Cheating Wife Stories box set #1–3 (Rough MMF threesome, domination, and group play with a young housewife)

by Anya Aurelie

  Around the corner, Stephen and Eric appeared. She felt her heart flutter in both shame and anticipation as they stopped short in shock when they saw her.

  "I told you you would like what I had to show you," Dave said.

  "Wow," Stephen said.

  "That is one beautiful pussy," Eric said. "How did you get her to do that?"

  "She likes it," Dave said. "Don't you, Ashley?"

  Ashley nodded. "I do," she said. And it was true — as much as one part of her felt bad about what she was doing, another, larger part of her was shoving that feeling away. The part of her that was doing the shoving was urging her on, urging her forward, urging her to do dirtier and dirtier things. She loved feeling like a dirty girl.

  “Would you like to touch her?" Dave asked the two men.

  They hesitated. "It's okay," Dave encouraged them. "See?" He reached out and began rubbing her pussy from behind. His fingers glided over her smooth, puffy skin, and she rubbed herself up into his finger, positioning her clit so that he massaged it.

  “Mmm,” she moaned.

  "Hush," Dave said, and Ashley fell silent. Her husband was in the other room, she reminded herself. She felt a hand reach out and rub her pussy. It felt different from Dave's, but she wasn't sure which of the two men’s it was. She swiveled her hips, rubbing her sensitive nub up and down on the fingers. The fingers slid over her and then inside of her, anonymous hands touching her most intimate parts.

  The hand pulled out of her, and was replaced by a new, dry hand. The third man. She glanced back now, and saw that Eric was rubbing up against her. While he felt her cunt, Dave was shoving his erection, through his pants, against her bare ass.

  "She's so tight," Eric murmured.

  Ashley's pussy was so sensitive that she felt as though she were about to explode. She ground herself into Eric's hand, loving feeling on display for these strange men, and felt that she could have easily gone over the edge into orgasm. But just as she was starting to climb toward that feeling, Marjorie's voice rang out through the house.

  "Dinner!" she called.

  The men moaned quietly, and Ashley, disappointed, pulled her dress back down over her ass. She wondered what Mike was doing, how he was getting on with the three wives. Ashley leaned down to pick up her panties from the floor, but Dave stopped her. "Leave them off," he said. She dropped them back down to the office floor.

  They took their seats at the dining room table again, and Ashley's face felt hot, both from the excitement of being touched by these men, from the shame of it, and from the guilt she felt when she looked at Mike. The combination of emotions only turned her on even more, and she wasn't sure how she would concentrate on the meal.

  “Where were you?” Mike asked, and she opened her mouth to answer, trying to think fast, when Dave raised his glass.

  “Thank you all for coming tonight,” he said. “It’s too rare an occasion that we’re able to spend time with the people who live so close to us, and I’m glad you were all able to make it. To new friends!”

  “To new friends,” the others echoed, raising their glasses to clink his, and Ashley was saved from having to come up with an excuse for her husband.

  Somehow, Ashley forced herself to sit still and eat, though she pushed her legs together to try to stimulate her sensitive clit as she did so.

  Marjorie served a white fish with rice and asparagus. She really was an excellent cook, Ashley thought, though she had a hard time concentrating on the delicious meal. The men kept glancing at her as though trying to wrap their minds around what had just happened, and she couldn’t quite believe it herself. She felt embarrassed, ashamed — and almost doubled over in desire. Her bare pussy was pressed against the chair, uncovered by her short dress, and she could feel her wetness dripping out of her.

  As she lifted her fork to her mouth to take a bite of the fish, she felt Dave's bare foot reaching between her legs. She glanced up at him in surprise, and he smiled back at her. The smile seemed to say, ‘You’re going to let me do what I want to you.'

  She opened her legs to him slightly, and she felt his foot work its way up her thigh. When his toes reached her wet center, she almost moaned. He massaged her with his big toe, making small circles over her clit. She was amazed he could be so precise with the blunt, awkward limb. He rolled his toe over and over her, working her into more and more of a frenzied state, yearning to burst.

  "So, Ashley," he said, "what do you do with your days?"

  She looked up at him sharply. He had promised he wouldn't tell if she succumbed to his requests. Now it felt like he was baiting her.

  She struggled to speak in an even tone, to not let on that her breathing was shallow and her heartbeat was rapid. "I… I clean the house, I go grocery shopping, I make meals…" It sounded pathetic, she thought, to say it out loud. Didn't she do anything important with her time?

  "Do you socialize much?" Dave asked her, tilting his head and smiling.

  She glared at him. "No, not much. I'm usually too busy for that." She tried to pull herself away from him, but his foot inched further, maintaining its control over her pussy.

