For some reason six months after our second child was born my wife Eleanor Wilton, nee Tompkins, got more adventurous. At that time we had been married seven years and both of us were 29. I was head-over-heels in love with her, and given the way that she treated me I would be surprised if she didn’t view me the same way.
Every night before we fell asleep — whether or not we had had sex that night (60% of the time we did) — as we lay in naked splendor she would put her nose to mine and say “I love you with all my heart, body, and soul.”
I would kiss her tenderly and say “I love you more!”
She’d smile, kiss me, and then usually bury her head in my shoulder, or if it had been a rough day for her would turn her back to me and say “Prove it Cameron,” which meant that she needed a back and shoulder massage for no more ten minutes, which I was happy to provide. She was usually asleep after five minutes of purring.
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Back to Eleanor’s enhanced audaciousness: while many of the things she became more daring about were not surprising, what did amaze me was how sexually intrepid she became. Some of it was new positions and role playing in our house — her favorite was when she was the naughty maid and I punished her by moving her naked body onto my lap while I was sitting on the edge of the bed (this position often called “the chairman”). In that position as she bounced up and down I moved my pelvis in delicious asynchronicity while mauling her tits until I could sense her about to cum. Then I would move one hand off a tit and flick her clit, while I pinched a nipple with the other hand. She usually came like a tsunami which caused her pussy to clamp down on my cock so hard that I shot what seemed like a pint of cum into her.
She also loved it when she pretended to be a damsel at my mercy and pleaded with me not to ravage her and take her virginity while I tied her to the headboard of our bed in the doggy position and then licked and fingered her until she begged me to stop usually followed by “Take me if you must, you animal!” This also always resulted in an over-the-top climax for both of us.
Eleanor’s enhanced sexual boldness wasn’t limited to our house — not by a long shot. We did it in our SUV (with the back seats down and a thin covering over them) while parked in the lot of a grocery store about noon on a Saturday; in the middle of the woods where I simply bent her over a fallen log; after we had a fake hotel bar scene where she pretended to be a hooker and I picked her up as her John for the night and brought her up to my hotel room; and beneath the bleachers at one of the local High School’s football game.
After we had been doing this for more than a year she started giving me “quests” in various venues where I would have to follow her instructions and it would ultimate lead me to fucking her doggy style (our favorite position after “the chairman”). Eleanor is a very smart, creative, woman. Since we both wanted our kids to have a normal home life and since I was a tech wizard and made big bucks at an early age, there was no reason for her to work outside the home. While in addition to caring for our kids she did volunteer work using her significant artistic skills (she was a great graphic artist when she worked until the age of 29), given her efficiency and time at home she dreamt up some of the most unreal and exciting quests you could image.
Three years after the birth of our second child I was one very, very happy camper, more sexually satisfied than any man had a right to be. Since my kids were great, and fun, since we had a cadre of good friends, since both sets of parents were pleasant and accommodating but not demanding, and since I liked my job in addition to making big bucks, 99% of people would say that I had an ideal life.
In fact, I considered myself to have an ideal life even though there was one issue that was a source of irritation. That “issue” was Eleanor’s younger sister Juliette.
Eleanor and Juliette couldn’t have looked more alike, but been more different.
Both sisters were brunettes with natural auburn highlights, wore their hair shoulder length, and had faces similar enough (although I could easily tell the difference and thought that Eleanor was better looking, and Juliette’s eyes were a more intense blue than Eleanor’s) that strangers often mistook them for twins. Neither wore glasses or contacts. They both were five feet six inches (1.7 m) tall and about 125 pounds (57 kg) with Juliette probably a couple of pounds heavier since she had bigger tits. Their bubble butts with sculptured thighs and calves were probably even more similar than their faces. If they had on the same bikini even I couldn’t tell the difference from the rear.
[Another thing worthy of mention is that both sisters come by their good looks honestly. Their mother Samantha — only twenty years older than Eleanor — is an older, even larger-titted version of Juliette, with a couple of extra pounds on her hips, but not many. If Eleanor is as good looking as Samantha is in twenty years I’ll be one happy fella.]
How they were different was in almost every other way. Eleanor is intelligent; Juliette may have underlying smarts but is outwardly ditzy. Eleanor is self-confident; Juliette is diffident. Eleanor is organized; Juliette is careless. Eleanor handles money well; I doubt that Juliette even knows what the word “budget” means. Eleanor is neat; Juliette is untidy. Eleanor is a great judge of character; Juliette seems to attract near-creeps.
They do have three things in common besides their appearance. They both are curious, friendly, and outgoing.
I don’t want to give the impression that I don’t like Juliette, because I do. It’s just that Eleanor has to spend much more emotional energy to help Juliette out than I like, and at least on three separate occasions every week Eleanor insists on sitting me down and telling me “The Travails of Juliette,” and since I hate daytime soap operas it’s like fingernails on a blackboard to me.
I never say anything bad about Juliette to Eleanor. Eleanor is very protective of Juliette and loves her to pieces. The one time when I was young and foolish that I did just accurately point out some of Juliette’s shortcomings Eleanor went ballistic. I never made that mistake again.
