Dom gulped as she walked towards slowly him, hips swaying. Placing her lips on his, they shared a lingering kiss. Suganya moved up close to him and undid the knot in his tie before starting to unbutton his shirt, but Dom pushed her away. "Wait, this is wrong."

The indian temptress pulled her skirt up a little higher to reveal more of her thigh."You wanna miss out on this?" she asked though it was no proper question for any red blooded male; Dom ran over to her and the pair groped frantically. As they shared their passionate embrace, Dom hiked her skirt up, grabbed her pert ass and held her thigh as they made towards the table.

"You're gonna get a good fuck you little tease" said Dom as Suganya felt his rippled six pack, kissing him down his chest and rubbing his body. He started undoing her blouse as he groped her neck, kissing her across her shoulder. As he ripped her top off, he set his eyes on Suganya's perfect breasts supported by a lacy black bra. 

she came over to me and asked me if i was staring at her chest, of course i said no, but she kept going and said "you want to touch them don't u? no ma'am. she stuck her chest out in front of me and told me to go ahead nervously i stuck my hand out a started to rub.

then she asked "do u want to fuck me?" yes i said, so she  pulled away and started to makeout with me our tounges thrashing viciously against one another,soon she reached down and grabbed my cock she smiled and said feels big can't wait to see, so she undid my pants an saw my cock, and started to suck meanwhuile i took her shirt off revealing a matching purple bra with hard nipples, i took off my shirt and her bra and let her beautiful breast fall out.

moment later i came in her mouth,and she swallowed and told me to fuck her as hard as i could so i took off the rest of her clothes and mine, got behind her inserted myself into her nice wet warm pussy and started to pump like there was no tommorrow, about 3 mins later i could feel cum building up, and she started moaning and told me to fuck harder, so i did and one the 4th pump i blew my huge load, and she screamed and i could feel her juices running down my hard cock a few mins later we were screwing again, then after the 3rd time we finally had to stop cause we were making too much noise so with a final butt fuck we stopped and as we were getting dressed she asked me if i needed help and i said yeah i think i need tutoring.

she said ok just come to my house this weekend and we'll "study" and i did that for the rest of the year until another teacher caught us in the bathroom, then all the other teachers became interested but thats another story.

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Pulling his black nut sack out I stared in aw at that enormous cock lie up around his stomach it had to been 10 plus inches. “ Get down on it and suck it!” I smelt his black aroma putting my smooth mouth around that fat brown head. My head was a whirl on that cock head.

 “ You got a small penis huh bitch? I bet that white boy in there can’t give it to her like myself”

Placing his large hand on the back of my head as I stroked him hard with my hand and mouth going to the entrance of my lubed throat. I answered with my head moving around my mouth nodding. I herd Larry walk to the back of the van he rocked it a little bit as he walked getting the pipe from Anthony laying back.

“The nut sack bitch! Come on! Get on floor! I bet Angel could show you how to suck my dick.”

 I was on my knees quickly, grabbed hold of that large sack and placed a ball in my mouth as he jerked it against my forehead getting hard! “ You see Karen now don’t you after we bang the fuck out of her, I think Angie would want some and you know the saying Bitch once go black you don’t go back!” she’s not going back she’s licking that fat cock of Tyron’s. I am sure Angel will to. So how old is the Ugly bitch she don’t look that good in the face, but I fuck her mouth. She takes it up the ass? Put that shit in your throat whore.” Na I bet the only thing you know about her ass is your face.

            My head was bobbing furiously on the back floor getting Anthony’s deeper in my stretched throat I stroked his cock and grabbed his nut sack as I was so turned on by him talking down to me, and talking about giving his black cock to Angela. I felt Larry reached over and played with my nylon thigh raising my shirt felling my fake boobies, laughing out right.

            “ What a sissy you are for wanting too see your girlfriend fucked by a real man. You think she can handle this” stroking the base of his black dick shoving more down my choking throat? I bet the old whore can she’s looks like she’s been used a lot.” He grabbed a hold of my ear and head pushing his cock head into the back of my throat. My hands went on the back seat he stretched my mumbling lips around his thick shaft gagging hard I couldn’t get my head off his cock in my throat pushing deeper fucking my mouth until eight full inches were lodged in my drooling mouth. “Keep it right there you fucking whore oh fuck yea” I kept my mouth around his meat breathing threw my nose, as Anthony held my head straight on his enormous dick. Pumping a few more strokes until a few more inches made it down my stretched throat his balls slapped my chin he used my face to jack off his cock shooting down my throat then immediately. Blowing cum out from my nose, and mouth getting most of it in my stomach tasting his powerful blast in straight to my stomach and mouth tasting thick salty cum. I stroked his penis going soft in my mouth.

 “Alright Angel told me the routine about putting my dick back up.”

 I slowly bobbed up his shaft mumbling around his wet head tasting all his nasty sperm. I pulled it from my mouth breathing hard I was so hot in the back of this van. Larry handed the pipe back to Anthony as he got up. “Angel smoke crack right?”

