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Cuckold Cronicle

The first time another man's cock passed the threshold of my wife's
labia, I was overcome with feelings of jealousy, inadequacy and fearful
anxiety. My heart was palpitating irregularly, my breathing rapid and
shallow, my tongue dry and thickening in my esophagus when the turgid
penis wiggled its way through her tight vaginal opening which had never
previously been tested by such large intruder. In retrospect, I can now
recall my testicles withdrawing from their home in my scrotal sac to an
unknown space between my anus and prostate. My own dick was rigid, but
amazingly thin and small.

With the passage of time, these feelings have evolved into a sublime
state of abject submission and humiliation. With subjugation comes
peace. Now, the fireworks that clouded my brain on that first night have
been replaced with an almost intoxicating reaction triggered by the
realization that Beth's legs are spread wide before another man's
erection, her vaginal secretions flowing in anticipation of the
adulterous coupling. From experience, I know that Beth's labia are
swollen and engorged and her nipples erect. Later, the culmination of
this addicting cycle will again be fulfilled when I return to my marital
bed to find Beth flush from innumerable climaxes, her pussy pouting and
distended with sperm laden semen flowing.

 

I have often wondered whether we are really the masters of our own
destiny or whether our life events are preordained. I suspect the latter.

Beth and I married at a relatively young age. I was only 21, and she 20.
Amazingly for our modern times, Beth was a bona fide virgin. I wasn't. I
had slept with two other girlfriends before. Each time, I must confess,
sex was initiated by my girlfriends. I was not particularly skilled or
adept at seduction. It was over almost as soon as it started. Shortly
after each sexual escapade, my girlfriends broke up with me. I
rationalized that these disappointing relationships led me to Beth.

Beth is a wholesome beauty. She has blondish, auburn hair and a face
that would be at home in a "Drink Milk" ad or a PTA promotion. She is 5
ft 8 inches tall, and about 118 lbs with a 35B bust and a really nice butt.


Beth

I suppose we are a perfect, all-American couple [except for the radical
deviation that our sex life has taken]. I'm blonde, 5 ft 10 inches and
about 145 lbs. Suffice to say that I am rather slight in build, but I
have very fine features that always attracted the teenage girls when I
was growing up. My lack of athleticism always strained my relationships
with other guys. I was always in awe of the football players with their
muscular bulk, facial hair and swaggering air.

Our courtship was also the epitome of middle America. When Beth and I
would neck, we would generally French kiss mostly. Occasionally, I would
feel her breasts, always through her bra. On a couple on randy dates, I
slipped my hand between Beth legs. Her crotch was always very warm, but
she would remove my roving hand before I could really accomplish
anything. Beth is such a sweet person, I always felt guilty when I tried
to take advantage of her. Admittedly, I'm not very aggressive ...I'm a
nice guy.

At the time, I thought our Wedding night was normal. With my "vast"
experience, I took the lead. Beth was ravishing in her white negligee. I
kneaded her breasts for about 3 minutes before I slipped the transparent
covering off Beth's alabaster skin. My heart skipped a beat when I first
saw her reddish, blonde pubic hair and her perfectly pure pussy. It was
magnificent with it's pink labia lips identifying the road to her womb.
Her pussy was pouch-like, seemingly beckoning the deposit of a man's seed.

Of course, that was not to be on our Wedding night. We were too young to
immediately start a family. I hurriedly opened a condom and rolled it
onto my dick. Instantly, I moved between Beth's legs and slid between
her heated folds. Despite what I had been led to believe about virgins,
there was really no problem as my sheathed penis entered her vagina.
Immediately, Beth's breathing increased and she instinctively rolled her
pelvis upward. What an incredible feeling! I ejaculated into the latex
rubber.

After our Wedding night, I improved my endurance somewhat. I got to the
point where I could thrust about in Beth's vagina for a good five
minutes before soiling the condom with my semen. Not knowing any better,
I thought myself quite a lover. I think Beth did too. And, so, we
settled down into a normal marital life.

 

Having done my husbandly duty as a lover, I began to focus on fulfilling
my husbandly duty of providing for Beth. I landed a job in insurance
sales. Our office was run by James Johnson, a rather imposing black man
who stood at least 6 ft 3 inches and must have weighed in at 240 lbs.
The office was organized with five managers, each responsible for four
salesmen. I didn't think I would be particularly compatible with the two
senior managers, both typical 50 year-old, chain smoking, pot bellied
fellows racing towards an early coronary. The only woman manager was
reputed to be a ball-busting bitch. So, I counted myself lucky to be
assigned to Ron, a 30 year old black guy who seemed to be a go-getter.
He had dark good-looks, brown eyes and a full mustache. His physique,
although not as impressive as Mr. Johnson's, also was rugged. I learned
that Ron had played college football at Mr. Johnson's alma mater.

Ron is a very outgoing person; he has a dynamic aura that has helped him
succeed in the insurance sales rat-race. To my good fortune, Ron took a
serious interest in me and seemed determined to perform his role as a
mentor.

Our debriefings would occur on an almost daily basis at O?Malley?s, a
local watering hole, which I soon learned was a bit of a meat market.
Ron would meet with each of his four charges for half-hour rehashings of
the day?s efforts. Due to my lack of seniority, my slot was last usually
not starting until six thirty or seven o?clock. By then, the women in
their tight skirts would be filing in, in search of one of the
professional men who patronized the bar.

Ron was very diligent in teaching me the ropes. He would show me how to
pitch the product by using me as a prospective buyer. Often, I found
myself completely enthralled with Ron?s charismatic appeal and
penetrating brown eyes, to the point of almost pulling out my own check
book to buy the insurance. After many early miscues and failures, Ron
realized my strengths and weaknesses. Simply stated, I could not sell to
men. I lacked the necessary bravado. Ron said that men could sense
weakness in my eyes; thus, never allowing me to close the deal.
Likewise, had no success with younger housewives. Oh, sure, I could get
in the door with my boyish good-looks, but after listening to my pitch,
they would be so at ease, that they had no difficulty putting me off or
just flat saying, no thank you. Ron, said he had never seen anything
quite like it. He finally suggested that I focus on older couple and
widows, who, because of my non-threatening demeanor, would almost adopt
me as their surrogate grandson. The commissions started rolling in.

Good thing, too. The stress of failure was taking its toll on me. After
a day of rejection, I would go home to find Beth, supportive as always,
eager to do her wifely duties. Frequently, I just couldn?t perform. My
mind would replay the failures of the day and my penis would seem to
retreat into my groin. Not wanting to let Beth down, I began to explore
the world of cunnilingus. Admittedly, I had only heard of the practice
before our marriage, but it seemed like a natural thing to do.
Particularly, when nuzzling against Beth?s down-soft pubic hair,
allowing my tongue to dart around her opening, I was in heaven. I even
found a bump on the top of Beth?s crotch that was quite sensitive to my
tongue?s ministrations. Later, of course, I realized that I had found
her clitoris.

My muff diving seemed to take the edge off for Beth, and it also saved
money on condoms.

With my marketing niche now set, Ron?s mentoring grew more diverse and
sociable. At first, Ron talked extensively about his glory days as a
football star. Unfortunately, I had little to share in the sports
department. Eventually, Ron sensed that I was not much of a sports buff,
and he began to speak of his exploits with the ladies. It seems that Ron
was quite a rounder, no doubt due in large part to his status as the
star football jock. On this topic, I listened with rapt attention.

Ron was exceedingly explicit as he recounted his conquests. He relished
telling how he would make his ?pitch? to the girl. Slowly, manipulating
her with words and actions until he had her bra off and his fingers
working the sopping crotch of her panties.

?Now, don?t get me wrong, Jeff? Ron said, ?I like a blow job just as
much as the next guy. But, there is no greater satisfaction than plowing
the fertile fields between the wide stretched legs of a hot slut.?

?In fact,? Ron confided, ?the greatest thrill is sliding into a woman
who belongs to another guy. I guess it?s just my sense of challenge,?
Ron mused. ?You know, Jeff, that?s what got me into trouble. I decided
to make a play on my college team mate?s girlfriend, the head
cheerleader. She was blond, with a great rack and legs that never
stopped. My buddy had been dating her for three years and she would only
give him hand-jobs because she was ?saving herself for marriage??.

?Well, following our homecoming in my Junior year, the whole team went
to a frat party after the game.? Ron continued, ?my buddy, Joe, had
consumed the better part of a keg all by himself. He passed out leaving
Linda Swenson, the head cheerleader, alone, pissed off and slightly
inebriated herself. I saw my chance and I went for it. After a couple of
slow dances where I was rubbing her crotch with my leg, I guided her to
one of the bedrooms where we started some heavy petting. I worked her
out of her bra and after not taking ?no? for an answer about six times,
I got my hand between her legs. My efforts on the dance floor as well as
my sucking on her nipples really was doing the job, if you know what I
mean.?

Well, not really knowing what he meant, I grunted, ?Oh, yeah sure.?

At this point, I realized that I had one of the hardest boners I had had
for many months. Thankfully, Ron went on with the story,

?I slide my thumb into the elastic of her dripping panties and exposed
her pussy. It was beautiful, flaxen blond muff with pink lips. As I
played with her engorged labia and massaged her clit, she started a low
moan. As my fingers made their way around the opening to her puaay, I
could feel a tightness. She really was a virgin. I knew that I would
have to loosen her up good if I was going to get my cock inside her. You
see, Jeff, I have one of those extra-large models that scare the shit
out of women, but keeps them begging for more.?

My minds eye went wild with that image. Since I was never into sports
the only other dicks I had ever seen were in the gym shower with other
non-jock guys. While a few were larger than my five inches, there were
none that put it to shame. I wondered whether he was just
over-exaggerating, or whether the stories of guys with really huge cocks
was true.

?After working her pussy over really well, I was able to slip three
fingers in her vagina, when I did she bucked like a bronco and came all
over my hand. It was then I could feel her hymen give way and her
channel opened further. When my fourth finger went in, she had another
orgasm, and I knew she was ready.? Ron paused. ?I had a rubber in my
wallet, but something inside me wanted to feel the warm silkiness of her
pussy while I shot my load where no other load had ever been.?

?Man, it was intense, as each inch disappeared inside her pussy until
all eleven inches were buried!?

Eleven inches! Shit! I thought. It must be an exaggeration.

