I am sure part of the reason he was there was to evaluate some of us who might be up for a promotion. Becky claimed to be too tired to go, but I insisted. This was too important for her to miss. Our company liked to hire married people and wives were an important part of our culture. At the party, Becky relaxed and began enjoying herself as she normally did. She was really a very pleasant person normally, before the child crisis anyway. We had been there about two hours when I realized Becky was not by my side. I saw her talking to Mr. Williams in the corner. They seemed intent. I turned to talk to someone else. When I looked for her again, she was gone. So was Mr. Williams. Immediately, I began to wonder. What was happening? Had they left together? Then, my immediate supervisor grabbed me to meet the new recruit. I was stranded, trying to make polite conversation while my brain whirled. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Becky. “Honey, let’s go home,” she said. Her eyes were wild, more alive then I could remember seeing them in years. She was very excited as she dug her nails into my arm. I said my farewells and followed her toward the door. Mr. Williams was watching us as we left. In the car, I tried to make conversation but she said she did not want to talk right now. She leaned back as if asleep but her foot was moving rhythmically with her shoe dangling off her toes. She bounced into the house. “Did you have a nice talk with Mr. Williams?” I asked as we undressed in our bedroom after the party. The tension was thick. Becky was moving sensually, her hips rotating more than normal, her back arched. I was hard just thinking about her. “Yes. Why didn’t you tell me you were up for a promotion?” “I didn’t know I was. The rumor mill had my name in the pot but I have not been officially informed.” “Well, you certainly are being considered,” Becky said. I was sitting on the bed in my jockeys. Becky was now naked except for her panties. I knew she wanted sex because she let me see her bare breasts. She had a funny smile as she sat next to me on the bed, a funny, wild smile. “Tell me you favorite sexual fantasy again,” she said. I quivered. She had never asked this question before, never. “Which one?” I asked, although I knew exactly which one she meant. She dragged her nails over my bare leg. “You know which one.” “I want you to have sex with another man. I want him to impregnate you. I want to watch or I want you to come home and tell me about it.” I gasped it out, my voice squeaky. Sweat started to flow from me. “Tell me yours now,” I asked. Becky would never discuss her fantasies. I knew tonight was going to be different. She was dying to tell me. She gave me a coquettish gaze, looking up from under her lashes. “Oh, mine is almost the same as yours. In mine, a strong man takes me in a situation where I have little choice about it. You watch sometimes. Sometimes, I tell you about it. He fucks me. His dick is big and long and thick and so very hard. He fucks me all he wants to. He fucks me and makes me pregnant.” She was wild, digging her fingernails into my thigh. She leaned over conspiratorially. “More than that, he makes me his slut. Me, Bobby, me. Little, sweet, shy Becky. I become his slut, relishing in his control of me, loving every minute of the sex, doing whatever he wants anytime he wants.” “Why did you never tell me that?” She ignored my question, standing and walking away. She spun to face me again, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward. “I know what it will take to get you the promotion,” she said. “What?” “Mr. Williams wants me. He wants to fuck me.” I started to quiver. I could tell Becky was very sexually excited, more excited than I had ever seen her, even on the honeymoon. Her nipples were hard and I could see the dark stain of honey dew on her panties. Her eyes glittered as she sat by me again. Her hand slid up my leg to feel the erection in my shorts. “I want to fuck him. I want him to take me. I want him to make me his slut. You would like that, Bobby, wouldn’t you? You would like your sweet wife to fuck your boss and for you to get the promotion. Think of it, Bobby. Think of Mr. Williams, your boss, between my legs, fucking me, fucking me so hard. Think of his hot cum flooding my ravaged pussy. Think of his virile sperm seizing my eggs, making me pregnant. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Her hand was rubbing my cock hard now. I could not hold back. “Oh, Bobby, you are excited. You came in your shorts. I want you to get hard again and cum in me, Bobby. I want you to cum in me as I tell you my fantasy.” I was hard in an instant. Becky stripped off her panties and shoved them in my face, giving me a deep smell of her delicious odors. She lay on her back and pulled me between her legs as our eyes locked together. I was moving slowly in and out. “Mr. Williams is my fantasy, Bobby. He tells me I will do as he says. If I do, you get a big raise. If I don’t, you get fired. I have no choice. But, if I had a choice, it would be him. I want him to father my children. I want my belly fat with his child. So, I let him have me. And, oh, Bobby, he really has me! His cock is big, very big, and very hard. He fucks my pussy so good, so good.” By now, Becky was sweating profusely, her speech slurred, her nails deep in my back, her legs tight around me. Our breathing was ragged. I fought to hold back from cumming again. “Then, he rolls me over and fucks my ass. He is not gentle. He just rams that big prick in me. I scream from the pain but it starts to feel good, as good as getting my pussy fucked. Then, I orgasm from his big cock in my ass. I can feel you, Bobby. I can tell you are ready to shoot. Cum, Bobby! Cum in me! Cum in me thinking of your sweet little wife getting royally fucked by your boss, of his seed growing in me.” She screamed and started bucking. I could not hold back any longer. My cock had never been that hard that long. I exploded in her. As we lay cooling together, Becky said softly, “I intend to live my fantasy, Bobby. I am going to fuck your boss. I am going to bear his children And, if he will have me, I am going to be his slut.” She slipped out of bed. I heard her make a phone call from the living room. When she returned, I asked what she did. “I called Mr. Williams. He will explain it to you in the morning. Now, go to sleep.” She curled up against me. I could not sleep. I had never been so aroused, so hard, so wild, as I thought about my Becky carrying a baby. During the night, as her bottom was curled against me, I slipped my cock in her. She moaned and pushed back. “That is it, Bobby. Fuck me while I dream of carrying Mr. Williams’ baby.” Mr. Williams called me into his office early the next day. “I understand you and your wife had a nice conversation after the party last night, Bob,” he said. “Yes, sir.” His eyes were cool, neutral as he watched me. I was surprised as how calm I felt. “And, what is your understanding, Bob?” “My wife is going to have an affair with you.” “Is that all?” “No, sir. You will make her pregnant.” A small smile twitched the corner of his lip for an instant. His eyes softened some. “You have no problem with that?” “No, sir. I have no problem.” “It will be more than that, Bob. Let me explain the ground rules. First, you will get the promotion and a nice raise.” “Thank you, Mr. Williams,” I replied. He nodded. “I will expect your wife to do as I say when I say, which includes dress and decorum. I will have her when I wish, where I wish. In addition, I expect her to perform for my friends when I tell her to. So, it will not be just me fucking her, Bob. Do you understand that?” “Mr. Williams, may I sit down?” “Of course. Would you like a drink?” “No, sir. It is just . . . ” “I understand, Bob, but, I want you to be aware of what is going to happen to her if I take her. No surprises.” “Yes, sir.” “The affair may last a weekend or a lifetime. I understand you two do not have sex very often?” “Yes, sir. Maybe twice a month.” He laughed, not an evil laugh, but a laugh which said I was a fool for letting my wife service me so seldom. “One of the real benefits to you, Bob, will be lots of sex. She will have sex with you every night, either vaginally or orally. Anally is reserved for me.” “Of course,” I said. “Any night she does not satisfy you, you are to tell me the next morning so I can punish her. I will punish her for not keeping you very happy in bed or for any other reason I choose. In fact, she will be punished whenever I think she needs it, Bob.” The thought of my wife being punished by my boss made me hard as a rock. I wondered how he would do it. “As for you, you are to continue to treat her as your wife, to love and care for her. She will need care, particularly when she is pregnant and during the delivery stage. And, I expect you to be a fine father for my children, Bob. I mean that sincerely.” “Children?” “Yes. Children. I expect her to have three to five, in total, at least two of which are mine. Do you understand this, Bob? I will make sure she has several children by me and