Samantha’s Addiction to Big Cock

Samantha:

Oh, God the guilt.

‘I told you last week, I’m off for dinner with the team. Don’t you ever listen?!’ I hissed venomously at him on my cell.

‘I just don’t remember you mentioning it at all…’ trailed his reply. ‘Don’t worry, no need to rush back, nothing special to get back home for’. He sounded disappointed.

I’d left my loving husband in bed that Monday morning sporting quite a determined semi-erection with my usual ‘It’ll have to wait…’ brush off. And I guess he took that as a promise rather than the lack of will on my part to do anything with it.

Quite honestly, I really didn’t give a flying fuck about him and what he needed sexually any longer. Why? It’s not that he isn’t a good man, quite the contrary. On most counts he is exactly what most women would want in a husband. He’s hard working, good businessman, does more than his share around the house and is generally a pretty interesting host and friend to those who know us. He tries to keep in reasonable shape and for a man rising 50, he hasn’t done badly.

In bed? After over a decade of marriage things had got a bit stale. Occasionally the stars would align and it would be pretty darn good, sometimes pretty hardcore and sometimes pretty ordinary. If we did get it right we were both pretty adventurous, but you know how life is, too busy, too many things on our minds and so too often one or the other of us was just not in the mood.

John:

Bloody hell. Either my memory is going or hers is. I don’t remember anything to do with this and it ain’t on her calendar. The kids are out until 9 and we have the house to ourselves. I was so up for a bit of fun straight after work. Damn and blast her ‘team’. We could have had a couple of hours no problem and instead, what?

She looked so good going to work this morning, hottest manager in that office that’s for sure. I even put off cracking one out while she was in the shower this morning to save myself for tonight.

I don’t know what’s the matter with her at the moment. I’m doing all the shit she asks around the place, she wants for nothing, I’m looking after myself and fuck I am so up for it, it hurts. What is it since we last had a decent fuck? It’s months. Half the trouble is she is never in. What, between work and the ‘essential’ gym, girls’ nights and trips to hairdressers and beauticians, yes she looks great, but that’s about as close as I am getting right now.

Samantha:

Ok, so guilt is there, but as soon as I have made my excuses and re-focus on why I am making them, that devilish, selfish grin creeps across my face. I’m off to have something I discovered a few months ago, and to be quite honest I’m not going to give up any time soon. A great big, thick, hard cock.

I work as a manager of a reception area of a big office and it’s my job to see everyone who comes through the place. And they see me. 42 years old, 5’7″ before I slipped heals on, and not being arrogant despite how it sounds, I am hot – long blonde hair, mid-size tits, great ass and the gym maintained figure ensured the DNA was used to its best advantage. I honestly think I’m better looking now than when I was younger and the attention I get seems to back that up.

A couple of years ago someone described me as a MILF and I didn’t know what they meant. I just about died of embarrassment when it was explained to me. How didn’t I know this stuff?

Easy. I had been a ‘nice’ girl and then wife to John. I’d had just three cocks up my now shaven pussy including my husband, and if you must know, just his up my ass. A few more details. I love giving head, happy to swallow if required. A finger up my ass when I’m being fucked just adds to the speed I can orgasm, which I do frequently. I love tasting my own juices from finger or cock and when I masturbate, which I do often and always have, imagining all sorts of scenarios.

In part this is where I started to get curious about what else was out there. I’m not a prude and do use porn from time to time. Of course in the good old 90’s it was pretty homely stuff, regular fucking and sucking. But as we all know now, you can get anything online now. I stumbled across some stuff my husband had been browsing a couple of years ago and jeez, it was unreal.

Group sex was the first thing that pushed my buttons. Suddenly tasting myself could be me tasting another woman or my juices on another man’s cock just pulled out of my sopping pussy; a finger up my ass could be two cocks at once, and then my submissive side came out. I played with myself imagining I was being taken by several men, cum dripping from my abused pussy, covering my tits and then even having another gorgeous submissive girl clean it all off me. Even thinking about it gets me horny.

And then it was the size of the cocks. I was watching these tiny pussy’s and even assholes being filled with these guys who were so well hung. I had no idea how that must have felt. My husband is, like my previous lovers, just about average in that department. No complaints had really ever entered my head as he was easy to accommodate and comfortable inside me, never any pain.

Trouble was after I had kids, well as happens, it wasn’t quite as tight and I’m not sure it was ever quite the same for either of us. I noticed that he looked for anal more often or at least a finger up my butthole to tighten me up a little out front. It was good for me! But now I was looking at pictures and video of guys who I wasn’t sure I could even get inside me.

My juices ran at the idea of it and in time larger and larger things found their way up my pussy as my mind ran riot at the thought of a huge cock taking its pleasure with me. I’m sure my unthinking husband never queried why there was a range of candles in the bedroom that never got lit. Shampoo bottles in the shower must have looked like the shelf of an adult store to any eye that cared to check them out a little more carefully. I have to say I got off more than once after lending one of them to a gal pal or friends wife who might be staying over, thinking of them using these bottles that the day before might have been shoved deep in my soaking vagina. Better still was imagining them ramming them up their own slits not knowing my juices still coated the bottle. Am I really that naughty?

John:

So I guess she thinks that I’m not pissed at this behaviour. I didn’t get married to such a hot wife to never get any. While I still have a sex drive worthy of the name I want and need to use it. I’ve got to say, I am starting to wonder – her behaviour has been different for about 9 months now and that is coinciding with the lack of action in the bedroom.

I hate being suspicious but really, this is beyond a joke. I managed to get a hand on her pussy in bed this morning and holy crap, smooth as silk. I wanted to get straight at it but brushed off wouldn’t begin to describe it. Not enough time she said, but time for an hour and a half to get ready for fucking work.

The bald pussy has been playing on my mind all day. Apart from the fact I want to see it, eat it and fuck it, given we haven’t fucked properly in months, why is she keeping it like that? She always said a bit of length was more comfortable didn’t she? Christ, this is doing my nut in. I just want to get on with my life and my heart is going like a bloody teenager again.

Samantha:

Being hit on is something that us girls get used to. Some cave in, some just brush it off. A year ago I changed camps in that regard. John had been busy on a project for months and was a bit of a basket case with it, stressed out and tired and only able to think about work. Jesus he was boring. There was nothing from him for me beyond a housemate.

