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my first time cheating

domsteve on Cheating Stories

Hi I’m Jill. This is a story of my first time cheating on my husband, Scott. Neither of us had had sex with anyone else ever. I did not plan it, I just got seduced. I was 23 at the time and had been married for 4 years. My husband was working full time and going to school part time so when he was home he was either busy with studies or too tired to do anything. To say our sex life was bad w

Dressing For The Office

leathermom on Cheating Stories

Black, tight leather no pocket pants, black satin top, red leather blazer and 5" heeled black stilettos. I was almost ready, a few adjustments to my hair, pulled on my black leather wrist length gloves, smoothed out each finger and I was done. I bid the family farewell and told them I'd be very late home as I had a business dinner to attend that night.

I walked into my office, greeting my boss and his approving eye.

"You look very nice today Susan, as usual..."

"I know, but I'm always happy to have people remind me" I retorted.

"Well, as you requested, here's a company credit card for you to use for your clothing needs or anything else you require, work related or otherwise."

I walk

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ed over and took it, put it in my purse and said "Thanks, you didn't require much convincing." I touched my gloved hand to his crotch and got an immediate reaction.

"Well I cant have my best secretary walking around in cheap, unattractive, unprofessional clothing, can I?" He smiled. "Besides, we both know you deserve it."

He was so easy to manipulate it was almost amusing, we both loved that.

"Let me show you why I'm the best..." I bent down, my leather pants squeaked and creaked as I got onto my knees and unzipped his pants, he was already erect and I wasted no time, I took his shaft in my leather gloved hand and held it as I swallowed him whole, taking his entire member in my mouth, relishing the warmth.

He began moaning and caressing my hair, I kept sucking harder and harder, placing my gloved hands around his thighs for support, cum started forming and I licked and swallowed every drop, enjoying the fact that I was in total control.

He grabbed my shoulders and massaged them while I continued, it felt wonderful having the leather jacket moving against my skin.

He began breathing harder...

I prepared myself, I swallow every drop now, especially after last time when I forgot to clean off the stain on my leather pants.

He began to ejaculate as I rolled my tongue around, warm cum flowed into my mouth and I began drinking it down, all the while hearing the boss say "Yeah, mmm that's it, keep going..."

I swallowed more as the tide began to ease, and slowly finished him off, licking the head and shaft perfectly clean.

Just as I was finishing, in walked Amanda from accounting, without knocking, the shocked look on her face was priceless.

"Oh my god, Susan, oh I'm so sorry, I didn't think... Oh god, what would your husband say Susan? What would your FAMILY say? How could you be so deceitful?... How..."

My boss cut her off quickly.

"Amanda, you know better than to walk in without knocking, take a seat outside, I'll deal with you in a minute."

"Yes sir, I'm so sorry, please forgive my intrusion." She shot me a very dirty look as she left.

I was absolutely livid, how dare she question me like that and try and tell me how to run my life. She was just an accountant!

"I want her fired for stealing work funds, I don't care how you prove it, but I want her gone by the end of the day, I want her word totally discredited and I want anything she says about us will look like bitterness on her part for getting caught, how dare she presume to tell me how I should live my life, she is just an accountant!"

"Susan, there's no need for that, you know how valuable you are to this company, she will be gone by this afternoon."

A smile returned to my face, I knew I'd get my way.

"Then you still have a partner for this evening's business dinner".

"Good, you go to your office while I finish up here then."

I walked into my office, fixed my hair in the mirror, smoothed out my leather jacket and smoothed out my leather pants, after I'd been kneeling down in them, they needed it.

I sat back in my deluxe leather chair, another perk I'd "earned" and listened intently as my boss fired Amanda. She tried to apologise, swearing she wouldn't tell anyone and finally, telling my boss she needed the job to pay her rent or she would be out on the street. He simply said

"We have no room in this company for thieves Amanda, you have until 10 a.m. to collect your things, after which, you will be escorted off the premises by security".

I relaxed into my chair, ensured my gloves were on tightly, laughed and pulled my lighter and cigarette case out of my handbag. I lit a cigarette and sat back.

Today was going to be a good day, I could tell.

Calendar Girls - Miss January

ElizaC on Cheating Stories

Mia had been shocked when the girls in her sorority had voted for her to be one of the twelve who would grace the pages of the “Girls of Omega Tau” calendar. It was not really a surprise to anyone who saw her that she would be voted one of the most attractive girls in that house, or even on campus. She had long, wavy, golden hair that cascaded down her shoulders and covered most of her full, ampl

New Landlords

merkywater on Cheating Stories

The landlords
Chapter 1
My name is Matt I'm 32, my wife's name is Jillian she is 26, we have been
married for almost 6 years. I am your average guy five foot eight inches tall a
little over weight, jillian is five foot three inches tall and a hundred and five
pounds. She has dark brown hair and green eyes. She has a great body, a really small
round ass, I call her tits her torpedoes because that's what they look like, when
they hang down they look like torpedoes and the nipples are huge and look like the
detonators. Two years ago the company we worked for and where i met my wife closed
leaving us both without jobs. I was able to find another job but it was about two
hours traveling time each way. Jillian wasn't able to find another good paying job
and it left us in a ba

Slut Wife - First Black Cock

aytinch_69 on Cheating Stories

My own cock grew instantly hard. I moved quietly into the adjacent stall and climbed up onto the toilet bowl so I could take a peek over the wall. What I saw nearly made me fall backwards into it with shock!! There was my beautiful wife Ellen, on her knees like a total slut, sucking the biggest black cock I had ever seen!!

Hot Neighbor, Parts 1 and 2

mkirros on Cheating Stories

Part 1


“Hi, Mike, how are you today?” It was my neighbor from down the hall, Jessica. “Fine, how are you? Pete home for a change?” Jessica's husband Pete traveled quite a bit because of his work. “Yep, he's here this weekend, so I don't have to worry about any temptations.” She giggled. That was a standing joke between the two of us. Jessie was the type who got along better with men than with other women, and was a bit of a flirt. That had gotten her into trouble a couple of times when Pete had found text messages from guys on her pho

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ne. When something like that happened, she'd come to me, and I'd talk her through it.

*****

I'd noticed Jessica right away when they had moved in a couple of years before. She was about 5'6”, not all that much shorter than me, with long brunette hair with a few blond streaks. She had a lovely face, perfectly shaped with just a hint of freckles, and a body that I'd kill for – breasts that were big, but with no sag, and curves in all other right places. She also had a sparkle in her eye that said she'd be incredible fun in the right situation. Not that I'd ever have a chance to find out about that...not only was she married (and her husband Pete was a lot bigger than me), but I'm also old enough to be her father. We'd been casual friends since they had moved in, but I never thought it would go any farther.

*****

The first time I'd had a long conversation with her had been about six months ago. I'd run into into the hallway then, and she looked like she'd been crying. I said, “Hey, girl, are you all right?” She surprised me by blurting out, “Pete can be such an ass sometimes!” “What happened?” “He found some text messages on my phone between me and Jeff, and he got all jealous. God! It's not like I had sex with him or anything; I didn't even kiss him. We just talked, and went to a movie together.”


“Well,” I said, “you've got to look at it from Pete's angle. He's got a wife who's really hot, and he's probably worried about what you do when he's gone on those business trips. He really never struck me as being a guy with a lot of self-confidence, either, so I imagine he's insecure about holding on to you. Finding messages from another man can't help.”


Jessie gave me a strange look, half puzzled and half excited. “Do you really think I'm hot?” “Of course, you're beautiful and sexy.” She blushed, and spoke very softly, “I never really thought I was that attractive.”


“Well, you are, so quit worrying about it. Hey, do you want to come in and have a beer – you look like you could stand to relax a little bit. And you shouldn't have to worry about Pete getting jealous of an old man like me.” She grinned. “That sounds like a great idea!” We slipped into my apartment and spent the next hour and a half sitting next to each other on the couch drinking beer and talking. About her insecurities – her weight (she was just right, but wouldn't believe it) and her age. She'd be 30 on her next birthday, and was worried about getting old. I laughed about that, since my last birthday made 55 for me. Laughing turned out to be a mistake. “So you think I'm just being silly to worry about getting old?” I put my hand on her shoulder, and said gently, “Of course not. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. But look at me – people have been telling me all my life that the next big birthday is the one that's really going to make me feel old, and it hasn't happened yet. You've probably got nothing to worry about.”


“But you're a man. That's different. Guys all want young chicks, not middle aged women.” I answered, “There are plenty of men who like women with a little experience.” I noticed that my hand was still on her shoulder, and I moved it as unobtrusively as I could, because I also noticed that sitting next to Jessie that long had made my dick start to get hard, and that was not a good thing. I thought I was saved from embarrassment when Jessie looked at her watch and yelped, “Uh oh, I gotta go!” She stood up to leave, and when I stood up, she gave me a big hug. “Shit,” I thought, “please don't feel what's in my pants!” If she did, she didn't say anything. With a sigh of relief I walked into the bathroom and pulled my stiff cock out of my pants. I closed my eyes and pictured Jessie naked and writhing under me as I jerked off until I shot a huge load of cum into the toilet.

*****

Since then the scene had been repeated frequently. About once a week, usually, but not always, when Pete was out of town, Jessica would come to my apartment and we'd drink beer and talk. I'd become a father figure to her The visits always ended with her giving me a hug, and me hoping she didn't notice that she'd given me a huge hard-on. And then I'd head for the bathroom to take out my frustrations.

*****

This time, after she giggled at her joke about temptations, she got very serious, and said, “Mike, I've got a really big favor to ask you. Can we go inside? I don't want Pete to hear us talking about this if he comes out.”


We headed into my apartment, with me wondering what kind of favor Jessie needed. I was puzzled, and a little worried, since I didn't have any idea what she might want. As soon as we got the door closed, Jessie said, “Mike, I'm really embarrassed to ask you this, but do you think you could lend me some money?” I laughed. Jessie looked offended, and said in a hurt-little-girl's voice, “It's not funny. I really need some help.” I stopped laughing. “Sorry, girl. It's just that I'm relieved that's all it is. I was seriously afraid you were going to ask me to do something like kill somebody. If it's just money, that's no problem at all. How much do you need?” That broke the tension; Jess laughed herself and said, “Uh, I could really use a couple of hundred. And I don't know when I'll be able to pay you back.” She looked sheepish, not sure if she asking for way too much. I knew she and Pete had been having some financial problems – that was one of the things she talked to me about. I reassured her, “That's cool, 200 is fine. You pay me back when you can, don't worry about it. Do you want cash?” She said, “Yeah, that would be best.” “OK, I'll have to run to the ATM and get the cash out. When do you want to pick it up.” She looked conspiritorial. “Pete is going to play golf with his buddies this afternoon at 2:00. I could come by then and get it.”


I got another hug as she left, and had to make a trip to bathroom before I headed for the ATM.

*****

Jessie was right on time to pick up the money, and was still apologetic about having to ask for the loan. “Hey, I'm just glad I can help you out. You're about the closest thing to family that I've got.” Which was the truth. “Well, I will pay you back, I just don't know when,” she insisted. “OK, like I said, don't worry about it.”


Jessie reached for me to give me goodbye hug, except this time something was different. I don't know if she pressed closer against me than usual, or if she finally decided to admit to feeling what was pressing against her belly, but this time she looked down and said, “Hey, what's that?”


Oh, shit, this was not going to be good! I tried to be lighthearted about it. “You're a married woman, I shouldn't have to explain it to you!” Jessie looked into my eyes and smiled. I felt her hand close over the front of my jeans.


“What...what are you doing?” I couldn't believe this.


“You just did something nice for me, I want to do something nice for you.”


Jessie dropped to her knees in front of me, and quickly undid my belt and opened my jeans. She pulled down my pants and shorts, and my cock popped out, pointed straight at her face. “Mmmm, nice,” she said. I figured she was just being polite – my dick's OK, but no monster. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and started stroking it. If I hadn't already shot one load earlier in the day I'd have probably exploded as soon as she touched me, but I was able to have a little control. I was afraid to say anything for fear I'd break the spell and find out it was all just another fantasy. It was no fantasy, though, when she leaned her head down, flicked her tongue out, and ran it over the head of my cock. I shivered, and moaned like I'd been shot. I was breathing hard now. Jessie pushed her hand back to the base of my cock, and slipped the head into her mouth, sucking lightly. “Oh shit, girl, that is so good!” That seemed to encourage her, as she began to bob her head up and down on my cock, taking about half of it into her mouth with each stroke, her hand moving in time on the base of my dick. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, so I let her know. “Honey, if you keep that up, I'm going to come in your mouth!” She didn't seem to mind that idea. Jessie pulled her hand away from my cock and sucked the whole thing into her mouth. I felt her nose bump against my belly, and her throat spasmed around the head of my cock as it bottomed out in her mouth. “Fuck yes, suck it baby!” As Jessie pulled back, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked so hard I felt like my balls were going to shoot right out my cock. I knew this was it. Grunting, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it against me as I shoved my cock into her mouth all the way. I felt her throat close over the head of my cock again, and I gasped out, “Shit, I'm going to come!” My body shook as my balls emptied themselves through my cock into Jessie's mouth and throat. I was still holding her face against my crotch, and I could feel her throat working as she swallowed the spurt after spurt of semen I poured into her. Finally, with a gasp, I finished, and Jessie let my shrinking cock slip out of her mouth.


I didn't know if I should say anything, and was too worn out to say much anyway. Jessie didn't say a word. She stood up, looked me in the eye, smiled sweetly, and walked out with my $200 in her pocket. After she left, I leaned back against the door, panting, and thought, “This is going to be a real problem.”


*****


Part 2


I didn't see Jessica for a couple of days after that, and started to worry if what had happened might ruin a good friendship. When we finally ran into each other in the hallway, though, she acted the same way she always had. It was almost like nothing had happened at all, and that worried me a bit, too. Pretending that it hadn't happened probably wouldn't be the healthiest way of handling things.


People tell me I worry too much. They're probably right. A few days later Jessie appeared at my door with a six-pack of beer, saying, "Pete's out of town for a couple of days, so I need some company." We spent the evening curled up on the couch at my apartment, watching a movie and talking. I wound up giving Jessie advice on how to handle a guy at work who didn't know what to make of her innocent flirting and was dropping hints about wanting to have an affair. She was giving me advice on how to find a woman so that I wouldn't have to spend my nights alone. Things were back to normal. Yeah...right...

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I ran into Jessie in the hallway a couple of days before her birthday, which would be her 30th.


"Big birthday plans?" I asked.


"No, not really. Nothing going on."


"What? It's your 30th birthday, you've got to do something.


"Oh, Pete's leaving tomorrow again, and he's going to be gone for at least a week, so we can't do anything. I guess everybody else figures I'll be doing something special with him, 'cause nobody's said a thing."


I couldn't let her celebrate an important birthday like that alone. "Do you want to go out to dinner?"


"Really? That sounds great!"


"I'll make reservations."


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Jessica's birthday was on Friday, and we headed to the restaurant about 7:00. I'd made reservations at a place that had great food, but wasn't so fancy that you had to dress up; neither of us was crazy about that idea.


We had a couple of drinks and a nice dinner, talking about mutual friends and our respective jobs. We finished off with dessert. No birthday cake, no singing of Happy Birthday by the restaurant staff. Jessie had warned me in no uncertain terms about that before we left.


Back at the apartment building, we reached my place first as we walked down the hall. I unlocked the door, and waited for my usual hug, but Jessie didn't do anything. I shrugged mentally, said, "Goodnight, hope you had a good time," opened the door and walked into my apartment. Jessie still hadn't said a word, but she walked inside with me. I don't know what I expected, but I sure wasn't prepared for what happened next.


When we were both inside, Jessie closed and locked the door, then leaned back against it, reached out and grabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me to her, and began kissing me. Her tongue was in my mouth, and her hands were on my ass, pressing her pelvis against mine. Needless to say, my cock was getting bigger and harder by the second. I knew I should be pulling away, but it just wasn't going to happen. I moved my hands in between us and squeezed Jessie's breasts, then move one hand down between her legs. I rubbed her through the crotch of her jeans first, and, as I did, I felt one of Jessie's hands slip inside my jeans, and inside my shorts. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and began stroking. I slid my hand up and then inside the waistband of her jeans, down into her panties, through her pubic hair to the lips of her pussy. I rubbed, then curled a finger up inside her; Jessie moaned around my tongue, and her hand quickened its strokes on my cock. It felt like I was back in high school, making out with one of my fist girlfriends.


We kept up our kissing and manual service for a minute or two, then Jessie pulled her mouth away from mine and almost growled, "I want you cock in me!"


I pulled my hand out of her pants and began unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, and she did the same with mine. She pushed my jeans and shorts down just far enough to free my cock. I wiggled her jeans and panties down until they slipped down around her ankles.


Jessie reached out, grabbed my cock, and pulled me against her, guiding my cock to her pussy. She pushed the head of my cock inside her, then moved her hand away, and I drove forward, burying myself in her with one thrust.


"Yessss! That's it!" Jessie's pelvis moved in time with mine as I began fucking her. I was holding her against the door, and every time I humped forward, her ass banged against the door, making it rattle. I was actually afraid a neighbor would hear and thing there was a fight going on, but it didn't seem to bother Jessie, who was gasping, moving against me harder and faster. Her hands were on my hips, and she was pulling me to her, shoving my cock into her pussy. It felt like she was wanted to take my entire body inside her. I could feel her, smell her, taste her. I'd never been with a woman who acted so wild, and I knew I couldn't last much longer.


Suddenly, Jessie threw her head back against the door. "Oh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Uh, uh, uh! Aaaiiieee!" Jessie's scream was almost frightening as her body spasmed with her orgasm.


Her pussy clamped onto my cock, and that was enough to send me over the edge to one of my most intense orgasms ever, my cum bursting into Jessie's cunt in half a dozen spurts that left me spent and resting my hands against the door for support.


As we finished, Jessie bent down, pulled up her jeans, smiled sweetly at me and said, "Thanks."


Then she turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving me feeling like I had just been turned into the world's most lifelike dildo. I wasn't sure exactly what Jessie's game was, but I had a feeling I'd better find out pretty soon or it wasn't going to turn out well.

Comprimising my Morals Pt. 1

santybaby on Cheating Stories





Story of a conflicted youth torn between his grilfriend who is studying abroad and his new attractive exchange student who ends up living with him.







There are many things that define myself at the ripe old age of 20, I have made it through my first 3 years of college, worked various odd jobs, and of course fallen into a long term relationship. I'm one of those guys who still follows tra

The Hidden Slut Inside My Fiance

thenatone on Cheating Stories

 

            Everything in my life seemed to be going in the wrong direction. That is until I met Megan, this beautiful women with a body like that of a porn star. Her breasts were her obvious focal point, D cups standing proudly upon her chest, perky, and perfectly proportioned. The rest of her body was perfect, what you would call the perfect hourglass figure. She was half Mexican and white, had stunning green eyes, and long black hair. She stood 5'5'' and measured 34-20-32. All my friends fancied her, and would often give me props

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for scoring such a knockout of a women. She was only 24 years old, and I 32. But age didn't matter to her, she seemed to look deeper into the qualities of men than what met the eye, and soon we fell in love.

 

She moved into my house after 6 months of us dating, and soon there after I proposed to her, and she said yes. Everything was going perfect, we were set to marry in 6 months, the day of our one year anniversary of meeting. She was quite insatiable when it came to sex, she always seemed to be horny, even at times when we were in public. I kept up with her, giving her all I could in that department. I honestly never felt that she would require more, and so our relationship had just the right balance of sex and love that kept us together.

 

I never minded the way she dressed, very sexy, very revealing. In public, guys would stare at her, even though she was in my arms, they would ogle her breasts and savor the sight of her wiggling ass. She loved the attention, but her loyalty to me was evident, and I never really worried about her cheating on me. It was my friends though, who in the often times we would spend together, that would bother me just a little. My best friend in particular, Eric, who was my best friend since highschool, would often stare a little too long, and Megan would give him much to ogle over. They would flirt, in a joking manner, even when I was around. Eric would always back it up with looking at me and smiling, saying, "you know me man, I would never do anything that would hurt our friendship."

 

I landed a great job, but the hours were different than Megan's, who worked a 9-5 as a secretary in a small business firm. I would leave to work early in the morning, around 5 am to be on time. The hours were demanding, and it wasn't until after 6 that I would come home. It worked out fine though, because Megan would have dinner ready for us when I got home from a long, tiring day of work. Our lives seemed kosher, and all was well. But it all changed just 3 months before our wedding day, of course I didn't know exactly why things changed at the time, but the changes were so small, that they didn't add up until a year later.

 

One day, Eric gave me a call while I was on my lunch break.

 

"Hey Don, man, I need to ask a favor of you."

 

"What's up man, what do you need?"

 

"Well, I got foreclosed on my house, and I need a place to crash for awhile."

 

"Damn Eric, alright, well..."

 

"I won't take long, all I need is a chance to get on my feet."

 

"Ok man, you know you're welcome at my house."

 

"Thanks man, I owe you big time."

 

I got home around 6pm, opened the door to see my fiancé Megan and Eric laughing and chatting away over dinner. Megan got up quickly, grabbing a plate she had fixed for me.

 

"Here you go hunny, your favorite."

 

I kissed her and looked over her shoulder seeing Eric’s eyes fixed on her assets as she bent over to kiss me. This, I was already used to, so it didn't bother me really. We ate dinner and talked about usual stuff, heading to the living room and watching TV. It was getting late and time for bed, so Megan had gathered a blanket and some pillows for Eric. He thanked her and we called it a night.

 

Megan was overly loud that night, moaning and panting loudly as I fucked her hard. I couldn't help but think that she was putting on a show for Eric, who would plainly be able to hear us. But hey, he was in my home, and this is what we do. So I didn't really think of it as being that big of a deal.

 

I woke up early, as usual, and got ready for work. As I passed the living room, I noticed Eric sleeping in the nude, but with a thin blanket barely covering his manhood, which from the impressions in the cloth, was quite bigger than mine. I thought about how my fiancé would react to seeing his huge bulge when she awoke, thinking of how much bigger his was compared to mine. I shrugged off the thought, and headed to work.

 

Megan woke up, and wrapped her tiny silk robe around her perfect body. She tied the robes belt around her thin waste, pressing the silk material to her body like a second skin. The hem of the robe stopped just an inch or two from her ass, revealing her long sexy tan legs. She walked into the living room towards the kitchen, stopping as she glanced over at Eric sleeping on the couch. Her eyes fixated on his huge member, sending tantalizing thoughts to her loins, her imagination running wild. She stops the trance, and starts making some coffee. She couldn't get the thought out of her head though, looking back into the living room, staring directly at Eric’s huge, cloth covered cock. Megan tip toed over to the couch, getting a closer look. She almost fainted as Eric moved slightly in his sleep, making the blanket slide off, revealing his cock.

 

Megan put her hand over her mouth, staring lustfully at Eric’s huge member, resting on his thigh. Eric's eyes slowly opened, just enough to see through a haze, not revealing them to be open to Megan. He focused in on first her long legs, going up to her short hem of a robe, and then to her luscious, plump D sized breasts. His cock had responded to the sexy vixen before his eyes, twitching slightly, allowing blood to flow freely to his member. Megan stood there in awe, as the cock grew slowly into a size she has never even imagined could fit inside of her. She looked at Eric’s eyes, seeing that they were still shut, and then focus' back onto his growing shaft.

 

Megan drops down to her knees, quietly adjusting herself to admire the growing cock just a foot away from her. She wanted to touch it, stroke it, and lick it. Pure lust had overcome her every thought, and then it happened. Eric whispers quietly to her,

 

"You can touch it, if you want."

 

This surprised Megan, for now she was caught admiring her fiancées best friends cock. Guilt consumed her and she stood up to leave. But Eric sat up quickly.

 

"Megan, please, don't be prude or shy."

 

She stopped, but wouldn't turn back to look. Her mind was racing, for the guilt and lust were fighting a battle inside of her mind that kept her from moving.

 

"Megan, I think you are the most sexiest, beautiful women in this entire world, and it's just natural to look, so don't worry."

 

With that Megan decided to give into her lustful desires, walking slowly over to Eric, and sitting next to his legs on the couch. Eric’s cock had grown to its full 11 inches, twitching and begging to be relieved by the sexy vixen just inches away. Megan reached out, grasping the base of his cock with her small hand. Eric let's out a sigh of relief, which just made Megan go further past the point of return. She stroked it and then bent over, licking the head of Eric’s cock with her talented tongue. Soon after, Megan had practically swallowed the head of the huge cock, slurping it into her mouth, running saliva down the shaft.

 

Eric leaned back, groaning in pleasure from this wonderful blow job, looking down at the beautiful fiancé of his best friend work her mouth deeper and deeper down the length of his cock. After a good 5 minutes of oral pleasure, Megan’s twat was wet and ready for action. She straddled Eric, moving her little silk robe out of the way as she positioned her pussy at the head of Eric’s cock. She took a deep breath and slowly pressed downward, feeling the huge member spread her tiny pussy folds apart, entering and stretching her insides. Inch by inch, Megan would lower herself onto the shaft, until her pelvic area had become one with Eric’s. She had never felt so full, so stretched, and so excited. She would just sit there, not moving, but soaking in the feeling of being totally fulfilled.

 

Eric took over, almost shocking Megan, for Eric was quite the aggressive type. He grabbed a hold of her hips and planted his feet into the couch, raising Megan’s entire body by the lifting of his knee's. He was in position, and started drilling Megan’s tiny pussy like a jack hammer. Megan panted and moaned louder than ever, and it wasn't her causing this, but Eric's relentless pounding her pussy that instinctively called out the lustful sounds of pleasure deep within her. The size difference was quite unbalanced, Megan being tiny compared to the size of Eric, who was 6'5'' and 200 lbs. The pounding had made her huge breasts find there way out of the silk confines of the robe, bouncing beautifully with every thrust of Eric into her pussy.

 

Eric stopped and pulled Megan off of his cock by literally lifting her up by her waste, then placing her down in doggy in front of him. Megan looked back, amazed at the manliness of Eric, awaiting the huge cock that was being placed at the entrance of her tiny pussy. Eric plunged in quick, pulling Megan’s hips back into his as his cock submerged into the deepest bowls of Megan’s pussy. He slam fucked her hard, pulling back her little body into his massive cock, rapidly slamming away. The sound of their flesh colliding with every second filled the house mixed with the lustful moans and sloshing sounds of their bodily liquids. The hardcore fucking continued on into the hour, moving into just about every position, never letting up. Finally, Eric groans loudly as he was slam fucking her in missionary, his balls tightened, and he called out that he was going to cum. Megan must not have heard the words, for she was overwhelmed by the many orgasms that were crashing through her body. Eric slowed his slamming into several, powerful thrusts deep inside Megan’s pussy. With each thrust, he would release his seed, gushing load after load inside of her and began to fill Megan’s pussy full of his cum.

 

The two slumped down on one another, covered in sweat, panting for air. Eric pulled out, releasing a flood of cum onto the couch. Megan just laid there, with a blank look on her face, the fact of what just happened setting into her mind. She got up and went into the shower to clean up and hurry off to work. Eric spent the next few minutes cleaning and hiding the mess, so not to be caught. He was surprised when he saw what Megan wore to work, watching her walk by in her sexy little secretary outfit. Short skirt, high heels, tight blouse. He thought of fucking her in her outfit, but knowing the time, it wasn't possible.

 

Megan clocked in and sat at her desk, thinking of what she had just done. Her boss walks by, ogling her assets as usual, but noticed Megan’s dismay.

 

"Are you alright Megan, you seem a bit distant this morning?"

 

"I'm fine Mr. Anderson, thanks."

 

He looks past the obvious words to see something was troubling her, but being her boss, he felt that he shouldn't ask any further. The rest of the morning went as usual, all the guys in the office flirting with Megan, and trying to get the best angle for looking down her blouse. Lunch time was near, and Megan would usually go back home, being that it was close by. She was scared to back home though, know Eric was there, and what might happen. But she shrugged the thought off, and headed home anyways. As she entered through the door, she heard Eric was in the shower. So she thought to herself, great! Hurry and make lunch and we won't have to see each other. So Megan fixed a sandwich and ate quickly. Just as she was finishing up, Eric had walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen naked. Megan's eyes bulged open to the sight of Eric naked, and she quickly looked away, as to tame her lustful thoughts that snuck in with Eric.

 

"Hey, back from work already?"

 

"It's lunch time."

 

Eric walked over to Megan, who was sitting at the table. His cock was inline with her face, and Megan tried to ignore it.

 

Eric laughed saying, "Got anymore room for dessert?"

 

Megan was flustered, she tried not to think about it, but her instincts took over. She turned and sucked Erics cock into her mouth, sucking the head of his cock like she were trying to suck a milkshake through a thin straw. Eric had placed his hand on the back on Megan’s head and helped her get deeper onto his shaft. Megan was quite experienced with deepthroating, and so Eric played to that effect, and started fucking her face. Megan would gag, but could control it to her best ability, allowing Eric's cock to dive down her throat, back to her lips, and back again. After a good several minutes of face fucking, Eric stood Megan up and leaned her over the kitchen sink. He lifted her mini skirt to her waist, and ripped off her g-string. Megan braced herself as she felt Eric entering her tiny hole, stretching it to it's limits.

 

Eric rammed in hard, grabbing her thin waste and slamming his entire cock into her pussy. The window was slightly opened, and unknown to Megan was her neighbor Alex, outside doing some yard work. Alex heard the panting of Megan, hearing the loud smacking of flesh as Eric slam fucked her from behind. Alex got in a better position to hear and see what was going on, and what he saw surprised him. With the glare, it was hard to see past Megan, so Alex assumed Don was giving his fiancé quite an afternoon fuck. Alex has always fancied his neighbors fiancé, but would leave it at that. But this event would change his thoughts, and Megan was now on the top of his list of who he wanted to fuck.

 

Megan urged Eric to hurry, for she would be late for work. So Eric, being aggressive anyways, took this opportunity to latterly fuck her little pussy harder and faster than ever. He drove deep and hard, thrusting with all his might, slamming Megan’s body against the counter with every collision. Eric started releasing his cum deep inside Megan’s pussy, filling her insides full of his seed. Megan loved the feeling of warm cum splashing and covering her insides, and savored the feeling as load upon load was shot inside of her pussy. Megan caught her breath, looked at the clock, and realized she needed to leave in order not to be late. She adjusted her mini skirt and left quickly. She felt Eric’s cum inside of her pussy, sitting there and slowly leaking out of her pussy.

 

Megan hurried back to her desk and then to the bathroom to clean up, as she walked she felt the cum leaking its way down her thigh, and then down her legs. Before she could make it to the bathroom, her boss had stopped her.

 

"Megan, just who I wanted to see. Please, come to my office."

 

Megan was flustered, for she wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up the evidence of her adulterous morning and afternoon. Mr. Anderson thought for sure he could smell sex all over Megan, and he was convinced once he noticed the strands of shiny cum running down her legs. His afore idea for there little meeting would shift from work, to something a bit more personal. Mr. Anderson was a burly man, standing 6'3'' and 190 pounds. He shut the door behind them, and walked to his desk, not sitting down.

 

"Please, sit Megan. So, did you enjoy your lunch break?"

 

"Yes sir, why do you ask?"

 

"Well, I figured it wasn't often you got to see your fiancé for lunch."

 

"I went home, like usual."

 

"And your fiancé was home, that's nice."

 

"No, why are you assuming that he was home?"

 

"Well, who else would shoot there cum inside you?"

 

Those words sent a shock down Megan’s spine. She never heard her boss speak so boldly, and it was evident to her now that he was onto something mischievous. Megan sat there silently as her boss approached her in her chair. He told her to stand up, and Megan stood. He walked around her slowly, looking up and down her perfect figure. He then lifted Megan’s mini skirt to reveal her privates. Megan tried to stop him, but he was too strong. He wiped a finger up her slit and put it to her face.

 

"And this, is the semen of your fiancé?"

 

Megan’s head dropped in shame, for it was very hard for her to lie when put on the spot like this. She shook her head with guilt, admitting that the semen was not that of her fiancé’s.

 

"I see then, so that's what was bothering you this morning. Guilt."

 

Megan nodded her head yes.

 

"Well there's only two ways I can go with this, one would be to tell your fiancé."

 

"No! Don't, please sir, you don't understand. I...I...."

 

"OR! We can arrange a trade off for my silence."

 

Megan knew what he meant, and now had found herself sexually in submission to her boss. He continued to go over the rules.

 

"For now on, around this time of day, you are to come into my office and lock the door behind you. Do not wear panties, and always wear your short mini skirts, meaning no more pants from now on. You are to do whatever I say, whenever I want it. Understood."

 

Megan nodded her head, and then her boss unzipped his pants revealing his large growing cock to her. Megan sat down in the chair and started slurping on her boss' cock, bringing it to full hardness. Mr. Anderson tested her ability to take his cock down her throat, and she proved to be well trained. So he started to get more aggressive, shoving his prick down her throat and started fucking her face. Soon after, he bent her over his desk and pushed his cock into her cum filled pussy. He fucked her hard, making his desk move an inch with every thrust into her. He pulled open her blouse, pulled down her bra, and grabbed hold of her huge mounds. He fancied her breasts more than anything, and was groping and pulling on them without regard to her feelings. After a good hard fucking from behind, he turned her around and told her to lean her back on the desk. He spit into her cleavage and had her press her mounds together.

 

"You don't know how long I've wanted to fuck these plump breasts of yours Megan."

 

Mr. Anderson pushes his cock between her cleavage and starts fucking her tits. His cock head would poke out the top, and disappears in the mounds of flesh being squeezed together by Megan. This was too much for him, for this fantasy was now becoming a reality and his peak was now reached. He roared as he released his cum, flying directly onto Megan’s neck, chin, mouth, nose, eyes, and forehead, covering her with his semen. He quickly placed his cock at her mouth, and Megan eagerly swallowed it into her mouth.

 

"That's a good secretary, clean your boss' cum covered cock you dirty slut."

 

Mr. Anderson wiped his cock all over Megan’s face, rubbing the cum all over and making it disappear into a sticky residue. Megan adjusted her blouse and skirt, and headed straight to the bathroom to clean up. She looked in the mirror, seeing her true self for the first time. The person who she hid inside, but showed ever so evident on the outside. The becoming of a slut, who had tried to be a good wife, and only be with one man, was now being exposed for who she really was.

 

She got home at 5, and noticed Eric was not there. She cleaned up and changed into her casual, but sexy, home clothes. A sleeveless tight white shirt, and a short pleated white tennis skirt. She started to get the dishes cleaned to prepare dinner for her fiancé when he got home at 6. A knock came at the door, Megan answered the door seeing her neighbor Alex standing there.

 

"Hey Megan."

 

"Hi Alex, what can I do for you?"

 

"Well, my water got shut off, and I was wondering if I could just get a glass of cold ice water."

 

"Sure, come on in."

 

Alex smiled, knowing he was half way to where he wanted to be. He adored Megan, watching her ready him a glass in her sexy little tennis outfit. Thoughts of the afternoon flashed in Alex's mind as he watched her bend over slightly to filled the glass with water.

 

"So, I heard you had quite the afternoon lunch."

 

Megan stopped in total shock. She couldn't believe it, she looked at the kitchen window and seen it slightly ajar. Oh no! She thought, he saw and heard everything!

 

"Alex, you saw us?"

 

"Well, I couldn't help it, I was outside doing some yard work, and then I heard you. I'm sorry, but, you are the sexiest women I've ever seen, and it was just natural for me to look."

 

Megan felt the same feeling she had felt earlier with her boss, and she assumed Alex knew that it wasn't her fiancé who was fucking her earlier.

 

"I understand, I know what you want, and I know what you want me to do so you won't tell my fiancé, but Don gets home within the hour!"

 

Alex was shocked; this was going better than he thought. The fact that Megan was cheating on her fiancé, and her admitting it before he knew was just being laid into Alex's lap. He smiled and approached Megan, pulling her into him.

 

"Don't worry, my wife hasn't given me any action in weeks, I'll be very quick."

 

And with that, Alex planted a sloppy kiss on Megan, moving quickly in order to finish up quickly. Alex yanked down her panties and pulled up her shirt to reveal her beautiful large breasts. Alex being much larger than Megan, man handled her into position after lifting her up and Megan wrapping her legs around Alex's naked waste. His huge cock now at full attention slides up her slit, the tip meeting her belly button before coming back down and finding Megan’s opening. He pushes in, Megan’s weight forcing his cock to penetrate the depths of her pussy. His pure strength of his thrusts prompts her up in the air and his cock to the tip of her pussy, never leaving it, but coming back down with gravity and hitting balls deep within her. Megan’s tennis skirt flew up and down in unison with their motions, her breasts bouncing the same. Their bodies slammed into the side of the pantry, and Alex hooked Megan’s right leg and lifted it up to her right breast. Their bodies moved in perfect unison, passionately grinding one another’s sex and panting for breath.

 

Alex had never fucked with such intensity, for his wife was rather prude. Before him was the most sexiest, porn star beauty queen, his neighbors soon to be wife panting like a cock hungry slut for him to fuck her hard and fast. It was obvious to Alex that he wouldn't last long due to the weeks of no sex, not even masturbation. His balls felt heavy and were full of cum, it was too much to hold. Alex grabbed her up and around his waste, walking over and planting her down onto the couch. He slammed downward into her, feeling his orgasm rising to it's peak. Alex roared as he slammed hard into her pussy, "I'm cumming you slut!" Megan came too, adding to the intense amount of juices now flooding her pussy. Alex pumped his semen, thrust after thrust, releasing huge loads inside of Megan’s pussy. After what seemed like ages of cumming, Alex pulled out his cock to the tip. His cock was still twitching, spurting out streams of cum all over Megan’s pussy lips, coating it until it was pearly white.

 

Alex was still rock hard though, and decided that the cum covered pussy was just too inviting to pass up. He pushes his cock back insides, literally forcing a flood of cum to come gushing out and all over his shaft. He pulled his cum covered cock out, placing it in front of Megan. She devoured the entire length, slurping up the cum and swallowing it all until it was clean. Alex would return to her cum filled pussy and repeat the process of Megan cleaning his cum covered cock. After awhile of doing this, Alex goes back to screwing Megan’s pussy raw, slamming his meat into her like never before. They moved into doggy style, with Megan leaning over the back of the couch, and Alex standing behind her with one leg positioned on the couch. He drove in hard and deep, fucking the sexy fiancé of his neighbor relentlessly. Time must have flown by, because just as Alex started to release his second numerous loads of his semen inside of her, Megan had opened her eyes in the midst of being filled by her neighbors seed, and saw her fiancé Don pulling up into the driveway. She started to spasm her ass back into Alex, milking every last drop of his seed into her pussy, watching her fiancé organize his work material inside his car in the drive.

 

Alex then noticed Don outside as he shut the car door, and jumped up grabbing his clothes and jumping out the back window, then jumping his fence. Megan had grabbed her panties and got into the shower just as Don entered the house.

 

I got home after a long day of work, and noticed Megan didn't have dinner ready. I walked towards the back, and heard the shower running. That's weird, she never takes a shower around this time. So I decided to fix myself something to eat, waiting for Megan to get out of the shower. She came walking into the kitchen in her towel, and I looked at her with disappointment.

 

"No dinner tonight?"

 

"Hunny, I'm sorry, I had a really bad day, and I just had to take a shower to relax."

 

I immediately stopped the questions and just looked at her with contempt.

 

"Baby, I'm sorry, it was selfish of me to say that."

 

I got up and hugged her, for she looked like she was very worn out. Just then, Eric walks into the house. We talk and do the usual TV watching, then go to bed. But this time, and many more days to come, my lovely fiancé would be too tired to have sex. Our sex life was down to the weekends, and for some reason, I never questioned why. I talked to the guys at work, and they said that was normal, that women's desire for sex goes down until you ain't getting none at all. I couldn't imagine that with Megan, but with all that I've heard, this I thought, must be the reason.

 

The next morning, after Don left for work, Megan got up and started some coffee. Before she could think twice, Eric was right behind her, pressing his huge member into the space between her legs. This morning though, Eric had plans to enter a different hole of Megan, one that he fancied more than the pussy. So he grabbed the crisco that was on the counter and opened it, dipping is finger in and taking a wad of grease onto his fingers. Megan wasn't a virgin in the ass, but Don would never attempt any anal, so it hadn't been since her college days since she was last fucked in the ass.

