A Friend in Need by Casey Holt
http://www.medium.com/@casey-holt-erotica/a-friend-in-need-part-1-badde04b797c

Part 1

Trying to keep the look of pity from showing, I knew that I was failing miserably. Dane looked away as he told us of his plight and my heart went out to him. It explained so much. The failed relationships, some of them with women who were perfect for him, he was too nice of a man to spend his life alone.

"How long have you had ED?" Jim asked.

"Years," Dane replied defeatedly then followed it with, "sorry."

"Don't be," Jim told him.

My husband and I both waved off Dane's concern for telling us about a negative thing in his life that was bothering him. We'd been discussing trying to find him a partner and my interest in playing matchmaker for him. When he had finally told us that he suffered from erectile dysfunction, it had explained so much and I instantly wanted to help him more, in some way.

My husband pushed on, "So you haven't like—come—in years?" Jim asked.

"Like at least two." Dane sighed. "I meet these great women and most of them want to push through with a relationship despite it but—," he paused then added, "women have needs too, and sometimes they need more than a vibrator and a shoulder to lean on."

"I don't know about that," I chimed in. "I think you're selling women short. Justine was nice."

"And she craved something I couldn't give her. It was the reason we broke up."

"Oh—" My voice trailed off hearing that revelation as I stared down at my wine glass. Draining it, I tried to cut the miserable feeling I had for bringing his ex-girlfriend up. Looking over at Jim, I announced, "I need more wine." As I rose, I shot him a look that told him that I wanted to talk to him in private.

"You'll need help opening a new bottle," Jim offered as he followed me into the kitchen. Alone, he asked me, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I want to help him." I sighed heavily. "He's such a nice guy and he deserves to have a woman."

"Help? Like how? Finding him a celibate lover? Or giving him an erection yourself?" My husband teased.

"Well—yeah," I countered as I looked at him seriously.

He blinked back at me. "And you think you that's all it takes to help him with ED? I don't think it works like that Heather."

"I can try," I cut him off before adding, "If you don't mind."

"You want to try to give one of my closest friends an erection?" He folded his arms across his chest.

"And see if I can get him to perform. Then maybe he'll have some sort of breakthrough—I don't know Jim—I just want to help."

He leaned back against the counter then looked back into the living room at Dane. "I suppose." His eyes settled back on me. "Do you really think that would help?"

"I know I want to try. If he'll let me—if you'll let me."

"You're asking a lot from me," Jim told me then sighed. "Plus, not getting it up is an embarrassing and frustrating thing for a guy," then added. "Just don't make it worse for him."

"You know I won't."

"Okay. Try it," my husband told me giving me permission to seduce another man. "In the extra bedroom," he added fixing me with a firm look. "Not in our bed."

"Got it," I grinned before kissing him and heading back into the living room to make a play for someone else.

"Dane?" I asked as I crossed the room to him then sat on the sofa next to him. "I want to help you with your problem. I want—" I looked up at Jim in the doorway. "I want to tr yo to get your hard."

He laughed. "It doesn't work like that," he parroted what my husband had just told me.

"Well—it might." I took his hand. "Look. With other women there was pressure. You desperately wanted to perform because you wanted to ensure you had a relationship with them. That was stressful I'm betting." He nodded his ascent as I plowed forward. "Well—there's none of that pressure with me. It'll be just me doing something nice for a friend."

"I don't want pity sex."

Gently touching his face, I cupped his cheek. "Honey. It wouldn't be pity sex. I'd be getting something out of it too." I didn't look at my husband again as I said it. "Besides," Dane looked over at me. "If you can get it up then make me come too." Finally, I finally looked over at my husband. "I'll give you my ass."

"What?" Jim exclaimed and I held up a hand to silence him.

"Dane, I know you love my big ass. I've caught you staring at it—ogling it even," I chuckled. "If you can perform, you can fuck my ass and come in it."

"Now that's pressure," Dane quipped with a half-smile.

"No—an incentive," I corrected. "What do you say?"

Dane looked up at my husband, "And you're okay with this?"

"Yes," Jim coughed, and I glared at him. "Yes," he repeated more firmly. "Mostly."

"Good. That's settled." I took Dane's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Honey—can you get the lube—we may need it."

"Err—right. Sure thing," Jim told me then headed for our bedroom as Dane and I headed for the spare one. Jim was back a moment later and handed me the bottle as he whispered, "What was that all about?"

"If Dane's problem is as bad as he says it is, then we won't even need this," I whispered back as I held up the lube before leaning up to kiss my husband.

"Okay," he replied, and I noted the doubt in his eyes.

"He might even go off in my mouth when I get him hard. After all, it's been a long time without an orgasm."

"God that's not healthy for a man," Jim sighed then looked over my shoulder at his friend. "If she uses her mouth on you, buddy, you'll never forget it. Heather gives one hell of a fucking blowjob."

"Thanks," Dans smiled weakly as I kissed my husband again then pushed him out the door before closing it behind him.

"Now," I rounded on the object of my determination. "Let's see what we can do for you."

Stripping slowly for him, Dane sat on the bed watching me. One piece at a time, I dropped my clothes on the floor at my feet as I did a striptease for him hoping that it would at least get the ball rolling. He watched me with a fixated intent expression as I bared my body for him. While not petite by any means, my luscious curves swelled gently over my hourglass figure as his eyes drank me in. Stripping down my panties facing away from him, I gave him a direct view of my plump rounded backside. Smiling back at Dane around my thick thigh, I was hoping to see a telltale bulge in the front of his pants. There was nothing.

Turning and vamping toward him, I straddled him as he sat in the chair, and I hung my pendulous breasts in his face before encasing him between them. Taking each one in my hands, I rubbed them delightfully over the sandpaper scrub of his beard before brushing my nipples across his lips. He playfully licked them then nipped at each one. At least Dane was starting to get into the evening even if his cock wasn't.

"Let's see what we're working with," I whispered as I stepped back on the floor and took his hand.

Pulling him to his feet, I worked his shirt off then dropped to my knees to open his pants. Knowing that my wide fleshy ass was splaying out beneath me to give him a bird's-eye view of the deep crevasse splitting it, I was hoping that it was helping him as I tugged his pants down over his hips. His shorts were next, and I stopped as his flaccid penis came into view. Long and thick, Dane was already far bigger soft than Jim was hard, and I was having misgivings about offering him my ass as an incentive.

"Wow," I whispered as I hefted his soft velvety cock in my hand the began stroking him.

"Tell me about it. That's what makes this even worse," Dane lamented above me. "It's so big and it won't even work."

"Well let's see if we can rectify that," I replied sexily as I opened my lips wide.

My jaw ached instantly as I tongued his cock and worked him as far into my mouth as I could; which wasn't far. His soft doughyl flesh rippled strangely against my lips as I tried to stuff him into my mouth. I swirled it with my tongue then began working him in and out.

Nothing happened. After several minutes, I pulled him from my lips.

"Told you," Dane told me with a sigh.

"I don't give up easily," I told him firmly as I offered him my hand to help me up off the floor.

Pulling him onto the bed, I lay him back then crawled over the top of him. My bare breasts brushed his hard chest, and my nipples were achingly hard. If Dane couldn't finish, I was going to have to do something to relieve myself before we were through. Perhaps he had been right about women having needs?

Kissing him, I sighed into his mouth as my hand kept up constant stroking on his impressive flaccid cock. I moaned my approval into his mouth as I snaked a hand down lower to stroke his balls then moved back up to pump his doughy meat with my fist. With still no response, I upped the ante and worked down to suckle his tight hard nipple as I stroked him.

"It's not working," Dane whined. "I told you."

"Shh—" I quieted him as I worked over to his other nipple.

Nipping at it, I ran my tongue down his stomach to his cock again. Still soft, I did notice a change in its thickness as I again took him between my lips. With my curvaceous ass in the air, I gave Dane a perfect view of its shapely form and the deep cleft splitting it. Moaning, I worked his cock in and out of my mouth as I cupped his balls. It took a full minute, but I felt him start to grow in my mouth.

"It's—it's happening," Dane moaned with astonishment as I fellated him. "Look at that ass." I knew then what was doing the trick.

To both our delight, his cock began to stiffen more as it grew and pushed deeper into my mouth as I struggled to work my lips up and down his impressive shaft. Adding my hand to his base to hold him erect, I began working him faster in and out of my mouth as my lips stretched painfully taut around his considerable girth. When fully hard, I ran my tongue around his bulbous purplish tip and eyed his cock appreciatively and also with a little fear. I had offered my ass to a man with a monstrous cock and knew I couldn't take it back.

"You did it," Dane whispered with amazement.

"You're fucking huge," I exclaimed.

"It's been so long, I didn't think about warning you," he shrugged, and I believed him. "I didn't think it would work—but the sight of that ass."

"Well—this will be a struggle," I whispered as I moved up over him to straddle his hips. The entire time, my eyes were locked on the bottle of lube on the nightstand remembering the incentive I had given him.

My poor ass was never going to be the same again.

Part 2

Dane stretched me open like I was a virgin as I slid inch by long inch down his massive cock until he bottomed out painfully deep inside me. Bracing my hands on his chest, I began grinding my hips forcing the tip of his magnificent cock to hit places my husband never had. Rocking faster, I hung my head back and moaned as Dane reached up to thumb both my nipples only adding to the intense pleasure that was pounding through me with the pain.

"God yes, that's the spot," I moaned as I began flexing my hips faster and my orgasm instantly began to build. He squeezed my breasts together before I began bouncing painfully on his incredible cock and my moans turned to screams.

"It's been so long," he moaned under me as I fucked him, and he felt the inside of a woman for the first time in years. "It feels so good."

Climaxing hugely, I wanted to make sure I got my orgasm in before he came given his long stretch between erections. I had feared that he'd go off like a rocket within seconds after entering me. Crying out, my orgasm shattered me as he groped my breasts and moved a hand down to needlessly help guide my hips. My orgasm was intense as I bounced painfully on him, and stars exploded behind my tightly closed eyelids. As pleasure pounded through me and I peaked, I collapsed forward onto Dane gasping as he held my fleshy hips and I struggled to recover.

"You feel so good," he moaned again into the crook of my neck. I kissed him. "This ass—," he started but his voice trailed off before finishing, "I can't believe it." From the look on his face as I cupped his cheek tenderly, it was obvious that he was being flooded with emotions after so long without having a woman.

To save face for him, I whispered, "You want to get behind that ass you have in your hands?"

Dane nodded up at me.

Reluctantly, I climbed off him and moved on to all fours. He moved behind me and within seconds, he was probing his bulbous cockhead back into my drenched slit. Unpracticed and not finding the hole at first, I reached a hand between my legs to guide him and marveled about how my hand didn't fit around him. He stretched me open again as he sank into me inch by impossibly long inch.

Groaning as Dane slid balls deep into me, I cast another glance at the bottle of lube next to us and wondered how he was even going to fit in my other promised orifice. When he began slamming his cock into me, the thought was pushed from my mind momentarily as he fucked me with his horse cock.

"Fuck! That feels so good! I'm so full!" I cried as he took handfuls of my curvaceous hips and pounded his cock into me. "Don't stop!"

I knew my husband in the other room had to hear my screams and worried that he'd ask me a ton of questions afterward. The evening had started as me doing something to help a friend, and instead, I was being fucked mercilessly by the biggest cock I'd ever had in me. Another orgasm hit me within minutes of Dane fucking me from behind and a part of me was hoping that he'd come to save my poor asshole from having to endure such a large object violating it.

Screaming, I climaxed as I clawed at the bedding desperate for something to hold onto. Dane was fucking me savagely and part of me hoped it would end to ease my battered cunt but another part of me was wishing it would never end at all. He felt incredible. Climaxing hugely, my breasts crushed to the bed giving him an even better view of my plump ass encased in his strong hands. As I melted into the bed and he slowed his onslaught against my bruised insides, he patted me gently on my hip.

"Time for lube," he told me hoarsely and I cracked my eyes open as he reached for it.

Seconds later, the cold slick liquid was squirted into my tight hole, and I readied myself for what I knew I was about to receive. Dane moved his bulbous cockhead up to my tight opening and brushed it into it. Pressing into me, I hissed as his large tip pushed through the ring. It popped in as I cried out and I reached both hands behind me to pull my ass apart hoping to ease the pressure.

"I don't know," I moaned as he let me rest for a second to get used to his girth.

"Do you want me to stop?" Dane offered as he looked around me at the pained expression on my face.

"No. This is for you Baby," I moaned. "All for you."

He pushed firmly into my ass, and I was shocked when he easily slid deeper into me. His immense girth was stretching me open painfully.

"More?" He asked before I nodded my assent then Dane pushed deeper into my asshole. "More?" He asked again after letting me rest to adjust to his large size impaling me. Again, I nodded my agreement and panted into the bedding as several more inches of his cock damaged my rectum.

"No more," I finally begged as he let me rest again. With relief, Dane pulled back out of me only to thrust back in. He kept at it over and over again and gradually the pain eased until intense pleasure was pounding through me.

"Fuck my ass," I finally panted. "Give me all of it." He began slamming his enormous cock into my asshole. "Fuck! You're huge!" I screamed before snaking a hand between my legs to rub my clit. The pleasure built as he fucked my ass and I played with myself.

"This is incredible," Dane breathed behind me as he sodomized me.

His huge cock was impaling me with each violent thrust and my moans turned to a steady wail as he filled my ass. "Give me all of it!" I cried again as his grip on my ass tightened. "More!"

To my shock, Dane slowed before raising up to stand over top of me. His long cock never left my once tight asshole that he was destroying. Squatting over my plump hips, he straddled them then began pounding the full length of his glorious cock into my ass. I screamed into the bedding and masturbated furiously while my orgasm exploded through me as I was ass fucked like a porn star.

"Fuck me!" I screamed louder as his balls slapped against my soaked cunt and I was rocked on the bed with each violent lunge into me. My orgasm pounded through me like a freight train as he sodomized me. As my orgasm finally died away, I panted, "I can't take much more."

Behind us, I heard the bedroom door slam open as Jim stepped into the room. "Heather?" He croaked followed by, "Holy shit! Dane? You're huge!" A second later, he exclaimed, "That cock fit in your ass?"

"Yes!" I screamed as another orgasm shattered me and I finally felt Dane's massive cock start to throb inside me.

"I'm coming," he announced as his orgasm began and he pulsed with each deep plunge into my ass.

A second later, Dane flooded my ass with two years' worth of semen, and it felt like a fire hose going off inside me. Cum washed deep into my destroyed asshole and I screamed into the bedding as he cried out behind me. Between my legs, I felt his copious load being pulled from my asshole with each outward stroke to drizzle down over my tired cunt. I knew my husband had a perfect view of my ass's destruction from his spot in the doorway as his closest friend overflowed my asshole.

As Dane finished, he slumped onto me impaling me deeply one last time. We crashed to the bed as my legs gave out and lay entangled with his cock still pulsing inside me. It gradually began to soften.

"Pull out," I groaned as my rectum ached.

Dane shifted and his cock voided me leaving behind a strange tingling feeling that felt like I was gaping open. Gingerly, I reached a hand around to soothe my stretched asshole as I groaned.

"I can't believe you did that Heather? You took all of it," Jim exclaimed from the side of the bed after he dared to step closer. "Dane? You're fucking huge."

"I can't believe it fit either," I groaned. "It hurt like hell at first but then it felt amazing."

"I can't believe she got me hard," Dane panted as he sprawled out on the bed next to me and I looked up to note Jim eyeing the other man's monstrous cock with astonishment.

"I told you Heather's good and she'd get you there," Jim replied never taking his eyes off the gigantic cock that had just wrecked my ass.

"Was she ever," Dane replied dreamily as he draped a hand over my hip and I flinched. My whole bottom hurt. "Can we do that again?" He asked.

Casting a glance up at Jim, he nodded down at me giving us his blessing.

"Sure thing—just give my asshole a break for a while," I breathed as I groaned then shifted uncomfortably.

Jim offered me his hand to help me stand and I hunched over as he helped me to the bathroom so could rid the copious load of semen that was oozing from my sore nether regions. My entire crotch was coated with Dane's cum.

The evening had started out with my helping a friend in need but ended with me being the one in need of help as my husband assisted me. Despite that, I knew I would do it all over again. Perhaps, my husband would join us next time.

I asked him and received a knowing smile from him. Jim was more than willing to help a friend in need and his own wife.

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An Older Man Gave Me My First Orgasm by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/an-older-man-gave-me-my-first-orgasm-part-1-385ac5391b1a
What he told me made me finally realize what everyone else had been telling me

Part 1

He walked by, smiled, then nodded to me as I held up a sweater to see if it was the right size. Much older than me, wearing worn jeans and a faded flannel shirt, the man was handsome as he smiled again at me. Tyler and Zane didn't even notice as they horsed around behind me. With a tinge of gray at his temples, even for his age, he was good-looking. The guys were a distraction as they bumped into me turning my attention back to them as the man walked away.

"Stop acting like idiots," I hissed as they continued shoving each other.

"Hurry up," Zane told me as he slugged Tyler in the chest.

Moving away from them, I walked deeper into the woman's section looking at clothes. The boys followed behind.

"Are you almost done?" Tyler whined as they crowded next to me clearly impatient that I was taking a moment for me to shop.

"Give me a minute," I scowled as I picked out a pair of jeans and then held them up to my legs to see if they would fit before I'd head to the changing room to try them on.

"You're not going to try them on, are you?" Tyler asked as I rolled my eyes. Heaven forbid I'd do something for myself when he was around.

"Yes," I told him. "I might."

"This is bullshit," Zane complained.

"Besides, those will make your ass look fat. Like those yoga pants you're wearing," Tyler told me, and I turned to him in disgust. His mean comment hurt.

Catching movement out of the corner of my eye, I saw the older gentleman again in the same section as us making a show at looking at clothes on the rack next to us. I wondered why he was in the woman's section. He nodded to me again without smiling and looked like he wanted to say something before pretending again to look at a blouse.

"Hi," I offered him as I put the jeans back and tried to ignore my boyfriend and his friend as they went back to horsing around.

"Let's go. Come on. Now," Tyler ordered me. He started to walk away but I didn't follow.

"Excuse me," the man addressed me. "Can I ask you something?" He was looking directly at me ignoring Tyler and Zane who were now stopped several steps away waiting impatiently.

"I guess?" I took a step toward him and offered him a friendly smile.

"Who's this guy, Kara," Tyler asked as he followed. Clearly, he was attempting to claim me as his despite the man I was talking to being more than twice our age. "A friend of your dads?"

"Shush," I hissed at him as I turned back to the man.

He had beautiful expressive brown eyes that were set in a rugged friendly face. He set his lips into a firm line as he cast a glance at Tyler and Zane then back to me.

"What are you doing with these two clowns?" He pointed at Tyler and Zane.

"What—?" Tyler started as he glared at the man.

"I take it this one is the boyfriend?"

"Yes," Tyler told him angrily as he postured toward the man and tried to elbow me aside.

"Yes," I agreed as I held my ground. At that moment, I was clearly embarrassed to admit my relationship with Tyler.

"I see," the man continued. "Locals I bet too." He eyed the three of us.

"Yes," I replied a bit defensively not knowing where he was going with his line of questioning.

The man looked directly at me ignoring Tyler and Zane again. "I'm betting you had a chance to go somewhere else to college but stayed behind to go to a local college for this guy." He tossed his head at Tyler as he hit my circumstances directly on the head. "And I bet you do everything for him too." He looked at Tyler with distaste. "I'm betting he doesn't work. Doesn't have a car. I bet he sits around his parent's house all day playing video games."

He had hit the nail on the head about both Tyler and Zane too.

"Shut the fuck up Mister," Tyler angrily told him as he postured closer. The man didn't back down but turned toward him.

"I'd take a step back if I were you son. Sometimes in life, you meet someone you shouldn't fuck with." To my surprise, Tyler did as he was told.

"Well—" I started, trying to turn the conversation less confrontational and back to what the man had been saying. "Well yeah. You're right," I admitted. The guy really had pegged my boyfriend and his friend for the losers that they are. The man gave me a hard stare as he tried to figure me out more. I shifted uncomfortably.

"Why do you put up with that? I'm guessing that you have a job and go to school. I bet you even drove these two clowns here. I'm betting you drive them everywhere and pay for the gas. Probably for dinner too if they want to go out."

Tyler seemed to shrink back as the man glared over at him. He really did seem to know my boyfriend well or at least his type.

"Well yeah," I agreed not knowing what else to say. "But Zane buys his own food." It sounded stupid even as it left my mouth.

The man was right and was only repeating what my parents had been on me about for several months. They had been telling me to dump Tyler for a long time.

"Why do you put up with that? Honey, you can do so much better."

"Now wait a minute," Tyler finally found some fortitude and squared his shoulders.

"I'd settle down if I were you Scooter," the man told Tyler as he turned to face him. Again, I watched my boyfriend back off. and it made me realize something else about Tyler, he was a wimp unless it came to ordering me around.

"Well, I just wanted to say, I don't understand why you're with this guy. You can do much better. A whole lot better. You seem nice. You're beautiful and have a cute figure. Going to college. A job." He glanced over at Tyler then back at me. "You have a lot going for you."

"Thanks," I mumbled as he smiled again at me before turning again to the guys standing behind me.

"Boys," the man addressed them then walked away.

It was at that moment, It finally sank in what my parents had been trying to tell me. It was the same thing a stranger had told me. Tyler and Zane were boys. The guy walking away from us was a man.

"Fuck him. The old bastard," Tyler spit out. "Come on. Let's go," he ordered me.

Turning to him, I glared directly at him. "He's right."

"What? Who? That old guy?"

"Yes. He's right. Why am I with you? You bring nothing to this relationship. No job. No car. You use me for everything including sex," I paused for a beat then added, "we're through."

"But Kara," Tyler started as he grabbed my arm. I jerked it away and turned to walk out into the aisle. My shopping was long forgotten.

Tyler followed after me and I heard Zane tease him, "Dude you just got dumped."

"Fuck you," Tyler shot back at him.

He caught my arm again. "Come on Kara?"

I whirled on him, "No. We're through. I've had enough and it took that guy to make me realize it."

"How are we supposed to get home. You drove," Tyler whined and it became even more clear that he was more interested in what I could do for him than about being with me.

By that time, I was livid as I whirled on him. "I drive everywhere. It's not my problem how you get home. Get a job. Get a car. Walk home," I seethed. "I don't care. It's not my problem anymore."

Turning on my heels, I left him standing in the middle of the aisle looking stupid. As I headed for the exit, I caught up with the older man as he left the checkout and pushed his cart toward the doors.

Part 2

"Mister? Wait up," I called to the man that had just made me see the light about my miserable relationship.

He turned around as he hit the sidewalk and smiled when he saw it was me. I fell in step with him as he continued toward his car.

"I did it."

"Did what, Darlin?" He looked side-eyed at me.

"Dumped Tyler."

He stopped walking and looked at me for a beat as his face split into a broad grin. He nodded. "Good for you. I knew you had it in you. That guy is a small-town loser and that's all he'll ever be unless he grows up."

"You live in this small town too," I teased as I grinned back up at him and tried to match my steps to his long stride.

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "But I'm not a loser. I have a job. Pay my bills. Raised a family. Plus, I choose to live here. I don't live with my parents."

"You have a family?" I asked.

"A son. He'll be thirty in a month. And I have an ex-wife that I'm still on good terms with." By that time, we were next to his truck and he unlocked it to start loading his bags in. As he did, he continued, "Listen. I was just saying that you deserve more than the guy will ever offer you." He stopped with a bag in his hand. "My advice? Find a nice guy at school and see where things go. Maybe get married someday. Have a career. Lead a good life."

"I plan to do just that," I replied smiling.

"Good. You were too good for—Tyler, was it?" He told me again and I nodded. "You're a beautiful girl. A little doll baby actually. You seem smart and nice. You'll find the right guy." I looked up at him and tucked strands of my blonde hair back behind both ears. His compliments were a lot more than I had ever gotten from Tyler. The man's face softened. "Look. I just didn't like the way he was talking or treating you, so I had to say something." He went back to loading his car.

"I appreciate that."

He paused again with a bag in his hands. "He just seemed like a lot of the guys I see around here. Just in it for himself. With everything. Treat their women terribly. It just gets to me." He set the final bag in the back seat.

"Everything?' I asked him as I handed his last bag to him.

Tyler and Zane came out of the store and started yelling obscenities and threats at us from a distance. We both watched them as they headed toward the street.

"Ignore them," the man told me. I turned back to him as he continued, "Everything. He was using you. Everything about your relationship was about him using you. Am I right?"

"I guess so."

"You know so," the man confirmed. "I've seen it before. You gave him money, drove him around. Did the things he wanted to do."

"Yes," I agreed begrudgingly as I looked away and shifted uncomfortably.

"And sexually too, I'm betting?" Shocked, I turned back to him as he went someplace I hadn't expected. "And I'm betting it was over quick too."

He chuckled as he looked down at me. Far from being uncomfortable with his line of questioning, instead, I laughed. He was right about that too.

"Very quick."

"And I'm betting you didn't even get anything out of it." He folded his arms across his chest.

Despite my growing comfort with the man, I felt the need to childishly stick up for Tyler still. "He made me feel good?"

"That ended as a question." He smirked at me knowingly. "Were you pleasured?"

"As in did I have an orgasm?"

"Yeah." He was looking at me dead on as he asked me intimate details about my lackluster sex life with my now ex-boyfriend.

"I think so?" My voice rose again at the end like a question as I, in fact, wasn't sure if I had ever climaxed when Tyler and I were together.

"If you don't know if you did then you certainly didn't," the man corrected me, and I sighed again as I watched Tyler and Zane walk down the street away from us. He continued, "Listen. I don't mean to pry. It's none of my business and I'm not making advances on you here. Really. I've just seen this all before with women around here. You're beautiful and you can do so much better than that guy." He nodded toward the pair walking down the side of the street. They were still horsing around and from what I could see, my dumping Tyler wasn't phasing him a bit other than a cold walk home. " You deserve it."

An idea struck me. "Will you—" my voice trailed off as I waivered about what I was going to ask.

"Will I do what?"

"Will you show me—" I let out a long breath as I tried to find my courage. I squared my shoulders and looked up at him. "Listen. You made me feel good. Inside. With your kind words. Special even. You helped me see what everyone else was trying to tell me about Tyler." I paused. "Will you have sex with me? I want to know if I was having an orgasm or not."

"I told you. If you did, you'd know it." He paused be adding, "and I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?" I asked hurt that he was turning me down.

"For starters, I'm more than twice your age. I'm betting I'm older than your parents."

"Maybe? But you're experienced," I argued.

"True. And two, we don't even know each other's names."

"I'm Kara," I told him as I offered him my hand smartly.

"Jack," he replied with his kind smile, that I was coming to enjoy. We shook. "Listen. I'm also guessing that your willingness to jump into bed with an older stranger—that you just met, I might add." He smiled again at me before continuing, "Well—that said some kind things to you—is indicative of why you were with that guy still in the first place." He pointed after Tyler and Zane as he finally let go of my hand.

His words stung but deep down I knew he was right. My offering myself to him after he was just being nice to me was a bit insecure of me. "Maybe," I offered weakly.

Jack's shoulder's sagged as he sighed and smiled at me seeming suddenly tired. "How about this?" He pulled out his phone. "Give me your number." I gave it to him as he typed it into his contacts. "And here's mine." I did the same. "Call me—"

"Can I text?"

"Or text me," Jack grinned. "And we'll get to know each other. Then maybe we can see where things go." He stopped then added, "But Kara, I'm not looking for a relationship with a woman that's less than half my age. That's not what this is all about or why I stepped up to say something to you."

"I know. I got it," I agreed. "Friends?" I smiled up at him.

Jack nodded. "We can be friends and we'll see if that other thing comes up again. Okay?"

It was the nicest treatment I'd ever received from a guy that wasn't my dad. It only made me like Jack even more. "Okay," I agreed with a smile.

Jack surprised me then by leaning down and kissing me on the forehead. It wasn't sexual nor did it seem fatherly. Rather, it felt caring and warm. In return, as he started to pull away, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and hugged him tightly. It really did feel like I had made a new friend; someone that would treat me the way I knew I needed to be treated.

"Thank you," I whispered as I let him go and smiled up at him.

"You're welcome Beautiful. You have a good night."

"I will," I told him as I started for my car. "I'll text you," I called back to him over my shoulder.

"Okay," Jack waved to me before climbing into his truck.

Elated with making a new friend, I settled into the driver's seat and sat there for a few minutes thinking about Jack before starting the car. Pulling out of the parking lot, I passed Tyler and Zane walking down the side of the road and beeped the horn as I flipped them off.

Part 3

The next day, I texted Jack. Knowing it would seem needy—I did it anyway. Over the next couple of weeks, we got to know each other better and the first piece of advice that he gave me was to make sure I went cold turkey with my communication with Tyler. Just as Jack had warned, Tyler tried to contact me relentlessly in a vain attempt to get me back. With Jack's advice and strength helping me, I was able to get through it to the point that Tyler finally left me alone.

Jack and my friendship grew. He was a big help to me, and after showing him how to text it, progressed to an occasional lunch at a diner off campus when he could get free from work. Platonic friends, we quickly became close, and he would remind me again that he wasn't there for a hookup or to date me. Thankful for that, he kept telling me to take some time after Tyler to be by myself to discover who I was. Rather it was a full three months before I broached the subject about sex with him again.

Up until that point, my friends were thinking it was weird that I had a new friend that was older than my parents, but I felt comfortable with Jack. There was no pressure for sex. He didn't use me the way Tyler had for everything including sex. He was just a nice man, who had come to my rescue by helping me finally realize I was in a losing situation and could do better for myself.

Still, after three months without sex, even if Tyler had never given me an orgasm, I knew I needed something and broached the subject again with Jack. He had listened intently over lunch then leaned back in his chair as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. It took some persuading on my part, but he finally agreed to help me. Jack agreed to have sex with me.

More excited than I imagined I'd be, the thought of adding a sexual component to my relationship with Jack ignited something in me. Attracted to him on a lot of levels, I just knew sex with him was going to be incredible, and I'd find out the following Saturday night that it was.

When the night came, and I was to be at his house at eight o'clock, I was giddy with anticipation. As I parked my car in the driveway and looked at the large Victorian house he had told me so much about, I could see the painstaking detail he had taken with remodeling it. The Christmas decorations he had adorning the house were tasteful and the house was lit up beautifully. Thankfully, he had gotten it in his divorce ten years prior and I smiled to myself at my new friend's good luck.

Squaring my shoulders as I climbed out of the car, I wrapped my jacket tighter around me against the cold. Fingering the condom in my purse for reassurance, I headed up the sidewalk and was surprised when the door opened, as Jack greeted me with a warm smile and an even warmer embrace.

"You're sure about this?" He asked as he led me inside and closed the door behind us blocking out the rest of the world.

"As sure as anything has ever been in my life," I replied resolutely as I tucked locks of my hair back behind my ears.

Wearing my hair down for him, Jack had often commented on my long blonde hair several times before. To mark the occasion, I had worn the same outfit of the white sweater and black yoga pants that I had been wearing when we first met. He recognized it.

"Nice outfit," he grinned, and I did a twirl for him to show off my butt that was encased tightly in the thin fabric. "You look gorgeous, Sweetie."

"Thanks," I blushed.

"Can I take your coat?"

Shrugging out of my coat, he helped me then hung it in the closet as I took a step out of the foyer into the living room. To my disappointment, a fire wasn't blazing in the expansive fireplace. It would have given a perfect romantic glow to accompany the large Christmas tree in the corner and the greenery and red glass balls decorating the mantle.

"Care for a tour?" Jack asked close to my ear and I leaned back comfortably to feel the heat radiating off his body. He was standing close and it was doing nothing to quell the desire that had been building in me since we had agreed to take our friendship to a different level.

"I'd like that."

Holding out his hand, I placed my small one in his for him to lead me through the downstairs. The kitchen was large, filled with industrial appliances and beautiful granite countertops. Showing me the study, that was lined with books and several other small rooms and alcoves, he next led me upstairs and pointed out the intricate details that he had made to refinish the gorgeous woodwork. The house was beautiful. Jack toured me through the four large bedrooms upstairs then led me down a back stair into the kitchen. Somewhat confused at the end of the tour as we entered the kitchen, I was about to ask him where he slept when he led me back into the living room.

"I got you something," Jack told me as he crossed to a table next to the couch that was situated in front of the large cold fireplace.

Curious, I followed, and he handed me a brightly colored gift bag with a beautiful bow on top. "I didn't get you anything yet for Christmas?" I confessed.

"This isn't for Christmas." He thought for a moment. "This is just for you. Cause of something you told me before."

Sitting on the couch, I pulled out the tissue paper hiding the gift, then pulled out a vibrator. The purple tool was hefty, was a couple of inches longer than the length of my palm, and had a wonderful velvety texture. While not penis-shaped, it was obviously an expensive model and good quality. I giggled as I hefted it then turned the knob on the end. It hummed to life.

"Oh my," I gasped at the vibrations then laughed.

"I figured you needed one of these after you told me you tried to pleasure yourself with your hand and couldn't." Jack shrugged as he smiled down at me.

"Uh—yeah," I agreed already wanting to put the vibe to good use with his help.

"Well—I just think—" He paused as he searched for the right words. "I just think that a woman shouldn't have to rely on a man for anything. Money, security, a job, well—anything in life, including sexual pleasure. Every woman should get one of those on her eighteenth birthday," Jack finished.

I turned the vibrator off and threw my arms around him. "I love it. Thank you."

"You're most welcome," Jack replied as he gave me a tight squeeze.

Pulling away, I eyed the vibrator again. "Should we use this tonight?"

Gently, he took the vibrator from me and put it back in the bag. "No. I want your first orgasm to be with me. Not with a machine. There will be plenty of time in your life for using that," Jack told me gently.

"Where's your bedroom?" I finally asked.

Nodding down at me, he took my hand to lead me across the living room to a set of pocket doors. Sliding them back into the spaces in the wall, I stood in the broad doorway looking at his large bedroom with the huge high four-poster bed dominating the center of one wall. Opposite it, was another enormous fireplace with a fire cheerfully burning casting a soft glow across the entire room. A table and chair sat in a cozy alcove across the room. The entire room was intimate.

"Wow," I whispered as Jack ushered me into the room then slid the doors shut to block out the world even further.

I was to be his to do as he pleased and for him to pleasure me for the rest of the night. There was nothing more in the entire world that I wanted more.

Leading me to a small sofa situated close to the fire, he sat me down then snuggled in close to me. We spent several minutes just watching the flames dance and feeling the heat warming us without saying a word. It was just comfortable being with him.

By that time, I didn't need any more heat as the warmth between my legs was becoming embarrassing and I feared that Jack would discover my secret of how much I desired him. I'd never been that aroused or soaked before in my life. He wrapped his arm around me and drew me close to him further igniting the flood that was happening in my nether regions.

Several minutes later, I looked up at him. "I'm so glad I'm here."

"I'm glad you are too.

Jack leaned down and kissed me. It was our first kiss, and it was even more incredible than I had expected. I knew he had said that we weren't entering into a relationship but at that moment, I'd never wanted anyone or anything more. Delving my tongue between his lips, I sighed contently as he worked a hand up to gently wind into my hair and hold me to him. As he did, I melted into him as he kissed me passionately.

Part 4

Kissing Jack was amazing. In fact, it was far better with him than anyone I'd ever kissed before. However, I recognized the fact that the others had been boys and Jack was a man. On the small sofa in front of the fire blazing in the bedroom fireplace, the heat from the flames was doing nothing to quell the warmth that was radiating through me from my mid-section. Breaking away from his lips on mine, I panted as he kissed down to my neck.

"I want you to touch me," I moaned as I reached for his hand and moved it off my neck onto my breast.

His large hand covered my pert breast completely as he kneaded it gently and through the fabric of my sweater, he thumbed my tight nipple making me gasp before pulling his lips back onto mine. A few moments later, Jack worked his hand up under my sweater and my bra was pushed up to give him better access to my now aching nipple that was painfully hard by that point. Shifting closer to him, I pressed against Jack as he pulled my sweater up over my head. Breaking our kiss long enough to remove it, he smiled at me in my disheveled bra with one pink nipple bared. Looking me in the eye, he smoothed my hair back out of my face.

"You're so beautiful," Jack whispered, and my lips were back on his instantly delving my tongue into his mouth.

Expert hands unclasped my bra, and I shrugged out of it for it to be discarded on the floor. The fire warming the bare skin of my back felt incredible. The entire scene was sexier and more romantic than anything I'd ever experienced with anyone else. Sex with Tyler had usually consisted of his rolling on top of me with my shirt still on and it being over within a matter of minutes with him laying gasping on top of me. With Jack, he was taking his time and unwrapping me like I was a Christmas present. One piece at a time, my clothes were being removed in front of the fire and I had never felt so sexy and wanted in my entire life.

Jack pulled his shirt off as I reached down for my socks to speed things along. Still, in my yoga pants, as he removed his shirt, I eyed his hard chest. Even at fifty, he was still tight and the small patch of hair on his chest was tinged with gray. I found it hot as I leaned in and bit his nipple playfully.

Working his fingers into the waistband of my yoga pants, Jack worked them down over my supple hips then slid them down my legs. My round bottom was in his hands seconds later and I was back moaning into his mouth as we kissed. In just my panties, he was exploring my body and his hands sliding over my flesh felt wonderful.

I cupped his face in my hands as I moved on top of him and kissed him even more deeply. In response, Jack picked me up effortlessly with my bottom in his strong hands. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he carried me to the bed several feet away.

Laying me back, Jack kissed down my body to suckle my nipple before kissing his way further down to my stomach. Thinking that he was going to go lower, I readied myself for my panties to be removed and to experience something I never had before. Instead, he grinned mischievously up at me as he rolled me over and moved back up to kiss the nape of my neck as he moved my hair aside.

Sighing deeply, I lay prone under him as he kissed his way down my spine and goosebumps rose over my entire body. Reaching the small of my back, Jack traced circles on my skin with his tongue before tugging my panties down over my hips. Sliding them down my legs, he ran his hands up the back of my bare thighs to cup my bottom. No one had ever taken the time to explore me like Jack was. Bending back down, he kissed the top of the cleft of my backside then spent several minutes swirling his tongue just in the top of the groove.

Gasping, I was surprised as pleasure radiated through me that I had never experienced. Moaning, I was panting and curling my fingers into the comforter before Jack pulled away and rolled me back over.

"That's an erogenous zone," he told me softly as he looked me over from head to toe.

It was the first time a man had seen me completely naked. Instead of feeling embarrassed and wanting to dive under the covers, with his eyes exploring me, I felt safe and comfortable. It made me want him even more.

"I have a condom," I told him shyly as I blinked up at him regretting the fact that it was still in my purse in the other room. I didn't want him to leave to retrieve it.

Jack chuckled softly in the back of his throat. "Kara—" he began then stopped as if looking for the right words.

"It's one of Tyler's," I added then felt stupid. I wasn't sure why I had mentioned him.

Jack took my hand and held it as I lay naked below him. His eyes were gentle and understanding. "I take it you've always used one with him?"

"And with the other boy I was with. The one I lost my virginity to."

Jack nodded, "I see." His kind brown eyes looked me over again. "Kara. I was married for twenty years before we got divorced. Since then, I've only had a few relationships. The last one being over a year ago."

"A year? So—you haven't been with—"

"No. I haven't," Jack continued with certainty.

"What about pregnancy?" I asked. "I don't want to—" My trailed off.