 “ Well pot I don’t think she smokes crack. What about the money” I was worried he wasn’t going to pay. “I’ll give it to Tyrone now I am going to go hit on your girlfriend. He slid the door open and left. I got back up on the seat. I was in aw at this point using my fingers to fix myself crossing my silky legs, dangling my heel.

 Would Angel or Cliff go along with sleeping with Anthony thinking to myself? He seamed to me he was on the hunt. Larry asked about Angel and Karen I told him information about us.  We had a good conversation before he told me on my knees in front of him in a co-captains chair, I knelt down using my small jewelry fingers unbutton his pants I could feel his big bulged thicker then Anthony’s. “Oh my its so big” I pulled it out from his underwear and tasted his uncircumcised fat head stroked his moving dark skin with my hand. “ Yea lick it like a dirty whore while I think about that Redhead on my jock common baby. She has some big tits 38C you said. Whew! Um yea Dang she’s have a loose pussy to I bet I could stretch her out with this black cock and make it squirt.” He wiggled it around my mouth. Larry had about the same length 10 inches, but Larry’s was fatter, and uncircumcised. I mumbled stroking that fat meat only getting half of it in my mouth stroking, and sucking it easier going in and out of my smeared mouth. Panting in loud slurps moving his meat furiously back and forth. He sat forward grabbing the back of head jerking a few more inches in my slurping mouth. I couldn’t help it anymore I found my hand rubbing my small penis threw my sheer nylons the other grasped his hairless balls. Larry thrusted forward finding my throat I gagged hard around that fat black penis getting hard in my gasping mouth. My lips felt tight I gagged hard blowing around his thick black shaft. I stroked myself fast getting my cracker little dick to its full length of 5 inches and his dark skin moved between my mumbling lips, and feeling his uncut head moving in and out of my stretched throat.

            “You Like that uncircumcised dick in your throat ho? I bet you do yea play with your self-bitch. You know its just amount of time before Anthony is going to have Angel, on his shit like you are. Get the ugly bitch drunk, she’ll put out I am sure. Karen has probley told her about Tyron’s cock. Yea that’s right slut suck it make it come. Um yea suck it.”

 I gagged hard with that thick dick moving in and out of my throat making it sloppy, slurping humiliating noises pummeling my face.  I sucked his fat uncut for a while before a knock on the side of the van. I thought it was the sound of my head hitting the driver’s chair. “ Bitch gets in the back hurry! I hurried crawling in the back losing a heel. Larry packed his hard cock away. He slid the sliding van door open some. “Man I getting my shit sucked in here yea she’s in here get in. The two young teens came inside the van one in an all red jump suit braids around 19 tall and toned. The other was in a Black and white players shirt black pants. They were young and head strong, obnoxious.

“Sup Larry when you going to get the other two bitchs in here?”

They shut the door. “ Man I don’t know nigga. You guys wanting some head you going to have to wait a second coming back to the back seat unbuckling his meat again still hard finding my mouth standing up. “ Na we want some of Strawberry and the other bitch.” I took that uncut head back to the back part of my mouth moving the thick prick in a rhythm in my mouth. I sat there opened my legs as his hips found its mark thrusting up in my mouth grabbing a head full of hair slamming my mouth getting most of his meat in my sloppy mouth tasting gooey pre-cum slide around my throat. Gagging hard my hands went to waist only to get swatted away. I took all of his 10 inch meat in my mouth gargling obscene breaths. My face made a big O around his dark meat. His nuts slapped my chin, and my jaw knocked fucking my face hard. He pulled it out I heard the boys applauding upfront “On the face!”

I stomped my right pump on his foot in the van floor choking me on his meaty dick. My head was against the backseat when he jerked my head off it slapped my gasping face shoving it back in he continued to jerk 4inchs in and out of my sloppy mouth, then pulling out his meat with a plop, and splashing cum all over my nose, and eye. He continued to jerk his cock in my mouth making sure I swallow some holding my head splashing my forehead. Shaking his spent black penis across my lips and cheeks. “

“Hey Larry yo want get high I got some skunky weed here.”

 I kissed the head putting it back in his pants fixing him. “Thanks Larry I said swallowing catching my breath coughing some in the back.

 “No problem ho” Larry zipped his pants up walked in the front of the van. Turning on some music playing it kind of loud, as they got high. I got out my compact I knew my mouth was smeared, and probley my face. My other heel was somewhere over by that thug. I excused myself reaching down for my heel.

 “Yea while your down there ho suck on some of this bag grabbing his meat in his white jump suit.” Taunting me.