 

Eric spread the grease onto Megan’s puckered anus, then sliding his finger into her hole. Megan bent over, allowing deeper access to her ass as Eric finger fucked it, starting with one finger, and increasing to two, then three. Megan moaned at the feeling of her asshole being fucked, but feared the shear size of Eric’s monster cock fitting into it. They moved into a better position onto the floor, Megan sticking her ass straight up and Eric mounting from behind. He placed his cock at the entrance to her little anus, and slowly started to push his way in. Once as deep as he could go, he retracted to the tip, then moved back in until he could gather up a fast moving pace.

 

"Oh yeah Megan, my little anal whore. You like it in your ass don't you?"

 

"Oh fuck Eric, fuck my ass! fuck it!!!"

 

With that said, Eric started slamming hard into Megan’s ass, making her scream with pain mixed with pleasure as Megan had never felt such a huge cock inside her ass before. Eric’s large body dwarfed the size of Megan’s, watching his huge cock disappears into her tiny frame within her ass in much disbelief. It seemed impossible, but with every sinking dive, his entire shaft was lost within the tightness of Megan’s bowels. Eric grabbed a hold of her small shoulders, using them to force himself as deep as possible on every drive. His balls smacked hard against her pussy lips, his pelvis even harder slamming into her ass. Megan’s large tits were smashed into the carpet and being rubbed with every movement of Eric, sending a burning sensation through her thick nipples. Eric lifted her up by the waist with his cock still buried deep within her ass. He pins her into the corner of the couch, pressing her down with the full weight of his body. He pulls back a bit and thrusts hard and deep back into her ass, pressing Megan deep into the corner of the couch with every jolting thrust. He fucks her ass relentlessly, pounding away as if there were no end in sight.

 

Finally, after an hour of nothing but hardcore anal fucking, Eric finally was about to cum. He pulled out of Megan’s used ass, and flipped her over into missionary position. He then placed the tip of his cock at the wet entrance of her pussy.

 

"Time for your fill."

 

With that said, Eric plunges deep inside Megan’s pussy and starts slamming harder than ever. His intensive roars fill the room as he carnally slam fucks her pussy, holding her ankles to her ears. Eric turns red, and he roars like a beast as he starts to release his flood of semen inside Megan’s pussy. Load after load shoots inside, filling her full of his seed. His entire weight falls down onto her tiny frame, cock still deep inside her pussy, twitching and spurting it's last few loads of semen. They lay there exhausted for several minutes, then after Eric pulls out, Megan get's ready for work. She remembers not to wear any panties, for she doesn't want to upset her boss. Eric is even more surprised at her outfit today, as she walks out sexily in the shortest mini skirt you could imagine a secretary to wear to work.

 

As she enters the office, the guys give her a look like she's never had before. For some reason, she feels like every guy had heard her being fucked by the boss the other day, and that there was no way she could deny it. One of the three guys who worked in her area approached Megan at her desk, looking down her blouse and licking his lips.

 

"So, Megan, I heard you and the boss making quite the deal yesterday."

 

Megan looks up at Harry in shock. She couldn't believe he was being so obvious, yet sly.

 

"Say, why don't you come into the storage room and help me figure out what it is you can do to come to an agreement."

 

He grabs her hand, and places his thumb on the ring Don gave her to marry.

 

"What a nice ring your fiancé has given you, would be a shame to have to give it back."

 

And with that Megan understood that she had no other choice but to follow Harry into the storage room. There, though, she was totally shocked at what she saw. Inside the storage room were Harry's friends, Greg and Ben. They had this mischievous look on there faces, getting quite excited at the sight of the sexy secretary entering into the storage room to have sex with Harry. Not a word was spoken, and Megan was soon on her knee's, taking turns sucking on the three cocks that were in front her face.

 

To Be Continued…

 

Comments welcome, hope you enjoyed. And yes I know, I go from first person perspective to 3rd, but that’s how I wanted it, thanks.

My encounter with my Sister-in-Law next to my Wife

Rogue Lex on Cheating Stories



My Sister-in-law often stays over at our house, one night
things got very intense.



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My wife called me up at work asking if it was alright to
invite her sis around. I of course agreed as I loved her being around and we
always have a laugh.



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I got home just after half 6 in the evening to find the
girls in the kitchen making dinner. After a few hours of chatting and watching
TV, we all felt tired and went into the bedroom to relax and talk more on the
bed. Time passed and we all becoming very sleepy, our conversations slowly
stopping and then quite. The girls fell asleep shortly and I just lay there,
looking at the two hot

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women on my bed. My wife was at the top end of the bed
laying across the pillows, my sis in law in the middle and I was at the bottom,
I waited a while until I heard deep breathing from their sleep, after I heard
that I moved my foot brushing against my sis in laws, desperate to feel her
skin. The touch and thought of being able to do things to her whilst both were
asleep got me very hard and I sunk my hand in my trousers and began to stroke
myself.



Our window was open and it began to rain, the sound was very
relaxing and helped mask any sounds of pleasuring myself I may have made. With
the rain beating down hard, I felt daring and decided to move closer to her,
her back was facing me and part of her thong was sticking out above her ass. I
positioned myself right up against her ass and stopped in case my movement may
have disturbed her. Nothing...with my cock fully out of my trousers I edged my
cock to her ass, the tip of my cock brushed against her cloths and I twitched
hard with the excitement. Once again, I stopped just in case she awoke and
still nothing. My daringness was getting braver by the second, I moved my cock
a bit firmer into her ass to then fill my cock between her slit. By this time,
I was so flustered and excited I began pre-cumming.



The rain got louder and a storm roared out making me jump
for a moment, she stirred and I moved back, my cock still fully out. She
shivered and I put my hand on her arm, she sighed and sheepishly said, “Cold”  I moved my top half up to her back and held
her from behind, resting my arm on hers. An mmm sound came from her and with
that, her hand held mine and pulled it around her waist. My heart was beating
fast, my cock was only a couple of inches away from her ass, if she moved back,
she would know for sure that I had a hard on. I was starting to stir a bit
being nervous and then she did the one thing I was fearing and moved her ass
back into me...I froze, my grip around her waist became ridged. She moved her
rear a bit I presume not knowing what she was feeling at first, then
stopped...my heart pumping like mad now, then she again began moving her ass slowly
on my cock. I couldn’t tell if she was asleep, half awake and enjoying the
closeness or awake and giving her brother-in-law the cock tease of his life.



Either way, I wasn’t going to let this stop me taking
advantage of the situation, with her grinding movements on my cock still
happening, I slid my hand down her side onto the waist, then I pushed myself
firmly into her, her ass pushed back onto my thrust and I knew then that she
was partially awake. I started to grind
my cock into her from behind looking up to see if my wife was asleep, which she
very much was.



Moving into her back, I kissed her shoulder continuing my grinding;
our movements were now blatantly sexual and not mistaken for just cuddling. Her
arm moved and her hand rested on mine, our fingers wrapped around each others,
she then moved our hands to her PJ’s and then began moving them down her ass. I
couldn’t believe what was happening...her PJ’s moved down her ass revealing her
hot ass in that sexy thong, her knees moved up and she then took her PJ's off!



I was totally freaking out and horney as hell, my wife, her
sister was only inches away from us, her sister was on our bed, with no
trousers on and my cock was rubbing against her ass. She then moved her ass
straight back against my raging hard on and lifted her leg, moving her thong to
the side like an invitation to fuck her.



That was it for me, I moved myself a bit lower on the bed to
position myself behind her and guided my cock to her pussy from behind...the
sudden touch against each other was intense and made us both moan, as I rubbed
against her clit I was amazed at just how wet she was, no, wet wasn’t the word,
she was soaked, flooded...the head of my cock slid effortlessly over her clit
searching and exploring it...this was it...this was the moment I had always
fantasised about for so long, I was about to fuck my sister-in-law and it was
going to be right in front of my wife.



With my final slide against her, I moved the tip of my cock
to her soaking cunt hole, her hand rested on my swollen member and then she
reversed slowly onto my cock. I moaned out as I entered her and pushed all the
way into her, “oh fuck” was all she said, it was the only other thing that had
been said all this time since we started. I held her leg high up and continued
my slow build-up of motion in her. The feeling was so intense, the whole
situation was extremely intense and all I wanted to do was fuck her so hard and
loud, but the slow cautious movements was agony as it was, we both sighed
louder and louder with every thrust, her pussy was so soaked but tight, I could
feel her contracting on my cock as we built up speed, I leaned to her back and
began licking and kissing her, this made her stir more and got me equally as
excited.



I wanted to look at her as we fucked, I knew this was
dangerous as it was, but I was desperate for the missionary position, desperate
to get as deep in her womb as I could. I pulled out of her, our juices soaking
each other, she lowered her leg and for the first time, she looked at me as
said, “where you going?” I replied, “I wanna be on top of you, I wanna see your
face”. She looked scared and looked at her sis, looking back at me she said,
“Ok, but be careful, if she wakes up, there’s no hiding it this way.” At that
moment, I really couldn’t give a shit if she wakes up or not, I was too lost in
the moment, my cock was doing all the thinking and all that mattered was
fucking her.



I slide over and she laid on her back, lifting her knees to
her chest, she then took of her thong, I then slowly moved myself above her
lowering my waist between her legs. She raised her legs and with my cock in
hand, guided it back into her hungry cunt. Pulling out I slammed hard into her
making her moan load, I leaned down to her face and for the first time, our
lips and tongues met, sliding franticly over each others, lust, pure passion
was the moment, our bodies were grinding firmly but not too much to wake her, I
glanced over at my wife to double check and then looked back at my sis-in-law,
she looked as well and smiled deviously at me. The look made my cock twitch
hard and she moaned with the feel.



“Are you close?” she said, “very!” I replied, “me too, we
better be quick, she could wake up”. Our voices were low, but our bodies could
or should have woken anyone up by now.



We began kissing each other passionately, my cock sliding
back n forth in her faster and faster, her pussy tightened with the increase of
speed. My cock became even more swollen and I felt pre-cum beginning to ooze
out of me, she stirred, bucking her hips upwards, “I felt that!” she murmured
during our tonguing session, “bad boy, you trying to cum in me?” she continued,
“mmm yes” is all I said. “I’m so close... cum for me!” Words of magic she said,
I couldn’t take it anymore, I slammed deep into her womb making her gasp, I
pounded her pussy faster and faster, my balls tightened, I was about to cum, pre-cum
was leaking out like mad. I was about to cum in my sister-in-law! “I’m going to
cum” I sighed out...”oh god yes me too” she replied, she leaned her head back,
her hand gripped my waist and then she held her sisters hand with the other! I
freaked, but couldn’t contain myself anymore...”NOW! Cum” I groaned out and
with that exploded a massive think wad of hot spunk deep into her cunt, she
gasped and began to orgasm over my cock, we both were creaming in n over each
other, I pounded hard feeling her pussy grip my cock, my cum spurting over and
over again into her hungry cunt.



After a while our orgasm together slowed down and I laid on
top of her...my cock still twitching and oozing cum into her, though her pussy
was totally flooded and was leaking our love juices out. We kissed softly for a
minute then looked deep into each other’s eyes and smiled, we looked at our bed
partner, and she was still holding hands with and was somehow still asleep
through all that. We looked back at each other and she grinded her waist
against mine...



”Feeling full?” I said with a very cheesy grin. “Very much”
looking deep into my eyes she replied. I leaned down to her ear, licked it and
whispered, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to fuck you.”



She kissed my cheek and held me firmly, “Probably as long as
I have wanted you to make love to you” she replied. My wife sighed and moved a
bit on the bed breaking our moment, we kept still until she settled and decided
we better sort ourselves out. I slowly pulled out of her dripping pussy, I
looked down to see a massive soak patch on the bed and our juices dribbling out
of her pussy. I smiled, stood up and helped her get off the bed slowly. We went
into the bathroom, locking the door behind ourselves then kissed and held each
other for a few minutes, our knees were trembling from the intense fuck session
we had just had and then began cleaning ourselves up.



As she was at the sink cleaning her cum filled pussy, I came
in from behind her and slid my tongue down her neck, my hands firmly grasping
her massive double H breasts, she poked her ass out to rub on my cock again and
continued to grind, lick and fondle. She turned around and pushed me up against
the wall kissing each other on the way, she pulled my top off and then kissed
onto my neck and onto my chest, she began licking my nipple and stroking my
cock again, I was already semi hard and didn’t need much persuasion. “I better
check it’s clean before we go back to bed” she said whilst looking up at me
from licking my nipple.



She then continued down my belly to my cock, grabbing hold
of it and then moving her face against it, rubbing it on her cheeks and lips.
“Oh baby” I sighed and with that she took my member into her mouth for the
first time, her tongue slid on the tip and sank all the way to the hilt. I
grabbed her hair as she began sucking my cock; I was hard as hell in seconds of
being in her heavenly mouth and was beginning to fuck her mouth slowly. I
looked down at her and could see she was fingering her pussy...I closed my eyes
as she worked me up to boiling point, I was almost on the verge of cumming and
was so tempted to cum in her mouth, but the thought of filing her up again was
too much and I pulled away from her mouth, pulled her up turning her around and
bent her over to lean on the sink, with one swift move I slammed my cock deep
into her used cunt and fucked her as hard as I could, she moaned loud calling
out my name, telling me to fuck her harder...my balls slammed against her pussy
and I pounded her ass with everything I had. Wet juice sounds became louder and
we were once again soaked. Holding her hips and pulling her back with ever
thrust I moaned I was about to cum again, she out of breath said, “cum baby...make
me cum again”. She was moaning out loud and I slammed into her for the last
time...”OH GOD!” moaning out I said and erupted and hard load of cum into her
hungry cunt...I slammed hard as I spirited and she then came a few moments
later...moaning an aarggh sound and shivered violently. Our bodies came to a
rest again and we were well and truly done.



We once again cleaned ourselves up and then tip-toe back to
bed. She slowly put her trousers back on which were on the floor and passed her
soaking thong to me, “that is for you” and kissed me on the lips. I sniffed
them in front of her and put it in my pocket.



We lay back down onto the bed, my wife had moved completely,
and were somehow still asleep. I knew she slept well when it rained, but this
was insane. We cuddled up to each other, kissed and eventually fell asleep.



The next morning I woke up to find my wife was already up,
my sis-in-law was still asleep, so I kissed her on the face and went to find my
wife. She was downstairs washing up, I went up to her from behind and kissed
her, then bit her ear, and she cringed and kissed me. “How’d you sleep last
night?” I asked, “mmm very well, I think I was heavy asleep, felt like I was
floating.”



I straight away thought that must have been our motion on the
bed she felt and smiled. “I went to the toilet this morning and when I went
back into our bedroom a minute later, there was an odd smell?” she said
puzzled. My eyebrow raised thinking oh shit, our sex smell was still heavily in
the room, “no idea, can’t say I noticed anything.” I replied. “God knows then”,
“it smelt a bit like when we have sex is the only way I can describe it.” She
said, “I must have missed something last night then if that’s the case” I
replied jokingly. “Meh, not me” she said smiling.



I didn’t know how to take that and with that began making
myself a drink. A little while later, my sis-in-law came down, looking fucked,
she looked at me cautiously and smiled, looking up at me. “Wow, bad night?” my
wife said, “kind of” she replied, “well get your ass on the sofa and he will
look after you.” My wife went into the kitchen and began making breakfast. My
sis-in-law came and sat right next to me, peered over her shoulder and kissed
me on the lips, “I enjoyed last night” and smiled, “Did she say anything?” I
told her what she mentioned earlier and she laughed. “Well I guess we have
nothing to worry about then!?” she said grinning deviously. “Nope” I replied
and slid my hand between her thighs, “I’m going to take the day off tomorrow,
mind if I CUM over?” I said winking.



“You can CUM whenever you want!” she replied deviously
again.



“I can’t wait!” I replied.



And with that...began our continuing affair. From that day
onwards, I regularly take days off work to be with her and just have amazing
sex. My wife is none the wiser and we have since had sex in the same bed
sharing with each other.



Thanks for reading.




Step Daughter's Friend

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My step daughter has an old high school friend. Her name is Lisa. Lisa is a goofy, big mouthed and rather silly young woman, or she was in years past. Now that they’ve graduated from high school the silly Lisa is still a little silly, but she has turned into one Helluva hot young woman. She has a really annoying voice, bit she’s turned into an attractive girl, built like all Hell.

The Move Pt 1

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My first writing, so be kind, and enjoy! (may or may not be real)


It was one of those warm summer nights, no clouds, just a bright full moon out, lighting my way. I was out for a walk, wearing a t-shirt, and old shorts. I loved to walk around the block at night, warm summer air on me, just to get out of the house for a bit on a night like this was wonderful. I live alone. Well, except my dog, Bear. He's about 5 years old, big black lab. Had to leave my wife last winter after finding her in bed with my neighbor.

As I returned home, the phone rang. My brother was on his way over. Great... company. (eye roll inserted here) Oh well, it was only about PM. As the conversation kept going, he told me that he was helping his wifes brother move and needed an extra hand. This is what I want

A BBQ with our neighbour.

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There was a bbq at our place and we had a few friends in including our neighbours.
We had finished the two bottles of wine and the party was swinging along – Jane the neighbours wife said I have a special bottle at home if you like I can get it.
I said that would be great I will come with you to check it out.
We had hardly got inside their house and she grabbed me and kissed me and whilst I was shocked I rather enjoyed the experience and responded with equal passion.
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mes">The she started to undress as we kissed – not that we had much on – shorts and T shirt etc. Then she said ‘Fuck me’ I want you to fuck me – I have been aching to get you alone long enough for months – this is it..... do it now.
She was young and attractive and had no inhibitions about showing her attributes off.
My wife had often commented that she was hot and she pitied her husband as she believed she shared herself about occasionally. I joked and said she hasn’t shared anything with me – and my wife said ---Yet.,
It seems my time had come.
She was tearing the last of her clothes off and when she was  naked and then started on me. Between the two of us we both managed to get everything off and she was on the floor – her legs drawn back onto her chest - and her lovely pink slit open ready for my cock - which by now was rock hard.
I got down and plunged my cock into the slit just below the hair strip she had.
Going into her felt like my cock was going into a warm oven – she was hot and wet and her cunt virtually sucked my cock into her she was so randy.
We fucked like I have never fucked before – fast furious and passionately – grabbing her tits as she fingered her clit while I shagged her. She rolled over and wanted it doggy style. Her tits were bouncing around as I pumped my cock into her fast and furiously and my balls were slapping against the cheeks of her ass as I drove myself furiously toward my orgasm.
She began to grunt and said oh fuck – I’m cumming I’m cumming ……fill me up baby……. give me all your juice…….. hose my womb with your cock milk ……. flood my baby chasm.
Her sex talk brought me up higher toward my climax and in seconds my cock erupted and I did as she asked and my balls erupted and I fired shot after shot of cum into her.
We both managed to keep it going for another minute or so and we were so physical her cunt was covered in cum and cunt juice as I pumped my now firm cock in and out of her cunt now filled to the brim with my baby juice.
Then she said take it out…….. I want it again……….. and as I pulled my cock out of her cunt she turned around. I was kneeling before her and she got down and began to suck the fuck juice we had made together off my half hard cock..
I spun her around and we were now both flat out on the floor in the 69 position and as she sucked my cock. I licked and sucked the love syrup from around her labia and thighs before drinking it from her pink cup of sexual delight. She was full of it and it took me a couple of minutes to get her cleaned up. It was all over my face as well as I buried my whole face into her pubic region to get her cunt open and access to her clit. I wanted to get every drop of our love juices out of her. In the process I managed to get her to cum again as I oralled her clit.
She squirmed and wriggled and bucked as I devoted every effort I had into bringing her off again orally. She was moaning and almost crying with the erotic pleasure saying… Keep going …. Keep going….. and she held my head down onto her vagina. Oh… f.. u…c…k. she moaned. I am cumming again ……..oh shit this is amazing………….. oh fuck don’t stop nnnnnn..oooooo….wwwww and then she just collapsed. It was obvious she could take no more and gasped……. stop     stop     stop now…… ohhh ………please…….. I cant bear it any longer.
I stopped and she sat upright holding her cunt. That is the most intense and amazing orgasm I have ever had, I think I had two or three one on top of the other it just wouldn’t stop and finally I couldn’t bear it any longer. Never have I cum that intensely before. It had me on the verge of fainting it came on me so hard.
I smiled the smile of a very satisfied male lover.
We kissed and we enjoyed the taste of ourselves through out tongue and lips. I said to her  - where did that come from - It was absolutely the highest form or erotic pleasure I have ever experienced. I have never seen a woman cum like that before – you were amazing.

She said I saw you there this afternoon and I began leaking so much just thinking about what you would be like in bed. I have never heard Nancy complain about not enjoying her sex with you. Suddenly I wanted to be fucked as urgently as that. I was hot real hot. I have  thought about having sex with you  – but never wanted to as Nancy and I are very good friends as you know.  I have often envied Nancy sleeping with you. You wont tell her about this will you.
I said not if I want to keep having sex with her. She would not be happy knowing we have done this together.
By now the eroticism had worn off and we were both exhausted – happy and fulfilled, well and truly fucked sucked and satisfied.
We both got up and dressed, even though we were sweaty. I kissed each nipple of her breast before she covered them with her bra again.
She said I had better get that wine – and left the room and came back a minute later with the bottle.
When she came back she said shit this room reeks of sex – the smell is so powerful – I said well we weren’t actually sedate about it we went at it like animals – she said I will go woof woof  with you any time you want me to. I said – you are on – but we will have to be careful.

We went back to the party and I don’t think anybody had missed us.
She and I started to drink the wine and she said I know a better vintage that this – and it comes in a very funny shaped container. I think I prefer that to this and winked at me.
Nobody was any the wiser and Nancy said Jane behaved herself today – she wasn’t making eyes ay any of the men that I saw.
IF SHE ONLY KNEW.
After that we occasionally enjoyed the new rare vintage we had discovered and she drank it straight from the container most times. The syrup from her pink well of sexual pleasure was my pleasure as well. Occasionally I filled her cup and we mixed our two juices and enjoyed the ‘cock’-tail we had made together.

We continued to fuck each other when the opportunity existed and when it was safe to do so. Nancy and Bob, her husband didn’t seem to have a clue we were doing it together.

It was pure animal sex – no love or emotion – just hard and fast and furious sex. Nancy my partner said to me one day – you know I have never enjoyed sex like we have been having in the past few months something seems to have changed – It sure had……. I was now fucking two of the best women alive, and enjoying it all. I smiled and said I have never ever had a complaint – age is improving you too.

We are still enjoying our secret love life together, and its now over a year. Its naughty ---- but nice.

Corruption

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Corruption

By Josephus ©

Prologue

Jenny knew she looked good.  She'd spent more time on her appearance than she had since her wedding day, but she was more nervous by at least an order of magnitude.  She looked in the mirror and practiced her smile, determined not to let her fear show through.  It was so important, vital that she look her best for her husband, that she not let him know just how hard this was for her to do.

Jenny was going to a maximum-s

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ecurity prison for the first time, and she was scared to death.  Jerry had insisted that he didn't want her to see him in jail and he was sure he'd get probation for a first offense.  When he'd been dragged from the courtroom, all they'd had was a quick kiss.  Now she was about to see him for the first time since that day in a maximum-security prison, which wasn't fair either.  His sentence wasn't that long ... but this was the nearest facility to her home and he'd been assigned there.

Just two months ago, life had been perfect, if she'd only realized that.  Newlyweds, married for less than six months she'd had a mild case of PMS and her car had broken down on the way home from work during a scorcher.  The lows for the last week had been in the eighties Fahrenheit and the highs in the triple digits.

By the time she'd gotten to their brand new and oh so stylish home, she'd been in high dudgeon.  Jerry had a good job with an international importer, but she pushed for the lifestyle that her parents had.  Jerry couldn't say no to her and they were already deeply in debt.  Although her car was still in warranty, she stormed about being forced to drive "an old bucket of bolts" as she walked in the door.

Finding Jerry working on the computer while trying to fix dinner she announced in a fit of pique, "If you want in these pants, you're going to have to do something about getting me a decent car!"

She hadn't been serious;  it was the heat and the PMS.  She was sure he'd known she was kidding.  As drained as the Texas heat had left her, she didn't have the energy for sex, but she'd cuddled him to let him know she wasn't serious.  Therefore, she was astounded when he took her car shopping the next afternoon.  They owed more on the car than they could get in trade-in, but Jenny had always left those sorts of problems to Jerry.  They drove home in a new car and she was ecstatic, and even with her period due to start any time she was determined to give her hero his just reward.  She had just gotten undressed to join him in their bed when the police were pounding on their front door.  Jerry looked terrified and she relived the scene at least once a week in her nightmares.  Jerry had been arrested handcuffed and taken to jail!  He had sold drugs to an undercover agent to get her car!  It was so stupid, he'd discovered that his company was being used by smugglers, and had planned to go to the police, but Jenny's demands had drove him do something stupid.  What followed was a nightmare;  Jerry had to use legal aid because their credit was tapped.  He didn't want their parents to know and since he'd never even had a traffic ticket the PD assured him that he'd get probation if he pleaded guilty.

It didn't work that way.  The judge had just put his daughter in rehab, and gave Jerry to seven to fifteen years in prison.  Even with good time, it meant that he'd have to spend at least two years in prison!  After they'd taken him from the courtroom, Jenny hadn't even been able to see him at all.  For about a month, he'd been moved from prison to prison all the over the state as he went through evaluation and classification to determine which prison he'd serve his time.  He wasn't allowed visitors until he was transferred to his permanent location.  Although the closest to their home, the prison was still about a two hour drive.  Jenny had of course lost her car, the house and almost everything else because they'd had to declare bankruptcy.  She'd lived with a friend but had just found an efficiency apartment near the school she was teaching.  She was able to get a car, dilapidated and the air conditioning didn't work.  She didn't mind, but she wasn't making ends meet.  Jerry's letter talked about his desperate need for money to protect himself.  He didn't say much about what it was like, but Jenny could read between the lines that he was scared of being beaten or worse.  She put every penny she was allowed "on his books", but he was hinting that it wasn't enough.

As she pulled off the highway onto the road to the front gate of the prison, she stopped at a little in a line of cars.  At a guard shack, a half mile from the prison she saw guards checked under the hood and in the trunk making people get out of their cars.

"What do they think, someone wants to smuggle someone into here?" she thought, trying to control her temper.

When it was her turn, the guards were very polite and very impersonal.  Some of the signs posted near the shack were scary;  she had to agree to a strip search if it was required.  They announced that if she tried to pass any money or other contraband that she would be prosecuted and sent to jail.  Jenny was glad she and Jerry didn't smoke because it seemed that any kind of tobacco was also a felony.

After she was cleared, she drove on to the parking lot, parked her car and went to the little building that seemed to be the entrance to the prison.  She'd gotten a booklet in the mail that told her what to expect, but this was just so scary.  Looking through the glass doors as she approached she saw a little office incased in bulletproof glass and steel prison bars.  There was a line of people in front of it.  As she walked through the exterior doors an officer, who hadn't been visible stood from a little table and used a wand to check her for metal like at an airport.  She then had to pass her driver's license to another guard in the little office through a little tray like at a bank.  After that guard, a woman, verified who she was seeing and checked her name from a list, she passed the license back to her.

A heavy door of steel mesh buzzed open into a cage.  She walked in and closed it behind her.  Then an even heavier steel door slid open by an electric motor whined in strain.  As she stepped through, she found herself in a little caged courtyard created on two sides by the concertina topped double chain link security fence.  Concertina was everywhere, and it intimidated Jenny.  At a buzz, she had to slide yet another gate.  This, a section of the fence she had to close behind her.  Now she faced a long walk to another building where she went through the same process again before she was led into large room where prisoners wearing colored jumpsuits visited with their families.  Jenny was terrified, any of those men could grab her, she didn't see any guards in the room.  Then Jenny was appalled to see young children in the room, some sitting on convicts’ laps and she wanted to cry.

Going to the non-contact area, Jenny waited.  Finally, Jerry came to the booth with a phone on the both sides like you see on TV.

Jenny picked up the phone and the first thing that Jerry said was, "They are taping this and will listen to it so please be careful with what you say or they won't let you come back."

He looked good, but he didn't want to talk about where he was or what he was doing;  he wanted to hear about Jenny and what life was like outside.  He said that she was allowed to come once every two weeks and that next time would be a contact visit so they could talk without the phones.  Jenny was so nervous about being in the place that at first time seemed to drag, but her two hours were over before she knew it.  The one thing that Jerry had been clear about was his need for money to buy stuff at the 'commissary'.  Jenny understood that he was using the money to buy safety.

Two weeks later when Jerry came to the contact visit table where she was sitting, he looked awful.  He had bruises all over his face and she could see evidence of bruises on his body in other places as well.

After the one hug, they were allowed and they were holding hands across a wooden table she whispered, "Oh Jerry, what happen?"

"I fell in the shower but I'm okay, but I've got a problem and I need you to send as much as you can to my account or ..."

Jenny felt a cold chill;  she was sending more than she could afford already.  The only way she could send more would be to go back to one of their parents and Jerry had been adamant that she was not to do that.

"Jerry do you want me to go to my parents?"

"No!  Isn't there anything else?  I know my parents are tapped, no, I'll just have to figure out something, don't worry about it."

But he was so upset that Jenny was terrified, "Jerry are people going to hurt you?"

Jerry looked grim, "One of the gangs offered me protection for a thousand a month, and I know we don't have that.  An officer saw ... when I fell in the shower, he broke up the ... he said I had to make a choice if I wanted to be one of the good guys, or a hardhead.  I'm not sure what he was talking about but I'm going to see if I can't get him to help me."

But Jerry wouldn't say any more about it.  They'd talked, but Jenny had watched episodes of Oz and she was scared that her husband was going to have to be someone's bitch.  She managed to hold her horror in check and gave him her best kiss when it was time to leave.  She didn't pay too much attention when another woman joined her as she was leaving the meeting room and went through what she now knew was the main building sally port.

As they walked toward the front gate, the woman turned to Jenny and said, "I saw your husband, I know a way that you can protect him if you are willing.  If you want to hear more about it follow me when we leave the parking lot.  I'm in a big red pickup, you can't miss me.  I'll buy you an early lunch and I'll tell you what's going on and how you can help him."

The woman seemed nice and seemed to know what she was talking about and before she thought about it, Jenny agreed.  She spotted the red pickup as she pulled out and followed her to a local restaurant.  They got a table that was off to the side and as private as any in the place.

The woman repeated that it was her treat, "So order a steak or something good," and Jenny did.

After the waitress left Jenny, who was a teacher wondered if she could get a part time job as a waitress to earn some extra money for Jerry.

"It won't matter how much money you pay for protection, it won't be enough!  There are too many gangs and just plain bad guys in there to buy them all off.  Your man has two choices, he can join a gang and probably count on getting in trouble and earning more time, or he can become someone's pet.  Either way his life is going to be hell.  He's not that big so even if he joins a gang he'll still be a bitch, and that breaks a man for life."

It took all Jenny's control not to burst into tears right there in the middle of the restaurant.

"Then what can I do?"

"First eat your lunch then take a little drive with me, I don't want to talk about it here...  you won't be asked to do anything illegal, but other people might get into trouble if the wrong person heard about it."

The woman, a very pretty Hispanic named Maria, kept up a light chatter as they ate.  She was a nurse and had two elementary school children;  she didn't say what her husband was in jail for, and Jenny didn't ask.  By the time lunch was over Jenny felt very at ease with her;  Maria did understand what Jenny was going through and had given her a lot of tips on how to handle problems.  Jenny wasn't at all uneasy about getting into her truck and they drove off.

"Jenny, you saw what happened to your husband.  What you don't know is that he was attacked by a gang that wants to rape him and use him as a drug runner.  They'll let him alone if he can pay them off, but that's just a ploy to see how much money they can get out of him.  They'll keep upping their demands until he can't meet it then they'll do it anyway.  I know, my husband went through the same thing.  If he tries to fight he will end up with a knife in the gut or maybe dead.  That happened to my husband too.  Like your husband, he wasn't part of the gang scene and didn't have connections inside.  You've got one hope and that's to get him special status as one of the 'good guys'."

Jenny had heard the phrase, "How do I do that?  What do I need to do?  I don't have any political connections ..."

"Those would help, but the answer is that there are some guards who will protect him and let it be known that he's one of their 'good guys', protected.  You can't believe the power those guys have when they are willing to step a little outside the system.  They can give cases that mean loss of privileges and longer sentences and they can make it stick.  They can make gangs back off all sorts of things.  These are honest men, but they can't protect everyone, because the way things are set up, they have to stick their neck out and if they get caught, they'll get reprimanded.  If you are willing you can probably get them to protect your husband, but it will cost you too."

"I don't have much money," Jenny said, "but I'll try to raise all I can, I'd rather pay a guard than a gang ..."

"That would be bribery and if would get the men fired;  besides they wouldn't do that anyway.  No, what it boils down to is this, they'll do you and your husband a favor but you'll have to do a favor for them."

Jenny was puzzled;  she had no idea what kind of favor she could do, "What?  I'll do anything I can to help."

"Will you?  Will you do anything?"

Jenny caught the word and she felt a cold chill flow through her veins like her blood had been replaced with ice water.

"What do you mean?" she asked, but she knew what Maria was saying.

Maria didn't say a word she just kept her eyes on the country road they were driving on.

Jenny bit her lip, "Do you mean what I think you mean?"

Maria didn't look at her but said, "Your husband is going to be forced to provide sex to a lot of men;  he's going to lose his manhood in the process.  It's not pretty, it's not nice, it's not the way it should be, but it's the way it is.  The way I see it, the only one who should be providing sex to men are women, and if the only way to keep my husband alive is for one of us to have sex with men, it shouldn't have to be him.  It'll cost me less than it will cost him and I want him back.  Juan was my third lover, I never wanted to have another;  when he gets out in two years I won't ever!  But I know he will be getting out in two years because he's safe, he's protected and he's getting great reviews by the guards.  He also has no idea what it's taking for that to happen.  He thinks that several of the guards have taken a special liking to him.  Actually, they've taken a special liking to me.

"This is your choice, you can make it at any time, but the longer you wait the harder it will be for him, and from what I heard he's due to be raped in the next week unless you can come up with a lot of money to a gang member on the outside.  I was told he's thinking about getting protection by joining a gang, but they'll rape him too, as an entrance requirement so there's no protection from it there either.  They just won't beat the shit out of him first.  You need to make up your mind.  You don't know my last name, and this truck has borrowed license plates.  If you do manage to track me down, I'll swear that I took you to lunch to give you a few tips and we drove around so we could do some more talking.  One other thing, if the word goes out that your husband is on some guard’s special shit list it will be very bad for him.  The point is you can't blackmail these guys, they aren't breaking the law, but if they stick their neck out they want you to be as cooperative as your husband will have to be if they don't."

Jenny burst into tears and Maria pulled the truck over and took her in her arms to comfort her.  She kept saying that it wasn't that bad, that she felt pride in protecting her husband and that the men were nice.  When Jenny got her emotions under control she realized that Maria was right;  if one of them was going to have to have unwanted sex it should be her, it was her fault that he was in there.  Maria was probably right it would be easier on her, her body was designed for a man his wasn't.  The image of Jerry bent over or having to take another man's cock in his mouth was too horrible to contemplate.  It would be noble for her and sordid for him.

"How do I know that no one will ever know?"

"Think about it, they are more interested in having this quiet than you are.  I'm not sure whose idea this was in the first place;  I think it was probably a woman's.  think about it, if you knew who to go to, wouldn't you make the offer?  The problem is that most of the women who have men in there aren't much better than their men, and aren't reliable.  A woman who works the streets wouldn't hesitate to do it, but she also wouldn't hesitate to try to blackmail the guards either.  You've been checked out, just like I was, like the other women were."

Jenny shivered, realizing that she was considering doing this.

"What would I have to do?"

"When you come to visit your husband you'll spend a nine hour shift at a place they have.  You'll entertain eight men during that time, you'll do anything that your husband would be forced to do, that means anal sex.  Have you done that?"

Jenny shook her head;  she was still hung up on the idea that she'd be with eight men in one day.  She'd never been with anyone but Jerry!  The idea of anal sex repulsed her;  why a man would want to use her that way was beyond her, but she also knew that it would be much easier for her than for him.  She remembered a conversation when Jerry marveled that she liked having his cock inside her.  She knew what it would do to him to have to let someone do that to him.  Jenny bit her lip, she felt bile in her throat.  This was horrible, but how much worse it would be for him and he'd probably have to submit to even more men.

"Is that all of them, eight men I mean?"

"No," Maria replied softly, "there are about sixteen or twenty, but you won't have more than eight, maybe less, per shift, but I've got to tell you the total numbers don't make any difference.  What difference does it make how many there are?  You'll be doing it for eight hours and I think it's easier on us to have several men, since if it was just one man you might get attached or dependant on him.  This way you know what you're doing isn't for him and it can be fun in a funny way.  I mean I would never come up here on my own, but because I do, I have no temptation to cheat either.  I don't like some of what I have to do, but ...  I can't say if I didn't do this that I wouldn't be tempted and that would be so unfair to Juan.  I won't pretend that this is a perfect solution, or that I would ever be tempted to have an affair with some of the men I take into my bed, but in the right circumstances I might with several of them.  I do enjoy some of it, which was a surprise to me;  like I said I wasn't very sexually experienced when I started this.  I can also tell you that what I do here I leave here, when Juan does make it home, he'll find me as chaste as I've ever been.  There's an unreality to what I do here;  I mean I have orgasms, I'm a very active bedmate to these guys, but I never make love, I fuck them.  I never knew what that meant, but even though it can be a lot of fun it's nothing I would ever be able to do with someone I loved.  These men have used me in ways that Juan never has but they'll never get even a little of what Juan gets from me.  Look, I know what you're feeling right now, I'm just trying to tell you that as a bad as it is, it beats the alternative your husband faces.  Are you going to help your husband?"

For several seconds Jenny wondered why she didn't think this wasn't some sort of scam, but she didn't doubt what Maria had said.  Suddenly, Jenny felt like the air was being sucked out of her lungs, and at the same time that her whole body was being compressed in some sort giant vacuum bag.  This was all her fault;  she hadn't even had a chance to make love to him.  He'd never said anything about her threat, and it was a poetic justice that she would have to use what she'd denied him to protect him.  She didn't understand how Maria could make a difference in what she'd done with these men and what she did with her husband, but that gave Jenny an excuse to smother some of her last reservations.

"When would I need to do this...  ?"

"There's no time like the present.  Today the shift starts at two and is over at eleven, that will put you home a little late, but you can spend the night here if you want.  I know that I always spend the night after, or before if I'm going to have to do an early shift.  The early shift starts at six and is over at two.  Don't looked shocked at the times, the guards work twelve-hour shifts from six to six and they like to have fun at the end of their day.  Besides, it gets us home at a decent hour too.  They have a three-bedroom trailer out in the country and we use two of those rooms for what we do;  the third one is where we can sleep, there are single beds in there.  If you need to call someone who might be worried about when you get home, you can call and say you're having some minor car trouble and will have to spend the night.  Next time you have to bring your own sheets if you use one of those single beds, but I brought extra for you just in case.  Later you can use the excuse to anyone who might ask that you met a friend from here who lets you spend the night so you don't have to drive up and down on the same day.  There's a phone there you can give people if they need get in touch with you.

"You knew that I'd agree?"

"What woman wouldn't?  I mean I thought I'd feel bad about making the offer;  I've never done it before, but I don't.  I'm not trying solicit you;  I'm just giving you an option to help your husband.  If I knew another way to do it, I'd take it myself.  There's another woman who is scheduled to have your shift, now she'll get a break.  We're always looking for someone suitable because it means fewer shifts for all of us."

"How often do you ... do you have to take a shift?"

"Basically twice a month right now.  If you join and another woman we'll talk to tomorrow joins we might be able to drop down to once a month.  You'll have to take a shift the next time you come anyway, all the guys will want to dance with you;  that's what we call a session, a dance, by the way.  I think you should spend the night;  you probably shouldn't drive home alone after your first shift.  If you do stay, I will be here with you, if you'd like.  You'll probably need someone to talk to."

Jenny felt her whole body cringe;  this was just so casual, she was in the process of doing something that she never in her wildest imagination thought about doing and she felt like things were spinning out of her control.  The idea of driving home after what was going to be done to her was beyond her.

"I don't think I could drive home alone after a ... shift."

"Okay, there are some things we'll need to get for you;  I'll buy them for you, the guys are really sweet about covering all our costs for this sort of thing.  They'll even pay for your birth control.  Are you on the pill or do you use a diaphragm?"

"I'm still on the pill, I got the type to help my complexion, but I thought I'd stop after this month."

