[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE TRAIN JOURNEY

I was 20 years old and just out of college. It was the 2001. I was a virgin who had discovered the wonders of masturbation some weeks ago. I was very curious and my hormones were raging. If there was a sexual revolution on, it had completely bypassed me. A few old issues of Playboy and some bad Black and White pictures of people at sexual intercourse was the only sex education I had had.

I travel a lot for my work, being in Sales and Marketing.

In the past, many of these trips were undertaken at short notice and trains in India as a rule being over booked, it was not always possible to get a reserved sleeper. I had just graduated and was out to close deals at any cost to do well on my first job. I used to reach the railway station early in time for the train to come to the platform. I would then push my way into the unreserved compartment and grab some seats.

In this particular instance, I was 2 hours early. I was going from Mumbai to Baroda and had secured myself two seats on this night train, as was my habit. I would always save a seat beside mine, just in case a friend needed one. If no friend turned up, I would offer the seat to a thin passenger and save myself some discomfort.

It was an extremely cold winter night and the compartment was empty when I pushed in (sheer habit – people push each other even when there is plenty of space). I was sure it would get packed before departure, though.

I was soon joined by a family of four. They occupied the seats across from mine. The man was uncouth, rude and unhelpful and kept snapping at the woman for no reason at all. She did a wonderful job of managing her two young children and all the baggage and maintained a stoic silence all through the ill-treatment. She seemed like a good mother, not passing on any of this shit to her children. After putting away her baggage, she sat her older child down, giving it a cheap toy which easily distracted him. Her other child was an infant girl. She sat down cross-legged in the seat opposite mine and put her in her lap, rocking her occasionally.

She asked the man who seemed to be her husband to shut all the windows since it was so cold and the husband grumblingly obliged, pulling down shutters and windows, completely blocking the station from view. I did not raise an objection. It would soon be bitterly cold. Her husband ordered her to protect his seat and stomped off.

The woman's facial features were rough but she was by no means ugly. Her face had some tattoos and these and the design of her jewelry indicated her rural origin. She was tall and plump, but not fat. It was difficult to glean more about her body from her seated posture. She seemed relieved at the departure of her husband.

Having noticed that I had been observing her predicament sympathetically, she smiled wanly at me. I smiled back and told her that it was not easy to travel with children. She agreed and asked me how many children I had. I told her that I was not married. She seemed surprised and asked me my age. When I said that I was twenty, she said that some men in her village had three children by that age.

I asked her how old her husband was. She said that she did not know his age or her own, but he was much older than her. This was his second marriage and her parents had been forced to marry her off to him since they did not have the money for a dowry. He was a worker by day in a factory in Baroda and a watchman by night at the owner's home. She had come to Baroda five years ago after her marriage. Her language was of the soil and she was obviously uneducated. Upon asking, she told me that her name was Mangala but refused to name her husband (a normal practice amongst some Indian women).

'Don't you find it difficult to manage without a woman?' she murmured. I said that I lived in a hostel and so food and other amenities were not a problem. 'You men have other needs too !' she hinted. I could not believe that a woman whom I had just met had made that bold comment and I looked at her in disbelief. I had grown up in a conservative family where sex was not even alluded to. I wanted to talk as much on this subject as I could. When she saw my incredulous look, she repeated what she had said.

To provoke her, I said that I did not know what she meant. That drew her out. 'Come on. You are 20 years old and seem to be able bodied! Don't you know what a man and a woman do together? Haven't you been with a woman? Don't get me in trouble by acting innocent and making me talk all these things. ' she whispered. I said that I had never been with a woman and pointed out that there was no one else in the compartment with us.

'What do you do when your thing stands up ?' she asked. I kept quiet. 'Probably your thing does not stand up or you would find a woman to put it into. Have you never seen a naked woman? You must have women in your neighborhood or amongst your relatives who can teach you these things. ' she asked. I confessed that I had not and did not. 'You city men go to colleges and colleges but are actually completely ignorant and illiterate. You can read and write but can not fuck! ' she scolded. My head reeled at the use of this sis-letter word (“Chodna” nahi ata). What a turn this conversation had suddenly taken! My penis started uncurling and raising its head. We were speaking in whispers, after all this was a railway compartment.
At this interesting juncture, her husband walked in. She lapsed into silence and I cursed him under my breath. He asked me where I was going, what I did and where I lived and I filled him in on all these details. Such curiosity would be considered ill-mannered in the West. To not respond to such queries or not show a reciprocal interest in one's co-passengers would be considered uncivil in India. I found out his name (A quick smile crossed her face) and where he worked and lived and he readily shared that information with me in minute detail. They lived quite near my hostel.

Suddenly, the infant in Mangala's lap started crying loudly. She coolly pushed aside the sari, uncovering her blouse. The blouse was almost unbuttoned and I could see the sides of two enormous breasts at the parting of her garment. She wore no bra. She raised one side of the blouse baring a dark nipple and raised her infant's mouth to it. The child stopped crying and latched on to the nipple, sucking away. She turned her body modestly towards her husband, lowering her sari, hiding this scene from my eyes. The whole process took only a few seconds and although I saw a lot, I could not register much. Feeding babies in public is common in most parts of India.

Mangala asked her husband if he had enough 'bidis' (Indian cigarettes) for the trip. He cursed her for reminding him so late, since his brand was not available on the station. He asked me the time. I told him that there was more than an hour and a half left for the train's departure. He asked her to protect his seat and was about to go off to get his 'bidis'. The other child asked to go with the father and he reluctantly agreed to take him along. 'I know that you will ask me for candy', he said. 'They will be able to come back in time. The shops are not far away', I told Mangala after they departed.

Mangala looked at me and our eyes met. She moved her body on her seat in my direction and raising her sari, looked down at her suckling infant, patting it on the head. The infant let go of the nipple and looked at its mother. I could see the nipple clearly now. It was black, elongated and thick like a berry. Drops of pearly white milk were clinging to its surface. The aureole was two inches in diameter and had goose bumps all over it. The nipple must have been three quarters of an inch long. The infant reclaimed the teat and continued sucking noisily.

Next, she raised the other flap of her blouse and the other boob sprang to freedom. The nipple was not as large, probably because it had not been sucked on yet. Our eyes met again and she started patting, palming and pressing her own boob. It was enormous! Putting her palm under it, she raised it and let it settle down a couple of times, as if she was weighing it. She announced proudly to me, 'Full of milk. I can feed a whole college full of children!' Then, pinching the area behind the nipple between the fingers of her hand, she tugged it a few times. Her milk jetted from it, spraying over her clothes and the floor.

She did not cover her boobs this time and I unashamedly drank in this show, my penis painfully erect. She shifted her infant to this nipple and sat up erect, raising one of her knees vertically. Her short, loose and voluminous sari and skirt rose above her knee and her hairy, unshaved leg came into view, pressing her breast to one side. I soon understood what she had done. Anyone passing by in the compartment would be unable to see anything. The windows were shut on all sides and no one would be able to look in. Her sari and leg covered what she was showing me.

Her baby was suckling at one boob. The teat that it had vacated was leaking milk very slowly. She made no effort to cover all this up, although she could clearly see that my jaw had fallen to my lap and I was staring at her boobs. I could see amusement in her eyes. This woman was putting on a show for me! 'How do you find it?' she asked me. 'Beautiful ., I said. at least now, you have seen a naked woman', she said. I replied that she was only partly naked. 'Should I strip in this railway compartment for you to learn what a naked woman looks like ?' she asked sarcastically. I lapsed into silence, content to watch what she was showing me.

'Is your cock standing or not ?', she asked me. In an act of boldness for someone new to the ways of sex, I put my palm on my erect cock and outlined it for her, openly rubbing it over my trousers. 'It seems like a large one ,' she said and did something that still boggles my mind. Taking her large, heavy, milk-laden boob in her hand, she raised it and lowering her head, she opened her mouth and licked her own nipple. Then, taking the long milky nipple into her mouth, she gave it a lingering suck. Raising her head, she whispered that her milk was quite sweet. All this is an open railway compartment with the risk of passengers passing by and an infant suckling at her other teat!

I furiously rubbed my penis and squeezed it, throwing caution to the winds. 'Don't press it too much, or you will come.', she smiled, looking at what I was doing with interest. 'Does your cock have a big head? That would feel very good coming in and going out of the cunt.', she said. Her use of five-letter words (choot) was very exciting. I had never heard a woman use such language. I had never heard anyone use such language. I continued my feverish rubbing.

I scooted forward in my seat and bending forward, I gave her boob a squeeze. She closed her hand over mine, pressing it and causing a pulling motion on the nipple. Milk jetted into my palm, wetting it. Then, she put her hand on my rampant erection and feeling its outline, she squeezed it hard. Without a word, I sat back. I wanted to do more but it was just too risky. Her husband could return any time. Some passengers could pass by or come and sit beside us and the consequences would be disastrous. What we had done and were doing was hazardous enough. She gave me a grateful smile which I returned.

I licked droplets of her milk off my fingers. It was indeed sweet and I told her so. She smiled proudly. 'Some other time, you can suck my milk to your heart's content. I make a lot of milk ', she said.

All this had happened in a few minutes and I felt as if I was in a dream. She picked up her child and laid it on the seat beside her. It had fallen asleep. Now both her milky boobs were visible. For a virgin's eyes, they were a treasure of sights. Large rounded boobs shaking heavily, thick black nipples slowly leaking milk. My eyes could not leave the sight. I was still rubbing my penis and was close to cumming.

Her eyes were on my penis and she had been looking at it just as intently. One leg was vertical, with her foot on the seat. It was naked all the way up to the knee. The hair on it had probably never been removed but the sight did not put me off. The hair was not excessively dark or thick. Just as interesting contrast to her skin which was spotless but pale in comparison. The other leg was horizontal on the seat.

She pulled her voluminous sari and skirt up slightly and the other leg, which was folded and on the seat, gradually came into view. Her foot, leg and rounded thigh were slowly being revealed. She caressed her upper leg and then her palm moved to her inner thigh. Her mons was still not in view. It was covered by her clothes and her palm. 'Want to look at my cunt?, she asked coquettishly.

I was speechless. I just nodded my head. She lifted and pulled aside her clothes slightly. She wore no underwear. Her vagina was now revealed. It was dark, plump and covered with hair. She used her fingers to part the hair and also the dark, thick, fleshy, outer lips. The inner labia were reddish and very moist. Delving lower, she pushed a finger into her cunt and said, 'Take a look. This is my hole. This is where you must put your cock into a woman. All this sucking at my nipples and looking at your cock has made it very wet and juicy. I have shown you your first pussy. Don't you dare forget me! Rub your cock slowly. Let us do this together. I had been furiously rubbing my cock and would have come momentarily. I slowed down.

People had been coming into the compartment but so far our part of the bogey was still empty. The sound level had been going up. We did not have much time. I could see that she was very very alert. At the slightest sound, she could have lowered both ends of her sari and she would be fully covered. All these events had happened in a very short time and it still seemed like a dream.

I could not resist the temptation any longer. Bending forward, I reached out and touched her cunt. Parting her thick bush of cunt hair, I rubbed my finger from the upper portion of the flanges of her twat all the way down to her cunt hole. She was soaked with juices and my finger was soon coated with her nectar. Her inner vagina was thick, wet and silky. I pushed my finger into her hole and it slid in slowly all the way to the hilt. Her cunt was hot. She groaned and equally quickly took my cock into her hand, pressing it repeatedly. She held my hand which was playing with her cunt, pulling out and pushing in my finger forcefully. I savored the warmth, softness and moisture. We were interrupted by a loud conversation as two porters passed by. Instantly, we were back in our seats and she covered her exposed parts.

I had now touched my first cunt! I told her that I found it very soft and silky. She smiled at the compliment and told me that it would feel even better on my cock than on my finger. 'We better hurry up and finish before everyone comes', she said. I did not understand fully what she meant but looked at her expectantly. 'You press yourself and I will rub myself. I want to fuck you but there is no way', she advised in a whisper. A virgin man and a willing woman but no opportunity. What a shame!

With two deft movements of her hands, she once again uncovered her twin globes and her bushy cunt. She looked intently at my cock and ran an exploratory finger up and down her gash a few times. She pinched her inner labia between her fingers a few times, tugging them outwards. Then, she settled the finger on her clit and frigged herself furiously, controlling her groans with difficulty. With her other hand, she pressed her boob and small jets of milk sprayed from her nipple. Occasionally, she would roughly push the finger into her hole and it would emerge with a plop. I could hear squelchy sounds as she leaked even more fluids. More than once, she raised her ass off the seat to meet the thrusts of her marauding finger.

I had no idea that women did this. And the sight of a fully grown woman pleasuring herself four feet away from me, excited me beyond any previously known limits. I had been at the boiling point for the last several minutes and the dam was ready to burst. I tugged and rubbed my rampant cock as best I could over my trousers. I soon came in my underpants. For a few seconds, I lost my vision, so violent was my orgasm. I was completely lost in my first sexual experience. I thought I would never stop spurting. Mangala's eyes opened wide and she stopped frigging herself, suppressing her cries of pleasure with difficulty. She said in a hoarse whisper, 'I am done. She saw the growing wet spot on my trousers and smiled and licked her lips suggestively, 'We will fuck properly some other time'.

We covered ourselves and for all outward appearances became two bored strangers waiting for the train to depart.

The rest of her family returned. Her husband reeked of cheap tobacco and the other child soon went to sleep. He asked me if I could help his wife find some part-time work doing domestic chores in my hostel! I acted nonchalant but was pleased as punch. I said ok. I will try my best. A smile crossed Mangala's face.



How I fucked Mangala later in my hostel is another story.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE CONSPIRACY

part1

It was the middle of the week and the house was empty again. My wife, Darcy, and my twin daughters were not home, as usual. I don't think it is unreasonable for a man to expect his family to be home when he arrives. It wasn't always this way. Until six months ago I could count on a warm welcome and a nice supper. Not any more. Something changed and I am not sure it is for the better.

Darcy and I had been married for six years. We met in high college, and had the wedding right after I finished college. I had never been with another girl. Darcy was normal in every way, and I felt comfortable being married to her. She had brown hair, brown eyes, a nice figure, and normal breasts. She didn't stand out; just blended in. Because of this, I never had any reason to doubt her fidelity. Maybe that is the reason I should have.

We had two beautiful, four year old, twin daughters: Janet and Janice. I loved them dearly but Darcy didn't seem to feel the same way. She didn't enjoy the childbirth and insisted that I get fixed immediately afterwards. For the first few years, she would look forward to my getting home, so that I could look after the twins. Then we met Bill and Emily.

Emily Mercer could not have children of her own and would volunteer to baby sit every chance she got. Darcy was elated. She could get out of the house and go shopping, or take care of other personal things, any time she wanted. I swear that within three months time, the twins were spending more time with "Auntie" Em, than they were with their own mother. Quite often, the four of them would go out together, but usually, Emily would watch the girls while Darcy was running around.

Lately, I started to wonder exactly what the running around was, that Darcy was doing. It didn't seem to be necessary to be gone that often, to support a normal household.

Overall, I was happy with my life. I had a comfortable job, a nice home, a late model car, and a picture perfect family. Darcy and I would go out occasionally, while Bill and Emily baby-sat the twins. On weekends, the four of us would get together to play cards or have a Bar-B-Q. I liked Bill and enjoyed his company. I wasn't sure of Emily, but Darcy seemed to love her.

My concern about how my wife spent her free time was not deep enough to cause me to look into things. I just sort of made a mental note of it and moved on. It was a Tuesday morning, when things got interesting.

I parked my BMW in my reserved spot at work. I was high enough on the food chain to get a parking spot, but not a good one. It was at the end of the lot and on a slant, but better than no slot at all. A level parking lot in our town was rare. Why the founding fathers choose a place as hilly as this, to build a city on, always baffled me? I was only at work for about an hour, when I had to go out on a call. I think the crappy parking spot saved my life.

It hadn't rained it several days, but there was a wet spot on the ground by my front wheel. Normally I wouldn't have had a second thought about it, but not today. It was running across the asphalt in small, shiny, rivulets. There was a metallic shine to the liquid, and I felt forced to touch it, with my finger. It was not water. The BMW was less than a year old and I could not imagine that anything had broken. I definitely did not want to drive it. Twenty minutes later, a mechanic was on his back looking under my car.

"I am sorry Mister Evans, but I am going to have to report this to the security officer."

"A broken brake line has to be reported to the security officer? Sorry, but that doesn't make sense."

"I am not an expert at this stuff, but that line didn't break or come loose. It was tampered with."

"You mean it was cut?"

"No, it wasn't cut. It looks like if was filed or sanded down with something. Things like that don't happen by accident to metal flex lines. This was done on purpose. Don't touch anything and let the cops handle it."

"How far could I have gone?"

"Two blocks at the most, and the whole system would have been emptied. With the hills in this town, you would have had a hell of a ride and a nasty stop. Let's leave this and go to the shop. I can give you a loner until the security officer are done with it."

By the time I left work, the BMW was not there

I finished the day using the free rental car, and got home at my normal time. Darcy was home and seemed surprised to see me.

"Hi honey. Did you have a good day? Where is your car? Why are you driving a Ford?"

Something seemed suspicious. Why did she choose today to stay at home? Was she waiting for a phone call? I noticed that she didn't have supper ready. I got the feeling that she wasn't expecting me to come home at all. Even the twins were there to greet me.

"The Beemer was due for a thirty thousand mile check up. They won't be able to get to it until tomorrow. What is for supper? I don't smell anything." I saw no reason to tell her about the brake line.

Darcy was stammering around a little. "I thought we could order in tonight, and wanted to wait to see what you were hungry for."

"Pizza is fine. I am going up to take a shower."

Before I got under the water, I could hear Darcy talking to someone on the phone. Things were getting interesting.

I had an early visitor the next day at work.

"Robert Evans, I am Lieutenant Daniel Greene. Do you have a minute?"

"Of course. Is this about the car?" Daniel Greene was a large man but not fat. He had close-cropped hair and wire framed glasses. Except for the rosy glow to his skin, he seemed to reek of efficiency.

"We are done with the car Mister Evans, and you can pick it up at the shop, any time. Your mechanic was putting a new brake line on as we were leaving. We have a few questions, if you don't mind?"

"Am I suspected of something?"

"No, of course not. But we do suspect something fishy is going on. Have you had any arguments or disagreements with anyone lately? Is anyone mad at you or holding a grudge?"

"Not that I know off. Was that mechanic right? Is someone setting me up? Could I have been killed?"

"Well Mister Evans, someone was definitely hoping to cause you bodily harm and maybe death. It was strictly an amateur job, however, I don't think you would have been killed, although it is possible. Whomever did it, didn't bother to turn off your air bags. That car has front and side bags. Unless you were going at a high rate of speed, I don't think you would have been killed. However, that's not the point. Just because they didn't know what they were doing, doesn't mean they were not trying to kill you."

"Damn, that is reassuring. I guess if someone is trying to kill you, it is best if they are incompetent. Instead of dying, I could just be maimed for life. Great. What do we do now?"

"Take my card. If anything comes to mind give me a call. In the mean time, be careful. I'd bet my next paycheck that they are going to try again."

"That's encouraging as hell. I'll definitely think on it."

As he walked out the door, Lieutenant Greene stopped and turned. "By the way, how is your married life?" I didn't answer and I don't think he was expecting me to. (TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE CONSPIRACY
LAST PART
I left work shortly thereafter and went home. The house was empty. We had a small room that was used as an office of sorts. It had our home computer, a desk, and a small filing cabinet. I sat at the desk for several minutes with a cold Fosters, trying to figure out what to do. It is disturbing to say the least, to know that someone wants you dead. I am a good guy. I never screwed over anyone. Why would anyone wish for my demise? I thought my marriage was good. Darcy never really complained about anything. I gave her a nice house, a good car, a batch of credit cards, and two beautiful children. What else could she want?

Darcy took care of all the household bills. She took care of the checkbook. She paid the utilities, car payments, mortgages, credit cards, and insurance policies. Insurance? Insurance? Just on a whim I pulled the insurance folder.

Like most young couples, we were terribly under insured. When you are young, you don't think about the possibility of death. I had a small insurance policy, thorugh work, for $50,000. Other than that, the only coverage I had was the home mortgage insurance that Darcy insisted on. If I died, the house would be hers, free and clear. It was cheap, because I was still young, so I had it added to the mortgage payment.

I never went into the file cabinet or the checkbook. Darcy knew that, and it turned out to be her mistake. She was meticulous. Her bank account always was right, to the penny. She always knew where every file and receipt was.

The mortgage payment included the cost for the homeowners insurance, so there was never a receipt for that. My insurance from work was a payroll deduction. Why were there two receipts for $150 each, in the same month, made out to Republic National Insurance?

I never dealt with that company, and I had no knowledge of any insurance policies with them. I put the receipts in my pocket and kept looking. Nothing else unusual came up.

Darcy kept papers on everything. It was a compulsive thing with her. I felt that this was something, that I was not supposed to know about, but she was not able to help herself. She had to keep the proof of the payment, to satisfy her compulsion.

I called the Mercer house. Emily had the kids and said Darcy was shopping. She was friendly but evasive. I called Darcy's cell phone but it was turned off. Interesting. I decided to go for lunch and then do some investigating.



"Robert Evans, fancy seeing you here. What can I do for you?"

The lady behind the customer service desk at Republican National Insurance was Debbie Martin, or at least that was her name when we went to high college together. She had her own private office, and the desk nameplate said D. Reynolds. I remembered her because she was the only girl who ever asked me out. Although everyone knew that Darcy and I were a couple, she asked anyway, just in case. Of course I turned her down. Her hair was cropped very close with an auburn tint. She had a good tan and her make-up was perfect.

"Well how are you Debbie? Haven't seen you since high college, and we live in the same town."

"Well and kicking. It's good to see you again. Sorry to hear about your marriage."

Now she really got my attention. What was she sorry to hear about? I had a strong feeling that something was going on, and this random comment by a woman I had not seen in several years just intensified it. I could not, and did not reply to what Debbie had just said. She picked up on this immediately.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry as hell. Forget I said anything Bob. I was way out of line. Sometimes my mouth gets away from me." Debbie was tripping all over herself trying to undo what could not be undone. She said it and I remembered it.

I finally broke the awkward point by asking the question I came to find the answer for. "Can you tell me what these receipts are for?"

She took them from my hand and seemed relieved that I had chosen not to pursue the previous discussion. After a few clicks on the keyboard she sighed, and gave me a pathetic look.

"Bob, I hate to say this, but it seems as if this reunion is going downhill at a rapid rate." I didn't reply. She clicked a few more keys and then leaned back in her chair.

"Do you know a man named Phillip Chase?"

"No, can't say that I do. Is there some reason I should know him?"

Debbie reached around and rummaged though some magazines on the credenza on the side of her desk. She made her selection and opened it. "That's Phillip Chase. Have you ever seen him before?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I have. He was at a Bar-B-Q that my neighbors gave about six months ago. I remember him quite well, because I felt he was paying too much attention to my wife. I even remember commenting about it to Darcy, at the time. What does he have to do with this?"

Debbie got up and closed her office door. After returning to her desk, she leaned forward and looked straight into my eyes. Her friendly demeanor had turned serious. It was obvious that she didn't want to say what had to be said.

"Darcy has been having lunch with Phillip Chase a couple times a week for the last three months. Sometimes they are long lunches. Phillip has dropped a few remarks to his co-workers, that they are planning to be married in the near future. Nobody else in the company knows Darcy, except me. I knew she was married, and I knew it was to you. That's why I mis-spoke when I first saw you. I assumed that this was something you knew about, and that you were here to settle some insurance questions related to a pending divorce. I apologize for being insensitive."

"Do you know this guy?"

"We work in the same building and for the same company. I always thought he was an asshole, and never understood what Darcy saw in him, especially since she had you."

I found the last part of that comment to be interesting.

"What were the receipts for?"

"Technically, you should know. About a month ago you took out two quarter million dollar, term, life insurance policies. This was the initial payment on those policies. That is the maximum amount you could get on those policies, without a physical. Both policies are double indemnity in case of accidental death. That's a cool million dollars. From the look on your face I am guessing you knew nothing about this."

"Just curious. Who was the agent that wrote these policies for me?"

Debbie glanced at the screen quickly. "Surprise, surprise. It was your favorite insurance man, Phillip Chase."

"I assume, I had to sign something at sometime?"

Debbie turned the screen so that we could both see it, and then paged to both documents. The signature looked like mine and amazingly enough, in both places were exactly the same, as if it were a copy or some type of facsimile.

We both sat and looked at each other. She was waiting for me to say something and I didn't know what to say. Finally, I reached into my coat pocket and slid Daniel Greene's card across to her.

"Can you call this guy and explain to him what is going on? I am afraid if I do it, some of the credibility will be lost."

Debbie looked at the card and back at me." Something else is going on here, isn't it Bob?"

"Yeah, I am afraid so." As I got up to leave, she asked one last question. "Am I going to see you again?"

I thought about the question a long time. I guess it was only a fraction of a second in real time, but it went deeper in my mind.

"Professionally or socially?"

"Either."

I gestured to the nameplate on her desk. "What about Mister Reynolds?"

"He is long gone."

We were both smiling as I walked out the door.

It was still early in the afternoon when I arrived at the empty house. I plopped myself down in my comfy chair, with a longneck, and thought about the situation, and the afternoon. It became clear that Darcy met Phillip at the party the Mercers gave. Where did they know Phillip from, and why did they invite him? How come I never saw him at any functions or parties after that? How did Darcy and Phillip become so close in such a short time? How close were they? It seemed like there were more questions than answers at this point. I decided to switch to coffee, when the doorbell rang. Things would get a little clearer now.

It was a messenger envelope, addressed to Darcy and marked "personal." After a bit of squabbling, the delivery guy let me sign for it.

It was one of those envelopes that could not be opened without totally destroying it. I sat at the kitchen table with the envelope and a new cup of coffee.

A razor blade and a bottle of rubber cement was all I need to solve the envelope problem. The contents of the envelope are what really bothered me. After a quick glance, at the legal-sized document, I went into the den and fired up the computer and the scanner. Five minutes later, Detective Greene had a copy of the document on his e-mail. I am sure that information obtained this way, does not conform to all the complex legal requirements nowadays, but I just waited him to have the information.

The document was full of complicated legal terms, and came from a law firm, about fifty miles from home. It was a legal agreement for William and Emily Mercer to adopt the twins. Darcy relinquished all parental rights to the girls, and gave them to the Mercers, lock, stock, and barrel. Nowhere in the document was my name or any reference to me at all. It was as if I didn't exist. A lot of things became clearer now. I was now sure that I had to be a little more careful about having accidents.

I left Darcy a note saying that I had to go out of town for a few days, on business. I was sure she would see it, because it was on top of her specially delivered envelope. I checked one last time to be certain that there was no indication it had been opened. I was looking forward to a few nights in a motel.

Daniel Greene was waiting for me when I arrived at work the next day. He was all smiles.

"I like it when things come together."

"I hope I was at least a little helpful."

"It really helped when we were able to put a name to the finger prints we found, on your car fender. I just wanted to let you know that we are planning on bringing in all four people for questioning this morning. We don't think Bill Mercer is involved, but have to question him, to make sure. You might want to arrange to have someone to sit with your daughters, if it becomes necessary. My officers hate to baby sit."

"I wasn't actually hurt. What can you charge them with?"

"Your wife and Mister Chase will be charged with conspiracy to commit murder. Emily Mercer will probably be charged as an accessory to the same charge. They won't do a lot of time, but it might have saved your life. That is important to me, and worth the effort."