at least one child by someone other than me.” “Yes, sir. I understand. We both do want children.” “Well, you will have plenty of them.” He came around from behind his desk, sitting in the chair next to mine. “She told me your fantasy. I will let you watch sometimes but, most often, she will tell you about it. I am sure she will have some good stories. Any questions?” “No, sir.” “Good. I am picking your wife up at three today. She is spending the weekend with me.” I did not know what to say to that. Finally, I said, “Well, have a nice weekend.” He laughed. “I am sure I will, Bob.” At three that afternoon, my head was spinning, knowing at this moment my wife was getting in my boss’ car to fuck him for the weekend. I was so hard and my mind was so full of visions of Mr. Williams fucking my wife I could not think. That night at home I masturbated twice, thinking about Becky with Mr. Williams. Saturday was a long day. Saturday night, I had just put a movie in the VCR when I heard the door bell. It was a young woman. She had on too much makeup, extremely tight clothes with a bare midriff and a very short skirt. She had high heels and stringy blonde hair. “Bobby Davis?” she asked. “Yes. Who are you?” “I am Tiffany. Mr. Williams sent me. I am your promotion bonus.” Tiffany was a real pro. She spent the night with me, taking her time to make the sex very enjoyable. I came four times before she left at dawn. But, she was not my wife. She was not Becky. Becky got home about six Sunday night looking exhausted and well used. She gave me a big, long kiss at the door. “Want to hear?” she asked. “Yes,” I answered, as my cock strained at my pants. “I need a hot bath. Come on and I will tell you.” I followed her into the bathroom where she drew the bath water and undressed. As she turned around, I gasped. Her breasts were bruised, with blue splotches on them. I saw other bruises as my eyes ran down her body. Then, I had a bigger surprise. “How do you like my shaved snatch?” Becky asked. Her pussy was smooth and bald. “What is that?” “A ring through my clit hood. He had me pierced. Want to touch?” I touched the tiny steel ring. She shivered and gasped from sexual need. “That sure pops my clit,” she moaned. Slowly, she lowered herself in the tub, moaning in enjoyment from the steaming water. “How was Tiffany?” she asked. “He told you?” “Yes. I think that was nice of him to do.” “Tiffany was fine. I got a wonderful blow job.” I said this intentionally because it was something Becky never did. She laughed. “I probably gave more blow jobs this weekend than Tiffany did. Get me some aspirin and a soft drink, please, Bobby.” When I returned, she took the aspirin, and lay back. “Ready to hear?” she asked. My cock had been ready since she walked in the door. “I would love to hear,” I said. “He picked me up at three. We went directly to a store where he bought me some new clothes to wear, slutty clothes, Bobby, clothes that reveal me like you have never seen. I will model them for you later. I was wearing my new clothes when he took me to a nice restaurant. Then, we went dancing. It was about one when we got to his house. He took me to his bedroom. We hugged and kissed as we undressed each other. Then, he lay me back. His cock is huge, Bobby. I mean a monster. I was afraid I could not take it all. But, he was very gentle, letting me get use to his size. God, Bobby, I have never felt so full. It was heaven.” She opened her eyes to look at me. I was rubbing my very hard cock through my pants. She smiled softly. “I have been ordered to take care of your every need. Want a blow job?” she asked. “Yes,” I croaked. “Well, get over here.” I dropped my pants and moved to the side of the tub. Becky, braced herself on her elbows on the tub side, and sucked me into her mouth. I was so aroused it took only a second before I shot. Becky swallowed it down like a slut, the slut she had become. Then, she relaxed again in the bath. “He fucked me until I could not come any more. Bobby, it was something. I had never come like that in my life. I mean I was fucked out, but he had not cum. He can hold back forever. I felt his hand in my pussy. Then, it moved to my ass. I could feel his fingers penetrating me back there. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked him. ‘I am going to fuck your ass now. I am lubricating it.’ ‘No. I don’t want you back there,’ I said. He just gave me an evil, demanding smile. ‘Actually, I would enjoy your fighting me. Raping your ass would be more fun for me than you giving it to me. But, it would hurt you a lot more. I suggest you shut up and turn over’.” I was getting hard again but Becky’s eyes were closed, her hands gently caressing her nipples which were hard as rocks. She was getting as hot rembering as she was telling me as I was listening. ” ‘No,’ I said. ‘You may not have my ass.’ We both knew I wanted him to force me, to rape my ass. I guess the restraints were hidden behind the mattress. He rolled me over and lay on me. He pulled the restraints out and attached me to the bed, face down, arms spread. “Now, little slut, beg me to fuck your ass.’ ‘No,’ I said, wondering what he would do. He reached under me, lifting me up a little to grab my breasts. He began to squeeze, his fingers digging into my flesh. It started to really hurt. That it where the bruises on my tits came from, Bobby, from his crushing it when I told him no. ‘Please don’t,’ I whimpered. He squeezed harder. I though he would rip my breasts off. Now, I was crying. I could stand no more. ‘Fuck my ass, please. Fuck my ass. I am begging.’” “He yanked me up on all fours. I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks apart, his monster at my virgin hole. He slammed all the way in on one stroke. God, it hurt, Bobby. I felt like I was being ripped in two. I screamed. I tried to pull away but his hands held my hips and my arms were tied. He waited as my ass hole spasmed in pain. When it finally relaxed, the pain began to subside. He started to move in and out, fucking my ass. It felt good. Soon, I was begging him to never stop. Oh, I begged him, Bobby. I begged him to never stop fucking my ass. I came twice from his monster cock up my ass.” She sighed contentedly and her eyes opened again. She smiled at me and saw my cock red and ready. “Don’t worry. I will let you have my ass someday,” she said. “No, Becky. Mr. Williams told me I was never to take you there. It is reserved for him.” “Well, I will make it up to you,” she said. Becky stood and began to dry off. Becky never bathes in front of me and for her to stand and let me look at her naked body while she dries off is a great change in her behavior. A change for the better, I might add. I looked closer at her body. I could see faint fingerprints bruised against her hips where he had held her. “What happened then,” I asked? She gave me a little, knowing smile. She knew I was totally aroused by her story. “After he came in my ass, we showered together. I sucked him until he was nice and hard. Then, he fucked me again. I went to sleep wrapped in his arms.” Becky wrapped her arms around me, kissing me. I could taste my cum in her mouth. “You want a quickie or do you want to hear the rest of the story first?” she asked. “A quickie.” After walking to the bed, Becky lay back, gave me a slutty look and spread her legs wide, grabbing her ankles to hold herself open. I had never seen her do that before. I knee walked between her legs and slipped my cock into her. She was sopping wet. She wrapped those legs around me and fucked me until I came, which was not long. “Did you orgasm?” I asked. She kissed me gently. “Bobby, I probably don’t orgasm from you fucking me one time in ten. That is the reason I like you to eat me. And, it is one of the reasons I want Mr. Williams’ monster cock. I orgasmed over and over on his cock, Bobby. Now, please eat me, baby. I want to cum, too.” I slipped between her legs, my mouth and tongue licking and sucking, taking her cum and mine, until she screamed in orgasm. When she had recovered, she continued. “Saturday, I accompanied him as he played golf, riding in the cart. The cart was crowded with three of us but it was cozy. His partner put his hand on my leg at one point. I looked at Mr. Williams but he winked at me. His partner, Mr. Arnold, took liberties the rest of the way. I came on his fingers behind the seventeenth green.” Becky was watching me like a hawk, to see my reaction. I was enjoying her story very much. “Saturday night, he told me what to wear. Do you want to see it?” “Very much,” I replied. She jumped up and opened her suitcase. She put on a black garter belt, black fishnet stockings, black five-inch-heeled shoes with a strap running around her ankle, a very short and very tight black skirt. She added a white pushup bra and a see through white blouse which emphasized her breasts and narrow waist. She looked like a slut, a high class slut. “Like it?” she asked. “Yes.” “Watch when I sit down.” She sat. It was almost impossible for her pussy not to show, the dress was so short. And, since she wore no panties and was shaven, the lips of her pussy were plainly visible. “What do you think, Bobby? I am a slut, or what? I told you I would be his slut.” She was excited at the thought, at being his slut. “Go on with your story,” I said. She smiled at me. “‘What are we doing tonight?” I asked. ‘Mr. Arnold is joining us for dinner. Then, the three of us are coming back here for sex.’ I began to tingle. I never had two men before. And, it was very thrilling to be told and expected to obey without regard for my feelings. It was a lovely dinner at another great restaurant. During dinner both of them played with my legs. Oh, Bobby, at one point, my skirt was up so far, both of them put fingers in me at the same time. It made me cum. Right there in the restaurant, I came from two men finger fucking me. When we returned to the house, Mr. Arnold kissed me and began undressing me. Mr. Williams joined us. I never had two men before as you know, Bobby. I took one in my ass while another was in my pussy. I sucked one off while the other fucked me. I kept their cocks clean with my mouth. I must have cum fifty times. They left me in the guest bedroom, passed out from exhaustion.” She grinned. “You have cum twice tonight. Do you need another?” “Oh, yes,” I said with a laugh. “Doggie style?” Becky said. I fucked my wife doggie style. This time I believe she came as I lasted forever. “What happened next?” Becky was exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep. “Hum?” “After Saturday night?” “Oh. Sunday, I fucked and sucked them both again. Then, I took a short nap. Mr. Williams awakened me, telling me we had an errand. That is when he had me pierced. That hurt. He meant it to hurt. The man at the tattoo parlor who did the piercing suggested they use a topical painkiller on me to deaden the area. Mr. Williams told him no, he wanted me to feel it. ‘We need to tie her down, then,’ the guy said. They tied me to a table, naked, legs spread. I felt him grab the hood with forceps and pull it out. Then, pop. I screamed like crazy. They gave me some aspirin. It is still throbbing some.” Becky smiled wanly. “Bobby, I have got to sleep,” she said and rolled over. I heard her snoring in an instant. The week was fairly uneventful. The biggest change was for me was I had sex with my wife every night. And, it was not the plain old sex we had been having. It was wild, hard sex with both of us orgasming until we could not cum again. Of course, I ate her pussy each night. It was very clear to me that my cock did not make her cum. Then, Wednesday, she went to the beauty parlor. Becky had long brown hair which reached to her shoulders. She always wore it straight. She always wore a small earring in each ear. When she got back, I was shocked at the change in her appearance. Her hair was cut shorter, dyed a beautiful golden blonde and curled so it lay around her head. And, she had five tiny gold rings in each ear. Thursday night, she said, “I am not going to have sex with you. I know you are suppose to tell him. I just want to see what he will do.” I was angry with her for denying me and told her so. She was very surprised I was so strong with her. I think it secretly pleased her. But, she was adamant. She wanted to find out what Mr. Williams would do. She found out. When I told him, he immediately called her at school. He ordered her to his office as soon as school was over that afternoon. About four, he called me, telling me to join him in his office. Becky was sitting in a chair in his waiting room when I got there. Immediately, we both entered. She was twitching all over as she stood in front of his desk, bright eyed and eager with anticipation. He never said a word to her, although he did speak to me. He came around from behind his desk and undressed her. When Becky was at school, she still wore the same conservative clothes she had always worn. Other times, she dressed like the slut she had become. He stripped her naked except for her thigh high stockings. Those he rolled down to her knees. Then, he started fastening restraints to her wrists, thick leather bracelets which buckled in place and had big rings. Becky never complained. In fact, she was loving it. I could smell her pussy and see the juice on her thigh. When he finished with her arms, he attached restraints to her legs. He pushed her face down over his desk. With rope, he bound her legs and arms so she could not get away. Becky was wild now. She started begging him not to hurt her. He grinned at me. It was clear she was loving what was happening to her. Finally, her spoke to her. “Becky, I do not tolerate disobedience. I told you to satisfy your husband every night. He tells me you intentionally did not obey last night to see what I would do.” “Yes, sir,” she sobbed. I could see the panic in her eyes as he jammed a ball gag in her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head. Her face was total fear and she was squirming all she could when he showed her the willow branch. It was about four feet long and very supple. “Now, Becky, you are a slut and I am your master. Bob is your husband. You will obey both of us all the time. This whipping will help you remember that.” He gave her twenty and he was not gentle. The stripes covered her from the back of her knees to the small of her back, although most landed on her ass and upper thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag as the welts, red and ugly, immediately popped up when the willow branch struck her. When he stopped, he commanded, “fuck her cunt, Bob.” I was rock hard. I jumped behind her and slammed into her. She orgasmed on the first thrust but I was pleased how long I lasted before I filled her with cum. Mr. Williams dropped his pants. His cock was a monster, much bigger than mine. He ran it in and out of her sopping pussy to get lubrication, then slammed it as hard as he could in her ass. She screamed again and passed out. He stopped, his cock in her to the hilt. He retrieved smelling salts from his shirt pocket and held it under her nose. When she revived, he fucked her ass long and hard until they both came. He walked in front of her, removed the gag and stuck his cock in her face, ordering her to clean him. I watched her lick her shit and his cum from his cock. He left her there across the desk. He sat in his chair and called his secretary, ordering drinks for him and me. The secretary did not even flinch when she saw Becky tied down and freshly fucked over his desk. I was have expected Becky to be embarrassed at being seen by someone else. It was obvious what had happened. But, she had a wild, slutty grin in spite of her crying when the secretary walked in the room. After Becky’s sobbing had quieted, he asked, “Have we learned a lesson today, slut?” “Yes, sir,” she said, in a tiny, little girl voice. “I will do this whenever I wish and next time, I will not be as gentle with you.” “Yes, sir,” she sobbed again. “Do you understand about being Bob’s slut as well as mine?” She looked over at me. It was the most loving look I had received from her in a very long time.” “Yes, sir.” “Release her, Bob.” I unbound my wife. When her hands were free, she gently explored her ass, winching every time she touched herself. “May I go clean up, Mr. Williams?” she asked. “No. Just dress. I want the cum to run down your leg, slut. I want everyone to know you are freshly whipped and freshly fucked.” When he called her a slut, she gave him a wild, sexy look. “You like being my slut, don’t you, Becky?” She said nothing but her look screamed yes. He jumped to he side and swatted her ass which was still tender from her whipping. She squealed and jumped. “I asked you a question, slut.” “Yes, sir.” “Yes, what?” “Yes. I like being your slut.” She turned to look at me. “I like being your slut, too, Bobby.” >From that day forward, there was no question about out relationships. >Mr. Williams was my boss and Becky’s master. I was his employee and Becky’s husband. Becky was my wife, a teacher, but, first and foremost, she was a slut, his slut first and my slut second.

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I booked Jordan for the newest Please Bang My Wife video and she was totally ecstatic when she heard the news. I know she was ranting about her sex life for months already and now is her big break to finally pump of her sex life once again. I picked up the couple first and when we arrived at the studio, Jordan was so quick to tease me with her goodies. I pushed my swollen cock between her legs right away and she moaned so loud.

