[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife Dating Our Neighbor
part7


It was late Saturday morning. Matt was gone playing golf. Darla picked up the phone and called Rex.

"I was just calling to see if you were up!"

Rex chuckled. I've been up since early this morning. I saw your husband drive off with his golf clubs about an hour ago."

"Matt has to play his golf every Saturday."

"Why don't you come over and have a drink and well talk about last night?"

Darla laughed. "I'll be over in a couple minutes. See you than."

Darla quickly combed her hair and checked her eyes shadow. She put on lipstick and squirted perfume around her neck.

Rex was waiting in the kitchen when she slid the door open. He was holding a glass in his hand smiling.

"I fixed you a glass with mostly soda. Go ahead and taste it."

Darla took the drink. She gave it a little taste. She could barely taste the whiskey and smiled.

"That's not too strong. I thought you were going to try and get me drunk this morning."

Rex was checking her out as she sat at the table. "How did your husband enjoy last night?"

"He didn't talk about it that much. I know he got turned on. He came twice while he was here than I took him home and whacked it off again for him."

Rex started to chuckle as he looked at her and grinned. "You mean you didn't give him any last night?"

Darla smiled replying. "No. I was too sore."

Rex was still grinning as he sat down on the other side of the table. "Are you sure you weren't treating him like a cuckold?"

Darla laughed fairly loud. "I suppose Matt would enjoy that!"

"There you go!"

Darla was still smiling at Rex in almost a laugh. "What are you talking about?"

Rex folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. He began talking seriously to Darla.

"I know it may seem strange but your husband is expecting these things from you."

Darla listened more seriously as she asked. "You think he wants me to deny sex from him? Is that it?"

"You explained the situation to me last week. It's a fantasy for him! If that what it takes for him to really get off than why not do it?

Darla smiled and pointed her finger at Rex. "You think your being slick Mister! You just want it all to yourself!"

Rex busted out laughing. "Now there is an idea!"

Rex kept laughing as he rubbed his forehead and continued. "Think about it. I really think Matt would love it. You said you were sore after having sex with me. Why not let him wonder if you're denying him pussy on purpose?"

Darla sipped on her drink than replied. "I really was sore last night. I'm not joking or making it up."

"I believe you. I just thought about it and why not play along with it. I think your husband would get a trill out of it."

Darla thought about it and replied. "I just don't want to hurt his feelings. I really think he had a great time last night. I never expected him to lick my pussy afterward either."

Rex laughed. "You see! He loves all that shit!"

"I just don't understand it. Did you see his face standing behind the sofa last night? He looked like a little boy walking into a candy store!"

Rex looked at Darla saying. "You're going to give him more candy too! It's just how my friend and that couple I told you about got started. Her husband is into all that shit."

Darla took another drink. "Matt's birthday is coming up. I'd like to buy him a nice video camera so he can video tape us."

Rex busted out laughing again. "OK. I guess we are going to do this again."

Darla just starred at Rex for a moment. "I never really discussed any of this with my husband you know."

"You mean about getting together again?"

Darla sat sipping the drink. "If I really think back we did speak a little about it before last night. I remember telling Matt I didn't want to meet a bunch of different guys. He agreed to it." "I guess you'll want Matt here with us whenever we decide to get together?"

Darla nervously laughed. "Not necessarily."

Rex's eyes opened wide.

Darla was looking down at the glass as she rubbed her fingers on it. Rex reached out and took hold of her arm as their hands moved together. Rex lifted up enough to scoot his chair next to hers. He put his arm around her and kissed her on the lips next.

"I remember what you told me that night in the car."

Darla was starring into his eyes. Their lips were only inches apart. "I don't feel like I'm cheating on him now."

They lips locked together again. Rex moved his hand around enough to caress one of her boobs. She was only wearing a tank top and wasn't wearing a bra. They kept kissing while Rex gently rubbed the back of his fingers along her nipple.

Darla backed her head far enough away to look at his neck. She laughed and pointed her finger when she saw the red blotch she gave him the night before.

"I didn't mean to do that."

Rex laughed as he raised her top up exposing her breasts. He leaned his head down as he squeezed her boobs and took a little bit at one.

"I have to start paying you back for that one."

Rex took her whole nipple area into his mouth and sucked it. Darla starred down watching how his lips and tongue were moving. He took her nipple between his teeth gently nibbling it making her moan as she ran her hand around the back of his head.

They kissed again while he massaged her boobs. She starred into his eyes and smiled. "I think I'm still sore."

"Want to check it and find out?"

She smiled back as he took her by the hand to the living room where he wrapped his arms around her locking in a heated passionate kiss. Darla was tugging on his terrycloth pants. They easily slipped all the way down to the floor. His cock sprung free. She grabbed hold of it as they kissed.

Darla was able to hold both hands on it as she stroked it. Rex pulled her tight blue jean shorts off along with her little thong letting them fall. The next came off was her top as she lifted her arms for him. He wasn't wearing a shirt so she rubbed her palm along his chest

Rex took both her hands and stepped backward until he plopped down on the sofa taking her with him. She straddled his legs as they began kissing again. His cock touched her ass cheeks as she rubbed the back of his head while they kissed.

He inserted a finger into her slit. She was soaked. They continued to kiss as she raised one leg up and helped him insert his cock. They stopped kissing as he starred into her eyes.

She was moving his cock along her wet slit debating if it would go inside without the lube. She put a little presser down and felt the he cock head press against her pussy. She rubbed it along the slit a little more than gave it another try.

She pressed a little harder thinking she was being too careful ad afraid. Her body tightened as the head popped inside. Rex held her waist as he kissed her chest. She moved her leg back into position and slowly began rocking herself down on him.

I took a few strokes until she was able to ride his cock normally. He held his hands on her little round ass while she moved up and down his cock. They kissed again as she pushed her boobs into his chest.

Rex broke the kiss and lifted her body far enough up and began licking and sucking on both her boobs. His head moved from each side carefully licking and biting her flesh.

She was extremely tight for him. She felt like a virgin. She reached down and touched her clit. She began rubbing it while riding his cock. Her other hand locked behind his head as he nibbled on her boobs.

Rex lifted his head up giving her another kiss. "Feel better this time?"

Darla moaned. "God.....Yes!

She brought her wet finger up to his mouth letting him lick it. She poked it inside his mouth allowing him to smear his tongue around it. She put her hand back down feeling his cock as it slid in and out of her pussy.

She was riding him at a steady pace now as he squeezed her ass. His cock barely fit half way inside her but her pussy was packed. She held onto his shoulders now while Rex held onto her ass. She allowed him to bounce her up and down which was making her boobs bounce.

He brought Darla to her first orgasm. Her body trembled as she held onto his arms. She moaned out loud as she reached down touching her clit again. She shook a few more times than her body began to relax again.

Rex went back sucking and biting her boobs while she leaned forward catching her breath. He waited until she straightened herself back up and started to bounce her hard again until he finally grunted and his hot load of cum inside her belly.

"I can feel it shooting inside me."

Rex kept moving her body above his legs until he spent every last drop. He leaned back against the sofa as he caught his breath. Rex stayed hard still blocking her pussy from leaking his cum.

Darla started to laugh. "This stuff is going to leak out on your couch."

Rex took one of her arms and dbangd it over his shoulder and than took the other doing the same as she laughed.

"What are you doing?"

"Hold on a minute."

Rex cupped her ass while picking her up and twisted around. He put her on a cushion and gently pulled out while pushing her legs back. His cock popped free of her pussy but she was so tight that it constricted back tightly shut.

Rex laughed. "It doesn't look like your going to lose any of that anyway."

Rex reached down picking up her thong. "Why don't you just slip back into these for now?"

"Rex! They'll get all sticky!"

Rex slipped it over one of her feet until she grabbed it herself and pulled it up her legs. She had to raise her ass off the sofa to tug it up around her waist. She stood leaning over for her shorts.

"I'll just have to hide these in the washer and shower when I get back home."

Darla was pulling up her shorts as Rex said. "Why don't you just leave them on until your husband finds them like that?"

"Rex! You're absolutely crazy!"

"He'll love the suspense of wondering if you got fucked this afternoon."

Darla pulled her top over her head and tugged it down her waist. Rex was still naked. His cock still coated with her pussy juice. He picked up his terrycloth pants and wiped off his cock with them.

Rex laughed. "I have to wash these anyway."

Rex walked her back out into the kitchen.

"How did you like that drink anyway?"

Darla laughed. "It was just right. It wasn't too strong or too weak!"

Rex put his arms around her from her rear and cupped her boobs as he nuzzled her neck. He lowered one of his hands to her crotch and rubbed his hand over it.

"That'll be nice in sticky after your little walk back home."

She playfully elbowed him and walked to the sliding door.

She turned around and smiled. "I'll talk to you later!"


(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife Dating Our Neighbor
part8



Darla eased the sliding door open and stepped into the kitchen. She looked at the time and knew Matt would be home at any minute. She had to get out of those clothes before he got home. She was literally still carrying Rex's load of seed. She knew it was slowly leaking out.

She walked into the front room and saw Matt seated on his favorite recliner. He had been reading the newspaper. He put the paper down on his lap and smiled.

"Hi honey. I didn't expect you home this early."

He put the paper down on the coffee table and padded his lap for her to come and set on him. Darla was hesitant but she didn't want to draw any attention to the fact she was hiding anything.

She casually walked over and sat down across his legs giving him a kiss on the mouth as she put her arm around his neck.

"Were you over at Rex's place?"

She couldn't lie. "I just got back in as a matter of fact."

"How did everything go? Did Rex talk about last night?"

She smiled. "Rex said her had a really nice time last night."

"How was your golf game?"

"I played better than last weekend."

Matt stroked her leg than cupped her boobs through the top pushing them up and kissed the material.

"Have you been good while I was gone?"

Darla gulped. The first thing that came to her mind was to give him a long passionate kiss which she did. Matt was still massaging her boobs though the top.

"Is your pussy still sore from last night?"

Darla hoped he wouldn't ask if she fucked Rex again today as she replied. "I'm still really sore.

"I bet Rex wants to fuck you again doesn't he?"

"He can't wait actually."

Matt started kissing around her neck as he slipped his hand under her top and massaged her boobs.

"You should have fucked him this morning."

Darla's body got all tingly. She felt Matt's fingers on one of her nipples. He slowly lifted the material until her boobs were exposed. He lowered his head until he licked the hard tip of a nipple.

Matt was studying them. He was massaging them as well. Matt gave her another kiss well he squeezed one of her breasts. Matt was getting extremely aroused just wondering if those were new bits on her breasts.

His fingers were working on her shorts now as he unbuttoned the snap that held them together. He slipped the zipper down and carefully reached inside feeling her thong. Darla kissed him trying to keep his mind occupied on her rather than her wet thong.

It was too late! Matt's fingers had reached the wet patch of her thong. He kept kissing her more intensively as his fingers explored the rim of her tiny black thong. Darla wasn't prepared for Matt's next question.

He starred into her eyes like a little puppy dog. He somehow already new what took place. It was all very clear to him. Darla felt her stomach churning as Matt asked. "Is his cum still inside you?"

Darla swallowed hard. She wouldn't lie to her husband. "I didn't have time to clean up."

Darla prepared for the worst! Most men would have been furious. Matt was aroused. He was almost insane with lust for her. He lifted her top over her head starring at her boobs more closely.

He fiercely pressed his mouth over hers running his tongue deep inside her mouth. Darla held the back of his head as their tongues mingled. Matt broke the kiss.

"Let me get your pants off."

Darla stood allowing Matt to pull down her tight shorts. He examined the wet thong and leaned forward to kiss her thigh. Darla starred down at Matt while he dropped to his knees worshiping her like a goddess.

He was kissing and licking her thigh. Matt slowly worked his head up and near her crotch smelling the aroma of her freshly fucked pussy. He inserted his fingers around the tiny string and slowly pulled it down her legs. Matt had her step out of them. She lifted each leg until Matt raised the tiny black thong to his face.

He starred at her bare pussy as he smelled the material. Dry cum was crusted on her mound. Matt inspected her pussy closely as he parted the lips and saw a gleam of wetness inside.

Matt stood up taking both her hands in his. His body was trembling with excitement as he led her to the bed. He had her sit and lean back as he raised her legs and kneeled back down between them.

He kissed her inner thigh. His head moved from each side as his nose got close to her mound. He was taking it all in as she rubbed his hair. Matt pushed her legs way back and dove into her mound with his tongue first.

Darla laid her head back on the blanket as she listened to her husband. He was making loud slurping noises between her legs. She raided her head up and saw how he looked. It reminded her of a story she read as a little girl when a black bear was pushing his tongue inside a log to retrieve honey.

It kind of made her smile. Matt was her little bear! His tongue felt so good on her sore pussy. She was holding his head with her hands. Matt suddenly stopped licking and held her left hand. He starred down at her wedding rings and began kissing her hand.

The next thing Darla felt was Matt sucking on her fingers. He was insanely aroused to disbelief! Mat had taken his other hand and was starting to strip off his clothes.

He stopped licking long enough to get his shirt and pants off. He crawled up between Darla's legs kissing his way up to her boobs. He licked and sucked on each nipple giving them equal attention. He slid up further and began kissing her chin than their lips locked together passionately.

Darla reached down and stroked his cock. He was rock solid hard yet. She was afraid he was going to cum. Darla remembered what Rex said but she was determined to allow her husband to fuck her. She wanted Matt!

"Fuck me honey."

She didn't have to tell Matt a second time as she felt his cock move inside her slit. He moved forward until he began going in. He kept kissing her face as he sawed back and forth until he was in balls deep! Matt looked into her eyes. "Can you feel me inside you?"

"Yes honey I feel it. It's good."

It did feel good for her. It at least wasn't causing her any pain taking Matt's cock in her pussy. Matt kissed her again.

"Does it feel a lot different?"

Darla starred into his eyes. "You mean different than Rex's cock?"

Darla watched his eyes. She thought Matt was going to pop his load right than.

"Relax baby! Slow down and enjoy it."

He kept starring at her intensively. He kept moving in and out and looked down every so often to watch his cock move between her pussy lips. She was rubbing his arms and looking into his eyes as they fucked.

Darla thought of the things that Rex said about Matt. If he were going to want to be cuckold than he certainly wasn't going to start it today. Darla knew it was only a fantasy for Matt. She wanted to please him in any way, she loved him so much.

Matt actually started to laugh as he fucked her. "What's wrong honey?"

"I'm not being a very good cuckold, I'm I?"

Darla pulled his head down and kissed him. She gently pushed her tongue into his mouth than hugged his neck.

"I want you to fuck me all you want."

Darla kept holding him tight as he fucked her pussy. She was extremely wet for him. She knew that after they were through she would be very sore. It didn't matter at the moment.

They starred into each others eyes while they fucked. "I'm sorry I cheated on you this morning."

Matt stroked her face. "It's alright honey. You didn't do anything wrong."

Darla kissed his nose than his cheek as she held his face. She locked her legs around his ass feeling him increase his speed. Matt was starring into her eyes with that look like he was going to say something and he did.

"Do you love me?"

"That's a silly question honey! Of coarse I love you more than anything!"

"I was afraid you might fall in love with Rex or something."

Darla rubbed his back and starred back at him. "Don't ever think things like that again. I only fucked Rex because I love you and knew how it turned you on."

"You mean even this morning? Were you thinking about me?"

"That's all I talked about when I saw Rex this morning. I told him I wouldn't do anything unless you were happy about it."

"Will you fuck him again? You know. Like you did this morning?"

"Is that what you want?"

Matt clamped his lips down on hers and fucked her even faster. His legs were banging into her ass now and he let out a loud grunt as he shot his load of cum inside her. Darla felt his body spasm and jerk a couple more times. His cock shrunk and went limp as it fell out of her pussy.

Matt started laughing as he looked down between her legs at his cock. She was smiling as she wondered what was wrong.

"I guess I can't stay hard like Rex."

Matt was still laughing as he looked into her eyes. "I wanted to see if I could keep you plugged too!"

Darla smiled as she lifted up to kiss him. She patted his arms for him to let her up. Matt moved so she could stand up.

"Do you want me to clean your pussy and make you cum?"

Darla leaned down taking his chin in her hand. "I'm getting really sore. I better take a shower. You can lick me later and make me cum."

Matt listened as she took a shower. He quickly picked up the thong off the floor smelling the aroma again. He was starting to get an erection again and climbed onto the bed.

He held the thong close to his nose as he stroked his cock. He leaned down a little further knowing he had to work fast. Darla would be out of the shower soon. Matt held the little thong next to his nose feeling the wetness as he stroked his cock faster. He tried to vision how Darla got fucked this morning as he moved his hand a little faster.

He shot his load off fairly quick than got out of bed and ran into the kitchen. He opened a cabinet and took out a sandwich back with a seal and quickly tucked the thong inside.

He ran back into the bedroom hearing the water shut off and found a nice spot in one of his drawers to hide the soggy thong. Matt quickly grabbed her other clothes and ran them to the laundry room. Hopefully she wouldn't miss the thong. Matt knew she had others.

Matt entered the bathroom and Darla was drying her hair as he got into the shower stall. He heard her yell out a few minutes later.

"What did you do with my dirty things Matt?"

"I put them in the laundry for you."

"Thanks!"

Matt hoped she wouldn't check. Maybe he could replace them with another pair and she wouldn't even know he hide them. Matt got dressed and found Darla out in the kitchen. She was starring out the sliding doors. He was starring at Rex in the sun

"Isn't that man dark enough?"

Darla turned around startled at first than smiled. "I'm surprised he's not sun bathing in the nude again."

Matt reached out and circled his arms around her from behind. He kissed the top of her head.

"Did you make any plans to see Rex while you were there?"

"Not really. Why? I suppose you're anxious to see me fuck him again?"

Matt massaged her boobs as they starred out at Rex together
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife Dating Our Neighbor
Last Part



Darla folded the next page over at the magazine she was reading. Matt accidentally tickled her foot again as she jerked her foot away and looked down at him and smiled.

It was Sunday afternoon. Matt was busy painting Darla's toe nails for her. She was lying naked across the couch and stopped reading long enough to notice all the tiny bits around her breasts.

Rex could be an animal at times. She laid the magazine down across her belly and examined her nipples a little closer. She thought that at this rate, Rex would have her body all beat up within a few weeks. His cock was as gigantic as it was let alone Rex doing other damage to her body.

The bits would heal within a few days. Darla starred down at Matt. He was being so careful painting her toe nails. He was always so gentle and loving toward her. He treated her like a princes. She couldn't begin to explain how much she loved him.

She saw the little grin on Matt's face as he worked the tiny brush on one of her toes. She smiled as she watched him work. She was just a piece of ass to Rex. Rex probably considered her a trophy so he could brag about going out with a gorgeous white woman.

She was only trying to be nice to Rex at first. She had felt sorry for him being so alone here. She would have never have dreamed or accepted the fact that she would be fucking another man with her husbands consent.

Darla started thinking deep into their situation with Rex. She certainly had no intentions of becoming romantically involved with Rex. Her husband on one end was giving her encouragement to see Rex. She knew that Rex would be open to anything!

She knew if she told Matt she wasn't going to fuck Rex anymore that it would break his heart. Maybe if she explained to him that she was worried about becoming involved with another man? Matt would only ask if she wanted to see other men. She didn't want to fuck a bunch of strangers.

She tried to make and come to a conclusion. She'd never allow Rex to become between her and Matt! Fine! She had no problem with it! What about Rex? What if he started to develop feelings for her? Would Rex be satisfied with an occasional fling in the sack?

She'd have to make it very clear to Rex! Darla started thinking about what happened yesterday at Rex's place. Rex would expect to fuck her at every opportunity. She remembered the thing Rex said to her. She remembered how he wanted her to come back home wearing her soiled thong.

Rex was getting a kick out of humiliating her husband. Darla laughed to herself making Matt look up and smile at her. What could she do? Should she have told Matt that she was going over to Rex's and might have sex?

Matt seemed so aroused when he came home and found out what happened. It was a rush for him! Darla couldn't deny that she wasn't aroused as well. She had to discuses this with Matt again. She wanted to make everything clear what was going on! She wanted an understanding between them!

"Matt? I wanted to explain something about yesterday."

Matt smiled. "What's wrong? You look like something is bothering you!"

"Yes there is something bothering me. I want you to know right now that I didn't have any intentions of going over and letting Rex screw me like he did."

"I figured didn't."

"You did?"

"Yes. I kind of figured out that Rex might try something with you."

Matt had just finished with the last toe and was closing the jar. He stood up and kneeled down next to the sofa and put his hand on Darla's. He leaned over and kissed her.

"I didn't have any problem with it. It got me so turned on yesterday knowing you got fucked by Rex."

"That's what I'm talking about Matt. I want you to know everything that ever happens. I don't want to hide anything from you. Do you understand?"

He leaned over again as they kissed. He was rubbing her hand as well. "I don't mind if you fuck Rex during the day. I just want you to tell me about it."

Darla laughed. "It's not like I'm going to spend everyday over there with his big cock stuck inside me!"

Matt slipped the magazine away so he could stroke her pussy mound. Darla kept it clean shaven and smooth and it felt so good.

"Do you remember the story I told you when I was a cheerleader in college. One of the black players on the football team wanted to go out with me but I was too chicken."

"I remember that story. You were afraid of what people would think if they saw you out with a black guy."

"One of the other cheerleaders went out with him a couple weeks later. She came back to the dorm the next morning and started to brag about how they screwed at the mall parking lot."

Matt kept rubbing her pussy as she told her story.

"I remember how she explained how big that guy's cock was. She also told us how she was worried about getting pregnant. We all told her how stupid she was for not using a condom. She didn't end up pregnant by that guy."

"Did he ever ask you out again?"

"He did ask me again but I was still too chicken. I just remember wondering from that day on how it would feel fucking a black guy with a big cock."

Matt laughed. "Now you know!"

Darla spread her legs and grabbed Matt's hand pressing it onto her pussy. She gave him that I want to fuck look but she remembered her toe nails were still wet.

"I don't want to smear my nails."

Matt sort of walked using his knees and grabbed her legs keeping them high in the air as he kissed her ankles. She just laid there smiling u at him as he kissed his way down one of her legs until he reached her upper thigh.

Matt scooted her ass on the cushion until she was half hanging off and began kissing and licking her inner thighs. He moved his head from one side to the other until his nose touched her mound. He zeroed in on her slit next dipping his tongue between the tights folds.

Darla made it easier for him and held her legs back. Matt started to lick. He focused on her clit making her squirm a little on the cushion. Her pussy was still a little read and raw from fucking Rex the day before.

Matt was gentle with her. She closed her eyes as Matt licked and sucked her juice. Darla began arching her hips back as Matt worked his tongue on her clitoris. She opened her mouth wide and let out a faint moan as Matt's tongue poked inside her pussy.

Everything had happened so fast these past few days that Darla never considered how much Rex had stretched her so far. Darla kept her eyes shut as she enjoyed her husband's tongue.

