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The Contract

By Perrybroom©

It was a hot evening and John was sweating profusely as he cleaned the car. Pausing to mop the sweat from his brow John’s eyes were automatically drawn upwards to the bedroom window where he saw a grinning Andy looking down at him. Grin he might, it was his car John was cleaning and when finished he still had the back garden to attend to. He knew from experience that it should take a couple of evenings at least to mow the grass and weed the borders to Andy’s satisfaction.
Gazing up at the figure in the window, plainly naked, his broad chest a mass of dark curls, John felt very aware of the offense of his position. The offense was reinpowerd when Andy turned aside briefly before reappearing to wave Anne’s bra and knickers at him, a mocking smile on his face. When Andy disappeared from view John resumed his work on the guys’ car reflecting bitterly about the situation which has developed.

* * *
Andy, a divorcee of 52, and Anne’s lover for the past 5 years, is actually an employee of the 39 year old John who greatly enjoys the reversal of their roles outside the work place. He makes no bones about the consequences of any refusal on John’s part to carry out his orders. How all John’s employees and friends shall be made aware of Andy’s fun and games with Anne, John’s 36 year old wife, if he disobeys him in any way. Andy possess intimate photo’s to back up his claim, photo’s John perhaps rather stupidly took himself. Andy also knows the couples secret, it’s the way they met him in the first place, which further puts John in his power.
Astonishingly though John experiences a certain frismister to find himself so completely in Andy’s power, to be dominated and humiliated by the guy he’s grown to dislike intensely. It perhaps emphasises John’s hitherto unrealised masochistic streak to find himself in a position of celibacy while his wife has regular sex sessions with Andy. Sad to say John hasn’t enjoyed intercourse with his wife since she became Andy’s Madam 5 years ago.
First the secret. John has been a voyeur for as long as he can remember although ironically, despite his wife enjoying almost daily sex sessions with Andy, he’s rarely allowed to watch nowadays.
He told Anne about his interest in voyeurism soon after they married and fortunately for him, though surprised, she wasn’t shocked by the revelation that her husband wanted to watch her having sex with another guy. On the other hand Anne was dubious, not seeing the point of it and saying she was only interested in having sex with John. Her attitude changed, and how, but only after much discussion and even argument.
Reluctantly, and only after John assured her they’d be no recrimination from him if, contrary to expectation he had an adverse reaction to it, 14 month’s into their marriage Anne had sex with a guy called Phil. It happened, perhaps inevitably, while they were on holiday with Anne having sex with Phil a number of times over a 4 day period. John watched with rapt attention as this virtual stranger fucked his wife and found it a phenomenal experience, masturbating several times.
More importantly perhaps, it completely changed Anne’s attitude. She loved her experiences with Phil and it blew away any doubts she might still have had. Of course it helped that Phil was not only a very s*******ed and attentive lover, but also well endowed. Oddly it excited John to know this guy fucking his wife possessed a noticeably larger penis than his own, somewhat modest member.
From then on, whenever they were away from home, he sought further opportunities for his voyeurism. With discretion in mind their activities had to be restricted to short-term holiday flings despite Anne’s increasing willingness for something more long-term, which John himself should have subscribed to if it hadn’t been for the greater risk of their secret pastime becoming known.