I’d never thought of an affair before or even making my sex fantasies anything real. And then bang, a sometime work colleague starts being super friendly. A few years younger than me, we start chatting over lunch and getting beyond the professional relationship. We were on a small project that involved us working together one day a week when he came into my office. He was married, an army reservist and physically fit as they come.

I started noticing his physique, then commenting on it and taking far too much of an interest in him and his life. I compared him to home and in that regard this was a breath of fresh air. I noticed he was increasingly interested in me and looking back he was obviously sounding me out. How was my marriage? Grumble, grumble. How was his? Much the same. We started creating reasons to get together, both at work and outside of it. John didn’t bat an eyelid as it was easier for him if I was out. Less for him to worry about.

Then there was the inevitable ‘drinks’. A couple loosened both of our tongues and emboldened us. I gave him just as much of a hint as I could that I didn’t want to get out of my marriage or him his, but that he might like to thrill me just a little bit more. Even with a couple of days gone by, the thrill didn’t lessen. And with his wife believing he was away training and me ‘visiting parents out of town’ we ended up in a hotel together.

I can’t say I was sure, but he took his chance and pressed on despite my having doubts. There I was, sat in the edge of the bed, dressed to kill and shit-scared. He stood up in front of me, pulled off his shirt to reveal that rock hard torso I had glimpsed and pictured. Then he undid his zip and moved forward a foot. I was staring at a huge lump in his trousers. Surely, it couldn’t be…?

I reached forward and grabbed his waistband, about to submit. As I undid the button and started to pull his jeans down. Out ‘fell’, and fall it did, the biggest cock I had ever seen. All guilt left me as I became the porn star I had seen so often online. It must have been eight inches and I couldn’t get my hand around it. The head was wider again and what a job to get even that into my eager mouth.

What followed was not making love. I reckon he figured that if this was going to be a one off he was going to make it count. I was well and truly fucked. That huge cock ripped through my pussy in a way I couldn’t have dreamt of. I loved it – like doing it as a teenager with his incredible stamina, brute strength and the way he poured forth a load of filthy talk. In everyday life nobody would ever call me a slut or whore, use words like cunt and demand that I suck their cock or spread my ass cheeks. It all just made me cum harder and harder.

Two hours later his cum dribbled from by stretched and swollen pussy, another load had spilled from my mouth onto my tits, the nipples red and sore from the intensity of the biting and grabbing. I must have cum five or six times. I looked a mess. I smiled at my own reflection.

After dinner and drinks, I was taken again. This time he massaged me first, rubbing me down with oils. I knew where this would lead and sure enough, a short while later he had forced my ass open far enough with a vigorous fingering that his huge cock was able to fit in. I think I would rather have been on all fours for this, but he insisted I was on my back and staring at him. His taunting about taking my ass that was my husbands’ only, making me admit to his face how much it turned me on, how much I loved it more than with my husband and how much of dirty slut I was, just added to the absolute power he had over me at that moment.

I awoke in the morning and felt utterly wrecked. Not emotionally but physically. The feeling was incredible. I slid my hands down to my ass and pussy. A finger easily entered my stretched asshole, swiping around in the cum, oil and sweat that remained. My pussy was on fire, so sensitive. I woke him with my mouth on his filthy used cock, my final admission of my status in this matter. His last load of the weekend would be down my throat.

It is amazing what you can do with make-up and an indifferent attitude. I looked fine when I got home, though I knew my husband could sense something up. I blamed the traffic on the way home and said I just needed an early night to sleep off the long journey. Shit, if he had seen my naked body, even an idiot would have noticed my smashed pussy and swollen nipples and ass. A few days later and all was back to normal. I granted him a ‘quickie’ and then back to indifference. It was so different to the weekend.

My army lover and I managed a few more rendezvous’. I heard his wife had gotten pregnant, so clearly they weren’t as distant as perhaps they might have been, and I suggested he should do the right thing and end our meets for her sake. Kids make a difference eh? Thing was, I had broken the seal now and other interest was already coming…

John:

I need to start going through her stuff, try and understand her a little more. I know I shouldn’t, but if I can find what is bothering her or how she feels, then maybe we can improve life around the house.

I’ll have a look at her iPad – she seems to be on it a lot. She hasn’t linked her messages to it and there are a few apps missing. I think I will just add them on for her. Easy to do.

Woah, look at all these messages from this guy. Who the fuck is he? Jason… And where this team meeting is must be at his place judging from the invite over at 10am this morning…

That 30 minutes was an enlightening experience.

I don’t recognise the woman in these messages, but it is my wife in the pictures she has sent him. I now know why her pussy is bald and I know he likes it. And it is not just him. There are two others, Mark and Ben, she is having close ‘chats’ with – this explains a lot.

My heart is racing. I don’t understand how she could do this. Trouble is, the more I read, the more turned on I’m getting. I want to see her with them. What is happening…?

An idea. I send some messages out to the guys, provocative, drawing them in. Let’s see how far she has gone. I send the first few and already I’m getting replies.

To Mark – ‘How’s it going big guy?’

Reply – ‘Good Hun. You feeling horny then?’

‘What makes you say that lover’

‘It’s the only time I ever hear from you, when you want some big cock – true?’

‘Okay you got me. It’s been too long. I need it BAD’

‘Too long? You are a horny bitch. Last Thursday was not even a week! I thought that session would have sorted you for weeks! You are such a slut. And you married too… naughty girl. LOL.’

‘The thought of being your cheating slut gets me wet. Tell me what you want and when…’

‘Is there anything we haven’t done or are you learning new tricks from somewhere else? I’m pretty sure a hotwife like you needs more than one cock. Perhaps that is it…more than one cock!’

‘Don’t tease so – you know much that turns me on don’t you????’

‘How many you want then? Two? Three? Make you airtight would be fun! I can organise some boys if you want…’

‘Big like you or smaller for my smaller holes? Be kind’

‘Fuck that – you know you need them big and you can take them in every hole no matter what the size. That husband of yours must have noticed you didn’t sit down for a couple of days after the last fucking I gave you up that gorgeous married ass of yours?’

That was a bit of a low blow. Suddenly I realised I was part of this game, even though I knew nothing about it. It was part of their play.

‘So I like cock up my ass, doesn’t every girl?’