"Can your people bring my daughters here to the office?"

"I don't see that to be a problem."

About thirty minutes after detective Greene left, Debbie Reynolds showed up at my office.

"Hi Bob. I hope you don't mind an unannounced visit. Your security officer lieutenant suggested that you might need a sitter for your girls. I took the rest of the day off, just in case. I also wanted to let you know, that you are now officially under-insured. I voided out your two double indemnity policies. You really should consider getting more life insurance."

I was glad to see Debbie and welcomed the frivolity she brought with her.

"I'm glad you came. The girls probably won't be here for a while, so you can tell me all about the mysterious Mister Reynolds."

The twins didn't show up for another hour. Debbie had plenty of time to tell me about her disastrous marriage. She also told me about several attempts she made to split up Darcy and me, while we were still in high college. Of course I was oblivious to it all, but apparently Darcy was aware of her attempts.

Debbie got along with the girls even better than Emily did. In a matter of minutes, I was totally out of the picture. They were a handful at their age, so I was relieved to have the help. Two hours later I got a call from Darcy.

"Robert. I am in trouble. There has been a big mistake, and I need you to come down to the security officer station and post my bail."

"Post bail? Post bail for what? What were you arrested for?"

"It's complicated, Bob. I'll explain it when you get here. Can you get here soon?"

"Gee Darcy. I am sort of stuck here at the office. I'll call your parents. I am sure they will be able to help you out."

"No Bob. Don't call my parents. They won't understand. You have to come down here. Please hurry." I didn't respond. "Bob? Are you there, Bob? What is wrong? Are you coming down?"

"No Darcy, I am not coming down. I'll call your parents for you. Good bye." She was still pleading, as I hung up the phone.
Darcy's parents insisted on knowing what she was in jail for, and I repeatedly refused to answer them. Reluctantly, they finally agreed to go get her. I told them to take her to their house, and I would have her things sent over as soon as possible. I got the feeling they understood that it was a domestic problem.

Debbie volunteered to take the girls to Chucky Cheese, while I went home to pack up Darcy's things. I packed fast and put the bags and boxes on the front porch, as they were filled. Just as I was finishing up, Darcy and her parents arrived. Darcy was crying and stayed in the car with her mother, as her father and I loaded her things in the trunk. It only took a few minutes. Darcy's father shook my hand and said he and his wife were sorry for the trouble Darcy had caused. It was short, but sincere. I appreciated it.

Phillip Chase skipped bail, but wasn't gone too long. Darcy was more than willing to exchange knowledge of his where-abouts for a reduced sentence. Bill Mercer had no idea what Emily and Darcy were up to. He never knew that Emily had fixed Darcy up with Chase. Bill was not charged with anything. Emily got a two-year sentence, and will probably be out in one. Bill filed for divorce.

Darcy got three to five years for conspiracy to commit murder. She will probably be out in two. Apparently, Phillip and Darcy were going to go to Europe with the money from the insurance and sale of the house. Phillip ended up with five to eight years. My divorce will be final in two more months.

The twins will be starting college this year, and I will have to hire a full time nanny. My relationship with Debbie is slowly getting stronger. She has mentioned that she is willing to quit work and become a full time mom and wife, if I am willing. I guess I should have gone to the prom with her at college.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sharing wife


I am a 38 yrs old History professional. My wife Sudha is 35 and works in another college as an English professor. We were married 10 years back. Now the thing I wish to tell you is that after all these 10 years our sex life had become dull and there was no excitement at all. That’s when I started to read erotic stories on the web. I came across voyeur stories in which some incidences narrated of husband enjoying his wife getting it from other men. First I just read them but later I really started to enjoy them sexually. I used to get instant hard on reading them.
I used to talk to my wife regarding other men when we were having sex and found that she used to get very excited with the idea of getting other cock in her pussy. I used to imitate the other cock with massager and we used to enjoy it very much. She sucked my cock and I fucked her pussy with the massager there by imitating other cock. WOW! We started to enjoy this very much. When I brought the topic of bringing this to reality Sudha just smiled and said no! My professor friend Sharad once told me that Indian women won’t tell everything they want for sex and so I had to do something to bring this to reality. The chance came when an old childhood friend of mine was posted to Pune. He was staying at a hotel and did not bring his family along. His name was Suresh and he was handsome guy of my age. Sudha liked him too. They used to chat and cut jokes while we had our dinner. He became good friend of my wife too. When we had sex I used ot tell her to imagine Suresh fucking her and the effect was promising. Her pussy became flowing and she had nice strong orgasms.
Finally I told Sudha that we can accommodate him in our flat in the second bed room. She was reluctant at first but readily agreed to this when I told her that he needs some family life too. So Suresh moved in into our house with great pleasure. This started the whole new sex life for me and my wife Sudha.
When my wife went to bed Suresh and I often talked about the hot girls and ladies in the city. Suresh said that I am a lucky guy to have such a lovely, sexy wife. He was single for 2 months. "At night, when you get horny... it is a hard time!!!" he said.... and we both laughed!
Suresh was always allowed to use our bath. And after we talked about the girls and the hot wife’s in town he took more time in the bath afterwards to make himself ready for bedtime. One day I found out why. I followed him to the bathroom and looked through the key hole. Suresh started the shower. And then he opened the box where we put the worn clothes. Sorry I don't know the English word! He took two or three of my wife’s "dirty” panties from it and started to sniff them while jerking his cock. First I was shocked but in the next moment it was very exiting. While smelling her panties his cock became bigger and bigger. WOW it was more than 8 inches long compared to my 5 and1/2 inch. I started to jerk my little penis two. I saw that he liked the smell of my wife’s pussy. After about 2 minutes he shot a huge load of cum into her panties and put them back into the box. I came in my pants, too! I was much exited. Suresh now knew how my wife’s pussy smells, a thing which was one of my privileges as her husband. I watched Suresh everyday doing this ritual before going to bed. Our bath room is located between the two bedrooms. When my wife and I had sex it was an exiting thought, that Suresh was not far away... If our door would have been open he would have been able to hear the noises of the bed and the moaning of my wife. Sudha tried to be more quit though.
One night, Suresh and I were sitting in front of the TV, we talked about my wife. We drank some beer and had fun. "Your wife is very sexy, Nikhil! You are really lucky!!" I told him that Sudha had never had another man and that she was interested to have another man (I lied). Suresh didn’t believe me, first. But I told him a fiction story about my wife and her wish to have a really big cock in her pussy. I had some scanned photos on my computer and I showed him. The pictures displayed my wife in her undergarments, topless and posing on our bed in her panties and bra. I knew that he saw the panties before when he smelled her pussy juice in the bathroom. His eyes became bigger and bigger.
Suresh went on making compliments about my wife and I told him, that I hope she will find one day a nice man with a big cock who would fuck her brains out and spice our sex life. "Wouldn’t you be jealous if Bhabi fucks other man in front of you.?!?!" He asked. I said I would like to see my wife happy and that would be the most important thing for me!
A few beers later I asked Suresh if he would be interesting to go down on my wife and lick her pussy... while I said this my cock was hard as a rock. He was a little bit shy and his head turned red. Suresh said that he likes my wife very much... he loves her sexy ass and he wondered often how her sweet bouncing tits would taste! That was so horny... Suresh was talking about the details of my wife. Then I told Suresh a "secret" (and I lied twice): ..."My wife planed to visit you one night in your room! What will you do if she really makes it happen..??" I asked Suresh. Suresh told me he would do anything I want him to do her... but only if I would not get mad at him.... I said to him that she likes to enjoy his full man power... and I would like to watch... We talked till the morning what could be and what could not to be.... and then we finally went to bed. I fucked Sudha furiously.
The next days were strange for me. We had all breakfast together. I watched Suresh as his eyes followed my wife by every step. I knew he was hot for her. And I knew I had to do something because my wife recognized Sureshs "new " attention. At night I talked with her about Suresh. I told her, that he had no wife for more than 1 year (I lied again). "No sex and no nothing!" My wife wanted to know why and I told her about Suresh’s divorce story (I lied again and again)... Sudha said "Uhhh.. It has been a hard time for Suresh!" I told her, that Suresh said he likes her very much. I said "Suresh, said I would be a lucky guy to have such a sexy wife. He would give anything for a night with you!" Sudha was flushed: "Really??" I said "Yes!" "But don't panic.. he only likes girls with totally shaved pussies!" We laughed together and slept.
Day by day I told her more details about Suresh. But I said that she should keep these secrets in her mind because it would be embarrassing for him if he knows that she knows... One evening when I came home I found my wife in the bathroom. She was checking her makeup because she wanted to meet some of her friends. She stood in front of the mirror and was wearing a white see through blouse and bra with nice transparent sari. She turned to me and said "Is the make up ok?!" I looked with a smile at my wife and said "Perfect!". I lifted her sari lowered her panties and looked at her pussy. I saw that she has totally shaved her pussy. I was shocked. I knew my wife for about 8 years and she never made her pussy bald! That was for Suresh I suppose. But I said nothing. "Don't get to bed too early, I will have a bit fun with your bald pussy” I said. 15 Minutes later my wife left the house.
Suresh was at the gym but arrived soon at our house and went to his room. After he took a shower I visited him in his room. "Suresh, would you like to see my wife in action??" Suresh was confused. "What do you mean by that..?" he said. "Sudha will return late this night from visiting her friends. She said she wants to have some fun with me in our bedroom... I think she is a little bit horny and in a god mood if you stay awake you can watch us from the door..! I will keep the door open for you" Suresh was really interested in this idea..." I told him, he should wait until he can hear my wife moaning... than he can come over to watch. Suresh was very exited and promised that he would take care so that my wife wouldn’t recognize his voyeur activities. Sudha came home at 10:15 pm. She went to the bathroom and then she entered our bedroom." Are you awake?!" She kissed me and sat on the bed. "Yes I am awake, honey! - you look great!" My wife wanted to surprise me and rolled her sari up, exposing her newly shaved pussy. "Do you like the new style of my pussy??" She presented her shaved, bald choot(cunt). "Oh, yes... it looks great!!" We started kissing and touching and I told her about Suresh. I said that he was about to go to a call Girl to enjoy ! Sudha was shocked. "Why?? He is a good looking man... he can get every woman he wants!" I replied "Really...?? EVERY WOMAN??" ... My wife said "Yes, EVERY woman!!" I laughed and said "Ok. So go to his room and make love with him!" Sudha looked a little bit confused and I said: "Suresh told me a secret. He said that he would like to have one night with you!! But he doubts you never would do this!" (I lied again) Sudha smiled and said again "Really... he wants to make love with me!?! It's a joke, Nikhil!" I promised her that I was not joking. "What would you do if I will do this?" my wife asked with a smile. "I would let you go and maybe watch a little bit" I replied. "Hmmm... you are a pervert Nikhil. You can't let your wife go for a fuck with another man"! I said "Why not? I love you and you love me. Why should Suresh not have a little bit of my beautiful wife? He needs some fun too!" Sudha gave me a kiss. "You would not get mad?? Really??" she asked. "No" I replied.

Sudha looked in the mirror and posed a little bit. "Do you think Suresh likes me dressed sexily?" She asked. I realized that the trick was working and I saw that she was really horny. "Oh... my god! I can't do this, Nikhil! You are crazy!" she said with a big smile on her face... "You can, Sudha... Suresh is crazy about you!" I said... Sudha’s eyes were glooming... and she stepped over to me. "Ok. I will go to his room but you have to promise me that you stay here in our bedroom, Nikhil! I know nothing will happen between me and Suresh but it's too embarrassing for me if I know YOU can see me while I am asking Suresh how I look and all!" I promised my wife that I will wait for her and not disturb her.
Sudha gave me a kiss and left our bedroom still in her sexy clothes. She closed the bedroom door. She went to the bath for 2-3 minutes. Than I heard her enter Suresh’s room. I was so exited... my heart was beating like a drum. I was sure Suresh will be very surprised! I waited 4 or 5 minutes and decided to follow my wife very quietly. I passed the bathroom and stood at the entrance of the other bedroom. The door was a little bit open... and I saw Suresh and my wife sitting on the bed. Suresh’s small TV was flickering and had lightened the room a little bit. They were sitting next to each other and were talking... On TV they played the music channel and my wife tried to make the music a little bit louder by reaching out for the TV. She moved over the bed on all 4 and gave Suresh a good view to her sari clad tight ass. Suresh touched her back and began to stroke downwards to her ass. Sudha smiled and pressed her ass against his legs. ...they began touching and teasing each other all over their bodies...
I became rock hard in seconds. I was shocked. My wife was lying in our guest room with Suresh. They began to kiss and I saw a big bulge in Suresh’s short. He began to massage my wife's tits and he took her breasts out of the bra. Sudha grabbed his cock through his shorts and began moaning...”oh god you are so big”. "And You are a wonderful wife, Sudha! Nikhil is such a lucky guy!!!" whispered Suresh and wrapped my wife’s tits completely out of the bra-cups. Her dark nipples were totally erected and hard. She smirked and said “I think at the moment YOU are the lucky guy, Suresh!" Saying this she kissed him deeply and continued massaging Suresh’s big cock through his shorts. Suresh replied her kisses and then started to suck on her beautiful heavy tits... “Ummmmm your nipples are so big and testy Sudha” he mumbled. Sudha moaned with eyes closed and slipped her hand into Suresh’s pants. Suresh did the same and I saw him getting busy in my wife’s see through panties. My wife was now in just her undies and looking great. With my cock in my hand I thought I will go crazy... my heart was throbbing... my mouth was dry as I watched my wife with Suresh. That was the moment I lost all my privileges as Sudha’s husband. Suresh was kissing and fingering my wife... and I saw how she enjoyed it. Through the thin fabric of her panties I saw his fingers slipping in and out of my wife’s pussy! Soon, he took her panties off her ass cheeks and continued finger fucking her wet swollen vagina. Sudha moaned and began to unzip his shorts. 2 minutes later they both lay there on the bed completely naked. I stroked my lund like crazy. Sudha said..."nothing will happen between me and Suresh"... and now here she was on his bed…. her legs wide spread with his pulsating lund in her hand... her fresh shaved choot wide open for his fingers and his tongue was dancing in her mouth! It was unbelievable..!!! They began to move on the bed and they ended in 69 position! My favorite position to do my wife orally!! I saw her mouth going down on Suresh’s big cock. She was stroking his cock 2 - 3 times to pull his huge fore skin back. “Ummmmmm… you are much bigger than my hubby………he is nothing in front of you” Sudha hissed. “I like it’s smell also, and I need to taste it” she whispered to Suresh. Than she lowered her mouth on his prick and began to suck and lick. Suresh was spreading my wife’s ass cheeks and his face disappeared between them but I could not see what he was doing there. Her reaction was clear... she moaned loudly and continued sucking his cock intensely...!!
They moved on like this for 15 minutes. Then they lay there on the bed kissing and touching. Suresh moved on top between my wife’s legs. Sudha stopped kissing him and said "No, Suresh... that’s too much... You know there is nothing more I would do in this moment but it's impossible!" Suresh moved his ass in circles and whispered "Why Sudha....??" He kissed her deeply... "First: I can’t do this because of my husband... and second: I am not on the pill at the moment, you understand!?" Suresh moved on kissing my wife and pressing his cock against her wet pussy... "Sudha... I am sure your husband would be very happy if you would go on and enjoy. Please don't be afraid of becoming pregnant. I am not able to make you pregnant. I am sterile! I did it 2 years back!" said Suresh. I was sure he lied but it was very exiting that he tried to fuck my wife so desperately..... Sudha kissed him... "Really Suresh.. is this true??" my wife asked...."Yes , yes.... Sudha.. come on... please let me enter..!" He moved up and down and French kissed my wife again. Suddenly Sudha groaned deeply and I saw his ass moving slowly over my wife’s pussy. She was spreading her legs wide and moaned with closed eyes... "hmmmm,Ahhhhhhh no.... Suresh.... ahhhhh... ohhh god... Suresh.. You are so big! Mhhhh please slowly... hmmmmm yes!Ahhhhhhhhhh!!"
“Ufffffffff….Sudha you are so tight there…..……..how it possible after 10 years of marriage”.
Now my dream came true.... it seemed another man was fucking my lovely wife...!!
Suresh first moved slowly as she had begged for. Then he took her spread legs over his shoulder and began to pump my wife faster!! She was moaning and I saw her face full of lust! I heard his balls slam against Sudha’s sweet ass... "I am crazy about you, Sudha... I'll fuck you when ever you want!!!" said Suresh and fucked her faster and faster....!! Thanks Sailm…..I think I will need you often after tonight”. Sudha then became out of control; she came 2 times and let Suresh do anything he wanted to with her as I watched his cock sliding in and out of Sudha’ slimy pussy!! They changed from position to position till they ended doggy style...! Suresh fucked her deep from behind. He grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks to have a good view of Sudha’s butt...! Her Titts were "flying" around with every of his thrusts... I saw her ass cheeks wobbling as he slapped against them. Suresh was ready to cum.... "You sweet, little bitch! Do you like my cock??.... Shall I give you my sperm...Hmmm???????.... Aahhhhhh ….ohhh…fuck you sudha..??? Shall I pull my cock out..?? TELL ME!" He sounded very dominant at this point.. Sudha gasped and moaned "...Ohhhhhhhh NO! Fill me with your sperm Suresh... don't pull your dagger out!! Fuck me hard...Fuck me as hard as you can…. please!!" Suresh increased his speed of fucking and began to groan loudly... then he stopped for a second and continued with 5 or 6 very heavy thrusts into my wife’s pussy while she had her face down on the pillow! Suresh dropped his load in my wife’s vulnerable pussy!
I came in my pants.... That was too much for me!! I fantasized very often about the scene of another man fucking my wife but I never thought it would be so hard to watch for real when my lovely wife got stuffed like this..!! I knew that Suresh has blown all his hot cum into my wife’s pussy..... I was shocked and exited at the same time that she allowed him to do this..!!
Suresh and my wife started to kiss again and placed themselves on the bed. “Are you happy Sudha??? Suresh asked her”. “yes….Suresh yes….you are awesome in bed. My husband is nothing in front you.”
“So can we continue this from now on” asked Suresh. “Yes…we have to…we have to…”she answered. “But if your husband wants to stop then”?. He cant stop us now Suresh…..don’t you understand that.
I quickly went back to my bedroom to avoid their after fuck sweet talking’s. I slipped into the bed and waited to see what happened. About 10 minutes later I heard my wife entering our bedroom... she came straight to our bed and sliped into it, too. "Darling..." she wispered.. "..are you still awake??!" I smelled my wifes pussy.... and I tried to do as I woke up .."Oh... yes... Sudha, I am awake! Is it late..?? Did you show him your dress and undies??" I said. Sudha began kissing me and said "Nikhil, you said you won't get mad at me.. right!? Whatever happens?" Is said "Sure, Sudha..!! Sure! I love you!" She answered "Ok, honney I think tonight one of your dreams came true!".... "What do you mean, Sudha??" She took my hand and placed it onto her swollen, wet clit! "What do you think is that!? It's your wifes fresh fucked pussy!".. she smiled at me and gave me a deep french kiss. I thought I could tasted Suresh's saliva through her lips and tongue and kissed her back! Her pussy felt so soft and wet and it was soooo hot and sloppy!!!!! "Have you made love to him..??" I asked her "Honey, he fucked me with his amazing tool... making love is not the right sentence... but it was great!!" She kissed me again... "You said you won't get mad, right!??!?"

"Do you like the feeling of my freshly fucked pussy and what you feel..!?!?" Sudha asked and came over me.... I laid on my back and now had her swollen, cum filled and shaved pussy right in front of my face..! "Please cool her a little bit with your tongue, Nikhil! So you can also try how your wife’s pussy tastes now, with the cum of Suresh still oozing out! That is what you dreamed of, isn't it?!" I could not answer this question.. Instead I was pressing my face against my wife’s sloppy slit.... I started to eat her out. It was an amazing taste. Suresh's cum mixed with my wife’s juices...! I loved it! Sudha enjoyed my treatment and encouraged me stiffing my tongue deeper inside her pussy! Her slit was oozing for minutes so I tried to suck all the juices out of her. "Ohhh.. Yes Nikhil.. Eat this pussy out... you know I am not on the pill at the moment... If you don't want me to get pregnant make it absolutely clean!!" She smiled at me because she thought that Suresh was sterile.... I gave my wife a final oral climax while I stroke my little cock. I came again... and after she told me the details we fell asleep.
That was my first TRUE experience with the wife watching theme!! It was great! And from this night our sex life changed completely! Suresh was living in our house for another 4 weeks than he moved to his own flat in our city. He became my wife’s lover and took nearly all my privileges from our marriage as Sudha’s husband. Sudha promised me to love me forever but she also let me know that Suresh is the only one who can satisfy her needs totally as a woman. Sudha and Suresh showed me more and more of their private sex life. They often slept in our bedroom while I have to stay in the guest room. Sudha told me to enjoy the fact that now she gets fully satisfied by Suresh.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

8 YEARS BREAK

PART1


I was down in the basement trying to unplug the drain in the air conditioner unit when I heard the phone ring. Natalie was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen so I figured she would get it. I heard her pick it up through the return air vent from the first floor.

"Hello. Katie, its nice to hear from you. How long has it been?"

I didn't like Katie. She was a friend of Natalie's from high college and I always had bad feelings about her. Luckily we moved away from Lancaster shortly after we got married. I wish it were a little further away.

"Yah, that's what I figured. Eight years really goes by fast. What's going on?"

I didn't like the way this conversation was going, but I only had one side of it.

"Katie, hold on a second. Steve is working down in the basement. Let me go shut the door. I'll be right back."

I heard Natalie put the phone down while she went across the room to close the door. I went across the cellar and quickly picked up the wall extension phone,

"Hi Katie, I'm back. Now what were you going to tell me about?"

"Nat, there is a medical equipment convention coming to the Lancaster Holiday Inn next weekend and guess who is coming."

"You are kidding. Will both of them be there?"

"Both of them. They will be getting in Friday night and staying the whole weekend."

"How do you know this?"

"Jerrod called me this morning and is dying to see you. He asked me to call and see if I could get you to come down to Lancaster for the weekend. It will just be you and me, Jerrod and Martin."

I was holding a rag over the end of the phone. I really wanted to jump through the receiver and grab Katie by the neck. What the hell was she proposing?"

"I don't know Katie. If I can get away I would love to come down. I'll have to sweet talk Steve a little. As soon as I know I get back to you."

"You remember the good time we had at the last convention when they were here, don't you Natalie?"

"You are damn right I do. Every time I give the kids breakfast in the morning."

"I can't believe you had the balls to name that kid Jerrod."

"Why not? Steve doesn't have a clue. He thinks Jerrod is his, even though they don't look a thing alike."

Damn, this conversation was getting worse as it goes. I did a fast recap in my head and figured out that Natalie and Katie had a fling with these two guys eight years ago and Natalie ended up getting pregnant with Jerrod. She passed the kid off as mine and naturally never said a thing about the affair. Now Natalie and Katie were planning to see these guys again.

"Katie, I'll call you back as soon as I can. If I can't get away for an overnight, I might at least be able to get down there for the day. That would be better than nothing."

"OK. Give me a call as soon as you know."

After we all hung up the phones I had a little time to think. We had three kids. Jenny and Lynn were in high college and Jerrod showed up about eight years ago. The two girls are good looking and bright. They work hard in college and are both getting ready for college. Jerrod on the other hand is uninspired. He is not interested in collegework or sports. I liked Jerrod, even with his shortcomings.

Natalie opened up the cellar door. "How are you doing down there Steve? Are you ready for some coffee?"

"I am about done. I'll be right up. I think I am going to take a shower before doing anything else."

After a long, hot shower, I sat in front of the TV with the family. I was trying to figure out what I was going to do. This wasn't a small mistake that Natalie made and regretted. This was some thing that she did deliberately and was planning on doing again. I didn't know if I wanted to stop it and maintain the status quo or if I wanted to correct it. If I decided to correct it, I had to figure out how. I felt really stupid, because in twenty years of marriage I never even thought that Natalie might be screwing around.

"Steve, I talked to Katie from Lancaster today. She asked me to come down and spend the weekend with her. Do you have any problems with that?"

"No, not really. I'll be busy at work, so as long as my parents can watch the kids, it should be OK, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"Make sure you take your cell phone in case you have any problems. OK?"

"Thanks dear. I will take my cell with me and I promise I will not have any problems. The Volvo wagon doesn't break and I can get lots of shopping goodies in it. I'll probably go down Friday morning and come back Sunday night. Is that OK?"

"Sounds good to me. Have fun."

Natalie went out to the kitchen and I overheard the call to Katie to confirm their plans for the weekend. She didn't seem to be worried at all about the fact that she was cheating or that there might be consequences. I told her I wanted to do a little computer work before going to bed and that I would be up later.

It wasn't too hard to find the web site for the East Coast Medical Equipment Dealers Convention in Lancaster. Everything concerning the convention was there. The displays were all listed with a floor map. They had a list of the lectures and seminars showing times and locations. They had a roster of all the attendees that included their hotel room numbers.

Jarrod Kramer and Martin Blank were sharing suite 411 from Friday through Monday. I found home addresses and phone numbers for both of them in Baltimore.

I located a company that offered DNA tests by mail. The tests ranged from paternity verification to probable national origin. Most of the tests were under a hundred dollars. The samples could be taken at home and mailed in with a check or paid for on line. I filled out the application forms at the web site and paid for the four paternity tests using my Pay Pal. After printing out the collection instructions, I got all the items together I would need to get the samples. I printed out a mailing label and got a padded, priority envelope ready to mail everything in. I prepared several CD mailers and got a stack of blank CD's ready. Jerrod and Martin's wives would surely want a copy of the evening's activities.

I worked for a corporate security consultation firm. My hours were flexible but since I had some comp time coming, I just decided to take the week off. Another nice perk of the job was the availability of different types of equipment that I could use for collecting information. By this time I had pretty much decided the marriage was over. The fact that she had the affair eight years ago and got me to raise the kid was bad but the way Katie and her were joking about making a fool of me was too much. There was no way could I forgive that. Now she was doing it again. That would have to end it for good.

I collected the DNA samples from the kids the next day. They thought it was cool. Then I went to the bank and moved almost all of the savings money into a college trust fund for Jenny and Lynn, but kept twelve thousand in cash. I was able to set it up so that the trust would be safe from my wife or from a sneaky divorce lawyer. I made arrangements to have all the credit cards and the checking account cancelled on Monday morning, and opened a new account in my name only. I was going to lock up the house so Natalie would have to find someplace else to stay. I was sure she would be able to figure out some legal way to get into the house but I was hoping to have some other things taken care of by then. We could decide about our son, Jarrod, later. Even though he was not mine I felt some responsibility for him.

I stopped by the office of Seymour Schlamp. Seymour was my lawyer since we arrived in Reading. He was fair and hard working. I liked him. I explained the situation to him as best I could. He pushed me to make sure there was no chance for reconciliation. In addition to the divorce proceedings I ask him to contact Jarrod Kramer and see if he could do something about my son. I suggested $500 a month child support, retroactive, or have him take the child and raise him. The last option was for him to relinquish all rights to Jerrod so I could arrange to adopt him. I felt certain he would accept the last one. Seymour had everything he needed. I promised to send him pictures and audiotapes that he could use. He gave me the office e-mail account address and some preaddressed mailers for hard copy stuff.

Betty Moore was the most obnoxious real estate agent I ever met. There was very little about the women that I liked but she was a hard, driven worker. I gave her a listing on our house and signed several powers of attorneys for her. I told her she would have to get any signatures from Natalie that she needed herself. She laughed and assured me there would be no problems. I told her the locksmith would give her a set of the new keys.

