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Impregnating My Ex-Boss' Wife And Developing Our
Illicit Family
by Dr.T (waucondaone@nctv.com)
***
My boss was an idiot. His wife was a slut, but a good
looking slut. She would not let him or anyone else fuck
her without a rubber, but she also liked to drink. We
visited their home at a party one night and the more
she drank, the more she wanted my cock in her.
(couples, reluc, swing, preg)
***
Our little family started at a party where there were a
lot of good people. And then there was the host and
hostess: Doug, the everlasting jerk and Tracy his wife
who was really okay - when she wasn't being the
complete nymphomaniac teenaged virginal sweetie whore.
I used to work for Doug's firm and had the good sense
to leave it before either I killed him or I got fired.
He, to this day, thinks I like him and I, for my own
reasons, never corrected that false assumption.
Doug was throwing this party and it was his way of
trying to show everyone how important and wealthy he
was. It was for his associates (employees) and friends,
real and imagined - probably mostly imagined, and was
in the ballroom of a hotel. To a large extent, I think
most of the people here were here to party with each
other, have a good time, and have as little to do with
him as they could get away with and not be obvious
about avoiding him. That was certainly my case anyway.
Not surprisingly, he and Tracy showed up late: I
assumed they were supposed to be making an entrance of
some kind.
I only knew Tracy well enough to know that I would love
to get her in the sack and sure as hell wouldn't ever
want to live with her; you see, she had a bit of a
temper. Doug had married her practically when she had
graduated out of the 9th Grade Middle School she had
attended. Somehow this asshole felt that the younger
they were, the tighter they were and his business could
well afford to hire the best lawyers around if some
Sheriff decided to do some criminal charges based on
Statutory Rape or Carnal Knowledge.
Now she was approaching the age of emancipation so it
really didn't count with her legally wearing a wedding
ring. I had seen her nymphomaniac-bitch act on more
than one occasion; fortunately, I wasn't the object of
her tirade on any of those occasions. Between Doug's
money and contacts, if he felt she had been wronged, he
could make someone's life miserable - something she
traded on heavily when she wasn't getting cum shot into
her belly.
In they came, Tracy acting every bit the part, smiling
and walking with one foot in front of the other like a
model. I don't think she had a brain in her head, but
she had, in her own way, done well by marrying Doug.
She had on a little, and I do mean little, black dress
cut way too low to ever permit a bra – that V in the
front went down to just below her belly button.
Yes her little navel was pierced, and no, that large
diamond in it wasn't paste. She was short and wasn't
overly endowed, but that worked out well with this
dress. She had a nice ass too, and the dress ended just
below it. Now and then there was just a hint of
stocking tops below the hem of her dress. Yea, it was
that short. At least I hoped it was a stocking top that
was showing and not part of pantyhose.
I had to wonder what she was going to do if she ever
had to sit (Shoot a serious beaver?) or bend over (You
would be able to tell if she had panties on from the
top.). Doug was known to like her dressed in outfits
like that - so everyone would know what a sexy little
woman he had for a wife. Note that that sounds a little
possessive, which is about the way Brad looked upon his
wife – as if he owned her; she was his possession.
After watching her for a minute or so, I decided that
she was putting on a front and that she wasn't at all
happy.
Something like ten minutes after they had made their
entrance, I was over at the bar getting a refill when
she came over for a drink. "Hi Tracy," I said politely.
"You're looking good tonight."
"Hi," she said curtly, and then motioned to the
bartender. "Scotch," she said as he got to her.
"Any particular brand?" he asked.
"Expensive! Uh, a single malt - Glenlivet, and no ice!"
Oh, I guess she was in just about as good a mood as I
had suspected. "How're you tonight?" I inquired
casually, and not expecting much of a pleasant
response.
"Pissed. I really don't want to be here," she said
curtly without really looking at me. "I would really
rather be home and getting fucked," she replied.
Well, she didn't bite my head off. That was a good
start. "Really? Why not? I thought you liked parties,
and this is starting off okay."
"My husband's a louse," she said downing her drink.
Setting the glass down hard, she motioned the bartender
for another.
I though of asking her if she just now figured that
out, but thought better of it. "Oh, how's that?" I
asked feigning real interest. If she were to list all
the things that made him a louse, I could be here all
night – and that's just the things I knew about.
"He just is," she said, finally turning and looking at
me.
