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A Discovered Fetish
Slowly driving down the street, Mike watched the blond ponytail bounce and sway as the taut buttocks clenched and unclenched on the petite woman jogging down the sidewalk. Every morning Mike was treated to this unbelievable sight as he left for work. Looking over her shoulder, the blond smiled at him. Mike had been caught, but he was caught every morning as he watched his wife Kate take her morning jog.
Honking the horn and giving her a thumbs up, Mike slowly passed her. She was smiling and blushing as she looked at him over her shoulder. Kate and Mike had been married for twenty-three years and to Mike, Kate looked as good today as the day he married her. As he drove off down the street, he gazed at his lovely wife in the rearview mirror. Mike felt so lucky to have Kate in his life.
Kate was pretty, sexy and he loved her very much. He had worked his ass off to be able to give her a good life. Their house was paid for, their cars were paid for, they had money in the bank and an investment portfolio that would see them through their retirement with money to spare. The only thing they didn’t have were children.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want them, but through the years, they had never found the time to have any. Kate had worked hard too. She owned a small card shop in the square. She volunteered at the hospital twice a week and at the library three times a week. Kate and Mike had talked about children, but they had both concluded, just not now, they were having too much fun at the time.
Even so, Kate always volunteered to read to the kids at the library. She really enjoyed making the story come alive for them. Kate also loved her husband very much and would do almost anything to make him happy. Mike felt the same way about Kate. He had resolved long ago to do anything to make her happy.
Trotting down the street, watching her husband’s car disappear into the distance, Kate smiled to herself as she remembered the night before. Not only had Mike made soft sensuous love to her, he had made her orgasm multiple times. He had been so loving, yet forceful in his lovemaking, Kate had almost swooned into unconsciousness. She loved the way he made her feel, different each time they made love. Mike knew just where to touch her, just what to do to her to get her blood boiling with lust.
Like last night, he had started to lick her sex just as he had done so many times before, but then a slight difference in the way he flicked his tongue across her engorged clit had her bucking her hips rubbing against his mouth with carefree abandon. It had been so wonderful, so overwhelming, she had to look twice to see if it was really Mike between her thighs, licking and sucking her sex. Although their sex life was great, well beyond great, Kate always worried about what would happen if it should become mundane. Frowning at that thought Kate continued on her jog.
* * * *
As Kate jogged back up her street she saw a strange car in her drive and two strangers on the porch by the front door. Not wanting to confront them, she stopped on the sidewalk out front bending to tie her shoe.
“They’re not home at the moment,” she said to the men on the porch.
“Are you a friend of theirs? You see we have a delivery for them and can’t just leave it on the porch.”
“Not really, I just know them casually, sorry.”
Wondering what they could be delivering Kate shrugged her shoulders and trotted off down the street. At the corner, she crossed the street and headed back up toward her house. The car was still there, but the men were gone. Stopping at Missus Garrett’s, she rang the bell.
“Missus Garrett, might I use your phone?” Kate asked the old woman when she opened the door.
“Oh Kate, hi, sure, come on in. What’s the matter with your phone dear?”
“Nothing, it’s just that I think someone broke into my home.”
“Oh dear, right this way my dear,” Missus Garrett told her, showing her to the kitchen.
Kate dialed 911 and told the operator what happened. The operator told her a car was being dispatched and would be there soon. Kate went back to the living room and stood there watching her house out the window. Spotting a pen and paper on the table in front of the window, she wrote down the license plate number of the car.
As she watched, the two men came out of the house and climbed into their car. The men sat there, waiting, probably for her. As two police cars pulled up in the street, the car with the two men in it, tried to back out of the drive but found themselves blocked by the police cars. Guns drawn, the police got the two men out of the car and handcuffed them. Kate ran out to talk to the police.
“They broke into my home. I saw both of them come out and I know I locked the door when I left.”
“Well the doors open, we’ll check out the house.”
The police officers entered the house. Five minutes later, they came out with another handcuffed man.
“Do you know him?” the cop asked Kate.
“No, I have never seen him before.”
After an hour and a half of giving statements and signing forms, Kate was allowed back into her house. She called Mike and told him what happened. After making sure Kate was all right, Mike rushed home. Back in the house, Kate looked to see if anything was missing. All her jewelry was there along with the cash they kept in a drawer in the dresser. What she did find was an envelope addressed to her by name. Curious, she opened it, pulling an elegantly handwritten letter from the envelope.
As she read the letter, her mouth opened with shock. Her eyes were wide as she read the words written on the paper. As she finished reading the elegant signature, she gasped with astonishment. As the shock of what she read receded, she became aware of the aroused state of her nipples and her sex. Her nipples hurt they were so hard and the heat rising from her loins could be felt on her chin. Folding the letter, she placed it back in the envelope and put the letter in the drawer where she kept her panties. Mike showed up just as she was closing the drawer.