‘Not every girl – just the sluts like you. The next time you see me, I suggest you are well lubed-up that back passage of yours as I am going to give it some extra special treatment…’

A plan began to hatch in my head.

‘Oh yes please!! Are you free tomorrow night about 8pm. Come to mine – he’s away in the morning. Gotta go for now, but be sure to be here. Walk down so the neighbours don’t see – let yourself in. I’ll shave and lube just for you.’

To Ben – ‘Any free time soon Ben?’

‘For you sexy, anytime. What you got in mind?’

By now I was guessing that my wife was up for anything these guys could offer but hey, in for penny, I thought I may as well verify it.

‘I think you deserve a treat – what is your favourite thing we do? I’ll do anything for you…’

And checking if she was consistent in choice ‘…and that big cock of yours’

‘What, this little old thing’ and there was a picture – fuck he was huge!

On a hunch, I quickly flicked into her pictures folder and sure enough, buried in there were a whole raft of pictures of guys, I would estimate perhaps 5 or 6 different ones, all showing their big cocks. There was some general porn shots of different positions and perversions and then the inevitable selfies of her. She had kept her face off them but I knew the body, the tits, the pussy and the ass on display. I quickly picked a pussy one with her fingers jammed up it and forwarded to him.

‘I’d rather have that little old thing than my soaking wet fingers – pick a hole, or two’

‘How about you bring a friend and I get to choose a hole or four?’

I fired off a pic of two women sucking a huge cock from the net. ‘This?’

Awaiting the reply, I delved further into the photos. An album called ‘action shots’ wasn’t unreasonably titled. This had pictures clearly taken during the infidelity act with each of them. Variously these were obscene shots of her being face-fucked, her pussy and ass filled with cock, dildos, candles, and almost anything else that would fit and then a bunch of shots with her covered in cum. I particularly liked the degrading facial shots, knowing how much care she took over her appearance. This really was the ultimate submissiveness for her.

Ping. The reply. ‘This.’ Attached was a porno picture of a woman not unlike my wife in hair colour and shape being fucked up the ass with a huge cock, her face buried in a young brunettes’ pussy.

‘Fuck that is so hot – I’d love it. Who do we get? You got someone willing’

‘You know that is your job slut. What about that new thing in your office? Sophie. I’d love to have a ride on that. I reckon I could break her’

‘Would you fuck her in front of me? I’d love to see you do her and open her ass up like you do mine. I’d so like to get her wet for you Ben. We have so got to sort this…! Pretty please’

‘Dirty bitch. I wouldn’t just fuck her up the ass, but I’d make you clean me up after with your mouth. You know the rules, you don’t get to say no, so are you sure?’

This was getting pretty intense. This guy really was dominating her. He was telling her to do his bidding and judging by the way it went, he wasn’t used to any resistance.

‘Anything for you. Always. My mouth, pussy and ass are yours to do what you want to. You know that.’

‘I want more’ Another picture. From the same set, this time the blonde on her back with the skinny brunette the other way around with her pussy above the blondes’ mouth, the guys’ huge cock withdrawing from the brunette with cum spewing out of her and a big dollop falling onto the waiting extended tongue of the blonde. ‘This – sort it.’

‘I hope it’s okay with you Ben, but I’ve got my fingers buried in my cunt right now thinking about it. You need to come and make me cum – we can talk about it some more with that big cock of yours buried in me. Can you come around tomorrow just after 8pm. Walk down to mine and just come in. He’s away – need to keep head down until then. Can’t wait to see you and yours…xxx’

I copied the messages and photos to my phone and then deleted them all from hers.

Samantha:

I needed that. A weekend at home always feels so confining nowadays. I sneak away whenever I can to text my lovers and play with myself. It is like I am in some incredibly heightened sexual state at almost all times, but more so when I have a ‘date’ lined up like I did for tonight.

A slow drive back from Jason’s with my pussy full of his cum and barely able to keep my fingers from my clit gives me time to turn from cheating slut into professional, respectable married woman. At first when I started meeting up with other guys to fuck – it’s nothing else really – I used to worry about covering up the ‘mess’. But, truth be told, it wasn’t hard. John didn’t push too hard as to where I’d been and what I’d been doing.

After my first session with Jason, who shoots a massive load, he left a load deep up in my pussy. I lay in bed that night, my husband sleeping gently next to me. I couldn’t help myself reach down and start to play with my sodden ruined pussy. It felt so loose and stretched out, even more than with my other lovers, of which there had now been a handful. After delving into it I brought my fingers up to my mouth and sucked the cum from Jason off them.

What a journey the last few months had been. I was now getting the sort of sex I could never have dreamed would be available to me. I had started off seeking a little attention, then a little action, and yet now was getting fucked twice, three or even four times a week by my big cocked lovers.

I was a definite size queen now. Anything smaller than army guy and no second date. I couldn’t really fuck John anymore as I was certain he would notice that he simply didn’t come up to the mark any longer. I’d let him fuck my ass from time to time, so long as it wasn’t raw from one of the guys taking his turn on it, and almost always with the lights off to make sure he couldn’t see the difference taking huge cocks regularly had made to my pussy and ass.

My current three were 8″, 9″ and Jason’s 10″ (but incredibly thick and boy what a load!). I didn’t care if they were married or single – I didn’t plan on marrying any of them. Mark is engaged, Ben single and Jason married to the hottest big breasted blonde that comes to the same school gate that I go to when I have to.

I love seeing this incredible piece of female ass, always immaculately presented with her perfect daughters, just after I have fucked her massive God-cocked husband. I have spoken to her on the school run an hour after having her husband ream my pussy, his load literally spilling into panties, her probably totally unaware that her husband is a cheating bastard and I am the bitch he chooses to do it with. I tease him by using her name as we fuck, which always gets his steamed up even more and ensures an even more brutal pounding.

He has shown me pictures of her naked and I have to say she is incredible. I confessed to him that having seen them I wanked off that very night imagining her in bed with the two of us. I’d love to see what she looks like being fucked by him and then have him shoot his load in me, then make her lick it out. I’m coming just thinking about it. I’m not really bi at all, but she is so hot I just couldn’t say no. A girl can dream can’t she…?

Mark’s fiancée is a shrew of a home builder type, and I really don’t know why he sticks with her. It’s not that I want him – or that he would take me, given I’m ten years older than him, but I get the benefit of his sexual appetite as I give him everything he doesn’t get at home.