The wireless video camera disguised as a smoke detector was the best for the job. I picked up two of them and grabbed four bugs. I also needed a clipboard, a set of dickeys with the company logo and three laptops. I made up a work order to replace a faulty smoke detector in room 411 on a company form. I would put the computers and all the equipment I needed for recording in a regular suitcase. I took a small stepladder.

Room 311 was available at the Holiday Inn and I reserved it under another name, just for Friday. It had wireless Internet. Wal-Mart had the best deal on throwaway cell phones. I picked up two of them, just in case.

My mom and dad moved to an old farmhouse near Lebanon a few years back. It was way too big for the two of them but it was a dream that dad always had. He had a large garden, chickens and an orchard. Jerrod liked to go there. They were more than willing to put up with us as long as necessary. My dad liked Jerrod but called him Jake. He said Jerrod sounded like a sandwich seller. Jerrod seemed to like Jake better than his real name. A few years ago Dad bought a big motor home and a small Kia to pull behind it. He used it three times and lost interest. I told Dad to get the motor home gassed up and ready. I knew the girls would squawk about being away from their friends for the summer. They had one more year of high college before college and wanted to get it at a prep college in Vermont. Natalie didn't want to spend the money. Although they were a year apart in age they were in the same grade, don't ask. I had no idea how Jerrod would take it. I would figure out the college situation later. Right now I had other problems. At least all the kids enjoyed being with my mom and dad.

Natalie left bright and early the next morning. She was all mushy and thanked me again for letting her spend time with her friends. I told the kids to pack up to go on a trip, and to take enough stuff for the whole summer. As I suspected, the girls bitched to high heaven. I told them to take the brochures from the Burlington prep college and all of a sudden every thing got rosy. They packed all their college clothes with them just in case. Surprisingly, Jerrod seem enthused about the trip.

Jenny came up to me and just stood there.

"What's do you need, Jenny? Are you all packed?"

"Dad, I am seventeen. I am not a kid anymore. Tell me what is going on."

"I am not sure I know what you mean."

"Are you and mom having problems?"

"I don't think that is anything I want to discuss with you. If there were something going on, your mother and I would try and keep it from you. Why don't you get the rest of your things together?"

"No dad. I mean it. It seems different this time. Lynn and I want to know what is happening. We feel we have a right to know."

I didn't want to say anything to her about it but I knew it was going to come up eventually."OK, I am not feeling very happy with the relationship between your mother and myself at the moment. Things are not looking real good for us. I don't know anything for sure that is wrong, but I know something is not right."

"Is mom cheating on you?"

I paused a long time. "I'm not sure, but I think so."

Jenny turned around and yelled up the stairs. "You were right Lynn."

"What is that all about?"

""I better let Lynn tell you."

Lynn was coming down the stairs towards Jenny and me.

"Tell him, Lynn."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. He knows, but you still have to tell him."

Lynn looked down at her feet. Finally she started to speak. "About four months ago I was skipping college with one of the guys from my lab class. We stopped by the house so I could get some CD's. It was Wednesday, when mom usually goes shopping. You were on a job in Boston, I think. As we were coming down the street, we saw a gold SUV pull into the driveway. That guy Floyd, who works with you, got out and mom left him into the house. We sat outside for almost two hours until he came out. I waited ten more minutes and went into the house. Mom was taking a shower and the bed was all messed up in your room. I left and went back to college for the rest of the day. When we got home, she had started supper. The bed was made and there was a load of sheets in the dryer. I told Jenny, but she didn't believe me."

Nobody said anything for about thirty seconds.

"Thanks for telling me girls. It is something I never wanted to hear but it is good that you told me."

Jenny noticed a tear in my eye. She grabbed Lynn's arm and they went back upstairs with out saying any more.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

8 YEARS BREAK

LAST PART


Dad showed up just as the locksmith arrived. While the locks were being changed, I threw all of Natalie's clothes, shoes and personal items into 33 Gal trash bags. The bags pretty much filled the back of my Navigator.

After the discussion with the girls I decided to stop at work before going to the convention. Centerex was a company that was started locally but was spreading across the county rapidly. Their marketing people did an excellent job locating potential areas for expansion but the company couldn't train people fast enough to man them, especially in management. They had been trying to get me to take a new office and offered me several different locations trying to get me interested. Natalie refused to move and would not even discuss it. If I stayed where I was I would be in the same position forever. Moving would give me a promotion, more money and a little power. I went directly to the office of the company president.

"Is Mister Turcott available for a quick couple of minutes?"

"I think he can squeeze you in Steve. Hold on a minute." I always liked Turcott's secretary and I think she felt the same about me.

George Turcott came out of his office and gave me his hand.

"I hope you are here to give me some good news Steve."

"Well, Yes and No."

"Helen, bring some coffee into the office and hold my calls for a while."

"Ok, what can I do for you, Steve?"

"First, I decided I would like to be reconsidered for one of the new management positions at a site where you think I would be the most valuable."

"That's great news. If you have no preference, I sure have a great slot I would love you to take. How would you feel about Anchorage?"

"Believe it or not, that's sounds perfect. Is the first week of September OK with you?"

"I think that would work. I'll have personal get started on everything Monday. What is the second thing?"

"Well I know this sounds odd but I'd like Floyd Cooper to be sent up there to work for me."

George leaned back in his chair and started to snicker. "You found out didn't you?"

"I don't know what you mean, Mister Turcott." I couldn't keep a straight face when I said it.

"Steve, nobody wanted to say anything to you. I didn't like what was going on but I didn't know what to do about it. If I fired Floyd, I was afraid you would find out and I didn't want that to happen. I figured the best thing to do was to try and keep it quiet. Unfortunately, Floyd Cooper has a big mouth. He started bragging about his affair with your wife. His secretary, Tracy, came to see me and complained when Floyd started showing around pictures of him and your wife that he loaded in his computer. The legal department is working something up right now but I had them on a short leash trying to protect you. Now that you know I can just fire Floyd. That is a hell of a lot more practical than spending the money to send him to Alaska so you can fire him up there."

"Your right. I was hoping that I could inflict a little more damage but I guess revenge is a pretty poor management technique. I'll go along with whatever you think is fair."

George pushed his intercom button. "Helen, Get me Tracy Toliver."

After explaining to Tracy what we were doing, we walked down to Floyd's office. Floyd was on a job in Allentown.

Tracy Toliver was one good-looking woman. She was just under thirty and was aging very well. The combination of auburn hair and blue eyes always fascinated me. She stood only a few inches over five feet but carried herself like an Amazon. I never understood how Floyd ended up with the best secretary in the whole building. I found out later that she had requested to be transferred to my office three times but my secretary would not relinquish her position.

"You will need these." She held out four blank CD's. "Look under accounts pending and click on Stoddard. Make one for yourself, one for your lawyer, one for our legal department and one for Floyd's wife. I have mailers ready but I need your lawyers name."

I was stunned by her efficiency. This woman knew what she was doing and exactly how to do it. "Seymour Schlamp. His office is on Franklin Street."

George and I went into Floyd's office while Tracy started typing the last address label. There were twenty pictures of Floyd and Natalie having every kind of sex imaginable. They were poor quality and looked like they were taken off a web cam. That also meant that Floyd probably had a full length, video someplace. They were not taken in our bedroom. George was trying to be polite about the whole thing but he just couldn't help looking at my wife with a dick in her mouth, pussy and ass. I was little upset because every guy it the building probably saw what I was looking at now. After checking them all, I just did a file copy to each of the blank CD's.

Tracy stuck her head in the room. "Delete the whole damn file when you get done copying that filth."

I gave Tracy the four discs. She put each of them in an envelope and gave me one back. "Don't let your kids get a hold of this. I will mail these three on Monday morning."

I told George what I was planning at the Holiday Inn. He did not like the company getting involved but agreed to going along with it. We had a work crew in the area Monday and he said he would have them stop by and remove the cameras I was going to install. George and I shook hands. I thanked him and he thanked me. I guess that was a good meeting.

The trip from Reading to Lancaster took about an hour. After parking in the back, I registered, paid cash and got my key. The first thing I did was change into my work clothes. The housekeeping maid on the fourth floor was friendly enough. I showed her my work order and since no one had checked into the room yet, she let me in. It only took about twenty minutes to install the fake smoke detectors. The room had two queen size beds. I was able to place the cameras where I could get a good shot of each bed and part of the room. No sweat, I was a pro. I hoped that none of the occupants would notice that they were in a room with three smoke detectors.

I went back to the room, changed clothes and started to set up all my equipment. The pizza delivery guy got there about a half hour later. By three o'clock everything was set up. Both the cameras were working great. The pictures were clear, even with normal room lighting. My laptop was up and running with a good, high speed, connection. I had one camera set up to record whenever there was motion the other one I would run manually. Damn, I loved my job.
I had one problem, not knowing where Natalie was. I dialed her cell phone.

"Hi Steve." Isn't caller ID great?

"Hi Natalie. Just checking to see that everything is going OK. The kids are with my parents and I am still at work. Where are you now?"

"We are still at Katie's place. Her husband, Ray, is going to watching their kids. Katie and I are going to a sleep over at Melanie Thompson's house. A couple of the other girls from college will be there. It should be a blast."

"Sounds like fun. Take some pictures."

"In your dreams pervert."

"Who is this guy Ray that Katie is with? Do I know him?"

"I think so. It's Ray Wilson. He was on the football team with you."

"Yah right. I remember Ray. How's he look?"

"A little heavier, a little balder and a little mellower."

"Sound's like normal aging to me. OK Natalie. I'll let you go. Have fun and call if you have any problems. Love you."

"Love you back. Bye."

I did remember that Ray was one big son of a gun and nasty to boot.

If they were getting to leave that means that they would be here soon. I figured they would use Natalie's car, which will work out for me. About that time there was some activity in the room. Camera one started to record just as it was set up to do. There was a lot of idle chat about the drive up and other trivia. They were both pretty big guys. Jerrod had dark hair and dark eyes while Martin was a little bald and pale looking. Both seemed to be in good shape. The bug picked up Jerrod's cell phone ringing.

"Hi, this is the stud farm. How can I be of service?"

The two of them got a big kick out of that. I wondered how many times they used it before.

"We here, Honey and we are hot to trot. What's your pleasure?"

I assumed he was talking to Katie.

"Ok. The Outback it is. We'll meet you down stairs in about two minutes."

At least they were going to feed them first. I was sitting there fuming about the whole thing. If I wasn't so involved with the mechanics of what I was doing I would probably be getting ready to stomp somebody.

I left the room right away and headed for the stairwell at the end of the hall. Standing outside the corner of the building I could see Natalie and Katie waiting in the lobby. They were giggling like a couple of collegegirls. A minute later, Jerrod and Martin came off the elevator.

Natalie immediately took Jerrod's arm and gave him a peck on the cheek, the kind a wife gives a husband. The four of them walked out and got in a black Mercedes. As they drove away I looked around the lot and found the Volvo parked in the back row. At least she was trying to be a little discrete. About five minutes later I was loading the trash bags with her clothes and other stuff into the wagon. I was sure she would come back from the restaurant a little high and not notice anything in the car. I left a note on the drivers seat explaining that the locks were changed on the house and that I was taking the kids on an extended vacation. I drove over to Taco Bell and fortified my body for the rest of the night. They get to eat baby back ribs and I get a burrito supreme. Life just is not fair.

I went back to my room and waited for the inevitable. I was trying to figure out a few other things I could do. I had about an hour until they got back to the room. I knew what was going to happen when they arrived what I didn't know was what exactly I was going to do.

Well I had pretty much concluded that they were not getting together to play canasta. I knew what was going to happen the rest of the night and I didn't like it. I had thought that Natalie and I had a good life. I figured she was happy because she had never complained or shown any sign at all that she was dissatisfied with anything. She fed me a line of bullshit when Jarrod was born. She said she was glad we had a boy because every man should have a son. I wondered if she called Jarrod's real father and congratulated him the first chance she got. Damn, it was depressing thinking about it. I regretted all the years that I lived with this woman who could cheat on me at the drop of a hat and feel no guilt about it at all. A woman who could get me to raise another man's child and think it was humorous. It was hard to have any compassion for her at this point.

I continued to get everything ready. I guess I was over prepared but it was the only chance I would have and I didn't want to miss anything. They barged into the room laughing and giggling. Martin brought a bottle of something with him and they had four glasses filled in the first minute. Katie pulled two pillows off the bed and threw them on the floor.

"Ok. Lets get started. Blowjob contest. The winner gets the first three way."

There was a round of laughter at that.

"How are we going to have a three way when there are only two guys?"

Natalie jumped in on that one. "Hey girls like to get ate too."

After more giggling Katie and Natalie took off their tops and bras and dropped to their knees in front of the guys. Two pairs of pants and boxers hit the floor in a second. Both of the girls had big grins on their faces as Katie yelled. "GO."

I couldn't believe I was watching my wife suck another mans cock and doing it with great enthusiasm. It was a contest that all four of them were enjoying to the fullest. Katie was pumping on Martins cock like a machine gun. It was as if she couldn't go fast enough. She was panting like she just ran a four-minute mile. Natalie was not going near as fast but she was going steady and deep. She was ramming her chin into Jarrod's balls with every stroke. The sides of her cheeks were caved in as she sucked harder and harder. Damn, I never got sucked off like that. Not only was I pissed off I was also jealous.

The cameras were working great. I was forced to take my attention away from the orgy to make sure I was getting everything. Since I was able to control the manual camera's zoom I got a couple of minutes of great sucking action recorded. It was almost as good as a regular porn flick.

"I am getting close, get ready for dessert." Jarrod yelled out.

Katie started pumping faster as Martin groaned but it was too late. Natalie stopped sucking and just held on to the head of Jarrod's cock with her lips as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth. I could see her cheeks sucking every drop from his balls. Natalie left him slide out of her mouth and she held her lips tightly together. She looked up at him and smiled without opening her mouth. About that time Martin moaned loudly and Katie started to cough and choke on the load she was getting. She backed off his cock and continued to cough for a few seconds.

"Thanks a lot, Martin. You could have at least given me a clue you were ready. Look at all that good stuff I wasted."

Natalie walked over to her on her knees, and let all of Jarrod's cum drip into Katie's mouth.
“Check how thick and salty it is” my wife told Katie after she took some of the liquids from her mouth.
“Much better taste than my husband’s” Katie replied testing Jarrod's cum in her mouth by her tongue. Then she gulped it down. Natalie said “my husband’s liquids are not thick. I like semen when it is thick, sticky and salty.
Katie placed her hands on top of Natalie’ breasts and gave her a few hard squeezes saying thank you for sharing. Everybody started to laugh again.

"See Katie, that's what friends are for, sharing."

At regular intervals I was able to snap a few still shots using the zoom cam.

I watched, fascinated, as my loving wife stripped off the rest of her clothes and flopped back one of the beds. Katie was quick to follow. Although they had joked about the three way, it wasn't about to happen yet. Jarrod buried his face between Natalie's legs while Katie positioned herself on top of Martins face. There was a lot of moaning and groaning as the girls prodded their partners to lick faster and harder. Katie reached her climax first and left Martin with a sticky, shiny smile. Natalie finished up a little later and appeared to be trying to suffocate her lover by holding his head with all her might. She didn't let him up to breath until after she screamed and bucked away.

Both pairs followed this up with some robust missionary sex. As the evening continued they tried every position imaginable. Martin fucked Natalie from behind as she blew Jerrod. Katie ended up riding Jerrod's cock while she sucked Martin again. They finished the first session with Natalie on top of Martin while Jerrod took her in the ass. At the same time she was licking Katie pussy. I got some good stills of this episode.

It was break time in room 411. Katie went in to take a shower while Natalie brushed her teeth. Jarrod and Martin were just lying back with a couple of beers. I picked up a throw away phone and dialed Baltimore.

"Hi, Mrs. Kramer? This is Walter Perkins at the Medical Equipment Convention in Lancaster. Are you Jerrod Kramer's wife?"

"Yes but he's not here right now."

"I know. Your husband and Mister Blank received some special recognition tonight at the convention. We would like to e-mail you the pictures from the ceremony. Do you have an e-mail account we could send them to?"

"Of course. It's eekramer at bbw.net. "

"That's great. You don't happen to have Martin Blank wife's e-mail also do you so I can send the pictures together?"

"Sure. She is at bbblank at balt.com."

"Ok. That's all I need. You should have the pictures in a few minutes."

Of course she could track the transmissions to the hotel wireless link, but I really didn't care because there was no connection to me.

They were having a conversation break in room 411 while they got their second wind.

"So Natalie, is your dear husband taking good care of my son for me?"

"Of course silly. It's been eight years and the idiot still hasn't figured out that the kid is not his. Steve lives in a world of his own. He couldn't figure it out if a letter came in the mail. It would be nice if you sent a birthday present or something now and then."

"Oh yah. That would be cool. All he needs is to see something like that to give him a clue."

Katie chimed in, "Hell, I got three snot nose kids running around at home and my dummy isn't the father of any of them. He is so busy sucking down beers that he could never figure out they weren't his."

Everybody had a good laugh at poor Ray's expense and I had a good sound clip. I was getting bored with the activities and decided to pack it up for the night. I logged on to www.livesexcam.com and tapped into an unused room. After a few entries I had a live feed from room 411 going to an Internet site. I added a title to the page,' Natalie and Katie do Jerrod and Martin.' My wife and her girlfriend had decided that break time was over and started getting the guys hard for another go around. The Internet feed was going well and the number of watchers had picked up to over a hundred. It took me about twenty minutes to get everything packed up to go. I left the live feed computer until last. By that time over four hundred perverts were watching the show and I am sure several people were recording it for distribution later. I disconnected the last set up and called Ray Wilson.

"Hey Ray are you sober?"

"Yah, who is this?"

"Just a friend, Ray. I have something I want you to listen to."

I played back the short audio clip I made of Katie.

"Son of a bitch. Where did you get that?"

"Ray, she is in room 411 at the Holiday Inn. There are two guys there and they are pretty big so if you are planning on going, take a bat or something, or they might beat the crap out of you."

Ray didn't say another word and I heard the phone click off.

I just finished loading the Navigator when Ray jumped out of a Ford pickup with a short aluminum little league bat, and stormed into the building. I was tired but enjoyed the ride back to Lebanon.

The motor home was all ready. I gave dad a set of the new house keys. Mom would go down to Lancaster to see Natalie at her parents house while dad took some guys to our house and moved out all the furniture and stuff. They had plenty of room to store the things in the barn. Mom thought it would be interesting to hear Natalie's side of the story. My parents had the number of one of the throw away phones. I keep my cell, but was planning on having it turned off most of the time. Dad would take the stuff in the Navigator back to Centerex on Monday.

It was late to get started but I wanted to be far away when Natalie figured out what was going on. We had an RV lot reserved near Hagerstown where we could get a good start on the interstate in the morning.

The girls planned the trip for us. They did a pretty good job. The only input I made was to limit the distance between stops because the gas was killing me. I was glad I took a lot of cash with me. We finished three days at Disney and we were on our way to Chattanooga to see the Aquarium. Jenny asked if she could call Mom.

"Hi mom. It's Jenny. Yes. Just wanted to let you know that everything was OK. Yes. Yes. I know. We are all having a good time, even Jerrod. We miss you too. We'll call every couple of days to let you know. OK. Tomorrow night we are going to be getting to Orlando. We will be at Disney for almost a week. We have park tickets for every day."

I couldn't believe it. My daughter was setting her mother up. How cool is that.

"We are staying at the Orleans Hotel right in Disney World. It's going to be so neat. OK. We'll call you in a couple days. Bye."

"Jenny I can't believe you did that. That was really rotten."

"I know. Lynn and I thought it would be appropriate."

"You know of course, your mom is on the phone right now getting a plane ticket and a room reservation."

"That's what we figured she's do. She needs a vacation anyhow." Lynn chimed in. Jerrod was watching a DVD and enjoying his own company.

Two weeks later Lynn called her mother. Natalie was all upset because she spent a whole week looking for us in Orlando. Lynn said we decided on Six Flags instead and tried to change the subject. Lynn and Jenny kept her on the cell for almost twenty minutes listening to her rant and rave. Jenny finally said she was sorry if she had misled her and would call her back in a couple of days. My demon girls were giggling for a half hour after they hung up the phone.

The next week was hectic. We parked by the Smokey Mountains and the kids kept busy while I took care of business. Seymour delivered the divorce papers to Natalie. She had no idea I was doing it till he arrived. He said she had a fit. He explained that she could get a lawyer to fight the divorce and told her what she was up against. He had the pictures of her and Floyd, the group at room 411 and the DNA results. Jenny and Lynn were mine but not Jarrod. Natalie got a lawyer but ended up agreeing to what Seymour proposed anyhow.

Seymour went to see big Jarrod at a hospital in Baltimore. Katie's husband had done a bang up job on him and Martin. Ray was looking at about five years in Jail. I ask Seymour to help him. Both of my wife's lovers were in the hospital over a week and were served divorce papers while they were in recovery. They had no place to go when they got out. Jarrod signed the paper relinquishing all rights to his son, Jarrod. Besides the broken bones and ribs, Ray had literally smashed their genital regions with the bat. The doctors did not hold out much hope for a recovery.

Betty Moore had a buyer for the house. She had a hell of a time convincing Natalie to sign all the papers but finally wore her down. I wasn't needed to sign anything or go to the closing because of the power of attorneys I had signed.

The summer was coming to a fast end. I had a chance to build a good bond with the kids. I spent a lot of time talking with Jerrod. He liked it in Lebanon, where mom and dad lived. I asked him if he would like to stay at the farm full time and he jumped at it. Dad really enjoyed having him around and I knew he would be happy to take him in. Seymour drew up adoption papers so my parents would have the legal authority to provide and take care of him. The only thing Seymour didn't like doing, was getting Natalie to agree to it. Natalie didn't know it, but dad also had Jerrod's name legally chanced to Jake.

The girls fell in love with the college in Burlington. Late summer in Vermont was beautiful. We spend a few days getting them settled in and then Jake and I started back to the keystone state. I checked in with Mister Turcott and found out everything was set for my move to Alaska. Tracy was already in position and had a temporary office set up. That was good news. She also had an apartment for me, and a company car ready when I arrived. I left the Navigator with dad to get rid of.

Six months later everything was finally settling down. The divorce was final. The girls were doing well in college and both had scholarships to James Madison University in Virginia. They were happy and excited about being on their own. They had not heard from Natalie except for a few phone calls. Jake's college work was improving and he was deeply involved in his new hobby, raising bantam chickens. Natalie came to see him one time. She was driving an old Ford Escort and told dad she had to sell the Volvo to pay the divorce costs. That was bull shit because I ended up paying for both lawyers. While she was there, Natalie insisted on calling Jake, Jarrod. Jake corrected her each time and finally walked away. Natalie proceeded to dump on my dad about how rotten it was to take away the child's birthright. Dad said it was too easy a shot, so he passed it up and just walked away with Jake. Jake's mother never came back to see him again. She got eleven thousand dollars from the sale of the house. Katie and her decided to celebrate the divorce and went to Las Vegas. All the money was gone in four days. I don't know what Natalie is doing now or where she is living. Maybe she moved to Baltimore.

Needless to say, I love Alaska.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Husband Gets Me Bred



I love sex and doing it with my husband is very good. We have been together for six years and average three and four nights a week. The problem is that ever since we got married I have been trying to get pregnant. He went to a lab and had a sperm count. It was bad news. We did not have the money for the latest science.

So one night as I lay on my back, legs wrapped around his waist as he slid in and out of me, when I whispered that maybe we should find a nice guy who could put a little extra seed in me. He stopped. I thought I had screwed up and figured a fight was coming. Then after a short pause, he whispered to me, "That might solve the problem. Would you be willing to do that?"

"I want to have a baby," I said. "Keep fucking me."

"We've already talked about the cost of insemination."

"You could find a guy," I whispered. I pushed my pelvis up to meet his thrust, and then tightened my virginal walls around his penis. I felt the cheeks of his ass quiver as I tightened.

"You could bring him here," I continued, "Have him join us in the dark here in the bedroom. It would be a threesome sort of thing. Only he would not have to know he was getting me pregnant." I continued to milk his dick with my cunt. I love calling it that.

His breathing became labored. It was obvious he was enjoying the fuck. At the time I was working very hard to make sure he was enjoying a good servicing. "I could watch?" he questioned.

"You can be a part of it baby. You can be there. You can watch him fuck me."

As I was finishing the sentence his body tensed, then spasm, followed by his cum. It was pretty hot. It seemed to me it was very hot for him too.

Later, after he had calmed, we discussed it quietly in the dark.

"You really want a guy to get you pregnant?" he asked.

"If it works," I said. There was quiet for a moment, and then I continued.

"You could find someone, maybe on the internet. He could be your general height, complexion, eyes, and healthy of course." A moment or two passed. We were snuggled together. I could tell from a growing erection against the small of my back that the conversation was exciting him.

"I guess I could look around." He finally said.

I responded by rolling over, taking his dick in my mouth, massaging his balls with my hands, and sucking him. It was one of those times he came twice in one night.

Over the next few days we talked of it more. He was agreeable and started searching the adult and swing sites on the net. I found it very interesting that our sex life became more raw and intense. I finally figured out that he was excited about the idea.

A few weeks later he had found someone who met his qualifications. Ken showed me transcriptions of the emails between him and Larry.

I looked at the picture of Larry. He seemed okay. The things he said was okay. So I said okay.

Ken set it up that he would bring Larry home, after meeting him at a bar, and checking him out. I was to wait at home. This suited me. On the appointed Friday evening when I was most fertile, Ken left to meet Larry. I bathed, prepared my appearance, and put on a wrap dress. I guess I should describe what look like. I am blond, blue eyes, 5'3', 115 pounds, small breasts, large nipples, child bearing hips. I do not shave my pussy. When I stand up, there is a 2 inch gap between my thighs where they meet my pussy. My clit is very large, almost a mini-dick. I love having it sucked.

While waiting, I had a drink. I knew they would have a drink while getting to know each other. I waited. I had another drink.

Two hours later, sitting in the living room, lit by candles, I heard the door open. They had arrived. In that brief moment, I knew that not only was I impatient to be pregnant, but I was really looking forward to the attention I was about to receive by two men. I was tingly.

They came in. My husband, Ken, sat beside me and motioned for Larry to sit on the other side. I got the impression they had already decided protocol and knew what the sequence of events was to be. Ken leaned in and kissed me, placed his hand on my stomach and began caressing. Within another moment another hand, Larry's hand, was on my breast.

I returned Ken's kissing, enjoying the attention. It probably seems odd that there were no introductions, small talk, or other banter, but I was happy things began so quickly. It was less awkward. Larry's hand moved to my leg, up the thigh.

Ken pulled the string that held the wrap dress closed. It did not fall open, but allowed exploring fingers unobstructed access. While I continued kissing, hands were on my breasts and mound. I parted my legs in appreciation.

There was more foreplay than I would have thought. I enjoyed that and was thankful for it. However, within short time Larry's tongue had found my pussy and my pussy liked him immediately. His tongue was exquisite. I opened myself to accommodate him. I realized that I had never been eaten so wonderfully. As I surrendered my cunt to this marvelous tongue, Ken put his dick in my mouth. I accepted the cock and tried to give it pleasure, but Larry's tongue overrode my senses. My hips rose, my knees widened, his tongue went deeper. I am embarrassed to admit it, but at one point, I deeply grunted.