?Since she was so tight I knew I wouldn?t last long, so I began to
pounding away. I could feel my cock hit her cervix on each thrust. She
was moaning with deep guttural sounds, and grabbing on to my ass for all
she was worth. My balls drained completely as my cock erupted in her no
longer virgin pussy. Remarkably, I was even able to get it up again, and
I fucked her doggy-style. Again, I emptied a load of sperm into to her
pristine hole.?

?Then, I pulled out and let Linda collapse, face first, into the bed. I
reveled in my work. Linda?s little pink pussy was ravaged. I had laid
waste to it. Her labia were red and swollen with a huge gap signaling
the entrance to her vagina. There were friction burns on the insides of
her thighs and my semen oozed from the cavern of her womb.?

Ron paused, closing his eyes as he was visualizing the memory. ?This was
never again going to be a pert, tight, school girl pussy. This was a
used and abused cunt of a slut. Boy, did it feel great!?

After another pause, I put aside the image Ron had described so vividly
long enough to ask: ?Well, sounds like you had a great time. How this
get you into to trouble??

?Knocked her up ... the very first time,? Ron replied. ?Probably should
have used a rubber. But, then again, it wouldn?t have had the same
intensity.?

?So what happened,? I asked.

?Well, it was a little different than other times when I knocked up one
night stands. Here, I had stolen the virginity of the head cheerleader,
my buddy?s long-time girlfriend, and impregnated her in the process.
Since we were both pretty high profile on campus, I really didn?t have
any other choice; we got married. I think you met Linda at the company
picnic last month.?

Boy, was that a shocker. I never dreamt that the lovely woman Ron had
introduced as his wife was the same person that he described being
debauched. It made the story all too real and personal.

?Yeah,? I responded, ?She is a lovely woman.?

?After we got married, it just wasn?t the same. Sure, she wanted sex a
lot once she?d had eleven inches of my prime sirloin ramming in and out
of her pussy. But, the experience was lacking for me. No challenge. No
sense conquest. No illicitness. The closest I ever came to getting
really charged up was after Linda had our first child. She didn?t want
to get pregnant immediately, so she went on the pill. After about three
months of going through the motions, I was getting frustrated and angry.
I don?t know what possessed me, but I removed her birth control pills
and substituted Tic-Tac breath mints. Suddenly, when I knew that she was
unknowingly fertile, there returned a thrill as I pounded away at her
pussy aware that my sperm was attacking her unprotected womb....Boy, was
she surprised when she got pregnant again!?

Ron paused, almost whimsically. ?Of course, after four kids, even that
thrill gets a little old.?

?Gee, Ron, I?m sorry.? I tried to be empathetic.

?Ah, Hell, Jeff, I?m a survivor. I learn to adapt.?

?What do you mean ?adapt???

?Look, Jeff, I hope this doesn?t shock you, but I fuck around on Linda.
No don?t get me wrong, I have no intentions of leaving her and the kids,
but my sense of mental and physical well being necessitates a little
flexibility.?

This was the kind of revelation that I really wasn?t prepared for. I
guess I was flattered that Ron felt comfortable enough with me to
confide such a secret. Yet, deep dark secrets of the sexual kind were
not my specialty.

?Nowadays, just to take the edge off, I?ll bed a virginal young lass
just to re-experience the memory of defiling a tight, unworldly snatch.
I?ve found that I can still really seduce the naive ones just like I did
in college. There is really a sense of accomplishment when I pull my
deflating cock out of a young, relatively inexperienced pussy, look down
and see the ravaged labia lips, distended and gaping like a twenty
dollar whore.?

It was obvious that Ron was relishing every word. He certainly did have
a way of painting a picture. I found myself visualizing his massive cock
invading a girl?s tiny little hole. I could almost picture the sight of
a tight pussy surrendering to Ron?s onslaught. My own less than
prodigious member was straining against my underwear as I savored the
mental image of his massive dick withdrawing from a battered and spoiled
cum-soaked pussy. Suddenly, a cold and tingling chill came over me... I
realized that the pussy I was visualizing was the only one that I had
recently seen, Beth?s inviting vagina. The realization left me woozy and
feeling disoriented.

My ears slowly stopped ringing and I heard Ron continuing midway with
his sordid confession.

?...never knocked one up though. It seems that all woman, no matter how
naive, are on the pill these days. Boy, that would really be a rush,
though, to be able to bang away at a fertile little pussy.?

Still, unbalanced and not thinking clearly, I heard my own voice confide
that Beth was not on the pill.

?No shit!? Ron replied. ?Why not??

?Ah, she?s worried about the health risk.? I stammered.

?Hmm, what do you do to keep from knocking her up all the time??

For some reason, I couldn?t stop myself from now telling Ron everything
private about my relationship with my wife. ?Well, when we.. you
know...do it, I use a rubber. Lately, though, with all the work stress,
I haven?t been performing very well, so ... um...I kind of just do her...?

?Oh, you mean muff dive.? Ron responded smiling.

?Yeah,...muff dive...that?s right.?

I then found myself recounting my rather limited history of being a Don
Juan. I surprised myself by my candor. I admitted being rather inept at
seduction and not very experienced in the sack prior to marriage.

?Well, I?m sure that Beth helped you out though.? Ron was testing. I
could sense it.

?No, not really. She was a virgin.?

Seeing Ron?s arched eyebrows, I became more insistent. ?No. She really
was a virgin!?

?How about that Jeff--boy. You and I have something in common. We bedded
the only two adult virgins in the Western world.?

It was getting late, and my rapidly returning sense of decorum told me
that I had already said too much. ?Ron, thanks for the beers, but I got
to be going right after I hit the head.?

?Right you are, Jeff. I?ve got to bleed the old lizard too, so we can
head out together.?

When we walked into the restroom, I was frustrated to see that all the
stalls were occupied. I?m kind of shy, and don?t like to use urinals.
But, nature was calling ... no, screaming, so I lined up at the urinal
next to Ron. As I fished around in my pants trying to extract my dick, I
glanced over and saw the star of all of Ron?s stories. Even flaccid, it
looked like a dangling fire hose compared to my little straw which
barely peeped out of my fly. I then looked up and saw that Ron was also
sneaking a peek. When our eyes met, he just winked and began to whistle.

Ironically, that night was a Thursday night, which had become sort of a
traditional night for me to take the ?edge off? Beth?s sexual anxiety.
After the goings on at the pub, and particularly the humiliating episode
in the john, I knew there would be no way that I could perform in the
conventional fashion. So, at bedtime, I assumed the position under the
sheets with my head between Beth?s thighs. For some reason, I paid
particular attention as my tongue swirled around her vulva, darting in
and out of her natural crevasses. Tactically, it was an extraordinary
feeling: the softness of her intimate membranes, the down-like pubic
hair brushing my cheeks, the warmth radiating from within her vagina,
and the slick juices that flowed forth in musky lust.

As I ministered to Beth?s desires, my mind returned to the visions
created by Ron?s salacious tales. To be sure, the taut pussy upon which
my lips were affixed was just the kind that Ron had described as the
target of his rampaging penis. As I sucked and slurped in increasing
tempo matching Beth?s rolling pelvis, I couldn?t imagine how such a
delicate little opening could accommodate such an intruder. Yet, as
Beth?s breathing became more labored, the image of Ron?s oversized
phallus forcing its way between these diminutive labia, pounding deep to
the entrance of the womb only to draw back for a final thrust, exploding
in virile semen, was all-consuming. Just as Beth bucked ferociously
against my face in one of most intense orgasms, I, too, realized that I
had climaxed: without need of any manual stimulation.

 

The next week, Ron was even more solicitous. On the one hand, I was
flattered. Yet, on the other hand, I was ill at ease and somewhat
suspicious of Ron?s motives.

During Tuesday evening?s debriefing at O?Malley?s, Ron surprised me with
praise.

?Yep, Jeff, everyone at the office are taking notice of you. While your
sales figures are not quite at quota, there is a definite positive
movement. It just goes to show that you have to identify your strong
suit ... that is targeting customers in their golden years. No doubt
about it, Jeffy, you have a way with the elderly.?

?Thanks, Ron. I have to thank you though. I never realized my strengths
or my weaknesses until you pointed them out.?

?Well, Jeff, the really good news is that we?re having a business ?meet
and greet? with the Intex Corporation this Friday. You know, the
standard cocktail party kind of thing. Its only supposed to be
management on our end, but each of us get to choose to bring a guest.
So, I chose you and your wife.? Ron was gleaming with charisma as he
extended the invitation.

Beth was excited to hear about this opportunity. It gave her a chance to
get dressed up and go out, and she also viewed it as a stepping stone in
my career.

All in all the party was a rather drab affair. I was worried that Beth
would be completely bored, particularly since Ron?s wife wasn?t feeling
well and had begged off for the evening. Ron was very conscious about
making sure that I met as many people as possible. Fortunately for me,
he also was kind enough to look after Beth while I was making business
small talk with a number of the ancient muckedy mucks from Intel.

As the event was winding down, Ron suggested that we three go out and
try to salvage the evening. Beth readily agreed. I guess I had forgotten
how little she got to go out. But, when we got to O?Malley?s we were
disappointed to discover that it was closed for a private party. Beth
was obviously disappointed, but then suggested that we go back to our
house for a night cap.

On the drive to our house, I looked over at my wife. Even though she had
had a number of mixed drinks at the cocktail party and was slightly
tipsy, she retained the air and appearance of an all-American girl. Once
back at the house, I made the rather frustrating discovery that our
vodka supply had only enough for two more drinks. Being ever the
Gentleman and host, I mixed drinks for Beth and Ron, and then headed out
to find a late-night liquor store. This quest took quite a while.

When I returned home, I don?t know what caused me to go around to the
back instead of just going in the front door. But, I did. As I walked
around on the patio, I could see in the brightly lit family room. I was
surprised to see Ron and Beth sitting very close together on our love
seat. Again, I don?t know why, but I hesitated.

I watched as Ron put his arm around Beth and pulled her closer.
Strangely, I was detached and wondered what it looked like for an
experienced man like Ron to put the moves on a girl. My own inadequacies
and inexperience in the seduction game only heightened my curiosity.

Amazingly, Beth had not recoiled when Ron?s arm went around her
shoulder. He began to lightly stroke Beth?s golden brown hair while
locking his eyes on hers as if in a staring contest. Ron then began
stroking the nape of her neck until his large hand was on her cheek. He
leaned ever closer while this was going on until, cradling her head in
his hand, he moved his lips the last few centimeters and met Beth?s
lips. Instinctively, Beth closed her eyes as her lips parted to allow my
boss?s tongue access to her mouth. The intensity of the kiss slowly
increased and I could see Beth?s jaw frantically working to respond to
Ron?s invading tongue. In an adroit manner, Ron had brought his other
hand up to the top of Beth?s blouse and began to knead her breasts
through the material. Despite the separating threads, Ron was quite
effective as I noticed Beth?s nipples straining through both the blouse
and her bra.

