The slut wife

The slut wife
By: Billy Jack

The slut wife ---------- By Billy Jack

Carol's dream was so vivid that when she woke up the crotch of her panties, as well as the bedding under her was soaked in her hot cum. Up until recently she couldn't even remember when she dreamed last, or what they were about.

She'd dreamed that a younger man had followed her into the park just as the sun was going down, and after he stopped her to ask her if she'd help him find his dog, they moved off towards the densest part of the woods.

After nearly an hour of searching and not find any trace of his dog, they had to sit for as bit to rest. The terrain was hilly and they were both out of breath from, the steep climbing.

"I don't know if I will ever find her," the man said as tears flowed down his face and onto his muscleman shirt. "He is my only friend in the world. I don't know what I will do if I don't find him."

Carol was always a sucker for tears from a man, so she moved in closer and held him tightly against her bosom while he sobbed.

Something about a man showing his emotions always turned her on, and she could feel herself getting wet as she pulled his face in tighter against her E-cupped tits.

Carol was a beautiful fifty year old woman who didn't look a day over thirty. No one could just ignore her beauty, no matter how hard they fought the feeling. She couldn't go anywhere that someone, whether it be a man or woman that they wouldn't try to get her to go home with them for some afternoon play. She was five feet one inch tall, and she had a body that drew the attention of anyone who passed her or laid eyes on her. She had short stylish blonde hair, and a face that was flawless. Her darkened skin from the many hours of sun bathing drew people's attention, while her body and exceptionally good looks reeled them in.

When the man felt her hard nipples pressing against his face he pulled back just far enough to look at them. When Carol saw the excited look on his face, and then looked down at the bulge pushing out on his jeans, her pussy juices started to flow freely.

He moved his hand up onto her tit and lightly squeezed. She wanted to reach down and pull his hand away from her, but she couldn't. It excited her so much that she wished he would pull her tit out of her blouse and bra and suck her hard nipples into his mouth.

As he slid one hand under her blouse he slid the other hand down her pants and onto her shaved pussy. Just as she hit a huge orgasm her eyes popped open, and she could feel her cum flowing from between her opened legs.

This was the third similar dream in as many days, and she couldn't get the idea of sex with strangers out of her mind. She'd never cheated on her husband before, would never had even considered it, but within the past two weeks her mind was clogged with the thoughts of other men having their way with her.

When she went out now and someone hit on her it was getting harder to just to walk away. Her husband was sufficient in bed, but she also knew there were some fantastic lovers out there that her husband couldn't hold a candle to. She'd had some of them long before she'd gotten married.

She knew that with the way her mind was working, and the way her body responded to the praise and the flirting, that eventually she would have to give in to her deepest fantasies.

One weekend a month her husband Barry had to go out of town with his job, and she knew that when she'd break down and cheat, and if it ever did happened, it would happen on one of those weekends.

When she got up and moved downstairs Barry reminded her that he would be out of town until Monday night. He would have her drop him off at the airport Friday afternoon, and pick him up on Monday, late evening.

"Are you okay?" Barry asked her when she came downstairs and joined him for a cup of hot coffee. "Here lately you seem predisposed."

"I'm just fine," she told him, "I just haven't been sleeping well lately."

"Maybe you need to see a doctor," he told her with genuine concern in his voice. "I don't want my girl to get sick on me."

Carol raised her coffee to her lips to let him know that that topic of conversation was over. When she pulled it back she looked at her husband of twenty years and she saw the only man she'd ever loved. He barely satisfied her in bed, but to her there was more in life than just sex, but just once she would love for him to get her off to where bells and fireworks went off in her brain.

When she looked back at Toby, the young man she'd dated right before she met Barry she often had to move to the bathroom afterwards to get herself off. Toby was a well hung black man that she'd become good fuck buddies with months before her cousin introduced her to Barry. Once she fell in love with Barry she never saw Toby again, and now she missed the huge orgasms he caused in her.

After she dropped Barry off at the airport the thought of going back to an empty house depressed her, so she decided to go and catch a show in Eureka.

After she paid for her admission she stood in line to get her popcorn and a soda, and she never noticed the twenty seven year old man sitting on the bench alongside the back wall staring at her.

Had she noticed him she probably would have just left. The expression in his eyes showed that he had plans for tonight, and with the looks he gave her, they included her in them.

When management opened the door to let the customers in to get seated, the man followed ten feet behind her.

Carol always preferred the very back when she went to the show, that way if she had to get up to go to the bathroom she wouldn't disturb anyone behind her.