Juliette’s major issue before the seminal part of this story when Eleanor was 31 (almost 32) and Juliette 27 was a failure to get pregnant. Juliette is married to a guy named Darren who to me has the personality of a wet noddle. While he is reasonably slim and good looking (we don’t look alike but we both have blond hair and blue eyes) in my opinion if Juliette simply reigned in her ditziness a little bit she could do much better. At least Darren isn’t an asshole or wife beater; Eleanor would insist that I kill him if he was.
Anyway at this point in time for three weeks in a row Eleanor was bemoaning Juliette’s inability to get pregnant despite being off the pill and trying hard for the previous six months. Some of the issues were: did Darren have a low sperm count (he refused to get tested); did Juliette have something wrong with her female parts (I tried to think of anything else while details of this were forthcoming from Eleanor wishing that I could put my hands over my ears and sing “la, la, la, no, no, no, TMI, TMI, TMI); were they not doing it right; was Juliette too anxious, did they need a change in venue to enhance excitement; were Juliette’s calculations of her fertile times off; etc., etc., etc.
Not only did Eleanor freak me out with this banter she seemed to expect me to come up with some genius solution at one point even saying “You’re really a fertile guy since you got me pregnant both times within six weeks after I went off the pill, maybe you could talk Darren into getting tested.”
This is where I had had enough. “Not my problem, don’t expect anything from me except sympathy for Juliette’s plight.”
That was followed up by “Well maybe you can take Juliette to lunch and just sympathize with her, then, so that she knows that you care.”
After that statement Eleanor swiftly stripped, then went after me like a panther in heat, and after she rode me reverse cowgirl while simultaneously sucking my testicles (she’s very, very limber), I was “forced” to agree.
Despite the fact that Juliette is a beautiful and sexy woman, the luncheon was painful for me. She seemed to get something out of it, however, since when we parted she gave me a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of my bicep and said “Thank you for listening Cameron Wilton; you’re such a good man, husband, and father. You really helped me come to a conclusion.”
I kissed her cheek and said “Glad that I could help,” although I had no fucking clue how I had helped her or what she was talking about.
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The next time that we had the opportunity for another of my “quests” was on a Saturday about ten days after my lunch with Juliette. We went with Eleanor’s parents Frank and Samantha to a secluded cabin in the woods on a lake. We had rented the cabin just for the day and night, to return home late Sunday afternoon. Just before my in-laws took the kids down to the lake to swim Samantha handed me an envelope “For Cameron from Eleanor.” I hadn’t seen Eleanor for about a half hour so I knew that this was my quest, and smiled at my mother-in-law, and she grinned back.
The envelope had a letter in it and a crude map. “Dear Sir:” the quest letter read: “A local trollop needs to be taught a lesson. As the person with the biggest dick in the kingdom you are tasked with the unpleasant duty of finding her tied up and gagged with a hood over her head at the point marked with an X on the enclosed map. Her tights will have a hole in the appropriate place. You are to penetrate her vagina and give her a real walloping. After that you are to return to your cabin and go swimming or fishing and act like nothing has happened. Good speed loyal cockman!”
I should point out that I do NOT have the biggest dick in the kingdom. I’ve never had any complaints about it but Eleanor’s message was just her way of spinning the yarn to make it exciting.
I followed the map and within five minutes came upon a crude table in the woods, with the “trollop” bent over the table. Just like the note said she was tied in place (I’m sure that the ropes were actually loose, but they did almost look real) with a hood on and with her only lower body garment a pair of brown tights that had a hole about six centimeters in diameter located right where the trollop’s vagina was.
I approached the trollop and first put my hands on her bulbous ass. She sputtered something, but it was clear that either she was gagged under her hood, as the note said, or had intentionally muffled her voice she I couldn’t really make out what she was saying except for perhaps “Please no,” repeated several times and obviously used to gin me up even more.
As I fingered and licked the pussy — it was already moist when I got there and in typical Eleanor fashion got really wet quickly — and occasionally slapped her ass she continued to make unintelligible sounds. The way that she was excitedly reacting to what I was doing really, really turned me on. I dropped my trousers and boxers, lined up my steel hard cock with the hole in her tights, and entered.
Despite the trollop’s wetness, probably because the position she was in, penetration was not quick; it was, however, extremely pleasurable. Once I started sawing in and out I became very excited by the entire scenario and actually got “into” the part I was playing of the largest cockman in the kingdom tasked with pasting a naughty trollop. It certainly helped that the trollop was pulsing her pc muscles and writhing back and forth on the table — I hoped that she wasn’t injuring herself she was so animated, but that was just a fleeting thought and her activities enhanced my desire even more. I could feel the trollop going through a first, and then a second orgasm, while I tried to hold back thinking of baseball. However, the situation and the stimulation by her pussy on my cock were just too amazing, so I came with the roar of a lion. I seemed to spurt three or four more times than normal, probably spurred on even more by the muffled cries of submission coming from the trollop.
