Mega Huge Collection of Rougher Daddies

by Lara Friedman

  We had been together since we were 17 I had known her even longer than that and I knew the first time that I saw her that she was the girl for me. She was and still is so stunningly beautiful but she had no idea about the effect she had on guys. She is still the same now. One of the reasons she would not at first fulfil my fantasy was because she was scared of rejection. She honestly thought no man would want to be with her and did not believe me when I told her they would be lined up around the block if they thought they had a chance.

  It's a hard thing to try to explain to your wife that you want another person to fuck her. She automatically thinks that you want to jump into bed with another woman to, your some kind of pervert or that you don't love her. She thinks how could you love her? because if you did how could you want her to do it? Well the answer is simple to me, it because I love her that I want her to do it.

  I see it as a compliment. I love her so much that I want her to be happy, I love her so much that I want her to be satisfied, I love her so much that i want her to be fulfilled.

  I also admit that it could because I enjoy the humiliation side of the fantasy I think i would like to feel that I am not up to the task of satisfying her so she has to get a bigger better lover. That's another part of the fantasy that she found hard to get her head around. She thought she could not do it as it would be hurting me. Nonsense I told her, it would strengthen our relationship. It would add spice to our sex life, she would feel great with the attention of two men and it would be something that we did together, something naughty, sexy and exciting.

  There was also the barrier that she felt it was wrong to do it. But how could it be wrong if I want her to fuck a guy, she wants to fuck a guy and the guy certainly wanted to fuck her. I explained that it was not hurting anybody which led to her next barrier. What if people found out?

  I explained that we would have rules that we both had to respect so that it was kept private. The first rule would be to meet someone from out of our area so there would be no chance of awkwardly bumping into them. Secondly we would speak to the guy first anonymously online to find out about him and to decide if we trusted him before meeting and to be reassured that he would be discreet. We would have him send pictures so that she could decide if she was attracted to him and finally if either of us felt uncomfortable then we would stop straight away.

  It had taken years of persuasion and reassurance, with lots of agreeing then changing her mind. Lots of time was wasted talking to idiots, weirdos and time wasters, untill we were almost there. At last she had agreed, we had found the right guy and she had agreed to meet him. He was a guy we met online a few years older than us, who she found attractive. We got on well online because he wasn't seedy or pervy and he really loved her too when we showed him her photos. It was finally going to happen.

  So there we were at the hotel, me lying on the bed excited and horny and her getting ready, she was dressed in a beautiful sexy black dress, her make up and hair done to perfection nervously sipping on her wine. There was a knock on the door, we both jumped to our feet and before I answered the door I kissed her, told her how much I loved her and told her to enjoy.

  I opened the door and in came our new friend. He confidently walked over to my wife and introduced himself while I poured him a glass of wine. I was expecting there to be awkward chit chat and some silent pauses while we waited to get started, but he just took the wine from me took a sip then handed it back to me. He then turned back to my wife and kissed her. She kissed him back with their arms around each other and it was the greatest most horny thing I had ever seen. I moved to the corner of the room and took a seat ready to enjoy the show.

  There they were standing at the foot of the bed locked together in a passionate kiss his arms caressing her up and down his arms all over her body and sexy ass. He pushed her gently from him and then slowly undid her dress all the while looking into her eyes. He let go and her dress fell around her feet. My wife was stood there in front of another man in just her underwear. He again took control of the situation kissing her, again his hands explored her body touching her all over her body before undoing her bra dropping it to the floor. Next off came her knickers untill she was stood there naked in front of him. Without saying a word he gently forced her to her knees and began undressing, he took of his top first before undoing his jeans, he tossed them on to the floor before standing in front of her his waist directly in front of her face. He seemed in good shape, not like a fitness fanatic but just like someone who cared what they looked like.

  Next off came his boxers to show a huge penis, he was still soft and already bigger than me fully erect. She looked at it in shock until he leaned forward taking her hand and placing it gently on his cock. She began to stroke it slowly watching him become bigger and bigger until his hand moved to the side of her head gently guiding her forward so that he was now in her mouth. She began to expertly suck his dick, he threw his head back clearly enjoying my wife's talent. I had been sucked many times by her and it really was an outstanding skill of hers.

  I watched mesmerised as my stunning wife kneeled naked on the floor sucking on his huge dick. He then lifted her from the floor and lay her on the bed. He knelt between her legs and began licking her and kissing her pussy. He was clearly very talented himself judging from my wife's reaction. She sighed and moaned softly clearly enjoying herself. Then it was time, up until now it was the best thing I had ever seen, I had loved every moment of it but what he was going to do next I had dreamed about for years. He turned her over directing her onto her hands and knees. We had all agreed before hand that he would use a condom but he was about to fuck her and there was no sign of any condoms. She didn't seem to mind, or rather had completely forgotten, he certainly didn't mind so who was I to say not to. He got into position with his dick at my wife's pussy, then slowly began to push himself in. My wife's face at that moment was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, she had a look which was a mixture of lust, excitement and a little bit of pain from taking our new friends huge cock. Our friend began to thrust gently at first before getting faster and faster, he was fucking her harder and harder and she was taking all his cock pushing back against him clearly becoming more turned on than I had ever seen her. Her breathing began getting louder and her sexy face became flushed until she came, and she had the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced. In all the time that I had fucked my wife she had never cum like that with me, and never just by me fucking her. I always made her climax with our old favourite friend "Mr rampant rabbit" and here was our new favourite friend giving her her best ever orgasm in just over 5 minutes. But he wasn't done.

