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She Conned Me
by Obmuj (address withheld)
***
Marilyn has a way with men... from her virgin being
intact, until she gave it up. Then more than one man was
needed to satisfy her. While her husband accepted her
stories and they were simply conning him. (M+/F, wife,
1st, oral, anal, intr, voy, rom, cuck, sn)
***
We sat enjoying a cocktail after work, sharing each
other's company while making small talk that one
considered a date in the late-sixties. Looking at the
attractive redhead seated on my right of the cocktail
table, I thought how she'd come on to me. I watched
intently as she removed a ring from her finger with a
large diamond mounted on a platinum engagement band.
Marilyn, a twenty-five year old senior underwriter in
the bond department of the company where I was employed
had surprisingly accepted my offer for drinks after
work. From the looks of things she wasn't going to waste
time I concluded in observing her remove the ring.
Our relationship commenced when one of my employees was
unable to fathom entries that hadn't cleared and dated
back more than 10 years. My employee requested the files
for the items, but the request card submitted was
returned 'NIF' - not in file.
Helen removed the pages from her report book for the
items she had marked on the accounting entried as NIF.
The department vice president I knew from working on
projects with him in the past, and he was required to
sign off personally once the projects covered by the
bonds were completed. Discussing the listings with Vice
President, Tad Coakley, he requested I work directly
with Marilyn Mills, the senior bond underwriter. Shaking
his head, he must have been thinking the same thing I
was when he asked, "Why are these items still open after
so many years."
First I stopped to see Bernie Stockeritz, a golfing
friend and he provided me a brief run down on what all
this meant. The bonds were from probate cases and the
court agreed the individual handling the affairs for
children in most cases, or an older person who required
an administrator of some nature to handle their
financial affairs. The individual appointed by the court
had to post bond. Other bonds were also the result of
some legal proceeding or bidding on various business
functions or construction projects.
Bernie stated the items he saw on the sheet I had with
me were mostly bond activity on cases involving minors.
I listened as he explained that the courts had appointed
someone as administrator for the child's welfare. After
I left Bernie's office, I walked to speak with the
attractive and shapely red head, Marilyn Mills, whom I
had met personally during staff meetings.
Marilyn was promoted to her position, though young, due
to her ability to grasp insurance ins and outs. I
learned from Tad she'd majored in business education,
and insurance courses as part of her college studies.
After being employed at the company she completed both
property and casualty, and life courses, to earn
certification and the right to post CPCU and CLU
initials after her names that are granted by the
industry.
We spoke together for several minutes until Marilyn
advised, we must go to the 'attic' storage area where
expired bonds were stored. After three hours of research
and review of the policies on the sheets, we discovered
the open items were the yearly premiums on the bonds.
They hadn't been charged through the system by the
underwriting department, even though the agents involved
had forwarded payments in their accounts current.
Between us we determined the simplest method of clearing
the entries and removing them from the books. Advising
Marilyn I'd forward a letter to her pertaining to our
review and methods necessary to precede clearing the
long past due underwriting entries. At the same time, I
was not happy with my personal requirement to take time
away from my department to work on what I considered
clerical work that I inherited when taking the position.
Marilyn and I were standing side-by-side while working
and during the time I watched her bend to retrieve files
from a low drawer. Her body movements allowed her blouse
to fall away and expose her bra. Plus my eyes took in
the upper portion of her shapely breasts. The view down
her blouse showed the upper roundness of her breasts
cups above the top lace half of her brassiere. At times,
she was what could best be described as squatting while
retrieving a file.
While in the squatting position, Marilyn had one knee on
the floor, while holding her legs somewhat apart. This
caused her skirt to slip up her legs until the garment
was half way up her rounded thigh. This permitted me to
view up to the crotch of her pantyhose. The hosiery
Marilyn was wearing weren't opaque, so they didn't
obscure the freckles on her upper legs.
During my view of her stocking clad legs, especially her
thighs, I couldn't help noticing how nice her legs
appeared. And not just part of her legs, but completely
to her crotch. Not only was I able to view splashes of
freckles on her smooth thighs, but the hair surrounding
her sex was visible at the edge of her legs beneath the
pantyhose. The thinness of her hose showed there weren't
panties on her body to cover her sex.
