[Ramesh_Rocky]

The afternoon went in a blur.

Home.

Some washing and ironing.

Pick up kids from after college club. Organize tea.

I remembered just in time to eat with them. The kids thought this was great and in a way so did I. Fun to play with them. Be normal.

Then it was a case of organizing supper for Deepti.

Kids to bath, read stories, bed.

I was conscious this could well my life for the next few years. Did I want this?

I loved those children. There were a lot of people who did not have this opportunity and I should make the most of it.

Easy supper for Deepti. Fresh roti, sabji, new potatoes, peas.

Deepti had called to say she would be in about 8pm and I had it all ready.

She was late and then I heard the crunch of tires on the drive. Sounded like two cars.

The door bell rang.

Fortunately just once so it did not wake the kids.

I had been wearing the nighty, but no way was I going to answer the door wearing that...took it off quickly and threw it down behind the kitchen door.

I opened up to find Deepti there.

Waving to someone who was driving away. A smile on her face.

As I opened the door she gave me a glance, and I saw a frown pass over her face.

I asked 'Forgotten your key?'

'What?'

'I said 'forgotten your key?''

Deepti's face was now darkening.

'Sunil.'

I felt worried...

The voice worried me more... It was not raised, but there was a hint of menace about it. I found myself getting hard as Deepti spoke.

'Sunil, I do not have to answer to you. I may or may not have forgotten my key, but if I or anyone else rings the bell you answer immediately. I also do not see you wearing your nighty. Why not?'

'I took it off before going to answer the door.' (I felt defiant, but but...)

Deepti by now had brushed past me down the hall into the kitchen.

'What's that?' Deepti was now pointing at the nighty which was lying behind the door.

'Well it's the nighty. I put it down there out of the way.'

Deepti looked at me steadily.

'Do you think that is the right way to treat your clothes?'

'No.'

'If you do something wrong what do you deserve?'

I knew what she wanted. I could see no way out. I was like a little boy in front of his Mummy

'Please Deepti, I'm really sorry. I'll hang it up next time.'

Her eyes flashed.

Another mistake. I tried again.

'I'll wear it next time to answer the door.'

A brief smile, but then the grey eyes were still flinty, and the lips were firmly pressed together.

'What do you deserve?'

I was almost dancing on the spot.

'Stand still and answer.'

I looked down. 'To be punished.'

'Good, now we are agreed, bend over that kitchen table.'

I looked in appeal however clearly there would be no acquittal, although I could try.. 'Please?'

'No. Over the table.'

As I went to bend over the table at the opposite end to where I had laid a place setting for supper for Deepti I glanced fearfully at her. Deepti had reached out and picked up a long handled wooden spoon which I had been using to stir the tomato sauce. Deepti saw me look in her direction.

'Yes. I think you need six wallops and I am going to give them to you with this, after I have washed to sauce

off. You just stay there and think about it.'

Deepti turned to the sink and started cleaning off the spoon under running water.

She started to chat to me..

'By the way how was your day?'

'So so.' I could hardly think straight... and here was Deepti having a mundane domestic conversation, while she cleaned up a wooden spoon.. to smack me. It was surreal... but ..

'I want to hear all about it after supper and you can hear about mine'.

The washing had stopped and now Deepti was drying it with a tea cloth. All very normal.. except we knew shortly it was going to used to 'wallop' me...

Deepti was approaching.

I felt trepidation and my bottom checks tensed. I was still sore from Sunday and I knew this would hurt.

I could see the rise and fall of Deepti's breasts. Her breathing was definitely quicker...

'Tell me something before I give you something to remember... are you hard?'

Deepti had said it such a matter of fact way that it hardly registered.

Then it did.

I was.

'Yes.'

'Good. Then not only will this hurt, so hopefully you will not forget what you need to do in future, but you

will enjoy it. Say thank you to Mummy for being so good to you.'

I was horrified, however what choice did I have?

'Thank you Mummy.'

'There's a good boy.' There was a lightness now in the voice Deepti was starting to relax. I wondered why...

I felt Deepti move round to my side.

Her left hand on the top of my back. The right holding the long handled spoon. Gently rubbing my bottom with it.

'Ready?'

I gulped.

'Be a brave boy. I am going to do them quickly so they do not take up too much time. You can say go...'

'Go'.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Deepti smacked me as fast as she could. Hard.

It hurt, but not like the belt and I could just about take it.
'There you go, all done. You were a brave little boy. No crying out this time.'
My bottom still felt like it was on fire.

Deepti then suddenly cupped my balls in one of her hands and gave 2-3 quick squeezes.
I shouted with pain ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
She moaned with pleasure “Ummmmmm” I like molesting those soft things.


I stood up at last. My bottom was too sore to touch.

'I'll just fresh up a little and come down while you serve up.'

Deepti handed me the spoon and went off.

I watched her go. Desire flooded me as I watched her legs and bottom sway away.

I put the nighty on again, served up, and when Deepti came down I was rewarded by a warm smile.

I held her chair for her. Bustled round to serve her meal, pour her a glass of cold drinks.

As I was going back to the sink to start washing up..

'Sunil.'

'Yes dear.'

'Why don't you sit while I eat. We can chat.

You can then clear up while I get sorted out for the morning..'

I got a glass and went to pour myself some cold drinks when a hand reached out and gently went on top of mine.

Holding it.

I looked at Deepti, who was smiling sardonically at me...

'Darling. Little, weeny boys do not drink this, do they?'

It was bitter sweet. So humiliating but for whatever reason so exciting to be spoken to like this.

'No.'

'I think you should have a large glass of milk.'

I said no more. Went back and swapped the glass for a glass beaker and poured the milk.

I sat down opposite Deepti and watched as she ate.

Very neat, like a cat. Precise and careful.

Occasionally she would glance up at me and when she did the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch a little. Finally she was finished and pushed her plate away. Took a sip of her drinks and leaned back...

'Sorry I was late.'

'No problem…. You don't have to apologies.'

'No I don't do I?' I almost could see Deepti mentally chastising herself... No need to apologies..I am in control.

'But I am sure the reason why will get you going...'

I raised an eyebrow and took a gulp of milk.

As I put the beaker down my wife leant over the table with her towel...

'Do let me wipe that white moustache away.. no need for my little boy to look like a man now is there..'

So degrading, but so exciting to be treated this way...

'Hold still now.'

I did. The towel wiped my mouth.

'There isn't that better now?'

'Yes.'

Deepti was grinning at me.

'I liked doing that to you.'

'I know. It's exciting for me also.'

We shared a moment together.

I saw the grey eyes change again. They could be so expressive at times, at others inscrutable.

'So are you going to ask...?'

I steeled myself...

'So why were you late?'

'Arjun took me out for quick coffee.'

'So that is who you were waving to when I opened the door.'

'Sure was.'

'Ugh.'

'I know you don't like him... but I do.'

I looked at Deepti.

'Live with it.'

I shrugged. Not much I could do about it.

'Just so long as he does not come here.'

Deepti was giggling.

'What's so funny?'

Deepti could hardly get the words out...

'That's so 'sweet', but not your choice...

Arjun said he would definitely 'cum' here when he was invited...

and I intend to invite him at some time and you will be very nice and look after him.'

I looked daggers at Deepti who noticed and her face changed.

'There is no choice. I decide.' Her voice was now very firm.

(I must be mad...My body ached, especially my stomach which seemed to yet again be in 'knots'. I was turned on again with the idea of Arjun, Deepti. Here in this house...I must be mad.)

Deepti was now studying me

'What about your day. Did you hand in your notice?'

'Yes.'

'Anyone say anything?'

Here it was. I really did not have any option, but to confess what had happened.

The discussion with Monica.

That she and her husband practice the same thing.

and That she had written something on my back.

Deepti was enthralled.

I realized also that she was finding some excitement in terms of the story and the predicament I had been in.

One of her hands was no longer on the table and I thought I knew where it had gone..

'So have you looked in a mirror?'

'No'

'Why not?'

I looked away and then back towards her.

'I was scared to see what it said.

I know she wrote quite a bit and I imagine it's not so easy to read, especially reversed.'

Deepti was quiet for a moment.

'I think you should go downstairs to your room. Strip down and wait for me.

I want to think about your discussion with Monica for a moment or two before I read what's she written on your back.

Off you go.'

As I went I could imagine Deepti was starting to play with herself. I was sure she was damp. I could almost smell her arousal; I clearly saw the excitement in her eyes when I talked about Monica and her husband Rajesh...

As I stripped off, looking down again, I could see my own hardness and knew that I was aroused as was Deepti..

What were we both becoming??

I sat down. Waited. Eventually, maybe ten minutes later Deepti appeared in the doorway wearing her knee length sleeping gown.

'Ready?'

I nodded. Wondering.

Deepti came in and grabbed my cock which was sticking up. Her hand grasped my erection firmly.

'Walkies.'

It hurt. I had no option but to get up and follow where Deepti pulled me...

'Time to take my little doggy down to our ground floor bedroom.'

A vision of being put in the dog cage down here suddenly entered my mind... being locked up...on my knees... looking up Deepti's nighty... seeing her loose breasts over her nighty.. her butt... I jerked.

Deepti felt it

'Why that jerk?'

I licked my lips did I want to tell the truth??

'Truth now.' (Was she a mind reader?)

I told her.

Deepti was staggered. She let go of my penis.

'Your serious?'

'No...well.. it's just when you said that what you did about being a little doggy I could not help myself.'

Deepti was slowing wrapping her fingers round my cock again...

'I am going to say something. If you jerk you do it.'

I tensed...

'So if I said I was going to make you crawl.... you'd quite like it.. so you could try and see up my knee length gown?'

I jerked..

'Oh my little boy, what a dirty nasty little boy you are!

Down on your knees.'

I did as I was told. Looking up. Deepti seemed so much taller..

'I doubt you will see up my gown as I will be going first and be much faster than a crawling little doggy, but you

can try.'

It turned out to be correct. I tried, but Deepti was too fast which was not really a surprise.

Great view of her feet’s and legs though... (he-he!)

We got there; it was not far from the bedroom, but what a sight we made with me trying to keep up with Deepti on my knees. Deepti found it hilarious. It was not easy and both of us were laughing by the end.

'Alright stand up and let's get into the bedroom.'

'Can I ask something?'

'What?'

'Why have we come here to read what's on my back? Why did you not read it in the bedroom.?'

'Just thought it would be more fun here.

From what you told me of Monica I reckon it's going to be something which might set a few things off...'

We were facing each other, quite close and Deepti's hand was reaching out, lightly stroking my erection.. a slight smile playing round her lips..

'Face the wall mirror.

Closer so you are just a few inches away.

I'm sure it feels much more intimate.. for us both..'

I did as I was told.. We were close, I could feel Deepti close behind my back, Her loose gown, breast pressing up against me. Her hot breath, voice whispering in my ear. My penis was now pushing up against the mirror. The tip touching, rubbing, leaving a trail of precum on the surface. I could see Deepti in the mirror behind me.

'Hands behind your head.' I clutched them to the back of my neck.

Deepti stood back a little behind me. Studying my back.

I could see in the mirror a smile spreading over Deepti's face as she started to read..

What did it say??

'And you say she did this in permanent ink?' Deepti was looking at me in the mirror.

I nodded.

Deepti nearly was finished. I could see this as I watched her eyes move down and then stop at the bottom before coming back to mine. A hand was playing with my penis. Moving up an down, it was as if it was being stroked by feathers... exciting... but not allowing me to go further. Teasing. The tip still brushing the mirror glass... leaving a slimy trail.. Deepti was whispering again.. 'Like that?'

'Yes.'

'Good...' and then Deepti added enigmatically, 'you might not be getting many more in the future.'

What did that mean?

'Shall I read what Monica has written?'

'Please. I really want to know.'

'Sure you do, but after I have read it you might change your mind..'

I mentally braced myself as Deepti paused for a moment. Then read..

'Dear Deepti, If you read this then you really do have something to play with. Your hubby confessed. He wants

to be a cuckold. I wonder if he really knows what that will mean? How submissive he will become?

The excitement he will feel and experience. Do you have the nerve (the love?) to take it all the way... to enslave him??

Does the thought of him being totally and utterly dependent on you, totally under your control make you damp

and wet. I hope so. Call me tomorrow evening if you want to chat. (There is a number by the way).

Love Monica Xxxx'

As Deepti read the words slowly she was gently using her hands on my penis.

It was the most beautiful slow 'wank' that I have ever had.

I could see her face in the mirror looking down at my back.

Her arm coming round to allow her hand to play with me.

The contrast of me being naked while Deepti fully clothed;

Controlling me.

An outside Goddess.

Someone to look up to for who I was willing to do everything she wanted...

As she finished reading Deepti's eyes came up to look over my shoulder...

I was trying to 'fuck' her hand to get more friction.

There was a far away look in her eyes...

'Sunil I really want you to fuck me... but if you want what Monica has outlined..

then as I slowly tighten my hand you can bring yourself off.

This could be one of your last choices...

I want to be fucked long and hard... and you to do it... or you decide that is not for you and you would like me

to find someone else permanently to fuck... and make you a cuckold... and maybe even my slave... who knows where it might end?? Can you imagine me with someone else like a permanent husband and wife??'

I was lost. As Deepti was talking her hand was tightening I came and came..

I saw myself spurting onto the mirror, dribbling down.. onto the floor..

Deepti looked disgusted.

'You really have done it now.' She wiped her hand on my chest.

'Clean up that mess.

I'm going to bed.

You’re useless to me.

See you in the morning.'

With that she was gone and I was left to clear up a very messy mirror... and myself before going off to bed. I wondered what the future would bring...But I understood one thing for sure……….. the making of a cuckold has been completed successfully.


