Margaret brushed her long red hair out of her eyes and plopped back onto the
couch in frustration. By now her husband was sleeping soundly in the bedroom,
relaxed after a good hard fuck and once again Margaret retreated to the living
room to satisfy herself. Silently she cursed herself for her inability to
achieve orgasm. John had a nice sized cock, plenty to satisfy most women, and
certainly enough to satisfy her. Still, something inside her kept her from
reaching that critical point. She would ride her husbands big cock slowly at
first, rocking back and forth so that the head of his prick moved around deep in
her belly. She enjoyed the feel of his big balls smashed against her tight ass
as she rocked back and forth. After about 10 minutes or so Margaret would begin
to feel the early tingles of orgasm building inside her. She would concentrate
on her husbands big cock and how good it felt inside her. She concentrated on
his big warm balls smashed against her ass, full of hot cum ready to explode
inside her. She would concentrate on her own body and how her own big breasts
bounced and jostled around as she rode her husband faster and faster. Then she
would feel herself getting close. She would slowly lift her well toned ass up
making her husbands cock fuck out and in as well as back and forth. Sometimes
she would look over her shoulder into the full length mirror on the wall and
watch as her husbands thick pole spread her wide and impaled her over and over
again. Her breathing would be heavy then and she would lean slightly forward
pushing her ass even higher so that her husband cock slipped out a good 4 inches
or more with each thrust of her hips. He would wrap his powerful arms around
her, smashing her big breasts into his bare chest as he began jerking his own
hips upward, ramming his cock into her forcefully. Margaret would feel more like
a woman now than ever as her man pinned her against him and pounded her pussy
relentlessly with his big prick. She would be so close now, wanting badly to cum
not only for her own satisfaction but for her husbands as well. He knew she
hadn't cum in years, not with him. She would concentrate on cumming for him just
once and then suddenly it would die. In an instant every hot building flood of
ecstasy in her died and she was left shuddering with a migraine headache as her
husband pumped and gasped beneath her until finally he exploded inside her.
Margaret loved feeling her husband hot cum erupting inside her like geyser but
it was too late to push her to orgasm. Instead she would have to relish the
closeness of being with him as his rod sputtered and jerked inside her till it
finally subsided and began to soften. Soon he would be sleeping soundly and she
would slide off of him, clean herself up in the bathroom then shamefully go out
to the living room where she would fuck herself to orgasm with her big dildo her
husband had bought her. Reaching under the sofa where she kept her special "toy"
Margaret grabbed the rubbery shaft and pulled it out. She scanned the length of
it longingly. It was 10 inches long and just about as thick as her husbands
prick. Truth be told Margaret was like any other woman, enjoying thickness over
length but then again, the thought of sticking something so long up inside her
helped her reach orgasm even easier than with her husband. It was a phenomenon
that she could not explain. Margaret kicked her blanket aside and began rubbing
her red haired pussy slowly as she rubbed her fingers up and down the venous
shaft. "I've come to a conclusion," her husband startled her as she shot her
hand to her blanket and covered herself back up. It wasn't that John hadn't seen
her masturbate herself before, but she felt so ashamed that she had to do it to
get off. "What?" Margaret blushed as she tucked the toy under the covers and
pulled the blanket up to cover her naked breasts. "I want you to have an
affair," John said as he came out into the living room wearing nothing. His
healthy prick swung limply between his legs as he plopped down into the living
room chair and waited for his wife to respond. "What are you talking about?"
Margaret asked as she scooted up to a sitting position and kept her blanket
wrapped around her. "I want you to enjoy sex," John said with a serious tone in
his voice. "I want you to enjoy it as much as I enjoy it and I don't care any
more how you have to do it." "Honey I do enjoy sex with you," Margaret
protested. "No, it's not the same and you know it," John pouted. "I can never
make you cum. I want you to cum for once, not just me." "But I do cum," Margaret
blushed as she pulled out the long rubbery toy she had been hiding. "Remember?
That's why you bought me this." "It's not the same and you know it," John
snapped. "I bought that as something to tide you over until I learned how to
make you cum myself. But I can't." "Oh honey you can," Margaret felt her heart
breaking listening to her husband give up like this. "I'm so close each time.
Soon sweetie. I'm sure it will be soon." "I don't take it personally," John
comforted her. "I know a lot about you Margaret. You know as well as I do that
having sex with another man would really turn you on. That's why you cum with
that thing, because it's another dick besides mine. I'm sure you think of
someone else when you use that." "That's not true!" Margaret lied. Fact was that
the toy looked nothing like her husbands cock so it was near impossible to think
about him when she used it. It looked different and felt different. The fact
that she imagined another man inside her when she used it was inevitable.