  She was grateful when Shawna piped in with questions for Mike about his job. Mike's job was excruciatingly boring to Ashley, and normally she hated when he talked about it. He had the most typical office job imaginable, one where he had to wear a tie to work, where he would be striving for advancement throughout his whole career, where the goal at each level was simply to get to the next level. But now Ashley was grateful to hear about it. She desperately wanted the conversation to go anywhere but toward her own activities.

  They finished up the meal, and Ashley quickly got up to help Marjorie with the dishes, careful not to expose her naked cunt as she stood.

  "Oh, no, don't worry about it," Marjorie told her. "Please, I can get them all myself."

  "I'd really like to help," Ashley protested, but Marjorie shooed her away.

  Shawna cornered Mike and peppered him with more questions about his job.She worked at a daycare center, and was more than ready to move on. She hoped that Mike might be able to get her a job, it was clear. Rachel sat politely by while they talked, and Dave took the opportunity to pull Ashley away again. With trepidation, she followed him into his bedroom. Eric and Stephen followed as well.

  Ashley couldn't sort out the range of emotions she was feeling. She felt excited, worried, ashamed, a tightness growing in her chest and a heat growing between her legs.

  Dave shut the door behind them and told Ashely to get down on her knees. She did as she was told, and Dave began unbuckling his belt. The other two men followed his example, and soon all three were stroking their cocks to hardness. She watched them, and then Dave, leading the pack, advanced toward her.

  "Suck it," he demanded. He shoved his cock in her face, and Ashley glanced up at the faces of the three men before taking Dave's cock into her mouth.

  It was hard and thick, and she felt a surge of excitement at having it in her mouth again. The other two men were hanging back a bit, but they were getting braver. They approached her as she sucked Dave, and began painting her cheeks with their precum, pressing the hard tips of their dicks against her face.

  She took Dave out of her mouth and began licking up and down Eric's shaft now instead. It was smooth and firm, silky almost, and she flipped her tongue over the seam on the underside of its head. He moaned and threw his head back. "This is so wrong," he said, though nothing in his tone or the way he thrust his hips forward to shove himself deeper into her mouth suggested that he wanted to stop.

  Leaving him well lubed, she moved away from Eric, to the other side of Dave, and began licking Stephen's balls. They were shaved and his pubic hair was well groomed. He tasted fresh and clean. All three of them were pushing in toward her face, and she felt almost overwhelmed with the feeling of being surrounded by hard dicks and testosterone. They all clambered to get their share, to take her slutty mouth.

  As she licked up from Eric’s balls towa
rd the head of his cock, Dave and Stephen grabbed her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples and squeezing her. When she moved back to Dave's cock, the other two men reached down to pull her dress up, popping it over her head, and she felt the briefest absence of cock in her mouth as the dress moved over her face, and she missed it. When the dress was removed, Eric moved around her back to unclasp her bra, and she licked and sucked Stephen while jerking Dave with the moistness of her own saliva. There were so many cocks around her; even though there were only three it felt like a dozen. It felt like they all had a constant need for her, like they couldn't get enough of her, like she could never rest because there was always more cock.

  Stephen and Dave began slapping her body with their cocks, hitting her with the hard rods as she sucked on Eric.

  She felt hands all over her body, grabbing her tits, pushing inside the soft wet folds of her cunt, taking her and making her theirs. Dave shoved his cock between her tits and fucked them roughly, holding them together with one hand as he slapped her tits with the other.

  As they controlled her body, she felt herself shoved backward, laid down on her back on the hard floor. A hand reached inside of her, stretched her open around firm fingers, massaged her slippery insides. She looked down to see Eric. Stephen joined him, rubbing her clit with his thumb while Eric continued to move his fingers inside of her. Dave straddled her face, shoving his cock down her throat from above. Memories of the previous week flashed through her mind. She was shocked she could be this wet, this dirty, could go this far with the strangers while her husband was in the next room.

  Ashley opened her legs further in anticipation of being fucked, but just then she heard Marjorie's voice ring through the house once again. "Dessert!" she called, sounding mildly irritated that the group was not still gathered together.

  Ashley jumped. So did the three men, who rushed to put their pants back on. Ashley stood up and found her crumpled dress on the floor, fastening her bra around her sore tits before pulling the dress back on.

  She quickly smoothed her hair, felt up and down her body to make sure her clothing was in place, and noticed the men's lustful eyes watching her movements. They wanted more, she could tell. She did too.

  The four returned to the dining room, where the others were already sitting at the table, waiting.

  Marjorie served a strawberry pie with a scoop of basil sorbet. It was delicious, not a combination Ashley ever would have thought of, having been raised by a very traditional cook mother. But she could hardly concentrate on the treat, wondering whether they would get another chance to slip away once dinner was over.