“Everything still there? Don’t tell me they were after your panties?” Mike laughed.
“No dear, I was just checking to make sure,” Kate laughed back.
“Are you okay sweetheart?” Mike asked this time concern shading his voice.
“Yes, I’m fine. Nothing is missing and all three went peacefully, but I am still a little frightened they could get in the house so easily.”
“I’ll have that taken care of, first thing tomorrow.”
“Good,” Kate said shivering.
“Well as it’s Friday and I have taken the rest of the day off to calm my frightened wife, why don’t I take you out to lunch?”
“That sounds marvelous. Just let me shower and get dressed, I shouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes.”
“I’ll be waiting downstairs dear,” Mike told her, moving toward the door.
Nodding, Kate stripped off her jogging clothes and jumped in the shower. As the warm water cascaded down her body, the words of the letter bashed their way into her mind. She hurried to wash, hoping to rid her mind of the elegantly written words. Shivering, she rinsed herself of the soap lather clinging to her skin. She quickly dried herself and dressed. As she sat brushing her hair, the words again invaded her mind. Shaking with fear and excitement, she tried to push the words away. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture anything else, but those damned words. She was finally able to force them out with a picture of her husband’s face. Smiling she kept his face in her mind as she put her makeup on. When she was done, she rushed downstairs to Mike.
Lunch was most enjoyable, after all, one of the reasons she married Mike was his charm and quick wit. After lunch, they stopped off at the local tavern and had a couple of after lunch drinks. For some reason, they both preferred to drink at a tavern instead of the restaurant. By the time, they returned home Kate was completely relaxed. Sitting on the couch Mike picked up the remote. Kate collapsed into his lap, her arms draped around his neck as her lips pressed against his.
“Oh, so my sexy wife is a little randy?” Mike asked jovially.
“Yes, I am, now take me to bed. I need you inside me,” Kate whispered in his ear.
Standing with Kate in his arms, Mike carried her upstairs to the bedroom. There he gently lowered her feet to the floor. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, as Mike caressed Kate’s back and ass, she was unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants to the floor. Fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, Mike stepped back out of his pants and took over getting out of his clothes. Kate rushed to strip her clothes off too. She was in a hurry to get Mike’s cock into her as quickly as she could.
Crawling to the middle of the bed, she lay on her back spreading her legs in invitation to her husband.
“Wow, someone is in a hurry,” Mike joked.
Kate just groaned, “Hurry please.”
Crawling between her legs, Mike found her already well lubricated. Smiling, he moved up, placing his cock against Kate’s opening.
“Put it in,” Kate growled, pulling on her husband’s ass.
Slowly, agonizingly slow, Mike pressed his cock into his wife. Sinking into her to the hilt, Mike sighed with pleasure.
“God, you’re so hot. What’s gotten into you?”
“Just what I need, now fuck me. Don’t be gentle, don’t be nice, just fuck me until I scream.”
Mike had never seen his wife like this and wondered what was making her so aroused. For the next fifteen minutes, Mike did what Kate asked, he fucked her, hard and fast, their skin slapping together, each of them grunting and groaning from the exertions. Finally, Kate started to call out she was coming.
“Just keep fucking me dear, keep fucking me until I scream,” Kate told him as she came repeatedly.
Suddenly, without warning, Kate let out a high-pitched scream. The words from the letter crashing into her mind are what pushed her over the edge. She was so ashamed they had poured into her mind at the last minute, but her orgasm was so powerful, so big and so satisfying, she couldn’t help herself. As her scream stopped, Mike slammed into her one last time, pumping a huge amount of semen into Kate. As he started to withdraw, Kate grabbed his ass.
“No, stay,” she told him.
Mike relaxed and enjoyed the closeness they were feeling.
“I love you,” Kate said hugging Mike fiercely.
“I love you too dear,” Mike told her wondering what had done this to his wife. Whatever it was, he liked it.
When Mike deflated and slipped out of Kate, she let him roll to her side.
“Should I get you a…”
“No, not yet, I want you to fuck me again as soon as you can.”
‘Okay, just give me a minute,” Mike said wondering what his wife was thinking.
For some reason, the thought of fucking Kate’s come filled pussy excited Mike and for some reason, they had never done anything remotely close to this. Lying on his back, Mike gazed into Kate’s eyes. They were smoldering with passion. Her hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock and stroked him gently. When she felt he was hard enough, she climbed on top of him and sat down on his cock. Her pussy was so warm and so wet, almost, yes, the word was creamy.
“Oh fuck,” Kate cried softly.
“Yes, oh fuck,” Mike added softly.
Kate just rocked her hips back and forth, as she sat impaled on Mike’s cock.
“So good, so good, god I love you,” Kate cried, tears leaking out of her eyes.