She had all these thoughts going through her head. She was caught up in her own little fantasy world at the moment. Matt was her little cuckold. She started to think like a slut wife. She thought of herself as a wife that could possibly be dominating and controlling. Her thoughts got her excited.

Those were things she would never do. She couldn't deny the arousal she felt just fantasizing about it. She opened her eyes just enough to see Matt. He had his hands on her inner thighs as he shoved his tongue inside her pussy. His nose rubbed against her clit. It was driving her insane with lust.

Last night when Matt was fucking her she noticed that her pussy wasn't as tight as it normally was. She wouldn't admit to Matt that Rex had stretched her. It would take a day or two before it would retract back to normal.

How long would that last if Rex fucked her again, perhaps only a day or two? Rex could possibly stretch her permanently after a period of time. All of these thoughts bought her to a furious orgasm.

Darla bucked her hips and kicked her feet out. She pounded and clinched her fists into the cushion of the couch. Matt eased up with his tongue and finally back out from between her legs. Darla twisted her butt until she was able to stretch her legs out across the sofa.

"You didn't get a chance to cum last night!"

Darla smiled as she reached out for his hand. "I was too tired last night baby. That felt so good."

"Did you fantasize about Rex?"

She laughed. "I guess just a little."

Matt rubbed his hand on her tummy as he kissed the one he was holding. Their eyes met as he leaned over to kiss her.

Later that evening Matt pulled out the soiled thong he stashed away inside his drawer. He took it out of the bag feeling just a slight area of moisture yet. He put the thong to his nose sniffing the aroma.

He could clearly smell both Rex and his wife's smell. His cock was pushing against his pants as he versioned what might have taken place at Rex's place the day before.

He was tempted to ask Darla for a play by play of what they did that morning. He began to wonder if Darla had sucked Rex off yet. He wondered if she swallowed his cum and how she liked the taste of it. Matt slipped the thong back into the sealed back and closed it tight. He hid it back inside the drawer.

Later that night Matt was reading his new issue of sports illustrated. He was lying on the bed wearing only his underwear when Darla crawled into bed pulling the magazine out of his hand.

She looked absolutely gorgeous in the dim bedroom light. Her long golden blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders almost touching the bed as she straddled his legs. She was sitting on his legs and put both hands on his chest and leaned forward until her boobs touched his chest.

Mat pulled her forward giving her an open mouth wet kiss as she pushed her hair back out of the way. She was in a very good mood.

"I wasn't bothering you from reading something was I?"

Matt just smiled. He touched her face as she leaned down giving him another wet kiss.

"I was just going to put that up anyway. It's getting kind of late and I have to leave for work about an hour early than usual."

Matt gave her another kiss knowing she was happy about something.

"What have you been up to for the last hour?"

She slid her ass forward an inch or so. Matt noticed she was wearing a black thong just like the one he put away in the drawer.

"I was just emailing Rex."

"I figured you must be up to something tonight. What's going on with him that's making you look all cheerful?"

"I asked him to go shopping with me tomorrow morning."

Matt laughed. "What's wrong? Are you having trouble picking out the right fabric softener or something?"

"It's for your birthday present. I want him to help me pick it out."

"Wow! It must be something pretty important for you to want to bring Rex along. This just isn't some sort of ploy just to get you laid tomorrow is it?"

Darla started to tease him by rubbing her boobs along his chest. "There is an idea! We could go back to his place and let him bang the shit out of me!"

She leaned down and licked his face near his mouth than a little dab on his nose as she laughed. She reached down grabbing his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze making him moan.

She gritted her teeth pretending she was angry saying "I'm going to fuck him! What do you have to say about that?"

Matt grabbed her arms and quickly rolled her over onto the bed causing her to scream loud.

She was still gritting her teeth saying. "You're my cuckold and don't forget it!"

Matt started tickling her belly making her laugh as she kissed him again and wrapped her legs around his waist. Matt stroked her hair as they kissed than starred into her eyes.

"What are you getting me for my birthday anyway?"

"It's a surprise. I'm not telling."

Matt started tickling her around her belly where she was extremely ticklish. She was laughing as she tried pulling his hands away as she twisted and turned trying to push him off.

Matt finally grabbed her arms by her wrists and pushed them back against the pillow. She was trying to give him any angry expression but laughed in his face as he tried to tickle her again.

"Tell me you little slut! What are you buying me for my birthday?"

"No! I'm not telling you a damn thing!"

Darla tried to buck her hips to knock him off but he was stronger than her. She kept twisting and turning until she finally broke loose from his hold and grabbed hold of hi balls giving them a good strong squeeze.

Matt yelled out. "You little bitch!"

Darla quickly got out of bed and ran out of the bedroom. Matt was close behind as they ran through the dark condo. She screamed when she looked back and saw him coming closer. She ran around the sofa going in different directions every time Matt made a move toward her.

"Get your ass back in that bedroom and leave me alone now!"

Matt had a devilish grin on his face as he kept moving each time she moved from one end to the other. They were each on the opposite side of the sofa waiting for the other to either give in.

Darla gritted her teeth again trying to look mean. "You heard me you little cuckold!"

"You just wait!"

Darla started to laugh as she kept her eyes on every move he made.

"Come on Darla tell me!"

"OK. You really want to know?"

Matt stopped and waited for a reply.

She leaned forward saying. "You're a cuckold!"

Matt got angry and leaped over the sofa grabbing her arm and pulled her down onto the sofa and bit one of her nipples.

"That hurt you little fuck!"

Matt picked her up screaming and trying to wiggle away as he carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed making her bounce a couple times.

"Stay in that bed wench!"

"Don't call me a wench! You little fuck!"

Matt jumped into bed tickling her again until she finally gave in. He was out of breath from wrestling with her as he held her arms back against the bed.

"Are you going to tell me or what?"

Matt sucked one of her boobs into his mouth than let it pop back out with a loud noise. "I'll bit it again if you don't tell me!"

Darla starred into his eyes saying. "You're going to have to wait until your birthday this Friday to find out."

Matt finally let go of Darla as she got up out of bed to use the bathroom. Matt plopped his head down on the pillow listening to Darla as she peed.

Darla walked back in without wearing the thong and flicked off the light. She gave Matt a kiss before falling asleep.


(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FROM SWINGING TO CUCKOLDING

PART1

January 16

This took place Friday January 16. Originally, we were looking into a lifestyle club about 30 miles from home, but as the night was incredibly cold and a light snow threatened, we decided to try this other one much closer to home which we saw advertised on the web.

We got to the address on a dead end road about 10 PM. Although the operating hours were advertised as 9PM to 3AM, I was a little nervous and jumpy and I didn't want to get there as soon as they opened. I changed clothes twice, trying to figure out what would make me look sharp without making me look like a lounge lizard. I shouldn't have worried quite as much as I did (as it turns out.) My wife Maggie wore a wine-red scoop neck dress with a low back, cultured pearls, fishnet style pantyhose, and heels. Maggie is 42, 5'4" and a petite brunette, with 36B breasts that are still perky with up-tilted rosy nipples.

The place was what we call in the States a real "McMansion", a huge box with a pretentious facade with 5 bedrooms and a finished basement with (as I recall) 2 closed off rooms, and huge common room which people were using as a for playing in the open. The rules were BYOB. Neither of us drink much, so we had brought a nice pinot noir with us. Sodas and setups were included in the entry/joining fee, but wine glasses were extra for some reason. The fee was $45 per couple one time fee and $20 per person each visit. They issued us membership cards, I used our real names thinking they would check for Ids. Actually, we didn't have to show any ID which surprised me.

The particular place was in a mostly African-American part of our mostly black county, and I was against going there initially. To be really 100% honest, black women have never excited me all that much (probably lack of opportunity for the most part). There were 10 couples and 3 unattached guys there, all the guys were black except for me. Three of the couples were interracial.

We socialized with a mix of people for about an hour, and played an icebreaker game (Twister), which I had forgotten was so much fun. Maggie danced with three different guys; I danced with one really attractive very lushly built black woman (badly -- I am a lousy dancer). Maggie seemed to be zeroing in on this one guy. He was tall, probably late 30's to early 40's; over 6', and wearing black trousers and a black and gold threaded shirt partly unbuttoned to show gold chains. He had a really bass voice and a toothy smile that you either liked or disliked instantly.

The woman he had brought with him (his wife I assumed) was not dancing but hanging around a clutch of other couples. She was very attractive, I would say mid-20's, a bit taller than Maggie at maybe 5'7". She was very blond straight hair (but a bit of brown showing at the roots of her middle parted hairstyle). I thought to myself -- well, this is certainly one of those cases where the 'carpet and dbang' won't match, but doubted whether I would ever get involved enough to find out. I wasn't really that interested in her. (In attempting to be honest in the journals I am writing, I will say that there was no 'instant lust' or anything beyond normal mild attraction.)

Maggie went to the kitchen (big kitchen!) with the guy she had danced a couple dances with, who poured her a rum and coke. Ten minutes later or so, I got curious and walked out into the kitchen. Maggie and the guy (whose name was Sean) were huddled close on kitchen stools and she was rubbing his thigh and making small talk. His knees were nestled in between her slightly parted thighs. The blonde I mentioned above was already in the kitchen and pouring a club soda.

Maggie and Sean were laughing over some shared private joke, and in the midst of one little outburst of laughter, he stood and positioned himself right up against Maggie's barstool, basically muscling in between her thighs. She tugged her dress down but didn't move away or anything, but obviously she wasn't bothered.

The blond introduced herself to me and gave me a warm hug. I was positioned behind Maggie and didn't see her face. I was surprised, but shouldn't have been when Sean ran his hand down her back and leaned to kiss her. A long(!) kiss. I cleared my throat and got closer.

Maggie obviously recognized that I was there; she turned around casually and smiled as she said, "Oh, hi honey. This is Sean. And I see you have met his girl Debbie."

I smiled back and said hello to Sean. Sean turned back to Maggie and slid his hand lightly under the hem of her dress, now at mid-thigh. Fast mover, I thought. I was guessing that Maggie had already made a decision that this was the couple we would play with, although she didn't give me the sign we agreed on, nor did she follow the rules we had set up which were that both of us had to agree on both people in the couple. If we had, I would not have agreed to Sean for her.

Sean said, more loudly than I thought appropriate to the crowded kitchen setting "What's up with the pantyhose. I told you I don't like them." Which confused the heck out of me. When had he told her? Had they met before or something? Or was it earlier this evening?

Anyway, Maggie hopped off the stool, pushing him back a bit and went into the half bath adjacent to the kitchen. She emerged a few moments later bare legged, with her pantyhose in one hand and high heels in the other. She asked me (nicely) if I would put them with our coats.

She turned and brushed close to Sean, saying, "Ok. Ready when you are, baby."

Then she took me aside and told me, politely but assertively, "Look Honey, Sean and I need to have time alone. You won't mind if we took a room for an hour or two? Then you and Debbie can have it?"

I was a little dumbfounded at her matter of fact tone. Again in the interest of accuracy, I have to tell you that Maggie is a woman pretty new to this lifestyle stuff - Tom and Holly at Club O were the absolute first shared experience we had ever done. She had mentioned later though that my being in the same room inhibited her from totally letting go.

I just (kind of awkwardly) said, "Oh. ok." or something lame like that.

Sean looked at me and smiled (is confident toothy smile), and said, "Maggie gonna learn how to please a black man. You understand, right?"

I said something equally lame, like, "Sure, take your time. I'm sure it's no different than pleasing a white man."

Sean laughed a big belly laugh and said, "Brotha, after this she won't ever WANT to please a white man. She'll be black-only tomorrow morning. Believe It."

He laughed again and said something to the effect of, "I could make a you a bet on that, but it would be easy money. Easy money."

That made me slightly irritated, and I didn't want to make an issue.

Even so I said, "Dude, don't be so full of yourself. That's just an old wives tale and I hope we are all past that now."

He laughed and shook his head. As if to prove that Maggie was ripe for him, they stood a minute, Sean stood behind Maggie, cupping her right breast through her dress and his other hand squeezing her exposed buns under her dress. Maggie's eyes were closed, her lips parted, her tongue licking a bead of perspiration from her upper lip.

They strolled out of the kitchen, Sean looked back and said, "Take your time," and winked at Debbie.

That was the last I saw of them for perhaps the next hour. Debbie and I went down a flight into a dimly lit common room, holding hands and walking close.

She said simply, "It's ok. From now on, you should just forget your wife,"

I didn't know at the time in what sense she meant that, but I was determined to get to know Debbie a lot better anyway.
(TO Be Continued)

---

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FROM SWINGING TO CUCKOLDING
PART2

Debbie and I looked around for a place to sit together. The larger sofas were taken and the doors to the other rooms were closed, but we found a futon on a frame that was cozy, but worked for us. It was impossible not to have my arm around her and so we got into it pretty quickly. I looked into her cute face for the first time and noticed that even though she wore a lot of makeup (Even in her 40's, Maggie is naturally pretty without makeup)she was basically really cute. Debbie wore a gauzy white blouse that showed the outline of her bra, a tight fitting black knee length skirt and sheer stockings. Her dress was pretty, but not provocative, at least not as much as I would have figured for a place like this.

We kissed seriously now for the first time. Her kiss was genuine and lingering, and I liked it. Breaking the kiss, I looked into her eyes again. Experimentally, I ran my hand down her cheek, then I kissed her again. My hand continued down her neck, and nervously, I touched her breast, cupping it through her blouse. She didn't resist my touch in any way. Quite the opposite, she slid her hand up my thigh, and finding me, she began to lightly massage me through my pants. Needless to say, I responded. Simultaneously, my abs began to tighten and my member began to harden.

She remarked, "You know, you're actually the first white guy I have been this close to since high college."

That made me rear back with surprise. "Really? Never?" I said, and she shook her head.

I figured it must have meant that she and Sean met pretty early.

Debbie thrust her chest forward when I started unbuttoning her blouse. I loved the way her skin looked, the way her bra outlined her smallish breasts. I reached in and she squeezed my cock through my slacks again.

I told her, "I want you, but I don't see a place where, you know...", looking around the room. "How can we...", Where can we.. you know?"

She said, "Honey, I want you too. Look, would you like me to slip into something more comfortable?"

I nodded, and she grabbed her overnight bag and headed off to the bathroom.

That gave me a chance to look around. In one corner, I saw a black couple really getting into each other. Her top was off and he was sucking her nipples long and hard as she reclined back on the sofa. When his mouth came free from them, I saw that they were long and dark and her aureoles were a beautiful dark brown. I began to understand that black women were just as wonderful and any other hue. It was simply that I had been totally blind to it.

Against the middle wall opposite where I sat patiently, a chubby freckled red head, very Irish or German looking, perhaps in her late 20's to mid-30's was sitting fully astride a black guy with salt and pepper hair. They were both partially clothed; her blouse, vibrant red, was open and her bra was pulled down on one side. I could only see the side of one breast from the angle I was sitting, but the guy's hand was massaging her vigorously as they kissed deeply. His pants were open and slid down revealing his erection.

His overall darkness contrasted strongly with her very pale skin, and the pale pink of the nipple I could see moving under his fingers. His other hand moved under her skirt, cupping her ass and I could see the back and forth movement of his arm pulling her close to him. The redhead was moving forcefully against his motion and pushing her tummy against the underside of his exposed member. It looked intense and I felt the heat even across the room.

Back toward the stairs, a black couple were lying across a sofa, actually more the size of a loveseat. She was dressed in violent pink lingerie, which looked great against her skin, a hue between gold and toffee. He was on top of her in simulated coitus, dry humping wildly. It looked pretty hot, and took me back to my own high college days. I had to remind myself that most likely none of these couples came through the front door together. I hadn't really noticed who was with whom originally, but they certainly mixing it up now.

A 40ish black woman, lushly built with very dark skin, dark eyes and a smooth, straight hairstyle, had come downstairs and was walking casually toward me. She stopped in front of me and smiled broadly. She had on a very sheer white lingerie set, and I could see her gorgeous dark brown nipples standing out, erect and pushing against the gauzy material.

My wife and I are naturists; we know that nude is not the same as sexy. Clothing provides the sexiness by hiding and revealing. Her wide hips and full legs were swaying silently back and forth, and I saw (or imagined) a bushy dark thatch of her pubic triangle beckoning me. My mouth watered and I swallowed hard, trying to decide; I could easily have been swayed, if Debbie wasn't intending to come back, but the decision was made for me.

Debbie walked back and silently approached from the darkness of the other side of the common area, dressed in an almost transparent pink lingerie top, tied behind her neck, with darker pink flowers printed on and frilly panties. All I could say at the time, and all I can think of even now, was 'Wow!'

I felt like a million bucks when she smiled and told the black woman, politely "Hey sweetie, tonight he's all mine."

They kissed lightly on the lips and then she smiled at me, did a little twirl and asked me if I liked.

"Oh god yes," I replied, really meaning it.

She sat in my lap and felt the spread of her ass cheeks heating up my lap. I practically smothered her with hungry, open mouthed kisses and she invited even more as our tongues moved over each others. Her top was open at the sides revealing the gentle curvature of her breasts. Her nipples poked lightly forward, constrained only by the flimsy material of the lingerie. I could hardly control my hands as they reached into her top, massaging her breasts. At that moment, I wanted her desperately, but felt really self conscious going further virtually in front of an audience of strangers (who in reality were so involved that they probably wouldn't have noticed.)

I whispered to Debbie that I was about to explode with desire, and wished we could fuck.

She said, "Mmmmm, honey, that sounds fine to me. Let's go into that corner over there. Believe me, I have fucked in places a lot more public than this."

I looked over to the furthest corner and thought about it. It was certainly darker than anywhere else in the basement, but there was no place to lie down.

I asked simply, "How?"

She said, "Standing. C'mon. It'll be fine."

I was overcome with lust for her, and that overcame my reluctance to have sex with others nearby.


(To Be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FROM SWINGING TO CUCKOLDING
PART3

I should mention that I am in my 50's and Debbie was (I estimate) late 20's to mid 30's. I really don't know, but that's my estimate from memory. She felt really firm and taut and her breasts, partly because of their small size, and partly because of her youth, hardly bounced. I reached under her negligee top and cupped her in the heat of my lust. She was obviously incredibly excited. Her nipples were taut, standing straight out and slightly toward her chin, and as I walked behind her to the corner I stretched them.

She said, "Gentle, sweetie. I am pregnant and they are sensitive as shit."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. She sure as hell did not look pregnant to the untrained eye.

I said, "What??" and she replied that I was getting lucky as this was the only way that Sean would ever let her be with a white guy, and he was bending his rules only because she was already pregnant. This was after she had told me after that I was the only white guy she had been with as an adult, so I felt a lot of what you might call 'performance pressure.'

She rightly reminded me to use a condom. In the corner, we kissed as she unzipped me and reached in.

Squeezing me, she said only, "Nice!"

As a concession to the 'public' nature of the setting, I pulled my pants and my boxers down just enough to accommodate our activity. As I fished a condom from my right pocket, she had already turned, and was bracing herself, palms against the wall, legs spread, facing away from me.

I quickly rolled the condom onto my stiff cock and pulled her frilly panties down, not removing her top, trying I suppose to preserve some sense of modesty. I am 5'10" and she was perhaps 5'7", so it was easy for me to enter her just by bending my knees a little and pushing upwards. My body tensed with excitement as I spread her ass cheeks with both hand. She lifted on her toes a bit and with her helping hand, I was quickly inside her. Once my head spread her lips, She pushed her rump back against my pelvis hard, locking our bodies together in intimacy.

I have only been with one other woman than my wife in 20 years of marriage. This young woman was incredibly (!) wet and willing more so than anyone I have ever been with. Fucking her was so easy, her pussy was surprisingly accommodating for such a young woman; her bun muscles so tight that I came in ten minutes very much against my own will.

I tried like crazy not to cum, but her movements against me felt so wonderful that I was completely out of control of my own will. Each time she pushed against me, the thrill of feeling both the softness of her ass against my pelvis and the smoothness of her pussy made me moan and clench my jaw. With every push into her, it felt as if my shaft was engulfed in velvet fire. I rocked against her body in wave after wave of pleasure.

When I came, my body was still bucking violently and Debbie, who was massaging her own pussy and clit was breathing hard. I don't know if she came, but I really do think she enjoyed the experience. I paused in my motions, resting my face against feel of her back and shoulder through the fabric of her negligee top and consumed in the scent of her perfume and the natural perfume of our coupling.

As I softened and slipped (unwillingly) out of her, she pulled her panties up and smiled, saying "Thanks, That was nice. You're pretty good-for a white guy."

I raised an eyebrow in a mock leer and both of us laughed. She turned around with both arms around my neck as I pulled my pants up, still wearing the condom.

We went into the bathroom, me to slide off the condom and her to pee. I cleaned my cock off with a wet pad of toilet paper and watched her pee, the lights were stronger there and I looked at her, appreciating her beauty.

I asked, "So, are you 're really pregnant?"

She responded, "Yes, due in June."

I said, "My god, you don't look it at all."

She laughed and said, "Come back in a month and see if you can still say that!"

I told her, "I would enjoy that very much, seeing you in a month--or even a week."

I winked at her. She smiled back, saying that she already had a little boy, now 3, by Sean.

I asked how long they had been married, but she shook her head and sighed, "No, not married. And that's probably not going to happen."

At last she said, "Anyway. Next month. It's a date for sure. Let's go up and see what my crazy man is up to. He loves white women. It's a little bit of a 'thing' with him.

"He likes to well, to 'train' white women, right? He's really into domination, but trust me, it's totally just role playing really," she explained.

Then she offered, "Still, your wife is probably happy; probably being driven crazy. First time with a black guy?"

I said, "Yeah, as far as I know, yes."

She said that an interracial encounter can be very intense, when a woman first experiences it.

She chuckled and shook her head. "Sure you want to walk in on that?"

My curiosity was getting the better of me, so I just shrugged and nodded. She pulled up her panties and I saw for the first time, or imagined I saw, a little tummy bulge. It was nice I thought; very sweet. In a way, just then, I wished we hadn't been intimate. It seemed somehow wrong, but obviously, Sean was putting her out there as his ticket to this lifestyle. And just as obviously, she did enjoy what we had done.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FROM SWINGING TO CUCKOLDING

PART4
We started to ascend the basement stairs. As I looked back over my shoulder, I saw that redhead and her older salt'n'pepper black partner were now locked in coitus. He sat back on the sofa and she was astride him, rocking lazily. Her panties were still on one leg, and she leaned backwards, steadying her hands on his knees, trying to maximize his penetration. He groaned with each of her downward thrusts.

"Yeah, that's it. You my greedy little bitch? You want all of this?" he said.

She just moaned and kept meeting his thrusts with abandon. I watched the muscles in her ass tighten and release rhythmically as she fucked herself on his black cock. I made a mental note to talk with her at the next visit.

We went up the stairs, again holding hands, Debbie steadying herself on me as we ascended. She still had on the lingerie she fucked in, and I carried her overnight bag over my shoulder.