 I smelt the good herp as they smoked and made fun of my facial for the next hour they humiliate me. I even posed at there request a few places in the van with my ultra sheer silk pantyhose down around my knees showing my bubble butt and my little white penis pre-cum out of it. I couldn’t really hear them except for a sudden knock on the side door. It was Cliff handing a surprise to the young blacks a cucumber, they laughed hysterically even when they bent me over the back seat making me say “That will be extra!” I fucked the warm cucumber inside my moist ass all over the van. It was still open from Angel’s fuck earlier. Cliff climbed in and started talking about his girlfriend and him pimping me to Tyrone asking 10 for my mouth and 20 dollars to play hide the cucumber. Those three puffed on the chronic for some time and laughed hard at my expense. The two came up with 30$ down. I could tell he wanted to get back to Angel. I fucked myself with the green veggie until I came all on myself. None of them watched as I came.

 

I sat there for about 10 minutes fixing myself up again rapping

 

the cucumber up. I had to look for my bow under the under the seat. I

 

could barely fix myself in the dark. I stepped out with my purse looked

 

myself over in side window. Walking sexy across the dim lit lot

 

adjusting my skirt a little more sway in my hips feeling such the slut in

 

theses purple heels, and adjusting my fake boobs. When I got to the

 

front sidewalk entrance a police car strolled by they slowed down oh my

 

I hope I don’t get caught tonight.

 

            I spent most of the remainder of the morning and the early afternoon doing my errands and some shopping. When around 2:30, I figured that I would stop and get a coffee at a near by coffee shop. As I walked in, I saw a familiar face and figure. It was Mary O’Conner, I would have recognized that figure (38D-24-35) and that long bright red hair anywhere. She was sitting at one of the tables all alone drinking a coffee and picking at a donut.  I got my coffee and walked over to her.

 

            “Hello, Mrs. O’Connor. Taking a break from your day?”

 

            She jerked her head up startled. “Oh, Mr. Martin, I didn’t see you come in.”

 

            When she look up, I noticed something that I had only glimpsed in our first meeting. She had a black eye that she had tried to hide with makeup. She saw that I noticed the bruises and as I looked close I saw some scars around her mouth and cheek bones. It was sad as this woman was lovely, with her bright red hair, smooth clear pale skin and dark green eyes and when you placed that face on top of her figure that any man will notice had to put up with getting hit.

 

            “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.” I asked.

 

            “Yes, quite a lot.” She replied.

 

            “Want to tell me about it?”

 

            She looked at me and I could see the struggle in her eyes as she decided what to tell me or if she should. With a sigh and a shrug of her shoulders, which caused the most interesting movement in the shirt that she was wearing, she started to tell me what was causing her problems.

 

            Her husband, Mike, was a controlling type of person and had some notions of what a wife should or should not do for her husband. One of the things that he wanted was a son to carry on the family name. Mary told me that after the birth of her youngest daughter Joanne, she got an infection that caused her to be sterile. Mike didn’t accept this and that’s when the trouble started.  At first, he blamed the doctors, and the hospital, and then he started to blame her.

 

            “For a couple of years after Joanne was born, Mike forced me to have sex with him 3 or 4 times a day. Not making love or even being gentle, just grab me, stick it in and shoot of his load. His idea was that He could make me pregnant and get his son.  After awhile, when he realized that nothing was going to happen he started to hit me when he was drinking. He hasn’t had sex with me for the last 5 years. I know that he is fucking other women and he has said that if one of them gives him a son he is leaving me.  The thing is that Mike now has a low sperm count and he’s not going to get any body knocked up.”

 

            “Why are you staying with him?”

 

            “The girls.  The bastard told me that if I leave him, he will get custody of the girls and they will give him a son.” She sobbed. “I caught him looking at Sammi and Joanne last week like he was going to rape them and I’m afraid that he may.”

 

            “Mary, get a lawyer and protect your girls.” I said.

 

            “I guess your right.”  She replied. “I got to go and catch a taxi to get home. Mike took the car and is gone with some of his friends on a fishing trip. I got a ride in to town with Harold Yan this morning.  I guess his nosey wife will give him the third degree when he gets home.  She is a bitch.”

 

            “Well, why not give her something to talk about, I’ll give you a ride home.” I said, not mentioning the fact that my two encounters with Laura had already made me a marked man with Mrs. Yan.

 

            We finished our coffee and went out to my car.  On the drive home, Mary kept looking at me and smiling.  I would look her over every chance that I got and I liked what I saw. Her body was a bit soft as having two kids and an abusive husband was not something that forced you to watch how you looked.  The soft roundness of her breasts and the curve of her hips were still eye catching and the tight jeans that she wore today snuggled up to her pussy and defined her crack. Looking at her tits bounce as we hit the odd bump in the road made me grow hard.

 

            As we turned on to our street, she asked me what I had planned for this evening. I told her that I had just planned to relax and watch a movie as I had to go into the city tomorrow.  I stopped in front of her house and said good bye.

 

            As I pulled into my drive way, I saw Mrs. Yan looking out her window at me and I knew that she saw me drop Mary off at her house. I waved to her as I entered my home, she smiled and waved back.