"They have a doctor up here, one you'll get to know later, who'll write a prescription and who'll do exams and handle anything that you might need that's related to what you do here.  I'm an RN and I'm going to take a blood sample now to drop off to have it tested to make sure that you don't have anything that anyone needs to worry about.  Everyone has that done at least once a month, especially the guys, but I've been doing this for four years and no one has ever failed a test.  The women all love their guys in prison or they wouldn't be doing this.  Everyone is getting all the sex they could want so there's really no reason to go looking for something outside the setup."

She pulled over to the side of road, reached into the glove box, and pulled out a kit that had the needles to take her blood.  Jenny held out her arm;  Maria put that rubber hose thing on her and in a few seconds, Jenny felt a little prick and looked to see a little tube filling with her blood.  The next second she removed it, and put a little Band-Aid on the stick place.  Jenny had no doubt that Maria was a very good nurse.

"Okay let's drop this off and we'll go by and get some of the other stuff you need.  I have a cell phone if you need to call someone about why you won't be home tonight."

Jenny shuddered, "Can I call them later?"

She didn't want to make the decision so final.  Jenny was very aware that she'd never said she'd agreed to do this, but there didn't seem any point in resisting at this point, but none of the dread and near terror had left her, she told herself that she could always back out before she did anything, but it didn't hurt anything to see how things went.

Maria took her car and told her to meet her at the local Wal-Mart.  Jenny drove and waited for Maria to appear.  She knew she'd taken the blood sample, and wondered who would do the checking.  Once in the store they went to the drug section where she got two little hot water bottles, some douche mix, two tubes of K-Y jelly, some disposable razors and shaving cream.  Jenny was afraid to ask what any of this was for, and as Maria continued to buy odds and ends, the only question she asked was what kind of mouthwash and toothpaste Jenny used.  Later, she also asked Jenny's size and giving her a hundred dollar bill and her keys to the truck, sent her to the check out line while she then went over to a different part of the store.  When Jenny paid for the items and headed for the truck, she felt a wave of great fear.  She was standing numbly in front of the passenger door when Maria returned with a bag that had something in it but Jenny couldn't tell what it was.  It was now almost 1:20 and Jenny was getting very nervous.  This was still not real, she couldn't believe that she was about to get into truck and go to some sort of love nest where she'd 'entertain' eight men doing things she'd never done before.

Her sense of dread and nerves that was like nothing she'd ever felt in her whole life.  Her hand was shaking so hard that she couldn't get the keys into the truck door.  As she stood looking at the door of the truck Maria took the keys from her hand and opened it for her.  Jenny had decided not to go, to turn around and get in her car and drive off, but instead she felt like she was being sucked into the truck.  It was as if her energy was exhausted and her only choice was to accept the help Maria was giving her.

When she got in Maria handed her one of those sleep masks and said, "Jenny, put this on and lie down on the seat, these guys have to be very careful and until they trust you and that won't be until after your next shift when they've all been able to dance with you.  Come one we need to hurry just a little bit to have time to get ready."

Jenny put the mask on and lay down on the seat.  She bit her lip and wanted to cry, but couldn't.  It seemed like a few minutes before they were driving at highway speed.  There were a couple of turns, then she slowed down to a crawl, and Jenny felt them go over a cattle guard.  The road if it was a road was now rough.

There were a lot of twists and turns but she slowed and Jenny heard her say, "You can sit up now and take the mask off we're here."

Jenny saw that they were in front of a perfectly normal looking mobile home.  They were down in a little hollow surrounded by trees.  The only thing that looked out of place was a large carport.  It was large enough to hold four cars and there were two cars and a truck in it.  She couldn't see a public road as trees blocked the view.  As she looked back at the mobile home, she was horrified to see a fenced area full of children's play equipment and toys that looked used.  She whipped around to look at Maria;  the idea of doing this while your children played in the front yard was so inappropriate that she was outraged.

Maria, saw the look and said, "The kids who come are all very young.  They have no idea what is going on and we make certain that they never see anything they shouldn't, but some of us can't always find someone to take care of our kids when we have a shift, or want our kids to see their dad.  If someone has to bring her kids, there's always someone here to take care of them.  They don't see their mom dancing or anything like that;  they don't even know their mom is here.  They think it’s a day care place.  I've had to bring mine when they were younger and they had a blast.  The only downside is that it can be weird to hear your kids playing while you're dancing, but I've found that it helps remind me why I doing this.  Come on in, I'll introduce you to Liz, she's the one who's shift you'll be taking."

Again, Jenny allowed herself to be led but her mind was screaming, "I've never agreed to do this!" but another part was saying, "You owe Jerry this!  If these women can do it so can you, besides it won't hurt anything to just see what the set up looks like."

She had to admit she was curious to see what a setup like this looked like.  Someplace in the back of her mind, she expected to see red velvet curtains or perhaps Playboy pictures plastered all over the place.  What she saw was perfectly normal looking place.  The furniture was probably what came with the mobile home;  it was coordinated and didn't look too cheap.  She could see into the kitchen and it was clean and appeared to be fully furnished.  It looked like nothing other than an upper end mobile home that many of Jenny's students lived in and that she'd visited several times.  She knew that she'd hoped that the setup would be so offensive that she'd find the will to flee.  Instead, there was nothing to indicate that it was what it was.  There was a woman Jenny guessed to be in her late twenties or early thirties sitting on the couch.  She was dressed in the same type of clothes that Jenny was wearing.  The kind of clothes you'd wear to a job interview where you wanted to look good.  It shouldn't have surprised Jenny;  it was what the prison guidelines said you should wear.  She'd been warned not to wear anything that anyone might consider provocative since she would not be allow in if she did.  She'd worn a nice pants suit as had Maria.  Liz was wearing a very stylish dress one that would have looked appropriate in any boardroom.  Jenny couldn't imagine either of the women doing what Maria said they did.

Liz said, "I'm glad to meet you Jenny, we're always glad to have someone new.  I was hoping you'd join today.  No one minds doing our shift but I don't think there are any of us who look forward to one.  If I hurry, I can make my daughter’s volleyball game.  I didn't want to miss it, but I couldn't find anyone who could trade with me.  I'm so glad you decided to join us.  Let me fix you a pre-shift drink, what will you have?  They have every kind of booze here you can think of."

Jenny desperately wanted to say that she hadn't agreed to stay or decided to do this, but she couldn't seem to make the word get out, instead, she said, "Could you fix me a Rum and Coke with a lime?"

She didn't drink much and this was one that Jerry had fixed for her several times that wasn't bad.  It might calm her nerves.  She watched Liz go into the kitchen and in just a minute returned with her drink.

She drank about most of it in one long sip and then it hit her, "How did you know that I would be here, that Jerry would get beaten up?  How do I know this isn't some sort of scam?"

Maria replied, "I wondered if you'd think of any of that.  I told you that these guys are in a position to help you, they are what are called rank.  There are two of them here right now;  you'll be able to meet them when … if you go in there, and they will give you the assurance you'll need.  Your husband has been on the edge trouble almost from the day he hit the system.  He's been able to buy his way out of trouble but it was clear that he was getting to the end of his rope.  They ran a check on you and did a full check on your resources.  Remember these men have access to all the stuff that police have.  You were checked very carefully because they don't want to take any chances.  Normally they'd wait a couple of months, but your husband is balanced in a razor's edge.  They don't want him to either get involved in gangs, or to become a bitch.  These are good guys and they do hate to see an inmate get messed up.  You know that's true or you would have asked earlier.  I've been told that your husband only has a few days left before they move on him, if you don't agree I'll take you back to your car and you can see the changes in him the next time you come.  You have a choice Jenny, you can leave or you can let Liz go to her kid's game and come back to the bathroom with me and get read for your shift."

Jenny felt her stomach twist into a very tight knot;  she didn't have any doubt that the women were telling her the truth.  Both women were looking at her intently, but it was neutral expression they weren't putting pressure on her, they just wanted to know what she was going to do.  She started to ask Maria what she would do when she realized how redundant that question would be, Maria was here to 'work a shift'.  It was possible that this was some sort of scam, but if it was, she was a victim not a perpetrator.

"Has it protected your husbands?"

They both nodded and Liz said, "I know that every woman who comes here feels guilty about some of the things we did that resulted in our men being in prison, but I feel good about what I do here to help him, even if he'll never know.  Just the fact that I want to leave right now is a pretty good indicator that I'd rather not do it, but I also have to say that I'd do a lot more than this to keep Jim safe and it has kept him safe.  He'd been here about three months when I joined, he was being beaten and there had been two attempts to rape him.  I didn't know all of that at the time, he thinks that he was just lucky that he was transferred to library job and made friends with a guard.  He thinks he's getting special help because of that friendship, but he's being protected by a lot more than that one man, and I'm the reason.  At first I was afraid that it might be hard when he talked about people helping him, that it might be hard not to let him know what I know, or that I know the men he talks about better than he does.  It was also hard to learn that there are things I can't help him with.  When he breaks a rule I can't shield him, and he's gotten in trouble a couple of times.  It's hard not to warn him when I know he's messing up, but that hasn't happened too often.  He's a good man who messed up.  That place is a hell hole, and I can't change that, but I can keep the monsters off him and if that means doing what I do, I can tell you I'm proud to do it!"

Maria looked deeply into Jenny's eyes, "I know this is hard, I know how you're feeling, I remember my contact and my first shift.  I don't know anything about your sex life, but I can tell you it's going to be expanded beyond anything you've ever imagined.  You've made up your mind even if you wish there was some other way.  Why don't you tell Liz she can leave and see her kid play?"

Jenny was terrified, she could feel the edges of panic seeping in.  Both women looked sympathetic but Liz also looked hopeful, not eager, just the way a woman would look who wanted to see her kids play and wanted some time off.  Jenny took a long pull of her drink, she couldn't form words, she nodded yes.  Liz looked very grateful, grabbed her purse, and went out the door.

Maria handed her a little pill.

"This is a very mild tranquilizer the doctor gave me.  We have your medical history, it won't knock you out, that would defeat the purpose, but it will take a bit of the edge off later.  Take it."

Jenny didn't even think about it as she swallowed with the last of her drink.

Maria then said, "Jenny let me tell you how this is going to work, because it's going to be a little different from what you might have thought.  Normally we don't spend all our time in the bedroom.  These are good guys and we're not prostitutes.  Normally we spend some time out here visiting and just catching up on what's happened since the last time we saw each other.  We don't always end up in the sack, although it is always sexual too.  This is an anything goes place, it's a place where we role-play and we will do anything the man wants us to do as long as it doesn't leave a mark on us.  Is that clear?  If he wants you anally, you get it ready with K-Y and bend over.  Almost all of them will want you that way from time to time;  if it bothers you just remember that it's a hell of lot easier on you than it is on you husband.

“Second what happens here stays here we don't know these men if we see them on the street or at the prison.  If you get in trouble or need help don't call them is that clear?"

Jenny, fighting panic, nodded.

"Today there won't be much beyond sex and some talk, but because you're new the men will be in the room when you get there.  When you walk in, they are going to ask you if you are there because you want to be.  Of course, you'll say you are, because it's the truth.  Later when you're not so nervous, we'll make a video tape that isn't the full truth for their protection.  They have enough protection and rank that they wouldn't be fired if this little setup came to light but it would hurt their chanced for promotion.  The men each have us for forty-five minutes, although they don't have to use the whole time and most don't.  You'll be dancing in that room over there.  Each of the dance floors has a backdoor to the outside that the men will used to come and go.  When you hear that big clock chime the hour you will go into the room, and you will be ready!  Then some guys will want you to come right back out here, and talk and get to know you, and some might have it at attention and want you to come right over and take it in you.  You will let them be in charge, and you will do what they want.  Now, that clock chimes every fifteen minutes and the man will be out of the door at the third chime, you will have fifteen minutes to get ready for your next dance.  You will get clean and fresh so that if a man wants to go down on you he doesn't get an indication that you might have been dancing with someone else.  You will use douche like you've never douched before.  You are also going to shave your pubic hair off.  Guys like us better that way.  Don't worry you'll have plenty of time to grow it back before your husband comes home, you'll have several months warning even if he gets early parole.  That's about it, let's go to the bathroom and I'll help you shave;  I could tell from your expression you've never done it before."

Jenny had never had a panic attack, but she didn't see how it could be any worse than what she was feeling right now, as she let herself be led to the bathroom.  It was much larger than she would have thought.  It had also been modified, there were two sinks and a long counter where two women could apply their make-up side by side, but there wasn't anywhere to sit.  There was a large shower and Jenny could see that it was setup with two showerheads on hoses so that two people could take separate showers at the same time.  There was also a linen closet that Maria opened to show that it had a place to hang clothes as well as a huge stack of towels and washrags.

"We don't have to do the wash;  they have someone who does that for us.  We do need to change the sheets after each time, but you just drop the old one in the laundry room.  The fresh sheets are in the closet in there.  Take your clothes off and hang them here and I show you how to shave your pubes.  I'm an OB nurse and I do this every time a woman comes in to deliver.  It's not hard and once I've shown you how you'll want to do it at home before you come up.  Go ahead get undressed we're running a little late."

A big part of Jenny was still convinced that she wasn't going to do this, even as she began to unbutton her blouse.  She was a little surprised that she didn't feel more self-conscious about getting undressed in front of Maria.  Jenny surmised that it was because Maria was a nurse and there was a certain clinical aspect to her persona as she was getting the shaving equipment she'd bought at Wal-Mart laid out.  When Jenny finished unbuttoning her blouse, she put it on a hanger and unbuckled her belt.  Jenny began trembling as she took her shoes off, then unzipped and stepped out of her pants.  There was a surrealistic element to everything as Jenny hung her pants on the other hanger.  As she reached behind her to unhook her bra, her fingers palsied.  She used every ounce of her willpower to get her bra off;  she couldn't muster any more to remove her panties.

"Take your panties off and wash your pubic hair with soap;  I'll be using shaving cream, but the wetter it is the better.  We don't want to nick anything and have you bleed all over your first dance partner."

Jenny didn't know if it was the tone or the image of making a mess, something she hated to do, that galvanized her to take off the panties, soap up a washrag and begin to wash the area she'd been instructed to wash.

She'd just rinsed off the first soap when Maria said, "Okay hop up here on the counter and I'll show you how it's done."

Jenny did, and Maria, explaining what she was doing, proceeded to shave Jenny from her anus to her waist.  She didn't leave a single hair or stub.  As Jenny watched as her genitals took on a prepubescent look.  Maria had handled her skin, moving it to allow her to apply the shave cream and to shave it, but as she inspected to see if she'd missed anything Jenny was suddenly struck by just what she was doing.  She wanted to cover her parts and her breasts with her hands like those cartoon images of women suddenly undressed.  The only reason she didn't was that she was too embarrassed by what she'd already done to show how it was affecting her.  As Maria inspected her down there, Jenny's grip on the counter turned her knuckles very white.

"Okay, have you ever douched before?"

Jenny shook her head.

"Well I'm not going to have time to show you now, but I will before your next dance.  Now, this is our best friend," she said holding up a tube of K-Y, "These guys aren't making love to us, we aren't wives or girl friends, we're here to make them happy not the other way around.  No one expects you to be turned on unless they work you up to it and I doubt anyone will try today.  So use the K-Y to replace what nature would normally provide.  Always put this in just before you go on the floor ... that's as in dance floor, that's what we call those rooms, or the beds in there.  It's a minor thing but it helps.  We have to lose any inhibition we've ever had when we go in there, and that's what you do on the dance floor.  Anyway, no one's going to be upset if they feel K-Y in you when they play finger games.  The only thing you have to be careful about is that nothing that goes into your anus also goes into your vagina.  The guys won't do that to you, you just need to worry about what you do.  You can get a very painful set of infections if you mix and match;  well actually it doesn't hurt to have something go from your vagina to your anus.  Just make sure nothing goes the other way, that's why you have two douche bags and two tubes of K-Y.  Always make sure that you have both places ready when you go in there, but for heaven's sake wipe your butt so if they bring you back out to the living room you can sit on the furniture without making a spot.  Go on lube up.  I'll mark the other one as the one you are to use anally by scratching off the 'Y" you can think of the 'K only' as for your Keister, that's German for butt."

Jenny had always been a tiny bit submissive and even though she blushed harder than ever before in her life, she accepted the tube of K-Y.  It had a little tip on it that would let it be inserted into her.  She was breathing very hard as she guided the tip to her entrance.  It was cold on her now naked skin but she had no difficulty getting it inside.

"You've never used this before have you?"

Jenny’s head gave a tiny shake, and knew her face achieved a new level of red.

"Just use a very little bit inside, you'll form some natural lubrication there and you don't want to be too slick or they won't feel you at all.  Just take what you wipe off the tip and wipe it around the entrance, that's really all you need.  Now the anus needs more, about what you'd put on a toothbrush, but you need to make sure the sphincter is well lubed.  Hang on and I'll show you."

While she had been talking, Maria had been getting undress as well.  When she finished hanging her clothes, she went to a little bag and pulled out two tubes that were about half used.  She squirted a very small amount on her finger and then proceeded to put it between her legs.  She then put a larger amount on a finger of her other hand and Jenny watched as she put in inside her bottom.

"At least she didn't turn around, bend over to show me." Jenny thought.

"You said you'd never done anal, neither had I, but like I said most of these guys will expect that.  It doesn't have to be too painful.  The hardest thing is that when they start to push in, you have to push like you're going to the bathroom.  I know it sounds funny, but it's the way you do it.  Once they're in, you can relax;  it'll be tight but it won't hurt much.  Do you understand?  Good!  Now I bought this for you today, think of it as your dancing clothes."

She held out a short nightgown.  It was sheer but not as daring as Jenny would have thought.  She was grateful to have something to put on, watching Maria prepare herself for sex had been unpleasant to say the least.  As she slipped it on over her head, it seemed that what she was about to do receded a little.  She watched as Maria slipped on a similar outfit.  She had been careful not to look at Maria's pubic area, but now she caught a glimpse of it.  She was shaved as well, and it looked strange;  Jenny had never seen a woman who shaved before.  Maria had a lot of hair, and even in the quick glance, it was evident that her pubic hair covered a large area and was probably very thick.

"Jenny, we have bathrobes in each room, big heavy things, which you will wear if you are outside the room.  If there are any kids here, you won't leave the room if they are in the living room.  If they have to be inside they'll be back in the other bedroom most of the time, and they will always be there during the fifteen minutes you have to clean up.  The men will not be seen by the kids at all, that's why they have the back doors.  You're lucky you don't have kids in a way, but it also helps remind me why I'm doing this."

Chapter 1- The First

"Okay, I know you're nervous, I'm nervous too.  Take your K-Y tubes in with you;  there's a little table in there that you can put them on.  We've got about six minutes before we have to go in, but I suggest you go now, the major won't keep you the full time and you might want to talk when you've finished your dance.  I'll be out early too and I'll show you how to douche.  So, take a deep breath and let's go dance."

Jenny was so nervous and so scared that she didn't think she could move, but Maria's hand on her back directed her out of the bathroom and escorted her to the door of the room she was told was going to be her 'dance floor' Maria opened the door into the room, pushed Jenny in, and closed it behind her as soon as she'd stepped past it.  It wasn't a large bedroom, but there wasn't much furniture either, just a TV/VCR with a stand, the bed and nightstand with a light on it.  The overhead light was on and it was very bright.  There weren't any windows;  instead, there was a door where a window had been.  All of that Jenny took in by peripheral vision, all she saw was a man sitting up in the middle of the bed.  He had the covers over his waist, but he wasn't wearing a shirt and he looked very naked.  He lifted up the covers with one hand and patted the space beside him with the other.

Jenny didn't know where the strength or the ability to walk to that bed came from, but without being aware of moving she was there.  As she began to get in, she was aware that she was clutching her K-Y tubes so hard it was a wonder that they hadn't burst.  She put them on the nightstand and got in bed with the stranger.  She tried to sit up next to him without touching him, but she felt his arm behind her drawing her to him.  She didn't intend to resist, but she was so tense that her muscles locked.  He responded by scooting down and making her do the same until she was flat on her back.

He leaned over her, and whispered in her ear in a gravely voice, "Spread your legs for me."

Jenny felt tears form just behind her eyes and turned her head away from him.  He leaned further over her;  Jenny could feel his erect penis on her right leg.

 "Spread those legs so I can fuck you."

The gravely voice was totally unemotional, and Jenny felt her first tear fall.  He pushed his body against her, silently demanding she do what he'd asked.  Jenny opened her legs in response;  she was unwilling, almost unconscious, but it was a demand she knew she had to obey … it was why she was here.

The man moved over her, on top of her, but holding his body above her, touching her but not using his weight.  He used his knees to force her legs further apart.  As the man held most of his weight over her Jenny was very aware that in scooting down, her nightgown had bunched above her waist.  She felt the naked skin of his crotch on hers and she was paralyzed.  She couldn't move, couldn't breath.  He was rubbing her with his body on top of her now, and using his thighs to spread hers.  Jenny's tension was beyond anything she'd ever felt in her whole life, but she just couldn't seem to respond to what was being done to her.  She wanted to close her legs or push him off her but instead she lay there with a sense of dread that couldn't have been greater.  Her legs were now wide apart and worse there was a man between them.  Jenny knew she could be entered like this, but her legs were flat on the bed, her knees weren't raised and deep down she hoped he wouldn't be able to get it in her like this.  She felt his dick search for her opening, sliding in her gash, slick with KY and that slickness felt so unnatural.  His face, with a hint of stubble, pressed against hers in a violation almost as great as that of her crotch.  It was too intimate, the rubbing of cheeks was too personal, and she desperately wanted to pull away.

"Put it in for me."

Jenny felt weight of the words, far heavier than the man's body.  She couldn't, she just couldn't.  She gave a small vigorous shake of her head to say no, and to make him move his face away from hers.

"Lift your knees and put it in.  It's why you're here, now do it," he said, not angry or even forcefully almost gently.

Jenny couldn't, she just couldn't do it.  She was right of the verge of saying so, when he levered up and grabbed her legs at her shins.  He pushed them back towards her body, and opened them more at the same time.  Jenny was paralyzed, his organ was now near her opening, and unless she did something, it was going to enter her.  He brought his own hand under her now raised knee and with a little seeking, found her place with his finger.  Then he used his hand to guide his organ to that place.  Jenny stiffened, she mentally screamed at her body to move to leave, but instead she was motionless.  Her traitorous muscles refused to her command and she felt the head enter her body.  She wanted to retch, but although her stomach contracted, nothing came out.  The man was working it into her now, pushing more of his unwelcome self inside her.  There was a sharp little pain as some of her skin was pinched and her body shifted to make his entry easier.  More of the thing moved inside her, and her body shifted again to adjust to his penetration of her special place.  Then his bone bore down on hers in the way that announced he was fully inside her.  She felt her most intimate part encompass him, and she felt the shape of him inside her.  She also felt the tears running down both her cheeks.

Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought any man besides Jerry would ever do what this man was doing to her.  She didn't want it to happen, even now, but she'd done nothing to stop it.  She'd never felt this way before, in all the times she'd made love to Jerry.  She didn't want that thing in her and yet it was now inside her.  Aware that she was breathing very hard, very fast, with her face turned she was staring at the KY jelly tubs that she'd used to make this horrible thing possible.  She now felt the weight of the man on top of her.  She realized that she didn't know what he looked like, and she didn't want to!

She was about as cold sexually as it was possible to be as he began to move in and out of her.  The only movement she'd made was to adjust so that the penetration didn't hurt, but there wasn't much discomfort now that he was fully using her.  She immediately tried to shift her focus, her thinking away from her crotch.  She didn't want to feel what was being done to her.  None of the tenseness had left, if anything her dread had increased.  As hard as she tried, she couldn't remove herself from her body.  She felt the organ inside her, the weight of the man on top of her.  She could hear his labored breathing, and smell him.  The only sense that wasn't full of the man was taste.  She brought her thumb to her mouth and chewed on her fingernail, a habit she'd broken in the 7th grade.

She heard a new sound, the squishy liquid sound of her crotch as he moved in and out of her.  She felt the forced intimacy as his hips pressed against her inner thighs.  The man began to move very fast now and Jenny was horrified to think that he was going to put his seed in her.  It had always seemed messy when Jerry did it, but she'd also always rationalized that it was proof that she'd pleased him.  Now, she didn't want to please this man and he was going to mess in her anyway.  She felt him tense, and he slipped an arm under her and hugged her to him.  He moaned in her ear and pushed deep into her and she knew that he'd done it.  All she wanted now was for him to pull it out of her and to go away!

Instead, he pushed deeper into her and wiggled getting a new tactile pleasure from her twat, and making her breasts shake against his chest.  Then he released her and supporting himself on his elbows, he pulled her face around so she had to look up at him.  He was a very old man!  He was at least fifty;  he had gray hair and everything.  Jenny began to squirm to try to turn away from him.

"Jenny, you've done it, whether you ever thought you'd ever do something like this or not, you have done it.  You've walked into a room with a man you've never seen before and you spread your legs and fucked him.  You can't run away and you can't change it.  The only question now is whether it's going to do any good."

Jenny felt a wave of panic seize her, not do any good?

The man continued, "If you think this is what we want from you then you need to think again.  I could get better from a whore for less than twenty bucks.  I don't expect you to love me, I have a wife who does that, but I expect you to show your gratitude and that isn't what you just did.  I know this was your first time, and it's okay, this once, but if you can't do a whole lot better than this I don't think this is going to work out for either of us."

Jenny was hyper aware of the man's penis inside her and so anxious to get it out of her that it took several seconds for the impact of what he was saying to sink in, this could have been for nothing!

"No, please you have to protect him, please."

"Jenny, we're going to protect him as long as you do your part, but this isn't your part.  I don't want a place to jack off;  I want a woman who is as much a part of this as I am.  Now, this wasn't the way I want to do it, but I did it because it was all you could do to keep from bolting out of here and you didn't want to do that either.  We have a deal you and me, I'm going to protect your husband's ass and you are going to show me and others how grateful you are by giving us yours.  Are you grateful?"

Jenny had always been very truthful and had frequently opened her mouth before engaging her brain, "I don't think I should have to do this to protect my husband!  That's your job!"

"No, Jenny, my job is to keep dangerous criminals from escaping!  Your husband is one of them and his asshole's safety is his own worry.  Even if protecting his anal virginity was my job, letting it be known that I would personally make it hard on anyone who hurts him is certainly way beyond that, don't you agree?"

Jenny was confused, and very aware that this man was still inside her, but she did understand that Jerry needed extra protection, he was basically a nice guy and if he was well built and strong she had no illusions that he could protect himself against the animals she'd seen when she been in the visitation room.  Her emotions where fluctuating wildly.  The only thing she knew with certainty was that she wanted his thing out of her and she began to squirm in an attempt to make it come out.

"Stop it!  Jenny, I want you to feel my cock inside you.  You don't like what you are, but you are what you are!  You are a woman who will fuck other men so that her husband doesn't get raped.  That doesn't make you a whore, or a bad person.  I happen to think it's admirable to do this but if you are going to be successful in protecting your husband you've got to accept what you are doing.  I'm the oldest and most experienced man here.  If I don't like how you're acting, how do you think some of the others would react when you act like you think we belong where your husband is?  I can tell you right now that none of us wants you like this;  we'll just let things go.  You've earned a few days protection and that's all you'll get."

Jenny felt a new kind of desperation well up in her, she couldn't let what she had done be wasted, "No!  Please!  I'll …  I'll …"

She broke down and cried, she was aware that she wanted to be held and comforted.  Slowly it dawned on her that this man was doing that for her.  She even forgot for a little bit that his cock was still inside her, until he rolled off her onto his back and pulled her onto her side and her face into his chest.  Jenny continued to cry for several minutes before she was aware that she'd relaxed in his arms.

She felt floaty, a little detached, 'Probably the pill,' she thought.

Giving the man a small kiss on his chest she said, "Thank you for that.  This is so hard for me;  I've never been with another man before and I never thought I would."

"Are you better, are you prepared to do what you need to do?"

Jenny tried to take a mental inventory, she felt awful, she had no desire at all, but she was grateful that he was being so gentle with her.

"I'm going to do my best, I owe Jerry …"

"Shush now, I don't want to hear about your husband or any of that;  we both know why you're here and why I'm here.  The question is can you do this?  Are you enough of a woman to do what you have to do?  To keep your word?"

Jenny had prided herself on always on keeping her word and being fair.  It was a weird sensation to understand that it meant …  doing this.  She took a deep breath, she had already done it, all the names anyone might have wanted to call her applied now and even if she walked out now she could never pretend that she'd been a faithful wife …  He seemed to read her mind.

"I don't think you're being unfaithful by the way, just the opposite and your husband will never know.  The question is are you going to have a good attitude or are you going to make it so unpleasant on yourself that no one wants to help you?"

Jenny was hyper aware that she was pressed up against this naked man, a man who had just used her sexually and she appreciated the kindness he was showing her, it wasn't what she'd expected and while it was going to be worse to be an active partner than what she'd done, she had done it and she'd never been one to cry over spilt milk.  Besides, she knew that she owed this to Jerry and, as awful as it had been, she'd do more to keep him safe.  As much as she wanted to make this an exploitation of her, she had to admit that it wasn't his job to protect Jerry and if you looked at it that way, it was hard to say who was exploiting whom.  She still didn't want to do what she was doing, but she was certainly feeling a little better about it.

As she felt a wetness between her legs as his stuff leaked from her down there, she blushed but thought, 'He's right, I've done it and that's the proof.  Maria was right too, what woman wouldn't do this to protect her husband?’"

She relaxed a bit more;  this man had a fatherly feel to him, he looked older than her father and that made her feel less used because he hadn't been passionate when he was doing her …

"Jenny, I want you to tell me what you've agreed to do, not been forced or tricked, but agreed to do."

Jenny swallowed hard, that was the point, she had agreed to this and she'd done it, "I agreed to have sex with you."

"What does that mean?  Was that what you did just now?"

"No." She said very softly.

"Besides it was more than just to have sex wasn't it?  It was to be an anything goes girl, to role play, to do fantasy stuff, basically to do anything I or my friends wanted wasn't it?"

Jenny felt like she had when she'd been a little girl and her father had chewed her out for not doing a job he'd given her right, but had tried to cut corners.

"Yes it was," she said even more softly.

"So what do you think you should do to make it better for me?"

Jenny had never made love more than once in a day even on her honeymoon, and the idea that this man might not be finished with her just didn't cross her mind, "I'll do a lot better next time you come.  I'll try to do whatever you want.'

"What about this time, are you ready to show me how well you can give head?"

Jenny was shocked, she pulled back to look at his face, "You mean now!  After …  I felt your …  you finished right?"

She was mortified, but perhaps because she didn't expect to have to do anything else she was still relaxed.

"Sure for right now, but I think I might like to get a 'feel' from you, do you mind if I play with your tits?"

Again, Jenny was caught totally off guard.  She was aware that her breasts were pressed into his chest, but it wasn't sexual at all.  He waited and after a second, Jenny realized that he wanted her to shift positions so he could feel her up.  Somehow moving so that he could fondle her breasts, seemed more intimate than having let him put his cock in her, and she averted her face as she adjusted.  When she felt his hand on the outside of her gown moving her breast, she swallowed hard.

"Look at me Jenny;  you're a part of this!" he said as his hand closed in on her breast.

Jenny looked back at him and she knew that she was giving him the kind of permission that she hadn't when she'd let him put his thing … his cock inside her.  It was uncomfortable, but she watched his face as he began to manipulate her boob.  He first cupped it to feel its size then began to feel it, in an almost non-sexual way just to see how it felt;  then, gradually it became sexual.  After a few minutes, Jenny had no doubt that he was using her body, getting pleasure from her breast … using her.  Even so, when she felt his hand move down her stomach toward her twat, she started to grab it.  She caught herself and she saw him arch an eyebrow in question.  Jenny felt her body shiver at what she was doing but she adjusted her position, and lifted a leg so that he would be able to touch her down there.  She wanted to run away because she was embarrassed, but perhaps because they'd already had sex or because he seemed so old she was able to hold her legs open for him while continuing to look him in the eye.

She'd expected him to immediately insert his finger;  that's what Jerry always did, but instead be began to gently trace his fingers over her skin.  His touch was light and for a second Jenny though he was seeing how well she'd been shaved, but as it continued Jenny realized that she was being explored.  She had never wondered if her parts were different from any other woman, but now she did.  This man had obviously had other women in his bed,  Jenny did the math, if there were two women per shift, and she only had to come twice a month, that would imply that there were at least eight women involved here and he'd said he was married.  This house had the feel of something that had been going on for many years and there had probably been a lot of women.  Jenny was shocked to find that she was concerned that she might not be right, down there, different somehow, but she couldn't bring herself to ask.

Jenny tried to read his face to see what he was thinking as he touched her, she was afraid that she might be being graded … and found inferior.  At the same time, she was trying to figure out how she felt about being touched so intimately yet so impersonally.  She looked off to the side unable to watch the man who was using her any longer.

"Jenny, look back at me.  I know this is hard on you, but you need to get it through your head;  you're a sex toy, or in my case a marital aid.  You can't let yourself get embarrassed by what we do to you or what you do to us.  This is going to be minor compared to some of the things that some of the guys will do to you.  I know that someone will be bringing toys for you to masturbate with this afternoon.  We'll all see every inch of your body;  including as much of your insides as it's possible to see without cutting you open.  I know some guys are into bondage but I don't think anyone today wants you to spank them or whip them.  That's some of what you do for us, things we can't do at home.  What's more, we don't want your opinion of what it is we do with you.  I've never fucked my wife's ass.  It would never have occurred to me to ask her to do that when she was still sexual;  I would have been too afraid that she might think less of me.  But I'm going to fuck yours, in a little bit.  I've never had her suck my dick;  I wouldn't ask her to do that, and since she's a lady she'd refuse if I did ask.  You on the other hand will not only suck a lot of cock today, you'll swallow if a guy wants to cum in your mouth.  You have sucked cock haven't you?"

Jenny knew her eyes had gotten wide as he spoke and she could feel her blush, "No, Jerry asked me once, but I wouldn't do that, it didn't seem dignified, not something you'd ask your fiancée to do."

"Like maybe only a girlfriend or a whore?"

Jenny felt her face burn she knew how red she could get when she was this embarrassed, and then she gasped as she felt his finger work its way inside her, and blushed harder still at what he was doing to her.

"Not a girlfriend either," she said before she thought about it, wanting not to feel his finger, but very aware of his touch, of his using her body in a way that only Jerry should be allowed to do.

It was only after she'd said it that she realized that she'd just admitted that she hadn't been a virgin when she'd married and Jerry had stopped asking her to do that long before they'd married.

"Well you're not a whore, you're a party girl, and party girls suck cock don't they?"

"I guess."

"Look Jenny, I know that given your choice you'd be a lady, you wouldn't be here, in this house letting me finger fuck you but it's only here, in this house, that you have to be different and it's only temporary, when your husband gets out you can be a lady all the time.  For that matter you can be now;  you just can't be one here.  That's not so bad is it, being a party girl in secret to protect your husband?  Didn't you ever in your heart of hearts want to know what it was like for the wild girls?"

Jenny had thought about it, she'd fantasized about it when she masturbated, she'd even had a dream about it recently, which had shamed her when she woke up.  The way he'd put it didn't sound like all that much.  What Maria had said about what happened here, staying here made more sense now.  Lying here letting him play with her twat was so out of character for her as to be almost as if she was another person.  Why not?  It wasn't like she had a choice anyway;  she was going to have to do all this stuff.  Wwhat if she let it all go up here?  It'd probably make it easier for her.  She took a deep breath and tried to relax as the finger moved in and out of her.

"I don't know how a party girl acts."

"A little like you're acting now, anything goes;  the only difference is that it's also okay with her.  You're letting me finger you, but you're not okay with it yet.  Why not?  You know you're going to do all sorts of things today, why not just let it all go?  I once read that a woman should lose her inhibitions when she takes off her clothes.  You don't have anything to feel guilty about, not really, and if you play out your own fantasies here, this place can be no more real than a dream.  You can go home and be the person you've always been, but here just pretend you're the person you might have been had you ever gone wild."

"I don't know how to do that," Jenny said after a short silence.

"It's easy, you do it and you don't think about it.  Start right now, fuck my finger and practice talking dirty about what you're doing.  Normally I don't like to hear my partner talking dirty but some guys do and you need to let go."

Jenny thought about it, and felt the finger moving in and out of her like a small penis.  She took another deep breath and decided to try, it sounded better than anything else she might do.  She understood that if this was going to do Jerry good she had to do better than she'd done to this point.

She began to move her hips on the finger that was inside her and said, "Do it to me with your finger."

"Jenny I've already fucked you and I've got my finger inside you, I've felt your tits and you're going to suck my cock in a little bit before I fuck your asshole.  Now tell me what you're doing and what you're going to do and be dirty about it, use the words you never use."

Jenny blushed at the thought of what he was going to do to her but she was trying and hadn't stopped moving on his finger.

"Fuck my cunt.  Push that finger up my pussy.  Get me good and wet for a hard dick!"

Jenny blushed again, but this time it was because while the words continued to sound artificial she could understand how the action might not be.

With more sincerity, she said, "Fuck me deep inside my pussy, suck my tits, make my nipples hard."

"Lift up your gown," he said as he leaned over her.

Jenny lifted up her gown, showing her breasts to only the second man in her life.  When he took her right one in his mouth it felt very good.  He also did something with his finger, deep inside her pressing up against her bone from the inside, and it felt incredible.  It was a place she'd never been touched and when she realized what was happening she thought she ought to feel guilty.

To cover that guilt she said, "That's it fuck me there,"  and it had been spontaneous.

He took his mouth from her breast and for the first time he kissed her.  He kissed her like she'd never been kissed before.  Jerry had kissed her with passion, but this was an impersonal, sexual kiss that demanded a response from her and she gave it.  He pulled her down on top of him and when he broke the kiss, he pushed her head down toward his waist.  All that part of both of them was under the sheets, but he pulled those back and Jenny saw the second penis of her life.  It looked a lot like Jerry's.

'And it's been where Jerry's has been, but now it's about to go where no penis has ever gone before!' she thought and almost grinned.

She had to move and his finger came out of her, which she missed but as she leaned down over his cock, she closed her eyes and took it in her mouth.  She'd been apprehensive about doing it, but it had been easier than she'd imagined it would be.  It didn't have much taste to it, which surprised her.  When she remembered that it had just been inside her it surprised her more.  She knew she had a scent when she made love to Jerry, and that meant that she hadn't been 'excited' at all when he done it to her.  There was the slightest hint of what she knew was sperm, but it just tasted male.  She didn't know what to make of that as she began to suck on it going from soft sucking to as hard as she could to soft.

"Sucking cock isn't just about sucking it's more about licking and using your tongue.  Bob your head some but the more you use your tongue the better."

Jenny did and following his instruction as she played with the thing.  She also licked his balls and she understood why men might like it better if a woman was shaved.  She had just had that thought when he directed her to straddle his head and she knew she was about to do something else she'd never done.  His tongue seemed to ignite a fire in her and after a few minutes, she realized that she was hoping to get the thing in her mouth hard!  Somehow, it was liberating to know that she was being turned on by a man older than her father.

It wasn't until she let him use his hands to spread wider, thus giving him easier access to her that she realized what he was being allowed to see.  That was something else she'd never allowed Jerry to do, to look at her down there.  It was at last confirmation that she was able to put 'Jenny' aside in this place and be someone else.  She would never be like this with Jerry, but this is what these men wanted and judging from how she was acting, she was going to be able to do it.  The thing in her mouth was getting hard now, hard enough to go back into her and she was wondering if he was going to cum in her mouth or use her twat.

"I think I'm ready to try your ass now."

He pushed a finger into her anus and moved it around.  Jenny was so startled she didn't react for a few seconds but then just remained motionless while he rotated his finger back there.  The reaction was so unlike her that again, she wondered just how strong that pill had been, but if it was helping her to get through this, she was glad she had taken it.

"What do you want me to do?"

She was feeling nervous, but it wasn't as bad as when she'd first walked into the room.

"You know it's going to hurt, there's not much I can do about that.  I might be the only one to use you this way today, but you can count on everyone doing you here before too long.  I would strongly recommend wearing a butt plug as much as you can between now and then.  I know we have some here and you can take one home with you.  For now, what I want you to do is let me up.  I think you'll need to put a little more lubrication back here," he moved his finger around in her anus so that there could be no mistake about where he was talking about, "When you've got this all lubricated, I want you to use your 'K' tube to get me greased up so that this is as easy on you as it can be."