He chuckled again. "Well, I had a vasectomy after my divorce. I didn't need any more children. Another reason I told you that I wasn't looking for a relationship with someone younger than me." He paused, "And there's something el—"

I pressed my finger to his lips to silence him. "No condom." He took my hand in his and kissed it.

Jack was still dressed from the waist down and he moved off the bed to unbutton his jeans then slide them down his legs as I watched him. His shorts were next and as they hit the floor, I realized what he had just been about to say to me. At that moment, I had serious doubts that Tyler's condom would even fit him. Jack's manhood was large. While not grossly huge, like I'd heard about from a couple of my friends, he was much larger than average. I was sure that he would need a larger-sized condom. Before I could ask, Jack was back on the bed with his lips on mine. Completely naked, our bodies pressed together and added to the heat that was already warming us from the fire.

Jack kissed his way back down my body stopping to nip both my achingly hard nipples before kissing his way down to my stomach. This time, he didn't stop there. Instead, he kissed his way lower to my mound and the top of the soaked crease. It was then he discovered my secret. My vulva was swollen and drenched like never before. Wetness coated my entire sex and the insides of my thighs. I'd never wanted anyone as badly as I did Jack.

Part 5

Jack smiled as he discovered my secret and ran a thumb gently through my slick wetness making me flinch. Bending, he delved his tongue into my drenched slit then grinned up at me.

"I love your taste. So sweet."

Before I could reply, he took my entire sex in his mouth then worked his tongue up and down my slit. I felt him swallowing as he enjoyed my taste and when his tongue found my clit, I began panting. I'd never felt anything like it in my life.

Looking down as I gasped, I locked eyes with Jack as he placed his mouth fully over me and began sucking my labia as he tongued my clit. A second later, his fingers were inside me and I felt him crook them upward into a spot that sent pleasure shooting to my every extremity.

"God yes," I moaned as I shoved both hands under my bottom.

As Jack continued lapping at me, I moved my hands around to curl my fingers into his closely cropped hair. Bucking my hips, my chest was heaving as I watched him wide-eyed as he did something for me that no man had ever done. He was pleasuring me without expecting anything in return. Pleasure built inside me as my hips writhed wildly and I tried desperately to press his tongue and fingers working in me deeper.

"Yes—Yes—Oh God, Jack—I never—felt—ah—" My first orgasm hit ever me like a freight train.

Pleasure exploded through me as I slammed my eyes shut and my body contorted as he worked at me. Arching my back, I peaked as I cried out then twisted before slamming back down onto the bed.

Jack never slowed his tongue lapping at my clit. Instead, he increased the pressure of his finger tapping up inside me and another orgasm began to build. When it finally exploded through me as the first one had, I was screaming his name and drenched in sweat from the exertion of every muscle in my body contracting.

As the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed through me, Jack finally slowed his tongue and fingers working at me to kiss his way back up my body. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down to my lips. Tasting myself for the first time in my life, I moaned into his mouth thankful for what he had just given me.

"Thank you. Thank you," I whispered over and over between kisses before he finally pulled away.

"You're welcome." Jack smiled with his eyes dancing, "You'd never come before."

"No," I panted.

"Then you're very welcome. It was my pleasure."

"Mmm—I think it was all mine," I teased before telling him, "let me pleasure you." I reached a hand down to encircle his cock. My small hand didn't even fit around his impressive girth. Instead, Jack pulled my hand gently away.

"Not tonight. This is all for you. There will be plenty of time for me."

My feelings for him grew even more in that moment as he lay over top of me and I spread my legs farther readying myself to accept him. Kissing me, Jack worked his cockhead into my drenched slit to find my opening. When he did, he slid easily into me as I panted into his mouth. I had never felt so full. Lodging himself deep inside me, Jack let me rest for a moment as he kissed me then he shifted his body to start thrusting. Being short and petite, my head was resting under his chin as he began having me. I'd never felt anything like it.

More aroused and feeling more wanted than ever in my life, Jack's large manhood filling me completely sent pleasurable sensations pulsing through me that I hadn't expected. The full feeling he gave me with each forceful lunge ignited nerved endings that had never been touched before.

Clutching him to me, another orgasm built quickly until it exploded through me as my entire body wanted to contort again under him. With his weight pressing me into the bed, the warmth from the fire and his body added to the pleasure coursing through me. I cried out as I climaxed, and Jack kept up a constant rhythm as he plunged his cock in and out of me.

Several orgasms later, my body was tiring. Muscles that I didn't even know I had were weary. Between my legs, my sex was aching and pulsing as he continued to plunge deep into me. When he finally slowed and let me rest again, Jack smiled playfully down at me.

"I've never felt anything like this," I told him as I panted up at him trying to calm myself.

"I know Kara. We're not done yet though." Giggling, I was too tired to protest.

Instead, I lay under him in the comfort of his weight on me as he moved slowly in and out. When he lifted off me, and his cock left an empty void between my legs, my sex was aching to be filled again but too tired to want more. Jack pulled me over on top of him as he lay back. Strong hands maneuvered my bottom up until I was straddling his hips and I had to raise up wearily on one foot to gain enough clearance for his long member to find my opening.

Settling back onto him, I slid inch by long inch down his wonderful cock until he pressed deep inside me hitting places that Tyler never had. Jack held me to him as he began thrusting. Rocking my hips, I matched his rhythm and with my eyes locked on his, I rode him in the soft warmth from the fire.

As my orgasm began to build again, Jack craned his neck up to take my swollen nipple in his lips then sucked deeply. The pleasure shooting through me only added to what his cock was giving me deep inside. Another orgasm slammed through me as I ground my hips harder onto him.

"Yes—Jack—you feel—you feel—so good," I panted as my orgasm built. When it peaked, I cried out with lips brushing the top of his head. His tongue swirling my aching nipple added to the sensations pounding through me.

Crying out, "Jack!" I climaxed hugely then slumped onto him completely exhausted.

Jack's hands guided my hips and he slid hand one over to press the erogenous spot he had licked earlier when we had started. Fresh new sensations pulsed through me as he thrust, and his fingers tapped harder on the spot at the top of the crevasse of my bottom. I had to cry 'uncle'.

"I can't Jack. I'm too tired to come again," I pleaded with a satisfied smile and was thankful when he moved his hands back up to cup my breast. My pebble-like nipples rubbed against his palm deliciously as he thrust. "I want you to come."

"Okay," he replied quietly.

Dipping my head, I took Jack's nipple in my lips to return the favor and swirled my tongue on the tight bud. He moved both hands down to grip my bottom and as I suckled him, his grip on me tightened. Inside me, his thrusts became more fervent until he was bucking wildly up into me, and I heard the pattern of his breathing change. I knew I was pleasuring him as he had me.

Jack began thrusting forcefully as he groaned, and I felt his entire body tense as his cock began to throb. Moaning loudly, I felt Jack climax and a gush of hot semen erupted up inside me. Moving with him, I worked my hips harder determined to milk every last ounce from him as he spent his load inside me.

I'd never had a man come inside me before and the feeling of it without a condom was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. When Jack's moans subsided and I felt his body ease back into the bed and relax, I slowed my hips grinding on him.

Giggling softly, I raised my head then kissed him deeply as he wrapped his strong arms around me and held me to him. I never wanted that moment to end. As we kissed, I felt him soften until just his tip rested inside my slick opening. Shifting my weight, he slipped from me as I groaned my disapproval. Jack rolled me onto my side next to him and kissed the top of my head as he held me to him.

"That was incredible," I whispered before raising my head to smile at him. Glancing over at the clock, I froze.

We had been making love for forty-five minutes. That beat Tyler's best time by over forty minutes. More exhausted than I could ever imagine, I dropped my head back onto Jack's chest feeling incredibly content. He stroked my hair lovingly as we both watched the firelight dance across the room. I'm not sure when we fell asleep, but it was soon after I lay my head back on his chest.

In the morning, I woke Jack by stroking his glorious cock. It came alive even before he did and when he wrapped an arm around me to pull me tighter against him, I knew I was about to be pleasured again. Before he could fully respond, I slid down his body and took his turgid member between my lips. Far bigger than Tyler's, I wasted no time working Jack in and out of my mouth as I stroked him.

Fully hard and ready, Jack seemed even larger in the soft light streaming through the window than I had remembered from the night before. Moving up his body, I threw my leg over him again,.I was ready to impale myself on him and I did just that.

We made love for what seemed like hours. Jack turned me in more positions than I ever knew were possible and we did things that I had only read or heard about. When we were finished, I again was a melted puddle in a pool of cum I had left on the bed and completely exhausted. At that moment, I knew I'd be back to spend many more nights with Jack.

Over the coming months and through the summer I was at Jack's every chance I could get. Both inside and out of the bedroom, he taught me about life, love, and sexual satisfaction. However, it was never meant to last.

When fall came, I took his advice and left for college away from home. It was the end of our love affair. At school, I met the guy that would eventually become my husband. To this day, Jack and I stay in touch. Through my coaching in those early days, I taught him how to text like he had taught me how to make love.

Teaching him to text was the least I could after he taught me so much about sexual pleasure and what I should expect from a lover and a man. Jack gave me my first orgasm ever and for that, I will be eternally grateful. Some nights, I still can fill his large cock inside me as my husband makes love to me. Daniel is a capable lover, but his size and skill don't come close to comparing to Jack, the older man that made me the lover that I am today and gave me my first orgasm ever.

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An Unexpected Present From My Neighbor at the Christmas Party by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/an-unexpected-present-from-my-neighbor-at-the-christmas-party-616d92cec731
I totally wasn't expecting what she gave me

The party was in full swing and it seemed like the whole neighborhood was there. With glasses clinking and the buzz of people talking, the crowd and the heat from the fire in the fireplace made the room seem stifling. As I sampled the hors d'oeuvres and tried to keep from dripping anything on my favorite Christmas tie, I was oblivious to my surroundings as I moved down the food table filling my plate and taking bites when no one was looking.

"Just look at him," a woman said to me when I reached the end of the table. I hadn't even seen her there as I made a glutton of myself. I shoved another meatball in my mouth before turning to her.

Too late, I realized it was Mary, the neighborhood "Karen". I followed her gaze across the room.

"What?" I asked as I choked down the last bite of meatball.

"Just look at him over there. Flirting with that slut Veronica," Mary continued with derision. "I hope he knows that she's been having an affair with Rodrigo. He and his wife have an open marriage, you know." Mary glanced at me for my reaction then tossed her head at the incredibly handsome Hispanic guy in the corner chatting with his wife and another couple.

"She did?" I asked her in shock then looked at Rodrigo's wife. "They do?" Who would share a woman that looks as hot as his wife does? I asked myself. Then again, why would she share her husband when he looked like Rodrigo. The couple was gorgeous.

"Oh yeah," Mary confirmed never taking her eyes off her husband. The big-breasted, blonde with the long line of cleavage hanging out of her dress was clearly flirting with Mary's husband. Mary gave me the side-eye to see if I was still paying attention to her then looked back at Rodrigo. "Rumor has it Rodrigo has a nine-inch cock. A legitimate nine-inch cock." She nodded as if confirming her own information.

"Wow." I let out a low whistle as I looked back over at the reportedly well-hung Rodrigo.

"Thick too," Mary added.

"Will Jack mind that?" I asked her about her husband then explained, "If he does, in fact, you know—cheat with Veronica. Following that would be—"

"Oh, he'll try, and oh yes, he'll care. Him and his bent five-inch wang will definitely care. He's really sensitive about that."

The news of her husband's shortcomings was surprising. I shrugged my reply as we watched as the big-breasted blonde laughed at something Jack said then put her hand on his arm. Mary sneered at them even more.

"Maybe you should get back at him?" I offered.

She turned to me. "How?"

"I don't know." I thought for a minute then told her, "Like—by fucking me?" I gave her a silly broad grin.

Her look of disgust was more than insulting as she looked me up and down before scoffing, "I don't think so. And besides, you came here with that little redhead tonight." She pointed across the room at my friend Janet.

"She's just a friend. My plus one."

"Still," Mary looked me up and down again and shook her head. "I don't think so."

"A blowjob then?"

Mary laughed incredulously at me then her expression softened as she thought about it. "Eat me out afterward?"

"Of course," I told as I set my plate down. "I'm still hungry." She rolled her eyes at me but eating her out didn't sound like a half-bad idea despite my over-filled plate waiting for me on the table. Mary was hot in her own right.

"You're on." She tossed her head toward the hallway. "Bathroom's this way."

Following Mary, I watched the hypnotic sway of her hips in her blue satin dress and remembered a block pool party the summer before when she had worn a skimpy pink bikini. I already knew what was under the swish of that dress as I followed her pendulum-like hips. In the bathroom, she shut the door behind us then locked it before settling on her knees on the bathmat.

"Okay, Buster, let's see what we're working with," Mary stated as she reached for my zipper.

"It's John," I corrected her.

"What?"

'My name—it's John," I told her again.

"Of course, it is."

Hurt that she didn't even remember my name or seem to even want to, I helped her open my pants then slid them down my legs. My shorts were next, and my cock was already hardening as it was freed.

"Well, at least you have a nice cock," Mary told me sarcastically before her lips enveloped my semi-erection.

Feeling somewhat vindicated, I took her head in my hands to guide her before she brushed them off. "Watch the hair," she admonished me before plunging my now hard cock back in her mouth. I reached for the sink to steady myself.

She was good, really good.

Mary knelt on the floor with her ass splaying out under her dress as she rested back on her heels. Her brunette head was bobbing furiously on my cock and she quickly added her hand to my shaft to get me finished as fast as she could. With her being as highly skilled as she was, it wasn't going to take long.

When my cum started to rocket up my cock, I announced my impending orgasm. "I'm coming. Oh—God."

To Mary's credit, she didn't stop, and I came thickly in her mouth as her eyes flew open as she accepted my load. She kept jerking me off as she drained my balls and swallowed deeply then gave my tip a final lick and kiss as I shuddered above her.

"That was a lot," she exclaimed with shock as she released my cock and wiped the last dollop of my cum from her bottom lip.

"It's been a while," I sheepishly told her with a shrug.

"Obviously," Mary replied sarcastically as she offered me her hand to help her off the floor. "That'll serve my asshole husband right. Swallowing a huge load of cum from a guy with a bigger dick than his. I'm going to go out and give him a big kiss after we're done in here."

As I puffed out my chest at her sort of compliment, Mary shoved me aside then reached up under her dress to pull down her panties. Leaving them dangling off one of her high heels, she backed up to the bathroom sink then hoisted herself up onto it. Spreading her legs, she placed her feet on the edge of the counter and looked at me expectantly.

"Wow," I muttered as I looked at her shaved cunt already blossomed open for me. Sucking my cock must have turned her on.

"Well—get to it Buster," Mary ordered nodding at her crotch.

"It's John."

"Whatever," she replied as I knelt on the floor, and she put her hand on the back of my head to guide me deep into the vee between her legs. "Just eat me."

As I tongued her slit, she was instantly wet. Above me, Mary was thrusting her hips to meet my lapping at her before I settled into a steady rhythm on her clit. To my surprise, wetness began to flow from her like a river. Thrusting a thick finger inside her, I was shocked at how wet she had gotten so quickly. Moaning my approval at her wonderful taste, as I ate her she was quickly working toward her orgasm.

"Don't stop. Don't—fucking stop," Mary seethed above me confirming that she was on the verge of climaxing. "God—yes! That's—it! Right—there!" She cried.

The wetness between her legs became a flood as her juices filled my mouth. Working my finger harder up inside her to tap on her G-spot, I was surprised when the nectar flowing out of her became so voluminous that I start to choke on it. Pulling back, I reveled in her musky scent as I watched my finger delving into her now drenched hole. I was about to lean back in to tongue her clit again when suddenly, I was taken completely by surprise when she ejaculated a huge stream of clear sweet-tangy cum directly into my face.

"Fuck yes!" Mary cried as she doused me thoroughly.

"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed as I stopped fingering her but was still rewarded with another blast of cum hitting me square in the mouth as I gasped and sputtered. Another stream followed the first two then another sprayed me down.

With her ejaculate dripping from my chin and coating my face completely, I looked down at my drenched shirt and favorite, now ruined, Christmas tie in complete shock. Apparently, Mary had neglected to mention that she was a squirter.

"Fuck that felt good. Bravo Buster," she sighed as she lazily lolled her head down toward me with a satisfied grin.

"I—I—I've never—"

"Seen a squirter up close before?" Mary finished my sentence as she reached for the hand towel next to her and began mopping between her legs.

"No," I answered feebly as I watched her wipe her copious juices from the insides of her thighs and her sopping cunt. Finished, she threw the soaked towel to me to dry with and clean my dripping face. I recoiled as the soiled towel hit me in the face.

"Well, it's been fun, Buster.

"John," I corrected her again."

"Sure—whatever—I gotta go check on my asshole husband." Mary dropped off the sink then shimmied back into her panties. Wriggling her hips, she settled them into place before smoothing her dress down over her thighs then headed for the door. "Thanks for the head," she shot to me over her shoulder as she yanked the bathroom door open leaving me dripping and covered in her cum and ejaculate while still kneeling pathetically on the floor.

Slamming the door shut after her, I attempted to dry myself off with the disgusting towel that reeked of Mary's cunt. Standing, I looked at my haggard reflection staring back at me in the mirror. I looked pathetic. Splashing water on my face, I attempted to clean myself up but fell far short. With no clean towel to dry with, I opened the bathroom door and walked out to the living room to search for Janet.

Across the room, Mary was pulling her husband away from Veronica then she kissed him. IW as sure her lips still tasted like my cock. I found Janet in the corner still talking with the apparently well-hung and handsome Rodrigo. Pulling her aside as I excused us from Rodrigo, he wrinkled his nose at me then frowned.

Alone with Janet, I told her, "I'm leaving. I'm heading home."

"Why?" She asked me as she held a finger up to Rodrigo and gave him a polite smile to tell him she'd be back in a minute. "What's going on?"

"It's too hard to explain."

Janet frowned as she looked me over. "What happened to you? Why are you all wet?" She leaned toward me and sniffed with a grimace, "and you smell funny—like pussy."

"Let's just say I got drowned by a squirter for Christmas," I answered her sarcastically.

"Really?" Janet's eyes lit up as she looked around the packed living room. "Who?"

"Mary," I pointed out the woman that had just hosed me down with her vagina arguing with her husband.

"That bitchy looking woman? You're kidding? That's so cool," Janet exclaimed as she looked at Mary with newfound respect then looked back at me and frowned, "and kinda gross."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, every party has to have a pooper and I guess tonight you're it," Janet told me cheerfully as she giggled. "I need to get back to Rodrigo." I wasn't laughing with her then she grew serious. "Hey, you don't mind if I bring him back to your house tonight, do you? He and his wife have an open marriage kinda thing going. Could be fun. He's so cute"

Shrugging, I added, "I heard he has a huge cock too."

"Oh, that is a bonus," Janet told me as her eyes lit then she winked at the studly Rodrigo. He gave her a wave and a smile. "Thanks," Janet told me as she patted my soaking wet chest then grimaced as she wiped her wet hand on her skirt then told me, "So gross."

"You have no idea." I thought for a minute and told her, "But kind of neat at the same time."

"See you later." Janet started to give me a kiss on the cheek then stopped. "God, you really do reek of pussy."

Shaking my head sadly, I watched Janet walk back to Rodrigo, then headed for the door. I walked up the street to my house alone. I spent the night after I showered for a good half an hour and scrubbed myself raw, thinking about Mary ejaculating all over me when she came. My cock started to respond as I remembered it then I shook off the feeling as I recalled how she had come all over me then run. She couldn't even be bothered to remember my name.

During the night, I woke up several times with nightmares about a huge vagina hovering over me and me drowning in Mary's pussy juices. Later on, I woke several more times as I listened to Rodrigo fucking Janet savagely with his huge cock. Apparently, the rumors were true as she sang his praises for hours about his gigantic cock that was filling her up, stretching her open, and making her feel like a virgin again.

In the morning I was a wreck and still smelled like pussy. It may be Christmas time but the present that I received from Mary certainly wasn't what I had been expecting. Still—it was pretty cool.

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Answering My New Mother in-Law's Question by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/answering-my-new-mother-in-laws-question-d3ac47d38f50
There was only one way to find out

Kelly getting dressed woke me as I rubbed my eyes trying to push the sleep from my foggy brain. She was sitting on the end of the bed putting on her socks as I sat up.

"Mornin," I muttered.

"You better get dressed Sleepy-head." Standing, she rounded the bed to me to kiss my forehead. "We got a big day today." Her excitement was rather annoying as she started ticking things off on her fingers. "We gotta get the tree, decorate it, Mom's already downstairs making cookies," she stopped to look at me when I didn't move. "Come on. Get up."

With that, Kelly bounced out the door leaving me to continue struggling to wake up. Outside, I could see the sun glinting off fresh snow. Reluctantly climbing out of bed, I crossed to the window and looked out at the fresh eight inches of glistening powder covering everything. Kelly's dad, Mike, was already outside shoveling with his truck cleaned off and warming up. Checking my phone, I noted that I really had slept in. It was almost nine.

Newly married and visiting my wife's parents for Christmas, I hadn't wanted to oversleep. I wanted to make a good impression as we don't see them often given that we live several hours away. Plus, we'd hardly seen them since the wedding and didn't want them to think I was a slacker.

Showering and dressing quickly, I headed downstairs to find Kelly and her mom, Michele, in the kitchen with Kelly sipping coffee at the table. Michele was wearing a flour-covered apron and bustling about as I poured myself a much-needed cup of java and sat across from my wife.

Mike came in stomping snow off his boots. "You guys ready to go get the tree? It's getting late."

I wasn't close to being ready yet but didn't want to say otherwise as Kelly replied for us, "Sure thing, Dad."

She set her coffee cup in the sink then kissed her mom on the cheek before turning to me, "Ready?"

"Absolutely," I lied as I set my cup next to hers then brushed past Mike to grab my sneakers.

"You can't go in those," he told me as I picked up my shoes.

"Why not?"

"Because your feet are going to freeze."

Staring blankly at him, I wasn't understanding. "What do you mean?"

"You can't go tromping around the fields in the snow wearing those. You'll get your feet wet, and they'll get cold. You'll be miserable."

"We don't want you to get sick Sweetie," Michele added, and I looked at her dumbly.

"Aren't we going to like a store or a Christmas tree lot?" I asked and three sets of eyes blinked back at me.

Kelly broke the stalemate as she stepped to me putting her hand gently on my arm. "Honey, we cut our own tree for Christmas. There's a Christmas tree farm we go to every year. It's a family tradition."

"Oh," I muttered looking helplessly at the only pair of shoes I had brought.

"Yeah," Mike added. "There's probably like a foot of fresh snow up there on that hill too." I felt stupid standing there with my sneakers in hand not knowing how to proceed.

"Can you wear an old pair of Mike's boots," Kelly's mom offered.

I looked at my size thirteen sneakers then at his smaller feet. Even in boots, it was obvious that there was no way his shoes would ever fit my feet.

"Jeremy wears a size thirteen mom."

"Mike wears a nine," Michele responded thoughtfully. "Well, that won't work."

"Can you stay here and help mom?" Kelly offered as an out. It felt strange to be left behind by my new wife, but I wanted to make a good impression on her parents plus I didn't want to get my only pair of sneakers soaked.

"I can do that," I told her with a reassuring smile as I set my sneakers on the floor.

Good. That's settled," Mike clapped his gloved hands together. "Come on Kelly. The saw's already in the truck. We're all set."

Kelly bounced over to me to kiss me quickly. "I love you. Have fun."

"Love you," I muttered as she followed her dad out the door. A minute later, they backed out of the driveway as I turned to Michele.

"What would you like me to do?"

An hour and several batches of cookies later, I was wearing a flour-coated apron that matched my mother-in-law's and she was chattering happily as we baked. "Almost done. The last batch is going in. Once they cool we can get them over to the church for the bake sale."

"Okay." At least that was a task I could do without proper footwear.

Fifteen minutes later, Michele was taking the finished cookies off the baking pan with a spatula then set them both in the sink. "Phew—Done."

She took off her apron and I followed suit as she leaned against the counter smiling at me. "Thank you for helping."

"No problem."

She looked at me seriously. "I have a question."

"Shoot."

Michele seemed to hesitate a moment as if wondering how to phrase what she was going to ask. "You wear a size thirteen shoe, right?"

I laughed. "Yes? That's your question?"

"Not exactly." She paused again and bit her lip. It was a cute move, and it made me like her even more as she reminded me of her daughter. "Is it true what they say?"

"About what?"

Michele smiled coyly. "Well, if a guy has big ears—you know—then he has a big cock." I flinched noticeably at her question as she continued, "They say the same thing about if a guy has big hands or nose—feet too. You know—?"

"I don't know," I replied tentatively not knowing where she was going.

"And you wear size thirteen?"

"I do."

"Do you have a big cock?"

I stared blankly at my mother-in-law as she asked me about the size of my penis. In disbelief, I was unsure about how to proceed. Kelly and I had only been married since the summer and now my new mother-in-law was asking about the size of my manhood.

"I don't know—" I let my voice trail off.

"Can I find out?" My jaw dropped at her question.

They say that to see what the daughter will look like when she gets older, simply look at the mother. If that's the case, I hit the jackpot. Kelly looked just like her mother. Michele had filled out some over the years but in her fifties, she was still the spitting image of her daughter only with fuller breasts and hips along with a luscious round ass. So luscious, that my buddies in the wedding party had all made comments about wanting to fuck her.

As Michele folded her arms under her heavy breasts pushing them higher, I knew that I was faced with that opportunity. "Sure?" I replied.

"I was hoping you'd say that." She crossed the kitchen to me as she continued, "Not that Mike isn't big. A nice six inches but I've always wondered what it would be like to be with a really large man." She stopped in front of me so close I could feel the heat coming off her body. She grinned mischievously up at me. "Plus, I need to know if have to fear for my daughter's safety." Michele winked at me sexily then waggled her eyebrows at me. She pushed a lock of auburn hair back behind her ear.

"Um—only one way to find out?"

"Is there now," Michele purred as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me.

She fumbled with my jeans then worked them down over my hips. My shorts were next and as my cock was freed, it was already lumbering to its full potential. Hanging in a heavy graceful arc away from my body, Michele hefted it.

"I knew it," Michele whispered before taking me as far into her lips as she could.

They formed a perfect lipstick-covered O around my cock and were stretched taut from my thick girth. My mother-in-law began working me in and out of her mouth as she gripped me by my base with one hand and her other hand cradled my balls. The woman knew what she was doing.

My cock was fully hard within seconds and Michele gagged as I pushed into the back of her throat before she could adjust her head back farther to accommodate my size. She pulled me from her lips seconds later and licked a dollop of precum from them as she studied my cock.

"Holy shit. You're huge," she told me in awe as she stroked my immense shaft. "How does Kelly handle all of that?"

"Only one way to find out," I told her again as I took her hand to help her off the floor.

Michele had started the ball in motion, but I was taking it from there as I pulled her leggings down over her wide hips then reached for her shirt. Her bra and panties were next and within seconds, my voluptuous mother-in-law was naked in front of me in her kitchen. My cock was leaking a steady stream of precum as I looked her over noting that she was built like her daughter only even better and I knew then what I had to look forward to with Kelly.

Grabbing Michele, I pulled her to me and kissed her. The taste of my salty precum was still on her lips as I delved my tongue into her mouth and backed her to the table. A quick hop up and my mother-in-law lay back on the table as I placed her legs over my shoulders and her plump cunt opened up for me.

I waste no time plunging into her as she cried out. "God, you feel so good! Fuck—you're huge!"

Grabbing her fleshy round hips, I drove my cock deep into her as she arched her back and gripped the edge of the table to keep me from sliding her back with each forceful thrust. It took mere seconds to make Michele climax as I fucked her. She cried out as she came, and I felt her entire body tense then release as she contorted on the table.

"Holy fuck! You're cocks so big and fat!"

Never in a million years would I have ever thought I'd hear those words come out of my seemingly demure mother-in-law's mouth. As I pounded my cock into her, she was instantly drenched in sweat from the exertion of her orgasm and her cum coated my balls and the insides of her thighs.

Just like her daughter, Michele was extremely juicy as I slammed my cock into her sopping cunt even harder. I was rewarded by her climaxing again as she writhed on the table with her legs over my shoulders and her ass ensconced in my hands. Digging my fingers into her flesh, I was determined to make sure I gave her the best Christmas present of her middle-aged life; my huge cock giving her the biggest orgasms of her life.

When she slammed back to the table, Michele was panting up at me with each forceful thrust. "You're—fucking—huge—I—just—knew—you—would—be." Each word was punctuated by my cock bottoming out deep inside her. Slowing to let her rest a second, she stared wildly up at me and ordered, "Get behind me."

Wondering if Michele was going to let me fuck her incredible round ass, I stepped back with my cock swaying pendulously before me allowing her to scoot off the table. She reached for my arm to steady herself as her feet hit the floor then turned to bend over the table. With her luscious plump ass presented to me, I was searching wildly for something to lube my cock with to work it into her tight asshole.

Instead, Michele reached behind her with both hands and pulled her ass apart, "Fuck me. I need that huge cock back in me."

Somewhat disappointed to not have her ass but determined to not let her down, I grabbed her hip with one hand and the base of my cock with the other then drove my long shaft deep into her drenched cunt as she cried out. As I entered her, Michele arched her back off the table and I started pounding my cock into her again. With each violent lunge, her full perfect breasts were slamming against the hardwood table and she was grunting with each deep plunge into her.

"Just—like—that," Michele cried as I fucked her savagely from behind. "You—go—so—deep."

Digging my fingers into the soft flesh on her hips, I was pounding furiously into her and could feel my balls slapping against her drenched sex. Michele's cries rose to screams then to a steady wail as I fucked her like a wild man. One, two then three more orgasms pounded through her, and as her cunt milked my cock with each one, eventually, I wasn't able to hold mine back any longer.

"I'm—I'm coming," I moaned as I plunged my cock brutally into my mother inlaw.

"Come! Fill me up!"

It was a needless order as my semen began to boil deep inside me. Fucking her brutally, her hip bones were crashing against the edge of the table, and it was being slid across the tile floor with each plunge into her.

"Fuck me!" Michele screamed. "Harder!"

"Fuck yes!" I cried as I came thickly into her with her shoulders grasped firmly in my hands in an attempt to drive my cock up into her throat. I'd note later that she spent the rest of the day holding her mid-section to the point that her husband and daughter both asked her if she was feeling well.

Spending my copious load into my mother-in-law, I slumped over her gasping as we struggled to recover. With my cock still buried deep inside her, it was still pulsing and starting to soften before I finally pushed myself up off her.

"God that was incredible," Michele moaned as I stepped back, and my cock fell heavily between my legs coated with our cum. She pushed herself up and turned to me with a satisfied smile as she pushed her hair back from her face. Michele looked down at my spent cock. "God—you're huge."

"Thanks." I gave her a satisfied grin.

"So, it is true what they say about guys with big feet?" She giggled as she reached out and ran a finger down the top of my sated cock.

"Apparently so," I shrugged.

Michelle pressed her incredible body against me. "Well—we usually volunteer at the food pantry on Christmas Eve. I'll make an excuse to get you and me out of it tomorrow."

"Really?" The thought of fucking her again was already making my cock rise back to the occasion.

"Mmm—yes." Michele purred then kissed me. She looked down at my cock lumbering back to full size then bit her lip as she grinned sexily up at me. "I want to see if that big thing will fit in my ass."

That would be the ultimate Christmas present; being able to fuck my gorgeous mother-in-law's incredible ass. As Michele turned to gather her clothes and head for the bathroom to clean up, I watched the gentle swell of her round hips and the twitch of her luscious ass. The whole visit was turning out to be a Christmas miracle for me and—for the record, my cock did fit in her ass.

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Breeding My Daughter-in-Law by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/breeding-my-daughter-inlaw-part-1-c66f4b83c405
Brooke and I were always close. We became even closer

Part 1

The crunch of gravel under my feet had the usual soothing effect as I made my way down to my workshop. It always melts the tension away every time I make the trip. Hunching my shoulders against the cold that was slowly permeating the old flannel coat I had thrown on, I was more than welcome when I finally stepped into the heated shop.

Crossing to my workbench, I threw the new battery booster that the kids had given me for Christmas up on it then shrugged out of my coat. After hanging it in its familiar place on the hook by the door, I stoked up the woodstove. Turning back to the bench, my new gift had my attention for several minutes as I checked out the owner's manual and plugged the booster in to charge.

Content, I looked out the garage door window toward the house and could see my wife and daughters-in-law in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner. Knowing that my sons were engrossed in the new Xbox Pam and I had bought our oldest grandson, it was the perfect time to get away for a moment alone. I love my family but the commotion at times gets to be a little much for me.

Movement up by the house caught my attention and I noted Brooke making her way down the gravel drive that runs down to my shop. While my solitude was going to be short-lived, at least it was Brooke, my favorite of my sons' wives.

Watching her progress, I noted her difficulty walking in the high-heeled shoes she was wearing. They matched the slinky blue dress she had worn for Christmas, and I had thought it very odd when she had walked in dressed up to the nines for a family holiday party. With her coat wrapped tightly around her, she was trying to stay warm in the skimpy dress and she smiled up at me as she passed by the window noting me watching her.

"Man, it's cold outside," Brooke commented as she stepped into the shop. "Brr—"

"Come over here by the stove."

Crossing to the woodstove, she stood by it shivering for several seconds as the warm dry heat penetrated her bones. There's no better feeling like it. We stood together for a few comfortable minutes next to each other with neither of us saying anything until we both turned around at the same time to warm our backsides.

"Trying to escape?" Brooke smiled knowingly at me.

"Just needed a break for a sec."

"I get it."

She rocked back on her heels then ran her hands down over the curve of her hips to her bottom. Finally warmed through, she walked back to the door to hang her coat on the hook next to mine.

The sleeveless dress she was wearing made me shiver as I watched her walk back toward me. Again, I thought it was odd she had worn an outfit like that just for the family. Back by the stove, she rubbed her hands up and down her bare arms to chase off the last of the chill.

"What's everybody doing up there?" I asked.

"Pam and the other girls are doing dishes." Brooke glanced at me and rolled her eyes as if telling me she didn't approve of the gender roles. "And the boys—of course—are setting up the Xbox. They'll be engrossed for hours with that."

"And you?"

"I'm coming down here to visit my favorite father-in-law," she teased with a grin as she nudged my shoulder.

"Your only one," I reminded her.

"Still my favorite."

Comfortable silence enveloped us as the fire crackled. Knowing Brooke well after her being a part of our family for several years by that point, I was detecting something coming off of her like a vibe that she wanted to ask me something.

Instead, she stepped to the car in front of us. "How's it coming? The new paint job looks gorgeous. Love the purple. That's a sixty-eight, right?"

"Sixty-nine Roadrunner," I corrected knowing that she was stalling. Moving next to Brooke, we stood admiring the project car I had been working on for three years. "Remember that hesitation that it had when I took you and Mark for a ride? I finally got it figured out last weekend. So simple. The timing was off. I made a small tweak, and it purrs like a kitten and will throw you back in the seat when I tromp on the gas."

"Maybe we should take it for a spin?" Brooke grinned up at me.

"You want us both to get in trouble with Pam?" I asked giving her a side glance.

"Yeah. We better not," she replied whispering conspiratorially.

"You didn't come down here to ask me about the car? Or was it really just to get away from everyone up there like I did?"

"Well—both," Brooke responded tucking a lock of her brown hair back behind her ear. It was a cute move. "Sort of—you know I need a break now and then too." She moved closer and looped her arm through mine and I could feel the heat coming off her body.

All of my sons had chosen well for the women they'd chosen to share their lives with but especially Mark. Brooke was intelligent, accomplished with a career, and downright beautiful. The slinky dress she had on hugged her body like a race car hugs the road leaving very little to the imagination when it came to her assets.

"Just like me," I confirmed.

"Exactly like you."

Several more beats passed with neither of us saying a word in our comfortable silence. The freshly painted car had our focus. More so for her than me, so she could have something to stare at while she formulated the question that I knew was coming but wasn't sure what it was.

"Rob? Can I ask you something?" Brooke finally got to her real reason for joining me.

"Anything."

She hesitated again and I knew then that it must be something big. Figuring it was a loan for something that the couple needed, I was doing a quick mental calculation about how much Pam and I had spare to lend them. When Brooke finally got to her point, it wasn't what I was expecting.

"Well, Mark and I have been trying to get pregnant."

"That's wonderful!" I exclaimed as I wrapped my arms around her. "Your first! It's about time!"

Brooke and Mark were the last of our sons and their wives to provide us with grandchildren. Glancing up at the house across the expansive yard, I was proud of my family with my four boys and their wives and the six grandchildren we had running around up there. Brooke and Mark adding to the crowd would only be a blessing. They were going to make wonderful parents.

"Yeah," Brooke smiled with a hint of sadness as she brushed the pesky lock of hair back behind her ear again and looked down at her purple reflection in the car's hood.

"What's wrong?" I stepped back to look at her.

She sighed. "We've been trying for over a year." She looked up at me sheepishly as if admitting that she and my son were having sex was a revelation. "And it's not working."

"It happens. Just keep trying," I grinned at her and winked. "That's the fun part."

Brooke giggled and seemed to relax a little. "Yeah, it is." Hesitating, she finally told me. "There's something more."

"What?"

"Well—we've been doing some tests with the doctor. And—it seems like the problem is Mark's sperm count. It's really low." Brooke shrugged." Actually, it's practically non-existent." She looked up at me. "Mark doesn't know. He'd feel terrible."

"Oh—" I couldn't keep the disappointment from my voice as it trailed off.

"Exactly."

I moved back closer to her and put my arm around her. She was obviously upset but then I remembered she had a question. "What did you want to ask me? Do you need money for a procedure to help this along?"

"That's not it—" Brooke replied but seemed to hesitate again.

"Then what?"

She stepped away and looked directly at me. "I want to use your sperm."

"Come again?"

"I want you to be the father."

Stunned, I stared back at her in astonishment. "So—I go to the clinic and jerk off in a cup and they use like a turkey baster or something to get it in there?" I gestured toward her midsection.

"I don't want Mark to ever know," Brooke replied seriously. "I don't want him to be emasculated."

"He should know why you're having trouble conceiving."

"He'd feel terrible. I've given this a lot of thought," Brooke looked up at me and her large brown eyes were filled with something I'd never seen in them before. I knew then exactly how she wanted me to impregnate her.

"Brooke—I can't—"

"No one will ever have to know. I even wore this dress for you today. To get your attention," she told me earnestly.

"Well, it certainly did that," I replied as I raked my eyes over her curvy body and the tight dress encasing it.

"Rob—we've always been close, and I've thought of you as more than a father-in-law or even another dad." I knew what she was saying. We'd developed a strong bond since Mark first brought her home during college. "I want it to be you. The baby will look like Mark. It'll have his characteristics and—" she blushed as she looked at the floor. "And it'll have yours."

My resolve was weakening as she stated her case. It was wrong; terribly wrong and a secret that would have to be kept from the entire family including my own wife. Looking out the garage door window, I thought of the scandal that would ensue and my jeopardized marriage if it ever was found out that I fathered my own grandchild.

Looking back at Brooke, she was watching me intently with tears brimming her eyes. "Please?" She whispered.

My resolve crumbled. "I'll do it. When? Where?"

"Now? Like I said—I wore this dress just for you."

Part 2

Without waiting for an answer, Brooke hiked her dress up over her hips exposing her bare bottom and the thin strong strap buried deep in it. Turning to give me a better angle, my eyes locked on the small sheer triangle patch covering her shaved mound and I licked my lips both nervously and hungrily as my cock responded. She slowly bent over the hood of the Plymouth and presented her ass to me.