* * *
So it was that over the next 5 years or so 11 guys had the pleasure of fucking Anne while her masturbating husband looked on. Then fate lent an unexpected hand when during an holiday in Devon they met Andy who, unbeknown to them at the time, lives just 6 miles away from their home village!
The unsuspecting John procured Andy to have sex with Anne while he watched, using the by now well-honed formula of his own imaginary inability to satisfy her. The formula, humiliating to himself though it was, worked well and a very successful, not to mention satisfying, week ensued. Rampant and randy the guy fucked John’s wife 11 times in all with Anne loving every minute of it, as did her husband in his own way. Indeed John’s ejaculations more than matched the other guy’s although his were in his hand while Andy’s were inside John’s wife!
It was 3 month’s later that the blow fell. John was interviewing for a van driver; his company being relatively small he does most of the administration and permisternel work himself, with occasional help from Anne if required. You can imagine his surprise when the third applicant to enter the office for interview turned out to be none other than Andy!
In the interests of discretion the couple never reveal where they live to the guys who have sex with Anne and Andy unlike one or two others, hadn’t mentioned his own location so the coincidence came as a total surprise to them both. It was Andy who recovered from the shock of recognition first.
“This is a pleasant surprise. Presumably the interview’s a mere formality now. When do I start?”
John remained in a state of shock as Andy perched himself nonchalantly on the edge of his desk.
“Shall I pop back outside and tell the other 2 guys who are waiting that the positions filled?” Andy asked with a smile.
John simply nodded, still trying to come to terms with the unexpected reappearance of Andy into his life.
Returning, Andy again perched nonchalantly, almost aggressively, on John’s desk, carelessly dislodging papers as he did so.
“You’ve got my address on the application form so why not bring your wife to my place this evening so we can get reacquainted. In the meantime you could prepare a different type of employment contract to include my regular servicing of her. I’m more than willing to take on the extra duty.”
Andy smirked and John felt himself grow hot, then cold at his next words.
“I don’t suppose you’d be all that keen on your holiday activities becoming common knowledge. How you like to sit and play with your cock while watching total strangers fuck your wife.”
John suddenly remembered the photographs. Three years earlier he’d hit on the idea of taking a few pictures of Anne’s encounters, a sort of pictorial record, so that he could relive the experiences during the sometimes lengthy periods between flings. Four of her lovers had been happy for photographs to be taken, including Andy who had asked for a few pictures for his own use. At the time it had seemed only fair to give him two or three pictures but John now rued the day.
“Best interview I’ve ever had.” Andy chortled on his way out. “Looks as if I’m going to be a regular visitor to your bed and your wife’s cunt; whether you like it or not.”
Andy’s final words had an ominous ring to them which left John sweating and squirming in his chair.
When he told Anne about Andy turning up for interview and his threat of exposing their secret lifestyle, John expected her to be as shocked as he. Instead she seemed excited by the news that Andy lived so close and, unlike John, eager to visit him that evening.
They duly drove to Andy’s house where he met them at the door.
“As attractive and sexy looking as I remember from Devon” Andy said, greeting John’s wife with a kiss. “The bedrooms to the right at the top of the stairs if you’d like to go up and undress ready for me.”
Without further ado Anne set off up the stairs, Andy commenting that she seemed keen while showing John through to the lounge to read the contract of employment he’d drawn up to save his new boss the trouble of doing so. John confessed to having forgotten all about drawing up a contract, having too much on his mind.
“Just as well I did one then.” Andy commented, undoing his jeans. “I shall go up and reacquaint myself with your attractive wife’s body while you read and sign the contract.”
“What if I decide not to sign?” John asked.
“I don’t think you have much choice, do you?” Andy replied, casually showing John a photograph of himself clearly seen fucking Anne from the rear. “Copies could be passed round your firm and even posted on your village notice boards.”
Laughing at John’s worried expression Andy removed his jeans and underpants to toss them aside. Then flaunting his penis at the downcast John he said, “See, my cocks already hard at the prospect of burying itself between your wife’s thighs.”
Laughing Andy headed upstairs leaving a forlorn John to study the surprisingly formal looking document that he’d drawn up. It was a normal enough contract of employment until the final paragraph. Below the sentence which read: ‘To undertake any additional duties as required’ had been added ‘NB to service Mrs. A ***** as and when required, but to a minimum of 5 times a week.’
John found it difficult to understand or explain to himself but there was something about Andy’s contract of employment which had a curiously exciting affect on him and to his amazement he found himself signing the document almost eagerly, albeit in a somewhat shaky hand. (When, less than a week later, Andy produced a second document, this one banning John from all physical contact with his wife, he experienced the same inexplicable excitement and signed that one also. Much to the smirking Andy’s amusement.)
While studying Andy’s paper John had been aware of the sounds of lovemaking from above and now heard Anne’s orgasmic cries echoing around the house, an experience he was to become all too familiar with over the ensuing years.
A little later Andy returned, naked but for a towel around his waist.
“Good you’ve signed!” he exclaimed seizing the papers. “Two copies for me and one for your records, though I don’t suppose you shall be filing it in the office.”
He grinned.
“Just one more thing needs to be done before you piss off home; your wife’s spending the night in my bed. Give me your belt and drop your trousers, I’m going to stamp my authority by thrashing your bare arse with it.”
Well, John hadn’t expected this and hesitated not wanting to be humiliated thus.
“Come on do as you are told. You’re mine to command now. Away from the workplace you shall do as I say or face the consequences of me going public with your little secret.”
The implied threat induced John to undo his belt and hand it to Andy before reluctantly lowering his trousers. Pushing his underpants down it was inevitable that John’s penis, inextricably erect, was exposed to Andy’s mockery.
“That shan’t be seeing much action other than wanking.” he taunted. “In fact your cock’s redundant. No more sex for you.”
“What do you mean?” John exclaimed.
“From now on I shall be fucking your wife so often she shall have no use for your shrivelled up little cock. Now touch your toes.”
With sinking heart John adopted the required position and then yelled as Andy began beating his bared buttocks. With Andy thrashing his buttocks with surprising vehemence John’s cries were soon ringing out louder than his wife’s orgasmic cries of joy earlier. In fact his yells brought Anne down from the bedroom to find out what was going on. She merely laughed to see her husband’s offense and stood watching for a moment before returning upstairs.
The sight of his wife’s naked body, still glowing from Andy’s lovemaking, did nothing to diminish John’s erection while her laughter at his predicament merely adding to his offense.
The explanation of her attitude lies in an incident two years earlier when a guy called Barry, someone John procured to have sex with his wife while on holiday in Ireland, insisted on putting him across his knee for a spanking afterwards. John had the first inkling of a masochistic streak then, Anne teasing him about seeming more excited by the spanking as by watching Barry fucking her.
Eventually Andy threw the belt on the floor.
“Now I think you know your place in my scheme of things. To all outward appearances at work I shall maintain the deferential employee to boss façade. Away from work though it shall be a different matter altogether. Our roles shall be reversed and I shall expect 100% obedience from you. I’m sure you don’t need reminding of the consequences of any refusal on your part to carry out my orders.”
John remaining silent, Andy continued, “Now strip naked, go upstairs and give me bath and W.C. a thorough clean before pissing off.”
Again John was silent, feeling drained of all resistance. There was nothing to say, he knew the guy had him in his power, but also knew part of him relished the situation of helplessness he found himself in. Andy stood watching, a triumphant smile on his face, while John stripped off.
“I can see why your wife likes opening her legs for other guys, makes a nice change from having that feeble looking body on top of her.” Andy remarked, his contempt plain to see as he eyed John’s weakly developed form. “Still she shan’t be bothered with it now she’s got my big fat cock to play with. Your wife couldn’t open her legs fast enough earlier on, practically begging me to fuck her she was.” he taunted the almost cowering John.
With Andy leading the way John meekly followed him up to the bathroom. The route taking them passed his bedroom Andy brought him to a pause outside the open door.
“See how your wife waits for me with legs open wide, eager for another good pounding from my cock.” he teased before continuing on into the bathroom.
John followed, annoyed that Anne’s only response had been to tell Andy to hurry up, seeming to acknowledge his taunting words.
“By the way I think I deserve more than the salary your offering, considering that I shall also be taking care of all your wife’s sexual needs. Increase it by another Grand a year.” Andy said in the bathroom.
“Ok.” John replied, embarrassingly aware of Andy’s mocking smile as he eyed his penis, automatically erect following the sight of his naked wife on the guys’ bed.
“Over the months and years to come I’m going to fuck your wife hundreds, thousands of times, and shall expect regular wage increases.” the smirking Andy told John, who meekly nodded his assent.
Andy waited until John began cleaning the W.C. before turning back to re-join Anne in the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
On his knees cleaning Andy’s toilet while his wife had sex with the guy, John felt to be the ultimate in offense. However the devious Andy has thought up many and varied ways to humiliate his boss since then.
This took place on a Tuesday and for the rest of the week Anne remained at Andy’s house, taking advantage of his period of leisure before starting the new job on the following Monday, for much lovemaking.
“I lost count of the number of times I fucked your wife last week, Anne’s one very randy lady. She can’t get enough of my cock.” Andy taunted the squirming John when reporting to work that first day.