  Thankfully, surprisingly, it was Marjorie who allowed them their next opportunity. Once dessert was finished and she cleared away the plates, Marjorie turned to the men. "I hate to ask," she began, "but are any of you technologically adept? We got a new DVD player for the bedroom last week, and I cannot figure out how to hook it up to the rest of our system. Dave is completely useless," she said, flashing Dave a half smile, half eye-roll. For an instant, Ashley thought it was sexist of her to ask only the men, but then she realized that she herself knew nothing about technology, while her husband, in fact, did.

  And it was indeed Mike who answered. "I'll help you," he said, and Marjorie led him into the bedroom. Ashley felt a brief flash of jealousy at the thought of her husband in another woman’s bedroom, then realized how ridiculous that was. The other two wives had moved to the couch in the living room, and seemed to be gossiping and talking happily, not paying any attention to the others. It was a perfect opportunity to slip away, which Ashley now wanted to do more than anything.

  Ashley felt a twinge of guilt at the thought that Mike and Marjorie were in the room where only a few minutes earlier she had her mouth stuffed full of three cocks, betraying both her own husband and Dave's wife. But she also got a thrill at the thought, wondering if the room still smelled like sex, wondering if there were juices on the floor.

  Ashley looked at Dave, raised an eyebrow as though to ask, “Where to now?" A small smile spread across his face as he realized that she was enjoying this.

  "Backyard," he said quietly. The three men and Ashley went out the back. It felt risky to Ashley, being outside in the open, but when they got there she saw that Dave's wooden fence protected them from being spotted.

  Feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet simultaneously knowing that no one could see them, Ashley allowed her dress to be pulled over her head once again. The three men pushed her down in the middle of the yard, grass tickling her back, and she wiggled into the soft coolness of it.

  She still wasn't wearing underwear, and Dave quickly unclasped her bra and pulled it roughly away from her body, discarding it in the grass beside her. The three fully clothed men stood over her, examining her naked body beneath them. They begin to touch her up and down, grabbing her wherever they wanted, and Ashley lay there and let them. Eric shoved fingers inside of her again, while Stephen shoved fingers in her mouth. She sucked eagerly on them. Dave grasped her breasts. She wanted their cocks, which she could see bulging out of their pants.

  Finally, after what felt like ages, they began to undo their belts and unzip their pants. Stepping out of them, Ashley examined their cocks from where she lay on the ground. They were at full attention, desperately bulging with the built-up need of the past hour and a half that they had wanted to explode and had not been given the opportunity. She felt certain that when they were finally done with her, she would be covered in cum from head to toe, their sticky jizz filling every crevice of her body. She welcomed it.

  Keeping an eye on the back door, as though she would be able to jump up and clothe herself if someone came out before they saw anything, she watched as Stephen lowered himself into her mouth, crouching over her face as Dave had done earlier. Eric crouched between her legs, and she felt him move her knees up, spread her legs wide apart, and she saw him examining her wet pussy. He ran his fingers up and down it, tickling her, and she shivered with delight. She wanted to be filled.

  Then he positioned his straining cock at her entrance and pushed. Her cunt had been throbbing with need, and now being suddenly filled by this thick cock, she groaned. She was so wet and slippery that he slid in with no resistance, and she loved the feeling of being filled, the naughtiness of cheating, of being used by several men at once, the naughtiness of knowing that these men’s wives were nearby as well, yet they chose her.

  As he thrust into her, she felt plugged from both sides, Eric fucking her cunt and Stephen fucking her mouth, thrusting back and forth between them as though passing her from one to the other. She was stretched wide on both ends.

  Having spent most of the night turned on and wet, it didn't take long before Eric’s thrusts began to tickle the button inside of her that led to her waves of release. As she felt her pleasure mount, she ground her pussy into him, allowed him to fuck her harder, faster, more roughly. She let him use her body, loving every second of it, the feeling of the cock thrusting down her throat only heightening the sensation, the sluttiness of it all. Thinking of Mike, of how upset he would be if he knew, if any of the wives knew what they were doing out here, feeling like a dirty whore, she pushed into his cock to the hilt, and each thrust brought her higher and higher, mounting, increasing, pulsing. She began to scream, and Dave, masturbating standing over her and periodically leaning down to slap her tits, slapped her harder.

  "Shut up!” he demanded, and Stephen shoved his thick shaft deeper into her throat, stifling her screams with his cock.

  She writhed out of control, the pleasure overtaking her whole body, feeling used and taken and forced into her orgasm. It seized her, it overtook her.

  Finally, spent, her body quieted.

  "You're a dirty little slut, aren’t you?" Eric asked with a grin. She could tell he had loved watching her, feeling her cunt spasm around him.

  They moved her onto all fours now, and she crouched with hands and knees in the grass as Dave moved behind her and shoved into h
er cunt. Eric took his place at her mouth now, and forced her to lick clean all of her own juices from his cock.