"Holy shit," I muttered as I looked at the soft swell of her glorious meaty bottom as she bent over.

It was obviously a view that my own son had seen hundreds of times before only this time it was all for me. Focused completely on Brooke, I stepped behind her and took her luscious hips in my hands to run them over her ass.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"More sure than I have ever been about anything else," Brooke replied as she snaked a hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. As she did, her hips flexed seductively and I watched them mesmerized as my cock reached its full potential.

"Okay," I agreed as I tore open my pants casting one last look up at my house and the rest of my devoted family inside it.

Reaching into the deep cleft of her ass, I pulled the thong strap out to place it on one of her rounded globes. Running a thumb into her slit, I was surprised to find her already soaked. After so many years with Pam, after having the kids and starting menopause, I wasn't used to the wetness. Brooke purred in front of me as I probed a finger inside her and she took her hand from between her legs to brace herself on the car's hood. Stepping behind her, I took my position and probed my cockhead into her slick slit. Finding her opening, I pushed slowly into her.

"Yes," Brooke hissed as I entered her. Followed by, "Like father like son."

"Meaning?" I asked as I bottomed out in her and my balls pressed against her sex.

"Meaning, you're huge. God, I swear you're even longer," Brooke complimented as I took her luscious hips in my hands and began driving my cock into her.

Never in a million years would I have ever guessed that I'd fuck another woman other than my wife let alone have it be my daughter-in-law. I felt terrible guilt but the feeling of Brooke's tight hot tunnel enveloping me with each forceful lunge into her felt incredible. She was gasping as she arched her back then bent over farther to brace herself against the hood of my muscle car. As I picked up the pace, she began crying out.

"You—feel—so good," Brooke panted as I drove into her. "Don't—stop. Please—don't stop," she begged me.

Not intending to, I dug my fingers into her hips and fucked her harder. It wasn't romantic and it wasn't utilitarian as if I was intending to only impregnate her. The closeness that Brooke and I had always felt and our friendship added something carnal and lustful to our fucking.

When her orgasm slammed through her, she was panting my name and begging me not to stop. Her cunt clutched the entire length of my cock as she climaxed, and I looked down to watch it impaling her glistening pink hole. Her tight puckered rectum winked back at me as I did, and I had the sudden impulse to pull out of her and impale her in that forbidden orifice before remembering the immediate task at hand.

"I can't—believe—you haven't come yet," Brooke grunted as I drove even harder into her and she collapsed over the hood of my car causing her knees to slam against the bumper. Following her down, I wasn't even worried about the state of the car I had babied for years as I worked to make a baby with my daughter-in-law. Brooke came again as she reached up across the hood and gripped the far edge below the windshield then cried out.

"Fuck!"

I'd never heard my sweet daughter-in-law use that language before as I did just as she screamed. I was fucking her mercilessly. Sprawled prone across the hood of my project car, her soft backside was slapping against my stomach as I filled her with my cock. Brooke was wailing as I fucked her and I cast a quick glance out the window to the house to make sure no one would interrupt us. When her third orgasm pounded through her, she was begging me to finally come.

"Fill—me—up, Rob! Please! Come—in me!"

Wrapping my arms around both her shoulders, I held Brooke to me as I slammed my cock savagely into her. Semen was starting to boil deep in my balls and as it finally released, a tight buzzing feeling emitted from my prostate as I climaxed.

Coming thickly, I flooded her womb with semen as I groaned into the crook of her neck. Her long hair, that had come loose from the clip holding it back, brushed my face adding to the abandon I was feeling as I came in my daughter-in-law. When I finally spent the last ounce of my load, I collapsed fully onto her and we lay together for several seconds struggling to recover.

"That was incredible," Brooke breathed underneath me. "You lasted so long. I've never come three times before."

"No?" I asked as I pushed myself off her and my cock slid reluctantly from the tight grip of her sex.

"Never," Brooke admitted as I helped her up off the car.

Her thong strap was cutting into the globe of her ass and her dress was still hiked up around her hips. The top of her dress had moved aside giving me a view of her pert breast and a hard pink nipple. Brooke settled the thong back into place then pulled her dress back up covering her breast before scooting the dress back down over her hips.

"That was—" I didn't finish my sentence as Brooke eyed my spent cock.

"Amazing," she finished for me then added, "You're much larger than Mark."

"Something I didn't need to know," I replied as I grabbed a clean work rag and wiped our cum from my cock.

"I suppose not," she agreed but added, "And you last a whole lot longer."

"Again—something else I didn't need to know."

Guilty silence hung between us and a log shifted in the woodstove making the fire crackle. That and the tick of the clock on the wall were the only things breaking the awkward silence.

"We shouldn't have done that," I finally told her.

"No—but it was amazing. I don't regret it."

"I can't argue that and neither do I," I replied as I tucked my cock away and zipped myself up.

"You know—," Brooke began, and I looked at her. "It might not take with just one time." She arched an eyebrow at me.

"Very true."

"It may take a few times or more to impregnate me." She moved closer to lean up and kiss me. It was the first time we had ever kissed other than hello or goodbye."

Whispering my reply with her lips inches from my mine, I told her, "We might have to try again then."

"You don't mind breeding me?" Brooke teased with a wicked glint in her eye.

"Not at all," I smiled down at her.

It was incredibly wrong but it was incredibly worth it to enjoy Brooke and her luscious body again. Not to mention, the possibility of producing another grandchild.

"There's something else Rob," she whispered.

"What's that?"

"Mark and I want a large family," Brooke bit her lip sexily and winked at me. "Like four kids. You up for the task?"

Taking her hand, I moved it down to my cock which was already starting to harden again. "More than up for it."

"Mmm—like father like son," Brooke cooed as she leaned up to kiss me.

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Every Woman Wants a Rastaman by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/every-woman-wants-a-rastaman-26c79170d213

As the door to the bungalow opened, Carlee came bursting in. It wasn't an unusual entrance for our excitable friend. However, what was unusual was the tall ruggedly built black man trailing after her. Built like a Greek god, his muscles were etched on his tall frame, standing easily 6' 2". All three of our jaws dropped as the man smiled at us and flipped his dreadlocks back over his shoulder.

"Uh—Carlee—who's your friend?" Julie asked as she set her wine glass on the table.

We had only been in Jamaica for a couple of hours and just getting settled into our bungalow at the resort. Apparently, Carlee was already out meeting people.

"This is Winslow." She turned toward the gorgeous man. "Winslow—say hi to the girls. This is Julie, Mandy, and Kate."

"Hi, ladies," he smiled at us and his deep baritone voice dripped with a Rastafarian accent.

"Hi," the three of us replied clearly confused.

Mandy spoke up. "Carlee? Why is he here?"

"For us silly."

"For what?" I chimed in.

"To fuck us."

Mandy spit out her wine. "What?"

"Every woman wants to be fucked by a Rastaman, right? So, I found Winslow here. He is ours for the entire ten days." She dug in her bag and then threw two boxes of extra large condoms on the table as the three of us gawked at them.

"Extra-large?" Mandy asked.

"Yeah Mon," Winslow grinned as he winked at her.

"Carlee, no," I shook my head.

"Don't be such a prude." She ran her hand up Winslow's hard chest. "We're here for a girls' trip and well—we should make the most of it. We're not only in a different time zone, zip code, and area code but in a different country. Let's go for it." She beamed at the three of us. "Besides he's already bought and paid for."

"You mean he's a prostitute?" Mandy hissed.

"Taxi driver," Winslow butted in. "And I sell marijuana on the beach to tourists."

"His wife said it was okay," Carlee added.

"You mean his pimp," Julie countered.

"No—his wife. I met them at the store—"

"While buying the condoms," I interrupted. "Extra large?" I eyed the man and merely winked at me again.

"No, I brought those with me on the plane."

"Two boxes?" Julie asked.

"Well, he's for all four of us and we're here for ten days."

"Count me out," I shook my head.

"I figured you'd be a wet blanket." Carlee frowned at me. "Listen. I approached him at the store cause—well—just look at him. Mmphmm—he's gorgeous. Then his wife came up with their six kids."

"Kids?" Julie butted in.

"Six of them. His wife, Nola, is a lovely woman but clearly tired out. She heard my proposition and well—thought it was a good idea. Winslow is very virile and wears her out. She could use a little vacation from him and we can use him a little on our vacation."

"I don't think there's anything little about him," Mandy countered as she checked out the man's crotch.

"Not from what Nola said," Carlee beamed. "Listen—haven't you ever wondered what it was like to fuck a black guy with a huge cock?"

"No," I blurted out.

"But isn't Curtis—your husband—remember him? Isn't he black?" Mandy countered.

"Not all black guys are well hung," Carlee argued. "That's just a stereotype. Curtis is a solid medium and I love him but we're on vacation. Let's get a little buck wild."

"Not me," I shook my head.

"I'm in," Mandy spoke up.

"Me too," Julie added.

Grabbing my wine, I headed into the living room in disgust as Carlee chirped, "Awesome. I'm first. Let's see what you got Winslow and you can start earning that two grand."

"Two grand?" I called back at her as they headed into her bedroom and shut the door.

She didn't reply.

Instead, Julie and Mandy joined me with the bottle of wine, and we sat discussing the turn of events as I tried to argue with them to change their minds. Through the closed bedroom door, we heard Carlee start moaning as the bed creaked. Her moans rose in volume as the creaking got faster.

"Oh my God! Fuck me Rastaman!" Carlee finally screamed as her orgasm peaked. "I'm so full! You're fucking huge! Don't stop fucking me!"

"Do you think she's faking?" Julie asked us.

"No. I was her roommate in college. That's Carlee coming," Mandy told us as we listened to the couple going at it.

Carlee screamed his accolades for over an hour as the rest of us sat listening and I shook my head in disapproval. More wine was going to be needed.

Mandy and Julie grinned at each other in anticipation of their turn with Winslow clearly not remembering that they were married.

That's how the week started out and only got more intense as it went along. Carlee, Mandy, and Julie took turns with Winslow, and he was more than capable of satisfying not only all three of them in turn but one night he even fucked Mandy and Julie together.

Halfway through the vacation, the two boxes of condoms were depleted, and the girls kept fucking Winslow bareback much to my trying to discourage the idea. Someone had to be the voice of reason.

My nightly calls home to my husband to check on the kids were made in between screaming sex sessions with my three friends and our new Jamaican friend. I never let on to Bob what the other three were doing but listening to them going at it morning noon and night with the gorgeous Rastafarian was wreaking havoc on my libido.

By the eighth night at the resort, my carpal tunnel was flaring up from masturbating nightly while listening to Winslow taking turns with the other girls. After several days into our vacation, the girls began waking up each morning to put ice packs on their aching vaginas he was wearing them out so much. His wife had described him as virile, but it was obviously an understatement.

Finally, my resolve broke down.

"He's mine," I demanded as the four of them came back to the bungalow after an afternoon on the beach. I had spent the past hour masturbating while trying to picture Bob having me only to see images of Winslow flashing through my mind.

"Are you serious?" Mandy asked me.

"Dead serious."

"Go girl," Carlee beamed as she threw her arms around me. "You won't regret it," she whispered in my ear, "He's fucking amazing. Hung like a horse."

"How big are you?" I asked Winslow as he smiled down at me. I'd heard the others screaming about his massive attributes, but I was curious about what I was getting myself into.

Mandy grinned at me as she put her hand against her wrist then ran it up her arm to her elbow as my jaw dropped. Julie smiled at me as she encircled her fingers around her wrist imitating his considerable girth.

"Oh, good Lord, what am I doing?" I groaned in dismay as my resolve wavered.

"About to get the shit fucked out of you, that's what," Carlee told me.

"Oh don't. I tried that. He hurt like hell in my ass," Julie commented.

"So, no anal," Winslow smiled as he took my hand and pulled me toward my bedroom.

His accent was beyond sexy. His body was glistening with a sheen of sweat from the day on the beach. The man's muscles rippled with each step, and he was a far better specimen of a man than my husband and his dad-bod. I was about to find out how different they were.

In the bedroom, Winslow stopped me by the bed to turn me toward him. Large hands peeled my clothes off to pool in a pile at my feet. Between my legs, I was a mess as my juices coated the insides of my thighs.

To say I wanted him would be an understatement. As his hands caressed my fleshy backside, Winslow kissed me, and his full lips were hot on mine as I sighed contently into his mouth.

"I was hoping you'd come around," he whispered. "You remind me of my wife, with your curves. I've missed her this week. You're not like the other three. You have meat to you."

"Thanks? I think?"

"I'm going to enjoy you, Kate," he told me as his accent drank me in.

Minutes later, I was on the bed with a large man lying on top of me that wasn't my husband. His hard body pressed me down into the soft mattress as he explored me and I squirmed with delight.

When Winslow finally stepped off the bed to pull his shorts off, my jaw hit the floor. He wasn't just enormous, his manhood was massive. I'd never seen a cock that big or black before in my life. Fully hard, it was at least ten inches from his patch of dark curly hair to the tip of his bulbous purplish uncircumcised cockhead. He was about to be the first of many firsts for me.

"Oh shit," I muttered as I eyed his gigantic manhood as he climbed back on the bed.

"No worries, Mon. No anal."

Seconds later, I was panting up at the ceiling as I clung to him and the biggest object that had ever been inside me filled me completely. Even after having two kids, his cock stretched me open like I was a virgin.

As Winslow began jackhammering into me, the first of several orgasms shattered me, and like the others before me, I was singing the praises of his huge cock and his sexual prowess at the top of my lungs. Orgasm after orgasm slammed through me before he finally slowed then maneuvered me onto my hands and knees, and I presented my plump ass to him.

The thought of his compliments of his wife when he compared her to me was rolling through my brain as he shoved his huge cock back inside me. They put me at ease as I presented my doughy ass to a man other than my husband. Up until that moment, I'd have never believed that Winslow's cock could feel any bigger inside me but it did.

"Don't stop fucking me!" I screamed as Winslow fucked me mercilessly from behind.

Beneath me, my breast flailed painfully with each ram of his cock into my cunt as he turned my insides to mush. Two more screaming orgasms pounded through me before my arms gave out and I crashed to the bed. He followed me down and lay over top of me pounding against my fleshy ass as his meaty cock slammed deep inside me. It was something that my husband would never be able to do in that position. Finally, I reached my limit.

"I can't—take—much more," I groaned into the bedding as Winslow kept up his onslaught on my now tired cunt. I'd never known until that moment that my girl parts could get tired.

His pounding against my fleshy meaty ass grew even more violent as I bounced like a ragdoll underneath him. Shockingly, his cock grew even bigger, and I screamed as much into the pillow before he seemed to pop inside me and Winslow flooded my womb with what felt like a gallon of semen. When he finally stopped and lay over the top of me panting into the crook of my neck, his cock pulsed inside me, and my tired cunt was throbbing.

"I can't believe that just happened," I moaned before he pulled out of me leaving an aching void where he had been.

I should have believed it because it happened four more times before we left the island to head home. Once was with all four of us ladies together. Our vacation had turned into debauchery.

Four months later

"What is it with men and their meat?" Carlee asked as we watched our husbands gather around the grill. Bob had a spatula in his hand ready to flip the burgers.

She rubbed her distended stomach absentmindedly as we watched the men. Julie, Mandy, and I followed suit on our own swollen abdomens without even noticing we were doing it.

"It's a guy thing," Mandy quipped.

"Like rubbing our pregnant bellies is for us?" Julie added finally noticing what the four of us were doing.

We all stopped.

"Something like that," I told the girls.

With all four of us having the same due dates, it wasn't hard to do the math on who the father was.

"I'm so happy we're finally pregnant," Carlee beamed and the rest of us frowned at her.

"Easy for you to say," Mandy spat at her before whispering, "Curtis is black. He'll never know."

"But he certainly doesn't look like Winslow," Carlee told her. "He's like a foot taller than Curtis. How do I explain that?"

"You should have bought more condoms," I told her.

"I tried. I couldn't find any extra larges anywhere on the island. And when Nola said Winslow was virile, I had no idea that he was insatiable."

"Was he ever," I sighed.

Before we left to get on the plane, I had sat the last morning with an ice pack on my sore crotch with the others.

Laying my head back, I closed my eyes for a moment remembering our lover's enormous manhood filling me up. He had felt so incredible. Bob didn't even come close to feeling as good as Winslow had inside me.

"What are we going to tell the guys?" Julie fretted echoing what we all were thinking.

No one had an answer as we all remembered the well-hung Rastaman man that had made our Jamaican vacation spectacular and a wild sexual adventure. Now we were about to pay the price for our good time.

We had five months to figure out what we were going to tell our husbands.

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Full of Surprises by Casey Holt
http://www.myerotica.com/full-of-surprises-e003953555c8
An open marriage and a new opportunity for pleasure.

She smiled back at me when she saw me glancing at her across the produce section. It seemed like an obvious sign that she was interested so I roamed my eyes down her body and then back up to see that her smile had broadened. She was liking the attention. When a man appeared at her side, it was obvious that he caught the intent of the moment that I had shared with the anonymous woman. Looking away, I continued my shopping.

Glancing back, I saw her round the end of the aisle and caught a glimpse of her luscious plump ass. She was all woman. She looked to be in her forties and possessed the soft gentle curves that come with age and experience. She was a hottie no matter what her age.

Her husband approaching me blocked the last of my view of his wife and I readied myself for an altercation.

He stopped in front of me. "Interested in my wife?"

"I'm sorry. Please take it as a compliment. I meant no harm," I offered, hoping the big man would accept my apology.

He kind of deflated in front of me. "She wanted me to come talk to you."

"About?"

He glanced back over his shoulder to where his wife had continued their shopping. "We're—we're—trying something new in our relationship. We're doing this open marriage thing."

My interest was piqued. "Really?" The memory of her curvaceous body was burned into my mind and the possibilities suddenly seemed endless.

"We've never actually done anything," he continued. "But she wants you to be the first one. She asked me to check with you—if you'd be interested."

Rocking back on my heels I folded my arms across my chest. "And what about you?"

He blushed as he scoffed, "I don't want to sleep with you. I just want to watch you fuck my wife."

"I won't do that with you watching," I replied firmly. Surprisingly, it seemed a little too weird for me.

"You can record it. Paige and I had already discussed the details for when—if—it would ever happen. We have a video camera."

My mind was racing as I thought about fucking the guy's wife. Even more so, I was thinking about it being recorded for posterity for him to jerk off to.

"And it wouldn't end up on the internet?"

"God no," he scoffed. "I can barely send a text on my phone."

Placated, I told him, "Okay. I'm in."

He hesitated. "There's one other thing."

"What's that?"

"She wants to know how big you are?"

"She a size queen?" I asked him and smirked as his jaw dropped.

"Not—not hardly. At least not being married to me." His shoulders sagged.

Turning to the cucumber bin next to us, I made a show of rooting through the green phallic vegetables until I selected a huge one. Wrapping my fingers around the impossibly thick girth, I handed it to him in all of its ten-inch glory.

"You're kidding," he told me in shock.

"Just give her that." I smirked at him with a sly half-smile.

He walked away with the vegetable in his hand, shaking his head, until I stopped him. "Hey, what's your name? I should know a guy's name if I'm going to fuck his wife."

An old woman nearby snapped her head up hearing my intention.

"Carl."

"I'm Shane."

Carl merely nodded as he walked away and rounded the end of the aisle to find Paige. The old lady next to me looked down at my crotch, then walked away shaking her head in disgust.

Continuing my shopping, I was startled when Paige appeared by my side minutes later.

"Are you serious?" she offered as she held up the huge cucumber. "No fucking way."

"It got your attention, didn't it?" I joked as I pushed my cart around the tomato bin back toward the cucumbers. She followed.

"That's huge. No one's that big."

Taking the cucumber from her, I hefted it again and laughed as I put it back in the cucumber bin. Searching the green pile, I pulled one out that was truer to size. A hefty seven inches, I wrapped my fingers around it until the tips almost touched. Large but not frighteningly huge, it was almost a perfect match for my penis.

"This is more accurate. Much more so."

Paige took the vegetable from me and eyed it with longing in her eyes. "No shit?"

"No shit. Got old Carl beat?" I winked at her.

"Oh yeah," Paige gushed as she stroked the cucumber with her fingers and my erection began to spring up.

"Well take that home and warm up for me with it," I teased. "Here's my number." Paige tucked the cucumber under her arm long enough to put my number in her phone. "Text me when you're ready."

"I will," Paige winked at me then walked away.

My eyes were glued to the swell of her luscious wide hips that her jeans were barely encasing. They looked ready to bust out of the tight denim and were doing nothing to quell the erection that I was urging back down. The old lady had watched the entire display from across the produce section and pushed her cart away slowly shaking her head.

Two days later, I received a text from a number I didn't know. Opening it, I was shocked to see an image of a juicy pink cunt glistening with wetness and being filled by a nicely sized cucumber. It didn't take me long to realize it was from Paige.

The text was followed by a video of her hand working the dildo-like vegetable in and out of her cunt as she moaned.

The next text simply read: "Saturday night 6 o'clock" and the name of a hotel.

My erection was throbbing so hard I had to jerk off to the images she had sent me. I couldn't wait to meet up with her.

Saturday night came and neither it nor Paige disappointed me. As I knocked on the door with the room number she had texted me, I was pleasantly surprised when she answered wearing just her panties. Her firm breasts jiggled seductively as I ogled the hard red nipples staring back at me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me as she moaned into my mouth. I kicked the door closed behind us as I pushed her back into the room. We weren't wasting any time.

As we backed toward the bed, we stopped at the end and she started undressing me. My hands roved over her luscious thick body, and I noted the camera set up on a tripod and pointed at the bed, ready for old Carl to jerk off to the video of me fucking his wife. It seemed a little weird and surreal as my clothes landed in a pile at my feet and Paige shimmied her panties down over her soft fleshy hips.

She dropped to her knees in front of me. "Now let's see if that cucumber I was warming up with was true to size."

"Well?" I chuckled as Paige gasped as my cock sprang free, fully erect.

"Oh my!" She giggled as she stroked my cock with her soft hand and shivers ran through me. "Is it ever," she breathed before enveloping my cock with her lips. She began sucking my cock with a vengeance.

I glanced one last time at the camera, then looked down at her hips splaying out underneath her and her plump round ass as she rested back on her heels. Taking her head in my hands, I began driving my cock into her mouth as she stroked me between her lips. Paige gave great head and Carl was a fool for wanting to share her. After several minutes of having my cock sucked, I was ready to fuck her until she couldn't walk. Helping her off the floor, I pushed her onto the bed and followed her down.

"Fuck me," she moaned as I rested my weight on her then plunged my cock into her cunt.

Hot and wet, she enveloped my cock. I drove into her and I began fucking another man's wife hoping the camera was catching every second of cock impaling her. Grabbing her under one shoulder and by the ass with my other hand, I was fucking Paige like I was possessed. She moaned underneath me and grew louder as her orgasm approached. I could feel her tensing as I drove my cock even harder into her until she cried out and convulsed underneath me, then melted back into the bed. With her first orgasm down, it was time to give her many more.

I maneuvered Paige onto her hands and knees to take her by her wide hips. Knowing my ass was mostly what Carl could see in the video, I concentrated on making his wife come over and over again as she clawed at the bedding in front of her. Her husband would have to be content with watching my ass flash on the screen as his wife's moans turned to screams and she climaxed repeatedly.

Paige shocked me as I finally let her rest and she brushed locks of her mousy hair from her face. "Fuck my ass."

"Did you have the cucumber in there?" I asked, wondering if she had, in fact, warmed her ass up for me with it.

"No," she gasped. "But I want to try you."

"Let's give Carl something to see then," I replied as I raised up on my feet straddling her haunches.

I knew with that angle, Carl would have a great view of my asshole and balls but also my throbbing cock impaling his wife's asshole. Steadying myself on her broad hip, I sank slowly into her rectum as she hissed.

"Fuck," Paige moaned as I pressed into her. "You're fucking huge."

"Take every inch," I growled as I sank balls-deep into her ass, noting her hands balling the comforter in a death grip. Pulling out of her, I began driving my cock in and out of her asshole with long even strokes as her moans once again turned to screams, then to a steady wail.

"OH—MY—FUCKING—GOD!" Paige screamed as I sodomized her.

My legs were pleading for relief as I hunched over her incredibly plump ass and drove deep into it. Her rectum was milking my cock with each violent lunge into her. Her screams rose in volume as she started to come and finally she bit the bedding to muffle her piercing screams.

When Paige climaxed, her entire body was rocked, and I was right behind her as my own orgasm began to build. As she peaked, I released a flood of hot semen deep into her ass as I groaned above her. Spending my voluminous load, I collapsed on top of her and we crashed to the bed with my cock still lodged deep in her rectum.

"I—I—can't believe it," Paige gasped under me as I rolled to my side, finally extricating my softening spent cock from the tight confines of her asshole. "That felt incredible."

Sprawled next to her, I patted her fleshy hip playfully then ran my hand over her ass. I wanted nothing more than to be back inside her again. "Fucking amazing," I agreed.

We lay together struggling to recover for several minutes and Paige moved closer to curl up next to me. Looking around the room, my eyes settled on the camera pointed directly at us.

"Paige?"

"Hmmphh?" She snuggled even closer.

"Isn't the red light supposed to be on when that thing is recording?" I nodded at the camera witnessing our post-orgasmic bliss.

"I think so."

I laughed. "I think you forgot to turn it on. Carl has nothing to watch."

Paige raised her head and set her chin on my chest. "I didn't forget. We'll record the next time you fuck me."

"There'll be a next time?" I asked as I looked down at her.

Paige snaked a hand down to my spent cock. "Just as soon as we get cleaned up and I can get you hard again. Then we'll turn the camera on for Carl. That cucumber felt so good when I masturbated, I wasn't leaving here without being fucked by you twice."

"Just twice?" I asked.

"You're full of surprises," she giggled as she began stroking my cock and it responded. It was already getting hard again.

"You're about to be full of me again," I replied.

"I love surprises," Paige breathed before kissing me.

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His Cock Was Massive by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/his-cock-was-massive-70f67fdb1dd0

It was turning out to be a lovely evening as us ladies all sat around talking and sipping wine. My soon-to-be-mother-inlaw, Beverly, was firmly ensconced on my right during the entire bachelorette party as we played the usual slightly naughty games and the conversation at times turned a bit risqué.

However, the evening certainly took a turn into debauchery when the review of male strippers arrived. I thought Beverly was going to have an aneurysm as the MC walked through the front door followed by five scantily clad costumed men. They were all gorgeous.

"Ladies! Who's here to have a good time?" The MC yelled over a microphone attached to the small speaker he was carting.

My thirty friends and a few relatives went wild as I smiled but kept my composure watching Brad's mom out of the corner of my eye. I had been afraid that Julia was going to pull a stunt like that for me. It had been my suspicion when she offered to have the party at her house as it had ample room for the festivities and more. As the evening wore on, it turned out that her home wasn't the only thing that was huge.

As the music was cued, a construction worker in a tight pair of jeans wearing only a yellow vest went into his routine as we ladies hooted and hollered. Beverly sat next to me the entire time with her lips set in a grim line as she watched the display.

Trying to shrug her disapproval off, I started to get into the evening but was shocked when at the end of the third song, the construction worker ripped off his g-string revealing his very large manhood. He paraded around the living room flaunting it in each of our faces as he ground up against some women to their delight and to others' embarrassment.

He even spent several minutes waggling it directly in front of my face as I attempted to retain my mask of composure and not embarrass myself in front of my new mother-in-law. The construction worker finished his routine to vamp to the side as a fireman took his place in the center of the room.

The fireman's routine was similar to the first guys to the point that it became obvious why they were hired as each man sported a very well-endowed package. The vibe in the room reached a fevered pitch as the night wore on.

The evening continued through the stable of performers as I had a few more glasses of wine trying to calm myself while enduring Brad's mom's obvious disapproval of the festivities. Chaste and ultra-conservative, the bachelorette party had turned into a scene she was obviously not pleased with as the women pawed and shrieked with laughter at the naughty performance.

"Fuck her," Julia whispered to me as the fourth guy was finishing his routine.

"I'm trying to ignore her," I whispered back in her ear as the music wound down and the MC picked up the mic.

"Ladies—Ladies—Ladies, we've saved the best and biggest for last." The ladies howled their approval. "Officer Thor is next up. Show him your appreciation." We did, as he added in a screech, "And he's called Thor because he is the God of Thunder!"

The blonde-haired blue-eyed man was an Adonis as he started his gyrations in the center of the room. My friends were screaming as he paraded around the room shirtless wearing a duty belt with a pair of handcuffs hanging off it. The short tight shorts he was wearing showed off a considerable bulge as he pumped it into several women's faces and they screamed with excitement at the titillation.

When his shorts were pulled off revealing his g-string underneath, there was no denying that Officer Thor had the largest nightstick of the evening. It filled the front of the pouch to capacity. He danced his way over to me and before I knew what was happening, his handcuffs had been snapped onto my wrists much to the delight of my friends. Next to me, Beverly's face was an even grimmer mask of disapproval.

Officer Thor gyrated his crotch close to my face and despite my impending nuptials, there was a flood happening between my thighs. He turned around and flexed his rock-like buttocks in my face and despite Beverly sitting next to me, I dared to reach up to grasp it with both my bound hands. It was like squeezing lumps of steel his ass was so hard. He turned back around to dance his bulge in front of me as I watched mesmerized then he pulled his g-string down and my jaw dropped as the ladies howled.

"Yes, that's right Ladies. That is a real ten-and-a-half-inch dick!" The MC hollered and the crowd went wild. "One night with Thor and you certainly will be thore!"

I sat there in awe staring at the largest cock I had ever imagined while next to me Beverly's own jaw hit the floor. The large cock flopped heavily up and down in front of me before swinging in a dizzying arc as he gyrated his hips.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I reached up both my handcuffed hands and grabbed the base of his meaty cock then pulled the bulbous tip into my lips. The crowd around us went wild.

Despite his already impossibly large size, I felt him begin to lengthen and thicken even more in my mouth as I struggled to work more of his large member between my lips. After a few moments, he pulled back then smacked me first on one cheek with his huge cock then the other as I gasped in shock. Both times, he left a trail of saliva and precum across my face as I panted in shock and excitement.

My friends screamed their approval as I did something completely out of character. Then I looked to my right to see my soon-to-be-mother-inlaw staring at me in shock and horror. Julia sitting next to my left was calling me a whore and I was certain that was exactly what Beverly thought of me too.

I was beyond caring. As Officer Thor finished his routine, he came back over and I thought was going to retrieve his handcuffs. The music was still blaring, and his half-hard cock was swaying pendulously between his legs. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Instead of unlocking the cuffs, he yanked me to my feet and announced to the crowd, "I'm taking her in."

The ladies went wild, and I was picked up effortlessly and deposited over his shoulder giving me an upside-down close-up view of his bare sculpted backside. Officer Thor patted my ass playfully as he carried me through the crowd toward one of the bedrooms. The last view of my friends that I saw was Beverly watching me aghast as I was carried away.

I was beyond caring.

In the bedroom, Officer Thor threw me on the bed. "You up for this? All of this?" He stroked his impressive manhood in front of me and my fiancé was long forgotten.

"Am I ever."

"Good. Cuz that was great head you were giving me. Be a shame to lock that mouth down before giving one last guy a shot at you."

"Yes Officer Thor," I purred.

"You can call me Dave," he smiled at me as he dropped his duty belt on the floor and crawled on the bed toward me.

"Whatever your name is, just fuck me," I ordered him knowing that I was in no position to make commands with my hands still cuffed in front of me.

My jeans and underwear were yanked off before Dave/Thor kissed me. I was panting hotly into his mouth as his fingers probed inside me and he discovered my secret. I was beyond aroused and while never a size queen, I wanted to feel that ten and a half inches of his inside me before I resigned myself to one cock for the rest of my life.

The handcuffs were removed long enough for the rest of my clothes to be removed then my hands were bound behind my back. By that time, Dave/Thor had reached his potential and I noted with awe that the MC hadn't been lying. He was enormous.

My jaw was still aching from sucking the massive cock by that time, and he worked down to show me his other talents. The man certainly knew how to eat pussy, and I was sure that was a necessity as some girls didn't want his monstrous manhood anywhere near their tight vaginas. I was more than willing to have mine wrecked one last time before I was married. However, first, the man was proving that he was a maestro with his tongue.

When Dave/Thor finally entered me, it felt like I was being fucked by a baseball bat. There was no other way to describe it and even I blanched at my vulgar thought as his huge cock began pounding into me. I came instantly as his heavy girth filled me. His cock was as big as my forearm, and it was being rammed into me like a jackhammer. I'd never climaxed so hard in my life.

Three orgasms later and I was flipped over ungracefully and deposited face down in the bedding before his cock continued slamming into me. I was being fucked like a ragdoll and had to bury my face in the bedding to keep the others and my fiancé's mom from hearing my screams of pleasure.

I was told later that it didn't work, and the entire party heard me screaming over and over, "Don't stop fucking me! Your cocks huge! Fuck me Thor!"

By the time Dave/Thor finished, I was a trembling mess drenched in my own cum with his laced up my spine and into my hair. The man's load was as massive as his cock. When he finally unlocked the cuffs, my hands fell to the bed and I lay sprawled across it unable to move nor willing to. Instead, I dry-humped the bed in post-orgasmic bliss until I fell asleep.

When I awoke, daylight was streaming through the window, and I groaned in agony when I moved. Every inch of my body hurt, and his semen had not only cooled but dried to a crust all across my back and ass. My abdomen pounded with a dull ache from the battering my insides had received and Thor had certainly lived up to his name. I had felt thunder and lightning. My once-tight vagina was in total agreement.

Moving stiffly, I grabbed my shirt and threw it on over the mess he had left on me before pulling my panties on. Gingerly, I set them into place as I winced. The burning soreness was quite the reminder of the night before.

I pulled open the door to face the aftermath of the party. Thankfully, no one was around as I made my way unsteadily toward the kitchen holding onto the wall for support while my free hand clutched my stomach. The man had certainly rearranged my guts in a way my future husband never had or even could. I moaned anew remembering Brad and our upcoming nuptials and what I had done the night before.

Julia was in the kitchen. "Hey there. Quite a night you had, Slut."

I didn't need that reminder from the night before. "Ugh, Where're the guys? Are they still here?"

"They're still here," she confirmed way too chipperly as my jaw hit the floor. Seeing Dave/Thor was the last thing I wanted. "Here's coffee." She shoved a steaming mug in my hand. "Now go into the living room and sit down. It looks like you need more time to recover."

"I do. I've never fucked that hard before in my life."

"Or by a cock that big either I bet," she laughed. "He was fucking huge."

"It certainly was," I breathed before making the torturous march back to the living room. I was moving slowly.

Lowering myself gingerly onto the couch, Julia came in behind me and put a heating pad on my abdomen then handed me an ice pack. "What's this for?" I asked her.

"Been there. I love the big ones. Heating pads for your insides. The ice pack is for the sore pussy."

"Gee thanks," I shot at her as I winced as I pushed the ice pack between my thighs.

"You're welcome," she smiled at me before heading back toward the kitchen. Alone, I sipped my coffee hoping the effects from the night before would wear off quickly.

The bedroom door at the far end opened and I looked up in shock as Dave/Thor came out of the bedroom. He hadn't left yet as Julia had said. He was followed by Beverly and my eyes widened. She was only wearing a t-shirt and her tussled hair was a mess from a night of sex.

As the stripper picked up his discarded outfit from the night before, my eyes were locked on his spent cock swinging like a heavy pendulum between his etched legs. I couldn't believe it had all fit inside me and I ached anew remembering what it had felt like. Then the feeling turned to shock and disgust as I realized that his massive cock had been in my soon-to-be-mother-inlaw.

Dave/Thor dressed quickly in his street clothes and grabbed his duffel bag.

"Congratulations on your wedding," he smiled at me. "You were great last night. I was glad I could give you one last hurrah before getting married."

"Thanks," I mumbled not wanting to look at Beverly standing freshly fucked wearing only a t-shirt next to him.

He turned to her. "And you—call me later in the week. You were fucking amazing." He caught himself as he glanced over at me sitting in agony on the couch. "You were too. I just kinda like the older ladies. More experienced. But you really did give great head."

"Thanks," I muttered as he winked at me then blew a kiss at Beverly.

He was out the door before we could say anything else. As she shut the door behind him, Beverly turned to me. I didn't know what to say.

"We need to talk," she began matter-of-factly as she walked to the couch and then sat beside me.

"I guess."

She plucked the ice pack from between my legs and pressed it firmly between her own thighs. "I was a bit of a size queen in my younger days. I'm guessing you are too."

"Not exactly," I told her. "Not before last night."

She pushed on. "I really do love Harold." Beverly winced as she repositioned herself on the couch with the ice pack between her legs. "He's just not very big. I bet it's the same thing for Brad."

"Not like Dave—I mean Thor—anyways."

"Well, us ladies have to have our fun—even if we must maintain our appearances in public for the boys." I remembered her grim expression the night before during the party. It was a far cry from the freshly sex-mauled look she was sporting.

"Sure?"

Beverly patted my knee. "Well—this will be our secret." She smiled at me and then added, "I told Thor to come over after the rehearsal dinner. The guys will be out for their bachelor party. Want another shot at him again?"

It would be the night before my wedding as I blinked at my fiancé's mom and then found myself whispering, "I do."

"I thought that would be your answer. He can bounce back and forth between bedrooms and fuck us both. Lord knows that boy has enough cock to go around." Beverly grinned at me as I sat stunned listening to her.

There was a lot about my mother-in-law that I was just now learning. Who knew what the night before my wedding would bring?

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Hooked on Swinging by Casey Holt
http://www.myerotica.com/hooked-on-swinging-d9ad504f980
It didn’t take much. Just another woman’s well-hung husband.

When we were invited on vacation with Ken and Marcy, we were thrilled. Friends for several years, we had become closer in the previous months. The thought of spending an entire week with them sounded fun. To save money, we booked a double room and I tried to come to terms with sharing space with them, even if we were close friends.

It would become a turning point in my relationship with my husband.

At dinner the first night, our friends let slip that they were, in fact, swingers—and were interested in us. It was one of the reasons for the invitation. I simply looked in astonishment at my husband as he arched an eyebrow at me. Both of us were speechless.

When Ken explained that it was going to be a long week, sexually speaking, sharing space together if we weren't up for sharing each other, perhaps just being open when we had sex would be fun. That was something that Jim and I could go along with, and we decided to take things as they came.

That boundary wouldn't last long.

Up in the room that night, things heated up quickly. Being away from home, without the kids, and with another beautiful couple, I was incredibly aroused as I kissed my husband on the bed. When his hand wandered down to my ass, it was all over for me. I wanted him.

On the other bed, Ken and Marcy were pawing at each other like animals as they made out and to my surprise, her engorged red nipple came into view for a second before it was engulfed by Ken's lips. Watching the other couple, I was getting more and more turned on as Ken worked his hand up under Marcy's sundress.

Jim kissed his way down between my legs to nuzzle my inner thighs and I was soon panting like a bitch in heat. When Marcy sloughed off her dress to toss it on the floor, I followed suit and for the first time in my life, I was naked with another couple in the same room. I was beyond caring. The men followed suit and I was quickly getting into the mood of the evening.

Ken was ruggedly built, and I soon found out, well-endowed. With Jim sucking my nipple, I was drenched as Ken moved down to lap between Marcy's legs. Ken followed his lead down between my own and the two of us women smiled at each other as our respective husbands ate us out.