Ken's dick, still in my mouth, was very hard, so I knew he was enjoying what was happening. It was then that Larry replaced his tongue with his penis. What a penis. I had never thought much about size. But as Larry began to ease himself into me, it was not only obvious that he was longer and wider than my husband, but more adept in the use of it.

I vaguely noted my husband's withdrawal from us. I would see later that he took a seat opposite us and played with himself as we coupled. Larry began to fuck me. It was obvious to me that I was about to be bred by a real man with a real dick, and the real ability to make me enjoy it. I could go on and on about how good it was. Suffice it to say he fucked me to more orgasms than I could count. I subconsciously became his sexual bitch.

Ken had picked a wonderful man to father my child. Later, when I had collected my senses, I would be able to determine that his penis was two inches longer than Ken's. He had planted his seed exactly where it needed to be for me to become pregnant. He had been deeper in me than my husband could ever get.

After he had emptied himself in me, I nearly had a panic attack that he would leave and I might never have him in me again. I immediately jumped into action, said the appropriate things to create a fitting social situation. I talked to the both of them in a way only a woman can to make them feel at ease, relaxed, and comfortable in the darkened living room. Even in our nudity, I was able to make it work. I fetched drinks for them. I cuddled up with them. I tended their egos. They were happy boys.

Larry's sperm was in me. Ken had blown his wad all over himself watching us. After some conversation, I suggested that we all retire to the bedroom. It was late. There was no reason for Larry to go home. We were all friends and could have breakfast. To my surprise, the guys agreed.

In our king-size bed, I was in the middle. I held my husband's flaccid penis and whispered my thank-you in his ear before we drifted to sleep. I knew his ego and knew that this was not the time to ignore it.

Sometime, late in the night... cuddled up to my husband, my back to Larry; I felt the rising hardness of an erection easing between my legs. Larry, it seems, had recuperated and wanted more of me. I lay still. My husband was asleep. His penis found its way to my virginal opening with only the most marginal of body movement. He made his way in me. Ken remained asleep. I remained outwardly motionless but tightened my muscles around him, signaling my silent surrender, my acceptance of him in me. This time it was different. Ken was not part of it. He was asleep. It was Larry and I. I slid my arm behind me, across his hips, to cup the cheeks of his butt. Without moving his body, he was flexing his penis in me. I was responding in kind with the clamping of my cunt around it.

I do not know if it was making love or what. I do know that it is a memory that will stay special to me forever. Then things took an interesting turn. Larry slid him self out of me, put his arm around my waist, then placed his cock against the hole of my ass. With his other than he rubbed the tip against my opening while gently pulling my waist against him, thus signaling his desire to fuck me in the ass. There was not the slightest bit of hesitation on my part. I was willing to give this perfect stranger my virgin ass. I knew it would be gentle and the appropriate gift for the father of my child.

I relaxed my ass and he pressed into me. It sent shock waves through me. I gasped at the enormity of the entrance. I instantly knew that Ken would not sleep through this, so I bent forward at the waist and took my husbands smaller dick in my mouth and began to lick it. As my husband hardened, Larry put more and more of himself in my ass. I don't think I took all of it, but I know I took enough to give him pleasure.

Ken woke and became hard. I sucked him and he urged me to "Fuck him baby. Fuck him." Little did Ken know that Larry was fucking my ass, a place he had never been and would never go. Then the most wonderful thing. They both finished at nearly the same time. Ken in my mouth. Larry in my ass.

In short order, my husband drifted back to sleep. I turned to Larry, and orally cleaned his now soft penis. It was a special moment between him and me.

I slept soundly.

The next morning, Ken got up to make coffee. The instant he was out of the room, Larry slid atop me, entered me, and made himself cum in me. It lasted only three or four minutes. It was a cum dump. I accepted it and would have accepted another.

Ken returned with the coffee. I was pleasantly surprised how high his spirits were. It was apparent that he liked Larry and liked watching Larry fuck me. Over time I would find that his watching me with other men would become a major source of enjoyment for him. He did not know it before hand. I certainly would not have suspected, but nonetheless it was the case. Larry and I already had a bond that I did not understand. Larry and I also shared the secret of my ass.

It was decided that Larry would spend the rest of the weekend with us. We watched TV, cuddled, drank, snacked, and fucked. As I looked back over the whole weekend, my husband came in me two times from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. He brought himself off four times watching Larry and I. I sucked his cum out twice. As for Larry, he contributed towards my pregnancy six times, came in my ass once, and I secretly sucked him off Sunday morning while Ken made coffee.

I am pregnant now, almost two months. We have all agreed that a second child will be necessary as soon as possible. So to insure we do not lose touch, Larry comes over a couple of weekends a month. More and more, I service his every need while Ken watches and plays with himself. It is a win-win-win situation.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A VERY PRACTICAL APPROACH

PART1

Brijesh sat at home watching TV when his brother Rajesh called asking about coming over. Rajesh and his wife Amita had an important favor to ask.

“What is it, Rajesh?”

“It’s not something to ask over the phone.”

“When do you want to come over?”

“Now. If you say yes, we need you to start at once.”

Brijesh had not seen his big brother for many months though they both are now staying in Orlando. They settled in United States 10 years back. These two brothers came from India after the death of their parents in a terrible car accident.
Brijesh was thinking that for the last few months when they talked over the phone, his big brother Rajesh sounded very strange.

Rajesh and Amita arrived at Brijesh’s apartment in just under an hour. Brijesh saw his brother was quite ill as he walked in the door.

“My God, what’s wrong?’

Rajesh and Amita sat on the sofa. Rajesh’s six-foot build was haggard. His normal tan was faded and his hair was thinner and whitish.

Amita’s slumped posture made her look shorter than her five feet and eight inches. Her normally straight shoulder length black hair frizzled around her face. Her sparkling brown eyes were melancholy.

“Amita and I have been trying to have a baby since we got married five years ago. We finally went to a specialist three months ago to find out why we haven’t.

“The doctor Discovered that I have testicular cancer.”

“Oh god” was all Brijesh could say.

“Treatment slowed the cancer down but it destroyed my sperm. The case kicked back up and now I have to be castrated to stay alive. So far, there are no signs of further spreading.”

“What can I do to help, Rajesh?”

Rajesh and Amita exchanged looks. She spoke.

“We still want children. It looks good for Rajesh after the surgery. But, he can’t be a father. We decided to ask you to help.”

“You want me to be the sperm donor?” asked Brijesh.

“Yes.”

Brijesh thought it over. He knew how much his brother and Bhabi wanted a family. It was strange but he would help.

“When do you want me to go to the doctor’s?”

Amita blushed a bit.

“Brijesh,” she said, “the bills for Rajesh’s treatment make it impossible to have an A.I. procedure done. Especially, if it has to be done more than once. We have to do this the natural way.”

“You want me to sleep with Bhabi?” Brijesh asked his brother.

“I want you to sleep with me. I want you to impregnate me. I will come to you at the peak of my cycles again,” Amita said

Brijesh looked at his brother.

“Do you really want this?”

“Yes, because I know that you will be there for Amita and her child if the surgery does not help.”

“I just don’t know, Rajesh.”

“Think it over. She’ll take me home and give you time to think about it. Amita will come back. If she sees the lights on, she will know the answer is yes. If not, she come back to me and nothing more will be said.”

The couple left. Brijesh decided he would do what his brother asked.

Amita returned to find Brijesh’s apartment lit up. She entered with a bag of clothing. They sat in the living room in silence.

“Bhabi, this will be a bit awkward. I know Rajesh wants this but now that you are here, I feel like I’m betraying him.”

“I know, Brijesh. We both want this. He told me that if he could not be the father of the child, he wanted you.”

Brijesh showed Amita to the bedroom. He made room for her things so she would not have to bring a bag on each visit.

They turned away and prepared for bed. The lights were turned off and they slid under the sheets.

They laid next to each other for a while, neither talking or touching. They rolled to face one another in the dark.

“This just doesn’t seem right, Bhabi. You are a beautiful woman and very desirable. If you were any one else’s wife it would not bother me. But you belong to my brother.”

Amita took his hand and held it to her breast. She moved to him and kissed his lips.
“Oh dear and loyal Devar Ji. It was Rajesh’s idea. I feel like a cheating woman. But he wants this.”

Amita rolled to where she was on top of her brother-in-law. She positioned herself to where her furred grotto rested on his staff. She felt it grow, pressing against her. Brijesh held both nipples, twisting and teasing. He felt the wetness of his Bhabi ooze down and onto his manhood.

Amita raised herself then lowered her sex around his stiff member. She bounced, twisted, turned for at least 20 minutes until Brijesh pushed up and emptied into her. It triggered in her a female equivalent.

Before Brijesh could soften, he rolled over on top of Amita. He lifted her legs on his shoulders. He worked up another full erection.He's piston of a cock bored hard and fast into his Bhabi. She wrapped her legs tight around her donor’s neck. He again poured his semen into Amita. She felt the hot fluid flush into her. It forced a scream out of her into Brijesh’s ear.

Brijesh and Amita were spent. He tried to get off her. She held him tight, not wanting to lose the feel of his body on hers. Amita did not mind that he fell asleep on top of her. His weight was sensuous to her. Amita slept beneath Brijesh.

Amita awoke to find him still between her legs and breasts. Brijesh was looking down upon her.

“What happened?” Amita asked.

“I think that we decided to make love before we changed our minds. Now that we did it once, we can make a baby without guilt.”

The two separated to sleep the rest of the night.

Awkwardness returned the next morning. The morning rituals kept them in close company.
Brijesh and Amita drank coffee across the table. A feeling of betrayal returned. It took a while for their eyes to meet. They saw doubt in those eyes.

“Are we doing the right thing, Brijesh?”“In some cultures, it was a brother’s duty to impregnate a Bhabi if a man stayed childless. Sometimes, if the brother was not married, he took the widow for his own brother.”

Amita shed tears.

“But Rajesh isn’t dead.”Their eyes held steady. Brijesh’s favorite blend of coffee tasted bitter this morning.

“Do you want to forget about this, Bhabi?”

Amita took her cup to the sink. The window over the sink faced the playground in the area. She watched the kids playing there. She saw the mothers talking while the kids played. She wondered if this would be her only chance to be a mother.

“I have to take Rajesh to the hospital for his surgery,” she said.

Amita went to finish dressing. She passed the kitchen going to the door.

“I left a key by the door if you want it, Bhabi.”

Brijesh waited a few minutes after he heard the door shut. He noticed the key was gone when he left for his office.


Amita was not at the apartment when Brijesh returned that night. He took that as Amita changing her mind about the baby. He felt a bit of relief that the promise was nullified and sadness that his brother’s wish was unfulfilled. He did a few household chores and went to bed.

Brijesh lay in the bed wide-awake. The memory of Amita next to him, under him, stirred a physical memory. He rolled over on his side. He took several deep breaths trying to cleanse his mind. That did not work.

Brijesh did not change his bed linens. The scents of their sex acts remained to trigger his libido.
He reached out to where his Bhabi was the night before. He held her pillow to his face. The smell of her hair lingered. His hand felt the mattress where she was. He moved his hand, remembering the feel of her body. He found the spot where her wetness had dried.
Brijesh curled up, with his face next to that spot. The aroma of his Bhabi followed him to his dreams.

Amita spent the evening at a home just drinking coffee. Her thoughts kept returning to what the doctor said after the surgery. They got the testicular cancer. That was easily solved by simple castration. The doctor said he just wished it were that easy to treat the other cancer.

“What other cancer? Amita asked him being very surprised”

The oncologist saw Amita. Amita did not know of any other cancer.

“He didn’t tell you of the other one…. pancreatic cancer?”

Amita went home but it was empty to her. The life she had there was over. She could not stay. The house was a house of death. She opened her purse to check the copies of the hospital bill. She saw the key to Brijesh’s apartment. The thought of her lonely room depressed her further.Amita’s next conscience thought was standing at Brijesh’s door using the key. It was dark so early that she thought Brijesh was not home. She went to the bedroom door; it was open. She heard the sound of a man snoring in peace and not in pain.It had been months since Rajesh slept in peace. Now Amita knew why. What she did not know was why her husband withheld the entire truth from her.

Amita’s eyes adjusted to the ambient light from the window. She saw Brijesh curled strangely in the bed. He was breathing deeply with his face in an odd location of the bed.

Her curiosity took her to the bed. She bent to smell where Brijesh’s face was. She smiled. Rajesh repeatedly told her she flowed like Niagara Falls when aroused.

She stripped down and curled up behind Brijesh. Her face was in his hair. She curled her legs to where her lap was tight against his butt. Reaching over him, she pulled herself hard against his back, smashing her breasts between her and Brijesh.Her hand drifted down to find Brijesh had a full erection. She sat up enough to feel his balls. A lump formed in her throat at the thought that she would never feel Rajesh’s again.

Her hand moved up the fleshy shaft. She found moisture on the tip. Amita wiped off a bit of the precum and tasted it. She milked more and tasted it. Amita developed a craving to fully consume a man. She teased Brijesh until he rolled onto his back. With his face between her thighs, she stretched down to take his cock into her mouth.
Amita propped herself with one arm in a way that she could manipulate her brother-in-law’s balls and her clit while taking him deep into her mouth. It did not take long for her to start dripping her own fluids onto Brijesh’s face.

Brijesh woke to a combination of stimuli. His dream state felt the growing fire in his loins. A weight pressed on him the full length of his torso. A salty moisture dripped on his face and into his mouth. This moisture had an aroma that he smelled only in one place. It was the tickling that brought him from dream to reality.

A small wet furry patch tickled his face and nose. He woke and instantly knew his Bhabi returned to his bed. The woman he promised to impregnate. This was not the way to fulfill his promise. He pulled Amita’s hips down and shoved his face deep into her hot fountain.

The woman in heat felt her man waken. She removed her own hand so he could finish the job. She would have cried out in painful pleasure when he bit and chewed her clit. His cock in her mouth muffled her.

The assault on her womanhood started a chain reaction. She bit his cock and squeezed his balls. This triggered his eruption into her mouth. She sucked and squeezed to get every last bit of his cum.

She was hungry for him. Amita took every drop of his sexual food and swallowed it all. Nothing escaped her starved mouth and gullet. She kept sucking when the source dried because he was licking out her hole, drinking all that she produced.She sat up straight. Her insides quaked three more times. She mounted his face. They lay together then kissed, mixing the sex juices orally.

Amita held Brijesh’s head as it rested on her chest. She combed his hair with her fingers while thinking that she was lucky. Brijesh was there for her when she needed comfort the most. She knew that if he weren’t, she would have gone searching for a man, any man, with whom to spend the night. She hoped that Rajesh would understand that this night was one of lust and passion, seeking solace and companionship, not baby making.

Then it dawned on her that was what Rajesh wanted. Making a baby was not the important thing. He wanted her to have someone to turn to when she was alone. Some one not a stranger who might abuse her vulnerability. A caring person who would understand and protect her while in mourning.

The idea that her husband planned this all the time made her cry with joy and understanding. The bouncing of her chest woke Brijesh.

“What’s wrong, Amita?”

“Nothing, Brijesh. It’s just been a long day.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A VERY PRACTICAL APPROACH

LAST PART
Brijesh and Amita had no contact for the next three weeks. Neither phoned or visited the other. Brijesh talked to his brother Rajesh over phone. The short phone calls were mainly about how his treatments were doing. Every time Rajesh told him that he is feeling good. Rajesh is now in his own house. Amita appointed two full time nurses for day and night to look after him. All necessary medical instruments have been hired and the professional nurses are maintaining it. One night, Rajesh begged him to come over to his house.

“Please, Brijesh. She won’t be here.”

Brijesh knew it was not Rajesh’s illness that kept him away. He did not think that he could face Rajesh and Amita at the same time.Brijesh had every intention to keep his promise to give Amita the child that Rajesh could not. It was after the second night, the night after Rajesh’s surgery that things changed. Amita was turning to him for more than his sperm. It was like she wanted him, all of him. He had to talk it out with his brother before it went much further.Brijesh arrived to find Amita was indeed gone but a private duty nurse was with his brother. It was evident that Rajesh was much worse than Brijesh believed. A tube ran down his nose. The bag attached to the tube was injecting. It was liquid nourishment. The pale and gaunt man did not have long to live. Brijesh saw his brother hooked to IV’s and monitors. His memory went back to those nights that one week when he and Amita made savage love to each other. It was far beyond what his brother wanted.

“I’m sorry,” said Brijesh behind tears.
Brijesh fell to his knees beside the bed. He hid his shame in the sheets of the bed.Rajesh reached to him. Red blotches from IV needles were the only color on his hand. The simple act of moving his hand and resting it on Brijesh’s head was too strenuous. Rajesh had to rest to talk to his brother.

“Brijesh, what… do you have… to be sorry for?”

“I…” Brijesh could not finish.

“You used her… in ways that would …not allow pregnancy. I know. I knew… she would.”

Rajesh stopped talking. He lay as still as a manikin.

The nurse came to Rajesh’s side. She put Rajesh’s hand back under the sheets. The monitors showed his vital signs weakening. The nurse made three phone calls, one to his doctor and one to his hospital. The last call was for Amita.
In seconds Amita entered the house carrying a cell phone. She stood next to Brijesh.

Amita and Brijesh held hands next to the bed. Rajesh’s eyes focused on them. He smiled. His eyes focused beyond the room. Peace descended on the room. The monitors gave steady tones the nurse muted. She pushed some buttons and the screens went blank.

Amita smoothed Rajesh’s hair and shut his eyes. She kissed his lips. She turned to Brijesh.

“I said my good-byes. I’ll leave you with him.”

Brijesh did not register the sound of the door closing behind him. He pulled the tube from his brother’s nose and the needles from his arms. He took a wet cloth and washed his brother’s face.

“Does that feel better? I always had to take care my big brother. You were such a twerp. Now, you’re gone.”

Brijesh held the cloth to his own face.

“Oh God, Rajesh. You were the good boy. You were so generous with your life.”
The nurse handed Brijesh an envelope as she left the room

Brijesh saw the envelope. He picked it up.

“For Brijesh. To be opened before leaving my side.”

Brijesh started laughing and crying at the same time.

“You always had to have the last word.”The letter in the envelope shocked him. He did not breathe until he finished the letter.

Dear Brother,
I am gone now. I leave you and Amita behind. It’s been a great life for me. I could not have asked for a better younger brother. You have been there even when I didn’t know I needed you. Thank you for that.
Amita, the beautiful Amita. She is alone now. She is a strong woman. But she has had a hard time with my illness. She will need you my sweet brother.
Amita mentioned that you talked of the ancient law of brothers. How a brother became responsible for a widow and giving her a child. How, sometimes, a younger brother would take her for his own wife.
I don’t expect you to go that far, but you did promise her a child. I ask that you fulfill that promise and be with her until the child is at least one year old.

Anyway, I ask that you give Amita the child she deserves and give the child the best father/uncle you can.
Love you forever
Rajesh

It took Brijesh five minutes to regain his composure. After few phone calls to his hospital and several authorities Amita told Brijesh that Rajesh donated his body for medical students. They will come soon to take his dead body. After few more hours some men came with an ambulance and took Rajesh after giving some paper documents to Amita and Brijesh. After the nurse who was looking after Rajesh left the house Brijesh tried to find Amita.
He found Amita in the living room with a bag packed.

“Please, let me stay with you.”

“Okay, Bhabi.”
Amita reached for the doorknob.

“I don’t want to be here……I will became mad if I say here.”

The ride to Brijesh’s apartment was silent and awkward for him. He spent the last three weeks avoiding her. Now, Amita was in the car with him, going to his apartment.

Amita rested her left hand on the seat, palm up. Brijesh drove home holding that hand.

She tried to pull her baggage out of the car. It hung up on the spare tire and bumper jack. She pulled and tugged, getting frustrated. The bag popped open, spilling her things in the trunk. She started crying.

“Schuss, Amita. You have things upstairs. I can come back and get it later or in the morning.”Brijesh helped her upstairs. He got her a nightgown and robe she kept there.

“Take a shower. It’ll help you relax.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be right here, Bhabi.”Brijesh helped her strip to her bra and panties. He watched her enter the bathroom. She left the door open. He went to shut the door to give her at least token privacy.

“No don’t. Would you come in here and sit with me?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Bhabi.”

“I really don’t feel to steady, Brijesh.”

Brijesh agreed against his judgment.

He entered the room as she was stepping out of her panties. She had one hand on the wall for balance as she had one foot up. She reached around to unhook her bra. Brijesh had the fastener in his hand and undone before he knew what he was doing. She looked over her shoulder to give him a tired smile.

“Thanks.”

Amita turned on the water, holding her hand under the stream, waiting for it to get to her desired temperature. Looking at her back, Brijesh felt both pity and lust for her. She stepped into the shower leaving the door open a moment. This gave Brijesh a perfect profile of his nude Bhabi.

She stood under the water for four minutes by the bathroom clock. Amita then lathered her body. The act of rinsing off the soap seemed to wash away her strength. She started to fall.

“Brijesh!”

He flung the shower open and reached under her arms as she fell. Water splashed on the floor. Brijesh’s feet were slipping. He had to lay her down before he dropped her.

He used a folded towel for a pillow. Brijesh dried her body. The body he explored so intently the month before.

He tried to purge his mind of those memories. The more he tried, the more he looked at her and remembered.

Amita opened her eyes with a weak smile.

“Good catch.”

He helped her sit up to dry her back. He wiped up the floor so she could stand.

Brijesh took Amita to the bedroom. He helped her to the bed. He brought in her robe and nightgown from the bathroom.

“Call if you need me,” said Brijesh as he left the room.
Amita did need him. She just did not have the energy to tell him. She wanted him to touch her when she was on the floor. She wanted him to take her totally when he put her to bed. Tonight, she needed a man beside her, inside her more than any other time in her life. She was just too weak. She was asleep quickly.

Her desires brought her dreams of Rajesh. Her dream Rajesh came to her side. He took her tit into his mouth. Starting slowly, softly, he caressed it with his tongue and lips. He did this as his hand went to her bush and lightly brushed the hair. His actions were more of a tease than of seduction. The lightness of his touch made her crave more.

Gradually, he gave her more. The suckling became more forceful. His hand went deeper into the curly thatch that hid her gender.

It was a dream hand that touched the apex of her legs. But her mind, her memories of her Rajesh that gave her feeling.

She felt the hand touch her. She felt it fold back her flesh, exposing her to the man in her dream. She felt teeth pull and twist her nipple. But she was alone. It was only her mind.
She lost her breath when first one then another ethereal finger violated her. The speed of the in-out cycle of the fingers increased. Then it stopped.

Amita felt the non-existing fingers pull out. She looked. A phantom that resembled her Rajesh kneeled on the bed between her legs. She reached to him. Her dream Rajesh lay on her. She felt the pressure of his body on hers. She felt the pressure of his manhood enter her womanhood.

The eternal rhythm of life gave increased speed to the point where nature succumbs to pleasure.
Her memories of many sessions of lovemaking told her body that her Rajesh gave her sexual satisfaction. They told her he planted his seed to start the next generation.

Her body, though, searched for something, a penis, a finger, a hairbrush handle, to grab, to squeeze to feel in the grasp of her inner muscles. She was empty. Nothing was there.

Her vagina called her brain a liar. Her brain, her dreams, said her Rajesh was inside her. But nothing was there.

Amita woke, feeling the frustration and loneliness of being without her Rajesh ever more.

The sound of a TV set in the living room told that there was a man to help her. She just needed to sleep to regain her strength so she could go to Brijesh.

Amita regained her composure after the dream about her Rajesh. Her body still felt the effects of the empty orgasm she had. She needed satisfaction and intended to get it from Brijesh.
She ignored the nightgown and donned the robe.

She saw Brijesh was watching an old Hindi movie on Zee Movies. He was on the sofa.

She joined her late husband’s younger brother on the couch. She thought about how she wanted to get him to bed. She decided that the direct method was needed tonight. He had his chance for starting tonight’s action. He passed it up. Amita would now take command.

Amita laid her head in his lap. She saw movement as his cock lengthened. It started down the leg of his boxer shorts, the leg that went away from her. A slight nudge from her head shifted its reaction.

The tip poked free of the cloth. She sifted and kissed the end of the cock, licking the hole. She tasted the pre-cum that oozed.

Brijesh’s hand went under the robe to find bare flesh. He found two engorged cherry sized nipples, waiting to be picked. He wanted them in his mouth.

That was where Amita wanted them also. She rose from his lap. A slight shrug of her shoulders removed the robe. Amita stood before Brijesh shaking with desire. She straddled his hips.
He moved to take off his shorts. She shook her head no. She was not ready.

She held his face to her breasts, so he could have them, suck them, and enjoy the softness of them. He moved his hands for her clitoris but she stopped him. It was not his fingers she wanted in there.

She released his face. Lying back on his legs, she managed to raise her own legs over the back of the sofa. She pulled her pussy up to his chin, becoming a human bib.

Brijesh stopped her and pressed his face into her. He licked, chewed, and nuzzled her hot, wet tender flesh.

Amita looked up at Brijesh. The sight of her public hair making a beard for him made her laugh. She thought about how deliciously rough a two-day stubble of a beard would feel. Amita did not think of this for long.

Brijesh triggered an orgasm that made her tightened her thighs around his head. Amita did not notice until Brijesh stopped that he could not breathe.

She moved off his lap. Now, she removed his shorts. His cock sprung free. She knelt between his legs.

She started at his scrotum. She took long licks up the underside of his shaft. She got a steady flow of the clear pre-cum that she licked off when she reached the tip.

Amita explored her own inner self while licking Brijesh. She pushed herself to orgasm. It was all she could do to keep from taking him fully into her mouth, which she did not want.

She turned her back to Brijesh. She lowered herself onto his cock. It was like doing doggie style, but it went in deeper.

He held her close to his chest, using her tits as handles. She played with her clit and his balls, bringing them both closer to explosion. The she surprised Brijesh.

With a finger well lubed by her own juices, she probed into his rectum, searching for his prostate gland. This she massaged, triggering the most satisfying orgasm Brijesh ever had. She drained every drop of his cum into her. The pressure she put on the gland kept him hard, far longer than he thought possible.

Brijesh could no longer take the pleasure; it was starting to hurt. His system was empty. He pulled her off of his cock and out of his anus.

She was still on his lap, just not impaled by it. She leaned her back against his chest.

He felt his sperm drain from her. That would not do. He wanted her pregnant. Now, not for his dead brother, but because he wanted her and her child for himself.

He tried to plug her hole with his finger. When he inserted his finger, she had an orgasm. The muscle spasms sucked his precious fluids back up into her.

Amita holding her back tight against his chest, he turned them both long ways on the sofa.

He arranged the pillows under them. This was not easy to do. He had one arm around her so she would not roll off his chest. He had his other hand acting as a cork, so she would not drain. He finally had her hips elevated so gravity would help in fertilization.

Amita woke two hours later to the sound of Brijesh snoring in her ear. It was a comforting sound. It meant that she was not alone. Too many women learned too late about the loneliness of a silent bedroom. She knew that from all the quiet nights before she met Rajesh.

During Rajesh’s illness, she spent many more nights in a single bed. The needles and wires made it impossible for her to sleep with him. She could not face life in a silent bedroom again. That was why Rajesh bequeathed her to his brother.

It was so much like Rajesh. He could think about the happiness of the two most important people in his life after his death.

Amita returned to sleep. She woke the next morning with warmth in her belly and a kink in her neck.

She untangled herself from Brijesh and rolled cautiously off of him. She knelt next to the sofa. She stroked his forehead and teased his lips with hers. He opened his eyes and returned her smile.

“Good morning, lover,” she said.

These were the first words spoken since she fell in the shower.

“Hi,” he replied.