?Damn,? I thought, ?that?s how its done!?

With just his left hand, Ron was able to unbutton Beth?s blouse and
unhook her bra with his right hand. In just moments, during just one
kiss- albeit long and passionate- Ron had escalated the activity to
manipulation of my wife?s exposed breasts. Ron?s large hands looked
somehow out of place as they toyed and caressed Beth?s wholesome and
almost virginal breasts. Beth was breathing heavily, to the point where
she could not continue the deep French kissing. Ron expertly kept up the
assault on Beth?s senses so that she could not regroup and regain control.

When Ron?s left hand relented on its pinching of Beth?s nipples, it
dropped between Beth?s legs. Beth?s eyes seemed to enlarge, as if in
distress, but before she could utter any objection, Ron?s mouth had
covered Beth?s lips. Her body lifted up as if trying to escape, but Ron
was in control and did not allow her off the love seat. After another
couple of futile attempts to pull away, it was evident that Ron had
maneuvered his fingers inside Beth?s panties. Her body seemed to succumb
to the intimate intrusion.

?Jesus?, I thought, ?Ron?s gotten further in ten minutes, than I got
during our entire courtship.? Then it dawned on me, that Ron wasn?t
doing this with just any unattached women, he was doing it with my wife.

Yet, my jealousy was overcome by my complete awe of Ron?s technique. He
was doing things that I have never been able to do, despite the obvious
obstacles.

Before long, Beth?s body was slowly responding to Ron?s efforts by a
slow waving motion. Just as he seemed to bring Beth to the very point of
climax, he stopped and removed her white panties which were soaked
through in the crotch with her lubricating fluids. Yet, he didn?t allow
Beth enough time to come to her senses before he was busy at work on her
now exposed pussy.

It is hard to explain to someone who has never been in my position. The
sight was amazing. I had never had a clear vantage of my wife in the
throes of sexual abandon. Whenever I had been able to finger her pussy,
my eyes were generally closed as we were also kissing. Whenever I had
gone down on Beth, it was in the dark. Now, from about twenty feet away,
concealed in the night, I was able to see Beth?s legs spread and her
crotch splayed naked. It was truly a beautiful mound with her down-like,
honey brown tufts of pubic hair guarding her soft labia, the entrance to
her vagina and womb.

Again, the sight of Ron?s brutish hands caressing the milky skin of her
inner thighs was a contradiction in terms. But for, Ron?s salacious
presence, the picture of Beth?s partially naked torso could have been
the subject for a painting by one of the masters.

Ron was determined in his efforts to further arouse Beth and manipulate
her womanhood. It was readily apparent that Ron knew the lay of the land
between Beth?s legs. I was truly enthralled as he stroked her labia lips
with his fingers while diddling her clit. He alternatively pulled her
labia open and then closed again. As he did, Beth had her eyes closed
and her genitals began to react in a fashion that I had never seen. Her
labia began to puff and swell and grow red in color. Ron continued his
ministrations until he began to slide his middle finger in and out of
Beth?s vagina in a piston-like manner. This was causing Beth to breath
more deeply, and even though the closed windows of the family room
insulated sound, I could hear her moaning. I suppose this reaction was
not surprising since Ron?s middle finger was comparable in girth to my
erect penis.

After a couple more minutes, Ron slide a second finger-his index-inside
her noticeably stretching her hole wider. He continued as if performing
a massage of her most private parts, until he forced a third finger-his
ring finger, wedding ring and all-inside her now distended cunt. ?Cunt?
was a word that I had never previously used with Beth or even thought
about to describe her pussy until now. For me, it was almost an epiphany
as a watched Ron transform Beth?s little girl pussy into the cunt of a
woman. It was like watching time-elapsed photos of a flower as it blossoms.

The resulting picture was almost foreign to me. On occasion, I had
looked through a Hustler or Penthouse magazine and saw such a sight in
between the legs of the models. I always chalked it up to believing that
the models in those magazines must have been promiscuous whores. Yet,
now after only about 15 minutes, Ron had accomplished the same result
with my wife?s pussy.

With the intrusion of Ron?s third finger, Beth?s body spasmed and
jerked. She came violently.

As her lengthy orgasm plateaued, Ron moved away and stood up. I wasn?t
quite sure what he was doing until I saw him lower his pants. When he
did, I saw an tree-trunk jutting out where a dick should be. It was like
an oversized caricature of a cock. Proportionately larger than any penis
I had ever seen in a locker room, it was much thicker in girth than his
three fat fingers that were still dripping with Beth?s juices. In
length, I couldn?t even begin to estimate, but it did appear to easily
be more than twice the length of my erect member. At its end was a
bulbous tip with glistening fluids trickling from the slit.


When Beth opened her eyes and saw what dangled merely a few feet away
from her, Beth?s right hand shot between her legs and frantically rubbed
the enlarged and swollen folds of her pussy. She instantly convulsed in
a second, even stronger orgasm, yet never took her eyes off of Ron?s crotch.

I suppose the sight of Beth splayed mostly naked, frigging herself
before my boss?s engorged cock knocked some sense into me. I remembered
Ron?s stories at the pub about longing for a sense of sexual challenge.
I knew he was going to fuck my wife if I didn?t do something.

I hurried back around to the front door and fumbled for my keys.
Unintentionally, I made quite a bit of noise unlocking the front door.

?Hey, guys, I have returned!? I squeaked through my now dry throat as I
entered. I heard rustling and footsteps in the family room followed by
the slam of the door to the guest bathroom. When I got to the family
room, Ron was standing with his shirt half in and half out of his
slacks. There was an unmistakable bulge still obvious. Clearly, he was
not happy to see me at that moment.

?Gee, Jeff, it took you forever to find some booze. We thought you had
gotten lost.?

I then noticed Ron looking down at my pants. Self-conscious, I looked
down and saw the point of focus: a huge wet spot had eeked through from
my dick as I had watched the goings on from the patio.

I was embarrassed beyond description. When I finally raised my gaze from
my humiliating damp spot, Ron was smirking, in a knowing manner. As our
eyes met, he winked.

Horribly uncomfortable, I moved away and asked: ?Where?s Beth??

?Oh, she just said that she had to use the ladies room,? Ron replied.

 

Thankfully, Ron excused himself after one obligatory drink.
Interestingly. Beth gulped her gin and tonic down and retired to the
bedroom. I was still enthralled by the sight I had just witnessed and
looked forward to an opportunity to see Beth?s new ?cunt? up close and
personal.

In rote fashion, however, Beth turned off the bedroom light before
getting into bed. She was also wearing her billowing, knee-length cotton
nightgown. It was obvious that I would not get a sequel to the show I
had witnessed half an hour earlier through the French-Doors of my family
room.

Nonetheless, I was not to be denied. I made my normal ?move? by
beginning to massage her legs while moving the hem north. Fortunately,
her two earlier orgasms had not worn her out. Her crotch was radiating
heat as my face negotiated the dark road underneath the covers. When my
lips made contact it was heaven. The musky smell of her still sopping
opening was intoxicating. My tongue began to maneuver around what had
previously been familiar territory. But, now, everything seemed
different. There was far more skin and folds present. Beth?s reactions
were far more assertive than I had ever previously encountered. She
thrust her crotch forcefully into my face as I tongued her womanhood.
This resulted in my chin sliding into her vagina, a space that had never
been more than a couple on inches in circumference. I sucked and licked
with a vengeance as I replayed the images of Ron manipulating Beth in
our Family Room. I suspect that the same images were dancing through
Beth?s mind?s eye, as she ground herself shamelessly on my face.

She came violently, like she had done earlier under the control of Ron?s
hands. My face was soaked with Beth?s lubricating juices and I was
desperate to ejaculate again. I climbed between Beth?s legs and was
about to slide in when she grabbed my dick and said: ?Jeff, put on a
rubber first! You know better.?

?Sorry honey, I guess I got carried away?

I fumbled about and grabbed a condom pack, tore it open and rolled down
my prick as quickly as I could. I then thrust into Beth?s pussy. It was
open wider than ever before. While it was warm and wet, I felt little of
the friction to which I was accustomed. Beth seemed to sigh in a
disappointed manner as pumped her for all I was worth. Of course, I
didn?t last very long before I filled the reservoir at the end of the
prophylactic.

 

The next few days at work were awkward to say the least. Whenever I ran
into Ron, he seemed to have a knowing, predatory look in his eyes. I
felt almost as if he was sizing me up for the kill. Thankfully, he never
mentioned anything about that Friday night.

At O?Malley?s on Thursday evening, I found myself alone with Ron, after
the other sales reps made their exits. I was just about to join the last
departing employee when Ron ordered he and I another round of drinks.
Again, he had that look in his eyes.

?Well, Jeff, I?ve got good news to report about last Friday night.?

My heart almost leapt out of my chest! Surely, he couldn?t bring up the
fact that he had made the moves on Beth!

Ron paused sensing that I was extremely uncomfortable. He seemed to
relish my anxiety. My eyes darted around trying to escape Ron?s
penetrating gaze. Finally, I babbled, ?What do you mean, Ron?? - just to
break to silence.

?Oh, you should have an idea about what I am talking about, Jeff.?

?Look, Ron ...Friday is past history ... forgotten.?

Ron smiled and then made a quizzical look with his face. ?What do mean
Jeff? The new insurance policy with Nash better not be past history.
It?s one of the biggest pieces on business we?ve gotten in quite some
time. And, I think your presence at the party helped. I?ve told Old-Man
Johnson that too.?

?Oh, that?s great! I thought you were talking about something else.? I
replied.

?What would that be Jeff??

?Oh, nothing important.? I mumbled with my face obviously flushed with
embarrassment.

?Well, no need to talk about unimportant things, eh Jeffy?? Ron?s ruse
had worked. He had trapped me into signaling that I knew what had
happened between he and Beth, and perhaps most demoralizing, that I
wouldn?t do anything about it.

?Tell you what Jeff, Linda?s mother is going to visiting this weekend
and I really don?t like the broad. Why don?t I take you up on that offer
for dinner at your place??

?Offer...?? I stammered.