It took Marcy seconds to come, and I began to wonder just how good Ken was as Jim continued lapping at my clit. As my own orgasm approached, I felt the bed shift and cracked my eyes open to see Ken kneeling next to my head with his incredible cock directly above my face. Before I knew what I was doing, my lips were engulfing his bulbous tip, stretching my lips taut, and I came instantly with another man's cock in my mouth. Between my legs, my husband didn't seem to care as he lapped at me. A meaty paw stroked my breast as I sucked Ken's cock and Jim reached up to stroke my other one. Being the center of their attention felt amazing, and I didn't want it to end.

"Marcy's kinda lonely over there, Jim. Maybe you can help her out?"

We all glanced at Ken's beautiful wife as I took his cock from my lips, and it brushed wetly across my cheek. On the next bed, Marcy was masturbating as she watched the men work at me. Jim silently left us to move over to her and to my surprise, I didn't feel an ounce of jealousy. Instead, I concentrated on the cock that I jammed back between my lips.

"Just like that Christine," Ken encouraged as he slid a hand down my torso to slip a finger inside me. I was drenched.

Moaning on his cock, I savored the salty taste of his precum as I heard Marcy next to us start to moan. The bed creaked and I knew my husband was fucking her.

"Faster. Harder," she moaned. "Your cock feels awesome."

It would be an indication of what I would feel moments later as her husband moved between my own legs. I tore my eyes away from the other couple as Ken settled between my thighs and my focus shifted to the large cock that was about to impale me. When he slid into me, I moaned as pleasure washed through me. For the first time in years, another man was inside me. Wrapping my legs around his, I tried to draw him in even deeper.

"Fuck me," I panted up at Ken as he began thrusting. "Hard."

Next to us, Marcy had another orgasm as her moans rose in volume. Thankful that my husband was pleasing her right, I gripped her husband's powerful shoulders attempting to hold on as he began fucking me like a piston. My orgasm shattered me instantly.

"I'm coming!"

Stars exploded behind my tightly closed eyelids as I climaxed. I knew then why Marcy had come so easily when we had started. Ken was a masterful lover.

He began jackhammering into me as he threw my legs up over his shoulders. Thrusting deeper, I was at his mercy as he pounded into me over and over. Several orgasms later and I was laying in a pool of my own cum and more sated than I had been in a very long time.

Glancing again next to us, Marcy was on all fours with my husband pounding against her incredible plump ass. It moved in waves as he slammed his cock into her, and I wanted to cheer him on. He was fucking her like a pornstar.

Ken moved me into the same position, and I felt his cock press against my tight rectum. Ken wouldn't be the first man in there, but he would by far be the largest. As his cock pressed into my tight ring, I was moaning with anticipation as Marcy had another orgasm. Jim was right behind her and I opened my eyes long enough to watch him pull out and ejaculate thickly on her broad hip.

"Fuck," I moaned as I clamped my eyes shut and I was penetrated.

Ken's cock impaling me was huge. Splitting me open as I crushed my breasts against the bed giving him even more access to my ass, I endured his large cock opening me up. As he slid balls deep into me, I was clutching the bedding in front of me. When he thrust with powerful lunges, I was begging him not to stop. Finally, after two anal orgasms, I was nearing my limit and begging him to finish.

On the opposite bed, Marcy watched us with a sly smile on her face while Jim watched with fascination as I was sodomized by a man with a much larger cock.

"I—I—can't take much more," I groaned as Ken's cock pummeled my delicate sphincter.

In response, I felt him pulse and swell as he drove inside me. As my moans turned to screams, I climaxed again and felt a rush of hot semen deep inside my ass. It seemed to never end as Ken filled me with cum while his wife and my husband looked on. It was the single hottest moment of my life and we were hooked.

When Ken finally finished and pulled his lifeless cock from me, I slid satisfied to the bed and lay dry humping it for several minutes.

"How was he?" Jim asked me.

"Fucking incredible," I replied into the sheets.

"So more of that this week?" Marcy giggled at me.

"More of everything," I moaned.

Everything is exactly what Jim and I got during the rest of the week. Ken fucked me mercilessly while Jim picked up some valuable skills from Marcy, even getting the opportunity to fuck her plump juicy ass.

I'd have my own shot at her before the week was over and my entire world was upended. Not only were my husband and I introduced to swinging with another couple but I tasted pussy for the first time. I was hooked and it totally changed our lives. Ken and Marcy became a constant force in our lives and made date nights and vacations that much more enjoyable.

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Like Mother Like Daughter by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/like-mother-like-daughter-part-1-54c66d2486fa
They'd never admit it but it was obvious

Part 1

"Mmm—What are you doing?" Paige's lips kissing my neck felt wonderful. She moved sensually over my delicate skin with a wicked smile as her hot breath tickled me.

Without answering me, Paige pressed me back against the counter as she moved back up to kiss my lips. Moments later, she pulled back with an evil gleam in her eye and a sly grin. Sliding down to the floor, she knelt in front of me and started fumbling with my jeans.

"Taking care of something before we leave," she finally whispered.

I wasn't about to argue as she tugged my jeans down over my hips then worked my shorts down. "I like how you think," I replied watching her.

"And I love your big cock," Paige purred as she ran a finger down the top of its length.

My cock was already thickening as she wrapped her fingers around it, hefted it then enveloped my cock with her lips. Taking her head in my hands to steady myself, I guided her as she bobbed her head then took me deep into her throat as I groaned. Her lips around the base of my cock felt incredible before she worked me back out looking me in the eye the entire time. Paige is, by far, the best lover I'd ever had.

On her knees in front of me, she worked my now steel-like member in and out of her lips as she moaned. Every few strokes, she plunged me into the back of her throat and made hollow gagging sounds as she deep throated me.

"Oh God," I groaned every time she did as pleasure pulsed through me.

Bucking my hips, I was driving my cock as deep into her mouth as it would go. Looking down as Paige nestled back on her heels, I was wishing that she wasn't wearing the flowered sundress that she had on so I could see her luscious ass splaying out beneath her. As I watched her, Paige snaked a hand up under her dress and began fingering herself.

"Are you—?" I gasped as she added her free hand to my shaft and began stroking me into her mouth with a vengeance. "Oh—God—that's so hot."

"Mmhmm," she moaned on my cock.

Watching Paige, my cock was slick with her saliva and her hand slid deliciously up and down its length. Between her legs, she was obliviously plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt as she fellated me. It was the hottest thing any woman had ever done for me.

A few minutes later, Paige's moans on my cock intensified then I watched her legs clamp around the hand working between her legs. She climaxed loudly with my cock still ensconced in her mouth and never missed a beat as she jerked me off into her lips.

"Holy shit," I groaned as I stood above her watching the display as she climaxed.

A second later, Paige's hand was pulled from under her dress, and I renewed my efforts to come. Eager to have my cum swallowed, I thrust my cock deeper and rougher into her mouth as she moaned her appreciation. As I did, I felt her finger probe up under my balls and brush my rectum.

"What the—?!" A delicate finger pushed into my ass. Before I could stop her, Paige's slender digit was fully inserted into me as I gasped. She began stroking my prostate.

"Oh—my God—fuck," I groaned in surprise and discomfort before the most intense pleasure of my life pulsed through me.

It felt amazing as my prostate buzzed under pressure.

Tingling vibrations radiated out from under my balls and all too soon, my cum began shooting up my cock. Paige never stopped sucking me as I erupted thickly into the back of her throat, and she gagged and coughed before swallowing my copious load. Still working her finger deep inside me, she milked my prostate as every ounce of semen in it drained into her mouth.

As I finished, I slumped back against the kitchen counter attempting to not collapse to the floor. My legs were so weak I thought they'd give out at any moment. Shuddering for the last time, Paige's finger was pulled from my ass leaving behind a strange tingling sensation that wasn't unpleasant but rather I felt totally sated.

"Holy—shit," I gasped above her. "What was—that all—about?"

Paige bounced up to her feet then stepped to the sink to wash up. "Just taking care of things before we head to my mom's. There won't be much chance after we get there."

"No—I mean—with what you did with my ass."

"Oh, that? I love anal play," Paige confessed with a wicked smile as she reached for the towel to dry her hands.

"I can see that. You're by far—" I searched for the right words, "the wildest girl I've ever been with."

"Don't tell that to my mom," Paige giggled with a wink. "She's really conservative. A real prude."

"So the ass play? Does that mean?" I let the question linger hoping she meant what I think she meant.

She leaned up to kiss me and whispered conspiratorially, "Yes—I like to be fucked in the ass." She kissed me again. "Come on. Let's get going."

Following her to the car, my focus was on the swish of her hips and the thought of fucking her in the luscious ass that was hidden under her sundress. The car was already packed for the weekend at her mom and I was feeling incredibly satisfied.

"Does she know we're coming?" I asked.

"No. I want it to be a surprise," Paige frowned at me over the top of the car. "After she and dad divorced, mom's been all alone. She won't even date." She frowned again before sliding into the driver's seat.

"Not at all?" I climbed into the car next to her.

"Nope." Paige started the car and shrugged. "There's even a few single guys at her church. But she said she's not interested."

"Church huh?" I asked as she pulled out of the driveway. "Does your mom know what a freak her daughter is?"

"Not hardly," Paige grinned slyly at me with a wink. "She thinks I'm a good girl."

"My asshole says otherwise," I replied squirming in my seat.

Part 2

The two-hour drive to Paige's mom's house went quickly. Before we knew it, we were pulling into the driveway to park behind a black Chevy pickup. Paige looked over at me.

"I wonder who's here?" She asked filled with curiosity as she put the car in park.

"Maybe she does have a boyfriend?"

"She's never mentioned one."

We climbed out of the car then grabbed our bags out of the trunk.

"You sure we can't finish later what you started at home?" I asked as we started for the door. I wanted more of Paige. "I can go again."

"You don't know my mom. Ultra-conservative. Like a real June Cleaver type. Sleeping together—not even—won't happen. Sleeping in the same bed before marriage is strictly off-limits," Paige replied as she tried the front door but found it locked. "Hmm… that's strange. She never locks the door."

She fumbled for her keys as I commented, "Maybe because she's living alone now?"

"Well, someone's here with her," Paige nodded back toward the truck in the driveway as she shoved her key in the lock.

Stepping inside, we froze hearing strange noises coming from the back of the house. Paige gave me a queer confused expression and I shrugged my shoulders in response. Dropping our bags in the living room, we headed toward the kitchen and the increasingly louder noises. We both stopped dead when we reached the dining room. The sight before us was utterly shocking.

A woman in her late forties was bent over the edge of the long dining room table. Completely naked, her ankles were each tied to a table leg trapping them apart. Her arms were stretched out in front of her with ropes trussing them to the table legs on the opposite side keeping her spread-eagled over the smooth wooden surface. An odd leather harness was buckled around her head, and I studied it curiously even as the large hulking man behind her fucked her savagely. The soft flesh of her ass meeting his body made a loud making sound that echoed through the dining room.

The man was wearing a leather mask and from the way he was fucking her, I could see why there were scuff marks on the floor where the table had been driven up against the wall with each violent lunge into her. I'd never seen anyone being fucked that hard before in my life, not even in porn. It was brutal if not savage.

As Paige and I watched in stunned fascination not knowing what to do, the muffled screams of the woman reached their pinnacle and she cried out. It sounded strange and choked. Behind her, the man slammed his cock into her even harder until with a final violent thrust, he tensed as he obviously spent his copious load into the woman then collapsed over top of her.

"Mom?" Paige finally croaked.

"That's your mom?!" I whispered and was rewarded with the back of her hand smacking me in the chest to silence me.

Hearing us, the woman trussed over the table whipped her head around and I noted the bright red ball gag ensconced in her mouth. Trails of saliva coated her lips and chin and pooled on the table beneath her.

"Paiitthhe?" The woman asked clearly surprised and unable to get her daughter's name out with the ball in her mouth. Her deep brown eyes were huge with shock.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Paige demanded as she stared at her mother and the man that had just finished fucking her in disbelief. His cock was still lodged in her. "Who the fuck is this?"

The chiseled guy stepped back, and his cock pulled from Paige's mom's ass, and Paige and I both stared at it in shock. It was the largest penis I'd ever seen in my life and it was still in the process of softening.

"That was in her ass?" I whispered in both awe and disgust before being rewarded again with a hand smacking my chest to silence me.

"Raul?" Paige muttered as we gawked at the man's oversized member.

"You know who this is just from his cock?" I asked my girlfriend as I finally tore my eyes away from the monstrous fifth member of our little party. "How?"

The guy pulled his mask off, "Hi Paige."

"Why are you fucking my mom?" Before he could answer, Paige looked at the woman still bound on the table. "Mom? Why was Raul fucking you in the ass?" She paused for a second, "Wait—Holy shit—He was in your ass? He's fucking huge?"

"Mmpphh," came Paige's mom's reply.

"Jesus Raul. Take the ball gag out of her mouth," Paige ordered.

"Err—Right?" Raul replied as he stepped around the table. His large cock swayed intimidatingly with each step and my eyes were again locked on it rather than the bare freshly fucked ass of the woman that was presented to us.

He took the gag out of Paige's mom's mouth, and she flexed her jaw. "I can explain," she finally told us then looked up at Raul. "Can you untie me, Baby?"

"Sure thing, Sweetie," Raul told her then started freeing her. My eyes were still locked on his massive cock that swayed like a pendulum with each of his movements. It was impressive.

"Baby?—Sweetie?" Paige fumed.

"Who's Raul?" I finally asked Paige tearing my eyes away from his cock.

Paige sighed. "My high school boyfriend. Mom had a fit when she caught us fucking in my bedroom when I was a senior." Paige glared at the couple then looked back at me. "Went on and on how it was a fucking sin." She gestured at her naked mother. "Apparently it's not anymore."

"Paige!" Her mother spoke up. "That's enough and watch your language."

"Says the woman that just had a giant cock in her ass," Paige sputtered.

"I can see why she'd have a problem with it," I muttered watching Raul's huge cock dangling between his muscular thighs as he stooped to untie Paige's mom's ankles. "He's huge." I was again silenced with a hard smack to my chest.

"Why are you fucking Raul? Or should I ask—why was he fucking your ass—when you're tied to the dining room table, I might add." Paige thought for a minute then shivered before blurting out, "I was going to make us all a nice dinner and eat in here with the good dishes tonight. Ew—"

"What are you making?" Raul asked and I thought that while he might be incredibly well-hung, he certainly didn't know when to be quiet.

"Shut up!" Paige barked at him and he stepped back as he clamped his mouth closed. His cock swayed heavily as he did and my eyes were again glued to it. It truly was intimidating.

"Honey," Paige's mom started again as she rubbed her wrists trying to work the circulation back into them."I can explain."

Naked in front of us and not even caring, if Paige looks like her mom does at her age, my new girlfriend was definitely a keeper. The older woman was hot. Rauls' gigantic member was momentarily forgotten.

"I like anal play?" Paige's mom finally shrugged. "What—can I say?"

"Oh gross," Paige told her.

"Didn't you just tell me the same thing when you fingered my ass before we left?" Yet again, I was rewarded with the back of her hand smacking my chest.

She was starting to leave bruises.

"Ow!" I whined as I rubbed my chest. "I was only reminding you that you told me the exact same thing before we left the house."

Paige glared at me. "Shut it," she ordered.

Her mother continued, "And well—my divorce from your father—it was—" she sighed, "—my fault if we're being honest." Her shoulders sagged as she looked at her daughter pleadingly. "He was just so—so vanilla. I needed more excitement. I needed to get buck wild." She reached up to brush her fingers tenderly across Raul's cheek as she smiled at him. "And yes—I needed a ten-inch cock in my ass."

"Wait?" I turned to Paige finally catching up. "He fucked you?" I pointed at his incredible cock, "With that? Ten inches?"

"Not now Jeremy," Paige hissed at me.

Her mother confessed further, "I guess I'm just a bit of a freak and didn't know it until after twenty-five years of being married to your father. He was just so boring in bed."

"Like mother like daughter," I muttered under my breath and both women glared icily at me making my balls shrivel a little. The two were really very much alike.

"I guess—I better go," Raul stated as he kissed Paige's mom's cheek then left the room to find his clothes. "It was good seeing you, Paige," he shot over his shoulder as we both watched his chiseled naked ass leave.

"Don't go, Baby," Paige's mom called after him. "Paige said she wanted to make us all dinner tonight!"

"He seems nice—well him and his dick," I told Paige before she turned to me with a cringe-worthy look of derision.

With Paige's mom still naked in front of us, I was still wondering if I even wanted to be in the same room with Raul's anaconda-like cock. I was still coming to terms with the fact that it had once been in my girlfriend. Even worse, it had just fucked Paige's mom in the ass on the table we'd be eating at. A shiver ran down my spine as I eyed Paige's mom appreciatively and thought I could live through it.

"I can't fucking believe this!" Paige fumed again.

"Again. Language, Paige!"

"Mother! Get dressed! Please?"

"Sure thing Honey." Her mom followed after Raul and I watched the twitch of her bare round ass.

"I can't fucking believe this," Page repeated again when we were alone.

"I can—like mother like daughter," I told her and was rewarded with her glaring at me. At least she didn't hit me again.

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My Friend's Wife's Halftime Show Was Far Better Than the One on TV by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/my-friends-wife-s-halftime-show-was-far-better-than-the-one-on-tv-95a1c415fbf9
Locked between us, I was more than willing to play along

"You want another beer?" Mark asked as he put the foot down on his recliner and gestured at me with the bottom of his empty bottle.

"Yeah, I'll take one."

He headed for the kitchen as I leaned back into the couch and watched as a commercial ended before the halftime show started.

In the other room, I saw Mark head to the fridge talking to his wife, Teresa, as she leaned against the counter. She had been in and out of the living room during the entire first half and was as much of a distraction for me as Mark's yelling at the TV. Thick and curvy, Teresa made it hard to stay focused on the game.

In the kitchen, the two were talking and I saw Teresa glancing at me, smiling and nodding. A few minutes later, Mark came back in and handed me a beer but didn't sit back down.

"Teresa wants me to ask you something."

"What's that?" She had moved to the doorway and was watching me expectantly. I glanced over at her as I took a swig from my bottle.

"She wants to know if she can suck your cock."

I almost spit out the beer. Forcing it down my gullet, I coughed as I cleared my throat not sure if I had heard him correctly. Looking over at her, she gazed down at me with a dazzling smile with her arms folded across her ample chest making her full breasts push upward. It certainly wasn't a bad proposition.

"You're kidding? You don't mind?"

He waved my concern off. "Nah. We're poly-amorous." Apparently, there was a lot about my coworker that I didn't know.

Still, I looked Teresa up and down and decided to push forward. "So just a blowjob? No fucking?"

"We can save that for another time," Teresa purred at me with a sexy smile. "Take things slow."

"A blowjob is slow?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes or no," Mark interrupted, and I looked up at him grinning at me as he waited for my answer.

"What about you?" I asked him. "What will you be doing? You just going to watch?"

"At first. Sometimes, I join in. I don't mind being cuckolded now and then."

"This seems a little weird—but okay," I relented as I looked back and forth between the two.

Teresa took several steps toward me pulling her dress up over her head. In her bra and panties, I looked her over again from head to toe. Curvaceous and hot, she was sporting an hourglass figure and with my cock already hardening. I wanted desperately to fuck her.

As she pulled her bra off then slid her panties down over her wide hips and thick legs, my cock was throbbing in my jeans. She stepped to me as I stared at the bald crease between her legs then she knelt between them.

"I've been wanting to do this since you got here," Teresa grinned as she reached for my zipper.

Helping her, my jeans were pushed down to my ankles and she eyed my cock appreciatively as she took it in her hands. With a soft touch that sent chills through me, it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. Teresa leaned down to envelope my cockhead with her luscious lips.

"Oh my God," I breathed as she worked me deep into her mouth.

Her long brown hair tickled my thighs as it cascaded over them. Flexing my hips, they moved in unison with her lips working on my cock and I watched the top of her head bobbing in my lap. Her mouth felt incredible.

Stunned, as I looked up, Mark stood behind her watching the action and calmly drinking his beer. It felt a little creepy but what his wife was doing to my cock felt too good to care. Glancing back down, I watched the cleft of her plump ass wriggle seductively as she bobbed on my cock. A few minutes later, she sat back but kept stroking my cock as smiled up at me.

"You have a great cock."

"Uh—Thanks?"

Teresa released her grip on my shaft to reach for a hair tie wrapped around her wrist. She wound her hair up on top of her head then put the band on to hold it in place. The entire time, I was watching mesmerized as her hard dark nipples bounced deliciously.

"Shits getting serious now," Mark commented as Teresa leaned back down to take my cock back in her mouth.

Whatever she was doing with her tongue felt more amazing than anything any girl had ever done to me. She set to work thrusting me feverishly between her lips as I moaned and took her head in my hands. Waiting for her to wrap her fist back around my shaft to stroke me into her mouth, Teresa instead took me by my hips and thrust me farther into her throat.

"She'll get you off without using her hand," Mark told me and I looked up at him in amazement as his wife fellated me.

"I doubt that," I commented knowing how my body works.

Teresa was, in fact, making me feel incredible with just her lips and tongue. By that time, she was full-on fucking my cock with her mouth and my cockhead was pressing into the back of her throat. I'd never had any woman do that to me before. Behind her, Mark started undressing.

"God—her ass is too incredible. I gotta get in on the action," he told me as he set his beer bottle aside.

I'd have felt more awkward as he undressed if his wife hadn't been giving me the blow job of a lifetime. Trying not to look at my friend's naked body as he stripped, I concentrated instead on the top of his wife's head in my lap as she sucked me off.

As Mark tore his jeans down then his shorts, I looked up at him in astonishment. Apparently, there was a lot about my coworker that I didn't know; like the fact that he had a humongous cock.

Incredibly proportioned, it stood out from his body almost a full ten inches. While teenage boys brag about having a cock that big, Mark actually did.

"Holy shit," I muttered in amazement as Teressa sucked me and I eyed her husband's gigantic cock. "You're huge."

"Yeah, I got a big cock," Mark shrugged as she knelt behind Teresa.

"Good for Dude. Good for you," I muttered sarcastically as he took her hips then thrust his monstrous cock in her.

Teresa groaned on my own cock as she arched her back with his entrance but never released her suction working on my cock. After seeing what she was used to, it was no wonder that she could deep throat a more modest cock like mine. As Mark began thrusting roughly into her, Teresa moaned, and with each violent lunge into her, my cock was thrust deeper into her throat. With Teresa's hands locked on my hips, she truly was fuck-sucking me.

With the halftime show blaring on the TV, it was completely forgotten by that time as we both fucked my friend's wife. With her head in my hands and her ass in her husband's, Teresa was getting filled from both ends and loving every second of it. When she climaxed as Mark pounded into her, her moaning on my cock sent waves of pleasurable vibrations through me.

"Oh—God," I groaned as her breasts brushed against the insides of my thighs with each of Mark's thrusts.

My cock was in her throat, and she was squealing with delight on it as another orgasm started soon after the first one subsided. Teresa wasn't coming up for air.

"She's fucking good, isn't she?" Mark asked as he slammed his huge cock savagely into his wife.

"Yes," I groaned through gritted teeth as I struggled to hold back my orgasm.

He had been right. Teresa was going to make me come with just her mouth. With each of his brutal thrusts, her lips were encircling the base of my cock and it was finally too much for me.

"Come. She'll swallow everything you give her," Mark encouraged me.

"I—I—I am," I panted as my orgasm started.

As it did, Teresa had another orgasm as her muffled screams sent even more vibrations through my body. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"God this is so fucking hot," Mark commented. "I'm fucking coming with you guys."

"Fuck—yes!" I cried as my cum boiled from my balls and Teresa screamed on my cock.

When my hot salty load shot into the back of her throat, she climaxed again with me. Behind her, Mark's face was a tight mask of pleasure as he filled her cunt while he slammed his humongous cock into her. All three of us climaxed together as I held Teresa's head like a vice and emptied my balls into her mouth.

"I—I—can't believe it," I gasped as my orgasm subsided and Mark finally eased his strokes into her.

Still locked between us, she slowed her mouth working on my cock then took me from her lips. Panting, as all three of us struggled to recover then she smiled up at me with her lips glistening with my cum and her saliva.

"That was fun," Teresa cooed and bit her lips sexily as she grinned.

"Was it ever," Mark added as he moved back, and his slick heavy cock dropped between his legs.

"I can't believe that just happened," I told them then noted that the game on TV had started again.

"I can," Teresa purred as she eyed my cock lasciviously then leaned back in to give it a final wet kiss. "Maybe you'll be ready for more by the time the game is over. I want to know what that cock feels like in my ass."

My cock was already starting to harden again as Teresa began gathering up her clothes. The game was long forgotten as I watched her thick curvy body and the twitch of her plump bare ass as she headed for the bedroom. Mark watched her leave then turned to me.

"That was the best half-time show ever," he told me as his naked wife shut the door behind her.

"It certainly was," I told him.

"You want to fuck that big ass of hers, don't ya?" Mark asked me as he reached for his beer.

I couldn't believe how the afternoon's big event had changed. "Fuck yeah," I told him as I reached for my beer. "I can't wait until the game's over."

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My Husband Lost Me in a Poker Game by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/my-husband-lost-me-in-a-poker-game-part-1-d96df0513597

Part 1

Glancing up at the clock again for the umpteenth time, I was growing more than concerned. Even with my husband's predilection for long nights gambling, he normally wasn't home this late. When I heard a car pull in the driveway a few minutes later, I breathed a thankful sigh of relief. However, when I heard several more doors slam closed, I became more than curious.

Turning off the TV, I crossed to the window and saw Bob coming up the steps framed by two large men. Behind them, a fourth followed and I opened the door before they reached it. My curiosity turned to concern.

"Is everything all right?" I asked as Bob walked in followed by two large hulking men dressed in expensive suits. I froze. Behind them, Tony Minnotti walked into my living room. My husband didn't answer me. "Bob? What's going on?"

"Everything's fine Trudy," Tony Minnotti, the infamous gangster, said to me as he closed the door. "It's Trudy, right?"

Wondering how and why he knew my name; I ignored him and addressed my husband again. "Bob? What's going on?"

I knew he'd been playing poker at one of the gangster's clubs. With his gambling problem, it wouldn't be the first time that my husband got into debt with some unsavory characters. However, dread filled me as I eyed the trio of mobsters standing in my living room. Tony Minnotti was more than ruthless and to my knowledge normally didn't make house calls. If the debt was too much, Bob could easily wind up in the hospital or worse; dead.

"I screwed up," my husband finally admitted to me and I backed away from him to sit on the edge of the couch.

"How? How much?"

He looked like he was about to cry. "A straight flush. Tony—" He glanced with fear at the mobster before continuing, "Mr. Minnotti—pulled a straight heart flush. I still don't get it. How?" He shook his head. "I have the worst luck in the world."

"How much did you lose?" I asked glancing at the three men standing in my living room with my degenerate husband.

The two goons framed either side of Bob seemingly bored as they looked around our shabby living home. The house would be much nicer if my husband wasn't a gambling addict. Bob didn't answer me.

"How much?" I repeated. No one answered me. "How much?" I repeated more firmly getting angrier and more worried by the second.

"You," Bob croaked casting his eyes on the floor looking like he was going to cry.

"What—what are you talking about?" I stammered.

Mr. Minnotti spoke up, "He lost you in the game."

Confusion mixed with ice filled my veins as I gawked back at him with my mouth agape. Clearly, I wasn't understanding him. "What do you mean he lost me?"

"You see—Bob here," Mr. Minnotti stepped toward me gesturing at my husband. "He thought he had a winning hand, so he went all in. When I upped him then called, he had nothing left to match it. So—," Mr. Minnotti smiled cruelly at my pathetic husband who looked by that time like he was about to be sick. "He bet—you."

"Me?" I scoffed as I stared wide-eyed at Bob. "How?"

"He bet—certain sexual favors with you." Tony stepped even closer. "He showed me your picture." His eyes roamed over my body taking me in from head to toe as I visibly flinched. He was leering at me. "And—I gotta say, you're quite the piece."

"Piece?" I felt humiliated as if I were a slab of meat and completely objectified.

"Dish, piece of ass, hot," Mr. Minnotti continued not making me feel any better. He got back to the business at hand. "You will spend the night with me and possibly a few more."

"I won't do it," I countered crossing my arms and standing my ground.

"You're not the first wife to tell me that." He turned to his two goons. "Nikko. Paulie. Take Bob here for a ride." He turned back to me smiling cruelly as he finished, "Don't kill him. Just put him in intensive care. He needs to get the message." He looked me over again. "They both do."

"W—what" I sputtered as Bob began to cry.

"Or you can consent to a night of intense consensual pleasure with me, and I guarantee you that you will be asking me for more nights by the time the morning comes." Mr. Minnotti had a smarmy smile plastered on his face. Trapped and willing to do anything to save my husband, degenerate gambler or not, I nodded my response. "I can't hear you," Mr. Minnotti told me as he leaned toward me.

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Noo," Bob wailed mournfully and was rewarded with a smack against the back of his head by one of the goons to shut him up. It worked.

"Where's your bedroom?" Tony asked me.

"Here? You want to do this here? Now?"

"Yes now. In your marital bed," Tony told me. "Bob has to learn."

Bob was sobbing uncontrollably as I resigned myself to making love with the gangster. "It's upstairs."

"Lead the way, Trudy."

Turning, I headed for the stairs with Mr. Minnotti following behind along with Bob and the two goons. Stopping, I looked at the men. "Wait? What are you doing? All of you?"

"I told you. Bob needs to learn not to get in over his head. He's going to watch. Nikko and Paulie will keep him from interrupting."

Filled with dread, I led the men up the stairs. In his forties, Tony was handsome with a shock of gray at his temples. Powerfully built and an "in total charge kind" of guy, it could be worse for my having to endure what I was about to do and with an audience. In the bedroom, I stopped by our bed.

"Undress for me," Mr. Minnotti ordered as the two other guys led my husband to a chair in the corner and forced him into the seat. Bob still looked pathetic like he wanted to cry as he sniffled. He also still looked like he was about to throw up.

Slowly, I began undressing as Mr. Minnotti shrugged out of his suit jacket and hung it neatly over a chair. His arms bulged under his impeccable linen shirt as he took off his tie then unbuttoned his creased trousers. Each piece of clothing he hung over the back of the chair to keep from wrinkling.

Watching the men in the corner and the mobster undressing before me, I slipped out of my sweatpants then pulled off my t-shirt. I'd never undressed in front of anyone other than my husband. With four pairs of eyes watching me, I tried to cover myself in just my bra and panties but knew it was no use.

Finally, I resigned myself to the task at hand and unclasped my bra. Pulling it from me, my heavy breasts settled lower and the two goons stared impassively at my body as if they were used to seeing naked women undressing for Mr. Minnotti.

"Very nice," he complimented as I reached for my panties.

By that time, he was in his shorts as he waited for me to finish undressing. I pulled my panties down my legs then stepped out of them as he looked me over. "Very nice indeed."

Mr. Minnotti stepped to me then wrapped his arms around me. I wanted to be repulsed by him but in truth, his body was lean and hard; something my husband wasn't after he reached the age of thirty. Pressing my body against his, Mr. Minnotti's lips were on mine and I sighed into his mouth as I felt his erection pressing against my middle. When our lips parted, he smiled down at me.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No," I admitted as I bit my lip then looked over at my pathetic husband.

The two men framing him each had a meaty paw on his shoulder to keep him from lunging at us. He looked like he was going to puke.

"On your knees," Mr. Minnotti whispered to me.

"No!" My husband finally protested and the other men in the room laughed. A chill ran down my spine.

Dutifully, I lowered myself to my knees as Tony worked his shorts down. I stopped as I stared at his cock in awe. I'd never seen an erection that big before.

"I think she likes it," Tony laughed above me as he looked at his bodyguards. I reached for his cock and stroked my hands up and down the immense shaft.

"Go on Honey," one of the goons laughed. "The boss loves to get his knob polished."

Leaning in, I took the bulbous tip between my lips, and they stretched taut around it. His salty taste filled my senses as I worked him as far into my mouth as I could then wrapped both my hands around his shaft noting my fingers didn't touch as they did. Working him, I stroked him into my mouth as I moaned. The situation seemed a lot less unappealing suddenly as I fellated the biggest cock I'd ever seen.

I'd never been a size queen before but cuckolding my husband with the largest man I'd ever been with; the juices were flowing between my legs like a river. More aroused than I could ever remember being, I sucked another man's cock while my husband watched. A pair of strong hands guided my head as I worked his erection in and out of my mouth. Several minutes later, I was pulled back by my hair and the rough treatment made me even wetter.

"On the bed," Tony ordered me.

Following his command, I rose and turned to the bed only to be greeted by a hard slap on my bottom making me yelp in surprise, "That's a hell of an ass, ain't it Bob?" Tony chided my husband.

Bob merely blubbered pitifully as I presented my ass to another man.

Part 2

Climbing on the bed, Mr. Minnotti followed me, and strong hands guided me to stay on my hands and knees. He took his position behind me then shoved his large cock deep inside without even attempting to warm me up. It was needless with the copious nectar already drenching my sex. Gasping, I was filled completely and clawed at the bedding in front of me desperate for something to hold onto. His large cock inside me felt amazing.

"Fuck me," I pleaded as Tony took handfuls of my fleshy hips and started slamming his cock into me.

Grunting with each stroke, I was quickly working toward my first orgasm as the mobster fucked me from behind like I was his personal sex doll. It took me less than a minute to climax as I screamed and sang his praises. My husband watching us was long forgotten.

"She loves it," Tony leered over at our audience.

"It feels so fucking good!" I cried as Tony fucked me. "I'm so full! You're so big!" My cries triumphed sang his accolades as I was fucked like a whore with my husband and two other men watching. I was beyond caring. The cock ramming into me felt too incredible.

Several hard slaps landed on my ass as I was fucked. I yelped with surprise with each one and they only added to my ever-heightening orgasm. Being taken by Tony wasn't loving. It certainly wasn't tender. Rather, I was being fucked mercilessly and it was raw and carnal as I submitted myself to a man other than my husband as he was forced to watch. When my second orgasm hit me, I felt like I was being ripped in two.

"Oh, God!" I cried as I climaxed hugely and gripped the bedding in desperation.

When my third orgasm tore through me, my screams had risen to a steady wail loud enough that the neighbor's dog outside started barking. Somewhere during my being pleasured, Bob did, in fact, throw up on the floor in front of him.

Tony never let up his merciless onslaught inside my now aching cunt. His cockhead was probing places deep inside me that no man had ever touched before. I knew by the time Tony was finished, I would be too sore to move, and my poor cervix would be turned to mush. Still, his cock inside me felt too good and I never even dreamed of begging him to stop. Two more orgasms later, he finally took mercy on me and slowed his strokes.

"Bob needs to see you enjoying everything I give you," Tony told me as I panted like a bitch in heat struggling to recover. He was barely even breathing heavily after fucking me for a full half an hour.

"What?" How?" I asked him willing to do anything he asked of me.

He pulled out of my pulsing cunt, "Lay back Honey."

Obeying his command, I lay back watching him. Glancing at my husband, I saw the mess he had made between his feet on the carpet and knew that I'd make him clean it up. Tony's huge erection loomed over me coated slickly with my cum. Taking his cock in hand, he began jerking off over my face. I rose up on my elbows and ran my tongue around his slick cockhead moaning as I savored the taste of my own cum.

"That's it just like that," Tony told me as I flicked my tongue across his cockhole eager to make him feel as good as he had me.

"Yes," I moaned as his salty flavor intensified. "God yes."

A few moments later, Tony ejaculated thickly across my face. His hot semen trailed into my mouth, and I moaned as I ran my tongue through it.

"God, you taste so good," I panted as another stream erupted coating my cheeks and even the bridge of my nose. I was being painted thoroughly with his cum. As Tony finished on me, he set his cock in the mess he had left on me and I trailed my tongue around his gooey tip.

"Very good Trudy," he complimented. "You'll come to my place tomorrow night. Seven o'clock. Tonight, was just a warmup."

"Yes Tony," I moaned as I slurped his cockhead back into my lips determined to suck every last ounce of cum from him. Moaning, I looked up at him with his cock on my bottom lip. "Anything you say."

"Trudy?" Bob croaked from his place in the chair and two meaty paws clamped down tightly on his shoulders.

"Why don't you give my associates here a little relief as well," Tony ordered me as he smirked cruelly at my husband. Bob looked like he was going to be sick again.

With my face covered in Tony's semen, I nodded up at him then scooted off the bed. No longer caring that I was completely naked in front of three strangers, I knelt in front of Nikko and unfastened his trousers. Paulie took Bob by both shoulders to keep him from interfering as I took another man into my mouth a mere foot away from my husband.

While smaller than Tony, he was still much larger than Bob, and Nikko held my head like a vice as I sucked his cock like a whore. Knowing it wasn't a part of Bob's debt to Tony, I was relishing the attention of the men as I sucked Nikko off. A trail of saliva leaked from my lips to trail down with the now cooled semen dangling from my chin. A few minutes after I started the blowjob, I was rewarded with a stream of semen erupting into my throat as I pistoned my fist on his impressive cock. Moaning my approval as I swallowed deeply, I relinquished Nikko's cock then crawled toward Paulie. Nikko tucked his spent cock away.

"She's good Boss," he told Tony and I felt a wave of pride as I sat back up on my knees in front of the third man.

"Fuckin' eh. Old Bob here didn't know how good he had it," Tony laughed as I took Paulie's fat cock in my lips and they stretched tight around his immense girth.

"He does now," Paulie laughed, and Bob groaned as Nikko's large hand clamped on his shoulder.

Fat like a beer can, I struggled to get most of Paulie's bulbous cockhead between my lips. Resigning myself to just sucking his tip while swirling my tongue around his mushroom-shaped cockhead, I stroked him into my mouth with both hands. With my fingers not coming close to fitting around him, I was wondering what he would feel like stretching my tight little cunt instead of just jerking him off into my mouth. A few minutes later, I received a firehose-like stream of salty cum into the back of my throat and gagged before swallowing it all down.

"She is good," Paulie confirmed for the group as he finished in my mouth, and I swirled my tongue around his tip one last time then gave it a sultry kiss before smiling up at him.

Rising off the floor, I crossed back to the bed to sit next to Tony. Bob looked humiliated and defeated as he slumped in the chair.

"I'll send the limo and the boys here tomorrow night to pick you up."

"I'm looking forward to it," I replied with a sloppy cum coated smile as I glanced at Bob. He was looking at me in stunned miserable silence.

"Good." Tony leaned closer. "And Trudy?"

"Yes, Tony?"

"Rest up. I'm going to fuck you all night long." Gasping as I giggled, I knew he was telling the truth as he added, "And this big round ass of yours." He gave my bottom a squeeze that sent chills up my spine with anticipation.

"I'm looking forward to it," I smiled again at him as he stood.

Tony dressed leaving me still naked on the bed covered in cum with my husband looking forlorn and miserable. As the men left us, Tony turned back to me. "I bet this is the first time, you're glad you're married to a degenerate gambler like Bob here." He jerked a thumb at my husband.

"It is."

"You know—he's not the first guy to lose his wife to me over a debt but I guarantee that you'll love every second of it."

"I know I will Tony. I already have," I confirmed with a smile.

The men's cum on my face was cooling and turning slick as it began to run. I was beyond caring. I felt slutty and whorish and I wanted more of everything from Tony Minnotti; including his huge cock in my ass.

"Tomorrow night then," Tony told me before nodding to his men and they left.

