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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Toni's little sister

Toni's little sister [part 2 of 2]
By: jodaki (jayknie@yahoo.com)

Toni and I had been having our twice a week two-night stands for a couple months when she told me one night that she had yet another surprise for me. Unfortunately, I told her that I had news for her as well. She knew I was still in school, but she didn't know when I had to start attending class again. I told her that the next two-night session might be our last for a while, as classes started the following week. She told me that was not going to work for her, so we would just have to rearrange our schedule. I had made enough money over that summer that I was not going to have to work during the school year, especially because I had been living off of frequent meals with Toni. Since I had no work, and my social life was not as important to me anymore, I figured I might have enough time to continue to see her. My only condition was that I had to do better this school year, so our lovemaking couldn't interfere too much with my studies. She agreed, but then told me she had a surprise for me before the school year started. It just so happened that the three-month anniversary of our first night together coincided with our next two-night stand, which was our last one before I started classes.

On Saturday, my last day of work, the guys in the lumberyard were giving me a farewell party, and I saw this girl that I had not seen for many years. I could not believe my eyes. When I was in 8th grade, I was taking Advanced Algebra at the high school, and there was one senior in my class. She was five years older than me, but sat next to me in class. I was by far the youngest, and she was the oldest, so it was weird for me to be next to her since I was also getting a better grade than she was. We had a project that required out of school cooperation, so I rode my bike over to her house on Saturday afternoon. This girl, Whitney, was pretty good at math, but not this stuff, so I did most of the work. She was asking me questions about myself, since she obviously had no idea what she was doing at the moment. She was about to go to college, but she told me her parents were not going to give her a car if she did not get her usual grade. She told me she needed someone to help her with math, but since she had a reputation to protect, she figured I was the only one who could help her. She was likely going to graduate as the valedictorian, but only if I helped her. She told me that she was going to tell her friends that she was helping me and use me as her community service. She knew that I would agree because she was incredibly hot. She was the captain of the dance team, and the homecoming queen in the fall that year. The deal she ended up giving me was that she would teach me how to kiss if I taught her math. When she aced her final and was going to be the valedictorian, we made out for our last time. I had such a hard-on that I jacked-off for the first time in my life later that night.

Seeing Whitney was definitely a shock. She looked as good as ever. She was always incredibly athletic as she played basketball, volleyball and softball. She was one of the most popular people to ever go to our high school. She was captain of three sports teams, and was the first girl to ever be both Homecoming Queen and Prom Queen. She was also the object of my earliest sexual fantasies. As I talked to her she reminded me of that last day we kissed, and told me if her sister Toni allowed it, I might get to do so again. I could not believe my ears. This same girl I dreamt of a long time ago, was the surprise Toni had for me that night. I could not wait.

I was nervous as I approached Toni's house that night. She and I had been spending less and less time actually having sex, and more time talking and cuddling. She liked to think of our cuddling as "naked time." But when she opened the door wearing that very same nightgown that she had worn our first time, I new I was in for some fun. Whitney and Toni started asking me about my childhood fantasies. I was not sure how to respond. I enjoyed my time with Toni quite a bit, but there was something about Whitney that made me a babbling idiot. Whereas Toni was the 31-year-old bombshell with amazingly large tits that stands at 5'1; Whitney is a 25-year-old hottie with decently large and very perky tits, an absolutely perfect ass, and is a lanky 5'9". If there were not some similar facial features, I never would have been able to guess that these two beauties were sisters.

Despite the fact that Toni already knew the story, Whitney went ahead and told it. I sat on that blue leather couch with Toni in my lap, and Whitney sat in the armchair next to us. She was wearing this nice dark gray mini skirt with a white blouse, with a light colored bra underneath. I was starting to feel uncomfortable with the situation despite having a beautiful underdressed woman lying across my lap, so I suggested we started drinking. Toni had run out of butterscotch schnapps, so I suggested that we drink some White Russians. I put extra vodka in mine, and this helped me relax a lot quicker. So I decided to bring up this surprise Toni had in mind for me. She said that if she and I were ever going to become closer, I needed to fulfill this one fantasy that I had not yet fulfilled. I knew she had married her high school sweetheart, I knew she cheated on him once, and through our games together she had fulfilled every one of her fantasies. I told her that she was enough for me, but I knew that I wanted to have Whitney once in my life. Whitney is going to be married, so this is my last chance to sleep with her, and Toni was going to let me do it.

So I asked how this would work. Toni told me that she would get me aroused, and then leave the room while Whitney and I went at it. Since Whitney was only staying that night, I was going to get to spend the next day and night with Toni alone. So Whitney left the room to change, but I told her I liked her outfit and that it was not necessary. She left the room and said she would come back when Toni exited. I tried one last time to convince Toni that it was not necessary to do this, and I would much prefer to sleep with her. However, she said she would not do it with me again until I had slept with Whitney once, so that she could really be sure I was happy with her. She had a strange gleam in her eye, so I was not sure how to take this. However, in the end, I acquiesced.

Toni left the room, and then entered Whitney. She told me that if she had not already had her 18th birthday by the time she finally compensated me, she might have let me get a little farther on that day. She had a crush on me, because I was the only one not intimidated by her beauty and popularity. Around me, she felt like she was normal, and this was important to her. I could not believe my ears. This made my dick swell, and instantly I was all over her and trying to take off my pants. I kissed her as passionately as I could while unbuckling my belt. Once my cock was free from its bounds, I moved to working on clearing the path to her pussy. I unzipped her mini-skirt and found I was right about the color of her underwear. Her panties were a very pale pink lace g-string. I broke our embrace, got down on my knees, and kissed up her thighs as I pulled down her panties. I gave her pussy one swift light kiss, and then stood back up and reentered our embrace and touched my lips to hers once again.

I broke apart again while I took off my shirt, and then began to unbutton her blouse. I started to kiss her neck and worked down slowly to right between her tits. I reached around her and unsnapped her bra. As her tits stood free, I had a flashback, and knew that this was my chance to fulfill my fantasy. I picked her up and set her on the leather couch and attacked her pussy with my mouth. I kissed the inside of her thighs and breathed lightly onto her pussy. I could tell she was starting to get excited, so I started licking little circles around her clit. As her pussy lips started to swell, her juices started flowing. She was definitely getting wet now, so I inserted one finger into her fold. It went in very slowly and smoothly, and then I began to finger fuck her as I continued flicking her twat with my tongue. From her constant pulsations, I knew her orgasm was starting to build, so I backed off and turned her over. I grabbed hold of her ass and entered her pussy from behind. I moved my hands to cup her tits, and continued fucking her tight pussy. As I continued slamming my manhood into her love canal, her pulsating was beginning again. I knew she was getting ready to cum, and at the same time my orgasm was building as well. She started to scream as her orgasm hit and it shook her entire body tremendously. This sent me over the edge and I shot my load into the back of her womb. She was incredible, but I knew that I wanted my Toni back again. Whitney said that she was unprotected, but since Toni could not have children, that was the real surprise. I told her to go back to her fiancée, and that I needed to fuck my Toni right now.

I ran back into Toni's bedroom and found her lying there on her stomach. I told her that what she did to me was unfair, and that I was going to make her pay. I was glad that I fulfilled my fantasy, but it just made me realize how much I loved her. She asked what on Earth I was going to make her do, so I told her to get naked and follow me to her shower. We had made love in her shower before, but this time was going to be different. Instead of our usual leaning against the wall style of screwing, I picked her up and had her wrap her legs around my back. As I held her in the air, she bounced her body back and forth along my rock hard dick, with her massive tits bouncing in the air in my face. I came harder than I have ever cum before, and this sent shivers through her entire body. I came with such force that it sent her into orgasms of her own. We collapsed right there in the shower, and I told her that it was just the beginning. I told her that either she would agree to marry me or I would never sleep with her again. She told me that this is what she had wanted all along, and would agree on one condition. She took my cock into her hands, and started to play with my balls. I don't know if it was the moment or her incredible hands, but all of the sudden my dick sprang to life for a third time that night.

We went back into her room to find Whitney was there to say goodbye. She was happy for Toni and me, and needed to get back to her husband. She assured me that she loved him, but that he unknowingly could not have children. I said that was fine but all I ever want from then on is to sleep with my future wife Toni. Whitney left, and almost immediately I had slid my dick in between her legs. She rode my cock at alternating speeds for over an hour before we climaxed. I suckled her massive tits, and we discussed the idea that she would rent her extra space at her house out to me as an apartment, so that I could move in with her. The renting idea was just a cover so my parents would continue to pay for my education. I thought it was a great idea and it gave me even more opportunity to have some adventures with my fiancée Toni.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Donnatella

Donnatella
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

It was a dumb thing to do and I knew it. All my friends knew it and everyone tried to tell me I was being stupid and I knew they were right. But I was in love and as far as I was concerned they could all go to hell. Donnatella, Donny for short, owned me body and soul from the minute I laid eyes on her. She was no raving beauty, not to say she wasn't good looking, she was just an average looking woman with a pretty face and a decent body, but she had something that no other women I'd ever met possessed. She had dark brown eyes that seemed to be able to look into my very soul and the first time she looked into my eyes with hers and smiled I was lost!

I met her one night when I stopped in at a bar where she was working. I watched her for the first hour I was there, couldn't take my eyes off her in fact. When I didn't try to approach her or talk to her she came over to me:

"Do I have a large and ugly wart on my nose, or do you just like what you see?" I mumbled something into my beer and she laughed, "I don't believe it, you're shy." She chuckled again and said, "That's all right honey, I won't bite. What's your name?"

I told her, asked her hers and then asked her if I could buy her a drink. "I don't have time for that honey, I'm a working girl. Are you interested or not?" She saw the look that came over my face and gave me a wicked grin, "You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"I'm a hooker honey, one of those that Willie and Waylon call a Girl of the Night. I'm looking for customers honey, are you interested or not?"

I confessed that I only had enough money for a half dozen drinks and she smiled at me and said, "Maybe next time honey" and she got up and left the table.

During the next two hours I saw her leave with four different guys only to return twenty or so minutes later. Toward the end of the evening I got up to go use the head and when I came back to my table she was sitting there.

"I'll take you up on that drink now honey" and so began my relationship with Donny.

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That night we sat and made small talk until about midnight and then I said I was going to head over to Denny's for coffee and a bite to eat and I asked her if she would like to join me. She surprised me by saying yes and over breakfast I discovered that she was a very smart and witty lady. We talked about each other's history, likes and dislikes and in general got to know a bit about one another. I was smart enough not to ask questions about her "business" and I think she appreciated that. I felt comfortable talking with her and told her I'd like to do it agai:

"You know where to find me honey, I'm there every night but Sunday."