  He was still fucking her passionately and wasn't going to stop until he had satisfied himself. He pulled out of her and lay on the bed beside her pulling her on top of him. Once on top he pulled her by her hair so that he could kiss her again and as they kissed passionately he guided his cock back in side her thrusting up hard so that she moaned loudly. He pushed her body upright so that she could ride him as he played with her big sexy breasts. I watched her ride him his hands all over her body until suddenly she was cumming again this time with a cry of "ohhh fuuuuuck." But still he wasn't finished. He kept fucking her thrusting deep inside her until he came right up inside her filling her pussy with his sperm.

  They just lay there my wife still on top of him his cock still inside her holding each other until she rolled off him. He got up and dressed while I made him another drink my wife still naked on the bed. He says he would like to do it again some time and my wife agrees we say our good byes and I'm alone with my wife again.

  I thank her for doing it once again telling her how awesome she looked getting fucked and then I jump into bed with my erection throbbing feeling the most horny I have ever felt.

  I ask if I can fuck her but she says that she is a little sore after taking our friends big cock so I lay there while she jerks my cock. She begins telling me how good our friend was which I already knew because I was watching I laugh. I cum qui
ckly after all the built up hornyness and we lay in each others arms more in love than ever before and looking forward to the next time.

  The End.

  Wrong

  His hand pushed down against my spine, holding me flat to the mattress. As I turned my head to look round at him he thrust downwards, pressing me deeper into the springs. My heart thudded heavily. For a moment I was so intently aware of the air against my exposed skin, the shock of cool hitting wet that I shivered. It drew a groan from him. A low and desperate sound.

  Unseen I heard the pop of a plastic lid. It dropped softly against the carpet. Then the wet slurp of ointment being scooped out. My body tingled all the way to my toes. Fear, sharp and sudden blossomed, this was going to hurt. All the talk of taboo and dirty seemed less arousing with the possibility of actual pain. My breath choked in my throat as I fought for a way to phrase a refusal. Words that would decline but not kill the headiness of arousal.

  The slap to my buttocks stole my thoughts. Leaving only the heat and sting across softly jiggling skin. Again and again. My breath stopped. My cunt wept. My brain whipped wildly between wanting and not wanting.

  Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he pressed his cock to my hole. My body was too lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice an objection. My fingers dug into the quilt below me. I was wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under him but he rested his weight on me, pinning me firmly.

  His cock head pulsed against my arsehole. One, twice, I began to shake my head, no, but he thrust downwards. So hard and so fast, his cock so thickly greased, that my body opened for him in a way it never had before. Thick, thick, swollen meat filled my unused hole, so thoroughly that I squeaked in shock. My taut anal muscle rang hot with the force. I gasped, too shocked to interpret any sensation. His cock was thicker than it had ever been, feeling more like a fist. It sat deep inside me, pulsing with forbidden promise. My muscles were stinging. My body jerked under his in an attempt to reject his invasion. He groaned and hissed through his teeth. Shockingly his cock seemed to grow. It pulsed and thickened even further. His thighs shuddered as they pressed against mine.

  Just when I thought he was in as deep as he could go he pressed down and opened me up another inch, then two. I gasped. He groaned. It was in my head to push him off, the shock so encompassing, then I breathed out and realised that though it hurt it was not the hurt of my fears.

  My arse did hurt, it burned and pulsed with the abuse of the invasion, but the heat moistened my cunt beyond it regular slickness. I could feel my arousal sliding down my thighs. I made a soft helpless sound, trapped between my pain and my desire. Unable to decide.

  I didn't have to. He chose for me. With a roar of masculine need he pulled back a fraction, grazing his cock against the sensitive wall of my arse, then he shoved down with his hips with a ferocity that overwhelmed me. His cock speared deep into my arse. It felt like his arm and not his cock was fucking me. My hole was so narrow, so tight, that his cock was magnified proportionately. It delved like a punch that kept coming until it felt like acres of cock ploughed all the way to my throat.

  The sensation was so strong, so wrong, that I cried out. He stopped, held himself still so that the only movement was the thud of his pulse. That pulse was so strong, so deeply buried in me, that I moaned and stretched beneath him. Rolling my spine so that my buttocks pushed upwards towards him, a small encouragement that didn't go a miss.

  He took advantage of my raised hips and slipped his hand between my legs. Two fingers slid into my wet sex. Orgasm hit like a sledgehammer. I rocked and groaned, helpless beneath him. With a growl he added two more fingers, stretching open my pulsing cunt and force-feeding my body with sensation. His heat surrounded me, invaded me, and coaxed me. Whichever way I turned I was assailed by yet more. Arching upwards would rasp my shoulders with his chest hair, straining away from his fingers forced his cock deeper into my aching arse, and peeling away from his cock impaled me on his fingers. I rocked in sensational oblivion. My body so alive to every touch that I could only shake and tremble, my mouth too disconnected from my brain to form words.