"Please," John protested. "Do this. For me." "I couldn't," Margaret blushed
brightly again. "I mean who would I even do it with?" John knew then that he had
her. "I'll find someone from the office," John said. "Just come to the xmas
party next week and pick someone out. I'll invite them over sometime for a game
of cards and you can seduce him here." "With you here?" Margaret asked. "Ya,"
John smiled. "Well sort of. I'll pretend to be loaded by the time they get here.
A few beers later I'll just pretend to pass out leaving you two alone. You can
wear something sexy, flirt with him all night long then when I pass
out·we'll·see what happens." "That's insane," Margaret said sitting up straight
as she thought about the possibilities. "What if he doesn't want me?" "Don't be
stupid," John smiled. "Any man would want you. Besides, if he doesn't go for it
then he leaves, no harm done." "And if he does want me?" Margaret asked. "Then
you fuck him, right there in the living room so I can watch," John smirked.
"From my vantage point on the floor of course." "You want to watch me?" she
exclaimed in surprise. "Of course," John said. "If you cum I want to see it.
I've wanted to see that look on your face for a long time now." "But if it's
another man·" Margaret let her voice tail off. "Then it's another man," John
shrugged. "You love me don't you?" "Of course I do," Margaret smiled. "Then what
do I care if another man makes you cum? As long as your happy and your with me."
"I'll always stay with you," Margaret assured him. "Then it's a deal?" John
asked. "Next week you'll come to the xmas party and pick someone out?" "Oh I
can't believe I'm letting you talk me into this," Margaret laughed. "Yes, next
week." Ho Ho Ho Margaret dressed conservative for the party even though she knew
she was supposed to be on the prowl. John made it clear to her that no matter
what happened that night, if she didn't pick someone herself then he was going
to pick him for her. "It's inevitable," he had said before they got out of the
car to enter the Red Lion Inn. "You're going to fuck another man soon but
tonight you get to decide who it will be." Margaret remained passive most the
night, clinging to her husbands arm more tightly then usual as she casually
scanned the available men in the room. She felt like a complete slut as she
began to size men up against each other based on what she thought they had in
their pants. This was just going to be for sex, she convinced herself, why not
go for the biggest prick she can find? Shamefully she found her eyes darting
down to men's trousers, checking to see if there was any particular bulge that
stood out amongst the rest. It was getting around midnight when Margaret was
coming to realize she had to make a choice soon. She had checked out every man
in the room and found several extremely attractive men that had no
distinguishing bulge to make the choice easy. She was just about to settle on a
cute twenty year old executive when he walked around the corner. He was a
incredibly handsome man, much more attractive then the cute "boys" she had
picked out before but more importantly he sported a tremendous bulge in his
loose fitting slacks that caught Margaret's attention seconds after they made
eye contact. The man smiled at her when her eyes flashed back off his crotch and
Margaret blushed beet red. John hadn't even noticed his wife's choice as he was
chatting with a friend beside them. Suddenly, just as the man was about to come
strolling right toward her a beautiful buxom blonde appeared from his left and
hooked her arm in his snugly. "There you are darling," the incredibly attractive
woman smiled at her husband. "I'd lost you for a while there." "Maybe because
you were too busy entertaining my friends," he said with a quick snap and then
smiled as he stepped up to John and Margaret. "John," the handsome man
interrupted. "Glad to see you made it tonight. Is this your lovely wife?" "Mr.
Cooper," John spun quickly noticing his boss standing there with hand
outstretched. John took his hand and pumped it twice in greeting. "Call me Cal,"
Mr. Cooper smiled. "And you are?" Cal turned to Margaret and held out his hand
to great her. "Margaret," she said as she extended her hand and let the
gentleman take hers gently and lift it to his lips where he kissed it lightly.
"Nice to meet you." Margaret felt a shiver go down her spine. This man was
incredible. Handsome, hung and charming to boot. If it only weren't for the fact
that he was married and that he was John's boss. That would just complicate
things too much. John saw the glazed look on his wife's face and the flushed
look about her as she smiled and tried not to stare at him for too long. John
smiled and squeezed his wife's hand. "You know Cal," John said smoothly now.
