by David Black
“He was probably in his late twenties,” she started, “and was perfectly polite.”
“Good.”
“First he played with my tits and my pussy for a few minutes.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, trying to keep my eyes on the road.
“Then he asked me to lay on his bed and play with myself while he watched,” she continued, “then-”
“Did you make yourself cum?” I interrupted.
She nodded.
“Yeah. Then he got naked, and I sucked his cock for a little while.”
“. . . How big was he?” I asked as I turned into the grocery store parking lot.
“Jeez, why are guys so obsessed with penis size?”
“I don’t know! I’m just curious!”
“About the same as you,” she said, “maybe not quite as big.”
Inside the store I quietly pestered her for more details, but she told me I would have to wait until we were back in the car. My cock chafed where it was tucked up into my belt. I watched other men jealously staring at her in her skimpy outfits while their wives shook their heads in disapproval.
We picked up a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of rum as well as some soda and a few other things we needed. When we got to the cashier Heather pulled a few twenties out of her purse and paid with them. She eyed me mischievously as the cashier put the bills into his till.
“What happened after that?” I asked as soon as we were back in the car.
“After I sucked him for a few minutes I put a condom on him.”
I was practically panting as I drove.
“I spread my legs and he fingered me a little bit. Then he started fucking me.”
“What position?” I asked.
“Missionary.”
“How was he?”
“Okay,” she said. “Not terrible or anything but not as good as you.”
“It wouldn’t hurt my feelings or anything . . . I mean, if he was.”
“He definitely wasn’t,” she assured me. “I didn’t cum. He fucked me for a while. Then when I could tell he was getting close he pulled out.”
One of my hands rubbed over my erection while I drove.
“He played with my pussy until he caught his breath.”
I took a deep breath too. I tried to pay attention to the road and not the images running through my mind.
“Then he started fucking me again,” she continued, “harder and faster than before. It didn’t take more than a minute or two before he lost it.”
“Where did he cum?” I asked, eagerly.
“In the condom.”
As soon as we got home my hands were all over her.
“I wanna fuck you.” My hand slid under her skirt and gripped her ass.
“Hold on just a minute!” she said. “Let me put away the groceries and pour a drink first.”
“Fuck, I’m horny!” I said, rubbing my hand over my pants.
“I can tell.”
I groped her as she put the food into the fridge and poured herself a drink. I let her drink a sip or two before I ushered her toward the bedroom.
“You look so fucking hot,” I said in a low voice.
“Yeah?” she asked, taking another sip. “What do you want to do to me?”
“Oh, I wanna fuck you,” I said as I kissed her neck. My hand slid between her thighs. I could feel her dampness through her panties.
She swallowed the rest of her drink and set it down the nightstand.
“Then do it!” she said.
I kissed her and then I turned her around and bent her over the bed. My breath was heavy as I fumbled with my belt buckle. I flipped her skirt up and squeezed her firm ass through her lacy panties.
“Give it to me baby,” she said, “give me that cock.”
I pulled my stiff cock out. Its tip was slick with precum. I leaned forward and pressed my cock against her ass. I bent over her and squeezed her tits. I pulled them out of her top and rubbed my naked aching cock against her ass.
I reached back and pulled her panties to the side. I let out a long groan as I slid into her.
“Mmn,” she purred.
“Fuck baby,” I panted, “Your pussy feels so good.”
I pawed at her tits as I fucked her vigorously.
“You like your wife being a whore?”
“Oh yeah!” I grunted. I bit her softly on the shoulder as I slammed in and out of her.
“You like selling your wife to other men?”
“Uh-huh!” I panted.
She was breathing heavy. She gripped the bed tightly.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum baby!”
“Fill me up,” she said, “fill up your whore wife!”
I grunted and my cock spasmed. “Oh god,” I moaned as I flooded her pussy.
“Fuck that was hot, baby,” I said as I pulled out and collapsed onto the bed. She rolled onto her back next to me.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“I love you baby.”
I kissed her. Then kissed her again. Her hand snaked down her body. She slid her fingers into her panties and started to rub her clit.
“Mmn-huh,” she murmured.
I caught my breath as I watched her rub herself toward climax.
“Tell me I’m naughty,” she said.