He pulled her face to his. Their lips met, as Amita attached their tongues. Their hands explored the other’s body. When he touched her clitoris, she pulled back and smiled.

“I need to finish that shower if we are going to make love again.”

Brijesh rejoiced at the thought of making love to her again so soon. Using a bed would be nice too.

Amita stopped at the doorway to the bedroom. She saw he was not following her.

“Hey, lover. I hate to shower alone.”

He got up and hurried after her. He got his lovemaking and she got her shower, all at the same time.

(THE END)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DONKEY DICK






"Mike!"

I stopped in my tracks and looked back to the door I had just passed, as some guy, mid thirties, about the same age as me, leant out.

"Mike," he repeated. "It is you isn't it Mike? Mike Davis?"

I stared at the guy for a moment or two, till recognition dawned.

Don," I replied in surprise. "Don Price! What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here for a couple of meetings Mike," he responded, grinning back at me. "I didn't know you worked here. Surprised you even got a job with all the beer you used to sink."

"No surprise there Don," I laughed along with him. "We haven't seen one another since we left university and that must have been twelve years ago or more."

"Thirteen," he confirmed. "I left the year before you."

With those silly grins on our faces that men put on when they meet old friends, we stepped towards one another and shook hands heartily.

"Look Don, I'm a bit tied up at the moment," I told him. "Got some meetings and things myself. Are you free for lunch? Maybe we could get together and talk about old times."

"Great," Don shot back at me. "Twelve thirty is that OK?"

"Fine with me," I confirmed happily, looking forward to chewing the cud with an old rugby and drinking partner. "Meet me in the lobby and we'll go out for a pie and a pint."

With that we gave each other the obligatory friendly punch on the shoulder, and he disappeared back into old man Parkinson, our head buyer's office, and I went on my way, wondering what product he was trying to sell our company, and why his name hadn't cropped up.

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Twelve thirty came and I found myself tied up with a group of other managers that I really didn't want to have to break up. I excused myself for a few moments and made my way down to the lobby where I soon spotted Don stood there waiting for me.

"Hey Don," I greeted him. "Sorry man, but I'm really tied up. Any chance we could meet up after work for a pint if you're not in too much of a hurry to get away?"

"No problem Mike. I'm staying over night anyway at the hotel opposite. I've got some specifications to sort out with some guy in your engineering department tomorrow morning."

"That'd be Tom King," I responded automatically. "He's a good engineer."

"Friend of yours?"

"Sort of," I admitted.

"Put a good word in for me perhaps Mike?" Don asked confidently. "This order is very important to us."

"I'll see what I can do Don," I promised him, remembering that Don was never one to miss out on an opportunity.

"I'll buy you dinner tonight if you want." Don offered a bit too quickly, making me wonder whether that was through old friendship or to get me on his side.

"I'll do better than that Don," I replied, not wanting to be too beholding to one of our potential suppliers. "Why don't you come round our place and I'll get Stacy to make us both dinners?"

"Stacy?" Don queried. "That your wife then?"

"Yes," I said to him with a smile
"Pretty?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

"See for yourself tonight Don," I grinned back at him, knowing full well that he wouldn't be disappointed.

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I rang Stacy to warn her that an old friend would be coming round, and that was when my problems started.

"Damn you Mike," she castigated me angrily. "You know I wanted you to take me to the theatre tonight."

"Sorry Stacy," I responded. "I forgot."

I had!

No, really, I had.

Trouble was that I really didn't want to go anyway, and Stacy knew that. We went through several rounds of accusations and apologies and I came out the loser. It was going to cost me --- Oh boy was it going to cost me, but at last Stacy agreed to put off the visit to the theatre and cook dinner for us. I even offered to take the three of us out to a restaurant, but she refused, saying she didn't want to be trapped the whole night with someone she didn't know, while we talked about our past drunken exploits all the time.

"At least I can go off to bed if and when I get bored," She ended her diatribe with.

"You won't get bored," I tried to assure her. "Don's a nice guy."

"Good looking?" Stacy queried absently.

"Yes I suppose so," I replied, happy that she was at least taking an interest.

"Maybe I'll take him off to bed with me then," she joked.

"Don't even think about it," I laughed back at her. "We'll see you later."

Seemed amusing at the time.

Odd that!

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The afternoon passed quickly enough and by ten past six, Don was following my car as I wound my way through the narrow streets of our town towards the apartment that I shared with Stacy.

He was not quite impressed as he saw my small apartment for the first time. But when Stacy came out of the kitchen to greet us he was surprised.

"Crikey Mike," Don uttered in surprise. "How come an ugly old bugger like you bagged a beautiful girl like this?"

I laughed, knowing that I wasn't at all ugly by most standards, and enjoying the look of embarrassed pleasure that his remark bought to Stacy's face.

Stacy was medium height, on the slim side with long dark hair and a remarkably pretty face. At twenty-seven, Stacy had been an actress since leaving college, though had always seemed to be on the edge of breaking through. Like so many others in her chosen profession, she had spent more time 'resting' than actually working. She'd done a bit of film work and a few parts in west end plays, but mainly, to her chagrin, she'd done TV adverts. It paid alright, though once or twice I had been a bit shocked at how little she had on, when she'd done lingerie adverts. She always did look good though.

But beautiful she was by any standards, and though she was well used to being told so, Don's words, I could see, had already warmed her to him. Perhaps the evening would go well after all.

We chatted and exchanged old memories of our time together, Stacy joining in as all three of us laughed as we recalled some of the antics we'd got up to as students. Eventually Stacy served up dinner and we sat down in out lounge together afterwards, us two men with a fine Cognac each, and Stacy with the last of the 2006 Sancerre.

Stacy was obviously pretty taken with Don, who I remembered as a bit of a womanizer in his younger days. Not that I hadn't been as well, but I grinned when I recalled the advantage that he'd always had over the rest of us.

"Funny being called Don again after all these years," he remarked when there was a lull in the conversation.

"What's your real name then?" demanded Stacy.

"Mark," I answered for him, not too sure if I wanted to go down this avenue. "But we all called him Don."

"Why's that then?" Stacy came back.

"We just did," I replied. "It was just a nickname."

"But why Don?" Stacy continued to press.

"We just did," I got in before Don could answer.

"But why?" Stacy demanded yet again, the booze making her a bit giggly. "Why Don if his name is Mark?"

"They called me Donk for the first few months and then that got shortened to Don," he explained rather unhelpfully.

"Donk?" Stacy squealed mirthfully, spilling her drink a little. "What sort of name is Donk?"

"Anyone want another drink?" I tried to divert the conversation, but Stacy was having none of it.

"Come on you two," she insisted. "Where did the name Donk come from?"

"It was just a nickname," I repeated.

"It came from Donkey," Don over-ruled me, smirking like an idiot, and knowing where this was going.

"Donkey? ---- Donkey?" My Stacy called out with a peel of laughter. "Where on earth did Donkey come from?"

"Shall I tell her Mike?" Don asked me with a smirk, knowing full well that he was going to anyway.

I simply gave a shrug, aware that there was no way out of it. Hoping that maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

"Donkey dick," Don told her, grinning from ear to ear. "It comes from Donkey dick."

"Donkey dick?" Stacy queried, a bit slow on the uptake. "Why donkey dick? I don't understand."

"That's the nickname they all first gave me when they saw me in the showers in our first week at University."

"But I still don't ....." Stacy started, then stopped and blushed deeply as she realized where the name had come from. "You mean that you're ..... Well, that you've got ......Well, you know."

"Got what exactly Stacy?" Don teased Stacy with. "What were you thinking of?"

"Well," she started again, trying to find the right words. "That you've got a big ... thingy."

"Why don't you say it Stacy," Don pushed her, my mild irritation turning to something a bit more painful.

"A big penis," giggled Stacy, putting her hand to her mouth.

"You can do better than that little lady," Don forced the issue, teasing my woman as if I wasn't even there.

"OK then Don," she blushed. "You've got a big cock."

"Yes I have," he agreed. "It's pretty big."

"How big?" Stacy demanded, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"Can we change the subject please?" I butted in, not liking for one moment the thought of my wife discussing the size of his wedding tackle with another guy.

"Don't be silly Mike," Stacy dismissed me without so much as a glance in my direction. "Come on Don, just how big is it?"

"Pretty big," he continued to taunt her.

"Yes but how big?" she chuckled at him, obviously enjoying the conversation, which was a damn site more than I was. "How many inches?"

"Never measured it Stacy," Don lied casually, his smirk giving the game away. "Bigger than Mike's though."

"No great problem there," Stacy giggled, before bursting out in peels of laughter.

"For Christ's sake Stacy," I appealed to her. "Shut up, can't you. This is damn embarrassing."

Actually I wasn't that small at all, so I knew it was only fun. But when confronted by what I knew from past experience what Don was packing, then it simply lost all its humor.

"Come on Don," Stacy carried on again, oblivious to my feelings. "How big is it really?"

"Not saying," Don cut her short, still teasing her.

"Please Don, please tell me."

"No," he replied. "I'm not telling."

"The guy I went out with before marrying Mike had an eight inch cock," Stacy shocked me with. "That always felt pretty huge."

"Who the hell was that?" I spat out angrily, but the pair of them ignored my outburst.

"Mine's bigger," the bastard led her on.

"How much bigger," she all but begged him.

"My natural modesty prevents me from telling you, I'm afraid," he continued to tease her with a grin, my insides boiling at the way the conversation was going.

"Show me then," Stacy then astonished me with. "Come on Don, show me."

"Maybe," he teased her to my annoyance, the pair of them still carrying on as if I wasn't present.

"Come on Don," Stacy insisted, moving over to sit next to him. "Get it out and let me look at it."

"For God's sake you two," I shouted quite loudly. "This has gone too far already. Pack it up will you?"

"See Don," Stacy scolded Don. "You've upset Mister Grumpy. Get it out right now, or I'll get it out myself."

"If you want," he dared her.

"I will," she threatened.

"You bloody well will not," I warned her, appalled at their behaviors.

"You show me yours and I'll show you mine," the rotten bastard challenged my wife, raising the stakes and sending my head spinning.

"Don't you dare Stacy," I retorted angrily, grabbing at her tight jeans to prevent her from what I feared she might just do, but alas, misjudging her intentions.

"How about my tits big boy," Stacy squealed breathlessly, grabbing the hem of her little t-shirt, and lifting it up and off in one fluid movement. I made to grab her, but Don nudged me, only gently, but caught me off balance and I went sprawling across the floor. Looking back up, I found myself too late to stop Stacy reaching behind her back and unsnapping her bra, which soon joined the T shirt on the floor, her small but full round breasts jutting out in all their naked glory for that bugger Don to admire.

"Come on Don," Stacy called out excitedly, her little tits bouncing around as she hopped from one foot to the other like an excited collegegirl. "Let's see it. Let's see how big it really is."

At that point I guess I could have done a number of things and slapping Stacy round the face or taking a swing at Don were among them.

But I didn't!

I simply lay there on the floor where I'd ended up, watching in disbelief as the events furled out in front of me. Wondering if the woman there in front of me was really the same lovely young girl that I'd recently married.
"Come and get it darling," Don ordered Stacy, as he undid his belt and slipped down the zip, only for Stacy, my Stacy, to launch herself on him and frantically grab inside his pants.

"Jesus," she cried out. "You weren't kidding. It's ....It's ..... I can hardly get my hand round it."

But she certainly did her best, freeing his monster cock and squatting there open mouthed in amazement, as she stared at it, inches from her, squeezing it and running her hand up and down.

"It's beautiful," she gasped. "It's twice the size of my husbands."

It wasn't of course, but who was splitting hairs at that point? I just continued to sit there, paralyzed by the chain of events that had overtaken me, and feeling that maybe I wanted to be sick.

Could things get worse?

Of course they could.

My stomach contracted in pain as I watched Stacy, almost in slow motion, as it were, lean forward and gently kiss the tip of his cock, her delicate little tongue darting out to give it a couple of licks.

Then, as he reached down to cup my wifes's bare breast for the first time, she slithered up over him, keeping a tight hold on his member, and kissed him hard on the lips.

Yuk!

Knowing where that mouth had just been, rather him than me!

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I'd had enough.

Leaving them to it, I staggered out of the room and out to the bathroom, where I dry heaved for some minutes, unable to bring anything up despite the dinner we'd just eaten. All I was left with was a bad taste in my mouth, a head that was still spinning, and a stomach that seemed to be alive and jerking, full of strange bodies and beyond my control.

After what seemed ages, but was probably only a few minutes, I forced myself reluctantly to go back and see what was happening, to find Don lying back and enjoying it, while Stacy, her jeans undone by then, sucked enthusiastically on his cock.

Well, I wouldn't be kissing her any time soon!

Then the lead weight inside me plunged to the depths when Don suddenly went rigid, grunted loudly, and a stream of obnoxious white cream spilled out from the corner of Stacy's mouth, and ran down her neck and onto those lovely bare breasts.

Time froze and the room spun as I watched my wife lick her lips and wipe the excess spunk from her mouth.

"Come on big boy," she gasped, grabbing his hand and pulling him upright. "Let's take this to the bedroom and do it properly."

It was only as she started to tug him towards the door, that she saw me standing there.

"Oh Mike," Stacy remarked in little more than a loud whisper, her eyes half glazed over. "You're still there .... I forgot .... I ..... Are you OK?"

"Do I look OK?" I growled back at her, feeling sick again at the spectacle of her tight pert tits that I loved to suck, all covered in another man's cum.

"I'm sorry Mike," she continued. "I sort of got carried away. I didn't mean to ....."

She didn't finish her sentence, but didn't let go of Don's hand either.

"How could you Stacy?" I demanded pathetically, lost for words. "How could you do this to me. To us?"

"It'll be OK Mike," She tried to assure me, a wild look of lust still on her beautiful face. "Can you just give Don and me half an hour or so please honey?"

"Half an hour?" I stuttered back, my spirit just about broken.

"Make it an hour please Mike," Stacy begged me, unfazed by my utter dejection. "Why don't you pop down the pub for an hour or so. We'll sort this all out later on when you come back."

"Don," I appealed in desperation to my old friend. "Don't do this to me Don. Please don't do this to me."

"I'm not the one to be asking Mike," he replied with a smile. "If your wife wants me to fuck her, then that's between you two."

"Stacy," I appealed to her, turning back to face her. "You can't go through with this. Is one fuck with him more important than our entire relationship?"

"Don't ask me that question Mike," Stacy answered shrilly, her face still a mask of lust. "Just go down the pub honey. Please go to the pub. I've got to do this, but I'll make it all up to you when you get back."

With that she brushed past me, pulling Don in her wake, making their way through to our bedroom.

"Better do as she says Mike," Don called back to me as I stood there in astonishment at how my comfortable life had changed in such a short time. "This could get very noisy, but I'll try not to spoil her too much for you."

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Fuck the pair of them!

I did go out, but not to the pub. I was in no mood to socialize with my pals down there and needed to be on my own. I decided to go for a drive to clear my head, but didn't take my company Audi, preferring instead to take my 1956 Jaguar XK140 sports car. As the C-Type, 3.4 liter, straight six engines rocketed me away down the road; I slowly felt the clouds lifting.

Not saying I was happy of course, but an old powerful classic like my Jaguar takes some concentration to be driven at speed, and that's exactly what I did. An hour and some eighty miles later (yes, I did break the speed limits), I decided I'd gone far enough. Taking the next major turn in the road, I drove back by another route but somewhat slower. By the time I'd got back into town and was approaching my place, my thoughts had cleared, and expecting Don to be gone by then, I realized that at the very least Stacy and I were going to have one hell of an argument. Whether we'd still be married at the end of it was looking pretty unlikely.

Then as I pulled into my still open garage where I kept the XK, I spotted Don's car sat there where he'd left it several hours ago.

Right ---- This argument could just get a bit physical!

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"Oh you're back," Stacy acknowledged me as she turned round from the fridge that she was pulling things out of. "Are you OK honey?"

"What do you care?" I grunted back at her, unable to not notice how beautiful she looked in the nude, despite everything.

"Oh come on Mike," Stacy went on, talking to me as if I was some errant child. "Don't be grumpy with me. It's not as if I am becoming a prostitute or something like that just for fucking Don Couple of times. It was such a wonderful experience for me to understand how a big cock like this feels when it gets inside."

"Good was it then?" I demanded, hoping that she'd dig an even bigger hole for herself.

"Not too bad Mike," she admitted uncertainly. "I've always wanted to try a really big one and Don's certainly got that, but he was a bit rough to be honest. Doesn't have a lot of finesse like you do."

"So he's going soon then is he?"

"Not yet Mike," she regally informed me. "I'm just getting us both a snack, as I've asked him to stay the night."

"And where am I supposed to sleep Stacy?" I asked, not having to point out to her that our apartment, though somewhat sumptuous, had only one bedroom.

"Oh Mike, I didn't think about that," Stacy replied with a look of genuine concern. "Can you sleep on the couch or something honey? It'll only be for one night only. I promise you will get your wife back tomorrow to do whatever you want to."
I was stunt to here her.
“Don’t look at me like that Mike. I will make it up to you tomorrow, I promise. You know how much I love you. Don’t you? I just want some fun with that amazing tool of his. Not more than that.”
I tried to respond but failed.
She continued “what we are doing is just fucking……..yes…. believe me…….its not love making or something like that……… so you don’t need to be so insecure”.
I simply shook my head, turned on my heels and headed back to the front door. I had other places where I could lay my head for the night and not necessarily on my own if I chose it.

"Don't act that childish Mike and don’t be so jealous. We are not teenagers…....if we really understand each other well, then we should not have any problem with this kind of harmless adult fun. " Stacy's words floated after me as I slammed the door behind me, but she didn't chase after me. Bit difficult when she had no clothes on I suppose.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MOM'S college PICNIC


(COPIED FROM A RECENTLY POSTED EXBII STORY. SLIGHTLY CHANGED)

Hi this is Rahul. I am studying in 11th. I live in Colaba Mumbai. I want to tell about an incident that happened exactly a year before in February. I was in 10th that time. I had just finished my exams on 23rd February and was enjoying a nice vacation till the results would be out. My mom is a college teacher for primary section of class 2nd. She is 35 years old, 5"4 in height, having a statistics of 34-30-36. She is whitish and has long silky hair till her ass. She always wears sleevless blouse with a low neck and chiffon sarees. She has a craze for those transparent sarees. At home she wears a sleeveless, semi transparent gown again with a low neck. When she serves food I can clearly see her boobs because she doesn’t wear a bra at home. At home just me, mom and dad live.
I know that most of my friends would come to my home after playing in the evening and ask for water and when my mom would come all will stare at her body. Even many neighbors would glance at her when she used to come from work or market.

It was 27th Feb last year and I was just enjoying the vacations after exam. My mother told that the teachers are all going for picnic to khandala and lonavala for a one day trip. My mom asked if I was
Interested in coming. She said if I don’t go with her, dad will not allow her go there. I told no to her since I knew that all uncles and aunties of her college will be there and I was not interested at all. But then my father told me that if I go with mom we both can go to Pune from there to my cousin’s place for vacation so I readily agreed. Then my mom asked me to pack my bag and take all I needed to eat at night. Then in the morning she woke me up at 5:30 and told me to take bath and come. I came and dressed quickly. I saw mom. She was wearing a light green colored chiffon saree and a sleeveless blouse. Today she had taken a hair bath and her hair was silky and so she left it loose. I could clearly see her black bra inside. Then we both caught a taxi and went to her college at 7.

There was a semi deluxe bus standing at the gate and I asked my mom how many teachers were there in all she said 25 female and 7 male teachers. Then all the teachers saw me and asked me how did I do in the exams how much will I get which college I wanted to join and which stream I liked and blah blah. Then the bus started at 7 30. Me and mom sat in the 2nd seat behind the driver. All the teachers were talking to one another. Then some teachers called me back and started speaking to me then I came forward to my seat after half an hour and I saw that mom was sitting with Sharma uncle and laughing with him. I went and sat behind them and was listening what they were talking. I couldn’t hear because it was all too noisy. Then I saw a mirror hanging on the separation wall between the driver and the first seat and it was tilted downwards. I could see that Sharma uncle was playing with my mom’s navel hole removing her saree slightly from her belly and she kept rubbing her hand on his thighs. Then all the teachers told that they will play antakshri.


I was not interested so I picked my video game and started playing. I was keeping a watch on both of them. After few minutes I saw that they both were standing last at the back and all teachers were singing and uncle was keeping his hands on my mom’s ass. He was rubbing it very slowly and feeling the softness of her huge flesh over there. Mom was enjoying it very much but she was careful also. So she requested him to stop. But Sharma uncle was not removing his hand. Mom then very careful tried to saw that if anybody watching them or not. Then she suddenly gave a quick squeeze on Sharma uncle’s balls over his pant. Sharma uncle jumped with this sudden attack and removed his hand from my mom’s ass. Mom smirked. No one watched it because mom did it very quickly with the blink of an eye.. I was very keenly watching it and I got a hard on. Then after 3 hours we reached Lonavala. Then we asked the driver to park the bus near the Bushi Dam waterfall. Although water was not flowing outside the lake was completely full with water.
All the teachers told that here down it’s very dangerous since it is deep but if we climb a little upward then there was a small pond where they could relax. Then after walking for half an hour we reached there. All the teachers jumped into the water and started splashing water on each other. Even my mom and uncle were inside the water and playing. I just hung around since I was not interested. Then after sometime my mom said she forgot the camera and told she will get it from the bus. Sharma uncle told that he will go with her. I slowly followed them to the bus. Then they met some other teacher on the way who went to get their cameras. I quickly went ahead them and sat inside the bus at the last seat. After 10 minutes my mom and Sharma uncle came inside the bus. All the windows were shutdown. Immediately both started kissing each other. Sharma uncle took my mom in his arms and started pressing her ass with one hand and her boobs with other. After few minutes of fierce kissing and biting they whispered something to each other. Then they both laid down on the floor of the bus. Her hair was set loose by him and he started to remove my mom’s pallu and after that he slowly removed her blouse. Then my mom removed her bra and I saw her totally naked boobs after a very long time.


It was damm big and white in color. Her nipples were big, uneven and black in color. He started sucking it. My mom started moaning loudly ... she said “UFFFF itna jor se mat choso ....mai pagol ho joungi. (don’t suck it to hard otherwise I will become mad). Sharma uncle then started kissing her naval and pressed her boobs with both the hands. This is the first time I was seeing my mother in this position. I never knew she had such a desire for other man. Later I came to know that mom and Sharma uncle was having an affair for almost 5 years and he was fucked her every chance he got. In the mean time Sharma uncle slid down my mom’s saree and went for the panty and slid it down till her knees and started licking her cunt. She started moaning more loudly and he started fingering her. They ware taking heavy risk because any one could come near the bus and listen to her moan. He then removed his shorts and he did not wear any inner wear. Sharma uncle then inserted his cock in her cunt and she moaned more now. She told “dheere se lagao na baba…… uuff dukh raha hai .....
but he didn’t listen to her and started banging her very hard. I thought he would not last long because he was fucking her very very hard. But I was amazed to see his energy. He was fucking her like an automatic machine. Mom moaned “aur nahin……..ab bas koro….. is bar tume or vi mouka milega” ...... but he was not listening to her request. He was in his seventh haven. Then mom used a trick to make him empty quickly. She started playing with his balls and some times pinched his balls hard .................within a minute he cummed in to her pussy. As soon as the fuck was over mom quickly sat on the floor of the bus and started wearing her dresses. Sharma uncle also followed her but he was not very satisfied with the fuck. He needed more. I watched my clock. They did it very quickly within 20 minutes of time. I understood that they did it before. Then they both got up and cleaned everything and went out. I then quietly followed them. Now I knew how she was.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MOM'S college PICNIC
Last Part

Then they both started clicking photos and then we ate there at the lake side and it was evening we came to a hotel and had some snacks and drinks. It was around 6 pm my mom told me that she has to go to her mother’s house and leave me there at Pune. Tomorrow she will take a bus from there and leave. Suddenly Sharma Uncle told us that it is not good going alone at this time. He said he will come with us. He told us that he will leave mom at Pune and will return to Mumbai taking a night service bus.



So we bid other teachers farewell and they went back to Mumbai. We took a lift in a taxi and got down at Pune S.T depot. Then it was already 8. My mom told that the house is near and asked Sharma uncle to come. Then we went to her mother’s house and only grandmom and grandfather were there at home. My mom introduced Sharma uncle to them and told they were collegues and they knew each other for a long time. She said he came to leave us here since it was not safe to go alone. Grandmother and Grandfather thanked him for his help and asked him to have dinner with us. We had Dinner at 9:15 and by 9: 45 he said that now he will go back to Mumbai. Then my mom said it’s late, and requested him to go in the morning with her. Even my grandparents also told him that it’s late and he should go in the morning.

They have a hall and a room in the ground floor and we have 2 rooms and a balcony in the upper floor. That night me and mom slept in one room and Sharma uncle in the other room. We went to bed at 11 pm after chatting for sometime with our grandparents. They asked me about how I did in my exams and what my plans ware after the exam. I told that I will go to my cousin’s place here at Pune the next day and stay with them for a week. Then mom ,Sharma uncle and my grandparents were talking while I watched some TV programs. I knew at night something was 2 happen.
After we went to our rooms mom locked the door. She then changed her saree and wore a sleeveless gown. I could clearly see her huge boobs because she dint wear a bra. After changing her dresses she went in to the attached bathroom and there she removed her panties. I pretended to fall asleep soon.


After 30 minutes or so, I heard a noise. I saw Mom opened the door and locked it from outside. Then I quickly got up and opened the balcony door. Both the rooms had a door which opened at the balcony side. So I went to the balcony. Then the window of their room was not closed because clothes were put there for drying on a string which was attached to the iron grill and so windows couldn’t be closed. The night lamp was on and I took cover behind the clothes.
My mom and Sharma uncle were kissing each other madly. He was sucking her lower lips and tongues and left her hair loose. After some noisy sucking and kissing Sharma uncle started pressing her boobs. Mom quickly removed her gown and now she was totally naked. My penis got erected at 90 degrees seeing her big boobs with erect nipples and her clean shaved pussy. I started stroking my dick. First I felt some guilt but I knew there was nothing wrong in it. Then Sharma uncle started sniffing her arm pits and her belly for enjoying her womanly smell. Then he started sucking her boobs while my mom fingered her cunt. Sharma uncle then lifted her and put her on the bed. Now I got a clearer view of everything. Again he started biting her boobs softly and kissing her nipples. Mom started moaning loudly now. He then started to kiss and suck her deep naval hole. Then Sharma uncle put her mouth on her mound. I understood he was now sucking her pussy to make her ready for his fuck. Mom moaned "ufff aaahhhhhhhh aur tez karo aur tez ....... mazzaa aaraha hai" ...... He then removed his shorts and he was totally naked now.



Then mom started stroking his cock and then he started fingering and kissing her pussy. It was all clean shaved. I think she might have done all preparations before. Then he sat on her chest and mom started sucking his cock. She took the entire cock in her mouth and started sucking it. He started to pre cum and she sucked everything. Then she started playing with the balls and pinched it and was teasing him. Sharma uncle then went near his bag and took out a pack of condom from the side pocket of the bag. He then wore that condom quickly and started penetrating his dick into her pussy. Within a minute he started pounding her mercilessly. He was thrusting her so hard that their bed was started giving sounds. They tried all the positions one by one. I was really amazed watching Sharma uncle’s stamina and staying power. Then they lied down in 69 positions and started sucking each others sex organs. Mom was sucking his cock and he was drinking her holy fluid.
Finally he made her lie in the doggie position and started to penetrate his cock into her ass.
It all went for more than 1 and half hours. Then they both laid down. I quickly went to my bed and started dreaming about my mom.
In the morning she and Sharma uncle left for Mumbai. I heard them planning that how they can stop to some resort in the way to spend some quality time alone and then go to Mumbai in the evening. That's all.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE CONTEST

PART1

Mark had been married to Denise for a full year now, and considered himself the luckiest guy in the world. Mark was short, chubby, and more then a little shy at times. Denise was almost the opposite. She was just as tall as him, but very skinny. She was also one of the most outgoing people that Mark had ever met.