Birth control was out of the question because of her religion, so early in our marriage, before we wanted children, there were long periods when I didn’t get anything at all. But as tough as it was, I did love her, and I even treated it like a tease. Slowly, over the months, she was loosening up, and with each new boundary we crossed I felt encouraged. Just small things, things like kissing my cock or letting me talk dirty to her while we “made love” really got me off, they felt to me like conquests, because she was so resistant. And oh, so beautiful. I longed for the future, because I knew that someday I’d have her doing anything I wanted. Someday I’d have her kneeling before me, and looking up at me, waiting for me to blo w my load all over her pretty face. But, you know, woman of a certain age start thinking of babies, and Tammy was that age. So after we were married almost a year she decided we’d try for one. And it was like a switch was thrown in her head - all of a sudden she craved sex. She had no problem doing what I wanted to get started - lots of nights I’d come home to find her in the slutwear she refused to wear for me when we were first married. There was a part of me that felt resentful, used, because she wasn’t doing these things for me, just to use my urges to get what she wanted: a baby. So there she’d be when I got home from work, all dolled up like a groupie, with a bikini top, skimpy cotton dress high enough to show the tops of her thigh-highs, and the “fuck me” pumps I loved so much. Yeah, she had the look, she knew what I liked and how to tease, but she wouldn’t really act the part. I wanted to get head; I wanted her eyes looking up at me from down there. That was all I thought about, but she just wouldn’t do it. It was the same excuseshe used all along: “In the eyes of God it was unnatural”. Still the “nice girl” inside. But I knew the real reason - She wasn’t about to waste any of my precious baby seed that way. So straight sex was all she’d allow. And from my end, straight sex 10 or so times a week is more work than I bargained for. I wasn’t 18 anymore. A few times we’d get started, she’d be under me, egging me on, tickling my ass with her long nails, and all of a sudden something would happen to me. I’d lose it, just go soft. I’d be ashamed, she’d say “That’s OK.” Months went on, there was no sign of a baby, and I knew she was unhappy. As if that wasn’t enough, money started becoming a problem - I just didn’t make enough. I was going to school at night, but was stuck in a low paying day job until I finished school. Things were real tight. We lived in a small apartment, and never had enough money for simple pleasures like vacations. We couldn’t even afford to go out to dinner when her friends invited us. It seemed like all our friends had much more than we did. Some of her girlfriends even had vacation homes. So she was unhappy enough about the money to go out to work. She found a job as an office girl. Every day she rode the subway to her job downtown. I felt terrible seeing her go to work. She never complained openly, she really was a sweet girl, but there were times, especially when she was talking with her better off friends that I saw a hint of unhappiness, real jealousy. The man in me knew this wasn’t right. If we could just hold on for a few years, things would be better. I’d make more money after I finished school. She could quit, I’d have more time, more energy, and enough money to provide for her. Then maybe those baby juices would kick in again. I was determined to stick it out. I still loved her. She had been working a few months when she started acting out about it. She’d be silent, almost sullen when she came home, saying little about what went on. She worked for some company downtown - all I knew was its name, Invigra Inc., and that she spent her day doing some kind of clerical work. I could sense a change in her. She wasn’t after me for sex anymore. She started angry all the time. She’d come home from work and not even talk to me, and I felt miserable. I felt like a failure. For a week or so I consoled myself by spending more time in the strip clubs after work. The girls there weren’t so demanding, just a quick buck and they shook their ass for me. But after having the promise of her, the hope that she would turn into some dark angel in bed, these diversions didn’t satisfy anymore. So one day I confronted her. “What’s with you? Ever since you started this job you’ve changed. I told you it would only be till I finished school, but you’re acting like you’re mad about it!” She just ran into the bedroom, tears in her eyes and closed the door. “Fuck her!” I thought. I got my coat on and went out, out to the local titty bar. I hadn’t cheated on Tammy at all since we’d been married, unless you count feeling up strippers and sluts in these clubs. My hands worked overtime that night, and a lot of the money that Tammy earned wound up laced through g-strings. She was sitting up in bed when I got home. She said she was sorry, but her unhappiness these past few weeks had nothing to do with me. She wasn’t mad about working; she just hated the place she was in. What she told me next changed my mood completely. “There’s a boss there, and he’s always hitting on me. I have to go into his office, and he’s always putting his hand on me, touching my bottom.” She was starting to sob as she said this, a tear falling in a slow roll down her soft cheek. “He says things to me, dirty things” My heart started beating. Someone was going to get his ass kicked. “What’s his name?” “Brock.” What kind of name was that, I thought? “We’ll Tammy, tomorrow I’m going to work with you. And I can guarantee you this Brock asshole isn’t ever going to bother you again.” I wanted her to know I’d take care of this for her, I wanted her to feel safe, protected. I didn’t tell her that I hadn’t been in a fight since grammar school. This guy Brock was probably some old office guy, grown pudgy and soft around the middle. I told her I’d make this guy sorry he ever messed with her. I showed her my fist, and said, “This guy will be one sorry motherfucker!” She just stared wide-eyed at me. When we got into the elevator the next morning, she pressed floor 45. I noticed that Invigra had floors 39-45 in the building, and I pondered the meaning of her working on the top floor. I guessed that this Brock was some bigwig in the company. I figured the guy was some old business fart, I’d make short work of him. The offices on the 45th floor seemed very prosperous indeed. Very plush and dignified, our footsteps were silent in the thick carpeting. The receptionist was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, a polished Nordic beauty, wearing a thin silk blouse. I could see a hint of protruding nipples, and I felt myself stir. Tammy asked for Brock, and we were asked to wait for a few minutes. While we were waiting on the couch, I amused myself by checking out the people in the office as they walked through the corridor. Almost everyone was female, and they were all knockouts, young woman in their early 20’s, impeccably dressed and attractively made up. Even the voices were sexy. I wondered if Invigra was some sort of modeling agency. I was about to ask Tammy when a tall, shapely oriental woman told us the Mr. Brock would see us now. As we walked through the hall to his office, I got myself ready. I was going to surprise the prick, get right in his face. Just one word from him and I’d throw his sorry ass right through the fuckin window. The Asian girl opened the door, and for a moment, I just took in the surroundings. Mr. Brock’s office was the size of our apartment. It was a corner office with two floor-to-ceiling, windows that looked out on the harbor. There was a sitting area with a couch and two easy chairs on the right as you walked in, a rich mahogany bar on the left, and a long expanse of thick red carpeting before Brock’s desk. He was standing there, and at the first sight of him all my plans of kicking his sorry ass through the window evaporated. I’d need to try something different. Brock was a huge black man, at least 6′7″, and he probably weighed about 250 pounds. He was in his late twenties, there was an athletic grace to his movement he rose from behind his big desk and sauntered over to us. No way I’d last two seconds in a fight with him. He shook my hand: “Tammy’s told me all about you.” He looked down, and gave enough of a squeeze in his grip to make me grimace. Somehow he knew what I were there for. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t get the words out of my throat. He looked at me, with the light of a smirk in his eyes. “What’s on your mind?” he said with a bit of a challenge. There was something disorientating about him. In addition to his physical bulk, there was an air of settled power and prosperity about him. His was dressed in a custom tailored pinstripe suit, a silk tie that probably itself cost my weeks wages. He had lots of expensive jewelry: A solid gold watch, several large rings, and his right ear had a 3 or 4 carat diamond stud. He exuded power and confidence. Guessing how he made it here, I had an image of him beating some drug dealer to death in a dark alley, winning his first piece of turf on his climb to the top. But there was another image that fit also, because I had to admit the man had an air of smartness, a winning combination of ballsy wits and a cat-like alertness. He could have made it here with his brains too, dealing on the trading floor of an exchange. I had to say something. Both he and Tammy were staring at me. I started to look at Tammy, but I couldn’t meet those soft green eyes that stared back. I knew she remembered how big and tough I sounded last night, how I ran my mouth about what I would do to Brock. I realized she looked at me the same way last night and I realized she didn’t give me even a hint of what Brock was like. I didn’t like the feel of that in me; She knew what I was getting myself into, and she let it happen. “Well, Tammy, guess I’ll just get back to work while your MAN here gets himself together” He gave Tammy a quick wink he turned and started back to his desk. As he sat down he laughed: “Guess a cat got his tongue!” He leaned back in his leather chair and studied me. Sizing me up with a cool hard stare. I couldn’t hold his gaze, I had to look past him at the boats in the harbor behind him. The ball was in my court, and I felt helpless. He pressed a button and said, “Bring in some refreshments for my guests, please.” Still leaning back, the silence held the charge in the air. “Tammy tells me you kids are trying to have a child.” He was starting, he knew he had an opening and would work on the wound. “Kids,” even though he was ten years younger than us. I had the sick sense of where he was going. “But its been months now, and I don’t see any change in her lovely figure.” “But then again, it might take …. many years…” He was grinning from ear to ear, flashing his big white teeth, “…Considering what you have to work with!” He eased back in his chair, letting fly with a a big, booming laugh. Finnally, I forced some words out, “y-y-y-y-you know, y-y-y-you c-c-c-an’t harass w-w-women that work for you!” I was gulping for air as I fought to get the words out. “Lighten up, man.” He was so cool, calm, “You know, I can do whatever I want. The law says I can’t ‘harass’, well, let me tell you, the law applies only to chumps like you.” There was a flash in his eyes. “Fact is, I can pick up this phone and be talking to the Governor in about two minutes. Think you gonna tell me about the law?” He started back in: “What was that word, ‘harass’. Well that means unwelcome, but let me tell you chump, your woman has needs, she be givin off all kinds of signals, hints like, you know what I mean?” He fell into an insolent, easy jive, I could feel the blood rise in my cheeks as I watched his smile start again - “But no you wouldn’t know, sorry-ass wuss like you get no signals no time, ha, ha, ha” The door opened, and one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen walked in. She walked like she was on a runway, with a smooth rocking motion to show the form of her leg and the lift of her high heels. She was carrying a tray of drinks, and when she turned to set them on the low credenza, she bent low, and I saw even more of her smooth, sexy legs. My eyes were locked on her, there was a certain charge in the air, and even though I was sick with fear I felt desire stir, knowing that the feel of her against my body would comfort me. But she was his, I knew it. I watched her leave the same way she came in. When I looked back at Brock, he was staring at me. I knew he never even glanced at her the whole time, even though the show was for him. He didn’t need to, because his dick new every sweet fold and crevice of her body. He was staring hard at me. A line had been crossed. “Its a great country isn’t it!” He was toying with me know, enjoying the upper hand, the way a cat plays with a cornered mouse. “Guy can really make somethin of hisself here, all you need is a pair of big balls, but then again, guess you wouldn’t know” He rose and walked over to us, and stood over me. I was sitting low in the sofa, he seemed like a giant glowering down at me. “C’mon, get up. What you waitin for, boy. Your lady, here, she be thinkin you don’t care about her. C’mon, make me stop hittin on her!!” Tammy was watching me, watching with the same stare she had ever since we entered the office. All last night she was quiet, let me build myself up, talk big, even though she knew what I was getting myself into. A word from her would have made me hesitate, but no, she let me go, let me talk myself into it. And then I knew what that look was. She was laying low, waiting, ready for the winner. “Lily ass punk, I’m gonna kick you outta my office.” He reached down with his big hands and pulled me up off the couch by the collar. My heart was beating like a rabbit, I was fighting for breath. My feet were lifted off the floor, and he must have done this with one hand, because the other hand was drawn back in a fist. I could see the flash of his gold rings on thick wide knuckles. I couldn’t look away because the rings had sharp points, jagged razor like edges, made to tear up the face of a victim. I felt like I would throw up, and I began to feel dizzy with the stress and fear. Tammy went up to him, put her hands on his big shoulders, and said, “Please don’t hurt him.” That’s what I was reduced to. He threw me down on the couch like a sack of shit. My pants were wet. Tammy looked at the wet spot in my pants and I saw a look of disgust, of revulsion, on her face. With a look like, that, I knew she was gone forever. Brock looked at Tammy, pointed down at me and said, “Thinks he’s gonna tell me what I can’t do.” He walked over to her, and said softly, “Why you wasting your time with this loser?” She had no answer. “You need a man to take care of you, protect you, not the other way around”. He walked slowly, easily over to his desk, completely unconcerned that he was turning his back on me. He opened a desk drawer, and took out a long dark box, and then came up to her and said, “Here. This is for you”. As she opened it, he was standing behind her, caressing her shoulders. I could see that his big hands had long, sensual fingers. She opened the box, and her mouth opened in a small “Oh”, and as she saw his gift. I could see the jewels in the necklace and a look of joy in her bright eyes. He drew it from her hand, and then, slowly, moved behind her, and with smooth, languorous, almost reverent movements draw it tight around her neck. “A fine lady needs to wear fine jewels.” It didn’t matter that he probably had a drawer full of these things, ready to charm whatever piece of ass that walked into his office. What mattered was that it probably cost two years of my pay, and she never had anything so nice before, something to show her friends, a symbol of a mans devotion. As he closed it around her, he kissed her on the neck. She wasn’t drawing away, just looking off into some distant, inner landscape. He kept planting small kisses all along he sides of her neck. When he put his lips into her ear, and started whispering to her, she rested her head back against his shoulder. She broke into a bright smile as she heard his whispers. One of her hands was absently feeling the necklace on her neck, and she reached back with the other hand and caressed the side of his face. The bitch! It was like I wasn’t there anymore. He was moving on her like an expert, kissing her neck, and as he moved from her neck up her ear her head drew back in pleasure. He reached into her dress and started squeezing her breasts. Biting softly on her ears, whispering. I could make out a few phrases: “…make you feel real good…”, “…deep inside…”, and, as he slid his hands down towards her crotch, “…feel that fine, soft pussy…” When his hands got there, she closed her eyes, and she bit her lower lip. “…want a real man to give you a baby..,” her chest heaved. She turned toward him and put both arms over his big shoulders. She stood high on her toes. She was whispering back to him now, and while she nuzzled her face against his cheek he was pawing her ass. She drew back and started to undo his tie. She turned and looked me straight in the eye. So bold, so hot she was. The smirk was gone, here was a woman who found what she needed. For months I was trying to get her like this, trying to break through her reserve, and even though her creamy pussy didn’t want me the sight of her like this got me hot. His silk tie made a whistling sound as she pulled it off. When she undid all the buttons of his shirt, and spread it open it to expose his torso, I could see the excitement in her face. His body was spectacular, all lean, tight muscle, chiseled like polished black granite. He took her hand and pushed it down in his pants, and I could see the interest on her face as she felt his big tool. I could see her hand moving inside his pants. I was shut down now, in shock from a sort of overload. A part of me was trying to estimate how big his prick was, by inspecting the range of motion of her hands. She reached her other hand down, and opened his belt, and then got down on her knees to pull his pants down. The man had reason to be proud. It wasn’t even fully erect yet, but it was already much larger than any other dick I’ve seen. And very wide. My wife was kneeling now, just a foot or so from it, and I wondered how much of it she could take. “Suck my cock, baby!”, and slowly, slowly she brought her lips closer to it. When she finally touched it, and started to draw the length of it inside her mouth, I felt an electric surge move through my body. The push of that big, black Johnson into