As for Ben, he is an arrogant single bloke, He thinks he can fuck anything, and as he has a few bucks to his name, good house, car and job, decent looks and a fucking awesome cock, he probably can. I am sure I am not the only one on his roster, but I don’t ask and he doesn’t tell. It works for both of us. He and I have started to dabble in a little S&M, but I have to be careful he doesn’t mark me as that could be just a little too hard to explain.

John:

My phone buzzed – message from my wife. ‘On my way back. I’ve eaten and beat and so tired I’m ready for an early night. Quiet one together tomorrow eh? x’

Easy one to understand now. Sure enough five minutes later a message from Jason on the iPad.

‘Missing my cock yet whore? You just can’t get enough nowadays can you? Some session tonight – what got you so hot?’

Then from my wife ‘Driving and cell battery fucked, just like my slutty pussy you wrecked with that monster of yours! Signing off now. Miss ya already – your loving older woman LOLxxx’

Oh that was perfect. The evidence of tonight’s rendezvous and now her unable to see any replies. It also explained why she hadn’t intercepted the messages I’d sent to the other two. She had clearly been ‘busy’.

I had about half an hour I reckoned. Quickly I set the GoPro up in the bedroom and left it to run unnoticed for her getting back. Then I got back to the texting.

‘Found a charger, so got time for a couple of messages before home. Feels like you are still inside me I am that stretched. Fuck you are so big – do all the girls think the same!!’

‘That little wife of mine just can’t take me the way you can. She might look the part, but believe me you do it for Jason every time over her. She has never let me finger her ass, never mind fuck it. There is a reason I keep you on my lovely slut’ A wife – oh this could be interesting.

They all loved calling my wife their slut didn’t they? I guess that is what she is. A slut pure and simple. I played to character on her behalf.

‘Make your excuses and you can have my ass tomorrow night, just after 8 at my place. It will be worth it I promise. Don’t knock, just come in and I will be waiting. Husband away. Got to go. Remember, tomorrow at 8. Xxx’

‘Sure slut. 8 it is.’

Delete, delete, delete. Her iPad was cleared for now.

Sure enough a short while later her car pulled up and in she came. It was just 10pm, but she claimed she needed an early night and a shower. I suggested we sit and have a glass of wine, but she point blank refused and disappeared upstairs.

Samantha:

Christ he is still up and wants to talk. I feel like I’ve been in a fight after that seeing to with Jason’s weapon. I made my lame, angry wife excuses and headed to the bedroom. I needed to buy a little time so asked if he would make me a tea and that I would come down for it after a shower.

Apparently he has some work to do, so at least I can get to sleep before he comes up. I don’t want him trying his luck tonight that is for sure. I wouldn’t feel a thing!

John:

Seeing her and her reaction, I was seething. I was angry with her for the unfaithful acts and seeing her exposed that nerve. I was angry with myself for how turned on I was by the whole charade.

About twenty minutes passed then I heard the shower on and then she didn’t reappear. I sneaked up and recovered the GoPro while she slept. I had to have a quick view of the contents. She came into the bedroom and carefully shut the door – she stripped and slipped a towel around her shoulder before sitting back on the bed and letting it fall loose.

I guessed what came next before it did. She masturbated furiously with her fingers on her clit and a deodorant can mashed up her pussy. I could hear how wet it was and when she withdrew it, it was covered in gooey white liquid, I guess a mix of the two of them.

I watched this video three times and having printed off my favourite shot of her naked body, shot my own, surprisingly large load all over the picture. Tomorrow night would be revealing one.

Samantha:

What a way to start the day. First I can’t get my phone to work and now I can’t lay my hands on my iPad. Where did I have it last?

John is being a darling. He has shipped the kids tonight so we can have a night in with a pizza and movie. I’m still shattered from last night so a quiet one is probably a great idea. Keep the ship steady Samantha.

Bloody phone.

John:

Amazing what a little interference with a SIM card can do to a phone. I know it will be out of action for a few hours at least until she fixes it so I have time to sort things for tonight.

A few messages had all three guys teed up and I made sure they knew to keep quiet on text for the rest of the day as ‘we’ would be seeing me off. Again, all messages were copied and then deleted.

Samantha:

6pm, time for home. It’s been pretty peaceful without the phone to be honest. I’ve caught up at the desk and can pick it back up on the way home.

I’m looking forward to tonight. Some good food and a movie. Just the thing.

John:

Everything is set, and now to execute. Samantha got in about 630pm and I had run her a bath, candles, bubbles the lot. Glass of champagne on the side, including a little something to relax her a little further.

She shouted her thanks from the bathroom and I left her for half an hour to soak. As she came out from the bathroom I was waiting in the bedroom, ready to give her a rubdown with some oils and had a couple of the scented candles in the room lit. She looked a little sheepish and drowsy, but I reassured her I was just being kind and after a massage would put the dinner on.

My cock was straining at the sight of her naked body face down on the bed and revealed to me, knowing how many cocks were now using her. I began the rub down and as she drifted away into sleep, attached the soft clip on ties to ankles and wrists, lifted her middle gently up before sliding a pillow under to push her ass into the air.

Then I started the GoPro coverage. Not one camera, but five, covered the whole room and the bathroom. I had stocked her bedside table with lube and dildos and left it open a little so they could be seen. I then began to rouse her, gently being more and more insistent with my hands. I let a finger trail down her ass crack, carrying with it some lube and oils.

She was ready.

Samantha:

I must have been tired as that glass of champagne really knocked me out and even John’s hands felt good. Waking up slowly after what felt like a short but very powerful nap the fucker had me strapped to the bed!!

‘John, what are you doing?’ I moaned as I came around. ‘I’m not in the mood’

‘Oh I think you soon will be’ and with that he slipped a blindfold on me. The last thing I saw was the bedside clock reading 7.55pm. I hadn’t been out for long. I wasn’t overly worried by this. John was trying, but I’d had two baths since seeing Jason. So far at least John hadn’t picked up anything different about me.

Let him have his way I suppose and then get the pizza and some peace. I suppose I did leave him hanging yesterday. Feels like he wants my ass with the pillow being where it is. After the other guys, being buggered by my husbands’ 6″ standard will be easy.

