some hair around her pelvic region. She just stood there like a statue. Whether she really believed these guys will leave me out or was it that she lost her power to think rationally or is it that she was desperate and trying to gain time hoping something will happen in the meanwhile. At that moment I know that they will fuck all three of us. My knees went weak with this realization. I collapsed back on the bed. I was trembling with the realization of what was to come. I was worried about my sister. She probably didn’t realize what was to come or even understand what happened when they fuck her. Meanwhile the man barked another command to my mother, “Undress me”, this time there was no mistaking. My mother was now beyond shock. She mechanically undid his pant, unzipping him and then removed his shirt. He was stark naked. Black, stout, muscular and his organ was very thick. It was erect and there were a few drops of pre cum on its head. It was crooked. He told her to caress it. Her little palms went over it and caressed it delicately afraid he would get angry.

It grew in size with her caressing, becoming thicker and longer. “Hold my balls bitch” he was almost whispering. My mother held his balls and delicately caressed them. I looked at her face. The eyes were closed. Her face was impassive. He suddenly pulled her face towards him and started chewing her lower lip. Her body shook. Her hand tightened around his thick dick. Is she losing control over herself or was she trying to please him hoping he wouldn’t hurt her.

He was becoming restless. His body probably never felt this delicate touch. He looked straight out of gutters. His face rough with a scar extending down his left cheek. His hand moved over my mother’s stomach and was caressing it lightly. Then it moved up and held her left nipple and was lightly playing with it. I observed the nipple becoming hard. Then his other hand went down between her thighs. They were shut tightly. My mother probably understood his intention and separated them a little allowing his hand to move there. His finger poked and I guessed it must have made some inroads though I couldn’t see it. My mother’s face was flushing and her breath became heavy. I knew he was trying to arouse her and she was trying to control her feelings. Probably she wished he just bangd her brutally instead of arousing her before her daughters. This man looked a brute but he had a way with women. I chided myself for these feelings. I wished this is over quickly. I knew I am getting wet down there observing this stimulating performance. Suddenly he told her to lie on the bed. My mother stepped back and quietly sat at first and then moved up, he said, “No, just lie on the edge” I didn’t understand what he meant but she understood. She moved to the edge her waist up was on the bed while her legs were hanging down the bed. He held her legs up as if he is a performer exhibiting his magic. He moved them apart. There I could see for the first time the often described love hole of my mother. It was open. The lips spread a bit. But it wasn’t large. How he is going to send the dick into it?

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MY MOTHER IS A BITCH (PART 2)




It was pink with hair on both sides. Her stomach was flat, her breasts now just spread a bit. Her eyes were closed. Probably she was anticipating that he will now get in. Her hands were gripping the bed sheet. My sister just put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. He moved between her legs. I couldn’t take off my eyes from the unfolding fuck. He held his thick penis near the opening of my mother’s pussy. It was really ugly to look at. A real monster. He poked the head between the vaginal lips as if clearing the way. Then unexpectedly he lounged forward with full force, I didn’t know what exactly happened, because his back obstructed my view, but my mother screamed, I never heard her scream that way, it was heart rendering, it was like an animal
wailing loudly. “NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” I understood he must have ploughed in tearing her apart. Her legs were flaying desperately to relieve the pain. He was bent over her. Probably he wanted this position to penetrate her fully at one stroke. Being a science student I knew this posture allowed him maximum penetration. Her hands were desperately trying to push him back as her waist was totally crushed by his weight. His hands held her hands and pushed them over her head. He was half bent over her. His mouth went near the right nipple and he started nibbling it holding it lightly between his teeth. She was totally under his control. Every muscle in her body dominated by his counter part, crushing them and taking a lot of pleasure out of it. I saw his waist moving very slowly. What is he doing? I think my mother tried to adjust herself to the implanted monster inside her. She was desperately trying to move her waist to make the way as smooth as possible. He again moved inside but slowly, he knew he had dominated her, that she is at his mercy. I saw glee on his face. I could see him only from one side. “You will enjoy this baby, you will enjoy this ride into heavens” he was muttering aloud. He started moving in and out slowly. His movement, controlled and rhythmic. He freed her hands and one of his hands went down trying something between her thighs. What is he doing I wondered. I didn’t know that he was holding my mother’s clit and caressing it while he stopped all movement for some time. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed but the lips were partially open, her legs were now on his back. Her hands were tightly gripping the pillow. What happened to her? There is no mark of pain anywhere? Just a few moments back she shouted as if she was about to die. Then I knew the man is not only dominating her but is also totally controlling her. His play with her clit probably aroused my mother, she was desperately trying to regain her control but unable to hold back, her waist moved a bit upwards as if it wanted him. He knew he had conquered her. He moved in for the kill. He gave one strong thrust and my mother moaned