I looked at Bob, who hadn't moved an inch as the mobsters left us. "Clean up the mess you made," I barked at him as I pointed at the vomit staining the rug between his feet. "I already had to clean up your other mess tonight." I stood up. "I got to get this cum off my face."

"Trudy?" Bob whined and I turned back to him.

"Shut up and do I as I say." I pointed a finger at him. "I may have done that for you but the next time I get fucked by Tony Minnotti it'll be for me. It felt fucking amazing being fucked by a real man for the first time. Now—clean that mess up."

Leaving Bob to obey my order, I headed into the bathroom to clean Tony's semen from my face. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I smiled to myself. The evening didn't turn out like I thought it would but it had turned out even better. I had received the fucking of a lifetime and there were plenty more nights of that to come. Knowing my degenerate husband, he'd be back in debt to Tony Minnotti before we knew it. In the meantime, I was going to more than enjoy paying off his current debt.

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My New Boss's Son Fucked My Wife by Casey Holt
http://www.medium.com/@casey-holt-erotica/my-new-bosss-son-fucked-my-wife-6d9f89c05a3d

"Who's that," Denise asked as she pointed across the crowded room.

The party at my boss's house was in full swing and most of my coworkers were there. Still new to the company, I wasn't sure as she pointed at the young man.

"Why?"

Then he turned sideways, and I noted why he had gotten my wife's attention. The bulge protruding from the front of his jeans was considerable. Slightly built, with lank dark hair that hung around his face. as we watched, he tucked it back behind his ear as he talked to Ashley, the woman who sat in the cublicle next to me.

"No reason," my wife lied as she made an attempt to tear her eyes away from the young man's oversized manhood obviously showing through his jeans.

"That's Dustin," someone commented at my shoulder and we both turned to see my coworker Darius grimacing at the young man. "He's home from college. Goes to State."

Not knowing Darius well, the only thing I knew about the guy was that his marriage was on the rocks. He looked at me sadly then moved away shaking his head. We watched his back disappear into the crowd until he stopped next to a stunning middle-aged black woman. Gorgeous didn't even begin to describe her as he took her hand and attempted to pull her toward the front door. She held back clearly enjoying the conversation she was in.

"That was strange," Denise commented before several more coworkers approached and started talking to me.

The conversation quickly turned to shop talk, and we were deeply involved in our discussion of the TPS reports when Denise tugged my arm and said she'd be right back. I nodded to her then went on with my conversation. It was sometime later that I noted that she hadn't returned.

Excusing myself, I went in search of my wife only to find no one had seen her or knew who she was. Finally, I headed upstairs toward the bedrooms. Checking a few smaller ones, I found them empty. At the end of the hall, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open then stopped dead in my tracks. Obviously, it was the master suite but what had gotten my attention was the couple in the middle of the expansive bed.

Dustin's small frame knelt behind my wife!

His slender lily-white ass was pumping furiously as Denise screamed his name. Stunned, I watched the scene unable to move. I'd never heard my wife scream that loud ever, especially during sex.

The cock flashing in and out of her drew my attention and my eyes widened. The kid was huge! His enormous cock pounded into my wife relentlessly as she gripped the sheets in front of her with a death grip. Under her, her breasts flailed back and forth as her nipples brushed the bedding with each pounding into her.

"Fuck! I can't believe it! You're huge!" My wife screamed. "Give it to me! I've never felt anything like it!"

I was both shocked, disgusted, and completely aroused as I watched my wife being fucked by a man much younger than me with a cock twice as large as mine. It was both arousing and emasculating at the same time.

"We have company Denise," Dustin told her and my wife's eyes cracked open as I swam into view.

"Oh, God. Tyler. I can explain." She moaned louder as her breasts crashed onto the bed as her arms gave out and Dustin pounded harder into her. "Oh, God! No, I can't!"

Behind her, Dustin was slamming his cock into her like a porn star.

Movement at my elbow caught my attention. It was Darius.

"Sorry man," he told me sadly. "Join the club."

"What?"

"He fucked Alexis," Darius told me glumly. "She said it was the best sex she ever had." I blinked at him then back at the huge cock filling my wife. As I turned back to Darius, my eyes drifted down to his crotch.

"But?"

"That's just a stereotype Man."

"Sorry."

Darius merely shrugged.

On the bed, Denise was screaming through another orgasm as she obviously was having the best sex of her life much like Darius's wife Alexis had had with Dustin. We both watched my wife being fucked as her fleshy ass moved in waves with each pounding of his hips against her. Alexis appeared behind Darius moments later.

"She's a lucky girl," she breathed, and Darius shot her a dirty look. "What? Sorry Honey."

Denise screamed, "Oh God! Give me that big eight-inch cock!"

"Nine," Alexis corrected, and Darius and I gawked at her. She shrugged at us. "What? I measured it."

"We're fucking leaving." Darius grabbed her hand and pulled his wife down the hall.

I turned my attention back to the amorous pair still going at it only to have someone else nudge up behind me.

"Damn it, Dustin!" My boss yelled in my ear. "Not again!"

"Sorry. Dad. She started it."

With dread, I turned toward Mr. Strothers. "I'm—I'm sorry—my wife—."

Denise screamed through another orgasm as Dustin never let up his drilling into her. Mr. Strothers held up a hand to silence me.

"It's not your fault. It's happened too many times to count. Employees. Employees wives. A teacher. Two of the neighbors. Hell, he's the reason for my divorce from my last wife, his stepmother. The kid's got a huge cock and apparently really knows how to lay pipe." My mouth dropped open at his confession. "Look Tyler. I'll make it up to you. How about a ten percent raise and a fifteen percent bonus to make this go away."

I looked at my wife getting the fucking of a lifetime then at my boss. Nodding, I agreed to his terms.

"Good. That's settled." He turned his attention to his son. "Dustin. Finish up in here. And Jesus—how many times have I told you—not on my bed."

"Sure Dad."

Mr. Strothers pulled the door shut behind him leaving me alone with his son, my wife, and his son's enormous cock plunging into my wife's once tight vagina.

"Denise?" I croaked but she didn't hear me. She was having yet another screaming orgasm.

"Just get in here dude. Give her your cock. She gives one hell of a blowjob and it'll keep her from screaming while I come."

It was information that I didn't need to know as I stepped to the bed and stripped off my pants. Leaving my shirt on to feel less dirty about the whole scene, I slid onto the bed in front of my wife and lodge her head in the vee between my legs. Denise glanced up at me as I settled into position. The look in her eye was pure lust as she took my throbbing cock in her mouth.

"Oh God," I moaned as I took her bobbing head in my hands.

With each forceful thrust into her, Denise's mouth engulfed my cock. Like Dustin had said, it muted her screams. My grip on her bobbing head tightened. The vibrations of her screams on my cock felt incredible.

"Come in her mouth dude."

"Tyler," I told him. "My name's Tyler."

"Just give her a mouthful. She'll swallow everything you give her. Trust me. They always do."

Knowing my wife, I corrected him. "No, she won't."

"Trust me, Dude. She will tonight. They all do when they're being shared like this."

The kid was starting to annoy me but my wife's lips working on my cock felt too good to argue. Holding her head in one hand, I grabbed the base of my cock. Unlike the young man fucking her, it wasn't going to take me long to finish.

As Denise screamed through another orgasm the vibrations they sent up and down my cock was too much. Groaning, I shot a stream of hot semen into the back of Denise's throat. To my shock, she swallowed every ounce I gave her and was eager for more. Behind her, Dustin picked up the pace of his fervent thrusting and as my orgasm subsided, he moaned as he released what seemed like a gallon of cum into my wife.

"Fuck yes," Denise breathed as she took me from her lips and another man spent his load inside her.

"I can't believe this is happening," I groaned as Denise plunged my cock back into her hungry lips. As Dustin had said, my wife had drunk down everything I had given her. It was the first time she had ever swallowed my cum.

"Believe it, Dude. You're fucking wife is hot."

"I know it," I replied glumly as my cock kept softening.

Like Darius, I had joined the club of employees whose wives had been fucked by the boss's son. The problem was that my membership was obviously going to continue as my wife breathed happily, "I can't wait to do that again."

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My Sister-in-Law Was Better at Oral Than My Wife by Casey Holt
http://www.myerotica.com/my-sister-in-law-was-better-at-oral-than-my-wife-8e656fe36c4a
I was the judge

"Sorry Jenny couldn't be here," I told Trish.

"It's not a problem. This is nice too."

"When the trip came up last minute, Jenny didn't have a choice and your tickets were already booked." I took another sip of wine and stared out at the sunset. My wife really was missing a great one, as well as the opportunity to visit with her sister.

"Totally understand. I just couldn't change my flight. It's still relaxing, maybe even more so without my sister and the kids around." She frowned. "Although it will be great to see them."

"They'll all be home tomorrow, and the madhouse will be back to normal." I smiled at her as I offered her a toast with our glasses.

Trish chuckled.

Changing the subject, I asked her, "How've you been since you and James broke up?"

She gave me a half-smile as she contemplated her answer. "Good. Great even. I wasn't even aware of the negative effect he was having on my life. It's quite freeing." Trish sighed. "There's just one thing."

"What's that?"

"God, I miss sucking his cock. Well—any cock. I just wanna suck cock," she told me firmly as she grinned over at me.

"That's the wine talking."

She held up her half-full glass and studied it. "It's my first one."

"Well, then it's not the wine talking," I laughed. "It can't be that hard to scratch that itch. You have a university where you live. Bars. Plenty of opportunities to find some random dude to mouth bang."

Trish burst out laughing. After she calmed herself, she countered, "And I don't know them or what they may be carrying. All I need in my mid-thirties is an STD." She studied me seriously for a moment. "Eric?"

"Yeah?"

"I wanna suck your cock."

It was my turn to laugh until I realized that she was dead serious. "And your sister?"

"I'm not going to fuck you. I just want to suck your cock. I'll take care of myself later after we go to bed."

"You sure about that?" I asked as I eyed her. She was as gorgeous as her sister, and where the conversation was going was totally wrong. Still, the thought of banging my sister-in-law was inviting and looked like a possibility.

"Totally. I may want to suck my brother-in-law's cock. But I'd never fuck him. A girl has to have some principles."

"I won't object either way," I told her.

"Didn't think you would. You're a guy." Trish stood up and offered me her hand. "Come on. Let's see what I'm working with here."

It didn't take me long to make that decision as I took her hand for her to lead me into the house. In the living room, she stopped me next to the couch and pushed me down onto it.

"And you're sure about this?" I asked her one last time.

"Absolutely."

She dropped to her knees between my legs and began fumbling at the front of my shorts. "Now for the thousand-dollar question." She slid my shorts down as I raised my hips and my cock flopped against my thigh. "Not bad." She took my hardening cock in hand and began stroking it. "Not enough for me to fear for my sister but certainly quite a mouthful."

To prove her point, Trish leaned down to engulf my half-hard cock with her full lips.

"Fuck," I groaned as I wound my fingers into her mop of hair and she began bobbing my cock in and out of her mouth. It was at that moment that I realized that she was better at giving head than her sister. My cock reached its full potential quickly. "You're good."

"I love doing it," Trish told me as she pulled me from her lips and reached for her shirt. She pulled it over her head and then unhooked her bra as I watched her in shock. Her breasts bounced free, perfect and unravaged by child-rearing. "There," she tossed her clothes aside. "Don't want to get any flotsam or jetsam on that."

Trish took my cock back in her hand and began stroking her fist on it.

"Aren't you going to swallow?"

"Does it look like I don't know what I'm doing?" she teased.

"You certainly do. That feels incredible."

"Then of course I'm going to swallow everything you give me."

Without another word, my cock was back in her mouth, and she was sucking it with a vengeance as she cupped my balls. As her lips worked further and further down my shaft, my grip on her head tightened. When her lips encircled the base of my cock, I moaned.

"Fuck. That feels so good."

In truth, no woman had ever deep-throated me before. With my cock slick with saliva, I watched Trish's head bobbing and working my cock into the back of her throat. She began sliding her lips fully up and down my cock with a steady rhythm. When she added her hand to her lips, I knew I was done.

"Mmhmm," she moaned as she tasted the saltiness of my precum intensifying and she hungrily worked her fist up and down my shaft, eager to milk the cum from me.

"I'm—coming. I'm—coming," I panted as I struggled in vain to hold my orgasm back. I felt my prostate buzz and contract as it released its load.

Groaning, thick ropes of cum rocketed up my cock to erupt in Trish's mouth as my entire body tensed and my hips bucked wildly. Trish moved with me as I climaxed, and I felt her tongue working under my shaft as she swallowed every ounce that I gave her. As I came, her full breasts rubbed against the insides of my thighs, heightening my orgasm. With a final shudder, I collapsed back on the couch completely spent.

Trish finally slowed her strokes on my cock until she pulled back with a smile and a dollop of cum on her lip. She licked it off with a grin as her fist continued to pump on my now softening cock. I was completely satisfied.

"That was incredible," I breathed.

"And quite a load. I need to have a talk with my sister about satisfying her man before she leaves him alone for the weekend."

"You suck cock better than her," I blurted out as Trish bounced to her feet then reached for her discarded clothes.

"I already know that." I eyed her curiously. "Her high school boyfriend and one of her college ones told me," she explained.

"You mean you—"

"Honey, I've been sucking cock a long time. That's why I'm good at it." She headed toward her bedroom, still topless.

"Trish?" I asked, stopping her.

"Yes?"

"What about you?"

She eyed my spent cock.

"I was going to rub one out in here by myself. Sucking your cock made me so horny." Her still glistening lips spread into a broad grin. "Or if you can get it up, you can take care of that for me. Or we can see if that tongue of yours is as impressive as your cock." She turned to walk into the bedroom and shot back at me over her shoulder, "Maybe I don't have principles after all. Get in here, brother-in-law."

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My Wife Was a Non-Practicing Size Queen by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/my-wife-was-a-non-practicing-size-queen-part-1-9850c95f7f1b

My Wife Was a Non-Practicing Size Queen Pt. 1

Three days into our trip to the resort, it had been amazing. Warm sun, sandy beaches, clear blue water; it had all been more than my wife and I had ever dreamed of. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it turned out to be much much more.

Eager to get the evening started, Taylor had gone down to the bar before me. However, when I ventured down to join her and saw her sitting at the bar talking with a handsome black guy, I did feel a wave of jealousy. That jealousy would turn to dismay a few moments later as I sidled up next to them.

"Who's your friend?" I asked my wife as I slipped an arm around her and stuck out my hand to the guy she was talking to. He was ruggedly built and incredibly handsome. A true Adonis, my fake smile faltered as he took my hand and I realized just who, in fact, he was. "You're Julio G—"

"I met Julio here when I sat down," Taylor beamed at me as I stared slack-jawed at her new friend.

Several conversations from throughout our marriage came flooding back to me. When my wife and I watched porn, she always gravitated to men with overly large cocks. Admittedly, her fascination came from the luck she had when she was younger in that every man she had been with was over eight inches long. During that time, she had developed a bit of a size queen fetish. Despite this or perhaps because of this, I knew she was in love with me when we married as I sported a more modest six inches. We always joked that she was a non-practicing size queen.

However, as I shook Julio's hand, I remembered how we always joked that if she should ever cross paths with Julio and what was widely known as the biggest cock in porn, she was free to do whatever she wanted to with him. It was on the condition that I was free to have a go at my favorite porn actress. Seeing how Misty Cummings wasn't there, I breathed a sigh of relief that maybe I'd have an out as nothing would be being reciprocated.

"I was just having a nice talk with your wife while I wait for mine. Bridgette should be right down." Julio beamed at me, and not only did he have a dazzling smile, but he seemed genuinely nice. He released my hand and I noted that my own wife was beaming from ear to ear clearly smitten with the good-looking companion she had found.

"Julio is so charming. After watching his movies for years, I just knew he would be," Taylor gushed.

"Well it's been a pleasure," he replied.

"I hope it can be," my wife gushed much to my embarrassment.

"Taylor!" I stopped her.

"It happens a lot," Julio confirmed.

"I'm sorry. My wife and I have always had a running joke that if she ever met you, she could sleep with you." His eyebrows arched up at her as I added my requirement. "As long as I got to sleep with Misty Cummings."

"You're in luck," a woman's velvety voice said next to me as she slid in beside Julio and draped an arm over his muscular shoulder.

"Misty Cummings," I gasped.

"Otherwise known as Bridgette outside of work," she beamed as she offered me her hand. It was a hand I had pictured so many times wrapping around my cock as I gawked at the gorgeous redhead.

"Work," I mumbled as she released my hand. I was in awe.

"It is just a job my friend," Julio chimed in. "It's an act. A performance."

"But your cock," Taylor sighed.

"Isn't CGI," Bridgette/Misty confirmed. "It's really that big."

"We always had a thing between us," my wife told them. "If we ever met you two, we were allowed to have sex with you."

"Well, you're in luck," Julio replied. "We're here on vacation but brought some video equipment to shoot some scenes in case we encountered some civilians that wanted to get in on the act, so to speak."

"Civilians?" I asked dumbly.

"People not in the porn biz."

"Ah." Excitement filled me at that possibility then I looked at my normally demure wife as she beamed at her porn crush. She was clearly getting into the idea and the idea that his huge cock would be buried inside her. An icy put grew in the pit of my stomach.

"Let's head up to our room," Bridgette said as she looped her arm in mine. "I need a break from that monster cock of his."

"A break," I whispered as Julio slid off his barstool and took Taylor's arm. We headed up toward their room.

Upstairs, I stopped by the large bed unsure of how to proceed. Julio came to my rescue as Bridgette began to undress.

"Take off your clothes. You can go first. Last as long as you can, and I'll get some footage."

The term 'footage' wasn't lost on me as I knew that his cock was, in fact, larger than a foot and dwarfed my own modest six inches. Still, I began stripping off my clothes as Bridgette disrobed before laying out across the bed. My cock was already hard and pulsing as I witnessed my porn crush waiting and ready for me to fuck her.

"Nice cock," Bridgette purred as I climbed on the bed toward her. "Very nice indeed." Coming from her, her compliment made me feel better as I lay next to her.

"Make me proud Honey," my wife encouraged me as I sprawled next to the beautiful woman. Taylor gave me two thumbs up.

Julio approached the bed, video camera in hand.

"Just make love. Ignore us and do what comes naturally." He raised the camera to his eye and the red light blinked on.

Looking over at Taylor, she nodded eagerly anticipating her time with Julio. Shrugging off the audience, I turned to Bridgette and began kissing her trying to push aside the fact that those luscious lips had been wrapped around a large number of cock knobs.

Her lips were soft and warm and as we kissed, she snaked a hand down to stroke my cock. A steady trail of precum leaked from the tip as she did, and I moaned into her mouth. Moving down, I sucked a hard red nipple into my mouth then worked over to suckle her other one as she cradled her head to me.

Lastly, I moved a hand down to work two fingers up inside her. It was like a dream come true. After a few moments and Julio moving around us as Taylor waited eagerly by the bed watching the show, I lay back as Bridgette kissed her way down to my cock.

Her lips engulfed my cockhead then worked farther down my shaft. Whatever she was doing with her tongue felt incredible. Her husband loomed in with the camera to catch a close-up. As she worked me deeper into her throat, I was moaning, and my hips were thrusting. It felt too incredible.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

"Oh no," Taylor gasped as she knew what was coming.

"Ughh… nghh," I moaned as cum rocketed up my cock.

With practiced skill, Bridgette pulled me from her lips at the last second as I blasted my load all over her face. She moved my tip over her face as she took my cock in hand to milk the semen from me. Slathering her smile with my hot semen, she moaned and played it up for the camera as her husband caught all the action. Finished, I melted back into the bed.

"Oh God, I can't believe that happened," I groaned.

"It happens Sweetie," Stephanie told me then turned to Taylor. "Honey, can you go get me a towel."

"What about you?" I asked her.

"I'll just get in with your wife and Julio. You can record it all."

"Okay," I replied as my face burned hot.

My poor performance had been humiliating but hadn't been the first time. Perhaps, I'd pick up some pointers from the trio that was about to take over.

My Wife Was a Non-Practicing Size Queen Pt. 2

"Okay. Let's switch out," Julio told me as I climbed off the bed, and he began taking off his clothes.

Then I remembered my wife's penchant for large, oversized cocks. Taylor was quickly doffing her clothes as Bridgette rejoined them.

"You have a great body," she told my wife.

"Thanks," she blushed.

By that time, Julio was naked and joined the ladies on the bed. His enormous cock flung wildly as he lay back and they sandwiched him. His cock loomed even larger than I expected as I gawked at it.

"Is it really fifteen inches?" I asked him.

"Well that's mostly marketing," he confirmed. "But thirteen or fourteen I can go with."

"And really girthy too," his wife confirmed.

My own wife was staring at him in awe and I was feeling nauseous. "Get all the action," Julio told me.

"Yes Sir."

Putting the camera to my eye, I focused in on my wife as she ran her lips up and down one side of his huge cock. Stephanie took the other as the two began alternating fellating his giant erection.

"Holy fuck," I whispered as I watched his cock grow to full size.

He was gigantic.

After several minutes, my wife came up for air flexing her mouth and I was surprised she hadn't gotten lockjaw from sucking him.

"Fuck he's huge." I'd never heard my wife use that kind of language before.

Julio lay her back and settled between her legs. Capturing all the action, I stood over the bed as my wife's tiny vagina was impaled by a cock that seemed too impossibly big to even fit inside her. It did however as he sank balls deep into her.

"Fuck I've missed this," she moaned as he bottomed out in her and then began thrusting.

Her first orgasm hit her like a freight train moments later as she cried out. Bridgette was lying next to her sucking Taylor's hard nipple, and I was again getting hard. Maybe I'd get my chance to fuck my porn crush after all.

Taylor screamed through several more orgasms as I watched the humongous cock filling her. Each orgasm coated his cock with her white cum and I watched in amazement as I roamed the camera over the threesome.

Julio maneuvered Taylor onto her hands and knees and as he thrust back into her from behind, Bridgette slid into place before my wife. In shock, I watched my wife plant her face in another woman's cunt and begin lapping at her. My hands were shaking with excitement as I watched something I never dreamed of watching.

"She's good," Bridgette sighed. "This isn't her first time."

"What?" I asked in disbelief but no one answered me.

Instead, the other woman creamy thighs encased my wife's head as her husband drilled my wife with an impossibly giant cock. The sheer size of his mammoth shaft was intimidating me as it filled her, and I again watched my wife scream through orgasm after orgasm.

As she climaxed, Taylor was satisfying Bridgette as the other woman squealed with delight. Either she was an exceptional actress or my wife clearly was talented with her oral skills. I made a mental note to ask her more questions about her college years.

After what seemed like an hour, my wife finally begged for mercy as she came up for air. Taylor moved aside to collapse on the bed as Julio lay over his wife and shoved his cock into her.

"He felt so amazing," my wife beamed into the camera before I panned it back to the other amorous couple.

Bridgette came three more times as Julio fucked her. There was no acting involved. The woman had real orgasm after real orgasm until she couldn't handle anymore.

"Time for a money shot," Julio told me as he eyed Taylor. "Come back over here Honey."

My wife moved toward him and he gently nudged her head down onto Stephanie's flat stomach. A few more pumps into his wife's swollen satisfied cunt and he pulled his massive cock from it to point at Taylor's face.

"Oh yeah," my wife crooned as Julio stroked his cock.

She was rewarded with a blast of hot white semen ejaculating all over her smile. She slurped some into her mouth with her tongue then opened wide as another jet blasted squarely into her smiling lips. I'd never seen my wife act the slutty like that before in my life.

"Holy shit," I whispered as I watched the venerable porn actor shoot his massive load on my wife's face and in her mouth.

Finally, he rested his heavy cock in the mess he had made on Taylor's smiling blushing face and turned to me. "Zoom in on this. I can get a still shot from it later."

"Okay." I did as he asked before he stopped me.

"Bro. The camera's not on."

"What?" Turning the camera around, I noted the red light was off.

"You didn't turn the camera on," he chastised me.

"I'm sorry."

Julio looked down at the women, one being my wife coated with his massive load, and shrugged. "I guess we'll just have to do this again in a little bit. We'll get the footage next time. I'll make sure of it."

"Next time?" I moaned remembering his cock impaling Taylor's cunt.

"Tonight," he confirmed.

"I'm game," my wife beamed up at him.

My erection again was raging despite having to film the trio together again.

"We better take care of that again," Bridgette told the group pointing at my cock.

"Fuck her ass," Julio told me as he climbed off the bed and took the camera from me.

"You mean it?"

He tossed a bottle of lube at me. "Go for it. Is that okay with you Honey?"

"Sure," Bridgette confirmed as she rolled on her stomach and thrust her ass in the air.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered as I climbed behind Bridgette with my wife still lying sprawled across the bed next to us.

"Make me proud Honey," Taylor told me again as I lubed my cock then probed it into Bridgette's ass.

Finding my mark, I drove it home.

"That's it. Give me that big cock," Bridgette moaned as I took her hips and began thrusting.

Julio moved around us to shoot over the top of Taylor. She idly reached up to play with his cock and I watched it respond. Again, it dwarfed her hand as it hardened.

"Oh no," I groaned as I thrust unable to hold back my orgasm.

"Not again," Taylor gasped as they all watched.

Before I could pull out, I filled Bridgette's ass with semen. Pumping furiously, I emptied my balls into her and then slumped over top of her. Julio snapped the camera screen shut.

"Don't quit your day job Buddy."

"I won't," I moaned with embarrassment. "I promise."

"But you," he addressed my wife. "You have quite the talent. I could use you in a couple of other videos. Would you like that?"

"Sure," she told him, and I registered the excitement in her voice as the color drained from my face.

"Awesome."

"W—what?" I finally gasped.

Julio ignored me. "Excellent. We'll go again to get some more footage of us tonight. Then tomorrow, the rest of the crew will be here."

"Crew?" I asked.

"Well yeah. Carl Hungous. Footlong McGraw."

"Oh, I love him," Taylor gushed. "He's huge."

"And such a Sweetie," Bridgette told her.

"Beer can Jimmy. Jawbreaker Jones," Julio went on.

"Oh my God. He's so thick," Taylor smiled. "I can't wait."

"Don't do anal with him," Bridgette told her.

"Noted," my wife smiled back at her.

"I have this idea for a gangbang scene. You'd be perfect with those guys."

I groaned inside as my heart sank.

"Sounds amazing," my wife replied clearly excited.

Julio turned to me. "Don't worry. We'll give you a job on set. Like as a grip or maybe a fluffer."

"Fluffer?"

"Julio explained, "They keep the guys hard on set." Bridgette and Julio chuckled. "You might have a talent for that. but you're wife's a natural as a porn actress."

"And clearly not a non-practicing size queen anymore," I replied glumly.

My wife was beaming from ear to ear about her new career and the massive cock that hung in front of us. While I watched, she leaned up to take his bulbous tip in her lips.

"Clearly she is an eager beaver," Bridgette told us grinning.

"Clearly. Just like that. Keep going," Julio coaxed Taylor on as he turned on the camera and handed it to me.

Our vacation had just gotten a little too all-inclusive for my taste but my wife was certainly getting into it.

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Now He Had All of Me by Casey Holt
http://www.myerotica.com/now-he-had-all-of-me-3b0da3a0709d
I gave myself to him.

"Too much to handle?"

Gasping as I curled my fingers into the sheet, I didn't answer Michael as he slowly pushed his cock inch by long inch into my ass. At forty-eight, I had finally lost my anal cherry.

We had been building up to it for months. By far the largest man I'd ever been with and the best lover, when I had finally agreed to giving him all of me, I knew that whatever he did to my body would be pleasurable. As his cock impaled me, I groaned my approval at the pleasure it was giving me.

"Fuck," I moaned before he pulled his considerable manhood back out then plunged it fully into me until his balls pressed against my sex.

"Rub your clit," he ordered as he took my ass in his hands and began pumping his cock into it.

Obeying, I snaked a hand between my legs and began swirling my fingers in my drenched slit. With my legs already weak from the orgasms he had given me when we made love, I was fully sated yet craving more as he devirginized my tight asshole.

As my fingertips found my clit, it wasn't going to take me long to climax again. Michael picked up the pace until he was fucking my ass with a vengeance. A hand landed hard on my hip, and I knew he was leaving a pink handprint written across it as he lunged forcefully into me.

"Whose ass is this now?" he hissed as he sodomized me.

"Yours," I panted as my orgasm built.

Higher and higher it continued to build as nerve endings that had never been touched before all fired at once and his cock reached depths in me never probed before. The strange sensations of pleasure and fullness filled me until they finally reached their pinnacle.

"Whose ass is this?" he asked again, landing another blow on my ass.

"Yours!" I cried followed by, "Oh my God!"

Climaxing hugely, I cried out and slammed back to meet his thrusts. In response, he leaned forward to wrap a hand around my throat as my orgasm subsided to a series of grunts while his cock continued to probe deep inside me.

It was true. My ass now belonged to him—along with the rest of me. No man had ever made me feel that incredible.

Michael never slowed his thrusts but rather increased their intensity. Playing with my clit was no longer an option as I gripped the bedding in front of me with desperation in an attempt to lessen the onslaught happening on my tender rectum. Another orgasm started soon after the first one died away.

"I'm—I'm coming—again!" I cried as it built. "Come with me!"

Behind me, Michael's grip on my ass tightened to the point I knew his fingertips were leaving bruises on my porcelain flesh even as his grip on my throat with his other hand tightened. His thrusts became more fervent; more violent. I was crying out as I came again. Inside me, his cock started throbbing and I knew he was getting close.

"I'm coming," he groaned.

"Please! Come in me! Fill my ass!"

His cock swelled impossibly thick. His considerable girth stretched my once tight ring open more than I ever thought it would. Suddenly, a hot gush of semen erupted deep inside me as I climaxed with Michael.

It seemed like our orgasms would never end as he filled my ass with cum and my entire body trembled beneath him. When he finally slowed his thrusts, he settled his weight fully on me and my legs slowly gave out. I slid to the bed extricating his huge cock from me leaving an aching void where it had once been. Face planted and spreadeagled on the bed, I worked to slow my breathing as he knelt over top of me.

"Who owns this ass now?" He rubbed my bruised backside lovingly.

"You have all of me," I panted into the bedding.

"Good. Now go home and tell your husband. I'll expect you back here tonight. Enough is enough. It's time to end it with him."

"Yes Sir," I moaned as I turned my head to feel the coolness of the sheet against my cheek and smiled up at him.

I knew Michael was right. It was time. No man had ever made me feel like he did, in or out of the bedroom. It was time to let my clueless husband know.

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Our Introduction to Swinging by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/our-introduction-to-swinging-part-1-db5b071aa9ae
Talking mywife into it was the hardest part; or so I thought

Part 1

Miranda pulled me closer with a smile as we followed Jeff and Salina up the sidewalk. The party was already in full swing as walked through the front door and I looked around the crowded room at the other guests. It didn't seem too out of the ordinary and not what I expected from a swinger's party.

A moment later, a naked brunette walked by and both Miranda's and my eyes followed the twitch of the woman's bare ass. My wife looked up at me and giggled. Now that was what we had been expecting.

When our friends had told us about their new group of friends and weekend activities, Miranda had been shocked, but I had been more than intrigued. Jeff had suggested that we attend a party with them to see if we could get into the "swing" of things, so to speak, and it had taken some convincing to get Miranda on board. As we stood in a stranger's living room eyeing the gorgeous naked brunette talking to a couple across the room, it was clear that my wife was starting to warm up to the idea of the hedonistic scene.

Jeff nudged my arm tearing our attention back to him then led our group into the kitchen to the makeshift bar on the island. We poured ourselves some drinks and as the alcohol hit me, I was starting to relax. Then I froze as a willowy blonde walked through the front door wearing a long raincoat.

"Holy shit," I muttered as I eyed the woman then turned my back to her. "Oh no."

"What?" Miranda asked me as she looked around me at the blonde.

Tall, lithe, and willowy, the woman was beautiful with delicate angular features and hard to miss. She was laughing at a comment someone had made as she placed a hand on the guy's arm.

"It can't be her?" I asked as I dared to look back at the blonde.

"Who?" Salina asked me as she looked back into the living room.

"That's Jillian," I whispered. "From Human Resources where I work." I turned back around to hide my face. "She can't see me here," I hissed.

Jeff laughed. "Jillian? God buddy. She's the nastiest freak in the group."

Turning back around to look at the blonde, my jaw dropped. "Jillian?"

"God yes," Salina spoke up wistfully. "She's been with every person here tonight. Including both of us."

"You guys? Both?" I asked in total shock. "Like all at once? Together?"

Salina laughed at my nativity. "Yes. At once. And alone. I've fucked her several times without Jeff." She sighed and told me wistfully, "That girl really knows how to eat pussy."

It was Miranda's turn to stare in shock at our friend. "You slept with her?"

"God did I ever. Actually—no—I fucked her," Salina replied. "I'm telling you, Jillian can really knows how to satisfy a woman." She leaned into Miranda clearly excited remembering her tryst with the HR lady from my work. "She even licked my butthole for what seemed like half an hour." She held up her hand seeing Miranda's shocked expression. "I swear. Fingered me and rubbed my clit while rimming me. I came like four times. I was a total mess and couldn't move by the time she was done."

"No—way," Miranda added dreamily as she looked back over at Jillian. It was clear my wife was contemplating what Salina had just described and the gears were turning in her mind. "She got right in there?"

"Indeed. Very much so," Salina added with a grin.

"It's not her," I shook my head not believing it. "It can't be."

As if on cue, Jillian took off her raincoat and handed it to the guy standing next to her to hang up. Underneath, she was only wearing a black lace teddy. With her pert breasts sitting on their underwire shelves, they were bare and stood out proudly as I gawked at her already hard pink nipples. Jillian turned around to give someone a kiss and I had a clear view of her bare ass with the thong back of the lingerie riding deep into the crevasse.

"Oh, that's Jillian all right," Jeff told me in my ear as I ogled my coworker's bare rear end. "She even goes ass to mouth," he added as we watched her.

Turning to him in disgust, I stared at him in disbelief before admonishing, "You never go ass to mouth."

"Jillian does," he sighed remembering. "She did it with me anyways. I pulled out of her ass. She flipped around and took my load in her mouth while sucking my cock balls deep."

The look of revulsion on my face made him laugh. "God no!" I exclaimed.

"Oh yes, Buddy," Jeff told me as he clapped me on the back. "It was fucking amazing."

"It happens," Salina shrugged. "Sometimes—in the heat of the moment. I've done it."

"You never do that," I corrected clearly repulsed. "You never go ass to mouth."

"It does happen in the heat of the moment sometimes," Miranda told us all and I turned to my wife in stunned silence as my jaw dropped.

"When have you—"

"Bobby Emerson," she told me blushing.

My mouth was moving but nothing was coming out as I stared in shock at my normally demure wife's confession that she had taken her college boyfriend in her mouth after he had fucked her in the ass. While Miranda and I have anal sex occasionally, it certainly wasn't a regular bedroom activity, and I couldn't believe what she had just confessed to. Then she held up two fingers as she grinned mischievously over at Salina.

"Twice." She winked at our friend.

Making a mental note to have a serious conversation with my wife about her previous, apparently undisclosed, sexual activities, I blurted out, "I thought you said you didn't remember anything about being with your past lovers."

"A few moments stand out," Miranda replied shrugging and I made a definite mental note to quiz her when we got home.

Salina interrupted us, "You cleaned everywhere, just like I told you, right?" She asked Miranda. "It can get pretty wild around here sometimes."

"Just as you said," my wife replied smiling, and I wondered what the girls were up to. "Inside and out. Plus, I'm fully shaved."

"The guys love that."

I was about to ask what they were talking about when Jillian grabbing my arm interrupted us.

"Mark? I'm so surprised to see you here," she gushed as she leaned in to hug me.

Her bare breasts crushed against my chest, and I could feel her pebble-like nipples poking me through my shirt. Despite my growing reservations for the evening, my cock started to respond.

"Jillian? I'm as shocked as you are. What are you doing here?" She looped her arm through mine and pulled me to her. I could feel the side of her soft breast warm against my arm and my cock hardened even more.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to get fucked." She turned to Miranda with a smile. "If you don't mind, I think I'll start the evening with Mark here. He's quite the stud at the office."

"I don't mind at all," Miranda told her grinning, and I again stared at my wife in disbelief as she handed me off to another woman. I had thought for sure she might be jealous when the time came.

"Excellent. I've been wondering what it would be like to fuck Mark for some time," Jillian told my wife as she again smiled at me and waggled her eyebrows.

"What?" I couldn't believe everything I was hearing.

"You men don't think you're the only ones that sit in meetings around the conference table putting you guys in the order that we'd like to fuck you? I know you guys do it with us ladies. Or maybe daydreaming of two of you good-looking studs bending me over the conference room table and fucking me until I can't walk?"

"I—uh—I—I had no idea."

Jillian began to pull me away. I turned back to Miranda, "Are you going to be okay without me?"

A tall incredible-looking guy came up at that moment and put his arm around my wife.

"Hey, I just noticed you. You're new here. Care to spend some time together tonight?"

He grinned down at her and I couldn't believe my wife's schoolgirl reaction to him. The guy was built like an NFL running back and the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. Miranda beamed up at him then looked back over at me.

"Oh, I think I'm in good hands, Mark."

"Very good hands," Salina added.

"Jeremy has an awesome big cock," Jillian told the group as she pulled me away.

Miranda and her new friend were already heading for a bedroom and Jillian was pulling pulled me toward another as I tried to push the image of my wife being fucked by a gorgeous beefcake-type guy. My wife and I were both about to jump feet first into the world of swinging and my plunge was going to be with the HR lady from my work.

Part 2

As I followed Jillian to one of the bedrooms, my mind was still trying to comprehend that what was about to happen was actually going to happen. Watching the sway of Jillian's hips and the twitch of her bare ass, the thong strap of the lingerie she was wearing was being eaten by her rear end. With my hand in hers, my cock was straining at the front of my jeans as she led us into a bedroom then closed the door behind us.

"I've been wanting to suck your cock for a long time," Jillian confessed as she wrapped her arms around me by the bed then kissed me.

Her lips were soft on mine and they only made my cock throb even harder as she reached for the front of my shirt and unbuttoned it. Pushing it off my shoulders, she stroked her long delicate fingers over the small patch of hair on my chest then kissed me again as she pressed her body against mine.

"So yummy," Jillian whispered as we parted and she bit her lip sexily.

My pants were next. Alone with the HR lady from work, I was in my shorts while she wore merely a thin covering of lace and I still couldn't believe it was happening. Jillian, the complete opposite from her personality at work, was the aggressor as she lay me back on the bed.

Kissing her again as she lay on top of me, I finally allowed my hands to wander over her body without fear that I'd be fired on Monday. With her tight round ass in my hands, I started to relax before an image of Miranda with the handsome dude I'd left her with pounded out of nowhere through my brain. Jillian sensed me tense.

"You need to relax," she whispered. "I know just the thing."

Before I could ask what that was, she slid down my body and hooked her fingers in the waistband of my underwear. Raising up, I helped her slide them down my legs. When she came back up to my pulsing cock, which was already leaking precum onto my stomach in a steady stream, she smiled up at me as she took it in her hand.

"I knew it," Jillian grinned up at me as she teased my tip with her tongue savoring my precum.

"Knew what?"

"That you had a big cock." Before I could reply, my cock was in her mouth and her lips were working down my shaft.

"Oh—oh God," I groaned as I wound my fingers into her mop of blonde hair and guided her on my cock as I gasped up at the ceiling.

She was good. In fact, Jillian was more than good. She was giving me one of the most incredible blowjobs of my life.