I was spent and almost delirious. I gently leaned my upper body on the prone trollop’s back, and just sighed and groaned for several minutes, at the same time listening to the trollop’s own muffled sighs and groans. Suddenly, however, I became acutely aware of something very unusual.
Even on nights when Eleanor and I have sex two or three times, I become flaccid and after a rest of twenty minutes or so she gets me up again. Only once before in my life had I remained hard after ejaculating. This was the second time.
When the trollop’s pussy muscles twitched a few times I realized that there was no doubt that my cock was still rock hard in the trollop’s warm, wet pussy. Proud as punch, and with the little scenario enticing me more, as the largest cockman in the kingdom I considered it my duty to give the trollop another pasting that she would never forget. Slowly at first, and then picking up the pace, I started pistoning in and out of the trollop’s snug, willing, pussy. I do believe that the trollop had another three climaxes before I roared again and deposited what felt like the largest second load of my life into her restless cunt. Again, I almost passed out, and the trollop actually might have because for about twenty seconds I heard no muffled sounds coming from under the hood.
It took me about ten minutes to recover my composure. With my dick finally almost flaccid I extricated it from the well-abused pussy. I partially wiped my dick off on the trollop’s tights, pulled up my boxers and pants, and tried hard to clear my head. The trollop was still moaning and groaning while laid over the table, and I almost went to remove her hood and fake restraints and kiss her — but Eleanor likes her quests followed through to the letter, so I just resolved to wait and passionately kiss her and maul her tits once we both were back at the cabin.
Since I was still disoriented from one of the top five most intense experiences of my life as I stumbled away from the trollop I started to go in the wrong direction. I caught myself after about twenty meters and turned around — but I thought that I saw a flash of color in the woods. The human body garment exhibiting the color almost looked like the color red that Eleanor had on the last time that I saw her, but it quickly disappeared and I thought nothing more about it. As I started on the right path I passed the still prone and moaning trollop, gave her bulbous ass another swat, and then went back to the cabin.
I was truly spent back at the cabin, but I needed something to snap me out of my sexually-induced stupor; so I got on my bathing suit and joined my kids and the in-laws at the beach. My mother-in-law Samantha was in a bikini; it was the first time that I had ever seen her in one, and it was obvious — as Eleanor had previously related — that she had been working out the last year. The high of the mightiest cockman in the kingdom pasting the trollop still in my mind, my cock involuntarily twitched at the site of my mother-in-law. I chastised myself with a silent “Cam, you’re a pervert,” then looked away and fortunately my cock retreated in the cool lake water.
Eleanor showed up about a half hour after I got to the cabin smiling — however I was disappointed that she wasn’t walking bowlegged (ha, ha).
We had a normal rest of the day Saturday. That night in bed I was in no shape for hanky-panky and Eleanor didn’t make a move on me either; I hoped that she had had enough with the six orgasms she had when playing the trollop. Just before we turned the lights off in our room I kissed her and whispered in her ear “You were awesome today babe; that was one of the five best sexual experiences we’ve ever had; thank you so much for your creativity, adventuress attitude, and your exquisite pussy.”
Eleanor smiled, but the smile looked a little cheesy at first. After a few seconds it morphed into her normal happy grin. “I loved it too Cam, especially the hood part. Are you up for another quest tomorrow morning?”
“If you don’t wake me up to service you tonight, you bet,” I chuckled as I turned off the light and snuggled her in the spoon position.
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The next morning about a half hour after Eleanor disappeared someplace and just before the in-laws took the kids for a hike, with a wicked grin my mother-in-law Samantha gave me another envelope. After they left I opened it. The quest letter read:
• “Dear brave and beneficent Lord: A maiden in your kingdom is anxious for you to breed her, but she is too shy to confront you directly. The maiden would also be too nervous if she gazed upon you as you were planting your High Seed in her womb, and she would not want you to recognize her as you wander through your domain. Therefore the maiden has beseeched me to prevail upon your good graces to allow her face to be hooded in a modest cabin in the woods while you insert your sword into her scabbard. Please follow the directions on the enclosed humble map until you find a cabin in the woods, and use the key (also enclosed) to enter and find your fertile maiden awaiting.”
I chuckled as I looked at the map; “Eleanor sure has a way with words and knows how to make things fun.”
The map was easy to follow to a small cabin that I didn’t previously know was there. It was probably less than a kilometer from our rented cabin but it was over a rise and in a thick wood with only a rudimentary earthen path leading to it, so someone in our cabin would never know where it was without the map.
When I entered the small cabin the hooded maiden was on all fours on a thin mattress in a small bed. This time her only lower garment was a pair of yellow tights and the opening for insertion of my “sword” had happy face markings on it, causing me to almost guffaw. For some reason seeing Eleanor’s pussy peeking out of the brown tights yesterday, and yellow tights today, really got my juices flowing.
As I did yesterday I fingered and licked the maiden’s pussy as she emitted only sighs of pleasure that were muffled as they passed through her hood. Once her vagina was suitably moist — it didn’t take much — I slowly inserted my cock through the hole between her moist pussy lips. Just like yesterday it was slow going because she was snug, again probably due to her exact position on the bed.