* * *
So that’s how John’s subservience to one of his employees came about. Since that first Tuesday evening he’s carried out all Andy’s orders without argument, fearful of the possible consequences of refusal. His enpowerd celibacy added urgency to the excitement John felt whenever he was allowed to watch their lovemaking in the early days. Despite the sneering smile on Andy’s face John should masturbate furiously while watching their antics. Nowadays he rarely sees Anne naked so he certainly isn’t allowed to watch her having sex with Andy. In fact with his wife spending most nights in Andy’s bed John doesn’t really see much of her and as invented a number of plausible sounding lies to account for Anne’s absence when visitors call.
After Andy had made a film of their lovemaking, using a couple of cleverly positioned cameras and ingenious editing, he said that John should have no further need to trouble them by his presence in the bedroom.
“You shall be able to watch the film and have a wank whenever you feel like it, while I enjoy the real thing.” he jeered.
Of course the film, in which at one point John is clearly seen masturbating while watching Andy fucking Anne, the ultimate offense should the film do the rounds, puts John even more in the guys’ power.
Little has been said as yet about Anne’s attitude to all this. Well with a highly s*******ed, well endowed lover catering for her every need, John’s wife is one happy and very contented lady. The 16 year difference in their ages seems irrelevant, Andy remains as rampant as ever, and continues to fuck John’s wife on an almost daily basis with Anne happy to oblige him orally or anally during her periods.
So it was, his car cleaning finished, John prepared to trudge round to the back and start on Andy’s garden. First he paused though, mournfully aware of his wife’s joyous cries emanating from the open bedroom window as Andy fucked her yet again.

While this is not truly a cuckold story it is close and one of the best reads outside of this site that I have found. I do not remember where I got the recommendation and it may have been on this site last year. It is long but the story line continues with additional characters added as it continues.
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It is divided in 4 books and all are outstanding in my opinion.
JJ.

In the past I have recommended the stories of Mischa8 aka RLM. Many of these had a cuckold theme, some were just hot wives. All links to him seem to have disappeared off the internet. Has anyone got any clues ?

Reviving this with a couple I've found.

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Any more? This thread has gone quiet.

Katanga,
I think you missed the point. This thread was started for people to post links to their favourite stories. Not to ask for more. Give and maybe you shall receive.

one of my favorite of all time is
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It has a very slow build up where the husband wants his friend to seduce his wife. These are my favorite types of cuckold stories. Wish there were more like it. Not really a fan of the sissy husband thing. I like the naive / innocent wife where the husband slowly pushes the wife to cheat.

This is a great story, and there are a couple more follow-ups to it...

"By any measuring stick Greg Martin was a wimp, and a very submissive wimp at that. His wife of 14 years, Jaclyn, had discovered this even before the two of them were married. Actually, Jaclyn wouldn't have taken a second look at Greg, as most women didn't, had it not been for his submissive nature. If one thing could be said about the full figured and beautifully curvaceous Jaclyn it was that she was a powerful and dominating woman...."

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Whoa, New Neighbors is an AWESOME story. Nice work on that one!

My favorite by far is:

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I read a story at least 13 years ago or so thatwas the hottest thing I've ever read. It's was called "Linda's Bpg Black Advrnture. It was on a commercial site. Several years later I could not find it anymore deosite multiple google searches. Yhen finally someone upladed it to ASSTR/cuckold. However, a couple of computer upgrades later and I once again don;t have access to it, and have not been able to find it for love or money doing searches. Anyone know this story, know where I can find it, or even have a copy?

lildickles

I read a story at least 13 years ago or so thatwas the hottest thing I've ever read. It's was called "Linda's Bpg Black Advrnture. It was on a commercial site. Several years later I could not find it anymore deosite multiple google searches. Yhen finally someone upladed it to ASSTR/cuckold. However, a couple of computer upgrades later and I once again don;t have access to it, and have not been able to find it for love or money doing searches. Anyone know this story, know where I can find it, or even have a copy?

lildickles

great work, keep all these stories coming

THE CONTRACT: That is one hot story! I hope Perrybroom has written more like that! thanks for sharing

Below is Our blog with the true stories of our experience with cuckolding. There are photos, some video and detailed descriptions of my wife having sex with other men, many blacks, over the years. The stories are all true just as they happened, and it chronicles my feelings and experiences as a cuckold.

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I love this one, all time favorite!

A Hot Wife Honeymoon
byjohn_mcleod©
She look’s so beautiful, today feels like my wildest dreams coming true. All those years of dreaming of her being mine, and it’s finally happened, even more then that though, tonight my hottest fantasies are going to come true to.

I know I’m the luckiest guy to ever walk the earth as I wrap my arms under her, around the white lace of her wedding dress. I feel her body press against mine as I lift her up, her smile beaming wide as I look into her eyes and carry her across the threshold of our honeymoon suite.

As I carry her through the door I try to not show that I’m straining from the effort, she’s my Princess, not a weight for me to bear.

I kiss her lovingly on the lips as I place her on our bed. The room’s exactly what we wanted, private, lush – a luxurious honey moon suite; the perfect setting to start off as we mean to go on.

It’s lit with soft candle light, and the loudest sound to be heard is the faintest trickle of water from the large Jacuzzi over to one side of the room. The bed is large, massive in fact, I’ve never seen one so big, decorated in virginal white and covered with the dark red rose petals we asked for.

We grin like youngren; we’ve been waiting for this night for a long time, planning it in our minds. In our plans this is going to be the most special, perfect, night of my life. Never again will I have her like this, so pure and perfect; all mine.

I stroke her cheek softly as we cuddle.

‘Are you sure you really want to go through with it?’ she asks me in a whisper, daring me to say yes.

‘Yes, I am.’

Last year when I finally admitted to her my darkest fantasies, I expected disgust, maybe even horror, not for her to share them too. For a year it’s been a thrill, first thinking it could actually happen, then knowing it will, if I let it.

‘I want to talk about it one more time, to make sure. Can we, pleaaaase?’ She pleads in her most teasing voice. Every night we’ve fucked for the last month she’s asked the same thing, I know it’s her favourite turn on, and I’ve got quite good at telling it – almost like a story.

‘Okay, my love, you want me to talk you all the way through it, from start to finish?’

‘Yes please.’ She lustily replies.

‘How about I give you a massage, and then tell you what I want as I pamper you?’

‘You’re such a sweet hubby. That would be wonderful.’

She teasingly sneaks a kiss on my lips as we stands up. A fast wet one, leaving me expecting more, wanting more – she’s got s*******ed at teasing me these past months.

‘Come on then hunny, get me out of this dress then.’ She purr.

I jump up, more then ready to unveil her body.