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA” and she thrust her waist up, “good girl” he complimented her. Have the suppressed sexual feelings unleashed now? I know now it is no longer bang. She is enjoying it and wanted more. He moved in with quick deep thrusts each thrust eliciting an unsuppressed moan from my mother. The sounds were meaningless. Did she realize we were there? Her waist is now trying to match him. Her legs entwined his waist. He was feeling cramped. He removed her legs from around his waist and put them on his shoulders. I realized now it is going to be something different. There is no protest from my mother. Her eyes closed tightly not wanting to look at us. He went in with deep thrusts heaving my mother. Her body shook like a leaf in a storm with his thrusts and she moaned loudly “Godddddddd”. Did she ever have this experience before? She tried to hold his shoulders to stop herself from being pushed up the bed. He pulled her down a bit and bent down to take her lips. Her legs were bent up with her knees almost touching her shoulders. She was spread it out like a whore. Her waist rose unnaturally. He started pumping her like a piston moving fast. He covered her lips with her, her moans were now muffled. What I saw really upset me. Oh god he made my mother into a real slut before our eyes. I looked at my sister, I was surprised to see her looking at my mother with wonder in her eyes. There was no fear in them now. I felt my hand moving unconsciously towards my pussy, I knew it was damn wet there. His thrusts became stronger, the whole bed was shaking a bit, I saw my mother free her lips from his, she was breathing heavily, her hands gripping his shoulders fiercely. Her waist was trying to move fast. Something was welling up inside her. I realized she is reaching her orgasm. Oh my god I thought, she is actually going to cum in a bang. Then came the sound, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, NOoooooooooo” and her body gave a mighty jerk and became stiff. She was not allowing him to move. He too stopped. Probably he was gloating over his conquest. In a few seconds my mother’s body became limp. He withdrew from her. His pole still erect, hungry and glistening with the liquids. He looked at her and ordered, “Now that’s enough slut, get up and suck me”. Why didn’t he cum inside her? Is he exhibiting that he is the master of the situation and that she is his slave? My mother got up unwillingly; she might want to lie down for some time to savor her orgasm. But he thrust his black thick pole towards her. I understood that by making her lick and suck her own juices he is taking a lot of pleasure in the very act itself. Her tongue slowly licked his pole of all her juices and then he went in to her mouth smoothly. This time there was no choking. My mother moved her mouth all over his pole. Her head moving up and down on his pole. Her hair was loose now. Her face was totally covered by her hair. We could only see the movement. She was moving very fast, probably to make him cum fast. He realized that and held her head to slow down. He held her head still and started fucking her as if it was all that mattered to him. Again his rod was hitting the throat and causing pain, he was oblivious to that, his pace increased, probably he was about to cum, and as suddenly he stopped, he told her to lie on the bed. “spread your legs, bitch” he ordered, he mounted her and gave a deep strong thrust that again brought a moan out of my mother’s throat. Then he vigorously fucked her a few times, it was clear he was going to cum, and then we heard the strange sound, “take it rich bitch, now you have my seed inside you” and with that he clung to her. His jerks slowed down. We could see the white liquid tickling down my mother’s thighs. She neither moved nor said anything. I looked at the other two and was shocked to see that one of them was filming the whole thing. Did my mother observe this? What are they going to do with the film? As I was wondering about this I saw the other tall person reach the bed. The one who mounted her so far already was up and lighting a cigarette.

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He said, “The bitch is tight”. I looked at the 2nd person. His limp penis is now erect again. He said to no one in particular, I’ll take the girl. “Oh god” I know he meant me. He casually stepped out of his jeans and walked up to me. My mother suddenly realized what was about to happen and screamed “No, don’t touch her”. Then there was derisive laughter all around. The one who was coming for me said, “Whore, you enjoyed the fuck, why do you want to deny the pleasure to your girl” and he pulled me up. My mother tried to get up and come between us, but the one who neared her slapped her hard and said in a threatening voice, “If we don’t fuck, we will kill” She was taken aback. She tried to plead, but the one who was filming said quietly, “do you think we will leave without fucking all of you, if you cooperate it will cause no hurt, and we will help your husband to get out from the jail also, other wise you will be hurt and anyway we will fuck you the whole night”. She was aghast at what to do. Oh my god, I thought my sister will be bangd and still she is a child, what will happen to her.