Ah, the short list. "Pretty general description. You
looked happy enough when you came in with him." I lied.
I had already decided that she hadn't looked the least
bit happy.
"I guess I act well. I have to. He's the one with the
money, not me."
Ah, money! I knew she was with him for a reason. I
wasn't going to tell her to keep her day job, whatever
that was, because she couldn't act to save her life.
"Well, he doesn't seem to be short of money. So, what's
money got to do with being a louse?"
"It's not the money. I think," she said after a minute
and downed the next drink before continuing, "he's got
himself a little honey on the side; probably some
little slut who works for him."
"He has you and needs someone else?"
"Maybe. Looks like it," she said holding up the empty
shot glass and turning it with her fingers. "Well, I
think so anyway."
Interesting. She was really pissed at him for having a
little honey on the side, but really wasn't sure that
he had one in the first place. "So, what do you plan on
doing? Dumping his ass? Getting the big D?"
"I'm not a blonde in case you hadn't noticed! There's
more to life and marriage than just sex. I happen to
enjoy spending his money. Maybe I'll just have a little
someone else myself. Either that or take up spending
his money as a hobby. His little honey could really
cost him!"
The bartender came by and, without a word or gesture
from her, poured another drink for her.
With that, I thought to myself that maybe I could
benefit from this little exchange. I answered her, "I'm
available if you're looking for a fling!" I quickly
volunteered, not thinking for one second that she was
either serious or would take me up on it.
"I think I could take your mind off him for a while."
She may not be blond, but that's an attitude, not a
hair color; she was certainly acting blond. Any woman
that looked as good as she did could pick up some other
rich bastard any day of the week. Okay, she would have
to change her attitude a bit and loose that nympho-
bitch entry on her resume, but otherwise, trading up
would be easy enough.
She looked me over rather seductively, and said, "I'll
think about it." For the first time tonight she sounded
happy instead of pissed off. She gave me a wink,
slammed down another drink, and was off to mingle with
the guests.
If she kept drinking like that, she was going to be
fucked up as well as fucked by somebody in no time.
Fucking her would be fun, assuming she was serious in
the first place. She was great looking and married to
one real jerk. You might call it a revenge fuck - I'd
just love to fuck Doug's wife, no matter who she was.
Hell, I wouldn't mind knocking her up just for the fun
of it. Doug would just love that! Somehow pregnant and
trophy wife just don't seem to go together. How about a
trophy wife with stretch marks, Doug? Yea, that'd be
the ticket!
However, at this time I really don't want to be a daddy
and I would sure hate to be the kid who ended up with
HER as a mommy. But, putting a little hot sperm into
her and seeing that tight little belly swell would be
something! I got her out of my mind and went off to
visit a few friends. They were after all, why I had
come here in the first place.
There was a dance floor and the DJ was playing a lot of
Techno, so most of the dancers were crowded together
and having a great time. I was out there quite a bit,
either just mingling or dancing with a few female
friends. As the hour got late, the liquor had an
influence, and the dancers got a little nastier, we
were all having a great time.
There was some seriously dirty dancing going on out
there and I was right in the middle of it. There were
at least two women I had been dancing with who were
here alone; with whom I was actually thinking I might
have a chance of doing something with other than
dancing tonight – at least they were giving me every
indication that they were having the same delicious
carnal thoughts I was having.
It wasn't late, but I wanted to make my move early; I
was thinking it was about time to hit on one of them
when little Tracy bumped into me, more like crashed
into me, on the dance floor, not looking exactly sober.
Not saying a word, she quickly stuffed something soft
and dark into my pants pocket and kept on dancing right
in front of me. Intrigued, I reached into my pocked and
felt a little flimsy nylon and elastic; I didn't have
to take it out and look at it, I knew what it was.
Apparently she had thought my proposal over and this
was her way of taking me up on it. I liked it! It seems
she had just stuffed her skimpy little panties into my
pocket. Which meant of course, that there was
absolutely nothing on under that little black dress
except - her?
"Somewhere here?" I asked as quietly as I could.
She just nodded and kept dancing very close to me and
brushing up against me frequently.
Maybe she got a room for the night – unbeknownst to her
loving husband. I gave her the "follow me" sign with
one finger and slowly left the dance floor. At a
discreet distance, I noticed she was following me.