Once more I hated pantyhose as I understood if the ugly
white crotch wasn't visible to my eyes, then the darker
tops of the hosiery would be blocking the smooth skin of
her stomach and the top of her legs.
Trying to be a little macho to say thanks for the time
she spent to enable my staff to clear hundreds of
accounting entries, if not thousands, I asked, "What say
I treat you to a nice cocktail and dinner this evening;
if you can get away?"
I was aware her fiancé was in Nam and had been gone for
over six months. Having already enjoyed my jungle
vacation, I thought she might like to discuss where her
intended was stationed. And secretly hoped that perhaps
I might take up where Ted had left off.
It wasn't until an hour or so later over cocktails that
I discovered Ted hadn't scored with the lovely redhead.
She was still a virgin! Anyway, that was her claim and
who was I to challenge her story. We met that evening
after work at the lounge I suggested, basically because
of parking in the building.
After the cocktail waitress took our order, we made a
half-hearted toast to each other. In fifteen seconds, I
watched her remove the engagement ring banding her love
to Ted. My eyes looked on as she placed the ring in her
purse, and then looked at me and her face was blank from
any expression.
Perhaps another fifteen or twenty seconds passed and my
eyes followed her left hand as it moved up onto the
small round cocktail table, within a couple of inches of
my right hand. Only then did I note any indication of
what she was thinking as a slight hint of embarrassment
was included in her smile.
In fact I consider her smile to be a nervous condition
as she understood my eyes had looked on as she removed
the ring. The ring she was wearing and meant to
represent fidelity on her part of love for a boy in the
Navy and serving in Nam.
After two cocktails, Marilyn, who by now had taken my
hand in hers, as I knew enough to allow a female going
steady, engaged, or a married woman to make the first
move? While holding hands I felt her finger tips rub the
palm of my hand.
Smiling at her and returning the finger tip caress. I
asked, "So you charming redhead, do you understand what
it means for a girl or boy for that matter, to tickle
the hand of the other?"
With a slight giggle in her voice, Marilyn replied, "Of
course... it means, or should I say it is asking if the
boy likes me? So do you like me?"
Knowing she was either playing a game or wasn't aware
tickling the palm of the other was a non-verbal way to
ask for sex. "I wondered if she knew she had just asked
me for sex."
Going for broke, I told her the true meaning of the
tickle and she looked at me with one hell of a look of
surprise rolling over her entire face. Even in the
darkness of the lounge I could see the red of
embarrassment on her face and upper chest above her
blouse.
She commenced to speak as her voice caught in her throat
as she remarked, "Uh, I'm sorry for asking you that... I
never knew that was what it meant? Could we go someplace
and be alone, at for a while? This is difficult for me
to ask of you. You believe me; right?"
"Yes, why shouldn't I trust you and enough to believe
what you are saying to me? Marilyn I understand exactly
what you are feeling and saying and it means a lot for
you to trust me enough to wish to be alone with me. I'd
like that very much... shall we leave?" I stopped the
cocktail waitress, paid the tab and we walked to valet
for them to retrieve our cars.
While waiting for our vehicles, I told the cute redhead,
"If you follow me it will be better than simply giving
you directions. Do you think that'll work okay for you?"
When I pulled into a motel on the highway leading to the
suburb where she lived, Marilyn pulled in and parked
next to me. Walking to her car window I told her I'd be
right back after I got a room, or would she just like to
visit the small cocktail lounge where they have a man
playing piano and singing.
"I don't want any more to drink... I just need to think
and be alone with you and I hope you haven't gotten the
wrong idea of my going to a motel room with you. I've
been so tied up being engaged and not having time to be
with true friends, I just need to speak with someone I
can enjoy."
Knowing she was trying to justify what she was doing and
I well knew she would be like other women I had taken to
a motel room. They would give me a great time in bed.
Five minutes later I walked back to her car and asked
she follow me and drive to the back of the building
where we could enter our motel room and it was out of
the normal traffic passing the motel.
Once inside the room we sat in the chairs at the small
desk and I watched as she turned on the television and
picked out some show. Which even now I can't tell what
it was and I could at the time as TV isn't my cup of
tea. In a short time she turned off the television and
walked over and turned on the radio next to the bed.