( End Of First Chapter)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]An Affordable Insemination
[/i]
My wife Sunita and I have been married for ten years. As far as I know Sunita has never strayed although she seems to constantly get hit on. Even at 33, her 5'4", 120lb frame and long light brown hair attracts a lot of attention. Sunita has always been an icon to her younger sister, Amita. Sunita was always the one that got the better grades, popular friends, better jobs, etc. Sunita recognizes Amita's envy of her and tries to help her whenever she possibly can. They have kept extremely close over the years.
Amita's desire to try and compete with her sister led her to the biggest mistake of her life, and his name is Anil. Very shortly after Sunita announced our engagement, Amita latched on to Anil. Or, maybe it was, he latched onto her. Simply said, Anil is a lazy dickhead and unfortunately for Amita, seven years ago she married him. I can't stand Anil and neither can my wife and most of her family. He has never been able to hold down a job, drinks way too much, constantly reeks of cigarettes, and acts like an ass most of the time.
One thing that Sunita has that Amita doesn't and has always been a sore subject for Amita is children. Sunita and I have been blessed with two beautiful kids, while Amita has never been able to conceive. Over the years Amita has become more and more depressed about not having children. A couple of months ago, Sunita asked if we could give Amita some money so she and Anil could see an infertility specialist. I should have said no. Why didn't I just say no? Sunita and I don't have a lot of money. We had enough to get them tested, but not enough money to solve whatever their problem was. I wish I had said no, but I gave in to Sunita and said yes. I opened a door for Anil to leech off of me. Little did I know at that time what exactly that meant.
After spending most of what little available savings we have on infertility tests it came back that Anil was more than fertile, but Amita was not. Believe it or not, Anil actually took pride in the fact that "his boys could do the job." That just made Amita's state of mind worse. She seemed to cry constantly. Sunita seemed at a loss on what to do to console her.
One night, Sunita came to me with a question. She stuttered and stammered and then asked me what I thought about her acting as a surrogate for Amita. I was annoyed. "Who's gonna pay for that?" I asked. Sunita reminded me that our health insurance covered pregnancy. "That's not what I'm talking about." I responded sternly. "Who's going to pay the thousands of dollars it would cost for the artificial insemination?" I almost fainted at Sunita's response.
"There wouldn't be an artificial insemination. None of us can afford something like that. Amita wants Anil to impregnate me with a baby for them." She said.
I was stunned. "You want to fuck ANIL?" I yelled.
"No, I don't WANT to have sex with anyone. I just don't know what to do with Amita. She asked me and I said I would ask you. Just forget I said anything." Sunita replied.
I couldn't forget though. I never seriously considered Sunita fucking another man. Now there were constant visions of my creepy brother-in-law's cock spraying my wife's womb with his seed. My daydreaming became more and more vivid and somehow became sexually stimulating. I found myself with a constant erection. While making love to Sunita, I found myself visualizing another man on top of her with his cock pounding away. As my sperm flowed into her body, my thoughts betrayed me with visions of Anil impregnating Sunita. Then, one day after a period of arousal while thinking about Sunita and Anil, she caught me at the wrong time by casually mentioning Amita's depressed state. I know that bad things happen when you speak before you think. However, at that moment, I wasn't thinking. My blood must have been pooled in my cock rather than my brain.
"If it would make things better, you can make a baby for Amita."
Who in the hell said that? Did I just say that? What the fuck had come over me? I found myself hoping, in that flash of an instant, that Sunita would give me a way to back out. But, It didn't happen. Sunita grabbed me, hugged me, and swore that it wouldn't cause any problems between us.
Eventually, plans were made for the conception. In the week leading up to my wife's infidelity, we made love every night. Apparently, I wasn't the only one aroused at the thought of Sunita giving herself up to another man. Each night, her pussy was absolutely soaked. Each night as I licked up her sweet juices, I counted down the days until the most precious part of Sunita would be revealed to Anil.
Anil and Amita arrived at our house on that fateful Saturday night. Our kids were at Sunita's mother's house, so we had the house to ourselves. Sunita was quiet. Amita also was very quiet, but didn't seem unhappy about her husband getting ready to fuck my wife. Anil, on the other hand, was his usual ass of himself by making rude comment after rude comment about the act that was about to take place. Naturally, he was ready to consummate the deed the minute he walked in the door. I couldn't blame him for that. Sunita is much better looking that Amita, who is heavy set and plain. I suggested that maybe we all have a couple of stiff drinks to break the tension and that was readily agreed to by all.
Finally, after a half hour and a couple of drinks for everyone, Anil decided it was time. He stood up and held out his hand to Sunita. "Come on." Was all he said. Sunita stood up and looked at me. I simply nodded once in approval. Anil didn't seek any approval from Amita as Sunita placed her hand in his. I watched in disbelief as my wife slowly walked down the hall with her stud, hand in hand, and disappeared into our bedroom. The bedroom door banging shut sent a wave of repulsion into the deepest recesses of my gut. This was the feeling I should have had all along. How could I have stopped, though? After all, Amita was sitting across from me hoping that the filthy action about to take place would deliver her the baby she had dreamed about for years.
I hadn't prepared myself for the waiting. I think I assumed it would be a two minute 'wham……. Bam……. thank you ma'am' episode. Amita and I sat there quietly sipping our drinks and watching the time pass. It had been fifteen minutes. Wasn't Anil done yet? Shouldn't Sunita be coming out of our room full of his seed by now? It struck me that they could have used our guest room. Sunita shouldn't be in our marital bed with Anil's cock inside her. It was too late for those thoughts, though. As my mind delved deeper and deeper into imagining their intertwined bodies, I realized my cock was straining to escape my pants. The silence between Amita and I was deafening until those all too familiar sounds came from down the hall.....AHA…..AHA…..AHA……AHA. It was Sunita in the throes of an orgasm.
I looked at Amita. "Anil can go for a long time sometimes after he's had a few drinks." She smiled and said.
What the fuck, I thought? I never contemplated Sunita receiving enjoyment from this lewd partnership. Amita let me pump her husband full of alcohol, and now he was using my gratuity, and my bed, to pump my wife into an orgasm. Amita and I were treated to even more lovemaking sounds. Only, this time we could hear both of them moaning. Amita began to squirm in her seat. The mischievous sounds emanating from my bed must have been arousing her as well. A half hour had now passed and Sunita and Anil were still going at it. The frequency and volume of their mutual pleasure increased steadily. Finally, we heard Anil yell out. "Oh Sunita here it cums. You're about to be fucking pregnant!" Amita and I stared quietly at each other as behind closed doors her husband poured his virile sperm into my wife.
My cock begged for relief as we waited for them to come out. Minutes passed, but they didn't appear. I watched intently for our bedroom door to open and my wife to appear, but instead I was hit with the sound of Sunita's voice. "Oh gawd, Anil."
I looked at Amita.
"They must be doing it again." She said seemingly indifferent.
I just shook my head in disbelief at what was happening in my own home.
This time, another hour passed as Amita and I quietly sat there waiting for the two lovers to disengage. My cock was aching. Several times I even thought about throwing Amita down on the floor and fucking her as we waited, but I was strangely drawn to listening to what was going on in the bedroom. Their lovemaking was much louder this time. I watched Amita squirm to the sounds of her husband's moans of pleasure he was receiving from my wife's silky vagina. I continuously re-adjusted the front of my pants as Sunita screamed out the effects of another man's cock mercilessly coercing her body into waves of tremors. Once and for all both of them screamed out simultaneously and it was over.
After a few minutes, Anil appeared from our bedroom by himself. Carrying his clothes, he was half naked. He was wearing only his loose underpants. His flaccid cock, almost visible inside his loose underpants swung triumphantly from side to side in front of his ball sack. A simple thank you from him would have been nice after loaning him my wife's body, but he simply ignored me. He put on his pants and spoke directly to Amita. "Come on sona. Maybe there's a little left here for you too." With that, she stood up and they walked out the door.
I slowly made the long walk down the hall to our bedroom. Awkwardly, I looked into the room unsure of what I might see. What came into focus was exactly what my mind had envisioned. The bed covers were bunched up at the foot of the bed. Sunita's sari and blouse were strewn about the floor. She lay half naked on her back. Her petticoat was rolled up to her waste. Her hair was a mess and she looked exhausted. Wet spots on the sheets provided visual evidence of their encounter. Within the dense musky smell that permeated the room, my nose could detect faint wisps of her scent. It was that familiar scent that had always drawn me to her. I could never resist that scent. Once again it tugged at me. I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could and took me place next to her. As I did so, Sunita stared at my erection.
I felt heat radiating from her body that contrasted with the cold wet spots I now lay upon. I kissed Sunita. I could taste cigarettes in her mouth. I hadn't thought before about Anil and Sunita actually kissing. My rock hard cock twitched with desire. I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts. All along the way my senses were inundated by the powerful remains of the presence of another man. My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy nectar. I always eat her pussy when we make love. Sunita spread her legs. She wanted my face between her thighs. She seemed not to care that Anil had just been between those same soft thighs. I moved around and took my place. As I did so, a trail of Anil's sperm appeared between her labia. It slowly flowed out of Sunita and pooled on the sheets. The pungent aroma of sperm stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn't eat her this way. I wasn't prepared for this.
Instead I moved up and placed my cock at her entrance and hurriedly pushed inside. I was immediately taken back by the unusual looseness from her vagina having already been penetrated. That, plus the intense heat and overwhelming wetness was too much to take. My body immediately convulsed. My cock began sending sperm into her body in an effort to compete with that of her mate. It didn't matter that she was probably already pregnant with his baby. Over and over again I pushed my cock as far inside her as I possibly could to try and take back what was once only mine. My brain, overwhelmed by the turmoil of the day, went blank. My cock began shrinking and was involuntarily squeezed out of Sunita by her vaginal muscles. I lay there nearly unconscious until Sunita's voice brought me out of my fog.
"Honey, Anil wants to keep doing this every day until we are sure that I am pregnant."
I should have said no. Why in the hell didn't I just say no?
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]An Affordable Insemination
[/i]
My wife Sunita and I have been married for ten years. As far as I know Sunita has never strayed although she seems to constantly get hit on. Even at 33, her 5'4", 120lb frame and long light brown hair attracts a lot of attention. Sunita has always been an icon to her younger sister, Amita. Sunita was always the one that got the better grades, popular friends, better jobs, etc. Sunita recognizes Amita's envy of her and tries to help her whenever she possibly can. They have kept extremely close over the years.
Amita's desire to try and compete with her sister led her to the biggest mistake of her life, and his name is Anil. Very shortly after Sunita announced our engagement, Amita latched on to Anil. Or, maybe it was, he latched onto her. Simply said, Anil is a lazy dickhead and unfortunately for Amita, seven years ago she married him. I can't stand Anil and neither can my wife and most of her family. He has never been able to hold down a job, drinks way too much, constantly reeks of cigarettes, and acts like an ass most of the time.
One thing that Sunita has that Amita doesn't and has always been a sore subject for Amita is children. Sunita and I have been blessed with two beautiful kids, while Amita has never been able to conceive. Over the years Amita has become more and more depressed about not having children. A couple of months ago, Sunita asked if we could give Amita some money so she and Anil could see an infertility specialist. I should have said no. Why didn't I just say no? Sunita and I don't have a lot of money. We had enough to get them tested, but not enough money to solve whatever their problem was. I wish I had said no, but I gave in to Sunita and said yes. I opened a door for Anil to leech off of me. Little did I know at that time what exactly that meant.
After spending most of what little available savings we have on infertility tests it came back that Anil was more than fertile, but Amita was not. Believe it or not, Anil actually took pride in the fact that "his boys could do the job." That just made Amita's state of mind worse. She seemed to cry constantly. Sunita seemed at a loss on what to do to console her.
One night, Sunita came to me with a question. She stuttered and stammered and then asked me what I thought about her acting as a surrogate for Amita. I was annoyed. "Who's gonna pay for that?" I asked. Sunita reminded me that our health insurance covered pregnancy. "That's not what I'm talking about." I responded sternly. "Who's going to pay the thousands of dollars it would cost for the artificial insemination?" I almost fainted at Sunita's response.
"There wouldn't be an artificial insemination. None of us can afford something like that. Amita wants Anil to impregnate me with a baby for them." She said.
I was stunned. "You want to fuck ANIL?" I yelled.
"No, I don't WANT to have sex with anyone. I just don't know what to do with Amita. She asked me and I said I would ask you. Just forget I said anything." Sunita replied.
I couldn't forget though. I never seriously considered Sunita fucking another man. Now there were constant visions of my creepy brother-in-law's cock spraying my wife's womb with his seed. My daydreaming became more and more vivid and somehow became sexually stimulating. I found myself with a constant erection. While making love to Sunita, I found myself visualizing another man on top of her with his cock pounding away. As my sperm flowed into her body, my thoughts betrayed me with visions of Anil impregnating Sunita. Then, one day after a period of arousal while thinking about Sunita and Anil, she caught me at the wrong time by casually mentioning Amita's depressed state. I know that bad things happen when you speak before you think. However, at that moment, I wasn't thinking. My blood must have been pooled in my cock rather than my brain.
"If it would make things better, you can make a baby for Amita."
Who in the hell said that? Did I just say that? What the fuck had come over me? I found myself hoping, in that flash of an instant, that Sunita would give me a way to back out. But, It didn't happen. Sunita grabbed me, hugged me, and swore that it wouldn't cause any problems between us.
Eventually, plans were made for the conception. In the week leading up to my wife's infidelity, we made love every night. Apparently, I wasn't the only one aroused at the thought of Sunita giving herself up to another man. Each night, her pussy was absolutely soaked. Each night as I licked up her sweet juices, I counted down the days until the most precious part of Sunita would be revealed to Anil.
Anil and Amita arrived at our house on that fateful Saturday night. Our kids were at Sunita's mother's house, so we had the house to ourselves. Sunita was quiet. Amita also was very quiet, but didn't seem unhappy about her husband getting ready to fuck my wife. Anil, on the other hand, was his usual ass of himself by making rude comment after rude comment about the act that was about to take place. Naturally, he was ready to consummate the deed the minute he walked in the door. I couldn't blame him for that. Sunita is much better looking that Amita, who is heavy set and plain. I suggested that maybe we all have a couple of stiff drinks to break the tension and that was readily agreed to by all.
Finally, after a half hour and a couple of drinks for everyone, Anil decided it was time. He stood up and held out his hand to Sunita. "Come on." Was all he said. Sunita stood up and looked at me. I simply nodded once in approval. Anil didn't seek any approval from Amita as Sunita placed her hand in his. I watched in disbelief as my wife slowly walked down the hall with her stud, hand in hand, and disappeared into our bedroom. The bedroom door banging shut sent a wave of repulsion into the deepest recesses of my gut. This was the feeling I should have had all along. How could I have stopped, though? After all, Amita was sitting across from me hoping that the filthy action about to take place would deliver her the baby she had dreamed about for years.
I hadn't prepared myself for the waiting. I think I assumed it would be a two minute 'wham……. Bam……. thank you ma'am' episode. Amita and I sat there quietly sipping our drinks and watching the time pass. It had been fifteen minutes. Wasn't Anil done yet? Shouldn't Sunita be coming out of our room full of his seed by now? It struck me that they could have used our guest room. Sunita shouldn't be in our marital bed with Anil's cock inside her. It was too late for those thoughts, though. As my mind delved deeper and deeper into imagining their intertwined bodies, I realized my cock was straining to escape my pants. The silence between Amita and I was deafening until those all too familiar sounds came from down the hall.....AHA…..AHA…..AHA……AHA. It was Sunita in the throes of an orgasm.
I looked at Amita. "Anil can go for a long time sometimes after he's had a few drinks." She smiled and said.
What the fuck, I thought? I never contemplated Sunita receiving enjoyment from this lewd partnership. Amita let me pump her husband full of alcohol, and now he was using my gratuity, and my bed, to pump my wife into an orgasm. Amita and I were treated to even more lovemaking sounds. Only, this time we could hear both of them moaning. Amita began to squirm in her seat. The mischievous sounds emanating from my bed must have been arousing her as well. A half hour had now passed and Sunita and Anil were still going at it. The frequency and volume of their mutual pleasure increased steadily. Finally, we heard Anil yell out. "Oh Sunita here it cums. You're about to be fucking pregnant!" Amita and I stared quietly at each other as behind closed doors her husband poured his virile sperm into my wife.
My cock begged for relief as we waited for them to come out. Minutes passed, but they didn't appear. I watched intently for our bedroom door to open and my wife to appear, but instead I was hit with the sound of Sunita's voice. "Oh gawd, Anil."
I looked at Amita.
"They must be doing it again." She said seemingly indifferent.
I just shook my head in disbelief at what was happening in my own home.
This time, another hour passed as Amita and I quietly sat there waiting for the two lovers to disengage. My cock was aching. Several times I even thought about throwing Amita down on the floor and fucking her as we waited, but I was strangely drawn to listening to what was going on in the bedroom. Their lovemaking was much louder this time. I watched Amita squirm to the sounds of her husband's moans of pleasure he was receiving from my wife's silky vagina. I continuously re-adjusted the front of my pants as Sunita screamed out the effects of another man's cock mercilessly coercing her body into waves of tremors. Once and for all both of them screamed out simultaneously and it was over.
After a few minutes, Anil appeared from our bedroom by himself. Carrying his clothes, he was half naked. He was wearing only his loose underpants. His flaccid cock, almost visible inside his loose underpants swung triumphantly from side to side in front of his ball sack. A simple thank you from him would have been nice after loaning him my wife's body, but he simply ignored me. He put on his pants and spoke directly to Amita. "Come on sona. Maybe there's a little left here for you too." With that, she stood up and they walked out the door.
I slowly made the long walk down the hall to our bedroom. Awkwardly, I looked into the room unsure of what I might see. What came into focus was exactly what my mind had envisioned. The bed covers were bunched up at the foot of the bed. Sunita's sari and blouse were strewn about the floor. She lay half naked on her back. Her petticoat was rolled up to her waste. Her hair was a mess and she looked exhausted. Wet spots on the sheets provided visual evidence of their encounter. Within the dense musky smell that permeated the room, my nose could detect faint wisps of her scent. It was that familiar scent that had always drawn me to her. I could never resist that scent. Once again it tugged at me. I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could and took me place next to her. As I did so, Sunita stared at my erection.
I felt heat radiating from her body that contrasted with the cold wet spots I now lay upon. I kissed Sunita. I could taste cigarettes in her mouth. I hadn't thought before about Anil and Sunita actually kissing. My rock hard cock twitched with desire. I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts. All along the way my senses were inundated by the powerful remains of the presence of another man. My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy nectar. I always eat her pussy when we make love. Sunita spread her legs. She wanted my face between her thighs. She seemed not to care that Anil had just been between those same soft thighs. I moved around and took my place. As I did so, a trail of Anil's sperm appeared between her labia. It slowly flowed out of Sunita and pooled on the sheets. The pungent aroma of sperm stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn't eat her this way. I wasn't prepared for this.
Instead I moved up and placed my cock at her entrance and hurriedly pushed inside. I was immediately taken back by the unusual looseness from her vagina having already been penetrated. That, plus the intense heat and overwhelming wetness was too much to take. My body immediately convulsed. My cock began sending sperm into her body in an effort to compete with that of her mate. It didn't matter that she was probably already pregnant with his baby. Over and over again I pushed my cock as far inside her as I possibly could to try and take back what was once only mine. My brain, overwhelmed by the turmoil of the day, went blank. My cock began shrinking and was involuntarily squeezed out of Sunita by her vaginal muscles. I lay there nearly unconscious until Sunita's voice brought me out of my fog.
"Honey, Anil wants to keep doing this every day until we are sure that I am pregnant."
I should have said no. Why in the hell didn't I just say no?
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]Manipulated
[/i]
I have agonised over what to call this and I could have called it a great many things but I think that the title really reflects what being a Cuckold is all about. Either others are seeking to manipulate you or your wife or you are trying to manipulate your wife or others.
There are lots of 'Cuckold' sites out there all promising a lot and none delivering what they allegedly offer. The 'stories' lack reality and most of the Video's are commercially produced pap. I have decided after a lot of thought and discussion with the only couple of other cuckolds I have met that one of the thrills of being a Cuckold other than watching your wife getting it from other men is others knowing what you are doing. Now I am not talking about brazenly broadcasting the fact or being blatant about it, I am talking about a couple of people knowing what you are up to.
We had moved house, having been very good friends with our neighbours Sally and Doug. We had lived next door to them for four and a half years before we moved to a quieter street.
We kept in contact with Sally and Doug after we moved but over the next six months, the almost daily calls to Sally by Pippa, reduced to once or twice a week. We still moved in the same circles though and Pippa and Sally would often go shopping together, something I felt was never a good idea as they seemed to encourage other to spend money.
A couple of comments were made in the following months that Sally had often been seen with another man, sometimes alone and sometimes with Doug. We spotted Sally once or twice as with this man and we began to wonder if they were having marital problems although on the occasions that we met up with them to go out together nothing seemed to be wrong, though the sightings of Sally and this man continued.
One Saturday evening Pippa came back after a shopping trip with Sally to one of those huge Shopping places. She came in with a big grin on her face. I thought at first that she must have bought something seriously expensive. She avoided all my comments to get her to talk and then said she'd tell me later.
When she eventually decided to speak up, She told me that the man was Sally's boyfriend', that Sally slept with her boyfriend with Doug watched them. It was later confirmed by Doug, that all the time we had been living next door to them, Sally had been entertaining lots of other men and Doug had been watched and filmed these encounters.
Knowing what they were doing was, I'll use the word confusing, Pippa found the whole thing exiting, I was less sure of what to say to them or anyone else for that matter. I didn't mention the matter to Doug when we next saw them but Sally and Pippa were like two young collegegirls whispering their secrets to each other.
When we got back home and were going to bed, Pippa produced some Videotape's that Sally had given her. They were tapes of Sally being poked by her boyfriend with Doug's voice encouraging them. The tapes must have been made as a compilation as Sally was also recordings of Sally with other men as well. Doug could be heard on most of them and occasionally could be seen in a mirror, naked holding the camcorder in one hand and rubbing his cock with the other. We had some vigorous sex afterwards and looking back now I can see that Pippa was more turned on by it than I was, though seeing your friends wife being screwed whilst he's watching is one hell of a turn on.
I wanted to return the tapes quietly when we next met up and pretend that we had never seen them but Sally insisted we keep them and even asked Doug if he had some more for us. I had assumed that this was something between the girls but it appeared that Doug knew we had them and was more than happy to have us watch them indeed I can see now that our knowing was exiting for him.
Using their tapes to add some spice to our sex lives and their knowing we were watching their tapes was certainly a turn on. Pippa even went out and bought some sexy lingerie.
Now I could/may have been content to leave it there. Pippa and I did discuss Sally and Doug's lifestyle but other than concluding that they were living the live they wanted to live I though that was it.
Now we come to the manipulation, looking back, I can see that the situation and I were being manipulated.
I came home Friday evening several months ago to find that Sally and a strange man were in our house chatting comfortably to Pippa. I excused myself, went upstairs and changed out of my work clothes and went back down and joined them. Pippa and Sally were both dressed up but the stranger was dressed comfortably/casually. I was not sure what was going on but joined in the conversation which was just general with the girls talking about there usual topics of clothing and shopping.
I certainly didn't get any idea anything unusual was going on even when Sally asked me to help her make some tea in the kitchen. We just chatted away making the tea until Sally suddenly told me like a bolt out of the blue that the man with her was there to fuck Pippa in front of me while I watched. That caused my head to spin and I remember my stomach feeling a cross between a pit in it and someone hitting me in it. Sally made sure I didn't leave the room until she made it very clear that it was Pippa 's idea to do this and that if I created a fuss that I would mess everything up.
I can't remember how much I had to restrain myself when we went back into the living room and saw Pippa kissing and cuddling this man with the front of her blouse wide open and his hands massaging her tits. Sally made me sit down near them but kept herself between me and them. I do remember that my mouth was so dry that I could hardly murmur. It got even dryer as the two of then writhed around with his and Pippa's clothes coming off one by one. Pippa was wearing a basque that she had bought and his taking it off was torture as he had to carefully undo the laces one by one. I tried to say something as he finally removed her knickers but my mouth was so dry I could just about croak and I could only stare when she pulled off his pants to reveal a huge cock.
All of this time Sally had been saying things in my ear but I didn't hear her and I certainly have no memory of her holding a camcorder and recording Pippa being stripped.
When Pippa knelt down in front of him only feet away from me and started sucking him, I felt me own cock straining against the front of my trousers. When Pippa started take more and more of his cock down her mouth, I felt as if I was going to come all over the place. Pippa had never taken me down and his cock was so big I couldn't understand how she could. She told me later that she had been practising for a long while so she could.
The sucking seemed to go on and on though I that was probably just my personal perception of it. When it stopped, Pippa came over and told me that we were all going to our bedroom. He picked up Pippa and she directed him to the bedroom. I followed and watched him lay Pippa on the bed. It all seemed so unreal at the time.
Pippa pulled the bedclothes off the bed while he collected my computer chair from the study. I sat down in the chair, I had to, I was feeling so light headed I would have fallen over. I can't say where Sally was but from the tape she made, she was in the room somewhere.
He climbed on top of Pippa and she spread her legs wide and wrapped them round him as they started kissing and stroking each other again. I knew what was going to happen and I wanted to stop it but something just prevented me from doing anything. Whether I really wanted them to stop, I can't say.
He was all over her, nibbling her ears, tits, legs, belly and her cunt. Pippa was really enjoying herself. The tape shows that at one point Pippa stopped and asked me if he could fuck her and told me she wanted him to fuck her whilst I was watching. I just don't remember that happening or my telling her that I wanted to watch her being taken by him. I just don't. I don't even remember saying that he should wear a condom and Pippa telling me that she wanted to feel him coming inside her and filling her belly. It happened because it's on the tape.
I do remember all too clearly and too well, watching from only a couple of feet away as he knelt on the bed as Pippa lay flat on the bed. He put her legs around his waist and pulled her down the bed and up onto his lap so that his cock was rubbing against her cunt. I remember clearly his telling me to watch carefully as he entered her. He held onto her hips and moved them with his hands in a circular motion so that the tip of his cock rubbed against the opening of her virgina. As he did this I felt Sally undo my trousers, pull down my pants and release my cock. I will remember forever, Pippa telling me she wanted me to masturbate as he had her as I will the moment that the tip of his cock pushed against her cunt and how it seemed to open of its own accord to let him in.
I remember every stroke as he pushed into her and how long it took before her cunt was stretched wide enough for him to enter her all the way. I remember the slurping sound his cock made as it pushed in and out of her and the sounds of his balls hitting her. I remember her telling him how much she wanted his cock to stretch her and how she wanted him to fuck her harder.
I tried to restrain myself for the moment when he came inside her but her fucking went on and on so I my cock leaked fluid on several occasions, not come and Sally wiped it away.
He was clearly very experienced with Cuckolding as when he was finally ready to finish her, he moved her onto her side facing me and lay behind her. He lifted her leg over his and then lined himself on her cunt. I cannot believe that I did as he suggested and held onto his cock and rubbed it against her dripping cunt and telling her that I wanted him to shoot his spunk into her belly but I did. I held it in one hand and stroked my own cock with the other with my face just inches away as he pushed it up into her. The moment which will never leave me is of her pushing down hard screaming how much she wanted it, as he pushed it up as hard as he could and filled her and as I came off knowing that I had just witnessed my wife being used by another man and that her cunt was now owned by another cock. I remember the feeling of ecstasy and well being as we lay there all worn out.
Sally, made sure I was a going to be a good cuckold as she got the man to go down stairs and make some more tea. Then she produced something like cake tongs, which she used to open up and spread Pippa's hole so that I could see by the light of her torch, all of the cum that he had sprayed into Pippa. She then made me mount Pippa and slide my cock into her wet sum filled hole. It felt hot and very, very wet. My own cock slowly revived and inflated inside her but it felt so much looser and wider. I wanted to ride her so much as she lay beneath me cuddling me but I also wanted him to come back and enter and fill her again.
Well the die was cast. He did come back and have her again twice and after each time, I slipped into her and felt my cock drowning in his cum.
That first night I couldn't sleep with all the visions in my head but Pippa did, worn out by his big cock. Next day she was like a spring lamb. She was so up and also so attentive. She made sure that I was comfortable about what had happened and that I didn't feel betrayed or that I was being pushed out.
Doug delivered the tape that Sally had made that evening. He had edited it and had done a very professional job. He even sat with us as we watched it.
Since then I have watched on several occasions as Pippa has served herself up to other men whilst I play with myself, she likes to make sure I enjoy it as well. I have sometimes done this in the company of Sally or Doug and even a voyeur who likes to watch her getting done. Knowing that spunk other than my own is being put in her is one thing, knowing that others know this is happening is even better.
PS. Sally's boyfriend has now moved into the Marital bed and Doug into the spare room. Pippa has even suggested that she find a boyfriend and we do the same so she can fulfil her marital obligations on his cock.

(FINISHED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]A CUCKOLD'S TALE
[/i]
"Oh god, SUMITA! What have you done you filthy little whore?" I grunted, my dick in my hand,
as my eyes jumped back and forth between the words on the computer screen and the naughty
picture of my Bengali wife that rested beside it.
I focused on the photo for a moment as I stroked. I never got tired of looking at it. My
wife, absent of clothes kneeling forward on the bed with that dirty look on her face, biting
down on her bottom lip. Her full, golden breasts were dangling beneath her and the crack of
her tight Bengali ass was visible just above her head. It was the only dirty picture SUMITA
had ever allowed me to take of her, thank god for Tequila!
I remembered how I used to hate that she drank so much. She was such an angry, demanding
bitch when she was drunk. After the night that picture was taken, I'd wished she drank more
often.
My eyes returned to the screen and I read on. "Oh SUMITA. Oh fuck. You dirty bitch! You
can't even control yourself, can you? You need that cock! Fucking slut! Nasty slut! Dirty
slut!" I rambled on incoherently as I took in the fictional account about some poor bastards
cheating wife, soon bringing my cock to an eruption that landed all over my chest.
In that way, as I always did, I imagined that my wife was the slutty central character in
the story I was reading. Finding that dirty Exbii site had taken my rituals of fantasizing
in an entirely new direction.
My mind always became clear in the moments after I expelled my nut. Most of the time it was
clouded by fantasy. I often had a hard time focusing on real life matters because of my
obsession with the fantasy world that existed in my head. This was my release, and I
welcomed the short-term clarity I got when I wasn't consumed by thoughts of sex.
But that clarity also came with feelings of shame and guilt. What kind of man was I to think
of my wife as a cock hungry slut? In fact I felt down right pathetic afterwards, not only
for my outrageous fantasies, but also for the way I vicariously lived them out via the
Internet, an erotic picture of my wife, and a bottle of Jergens lotion.
As much as I obsessed over the idea of SUMITA fucking other men, in those moments of clarity
I knew that I'd never have the courage to broach the subject with her, nor the courage to
risk losing her to another man. In my heart of hearts, I knew that was a good thing. The
fantasy would have to remain exactly that, for my own good, and the good of my marriage. .
"Hey sona," SUMITA said plainly as she walked through the door at 9pm that night.
"Hey sexy," I smiled at her, feeling my cock twitch.
SUMITA got off work at five. When she came home late, it usually meant she'd stopped at the
bar on her way home and had a few with her co-workers. But I knew right away she hadn't that
night because if she'd been drinking she wouldn't have called me by that affectionate
nickname.
"Sexy? Not even," My wife modestly blew off my compliment.
"Yeah, Sona, you're always sexy," I said, getting up from my seat to give her a welcome home
kiss.
"Oh no, don't you even start that with me!" SUMITA wiggled away from me, giggling, "I know
what you want!"
"Awww, come on! You know I'm always horny for you when you get home!" I followed her,
grabbing her butt before she could escape.
"No! Stop!" She slapped my hand away with a smile on her face.
I relented for a moment, letting her take off of her shoes and put away her laptop. I knew
eventually I'd get what I wanted. SUMITA tended to make initiating sex with her a chore. I
never saw it as her not wanting to, I just thought she liked to make me pursue her.
"You're home late," I noted, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, you know, we went to Bennigans after work."
"Yeah?" I said, puzzled, "You don't seem like you've been drinking."
"I only had one. I've got kind of a headache today," SUMITA shrugged.
"I hope you're not going to use the headache excuse again," I said, wrapping my arms around
her waist from behind, grinding the erection in my pants against her butt.
SUMITA gripped my hands and pried them off of her. "Stop it now, seriously. All you wanna do
is screw, screw, screw when I get home. Go watch sports or something," SUMITA said in a more
serious tone as she walked into the kitchen.
"Most women complain that their men pay too much attention to sports and not enough of it to
them," I noted.
"Well I certainly don't have that problem, do I," SUMITA said coldly as she poured herself a
glass of water.
I frowned. SUMITA was being more of a cold fish than usual. I decided to change my tactics.
"Pleeeeease?" I sank to my knees and pulled her into me by her hips.
SUMITA rolled her eyes, "Will you stop?"
"I can't help it Sona," I said, unbuttoning the front of her suit jacket, "I just want to
make love to my beautiful, hot, sexy wife." I pulled up the blouse under her jacket and
began kissing her stomach. "Pleeeeeease?" I begged a little more.
Finally she cracked a smile. "Awwww, you're so cute when you beg. You should do it more
often."
I grabbed the waist of her suit pants and attempted to undo the button, but she pushed my
hands away and turned her back on me.
"Come on, SUMITA! What gives!" I whined.
"I just don't want to, ok? What do you think anyway, I'm going to let you do it to me right
here in the kitchen?"
Now it was me rolling my eyes. I wanted to fuck her all over the house, but SUMITA always
insisted on going to the bedroom.
I peeled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor, then undid my pants and dropped them to
the floor along with my boxers. "Yes, I want to fuck you right here in the kitchen," I spun
her around and pushed her back against the counter. Her eyes got big as she saw that I was
naked. "I want to fuck my wife, and I want to fuck her now!"
"But..."
"Munni!" I stated her Bengali nick name firmly.
"Ok. Ok. But in the bedroom," SUMITA bowed her head and slid out of my grasp, heading for
our bedroom.
I smiled, seeing my wife's submissive nature kick in. When all else failed, I knew all it
took was demanding sex, rather than asking for it. I usually tried to avoid that tactic for
two reasons, the first being that I wasn't the domineering type to begin with. I much
preferred to feel like she wanted it as much as I did. And secondly, her enthusiasm for sex
when I had to force it was minimal. But I'd settle for what I could get.
SUMITA stepped into the bedroom and methodically removed her clothes while I sat on the old,
squeaky, queen-sized bed. She was mechanical in doing so, not trying to be sexy at all.
Whether she tried to be or not, I always thought she was sexy. At twenty-nine years old with
2 kids from her first marriage, her body was a little thicker than when we'd first met, but
still nice and firm.
She stripped down to her panties and bra and slid under the sheets before removing her
panties.
I scooted closer to her and began kissing her sweet smelling neck as I slid my hand down to
her hairy pussy. As my lips threatened to invade her cleavage she pulled me back up to her
neck.
"They're sensitive today," she said plainly. That was always the excuse when she didn't want
me to touch her boobs, which was often.
"I guess I'll have to find something else to do with my lips then," I said, giving her a
soft kiss on her lips before sinking below the sheets on my way to her muff.
Again she stopped me, grabbing my shoulder and giving me a tug. "You can just put it in me.
I don't need that today."
"But you're dry," I pouted, disappointed with all the rules she was throwing in my way.
"It's ok," she said, putting her hand on top of mine and pushing my fingers inside of her.
"Oh, wow," I said, surprised. She was as wet as I'd ever felt her once my fingers were
inside.
I climbed on top of her and worked my hard dick inside of her. She laid there silently as I
began to slowly pump her. "You like this don't you? Damn you're so wet tonight Sona," I
sported a cocky smile on my face.
SUMITA stayed quiet, turning her head to the side.
I was used to her lack of interaction during sex, so as always, I found a way to make it
more fun for myself. I became somebody else.
Some of my friends who were bored with their prude wives liked to close their eyes and
picture another woman under them as they hammered away. But I liked to pretend that it was
me, not her, that was another person.
I was another man who was thrusting inside of my wife's pussy. Where's your husband, slut? I
bet he doesn't fuck you like this! You like having another man's cock in your pussy? I bet
you do! I kept all of these thoughts to myself, only vocalizing them in my mind.
I was ready to cum quickly, as the idea of her lying there under another man excited me so
much that I could hardly contain myself. But she put her hands on my chest and stopped my
thrusting before I could.
"Do you want to try doing that thing again?" she said, shyly.
"What thing?" I searched my brain.
"Don't make me say it," she quickly turned her head away from me, too embarrassed to look me
in the face. "The other night...after I came home from Bennigans."
"Ohhh!" I got excited. "Really?"
She shrugged. "I mean, if you want to. I don't care, I guess."
"Um...yeah, if it's ok?"
She pushed up against my chest. "Let me turn."
I eased off of her and let her flip around onto her stomach. She buried her face in the
pillow.
I'd had to get very drunk one night while out with my friends to find the balls to touch the
topic of talking dirty during sex with her. I bitched about how she barely moaned and never
said anything when we made love. I'd been forceful that night, I pushed for it and she let
me get away with a few mild comments; "You're bad girl" and "Who's your dady", I didn't go
too far with it. She'd insisted on lying on her stomach and having me screw her in the lazy
dog position so she didn't have to look at me when I said those things.
The next day she'd gotten mad and outright refused to let me ever do it again. In fact, she
cut me off from her pussy for a week. But a few weeks later she'd come home half in the bag
after work and nonchalantly asked for it again. She still insisted on lying face down, so I
knew she was still embarrassed, but I got my wish. That time I got a little more vocal with
it, and I lasted all of 60 seconds because I'd got so turned on. She didn't hold a grudge
the morning after, but she could hardly look at me either, so I didn't push the issue again.
I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I slid into her sloppy wet cunt from behind, hoping
that this was going to become a regular thing with her. As I began to thrust, I wasted no
time in getting vocal with her.
"You like that you naughty girl? You like being fucked from behind?" I gasped, measuring my
strokes, being careful not to cum too soon like the last time.
SUMITA said nothing, but let out a very soft moan, so I continued.
"You're a bad girl, aren't you? Do you need to be spanked?"
"No," She said pointedly, into her pillow.
Bummer, I thought. Another one of my fantasies vetoed.
Her reluctance had an ill effect on my sexual mood and I felt myself getting a little softer
so I thrusted harder. I decided to push it a little further. "You're my little Bengali slut,
aren't you?" I cringed as soon as I said it, half expecting to get slapped.
SUMITA said nothing, but moaned again.
Oh yes! It's on! I thought. "Naughty little Bengali slut! You like this cock, slut? I know
you do!" I was fighting with all my might to keep from cumming, but I couldn't get my self
to slow down.
"Fuck me," she moaned into the pillow.
I almost came right there. SUMITA never said stuff like that when she was sober!
"Yeah I'm going to fuck you, you dirty Bengali whore! You want this, huh? You want it? You
like this strange dick? I bet your husband doesn't fuck you like this!"
"What?" My wife turned her head from the pillow and looked at me from the corner of her eye.
Fuck! I cursed myself in my head, realizing I'd just let my internal fantasy come out into
words. How was I going to explain that? "I uh..."
"I want you to stop now please," she said, making a sour face.
"Um...ok. If you want me to," I couldn't hide my disappointment. I started to fuck her in
silence as usual, but she pulled her self up and made me slip out of her pussy.
"No, I mean just stop. Give me my panties," she sounded very uncomfortable.
"Sona, I don't know where that came from. What a weird thing to say, huh? Just caught up in
the moment I guess."
"Can you just hand me my underwear?" SUMITA now sounded irritated.
"O...ok, Sona," I said, crawling onto the floor to retrieve them.
She snatched them from my hand and put them on under the sheets, then got up, grabbed her
bathrobe and locked herself in the bathroom without another word.
I slapped myself upside the head. "Fucking stupid!" I knew she wouldn't be speaking to me
for the rest of the night.
I didn't know exactly what it was about what I'd said that had set her off. It must have
sounded odd but it was hardly an admission of my true fantasies. But as touchy as she was
about anything outside of missionary sex, her reaction wasn't surprising.
What was more pressing to me at the moment, was my raging hard on. I was back in that
fantasy world and I knew I wouldn't be good for anything until I had an orgasm. Nothing
mattered more at that moment -- it was my perpetual Achilles heel.