Good. I didn't want to attract any attention. I wanted
to nail her and good, but didn't want any rumors, an
audience, or a jealous (and possibly unfaithful)
husband finding us. I worked my way over to the bar. We
could decide what to do there and no one would think
anything of me talking to her there. The fact that
there was actually a conspiracy going on was beside the
point.
"Got any condoms on you?" she quietly asked, her speech
slightly slurred. She might have been drunk, but she
had enough wits about her to keep it very quiet.
"Nope, but I can get one." At least I hoped I could.
"Get two. I'm really hot - and pissed."
"Okay, and meet you where?"
"Top floor of this flop house."
Well, flop house it wasn't, but anyway, "What's up
there?" I asked. I wondered if she had procured a room
for this little tryst. She certainly seemed to be
planning ahead.
"The maids' closet and me. Don't worry, it's a big
one."
"Okay, give me five minutes."
"Right," she said and downed yet another drink.
I was hoping she could see well enough to find the
maid's closet! She was really getting sloshed. Her
husband was probably going to be pissed that his little
trophy wife was this drunk the next time he ran into
her. He liked to keep up appearances, and a trashed
wife was really going to ruin his evening if he saw
her.
This was a reasonably classy hotel, so there weren't
going to be condom machines in the men's room. Then it
occurred to me that they had vending machines by the
gift shop. With a little luck, okay maybe a lot of
luck, they would have them in there. Well, I found the
vending machines, but they were a little too G-rated
for that. One last possibility - I approached the
concierge. "Any idea where I might purchase a few
condoms at this hour?"
"One moment sir," he said and vanished into one of the
hotel offices. Ya gotta love a good concierge; they can
get you just about anything at any hour of the day or
night.
I slipped a ten dollar bill out of my wallet and into
my pocket in case he actually came back with something
of interest. A moment later he returned with something
in his white gloved hand and discretely handed them to
me. It was almost as if he had anticipated this sort of
thing.
"Have a good evening sir," he said.
"Thanks," I said, "I just might." With that I slipped
him the ten and headed for the elevator. I assumed the
"maid's closet" wasn't going to be that hard to find.
But, I had to wonder; don't they usually lock that
room? I was curious to know why she wanted the condoms.
If she was pissed at her husband, she probably wouldn't
be putting out for him tonight, so someone else's cum
in her wouldn't be noticed. But if she wasn't
protected, as in on the pill in one form or another,
that might be another matter.
Not being terribly fond of her and having no use for
him, I decided it was time for a telling event since
more than likely she simply wasn't protected. I checked
what the concierge had given me and found that is was
six condoms: two ribbed with a reservoir tip, two
plain, and two plain but with a reservoir tip. The ribs
were supposed to be for the woman's pleasure –
something I wasn't all that interested in tonight;
ordinarily yes, but not with Tracy.
As for the reservoir tips, well, I had no use for that
margin of safety. I opened one of the plain non-
reservoir tipped ones, and taking my pen knife, put a
little slit in it about an inch from the tip. I made it
a small vertical slit so it wouldn't tear any more with
all the in and out activity I was anticipating. Most of
my genetic material would stay in the condom, but a
small amount would escape into her - maybe just enough.
If I put it on with that little slit on the underside
of my cock, she wouldn't see it.
The elevator finally deposited me some twenty floors up
in the air. Now, where was this closet? A quick trip
down the hall one way looked less than promising. Down
the hall in the other direction and I ran into that
little closet fairly close to the elevator – it
figures. The door certainly had a keyed handle but I
tried it and found it unlocked - with Tracy inside.
"Don't they normally lock this room?" I asked.
"Yea, but I leaned over kinda far, slipped the
concierge fifty, and magic happened. You got condoms
right?"
I'll bet he would have done it for a lot less, I
thought. One look down the front of her dress – with a
view clear to her panty-free pussy - and he probably
would have done it for free. "Yea, I got them; you
afraid your husband will find traces of someone else
leaking out of you?"
"Not really. That bastard's not getting any from me
tonight. I'm not protected and it's my fertile time of
the month. He got snipped so it's not a problem with
him. Showing up preggers might present a few little
teensy problems," she said patting her tummy. "Anyway,
I haven't got all night and I'm hot, so let's get with
it!" She slipped the straps of her little black dress
off her shoulders and let it slide silently to the
floor.