her mouth was hot stuff. My cock surged against my wet pants, as I saw her lips stretching, watching her resist the impulse to gag as she took as much as she could in her throat. She never did this for me. For months I was bringing her along slowly, respectfully, being careful not to sully her with my carnal needs. I knew now that I was a fool - what she really wanted was a man to take her without asking. She was going down eagerly, working like a coke whore on the biggest, meanest guy I had ever seen. He was getting the treatment, the silky lip, soft tongue, careful slow suck that is the wet dream of every man. Every few minutes she would slide him out of her mouth, and then lower her face so she could tickle first one ball, then the other, with her long, wet tongue. When she would do this I would hear him murmur, “You are one fine bitch”. Then she would slide him back into her mouth, and then stare directly at me. My cock was burning. Once he draw her up, and then whispered something in her ear. I saw her nod, and he walked back over to me. “Get yo ass up off my couch!” I got up sheepishly; Tammy took her skirt and panties off, laid back on the couch, lifting her legs high and wide, exposing her hairy cunt to us. But no, it wasn’t to us, it was to him. He undressed, slowly, savoring his conquest, enjoying the opportunity for some more insults. “Here, hold these,” handing me his pants and shirt. I just stood there, unable to move, but not really wanting to anymore either. I wanted to watch it happen, I wanted to see him do Tammy. My excitement showed, Brock noticed my hard cock inside my wet pants. “Tammy, get a load of that little thing there, all ready for action!” They both laughed, and as I stood there, holding his clothes, he climbed on top of her. I could see her face beneath his hard back and shoulders. She was all red, her lips were flushed with passion, and she stared up at him as she reached for his big thing and positioned it at her gates. He pushed the tip in, and he said, “C’mon girl, put your legs up over my shoulders.” From my position I could see his ball sacs and the long fat prick hanging down into her. The air was electric. He started pushing in, and her face jumped, I could almost feel the sharp pain, “No, Brock, you’re hurting me!!!” “Guess you ain’t used to real meat, bitch!. Man, you tight like a teenybopper, ain’t really been done yet!” he wasn’t stopping, he continued to drive in, slowly, even though she was crying out in pain. It seemed like he was being deliberately slow, enjoying the feel of breaking her wide open. It seemed like an eternity, watching the length of his Johnson plunge into her, spreading her out underneath him, settling his body full on her wide open ass. Finally, he was all the way in, and he stopped a moment and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. “There now, it only hurt cause you ain’t used to me, but you be OK, you’re mine now” She just looked over at me, glassy eyed. He held her tight by her shoulders, she was pinned under him as he started pumping. She was helpless, but it really didn’t matter, because I could see she was over the edge, that sweet spot where the pain turns into surrender. “Oh, Brock!” Now she was digging it, enjoying the stab of his love tool deep down inside. Her mouth was pressed against his hard shoulder, she was giving him little love bites. “Oh, God, that feels good! Fuck, that big cock feels good!!” “Man, Tammy, you be one sweet cunt! So nice and tight!” Oh, I loved the sight of her, watching the way she gasped with every thrust, watching her be carried to the edge, hissing her pleasure like a wild animal. She was looking up at him, and I could see her cheeks were wet. They were tears of pleasure. Brock stopped for a moment, Just when she was ready, just at that moment when he knew she was right there, almost ready to explode inside, he stopped thrusting and looked at her. He knew just what to do, how to use this moment, this ache he aroused in her. He looked into her crying eyes, and brought his face down within an inch of her, and gave her the sweetest, gentle little kiss on her lips, and whispered, “You like this, baby?” “Y-y-y-yes,”, softly, like a prayer. And he answered with a soft wet kiss. “You’ll be my girl from now on?” “Y-y-y-yes,” loving what she heard. “You be my bitch?” “Y-y-yes, I do, I want that” I thought I’d burst from passion, I felt like I was witness to some dark, sinful intimacy. I loved it too, feeling a vicarious pleasure at the treatment the man was getting from her, watching the smooth way he played her. I started to rub myself as I listened, forgetting the humiliation, caught up in the sparks that flew between them. “I like my bitches be always there, case my dick get hard, need some sweet lovin, some o dat there sugar you got inside” “Oh, Jesus, I want to be the one you come to, oh, Christ, Brock, I love feeling your big dick inside me!!” He was hearing what he wanted, and he started moving again, slowly pulling and pushing that big thing inside her. “Gonna shoot you full of my baby juice, your belly be full of me!” “Ohhhhh, Brock, I want you baby, oh you mean stud, pump it deep inside, I want your baby!!” She was coming, I saw a big smile of satisfaction on his face as she said let loose. I came at the same time she did, loving the sight of the big man in action. That was a long time ago. He still comes over our house at least once a week. My job is to keep his son quiet, because Brock gets pissed off if his cries disturb his lovemaking, and all I have to do is feel my dentures with my tongue to remind me of what he’s like when he gets upset. When he calls and says he’s coming I help Tammy get ready for him. I brush her hair, and help her put on the jewelry he’s bought for her. I now give expert pedicures. I make sure dinner is almost ready when he arrives, the table is set, and the crystal is polished. When he arrives, I meet him at the door, wearing an apron. When I bring them their drinks in the living room, she’s already laying in his big arms. My abuse is now part of their foreplay, he loves to tease me and she loves to watch. Its a long drawn out scene, he starts slowly, talking about how silly I look, and criticizing the way I keep “his” house. He’ll ask Tammy if I’ve made any moves on her since he was there last. And even though I wouldn’t dare, she always lies, she turns to him and whispers in his ear about some indiscretion I’ve committed. Whispers while she’s looking right at me, and I see a little smug smile on her face. Brock will smile too, almost laugh, he knows its a lie, but its his cue to get ph ysical. He gets up ad grabs me, holding me with one hand while he bitch-slaps me with the other. He’ll slap me till I cry, Tammy laying there all happy inside, her juices flowing at the sight of her manin action. All night long I sit with his son, hovering nearby in case he wakes. But sometimes, when he’s in a deep sleep, I slip away, and walk towards “our” bedroom. I wait outside and listen carefully, and some sick instinct in me makes me stroke myself as I listen to them. I can hear her deep breathing, and I imagine the scene in my mind, the bulk of him on top of her, the shudder of pleasure in her face as the big man drives into her. She’s not religious at all anymore, it seems all she wants that big dick pushing into her, stretching the soft skin on her insides, filling her with his precious seed. I love the mornings best of all. When I wheel their breakfast in, more often than not they’re still at it. As I push the bedroom door open I can see her red nails on his big black ass, urging him deeper into her. Her hand urge him in, even through she screams like she’s in pain. “Oh Christ, Brock no!” He loves that, loves to feel like his woman can’t take him. I know their games, I’ve heard every shout and gasp of their lovemaking, and I’m rock hard as I listen and pour their coffee.