“I love you too, dear. Now, will you tell me what has gotten into you, besides me?” Mike chuckled.
“Oh god!” Kate shuddered at his question. “I received a letter from Timmy.”
That statement stunned Mike to silence. Tim was Kate’s boyfriend when he had met her in college. From what Kate had said, Tim dumped her and she wanted me to know I wasn’t a rebound affair. Tim left school shortly afterward, moving across the country to be close to his family. His mother had become ill and Kate thought that’s why he broke up with her.
“You did, when, the mail hasn’t come yet?”
“Those three guys who broke into the house left it. I found it just before you got home,” Kate told him, her voice filled with lust.
“What did it say that could work you up so much?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kate said rocking a little harder on Mike’s shaft.
“Sure it does. Those words, well, they have made you…different.”
“No, no, no,” Kate growled, “they haven’t.” Her eyes had a wild look to them.
“They have too. Look at yourself. You have a pussy full of come and couldn’t wait to get another hard cock into you,” Mike told Kate bluntly.
Placing his arms around Kate, Mike hugged her gently.
“Tell me, dear. What did Tim say to you that has gotten you so…aroused?”
“You mean so fucking hot, I want cock after cock after cock pounding into me until I pass out? Don’t you?” Kate panted her pussy pulsing on Mike’s cock.
“What was in that letter?” Mike said softly.
“Shit!” Kate yelled, sitting up. Looking down into Mike’s eyes, “Darling, please remember I love you very much, more than I could ever love anyone else.”
“Is there someone else?” Mike didn’t know if he wanted an answer.
“No dear, not since we met and started dating. Only you, I promise,” Kate whispered.
“Then tell me about the letter, damn it,” Mike yelled.
When Mike cussed at her, she moaned.
“I will dear, I will. But first I have to tell you about Timmy.”
“Okay.”
“Timmy liked to watch,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Huh?”
“Timmy, like to watch me fuck other guys. It didn’t matter who they were, he liked to watch me come on another man’s cock, the bigger the better,” Kate said softly.
“And,” Mike knew what the next part was, but asked anyway.
“And I liked…no, I loved doing it.”
“So he wants to watch you again?”
“Kind of, when his parents died, they left him a lot of money.”
“So…”
“He said he made a mistake breaking it off with me…”
“He wants you back?”
“No. He wants me to come to LA for a weekend. He says he has a bunch of guys lined up for me.”
“And that’s what turned you on so much, the thought of all those guys fucking you?”
“Yes. Until I read his letter, I really hadn’t missed it, but now it’s about all I can think of. God, I’m so sorry Mike, god how can you ever forgive me?”
Kate had stopped rocking on Mike’s cock, yet she felt it pulse with his excitement. Looking down at Mike, he refused to meet her gaze.
“Oh my god, you’re just as turned on by that thought as I am,” Kate said.
“Oh god,” Mike groaned, “Can I read the letter?”
Smiling, Kate reached into the drawer of the nightstand and handed the envelope she had moved there. Opening the letter Mike began to read. As he did Kate could feel his pulse quicken and his cock grow bigger.
“Oh shit!” Mick cried, “My god,” he said looking up at his loving wife. “I didn’t know he wanted you to do them all at once.”
“Not all at once, one after the other,” Kate growled as a small orgasm rippled through her body.
“Do you want to do this? Will you be satisfied with just me if you don’t?” Mike asked.
“I don’t know to both questions. It was so long ago when I did it before that it has faded from my mind. Then I found that damn letter and every, sight, sound, and feeling came rushing back into my mind that I could think of almost nothing else. It was like having an itch I couldn’t scratch”
“If you do this, will you want to keep doing it?” Mike asked his wife.
“Honey, if I do, I don’t know…”
“Wait, before you say anything more, maybe I should tell you something. For the past couple of years, I have, while I was eating you, I imagined you were letting someone else do you, hence my many styles of eating your pussy.”
“What?”
“I want us to go to L.A. together. I want to watch you get your brains fucked out by…” Mike paused looking at the letter, “one hundred guys. There now, you know. I’m not all that different from Tim, except you married me and not him.”
As Mike finished his little speech, he came inside Kate once again.
“Oh god,” Kate cried when she felt the warmth spread through her belly. “You really are?”
“Yes. When do we have to leave?”
“You have the letter, silly,” Kate giggled.
“So, I do,” Mike chuckled looking at the letter, “Ah, next Friday. Can you wait until then?”
“I don’t know, I’m going fucking crazy with lust already.”
“There are a few guys I know that would love a shot at you. Would you be game for that until next Wednesday?”
“You mean I have to wait until Wednesday?”
“No dear, they could be over here every day until Wednesday.”
“God I love you,” Kate said kissing Mike hard.
“I guess you should call Tim and tell him you’ll be there, but you’re bringing a guest. Then I should make some calls so you don’t wear me out.”