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]A CUCKOLD'S TALE
[/i]


Once again I was back in front of my computer with the door to my messy office locked -- not that SUMITA would come anywhere near me for the rest of the night -- but better safe than sorry. I pulled out the dirty picture from a locked desk drawer and put it in place, then pulled up the internet.
I sat there thinking about how it had come to this. Porn had been an occasional crutch for my sex life in between girlfriends at first. But a long dry spell after college had made it more of a wheel chair than a crutch, and soon it
was an obsession. I'd sometimes choose to sit home on the weekends while my friends partied, preferring to indulge in all night masturbation binges. Talking to girls wasn't easy for me, but porn stars were a sure thing. Straight boy-girl porn wasn't enough after a while. It turned into girl-girl, then three ways, then gangbangs, BDSM, fetishes, I just had to keep pushing the limits. At some point I even began whacking off to an occasional gay porno, just to push the envelope - to feel like
there was something taboo still left out there.
And when nothing seemed taboo anymore, I found myself increasingly unfulfilled, even depressed. Nothing satisfied my appetite anymore, everything was too tame. I couldn't even get it up half the time when I did find a girlfriend; they were all too vanilla to excite me. Ironically, I ended up falling in love with the most vanilla girl of them all, SUMITA.
SUMITA was piss drunk when I met her at a wedding party in a hotel with my friends, which made her the aggressor. I would never have had the balls to talk to a woman that hot, nor would she have approached me if she'd been sober, again, thank god for Tequila! She seemed wild, and that excited me. We fucked in the back of my car that night, and the sex was awkward and clumsy at best, but I'd never come close to screwing a woman that fine before, so that was all the excitement I needed. never expected her to call me after that night, but she did. I'd soon find out that SUMITA was just as boring as me without the liquid encouragement. But that's partly in the hotel what made us click. I didn't need to pretend to be exciting and adventurous, and she was wholly content just having someone who she could talk to, cuddle with, and who didn't smack her around for not having dinner ready.
She was in a miserable arranged marriage to a man from kolkata, and I was a lonely pervert who was tired of making love to my palm. We were both desperate for something more
fulfilling, and we found that in each other. The fct that she was married and a mother of 2 never escaped me when I fucked her, and for the time, that was my excitement in the sex department.
When she finally divorced him, left her kids and married me, the thrill of sneaking around and poking another man's wife was gone. The taboo of marrying another man’s well used wife and convincing her to left her kids was all I had left to excite me sexually, but that was wearing thin. Marrying a woman with two kids seemed to be everywhere, it wasn't such a big deal anymore.
But we did have love, and that wasn't lost on me. We laughed a lot, we understood each other - at least outside of the bedroom - and we shared a deep emotional bond. She felt like I'd saved her from a life of servitude to an ungrateful prick, and she'd saved me from eternal loneliness. For a while I was able to focus on the less shallow aspects of our relationship.
I was literally getting by on love alone - sex was side note. I convinced myself that I'd rather be happily married and sexually deprived, than the lonely pervert I was.
But after the first couple of years we inevitably found ourselves in a rut, facing the
ultimate relationship killer -- boredom. She'd been sober for the most part during those first years, but when she started drinking regularly again, I knew something was wrong. Liquor had been her crutch when she was at her wits end with her last marriage, and I feared history was repeating itself. Likewise, I was back to my porn habit and hiding out in my office to jerk off.
When she was sober she seemed content, albeit less affectionate than before. But when she came home drunk, she had a laundry list of things to bitch about. I was suddenly too boring, we never went anywhere, we never had enough money, I left the toilet seat up, and I was always in that stupid office. I'd return fire with the only weapon I had -- you don't ever fuck me! She'd apologize for everything when she was sober, and so would I, but I knew -- a drunk mouth speaks for a sober heart.We were on edge for the next two years. Everyday I feared we were nearing the end. I knew that SUMITA feared the same thing, but somewhere along the line we'd lost our ability to communicate with each other so we seldom discussed how things had gone down hill or how to fix them. She was keeping herself sane via her crutch -- liquor, and I was using mine -- pornography.
Falling back into my old habits, I was always searching for the next taboo fetish to get off to when the old ones had ceased to be interesting. I stumbled across one so obvious that I couldn't believe I'd never given it a serious look before - swinging.
There were tons of wife swapping sites on the Internet. At first I watched videos of couples swapping partners. I remembered the feeling of screwing another man's wife and it immediately appealed to me. When watching other types of pornography I always personalized the fantasy by imagining myself doing those things with my wife. I even dared to think that some day she'd come out of her shell and doing those things would be a real possibility. But swinging was out of the question. My traditional bengali wife on rare occasion showed flashes of willingness to explore new kinks, but she was far too possessive to ever consider such a thing. So when I
fantasized about swinging my mind forced me to leave SUMITA out of the fantasy, because it was plainly impossible But at some point I stopped focusing on the pleasure of being able to screw someone else's wife, and began to ponder the other aspect of wife swapping that I'd largely ignored; what it was like to have another man screwing mine at the same time? It didn't take long for me
to discard the idea of screwing other men's wives and completely zero in on the latter.
I knew SUMITA wouldn't swap with me, but would she cheat?
The thought scared the shit out of me to the point of making me sick in the stomach at first, partly because we had drifted so far apart that I couldn't rule it out. She had after all, cheated on her first husband with me, and left her kids to her to him. But at the same time it excited me like nothing else ever had. Imagining my prude, wife, whoring around like some cheap slut, gave me a rush.
Maybe it was easier to harbor a fantasy like that because we weren't as close at the time, so it was easier to detach myself from the emotional side of things. It was also easier for me to picture it as a reality more so than a fantasy, because unlike the other fetishes I'd obsessed over; this was smething she'd actually done before. I knew I wasn't the first person she'd cheated on her ex-husband with.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A CUCKOLD'S TALE



My newest sexual obsession had begun. After that, every time I watched porn I imagined that it was my wife getting fucked on

that screen, by someone other than me. I drifted away from the swinger sites and found more of an infatuation with sites that

focused solely on men watching their wives fuck other men. I learned the term cuckold and it became a staple in my search

engine.

That led me to Exbii. At first I wasn't so interested in reading about sex I could be watching on a video. But porno, with

all of the cheesy plot lines, if there was one at all, left something to be desired. I knew those guys sitting their watching

the porn starlet get screwed weren't actual husbands.

Somehow it became just as important to me how they got to the scene as what happened in it. I wanted more realism in my

fantasies, because for a while, there was a big part of me that actually considered just how real this fantasy could become.

And I wanted that, I wanted SUMITA to spread her legs for another man.

It started with scenarios involving women who fucked men to please their voyeuristic husbands. But like everything else in

the dark world of my obsession, it escalated. Soon I was paying attention to the most extreme, humiliating, cuckold stories

there were. I couldn't get enough of it. As my obsession grew, my self-esteem plummeted.

There were days I'd want to throw up just looking at my wife. The guilt of knowing what dirty fantasies I had about her ate

at me. Our marriage was hanging on by a thread, and thinking about losing her forever was the saddest feeling in the world.

One minute I'd be plotting on how to get her laid, the next I'd be racking my brain trying to figure out how to fix things

between us.

I was posting on cuckold websites asking strangers for advice on how to get SUMITA to fuck someone else. I was serious about

it. But no good advice came. Then I'd be on relationship websites asking strangers how to put the fire back in my marriage.

No good advice came.

Then one day I found an online friend named Anghsu. He was the author of some of my favorite cuckold stories from Exbii. I'd

sent him a rather jubilant e-mail expressing my love of his work one day, which was more like worshipping at his feet since I

was rock hard in my fantasy mindset when I wrote it. He replied in kind, and we began an ongoing dialogue about my wife, and

my fantasies.

Deep down I realized this guy was probably as sick as I was, but he also seemed very grounded and down to earth. Who was I to

judge? We were seeds from the same tree. He made no outlandish claims about his experiences in the lifestyle, although he

vaguely admitted to having some hands on experience with cuckolding. He didn't give me any pie-in-the-sky idea's about

turning my wife into an overnight whore, but he did do his part in persuading me to pursue it. Sometimes I got the feeling he

wanted to see it happen for me as badly as I did at the time.

By the same token, he appeared sympathetic to the conflicted nature of my desires. He listened and showed empathy when I

backpedaled and recanted my deviant wishes in favor of rekindling the love in my marriage. He could be a total perv right

along with me, or play the role of marriage councilor. Not only that, he was the only one I had to discuss such things with.

I might have gone nuts if I hadn't had that outlet to vent my conflicted feelings.

During that vulnerable time in my life, I shared more information about myself and SUMITA than any logical person would ever

consider giving a stranger. Hell, I'd sent him pictures of SUMITA and myself, talked about work, talked about family, this

guy could have written my biography. But Anghsu never felt like a stranger to me, he was a friend. A very strange friend, but

the same could have been said about me from his end.

Then came that strange night - the night I'd taken the picture of SUMITA naked on our bed. She'd come home drunk off her ass

after another drinking binge at Bennigans. I was fully prepared for another unprovoked attack on my character and a lengthy,

emotional fight. I was used to it when she came home in that state. I got attacked all right, but in a very different way.

SUMITA started peeling off her clothes the second she stepped in the door, laughing and stumbling around. I stood there in a

total state of confusion, wondering what had happened to my wife. She stripped off everything and tackled me to the living

room floor, kissing me with the kind of passion that hadn't existed between us in years.

I was stunned but not about to ruin the moment by asking for an explanation, so I went with it. She was aggressively ripping

off my clothes and using sexual innuendo like I'd never heard come out of her mouth before, save for the first night I'd met

her. For the first time since the night I met her, we fucked somewhere other than the bedroom, as she mounted me and rode me

hard right on the living floor. That was another first, SUMITA never got on top.

I remembered her pussy being wetter than I'd ever felt it before; it was sloppy and made a huge mess of our carpet. I

remembered the hungry look in her eyes as she fucked me. Her aggressiveness had turned me on so much that I couldn't manage

to make it last more than couple of minutes. But she wasn't satisfied with that.

She led me to the bedroom and told me she was feeling naughty. That's when the camera came out, at her suggestion. She was

posing for me in various suggestive positions, showing me an exhibitionistic side of her that I never knew existed.

Unfortunately, in my excitement I'd forgot to put the memory card in the camera! It was too late when I finally realized it

and dug out the memory card. She'd lost her mood for posing and I'd only gotten the one last photo of her kneeling on the

bed, before she snatched the camera from me and moved on to something else.

That something else was sucking my cock. That was big deal for me, because I could count on one hand the number of blowjobs

she'd given me in the four years prior to that; three. She sucked me like she never had before that night, she was hungry and

enthusiastic about it unlike the other times, and she refused to quit before I came. Having already cum once I was lasting

quite a while, until she threw another curveball my way.

While sucking my cock, she lubricated a finger with her mouth, reached between my legs and slithered her finger into my ass!

That was my introduction the prostate massage, and with her working me over with her finger and mouth at the same time, I was

blowing seed all over her face in no time flat.

Staring at my sexy wife with my cum splattered all over her face drove me nuts. She looked the part of the cock hungry cum

slut I'd always made her out to be in my fantasies. When she pulled me to her lips and kissed me that way, it was one of the

most erotic things she'd ever done.

She didn't wipe it off either when she demanded I fuck her again. I was exhausted but she did all the work, riding my face

for a very long time while I licked her sloppy pussy before hopping on my dick again and riding me until the sun came up. The

next day she was silent and hardly even looked at me. I knew she was embarrassed about it.

But after that, things began to change for the better. Sex was still as mundane as ever on her sober days, but when she drank

there was a lot less arguing and a lot more fucking. A blowjob was a virtual lock, along with the accompanying prostate

massage, and I always got to blow my load on her face. She was aggressive, and needy, and took control. All I did was hang on

for the ride and do whatever she asked.

The catch 22 was that her drinking became much less frequent, and with it so did the good sex. But the rift between us seemed

to dissipate. We were talking and communicating again, and enjoying each others company like we had before. It was like we'd

somehow re-fallen in love. The next six months were good.

With our relationship on more solid ground, I all but abandoned the idea of getting her to fuck other men. I did not however,

abandon the fantasy. Wanting SUMITA to be a slut for other men was still an obsession, and if anything, the obsession became

even stronger. But I'd finally resigned myself to leaving it forever as a fantasy. I no longer thought of ways to actually

make it happen.

I sighed deeply after recounting those events in my head, feeling a little less horny than before.

"Here I go again," I shook my head, "A fucking slave to a fantasy." I pulled up Exbii and clicked on one of my favorite

stories, one written by Anghsu.

I looked at the lotion, but hesitated to begin my ritual. I sat there, idle, cursing myself. I could have been fucking my

beautiful wife, but instead I was about to masturbate to the idea of her fucking someone else. I rarely felt such remorse

before an orgasm, that self-torture was reserved for afterwards, but that night was different.

I almost clicked off the Internet and went to try and make another go at my wife. And even if she wasn't going to put out

that night maybe I'd just hold her...but I didn't. And that would later prove to be a life changing decision.


(To Be Continued)

---

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]A CUCKOLD'S TALE
[/i]



My hard dick was already in hand when my instant messenger beeped. I clicked on it. The message was from Anghsu79 -- Anghsu's screen name.

Anghsu79: Thinking dirty thoughts?

Me: Well I'm online aren't I? LOL Reading one of yours.

Anghsu79: Good choice. Cock in hand?

Me: You know it.

Anghsu79: Shall I let you get back to it?

Me: No. I got all night. In the dog house.

Anghsu79: What now?

Me: Slip of the tongue during sex.

Anghsu79: ....Did you tell her?

Me: No. But accidentally said something along the lines.

Anghsu79: She drunk again?

Me: No. Unfortunately. But she suggested the dirty talk again.

Anghsu79: Suggested it sober? She's coming around. Now is the time.

Me: Time for...?

Anghsu79: Stop torturing yourself. Tell her. The truth will set you free.

Me: Just a fantasy. Not going to happen. She'd flip.

Anghsu79: Fantasy is only a prelude to reality my friend. You can have it.

Me: Don't want it.

Anghsu79: No? I disagree. I know better.

Me: LOL. Maybe.

Anghsu79: Not maybe. You need it. Your slut wife needs it too. SUMITA wants to be a whore. And you want her pussy used.

My cock jumped as I read his words. I loved it when he talked that way. It was far more erotic to hear someone talking about

my wife directly than trying to mentally insert her name into a fictional story, especially someone who knew so much about

her and I.

Anghsu79: There?

Me: Yeah, sorry.

Anghsu79: Got excited, didn't you.

Me: What can I say? LOL

Anghsu79: See...told you...you deny yourself...you deny her.

Me: It's not so simple.

Anghsu79: But it is. Your fear gets in the way. Bliss awaits both of you.

Me: Or divorce.

Anghsu79: That won't happen. Love is love. Sex is sex.

Me: For me. Not for her.

Anghsu79: Not so. You are fooled by her fear...when she's sober. But when she's been to the bar she loves sex, yes? A drunk

mouth speaks for a sober heart -- your words.

Me: Seems that way.

Anghsu79: She can't get enough. You told me.

Me: True.

Anghsu79: And you don't give her enough. You can't satisfy her when she's in that state.

Me: She's insatiable.

Anghsu79: Like I said. You don't satisfy her.

I felt a lump in my throat. When he put it like that, I felt my insecurities flaring up.

Me: I am too small down there and I probably don't go long enough.

Anghsu79: We've been through this. You don't satisfy her. You told me that. You know it. Don't lie to yourself it's not

healthy my friend.

Me: I guess.

Anghsu79: You guess? We're always honest with each other. You're denying your own words now?

Me: No.

Anghsu79: Then just say it. Say what you said before. Sober she lays there like a lump of coal. Intoxicated she gives you

more than you can handle. You can't satisfy your wife. Say it.

Me: I can't satisfy my wife.

I got a chill as I typed those words. Anghsu had a way of forcing reality to slap me in the face.

Anghsu79: But someone else can. You know it. And she knows it too. So what do you think will happen?

Me: I don't know.

Anghsu79: She was a cheating whore when you met her. What will stop her this time?

Me: Love, I hope.

Anghsu79: That's not what you hope. You hope she will offer her whore pussy to another man to get what you can't give her.

That's what you hope.

Me: I don't want to lose her.

My heart was beating frantically, and my cock was stiffening.

Anghsu79: Things have been good lately, yes?

Me: Yes. For the most part.

Anghsu79: Then now is the time. Go with her on the journey before she goes it alone. You'll both be happier.

I couldn't respond. It sounded crazy and it made sense at the same time. My conflicted emotions kept me frozen.

Anghsu79: You're hard right now thinking about that little Bengali slut of yours getting it good from a strange cock.

Reflexively, I answered: Yes.

Anghsu79: Care to play a little?

Me: Ok.

Anghsu79: What did she wear today?

Me: Red sari, white petticoat underneath. Nothing special. Normal Work clothes.

Anghsu79: And her underwear?

Me: Black bra, and blue panty, I think. It was dark in the room as usual.

Anghsu79: They were purple. I know because I saw them today when I fucked her.

Me: oh

It was all I could think to say. When Anghsu and I played this game he did most of the typing. I'd be busy jerking off.

Anghsu79: Your bitch was walking through the south city mall blabbing on her cell phone. She was talking to someone about how

pathetic you were in bed. She was talking very loud and everyone could hear her. I wonder if it was anyone you know?

Anghsu79: I followed her into a store I think “pantaloons”. Wait, let me look at the receipt...yep “pantaloons”. She was

searching for a new outfit. She told the person on the phone she needed to buy something sexy to attract someone who could

fuck her better.

Anghsu79: I knew that slut was ripe for a good fuck so I made sure I brushed up against her tight little ass with my big hard

dick in my jeans as I passed her in the store. It wasn't quick either. She got a good feel for what I had to offer.

Anghsu79: She couldn't stop smiling at me. A hot little piece of Bengali ass, that wife of yours. I knew she'd make a good

pin cushion for my cock. So while she was picking through things on the rack, I pressed up behind her again.

Anghsu79: Only this time I didn't move. I put my hands on her hips, pressed my bulge against her ass, and rubbed against her

for quite a while. She didn't stop me. She started breathing harder. I told her to hang up the phone. She did.

Anghsu79: I told her that if she wanted to be sexy she should wear something that showed her body off more. I grabbed the

skimpiest little dress on the rack. I think she got excited just looking at it. But she frowned at the Rs 5000 price tag.

Anghsu79: I told her I'd buy it for her if she put it on for me. She got excited about that. Money has been a little tight

lately, yes?

Me: It has.

Anghsu79: I know. She bitched as much about your inability to provide a better lifestyle for her as she did about your sorry

excuse for a sex life. But more so than that, your wife really just wanted the chance to get naked for me.

Anghsu79: She wasn't as shy with me as she is with you. Maybe because she knew I saw her as nothing more than place to dump

my sperm. She didn't have to pretend otherwise, or worry about what I'd think of her. She already knew what I thought of her.

Anghsu79: I took her into a gent’s dressing room. It was empty near the trial room so I entered with her and told her to

strip. The fucking whore couldn't even hide her excitement. She peeled off that red sari in no time while I sat there and

watched. I even made her dance for me a little in her underwear.

Anghsu79: Then I told her to take that off too. She needed it explained to her that a slut like her has no reason to be

wearing underwear. The wife hesitated a little too long to do it so I gave her ass a good hard spanking. That got her pussy

wetter than before.

Anghsu79: She was dripping, my friend. Juice was running down her thigh. The whole dressing room smelled like her hairy cunt

when she took her panties off. It was fun watching her trying to squeeze into that dress, too.

Anghsu79: Your wife wears a size 7, or a medium at the store. The dress I picked for her was an extra small. She started to

get whiny about how it was too small, but I told her to shut the fuck up and put it on or I'd drag her out of the fitting

room naked.

Anghsu79: I think she liked that idea because she just stood there staring at the dress like she couldn't figure out how to

put it on. So I opened the door to the fitting room and pushed her out. There were two guys sitting out there waiting for

their wives.



Anghsu79: I made her apologize and promise to put the dress on. Took her a while to get it on. She had a little too much ass

and hip to pull it all the way down so it left the bottom half of her ass sticking out.

Anghsu79: From where I was sitting I could see cunt hair underneath the hem. Her breasts didn't fit much better. Those are

some beauties. The dress didn't cover any more than her little nipples.

Anghsu79: I pulled up her dress and smacked her on the ass.
I was stroking my dick voraciously, hanging on every word when he'd stopped. I waited for him to continue but he didn't.

Me: And? What!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!

Anghsu79: You sure you want to hear the rest of this?

Me: Yes!

Anghsu79: Say please.

Me: Pleeeeeeeease!

Anghsu79: How about I tell you in person?

Me: Are you joking?

Anghsu79: Not at all. We've been chatting now for what, 7 or 8 months? Why not meet? I'm not too far from you. You're in

Howrah. I'm in Jadavpur.

I paused a moment contemplating his request. It never occurred to me that he might live in the same state as me, let alone a

nearby area. I'd never asked. For that reason, the thought of meeting him never seemed like a possibility. I thought it might

be nice to have a real life friend with a similar interest. My fantasy world was a lonely one, save for him.

Anghsu79: I haven't got all night.

Me: Where? When?

Anghsu79: Ratna hights, Jadavpure. Leave now.

Me: Now? It's kinda late. Tomorrow maybe?

Anghsu79: Now or never. Also, bring a pair of your wife's worn panties. Let's have some fun.

"Let me get this straight. I'm supposed to drive to Jadavpur to meet a guy I met on an Internet porn site and deliver a pair

of my wife's dirty underwear?" I spoke out loud to no one. "And why now or never?"

Me: You gotta admit, this sounds a little weird.

Anghsu79: It's your fantasy. I'm only here to help. It will be like your first time willingly sharing your wife's cunt. Think

about it. I also have some things I want to show you. You'll enjoy. TRUST ME.

Me: What is it?

Anghsu79: Only one way to find out. Room 217. Don't keep me waiting.

After that he signed off.

I had a deep curiosity about what it was he had to show me. My cock was still hard. And Anghsu never failed to deliver with

his ideas and stories; his mind was as filthy as mine. Plus, I liked the guy.

And the thing about bringing my wife's used panties also peeked my interest. I guessed he wanted to see what her pussy

smelled like. Awfully damn kinky in my book, but the thought excited me. It would be as close as any other man had ever

gotten to SUMITA's pussy during our marriage.