The next night was Saturday and I showed up around eight and she was sitting at a table with two men. After about five minutes she left with one of them and didn't come back for over an hour. When she did come back she swung by my table and said, "Buy me a drink later?" I smiled and said yes and she walked away.

In the next three hours she left with five different guys and after the fifth one she came and joined me at my table. We talked for a bit and then headed for Denny's for coffee and something to eat. That set the pattern for the next three weeks although in the interest of saving my liver I stopped going into the bar early and instead started going there about midnight. I was always glad to see her and Donny always seemed to be glad to see me. We never seemed to run out of things to talk about, not that it would have mattered, I would have been content just to sit on the other side of the table and look into her eyes.

One night during the fourth week I asked her if she would go out on a date with me on Sunday night. Her face clouded over and she said, "I thought we were friends." I guess I must have looked confused and so she said. "I don't do business with my friends."

Suddenly I understood what she was getting at; she thought I was asking for a business date! "No, that's not what I mean. I was thinking dinner and maybe a movie."

She gave me a big smile and said she would love to. That Sunday we had dinner at Carl's ChopHouse and saw "Tuxedo" with Jackie Chan (her choice, not mine). When I dropped her off at her apartment she gave me a kiss goodnight that, while not exactly passionate, was not sisterly. Our third date was pizza and a couple of Blockbuster videos at my place. About halfway through the second video Donny, who was snuggled up next to me said, "I know you like me or we wouldn't be here so why haven't you made a move on me? Are you afraid of me?"

"No, I'm afraid that you would take it wrong and get up and leave."

She laughed, "I wouldn't keep seeing you if I didn't plan on giving it up" and she pulled off her sweater, unzipped her bra, then looked at me and said, "Well?"

When Donny left me in the morning I was exhausted.

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That began a very weird period in my life. I'd hit the bar between eleven and midnight, watch Donny leave with guys and then she would come back and leave with me. We would then go to either her place or mine and fuck the night away. It was always weird for me because I always knew that, except for Sundays, I wasn't the first, or maybe even the fifth one to be in her pussy that day, but I didn't care. She was always hot, wet and wild and I loved it. My friends couldn't understand why I was spending my time with Donny and there just wasn't anyway I could explain to them that Donny was much more to me than just a great piece of ass.

And how could I explain to anyone that one of the biggest pleasures that I had in being with her was eating her pussy - her cum filled pussy. Donny loved my eating her when she was full of cum and I loved doing it. The first time I did it was on the third night after we started having sex together. We had just gotten to her apartment and she said "Can I ask you for a really big favor" and I told her that she could. "Would you eat me before we make love?" I don't know how many customers she'd had that night - I only saw her leave with two - but the thought of going down on her after even just one man was not something that I cared to dwell on. When I hesitated Donny said:

"Please sweetie, it would mean so much to me."

Somehow I knew that our future relationship depended on my doing what she asked and so I held my nose, so to speak, and went down on her. Much to my surprise it wasn't bad, in fact, I kind of liked it. As I began to get in to it Donny started getting vocal.

"Oh yes sweetie, oh yes, like that baby, just like that. Oh god, you're a keeper. Do you like it honey? Does it taste good? There are five loads in there for you baby, lots to suck out of me. God baby, it feels good, don't stop, don't stop baby, please don't stop. I'll get more for you sweetie, if you like it I'll get you lots more."

My eating her out before making love became part of our routine. One night after we had been keeping company for almost a year Donny said:

"When are you going to marry me and make an honest woman out of me?"

Against the advice of damn near everyone I knew Donny and I were married in a civil ceremony about three weeks later. For the first year our marriage went along just great and Donny and I were very happy together, but then things slowly began to change. The sex, which had been almost non-stop, started to slow down and soon we were in the twice a week mode. This went on for about six months and then all of a sudden Donny seemed to want to fuck all the time again, but for some reason she didn't want me to eat her anymore. Another six months went by and then one afternoon I came home from work early and found Donny in bed with two guys. I notice a small pile of bills on the nightstand and I figured that Donny had gone back to hooking. I cleared my throat to get everybody's attention and then I said:

"Don't mind me, I just need to get a few things."

I went to the closet to get my gym bag. I stuffed a couple of changes of clothing in the bag and went into the bathroom to get my shaving gear. When I came out the two guys were gone and Donny was waiting for me.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting out of here."

"Why?"

"Because you are a whore."

"Bullshit! I was a whore when you married me and you didn't care."

"I didn't care because when I married you, you stopped being a whore and became my wife. Remember? You asked me to make an honest woman out of you? Once you said, "I do" you became my wife and I expected you to stop fucking other guys. My friends were right, once a whore always a whore!"

I'm staying with my brother now and Donny calls two or three times a day, but I don't take the calls. If I do I might get weak minded and go back to her. Maybe after the divorce we can get back together. I don't mind my girlfriend being a whore, but I'll be damned if I'll let my wife be one. On the other hand, I do miss eating that cum filled pussy.

Donna's Videos

Donna's Videos
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

There was a major breakthrough in the negotiations and we were able to wrap things up a day early. I called the airline and booked myself on the 'red-eye', which would put me home, a good twelve hours early. I was really looking forward to seeing Donna, my wife of three years, and to spending three of four days alone with her. We needed to spend some time together because the job had been making major demands on my time of late and Donna was just a tad upset with me for neglecting her.

The flight got in at 3:55a.m. I called the office at satellite parking and they sent someone over to the terminal to pick me up. It was 4:30 before I was on the road for home and the drive took about forty-five minutes so it was almost 5:30 when I got home. I was surprise to find the house lit up like a Christmas tree and there were a couple of strange cars in the drive. I parked in front of the house and went in. I was immediately hit with the heavy smell of pot - a lot of pot. I walked into the living room and saw empty glasses and beer bottles all over the place. The kitchen counter was covered with whiskey, vodka, gin and tequila bottles and when I walked into the dining room I found a naked man passed out on the dining room table.

On my way to the bedroom I saw a foot sticking out from behind the living room sofa and I went to take a look. The foot belonged to a passed out Ann Marie, a red-haired girl who worked with Donna. I had always wondered if she was a real redhead and I was now able to confirm that she was. Her red cunt hairs were trimmed in the shape of a heart - nice tits too.

I found Donna in the bedroom, passed out on the bed with her legs spread wide, and there was cum everywhere - on her tits, face, stomach, and her hairy bush was soaked and matted with dried cum. I noticed our video camera set up on the tripod and pointing at the bed. As I walked around the bed on my way to it I saw a naked man lying on the floor next to the bed. I stepped over him, pushed the selector switch to VCR, hit rewind, waited several seconds and then hit play. I put my eye to the viewfinder and watched as two guys I'd never seen before double teamed Donna. She was on her hands and knees and one guy was fucking her from behind while the second guy was fucking her face. Surprisingly, I wasn't all that pissed about it; my major thought was to wonder at how long this had been going on. I suppose that in the back of my mind I figured someone was laying her during my absences - she was a very sexual person - no way was she going to go without for long periods of time. Was an orgy the accepted thing to do when Roger went away on business trips?

I hit the stop button and ejected the tape and then went to the den where we have a double VCR set up and I copied the tape. That took a little more than a half an hour and when it was done I went back to the bedroom to put the tape back in the camera. As I came up to the door I saw the guy who had been lying by the bed get up, scratch his head and look at Donna lying on the bed. He started jerking his cock and then he crawled up on the bed and stuck his cock in Donna's mouth and started to fuck her face. Donna didn't move - she was really out. When the guy thought that his dick was hard enough he moved down and started to fuck Donna's unconscious body. He pounded into her for a good five minutes before he got his rocks off and Donna just lay there dead to the world. When the guy was done, he rolled off Donna and in minutes he was asleep. I wondered how many other guys had done her while she was passed out. I put the tape back in the camera and left the house.

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My office, as befits a rising mid-level executive, has the standard desk, credenza, small meeting table with four chairs and computer set up. It also has a very comfortable couch and a TV-VCR set up for viewing customer's demo tapes. I took off my shirt and tie and made myself comfy and popped in the tape into the VCR. My bedroom suddenly appeared on the screen with yesterday's date in the lower right corner - the time was 7:05. Ann Marie was lying in the center of the bed and Donna was setting up the camera and talking to her.

"Move a little to the left, that's it. Down a little bit toward the foot of the bed. Good, right there! If nobody touches the fucking thing it will be just right."

Ann Marie asked, "What do you do with all these tapes? Aren't you afraid Roger will find them?"

"Well," said Donna, "To answer your first question, I keep them and watch them when I'm horny and I haven't found anybody to bring home. I get one out and watch it while I use my big rubber dildo on myself. Roger won't find them because he never goes in my closet. I keep them in a shoe box underneath my shoe rack."

The screen went to black and then half a second latter a picture appeared and a naked Donna and her boss, Dave, took center screen and the time was 7:23. Dave licked her pussy for a good five minutes before moving into a sixty-nine and I watched as my beautiful Donna wrapped her red lips around his cock. At 7:33 Donna got on her hands and knees and Dave fucked her from behind. It was 7:39 when Dave said:

"I'm gonna cum baby, where do you want it?"

Donna, gasping for breath, said, "In my mouth - I want it in my mouth."

Dave pulled out of her pussy and moved up toward her face and he was only two inches away from her open mouth when a stream of cum shot from the head of his cock, crossed the gap and went into Donna's open mouth. It was, and still is, the most erotic thing I've ever seen. Half a second later his cock was in her mouth and she was sucking him dry.

The next scene was a surprise. It was Donna and Ann Marie doing a sixty-nine on each other. I'd no idea that Donna was Bi (apparently there was a whole lot about Donna I didn't know). About two minutes into the scene a man came up behind Ann Marie and started fucking her from behind and a minute after that another guy came into the picture and Donna rolled away form Ann Marie, spread her legs, and let the new guy fuck her. There were only two more scenes on the tape - the one where she was taking on the two guys that I'd seen through the viewfinder, and one where Donna was lying on the bed while one man after another fucked her while she giggled drunkenly, "Next!" I don't know how many men she took that way because the tape ran out.

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I called Donna at noon and told her I expected to be home by six and she told me that she was looking forward to seeing me, "I've missed you baby. It's been a long time and I plan to wear you out when you get home."