“I love you, darling,” Kate told Mike.
“I love you too,” Mike replied.
Kate ****
Hi, I’m Kate. You don’t know how excited I was to find out my husband of twenty-three years wanted to watch me being fucked by other men. I found out the hard way. I had to confess to Mike, I received a letter from my old boyfriend. The one who broke up with me just before I met my Michael or Mike, as he prefers. When I let him read the letter and told him Tim liked to watch me with other men, Mike confessed he had been having fantasies along the same lines.
After I called Timmy to tell him I would be at his place in L.A. next Friday, Mike planned to have a few friends over for me. Over the last few hours, I had worn out my poor husband out and he decided he needed reinforcements. Three of his best buddies dropped what they were doing and hustled to our place. When they arrived, I greeted them at the door nude. When the door closed, I dropped to my knees and stripped their pants off. They got the hint and took off their shirts, I then sucked each of them, while Mike got them each a beer.
“You weren’t fucking kidding,” Clark said, “She’s absolutely gorgeous.”
Sid and Bud just stared at me as I sucked Clark’s cock.
“Honey, why don’t you let them come into the living room and get comfortable?”
Pulling Clark’s cock from my mouth with a loud pop, I got to my feet.
“Who wants to fuck me first?” I laughed walking to the couch, lying down with my legs spread. I so loved to play the slut, it had been so long, I realized how I missed those days twenty-four years ago. Clark was the first to the couch.
“Just slide it in, I’m already, all lubed up,” I told him.
I groaned as his long cock slid right into me.
“Fuck me,” I told Clark.
For the next twenty minutes, Clark pounded into me, making me come over and over again. The rest of the night the four of them kept me stuffed with dick. I don’t know how many times I came. I remember them moving me to the floor at one point.
At around one in the morning, we broke for pizza. When the deliveryman showed up, I answered the door, pulling him inside and kissed him. Mike took the pizza from him, so both hands were free to use on me. He realized a dream and slammed a huge cock into my sloppy pussy.
He was so grateful, he left without the money for the pizza. After eating, I took a shower with Sid. Then we crawled into bed while the others showered. Sid fucked me until Bud showed up all nice and clean. Rolling over, Sid was now under of me. Bud started pushing into my ass.
“Slow down there Bud, the KY is in the nightstand drawer,” I told him.
Within minutes, I had both guys fucking me. I was in heaven. When a third cock pushed into my mouth, I came.
“God damn, you look so beautiful like that,” Mike told me as I almost gagged on Clark’s cock.
For the rest of the night, we fucked and fucked and fucked. We all fell asleep about six in the morning, a tangle of bodies on my marital bed.
* * * *
I woke to someone kissing me. It was Mike.
“Good afternoon,” he said handing me a cup of coffee as I sat up. Getting up, I sipped my coffee as Mike helped me downstairs to get something to eat. Sid, Clark, and Bud were eating steak and eggs, which sounded pretty good to me.
After eating, the guys started in on me again. I realized I just couldn’t get enough of them. By Sunday morning, all four of them were exhausted, while I still wanted more. Sid, Clark, and Bud left, dragging their tails. Looking at Mike I pout. Closing his eyes and dropping his head, he sighed.
“Does color matter to you?” he asked me.
I thought about what he just asked me for a minute. I knew immediately of whom he was talking. Josh was a co-worker of his, who was black.
“No, not really,” I told him.
Raising his head, he smiled at me. Half an hour later, four big black men showed up at our door. Opening the door, I stood aside to let them enter. They all gasped when they saw me. Josh was dumbfounded. Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed him.
“God, Missus B, I have wanted to do that ever since the first time I met you.”
“How long have you wanted to fuck me?” I asked giggling.
“Forever,” he said consuming me with his eyes.
“Well then, get naked. Let’s see those cocks, gentlemen,” I told them.
When Josh dropped his pants, I couldn’t help but stare at his package. As I watched, it pulsed and grew. Soon it was sticking straight out in front of him. I dropped to my knees and took his beautiful cock in my mouth.
“Oh shit!” Josh groaned.
His friends were no slouches in the cock department, the four of them kept my pussy filled with cock all day and late into the night. Mike went out for food and drinks, beer, several times during the time they were fucking me senseless. I went to sleep right after the men did, around two in the morning.
When I woke I was alone in bed, but I could hear the guys talking loudly in the kitchen. Getting up, I went in the kitchen and Mike greeted me with a hug.
“Morning, Missus B,” Josh said.
“Morning Josh,” I replied smiling. His friends all said good morning too. “Good morning gentlemen,” I replied sitting at the table.
Mike placed me next to Josh. As Mike set a plate in front of me, Josh’s big, black, hand rested on my thigh. Not saying anything, I just spread my legs allowing him access to me. He quickly moved his fingers up to my eager pussy. When he slipped a calloused finger into me, I moaned.