“Oh baby, you’re naughty.”
“How naughty?”
“So fucking naughty.”
She was breathing hard and fast.
“You are such a naughty wife,” I told her.
She whimpered and rubbed her clit faster.
“But you’re a really good whore.”
Her body shook and she gasped for air.
“FUCK . . . fuck,” she moaned. Her fingers slowed and then eventually withdrew.
First thing in the morning I checked my phone and my email.
“I got three different messages,” I told her.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah . . . is that alright?”
“Sure,” she said.
I eagerly started typing messages back to the guys.
“It’ll be nice to have a little breathing room,” she said, “money-wise.”
“Definitely.”
After a few messages back and forth I had the times set at 12:00, 6:30 and 9:00.
When noon rolled I drove her to the first of the ‘appointments’. I sat outside in the car with a raging erection.
As I waited impatiently my phone buzzed with a text. Another stranger eager to get his hands on my wife. Or, more accurately, his dick into her. I wanted to message him back but decided I should wait for Heather to get back.
But, I was drunk with lust. After five minutes I caved and texted the guy back. I told him she could meet him at 11 PM.
Heather rolled her eyes when I told her.
“Fine,” she said, “but no more today. And you have to ask me next time.”
“Sorry,” I said.
When we got home I still had a raging erection but she told me I would have to deal with it myself.
The next two ‘appointments’ went much the same as the previous two although she admitted that the 6:30 client did make her cum.
Finally we arrived at the last address of the night. The guy had a huge house in a very expensive neighborhood.
When he answered the door I noticed he was quite tall and had silver-grey hair.
I listened to the radio and waited. My dick was sensitive from prolonged erection and rubbing. The minutes dragged on. It was hard to explain, but I kind of liked the long, slow wait.
An hour came and went. When another ten minutes had passed, I started to get nervous.
‘where are you?’ I texted her. ‘Everything alright?’
It wasn’t until almost 25 minutes passed the hour that my phone buzzed with response.
‘Sorry!’ it said. Then, ‘Totally lost track of time! Be out in a minute.’
Shortly afterward she emerged and rushed over to the car.
“I’m sorry h
oney,” she said, a little flustered.
“Was everything okay?” I asked.
“Yes. Absolutely,” she said as I pulled the car onto the road. “Sorry I made you worry. I just got a little . . . distracted.”
“ . . . It’s okay.”
“He gave me a hundred dollar tip though,”
“Wow!” I said.
“If you promise to be gentle AND use plenty of lube, you can take me home and fuck me,” she said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.”
As soon as we got in the house we peeled our clothes off and headed to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and knelt over her. She smiled up at me as she squirted a little lube into her hand. She rubbed it all over my aching cock.
“Are you sore?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“A little bit,” she said. “Go slow.”
I carefully guided myself into her. My cock slid into her effortlessly. Her pussy felt loose around me. I started to gently thrust in and out of her.
“Was he big?” I asked.
“He was huge,” she said.
My stomach tightened, but my cock twitched inside her at the same time. It was hard to wrap my head around my feelings exactly, but I kept fucking her.
“How huge?” I asked, weakly.
“ . . . Ten or eleven inches probably.”
“Jesus,” I groaned, thrusting a little faster. “Did he make you cum?”
She bit her lip and nodded sheepishly.
“More than once?” I asked, breathing hard.
She nodded again.
“More than twice?”
“Half a dozen times,” she said.
“Holy shit,” I groaned. A wave of jealousy tinged lust swept over me.
“You’re not mad are you?” she asked.
“No,” I grunted, fucking her harder. I couldn’t help but imagine that she hardly felt me.
“Where did he cum?” I asked.
“All over my stomach and my tits,” she panted. “And he came A LOT too.”
“Uhh,” I groaned, “Hunh!” I was passed the edge. My balls started to drain into her loose, well-used pussy.
We spooned for a long time until I finally had to get up to take a piss. She was almost asleep when I climbed back into bed and wrapped my arms around her.
“I love you,” I whispered, “and don’t forget you are supposed to suck off Mr. Davis tomorrow.”
THE MEASUREMENT WAGER
We had rented a cabin up at the lake for the weekend with Mark and Amber, our closest friends.