She met me at the door in my favorite outfit - nylons, garterbelt, and high heels - and then spent the rest of the night trying to fuck me to death. I detected no lack of enthusiasm on her part, she actually did seem happy to have me at home and she was very loving and attentive for the four days we spent together before I had to go back to work. While she was gone shopping one day I found the shoebox full of tapes and I copied them. It took me two weeks to work my way through them and they were a revelation. The oldest was dated almost two years ago, only a year after our wedding and made at a time when things were going great between us. The most recent was the one I'd found in the camera.

Watching the tapes I've seen Donna fuck over a hundred different men (there were a lot more, but I stopped counting at one hundred-six) using her mouth, pussy, and ass. And on more than one occasion I've seen all three of her holes in use at the same time. Donna is not a racist - I watched her with Asians, Latinos and blacks. My favorite is a tape that shows her doing four blacks, two Asians, and a Latino at the same time. Just yesterday I called her at work and was told she had taken a sick day. When I got home I checked the shoebox, and sure enough, it had a new tape. I copied it and then watched as she and Ann Marie fucked their way through fourteen black guys until the tape ran out. I can't even begin to describe how exciting it is to see your wife, with her beautiful, unblemished white skin being sandwiched between three black guys - one in each hole - and how startling the contrast can be between their black skin and her white skin.

Two days ago my plan had been to just let her go on and do her own thing and be a voyeur by way of the tapes, but I've changed my mind. When she comes home tonight she will find me watching her latest tape. It should be interesting to see her reaction. Maybe I should set up the video camera.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

My Best Friend's Husband

My Best Friend's Husband
By: Richbitch

Let me start off by saying that the sex was unbelievable. So hot, so animalistic, so raw that in the throws of the moment, I had forgotten that it was my best friend's husband.

Allie had everything I wanted. Successful career, hot husband, and tons of cash. I, on the other hand, had a dead-end job managing a bookstore (you'd think that would get me into the good graces of publishing houses...not so much), no boyfriend to speak of, and enough money to cover the rent and buy expensive shoes. When Allie and I first became friends, I was the successful one. We met in college, shared a room our freshman year. Allie had just been dumped by her high school boyfriend (I had dumped mine), didn't know what she wanted to do with her life (I wanted to become a publishing icon), and came from a poor family, having the distinct pleasure of getting a full-ride (I had a family with more money then we knew what to do with). I was the one who had boyfriend after boyfriend that year (okay, just three) who would fuck me silly until three in the morning and Allie would spend those nights in the library (voluntarily, I always offered to spend the night in his room).

Then, I made the mistake of introducing Allie to Kenneth. Kenneth was a somewhat awkward guy in my writing class. His goal was to become a world-famous novelist. While I liked him as a friend, I was completely repulsed by him sexually. He couldn't dress himself, he was sloppy, and his hair was so greasy I was afraid to touch it. He was a nice guy and we romanticized about how I would be the person to publish him and we'd make a million dollars- easy. I brought him over to meet Allie and they hit it off right away. I was happy, plus I knew Allie would finally get some and I could stop feeling so guilty. By the time freshman year ended, they were an item. By the time sophomore year started, it felt like five years had passed. Allie suddenly knew what she wanted to do, she was still dating Kenneth, and she still had that free ride and was able to make some side cash working as a barista on campus. Kenneth, on the other hand, had completely changed. Underneath the bad clothes, the greasy hair, and the sloppiness was this man. He suddenly knew how to color-coordinate, wash his hair, and gained some manners. He also had killer arms. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Allie would also suddenly go about bragging how amazing he was in bed. I was suddenly seething with jealousy.

Kenneth and Allie continued dating throughout college, throughout her law school degree, and were engaged the night she graduated. Kenneth had signed a book deal with Randomhouse, something which I am constantly reminded of on a weekly basis, having to stock it at my store. They were married within the year, with me as the maid-of-honor and many thanks for bringing the two of them together. I smiled demurely as they beamed down at me. I had suddenly gone from the lucky one to the sorry one. I could no longer find a boyfriend, barely anyone to screw for fun, and the publishing game had gotten so tough that it was almost pure luck if you found a job. Since I had lost that year out of college, working in a bookstore (the only job I could find), I was suddenly out of the loop. It sucked. Hard.

This brings me to when It happened. I was twenty-nine and depressed that I had yet to find a husband, or even someone to think could potentially be a husband. I met Allie and Kenneth a party one of our friends from college was throwing. It was early when Allie suddenly fell ill. She claimed it was the oysters she had with dinner earlier. She went home early and insisted that Kenneth stay and "have some more fun". He did and we spent the entire night dancing and talking and boozing. At around midnight, the party was over and we were walking down the street, sort of searching for a cab to take back to our respective homes. As we walked, our hands would meet once in a while, brushing against each other. They always swayed back away from each other, but every few moments they would brush against each other again. Kenneth finally flagged down a cab and held the door for me. He gave the driver my address first, since it was on the way to his. On the ride over, we continued talking, mostly me whining about how my career was going nowhere and Kenneth saying he would see what he could do for me. After all, he had brought them millions of dollars (of which he only saw thousands...that's the way it works), he had to have some pull, right? I laughed, patted his leg, and thanked him.

I didn't quite remove my hand from his knee right away. It sort of lingered there for a moment or two too long. I finally removed it when I realized what I did. We got to my building and Kenneth paid the driver and said he'd walk me up. "What about finding another cab?" I asked. "I can walk if I must, it's not that far." I allowed him to come up with me and when we got to my door, he leaned in to kiss my cheek. Only, I turned my face at the wrong (or should I say right?) time and it landed on my mouth. "Sorry," I said, sounding genuinely remorseful. I suggested that we try it again, and this time I made damn sure that kiss landed on my lips again. The kiss lasted a little longer than it should have, just as my hand. "Why don't you come in for some coffee? You could use some sobering up," I told him. He accepted, almost hesitantly, and we headed inside. While making the coffee, I poured him another drink. "Maybe we could just talk a little more," I suggested. This time, he was definitely hesitant. He gingerly took the glass and set it down on the table. I sat next to him on the couch and picked our conversation up where it had lagged in the car. Soon enough, Kenneth had finished his drink and I was pouring him another one, despite the coffee being more than ready for consumption. Two drinks later we were laughing long and hard about something that happened all those years ago in the writing class. I leaned in to emphasize a point, my hand on his knee, my mouth by his, and before I knew it, we were kissing. Hard. I scooted closer, not breaking the kiss, and pressed my body against his. He was still in terrific shape and those killer arms wrapped themselves around me, his hands pushing the small of my back closer to him.

The kiss deepened and I knew it was going to happen. I was going to have sex with my best friend's husband. There was something that I could do about it, something I should do about it, and yet I didn't want to. Kenneth's kisses were intoxicating. His hands felt so great pressing into my back. We slipped back and suddenly we were making out with me on top of him on my couch. My legs straddled him as our kisses became feverish and sloppy. His hands moved from my back to my front, unbuttoning my shirt while we kissed. My own fingers found his buttons and we were now undressing each other. He had trouble with one of the buttons and said, "Fuck it, if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right." Kenneth ripped the shirt off me, popping the remaining two buttons and I shrugged it off my shoulders and threw it onto the coffee table, knocking over an empty glass. The remaining gin crawled precariously to the rim, but I didn't care because now Kenneth had begun kissing me again and my mission was clear. Fuck each other's brains out. Like Allie had told me they had done plenty of times in college. I finished unbuttoning his shirt and broke our kiss to kiss his chest, decorated with soft, curly hair. It wasn't too much, but rather just enough to be manly. I kissed his neck as his hands found my bra clasp. He undid it and stripped the bra from my body. I sat up straight and let him get a good look at my perfect chest. "Oh, Ana..." he sighed, cupping each of my 36C breasts and rubbing his strong thumbs over my pink nipples. I sighed as his fingers continued their dance along my nipples and breasts. I wanted him, bad. I could feel his cock coming to life as I straddled him. I slid down his legs a little further and unbuttoned his khakis, searching for that large cock Allie had bragged about on so many occasions.

I fished his cock out of his pants and began stroking him softly as his fingers continued their own assault on my body. We moaned together as our passion and intensity increased. I bent down and pressed my lips against his cock head. Allie had mentioned how he likes a slow, sexy start instead of just engulfing it at once. I slowly flicked my tongue over the top of his cock while I slowly parted my lips. I took him in, bit by bit, while he groaned and gripped the couch. I licked the underside of the shaft while I took him in further. I had now fully deep-throated him and was tugging on his balls gently, wanting to bring him to the brink of cumming without actually doing it. I wanted him to have the most powerful orgasm deep inside me as possible. When he started to alert me, I immediately stopped and slowly pulled all of him out of my mouth. "Oh, Ana," he sighed again, "why'd you stop?" I didn't answer him, but rather, kissed my way back up his manly chest and kissed his neck while he ran his hands up my body.

He grabbed my breasts again, and twisted my nipples between his thumb and middle finger. "Kenneth, don't stop," I moaned. He didn't, but pulled slightly harder, making me shiver and sigh. We continued like that for a little while, him playing with my sensitive breasts, me kissing his neck and rubbing my crotch around his very stiff cock. I was still wearing my skirt and he was still wearing his pants, but it didn't matter. I felt beneath my skirt and shifted my thong to the side and slid my pussy onto his cock. I didn't push him in, yet, but felt his very large cock at the brink of my entrance. He moved his hand and pulled my breast into his mouth and sucked in my nipple. I stifled another moan and smeared my juices on the tip of his cock using my cunt. "Fuck me, Ana. Do it," he whispered into my tit. I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me until he thrust deep inside my walls. "Oh, shit, Ana!" he sighed, raking his teeth along my nipple sensually. I shuddered and pulled his cock in further using my walls. I gripped him tighter and we both started to moan and groan as I made the friction as great as possible. I started to slip him in and out slowly and soon he was meeting me with his own thrusts and we were fucking like wild animals. This was the moment that I forgot that Kenneth was married to my best friend. From here on out, he was some unattached man bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy. Our moans turned into grunts as we fucked each other. I rode him hard as he sucked in my other nipple and grabbed my hips to turn our sex into pure rapture. "Oh, Kenneth!" I shouted, feeling his cock twitch deep inside me. "Ana! Oh, fuck! Ana! Come on, harder!" He shouted right back. I pounded on his cock harder and then, he grabbed my hips and thrust his cock deep inside me, deeper than I think anyone before, and so hard that I thought my pelvis might actually break. It was actually painful for a second. Right before he shot his load deep inside my womb. He yelled furiously into the air as stream after stream of his cum shot powerfully into my cunt. I felt his warm fluid fill me and surround his cock inside me and I screamed my own orgasm, our juices mixing for the first time. While Kenneth continued to shoot his load inside me, he sucked my tit back into his mouth and bit down hard. I yelled again and another orgasm tore through my body.