The one who came near me just lifted my nighty and out of fear I raised my hands allowing him to take it out and he threw it aside. I had a panty and a petticoat. He stepped back and looked at me. Every one said I looked beautiful. I had a breast that pointed out and the 32 size attracted immediate attention. I exercised regularly and my body showed it. He told me to remove my panty. I was hesitant but slowly I removed my panty. Now only the petticoat was covering my fair body. Unknowingly my nips felt hard. My mother was open mouthed. He went back and sat on the other bed. He told me to come and sit between his legs. What’s his plan? I wondered. Why isn’t he throwing down on the bed. He siganalled the other to go ahead with my mother. The tall man was naked by this time. He told my mother to lie on her stomach on the edge of the bed. I was sitting between the leg and his rod was rubbing over the back of my neck. It was a strange sensation to feel that monster which will in a while tear me apart. I was a virgin and I know that it will be very painful when it penetrates me. My couldn’t grasp what he is about to do. He separated the ass cheeks of my mother. I understood his intention. He is going to fuck her ass hole. I read about it. Oh god I thought, will she stand it. He asked my sister to give him any liquid lotion. She gave a bottle and he poured it over her ass cheeks and rubbed it into her ass hole. When my mother understood his intention she cried out, “NOOOOOOO, NNOT THERE”

And tried to turn, but he gave her a blow between her shoulders which made her slump on the bed. His penis was a bit small when compared to others probably 7 inches but it was as thick. He bent down and placed it near her hole and pushed. It must be very painful for she was screaming at the top of her lungs. We couldn’t see it clearly but probably her sphincter must have been torn. He paid little attention to her screams. I could feel the rod at my back becoming hot and restless. It must be giving him a kick. His hand was on my left breast. He was caressing it and slowly pinching my nip. His other hand was rubbing my shoulder. My mother’s screams were now muffled. He was moving in and out slowly as if he cared a lot about her pain. In a few moments there were no screams at all. He was increasing the pace. His strokes were pushing her forward and she was smashing the bed. His hands moved and were holding the two breasts as if for support. He was crushing them. I heard muffled painful moans. Then one of his hands went under her. I don’t know what happened but in a few moments my mother started moaning and her waist was pushing back. Was he holding her clit? The pressure on my nipples increased. He pulled me up and made me sit in his lap. Now the rock hard thing was touching my ass.
He whispered in my ears, “Your mother is a real fucker, see how she is raising her ass hole” his breath was over my ears. It was heavy. His body was touching me, his hand slowly slid down to my thigh. It was rubbing over it and it was producing some strange sensations in my body. His tongue was licking my ear. His hand pushed my petticoat up and was groping for the opening or rather he was lightly rubbing the whole area. The latent fires in my body were stoked. I was trying hard to keep still but it was proving an impossible task. I looked at my sister. She was alone and looking at my mother and me alternatively. My mother seemed to have lost all sense of the situation. She was moaning “yes, yessss, hold it, goddd”, his hand was still under her. Probably her clit is too sensitive and she will lose herself if that is touched. Now his thrusts were powerful and deep, still she was responding. The white delicate body of my mother under the dark muscular body of him was surreal. She was rich and educated, he was black, rough. He was supposing to be banging her, but no one who witnessed it would call that a bang.

Her thrusts and moans have made me shed my inhibitions, any way my body was responding to his caressing. His hands were now roaming freely everywhere. My body wanted something .


(END OF PART 2)

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MY MOTHER IS A BITCH (LAST PART)
 