?Oh, I guess Beth was the one who actually offered. Tomorrow night would
be great. Say, about 6:30??

?Okay, sure, I guess.?

When I told Beth that Ron would be joining us for dinner, she seemed
somewhat surprised. She even asked me to give her a little more warning
next time before inviting the boss for dinner. I thought this was an odd
response since it was she who had extended the offer in the first place,
wasn?t it?

That night, in bed, I again dove beneath the covers, for my weekly ?take
the edge off for Beth? night. She was already wet between her legs as my
tongue darted to and fro. Interestingly, her womanhood had returned to
its normal pussy-like state after a couple of days. Beth was rather
forceful and again ground her pelvis into my face as I dutifully
performed my task. She bucked wildly when she came, and her eyes were
tightly shut when I emerged from under the covers.

I started to move between her legs, but before I could insert my
condom-covered penis into her hot and wet opening, she grabbed my
erection and said: ?Honey, not tonight, if its okay with you.?

Before I could register my dejection, Beth began stroking my dick
through the rubber with her hand taking the place of her tight vagina.
She had never had done this before, but she did it quite well. I shot my
load into the rubber within a couple of minutes and rolled over and fell
asleep.

To my relief, the Friday night dinner with Ron proceeded rather
uneventfully. I did notice that Beth was wearing one of her shortest
dresses, but she had certainly worn the dress in public before. She also
drank a little bit more wine than usual, but I chalked that up to her
embarrassment over what had transpired last week. Ron, on the other
hand, was refreshing normal and well behaved. Conversation was
essentially shop-talk intermingled with idle chitchat.

After we had finished the meal and retired to the family room, Ron?s
beeper suddenly went off. Ron cursed under his breath as he read the
number. ?Shit, its Derek Wilson at DRG Insurance. We?re trying to
finalize a big reinsurance deal. Mind if I use your phone.?

When Ron returned from the kitchen, he said: ?Sorry to have to pull rank
on you Jeff, especially on a Friday night, but that asshole Wilson says
he needs to have a copy of the draft policy faxed to him right now. I
think I may have put away one two many at dinner, so I probably
shouldn?t drive, particularly given my DUI history. So, I need you to go
into the office and fax it to him. The draft policy is on my desk. After
faxing it, you wait at the office for my call, just in case Wilson wants
some additional backup.?

I was dumbstruck. There wasn?t anything I could do unless I wanted to
lose my job and confess that I had seen what had gone on a week ago. I
looked at Beth, her eyes were as big as saucers, much like a deer caught
in the headlights of an oncoming truck. I kissed her goodbye on the
cheek and drove off toward the office. About a block down the street, I
stopped the car and decided to turn back. When I got to the house, I
lost my courage. Instead of pulling into the garage, I parked on the
street in front of a neighbors house. I felt a strange throbbing
sensation in my prostate as I approached the house. When I realized that
my penis was rock hard, I knew that I couldn?t go in the front door; I
slinked around to the back of the house.

Like the week before, the lights inside the house concealed my presence
in the darkness. While my conscious brain hoped that nothing would be
going on, another part of my body hoped to see a sequel. Apparently, Ron
had not made any move toward Beth before I got back. The sliding glass
doors were open a crack so I could hear what was going on inside.

Ron was sitting on the love seat while Beth sat on a chair. Ron said:
?Gee, Beth you look a little odd, are you okay??

?Yeah, I guess its just the wine. Its really going to my head.? Beth
replied.

?Well, why don?t you down that glass and join me over here??

Beth paused and I saw her look into Ron?s piercing stare. Without taking
her eyes off his, Beth reached down, picked up her wine glass and
guzzled its contents. She then got up and, with a slight wobble, made
her way over to the love seat. Ron brought his thumb to Beth?s lips and
wiped away the remnants of the wine. Then, he inserted his bulky thumb
into her mouth.

?Now, where did we leave off last time?? With his thumb in Beth?s mouth,
she really couldn?t respond. ?I think we were already working below the
waist, weren?t we??

Beth nodded an affirmative reply.

Ron reached his free hand between Beth?s legs and under her hem. To my
panic and pleasure, she made no effort to slam her legs shut. ?Ummm,
seems like its already a bit wet down here.? Ron observed.

Again, Beth nodded submissively.

?Why don?t you just remove those panties for me now, since they?ll only
get in the way.?

Beth lifted her butt off the love seat, reached underneath her dress and
slipped off a pair of frilly lace panties. I quickly recognized them as
being the same ones she wore under her wedding dress, but they now had a
very wet spot in the crotch.

?Now, Beth...? Ron cajoled, ?let?s skip the modesty this time. Why don?t
you just pull your dress up so I can see what I?m doing.?

Slowly, Beth inched the hem of her dress up until her mound was fully
exposed.

?Hmmm, looks like it closed back up after last time, I have to work on
it a bit. Why don?t you just place your leg over the arm of the love
seat to help the process.?

Again, I couldn?t believe my eyes, but Beth slung her right leg over the
arm widely exposing her pussy. Ron began massaging and manipulating her
labia and vagina. His fingers glistened with Beth?s lubricants as his
worked one finger ... then two ... and finally three into Beth?s vagina.
Once again Ron deftly transformed Beth?s demure pussy into an engorged
and beckoning pussy.

After Beth writhed in her first orgasm, Ron said: ?Boy, I?m getting a
little uncomfortable here. Judging from your reaction last time you
won?t mind if I let my horse breathe.? With that comment, Ron undid his
pants, lifted his ass off the cushion and slid his pants to the floor.
Springing forth was the same turgid, gargantuan cock that Beth and I saw
for the first time last week. I was amazed that it stood almost upright
despite its mass and girth.

When Beth saw Ron?s phallus, another wave of orgasm rolled through her
body. Ron then took Beth?s hand and placed it on his erection and went
back to work diddling Beth?s swollen clit. Beth?s hand could not wrap
all the way around Ron?s shaft. She began to explore the ridges and
dimensions of Ron?s cock as Ron coaxed multiple mini-orgasms from Beth.

I, too, was in awe at the sight. My heart was racing though, out of fear
of the sight. My own penis, though still rigid, seemed to want to
withdraw into my body, perhaps out of recognition that it was a poor
specimen of manhood compared to Ron?s member. My anxiety was heightened
by my own defenselessness. I was helpless. I couldn?t going rushing in
without conceding all and risking my job. Causing me even greater pause
was the knowledge that Beth was receiving more pleasure from Ron?s
adroit fingers than could ever offer her from my penis.

I waited and watched.

When Beth had worked her hands down to the base of Ron?s cock, and began
massaging the equally proportionate testicles, Ron suggested: ?why don?t
you give it a kiss and get a better look.?

Beth almost over-eagerly, leaned over and began kissing it. She then
surprised me by licking the pre-cum oozing out of Ron?s slit. Beth had
never let her lips touch my penis, so this was all quite surprising,
although I could understand her need to worship such a work of art with
her mouth. Beth began to swirl her tongue around the bulbous head and
Ron let out a moan of pleasure. Ron?s reaction seemed to encourage Beth
further. Before, long she was actually slipping the entire head in her
mouth, although, to do so stretched her lips to the limit. As, Beth
began to bob up and down on Ron?s prick, she slurped another inch of its
length inside her throat, but it was obvious that there was no more room
in Beth? mouth to fit any more.

My hypnosis was interrupted when Ron pulled Beth?s head off his cock and
announced: ?Okay, I?m ready for the main event.?

In an instant, Ron was positioned between Beth?s spread legs ready for
an onslaught. Caught of guard initially, Beth screeched: ?Wait! I?m not
on the pill! Let me get you a condom.?

Ron grinned his salacious grin and said ?no, need, Baby, I can?t use one
of those things, they pop like a balloon.?

Ron began to move his glistening cock head closer to Beth?s dripping
pussy. She began to beg: ?Please, Ron, you?ve got to use a rubber. I?m
ovulating right now. Please, please, please, please, please....? Beth?s
voice was plaintive.

After all the talk in O?Malley?s, I was amazed when Ron got up off Beth
and let her slip off into the bedroom. Beth was back in a flash, tearing
open a condom.

?I told you Baby, those things won?t fit my meat.?

Beth desperately tried to roll it on over Ron?s bulbous cock head. The
first time, it shot off like a rubber band when Beth lost her grip.
?Come on ...come on, you damn thing? Beth began to mutter under her
breath. Finally, she succeeded in getting it over the cockhead and
stretched in over the remainder of Ron?s massive member. I had never
seen latex stretch so far or so thin, but it was on.

Now, any self-respecting man would have rushed in indignant and
protective of his marital rights. But, I didn?t. I guess that says a lot
about me. I stood there with an ache in the pit of my stomach and a rock
hard dick watching Ron guide his horse-cock between my wife?s swollen
labia. As he did, I heard him warn Beth, ?now Baby, I told you that
these things break. You?re not going to get mad if it does are you??

Just then Ron pressed the head of his cock passed the opening of Beth?s
vagina. ?No...um ...no ...I um won?t....Oh, God ...I can?t believe
....uh ...this...? Beth had surrendered completely.

Ron was as masterful a cocks-man as he was talented with his fingers. He
slowly worked the head in and out of Beth, allowing her vagina to expand
and acclimate to this behemoth. Her inner labia lips would stretch,
thinly around Ron?s glands as he poked it into the gateway of her
vagina. Beth?s breathing became shallow and rapid the first time Ron
maneuvered his cock head fully inside her slit. The tension of her taut
labia skin tightened the hood of her clitoris in a manner bringing
obvious pleasure to Beth. Beth started to roll her pelvis towards Ron,
and he probed a little deeper, but then withdrew his latex covered cock
out with a pop. This seemed to frustrate my wife as she tried to squirm
her pussy back into contact with Ron?s phallus.

Teasingly, Ron again pressed the head inside triggering Beth?s shallow
and rapid breathing. This time he began rotate and wiggle his cock
inside the outermost portion of Beth?s vagina. The pressure on her clit
must have been enormous as she almost squealed with pleasure. Adroitly,
Ron continued to massage Beth?s vagina with his cock, much the same way
as he had done with his fingers. Beth was perspiring and in ecstasy.
After about 10 minutes of the most amazing display of cocks-man-ship,
Ron had worked the entire mass of his thick cock into Beth?s body. Where
it all went, I couldn?t imagine. Beth?s down like, sandy colored pubic
hair glistened with her flowing lubricants and intermingled with Ron?s
thick brown pubic curls. His plump balls rested partially between Beth?s
ass cheeks, but - due to their size - they dangled and rested on the
cushion of the love seat.