“You’re not even a little sore?” Josh asked.
“No, I never get sore,” I told him.
Nodding he continued eating while he wiggled his finger inside me. Mike just stood there staring between my legs and smiling. The rest of the day, I spent with one of the four cocks in me. I was rarely empty and always coming, but by ten that night, the four were exhausted. It was still only Monday night and I was still extremely horny. Mike, being the sweetheart he is, called another group of his friends. As it turned out they were his poker buddies.
They spent all night filling me with their seven cocks. It was almost like an assembly line. I was laying in bed and the guys would fuck me one at a time. I was in a state of constant orgasm. Soon Mike had joined the line and became the eighth cock. I don’t think we slept, I was laying there shaking from orgasm. It took me a good hour to calm down enough to get out of bed. As I went downstairs, I realized I was exhausted. I was still a little horny, but not like, I had been on Friday. When Mike saw me, he rushed to my side and helped me to a chair.
“God you look so beautiful,” he told me.
“If you like that just fucked look,” I giggled.
“Oh, I do,” Mike said chuckling.
“What day is it?” I asked him.
“It’s Wednesday morning.”
“I need a shower and a long, long nap,” I told him.
“You bet,” he said helping me upstairs.
He joined me in the shower, not to fool around, but to clean me, lovingly. He then tucked me into bed.
Mike ****
God, she looked so beautiful. Hair tousled, love bites covering her chest and stomach, creamy semen running down her legs. She had just spent six day and nights being fucked by thirteen men and she looked wonderful. My name is Mike. My wife’s name is Kate. We have been married for twenty-three years. A wonderful marriage that in a few hours turned spectacular, all because of a letter from Kate’s old boyfriend, Tim. The letter had awakened something long dormant in her. A desire to have many cocks fuck her one after the other or all at the same time.
Over the past six days, I have witnessed her doing just that and I loved every minute of it. Yes, I know, right after the first cock slipped into Kate’s wonderful pussy, I was a cuckold, but what do I care about a name? Kate was now a slut, a whore, god I love her so much. It was Thursday night and we lay in bed together talking and wondering about tomorrow. Tomorrow we would be flying to L.A. to meet Tim, Kate’s ex-boyfriend from before we met twenty-four years ago, the guy that turned her into a slut.
“Slut,” I whispered into her ear.
“Oh god,” Kate moaned shaking with excitement.
“A hundred cocks, big and small, all for you, slut,” I said softly.
“Oh god,” Kate groaned again. “Yes,” she whispered.
That is what Tim had arranged for Kate. After apologizing for breaking up with her twenty-four years ago, he graphically described what he wanted her to do for him this weekend. After reading that, I arranged a six-day gangbang for my lovely wife.
“Fuck me,” Kate whispered.
“No, no cock for you until tomorrow evening. Do you think Tim will fuck you in the limo on the way to his place?”
“Oh god, I hope so,” Kate growled.
“Me too,” I told her, “Maybe I should drive so the chauffeur can join him fucking you.”
“Jesus,” Kate shouted, “You are a pervert. God, I love you.”
Laughing I hugged her tightly.
“Good night my slut,” I told her.
“Good night my dear,” Kate replied.
* * * *
Kate squirmed in her seat the entire flight. Her sexual arousal grew the closer we came to L.A. I had put Kate in the window seat to keep her from wandering the plane.
“I have to pee,” she whispered.
“Tough, hold it, we’re almost there,” I told her.
“What do you think I’m going to do, grab some guy and join the mile high club?”
“Yes,” I stated simply.
You’re probably right,” Kate admitted.
After landing, I let her pee in a concourse restroom. Then we went to the baggage claim to get our bag. We were just staying the weekend, flying back on Monday morning.
“Timmy,” Kate squealed rushing into his arms at the baggage carousel.
They stood there, kissing, bodies pressed against each other, while I retrieved our bag. Then I waited, watching my adorable wife kiss another man. What a slut. They finally parted when Tim pushed Kate back to take a look at her.
“God Kate, you haven’t changed,” Tim told her. “Hello, Mike, good to see you too,” Tim said shaking my hand, his eyes never leaving Kate. “Follow me,” he said offering his arm to Kate and turning toward the exit.
Sitting at the curb was a white limo. It had been stretched by about ten feet. A big black man stood holding the door open. Tim helped Kate in then climbed in after her. The chauffeur took the bag from me as I stepped into the car. The door closed and I moved to the seat facing backward. As I watched, Kate was once again kissing Tim passionately. This time his hands were roaming her hot body.
Climbing to her knees, Kate unbuckled and unzipped Tim’s pants, pushing them down his legs. When his cock popped up, Kate gasped, wrapping her hand around the shaft. After a few strokes, Kate was satisfied with its hardness and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She then ripped her flimsy panties she wore off her body, tossing the shredded remains to me.