Mark and Amber were both attorneys. He was tall and good looking. Amber wasn’t much shorter than him. She had long, fiery red hair and big breasts that she loved to display.
Jessica and I both worked at the pool installation company I owned. She was barely over five foot, a gorgeous Hispanic woman with long dark hair and big, unforgettable eyes.
Pretty much as soon as we arrived and got the cabin situated, Mark and I went out on the lake to get some fishing in.
The weather was great. Unfortunately we ended up doing more drinking beer than catching fish, but that never really bothered us.
When we got back, it was evident that the girls had been drinking margaritas pretty much non-stop since we left. They quickly poured us drinks and insisted we needed to catch up. By the time we finished grilling and eating the fish we had caught, the tequila bottle was almost empty.
“Let’s play truth or dare!” Amber suggested.
“Ummm . . . how old are we again?” her husband quipped.
“C’mon,” she insisted, “it’ll be fun.”
“I don’t know,” I grumbled.
“Both of you quit your whining,” Jessica said.
“Fine, fine, whatever,” Mark said.
“Alright,” Amber said, “Let’s play boys vs. girls.” She turned to us, “Truth or dare boys?”
“Dare, I guess,” Mark answered.
“Hmmm. I dare you both to shotgun a beer,” Amber said.
“Easy,” Mark said. He grabbed two cans from the fridge. We pierced them and downed them.
“Alright,” I said, “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”
“Truth,” Jessica said.
“Okay . . . What is the naughtiest sex you’ve ever had?”
“Hmmmm . . .” Jessica thought. “We did it in a church bathroom stall at a wedding last year.”
“Yep,” I said with a grin.
“Nice,” Mark said.
“And you?” I asked Amber.
“Easy. Sophomore year of college I banged my boyfriend and his roommate in their dorm.”
“Whoa!” I said.
“That IS naughty,” Jessica said, laughing and taking a sip from her drink.
“Okay,” Amber said, “guys’ turn again.”
“Umm . . . Truth I guess,” I said.
“Okay . . . What is your deepest, most secret fantasy?” She asked in a sultry voice.
“Mmmm,” I groaned, “. . . Probably just two chicks at the same time.”
“Nope!” Jessica said loudly. “His most secret fantasy is to have me cuckold him.”
Amber laughed hysterically. “Ooooh . . .”
I glared at Jessica.
“What? You can’t lie during truth or dare,” she said with a giggle.
“Don’t worry,” Amber said, “That is Mark’s answer too.”
I looked over at him. He just shrugged.
“Would you really go through with it?” Amber asked me.
There was lump in my throat. I didn’t like feeling this exposed. But I nodded.
“Who is naughty now?” she asked with a laugh.
“Alright, alright, your turn,” Mark said.
“Dare,” Amber said.
“Fine. I dare you two to flash us,” Mark said.
My pulse quickened.
Jess looked at me with a smirk. Then she pulled her shirt down and her tits were out in the open for everyone to see. My cock sprung to life at another man staring at my wife’s tits.
“Nice!” Mark said.
After a few more seconds she put them away.
When we turned to Amber she pulled her shirt completely off and tossed it aside. Then she unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor, freeing her big breasts.
“Wow!” I said.
Jessica shrugged and shed her shirt too.
Mark and I just stared dumbly.
“I think we should pour some new drinks,” Jess said, nudging Amber.
I adjusted my erection as I watched them saunter over toward the fridge.
“Guess we’re lucky we agreed to play truth or dare,” Mark said to me.
“I guess so,” I agreed.
The girls whispered to each other in a conspiratorial manner as they freshened their drinks.
“What do you think they are up to?” Mark asked.
“No good, I’m sure.”
When they turned around they both had a devilish look in their eyes.
“We have a dare for you boys,” my wife said, her tits jiggling as she walked toward us.
“Don’t we get to pick truth or dare?” I asked.
“Nope,” Amber said sternly.
I just shrugged.
Jess slowly looked Mark and I over.
“We want the two of you to drop your pants and measure your cocks.”
“What?!” Mark said.
Amber let out a fit of laughter.
“THEN,” Jess continued, “Whichever one of you is smaller will get cuckolded.”
My stomach did a flip. My mouth felt like it dried up completely.