They hide a larger than normal clit which when aroused swells up to be the size of a large cherry. She loves having it sucked like a small cock. Today she was wearing a halter top and shorts. She looked gorgeous in them. Beth said she noticed that Jim was over. She saw him through the window over the sink. I said I had invited him over for a cold drink and a break from all that yard work. I said to Beth “Why don’t you say hi to Jim and take a break yourself?” She said it was a great idea and headed out to the patio. I could hear them exchanging pleasantries as I grabbed a can of frozen tea from the freezer. I headed to the sink with the jug and frozen ice tea in hand. As I reached for the tap, I looked out onto the patio. Jim had just fallen back onto the recliner he was on. He had his head back with his eyes closed and was saying how great it was to relax in the sun. Jim had one of those half type T-shirts on with spandex type shorts. Each of his feet were on the ground on either side of the foot rest of the lounge chair. Beth was sitting across from him. She seemed to sit up suddenly and lean forward studying something over on Jim’s lounge chair. I took a look over at Jim and realized she was looking at his crotch!! I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t like the Beth that I knew and loved. Her attention was fixed on a very large bulge in those spandex shorts. You could actually see his cock covered by the spandex resting on his right thigh. It reached down half way to his knee. I’d say it was at least 8 inches soft, but most incredible was the thickness of it! In addition the bulge where his balls were matched the dick on his thigh. She started to lean even closer when Jim opened his eyes. Beth averted her eyes and quickly sat back in her chair. Not quick enough! I noticed a slight smile on Jim’s face as they continued their conversation. I got all the drinks onto a tray and headed out to the patio. We sat around and talked about gardening, the neighborhood and other inane stuff for a half an hour or so. Finally Jim said he had to get back to it. As he got up to go, Beth said “Why don’t you come on back for supper? we’re just barbecuing steak and we’d love the company.” Jim said that would be great! We settled on a time and Jim headed back to his yard. I didn’t say anything to Beth about catching her devouring Jim’s bulge with her eyes. I thought the evening might be interesting and I didn’t want Beth to suspect that there might be some one peeking through our sun filmed windows. It appears they’re great for this kind of thing. From outside, all you can see is a dark window. From inside you can see everything. I suspected they might come in handy later on tonight. Later on about 7:30PM Jim showed up at the back door. I let him in and opened a bottle of wine. We all shared a glass as Beth put the finishing touches on a salad. We headed out to the patio and fired up the barbecue. The evening went fast. Jim was great company. Funny and full of interesting stories. We all enjoyed the meal and the cooling evening as time flew by. By 11PM we’d all had our share of wine and were feeling no pain. I suggested heading for the hot tub. Beth went inside to change into her suit. Jim and I headed over to the hot tub. It was situated at the far side of the patio under the dining room window. We’d had it enclosed on 3 sides with a privacy fence for the husband/wife late even dips. Jim said he was sorry, but he didn’t have a suit. I suggested bare butt…I told him we’d be in the tub before Beth got back, so unless he stood up, no one would see anything. He said as long as I joined him (for moral support) he was fine with it. We shucked off our clothes and slid into the tub. As we stepped in, I couldn’t help notice Jim’s dick. He was uncircumcised. His dick really was about 8″ long soft and incredible thick. It was obviously heavy as it swung to and fro as he walked. I turned on the jets and the water foamed up. We sat back and began to relax. I offered Jim another glass of wine. As we waited for Beth, we just mellowed out as the warmth of the water washed over us. About 10 minutes later, Beth appeared. She walked towards us in her black one piece suit. Jim whistled under his breath. he turned to me and said he was sorry, but he just couldn’t help himself as Beth was an incredibly lovely woman. He said I was a lucky man. As Beth came towards us, I couldn’t help agree with him. Her every curve was accented by her suit. Every thing from her long legs to her beautiful full breast were perfect. I also noticed her mound was prominently visible through her suit. You could actually see the material formed around her pussy lips. Yes, she was beautiful and desirous. Beth slide into the tub and asked what we’d been up to. I told her Jim didn’t have a suit so we were skinny dipping. She laughed and said she better keep her hands above the water. We all sat back and enjoyed some more wine and good conversation. After a bit I was beginning to feeling a bit light headed from the combination of the heat from the tub and the wine. I told Beth and Jim that I was going to grab a break and get a cold drink. I got out of the tub, grabbed a towel and headed into the kitchen. As I left I noticed that Beth hardly glanced at me, even though I was nude. Once in the kitchen I headed into the dining room. The window here looked out directly into the hot tub. It was only about 4 feet to the edge of the tub. Beth kept the window cracked open for fresh air, so not only could I see everything, but I could also hear everything out in the tub area. Beth and Jim were at right angles to me. Beth was to my left and Jim was to the right facing each other. Beth was telling Jim that she was impressed at how well he kept himself in shape. Jim told her she should see “everything”, then she’d be really impressed. Beth giggled and said it was too bad I was coming back, or she’d take him up on his offer to see the whole package. Now I was intrigued! I’d never seen Beth so fascinated with another guy. I wondered how far she’d go if she felt safe from discovery. I resolved to find out. I went to the kitchen door and called out to Beth that I wasn’t feeling good and was going to lay down for a while. Beth said she’d be right in. I told her not to be silly. I would be fine and that they should continue to enjoy the evening. Jim called out and wished me well as soon as possible. I went back to the window. Jim was saying how it was too bad I wasn’t feeling good, but now Beth had her chance to see the whole package. All she had to do was ask. Beth blushed and seemed to hesitate for a second. She took a quick glance towards the kitchen door. She seemed to make up her mind and told Jim he’d have to put his money where his mouth was. She said ” O.K. big boy, lets see it all.” Now it was Jim’s turn to hesitate. He said he would but if he stood up he wanted to see Beth’s beautiful breasts. Beth told him maybe … if the view was worth it she might consider it. Jim slowly began to rise out of the tub. Water cascaded off of his chest as he rose up. He stopped as the water line just began to expose the top of the hair below his belly button. Beth had a exquisite view of his chest and wash board tight abdomen. Beth was captivated and couldn’t take her eyes off of Jim. Jim seemed to know just how long to keep the suspense going. He started to rise again and now his cock began to come into view and it just kept coming and coming! He sat back on the edge of the hot tub. Everything was exposed to Beth from his knees up. Jim’s cock was unbelievable. It gently swayed back and forth as he moved, yet was totally soft. Even so, it was at least 8 inches long, but even more impressive was it’s thickness! It had to be as thick around as a large sausage. His knob was just peeking out from his foreskin. His balls were every bit in scale with his cock. A big sack which now sagged due to the heat from the hot tub. His two large testicles were very visible through his bag. they looked like they were at least the size of large eggs. Altogether his sack looked like it was as large as a small grapefruit. Jim said “well.. is it worth it?” Beth didn’t say anything. She just reached up and pulled the straps of her suit off of her shoulders. She pulled her suit down and off in one motion and there it was, floating on the top of the water. She was still sitting. The water level was just under her nipples. Her breasts seem to take on a life of their own as the water swirled around them. They seemed to float free on the top of the water. Now it was Jim’s turn to stare. He told her she was incredibly beautiful. Beth thanked him and asked if she could touch it. Jim, of course said he would love that. Beth pushed herself forward without rising out of the water so she was between Jim’s legs. She was now inches away from Jim’s mighty monster. Beth reached out and under Jim’s cock. She cupped it in the palm of her hand lifting it slightly as she seemed to consider it’s weight. It began to grow as soon as she touched it. The knob began to stretch out from his foreskin. Beth seemed to be fascinated, probably because she’d never seen or felt an uncircumcised cock before. Beth tried to wrap her had around Jim’s shaft. There was no way she could get her fingers to meet, but that didn’t stop her as she began to pump the skin on Jim’s shaft. His cock was fully hard now. It had grown no more than 1 or 2 inches longer, but it had swollen in thickness much more than it was when soft. It had to have a diameter of at least 9 inches. Beth was pulling his foreskin over his knob then pulling it as far back on his shaft as she could as she pumped him. Jim had his head back and was groaning. She was using her left hand to manipulate his balls as she pumped him. She was able to fit only one nut in her hand at a time, so she was moving her hand back and forth between them. Jim asked her to suck it. She bent forward and began to lick his knob. She now used her left hand on his shaft as well. The head of his cock disappeared into her mouth as she used both hands on his shaft. His arms that he was using to support himself on the patio edge were beginning to quiver. I suspected he was getting close to coming. Beth sensed it as well. She pulled her mouth off of him and