I start by slowly sliding the soft lace from around her, dropping it from her shoulders, and sliding it down to her waist. I can only imagine the great view from the front as her wonderful tits are exposed. I lick my lips, I want her, but I’m now use to being a good hubby, my days of taking the lead are well and truly over.

She wiggles her hips, her ass pressed against my crotch, as if trying to get the dress to slide down lower. I almost salivate at the thought of her sexy ass, and quickly pull the dress to the floor. She’s naked beneath. She told me she would be, she decided to go without underwear today, because she knew that all day I’d have been thinking of her naked pussy. How much I want it; what I’d be giving up

Without giving me a chance to take in her naked body she stepped out of her dress the moment it fell to the floor and jumped onto the bed, lying on her front. My new wife then wordlessly waits for her massage, there’s no doubt who’ in control here. I’d do anything she asked right now.

I look through the body lotions, butters, and oils in the room’s supplies, and select her favourite aroma. I can tell she’s impatient without having to look, it’s not only me who has been looking forward to this for months. I hurry back not wanting to displease her.

I start not with my hands, but my mouth, kissing her shoulders, and then her whole back. I love her so much, I’m lost with words to describe her, so drop dead gorgeous will have to do.

My lips find there way down to her back to her ass, my favourite bit. I squeeze it, separating the cheeks. I can see the bottom of her pussy lips, overflowing with juices; the smell hits me, making my cock twitch, how I’d love to bury my tongue in either one of her holes right now.

I pour massage oil on my hands, and as the flagrant aroma fills the room I slowly begin to work it into her back.

‘Go on then, I’m waiting, tell me what you want.’ She demands.

‘Yes my love.’ I take a moment just to get my mind together before I start, I almost can’t believe I’m actually going to say this. ‘What I want, no, what I need is for you to be my Mistress in all things sexual. I need you to completely control my sex life, to completely control my cock. I want to be your good submissive husband, submissive to you’re every will.’

I’ve asked for it a 100 times before, but never have the words seem so real before. I see her slip her hand under her body, reaching to her own pussy, she loves to stroke her aching clit as I talk about our kinky future, she always does.

‘And what about me, isn’t there some more?’ She asks.

‘Yes, I want you to be my hot wife.’

‘And what exactly does that mean?’

‘You are a beautiful sexy woman. And you deserve the best of everything, including cock. I can’t give it you, so I want you to get all the cock you need from other men.’

‘You have a cock though hubby, it’s not best of course – but why can’t you give me that?’

‘I am going to, but I want you to control it by locking it up.’

‘How?’

‘With a chastity cockcage, keeping me under lock and key.’

‘I see, so that’s how you want me to control your cock huh?’

‘Exactly.’

‘And I just take it out when I need fucking?’

‘Well yes and no. If you ever want to use it, it’ll always be ready for you, but I want you to get all the cock you ever want from other guys, guys with the best, biggest cocks, so you won’t ever need to fuck my little one.’

‘Oh, then why should I ever let it out!’

‘Um, well, I don’t know. To reward me for being a good hubby?’

‘Hmmm, we’ll see. So what about these other guys I’ll get to fuck?’ She asks it innocently enough, but I know this is your favourite part, and as I lovingly massage her I feel her body shaking from the pleasure she’s giving herself.

‘The other guys, well you’ll choose them. Any guy, any time, any way you choose.’

‘So you really want me to be your slut wife with other guys then? But what about you, you never want any kind of sex, ever?’

‘I do want you to be my slut wife, that’s correct. But no, I do not want to have any kind of sex.’

‘What do you mean hubby?’

‘I want to ALWAYS want you. I want to be always horny for you. I want my locked up cock to be so frustrated that at every moment the thing I want the most is you. So that you’re always on my mind.’

‘But I’ll have all those other men, I won’t need, and maybe not even want your little cock.’

‘I know.’

‘Then what do you actually expect to get?’

‘What I want is to be your good submissive hubby. To worship you, my gorgeous bride. To serve you and give you anything you want. I hope sometimes to get to serve you sexually, well I hope often, but that is up to you my love.’

‘But you’ll have no cock?’

‘There are other ways I can serve you sexually as your submissive husband.’

‘Go on.’

‘I have my mouth, and hands. They’ll always be ready to serve you any way you could want. I would hope to get to give you massages, worship your body, pamper you, and generally love every inch of your body. I definitely want to still get some chance to pleasure you too, but I want to use my mouth and tongue instead.’

‘Is that it, you just want to be my sweet little sex toy?’

‘Well, no. I hope you’ll use me in other ways too, hopefully nasty ways.’

‘Interesting, what do you have in mind?’

‘I’d love to be your bathroom slave. Doing everything for you, washing you, pampering you, and also, being your toilet. Drinking all your piss, and licking your pussy and ass clean for you whenever you get dirty.’

‘Whenever I get dirty?’

‘Yes whenever.’

‘So that includes other stuff, like when I get my holes full of cum, you’ll be cleaning that up too?’

‘If you want, I hope so.’

‘That’s very sweet of you, so does that mean you want to be included when I fuck other guys?’

‘Yes, I do, hopefully I can serve you then too.’

‘And what do you get out of all this?’

‘I get to fulfil my fantasies. To be a frustrated, teased, and completely controlled. To love a wife who acts like a whore with other men. To worship the body of a beautiful woman. To be the willing slave to you, to be teased, humiliated, given nasty tasks too do, I get all that. I get everything I want.’

‘I see, and when do you get this.’

‘As soon as we’ve finished our first, and last, love making as a normal married couple.’

‘Oh and why do you want that?’

‘As something to remind me all through the years of what I’m missing, my one last time of not being your slave.’

‘Well, that all sounds perfectly reamisterable to me. Are you sure that’s what you want, because if you agree now, that’s exactly what you’ll get, no turning back!’

I hesitate just a second.

‘Yes, yes I am sure, that’s exactly what I want.’

‘Good hubby, so are you ready for your last ever fuck as a normal man?’

‘Yes please my love.’

I stand back to give her space, and she rolls over, so she’s lied on her back, legs spread, pussy exposed and spread, waiting for cock.

I look at her in awe, as always, marvelling at how I got so lucky to find a girl so incredibly hot, the perfect women to be a slut wife.