Straddling Tim, she lowered her dripping pussy down onto his cock. Pressing her wet torn panties to my nose, I inhaled deeply, groaning at the sight of Tim’s cock disappearing into my wife.
“See, I told you he would like it,” Kate whispered to Tim.
Kate bounced up and down on Tim’s cock as the limo pulled away from the curb. It had taken all of three minutes for Kate to get a cock into her body. Smiling, I watched as she fucked herself on Tim’s cock. Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at me. She smiled then mouthed “I love you” to me. Nodding, I smiled back at her. Groaning, Tim asked Kate the inevitable question.
“So, how many cocks have been in your sweet pussy since I last saw you?”
Sighing, Kate looked into Tim’s eyes shuddering slightly.
“Up until Friday, when I got your letter, just one,” Kate answered.
“And since then?” Tim asked.
“Twelve, besides Mike,” Kate answered,
Tim started bucking and groaning at her words. He yelled once, then was quiet and still. I saw his come leak out of my wife’s pussy, rolling down his balls. Kate sighed, settling down onto Tim.
“I’m sorry baby, I just couldn’t help it,” Tim told her.
“That’s okay,” Kate said getting up off him.
Turning, she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and pushed them down my legs. Straddling my lap, she sank down on my cock. I slid in so easily. I groaned at the creamy feel of her pussy.
“God I love you,” Kate told me.
A groan from Tim and we both knew he was enjoying watching us.
“How much longer to your place Tim,” Kate asked slowly rocking her hips on my cock.
“Twenty minutes,” he growled.
“Good, Mike should last until then,” Kate growled, pressing her lips to mine.
The ride was made all the better by my lovely wife riding my cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster. When we pulled up in front of the house, Kate started to orgasm.
“God, I love you,” she whispered in my ear. “Are you going to come?”
“Not just yet. Maybe when you have a couple of more loads of cum in you,” I told her.
Kate shuddered with another orgasm. When the door opened, Kate slowly rose up off my cock. A thin clear strand of come clung to my cock and her labia. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. The chauffeur thought so as he groaned.
“Tim, will your driver be one of the men?” Kate asked.
“He will now,” Tim groaned.
“Good,” Kate said climbing out of the limo.
I followed her and saw that she was in the arms of the driver. She was kissing him passionately as he squeezed her ass in his big black hands. When Tim stepped out he groaned, staggered back against the car.
“You never saw her with a Blackman?” I asked.
“No,” he croaked, “have you?”
“Yes, four of them, one after the other for two days,” I told him proudly.
“Oh god, you lucky son of a bitch,” Tim cried.
“Thank you,” I replied.
Tapping Kate on the shoulder, I let her know we needed to go. Turning her head toward me, she smiled.
“His cock is huge,” she whispered.
“Really? Can you wait to fuck him until we get inside?”
Wiggling out of the driver’s embrace, Kate took my arm, pulling her skirt down, still looking lustfully at the driver.
“What’s your name?” Kate asked him.
“Jeffery,” he answered.
“Nice to meet you, Jeffery,” Kate said, walking away with me, Tim close behind.
“Jeff, put their bag in the upstairs bedroom, the one three doors down on the right if you please.”
“Very well Mister Collins.”
“Oh Jeff, the event starts at six.”
“Very good sir,” Jeff said with some enthusiasm.
Once inside Tim led us to his study. There he wrapped his arms around Kate, hugging her deeply, “God it’s so good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you, Timmy. What are we going to do until six?” Always to the point my Kate is.
“Whatever you want, dear,” Tim said.
“I came here to get fucked so you could watch,” Kate stated plainly.
“Well I’m here, Mike is here and I can have Jeff here if you want. I just thought you might like something to eat, a little refreshment, maybe a swim in the pool before they start showing up.”
Kate looked thoughtfully at Tim, then at me. I nodded, letting her know it was her decision. Taking a deep breath Kate smiled.
“Where’s the bathroom, I could use a shower before we eat,” she said cheerfully.
“Right through that door, you will find everything you need, including a short shift for you to wear.”
“Thank you, Timmy, you were always so thoughtful. Come with me Mike, I’m sure you could use a shower too,” Kate said heading for the door.
Smiling, I followed my beautiful wife. Once the door closed, Kate was all over me.
“God, honey how am I ever going to repay you?” she asked.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I told her squeezing her ass in my hand.
“I will, I promise. Now join me in the shower. I want you to take your time washing me. Inside and out,” Kate smiled.
* * * *
Dinner, actually lunch, was very good. The wine was excellent and the after dinner liquor was the best. We were now sitting around the pool, drinks in hand, relaxing under the bright California sun. Life was good and Kate looked stunning in the yellow bikini she found in the cabana.
“So Tim, tell me about yourself, what you did after you left school?” Kate asked him, although it was more of a command.