We drew some stares from a couple guys as we passed through the kitchen area. They looked through me, but consumed Debbie with hungry eyes. Knowing smiles passed between Debbie and each of the men. Clearly, Debbie was a regular here, and undoubtedly had been a partner with each of them as well.

I wondered idly how many guys she had been with and how I measured up.

I shook my head and told myself, "Chill Jack. Don't be a complete ass. This is a playground, for heaven sake. People are supposed to by fucking each other here."

Perhaps I felt more protective since learning of her pregnancy.

When we went up the next flight of stairs to the bedroom level, it then occurred to me that I didn't know which of the bedroom Sean and Maggie were in. Then I saw there was a little sign up sheet on the floor by each room, I looked down and the names and I finally saw something that looked like Sean scrawled on one.

I timidly knocked on the door, and I heard Maggie stammering "Y-y-y-esss. Come in."

I opened the door and saw them on the bed, the room lit by a single bedroom lamp. I could see Maggie lying on his left side, one leg stretched out, the other bent, half laughing, smiling; half crying, her hand on her forehead, saying "Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck! That was fucking intense"

Sean was lying by her side, laughing too.

He said, "Just in time, homey. Come on in y'all."

He looked at me then turned to Maggie saying, "Now you know, don't you."

She just kept saying, "Oh Fuck, oh fuck Yessss"

He said in reply, "Now you train your boy here. Do what I told you. You a black man's woman now."

She lifted her hand from her head, opened her eyes looking at him. "No Sean, Really no. Really."

He told her simply but forcefully, "Do it, now. My women don't ask why."

I replied angrily, "Back off, man. Who the fuck you think you're talking to?"

He said, "Sorry dude. My bad. Maggie, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

She looked at him, considered a moment, then held out her hands to me, sighed and said, "Ok. Come here, honey. Please."

The bed was tall with a deep mattress, which brought it nearly waist high for me. "I need your kisses, desperately," she said.

I approached her; she was still lying back and now rested her left leg on Sean's right thigh. We kissed and she gave me the most intense kiss I have gotten from her in a long while.

She held my face in both hands and said, "Honey, I'm still so hot. I need you to kiss my breasts so bad. Show Sean how good you are. How you turn me on."

I kissed and sucked each nipple. They were already raised to a level of tautness that showed she was still intensely aroused. Then she pushed my head with both her hands down her chest to her tummy.

Maggie moaned, saying, "Baby, kiss my tummy, pleeease..."

I was game for it. I think that Debbie went over the other side of the bed to stand by Sean, who by this time leaned to his right and was deep kissing my wife again.

Maggie kept guiding me downwards with her hands until I reached her usually downy pubic hair, now matted and gooey. I suddenly pulled back sharply as I felt and tasted not just her but something else as well. I think I knew by then what it was from the few times we had made love and I had gone down on her afterward. Hard to tell though, as she was a mix of scents and taste, mostly a salty little sweat beaded up on her skin.

I started to pull back even further, and I felt Sean lie back and say, "Girl ... Do like I said ...," again in a commanding voice.

Maggie looked up into my eyes and pleaded with me to go back down on her. I decided that I would kiss her tummy but stop there. Putting my lips back on her tummy and circling her belly button. She moaned loudly, opened her legs wider, resting the one higher on Sean. She lifted her hips and pushed me forcefully to her pussy. I tried pulling back, but her hands around the back of my neck assured that was not going to happen. She moved -- squirmed really -- to keep my mouth planted on her.

Slightly pissed off at the little game going on here, but becoming aroused despite it, I began to lick her, trying to ignore the mixed taste of her juices. She moved up and down, first in a slow rhythm, then steadily faster, urging me on, saying "Yesssss darling. Eat me, eat me so deep."

As I began to satisfy her lust, she let up the pressure and instead simply stroked my hair lazily, moving her hips up and down slower as well. My head was down but I love to look up at her over her mound and her fine pubic hair (now matted with cum) into her eyes when I eat her. Sean was smiling and whispering something in her left ear and pinching her nipples with his free hand.

After he finished, she nodded and told me quietly, "Oh yes, that's it. Get it all, honey. Deeper. Get it all. Please." With her right hand she stroked my hair and with her left she stroked Sean's face as he whispered to her and kissed her ear and nibbled her neck. She giggled and her mouth sought his for a deep kiss.

I felt the bed sink downward with the pressure of Debbie getting on the outside of the bed next to Sean and looking over, saw her starting to lick her man's wet member and his pubic hair, wet with Maggie's and his cum. While she did that, she scooted between his legs. Debbie's hand was on my buns, and she reached between my legs, gently squeezed my cock, and then cupped my balls.

Sean moaned for Debbie and told her to get it all. Sean 'out-loud' whispered to Maggie, "Look at your man, licking our cum off your cunt. Looks right, don't it" While my cheeks burned with anger, but still she urged me on. She sucked Sean's tongue and rubbed his abs wile Debbie continued to suck him harder. His right hand held Debbie on his cock while his left was busy twisting Maggie's left nipple.

Maggie seemed to grow more insistent, telling me sharply, "Use your tongue for fuck sake. Deeper, deeper."

My jaw was beginning to hurt from the pressure and from having my tongue so deeply inside her now circling her pussy, which was decidedly more swollen now, actually pulsing.

Sean said to Maggie "That's it. It's all about controlling your hubby."

After 10 or so minutes, Maggie lifted her hips and pushed the lowest reaches of her pussy into my face. I noticed the translucent fluid, and clearly understood what it was. I balked strongly, but she wouldn't let me pull back, trapping me with her thighs.

She moaned, "Make me cum, honey. Make me cum again."

I was torn between revulsion on one hand, and seeing Maggie in the throes of the most intense sexual heat I had ever seen in our years together. I loved seeing her body wracked with the pain of erotic abandon.

I said to myself, "Screw it," and licked her clean, emulating what Debbie to my right had done.

Yes, I understand now as I write this that I had become a part of Sean's domination of my wife, but how could I argue with the fact that I was also giving Maggie more pleasure than I had in years. This was the tradeoff knew I would have to accept. My love for Maggie made it a no-brainer at the time. Still, there was a quiet voice in my head that whispered this experience could signal some kind of change in our relationship and the way we saw each other. I knew that the less Sean in our lives, the better.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FROM SWINGING TO CUCKOLDING
PART5



What lessened the shame and annoyance for me was that Debbie, having finished cleansing Sean with her mouth, scooted under my bent knees and was starting to suck my cock as it hung, partly erect. Clearly, this was turning Sean on again, as for the first time I saw his cock beginning to stand up. He stroked himself a few times and then pushed me (gently but insistently) out of the way. I leaned back on my knees at the foot of the bed. Maggie threw her legs wide open, pushing her thighs down toward the mattress and then, licking her lips, reached up with open arms to accept him again (this would be the third time of the night she informed me when we discussed it three days later.)

"You ready for your man again, girl?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh God Yes, YES... YES..." she replied without the slightest hesitation.

I had thought she might be slightly inhibited with me watching them so closely, or at least toned down her obvious passion a bit, but no. He moved between her open legs on bent knees and kissed her deeply. She thrust her chest up toward him, pulling him toward her. The contrast between them was stark in the dimly lit room. His darkness complemented her milky Irish skin.

I watched, absolutely spellbound as he entered her. Teasing her (and perhaps also to show me that Maggie was 'his' now), he lazily moved his cock head between Maggie's pussy lips. I watched from behind him, still at the foot of the bed and could see that he had not fully penetrated her. She looked up at him with furrowed brow.

Sean now pushed her to commit to him further, saying, "Now tell your cuck boy to go sit down over there."

Maggie, burning to climax again, looked at me and said sweetly, "Honey, would you mind watching us from over there?", waving toward the arm chair.

Sean instantly pulled his cock back, protesting, "No way, not like that. Tell him and say the words. Tell him he's your cuck now. I need to hear it and you need to hear yo'self say it."

She frowned, conflicted. After an awkward silence, she said quietly, "Be my sweet cuckold Jack. Show me how much you want me to make love to Sean... please show me." Then her eyes welling with tears, she added, "Oh, I love you Jack, really I do."

I was floored by her submission to him, but there was still a part of me that thought this was simply Maggie role playing. There wasn't an easy way to put a halt to the action at this moment, so I slowly backed away and became a spectator.

Sean said, "Riiiight... Perfect... Now, Beg me bitch."

Biting her lower lip, Maggie said, "Please? Please be inside me?"

Sean replied quickly, "Uh-uh. Not enough. Tell me you'll do anything for me."

Maggie frowned, glancing over at me, but decided: "Anything. ANYTHING... YESS... ANYTHING.... EVERYTHING...." Now I was far less certain this was play acting. Maggie was an assertive, sometimes domineering woman. To see her like this, supplication in her eyes, begging for this man was utterly foreign to me. Still, it was clear t everyone in the bedroom. She had made the decision.

And so had Sean, who decided that was sufficient for now. I watched as he thrust deeply into her, this time sinking his entire cock into her. This was territory he had not yet penetrated tonight, and as he stroked her savagely, it brought alternating looks of pain, then ecstasy to her face. With each thrust, she spread her thighs to maximize the depth of his penetration, and I could see her pussy stretching wide to accept his huge cock. On the quick following upstroke I watched her inner pussy lips, now stretched by his size, cling to his cock.

I noted with sharp irritation that they were not using a condom; clearly they hadn't used a condom while they were alone either.

It confirmed my already strong suspicion that when I went down on Maggie ten minutes before, that I had tasted more than my wife's juices alone. Oh well, fuck it. What's done is done. Still, I was annoyed, thinking that it was part of Sean's 'deal' as Debbie had put it. It really pissed me off, as Maggie and I agreed it would be a hard and fast rule. My face reddened to know that Maggie had surrendered everything to him.

(Three days later, when enough anger drained from me to talk with her about it, Maggie said that he was just so forceful and persuasive about how much stronger he would make her cum without one that she couldn't resist.)

Taking my right hand, Debbie pulled me from the bed, saying, "Come over here and sit. I'll make you feel very nice!"

She led me to a red and white checkerboard wingback chair that was positioned so that Maggie and Sean were about 6 feet from me and at a 45 degree angle. Their bodies moved in a hypnotic rhythm. Sean's mouth never left hers, and she held him intently, caressing the backs of his arms over and over, occasionally running her hands down his back and squeezing his dark ass passionately, before moving back to squeeze his arms over and over.

Maggie was clearly enraptured and not conscious of anything outside of Sean. While the tops of their torsos seemed moulded together, half dark brown and half milky white, Sean moved upwards a good 8" every time he pulled back before the next thrust. From my perch at an angle from them, I could see his shaft glistening, and got slightly jealous that he was raising such an extreme reaction from my sometimes lukewarm wife, to the point that I began to lose my stiffness.

Debbie pulled her mouth gently away, letting my foreskin slide back over the head of my penis, looked up and asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

I stroked her hair, smiled and said softly, "It's ok. You're fine. It's me."

She scooted further between my legs, pulled my face down to look into her eyes, saying, "I told you that you might not be able to this, remember? Let's use the bathroom in the hall, and I'll finish you."

I shook my head and simply continued to stare across the room.

Sean was pumping her fast and hard now and this continued several minutes. Maggie locked her ankles around him, just at his waist and her arms held onto him on either side of his back. Maggie's pussy was making sweet little pussy farts and her eyes were closed in total rapture. Suddenly, on the upward stroke, he stopped, rested on his locked arms again.

Maggie, surprised, said, "NO, NO, NO.... Please... Don't stop... PLEEEASE... Oh Sean, Oh Sean".

"Look at me, girl" he said. She opened her eyes and looked deeply into his.

Sean said something like, "From now on. Only black, only me, right?" and Maggie pleaded with him to continue, raising her hips to force him deep inside again.

He resisted her thrust, telling her, "Say it, bitch."

She looked deep into his eyes, bit her lower lip, then nodded and said, "Only black... only you... Anything for you.... Whatever you want; just fuck me please! Please... God please ..."

He sunk slowly into her, Then rose and stroked her deep and hard, resuming his pace. Debbie, looking at them over her shoulder abandoned me, her lost cause. She braced herself on my legs as she stood up. She turned her back on me as if I no longer existed. In a set of quick motions, she pulled her lingerie top over her head and pulled her panties down. I watched as the top fluttered down to the floor as if in slow motion.

Now, for the first time I saw her completely nude. She was really a really beautiful young woman. and clearly aroused by her man's domination of my wife's body and soul. I could see from the way she moved that she longed for Sean, and she too had the look of a woman willing to do anything for him.

She walked hesitantly to the side of the bed, and saying nothing, climbed up and lay on her side next to them. She began to caress his back and his ass longingly as he fucked my wife. At a couple points, as he slowed to change the rhythm and further enthrall Maggie, Debbie worked her finger in between his ass cheeks, and into him. The first time she fingered him, he flashed a smile, leaned over and kissed her. With her left hand she moved inside him and with her right, moved two fingers in and out of her womanhood, breathing heavily.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FROM SWINGING TO CUCKOLDING
PART6




Over on the armchair, without understanding why or how, I became incredibly hard. I watched this trio and became more turned on than I thought I could ever be, even to the point where my legs were trembling. I started to work my member back and forth with one hand, while reaching to the side table for a wad of tissues with the other. I knew I needed to climax, and I couldn't stop myself from doing this.

I thought enviously how much I wanted to be riding either Maggie or Debbie, but the night was lost to me for that. Maybe even more than the night.

Sean kept saying softly to Maggie (but loud enough for me to hear), "You mine now. From now on, I say come, you say yes sir. Understand?"

To which Maggie always responded, "Yes, anything. Anything."

Sean added, "Sir...".

Maggie hesitated more, and still more. To her, this may have gone beyond role playing.

Finally, Maggie closed her eyes and said, "Sir," and reached up around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her neck. In return, he sucked on her neck, leaving more of the marks that would persist for the next seven days. At least for this night, she was his -- submissive to his wants and desires.

At first, I was sure this was just role playing, but now, not that sure. I wondered if, to Maggie, this was somehow more than a surrender to the lust of the moment. I admit even now to being confused.

Sean resumed fucking her rapidly. In thinking back about it, the guy had stamina, I have to admit. Maggie resumed moaning loudly suddenly cried out, and both Sean and Debbie muffled her, so as to not alarm the rest of the establishment. Obvious to everyone in the room, she was cumming and cumming hard. Even from 6 feet away, I could see that Sean and she were sweating like racehorses and her body bucked violently upwards as she gripped Sean's arms tightly. Exhausted, she fell back.

Sean said, "I need to finish, baby. This might take a while, understand?" I didn't wonder, as they had certainly already climaxed together previously.

She nodded and then he lifted her left leg over his right shoulder.

Pumping her that way, I heard her saying, "Oh oh god, sooooo deep!"

Watching her man, Debbie stroked her own mound with delicate hands in and out so fast, I could hardly follow her motion. Sean continued almost 5 minutes more.

I heard Maggie say, "Hurts, it hurts.... So deep.. Too deep... God, I can feel you hittin' my womb, baby... Ohhh....." once, but still making no motion to stop him.

Sean replied, "Yeah, I know. B'leive me, you'll get to love that feels sugar. An' any man you can't feel in your womb ain't worth yo' time. "

As I watched, Sean went about fucking Maggie with renewed intensity; the back of his head was now covered in tiny beads of sweat, and likewise his powerful black butt as he moved swiftly forward and backwards. Next he gripped Maggie's ass with both hands, tilting her crotch for even deeper penetration. As he moved onto his knees, he rested her butt cheeks on his thighs. For my vantage point, I could now see his cock penetrating Maggie, pounding her pussy. His balls, which had been hanging low for the last several minutes began lifting and tightening in preparation for pumping sperm into his partner, my wife. His cock was so long that every stroke took more than a second to complete.

Maggie's moans of pain now turned simply to moans and little purrs. Her breathing grew short and from my vantage point, I could see her right breast and nipple showing renewed excitement. Maggie began rocking and pushing her hips upward rapidly to meet his thrusts. Suddenly, Sean's face was screwed into that face all men make during orgasm as he came in cascades, grunting loudly. On his rising strokes I could see streams of cum coating his cock.

He shoved deeply a few more times as his shaft lost its blood. Finally, he pulled Maggie's leg off his shoulder, pushed himself from between her wobbly parted legs and lay back contentedly at the side of the bed with Maggie between himself and Debbie. Debbie licked her fingertips and playfully reached over to twist Maggie's nipples. To my complete and utter surprise, she simply lay back and let this happen, not moving to push Debbie away; rather she lazily watched Debbie through half opened eyes, then reached out to stroke Debbie's blond hair. Debbie sucked her nipples, not deeply but in an almost childlike fashion. I had never seen Maggie show the slightest interest in another woman, and yet tonight, she had no problem with it at all. I guess there's a first time for everything.

Sean finally opened his eyes to look over in my direction. He caught me as I stroked my own shaft with urgency, nearly at the point of no return.

He nudged Maggie's right shoulder with his left elbow and said, "Hey look over there. See that. See how your man gets off from watching us. Tha's how you treat a white hubby. Look at him - he's lovin' this."

She simply nodded with a look of disgust, then quickly looked away from me.

At that point, I felt both ashamed but beyond the point of no return. I exploded into the tissue and bit my lower lip, wanting to blend into the wallpaper.

Sean lay back and finding Maggie's dress by the side of the bed used it to wipe the sweat from his torso and neck. Looking over at Maggie, he said, "It's time now Maggie. Do that thing we talked about"

Maggie, now sated sexually, and very much in awe of Sean, complied to her lover's demand without hesitation.

"Jack, please come over here and join us," She said softly, "Show me that you liked me making love with Sean... please... show me."

Then her eyes welling with tears, she added, "Oh, I love you so much tonight Jack, really I do."

I moved slowly to the bed as if under a spell. I have never been able to say no to Maggie.

Sean laughed and shook his head then said to me, "I DID tell you not to bet against me. Alright, let's do this thing. Maggie, grab your man's dick, shove the head up against my head - like docking two boats."

She pulled me by my dick, which had lost its erection and then touched my pale head against his much larger dark chocolate one, lining up our slits.

"A'ight, now slide my foreskin all the way down over his dick; Tha's it sugar. Go ahead, cover as much of his little dick as you can. Tha' shouldn't be hard." Sean explained, moving his body to face me.

Sean winked in a 'just kidding' way. I didn't think it was particularly funny.

Sean said, laughing heartily, adding an aside to me, "I'm jes messin' with ya. No Hard feelings, dawg. Right?"

Maggie did as he instructed, as I watched his foreskin cover my flaccid penis almost completely. Maggie stroked his foreskin back and forth over mine, as if instinctively knowing what Sean wanted. I felt a creepy chill up my spine, and almost wretched convulsively. She continued to stroke several more times as I watched my penis disappear, engulfed by his loose foreskin. Finally, he pulled her hand off, broke the contact, then lay back on the bed, his phallus growing in size again.

At the time, I didn't understand the symbolic significance of his action; I thought it was just some creepy spur of the moment thing he dreamed up. Only days later did I 'get it'. For one thing, Sean didn't intend the 'sharing' as a once-in-a-lifetime event (again I didn't understand this in the heat of the moment.) More than that, Sean was showing Maggie that he was now taking charge of her sexually. By making my dick literally 'disappear' he was sending her a not so subtle message. And finally, by making her cover my penis with his using her own hand, then watching as she stroked, Maggie was actively agreeing to the conditions he laid down. In the symbolic language of interracial domination, Sean had 'mounted' me and become the alpha male in my wife's eyes.

"Listen Jack, you are a terrific husband to yo' woman. Thank you for sharing your wonderful wife with me. She is without a doubt the hottest white pussy I have ever had. That little cock slut over there could take a few lessons," he said looking over at Debbie whose face had turned a crimson red. He added, "Maggie, you should thank Jack for sharing you. He's a very rare man, and you should show your appreciation to him."

He stuck out his big paw to shake my hand. I didn't know whether to take it or swing at him. I decided on the former and simply shook his hand.

Maggie and I both dressed hastily. Sean asked her - politely - whether he could keep her panties. Blushing, she obediently handed them to him.

By this time it was nearly 3 AM, and very clearly the house wanted to close down for the night. In-ceiling lights, which I had never noticed before, flicked on and off a few times rapidly. I collected my clothes, and dressed, wiping my shaft one last time. We both said our goodbyes right then and there.

Sean told me, "That was for rizzle, You're alright, for playing along Jim."

And then, as Debbie walked over to me, I looked at her leggy form appreciatively. She sat astride my legs, kiss me and give me a passionate hug. It felt so good to have her bare breast against my chest, that my spirits and my sense of my own manhood started to revive.

While Debbie and I hugged, I saw Maggie kiss Sean, his thick full lips covering hers completely.

Debbie whispered into my ear my cell number is "___ ___ ____. Let's give Sean a little payback? I really want to hook up with you alone; not here; my apartment and soon. And I promise I am going to fuck your brains out!"

I was shocked by the invitation. Apparently, Debbie was also not impressed by Sean's performance tonight and didn't like his attitude any more than I did.

I thought to myself, "Sean, my friend, paybacks are HELL. And I can't wait to start making some deposits."

We passed our black hostess (still looking wonderfully sensual,) while putting on our coats. In the inrush of air from the open front door, I caught her scent which was an erotic mixture of musk and sex. Clearly, she had been making love tonight, and for a moment, I envied the man (or men.) My penis twinged once in an involuntary reaction to her. My body was already thinking about its future agenda.

She said heartily, "I hope you enjoyed yourselves. Please come back again real soon."

I was discovering what a lot of others swinging novices generally discover quickly, which was that swingers are some of the most outgoing and friendly people anywhere.

We walked out into the night and toward our car. There was only one other house even remotely close (perhaps a half mile toward the entrance of the dead end road); I figured the neighbors either had to be heavy sleepers or deaf not to notice this pattern every Friday and Saturday night.

Maggie and I didn't say a single word to each other for fifteen minutes.

Finally, I broke the ice saying, "Well, that was sure intense!"

She was looking out the passenger window, and replied simply, "Uh-huh, intense," without ever looking over at me. I felt that she was ashamed of me for making myself climax while I watched her fuck. For my part, I was even more ashamed that I had allowed her lover to symbolically mount me as well.

When we reached our townhouse, she showered quickly and threw on flannel pajamas, still not talking. I took a quick shower, jumped into bed and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke with a raging erection, and began waking Maggie with little kisses and reached under her top to caress her.

She said simply, "Jack, are you crazy? Not now baby; I am so fucking sore. He stretched me so wide, I could probably give birth to a pony."

I laughed, then she laughed and said, "I think I need a couple days to recover. Maybe Tuesday or Wednesday?"

I asked whether all that domination game was real or simply play, and she said, "Honey, you're the only one I care about. Just a game, sweetie."

I asked, "What was all that weird crap at the end? A game too?" She laughed and said, "of course honey!"
(To Be continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

FROM SWINGING TO CUCKOLDING

PART6


January 21

On Wednesday night, Maggie still said she wasn't ready but then mentioned that she had really loved watching me stroke myself to a climax last weekend.