"Come sit with me on the bed; please don't think badly
of Me." and I watched as she scooted back against the
headboard of the bed.
Kicking off my loafers, I removed my tie as well and
settled on the bed next to Marilyn and as I relaxed, her
hand took mine in hers. Nothing was said as she moved
her face close to mine. This I understood was an
indication she wanted kissed. Once again I played the
waiting game and let her make the moves, which I long
ago found causes women to wonder why I'm not doing like
other guys and charging full-bore for the conquest of
their bodies.
Her eyes looked in mine and saw hers close as her face
moved to me and her lips parted slightly as they rested
on mine. Marilyn's arms moved up to hug my neck and one
hand caressed my face. In moments I was kissing her back
as she initiated a French kiss and her ability to tongue
kiss needed help, I discovered.
In a few moments I was instructing her how to kiss me.
And did so in a way not to indicate her method wasn't
the best method of kissing a guy with passion. Long ago
I discovered a man must never under any basis discourage
a woman or even a teenage girl when you're attempting to
score.
To this day I don't know it her touching me was an
accident or intended, but in a few minutes of kissing
with deep passion I felt her hand on my lap. The feeling
of her hand closing around the hard-on in my pants told
both of us the kissing had taken its toll and awakened
Mr. Johnson Bar in my slacks.
After seconds of gripping my erect cock she jerked her
hand back from me.
"Oh jeepers, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."
"No Marilyn, don't apologize. Instead, touch me again...
you would make me a very happy fellow if you took it out
and touched it all over." I waited to see if I'd
overstepped the rules and in moments her eyes shut once
again and she was flipping her tongue all around the
inside of my mouth.
Just as suddenly her hand was again gripping my cock.
She moved her other hand from holding my head and
reached to unfasten my belt.
After a few minutes of trying to push my pants down,
Marilyn asked, would you help me take these off... maybe
you could simply undress... okay?"
I stood up next to the bed and in less than a sec, I was
naked and my cock pointing towards the cute redhead.
Saying to her, "Come here and let me help undress.
Please, pretty one."
Within seconds I had the lovely girl down to her
pantyhose and kneeling in front of her; tugged the damn
things down and off her legs and feet. Before me was the
fine shinny red pubes growing over her sex. She was like
other redheads I knew, her maiden hair was thin, but
grew fully across her mons and up halfway to her navel.
Leaning forward I kissed her pubes and allowed my lips
to kiss her belly button and used my tongue tip to bath
the shallow indention. Standing up I moved us to the bed
and turned back the covers. She willingly lay back and
as she did, held her arms up to welcome me over her
sleek nice body.
We kissed and I moved from her lips to her nipples, then
to her sex. After a few minutes of giving her oral
pleasure she asked I move up and kiss her. That I knew
meant she was ready for sex, but like other women I had
been with wasn't able to simply ask to be fucked.
Using my hand to guide my cock to her entrance, I was
surprised to find her labium was still small and her
inner lips didn't protrude. To my amazement I discovered
after working the head of cock into her sex she hadn't
been lying previously about still being a virgin.
Feeling her hips move back to break my entrance when I
struck her hymen was a delightful surprise. Damn, a
twenty-five year old cherry. And one who is engaged.
Moving slowly until I was again nesting my cockhead
against her hymen, and upon contact with the thin
membrane, stopped shoving into her body. This time I led
the kissing and with a suddenly and unexpected act on my
own part, jammed my cock up into Marilyn's virginity and
tore it apart.
"Aiyeeeeeeweee!" the pretty redhead cried, knowing and
feeling her sweet virginity was a thing of the past and
gone on the end of my cock.
To this day I smile when I recall her next words were
somewhat silly as she asked, "You happy now? Why did you
shove your thing up me... what shall I tell Ted when he
and I marry?" and tears fall from her eyes.
Still I begin fucking her as she cried and until I made
two brutal shoves up her when I shot off, my strokes had
remained the same, sure and deep.