When she moved to the center of the last row she never noticed anything until the young man plopped down in the seat next to hers.

The theatre wasn't crowded, but she never gave it a second thought when he sat next to her. She just assumed he was like her, and that he preferred sitting in the back also.

He introduced himself as Mark as he held out a box of Milk Duds and offered her some. She thanked him and then told him no, that she had more than enough with the popcorn.

Carol rarely wore slacks or jeans. She felt that women should always look their best when they went out, and that meant with a dress or a skirt.

When the movie started she picked up her soda and took a drink before she leaned back in her seat to relax and enjoy the movie.

When Mark put his hand on the arm rest his fingers scraped the top part of her legs, but she didn't pay any attention to him. It happened all the time with the way the seats were set up. Before she realized his hand was there he was lightly rubbing his fingers in small circles on the top of her leg near her knees. She started to move her legs away from him but then she felt her pussy starting to get wet, so she decided to leave it there and see how wet she would be before the movie ended.

When Mark saw that she didn't pull away from him he became bolder, and he slid his hand down further until his whole palm was on her leg, and he lightly rubbed on her inner thigh.

When she looked down and saw what he had done she knew she should have taken his hand away and pushed it back at him, but she couldn't get her hand to work with her brain. It felt so good that she didn't want him to stop.

When his hand started to move up and down her inner thigh her mind no longer was on the movie. He could hear her light moans as he moved his hand up under her skirt until he was at her panty line. When he started to rub his finger over the outside of her panties up and down her slit he felt her loosen up, and her legs opened slightly for him to better maneuver.

He rubbed her until her panties were sopping wet, then he moved his hand to the side and slid his fingers under her panties and onto her bare pussy.

He felt her clit pressed against the palm of his hand so he moved up and gently rubbed up and down on her until her lower body was slightly rocking side to side. When he looked up at her face he saw that she had her eyes closed, and the expression on her face showed him that she loved what he was doing to her.

She couldn't believe how hot the stranger had gotten her. She'd never had allowed this to ever happened hadn't it been for the dreams. The dreams had her head full of new fantasies, and having sex in an indoor theatre was one of her latest fantasies.

With his other hand he carefully slid his zipper down and pulled his hard cock out of his fly. Then he reached over and took her hand and gently pulled it over and eased it down on his hard shaft.

When she felt his cock her first instinct was to jerk her hand back, but instead of jerking back she slid her hand around him and lightly squeezed. She liked how big he was, and how hot he felt in her hand. He was nearly twice the size of Barry, and quite a bit thicker.

She'd never done anything so bold in her life, but it was exciting her unlike anything she'd ever done. It was only seconds before she was sliding her hand up and down on him while he worked his fingers up and down her wet clit.

Her moans grew louder as he worked his fingers in a way that she was unaccustomed to. Luckily there was only seven other couples in the whole theatre, and they were too far away to hear or see what was happening with them.

When she felt his cock starting to twitch she looked down and saw him shooting his cum up in the air before it fell back onto the back of her hand. She didn't stop pumping on him though. Instead of pulling her hand away she slid up and down on him even faster.

The sight excited her so much that her orgasm rushed her, and she soaked Mark's hand and the bottom of her skirt, as well as the seat under her.

"Let's get out of here," he leaned in and whispered to Carol before he pulled his hand from her panties. "Let's go out to my car."

All Carol could do was nod her head yes as she slowly rose up out of her seat.

After Mark held the passenger door open for her to get in his car, he made his way over to the driver's side. While he moved around the car he pulled his zipper back down and pulled his cock back out. When he slid in she moved over closer to him. She expected to kiss, but instead he put his hand on the back of her neck and forced her head down to his lap.

When she felt the head of his cock push against her lips she started to open her mouth to protest, but by opening her mouth she allowed him access, and he slid his cock in as far as he could.

Carol didn't suck cock. She tried once and she hated it. When she felt his cock push against the back of her throat she started to feel sick, but then all of a sudden the feeling of sickness disappeared and excitement took its place.

She'd never enjoyed the taste or the feel of a cock in her mouth before, but for some unknown reason, this time it excited her beyond belief.

She allowed him to push her head down harder on his cock as he forced more and more of his hard shaft down her throat. She'd never deep throated a man before, in fact she'd never had a cock as big as Mark's before, but when she relaxed her jaw muscles and he started to slide down her throat, her pussy started to flow even harder. She had several small orgasms just from sucking his cock.