  My hand gripped his hand. My grip probably conveyed the urge building in my body. He took my hand and placed it on his thick hot penis. “My god” I whispered to myself. To feel it was totally electric. It seemed life was pulsating in it. It seemed much bigger than I imagined. He made me move my hands move over it. His breath becoming much thicker. His finger went into my love hole. I gasped as he separated the vaginal lips. Small tremors ran all over my body. His finger was playing with the vaginal tip. I moved my waist. My body wanted something more. It went a bit deeper probing it. I wanted it to go much deeper. Suddenly his fingers caught my clit and squeezed it slightly. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the sound escaped my lips. It was exhilarating. All my nerves seemed to be jumping up and down. I squeezed my thighs. “What do you want baby?” he whispered in my ears. Suddenly I came out of my reverie, I opened my eyes and found my mother urging the man to go deeper she was almost shouting “deeper, deeper, more deeper………you bustard fuck me more deeper”
“goddddd, I am commmingggggggggg” she was sprawled on the bed. The man stopped for a brief moment and again started riding her. There seemed some urgency in his fucking. Then he banged into her and clung to her. His thick semen oozing out onto the bed sliding down my mother’s thighs. She didn’t get up. Just stayed there flat on her stomach. He slowly got up and said in a low voice, “She is a real bitch”. He made me get up and took me to the bed on which my mother was sprawled and my sister was sitting. From her looks I understood that my sister is aroused. There is neither shame nor fear in her looks. Her thighs were squeezed tightly together. The one with camera handed it to the dark one who fucked my mother and went near my sister. I was thrown on the bed, my petticoat over my waist. He tore the petticoat in the middle and I was stark naked. Again fear cropped up inside me. My mother by now was up and looking dazed. He came over me and told me to spread my legs. I spread them hesitatingly. He came between my legs and his hand went to my pussy. He held the clit and started squeezing it again. The fires roared again. I gasped and my lips opened partially. He bent down and started chewing my left nip lightly. My body was in convulsions. I know I was wet down there. All that I saw made me horny like never before. I wanted him to ride me, maul me. My body wanted some kind of punishment. My hands held his head. I wanted him to push that bloody pole inside me and plough me deep. He was not coming. He just went down and I felt his breath down there. It was exhilarating. His tongue was flicking at my vaginal lips like a snake does. “Hhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” I moaned loudly. I pressed his head towards my pussy. His tongue went to my clit teasing it, lightly rubbing it. I lost all control and my legs went round his head and I almost screamed, “FUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEE”. He seemed to want to hear this. I knew everyone must have been shocked. Then he seemed to adjust his pole near my hole. I could sense it. It was groping for the opening and found it. By this time I was so wet it wouldn’t be difficult for him send it in. It glided in. My body felt some kind of relief. I wanted him to have the whole cunt and tried to spread as wide as possible. He thrust in. it went in a few inches and found an obstruction. “So you are a virgin” he said aloud. I didn’t want to reply. He poked around and with a mighty thrust tore my hymen and implanted himself. A searing pain went around my vagina. I screamed “Muuuummmyyy…….” which is what I shout whenever in pain. I felt a soft hand holding my palm and knew my mother was there. I didn’t want to look at her. He moved back a bit and my body reacted in a very unnatural way. It didn’t want the black rod withdrawn. My walls tried to tighten around it preventing its withdrawal.

He kept quiet for a while allowing my pain to die down. In a few moments the pain was gone. I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me. He was like a king who conquered a new territory. And he started with slow jerks, each one sending his rod a bit inside. Each one rubbing my walls and producing electric shocks all over my body. He was slow, he was savoring his conquest or he wanted me to enjoy the fuck. I could feel my walls stretching and stretching to allow him to mount me. I raised my legs and he thrust strongly. Some sounds escaped my lips. He was still only two thirds in. He wanted to fully penetrate me. So he was giving strong deep thrusts. My body was moving up and down with his thrusts. Suddenly I felt my mother’s hand leaving me. I turned to look at her. The fourth of the group, the tallest of all the three was stark naked and threw her on the bed. He was pulling her legs roughly. I heard my mother pleading with him, “That is enough, I can’t take more, please leave me”, he laughed at her and flaunted his penis before her eyes. “Have you seen a bigger one?” I looked at it and was dumbfounded. It was really big. Much bigger than the three I saw today. More than 10 inches, the thought flashed in me. He threw himself on her and with a mighty thrust planted himself inside her.
“AMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAA” my mother screamed. Her hand again found mine. We clasped together and started enjoying the fuck. I was aroused beyond any limit. I wanted deep thrusts. My mother was in pleasure and pain with the huge monster tearing her. The captain of the team riding me mockingly told me “that bitch mother of yours will beg for more, don’t worry” and thrust deep. My whole body shook still I didn’t want to leave my mother’s hand. His pole almost inside me. He moved it and it rubbed on my clit. I wanted to hold him with both my hands but my mother was clutching mine in a hard grip. I pulled it free and held his shoulders. My mother was not happy to release my hand. She needs my hand to bear the unbearable pleasure she is having. She took one of my breasts in his hand and started to molest it for support. My fucker was now in a ravaging mood. My clit was rubbing hard against his thick rod. I felt many sensations building inside me. I didn’t want to cum so quickly but he was thrusting deeply and rhythmically. I could feel my walls stretching and closing with each thrust and withdrawal. To my surprise I was moaning loudly. Each thrust eliciting “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” from me without my knowledge. He bent down and bit my nips, this time not lightly, I felt pain, but didn’t show it. My other breast was very badly getting molested by my mom’s hand.