She lift her hand from her pussy to my mouth, the one she’s been masturbating with, it’s covered in juices. In fact her pussy hole has oozed so much juices it’s made a wet patch on the bed. I know what she wants, to lick her hand clean – and I do it on command, submissive as ever. I savour the taste as my mind wanders off wondering if, or when, I’ll taste her pussy juices and another man’s cum mixed together.

‘Hubby, you know what I want you to do for me?’

‘No my love, what do you want me to do?’

‘Well you know how hot it makes me fantasising about a male stripper, him giving me a lap-dance as he strips naked in front of me, me getting horny for his massive cock, powerd to wait as he slowly strips before he fucks me silly. I want you to give me a lap dance. Then I can compare you to the real thing tomorrow.’

My eyes are wide, almost shocked that she’s going to fuck another guy tomorrow; but this is what I just asked for.

I stand up, almost shaking as the emotions flood through me. I walk over to the stereo, and switch it on, naturally for a honeymoon suite the music is perfect for our needs.

‘Hubby, one other thing first.’

‘Yes my love.’

‘Get my toiletries back out of my case will you?’

I walk over to the case and after a moment find the bag you mean, it’s small though, and has just a metal object in it. I shiver as I pick it up, I know what it is, the cockcage I was sized up for the day after I proposed. I walk back to my wife and hand it to her. She places it on the night stand with a wicked smile.

‘That’s for afterwards hubby.’

Her eyes watch me eagerly, she’s been waiting for this honeymoon for months herself; I only have a vague idea of her plans, but I know from the look in her eyes that’s she’s thinking depraved thoughts. Usually it’s a time for man and wife to have all to themselves, but I sense she’s going to spend it fucking as many men as she can find, while I get completely sexually frustrated.

She moves over to the edge of the bed, and sits on the corner, legs spread wide, looking at me impatiently. It’s time for our last time of (fairly) normal sex.

I start to dance, nervously at first, I’ve never been a confident dancer, but I start to get into it as I see her rubbing her pussy as her lusty eyes watch my body move.

I shake my hips, and stroke my body through my clothes in time to the music. I’m horny, very horny, and as I start to moan sexily for her it isn’t fake. I’m enjoying it, it’s embarrassing yet sexy, and I’m doing it because I was told to, like all my favourite sex acts.

My cock is rock hard under my clothes, impossible not to see, I can’t help but rub it, and wish I could be wanking it, I want to cum desperately.

I run my hands over my body, feeling my chest and crotch, before turning around and giving her a good close up look at my ass, while I squeeze and spread my own cheeks.

She’s masturbating hard, and panting, as I wiggle my ass inches from her face, while undoing the buttons of my shirt.

I bend down, undoing the laces of my shoes while letting my ass rub against her face, then I stand up and turn around. I easily slip my shoes and socks off, and she look up at me, just now wearing my suit pants, open shirt, and the white briefs I chose to wear for this special day.

I rub crotch against her face, so she can feel how hard I am as I stroke my chest. I play with my nipples for her, with my shirt pushed aside, acting like a complete slut for her viewing pleasure.

I slip my arms out of the shirt, leaving me topless, then I place a hand on her head, pushing her into my hot crotch, while still shaking my hips to the beat of the sexy music.

I want her, my cock is rock hard, it has been ever since we walked into the room. I know she wants to fuck me too from the smell of the strong scent of her pussy, and her loud slutty moans.

I unbutton my pants, letting them slowly slide down my hips as I wiggle them, before they drop to the ground. I kick them aside, leaving me naked, but for my briefs.

She smiles at me after I reveal the wet patch of precum in my briefs. And smiling back I place her hands on the side of my legs.

‘Keep your hands there my love, and take my briefs off, with your mouth.’

She doesn’t waste any time in biting the waist strap, almost ripping my briefs as she pulls them down savagely, determined to free my cock. It pops over the waist-band, slapping against her face, all 6 inches hard for her.

She gives up taking off my briefs, she’s freed my cock, that’s all she wants.

She smiles up at me, reading the message written on my cock, ‘Laura’s lil Toy’. Another of the things we did the day after we were engaged, she demanded I had it written on if we were to be married. She had it tattooed, to make sure she’d be the only women to ever touch it again. Not that it’ll be the only one she’ll ever have, not even close.

She licks the sensitive skin of the head of my cock, making me moan. When we were first dating she use to suck my cock all the time, but as I turned into her submissive hubby she played with it less and less. For the past few months she barely touched it other then when we fucked, and she’s delighted in telling me that she’s been saving her mouth for her future lovers.

I moan loudly, enjoying every moment. Almost purring like a cat, thinking of how long it could be before I have pleasure so exquisite again.

I look down and see she’s pushed her fingers into her dripping wet hole. Pushing all 4 of one hand in, stretching herself wide, while thinking of being stretched by massive cocks no doubt.

She pulls yourself away, panting loudly.

‘Fuck me! Now! I need a cock.’

She lies backwards, ready for me – her legs wide, her pussy hole waiting to be filled.

I jump on the bed, fast, I know this could be my last chance of normal sex, ever. I feel like I could cum any moment from the thoughts of what this is. The last time I fuck her tight pussy. If I ever feel it again it’ll be loose from being fucked by countless cocks that dwarf mine.

I couldn’t wait if I wanted to, I push my cock head against her hole and it sinks easily in, all the way in, until my balls and pressed against her ass.

She moans loudly for me and I feel like I could almost cum from the sounds of her moans.

‘Fuck me hard.’ She demands.

I try to; I thrust as hard as I can, pulling out as far as I can, before slamming back inside her. She moans with each thrust. I can’t help but imagine what affect a bigger cock would have on her, and feel my cock grow even harder with the thought.

I see an image of a big black guy fucking her brains out, and I feel my orgasm coming, very close. I can’t stop fucking her as hard as I can though. I’m so turned on that I’ve lost control, I couldn’t stop myself from cumming if I tried.

I feel my cock twitch inside her, and thrust to deposit my cum deep inside her pussy.

It twitches again and again, shooting load after load of hot sticky cum into her hole, I’ve not cum in days and it seems like I’ve been saving up a year, and as I finally cum to the end of my mammoth orgasm I start feeling tired.

I collapse forward on her, exhausted, and surprised, I’ve never cum so easily, or powerfully, in my life.

‘Hubby?’

‘Yes my love.’ I reply breathlessly.

‘Roll over.’

I do as I’m told and feel her moving about. I don’t care right now, I’m too tired to care. I slowly start to think about what just happened. That I came prematurely on the last time I’d ever fuck my wife’s pussy. Then I feel something on my cock, and look down.