Before Mark allowed himself to cum he pulled her head off of his lap, and then he had her move over while he moved to the center of the bench seat. When he was in position he took her hand and pulled her over until she was sitting on his lap. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her pussy over her panties, so when he slid his hand down and pulled the panties to the side and aimed his cock at her entrance, she didn't protest or try to move away.

While he pushed upward into her she lowered herself down on him. She'd never felt so full in her life. She loved how his cock pushed on the back wall of her pussy, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she'd open up and shoot her full load down onto his lap.

She slammed down on him while her thrust up at her and within seconds her body tightened up and she let it go.

The excitement of her cumming so hard on his lap set him off, and while she unloaded on his lap he emptied out deep up inside her pussy.

When she was finished she started to sob. It wasn't so much that she was upset that she fucked someone other than her husband, it was because she'd never had such a powerful orgasm before, and her emotions had gotten the better of her.

After they finished cumming she rose off of him and moved over to her side while Mark put his cock back in his pants.

"You are a good piece of ass," he told her in a matter of fact voice, "I want some more. I want you to meet me here tomorrow night, and then we can go to my apartment where we will be more comfortable."

"I don't know if I can make it," she told him, not sure she wanted to fuck around on her husband again. "I am a married woman after all."

"Well I will be here waiting for you tomorrow night," he told her as he leaned over her and pulled on her door handle to open her door for her. "I want you here. I will be waiting for you."

When she got out of his car she stood back puzzled at how it felt so casual while she watched him back out of his parking spot to leave. She watched him until he was out of site, then she moved to her own car to go home.

When Carol arrived home, and after parking the car in the garage, she could feel Mark's cum dripping and running down her inner thighs, and it felt hot. She couldn't wait to get inside to shower and lay in bed. She knew that as excited as she was now that she would be pulling out her toys she'd had stashed away for some time.

While she stood in the shower to let the spray beat down on her, she thought about Mark and the whole night. She was determined that tonight's extra marital affair would be the end of it, but the more she thought about what happened with him the more that she knew she would show up to meet him again.

After she toweled herself dry she went to the bottom dresser drawer, and after sliding her summer shorts to the side she pulled out her ten inch vibrator. She hadn't used it since shortly after her marriage. She'd almost forgotten she even had it, but tonight she would need it.

After she put in the new batteries she climbed up to the center of the bed and turned the toy on as she slowly rubbed it down her stomach until she had it pressed against her pussy mound.

She closed her eyes and pulled up the images of when she was sitting on Mark's lap, and as she slid the vibrator up inside her she was so deep in her thoughts that it was as though they were actually together again.

With the thoughts of Mark in her head while she used the toy, it took less than seven minutes before she was shooting her cum down both thighs. She was so exhausted after she finished cumming that she fell asleep with the toy still turned on and still up inside her.

By the time she awoke the next morning the batteries were drained of their juice, but the toy was still shoved deep up inside her.

When she reached down to pull it out she accidently tapped it to the side of her opening, and she could feel an electrical pulse shoot deep inside her pussy. Instead of pulling it out and setting it aside she slowly slid it in and out as her pulse picked up tempo. She was still horny thinking about how she allowed last night to happen. She knew it would happen eventually, but she thought it would take a lot longer than it did.

She felt a twinge of guilt about cheating, but not enough to cancel tonight's rendezvous. She knew she needed the full release, and if her husband couldn't give it to her then she refused to deny herself of the feeling any longer. It was something she desperately needed.

The day dragged for her with the anticipation of what she knew would happen that evening, but finally it was time for her to shower and get ready to meet Mark.

This time she decided to forgo the panties. She knew she wouldn't have them on long anyway, besides she didn't want a chance of having them ripped and having to explain what happened to them to Barry.

She arrived outside the theatre in the same parking lot that they were in last night, and she sat and waited a half hour before Mark pulled in the slot next to hers. He remained seated to show her that he expected her to come over and get in his car. She didn't know if she liked his arrogance, or if it turned her on, but either way she locked her car up and moved over to the passenger's seat of his Mustang.

Mark was silent most of the ride to his house. It was as if he had something on his mind. He didn't ignore her completely, he was just quiet.

"Well here we are," he said as he pulled into the driveway of a nice house located in a nice neighborhood. "I am going to have you so weak from cumming by the time you leave that after I take you to your car, I will have to follow you home to make certain you don't fall asleep on the way."

Normally Carol would have felt offended by the way he talked to her, but surprisingly it excited her that much more. She knew that after last night he could do exactly what he said he would do. By the time she left she knew she would be well fucked, and completely exhausted.