Wow! She was good looking - and there wasn't a hair to
be found on her from the neck down. No pantyhose, those
were thigh-high stocking tops I had seen glimpses of
earlier. She was gorgeous. Firm nice tits with
deliciously long hard nipples, tight little areolas, a
nice firm flat little tummy, and if I wasn't mistaken,
that was a large clit peaking out between her swollen
hairless pussy lips. Christ, I thought I had died and
gone to heaven. I slipped out of my clothes as fast as
I could.
Meanwhile, she had taken a number of bath towels from
the shelf and arranged them on the floor in a form of a
narrow bed. While doing that she had been bending over,
giving me a wonderful view of her very naked little
ass. She laid down on them and spread her inviting legs
wide. "How do you feel about eating a girl?" she asked.
"My clit really needs a nice hard tongue on it." She
ran a hand between her legs and over her clit, making
it stand out even more. "Don't you feel like licking
this?" she asked, toying with her wet swollen clit.
I didn't say anything, just got down between those sexy
legs and got to work. Her clit was just a large as I
thought it was - one I could really have a good time
with, and much larger than any other woman I had ever
eaten. I started pleasing her and teasing her. She was
really hot and was going to get off quickly, but I made
her wait, wait until she was begging to get off. I
would get her close and then slow down and lick and
caress other parts of her pussy or suck on her swollen
inner lips until she calmed down a little.
"Oh fuck," she finally moaned, "make me cum okay? I
really wanna come on your face. I really like this, but
I can't take this any longer. I wanna cum. I wanna cum
so bad. I wanna cum all over your face. Just get me off
and then put your nice hard cock inside me okay?"
I wanted to be inside her too, so I finally went for
her clit and kept my tongue there, working on that
gorgeous large swollen clit. I was really having fun
with that big clit. It wasn't long before she got off,
quietly thank God, but nonetheless got off, and it
appeared to be a long good cum. I was just grateful
that she kept it down and didn't wake the entire floor
with her screaming. As drunk as she was, I could see
her doing that too. I lapped up the tasty sex juices
now leaking out of her. She really tasted fresh and
clean. Old Doug hadn't had her any time lately.
"Oh damn you do that well," she finally said catching
her breath. "My darling husband thinks a few licks in
the general vicinity of my pussy ought to do it."
So I guess that means Doug wasn't that hot in bed. I
got the condom package out and pretended that I had
just opened it. Being careful to get the little slit on
the underside of the head of my cock, I sipped it on
and unrolled it down the length of my shaft. Now I
moved over her and guided it to her wet entrance. As I
shoved and it slid into her, I realized that not only
was she really wet, but she was tighter than any woman
I had ever been inside!
She was really tight. I was going to get off in no time
if I wasn't careful. I slowly slid my hard cock all the
way into her incredibly tight little love tunnel. I
pulled on her hips and sank it into her until I could
just feel the tip touch her cervix. "Wow you're tight,"
I whispered.
"Thanks! Exercise baby, exercise. My husband likes me
nice and tight."
I think it had more to do with genetics that exercise,
but she sure was tight and I was pretty sure she worked
out quite a bit. Doug has a piece like this around with
her hot sexy body and as tight as she was and he's
fooling around getting a little strange stuff? Well, to
each his own! He was an asshole and there had been
hints over the years that he thought he was a bit of a
stud, so I guess it fits. Well, I was going to enjoy
his tight little wife.
I started moving in and out of her, going all the way
in till our pubic bones touched, and then sliding
slowly out until just the head was still inside her hot
cunt. I looked down at her flat little tummy as I slid
back into her again deep enough that I nearly touched
her cervix and wondered what that tummy would be like
all swollen up with a baby inside. I wondered what it
would be like to fuck her all swollen up like that too.
"Faster, harder!" she hissed. "I want you to really
fuck me, not play with me. I want to feel you cum
inside me; that's what really gets me off."
I started going faster, and as I did, her little ass
came off the towels, her sexy stockinged legs wrapped
around me, and she met me stroke for stroke. She was
really good at this fucking business. She sure as hell
didn't just lay there and expect the guy to do all the
work. She was so rowdy and randy that I slipped out a
couple of times until I got used to just how far to
come out.
It wasn't long before I was ready to cum - with that
tight little cunt squeezing my cock and her going at me
the way she was, there was just no holding off. Finally
I got to the point of no return and felt my cum start
deep inside and rush up my cock and explode inside her.