 

            After dinner, I prepared what I had to take with me into the city the next day and settled down to watch a movie. I had just gotten comfrortable when my door bell rang. I thought that it might be Laura sneaking over for another go. When I answered it, it was Mary.

            “Come in” I said. “This is a surprise.”

 

            “I came over to continue our talk from this afternoon.” She said. “Mike will be gone for a couple of days and the girls are out with their friend for a few more hours.”

 

            “Sit down, can I get you something to drink?” I asked.

 

            “Coffee, if it is not too much trouble.”

 

            I had just made a pot of coffee, so I got a cup for each of us and carried them in to my living room.  I had tuned to the Playboy Channel before she came and  a couple on screen were just starting to have sex when sat down. I reached for the remote and changed the channel being a bit embarrassed at what I was watching.

 

            “You didn’t have to change the channel.” Mary said. “ I haven’t done that for so long that looking at it might refresh my memory.”

 

            “There is no substitute for doing it” I said with a  laugh.

 

            “I know.” She said. “I talked to Laura.”

 

            This was a bombshell. What had Laura told her, and why.

 

            “What did Laura say?” I asked.

 

            “She told me that you and her had sex, and that you were very good at it.” She said. “She also told me something that really interested me. That you’ve got a big cock.”

 

            With that she stood up and walked over to me, opening her blouse as she came. I just sat there and stared at her big bra covered breasts.  She sat down next to me on the sofa, grabbed my head and started to kiss me.

 

            “Mary” I gasped. “Do you know what you are doing?”

 

            “Yes, I’m trying to get you to fuck me.”

 

            With that, she reached down and started to rub my cock through my jeans. I quickly got hard, and started to rub her breasts through her bra. She leaned back and took of her blouse and reaching behind her back she unhooked her bra and threw it across the room. I started to suck on her large breasts and felt her bright pink nipples get hard. For a woman with such large breasts, her nipples were small and very pink. She started to moan and rub my cock harder.  I leaned her back on the couch and started to undo her jeans. She gasped and kissed me hard. I reached in side her jeans and ran my fingers through a fine patch of hair. As I slid my fingers down toward her slit, she started to wiggle and moan louder. I touched the top of her slit and could feel the wetness already.

 

            “I want to touch your cock” She moaned as she started to undo my jeans.

 

            I stood up and took off my jeans, standing there in just my boxers which were tented by my cock. She sat up, gabbed my shorts and pulled them down. My cock sprang free.

 

            “Oo, “ She cooed. “Laura was right, it is big. I bet that it is tasty too.”

 

            As she said this, she wrapped her hand around my cock and guided the head in to her mouth.  She was not experienced at cocksucking, but she was enjoying what she was doing and so was I.  She would take about 4’ of my cock in her mouth and when it reached the back of her throat, she would pull it out. Her beautiful green eyes were closed and her hand was busy between her legs. I knew that I just had to see what she look like naked. I pulled my cock from her mouth and lifted her up of the couch. I undid her jeans and pulled them down. I was smart as I pulled down her jeans, I hooked my fingers in to the waist band of her panties and pulled them down as well.  I stepped forward and kissed her on her forehead. I then started to work my way down, kissing her nose, lips neck between her breasts, each of her big beautiful breasts, her slightly rounded tummy and the top of her fur covered pussy. The hair on her pussy was a bright red to match the hair on her head, she had it trimmed from the lips and sides leaving just a small patch in the center. I spread her legs and while kneeling on the floor I started to lick her slit. She gasped and grabbed my head as her knees buckled.

 

            “Damn, Tom, that feels great.”

 

            I laid her back on the couch and spread her legs wide. Her pussy slit glistened with moisture and look so inviting. I leaned in and started to lick her from the top of her slit to the bottom and at each pass of my tongue she let out a groan.

 

            “Tom, God, I haven’t felt like this for a long time.”

 

            I slid a finger into her and she arched her back and grabbed my head. As I nibbled and sucked on her clit, I slowly slid one and then two fingers in and out of her hole. The faster I finger fucked her and the harder I sucked on her clit the louder she moaned and screamed. I guessed that both Laura and Mrs. Yan were getting an ear full about now.

 

            “Oh Tom, I just got to have your cock, Please fuck me, fuck me now.”

 

            I knelt up and pulled her ass out near the end of the couch. Her slit was dripping and she reached down and pulled it open.

 

            “Put it in” She begged.

 

            I leaned forward and the tip of my cock slid in to her opening. She gasped and wrapped her legs around me and started to pull me forward drawing my cock deep within her.

 

            “God Damn, It’s big. Laura was right. It does feel good.” She moaned. “Fuck my cunt, fuck me hard.”

 

            I started to stroke in and out of her cunt and stroke her nipples at the same time. With every stroke, she arched her back and screamed. Her cunt was stretched around my thick cock and she felt tight. Laura was tight as well, but Mary felt like a virgin. She grabbed my arms hard as she came and her body shook. I kept fucking and she came again. I felt my cock tensing as I started to come.