"I love watching you cum that way, sweetie. Do it for me again, please...?" she said with a sad puppy face.

We kissed warmly and my erection began to rise, but she took my hands off her breasts, when I cupped them, remarking that they were still too sore. I asked her to suck me for a while, and she did that lightly for a minute or so, then put her hand around mine which she then moved onto my dick. Together, we stroked my shaft for a few times, then she laid back to watch me. I closed my eyes thinking of how much I would rather be inside her than this. I began to flag a bit, but then strangely, as thoughts of Maggie with Sean started creeping into my head and again I got intensely erect. Five minutes later, I came explosively.

Maggie tousled my hair and kissed my cheek warmly. "That's my good boy," she said, cuddling close to me.

"Were you thinking about me when you came?" she asked, still caressing my face, "Or were you thinking about Sean inside me, and how you liked seeing it?"

She raised and eyebrow, as if already knowing my answer.

I lied telling her, "I was thinking of you, only you honey. I would rather have been inside you though."

Without thinking, she blurted out, "well if you were 10 shades darker, and 5 inches longer, and twice as thick, you would have."

A stone silence hung in the air for a few seconds and then we both laughed so hard there were tears in both our eyes.

January 30

It's Friday now, over two weeks later, we still haven't been intimate; I am waiting for her to be ready for me to try a little of the old magic on her. I have made moves but either got the old headache response or no response at all. Her sexual appetite seems to be pretty sated still. Three or four times more she has laid with me watching me masturbate myself to climax, starting me off with her hand over mine then lying back to urge me on, again telling me how much she enjoyed watching me play with myself while Sean fucked her. I hate knowing that I came while thinking about Sean mounting her, and remembering her explosive orgasms with him. In my mind's eye, I could sometimes see her begging Sean to fuck her, stroking his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. One of the times, I caught myself thinking how much I wanted to see her responding to Sean again. Since the night he first fucked her, my only release of sexual tension has been through masturbation, with Maggie afterward tousling my hair and telling me how much that turned her on.

Later that day, after we saw our daughter off to college for the start of Spring semester, I tried to arouse Maggie as we lay in front of the fireplace. I pulled her panties down intending to go down on her. I noticed bruises on the inside of both her thighs and started to comment. She abruptly pulled her panties back up, telling me that she wanted me to eat her out later, and promised the weekend would be special for us both.

January 31


I got the credit card statement in yesterday's mail, and noted two extremely large items, a bill from Victoria's Secret and another from Macy's. It puzzled me and when I quizzed her about it, she blushed and said, "Oh gosh sweetie. I suppose I DID go a little overboard. But now that I have not one but TWO hot stud muffins to dress for and seduce, I need to spend a little more."

I looked incredulous, and blurted out, "what the ... what the.. two??"

"Jack, you know that you are and always will be my number one stud muffin, silly," she smiled at me and took my hand asking me to sit with her in the family room.

"And of course now that you agreed to share me with Sean, I want to look nice for him too, honey. Honey, don't be a cheapskate about this," she said, patting my face.

Maggie gently took my hand and stroked it gently.

"Jack, there's something I need to tell you, and I don't want you to get upset," She said in a gentle voice, biting her lower lip and looking at me apprehensively.



She continued, "As I said, I love you very much. Of course I do. And I know I haven't been very, well responsive to you lately, and well I don't want to be dishonest, honey. I haven't been aroused by you because, well... well, the thing is I can't get Sean out of my head. Every time I daydream, I can almost feel his thick hot lips on my body, feel his hands, smell his musky scent. When I dream, I can see his naked body standing over me, waving his cock back and forth and telling me to suck it.

I replied, "Maggie, I think you're probably just fantasizing. That's ok."



Maggie looked away from me, staring blankly into space and continued, "Jack, Sean called me two days after we played with him, and well to make a long story short, he asked me out on a date tonight. I know you don't mind, but I just felt awkward bringing it up."

I shook my head angrily and replied, "Don't mind? Like hell! What gave you that idea?"

Maggie dried her eyes, and steadfastly held her ground. Frowning crossly she said, "Now wait just a minute, Jack. You were the one who wanted me to try a black guy in the first place. You challenged him to take me away from you; don't say you don't remember that!"

My jaw dropped as she continued, "So you don't go blaming me for getting hooked on the experience. And furthermore, you really got off on it too - and we BOTH know you did. I will never forget the sight of you stroking your own little peenie as you watched him make love to me. Don't you think that made an impression?"

Then she dealt the trump card, "Well, and of course the other thing, you let me crown him. Didn't you understand what that meant?"

I looked quizzically, "Crowned? I don't understand. What the hell is 'crowned'?"

She looked angrily at me, "When I slid his cock over your dick, remember? That is giving a woman's black lover explicit permission to take her. Whenever the woman does that with her own hand and her man lets her, it's like, I dunno, giving him permission or something. D'uhhh... Don't pretend you weren't there or that you didn't understand that!"

She pounded me on my chest, adding, "After seeing the way that Sean's cock completely engulfed your dick that night, I felt it deep inside - we both accepted him as my lover; didn't you feel that too? And another thing - I know you really enjoyed watching us fuck, didn't you? Didn't you?"

My face turned red and the veins in my forehead stood out, "No way. Absolutely not, Maggie. That's a lie!"

She smiled at me, sarcasm dripping from her lips, "Oh really?"

At that I blew up. For one thing, For nor thing, I knew nothing about the symbolic meaning of the crowning thing. For another, I now noticed that she was calling my once proud cock a 'peenie' now, while she referred to Sean's member as a cock. Where the hell did that come from. Was she reacting to what she perceived as a 'shortcoming' on my part or to the strength of Sean as a superior lover?

She folded her arms and sat back. Then she massaged my right leg. "Jack I need you to understand that I love you dearly and I always will, but Sean really drives me wild sexually. He touches me in places that you just can't. But Jack, I want you to be a part of it and enjoy this new experience WITH me."

"Be a part .... I don't understand what you want from me? How can I be a 'part' of something I don't even understand; what does that even mean," I challenged.

"Honey, we have just been through this. Secretly you DO approve and we both know it. Admit it, every time you jerk off now, you think of him inside me. I can see it in your face. Can't we both be honest about that? Be supportive of me honey, and I promise you will come to enjoy this even more than you do now. Together we'll go places you never knew you could go." She smiled and stroked my cheek.

My face burned with embarrassment, and I refused to admit even a little bit of truth in what she said.

She moved closer and then, taking my face in her hands kissed me deeply, her tongue found mine and we were kissing hotly. Her hand slid over my thigh. when she found my dick, growing erect from our deep kissing, she looked into my eyes and said, "I know what's wrong with my tiger. You're probably really horny, baby."

Damn right I was horny. No sex for weeks will do that to a man. We moved toward the long sofa, and she turned up the radio. It was tuned to a local hip hop station, which confused the hell out of me as Maggie had always disliked rap music intensely; in the last week or so though, she had been listening to it exclusively.

"Maggie, you hate that kind of music," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Nuh-uh, baby. Not anymore. I am only now beginning to listen to the lyrics. Really powerful stuff. Kind of keeps me turned on, ya know? Besides, the beat is great to fuck to. Anyway, come on over here."

As she started to unzip my jeans and release my aching penis, she pushed me gently down onto the sofa and I scooted back until I was lengthwise on it. My dick sprang up hard and she appraised it with a smile. She sat on the floor next to me and tenderly kissed one side of the shaft. Taking a single deep breath she then engulfed my entire penis with her mouth, something I never knew she was capable of. I could feel my whole member deep in her mouth and throat as she went down and then up on me repeatedly. I was in heaven, feeling her soft lips and the liquid heat of her mouth. I moaned out loud and she hummed, "mmmmmmmmm."

After a bit, she disgorged me and started to stroke me with her free hand.

"God, Maggie, where did you learn that?" I asked, knowing that she had never taken me that deeply in all our years.

She smiled wickedly and said, "Mmmmmm ... I'm glad you liked it. I have been practicing -- now that I have my other stud muffin to please, I need to be able to suck a much much larger cock."

Maggie winked at me and, kissed my abs, then purred in a sweet low voice, "Yummm... My sweet tiger is soooooo hard. lie back and close your eyes, babe. Tell me what you're thinking of. Can you think of me with Sean?"

Closing my eyes, at first I frowned, not wanting those images to come but then nodded my head. As a journalist with an eye for detail, I could easily see them with my eyes closed, just as they were two weeks ago.

Maggie continued to stroke my shaft, and then picking up my hand and covering with hers, put it on my shaft and together we stroked my erection.

"Tell me, tiger, what do you see. C'mon, don't be shy. Tell me everything," she said sweetly.

I really didn't want to play this game, but she insisted, "You know you can't forget it. I want to know everything you saw and felt, sweetie."

"Ummm... Well, I can see Sean's dark skin against your milky whiteness... Your legs bent at your knees.... I can see him pushing your legs apart and moving between them. I can see ...", I squinted harder behind my closed eyelids, "Now I can see him rubbing the head of his cock up and down against the slit of you pussy. His head is really huge and your lips are swollen for him."

"Mmmmmmmm. Yesssss..... So hot. I can remember that too; tell me more, darling," she said, urging me on.

"Now... now you take his shaft and guide it to your pussy. I can see him thrust in a few inches to lock into your vagina. You gasp and pull on his arms," I continue.

Maggie removed her hand from mine, and I continue to stroke as she massaged my chest. "Tell me more, my sweet stud guy."

I force my eyes closed and recall more details, "I can smell his musky odor all the way across the room. I see you breathing deeply and as he pushes his cock in you, I can see how much your pussy is stretched by him. Looks like it must hurt."

"Oh god yes, Jack. It hurt soooooo good. You have no idea how good it felt," she said excitedly.

Continuing to stroke myself rhythmically, I continued, "Now I can see how he leaned down and tugged on your nipple with his bare teeth. i see the pain in your face, but you hold his head in place and scream for him not to stop. It's so hot for me to see you begging him."

"Oh Yesss. It just intensified the pleasure of being fucked by him. I could feel him filling my vagina through the whole length of it. Ohhhhh... Go on Baby, go on," she begged me.

By this time, my penis was stretched to an erection so large it was almost painful. I didn't want to cum, but I couldn't stop myself from stroking my cock faster and faster.

"What else... I can see him sucking all around your breasts, leaving welts... You had hickeys there for a week... Now, he's moving to his knees. You're scooting under him," I continued, reliving the night.

Maggie sat on the floor next to me, reliving the experience dreamily, "Yessss... I remember.... I remember him on his knees, moving my hips so that he could penetrate me so deep. I felt his cock reach me EVERYWHERE in my vagina. Every time I felt him thrust, a huge thrill ran all through my body. "

By this time, my abs were churning, my dick aching to ejaculate, and my balls were tightening, ready to pump out my cum.

I stroked furiously as Maggie encouraged me, "Feel it with me. Feel Sean make my body tremble with ecstasy. He's ready to pump so much hot cum in me... cum with him, baby. I can feel the heat of his cock and now his cum filling me. Oh yes.... stroke your little peenie and cum, honey."

I couldn't hold back a moment longer. My cock was aching and ready to explode. In a split second, my balls pulsed sending a huge spurt of my cum almost all the way up my chest.

Again and again I spurted, my body responding to the memory of Maggie writhing in ecstasy, clutching at Sean's body, grasping him tight against her. I collapsed, nearly exhausted from the incredible strength of my self induced orgasm. Maggie told me to open my eyes; I did that and saw her big smile.

"That's my sweet guy. See how great that was, honey?" Maggie said, then continued to stroke my face tenderly, "See how good that made you feel?"

She patted the sofa space between us, and said, "Look I know this is coming at you fast and it's all a bit of a blow to your pride - why do you guys always feel like you have to be so macho? Why don't you put your head down on my lap and let me stroke your hair while you fall asleep baby."

Exhausted and tired of fighting what seemed to be a lost battle, I succumbed to her invitation. I put my head down and she smoothed my hair and caressed my face for several minutes.

I fell into a restful sleep, having given up, or perhaps just settling into the role my wife had defined for me. Several minutes, perhaps a half hour later, I heard to soft gong of her mobile's ring tone and felt her slide out from under my head.

I drifted in an out of sleep for a few more minutes, then woke lazily, missing the warmth of her thigh under my head. From the kitchen in the distance, I heard the murmur of conversation. Maggie was talking on the phone. In my bare feet, I moved silently across the carpet and stood out of sight, listening and catching snatches of the discussion. The hip hop continued to drone on the FM so that the noise covered my movement.

"...No, no problems... ...uh huh, yeah; doing everything just like the manual explains... ...I keep making him jerk off and think of us. He just did it again now and -- oh my god -- it works just like it says it would. Holy crap, he practically hit the ceiling with his load a few minutes ago...", she said on her side of the conversation, then laughed suddenly. I could hear a deep laugh on the other end of the call, muffled by Maggie's cheek against the phone.

"I have to tell you though, his cock looked soooo good, I was tempted to cave in on this whole thing; just strip off and ride him like a cowgirl... ....Mmmmmm, he still gives me shivers, Sean... ...huh?... ...NO! Of course I didn't let him fuck me... ... that's page one of the manual baby... ... in big bold type... 'Deny your cuckold all sex unless it involves dreaming about you and your lover'... ... Sean, I AM reading the manual ...", Maggie continued talking.

And now I knew who was on the other side of the phone call. Suddenly I shifted my weight and a floorboard creaked. Maggie let out a little scream and fumbled the phone, almost dropping it. She put it back to her ear, saying, "You still there? It was just my very wonderful husband creeping up on me... ...really... ...are you sure... ...Ok, sure ..."

Maggie turned to me, offering me the phone, "Honey, It's Sean on the line. He would like to talk with you. Here."

I took it from her, looking at it like it was an alien artefact. I stared at it for a few more seconds then lifted it to my ear, then said, "Uh yeah... What..."

On the other end of the call, I heard his voice speaking in a friendly tone, "Hey dawg. How you been. Ain't talked in -- what -- a couple few weeks now."

I said absolutely nothing. An uncomfortable silence of several seconds followed.

Sean picked up the conversation, not taking my hint that there was nothing to talk about, "Listen, bro. I really want to thank you for rizzle for sharing Maggie. It takes a real confident man to be able to do that. I get it how hard it is. But dig, they ain't hardly a white gal that don't rather have a black man. Together, we givin' Maggie everything she needs. From me, she get what she need in bed, from you all that respectability and shit. So everything be cool, right?"

More silence on my side of the phone. Unhampered, Sean, plunged forward, "Look, I want to ask you to understand something Jack. Maggie's shy to ask this, but I asked her on a date tonight and she really wants to come out wif' me. Only with yo' permission of course. And I want to show her some 'preciation, you know? You don't mind right, bro? We cool?"

I balled my free hand into a fist. In the corner, Maggie stood, nervously nibbling her fingernail.

Finally, I spoke. "Sean, whatever. If that's what Maggie wants."

Sean's voice was suddenly cheery, "Great, can you just tell her I'll pick her up at 9? And tell her to dress sexy!"

"Uh, yeah. Wait, you know our address?" I asked.

"Ummm, well, I think I maybe can find it. Thanks. You da man," he offered, terminating the conversation.

I turned to Maggie, hanging up the phone. "Your other 'stud muffin' says he'll pick you up at 9. And be sure to dress like a slut. Shouldn't be hard."

Maggie smiled like a collegegirl, "Oh thank you my sweetest love. Thank you so much. I promise this is going to work out baby, and I want you to be my partner in everything. You are a wonderful husband."

She threw her arms around me and for the first time in a long while she gave me a long passionate kiss. "I love you honey, but I really need this too. We both know it."

She smiled warmly and then offered, "Oh Jack sweetie, you look dejected. There's no reason to worry about being excluded. Honey, there's a place for you in this relationship, I wouldn't leave the love of my life out! You're very important to me, and even to Sean believe it or not."

Looking into my eyes, she continued, "I promise to help you enjoy this new open relationship honey. let's start right now. I want you to help me get ready for my date. And I want you to help me get ready for all my dates with Sean. And another thing. I want to feel your wonderful tongue on my pussy whenever you want -- especially after Sean and I make love. You soothe me so much after he ravages me. And I just you know that you loved the taste of our cum. Come on now, my sweet stud muffin, admit that much at least!"

Seeing that I was still resisting, she added, "Oh, and of course, Sean will let you watch sometimes. You just have to promise not to interfere. You can just watch to your hearts content and stroke your peenie, while I watch you lovingly. Doesn't that sound great?"
I listened patiently, then my curiosity got the better of me. "Maggie, I thought I heard you mention something about 'the manual' or something? What were you talking about?"

Maggie chewed on her lower lip, looked thoughtful and said, "Oh that. That's nothing sweetie. Just a book Sean gave me; it's about having an open relationship, like ours. it has advice for me about helping you to accept and enjoy things. Nothing to worry about. Now help me get ready baby?"




(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FROM SWINGING TO CUCKOLDING

LAT PART


January 31 (9 PM)

Maggie has been like a nervous teenage collegegirl for the last couple hours. Not entirely into the spirit of the evening, I nevertheless love my wife loved seeing the transformation the excitement had made. I fixed her a warm bubblebath infused with mango oil, and she luxuriated in that until she got 'prune fingers' and toes. As she was drying off, she did a couple spins in front of the mirror and then stopping in mid twirl, looked at her pubic area and then asked me whether her bush needed to be trimmed I said it looked fine to me (and it did). Maggie on the other hand had a more critical opinion of her looks. She frowned and sitting on the edge of the tub handed me the shave gel and razor, asked me trim her landing strip. I knew how important it was to her, so I lavished extra time and attention to getting every stray hair and making both sides even. I leaned back to admire my work. Her pussy looked frankly gorgeous to me and caught in the moment I leaned forward and spreading her legs I started to tongue her labia.

Maggie leaned back a bit and pushed her pussy lips and clit toward my lips. My lips were hungry for her and sinking low on my knees, I dove in passionately devouring her freshly bathed pussy, drinking in the fragrance of her arousal. Her labia started to swell and as I looked up from my kneeling position I could see her nipples pushing out from her naturally uptilted breasts. Encouraged, I redoubled my efforts, pushing her thighs apart, ignoring the bruises I saw there. Obviously, passion marks are a mark of ownership for the giver and an acknowledgement of submission by the receiver -- I had a strong suspicion where those hickeys came from but didn't really want to know the truth then and there anyway.

I was determined to make Maggie appreciate my abilities, and my tongue was all over her pussy, here circling her clit, there diving deep between her lips to touch her vaginal walls as deep as my determination would take me. The results were nothing short of stunning. Maggie hands were clenched, gripping the edge of the tub for support, writhing in joy, and alternating between moaning loudly and screaming my name. She held my head deeply between her thighs and I continued to lick her labia from south to north, teasing her clit with every upstroke. After several minutes, the pace of her breathing quickened dramatically. She pulled my head into her soaking crotch with both hands, holding me tight as she came in multiple shuddering waves.

After several long seconds, she released me, still breathing heavily, saying, "Oh my God, you're so wonderful, so incredible. That was the biggest orgasm I have had in like forever. My sweetest husband, I love you so much. I had forgotten how wonderful and talented you are."

I can hardly express how much her orgasm and those words lifted me, then she added, "I hope you're awake when we get home. I can't wait to feel your talented mouth on me again."

This brought me down immediately and reminded me of my place in the new order of our evolving sexual relationship. I continued to help Maggie prepare consisted by doing her nails, top and bottom in a vibrant crimson. She asked for my opinion on which dress to wear, modeling both for me. I was shocked at how over the top both were. One was a black chiffon, trimmed in silver below her breasts and extremely open at the back, right down to the curve of her buns; the other was a very revealing red satin number, barely covering her breasts above her nipples, and almost all the way up her thighs. The latter was in my opinion far too slutty, so of course that's the one she chose.

She decided on real nylons and shimmied into a lace-trimmed black garter belt, one of the items she had just gotten from Victoria Secret. She asked me to straighten her stockings and fasten them to the belt. I knelt down and as I ran my hands over her legs, my dick began to stiffen. My heart raced with excitement from the closeness of her. Her scent, the curve of her hips, the feel of her body heat were intoxicating to me. My loins ached with desire to be inside her. Then I felt gut wrenching angst as I realized her pussy was off limits to me tonight; that I was helping her prepare for a date with a man I could barely tolerate.

Maggie is a shoe-a-holic, so selecting a pair was a major effort. When she finally selected a pair of white 4" heels, she sat down on the edge of the bed and told me to fasten them for her. As I held each of her thighs, my erection grew and a tiny leakage of pre-cum lubricated the head of my phallus. I ran my hands up and down her legs, feeling her curves. Maggie sensing my excitement and desire, pushed me aside saying, "Easy tiger."

I noticed that she wasn't wearing panties and asked her about it. She said she hadn't decided whether to go with panties or not. She liked the smooth look of having no panty line to spoil the close-fitting dress she had on. I fumed inside at knowing that she would be even more easily available to Sean. Still I had to face facts that this was not a 'date' in the old college sense of the word. She WOULD wind up being fucked by him tonight at some point, and probably multiple times.

When she was finally ready, she spun around and asked me, "How do I look?"

I replied without hesitation, "Good enough to fuck!"

She laughed, replying, "I hope so sweetie."

That hurt me more than I can find the words to express. A part of me was incredibly jealous, but another part of me understood that she was a black man's woman now. Her body, her libido, and her desire were all tuned to a higher state of pleasure than she would be able to achieve with me. Like an addicted person, she could not be satisfied with me as an equal partner in bed.

The door bell rang and Maggie, still applying lipstick asked me to answer it. Sean was on the porch in a slick silver-grey suit with a shirt open half way to his waist, looking every bit the pimp I felt that he was. He walked right in and held out a hand for me to shake. I looked at him as if he was from Mars and luckily Maggie walked down the stairs just in time to break the icy tension.

"Girl, you look good enough to eat. And believe me I will," he said laughingly, then added, 'Did you pack a toothbrush?"

Maggie blushed, but said, "In my purse. Can we go now?"

"Not yet, baby. Don't you have some words for Jack?" then he added, "I hope thas' all y'all packed. You ain't brought them nasty pills did you?"

I looked at them both, "Pills?"

Maggie cleared her throat explaining, "It's nothing Jack. Sean wants me off birth control, and I have explained to him that it's a very serious commitment for a woman to carry a man's child. Way beyond having fun in bed. Rest assured I am still protected."

She patted her purse as if to emphasize the point.

Sean moved into her grinding his crotch into hers, "Baby, after you feel this inside you a few mo' times, you be beggin' me to breed you."

As he grabbed her ass, forcing her dress to ride up to her pubic area, he felt her bare skin.

"Oh girl, you ain't wearin no drawers?" he remarked lifting an eyebrow.

Maggie thought about it a few seconds, then told me, "Jack, be a sweetie and get me a white thong from the middle drawer."