Beth?s sounds became more guttural as the head of Ron?s cock forced her
womb far up into her belly. Grinning, Ron back to pump his cock more
forcefully into Beth?s pussy. There was almost a violence to his
onslaught. With each thrust, Beth moaned a deep ?um? as Ron?s dick
pounded her cervix. Ron seemed to be taking relish in angling his
trajectory in every possible direction as if to further distend and plow
my wife?s pussy. The speed became even greater and Ron almost pulled the
entire length of his cock out of her on each stroke. He looked down at
his condom covered cock with some apparent frustration. To my comfort
that Trojan latex was performing amazingly well under the most extreme
of conditions. Beth?s body was rocking, rutting and contorting after and
endless series of orgasms racked her diminutive frame.

I thought Ron was about to come ...finally, but surprised me by pulling
out of Beth with a slurping pop as her bloated vagina expelled air. Like
a rag doll, Ron flipped Beth onto all fours, with her ass poking up.
Beth?s flushed face was down on the cushions of the love seat unable to
witness Ron?s planned assault from the rear.

To my abject horror, before Ron slid his cock back into my wife
doggy-style, he grabbed his cock with his right hand and pulled the
condom back towards the base of his penis until the tensile strength of
the latex gave way and the condom became little more than a rubber band
around the base of his member. My heart beat frantically trying to jump
out of my chest. But, I remained immobile as Beth?s first uncovered cock
was rammed deep into her pussy. Ron?s fucking ceased to have the
deliberate and calculated approach as before. Instead, he began to
thrust with animalistic abandoned, savaging Beth?s pussy. Beth was in a
helpless position, subservient to the onslaught, though seemingly
enjoying her predicament.

And here I stood, quietly watching in the shadows as my supervisor
ravished my wife?s pussy with his naked cock. Simultaneously, I was
humiliated and intensely aroused. My mind tried to tell me that I should
intervene before Ron?s sperm-laden semen erupted into Beth?s exposed
womb. But, the pulsating hardness in my pants overruled any conscious
thought. Slowly, I accepted the reality of the moment. A more adept male
was conquering my wife?s pussy. His appreciably larger cock was laying
waste to her previously untested pussy. I had no right to deny Ron the
opportunity to spray his semen deep into Beth. The prospect of Ron
impregnating Beth was the entitlement he had earned.

As Ron slammed repeatedly into Beth?s now gaping vagina, I wondered
whether his sperm would be as superior as his cock and technique. Was I
watching the conception of our first child?

Suddenly, Ron bellowed loudly. From my perspective, I could see his huge
testicles lift up to the base of Ron?s cock, launching their contents
deep within my wife?s core. Spasm after spasm ran through Ron?s body. I
didn?t think Ron would ever stop ejaculating. At the same time, Beth?s
abdomen quivered in her final orgasm as her pelvis tilted lewdly back to
accept and swallow Ron?s load.

Instead of climbing of Beth, Ron used the weight of his body to hold
Beth in this lascivious position with his cock buried deep. Beth just
whimpered and moaned.

It was then that I felt the warm, wetness of my own spend dribbling down
my leg. My head ached and left me disoriented.

Finally, after about five minutes, Ron withdrew his softening erection
from Beth?s hole. Gurgling noises followed his withdrawal as air made
its way past the fluids within. Ron looked down with evident pride for
his work. While I wasn?t as close, I, too, could see the results of his
efforts.

Where Beth?s tiny, pink slit had once been, was now a wide, cavernous
opening. The labia which had guarded her vagina were red, swollen and
battered. The lips which had closed tightly over her slit, dangled like
a wind blown flag. Remarkably evident, despite the enlarged condition of
Beth?s vagina was a milky white, viscous addition: the contents of Ron?s
testicles and prostate. Beth?s pussy was ravaged.

I don?t know if Beth was aware that the condom had given way under Ron?s
deception. Perhaps, her cunt was numb after his assault, and she was
unaware of the sperm stampeding into her uterus. In any event, Ron knew
that when she raised up from her kneeling position a flood of semen
would rush out her gaping hole. So, Ron slipped the remnants of the
broken rubber off his slick, dripping member and tossed it on the love
seat where Beth could see it.

?See, what?d I tell you. No condom can withstand my cock in action.?

?Beth?s eyes grew wide and she literally shrieked. ?Oh, God...NO!?

With some effort, Beth tried to jump up from the settee, as if to run to
the bathroom. But, Ron grabbed her and thrust his tongue into Beth?s mouth.

?Please, let me go douche!? Beth pleaded after breaking off the kiss.

?Oh, baby, after five minutes, it isn?t really going to matter. Whatever
happens, happens.? Ron responded.

Beth started to sob, and Ron released her from his grasp. Then, as Beth
dashed to the bathroom, Ron slowly dressed and went to the phone. He
dialed and waited. Then, it dawned on me, he was calling the office to
tell me that Wilson wasn?t going to need anymore faxes, and that I could
come home.

Ron hung up the phone with a quizzical look and squinted trying to see
through the sliding glass windows. I darted around the side of the house
towards my parked car. As I jumped into the driver?s seat and started
the car, I saw Ron emerge from the front door of my house. I wasn?t
quick enough, as he saw my car race down the street.

 

After driving around for about 45 minutes, I returned home. With relief,
I noticed that Ron?s car was gone. When I entered, the lights were all
off except for the kitchen. I turned out the light and went into the
bedroom. Beth was already in bed, either asleep or pretending to be
asleep. I went into our bathroom to get ready for bed. The events of the
evening seemed like a dream. I splashed water on my face in hopes of
coming too, and discovering that it was nothing more than a perverse
nightmare. When I looked into the mirror, I saw a wimp who had cum at
the sight of a real man?s cock defiling his wife?s fertile cunt. Then, I
saw the reflection of the hamper.

As if needing tangible proof, I opened the lid to the hamper and saw
Beth?s lacy panties, in the crotch was an unmistakable wet spot reeking
of Beth?s musky pussy. As I went to pee in the toilet, I looked down and
saw huge, whitish globules floating in the water. Perhaps, Beth had
successfully cleansed her vagina of the threatening sperm horde.

When I climbed into bed beside Beth, I realized - to my abject shame -
that my dick was hard again after seeing Ron?s spend floating in the
toilet. This recognition further deflated my already non-existent
self-esteem. What kind of a man was I? What kind of a husband was I? I
had allowed my wife to be seduced by my boss. I stood by as I watched
his prodigious cock ravish my wife?s previously untested vagina. I
didn?t intervene when he purposefully broke the condom so that he could
fill Beth?s unprotected womb with its first exposure to virile sperm.
And, on top of it all, I was so sexually aroused by the sight of it all
that I came in my pants.

Timidly, I touched Beth?s back. But, she was immobile, feigning sleep.
So, I rolled over to my side of the bed and spent the remainder of the
night replaying the events of the evening in my mind?s eye.

The remainder of the weekend was fraught with an air of tension and
awkwardness. Beth busied herself with various activities so that we were
never alone together where I might make a sexual advance. At night, she
either stayed up later than me or went to bed extremely early so that we
were never both awake in bed together. The only sexual release for me
was thanks to my trusty hand as I continually found myself reminiscing
about Ron?s successful onslaught on Beth?s pussy.

I dreaded Monday morning more than ever. Fortunately, I didn?t see Ron
except for passing glances in the hallways. Perhaps life could return to
normal.

Then, just before 5 PM, Ron stuck his head inside my cubicle and said:
?O?Malley?s ...5:30 ....be there.?

Reluctantly, I made my way to the watering hole which had previously
been a place of relaxation. Ron had already arrived and staked out a
remote table in the back. There were two beers and two shot glasses
sitting across from Ron, as he nursed a scotch and water.

As I sat, Ron pushed one of the shots towards me saying ?Drink up, Jeff.?

Passively, I followed Ron?s order. The bourbon stung my throat as it
went down. My head was enveloped by the heat of the liquor as I set the
empty shot glass on the table.

?Derek Wilson tells me that he didn?t get that draft policy last Friday
night, Jeff. That?s very disappointing. You see, I need someone that I
can count on, right Jeff?? Ron pushed one of the beers towards me as he
spoke.

I found my self gulping the cold beer both to cool the burning of the
bourbon and to avoid from having to respond to Ron. When I finished, the
noise of the bar in the background rang in my ears.

Ron was staring at me. ?Jeff, I was hoping that I could count on
you.....Can I Jeff?...Count on you??

Confused by my anxiety and the effect of the alcohol, I downed the
second shot that Ron had pushed towards me. As the liquor went down, I
felt all me senses numb and grow fuzzy. It was the unmistakable feeling
of inebriation. Buoyed by the booze, I slurred my first words of the
evening. ?Sure, Ron, you know that you can always count on me.?

?Good, Jeff...that?s what I thought,? Ron replied as he pushed the final
beer in my direction. ?So, now, when I tell you to do something, I know
you?ll do it, right??

?Absolutely, Ron, I?ll never let you down again.? I suppose if I hadn?t
been drunk, I would have felt more threatened by this colloquy, but all
I could feel was relief. I thought that the whole conversation was going
to be about work. Silly me.

Ron?s next words, caused me to guzzle the last beer. ?So, Jeff, I guess
you liked the show last Friday night??

?Come on, Jeff, don?t try to bullshit a bull-shitter. You enjoyed
watching me fuck your wife. Can?t say that I fully understand why you
liked it, but you did didn?t you??

I froze at being confronted with the truth.

?Yep. It?s the first time that I ever did a man?s woman while he
watched. When I realized that you had watched everything, I got a rush
that I hadn?t experienced since that first time with Sue.? Ron seemed to
be savoring the memory.

?So, Jeffy, let?s be honest, okay? Admit to me that you watched while I
screwed your wife.?

With eyes downcast, and with my judgment dulled by drink, I mumbled:
?Yeah, I watched.?

Ron was grinning. ?That?s better Jeff. No need to lie. Now just admit
it, you got off on it, didn?t you??

The humiliation was excruciating. I felt flushed and so embarrassed that
I thought I might lose control of my bladder.

Ron seemed to sense my shame. ?It?s all right Jeff. There?s no
embarrassment in the truth.? Ron actually reached over and patted my hand.

Hesitatingly, I responded. ?Yes, Ron ... I did get off on ...it.?