But still, it was a weird situation. I was trying to let common sense prevail over my sexually driven euphoria. But that was something that almost never happened.
(TO Be Continued)

---

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]A CUCKOLD'S TALE
[/i]
[i]
I was shaking outside of room 217. I'd been standing there for almost five minutes and still hadn't knocked. It wasn't too late to turn around.
But who was I kidding? I'd come this far because my obsession ruled me. I had no power over it but for the palm of my own hand. I could have rubbed one out on my own and gotten enough mental clarity to avoid being here. But that was only delaying the inevitable. Bearing the burden of my all-consuming fantasy alone was wearing me down. I needed to share it.
I knocked. A tall, fortyish man with slightly graying black hair opened the door, a towel wrapped around his waist. I thought he somewhat favored Sunny deol.
"I was wondering how long you were going to stand out there before you knocked," Anghsu spoke with a slight southern accent, standing aside as he held the door.
"Put yourself in my shoes," I said, cautiously stepping into the room.
"Oh, I understand you very well. That's why I let you stand out there and go through your process. I'm a patient man when I choose to be."
The room was small and had a peculiar smell to it. The queen-sized bed looked slept in. The floral print comforter was in a heap on the floor. A half empty bottle of MacDowell sat atop the dresser. The room was tidy aside from that. Not a total dive, but nothing special.
"Excuse the condition of the room. I had a small party in here earlier and I've only just started cleaning up from it," He said, strolling in to the tiny bathroom and dispensing some deodorant under his arms. "A party, huh?" I stood near the entrance of the room. "A couple of friends of mine, and another man's wife," He said, plainly looking at me in the mirror.
"I see," I nodded. "Ohhhhh," I belatedly realized what he meant.
"Tall, late twenties, a mother of two and nice lactating breasts. Fucked her in every orifice with her husband on speaker phone," Anghsu stated matter-of-factly, grinning. "Sounds like fun," I answered, fidgeting with my hands, aimlessly looking around the room.
"You knew that about me, I presume," He asked, coming out of the bathroom and walking to the dresser. "That you had a party?" "That I fuck other men's wives for sport." "You're a bull?" "That term annoys me, but use it if you like," Anghsu poured some MacDowell into two plastic cups. "Actually, I didn't. I mean, I wasn't sure. In your stories you always write from the cuckold's perspective. But then when we started chatting you always did seem kind of...I don't know...aggressive?"
"I like writing as if the shoe were on the other foot. I find the dynamics of the submissive mind, fascinating. I'm particularly intrigued by those of you who have such a self-deluded image that you lack self-value to the point of actually favoring minimal sexual gratification, pain even, emotional and physical. I try, and if I do say so myself, succeed very well in conveying that type of psycho-sexual dysfunction in my stories because I've gained what I think is a very unique perspective on the situation."
I scratched my head trying to figure out if he had just insulted me or not. Trying not to sound ignorant, I addressed the part that I did understand. "I wouldn't necessarily say I'm a submissive." Anghsu chuckled. "I would," he said, handing me a cup of MacDowell. "Here, this will loosen you up a bit."
"Got me all figured out, huh?"
"I'd say so," He said, arrogantly. "I've encountered all types in this lifestyle. Some men are just victims of cold, selfish, calculating women and don't have the backbone to stand up for themselves. Others simply devalue their women so greatly that they long to see them used and humiliated, but also lack the backbone to do it themselves, detaching themselves from the act by putting it in another mans hands so they can hold on to their delusions of being a loving husband."
"Shit, what are you, the professor of cuckolding or something?" I wondered if he could sense the complex he was giving me. "So which one do you think I am?"
"Neither," he smiled. "Which is why I'm particularly interested in you. You convey the type of emotion and feelings that usually have to be absent to practice cuckoldry. I believe you actually do love and value your wife. And SUMITA doesn't seem to be the manipulative type either, even though she is a whore."
Hearing him call my wife a whore sent a chill down my spine and rush of blood to my dick.
Somehow the effect was greater hearing it said out loud than seeing him type it on a screen. I quickly slammed the half-full cup MacDowell .
"See what I mean," he cackled. "You get uncomfortable at the suggestion of your wife being anything but an angel, yet it excites you so much. I love it."
"So what am I, some sort of science project to you?"
"A lab rat of sorts," Anghsu laughed.
My expression got dark. "I'm kidding! Lighten up!" He said, pouring me another cup of MacDowell . "Sit down and relax for crying out loud! Get comfortable! I know you are tensed, but you're in good company." "The room is fine," I shrugged, sitting at the edge of the bed, "I just get a little awkward meeting new people."
It's the kind of room I'd fuck your slut, Bengali wife in."
As I instantly converted his words into a mental picture, my cock stiffened. "I suppose," I replied meekly.
Part of me felt obligated to sock him in the mouth for that remark. I had to remember the context in which we'd met. Spoken words verses written words. This was far more real now, and I was still adjusting.
Besides that, Anghsu was an imposing physical figure. I wasn't so sure I could take him anyway. "So like I was saying," Anghsu sat beside me on the bed. "I've taken quite an interest in you and your wife, as you know."
"Because I'm supposedly different than the other husbands you've dealt with?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes. For one I think it would be fascinating to see how you react to the realization of your fantasy. And for another, I have to tell you, I really loathe most of the men whom I've cuckolded. A lot of their wives too. It was easy for me to use and humiliate them because of that. I'm sure you can imagine, the lack of respect I had for their marriages made me excellent at it. They were role-playing. I wasn't." Anghsu's gaze drifted towards the window as he took a long swig of the liquor. "What are you saying, Anghsu? You want to..."
"To make you the cuckold you've always wanted to be," he finished my sentence. "It'll be a
challenge for me, because honestly, I actually like you." He put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "But in spite of that, I fully intend to use your wife like I have every other whore I've encountered, and I will treat you the same as I've treated their husbands. I won't deny you the full experience, I promise."
"Um...look, that's flattering, I guess. But like I've been telling you, I don't think I
could actually go through with it," I said, finishing another glass of MacDowell .
"Well, that's the beauty of this lifestyle, you don't necessarily have to go through with anything. You simply remain passive, if not submissive, and let it happen like all sissy husbands do. Let me take control," Anghsu looked me directly in the eyes.
Did he just imply that I was a sissy? I wondered. "Anghsu, I don't know. I'm playing with fire here," I shook my head.
"That's part of the thrill," he smiled. "And the way I see it, it's inevitable that it will
happen. You're fighting a losing battle with your demons. And your wife craves a real man to fuck her. Wouldn't you rather put it in the hands of someone who won't completely try to destroy your marriage? Believe me, if she's allowed to stray with a man who doesn't understand this lifestyle he will ultimately seek to posses your woman. I merely want to use her." I stood up, went to the dresser, poured some more MacDowell and promptly downed it. "You make it sound like I'm going to lose her if I don't do this." "You have to admit, it's a real possibility, all things considered. You have no idea." I sighed deeply, and faintly nodded as I fell back onto the bed. "But what makes you so sure that this will be the solution? What makes you think she'd even be a part of anything like this? As much as I fantasize about her cheating, it would kill me. "I'd have to be involved, you know? I have to be a willing participant, and she has to know that I am. None of that hiding in closets bullshit and letting her think I don't know. And I don't see how I could get myself to explain to her, how I could be ok with that. I wouldn't even know where to start."
Anghsu grinned, knowingly. "It's the solution because unlike her previous husband, she knows she has a man who loves her, and she loves you back. But she also seeks to fulfill the part of her that's still wanting. If she truly believes she can have her cake and eat it too, by keeping your love and getting well fucked by another, why would she refuse? The rest, you just leave that to me. When the time comes, she'll be posing the question to you, not the other way around. I can make sure of that. I'm a master at this."
For the first time ever I found myself seriously contempla ting my fantasy becoming a reality. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might jump out of my chest and land in Anghsu's lap. "And you...you really think you can do this? I mean, I don't even know if you're her type, no offense."
"My friend, I'm already half way there."
"What do you mean?"
"I told you I have something to show you. Brace yourself." Anghsu leaned over and grabbed a laptop computer from the nightstand and set it in his lap. He opened it and began clicking and typing. "About that little fantasy story I was telling you earlier."
"The one you still haven't finished? You really had me going, I wish you wouldn't have stopped."
"Sorry, but I'm going to leave the ending up to your imagination. You'll have more fun with it that way. What I wanted to say was, what if I told you that story wasn't a fantasy?"
My heart skipped a beat. He had to be fucking with me. "I'd say you were bullshitting me."
"Well, I am a fiction writer, and so I do take some liberties," Anghsu turned his head and looked at me squarely, "But I can guarantee you that at least some of what I told you actually did happen today."
My lower jaw hung open involuntarily. I didn't know what to say. "H...how?" was all I could muster. Part of me didn't believe him. Part of me wanted to. All of me was numb.
He turned the laptop screen towards me and set it in my lap. "Feel free to scan through these at your leisure."
I was looking at Anghsu's email inbox. I first noticed one of the messages I'd sent him.
Then I noticed several messages from a familiar e-mail address...it was my wife's. My glance immediately shot in his direction.
Anghsu was smiling. "SUMITA and I have been chatting for a while."
I frantically opened the most recent e-mail, titled - Re; Feeling naughty today? The first thing I saw was a picture of SUMITA standing in what appeared to be a bathroom. I could tell it was a self-shot cell phone pic. She was holding her red sari and the blouse underneath open, exposing her bra-clad breasts, and her petticoat pants rolled up to her waste, showing off her panties. Her underwear was purple, like he'd said. The message was short and sweet – 'Always feeling naughty for you'. My hands were shaking so badly it was difficult to open the next one. I couldn't speak, or even look at Anghsu.
The next one was from two days earlier and had no picture, only text. 'Yeah, I hear what you're saying. It was fun though. My emotions are all over the place these days. I'm happy though, mostly.' It was far too vague for me to understand the nature or the meaning of the message.
The next one contained another low quality cell phone picture. It appeared to be in our kitchen. SUMITA was holding the cell phone out in front of her, only her upper half was visible, and she had on only a bra. Her mouth was opened wide and she was pushing a cucumber into it. The text was short, and read like an inside joke - 'Stretch! LOL' I continued rummaging through his e-mail. Many of them were only text and most were short. My wife was discussing her emotions, her moods, and our relationship, explaining things her and I had done, and conversations we'd had. Some of them discussed her job and co-workers, most I knew, and some I didn't. All of the messages were about as vague as the first one I'd read and left me little to go on as far as figuring out what the nature of her involvement with Anghsu was. A few of them had pictures attached. A couple of them were innocent enough, fully clothed, smiling. One had both of us in it, I remembered the night we took it. The majority of them though, had her in various stages of undress in a provocative pose. I hadn't found any of them with nudity.
Most of what I read was pretty tame. But a few things concerned me more than others. There was one picture of her lying on a bed, one that wasn't ours, wearing only panties, a see through typel, and her legs spread wide. Given the distance and angle I knew she couldn't have snapped it herself with a cell phone. Had Anghsu taken that picture?
I was also bothered by a name that kept popping up a lot, Nikhil. I had no idea who that was, and nothing in particular was said that bothered me, just that she mentioned him so much. The main thing that bothered me was a passage of text in one of the messages that read –
'After we made love tonight, I went into the bathroom and cried. I was at my wits end. I finally had to accept the fact that I can never have an orgasm with the man I love. No matter how he tries, he will never satisfy me.'
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(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]A CUCKOLD'S TALE
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"Good choice, because you're marriage might be in a bit of trouble again," Anghsu laid back, propping up a pillow behind his head. "Keep stroking, boy. You really know how to work a cock with your hand. All that practice at jerking off really shows."
"Anghsu..." I began.
"Address me as sir from this point on," Anghsu said, sternly.
"Sir? What kind of trouble is my marriage in? I thought she was happy?"
"Well, SUMITA was getting restless. We were having fun with the cyber and phone sex, but that slut of ours has a needy pussy that needed to get stuffed. So I gave her permission to fuck someone," Anghsu answered casually.
My eyes got wide. "You gave her permission!"
Anghsu smiled big. "Well, sort of. I can't say I've fully put her under my control yet. But she did consult me about the idea of spreading her legs for someone she likes. Not to say she wouldn't have done it anyway, but I think she needed me to make her feel ok about it. So I did."
"My, my, my wife is fucking someone?" I felt my body shaking.
"For the past few months," Anghsu nodded. "There have been a few, but only one that you ought to really be concerned about. His name is Nikhil."
"SUMITA is fucking someone else," I repeated, lost in my thoughts.
"Spreading her pussy around like the whore she is," Anghsu chuckled. "Snap out of it, dear. I know your feelings are a mixed bag, but it does no good to think of the negatives. Just take it with a grain of salt and enjoy your fantasy."
"I, I know. You're right," I said, not truly convinced. "How many men has she been with? Did she tell you about it? Did she like it?" I rattled off questions in a frenzy.
"The first was a your neighbor Sunil Sharma.
"That guy? He's a bustard! My god he is well over 50. He has 3 children’s and he beats his wife.
Anghsu grinned. "And his experience showed in his bathroom where he fucked her. His wife was ill and was sleeping in the upstairs. Your wife said he pounded her cunt like an animal, and she enjoyed it quite a bit. But She wasn't happy about his arrogance and dictating attitude.. Only 2 months and no repeat business for him."
"In a bathroom wile his wife was sleeping upstairs?" “My god… what a slutty act that was”. Then I remembered banging her in the hotel parking lot the night I'd met her. I guessed she was staying true to form. I wrapped my free hand around my own cock.
The second guy didn't have a name. He was a college student. A random pick up at a friends birthday party and she got herself fucked in the back seat of his Honda city. First orgasm she's had in years that she didn't have to give herself. Dark hair, grey eyes, skinny...she definitely has a type."
"The backseat of a Honda city," I breathed heavily as I stroked my dick. "Slut...whore..."
"You're focusing a little too much on your pleasure and not enough on mine. Work my cock, dear," Anghsu said irritably.
"Sorry," I said, meekly.
Anghsu grabbed my hand and stopped my rhythm. "Take your clothes off."
I looked at him blankly.
"And put these on," he tossed SUMITA's panties into my lap.
I didn't move, shocked at what he was asking me to do.
"You've read my stories and gotten off to them, so don't look stunned when I make a simple request like this. I'm about to get to the important part. But if you'd like me to stop and leave you alone, go ahead and sit there looking at me like a fucking idiot. Get to it! Thirty seconds!"
I got myself undressed as quickly as I could, Anghsu watching intently as I stripped naked. I stared at the panties, my mind cueing in on the fact that they'd last been worn by my wife, and according to Anghsu, had covered her pussy after she'd been fucked by another man. The kinkiness of putting them on suddenly seemed strangely exciting to me. In my head I was asking myself, what the hell is he doing with you! I needed another weird fetish like I needed a hole in the head.
They were a little tight, but I managed to get them on, my hard dick poking out the side.
Anghsu nodded approvingly. "Good, boy. I'm glad they fit. From now on I want you to wear your wife's underwear exclusively."
My face crumpled up like an angry child.
"The answer you're looking for is yes, sir."
"Yes, sir," I said, reluctantly, not convinced I would actually follow such an order.
Anghsu patted the bed and gave his cock a few strokes, "Now, get back to it and let me fill you in on the rest."
I sat down beside him and took his swollen rod back in my hand. Without SUMITA's panties covering it I could feel every contour of his veiny monster, making me even more keenly aware of what I was doing. It felt strange to be holding another man's dick in my hand, but not as awkward as I thought it would. I felt ashamed for not being completely disgusted.
"Get it wet," Anghsu ordered.
Very slowly I lowered my head towards his dick, putting on a display of reluctance that was as much for my own benefit as it was for his. Deep down, I could not allow myself to believe that I was actually ok with what I was doing.
With my mouth hovering only inches above his huge pole, I expelled my spit onto his cock to lube him up. I worked it in with a few strokes of my hand, and felt Anghsu pushing on the back of my head.
"Wetter," he said, firmly pressing me down to his cock until it hit my lips. "Open up."
My mouth opened and he pushed me further, forcing me to open wider until I had the full girth of his cock stuffed tightly in my mouth.
"Good. Now move your hand, you won't need it," He said, gripping my wrist and pulling my hand from his shaft.
I looked up at his smug, grinning face, realizing the power he must have felt over me.
"That's right, suck my cock, Sanjay. Suck the cock that's going to fill SUMITA's cunt. You're going to learn to love it. You'll be as good as your wife in no time," Anghsu moaned.
With his hand gripping the back of my head, he began to guide me up and down his shaft with my mouth.
I didn't resist. I knew there was no point. I'd already crossed the line, put him in control of making my long time fantasy a reality, and though wearing panties and playing with his dick hadn't been a part of the fantasy, I told myself that it was a necessary evil to please him – that I was doing it for the sake of achieving my fantasy and not for any other reason.
At the same time, it was the cure for my guilt. I should welcome this, I told myself. I reminded myself that essentially, I'd agreed to allow this man to make a whore of my wife, and a mockery of my marriage. I felt low down and dirty, more at that moment than ever before. Forced to wear panties, forced to suck his dick, that was my punishment. I deserved it.
"The third time was with a man and you know him too. Prakash is his name."
"Mmmmuhg!" I grunted with my mouth full.
Prakash was an young, married man who lived across the street! I never liked him.
"Shhhh, suck that cock, and let me finish," Anghsu said, easily. "She seduced him. I had to tell her how. She's only just now learning how to command her sexuality. Most women know instinctively the power they have over men, but SUMITA is a work in progress.
"Anyhow, that was another one that didn't turn out how she hoped. He has a nice cock I hear, but completely clueless. She took a vacation day from her job just so she could fuck him in your house while you were at work. He screwed her right in your living room. But don't worry he won't be back.
"She was getting frustrated. Three cocks, and two were a complete waste of time. SUMITA found out just how many men there are out here who don't know how to fuck. She was pretty broken up about it too. That same night I spent an hour on the phone with her trying to make her stop crying about how she'd risked her marriage for nothing. She was putting a major guilt trip on herself. She was ready to give it up and resign herself to a lifetime of masturbatory orgasms and unfulfilling sex with you. Can you believe that?
"But I knew you wouldn't want that, so I talked her out of it and told her to speak with her friends to find a guy with a proven track record. So apparently she heard through the gbangvine about this young man named Nikhil, who works at her job. He was supposed to be the cat's ass when it came to laying the pipe.
"Watch your fucking teeth, dear!" Anghsu hissed.
"Shiree," I gasped.
"Breath through your nose. There you go. Yeeeeessss, yeeeeesssss, suck me. Now you've got it," Anghsu relaxed. "So where was I? Ohhh fuck. You're sucking that cock like you like it! Do you like being a cocksucker? Mmmmm suck my big dick! Suck it! Yeeeeaaaahhh!"
Anghsu forced my head into a faster rhythm. His thick head was hitting the back of my throat and I was having a hard time with it.
"When you feel like gagging, just swallow hard to fight your reflex," Anghsu instructed. "Yes, that's it. Suck my big cock! Take it! Take it!" He grunted. "Aahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Reflexively I tried to pull away as he began shooting his hot, thick cum into my mouth, but he held me down, forcing me to take it. I wouldn't swallow it, so it gushed from the corners of my mouth in abundance.
"Keep sucking, bitch! Milk me!" Anghsu growled, forcing me to continue bobbing up and down on his dick as his jizz leaked out of my mouth. When he finished with one last violent thrust into my mouth, he relaxed, releasing his grip on my head.
I flung myself back on the bed gasping for air, cringing as I reluctantly swallowed a few remnants of his sperm, then wiped the rest from my mouth and chin.
Anghsu lay beside me, smiling contentedly. "You learn much faster than most men who've I had to teach," he complimented.
"Thank you, sir," I gulped, cringing, disgusted with myself, but still hoping to get the rest of the story on SUMITA. "So what happened with Nikhil?"
"Nikhil? Right. He fucked her. Fucked her real good. The best sex she's ever had," Anghsu rolled onto his side to face me. "She was giddy as a college girl after their first time. Long story short, he's had exclusive rights to her pussy since then, except for you of course. He's been banging your wife for the last two months, and quite frequently at that."
"So there hasn't been anyone else but those four?"
"Uh...some guy who works at a departmental store, I think I recall, but that's irrelevant. SUMITA is infatuated with Nikhil's cock. They fuck once, sometimes twice a day. He bangs her on her lunch break, and occasionally after work. And she sneaks out on the weekends just to get some too. Next time she tells you she's going shopping on a Saturday, know that she is going to go get her pussy stuffed. This could be bad for you," Anghsu looked genuinely concerned.
I nodded, my eyes searching the room looking for nothing in particular. "What do I do? Confront her?"
"Nooooo! If you do that she'll know exactly who you found out from. She's very concerned about keeping her secrecy. She's worried all the time about you finding out. No one knows about this affair, not even her friends, only me. So you can never let on that you know. Got it?"
"I got it. But if she's worried about keeping it a secret, then she still cares about our marriage, right?"
"The thing is, she's been complaining a lot about Nikhil lately."
"That's good right? She's getting tired of him, ready to move on?"
"How clueless are you? You don't complain about someone you're fucking, unless you care. She's worried that he might be fucking another woman. She's jealous. She complains about other things too, like how he doesn't answer his phone sometimes when she calls, or how he was in a bad mood and got short with her. It's starting to become more than just about sex, get it?
"And if she's not complaining about how indifferent he's acting towards her, she's whining about how he's become controlling and trying to make her stay out with him later than she's supposed too. Telling her to leave you, telling her to spend the night and make up ridiculous lies to explain where she's been. Like I said, other men are going to try to make her theirs, and not just her little snatch either."
I felt my stomach turn in a knot. "So what do I do if I can't confront her?"
Anghsu smiled, "Lucky for you, I'm going to take care of situation. Once I step into the picture, Nikhil is history, rest assured."
"Well when are you going to do that?"
"Soon."
"Soon? Anghsu, sir, what if you're too late?" I pleaded. "I can't lose her!"
"Take it easy. There's no guarantee that he'd make off with your woman even if I didn't intervene. I'm just saying it's something to be aware of. You want to be extra careful right now, don't do anything to piss her off. When I'm ready, I'll step in. In the meantime, you just do whatever I tell you to do. We'll get rid of Nikhil."
"I'd feel better if you stepped in now. I mean, fuck, I just sucked your fucking cock! What about your end of the deal!" I whined.
Anghsu sat up, yelling, "You think I have nothing better to do than deal with this? I'll step in when I'm damn good and ready! It's your own fault it's taken this long in the first place! For all I know you're going to go jerk off and have one of your delusional moments of clarity and try to call the whole thing off! I am not going to have my time wasted. I want to see obedience and commitment from you. Until then, Nikhil can keep on taxing her whore cunt!"
"But," I was lost for words. I'd gone from being scared of what would happen if he did screw SUMITA, to what would happen if he didn't.
"Get dressed, and go home. I'll call you tomorrow," Anghsu said, coldly.
(To Be Conrinued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