I wasn't sure what she was doing to my cock, but the pleasure radiating through me from her lips and tongue working on my cockhead sent chills pulsing through my every extremity. Fearing that I'd come too soon and it'd all be over, I finally stopped her as I pulled her off my cock by her hair.

"Wait—wait," I panted desperately. "You gotta stop a second."

"Too much for you?" Jillian smiled knowingly up at me as she swirled my tip with her tongue.

"Something like that."

"Then you're gonna love this."

Before I could stop her, my cock was back in her mouth and her lips worked fully down to the base of my shaft. As Jillian bobbed my cock into her throat, her tongue was lapping at my balls at the same time and she was making hollow gagging sounds as she deep throated me.

"Holy fuck," I groaned over and over for several minutes before pulling her back off my cock as my orgasm started again.

Jillian shook my hand off with a mischievous smile then worked her tongue down my cock to bathe my balls before she moved lower. With her delicate hand stroking my cock, she tongued my asshole, and strange new sensations pulsed through me.

"What the—?" I looked down and locked eyes with her as she rimmed me while jerking me off. "Oh—oh—my—God! Oh—my God!"

Jillian moaned as she plunged her tongue into my rectum while stroking me then slid her tongue back up my cock to give my tip a wet luscious kiss. She smiled up at me as she set my pulsing cock on my stomach before scooting off the bed. Her lingerie was deposited on the floor in a heap in seconds then she climbed back on the bed to straddle me.

"I can't believe this," I told her as she pointed my still wet cock up into her.

"I can. I've daydreamed about doing this with you for quite some time," Jillian moaned as she impaled herself on my cock.

Her cunt was a hot wet tunnel that enveloped my cock like a glove as she settled onto me then flinched. "My—you are a long one," she moaned as she began grinding her hips onto me.

Deep inside her, my cock was hitting something that was sending pleasure shooting through me again. Jillian hung her head back as she braced her hands on my chest and fucked me like I was a bucking bronco. Taking her pert breasts in my hands, I thumbed her nipples and she hung her head back and cried up to the ceiling.

"Fuck yes! That's it! Fuck me!"

Bucking up into her even harder, I was determined to drive my cock up into her throat as she bounced on me like a wild woman. Never in a million years would I have dreamed that the conservative coworker that wore reserved business suits would be fucking me like a complete whore after licking my butthole. Bouncing roughly on me, Jillian climaxed as she screamed up to the ceiling. She didn't stop after her first orgasm but increased the pace of her riding me.

"Fuck me Bitch," Jillian seethed down at me as she slapped me then began rocking her hips back and forth. I wondered then if even knew who my coworker was at all.

Taking her hips in my hands, I guided her as the pace of her fucking increased even more. The bed was shaking violently as the headboard slammed against the wall. Watching Jillian with stunned fascination, the look in her eye was almost demonic as she, in fact, fucked me like she was demon-possessed.

Surprised, that I hadn't busted my nut into her by that time, when she climaxed again, I was feeling like a king for giving her a second orgasm and my cock was starting to ache. Jillian finally slowed her hips rocking on me to collapse forward to pant into the crook of my neck.

"You're even better than I thought you'd be. Such an awesome cock," she breathed before pushing herself back up. She smiled sexily down at me as she ran her fingers through her blonde hair. "Get behind me."

"Okay," I nodded dumbly up at her as she climbed off me.

Part 3

When Jillian presented her ass to me, I was staring into the business end of my coworker's vagina and asshole, still not believing that it was all happening. Plunging back into her drenched hole, I took her ass in my hands and dug my fingers in determined to take over leading the action. Driving my cock roughly into her, Jillian was grunting with each long stroke and balling the comforter in her hands as I bottomed out in her.

"That's it—Just like that," she panted as I fucked her and she slammed herself back against me. "Harder. Fuck me harder."

Pounding my cock savagely into her, she climaxed again with my cock being buried deep inside her and I felt her cum spray down my thighs as she did. With my chest swelled with pride, I fucked my coworker with violent strokes as she climaxed several more times, and the bed shook violently as I pounded into her. By that time, she was panting into the comforter and slamming her ass back to meet my thrusts.

When she finally raised her face from the bedding, Jillian ordered me, "Fuck my ass."

Pulling out of her, I moved my tip up to her already slick tight hole. Her cum coated it completely and as I pressed my cockhead into her tight ring, I was surprised when my cockhead popped easily into her before it slid fully the rest of the way into her ass.

"You're fucking huge," Jillian breathed as my balls pressed against her sopping cunt and I almost came just from her accolades. "Fuck my ass," she ordered, and I began to feel that I was again no longer in charge.

Moving slowly at first, I began to pick up the pace as I filled her ass with my cock. In front of me, Jillian was panting into the comforter as I sodomized her and in my mind, I was repeating over and over again, "I'm fucking Jillian from HR in the ass. I'm fucking Jillian from HR in the ass."

It all seemed so surreal. Pounding harder into her, she was taking every inch of me like a porn star and as her moans grew to a steady wail, I was struggling to hold back my orgasm.

The door to the bedroom flying open startled me mid-thrust and I turned my head so fast that I got a kink in my neck as a guy filled the doorway watching us. Despite the audience, I kept driving my cock into Jillian.

"I thought I heard Jillian," he told us. "Hey, Babe? Can I go next?"

"Fuck yes!' Jillian screamed as I fucked her ass and I wasn't sure if she was replying to him or if it was the fact that she was having an anal orgasm.

"Cool," the guy replied as he started to close the door before telling me, "Don't leave her too fucking sloppy." He closed the door leaving us to finish.

"I can't fucking believe this," I muttered as I pounded my cock into Jillian's ass harder.

With her first anal orgasm behind her, Jillian was slamming her ass back to meet my thrusts. My fingers were digging into her hips and below my cock flashing in and out of her asshole, I spied her fingers swirling on her clit. It was all too much for me.

My orgasm began to build as I pounded even harder into her ass. With my balls slapping against her cunt and her fingers working between her legs, there was no way I was going to be able to hold back for much longer.

"I'm—I'm—coming," I groaned as Jillian climaxed again with my cock drilling deep in her ass.

My thrusts increased wildly, and I was bucking into her with violent lunges as her orgasm peaked with a scream then died away. As it did, she gasped back at me. "Don't come in me."

"You want me to come on you?" I asked through gritted teeth as I struggled to hold back until I got an answer.

"Tell me when you coming."

"Right—now," I groaned as semen began to shoot up my cock.

Jillian plunged forward off my cock then end for ended toward me. "Come in my mouth."

"What?! No?!" I cried even as I took my cock in hand and began jerking off. There was no stopping my orgasm by that point.

Jillian lay under me with her mouth open wide as my cum shot across her face then laced into her mouth. As I jerked off, her lips closed over the tip of my cock to accept every ounce that I had left to give her. Hot semen shot from my cock like a fire hose as Jillian moaned on my cock and I tried to push aside the fact that I had just been in her ass. With only my tip in her lips, I determined that it wasn't totally disgusting as I spent my load. Finally, she lay back giggling with my cum coating her lips and cheek.

"You taste great," Jillian told me as she sighed.

A minute later, as I still knelt above her with my soiled spent cock in hand, Jillian climbed off the bed and scooped up her discarded lingerie. "That was fun. I hope you'll come back so we can do that again sometime."

"Um—sure?"

"Awesome. Thanks for not coming in my ass." Jillian gave me a pouty smile. "There's a lot more cocks here to fuck tonight."

With that, Jillian was out the door leaving me alone with my soft cock still in my hand and my mind reeling. I couldn't believe I had just fucked my coworker. Moreover, she had just basically used me for sex then was out the door to look for the next guy to fuck her. Groaning, I sat on the bed replaying the entire scene in my head.

Cleaning my cock in the bathroom, I dressed then went in search of Miranda to see how her evening was going. Down the hallway, I was passing a closed door when it suddenly opened. Inside, several naked guys surrounded a bed as a hulking Hispanic man came out the door with the biggest cock I'd ever seen swaying between his legs. He was chatting with an incredibly built black guy with an equally impressive cock.

"I can't believe her! Where did she come from?" The Hispanic guy said to his friend.

"I know! She even took my whole cock in her ass. Even Jillian won't let me ass fuck her," the black guy responded and I glanced down again at their enormous cocks hanging pendulously between their legs. I was wondering what woman in her right mind would ever let their monstrous cocks in her ass.

"I still can't believe it," the first guy replied. "She even went ass to mouth with me."

"You were there. She did mine too. Swallowed everything I gave her after I fucked her ass," the black guy responded. I couldn't believe what the two were saying as they shut the door behind them and nodded to me. "She's even freakier than Jillian," he continued.

The two guys walked away, and curiosity got the best of me wondering who the woman was that not only took both their enormous cocks in her ass but had then sucked them off afterward. Pushing the door open, I stepped in then closed it behind me wondering if I could get in on the action to fuck the freakiest chick at the party. From the crowd of men around the bed, they were obviously still in the middle of a gangbang. Elbowing my way through them, I stopped dead.

On the bed, with a guy fucking her familiar round ass while another cock pounded into her mouth with the owner of it holding her head like a vice, was my beautiful wife. Miranda was the woman that was even more of a freak than Jillian and I stood there watching still not believing my eyes. As I did, the two guys fucking my wife turned her around and to my horror, Miranda took the cock that had just been in her ass into her mouth.

"No fucking way," I whispered as I watched with stunned fascination and oddly enough without being repulsed or jealous.

"I know," a naked guy with an impressive erection standing next to me replied. "I'm waiting to get my turn with her." He looked around the room at the throng of men waiting to fuck my wife. "I heard she came here tonight with her husband. The lucky bastard. She's one hell of a fuck. Total freak. Even more than Jillian. She's gone ass to mouth like five times already."

"Total freak," another guy parrotted never taking his eyes off my wife getting fucked in both ends.

"Yeah," I whispered in a daze as I watched my wife fucking two strangers. "Total freak."

"Do you know her husband?" One of the guys asked.

"I'm her husband," I muttered as watched the scene playing out in front of me with fascination. Miranda's muffled screams filled the room as she climaxed.

"You fucking luck bastard," the first guy clapped me on the back as I neer stopped watching my wife being gangbanged.

The guy in her mouth finished with a groan as he came and his cum overflowed to leak from her lips. The guy in her ass pulled out and shot his load up her spine and all over her ass as Miranda cooed then rubbed her ass against his balls. When the men stepped off the bed, two more guys climbed on to take their places fucking her.

I didn't feel lucky at that moment but oddly aroused. I was determined to ask my wife a whole series of questions when we got home that night. Starting with, how come she had never gone ass to mouth with me. However, that would wait. The night was still young.

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Our New Neighbor's Son Seduced My Wife by Casey Holt
http://www.medium.com/@casey-holt-erotica
but It didn’t take much

Part 1

Half asleep, I slid my hand across the bed only to find my wife's side cold and empty. Raising up on my elbows, I looked around the darkened room to discover her standing in front of the window that overlooks our backyard. Wearing only a t-shirt, I caught a glimpse of her plump backside peeking at me from underneath the hem of the shirt.

"What's wrong?" I asked her wiping the sleep from my eyes.

She turned around briefly acknowledging that I was awake. "Oh—just looking out at the stars and the bright moon." Misty was right. The moon was bright as it streamed through the window silhouetting her. "And watching our neighbor getting his cock sucked by two women in a hot tub." She paused then added, "His really huge cock."

"What?" I was out of bed and by her side within seconds. She was right. Our new neighbor was on the edge of the hot tub with two naked women kneeling before him sucking his overly large manhood. "Holy shit. I'm getting my binoculars."

"Pervert," Misty shot at me as I bolted from the room. She called after me, "Plus, you don't need binoculars to make out the fact that that is the biggest cock I've ever seen."

Back beside her, I trained the lenses on our neighbor and the two gorgeous women working on him. Their ebony backsides rippled the water gracefully as they moved. Two sets of luscious lips alternated slurping his cock then running their tongues up and down the longest, thickest, blackest erection I'd ever seen outside of porn.

"Is Leah one of the girls?" Misty asked me as I watched the spectacle with my mouth open.

"I hope not," I replied. "It's not Michael. It's Jamal. Michael and Leah's son."

Misty grabbed the binoculars from me. "You're kidding." Her lips parted as she watched the three lovers. "Oh—Oh my God. It is. His cock—is huge. Is he eighteen?"

I grabbed the binoculars back. "Why? Thinking about giving that horse cock a ride?"

"No," Misty replied but her answer sounded weak.

The three climbed out of the hot tub and I swore I saw Michael smirk up at our window before he led the two naked gorgeous women into the house. His long erection swayed in front of him like a metronome with each step he took.

"They went inside."

"Darn it," Misty breathed wistfully. "That looked incredible."

"Let's get back to bed." Taking her hand, I led her back to the bed for us to climb under the covers. Misty initiated sex before we fell back asleep leaving me pretty sure she was picturing Michaels' oversized cock ramming into her.

The next evening when I came home, Misty wasn't anywhere to be found. Calling for her, I searched through the downstairs of the house only to have her answer me from the backyard.

"Out here," she called and as I stepped through the French doors onto the patio, I spied her at the privacy fence talking to someone.

Crossing the yard, I noted her tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear in clear flirtatious mode and her plump ass peeking at me through her short shorts. It was obvious what she was up to and I was right. As I stopped next to her, I saw that she was talking to Michael as he lounged again in the hot tub.

"Michael wanted to know if we enjoyed the show last night," Misty told me as I put my hands on the top of the fence and took in the sight of the young man's hard bare chest sticking out of the water.

"Uh—you noticed us?"

"Too bad my room's on the other side of the house. You could have caught the last act," he replied cockily and I thought how he certainly had the cock to back up his swagger.

Looking at my wife, I noted she was totally smitten with the young man, and I knew why.

"Michael's parents are gone for the week," she told me.

"Oh? Home alone?"

"Something like that," he replied.

"Who were the girls?" I asked.

"Just a couple of girls from school. Didn't amount to much. They were kind of scared of my fucking them, so we just did some oral—a whole lot of oral," he grinned at Misty, and I noted her blush. Clearly, he was coming onto my wife right in front of me.

"Maybe that's a good thing," I told him. Turning to Misty, I told her. "Come on. How about dinner?" She didn't budge.

"Michael has a ten-inch cock," she told me instead. "A true ten-inch really thick cock." My wife had gone from smitten to total lust over the young man.

"And he's underage. Come on."

"I'm eighteen," Michael spoke up correcting me. "And I prefer older women. They can handle my cock better."

"Really?" I asked suddenly intrigued. It was becoming obvious the kid was more experienced than I was on top of being a lot better hung.

"That's one of the reasons we moved here. There was a—" he chuckled, "an incident at my last school involving a couple of the teachers."

"Teachers? Couple? As in plural?" I asked incredulously.

"At the same time," he winked at Misty, and she blushed even deeper. "That and a couple of the housewives in our neighborhood."

"Are you trying to fuck my wife?" I asked him point-blank.

"From the look on her face, there won't be much trying."

He was right. I knew my wife well enough to know when she was worked up and wanted to fuck. She looked ready to launch herself over the fence onto his cock.

"Do you?" I asked her.

"God yes," she breathed before turning to me. "You always said you fantasized about watching me with a black guy."

"But I never thought it would happen," I whined.

"Oh, it can," Michael told us as he stood up. His cock hung between his legs like a thick dark third leg reaching halfway down to his knees. "And it will."

"Holy shit," I whispered.

"Oh yes," Misty added, and I knew it was a lost cause.

"You can watch," he told me and I merely nodded knowing there wasn't much I could do to stop what was about to happen.

My wife would obviously fuck him behind my back if given a chance. I might as well supervise the entire spectacle. Having never been cuckolded, I wasn't sure how I would react.

"We can fuck her together," I finally told the pair.

Two fantasies at once," Misty gushed never taking her eyes off Michael's cock that was thickening even as we talked.

"Our bedroom," I finally croaked out as he reached for a towel to thankfully cover himself with. His cock was more than intimidating and I wanted the home bedroom advantage.

Leading the way, we headed toward our marital bed and the inevitable change to our marriage that I knew was about to happen.

Part 2

Upstairs, Misty wasted no time launching herself at Michael and kissing him. It was hard watching his hands roam over her body and her react to his touch. I contented myself with turning my back as I undressed. Hearing clothes being deposited on the floor, I turned back around as I stepped out of my pants to see her in bra and panties and his hard chest bared.

Without an ounce of body fat, the young man could have been a model. He expertly unclasped her bra and pulled it from her. Dark hands swarmed over my wife's milky breasts and her bottom was wriggling seductively in her panties as she enjoyed his touch. Seconds later, he peeled down her panties and my wife dropped to her knees to tug the towel away from him.

With all three of us naked, I looked down at my smaller erection already leaking a trail of precum to the floor as Misty hefted his ebony cock in her hands.

"It's so heavy," she breathed completing my humiliation before she wrapped her lips around the bulbous tip. They stretched impossibly taut around his thick girth as she began working him in and out of her mouth.

"Get in here," Michael ordered taking charge of the situation and numbly I stepped toward the couple and noted the size and contrast of my cock with his. He was enormous.

Misty popped his cockhead from her mouth and turned to me. Smiling up at me, she engulfed my cock with her lips as I groaned. Stroking Michael's huge cock while she sucked mine, I noted her hand didn't even fit around his considerable girth. When she added her hand to my shaft and started stroking me into her mouth, it was all over.

"God—no," I groaned as I came thickly into my wife's mouth and felt her swallow down my load.

"Already dude? I thought an old guy like you would have more staying power," Michael commented as I finished coming in Misty's mouth while she moaned her approval at my taste.

At that moment, she was in full-on slut mode.

"I'm only thirty-six," I whined as I finished, and my wife slurped the last of my cum from my cockhead with her tongue.

"Old to me."

Michael helped Misty off the floor and led her to the bed as I watched helplessly with my cock starting to soften. His looked like a hard thick tree limb as he climbed on top of my wife and probed into her wetness.

"You're huge," my wife breathed as another man entered her for the first time in years. "God, it hurts but feels so good,"

In a daze, I sat on the edge of the bed as Michael began thrusting his humongous cock into my wife. Mesmerized, I watched his rock-hard ebony ass pumping as he began slamming his cock into Misty. It took him mere minutes to make her climax for the first time while she screamed accolades about how good his huge cock felt filling her. I was humiliated.

After making her come twice more, He rolled her over to face me and I had a birds-eye view of the cleft of her plump ass as her hips moved in waves with each forceful thrust. They punctuated her screams.

"He's—fucking—huge—don't—stop—fucking—me—I'm—coming—again—don't—stop—fuck—yes—Michael—I'm—so—full—" Her praise for him went on and on as I sat sullenly watching her climax over and over again until she finally begged him for mercy. "I—can't—take—any—more!"

"Your pussy can't but I know your ass can," Michael replied as he slowed his thrusts and grinned wickedly at me with a wink.

"No!" I cried. "You won't fit!"

"It'll fit," he told me confidently. "It'll hurt but it'll fit."

"No!" I cried again.

"Fuck my ass with that big black dick!" My wife screamed and Michael pulled out to move his mushroom-shaped cockhead upward.

Unable to look away, I raised up to watch him push his enormous member into my wife's tight asshole knowing it was never going to be the same again. Misty groaned loudly as she was entered and my eyes were huge as she accepted most of his immense cock into her ass.

"Fuck my ass," she repeated through clenched teeth.

"I'll be quick," Michael reassured her as he dug his fingers into her fleshy hips and began fucking her asshole.

Misty's moans turned to screams then to a steady wail as she was sodomized by the biggest cock either of us had ever seen.

"Good thing my parents aren't home to hear this," he commented reminding me that he was, in fact, barely legal. "Fuck her mouth. Your dick's hard again," he told me and I looked down to see that he was correct. I hadn't even noticed.

Stunned, I moved into position in front of my wife while her ass was fucked by a huge cock. Taking her head in my hands, I watched as if hypnotized as a huge cock slid in and out of my wife's once-tight rectum and stretched painfully around his incredible girth.

As Michael picked up the pace, he was slamming Misty's lips down around the base of my cock and her muffled screams were exciting me again. As his fingers tightened their grip on my wife's ass, we were both coming with her as her strangled cries filled the room.

"I'm gonna bust my nut," Michael announced.

"Fuck yes!" I cried with him as I again came thickly into Misty's throat and she screamed as she climaxed with us.

White streaks appeared along the length of his long shaft as each stroke pulled his cum from her ass. I slumped over top of Misty as my orgasm finished and stared directly down at Michael's cock impaling her ass as he recovered from his own orgasm.

"You gotta pull out," she begged finally as she released the suction from my cock, and I watched in horror as the impossible length of his ebony cock pulled from my wife's ass before she collapsed onto the bed between us. Stunned, I watched her ass flex as she dry-humped the bed in post-orgasmic bliss.

"How long are your parents gone?" Misty asked with her face planted into the bedding.

"Five more days," Michael replied with a grin as he settled himself on the bed next to her. "Why? Want more?"

"God do I ever," my wife replied dreamily.

He looked up at where I still knelt on the bed with my spent cock hanging between my stubbly thighs.

"You know, those girls from last night are eighteen?" He asked me.

"So?"

"If you can work on your game for lasting longer, they'd like a normal-sized cock like yours. I'll bring them over tomorrow night for you to fuck."

"Really?" I asked him in shock.

"Totally. If your wife doesn't mind you fucking two hot barely legal girls," he laughed.

"No," Misty replied exhausted not lifting her face from the bedding. "Not if you fuck me again Michael."

"It's a date then," he replied.

"God my ass is sore," Misty groaned as she rolled over and Michael took a handful of her full breast. "No anal tomorrow night though."

"We'll see if we can teach you to deepthroat instead," he laughed as he lay out next to her and his soft cock flopped heavily over his thigh. "And you," he looked up at me. "Don't bust your nut so soon with the girls."

"I won't," I told them both hoping I was right. "I mean—I'll try."

Again, I hoped I was right.

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Our Trip to the Breeding Clinic by Casey Holt
http://www.medium.com/@casey-holt-erotica/our-trip-to-the-breeding-clinic-part-1-95b1bde74a17

Part 1

"Are you sure about this?"

"Why?" Emily looked up at me curiously.

We had been trying to conceive for years and after trying several different fertility clinics, with no success, we decided to try a clinic that our friend Beth had recommended.

"I don't know. This place seems different than the others."

"Beth highly recommended it," Emily told me as she went back to studying the book of donors that she had been perusing.

Occasionally, she made excited exclamations as several of the men seemed to jump off the page at her. Stabbing at their photos, she pointed them out to me both for their incredible looks and their impressive stats such as IQ and education.

"Well look," I shifted toward her with the clipboard of paperwork I had been filling out. "It says 'breeding clinic' on this paperwork not 'fertility clinic'. And they gave you a book with pictures in it. I thought sperm donors were anonymous."

"I don't know. Beth just said it was a great experience. And her and Roger ended up with little Jack. He's so adorable."

"And he doesn't look a thing like Roger," I stated. It was true. Our friend's son looked nothing like either one of them.

"Still. It's our last hope. Your sperm has no mobility, and the count is so low."

"Don't remind me," I groused.

Our discussion was interrupted as the door opened, and the doctor came in trailed by two nurses. Looking up, I noted that both the doctor and the male nurse right behind him were incredibly handsome. The female nurse following them was also gorgeous. On a scale of one to ten, she was an eleven.

"All right Emily. Are you ready for this?" The doctor smiled broadly at her.

"I am Doctor Charles."

My wife gave him a dazzling smile that she had once reserved just for me. Our relationship had been suffering due to my shortcomings in the baby-making department. Clearly, she was smitten with her attending physician.

"Good. They'll be right in with everything to get you set up."

"I have some questions," I spoke up.

"Of course. Fire away." He offered me his hand to put me at ease. It didn't work.

"Why does all your paperwork say breeding clinic?"

"Because that's what we are." His ebony face split into a wide smile that made him even more handsome. It didn't make me feel any better.

"Not fertility?"

"By the time they get to us, our patients have exhausted all other avenues. As in your case Travis. Your sperm count is so low. Of course, we can have Jeanine check it again while we're here and Emily is being bred."

"Bred?"

Next to us, Nurse Jeanine was talking to Emily, and I heard her comment, "Those are all great choices. Their features and the blonde hair match your husbands perfectly. Plus," she winked at my wife, "They are all very well endowed."

My mouth dropped open hearing her last comment but before I could ask what she meant, the door opened, and a technician wheeled in a strange-looking contraption. With a high leather padded center, there was a lower padded rail on either side of it. Leather straps hung from all three of the rails and I eyed it curiously as the technician stopped it in the center of the room and locked the wheels.

"I'll give the men a call. They are all on standby, clean, and ready at a moment's notice. We keep them on rotation, so they haven't had any sexual activity in at least two weeks. You're going to enjoy every second of this." Nurse Jeanine pushed a lock of chestnut hair back behind her ear clearly excited for my wife.

"I can't wait."

"Now just wait a moment," I protested. "What is that?" I asked pointing at the strange table/bench thing.

"The breeding bench," Doctor Charles explained patiently. "Emily will be strapped to it for the men to breed her."

"As in fuck her?" My voice rose an octave.

"We prefer to inseminate the old-fashioned way. There's no risk that way except for the receiver becoming hyper-sexualized."

"Why would she do that?" I asked him as I crossed my arms in defiance.

Emily sat smiling next to me clearly eager for what they had in store for her.

"Your wife has chosen four men to try to impregnate her. Sometimes, that much sexual activity—well—can drive her over the edge." He smiled at me. "You're welcome to watch and supervise the procedure."

"You're damn right I will." I turned to Emily. "Are you sure you want this?"

"God yes," she gushed with a smile then smiled up at the incredibly handsome Doctor Charles. "Can we get started?"

"Of course." The door opened behind him and a tall Nordic-looking man stepped in wrapped in a plush robe. "Ah good. Right on time. Emily this is Lars. Your first pick."

"Pleased to meet you," he told my wife in a heavy accent.

"Let's get little Emily up on the table," Doctor Charles told the small room and I then noted just how crowded it was.

With two nurses, the doctor, my wife and I, and the gorgeous Lars, the room was packed. Despite that, my petite wife stood then sloughed off the hospital gown she was wearing to stand naked before us all. She was beaming from ear to ear as she took Doctor Charles's proffered hand and he helped her onto the breeding bench.

"I can't fucking believe this," I moaned.

"Language," the male nurse chastised me. "We are providing a professional service here."

His name tag read Richard and I was already starting to dislike him despite his handsome face. Given what was about to happen, my eyes drifted down to his own crotch and the ebony monster that I just knew was hidden behind his loose scrubs.

"Sorry," I muttered as Emily was helped onto the bench.

With her torso aligned on the upper rail, her legs and arms rested on the lower ones. A strap was looped around her waist cinching her to the bench and others were affixed to her extremities trapping her in place.

"Is that necessary?" I pleaded.

"Yes. We want to make sure the sperm is injected deep into her," Doctor Charles told me.

As he spoke, Lars was stripping off his robe to hang it on the back of the door. His muscular backside was like two hard rocks and there wasn't an ounce of body fat on him. As he turned around toward Emily and her presented derriere, I caught sight of his huge cock. It was mammoth.

"He's huge," I breathed in shock.

"God I hope so," my beautiful wife sighed and I stared at her in shock as Nurse Jeanine adjusted Emily's chestnut ponytail back behind her to get it out of her face.

Lars was stroking his massive cock getting it to full size. It grew impossibly bigger. He began slapping it on my wife's ass to make it harder. She squirmed with anticipation as best she could being bound to the breeding bench.

"Emily? Are you sure about this?" I asked her with my voice cracking.

"Completely."

"Good," Doctor Charles confirmed. "Lars. She's all yours."

Nurse Jeanine sidled over to me.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "He's huge. But quick. Emily should have an orgasm though. The sheer size of his girth will guarantee it."

I stared up at her in disbelief ignoring the scene before us. Only when my wife groaned did I turn my attention back to the man that was sliding his monstrous cock into her.

"He's so big," Emily moaned as she was impaled. I thought then she'd call the whole thing off. Until she added, "God I've missed getting fucked by a huge cock."

"What?!" I asked incredulously but wasn't answered as Lars dug his fingers into my wife's round hips and began thrusting.

Her moans instantly turned to cries as Lars pounded his cock into her. Emily was rocked on the bench, and it creaked and groaned as his enormous cock was slammed into my wife's once-tight pussy. I sat moaning as I watched the display as a much larger man satisfied my wife.

Like Nurse Jeanine had said, it didn't take Lars long to finish. He moaned loudly and I watched his knuckles turn white as he dug his fingers deeper into the fleshy globes of my wife's ass. Emily screamed as she climaxed with him, and I knew he was flooding her womb with what seemed like a gallon of semen. As he finished, Lars slumped over Emily to catch his breath. Finally, he pulled his spent cock from deep inside her.

"That was amazing," Emily sighed contently as she rested over the breeding bench.

I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Thank you, Lars," Doctor Charles told my wife's lover as he reached for his robe. "Can you send Hans in?"

"Sure thing Doc." He turned to Emily where she still lay gasping naked and freshly fucked over the breeding bench on full display and trying to recover from her orgasm. "You were great."

"God, you were too," Emily sighed back at him.

Lars stepped out of the room and a second later, another ripped blonde man entered. He immediately stripped off his robe after appraising my wife's exposed backside.

"You're up Hans," Doctor Charles told him.

My jaw dropped as I saw that he was as well hung as the first man. Emily's tight cunt was going to take a deep pounding by the time the day was finished. Groaning, I sat back in my chair unable to watch as I covered my face with my hand.

"Nurse Jeanine? Can you take Travis out? He looks ill. This might be a good time to re-check his sperm count."

"Sure Doctor." She grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.

Part 2

As Nurse Jeanine led me toward the door, I caught sight of my wife's swollen excited sex completely coated with her juices and leaking another man's semen from her plump slit. Hans took his position behind Emily blocking my view as I was led from the room. Outside, two more incredibly handsome blonde men leaned against the wall waiting their turn to fuck my wife.

"This way," Nurse Jeanine told me as she led me into the next room as I stared at the men.

Through the wall, I heard Emily start to moan them wail as she sang Hans praises as his huge cock was pummeling her cunt. I felt nauseous.

"Now let's get these trousers down," Nurse Jeanine told me as she fumbled with my zipper.

"How am I supposed to perform with that going on with my wife right next door?" I whined.

"Don't you worry about that," she told me as she stripped off her scrubs top greeting me with the sight of the most perfect pair of large firm breasts I'd ever seen. Capped with hard red nipples they stared proudly back at me. Her pants were next and in a blink of an eye, Nurse Jackie stood before me wearing only a thong with the thing strap buried deep in her muscular ass. My cock began to respond even as I listened to my wife being pleasured immensely through the wall.

"Now you take this," she handed me a cup. "And I'll do the rest. At the end, point your erection into the cup to catch your load. Got it?"

"Load?"

"Semen."

"Yes," I told her as I eyed her voluptuous body as she knelt in front of me. "This isn't how the other place did it. I had to—um—express it myself."

"This is more effective to give a larger sample," she told me as she adjusted herself on her knees then reached for a bottle of lube.

"What's that for?"

"You're prostate."

Nurse Jeanine's answer seemed simple enough and I was beyond caring as she wrapped her full lips around my cock and began sucking me. Pleasure radiated through me as I wound my fingers into her mop of chestnut hair and began thrusting my hips. Next door, Emily had a huge screaming orgasm then the room went silent. In my exam room, Nurse Jeanine was sucking my cock like a pro and it wasn't going to take me long to finish. Then a lubed finger slid over my tight puckered asshole.

"What the—" A second later, it was pushed slowly into my rectum. "Holy fuck!"

Next door, Emily began crying out again as I pictured yet another huge cock slamming into her. Nurse Jeanine was on her knees sucking my cock while she probed a finger deep into me until she reached my prostate and my grip on her head tightened. Intense pleasure shot through me to my every extremity as I bucked my hips wildly forcing my cock deeper into her throat.

"Oh—my—fucking—God!" I screamed as my orgasm started to build and her finger pressed upward in a tapping motion on my prostate.

Nurse Jack pulled me from her glistening lips as she kept up her fist constantly pumping on my cock. "Don't forget the cup. Ejaculate in the cup."

Her wonderful finger never stopped working my prostate.

"Yes!" I cried as my orgasm rocketed up my cock.

With great effort, I held the cup around the tip of my cock as her hand pumped up and down my shaft while her finger probed my ass with a vengeance. My entire body constricted as I started to climax, and I cried out and held her head to steady myself as my other hand shook holding the cup to catch my semen.

The sheer volume of it that exploded from me was intense and I began to worry as I came that I'd overflow the cup. Finishing with a groan, I slumped backward completely exhausted as Nurse Jeanine stopped jerking me off and took the cup filled with my hot white essence. I flinched as her finger was pulled from my now-tingling asshole.

"That was a lot. Glad that didn't go in my mouth. I don't think I'd have swallowed it all," she smiled up at me as she bounced up off the floor and I watched her perfect breasts jiggle. "You better go check on your wife. I'll get this tested."

She held up the cup full of my semen and gave it a swirl. For a minute, I thought she was going to take a sip before she turned to the microscope on the counter giving me a view of her round ass with the thong buried in it in all its perfect glory.

Fastening my pants again, I stepped into the hallway and thankfully found it empty. From next door, I heard Emily's muffled screams and guessed that the last man was finishing with her. With my hand hesitating on the doorknob, I couldn't bring myself to step back into the room but finally did. The sight that greeted me was not what I was expecting.

Emily was still fastened to the breeding bench, but the room was now empty except for Doctor Charles and Nurse Richard. My jaw hit the floor as I watched the doctor's muscular mocha-colored ass pumping as he drove his huge cock into my wife's asshole.

In front of her, Nurse Richard had Emily's head in his hands like a vice as he drove his huge black cock into her hungry mouth. She was screaming as she climaxed again and again. The cock filling her rectum looked painful and I couldn't believe that she was taking every long inch of him into her tight asshole.

"Emily?" I croaked.

"Good your back. We're just finishing up," Doctor Charles shot to me over his shoulder.

Nurse Richard groaned as he fucked my wife's mouth and his face screwed into a tight mask. As I watched in shock, a flood of white semen began to leak from around my wife's lips to trail over her chin to the floor. Her throat was working overtime to catch the massive load, and she was failing miserably. Still, my wife was swallowing a ton of the other man's cum as another fucked her ass.

As Nurse Richard stepped back from Emily's face, his huge lifeless cock dropped heavily between his muscular thighs. The man was positively gigantic. Behind her, the cock ramming into her asshole picked up its pace until it was pounding into her in a frenzy. Emily wailed as Doctor Charles began to cum inside her.

"You're so fucking huge! Give me that big black cock! God, I've missed this! Fuck my ass!"

In disbelief, I watched as the good Doctor spent his load into my wife's ass. Gripping the door jamb to support myself, I made a mental note to ask my wife about her previous sex life. I remembered then she had been strangely skimpy on its details. Obviously, there were things that I didn't know about.

As Doctor Charles finished, he rested with his spent cock fully impaling my wife until he finally pushed himself back off her. His cock fell heavily as he stepped back.

"I was wondering if that was going to happen," Nurse Jeanine told me as she entered the room now fully dressed.

"What?"

"The donors get the woman so sexually hyper that she needs more. Sometimes Doctor Charles and Nurse Richard have to step in to fully satisfy her." She turned to the Doctor completely ignoring his oversized manhood softening and glistening with lube and my wife's cum. "I checked his sperm count. It was near zero."

"As I expected. Thanks for confirming," Doctor Charles told her.

Emily's entire mid-section, sex, and rectum were coated with the semen of five men as I gawked at her and the last men tucked their lifeless cocks away.

"Can we go home now?" I croaked.

"As soon as I can walk," Emily told me with a weary smile.

Five years later

Sitting on the bench at the park, I watched our two children playing. It had taken several more trips to the breeding clinic to make the process work. I decided not to go again with her but my wife told me that they had to increase the number of men making donations to six for each session.

Each time she had come home exhausted and happy with the expectation of one of their sperm taking hold in her. Watching the kids, I smiled to myself. It had been an easy decision for Emily to go back to the breeding clinic when we wanted to conceive again. I never did ask her about her previous sexual history. By that time, I didn't want to know.

Still, as I watched our children play, all the men Emily had selected as donors had been blonde hair and blue-eyed with Nordic features. Both our kids have darker complexions and bear a striking resemblance to Doctor Charles.

Sitting back, I contemplated the odds that something else was up at the breeding clinic as my wife, at that very moment, was there to be impregnated for the third time. I wondered if Doctor Charles was still working there. I suppose I'd find out in nine months.

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Peeping Thomas by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/peeping-thomas-part-1-c21f2a5cacda
He couldn't believe what he was witnessing

Part 1

The trip down the mountain was proving to be just as difficult as the climb up. Slipping and sliding in the mud and leaves from tree to tree, Thomas was using his musket as a walking stick to steady himself.

From an opening higher up the mountain, he had spied the roof of a cabin far below and had looked around gauging where he was in the long deep hollow. He had finally determined it was the McKendrick homestead then worked to pick a path down to the shelf that the cabin sat on surrounded by several acres of cleared fields.

An hour later, Thomas felt like he was making progress but slowly. Having left the children at home, he had left Kenneth in charge and felt comfortable that at the age of twelve he was up to the task of watching his younger brother and sister. More and more, tending the farm and his family seemed like a daunting task on a daily basis.

Hunting all morning, Thomas didn't have as much as a rabbit or squirrel to show for his efforts other than a powerful hunger and thirst. He stopped against a tree to rest to brush the sweat from his eyes with the back of his sleeve. His water had given out an hour before and he needed a drink from the McKendrick's spring and hopefully an invitation to mid-day dinner. Starving, the bannocks that he had packed for lunch did not sound appealing at the moment after treking up then back down the mountain.

As the steep mountain eased into a gentler slope, Thomas's strides grew longer, and he stretched out his cramped muscles that had knotted from the climb down. In the hardwoods, the going was easier as he judged his path toward the small cabin and picked up the pace.

The homesteads were few and far between that deep in the backcountry. Thomas knew of only two others that sat deeper in the hollow past his: the McKendrick's and the Hollister's. Not knowing either family well, given the distance between the cabins, he had at least met both families on a couple of occasions. Hopefully, Elijah McKendrick would offer him respite and comfort for a bit.

Through the trees, Thomas could make out the clearing around the cabin as it slowly appeared as open dots through the dense forest. Eventually, the rough grayed logs of the cabin came into view, and he eased his stride knowing that he was close to some form of comfort. Refusing to invite a guest in the backcountry was bad form and Thomas was certain that Elijah McKendrick would invite him in for the noonday meal. He stopped and gauged the sun to make certain that his judgment of the time was correct.

Satisfied that he was, he walked slowly down the last of the slope and across a flat expanse of trees toward the clearing. With the cabin less than a hundred yards away, his stomach was growling. He was about to reach the edge of the clearing and call his hello's to the inhabitants of the homestead when the cabin's only door suddenly banged. It was followed by Jane McKendrick as she was pushed out into the yard. She stumbled but didn't lose her footing as her husband appeared behind her then took her gruffly by the arm.

"Let go," she protested and received neither her release nor an answer from her husband. "Let go, I tell you." Jane struggled to free herself from her husband's tight grasp.

The only thing that Thomas knew about the McKendrick's was that they were childless and scraped an existence like the rest of the settlers on their high-country farms. With just the two of them for company that far up in the mountains, the rare times that they had been to visit or in the nearest town twenty miles away, Jane McKendrick had been fiery and insolent to her husband. Her biting tongue was prone to sarcasm, and she often berated him in front of others in a way that was not popular with the other wives in the district, or their husband's for that fact.