When his orgasm finally came to a closer, I sat on top of him, letting him look at my body, waiting for his cock to shrink. I kept my grip on it as tight as I could while it deflated. I looked down and saw what we had just done. My skirt was punched up around my waist, my thong thrust to the side, his pants unbuckled and unzipped, his cock poking up over his boxer-briefs, them barely pushed down past his pelvis. I was disappointed. I had betrayed my best friend for this? As Kenneth returned to his normal size, I stood up and took off my skirt. "Eat me," I ordered, stripped off my thong. He grabbed my ass and did as I told him to. He sucked our mixture out of my pussy and nibbled on my clit. He worked his finger inside my slit while his tongue worked on my clit. His finger turned into two and they started fucking me and bringing me closer to another orgasm. I stopped him before I came and I knelt down to suck his cock back into my mouth. It was getting hard again. I brought him back to his full potential and then stood him up. He took off his pants, along with his shoes, and underwear. I started to take off my own heels when he stopped me. We enveloped each other in another embrace as our kissing continued, tasting each other on our tongues. I guided him back into my bedroom and pushed him on the bed and straddled him again. As I was about to push his cock back inside me, he stopped. I froze in horror, thinking he had suddenly gained a conscious and was telling me that he couldn't do this to Allie. Nope. Instead, he rolled on top of me and teased me with his cock, probing at my entrance, but never pushing it in. "Oh, fuck, Kenneth!" I finally yelled, getting really frustrated. He plunged his cock deep inside of me and I screamed in pleasure. He drove it in and out of me for a little while before he pulled out completely. "What?" I barked. "Dresser," he returned. He pulled me off the bed and then pushed me against the side of my dresser. I spread my legs and he rammed his cock back inside of me. At first his hands were at my hips, making them meet his own thrusts, but then then inched north and grabbed onto my breasts to play with my nipples while we fucked. He came again, pushing his cock as deep as he could inside me and arching my back. I came as his orgasm filled my body once more. He gave my ass a slight spank as another stream loaded me.

He pulled out of me and our breathing returned to normal as I still stood hunched over my dresser, legs spread, and cum dripping from my pussy. "I guess I should get going," he said. "It's getting late. Allie might..." I turned around and fingered my pussy, feeling our juices together, making a perfect blend. "she might get suspicious," I finished for him. "You should shower," I told him, removing my finger. He nodded and I pointed to the bathroom. He headed in there and I fell onto my bed, thinking about what just happened. Instead of feeling guilty, I felt turned on. Allie had it all, she could share a little, right? I started to play with my nipples and then my fingers headed south as I began to fuck myself. Instead of cumming right away, I slowed down and thought about it. I smiled and took off my shoes and stepped into the bathroom. I opened the glass door and looked at Kenneth naked. He was hard again as he was stroking himself. "I thought you'd never come," he said, kissing my neck. "I've cum twice already, Kenneth. Care to make it three?" He closed the glass door and grabbed my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed his cock to penetrate me a third time that night. We yelled loudly as I gripped and relaxed my muscles around his throbbing cock. I undulated as his hands pressed against my bathroom wall. The water beat down hard on us as we continued our affair. I grabbed his shoulders and used it as leverage as I fucked him slow and hard. We were moaning and grunting together, groaning each other's names as I felt another orgasm swell through my body. I was building up a fourth orgasm when Kenneth yelled my name mightily and his last orgasm careened deep inside my body. I loved the feeling of his nectar filling my womb and uniting with mine. Our pants slowed down and he let me fall gracefully back to the floor. "Don't leave me hanging," I said. I was unable to completely get back to another orgasm, though I was certainly close. Kenneth got on his knees and spread my legs, licking my thighs and then bringing his tongue to my happy place. He pushed his tongue inside me and tasted our juices and then licked the front of my wall while stroking my clit. I came instantly and he caught my cum. "Thank you," I said. My legs were trembling as he stood up.

We washed each other off and I got dressed in a bathrobe. I gave him another drink while he got dressed into his regular clothes again. I handed him that cup of coffee he was supposed to get in the first place. "There," I said, kissing his neck, "no outright lies. You brought me home and stopped in for some coffee after some major drinking tonight." He tried a smile, but I knew the moment was already gone. His guilt was already building. I already knew the words before they came out. "This can never happen again."

I told him I knew and we said goodbye. I received a phone call not thirty seconds later. It was Allie. "Do you know where Kenneth is?" she asked. "He just left my place," I told her calmly. "He came over for some coffee. Try to sober up." She said that she tried his cell, but no one picked up. I looked at the clock. It was one-thirty. "He must have not heard it, we were still rocking out to some Bruce," I told her, then I worked up the courage to ask, "How many times did you try?" She laughed and said only once, but figured it was something like that. I smiled and hung up, telling her he was on his way home now. She didn't suspect a thing.

Work Troubles

Work Troubles
By: Race (race_1962@yahoo.com)

Work Troubles

by Race

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"Cindy, I'm in trouble."

With those four words, Dan finally reached a decision. His boss was blackmailing him and he could think of no other solution other than to confess everything to his wife.

"What kind of trouble?" Cindy asked. She knew by the look on her husband's face that it was serious.

"It could cost me my job, our life, everything." Dan said plainly.

"Tell me everything," Cindy said, taking Dan's hands into hers.

He found it difficult to start but eventually he poured the whole story out to his wife.

"About four weeks ago Bill called me in for a late meeting," he began.

Bill was his boss and he and Dan had a bit of a strained relationship. Everyone called him "Big Bill" and his reputation among the staff was intimidating. Everything about him was "big", hence the nickname. He was the company leader in sales, he drove his team hard to make their quarterly targets and he was a rising star in the corporation. Everything he touched turned to gold and he was the toughest boss Dan had ever worked for. He had a reputation as a ladies man and if the rumors were true, he earned the nickname "Big Bill" for reasons other than business.

Dan shifted slightly in his chair and continued his story.

"He told me that he looked at my quarterly sales figures and found a problem. I had fudged some numbers on a potential order from a customer and he discovered the discrepancy. It's something I've done before and I always managed to make it work out, but this time the customer cancelled the entire order right at the end of the quarter, but I let the order stand. I don't know why I did it, but he's so hard on people who don't make their targets and I was positive the order would go through. I know others who have done it and I just didn't want him hounding me like he's done to others that don't make their quotas. He's been known to fire people just to light a fire under the rest of the sales team and I didn't want to give him the opportunity to make an example out of me. It was dumb, I know, but I didn't think I'd get caught."

"Are you going to be fired?" Cindy asked with concern.

"That depends," said Dan quietly.

"On what?" Cindy asked.

"On you." Dan said.

"I don't understand," said Cindy.

Dan took a deep breath and told his wife what Bill was demanding.

"Bill said he would forgive the deception and allow me to keep my job if he could spend one evening with you."

Cindy opened her mouth in surprise but was unable to speak. After a few agonizing moments, she finally responded.

"You can't be serious!" she said.

"I'm afraid so. He's given me two weeks to accept. If I don't, I'm out the door." Dan said.

Cindy sat stunned for a full minute. Her mind was reeling at the thought of her husband out of work. She never really considered the alternative.

"What are we going to do?" Cindy finally asked.

Dan looked at his wife but said nothing.

"Forget it!" Cindy said, her voice rising in anger. "I can't believe you would even consider that, I'm your wife! You think I'd let some man "have me" to save your job?! Especially him, I can not stand the sight of that man! Just seeing him makes my stomach turn."

Dan knew what she was referring to. At the company Christmas party Bill paid quite a bit of attention to Cindy and asked her to dance several times. Near the end of the evening Cindy had asked to leave and she seemed quite flustered. During the drive home she told Dan that Bill's hands had been wandering and that he intentionally grabbed her butt and gave it a firm squeeze. She was quite upset but didn't make a scene, as she didn't want to cause her husband any problems with his boss.

"I don't know what else to do," Dan said. "I've tried to reason with him but he just won't listen. He just keeps reminding me on how many days I have left."

"Can't you report him or talk to somebody?" Cindy asked.

"Who do you think they would believe? The star salesman who brings in the big accounts, or me?" Dan said.

Cindy looked at her husband and felt a wave of sympathy roll over her. She loved him deeply and would do anything to help, but not this.

They talked late into the evening, discussing other job opportunities, never entertaining the possibility of accepting Bill's terms. They went to bed with no resolution in sight, each lost in their own thoughts.

Dan got up quietly at two in the morning, and went down to the kitchen for a small snack. He thought back on his initial conversation with Bill and some of the facts he didn't share with Cindy.

***

"You've got a choice Dan at least I'm giving you a chance to save your job," Bill said with a smirk.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Dan said, sure of his instinct.

"Yes I have," said Bill. "It gives me so much pleasure to see a woman give herself up to save her man and then end up loving what I do to them. I've had lots of women, pal and it never fails to get me off. I have wanted Cindy the moment that I saw her and I was just waiting for you to make a mistake."

Dan shook his head slowly from side to side. He couldn't believe what was happening to him.

"I might as well quit now, there's no way out," he said quietly.

"Don't be so sure Dan. You haven't even asked her yet." Bill said.

"I don't intend to," said Dan. "First, she'd never agree and second, I'd never put her in harm's way, I don't trust you for a minute."

Bill smiled.

"Well, on the first point, don't assume anything when it comes to a woman and second, she'd be perfectly safe. You'll get to watch the whole thing."

Dan snapped his head up at that last remark.

"What do you mean, I get to watch?" He asked.

"Simple," Bill replied. "Here's how it works: You drop her off at my place then go to the back of the house. There's a separate entrance to my basement where I have a few viewing monitors of my bedroom. You can observe the entire evening from there to make sure she's safe."

Bill moved closer to Dan and spoke softly.

"I won't harm Cindy in any way Dan. She might be there initially under duress, but I guarantee I won't force myself on her. You might be surprised on how things turn out. I am pretty sure she will end up liking it..a lot."

Dan couldn't believe he was actually discussing the possibility that he might go through with this crazy plan.

"I know Cindy better than anyone, there's absolutely no way she would ever agree to this!" Dan said, his voice rising.

"I've heard men say that about their wives before," Bill grinned. "But things seem to change once they get a look at Big Bill."

"What do you mean?" Dan asked, although he was pretty sure he knew.

"C'mon Dan, you're a sharp lad," Bill said plainly. He watched Dan's face carefully, and then continued to speak softly.