?Now, that?s not so hard is it Jeff? Certainly, not as hard as my cock
was when I finally got to shove it up your wife?s cunt, eh, Jeff??

The harshness of his statement cut through the last shred of my
self-respect. ?No, I guess not, Ron?

?I?ve got to tell you, its great to have someone I can talk with about
this. Usually, only the girl I?ve popped and I really know what
happened. Of course, I can?t talk to the chick. They don?t appreciate
the conquest...but, I guess you do, eh, Jeff,...in a round about way??

?Ron, what do you want from me?? I pleaded.

?From you, Jeff? Nothing, except what you already promised: ?that I
could count on you?. Here?s the deal, Jeff. I really enjoyed fucking
your wife, and I?d like to do it some more. And since you seemed to
enjoy it as much as I do, there really shouldn?t be much of a problem.
But, I?ve got to ask you: Why didn?t you stop me when you saw me bust
the rubber??

Ron?s question was one that I had struggled with repeatedly since that
night. ?I?m not really sure, Ron. It all started out as curiosity. I was
never very good with the girls growing up, and it was interesting to see
how someone skilled like you put the on the moves. When Beth started
responding, it was like I was watching a movie. I couldn?t believe how
you could open up her pussy like that.?

?Yeah, I am pretty good at loosening up a tight hole. I mean, gees?
Jeff, it was like she was still a virgin. You must have a pretty skinny
dick.?

?Well, its nothing like yours, Ron. This sounds kind of strange for one
guy to say to another, but I?ve never imagined, let alone seen anything
like your cock. So, when you had manipulated Beth?s vagina so
thoroughly, something inside of me wanted to see if she could take it
all. It made me feel rather insignificant to see you put the meat to
Beth. I mean, I couldn?t believe that the same pussy which was squeezing
your cock, had also accepted my dick. It was a very primal reaction, I
think. You had seduced my mate and were entitled to enjoy the fruits of
your efforts. So, while your cock was sawing in and out of Beth?s pussy,
my dick seemed to shrivel in defeat.?

Ron relished ever word. ?So, Jeff, you still haven?t answered the
question. Why didn?t you stop me when I broke the rubber?

?Again, I not really sure, Ron. But, it was the ultimate subjugation.
The most basic of struggles, I guess. The strong and deserving get the
opportunity to impregnate the females. You know, it was the first time
Beth had sperm in her pussy.?

Ron stared at my for a long time. All the talking and alcohol had caused
my dick to harden. Then, he spoke. ?Okay, I think I see the future,
Jeff. I?m going to keep fucking Beth. And you aren?t going to stop me,
all right? Because if you try to, I?ll tell Beth that you?re such a wimp
that you let another man fuck her while you watched and beat off.?

?No, Ron, please don?t say anything to Beth,? I pleaded desperately.

?Don?t worry, Jeffy. If I can really ?count? on you, there shouldn?t be
any problem. And, don?t worry about Beth, I won?t do anything she
doesn?t want to, okay??

Trapped, I nodded my assent.

?And, I?ll tell you what, Jeff. It won?t be bad for you either. Like I
said, I really got a rush knowing that you watched me ravage your wife?s
pussy. I think I?d like it even better knowing you were watching while I
am actually fucking.

?Now, here?s the kicker, I don?t want you to try to stop me from
shooting off my sperm in your wife?s pussy. Mind you, I won?t do
anything that Beth doesn?t allow. After all, she knows I came in her
pussy last time, if she doesn?t want to run the risk again, she won?t
spread her legs for me.?

?But what if Beth gets pregnant? She?s not on birth control, I explained.

?Well, that?s kinda the idea isn?t it. I want the thrill of knowing that
I might be knocking you wife up while your watching. And, I think you
want the same thrill. Maybe in your case its approach-avoidance. But,
I?ll tell you what. I?ll give you a sporting chance. You can try to get
the sperm out after I put it there. After all, you said you liked
muff-diving. May the best man win.?

Ron had thought through his plan pretty thoroughly. He told me to tell
Beth that I had been assigned to a special project at work that required
me to work nights on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He told his wife the same
story, so I would serve as his alibi if Sue ever questioned his whereabouts.

Of course, there was no work project, just Ron?s salacious project. I
really still maintained a glimmer of hope that Beth?s unfaithfulness was
a momentary lapse. Tuesday night would be the test.

Ron told me that I could follow him to my house from work on Tuesday
night so that I wouldn?t miss anything. He made it very clear that I
couldn?t intervene (although I don?t think he was particularly worried
given my past experience). If I did, he would tell Beth all about my
willingness to watch.

I had called Beth earlier in the day to let her know that I would be
working late. When Ron and I arrived, it was already dark. I immediately
took my position in the backyard looking through the French doors. The
windows were open so there would be audio with my visual.

I couldn?t see Beth answer the door from my vantage point. But, Ron was
?kind? enough to move back into the den. Beth was obviously ill at ease.


?Look, Ron? Beth said, ?Jeff?s going to be home any minute, so please
don?t try anything.?

I was so pleased. Beth was bluffing, trying to avoid Ron?s advances.

?No, Beth. You know that?s a lie. Jeff?s at the office working, where I
left him. I arranged for him to be responsible for an ongoing project
that?s going to keep him occupied late each Tuesday and Thursday night
for the next few months. I thought this might give you and I a little
relaxed time to continue where we left off.?

Beth looked crestfallen. ?Ron, I am so sorry for what happened last
Friday night. I shouldn?t have led you on the way I did. But, I?m
married and I love Jeff. I don?t have any intention of leaving him.?

?Well, I should hope not. I don?t want you to leave Jeff. I?m certainly
not going to leave Sue. But, that?s no reason for us not to enjoy each
other. You did enjoy last Friday didn?t you??

Beth paused. She really wasn?t a very good liar. It was obvious that she
was trying to think through where her answer might lead. With
hesitation, Beth replied: ?Well, of course, Ron. I enjoyed it very much,
at least until the rubber broke. But, that doesn?t mean its right.?

?Right. What is right?? Ron left the rhetorical question hanging. ?Is it
right that you ask me to leave when my child might be growing in your
belly??

Beth blushed and, involuntarily, looked down at her abdomen.

?So, do you know yet?? Ron queried.

?No, its too soon for me to know. And, I didn?t feel like buying a home
pregnancy kit.? With these statements, Beth slumped down on our love
seat. Ron sat next to her and gently began stroking her hair.

?Do you and Jeff plan to have kids?? Ron asked.

?Yes. But we really haven?t started trying. We were waiting until Jeff
got a little more settled in the job,?

?Well, don?t worry about Jeff and the job. If you?re expecting, I?ll
make sure everything?s all right on the job front.?

Ron adroitly began to stroke her belly as he spoke.

?But, what will I tell Jeff?? Beth lamented.

?Well, first things first. Let?s see what the chances are before we
cross that bridge.? In an apparently considerate and analytical manner,
Ron continued. ?Did you feel my sperm cumming inside you last Friday??

?Well,..? Beth?s eyes were downcast and Ron had lowered his stroking to
the inner parts of Beth?s thighs, ?at first I really didn?t know what
was going on. I?d never had a man cum inside me before. I felt your
...your ...? Beth struggled for the appropriate word.

?Cock?? Ron offered.

Embarrassed, Beth continued. ?Cock. I felt it get really hard and grow
even larger. Then I felt an enormous warmth. But I wasn?t really sure
what it was until later when you had pulled your ... cock ...out.?

?Hmmm,? Ron remarked as if scientifically evaluating the situation, ?did
you climax??

Beth blushed again. ?Yes. I can?t remember the number of times I
climaxed. I had never done that before with a ...cock inside me. Before,
I could only do it when Jeff, you know, ... licked me. I do remember
climaxing when your ...cock grew larger and I felt the warmth inside me.?

?Oh, I see,? Ron commented. I hadn?t realized it, but Ron had smoothly
worked the hem of Beth?s dress up and was beginning to manipulate Beth?s
clit through her panties. An obvious wet spot darkened her crotch. ?You
see, when a woman climaxes, her cervix tilts in an effort to suck in the
man?s sperm. Did your cervix tilt, Beth??

Beth?s breathing was rapid and shallow. Her voice weakened as her
resistance was lessening. ?I...I...I?m not sure.?

?Well, let?s do a little exploring so that we can fully assess the
possibilities.? Ron began peeling Beth?s panties off. She lifting her
butt off the cushion so that Ron could pull them all the way down. Ron?s
fat and talented fingers began to work Beth?s slit as his thumb frigged
her clit. Beth?s labia had partially recovered from last Friday?s
onslaught, but her vagina still was slightly open. Within seconds, Ron
had it gaping open again.

?Let?s see if you know where your cervix is.? Ron started to probe
deeply with his index and middle fingers. Beth?s juices were copious and
flowing. Ron had very little difficulty with his ersatz pelvic
examination. ?There. That?s your cervix. Do you feel it??

?Hmmm, yeah.? Beth answered. Her eyes were closed and her senses clearly
focused upon her inner tunnel.

?Do you remember whether it tilted, Beth?? Ron was deeply massaging
Beth?s pussy.

?I think so. I remember, when I climaxed that part of my body,...my
cervix spasm.?

?Uh, oh.? Ron concluded. ?And you were ovulating last Friday??

?Yeah, I?m pretty sure I was.?

?Well, that means there?s a very good chance that you got inseminated.?
Ron said clinically.

Ron then withdrew his fingers from Beth?s pussy. Beth almost whimpered
when he did. Ron had carefully prevented Beth from going over the edge
with a climax while he performed his digital stimulation. ?You know,
Beth, insemination does have to lead to a full pregnancy. Most couples
who are regularly having sex don?t get pregnant after just one
insemination because the repeated banging of the cock against the cervix
will dislodge the inseminated egg; thus, preventing a full pregnancy.
Have you and Jeff been having sex since last Friday??

?Uh, no.? Beth honestly responded. ?I was afraid that he would be able
to tell the difference in my ...my...?

?Pussy?? Ron again offered the missing word.

?Yeah,...pussy. Anyway, Jeff?s penis doesn?t bang on my cervix when we
make love.?

?Oh, dear. Then there?s definitely a problem. You?ve got to dislodge the
inseminated egg within three or four days.?

Beth?s eyes grew large; I think I saw tears forming.

?Ron, will you try to dislodge the inseminated egg?...Please?? Beth was
earnestly desperate as she sat with splayed legs, dripping and distended
pussy.