"Margaret and I were just talking about inviting you over sometime for dinner,
weren't we honey?" Margaret blushed brightly again as her husband put her on the
spot without warning, "Um yes," she stammered. "I'd love to have you." John
squeezed his wife's hand tightly and said with a smile, "she sure would." "We'd
love to come over," the stunning blonde at Cal's side interrupted. "Oh," Cal
stammered. "How careless of me. This is my wife Claudette." "Nice to meet you,"
John offered as he took her hand and repeated the gesture Cal had given by
kissing her hand. "Ooo," Claudette bubbled. "Thank you. Nice to meet you too."
Margaret looked at her husband and noticed the way he stared for a moment longer
than necessary at the woman's large chest before looking away. "When would be a
good time for you?" John asked. "How about later this week?" Cal asked. "Say
Friday night?" "Sounds good," John said. "We're looking forward to it." "So are
we," Claudette bubbled again. Out in the car Margaret waited for her husband to
speak first. "So what do you think?" "I saw the way you looked at her," Margaret
started. "You want her don't you?" "Baby this isn't about me," John said as he
pulled the car away and headed home. "I only want what's best for you. Did you
like Cal or not?" "He's all right," Margaret downplayed her true feelings.
"Would you fuck him?" John asked. "Don't be silly," Margaret tisked. "He's
married." "So are you," John reminded her with a wink. "Besides, everybody knows
Claudette cheats on him every chance she gets." "Oh really?" Margaret said. "So
the whole department takes turns with her a suppose?" "Honey no," John laughed.
"Look, would you quit turning this into a discussion about Claudette. What do
you think of Cal? Will you do it?" "I don't know," Margaret played along. "He's
your boss. What if you got fired?" "Fired?" John laughed. "For letting him fuck
you? More likely I'll get a raise!" "Why do you say that?" Margaret asked. "It's
pretty well known that the boss and his wife have a pretty open relationship,"
John said. "Claudette wouldn't care if he slept with you, in fact, she'd
probably encourage it." "What?" Margaret asked. "In exchange for letting her
fuck you?" "This isn't about me," John argued. "How on earth can you take a
situation where I'm letting you fuck another man into something that's selfish
for me?" "Letting me??" Margaret sneered. "Did I ask to fuck anyone? You
practically forced me to do this." "So now you don't want to fuck him," John
fumed. "Great!" Margaret sat for a moment and realized how stupid this whole
conversation was getting. "I didn't say that either," she said quietly. "Honey
you don't have to be afraid," John said. "Do you want to fuck him or not?" "I
don't want this to hurt our marriage," she replied. "It won't I promise. Do you
want to fuck him?" Margaret slid her hand into her husband lap while he drove
and rubbed his crotch gently. "Yes," she said. "Good," John smiled as he dropped
his hand in his lap and squeezed his wife's hand while she massaged his prick to
semi hardness. "What if he makes me cum?" Margaret asked softly as her husbands
prick got harder and harder in her fingers. "I hope he does," John smiled. "If
he doesn't it defeats the whole purpose doesn't it?" Margaret unzipped her
husbands pants as she kept her eyes on the road. John had a habit of losing
concentration when she did things like this and it was her job to keep an eye
out for danger. "You really want to watch another man make me cum?" she asked as
she pulled her husband rock hard cock out and began to stroke it up and down.
"What if he has a bigger cock?" she asked as she flicked her long red hair over
one shoulder and lowered herself into the driver's side. "Oh I'm sure he does,"
John laughed just before his wife engulfed his hard prick in her mouth. "Oh
God·we've·all heard stories about Cal." "Like what?" Margaret asked looking up
to be sure her husband was watching the road before plunging his cock back in
her mouth. "Like we've heard his wife likes anal sex but he's so big she wont
let him do it to her," John struggled to say as he glanced down from time to
time to see his wife's lovely head bobbing in his lap. "One of the guys in the
office screwed her I guess. He claims he has an 8 inch cock and she let him put
it in her ass but said her husband was much too big." "You'd like to fuck her up
the ass too wouldn't you?" Margaret asked with a smile before resuming her fun.
"Honey, I told you," John groaned at a particularly good suck. "It's not about
her." "I want you to fuck that little bitch up the ass," Margaret said as she
took her husband cock in her hand and stroked it while staring up at him.
"What?" John gasped. "You heard me John," Margaret smiled. "If you're going to
let some man fuck me with his big cock then you deserve to at least fuck HIS
wife up the ass in exchange." "But I don't want her," John argued. "I want you."
"And I don't want Cal," Margaret said sitting up for a moment. "I want you too.