She crawled off him and she blushed as she got the tube and put some stuff on her finger and rubbed some on her anus.  She then pushed the nipple into her rectum and gave it a little squeeze.  A part of her was marveling that she was doing this in front of a man, but immediately rationalized that he'd already had her and had seen everything that she had down there better than any man ever had.  Her doctor might have seen more of her, but her doctor was a woman.  What's more, he was the one she was doing this for.  A portion of her brain just couldn't accept that she was being so casual about this, as she reached for his penis.  She put a little on her fingers and began to run it up and down the organ.

'He's getting ready to put this in my bottom, and it's going to hurt;  I should be more bothered by it,' she thought;  aloud she said, "What do I do now?"

"I want you to kneel down on the edge of the bed, spread your legs as wide as you can, then spread you ass cheeks so I can get a good look at your asshole."

He had to help her get in the position that he wanted, with her knees on the very edge of the bed and her legs hanging off.  Jenny had never imagined that she would ever be as open as she was even before she reached back to spread her bottom.  He had her spread wider and arch her bottom up, and as obscene as the position was, Jenny couldn't believe how untroubled she was.  In her mind's eye she saw her anus thrust up, begging to be used and was untroubled by the image.  He had her hold that position for a long time, long enough that Jenny begin to want him to get on with it;  it was just plain undignified to kneel like this exposing her anus to a man for his use.

"Talk dirty for me Jenny.  Tell me what I'm going to do to you and beg me to do it to you."

"You're going to put your dick up my asshole, you're going to literally fuck the shit out of me.  I'm going to hold my bottom open for you so you can see my asshole so you can stick your cock in it.  I'm going to work it for you when you get it in me."

Again Jenny marvelled that she was so casual about what was about to be done to her.  Somewhere deep inside she knew that something was wrong with her attitude but her response to that knowledge was to be grateful that she could do what she needed to do.  She felt some dread as she waited for him to push into her.  She felt his hands on her hips, close to her own hands.  She felt his penis touch her nether hole, and as she had been instructed she tried to push out as she felt the tip of it enter her.  As Jenny felt it push into her it was very strange sensation;  it wasn't as painful as she'd thought it was going to be, but it did hurt … a lot.  It felt a little like a large bowel movement, the kind she'd had following a spell of constipation, and she hoped she didn't get anything on his … his cock as it slowly entered her.  Again, a distant and tiny portion of her mind screamed at what she was allowing to be done to her.

"Keep pulling those cheeks open for me babe.  How does this feel to you?"

Jenny knew she was breathing hard, the pain was acute, but it was bearable.

"Just don't go too fast, let me adjust to this.  It feels strange to have that there.  It's not as bad as I thought, you can push in a little more if you want, but please go real slow and let me adjust."

He did push in and Jenny felt her anal muscles expand some more, but now that the head was in her it was easier.  He continued to push slowly until she felt the pressure of his hips on her cheeks.

Jenny squealed, "Wait, wait, please for god's sake wait a minute, let me adjust, please!"

He did stop and Jenny felt her orifice throb as she tried to relax the muscle spasm he'd created.

As it subsided, Jenny took a deep breath, but before she could say anything, he asked, "What do you think now that you've got all of it in you?"

"I certainly know that you're in my ass.  It's very different but not like I would have thought;  it's kind of a good feeling …" he pulled almost out and pushed back in softly, "not yet … please not yet let me adjust," she gasped, but the pain she'd expected at the movement hadn't been there.

Instead, she felt possessed in a way that she never had when Jerry had made love to her.  She almost liked the feeling, it was comforting in a way.  He remained still in her for about a minute and Jenny decided to see if movement would hurt.  She began to move her hips in such a fashion that would correspond to him pumping into her.  She was aware that she was very slick back there from the K-Y, that there was no resistance to his movement, and now that her muscles seemed to have adjusted to his entry there wasn't any pain, just a sensation of being stretched out by him.  She couldn't decide if that was a good feeling or not.  For a second she wondered if she would be enjoying this if it were Jerry, then her mind shied away from the obvious conclusion that she would.

'What's important is if I can enjoy it with these men,' she thought.

He began to move with her and in a few seconds his movements weren't gentle, he was pounding her hard enough that it was difficult to hold the position she was in.  She was being pushed down.

"Okay I want you to use both hands to play with your pussy, work your clit or whatever you do, but I want you to let it go.  I also want to feel your finger in your cunt with my dick in your ass."

Jenny didn't want to touch herself while he was inside her, but she did as she asked.  Normally she didn't use both hands to masturbate, but normally she didn't insert a finger either.  When she did this time, she could feel the cock in her rectum and she was unable to deny that it was extremely sexy.  She had never masturbated in front of Jerry;  to do so now turned her on in a way that she couldn't understand.  She felt her sexual tension rise and all of what was being done to her began to blur as she built to an orgasm.  As she came, she was aware that he had pushed hard into her and knew that he was coming in her at the same time.  She'd never had an orgasm when Jerry was inside her, or during sex at all for that matter and the irony of her first simultaneous orgasm was not lost on her.

As she unwound, the cock in her bottom took on a different feeling, more like what one would feel when going to the bathroom and she had the greatest urge to try to push it out like she would if she were on a commode.  Following her impulse she did, and was surprised to hear a sound of pleasure from the man.  She did it again and was rewarded with more positive responses from him as he snuggled into her;  pushing her flat on the bed, only her calves extending over the edge.  It was a nice feeling and she felt more relaxed than she had since she'd left the restaurant.  The clock chimed, it made that 'Big Ben' rising tone followed by the dropping tone that signaled the half hour.  Jenny couldn't believe that all this had taken so little time, and she wondered what he was going to do to her for the balance of his time.  As she finished that thought, that distant voice demanded to know why she was so calm about what was being done to her, but it was very easy to ignore.

He pulled out of her anus, walked over, opened the nightstand, pulled out a container of the wet paper towels, like you use to change a baby.  Jenny knew that he was cleaning his cock of any of her waste that might be on it and closed her eyes so she wouldn't see.

 "If you'll make space for me I'll join you for a few minutes and hold you if you'd like that, otherwise I'll just get dressed and hit the shower house on the way out."

Jenny thought about it for a few seconds and decided that she did want to be held and moved over so she was lying on the far side of the bed.  As she scooted across the sheets, she could feel her anus.  That's how she thought of it, she was aware of her anus, and that it had sperm in it.  It burned a little but not bad, mostly it just felt … she couldn't describe it, but it wasn't altogether unpleasant.  She made no attempt to cover herself or keep any of her sexual parts out of his view.  Once or twice she'd felt this way around Jerry, 'fucked' her mind provided, thoroughly 'known' in the old term by this man, with nothing to hide, visible in all her imperfections, warts and all.  He was welcome to see anything she had and her body was his to use if he wanted.  She liked the feeling but was surprised to find it now with a man whose name she didn't know.  Startled, she knew that was something she did want, she wanted his name but she hadn't known if she was allowed to ask.

He lay down next to her and idly played with her breasts, "You've got nice tits;  I thought you would from your picture but I'm glad to know I was right.  Do you have any questions you want to ask me?"

"Can I ask your name?"

"Sure, I Ray Rodgers, I'm an assistant warden out there.  I've been happily married for almost twenty-five years and my wife knows what I'm doing here.  She was in a car accident several years ago, had her privates messed up.  She can't have sex, a piece of the other car hit her between her legs and tore her up down there.  She had plastic surgery but it didn't work, so you girls are a way to allow me to release the pressure."

"Couldn't she do … what we just did, in back?" Jenny asked, touched and very confused, she was focused on Jerry.

She had done this for him but she was concerned about this man and his poor wife.  She hadn't found anal sex repulsive and had enjoyed it enough that the prospect of more didn't bother her.

"She was messed up there too, she can't go to the bathroom in a normal fashion, but I don't want to discuss my wife's problems with you.  What about you;  do you have any questions about how we're going to protect your husband?"

"I just have to trust that you will.  It makes sense that you do, or the other women wouldn't keep coming back."

Ray smiled at her, "That's true;  we can't give a hundred per cent guaranty because it's a very dangerous place;  there are a men in there who need medication and don't always take it.  One of those could decided on the spur of the moment that your husband is trying to kill him and stab him, but we can keep the predators and the gangs off him, and he won't ever find out either.  The biggest danger is that he might get to thinking he is some kind of tough guy, which we can't let happen, because even we can't make someone else back down to him.  If he starts going that way we'll see he gets a few lumps to bring him back to reality, but as long as you make this very nice ass available," he patted her on her bottom, "your husband's ass won't be.  If he gives us any opportunity by being a better than average inmate and you do your job well, we'll get him a good safe job in the library or hospital.  If you work especially hard and build up some brownie points we'll make sure he sounds like a second Chuck Colson when he goes for parole and he will go as soon as he is eligible.  If both of you work hard he should be home in a lot less than normal.  We have no sway on the parole board, but officer recommendations carry a lot of weight, especially from those of us who have rank."

As he'd been talking, Jenny had felt her emotions going wild.  They'd been told not to expect him to have much chance of parole on the first try unless he was a model prisoner and that very few could do that when they were new to the system.  They'd been told to expect that he would be in for at least three years and more likely four.  Gratitude and relief warred as Jenny leaned up and hugged him.  Getting Jerry home was the most important thing in her life and she had been so scared for him.  Despite what she'd been doing with him, Ray seemed like a 'father figure' and she believed him.  He would protect Jerry and that was the most important thing.  He hugged her back, but unlike her hug, his was sexual, he played with her crack.  That strange fuzzy intoxication from her pill was still at work because while she wanted him as a father figure his playing with her bottom didn't bother her.

"As much as I've enjoyed our time together, I've got to go.  You've done pretty well, show this kind of attitude to the rest of the guys.  It will take all of us to keep him safe, so you need to make sure everyone goes home satisfied.  You do and he'll be home before you know it."

He got out of bed and began to get dressed.  Jenny had never taken off her gown, but it certainly hadn't been in the way.  As she watched him dress, she felt slightly less wanton to have some clothes on, but she didn't know exactly what she was supposed to do now.  This was her second lover getting dressed, she was going to have more, but it didn't seem right to lie in bed and just watch him walk out, so she got out of bed and walked over when he was pulling his pants up.  He already had his shirt on, and Jenny wanted to give him a kiss for being so nice to her and all that he'd done to make this easy on her.  She moved close and when he opened his arm she moved into it gave him a peck on the cheek.  It was she realized the perfect gesture, she was completely available to him, he could do anything to her he wanted, but he couldn't make her want to kiss him on the cheek and Jenny decided that it was one of those things that she would use as her way of saying thank you.

"I look forward to seeing you next month Jenny, it'll be interesting to see how much you've learned by then."

"I thought I had to be back here in two weeks?" Jenny said confused

"You do, but you'll be in the blue room and you will be seeing those guys.  When you come back in four weeks, you'll be in here again and I'll see you then.  Until then you be careful and be careful when you drive home, don't have an accident or get a ticket, I can't help you with those by the way, I can't even help myself with those."

He shifted around and pulled her to him for a big hug, again, it was sexual, his hand going to her bottom.  She spread her legs to allow his finger to penetrate between her legs.  She'd have rather had a nice friendly hug, but kissed his cheek again anyway.  He released her, winked at her and was out the back door.

Jenny stood there for a moment looking at the closed door.  Awestruck that she'd just 'entertained' a man, and that she didn't feel worse about it, or the fact that she now needed to get ready to 'entertain' someone else.  Thinking about her bottom she had a fleeting thought that she hoped the next man wouldn't use her anally because while it had been pleasant, her anus was hurting a little right now;  it had been stretched too much, or at least it had that feel to it.

She also felt a desire to 'freshen up' down there, not a compunction, but about the way she'd felt about cleaning up when she'd made love to Jerry in the daylight.  She wasn't sure she was supposed to wear the bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the door if she was just going to the bathroom, but since the clock hadn't chimed the three quarters hour she decided to wear it.  When she got to the bathroom, she felt a need to move her bowels, hung the bathrobe on the back of the door, sat on the commode and pushed.  She felt something come out but knew it wasn't feces;  it was what Ray had put inside her.  Having sperm drip from her didn't bother her much, she was accustomed to Jerry's stuff falling out, but the feces that followed made her blush.  She'd assumed that she was 'empty' back there but if she wasn't then Ray had been wiping stuff off his cock and some how that seemed gross.  She wiped herself well, which was made more difficult by the presence of the K-Y but when she felt clean she flushed the commode and went to the sink to get her washrag to soap it up to wash between her legs.

The sight of her shaved genitals caught her by surprise, but thinking back to the way Ray's tongue felt in her she could see why if a man wanted to do that to her, he'd probably like it better than if she still had hair down there, which led her to think about what it had felt like to have his penis in her mouth with his hair on her lips.  It hadn't been as gross or as repulsive as she had thought it would be.  As she washed her bottom, she tried to understand what she'd just done.  She remembered what it had felt like to have Ray inside her;  mostly she thought about him in her anus, what it had felt like to lie there and let him mount her.  It didn't seem possible that she'd been able to do that, or that she'd been so much more acquiescent when he had done so much more to her later.

The door opened and Maria came in wearing the nightgown and without her robe.  Her lipstick need touching up, and her hair was very mussed.  She looked like she'd just been doing what Jenny knew she had been doing.  Jenny looked at her own image for the first time.  Her short hair was mussed and her own make-up needed to be touched up.  She had that "I've been doing IT" look too, and despite the calm she felt she'd achieved, she felt herself blush.

"Don't blush Jenny, you haven't been doing anything that I haven't been doing.  In fact, what we're going to do now would be gross if it weren't so damn practical.  Are you okay?"

When Jenny nodded that she was Maria continued, "The major is a sweetie;  I've never thought I could go for an older man, but if I didn't have Juan I might be tempted to try for him.  Some of the rest aren't as nice or as much fun.  The major makes sure I cum most of the time, and there are only a few who give a flip about that.

“We need to clean up and freshen our make-up at the same time.  Let me show you how to mix up a douche and then we will both need to use the commode while we fix ourselves up for the next dance.  Don't look at me like that, we don't have any secrets from each other, we talk about the men just like they talk about us.  For one thing, it helps us, but if our job is to make them happy the more we share the better job we can do, which means less work for us.  Here, this is the way you mix a douche, and we'll both be in here at the same time.  Otherwise we'd never get ready for our next dance in time."

She proceeded to show Jenny how to mix the powder in the two little hot water bottles she'd bought Jenny at Wal-Mart.  She took a permanent marker and marked the bag, hose and nozzle with black, writing a big 'K' on the first two and just painting the last with ink.

"I think you can figure out which of these are for which.  Now it doesn't matter which one you clean first, but if he used it, and I know the major always uses everything then you've got, clean it.  Of course, you can't really get sperm out of you, you'll be carrying the little things around for several days, but you can get clean.  It's more important to keep the vagina clean because about half the guys like to go down on us, bless their little hearts, but if you don't clean your rectum you can have leakage at just the wrong time, and men seem to get irrational about seeing sperm leak out.  I don't know why they hate to see anything come out of us when we know how much they love to put it in us.

"Now if you sit like this you can put the enema in and you'll be able to hold the whole bag.  Once it's empty take it out and push the fluid out.  Next time you'll need to do a regular enema before you get here.  Follow the instructions;  put it in the roll on the floor before you let it out.  We don't have time for that here;  these are just to clean out what they gave us.  The guys put these hooks up so you don't have to hold the bag.  You'll make some rude noises but don't worry about that.  You'll need to work on your make-up while I'm using the commode, then we'll trade.  Did you change your sheets before you came in?  We'll go do that right away, you'll find the clean sheets in the closet and a big hamper to put the dirty ones in.  Always change the sheets before you come in here, the guys have the clock down pretty tight, they won't come in until ten before the hour, and we have to be there on the clock chime, and they expect us to be fresh when we get there, so you need to be pretty quick about getting the sheets changed and out of there.  Let me get the rest of the enema in and I'll help you.  You can hold a whole enema by the way, as long as you don't have to hold it too long, at least a whole one of the size I bought you."

Jenny watched as Maria got off the commode and followed her back to the bedroom where she'd been.  As Maria help her strip the sheets, she noticed that there were some stains on them;  it looked like it might be feces.  Jenny was embarrassed that Maria was seeing evidence of what she'd done there, but they got them changed in a no time.  Maria also picked up her tubes of K-Y off the nightstand.

When they got back to the bathroom, Maria went right to the commode and it sounded like she had a bad case of diarrhea, and she did make some rude noises.  Jenny didn't have all her make-up with her of course, but she had brought enough to do the touch up that was needed.  It was only as she was putting the final touches to her hair that it dawned on her just why she was doing it.  In a very few minutes she would be going back into that room and entertain a man.  What bothered her most was how little the thought bothered her.  When it was her turn to sit on the commode and administer an enema to herself, she was very aware of what she was doing.  It didn't feel like everything she put in there came back out.  The douche felt good, but she also felt very wet, like not everything had come out.  She looked at Maria and saw her pushing gel into her bottom, which reminded Jenny that she needed to do that too.  There was a clock in the bathroom and it indicated that they only had a couple of minutes left.  Jenny hurried to apply her own gel, and then brushed her teeth and used the mouthwash Maria had bought for her earlier.  She was almost ready …

Chapter 2: Happy HubbyChapter 3: Let's Play

"You look great Jenny.  How do I look, ready to be ravished?"

Her tone let Jenny know that even if she'd been doing this for years she was still nervous about it.  Jenny marveled again, why she wasn't more nervous, it was there, but it was damped down almost distant.  She looked at Maria and saw Maria in a different light, she was very trim, and if she wasn't especially pretty, she was very well groomed.  Her figure was average;  in fact, there was nothing remarkable about her.  Nothing that would tell you that she'd just cheated on her husband and was about to do it again.  The nightgown wasn't outrageous, it had probably come off the rack at Wal-Mart and if it was a little short, it didn't scream sex.  Jenny had seen much more daring sleep wear in the dorms in college worn by girls who weren't even dating.  Just looking at her you couldn't tell that she'd just given herself an enema and a douche to clear out the last man's sperm, that she wasn't wearing panties and had her bottom smeared ready for sex.

"You look normal.  This is so unreal …" the clock began its chime

"Don't let it get to you, don't think about it let's go," Maria said and ushered them out of the bathroom as the clock began to strike the hour.

Again, Maria opened the bedroom door and ushered Jenny in closing the door behind her.  Jenny felt horrible dread but at a distance as she forced her eyes to the bed to see who the next man she would 'know' was and was surprised to see that the bed was empty!  Her eyes darted around the room to see if somehow she had missed him, but she was alone.  A wave of emotional relief washed over her.  Maria had told her that it wasn't uncommon for someone not to show up, but not to expect it today since she was new.  Jenny wasn't sure what she should do.  Should she stay here, or go back out to the living room?  If that little pill was building a wall between her and her emotions, it was also making her thinking a little fuzzy.  After standing, staring at the bed for at least two minutes she decided that she would wait in here for the next chime then she'd go back to the living room and … and while Jenny loved to read, she hadn't brought a book.  She made a mental note to do that next time.  NEXT TIME!  How casually she'd accepted that there would be a next time, that she'd accepted this whole setup.  She stared at the bed and images of herself spread out, her bottom in the air to be taken anally flashed through her mind.

She tired to get all her thoughts and emotions sorted out but it was like a task her father had given her once;  trying to put too many marbles into a net bag.  Just when she thought she had them all in the weight of the load would force the netting apart and a few would slip out.  Now as she tried to gather her thoughts random images or ideas would squirt out and she'd chase them down strange paths.  The one central thought was that she was doing this for Jerry, that she owed him.  She was down one of those paths when she was startled by the door opening and she couldn't stop a gasp, turning reflexively to protect her modesty.

"Sorry I'm late, my boy's playing in a game and I wanted to watch him at bat.  We're winning 4 to 3 right now;  I really get a charge out of watching him out on the field.  I didn't know I could ever get that kind of charge watching little league.  I don't have much time;  I told the wife I had to run an errand, so bring a pillow over here and give me some head."

Jenny had felt her mouth drop open at the idea that he'd left his wife and child to come out here.  The casual way he wanted her just to walk over there …

"Come on honey, I really don't have much time, bring a pillow so you don't hurt your knees."

Jenny was aware of a sense of panic but again, it was distant.  She was going to do it, what he asked, just go over there and take his thing in her mouth.  A distant part of her mind noted that it might be easier than having to spend a lot of time in bed with someone who would do this not only to her, but more importantly, to his wife and kid.  She got a pillow off the bed and walked over to where he stood.  She dropped the pillow on the floor in front of him and dropped to her knees, waiting for him to take it out of his pants.  When he made no move to do so, it slowly dawned on her that she was going to have to do that for him.  She reached up and unbuckled his pants and trying not to think about what she was doing, she unbuttoned them.  Her hand was trembling when she began to unzip him and she was unprepared for the pants to drop to his knees when she finished.  He was now in briefs, something she'd never seen before because her father and Jerry both wore boxers.  She hadn't noticed what Ray was wearing when he got dressed.  She reached up with both hands to pull them down and had to take a deep breath to hold in her courage.  As she pulled them down the thing almost hit her in the face.  He was already hard and Jenny moved to take it in her mouth before she could think about what she was doing.  She knew if she stopped to think she'd balk.

Unlike Ray's earlier, this one had a taste, and it took Jenny almost a minute of working her tongue around it like Ray had taught her to do, to realize that she was tasting another woman's fluid on him.  She pulled her head back knowing she was angry but again feeling detached from it.

"You did it with your wife …" she tried to let her anger show but he pushed her on the back of her head forcing it back into her mouth … and she let him.

"Yeah I love having you right after I've had Sue.  I talked her into a quickie just before we left for the game Buddy was already out in the car, she didn't want to because she's pregnant, but she's always horny too.  That's it run your tongue around it like that.  Buddy's playing second base today, he's already caught a line drive for a double play, and he's two for two at bat …"

He continued babbling about his child's baseball game,  about his wife's pregnancy and how much he was looking forward to his second child, who would be a girl.  Jenny wanted to scream at him to shut up that she didn't want to know about the people she was cheating.  It also made her feel like a piece of furniture instead of a human.

She could feel him getting tense and knew that he was getting close to orgasm.

She knew she had to let him do that in her mouth but she was wondering if there was anyway to avoid it when he said, "Good stand up and bend over I'm going to finish up in your ass."

Jenny didn't know if she felt relief or dread, she got up and took the four steps to the bed before he said, "No not over there;  here, just turn around bend over, and put your hands on your knees if you have to."

Jenny couldn't believe how undignified she felt as she did what he asked, just making her bottom available like this for such a jerk.  She felt him lift her nightgown out of the way and using his hands on her hips, he positioned her for his entry.  He used the tip of his thing to rub up and down her slit, using the wetness of her own saliva to get her wet.  Jenny felt the slickness of the gel as she felt him enter her.

She was surprised that he was in her vagina;  she'd expected him to use her anally based on what he'd said.  Again, she had the strange sensation of a cock going in her that she didn't want.  She again felt her body encompass his member and she cringed mentally and physically at the artificial nature of what was being done to her.  She was very slick, but she was not in the least turned on, it was about as sexual as putting a tampon put in.  He made a few motions to adjust to her so that he could get more inside and then he began to pound her.  She wasn't surprised at that pounding, Jerry had done pretty much the same thing the few times she'd let him take her this way.

In less than a minute, she felt him cum and a distant voice was saying, "How can you be like this, so uninvolved when you have a man inside you?"

She didn't have an answer.

Seconds later, he pulled out of her and said, "That wasn't bad.  Would you hand me one of those wipes on the nightstand, I want to get back to the game before I miss too much."

Jenny wanted to cry at what he'd done to her but she walked to the nightstand and handed him the wipes, then watched as he cleaned his cock and handed her the soiled tissue.  Then, and without another word he pulled up his shorts and pants, buttoning and buckling he walked out the door.  Jenny stood there looking at the closed door and she heard the clock chime fifteen minutes.  The whole thing couldn't have taken more than four or five minutes.  Jenny felt his stuff begin to slip out of her and held the soiled wipes between her legs to catch it.  She then walked to the bed and threw all of them in the little trash can beside the bed, but she could still smell them.  She decided to empty the trashcan and not really thinking she started for the kitchen.

It was only when she got to the door that she realized that she needed to put on the bathrobe.  Putting down the trashcan, she put it on and stepped out.  She was relieved to see that the living room was empty, she had a horror of coming out and seeing Maria and her current partner sitting on the couch making out or something.  She emptied the little trash can and took it back to the room.  She didn't need to change the sheets;  she'd never even touched them so she went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.  She felt dirty, filthy from what she'd just done, dirty and used.  She brushed her teeth then sitting on the commode, she gave herself a douche.  She looked at her image in the mirror and touched up her lipstick.  This time she didn't have that 'I've done IT' look.  Sshe looked like she did before she left for school, and would have been comfortable talking to her principal if she were dressed.  It was impossible to believe that she couldn't see any sign of how she felt about what had just been done to her by looking in the mirror.  Realizing that she didn't want to see herself in the mirror right now she went back into the living room.  As she passed the other bedroom she could hear sounds from the room;  Maria was making some of them, but mostly it was the sounds furniture makes when two adults use it the way it was being used.

Jenny went back to the bathroom, got a hand towel, and put it down to sit on the couch.  Sitting on the towel suddenly felt obscene.  Maria had talked about not making a spot on the couch, but Jenny had though that just meant the K-Y.  She now knew that with the enema and the douche she could leak those or the other.  She didn't think any of the men's stuff would still come out, but having to sit on a towel because of her bottom was full of stuff was mortifying.

Sitting there, Jenny couldn't help but remember what it had been like just a few minutes ago.  The smells of 'the Jerk's' wife on his member and his smells.  The image of kneeling there using her mouth on him, running her tongue around that thing, licking his hairy balls, and getting a taste of his sweat.  She grimaced as she remembered the way that he had pumped into her mouth, jamming the back of her throat, almost forcing her to gag.  But mostly, she remembered the nastiness of being intimate while he talked about his child's game.  Jenny hoped someday to see her own children involved in sports.  She'd been an athlete when she was younger, but the idea of Jerry leaving for a little bit to go see a woman made her skin crawl.  Her mind went to the time when she was bent over.  He had pushed her legs further apart and then stepped into her.  She could remember the squishy sounds they'd made as he pumped his thing in and out of her … as he fucked her!

It was suddenly clear what he'd done, he'd fucked her and she'd been nothing more than a warm place to put it!  He'd never asked her name or given his, he'd just he'd just shot his baby juice into her!  The very idea that it was possible to become pregnant from something so impersonal broke her heart and she began to cry softly, unwilling to accept that she was allowing this to be done to her.

"Oh Jerry, I love you so much.  I will get through this for you, but it's just so hard!" She said softly, and immediately remembered how much harder it was for him in prison and her part in that.

She found some comfort in that thought, then taking a couch pillow, she clutched it to her and let her mind go blank.  She was unaware of the world until the clock chimed of the half hour.  Rousing herself, she ambled back to the bathroom to fix her make-up from the damage done by her tears.  She looked at her image intently, but she still couldn't accept that she was doing what she was doing;  there was a lack of reality to it.

As she fixed her eyeliner, she had a strange thought, 'Would it have been easier for me if the last man I'd 'danced with' had been more personal?  I love Jerry, shouldn't that have made the way he did it to me the last time better, since I was so uninvolved personally?  Don't I want that distance?  Or is there something about doing that with a man, even one I don't know, that I want from it?'

She certainly felt like she'd connected with Ray on a more intimate level than just having had his organ inside her body.  He'd said she wasn't a whore, that she was good time girl, but that last man hadn't treated her that way;  he'd used her like you would a whore, and she wasn't!  She felt a different anger build, but damped, as all her emotions were.  She was doing what she was doing, but she didn't have to be treated like a street whore.  She didn't have to take that!

Maria burst through the door and dived for the commode.  As soon as she was on it Jenny heard what sounded at first like urination but when she passed gas at the same time she realized that she was releasing liquid from her anus.  Had her last partner given her an enema?  Why would any man do that?

Maria saw her expression, "I'm not sure you want to know … it's so gross, but … hell you'll might get one today.  He gave me what's called a Golden Greek.  He likes to party and the guy's an athlete, he really rides you, but it's fun in a way;  I almost always cum for him, but today he was also drinking beer the whole time.  Right when he was ready to leave he needed to take a piss and so he did."

It took several seconds for her words to sink in.

"He did it in you?"

Jenny had never been so shocked in her life.  Surely even a whore wouldn't allow that ?

"Don't look so shocked, there are lots of guys who like to do it.  I understand that some of the monsters out over at the prison rarely use a commode to piss.  It's actually kind of a fun feeling, once you get past the being used part, and your rectum won't get infected, the stuff is actually sterile.  There was a visitor once who tried to get one of us to let him do it in our mouth, but you don't have to do that, that could be a health risk.  I heard you out in the living room, Sam was doing that Jerk routine wasn't he?  Arrived with his wife's juice on his cock, talking about some activity of one of his kid's to justify a slam bam and no 'thank you ma'am'?  He loves to do that, I don't think he knows how it makes us feel.  When he can't get his wife before he comes over, or doesn't have an excuse, he's a nice guy and not a bad lover, but that's his fantasy, a mistress who loves him so much that she'll settle for the smallest crumbs.  I don't know for sure, but I think his wife wears the pants in that family.  Don't let it bother you, he's not using you like a whore;  I know it feels that way when you don't know.  What he really wants is for you to beg him for more of his time, to try to tempt him to stay and to tell him how grateful you are that he took time from his family to come see you.  He probably was as unsatisfied as you were about how it went.  I don't think he knew that there was someone new.  A lot of these guys get so into their fantasies that it's as if they're in a different world.  He'll make it up to you next month and be a nice guy, but keep in mind that these are rarely one-time sessions.  I mean sometimes a visitor will join us.  Generally it's someone who is checking us out to see if he wants to join our merry band.  Occasionally it's someone who works at a different unit and is making a trade."

As she was talking, she had gotten off the pot and was mixing up a douche and an enema.  She sat back on the pot and seemed to be taking both at the same time.

"Yeah you can clean both at the same time.  I generally prefer to do them one at a time, but I'm going to want two enemas to make sure I get clean.  You don't have to worry about infection from a golden, but there can be an odor buildup and I'd hate that.  You look nice, but you don't have to use your free time to get ready for your next dance.  If your dance partner leaves early feel free to use all the amenities here.  There's a great selection of CD's and a pretty good selection of movies, they generally have two or three new releases here for us to watch during our off time or if we spend the night.  They are nice guys;  just remember that you are here to fulfill their fantasies.  A good time girl who's willing to play a role, that's what we are.  If you do that, they are so grateful and that's great for your husband!

Jenny stared for a second then blurted, "This isn't personal to you is it?"

Maria face softened and she clamped off the douche and enema, stood and took Jenny into her arms.

"Of course it's personal, I have to play all sorts of head games to like the guys while they're dancing with me.  I have to suspend values, but we can do that, and they are good guys.  I could never take a man into my body without it being personal, and if I could I don't think they'd want me.  I don't give any of them my love, but I'm so grateful to all them.  I do think I could be friends with all of them … if I wasn't doing this, if I just met them someplace.  I certainly wouldn't consider having an affair with any of them … well there are a couple I might consider if I wanted an affair badly enough, but I never forget that I owe them.  Don't put your heart into it, but don't think that you have to just bend over and take it either.  You're a party girl, an anything goes girl, but every party girl wants something in return, and that's affection.  We'll do their fantasies, but we still deserve a kiss out of it.  It makes it better."

She sat back down on the commode and finished what she'd started.  They talked for a while with Maria talking about some of the fantasies that the men liked to do.  Most sounded pretty harmless, and many had a lot in common with what was just done to her.  Jenny didn't know how well she could have played the role Sam, that was the name of her third lover, wanted if she'd known it, but she would have felt a lot better at the time if she'd known what it was.

When the clock chimed this time, Jenny didn't have to be led to the bedroom.  She was resigned to what she had to do.  If she felt fear, it was still that fuzzy kind that seemed so removed, the distance welcome.  Walking in she saw a man in his early thirties standing there.  He looked her up and down in as frank an appraisal as she had ever had in her whole life.  Her first reaction was resentment that she had to allow some one to do that to her while she was dressed like she was.

His first words made it worse, "Aren't you a fine looked piece of pussy!  Prime grade A meat on the hoof, come on over here and let daddy get a handful of those blue ribbon tits."

Deep inside, but somehow separate, Jenny felt her anger boil.  She'd hated men or boys who made comments like this, and if this man thought she was just going to walk over there and let him cop a feel … two thoughts hit her as she saw his expression, the first was that he was playing a game.  He didn't look at all certain of her reaction.  Second, that even if she didn't want to, she was going to walk over there and let him cop a feel.  Then some fleeting expression confirmed that he wasn't being his real self, that this was some sort of game he wanted her to play.

Choking back her anger and determined to try to get through this 'dance' she said, "If you want to get your hands on these you're going to have to do some sweet talking or figure out something better for that nasty mouth of yours."

She was trying to be light and even coy, which didn't come naturally to her, but when he stuck his tongue out and flicked it she realized what she'd said!  She'd practically asked for oral sex and all she'd intended was to ask for a different kind of 'line'.

"Well come on over here and let me tickle your tonsils and see if that doesn't put you in the mood to let me tickle your titties."

Jenny took a deep breath and walked over to him, trying to get into the swing of things when it hit her that if she was a 'party girl' his invitation might have been nice.  He'd said he liked her looks and that he was willing to look to her needs too.  Trying to lock all her honest reactions deep inside her, she smiled and moved to kiss him.  She was unprepared for his kiss.  It wasn't just that he began by French kissing her, she'd expected that, but that his tongue was very active, and it felt good!  The feeling of her breast mashed against his chest was sexual in a way she hadn't expected.  His arms were very muscular;  in fact, all of him was muscular.  Jenny reacted to that in a strange way, she was turned on!  She'd had sex with two different men and had an orgasm but this was different, she could feel her nipples getting hard and she thought she felt some natural moisture forming between her legs.

When his hand went down her back, she let him push her onto his cock and it seemed as hard as the rest of his body.  It had been months since Jenny had felt anything like passion, she returned his kiss.  She felt his hand move down her bottom and she moved her legs to let him touch her there.  When he did, it ignited her and she pressed her body hard to him, grinding her pelvis against his cock in open invitation.  The whole kiss had lasted only a couple of minutes but Jenny was panting for breath when he released her.

"Well I found another use for my dirty mouth, are you ready to show me those fine tits you've been trying to push through my chest?"

Jenny didn't even think that she was taking off her clothes for a new man for only the second time in her life until after she had the gown off and was moving back to kiss him again.  The buttons on his shirt pressed into her skin and the buckle on his belt was uncomfortable, but his fingers between her legs felt wonderful.

Wondering if this was just the persona she was trying out, or if her emotions were real, she pulled back and said, "Isn't it time that you showed me yours, since I'm letting you play with mine?"

He practically ripped off his clothes, showing a passion that increased the current she could feel flowing between her legs.  Without thinking about it, she did to him what he'd done to her.  She looked frankly at his body.  It was hard and muscular he had to be a weightlifter, and his organ was larger than any she'd seen.

Jenny felt her passion continue to rise as he moved to her, picked her up as if she were a feather pillow and carried her to the bed.  He lay her down gently and moved over her to the other side.  He kissed her, then after a second, he moved to her breast and she almost moaned.  His finger entered her and she knew that she wanted more.  She pulled him on top of her and she spread her legs wide, bringing her knees up to make it easy for him to enter her.  When he seemed to have some trouble finding her entrance she reached between them and guided him into her.

His entrance was hard but not brutal, Jenny pushed up with even more force to capture his entire organ.  She felt herself stretch down there and had the 'joined' feeling she loved.  She was moving under him trying to grind her pelvis into his, to get pressure on her clit and got enough that she was close to an orgasm.  She didn't know that she was gritting her teeth and stretching her neck until he kissed her again and she clutched his back with both arms, wrapped her legs around his and lifted her whole chest off the bed to press up to him.

"I'm going to cum," he whispered hoarsely into her ear and she felt him start.

Her reaction was to grind hard up to him and squeeze him with her thighs, her vagina and her arms.  The pressure was enough to let her cum too and it was intense for the next thirty seconds.  When she'd finished she was horrified at what she'd just done.  Still, when he changed from a demanding to a tender embrace of her she returned it, tears welling from her eyes.  There had been nothing of Jerry in what she'd just done;  she'd had her own pleasure and for the first time she understood that she might have been vulnerable to someone who might want to 'comfort' her while Jerry was in prison.  She did like sex and she had missed it.  She was grateful that he'd given her what she missed and that she didn't have to feel guilty.  She had walked into the bedroom for Jerry, even if he'd had no part in what she did here.

"Are you okay?  Did you cum?" he asked, lifting up off her and looking her in the face.

At the same time, he flexed inside her and Jenny was embarrassed at her reflexive response, which was to squeeze to hold him inside her.  He continued to look down at her expectantly, until she blushed and was forced to nod.

"Are you as good at giving head as you are at fucking?" he asked his eyes so steady that Jenny knew she was going to have to answer aloud.

"I'm just learning how."

She tried to show with her eyes that she didn't want to have to do that right now;  having him inside her at the moment was pleasant and she just wanted to bask in the body tingles she was still feeling.  He seemed to pick up on that because he leaned down and kissed her gently while she snuggled up to him.  For several minutes, they lay joined, not talking but enjoying each other's bodies.  Jenny let her skin enjoy the touch of his hard muscles.  She ran her hands lightly over his back feeling his muscles ripple.  She'd never understood the appeal of the muscle-bound types to some girls but, as she felt his body in her, she had a random thought that maybe Jerry would do what so many inmates seemed to do and work on his body.  As soon as she had the thought she banished it, but she didn't stop enjoying the feel of the man on top of her.

It took her a little while to realize that he was getting soft inside her, and was about to slip out.  He lifted up and moved so that his legs were outside hers and of course that caused him to slip all the way out of her.

"Slide down between my legs and let me show you a great way to do pushups."

It took Jenny a second to understand what he was saying.  While the idea of taking that thing in her mouth with all their juice all over it was gross, the image of him doing pushups with it in her mouth tickled her.  She giggled as she moved down until her head was directly below the thing.  Reminding herself that she'd already done this with Ray and Sam she tried to relax …

Then her honest inner voice added, 'But not when you'd added anything of you to his mix and if Sam smelled of his wife, he wasn't still wet with her.'

Still, she opened her mouth to accept the slimy thing but giggled again when his pelvis came down on her head and she heard him say, "ONE."

He wiggled while he was down;  although the penis was too soft to do anything, it was one of the ways he'd moved inside her and Jenny laughed out loud.  He began to lift up and Jenny sucked with all her might to hold him down.  It didn't keep him, but she did make a pop sound when it was pulled from her.  Her laughter and her mood were lighter than at any time since that afternoon at the car dealership.  The taste wasn't as bad as she'd feared and making a game of sex was something she'd never done.

When he pushed down, she was ready to take it back in her mouth and as he announced, "TWO," she worked her tongue around the thing, making it bounce around in her mouth, playing with it, which would have seemed impossible even an hour ago.

A distant part of her was shocked at the idea that she could enjoy one of those things in her mouth of all places.  Again, as he began to move up, she sucked as hard as she could to hold him down and again it left her mouth with a loud popping sound.

The pattern continued, but when he reached twenty, she lifted her head up to keep it in her mouth and was very surprised that she wanted it to stay in there.  When he lowered down, she began to gobble him.  That was the only term she could think of, as she was taking it deep in her mouth and throat and this time when he moved his hips she knew that she was letting him fuck her face.  She just didn't care.  She was getting sexually excited in a way she'd never thought possible.

She wrapped her hands around his butt and felt the hard muscles flex under her fingers.  The maleness of his bottom was the sexiest thing she'd encountered in her life and she knew she was getting wet between her legs.  Jenny had thought that she enjoyed sex.  She had even thought that she was uninhibited with Jerry, but she'd never felt any particular interest in his penis once she'd seen it and knew what it felt like.  It was just the thing that he put in her when they had sex.  She liked the feeling of it inside her but that was a feeling she associated with being 'one body'.

Now she wanted this male thing that was in her mouth because it was MALE and she realized that even though she'd had more sex today than any two days in her whole life she wanted it to get hard and to fill her.  She sucked and she ran her tongue around it.  She stuck her tongue in the tip;  she tried to swallow it down her throat.  She felt her pelvis thrust up as his thrust down on her face.

Finally, when she was afraid that the muscles in her mouth could do nothing else, she felt him move differently and the organ began to grow rapidly.  In no time, it was too long to fit all of it in her mouth and it was more than hard enough to do what she wanted it to do.

"Aren't you the little wildcat once you get going, do you want me to fill your mouth with cum?"

Jenny didn't even hesitate in shaking her head no.