Sure enough, he is oiling my butthole and plenty of it too. Good boy, you are learning. I think I could manage him dry nowadays, but best to go through the motions eh? There is something pressing at my opening – oh God it’s a dildo, no a butt plug. Oh, mid-size I think. I dutifully make some groaning noises as if it is difficult to take. Pretty easy really but he can’t know that. That actually feels great in there. I’m even getting wet.

Wait, he has stopped. What’s happening? ‘John??’ and then I feel a ball gag being fitted. Shit he is getting kinky tonight…

Hang on, he has gone. What the fuck is going on?

John:

Just before eight. Everything set and now to make myself reasonably scarce and just watch from the Wi-Fi coverage that I have set up.

Sure enough, first to arrive is Mark. A little line of petals leads him upstairs. He walks up and I see him on the camera enter the bedroom and see my wife lying there, hand tied above her head and to the bed, legs rudely splayed and ass in the air. It clearly never entered his head that this was for anyone but him the arrogant fuck.

‘You dirty married whore – I like what you have done with the place. And my you are ready. Did you convince Sophie to join us? Or is that too short notice?’

All the while he was stripping and she was moaning in a slightly panicky way.

Samantha:

John has gone, but wait – that sounds like Mark’s voice. Oh my God, what is happening? Has John set this up. I’m trying to tell Mark but he doesn’t want to hear. He slides a digit into my soaking pussy then starts to partly withdraw the butt plug before plunging it back in. I want to scream at him but my body is betraying me. This is too fucked up for words.

I start to feel the warmth and weight of his body on top of me, and I can feel the huge erection resting on my butt cheeks. With a pull the plug is out and in an instant his cock enters me. As is my modus operandi now, once the action starts, I simply forget I’m married – I just want to get fucked.

Mark is pistoning in and out of my ass like a man possessed. He is abusing my ass and my mind, reminding me this scene is taking place on the marital bed, until now off limits to my lovers. Wait a second, why did he mention Sophie? Never mind. Christ this feels fucking great.

John:

I can’t believe this. In 36 hours my understanding of my wife has completely been turned on its head. Yesterday she was aloof and slightly distant, apparently not interested in sex. There she is now, surely knowing I can see all of this, being butt-fucked by some younger guy with a thick cock. I know I set this up but this scene is insane!

He barely even spoke to her before he started raping her ass and she just seemed to acquiesce. My head is doing somersaults at the sight of it, partly I want to rush in and weigh in to both of them, but all the time my rock hard erection betrays how much this situation is turning me on. Am I really a cuckold now, a man who gets off on his wife fucking other guys?

Here is the next one. I recognise Ben from his Facebook profile on her page. He seems unaware he isn’t the only visitor and he’s almost at the bedroom – this could really get interesting now.

Samantha:

Mark didn’t bother to remove the gag. He’s obviously getting off on the restraint thing. A few pretty heavy slaps have been landed on my ass making it burn. This is definitely his thing.

Then I hear mocking laughter – at first I think it must be John, but then I hear Ben’s voice.

‘Don’t tell me this slut is getting it from you too Marky boy? Fuck, I should have guessed a horn dog like you would have been having a rattle here. You dirty bastard. Not enough for you at the sports club, so you have to look at work too?’

‘Fuck off Ben. You playing the nice engaged one, all the time fucking this slut. Still doing that broad from the diner too I suppose, a little bit of rough to compensate for the stiff one at home? What say we show this slut what damage two big cocks can do to a girl eh? She doesn’t say no to anything, but then you know that already I guess’

Ben was already just about naked. He didn’t need to answer and just went to the head of the bed, grabbed a bunch of Samantha’s hair before removing the gag and ramming his flaccid cock at her mouth. I guessed this was the first time she had taken multiple cocks in one go and judging by the way she was flailing around, she was loving it.

As soon as he was hard he started to untie her and got onto the bed with them, she was free to run if she wanted but that thought never entered her head for sure.

Samantha:

This was a dream come true. I couldn’t believe these two knew each other. Bloody sports – of course. The mess that would surely follow was probably inevitable, but it would wait for now. With Ben on his back I wriggled free from Mark just for a moment, allowing me to straddle Ben and slide my sopping, slack pussy over that beautiful big cock of his. I leaned forward and sank into a huge kiss as his huge arms swallowed me up.

Leaning forward offered my abused ass to Mark once more and he wasted no time taking his place back. I was already so stretched out and sodden with my juices that my ass offered little resistance even with my pussy stuffed to the brim. My God I was so full – my first DP! 16″ or more of thick hard cock filled my pussy and ass. It felt incredible. My juices pumped out soaking all of us. I could not control myself and seemed to cum constantly.

John:

If I was hoping for a punch up between jealous lovers, then I got that wrong didn’t I? Shit man, they are ravaging her. She is like a rag doll in there. I don’t feel protective at all. It strikes me this is the real her, not the woman I know. It enters my head that I will never satisfy her again. I’m so turned on by the sight that I’m embarrassed. But this surely means my choice is to accept this is the way we go from now on, or we split. I make two more calls and go back to watching the action.

Samantha:

I’m flipped onto all fours now and the cock that has spent the last 15 minutes reaming my fortunately freshly bathed ass is now forcing its way into my mouth – I can taste ass and sex and sweat and I love every filthy thought of it. Behind me Ben is pushing his big headed cock into my pussy and then withdrawing it and sliding it up and down my ass crack. His thumb goes up my ass first as every hole is now filled. This is the most sensory overloaded thing I have ever done.

At this moment, despite my infidelity now certainly known to my loving husband, I was in ecstasy. I couldn’t focus on a single thing beyond the fact I was now nothing but a vessel for my two lovers to grab their satisfaction and in reality this was the very embodiment of the true slut I actually am. It was difficult to imagine how this could get any better…

John:

I saw the sweep of headlights across the front of the house. I’d left my car off the drive deliberately. The other car pulled up onto the drive next to Samantha’s and per the message, the driver let themselves in. Heavy footsteps headed up the stairs towards the bacchanalian scene that I was witnessing.

Glued to the cameras as the door of the bedroom opened and was filled with a huge specimen of a man filled the doorway – this was Jason and one thing I hadn’t figured on was that he was black! Shit, not only was my wife a total slut for cock, but she was a slut for BBC – this was a total curveball that I hadn’t anticipated.