Look, you said so yourself, you're letting me do this because you want me to
have a good time and you know that I will still love you afterwards right?"
"Right," "Well it's the same thing with Claudette," Margaret concluded. "I've
never let you do that to me and I'm not sure I ever will. Call me a chicken or
something. If it's just sex, and you promise not to fall in love with her or
some dumb thing, I don't see why you shouldn't have a little fun too." "But·"
John protested. "But nothing," Margaret stroked her husbands quickly softening
prick. "If they have such an open relationship I'm sure Cal would be willing to
trade wives for one night. Don't you?" "Maybe," "Then it's settled," When they
come over we get a little drunk, swap partners and have some fun. "What do you
say?" "It's up to you." "Then it's settled." What's for dinner Margaret was
stunning that night. Her long red hair was pulled up into a single pony tail
atop her head cascading down around her lovely face. She wore a loose fitting
half top that showed a large majority of her flat toned midriff and which would,
when bending over to serve food fall open exposing the undersides of her breasts
held in her tight black bra. Her skirt was short also, just barely falling below
the curve of her ass and leaving an excellent view of the swell in her leg
before her ass. John smiled when the doorbell rang, "Go get 'em darling." "I
will," Margaret smiled back as she opened the door. Cal and Claudette were
dressed to the nines. Cal was wearing a full tux and Claudette, who wasn't
dressed formally still looked good at his side wearing an all white jump suit
that clung to her curvy figure like a second layer of skin. Through the jumper
it was easy to see she was not wearing any underclothes. A light patch of pubic
hair showed through faintly at her crotch and her giant heaving breasts easily
drew attention to the dark circles around her nipples and the tiny hard peaks
that jutted out from the fabric. Cal looked over Margaret's thin frame with a
long thoughtful stare as John did the same to his wife. Suddenly both men turned
to each other and gave a knowing smile. "If I didn't know any better," Cal said
as he stepped inside with his lovely wife. "I'd say we all had the same idea
about tonight." "I certainly hope so," Margaret smiled and winked at her
husband. "God it's refreshing to meet open minded people," Claudette bubbled as
she wiggled her way inside. "I bet it is," Margaret agreed. "Come on in, dinners
ready." It was not long into serving dinner that Cal began to look up Margaret's
blouse when she would bend over. "I hope you don't mind my saying this but your
wife has a nice set of tits on her," Cal said gruffly. "Thank you," Margaret
replied with a blush. "Not at all," Cal smiled back. "They hardly compare to
your wife's," Margaret smiled at Claudette. "Well Claudette does have quite the
stack," Cal agreed. "But yours look more than perfect to me." "Maybe you'd like
to see my wife's tits better?" John asked. "Why don't you take off your bra for
our guests honey?" "Now that's absolutely delightful!" Claudette chimed in.
"Then maybe you should show your tits to John in return," Cal added. "I'd love
too," Claudette beamed as she began unzipping her tight white jumper in back.
"Well, this is moving much faster than I anticipated," Margaret took a deep
breath as she stood up and began working at her own bra clasp in back. "Relax
Margaret," Cal said in a soothing voice as he leaned back and watched her undo
her bra. "We all have all night." Claudette beat Margaret to the punch and
quickly rolled her tight jump suit down over her giant naked breasts. Her mounds
were huge and stark white where her tiny bikini must have been last time she was
out in the sun. Claudette wiggled her chest from side to side making them bounce
heavily for all to enjoy. "Those are amazing," Margaret said as her bra popped
loose and she embarrassingly held the bottoms of her large breast from Cal's
sight. "I feel so small." "Don't be silly," John told his wife. "You have
beautiful tits. Show Cal what you've got honey." In the meantime John couldn't
help but stare at his bosses wife's huge melons. Margaret dropped her hands
allowing Cal to see up into her blouse where her big breasts hung freely, their
dark red nipples hard as rocks. "Let us all see," Claudette said as she noticed
her husband staring wide eyed. Margaret slowly pulled her half shirt up
revealing to all her naked breasts. With a quick movement she pulled the shirt
off and tossed it on the floor. "Well," she blushed. "There they are." "VERY
NICE," Cal admired as he sat back and put his hand in his crotch to rub himself.
"Very nice indeed." "What do you say we get a little more relaxed," John
offered. "Let's go to the living room. There's plenty of room on the couch."