Thick spurt after spurt of it shot out of the end of my
cock and filled that "defective" condom. It went on and
on - I knew I had to be leaking some cum into her hot
little pussy.
I was putting too much cum into her little pussy to not
have some leak out. She was really taking my squirting
cock into her just as far as she could get it too. I
just hoped there wouldn't be enough of my cum in her
that it would start leaking out enough that she would
notice. Now, maybe some of those little swimmers would
find a place to do the most good - or damage, depending
on your point of view.
Just as she said, she got off again with me cumming
hard and fast inside her. She wasn't quite a quiet this
time and anyone passing by the closet would have no
doubt that someone was getting laid in here. She got
even tighter when she got off. That little pussy of
hers really took hold of my throbbing cock and it felt
like she was milking the cum out of me. Her cum lasted
every bit as long as mine did, and then some.
"I'm sure glad you have a condom on," she finally
breathed. "I could really feel you squirting inside me.
It was so hot! I love it when I feel a guy squirting
his cum inside me. It really gets me off."
I got the impression that she fooled around on her
husband and that was okay with her; it was a problem
for her if hubby fooled around. I suspected that I
wasn't the only one who had dumped a load of cum in her
lately.
She lifted her head up as I slid out of her tight
little pussy and watched me remove the condom. "Looked
like a lot of cum," she said softly and lay her head
back on the towels. Apparently she didn't notice a
little drip of cum slide off the tip before I could get
it into the trash bag hanging on the maid's cart. It
looked like it had leaked in her alright. "Christ I
drank too much," she moaned.
No fuckin' shit lady. She was flat shit faced. I hoped
she was going to be able to stagger back into the party
on her own. I was going to try to fuck her again, and
maybe even try to get her in the ass, but decided we
had been away from the party long enough. When we got
dressed, she couldn't find her panties right away and
quickly gave up looking for them.
She was so drunk she didn't remember giving them to me.
I just kept them in my pocket as a souvenir of this
memorable evening - the evening I fucked Doug's wife
and maybe knocked her up. She was just drunk enough
that I wasn't sure if she would remember who she had
fucked tonight, if she even remembered getting fucked.
We took separate elevators back down to the ballroom
floor to avoid being seen together. If we didn't go
back together it would certainly be better for all
concerned.
When my elevator reached the main floor, I stepped out
and she was nowhere to be seen; good. I wanted it this
way. I moseyed back into the ballroom and wandered over
to the bar. When the bartender asked me what I wanted,
I said just ice water. I had consumed enough booze for
one night; besides, I had to drive home.
When the water arrived, I took a long drink and looked
around. Maybe those two women I was thinking about
hitting on tonight were still here. It was late, but
not that late. This party was good for a couple of
hours yet. It was just then that I noticed Tracy
sitting in a darkened corner of the bar area. She
wasn't looking too lively. I thought I would just leave
that little problem up to Doug. I was sure he was just
going to love it!
Not five minutes later, he came up to me at the bar.
"Thank God someone here's sober," he said. "Do me a
favor would you?"
"What's that?"
"Find my driver out front and see if the two of you can
get my wife into the limo and have him take her home?
She's completely wasted."
"See what I can do," I said, and took another drink of
my water. I thought about adding that not only was she
wasted, she was completely fucked too, but didn't want
him to know who did the deed if she started to swell in
a few months. I didn't bother to ask him why he
couldn't do that himself. The answer would have been
pure bullshit anyway. In doing it for him, I might get
to cop a feel with even a little luck.
I thought it was surprising that he wasn't, or didn't
appear to be, the least bit upset over her being that
drunk. I went off to find his driver, James. Everyone
knew him as Jim, but not to old Doug. I was almost
surprised that he hadn't insisted on calling him Jeeves
or some other Hollywood name for a chauffeur. Doug was
a piece of work.
I found Jim out in the lobby, apparently hitting on one
of the desk clerks: she was rather cute. I explained
the problem and he said he would bring the car around
to the front door. But, he wasn't going to help carry
her out if she couldn't walk.
Yea, I wasn't either. I agreed that if I couldn't get
her to walk out, it was going to be Doug's problem. I
want back in to see if she was able to walk out of
there.