"I have this theory that most husbands are a little self conscious about what's hanging between their legs, that maybe they aren't as big as most men, that maybe their wives secretly wish they were larger, that there is some part of her that aches to be penetrated fully and deeply."

Dan felt a little weak at those words. He tried to mask his feelings but he was an easy read.

"Hit close to home, Dan?" Bill said with a smile.

"I know most men take heart in the old saying that "it's not what you have but how you use it", but believe me that is not totally true. As you've guessed, I've got plenty of experience and I know otherwise. Think of it from her perspective, I bet she has only been with you, doesn't she deserve one time to feel the difference? To see for herself if size really does matter?"

Dan shifted in his chair, not at all comfortable with what he was hearing. Bill sat back and delivered the line that shook Dan to his core.

"I guarantee Cindy will spread her legs willingly and beg me to fuck her by the end of the night."

Dan jumped out of his chair and moved swiftly to the door.

"Fuck you!" He said with real venom as he left Bill's office, slamming the door hard.

On the drive home Dan tried to rid his mind of the images that Bill planted there but he couldn't. The image of his wife spreading her legs under Bill and asking to be fucked was seared into his brain. Adding to his turmoil was the fact that he was as hard as a rock.

Over the next seven days, Dan racked his brain trying to figure a way out of Bill's trap. He thought of resigning, turning Bill in, begging for another chance, none of it worked.

Finally, exhausting all options, he told Cindy of his dilemma. Not that he expected her to help but she'd have to know sooner or later when he was out of a job. It was a relief to share his burden with Cindy, as there was truly no one else with whom he could talk to on this.

***

Cindy spent the next few days in a fog. She couldn't believe what was happening to them. She went to work strictly through long habit; unable to concentrate on details, her mind returning again and again to the trap Dan's boss had set.

She had moved through several stages since Dan told her the news. Outrage, anger, disbelief. One part of her wanted to help her husband in any way she could while another part was angry that he let himself get into this mess in the first place. Her practical side began to figure how they would manage until Dan found another job. With a son still in University and a daughter heading toward marriage, she found it difficult to imagine not having the means to support them.

Slowly, she began to think about what might happen if she agreed to the terms of Bill's blackmail. It was only one night and all their problems would be solved. Or would they? How would Dan react? How would it affect their marriage? Could she even go through with it?

As the deadline approached, she found herself thinking about this option more and more. She was sexually inexperienced when she married Dan but she grew to really enjoy that side of their relationship. Her husband was a marvelous lover as far as she was concerned, but she really didn't have anything to compare him with. She just couldn't imagine letting another man do the things that Dan did with her.

***

It was only two days to Bill's deadline and neither Cindy nor Dan had any solution. They talked about other job prospects, about how long their savings might last, about everything except the obvious. Dan didn't dare press his wife. He knew it really wasn't an option.

That night, Cindy peeked in on her husband and saw him looking over the help wanted ads in the newspaper. Her heart went out to him as she saw the worry in his face. Dan looked up at her and tried to wipe the worried expression from his face. It didn't work.

Cindy paused for a moment and then asked the question that would change their lives forever.

"What would I have to do?"

Dan looked at his lovely wife, not trusting himself to speak. He knew her so well but he was astonished she would actually consider Bill's terms.

Cindy walked toward her husband and put her arms around him from behind his chair. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"It's only one night, right? It won't mean anything and we can have our lives back again. I'll always love you and nothing can change that." Cindy said.

Dan stood up and hugged his wife tightly. He knew once her mind was made up, she wouldn't back down. He also knew that he would be there to see it all. He shifted his hips slightly back so she wouldn't feel him getting hard.

The next day, Dan waited until the last possible minute before making his way to Bill's office. He poked his head inside the big corner office.

"Got a minute?" He said, like he was going to discuss some sales matter.

"Sure," said Bill, a slight smile crossing his face. "Not many companies hiring out there right now, recession is a bitch, huh?"

"Ok..." Dan said.

"Ok what?" said Bill.

"Cindy has agreed, to...uh?" Dan couldn't find the words.

"Excellent! You've made the right decision Dan. I think you'll be surprised how things work out."

Dan ignored the remark.

"How do you want to do this?" he asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

"Next Saturday you'll drop Cindy off at my house at seven o'clock. You wait for ten minutes then enter through a back door that leads to my "observation" room." Bill said with a smile. I'll draw you a little map. Cindy doesn't know you'll be watching, does she?"

"No", said Dan.

"Good," said Bill. "It's much better that way. Between now and then you are not to have sex with her. If you do, then I'll know and the deal is off. I want her in the dress she wore at the Christmas party and her sexiest underwear. Is that clear?"

"Yes," said Dan weakly. He moved to the door.

"Don't worry Dan. I meant what I said before. I won't harm her in any way, but she's mine for the night, remember that."

Dan nodded and left the office quickly.

It was five days until the big night and Cindy and Dan spent those five days on pins and needles.

For Dan, he was an emotional mess. He was relieved that he would still have a job, but obviously worried about Cindy. Part of him wanted to call it off and he came close to doing so, but couldn't face the consequences. Another part of him was wondering what it would be like to watch his wife in the arms of another man, especially one with a big cock. It was a private worry of his that he never really measured up for Cindy. Not that she would say anything as she had no one to compare him with, but he knew at four and a half inches hard, he was smaller than average. How would his wife react to "Big Bill"?

For Cindy, it all seemed unreal. She had promised to let another man "have" her to save her husband's job. She had a hard time imagining what it might be like and how she would respond. Odd thoughts crowded her mind. Would he think she was sexy? Would he be disappointed? Was she any good in bed? What would Bill expect from her? Was she supposed to play along or just endure the humiliation of being forced into sex? She even tortured herself with images of Bill "taking" her, no be honest with yourself she thought, he's going to fuck me and I have to go along.

Finally, Saturday arrived. Dan held to the agreement and didn't touch Cindy over the five days. Oddly, he knew she wanted him badly but he explained about Bill's rules and they agreed that they shouldn't take a chance.

After a light dinner, Cindy excused herself to take a bath. It felt so odd to Dan to see his wife getting cleaned up for another man. He knocked lightly on the bathroom door when he knew she was in the tub.

"Cindy..I..uh..Bill had some suggestions on what you were to wear." He said in a halting voice.

Dan told Cindy about Bill's request for the dress and sexy underwear and he wasn't surprised to see her pick out a set of Victoria's Secret panties and bra. The panties were white and almost shear and he could clearly make out the contours of Cindy's pussy. The bra nicely displayed her more than ample breasts, pushing them out and up. A simple dark blue dress revealing a hint of cleavage with a long zipper in back completed the outfit. Cindy grew up very conservative and was not used to displaying herself outside the home.

It was only a short drive to Bill's house and there was little conversation between Dan and Cindy on the ride there. Each was lost in their thoughts.

When Dan pulled into Bill's driveway, he waited for Cindy to say something. He reached for her hand and realized she was shaking with fear.

"You can still change your mind, we can find a way out somehow." Dan said.

Cindy thought for a moment and almost agreed, but then thought about all the expenses ahead of them. She straightened her shoulders and leaned over to kiss her husband on the cheek.

"It's only one night, it won't mean a thing." It was almost a mantra.

Cindy stepped out of the car and made her way unsteadily to the front door. She didn't look back.

As fast as he could, Dan parked two blocks away and sprinted through the alley Bill showed him. He easily found the right backyard and let himself in through the gate. He quickly walked down to the basement door and let himself in.

It was dimly lit, with a light coming from a room at the back of the basement. As Dan entered the room he saw a small love seat that faced four large monitors. Dan sat on the couch and followed the instructions on the remote to turn each monitor on. The view covered every angle of Bill's bedroom and Dan was a bundle of nerves as his eyes studied the various viewing angles. Dan noticed that Bill had left a box of tissues and a large tube of KY on the coffee table. Dan hated on how well Bill understood him.

***

Cindy fidgeted and looked around before she pushed the doorbell, ready to run at the slightest provocation. She truly had no idea what to expect.

Bill answered the door wearing an immaculate Armani suit that probably cost more than Cindy made in a month. At six feet four, and two-hundred-thirty pounds, Bill knew his size intimidated some people and he moved quickly to try and put her at ease.

"Come in Cindy," Bill said with a smile. "I've been looking forward to this evening for some time."

Cindy's face betrayed no emotion as she stepped inside the large house. She decided to play her role exactly as agreed, no more, no less. She would spend the evening with Bill and do as she was asked but there would be nothing more. Absolutely nothing. She knew she was not going to give him the satisfaction of showing any signs of enjoying this.

"I can't say that I've been looking forward to it," said Cindy icily.

Bill grimaced at bit at her tone and realized he had some work to do to wear her down. He took enormous pleasure fucking these women in front of their watching husbands. He enjoyed playing with them, teasing them, making them act like sluts in front of their shocked partners. The more the women tried to resist or hide their arousal, the better it was in the end.

From the moment she stepped into his arms at the company dance, he knew that he wanted to have Cindy. He knew he was taking enormous risks with his career by blackmailing husbands in order to fuck their wives, but he was addicted to the thrill. He thought Cindy had the potential to be the best conquest yet.

Bill escorted Cindy toward his study. She moved stiffly but with purpose.

"Please don't be angry with me Cindy. You should be flattered that I went to all this trouble just to spend a night with you?" Cindy quickly cut him off.

"Let's get this straight, mister. I think what you're doing to my husband is disgraceful. I think what you're... she faltered a moment, ..planning to do to me is just short of rape. If we could have figured a way to beat you at your own game, you'd be behind bars right now." Cindy finished with a flourish, her eyes flashing in anger.

"But you're here." Bill said, quietly.

Cindy lowered her eyes and lost some of her defiance at the comment.

"Yes", she said in a low voice.

"You and Dan have agreed to my terms, no?" Bill asked.

"Yes," Cindy said.

"You're going to spend the evening with me and do whatever I want, no?" Bill continued.

"Yes," Cindy answered, her voice trailing off.

Bill shrugged his shoulders with his palms out as if to say, "So, what are we talking about?"

"I just wanted you to know how I feel," said Cindy.

Bill moved toward Cindy and stood tall before her. He moved his hand under her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Before this night is over, you will experience a level of sexual ecstasy you've never known before. Even if it's only for a few hours, you'll forget all about your life outside these walls and beg for me to take you again and again. You'll have what you've always needed but never had."

Cindy stared into Bill's eyes, a little frightened by what he said. She knew he meant every word. His confidence made her even more nervous.

Bill moved to the bar.