A CUCKOLD'S TALE


"Honey? Honey? Are you awake?"
I cracked my eyes slightly, but pretended to still be asleep. SUMITA was wearing red panties and a matching bra, checking herself in the mirror atop the dresser. She looked over her shoulder one more time to make sure I was still sleeping, then picked up and pointed her cell phone at the mirror to snap a picture. I knew exactly who she was sending it to.
I had morning wood, typical. The sight of her scantily clad body only made it worse. Knowing that Anghsu would soon be enjoying the sight of my wife's body heightened my arousal. And knowing that a stranger named Nikhil would be fucking her in a few hours stiffened my erection to a painful state.
But knowing she might have feelings for Nikhil made my stomach turn. And knowing what I'd done with Anghsu the night before made my face flush. Then I was suddenly mortified to realize that under the covers, I was still wearing her panties!
When I'd returned home from the meet up with Anghsu, I'd laid there a long a time watching her sleep beside me, the battle between my fantasy and my conflicted emotions raging on through the night. Somehow I'd dozed off and forgotten what I was wearing.
I clutched the covers tightly in case she tried to yank them off of me as she sometimes did when she woke me in the mornings.
"Honey? It's time to get up," SUMITA said, pulling a sweater over her head. She stepped into her grey, below-the-knee length skirt and came to my side of the bed. "Wake up, Sanjay. You're going to be late," she said, shaking me.
"I'm, uh, I'm taking a sick day. I don't feel good," I said, holding onto the covers for dear life.
SUMITA put her hands on her hips and gave me a concerned look. "Well I hope it's a paid sick day. We can't afford for you to miss work! What's wrong with you anyway?"
"Nothing, my stomach. I'll be ok, just need to rest."
SUMITA sighed. "I bet it's that flu going around." She paused for a long time as if pondering something. "Maybe I'll stay at my mothers tonight. I don't wanna get sick too. I don't have any sick days left. What do you think?"
I think you want to spend the night with Nikhil, I thought to myself. Her parents hated me, mainly because I wasn't Bengali. Snubbing her first marriage that they'd arranged was a slap in the face to them, and they saw me as the culprit, as if I'd corrupted her in some way. She knew I'd never call over there to check on her story. "Yeah, better not get you sick too."
SUMITA smiled big then quickly wiped it off her face. "Awwww, my Sona. Get some rest. I'll call you later to check on you."
"SUMITA," I grabbed her hand, "I love you. More than anything. You know that right?"
My wife stared at me blankly a moment, then her eyes began to water. "I love you too," her voice cracked when she spoke. She quickly turned away from me and rubbed her sleeve across her face. "Call you later," she said, making a quick exit from the room.
I rolled onto my stomach and tried to think of anything other than SUMITA. My urge to masturbate at that moment was an overwhelming, shivering, shaking, feverish feeling, like an addict in withdrawal. I hadn't done it since the previous day before she'd come home, and I was deliberately avoiding it.
It was those blasted moments of clarity that came after an orgasm that scared me. I didn't want to face those feelings. Now more than ever, I imagined the guilt and shame that would come over me once my mind was unclouded by my perversions. Only now I'd have to face the fact that I couldn't turn the reality back into just a fantasy. I wasn't sure I could handle that.
I thought of disgusting things like steaming piles of horse manure, and senior citizens in the nude, anything repulsive enough to shrink my erection. It worked.
Too distracted by my problems to be productive, I called in sick to work anyway. I spent the next few hours searching for distractions, TV, cooking, cleaning up the house, anything to avoid the lucid mental pictures of SUMITA with another man's cock in her mouth, or of Anghsu's in mine. Somehow, everything I did found a way to remind me. It was no use.
I logged on to the computer, preparing to rub out an orgasm and face the music, when I got a text message from Anghsu on my cell phone.
U r not really sick r u?
"SUMITA already told him," I thought out loud. No, I replied.
Well Nikhil will be happy. Now he gets to spend the night fucking SUMITA's brains out. Anghsu returned my text.
I know. I knew what she planning when she said she was going to her mothers.
Trying to make it easy for him? U r a fool. A lot could happen and I don't mean sex.
Don't remind me. I fucked up, I replied.
I'll find a way to fix it. U owe me.
Thank you.
Thank you, SIR? Anghsu reminded me of his dominance.
Thank you sir.
Are you wearing panties like a good little sissy?
Yes, I lied. I'd long since taken them off.
Show me. Send me a picture.
"Fuck!" I jumped out of my seat and raced into the bedroom to dig through SUMITA's panty drawer.
As I slid into a pair of my wife's lacy, white panties, I became keenly aware of the fact that there was no way out of doing it on a daily basis. There was no telling if Anghsu was going to check for proof at any given time.
I sent him the requested picture and got a response of, Good girl. Talk 2 u later.
I tried to resume my masturbation session but now I was too distracted. How was I going to explain it if SUMITA caught me wearing her underwear? How humiliating would that be? She already thought I was a dud in the bedroom, what would she think of me then?
Part of me wanted to tell Anghsu to fuck off, but I feared he had too much influence with SUMITA. He might decide to take on a personal vendetta against me and completely destroy my marriage if I disrespected him. Besides, this Nikhil character had to go, and Anghsu had me convinced that I needed his help for that. And on top of that, my fantasy still ruled my thoughts.
Who was this man named Nikhil who was about to spend the night with my wife? I decided to find out. I threw some clothes on, hopped in my car and headed to SUMITA's job.
I arrived fifteen minutes before SUMITA's scheduled lunch hour. I parked across the street from her building where I could see the employee entrance. If they really were fucking on their lunch breaks, surely they'd have to go somewhere else to do it.
Sure enough, fifteen minutes later I caught sight of my wife exiting the building with a large group of people. She seemed to be sticking close to one man in particular, a tall, mid thirties looking guy with dark hair.
"Huh," I muttered, remembering what Anghsu had said about her being attracted to men who were similar in appearance to me. I found it flattering; at least I knew she found me attractive if nothing else.
She stood talking to him for a while. Then he got into another vehicle and she got into hers. I expected her to follow him when he pulled away, but she didn't. She pulled up in front of the employee entrance and stopped.
Suddenly a tall and dark man emerged from the building. He swung his head around every which way as if watching out for something, and then quickly hopped into SUMITA's car and she sped away urgently.
"You have to be shitting me!" I wailed. I peeled out of the parking lot and gave chase, making sure I stayed far enough back not to be spotted by her. SUMITA was really flying down the road in an incredible hurry. She never drove like that, especially on the slippery rained roads.
You didn't tell me Nikhil was tall and dark! I sent a text to Anghsu.
SUMITA pulled into the parking lot of the Extended Stay hotel down the street from her job. I pulled into the parking lot of the Chinese restaurant adjacent to it and watched them get out of the car together. Nikhil's hand planted firmly on my wife's ass as they walked into the hotel.
Anghsu's reply finally came through. Why does that matter? And why r u spying on your wife? Think about what happens if she catches u.
"What happens if she catches me?" I gasped. "She's the one in a hotel room with a guy!" But I knew what he'd meant. She wasn't supposed to know I knew about this.
I sat in the car contemplating my next move. Sitting outside was pointless. Why had I even come, just to see what he looked like? Did it really matter? I supposed it didn't. The supposed myth of the big cock was ever present in my mind though.
My cock stretched SUMITA's panties as I sat there imagining her taking Nikhil's big cock in her furry cunt, making her scream and moan. This was my fantasy after all, my wife being a slut for another man, a guy from office no less. It just wasn't happening how I imagined it...I wasn't there enjoying it.
Without thinking, I exited the car and walked towards the hotel. It was like my penis was leading the way, silencing the pleas of my brain to turn around.
I asked the twenty something kid working the front desk what room the couple had checked into, setting a Rs.100 bill on the counter at the same time. He looked at it and told me he couldn't relinquish that information. I pulled out another 100.
"Three nineteen. I always give them three nineteen," he replied with a grin. "Damn, that little sexy chick really gets around. Any chance I can get in on it?"
"She's a real whore, ain't she?" I said, smiling as if I wasn't bothered at all by his comment.
"That's why I always give her a corner room, less noise complaints that way," he chuckled. "Man, I'd like to get a piece of that. I didn't know the tall and handsome dude was into passing her around."
"She always come here with him? Has she ever come here with someone else? How often do they come here?" I couldn't repress my need to know.
"Every single...oh, shit!" he cracked a big smile as he stared at my wedding band. "You're the husband, aren't you?"
I didn't respond.
"Man, I knew she wasn't married to him. I noticed she had a ring the first time she came in, but he never wore one. Aw, man, sorry dude. I'd kick a guys ass too if that was my girlfriend. I'd fucking' kick her ass too! Man, it's cool. Do what you got to do. I won't call the cops, I swear man!"
"Don't worry, there wont be any trouble," I said, walking away.
"Oh, it's like that? You're one of those guys that like that shit? Well, hey, man! What's up? Can I get some too?" He shouted after me as I headed for the elevator.
Another text from Anghsu rang in while in the elevator. So u r sitting in the parking lot of the extended stay in Lombard right now aren't u. why? what is that doing for u?
I replied, I'm in the hotel.
As soon as the elevator door opened on the third floor I could hear the faint moans of SUMITA's ecstasy. As I nervously proceeded towards the room, they grew louder. The feeling was surreal, knowing that she'd never even come close to reaching that tone with me, but now another man's cock was driving her wild, past the point of inhibition.
Another text from Anghsu distracted me, listening in? u have more balls than I thought. How does it feel to hear your wife scream in pleasure from another mans big cock?
"Oh Nikhil! Oh god! Fuck me Nikhil! Yes! Yes! Give me Give me Give me!" SUMITA's voice bellowed through the door. During the moments of silence I could hear the bed squeaking violently.
I put the phone in my pocket and ignored Anghsu. I was stroking myself through my jeans as I stood outside their door, listening.
"Yeah, you like this doggy style Sona? You don't get this at home do you? Huh? Huh?"
"Mmmmm yes I love it! Talk dirty to me, Nikhil! I'm a bad girl!" SUMITA moaned.
"Yeah, you're a little slut for this big dick, ain't you bitch!'
"Yes Sona! I'm your slut! Fuck your little slut's tight pussy, Nikhil!"
"Who's fuckin' pussy is this, bitch?" Nikhil's voice was followed by a loud smack.
"It's your pussy, darling!"
I was shaking badly, a mess of emotions spinning my head, but still intently focused on the action, rubbing my dick through my jeans, praying no one entered the hallway.
"I'm going to stretch that pussy all night long, slut! Ain't I?"
"Yes, darling!"
I heard another loud smack, "Ain't I!"
"Yes, darling!" SUMITA hit a higher pitch. "Oh god I'm cummmmmmmiiiiing! Don't stop!"
"Cum on this big dick, bitch! You ain't done! Turn over, slut!"
I was getting ready to cum in my pants in unison with her when my phone rang, causing me to jump back from the door. I hurriedly shuffled down the hallway with a stiff leg, trying frantically to dig my phone out of my pocket and silence it before they heard it.
"Hello!" I yelled in a whispery voice as I ducked around the corner by the elevator.
"Get out of there, Sanjay," Anghsu said. "You'll have plenty of time to hear her moan in the weeks, months, and years to come. You're a cuckold now. Now and forever."
"I, uh," I fumbled my words, as I processed 'cuckold - now and forever'. "Ok, I'll leave." I had no intention of leaving.
"I want you at my office in twenty minutes. I'll text you the address. If you're even one minute late, you're going to regret it. Leave now." Anghsu hung up.
"Damn it!" I rested my head back against the wall. I could still hear SUMITA getting fucked. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to leave.
I had a perpetual hard on all the way to Anghsu's office. The only thing distracting me from rubbing my dick the whole way, was having to weave in and out of traffic just to get there in time. I had no idea how he would make me regret being late, but I didn't want to find out.
I speed walked from my car into his office looking at my watch, I had one minute. I took the stairs rather than the elevator to save time, and made it to the reception desk where she paged him, with little to spare.
I made note of how she addressed him as 'Mr. Prasun.' It occurred to me that the name on the marquis near the entrance was Prasun and Associates, LLC.
"Ah, Mr. Mc' dilip, just in time. Follow me," Anghsu greeted me in a professional manner.
Dressed in what appeared to be a very expensive business suit, Anghsu looked every bit as powerful as he acted. I felt relieved to know that he was a successful professional and not just some perverted loser. Not that I'd ever thought he'd be anything less, but now I saw the proof. Suddenly all of his promises seemed more real. “I have a fair chance to save my marriage Then “I thought for myself.
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]Wife Dating Our Neighbor
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[i]part1[/i]
Matt felt his wife's pussy tighten as he pushed himself as far as he could up inside her. Her hips were gyrating around his lap as her head flew back with her mouth wide open.

Her hair was so long that it tickled his legs when she moved. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vice as her hips moved. Matt arched his back sending a tiny bit more of his cock inside her smooth tanned belly.

"I've never felt you this tight."

Darla didn't reply. All she did was keep her mouth wide open as she moaned and squeezed her own breasts while Matt held onto her waist as tight as he could to keep her from falling backward.

"Why don't you admit it turned you on baby?"

"Shut up and fuck me....Harder!"

Darla's pussy was dripping like a leaky faucet. Matt kept pushing his cock up inside his wife as she rocked back and forth with her head still leaned back.

Matt starred at her chest watching her hands gripping her large breasts. She was squeezing them in her hands while tweaking her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

Matt had a grip on her waist. She rode him hard as she moaned and groaned above him. His eyes moved lover to her smooth flat belly. He loved her belly button and they way her belly had a tiny slight curvy bulge making it just sexy enough to his liking.

Her pussy was shaved smooth and bald the way he liked it. She had sat in the sun all afternoon getting a tan leaving a V shape across her belly area making a sexy appearance.

Matt felt her body start to quiver. Her arms and legs started to shake next as she began to groan. Darla's head jerked from side to side as she strained to catch her breathe.

Matt held her waist very tight as he felt her body violently jerk. Darla gasped out loud and tried to speak at the height of her orgasm but only a few sounds escaped her lips as her whole body trembled.

Matt thought for sure she was going to tear off his cock the way her pussy had tightened. He kept arching up inside her pussy he felt muscles begin to relax.

"I knew it would get you turned on you little slut."

Darla got an angry expression on her face as she started to lift herself off her husband's legs. He tried to hold her down but it was too late as his slimy cock slipping out of her wet pussy.

"I'm going to clean up if you're not going to cum."

Darla's foot barely touched the floor when Matt grabbed her by her arm and roughly pushed her body down onto the bed and quickly got on top slipping his cock back inside her wet dripping pussy.

She quickly grabbed his face with her hands giving him a deep passionate kiss than wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Fuck me hard baby."

Matt drove himself into her as she held his neck and rubbed the back off his head. She starred at him intensively as his body banged into her upturned ass. He was knocking into her with great force making her head slid along the pillow.

"That's it baby. Fuck me hard and cum for me."

His breathing was labored with his thoughts everywhere as his thighs slapped against the back of her thighs making loud noises throughout the room.

Matt started to gasp for air as his body tensed and moved quicker until he pushed deep inside her with a few last thrusts of his cock and began spewing his hot load deep inside his wife's belly.

She rubbed his back as she kissed his neck feeling his cock throbbing as it squirted the last few remaining drops of cum inside her pussy. Matt had collapsed onto her body as he caught his breath.

"That was so good baby."

Matt still couldn't speak as he finally raised his body off his wife. She was covered in sweat from him and her as he finally regained enough strength and said.

"You were thinking about Rex, weren't you?"

Darla gritted her teeth and extended her arms out and pushed her husband off and away from her as she quickly jumped out of the bed. Matt started to laugh as she quickly grabbed her thong and bra off the floor and started to stamp her feet on her way into the bathroom. "Fuck you Matt! You just wait! See how long you go without any pussy?"

Matt was laughing hysterically as he heard the toilet seat drop and the sound of her pee splashing in the toilet.

"Are you going to make me your little cuckold now?"

Matt laughed but there wasn't any reply coming from the bathroom as he lifted himself up and got out of bed to see what she was doing. Matt walked into the bathroom where he found his wife combing her long blonde hair in the mirror and slapped her ass cheek making a loud noise.

"He probably has dreams about how hot you would be in bed."

Darla stopped combing her hair and turned around facing Matt who was taking a pee and replied in a loud whisper.

"God damn it Matt. You know if might hear what your saying so shut up and just forget about it."

Matt's pee was splashing in the toilet as he continued to laugh. "I think it's just too damn funny is all."

"You won't think it's funny if he hears everything your saying."

"How do you suppose he's going to hear what I'm saying?

"The door is still open going out to our deck. Do you remember telling me you got hot when we have sex?"

Matt leaned around the doorway and peeked out toward the door as Darla poked him in the ribs on her way back into the bedroom. Matt saw his wife slipping into a short cotton dress she liked to lounge around in and walk out onto the bedroom deck.

It was hot pink and fit her tight. It barely covered her ass and left a lot of cleavage exposed. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. Matt loved seeing her wear it around the house. She looked to sexy and inviting wearing it.

She was definitely angry at him for teasing her during sex. Matt walked out into the bedroom and sat on the bed while slipping on his underwear. Darla was seated on a lounger with her legs pulled back against her chest.

She looked sexy as hell with much of her tanned thighs exposed in that short little dress that Matt wanted to pull her back inside and fuck the shit out of her again. He shouldn't have been so hard on her.

Darla had been lying out in the sun early that afternoon working on her tan and decided to unhook her top. She was out on the grass lying on a towel next to the hedge that divided theirs and their neighbor's private deck.

They lived in a detached condo but they were built only ten feet apart. Their neighbor had been so quiet that Darla didn't think to look over on the grass next door near that hedge.

She didn't see their neighbor laying out on a lounger drinking a beer until she had flipped over and it was too late when she found herself starring right into his eyes. It was too late to try and cover her boobs. Her top got twisted when she rolled over leaving her exposed and with nothing to try and hide her breasts with but her hands.

Darla told Matt how embarrassed she felt especially when Rex smiled back and asked her if she wanted a beer. Darla told Matt how she assumed Rex would apologize for peering at her but instead offered her a beer.

Darla surprised Matt when she told him how Rex got up bringing a can of cold beer over to her and was completely naked. Darla explained that Rex told her that he once belonged to a nudist club so it didn't bother him that she wanted to tan her boobs.

Rex is a middle aged black man who recently retired from the service and bought the condo next door. He was a boxer in his younger days but kept his muscular body in great shape.

Matt began teasing Darla when she told him about seeing Rex's cock and ball sack. Darla explained that she never seen anything as large as Rex's and went into detail on how Rex just stood in front of her while they talked as if it were natural.

Matt had listened to Darla as she explained how Rex sat down with her on the grass and chatted while she held the can of beer in one hand and tried to keep her boobs covered with the other.

She got him laughing but then she went into more detail about Rex's cock. Darla seemed fascinated with talking about his size and compared its girth to her wrist. Matt remembered how he broke out laughing when he recalled the way Darla described his ball sack.

She told him it was large and rather loose. She said it looked like he had two heavy lemons pulling down his sack. Matt busted out laughing. Matt had been out playing golf that morning.

A few minutes after Darla told her story they were naked in bed kissing and that's when Matt noticed how wet and aroused she was and began teasing her about the encounter with Rex.

Darla brushed it off and said she had been horny since the night before. Matt wasn't having any part of it and kept teasing her during sex and now she was angry.

Matt slipped his pants up than stood up while putting on his shirt when he heard Darla talking out on the deck and before he had a chance to see who it was she was getting up and walking out of sight toward the other condo.

Matt peeked out the door over the low hedge dividing the two patios. He could barely see a portion of his wife's back while she stood leaning over the hedge presumably speaking to Rex. He could hear her laugh as he buttoned his shirt.

Matt slipped on his socks and sneakers than took another look out on the patio but couldn't see his wife any longer. He slid the patio screen door open and leaned around the corner.

She was gone. Matt went out onto the patio and heard them talking inside his place. He walked back inside figuring they were talking. He started conjuring up a few things to say to her when she returned.

Matt thought twice about it knowing she would just get angrier with him. Maybe that's why she went over there to speak with Rex. Damn! She's wearing that damn little dress!

Matt began to wonder now. He knew his neighbor was getting a good eye full of Darla's body in that outfit. Matt figured it couldn't be any worse than what he saw early that afternoon.

Matt decided to fool around on line for a while and look at a little porn. He clicked on Karen Kay's interracial site and followed the link to the desperate white wives site and started reading the stories.

It just dawned on him that he showed Darla these sites a couple weeks ago. He began getting concerned now. He wondered if perhaps she had a curiosity about black men now that she was exposed to these sites.

Matt remembered a remark she made when he was teasing her. She had said something about making him her little cuckold. She never used that term up until now. Matt knew she was kidding but it made him wonder about Darla reading Karen's stories.

Why would Darla distinctively tell him in detail about Rex's cock and balls? Mark played a video sample on Karen's site. He leaned back in the chair for a moment wondering if Rex was over there naked.

He thought about walking over there and seeing what was going on. He introduced himself to the man a few weeks ago when he moved in. Matt remembered shaking hands with Rex. He had large hands. He was very friendly and invited Matt over for a drink but he was on his way out to play golf that afternoon.

Matt figured Rex was probably just being neighborly since Rex had invited him over that day. Matt continued reading a newly added chapter of a story he'd been following.

Matt was getting hard reading it and stroked his cock through his pants. Matt chuckled as he read a part about the husband in the story licking and eating his wife's pussy after she came home from a date with a black guy.

This woman in the story had long blonde hair and was about as sassy as Darla could be at times. He wondered which of these stories his wife had read. Matt had an idea. He had a complete history log of activity right at his finger tips on here and opened the log.

Matt's heart was racing as he examined the internet log. He looked at the URL's and checked out the times they were visited. Darla was on here just before he got back from playing golf. Matt counted the pages she visited and found over forty in the log.

He started checking them one at a time to see which pages she visited. She read the story called open marriage. Matt's cock was pressed hard against his pants as he looked over the other pages.

Darla was more interested in interracial sex than he first thought. Matt thought she had just checked out the sites because he mentioned them to her but now he wondered if her exposure to Rex was making her more curious.

Matt decided to shut everything down before Darla returned. He casually waited on the bed with his hands tucked behind his head thinking about what he should say when Darla returned home.

Matt heard Darla walking on the deck and a second later she was sliding the screen door open with two cans of beer in her hands.

"Here you go sweetie."

Darla gave him one of the cold cans of beer as he slid himself up against the head board. Darla climbed into bed next to her husband as he took his first sip.

"Rex was showing me some pictures he took before he left Iraq last year."

"I wasn't expecting you to go out wearing that dress."

Darla gave him a silly smile as she scooted a little closer on the bed.

"He practically already saw me naked this afternoon."

Darla drank a little beer than added. "Rex seems very nice. I told him you were home waiting otherwise he wanted me to stay longer so he gave me a beer to bring to you."

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend?"

"No."

Darla started to laugh as she added. "He did ask me if I knew anyone that was single. He mentioned something about going to this party next weekend for one of his buddies from the service."

Darla took another sip as Matt sat listening.

"He seemed a little depressed about going alone."

"What about that redhead with the long legs from your bowling team?"

Darla shook her head. "She just got engaged last week. I told him I'd check around."

Matt set the can down on the night stand and twisted around and began rubbing her thigh. Darla parted her legs as she leaned her head forward to kiss her husband as he moved his hand a little further along her inner thigh.

She gave him the can to put on the night stand and scooted herself down onto the bed wrapping her arms around Matt's neck as they kissed. She lifted one leg keeping them spread as Matt felt her soft wet pussy mound.

He carefully inserted a finger into her slit and felt how wet she was as they kissed. She shoved her tongue deep inside her mouth as he moved his finger against her clit.

"Want to fuck me again?"

Matt just kissed her again as she started to unbutton his shirt. He moved around and pulled his pants off while she slipped the tight fitting dress over her head. Darla waited until Matt undressed and straddled his legs almost intently.

She leaned down putting her lips to his as she scooted her ass back until she was in line with his cock. She quickly raised one leg reaching down and inserted his cock between her tight pussy lips.

Matt grabbed her ass while she lowered herself down kissing his face as the same time.

"You feel tight sweetie!"

Darla kissed his face as she moved her hands onto his chest and started to move up and down. Matt held her thighs and watched her move as she moaned and worked her pussy muscles around his cock.

Her nipples were rock hard and rubbed against Matt's chest as she leaned over and planted kisses around his face and neck.

Darla moaned again as Matt started to arch his body up to meet her downward thrusts.

"That's it sweetie, fuck me hard."

Matt increased the tempo as her hips swayed above him. Darla breasts were large and dragged across his chest every time she lowered her head to give him a kiss. Matt knew why she was so aroused and it turned him on as well knowing that Rex got her this way.

He started to think to himself that she ought to visit Rex more often if she were going to come home this horny. Matt kept watching the lust in her eyes as she worked her petite body above him.

Her hair was so long that it touched his shoulders giving him chills as it tickled his skin with her movements. Matt didn't want to ruin the moment but took a chance as he watched the lust in her eyes.

"It feels so good baby. I'll have to have you visit Rex more often if he gets you this horny." Matt waited gritting his teeth hoping he didn't say the wrong thing. Darla only moaned and felt her pussy tighten around his cock as she continued to move on his lap.

"Fuck me baby!"

Matt kept going and felt a little relieved that she didn't get angry again. All Matt knew at the moment was that she was working her pussy muscles like never before. She arched up a little further pushing her boobs into his face. He obliged her by taking one in his mouth and nibbled on her nipple.

Darla's pussy was dripping wet making a wet sound as she moved up and down above her husband. Matt could feel her arms trembling and a moment later she was practically screaming out loud as she had an orgasm

Matt was too excited to last any longer, and almost instantly came with his wife spewing his hot cum deep inside her pussy. Matt was breathing hard trying to catch his breathe as Darla appeared disappointed that he came so soon.

His cock was deflating and slipped out of her pussy as she hesitantly moved off his legs.

"I didn't mean to cum so quick."

"That's alright baby. It was good."

Darla kind of fell back on the pillow putting her hands across her forehead as she caught her breathe.

They dressed and went out to dinner. They were getting ready for bed that night when Matt circled his arms around Darla from behind kissing the top of her head. She pushed her little round ass back against his crotch laughing and reached around giving his cock a squeeze.

Matt must have been exhausted because his cock was still soft as she felt around and kept laughing and said.

"I must have worn you out today."

Matt just laughed. "I never saw you this horny in one day!"

She kept rubbing on his cock and balls looking at him seductively. "You're going to have to start working out and get in shape like Rex."

"Wasn't Rex a fighter at one time?" "You have a nice body." She turned and gave one of his arms a squeeze. "You need to build up your muscles a little more. I'll have to send you to the gym!"

"Don't expect me to tone up like Rex! He's a foot taller than me and about one hundred pounds bigger!"

Darla gave him a kiss than jumped into bed as Matt turned off the light. They cuddled and kissed once Matt got into bed.

"I felt so sorry for Rex, honey. I wish I could find someone to go with him this weekend."

Matt stroked her hair as he kissed her nose.

"What about Margie?"

"I don't think she'd go out with a black guy honey."

Matt laughed and replied. "It's not like she has to marry the guy or anything. Maybe you could explain the situation to her and work something out."

"She was dating Rick so I don't know."

Matt kept kissing her face as they hugged. "Where exactly is Rex going this weekend to want to bring a date?"

"I guess he's getting together with a bunch of service people and most are married or bringing a date with them."

"You mean he just wants someone to go there and show up with him? If that's all its about than why don't you just go with him if you think he's that nice."

Darla hesitated but Matt knew she was thinking about it.

"I'd have to talk to Rex and see what he thinks about it."

Matt was getting hard just thinking about Darla going out to a party with a black dude. He pulled his body back away from her so she wouldn't find out he had an erection. It was too late because she put her hand down there and found out he was hard making her laugh.

"You little devil! Your dick is hard just thinking about me going out with Rex!"

"I' am not!"

Darla leaned close and gave him a kiss. "You are too!"