My wife’s taken the cockcage out and is pulling my cock into it. It’s the perfect moment I guess, when I’m too exhausted to get hard. I let her do it; it’s what I want anyway.

I shiver as I feel the cold metal wrap around my soft cock, not from the cold, but from the knowledge that I’ll never be able to control it again.

I wait what seems like an eternity until I finally hear the click of the lock being closed, the end of my cock’s freedom.

Despite myself my cock tries to get hard, because I know it can’t. The thought turns me on, and for the first time ever I feel the pain of an attempted erection.

My wife starts to move again, getting on top of me, straddling me, her pussy directly in front of my face. I lie still, submissively, letting her do whatever she wants.

‘Hubby?’

‘Yes my love?’

‘Call me Mistress, when we are in bed I want you to call me Mistress.’

‘Yes Mistress.’ I reply, softly, while staring at your pussy. I can see my cum dribbling out of her hole, she’s not wiped her pussy clean like she usually does.

‘Hubby, I have a task for you. Seeing as you cum quickly like a wimp, and can’t keep your cock up like a man, then you’ll have to give me an orgasm with your mouth.’

I don’t even consider disobeying, and start to lick her pussy lips, up and down. I taste the bitterness of fresh cum mixed with her sweet juices, and feel more pain in my cock from the thoughts of it.

‘Hubby, try to eat up all that nasty cum of yours, I don’t want to make a mess of these sheets.’

I don’t answer, I have a mouthful of pussy, but I do as I’m told and try to suck my own cum from her pussy hole. I feel her pussy start to move, rubbing at my face, reminding me that I’m suppose to be making her cum too.

I wait until I have a mouthful of the cum and juice mixture before swallowing it, and wince as the sticky mixture slides down my throat. I don’t stop licking at her hole though, determined to do a good job, until finally I taste no more cum amongst her juices.

I then move my tongue onto her clit, so I can make her cum, like I couldn’t before with my cock. I slide my tongue all o

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theres a guy who like's a girl but her family ie : (lady and sisters) are all femdoms who insist that men offer there mouths and arses to other men (bull like men) at a party they hold to earn the right to date them.

Theres a scene where the guy gives in and tells his wannabe girl he will do this and she suggests he ''go over there and give him a kiss '' to show his interest in giving a blowjob to a guy at the party.

Anyone know the name and where to find this story?

Thank you

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Looking for a story, about a guy that dops his wife in black part town, she gets picked up by a black guy . They live together, she calls hubby telling him about her time. She ends up pregnant, gets tattoo. Then goes back just before baby is born.
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Boys Will Be Boys (Parts 1 & 2)
Written by DChatterly / Oct 10, 1999
Boys will be Boys.

Part 1 by DChatterly

It was all very strange, the way it happened. Mark, my husband returned from his weekly session at the local gym going on about the young lads from the local school football team who had been showering and changing at the same time as him. He laughed as he stated that young boys were certainly maturing quicker these days. He seemed genuinely surprised as he described how most of them, aged 16 or 17, sported fully developed chest hair, and quite a few displayed over sized cocks, the likes of he had never witnessed before.

Mark and I have been married for about 12 years now, he's 34 and I'm 31. I was a virgin when we wed, and have never really got into sex in a big way. We go through the motions about once every fortnight, and although Mark doesn't realise it, I had never once achieved an orgasm - never once. I don't masturbate, never have, and we don't really discuss sex much, that is until recently.

"Do you think I've got a small cock?" he asked me, as he changed for bed that night. I lay, already under the covers, glancing at a dull women's magazine. I looked up, shrugged my shoulders and smiled.

"You tell me," I replied "I've only ever seen Sams and my ********" Sam was our ***, who was ten, and my ******, who is in his fifties, I knew had a bigger one, although I didn't want to tell him that. "It's bigger than Sams." I told him, and turned my attention back to the magazine.

Mark viewed himself in the full length mirror. "Those boys at the gym today, I was kinda embarrassed," he spoke still examining his nakedness in the mirror. "I wasn't staring or anything, but most of theirs seemed to be longer and thicker. Am I paranoid or what? " I looked back towards him, resting my eyes on his flaccid member, resting shrivelled and pathetic like on his balls.

"I suppose it is quite small, when it's like that," I told him. "Come here and I'll breathe some life into it." He grinned and moved to the bed. I noticed his cock twitch and begin to grow slightly. His hands roamed under the covers towards my breasts, and I eased him down towards me. "Now let us see if you've got a little boys or not." He was resting on me, just the material of my silk pyjamas between his slowly growing cock and my crotch. As he positioned himself between my legs, I dropped the magazine to the floor and we rubbed our bodies together. I pushed hard against him, and ****** my pelvis into his. We gyrated as we kissed, and then I stopped. "You hard yet?" I asked and squeezed a hand between us searching for his cock.

"Yes," he moaned. "Do you want it?"

"Not yet," I told him as I gripped him tightly. "I'll get my tape measure and see what you've got." I knew he'd be surprised about me talking in this way, it was out of character, but I continued. "Come on, let us see then." He made a play for my breasts, but I struggled out from underneath him and reached over to the bedside drawer. He lay on his back, still reacting to my squeezing his dick with one hand. I crossed back over him, unwinding the tape measure and placing an end at the base of his cock. "Here we go then," I announced and moved my head down to read the measurement. "Four and a half inches exactly," I exclaimed, "and, hold on." I wrapped the tape round the girth. "And, eh, just under two and a half round. How's that?" I flung the tape onto the floor, and continued squeezing his cock. He never spoke, just closed his eyes and enjoyed the caressing. "Well is that bigger than the boys in the gym then?" I asked, watching his face contort with pleasure.

"God I don't think so sweetie," he uttered, under his breath. "Those ****** young boys were bigger than that, even when they didn't have a gorgeous piece of ass wanking them off." He moaned as he spoke. "One of them even said 'hurry up pencil dick', when he was waiting to use my shower."

"And what did you say to that dear?" I asked him, increasing the momentum of my hand on his cock. "Did you tell him what for?"

"No, God no, I was scared. This boy was so confident, and his dick was huge, the biggest of the bunch."

"What was Andy saying?" Andy was Mark's friend who went to the gym with him, and who lived a few doors away from us.