The couple had their one year anniversary last night and had celebrated it on a yacht that Mark had rented. They wined, dined, and made love under the stars as the yacht made its way down the coast and back. Mark was very rich and always gave Denise whatever she wanted, which was usually a lot.

They had met at a charity event. It was a pool party at a mansion in Miami. The next weekend, Mark called Denise, and the two of them setup a dinner date. The pair dated for almost 6 moths before any serious sexual activity started up. When Mark first took out his penis, it was as if she had expected it to be small and didn't even seem to mind. She was easily able to deep throat his little penis, and with her lips that were made for blowjobs, he came in about 45 seconds. She didn't seem to mind about that either. She just positioned his head in between her legs and spent the rest of the night teaching him how to eat her pussy. With Denise's coaching, Mark became an expert in no time.

The first time they had sex was the highlight of Mark's life. She made him go slow, so he wouldn't cum so fast, and the two made love for a solid 6 minutes before Mark shot his load into her pussy. The next week, Mark proposed to Denise, who quickly accepted.

The engagement was like heaven to Mark. For the first time in his life, he was having consistent sex and was getting 3-4 blowjobs a week. Not only that, but he was the envy of all his friends, with his breathtaking fiancé.

A couple months after the wedding, much changed though. Denise started to be more controlling. Telling him how to decorate the house, what kinds of cars to drive, and where they would go on vacation. Not only that, but their sex life changed dramatically. They were only making love once a week and Denise refused to suck his penis, unless she really really wanted something. He was still making her cum with his mouth though, practically every night.

Still though, mark was so happy to be married to such a women, and always did whatever it took to make her happy too. Which is why, it was not even an option for Mark when Denise made her latest request, especially since she had spent all day in a bathing suit.

"Honey, you think it would be OK, if I invited a few of the couples over from the gym I go to. I think it would be a good way for us to meet some new couples," Denise asked, not even really listening to the answer.

"Sure baby, that sounds fun," Mark responded.

"Great, I'll set it up for this Friday," Denise declared, as she removed her top, teasing mark with her small breasts.

"Baby, lets make love," Mark said as soon as her breasts came out.

"I'm not really in the mood, maybe tomorrow," She said as she slowly began to rub lotion onto her breasts.

"But baby, I am so horny, and you have been walking around in your bathing suit all day," Mark begged.

Denise looked over at his sad little face, put on a t shirt and shorts, and sat next to mark.

"OK sweetie, I know we have never done this before, but why don't I give you a hand job," Denise offered.

Mark wasted no time in getting naked and laying back. Denise pumped her hand full of lotion, and began to quickly stroke Mark's small penis. Even though Denise was fully clothed and there had been no foreplay, Mark was ready to cum in about 30 seconds.

"Slow baby, I want to enjoy this," Mark said to his wife.

"If you want it to be slow, then do it yourself," Denise responded as she quickened her pace on Mark's penis.

"UHHHHHHHHH....AHHHHH....oohhhhhhhhh," Mark screamed as he shot load after load of cum onto his stomach.

"Wow, for such a little guy, he sure does shoot a lot," Denise said as she watched Marks penis fire its last shot.

It was the first time since the day they met that Denise had referred to his penis as being small or little. Mark knew he had a pretty small penis, but it still kind of hurt him to hear his wife describe it as that, and against his best judgment, he said something.

"Do you think my penis is too small, baby?" Mark asked.

"Oooo sweetie. You are the smallest guy I have ever been with, but yet I am the happiest I have ever been. So I wouldn't worry too much about penis size," Denise replied.

Mark's jaw dropped. He knew he was pretty small, but the smallest she had ever been with? Why didn't she seem more shocked when he first took it out? As he fall asleep, Mark came to the conclusion that he had an average penis and Denise had just been with a lot of bigger guys before him.

The next day things got a little more interesting. Denise was playing around on Mark's computer, looking for some new shoes she heard about, when she came across some of Mark's recently visited porn sites. She noticed that they all had one thing in common, big breasts.

Of coarse this bothered Denise, as she had pretty small breasts, nothing like the girls on these sites. It was the first time in her marriage that she thought it possible her husband would cheat on her, but Denise didn't even know how to bring it up, so she tried to forget about it for the time being.

Finally, Friday night came and the couples trickled in between 7 and 8 pm. The first couple was Dave and Jessica. Marks jaw dropped when Jessica came in. She was short and stacked. She had to have DD breasts and was wearing an extremely tight top. She had blonde hair, and seemed to be in fairly good shape, not as skinny as Denise, but still on the thinner side. David, looked to be Israeli, was about 6 feet tall with quite a belly and seemed to be balding worse then Mark.

Next was Erin and Luigi. When Erin walked in, Mark tired his best not to stare but he was in disbelief. Another one of Denise's friends had huge breasts. Mark wasn't sure if they were as big as Jessica's, but they were D's at the least. Erin had red hair and very pale skin, a little thicker then Jessica as well. She also had a fantastic ass. Luigi was about Mark's height, but thin as a rail, with not much muscle or fat anywhere on his body.

The last couple to arrive was Michelle and James. As if the first two girls weren't busty enough, Michelle also had very large tits, but from what Mark could tell they had to be fake. Michelle was just as skinny as Denise and only a bit taller. She had light brown hair and had the best face, other then Denise. With her large fake boobs, she was practically Mark's ideal girl. James was built like a brick house. Not very tall, but extremely muscular and extremely cut.

The couples all talked and drank wine for an hour or so. Mark talked a little bit with everyone there. During the party, he had no control over his eyes what so ever. He knew that at least one of the girls, if not all, had seem him starting at their large breasts. Mark was hard as rock, and knew relief was still far away.

Denise served dinner and the couples continued to talk and drink while eating. The group was going through the wine at an extremely fast pace and everyone there was showing signs of being drunk.

Eventually the topic of Michelle's boob job came up and she was more then happy to talk about it. She explained the process and how much she loved them.

"Denise, if you want, I can hook you up with my doctor, he's great," Michelle eventually said, catching everyone a little off guard.

"Oh, no thank you, I really don't think that's necessary," Denise responded, coming off as little upset. After finding the sites on Mark's computer and then seeing the way Mark stared at all the girls, Denise was becoming a little sick of "Big Breasts."

"Sweetie, I didn't mean to offend you. It's no big deal, you are gorgeous, just you would be even more gorgeous if you had some D's on top of that tight little stomach. Don't you think so Mark?" Michelle said.

"Yeah," Mark responded. He was so drunk and horny, he didn't really think about his response before answering. He just pictured Denise with D cups.

"O really? Well how about this, I'll get a boob job, if you get a dick job," Denise blurted out, instantly silencing the crowd.

Mark's face turned red. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. He was so drunk, he could barely think, but he had to save face.

"O please, my dick is not small, it's average, and..." Mark started to say.

"AVERAGE? You got to be kidding me. I would be willing to bet anything you want that not only do you have the shortest and thinnest dick here, but you cum the fastest too," Denise screamed out in anger.

Mark's embarrassment grew even more. He didn't even know what to say. He was at a loss for words, and Denise looked pissed.

"I have an idea," said Erin. "Why don't you guys actually bet on this? I mean were all adults. Let's measure the guys and you two can settle your bet," Erin finished, slurring half the words as she said it.

"Wait, what are we talking about here?" David quickly spoke up.

Mark was happy to see that David was worried too, because despite all the talk, Mark was nervous he was wrong.

"Well have three categories, length, thickness, and staying power," Erin spoke up over the others. "The winner of each category will get a prize, along with whatever bet Mark and Denise want to put on weather Mark will get swept or not," She finished.

Denise was finally realizing what was going on and she began to try to stop this madness. "Guys, this is stupid..." She began.

"Why is it stupid?" Mark cut her off. "Because you think I will lose? Well the only thing stupid would be having a big breast contest, because you would obviously lose that one!" Mark yelled. He was losing control of the situation.

This instantly set Denise back on fire, she was going to show her husband that her breasts were less of an issue then his penis.

"OK pencil dick. Here's the bet: If you win even one category then I will get a boob job, you pick the size, and I will suck your dick every day for the next 2 months, but If you lose all three categories, then you will wear a strap on while you fuck me for the next 2 months. I could use an orgasm during sex...FOR ONCE!" Denise said to Mark and the group.

"FINE!" Mark yelled. He was with a tall fat dude, a small skinny guy, and a third guy who was obviously over compensating for something. No way he would lose all three.

"Well that settles the bet, but what about the winners of each category? It's not just about you two," Erin butted back in.

"I got an idea," Jessica chimed in. "As long as you guys are as adventurous as you seem."

"In each round, there will be a loser and a winner," Jessica began. "The winner will get a blowjob from the loser's wife," She went on to explain.

Mark started to immediately realize what was going on. He was bound to lose one of the categories and his wife was going to have to blow one of these guys here. His only hope was that he could win one of the categories and get a blowjob of his own from one of these three busty women.

"We will pair up, no couples allowed, and the women will get their partner's penis hard, measure his length, width, and finally jerk him off," Jessica started back up with the rules again.

They paired off and of coarse Michelle got Mark and so James was with Denise. Luigi was with Jessica, and David was with Erin.

"OK guys, its time to show us what you got," Jessica cheered, as she handed out the tape measures.

One by one the girls took off the guy's pants and underwear, to reveal what they had packing. First was Erin. She dropped to her knees and pulled down David's pants, his dick was very soft, just a turtle head, but looked very thick. Mark was so excited to see that David's penis was shorter then his, well soft anyway.

Next Denise got on her knees and quickly slid down James's pants, and out popped a huge cock, already hard as steal. It had to be 8 and a half inches, and thick too. The only good sign here was that James was already rock hard, and dripping pre cum. He had to be a quick shot.

Denise just stared at the large dick, only inches from her face, mouth open. She had forgotten how nice a big dick looked. All she could think about was how badly she wanted to suck the large cock bouncing up and down in her face.

Third, Michelle pulled down Mark's pants, exposing his little penis. He was semi hard, but appeared to be soft and rather large. Mark and Denise both knew that this was misleading, because Mark didn't grow at all from semi hard to full mast. The others were not aware of this though and James even seemed to be a little upset.

Finally Jessica grabbed Luigi's pants and tugged them to the ground. Lee's dick also looked to be semi hard, but he was much longer and thinner then Mark. Mark got excited to see that Lee's penis appeared to be thinner then his.

"OK girls, it's time to do length," said Jessica, still leading the show. "Get those dicks hard," she said next.

Michelle squirted some lube into her hand and began to stroke Mark's penis. Mark moaned out in pleasure and almost lost his load right there. He cleared his mind and let Michelle bring him to full length. Meanwhile, he could not keep his eyes off of Denise and the big cock she had in her hands. James was already hard, but Denise was just holding it, feeling its size in her little hands.

"Well, your balls are turning blue, and I don't think you are going to get any bigger. You must be a shower, not a grower," Michelle laughed.

She brought the measuring tape to his penis and pulled it all the way out. 5 2/8 inches it read. Mark knew he must have been nervous, he had measure himself at almost 6 inches before. He immediately got nervous and looked around. James was easily longer then him, as was Lee, who's penis now appeared to be much longer and thicker then at first, probably close to 9 inches. He couldn't see what the ruler said, but David's penis looked to be just as short as his. It was going to be close.

Jessica got the girls together and wrote down the results.

"In first, with a long cock of 8 5/8 inches, my partner, Luigi!," Jessica announced to the crowd. "Coming in second with a long cock of 8 and 2/8 inches, James!. Coming in last, the mans wife who will be blowing Luigi later tonight...MARK with a length of 5 inches," Jessica finished the results.

What the hell, Mark thought to himself. Michelle shorted him 2/8 an inch. He was to ashamed to say something though, and the crowd's laughter made him want to crawl into a hole.

"Now make sure the dicks are still hard and then measure girth," Jessica announced.

Mark was still as hard as possible, but Michelle pumped more lube into her hand and jerked Mark's penis. Mark wanted to stop her, but it felt so good, he was powerless. Mark also noticed that Michelle had unbuttoned 2 of her buttons on her shirt, showing off a serious amount of cleavage. Michelle made sure to lean the right way, so mark could see down her shirt. Her fake breasts looked spectacular. Mark was on the edge, he would do anything to grab her tits and fuck them, then she stopped.

He looked around and saw that all the other girls were finished measuring and they were all waiting on him. Michelle quickly measured and wrote down his girth of 3.9 inches.

"The winner of the girth contest is James, with a thick cock of 5.5 inches. Coming in second is David with a thick dick of 5.2 inches. Coming in last, and the mans wife who will be blowing James later...MARK with a penis girth of 3.75 inches," Jessica announced as the crowd once again erupted in laughter. Mark was beginning to be the joke of the party.

Denise had the biggest smile on her face ever. She loved what was going on. It was turning her on so much to see Mark humiliated. More importantly, she was right about his lack of size, maybe now he would appreciate what he had more.

"Ladies, it is time for the third and final contest. Staying power. Each girl will Jerk their partner's dick as fast as possible, with the only goal being to get their partner off. The girl will stand behind the guy and reach around for the hand job," Jessica announced the instructions.

The girls went and got into position. Michelle reached around and grabbed Mark's penis. While she did she whispered into his ear, "I am going to make you cum so fast that you won't feel your wife's pussy for the next 2 months."
"On your mark, get set, go," Jessica chanted out.

Michelle's hand felt incredible on Mark's dick and she wasted no time in jerking him off as fast as possible. He was getting close after only 20 seconds. Mark knew his only chance was James, who was leaking from the moment they started.

He looked over at James and Denise. Denise was barely even rubbing his dick. It was as if she was trying to stop him from cuming. He looked around further and saw that the other 2 girls were jerking away extremely fast, but neither guy seemed anywhere near finishing? Mark couldn't even speak, the pleasure was so much, he knew was going to shoot any second.

"Come on little dick, shoot your stuff for me," Michelle whispered into his ear.

That was enough for him as he screamed out in pleasure while his little dick shot it's seed all over the floor.

As Mark shot his third and forth rocket of sperm onto the floor in front of them, the rest of the group broke out into hysterical laughter and applause. Not only did Mark lose the bet with Denise, and was now going to have to fuck her with a strap on everyday for 2 months, but his wife was going to have to blow every guy there.

The rest of the girls stopped jerking their partner's dicks and the group agreed that since Luigi and James had already won a blowjob from Denise, David should get the last one.

"Guys, come on...we all had fun...there is no need to go through with any of this...,"

"Oh bullshit," screamed James. "You made a bet, and I've seen the way you have been eyeing Michelle's tits all night. You would titty fuck her right now, if shed let you. Your wife is going to suck my fat dick, weather you like it or not," James continued.

Mark just looked around and fought off the urge to cry. There were three hard penises in front of him, all bigger then his, and all waiting to be sucked off by his gorgeous wife. He looked down at his now fully soft baby dick, and the puddle of cum at his feet, he was mortified. Not to mention that the wives kept staring at him and laughing.

"Ok Denise, enough fucking around, I am horny as hell and need to cum," James spoke up again.

Denise knelt in front of James and took his large penis into her hands. She looked over at Mark, laughed, and put the head of the cock into her mouth. She went right to work, sucking it like a pro. Mark had no idea she was capable of that.

"OOOOOO yeahh...suck...o my good...," James said.

It had appeared that the whole scene had put James right on the edge and after only 20 seconds of her expert sucking, he pulled his dick out and jerked his spunk all over Denise's shirt. Mark began to think that he could have beat James if Denise had tried.

"Ewwww," Denise shouted as she took off her shirt, exposing her small but perky bra clad breasts. Denise hated cum.

Dave wasted no time in taking James spot and forcing Denise back to her knees.

Denise took his short fat dick into her mouth and sucked away again. Dave seemed to have much more stamina, as 10 minutes had passed and he was just now getting close. At one point, he made eye contact with Mark, petted Denise's head, and laughed.

"Suck my dick bitch, make me cum," he encouraged her, as he reached down and squeezed her tits through her bra.

Mark felt so sick to his stomach it hurt to watch, but for some reason he had to. His penis had returned to full hardness during the show, but thank god no one noticed.

"Awwwww, I'm cuming," Dave screamed as he too pulled out his dick and began shooting his load all over Denise's tits. "What the fuck is it with you guys cuming on my tits?" Denise complained as she removed her bra. She was now kneeling totally topless as Luigi walked over, ready for his blowjob.

During the first two shows, the girls just kept drinking and laughing as Mark's wife took care of their men. They didn't seem too happy with Denise being topless. Erin even seemed a little upset at the fact that her husband was about to get a topless blowjob from another women.

"You like big tits, don't you baby dick," Erin said to him as she walked up to Mark and his fully erect 5 inch boner.

Denise saw this and immediately inhaled Luigi's long cock. She sucked like a girl on a mission. Luigi barely knew what to do as the immense pleasure overcame his body.

Meanwhile Erin had taken off her top and stood next to Mark in only her tiny bra, encasing her huge natural breasts. She was stroking Mark's little dick, whispering into his ear.

"It would be so hot to see your little penis disappear between my huge tits, don't you think," Erin said. It's a shame you have to go home to those little A cups, that couldn't even form a valley to tit fuck," She continued as she reached behind to unhook her bra, but in her drunk state she was having a problem. Mark was standing there, holding his breath, waiting for the bra to fall to the floor.

Denise was determined to finish before Mark got a chance to hook up with Erin. She was right, and Mark was not going to get to benefit from it at all. She pulled Lee's dick out of her mouth, and jerked it as fast as she could. Moments later Lee exploded all over Denise's now bare breasts, moaning the entire time.

"Got it," Erin said, as she began to remove her bra.

Just as the bra began to come off, Denise walked up and snapped it back on. Mark's heart dropped and the worst night of his life just kept getting worse.

"I think it's time for everyone to go," Denise said, covered in cum.

The group filed out of the house, drunk, tired, and in various amounts of clothing.

"Let me know if you need a big dick some time Denise," James screamed as the door closed.

The couple looked at each other. Mark, not wearing any pants, sporting a full boner. Denise, topless, her tits covered in another man's cum. The two tried to find something to say to each other.

Finally, Denise spoke up. "You stay in the guest room tonight, I'll buy the strap on tomorrow. Goodnight babe," she said as she leaned in to give Mark a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then she disappeared into their room.

Mark stood there with his head down, some of Luigi's cum was on his shirt. It now fully dawned on him that their relationship would never be the same.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE CONTEST

LAST PART

Over the next two days, Mark and Denise barely said a word to each other. They were both, mad, and embarrassed, and a little confused. Despite being completely humiliated that night, Mark found himself constantly jerking off to the thoughts that played out during and after the contests. He was also fantasizing about Erin a lot, and fucking her huge breasts. Mark's plan was to just wait and see what Denise said. Mark assumed the longer they didn't talk, the better the chance she would forget about the strap on.

Denise on the other hand didn't really know what to do about the situation. She was so drunk and angry that night, that her emotions kind of got the best of her. She sort of regretted it and wanted to call off the bet with Mark. At the same time though, sucking on those huge penises really made Denise miss having a larger dick, and made her wonder what the strap on would feel like. Plus, she was sure mark would have made her get the boob job, and one hundred percent would have taken all those blow jobs. It wasn't until three days after the bet that Denise finally decided what to do.

"I say, make him do it," Michelle said. "I even have a hollowed out strap on you could use, you will absolutely love it," she went on.

The two girls were at the gym, working out, while discussing Denise's dilemma. The entire hour Michelle made it her goal to get Denise to try the strap on, but Denise would never completely agree or disagree. Finally, when Michelle dropped Denise off at home, she grabbed the large plastic penis from her back seat and gave it to Denise.

"Just in case you decide to try it," Michelle said, smiling ear to ear.

"Wow, it's so life like, the color, the veins...where did you get this?" Denise asked, entranced by the feel of it in her hands.

"You can thank me later," Michelle said as she drove away.

Denise walked towards the door with the huge dick in her hands. She knew right then and there, she had to have that thing inside her.

That night Denise got all dressed up in a sexy, little, red, two piece lingerie set and went to the guestroom Mark was staying in.

She walked in and right away started kissing him. Mark was so happy, his wife had come to him the best way imaginable. He assumed this meant that he wouldn't have to pay his part of the bet. The couple made out, dry humped, and felt each other up for 20 minutes before they were both naked. Denise then took Mark and led him into their room. They continued to kiss and caress each other until Denise pushed Mark down onto his back and began to slowly suck Mark's penis.

"Oh baby...I can't take much more," Mark said after only about 2 minutes.

"Ok, I guess you should fuck me then, are you ready?" Denise asked, as she continued to toy with his penis.

"OK! You don't have to tell me twice," Mark replied as he got up to mount his beautiful wife.

If she wasn't sure before, she was sure now. Mark hopping up with his little penis bobbing up and down. She had never fully realized how small his penis was. It wasn't just that it was short, it was thin too. It seemed so much less exciting then the big plastic dick she had in her hands earlier. Mark's penis looked almost cute at the moment.

"Wait...first put this on," Denise said as she reached under the bed and grabbed the strap on cock that Michelle had given her,

"What??," Mark said. His whole body tingled in horror. She was really going to make him do it. Mark was stunned, not only at her going through with it, but the size and realness of the strap on was amazing. It looked to be almost 9 inches, thick, and veiny.

"Listen, if you want to cum tonight, put on the cock and fuck me. A deal is a deal," Denise said.

Mark didn't protest anymore. Instead he went over to the plastic cock and slid his little penis into the opening, and strapped it on to his body. It was actually a little snug in there, and the feeling of the massive rod coming off his body felt great. Mark lubed up the cock and slid it into his beautiful woman.

"OHHHHHHH, what a feeling!," Denise screamed out right away.

Mark just sat in her. He literally had no feeling at all. He was as humiliated as he had ever been.

"Don't just sit there baby. Fuck me!," Denise said.

Mark snapped out of it and began to fuck his wife with the huge fake cock. He pumped his hips in and out as fast as he could. Mark had never fucked so hard before, his real penis would never be able to take this much friction.

"Fu...uhh..uuh...kkk Mee ee.....Fu...uhh...uhh...kkk Mee ee," was all Denise could really say, in between thrusts. It had been over 4 years since she had a cock even 7 inches inside her, and that was nowhere near this thick. She had forgotten what it felt to be really filled and really fucked.

Finally after 25 minutes, 4 different positions, and 2 orgasms from Denise, the two stopped. Mark took off the strap on, but his dick was still hard as a rock. He positioned himself in front of Denises's pussy, ready to have his turn.

Denise, however, was dripping wet in sweat, her whole body was in a euphoric state, and she wanted nothing to do with Mark's tiny penis at the moment.

Mark thrusted forward, aiming for her pussy, but right at the last second Denise put her hands in front of the promise land and Mark was blocked from entering.

"I'm too worn out. Jerk off on my ass. Just make sure to clean it up after," Denise said as she rolled over and began to fall asleep.

Mark was too horny and embarrassed to argue. He took his small penis in his hand and jerked. Less then a minute later he felt the feeling approach and shot his load onto his wife's spectacular ass. He then took a towel and started wiping the cum off of her. This was going to be a long two month's for Mark.

Over the next three or four weeks, their relationship was great. They were a normal happy couple, except at night, Mark would slip on a huge plastic cock and fuck his wife silly. Denise began asking Mark to fuck her with the strap on more then once a day, and now it was up to 3 or 4 times a day. Mark didn't need anytime to recover and he could even put his soft penis inside it and fuck her just as good. Denise couldn't get enough of that huge thing inside her.

Mark on the other hand was barely getting any action at all. Denise had the 9 inch strap on and didn't have much need for Mark's 5 inch boner. He would end up jerking off on his wife, or stroking it in the shower while imagining he was fucking Erin's tits. He decided he had to fuck his wife with his dick, soon.

The next night, Mark was busy pounding his wife with a mold of a stranger's cock, planning out a way to slip his dick in when she wasn't paying attention. 20 minutes later, she collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes.

"Go jerk it in the bathroom baby. Stoke it nice and good for me." she said as she saw Mark's hard dick emerge from under the strap on.

"OK," Mark replied and acted as if he was going into the bathroom.

Mark waited till it seemed like she was totally unaware of him and then he snuck up so he was positioned in between her legs. Without hesitating, he quickly shoved his hard dick into her freshly fucked pussy. He slid in with almost no resistance.

"What are you doing" Denise shot up quickly as he pounded away at her loose vagina

"I'm fucking you, you're my wife," Mark said.

Denise smiled and laid back down. She just laughingly mumbled, "Whatever."

Mark realized his penis must of felt like a finger to her, after that beast of a fake cock had fucked her for a month straight. She made no reaction to him fucking her. It was as if she could easily take a nap as he fucked her as hard as he could. The only positive was that this was as long as he had ever lasted.

Finally, after 10 minutes of fucking her he started moaning and shot his load inside her, and then he fell down on her. His body pressing against hers, his small dick shriveling up inside her vagina.

"You can fuck me whenever you want from now on," Denise whispered into Mark's ear. "Just as long as you fuck me with the strap on first, and you eat me out afterwards," she said.

Then she turned them over so she was on top of him and slid up so her pussy was right over his mouth. Then she dropped down, so she was literally straddling his face. Right as she buried his face in her pussy, she decided to share Saturday's plans with him.

"James and Michelle are coming over; we are going to have a Bar- B- Q and go in the hot tub. I'm sure you'll be excited, you'll get to see Michelle in a bikini," she said. Mark was not excited though, he wanted nothing to do with cocky, big dick James, coming over his house.

Denise then rid Mark's face as he sucked her clit and pussy for 20 minutes. She got 2 orgasms, he got a creampie.



"Guess who's hereeeeee," James said loudly as he entered the house.

It was Saturday afternoon already and James and Michelle had arrived. James was wearing a tight grey T-shirt, showing off his huge toned arms. Michelle was right behind him, wearing tiny little shorts and a tank top over her bikini. Mark drooled as he felt her large bust press up against his chest as they hugged hello.

He was so distracted by her bulging chest that he almost didn't notice the way James molested his wife's ass as they hugged. What's worse, she just laughed it off, like it was no big deal.

The 4 of them ate, drank, and talked for a couple hours. It was very casual and friendly, Mark was surprised at how nice James was being. They all had been drinking a lot though, and Mark knew that could lead to some compromising situations. As if on cue, Denise announced, "Let's all get in the hot tub!"

She then dropped her sarong and took off her t shirt. Mark's jaw dropped. Her bikini was so tiny, it just covered up her nipples. Her thong was even smaller, you could see her entire ass. She did look amazing though.

James dropped his shorts and you could tell Denise's body had an effect on him. His tiny spedo was already clung to his large semi erect penis. Michelle was next as she took off her tiny shorts and tank top. Her bikini was far less revealing then Jason would have hoped. It barely showed any cleavage at all. Michelle smiled at Jason, as if knowing this would frustrate him. Mark was already in his baggy bathing suit so he simply removed his shirt and the 4 of them got in the hot tub.

The talk had quited down and they were all enjoying the warmness of the heating water, when James dropped the bomb that changed the couple’s relationship forever.