"Then what do you want me to do with this, put it in my pants and go home?"

Again, Jenny shook her head no, and blushed because she let herself mentally answer his question honestly.  No, she didn't want him to go home;  she wanted this thing back inside her, his weight and hard body on hers.

"Then tell me what you want," he said and pulled out of her mouth and in the same movement somehow pulled her up so that she was once again under him looking up into his eyes.

Jenny bit her lip and moved her legs to get them outside his.  To be open so that he might enter her, all the time looking up at the man with whom she was doing this.  When he didn't lower himself into her she tried to raise her hips up to him, but he wouldn't let her capture his cock.

"Tell me.  Say the words.  I want to here all of them."

Jenny didn't want to talk and tried again to capture him, but when she couldn't she said, "I want you."

"You want me to how, or where or to do what?  Put it in words tell me exactly."

"I want you inside me."

"Doing what?"

Jenny felt real frustration and said, "I want you inside me fucking me!  Okay?  Is that what you wanted me to say?  I want you to put your cock in me and fuck the shit out of me, now give it to me."

As she said it, she was trying again to get the organ inside her.

"I can't fuck the shit out of you if I put it where you're trying to get it.  So what do you want, your pussy fucked or the shit fucked out of you?"

"My pussy, fuck my pussy," Jenny couldn't believe that she was saying that or even worse meant every word.

"I think I'd rather fuck the shit out of you, I've already tried your pussy."

Jenny looked up at him and blinked hard.

"Okay, how do you want me?" she heard her voice say, suddenly realizing that right now she was more concerned with getting that thing back inside her than just where it went.

He let it sink all the way into her vagina in one long thrust and Jenny clutched him to her and kissed his shoulders.  Her whole body shook with the force of his thrust into her, but it felt so good that a moan escaped her when he pulled out.

"Wait, don't stop;  please, that felt so good."

"Turn over and let me try that beautiful little ass of yours."

Jenny didn't hesitate but turned and spread her legs for him while pushing her bottom up like Ray had taught her earlier.  He was no easier when he thrust into that hole, but it wasn't painful it was just filling and although she was horribly stretched she liked the feeling and the pain was good.  He kept his body raised so the only places their bodies touched was where they were joined.  He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back off the bed.

Jenny was a gymnast, she'd competed for the state crown in high school, and although she didn't win and didn't compete any more she still did her workouts.  Right now, it meant that she had incredible flexibility in her back and was able to arch back far enough to receive a kiss from the man.  The cock in her gut hurt but she was more interested in that kiss than in the pain.  She used her own arms to hold her position arched almost into a U shape.  She felt his hands on her breasts and when he pinched both her nipples she screamed into his mouth but didn't attempt to move.  Nor did she move as he began to pile drive his cock into her rectum.  It hurt, horribly, but her nerves were stretched tighter than her body.  He pressed on her hard so hard that she couldn't support their weight and she collapsed which let him sink his cock deeper into her.

"Finger fuck yourself," he whispered in her ear and she moved her hand to her shaved crotch.

He was pounding her very hard, very fast, but all she was aware of was the orgasm she felt building.  When it came, she saw stars or whatever you call those little lights you see some times floating in front of her.  She wanted to melt into a puddle on the bed but he wasn't finished with her and she tried to make her battered anus squeeze on him.  It must have worked because less than two minutes later, he came in her and she could feel it!

She felt him relax into her and then without warning he turned over and pulled her with him.  She found herself on top of him in a semi-sitting position with his cock still buried deep in her rectum.  She gave a startled gasp that was almost a scream.  Her rectum hurt.  Although she liked the feeling of having him so deep inside her, she wanted him to pull out of her.  Even though she seemed to have orgasms easily while being used anally, she knew that she would always rather have a man vaginally.  That distant part of her was shaking its head at her acceptance that she would be having a lot of men in her, something that she would have sworn was impossible when she woke up this morning.

"What do you do for a living?" the man inside her asked.

His tone was different that leering jerk was gone and this was just a normal guy.

"I'm a teacher, I teach freshman history and I'm the gymnastics coach."

"I thought you were much more flexible than anyone I've ever been with before.  What would your kids think if they could see you right this second?"

His hand moved down to her crotch that was open since her legs were draped on either side of his.  She looked down and realized that if anyone were to walk in right now they would be able to see his cock in her ass and they could see her open vagina leaking sperm.  She had a image of what some of her oversexed boys might think and in reaction she tried to close her legs to make herself more demure, although as she did, she knew that there was no way anyone could be demure with a cock in her ass.

He continued, "Now there's a fantasy I used to have when I was a freshman.  I remember a good-looking teacher that I used to dream of.  I want you to spread those legs wide and play with your pussy for that freshman boy."

Jenny reacted to the very idea that she'd ever let a student see her like this, she pulled her legs together and would have pulled off his cock if he hadn't grabbed her.

"I know you'd never do something like that;  if you would, you're on the wrong side of the fence, but it's okay to play games to pretend.  I know you'd never do this for a kid, but you're not doing it for a real kid you're doing it for the kid I was at fourteen.  Imagine what I looked like then, skinny and tall and imagine I'm standing at the end of the bed and show the skinny kid that is me, what you have for my use when I grow up."

Jenny turned red from head to toe as she did what he asked.  She could, in her mind's eye, see a young man, the age of her students, looking at her genitals.

"Play with your pussy for him shake it for him."

Jenny reached between her legs and was again struck by the missing hair, and by how masturbating like this was affecting her.  She couldn't believe that she was reacting like this, or that the organ in her rectum didn't feel more offensive.  For just a second she thought about making a little move that would result in that organ being where she wanted it but remembered that she had to worry about infection.

"Will you tell me what your name is?  You might not believe this from the way I've been acting, but when I got here today my husband was the only man I'd been with, and I don't ever want this to be an impersonal act."

"My name is Jerry, like your husband;  I'm married and I have two kids.  I love my wife, and I'd never want to hurt her, but she is very conservative sexually and I'm not.  You girls let me have my wild side without having to have an affair.  I would never go to a whore, and we would never recruit a whore.  There are women who would do things you wouldn't believe just to get a pack of cigarettes to her man.  All the women who come here are white-collar types, the kind of women who would never do something like this under normal circumstances.  Look, we're both doing things that make us a little uncomfortable.  I don't like doing favors for inmates, you don't like coming here to let me do what I'm doing to you, but we both get something we want out of it, or I guess I could say that I get it in something."

He laughed at his own pun, and after a second, Jenny groaned.  It bothered her deeply that she was helping this Jerry cheat on his wife, but she also wondered if her own Jerry had found her lovemaking too tame.  That would never be the case again when he got out.  Jenny felt very awkward, she was too honest not to acknowledge that she had enjoyed what she'd just done, but she didn't like doing it.  She felt a pain deep inside that she was doing something that was so against what type of person she wanted to be.  Even with her emotions damped down, she wondered about the tranquilizer.  She'd had one on her wedding day and she'd had many of the same type of reactions.  She was grateful for it.  It had made it easier for her;  she knew she'd been fully in control when she lay down and let Ray put it in her.  She was doing this with her eyes wide open;  the fuzzy feeling was making it easier to do what she had decided to do.

She had left Sam feeling used, but listening to Jerry talk she could again see that it was a two way street.  Even she didn't like the idea of special deals for convicts.  Of course, her husband shouldn't be a convict, but he had broken the law and she could see how this Jerry might see it differently than she did.  It made it easier to sit here with his cock up her rectum while masturbating and letting him play with her breasts.

Once again, Jenny felt her body being shifted.

"As much as I'd like to spend more time here doing you, I've got to get a move on.  You're a nice girl;  I like that.  I know it's hard to pretend to enjoy some of what we do to you, but you're being a good sport about it.  I'll be looking forward to seeing you again next month," he said as he lifted her off his cock, stood to get some of the wet wipes, and cleaned himself.

Jenny got out of bed, got several wipes to clean herself, and seeing what was on the first decided that she'd needed to empty her trash can into the commode instead of the kitchen trashcan.  She put on her nightgown and felt a little silly.  This man had seen her and had her and the gown provided so little modesty anyway.  She had fresh wipe between her legs and another next to her anus that was burning.  She watched as Jerry got dressed and then he came over to her took her in his arms gave her a gentle hug and a sweet kiss and then another on her forehead, and left.

It was a strange feeling to stare at the door and wonder about her emotions, she tried to sort them out.  When she realized that she couldn't, she turned and began to change the sheets on her bed.  When she finished she put on her robe then went to the bathroom.  Maria was already there fixing her make-up.

"Just how strong was that tranquilizer?" Jenny asked when Maria turned to look at her.

"Are you okay?  A doctor read your medical history and prescribed it, the doctor you were just with by the way, and of course, he made certain he was here when it was at its peak, but I'm the one who asked for it, and I have been monitoring you.  I've used them from time to time when this gets me down, or I'm having a hard time.  The guys don't want to hear about our problems;  we're how they deal with their problems, so there's always a little pill here if you need one.  They're not all that strong, but I think you've seen how they can help.  I can give you another in an hour and a sleeping pill if you're going to spend the night.  Do you want to make your calls before your next dance?"

Chapter 4: Pretending

Jenny nodded and Maria showed her where the phone was.  Jenny decided to make two calls, her mother, and a friend who would worry.  Marie told her one of the men she would meet in two weeks had a sideline business doing radiator repairs.  He would pickup her car, clean her radiator and put in new coolant.  She could tell her folks that she lost all her coolant, and that the car wouldn't be ready until Sunday.  She wouldn't even have to lie if she spoke carefully

Jenny was shaking when she got off the phone with her mother.  Talking to her friend hadn't been bad, but her mother gave her the fourth degree.  She'd felt like a teen again, coming in late from a date, except she'd never come in from a date after having sex.  As she talked, a mental image flashed of her mother seeing her, sitting on a towel leaking from two places.  Shaved, and prepared to 'entertain' a man whose name she didn't know.  She could imagine the loathing of her parents if they knew what their little princess was doing, and she struggled to keep her self-contempt out of her voice.

For one petrifying moment, she thought her mother was going to send her father up to get her.  It was only the fact that her parents lived almost five hours away that saved her.  She knew she could never hide what she'd been doing if she had to face them.  She could almost see the mortified expression on her father's face, knew neither parent might never speak to her again.  She lied so easily, and assured them that she'd call them in the morning when she was leaving.

As Jenny got herself cleaned-up, she tried to figure out just how much of what she was feeling was real, and how much was chemical.  Her anus was burning, her vagina hurt, and her mouth was sore because she'd 'entertained' three men.

'Men who could protect Jerry!' she told herself forcefully.

Then she sat on the toilet and cried.  She had just given herself a douche and an enema so that the next man she 'entertained' wouldn't be bothered by the evidence that the others had left behind inside her.  She heard the clock chime, pulled herself together, and she went to her room.

As she entered she saw a man reclined under the sheet.  He looked naked, and as she moved into the room she wondered what he would do to her.  He scooted over, lifted the covers and patted the bed for her to get in next to him.  The cold hollowness in her guts she'd felt as she first saw the man was now attacked by a flurry of rabid butterflies.  Using more willpower than she knew she had, she crawled on the bed and lay down beside him.  Tears tried to form, this man was going to fuck her and she didn't have any say in the matter.

He leaned over, she felt his hand on her knee.  As it moved slowly up towards her crotch, she couldn't restrain a cringe.  It was awful;  the slowness forcing her to endure the whole horror of her violation.  Still, she forced her body to remain motionless, trying not to let her stiffness show.

'I've been through this before and it wasn't that bad … right?'

She couldn't do it!  She couldn't just lie there and let him do IT to her.  She wasn't a prostitute, she was willing to let him, but she couldn't just do it this way.

She grabbed his hand forcefully, moved it from her leg and said, "Wait a second, I just can't.  Not this way, I have to have a more!"

She tried, but couldn't look at his face, as the muscles on his arm flinched.

Thinking he was getting angry, she turned a little towards him, still unable to meet his eye and continued, "I'm going to do this, but I'm not a whore.  If you want me to pretend to be one, I'll try, but you're going to have to tell me what we're going to do, or give me a little time.  I am grateful for what you are doing for me, and my husband, but not this way.  Please, I just can't do it that way!"

Some loosening of his body gave her the courage to finally look at his face.

"Please!" then seeing unexpected pain there, she continued, "What's your name?"

The tears formed, but never quite fell.

Propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at her he said, "My name is Mike, I'm not married, my wife was killed by a drunk driver twenty-nine months ago.  I've got a boy five and a girl almost two and a half.  She was three weeks old when we lost Sally.  I don't want a whore either, I'm just starting to date again and I like not having to worry about being so horny I scare a nice girl off.  But, that's not the main reason I'm here.  I mean I like to play sex games like everyone else;  I just don't have that many fantasies that I haven't already done.  You might not understand this but I'm probably as nervous about this as you are.  It's easier with the girls I've been with several times, but what I like to do is pretend that I'm with my wife again.  Her name was Sally, and if you don't mind, I'll call you that.  I enjoy telling my wife that I love her and I like to hear that back.  Sally and I had a great sex life, she enjoyed everything, I'm ashamed to say I strayed once, but that's just because I think all men like variety.  Isn't it funny that now that I can have all the variety I ever dreamed about, all I really want each time is the one woman I cheated on?"

Jenny was overwhelmed.  Relieved that this wasn't going to be what she'd feared, but she felt more than a bit apprehensive about making love to a stranger while acting like a wife … especially when she didn't want to make love at all.  Compressing her lips, reproving herself, she tried to accept that she was going to do it.  Here, she was a sure thing.  The romantic element appealed to her, of course, but she didn't know if she could be intimate in such a profoundly personal act while pretending that she was someone else.  She wondered if she could do what he was doing, pretend that he was Jerry.  Probably not, it sounded like he was going to do things to her that Jerry had never done … the thought made her feel guilty, and she did her best to banish it.

He had been studying her face, and Jenny felt exposed, which he confirmed by saying, "Look, I know this is your first day, all this is probably too much for you.  There'll be other days and other times.  Maybe we could make it easier for you.  For obvious reasons it wouldn't bother me in the least to pretend to be your husband, for example.  Or, we could just be a couple on the big date where we end up in bed.  You're a damn good looking woman and I have to tell you I'm looking forward to what we're going to do, but I do understand it's hard on you.  What can I do to help you?"

Jenny thought about it, was there anything he could do that would make it easier for her?  The only things that came to mind involved not doing IT at all.  She understood that that wasn't an option.

"Could you go kind of slow, I think I'd like that."

"How slow do you want to go?"

At first, Jenny thought that his look implied that he was scared she might not go through with it.  Jenny wanted to say, "You'll get what you want", but realized that it was just possible that he might be willing to wait until next month since he'd have another woman tomorrow and two each weekend until he had another turn with her.  She thought about it but there didn't seem to be any point, seven men or eight what difference did it make after the second or third?

"Slower than you started, I mean I'm already in bed with you, and I don't have any panties on that you need to get into, but if you could start someplace else that might be nice."

She'd tried for a light tone and had smiled, but she now understood that she would wanted to be kissed, to be felt up before a man began to gouge her bottom.

Looking so sincere that Jenny relaxed marginally, he said, "Do you have any fantasies, or do you just want to play this straight."

Jenny thought about it again, of course she had fantasies, but if she ever acted on those she wanted it to be with Jerry, not some stranger who she had to … to fuck or let fuck her.

"I think playing it straight is easier, I know that I'm going to be role playing, but I think that would be easier for me later …" but would it really, if she was going to have to pretend to be a man's dead wife would it ever be easy?  Pretending might be easier than … she leaned up and kissed his cheek, "I never really thought about any of this.  I don't know if it would be easier to play your role later or now.  Tell me a little about what you would want me to do."

He looked into her eyes for an eternity, then with a sad smile he said, "Like I said, Sally and I had a great sex life.  We both liked doing 69, I think we even tried a few position that aren't in the Kama Sutra.  We did it all sorts of semi-public places;  we loved to be a little daring like that.  The only thing we hadn't done was anal.  I had never done it either, but the woman that I had an affair had asked me if I'd like to do that to her.  The idea turned me on, and I was pressuring Sally to do it.  She didn't like the idea, but she never turned me down, she said she might, once she recovered from having Kristin.  I thought that meant if she got tipsy, but … one of the women told me that she probably had.  Uh … physical changes back there because of childbirth.  We were talking about maybe making a 'special night' where we booked a hotel room, and all the trimmings to start our sex life again.  I like to believe that it also would have been a time when she could give me her last virginity and make a big deal about doing it.  We were just talking, I wasn't in that big a hurry, I didn't know that I was pressuring her, until after she was killed.  To be honest, I don't get all that much more out of doing anal, but I love to imagine what that night would have been like.  That's why I like to do it with here with you girls."

Jenny couldn't miss the pain as he had told the story.  If it weren't her bottom he wanted to stick it in;  she would have felt even more sympathy.  However, she'd done anal twice and if she never did it again that would be too soon … except she'd had orgasms each time.  At least he wanted her to pretend to be reluctant about letting him put it in her there … an image of a big hairy man making Jerry bend over flashed through her mind.

Her head shuddered, and she clenched her jaw, as she spoke mentally to her little voice, 'As if I needed the reminder of why I'm doing this.'  Aloud she said, "Okay, I'll do it, or at least I'll try.  What do you want me to do?"

"We can make out for a bit, if you want to give me head first you can, of course I like that.  I'd like to do 69, then I'll enter you to get my dick good and wet.  I'll tell you I love you and I want you to do the same thing.  At some point I'll pull out and ask you to turn over.  If you remember the first time you did it, you can just act that way …" he was studying her and she felt her face flare, " … that was this morning wasn't it?"  When Jenny nodded he continued, "Well then you could try to act like you would if you'd agreed to do this for your Jerry.  It might even help you if you ever decide to do anal with him when he gets out."

Jenny tried to think about that.  She hated the idea.  The concept seemed unnatural, to have a man put it in her there.  Being honest though, the feeling of it inside her wasn't that bad.  If she did anal as much as it looked like she was going to be doing it, it might be something she might want to give to Jerry.  Doing this way might actually help her to remember, so she could act like it was the first time when she did it with him.

"Could I call you Jerry?"

He gave her another of his sad smiles, shook his head gently and said, "Not if you're going to be doing my fantasy, I don't want to mess that up.  I don't mind doing a different one … but this one is too important to me."

His tone was firm there wasn't any point in arguing.  The quote from some Shakespeare it were best done quickly flashed through her mind.  She wanted to get this over with.

"Mike, kiss me, get me ready for what you want to do to me;  don't make me think about it, don't talk about it.  I think that'll make it easier for me;  I'm doing this because I love you and the kids."

The words sounded stilted and hollow but Mike leaned down and began to kiss her, fondling her right breast.  Jenny tried to kiss him as she had Jerry when she was feeling especially loving.  His kiss became more tender, it did feel loving and the more Jenny tried to respond, the more tender the whole process became.

A part of her mind understood that this was a stranger who was taking advantage of her.  but she didn't want to listen to that, she wanted the affection he was giving her.  She wanted it more than she would have thought possible.  She refused to listen to that voice that said it wasn't for her, it was for a dead woman.  She screamed at the voice that it was her body that he was touching and her lips that were being kissed.  He slipped the nightgown off her shoulder and uncovering her right breast.  He broke their kiss and tenderly began to suckle her.  Jenny responded by clutching him to her;  eyes closed, it was almost possible to believe that this was Jerry.  He was so different from the other men who had done this to her today.

"I love you, and I love to have your breast in my mouth Sally."

Jenny had expected the name to be jarring, but instead it was comforting.  She'd been trying to rationalize this all day as if she, the real Jenny wasn't here.  That the person doing these things was someone else.  Having someone call her by a different name made it easier.  He was making love to her and if she was using an assumed name it didn't matter somehow.

"I love you too Mike, and I love what you're doing."

She felt his hand move down to her sex and she opened her legs for him, not even thinking about what she was doing.  His finger found her entrance and pushed into her and she shifted to make it easier for him.  Again, he was tender and because he only left it in her long enough to get it wet, she was able to hold her illusions when he began to search for her clit.  His mouth on her breast felt good, very good.  His finger was arousing her in a very different manner from what had happened earlier.  Keeping her eyes closed helped, but she worried as his head moved lower, to kiss her stomach.  When he reached the area she'd shaved, he showered it with kisses.  He used his tongue to run the length of her gash circling her clit.  It was a sensuous feeling, but she wasn't ready to be touched there.  She wanted his tongue lower and opened her legs to make it easy for him.  Sensitive to her, he moved his tongue lower, slowly pushing it into her, then circling her opening as Jenny took a deep satisfying breath.  At just the right time, his tongue returned to her clit and Jenny felt her passion soar.  She tighten the muscles in her bottom, her crotch rising to his tongue.  With her gluteus squeezed hard, she felt her anus contract.  It reminded her of the purpose of all this preparation.  She couldn't restrain a little mental cringe.

Almost as if he'd sensed it, Mike pulled back his mouth and said, "Don't worry Sally I'll be very gentle, I think it might help if I use a finger to get it ready … okay?"

Jenny knew she'd done this twice.  That it had been her own free will, but it had been different.  She was giving a different kind of permission now.  She'd done what she had been told to do.  Now, she realized how much the sedative had affected her earlier.  This wasn't like that at all.  This is how it would have been if Jerry had asked her to do anal and if she'd agreed.  She didn't want to say anything.  Incredibly she was embarrassed at what he was about to do to her.  To cover than embarrassment, she lifted her hips off the bed allowing him to put his finger where he wanted to put it.  With her eye clenched tightly, she relaxed her bottom and tried not to quiver as she waited for him.

When she felt his finger move between her cheeks she realized that she had to relax even more or he couldn't get his finger back there, and she tried.  With all she had done, it shouldn't have surprised her to feel his finger enter her, but it did.  It was intrusive, very unnaturally intrusive.  As his finger entered her, his tongue began to work on her again, allowing Jenny to concentrate on that rather than the other.  The tongue felt good, but the finger continued to feel foreign, unwanted.  She wanted to push it out but restrained herself by thinking that if he wanted this so badly she could stand it.

When his tongue pulled back, Jenny was disoriented.  She'd been concentrating so hard in her effort to ignore his finger that she wasn't sure what he was doing.  She felt her legs being spread and pushed back until thighs were pressing on her breasts.  As she felt his thing searching for her opening, he cradled her head in his hands.  Jenny had never felt so open, so available for sex, as when he kissed her.  She wrapped her arms around him pulling him to her.  It was as if she wanted to use his body to cover her availability, her wanton openness.  As he entered her, she felt her body caress him.  She squeezed to increase her tactile awareness of his member and the intimate friction.  As she drew his body down to her, she felt such relief that her nakedness was covered that for an eternal second, she didn't think about what she was doing.  He pulled up, just far enough to be able for her eyes to focus on his face as looked down at her.  He shifted so that while he was still pinning her legs to her chest he was able to use his hands to pull down the top of her gown exposing both her breasts, but trapping her arms to her side with the straps.

Jenny had never felt so naked in her whole life, or so closely observed, "You're so beautiful Sally, I love to look at you when I'm inside you like this, to know that you belong to me.  I am so grateful at what you're going to let me do."

His mouth closed on hers and slowly became aware of the taste of her own sex.  It was different than the other times.  She didn't remember his finger leaving her anus, but she was very aware of him being inside her now, but something made her remember where he was going to be next.

"Are you ready to turn over Sally?"

Jenny wasn't ready.  She didn't want to turn over at all.

She didn't want to do it, but she'd promised and she said, "Please kiss me again, then I'll be ready."

He leaned into her pressing her legs to her breasts again, pushing deep into her with his organ;  his kiss was just as penetrating.  His tongue seemed to push down her throat.  As he pulled back, he also pulled out of her.  Jenny felt awkward with her arms pinned by her gown.  As she turned over she felt terribly uncoordinated, which embarrassed her.  When she was on her stomach, she felt her muscles clench in negative anticipation of what he was going to do to her.

Somehow, her gown had fallen down and was covering her bottom.  As Mike lifted it up to expose her bottom Jenny felt like she being opened in a fashion she hadn't since the first time she'd let Jerry pull off her panties.  That had been when she'd lost her virginity.  Even if her rectum had been used twice, she was giving a kind of virginity now.  He began to knead her ass cheeks almost as if her were fondling her breasts.  Lying there, letting him, Jenny understood how she was totally available to him.  His hands moved under her to her hipbones, and he lifted her pelvis up.

"Move your hands down here Sally, I want you to enjoy this as much as I'm going to."

Jenny had had her face down on the mattress, her nose mashed by the weight of her head.  She turned to her right, taking a deep breath she complied.  Moving her hands to her sex, she began to masturbate.  She bit her lip at what she was showing him, but she was more scared of what he was going to do.  She wanted something else to concentrate upon to shift her focus from her arched back.  From the mental image of what she looked like with her rectum thrust up like it was.

She was almost able to give her full attention to her fingers, their caress of her pleasure sites, until she felt his organ penetrated her cheeks.  It moved right to her anus and began to put pressure upon the sphincter.  Her masturbation became frantic as she attempted not to feel the penetration of her rectum.  It hurt but as he slowly pushed the head into her.  The foreignness of what they were doing that struck her … and then it registered.  'They' were doing this.  It wasn't being done to her;  she was fully a part of it.

"Um, Sally, you feel so good," he said, ending in a grunt as all of his cock pushed into her.

Strangely, Jenny became acutely aware of the feeling of her naked breasts on the sheet.  Of the feeling of being bound by her gown, of having no control of what was being done to her breasts, or to her.  Jenny had never been tied up during sex, hadn't ever thought about it, but she did now as he began to pump in her.  She couldn't decide how she felt about that.  Wanting him to finish what he was doing to her bottom blotted out her ability to analyze.  She wanted him to enjoy her, but also wanted this over with, done, finish.  She squeezed him with her anal muscles and while it hurt she knew it would excite him.

"Sally, that felt really good, I love this, how does it feel to you?"

Jenny had to think for a second, "I love it.  Hard, do it hard it feels good."

It's what she would have told Jerry and it was a way of giving she hadn't thought she'd give.  She squeezed again.  and tried to focus on her fingers as he began to pound harder into her.  It didn't hurt as much as she would have thought, and her fingers were working a magic.  Her breathing was becoming more labored as she felt her tension raising.  She felt his orgasm start and she pushed up to accept it.  Her own seemed to recede as he began to slow, and she was surprised to discover that she didn't care.  She was glad that he'd had one, and she felt a warm glow that he'd enjoyed her.  It was like it was when she made love to Jerry.  His pleasure of her body had been enough for her.  The warmth of his sperm inside her was nothing compare to the warmth that flooded her at what she'd done for him.  HIM!  MIKE!  Guilt crashed in on her, she'd given to Mike something that only belonged to Jerry!  Tears erupted, and one rolled down her cheek.

"Oh Sally!" he expelled his breath noisily, "That wasn't that bad was it?"

Jenny felt cold stone form in her heart.  She had done this and he didn't even understand what she'd done!  She shook her head, not wanting to trust her voice, and certain she unable to explain what she was feeling.  He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, exactly where the tear had left its track.

"Hey Jen, you did great, and I appreciate it.  Don't feel bad.  This is exactly what I wanted.  To tell you the truth, no one has done it as good.  You ought to feel good about a job well done."

He pulled out of her and got off the bed.  Jenny watched through her tears as he began to clean his thing of her.  She didn't see any brown stain, but she wasn't sure there hadn't been one.  Her anus was burning, and she thought it might be gapping open.  She wanted to be held, loved, cherished, but what she was getting was not so much as a backward glance as he dressed.  When he walked out the door without saying another word Jenny cried as she hadn't since that awful day in court when they'd taken Jerry away.

'I'll never let that happen again!' she thought, 'I'll let them do it anyway they want, but I'll never pretend to myself again, I'll say the words, but I won't ever let them mean anything, that's Jerry's and no one else.'

She understood what Maria had said.  She'd come close to giving it to Mike, but she understood now, and it would never happen again.  She'd almost been unfaithful in her heart, she understood the danger, and it wouldn't happen again.  Gratitude!  They could get that, even affection, but no more!  She pulled her gown up over her breasts, and got out of bed.  As she stood and leaned over the bed to strip the sheets, she felt his gunk try to fall out of her anus.  She clamped rectum but still felt it ooze out of her.  Despondent she sat down on the clump of sheets and cried, holding her head in her hands.

Something akin to anger dried her tears.

Her fingers sought her sex, and she spread her legs and said aloud, "This is yours Jerry, it belongs to you.  They can use it to protect you, but it's yours."

Unconsciously she began to masturbate as she thought about just how much she loved her husband.  In a little over two minutes she stopped.  She didn't want an orgasm … she wanted Jerry and she wanted to wait.  She sighed, resigned.  Her anus relaxed, releasing what was left of Mike from inside her.  She wasn't sorry to have him gone.

She reached up and pinched her nipples, "Yours Jerry, no one else’s!" she almost shouted.

Then, she buried her face in her hands and cried.  She had no idea why she'd done what she'd just done, she hadn't felt horny, but it had seemed so important to remind her why she was here.  One hand moved to her sex and she quickly reached an orgasm.  She understood that in some twisted way she wanted to have an orgasm that wasn't related to what she was doing here.  Something for her husband … somehow.  It didn't make sense, it wasn't logical, but it helped.  She knew she couldn't prevent having orgasms for men who knew how to make her cum.  She had always cum easily to manual stimulation, but she didn't have to make a present of it for THEM!  It didn't make sense, but if she couldn't explain it, she was certain that there was something that she'd had never, and must never let another man have.

She used some wipes to clean her bottom and there were stains on the sheets where she'd been sitting.  Jenny chose not to look at them as she finished stripping the bed.  After she'd put on clean sheets, she looked at the bed.  A bed where four more men would put their sperm into her.  A bed where she'd play a role, but where she would always hold something back.  Doing this was going to be a job, one that might be fun at times, and at times not fun.  But never again would all of 'Jenny' be there to accept their gunk!

When she got to the bathroom the clock had just chimed the half hour and she was surprised to see Maria already in there.  She had tears in her eyes and she was sitting on the pot with her enema bag draining into her.

"What happened?"

Jenny felt an ice cold bolt flash through down her spine.

"They can hurt us!  No matter how hard we try, they can hurt us!  We can't do this without being vulnerable, and sometimes it hurts to know that they care so little about us.  We need affection too, it's the only way not to be a whore, but when one of the ones you can normally count on getting that from, just fucks you … it hurts.  Next time I won't let him hurt me, never again!"

Jenny felt the fear and dread that she'd thought she just put behind her.  If Maria could still be hurt, how could she hope to escape it?

"What happened?"

Marie blew her nose.

Still sitting on the pot, the liquid sounds of the enema draining clearly audible she said, "You know how the major was, and how it was with Sam?  Well there are some who just like us.  Men you can feel like a woman around and not like a scumbag, or a hole to cum in.  We need those, I need those, and you'll need them too.  You don't give your heart, but they're the ones that you might have an affair with if you didn't have this setup.  They treat you like a woman, and it makes you feel good.  Mark is like that to me and I actually look forward to being with him.  We normally make love for the whole time, and I do mean make love.  It's different, but I need it and you will too.  I don't know what the deal was today, but he was pissed about something and he took it out on me.  I walked in smiling, looking forward to him and he had me stop and turn around and bend over.  He took me up the butt without even taking off his pants, he just unzipped and when he finished he stomped out without saying another word, giving me a kiss or anything.  It hurts to have your ass busted, but nothing like being fucked up the ass by someone you care for!"

As she was talking she'd finished her enema.  When she stood from the commode she had another crying jag.  Without thinking about it, Jenny opened her arms and Maria came into them.  They held each other and they cried.

Just as the clock chimed the three quarter hour Jenny started to get control of herself.  It was only then that she realized that Maria had stopped crying and was using her arm to comfort her.

"Jenny we'll have to redo our make-up and there are a couple of the girls you want to be careful about hugging.  They swing both ways;  they won't get out of line, but they enjoy doing the threesomes."

Jenny felt her jaw drop, "Threesome!" it had just never occurred to her and yet if they were there to fulfill fantasies, what bigger fantasy was there for most men than to have two women in their bed at the same time.

Maria gave her an ironic grin and said, "Yeah, I think we're set to do one today, our last dance, don't worry about it, you don't have to do anything that's over the line.  We don't even have to kiss each other on the mouth, much less anywhere else.  The closest we'll come is if he wants us both to suck his cock at the same time.  If he does want that, lips and tongues might touch, but frankly that's better than the other stuff we'll be kissing and licking."

Later Jenny decided it showed her strange state of mind, but at that moment, she found she was more curious than shocked.  She didn't know what was done in a threesome.  She'd had a dream once, after Jerry had been locked up.  It had been about Jerry and another man, a parent of one of her students, joining her in bed.  They had both made love to her, taking turns.  In her dream, it seemed that at one point both men entered her vaginally at the same time, but she hadn't been stretched by the act, just completely filled.  The next morning she had had to change the sheets, and resolved to never be alone with any students fathers.

Now, having done oral and anal sex now, she could understand how she could 'entertain' two men at the same time, but she didn't see how a man could use two women at the same time.  She had three places, but a man only had one penis.  Seeing her expression Maria began to explain how it was done.  Jenny felt herself blush at even the idea being that intimate with someone, while someone else was in the same bed.  The idea of licking a man's balls while he was making love to another woman was shocking to say the least.  The idea of having her mouth or tongue that close to another woman's sex threaten to make her vomit.

"You've done that?  With your mouth with someone else's … that close?"

"I've done a lot more than that!  I've eaten muff pie and all the rest.  No I don't swing both ways, but when you get into it, it's sometimes easier to do that sort of thing than not.  It turns the little dears on like crazy and any woman can give better head than the best tongue man in the world.  Like I said I don't swing that way, but it doesn't bother me, after all what's the difference in doing 69 with a man I don't much care for and doing the same thing with a woman who I do like.  You don't have to go down on me, but why would my going down on you be worse than letting the next guy you see go down on you?  I promise you that I'll do a better job than anyone else and you don't have to worry about my using you either.  You don't have to do it to me, but if you do the dance will go faster and we'll both have a better time."

Jenny started to sputter that there was a huge difference, but before she could form a coherent sentence Maria changed subject, talking about what to do about dinner.  Jenny let her.  This morning she would have sworn that she would never go to bed with another man.  The idea of doing anal or oral sex this morning would have been inconceivable.  Jenny had several lesbian friends but she'd never even considered what would be involved in doing something with another woman.  She was repulsed by the very idea, even touching another woman with her finger seemed much much worse than what she'd already done.

Chapter 5: The Law

After Jenny cleaned up, they fixed dinner and chatted.  Jenny knew that sex had been part of what they discussed, that she'd enjoyed the meal, but later she couldn't remember what they'd discussed or the food.  All she remembered was the Kafkaesque moment of sitting on a towel, leaking from both holes, while dressed only in a flimsy nightgown, chatting with a woman whose bed she would share later.

It was getting dark when they finished cleaning up after the meal and made their way back to bathroom to prepare for the next dance.  Jenny was scared by how routine the process had become.  She knew the tranquilizer was a time released for twelve hours, but she wanted to be more disturbed about preparing for anonymous sex.

When the clock chimed the hour, Jenny walked to her room still feeling totally numb.  Whatever this man was going to do to her, would be minor compared to the last dance with Maria.

'Besides,' she thought, 'I've done it all anyway.'

The room was dark, and when she turned on the light, her blood froze.  The man standing in the middle of the room was a sheriff, complete with a drawn gun!

In the gruffest of voices he growled, "You're under arrest for prostitution, now turn around and put your hands behind your back.  If you think you can get out of this by giving free samples like last one, you've got another thing coming!"

Jenny relaxed marginally.  The crack about 'free samples' was a dead give away this was simply another fantasy.  One, which actually tickled her fancy.

"Oh please officer, I'll do ANYTHING not to be arrested.  I've never been arrested before and I don't want a record.  Please I'll do anything, absolutely anything for you if you'll give me a break," Jenny almost giggled.

The man scowled at her, "Get those hand behind your back so I can cuff you … no wait I'd better search you first.  Lean up against that door and spread your legs;  I want to make sure you don't have a weapon."

Jenny again suppressed a giggle as she leaned up against the door like she'd seen suspects do on TV.  The man began to' frisk' her starting on her naked right ankle.

He worked his way up to her crotch, feeling her shaved skin, "Do you having anything hidden inside here, do I need to do a cavity search?"

Unable to suppress a grin she vamped, "I'm soooo empty inside.  I promise, you can check with anything you have, but shouldn't a female officer be doing this?"

Still growling he said, "There's none available and besides whores don't need a woman cop.  As long as you've been on the street you should know that.  how long have you been doing this anyway?"

Trying to sound like an innocent ingénue she gushed, "Oh today is my first time to do this I promise!"

Jenny couldn't believe that she was being so light hearted about this, but it was so phony that it was almost fun.

His hands went up her waist, then to her breasts and he did a through job of making sure she didn't have anything hidden there.  At the same time, he pushed his crotch into her bottom and his 'search' became very sexual.  Jenny found herself responding to that, aware her genitals began tingling.

'I must like the idea of being forced like this better than the idea of having to do it on my own,' she thought.

She was very aware that she was pushing her bottom back on him almost as hard as he was pushing into her.

For the first time his voice sounded normal, "Okay, I don't think you're armed, at least with anything other than the weapons all women carry.  Bring your hands down behind your back and I'm going to put the cuffs on you."

Jenny did like she'd seen on TV, one hand at a time and felt real handcuffs on her wrists.  Being handcuffed for the first time in her life had a very different effect on her than she expected.  When his hands went to her bottom and began to feel her buttocks she was breathing hard.  When he spun her around and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her locked ones, she felt helpless and his kiss was very exciting.  She parted her legs when he pulled her bottom to his crotch.

Using his body, he frog walked her to the bed.  Jenny was unprepared when he broke the kiss and stepped back and shoved her.  Off balance, she landed on her back, her nightgown above her waist and her shaved cunt was open for view!  CUNT!  She'd never thought of it as that in her life, but right now that's what she was showing him.  To emphasize the point she slowly spread her legs.  As he looked, that cunt became very wet!

No smiling, his voice lilting he said, "No you don't, you don't get off that cheap.  If you want to beat this rap your going to have to do more than straight sex, I want an around the world starting with a blow job!"

Jenny wasn't sure what that meant, but the way she was sprawled she couldn't sit up.  Rolling to her side, she started to stand when she felt his hand on the top of her head holding her down.  He stepped close to her as she sat on the bed and unzipped his pants and took out his organ.  Jenny had a quick look at the sixth one she'd seen in her whole life before it was pushed into her mouth.  She did what she'd been taught, enhanced by the instructions that he gave her.  It only grew a fraction, but the pleasure sounds he was making let her know that she was doing what he wanted.

"That's enough," he said pulling it out of her mouth, "Standup and turn around;  I can't trust you.  I'm going to handcuff you to the wall to make sure you don't try anything funny while you work your way out of a trip to the station."

Jenny stood, and let him unlock her.  He directed her to the bed, and she lay down, her hands extended above her.  She wasn't surprised to find that there were hooks on the headboard that let him use two sets of handcuffs to secure her to it.  Pulling on each, she confirmed that she been secured.  Before she could wonder if he was going to do anything to her legs, they were lashed to shiny leg irons.  Those were fastened to something on the floor.  He produced a rubber ball and made her open her mouth.  It was only when it had been strapped around her head that she realized that not only couldn't she make a sound, it was impossible to get it out of her mouth.

For a few seconds she panicked and tried to get free.  After thrashing about for a minute or two, she felt a cold knot of fear begin in her lower stomach.  Even if this was a game, she was secured and she wasn't going to be able to keep him from doing anything that he wanted to do.

In a new and very menacing voice he said, "As you just found out, you're not going anywhere.  You can't make a sound that anyone here can hear.  You're my captive and I'm going to teach you why you shouldn't be on the streets!  There are monsters on these streets;  some of them would tear you up.  Why I took this whip off a pervert just a couple of hours ago!"

From somewhere he produced a wicked looking cat of nine tails!  Before she could react to the terror building, he brought it swinging down hard on her breasts, making no attempt to pull the blow.  It took several more seconds for Jenny to realize that there had been no pain with the blow.  Looking more carefully she could see that the 'whip' was made out of very soft cloth, it only looked like leather.  She had been hurt more in friendly pillow fights.

Her passion roared back, amplified.  She found the idea of being helpless before prevent, sexy.  He pulled up her nightgown so that her breasts were in the open and he struck her several more times with his 'whip'. The only pain was from the hardness of her nipples as they shot to attention.  When he whipped her between her legs, she felt her arousal actually drip down to sheet.  She was sure she was making a wet spot.