"Drink?" He asked.

"I don't drink," said Cindy, although she almost wished she did. God knows she needed something to get through this evening.

"I'd like you to try something." Bill said, reaching for a bottle of Kahlua, the coffee flavored liqueur.

"I told you, I don't drink!" Cindy said with a little more force.

Bill just smiled and mixed ice, milk and Kahlua in a glass. The drink combination tasted exactly like a chocolate milkshake. Most women, even those who didn?t drink alcohol, seemed to find the flavor pleasing. Bill liked it because the drink hid the high alcoholic content of the liqueur.

"Just try a sip, if you don't like it, that's ok," said Bill.

Cindy reached for the glass and took a small sip. To her surprise, it was quite pleasant. She looked at Bill and gave a slight nod.

"I knew you'd like it," he said with a smile. "Let me give you a tour of the place," he said, taking Cindy's hand.

They walked around the house for about fifteen minutes and it truly was a lovely home. Cindy noted the lack of a woman's touch in the decorating.

She found herself relaxing a bit, perhaps from the drink or the fact that Bill was far from the overbearing jerk that she remembered from the company party.

"Here's the master bedroom," Bill said with a flourish as he opened the double French doors and turned on the lights.

Cindy jumped a little when he said bedroom and walked slowly inside. Despite the circumstances, she marveled at the size of the room. It had an in-room Jacuzzi, a large marble fireplace and a huge mirror that looked over the largest bed she had ever seen.

***

Dan jumped up from his viewing place in a panic when he heard them come into the bedroom. He couldn't believe the view that these cameras gave him. Dan wondered how Bill hid them. Dan was surprised to find a drink in Cindy's hand.

Dan shook his head in amazement as he took in the same room as Cindy. He could barely make out the bed until the lights came on and now he grudgingly gave credit to Bill for the set- up. From his viewing area, he could comfortably look down on the bed, almost as if he was sitting on the headboard. He also had a clear view of the room with only the bathroom out of his sight. He looked down on the surface of the bed and swallowed with difficulty. His wife would be laid out there tonight, and another man was going to fuck her not less than ten feet in front of him.

***

Cindy moved about the large bedroom, amazed at its size. Her gaze moved to the large bed and she paused and took a long sip of her drink. Even though Bill made the drink quite strong and she rarely drank alcohol, the mixture went down smooth and she could feel the warmth flooding through her body.

Bill moved to a small built-in console and touched a button. Soft music filled the room.

"Care to dance Cindy?" Bill asked.

"Here we go." thought Cindy to herself. She drained her glass and put it on the dresser shelf. She turned and waited for him.

Bill moved toward Cindy and took her in his arms in a comfortable embrace. He could feel Cindy shaking with nerves as they slowly started to move to the music.

After about a minute, Cindy felt herself relax just a bit. Perhaps it was the drink but she was a little confused by Bill's seemingly good manners. He was acting the perfect gentleman.

As the music played on she felt one of Bill's hand drift toward her ass. Almost as a reflex, she pulled back from him.

Bill looked into her eyes.

"Have you forgotten our deal?" He asked.

"Hardly," Cindy said with a trace of sarcasm. The relaxed feeling disappeared as Bill again embraced her.

As she expected, Bill's hands drifted back down to her ass as they continued to dance slowly. She submitted to his fondling but held herself stiff and unresponsive. Although his touch was light and gentle it was a long time since any man besides Dan touched her like this.

"Relax, Cindy," cooed Bill softly. "Just let yourself relax and I promise you won't regret it."

Cindy moved her head back to face him. Bill continued to run his hands over her ass.

"How can you say that?" Cindy said. "You've blackmailed my husband and forced me to let you..," she couldn't finish.

"Have my way with you" Bill said laughing. "Can't bring yourself to say what you're here for Cindy?"

Cindy moved back into his arms and didn't respond.

Bill whispered in her ear.

"I've wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you," he said with passion. "I knew this was the only way I could get you. Conservative woman, mother, wife. I think there's a hot woman underneath all that, a woman who needs a man like me to bring it out. A man who can touch those areas your husband had never been, make you come harder than you ever have before, unleash that sexy little slut that lies deep within every woman."

Cindy blushed as Bill continued to speak softly in her ear.

"Ever have a large man Cindy?" Bill said. "Ever wondered what it's like to be truly and deeply fucked, to be filled in those places you wish your husband could reach but can't? I bet there are times when you orgasm that you wished there was more inside you. I bet a part of you has always wondered if size would matter to you."

Cindy had never been talked to like this, but she knew she was trapped. Bill wasn't a gentleman at all, it was all an act. She closed her eyes and remained silent.

Bill placed both hands on Cindy's ass and pulled her against his groin.

"Can you feel what you're doing to me Cindy?" Bill said. "Can you feel what's going to be inside of you tonight?"

Cindy was shocked at what she felt rubbing against her. It felt hard as iron and impossibly long. She submitted to his grinding motion partially because she had no choice and partially out of wonder. With her eyes closed she concentrated on what she was feeling against her stomach and started to tremble.

She pulled back out of his embrace, flustered and shaking with thoughts of what lay ahead.

"Can I use the bathroom," she asked haltingly.

"Certainly," said Bill.

Cindy couldn't help but take a quick glace down between Bill's legs. The obvious bulge looked cruel and powerful.

Bill saw her look and smiled. Cindy knew he saw her glance and was embarrassed. She quickly retreated into the bathroom and shut the door.

***

Dan watched from his perch in the basement. He was a bundle of emotions as he watched Bill with his wife. He was transfixed by the sight of another man fondling his wife and felt powerless to act. He was ashamed to admit to himself that beyond his concern for Cindy's safety, it turned him on.

He wondered if Cindy was going to change her mind. Was her trip to the bathroom an excuse to get away from him? Was she getting herself ready, just like they were at home in their own bedroom? Would she come out ready to flee, or ready to..uh.. he couldn't finish the thought.

Dan turned his attention to Bill who was undressing beside the bed, taking his time. When he was down to his underwear, Dan glanced down between his legs and was awed by what he saw. Surely that can't be real, he thought. He felt like a little boy compared to Bill. He watched as Bill slipped on a silk robe and was annoyed by his confident air. Bill looked up at the camera and winked. Dan sat down like he'd taken a blow to the stomach.

***

Cindy leaned against the bathroom vanity and tried to still her shaking arms. My god, she thought, how big was he? How could she possibly go through with this? Her legs were trembling as she tried to regain her composure. There was a slight twitch between her legs that she tried to ignore. What was happening to her?

She looked at herself in the mirror. "It's only one night, it won't mean anything. Dan will not know what we did tonight. I just need to get through this. I know I can get through it," she whispered to herself.

She straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath, then turned to open the door.

Both men turned to look at the door as Cindy re-entered the room.

"Oh!" She said quietly when she saw that Bill had undressed and put on a robe.

"Can we finish that dance now?" Bill said, holding out his arms.

Cindy moved woodenly into his arms and they started to move slowly around the bedroom. She immediately felt his bulge again, there was no escaping it.

"Just relax Cindy, just go with it," cooed Bill as his hand wandered down to her ass again.

Cindy laid her head on his shoulder and resigned to let him do as he wished.

Bill moved his right hand to the zipper on Cindy's dress. With one steady practiced move, he pulled it completely down.

Cindy moved closer to Bill in an effort to keep the dress from falling to her feet. It also brought her harder against the bulge under his robe.

Bill stepped back and gently pulled the dress off Cindy's shoulders. It fell to the floor.

Cindy stopped the pretense of dancing and stood there in her white satin panties and matching, deep plunge bra.

"You've got a great body sweetie," said Bill. He reached out and traced the cups of her bra. "Turn around for me, please".

Cindy reluctantly turned around exposing her perfect, panty covered ass, lifted up by her high heels. Cindy feared Bill was going to go straight to removing her bra exposing her breasts to him. Cindy felt Bill's hand on her clasp, but instead of unfastening it he lifted the size tag.

"I have often debated what size bra you would wear, I was pretty sure that you were at least a C-cup, but you always wore clothes that hid this awesome asset of yours. Hmm, 36D, you are definitely gifted, Cindy. A woman built like you deserves to have a man that is similarly gifted, don't you think?" Bill whispered.

Bill stayed behind Cindy to keep her guessing and enjoying his position.

"You are so beautiful and sexy, you are a very desirable woman that any man would want," said Bill. Bill was working on Cindy's psyche and her body at the same time. With both hands he slowly reached in front of Cindy and traced the outline of each bra cup, careful not to touch her nipples. Cindy felt a blush from her neck to her chest. She had never felt so exposed before. Only Dan had touched her like this.

Bill was taking his time with Cindy and gently massaged her back helping her to relax and feel comfortable. Bill and Cindy were facing a camera giving Dan a front row seat on what Bill was doing to his wife. Bill enjoyed knowing how it had to be driving Dan horny and nuts at the same time watching another man run his hands all over his wife's hot body.

Bill trailed one finger slowly down Cindy's stomach and lightly fingered the seam of her panties. Cindy was breathing deeply now, sure that he was going to put his hand inside. Instead, he kept his hand outside her panties and moved a finger toward her covered slit.

Bill started to move his aching cock against Cindy's ass while his finger moved lightly up and down the front of her panties. His touch was so light she could barely feel it but there was no mistaking what she was feeling against her ass.

Bill started a small rotation of his hips and he continued to play with Cindy outside her thin, slippery panties.

"Can you feel that Cindy?" He whispered in her ear. "Can you feel what I'm going to fuck you with?"

"Please, don't talk like that?" Cindy breathed.

"Not tonight Cindy, this isn't some Saturday night with Dan, you're here to get fucked. By the time we're finished, I'll have you asking for more. I can guarantee that!"

"No, no." Cindy said, eyes closed, shaking her head slowly.

Dan stared hard at the monitor. He saw it plainly. Bill felt it on his finger and smiled. The front part of Cindy's panties were starting to get wet, you could easily make out her wet spot through the material.

With his other hand, Bill deftly unsnapped the back of Cindy's bra. Her eyes opened briefly in surprise but she closed them again and leaned slightly back, waiting for him to expose her breasts. Bill didn't try to remove her bra but just kept lightly brushing his finger up and down the front of Cindy's panties while pushing his cock against her ass.

Dan watched intently as the bra straps on his wife's shoulders started to fall down her arms. His eyes widened in surprise as he thought he detected a slight movement of Cindy's hips toward the finger that was teasing her slit. The wet spot on her panties had grown. Bill was taking his time and playing his wife like a fine instrument.