I scurried up the stairs to fetch a pair, noticing from the corner of my eye that they had already started kissing. Feeling around in her ligerie drawer, I pickes a sheer, transparent white pair at first, then decided on a slightly more modest opaque synthetic set. As my hand withdrew, I knocked aside her tampon box and noticed the thick magazine style pamphlet for the first time. I picked it up, and saw the cover, which read:

"White Wife. Black Lover. White Husband. A Complete Guide to Managing Your Cuckold."

The cover photograph showed an obviously very pregnant blond, standing with her back against a tall black guy. His coal black hands were cradling her belly and her pale white hands happily covering his. In the background was a middle aged white guy, smiling happily at his wife and her lover.

My jaw dropped in disbelief. So this was the 'manual' Maggie had been talking about to Sean during their 'phone conversation. I started leafing through and stopped at the table of contents. the chapter title was very suggestive. Suggestive enough to explain what Maggie had meant about 'doing everything the manual explains.'

There was a chapter on "Channeling and Redirecting Your Hubby's Sexual Energy," and another explained how to prepare a husband emotionally entitled "From Hubby to 'Gal Pal'." There were several others, one called "In Praise of His Talented Tongue: Finally a Use for Hubby," and one particularly disturbing in view of the discussion he just heard focusing on "Black-Bred: Dealing With Pregnancy, Planned and Unplanned."

I quickly flipped to Chapter 1 and started scanning. It began:

"Face facts. You've 'gone black' (or you're seriously thinking about it) and you already know you're not going back. Every time you daydream or squeeze your thighs together, you can feel that big fat cock pumping inside you, touching you in places hubby can't even dream of. When you close your eyes, you can smell his funky musk; you salivate thinking of taking his cock in your mouth. You got it bad, white sista. So have the authors of this Guide. Between the two of us, we have been black bred five times and still we're 'married' to white hubbies!

How did we manage it? How do we use hubby to provides us financial security and the social status that a white man brings and still fuck a real man every night in the comfort of our own beds? This guide will reveal all the secret techniques, known by an increasing number of happy white wives, for turning your white hubby into a willing cuckold; someone who will help you get ready for a date, cheer you on from the sidelines, and lick your pussy clean the next morning.

In this Guide, we'll take you step by step to managing the new freedom and power that being a black man's woman gives you. You already sense the change in you, now create the change in him, your hubby. The first rule we're going to give you might seem crazy at first, but it's critical:

DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES FUCK YOUR CUCKOLD!

Trust us! If you backslide, if you have a weak moment, if you break his training you'll have to start all over again. If he insists, always remember, you can use the trusty standby, 'Darling he left my pussy so sore it hurts. Let's wait a few days.' The second rule is also critical:

DENY YOUR CUCKOLD ANY FORM OF SEX THAT IS NOT CHANNELED THROUGH YOU AND YOUR LOVER.

We will explain 'channeling' and use it over and over (and so will you!)"

I was so absorbed in reading this that I almost didn't hear Maggie calling insistently from the foyer, "Honey, where are we with those panties?"

I shoved the book back under her box of tampons and sauntered back downstairs. Sean was standing behind Maggie, holding her in an eerie echo of the book cover.

Maggie asked me sweetly, "Could you slip them on me darling?"

Even though I had an inkling of the game being played on me, I was too shell shocked to do anything but comply. As she spread her legs, I knelt down at her feet. Putting one hand on my head to steady herself, she slid one foot into the leg hole. As I looked up, I saw them both staring down on me, smiling. She stepped through the other side, and I slid them up to her hips, straightening them.

I stood up just as Sean said, "I don't see why you bothered. She will be beggin' me to rip 'em off her ten minutes after we leave."

Maggie interjected, "Hey wait ... twenty minutes at least!"

A complete and utter silence filled the foyer, and then all three of us simultaneously broke out into heady laughter despite the awkwardness of the situation. Some things are just funny no matter what.

With that, Maggie pulled me aside, and said, "Don't play with that little thing while we're gone. I have big plans for that."

She cupped my balls and even though I knew now it was a lie, I still hoped anyway. Giving me a little peck on the cheek, she turned to Sean and said, "Ready baby?"

Sean looked at me and said, "Don't worry 'bout nothin' Jack, I will have her back tomorrow undamaged..." then thinking for a moment added, "Well, I'll be doin' some major damage but Maggie won't be complaining!"

With that, they strolled toward his pearl white Lexus, and I could hear the high pitched lilt of her laughter as she responded to his conversation. In a few more moments, they were out of sight.

February 1 (4 AM)

I spent most of the night trying to figure things out. Why was I, on the one hand justifiably jealous of what was developing between my wife and her powerful black lover, and on the other hand so incredibly excited by

How had Sean become so important to her in the short space of a few weeks?

I mixed a Jack and Coke, and another, then spent another hour pacing restlessly. Eventually, I went back to my wife's lingerie drawer, grabbed the and dove in reading the "White Wife. Black Lover. White Husband" manual. It was slickly produced, so obviously there was a significant market for this kind of educational material.

I was able to identify several of the techniques Maggie seemed to be using on me.

In one chapter, a wife was advised to praise her husband or to emphasize his insignificance down depending on the situation:

"...As you begin his training, your cuckold is in a delicate emotional state. He may know about (or in some cases already watched) you making love with your boyfriend. Consider what an emotional shock this is to his delicate male ego. It's important that you ease him into acceptance of a new definition of 'normal.' After all, you love him and if you do your homework, you'll move him active sex partner to enthusiastic cheer leader in amazingly short order."

Maggie had scrawled notes in the margins on several pages, sometimes just a simple checkmark, and here she had written, "Might be hard with Jack." Afterwards, she had stricken the comment out, replacing it with a simple checkmark.

The chapter went on to teach various techniques for helping a husband accept and enjoy seeing his wife filled by a superior black man. It explained that a white wife's duty early on should always remember to build up a husband's ego up for his willingness to be open, for his acceptance, and for his unconditional love, while at the same time learning to acknowledge and understand that her black boyfriend's needs always come first. Here Maggie had put a checkmark.

It gave the wife techniques to help hubby to redirect his sexual energy, and to make him eager to push you into your boyfriend's arms as his ticket to sexual satisfaction in this new relationship. To accomplish this, it said that although it might seem cruel at first, she would need to push him onto the sexual sideline. Finally, it explained that the goal is a husband who begs you to fuck her black lover, and receives his own gratification through you. Maggie added her own comment, saying "Yes, finally."

In another chapter, the one titled, "Black-bred, The Happiest Time." advised:

"One of the greatest gifts you can give your black lover is to bear his beautiful black babies. When you make the decision to let him impregnate you, you may find that every orgasm will be more intense than the last (we know, having done this a collective five times.) You may even want to make a ceremony out of the decision. We found that surrendering your birth control to you man while your hubby watches creates an incredible sexual high for everyone involved. One of the authors remembers actually squirting for the first time in her life.

In any case, this is a pretty big deal, and you should give it much thought. Once it's done, it's not easily undone, and it is a lifetime commitment that will mark you as a black man's woman for life. Which may be exactly the statement you want to make. Also, don't be surprised if your boyfriend starts putting on pressure to share you with his friends. It's a natural part of being bred by a black man, and you should (and WILL) enjoy it. Hugely. Repeatedly. Trust us."

At the head of this chapter, Maggie had written, "No way!", then scratched it out, then later in another pen color written, "Maybe."

I read through the night, and not getting a call from Maggie, fell asleep. A reader may well think that, having read the wive's 'playbook', I would now be so well-informed that I would be able to fight against what was happening. I would remind readers that just because you have watched the Dallas Cowboys doesn't mean you can compete with them. Other guys who have become cuckolds or are going through this now will confirm what I am saying.


Some things were suddenly becoming painfully clear to me. One of which was that Maggie and Sean were not strangers and that meeting them a few weeks ago was no accident. Another was that Maggie and Sean had been planning to transform the dynamics of our relationship, perhaps for more than the few weeks that I had assumed Sean had been in our life. Finally, there was the issue of Debbie and what I should do about her open invitation to become a bigger part of her life.

Against that was the fact that I am flat out in love with Maggie, and have always been enchanted by her, and would do anything not to lose her. More than anyone or anything else she is my reason for living. I hope those of you going forward with reading these entries from my journal to understand this simple fact.
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

HELPING OUR FRIEND

PART1



In the fifth grade I sat next to Tim in the back row. We became friends and stayed friends all through college. He was quiet and often invisible during our lives, until college. In college he found some confidence and actually became a popular guy in our small social circle. I believed his confidence was based in Sarah. They met and bonded during their first year at college together. When I met Amy we were in our third years and luckily the four of us got along well during college. Amy and Sarah didn't look at all alike. Amy loved wearing her dark brown hair long and often in a ponytail. Her skin was always tanned and looked like she had just applied lotion. Amy moved like she had spent her entire youth studying dance. Her green eyes captivated me from the day I met her. Amy was about five foot six and Sarah about five foot one.

After graduation Sarah and Tim moved to Baltimore while Amy and I moved to Denver. Our friendship remained, but was limited to phone calls and emails mostly with one summer trip somewhere each year.

Sarah was a pretty, petite blond with a gymnast's body and stunning pixy looks. Tim looked like if he wore big plaid shirts he would be the poster boy for lumberjacks everywhere. He was about six foot tall with short curly chestnut colored hair. Most of the time Tim was quiet and Sarah the life of the party type, but somehow they seemed to fit.

After graduation and our moves, Amy and I noticed that things weren't as rosy between Tim and Sarah as they had been. It started with little things we saw in their emails, sniping about things they said or did. Tim's remarks were in the form of being hurt by things Sarah said or did. Sarah wrote about Tim in the form of complaints.

In the summer three years after graduation we met in Yellowstone for a week. We saw all the sights, attended a rodeo, a county fair and took lots of pictures. We drove to Salt Lake City to catch planes for home. On a lunch break when Tim went to the bathroom Sarah confided in me that as soon as they were home she was divorcing Tim. She wouldn't go into any details, just saying that she just couldn't live with Tim anymore.

I got the news from Tim three days later in an email. He wrote that the divorce was a shock and that Sarah was unwilling to get counseling or even tell Tim why she wanted the divorce. He hinted that he thought she was seeing someone on the side.

The emails from Sarah stopped. The emails from Tim sounded like his life had turned to shit. He described his new apartment as a cracker box in a poorer part of town and that because he was divorced the promotions were not coming his way at work. He said it was a family business and they just didn't much like divorced men. In our phone calls he sounded like death warmed over.

For months we had been reading and hearing about the slumping job market. One day I got a call from Tim telling me that he was looking for work. He had been released from his job and had landed a job interview in Denver. I talked with Amy and we decided to invite him to stay with us while he was here for the interview.

I had a great job with a high-tech start-up and Amy was a recruiter for a big Denver law firm. We both made good money and Amy loved that about eighty percent of her job could be done from home. She had a home office overlooking the Rockies. Given our successes it was hard to identify with Tim's plight.

When he arrived he tried to look up beat... and failed. He told us of some minor successes he had in the last three months but that he had not been offered a good job.

When he and I were alone he confided that he was starting to believe there were no jobs and there were no women either. He let me know that the drought was in both the job market and the relationship field as well. He said he had been out only twice since Sarah left him. I heard deep hurt in his voice letting me know he was going more and more into depression.

Amy and I talked often about our friend Tim, discussing his depression and his need for a good job. He had arrived in town four days before the interview. Amy cooked great meals while he was with us and told me she was doing it to boost his spirits. She bought him a new dress shirt and tie to wear to the interview, also to boost his dragging spirits.

The night before his interview at Rocky Mountain University College Amy and I were talking, as we got ready for bed. Tim had been staying in our guest room; a cozy, warm room down in our basement. I shared with her what he had said to me that day. "I'm starting to believe that if Rocky Mountain University doesn't work out, I'll work the rest of my life at Best Buy. I hear they're hiring."

"That bitch!" Amy said, "If Sarah had hung in there with him until he got his feet on the ground, he'd be Ok today!"

"I don't think Sarah gets all the blame. Maybe if he was a bit more positive, less hangdog. Sarah had the impact she did because she was his first and only."

"What do you mean?" Amy asked. "Didn't Tim have other girl-friends before Sarah?"

"I mean that he didn't date in high college and when we got to college he asked one girl out. Sarah. She said yes and he was done. I don't think he ever dated anyone but her. Sarah's probably the only woman he's ever slept with."

"Oh my God! What a distorted view of women he must have!"

"He's known other women. I know he thinks the world of you. He is a smart guy, just emotionally crippled because he wasn't ever very social except with the four of us. In my humble opinion, if Tim is ever going to break free of Sarah he needs to find out that other women find him desirable. Then he could get on with his life."

"He's caught! If he doesn't come out of his shell, women will avoid him and any woman who might come close probably has so many problems she'll drag him down." Amy said, thinking over his dilemma.

"Too bad there isn't something we can do to help him." I said. "Do we have a friend who would seduce him, convince him that there is life after Sarah? That would be a hell of a friend."

Sarah looked at me like I had just discovered electricity. After a few seconds of silence Amy looked at me and asked, "You want me to seduce him?" Her face made it a question. Her eyes made it a challenge. Her tone was part rebuke, part offer, and part observation.

I answered, "Hell no! He'd fixate on you like he did on Sarah. That wouldn't help him and it certainly wouldn't do our marriage any favors. He needs someone new, not you."

"Well, if his interview goes well tomorrow, maybe we can introduce him to someone new."

We finished getting ready for bed and got in our bed. Amy shared a few kisses with me and we went to sleep. In the morning she made breakfast for the three of us and I left for work. Tim's appointment was scheduled for eleven o'clock.

At a little before ten I called Amy, hoping to talk to Tim before he left. Amy answered professionally and told me I had just missed Tim. He had taken her car and was on his way to the University. I told Amy about three single women I knew at work who I thought might be matches for Tim. She didn't get excited about any of them. Our other phone rang and she had to take the call.

That afternoon when I got home Amy's car was parked in the garage. I went inside hoping to see Tim happy and excited. He wasn't. He told me the interview went well and he had been told they had four more people to interview before deciding anything about hiring or scheduling a second interview. He said they promised to get back to him by the end of the week.

I went upstairs to change into casual clothes and noticed the shower had been used and I noticed a wet towel hanging. I asked myself why would Amy take a shower in the middle of the day? The answer was obvious... she got dirty or sweaty.

For the next three days, while I was at work, Tim did some things around the house that had been on my Honey-Do list. Every day when I got home there was a wet towel in our bathroom and the shower had been used. Also, every day Amy got me alone and told me how depressed Tim was.

On Thursday he got a call from the university. They wanted him to come in for a second interview the very next day. From what he said they had narrowed the field to two possible people for the opening, Tim and a guy from Arizona.

I took the three of us out for dinner that night and all three of us seemed to have a good time. As we left the restaurant I held Amy's hand and by the time we were in the car Tim was once again depressed. When we got home he said he was tired and went down into the basement.

Amy and I went upstairs. She said when we held hands it focused him on not having anyone in his life, at least no one intimate.

"I can say I feel for him, but I don't want to stop being affectionate with you just because he's feeling alone." I said. "Part of me sees Tim as like a brother. I want us to help him. Part of me has hoped he'd grow up for years. He's just so needy! That neediness probably is what pushed Sarah away."

"So, how do we help him? We didn't find anyone we know who is single and can help him. I believe he needs some success in the bedroom to boost him enough to do well tomorrow." Amy said.

"You have an idea?" I asked.

"You thought about having me seduce him." She said. My idea was that someone else seduce him, not Amy.

"I don't like the idea. We're married. Part of being married is the whole thing about fidelity. If you have sex with him, there will be consequences! Part of me is afraid to have you seduce him! Hell, what if he's a better lover than me, has a bigger cock, or something?"

"It wouldn't be like that! I love you! I like Tim, but I don't love him and anything I might do with him wouldn't be love, just sex."

I'd never heard Amy talk about being able to differentiate between love and sex. I needed to know I wasn't opening the gate for a return of Free Love from the Sixties or opening up to an open relationship where she had permission to screw anyone anytime.

"And you'd only do it once, right? Just once to get him built up for tomorrow's interview?"

"Yes! A one-time offer, and I won't be staying the night." She got out of bed and put on a nightgown made of spider webs. She left her robe and slippers in our bedroom. What she had on hid nothing. She kissed me quickly and slipped out our door.

She looked back and said, "Relax! I won't be gone too long."

I heard Amy open the door to the basement. I thought, 'She was too anxious to seduce him. She shot out of here like she couldn't wait to get to Tim.'

I sat in bed listening hard and not hearing. I couldn't just sit there! I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of boxers and followed Amy.

Halfway down the stairs into the basement I heard Amy, "Enough already. We're tired of you lying to yourself. Sarah convinced you that you're worthless. It's a lie. Sarah had lots of power in your life years ago and you're letting her have too much power now."

"But, she loved me and then just threw me away! Now my whole life is shit!"

"You aren't ugly. You're good looking and smart. Any woman would be lucky to have you."

"Yeah? Where are they?"

"Women look for confidence. You let Sarah walk out and take all yours with her. I remember when we first met you had confidence. I was attracted!"

"You?"

"If I wasn't attracted to you would I be standing here dressed like this, now?"

They both laughed, barely. I noticed Tim's face. Tim looked happy for the first time in years.

Amy said, "I want to make love to you." As soon as she said the words I knew I couldn't stop the action. If I interrupted now Tim would have his bubble burst and bomb his interview in the morning, maybe every interview forever. But, something wasn't right.

Amy bent down and took his hands in hers, lifting him to stand and placing his hands on her breasts. He pulled his hands back and said, "Amy, I can't. You and Jack are my dearest friends in the world. I can't do it to Jack and I can't do it to you."

My hopes soared. I wanted them to stop. Not me to stop them and not for them to do it and Tim was going to stop them!

"I want you..." Amy said, putting his hands back on her breasts.

"No. We..."

"Shhh, don't say another word." My wife interrupted him with a finger across his lips. She leaned to him, replacing the finger with her lips, kissing him softly.

"Close your eyes, Tim. Pretend it's a dream." She spoke as she dropped to her knees. For the tiniest moment I thought he was going to stop her, but he didn't. Amy massaged his quads and then pressured his legs wider apart. Her hands moved up and into his boxers and Tim moaned. Suddenly the end of his shaft poked out the opening of his boxers.

I was shocked! Last time I'd seen his penis we were getting dressed after swimming in the river as teens and I wasn't impressed. What I saw sticking out of his shorts was impressive! Her mouth took the head inside and he groaned again.

She released him, pulled his boxers down and his huge cock jumped up, hitting her in the mouth. She finished getting him naked while sucking the first three or four inches of his rod. Tim's eyes stayed closed, his hands held her head. After about a minute Amy stood and dropped the thin nightgown on the floor.

She kissed Tim's mouth and they began the exploration and probing of two people about to fuck. I struggled to not make noise, not interrupt, and not die. My thoughts went to asking, 'Why did I say yes?', 'What will life be like in the morning?', 'Will she come back to me tonight?'

When Amy relaxed herself onto his bed he slowly followed her down. Amy on her back, legs slowly spreading and Tim kissing her mouth as he followed her down. As she landed she said, "Go slowly. Jack's not that big."

He went slowly. I saw the head part her lips and slowly sink into her. She moaned, lifted her legs and held onto his arms. When he was all the way inside Amy said, "I've never been so full! Oh Tim! Do me."

He stroked out and back in, slowly and as deeply as he could. Amy made all the noises a woman can make that tell a man everything he's doing is perfect. She kept looking at his shaft going in and out of her pussy. My pussy... maybe.

She began lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. She said, "I thought it was beautiful when I saw it. It's more beautiful inside me! Do me harder, Tim! Please!"

He did. Harder, faster, and she squealed in delight. He rolled her on her side and did her there. She rolled onto her knees and he stayed inside her from behind. She said, "I'm cumming... again!" and she shuddered.

A few minutes later and she came again. He stood her beside the bed and lifted her leg, sliding into her cunt. I could see it as if they were positioned just for me to watch. He slammed into her and I saw her fluids drip from her cunt. When she shuddered again he stiffened and said, "Oh Yeah!"

She quickly pulled off him, turned him and he sat on the bed. Amy, my wife, knelt and swallowed most of his softening cock. She used her mouth and her hands on him and soon he was hard again and able to resume fucking. Amy climbed on him and buried his shaft up inside her. The sounds were wet and almost like a butter churn sound. Tim reached up and squeezed her tits hard! She said, "Oh God! Yes! Tim!"

Tim filled her again and she came for him twice more before they collapsed on the bed.

Somehow I was able to slink away, back upstairs to our bed. Ten minutes later she came in, went into the shower and did everything but sing. Her shower lasted a good long time, and then she came to bed in a t-shirt and panties. She got into bed and I said, "Well?"

"I love you. I think he feels good and he'll do fine in the interview." She kissed me a quick kiss that smelled and tasted like toothpaste and she at least acted like she went to sleep. I thought about what I'd seen and what she just said. Was she a great actress for me... or for Tim?

The alarm woke me so I must have been asleep. I got up. Amy got up and made breakfast for the three of us. I got a kiss good-bye. I left at seven-thirty. Tim didn't need to be at the university until eleven.

A little after ten I called. Amy answered professionally. I said, "Reassure me."

"Jack, I don't love Tim. I love you."

"What happened last night won't ever happen again?" I asked.

"No."

"I don't ever want you to... ever again."

"I won't. Relax!" The tone of her voice almost made me believe her.

"Ok." We talked about other things and I went back to work, almost feeling better. I got actual work done, handled two difficult problems and had a productive meeting with my boss. Something deep in my mind, some insecurity prompted me to call the university. Tim had said he was interviewing for a position in the sociology department. I got the call transferred to that department and spoke to the department secretary.

"I'm calling to check on the interviews being held today for the associate professor position in your department."

"I'm afraid you must have the wrong department. We have no openings and therefore no interviews." The department secretary said. I questioned further and found out that all interviews were held in July and December when there were openings. I thanked her for her help and hung up. It was early November.

All my thoughts of taking the three of us out for dinner to celebrate a good interview went out the window. Thoughts of the acting job they had both done to get me to agree that they could fuck had me want to nominate them for Academy Awards and to kill them. Tim had come to my home to fuck my wife! Amy wanted him to fuck her and had tricked me into agreeing to a one-time fuck.

One time? I believed it had been daily. Every day while I was at work they were fucking and then showering before I came home. I needed to catch them in the act!

I spoke to my boss and took the rest of the day off. I drove home and parked three houses away from our house. As quietly as possible I let myself into the house through the back door.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

HELPING OUR FRIEND

last part


I opened the back door and heard Amy's voice, "Harder!"

I knew what that meant. They were fucking! After she promised! I climbed the stairs to our bedroom and saw them. The bedroom door was wide open and Amy was on her knees facing away from the door with Tim holding her hips and slamming his cock into her. Tim was not wearing a condom! I could see his bare cock every time he pulled back. Every thrust was punctuated with the slapping sounds of two people who had been at it a while. I saw sweat on both of them.

