His phone rang, and how he heard anything was nothing short of amazing. Still, he had his conversation and just nodded up and down. “Got it. I’ll tell them.”
“What’s up?” I asked.
“That was Nancy. She said she’d meet us at the house. That okay?”
“It’ll have to be.”
We had a couple of drinks, and Rick spent most of the time rubbing Sandra’s back or leg, or God knows what else. After we finished our round, he picked up the tab and pointed towards the door.
We walked outside where the air was finally breathable again. The noise level in the bar was so high we could barely understand anything we were saying. “You guys wanna ride with me?” Rick asked.
“Sure!” Sandra piped up.
“Why don’t we follow you? Not real sure about leaving my car here.” Sandra seemed a little disappointed at that thought. I knew what she was thinking suggested she ride with Rick.
I did my best to keep up with him, but he darted in and out of traffic so quickly that it was difficult. I did, however, know the area he spoke about. I was barely on the new bridge when I spotted his car. I dropped in behind them, quite frankly a little nervous about Sandra being in the car alone with him. At least I could see their heads through the rear window.
This was my favorite bridge in all of Charleston. It’s about three miles long, and the new bridge had five lanes going each way; a vast improvement over the old bridge, which at times was barely wide enough for two cars. I could only imagine what they were talking about, but I could see Sandra facing him as he drove. Then her head dipped out of sight. I knew right away what she was doing; she’d given me more than one blowjob while I drove over this bridge, and from the looks of it she was going to do the same for him.
The blood pumped through my veins at lightning speed, feeding my cock. I was so hard the steering wheel was rubbing it as I made the slow turn to the right. Each overhead light showed me just enough of the top of her head as she bounced up and down on him.
His taillights nearly scared me to death as he slowed down at the end of the bridge. I didn’t even realize I was that close to him. I slammed my brakes, sliding into the steering wheel hard on first. He slowed down as he passed through town, but she didn’t. She apparently was going to continue all the way to his house.
His house was just a small three bedroom home, but it was at the end of a very long and secluded driveway. At the end, his house sat on an empty field overlooking the Intracoastal Waterway. Nice, I thought as I pulled up beside him. I could see Nancy’s car in the carport.
Rick was already at the passenger’s door helping Sandra out of the car when I put the car in park, shut the motor of and opened my door. Straightening her hair and makeup, wiping the corners of her mouth, Sandra grabbed his hand and stepped out of the car.
Before I could say anything, the front door swung open and she stepped out onto the porch. She was in the tightest dress I’ve ever seen, with the fuck me pumps that made my crotch twitch. Nancy, in all her glory, silhouetted against the light from inside the front door; simply breath taking. She crossed her arms and stomped her foot. She was holding something, but I couldn’t make it out. She looked sexy as hell, but pissed. “I thought you guys would never get here!”
Chapter 13
It wasn’t until I was inside the house that I realized this was way out of my league. Nancy grabbed a fistful of my shirtsleeve as she pushed me towards the overstuffed chair in the den. I probably would have noticed how beautiful the view over the Intracoastal Waterway if I could have concentrated on anything but her. Her hair was pulled high up on her head, in an uncharacteristic bun that made her look like a librarian from the shoulders up. But from that point down, she was all leather and fishnet, trimmed with deep purple panels criss crossing her leather corset. The high heel shoes looked more like a torture device, but they did their job. Her legs, albeit short, looked incredibly powerful and inviting, topped with a lace and garter strap that connected to her corset. Black leather thongs completed her ensemble, and for a moment I completely forgot that Sandra and Rick had come into the room. That’s when I saw them for the first time: handcuffs.
Talk about your mind going into overdrive; every nasty sexual thought I had ever had came rushing to the front of my brain as I desperately tried to close my eyes to process it all. Nancy slapped the handcuffs on my wrists and cinched them down tight, leaning into me and whispering, “You ready for this, Tom?”