While she stood in his living room he moved to the kitchen to get two cold beers, and when he returned he took her by the hand and led her towards the bedroom.

When he moved to the side of the bed he tipped his can and downed it before he crushed it in his hand and tossed it in the trash can next to the bed.

He moved in behind her and had her turn towards the big mirror over his chest of drawers while he eased his hands up her blouse to cup her big tits. He wanted her to be able to see everything he did to her in the mirror, so while he worked his hands on her tits and nipples he kissed and sucked her neck.

She watched her refection and she saw him pulling at her nipples, and the excitement level bounded. She'd never watched herself have sex before, and the sight before her had her dripping freely.

When she looked over towards the bed she saw a camcorder set up on a tripod. She knew what he had planned, but she was set to refuse to allow him to record them, that is if she had the strength left to protest when he was done with his tittie play.

When she felt her blouse being raised she lifted her arms to allow him to remove her blouse, then when she felt her bra straps go loose she leaned slightly to let the garment drop to the floor.

When she looked up and saw her tits hanging in the mirror with his hands squeezing and kneading them, her excitement hit the ceiling. Seeing her like this she could only imagine how exciting it would be to watch herself in action on tape, so if he promised to make her a copy, she decided right then to allow it.

When they moved onto the bed Mark had her lay across it instead of lying in the right position, then he reached inside his drawer and pulled out two sets of handcuffs. When she saw the two cuffs hanging in his hands fear overtook her. She hated the idea of being confined, and she was scared. What if he was a psycho? She really didn't know him. He may be a woman killer for all she knew.

When he snapped the first one on her wrist he could see the fear in her eyes, so he told her to relax, that he would never do anything to hurt her, and that he only did it because it added excitement to the sex.

She could hear a gentleness in his voice, so she allowed him to snap the other end to the foot board before he put the other one on her other hand and snapped it to the headboard.

After he had her set up he moved over to the camera, and after he had it set up he hit the record button and then moved to the side of the bed closest to her head.

He knelt onto his knees at her side while still on the floor and leaned in and kissed her passionately while he slid his hands down her chest to her tits. He pinched her nipples just hard enough not to be too painful before he let up the pressure. She'd never had rough sex before, but she'd always wondered about it. She'd heard her girlfriends talk about it, and they made it seem extremely erotic, but she didn't know how to initiate it with her husband so she never got to experience it until now.

After he had her squirming he moved down to her feet and slowly unsnapped her skirt and slid it down her hips and then tossed them on the floor with the rest of her clothes. He moved up and straddled her legs, and after leaving her panties on he rubbed his fingers up and down her slit until she had the crotch band soaked. Then he slid them down to lay with her other clothes.

He reached into the night stand and pulled out two lengths of soft rope and bound her legs in the same fashion as her hands. She lay naked while her legs were spread out on the sheets with the camera bearing down between her legs.

When he moved down and started kissing her inner thighs her body twisted and jerked under his talented tongue.

When he kissed up to her clit she jerked and gasped when she felt him touch her clit. She'd never had anyone spend so much time getting her worked up before, and she was so excited she had to fight off cumming too quickly.

When she heard a light rap at the door fear shot out at her. She was afraid it was his wife. She had no idea he was married, she never thought to ask him when she climbed into his car.

When he opened the door two other men stepped around him and entered the bedroom.

"What the fuck is going on?" She shouted as the fear and anger built in her. "Untie me and take me home."

"Relax baby," he told her, "I promised you that when you left here you would be well fucked and completely exhausted."

"I never said anything about agreeing to a gang bang though," she shouted at him. "This is rape Mark. You don't want to do this."

Carol wasn't the first woman he'd done this to, so he knew by the time they were done with her she would be so excited she would want to do it more often, so the threat didn't register.

The other two men weren't bad looking, in fact they were even better looking than Mark, but it wasn't something she'd agreed to. She'd never spent time with two men at the same time, much less three, and she wasn't wanting to now.

"Please Mark," she plead, "don't do this. Don't I mean anything to you at all?"

"Of course you do," Mark answered her, "that is why I am giving you every woman's darkest fantasy. "Are you telling me you never wondered what it would be like?"

"Of course I have," she told him, "but it didn't mean that I wanted to do it."

"Just relax baby," he told her as he leaned in and ran two fingers up alongside her slit. "You will love it."

The blonde man that Mark referred to as Eddie was even taller, and had a better physic than Mark, and when he lowered his pants he was even hung better. He had to be at least three inches longer, and thicker on top of it. The other man, Dale, was almost as big as Eddie, but he was still bigger than Mark.