I glanced back at another shot that showed my wife totally out of it with two guys spit-roasting her, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and bodily fluids. In two seconds time, Jason would present himself to them.

Samantha:

It would be an understatement to say I was lost in the feelings I was experiencing. Sex with more than one guy was definitely something that was going to stay on my agenda. It made sense I guess that if I liked taking cock so much, then taking more than one would be even better. And my word, it is so much better.

Suddenly I was aware that Mark and Ben had eased up with their fucking. Was it the big finale already? Opening my eyes, I saw that neither was looking at me. I followed their eyes to the door and there stood Jason half undressed, taking in the situation in front of him. What on earth was he doing here? There was no time to figure this one just now.

‘I knew you were a slut Samantha, but even I didn’t realise how much of a one you were. You weren’t joking when you said it would be something different tonight.’

John:

Clearly Jason didn’t quite know how to react to finding his slut wife lover in bed with other men. I thought at first he was going to turn and leave, as they all contemplated the moment in silence.

Then I heard the door go again. And a girls’ voice.

Jason was the first to speak. ‘More company eh. Sounds like you might have some female back up slut.’ Then he shouted out ‘Just come straight up… it’s fine, Sam is up here.’

Looking at the monitor I could see a slightly bemused petite brunette, obviously a little unsure of the situation, throw her coat over the banister rail and head up the stairs, checking herself in the mirror as she did so. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw this spectacular sized and now shirtless black guy in the doorway to the bedroom. She spluttered something nonsensical, a mix of trepidation and shyness at the situation and sight.

‘Sophie?’ exclaimed my wife from the bedroom, loud enough for the girl to hear. I could see Sophie more clearly now. I proper little thirty-something pocket rocket, slim and with a tiny boys’ ass, but with a decent pair of tits by the look of her stretched tight fitting jumper, a trim shoulder length haircut topping it all off and it was clear from the make-up and dress that she had made an effort. Obviously she looked up to Samantha and was looking to impress her tonight.

‘Don’t worry Sophie’ said Jason holding out a hand, smiling and introducing himself ‘I’m Jason, come on in Samantha is just in here. I think she has a bit of a surprise for you…’

Samantha:

Fuck, it is Sophie from my office. This can’t be happening. This is so embarrassing.

But then the guys fucking me grab me and hold me tight. Ben stuffs his cock straight back up inside my pussy making me gasp loudly – ‘fuuuucckkkk’ I exhale.

Mark is grinning and whispers ‘Well done slut. I fancied a crack at the hot little thing since the day I saw her at your place’.

John:

Jason had his arm around Sophie’s shoulder as he led her into the room. Her face was a picture as she saw the bed in front of her, her boss naked and being fucked by not just one but two large cocked lovers.

‘Now I have just walked in on the same scene Sophie. Same as you. We have two choices as I see it. We can turn and go, or we can seize the moment and enjoy something that many people fantasise about but haven’t the courage to experience. Looking at you, I suggest that you are someone who hasn’t done this but my, you are too damn hot not to like fucking.’

As he said this he was gently pulling her sweater from her skirt and rubbing his huge hands over her ass, taking a chance on the fact that the girl hadn’t instantly taken flight as a sign she was more than interested. A finger went under the tiny mini skirt she had on and down her ass crack, I guess finding an already damp pussy.

Sophie’s head instantly tilted back, her eyes partly closed with the sudden pleasure. Jason bent down and kissed her hard. He came up and although it probably wasn’t necessary, simply muttered ‘Samantha is a dirty slut for cock, and I guess she has brought us all here tonight to try something different. And Sophie, I think you will fit in just fine.’ And with that he slid her jumper over her head, revealing those fabulous tits.

Samantha:

For few seconds after my young colleague walked in I tried to cover myself, for what reason I don’t know. It was faintly ridiculous to think anything I could have done could have hidden what I was doing. I was a dishevelled whore being fucked by two big cocks.

My instinct thereafter was to be indignant at this gorgeous girl being handled by MY lover Jason. But who was I kidding? I wasn’t in charge here, not by a long way. And in reality, wasn’t that what I loved about this – the daring, the wickedness, the sordid behaviour as my inner slut took over and I got fucked mercilessly by any number of lovers?

I found myself staring at the seduction taking place a couple of feet away from the bed. Jason in an instant had totally overwhelmed her. I could see his huge thick black fingers forcing their way into Sophie’s soaking cunt. A cunt, and that is what it would be to these guys, that I knew now would be as stretched and ruined as my own by the end of this night.

She was fumbling with his belt and zipper and then I watched as he pushed her to her knees for the unveiling of that magnificent cock. His trousers were already straining as he grew. Her eyes bulged and then it appeared. She had just seen two big cocks ramming in and out of me, but this was a different league. The other two guys laughed at the sight, still confident that they didn’t disappoint.

‘Fuck man, typical black guy eh! Man you will destroy her with that’ laughed Mark, knowing fine well that he hoped exactly that would take place. ‘Fuck her with that thing and I’m just sticking to her ass!’ – Sophie could be in no doubt what was in store for her now. As if in a trance, she took his hardening cock in her mouth, but that BBC was just too big for anything meaningful and just the head obscenely filled her mouth.

Jason stood her up and spun her around to face the bed, lewdly mauling her tits from behind as he did so. She was now closer than ever to the three of us fucking on the bed. ‘Now, now, don’t be so rude Sophie. First you should extend this pleasure to our host’, he said, and with whoops and hollers from the guys I was spun around so my legs were toward the end of the bed and I was on my back. Sophie starred at my naked fucked body, her own beautiful smooth frame so perfect in front of me.

She was pushed forward by my black God, and fell on top of me. ‘Now give her a big thank you kiss for inviting you to your bosses’ house’ he laughed, but not in total jest. She kissed me. Hard. On the lips. She felt soft and warm. My resistance lasted half a second. I had never even kissed a girl, never mind been entwined around a naked one. My hands swept around to her ass, pulling her in up and into me. It felt reassuring and supportive to have another woman there, another woman who would be fucked the way I was, and showed all the signs of loving it the same way I did.

While we buried each other in the kiss, I held open her ass cheeks and stole a glance at Jason who was still stood behind her. The tips of my middle fingers just touched her pussy lips and I could feel their wetness. Displaying her to him I broke from the kiss and said, ‘You like? Then please fuck her for me’.