God it felt great as I reciprocated slowly nine times then quickly once; then eight slow and two fast; and continued with the sequence. She had her first orgasm when I did six slow and four fast, followed almost immediately with her second one when I did five and five. I was so charged up that instead of spanking her bulbous ass like I did yesterday I wanted to latch onto her exquisite honkers for fun and traction. Her upper body garment had an elastic waist band, but I just ran both hands underneath it and grabbed onto her tits. She had a bra on, which I felt around to find was a front clasp one, and while still keeping up my fucking progression I fairly easily undid it and then took possession of the spectacular mounds on her chest.
I was surprised that Eleanor first resisted my tit play, but once I started pinching one nipple and getting a complete handful of the other tit, she seemed to get to an even higher level of ecstasy. I was in the midst of three slow pokes and seven fast ones, resulting in her third climax, when I noticed that something wasn’t right. I was in no position to stop and investigate further at that point, however, so I just kept charging. By the time that I was giving her the first of what were to be ten hard strokes she had a massive orgasm and screamed so loudly that it was almost like the hood didn’t muffle it at all. Her pussy clamped hard on my dick, I roared like a saber toothed tiger, and she dissolved into a whimpering blob of happy protoplasm as I unleashed a torrent of cum as large as my first salvo yesterday.
As the maiden lay moaning, with her head and elbows on the mattress, and I lay gently on her back I started to get some clarity back, since my intense orgasm had temporarily put my mind into a fog. After about five minutes, as my cock was almost flaccid enough to easily withdraw, my mind clicked about what “wasn’t right!”
The tits were too big!
After I completely withdrew I turned the maiden over carefully. She was still at least somewhat in a state of delirium as I completely pulled off her bra and moved her top well above her tits.
Eleanor has what I believe are perky B-cup breasts, and they definitely are east-west. These breasts were not east-west and were asymmetrical, the left one easily a D-cup and the right one a C or C+ cup.
I was in shock as I almost unconsciously played with and examined the tits to make sure that I wasn’t hallucinating. I could feel the maiden gaining cognizance so I slowly but purposefully removed her hood.
The blinking intense blue eyes adjusted to the light and once they stopped blinking I knew immediately who it was — Juliette!
I think that I muttered “What the fuck,” a couple of times while I straddled her, but I wasn’t really able to articulate any coherent sentence. Juliette stared up and me with an expression that was an odd combination of fear and contentment. I think that the first words out of her mouth were “Thank you Cam — that was wonderful.”
Yeah — it was wonderful until I saw who it was. “What the fuck is going on,” was now bouncing around in my head like a pinball.
My memory is hazy about exactly what transpired, but I somehow got out of bed, put my boxers and shorts back on, and stumbled out of the cabin in a daze. I know that Juliette was calling after me, but I have no recollection of what she said, and probably wasn’t listening even as she said it. I aimlessly wandered around in the woods, not even taking note of what direction I was going in, for a good twenty minutes before I sat down on a stump to think.
My brain was muddled but after a while I finally pieced together what I thought happened. Eleanor had tried to solve her sister’s problem by without telling me putting me out to stud. Many emotions stormed through me like the Amazon after a deluge; they included rage, puzzlement, chagrin, a feeling of betrayal, and — unfortunately — lust.
Yes, lust!
I tried hard to put out of my mind how spectacular the activities leading up to the three sperm deposits I made in my sister-in-law’s vagina were; it was hard to do. Sometimes I would think “Most guys would give their left nut for their wife to allow them to fuck something as hot as Juliette,” but then that would be followed by another bout of rage, and a feeling of betrayal.
After a passage of time that my watch said was more than an hour — hard to believe because my mind was so preoccupied — I finally realized that I wasn’t going to figure this out quickly. I was basically lost, but had GPS on my phone so after another thirty minutes or so I found myself back at the cabin.
When I got back to the cabin the family was eating lunch and the kids were happy to see me. Eleanor was white as a ghost, and tried to smile; fortunately she was apprehensive about approaching me because I don’t know if I would have blown my top in front of my kids and in-laws if she did. I ate little — I didn’t have much of an appetite — and then remembered that I had promised to take the kids fishing. As the kids, my father-in-law Frank, and I started walking toward the lake I saw Samantha hurrying into the cabin after Eleanor. Samantha is very perceptive and would want to know why Eleanor was white as a ghost and hadn’t greeted me with a big hug, and I wondered if Eleanor would tell her the real story.
Showing my kids how to fish was a great distraction, especially when my little girl yelled “Daddy, Grandpa, I caught a shark!” It actually was a sunfish, not a shark (ha, ha), but the joy it brought was worth much more than catching a 20 foot Great White. After I distracted my little boy while Frank put a minnow on his hook, the fishing trip was a great success, and we returned to the cabin.