When she saw the three big cocks dangling in front of her she didn't know what to do. She could scream, but then if she pissed the men off, would they slap her around, or would they let her scream. She didn't want to chance it. She would let them do what they wanted, and then when they were done Mark would never see her again. She wasn't here for this. She was here just for Mark.

When Eddie moved down and in between her legs she flinched at the thought of them having their way with her, but she wasn't in any position to resist.

When she felt Eddie's mouth push up against her pussy she couldn't believe how different it felt. He was even better than Mark had been earlier. Maybe she would like this after all.

Eddie slid his tongue up and down her slit as he slid two fingers up inside her. She hated it that her body responded to his touches. She didn't want to enjoy any of it, but as he licked her clit her body started to bounce and twist with excitement.

Dale moved up by her head, and after leaning in he pressed his cock up against her lips. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but the head of his cock hurt when it pressed her lips against her teeth, so she slowly opened her mouth and allowed him to bury himself down her throat.

She wanted to hate it, but she found it exciting. She wanted to bite his cock, but the thought of sucking it seemed more exciting.

Mark moved to the center of the bed, and while Dale fucked her mouth and Eddie ate her pussy like a pro, Mark squeezed and kneaded her tits until her body was screaming for sexual release.

Within seven minutes Carol was so into it that Mark took the handcuff keys and freed her hands. She loved what they did, and she had no desire to jump up and run now. She wanted more and more. She wanted it to be just like Mark had promised her, for her to be well fucked and exhausted.

After Dale moved up to the center of the bed he pulled Carol on top of him, and he eased his hand between them and guided his cock to her opening, then he thrust in her in one violent thrust.

She was so excited by then that it didn't hurt in the least. She was so wet he slid in easily, and moved in her until he was pressed against her back wall.

Mark moved up to her head and dropped to his knees as he took her head in his hands and pulled her towards his hard cock. She didn't resist this time, this time she readily allowed him to slide his cock in her mouth.

When she felt the finger slide up her ass she never gave it a second thought, not until she felt a cold slimy liquid was being applied to her anus.

When she tried to pull her head back to beg Dale not to fuck her up the ass Mark held onto her head tightly, and he refused to let her pull off.

Dale lowered himself until he had the head of his cock aligned with her anus, and very slowly he pushed just the head in.

The pain was excruciating and Carol began to cry. But she did it while a cock was sliding in and out of her mouth relentlessly. She wanted to pull her head away from Mark and beg Dale not to go any further, but with a mouth full of cock she couldn't say a word.

Dale took his time. It took nearly four minutes before he was buried deep up inside her, and when he bottomed out he held still until he felt her relax, then he slowly started to pump up in her.

The pain started to level off, and after a while she started to like how he felt crammed up her ass. She never allowed any man to even attempt that before, and she wasn't too sure on how she felt about it now, but it was feeling a little better, so maybe it would be okay.

She had a cock slamming down her throat, one up her ass, and the other ramming her pussy. She never felt so full in her life, and she loved the sensation it shot throughout her body.

She still didn't like the idea of how Mark did it, but she was glad he did. She knew she would have never agreed to it, so she never would have known how wonderful it was.

After several minutes Dale and Eddie traded places, and while Dale filled her pussy with his cock Eddie pumped his big cock up her ass.

This time they didn't have to deal with her trying to stop them, this time she wanted it just as badly.

When Mark opened up and shot his load down her throat it caught her off guard, and she started to choke, but it didn't last long before she was able to breath, and she kept from losing a single drop.

When Dale filled her pussy with his cum it took her to the biggest orgasm in her life, and when she tightened her ass up on Dale's cock it sent him over the edge, and he filled her bowels with his gooey cum.

After they were done they lay side by side and talked. Carol finally admitted that she loved what they had done to her, but she told them it was still rape. She told them not to worry about it, that not only was she okay with it, she wanted to come back often for more of the same.

When she left the house she realized that Mark had been right, she was well fucked, and she was definitely exhausted, but Mark didn't have to follow her home, she was okay to drive.

Before she left Mark's she had his phone number programmed into her cell phone. The next weekend that Barry was out of town they planned to spend the whole weekend in bed, and not just the few hours they'd just enjoyed.

By the time Barry got home Carol had gone through three more sets of batteries while she imagined the four in bed. She knew that Barry would never be able to satisfy her again, so she would fake it, and then she'd wait for their next rendezvous.