"So how does it feel to be fucking your wife with my dick?" James asked. "I mean I am sure she's been enjoying it, after your little guy."

"What? What the fuck are you talking about?" Mark asked, confused as to what was going on.

"Oh wait, you guys don't know? You have to be kidding me," James started laughing hysterically.

"What is he talking about Michelle?" Denise asked.

"Ha...o well, um, that strap on I gave you, it was molded from his dick. He used it to fuck me while he was out of commission after the surgery," Michelle responded, almost laughing at the situation.

"Yeahhhh, so basically, you have been fucking your wife with my dick for the last 5 weeks," James teased Mark.

James and Michelle each had a huge smile on their face. Mark and Denise were both so confused and drunk they didn't know what to say. The conversation eventually started up again with no talk of penis size or sex at all. Slowly though it seemed as if Mark and Michelle had moved closer together, while Denise and James were almost right next to each other.

Another bottle of wine down and Michelle was straddling Mark, with her huge covered breasts right in his face, his rock hard dick grinding up against her.

Denise was also sitting on Jame's lap, but her back was facing James. Mark pulled his eyes away from Michelle to see James taking off Denise's top. Her beautiful B cups were now on full display. Only for a second though as James immediately took both hands and started mauling Denise's tits.

Denise then spoke up "If I am going to have my clothes off, then everyone needs too have theirs off also."

She then stood up and took off her little thong, her gorgeous ass looked even better then normal. James followed right away and took of his speedo. As he did, his monster 8 and a half inch penis, sprung free. It was rock hard and almost mesmerizing. Then both their eyes turned to Michelle and Mark.

Mark didn't really think, and wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible, he dropped his bathing suit to reveal his proud 5 inch boner. Mark's penis looked so think and childish next to James' large cock. Michelle stifled a laugh and then sunk down below the water so only her head was showing. Then slid her bathing suit off her body and tossed it out of the tub. Finally she sat back down on the seat, so only the top of her breasts were showing.

Mark could not believe that after all this, he still hadn't gotten to see Michelle's huge breasts. He felt so inferior next to James, he was losing all control of the situation. James then sat down on the edge of the hot tub, only his calves were below under the water. Mark followed his lead and did the same on the opposite side of the tub.

Mark couldn't believe what was going on. Were they really going to swap? Mark didn't even know if he wanted to. When he looked over at Denise and James, they were heavily making out, both of her hands were wrapped around his huge meat.

"Hey, what's going on...Denise!," Mark shouted.

Michelle did the only thing she could to shut him up. She leaned over and took Mark's rock hard penis into her mouth. She swallowed all 5 inches, down to the base. Mark was speechless. His head fell back and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Her mouth flew up and down his little penis. It was as if she was in a contest to get him off as quickly as possible. It was working, as after about 45 seconds, Mark's whole body exploded and he came, at first in her mouth, but quickly she grabbed the small meat and jerked him off into the water.

When Mark finally recovered, he looked over and saw his beautiful Denise riding James like he was a bull. His huge cock plowed in and out of her as she screamed out in pleasure. Mark had cum due to Michelle's blow job, and now had to sit next to a Michelle and quietly watch as a bigger man fucked his wife. To make matters worse, Michelle grabbed a towel from the ledge and covered up her breasts and ass. She spread her legs though, to show Mark her pussy. She then grabbed Mark's head and shoved in between her legs. She learned from Denise that how good Mark is in that job.

"I'm not going to be the only one not to cum tonight," Denise said, as Mark went to work on her clit and pussy.

Mark sucked and licked. Michelle came over and over again, but would not stop pressing down on his head. He could hear James and Denise still fucking in the background, switching positions, sucking each other off as well.
‘Thop’ ‘Thop’ ‘Thop’ their fucking sounds continued.

"Ohhh my God, fuck me with that cock, that fucking huge cocccckkkkkkk," Denise sounded as if she was in heaven, even more into it then when Mark used the strap on.

Finally, what seemed like 30 minutes later, James started moaning, "I'm gonna cum, show me your tits baby."

At that exact moment Michelle let go of Mark's head and he looked up to see Jame's jerking off all over his wife's sweaty tits. Shot after shot of his load, landing on her breasts and neck. As if to properly cap the night, Denise cleaned James off, sucking and licking his long soft dick for another 45 seconds. Finally everyone got dressed, and the couple left Mark and Denise alone.

Denise was still drunk and horny as ever though. "Baby, those orgasms were great, but now I want an orgasm from you sucking on my pussy," Denise said to him.

She then proceeded to push him down on the bed and climb onto his face. Mark sucked on her freshly fucked pussy for 15 minutes before she moaned out in pleasure and fell asleep next to him. As he looked over at his beautiful wife, with another man's cum still all over her breasts, he could not help but to think how a contest took things out of their control.
(FINISH)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE'S LOVER



I love watching my beautiful wife getting ready for a night on the town. Susan has a sexy body that she works hard to maintain by jogging regularly. Every day when I wake up and look over to find her next to me I'm reminded that I'm the luckiest man in the world.

My wife is about a foot shorter than me, which she loves because the guy she dated before me was exactly her height. With me she can wear the tallest stilettos she can find and I always encourage her to find her inner slut. I've gotten her to "flash" a couple times while we were on vacation and since she had fun showing off her charms, maybe she will be open for some more erotic experiences in the near future. Susan has a perfect body but she is self-conscious about the expressiveness of her breasts. She's is always worried that her nipples will come alive so, at times, she dresses a little too conservatively for me.

Susan called me at work this afternoon and asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner. She said that she had a surprise for me and, in exchange, I wanted to make the night special for her, so I made reservations at her favorite restaurant that overlooks the water. One of the things that I enjoy when we go out for dinner is that we don't have to worry about cooking or cleaning the dishes. We can sit back and relax.

After her phone call, needless to say, the rest of my work day was torture; the only thought in my head was to get home to my sexy wife and find out about my surprise. Once I was finished with what needed to get done at the office, I raced home to my hot wife. When I noticed what Susan was wearing, I knew that the night would end on a good note. She had decided to wear her favorite "LBD" with Come-Fuck-Me pumps.

As soon as I entered the bedroom, Susan turned to me and said, "There you are, I'm ready to go."

Dinner was great but we had both expected it would be since this was one of our favorite restaurants. Since it was Friday night, Susan enjoyed a couple glasses of wine but I wasn't sure why. Normally, she only has one glass with a meal but this night she had three.

The evening seemed to pass much too quickly although, sadly, I really didn't want our date night to end. On the other hand, I really wanted to take my hot wife home and make love to her. Something in her body language told me that she wasn't ready to leave just yet, but I wasn't sure if she wanted to go out dancing either. Her actions were confusing me. She ordered some coffee as I tried to read her mind. Before our coffee came, Susan gave me that look; the one says she has something big to get off her chest. I wasn't sure what she was about to tell me but I could tell by her body language it was big.

"I met a guy at work. His name is Mike. He is extremely good looking and sexy. We got attracted to each other like a magnet. For the last 3 months he is taking me to his apartment after work and fucking my brains out with his large cock" She said while looking down at the table.

Here it was: she was about to tell me she was leaving me for another man or worse, that she'd been in love with someone else for the last three months.

Susan reached out and put her hand on my arm, "I think he would be a great guy for you."

I really wasn't sure how to take that or what she meant by that. So I had to ask, "Excuse me?" I gave her a puzzled look. "What does that mean?

Susan smiled, giving me that naughty smirk, "What is that? You thought that Mike was my lover? Come on honey, we are just fucking each other, that’s it……..nothing more than that."

Susan reached over and squeezed my cock. "What do we have here? Hummmmm….a stiff cock" She moaned, "Maybe he should be my lover. I'll have to remember this." She gave me an extra squeeze.

With Susan's hand firmly around my hard cock, I noticed a good looking man walking towards our table. It took Susan a few seconds to notice him and, when she did, Susan immediately stood up and gave him a warm hug. She turned to me. "Jim, this is the guy I wanted you to meet."

I wasn't really able to stand and played it off as the table being awkward, but I did reach out to shake his hand. Susan introduced Mike to me. Thankfully that didn't last long and, with Mike joining us, we sat back down at the table.

Mike was six feet three with broad shoulders and I could tell that he worked out regularly. I was sure that, under his knit shirt, he was packing a full six pack. What was this I was feeling? Was I finding this man attractive? I didn't want to kiss him but I was curious about his body.

Clearly Mike was a confident, self-made man and I caught a couple of the women in the restaurant steeling glances towards him, yet his focus was exclusively on us. Even Susan was excited as I could see her hard nipples trying to poke through her concealed bra.

Small talk flowed till it felt like we had known each other for years. The next thing I knew the waitress came around asking if we needed anything as it was last call.

Susan said to Mike and me, "Well, I'm not ready to call it a night."

"Yeah, it feels pretty early, Mike replied.

Susan looked into my eyes and it was like she read my soul. Addressing Mike, she said, "How about you come over to our house for a night cap?"

Part of me wasn't sure that a night cap was a good idea, but I knew Susan had something interesting and exciting in mind as she talked him into coming over to our house. How strange it should have seemed for Susan to be inviting this man back to our home, yet I was somehow comfortable with this unexpected turn of events.

After her mysterious declaration, Susan and I left the restaurant. As we both slid into the car, my curiosity was getting the best of my concern. Despite my trepidation, I had to know what my wife was feeling and against, my better judgment, I placed my hand on her inner thigh. Susan quickly parted her legs giving me access to more of her thigh. As my hand was about to reach her panties when she clamped down on my hand, noticing that her panties were soaked, I asked
"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Yes!" she replied.

She reached over and felt that I was just as aroused as she was, "Are you sure you want to know what has me so excited?"

"I think we both know that I do," I answered quietly.

Susan guided two of my fingers under her panties so that I could feel her soft wet lips, "You know, from now on I don’t want to do it behind your back. It feels so cheep. It feels like cheating. I have already decided, if you don’t like it I will have to stop it"

"That’s what I expect from you. No more secrets from now on. But today we've had a great night and I'm okay if something does happen."

Susan smiled hearing me. Then she guided my index and middle finger into her wet pussy, "Oh baby, you feel so good in me. Taste me; I want to watch you taste me".

I pulled my fingers out of my wife and into my mouth, all the while enjoying her scent and taste. I've always enjoyed feeling her wet pussy and, even though her arousal wasn't created by me, I was surely going to enjoy her in this mood.

"From now on whatever happens, promise me you will not get jealous ".

"Baby, have I ever been jealous?"

Susan smiled, "No, quite the opposite; you always want me to act like an independent woman who likes to enjoy every moment of her life."

"I want you to have all the fun, you are a very beautiful woman and you deserve more fun than a normal housewife. Susan, you are the woman that I love and will, hopefully, be spending the rest of my life with."

" I know why” she smiled again. “I think you enjoy finding my panties wet."

I smiled, "I always enjoy that feeling, yes. I love feeling your body. No, scratch that. I love feeling your aroused body."

It only took us another five minutes to get home. I opened the garage and parked the car while Mike parked in our driveway. Once in the house, I closed the garage. Susan opened a bottle of wine and poured us three glasses while I turned on some background music. We made our way to the family room and got comfortable.

Susan turned to face me then grabbed my arm, next she reached for Mike's hand, "Come on boys. What does a girl have to do around here to get some attention?"

Mike looked at me for my reaction then smiled, and we followed Susan. Susan walked into our bedroom, then turned and leaned against the dresser. She smiled while watching us enter the room.

"Baby, I want you to watch your wife make love to Mike. I want to see your expression as his cock slips into my wet pussy." Susan moved onto the bed trying not to fall over, "Baby, it's kind of awkward moving on the bed. Can you hold him for me?"

Did she just ask me that, "Excuse me?" I asked, somewhat astonished.

"Come on baby, I'm trying to be graceful. Hold his cock so that I can mount him."

"I've never done that."

She gave me a smirk as she reached for my shoulder. She needed my support to move on the bed, "Oh, Baby, it's no big deal. Just pretend you're going to the bathroom. You've held your own cock right?"

I found it kind of strange that Mike didn't say one word. He just sat back and watched my wife moving around him. Of course, he wanted to be in her tight pussy so why did he need to say anything? Even against my better judgment, once Susan had her balance, I reached down for Mike's hard cock. Carefully I pulled his cock up. I didn't even realize that I was staring at his cock in my hand! My hand had wrapped around this love muscle and I swear that I could feel the veins pumping blood in that thick thing of his.

In slow motion, I watched my wife move down onto his cock. I could see the tip touching her lips, parting her wet labia until he started to enter my wife's body. Susan gasped as she took him deeper. Even though he was in her, I didn't let go of his cock and hold it with only two fingers. I don't know why.

Slowly, she took at much of him as she could. Then Susan leaned back and carefully put her arms right below Mike's shoulders on the bed. This gave him complete control over his own arms. As she did this, part of him pulled out of her pussy and I could see her arousal coating his shaft

I moved my hand up and used her arousal to lubricate the base of his cock. Susan looked over, "Is this turning you on, honey?"

How strangely erotic that my wife was enjoying her first lover outside of our marriage and I was there to watch. Not only that, but I was holding his cock in my hand! "Yes, very much so."

For whatever reason, I have to say that it didn't feel weird holding him; nor did it feel weird that his cock had slipped into my wife.

Carefully, she accepted more of him, making sure his thick cock slipped deep into her warm, tight body and I watched as inch by inch of him entered her wet pussy.

In a strangely comforting sense, I knew exactly how Mike was feeling by having Susan's sugar walls tightly wrapped around his cock as she rode up and down on his love pole. I wasn't jealous at all. In fact I was even more aroused knowing exactly what he was feeling. Sure, I wanted to be making love to my wife but this was something very new and very kinky. Most importantly, I was enjoying myself as I knew my wife was also. When Susan reversed her position over Mike, I knew exactly how he felt because I love the sensations of having my wife ride me "reverse cowgirl". The way her body moves, pressing my cock against all her sugar walls is, perhaps, my favorite position.

"Jim, eat me! I want to cum with his cock in me. Come on, Baby, eat my pussy. Make me cum, Baby; I need to cum, Jim."

Carefully, I made my way closer to my wife's pussy. Her legs were spread allowing me easy access to her clit. I could see his thick, bare shaft pistoning in and out of my wife and her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

"Does this excite you, Baby?"

"Very much so," my eyes never left her pussy.

In a husky voice, Susan said, "That's it, husband, get closer. Taste me! Take me in your mouth; I know you want to eat me. That's it, husband, make me cum."

I've never watched someone having sex before, let alone my wife! I could see his cock going in and out of my wife and her whimpering every time that thick cock impaled her. If I didn't know her, I'd swear she was in pain.

"Oh, Baby, Mike's cock feels so good in me. Look he is much bigger than you. Are you watching? Are you watching him fuck me?"

Now, I was only inches away from her pussy. Slowly, I stuck my tongue out until it touched her clit. I didn't even have to move my tongue to stimulate that tender area as Mike's thrusts were moving Susan's clit back and forth.

Mike was getting reckless with his thrust and I wanted him to slow his pace a bit. As I started to move he popped out of my wife's pussy and slid into my mouth.

I didn't know what to do!

Mike's cock filled my mouth. What was I to do?

Susan moaned, "Oh my god! Suck him baby, that's so hot!"

I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to move. I hoped that his cock would slip back out of my mouth and into my wife but, as I thought about that, I swirled my tongue around his shaft. I could taste something familiar, something sexy. Then it dawned on me that what I was enjoying was Susan's arousal that had coated his shaft.

When I looked up, I could see Susan straining to see more. She wasn't shocked but aroused even more, if that were possible. The look on her face was that of a child opening up a gift. "Baby, that's so hot! I've never been so turned on before in my life!" Using my hand I massaged the base of Mike's cock, moving up and down his shaft. Since he was so long there was no way I could fit all of him into my mouth, but I did my best. That is why I used my hand, to increase his pleasure and make him feel that more of his cock was in my mouth.

I tried to do all the things that Susan did to me by using my tongue on the tip of his cock, making sure to pay special attention to under the tip.

I groaned as more of his hard cock entered my mouth. It was a strange sensation tasting Susan on Mike. She doesn't have a strong taste but there was something ever so sexy about the unique taste of my wife on his cock.

Susan moved closer to me and off of Mike. Her face was next to mine while her pussy was next to his face. I could see his hand moving between her legs, which she immediately opened for him. Talk about a surreal moment, having a hard cock in my mouth and my wife opening her legs for our shared lover. I could see his fingers playing with her very wet pussy, making that sexy slurping noise an aroused pussy makes when it swallows fingers.

As I concentrated on Mike's fingers in Susan, my throat started to open up or at least that is how it felt to me. I swear that most of his cock was entering my mouth and going down my throat. The first time he hit the back of my throat, I had to fight through the gag reflex but after a couple more times my body started to relax.

With his ridged cock in my mouth, I started to think about how Susan gave me head and the things that she did to me. With my right hand I gripped the base of his cock, while using the other to support myself. Now, I could take most of him and use my hand to stroke his shaft.

As my confidence grew, I was able to take more of him into my mouth. I even think that some of him went down my throat. His grunting was washing out the sexy noises Susan's pussy was making. I could still see her hips rocking up and down which told me she was getting close to her own orgasm. Susan was just inches from me, yet so far away. "Oh I'm going to cum!" Mike grunted.

That encouraged me. Not thinking about what was about to happen, I just wanted to give it to him. I wanted his cum! My lips were tightly wrapped around his cock and I used my tongue to massage that spot just under the tip. I knew that it was working as I could no longer taste Susan, just his salty cum.

Mike grunted and I was aware of what was about to happen.

The first stream shot into the back of my exposed throat. I almost choked when it hit the back of my throat. A second stream shot deep into my mouth, only this time I managed not to swallow that one. I kept my lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, while using my hand to milk him.

"Oh, Baby, that's so, so hot!" Susan exclaimed as she collapsed on the bed and moaned. I knew that Susan was lost in her own orgasm. I didn't move, just allowed Mike to finish. I had to swallow a couple times to wash his seed down but he didn't seem to mind. As I moved off him, I felt Susan's soft lips on mine. Her tongue parted my lips to enter my mouth, seeking to taste his cum. I felt a little strange, yet very kinky having my wife kissing me. We were sharing a kiss with some of his cum still in my mouth; I knew that we both could taste him. “UMMMMMMM……sorry honey but I must say he taste better than you. I mean he is much stickier and more saltier than you” She told me carefully keeping the liquids in her mouth so that she could taste it more before swallowing it slowly.

Susan was pretty aroused and aggressive. She moved up on top of me while guiding my cock into her. I didn't realize how hard my own cock had become while I had had Mike's cock in my mouth. I was amazed! Part of me couldn't believe that we had just done that, that I had just done that! Our new friend had just cum in my mouth and I had swallowed everything that he had had to offer.

Susan moved closer and started to tease my ear with her tongue, "Oh, Baby, I love you so much. I never thought you would do something like that; you can't imagine how turned on I am."

The strange part to me is that I have never considered myself gay or even bi-sexual for that matter. I love my wife, love her body and love making love to her, but there was something about his hard cock that turned me on. From watching him having sex with my wife to tasting him, tasting my wife on his ridged love muscle to having him cum in my mouth, it all really turned me on.

Now, lying on my back with my wife grinding her body into mine, I wondered what she thought about all this. Sure, she said she loved it, but how would she feel tomorrow? Would she want me to do more? There were so many things to think about and talk about and it was strange to have those thoughts while Susan was riding me. I had to keep my mind off what she was doing as I was so close to my own orgasm and my wife wasn't nearly finished yet.

"Come on, Baby, give it to me! Cum in my pussy. Can you feel how wet I am? I'm soaking your crotch with my arousal."

I pushed her up and started to play with her nipples, "Stop talking or I will cum." "That's what I want, give it to me! I need to feel you cum in me. Come on baby." Susan pushed back and I wasn't able to hold off any longer. I gave one hard thrust as I shot my load into my wife. I could hear her talking, "That's it, Baby; give me all that hot cum! Fill my pussy, my lover."

We just lay there for a couple moments, each of us not really sure what had happened. I knew that, at least for myself, I didn't have any regrets. My wife just had sex with her friend and I had given a man head.

Mike started to move around and said that he had to go home, that he had an early tee time tomorrow. Once Mike dressed, we said our goodbyes and off he went.

Susan and I went back to bed. We made love one more time that night and spooned the night away in splendid contentment.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[b]A Promise For Sex[/b]


My wife, Sandy, and I usually take our vacations with our best friends, Cindy and Carl. On a recent trip while traveling, it was time to find a motel. We usually checked into separate rooms, but on this stop, we found a motel with only one vacant room with two beds. Since we were such good friends and felt comfortable around each other, we took the room.

That night I was in the mood. My cock was rubbing up against Sandy when she whispered, "We have to wait. Cindy and Carl will hear us."

I was very disappointed, but as we continued to kiss, I was more determined to have my way. About that time, Sandy and I heard Cindy and Carl in the other bed moaning a little. We knew what was happening.

Sandy relented and allowed my cock to enter her. Soon the room was filled with moans and groans from both beds. Sandy and I were taking it slow to keep the noise down. We heard the headboard on the other bed starting to lightly tap the wall. Evidently, Carl was beginning to fuck Cindy with enough force to shake the bed.

The frequency of the headboard hitting the wall was increasing as we heard Carl beginning to vocalize. Then we heard Carl yell and loudly groan as the headboard rapidly banged the wall. Many "Ohoooooooo and more Ohoooooo" came from the other bed. Carl had been so loud that I wasn't sure if Cindy had made any noises if she had an orgasm.

Sandy and I did our best to keep the noise level down when we had our orgasms. After it was all over, Carl joked, "Glad you two decided to do it. I suggested it to Cindy, but she said we would make too much noise, but then we heard you."

We all laughed and soon went to sleep.

The next morning Carl again said, "Guess we all like sex and couldn't wait last night. It was a turn on for both of us when we heard you."

I commented, "Doing without it would be very difficult. What if Sandy died, what would I do? What if one of you died, what would the other one do?"

Cindy responded, "That poses a good question. I wouldn't want to give up sex, but I would be afraid to sit at a bar to get picked up."

Sandy then jumped in with her comments, "I know what to do. If one of us died, the other couple would have to take care of the remaining person's sexual needs. That way we can be assured of having a good sex life without going out looking for strangers. I agree with Cindy that I don't want to sit in a bar to get picked up."

Everyone laughed at that suggestion.

Cindy posed the question, "OK, do we all agree to that?."

Everyone chimed in with a big "Yes".

At that time we were all young with no thought of anyone dying anytime soon, but the unexpected did happen. A week later Cindy was killed in an automobile accident.

Sandy and I were very supportive of Carl during the next few days, especially during the funeral.

A few nights later when Sandy and I had just finished having orgasms and lying beside each other in the afterglow, I said, "Carl must be very lonely without Cindy. We just enjoyed sex and it wasn't too long ago when Carl and Cindy were in a motel bed beside us."

"Yes, it is too bad for Carl. Do you remember we joked about keeping the remaining person sexually satisfied."

"Yes, we did joke about it and I guess we all agreed. But did we really mean it."

Sandy became more serious, "I did agree and that was a promise to my best friend, Cindy."

I responded, "I never thought of it that way. Do you really think Carl took this seriously."

"I don't know, but I'll bet he remembers our conversation."

We discussed it some more before going to sleep. We decided to talk to Carl about it.

The next evening we had a three way phone conversation with Carl. I asked, "Carl, do you remember what we promised each other when we were in the motel together for the night?"

"I remember we were in one room having sex with our wives at the same time. What are you getting at?"

"Do you remember we all promised to keep the remaining person sexually satisfied if someone died?"

"Oh, yes, I hadn't thought any more about it because I thought it was just a joke."

Sandy chimed in, "I made a promise to Cindy, my best friend and I feel obligated to keep my promise to her."

"You don't have to do that, Sandy. I don't think your hubby would agree to anything like that."

Sandy continued, "He is a little reluctant, but has agreed after we had a long discussion about it."

I spoke, "Sandy is determined to do it to keep faith with Cindy's memory".

There was a lull in the phone conversation until Carl said, "Alright, if you two feel that way. I appreciate your thinking about me. What do you propose?"

I responded to that question, "Why don't you come over Friday evening about eight o'clock, then we can talk about it some more."

Friday, when Sandy and I came home from work, we had a quick dinner and then prepared for Carl's visit. Sandy suggested we get out of our work clothes and clean up before Carl arrived. Sandy wanted to take a shower before dressing.

I got in the shower with her. While I was soaping her breasts, I thought about Carl massaging and kissing her nipples later on in the evening.

I asked, "Are you going to let him kiss your nipples?"

"I think that would be expected of me is he wants to suck on them. I always enjoy it when you do."

That made me think about what else he would do. I felt between her legs, then asked, "I know it is expected that he would fuck you, but what if he wants to bury his head in your crotch and suck your clit?"

"What's wrong with that. You do it and I like it."

I then began to realize the full extent of what was going to happen when Carl arrived. Was I really agreeing to letting another man ravish my wife? There wasn't going to be much choice because I had already agreed and Carl would be here in a short time. Then I thought of Carl and how lonesome and sad he had been since his wife died.

I asked Sandy, "Carl will soon be here. How do you feel about the whole situation?"

"I think you can see I am very nervous. I was a virgin when we married and I've always been true to you. I feel obligated to Cindy because I promised to keep her husband satisfied. Somehow, I'll get though the evening and I hope he likes being with me. I'm going to do my best even though I wish we had never promised what we would do after someone died."

I felt a little sorry for her, but she seemed determined. I finished dressing and went in the living room to wait. I expected to see Sandy looking very sexy when she came in the living room, but I was disappointed. She was wearing jeans and a top that completely hid her breasts.

I said, "Why are you wearing those dull looking clothes? Let me take you back in the bedroom and change in something more flattering for your shapely body."

She quickly responded, "This is what I usually wear around here in the evening. He can take my clothes off to see me. What's wrong with that."

I led her back to the bedroom, picked out a short skirt and a skimpy blouse.

I sternly said, "Now put these on and don't wear panties or a bra. You're going to let him fuck you, so look sexy for the guy!"

I watched as she removed her clothes, then slipped on the short skirt. She put on a top that showed off her breasts.

I said, "Now you look sexy. I already have a bulge in my jeans just looking at you. I'm sure Carl will think you are very sexy, too."

"You may like for me to look like this, but I'll be a little embarrassed to be so scantily dressed when Carl first walks in to see me."

"You will do alright. Now put on plenty of perfume and a little more lipstick. Do you remember the night we were with Carl and Cindy in the motel and Carl made so much noise?"

"Of course, I remember."

"Our bed is not against the wall, so our headboard will not bang in our bedroom when he cums in you. If he yells and hollers like he did that night, I'll be able to hear him while I'm waiting in the living room."

Sandy responded, "I'll be embarrassed if he makes that much noise for you to hear us. Are you going to be jealous knowing he is pumping cum in me at that time?"

"I'm not sure just how I will feel, but I agreed for him to have sex with you since you feel so obligated to keep your promise to Cindy."

Carl arrived with a bouquet of flowers for Sandy. She lightly kissed Carl on the lips to thank him. When he stood back to look at her, he said, "Wow! You really look great!"

Carl and I sat down in the living room while Sandy said she would get drinks for us. Both Carl and I stared at her butt and long shapely legs protruding out the bottom of her short skirt as she walked toward the kitchen. I was sitting in a big comfy chair while Carl sat on the couch. After Sandy served the drinks, she sat on the love seat. I noticed Carl intently watched her legs as she sat down and crossed them.