Tracy was pretty trashed alright, but willing to get up
and go out to the limo. I was a bit surprised that she
didn't offer some resistance to the idea of being sent
home. Apparently she had had enough of this party and
wanted out of here. Come to think of it, she hadn't
wanted to be here in the first place. Maybe that
explained her willingness to leave. With very little
help, she managed to make it out to the car.
Jim had the car by the curb with the motor running when
I got her out of the front door. He opened the back
door for her.
She stopped before getting in and asked, "Are you
coming too? Say Jim," she said turning to Jim, "how
about the three of us have a little party when we get
home?"
"Okay with me," he said. Then he looked over at me,
"you okay with this?"
"A threesome?" Somehow I just assumed she meant more
sex and not just sitting around drinking.
"Sure!" Tracy piped up. "I'd love that!"
"Okay," I said and got in next to Keri.
"You ever done this with her before?" I asked Jim as
the car pulled away from the curb.
"Nope, but I have always wanted to!"
"You'll love it," she giggled.
Jim had us to Doug's rather extravagant and pretentious
house in perhaps record time. Apparently he was horny
and had a thing for getting a little of Tracy too.
Hell, half of Doug's employees would probably like to
nail Tracy – she was always flirting so much with them
or they hated Doug enough to want to fuck his wife for
revenge. It looked like someone else was going to have
a little of Doug's prize trophy wife tonight besides
me.
Arriving at the house, Jim pulled the car around to
side and into the garage. The three of us got out and
went into the living room of the house.
Once in her house, Tracy hadn't forgotten why we were
there. "Upstairs," she said, leading the way. "The
party and the bedroom are this way." She was slurring
it a bit, but was definitely well aware of what she was
doing.
"She do this often?" I whispered to Jim.
"Get smashed; yea. Frequently; I think she's really a
drunk. But invite me to her bedroom, let alone with
another guy? No. This is a first for me."
Part way to the bedroom, she slipped out of that little
black dress, and wearing nothing but her thigh-high
stockings and heels, and walked into the bedroom. "So,
I'm ready," she said. "How about you two?"
It didn't take us long to doff our clothes. Yup, guys
compare, and Jim was about the same size as me. "What
did you have in mind?" I asked her as she came over to
us and took one cock in each hand and began to stroke
us to full hardness – not that we weren't pretty hard
already looking at her hot naked little body.
"Ya know, I want a little of that double penetration
stuff that's in a lot of Doug's movies."
So, old Doug has a collection of porn movies does he? A
little family secret out of the bag. "One in the ass
and one in the pussy?" I asked, just to be sure that
she didn't mean blowing one guy while getting fuck in
the pussy by the other.
"Yea, that's it. Standing up."
Oh good, gymnastic sex. Now that was going to make it a
little more interesting. Neither one of us was going to
get very far inside her doing it that way, but while I
had seen it done in porn movies, I wondered how it
worked out in real life. I was about to find out. "Who
do you want where?" I asked.
"Let's see; how about you in my asshole, and Jim in my
pussy. Yea, that's how I want it. I want to taste these
first though," she said dropping to her knees.
First she took Jim in her mouth and started blowing him
while she continued to stroke my cock with her soft
little hand. She was doing remarkably well for someone
as drunk as she was. After a few minutes of partaking
of Jim's equipment, she turned her oral attentions to
my hard cock. Now she was blowing me and stroking Jim.
She didn't give that good a blowjob, truth be known.
I looked up at Jim and he just shook his head. Yup, it
hadn't been any better for him either. Some women know
what to do, some don't do it very well, and Tracy
didn't have a clue. Oh well, from now on if I ever Doug
Brad to kiss my dick, he would have already done it by
proxy the next time he kissed his wife. There was
something to be gained from this mediocre blowjob.
"Okay," she said after a few minutes of what was my
worst blowjob ever, "Let's get to fucking ne!" She
stood up. "Oh, condoms, condoms," she said a little
alarmed. "Do you have any?" she asked, turning to me.
"Yea," I said and pulled the remaining five out of my
pocket and handed her a plain one with a reservoir end.
After all, I didn't want the possibility of any of
Jim's cum leaking out and having any of his little
swimmers getting to her egg before mine got there. But,
by now, they had either gotten enough of a head start,
or they were never going to get there anyway. It was
well over an hour since I had given her my little
donation.
Jim gave me a funny look. "I was hoping to get lucky
tonight," I said. Let's face it, most guys don't carry
an assortment of condoms around with them, and most
chicks are on the Pill.