 

            “Come in me, fill me up,” She gasped.

 

            I came with a groan, as I did I felt her pussy wall milking my cock for every drop. She shook again as she had another orgasm.  I collapsed on her and kissed her lips.

 

            “That was wonderful, Mary.” I said.

 

            “I needed that more than you could know.” She replied.

 

            “What did Laura tell you about me?” I asked.

 

            “Everything.” She replied. “ Laura told me that you and her had sex twice, that you ate her out, that you had a big cock and you were good in bed.”

 

            “Why would she tell you that?”

 

            “She tells me everything and I tell her everything.” She said. “Do you want to know something else, Laura and I have been have sex with each other for the past two years.  We both needed it as our husbands are jerks. I’m glad that you moved in as now we can get a real cock when we need it and not a rubber one.”

 

            I was taken back by this admission, but the seeds of some fun and games with the both of them started to grow in my head.

 

            “I better go home now as the girls will be home soon.”

 

            “I’ll see you soon, I guess.” I said as we started to get dressed.

 

            “Sooner than you think.” She laughed.

 

 

            I watched her leave and walk up the street from my doorway. As I turned to go back into the house, I look over at the Yan’s house. Sure enough, there was Mrs. Yan looking out her window and smiling.  What was she thinking?

 

            I find out in Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

                

           

 

           

 

 

           

My wife and I had seen both of them walking in the park before, just never together. We usually saw the woman walking with her husband, pushing her baby in a baby carriage.  We had chatted with them once or twice, and I had wondered how two blonde-haired, blue-eyed people had wound up with an olive-skinned, black-haired baby. Had I not seen the woman pregnant a few months before, I would have assumed that they had adopted it. Now I understood that the baby was probably not her husband’s at all, but the child of this man she was now kissing, who also had black hair and olive skin.

            When we saw the man he was usually running. He ran countless laps, always shirtless, and his face and body were so perfect that I had always thought he must be an underwear model or something. Sometimes when he ran past us, I would glance at my wife, to see what her reaction was to him. I was secretly jealous. I felt sure she was looking at him, that there was desire in her eyes. When I finally asked her how she felt about the man, she shrugged as though she had not paid him a thought.

            It was obvious enough to us no that this was the woman who had moaned, and that her moan had not been one of pain—or at least not a bad kind of pain. She moaned again, as if to reassure us that this was the case, as she kissed his muscular neck.  I had always thought the woman was very pretty, and now I was burning with envy as she kissed the man’s brown chest, sucked on his nipples, bit each “can” of his “six pack.” She paused to strip off her clothes. Her body was very different from my wife’s. She was thin, pale, with small breasts and narrow hips, while my wife was full-figured, with café-au-lait-colored skin, broad hips and full breasts—an oldfashioned beauty, the sort of woman who looks like she’s designed to bear children.  But I thought both this woman and my wife were beautiful in their different ways. This woman’s body reminded me of a girl’s, only beginning to develop. Were it not for the faint remnants of stretch marks, I would not have believed that she’d so recently had a baby.

            With her girl-like body now naked, she went down on to her knees before the man. While tonguing his belly button, she tugged down his jogging shorts. He was wearing a jock strap beneath. The white straps cut across his hard brown ass. The mesh pouch up front was bulging. The blonde woman slipped her fingers beneath the waistband and pulled down his jock strap. Out flopped his half-hard cock. How big it was, I don’t know.  It was probably quite big. It was certainly bigger than my six-incher, but it was difficult to tell exactly, partly because the size of his body no doubt made his cock look smaller than it was, but mainly because his balls were so big. They seemed almost out of proportion to the size of his cock. They reminded me of the testicles one sees on a stud bull or stallion. It was his balls, more than his cock even, that had been filling up the pouch of his jock strap.

            The woman licked and sucked at his balls, taking one into her little mouth, and then the other. To take them both in at once would have been impossible. She began running her little pink tongue up and down the length of his cock, which was now getting hard. She took the head between her lips. He slipped his fingers into the loose knot of silky blonde hair behind her head, and pushed his cock into her mouth.

            I thought my wife would be offended by all of this. She has always disapproved of marital infidelity in general, and she has always said that sucking penis is degrading to women. I was sure the way he had her head palmed in his big hand and was pushing it back and forth on his cock would offend her especially. And so I was surprised when I glanced over and saw my wife entranced by what she was seeing. Her full lips were parted. Her dark eyes were wide, the pupils dilated so that they looked almost black. Her chest was heaving. She could not quite catch her breath. She was holding on one of the juniper branches so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. I had never seen her this way before. She was so caught up in watching the couple that she didn’t even realize I was staring at her.