"Sounds great to me," Cal said as he got up sporting a giant erection in his
pants as he walked to the couch. "Yes it does," Claudette smiled as she got up
and wiggled across the room. Margaret and John looked at each other briefly then
joined their new partners on the couch. John sat right next to Claudette who
immediately took his hand and began rubbing it up and down her leg. Cal reached
out his hand and pulled Margaret to sit on his lap sideways as he put his arms
around her waist and smiled over at his wife. "I have to say John," Cal smiled.
"Not many men have the balls to let another man fuck their wife. My opinion of
you has changed dramatically tonight." "Thank you," John said as he let
Claudette pull his hand up between her legs to feel her hot furnace burning
between her legs. "No. Thank you," Cal said as he slid his hands up to
Margaret's breast and began to play with them. "You can bet Claudette's pussy
tastes as good as it looks," Cal offered. "She loves a man who knows how to use
his tongue." "That would be John," Margaret said looking back over her shoulder
as her husband fondled the other woman's huge mounds and rubbed her cunt through
her jumper. "Really?" Claudette smiled as she began to pull her suit further
down her tight body. "Let's just see about that." John slid off the couch and
began helping Claudette peel her jumper off her curvaceous thighs while he
nibbled at her stomach and legs. "My wife is pretty damn good at sucking cock
too," John offered. "Might be the best around." "Don't count on it," Claudette
smiled as she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked on it for emphasis. "Well
how 'bout it?" Cal asked the beautiful red head on his lap. "Would you like to
suck my cock and show me what you can do?" "Yes," Margaret smiled as she got up
and prepared to unzip Cals pants. Her husband was just finishing pulling off
Claudette's jumper and she sat there stark naked on the couch, legs spread for
him. Even Margaret thought she was beautiful with her lightly tanned skin and
stark white tan lines across her breasts and flat stomach. John kissed his way
up the inside of Claudette's muscular legs as his wife began unzipping his
boss's pants. John could not help but watch as Margaret reached into the man's
pants to grab his cock. He knew it was going to be bigger than his but he
wondered how much so. Hopefully not much, John thought. He didn't want his wife
spoiled for one night of fun. Margaret's eye's widened as she felt inside Cal's
pants and in a few awkward moments she managed to bend the giant shaft enough to
exit his trousers. Cal was every bit as impressive as John imagined. His cock
was at least a full 11 inches and covered in deep purple veins from tip to base.
Being 3 inches longer than John's modest 8 inch cock it was also thicker, nearly
an inch wider than his. It was over, John thought for a moment. His wife would
never cum with him after having THAT inside her. "Wow!" Margaret gasped as she
took in the size of it all. "It feels every bit as good as it looks too honey,"
Claudette winked. "I suddenly feel outclassed," John said sitting up to watch
his wife as she stroked the huge cock in her hot hand. "Nonsense," Claudette
scoffed. "A woman loves cock no matter how big it is. You're wife will get a
good fuck but she'll still want you, trust me. Now what is it going to take to
get you to eat my pussy?" John turned away from his wife and concentrated on the
task at hand again. Putting one hand on her flat belly John used his other to
spread the lips of her trim delicious looking snatch and stabbed his tongue
between her legs. "Oooo!" Claudette bucked as John's tongue stabbed between her
tight looking lips and pushed her citreous up with a flick. "Ya, eat my pussy
baby! Lick it!" Margaret pulled her long red hair to one side and lowered her
head into Cal's lap where she slowly opened her mouth and slid his big shaft
between her wet lips. "Oh ya suck my cock," Cal groaned as he pushed Margaret's
head down further, stuffing a good 5 inches in her mouth. John's mind was a mix
of emotions. On the one hand he was sick at the thought of his wife pleasing
another man but at the same time the thought of her with a big cock in her mouth
turned him on. He dug his tongue deeper into Claudette's sweet cunt, lapping and
rolling his tongue around her sensitive spot. "Yes eat me," she bucked. "I love
watching your wife suck my husbands cock. John stole a glance over at his wife
as she closed her eyes and tenderly sucked at the huge prick in her mouth,
sliding it in and out between her lips. Claudette pulled her knees up toward her
chest, thrusting her cunt into John's face as she wiggled her hips back and
forth. "Ooo ya! God your husband eats pussy good!" Claudette grabbed the back of
John's head smashing his face against her clit as she bucked and rocked around
on him. "I'm going to cum," she panted. "Make me cum." Margaret stopped for a
moment, sliding her lips off Cal's giant prick and watched her husband eagerly
lap at Claudette's open cunt. "Oh I'm cumming!" Claudette gasped at last as she
grabbed her big tits and began squeezing them while John's tongue darted in and
out of her clit.
The End
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