We talked about current events and seemed to avoid the subject of sex. Both Carl and I easily got a glimpse of Sandy's crotch as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. We were on our third drink before the subject of sex was mentioned. I decided to tell a sexy joke which brought laughter and eased the tension a little.

I said, "Sandy, why don't you sit on the couch with Carl while I freshen our drinks?"

I got up to take our glasses to the kitchen. I glanced back to see Sandy get up to go sit on the couch with Carl. I served the refreshed drinks then sat down in my chair facing them. I noticed they were sitting together but not touching. I saw Carl take quick glances down her loose fitting blouse.

I could see they were shy and would need more encouragement to get something started.

I said, "You two are not even touching each other. Carl, don't you think Sandy is sexy? Are you afraid to touch her?"

"I'm not afraid of her, but with you sitting there staring at us, I feel embarrassed."

I quickly responded, "Oh, I hadn't thought about that. I'm sorry, I'll leave you two alone for awhile."

I walked away and decided to go down in the basement. Before I disappeared from their view, I looked back to notice they were still sitting apart, but watching for me to completely leave.

I went to the basement and listened to the footsteps upstairs going down the hall to the bedroom. It sounded as if they went in the master bedroom. I kept listening but didn't hear any more. I could visualize Carl taking my wife in his arms and deeply kissing her. Right now he was probably removing her blouse and kissing her nipples. I waited a couple more minutes and assumed they were now naked on the bed in each others arms. Maybe she was sucking his cock now or maybe he was fucking her.

I couldn't stand being in the basement anymore, so I went upstairs to sneak down the hall in front of the bedroom door. To my surprise, the door wasn't shut all the way and I could see a dim light in the bedroom. I couldn't see them directly on the bed though the cracked door, but I had a good view of them in the big dresser mirror against the wall. It was in just the right position for me to see the image in the mirror of Carl and my wife on the bed. I could clearly see them in a six nine position with my wife's mouth licking and going up and down on his cock.

They continued in this position until I saw Sandy's body shudder through an orgasm and her familiar vocal moaning and groaning. She kept going up and down on Carl's cock while his butt was pushing up to her mouth. He started short ear splitting yells as I could see his body spamming. I knew my wife was getting a mouth full of cum.

I thought they may get up and catch me looking, so I went back in the kitchen to get another drink. They didn't come out of the bedroom. Evidently, they wanted to stay for another round of sex. I could hear them talking in low tones, but couldn't understand them. After a few minutes passed, I didn't hear them talking anymore and wondered if they were kissing and getting ready for more sex.

I decided to walk back down the hall to look at the mirror through the cracked door. Now I could see them again on the bed. It looked as if she was lying on top of his body while their lips were joined. Then she sat up and started gyrating on him. I could only guess she had sat down on his cock and was fucking him. Earlier this evening, both Carl and my wife acted rather shy, but now had lost all their inhibitions.

I decided to ease the door open wider because they were so engrossed in fucking that I didn't think they would see or hear me. They were both moaning a little as she continued riding him. I quietly walked in the room to stand at the foot of the bed. I could easily see her butt moving on him and could see his cock buried in her pussy. No doubt in my mind she was keeping her promise to Cindy to cooperate with Carl.

They were now groaning and getting ready to explode. I watched as both bodies blended together and strained as their orgasms started. Again, Carl was loudly vocalizing. I decided to back out of the room before they knew I had been watching.

I was sitting on the couch when Sandy and Carl came back in the room. Carl was fully dressed while Sandy was wearing a light weight robe.

I looked at them and grinned, "Looks as if you two had a good time. Sandy, your hair is all tousled and I see Carl's face has lipstick in several places."

Both Carl and Sandy looked a little embarrassed when I said that.

I continued, "But, glad you had a good time, Carl."

"Oh yes, a very good time. Sandy is wonderful. I really thank you two for inviting me here. I'll always remember tonight and how wonderful it was."

Sandy came over to sit by me on the couch and hugged me. I turned to her for a kiss.

Sandy said, "I love you. You are my husband and I love you very much."

She turned to face Carl, "You are our best friend and I love you too. Come over here to sit with us on the couch so I can hug both of you."

Sandy sat between us, turned to Carl for a kiss, then turned to me for a kiss.

I looked over at Carl, then said, "Looks as if everything turned out alright tonight. As far as I am concerned, you are welcome to come back again."

Sandy chimed in, "Yes, you can come back soon. I'm happy with the arrangements as long as my dear husband is OK."

Carl then looked at me to say, "You must be horny. I'll leave so you two love birds can have your own private party."

Carl got up, kissed Sandy at the door then left. She said, "Come back to see us."

Sandy and I went to bed. I didn't say anything about watching them.

Sandy said, "He is a good lover, but he yells too much. Also, he gets a little wild."

"I heard him yelling all the way to the living room. Evidently, he really enjoyed fucking you."

"Yes, the first time he cum, we were in a six nine position, so when he started yelling, my ears were a long ways from his mouth. I was riding him the second time, then I fell forward on his chest. He was howling in my ears. Next time, I'll avoid that if I can."

I thought for a couple of seconds, then said, "Why don't you let him fuck you doggie style next time. That way his mouth will not be next to your ears."

"That's a good idea. Now shut up about Carl and lets have our own fun. I know you are turned on enough to fuck me the rest of the night."
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

WHAT IF YOUR WIFE WANTS TO SLEEP WITH ANOTHER GUY

PART1


I'm Dave, and I have a beautiful wife named Cathy. She's twenty-nine years old, 5'5, 125 pounds, 34c breasts and red hair.

Cathy and I have been married 6 years. Neither of us were virgins when we married, but at the same time our experience wasn't vast. Cathy had only fucked with two other guys before she met me and we had been totally faithful to each other our entire marriage.

That's why what I'm about to share was a totally blind-sided me.

Cathy works in the home office for a large company that has offices all over the country. There is this one sales representative named Stave that works for the company on the other side of the country. Cathy talks to him on the phone often (processing his sales) and they always get together the few times a year he has to come to the home office.

Cathy has always teased me about how hot Stave is. Her flirting never bothered me as I was never one to be threatened by her having male friends, and I knew she was faithful.

This morning Cathy told me that Stave was going to be in town that coming week and she was going to have dinner with him on Friday. No big deal I thought.

Then she dropped the bomb.

Cathy said; "You know that I've always told you how hot he is. What I've never told you is that he has asked me to sleep with him a few times in the past."

I wondered where this was going and she soon answered that question. "Of course I never did. But I've fantasized about him a lot. So I have decided that when I meet him for dinner Friday, I'm going to go to bed with him. I'm telling you this because I don't want to go behind you back."

I must have looked like I had just been flash-frozen. I finally was able stammer out the question of was she leaving me.

"Of course not," Cathy answered. "You're the only man I've ever loved or wanted to be married to. What I want to do with Stave is just sex. It's something I've fantasized about a really long time. I'm telling you this because I want to be honest with you. It's up to you to decide how you're going to handle it.

I got up out of my chair, telling Cathy I needed some air. I walked out to the car, and left. I needed to think this through and driving was the best way for me to do it.

I never saw this coming. The mental image of my beautiful wife naked, with another man on top of her with his cock in her pussy, burned into my brain like a branding iron.

I drove for a few hours trying to weigh what a man is "supposed to do" against what I really wanted. I finally admitted to myself that I didn't want to lose her. It would be tough sharing her with someone else. But at least I still had her. If we split up, she'd still be sleeping with this Stave guy and I wouldn't have her at all.

I returned home later in the day and she was waiting for me. I told her that I thought it through and decided that I would rather have her on these terms than not at all. Cathy kissed me passionately and without saying a word, took my hand and led me to our bedroom.



Later as we laid there in the afterglow of sex, I told Cathy that I had one condition to her extra-marital fantasy. I told her that she had to keep me in the loop, meaning that she had to share with me anything I wanted to know about her night with him. She agreed reluctantly.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

WHAT IF YOUR WIFE WANTS TO SLEEP WITH ANOTHER GUY

LAST PART
During that coming week she prepared for her night with Stave. And she kept me in the loop as she had promised. She bought new Victoria's Secret underwear and modeled it for me asking if I thought he'd like it. Of course I told her that one look at her like that and he'd be tripping over his erection!

She asked me if I thought she should shave her pussy and I told her no (that flaming red bush of hers is hot)! Our discussions of her preparations always resulted in us going to bed. I was getting more sex with Cathy this week then I had in a month!

Friday finally came and she kissed me good bye as were leaving for work. She was meeting Stave right after work and she said she'd call me later.

My mind wasn't on my work very much and I finally played sick and left early. About 7:00pm the phone rang. I answered and it was Cathy. "Honey", she said. "I'll be home sometime later, don't wait up...and....I love you for this." And she was gone. And the longest night of my life had just begun.

I tried everything to get to sleep but little worked. Even when I did sleep I had dreams of Cathy and this Stave guy. I would wake and look at the clock and imagine what she might be doing at that minute.

About midnight I heard Cathy come in. I didn't want her to know I'd waiting up so I pretended to be asleep. Cathy went to the bathroom, showered and got in bed.

The next morning we awoke about the same time. She kissed me good morning and I asked; "well, how did it go"?

Cathy smiled and said; "are you sure you want to hear the details"? I nodded my head yes and she propped herself up on her elbow and began: "We went to Stave's room with a bottle of wine and after a glass we started kissing on his couch. That soon led to groping. When he started unbuttoning my blouse I stopped him and told him we should get ready for bed."

Cathy continued; "I told Stave I to get in bed while I went to the bathroom to get ready. I was still a little shy about him seeing me naked. I know that sounds silly considering what we were about to do."

I assured her it wasn't silly at all. She continued; "I undressed in the bathroom, wrapped a towel around me and came out to the bed. I got under the spread then threw the towel on the floor. Stave started kissing me while feeling my titties. He kissed down my neck until his mouth was at my tits and then he started sucking my nipples."

I was getting pretty hard hearing about this. Cathy went on; "he put his hand between my legs and he rubbed my clit. Then he slid two fingers into me and started fingering me. I was so wet I was almost embarrassed!"

"We were both so ready so Stave got on top of me and slid his cock into my pussy. Oh Dave, it was so good! I had fantasized about him for so long and finally his cock was pounding into me over and over. When he said he was going to cum I told him not to cum inside me. He pulled out and shot his sperm all over my tummy!"

I was beyond turned on. Just picturing a cock spurting a load all over Cathy's tight stomach had me almost delirious. But she wasn't through yet. She told me how they laid together and felt each other and just fooled around until she went down on him to get him hard again.

"You had his cock in your mouth?" I asked.

Cathy said, "Yes I did. I wanted him to cum in my mouth because I wanted to swallow it. But he pulled out. So I got in the doggie position and he put it in me from behind."

Cathy went on; "you know I love that position and he fucked me so good! He got ready to cum again and I reminded him not to cum inside me, but he said he couldn't stop and he shot it in me." She said that shortly after she got dressed and Stave walked her to her car.

Cathy told me she leaked all the way home. Then as if to prove it, she got out of bed and walked to the clothes hamper. She came back with the panties she had worn the night before. The crotch was stained and still somewhat damp.

That drove me over the edge. I took Cathy's hand and pulled her onto the bed. I got on top of her and rammed my rock hard cock into her. I fucked her like never before and she kept squealing; "oh baby fuck me, fuck me, fuck me"! Just about the time I shot my load, Cathy also came, squirting all over me!

We fucked and sucked and fucked until we were both exhausted. We lay in each other's arms, sweaty, with the room smelling of fresh fuck. I never dreamed it would turn out so well.

As Cathy drifted off I realized I was actually looking forward to her sleeping with this guy again when he comes to our city on other occasions. I too drifted off to sleep with visions of passion on my beautiful wife's face as another man's cock spread her lovely pussy.
( END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It Was Only A Joke

PART1

It was only intended to be a joke.

It all began when my wife and I found that we had a kid’s free weekend coming up and any parents out there will understand exactly what that means.

We decided to make the most of it by having a weekend away, not far, only about forty miles but they say a change is as good as a rest and we'd got a good deal on a flat in one of those busy seaside resorts where there is always something to do.

Now it was only a long weekend, Friday afternoon till Monday morning so you might think that packing would be a doodle. It was, for me, a couple of shirts, underwear socks and razor, I could have thrown them in the glove compartment, but for Monica, my wife it was another matter altogether. She packed clothes for morning, clothes for afternoon, clothes for evening, clothes for good weather, clothes for bad weather.

She had the largest case we own and it was filled to the brim, with only her stuff, I left her to it and threw my carrier bag on the floor behind the driver’s seat and waited.

Eventually she appeared "Would you carry my case down?" she asked.

I went upstairs and that was when I made my mistake, She hadn't got around to closing the lid, I looked at the pile of clothes most of which she would never wear and it was then I decided to teach her a lesson.

Lying right at the top were the bras and panties that she intended to take, I was pleased to see that she had also packed a few suspender belts and an assortment of stockings. The Devil took over, gently I lifted the panties out and replaced them in her drawer, the bras followed. I wasn't stupid enough to do the same with the suspenders and stockings, Hell I know what I like.

Quickly I closed and locked the case and carried it down and placed it in the boot of the car and we set off.

Half way there, I knew that I shouldn't have done it, there was bound to be a scene, but what the hell, I would take her shopping once we were there and it would be like a bonus for her, she would be over the moon.

The flat was on the first floor of an old Edwardian building and the owner issued us with more keys than a prison warder carries. One for the main door, two each for the flat door and keys for each of the internal doors, apparently there had been a spate of break-ins so he was ultra careful. The flat itself had been designed for small families, with a living room, kitchen, bathroom, a double bedroom and a tiny box room which had squeezed into it a single bed. The settee in the living room also converted into a bed if required.

I was admiring the sea view from the living room, looking forward to a brisk walk on the sea front a little later when I heard the scream.

"Dave" She yelled "Where the hell is my underwear" Monica of course was in the bedroom unpacking.

I strolled to the open door a laugh on my face ""Just a joke, come on" I said 'I'll take you shopping for some more"

The look on her face told me it was not going to be as easy as that.

"Do you have any idea how long I spent selecting what I brought with me, the finest, the prettiest, the best quality and you expect to take me to find some supermarket to replace them? Well buster you are in for a hell of a shock. You're really going to suffer for this."

She shoved me out of the room and slammed the door in my face.

Now I don't know how you handle a situation like this but I find it best to keep a low profile till the heat dies down, so that 's what I did. I resumed my examination of the sea view deciding whether to take her for an Italian or Chinese meal by way of apology. That was when the bedroom door opened.

I hadn't expected a thaw as quickly as that and I hadn't been mistaken. Monica appeared carrying my carrier bag , she totally ignored me , instead she walked into the next room to the bedroom, which was the box room I mentioned and tossed the carrier bag in.

Then she returned to the bedroom and closed the door. I heard the key turning in the lock.

Time to give her some space I decided, well after 17 years of marriage you learn to gauge things don't you. No that's right you never learn to gauge things.

I went off for a stroll around the town leaving her to rage or sulk or throw things or whatever suited her. I found a nice Italian restaurant and booked a table for two for 8pm, I picked up a local paper to check out the entertainment and then I found a branch of Marks & Spencer and blushing furiously I bought 3 sets of lingerie for her.

Slowly I returned to the flat knowing that by now she would want to make peace and walked in just as she was walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

"To make up " I said handing her the Marks & Spencer carrier bag. She took it, looked inside and walked into the kitchen and tossed the bag and contents down the rubbish chute, looked at me with contempt and walked back to the bedroom and once again locked the door.

Now I knew I was in real trouble. I sat on the settee and tried to decide what to do next.

After about 30 minutes the bedroom door opened, she emerged looking absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a short flared blue skirt and a black blouse beneath which her unfettered 36b breasts were bouncing about happily. From the hem of her skirt I could see the black lycra indicating the stockings she was wearing, her blonde hair was brushed down over her shoulders and the make up was perfect, not too much, not too little, her favourite perfume wafted through the air.

Peace at last I decided. No I was wrong, ignoring me totally she turned and locked the bedroom door, checked her appearance in the mirror and promptly walked out of the flat door. I couldn't believe it. She was going out in the outfit I loved her to wear, her "fuck me now” outfit, without any underwear and she was leaving me behind. I made to go after her and stopped, I looked the same as I had when I drove here, I needed a shave, a bath and to get changed.

I looked out of the window, there she was striding purposefully towards the promenade where all the lively pubs and clubs were based, I could see the breeze lift the hem of her skirt a little and I couldn't run after her without looking like some demented dirty old man.

I have never in my life bathed, shaved and dressed as quickly as I did that night, it took perhaps fifteen minutes at the most, it was just after 6.30pm when I left the flat, The only keys I could find were the main outer door and the two for the flat itself, she must have had the others.

I set off in the direction I had last seen her going in, I turned the last corner, there must have been at least twenty pubs there, all lively and even at this hour all busy. I walked up and down in front of them trying to decide which was most likely to have appealed to her, trying to peer in the windows.

There was no sign of her, I began at the first pub and fought my way through the throng of bodies towards the bar, there was no sign of her at all. I tried the next and the next. I didn't see anyone even resembling her.

It was now 7pm she had been out for 45 minutes; she must be beginning to soften to me. I went back to the flat just in case she had gone back to forgive me, not a sign and that had wasted another twenty minutes. I rushed back; the place was even busier now. I checked the first three pubs again, just in case I had missed her. At the third the doorman stopped me "Weren't you in here just before and left without buying a drink ".

"Yes I 'm looking for someone"

"Well this is a business, if you go in you buy a drink"

"Yeah OK then, I 'm sorry I will" He let me in. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way to the bar and ordered a half of lager.

With my "admission fee" in my hand I wandered around the pub as best I could given, that it was packed. Not a sign. I drank it down and moved on to the next.

I 'm not sure whether the doorman had spoken to his friends at the other bars but they seemed to keep an eye on me so I bought a half at the next pub and the next. It was now 8pm. We should be taking our table at the restaurant now.

Taking a gamble I dashed back to the flat, another twenty minutes wasted, it seemed clear that she was now out for the evening. I went back to the street where the pubs were. Queues were now building up outside. I joined one and waited a frustrating ten minutes before I got anywhere near the door. Just as we were being allowed in I saw her. I couldn't mistake the blonde hair and her height and figure " Monica" I shouted as twelve people behind pushed me through the door of the wrong bar.

It took a few minutes to turn around and get back out and by then there was no sign of her but at least I knew the direction she was going.

There were queues at all of the pubs now, it should be easy to find her. I looked at my watch, it was nearly 9pm. No sign of her in that queue, or that one. I was becoming really frustrated now, would I ever find her.

The only places where there weren't any queues were outside the disco's come night clubs which were now open, taking a gamble I went in the first one I came to and paid the £5 admission fee.

The place was enormous and, as I quickly discovered was divided into three separate rooms. Each one was already busy, if all the clubs were like this I would never find her. I went into the first room and bought another half, I needed it, the rushing around and fighting my way through crowds had left me hot and dry.

I looked around, chart music was blasting out all around the room, the ultra violet lights made it difficult to see anything clearly if you were more than 20 yards away. I strolled around the room as though I always go to clubs like this on my own.

It hit me, Monica wouldn't go to a place like this on her own, pubs maybe but not a club so my theory must be wrong and she must still be in one of the pubs. It was as I was leaving that I heard her laugh, after 17 years you can detect your partners laugh, I knew I was right.

It came from one of the other rooms where the music was less loud, I made my way to it. This room was clearly designed for the Soul Music fans, The lighting was even dimmer but the room was smaller. I looked around I couldn't spot her but I knew that she was in here somewhere.

I bought another drink, turning my back to the bar I looked around. At last I saw her, she was sitting around the far side of the room, her back was to me and she seemed to have a white scarf across her shoulders. I made my way across.

I discovered that what I thought was a white scarf was in fact the white sleeved arm of a huge black guy which he had resting around my wife's shoulders.

She spotted me, I knew that when she turned to face her companion and kissed him, her mouth open wide and pressed those wonderful, and still unfettered 36b's into his chest. I stared my mouth wide open as the kiss carried on and he pulled her even closer to him.

Without breaking the kiss she moved over and sat on his lap facing me, rubbing it in, making me suffer all the more for the trick I had played on her.

His free hand moved onto her flat stomach, she didn't object , in fact I could now see her tongue inside his cheek, his hand lifted slightly and his huge hand embraced her right breast through her blouse. Again she made no objection, but I noticed her eyes flicker open for a second to make sure I was still watching. Her hand moved to her blouse just above his hand and flicked a button open.

His finger tips felt the flesh suddenly available to him and moved upwards to appreciate it better, and how did my wife react? By flicking open the next button and guiding his hand between the opening which had suddenly appeared. As I watched his huge hand slide between the layers of material to take possession of that perfect orb and stiff nipple I realized that her eyes were wide open and they were watching me intently.

I was on fire, horrified at the betrayal I was witnessing and yet a masochistic streak made me watches, almost relishing the pain I was feeling. They continued kissing, I could see his huge hand , stroking caressing, manipulating, squeezing, even moving across to her left breast to do the same there, it was as though he was methodically staking his claim to what had, until now been mine and mine alone.

When his free hand moved to her knee I could watch no longer. I turned and walked away unable to watch any more. Almost instantly I regretted it, I made my way to the bar and bought another drink while I planned what to do next.

I couldn't just leave, I had to know when she would eventually come to her senses, cautiously I made my way back to where they were sitting.

I couldn't believe my eyes. She had turned so that she was sitting more side on than before and the move was clearly to try to conceal the fact that only his elbow now remained outside of her skirt. His fingers must at least be touching if not buried deep inside her warm tender pussy. I dropped my drink and ran out of the club.

I raced back to the flat, the place we had looked forward to visiting. The escape from every day pressures of family and work, and sat shaking. If only I hadn't left her underwear behind, I should have known that she wouldn't have seen the funny side of it especially after she had taken so much time deciding what she wanted to take with her.

I looked at my watch it was 10.30pm, what time did that place close? I looked at the paper I had bought earlier that day and found the advert. It closed at midnight I read so I had ninety minutes left before she would be back and we would be able to put all of this behind us.

So what if she got touched up a bit by a guy in a club, it didn't mean anything, she was just teaching me a lesson. In fact now she realized that I had gone she had probably dumped him and was even now on her way back to me.

I left the flat yet again and headed back. I didn't see her on the way so I paid another £5 and went back in. They were on the dance floor now, I say "dance" but there is little Soul music you can dance to and the Aretha Franklin track that was playing just required some slight swaying. That is precisely what they were doing. Their bodies pressed tightly together they swayed on one spot their lips glued tightly together. He was bent to reach her but I guessed that his full height must be about 6'3" too big for me to tackle. But of course I wouldn't need to , I looked at the time again, nearly 11pm. In a little over an hour she would be back. I would forgive her of course there was no question of that. I 'd been in the wrong in the first place and she was quite entitled to punish me if it made her feel better, I couldn't bear to watch any longer though.

Once again I left the club and walked to the harbour, gazing out at the wild and rugged North Sea I planned in my mind what I would say.

I could see the fishing boats on the moonlit horizon. I wondered if the fishermen worried about what their wives were up to while they were out trawling for a living late at night. whether their wives were in clubs like that using their own bait to lure a catch as Monica clearly had.

I looked at my watch, to my surprise it was only ten minutes before midnight. I hurried back to the club and found an alley way where I could wait and watch for her leaving.

I didn't have long to wait but he was still with her. They stopped to speak for a bit. I waited expecting them to say their good byes and then I could join her.

She turned and pointed in the direction of our flat and, putting their arms around each others waist they began walking in that direction.

Well I was glad that she had found a gentleman who wanted to see that she got home safely but I really needed to be there before them. I ran along the alley and found myself on a parallel street. I raced in the general direction and came out perhaps a hundred yards ahead of them. I glanced, they were talking as they walked and hadn't seen me so I sprinted all the way back.

In the flat I left the light off and watched out for them. At last I saw them strolling across the road to the front door. They passed below my view, I guessed perhaps two minutes to say goodnight and then she would be in the building.

I had the time spot on; as I heard the front door slam shut I flicked the light on and sat down in the armchair as though I had been in all night.

I heard her opening the two locks at the door and looked up to greet her and found myself looking at the huge black guy she had been with all night.

"Sit down Pete" My wife was saying, "Ignore him," She pointed at me "He is in enough trouble and if he doesn't want to be in the spare room when we get home he'll keep his mouth tightly shut" She glared a warning across at me as he took a seat in the middle of the settee.

I don't think I could have spoken anyway, I was dumbstruck, especially when she climbed on his knee and began kissing him.

It was obvious that he was uncomfortable, by his lack of response. She sat back, "Is he putting you off?" He nodded. she turned to me "Right you go to bed, and I don't want to hear a sound from you until the morning. Go on"

Disbelieving I stood and made my way to the bedroom and remembered, it was locked, not wanting to seem stupid I moved to the box room. As I entered it I heard her say "And just to make sure" the door slammed behind me and a key turned in the lock. I was locked in to this, this cell was the only way I could describe it.

I wondered what was happening. I held my ear to the wall but that didn't help. The bedroom was between the living room and the box room. I wondered if she would allow him into the big double bed, the way she was behaving it seemed highly likely. I ran my hand over the wall hoping to find a way out. Then it hit me, this was no Edwardian wall, there was no skirting board or dado rail. I felt it and tapped it gently; it was little more than a hardboard partition.

With my car key I scratched the surface; it gave way almost at once. I tried to remember the layout in the bedroom; it was difficult as I had only been allowed to see it briefly. I thought that the wardrobe was on the far wall and just a small chest of drawers on the other side of my wall. The bed was in the centre.

I climbed onto my single bed and slowly gouged a hole high in the wall. Peering through I found myself looking directly down onto the centre of the big double bed. I made the hole a fraction larger. I could now see the entire bed and a small area around it.

I froze, there was a footstep outside the door. I didn't want her to catch me. God knows how she would react to this.

I heard a key in a lock but it wasn't to my door, it was hers that was opening, she walked into my view point, she was already topless, and so was he. She sat on the bed and pulled her to him, his waistband was already loose and she yanked his trousers down exposing a huge stiff black cock, her mouth went to work on it eagerly as I stood excited, furious and excited again.

Her mouth bobbed up and down more and more rapidly as he leant forward and squeezed her naked breasts.

At last he pushed her off him and she stood and untied her skirt revealing her naked pussy. Was this the first time he had seen it I wondered, I knew that he had touched it in the club and probably again in the living room but I had no way of knowing whether he had seen it before.

Leaving me no more time to ponder this he turned her so that she was on her knees on the bed , her thighs parted exposing her peach to him in a way he could never have seen in the club.

He edged towards her naked vulva and placed the tip of his cock against her, he was huge, not only the length but the girth too, surely he would tear her open with that. Unfearing she wiggled her hips enticingly and the tip slipped inside her.

As more and more of the monster penetrated her I heard her groan, it was so clear I may as well have been in the room with them.

The groan grew the farther he pushed into her until it turned into a piercing scream, he paused, she looked behind "Don't stop you bastard keep it going I want to feel you deep inside me I want to feel it in my throat".

With that he withdrew a little and then plunged hard and deep, she sort of choked for an instant and recovered and settled for loud moaning interspersed with a few oaths and curses.

I watched spellbound as, for the next twenty minutes, he pounded his meat into my darling wife's fragrant and delicate motherly pussy, uncaring whether he was causing permanent damage to the inner tissue. Throughout it Monica made sounds as though she was being murdered.

Whether he took pity on her or whether he could hold back no longer I was unsure but suddenly Pete groaned and thrust himself deep inside her and was clearly spurting his seed into her.

(TO BE CONTINUED)