She played with his cock taking it in her hand and stroked it while kissing his face.
by Karenkay©
"I read some of those stories you showed me on Karen's site you know. You can be honest with me. It turns you on doesn't it?"

Matt kissed her back putting his arm around her waist. "I'm always turned on thinking about you."

"It's alright sweetie."

Darla just kept kissing on his face as they cuddled. Matt wouldn't verbally admit it turned him on but it did and she knew it.

"Do you still want me to ask Rex if he wants to take me to his party?"

Matt kissed her back than replied. "You can talk to him tomorrow."
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]Wife Dating Our Neighbor
part2
[/i]

Matt knew that Saturday was going to roll around fairly fast. Darla only had another hour to finish getting ready for her date with Rex.

"Can you come in here for a minute Matt?"

Matt folded the newspaper and laid it on the couch as he got up and headed toward the bedroom.

"What do you think?"

Matt stopped in his tracks to take a look at his wife's new dress. She had picked out a black cotton dress that showed every curve of her fabulous petite body.

"You look hot sweetie!"

Darla turned around slowly allowing Matt to look it over from every angle. She was standing on her toes trying to simulate wearing heels as she turned and almost fell over until Matt caught her from falling.

They kissed as Matt said. "You look gorgeous!"

They kissed again as Matt rubbed her ass than lifted the material over her ass and felt raw skin.

"No panties?"

Darla lifted the dress a little higher revealing a tiny black thong. Matt rubbed his hand on her smooth creamy skin as she leaned over and gave him another kiss.

"I have to finish getting ready. Rex wants to leave a few minutes early so we stop and fill the tank with gas."

"You got this all planned out I see?"

Darla leaned over picking up her heels giving Matt an eye full of her huge breasts.

"You better watch those things tonight!"

Darla laughed as she tucked them back into the tiny black dress. Matt finally noticed her nipples were clearly visible through the material. The dress was low cut and it seemed to cradle her boobs as if they were on display.

"It has a push up built in!"

"I'm just worried about having them push up and out again!" Darla kissed Matt again than replied. "You're silly!"

Darla sat on the bed buckling the heels and quickly rushed into the bathroom to apply her makeup. When Darla was finally finished she looked extremely hot and inviting.

Matt couldn't believe how beautiful his was appeared when she walked out into the front room. She already had her purse in her hand and was ready to leave.

Darla gave Matt a hug and seductively grabbed his cock through his pants smiling as she said. "Are you going to wait up and fuck me tonight?"

Matt kissed her lips as he covered her hand with his as she rubbed his cock. She gave t a gentle squeeze before she realized she was still wearing her wedding rings. She grabbed her hand and started to twist them off.

"I can't show up at this party wearing a wedding ring on my finger. I'm supposed to be Rex's girlfriend."

She handed them to Matt giving him one last kiss on the cheek.

"Will you put these on the dresser for me baby?"

Darla gave his cock a little pinch before she walked out the door looking back smiling. "I'll see you later."

Matt poked his head out a window in the front bedroom and saw Rex opening the car door for his wife. He waited and watched until the car drove around the corner and out of sight.

Matt was going to have a few free hours to kill on his hands so he decided to go online and check out his favorite interracial site. He checked out the new additions than started to read a new story.

He almost forgot to check out the internet log and clicked on the program. There was a little activity that morning. Darla did return to the site and looked at the new additions page.

Matt scrolled down until he found an email in the log. It was an email to Rex. Matt's heart started to beat faster possibly hoping he'd read something juicy.

"Hello Rex. I'm looking forward to our date this evening and meeting your friends for the first time. I hope you'll like the dress I picked out to wear for you tonight. You said you liked seeing blondes wear black. Stop worrying about my husband! I explained everything to you last night. I'll see you at six! Darla."

Matt wondered what Darla meant when she said she explained everything to Rex. He scrolled down a little further until he found what he hoped to find. It was an email reply from Rex.

"Darla. I can't wait to see you wearing your new dress. I'm glad you remembered what I said about wearing black. I told all of my friends that you would be coming. We'll talk more about your husband tonight. I'll try to give you as much guidance and help as I can. Rex."

That last remark got Matt's mind going as he leaned back in his chair trying to figure out what sort of guidance he could be giving Darla. There wasn't anything else in the log so Matt signed off line.

Matt started getting all sorts of ideas in his head about what everything meant. He even thought about the interracial stories. He pulled out a beer out of the frig and finally watched television and started feeling horny as he kept seeing his wife in his head wearing that tight fitting black dress.

His cock was hard and throbbing now as he unbuckled his belt. He put the beer down on the table next to the couch and started to stroke his cock. He wondered what was going on at that party. He kept seeing these visions in his head.

He kept seeing Rex with his arm around his wife and sometimes he'd imagine her being kissed. He saw another vision of his wife straddling Rex on that sofa pushing her boobs in his face to be sucked. He was stroking his cock faster now as he closed his eyes. A few more strokes and his load shot off all over his pants and shirt.

Matt had to get up and get a towel. He returned with the towel in his hand and finished the can of beer he'd been drinking. He was getting hard again and decided to sit back on the couch and stroked his cock again.

He was too aroused not to take advantage of making himself jack-off again and did just that. Matt wiped himself off. He decided to go back on line and read over that log again. He picked up another beer before sitting down at the computer. Matt kept his pants open while rubbing his cock.

He jumped around Karen's site until he found a petite blonde who resembled his wife. This woman's boobs weren't as big but her ass sure looked similar. There was a huge black man screwing her doggie style. His cock looked humongous compared to the tiny blonde.

Matt started to imagine it was Darla taking Rex's cock. He started to think about how she described in earlier in the week. Matt tried to imagine a huge black cock slicing into his wife's pussy. He saw the lips spread and stretch around the cock like a tight rubber band.

Matt came again as he closed his eyes tight and kept stroking his cock slowly giving it a little squeeze until every last drop of sperm was leaked out. Matt took a break from playing with his cock and started to read the emails in the log again. It was getting late. He turned off the computer and walked into the bedroom and finished his beer.

Matt crawled into bed making himself cum three more times thinking about Rex with his wife before he clicked off the light. His cock was too sore and limp to get anything else out of it tonight. He glanced at the clock. It was after one in the morning. Matt tried to rub his cock to another erection but it was just too sore and soon fell asleep.

Matt was awakened by Darla kissing his face. He opened his eyes and immediately put his arm around her naked body as she kissed his lips.

"Wake up sleepy head."

"How was the party?"

Darla exhaled as she groaned. Matt smelled the scent of whisky on her breath as she replied.

"There were so many people there. I think I met fifty people or more."

Darla rubbed her hand on his stomach working her way down to his cock. "How was your night sweetie?"

"I watched a little television and read a few stories online."

Darla was rubbing his limp cock trying to get it hard as she kissed his face and neck and twisted her body until she was above his legs. Her hand worked a little faster and harder but it was still limp.

"What's the matter sweetie? I thought we were going to have wild sex tonight?"

Matt pulled her mouth to his and rubbed one of her boobs while her hand worked his limp cock.

Their tongues mingled as she slid her tits along his chest. Matt felt her hard nipples against his skin as she fruitlessly worked on his cock trying to get him hard. Darla groaned out loud. "Please get hard for me baby. I need it so bad!"

Matt was aroused but his cock wouldn't work. He rubbed her back as she kissed his face until she finally gave up and rubbed his chest.

"You made yourself cum while I was gone didn't you?"

Matt felt trapped and embarrassed but had no way out. She had caught him red handed and he knew it.

"You should have stayed off that computer tonight and waited until I got home sweetie."

"I'm sorry baby." Matt moved his hand down between her legs. She was soaked. He inserted a finger between her pussy lips. She was leaking like a faucet. She was grinding her hips on his finger. Matt felt bad he couldn't get hard for her.

Matt pulled her up and lowered his head on the pillow. She straddled his face. His tongue pushed inside parting her pussy open. She instantaneously began to push her weight down onto his face.

Darla held onto the headboard as she pressed her weight onto his face. Matt started to lick and eat her pussy juice as it leaked onto his tongue. Her body was swaying as she moaned above his head.

"That's it baby. Eat my pussy. Make me cum."

Matt wanted to do anything possible to please her. He furiously worked his tongue inside her pussy. She was moving her body everywhere. His nose got mashed by her weight as he worked the tip of his tongue as deep as he could.

Her pussy was making wet sounds as air escaped. She kept pressing her ass down hard against his face until she finally let out a loud ear piercing scream. Darla held onto the headboard as he had her orgasm. Matt's tongue didn't let up as her body twitched and jerked a few more times.

Matt kept working his tongue on her pussy licking everything that leaked out until she unexpectedly climbed off. Darla pulled back the cover off his legs and spread Matt's legs until she was able to scoot herself between them. She quickly grabbed his limp cock lifting it up out of the way and began licking and sucking on his ball sack.

She pulled on each testicle with her mouth almost making it hurt as she rubbed his belly. She stopped suddenly and climbed up over his chest to give him a passionate kiss as she grabbed his ball sack and squeezed.

"It turned you on thinking about me being out with Rex didn't it?"

Matt didn't want to face up to the truth and replied. "I got turned on reading stories tonight baby."

Darla playfully bit his nipple as she squeezed his ball sack again. "You little fuck! Why don't you just admit it! You thought about what I was doing with Rex all night weren't you?"

"I told you the truth baby!"

She was drunk and was saying things to Matt she wouldn't normally say. She quickly scooted down again taking his semi limp cock into her mouth and began to suck it. She worked as hard as she could until she was finally able to get him hard. She hurried and straddled his lets inserting his cock between he pussy lips.

She felt so hot and wet as Matt arched his hips up. His cock was about seventy-five percent hard but he was able to fuck her as she moved above his body.

"Fuck me baby."

Darla furiously worked the muscles in her belly to squeeze his cock. Matt took a boob into his mouth and bit her nipple. She pressed it hard into his face while working her ass around.

Matt squeezed her waist and ran his hands around her smooth full ass while she worked on bringing him off inside her pussy. She worked her body hard for the next several minutes until Matt was finally able to cum.

His cock deflated about as fast as a flat tire on the expressway as he finished shooting what was left of his sperm inside her wet waiting pussy. Matt was spent! There was nothing else to give! Darla rolled off panting as she played with her pussy.

Matt just rested his head on the pillow as Darla worked to make herself cum. Darla ached her legs back. She worked her right hand against her clit. She was breathing hard and gasping for air as her body shook and jerked. She groaned and grunted as she came.

Matt watched how she continued to play with her clit as she stretched her legs out on the bed. Her body started to relax. Matt lifted up and began kissing her belly than her breasts. She moved her hand to the back of his head as she caught her breathe. Matt scooted up further and kissed her chin.

"I'm sorry Darla. I couldn't help it tonight. I promise I won't cum the next time you go out with Rex."

What did he just say to Darla? He couldn't take it back! Was there going to e a next time? He just waited and kissed her chest again listening her breathe. Matt looked over at the time. It was after three.

Matt put his head back down on the pillow and waited for some sort of reply. Darla began getting quiet and must be falling asleep. Maybe she'll forget about that last remark and never bring it up.

Matt could hear the shower running and looked at the time. It was after eleven. Darla was up and taking a shower. He rubbed his eyes as he got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He heard the water turn off as he got up and looked outside.

He saw Rex sitting on his patio. All he could see was his head with the bushes in the way. He saw Rex bring a cup to his mouth. He was drinking coffee. Matt scratched his head as he walked into the bathroom.

"Good morning sleepy head."

They kissed as Matt went pee. Darla was wiping her hair and wrapped it into a towel as she slapped his ass.

"Take a shower! You stink this morning!"

Matt yawned as he scratched the back of his head. "OK."

Matt just finished peeing as Darla walked back into the bathroom. She pulled the towel on her head and started to comb out her hair. She already had on a pink pair of shorts. She was bent over combing her hair with her boobs hanging down. Matt leaned over giving one a gentle squeeze.

"You had your chance last night now get your butt in that shower!"

Matt turned on the faucet than leaned over and rubbed her ass. Darla straightened up giving him a kiss.

"I'll fix breakfast when you're finished."

Matt just smiled as he got into the shower. Matt got dressed and smelled coffee as he entered the kitchen. He poured a cup and saw that Darla had everything ready to go near the stove. There were eggs and beacon sitting on the counter. She had a cartoon of milk out and the empty frying pan sat on the stove burner.

Matt carried his coffee searching for Darla and finally found her in the den getting up from the computer chair. She smiled and had coffee in her hands. She kissed him as she passed on her way back out to the kitchen. Matt wondered why she was so eager to be on the computer this morning.

He started to sit down but was afraid of being caught spying on her. It did seem strange. It was late and she always checked for new email around none. She was busy cooking when he got into the kitchen.

Matt walked up behind her and gave her a hug while she flipped an egg. "Did you have a nice time last night?"

"It was a nice party. They had all kinds of food and drinks. People played cards and some swam in the pool. I had a good time last night."

They sat down to eat.

"Did he like your dress?"

Darla chewed her food shaking her head and finally replied. "He loved it!"

Matt volunteered to wash the dishes. Darla poured another cup of coffee and disappeared out of the kitchen while Matt cleared off the table. Matt debated starting the dish washer but decided to wash the few things that were dirty by hand. It took a few minutes to clear the sink and put everything away when Darla walked back out.

She rubbed his back and gave him a kiss while he wiped his hands.

"I'm going over to see how Rex is doing this morning honey. Why don't you read the paper while I'm gone? I'll be back shortly."

Matt watched and waited as she walked out the patio door and went over to Rex's place with her coffee. Matt hurried into the den. He was anxious to see if she had written anything to Rex this morning.

He clicked on the program for the log and opened it to the current date. He scrolled down seeing she deleted junk mail. Here it was! An email to Rex! Matt nervously started reading.

"Good morning Rex. I really had a nice time on our date last night. Thank you for all of the wonderful compliments last night. I want to thank you especially for your compliments about my dress. I'm glad you liked it. I picked it out just for our date last night."

It seemed harmless enough to Matt. He continued reading.

"I hope you take me a little more seriously about what I said last night concerning my situation with my husband. I still can't believe I told you so much. I suppose I find you very easy to speak with and I want to be very honest and up front with you. We'll discuss it later."

Matt was beginning to get concerned now. What type of situation was Darla referring to anyway? Matt scrolled down a little further.

"If I'm correct from what I gathered last night, Matt won't mind if I go out with you again on Monday. I'll tell you about it later. I have to go. I just heard the shower stop. I'll talk to you later. Darla."

Matt took a deep breath. Now Darla wants to go out with Rex again. I wonder what that's all about. Everything is written so vague.

Matt scrolled down further until he found what he was searching for. It was a reply to Darla's email. Rex had sent it just a short time ago. That must be the reason Darla wanted to visit him!

"Hello Darla. I was surprised and happy to get an email from you this morning. We must have just missed each other on here. Thank you for the compliments about me. It's been a while since I had a beautiful woman tell me I was a hunk!"

Darla called him a hunk! Matt kept reading.

"I'm curious to know what you gathered last night about your husband that told you that you would be able to go out with me on Monday. I'll have to get you to share that secret with me."

Darla could be there right now telling him something!

"I took everything you told me last night very serious. I have enough experience to explain how to handle your situation. I'll be home all day if you like to stop over and chat. Rex."

What exactly could they be talking about here? How I'm I going to confront Darla with my question without her catching on to my spying? Matt shut off the computer. Darla came home shortly afterward. Darla seemed a bit happy and cheerful when she returned.

"Would you mind if I went out to a club with Rex this Monday? A couple of his friends are going to be planning a birthday party and he asked me to come along. He thought I might be able to give them some help since it's for one of his friend's wife."

Darla wrapped her arms around his neck and hung her body from his shoulders. She was giving him those bedroom eyes as she waited for a reply.

"I guess it'll be alright. I don't have anything planned."

Darla playfully lowered her hands down until they squeezed his ass. She was giving him that devilish smile she sometimes would when she was about to say something that was on her mind.

"I was ready to pull out my vibrator last night! You must have been bopping your little wiener to those stories again!"

Darla raised her hands and rubbed his back as she grinned and starred into his eyes.

"I went on there for a while but I didn't jack off that many times!"

Darla laughed. "Come in here and talk to me!"

Darla held him by the hand as she took him into the living room and pointed at the couch.

"Sit right down there young man. We have to have a talk!"

Matt sat down and Darla quickly straddled herself on his legs until she was sitting and put her arms around his neck. She leaned forward until their noses touched.

"You got turned on last night thinking about me out with Rex! You sat here playing with yourself as you imagined what might be going on!"

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Matt held onto her butt as their eyes locked together. He couldn't lie to her. He knew she was on to him. Darla moved her head far enough away and pointed at the cushion.


"You left cum stains on the material last night."

Matt lifted his head away from the back of the sofa and looked. "I'll clean that off later."

Darla kissed his forehead than moved her head down until their lips met. She kissed him passionately as she held her hands on the back of his head.

"It's alright baby. I know you were turned on. I still love you very much."

Matt felt somewhat relieved as he smiled and replied. I love you too."

"It would have been nice coming home and getting the shit fucked out of me by my husband last night."

"I'm sorry honey. I just wasn't thinking about that at the time."

Matt decided to go fishing for a few answers. "How did Rex react when he saw you wearing the dress?"

"He absolutely loved it! He told me I looked sexy and gorgeous! Now shouldn't you feel proud that another man finds me so tempting and inviting?"

They kissed as Matt rubbed her ass. He was getting hard listening to her talk like this.

"He didn't try to kiss you or anything?"

Darla laughed. "We had wild sex in the back seat of his car!"

Matt's eyes bulged out for a moment. She kept kissing his face moving her hands around his chin as they intimately talked.

"Rex couldn't keep his eyes off me all night. You know I told him he was a hunk!"

Matt was surprised she revealed that and replied. "You told him that?"

"He does have muscles and he's attractive looking. I thought I'd return a compliment since he gave me so many."

Darla reached down between his legs and felt his cock poking through his pants and giggled.

"Does this turn you on baby?"

She kissed him as she held his face waiting for a reply.

"I guess it does."

She kept kissing him and moved her hands to his shoulders. "You thought of me with Rex when you read those stories, didn't you?"

Matt grinned. "I guess just a little."

"You know I told him you were turned on."

"What do you mean?"

"Rex knows you got turned on letting me go out with him."

Matt thought that must have been what the email was about. "Why did you tell him that for?"

"He brought it up first. He started telling me about this white couple his friend hooked up with. The husband liked to watch her fuck his black friend like in those stories you showed me."

"How did you end up telling him about me?"

Darla sighed as she locked her hands behind his neck. "I guess I was drunk when I started mentioning something about the stories you like to read. Rex just said that maybe you liked to fantasize about it."

Matt didn't know what to say as Darla looked into his eyes and kissed the tip of his nose.

"It's alright baby. You can fantasize all you want. We'll imagine it together, ok?"

Darla straightened her head up as she half laughed and spoke at the same time saying.

"Rex had a hard on most of the time last night. I kept teasing him when we played cards at the party. I crossed my legs giving him a good look at my thighs."

Matt looked into her eyes listening to her story intensively.

"I kept looking out of the corner of my eye and watched the way he studied my body. His head was moving up to my boobs and I pretended to get more comfortable and leaned over letting them spill out."

"What did he do?"

"I could tell he wanted to take me somewhere and fuck the hell out of me."

"You're a slut!" Darla laughed as she gave Matt a log passionate kiss sending her tongue deep into his mouth. It lasted a minute or so than she kissed his nose and she starred intensively into his eyes.

Matt hadn't noticed but she unbuttoned his shirt. She started kissing his neck and slipped the shirt off his shoulders.

She stood taking off her clothes as Matt got naked and sat back down. Matt watched as she starred at him while pulling her thong down seductively moving her hips like a stripper.

She kept starring into his eyes as she straddled his legs and quickly held his stiff cock and guided it into her wet pussy. Darla put her weight down and started too slid down as Matt held her waist.

She locked her hands behind his neck as she slowly moved her body above his cock. They kissed and she looked into his eyes.

"This is what I want last night baby."

Her hips were swaying. Matt felt her pussy tighten.

"That's good sweetie."

Darla kept squeezing and flexing her belly muscles. Her long blonde hair flowed down touching his thighs as her body moved. Darla arched her body next making her boobs rub his chest. He felt her hard nipples on his skin and tried to twist his head down to take one into his mouth.

He gently nibbled it and circled his tongue around the glob. She moved her body putting the other boob next to his mouth and he repeated the technique.

Matt looked into her eyes before giving her another open mouth kiss. They were breathing hard as she started to move a little faster.

"He has a big cock doesn't he baby?"

Darla didn't verbally respond but her body spoke for her as he kissed her face. She was breathing hard and leaned her head back as he kissed and licked her neck. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

Matt listened to her breath as her eyes closed. He arched his hips up making her moan.

Matt starred down at his wife's boobs as he tried to imagine what was going through Rex' mind when she gave him an eye full. They looked so huge on her petite little body. Darla was only four eleven but everything was packed nicely from head to her toes.

Darla's came without warning as she shook above her husband yelling out loud in the process triggering Matt's climax as well. They came together and sat catching their breath.

Darla laid her head on his shoulder. "My God, that was so good baby."

Darla's pussy was still tightly wrapped around his cock. He kissed her chest as she rubbed the back of his head. She got up leaving a trail of cum on his legs. She giggled as another glob fell to the floor.

"I got to run."

Matt watched her as she giggled and ran to the bathroom. Matt smiled as he saw her boobs bounce with each step.
(To Be Continued)

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Wife Dating Our Neighbor
part3

Matt had been waiting on the couch. Darla yelled that she was ready. He got up and walked into the bedroom.

"Where are you at?"

"In here!"

Matt poked his head around the corner looking into the bathroom. Darla was peeking out from behind the door.

"Bring it on!"

Darla stepped back opening the door. The loud sound of her heels clicking on the tile filled the room as she stood smiling and spun around in a circle for her husband.

"What do you think?"

Matt took it all in from the top to her black heels. He looked at the tight black spandex pants and worked his way up to the sheer black top. The top was black as well and fit tight. It was made out of a sheer material.

Matt took a step closer as she backed into the bathroom light. Her breasts were clearly visible. Matt studied it and saw her hard nipples and every tiny little bump around them. Even her belly button was exposed and clearly visible. It was so sheer you could see her skin.

"You can see everything!"

Darla gave a devilish laugh as she turned around and started to apply her lipstick. Matt walked in behind her starring at her round ass cheeks. He ran his hand over the material.

"No panties or thong?"

"Nope, you're not supposed to wear anything under this."

"Turn around for a minute."

Darla held the tube of lipstick near her lips as she turned. Matt leaned over and checked out her crotch. The pants were so tight that every outline and curve of her pussy lips and mound was visible.

"Don't you think this is a little too sexy?"

"You told me to buy something that would get him turned on baby." Matt waited until she was done with her lips. Darla turned and dbangd her arms over his shoulders.

"Your better promise me you'll wait up with a still cock for me when I get home!"

Matt grinned. "How do I know you're not going to get a stiff cock while you're out?"

"You'll have to trust me, won't you?"

Matt rubbed her ass while she grinned back at him. "I almost forgot!"

Darla stepped back and took off her wedding rings. "I belong to Rex tonight!"

Matt quickly grabbed her waist playfully and sat her on the bathroom counter as she gave out a loud high pitched scream than laughed.

"I'll be hard and waiting when you come home tonight."

She stretched her head out to give him a kiss as she put the rings down on the counter. She reached over and grabbed a perfume bottle and squirted a little under her boobs and around her mound.

Darla started goofing around as she pointed at the little bottle and laughed as she tried to speak.

"This stuff is called jungle fever. It's very potent stuff too. It attracts big black men with huge black cocks."

Matt tried to grab the bottle out of her hand as she held it away from her body.

"I might need another dab or two later."

Matt just laughed as he rubbed her thighs. "No you won't either. You'll be home getting fucked by your husband by that time."

She gave him a kiss than said. "I have to get going I'm almost late."

Matt had to help her down because of the heels. She pulled him along out to the front room and grabbed her little purse that matched her outfit.

Darla leaned up giving him a kiss as she held the back of his neck. She starred right into his eyes and said.

"Don't you dare cum while I'm gone?" "I promise."

Darla reached for the door and turned around waiving at him with a smile. Matt smiled back as he watched the front door close. He waited a few minutes until he heard them walk to the car.

It was dark out but Matt could still see Rex's tall figure as he opened the door for Darla. The car backed out. Matt watched until he saw the tail lights as the car turned the corner.

Matt had been too busy to check the computer log. This was going to be his first stop. He sat down at the computer and opened the log. There were various things of no importance as he scrolled down further.

Damn it! There were no emails in the log! What a major disappointment. Matt scrolled down and saw a few web pages Darla was looking at and clicked them on. She was on the desperate white wives site again.

Matt checked to see what she was browsing at. There was a question and answer page. Matt started reading. A housewife wanted to know how she can make her pussy tight again for her husband. She apparently had been having an affair with a black guy with a huge cock.

Matt read the answer on what she could do for her problem. Matt's cock was hard as he tried to connect his wife to that question. Darla also looked at one of Karen's videos called the log.

"Wow! That guy is huge!"

Matt tried to insinuate his wife fucking that black guy in the video. Matt looked at other pages that Darla had checked out. She seemed to focus on one story called open marriage. Matt had read that one himself. He noticed that Darla had read every chapter.

Matt scrolled down further and opened another page. It was an adult toy store. The pages Darla viewed had condoms on them. There were different kinds and sized and this page showed extra large sizes. Some of them were ribbed and others were very thin.