began to fist his cock with both hands as though she was holding a base ball bat. His cock began to jerk and then sperm began to shoot out of the tip. It squirted out over Beth’s shoulder and fell in an arch into the water behind her. Jet after jet shot out of his cock until finally it was just a dribble at the end of his dick. All the while Beth continued to pump the massive shaft. Finally she bent down and sucked his knob back into her mouth removing the last drops from the end of his dick. She swirled her tongue under his foreskin as she pushed it up against her mouth. It finally began to soften, so she let it fall out of her mouth, but she continued to pump it with her hand. She seemed to enjoy the feel of the sliding skin even while it was soft. Finally Jim seemed to have enough. He reached down and pulled her up onto his chest. He bent down and they shared their first kiss. Beth pushed her breasts against him as the kiss went on for what seemed like minutes. As they kissed Beth continued to fondle his cock and balls. He had cupped her right breast in his hand and was pulling on the nipple on that breast. She was moaning as their tongues intertwined in their continuing kiss. Finally they broke apart. I could see Jim’s cock and it was hard again. Beth looked down at it and told Jim she wanted it inside her right now. They stepped out of the tub and moved to our double wide louge. Beth laid down on it and spread her legs. She then pulled her legs up and held them against her breasts by wrapping her arms behind her thighs. This forced her pussy upwards and exposed it totally to Jim’s gaze. Jim bent down and licked it from her pussy hole up to her clit. She moaned and shuttered as his tongue crossed over her clit. He continued licking up and down her slit until her was satisfied that her cunny was good and wet. He then moved up onto her and lowered himself down on to her. He took his cock in his hand and began to rub it up and down her pussy lips. She told him to stick it in, but go gentle because she had never had a cock as thick as his. He brought his cock head to her entrance and began to push. I was looking on from the foot end of the lounge so I could see Jim’s balls hanging down and the end of his cock at her pussy hole. His knob began to stretch open her pussy. Beth was groaning and pushing her hips forward. Jim finally had his knob lodged in her hole, but it wouldn’t entirely slip in. The ridge of his knob was flared out and he couldn’t seem to get that past her gripping pussy. He backed out and began to slowly move it in and out slicking up his knob with her juices. Finally after getting it as wet as he could he gave it a good push. The knob popped pass her entrance. Beth was grunting now as Jim feed her more of his thick shaft. He now had about two thirds of his cock in her. He stopped and they rested for a minute. Beth was panting and telling Jim it felt wonderful, She said she’d never felt anything so filling. She finally pushed her hips up towards him trying to get more of it in. Jim got the message and began to work his cock in and out. I could actually see the glitter of light off of Beth’s juices as they ran down her ass. Jim was slicking up his shaft with each in and out. With each downward push he shoved a little more into Beth. He gave one big push and was buried in her all the way. I could see his balls squished up against her ass. Beth was moaning continuously now as she threw her head from side to side. Jim pulled his shaft out almost all the way and began a steady pumping in and out of Beth’s pussy. Beth came in a mind shattering orgasm. This was to be the first of many as Jim continued to pump into her. Jim fucked her for more than 15 minutes, speeding up and slowing down as the mood took him. I could see the juices around Beth’s pussy on the out strokes. It was frothy around his shaft and extended out all over her crotch area. Beth was pouring her juice out. All through this pounding, Beth was having multiple orgasms. I could see Jim’s legs and back muscles begin to tense up. His balls pulled up and with one last mighty push he began to fill Beth’s pussy with his load of sperm. They kissed as they rested for about 5 minutes. Eventually Jim moved off of Beth. As he rolled off, his cock plopped out and flopped down against his thigh. It was soft now, although still at least 7 inches log and was covered with their combined juices. I could see cum ouzz out of the tip of his knob. Beth was still spread with her knees up against her breast. Her cunt was splayed open with sperm pouring out of it. Her pussy was red and swollen from her ass to her clit. She slowly lowered her legs and rolled over towards Jim. She fondled his wet sticky cock and balls as she shared kisses with him. The lay together and rested . Jim asked if she had enjoyed it. Beth told him it was incredible! As Beth slide Jim’s foreskin up and down his slick shaft his cock began to once again grow. He was insatiable! I watched as it grew to full thickness and stood up once again from his thigh. Beth looked down at it and wondered aloud how she had taken that inside her. Jim said he wanted her again. Beth began to roll back, but Jim told her to get on her hands and knees. As she got on to her knees I could see everything. All of her entire crotch was wet. Her cunt area was covered with big blobs of cum and I could see more dribbling out of her hole. Jim got behind her and began to once again work his cock into her cunt. It didn’t take long at all this time to bury it to the root. Jim started a long steady stroke as Beth began to cum again. This time the fucking Jim gave her lasted almost 25 minutes before he emptied another big load into her hungry hole. They both just fell onto the lounge as they lay there and panted. Eventually Jim got up and retrieved his clothes. He began to dress as Beth rolled over to watch. His cock swung freely as he pulled up his pants. I could tell that Beth was still fascinated by it. She told Jim that it was wonderful. He agreed and asked if they could do this again. Beth said she couldn’t wait, but they’d have to be careful as she didn’t want to hurt me. Jim said he understood and told Beth that I was a very lucky man. She thanked him and stood up. They kissed and then Beth walked him to the fence between our yards. I could just see them from the far corner of the window. They shared one last kiss and then Jim slipped over the fence. I took this moment to move to our bedroom and get undressed. I slipped under the covers and turned off the lights. I heard Beth locking up and then go into the bathroom down the hall. About 10 minutes later she tip toed into the bedroom as I feint sleep. She slipped into the bed and snuggled up to me. She was still naked and felt warm as she pressed herself against me. Beth slipped her hand down my stomach and grasped my cock, which was hard as steel. I pretended to wake slightly and turn over as I took her into my arms. She asked how I was feeling and I told her much better. I asked how everything went with Jim. She said they had talked and finally he had gone home. Beth asked what I had been dreaming about because I seemed to have a very stiff cock and it was ozooing juice from the tip. I said I was dreaming of her. We began to kiss. I worked my lips down to her breast, sucking the nipples hard on each one. She beganto moan as I worked on them. I threw the blankets off and began to kiss down her body towards her mound. I pushed her legs apart and kissed the outer lips on top of her clit. She tried to push me away, but I got down between her legs and told her I wanted to suck her clit. She relented. I asked her to pull her legs up and hold them apart. She pulled them up to her breasts, just like she had done for Jim. I gently tongued her outer lips where her clit was. She began to moan. I pushed my tongue through the lips and touched it against her clit. Her body jerked as though touched by fire. This was the moment! I spread her lips with my fingers and dipped my tongue into her hole. She shuddered and came. As she did her pussy contracted and pushed big globs of Jim’s cum out onto my tongue. I went crazy and buried my face into her cunt, digging my tongue into every crevice. I licked her from her ass hole up to her clit over and over. As I sucked her inner and outer lips into my mouth she moaned and thrashing from side to side. Finally she pushed me away. I climbed up on her and pushed my cock into her swollen snatch. It was like burying it into a pit of fire. It was so wet and hot and “sloppy”! There wasn’t much pressure from her side walls, but the feeling was still incredible. I pumped in and out of her, feeling and reveling in the difference. With in a few short minutes I emptied my balls into her, where Jim had emptied his loads only a short while ago. I rolled off beside her and as I lay there I ran my fingers down her mound into her wet pussy, feeling her swollen cunt and all the wetness there so that I could remember it through my finger tips. We kissed and I told her I loved her. She snuggled into my arms as we drifted off to sleep.