"Oh he has nothing to be embarrassed about," he answered. "He's big in all departments." Its true that Andy was a big bloke, and I wondered while Mark spoke just how big he meant, I mean, I had no idea really.

"You know what you should have said to the boy, don't you?" I said, finding I was getting quite turned on with this conversation.

"No, what? Tell me."

"You should have invited him round for a shower here, and I would have sorted him out." With this he came, a small dribble of semen appeared over my clenched knuckles, and Mark held his breath, as he always does, before letting out an annoying squeak and relaxing his body completely. He lay quiet, eyes closed, and I continued to massage the fluid from the tip of his diminishing cock.

He never spoke about it the next morning, but I found that most of the day I was thinking about our conversation, feeling I was getting wet, as if something inside me had suddenly been unleashed. I needed to explore this feeling more.

When Mark came in from work I tried to bring the conversation back to last night. I asked him if he was going to the gym, if he'd seen my tape measure anywhere. Nothing seemed to work; I was becoming frustrated, he wasn't getting the hint, so finally I walked in on him whilst he was peeing, pretending I was looking for something, looked down as he held his cock between 2 fingers and spoke. "How's my wee boy doing?" He knew exactly to what I referred, in-fact he peed all down one leg of his trousers as he tried to conceal himself from me.

"Oh Mark, that's bad!" I scolded him. "You have to be careful with your wee thing. Now get them off for me to wash." I could see this was turning him on, so I kept it up until Sam came home from school, when, of course, normal life resumed.

Things had definitely changed in the bedroom. At night I began to display my disappointment when we made love. I never put on the act of enjoying myself. I found, strangely enough, that this actually turned me on more; but the more I became turned on, the wider and wetter my hole would get and the more frustrated I became when Mark penetrated me and I could feel nothing. Eventually I stopped allowing him to enter me at all.

A few days later, at the start of the school holidays, Sam went to stay at his ************ for a week. The first night, I told Mark that he had to ***** in Sam's bedroom, which he duly did. Our relationship changed dramatically, I began to treat him like boy and he went along with it completely.

The next evening I arranged for our baby-sitter to come over and watch him, but telling her that it was Sam who was in bed fast a***** and Mark away on business. I had known Sally, the baby-sitter, for years. She was sixteen and the only ******** of Andy, Marks friend from the gym. When she arrived, I was getting ready to go out and I spoke to her, asking her advice on what to wear. She lived with her dad, as her mum had died a few years ago. I went into see Mark before I left, telling him to be good and keep quiet. He was startled to see the clothes that I had chosen to wear, a short red skirt which was tight across my rear, a half cut top which sat out just below my chest revealing my midriff. The bra I had chosen lifted and prominently displayed a deep cleavage between my firm breasts held back by only two loose buttons.

"Where are you going?" he asked, astonishment written clearly over his face.

"Out!" I replied sternly. "And you'd better be *****ing when I get home." With that I left him, shaking but obviously excited at the mystery of it all.

I had arranged to go out with some of the girls from my keep-fit class who were also surprised to see me dressed the way I was. It was in-fact quite an uneventful evening. I pulled many admiring glances from men, but the girls, it appeared, resented the attention I was getting, and so were not helping me out. My confidence was not so complete that I could actually sample some of the delights that I had missed out so far in my life. I thought of Mark at home playing with himself, and I ached some attention.

When I got back, Sally's Dad Andy was over keeping her company. They watched television together and Sally made me a coffee as I slumped down, slightly *****, onto an easy chair. My skirt rode up, and I was aware that I was revealing a good deal to Andy. Sally was oblivious to it, but Andy couldn't keep his eyes off my crossed legs.

"Well theirs your coffee," Sally said to me. "I'm just popping off now if that's okay. Got an early start tomorrow." She left me in the company of her ******, and I suddenly thought about Mark upstairs.

"Excuse me a second Andy," I said, and headed for the stairs. It was dark in Sam's bedroom, so I had to fumble my way over to where Mark lay. "How's my wee boy?" I whispered, sensing his presence under the covers.

"Hello," he whispered back. "Have a nice night?"

"Ssshh," I said gently right into an ear. "I have a man downstairs, so I don't want you getting up and spoiling my chances."

"Who's there?" he asked, raising his tone slightly.

"Someone who I'm sure could make me come." I knew this would shock him. I felt him start to shake, his teeth chattering as he lay face up. We'd never talked about the lack of orgasms in my life. "Now you go back to ***** and I'll see you in the morning." I couldn't resist sliding a hand under the covers to grope his miniature manhood. He was hard though, stretched to his limit and moving about eagerly for me to bring him off. "Oh dear " I said, "Someone has a wee something for me. I hope your not making a mess of those sheets." His breathing had quickened and his hips thrust towards my hand. I realised I was soaking between my legs and could feel a stickiness worsening by the second.

I had no idea how I was going to proceed with things downstairs. I mean I liked Andy, had known him for years and he was a good friend to the both of us. Was it just a game I was playing? Or was I going to take it further? I really had no idea. My insides were telling me that I had to find out what other men had between their legs before it was too late, and with the information that Mark regarded Andy as 'big in all departments', my tingles turned to longings turned to needs that were becoming difficult to restrain.

"Night night dearie." I kissed Mark on the cheek. "Don't you get up too early."

Andy was finishing off his coffee when I appeared. "I better go now," he suggested, but I could tell by the way he looked at my flushed face that he didn't want to. When I sat down close to him on the couch, breathing fast and looking deep into his eyes, I knew he'd stay.

We were both silent, probably wondering exactly what was going through the others mind, but the loose trousers that Andy wore gave the game away. Something protruded pushing heavily on the material. Andy would have seen Mark in the showers many a time, he would know what I wanted by the look in my eyes. I was sure of that. But uncertain seconds passed by, the two of us expecting it all to be seamless and knowing?.just knowing. I breathed in deeply, letting my chest rise, almost bursting the two buttons that - only just - held back my tits. I could feel them swelling. I was anticipating something, not doubting that it was going to happen, knowing, wanting, needing so bad. I felt a feeling surge through me, an alien feeling, which I realise now to have been the hint of an orgasm. Without even touching anything, I got a taste of what could be. My cheeks were burning, head spinning as I noticed how powerful Andy looked, the first time e'd ever looked at each other this wasy. He kissed me.

I responded thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth (something else I never do with Mark). I was aware of panting, especially when his hands gripped my breasts and he threw me down.