“You know why I moved, mom died shortly after I came home. My dad was devastated. I was devastated. After her death, I had to take over the business, as dad just quit. He would sit in the study and sip brandy all day and night. He wouldn’t eat or take care of himself. Six months to the day after mom died, dad slipped away in the middle of the night.
“He left me everything, the estate, the company and a few investments I have since taken over running.”
“I’m so sorry to hear about your father. I was also so sad when I heard from Jackie about your mom, please accept our condolences. Now what does your company do, I don’t ever remember you saying.”
“That’s because I was embarrassed by it,” Tim told her.
“Oh, now you really have to tell me, Timmy,” Kate always called him Timmy when she wanted something.
“I will, I will, it’s just I’m still a little ashamed. Ashamed my father made his fortune selling smut.”
“Really?”
“Really and in the beginning, mom was his number one star.”
“What?”
“That’s right, dad loved to watch mom fuck other guys. He loved it so much he filmed her and sold those films. Mom made him, his first million. She was a lot like you, Kate, she loved to get fucked, a lot,” Tim whispered those last words.
“Is that what happened, you saw her, what in person, in a movie?”
“God no, they pretty much kept me away from the studio and I wasn’t one to watch porn when there were live girls to watch. No, I think I inherited my proclivity to being a voyeur. I have found, though unless I care for the woman I don’t get excited. It’s just another woman fucking. And I can watch that all day if I chose to.”
“So you’re still carrying a torch for my wife?” I asked.
“More than ever before, I’m afraid to say.”
“So what was your plan this weekend, Timmy? To steal me away from Mike?” Kate asked.
“I don’t know, I guess, maybe…”
“We better get this out of the way real quick, Tim. First, I would never have done this behind my husband’s back. Second, I love Mike more than you could ever know. If he had said no to this, that would have been the end of it. I would have suffered for a while with visions of man after man fucking me, but they would have faded just like last time. My husband’s love and wonderful cock got me through it after you left and they would again.”
“I know Kate, I know…”
“And one more thing…even if Mike had said I could come alone, I wouldn’t have. Like I said, I love Mike, I want to share everything with him.”
“So you told him about the letter right off?”
“No, but he knew there was something wrong. He knew something had happened because he loves me. He asked what was wrong and I told him. I told him about you and then I let him read the letter.”
“Oh,” Tim said not able to look Kate or me in the eye for a minute.
“Now another question, Tim. Do you plan on filming me with all these guys and then selling the tape or film or whatever?”
“Uh…I hadn’t planned on selling it. It was for my private collection.”
“Uh, huh. You will sign a paper that will state quite clearly without any lawyer mumbo jumbo, that Mike and I hold all rights to the film, tape, etc. in perpetuity. And we get three copies – one on DVD, one on tape – VHS and the master negative, on which you will read the paper you sign and stating if the film, tape, etc. is used for any other purpose the copyright holder will receive one hundred percent of any sale price plus two million dollars.
“And if it ever shows up on the internet while you are still alive I will come back and skin you alive. You go that Timmy Collins?”
“Yes,” Tim croaked.
“Tim?”
“Yes, Mike.”
“That goes double for me,” I said softly.
“Yes Mike,” Tim said flatly, “Now my response. Kate, you were a great business major and I have the signed papers in my desk, although an addendum will be drawn up for the additional two million. Kate you’ll have to take this on faith. I would never use you like that.”
“I hope that is so,” Kate said.
“It is because, Mike don’t take this the wrong way, I love you, Kate. I always have and always will.”
“Timmy, I’m flattered.”
“Tim no offense taken,” I told him.
“What time is it?” Kate asked.
“Five,” Tim told her.
“How is this weekend going to work?” Kate asked.
“The film crew, there are four cameramen and a director of sorts. He won’t be directing you or the guys, he directs the camera operators. Anyway, they are set up in the master bedroom. The first group of guys, around twenty, will show up at six, then every two hours a fresh group will show up, twenty at a time, so eleven hours from now all hundred will be here.”
“So they just line up and take turns fucking me?”
“More or less. Oh, except for the fluffers.”
“The what?” Kate asked.
“While you’re getting your brains fucked out, there will be a couple of young ladies getting the guys ready for you.”
“You didn’t do that the last time,” Kate said surprising the shit out of me.
“There were only five guys then and you were so close and so hot they all had hard-ons all the time.”
“Oh.”
“A hundred guys will form a line out the bedroom door down the hall, down the stairs, winding through the house.”
“What about disease?” I asked.
“They all work for me and have been checked and rechecked. I would never do anything to hurt you. That reminds me. If any of them hurt you on purpose, you scream out ‘squirrel’ and we will summarily throw him out a window as well as firing him. Did you get that Kate? This is about pleasure, yours, Mike’s and mine.”