            When I looked again out though the branches, I saw the woman was on her hands and knees, and the man was behind her on his knees (his jock straps and shorts still down around his ankles) positioning himself to push his cock into her pussy. Though I knew she’d just had a baby, I was scared for her. He was so big, and she was so thin and frail and girl-like, with those narrow hips, that I half-thought that he would tear her apart. But when I leaned a little to the side, I could see that her pussy looked swollen, open, red, glistening with wetness—ready for him.  He slipped into her easily. She moaned and clawed at the long grass, pulling out handfuls. He pounded away at her, his pelvis slapping against her small, girl-like ass. I stole glances of my wife, who had pressed her hand to her chest, as though her heart hurt.  

I don’t know how much time passed. I don’t how many times I thought that the blonde woman must be coming, judging by the way she moaned and panted and cried out, when the man, who had not said a word until now, asked,

            “Do you want it?”

            “God yes,” she said between clenched teeth.

            She thrust her ass back and up. He drove his cock in to the hilt, stiffened, and stiffened again. He was holding her by the pelvis to keep himself in as deep as possible. When he finally relaxed and slipped out of her, a long thick strand of semen hung between the head of his cock and her swollen pussy. He wiped it on her ass, leaving a wet shiny smear on her white skin. He stood, pulled up his jock strap, arranging his big cock and balls to fit them inside the pouch, and then pulled up his shorts. He resumed his jog, going out the garden gate on the far side of the hidden garden.

            The blond woman lay on the grass, which was all torn up from her clawing and tearing at it. She felt around for her clothes. She slipped on her panties inside out, put on her shorts. She found her bra and stuffed it into her bag. She put on her t-shirt without it, so her little breasts hung loose, and we could still see their forms, the still-erect nipples, through the thin fabric of the shirt. She put back on her socks and her walking shoes. She then stood and went to what I had been too busy watching her and the man to notice before: a baby carriage. The same baby carriage that she sometimes pushed with her husband.  She leaned over the opening of the carriage, made some funny faces to her baby, talked-baby talk to it, reached in to carress it..  As she pushed the carriage towards the gate, humming a tune, I could see a big wet mark on the crotch of her walking shorts where the man’s semen was dripping out of her.

            My wife said very little about what we had seen. When I asked her if it had excited her, she shrugged and said, “Of course not.” I tried to make love to her, hoping that what we had seen had put her in the mood, but she pushed me away, as usual, telling me she didn’t feel like it. She went to take a bath, and stayed in much longer than usual. . 

The following day was Monday. As I work late, my wife usually goes to the park alone on weekdays. She’s concerned about her weight, though I tell her again and again her full figured body is sexy. 

All morning at work I was worried of what might happen if my wife saw the man while at the park. Would she make eyes at him? Would she make some excuse to speak to him? How far would she go?

            After lunch I went to my boss and asked him for the afternoon off. He gave it to me. When I mentioned that I might need several afternoons, he told me to take them and not to worry.  I’d always been a good, reliable worker, and he wanted to show his appreciation.

            I was waiting at the park, sitting in a gazebo where I knew my wife never went.. When my wife arrived at the park, she was dressed as usual, in gray sweat shorts, a black t-shirt, and walking shoes. Her body was smooth and soft and full.

            She began to walk our usual route. I could see her all the while from the gazebo. She was on her second lap when the man, running shirtless as usual, ran past her. Even from a distance I could see she was watching him from behind, admiring the breadth of his shoulders, the tapering waist, the muscled ass and legs. Still, I was surprised when she began running after him. My wife never jogs. She had to practically sprint to catch up with him, and when she finally alongside him it was difficult for her to keep up. When it seemed that he would leave her behind, she grabbed his hand. This slowed him down. He smiled, but did not seem especially surprised.  They jogged, more slowly now, hand in hand to the gate of the hidden garden.

            I ran as fast as I could to the opening in the hedge we’d found the day before. By the time I got there, they were already kissing. My wife had never kissed me the way she was kissing him. She looked hungry. She bit and sucked on his lips. She licked his neck. She then stood back, remembering what the blonde woman had done, and removed her clothes. In a moment my wife’s full light-brown breasts, with nipples only a half-shade darker, were exposed in the sunlight. She was naked except for a pair of gray cotton panties. She licked his sweaty brown chest, sucked at his big dark-brown nipples, bit at each “can” of his “sixpack,” just as the blonde woman had done—play-biting at them, sucking and licking the sweat out of the ridges between.

            She went down on her knees. She tongued his bellybutton, tugged down his shorts and jockstrap all at once. Out flopped his fat, half-hard cock, those tremendous balls. For a moment she just stared at it. She closed her eyes and licked his cock. Her nostrils flared and quivered. The cock-smell must have been very strong, with all the sweat and running. She licked his balls, took one, then the other into her mouth. She ran her pink tongue up the length of his shaft. She kissed and sucked at the throbbing head. In a moment he’d worked his fingers into my wife’s thick dark hair, pushed her head onto his cock, and was fucking her mouth, or rather having her fuck him with her mouth. Nothing on him moved but his hand, and that only enough to guide her head back and forth.