Taking the whip handle, he rubbed it up and down her slit, and the amount of her wetness on it embarrassed her.  He dropped the whip and began to manipulate her breasts, playing with her rock hard nipples He explored her body, he took liberties with her, and everything he did excited her even more.  Still when he reached under the bed and pulled out a penis shaped dildo Jenny felt her eyes get very wide.  Some of her girlfriends had constantly teased her about vibrators, after Jerry had been locked up, but Jenny had never used one.  She could feel her heart race, but this time she didn't know if it was fear or passion.

The buzzing noise it made when he turned it on sounded ominous.  Jenny screamed through the gag when he touched it to the highly sensitive skin between her thigh and vaginal lips.  The feeling was so different, it took Jenny several seconds to realize just how sexy it felt.  He lightly traced the outline of those lips then ran the buzzing thing down the dripping slit Jenny couldn't keep her body from twitching, and she wasn't sure if it was to get away, or to get firmer contact.  As he began to circle the thing around her clit, she felt her body build toward an orgasm.  Right before she tipped over the edge, he pulled it away.  Jenny strained to gain control, but the muscles in her legs were going into spasms and every muscle in her crotch remained drawn inward, poised for a massive explosion, waiting only for the slightest contact to trigger it.  Jenny could felt actual beads of sweat form on her forehead as she looked at the man who was torturing her by not touching her.

He caught her eye and in a very authoritative voice said, "Jenny I'm going to put this little toy inside you.  You don't get a choice about that;  the only choice you get is where it goes.  I don't care myself, but if you want it in your asshole, you're going to have to lift off the bed so I can get it in there, so think about it.  If I see you lifting I'm going to put it up your ass and fuck your cunt, if I don't then, I'm going to shove it up your cunt, and fuck your ass.  So," he let the word hang, "which do you want?"

Jenny blinked, then blinked again.  Her brain was struggling, as if she'd gone days without sleep.  Was her really going to put that thing inside one of her 'places' and take her in the other?  As she forced her brain to think, she discovered that what upset her was that she couldn't rouse the indignation she thought she should feel.

Looking into his eyes, she saw him shift his gaze to her crotch.  It reminded her how open she was.  In response, she tried to pull her legs together, and in a physical way discovered that she was bound.  It was impossible to keep this man from doing what he wanted;  she only had the choice he left her.  That forced her to think about how she was going to do it with him.  She realized was that she would rather have that vibrator in her twat, close to her clit where she'd get the most value from it.  Still, even though she'd done anal all day she couldn't ask for it.  It was irrational, to ask for the dildo to but put in her rectum rather than to acknowledge that she was willing to let him take her anally.  She bit the rubber ball in her mouth tried to raise up her bottom.  It had been more an attempt to see if she could, but his expression let her know he thought she'd made her choice.

Now, all her attention was focused on her rectum as she tried to prepare for the thing to be shoved into her.  She felt the tip and she pushed out to make its entry easier when it stopped.

"Jenny!  Look at me not at the ceiling!" he said as he released the ball gag in her mouth.

Jenny hadn't been aware that she was looking at the ceiling, but now she was very aware that she was looking at the face of a man who was putting a dildo in her anus!  She was even more aware that he was looking closely at her, studying her expression.  Reading her response to what he was doing to her.  Jenny couldn't ignore the vibration in her anus, but having her face studied so closely made her extremely self-conscious, and in her nervousness, she flashed a smile.

'A smile at the man doing this to me?' she thought, 'how inappropriate can I get?'

But if she wasn't going to smile at him as he put that thing inside her what expression should she give him?  She knew she was breathing hard, and that her anal sphincter was reacting to the vibrations in a strange way;  A way she couldn't quite identify as pleasant or unpleasant.  Confused, she wanted to just close her eyes and let him do what he would, but he forced her to respond.

Hearing and feeling the vibrator, she said meekly, "Please don't look at me like this, it embarrasses me."

He grinned sardonically, "What do you want me to look at?  If you don't want me to study your reactions what should I do?"

Jenny's mind raced, from out of nowhere came, "Don't just look at me, get it IN me.  Come up here and kiss me like a man!"

It took Jenny several seconds to realize that she'd just asked to be double penetrated, and that she wasn't embarrassed about it.  She wanted that thing in her rectum and she wanted him to put his cock in her, she was excited and she'd wanted to be used as a woman not examined like a lab experiment.  He nodded, replace her gag, and she felt the dildo being pushed all the way up her bottom.  It felt hard, but she was very aware the effect on her breathing, she was breathing as hard as if she'd just finished a floor routine.  He was also breathing hard as he moved up over her, his organ seeking her opening.

He stopped for a second and said, "This is your only chance;  if you'll agree to leave the streets forever, I'll let you go home right now.  Otherwise I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be off work for a month.  Tell me do you want me to let you go or do you want me to fuck you?"

Jenny didn't want to be unlocked right now.  There was something liberating about being locked up.  To be taken like this was exciting and as she felt him enter her, she began to move to increase the friction of their bodies as his organ moved deep inside her.  The vibrator in her ass touched his cock through inside her.  She knew there was a membrane separating the two, but she could only feel the touch, the stimulus was more than she'd expected.

For long seconds she reveled in her inability to keep him out of her, before she remembered she hadn't tried.  On an impulse, she tried to push him off and out of her.  She bucked, twisted, tried to turn and finally she tried to pull back.  She tried to 'fart' the dildo, but it didn't move.  Like most women, she'd had a rape fantasy, but she'd never thought that someone would actually be able to take her against her will, not if she was fighting it.  Now she knew that she could be had, no matter what her wishes.  She found it liberating in a way she couldn't have conceived of yesterday.  She felt so wet it was like she'd sprung a leak between her legs.  Her vagina felt so open, inviting … and large, she wondered if it was possible for him to feel her on him.  She tried to squeeze, but her muscles down there had turned to mush.  She believed she could have an elephant taking her, and she'd still feel 'loose'.

In a sexual daze, she became aware that he was biting her nipples.  Biting hard enough to make her scream in pain, but she couldn't pull them away from him.  When he sucked her whole breast into his mouth it was like sticking a hot knife in her sexual core.

He ground down on her with his pelvis and she came, screaming as loud as she could into her gag.  He collapsed on her and she screamed louder but this time in frustration in not being able to take him in her arms.  He lay on her for several minutes and Jenny gradually came off her sexual peak.  She became aware that he was still dressed in his sheriff outfit.  That the edge of his nametag was cutting her nipple.  The vibrator in her anus was now becoming painful.  She tried to move but he was too heavy.  Something about her movement must have penetrated his consciousness.

"I'm sorry, Darlin' is that hurting you?" he asked in a different tone and voice than he'd used to this point.

Jenny knew it was real, his true voice.  When she nodded, he moved.  He looked down at her breasts and saw where her right nipple had been abused by the nametag.  He leaned down and took the nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it as you would any other cut or wound.

It felt good in a non-sexual way.  He reached under her and eased the dildo from her anus;  it was a relief.  A few seconds later, he reached up and unlocked her handcuffs.  Jenny flexed her hands and then reached behind her to take the gag out of her mouth.  Once she'd done that, she kissed his forehead and wrapped her arms around him in a big hug, still feeling him inside her.  She was a little surprised by that kiss.  She was confused and didn't want to think about it, so she gave his organ another squeeze causing him to slip out of her.

"Well little lady, I guess you earned a get out of jail free card," he said with a chuckle, which made Jenny giggle.

This time had been fun, the unreality of what was done to her and the lack of her willing participation had made it easier.

Looking serious, and fatherly, he said, "I've got to get a move on, I'm glad you're dealing with this so well, I wasn't sure that you'd be able to handle some of the games that some of us like to play on your first shift.  I'm sorry about your nipple;  I'll give Mike a call and I'll drop off whatever he thinks will help it before you leave.  I know some of the guys like to dance a little rough.  If you're okay with that, they'll appreciate it.  I knew nothing I was going to do would hurt you … but you'll always have a safe word so that it never goes further than your comfort level.  Have you done rough sex?"

Jenny had been feeling a knot of fear form again in her stomach, "I've never done anything like that, and I don't think I want to … are you sure they won't make me?"

"Of course not, but they will ask you to try it to see how far you can go.  Look, you liked what we did, so don't rule out that you might like other things too.  I like to play the cop, but there are other roles we enjoy.  You might find you like those even better.  Just keep an open mind.  Remember that what most of us are here for is what we can't get at home, I love my wife, but even though we've been married twelve years, the only time I've seen her pussy was when one of our kids was being born!  We never even make it with the lights on, much less in the daylight."

While he'd been talking, he'd been cleaning up, first his dildo, then his cock on one of those handy baby wipes.  After zipping, he was standing at the door.  After her released her leg irons, Jenny noted that her nightgown was pulled up to her neck, that all her 'charms' were on display.  When he walked to the door, he turned for one last look.  On a whim she swung around on the bed so he could get a good look at her 'pussy' she even going so far as to open her legs so he could get a good view.

"Before you leave, at least tell me your name?"

"The nametag and the uniform are real, I'm the county sheriff, and I'm the reason we don't have to worry about getting busted for real.  My first name's Jim and I can also provide cover if someone wants to investigate why your husband might be getting special protection."

He gave her a salute and left.  Jenny hadn't given any thought to trying to blackmail the men who were using her.  Now it was pretty clear that if she wanted to try, she'd have a pretty hard time doing anything.  As she changed sheets and walked to the bathroom, she was still trying to sort out her emotions.  She understood that at some level she accepted that she was going to make love … fuck men to keep Jerry safe and that while she didn't like the idea, she was prepared to hold up her end of the deal.

When Maria joined her, she talked about how her attitude was changing.  Maria said that it was how all the women felt.  No one wanted to do this;  they all wanted to stay faithful to their men.  However, every single one talked about how they could separate what they did here from 'real life'.

"We all like the role playing dances more than the guys who want more from us, like Jerry.  He's hard to do because he wants a response that is hard to give.  We all want tenderness but having to fake love is a lot harder."

Chapter 6: The Lover?

As the clock was striking the hour, Jenny walked through the door and saw her next 'dance partner'.  He was the best-looking man she'd seen to this point, the youngest as well, only a few years older than she.  Jenny's immediate reaction was that this one might be fun if he didn't want anything too weird.

'He's the first one I might have been attracted to if I met him on the street,' she thought.

It should have set off alarm bells.

He smiled at her, a warm inviting, smile, casual, and friendly, and then said, "Ah, Jenny, I've been looking forward to getting to know you."

'Sure,' Jenny thought trying not to react to him, 'as in biblically know!'

She felt a touch of hope, she didn't think she could just crawl up on the bed and 'do it'.  As he moved towards her, instead of the bed, Jenny braced herself for whatever he was going to do.  She was emotionally unprepared when he reached over her and took the robe off the hook.

"Let's go out to the living room and visit for a while, I do want to know more about you, who you are."

He helped her put her robe on and escorted her to the living room.  When he showed her into a chair and then took his place on a couch several feet away, Jenny felt her defenses relax.

"Now I want to know everything about you;  let's start with where you were born.  I don't think that what you did before that counts for much, a priori theory to the contrary."  He said it with a charming grin and he looked expectantly at Jenny.

Confused, and uncomfortable, she'd braced herself to 'fuck' this guy.  She found she hadn't prepared for his more personal assault.  When the pregnant silence grew unbearable, she blurted out where she was born.  He responded with a corny joke, but she laughed, draining some of her tension.  This led to another innocuous but personal question.

Slowly, unaware of the scope, Jenny began to tell her life story.  With only minor prompting, she told all about Jerry, from when they met until what she'd seen today.  He then led the conversation into areas, areas that she was interested and current events that she followed, carefully keeping everything non-sexual and focused on her.

He was funny and the easiest person to talk to that Jenny had ever met.  She relaxed to the point that she forgot that she was wearing a robe, with a flimsy nightgown and nothing else.  When he began to flirt with her she wasn't conscious that she stopped clutching the neck of the robe, allow her neck to become visible.  His flirting was so lightly done, that Jenny was not aware of her response.  She was entranced by the intensity with which he listened to her.  He treated her every word as jewel to be treasured, weighed and studied.  Jenny could have talked for hours, and lost all track of the time.  He was just so natural that Jenny felt like she was talking to one of her girlfriends, but she was acutely aware that he was male, very male.

She became eager to understand this fascinating man.  Kevin, she learned, was ex-military working his way through college by working at the prison.  He was single and she discovered his desire to teach.  Jenny hadn't thought about why she was her until she saw Maria exit from her bedroom, and hurry to the bathroom.

Looking at the clock realized that they only had five minutes before he was to leave.  She felt like she'd been dashed with ice water.  Without this setup, she would have been drawn to Kevin.  If she wasn't married, he was the type of guy she'd want to date.  The idea of having to do a quickie was very distasteful;  Not because she found the idea of going to bed with him undesirable, quite the contrary.  If they'd met at a bar, he might have been able to get her to break her vows, assuming she hadn't had more sex today than she wanted in a month.

Still, she wanted to make the offer, "Kevin, I'm sorry I didn't keep up with the time, do you want to …"

He gave her another of those warm friendly smiles, "Jenny, don't worry.  I traded so that I actually have a double today, Harry gets a threesome tomorrow.  I just can't handle … well how most of these guys operate with a new girl.  I want to help worthy inmates, and this group is the safest way to do it.  It might surprise you to know that I don't 'dance' with all of the girls here.  I'd rather not have sex than to make it with someone I don't admire, or who doesn't want me as much as I want her.  I'll help Jerry even if we never do anything more than talk, so relax.  Can I get you something to drink?  I'm going to have a rum and coke … how about you?"

He started to get up and Jenny stood, realizing that she wanted to wait on him.

"Let me get those for us, I appreciate what you're doing and it's the least I can do."

As she fixed their drinks, she tried to sort out what she was feeling.  Her emotions where too muddled, and she decided, like Scarlet O'Hara, to worry about that tomorrow … she had always been good at compartmentalizing, and she'd wanted to continue to use that talent today.  Because she'd helped fix dinner, she knew where things were in the kitchen.  She put ice in the glasses, got two cans of coke from the fridge, found a bottle of rum and a lime.  She cut the lime put everything on a tray and carried it back into the living room.

As she set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, she said.  "I don't know how much rum to put in so I thought I'd let you mix them for us.  I don't want too much in mine, I don't drink much and …"

She was going to say that she still had another dance after he left, but it embarrassed her, and she didn't want to think about that right now.

Instead, she stood and watched as he mixed her drink then his.

He didn't use all the coke in hers saying, "Here try this.  See if it's too strong.  If it is we can water it down with more coke."

When he held the glass up, she took it, and without thinking and sat beside him to sample it.  It wasn't until she was seated that she realized how awkward it would be to get up and move back to her chair.  To cover her nervousness she took another very long pull on her drink, it had a little taste to it, but mostly it tasted like a flat coke with lime.

Kevin didn't seem to take any notice that she was practically touching him.  He just took up their conversation where they'd left off.  Jenny tried to discount his flattery, and flirting, but she couldn't forget that she was 'a sure thing'.  He didn't need to say these things, and she needed so badly to hear them.

He told a joke that was rather dirty, but Jenny burst out laughing it relieved more of her tension.  He told several more, all sexual and all very dirty but all of them were funny.  Jenny was laughing so hard she wasn't aware that her robe was gaping open.  He told one had a punch line about anal sex that Jenny found extremely funny.  She wondered if she would have even gotten it yesterday.  She knew she wouldn't have listened.

When she finished her drink, Kevin took it and made her a second one.  As he handed it to her, their fingers touched, and a current shot between them.  Jenny looked him in the eye and trying to let him know she wanted to be kissed.  Setting the drink down, he put his arm behind her on the couch.  Jenny moved into him;  taking her in his arms and he kissed her.  Their tongues touched and the current between them grew.

A distant part of Jenny noted the clock chiming nine o'clock.  Hearing movement, she opened her eyes to see Maria going into her bedroom.  Relaxing, she realized she hadn't wanted Maria to see her doing anything more daring than kissing.  Now that she was assured of privacy, Jenny closed her eyes and pressed her body to Kevin's.  When he didn't respond, she let her breasts rub on his chest.  Her nipples harden at the contact.

Jenny expected Kevin to lead her to her bedroom.  When he didn't, she felt an irrational frustration.  Even though she'd been involved in sex all day, she wanted this man who'd taken the time to court her.  She was responding to him in a way she wouldn't have thought possible.  All day long men had used her body.  After all that sex, she needed to be wanted for who she was.

Brushing his pants, she found him hard and wondered why he hadn't acted.  Gently, he moved her hand and broke the kiss.

"Jenny, I like you, and you can feel that I want you.  But unless you can say that you'd go to bed with me even if it wasn't for the bargain you've made, I won't go to bed with you.  You just felt that that I want you physically, but I want more than that.  I think you're the sexiest woman in the whole group, but I know you love your husband.  So, I won't take advantage of you that way.  If you're ready for an affair then so am I.  If not let's just keep on with what we were doing."

He moved back and kissed her.  Jenny banished all her little voices.  She was wet between her legs from just the kiss.  Of course, she didn't want to have an affair, but she feared for her sanity if she didn't get what Kevin was offering.  She'd already had sex with five men today, and as she was being filled by their orgasms, she'd been drained emotionally.  She was so emotionally needy that she would offer anything physically to get affection.  She hadn't known that she needed approval and acceptance so urgently, but clearly, she did.

She kissed him, trying to show her need without words.  When she felt his hands caressing her face, she had to have more.  She wanted the proof that someone cared about more than her sexual parts.  His touch of her face was his offering.  She responded by moving his hand to her right breast, pressing it to her chest.

While their tongues sought the other, she held her breath, hoping he would cherish breast and not fondle it sexually.  He clutched her to him, holding her breast as she had hope.  He held her the way a lover does as he drifts off to sleep with his beloved.  Her needs whetted, Jenny wanted more.  She felt like a flower, long un-watered being given a nutrient bath.

She needed love;  her banished voices couldn't warn her of the faux nature of what she was getting.  A different kind of passion stirred, one she hadn't felt all day.  She'd sensed it earlier with Mike.  The love of a mate, but it had been like smelling a neighbor's cooking, creating hunger without hope.  Kevin knew her, the real Jenny, and he wanted her.  Jenny wanted to express the love she'd bottled up for so many months.  Mentally and emotionally endowing Kevin with the essence of what she loved in her husband, she needed to have this man inside her.

Words without thought, without weight, without analysis, swirled in her head, 'How could it be cheating if I am obliged to be with him?  How could I worry about cheating since I've been with five men today?  Is there any way this could somehow be more unfaithful than what I've already done?  I have already agreed to be with so many men, so many times why would this time be different?  Isn't it okay to have one of the men she was doing this with, be more than just …"

Something refused to let her needs finish and needs supplied.

What did it matter?  If she had to have sex all day, was it so bad to have one of those times help her get through all this?  She stood, took his hand from her chest and pulled him to his feet.  She kissed him, and again and lost herself in that kiss.  Pressing her body to his, she wrapping her arms around his neck, and ground her pelvis on his organ.  He pushed her out to arm's length, enough distance to let her eyes focus on his.

"Jenny, are you ready to cheat on your husband with me?"

Jenny answered by pulling herself to him pressing hard on his erection, while letting him see the heat in her eyes.

Again, he pushed her from him, "I want to hear you say it."

Ruthlessly stifling the little voice in her head, Jenny whispered, "Yes, I'm going to cheat on him, but don't make me talk about him right now.  Please!"

She took his hand and led him to her bedroom.  Closing the door behind them, she hung her robe on the hook and watched as he undressed in front of the bed.  She felt a tingle in her twat and cold knot in her stomach.  Fear?  Anticipation?

'Both,' her body responded.

This wasn't like the others times today.  Again, the little voice tried to warn her but she let her actions strangle it.  Moving to him as soon as he had his pants off, she pressed her scarcely covered breasts into his naked chest.  Using her body, she pushed him back until he sat on the edge of bed.  Kneeling, she pulled his boxer shorts down exposing his erection.  Jenny's heart began to race;  she could feel her blood roaring in her ears.  She swallowed, trying to generate moisture in her suddenly dry mouth.  She was breathing so fast she felt light headed.  Every instinct screamed for her to run.  Instead, she bent over and pulled his boxers all the way to his ankles, giving his organ a little kiss as her mouth passed.  Straightening, she absently noted that it was about the same size as the others she'd seen.  Only Mike had been a tiny bit larger than the others erect, but his was different.  There was more skin, and it covered the head.

Without thinking, she straddled him, sitting on his lap, her eyes locked on his.  She had thought that it might go right up inside her.  She'd wanted that, but instead it had slid up her slit and was poking out between them.  The pressure on her clit sent shivers down her spine.  Kevin's eyes bore into her, and she sat very still.  Not breaking eye contact until the last possible second, he lifted her nightgown and allowed it to fall over his head.  Jenny was trembling, her eyes not vacant as he took her right breast into his mouth.  His tongue swirled the injured nipple and the pain made her gasp.  She hadn't known she was holding her breath.  Jenny lifted to try to take his organ inside her again.  Again, it slid up her very wet gash.  The contact with her clit almost made her moan …

Kevin lifted her off her feet, standing in one powerful fluid motion.  As he set her down, he lifted her nightgown over her head, throwing to the floor.  He pushed her to arm's length, this time so he could look at her.  Jenny stood very still, letting him enjoy what he was seeing.  She banished a fleeting memory of the first time she'd done this with Jerry.  She'd blushed then and she did now … but she didn't move.

Because of what he was giving her, she gave him the right to look.  He pulled her to him and he kissed her again.  His penis mashed against her naked skin.  His wetness on it seemed so very hot that felt she'd been permanently branded.  His hand on her back seemed to singe her skin.  He got on the bed, moved to the far side and directed her to lie down on it.  When she did, he propping himself up and began to study her.  First, he examined her face.  Jenny wanted to turn away, to hide her much catalogued imperfections, but his eyes froze her.  Those eyes were so deep Jenny thought she could see her own reflection on them.  When at last he smiled, Jenny felt the same rush of pride she felt at winning a gymnastic meet.  His focus shifted to her body.  Jenny had never felt so vulnerable in her entire life.  He leaned inspecting her breasts.

"Does that nipple hurt?  That happened today didn't it?"

His compassion washed over her and she wasn't embarrassed.  He knew what she had been doing all day, and his voice soothed her.  She wanted, needed for him to want her knowing everything she'd done.

Calmly she said, "Yes, my last dance partner had a name tag on and it caught my nipple wrong."

She quivered mentally for his response.  His acceptance of her central to her core needs.

When he didn't ask more, but simply asked, "Do you want me to go easy on it, or ignore it entirely?" she knew he'd come through for her again.

He was accepting her.  A lover knew that his beloved had sex with her husband, but he didn't care.  Their affair was apart from that.  Jenny was sure the details of what she'd done wouldn't change his feelings for her.  He might enjoy the telling, but he didn't have prurient interest in them.

By accepted that she was doing here, he became ever so much more special to her.  He continued his minute examination of her.  Only a magnifying glass would have uncovered more of her.  By letting him see her this minutely, Jenny knew that she was giving him certain rights to her body that were different from what she'd done with others.  He kissed her mound.  She shifted her legs, drawing back her knees to give him full access to her down there.  As he looked at her, he touched her skin, first feeling the smoothness of her shave then just experiencing the texture of the skin that made up her genitals.  Jenny knew she was wet, but she also knew she had K-Y down there.  As his fingers probed her vagina and then her anus, she wished she'd been able to get him inside her earlier.  Then the gel wouldn't be so evident.  It was odd that what was bothering her wasn't the incredible intimacy she was allowing him, but that he would see the preparations she had made for having sex without intimacy.

She didn't want him to think of her as someone who would have sex with strangers.  Still, as she lay there open to him, open in a way she'd never been for her husband, she could feel her excitement growing.  As she waited, she bit her lip to contain her building need to be possessed.  As he continued to look at her down there, she closed her eyes.  So sensitive was she that with her eyes closed, she could feel the pressure of his eyes as he looked at each part of her sex.  Her excitement build she almost squeezed her opening for him.  She couldn't keep herself from squirming, as she was suddenly afraid that he might see some evidence of the others she had today.  She felt a cold fear that some remnant of her earlier activities, or an imperfection might disgust him.  Making her reject her … she couldn't stand that, not now.  He shifted her and she knew he was examining her anus.  She'd never considered that part of her anything but sordid, now she willing offered it up for his sexual pleasure.

She felt the bed shift and she sucked in her breath expecting to feel his breath on her open vagina, but instead she felt his lips on her mouth.  He kissed her, deeply, tenderly.  She wrapped her arms around his head and drew him down to her.  He'd seen all her body, everything, and what he wanted was not her sex, the thing that every man who'd had her today had wanted, but her.  He wanted the Jenny that could only be had in a kiss.  She put her heart into that kiss.  Everything else stopped for her.  She was vaguely aware that his hand had found her breasts, that he was tenderly kneading them.  She wasn't aware that she'd continued to hold her legs open, her knees almost touching her breast, until she felt shift again.  Without breaking that kiss, he moved over her.  Only their lips touched until he broke the kiss settled on her.  He still held his weight above her, but now their skin touched as he looked down into her eyes.  She felt his penis at her opening ready to enter her, and she shifted her hips to make entry easy.

He paused and in a grave voice asked, "Are you sure you want to do this Jenny?  To cheat on your husband?  To let another man have you?  To take me inside you and strive for my cum deep inside you?  If you do, say what I want to hear you say."

Jenny refused to let her mind hear the words, her lips answered, "I want you inside me Kevin, I want you to cum in me.  Make love to me, make love to me like a lover, accept what I'm giving you, fill me with you."

Again he asked his voice impossibly deep, "It's okay with you that you're breaking your marriage vows, you want me to make you an adulterer?"

Jenny's eyes were lost in his as her voice said, "Yes, I want you, even if I could have him right now, I'd want you inside me, I'll help you bathe me in your seed."

She pulled him down to her and felt his organ separate her vaginal lips.  He used little pushes, small thrusts to work all the way inside her.  Finally, and endless time later, she felt his pubic bone on hers.  The pressure of it on her clit was more than she could bear, but she pushed up as hard as she could, frantic to gain even another millimeter of him.  Her strength ebbed and gradually she was pressed down into the mattress;  ultimately giving up the contest she relaxed.  She expected him to push harder into her, or to begin to pump.

Instead, he relaxed as well, leaned down and kissed her in a way that said, "Hey, I like you."

He snuggled into her and Jenny felt like he was being absorbed into her body.  She curled herself around him to give him all of her, expecting again that he would begin to move inside her.  He didn't;  instead he gave her another little kiss and rubbed his chest on hers.  Jenny had an image of his chest being absorbed into her body.  In an instant, her mind was overloaded with stimuli.  Trying to understand, what was happening Jenny surrendered herself to sensations bombarding her.  It seemed each and every one of her cells in contact with Kevin opened and accepted a piece of him.  She felt the effect of not only the organ inside her, but the penetration of each of her cells.  So overloaded was she by his possession of her that it took her long seconds to hear his incredibly rich voice.

"You are so beautiful!  Even more beautiful now than before.  Being inside you lets me see more of you, right now.  You are a part of me, and I you.  We are a special being called KevinJenny.  I can see your inner beauty even clearer than I saw your physical beauty just now.  Right now, you are the most beautiful woman in the whole world.  I mean that!  Right now, you're more beautiful than any beauty queen or Hollywood starlet.  You've taken me into you, inside you.  Feel me?  No, feel us!  Feel where we are joined.  I love looking at you right now, because my eyes see the fantastic you inside."

So deeply did Jenny feel his eyes, it embarrassed her.  It had given her chills to have him watch her so intently as he'd entered her, reading her every thought and response.  Now, to have him look so deeply inside her, to have him study her face, to read her emotions while she was so hyper aware the touch of him inside her channel … In an indescribable way, it was like being an exhibitionist.  As if he was watching her make love to someone else.  She tried to pull him down to her, to break eye contact.

"No Jenny, this is where we grow closer, like the lovers we are.  When we're this close together, we have no secrets.  There is nothing that we can hold back.  Look at me and you'll know that it's true, you belong to me right now, and because you're my adulterous lover, your sex secrets belong to me too.  Don't look scared.  I don't care about what you did with the men here.  You don't care about them.  Maybe some other time we can have a laugh about them.  Right now, I want you to give me your virginity.  Feeling me all the way inside you, I want you to look at me and give me every tiny detail you remember about when you gave up your virginity.  Who was it anyway?"

He flexed inside her and reflexively she squeezed him.  That level of awareness didn't stop her mind from being flooded with details of that special evening.  She looked up at Kevin feeling even blood pulse through the veins on the organ inside her.  Knowing that more than their sex organs where joined, she felt fused to him, as if her heart was trying to synchronize to his, she wanted to deny him this

As she looked up into Kevin's eyes, she knew she didn't have the willpower, the ability to hold any part of herself back from him.  After five different men had used her she wanted, needed, had to give more.  Maria was right, what Kevin was offering, she couldn't, didn't want to live without.

"Please," she begged wanting to plead with him not to take this, but she couldn't form any other words.

Defeated, she beseeched him, "Don't look at me while I tell you …" but his eyes never left hers.

Again, she could almost see her tiny reflection in them.  She made one last feeble attempt to pull him down to her, to divert him, but he remained above her.  Although his chest was touching hers, it wasn't his weight that was making breathing difficult.

She bit her lip, took a deep breath and whispered, "It was Jerry;  before today he was my only one.  We were in college and after a date, we went back to his dorm room to watch a video tape.  His roommate had gone home for the weekend and we were sitting on his bed.  We started kissing and we didn't stop.  It wasn't very original or romantic."

Jenny wanted to blush, but she couldn't, Kevin flexed inside her again, and again she responded by squeezed hard on him.

His voice was soft, but full of authority, "That won't do Jenny.  I want every detail, every thought you had from the time you decided to do it until you finished cleaning up afterwards.  When did you decide that you weren't going to stop him, that night or days before?"

Jenny sighed and remembered, "I'd been thinking about it for a long time, I'd talked to my girlfriends about what I needed to do, but I hadn't made a decision.  When things got going, I just didn't feel like stopping …"

She could see in his face that even this wasn't going to be enough.  She tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry.

"I decided when he unsnapped my bra.  I'd never let him do that before.  When he did, we were kissing, and I decided that I wanted to find out what it would be like.  It wasn't so much a decision to make love as a decision that I wouldn't stop him.  I was very nervous, but I don't think he even noticed.  I mean we'd played hand games before.  He'd even touched me down there," she unconsciously pushed her pelvis up emphasizing where 'down there' was, "but only on the outside of my panties when I'd worn a skirt.  I was wearing slacks;  if I'd made the decision earlier, I'd have worn a skirt.  I even had on a blouse that buttoned down the front, instead of a sweater or slip on.  I remembered it was tucked into my slacks."

Jenny smiled at the memory of how awkward they had been.

"He'd unhooked my bra through my blouse.  He told me later that it had been a prank, to see what I'd do."

Jenny thought that her skin temperature was rising.  Certainly, the organ inside her seemed warmer.  She hadn't thought it possible to be more aware of him.  Looking up at Kevin feeling the grain of his organ inside her she could also feel the memory of that very first time.  She pleaded with her eyes not have to reveal that to him but his expression gave her no choice

"When I didn't react to being unfastened he used his other hand to push up my bra inside my blouse.  His hand felt good through the thin fabric.  We continued to kiss and I let him unbutton me.  I was struck by how warm his hand was when he touched my breast for the first time skin to skin.  I let him pull my blouse out of my pants, and he pushed me back on his bed.  He was sort of over me as we continued to kiss.  He kissed my neck then kissed lower, and his mouth felt wonderful on my breast.  He suckled my nipple it made my whole body tingle.  He used his mouth on my breast for so long, I thought that he was satisfied with that.  That we wouldn't be doing anything else.  I remember being relieved, but at the same time, I was so horny … I wanted to be touched here," again, without thinking, Jenny pushed up with her hips and squeezed the cock inside her.

She was flooded with memories of how it had felt that night.  She'd had the strongest urge to masturbate while he was sucking on her boobs.  It was so strong that when …

"I was very turned on, and when he unbuckled my belt it was all I could do to keep from helping him.  I remember I started to help and instead I cradled his head and held it to my boob.  I was surprised that his hand went under my panties right away.  I thought he'd touch me outside first, and it made me very nervous because I knew I was wet.  I was afraid that I'd gross him out.  When his fingers touched me, and I knew he felt that moisture, I blushed.  Then he pulled his mouth from my breast and grinned at me.  I actually covered my face with my hands I was so embarrassed.  I remember I started to say something when he moved my hands and kissed me so deeply that I just blotted out what he was doing to me down there for a few seconds."

Jenny tried to stop, but Kevin silently demanded she continue.

"When he broke the kiss, I was so very aware that his finger was right at my opening.  I wanted him to push it in, I'd never done that and I wanted to know what it felt like.  So, when he asked me to 'take them off' I didn't hesitate to wiggle out of both my slacks and my panties.  I know how silly this is going to sound but I didn't think that I was taking them off so we could do it.  I thought he wanted them off so he could touch me better.  I had never touched him and I had the strongest urge to do that.  I moved my hand to his pants and I felt his thing through them.  His response was to take his finger out of me and unzip his pants.  I still had my feet on the floor at that point, but when he pulled down his pants I knew that we were going to go all the way.  I moved to get all the way on the bed.  It was awkward;  I didn't know just how I was supposed to be.  I mean I knew I had to spread my legs for him, but that was about all.  I remember being afraid to talk.  I was surprised at the time that he didn't seem to know much more than I did.  He'd been in the army.  I had no idea I was his first too."

Anyway, after a lot of fumbling I was on the bed and he was on top of me with his pants pulled down but still on.  I had my pants off but my blouse, while open, was still on.  He jabbed me in the wrong place and it hurt.

I screamed and he said, "Don't worry it only hurts at first."

 Then he jabbed me again.  It was the wrong place again and I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't.  The next time he jabbed, I shifted he went in.  I could feel it tear me;  it did hurt, but jabs in the wrong place had hurt more.  I was so overwhelmed by the knowledge of what I was doing that I was sort of removed from the sensations.  I wanted him to go slow so I could feel the newness of something being inside me, but he pushed all the way in.  Then he came.  He tried to pump a few more times, but I think that was the fastest he ever got soft.  It was out of me almost before I knew it was in me.  He was so apologetic.  I told him it was okay, to just hold me for a little while, but even that didn't last too long."

Jenny paused and Kevin flexed inside her causing her reflexive response.

She continued, "He needed to go to the bathroom and so did I.  He let me go first, and I pulled my pants on before I went in there.  I was bleeding, but not all that much.  I didn't have a pad so I used some toilet paper in my panties.  I'm glad I did because his wad came out after I'd put my pants back on."

Jenny searched his eyes, looking from one to the other.

"Is that what you wanted?"

Jenny knew she had just shared more of that first time than she'd ever done with anyone, even her best friend.  She'd never told anyone that the whole thing had lasted about twenty seconds.  Jenny gasped, she had just been unfaithful, but she couldn't decide to whom.  It also felt like she was being unfaithful to her Kevin to discuss doing this with another man with him so fully inside her.  This was what she'd wanted that first time.  To really feel the organ inside.  To be able to enjoy the body that had joined to hers as she was enjoying his right now.

Kevin's head came down and he kissed her neck below her ear, it was a tender kiss.  Jenny ran her hands on his back kissed his forehead.  Once again, she'd thought it possible to feel more joined, but then his organ began to throb inside her.  It was forcing her body to pulse in time with his, it seemed the organ belong to her, a missing piece just now discovered.

Slowly, he began to move inside her.  She felt his need, and somehow that need became her own.  She moved to try to satisfy it.  She pulled him into her, anxious to receive what he was now pushing to release.  She felt his tension increase and she felt her body open to his.

'To flower open,' she thought.

As his rhythm became a little less regular, she knew she exulted to receive his seed.  It startled her to know that she wanted it, that seed.  Wanted it in a different fashion than she'd ever wanted Jerry's.  She felt like her vagina was sucking him to get what it wanted.  Then she felt a tremor ripple down the length of her sheath.  It wasn't any sort of orgasm, in a strange way it felt like her vagina had milked his penis.  It didn't it again, a fluttering like tiny butterfly wings.  With that, Jenny felt her insides opening up to this man.  When she felt his pre-spurt, in her she had a vision of her cervix opening to receive the sperm.  Making ready to allowing his sperm to go deeper inside her than ever before.  He came, and Jenny felt a new throbbing as his seed entering her.  She pulled on him and moved her hips absorbing as much of him as she could, milking him for more of his precious fluid.  This was what it felt like to create life.  Even with the pill, she wondered if perhaps she had, if she were now pregnant.  Feeling the release of his tension, she snuggled him as his full weight, for the first time, pushed her into the mattress.

She hadn't had an orgasm, she'd never been close, yet she couldn't remember being so satisfied.  She knew how much pleasure she'd given her lover.  She knew that his joy made her more sated than a thousand orgasms that left her screaming and weak.  She'd received more than orgasm, and sperm she'd received love.

The was a long contented silence then a strange man's voice said, "That was nice, do you want to tell me how to get in touch with you so I can come and fuck you any time I want?"

Jenny blushed, and understood the difference in what he was asking and what she'd been doing all day.  To let him come to their house, to have her in their bed, to stain her sheets with someone other than Jerry …  She was very still.

Her mind and her voices returned, 'This was your fantasy, you needed, but don't let it ruin your marriage.  This wasn't real, you were playing a head game, but don't get lost.'

She knew she hadn't meant it about having an affair, but had she?  As he lifted up and looked down on her, his eyes didn't seem to have the power they'd had.

Jenny gave shook her head softly and thought, 'No, I won't take a real lover.  I will be faithful to my husband … in my heart.  Even with my body, in my own way.  If he were my lover, I wouldn't remove his love from me.  I'm not as anxious to douche, but I won't regret it when I do.'

When he finished dressing, he looked over at her and cocked an eyebrow.  Jenny knew she should do or say something, but was unable to find words.  Finally, she got off the bed, walked over and kissed his cheek.  When she did, he gripped her fanny pressing a finger into her anus and kissed her fiercely.  Jenny returned the kiss and wiggled her bottom on his finger.  No, this wasn't a lover, just another man who was protecting her husband.

He grabbed her hand and broke their kiss, "No, we don't have time for that right now;  you have another dance in a few minutes.  This was more than a dance;  I'll make sure I see you next time too.  I'll trade off again and we'll have plenty of time.  Now, we both have places we have to be."

He gave her a slap on her bottom and walked out the door just as their fluid slipped from her and ran down her leg.  Moving carefully to the bedside Jenny got one of the wipes to catch it and needed two to clean properly.  It was only after she'd changed her bed that she remembered that her last dance was going to be … with Maria.  She knew she needed to think about Kevin, but the thought of being intimate with Maria overwhelmed her.

Jenny retched, then she did it again, but she caught it before she let herself throw up.  Even with all she'd done, the idea of being in bed with two people was just too much.  If the third were a man, it would be bad enough.  Having two men touch her sexually at the same time made her skin crawl, but it wouldn't involve anything she hadn't done already today.  She was very tempted to ask for another tranquilizer.  Maria had said she didn't swing both ways, but that she'd be actively involved … that she'd kissed a woman down there.

Oral sex had lost some its repugnance;  she'd certainly enjoyed having it done to her.  Still, the idea still seemed so nasty, even if she'd just douched.  Giving blow-jobs probably would never be something she enjoyed, but it wasn't offensive.  It was outside the body and except when there was a 'woman taste' involved it wasn't unpleasant … well the sperm she had today didn't taste good either, but it wasn't as bad as she'd expected.  Maria had said that the worst thing she'd have to do was to kiss around a man's cock … Jenny played a vision of that in her mind and decided that if she just concentrated on the cock she could probably do it … not that she had any choice in the matter.

When Jenny arrived in the bathroom, Maria was already there.  She was sitting on the commode giving herself an enema.

She made a face and said, "I hate when they just pound your ass for the whole time.  He was hard but he just couldn't cum.  So, after he said I was too 'loose' he just pounded my ass for thirty minutes.  He came a few minutes ago and didn't even bother to say thanks on his way out.  I hate having my butt busted like that, it's going to hurt tomorrow, and I hate to be reminded of what I've done here once I get home.  I hope he doubles up on someone else next time …"

As Maria talked, Jenny understood for the first time that some of the men might not 'enjoy' her.  Some, might actively avoid her!  Her reaction to that revelation was mixed, which scared her.  It bothered her to know that she had too much pride to accept that some man might turn down her ever so available body.  At the same time, the idea of having fewer men did appeal to her.