"That's what I've wanted! I'm cumming again!" Her body shook in orgasm.

"I'm cumming again, too!" Tim panted as he slammed in one last time, shooting millions of sperm into her.

They started down from their high. Tim didn't withdraw, but kept stroking slowly as he lost his hardness.

"You are amazing!" Amy said. "I think I came five... Oh Shit! Jack!" She said as she turned to look back at Tim and saw me in the doorway. Tim jerked his shrinking cock out of Amy and I saw a white gob of cum follow his cock out of her ass, just before she covered herself with a sheet.

Tim was looking for his clothes, cum dripping from his cock on our bedroom floor. Amy cried, then looked up at me and said, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry! It wasn't supposed to happen."

"How was it supposed to happen? You were going to be all showered and back acting like Amy, my wife, when I got home? Then you and Tim could fuck every day while I worked? How was it supposed to happen, Amy?"

"No! It wasn't like that!"

"You were fucking my best friend behind my back and in our bed! Didn't you get enough last night?"

"I didn't plan this!" Amy yelled.

"Right! You brought him up here to show him the curtains and ended up naked with him stuck in your cunt and your ass for five orgasms... by accident!"

"Please, let me explain," Amy cried out. "Tim did so well they scheduled a follow-up interview. We popped a bottle of champagne to celebrate and before we knew it things were getting..."

Tim said, "Amy said it was Ok with you."

Amy went on, "I knew it was wrong Jack, but he was so happy and last night worked so well... I didn't want to turn him down now and hurt his confidence. Then last night would have meant nothing and... and... I only did it for you."

I smiled. "So his confidence was more important than your promises to me. Last night you promised only once. This morning you reaffirmed the promise. You lied both times." I faced Tim. "Tim, Go pack and get out. I don't care where you go or how you get there. I do care how fast. If you're still in this house in ten minutes, you will be hurt more than you have ever been hurt in your life."

He headed for the doorway. I looked back at Amy. She was pulling her panties up and I noticed she had shaved her snatch! For five years I had asked for her to do that for me and she'd turned me down!

"Now, she's even shaved her cunt for you! She turned me down for five years! Take her with you! She's obviously not my wife anymore. She's your bitch!"

Amy collapsed on the floor. "No! Jack, please. I went a little crazy, that's all. It's you I love, not Tim!"

"Now, you can go a lot crazy! Go anywhere, fuck anytime you want. You are not my wife!"

Tim went down into the basement. I got two suitcases out of Amy's closet and packed them with her stuff. I hadn't mentioned that I knew he didn't have an interview. She cried, begged and pleaded while she sat on the floor wearing only panties. I noticed a hickey on her tit that I didn't give her. When the suitcases were full, I carried the suitcases out to her car and tossed them in the back seat. I found her purse in the kitchen and took her house keys, the keys to my car, all our joint credit cards and the checkbook for our joint account. I tossed her purse on the front seat of her car.

I climbed the stairs and found Tim in our bedroom watching Amy get dressed. I said, "Which part of get out didn't you understand?"

"Jack, we're sorry. We were just celebrating! I got a second interview!"

"Really? Where?" I asked.

"At the university."

"I called the university. All their interviews are held in July or December! I pointed down the stairs and he went. He knew I knew they had been lying and fucking for a week.

"Amy, your suitcases and your purse are in your car. Take Tim with you! If you aren't out of here in five minutes you'll regret it the rest of both your lives!"

"I already do! Why does it matter if I fucked him once or twice? You said it was Ok last night!" She screamed as she pulled on her shoes.

"Because you promised me once and only once... and then lied to me! The difference is I can never trust anything you say again. You can excuse any lie by saying, "I just had to have his big cock in my ass again! I'm not responsible!"

She dried her tears, stood up and walked down the stairs. I followed. Tim met her at her car, shoved his suitcase in the back seat and got in with her. Her face was covered with tears again. She started her car, looked up at me and mouthed the words, "I'm sorry."

I said, "So am I. Now go!"


Three weeks later one morning my phone rang. The number was from Michigan. I answered and a hostile sounding female voice asked, "Is Tim there?"

"Who's asking?" I asked.

"This is his wife, Sharron."

"I didn't know he was married again. From what he told us he hadn't even dated after Sarah and he split up."

"He dated alright. Dated and tricked me into marrying him. He said he was going out to Colorado looking for a better job. I'll bet that was a lie too." She said.
“Yes you are right”
She told me she had just found out that Tim made one eighteen-year-old pregnant in their old neighborhood before he flew to Denver for the job interview. She wasn't sad after knowing the truth.

That was Christmas week 2002. I went back to work and as they say, life goes on. Life without Amy. Life in a house that is always empty. Life where I don't have a wife to care for and care for me. Life without someone I trust to share my bed and my life. . I do miss the Amy I thought I was married to.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Yoni Trantra With Mom

1ST PART
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My father made suicide jumping in front of a train when I was just 10 years old. After my

father’s death my mother married my uncle who was at least 3 years junior than her. Later I

hard from our relatives, that my father became sexually inactive because of some illness

from after my birth. My Uncle used the situation and seduced my mom. The started having sex

regularly and my father somehow came to know about it. He could not bear the pain and made

suicide.

I always had an interest on my mother's naked body ever since one night I accidentally

found them having sex naked in our bedroom. It was just few months before my father’s

suicide.

Other than those slotty things my mother is normally a traditional Indian woman always

wearing a saree. She is also very religious and goes to temple twice every week and is very

strict in rituals. She is not very well educated either. So she just follows whatever our

elders say as rituals and never asks a question.

After she married my Uncle she seemed very happy. But as days passed by some issue was

bothering her. It’s about my uncle’s wish to see my mother pregnant again. They tried a lot.

But despite all his effort my Uncle was not able to make my mother pregnant. My mother even

went to a “tantrick” (local black magician) but he could not help her.

The story I am going to tell you happened when I finished my degree and going through an

unemployed phase where I used to hang around with my friends the whole day and come back

home only in the evening. Everyday mom and Uncle kept throwing some remarks on my

recklessness which I got used to bye then. Uncle works for a company and every now and then

he goes on tours. That's why my parents insisted I need to get a job in the same city we

live in.

One day Uncle had to go on a trip for three months so he ordered me to stay put at home most

of the time helping my mother. I had no other choice. Since I bound to stay at home I went

to library to grab some books. There I came across some books on tantra. When I was a child

I was told tantra gives people magic and evil magicians always used tantra. Ithought it

would be a great idea to know more about it.

So I grabbed the book and headed home. It was not until I read the first part I realized

tantra has lot to do with sex and sexuality. The chapter that attracted me most is called

'Yoni (Vagina) Tantra'. In this chapter it says one should worship yoni, caress the breasts

and the yoni, and have ritual intercourse with the yoni. It was all exciting for me to read

but my blood ran wild in my body when I read section two of the chapter. In that, god shiva

says to parvati (his consort) that the best of all yonis is mother's yoni. In his words he

says

"The devotee should worship the mother's yoni and have intercourse with all yonis." The

immediate question that sprang in my head is 'Does that mean even with mother's yoni?!!'

He continues "He may have intercourse with any woman between the ages of twelve and sixty".

My mother is 41. So she falls between the ages Lord Shiva suggested. Then the rest of the

section describes the procedure of performing tantra.

Then in section Five, it was again stated about mother's yoni and its preparation. It

states:

"If one should do puja of a mother's yoni, one should prepare it. After worshipping

according to rule, one should not have intercourse." This statement is a bit controversial

with statement in section Two but it does not clearly state if one should not have

intercourse with mother's yoni or no intercourse at all during the ritual. In the same

paragraph, it also continues saying "One should only couple with the yoni that bleeds or

menstruates."

Since the script does not say clearly that we should not have intercourse with mother's yoni

but clearly says 'one should have intercourse with all yonis between the ages 12 and sixty

and one should have intercourse with the yonis that bleed,' I can interpret as we can have

intercourse with mother's yoni. Since my mother is between the ages suggested and she still

menstruates, one can have intercourse with her.

I was very excited! I decided I will try this with my mother.

That afternoon after we had lunch and my mother is free, I brought up the topic. I told her

about it, showed her the book and we discussed some topics in it.

I also told her about yoni tantra and firstly showed her the interesting bits for her such

as "the woman who gets her yoni worshipped becomes a godess herself" and "A great yoni will

attain enlightenment and special power."
“with that special power any one can help others to have children’s and cure any illness” I

carefully added.

Once I got her attention, I proposed her that she should consider doing yoni tantra with her

yoni. She showed mixed feelings which included some blush and some rejection but she told me

she will have to read the chapter before she says anything. I let her have the book and went

out to see my friends.

I returned home in the evening at dinner time. During dinner, I brought up the topic and she

said she read it and she might be interested. She said she will accept it not morally but

because lord Shiva and Parvathi themselves have stated about the ritual. She also said she

will perform the ritual because she will become shakti (the goddess) herself. After becoming

the goddess she can fulfill her wish. She also told me that we can perform the ritual the

following evening as it was a full moon day.

I was so excited that it seemed the time was running slow. I jerked off thinking about the

ritual and my mother's beautiful vagina and breasts. In the morning mom spent her whole day

performing different poojas. She went to the temple, and in the afternoon she arranged

everything for the pooja.

After the sunset, we had our dinner and mother went into the worship room that she will get

ready for puja. She adored me for the pooja and told me to enter the puja room naked. So I

removed my lungi and waiting for my mom's ok to enter the room. As I got an ok, I opened the

door and my jaw just about fell on the ground. There is my mother standing naked. Her body

is shining with the lowlight emitting from the candle around the room. I could only see her

body contours and some hints of her nipples and her pussy hair from the candle light.

In front of her she put the yantra and then she told me to start the pooja. After performing

initial puja, she sat on the yantra spreading her legs and opening her vagina for worship. I

was in a confusing situation caught between sex and devotion as at the same time I am being

introduced to my mother's forbidden areas that I have never seen before and being instructed

to worship them on the other hand.

I became a robot caught between two emotions, doing everything ritualistically. So without

enjoying much of my mother's nakedness and sexual performance with her, I caressed her

breasts, caressed her cunt, tasted her sexual juices and finger-fucked her for the juices.

Then she told me to put my erect penis on her hand. Then she performed linga (penis) puja

and I performed yoni puja on her vagina. She smeared red powder and sandal on my linga(cock)

and she told me to insert it into her yoni.

I was shivering at this opportunity as I took my dick and inserted into my mother's vagina.

The feeling of it was great as I could feel the spasm of passion in my body but before I

could recover she ordered me to have a vigorous intercourse as I fucked her hard like a dog.

After few minutes, I spurted my first load of cum into my mother's pussy.

Once I finished filling her, she told me to get off of her and collected our combination of

the juices from her pussy. She then mixed it with wine and told me to drink it.

Once we finished the ritual mom told me to go out while she dressed. I went out exhausted

still trying to live through my first fucking experience with my mother. Mother put on her

saree and walked out of the pooja room as if nothing happened inside. She never showed any

sign of emotion.

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After that she said she will allow me to worship her vagina everyday which I did. I didn't


get to fuck her everyday but got to fuck her when she performed the same pooja once a week.

The second week was also bit strange for me to consider my intercourse with my mother

pleasurable but third week I got used to taking pleasure from it. Mother though, never

changed. She still showed no pleasure related emotions nor she orgasmed anytime.

Before Uncle returned from his 3 month trip, I fucked mother more than ten times. Mom never

looked like she will stop the ritual but instead she proposed my Uncle to take my place. I

was disappointed a lot.

That night I had a strange dream. There was this strange figure appeared in my dream. I was

excited and at the same time worried about his presence. He said to me smiling "Son! You

have finished participating in Yoni Tantra for 12 times now! You have acquired the power you

wanted."

I was surprised. I don't recall asking for any power. My only aspiration of performing

tantra with my mother is to copulate with her. So I asked "I do not know who you are! And I

do not recall asking for any power! What will I get?"

He said "I am mara!(The dead) Your deeds have contributed to your needs! Since you did

tantra with sexual thoughts, you will have power to control others for your sexual needs!

All you have to do is call my name!"

I was excited! I thought of my prospective victims but only mother sprang to my nrain. So I

asked him "Even on my mother?" The figure told me "Yes! But it will work only twelve times

on a single person" Saying this he disappeared.

I woke out of my sleep. I was very puzzled and thought it is just a dream. I looked at the

clock and its 6.17am. Since it’s already morning I just laid on the bed thinking about the

dream for another 20 minutes and then went to the bathroom. Mother is in the kitchen

probably making breakfast.

I finished my shower and went to the lounge. The tv is on and they are showing some prayer

programs. Mom is still in the kitchen. I sat on the couch still thinking about the dream and

wondering what if the power is true.

Immediately my brain started thinking about all possibilities. Especially with my mother! As

a thought I just wondered if my mother would come from the kitchen, stand in front of me,

takeoff her pallu (loose end of the saree) and show me her blouse covered breasts. I then

called Mara (The dead) and told him. As soon as I finished my thought, my mother came out of

the kitchen, stood before me and took off her pallu to show me her blouse covered breasts

with a invited look on her face.

I was excited. I could not believe it! My dick sprang up at the scene of my mother's lustful

blouse covered breasts. As I got up to hold her, I said "Thanks Mara!". Mom immediately

behaved as if she came out of trance and looked at her position, quickly put back her pallu

over her chest saying "What the hell?", looked at me and then walked away to towards the

kitchen saying "How did I come here?"

I replied her "you just walked here mom!" Mom went into the kitchen murmuring that she has

lot to do.

I was puzzled how the trance must have broken off? Is it my gesture? I thought about it for

sometime and then I thought it must be Mara's name. I wanted to give it a try again. This

time I walked to mother, and kissed her on the neck calling Mara. Mother moaned a bit as I

turned her around and kissed her on the lips. She just stood there taking everything. Then I

said 'Mara'. She immediately got out of trance looked at me and chided "What are you doing

here? Go back to the lounge; I have to do so many things before your Uncle arrives. Now go!"
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I said nothing and was busy hiding my erection and slowly walked away! It was definitely

Mara's name that broke the trance. I could wait no more. I went to my mother in the kitchen

and chanted 3 times. I then whispered to my mother caressing her sexy hips saying "come to

your bed mother". As I walked my mother followed me without a word. I locked all the doors,

and walked to my parents room as mother followed.

As soon as we reached the room, I grabbed mother and gave her a kiss on her mouth. Then I

penetrated her mouth with my tongue. Mother was moaning but did nothing. After the kiss I

grabbed her pallu and pulled the saree off her breasts. I put my hand on her saree covered

mound to loosen her tangles in the front. I caressed her mound before taking off the tangle

and relieving her off her saree. Mother is conscious in every way and she appeared as if she

is enjoying it. May be the inner feelings are shown when in trance.

By now I have untangled her petticoat which fell on the floor. By now mother is naked down

her bust with only her blouse covering her breasts.

I took mother to the bed and laid her on her back. She anticipated the future I think, she

spread her legs to give me access to her womanhood.

I quickly got rid of my sarong and t-shirt to place myself between my mother lovely naked

thighs. Mother closed her eyes and started moaning as I inserted my index finger into her

vagina. That was the first time I touched her vagina outside our tantric ritual.

After finger-fucking her for a while, I moved up to open her blouse to reveal her motherly

tits. I enjoyed the sight of them in full daylight as I never got to watch them in daylight.

I played with her breasts and sucked them and caressed them. After a while, I thought its

time to fulfill my sexual needs of my dick.

I took my dick in my right hand and guided it into my mother's cunt. I thrust myself deep

into her and began fucking her in slow motion. I always fucked her vigorously while we

performed tantra so I took my time this time.

It took few minutes between my mother's lustful moans before I finished filling her with my

cum.

This time there was no hurry. I collapsed on my mom after the fuck and left my dick in her

pussy until it retracted itself and separated from her vagina. Her pussy was filled with my

cum and I had fun watching mom's cunt oozing my semen along with her juices.

I slept with her for an hour or so. Then I cleaned my clothes from the room and took her out

of trance closing the door.

Few minutes later mother walked out of her room. When I went to the kitchen to see her she

had this puzzled look. "Are you alright mom?" I asked.

"I am alright son" mother replied. "It’s just that I could not figure out how I went to my

room and slept....I must be tired"

"Yeah! mom! You are working so hard! You should take rest!" I added.

"I will! After I finished cooking!" mom replied.

I helped mother to finish her work quickly. She then went to her room to get some rest. So I

had another opportunity to fuck her. So after few minutes, I went to her room, tranced her,

opened her blouse, lifted her saree and petticoat and fucked her.

After I finished filling her cunt, I de-trance her, put back my clothes and went to my

friend's.

In the evening I could still see her puzzled looks but she said everything is alright. I

guessed she is puzzled to find her state before she went to sleep and after she woke up.

She wakeup naked and this time she woke up with open blouse. I do not know if she discovered

my cum in her cunt.

In any case, she felt better after Uncle arrived in the evening. He told us about his trip

and after a while we had our dinner. After the dinner we watched tv for sometime and then

went to bed.

I could not sleep as by now I got used to mother's pussy and wanted for more. After one hour

we went to bed, I went to my parent’s room. The door is ajar and inside both mother and

step-father are fast asleep. I slowly went to mother and whispered the chant 3 times. After

the chant I whispered in her ear to come to my room.

As I walked out of the room as my mother followed me. As soon as we reached the room, I

lifted my mother's night gown up through her head to get her completely naked. Then I took

her to the bed, laid her on her back and started sucking her breasts and caressing her

mound. After a while, I inserted my dick into her sweet twat and started fucking her.

While I stroked her pussy three or four times, I heard some sound at the door and was

dumbfound. There was my Uncle opening and door to see me fucking mother naked on my bed. I

could feel his facial expression changing as he might have seen me humping onto my mother

pussy where he only has the right to penetrate.

I could not know what to do but before my Uncle could come inside, I chanted 3 times and it

worked on Uncle. He stood there watching us but said nothing.

I told him "Come here Uncle!" as he walked towards me and looking at me. At that moment I

knew he is in trance.

So I resumed fucking my mother's cunt with my Uncle watching. It was a great feeling to see

my mother moaning on every hump I am thrusting my thick cock into her womb and my Uncle

watching me fuck my mother. My Uncle stood there expressionless as I kept pounding his

wife's cunt. Finally I finished fucking her and squirted my semen into her for another time.

Uncle was still waiting by the side of the bed while I collapsed on my mother. I then told

Uncle to come and suck my mom’s pussy and clean her. He cleaned her pussy drinking our mixed

juices. I then instructed him go back to his room and sleep. He walked away from us to his

room.

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I did not wanted to leave my mother after the session. So I got off her, told her to remove


her clothes and sleep on my bed as I cuddled with her naked and dozed off.

Next morning, I woke up with my lovely mother sleeping naked beside me. I woke her up to get

her oven ready for my breakfast which she did readily as I fucked her and filled her again.

After I finished our breakfast fuck, I then told her to go to her room and sleep with Uncle.

After my mother is gone, I sneaked up to their room and chanted once so that the trance is

broke for them both. One thing my mother did not do before going back to her room is she did

not take her clothes with her. I smiled wickedly thinking what would she feel after she gets

up and did not find her clothes in her room. I hid her gown in my room and went to the

bathroom.

Mom and Uncle emerged from their room after an hour and both seemed puzzled. Mother was

wearing a different gown. After a while they became normal. Mother cooked some breakfast as

we all ate together. After we ate the breakfast Uncle went to bathroom as I had some time

alone with my mother. I wanted to use the chant again but was worried I will run out of

them. So I thought I have to get my mother sleep with me regularly before I run out of my

chances.

The only way I could do that is by letting her know that I am fucking her on the bed already

and she is already sleeping with me. To make her realize, I thought I have to collect more

of her dresses when she comes to sleep with me in the night. So for the next five nights, I

tranced her, stripped her, fucked her, slept with her the whole night and left her untranced

and naked in her room in the morning. All these days I have been using the chant on Uncle

too.

A week has passed ever since I got my power and Mom and Uncle grew more puzzled day by day

but did not tell me about it. I knew their reason as a couple of times mom has asked me if I

have seen her dresses and I said no! It was Saturday that day. We all had dinner that

evening and mom and Uncle went to sleep as I kept watching late night shows on tv. I heard

mom locking their bedroom door. I thought probably they grew suspicious that mom is leaving

her garments outside their bedroom. I was dejected that I won't get to sleep with mom and

fuck her during the night.

But half hour later, the door bolt was opened and Uncle went to the bathroom. After few

minutes Uncle came out of the bathroom and went back to his room. A few more minutes later,

mom emerged from their bed room and went to bathroom. It was then I realized they had sex.

My dick immediately sprang up thinking my Uncle and me using the same pussy to empty our

semen. Mom has unknowingly become the whore of this house.

Few minutes later mom came out of the bathroom and went back to her room but I did not hear

any bolting sound. I spent another 2 hours looking at the tv and thinking about mom's sweet

cunt and breasts. I decided it time to let her know that both men in this house are fucking

her and she is her own son's girlfriend.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Yoni Trantra With Mom

2ND PART
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I switched off the tv and went to my parents room. I tranced them both and told Uncle to keep sleeping and mom to come to my room.

Mom followed me as we entered my room. I bolted the door and told mom to take off her clothes. She was wearing a saree so she took some time to get them off. She was even wearing a panty and bra. Probably to lessen her embarrassment in the morning I guess! After she got off the clothes, I told her to lie on the bed and resumed my fuck session. I pounded her cunt twice in an hour and went to sleep exhausted as it was around 2am already.

I woke up at 6am to find my naked mother innocently sleeping naked beside me. I then moved upon her to insert my morning hard cock into her vagina for another load of filling. Once finished, I took off her trance and watched her movements. She kept sleeping for another half hour. Then suddenly I heard her scream "Ramesh!" I woke up and turned at her as she suddenly tried to sit on the bed and went back to sleeping position saying "Oh! my god!" realizing she is naked under the blanket and trying to cover her nakedness from me.
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"What the hell are you doing here beside me and why am I naked?" Mom screamed at me with a very serious look on her face.

"Why do you think two people sleep naked on bed mom?" I said throwing away the blanket on me.

Mom immediately looked at my dick and said "Oh!...Oh my god!" and turned her face away.

She then said seriously "What have you done, I am your mother you asshole!"

"Now you are my woman too mom!" I said boldly.

Before she could say "Shut up you bastard!" I continued "See my dick is still wet with our juices.

With that mom startled. Still not looking at me, she laid her left hand on her mound under the blanket and took out the hand, smelled and said "Oh! my god! You did it?!!! Oh..." she couldn't believe it.

"Oh my god!" she continued "You bastard! I am your own mother for god sake!"

I said nothing.

Mom lost her composure for a while and pretty much on the verge of crying. "Where are my clothes you bastard? I should get back to your Uncle! Otherwise he will kill me!"

I said "Don't worry mom Uncle will not getup until I tell him to! He is sleeping in your room! no one will know that you slept with me."