‘Oh I will slut – but first she needs to see what a slut looks like close up.’ And with that he gently grabbed her hair and dragged her down my body until she was hovering above my abused pussy. ‘Now Sophie. Take a good look at what big cocks do to a pussy and ass. What do you see?’

Her fingers came up and gently touched my pussy, tracing around the distended hole and swollen lips. She grazed my clit and my hips shot up. Mark grabbed my ankles and rudely pulled my legs back up – ‘Look at that asshole that me and my buddy here have ripped up already’. At that same moment Jason gently pushed her face closer.

‘Fuck Samantha that is so nasty – you are totally open – and oh my God have they been fucking your ass too…?!’ she gasped incredulously. I could feel her breath so very close to my pussy and then her mouth was on my sopping slit and she was licking me, rimming both of my abused holes, moaning and giving a running commentary as to how they looked, tasted, felt.

This was unbelievable. They say every girl has wondered about other women, but honestly it didn’t feature high on my list. On the basis of how having my cunt sucked, probed and licked by this horny co-worker, it was rocketing up that fantasy list pretty damn quickly.

That was the catalyst for it all to get going again. Mark swung his dick towards my mouth and I took its slightly semi hard shape in willingly, preparing it for fucking one of our holes. Ben pushed his rock hard cock towards me too, at the same time mauling my rock hard 34B tits.

Jason lined up his huge black dick behind poor Sophie and fairly unceremoniously shoved it into her. She must have been dripping to take that huge thing without a scream. Her cunnilingus stopped for a mere second or two to allow a gentle moan of appreciation out as 10″ of thick black cock reamed her young pussy. It served only to push her harder into me as my pleasure increased still further.

John:

Fuck, I couldn’t have planned this better if I had tried. In my wildest dreams I didn’t imagine this. I had just watched my 42-year-old wife go bi with her hot young work colleague. I had witnessed her DP’d and I was pretty sure I was about to see her take a huge black cock.

My emotions were all over the place. I hated them all on one hand, then on the other was more turned on by and proud of my hotwife than I could ever have imagined. My cock was rock solid but I couldn’t quite bring myself to masturbate just yet.

A few minutes elapsed then Ben pulled his dick from my wife and thrust it into Sophie’s face in the process sliding it across the top of my wife’s shaven pussy. Sophie took it into her mouth for a moment or two then went back to the pussy licking.

‘You guys take a turn with this hot bitch, but don’t cum in her just yet. I want to fuck this special slut on the bed here for a while.’ Samantha’s face broke into a huge smile at the prospect of this black cock.

Sophie was on all fours in a classic spit roast, Mark pounding her pussy from behind, Ben being sucked off on his own back. Mark thrust away for a couple of minutes, then reached for the oil and started to lube the young woman – running a large dribble down her upturned ass crack, Sophie must have known what was coming next…

Jason left Samantha where she was and simply mounted her in a classic missionary position. ‘Damn slut, those boys worked you over real well. I’m slipping in there nice and easy. I’m definitely gonna have to use that ass of yours today if I want to get off’.

She takes that thing up her ass…?! My god that would ruin her back there! But the look on Sam’s face wasn’t one of fear. It was almost like she expected it. The dirty bitch had clearly done it before. No question about it. Now I couldn’t wait to see it for myself despite the inner torment I felt.

And then I was aware I wasn’t on my own in my room, watching what was going on. ‘I followed the trail of breadcrumbs to your door – it was you who texted me wasn’t it?’ concluded the drop-dead, gorgeous blond that now filled the doorway to the room.

It was Jason’s wife – I recognised her from the school run. A well-toned and well-groomed early 30’s hotwife if ever I had seen one. She came across as a bit aloof in passing day to day, and rarely did she conjure a smile for anyone. But here she was, with a half a grin across her face looking at me, I in turn not wishing to turn away from the unbelievable action on the screen, but turn away I did to stutter a reply of sorts.

My opener should have been strong, indignant and outraged, but instead I stood up and barely could mutter ‘Your husband has…is…fucking my wife. Right now. Upstairs. In my marital bed. Mind he isn’t the only one. Do you want to see…?’ I stammered, gently indicating the screens in front of me on the desk.

I guess at this moment I expected her to flip. She walked over to the screen and took a look.

‘Your wife is the blonde one yes? I know her. Always giving me bitchy looks. Well it looks as though I know why now. Jason will take it out on her that’s for sure. She’s a horny fucktoy by the looks of things and not bad looking for an old thing eh? Has he fucked the pretty little ‘schoolgirl’ yet? She looks like she is loving that double team thing. Very enthusiastic.’

I was shocked. ‘So you know about him, them then?’

‘Not her specifically, but I know he fucks anything pretty he can get his hands on. Doesn’t surprise me one bit. What do you expect with a cock like that – once he lets them know how hung he is, every woman wants to have a try. Don’t be surprised honey – it sort of turns me on and let’s say, he doesn’t check where I am too often in return.’ She then screwed her face up slightly and continued.

‘It looks like he is going to ream your wife’s ass any moment now. Can you imagine taking that up your back passage? I love it in my pussy, but that he can keep for his sluts. That’s fucking hot – look he is lining it up – she is sopping wet back there. Shiiitttt…!!’

And at that moment Jason began to shove his huge black cock into my wife’s distended ass. She flinched a little, closed her eyes and began to accept this monster into her ass. Meanwhile his wife was pushing her fingers into her knickers and gasping madly.

She turned to me suddenly and said in terms that left no room for doubt or argument ‘If you have a cock in there and you want to use it, fuck me now and give me a load while we watch those cheating fuckers do it to each other.’

This was an opportunity not to waste. She bent forward and presented her perfect ass towards me. My cock was ready to burst. This was going to be nothing more than a fast hard fuck. I knew that for sure. I lined it up and in one firm push my cock slipped up her sopping wet but remarkably tight pussy. I was now cheating on my wife with an uber-babe, while in turn watching our spouses have anal sex on a screen.

We probably lasted four or five minutes at that rate. Her large tits were hanging down, her ass not even a slight ripple so firm it was. Her pussy was totally shaved and her skin buffed and flawless. She was gorgeous. With the hours of excitement, I had watched develop already, my balls were ready to burst they were so full of cum. She brought herself off with some rapid fingering while I pounded her from behind. All the time her gaze never left the screen. She muttered obscenities throughout, goading her husband to fuck Samantha hard, to ruin her, to make her cum harder. She was really getting off on this.