Before I knew it, I was undressed and had been turned around, until I was kneeling on the carpet, resting my front against the couch I had moments ago sat. He was licking, kissing and blowing heavily into my ear neck and back, all the time fondling my breasts and stomach so manfully. I can't remember how and when he became naked, but he was thrusting into me from the rear. I hadn't even seen, or felt his cock yet, but he eased it into me, and I pushed back crying out as I felt it against my cunt lips. I felt my swollen hole gently widen as it found its way further up. Then I knew it, I had came. Before he even began thrusting it, I had came. I knew now what it was, and liked it at that moment, never wanting it to end.

He fucked me constantly for over an hour before letting his seed go. I was on top of him when he came and was shocked as I felt the sheer ***** of his semen spill within me. I felt saturated, yet it kept on pouring deep towards my womb. My breathing slowed with the pace of his after-thrusts. He became gentle with his movement and all the sensations I had been feeling came into focus. I had been lost on a wave of ecstasy and forgotten where and who I was. I was floating down now, safe in the arms of this real man.

Andy stayed the night, we moved upstairs to the room next to where Mark was. He asked if we would wake Sam, but I assured him he was a heavy *****er. "I'll just check on him," I said, and left him lying on my marital bed. As I suspected, Mark was wide awake. I was naked and feeling so much a woman, as I approached the ***** size single bed. I switched on the bedside light and looked down on my husband. "Hi there honey," I said, greeting his wide eyes with a wicked smile. "Want to know what I've been up to? Or should I say, what's been up me." He extended an arm towards my sticky pubic hair and stroked me gently. A finger un-expectantly slipped with ease into my hole. I stood still and allowed him to wiggle it around. He definitely noticed the difference. There was an openness that had previously been absent, all tightness was gone. I was soaking and his finger must have been thick with Andy's thick semen. "Lick it," I croaked as he withdrew his finger from me. He obliged and suck gerly on his own skinny index finger. "I've just come to tuck you in." I said as I sensed him ejaculate. He closed his eyes and went through the familiar routine of holding his breath and squealing. I whipped back the covers that concealed him, just in time to see the last spittle of come trickle down the short expanse of his cock.

"Oh dear," he uttered, and I tutted and shook my head in an exaggerated fashion.

"Now that's very naughty," I scolded him. "Small boys should not be doing that in front of people. Kindly keep that kind of thing to yourself. You're very bad."

He looked at me sheepishly. "I'm sorry," he uttered, revelling in his new role as a *****. "Has your man friend gone now?"

"No my man friend has not gone yet, and will not be going. So you better be neither seen nor heard until I say so. Your confined to your room for being bad. Do you understand?" He nodded and pulled the covers over his shamed body. I closed the door and went back to my new lover.

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Boys Will be boys pt 2

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Mark adapted very well to our fast evolving relationship. I also surprised myself, the way in which confidence began oozing from me - the likes of I'd never witnessed in all my 31 years. I was soon making up for the 12 years of inadequate sex that I'd been dealt during my married life. I'd been denied the good fortune of a decent sized cock and was determined to get the most of the one I'd recently discovered, and whoever else's I could conjure up.

The night I'd spent with Andy had been the starting block. The night I'd received my fill and the woman in me had been unleashed, was the night I found total control. Yet for the sake of my *****, I was not about to jeopardise my marriage to Mark. I intended to stay with him, just as he wished, but by my rules, where he would be treated exactly the way he deserved - what with that undeveloped member hanging between his legs. He merited protection and ********* until he became a real man, that was the least I could do for him. He took to his new role very well, and me to mine even better.

During my very filling and delightful sexual encounters with Andy, he began asking of Mark, believing him to be staying with Sam - our *** - at his ************. I explained that we were having a few marital problems - nothing major - but that they were mainly to do with our sexual relations. Eventually I told him that Mark couldn't satisfy me, but I still loved him and did not intend to leave him. Andy confessed that he had noticed Mark's lack of size whilst showering after the gym. He couldn't stop himself from laughing, to which I told him he was being cruel. Mind you, I found myself joining in with his sniggering as I began to stroke his length into rigidity. I quickly ended up on top of him, impaling myself uncontrollably. It was wild, wet and wonderful.

"When is he due back?" Andy asked me as I lay panting on top of him.

"Today," I responded calmly. He almost threw me off onto the floor as he pounced up searching for his underwear. "No, calm down," I told him, trying to pull him back down to the bed.

"But he's my friend," he stammered. "I don't want him to find me here."

"What would you say if I said that he knows you're here." He stopped in his tracks and stared me down waiting for me to continue. "I think he maybe sees this as some kind of therapy," I told him, reaching for his hands and beckoning him towards me. He frowned quizzically.

"What do you mean?"

I decided not to tell him that Mark was actually through in Sam's bedroom. That would have freaked him out. I told him instead that he had given me permission to experiment and decide whether the problem in our love life was his or my own. It was most definitely his. Mark went home saying that he would have to think it all out. I kissed him deeply, just to remind him of the hot tart who required his special attention, should he decide to return.

Moments later, Mark shuffled through to the bedroom and jumped up beside me. "Come and get a cuddle sweetie," I told him as he me a playful fumble for my breasts. He knelt next to me and beheld my naked body. I sensed his lust.

"Is your man away?" he asked. I nodded, spreading my legs for him to take in the view of my swollen labia. "Can I?" he whispered.

"No you can not!" I asserted. "You are just not ready for that type of thing." He looked disappointed and reached out a hand towards me in defiance. I slapped it away and ordered him to get dressed.

As we sat at the kitchen table sipping cups of coffee, I related the events of the previous evening. He seemed rea***ably pleased that it had been Andy who had spent the night in our marital bed. Naturally he was inquisitive as to what it was like for me, and I told him as much as I thought he could handle at this stage. "Am I due an early night tonight?" he asked me. "I'm supposed to be going to the gym later."

"No your not," I said to him. "You will not be going back there with all those big boys around." He nodded his head slowly.

"I suppose so," he responded. "What arrangements have you made?"

I hadn't actually made any, but decided I wanted to visit Andy.

"I will be going out for a while," I told him, "and I expect you to be in bed when I return." He smiled affably and slurped at his coffee cup.

Andy couldn't hide his pleasure at seeing me. As he opened the door, I pushed through and grabbed him round the shoulders. My tongue entered his mouth, and his response was more than inviting. When I drew back for breath his eyes fell upon the swell of my breast

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