"How many men are there?" Jenny asked

"There are twenty-two, which means that very rarely we have nine dance partners, but it almost always works out that someone is out of town, or has weekend company.  Sometimes during hunting season, we'll have as few a four, but generally, those keep us longer so it doesn't matter.  With you, we now have eleven girls.  If we can find one more we'll be able to go to three times in two months, which is really better.  We've had as many as twenty girls, but that was unusual, and it didn't last long.  The guys are very picky.  Even with over three thousand convicts out there, we're always on the lookout for someone new.  You will be too, but don't approach anyone unless you're asked.  They'll spot them, and they'll do background checks.  You don't want Jerry to find out about what you're doing here, and if we get infiltrated that'll happen."

Chapter 7: Three's a Crowd?

Jenny shivered trying not to think about Kevin.  No, she didn't want Jerry to ever have a hint about what she'd done.  She also didn't like the idea of 'recruiting'.

"Maria, what do I need to expect for this next … dance, where will we be?"

"It's a blue room guy, so we'd normally go to the dance floor he's assigned, we can use your bed if that'll make it easier on you.  I know how you feel.  Believe me, I remember my first time to do this, and it was here.  My real sex life was barely above missionary.  This won't be as bad as you think.  I'll do the close work, unless you feel comfortable doing it."

"No!" Jenny said with more force than she intended.

"I didn't think so, but I'll be extra clean just in case."  she said as she bit her lip.

Jenny blushed at what wasn't being said.

Then couldn't help but ask, "Does that mean that you … you will … I mean do I have to let you … you know?"

"Charlie is very easy going, he likes to have two at the same time, but mostly he likes to have them giving all their attention to him.  All men like to see two women go at it, and if I do go down on you, it will make it shorter for us.  I WILL be going down on him while he's is inside you.  You'll need to do that too when he's in me.  You don't have to touch me but you'll need to tongue his dick while part of it's inside me.  You'll also have to lick his balls and that'll put your face right in the action.  When you lick his dick, just use your hand to let me know you're doing it, and I'll stop moving so you don't have to worry about touching me with your tongue by accident.

"We'll both give head while he's licking the other, men like that.  We'll probably give him head at the same time at some point.  It's better if we're both on the cock at the same time.  I'll try to get him to wait until you're a little turned on before we do that.  Finally, to answer your earlier question, yes, you ought to let me go down on you.  You don't have to return the favor, but if you think you can, it makes it easier.  I play a lot of mind games in there when we double."

Maria moved off the commode and Jenny took her place.  She was more self-conscious about what she was doing than she'd been all day and more determined to be 'clean'.  Talking to Maria had made her feel better, Maria wasn't gay, this was just something else she did that she didn't want to do.  Jenny resolved that she would try to make it easy for her, not that she had any choice.  This was going to happen … Jenny shuddered as a vivid image flashed through her mind of what it was going to be like to have to lick the base of a cock that was inside Maria, or to know that it had been or would be in her sheath too.

Time seemed to accelerate, until Maria was taking her by the hand leading her into the room Maria had been using.  As they entered the room, she saw a big, fat, old man in middle of the bed, leering at her.  Jenny's stomach clenched.  This was a man she was going to have to let do things to her that she had never let her husband do, and do it with someone watching!

"Hello Charlie, I can see you didn't waste any time getting ready for us.  This is Jenny;  she's never done a threesome, so go a little easy with her okay?"

Charlie grinned, the perfect caricature of the dirty old man and said, "She doesn't look so innocent.  She looks like she's spent the last seven hours getting fucked.  How many cocks have fucked you today little darlin'?"

With her every sense urging her to run, only Maria grip on her arm kept her from fleeing the room.  Speaking was impossible!

"What's the matter?  Cat got your tongue?  Come on, honey, I want to hear what you've done today," his voice mimicking a classic pervert.

Jenny swallowed hard, she just couldn't tell this horrible man what she done, it was obscene!

Marie jumped in, "You know we we're not to say who did what, but I can tell you that seven guys have used my pussy, two have shot on my face, I've sucked everyone's cock, and I've had four up my ass, one who pissed me there.  I had three cum in my mouth, which I swallowed, I've been tied up twice, and I've spanked one guy's ass.  I've had toys in every hole, and I've lost track of how many times I've cum.  I've cleaned as best I could, but you know I'm well used.  Jenny?"

Jenny had listened in horror as Maria recounted her day, and now she was blushing.  It finally dawned on her that this man got excited by … she couldn't exactly call it voyeurism, but Marie had just shown her what was expected.

"I've had six different men …" she couldn't continue she was too humiliated.

She didn't want to think about what she'd been doing much less tell this dirty old man about it, especially about Kevin.

"Go easy on her Charlie, it's her first day, I know she's taken it up the ass a few times and we both know everyone got a blow job.  She's still the freshest pussy you'll have had in fifty years.  When she got here the only dick to plumb her treasure had been her husband's, and I'll bet she's still as tight as a virgin."

Maria pulled Jenny over to the bed.  Turned her so she had her back to Charlie, then pushed on her neck, making Jenny bend over.  Jenny wanted to resist, but she seemed to have lost her ability to.  When Maria pulled up her nightgown to reveal her bottom, Jenny blushed harder than she'd ever done in her whole life, but she didn't move.

A little voice deep in her brain was shouting, 'Get through this!  Get through this!'  It was almost loud enough that she didn't hear another voice yelling 'whore!'

With a huge sob, Jenny accepted that she was going to have to endure what was being done to her, to do what she had to.  Jerry deserved her help, and if the rest of the day hadn't been bad, when she'd agreed, she'd expected every man to be like this one.  Mentally she steeled herself to endure the next forty-four minutes … That's all she had to do, endure until the clock chimed.

"Doesn't she have a pretty pussy?  Spread your legs a little Jenny;  let him see what a treat you're going to be giving him."

When Jenny managed to force her legs to open Maria continued, "Look at that pussy, doesn't it look good enough to eat?"

Without warning Jenny felt a finger penetrate her but it pulled right back out.

"She smells as sweet as a flower, here smell."

Jenny stood, and again almost bolted from the room before Maria caught her around the waist.  Looking over her shoulder and was horrified to see the man sniff Maria's outstretched finger, damp with her KY jelly.

"That is sweet pussy juice, climb up here sweetie and let me get a good taste of that pussy of yours."

Jenny would never know how she was able to crawl up on the bed.  She straddled his chest as he lay flat, so she was looking at his toes.  She felt Maria's hand on the back of her neck pushing her down until her face was inches above the sheet that covered his cock.  She felt tears forming as someone, she knew it was Charlie, lifted her nightgown.  For the first time she felt like a slut to lie there on top of his huge belly, letting Charlie was look at her.  She felt his breath on her shaved lips.  It was just enough warning that she didn't bolt when his tongue violated her privates.  He was licking her like she was an ice cream cone.  Getting her taste, not attempting to turn her on.  She blushed at what she was allowing this dirty old man to do.  She was being eaten, as surely as if he were using a knife and fork.  She wanted to run screaming from the bed, it was humiliating to be used like this.

Using his hands, he spread her open and began to make satisfied noises as he slurped in her crack.  Evidently liked the taste of her and to her horror Jenny could feel her body responding to the stimulation of his tongue.  Mentally, she was not being turned on, but her vagina was getting wet anyway.  Jenny felt a tear roll down her cheek.  She knew he was enjoying her discomfort.  It wasn't fair that she was providing him exactly what he wanted from her.  Emotionally she felt like her wetness was being pulled forcefully from her, that he was taking it from her.  She certainly wasn't giving but he was taking anyway.

"Lift up a little Jenny so I can get to Charlie, I think he'd enjoy a little head while he's eating," Maria said.

With eyes tightly shut, Jenny lifted up so she was on all fours.  Maria pulled back the sheet from the foot of the bed and pushed it right up to Jenny's arms.  Jenny almost looked to see what Maria was uncovering but kept her eyes tightly shut while the assault on her genitals continued.  She bit her lip as the tongue worked inside her for the first time.

As few seconds later, she felt Maria's head under her chest.  Using her gymnastic skills Jenny arched her back, until her face was only slightly below the slob's nipples.  The sounds that followed left no doubt what Maria was doing, even if she didn't feel the bobbing of Maria's head as she gave oral sex.

Jenny opened her eyes and was repulsed to find that from her position, the man's belly was so huge she couldn't see the thing Maria had in her mouth.  It took every ounce of will power a few minutes later when Charlie lifted her, twirled her like a baton and planted her on his organ.

She felt Maria's hair on her bottom, and she froze.  Seconds later, she felt Maria's tongue move up the man's shaft, through her slit and swirl around her anus.  With that touch, she went as rigid as a board.  Incredibly, Charlie chose that second to roar like bull stuck on a barbwire fence as he came in her.

Jenny began to tremble, literally terrified of what would come next.

She was astounded when Charlie said in a most grandfatherly voice, "Jenny, the drunk on a blind donkey that laid out the streets of San Antonio can see from his grave how much this is bothering you.  We're not monsters;  we're not going to push you beyond your limits, whatever those may be.  Sometime you might like to do a threesome, or take two guys.  That's not required.  Maria, I think I'm going to call it a night."

He lifted Jenny off him, and she saw for the first time the penis that had been inside her.  Looking like a cross between a beach Moby Dick and Santa Clause he said in the kindest voice, "Jenny, this will be the hardest day for you.  Ray was right;  you're a lady.  We'll try to treat you that way.  I spoke with Kevin as I came in.  He won't be back with you for at least three months.  We'll alert everyone to be careful about what kind of games we play with you.  Most important of all remember, if you do your bit, your husband will do easy time and be back home before you'd have believed it possible."

After Charlie left, Jenny and Maria had a very long talk.  Jenny let her hair down in a way she'd never done before in her life.  She talked about Kevin and how she'd felt.  Maria had helped her understand her own need to fantasize.  Maria helped her to understand that in her heart of hearts she'd never betrayed Jerry.  She didn't give Kevin her address.  What she'd done was for here, and it stayed on the dance floor.  In the special place she'd locked her love;  she was still a faithful wife.

Release

Twenty-One months later:

Charlie had been right, that first day had been her worst.  She never did take part in another threesome, and when she saw Kevin again he was just another of the men she was grateful to for protecting her husband.

It had been three months since she had been on one of those dance floors.  Even the memory of those times was distant, unreal.  It was a different Jenny who had gone there, and that person was no longer part of Jenny's life.  She had tightly compartmentalized what she'd done and she had almost forgotten about it.

Today she was in Huntsville to pick up Jerry.  She was so excited she was squirming.  It was a hot day and she was sitting in her car, an old beat up Ford, but still clean and reliable.  The air conditioning was running full blast and she was watching a corner for the first sight of her husband.

He'd told her in his last phone call that he didn't want her to meet him at the prison gate.  He'd named a restaurant down town someone had recommended.  He told her he would take a taxi there because he didn't want her to see the gauntlet of prostitutes and drug dealers who lined the exit of the release center.  She'd driven by anyway, and they looked like the vultures they were.  Those sorry excuses for humanity knew each released convict had money in his pocket, so they fought like wolves to get it.  He'd begged her not to wait for him there;  he didn't want her soiled by that nastiness.

When she saw Jerry get out of the cab, she hurtled into his arms.  She'd left her car door open and the engine running.  Jerry so filled her thoughts she was lucky she hadn't locked the keys and her purse inside.

Except Jerry didn't take her in his arms, he held her off with a curt, "We have to talk."

Escorting her to the car, he said harshly, "You drive, my license has expired."

Jenny's head was spinning.  She'd run this scene, this day, a thousand times in her daydreams.  She thought she was prepared for anything.  Although she was anxious to hold him, to make love to him, she knew that some newly released convicts had physical trouble at first.  She was prepared for that.  She was even prepared for her own shyness at being with him.  She felt as virginal as when she'd first sat in his dorm room.  Still she'd be as aggressive, or as passive as he wanted.  She thought she was prepared for everything, but she had no clue about his anger with her!

She could understand if he was angry at the world, or at the system.  She would have understood if he blamed her for what he did, but he'd never given her even a hint that he'd held the slightest animosity toward her.  At their last visit three weeks ago, he'd been bubbly with plans for their future.  Now he detested the sight of her.

Using a hard earned maturity and understanding of the male animal she was silent, waiting for him to revel himself to her.  When they'd been on the open expressway for about forty-five minutes, they saw a sign for a rest area.

"Pull into that rest stop, we need to talk." he told her, his voice still harsh.

He immediately got out of the car and walked on the grass.  From the way he acted Jenny was sure that if he hadn't seen dogs doing their business, he might have taken off his shoes.  She looked at him standing there.  Her eye filled with tears, her heart overflowing with love for her spouse.  She knew that he probably hadn't stepped on grass since he'd fallen out of the world.

He walked back to the car sat down, then mumbled, "Get us to a park near your apartment;  I need to walk on grass before I can talk."

Jenny wiped her eyes and drove.  It took another two hours to get there.  During that time, she'd honored Jerry's silence.  She loved him so much she was willing to let him move at his own pace.

When she pulled up to stop in a small park near her apartment, her he looked her in the eye and said viciously, "I want a divorce!  As soon as possible!  I've been paroled to your apartment, so I have to go there, but I don't want to be in the same room with you.  I'll sleep on your floor until I can contact my parole officer about moving."

His voice was so cold Jenny shivered.  She was shaking her head in disbelief.  The happy tears she'd been on the edge of shedding where overwhelmed by bitter ones.

"Jerry?  Why honey?  What's wrong?  Do you blame me for what I said about the car that day?  You know how sorry I am!  Please, I don't understand!"

She could barely speak through the constriction in her throat.  The look on Jerry's face scared her.

She never seen such fury as he snarled, "I did that.  I would have done anything for you, paid any price, so why did you betray me?"

Jenny was flabbergasted.

"I never betrayed you!  I've done everything I could to support you.  I never missed a visiting day, and I wrote you every day!"

Jerry began to tremble, and for an instant Jenny thought he might hit her.

"You don't call fucking half the prison staff betraying me?  My God girl!  The thing that made us most special was that you were the only woman I'd ever been with, and I was your only man.  I know why you did it, I found out yesterday about the whole sorry setup.  I know that's why I'm getting out in record time and why I did such an easy fall.  But I would have rather been raped a hundred times a day than for you to do what you did!"

He was shouting now, some of his spittle hit Jenny in the eye.  She buried her face in her hands and tried to die.  Jerry didn't seem to notice.

 "How many men did you do?  How many times did you fuck me over?  Did you ever consider asking me?  Even one time?  Ever think about talking to me about this?  Did you consider that I might be able to protect myself?  Did you forget that I was Special Forces before I went to college?  Did you forget everything about me when you had all those men inside you?  Did you like it?  They said you girls do everything, did you?  Did you do for them what you wouldn't do for me?"

He bolted from the car and paced.  Jenny's world collapsed.  She had worked so hard to forget what she'd done that her first reaction had been indignation at his aspersions on her character.

He got back in the car.

"Take me to your apartment, I don't have a choice about that, but if you have one shred of decency, one iota of concern for my dignity, you'll keep your mouth shut and find someplace else to stay until I can move."

Jenny blinked, surprised she was hadn't been able to will herself to death.  She felt dead, so emotionally drained that she was surprised her body was able to do things like breath and blink.  She hurt so much inside;  it didn't seem possible that her heart could continue to beat.  She tried to take his hand, he pulled away.  She couldn't stand to see the pain in his eyes.

"Honey, please, I love you so much …"

His angry shout cut her off, "Don't you ever call me 'honey' or any other thing.  You lost that right!"

He was shaking again, but after a minute of deadly silence he said, "This is killing me.  I can't even run away.  If you ever did love me, please leave me alone in your apartment, stay someplace else and let me get my shit together."

Jenny desperately wanted to talk.  She was even more desperate to be held.  Drawing wisdom from deep inside her, she was able to start the car and take him to her place.  When they got there, she gave him the key and promised to return tomorrow.  She gave him the cell phone she had bought for him and begged him to call her if thought she could come back sooner.

"Jerry, I'll be at Marci's.  Please don't hate me, please give me a chance."

As she drove off she tried to find the resolve to fight for the love of her life.  She wondered what he would do when he saw all the welcome home banners she'd used to decorate for him.  She had to pull over to the side of the road and cry.  Maybe tomorrow she could find the will … to fight or to die.

 

Jerry

It was almost an out of body experience as I entered the Apartment that Jenny had rented for us.  I hadn't slept in two days, and my mind was practically schizophrenic, except that sounds too organized for how I felt.  When I opened the door, saw all the decorations, and welcome home banners, I was paralyzed.  If I hadn't seen my recliner, I'm not sure I would have been able to walk all the way through the door.  I accidentally slammed the door behind me.  I hadn't had many doors to close in the last two years, and those I closed were the heavy steel kind. 

 

The sound startled me and I hurried to my chair.  I didn't even recline, I leaned forward held my head in my hands and I wept.  What should have been one of the happiest days of my life had turned to shit.  I loved my wife more than life, and I would do anything for her.  I hated sluts, and my wife had become a slut. 

 

My mother was a slut.  She was probably certifiably mentally ill.  She hadn't a clue who my father was, and never cared.  Her idea of a good date was a gangbang.  She was a Certified Public Accountant, and I think she managed to keep her professional and personal life separate.  We lived in a nice house and always had plenty of stuff.  She was an attractive woman, but most of the men she dragged home weren't.  I do remember one man who hung around for almost a whole school year.  I was in 7th grade and he wasn't a bad male role model.  They were members of a group of swingers, but he eventually got fed up and split.  I was a senior in high school when my mother contracted AIDS. 

 

A few weeks after it was confirmed, she committed suicide, or she was murdered.  I don't think the cops were ever certain, but I didn't care.  I hated her, and I didn't go to her funeral.  I'd been living on my own for the last two years.  I got a weekly check from her, and I worked after school.  When she died I got a big insurance check, her death wasn't ruled a suicide so they had to pay me.  I held out enough to cover what she would have given me until I graduated and gave the rest to the Red Cross.

I was determined to marry a virgin, and to be a virgin when I married.  I took a lot of abuse when I did my time in the Army to earn money for college, but I was determined not to have a wife like my mother, and not to be like the scumbags she brought home.  I'd set my standards impossibly high, and when I met Jenny I almost began to believe in miracles.  I put her on a pedestal and I was determined to keep her there. 


To Be Continuted

The Leasing Agent

Loverboy69 on Cheating Stories

It was my first day running my new business. I had just opened the doors for business in the huge downtown office building and after a long first day, I was beat, but satisfied. My three employees departed for home. I was headed down the hall to my office to finish up a couple of things and wrap up day one. I sat in the plush chair and instead of working, did what I had waited so long to do. I le

Mom cheated with Dad's Boss

hardtoboil on Cheating Stories

Dad was as usual away on his business trip and I had college. This
happened a few years back, when I was returning home late in the
evening after attending college and then my maths tuitions. As I rode
my bike down onto our street, darkness had finally enveloped the sky.

Approaching our house, I noticed a car parked just behind Dad's car.
It was a Honda Civic, and I didn't even remotely recognize it or who
its owner could possibly be.  I parked on the street in front of our
house, confused by who could possibly be visiting. Something didn't
feel exactly right, and this unsettlement made me approach the house
with some hesitation. Turning towards the front door, I noticed that
the living room lights were all off, and

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the house appeared dark from
the front.  I stood at the front door, ready to put my spare keys in
the door, but instead stepped away and went towards the side of the
house.  I couldn't shake this feeling; something was wrong.  I went to
the backyard, entering the darkness.

Peeking around to the back side of the house, I could see that the
light in my parents' bedroom was on.  Without really knowing why, I
tiptoed my way across the back of the house, glancing into the still
darkness of the dining room and kitchen as I passed.  Approaching the
bedroom window, I felt certain that I should see my mom curled up on
the bed watching TV, or perhaps sleep.   Then I heard her voice.
"Aaagghhhhh...." she moaned, startling clearly.  Frozen head to toe, I
could see from the side that the bedroom windows were open.  Before I
could take another step, I heard her moan again, this time slightly
louder.  I didn't even consider that these were the moans of someone
in ecstasy; I only knew that it was mom's voice, and it made me a
little scared.

I stepped forward and moved quickly to the edge of the window, then
peered in from the side.  What I saw sent me into total disbelief at
what my eyes were witnessing:  The first person I saw was not Mom, it
was a muscular man, kneeling at the foot of the bed, completely nude.
I couldn't see his face, as it was buried between Mom's legs.  His
thick, curly hair was all that was visible above and below her thigh.
She was laying on the bed and also naked, writhing on her back, legs
draped over his shoulders, heels resting against his back.

She moaned over and over as he was eating mom's pussy to her very
apparent satisfaction!  Her delicate hands clutched his head,
appearing to pull him harder into her crotch as he worked.  Mom's
belly clenched, her eyes shut, before all releasing and relaxing
again.  All the while, that mane of curly hair shook as this man's
aggressive oral sex sent waves of ecstasy through her body.   I saw
him grip her waist with both hands and lift her body, scooting her up
toward the head of the bed.  He then climbed up on the bed with her
before sinking his face back into her crotch.  His hair continued to
hide his face from me, but all the rest of him was plainly in view.
Her breathing quickened and her moans again grew louder.

"OHHHHH !!!!!!! OOHHHHHHHH!!!!! SHANKAR!!  SHANKAR!!!"

Shankar Rai, Dad's Boss!!!!!

Suddenly a jolt fired through my body as I realized who this man was.
Shankar Rai, Dad's Boss, who's eaten dinner with us on a few occasions
and was now naked with my mom. Now I realize why Dad is traveling so
much lately

Mom went silent as her body tensed up, her legs drawing up, toes
stretched out, face scrunched up with eyes closed.  Shankar's head
shook almost violently as his tongue worked feverishly between her
legs.  Suddenly, her body uncoiled and she released her breath in a
loud groan, her body shuddering.  His head finally raised up, making
eye contact with her.  She smiled widely at him.

He kissed her belly, then moved up to her breasts.  As he slowly
climbed up her body, I could see his erect penis rubbing against the
bedspread.   He moved in to kiss Mom, but she pushed his face away.
"Not after what you just did!" she said with a laugh.  Shankar's mane
of hair moved to the side of her head, kissing her neck.  Her arms
rubbed down his muscular sides; his arm squeezed her thighs and ass
underneath.  I knew that his dick was rubbing somewhere around her
crotch, anxious to enter her

Her feet rubbed up and down his legs, toes squeezing into his buttocks
each time she drew her legs up high on his body.  They were each
writhing in pleasure against the other's body.  His much bigger
muscular frame seemed to almost swallow her small, curvy figure below
him.

He whispered something into his ear, to which Mom's face showed a
slight frown, saying, "I shouldn't, Shankar....I shouldn't."  He
continued to whisper, and she smiled, chuckling softly, rubbing her
hands into his hair.  He kept on talking, and Mom squirmed, clearly
conflicted about what he was telling her.  His hand kneaded her breast
as he kept whispering.  "Oh fuck..." she moaned, then after a pause:
"Just do it...."

With that, I saw Shankar slip his hand between her legs, and his face
again dipped into her neck and his back flexed as he pushed his
buttocks forward slightly.  Mom's eyes opened wide and she shrieked
slightly as he obviously started to penetrate.  Her legs were opened
wide to each side of his body, feet resting near his legs.

His buttocks moved back before pushing forward again, forcing a moan
from Mom. Mom's belly tightened then relaxed as he continued to pump
more of his length into her with each stroke.  Her hands clasped his
back, her moans growing more frequent and at a higher pitch, and her
hips started to buck in rhythm with his strokes.

"Oh my god....oh my god...." she moaned, face appearing anguished as
he sank deeper into her vagina, pushing her pelvis into the soft
mattress.  Was she struggling with the gravity of what she was
allowing to happen, or was she just overcome with sexual pleasure?  I
had no idea, and was unable to really consider the question.

Shankar now wrapped his arms under Mom's shoulders, holding her head
in his hands as he fucked her deeper and deeper.  When she lifted her
legs up and over his back, I could see that he was now burying his
entire cock inside my mom's pussy.  Her lips hugged his thick shaft,
pulling away from her body each time he withdrew from her vagina.  His
balls smacked against her ass each time he again thrust deeply within
her.   The pace of their fucking picked up with each thrust, and soon
I could hear the wetness of her soft skin clapping each time his
pelvis met hers. Her fingernails dug into his back as he fucked her
harder and harder.

"Oh fuck!", she said, with an animalistic growl, "you're so fucking
big...!!"  Her hand was slapping at him as she started to lose her
breath.  I looked down to see her hips gyrate hard against him, then
she seemed to choke, before moaning louder than ever before.

"Oh shit!!!  I'm coming so hard...aggghhh!!!" Her breasts jiggled  as
Shankar hammered even harder into Mom.  He pushed her a couple of
inches toward the headboard with each thrust.  Her feet, tensed and
rigid, stood straight out from her legs, which she extended into the
air in the middle of her orgasm.

His groaning grew louder and more desperate, his hips jerking as he
pistoned in and out of her body.  Mom's body quivered underneath, her
skin rippling in reaction to his thrusts, her breathing heavy and
deep. His rhythm slowed, his hips bucking against hers.  His face was
beet red, his mouth agape, his eyes pressed shut.  Then it happened.
"Ohh god...oh my god.......OHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

I watched as Shankar's buttocks clenched and unclenched, holding the
length of his penis within my mom, who was writhing hard beneath him,
mewling almost like a cat.  I saw the base of his penis throb, knowing
that he was shooting his seed deep into my mom's unprotected womb.
Her legs rubbed his legs again, her belly clenched up.  A few moments
later, both of their bodies relaxed, and she lay still underneath him.

He shuddered a couple more times, holding himself as deep as possible
within her vagina before pulling his softening penis out of her body
with a low groan.  She moaned softly, her whole body shaking as he
lifted himself up and then laid next to her.  I saw her exposed
vagina, lips beet red from the sex, and the start of a thick, long
white stream seeping from it's gaping opening.  His thick penis, wet
from both of their juices and red from stimulation and orgasm, rested
on his belly.


"Oh my God..that was...oh man!" she said as she smiled into his face,
her hand brushing his hair to the side.  "That was so good..."  I
heard him say he needed some water, and Mom told him he'd better get
ready and push off fast as I was expected home any moment…….

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A Saturday Afternoon

Dougy on Cheating Stories

This is one story of a long term affair I am involved in. This is One Hot and true story. It started with a conversation on a Friday about getting together that evening, however things didn’t work out. This just added to the sexual desire and anticipation of an awesome time of intimate love making and wild sex that we have had so many times in the past. We rescheduled for Sat. afternoon, an

My Dirty Little Secret

FoxyFun4Play on Cheating Stories

My husband and I began dating in 1993 when I was only 23 years old. We were married in 1996 and soon after decided to begin a family. He is ten years older than me and as a result of his age he has a low sperm count and a diminishing sex drive. Those facts created a two fold problem. On the one hand, my sex drive was only increasing with age and he often left me unsatisfied or was unavailable altogether which meant that I had to rely on my own devices. On the other hand we had been trying for two years and I had yet to get pregnant and I really wanted that family.

In the summer of 2000 I took a night class in computers at a local college to help me with my job. There were about twenty-five students i

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n the class and the class seemed to be fairly evenly split as far as gender goes. I couldn't help but notice that the males in the class were very sexy and about ten years younger than me. Some of them became the objects of my fantasies on the evenings that my husband caused me to resort to self-gratification.

Now I'm not at all a vain person but I am realistic and I know that men find me attractive. I am five-foot four-inches tall and only weigh 112 pounds. I have very shapely legs that, in the summer, I enjoy showing off. I will often wear shorts or mini-skirts without my panties when the weather is warm. I love to feel the warm air on my exposed pussy lips. Having an entire class full of young hunks gave me even more reason to want to wear clothing that was revealing. With my undies at home and my pussy almost exposed to a dozen college guys my pussy was perpetually wet during the entire class, three evenings a week.

It wasn't long before I gained an admirer. The second week that class was in session a young guy began to sit at the computer next to mine in the lab. He was everything that my husband is not. He was just over six-feet tall, short blond hair and muscular. He also had the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. At first our conversation was confined to talk concerning the class. But I just couldn't help but flirt with him. I had never before considered cheating on my husband; at least not in the physical sense. I'd often cheated on him in my fantasies but fantasies were just that; fantasies. Making them reality was something totally different. 

But making my fantasies a reality was not what I had in mind and thought that a little flirting wouldn't hurt and I could use the flirting to help fuel my fantasies later that night. The young stud and me began to hang out together on class breaks and, of course, our conversations turned to the more personal. I discovered that his name was Rob, he was 19 years old, lived out of state, had a fiancé at home and was majoring in Computer Science. He stayed at school during the summer semester to take this brush up course for the fall.

After about four weeks into the course it happened. On this particular night I was really horny. I dressed in a sleeveless, light blue, summer dress with a short skirt. I wore regular flat shoes and nothing else under the dress. During the class I noticed that Rob was struggling to understand some of the evenings subject. Near the end of the night I asked him if he was okay and he said that he was having a difficult time grasping it all. Then he asked if I would mind helping him and that maybe I could explain it so that he could understand. I told him I'd love too. Then he placed his hand on my bare thigh and said, "Great! Would you mind spending about thirty minutes with me after class?"

Under my short skirt, just four inches from Rob's teenage hand, I felt my pussy begin to get hot and flood with my juices. I then realized that my ability to resist those fantasies was wearing down. My mind was telling me not to do it, to just tell him I'll meet him in the lab before class tomorrow but my long neglected pussy was telling me to go for it. So I told him we'd talk about it after class.

When class ended I called my husband and told him that I was staying later at the lab to do some of my homework there and he said to have fun and that he was heading to bed and would see me in the morning. After I hung up I walked back into the lab and Rob was sitting there behind his computer and still struggling to understand. He looked up and asked if everything was all right and I said, "Yeah, I'm just tired of being stuck in this room."

   "Would you like to go back to my dorm room and work on this?" Rob asked. "My roommate has gone home for the summer so no one will be there to interrupt and we can get out of this room."

Amazing. That was the exact response I was looking for when I made that statement. Ten minutes later we were walking into his room in the student housing area of the campus. It was a typical teenage college boy’s room; two twin beds on opposite walls, two desks with computers, books were lying everywhere, the beds were unmade and sports garb covered the walls. Rob reached into his small dorm refrigerator and pulled out two beers. "Sorry," he said, "this is all I have to offer you." I assured him it was no problem and took the beer.

As I sipped I asked him which bed was his and he indicated the one on the left. I kicked off my shoes and sat down on his bed folding my legs and feet under me. He looked at me questioningly and then asked what I was doing. So I told him it had been a long time since I had been in a college boy’s bed. He nervously chuckled and then half jokingly told him not to even kid around about that because it had been months since he had been with his fiancé.

   "Oh, so you're horny," I teased with a laugh. 

   "More than a little," he replied.

   "Can I help you with that?" Again I teased with a sly grin. Rob was wearing a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of gray colored gym shorts on this evening and through the thin material of the shorts I could see a bulge beginning to grow.

   "Are you just teasing me?" He asked returning my grin.

   "Maybe," I replied. To tell the truth I was really having an internal conflict at the moment. My conscience kept screaming at me to stop but my hormones were screaming to my conscience to shut up. As I let out a little giggle I was sure I blushed.

Suddenly my mind was made up so I stood up and faced him saying, "Do you want to?"

   "What about your husband? My fiancé?" Rob asked, clearly getting more nervous. 

 "Who's going to tell them?" I asked him as I put a gently hand on his forearm and caressed it lightly. At this point I noticed his bulge was positively pushing the front of his shorts away from his body and so I let me hand drop from his arm and began to caress his cock through the gym short. He let out a long moan and a silent curse as my hand made contact with his cock. Then he made his decision and bent over and put his lips on mine.

We locked in a passionate kiss, our tongues tasting each other's sweetness. As we kissed I removed my hand from his crotch and we began to press and grind our bodies together. I put my hands down the back of his shorts to feel his buttocks and was both surprised and pleased to find that he too was not wearing underwear.

I broke the kiss as I squeezed his ass and began to kiss his neck and he nibbled and sucked on my ear lobe. My pussy was no longer tingling it was vibrating with excitement. I could feel my own wetness leaking out and dribbling down my inner thighs. Rob reached around to my back and unzipped my dress and placed his hand inside, noticing the lack of a bra strap no doubt. His hands then slid down the inside of my dress to my bare ass.

   "No panties?" He asked in surprise.

   "I could say something similar about you," I replied as I squeezed his butt like I was kneading bread.

   "Let's take off the rest," Rob suggested.

Now I only had on one article of clothing, the summer dress, but I don't think that a suit of armor would have prevented me from getting naked as quickly as I did. I slid the straps off of my shoulders and let the dress drop to the floor then I stepped out of it. At the same time he was pulling his shirt off. He didn't quite have it over his head when I was completely naked and so I stepped forward and tugged his shorts down as he pulled the shirt high over his head.

A huge, thick, nine inch cock (at least it had to be nine inches. I'd never seen one that big before) sprang free from it's confines inside the gym shorts.

   "Whoa!" I exclaimed in an unbelievably excited state. My eyes were positively transfixed on that big, young cock.

  "What's wrong?" He quickly said in a tone that indicated he was closing in on something close to panic. He clearly didn't understand that my "whoa" was pure, excited pleasure.

   "That is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. You are a good third larger than my husband and it has been years since he was that hard. Your girlfriend is a lucky gal!" 

I meant every word of that as I looked at his big, purple head glistening with his sticky precum. At the same time I noticed he was now staring at my neatly trimmed pubes.

   "I've never seen a woman with hair there. At least not one in person." Rob admitted admiringly. "I've never been with anyone other than my fiancé and she completely shaves.

I don't completely shave but I do keep it clean around my pussy lips and above my clit I keep it trimmed in a short "Mohawk" style. He seemed to be delighted with it. Then he suddenly looked into my eyes with worry again.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "I just remembered. I don't have any condoms. I've never cheated on my girlfriend before and since she is always at home, I never saw the need."

I thought for a minute about that. I hadn't given it any thought and I should have. I've been trying to get pregnant with my husband. I can't let this guy cum in me unprotected. I can't even let him risk putting it in me without a cover. Then I thought, "Why not?" I have been trying to get pregnant. My low sperm count, do it once a week husband had been unable to knock me up, why not let this guy do it? No one will ever have to know it wasn't my husband, not even my husband.

   "Don't worry. I'm on birth control." I lied.

   "Wow! I've never had sex without a condom!" He said hardly able to contain his excitement.

I could no longer wait. I sat on his bed, lifted my legs and spread my thighs. I took his two pillows and placed them between the wall and my back so that I could remain upright and then I spread my pussy lips open for him with my fingers from my right hand. He just stood there staring at my leaking pussy hole so I coaxed him a little with a smile as I said, "Go ahead, and put it inside." Then I winked at him as he looked up at my face.

Rob was standing between my thighs, a half second later, and aiming that sticky purple head right at my slit. He rubbed it up and down on my pussy lips a couple of times and then I saw that purple head disappear into my body. Then he got stuck.

   "Shit you're tight," he exclaimed.

   "Work it slowly and my barriers will slowly break down," I told him.

He did work it slowly in and out and I helped out by having an orgasm right away. I've never cum that quickly before but then I've never done anything quite this naughty and exciting. Soon he was all the way in and I could feel his ball sack resting on my ass. I could see his blond pubic nest and my brown ones entwined and, for the first time in my life, I felt completely filled with his huge cock stretching me farther than I'd ever been stretched before.

   "Fuck me," is all I could say as I gazed with lust into his eyes. Then I felt the anguish of being empty as he withdrew only to be filled again with the pleasure of being refilled. Soon the room was filled with the sights, sounds and smells of sex. As I watched his cock going in and out of my belly I could see the thick discharge from my pussy slicking his shaft. I could smell the pungent aroma of my own pussy juices and our thighs slapped continually with his thrusts. I was moaning with delight and as he fucked me harder the moans became screams.

I came twice before he did and when he did he filled me with more cum than I had ever felt gush into my belly before. He thrust all the way in and held it tight as I felt his shaft grow even more rigid and begin to pulsate. Then came the spreading, warm sensation as he filled my belly with his seed.

When he was finished, he pulled it out of me with a "plop" sound and I felt a river of his cum run out of my opening and down my ass onto the bed sheet. I immediately sat up and sucked his withering cock in my mouth to taste his cum and my pussy juices together. After a few minutes of sucking and licking he was hard again. So we did it again, this time in doggy position.

We fucked a total of four times that night between eight o'clock and midnight. We tried out many positions and performed oral on each other. My pussy was filled time and again with his cum and I had never felt so satisfied in all of my life.

It didn't end with that one night either. We began to go back to his place after ever class. We even started to meet when we did not have class. He met me on my lunch hour at work one day and we fucked in the back of my car. We took a blanket into the woods near a local park one other day and fucked right on the ground out in the open where anyone could have happened upon us. I even took a vacation day once and we spent the entire day in his bed and fucking like animals. I never tired of watching and feeling that teenage cock filling my thirty-year-old pussy.

By the end of the summer I was pregnant. He never knew about it. When the fall semester began and his friends and roommate returned, we said good-bye and knew at that moment that it had to be over. I never saw him again and eight months later I had a beautiful baby girl. She looks nothing like my husband but she doesn't look like anyone other than me except that she has blond hair and blue eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hi there you sexy hunk,



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I am Amisa from a very rich Business family.My husband was out for a month for business purposes.I was alone in my palatial house only with my driver,Rajesh at our garage.One day,my driver came and told me openly that madam the thing that I will say you now,by that you may throw me away from my job,but still only for your sake I will have to tell this to you.I asked what? He told me openly that madam you are too sexy and whenever I see you I have an erection.I can give you the tremendous pleasure of sex that you cannot even imagine.

I also have a friend to whom women die to have sex. He is a Truck driver. Just think your husband is not here and you remain unconscious of what is the real meaning of sex.I and my friend can

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give you the limitless pleasure that you can ever imagine.I will come today in evening with my friend,if you think you can just kick me out,and I will never ever come and join your job again.Its your option,either you can have the unimagined pleasure or you can still stay like this till your husband returns and ever in life stay unknown from the fact that what was real sex.By saying this he went away.I stood their still and shocked.

In the evening the door bell rang.I found my driver with his huge build up friend.Rajesh asked what’s your decision?I closed my eyes took a deep breathe told come in.His friend was almost 6-2 in height and have 42 inches chest,very ugly,a fat man,black dirty skin with big pimples and wore a dirty shirt and a cockgi, will be of 42 years age and have lust in his eyes.I made all the arrangements for them and was preparing dinner. They came in and sat in drawing room at that time I was in blue sari and a matching sleeveless blouse. He had brought a adult picture and we all were enjoying that movie.But we dint talk and I was too much nervous as I was totally confused. On 9 o'clock Rajesh told me to arrange dinner before that they had taken scotch.

Rajesh introduced him that, this is Mr. Rahaman and this is my madam Amisa. We said hello each other, then Rahaman said you are very much lucky Rajesh; you got such a beautiful madam.I became shy in but we all smiled on his comment. I was in utter confusion too, as by hearing the name Rahaman,' I realized that he was a Muslim..and I was a Hindu. Yet I was getting easy with the situation too. Mr. Rahaman said you are really a beautiful lady and have a marvelous figure I just smiled but I felt his thirst eyes on my body, he was watching my mountains and depths. I felt a lot shy. I was in such a position infront of my own driver. I was wondering what was the next. After completing the dinner we went to guest room and I went to bedroom.

My driver said madam,do you want us together or one by one? I was nervous and kept silent and put my eyes down in shame.Rajesh laughed and told Rahaman you enjoy first and then I will.
    Rahaman came up close to me with Rajesh.Rajesh told him  Rahaman now Amisa is only for your enjoy and he went to the guest. Now Rahaman closed the door and came near to me and said actually I was praying to god, how can I get you and god gave me a chance. Then he said you are really a beautiful lady and he took me in his arms I was silently presenting my self to him he lifted me like a doll and threw me on the bed I got little fear but what could I do? After that Rahaman dropped all his clothes except his underwear.

Then he came to me and opened my hairs, then he put his lips on my lips and started kissing passionately his kisses were very hard and rough during all that time he was slipping his palm on my butt and squeezing them passionately, he did my whole face wet by his. Then he pull my sari. And his hands were moving on my whole body and I really say, in starting I was feeling hate but now I was also feeling wet and was eager to lie under him. At that time I was in petticoat and blouse and perhaps 1/2 hour had spent oh god this time was too much for my husband and in this time we did complete sex so many times. But Rahaman just undid my sari now I was fully aroused and started slowly moaning but he was quite.