I could only mumble and nod my head. I was completely overwhelmed with emotions. I thought my cock was going to jump out of my pants as she slid her fishnet covered knee into me, pressing hard against my balls. In less than thirty seconds she had reduced me to a human lump of clay, and I was willing to do anything she said at that point.
“Good boy!” Nancy exclaimed as she stood up, straightening her corset and towering over me. “Let’s get this party started.”
Nancy stepped aside, allowing me to see Sandra and Rick in a full embrace as they stood in the middle of the room. Nancy sat on the arm of the chair, throwing her arm around my head as her perfume and pure sexual nature enveloped me. “Watch, you filthy pig,” Nancy said. “You’re gonna to see how a real man takes care of his woman! It’s what you wanted, right?” she asked as she grabbed my hard on and squeezed it unmercifully.
“Sandra!” Nancy said, “I think Tom likes watching his little slut wife with another man. Isn’t that right, my little cuckold?” She leaned in hard to me, making sure I knew she was in control. “You like watching another man service her?”
“Yes…”
“That’s ‘Yes Mistress!’ And don’t you forget it!” she said as she pulled my cock hard. “I don’t want to have to tell you again, you pathetic waste of space. You’re here for my pleasure, asshole.”
I knew something must be wrong with me now. If watching Sandra suck off another man wasn’t hot enough, the rough handling of my cock and the demeaning nature of her tone were taking me to another place in my mind: a place of pure pleasure.
“You understand?” Her sharp tone brought me back to reality.
“Yes, mistress.”
Nancy climbed out of the chair only to strip my clothes from my body. Her breasts begging to peek out of the top of her corset in a manner that only my cock understood. As she bent over me, slapping my now free hard on and telling me how I was a worthless piece of shit only heightened my excitement. Pre cum now freely flowed from the head, as she stroked me hard and fast.
She slid between my thighs, forcing them wider and wider apart as she grabbed the base of my cock. “You like this, don’t you? I can tell.” She pulled my balls with one hand as she stroked the full length in front of her face. I stared into her eyes. “Don’t look at me, asshole. Watch your wife!”
She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock as I looked over at Sandra now. She was naked, and on her hands and knees on the coffee table. Rick stood poised behind her, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands while his cock bobbed up and down in the air. I could see how wet Sandra was, and her delicious cunt was about to be plowed by the more than ample dick that stood straight out in front of Rick. With one hand on her hip, he guided his prick up and down the crack of her ass. Moans of pleasure escaped Sandra’s lips as her head dropped down. She was beautiful; her full breasts now dangling as they had done so many nights above my head as she rode me to multiple orgasms.
Rick pressed his cock against her, sliding effortlessly into her wet and waiting cunt. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she bit her lip, savoring the cock now fully engulfed inside of her. He slowly pulled the massive prick out, her juices clinging to his solid shaft as he slammed it home inside her.
“YES!” Sandra screamed as her hands clenched the edge of the coffee table. “Fuck me!”
My own cock betrayed me as I felt my orgasm nearing the edge. I watched in silence as Rick slammed into her, over and over again. Nancy raked her teeth over the head and down the side of my dick
as she glared at me.
Pulling my cock out of her mouth just long enough to ask, “Enjoying watching a real man fuck her?”
“Yes, mistress. Yes,” I said as my own head flew back into the chair.
Nancy squeezed me harder, ordering me to watch every movement. “Look at him! Look at his fat cock fucking your wife. Don’t you dare come, you piece of shit!”
I couldn’t help it. Out of nowhere it shot through my balls and up my shaft, splattering all over Nancy’s face. “You son of a bitch! What the fuck did I tell you?” she said, pulling back away from me. “You fuckin’ piece of shit. No fuckin’ wonder Sandra needs a real man!”