"You're so hot Cindy," Bill said with heat. He pressed his hand firmly against Cindy's covered pussy and was rewarded with a low groan. "You're wet, you're pussy is just aching for cock, a big cock, my cock."

"No, no." Cindy kept mumbling with her eyes closed. Cindy defenses were quickly washing away and her body was betraying her and she knew it.

Cindy breasts were almost totally exposed now, Bill's constant motion caused her straps to fall down her arms. Now, he took both hands and moved them to the cups. Cindy kept her eyes closed but she couldn't ignore the large bulge still pressing against her ass. Feeling his hardness against her ass excited her in new ways.

Slowly, as if opening treasure, Bill lowered the bra and exposed Cindy's breasts. Her nipples, already stiff, seemed to grow even harder once exposed.

"My god!," Bill whispered. He cupped each globe, feeling their weight. For being so busty, Bill was surprised to see her tits barely sag and thrust out from her chest. Bill gently moved his hands up and around, purposely avoiding Cindy's hard pink nipples as he touched the flesh of her tits.

Dan stared as Bill continued to play with his wife. Without shame, Dan opened his belt and dropped his pants and shorts. He had never been so hard in his life.

"Give me your hand," Bill said clearly.

Cindy, eyes still closed, held her hand out. Bill pulled it behind her and placed it over his bulge. As soon as her hand made contact, Cindy opened her eyes wide.

Bill went back to teasing her slit outside her panties with one hand and feeling her breasts with the other. Although Dan couldn't see, he knew by the movement of his wife's shoulder that she was touching him.

They continued in a hot rhythm for a few moments. Bill moved his fingers to the top of Cindy's panties and slid them just under the waistband. Instinctively, Cindy pulled her stomach tight, almost willing his hand to go further but Bill just kept his fingers beneath the band, clearly enjoying the tease.

Looking up at the hidden camera and guessing the torment Dan was feeling, Bill removed his hand and turned Cindy so that they were face to face, but in profile to the one camera.

Cindy stood still, arms now at her side and looking incredibly sexy and vulnerable in just her panties. Bill studied Cindy's body intently and as he glanced at her eyes she lowered her head as a sign that she was showing her submission to him. Bill could stare at her round, full tits all day long, but he wanted to see it all. Cindy was starting to blush as she noticed how all this was causing her to feel aroused, which embarrassed her. Never in Cindy's wildest dreams did she anticipate this. Cindy knew she should be resisting Bill, but she had no more fight left. Cindy felt less guilty thinking that her husband would never know how she was responding. Knowing that her body was causing Bill to be so erect excited her in ways she never experienced before. Something about a cock that is so large and powerful that excited Cindy in a way she never felt before.

Cindy's pink nipples were stiffer than Dan had seen them in a long time.

"Cindy, look at me. I have never wanted a woman as badly as I want you right now. It would really please me at this moment that you show me your pussy. Pull your panties off for me now."

Cindy was not used to such direct sexual talk. Bill's confidence and composure was so different than what she was used to. Cindy was not sure why, but she liked on how Bill asked for what he wanted. Cindy slowly complied with Bill's command. Cindy was somewhat curious now on what Bill would think of her. She knew Bill had been with a lot of women and wondered how she would rate. Cindy knew that Dan was always very complementary of Cindy's pussy, but now she would be vulnerable to another set of eyes.

Cindy slowly placed her thumbs under her waist band as she looked down.

"Cindy, look at me. I am going to be seeing your pussy very soon. I bet outside of Dan and your doctor I am only the second one, aren't I?" asked Bill.

Cindy nodded reluctantly.

"You know, when you study a woman like I have studied you all these past months I had a rough idea of what your breasts would look like. Your pussy, on the other hand, has always been a mystery to me. I have anticipated this for so long, man, Cindy you can not realize how badly I have wanted you. Slowly lower your panties and allow me to take this all in." Bill commanded.

Cindy was surprised at how Bill's words were playing with her mind. A day earlier she could not stand the man and now she was finding herself being seduced by him.

Cindy started to lower her panties. Dan had seen Cindy naked before, but having her do this for another man was more erotic than he ever dreamed. He wanted to scream "stop", but his lust wanted to see it to completion.

Bill kept his composure as Cindy's prominent bush came into view. Cindy lowered her panties over her hips and once they were past her thighs she let them fall the rest down, so her panties rested at her feet. Out of instinct, Cindy placed both of her hands over her pussy to shield it from Bill's intense glare. Cindy studied Bill's expression, but he had a very serious look upon him.

"Cindy, what are you doing? I said I wanted to see your pussy. Move your hands!"

Cindy did not think, but complied; her hands slowly went to her sides, showing Bill her prominent bush. Even though Cindy's legs were together there was a prominent V of dark pussy hair rising from the top of her thighs.

Bill asked Cindy to kick over her panties. Bill held Cindy's panties up with one finger and smirked at the obvious wet spot. Bill took a deep smell of Cindy's panties and savored the smells left behind from Cindy's sweet scent of arousal.

"From the feel of it, you have liked this more than you would like to admit, huh?? Bill replied.

Bill knew he still had plenty of time and wanted to make the most of every minute. Bill told Cindy to sit at the foot of the bed and Cindy quickly sat down, being careful to not have her legs spread and pressed her legs together hoping she shielded her thin, tight pussy lips from Bill's eyes.

Bill enjoyed Cindy's discomfort and said, "Now, you knew you were going to have to get to this point at some time tonight, right? It was not like I was going to let you off with a simple dance and a kiss good bye."

"Now, be a big girl and show me what you are hiding there. Let me get a better look at that pretty pussy you are hiding. I bet with what you are used to it is a tight, little pussy."

Cindy hesitated to open her legs and tried to study Bill's face to see if she could delay this any further. Bill's eyes traveled from her nicely manicured feet to her firm and tight thighs to see Cindy's prominent dark bush, again. Bill studied her pussy for a while and could see that her thighs were perfectly smooth and it looked like Cindy trimmed enough for her conservative swimwear, but she possessed a very lush, thick bush. Cindy reminded Bill of the Playboy models he saw as a kid looking through his dad's magazine stash. Because of Cindy's covering her slit was shielded from his eyes, but he knew he would see that better soon. Bill guided Cindy's shoulders to lie back on the bed and as she did his eyes moved up Cindy's toned tummy to view her tits one more time. Even laying down her round tits stood out nicely and Bill knew that Cindy was going to be a good fuck.

Bill's hands brushed slowly across the top of Cindy's bush, "Quite a bush you have there Cindy. Do not get me wrong, I like a nice looking bush, but I got to think with Dan's little worm of a cock it has got to be pretty intimidating for him with it making your pussy look so full and intimidating. I am thinking that your pussy has never seen a razor and I would like for Dan to have a little present from me."

Cindy's eyes went wide as she realized what he was planning. "No, no, Don't do that Bill, please" Cindy pleaded. Cindy thought the last thing their marriage needed after this night was a reminder of what was done.

"You remember the deal, don't you? With the mean things that you said to me earlier I think it is the least you can do to make up for it. Do not worry, I am not going to remove all of it, just give it a special look." Bill said. "Do not worry I have done this many times before and I think you will like how it will feel. Now, spread your legs and stay like that and I'll be back in a moment. I do not think you want to disappoint me". With that Cindy reluctantly spread her legs for Bill.

Bill walked swiftly to the bathroom.

Dan looked down on his wife, spread-eagled on the bed, nipples hard, legs spread and almost in a trance. Cindy looked at the ceiling wondering what she had agreed to.

Bill came back into the bedroom with scissors, a razor, soap, brush, mug and some lotion.

"Just relax Cindy. I'm a master at this." Bill said. "Move that sweet butt of yours closer to the edge of the bed and keep your legs open."

Slowly, Cindy did as she was told. Bill placed a towel under Cindy's ass and started to clip her pussy hair close to her skin. Once he got it down he brushed the hair away and he worked the brush around the mug, making nice, soapy foam. Bill looked up to Cindy's eyes and smiled as he moved the brush between her legs.

He gently began to move the brush in small circles around Cindy's bush, building a heavy lather. Soon Cindy's pussy hair was partially matted down and fully ready for the next step.

Bill reached for the razor and began to shave Cindy. Bill really seemed to know what he was doing and spent a lot of time around her slit, but Cindy kept her legs stiff as if worried the razor might slip.

He was intent on doing a thorough job and it took over ten minutes, but he soon sat back and surveyed the results. Where once was a large "V" of hair had now been transformed to a Brazilian look with a small "v" of hair above her small, smooth slit. Cindy's pussy looked more appropriate on a young girl cause of how tight and thin her labia was, not a mature, married woman. Bill was surprised that even with Cindy's legs spread before him her clit was well concealed since there was no gaping with her labia.

"That's much better honey," he said. "Doesn't that feel nice, go ahead, and run your finger over it. I think the feeling will surprise you." Cindy glanced down and cringed at how vulnerable her pussy looked without her bush to shield her exposed labia.

Cindy didn't touch herself, but closed her eyes to anticipate what Bill would do next.

Bill left for the bathroom again and came back with a wet warm towel. He gently began to remove the leftover shaving cream.

"You have a great looking pussy Cindy, you should keep it this way," he smiled.

He moved the towel up over her slit and marveled at his work on her pussy. Bill slowly moved the towel up her slit, when at the top of her slit he gave it a light squeeze, causing her clit to swell giving Cindy gave a little startle.

"Oops.," Bill chuckled. "A little sensitive are we? I think you are going to like how this feels, baby." With that, Bill placed some oil over Cindy?s smooth pussy lips and gently massaged her pussy.

Dan looked down at his wife. Her pussy looked so vulnerable now that she was so bare. Dan was surprised to find Cindy's pussy lips swelling and her eyes closed with Bill touching her so intimately. If she was trying not to enjoy this, then her pussy was betraying her, Dan thought.

Bill backed away from the edge of the bed and helped Cindy to her feet, which surprised her. "Open my robe," commanded Bill.

Cindy hesitated, but stepped forward to undo the sash. The silk material parted quickly and she stepped back. Looking down, she saw the head of Bill's hard cock actually poking out the top of his shorts.

"Oh." she said in surprise.

Bill put this thumbs down with sides of his shorts and ever so slowly, began to pull them down. Cindy was mesmerized and stared hard as each inch of his cock was revealed. Bill smiled, he's seen this reaction many times. With a final push of his hands, he stood totally naked before her.

"Like it Cindy?" Bill asked.

Cindy didn't respond but she kept staring.

Dan was staring too. There was no question about "Big Bill" now. He thought it had to be at least nine inches long, very thick with a huge head. "Cindy can't take that!" he thought.