He lied beside me and asked to arouse him now it was my chance although I was feeling shame in starting but now I had gotten fully aroused. And I started to move my hands on Rahaman’s body up and down he closed his eyes I started kissing him. His chest was hairy and color was very fair, his thighs were very tight moreover he was a complete man. I kissed his nipples and naval now he started moaning ohhhh....aaahhaaahhhhh yeeesssssss youuu blooooooooody biiiitchhh. Now I wanted to see his big cock, which was trying to come out of his underwear. I fixed my fingers in the strip of his underwear and he lifted his hips and helped me to do him necked.

Now what a glorious seen was there a 10 inch cock is fully erected and two balls were hanging I sat on his chest and started to licking his cock I was very much eager to eat this lollypop because first time I was seeing a huge cock I was just playing with it like a little girl plays with dolls during this time my butt were on Rahaman's face and he was just squeezing them but I was fully concentrated on his huge cock. Now I was licking his precum and moving my mouth up and down I wanted to eat more and more and at last he burst in my mouth and filled me with his cum. He held my head tightly,so I drank it whole.

Then his wildness aroused suddenly and he told some abusing words and got me lie down and came in between my legs I was eager to show my lovely boobs to him because it was my costly property but Rahaman did not take interest to see them. Now he was concentrate on my naval and his tongue has entered in my naval he was licking it I closed my eyes but suddenly I opened my eyes because he toured my petticoat alas!!!! My costly petticoat. Now it was in two pieces, now he bent me and pull down my panty, blouse was still there on my body and I was in little wonder that why he is ignoring my lovely mountains. I was first time bottom less before being topless. Now his palms were moving on my butt also he was squeezing them and kissing them passionately

Now he told me to sit on knees and lift butt upward means like a bitch. I made this condition then he started to kiss my butts sometimes his tongue entered in my shit hole. Actually I was assuming that after sometime he will enter his big cock in my vagina from back side but when he put his cock on my shit hole I understood his notion and then I felt very much fear because sometimes my husband tried to do this but I strictly refused due to fear I thought how the 5" cock will entered in this tiny hole but now this is 10" cock so I just bent and told to Rahaman I think you are trying to take my ass but please don't do that it is very much tiny and it will injure but he laughed and told dear Amisa what your driver told previously that for the whole night you are only our.

Then I begged him to entered in pussy I told him to squeeze my boobs suck my nipples why don't you do that? Then he replied “madam, I first saw you in a shopping mall’s parking lot.That time your driver Rajesh pointed towards you and said that you are his madam.I never saw such a hottest and sexy woman like you. Actually madam when I first saw you then I became fan of your butt then I told it to Rajesh for having you, firstly he refused but when I convinced him the pleasure, he agreed and planned all this. So don't show any drama and present me your ass then I felt very much shame but now what can be happened but any how I wanted to protect my ass but he was now started to rape me.

Suddenly I gave him jerk by my ass so he fell backside and I ran away after opening the door and by wrapping myself with the bed cover.I thought to run to the bathroom and lock myself from this animal.But as I opened the door Rajesh who was in guest room ran and caught me.I screamed that let me go,I wont do this!!!!! but My driver pulled and snatched the bed cover and flew it away.He watched me with lust and said you really have a hot sexy figure,how can we let you go hotty??????????At the same time Rahaman came there,my driver  smiled and asked what happened? Rahaman shouted on Rajesh she is not supporting me. Then Rajesh told him no problem I will help you and then my driver and Rahaman lift me in their hands.

I was shocked due to my driver and an stranger was taking or rather raping me like this. But what could I do? Now we all came to bed room. Rahaman said to Rajesh, her pussy is used by her husband and I wanted something new and her ass is virgin because she was saying she refused to for ass fucking so now please help me. Then Rajesh saw me and told, madam don't worry it will be little painful but afterwards you will enjoy. But I was not ready then he undress himself and sat on bed and just tore my blouse what a shameful seen my driver toured my blouse in front of another person. Then Rahaman came near and just unhooked my bra. Now I was fully naked and I was not aware what they are going to do?

Then Rajesh told to Rahaman: Woh! Did you see her boobs???? What a fantastic guns she has!!!!!!!!  I am a great fan of them but Rahaman replied Ok I will taste them later. Then Rajesh held my both boobs and started to squeeze them and took nipples in his mouth then from back side Rahaman came and entered his finger in my pussy now I knew they were trying to make arouse me. Rahaman made me sat on knees like a bitch I was begging but they did not show any sympathy my hands were caught by Rajesh and boobs were in his mouth Rahaman hold my waist and put his cock head on my butt hole I just cried by pain but as soon as I opened my mouth for crying my driver entered his cock in my mouth and I could not cry.


In the mean time Rahaman put his cockhead on my butt hole and pull my waist towards him but could not enter his cock into me then he asked to Rajesh have you some butter in kitchen because her hole is very much tight Rajesh told Ok. then Rahaman told him no no I will go and he left the room then I begged to Rajesh Please save me I can’t do that. Then my driver Rajesh said me madam just relax and enjoy.Why are you not understanding madam that it was my dream to have you? I am your driver and Rahaman is a truck driver.In both of our life we cannot have a more sexy beautiful woman than you! So how can we leave you,once we have got you?

 Then there was no other way and there was no one to save me so I just left myself free after coming Rahaman I made myself in bitch position Rahaman told yes Rajesh do work on her breast Rajesh started to squeezing my boobs then Rahaman applied some butter on my butt hole and some on his cock then he put his cock on my hole and applied some pressure I was feeling a lot of pain but I was not reacting at the same time they counted one, two, three and Rahaman pushed his cock forward and Rajesh push me backward and I gave out a large gaseous bomb out of my anal and now something was inside my butt hole

After a few seconds Rahaman pull his cock little outside and again they both did the same one, two, three and with another fart now I think his half cock was into my butt hole. My outer rim of my hole was torn & blood oozing out. Oh! that was so tight and bbig! I screamed in a loud voice “ooooeeeeeeeee oooeeeeee oh oh oee hi pleeeeease help, I wiiiill dieeeeeeeeeee. ooeeee my back its torn oo oo hi maa oee ooeeee my back its torn……You punctured my hole, you basted!”

Then they both gave some jerks after a while Rahaman told Rajesh now it is moving easily so you leave now and see the show Then my driver once again kissed my boobs and left me and sat on sofa now I was in Rahaman’s hand he told me Amisa darling now It will be more enjoyable for you also now assume you and me like a bitch and dog and move to and fro then I also thought while it is being helpless & no one to help me out then why should not I enjoy with this big cock. And I started to give support to Rahaman he was now increasing his speed and I also. My boobs were hanging to and fro.

His cock was feeling my hard shit inside my ass.I again requested “please take it out or I'll die,please,I beg you” There were tears in my eyes. Then Rahaman pressed my boobs a little hard and while licking on my ears  said ” I will not let you die, just enjoy it.” While ramming my ass,he moved his hand under my belly and placed his rough palm on my sweet chubby pussy.As I felt the touch on my  pussy I shivered and moaned.

Then he pulled his cock out. As his half  cock became out he pushed it in me with great force. I started crying “ooeee haeee noooooooooo I’ll die, its tooooooo much painnnnnnnnnn, please be still for a moment,pleaseeeeeeeee!” but he didn’t  listen to me and started fucking my ass madly. I collapsed!


He continued fucking without listening me and held my hips with his hands  and started fucking more fast. During fucking his cock was touching my hard shit inside my ass which  after some time felt soft and I discharged a lot of gasses from my ass, with smell, & with great noise. By then I had also  controlled my pains and started moving my ass with his motion.By that Rahaman gestured my driver "look the bitch is enjoying!" He continued fucking, then with his jerks my shit became soft and it started oozing out when his cock was moving out. Both Rahaman and my driver gasped by looking at it.My driver appreciated Rahaman and said you have really done a good job Rahaman! Soon madam will become a sex slave! Rahaman said your madam is a real hotty!

I was tired but was happy after 20/25 minutes he loaded my butt with his cum.Rahaman said “oh madam I am cuming” I dint know how I started uttering words like “hoooo now its pleasures, please cum inside me, pleaseeee & please don’t take your cock out, pleaseeee!” By seeing that Rahaman was yelling and laughing like mad!

    I also reached my orgasm and cummed right on his hand. He laid on my back for few minutes and then he  pulled his cock out. It came out with a “pucch“ sound and my shit also came out. Both of them started yelling and laughing like maniacs!

I laid gasping and then got relaxed now this was 3 am in night.Then Rahaman told Rajesh I got satisfied now I want to rest. Rajesh replied Ok let me enjoy now but I told loudly I am not satisfied they both look wondered me.
    I told you want to take my ass I gave it to you but now I am interested to take your 10 inch in my pussy because I never took such a big thing in my lady ness Rajesh cried on me good see I told you that I will give you the best pleasure of the world. Rahaman told quietly  Rajesh she is correct you may go I will enjoy with her,she is already becoming a sex addict and I will leave your madam when she will completely become a sex addicted woman.Rajesh laughing went to guest room then Rahaman closed the door.

 I told him yes come on and fuck me Now I am in love with you then he came near to me and his palms were moving on my whole body I was also kissing him. Then I lift my hands to tie up my hairs and gave him full look of my ripe mangoes and got success to attract him on them. He came near and took one tit in his rough hand and another tit in his mouth he was really sucking my nipples like a baby. I was smiling and was pleased that in last I made him mad on my boobs. After some time he changed his mouth and hand position on tits, after feeling passionate sucking I became a sex-servant of Rahaman.

After getting satisfied with my boobs he told me let us do 69. I agreed and climb on him and put my pussy on her thirst lips and took his tool in my mouth I was kissing his tool like a banana and he was fucking me with his tongue. He entered his thumb and finger into my pussy and found my clit and took it in his mouth. I was in heaven no doubt he was a complete man I said Rahaman I am coming he replied no problem and I came on his face most of my cum he drank after that he got lied me on bed and came in between my legs I spread my legs and gave a full look of my pussy.

Now he begun to rub over my pussy. He was by no means gentle. He knew only one way. Right there I could sense my pussy getting wet.He saw it too. He began rubbing harder & more passionately. Soon I was all aroused & was giving all of myself to him. I was making sounds like Oooooooohhhhhhh Aaaaaaahhhhhh. Ohhhhh Yeahhhhhhh. Do it….. Oohhhhh my Gooood. Uuuummmmmm. Suddenly he stopped & placed his ragging bull on my entrance.
    He gave a big big thrust. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. Oooooooohhhhhhhhh Noooooooo. Plzzzzzzzz slowwwwwlyy. I… I… I…. am Goooing Toooo Die. Plzzzzzzzzzz.

He entered his cock in my pussy with little barrier because I was habitual of only 5 inch so my pussy was tight but this man has just double. But Only ¼ of his cock was inside me. Suddenly with another big push he tore me entirely. I was bleeding and felt like virgin once again. After inserting he started to move to and fro. He knew only one speed. He was fucking me like a bull. I started moaning myself..ahh..ahhh ohhh yess...ohhh..oooooo woooo ooooooooh…. my god.Really he was giving me full pleasure.He fucked & fucked & fucked me.

I got a massive orgasm. I arched my back & splashed my juices on his  cock. I was moaning and producing sexy voices like ” OOhhh Yeahh. Uuuuummmmmm OOHHHHHHH Yeahhhhhh. Uuuuummmmmm. Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh Noooooooo. Yeahhh Babyyy. Ooohhhh Yeahhhhh. .He fucked me at least half an hour,and then he told "Ohh! darling I am about to cum."

I requested him to take it out and told him that I am not protected! But he gave me a wicked smile & increased his pumping. I scratched his face with my nails & started pushing him back. I begged please take it out, you don’t have a condom, please don’t do this please please take it out, please please.You are a Muslim.I am a Hindu! I tried to push him away, but hearing that he started fucking me more hard & with in next thirty seconds the basted exploded deep inside my pussy. He totally filled my absolutely fertile womb.  It seemed like a dam was broken. He filled me entirely & some even spilled out.

With his discharge he held me strongly and tightly jammed my pussy,and right then I arched and reached another orgasm.I was gasping with tears rolling down my eyes.

Then he planted a passionate kiss and went to the next room.


Next, my driver Rajesh came in. He was already nude. My driver was a very ugly man. He was big, bald and had a very thick and big cock.I saw it was half erect. I was lying on the bed.He watched my whole body with a very evil look for few seconds he said that madam you are really very sexy.I was silent and still was dazed to realize that my own driver was having me in this situation.

Then like a hungry wolf he jumped on me and started  kissing me everywhere. he was too much passionate.As he kissed on my neck I let out a gasp.
    After about ten minutes kissing on my lips, face and boob sucking he licked my belly and went down and touched my hairy pussy with my tongue. It was coated with Rahaman's cum and my juices. I shivered & jerked  as if I got a massive shock. He widened my legs and started licking more wildly. Hooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh  I started moaning badly.

Now he stretched my fair flabby legs further upto the point that it can be stretched no more, and so it hurt me like hell. Now my pussy protruded out in font of him, totally exposed. My driver said OHHHHHH! MADAM, YOUR PUSSY IS CUTE!!!!!! I closed my eyes in shame. Then he spit on he nasty cock  and rubbed its head with it and then placed it on my pussy.


As his cock touched my pussy my  body shivered. I was moaning. Then he cupped my big boob with right hand. My driver was playing with my boobs wildly. His cock was ready to enter my pussy. He asked me to put my tongue in his  mouth. I took his tongue in my mouth by saying “my vagina is torn by Rahaman & its paining, please insert your cock as slowly as possible, please!”

 Rajesh gave a evil smile at me and suddenly with a powerful jerk he entered his full cock in my pussy. Oh! Rahaman really loosened and enlarged my pussy badly,as my driver's full cock entered in my vagina easily. Right then I arched screamed and had a good squirt!!!!! My driver looking at that gasped Wow!!!!!! and stayed there for a moment and watched me with an evil look until I calmed down.

But Then just as he started pumping a little I couldn't control and again immediately arched my back & got a real squirting orgasm. They changed me so much that now I couldn't control myself. They turned me into a sex hungry bitch. By looking at that my driver told that "Madam are you trying to make any world record in cumming??? See how I made you a sex hungry slut!!!!! Soon you will be my sex slave!!!!" By saying that he started pumping slowly but in a very hardcore manner.Just then my screams converted into loud passionate moans. He tried to stretch my legs further but it couldn't go anymore and I moaned real loudly due to my pussy.

I  moaned in sexy voices “oooeee, ooooo noooooo yesssss ooooooooo uffffff……….. what a hard cock you have, its just like any donkey’s cock.” My driver replied “Oh! honey your pussy is so sweet and hot!!!!”.

But just as I was totally getting aroused,may be to tease me,he stopped pumping and started kissing my boobs. I moaned hoooooooo! I begged him please don't stop don't stop don't stop,please!!!!!!!!! I beg you,please don't stop.....please!!!!!!!! He looked at me and with a very big evil smile on his face he said "look madam,how I have turned you into a nasty bitch!!!!!! You are begging your driver to fuck you??????"

I said “when you told me that you would have sex with me and you would give me tremendous pleasure of sex that you cannot even imagine,I didn't know why just by hearing it, I got aroused. I just couldn’t wait any longer & lost control on my body!!!! I didn't had sex with anyone other than my husband and when you said these words to me I don't know why you made me realize that deep down in me I really wanted it badly!”


I told my driver that “Rajesh, I was feeling like I was having my first sex of my life.You truly gave me an extremely fantastic experience! Now PLEASEEEEE,   pump my pussy or I'll die!!!!!!” My driver smiled and started fucking very slowly and said “Madam,you are a very sexy woman. I always used to dream of fucking you. I used to masturbate in toilets with your thought. Madam, I am really taking extreme pleasures from your pussy!”

But I screamed “I cant control any more, please fuck me hard, hard, please hard, I request you.” with this automatically I moved my hips up and down his cock. By looking at that he laughed loudly and kissed my lips and started fucking me like a mad dog. I rolled my head back and started moaning real loudly!

My legs were stretched apart by him and he tightly held my legs in this position. But I dint know why my hips were moving up and down with his cock's rhythm and I screamed continuously with pleasure. suddenly I got a massive orgasm. I arched my back & splashed her thick juices out on my driver's cock. I was moaning loudly in sexy voices like ” OOHHHH Yeahhhhhh. Uuuuummmmmm. Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh Noooooooo. Yeahhh Babyyy. Ooohhhh Yeahhhhh. Faster Faster. Ohhh No. Ohhhh No… IIII please fuck me hard, please I cant take it, harder please!” within few moments I was again about to cum....

He paused fucking and told me that he was about to cum. I just ignore his words and told him in very seducing sexy voice that yes yes yeeeee hhhhhh ohhhhhh please be fast and fast again and cum inside me!!!!!! He told me but it may be risky if I come into you! But I replied in a low and shy voice that Rahaman has already broken my ordeal and so you can also cum inside me!!!!!!! It will be my fortune to become the mother of your child instead of my wimp husband!!!!!!!!!!" He smiled at me and inserted the full length of his big thick cock in me and loaded his hot sperm in my ovary.Ho! it felt so hot and in pleasure I just seemed to pass out.Right then I arched and shivered my whole body like a malaria patient and got the biggest orgasm of my life....

I went on cumming and stop my squirt....I screamed and gasped madly in pleasure "Ooooooooooooooo Oooooooohhhhhhh Aaaaaaahhhhhh. Ohhhhh Yeahhhhhhh. Do it….. Oohhhhh my Gooood. Uuuummmmmm.Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. Oooooooohhhhhhhhh Noooooooo.I… I… I…. am Goooing Toooo Die. Plzzzzzzzzzz.Oh Noooooooo. Yeahhh Babyyy. Ooohhhh Yeahhhhh. Faster Faster. Ohhh No. Ohhhh No… IIII Ammmmm cant stopppppp Comingggg."

After that we both got tired. I told him you are my dream man!! He asked why? I replied because I like brave persons and you are like that! He asked me how? I replied with a shy smile you fuck me on the bed of my husband, me being a gorgeous and millionaire woman you made me fuck a stranger like a cheap ugly truck driver and you changed me completely from a faithful wife to a sex hungry bitch!!!!!!!" By hearing that he smiled and kept kissing me real passionately on my lips and squeezed my boobs and rubbed my pussy.

Then I embraced him and we were lying by hugging each other.Then Rahaman came inside the room.I smiled at him and he also smiled at me. Rahaman said "just few hours ago when I first saw you,you were such a good rich shy and faithful wife,and look now you have become such a cheap slut that two men have violated you.You have become pregnant by your own driver and a truck driver."
Rahaman said, "Really,Rajesh your madam is a fantastic the hottest lay."

My driver asked me, "Honey, did you really enjoy?" I replied "Yeah,. It was really a great experience. both of you had good cocks. I enjoyed very much,”  "Now I hate my husband's cock,I really love both of you after all this. You are really fantastic, Rajesh. From today I’ll call you Rajesh and not Driver. By hearing that both of them started laughing madly.Then my driver gave me a good passionate kiss on my lips.

After this I became their sex slaves forever.Whenever Rajesh gets chances he fucks me,whenever my husband remains outside the station Rahaman comes with Rajesh and uses my body in raw sex.Actually I no more have sex with Rajesh and Rahaman,I just make love with them in sex.
Now I have four kids.The elder one is of my husband’s and the rest three are of my driver Rajesh's and Rahaman's.Both Rajesh and Rahaman prefer having me without condom for the maximum pleasure and Rajesh says that he loves seeing me pregnant with his kids.
My husband as on date dint find out the truth,even if he finds out,I dont care,I'm contended with my life,besides I already have two glorious hasbands.

           From The True Documentary Of
                      R A X


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Sweet Mary let's play

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On Tuesday i watched my neighbor fuck my wife of 5 years... He has been lusting after her for sometime and what he didn't know was she wanted him... and more specifically him and his wife.
We visited, flirted and tested the limits but it was not until today Nancy acted on her desire...
Jim's kids were gone to see his ex-wife, the house was quiet and the moment was right.
She told me earlier that morning she planning to visit him and get the ball rolling...My neighbor, Jim and his wife Connie, lived next to us for several years... and they were a good looking couple, He was tall 6'3, tanned & successful, and he as willing to do what takes to spark up the sex life...
We have seen other women and couples coming and going.
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And we know they weren't members of the PTA... Jim frequently ran around the house and pool with only his bathing suit... He drove Nancy crazy...

Nancy and I were never invited to Jim & Connie's parties....but we stood in the exact same spot I'm standing in now, and watched in complete fascination as Jim and Connie's secret life played like a movie.......
Connie was no hag she was 5'4" blue eyes, blond hair, she had a tightly packaged body with man-made boobs and bubble butt proportionate to her pettite frame.... Connie would lay out in the backyard without a top and the smallest thong bottoms she could find ...
I would stand in the up stairs window for hours hoping she would stand up or roll on to her back.... Her body had no flaws... and I should know i inspected at every opportunity...

Nancy and I watch as Jim coaxed his guests out of their clothes & Connie would be the aggressor She would lick suck and bring the party to a boil......
Standing there in our special spot Nancy would take a position in front of me... and would run my hands over body, under her shirt and down her pants... Her pants frequently ended up down around her knees. Jim would be getting his cock sucked and Connie was licking their female guest's pussy all the while a male guest would be driving his cock into Connie's beautiful pussy.

Connie perfered women but never turned down a good ass fucking... we watched several fuck sessions before deciding to take the next step... Nancy wanted Jim's large cock in every hole and I wanted to feel the heat from Connie's hairless pussy gliding over my face... grinding on my cock and watching my dick disappearing up her ass.......

The plan was set Nancy would make up some excuse to visit next door... Connie was out of the house and Jim was watching some videos of their earlier adventures...
From the bulge in Jim's shorts he liked what saw and Nancy took advantage of it...
She sat near him on the couch and she made some comment about his growing bulge...... Thats when he noticed the video was still running....
It was a scene of his cock disaaparing in a mature women's pussy
and he stood up and realized he had to cross in front of Nancy, who was admiring his bulge....
Nancy hands ran up the outside of Jim's legs only to disappear under his shorts... She felt the length of his cock , smiled as she pulled the grey material to the side ..and she admired it before sliding the tip into her mouth... His pants fell at his feet, Jim step out of them and grabbed Nancy's head on both sides and drove his cock down her throat...

now with his cock down her throat she removed her clothes -which consisted of only necessities shirt and skirt- no panties ... no bra ...

Nancy's body -now completely naked- drove Jim into a fucking frenzy... Jim knew his wife would return at some point and he wasn't sure of her response......
Jim removed his cock from Nancy's mouth... he pushed Nancy back on the couch and pulled legs up... she opened her legs and Jim fell to his knees and proceed to lick her from bttotom of her asshole to the top of her clit... I was amased by the length on his strokes ...he repeated them over and over only pausing to stick his tongue is Nancy's pussy and then return to bury it in her ass.... From what I could see on Nancy's face she was "liken dat" Nancy in meantime pulled on Jim's cock, pulled and twisted on her large sexy nipples...

As I stood there I became aware there was someone else here.....
And as you probably have already guessed it was Connie...... What's going on ? she asked. I took her by the hand and had her stand in front of me ....and she watched as Jim continued to lick Nancy sweet ass... She backed up and leaned up against me for support I thought at first...
We stood there and watched as Nancy's naked body turned around to face the couch... Jim ran his hands over her tight ass and you could see goose bumps of anticipation over take Nancy skin... Jim's hard cock slid into Nancy's pussy slowly at first but with each down stroke he slammed it into her with greater & greater force... Nancy could not hide her passion as his cock rammed into her... She moaned, gasped for breath and told him to fuck her harder...
H complied and grabbed Nancy's titz and squeezed them partially to balance himself and partially to add to her passion....

As we stood there i felt i had to hold Connie's trembling body... She dropped her right hand and placed on my hard cock . My cock was peaking out of the top of my shorts and Connie ran her smooth hand over the tip... The feel of her warm smooth on my cock just helped it grow hard with each touch....

My hands started at her waist but within seconds I had one hand on her braless titz and the other easily disappeared under the elastic waist band of her short skirt... One hand was not enough to hold her titz... but i pulled on each nipple twisting them ...exploring them

The waist band was loose -almost stretched out... but my hand found it's target.. a nearly hairless soft extremely wet pussy craving attention I ran one finger in but she demanded more soon three other finger explored her young wet pussy... Connie pressed her ass up agaist me running her ass crack down the length of my cock....

with everything going on outside i had to re-focus on the Nancy fantasy...

Nancy's body shook as her wet gushing pussy shot her joy juice on Jim's cock....and down his legs. But he wasn't done... He pulled his cock out of Nancy's pussy and placed at the entrance to her asshole... She took the initiative by lining up Jim's cock and by pressing her asshole back against the tip of Jim's cock... Pain gave way to lust and Nancy was determined to have Jim fill her ass with Jim's Jizz #34...They started slowly and gently but once his dick was buried inside her she wanted it hard and he was convinced that was what she was going to get..
Slam went his dick and Nancy would ask for more....

Their bodies tensed and shook at the sametime as Nancy fingered her clit and Jim shoved his cock up Nancy's ass for last time... Nancy squeeled as Jim released his white magic up her ass... he tried to contol it but he was past the point of no return... They collasped on the couch with Nancy oozing Jims' cum out of her asshole and Jim's cock throbbed with conbination of Nancy's ass juice and his own home grown formula..

AS they were finshing their fuckfest I hand one hand full of tit and the other primming Connie's pump... I removed her two articles of clothing and buried my face i her pussy... she leaned against my house and raised her leg offering me access to well groomed pussy... I copied what saw Jim do by running my tongue over her ass hole and pussy with special attention to that patch of flesh between her asshole and Connie's pink pussy.
Connie ahowed her appreiciation by grinding her body against my face... My fingers probed inside of her pussy searching for anywhere that would send her over the edge again..... And Eureka she tried climb away as she came... but i held on tight..

with everything going on out here i did hear the back door open and there stood Jim and Nancy ... I at first thought WHAT THE f88k but Nancy leaned over and began to suck Connie's tits and Jim support Connie as I lined up my dick and entered her ass

I shoved my cock in two or three strokes in her ass and removed it and jammed it in her pussy where Nancy was rubbing feverously
Connie's body became red hot and the closer she got to cumming the more i was convinced I would right behind her ....
I removed cock from Connie's ass and offered to my wife she shoved down her throat and swallowed it all .... We sucked and licked Connie until she brewed up another Gyser..

That afternoon -as it came out later -was a plot between the girls to get what they wanted....We are now invited to any of their parties and we love sharing each other........ Care to share ?

OKAY SO I CHEAT

itsonlyfun on Cheating Stories

 Okay so I cheat.

 Today it would be called the 'Adrenaline rush' back then and even now,it was and is the thrill of not getting caught. Yeah,after all these years I still do it,its like a buzz drug to me.

 Understand,its purely lust not love. Love is always for my husband and kids. If I'd ever got or get caught I think the buzz would be ended.

 This is all true and as I recall,it was the first time and got me caught up on this illicit exciting game of sex.

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 Firstly,I've never disclosed this to anyone before. Mother,si

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ster,no one. Its not conscience now,I was just casting my mind back over things and while reading these pages,it occured to me that some of you may get a buzz from my antics as well.

 It came about in a simple way I suppose. I'd been preparing for a small family get together at christmas. Not all of them,just a cousin and her husband and children,with my hubby and our two. This mainly was because the others without kids were more inclined to booze in pubs where at that time kids were not allowed. We must have been married a few years and as I said,we had two young ones. They had three,the youngest being a couple of months older than our oldest. So,fun is being had by all,food eaten party games etc. being enjoyed. A minimal amount of booze had been partook of. All fairly irrelevant here,but the setting for what happened. The cousin and her husband were several years our senior,again purely as a back drop.

 I having had a couple of kids was no stick insect and the cousin wasn't either,so it wasn't any sort of bodyform desire because of our differences and my husband and her's were very similar in build and fairness of features. But there was a supple difference I was about to experience. This is where we really start the tale.

 With tea party well finished I realised it would be wise to do some washing up of dishes as we were light on dishes and stuff,having been only married a little while. So,in a general manner,I picked up some off the dining room table and in passing,said to no one in particular, 'I'll just clear these and wash them while you're all enjoying the fun' Off I potter,but as the door behind me closed,it reopened and not far behind me,my cousins husband followed with other utensils.

 "I'll lend a hand then" Sure,nothing wrong in that I thought. So as I drew hot water he traipsed to and fro till all the stuff was in the kitchen. Nieve I may sound,but I hadn't a clue where this was leading. As I put an amount into the sink and started swilling them off. He picked up a tea towel as though to start wiping them as I done the swilling. None of it,it was just a cover as I soon got to realise. With the cloth in his left hand and although I didn't suspect at the time,draped down our left side which faced on the side anyone coming from the lounge could first see us if anything untoward was going on between us. I finched as his right hand,firstly smoothed my bum cheek,then smoothed up and down my bums groove followed by sneakily moving around my hip and in towards my groin.

 It was all gently done and as he came more close allowing him to reach around farther into my groin I distinctly felt his protruding knob press at my behind. This was because as his hand came towards where it shouldn't have been,I in pulling my belly away from his reaching hand at the front,pushed my bum towards his cock. I instinctively wriggled, while quietly saying, 'NO! Don't be stupid,you'll get caught' My moment of wriggling allowed him to press even more towards me and I went all hot as his bulge pressed at my bums groove. "You like it then?" 'NO! Don't be stupid,leave me alone and stop it' By now I'd gone all hot and felt sweaty, - Partly with embarrassment and partly fear of being caught I think.

 God! He's trying to smooth my groin now and his hand is formidably close to my pussy. 'NO! We mustn't, - WE now not YOU! - Stop now' I then innocently made an almighty mistake. In trying to wriggle away from his searching fingers I inadvertantly helped him to press right into my pussy. The more I bent the deeper his fingers pressed in between my legs,making me press back even more onto his now stiffening prick. I felt trapped and panicky. 'We'll be ca-u-ght,stop doing it to me' "You're loving it,be honest,don't it give you a buzz that they might catch us?"

 At that moment,my heart was going to burst through my rib cage. I don't know what had happened to the tea towel but his other hand now came in from his left side and he was trying to reach my pussy from both sides. I grabbed at the sink and tried to stupidly fumble with the dishes as though I was still washing them. The tinkling I knew was my instincts trying to hide what was going on. I now felt all weak and a strange feeling came over me. As his hands sliding up and down in my groins had by now pulled my clothes up so that I could feel his fingers on my bare skin,I stood fixated to the spot. Another sensation,the bastard bit at my neck, - he was giving me a love bite. - 'No! Not there,it'll show' - What the fuck am I saying? - I got the full treatment,my neck was hurting he bit so hard. Dizzily now my mind reeled, How could I hide it,without making it obvious?

 By now I felt and knew he had some fingers through my knickers leg and was feeling my wet slit. Yeah,I was wet alright,I knew it and he felt it. Breathing heavily,he gripped my pussy closely with the full flat of his hand,but now not moving just gripping at my quim. I could feel a fumbling going on but I felt paralyzed. Then,complete shock. The hand fumbling by my bum,pulled at my skirt and I had the sensation of something warm was by my bum cheek. My face felt as though it would pop. I knew it was on fire and I knew what had given me this panic feeling. It was his cock! He had his cock out and up against my bum. I realised,to be against my naked bum cheek which it was, he must have pushed it between my knickers and my skin.

 "Don't fight,you know you want it" I want it? My mind was whizzing,he was pulling at my knickers,this way and that, - I'm going to have a heart attack,that's what it is,as my pumping heart pounded in my chest, - We're any second now going to get caught... As my mind shot all these things past my brain, my legs were on another plain,he was pressing his cock at my thighs and trying to get my knickers out of the way. These legs of mine were helping by opening my thighs, I knew he now had my knickers to one side,the reason being,I could feel his cock sliding all slippery along my quims slit. I heard my voice saying, 'Cum doing that,don't put it up me' No sooner had my voice said it,than I felt him slip into my pussy.

 I gripped at the edge of the sink as he gripped around and deeply now into my groins. I could feel his fingers on my pubes as he started fucking me with force. He was making me orgasm, I make a lot of noise when I do cum normally,but I felt as though I was choking as I held back the sounds and my orgasm then hit me like a thunderbolt. His sperm hit at the same time. He gripped at me like a limpet on a rock as his surging continued thrust after thrust until with a grunt my pussy was empty of cock. He'd finished and pulled it out.

 I took no notice as he wiped our juice from his cock with the tea towel. I did look as he calmly put his cock away and zipped up his fly. I just couldn't believe just how casual he was acting. I moved from the sink to a less conspicuous corner of the kitchen and awkwardly pulled my skirt up and mucked about with my knickers fearing I'd be caught pulling them straight to stop any sperm dripping onto the floor and giving us away. I even got another tea towel out. He had a dirty smile on his face as I retrieved the spunky towel and bunged it in the washing machine so there was no chance of one of the kids touching it and asking an awkward question.

 On watching me doing this he whispered, "You enjoyed that didn't you?" For a second I hated him. He knew more about me than I knew myself. I had fucking enjoyed the fucking,the fear of being caught and the secretive feeling now in my belly. It was as though his hardon was still inside me,my orgasm was still tingling, - I wondered whether this was because I had to keep my usual noise confined inside me. But I think it was that we now were going back where our spouses were,knowing they had no idea we'd just fucked their partners. Sounds like betrayal but we hadn't been caught. What they didn't know couldn't hurt them! Lust was supreme!

 For the rest of the evening all went normal. But quite late into the evening as they were about to leave,her husband again got me buzzing. I went to the other room to get their coats and he followed me and thinking we were alone,he deeply kissed me and while in so doing,he felt up my skirt and fingered me again,inside my knickers. I nearly died as my husband pushed the door aside and I'm sure he saw that I had a hand fingering my pussy. I broke the kiss and may have got away with that bit,but my skirt hem only fell slowly into place,so I'm still convinced even now my husband had seen me getting felt on my naked quim. Not a word was ever said about this and for ages after,it had me not only worried but curious why if he did in fact see what was happening,he failed to comment at all.

 More if you like it. There is many more times I can assure you.

High School Trainer 2

Duffman33 on Cheating Stories

After finally arriving home, I was hornier than ever.  I still had no idea what Brian meant but I was a little nervous.  Mostly turned on, but also a little apprehensive of what would happen next.  I hated my husband for neglecting me, but still loved him and wasn't sure I was ready for him to find out about my extramarital affairs.  I pulled into the garage and after gathering my things, I entered the house.  Right away, my husband was there in the family room, watching TV.  I almost gasped, but managed to croak out a "hello".  He got up and came over to kiss me hello.  After kissing me, he paused and looked at my hair.  "Honey, you have something in your hair," he said, pointing.  I suddenly felt my stomach drop,
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remembering the copious amounts of semen Brian pumped into my mouth, on my face, and even on my hair.



"Oh, it's just this new analgesic product we're trying.  It gets everywhere and it's stickier than hell," I somehow managed to stammer out.  Of course the bastard couldn't have cared less about me, so he just said, "That sucks," and went back to watch his damn television.  On the one hand, I was happy I managed to lie to his face, but on the other, I was just caught with another man's cum all over my hair and he didn't even seem to care about the possibility.  I hated him a little more right then.  O well.  I decided to quickly wash my hair in the kitchen sink and begin to cook dinner.  I entered the dining room and had the second shock of the day.  "Hi, Mrs. D!  You look nice!"  Brian cockily said as he and my son looked up from their homework on the dining room table.  Jesus, I was going to have a heart attack yet.  "B-Brian, what are you doing here," I asked nervously.  "He's helping me with his homework and staying for dinner.  Is that cool, mom," my son asked me.  "Y-yes, I should have enough."  I quickly entered the kitchen and tried to slow my heart rate.  I began to wash my hair in the sink and got dinner going.  I called everyone to the table and was just about to put out the salads.



Brian quickly chimed in, "Here let me help you, Mrs. D!"  He got in the kitchen and immediately began to squeeze my tits and rub my pussy.  Still being extremely horny from earlier, I quickly responded and started dripping again.  Brian pushed me to my knees and told me to suck his cock.  I looked up at him and told him that anyone could come in at any time.  "I don't give a fuck, bitch.  Start sucking."  For the second time of the day, I felt like my body had a mind of its own.  I continued to plead with him not to make me blow him right then, but my hands reached out, unzipped his pants and fished his already semi-hard cock out.  As I was still telling him we shouldn't, I took him into my mouth and began to go to work.  I could hear my husband and son right outside the door, which got me going even more.  Brian, too, apparently, since he suddenly groaned and said, "Fuck, slut, where do you want it?"  Just as he said that, I heard my husband comment on how slow I was to get the food out, and that maybe the job was too much for me to handle.  An evil thought entered my mind, and I grabbed my husband's salad and held it under Brian's cock as I finished him off in my mouth and dribbled his jizz all over my husband's salad.  Brian laughed and out his cock away.  We brought the salads out and I watched in joy as my husband chowed away.  Take that, asshole, I thought.  For all the times you made me swallow your nasty ass cum, now you can taste a real man.  



My husband said he really liked the salad.  I told him that Brian helped me make it special for him.  He thanked Brian and we began to eat our main entree.  After we began eating, I could see my son and husband were caught up in the game so I reached under the table right next to me and began to jerk Brian off.  I still couldn't believe how big his dick was, and that I had missed out on real sex for so many years.  I felt his dick get a little bigger and "accidentally" dropped my napkin on the floor.  I went under the  table and quickly finished Brian off in my mouth, not swallowing all of it.  I got back up, and began clearing the table.  As I passed my husband, I gave him a big kiss, slipping in my tongue, and of course a little extra, courtesy of my new master.



After dinner, Sean and Rick said they were beat and going to bed.  Sean said "That's cool, man.  I gotta bounce anyway.  I'll help your mom real quick with the dishes and then let myself out.  I'll see you tomorrow."  We cleared the table, and I could not keep my hands off of him.  Finally, he slapped me.  "Bitch, you are mine and you will do what I say when I say it.  Now finish washing these dishes."  Shocked, more from what he said than the slap, I began to wash the dishes.  I thought he wanted to knock me up.  Why was he acting this way now.  Finally, I finished and then looked at him.  "To the basement, cunt," Brian said sternly.  We walked down to the basment and I realized my husband did one thing right.  He had built an impressive entertainment unit down there a few years ago, but because of the loudness of the speakers, he soundproofed the entire basement to avoid noise complaints.  Brian and I could fuck as loud and as hard as we wanted and no one would know.  Ironic that my husband made it possible for me to get off with a real man easily.



Once down there, Brian suddenly was so sweet and apologetic and began to gently kiss me and rub me.  He took off all of my clothes and then laid me down on the couch.  After stripping, he got ontop of me and lined up his cock with my slit.  He looked deep into my eyes and then plunged his cock to the hilt in one push.  I screamed and came all over his dick.  He began to plow me, making me cum again and again.  I was begging for more and moaning his name so loud, I was actually a little nervous the soundproofing would not work.  Finally, he pulled out, making me moan for him to put it back in.  But he had other ideas.  He laid down on the ground and told me that he was very close.  If I wanted him, to come ride his cock and take his baby batter deep.  This was it, the point of no return.  Did I want to make my husband a cuckold, or should I stop now and try to salvage my marriage.  Eventually, I had no choice and straddled his cock.  I looked deep into his eyes and moaned, "Put your baby into my belly.  Fuck my husband, he doesn't deserve this pussy."  I sank to his balls, and began to ride him hard, wanting his cum in my womb more and more.  He told me that I was his forever, and that anywhere, anytime, my pussy, mouth, and asshole were his, and his alone.  Then he told me that I his breeding bitch and that my family was going to increase by a lot.  When he said that, I felt so slutty, I came even harder than before, my pussy clamping down on his cock.



The sudden pressure cause him to arch his back and unload into my unprotected and very fertile pussy.  I collapsed onto his chest and we just lay there making out, with his cock buried inside of me, cum dripping out slowly.  We fucked one more time, slower this time, as a husband and wife.  He left one more load inside of me and then we both got dressed.  I kissed him goodbye at the door and just before I could go upstairs to shower and go to bed, my cell phone rang with a voicemail.  Apparently, someone called while I was in the basement since we have no service down there.  I listened to the message.  It was from the football coach.  "Hi Cindy.  I was just calling to tell you I like the bra you wore to school today.  I found it in the training room, ripped and stained with cum.  After reviewing the security cameras, I think we need to have a chat tomorrow before work.  Be there on time... Oh, and don't wear any underwear.  You won't need it."