Nancy pushed back against my thighs, standing up straight in front of me. I could now see Rick laughing as he slammed his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. Sandra was now staring at me, looking at me with the same disgust that Nancy showed me. Nancy wiped the come from her face and into her open mouth, leaned over and kissed my closed lips, covering them with my own come, her tongue pressing against me until I acquiesced, parting my lips to allow her in. She fed me every drop, even wiping it off my cock with her fingers before pushing them in between my lips. “Open up, asshole. Taste that fuckin’ come!”
She finally stood up, and with the same level of disgust said, “You can just sit there in your own pathetic come and watch Rick fuck her.
My cock, now dribbling the last remnants of my orgasm down my thigh; the warmth quickly cooling in the night air as Nancy walked over behind Rick. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling her body into his, joining his rhythm as he fucked Sandra. Nancy glared at me. “Look here, you son of a bitch. Be thankful that we’re even letting you watch.”
The hand cuffs were beginning to cut into my wrists as Rick pulled hard into Sandra, my cock still throbbing and bouncing in the air. Rick issued a guttural groan as he emptied his balls inside her.
My cock now throbbing hard again, as Rick’s come dribbled down the back of Sandra’s thighs. I couldn’t help but stare directly at her. I was lost in a whirlwind of emotions, and at the time it seemed nothing would bring me down. That was, until…
Nancy grabbed the small chain between the handcuffs, pulling me to my feet as she drug me across the room. “On your knees, asshole!” she shouted. I complied, kneeling beside my wife who hadn’t budged from her position on the coffee table. “Clean her up!” Nancy pointed. “Now!”
I turned my head, taking in the mixure of cock and pussy emanating from my wife’s body. Nancy grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her, covering my cheeks and nose with Rick’s come. “Clean her up! Stick that fuckin’ tongue out. You know you want to.”
It was one thing to taste my own come, but someone else’s? I didn’t seem to have much choice as Nancy pressed the spike of her heel against my calf. “Now, Goddammit! Now!”
I stuck my tongue out, licking up the crack of Sandra’s ass. She pushed back against me, forcing my tongue inside her. And then Sandra spoke. I couldn’t believe it, but she said it. “Lick his come from my fuckin’ cunt, asshole!”
I nearly came on the spot as I willing licked her pussy clean; reveling in her well used cunt, and loving every minute of it.
Chapter 14
It’d been a few days since our last encounter with Rick and Nancy. The experience was more than I could have ever imagined. I never viewed myself as such an open and free sexual spirit. And while some may find my experience humiliated, I can only say… You don’t know unless you try it.
One thing’s for sure, my relationship with Nancy had definitely warmed up. And Sandra’s initiative and sexual desires had really heated up. And most of all, I looked forward to many new and exciting adventures!
About the Author
I’ve been writing for several years, but lately have turned my attention to improving my writing and developing a serious approach to not only erotic scenes but even, dare I say it, erotic romance.
I love it when the people reveal their innermost fantasies. Everyone has secret fantasies, and we’re on a mission to find out what they are!!!!
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Other Books by Chris and Laura Cooper
All Hands on Deck
Bed Warmers Volume 1
Bed Warmers Volume 2
Bed Warmers Volume 3
Change of Hands
City of Romance
Come Home with Me Part 1
Come Home with Me Part 2
Confessions of a Slut Wife Part 1
Confessions of a Slut Wife Part 2
Dream Lover
How I Became a Swinger
My Hot Bedtime Stories Volume 1
My Hot Bedtime Stories Volume 2
My Hot Bedtime Stories Volume 3
Nymph
Pandora’s Box
Panties in a Wad
Play with Me
Semper Fi
Sex with the Ex
Sharing Cecelia
Shifters
Sizzling Bedtime Stories Volume 1
Sizzling Bedtime Stories Volume 2
Spankers Volume 1, Issue 1
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The Plantation
Tramp Stamp Club: How it all Began
Tramp Stamp Club: My Slut Wife Training
Tramp Stamp Club Profiles: Karen
Tramp Stamp Club Collection
Watched
Watching Laura
Worth a Try
Table of Contents
Forward
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
About the Author
Other Books
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