"Looks like you're about to."
"Jim has to have one," she said taking it and handing
it to Jim. "You'll be in my little pooper so you won't
have to have one – unless you want one."
Fortunately, she gave no hint of what had transpired
earlier. "I'll pass."
Jim took the condom, tore open the package, and rolled
it down his hard cock.
"Okay Jimbo," she said putting her arms around his
neck, "put your hands on my bottom to hold me up and
put that thing in me." She then lifted first one leg
and then the other as Jim put his hands on her
"bottom," and was able to easily slip at least part of
his hard cock into her tight wet pussy.
"Oh yea that's tight," he groaned. She tilted her
pelvis toward him, letting really go nice and deep into
her. She could do that until I was ready to slip into
her rear. From the look on his face, he was surprised
to find her that tight.
"Now you," she said turning her head to me, "Oh, yea,
you need some lube. Over in the nightstand there's some
Astroglide. It's really slick stuff," she mumbled.
"You'll need it to fuck me up the ass."
Yup, she was still very trashed. I went over to the
nightstand she pointed to and sure enough, in the top
drawer, along with two dildos and a vibrator, was a
small plastic bottle of Astroglide; more family secrets
out of the bag.
I put a few drops of the Astroglide on my hard cock as
I returned to the two of them, now going at it, and
smeared it all over my cockhead. Taking cock in hand, I
moved in behind her. They stopped and she straightened
up some while I probed her tight little asshole and
slowly shoved the head of my cock into her. The movies
make this look a lot easier than it actually is. I let
it sit there for a few seconds while she got used to it
being there and then slid as much as I could into her,
which was probably less that half of what I could have
given her in almost any other position.
Jim started slowly moving in and out of her tight
little pussy again as I shoved into her and pulled out
until just the head was being held by her tight little
sphincter. Yea, I always knew she was a tight ass.
After a few strokes, I shoved it into her as far as I
could and held still. It was amazing; I could feel
Jim's hard cock going in and out of her through the
thin membranes that separated our cocks. After a few
seconds of that new and exciting feeling, I began
moving in and out of her tight little asshole again.
She began moaning and groaning. She was thoroughly
enjoying this: being held up in the air and sandwiched
between two guys. I had to wonder if she did this
often. I was sure it wasn't her first time. Tracy tried
to make it sound like it was her first time earlier,
but I had my doubts. Her moaning and groaning was
slowly getting louder and it seemed that her first
orgasm with two guys in her bottom was rapidly
approaching.
I wasn't ready yet, and as far as I could tell, Jim
wasn't quite there either. We just kept pumping away at
her, enjoying the sight, feeling, and sound of it all.
This was pretty hot.
In no time, she started to cum. "OH...YEA!!" she
moaned. "YES! YES!" and there followed something of a
shriek as she climaxed on the two stiff cocks inside
her. She bucked and thrashed, paying little attention
to the two guys trying desperately to keep their cock
buried inside her climaxing body.
From the sound and feeling, she really got off! It
lasted quite a while. When it was over, she didn't stop
us. To the contrary, she kept bouncing up and down,
quickly building to another one. This chick really
liked sex! When God said He had made the world in six
days and rested on the seventh and looked back and
called everything 'good', he wasn't kidding with this
broad!
By now I was getting ready to cum. It wasn't going to
be long before I shot my load of cum into her tight
little asshole. I had my hands on her tiny waist and
was going as deep into her body as this awkward
position would allow.
Tracy quickly built to another climax. And, just as her
shrieking built to a crescendo as her climax started
for the second time, Jim groaned loudly and started
cumming inside the rubber he was wearing in her tight
little pussy.
I was amazed. Yes, I could actually feel Jim's cock
throbbing inside Tracy as he shot load after load of
his hot sperm into the rubber in her! That was it; I
unloaded a huge spurt of cum straight up Keri's ass.
This was a fabulous cum, one that lasted and lasted,
and felt like I was squirting a massive amount of my
thick hot sperm up her ass – her tight prissy little
ass. I just wished I could get my spurting cock deeper
inside her ass. My knees felt weak and my legs were
shaking it was so intense.
When we were all finally done, she lowered her legs,
causing both of the cocks to slip out of her. "That was
great," she groaned.