Fortunately, the rest of the time there we were busy with getting packed for the trip back, and even more fortunately Frank and Samantha were travelling with us so Eleanor and I didn’t have to talk about the 800 pound gorilla in the SUV. It was obvious from Samantha’s happy banter that Eleanor had told her everything, and that she was trying to keep things light — which I appreciated.
After we dropped off Frank and Samantha and put the kids to bed Eleanor broached the subject. “I know that you’re upset Cam, but this was really important to Juliette.”
“So that’s the criteria, then, not my feelings,” I snapped.
“Recently Juliette had Darren’s seminal fluid tested without his knowledge and he has a very low sperm count. While it is possible he could conceive a baby, it’s very unlikely; and Juliette and Mom both like you so much that you should be honored that they want you to be the biological father of Juliette’s child.”
“So if it’s such a great honor why didn’t you talk to me about it?” I snapped again.
“We didn’t think that you’d agree,” Eleanor responded, at least having the decency to look a little contrite.
“So instead you decided for me; in actuality it was a rape since Juliette had sex with me without my consent!” I huffed.
Then Eleanor made a big mistake with her next comments.
“Oh don’t be so melodramatic,” she snickered, “millions of married men would love for their wife to consent to them having sex with a hot younger woman.”
I stopped dead in my tracks and stared intently at her. “So I should be happy that I was betrayed by you putting me out to stud without my knowledge; well maybe your next husband will be one of the millions of men happy to have sex with hot young Juliette,” I replied in such a cold manner that Eleanor actually shivered. With that I turned, walked into the guest bedroom, and locked the door.
Eleanor started rapping on the door, not loud enough to wake up the kids, pleading that she was sorry for being so insensitive, and I even heard a few sobs before I turned on the TV in the guest room and put headphones on. I really don’t remember what the people on the TV were droning on about, because my mind was still in turmoil. When I was certain that Eleanor was gone I turned off the TV, stripped, and despite how troubled I was fell into an emotionally exhausted sleep.
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Things were not pleasant around the Wilton household that week. I was sullen, Eleanor was constantly on edge, and we communicated only when necessary for child care or other essential duties. While I didn’t much feel like partying, friends of ours were having a cookout, with kids, Saturday afternoon, so we went there. The hosts also knew Darren and Juliette so they were there too. Juliette looked as nervous as a long tailed cat in a rocking chair factory.
Saturday night Eleanor begged me to come back to the master bedroom to sleep but I told her “I still need some time to process things. I’ll reach some sort of conclusion by the end of the next week.”
That brought a tear to her eye, but she didn’t push it.
Sunday morning Eleanor said “I know that working out helps you think. I’ll take the kids over to Juliette’s house and you can work out to your heart’s content. We’ll be back in about four hours.”
I kissed the kids goodbye, then went upstairs to change into workout clothes. I had just a pair of exercise shorts and a tank top on when the doorbell rang. Barefoot I went downstairs to see who it was. It was Samantha in a short yellow sundress, with makeup on, nervously wringing her hands on her purse.
“Hi Samantha,” I said, trying to force a smile. I had always — at her insistence — called her Samantha since we first met. “What’s up?”
“I…I was wondering…uh…if we could talk for a while; if I wouldn’t be disturbing you?” she stammered.
“About what?” I deadpanned, but then after a few seconds delay put her out of her misery and said “Sure, come right in. Would you like something to drink?”
“I’d like a fifth of bourbon, but lemonade would be just fine,” she said trying to smile.
I got us both lemonades and we sat in chairs next to each other in the kitchen.
Samantha didn’t delay in getting to the point. She, Juliette, and Eleanor were so desperate because Juliette was almost psycho in her desire to have a kid, Darren would likely never get the job done, and they couldn’t afford artificial insemination even if they could do it behind Darren’s back. “As you know I’ve always thought the world of you, Cam, and Juliette does too, and when Eleanor told me about your fun sexual games and quests I suggested the ruse,” she said.
That was news to me; to make sure that I hadn’t misheard I said “You were the one to suggest it?”
“Yes, first to Eleanor, and with Eleanor’s enthusiastic agreement then to Juliette, who cried she was so excited,” Samantha replied.
After she said a few more things — I wasn’t hearing well because her revelation was fucking with my mind — she put her hand on mine and said “Cam, Eleanor, Juliette, and I will do anything to make this right.”
With that my head snapped up. It was almost like something primeval had infiltrated my brain when I stared into her face, noticing the perfectly applied makeup, and at her prodigious tits straining the top of her yellow sundress.
“You’d do anything?” I asked staring into her eyes that were as intensely blue as Juliette’s.
The way I said it took her back some, but after a delay she did nod her head “Yes.”
I pulled her up off of her seat and said “OK; take off your clothes.”
“What!” she exclaimed. “I…I…can’t do that.”
“You said ‘anything;’ now take off your clothes.”
“Uh Cam, please…” she stammered but I interrupted her.
“Not only did you deceive me with the help of your daughters now you’re apparently lying to me; you said ‘anything.’ Now take off your fucking clothes or take the chance of me kicking Eleanor to the curb and telling Darren about your fucking plot!” I shouted.