As Elijah led his wife forcefully across the yard, Thomas noted the strap hanging from his free hand. A cold chill ran up his spine knowing what the outcome of the scene was going to be and he stopped behind a tree not wanting to bear witness to what he knew he was about to.

Knowing a man's wife was the husband's property, and she was McKendrick's to do with as he saw fit, Thomas had never beaten his own wife. There had been plenty of times when anger had boiled over but he had never struck her. He had heard stories of bruised and battered women living in the mountains, and the last thing he wanted to do was bear witness to it. Apparently, Elijah McKendrick preferred to use a strop rather than his fists. From the way his wife often talked to him, Thomas also wasn't entirely sure she didn't partially deserve it but it was still an act that he didn't approve of.

Elijah shoved his wife toward the serpentine fence that snaked along the edge of the small pasture. The loan cow grazing in the enclosure looked up at them lazily its mouth working tirelessly as Jane glared back at her husband then turned her back to him. She pulled up her skirts in an obviously practiced act and exposed her buttocks to him before bending over.

Thomas wanted to look away and give the couple some privacy but the sight of the woman's bare flesh stopped him. Instead, he gulped as he stared at her bare bottom knowing that what he was seeing was wrong.

Bent over, the gentle swell of Jane's hips looked more than inviting but as Elijah stepped behind her with the end of the leather stop falling to the ground, Thomas recoiled in horror. Knowing the marks that the man was about to leave on his wife's glorious round backside would be terrible, he still couldn't look away.

"No," Thomas whispered hoarsely as he watched the display. He was about to call out when he was stopped.

"Don't interrupt them," a feminine voice ordered from behind him and Thomas whirled around as he started to raise his gun.

He stopped when he saw Olivia Hollister standing not ten feet away. Intent on the McKendrick's marital difficulties, Thomas hadn't heard the blonde-haired woman approach. He looked from her back to the couple in the field in time to see the strap lace through the air and connect with a sickening smack against Jane's tender flesh. She yelped in pain and shock as she gripped the top rail of the fence harder.

While Thomas had been whipped plenty of times as a boy by his own father, it had always been for his own good and he believed it made him into the man that he turned into. Witnessing the same punishment meted out on a man's wife sickened him.

Olivia stepped softly beside him. "We have to stop this," he told her quietly wondering why he didn't raise his voice to let the other couple know that they had witnesses. Another lash landed across Jane's bare flesh and she yelped again at the pain and writhed as her grip tightened even more on the fence rail.

"No—we don't. This is what she wants." Thomas tore his eyes away from the other couple to gawk at Olivia in disbelief.

"How could that be what anyone desired?"

"They do this every couple of weeks. You can almost set your clock to it," Olivia replied.

Jane was crying out as she was lashed causing Thomas to stare in shock between the two women at Olivia's revelation. Thomas tore his eyes away from the beautiful blonde woman as another lash welted the flesh of Jane's tender backside and she screamed louder.

"W—why?" Was all Thomas could blurt out as another lash of the strap did its cruel work.

Even as Jane was being whipped, he noted that the strap wasn't drawing blood but was rather only leaving trails of red welts across her skin. McKendrick wasn't giving it to her with his full force.

"You'll see," Olivia told him coyly as another lash then another echoed across the field and into the wood where they stood hidden from the McKendrick's view.

Thomas and Olivia watched silently as Elijah whipped his wife until he reached the tenth lash. As he did, he stood behind her seething and struggling to catch his breath. Bent over the rail, Jane's bottom was a maze of red welts that were already starting to bruise as she writhed and flexed her hips.

Thomas again wanted to look away as he stared at another man's wife's nether regions but couldn't. Despite the harshness of what he had just witnessed, in his breeches his cock was standing at attention. He shifted away to keep it hidden from Olivia but was rewarded with her looking down at his crotch then giving him a knowing smile. Thomas cleared his throat as they turned their attention back to the couple in the field.

"You will behave and respect me," Mr. McKenrick seethed.

"Yes Elijah," Jane responded meekly while sniffling. She looked up at him. "Take me," she told her husband.

Elijah tore at the strings of his breeches ripping them open. Thrusting them down his stout legs, his cock was large and Thomas stared wild-eyed at him as he stepped behind Jane. Still bent over and now ready for him, he probed his cockhead into her then thrust forcefully. Jane cried out as she was entered.

With her hips in the savage grip of his powerful hands, Elijah began pumping furiously into Jane. Her cries echoed across the field and Thomas's mouth dropped open as he watched the man satisfy his wife. Again, he knew he should look away and give them privacy but the erection in his breeches was throbbing painfully as he watched the tableau. Beside him, Olivia stood mutely watching along with him with a lascivious knowing smile splitting her beautiful face.

Jane cried out as she climaxed, and the watchers could hear the hoarse breathing of her husband behind her as he pumped his large cock into her. Despite the beating she had just received, it was obvious that Jane was enjoying her husband's cock filling her as another orgasm pounded through her. As it did, Elijah groaned behind her.

"Here it is."

He stepped back and Jane whirled around to drop to her knees. Taking his bulbous cockhead in her lips, she wrapped her hands around his cocks immense girth to stroke him into her mouth. Elijah groaned loudly as he spent his seed between her lips.

"What?" Thomas whispered in awe. "What—what are they doing?"

His own wife had never taken him in her mouth and the one time that he had ventured into the brothel in town, the whore had it done to him what Jane was doing to her husband. While an incredible feeling, the experience had been short-lived. Thomas had finished way before he had the chance to take the whore in his arms and have her, something he would have preferred more.

"It prevents having a baby," Olivia whispered next to him as they watched the other woman fellate her husband. When Elijah shuddered then slumped backward, his large cock fell from his wife's mouth and she smiled up at him as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "Come. We should go."

Thomas watched Olivia turn away to walk along the slope deeper up into the hollow. In a daze, he followed behind as she hiked her skirts up and stepped over downed trees. From the line that she took, Thomas quickly recognized they were on a faint trail through the woods. While not pronounced, the route had obviously been traveled many times before and Thomas realized then how Olivia knew that the McKendrick's performed their ritualistic lovemaking on a frequent basis.

It wasn't the first time she had watched them.

Part 2

Another half mile up the hollow, the barely discernable trail veered at a fork as Olivia led the way into a small glen carved into the side of the mountain. Thomas followed her and the glen opened through a small notch with a stream cascading down through the narrow channel. As they entered the secretive spot, it opened giving more room beside the tumbling water and Olivia led him toward a pool.

Kneeling beside the clear water, she began using her hands to cup water up to her lips and drank thirstily. Thomas knelt next to her to do the same. While his hunger was forgotten, his thirst was not.

"What was that all about? You've watched them before," Thomas finally asked as his companion moved several feet away and sat back against an oak tree. She looked at him.

"Like I said. You can set your clock to them." Olivia chuckled as her smile split her beautiful face. The woman was gorgeous and very married. Thomas knew he shouldn't be there alone with her.

The only thing that he knew of Olivia Hollister was that her husband was a trader. Gone from home for weeks at a time, he spent his time on the frontier trading with the Indians and the few settlers brave enough to go that far from civilization. Francis Hollister had long-lived deep in the hollow and Olivia had appeared with him one day without anyone knowing where she had come from.

It had to be a lonely existence of her in the woods with her husband gone for long stretches of time. As Thomas watched her, he knew that would explain the need to spy on their nearest distant neighbors as they performed their bizarre sexual ritual.

"I don't understand why he beat her," Thomas mused quietly. His voice was barely more than a whisper.

"She wants her husband to do it. Why do you think she berates him and talks so poorly to him." Olivia gave him a knowing smile. "It's all a lead up to what we just saw. It's what she likes. It's what she craves—the punishment."

"I still don't understand why she would want that done to her."

"For sexual arousal," Olivia replied softly looking at the ground between her feet. With her knees drawn up, she wrapped her arms around them and hugged herself. "They both desire it. As you've seen. It was mutual."

"I've never heard of such a thing."

"I've seen it plenty of times. And have had it done to me." She looked up at him and her large blue eyes pierced him as she gauged his reaction. "It's quite—, "she thought for a moment. "Arousing. It's the only word I can think of. It heightens the pleasure."

"I could never do that to my wife or any woman," Thomas declared as he sat down across from her.

"Some men can't. It doesn't make Elijah McKendrick a bad man or her a bad woman for that matter—if it's consensual."

Thomas thought about what she said, and the silence hung between them like a dense fog. "You watch them," he finally stated. "Frequently. From the worn path."

"When my husband is away—yes," Olivia told him boldly without any shame. "Then I come here. And I—" she blushed for the first time and looked away before meeting Thomas's eyes again. "I pleasure myself."

"What?"

"You heard me," she told him with a wicked grin. "I'm sure you do as well."

"I—" He stopped as he looked away in shame.

He did relieve himself sexually occasionally and for a moment wondered, when the last time it had been. From the erection that he had from watching Elijah punish rut with his wife like an animal, he was certain it had been a long while.

"You do. All men do. And it is no disrespect to your wife. God rest her soul," Olivia finished her voice barely above a whisper.

Thomas blinked at her mention of Elizabeth. It had been two years since his wife had died of the fever. In that time, he had only thought of another woman once and that was when he had made the long trip to the brothel in town. When the whore had taken him in her mouth, he had finished instantly leaving him distraught when he had simply been craving the touch of a woman. He would have been content just to hold her for some time let alone make love to the whore. Instead, she had been shocked when he finished so quickly, and he had left after mumbling his apologies.

"You know about my wife?" Thomas asked Olivia quietly.

"We're neighbors."

"I hardly know you," he replied. "How do you know so much about men, women—er—their sexual congress for that matter let alone what we just saw Elijah do to his wife?"

Olivia's face finally reddened as she too looked away. "I was a whore. That's where my husband found me. In a brothel."

Shocked, Thomas gawked at her rudely knowing that he should close his mouth. Unable to, he merely stared at her with his eyes wide as he tried to comprehend what he had just learned about his neighbor.

"You were?" That was all he finally blurted out.

"Indeed," Olivia smiled at him. "Francis swept me off my feet. Little did I know that I'd be left to my own devices for weeks at a time with no one to talk to. When I discovered the McKendrick's and their—sexual pattern, it became an amusing pastime. Plus, I use it to take care of my own needs."

"Women have them?" Thomas asked her incredulously.

Olivia laughed. "Yes, women have needs. Didn't your wife?"

Thomas frowned remembering the tender nights that he and Elizabeth had spent making love in their small cabin with only the glow from the fireplace accompanying them. Three children had been the result and they had been blissfully happy until she became sick. Since then, life had simply been one day after another as Thomas took care of the children and the farm alone. He had never asked his wife if she had needs or urges but he knew that she did. Olivia sitting in front of him was talking openly about them as if it were perfectly natural. Thoams blushed.

"She did," he finally answered her simply.

"So do I." She looked directly at him. "And so do you. I saw the cockstand you had back at the McKendrick's farm."

Thomas's face turned crimson as she brought up the memory of his arousal at the violent sexual scene that they had witnessed. "Yes," he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Maybe we can help each other," Olivia told him.

The color drained from his face guessing her meaning. "Your husband—"

"Has been gone for two weeks. He leaves me alone constantly. Your wife is long since buried." Her face softened when he looked away. "We can do this for each other. I can imagine you long to be touched. A lot of men came to the brothel just for the touch of a woman."

Thomas stared at her as she read his mind. Being touched was the thing he missed most. The sexual release he could do for himself with his hand, but to simply be with a woman was something he had been longing for. Olivia knew the fight that he was struggling with inside as she stood up and walked to a grassy spot several feet away.

Opening the ties on her bodice, she pulled it apart and Thomas stared at her bare breasts and the pink nipples staring back at him. They were already crinkled, hard with desire and excitement. She lay back, pulled her skirts up then spread her legs. In true whorish fashion, Olivia was readying herself for Thomas to enter her.

"Your husband," Thomas repeated again knowing that what he was about to do to another man's wife was a sin and wrong. Still, as he stared at the moist pink slit between her legs encased with tufts of soft blonde downy hair, his cock was responding again.

"Is gone all the time leaving me alone." Olivia looked up at him. "It's lonely out here in the backcountry." Thomas knew she was right. Daily, he felt lonely despite his children for company. "Come."

In a trance, he moved over top of her while she reached for the cords on his breeches. Practiced, she untied them as he stared down at her working. Olivia smiled up at him as she pushed his breaches down over his hips.

"We shouldn't," he protested a final time.

"Shh—" Olivia guided his cock into her. "Just don't finish inside me. Shoot your seed on me."

Thomas sank into her relishing the warm wetness that was enveloping him. In her to his hilt, he began thrusting as he lay his full weight on her, and she held him to her. Loving and caring, he fought back tears as he thrust trying to push Elizabeth's memory and guilt from his mind. Under him, Olivia made soft mewing sounds and moans of pleasure that only hurried his impending finish.

"I'm—I'm—" Thomas moaned.

"On me," Olivia reminded him then he reached between them. Pulling out of her, he gave his cock a few quick strokes before copious streams of semen erupted onto her blonde mound. "That's it," she encouraged him as they both looked down to watch him finish on her before he crashed to the ground next to her gasping.

Olivia stroked his hair tenderly for a few moments as Thomas recovered with his spent member still in his hand. "Can you give me some of those ferns?"

Wordlessly, he reached for the bright green fronds and tore a bunch off. Laying back next to her, he watched as she cleaned his white seed from her then threw the soiled ferns aside.

Embarrassed, he didn't look her in the eye, "I'm sorry it was so quick."

"I expected you to be."

Thomas blushed. With his wife, he had most always given her as much pleasure as she had him. With such a long time between times with a woman, he struggled to reassure himself that it was normal to finish so quickly. Olivia's kind words helped some as he lay sprawled next to her and felt the heat coming off her body despite the cool glade they were laying in.

"Can we try again?" Olivia asked him after several minutes of lying together in silent comfort.

Thomas reached for his soft cock and gave it a stroke. "I'm not sure—I don't know if—"

"I can help," Olivia smiled at him before pushing him over onto his back. She slid down his body to take his member in her mouth.

"Oh?" He gasped with surprise as her lips engulfed him completely. Instinctively, he wound his fingers into her blonde hair and guided her. "That—is—wonderful."

Despite the tired state of his manhood, it began to respond instantly to Olivia's lips working on it. Thomas bucked his hips as his cock grew in her mouth and she added her hand to his shaft to help it along. In less than a minute, he was ready again.

Olivia pulled him from her lips to give him a dazzling smile. "That didn't take long." At that moment, he knew that her story of how she met her husband in a brothel was true.

She moved away from him onto her hands and knees pulling her skirts up over her hips presenting her bare backside. She looked back at him expectantly as he scrambled to take his position behind her. With her fleshy hip in one hand, his other was on the base of his cock as Thomas plunged back into Olivia as she cried out.

"That's it! Yes!"

With her luscious round backside gripped in his hands, he began thrusting. Gone was the fear of finishing too early like the moments before. Behind her, Thomas was taking her animalistic and raw. He thrust savagely into Olivia as her cries spurred him on.

As her pleasure built, she cried out, "Hit me!"

Unsure of what to do, he raised his hand but hesitated. He had never struck a woman before.

"Hit me!" Olivia repeated louder.

Thomas spanked her soundly as she thrust back to meet him. As his hand met her soft flesh, she cried out in pleasure and pain, "Again!"

He began raining blows on Olivia's round backside as her orgasm pounded through her. While never having wanted to spank his wife, his hand landing hard against Olivia's soft bare flesh excited Thomas. As her orgasm peaked and she cried out even louder, he noted her alabaster skin turning bright pink. Several more blows as her orgasm subsided and her bottom was turning a fiery red and she was well on her way to climaxing again.

With his cock driving into her, the fingers on Thomas's free hand dug into her fleshy hip grasping her to him. His other hand covered her buttocks with a maze of crimson handprints that excited him beyond anything he would have ever imagined. As Olivia began to climax yet again, he did with her.

"I'm—I'm going—I'm—going to finish again," Thomas announced as he spanked her harder than any of the blows before. His hand was stinging from his spanking her soundly.

"Tell—me—when," Olivia ordered him as he spanked her one last time with a resounding smack that echoed through the glade as she cried out. Thomas reached for his cock. He felt her pulse around his cock as she climaxed for the final time, and gritted his teeth to stave off his orgasm until hers had finished.

"Now!" Thomas finally cried.

Olivia dove forward off his cock then turned toward him as he began jerking his shaft again. Her lips enveloped his cockhead as his seed shot up his shaft and he felt it ooze into her warm wet mouth. Astonished, he knelt above her jerking himself off into her mouth as she moaned until he finally finished. His entire body shuddered several times as the last of his semen oozed from him then Olivia collapsed onto her back giggling as she licked her lips. Clearly, she had swallowed what he had given her.

"You—you swallowed it," Thomas exclaimed as he worked to calm his breathing. With his cock still in hand, he collapsed onto the soft mossy bed next to her.

"Of course," Olivia smiled at him. "What else was I to do with it?"

He didn't know how to respond.

Instead, Thomas pulled her to him to lay next to her. The thought of sinfully lying with another man's wife was completely forgotten as he enjoyed her warmth and the soft caress of her body against his. They drifted off to sleep after a few moments to wake an hour later.

Thomas began to rouse from his sleep and nudged Olivia awake.

"I need to go home. My children—" He let his voice trail off remembering his family then thought of his deceased wife. Would she approve of what he had just done with his neighbor's wife? He doubted she would have. Still, Olivia was there with him alive and warm, and his Elizabeth was not.

"We can meet at the McKendrick's again," Olivia told him with a smile. "You can set a clock to them with how she edges her husband to the point he takes matter in hand."

Olivia's skirts had been pushed back down covering her. Thomas pulled up his breeches and tied them not knowing how to respond. Finally, he stared down at her. "And your husband?"

"Will be gone another fortnight."

Thomas nodded knowing that what was on his mind was a sin. "We'll meet again at the McKendrick's," he finally confirmed.

"I knew that would be your answer after watching you in the woods earlier and again when you punished me. Spanking me excited you as much as it did me—even as much as it does the McKendrick's."

Thomas didn't want to admit that it did but merely nodded his response before leaning down to kiss her. Standing, he left Olivia sprawled contently in the bed of moss in the quiet glade with only the sound of the water burbling over the rocks.

He knew he'd be back. They both did. Sinful or not, the pull of Olivia and the need to touch a woman was too strong to resist. Even if bruising her delicate backside was a part of it, perhaps it was the best part.

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Swapping With Another Couple Was Not What I Expected by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/swapping-with-another-couple-was-not-what-i-expected-400fd0725c23
It was much better than I expected

"Oh fuck," I growled low in my throat daring to finally crack my opens to see my wife next to me. She arched her back as she climaxed. Her own pleasurable moans had finally drawn my attention.

When Sonja had suggested inviting another couple to join us in the bedroom, what was happening was the opposite of what I had envisioned. With the bed shaking violently with each powerful thrust, I watched Sonja come as she cried out when pleasure exploded through her. With her hands clamped on the girl's head between her legs, the petite blonde was eating my wife better than I ever did. Sonja clamped her thighs around the head bobbing between her legs and raised her ass off the bed as she orgasmed then slammed back down in a puddle of cum and exhaustion.

I'd never seen her climax that hard.

Prior to my wife being pleasured, we guys had spent several minutes watching Sonja please Carlos's wife Kat orally. New to the world of Sappho, the younger girl had instructed my wife on what to do and being the quick learner that my wife is, it had taken her no time at all to make the other woman climax. With my cock hard as a rock, I had watched my wife with another woman eager for us guys to join in. The unexpected turn the evening took at that moment surprised me even more minutes later.

I'd have been more stunned witnessing my wife come with another woman if it wasn't for the large cock plunging into my own ass. Carlos had a death grip on my shoulders and his breath was hot in my ear as he panted with each forceful lunge into me. Having never been sodomized before, his large cock splitting me open had hurt at first but when his bulbous cockhead brushed across my prostate, I didn't want him to ever stop. Carlos fucked me forcefully as I sprawled across the bed next to the ladies. As he did, my cock rubbed deliciously against the bedding underneath me and I was leaking a steady stream of precum onto it as I was ass-fucked.

Slamming my eyes shut, my orgasm began to build, and I panted, "Don't stop," as Carlos thrust his cock into me.

Detecting my impending orgasm, Sonja stretched a hand across the bed toward me to take mine. "Yes—yes—yes" I grunted with each plunge of the cock into my ass. My pleasure was building to a dizzying height.

"Fuck!" I cried as my orgasm started and not caring about the bedding, I ejaculated thickly onto it coating both me and the bed with hot slick cum.

On top of me, Carlos thrust even more savagely into me, and I felt his cockhead swell as I came then felt a rush of hot slimy liquid ejaculated thickly inside me. I groaned into the bedding.

Sonja squeezed my hand harder as Carlos and I climaxed together. Between her legs, Kat finally came up for air and smiled knowingly over at her husband and me fucking.

The cock in my ass slowed its pleasurable cruel work until I lay trembling under the other man struggling to recover my breathing. My rectum ached. My prostate was still buzzing, and my balls were completely stated as he reluctantly pulled his glorious cock from my ass. Carlos rolled onto the bed between me, and the girls then smiled over at me.

I wanted more of him. It hadn't been what I expected.

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The Annual Sausage Fest by Casey Holt
http://www.myerotica.com/the-annual-sausage-fest-36cc47dfd5ab
How I discovered that my fiancée was a champion.

For the second year in a row, I had begged off going to the annual Sausage Fest. Even the name didn't sound appealing to a vegetarian like myself, but my fiancée and her four friends always seemed eager to go. I was sure that eating meat after not having it in a while would aggravate my digestion and had told the girls as much. They had only giggled and one of them had made a joke about the spit-roasting Brooke and Julia liked. I'd never known my fiancée to be so interested in barbeque.

Still, when I received the text from Brooke's friend Paige to say that Brooke had indulged a bit too much and was ready to go home, I had been more than happy to go get her. My fiancée doesn't usually drink too much, let alone overeat, so I knew when Paige texted me that Brooke was done it was a rare occasion. After getting the location from Paige, I programmed the GPS and was off. As I drove, it all became stranger and stranger.

I knew the Sausage Fest was a university event where Brooke and the other girls had gone to school and been sorority sisters. Being from out of town, I was still unfamiliar with that area. As I followed the map, I bypassed the normal university buildings decked out with brick walls with ivy crawling up them. Instead, I passed through campus to a row of large houses with Greek letters adorning them.

"This seems like an odd place for a meat festival," I told myself as I pulled up to the curb and re-checked the address.

Looking at the large Victorian house, I noted the banner slung across the upper balcony displaying: Annual Sausage Fest.

"Weird," I muttered as I climbed out of the car and headed for the front door.

The door opened as I climbed up the front steps and two guys left smiling and joking with each other. Elbowing open the door before it closed, I stepped inside and was greeted by a naked blond guy standing just inside the door. Trying not to look at his genitalia, I was about to ask him about Brooke when he turned to me.

"Dude, you here to take your turn? It's off the hook this year."

"Pardon me?" I asked over the loud music,then looked around the room.

Shocked, I noted a dozen naked young men milling about drinking. I was starting to have a bad feeling about Sausage Fest and its meaning.

"Take your clothes off and get in there, bro. The girls are fucking hot this year. Every year the same five girls come back for more. They can't get enough even though they already graduated."

"Five," I repeated to myself as I did a mental calculation of how many friends had left with Brooke.

As I did, Julia came into the room completely naked, and my eyes became huge.

"Oh, hey Brad," she called to me as I drank in her naked nubile body.

"Hi Julia…"

She turned and looped an arm around the neck of an impressively built black guy, kissed him then pushed him back down onto the sofa. Julia dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock in her lips as the rest of the guys howled with appreciation. Another guy dropped to his knees behind her and started slapping her ass with his flaccid cock to get it hard. I watched, stunned, as he grew to an impressive length, then shoved himself inside her from behind.

"Holy shit," I muttered as I watched the tableau.

"You here to fuck, Bud? You look kind of old," another guy asked me.

"I'm only two years older than Brooke," I replied defensively.

"Oh, you're here to fuck Brooke! Not much left of her after Carlos fucked her. She was already exhausted after being spit-roasted by two—no—three pairs of guys. I heard she was totally fucking spent but agreed to take Dave on." He looked around at the crowd, ignoring the three people fucking in front of us. "I was told her husband was coming to get her."

"Fiancé. Me," I mumbled.

"Oh, shit dude. You're fucking lucky." He addressed the crowd. "Hey! This is Brooke's fiancé." He pointed at me as the rest of the crowd cheered. "Everyone here's fucked her at least once over the years." He clapped me on the back. "She's a fucking Sausage Fest legend."

"Legend," I parroted.

"Brooke's in the bedroom back there with Dave. You better get in there if you want some tonight. She's really outdone herself this year."

He pushed me to propel me forward. My legs felt like they were cased in cement. Despite the shock of what I had walked into, my cock was starting to harden as I passed Julia being filled from both ends. The guy seated on the couch had her head in a death grip as she bobbed on his cock. Behind her, the other guy was relentlessly pounding into her.

Making my way down the hall, I was surprised when a bedroom door opened and the largest man I'd ever seen walked out. Between the Hispanic man's legs hung a massive cock that swayed pendulously as I backed out of the way. Even his cock was intimidating.

"Carlos?" I croaked as I stared at his oversized manhood.

"Do I know you?"

"I'm Brooke's fiancé."

He stuck out a meaty hand and engulfed mine. Pumping it up and down, he effused, "You're a lucky man. That girl can really take a pounding."

"Pounding," I mumbled as I watched his cock sway as he shook my hand.

"I gave it to her good," he continued. "And she took every inch." Letting go of my hand, he grabbed his monstrous cock by the base and waggled it at me. "Every fucking huge inch. She's a real trooper."

"Isn't she?" I added, shaking my head as I eyed his cock while he released it.

"You better get in there though, bro. I pushed her over the edge. She did have some left for Dave. He's no slouch either in the cock department."

Carlos clapped me on the back pushing me down the hallway, but not before I glimpsed through the bedroom door that Carlos had just exited and noted Laurie being fucked savagely by a blond guy while three others watched, waiting their turn.

"Brooke's a fucking Sausage Fest champion," Carlos called after me.

Peeking my head in next door, I saw Emily on a bed with two guys fucking her at the same time. Her screams filled the room as one guy pumped his cock into her ass while she rode atop another. Shutting the door to give the trio privacy, I stumbled down the hall to try the next door. Opening it, I spied Paige on her hands and knees with a guy fucking her from behind and another filling her mouth. A pair of guys standing inside the door watching them turned to me.

"You gonna get in on spit-roasting Paige?"

"No," I replied in amazement as the guy fucking Paige's mouth came and a steady trail of white semen leaked from her lips down her chin to drizzle on the bed.

"Was gonna say. I'm next now that Pete is done but you can get in line."

"I'm—I'm here for Brooke," I told him as he went to take his place fucking Paige's mouth and I realized then I had been all wrong about the women's craving for barbeque. Spit-roasting obviously wasn't what I thought it was.

"Brooke's fucking legendary here, bro. Heard she's getting married or some shit," the guy that had just climaxed told me as he strode out the door with his manhood bobbing back and forth leaking a final trail of cum toward the floor. I danced out of the way to avoid the drizzle.

"Where is she?" I called after him.

"Next bedroom." He looked me over. "Might not be much left for you after Carlos and Dave have fucked her though."

Leaving Paige with her lineup of guys waiting to fuck her, I stepped down to the next door and sucked in a ragged breath. Turning the doorknob, I pushed the door fully open and was greeted by the sight of my fiancée in the middle of a bed with her ass in the air. Behind her, a guy straddled her round plump hips, plunging a huge cock deep into her ass over and over again. I knew it had to be Dave by the size of his impressive cock. Brooke was screaming as she was ass fucked.

"You're fucking huge! Fuck my ass! I've never had a cock this big in my ass before!"

Remembering the few times we had tried anal, I knew I was included in that statement as I watched my fiancée being sodomized. As the door slammed open against the wall, Dave shot a look at me over his shoulder as if daring me to interrupt.

"B—B—Brooke?" I finally managed to get out.

"Wait your fucking turn," Dave spat at me before I backed out of the door into the wall opposite it.

Stumbling down the hall, I was both shocked at what I had witnessed and confused as my cock throbbed painfully. I couldn't remember ever being that hard before. Groping my way into the living room, I collapsed onto the couch next to the guy that Julia had been sucking. To my surprise, she sauntered over to me from across the room. My eyes were locked on her bobbing brown nipples and the shaved V between her legs. The crease in her plump cunt was coated and glistening with cum.

"Hi, Brad. I was wondering when you were coming to get Brooke. Carlos fucked her raw. I can't believe she even had anything left for Dave. But then again, he is her favorite at Sausage Fest."

"Favorite?" I asked her, dazed, as I stared up at her.

"My, you're hard enough to cut diamonds from the looks of things," Julia pointed at the bulge in my jeans. "I can help with that." I didn't even protest as she unbuttoned my jeans and took out my throbbing cock. "Wonderfully average," Julia noted as she stroked my cock. "I could use that about now."

Eyeing the cocks swinging in front of the men standing around us, I could see why she was thankful. Before I could say anything, she turned her back to me giving me an eyeful of her luscious round ass, then squatted over my cock. Lowering herself onto me, she worked my cock into her asshole and settled fully on me as I took her by the hips.

"That feels so good," Julia moaned as she began raising and lowering herself on my cock. "Such a relief after the other guys."

I was beyond caring that the size of my manhood was being insulted. Instead, I bucked my hips wildly, driving my cock up into her. It didn't take long for my orgasm to start. My grip tightened on her hips and Julia was slamming her ass down onto my cock driving me deeper inside her. As my orgasm started in earnest, Brooke came around the corner wrapped in a sheet and being helped by Dave.

"Brad? I thought I heard you," my fiancée noted just as I climaxed, and I locked eyes with her. As I did, semen erupted from me filling Julia's ass.

"Brooke. I'm so sorry," I groaned as I spent my load.

She waved me off.

"It's Sausage Fest. It's the one day of the year to really let loose and enjoy yourself." Julia slowed her pounding on my cock, burying it deep in her ass. "And to get some meat stuffed inside you."

"Oh yeah," Julia breathed as she rose off my cock and it flopped stickily against my stomach.

"Fucking Annual Sausage Fest," Carlos howled as he walked by us with his cock swinging like a doughy hammer.

Brooke rolled her eyes. "He thinks he's king sausage."

"I can see why," I commented as I moved to tuck my own much smaller spent cock away.

"Take me home? Carlos fucked the hell out of me. Then Dave fucked the shit out of me. Literally."

"See you next year, babe," Dave told her as he leaned down to kiss my fiancée.

"You know it," Brooke grinned up at him before he walked away. We both watched his bare sculpted backside. "Mmph—I love me some good big meat," she told me as I stood up.

I could see why she did and I was already rethinking my plans for next year to make sure I attended Sausage Fest with the girls.

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The Elusive Threeway by Casey Holt
http://www.casey-holt-erotica.medium.com/the-elusive-threeway-592979ac127c
So Close, yet so far

Staring at the bill, I couldn't believe what I was reading. "Holy shit," I muttered.

"What?" Olivia asked as she finished the last sip of her drink.

"The server wrote a note on the check." I looked up at my wife in amazement.

"So what? Like, have a nice day?" She grabbed her purse to scoot toward the end of the booth we were sitting in. "Come on. Let's go."

"Hold up," I stopped her. "Her name's Brooke and she wrote her number. She said to call her. She wants to fuck," I told Olivia and she turned to me with flames in her eyes.

"What?! Give me that!" She snatched the check from me. "I'm going to kick that little girl's ass."

"The notes—for you," I told her still not believing that the cute blonde server with the gorgeous smile was making a pass at my wife.

"You're kidding," Olivia exclaimed as she read the note several times then looked over at the girl, who was at least ten years younger than us.

She was coming out of the kitchen carrying a heavy tray. She headed for a table across the dining room. We both watched her.

"Apparently not. You gonna call her?" I asked as I tried not to laugh at my wife's stunned expression as she looked back at me.

"Holy shit" my wife parroted me then stuffed the receipt in her purse without answering my question.

As we headed for the door, we passed Brooke and she gave us both a sizzling smile as she held her hand up to her ear to pantomime being on the phone. She mouthed to Olivia, "Call me."

In the car, we laughed about the incident the entire way home then quickly put it aside or so I thought. To my knowledge that was the end of it, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

Three days later, after a round of golf with the guys, I headed for home eager to shower and relax. Some steaks on the grill and having a couple of beers were on my mind as I pulled in the drive only to find a strange car parked in front of me. Not recognizing it, I looked it over quickly then headed for the garage with my clubs. Still not guessing who was there, I went inside to shower.

"Olivia?" I called from the kitchen but didn't receive a response.

Heading for the bedroom, I heard giggling as I got closer then moans. Stopping, I was confused as I listened to the moaning. It sounded like Olivia. Seeing red, I prepared myself for a fight determined to kick the guy's ass that was making love to my wife.

As I pushed the bedroom door open, I stopped dead. Olivia was laying back on the bed with her auburn hair spread across the pillow. She was completely naked and kneading her breasts together while moaning. Between her spread legs, was another woman with her blonde head bobbing as she lapped at my wife's cunt.

"What the fuck?" I asked from the doorway. Despite my shock, it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

Olivia cracked her eyes open and she grinned at me as I obviously swam into focus.

"Danny? You're home early," she sighed then gasped as the girl eating her out settled on her clit. Olivia snaked a hand down to the top of the other woman's head and guided her as she lapped at her. My wife focused her eyes on me again. "You remember Brooke?"

"Holy shit," I muttered as I eyed the luscious round bottom of the girl lying prone across our bed with her face buried between my wife's creamy thighs.

"Have a seat," Olivia ordered me pointing at the chair.

"Can't—can't I join you guys?" I asked tentatively hoping she'd say yes.

"This is ladies only," my wife told me flat out then gasped again as Brooke shoved two fingers inside her.

Numb, I crossed the room to have a seat in the chair. I was being cuckolded by another woman and my cock was already responding to the bizarre scene. Settling in, I watched my wife being pleasured by another woman and she was clearly more than enjoying it.

"Are—are—you—going to do that to her?" I asked my wife again hoping the answer was yes.

"I already did," came Olivia's dreamy reply followed by, "Shush. Stop asking so many questions." She closed her eyes as she moaned and went back to rubbing her nipples as she was being pleasured. A few moments later, she looked over at me again. "You can jerk off."

Without a word, I unzipped my pants and took out my already hard cock as Olivia's moans grew even louder. From the way her hips were moving, I knew she was well on her way to climaxing. A few seconds later, as I pistoned my fist on my erection, my wife did just that as Brooke worked her tongue on her clit.

"God—she's so fucking good," Olivia cooed as she worked toward her orgasm. "I've never felt anything like it."

Despite feeling a bit emasculated, watching another woman make my wife come was a complete turn-on. My fist was pumping up and down my shaft milking my cock feverishly. On the bed, Olivia cried out as she slammed her thighs together around the young woman's head and lifted her bottom off the bed as she came.

"Fuck!" Olivia cried out.

By that time, my hand was flying on my cock as I jerked off and Olivia's orgasm spasmed through her. As it subsided, Brooke finally came up for air raising her head from between my wife's legs then crawled up her body to kiss Olivia. As she did, Brooke gave me an even better view of her luscious round ass and the hint of the shaved crease peeking out at me under her bottom. My hand couldn't jerk my cock off fast enough as I witnessed it.

They kissed for a few beats then Brooke tuned around and crawled backward over Olivia settling her cunt onto my wife's face. Olivia wrapped her arms around the young woman's hips and drew her down to her mouth. Brooke delved her head back between my wife's thighs and for the first time ever, I witnessed my wife sixty-nining with another person. Moreover, it was with another woman.

I came instantly.

Groaning, semen erupted from my cock like a geyser to coat my hand and ooze down over my fingers. On the bed in front of me, the two women were moaning together as they satisfied each other. Brooke's incredible ass was moving rhythmically, and I had a perfect view of its cleft positioned over my wife's head. Her blonde head was between my wife's thighs and moving up and down as she worked her lips and tongue deep in Olivia's drenched slit. A couple of minutes after I came, the women climaxed together, and I watched Brooke's hips and ass pump furiously as she moaned into Olivia's sex.

"Holy fuck," I gasped as I watched the pair come together.

As their orgasms subsided, Brooke rolled off of my wife giggling then slid back up Olivia's body to kiss her again. They lay together in post-orgasmic bliss and my wife finally looked over at me with another woman's cum coating her beautiful smile.

"That was amazing," Olivia told me dreamily.

"Can I—can I join you guys—now?" I asked them still trying to get them in the elusive three-way even though my cock was spent, and I was coated with jizz.

"No Sweetie," Olivia sighed. "Her note was for me. Remember? I'm keeping her all to myself." She kissed Brooke deeply then sighed deeply as she looked back over at me. "She really knows how to fuck though."

Disappointed and turned on at the same time, I sat glumly in my chair with my soiled soft cock in my hand.

Brooke looked over at me for the first time then back at Olivia. "He does have a nice cock, Baby."

Maybe there still was hope.

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The Father Wasn't Like the Son by Casey Holt
http://www.medium.com/red-curtain-erotica/the-father-wasnt-like-the-son-275fe2229973

"God that feels so good. Don't stop," I moaned as Justin pumped his cock into me and my orgasm started to peak.

"I'm coming," he announced behind me as I groaned my disapproval. "Can't hold it back."

His thrusts became wilder, and I braced my hands against the headboard hoping I'd finish with him. I was wrong.

His cock pulsed inside me as he bucked wildly, and I knew he was filling the condom as I groaned through my unfulfilled orgasm. My entire body ached from being right on the edge then left hanging. Justin slumped over my broad hip panting. Another man's voice behind us made us both jump.

"Justin. Did you just leave that girl without an orgasm?"

"Dad!" Justin cried not moving but his grip on my fleshy hips tightened. "Get out of here!"

I knew the sight we were presenting to his dad. Justin's thin body was framed by my wide, plump ass in front of him. To my shock, the older man stepped into the room then stopped by the bed as I buried my face in the bedding, feeling it burn with embarrassment. I knew I should be diving under the covers instead of still kneeling with my ass up in the air, but with the headboard directly in front of me there was nowhere to hide.

"Now, son. We've talked about this. You never finish before her. I thought you learned that the last time I found you in this exact same situation."

"Last time?" I asked, with my face muffled in the covers.

"Some 'Amanda' girl," his dad explained. "Very thin. Much too thin, actually. Not a nice, curvy girl like yourself."

My face burned and I wanted to die.

"Dad, please leave," Justin begged his father.

"Wait? Amanda? Amanda Evans?" I asked as I picked my face up out of the covers. "You said you didn't fuck her."

"Son." Justin's dad shook his head. "Did you lie to her, too? I've told you. You treat women like queens in and out of the bedroom. You never lie to them or leave them sexually frustrated."

"Justin," I seethed. "Pull out. Now. You're getting soft and I don't want the condom to fall off in me or spill."

My soon-to-be ex-boyfriend pulled his cock from me then stepped off the bed leaving me kneeling with my big ass in the air for his dad to see and my face re-buried in the bedding. His dad seemed to be unaffected by my naked derriere being presented to him.

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't catch your name."

"Trish," I replied into the bedding, as my mane of blonde hair covered my face while I tried desperately to hide.