?Well, I suppose I could try.? Ron removed his trousers and jockey
shorts revealing his massive cock. Beth started to get up and Ron said:
?Where are you going??

?To get a condom.? Beth replied.

?Beth, there?s no real need. If your already inseminated, a little more
sperm isn?t going to make any difference. Besides, you saw what happened
last time; rubbers bust on my cock. If it makes any difference to you,
psychologically, I suppose I could pull out before I cum.?

Beth?s brow furrowed as she assimilated Ron?s logic. After a pause, she
said, ?I guess your right whatever damage has been done is done.? With
her reasoning complete, Beth, my lovely wife, sat back on the love seat,
spread her creamy thighs and invited Ron?s pole back to the scene of the
crime.

Ron?s fucking was masterful. What he had done on Friday night to Beth?s
puaay, he did again, to a factor of ten. All the while, Ron would
occasionally glance out into the darkness of the backyard and grin. Ron
took Beth in every position imaginable. When he introduced a new
position such as doggy-style or with Ron standing and Beth?s legs in an
obscene ?V?, he would explain to Beth that the position might be better
suited to contact with her cervix. Beth never questioned. She was like a
sexual action figure that could be rearranged in any position desired.
Her orgasms began almost immediately, and repeated throughout the 45
minutes Ron pounded away at her pussy with his oversized black phallus.

Finally, it became apparent that Ron was ready to finish. He had Beth
standing, pressed against the wall with her left ankle resting on Ron?s
shoulder. As Ron increased his thrusting, he looked Beth in the eyes and
said: ?I?m about to cum, do you want me to pull out??

Beth started another intense orgasm as she answered: ?no, there?s no
need. You can cum inside me again. It won?t matter?

Ron glanced over at the French doors where I sat, watching. He fixed his
stare on me as he hammered away at Beth?s pussy, flooding it with his
sperm-filled semen.

I am ashamed to confess that I came when I heard Beth willingly offer to
accept Ron?s sperm again into her pussy.

As he and Beth, labored to catch their breath and regain their composure
in the post-coital disengagement, Beth sat at the base of the wall, legs
splayed. Her crotch was a mess. Her labia was red and swollen,
encircling the gaping entrance to her womb. White semen was evident
within, and a little began to drip out of the cavernous expanse.

?How will I know if you dislodged the inseminated egg?? Beth asked.

Ron wiped his brow. ?Well, you won?t know until your next period.
Sometimes periods are thrown off by a couple of weeks when an
inseminated egg is dislodged. When?s your next period due??

?End of next week,? Beth responded.

?So, it might not be until next month that you really know. You know, to
prevent the risk of the inseminated egg reattaching, its important that
you have repeated sex.?

?Shit.? Beth cussed. Profanity was not in her nature.

?What?s wrong, Beth?? Ron inquired.

?Its like I told you before, Jeff?s penis doesn?t touch my cervix. Will
oral sex do any good??

?Well, not really. But it does help to have a man sucking on the vagina
after regular sex since the sucking might bring down the dislodged
inseminated egg. But, no, its not a substitute for real fucking.?

?No, its not.? Beth?s agreement was an obvious double entendre.

?I?ll tell you what Beth. I can continue to drop by on Tuesday and
Thursday nights to do the real fucking. Then you can have Jeff do the
sucking when he comes home.?

Beth pondered the offer carefully, but did not immediately answer.

?What?s wrong, Beth? Didn?t I hit your cervix enough??

Beth smiled and shook her head. ?No, THAT?S not the problem. I can?t
think of anyone who could do a better job hitting my cervix. I?d really
appreciate it if you could do that. I?m just worried about having Jeff
suck me down there after all the pounding that you given my pussy, let
alone all the stuff that?s inside me now.?

Reassuringly, Ron put his hand on Beth?s knee. ?Don?t worry, Beth, he
won?t notice anything. Just tell him that your really excited by his
efforts with his tongue. He?ll be proud to have caused that reaction in
you. As for my juices, he won?t really be able to tell the difference
from your juices.

I met Ron down the street after he left my house. He was grinning like a
Chinese Cat. ?Pretty good show, eh, Jeff??

I just cast my eyes down in embarrassment.

?Better give her about 15 minutes before you ?get home? from your
project. I wouldn?t let her have much more time than that, if you really
want to have a chance to get my sperm out of Beth?s pussy before its
done its damage.?

I allowed exactly 12 minutes until I ?returned? home. Beth was not to be
seen as I entered the front door. I made my way to the bedroom, where I
found Beth in bed. She had put on one of her sexy nightgowns, and there
was a palpable glow on her cheeks. Nonetheless, she was rather ill at
ease as I came in.

?Hey, Hon, how?s the project coming?? she inquired.

?Oh, alright, I suppose. It?s a little early to tell. Did you miss me??
I really hoped that what she had said to Ron at first about being in
love with me was really true.

?You know I did,? Beth replied. ?Matter of fact, I was missing you so
much, that I was getting kind of horny, you know.?

This surprised me somewhat. Beth had never really been sexually assertive.

Beth continued, still very awkward, ?I was really thinking about, you
know, your tongue.?

?Oh really?? I said.

?Yeah, I?ve been getting, uh, really,...uh, you know, ... wet, thinking
about you.? Beth was stuttering, anxiously, as she tried to get the
words out.


?Well, I think that I can certainly oblige your needs.? I quickly shed
my clothes and was about to get into bed, when Beth reminded me to turn
out the light. After what she had done with Ron with the bright lights
blazing, I knew this request was not out of shyness. Beth didn?t want me
to see the condition of her pussy.

I climbed into bed. Uncharacteristically, she lifted the covers,
inviting me to go down between her legs. I was blind as I navigated
under the sheets. However, my skin sensed a heat source and my nose a
distinctive, pungent odor. Seeking out the heat and smell led me to
Beth?s pussy. She seemed to be holding her breath in fear that I would
sense something amiss.

Well, there was no doubt about it, something was amiss. Beth had
apparently cleaned herself up on the outside, but not the inside. Of
course, I could not give any indication that I knew something was amiss
or Ron would tell Beth that I had allowed everything to happen while I
stood idle by. I started by having my tongue trace the folds of Beth?s
vulva, then labia. The labia were noticeably engorged and encircled a
much larger opening to her vagina than I had ever

experienced before. As my tongue made its way around and over the puffy
flesh, I noticed a fluid begining to leak out of her vagina. At first, I
thought it was just Beth?s lubricating juices, but when the fliud made
its way over the taste-buds of my tongue, I knew it was a new taste. It
was salty and more viscous, than anything I had encountered before. As
this this new liquid made its way down my throat, I realized that I was
swallowing Ron?s semen, hopefully sperm and all. Simultaneously, Beth?s
quasi-rigid body began to relax as my tongue probed and caressed her
fleshly folds. She was finally comfortable that I was too oblivious to
know that my mouth was attached to a battered cunt still filled with the
cum of her adulterous coupling.

The more I licked and, later, sucked, the more Beth?s already open cunt
expanded, releasing its troubling contents. I found myself ardent in my
ministrations to Beth?s pussy. Repeatedly, I sensed her contracting her
muscles, as if trying to expel the hypothetical, dislodged inseminated
egg. Of course, I knew that Ron?s story was fictitious, but I still
hoped that I could extricate all of his invading sperm before it made
its way into Beth?s womb, puncturing the wall of one of her fertile
eggs. Her contractions did have the collateral benefit of forcing out
more of Ron?s semen.

What started as a desperate mission - a task with a purpose - evolved
into a leisurely exercise. I nibbled, licked, sucked and tongued. The
unusual taste and fragrance became intoxicating. Beth?s hips rolled in a
wave-like fashion as she rotated her pelvis towards my lips. I
luxuriated in the sensations. I found myself erect and grinding my dick
into the mattress as I swallowed the flow from Beth?s hole.

Beth even began to moan as I licked and sucked. Her moaning urged me on
as my mouth manipulated her distended mound of flesh. Suddenly, Beth
started to buck forcefully against my lips, her vaginal muscles
rhythmically spasm. It was almost as if her pussy was squirting its
contents into my open mouth. Literally, globs and ropes of semen floated
on my tongue.

?My God,? I thought, ?Ron?s balls must have shot a pint of cum into my
wife!?

Strangely satisfied that I had achieved some victory by extracting this
load of semen - a load that should never have even gotten inside Beth -
I swallowed. To be sure, the taste was no longer odd; I had grown
accustomed to it. As the last semblance of the viscous remnants of their
fucking made its way down my gullet, I realized that my erection had
dissipated. I had emptied my load onto the sheets as I sucked Beth?s pussy.

Perhaps it was just as well. Beth had fallen into a deep sleep after her
orgasm, and I doubt I could have gotten any traction in her stretched
pussy even if she allowed me to screw her.

As I sensed a crusty film drying on my face, a deep feeling of
humiliation and self loathing overcame me. It was one thing to watch
your wife get seduced by your boss. It was quite another thing to have
your boss do it knowing that you were observing, but too spineless to
intervene. Yet, to now permit my Boss to intentionally try to cum and
impregnate my wife while I desperately try to lick the oozing flow from
my wife?s pussy...I could imagine nothing lower.

The coup de grat of my humiliation was realized when I was getting
another erection, albeit one far inferior to Ron?s, as recollections of
the images, sounds, feelings and tastes danced in my mind. I came as I
replayed the sound of Beth offering to let Ron come inside her
unprotected pussy

And so began my life of humiliation. Beth was rather perky the next day.
She was also less modest as she lounged in bed naked with her still
swollen genitalia visable. I suppose she had concluded that I was
incapable of noticing the obvious changes in her womanhood. Or, perhaps,
Beth was subconsciously proud of her condition...somewhat like losing
her real virginity and coming of age as a woman and no longer a girl.

At work, Ron seemed to relish the situation. At noon, he came by my
office and said: ?Well, Jeff, I?d invite you to lunch but I?ll bet your
still full from your last meal.?

The pattern was set. On Tuesday?s and Thursday?s, while I was ?working
late on my project,?

Ron was at my house working on his project. I thought about staying away
so has to recapture some of my lost self-respect, but - like a moth to a
light - I returned to my place outside the French Doors of my family
room. Ron really worked Beth over, and Beth responded like a student
with a teacher, or a patient with a physician. Continuing his fictional
efforts to dislodge the impregnated egg, Ron slammed Beth?s pussy from
every angle and position. Beth cooperated by spreading her legs wide and
thrusting her pelvis back towards Ron?s massive cock. She never refused
Ron any request as Ron seemed intent on devastating her previously
petite, tight pussy.