By now mom didn't mind showing her naked body to me. She got up and quickly turned away from me and picked up her petticoat to cover her waist. Then she put on her blouse and hooked the ends together. I watched her dressing up and it was an excellent scene. I never thought mom would dress before me...that too in my bedroom and when I am naked.

She then turned towards me, looked at me furiously and said "I don’t know how I got her but this is the last time you bastard!' She just bent on the floor to pickup her saree, panty and bra.

I enjoyed her scene of breasts and cleavage in her blouse and at that instant she looked like a whore in petticoat and blouse picking up her clothes after 'business'.

As she walked to the door to unbolt it, I said "Mom! Wait! probably you need these too" I bent under the bed and pulled out all her clothes she left previously.

She looked at them and said "My clothes! How did they come here?" She paused a bit and said "Oh! my god!" and closed her mouth with her left hand.

She pretty much collapsed at the door. She just sat at the door sliding along it.

After a while she said "You bastard! You fucked me all these days! And I don't know?"

I just threw the clothes before her and said "Count them mom! Count the dresses and multiply them by 3. Those many times your pussy has accommodated my dick."

Mom pretty much is in the state of crying. She cursed "You bastard! Why? What have I done to deserve this?"

I said "I love you mom! I love you madly and I hate Uncle. It’s him who seduced you and it’s him who actually forced my father to suicide"

She screamed "Shut up! You don’t know anything about it. Is this the way you treat your loved ones? Betraying them? banging them?"

Before I answered to her, she continued "You will rot in hell for this!" gathering her clothes. She then opened the door and rushed out of my room to her room where Uncle is sleeping. I felt a bit bad for my mother. So I refrained from harassing her the whole day. Mother did not speak to me the whole day. Uncle was never mad at me that day so I figured she did not tell him. That night we all slept normally and mom locked their bedroom the whole night.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Yoni Trantra With Mom

LAST PART
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The next day was Monday. But Uncle stayed home as he extended his leave for that day. A night's break without my mother's cunt has made me more horny towards my hot mother. Since my spell-limit on her is running out I need to get her to accept me as her lover too. Since she hates me fucking her sexually, the only way I could get her is to get her exhausted on the feeling that she cannot stop me fucking her cunt. The only way to exhaust her is by making her realize every time I fuck her.

So when both my Uncle and mom were in the lounge, I put them in trance. Then I told Uncle to watch me fuck mom and then I told mom to remove her clothes. As mom removed her clothes, I told her to follow me to their bedroom, took off my clothes and took her out of trance.

Mom realized immediately on what was happening and moved away from me saying "No!".
I said “don’t worry mom Uncle can’t do anything if we fuck each other and have fun. No one will know about it. We can enjoy whenever we want.
But she turned towards the door and ran out of the bedroom. I knew this would happen as I ran behind her and followed her to the lounge. Mom stood behind Uncle and started to plead to him "He is banging me!"

Uncle, as he was in trance, just stood there.

I told mom "see mom! Uncle cannot save you. Don’t worry about him at all. Come to me and let’s enjoy. Even your husband wants to see me fuck you!"

"No! you bastard!" mom cursed and started running into kitchen.

I then told Uncle to catch her as Uncle quickly moved to catch her hand before she went into the kitchen and dragged her to me. I then caught hold of mom's hair as she winched and said "You better give up and accept me to be your lover mom!....Otherwise you will have to face this more!"

Then I told Uncle to hold her firmly and twist her hands towards her back as he did. I held mom's hips and pulled her towards me and then parted her legs and placed myself between her legs. I then held her buttocks and lifted her up and guided my dick into her vagina. Mom started crying by now as I started fucking her with all my force. Uncle held onto her upper body helping me to pound my mother's pussy. It didn't take long to squirt my cum into her pussy again. Once I finished I let go mom's hips as she fell on the floor. I could see her still crying on being ravished and Uncle is still holding her arms. I told Uncle to let go as he did. It was then I felt very bad! I could not see mother crying on the floor naked and Uncle just watching being under trance. I left the scene and went to my room.

Mother went back to her room after a while. I broke Uncle's trance. Uncle went to their room as I left the house to see my friends. Few hours later when I came back Uncle was in the lounge watching TV and mother was in the kitchen. I was afraid that mother might have told her ordeal and wondered how Uncle would react. I walked in cautiously and stayed calm. Uncle acted normally and we discussed worldly things. We had our dinner that evening and went to bed. I had thoughts about mother's beautiful body and her hot cunt but refrained from approaching her.
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Next day morning, mom and Uncle were awake early and Uncle went to work around 7am. I got up around that time and went to bathroom for my chores after saying bye to Uncle. By the time I came out from the bathroom, mom is in the kitchen. I could see my breakfast placed on the table. I ate the breakfast and went to the kitchen to put my plate in the sink. Mom is sorting the rice. I looked at her but she didn't look at me.

I placed the plate and said "Sorry Mom!". There was no reply. I continued "I didn't mean to hurt you! I won't do it again!"

Mom started crying. I felt bad and walked away.

For the next three days I stayed away from mom and the house in the mornings. I had few interviews to attend and rest of the time I stayed with my friends. First two days I did not even go to home for lunch and on second day evening mom chided me for not coming. I felt happy that she told me to. So I went to home for lunch on Friday but came back to my friends after lunch.

On Saturday, Uncle went to work. I kept my daily routine on that day too but came home early. Uncle did not return from work. I sat on the lounge and mom finished her cooking and came to the lounge room too.

We both were watching the TV and suddenly mom asked me "How come you are not doing your stuff with me anymore?"

I was shocked at the question but I replied "I felt bad seeing you that way mom!"

"Well! You should be! I felt like I have been betrayed! I thought of telling it to your Uncle but if I did he would make a big scene out of it and as a result we would not have any relationship. I would have suffered the most loosing you both."

"Thanks for that mom! I have been stupid!" I apologized.

At that instance Uncle came home and we stopped the conversation.

We had our dinner in the evening, then watched some T.V and went to bed. After some time as I was dozing off to sleep, I was woken by streaking sound of my door. I immediately sat up on the bed and looked at the door to find my mother dressed in her nightie. I laid back on the bed.

She walked into the room and asked me if I am sleeping and I said no.

She said she could not sleep so she thought of visiting me.

She sat on the side of my bed. I asked if Uncle is sleeping and she said yes and adding some more saying "doing nothing"

I asked "nothing what?" as I was still trying to wake fully.

"You know! that thing we normally do!"

I still couldn't get it! So I raised my voice "What?"

"Stupid! That thing you did to me before!"

That sentence took me right out of my sleepiness. I could not believe she is telling me her sexual part of her life.

I looked at my mother with disbelief.

She then said "Since you already did it to me, I was thinking you might be interested in sleeping with me more!"

I could not believe my ears. My own mother is inviting me to sleep with her. The tables have turned now but my excitement was still the same. In fact I was more excited when my dear old mother invited me to lift her nightie.

I involuntarily said "yes" and as if she already knew, she laid on her side beside me and turned towards me and laid on her right side.

She said "You know! I slept with you so many times after you were born but this time the feeling is different!"

I said "how?" still trying to get out of my excitement.

She then said "like this stupid!" and leapt onto me and kissed me on my lips.

I then held onto her and pulled her over me without interrupting her kiss.

We then kissed passionately for a while and I told her take off her dress.

"What about yyour Uncle?" mom asked kissing my neck. "Lets put him in trance"

"We will put him only if he see us" I said to mother caressing her hips.

She then sat on me with her both legs spread on either side of me and then whisked her nigthie off.

I then cupped her naked breast and started kneading them as she slowly lifted herself off me, caught my dick with her right hand and guided her vagina on to it and slowly sat back on me as she took my length of the cock in her cunt. "You are far bigger than your Uncle and your father!" she exclaimed. "I had to lift higher"


I knew she was a slut and I was right. I smiled at her kneading her breasts as she slowly started fucking me. After few moments, as she raised her speed of fucking, we heard mom's bedroom door sound and she immediately stopped in anticipation. We then heard Uncle calling mom's name and walking towards our room.

Mom got hysterical and immediately tried to get up from me but I pushed her back onto me. As Uncle reached our room, I put him in trance. Then I told him to come into my room to watch. Mom felt assured that he is under trance and resumed riding on my cock for few strokes. She then stopped and told me she is feeling uncomfortable before Uncle so I sent Uncle back to his room to sleep. We then resumed our fucking and after few minutes mom orgasmed followed by me. Mom then collapsed on me as her naked breasts touched mine. An hour later, we had another fuck session before we went to sleep.

Since the next day was Sunday, we put Uncle in trance the whole day. Mother and me fucked like dogs the whole day. She even put a show for me as we got Uncle to fuck her. I knew she was a slut but I never thought she was such a slut. She showed her slut side that day and did all sorts of kinky things. Mom slept with me that night too and went back to my Uncle on Monday morning when we got him out of trance. After Uncle went to work that day, mom and I resumed our fuck sessions. Mom wanted to sleep with me that night too but I told her we are running out of spells on him and save them for rainy days. So when Uncle is at work, mom and me were indulged in generating sex juices between us.

Even when Uncle is home, mom used to do many kinky things. She used to take shower and call me to her room to help fasten her bra. But in fact it is for kneading and sucking her breasts. When Uncle is out in the garden, she used to call me for a quickie standing or sitting right in front of the window where Uncle can be seen.

In movie theatres, she used to put my hand on her crotch to access her mound from inside her saree tangles. To say in short, my mother and me had developed a new relationship involving my birth place of my mother's body and my male organ. We became and un-wed husband and wife. Infact my mother says she is already a wife of me. She says "The only difference between a mother and wife apart from birthing is that, mothers don't give their vagina to satisfy her son's sexual desires. The day a son fucks his mother, she becomes his wife; married or not."

I thought there is a lot of logic in it. Mom and I kept fucking during day time as mom said she is approaching her period time and we won't be able to do it that time. She first told me when it was a week to go. But nothing happened that week. Another week passed and still nothing happened. It was at that instant mom went for a checkup and there she found out that she is pregnant. Since Uncle was always with us and he too had been copulating with mom I thought it will not be a problem. Mom looked very worried about how she's gonna break the news. I told her everything will be ok. She said "Gosh! I cannot believe I was knocked by my own son!" I said I was happy for her.

Mom told Uncle about the news that evening. He seemed to have taken it well. Mom might have convinced him well. That night mom and Uncle celebrated well in their bedroom as I could hear their noises. The next morning Uncle broke the news to me at breakfast which I showed a lot a excitement looking at my mother. My mother was smiling at me.

Mom's belly grew bigger everyday with me and Uncle enjoying her joys of procreation. After nine months we had a beautiful baby girl. Uncle was happy that he's got a daughter not realizing she is like his grand-daughter. Mom is happy that she gave birth to her grand-daughter. I was happy I got a daughter by my mother. Mom got her tubes cut after we had our daughter blaming on poor Uncle's fallacy. I finished my spells with Uncle but I still had two more with mom. Never had an opportunity to use on her. Infact, I never had to use my spells to fuck anybody. Why should I? When I am able to fuck my mother and my wife both.!!
(The end)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FUCKING MY MOM

My father died in cancer when I was just 10 years old. I was living with my Uncle and aunt in our house. They did not have any children and they used to love me a lot. Our house was at suburbs near Kolkata.

After my fathers death my mom took a job in Kolkata. She was working for an export import company. For that she used to stay in a ladies hostel near her work place and in weekends she used to come back home.
If I remember correctly, I was 21-22 at that time, just finished college, doing some courses and looking for a job. I was on the internet most of the time searching for jobs and watching porn. At that time, porn was new to me. I also watched stuff related to wrestling online.

Anyway, one fine morning I woke up at around 8. It was a Saturday. Both my uncle and aunt work and they don’t have Saturdays off like my mom. My uncle was busy packing lunch and my aunt was nowhere to be seen. I just woke up and had to pee. I walked straight to the bathroom.

The bathroom had a door, but not a latch. So, the person using the bathroom would close the door of the room inside which the bathroom is - I usually do. Even otherwise, when someone is in the bathroom you can hear them.

I walked into the room that had the bathroom, no sounds from the bathroom. I assumed my mom was in the kitchen. Actually, I didn't care. The only thing in my mind was that I had to pee urgently. I went straight and pushed the door of the bathroom open.

To my shock, I saw my mom soaping her body. That explains why there was no sound. Had she been bathing, I'd have heard the sound of water falling. That was the first time I was seeing mom naked - fully naked. I quickly closed the door and stood outside shouting at my mom. Why didn't you lock the big room's door? Why didn't you make some noise? I then went out to the toilet outside and peed.

It was only for a few seconds that I saw mom naked. But that was enough. I saw her legs - thighs to be exact -, the sides of her stomach, and her buttocks. Her skin was fairer than I thought. I realized that her thighs were heavy and so were her buttocks. I couldn't see her pussy or her breasts. It was just a couple of seconds.
My uncle was working at a government office and my aunty was a teacher. Just to give you an introduction. Anyway, after the incident I was having some very horny thoughts. I did not regret my thoughts. I was always horny. This time, I was horny thinking about mom.

I had, before this incident, read stories about mom-son incest. But I have never been turned out by it. But now, I was. I started imagining me and mom doing things characters in the stories I read were doing.

On weekends, we purchase fish and my mom cooks it. While cutting fish into small pieces, my mom squats on a small wooden plank on the floor and places a vessel with water in her front and cuts fish. The way she - and most women - sits while cutting fish is similar to the way we squat in Indian toilets.

To avoid the dirt from getting on to her dress, she pulls up her saree. After this incident, whenever I see my mom cutting fish, I'd go there and talk to her - nothing sexual - and watch her thighs. They were smooth and visible as her saree and skirt were pulled up.

At night, I'd masturbate thinking about it and imagining scenes from stories.
Some time passed, I started getting stronger and stronger sexual feelings towards my mother. I watched her thighs whenever she pulled up her saree while doing household chores. When she walked, I watched her ass move from behind. I also watched her cleavage whenever I got the opportunity. She wears a petticoat (around her breasts) when she goes to bath. I watch the back of her thighs when she applies oil on head and goes to have a bath.

My uncle is a busy man. He was preparing to take some exams for his promotion. I didn't know anything about their sex life. I never peeped. I wasn't interested.

Nevertheless, I always continued to fantasize about my mom. Obviously I wanted to fuck her. But I didn't think it was possible. I strongly believed it will remain a fantasy. I thought "come on, who fucks their moms". I didn't think it was possible.

Weeks passed and there was one more incident that fueled my sexual feelings towards my mom.
I'll tell you about that incident now. It was a public holiday and Uncle was not home. I don't remember where my aunty went, but I think she went to the temple or somewhere. I was inside in front of the computer. I don't even remember what I was doing.

Suddenly I heard a sound from outside. It was my mom. It was my mom crying. I rushed outside. I saw what happened. Mom had used to the bathroom outside to take bath. As she was coming out walking on the cement floor, she slipped and fell down. She was genuinely in pain.

As usual, she was wearing a petticoat around her breasts, but now the petticoat had fallen down to her hips. Her breasts were completely visible. I turned red and horny. I didn't want to show. I slowly lifted mom up, she wasn't caring much about covering her breasts - I guess she was in pain. I held her left arm with my left arm and her right shoulder with my right arm and walked her slowly inside.

She was leaning on to me and my right arm was clearly brushing her left breast. Trust me, I didn't do it on purpose. Finally, I took her to her room and let her change walking outside. Once she changed, I called Uncle and we took her to a hospital. No, I didn’t see her change.

What I saw change was my thoughts about her. My desire to sleep with my mom and to watch her nude body increased. I started observing my mom more than ever before. I started imagining - how would her nude as be if she sits on my lap, how would it be to fuck her doggy style, how would it be to suck her breasts, my imagination had no limits.
Months passed. My fantasies only continued to grow. I'm not sure if I said this already. I was 21-22 at that time and my mom was 44. Nice age. Around this time, there was a theft in one of our neighbor’s houses. We were all scared. We had sent reports to the security officer.

One of these days, my uncle and aunty had to be out of town regarding the marriage ceremony. I usually slept in my own room that is like 2 rooms away from where my mom and uncle aunty slept.

Since I'm thinking sexually about my mom, I should also tell you the type of clothes she wears at home. Three types - nighty, saree, blouse and some times just petticoat. I didnt think she wore under gurments when she was home. At that point, I didn’t know. I later found out.

On this night, she was wearing a red blouse and a blue petticoat.

Anyway, on this night, my mom asked me to sleep in her room. I asked why? She said I'm scared because of the neighbor’s house theft. I wanted to say yes immediately. I didn't I pretended to be not interested. I said what’s wrong; I'm going to be in the same house. Then she pleaded to me. And, finally I agreed.

There was huge bed and me and mom went to sleep on the same bed. We lay down on the bed and talked about a lot of things - not sex of course. And, I didn't know when I fell asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up. I was till horny, thinking about my mom and thinking of ways to have sex with her and fantasizing about her. I turned and saw my mom fast asleep. I decided to look at every inch of her body without fear or shame.

Her cleavage was clearly visible as she was sleeping sideways. I raised my head a little to see more of her breasts. I moved my eyes down and looked at her stomach. They were milky white. Her navel was inviting my tongue to kiss it.

And then I noticed that her petticoat was slightly apart. The petticoat had moved aside on her left leg and I could see her thighs. She had placed her legs in sideways position slightly bent. So, I could actually see the inside of her thighs - something I have never seen before.

Her knees were fleshy and made me horny. I couldn't see more, I couldn't see her panties or know whether she was wearing panties. I felt a desperate urge to touch her thighs. I decided to do something.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleep so that if at all i wake mom up, she'd think I am asleep. And then I slowly moved my right leg closer to my mom and in one quick movement placed it over my mom's thigh.

The under of my right knee was now just above the inside of my mom's lower thigh. I was wearing a lungi and I could feel my mom's naked skin through the cloth. I felt horny as hell. I didn't move an inch. I felt like I wanted to be in that position for ages.
With that incident I was officially lusting after mom. I just was waiting for the right time to fuck my mom (it felt so good thinking about it). Associating the words mom and fuck felt so good to me.

The next morning I woke up, peed and brushed my teeth. Then I went to the kitchen (of course, to see mom). I was surprised and shocked. There my mom was standing in a saree so lowly dbangd that the start of her butt crack was visible. Her smooth shiny back and the top of her butts were clearly visible. I got an instant erection. She was standing with her back towards me.

I walked towards her and looked over her shoulder and asked "Mom what are you cooking?" She said something. I didn’t care and it didn't matter. As I asked her, I touched her butt as if I'm not doing it in a sexual way. It was just one soft touch.

She immediately stepped back so that her butt would touch my erect penis. I was so turned on. As mom came closer to me, I could feel the smell of her sweat. Combined with the smell of food in the kitchen, it was a very erotic feeling.

As a first-timer I was still a little scared on making bolder moves. But nothing could stop me either. I usually wear a lungi at home. I decided to wear the lungi in a folded style so that my thighs are visible. I also did away with undergarments when me and mom were alone. I wanted mom to see my thighs and when possible, my penis and balls.

Even while sitting or climbing stairs, I kept my lungi folded (like a half-lungi). I wanted to expose my body to my mom as much as possible. It was working. I noticed my mom staring at my thighs and waist several times. Finally I made a huge decision that I thought will prompt her to start sex with me - do the ultimate expose. Masturbate in a place from where she can see. I believed it would work.
My Big Expose
A few days passed and finally the weekend arrived. The weekend when uncle and aunty would never be home and me and mom have the whole house. Mom was wearing a saree and I as usual on my lungi folded up to let my mom see as much of my body as possible. We had breakfast. She sat so close to me on the bench while having breakfast. I could feel the heat emanating from her heavy thighs. While having breakfast, she once fed me and I felt a wave of electricity pass through my whole body as her fingers touched my lips.

Then I watched TV for some time and then I made the decision. Now is the time to do the expose. I went into my room which is adjacent to the living room, removed my shirt and lungi and sat on the bed. I was completely naked - not a thread to cover my body.

I sat there and started masturbating. Now, anyone who is in the living room can see me masturbating. I wanted to make sure that mom saw me masturbating. I was slowly stroking at my now erect cock waiting for mom to come. She didn't, she was probably busy.

So I produced a moaning sound "ahh" - louder than what I make when I usually masturbate. A couple of seconds of silence passed. Then I heard footsteps. Mom was coming! I sat in a way she can see my whole body and pretended not to be aware of anything in the living room.

I was looking away from the living room, but waiting for my mom's arrival eyeing through the corner of my eye. Mom walked in. I hideously watched her walk into the living room and walking across quickly. I was disappointed. Then she came back and was looking at me from the living room. I pretended not to notice her and continued masturbating.

As she was looking at me, I got more and more aroused. Finally I spit cum. I was rocking back and forth as I was cumming and I produced a loud "mmmm" purposefulyl for mom to hear. She was walking back and forth watching me and pretending as if she was not watching me. I was thoroughly enjoying this game - the game of me and mom teasing each other.

I fell down on the bad and lay there for some time. Mom went back to the kitchen once I was done masturbating. I fell asleep for a few minutes without caring about the stickiness I left in the mattress.
Something happened the very next Saturday and that is what I'm going to narrate here. Once me and mom started teasing each other, we literally waited for uncle and aunty to go to the office so that we can start our teasing game. It was so exciting. My cock was erect almost all the time. But when uncle &aunty ware around, I was super-decent and so was mom.

On this particular day, uncle & aunty left for office and college. Then, me and mom had breakfast. I was trying as much to expose my body to mom. But mom wasn't doing much and I was surprised. I was wondering what the reason could be. Was it her periods? Is she not interested? What the hell happened?

I finished breakfast. Mom was washing dishes. I went to the living room to watch TV. I was not very turned on now as I felt like my mom was not interested. I continued to watch TV.

As I was watching TV, I was also gently rubbing my cock. Gradually my cock became erect and I decided to go to the kitchen and see what mom is doing anyway. So I switched off the TV and went to the kitchen. Mom was not there.

Probably, she was in the bathroom or so I thought and went back to watching TV. A couple of minutes later, I heard my mom coughing. The cough sounded very artificial. Some instinct told me that it was an invitation for me to go there. The sound came from the master bedroom which was adjacent to the dining room.

I walked to the dining room and pretended to walk to the kitchen and looked into the bedroom as if I was looking casually. The bedroom's door was open as always, but what I saw increased my blood flow by say a hundred times.

My mom was standing with her back towards the door. She was in a blouse and long petticoat that women wear under the saree - a red blouse and a faded red petticoat. She was looking down trying to unlace the petticoat. Then she untied the petticoat and let it fall down to her feet. Facing me was my mom's bare ass.

It was so erotic and exciting. I felt a bolt of lightning go through my entire body. My mom's big round buttocks were right in front of me. I didn't move. I was standing there watching her. Her thighs were smooth, glossy and heavy. Her butt crack was slightly brownish. So was the line where her thigh met her butt. I wanted to run into the room and bury my face in between my mother's ass cheeks and be like that forever.