Minutes later I shot what was a huge load deep into her. She reached back and held me in, not that I wanted to pull out ever again. As I began to withdraw, she didn’t let a drop spill out and just got up and walked out of the room.

Next thing I knew she was on the screen and walking towards my wife. Jason looked startled to see his wife there, just-fucked and now joining in with the action. I heard her on the mic say ‘I’ve something for you, you cheating bitch.’ She straddled the bed, still naked and dropped her sopping wet pussy onto my wife’s mouth.

‘Lick my pussy slut’ she demanded. ‘I bet you love the taste of cum don’t you. Even your husbands…’ And with that she lifted up slowly about 6″ from Samantha’s now sodden face. She then let the cum from my load slide down into Sam’s mouth. ‘A present for you bitch.’ And with that she crushed her pussy, now swimming in pussy juice and cum, back down onto my wife’s mouth.

Samantha:

The first I knew about it was the pause in the ass fucking I was getting from the huge cock buried inside me. Then a woman’s voice but not my sexy young co-worker – I just didn’t have time to register who it was or what she said. All I saw was a perfect ass descending towards my face and heard some mumbling voices, with lots of ‘Fuck yeah!’ type whooping as I instinctively opened my mouth ready for another round of pussy licking, with a woman who I hadn’t even properly seen. Just a few minutes earlier I had enjoyed (and enjoy it I had) my first sexual encounter with another girl and now I was about to do something much dirtier with another.

Then something splattered into my mouth, a taste I knew all too well – cum, male cum and lots and lots of it. Delicious! Tinged with pussy juice and swear it was even better. At that moment I never even wondered whose it was or how she had gotten in. I was past that now.

This gorgeous creature was grinding on my face with her perfectly smooth pussy, my nose brushing her fragrant asshole, nudging at the tiny opening as if she intended it. In a couple of minutes, she was shuddering as she came, my hands pulling open her butt cheeks and me hungrily devouring her slit as far as I could reach in both directions.

As she came hard and rolled away I suddenly caught sight of who it was! Shit it was Jason’s wife – I recognised her from the school run. Instantly I realised things were cool with this situation, it must have been their thing, and it must have been an earlier load of Jason’s that I had taken so willingly.

How perfectly naughty though, to have taken the wife while her husband wrecked my tightest hole?

‘Well done slut’ she said to me as she moved to stand ‘not a bad pussy licker too. Finish your fun here and then pack a bag. Jason, bring her home with you. We have guests this weekend and I think she will be perfect to entertain them’. Jason nodded dumbly, and as his wife disdainfully wiped her hand over him as she left the room naked, he just rammed his huge dick back into my ass, balls deep and making me screw my eyes shut as he bottomed out.

John:

The beautiful blonde walked back into my hiding space. She picked up the conversation as if we were stood at the school gate or across the driveway, despite the fact she was totally naked.

‘I’ve told your wife to leave with Jason tonight. She will be staying with us for the weekend. She will be sent back when we are done with her – I can’t tell you when that might be – depends how much she can take.’

‘What are you going to do with her…’ I said with some trepidation. Somewhere in amongst all this I still cared for her, her safety and wellbeing. On the other hand, I felt a cold streak that wanted the slut working over and punishing. The conflict was huge inside me.

‘Jason’s got some of his mates coming to stay. I want her to service them as they want. I see the way they look at me, but I won’t let those all those black guys use me up the way they want to. Jason’s enough for me when I want big cock and I don’t want to end up all slack and worn out like that bitch in there will be if she keeps fucking around like that.’

‘I’m not sure – what will they do to her?’ was the dumb-ass comment I came out with. For fucks sake, I knew what a bunch of horny black guys would do with my wife.

‘She will be safe. She will be ruined by them if she wants to. And don’t worry. I’ll take pictures and send you them as the weekend progresses. You can see what she is up to.’

With that she walked right up to me, put a huge kiss on my lips and reached down for my cock. It was already rock hard again. She began to stroke it up and down. My hands found her breasts, and the embrace became more passionate.

‘And before I go, why don’t we just enjoy one more fuck while watching these guys turn those sluts in there inside out?’ With that she pushed me into the seat and with back facing me, lowered herself onto my cock. This wasn’t hard and fast – this was slow and deliberate. I was able and allowed to use my hands to reach around and play with her tits, her clit, to roam around on this perfect body. All the time we were doing this she gave me a running commentary on what was turning her on in front of her eyes.

By now Sophie was being double penetrated by the two white guys, and Jason had my wife pressed up against them on all four as he rammed his cock into her ass with a fury that gave some hint of what she would be expected to take this weekend.

I could feel the wetness flooding out of the blond on my lap as gradually some of her dialogue turned to ourselves and what she was feeling. ‘God that is hitting the spot – it’s good not to feel just totally stretched – yes, so good, so fucking good…’ and with that she clamped my hand onto her clit with her own and shuddered to another sodden wet orgasm.

She quickly dismounted and I figured this hard-faced beauty was done with me, but not so. She dropped straight onto my cock, licking and sucking it all over, vigorously using her hand to bring me close, the other doing something I’d never experienced and a finger teasing my asshole. My cum was quick and draining as I filled her mouth with a surprisingly decent second load.

‘Mmm – That was good’ she smacked with a cheeky smile on her face. ‘Listen, if you want, I can call again if you fancy it? Call me?’ It was a question not a demand. My answer was a most definite ‘Yes!’. What was not to say yes too. Horny wife of my wife’s lover wants ‘normal’ cock shocker. And to be honest I would have paid to just look at her naked, never mind get to touch and play.

And with that she dressed and left.

My attention returned to the action on the screen.

Samantha:

The noises Sophie was making as she got worked over by the guys were incredible. I knew what she was feeling if this was the first time she had been big-cock fucked like this. It was a sort of delirium that takes over. The orgasms and sensations are not like any other. They cease to be one moment of ecstasy and merge into a haze of the most incredible pleasure.

The guys had been amazing – their staying power was like a sort of competition between them to fuck us both senseless but not take themselves over the edge. But I guess they could last no longer in the end and one of them announced that it was time to ‘Give these sluts the loads!’ It was Jason who spoke next.