My wife hardly ever sucks me, and she had never sucked me the way she was doing this guy. You could see her tongue working inside her cheek as she swirled it around the head of his cock. She deep throated him, so that her lips touched the stubble of his pubic hair. Every so often she paused to lick and kiss the throbbing veiny shaft.  But mostly she simply sucked, moving her head back and for to the rhythm set by the pressure of his hand. The man closed his eyes, tilted his head back, looked down to admire the beautiful woman who was my wife, sucking his cock so hungrily. He closed his eyes again, tensed. Every muscle on his sweaty muscled body stood out. He groaned, holding my wife firmly by the head. I wanted to call out then, to put a stop to it. But it was too late. He was coming into my wife's mouth.

            “Mmm,” she mewled, taking his hard muscled ass into her hands to hold him close.  “Mmm.” 

She swallowed again and again, but could not swallow fast enough. A trickled of semen ran out the corner of her mouth. She licked it back in quickly with her tongue. When she saw a little remaining semen about to drip from his cock, now only half hard again, she lapped that up too.

            He pulled up his jockstrap and shorts, did a couple of stretches. My wife, still on her knees, watced his muscular body flex with awe. He was about to resume his jog when he noticed my wife’s eyes were very bright.. Between her legs a dark wet patch soaked her panties. She looked down where he was looking, saw how wet she was, covered the spot with her hands, and blushed pink in a way that I’d never seen her blush before.

            “Look,” he said, feeling sorry for her.  “I’ve got three more laps. If you like, I can come back when I’m done and . . ..”

            My wife nodded rapidly. Her eyes lit up even more. She smiled. (She has a very beautiful smile).  

            The man ran out the gate and resumed his jog. My wife slipped on her t-shirt, not bothering with the bra or her shorts. She took from her bag a condom, not the condoms that I use on her, but  some she’d bought especially for the occasion, the extra-large size. After a moment’s hesitation she tore open the foil packet, took the condom out. She was sitting on one of the stones, her legs spread without her seeming to notice it. The wet patch at the crotch of her panties had grown bigger than ever. The entire front of her panties was soaked, made transparent with wetness, so that the dark area of her pubic hair was visible through the fabric.

            She fidgeted, looked at the gate. She touched herself, again without thinking about it, then caught herself and stopped, wanting to save herself for him.  She stood, paced the grassy area, still torn up looking by the other woman. She found a patch, a little closer to where I was, that was fresher looking. When the man ran back in through the gate, she pulled off the shirt at once, again exposing her breasts.  She pulled off her panties too. Her black pubic hair was glistening, the curls nearest her slit already wet. 

The man actually took off his running shoes as he sized up my wife, who was waiting to be fucked.  He removed his shorts and jock strap, stood before her with nearly hard cock and those tremendous balls.  At the sight of them my wife put her hand behind her back, dropped the condom into the long grass.

            I was worried. She wasn’t on the pill. I thought about coming out of the bushes, putting a stop to what was about to happen, or at least trying to. But then I remembered how when we were first married she sometimes let me fuck her without a condom if I agreed to pull out before I came. I thought maybe she would do that.

            I have always thought my wife’s pussy was small and tight. It had always felt that way to me on those rare occasions when she let me fuck her. It had never occurred to me that her pussy felt small and tight because she was never very excited. Now, as she went down on her elbows and held her full round ass up for him, I could see her pussy was open, swollen, glistening wet, and very red against the black of her pubic hair. It looked inflamed. Hot. He went down on his knees behind her, slipped his big cock into her easily. It made a wet sloshing sound as it went in, as though he were dipping his cock into liquid.

            “Jesus, you’re wet,” he said under his breath.

            He fucked her much as he had the blonde woman, and she seemed to enjoy it even more. She too tore out handfuls of grass. She too thrust her ass back and up to meet his thrusts. I had never seen her this way before. She was making all sorts of sounds that I had never heard before—sounds so different than the feeble attempts at faking orgasms she’d made with me. She moaned. She screamed. She said, “Oh Jesus” and “Oh God,” and especially “fuck me, fuck me,” over and over.  She cried out, "No!," then "Yes, yes, yes!"  She said she’d never been fucked this way before. When she began to get really loud he told her that she needed to keep it down. The people walking on the track might hear. She bit her finger, but still she made sounds. She whimpered, she sighed, she cooed and oooohed and ahhhhed. All the while her pussy made that wet shoshing sound as he fucked it. “God I’m going to cum,” she said. “I’m going to cum . . . I’m going to. . . “ She bit her finger. She screamed onto her finger.

            “Do you want it?”

            “God yes,” she said in a voice that did not sound like her own.

            Again I wanted to call out, run out of the juniper hedge and push him away from her. But I just sat there, paralyzed by the site of of my wife's ecstacy with another man. He grabbed her by the pelvis—much wider than the blonde’s pelvis had been—and plunged as deeply as he could go. His whole body stiffened. He was coming into my wife's pussy--something she'd never let me do. She wasn't on the pill. He was filling her with his sperm, and she was loving it.  She was panting, sweating, smiling.