My mom then bent down and picked up the petticoat that was lying on her feet and put it on the chair. I wondered if my mom never wore panties. Then she started searching for another petticoat from the almirah. She was in no hurry. I thought to myself "I'm so lucky to have one bitch of a mom". I kept thinking the word "bitch" and the more I did, the more it turned me on.

And finally mom found a petticoat and slowly put it on. She did it very slowly and erotically. I watched keenly as she pulled the petticoat up from her feet to her knees through her white heavy thighs up to her buttocks and finally to her waist where she tied it.

Then she picked up her panties and wore it. While wearing the panties, I got another glimpse of her thighs and buttocks, but that was quick. I left the place and went to the living room as soon as mom picked up a saree and started dbanging it around her - the show, I knew, was over.

It was clear mom was still interested. I was now confident that mom was good at this. I was excited that mom knew her ass would turn me on. Believe it or not, my face was red the whole day. My whole body was feeling hot.

Initially I thought seducing mom was the challenge. Not anymore. I had seduced mom. Who knows? maybe it was mom who seduced me. Regardless, seduction was not the problem. Bringing myself to fuck her was. All I have to do now was to make the first move!
Some days passed. As I mentioned, my uncle was slightly busy with his promotion-related tasks. He finally got his promotion and we were happy. We had a good dinner for uncle's promotion. The next day was Friday. Uncle had to go to the superior's office for some paperwork. My aunty went to her college. Mom took a sick leave that day. So me and mom were alone.

I woke up and after the usual stuff and breakfast; I sat in front of the TV. Mom seemed to be busy with some chores and I didn't want to disturb her. I sat in front of the TV watching some stupid movie with no story, no good scenes, no comedy - some boring movie because I didn’t have anything else to do. Once in a while, I'd switch channels and then finally come back to watching the same movie. I found it funny that after some time, I was kinda interested in the movie. I was sitting on a large couch with a shirt and a lungi. Uncle was away, so my lungi was folded revealing my thighs and legs.

I was engrossed in the movie when mom walked in.

"What movie is it" she asked.

I told her the name of the movie.

"Is it good?"

"It is ok" I replied

She came and sat near me as if she wanted to watch the movie too. Mom was wearing a blue saree with some white flowery designs and a blue blouse. I should particularly mention the way she sat down. usually when women sit down, they pull up their saree very slightly and then sit down - probably to avoid stepping on the saree and falling down. But my mom pulled up the saree way higher and sat down. She was sitting on the sofa in the way ppl sit on the floor with legs folded. She had pulled her saree so high that I could see her calves, knees and her round, glossy lower thighs. Time passed and we continued to watch the movie. With time, both me and mom were moving closer and closer to each other.

Finally my mom's thighs were touching mine. Mom now suddenly changed her posture - she placed her feet on the sofa. That let the saree slide further down to her waist and her entire thigh was visible. I was so turned on looking at my mom's naked legs. I said to myself that now is the time.

I now leaned to the right and placed my right palm right below where my mom's left thigh. 2 seconds and my mom brought down her thigh. I turned my palm upside down so that my inner palm was facing upwards- I wanted to feel the back of my mom's thigh and I did. I could feel the heat, the smoothness of my mom's upper back thigh. Wow

But suddenly, my mom took my hand away from there. I was confused. Then she put my hand on her upper thigh so close to her waist. I was so horny by now. Clearly, my dick had formed a tent in my groin area. My palm was placed on mom's inner thigh and I was slowly stroking it with my thumb.

Mom lifted her left hand and put it around my waist. As she did that I shivered a little. Then she pulled me closer to her. My head was now resting on her shoulders and my right hand had moved to her inner thigh. What turned me on even more was the smell emanating from my mom. I can't explain it - but it made me so horny. As I kept my palm still and moved my fingers over my mom's thigh, she was caressing my hip where her hand was. Whenever she did that I shivered slightly even though I did my best to control the shivers.

It was not a very hot day, but I noticed that mom was using her pallu and waving as if it was hot. I was confused. After some time, she just dropped the pallu to her lap. Oh she's very smart, I thought. My head was resting on her shoulders and I could see her breasts clearly through her blouse - mom had not worn a bra. I moved my head closer that after some time my lips was on her neckbone - not kissing, I just placed my lips there smelling and slightly also tasting her skin.

Then mom said "Remove it" and pointed to her blouse.
I unhooked her blouse and with my mom's help removed it. Her breasts were dangling in front of my eyes now. Those breasts were large, round and very shapely. The nipples were brown and clearly protruding. I instantly buried my head to her chest. Mom pressed my head against her breasts. I kept rubbing my face against her breasts not knowing what to do. My mom's hands were all over the back of my head, my neck and back.

Then I started caressing her breasts with both my hands - my hands were full of my own mother's breasts. Then I bent down and started sucking at her breasts. Mom mom now produced a "ssssssssss" sound now. That even turned me on more. I could taste the salt of my mom's sweat as I sucked her breasts again and again. My right arm was around her waist and my left palm was stroking her thighs.

After a while, mom got up and I got up with her. She started walking. I understood. She wanted to go to the bedroom. Her saree was in disarray. She was walking topless holding the crumbled saree up. My hand was around her waist. While walking my mom looked upto me cunningly and smiled. I just smiled back.

Once we entered the bedroom, she started unbuttoning my shirt after pulling down my lungi in one quick pull! I was trying to remove her saree, but got it all messed up. After getting me naked mom, removed the saree herself and motioned me to sit on the bed. I sad down and mom sat right behind me.

Her legs were spread to my sides and kinda stuck to my legs. She was in control. I had always had fantasies of being dominated by women. What better woman than my mom who can dominate me. My cock was so erect. Mom was nouw kissing my neck as her hands slowly made their way to my balls. She kept stroking my balls for a long time.

I desperately wanted her to touch my penis, but she didn’t. Finally, I moved her hand from my balls to my penis. I realized she was an expert. She gave me the best pleasure that was more than what I can even imagine with her hands on my penis. Once in a while she would stroke my stomach and chest and sometimes squeeze my nipples.

Now I got up and mom looked at me. My eyes were on her pussy. It was slightly darker than the rest of her body. Her inner thighs were also slightly darker than the rest of her legs. As if knowing what was on my mind, mom adjusted her position. She then sat on me with her both legs spread on either side of me. I then cupped her naked breast and started kneading them as she slowly lifted herself off me, caught my dick with her right hand and guided her vagina on to it and slowly sat back on me as she took my length of the cock in her cunt. I smiled at her kneading her breasts as she slowly started fucking me. After a few moments, she raised her speed of fucking. After 5 minutes mom started fucking me so hard that not only her slippery pussy but our bed was also started making sound. Her eyes ware closed and she was in another world while enjoying my cock in her pussy. Her big breasts ware bouncing with her every thrust. I understood that she was an expert player in the field. She must be spending nights with men regularly in the city. After about fifteen minute’s or so, mom orgasmed followed by me. Mom then collapsed on me as her naked breasts touched mine. An hour later, we had another fuck session before we went to sleep.
After that incident we started fucking on every Saturdays, in our uncle and aunt’s absence. It was after my marriage we decided to stop.
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ULTIMATE HUMILIATION


Damn. I want to fuck your wife, dude.” Tom had a tendency to always say exactly what was on his mind. He was staring into the living room where Linda was talking with some of our other guests. I just smiled, shook my head and continued to deal another hand of euchre.

Today was our 7th anniversary, and to celebrate we invited over several of our closest friends, before taking the weekend at a swank hotel; just the two of us. I imagined two days of romance and sex-filled nights. It’s good to picture your goals.

“Put your eyes on your cards and off of my wife, ya’ dog.” I finished the deal. I had partnered with my buddy Dan, while the letch was teamed up with one his buddies from work, James. James looked at me with some apprehension like there was going to be a conflict. “Relax, man. Tom and I go all the way back to junior high. He’s been talking shit like that since I’ve known him. He’s always had a thing for my other halves.” I smiled good-naturedly.

“Yep, Ed’s always managed to get the lookers. Personality goes a long way. But I’ve managed to get a few of his girlies over the years.” That was true. Tom was always the better looking one. He was the sort of man that women drooled over. Over six foot and wiry, he kept his wavy black hair just above his shoulders. He’d stolen two of my high college sweethearts by taking opportune moments to relieve himself and expose his massive tool. My own dick was small compared to his, at just less than five inches, but I never let my size bother me. Women that would rather be impaled by a crude bastard, rather than tickled by a gentleman aren’t worth my time.

Tom had been hitting on Linda since before we were married. He once flat out dropped his pants when the three of us were having a few drinks just to show her his offered goods. Linda laughed it off, and told him to “Put that monstrosity away before someone gets hurt.” This girl was a keeper!

Linda is gorgeous. We met at a seminar in our early twenties and just hit it off. I made her laugh and she made me drool. At 5’ 9” she is a few inches taller than me. Her black hair is natural, with carpet and dbangs matching. Her body is in great shape due to many hours spent in our pool. Her breasts are her crowning glory - unaffected by gravity and full, with nipples that defy the thickest fabric, by protruding at the slightest chill. She loves wearing pants cut to show off her ass, and what a heart-shaped tight show it is. That night, though, she did me the honor of wearing a sundress. I love to see her in a dress. It fit right in all the right places, with just a hit of cleavage showing in the front.

I whistled, “Eyes front, Lover boy.” Tom grinned wolfishly and got back into the game. He and James were down 3 points from our 8 points, and about to lose their third game in a row. “Maybe if you spent less time ogling every woman in the room and more time concentrating on your hand, you’d learn how to play this game.”

“Ooh, Ed’s getting tough. All right, don’t get your bony ass all puckered up. It isn’t my fault it’s been raining all day. I’d rather be wading with the ladies too.” Tom loved commenting on my skinny frame. I figured he was compensating for the fact that he had skipped college and supported himself with occasional construction work, while I had gone the corporate route. “Do you want to make this game interesting?”

“I’m not taking your money, buddy.” Tom usually had a hard time scbanging up rent money and I had no desire to have him living in my basement.

“No money. If you and Dan win, I’ll quit publicly admiring your wife and help Dan finish up that shanty of a shed he’s been building all summer. But if I win, James and I get to make all the advances on Linda we want, and you can’t do anything to stop us.” He grinned expectantly.

I laughed and said, “You’re on, big man!” I figured that I had nothing to lose. If we won then he’d have to shut his yap about my wife, and Dan’s wife would quit making all the comments about the construction of the backyard Taj Mahal. If He and James won, I had faith in my wife’s fidelity.

As luck would have it, Tom managed a loner and James squeaked a point out in the following hand. I laughed again. “Is that what it takes to get you to play a decent hand, you old sandbagger?”

“Laugh it up, scrawny. Remember, you can’t say or do anything to stop my advances toward Linda.”

I just kept grinning. Dan must have been made uncomfortable by the events and soon he and his wife said their goodbyes. Not long after that everyone else filtered out. James looked as though he wanted to leave too, but Tom gave him a look and he grabbed himself another beer before making himself comfortable on the couch.

Linda flopped down on the couch next to James, and let out a sigh. “That didn’t go as planned, at all.” She was upset that our outdoor barbeque had to be dragged indoors due to the rain. “I hope you guys had a good time.”

“Aw, Linda, the party doesn’t have to end now. The rain has stopped. Let’s hit the pool,” Tom said. Linda smiled, jumped up and ran upstairs to put on her suit. I followed. I changed into my trunks and Linda put on a deep blue bikini that would be considered conservative by today’s standards, but she filled it out perfectly. Her breasts were exposed on the tops and sides and her nipples were erect from the change in temperature.

Standing next to her, I felt like the luckiest man in the world. “I can’t wait to get you alone,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and playfully kissed her neck. She giggled and pushed me gently.

“Soon enough, hubby. Happy Anniversary.” She kissed me and grabbed my cock playfully. I was instantly stiff and couldn’t wait for the festivities to begin. “Let’s go,” she said as she led me by my manhood down the stairs.

Tom and James had wasted no time and were already in the pool. It was dark, so I turned on the poolside lights. The deck was dimly lit but the pool was lit up nicely. Tom whistled and made cat calls as Linda cautiously tested the water with her toes. She smiled and with courage on loan from Jose Cuervo cupped both of her breasts and gave them a bounce. Both men voiced their approval. I nursed a beer poolside while the three of them splashed about and dunked one another. Linda was uncomfortable with James at first, but loosened up after she managed to dunk him by surprise.

Linda came to the side of the pool. “Hon, will you make me a margie?” She had her arms crossed under her breasts, propping herself up on the edge. The beer and her breasts were having an effect on me and a little tent started forming in my trunks.

Tom swam up behind Linda. “James and I will take one too, Ed.” Then he quickly undid the ties at the back of her bikini top. Linda, startled, spun around and in doing so her top dropped to the water. Tom laughed, grabbed her top and quickly swam backward to avoid getting slapped. Linda turned to me, looking angry. I remembered what I had promised and just said, “Well, you had to expect that from Tom.”

Linda looked at me quizzically, then just sank in the water to hide her breasts and said, “Yeah, I guess boys will be boys.” Then she smiled and said, “Hurry back and get me my top.” I went into the house while she treaded water topless. A few minutes later I returned with drinks in hand. Linda had attempted to get her top back for herself, to no avail. Tom was wearing it atop his head laughing and continuing to splash at her. He made no effort to disguise his attempts to feel her tits as he tried to dunk her.

“Drinks are here,” I called. James, still feeling a bit uncomfortable swam up first, then Tom. Tom looked up at me as he grabbed for his drink and gave me a wink. He barely had a sip before he suddenly went under the water, drink and all. He came back up suddenly coughing and clutching at the side. Linda popped up a few feet behind him holding his trunks up with one hand, laughing triumphantly.

Tom just laughed, “Get me another will ya’, buddy?” And pulled himself out of the water to sit at the pools edge with his legs and cock dangling. Linda stared at his naked body and said “I guess you’re not cold.” Tom laughed, patted his cock and said, “I’m getting hotter by the minute.” Linda stared at his swinging meat for a few seconds before rolling her eyes and swimming to the far side of the pool.

I went to pour Tom another margarita. I stalled a bit while inside to let my hard-on subside. I didn’t want Linda or Tom to see me getting excited by their antics. I thought I had one heck of a night in front of me, and Tom took care of all the foreplay for me. When I brought Tom’s cocktail poolside, he was still sitting at the edge. He was getting aroused. His cock was still dangling, but now engorged with blood. He had missed his calling – he looked like a porn star. Linda was right in front of him pleading for her top and offering his trunks in trade.

“I’m comfortable just like this, thanks.” He was having the time of his life. Just then James snuck up behind Linda to dunk her. She saw him at the last minute and attempted to dodge out of the way but he was to close. He pushed her down and toward Tom. When she surfaced she was directly between Tom’s legs, she spun to avoid facing his cock. Tom wrapped his legs around and pulled her in so that her breasts were exposed with her erect nipples just above water’s surface. She laughed and screamed playfully. Tom’s cock was resting on her cheek.

“Jaan, help me!” Linda pleaded, though she didn’t seem truly distressed. I couldn’t move. At this point I was willing to welch on the bet, but I was aroused and oddly anxious. Linda looked at me, noticing my erection. At first she seemed confused and a little angry but before she could say anything else she began struggling and writhing against the strength of Tom’s legs. He held her tight. As she squirmed, Tom’s cock hardened. The swollen giant tool rubbed all about her face - even brushing her lips several times. I was about to rush in to her rescue, when I discovered that she was being held while James worked off her bikini bottoms. He emerged in perfect imitation of Linda’s earlier victory and held her suit bottom high in the air.

At this point I jumped in the water, feigning coming to her rescue but actually hiding my erection. I swam toward James asking for her bikini bottom. He tossed it to me. I swam back to Linda and held them out to her. She reached for them saying, “Too little, too late.” Tom held back her arm and said. “Oh what, it’s all right for me to be naked but not you?”

Linda dropped her arm. “I can handle it as long as you are… Um... Can! I meant can!” Tom and Linda laughed over her Freudian slip. Linda grabbed her drink from the edge and gulped it down, making no attempt to avoid his rock hard cock. Tom shot me a look that said I should back off. I did and waded toward the pool’s center. Tom had relaxed his legs, letting her slip a little into the water, and handed her his drink. She pulled herself up to rest her forearms upon his thigh, here tits resting along the inside of his leg. She downed his drink quickly. Tom was now openly stroking his erection. Linda stared at it intently.

Tom took her arm and guided her hand to his throbbing cock. She held it gently at first and then began jacking him off, slowly to start and then faster. She took his manhood into her mouth, the head stretching her lips. It was as though she was fresh out of the desert and found water, she couldn’t get enough. She zealously worshipped his cock with her mouth, licking along the shaft, and sucking on his heavy balls. James swam past me, toward my now adulterous wife and my best friend. His swim trunks were floating behind him. James reached around Linda and began massaging her tits.

“Oh yes, Hon. That’s right, squeeze my nipples.” She must have thought that James was me and that I was joining in on the festivities. James rolled her nipples between his fingers and Linda moaned. The sound was muffled by a mouthful of Tom’s giant cock sliding back and forth across her lips. James dropped his hands to her hips, and Linda arched her back. James reached to position his cock into her pussy. When he placed his hand back upon her hip, he thrust forward. Linda let Tom’s penis out of her mouth with a plop. She looked back to see James, and then cast an alarmed glance toward me. Something about James’s cock informed her that I wasn’t granting consent. She looked worried for a moment, and then Tom grabbed the back of her head and put her back to work. She returned to the effort, guilt forgotten.

James continued to thrust away, and his movement showed he was about to cum. Linda frequently raised her head from Tom’s hard-on to gasp and moan, “Yes. Oh, Yes!” James suddenly arched forward and then relaxed. Linda cried out. As James backed away, Linda whimpered like a little girl who had her favorite doll taken from her. Tom took Linda under the arms and raised her from the water. She immediately dropped to her knees and continued to slobber on his cock. Tom pulled her head back and she looked up at him pouting. He guided her to her feet and began sucking on her stiff nipples. She moaned and writhed, reaching down to pump his tool with her hand, her wedding band glinting in the dim light.

Tom began massaging her pussy with his hand, slipping a few fingers into her already well-fucked hole. She moaned and pulled his giant cock toward her pussy. Tom positioned the head at her pussy lips and slowly worked it into her. Linda stared adoringly into his eyes. I came in my trunks.

James was already up on the deck, and it became evident how she discovered his identity. His cock was a couple inches shorter than Tom’s and a couple longer than mine but thicker than either of us. It was rising again due to the show. I hoisted myself onto the deck and dropped my trunks, hoping to get in on all the excitement. My dick, softening after cumming, looked out of place in this scene. Like a librarian had wandered on to the site of a porno shoot.

Linda had her legs wrapped around Tom and was bobbing on his giant member. I started to get aroused again. Tom held her up by her firm ass. “Tell me you love me,” he said. She moaned and looked into his eyes. “Say it.”

“I love you, Tom. Please don’t stop.” Linda kissed him. “Oh God! I love you! Fuck me baby!”

I was suddenly more jealous than aroused. Love? It was one thing to get caught up in the moment, with your judgment skewed by alcohol and pent up lust, but this felt like true infidelity. I started toward them, angry and ready to put a stop to all of this. James was there to stop me.

He grabbed me by the throat and led me over to a lounger. “Sit down and stay out of the way,” he said. “You can have her back when we’re through with her, needle-dick.” I struggled in vain; he was much stronger than I.

“Am I better than Ed, Linda?” Tom added weight to the question by fucking her harder. “Do you want him or me, baby?” Linda panted and whimpered.

“I want you, Tom. Please, don’t ever stop fucking me!” With that Tom lifted her up off his cock. She said, “No. Don’t stop! Please – I love you! I need you! I don’t want Ed.” I was deflated; not just my ego but my manhood also. My wife of seven years was proclaiming her love for my best friend and getting fucked by two giant cocks on our anniversary. I wanted blood. James hadn’t let loose of his iron hold on my throat or I would have attempted, however futilely to beat Tom to a pulp.

Tom set Linda down and led her over to the lounger. “Tell him to his face,” he demanded. “Tell him that you don’t need his little prick.” He smiled at me maliciously, kissing her neck and massaging her breasts.

I wish there would have been more hesitation, or that a sense of how wrong what was happening would have occurred to her. She looked down at me, still moaning as Tom pleased her and I could see she was too caught up in the moment. There I was, skinny, short, and naked with my smaller penis limp as a stronger and more virile man held me tight by the throat

“I don’t want you. I want Tom. I want his giant cock in my pussy. He knows how to treat me and how to touch me. You don’t even come close.” Still facing me she got down on all fours and said, “Watch how a real man fucks a woman. Please fuck me, Tom.” He obliged.

As Tom pumped her from behind, she took James’s cock in her mouth. Tom fucked her steadily, while she sucked James’s cock. James’s grip got tighter and tighter on my throat, as he came closer to blowing his wad. I struggle with his arm, and he knocked me hard across the face with his other fist. Tom came at that moment. Linda pulled away from James’s cock as she reacted to Tom’s last thrusts. He shot a huge load onto her face and hair. James’s hand tightened and then finally relaxed.

The three of them left me to sit, near tears on the lounger with a sore face and a blackening eye, as they used towels to clean up. Linda kissed them deeply before they went into the house to change, whispering something to each. Linda came and knelt beside me.

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It all just got carried away,” she said. Then she hugged me, and I felt as though everything was all right. She still loved me. “Be nice when they say goodbye. You don’t need to lose any friendships over this.”

They came out a few minutes later and said their goodbyes to my still naked wife. They fondled and kissed her. Then they approached me. “Sorry about your eye,” James said. “No hard feelings?” Everything was going to be all right with Linda and I, so I just shook my head and mumbled that there were no hard feelings.

Tom patted me on the shoulder. “Just like old times, eh buddy?” I looked at him with open anger and said, “Screw you, buddy.” He just laughed and kissed Linda hard on the mouth, she responded.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as the kiss broke. “Bring a deck of cards Ed. Maybe we can work in a few hands.” I was bewildered. Linda walked them to the driveway and gave each another long kiss before returning to me.

“Tomorrow?” I looked at her, pleading with my eyes. “I thought you still loved me.” I held onto her hands, anxiously waiting for her reply.

“I do, baby. But things have changed. Tonight I had the best sex of my life. Tom can have me whenever he wants me. I am completely his. When I said I loved him, I meant it. Maybe it’s just lust or infatuation, but it feels like love” she said. “I still love you. We aren’t over. But you’ll have to accept that, if you want us to stay together, Tom, the only man I feel I need, will continue to fuck me whenever he wants, and however he wants. Can you do that?”

My pulse was hard and loud in my head. I didn’t want to lose Linda, but could I let this happen? I looked up into her eyes. She was waiting patiently, as if my answer only meant something to me. I nodded.

“Good. Let’s get to bed. Tom and James are going to meet us as the suite tomorrow.”
(Finish)