I looked over at Jim's cock. He had shot a rather
respectable amount of cum into that condom. Seeing
that, I wondered again if any of the cum I shot into
that slit rubber in her hot little pussy earlier had
manage to get beyond her cervix and off to where it
could really have some fun.
"Well boys, it's been fun, but I gotta get to bed," she
said rather dismissively. She went over to her dresser,
got out a nightgown, and slipped it on. Then she just
ambled, or rather staggered, over to the bed.
Jim and I cleaned ourselves up a little with a couple
of tissues then slipped our clothes back on as she got
into bed and turned out the light. I guess she was done
for us. The hired help had just been dismissed.
We deposited his used condom and the tissues I had used
to clean myself up with in the toilet on the way out.
One quick flush and the evidence was gone. We didn't
want to leave anything Doug would find. "Does she ever
remember what she did when she gets that drunk?" I
asked him as we walked through the house to the garage
and the car.
"Sometimes. And, then there are times when I think she
really doesn't remember shit the next day; most of the
time she just can't remember who did what, which is
probably going to be the case tomorrow. She will
remember she got laid, but she won't know who she was
with doing it. I get most of this from Martha."
"Who's Martha?"
"She's their maid. Tracy tells Martha everything.
Martha is like Tracy's confessor or something; except
Martha tells me a lot of it as she can't believe Tracy
does some of the thing she does."
"Like what?"
We arrived at the limo and got in.
"Like tonight! Other than letting me fuck her, which
she would never stoop to before, there was nothing new
about tonight." He started the car and backed out of
the garage.
"You mean she fucks around on Doug?"
"Oh, big time! Mostly she gets off on fucking the big-
money men in town. As Martha tells it, if you have
money, you can get in her pants. And, the weird part is
that they don't give her a dime or spend hardly
anything on her, and that's okay with her."
"Doesn't she ever worry about one of them fucking and
telling?"
"Not really; they are all married! If they tell they
get a messy divorce and no more Tracy on the side. She
can't tell because then Doug would dump her little ass.
Even with a good divorce settlement, which she would
probably get, she wouldn't have the money she has
access to now. Not to leave out that she might get
shunned by her rich dicks and, most importantly, her
perceived society position she loves so much would
vaporize."
"That means that she kinda fucked up by screwing us
tonight then doesn't it?"
"Now that you mention it. Tracy hasn't been known to
fuck the hired help; she musta really been pissed at
old Doug about something. But, I need the job, so I'm
not telling, not that I would anyway."
Well, I sure as hell wasn't going to tell. Jim
obviously knew that I had fucked her in the ass tonight
– that wouldn't get her pregnant. He didn't know about
the earlier fucking – that one would. That one I wanted
kept secret, just in case the nefarious little event
did what it was supposed to do – advertising wouldn't
be a good idea. When we finally got back to the hotel
and parked the car, Jim finally said, "God that was
great. You don't know how badly I have wanted to fuck
that little bitch - fuck Doug's little piece of ass –
fuck his stuck UP little piece of ass!"
I had to admit, I was pretty pleased with my
accomplishments this night too.
Epilogue:
I did manage to connect with one of the two women I
mentioned earlier. We went out to an early breakfast
and I did get her in the sack. She wasn't as small or
as tight as Tracy, but she was a whole lot more fun!
I saw Keri about six months later and she was looking
like she had swallowed a blown up blimp. Two or 3 of
her eggs must have found my fishies. Maybe I had
donated too much material that night with her not
taking care of it until it was too late. Yes, she was
till married to Doug. I heard a rumor later that he
wasn't banging another chick; he was into guys a
little, and that he had always had a low sperm count
and knew it but none of his friends knew it.
When Tracy came up preggie he knew better than to
divorce her as it would not "look good" to his buddies
that his wifey had gotten pregnant by another stud.
That same rumor said that she had straightened up her
act when she found she was pregnant, and now she was
looking for the daddy of her baby. Since Tracy was
still married to him and he wasn't broke, maybe she was
okay with that; different strokes for different folks.
She saw me, and she came running to me. She threw her
arms around me, kissing me wildly. When we disengaged,
she advised that she remembered that we had fucked and
my rubber was the only one that she could not remember
throwing away afterwards. She then accused me of
deliberately fucking her and causing that rubber to
break and throwing it away before she could see it. She
knew alright... and went on to say that she wanted to
have more babies by me and that Doug the asshole could
support them even though they'd be mine.
Life is good!
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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