"Well, Trish. Unfortunately, this isn't the first time I've found my son in his bedroom with an unfulfilled girl. The kid just never finishes anything properly. Especially women."

"Dad. I'm right here."

"Oh, yes." His dad's tone was soothing and fatherly as he continued, "I'm Bob, by the way. Now, if you'd like, I can finish the job my son couldn't."

"Dad! Not again?" Justin pleaded as my face shot up out of the covers.

"You what?" I asked in shock. "Again?"

"I had to do the same thing with Amanda. My nineteen-year-old son here has a lot to learn about pleasuring women. Now—how old are you, Sweetie?"

"Nineteen," I groaned into the bedding, again wondering what was happening. Then a thought occurred to me. "What about your wife?"

"Mrs. Bennett is downstairs making dinner. We have an open marriage. She's fine with this."

"My parents are so embarrassing," Justin grumbled behind me. Then he addressed me. "Trish? You're not really thinking about doing this are you?"

Raising my head up again, I looked back at his dad. About my own father's age, he looked incredibly handsome. Mr. Bennett was ruggedly built and appeared to be in much better shape than his scrawny son. A wave of anger flashed through me, both at Justin's poor performance and his lying to me about screwing Amanda.

"Yes. Now get out and let him get the job done you couldn't."

"B-but… Trish… " Justin started to whine.

"Justin. Go clean your cock off then get dressed and help your mom with dinner. Tell her I'll be down as soon as I'm done with Trish. Say, in half an hour." My eyes widened at the time frame that he gave. Then he addressed me. "Did he give you any pleasure at all, my dear?"

"No," I replied firmly.

"Better make it forty-five minutes," he told his son, to my shock.

"I can't fucking believe this," Justin mumbled as I heard him gathering up his clothes.

"Language," his father told him.

The entire time, I kept my face buried in the bedding. My hands were still braced against the headboard and my large lifted in the air for the world to see. Still, I was curious as to what his dad was going to do with me as I heard the bedroom door close, leaving us alone.

"I am so sorry about this," Mr. Bennett began as I heard him start undressing. Daring to shoot a glance at him, I watched him take his shirt off. The man was seriously hot, and not just for his age. "Mrs. Bennett and I are allowed to see other people. We're very open, sexually. You'd think our son would take after us but as you can see, he's kind of selfish in the sex department."

I didn't respond as I listened to him continue.

"Mrs. Bennett's a big, beautiful woman such as yourself. I love them that way. This will be a lot more fun than having to service that too-skinny Amanda girl."

Despite the awkward situation, and my soon-to-be revenge sex with my boyfriend's dad, his calling me beautiful and talking about my size in a glowing way felt quite endearing.

"I prefer a woman with some meat on her. So much more to love and hang onto."

The bed shifted as he finished undressing but I dared not cast another look back at him as he climbed behind me and resumed his compliments, "I love this big round ass of yours. So juicy. So full. It's kinda no wonder a young man like Justin couldn't hold back." His hand rested on my broad hip as he took his position. "Maybe I should go easier on him."

"Um… thank you," I muttered into the bedding at his compliments about what I felt was a way-too-big backside.

"Now to get me fully hard." He began smacking his cock on my hip and my face shot up out of the covers. His cock felt heavy and reached far up my ass cheek as it made a loud slapping sound.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Mr. Bennett?"

"Oh, yes. A condom? I've had a vasectomy. We're good to go," he replied misunderstanding what I was about to ask.

"Mr. Bennett?"

"There we go. Good thing you're still wet from Justin warming you up. This will go in a lot easier." He probed his bulbous tip into my slit and my eyes widened then he expertly found my opening. "Here we go."

"You're h-u-u-uugge," I moaned as he slid his humongous cock into me, stretching me open.

"Yeah. My son takes after his mom's side of the family, I guess," Mr. Bennett explained as he slid inch by thick, long inch into me until he bottomed out deep inside me.

I was panting and bracing myself once more against the headboard as he reached places in me never touched by a man before. Long and thick, it felt like a baseball bat had been shoved inside me, as he pulled back only to ram himself back into me. Pleasure exploded through me as he did.

"You're… l-like… eigh-nngg-eight… huhh… i-i-inch-ess," I panted, as he thrust into me.

"Nine, sweetie. Now, just enjoy. It's not the size of the cock that gets the job done for the woman, but how the man uses it."

Mr. Bennett was right.

Not only did he have an incredible cock, but he was an expert with it. Each thrust took me higher. Within a minute, he had me at the same place his son had but I knew this time I didn't have to beg him not to stop. Instead, his hand landed with a loud smack on my hip, sending stinging pain through me. As he thrust roughly into me, I knew my ass rippled in waves. My voice rose an octave as my moans turned to screams. It all felt so incredible.

"That's it. Let it out," Mr. Bennett urged behind me. "Let it all out."

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" I cried as I climaxed. "Yes! Fu-u-u-uck! Yes!"

Slamming my eyes shut, I scrabbled at the headboard with clawing fingers as my orgasm shattered me. I'd never felt a climax so powerful. My cunt pulsed around his cock drilling into me, and I screamed through the ache of my unfulfilled orgasm from before. It disappeared in a flash of blinding light behind my tightly closed eyelids, and I was in heaven. I wanted more, rocking backward to meet the older man's powerful lunges into me.

"I-I-I-can't… b-believe… it," I moaned in wonder as my orgasm subsided, but Mr. Bennett never slowed his fucking me.

"We're just getting started," he confirmed, as his grip on my fleshy hips tightened and he began pulling me back to meet him sending his cock even deeper into me.

Pain exploded through me along with blinding pleasure as another orgasm began to build. I had never come twice with a man before. The second one felt as powerful as the first and I cried out to the heavens as I clawed at the headboard, desperate for something to hold onto as more pleasure than I knew possible racked my body. I didn't want him to ever stop fucking me.

True to what he had told his son, Mr. Bennett fucked me soundly for nearly the whole forty-five minutes and I lost count of the orgasms that I had. By the time the last one shattered me, they had diminished in intensity from me being utterly exhausted, but the older man still fucked me like a champ. Every muscle in my body quivered as I groaned into the bedding. My cunt ached from the exertion of countless orgasms.

"Oh God, you have to finish," I finally begged.

"Right. Dinner is waiting," Mr. Bennett responded, but I was too tired to care as his stomach made slapping sounds against my soft fleshy ass.

He didn't care that I was a bigger girl. In fact, he had told me at the start that I was what he preferred. As his cock thickened even more with each plunge into my drenched, aching hole, I thanked him wordlessly for finishing the job his son had started. I also submerged myself in his kind words. As he began to climax, I did, too, with him a final time.

"I'm coming again!" I cried as his thrusting became savage. "I can't fucking believe it!"

Inside me, Mr. Bennett released a torrent of hot semen as I shrieked through my last orgasm with him. The first man to ever come inside me without a condom, he flooded my womb with cum, and I bit the blanket beneath me to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. I'd never felt anything like it. As he slowed his thrusts, he began rubbing his hand tenderly over my wide ass and up my spine to calm and soothe me. Moaning, I slid to the bed off his huge cock, totally exhausted.

"There. That's better," he told me with approval, as I dry-humped the bed in post-orgasmic bliss.

"I can't believe that just happened," I moaned again.

"I can. You're very beautiful, Trish. At least from this angle. I've barely seen your face." He stepped off the bed.

Rolling over, my eyes locked on his rapidly deflating cock, hanging pendulously between his legs. It was enormous and had just been deep inside me. It was coated in both our fluids and pleasant aches began suffusing my afterglow.

"Oh, there you are," he smiled at me. "You really are quite lovely."

"Thanks," I grinned wearily up at him.

Mr. Bennett began dressing and I watched reluctantly as he tucked his spent cock away. "You'd better get dressed, sweetie, or we'll miss dinner. Do you like spaghetti?"

"Love it," I sighed as he reached for his shirt. Naked on the bed, I wasn't able to move an inch and I didn't care that he was looking me over from head to toe with appreciation.

"Great. Mrs. Bennett makes the best sauce. Her mom's from Italy." He pulled his shirt down. "As much as I love looking at you lying there naked, you should get dressed. I'll meet you downstairs for dinner. But first, I have to have a word again with my son. You're a fantastic lover. He should cherish that, and you." He bent down and kissed me in fatherly fashion on my forehead. "He shouldn't leave you on the brink of your orgasm. Ever."

He shook his head sadly as he stood back up.

Groaning, I hoisted myself up to a sitting position. "And I have to have a word with him, too. We're through. I'm dumping him."

"Well, that's unfortunate but understandable." Mr. Bennett frowned as he looked me over again from head to toe and again I felt totally at ease with him. "Say, you wouldn't mind joining Mrs. Bennett and me sometime, would you? She loves a big, beautiful woman as much as I do. It would be great fun."

I eyed his hard body and thought of his cock then of being with another woman. I'd never done that before, but if his wife was as good in bed as he was… it would be the sexual adventure of a lifetime.

"I'd like that," I murmured, giving him a sated but weary smile.

"Great. Get dressed and meet us downstairs. We'll discuss the ground rules for the threesome."

"And your son?" I asked him.

"He's not invited." Mr. Bennett winked at me. "That would be too weird."

He closed the bedroom door behind me leaving me alone with my thoughts and my still-aching midsection. I felt more fatigued than I ever thought I could be as my hand slid down to my crotch. I winced at my curious touch.

My cunt was drenched and pulsing. Still.

What would it be like after he and his wife both fucked me all night? I couldn't wait to find out.

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The Weirdest Night of My Life by Casey Holt
http://www.medium.com/@casey-holt-erotica/the-weirdest-night-of-my-life-part-1-67c7c1b5c54f

Part 1

Shaking my cock one last time, I was tucking it away when the stall next to me opened. Turning when I heard the heels clicking on the tile floor, I was astonished to see a woman come out of the stall. Outside, the thumping from the club was pounding through the door but I turned to the woman in total shock.

"Excuse me?" I asked her with my cock still in hand.

"Well excuse me," she replied with a soft southern accent as she raked her eyes down my body lingering on my cock that was still hanging out. She licked her lips. "Does that get bigger? I sure hope so."

Fumbling to tuck my penis back in my pants, I faced her. "What are you doing?"

She sauntered to the sink then began washing her hands. She eyed me in the mirror.

"The line for the girl's room is always so long. I knew I'd get right in coming in here." She turned the water off then reached for a paper towel as she eyed me.

Hot didn't begin to describe her. An hourglass figure and a mane of long blonde hair, that she shook back out of her face as she eye fucked me, had my complete attention. Dazzling blue eyes and a broad smile drank me in and she was clearly not in a hurry to get back out to her husband. I noted the rings on her left hand.

"I'm Paige." She offered me her hand.

"David."

The woman was clearly coming onto me and the whole scene was surreal. She moved her hand up my bicep and gave it a playful squeeze. "You know David—" she began.

"Yes?"

"My husband and I have this sort of arrangement."

"Such as?"

"He likes to see me getting plowed by a huge black cock now and then. He loves to watch."

Taken aback, I gawked at her. "What?"

"You heard me," Paige continued. "We both like nothing more than when a huge black bull fucks the living shit out of me." She roamed her eyes back down to my crotch. "Your cock looked pretty big. Does it get bigger?"

"What do you call big?" I replied wondering if I should take the bait. It all seemed a bit weird but the chance to fuck a fine piece of ass like Paige wasn't a bad thought, even if her husband watched.

"Over—say—six inches?"

Grinning, I put my shoulders back proudly. "Then I'm fucking huge."

"Perfect," Paige smiled at me, and her accent was pulling me in even further.

She had this sexy way about her that made me think she had been the head of her sorority or maybe a cheerleader in college. I'd find out later that she had, in fact, been both. She would be a perfect complement to a captain of the football team and president of his fraternity-type husband.

"And hubby wants to watch?"

"Blaine lives for it," Paige replied leaning in closer. Her perfume was intoxicating.

"Blaine. It figures," I scoffed before telling her, "Let's get out of here. I'll let my buddies know."

"I'll drive."

"Perfect," I told her.

"You certainly are," Paige breathed before leaning up to kiss me. As she pulled away, she whispered, "Now let's get out of here."

She took my hand then pulled the bathroom door open. A line of women greeted us waiting to use the Ladies' room and we got both looks of disgust and admiration as we walked out of the Men's room.

"They were just fucking," someone said behind us to her friend as we walked away.

"Not yet," Paige grinned as we headed out into the club.

Finding my buddies, I gave them the low down on what was happening, leaving out the part of Paige's husband watching me fuck her. It all seemed a bit weird, but life only goes around once, so I decided to go for it.

Arm in arm, we headed into the parking lot where she led me to a minivan. It seemed odd that a hot girl would drive a vehicle like that, but everyone's circumstances were different. It seemed even stranger when she didn't unlock the car but yanked open the driver's door as I reached for the passenger side.

I was sliding into the seat when I stopped noting that someone was in the backseat. Thinking it was her husband, I was even more surprised to see three guys sitting on the bench seat in the way back.

"What's this?" I asked as my senses heightened.

"They'll be joining us," Paige replied as she smiled brightly at me.

"What the fuck?" I asked her then looked the guys over.

The van's middle seat had been removed, and the three men sat side by side on the back bench seat. The guy in the middle looked scared to death like he was about to throw up. Looking them over, I tried to size up the situation.

Only one seemed like he could be a problem for me. The farthest from me, he was ruggedly built with a mane of curly dark hair that matched the curly dark hair covering the rest of his body. A mop of it poked out from the top of his tight t-shirt. The guy in the middle looked more delicate with full pouty lips and a perfectly coifed mane of blonde hair. The plaid shorts and yellow polo shirt made me peg him as a complete geek. The last guy was a slight Hispanic kid barely in his twenties. He wasn't big and had an effeminate air about him as he looked me over like I was a piece of meat.

"David? Meet the boys. Boys? This is David?"

"You gettin in or not Fucko?" The big guy in the far corner asked me.

"Don't be rude," I told him as I eyed him. He merely smirked then looked away.

Turning to Paige, "What the fuck is going on here?"

"I decided to try something new tonight. I brought some guys to fuck my husband."

"Your husband's gay?" I asked her.

"No," she pouted. "Just a sissy. I brought some guys along to fuck him while you're fucking me."

"Does Blaine know this?" I asked her incredulously.

"I'm Blaine," the guy in the middle replied and I looked back at him. It made sense given his look.

"Shut up while I'm talking," Paige shot at him.

"Yes, Honey."

"Has he ever done anything like this before?" I asked her.

"No—" Blaine replied weakly from the back seat.

Paige sighed and rolled her eyes at me. "I need to shut him up. Blaine—suck their cocks."

The two other men began unbuttoning their jeans while Blaine in the middle looked even more terrified.

"That's Rex and Pedro by the way," Paige introduced the men as their cocks came into view.

Rex's veiny thick cock was impressive while Pedro's smaller average one was a smooth beautiful specimen of manhood. I wanted to look away from the train wreck that was about to happen in the back seat but couldn't. Instead, I stood half in and half out of the van as Blaine slid to the floor and turned to Rex. Seconds later, the bulbous mushroom-shaped head disappeared into his mouth as Rex guided his head and Blaine squealed.

"He's good," Rex commented as he worked Blaine's head in his hands as it bobbed in his lap.

"I had no doubt," Paige agreed then addressed her husband. "Don't forget Pedro. Jerk him off while you suck Rex."

Blaine snaked a hand across the seat to Pedro's cock to begin stroking it. Pedro moved closer to Rex. I watched the display in stunned silence. A minute later, Blaine shifted over to engulf the other man's smaller cock with his lips.

"I can't believe this," I muttered. "He's straight?" I asked Paige.

"You getting in?" She asked me.

"I don't know. This is fucking weird."

"Does this help?" She asked me as she pulled up her shirt including her bra and I was greeted with the sight of the most perfect full breasts I'd ever seen. They didn't settle a millimeter as they were bared and two hard red nipples stared back at me.

"Oh yeah. I'm in," I replied as I slid into the passenger seat.

"Fucking hetero dudes are all the same," Rex growled from the back seat, and I ignored him.

Paige started the van, and we headed toward the hotel room the pair had gotten for the night. Occasionally glancing back, I noted Blaine still working as his head alternated bobbing in the men's laps.

"Don't make them come yet Honey," Paige told her husband. "Save some for in the room. You got a long night ahead of you." She smiled over at me. "You too."

"This is so fucked up," I muttered as I turned back around.

Page 2

In the hotel room, I had been hoping they had gotten a suite so Paige and I could be alone for me to fuck her senseless. Instead, it turned out to be a room with two queen beds and I stopped in front of one of them having another wave of doubt.

"Come on David. Let's get started," Paige told me as she set her purse down then pulled out a bottle of lube. She tossed it to Rex. "Drill him but don't ruin him."

"You take all the fun out of it," Rex replied with a smirk, and Blaine looked terrified. His lips were still pouty and swollen from sucking the men's cocks on the ride over.

"Strip," she ordered Blaine then looked at me. "You too Sweety. I want to see that magnificent black cock of yours."

"So weird," I muttered as all four of us men began undressing.

As I slid my shorts down my legs, Paige was pulling her panties off and I had by that time decided that weirdness be damned, I was going to fuck her. I had nothing to worry about as she slid to the floor in front of me to engulf my cock with her lips.

Behind me, Rex teased, "She must have taught old Blaine here everything he knows from the looks of things."

Her lips and tongue working on my cockhead felt incredible as I thickened and reached my full potential. With both her hands wrapped around my shaft stroking me, I had her blonde head in my own hands as I filled her mouth.

"Fuck that feels good," I breathed as she fellated me.

"I could do better," Pedro teased and I tried to shake off the fact that three men were watching me getting my cock sucked. "Can I have a turn?"

"No!" I replied as I pulled Paige to her feet to guide her onto the bed.

Next to us, Rex and Pedro had maneuvered Blaine onto the bed on his hands and knees. As I settled into the saddle between Paige's legs, Pedro already had his cock in Blaine's mouth and Rex was lubing up his impressive manhood behind Blaine. With Blaine's head in his hands, Pedro was pounding his cock fully into the other man's mouth while he squealed.

Beneath me, his wife moaned. "Fuck you've got a big cock. I'm so full."

I slid fully into Blaine's wife as Rex shoved his cock into Blaine's ass making him cry out around Pedro's cock. It was the strangest moment of my life. Going for broke, I began pounding into Paige as she climaxed beneath me.

Next to us, her husband was being fucked from both ends, and I glanced over to see Rex's thick veiny cock thrusting into the other man's ass. Focusing back on Paige, I pounded harder into her glad that no one was trying to join us and violate my own ass.

Next to us, Blaine grunted and moaned as he was filled.

"He can really suck cock," Pedro breathed as Blaine fellated him.

"His ass is so tight," Rex moaned as he tightened his grip on Blaine's hips and thrust harder.

On our own bed, I moved Paige on top of me and took her firm breasts in my hands before reaching up to suck a glorious hard pink nipple.

"Fuck I'm coming again," she breathed as her body tensed. "Yes," she moaned as she climaxed.

Blaine groaned loudly in agony as I made his wife come. The men never stopped thrusting into him.

As Paige melted back down on top of me, she kissed me then looked at the men next to us. "Change it up, boys."

Her husband groaned as Rex pulled his big cock out of him. It glistened in the soft light as Blaine was pushed onto his back then drug to the edge of the bed. Pedro squatted over Blaine's face again and shoved his cock back into the other man's mouth.

"This is so fucked up," I commented as I watched.

"Get behind me," Paige ordered as she shifted off me.

Doing as she said, I took my position behind her as Rex shoved his cock back into Blaine as he lay on his back. With his legs pressed back to his chest, Blaine's hard cock flopped back against his stomach with each violent lunge into him. Larger than Pedro but not as impressive as Rex, Blaine's manhood leaked a steady trail of precum as his prostate was stimulated. He was moaning loudly on the cock filling his mouth.

With Paige's glorious ass in my hands, I began pounding my cock into her.

"That's it. Give me that huge black cock."

Blaine groaned as Pedro fucked his mouth.

Paige came twice more as I pounded into her alternating watching my cock impale her tight pink cunt and watching the two men beside us fuck her husband. Pedro was the first to finish. Groaning loudly, he came thickly in Blaine's mouth as the other man groaned.

"Swallow it, Honey," Paige cried at the height of her own orgasm as a man came into her husband's mouth. As her orgasm died away, she gasped back at me. "Fuck my ass, David."

Next to me, Rex threw the bottle of lube at me and I caught it. Squirting some into Paige's tight rectum, I was shaking my head in disbelief as Pedro flopped back on the bed completely spent. Rex never stopped thrusting his meaty cock into Blaine's ass.

"Oh God," Blaine groaned as he was fucked. "It feels so fucking good. Don't stop."

Not to let anyone down, I shoved my cock into Paige's lubed asshole as I crushed her hips with my fingers. Her tight sphincter massaged the entire length of my cock as I slid into her, and she moaned her approval.

"Fuck you're huge," she breathed.

"God is he ever!" Blaine cried as Rex fucked him.

Fucking Paige's ass, Rex and I set out to make the couple never forget we were inside them. It was my turn to take over the evening as I addressed Pedro.

"Suck that man's cock."

Dutifully, the young man moved over Blaine to encircle his cock with his soft delicate lips. Blaine moaned as he was fellated and his ass was filled. Rex pushed his legs back farther giving me a view of his cock plunging into the other man's asshole. Pounding into Paige harder, I was determined to be the last to finish and was glad when I heard Blaine's moans grow louder.

"I'm coming. I'm coming," he breathed as he released his death grip on the bedding and took Pedro's head in his hands.

Moaning even louder, his body jerked and bucked as Rex fucked him and he spent his load into the young man's mouth. Rex was right there with him as he cried out and bucked even harder into Blaine.

The men climaxed together and it pushed me over the edge. Moaning, I began coming and Paige climaxed with me again as I released a flood of semen deep into her ass.

As I finished, I collapsed onto her then looked back over at the trio next to us. Blaine grimaced as Rex pulled his thick meaty cock from his ass then collapsed on the bed next to him and Pedro.

"Holy shit that was fucked up," I breathed as I saw Paige watching me with a content smile plastered on her face.

"You've got an awesome cock."

"Thanks," I breathed suddenly feeling the need to shower and wash the evening away. "I'm gonna get cleaned up."

Shifting off the bed, I padded toward the bathroom with my spent cock swinging between my legs. "Sure you don't care to join us?" Pedro offered.

"Yeah. It'll be fun," Rex added.

Blaine eyed my cock with fear.

"No—I'm good guys," I replied.

As I was about to close the door, I heard Paige tell Blaine. "Get over here and clean me up."

Stopping in the doorway, I watched Blaine groan as he pushed himself off the bed then move over to the other bed. Paige thrust her ass in the air and I watched in shock as Blaine buried his face in his wife's ass to begin lapping my cum from her. Shaking my head in disbelief, I closed the bathroom door behind me as I tried to block out the depravity going on in the other room.

Turning on the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror then at my cock still glistening with lube and Paige's cum. It had been the strangest night of my life but oddly worth it. Stepping under the needle-like spray, I let the hot water wash my sins and the debauchery away.

Cleaned, I stepped out of the shower and toweled off before heading back to the room. I had decided it was time to dress and get out of there.

I found Blaine and Paige alone. He lay on the bed with his asshole glistening with a white load of semen leaking from him and his face coated in mine, Pedro's, and Paige's cum. It all seemed surreal as Paige stroked her husband's hair lovingly.

"You two are crazy," I offered as I padded toward my pile of clothes with my cock swaying pendulously.

"Maybe but you do have an amazing cock," Paige replied. "Plus—you had fun."

"I did at that," I told her as I picked up my shorts.

"Nights not over yet," she offered. "Both Pedro and Rex said Blaine gave awesome head."

"Good for them," I replied.

"Why don't you find out." Stopping, I stared at her in disbelief.

"I'm not gay."

"Neither is Blaine." I studied the pair and noted her husband now eyeing my cock like it would be his last meal. "Go on. Skull fuck him. Skull fuck my husband."

My jaw dropped. Despite the evening, I'd have never thought I'd hear something like that coming out of a woman's mouth. Especially one that looked like Paige.

"What? No—what?"

"Oh, go on. Stay the night and you can fuck me in the morning. I want to watch him swallow that huge black cock of yours."

Blaine slid off the bed to kneel dutifully in front of me. Obviously, he was now into the evening as much as she was. I was starting to as my cock responded.

"Why the fuck not?" I replied as I dropped my shorts and stepped toward him.

As his lips stretched taut around my thick girth, I sucked in a ragged breath as my cock hardened. "Fuck he is good."

"Rumor has it," Paige commented playfully as she shifted to the edge of the bed to watch the action more closely.

My cock was reaching full size despite the fact that it was in another man's mouth. Blaine really was good, better than his wife, in fact. I started ramming my cock into the back of his throat making him gag.

"Yeah. Just like that," Paige breathed.

"This is so fucked up," I groaned as I took Blaine's head in my hands and his wife watched.

I began skull fucking him and it was the weirdest night of my life. However, I decided then and there that you only go around once.

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The Word Was Out by Casey Holt
http://www.medium.com/@casey-holt-erotica/the-weirdest-night-of-my-life-part-1-67c7c1b5c54f

"Oh hi," I said as I looked out the door searching for her parents, not expecting her to be alone.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure," I stood aside to let her in. "Is everything all right? Your mom and dad?"

"They're fine," Marley grinned and I noticed her blushing as I closed the door and waited for her to tell me why she'd showed up on my doorstep.

"I have something to ask you… " she began.

"Go for it."

I'd known Marley and her family for years. Still, I was curious why she had shown up at my house alone. In the 23 years that I'd known her—her whole life in fact—she had never come to my house on her own.

"Well, I overheard my aunt talking with some of her friends," Marley paused and it was clear she was losing courage about the reason for her visit.

"And?" I was getting more curious by the moment.

"Is it true you have a really big cock," Marley finally blurted out.

Blowing out a long breath, I looked down at her as my mind raced. How did that group of women know I was well endowed? Then it dawned on me. I had recently had a fling with a mutual friend. Apparently, the ladies had been talking.

"Well—I don't know," I tried to think my way out of the conversation.

"They also said you really knew how to use it. Like, you're really good in bed."

My mouth dropped open. It was a conversation that I never thought I'd be having with Marley.

"What does this have to do with you?" I asked her and watched her turn beet red.

"I wanted to know if you'd—if you'd, well—if you want to fuck me."

With it out in the open, she smiled demurely up at me. My mind was racing. It would be a breach of trust to sleep with the younger woman. I'd known her parents for years. Then again, an opportunity like that only comes along once in a while. Plus, she was gorgeous. Dark hair framed her face. Deep blue eyes searched mine and her body was petite yet curvy. She was a little babydoll.

"No one could ever know," I finally told her cautiously and watched her visibly relax.

"Never."

"Ever." When she nodded eagerly up at me, I relented. "Okay," I said as I reached for her hand to lead her to the bedroom.

Beside the bed, I took her in my arms and kissed her for the first time ever. It felt strange and awkward but as her body melted against mine, my cock began the long process of lumbering to full size. Peeling off her clothes piece by piece, I matched them with my own until we both stood almost naked before each other, alternating kisses with stripping.

Her panties were last, followed by my shorts. As they slid down my legs, Marley gasped as my cock came into view.

"You're huge."

"Your boyfriend's not?"

"Not even close," Marley purred as she reached for my oversized manhood and began stroking me with her small hands. She had a good touch and knew what she was doing as I kissed her again, then moved her to the bed.

"You're sure about this?" I asked her again as I positioned myself between her legs.

"God am I ever," she sighed before as I took my cock by the base and probed into her already-drenched sex.

"Very well," I whispered as I kissed her then thrust my cock as she gasped into my mouth and clung to me.

Settling into her to the hilt, I began thrusting. Marley clung to me like her life depended on it and emitted grunts and moans as I took her.

"Fuck me," she begged as I picked up the pace and her grip on my shoulders tightened.

Driving harder into her, I was determined to give her the best orgasm of her young life. With her cunt pulsing around my sex, I drove her higher and higher until she cried out and arched her back in orgasmic bliss. As she peaked violently, Marley collapsed back onto the bed drenched in sweat. Between my knees, the bed was soaked with her cum.

"That was incredible," she breathed as I slowed to let her recover.

"Let's roll you over."

Rising off her, I moved her onto her hand and knees to knead her ass as I took my position behind her. Probing my cock back into her, Marley balled the sheets in her tiny fists as I began thrusting savagely.

"You're so huge," she moaned.

Squeezing her ass around my cock, I began driving into her mercilessly. Her grunts turned to moans as I bottomed out in her, then to cries of pleasure as another orgasm started to shatter her.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Don't stop! Please!" She screamed as she climaxed, and her body convulsed under my tight grip on her hips.

As I drove harder into her, another orgasm followed the last and Marley was wailing through it. "Come with me!" she cried. "I can't take much more!"

Not wanting to disappoint, I released a torrent of semen deep inside her. Flooding her womb, my cock throbbed as I injected the young woman with what felt like a gallon of semen. The force of my orgasm surprised even me and as I collapsed over top of her completely spent, I was wondering if I had secretly been wanting her as much as she had been me. Finally, I pulled my spent cock from her for it to fall heavy and soaked between my legs.

"That was amazing," Marley breathed as she crashed onto the bed.

"Come back any time," I told her. "We'll do this again."

"I'd love that," she purred.

"Seriously. Come anytime. There's a spare key under the door mat."

Marley grinned up at me. That's exactly what she would do.

Several weeks later, I pulled into my drive. I had gotten used to finding Marley's car parked there sometimes when I came home. The afternoon always proved to be fun and exciting when she showed up. However, this time there was a car I didn't recognize in the driveway as I climbed out of mine. As I unlocked the front door, I was curious about who it was.

"Hello?" I called as I shut the door behind me.

"Up here," a woman's voice called back to me.

Climbing the stairs, I was wondering who it could be and why. It sounded like it had come from my bedroom. As I pushed the door open, I stopped in shock.

On the bed, a woman was on her hands and knees, topless, with her ass presented to me. I looked at her dark nipples as her breasts hung pendulously below her. The broad expanse of her plump ass was covered by a pair of leopard print panties that encased the large round ass beautifully. The woman turned to me with a grin. I recognized her instantly.

"Well—hi, Harper."

"Marley told me all about you," she gave me a sly half-smile.

"She wasn't supposed to tell anyone," I told her.

"Just me, that I'm aware of."

"I see."

She waggled her plump ass at me. "Care to give me a try with that huge cock?"

I was already stripping off my clothes. "Apparently the younger generation talks just as much as the older women do in your family."

"What are cousins for? Marley tells me everything." She grinned as I stripped, then she gushed, "Oh my," as my cock came into view. "It is true."

"Aren't you married with kids and all that?" I asked as I took my position behind her and ripped her panties down over her thick hips and thighs.

"And they're not here right now, but that huge cock of yours is," Harper moaned as I probed my bulbous cockhead into her already soaked slit. She gasped as I slid into her. "And I want you to finish in my ass."

I wasn't about to let any of the ladies down. Apparently, the word was out about my big cock and my skill with it, and I was going to take full advantage of the situation.

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We Weren't Swingers but Apparently My Wife Was Willing to Learn by Casey Holt
http://www.myerotica.com/we-werent-swingers-but-apparently-my-wife-was-willing-to-learn-a5d83a21f9b5
It only took one couple to change our minds.

The couple walked into the bar and the woman's gaze immediately settled on Kathy. She made a beeline for us as her husband followed behind. Ignoring me completely, the petite redhead stopped next to Kathy.

"I want to fuck the shit out of you."

Taken aback, my normally reserved wife gawked at the woman in shock for a moment not comprehending what she had just heard. She'd never been propositioned before.

"W—What?" Kathy finally blurted out.

"Oh, you heard me," the redhead told her as she pulled out the chair next to my wife and sat down. The burly biker-looking guy sat next to me. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

"I'm Russ," her husband told me as he offered me a meaty paw, and stunned, I looked at him as I shook it while casting glances at his gorgeous wife. "This is my wife, Janet."

"I—I don't understand?" Kathy stuttered as we both stared wide-eyed at the woman leaning toward her. She was truly gorgeous.

Russ explained, "We come down here a couple of weekends a month. We ride the Harley usually. Also, we usually don't even need to get a room." He leaned toward me. "Let me tell you—if your wife agrees to fuck Janet, my wife will give you both a show that you've never even dreamed of. Your wife here—" He nodded at Kathy.

"—Kathy," I told him and received a look filled with daggers.

"Will have the most screaming orgasms that she's ever had in her life."

"We're not swingers," my wife corrected him tersely.

"But we're willing to learn," I added quickly and again was given a scornful look. Despite that, the thought of watching my wife with another woman was sounding better and better.

The other couple laughed at Kathy's reaction but my wife didn't. "Joe? Can I have a word with you? Now."

"Yes, dear." I nodded to our new friends as my wife stood up and pulled me aside.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.

"Just making a joke," I shrugged. "They seem harmless."

"I'm not sleeping with another woman," she scolded. "And we're certainly not going to give them a room for the weekend."

"All women are just two drinks away from a girl-on-girl encounter, honey," Janet said, smiling up at us. "Sorry," she added with a shrug, "we can still hear you."

Kathy pulled me farther away from the table and whispered, "I'm not having sex with either of them."

I eyed the other couple. "She really seems to want to."

"Let her. We're not doing it. I'm going to get my purse. Then we can go for a nice walk on the beach. I'll meet you outside," Kathy told me firmly as she pushed me toward the door, duly chastised.

Outside, I headed for the beach to wait for my wife. The din from the bar faded as the crashing of the waves drowned it out. Taking off my shoes, I wandered toward the water's edge and stared out into the inky darkness. The smell of the salt air relaxed me and I chuckled to myself as I thought about the proposition my wife had just received.

Losing track of time as I mused, I wandered slowly down the beach forgetting life for a moment. Finally glancing at my watch, I realized it had been half an hour since I had left her, and Kathy still hadn't come out. Hurrying back toward the resort, I headed straight for the bar and found our table empty. Panic gripped me.

Racing, I sprinted for our room to see if she had gone up to bed without me. Worry and fear flooded through me. As I swiped the keycard, I threw the door open and stopped dead.

Russ was kneeling on our bed completely naked as he thrust his huge erection into my wife from behind. Kathy's face was buried between Janet's legs and the petite redhead was holding Kathy's head like a vice as she ground her face into her cunt.

"Hey buddy," Russ said when he noticed me watching them. I quickly shut the door behind me. "It's about time you joined us."

"What?—How?—When?—Kathy?" I stammered.

My wife never came up for air as Janet flexed her hips faster and I watched her entire body go rigid. Letting out a loud cry, she climaxed as my wife satisfied her. Kathy was moaning into the other woman's sex as she was fucked from behind by the big-cocked biker. Between Russ's body and my wife's ass, I saw his meaty cock pounding into her.

"Janet's already made Kathy come twice. Your wife came so loud the neighbors pounded on the wall," Russ laughed as he thrust savagely into Kathy. "Your wife's quite the screamer."

Blinking, I watched the three going at it.

As she was fucked, Kathy moaned louder and I watched the flex of her hips as her ass moved in waves with each loud smacking thrust into her. She climaxed again as she lapped at Janet's clit.

"Holy fuck," I muttered as I watched them.

"You better get in there, bud. You won't regret it. Let me tell ya—Janet can suck start my Harley."

Still not believing what I was witnessing, I tore my clothes off then climbed on the bed by Janet's head. She turned to me and opened her mouth waiting for my more modestly sized cock to probe into her lips. They enveloped me like a warm wet tunnel as she took me into her mouth, and I started thrusting.

Behind Kathy, Russ was fucking her brutally and my wife was enjoying every second of it. I wasn't sure what had happened or what had been said to change her mind but from the looks of things, my wife was enjoying fucking the two. Below me, Janet was sucking my cock like a pro and I was already struggling to hold back my orgasm.

"Why don't we get the girls into a sixty-nine," Russ offered as he slowed his cock slamming into my wife.

He pulled out of Kathy, and she finally came up for air. "Oh, hi honey." Janet's juices were smeared across her chin as she grinned up at me.

"Hi babe," I replied as she was maneuvered onto her back and Janet took me from her lips to roll on top of my wife.

"Go ahead, fuck Janet," Russ told me as the women re-entangled themselves.

I straddled my wife's head as she began lapping at Janet's cunt again. Not wasting any time, I plunged my cock into a woman other than my wife for the first time in fifteen years of marriage. Taking Janet's tight round ass in my hands, I began slamming my cock into her as I looked down below us to see my beautiful wife probing her tongue into Janet's slit. My balls grazed Kathy's nose as I thrust, and I couldn't believe what was happening.

Next to Janet, Russ knelt with his heavy cock swaying in front of him and I glanced at it noting its long length was coated with my wife's glistening cum. I also couldn't believe that something that large had just been inside her. Still, determined to not let the night go to waste, I fucked Russ's wife as hard as I could, determined to give her as good as my wife had just got.

The ladies climaxed two more times as I fucked Janet and I even dared to probe a thumb into her asshole. It only made her moan louder on Kathy's cunt as she pleasured my wife far better than I ever dreamed of doing. Russ had been right. The show the girls were putting on was incredible. He stopped the action long enough to roll the women over putting Kathy on top. His huge cock was back impaling my wife moments later and I was left jerking off to the side as the three of them fucked.

I had never heard my wife scream as loud as she did when Russ fucked her with Janet below her licking her clit. The pair of delicate hands grasping Kathy's soft hips had me mesmerized as another couple continued fucking my wife. She climaxed twice more as I stared at them in disbelief.

"Fuck!" Kathy cried out as she had yet another screaming orgasm. Her screams then turned to a steady wail as she came even harder and the people in the next room started pounding on the wall again.

It was too much for me. Jerking off, I came thickly on Janet's thigh unsure of where to shoot my load.

"Already, bud?" Russ asked as he continued pounding into my wife.

He slowed a second later to let Kathy rest then pulled out of her. His cock was again coated with her cum as she rolled off Janet, then the redhead crawled back between Kathy's legs. Kathy was instantly off and running again as another orgasm started to build with Janet eating her.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! She's so fucking good!" Kathy screamed as Janet probed her fingers inside her and lapped hungrily at her clit.

"I can't believe this," I muttered, willing my cock to get hard again so I could get back in the action.

"Believe it. I told you Janet would give you a show you'd never forget," Russ told me as he prepared to fuck his own wife.

"How did this even start?" I asked as he positioned himself behind Janet and plunged his huge cock into her ass. It was already slick with her cum from me and Kathy fucking her.

"Janet can be very persuasive," Russ told me. "Plus, after Kathy calmed down, it didn't take much convincing." He slammed his cock into Janet harder. "Mostly, it just took me telling her she'd have more orgasms than she ever dreamed of and the fact that I have an eight-inch cock."

My jaw dropped hearing him tell how easily the tryst had started as my wife climaxed yet again and the neighbors pounded harder on the wall as she screamed.

"I can't fucking believe this," I repeated for the umpteenth time.

"Believe it," Russ told me then groaned, "Oh fuck. I'm coming too."

Groaning loudly, he filled Janet's ass with cum as she licked faster at Kathy's clit. Collapsing next to me on the bed, Russ and I watched the two women as they continued fucking.

"Janet will do this all night with her," he told me casually as he panted with his sticky cock still in hand.

"I can believe that," I replied we both watched the girls.

Just as Russ said, the two ladies fucked all night with us guys joining in off and on as we were able. Kathy and I hadn't been swingers when we flew down to the Keys for a vacation, but it only took one night with Janet and Russ to change that. Apparently, we both were more than willing to learn.