  He waited until the climax subsided. Until I was shivering weakly, panting. I could feel the tension of his intention but lacked the awareness to prepare for it. A fingernail grazed the hard bud of my nipple and as my body jerked in reaction he pulled away from me. His cock seemed to stretch my arse on its way out almost as much as its entry. The feeling so unexpected that I had barely registered that when he thrust back in. Stiffening beneath him at the fierce lunge, my muscles tensing in protest, his fingers bunched inside my cunt spread wide open, stretching those muscles from within.

  As I grew accustomed to the feeling of being stretched so taut the pain lessened and was replaced by the sensation of him sliding his greased cock along the walls of my arse. It was not somewhere that had been tickled before and felt something like a blow to the funny bone, painful and strange all at once. With the understanding that this was not true pain, not unbearable, I relaxed more deeply and was assailed by the sensation of his cock rubbing the length of that tight, tight space. His breathing deepened and that triggered yet another sensation. The knowledge that my body was going to make him cum. I felt the tension in his thighs, the stiffening of his cock, the burrowing of his fingers and the shuddering of his breath on my shoulder.

  "Dirty little bitch." He hissed.

  I smiled at the words, couldn't stop myself. They were not pleasant ones but from his lips they were the highest of compliments. Worth more than all the goddesses and angels in the world. Better still I felt dirty, his fat swollen cock pumping grease into my arse. It didn't matter how liberated I was it felt wrong. And when something felt this wrong it had to be right.

  I ground down against his hand, demanding, urging, his fingers probed deep inside me, ripping another orgasm from my body. It was too much for him; he gave a bellow, one of shock and triumph. With a painful grinding of his hips he pumped thick streams of hot cum into my arse whilst I shook and spasmed beneath him, my own pleasure heightened by his.

  I sighed and stretched my arms above my head, my body pulsing with satisfaction. "Ok you were right. I do like anal. That means you get to watch the sports channel."

  He snorted with laughter and slapped a palm across my bum. "I don't know why you argue with me, we haven't found anything that you don't like yet."

  The End.

  Working through Lunch

  "Are you sure?" I say, looking into big eyes. Not just any eyes. They belong to the hottest women in our office.

  "We only have half an hour; I want you to fuck me." You reply with Passion and lust shooting out of your eyes.

  "That's all I need to know." We head to the store cupboard. I reply. I grab a handful of your hair and

  Pull the long hair back. The snarling beast inside each of us is Set free.

  You grab my hair on the back of my head, pulling me back. "Fucking kiss me you bastard". You press your lips on mine; shove your tongue inside my mouth, darting around mine. I smell your scent, so intoxicating; it makes my hard cock twitch in my shorts.

  We start working on each other's Clothes. You rip my shirt off, I unbutton your blouse; tear your bra down from your breasts. I Cup my hands around your beautiful firm breasts, twisting your hard nipples.

  You have a nipple ring. God I want you. You buried your face in my neck; I growl as you bite down hard then start licking and kissing your way down to my chest. You can't resist biting hard on my nipple, before licking and kissing your way down my chest and stomach.

  You go down on your knees; struggle to work the buckle of my belt free then lower the zipper. You yank my trousers and boxers down to my knees, my hard cock springing free.

  A wet drop is already welling up from the tip; I feel your amazing tongue lapping it up.

  I growl out with pleasure and roughly grasp your head, taking handfuls of hair in my fingers.

  "Uuhhh, ye
s. Suck me!"

  You wrap your hand around my shaft and squeeze rhythmically. Running your tongue up my cock, softly, then again, more firmly.

  I gaze into your innocent blue eyes looking up at me. A knowing, sultry, smile curves your lips as you take my cock in your mouth in one wet stroke.

  "Oh God... So fucking good" I moan, my head falling back to rest against the wall.

  I feel you taking my shaft into your mouth, over and over, sucking and licking and swirling. A soft humming moan escapes your throat.

  My hand still in your hair, I push your head forward, feel your nose press on my stomach, your tongue lapping away at my balls. I hold your head tightly and start fucking your mouth.

  Pulling out till my head is on your lips, and then drive your face back across the length of my shaft until my balls slap your chin. Tears well up in your eyes as your throat spasms on my cock every deep thrust. Streams of saliva are covering my cock, running down your chin and down my balls.

  "Fuck, we have to hurry." I pull out of your mouth, a relieving look on your face.

  "Fucker," you say as I grab your arm, pulling you up on your feet.

  "You got that right." I spin you against the wall, sliding my hands under your silky black skirt. I pull your black panties down, lifting your skirt up, before pressing you against the wall.

  Gripping your hips I lift you up while you wrap your legs around my waist. Our tongues are playing a chasing game, twirling around each other mid-air between our mouths.

  You drop your hand in search of my shaft.