Matt got a little nervous now. Was Darla thinking about fucking Rex? Why would she look at condoms? Matt couldn't find anything in the log that would indicate she ordered from them. Maybe she was just looking like everything else.

Matt shut down the program and computer and decided to watch a couple amateur videos he bought from Karen. He took the one out called open marriage. It was with that wife named Faith. Matt watched as her black lover pounded her into the mattress. H took his cock out started to stroke it.

He remember how Darla we him. He couldn't make himself cum. She'd be furious if she came home to a limp cock again. Matt stroked it nice and easy. He watched as the woman named Faith sucked that big black cock.

Matt tried to imagine how it compared to the way Darla described Rex. Rex had to be larger. This guy was huge but Darla said Rex was huge! Matt pressed the pause button and got up to get a beer.

The phone started to ring. Matt looked at the ID box. It was Darla's cell phone.

"Hello baby."

"I just called to check on you darling."

"How is everything going?"

"Darling giggled. He just loves this top! I'll tell you everything later."

"Where is he now?"

"He's at the table with his friends. I can't stay long. They're ordering pizza."

"I'll be up waiting."

Darla laughed. "It better be up when I get home mister. I have to go. I love you!"

"I love you too."

Matt returned to the sofa and finished watching the video. He decided to watch a movie on HBO rather than get in any trouble. It was getting late when the movie went off so he decided to try and get a little sleep. He didn't want to fuck up this time. Matt soon fell asleep.

Matt practically jumped out of bed when he heard something loud. He glanced over at the clock. It was after two in the morning. He got out of bed to see what it was. The place was dark so he turned on a light in the hallway.

He searched around until he saw Darla lying on the floor. She was leaning on the arm of a chair trying to get up off the floor.

"Are you alright honey?"

Darla lifted her head and gave him a silly grin. She replied slurring her words.

"I think I had too much to drink tonight."

Matt leaned down. "Put your arm around my shoulder."

He lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom setting her down on the edge of the bed. Matt kneeled down to take of her heels as she fell back onto the bed giggling.

Matt got the heels off and stood up and hooked his fingers around the waist of her tight sheer pants.

"My pussy is all wet!"

Matt looked at her crotch and saw a wet spot all round her crotch. He gently tugged on them and slipped all the way down her legs. She helped by raising each leg in the air. Matt tossed them onto the chair and looked back and saw her fingering her pussy slit.

Darla looked up at him with that silly smile as she arched her legs back and rubbed her clit.

"My pussy's been on fire all night, darling."

Darla wiggled her finger at him. "Come here and touch it. I want you to feel how hot it is."

Matt placed the palm of his hand on her mound as she arched her body up and moaned.

"Does it feel hot?"

Matt just smiled than said as he held out his hands. "Come up here and I'll help you with your top."

Darla extended her hands out to him as he took them and pulled her up. Matt helped her pull it over her head as she reached out for his face saying.

"I have to pee."

Matt helped her up and on the way to the bathroom she grabbed his crotch and giggled.

"Are you going to fuck me, baby?" Matt waited as she went pee and helped her back into bed. Matt crawled into bed as she sprung up grabbing his cock. She was laughing and squeezing it making it grow in her hand.

She took it into her mouth making groaning sounds as she ran her tongue around the head and squeezed his balls really hard.

"Ouch! That hurt!"

She took it out of her mouth laughing as she rubbed his balls. She climbed up and gave him an open mouth kiss.

"I should make you my little cuckold."

She laughed and licked his nose as she stroked his cock. "You want to be my little cuckold, darling?"

Matt knew she was getting this stuff from the stories. He kissed her lips as she played with his cock. She moved her head back down and took his cock back into her mouth and sucked really hard. She made it pop out of her mouth and licked her lips.

She looked up at him smiling as she kept a grip on it. "I wonder what a chocolate cock would taste like."

She laughed when she saw the serious expression on his face. "I'm I teasing you, darling?"

She got up and straddled his legs and put his cock between her pussy lips and slowly sank down.

"That's much better, baby."

She put her hands on his chest to balance herself as she started to move up and down. She closed her eyes as Matt squeezed her boobs.

"That's it honey. Fuck me."

Matt looked up at his beautiful wife as she blurted out her next words. "I was almost a bad girl tonight!"

Matt starred and waited as she moved above him. She kept moaning with her eyes closed as Matt lost his patience for her to continue.

"What happened? Why were you almost a bad girl tonight? "Rex!"

Matt waited as she muttered her words.

"Rex started to rub my thigh under the table tonight."

"What did you do? Did you stop him?"

She kept moving as she spoke. "I reached out and took his hand and held it."

"You held his hand?"

Darla moaned and kept moving up and down slowly as she continued. "I held it against my thigh. I was rubbing his fingers."

Matt was all wide eyed in anticipation to what happened next. "What next?"

"Rex squeezed my thigh as I held it. He started to move up closer to my pussy but I took his hand and stopped him."

"Rex tried to touch your pussy?"

Darla just groaned keeping her eyes shut as her body moved up and down his cock. "Fuck me, baby."

Matt's cock felt like it got harder as he listened to his wife.

"We held hands than he moved it onto his thigh so I rubbed it."

Matt started to arch his hips with excitement.

"I moved my hand on his thigh darling. He took hold of my hand and edged it higher. I felt his cock."

Matt was sweating, his cock rock solid hard.

"Big."

Matt kept looking at her lips as she held her mouth open.

"Big what honey?"

"His cock was big and I felt it throbbing."

"Did you play with it?" "I wanted to but I stopped."

Matt flexed his hips and lifted his head up to suck on one of her boobs. He stopped to look up at her face.

"Why did you stop?"

Matt waited for her reply. He just knew she would say something about thinking of him.

"His friend came back from the bathroom."

Matt was in a lustful frenzy and began arching his legs up until he blasted off his load.

"Wait! Don't cum yet, darling!"

It was too late. Matt was spewing his load into her after listening to her story. Matt raised his head up against her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair saying.

"Why did you cum so quickly?"

Matt looked up at her with almost pleading eyes. "I'm sorry sweetie. I'll make you cum."

Matt quickly turned her over onto her back and lifted her legs back against her chest and started to lick her pussy. It didn't matter that he was eating his own cum. He was too aroused from listening to her tell her story to stop.

Darla held her hands on his head while he licked and ate. She started to tremble and than she came. She let out a loud holler as she stretched out her legs. Her fingers were pulling on his hair as she continued to cum.

Matt kept licking as her body relaxed. Darla started to speak again as Matt kissed her pussy mound.

"Rex kissed me in the car."

That got Matt's attention as he raised his head to listen. "Rex kissed you?"

"We were still parked at the club and he leaned over and gave me a kiss. The next thing I knew he was squeezing my boobs."

Matt climbed up over her body to get closer to her face as he reached out and massaged one of her boobs. "Rex kept kissing me than I felt my top being lifted up."

Matt kissed her chin as he massaged her boobs. "What happened next?'

"I felt his hand squeezing my breast as we kissed. I heard his belt buckle and knew he was trying to undue his pants."

Matt's heart rate increased as he bent down to kiss her chest.

"I'm not sure how long he massaged my boobs but there was this tapping on the car window. It was one of his friends so I quickly pulled down my top."

"What did his friend want?"

"I don't remember exactly. It was something to do with calling him in the morning. Rex rolled up the window and I told him I better get home."

"He didn't try anything else?"

"He wanted to and started to pull my top back up but I pulled it down telling him I couldn't do this."

Matt kissed her lips as he massaged her boobs. The story was making him hot and hard again as he spread her legs and positioned his cock toward her pussy. Matt kissed her face as she held his arms.

"Are you mad at me honey?"

"I'm not made. You did the right thing."

Matt's cock poked inside her pussy just as he finished that sentence. Darla wrapped her legs around his back and held on tight as he fucked her deep and hard. She was rubbing his back while kissing his neck.

She was just too tired to cum again and whispered in his ear. "Cum for me darling"

Matt fucked her hard slamming his legs into her upturned ass until he shot his load into her and finally rolled off along her side. Matt caught his breath than looked over at Darla. She was already fast asleep from exhaustion and the drinks.

Matt lifted up and leaned over and kissed her cheek. He started to lay back down when he heard Darla start to mumble in her sleep.

"No. I can't do this! Rex....Please....I have to talk to my husband..." "Are you awake, honey?"

Matt looked over at her and waited. There was no answer at first. There were only smacking sounds coming from her lips.

"Let me ask Matt first."

"Darla?"

"I'll let you know, Rex."

Matt put his head back down on the pillow. He'd wondered what she meant. Could she be talking about asking him if she can fuck Rex?

They slept in late the next morning. Matt got in the shower first. Darla joined him shortly after.

"My head is just pounding this morning!"

Matt lathered her back than she turned around and kissed him. "I don't even remember coming to bed last night."

"Don't you remember us fucking?"

Darla nervously laughed. "No I don't remember a thing."

"Do you remember anything about the drive home last night?"

"I remember being at the club. I remember dancing and eating pizza. The drive home is a blank!"

Matt looked at her and felt she was telling the truth. She was drunk out of her mind last night. He wondered now if that's all that Rex tried to do with hr last night.

They were drying off when Darla looked over at Matt. "So you fucked me last night?"

Matt looked over at her. "Don't you remember?"

Darla starred at the floor for a moment. "I think so."

She started to smile as she dried her hair. "You kept your word last night."

Matt stopped to stare at her. "I sure did." Matt stepped closer giving her a kiss. "I think you did too."

"What do you mean?"

"You stopped Rex from going any further last night."

Darla hesitated as she tried to remember everything. "I told you what happened?"

"You told me Rex kissed you and was feeling up your boobs that's about as far as you went."

"Nothing else happened last night but what I told you about."

Matt looked over at his wife with a smile. "I believe you."


(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife Dating Our Neighbor
part4


Matt was stretching his tongue as far as he could as Darla pressed her ass down on his face. He opened his eyes and could see her leaning and hanging onto the headboard. He reached up and massaged her boobs as his tongue swirled around inside her pussy.

He was lucky she weighed less than one hundred pounds otherwise she would have been smashing his face into the mattress. She groaned as she reached down grabbing a handful of his hair and pulled. It hurt but he was turned on.

He knew she was role playing and he absolutely loved it. They had been watching one of the videos they bought from Karen Kay and knew she was playing out the cuckold scenario for him.

Matt kept working his tongue as he slipped his hand down and around her little round ass. He could feel her body flexing as she pushed her weight down on him.

"Come on, you can do better than that!"

Matt obeyed and lovingly stretched his tongue out further. His nose must have been rubbing against her clit in just the right position because she moaned louder and moved her hand down to touch that area and his nose.

She gave his hair another slight tug just to let him know she wanted more. Matt obliged her by moving his nose across her clit.

"You do that so good to me baby."

Matt moved his hands up to hold onto her waist. He knew what she wanted to do next. She let go of the headboard with both hands and felt her hands take gobs of his hair and waited for her to balance above his face.

In an instant her body began riding him like a jockey would ride a horse. She had a tight grip on his hair as she leaned forward hissing and licking her lips. Matt saw her turn her head around like a jockey would to see if another horse was moving up. She was actually looking to see how hard is cock was.

They'd done this before. Matt just loved it. He'd make her cum than she would slide back and ride his cock in the same fashion. She was pulling on his hair so tight that he thought for a moment that she had pulled out a chunk of it.

Matt's tongue worked on her clit and he starred up toward her face as she started to moan. Her body shook and she gripped his hair even harder. Darla mashed her little ass down hard on her husband's face as she came.

Matt still held her waist to keep her steady from falling off. She liked it and he loved doing every aspect of it. Matt felt her body relax as she started to let go of his hair. He kept licking her pussy gently as she eased back and looked down into his eyes.

"You're my little cuckold baby."

Matt just loved the way she said it! He kept licking her pussy like her little servant. Matt moved his hands down to her ass and started to rub it when he knew she was about to slid back. He couldn't wait to feel her tight little pussy grip his cock. It was always much tighter after she came.

Darla surprised him this time. She was moving her leg up and getting off his body and sat down on the bed and grabbed his cock with her hand.

"I want to see how you whack your little cock when I'm not here baby."

Matt starred at her with pleading eyes. She knew he wanted her to mount him. He just starred at her for a moment as she gripped his cock moving her hand slowly up and down it.

Darla took her free hand and grabbed his right arm and placed his hand on his cock while she moved her other hand away. She circled her fingers around his hand and started to move it up and down for him.

"Come on baby. I want to see how good you are at it."

"Can we do this later?"

Darla gave a devilish laugh as she smiled and looked in his eyes. "Come on and do it for me baby. Pretend I'm out with Rex for me."

Darla hadn't gone out with Rex since she came home with that story on how he kissed her and played with her boobs in the car last week. Matt started to move his hand and kept starring at her to see how serious she was.

"I want you to do it for me or you won't get any pussy for a month!"

He was stroking it slowly but lifted his head off the pillow to plead with her.

"Please honey?

"You heard me now play with it."

Matt finally gave in and started to move his hand. He in face got a better grip on it like he would normally do when she wasn't around. She smiled as she rubbed his stomach and kept an eye on his hand. She twisted around and reached down on the floor retrieving a magazine.

She had a page marked and opened it up allowing Matt the pictures she had marked. One showed a huge black cock inside a petite blonde from the rear. There was another close up shot showing how her pussy was stretched out around the cock.

"Pretend it's me with "Rex, Baby."

Darla never did anything like this before. They joked around about cuckold stuff the night before last. Matt kept stroking his cock looking at the photos. Darla held them up a bit longer and finally put them back on the floor.

She leaned over his face letting her huge boobs dangle down near his mouth. He took one of the nipples in his mouth and nibbled on it while he kept working his hand on his cock.

"That's it make them nice and hard for me."

Matt's hand was moving quicker and Darla glanced down to see he was doing a good job of it. She moved her boobs away from him and reached down to help him whack off.

Mat as leaning his head up watching how she wrapped her hand over his. He moved a little faster. Darla watched and waited than moved her hand away. She saw that he was going to cum any second and kneeled up and cupped her palm out near his belly.

"Good boy! Cum for me! Shoot it into my hand."

Matt's hand was moving faster and gripped his cock tighter than it happened. He started to groan as the first shot flew straight up landing on her hand. Another spurt flew up than a couple smaller ones followed.

Darla took her other hand wiping the remainder of his cum on it. She took both her hands and smeared his cum on her boobs around her nipples and giggled as she kept looking at Matt.

She carefully smeared it around as if she were frosting a cake. Matt was giving his cock a final squeeze as Darla leaned over his face and dangled her boobs down near his mouth.

"Lick it off for me baby. I want to see you eat your cum for me."

Matt looked into her eyes knowing she meant it but shook his head no.

"Your not going to get any pussy for a month or maybe longer if you don't listen to me young man."

Matt tasted his own cum in her pussy before. He figured it couldn't be that bad since it was on her boobs and lifted his head up and started to lick.

Darla moaned as his tongue moved in tiny circles. She waited until he cleaned off one boob and moved the other boob near his mouth. Darla giggled and waited until every last speck was gone. She moved down and gave him a wet passionate kiss than smacked her lips as she looked down at him.

"It tastes a little salty!"

She gave him another long open mouth kiss as Matt pulled her down on top of him. She reached for his cock but it was limp and she started to giggle.

"I'm going to have to find me a stud that can stay hard for me."

They kissed a while longer but Matt was still limp so she got out of bed to use the toilet. Matt stroked his cock but there wasn't much life in it at the moment. It usually took him a while to get hard again and hope Darla would wait.

Darla came back into the bedroom wearing a thong and bra as Matt looked disappointed.

"You had your chance mister!"

Darla put on a pair of tight jeans and a blouse as Matt sat on the edge of the bed scratching his head. She roughly pushed hi back down on the bed and climbed on top of his chest. She messed his hair with her hands than cupped his face looking straight down and said.

"Did it turn you on the way we had sex?"

Matt just grinned and replied. "I didn't get any pussy!"

Darla laughed saying. "I might hold back giving you any pussy for a while. What do you think of that?"

They kissed than Darla poked playfully at his nose as he rubbed her ass.

"Rex called me today and wanted to know what I was doing this Friday."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him I'd check with you to see if you had any plans."

"I hadn't planned anything, why? Did he have somewhere in mind to take you again?"

"I don't think so. I think he just wanted to take me out."

Matt squeezed her ass through the tight jeans as she circled her finger around his nose and kept studying his face.

"Do you want to go out with him again?"

"It depends on how you feel about it."

Darla leaned down giving him a long open mouth kiss. Her tongue entered his mouth and mingled with his. She lifted her mouth off his than kissed his nose than smiled down at him as if she were casually waiting for his reply.

Matt moved his hand up along her back and raised his head to kiss her chin before he replied.

"Would you go out dancing or something?"

Darla laughed as she flexed her eyebrows at him. "What do you mean by something else?"

"He did kiss you and played with you breasts the last time. What makes you think he won't try to do that again or even go further with you?"

Darla moved an inch higher so she could look straight into his eyes and held her hands on his face saying.

"That's not going to happen again unless I allow it. I had a talk with Rex this week about it ok?"

"You just said unless you allow it?"

"Listen. I told Rex I'd never cheat on you behind your back. You know yourself I would never fuck another man unless we got involved in that lifestyle."

"You mean like an open marriage where the husband allows his wife to see other men. Like Karen and those other wives who fuck black men?"

Darla was talking seriously as she replied. "I wouldn't want to fuck dozens of different men, honey. I just thought since it turned you on so much that Rex might have an interest in it."

Matt starred in her eyes as he paused for a moment. "How would this all work? I can't see you just walking over to Rex's place and telling him you want to fuck him."

"Honey....Relax for a moment and let me explain.

Matt kept looking up at her eyes as he rubbed her ass.

"I've already mentioned some of this to Rex the other day."

"You did?"

"Listen before you get upset with me."

Matt calmed down and went back to rubbing her ass again.

"Rex told me that night we kissed how attracted he was to me. I told him I was attracted to him too but reminded him that I was married. I started to open up to him about our relationship and how much it turned you on reading and watching interracial porn."

Matt was listening intensively.

"I told Rex about how you couldn't get an erection from playing with yourself thinking about me and him on that date. Rex told me about a friend of his that had a special relationship with a white couple."

"What did they do?"

"Rex told me they did all sorts of things like role playing and things that we saw in the videos and read in the stories."

"You mean like cuckolding and stuff like that?"

"I mean everything that would turn us both on honey! I'd want to make this the most enjoyable for you. I love you very much."

"I love you too." They got up from the bed. Matt still had other questions.

"Have you thought any of this out yet? I mean like having Rex wear a condom! How do you know you would even be able to take that big thing inside you?"

"I thought about condoms but I'm on the pill you know." Darla laughed as she thought about the other question. "I'm sure Rex would be gentle with me."

"When do you have to let Rex know about Friday?"

"He doesn't have anything planned so I can call just about anytime."

They had walked out into the kitchen. Darla turned around and put her arms around Matt.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Matt hugged her back and rubbed her shoulder as he replied. "I guess we can give it a try."

"Let me call and see if Rex is home."

Darla picked up the house phone and dialed his number.

"Hello Rex, I wasn't sure if you would be home or not. I have some good news about Friday."

Matt folded his arms as she talked.

"I had a long discussion with Matt today and I think we're going to give this a try."

Matt saw the smile on her face as she listened.

"I thought you'd be excited and that's why I wanted to call you as soon as we agreed on it."

Darla reached out and took Matt's hand as she listened to Rex.

"I'm not sure either. We'll just take one step at a time and figure it out as we go along."

Darla was laughing at something Rex said.

"I'll talk it over with Matt and see exactly how far he wants to go with his. He might just want to start off with the basics and maybe explore different scenarios."

Darla was playing with his fingers as she spoke with Rex.

"We'll talk later once we decide how we're going to do this on Friday. I'll talk to you later. Bye."

Darla let go of his hand to put the phone down. She turned around and sighed.

"Rex was really excited."

"Are you really sure you want to try this Darla?"

Darla walked up to Matt and held his arms as she starred up into Matt's eyes.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about all of this. There are a lot of husband's that would gladly trade places with you just to watch their wife fuck a black guy!"

Matt held his finger on the remote button. His favorite television show pushing daisies was just about ready to go off. Matt liked it since the beginning. The character named Olive looked exactly like Darla only Darla had long hair.

Both women were beautiful with high pitched voices and extremely petite with huge boobs. Darla was in the bathroom taking a bubble bath. She'd been on the phone making plans with Rex late that afternoon.

He checked in on her a few minutes ago and saw her covered with soap suds. She'd been out shopping for clothes again to wear on her date with Rex. She said she stopped off at one of those adult toy stores and bought a couple things. She said they were a surprise for him.

He clicked off the television and headed for bed. He hoped Darla would be horny after her bath. Tomorrow would be the big day! Her date!


(To Be Conitued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife Dating Our Neighbor
part5




Matt's stomach churned as he looked at the clock. He was a nervous wreck. Rex would be here in less than an hour. Darla denied having sex with him these past few days. She wanted to stay horny for Rex.

He thought about having a drink. It might take the edge off. Darla had promised she would whack him off as soon as she finished shaving her pussy. Matt sat back down on the living room sofa.

He glanced outside. It was dark. Darla told him how they had planned everything out. It was going to be a casual evening. Rex would come over. Darla said it would be his time to get acquainted with Rex.

They'd all talk and have a drink or two. Darla wanted Matt to feel comfortable around Rex. She wanted him to ask any questions or concerns he had. She wanted Matt to enjoy it as much as he did reading stories and watching videos.

Matt heard Darla calling him. "Come here for a moment darling."

Matt nervously got up. He entered the bedroom and there she was! Matt stopped in his tracks to take it all in. God! She looked so damn sexy!

"How do you like it?"

Matt walked in a little further getting a good look at what she choose to wear for the evening.

"It's a lace and mesh chemise!"

Matt took a long look. It was black and very transparent. It had a halter neckline that plunged in front. It looked like it was made out of spandex and polyester. It hugged her waist and tummy. It only covered a couple inches of her thighs but hugged her little round ass fairly tight as well.

"Do you like the little slippers that match?"

Matt smiled as he looked down at the slip on spike heels. They had fluffy little feather stuff on them and open towed. Matt stepped back leaning his head down looking toward her crotch.

"I can see the outline of your pussy slit."

Darla laughed. "It did come with a matching g-string but I figured it was going to get ripped or lost somewhere."

Matt was surprised that she already finished her makeup too. He was hoping to maybe get a blow job before Rex arrived. Darla picked up a pair of blue satin boxes from the chair and held them up.

"I bought these for you to wear tonight. Hurry up and get naked and lay down on the bed for me."

Matt almost rushed getting his clothes off. He quickly got onto the bed and waited for Darla. She sat down near the edge and took hold of his cock. She lovingly started to stroke his cock and brought her other hand up to caress his balls.

She just had her nails done at the salon. They were bright red and were Matt's favorite color. He noticed she had her toe nails painted the same color. She was smiling as she stroked his cock and started to talk.

"Rex had me laughing on the phone yesterday. He said I looked just like that little blonde in the television show, pushing daises."

Matt smiled saying. "He's right, even your voice sounds like hers when you talk!"

Darla giggled and put one of her hands to her chest. "I even have big knockers like hers too!"

Darla started to work her hand on his cock more intensively.

"That's it baby. This will take the edge off for you a little."

Matt was starring at her hard nipples through the thin black material. He knew it wouldn't take long for Darla to make him cum. She was squeezing his cock just right as she moved her hand up and down.

Darla's cell phone started to ring.

"Damn it!"

It rang again playing her favorite song.

"I better get that honey. It might be Rex."

Matt felt disappointed as she stopped and got up to get her phone. She picked up and said hello.

"Hello Rex! I'm as ready as I'll ever be!"

"Good! I'll see you in a couple minutes....Bye." Darla closed he phone and quickly grabbed the silk boxers she had bought for him to wear.

"We don't have very much time. Rex will be here in five minutes. Hurry up and put these on and wear your slippers or something."

Darla picked up Matt's cloths and put them on the chair as he slipped into the boxes. She leaned out with puckered lips and gave him a tiny little peck on the lips. She didn't want to smear her lipstick.

"I'm going to run out to the kitchen and get our drinks ready."

Matt wanted her to make him cum so badly! His balls ached but it would just have to wait.

Matt started to walk out into the kitchen when he heard a knock at the patio door. His heart skipped a beat.

Darla yelled out. "Come on in the door is open."

Rex came in and slid the screen door shut. Matt only met him briefly and forgot how tall and big this guy was. He stood near the door starring at Matt. Mat checked him out. Rex was wearing a tight red satin thong. Matt saw the size of the bulge underneath.

Darla smiled at him as she finished putting ice in the glasses. "Don't be shy, Rex. Come on in and make yourself at home."

Darla had finished the drinks as Rex walked in and handed him a glass.

"You've met my husband before, Rex."

Matt extended his hand out to shack as the two men's eyes meet. Matt felt Rex grip his hand. His hand felt small compared to Rex's. Rex stood at about six-six and must have weighed two-forty or more. He was a big man and practically stood naked.

Rex had a shaved head and his chest resembled a well toned body builder. Matt was only five-three which made him over a foot shorter in height.

Darla handed her husband his drink. "Why don't we all go into the living room and get more comfy."

Matt walked ahead of them and heard Rex talking in his deep husky voice. "You like nice this evening."

"I like the way the thong fits on you. I got the largest size they had."

Matt knew now that Darla must have picked it out on her shopping trip this week. He sat down on the recliner. He automatically figured Darla would set next to him on the sofa. Rex sat down on the end of the sofa as Darla smiled at Matt padding the loveseat cushion.