“Yes dear,” Kate said standing then sinking to her knees beside Tim’s chair, “Just relax.”
Kate pulled Tim’s swimsuit down to his ankles, grabbed his cock and swallowed him. He just groaned as his legs trembled. For ten minutes, Kate sucked and licked Tim’s cock, until he blasted his come down her throat. Smiling, she turned to me.
“You’re next handsome,” she told me.
“No, you save yourself, I’ll wait until later,” I told my lovely bride.
“Are you sure, dear?” Kate asked a little bewildered.
“He wants your pussy with about ten loads of come in it.”
“See, Tim understands,” I told Kate.
“God, you’re a pervert,” Kate smiled.
“Yes, I am and I like it.”
“So do I, sweetheart, so do I,” Kate said sitting on my lap and kissing me.
We kissed for a very long time. My hands were busy, first taking her top off, then squeezing and fondling her wonderful tits. About three days later, which was ten minutes in real time, we were both tapped on the shoulder.
“It’s time,” Tim said standing over us.
“Great,” Kate said her voice filled with nervous quavers.
I just smiled, as I follow her upstairs.
The master bedroom was huge, as was the bed, now pulled into the middle of the room. All the other furniture was gone, except for two chairs to one side. One of the cameramen whistled when he caught sight of Kate. Kate bowed and slipped her bikini bottoms down her lovely legs.
“Should I just get in the bed or will you introduce them to me first?”
“Get in the bed, there will be no introductions, you will not know their names or they yours,” Tim told her.
“But I want them to know my first name. I want them yelling my name as they fill me with their come,” Kate cried.
“All right,” Tim smiled, “we’ll tell them your name.”
“Good,” Kate said climbing into bed and flopped down on her back, legs spread. “I’m ready for my close up Mister De Mill,” she shouted.
Suddenly, four camera’s were shooting four different close-ups, one of her face, one of her pussy and one of each breast. Giggling, Kate lay there letting them film. There was a knock on the door, it was Jeffery and he was staring at Kate.
“Ah, Jeff, come on in,” Tim told him.
At the mention of Jeffery’s name, Kate sat up, the camera’s pulling back quickly.
“Hi, Jeff, get your cock over here,” Kate growled.
Tim nodded. Jeff was naked and on the bed with Kate in next to no time. He kissed her, feeling her up as she wrapped her arm around his big shoulders.
“Oh, shit, they started without us,” a voice came from the doorway where twenty men stood out in the hall.
“Gentlemen, come in, come in. Yes, we did get an early start, but get undressed and form a line,” Tim told them.
There was a flurry of ‘Yes Mister Collins’. Then three very pretty women entered and started to disrobe. Looking back to the bed, Jeff was pounding into Kate, one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. The hard fact she not only took it, but she was enjoying it, amazed me.
And so, it began the hundred and three-man gangbang. All night Friday and all day Saturday, all the cocks now in the house fucked Kate. After about the tenth guy, I cut in line to fuck her next.
“Who the hell are you?” the guy I cut in front of yelled.
“I’m her husband. You have a problem with that?”
“Hell no, thanks, man, this is one sweet looking cunt you have there.”
“Don’t tell me, I know. Tell her as you fill her full of your come.”
“Oh shit!” he cried.
Looking back at Kate, I saw the guy on top of her roll off. Climbing between her thighs I looked down at her blood engorged labia. They were red and swollen. Sliding my cock into her, I looked into her eyes. At first, they didn’t recognize me.
“Oh Mike, fuck it, baby, fuck my cunt.”
For the next fifteen minutes, I pounded her cream filled pussy. Screaming her name, I filled her with my seed. Rolling to the side I watched as the next guy shoved his hard cock into my wife.
“Fuck yeah,” he said, “you have one hot cunt, Kate.”
As he said her name, she came again.
“Damn Kate your hot cunt sure feels good,” he told her.
Kate came again.
“God, you’re a hot, smokin’ cunt!” I said.
Kate bucked up against the guy in a tremendous orgasm.
“So my little slut likes to be called a cunt?”
“Yes,” she growled coming again.
From that point on everyone called her a cunt.
* * * *
It’s Sunday morning, all the guys have left and Kate is asleep in bed. No not the bed she was fucked in, another bed. I’m sitting by the pool with a glass of fine Champagne in my hand. Tim is asleep in the chair next to me. In my other hand, I’m holding a count sheet. The director kept a count of the different men and the number of times they each fucked Kate before she passed out early this morning.
The first tally was one hundred and one men, not everyone showed up, their loss. The total number of times Kate was fucked was an unbelievable three hundred sixty-nine times without a break. Tim would have to replace his mattress because instead of stopping to pee, Kate just peed while she was being fucked. The guys loved it. Kate loved it. I loved it and Tim loved it.
I can’t wait until Kate wakes up to tell her how much I love her.
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