            “I can feel it shooting inside of me,” she said, laughing.

            He pulled out. There was a strand of thick white semen dangling from his cock. He wiped it on her ass,  leaving a wet smear. He dressed, and jogged away.. My wife, like the blond, did not recover so quickly. She lay on the grass a long time, sighing. Her legs were spread. Semen oozed out of her pussy, pearly white against her black pubic hair.  When she finally got dressed and left, the crotch of her sweat shorts were soaked. I ran out from my hiding place in the hedge just in time to see her leaving the park. She was blushing, discreetly trying to cover her soaked crotch with her hand. The other walkers were staring at her. One woman--a very pretty brunette--gave her a knowing smile.

            I went to the juniper hedge every afternoon for the rest of the week. I watched the man fuck my wife again and again. He fucked her standing up against the rocks. He had her sit on top of him and fucked her from below. He fucked her doggie-style again. She sucked him off I don’t know how many times. (One evening when I gave her a hug she burped and her breath smelled of his cum).  But mostly he fucked her in the good old fashioned missionary position. She had always told me that she found missionary style degrading, but she seemed to like that best with him.  

            So my view was mainly one of his broad back, her shapely hands caressing it and clawing at it; his hard brown ass pumping away between her legs, with my wife’s full thighs spread wide on either side; his enormous balls just below, with an occasional peek of her pussy stretched around the thick veiny shaft of his cock, and, more often, her asshole, as he moved in and out of her.

            I once saw while she was coming for the umpteenth time something I could hardly believe: a big brown turd oozed out of her asshole. He had quite literally fucked the shit out of her. She was so embarrassed when she realized what she’d done that she turned deep red. She apologized, cursed herself under her breath.  He told her not to worry about it, like someone who’d seen such things happen before. Evidently to prove to her that he didn’t think she was disgusting, he had her wipe herself clean, led her to a clean area of grass,  and  gave her a good long ass-fucking. Needless to say she'd never let me do that before either. She screamed, biting her finger all while, with a combination of pain and pleasure. She left the park with his semen oozing out of both holes that day.

            I often was not alone in the cave-like opening inside the hedge. Old men whom I had seen sitting on park benches, boys I’d seen skate boarding, young bachelors who took evening strolls, men who normally walked with their wives, including the husband of that blond, were often kneeling beside me, watching my wife get fucked in every possible manner. They undid their pants, pulled out their cocks, and beat off to the sight of her being fucked, coming as my wife came, soaking the earth with their semen.

            On one occasion my wife was waiting on the rocks for the man when a woman appeared in the hidden garden, not the blonde woman, but a good-looking redhead we’d seen jogging before. My wife was half-jealous, half ashamed, judging by the pink color of her face and her flustered expression. The red-head sighed, reached into her fanny pack, and took out a quarter.

            “Heads or tails?”

            “I beg your pardon?” asked my wife.

            “Call it. If you win you get your choice, his cock or his mouth.”

            The redhead prepared to throw the coin. My wife, not knowing what else to do, called out, “Tails!”

            “Too bad for you. It’s heads." She showed her the coin on the back of her hand.  "I want his cock. I need a good cock today. Don’t feel bad though. He’s very good with his tongue, you know. But you don't know, do you? Oh! You’re in for a treat.”

            When the man arrived, he did not seem at all surprised that two beautiful women, one of them married, were waiting to be fucked. They both began kissing him, my wife taking one side of his neck, the red head the other. They each took a nipple, each took a ball. They took turns sucking at his cock, and licked it at the same time, their tongues meeting at the top.  When it was good and hard, he lay down on the grass. The red head sat on his cock, my wife on his face. They faced each other as they rode him, each bouncing up and down, my wife's full breasts bouncing on one side, the red head’s smaller perkier tits jiggling on the other. They came at the same time, and afterwards rested their foreheads together.  

            At home my wife was relaxed, happy, more satisfied than I had ever seen her. She was kinder to me, and though she still did not fuck me very often, and then always with a condom, faking her orgasm to get me to come more quickly, she did show a kind of motherly-sisterly affection towards me. She even jacked me off and sucked me now and then, always careful to avoid getting my semen into her mouth, no doubt feeling sorry for me, now that she understood something of how I must feel.

            Soon her belly began to swell. Her breast and thighs grew heavy. When she finally announced to me that she was pregnant, she said that the condom must have leaked. She seemed very happy.

            And so now when we walk in the park together and pass the blond woman and her husband, my wife--waddling along with some difficulty these days--touches her swollen belly and smiles, and the blonde, whose belly is also swollen again, does the same, as though they’re sharing a secret.

            And so now, when we pass the juniper hedge and hear a woman moan, my wife only sighs, no doubt wishing that it was she who was being fucked.  

             

 

                

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