With her lips quivering Samantha pulled her sundress over her head, revealing a matching purple sheer bra and panty set. “The bra and panties too,” I snarled.
Samantha hesitated before undoing her bra which fell to the floor revealing as nice a pair of tits as probably any fifty year old woman in the world has, and then she pulled down her panties but covered her crotch with her hands.
“Put your hands at your sides; you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, you’re a plasma hot woman,” I snarled, emphasizing the “plasma hot.”
She reluctantly put her hands at her sides while her face turned bright crimson. Then, doing an Incredible Hulk imitation I literally ripped off my tank top and threw it aside while staring into her eyes. Then while continuing my stare I said “Now pull down my shorts and see what your plasma hot body has done to me.”
After a good 30 second hesitation, she approached me, got on her knees, and pulled down my shorts, almost getting hit in the face with my steel hard proudly upstanding cock. She gasped when she saw it, lightly touched it, and then pulled her hand away like she had just touched a rattlesnake.
I pulled her up off her knees, lifted her into my arms, and started carrying her upstairs.
“What are you doing, Cam?” she rhetorically asked as I ascended the stairs two at a time I was so pumped with adrenaline.
“I’m going to fuck you until I rid myself of all of my frustration, anger, and feelings of betrayal, that’s what,” I snarled.
Samantha incantated “No, you can’t; it’s not right…” as I pushed the guest room door open with my foot and then dropped her on the bed.
Samantha knew that resistance was futile since I was eighty pounds heavier than and four times as strong as she was, but I could see her mind working behind her eyes. From the way she lay on the bed it was clear that she was going to try the “limp fish” technique so that it wouldn’t be very enjoyable for me. I laughed to myself “Let’s see how that works for you, bitch,” as I went down on her like a possessed demon.
Samantha didn’t react to all ten of my fingers, my lips, and tongue, abusing every part of her crotch; that is she didn’t react for a full ten seconds. Then the moans and groans started; then she started moving her fingers through my hair; then within two minutes flat from the first time my tongue flicked her clit she had a massive orgasm. I found out that my mother-in-law was a screamer when as she writhed in orgasm she let out a shriek loud enough to wake the dead and almost pulled my hair out at the same time.
I gave Samantha only a few seconds to recover, and then I went after her honeypot again. After her third orgasm she begged me “Please no more; my circuits are fried; I can’t take it;” at least I think that’s what she said, but she was panting and moaning so loudly I couldn’t be sure. In any event my cock was in desperate need of relief, so I backed off, lifted her calves onto my shoulders, and then unceremoniously stuffed my meat into her quivering wet pussy.
I was surprised when by penetration alone Samantha was wracked with yet another orgasm, but I didn’t let up. I pounded her like she was a three dollar whore while at the same time mauling her ponderous mammaries. I was ready to blow faster than at any time since I was a horny teenager, but apparently Samantha was world class when it came to multiple orgasms because as I injected a full load of jism into her pulsating pussy she came again with such ferocity that I’m sure that she scratched the hell out of my back.
As I kept my cock in place in my mother-in-law’s womb while coming down from my sexual nirvana, I was hit by more frequent, and powerful, orgasmic aftershocks than at any other time in my life. That may have been at least partially due to Samantha occasionally squeezing my cock with her pc muscles, and me continuing to fondle the magnificent orbs on her chest. At last I went flaccid and extricated my cock from her honeypot. Then I was the one to be surprised.
I had no sooner pulled my cock out of her warm inviting hole and dropped down next to her on the bed when she turned, shoved my deflated cock into her mouth, and sucked and licked all of the juices off of it while simultaneously massaging my balls. Once my cock was clean and even starting to come to life a little she backed off.
“You’re an animal,” she said while staring up at the ceiling.
“And you’re a fuck for the ages,” I snarled as I held her chin and turned her face toward me and passionately kissed her on the lips.
After a good five minutes of tongue wrestling I backed off; she snarled “Now that you’ve had your way with me, can I please leave?”
“I’m not done with you by a long shot,” I snarled back. “Next on the agenda is fucking those marvels on your chest.” She looked perplexed. “Never had a titty fuck before?” I chuckled.
“I thought that those were fake; only simulated in porn movies,” she snapped back.
“I’m no porn star, but I do enjoy titty fucking and haven’t had one since the last time that Eleanor was pregnant and she went from a B cup to a D,” I chuckled.
I was so excited by the prospect of an awesome titty fuck that my cock was starting to harden as I jumped out of bed, went to the guest washroom, and returned with a tube of lubricant. As Samantha wordlessly looked on I lathered up the valley between her ponderous tits with lubricant. By the time that I completed that pleasant task my cock was hard, so I lubricated it too and then straddled my mother-in-law and inserted my meat between her mounds. “Push your tits together,” I growled. When she complied I started stroking.
I have to say that Samantha’s soft lubricated tits had the perfect amount of turgidity, and I was so charged up by just the concept of fucking my mother-in-law’s tits that I was in ecstasy. When I looked from Samantha’s nipples to her face and saw that her eyes were closed, her lips in an “O,” and that she was enjoying this as much as I was, with a growl I came on her chest and chin. To my further surprise my ejaculation apparently triggered a climax of her own since she screamed, shivered, and went limp.