He again bit them applying more pressure. “ Pleaaaase” I shouted. Probably he wanted to hear this. He held both my legs and went deep, almost crushing me beneath his weight. His rod crushing my clit. Some thing welled up inside. A series of pleasure waves broke through and came to surface shaking my body with them. All my muscles stiffened to trap the pleasure inside them. “Oh my godddddddddddddd” I cried aloud and stiffened. I realized it was the orgasm that I read. It was nothing like I read. Much more beautiful, I wanted it to last forever. He stopped. My orgasm reached the peak and I was clutching him hard. Slowly it ebbed and faded leaving me limp and weak and crumpled.

I opened my eyes and looked at him thankfully for the very wonderful experience. I forgot about my mother and my sister all the while. Nothing was there in my mind. Slowly I regained my control and looked around. The biggest penis was riding her non stop. My mother stopped screaming and she was in fact moaning. But this time her body seemed tired. It was passively receiving the thrusts. Her one hand was still molesting one of my soft breasts for support.

I turned and looked at my sister. What a shock it was to me. My sister was without her nighty. She was sucking the cock of the Mr. Singh She was doing it willfully. He was moaning.

The captain started his ride again. I gave up my body to him and passively received his thrusts. I wanted him to cum fast. I just wanted to lie down and sleep. But it was not to be. He took a long time to cum. My body got bruised. When finally he came I was relieved. Meanwhile my mother had another orgasm again as predicted. He too came inside. I turned aside to sleep. But I was foolish. There was Mr. Singh waiting, immediately he got inside and fucked me like a mad buffalo. I screamed, moaned and finally came. Then they stopped for some time. They opened beer bottles and smoked. Everything was quiet for at list 3-4 hours. I think I dozed for a few hours too. Then I heard a shriek. I opened my eyes and tried to find from where the sound came. But I was unable to determine the source of the sound. Then I tuned my head and found my mom was lying beside me. I was surprised to see mom was laughing and chatting with the dark man while breast feeding Mr. Singh. I asked my mom about the shriek. She said something to me without looking at me. I asked her again. She turned her head and said “Sunil is doing your sister in the other room”. I asked what? Mom winked at me and using her fingers made me understood that she was getting screwed. Then she turned her head back to the black man and continued chatting with him while Mr. Singh was busy sucking her breast quietly.

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Stacy and I had been married for nine years and were very much in love. We have 2 children. Elder Stuart is 6 years old and little Emma is just 24 months old. I had always been secretly turned on by the thought of Stacy having sex with another guy but had not mentioned it to her as I did not think it was a subject that would impress her. I had once had a dream in which she had been mesmerized by a guy in a wedding party at a hotel and had wandered off with him to his room where he seduced her while I had been powerless to do anything about it.

Although feeling as if I had a belly full of butterflies I did feel incredibly horny but I don't remember feeling any jealousy.

While were making love one day Stacy said that it would be hot if I was kissing her as someone else fucked her, she later wondered why she had suggested it and hoped that I hadn't been offended. Offended? I'd felt incredibly horny, and I told her. This opened the door for further ideas and fantasies.


In the late nineties, Stacy and I began visiting a bar we hadn't been to very often; I didn't call very often as I used to be quite busy in the early evenings so Stacy began spending more of her time there on her own. Inevitably, a guy in the bar began to close in on her and talk to her about musical interests that they shared. The more she told me, the more the butterflies in my belly fluttered.

Stacy liked to keep in shape by swimming and visiting the gym; as a result she had and still has a lovely curvy shape which always turns heads. One evening a few months later, she come home several hours later than usual. I was not worried or annoyed by this, just curious. When she told me she'd been back to Stave's house I felt tingles of excitement course through my body.

Stave was the guy who had been hitting on her in the bar, there had been a few other guys who had been making an attempt to get to know her but Stave, being a musician had been the one who had lit her fire.

Back at Stave's and after a few beers and some soft romantic music she had begun to melt and they had kissed. At this point she felt she was being unfaithful to me and decided to leave. She didn't feel guilty, but she worried that although we had broached the subject of her kissing and fucking another guy, talking about and doing were two different things.

Stacy was greatly relieved when I kissed her and patted her ass after telling her I felt quite turned on by the fact that she had been kissing another guy, we undressed and made love on the floor, twice.

Stacy continued to call back to Stave's for a beer, some kissing and to listen to his music on a regular basis while I began to realize that I had a loving faithful wife who liked to flirt but no more.

The musical evenings at Stave's had been going on for some time when Stacy came home one night at around 1am. I was lying in bed and smiled at her as she began to undress, my heart nearly skipped a beat when she looked at me and said -

"How do you fancy spunking where someone else did twenty minutes ago?"

"Did you fuck him?" I asked her,

"Yup" she replied.

Stacy got on the bed with me and told me what had happened.

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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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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.