Matt got up and changed seats. Darla sat right next to him on the love seat as she sighed and looked over at Rex.

"We're all finally here together."

"Darla told me you're retired from the service."

"I was last stationed at the base in town. A lot of my friends still life in the area so I decided to put down stacks right here."

Darla started to rub Matt's leg as he looked over at Rex. Rex was looking at Darla's hand moving. Darla directed a comment at Matt.

"Rex has that friend in town that I told you about. You know the one who is in that relationship with the white couple?"

Matt nodded as he remembered.

"Do you think you're ready to give something like that a try, Matt?"

Matt was surprised Rex was asking so directly.

"Well. We've been discussing this and we thought we'd kind of start slow and see how it works out."

Rex chuckled at Matt's reply and said "You let me know if your not comfortable doing any of this."

Darla leaned over and kissed Matt's cheek as she rubbed his thigh. "I think we're fine."

Matt put his arm around her as he sipped the drink. "Have you ever done anything like this before Rex?"

"I briefly joined a nudist club when I was stationed in California but never did anything like this."

"I think Darla mentioned that to me."

"I dabbled in body building competition but now I only work out for fun and to keep in shape."

Darla giggled and rubbed Matt's thigh again saying. "Matt likes to read interracial stories and watch the videos. Isn't that right honey?"

Matt just grinned as he tried to avoid answering and took a quick sip of the drink.

Rex replied to her comment. "Darla showed me the site you like to visit." Rex took a sip of his drink than added. "You might get spoiled and want to see it live from now on Matt!"

Darla laughed. "Oh lord! I'll have to buy Matt a video camera so he can watch whenever he wants." They all laughed.

"What other things are you interested in trying out Matt?"

Matt glanced over at Darla for a second than back to Rex. "I don't really know. I never thought how we were going to do any of this. I let Darla make plans for this evening."

"I think Rex wants to know what you'd like to try. You know how some of the husband's like to sit and whack their dicks next to the bed. Do you remember watching that video of Karen the other night and her husband licked her pussy after her lover shot his load into her?"

Matt just shook his head not know what to say. "Whatever you two want to try is fine with me."

Darla rubbed Matt's cock through the material of the boxers as she said. "Rex and I figured we'd sit here and talk for awhile with you until you feel comfortable. We thought that Rex and I could go back to his place and listen to a little music and get cozy for awhile."

"What should I do?"

"Rex is leaving the patio door open so you can come over and watch anytime you like. Just give us about forty-five minutes or so to get cozy before you come over."

"How will I know where you are?"

Darla laughed as she rubbed his cock. "Rex's condo looks just like ours only the rooms are reversed. Just take a peek in the living room. You can watch from a distance. Just in case you don't see us sitting on the couch than check the master bedroom. Just be quiet when you come in. I'm nervous enough tonight and so is Rex. You might just want to stay near the doorway until we get use to this."

Darla stood and took Matt's empty glass out of his hand.

"Do you want another drink Rex?"

"I think I better have one more to break the ice a little."

Matt watched as she took Rex's glass and wiggled her ass on her way out to the kitchen.

Matt sighed as he tried to think of something to say while Darla was mixing drinks.

"How often do you work out Rex?"

"I get to the gym at least twice a week. I still have to setup my equipment in my spare bedroom."

"I just want to make sure you won't hurt my wife. She said she you were big!"

Rex laughed. "Its ten and a half inches long in fact. The guys on base nick named me doorknob."

"Is it that big? I mean as big as an actual door knob?"

Rex was chuckling as he shook his head up and down. Matt modestly smiled remembered how he measured his at one time at five inches long. His certainly wasn't much thicker than a couple of his fingers.

"I'm going to be very gentle with your wife Matt. Darla will stretch once I start banging her regularly."

Matt hardly had time to reply as Darla cam back with the drinks. She gave Rex his drink than came over handing Matt his drink. She leaned over and kissed him. Matt thought she was going to sit back down next to him but walked over and sat right down next to Rex.

Matt took a sip of the drink as he saw his wife rub Rex's thigh. She was holding her glass in the other hand as she smiled up at him. Matt's cock was rock hard. It was the first time he saw them together.

The contrast of their skin was arousing him. Rex was just starring intensively into her eyes as she took a short sip of her drink. Her eyes remained locked on his as her hand massaged his thigh.

Max lifted his arm and put it around her shoulder as she moved her head forward enough to give him room. Matt saw her ease her body closer to his until their bodies touched.

Darla looked like a little girl being only four-eleven inches tall. She crossed her legs rocking her foot back and forth as she smiled over at Matt.

"I didn't fix your drink too strong did I honey?"

Matt shook his head. "It's fine baby. You made it just right."

Darla turned to Rex. "Is your drink ok?"

"Everything is just fine right now. I never really paid much attention to the drink to be honest with you."

Darla just laughed as she took another sip then held out her hand with the glass in it to Matt.

"Would you put this on the table for me honey?"

Matt got up taking the glass out of her hand as she moved herself around on the couch. She just sort of bounced and faced herself until she was looking over at Rex. Matt had set the glass down on the end table along with his own by than as Rex turned and put his down as well.

Darla was giggling as she moved Rex's arm down along the cushion. She stood up and sat down on his lap sideways giggling as she put her arm around his neck. They just sat there starring at each other as she ran the tip of her finger on his chin.

Rex moved one of his hands on her thigh as she crossed her legs. Matt was completely aroused now as he waited to see what his wife was going to do next. She pulled his head down so she could whisper into his ear.

Matt had no idea what she was saying. She sort of laughed while she whispered and held onto his shoulder as she leaned forward. Rex seemed to agree on whatever she said.

She gave Rex a little peck on the lips next making Matt's cock that much harder. She wiggled her feet and smiled over at Matt.

"I think we're going over to Rex's place to listen to a little music for a while. You can come join us in a while baby." Rex allowed her to get to her feet as Matt stood up and waited until she was completely on her feet. She took Rex's hand and Matt saw there fingers interlock together.

Darla took one last look at Matt and smiled as she waived at him twinkling her fingers with her free hand. Matt just stood there watching his wife leading the tall black man back to his place.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife Dating Our Neighbor
part6

Matt waited until Rex and his wife entered his place from the back patio door. He quickly made preparations to walk right over there once he figured they were in the front room. He wasn't going to have no part in waiting around for forty-five minutes like Darla wanted him to do.

His feet shuffled across the kitchen floor in those noisy sleepers he was wearing. He figured he'd take them off and leave them near the back door. He shut off the kitchen light and slipped out the back door.

Matt almost tripped on the bushes as he squeezed through onto Rex's deck. It was completely dark in Rex's condo. A dim light suddenly lit up in the living room. That's when Matt decided to enter. Matt bumped his toe on the table and almost stumbled as he walked through the dark kitchen.

Matt slowed down to get his bearing for a moment. The layout was just like Darla said it would be. It was reversed from their layout. Matt snuck into the dinning room and looked out into the front room. He kneeled down and watched from the doorway.

He could see Rex standing near the television. Music started top play. Rex had put something on that resembled lovers music. He barely turned on the volume so Matt hoped he'd be able to hear them talk.

Darla walked out from the bedroom area on her way back from the bathroom and took a seat on the sofa. Rex slowly walked to the sofa and sat down right next to her. Matt had a fairly good location to see them from considering he was in a dark room only twenty or so feet away from them.

"I'm still worried about my husband."

Rex was getting himself more comfortable as he put his arm around her head.

"Your husband is going to be fine."

Darla giggled. "I think your right. He had a sort of gleam in his eyes when he was watching us sitting together at my place."

"It'll be just like I told you."

They sat starring at each other for a moment while Rex gently squeezed her arm. Matt watched as Rex leaned over and gave his wife a gentle kiss on her lips.

"I do hope you understand why I stopped you from going any further the other last week. I needed time to think this over and see where everything stood with my husband first."

"I do actually. I'm glad we took more time to discus your husbands needs first."

Rex laid another kiss on her lips as Darla smiled back at him. "I'm not so sure how I'm going to react with him watching us."

Rex chuckled. "You'll have to learn to block him out."

He kissed her again only this time Matt saw Rex's tongue enter her mouth. Matt's heart was racing. Rex moved his hand up and massaged one of Darla's boobs. They stopped kissing as Darla put her hand on Rex's thigh.

"I tried to get him off before you came over."

Rex kissed her gently again. Their lips remained an inch or so apart as he replied. "Did you?"

"We hadn't had sex in a few days."

He gave her another kiss running his tongue deep inside as his hand went inside the chemise this time. Matt could see he was defiantly enjoying it. He than noticed that Darla's hand had moved over to Rex's bulge. She was actually rubbing his cock!

This was almost too much for Matt to take in at once! He watched as their heads moved with their kiss. Matt was stroking his cock. He saw Rex's tongue out. Darla parted her lips sucking it in again. The room was filled with wet sounds and the faint sound of the music playing.

Rex was pulling the chemise down off her shoulders as they kissed. Her breasts were fully exposed now. Matt saw how her hand stretched to get a feel of his balls. He couldn't wait to see the size of this man once he took off the tiny thong.

Rex lowered his face to a breast. Darla moved her hand away from his crotch and rubbed the back of his bald head as he sucked on a boob. Matt saw her starring intensively down toward his lips.

Her red painted nails looked as erotic as she gently massaged the back of Rex's head. He rose up giving her another kiss. Matt could see where Rex had just been. Her boob was covered with his saliva.

Rex started to lean forward gently pushing her back along the sofa as their lips remained locked. His hands were tugging at the chemise as she raised her hips making it easier to pull it off for him. Matt kept stroking his cock as Rex laid the chemise on the floor. Darla was starring intensively at Rex as he sat back down and began massaging her thighs. Matt watched the big man as he lowered his head down and started to kiss them just above the knees.

Matt had to refrain himself from getting too aroused. He didn't want to shoot his load this soon. Rex had moved his hand higher while he kissed her knees. He rubbed her tummy than raised his head up. Their eyes met as they smiled.

Rex lifted one of her legs and began kissing it downward until he reached her ankle. She giggled as he started licking her toes. He held her foot with both hands and worked each toe into his mouth making her gasp and moan out loud.

He lifted the second foot and began working on those toes. Matt expected her to start laughing at any second. Rex seemed to know just how lick and touch them because she moaned intensively.

Matt watched as he worked on her feet. Darla was getting very aroused. Matt saw her touch her pussy as Rex worked on her feet. She looked both nervous and aroused as her finger flirted with her pussy slit. Rex took notice of where she had her hand.

Matt watched the big man as he gently put her legs on the cushion. He stood ad walked near her head. Darla leaned up and grabbed his thong. She looked excited as she lowered it down his muscular thighs and legs and let it drop on the floor.

Matt couldn't see his cock from his angle but she was starring at it eyes wide! Matt saw her lift her hand. She was still starring at it while she massaged it.

"Don't be afraid. Kiss it."

Matt saw her head lean in and wished he could see what was going on better. His hand was still stroking his cock as he decided to move closer and walked slowly into the room.

Matt stood only a few feet away behind a recliner. He leaned forward another foot or so and got his first look at his cock. I was huge! Darla had her hand on it while her tongue flickered around the head. Matt tried to take it all in. He saw now why they gave him the nick name, door knob.

Matt felt his balls ach as he stroked his cock. Matt watched as Rex leaned over blocking his view of his wife again. Rex was rubbing his fingers across her mound. Matt did see her legs open as Rex moved his index finger along her slit. Matt could see that she was wet from his vantage point.

Rex barely touched her pussy. Mat figured he was teasing her. Rex inserted just the tip into her slit and rubbed her clit making her moan and move her hand over on top of his.

Rex was moving again. He was kneeling down and Matt could see her smiling dace again as she watched what Rex was doing. He grabbed her thighs and roughly positioned her on the cushion. He than raised her legs back until her thighs touched her chest. Matt watched as the big guy buried his face between her legs.

Matt could only see the back of his bald head. He was defiantly licking her pussy. Darla lifted her head as she reached out and put her hands on the back of his head. He was holding her legs up out of the way. Matt finally heard the slurping noises Rex was making.

She started to moan lit an injured cat. It was a high pitched moan. The next thing Matt saw was Darla slamming her fist into the back of the couch as her hips arched up.

Darla's body tensed every few seconds as Rex kept working his mouth on her pussy. Her stomach started to heave. Her breath was labored. Her hips arched up in rhythm for the next minute or so until she finally let out a loud high pitched scream. She slammed one fist into the back of the sofa while clinching the one underneath in her hand.

Darla screamed in almost a sheer cry as she came. Matt watched how her hips bucked into Rex's face. His mouth was still working. He didn't let up until her body began to relax again.

Matt popped his load inside his boxers He tried to remain as quiet as he could as he stroked his cock a few more times until every last drop drained from his cock. It felt so good. He wanted to do that for hours. He looked back at his wife and saw Rex positioning her body on the cushion again.

Matt quickly rubbed the material of his boxes against his limp cock. He could feel how wet they became from his mess. He wished he hadn't cum yet but it was too late.

Rex was positioning himself between her legs. He had one knee in the cushion while the other foot remained on the floor. Matt walked around so he could get a better look. Rex was smacking her belly with his big cock.

Matt gasped looking at the contrast of their skin. Darla was looking down at it than looked into his eyes as he backed up a few inches. Matt was starring down from behind the sofa now as Rex inserted his big thick cock between Darla's pussy slit. He couldn't see how she was going to take that thing. Darla's legs were still pressed back against her boobs as Rex held his cock with one hand and rubbed the thick huge head across her slit. He must have been touching her clit because she was moaning again.

Darla's pussy was soaking wet. Rex was spreading the wetness around with the head of his big cock. Matt held his own cock as he watched Rex stop and press his cock inside. Matt leaned over the back of the couch watching closely.

Darla's eyes squinted almost shut. Matt thought she was in pain as Rex tried to push forward. She put her hands down on either side of his cock hoping to help ease the pain. That big cock was wet but apparently it wasn't wet enough.

Matt's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets when Rex turned his head in his direction and peered at him for a second. Matt took the stare as a hint not to be so close and backed up.

Rex stretched out and leaned across the couch to pick up a tube of something. It was clear plastic and looked like a red jell. Rex applied it to his cock and started to rub it in. He than positioned himself back near Darla's pussy and squeezed a little stream along her pussy slit.

Darla shivered. "That feels cold."

Rex closed the tube and put it on the floor. He moved forward. He rubbed his cock along her slit now. It made the jell smear around lubing the area. Matt saw him working the large head into her slit.

He pressed forward. The look on Darla's face said it all her body was trembling. She had her mouth wide open as she starred down between her lets. Her hands held onto her knees holding her legs back for him.

Matt was on an angle behind the couch looking over. He saw Rex push and saw Darla squint. She suddenly inhaled in a gasp like sound. Matt saw her body jerk. Rex was in the way of actually seeing his cock from Matt's angle.

Darla was mewing in almost a cry as she kept her eyes closed. Matt saw how her hands clinched her knees. He saw Rex's body moving back and forth. Matt took a step forward until he got a view.

It was inside her! Matt touched his cock. He was getting hard again finally. Matt watched the expression on his wife's face as she mewed. It looked so tight inside her pussy. Her pussy lips clung to him like a vise.

"That's it baby. Relax your pussy and let it go in naturally." Matt saw his wife let go of one of her knees and reach down and spread her fingers across her mound. She was gently touching his cock feeling it slice inside her. Rex was going in a fraction at a time with each stroke.

Darla had raised her head up and was watching his cock. Matt wondered what she was thinking at that moment. She certainly wasn't looking toward him!

Rex's body started to make longer strokes. Matt looked down at the cock. It looked like it went in deeper. Matt's view was suddenly cut off again as Rex moved forward until he was above her body. Rex held himself above her. His arms rested on the arm of the sofa.

Darla's face was covered out of his site but she moved her legs and her feet were now rubbing against each side of Rex's ass. Matt saw her hands move up along each side of until her hands rested on his back.

Matt had a clear view of Rex's round black ass moving up and down now. He needed to walk around to the front to be able to see well. Matt held onto his cock as he walked around the sofa.

Darla was breathing hard. Matt had a nice view from his new angle. Mat saw Rex arch his body to a different angle. Matt now had two views to watch. He could see the massive looking balls Darla once told him about. When he turned his head slightly he got a nice side view of Darla's face and boobs.

Matt wished he had a video camera. He wanted so much to be able to record her first meeting. Rex was moving a little faster now. Darla had lifted her slightly higher until her feet rested on his ass.

He still couldn't believe he was watching this happen! He was finally watching his own wife as she got fucked by a black man. It started to look like Darla was getting more comfortable. Her eyes were closed shut as she held onto Rex's waist.

Rex kissed her forehead. Matt watched as Rex moved himself up. He than reached out and took Darla's hands. He carefully pulled her up as he twisted around until he sat on the couch bring her along with him.

She now straddled his legs and was still impaled on that big cock. Darla got better situated. Rex held her ass and slowly started to flex his hips up. It seemed to make it more comfortable for her as she began moving her little ass around above him.

Matt had a perfect view now. He could see how her pussy stretched around the cock. It looked tight like a rubber band. Rex's cock was wet from her pussy and the lubricant. They were kissing again. Darla ran her hands all over his bald head.

Matt listened to them kiss. There were also wet sounds coming from her pussy now as Rex's cock rammed into her with more force. Matt figured she must have had several inches inside her pussy. There were at least three more inches exposed but it looked like he was bottoming out.

Matt wondered how that felt to Rex when he hit the cervix. Darla always felt snug and tight to him but never bottomed out. Rex was as least twice as long and perhaps three or four times the thickness.

Rex moved his head and tried to suck on her boobs. Darla was so tiny that he was too far away to take one in his mouth. Darla stretched her body up. She held up her boob to his face as an offering.

She kept her hand cupped under it as Rex nibbled on her nipple. She squeezed both boobs and held them both now. Rex moved his mouth to the other nipple and bit and licked circles around it.

"Ouch!" Darla giggled after he bit her. He bit the other one and she seemed to enjoy it this time. She started to laugh as she put her lips on his neck. She was sucking it. She was leaving her mark. Matt saw the red blotch she left when she moved her face away.

Darla was trembling. Rex sucked her nipple again as she held it for him. She started to moan. Her voice sounded jittery as she moaned out loud. Her ass muscles started flexing. Rex moaned himself as her pussy tightened.

Darla was having an orgasm. Her head flung back. Her blonde hair went flying through the air as she yelled and moaned as she hung onto his shoulders. Rex squeezed her little plump but firm ass while she came.

Rex started moving again. He apparently wanted to cum himself. Matt could just see the look in his eyes as he moving Darla on his cock. Darla at least had a little control to how much of that cock she wanted to take inside her.

Darla moved above Rex. Her boobs were started to bounce now as Rex rammed inside her. Rex was more than ready to cum. Matt saw the big guy push his cock into Darla in several slowly movements until he finally let out a loud grunting sound.

Rex's mouth opened as his groan escaped. Matt watched how his balls seemed to flex with each shot of sperm he shot. The veins were so big that Matt actually saw them flex until it slowed than stopped all together.

There was nothing coming out. Rex was still buried inside her deep. He was keeping the seed plugged inside her pussy. She kissed his face as Rex caught his breath. Matt barely realized he had made himself cum again about the same time Rex was filling his wife with seed.

Matt started to think about Rex's potent black seed. Matt kept watching and waiting for Rex to pull out. It was lucky she was on the pill. Matt started to wonder how effective birth control was. He was getting hard as he thought about that seed inside his wife.

He had a vision of her belly swelled with a baby. Matt always had fantasies of white women from those stories.

They were kissing lips now. Darla giggled. "Should I just lift up?"

"It's going to make a mess if you do."

Rex leaned around Darla looking at Matt. Matt knew what he wanted and immediately said. "I'll get a towel."

Matt almost ran into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. When he got back, Darla was laying on her back with Rex was still embedded in her pussy. Matt gave him the towel. Rex lifted her ass off the cushion and tucked the towel underneath her.

He lifted her legs back against her chest again and slowly pulled out with a loud plopping noise. His cock was full of slim. Darla's pussy surprisingly retracted shut. There was only a thin trail of cum dripping out.

Rex tickled her feet making her laugh and her pussy flutter from air. Her pussy lips looked red and raw with only a tiny gap between them. Darla finally looked over at Matt and smiled.

"Come here and give me a kiss baby."

Matt leaned over and kissed her wet open lips. She felt hot and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her hand reached out and touched his boxers finding them soaked.

"You already came?"

She starred intensively into his eyes. "Do you want to lick it?"

Matt wasn't so sure what to do. This was his ultimate fantasy. He felt a little uneasy with Rex sitting below her feet. He kissed one of her boobs seeing the bit marks. He was rock hard again as he moved along her belly.

Rex got up and moved to another chair. Matt got up onto the couch and kissed her belly again. She smelled of sex. She was aroused as she reached out to stoke his hair. Her belly rose and fell with each breath as Matt licked his way down near her mound.

Darla spread her legs for him and lifted them up giving him room. She starred down watching him move closer to her slit.

"That's it baby. Lick it for me."

His mouth finally made it. He kissed around her mound feeling her hand on his head. She was starring down and waiting to see him lick her. Matt parted the lips with his tongue. He could taste the salty sperm right away. He dipped his tongue in again and started to lick her.

She arched up giving him even more room. She held her hands on the back of her thighs as she raised her head to watch him.

"That's it, Matt. It feels so good."

She pressed her stomach muscles. Matt felt a glob of sperm on the tip of his tongue. He kept eating and licking feeling more cum ooze out. He reached out to help hold her legs out. Darla moved her finger down and played with her clit as Matt continued eating.

Matt's mouth made slurping noises. Darla arched her hips up into his face. Matt kept eating her for the next several minutes. She wanted to cum but stopped trying.

"I think I'm just too exhausted and sore to cum anymore tonight."

Matt got up from between her legs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Darla smiled over at Rex. He was laying back on the love seat watching the show.

"It looks like you're already relaxed over there!"

Matt watched as she walked right over to him and sat down on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a kiss on the lips.

Darla smiled and took a deep breath as she looked at Rex. "I'm glad we got the ice broken tonight."

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She gave him several little kissed. Rex was rubber her thigh with one had while he held the other around her waist.


"I'll give you a call tomorrow."

They kissed again. "Do you have to go so soon?"

Darla kissed him again than replied. "I think we better. My pussy is really sore from that workout."

"I haven't given it a workout yet!"

Darla laughed than they kissed again. They were almost touching noses as Darla replied in a low voice.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow."

She held his face as she gave him a long open mouth kiss. She got up looking at Matt.

"Are you ready to go honey?"

Matt smiled than looked at Rex as he stood up. Rex extended his hand out as they shook hands. Darla held Matt's hand as she pulled him along and looked back at Rex giving him one last smile before they left.

It was completely dark as Darla and Matt walked into their condo. Darla turned on a light and starred at Matt's boxers.

"I think you better put those dirty stinky things in the wash."

Matt stepped out of them and walked them into the laundry room. Matt found Darla in the bedroom taking off the chemise she has worn that night.

"My pussy is so sore honey."

She walked over to Matt giving him a hug and kissed his cheek.

"Did you have a good time tonight, Matt?"

"Everything happened so fast. I didn't get to see everything."

Darla laughed. "It looked like you saw enough to make yourself cum! How many times did you whack off?"

Darla was rubbing his balls as she waited for a reply.

"I did it twice."

"Didn't I tell you he was huge?"

"How did you take that thing?"

Darla was rubbing her pussy as she walked into the bathroom. "I have to pee."

Matt waited for her on the bed. She walked in and he was smiling at her.

"I think I'm too sore to fuck anymore tonight honey. Didn't you get enough watching tonight?"

Matt felt a little disappointed as she climbed into bed and looked over at him.

"Why don't you go get a towel and I'll help you cum."

Matt was all smiles as he fetched a towel out of the bathroom. Matt got into bed and watched Darla take her position lying on her side. She reached out and held his cock. Matt laid his head back onto the pillow. She began stroking his cock.

Matt watched as she lovingly stroked his cock she would squeeze it and work it different ways making it feel good to him. She was starring down at it as she worked her hand on it. Matt was hoping she'd take it inside her mouth. He fantasized about being a cuckold. He closed his eyes briefly feeling how her hand brought him pleasure. Matt glanced at her boobs. He saw the bit marks on her breasts.

Her legs were stretched out along the bed. She looked like a calendar girl the way she was laying on her side. He looked at her mound. He could see her pussy slit. He wondered how much of Rex's cum was still inside her.

His cock was expanding. He kept thinking of Rex's seed inside her belly. He knew it only took just a tiny little speck to impregnate a woman. He was going insane thinking about Rex's black seed inside her belly right now.

Matt couldn't help it. He knew it was perverted but he was so excited thinking about it. Darla kept working her hand. Matt felt himself about ready to cum as she took the towel and wrapped it around his cock area.

Matt groaned as the first shot flew up into the air and landed back down on the towel. Darla seemed pleased that she had placed the towel in the right spot as the second shot shut rolled along his cock and onto her hand.

It was clear from him whacking off a couple other times. Darla wiped her hand and squeezed the remained drops out of his cock.

"That should hold you over for a while."

Matt loved it. She was talking like he was her cuckold. She may not have realized it but she was. She tossed the towel on the floor after wiping her hands. Matt clicked off the light than they cuddled together.

Matt put his hand on her mound than slowly moved his hand onto her thigh where it remained until they fell asleep.
(To Be Continued)

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