After languishing a few minutes with my dripping cock still in contact with her tits a great sense of fatigue came over me. I dismounted, laid next to Samantha, and pulled her to me chest-to-chest, not caring that my cum was smashing into my skin along with her nipples. I know that I passed out, and I’m sure that she did too.
It was probably a good half hour before I rallied and got my second (or was it third) wind. I kissed Samantha into awareness. With a half-smile she looked at me and said “I thought it was a myth that a woman can orgasm from a titty fuck, but you sure disproved that stud.”
I smiled, kissed her again, and said “We’re both covered with bodily fluids; let’s shower.”
I hopped out of bed and lifted her still almost limp body up and carried her into the guest bathroom. Fortunately the shower stall is oversized. Once I got the water running lukewarm I helped her into the shower and then lovingly washed her off. She returned the favor washing me off, but spent an inordinate amount of time on my cock and testicles. Her manipulations and my brain stimulation from looking at her consummate body caused my male member to start to salute.
We had barely dried off by the time that I had Samantha on her hands and knees on the guest room bed and was licking and fingering her pussy from behind. She was now past the point of protest, and was mumbling a series of “Oh yeses,” and slightly shaking her bulbous ass back and forth. I had another surprise for her — a small vibrator that I had surreptitiously pulled from the nightstand.
I penetrated Samantha’s moist pussy with my now proud cock and started stroking. She started pulsating her pc muscles while moaning in sync with my inward thrusts. Once I had a good rhythm going I slowly inserted the thin lubricated vibrator into her ass. She complained and tried to expel it at first, but I was buried deep in her pussy and held firmly onto a tit as I inserted the invading object. Once it was in place she stopped fidgeting.
As I stroked, once I could feel her approaching a crescendo, I turned the vibrator on. It was like she had stuck her finger in an electric socket. She spasmed, clamped her pussy on my cock seemingly trying to strangle it, and let out a primordial screech. Once I ejaculated into her, while the vibrator was still energizing both of our sex parts, I felt her go completely limp. At that point I turned the vibrator off and slowly removed it from her asshole, causing her entire pelvic region to involuntarily tremor.
I removed my wilting cock from her fabulous pussy, and then spooned my mother-in-law, gently massaging her tits as I lay next to her.
When I felt Samantha starting to show signs of life, I turned her toward me so that we were face-to-face. She opened her eyes, was able to evoke a exhausted grin, and then said “I hate you, you know.”
“Why is that?” I asked as I played with her hair with one hand, and a nipple with the other.
“How am I ever going to enjoy sex with Frank again after what you did to me today, frying every circuit in my body and brain, and apparently removing my spine?”
“We did have fun, didn’t we?” I grinned.
“Understatement of the decade,” she mumbled under her breath, and then snapped “Bastard,” before kissing me on the lips.
After we lay face-to-face stroking each other a while longer she turned serious. “You are going to forgive Eleanor, Juliette, and me, aren’t you? You promised.”
“I keep my promises,” I said. “In fact if you want we can both go over to Juliette’s right now and tell Eleanor and Juliette that things are back to normal. I’m going to tell them that you convinced me to get things back on track so if they ask you how you did it you better have a ready response — one besides ‘I fucked his brains out.'”
Samantha chuckled at that and replied “OK, I will.” Then she said “I can’t go with you right now; I’ll have to find a mall or park to hide out at for a couple of hours to get rid of what I’m sure is the most obvious ‘just fucked’ look of my life. But you please go,” she encouraged.
We got up, she went downstairs to put her discarded clothes on, I got dressed in a normal outfit, threw my exercise shorts in the wash and my ripped tank top in the garbage, and walked Samantha to the door. As I kissed her goodbye and she kissed back with passion when we broke with a smile she said “You’ve made this day the most fulfilling of my life, but ruined me for the future.”
I was very prideful as I saw Samantha walk bowlegged to her car. After she waved goodbye she took off and I got in my car and drove to Juliette’s house.
Fortunately, Darren wasn’t there; he was playing golf. Eleanor and Juliette were surprised to see me, and even more surprised by my happy demeanor. I hugged both Eleanor and Juliette tightly and while tossing the kids around lightly bantered with them. After ten or fifteen minutes I put my daughter on Eleanor’s lap and said “Juliette, do you mind if we have a private chat for a few minutes?” while I looked at Eleanor for approval.
Eleanor nodded her agreement, but Juliette looked on the verge of being apoplectic as I led her into another room and closed the door.
I held both of Juliette’s hands as she shivered and then started to speak. I put my fingers to her lips in a “shushing” motion then said “Juliette I know how desperate you are for a child, and while I don’t approve of your methods I forgive you and Eleanor for deceiving me. I hope that our copulations result in your pregnancy…”
Then it was her turn to interrupt “You really do?” she choked out.