He used his cock almost like a tool, albeit a jackhammer, trying to
stretch, distend and brutalize her tender parts. He also relished in
shooting his load as deeply as possible into Beth?s pussy, so as to
minimize the remaining distance for his sperm. He would also use his
weight to lay on Beth with his spewing cock deeply imbedded in her
vagina for as long as possible after ejaculation. Presumably convinced
that his new ejaculate was a benign side-effect of her effort to become
un-impregnated, Beth did not voice any objection.

After Ron?s departures, but before ?coming home,? I found Beth examining
her crotch in the mirror. She seemed somewhat proud of its mangled,
gaping and engorged appearance. One time, she tentatively scooped a
dollop of Ron?s dripping semen from her now dangling labia lips, and
tasted it. It was rather ironic, since I had been consuming enormous
volumes of the substance, but Beth wondered about its flavor.

As for my part, I continued my cleanup efforts. I am embarrassed to
admit, I looked forward to running my tongue through Beth?s sticky
folds. The taste, as I said earlier, became quite intoxicating,

Beth began to make little pretense about her desires when I ?returned
home from working late.? She laid naked in our bed, and would curl her
finger, invitingly, towards me, as I entered the bedroom. She even left
the lights on as she spread her thighs revealing the red, friction
burns, the bruises of colliding pelvises and matted, sticky pubic hair.
Beth didn?t even bother to clean up the outside of her pussy. Clearly,
she was convinced that I was dumb as dirt about matters of sex. Maybe
she was right.

As the Tuesdays and Thursdays passed, Beth became more assertive with me
as I performed my sucking ministrations. She would grasp the back of my
head and pull it into her gaping pussy. On occasion, she actually had me
lay on my back while she straddled my face and ground her pussy onto my
mouth. As she did, she purposefully contracted her vaginal muscles,
stretched as they might be, expelling Ron?s load of semen into my mouth.

Certainly, I didn?t object. It was a fitting role for me in my
humiliated state, to consume Ron?s potent sperm from my wife?s battered
bun as she squats over me. One time, while she squatted over my mouth
while facing my feet, Beth saw my own load erupt from my tiny erection.
This sight sent Beth into a powerful orgasm which almost smothered me
with the contents of her pussy.

On the fourth Thursday into our routine, things changed. When Beth let
Ron in, she somewhat resisted his immediate sexual attack.

?Ron, I?ve got some bad,...well... some news.? Beth blurted out. ?I?m
way overdue on my period, so I went and bought a home pregnancy kit.?

?And??? Ron prompted.

?Well, we weren?t able to dislodge the egg. Its still in there and I?m
pregnant.?

I could see the obvious look of satisfaction in Ron?s face. A even
deeper feeling of abject failure and penultimate humiliation began
radiating from the pit of my stomach.

?So, what are you going to do, Beth?? Ron queried.

?Well, I?m not going to abort, if that?s what your asking??

?Well, what are you going to tell Jeff?? Ron wondered.

?Oh, I don?t know, I?ll think of something.? Beth?s eyes were focussed
into the distance as she seemed to ponder this dilemma. ?You know, I do
love Jeff, Ron... despite what has happened.?

?Well, don?t worry about that Beth,? Ron replied. ?I?m not about to mess
up your marriage or mine either. Jeff won?t find out anything from me.?

?As he said these last words, Ron glanced towards my vantage out in the
dark twilight and grinned.

?How about one last banging of the cervix for old times sake?? Ron
obviously wanted a victory fuck.

?Ron, we were only doing it to try to dislodge the egg, remember?
There?s no way to get the egg out; its already growing. So, there?s
really no reason to do it any more.? Beth?s words quivered with a lack
of conviction.

?Oh, I don?t know about that.? Ron began to caress Beth? crotch with his
talented fingers, just like the very first time. ?I think something down
here has been enjoying the past few weeks.?

Beth closed her eyes as her lustful pussy and clit took over her
judgment. ?Well, there?s no doubt that you changed my pussy, inside and
out.? Beth acknowledged.

?Yeah, you?ve got a woman?s cunt, now. Not a little girl?s pussy.?

Nothing more needed to be said. Beth allowed Ron full access to her
intimate places. They fucked like animals in heat. Beth experienced her
most intense climax as she rode Ron?s cock while watching herself in our
full-length mirror. I guess she wanted to have a clear visual memory of
his gargantuan prick disappearing into her vagina.

After about thirty minutes of wanton copulating, Ron decided to finish
off his victory fuck as he had done that first time. He positioned Beth
on her hands and knees with her ass pointing skyward, exposing her
already raw pussy in a most vulnerable way. Ron moved behind Beth and
looking out into the darkness of my hiding place aimed his erect penis
at my wife?s swollen gash. With an intensity unlike anything I had
witnessed to date, Ron attacked Beth?s vagina with a mission.

He rammed, he slammed, he probed, he rotated. It was as if he wanted to
redesign my wife?s pussy into a state which would always remind Beth and
me of Ron and his prowess. As Ron?s buttocks clenched, signaling, yet
another discharge of his sperm into the mouth of Beth?s cervix, I knew
he was successful.

After grunting and groaning with the expulsion of his load, Ron slipped
his dense and wilting cock from between Beth?s legs with a sound that
was not a ?pop? but a deep, ?slurping? noise as the mangled and
manipulated flesh of Beth?s cunt gasped a farewell to this impregnating
battering ram.

Beth remained in her contorted posture, her private parts gurgling as
the walls of her vagina readjusted in the absence of Ron?s erection.
Beth?s eyes remained tightly shut as her labored breathing slowly
returned to normal. Ron made no effort to kiss Beth or even say goodbye.
He just dressed and walked out of my home with a cocky strut.

With the sound of the front door closing, Beth awoke from her coma. She
struggled to her feet, although she was anything but sure-footed. She
looked like a new-born colt trying out its legs.

Beth made her way over to the full length mirror and seemed to examine
herself. She appeared to be the same innocent, demure girl (albeit with
a blush in her cheeks) that I remember from our wedding day except for
the sight between her legs. No longer was her sandy blond pubic hair
surrounding a petite little pussy. Rather, beneath the matted pubic hair
was the swollen, reddened, fleshy cunt one would expect to see between
the legs a regularly fucked whore.

Interestingly, Beth stared at the sight with apparent pleasure. She
fingered the dangling folds of flesh pride fully. As she did, a trickle
of semen from Ron?s gargantuan load escaped from the depths of Beth?s
womb. Quizzically, Beth caught the dollop on the tip of her finger. She
first smelled it, wrinkling her nose, and then tasted it. She screwed
her face up as if she were a child tasting spinach. I guess she wondered
how I could swallow so much of the pungent substance willingly, and to
her belief, unknowingly.

After allowing for the standard 15-20 minutes delay, I ?returned? home.
As had become customary, Beth was waiting for me in the bedroom. I
disrobed and immediately made a move to dive between her legs. This
time, Beth stopped me and said: ?No, honey. Tonight I want some of the
regular loving.?

It had been over a month since I had actually had normal intercourse. I
was taken aback and, somewhat to my surprise, disappointed that I would
not be tasting the remnants of Ron?s efforts. Awkwardly, I assumed the
standard missionary position and was about to poke my dick into the
expanse which had once been a tight little pussy. Beth grabbed my by the
wrist and said ?Jeff, aren?t you forgetting something??

?Oh, yeah, I?m sorry, honey.? I leaned forward to kiss her as a form of
foreplay. Beth responded slightly, but then said: ?Well, that was nice,
but I meant your rubber.?

?Oh, that?s right ...I don?t know what I was thinking.?

?You weren?t thinking, that?s the point. Your little fella- referring to
my hard penis - was doing the thinking.? Beth then reached over to the
nightstand and retrieved a condom. She did it so quickly that I realized
she couldn?t have torn the package open right then. In fact, Beth had
never handled a condom during our entire marriage, except for the time
she had placed one on Ron?s cock. It further surprised me when she
placed it on the tip of my dick and unrolled it. This was far more
assertive than anything Beth had every done in bed before. She then
grasped my latex covered hard-on and guided it to her sticky opening. As
I started to enter her (although there was virtually no contract between
my dick and her labia lips), she tightened her grip on my penis and
yanked back on the rubber. As she did, I felt it pop and give way.

This was a very different experience from any time we had made love
before. Gone was friction and the tight glove-like feeling of her
vaginal muscles. It was replaced with a warm feeling of dipping my dick
into a viscous and syrupy pot. All my efforts to poke deeply into her
vagina were for naught. There was a cavern now between Beth?s legs that
I could not even begin to plumb. Sensing that I was not coming quickly
as I had done in the past, Beth began to work her pelvis frantically
trying to coax my ejaculation forth.

She stared at me as she tried to discern an impending orgasm. As I
relished the sloppy feeling engulfing my member, I glanced to the
nightstand. There I saw the opened condom package with and open safety
pin lying on top. Just then, Beth began massaging my testicles. Almost
involuntarily, I shot my nut for the first time into Beth?s pussy rather
than a rubber sheath. Of course, my sperm were horribly outnumbered by
Ron?s prolific spend and there was no fertile egg waiting.

The next day was filled with somewhat stilted acting by the both of us.
Beth feigned surprise coupled with anxiety when I withdrew my shriveled
dick to reveal the broken rubber. To her credit, Beth did not try to
make me feel guilty for the ?predicament?. Instead, she shouldered the
blame herself, offering that she may have ?scratched? the latex with her
fingernails when she was putting it on me. In turn, I pretended to share
her anxiety as to whether she would ?become pregnant? as a result.

Sure enough, within the next week, Beth Broke the news that the
unthinkable had happened. She was pregnant, implying that the cause was
my sperm unimpeded by the rubber barrier. Of course, I accepted the news
graciously and attempted to put on a ?good? face by acting somewhat
excited at the prospect of becoming a Dad.

At work, Ron was smug and full of himself.

?I guess my ?boys? won the race, eh, Jeff?? Ron seemed to savor the
conquest. ?So, what are you going to do now??

?What do you mean? I?m not leaving Beth and she?s not leaving me....I
guess we?re going to be parents.? I replied.

?Well, Jeff, I think that?s great. I mean that Beth?s going to be a Mom,
and you?ll be there to help.

My next question came out like an adolescent, with voice cracking. ?So,
Ron, what do you plan on doing now??

?Hmmm. I think my work is done ... for now.? Ron answered, cryptically.



























































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