"Touch it," said Bill.

Cindy remained frozen. Her mind was reeling. "How could a man be so large?" she thought to herself. In her mind, she thought of her husband's cock and how much smaller it was compared to Bill. Cindy never realized how much a man could differ from what she was used to. She tried to fight her curiosity towards it and tried to keep her body from responding from the sight of it.

"I said touch it!" Bill said with force.

Impatient, he took hold of Cindy's hand and forced her fingers around the meaty shaft.

"Bigger than Dan?" Bill asked, knowing the answer.

Cindy just nodded slightly.

"How much bigger," asked Bill.

"A lot," Cindy said in trembling voice. Cindy felt slightly guilty for revealing her husband's shortcoming, but it was not her fault that Dan had a smaller cock.

"Show me," said Bill.

"How?," Cindy said.

"Move your finger down the shaft and stop where Dan's cock would end," said Bill.

Slowly, Cindy unwrapped her fingers from the shaft and began to trace her finger from the root of Bill's cock. About half way down the shaft, her finger stopped.

Bill chuckled. "Oh, Cindy. You've been deprived! I guessed Dan had a smaller cock, but I would have never guessed he was that small."

Cindy jerked her head up at that remark. She always thought Dan was pretty much the same as any man. Now, she knew differently.

Bill shrugged off the robe and began to move toward Cindy. His cock aimed at her like a weapon.

Cindy backed up slowly. "No, no." she whispered.

"Now, you're going to get fucked by a real cock." Bill said, slowly advancing toward Cindy.

"You're body was made for this honey, when we're finished, you'll beg me for more. Listen to your body; you know that you want this, too. I saw how wet your panties were. Admit it; you have always wondered what another lover would be like."

Cindy kept backing up until she felt the edge of the bed with the back of her knees. Bill kept advancing and Cindy fell back on the bed. All the time she kept mumbling "no, no,"

Bill stood between Cindy's spread legs at the edge of the bed.

Bill reached for some more oil and placed it over Cindy's smooth pussy lips and gently massaged her pussy.

Cindy closed her eyes and tried to not become aroused, but she had never felt this before in her life. The feeling of Bill's fingers on her smooth slit was teasing her terribly and she tried hard to not respond.

Dan's stomach churned at the thought of his wife becoming aroused, but he was fighting his own arousal as he continued stoking his cock.

Bill reached for Cindy's hand. She was lying perfectly still with her eyes closed and trying to resist the pleasure Bill was giving her.

"Don't be embarrassed Cindy, you are not being a bad wife, give in to the sensations, no one will know, just us. You're a beautiful woman and I love looking at you and giving you pleasure, allow yourself to experience it."

Cindy opened her eyes to look at Bill. Incredibly, his cock was still hard as a rock and stood out obscenely from between his legs.

"Come here Cindy, I have an idea," Bill said. Cindy got up from the bed again and stood in front of him. Bill positioned himself in perfect profile to Dan's hiding place. He didn't want him to miss this next part.

"Look at me Cindy," Bill said softly, clearly meaning his cock. Cindy glanced down only briefly then looked back at Bill.

"Take your time, I don't mind at all.", he said. After a slight pause, Cindy looked down again and stared at his cock.

"Touch it." Bill said. Cindy didn't move.

Bill reached for her hands and pulled them to his cock. He placed one of her hands under his balls and the other he wrapped around the shaft. He moved her hand back and forth over the shaft. After a few moments, he removed his hand and was pleased that Cindy continued the back and forth movement on her own. She seemed fascinated at the length and girth of his cock.

"This is what a man's cock is supposed to look like Cindy", Bill said.

Bill reached out and put his hands on Cindy's shoulders. He pressed down slightly.

"No, no," Cindy said softly, but she slowly sank to her knees.

"Kiss it." Bill said.

Cindy didn't move but her hands continued to move over his shaft and balls.

Bill edged forward until the head of his cock touched Cindy's lips. Cindy gave a little peck on the head. With each lick her enthusiasm increased where she was enjoying it.

"That's it Cindy" Bill urged. Cindy licked and sucked the head a couple of more times. Bill guided her hands to his balls and shaft and Cindy was giving him oral like a pro. Cindy closed her eyes moving all over Bill's cock like a slut wanting to please him. Cindy was always reluctant to give Dan oral, but Bill's cock made her so hot and she was surprised at how lustful it made her.

"That feels nice Cindy, yea, keep doing that!," Bill hissed.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled his cock back from Cindy's lips and helped her to her feet. Wordlessly, they moved to the bed. He laid Cindy on her back.

"Grab the headboard with your hands Cindy." Bill commanded. Cindy did as she was told.

Bill leaned over her body and began to kiss and caress her. Cindy held tight to the headboard and closed her eyes. Bill and her kissed deeply with their tongues wrestling in each others mouths. Bill broke away and moved his mouth down to her tits. With both hands he cupped and felt her mounds, finally closing his lips around one taut nipple. Cindy groaned slightly as he sucked gently. First one nipple, then the other one.

Cindy was squirming a little now but kept her grip on the headboard. Cindy no longer tried to fight her body's response, she wanted to cum and she wanted Bill's cock badly. Bill trailed his tongue down her flat stomach and continued teasing Cindy. Bill knew she was now his. Dan watched intently and was surprised to see how easiy his wife was submitting to Bill, parting her legs, so willingly and without being asked.

Bill began to lick the lips of Cindy's bare pussy, teasing Cindy and waiting for the right moment. Bill took each lip of Cindy's pussy and sucked gently, giving Cindy new feels of arousal. Bill finally slipped his tongue up the length of her tight slit and lightly touched her swollen clit. That last lick was sending Cindy through the roof, since she did not expect the sensations he was giving her bare pussy.

"Ahhhh," Cindy groaned and lifted her ass to push her pussy harder against Bill's tongue.

Bill continued to move his tongue up and down, in and out until he sensed Cindy was close. He circled her clit slowly but consistently, letting her get used to the timing of his tongue.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh," Cindy breathed. Her legs went stiff and she started to cum. Bill continued to circle her clit, staying with Cindy as she moved her ass off the bed and jerked her hips in orgasm.

From his hiding place on the love seat, Dan joined his wife and sprayed his cum all over.

After almost a minute, Bill leaned back and looked up at Cindy. His face was shiny with her juices. He knew that with that orgasm Cindy was resigned to do whatever he wanted. Bill positioned himself fully between her spread legs and moved the head of his cock up and down Cindy's bare, wet slit. She jumped when it touched her still sensitive clit.

"Are you ready to be fucked Cindy? Bill said bluntly.

Cindy opened her eyes. "Please, be gentle, you're so much bigger than Dan. I'm not sure I can take all of it."

Cindy then added quietly, "but, I really want to try, Bill."

With that, Bill smiled at his accomplishment and told Cindy, "I know you are used to much smaller cock, but I will ease it in gently. I can assure you that you will want to feel every inch when I am done." Bill said confidently.

He pressed the head against her wet lips and pushed. Cindy let out a deep groan as he got the head partially in. Cindy almost felt like she was losing her virginity all over again. The ridge of his circumcised cock teased Cindy's clit perfectly. Her bare pussy lips were bulging out to accommodate Bill's thickness. Cindy was surprised that Bill's width caused her clit to be pushed out against his shaft, causing her clit to be teased with each stroke he made. She had never experienced anything like this in her life. Cindy was still nervous, but loved the new sensations and this was just from the first two inches.

With small strokes, Bill managed to get a couple more inches inside Cindy.

"Man, you are tight, Cindy!" Bill breathed.

"Easy, easy, but keep going, keep it like you are doing it," said Cindy between breaths.

Bill started to stroke in and out with small movements of his hips. On each stroked he increased the pressure until he was half way in her pussy. Cindy was panting now and released the headboard and placed her hands on his shoulders, as if trying to stop him from going further.

Bill never stopped stroking, intent on getting his entire length into her. With each stroke Cindy's clit was getting so much attention. Cindy never realized that a larger cock would feel so much better. With Dan she could never climax from intercourse alone, but she was surprised to find herself close to another orgasm from just half of his cock.

Suddenly, Cindy groaned loudly and began to beat her fists against Bill's shoulder, as if trying to stop his assault. At the same time, she moved her legs up and out, spreading them as wide as she could as she wrapped them around his waist.

"Unnnh!" Bill groaned and he finally got the last few inches into her. He let Cindy get used to the feeling for a moment and then began to fuck her with more intensity.

Building up speed, he started to thrust his cock deep into her. With every move, Cindy moaned out loud.

"Uh..uh..uh..uh", she breathed. She had never felt this way with Dan. Bill was reaching parts of her insides that no man had ever touched. Losing all inhibition, she urged him on with her body movements, thrusting her hips back at him in urgent need.

Dan watched painfully from behind the mirror. His wife was getting fucked with a huge cock and she was loving it.

Bill started to pound into Cindy, showing no mercy.

She was his now. Her moans filled the room and she grabbed Bill's ass with both hands and urged him on.

"Oh God, Oh God, fuck, make me, oh gosh, .oh fuck..I'm coming hard!!!!" Cindy screamed.

Bill slammed back into Cindy one more time and started to pump his seed deep inside her. Spurt after spurt splashed Cindy's insides as she held him tight against her.

Finally, they both collapsed on each other, clearly spent.

Dan stared down at his wife and Bill in awe. His wife had just been fucked by another man and the look of contentment on her face shook him to the core. Despite all their years together he had never seen this side of Cindy.

Bill slowly moved off of Cindy and Dan could see his softening cock slide out of his wife's pussy. Bill and Cindy just lay on their backs, recovering.

After a few minutes, Cindy seemed to come back to reality and she moved to cover herself with her hands.

"None of that now, Cindy," said Bill with a smile. She stopped her movements and laid back in resignation. He'd had her and by the look of his throbbing cock, he intended to have her again.

Cindy looked down and wondered how this huge peace of flesh had given her so much pleasure.

Dan's eyes grew wide as he watched Bill lay on his side and took his hands to explore Cindy's naked body. Dan was surprised to see his wife spread her legs so willingly to Bill's touch.

"So, do you still subscribe to the saying that size does not matter?" Bill asked frankly.

Cindy did not answer, but knew that she liked the feeling that Bill's large cock gave her. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she never came as hard or as much as she did tonight.

"Do you think you could get it hard one more time?" Cindy asked.

Bill smiled and Cindy could see it starting to grow to its full length. Bill then said, "Get on your hands and knees, Cindy. I am not even close to being done for the night."

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