“Yes, I really do,” I smiled. “If it doesn’t work out I want you to know that I’ll agree to be your sperm donor; however the sperm will have to be implanted by artificial insemination — which I’ll pay for, since I know that you can’t afford it.”
“You really will?” she cried out.
When I nodded my head “yes” she burst into tears and then buried her face in my chest. I held her tight, letting all of the emotion drain from her body. Ten minutes later, after she had shed her last tear she looked up at me and said “I’ll be the most grateful sister-in-law in the world. Thank you.”
I kissed her forehead and said “You’re welcome.”
“Would you do me another favor and have Eleanor come in to talk to me?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied, and as I was about to exit the room she grabbed my arm, smiled, and with trepidation said “You’re my all-time fuck.”
I smiled, said “I plead the fifth amendment,” and then exited.
When Eleanor came out of the room after her talk with Juliette they both had tears of joy. Eleanor came up to me and kissed me hard and whispered in my ear “For at least the next year you can do anything that you want to me; anything!”
By the time that we went to bed that night, after a touchy-feely entire day, I had recharged to the point that despite how Samantha had drained me I still had one more ejaculation in me. In case Eleanor was expecting more as we got into bed naked I told her that I was emotionally spent but that I had to have her once that night. She rode me like I was a rented mule and for the fourth time that Sunday I had an all-time orgasmic experience.
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Not surprisingly, about five weeks my tryst with Samantha and making peace with Juliette and Eleanor, Juliette announced that she was confirmed pregnant. What was surprising was that she came to my office and told me first, even before Eleanor, Samantha and Darren. She buried her head in my chest as she sobbed tears of job and kept repeating “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I was very disturbed that my little friend saluted, but I was able to maneuver her so that I don’t think that she felt it.
Pregnancy really agreed with Juliette. She glowed throughout, followed a strict nutrition and exercise regime exactly, and without complications delivered a happy, healthy, seven pound seven ounce, 20 inch long, little girl on her projected due date. Juliette also turned out to be a great mother, and I do believe that most of her ditziness left her by the time that little Amanda was three months old.
During the entire time of Juliette’s pregnancy and thereafter Eleanor, Juliette, and Samantha treated me like a king. While of course Eleanor and I still had a little tiff now and again, we both were anxious to please each other and had no arguments. I did hope that no one got suspicious of why Juliette and Samantha gave me constant hugs and even often held my hand, or why Samantha joined the same health club as Eleanor and I and worked out like a fiend at the same time that I did three or four days a week, making her body as toned as that of 99% of 25 year olds.
After Amanda was two years old, Juliette approached me at my office and shyly asked “Does your offer to provide the sperm and pay for artificial insemination still hold?”
I smiled. “Yes it does.” I had been pleasantly surprised at how attached I had become to little Amanda. I actually loved her just like my two kids with Eleanor, although I had to be careful not to blatantly show it.
Juliette gave me a kiss on the cheek, smiled, and said “I’ll talk to Eleanor about scheduling when it’s convenient for both you and her, and Darren is out of town.”
As I sat in my office after Juliette left I was surprised — and actually a little disappointed in myself — that my cock started hardening as I thought about impregnating her the first time — and the follow-up with Samantha, both of which were in the top ten sexual encounters of my life.
Fortunately the artificial insemination procedure took the first time we tried it — Eleanor gave me a hand job to collect the sperm — and Juliette started out her second pregnancy as nicely as her first.
Juliette was about three months pregnant with her second child — this time a boy that they were embarrassingly going to call “Cameron” — when Eleanor took the kids to Juliette’s house on a Saturday morning while I tried to finish up a small project for work that had strayed into the weekend. As I sat at my desk I realized that I had been too busy to look at Friday’s mail. There was the normal bills and solicitations, and then a 10 x 13 Tyvek envelope with “Confidential” stamped on it. When I opened it up I found an 8 x 10 glossy of my stark naked mother-in-law with an evil smile on her face.
The photo caused my cock to immediately and involuntarily pitch a tent, and instantly recalled the awesome fuck fest that I had had with Samantha, who even though she was now three years older looked even better — better than any woman in her fifties this side of Elizabeth Hurley. I had had no sexual contact with her since the first and only time, and pledged a blood oath with myself that I never would again. However, after seeing the photo I was contemplating stroking one out while inspecting the clearly illustrated female parts visible in the photo when the doorbell rang.
“Damn,” I cursed as I stuffed my hard cock back into my pants.
When I answered the doorbell there was Samantha with apparently the same yellow sundress on as three years ago. “Cam, I really need to see you,” she blustered as she pushed her way past me.
“Real bad idea,” I said to myself, hoping that I could get her out of the house quickly. Samantha had other ideas.
By the time that I closed the door Samantha had her dress off and this time there were no undergarments. “I’m going nuts, Cam; please fuck me again,” she pled as she approached me, put my hands on her prodigious tits, and then started undoing my belt.
“Shit,” I mumbled to myself as my pants dropped. By the time that my cock was up her vagina so far that it was trying to tickle her tonsils I admitted that blood oaths weren’t as effective as I had hoped!