During the next several months the entanglements with
Marilyn continued and finally came to a head in the most
unusually way. For her it was very personal, but for me
it was a real trip. One evening we met on the south side
of town for dinner and drove to a restaurant in my car,
leaving hers in a strip mall parking lot. After eating,
and returning to my car, which was parked on the back
side of the restaurant, we enjoyed a romp in the back
seat.
After getting our clothes back in order, I drove to the
strip mall and parked next to Marilyn's car. One thing
led to another and throwing caution to the wind, decided
to get it on once again. This time I watched as she
removed her pantyhose, and unfastened her top and
removed her bra so I could feast on her round strawberry
reddish-pink nips. For several minutes I pumped her
tight pussy until I shot my second load of the evening
up her welcoming body.
After getting off, we remained laying on the back seat
and to my surprise Marilyn got down onto the car floor
and gave me head. Normally she wasn't into oral sex,
except for receiving it, which she was crazy over. After
a few minutes of her warm mouth sucking my cock, she
stopped and stated in a sweet voice, "Umh, you are
hard... making love to me. Derek, I can't suck you off
tonight... especially after eating Italian food. Please,
make love to me, and the next time I'll try to take you
off with my mouth, okay Honey?"
During the time before we got it on once again, I sucked
her breasts and neck. Without realizing it, I left a
trail of hickies from her neck to her red pubes. The
smooth, fair skin on her breasts was covered with
sucking marks. We both understood by tomorrow morning
she would be covered with indications of a night of sex.
The second bout of tangling in the back seat after her
attempt at oral sex wasn't enough, and a half-hour later
and the third time that night I was plunging my cock
deep up her gripping pussy.
How can one forget getting your nuts, while the girl is
moaning passionate words and sounds, flailing her legs
high in the air in every direction and kicking the
headliner of your car? Marilyn had become overly sexed
during our third encounter and kicking her legs up and
around and was more vocal than I'd ever heard or seen
her be so active during sex. At one moment in time I
even told her, "Damn it woman, I sure wish we were in my
bed so I could really enjoy your being so active."
For the lively redhead, she told me that doing it in the
back seat of the car had suddenly turned her on and she
was suddenly uttering the fuck word. Marilyn for
whatever her reasons didn't normally say the word fuck,
but she was so sexed that all her inhibitions seemed too
flown away and out the open windows of my car.
Getting it on in a brightly lighted parking lot of
shopping center isn't the smartest thing or place to
enjoy each other sexually. Which included having the
windows down so we didn't steam them up from our
workout. Never will I forget hearing Marilyn whimpering
or shouting out her release and feelings of sexual
delight.
For Marilyn it was a closeness she never thought sex
could be, but now she was expressing her joy of being
with a man. "Yes, oh yes I'm doing it... oh yes, oh I
love you! I love fucking you!" and pulled her legs up to
grip my back as I struggled to give both of us pleasure
as I humped and jerked my body between her thighs.
Without realizing her actions were raising her butt off
the seat and the round globes of her buttocks pointing
towards the window.
"Oh it feels good... move it faster and deeper... like
that... fuck me, oh yes I want fucked like that...
aughhhh, oh Derek! Yes, yes, fuck me darling! Umph,
haaaaaa, oh I'm going to... aughhh, fuck meeee!" never
had my lovely redhead worked her body with such strength
or voiced her pleasures as she was during our third fuck
in the back seat as she did that night.
For myself I was saying, "Yeah, oh yeah Marilyn, work
you pussy like that! You're going to make me cum in your
pussy, oh baby would you like my cum, my little redhead?
Yeah, oh yeah Marilyn I'm getting it good! Augh, yes, oh
it feels wonderful being up you! I'll be damned, I
cummed in your little cunt!"
My body was lying over Marilyn's as her legs were pulled
up nearly to my shoulders as she was holding her ankles
in her hands and lifting her lower body up beneath me.
She was striving and straining to take all of my cum and
her hips were tilted high off the seat. From outside the
open window, which her hips were facing and her eyes
were able to view over my back, from outside the car,
came a woman's shrill voice.
"No, oh Marilyn what are you doing? Oh my... you're...?"
A discordant sounding female voice stopped any
utterances for a brief period. The voice was emotionally
high-pitched and tapered off to a wailing sound. To me
the woman sounded more like a wild animal in total pain
from experiencing its leg being snapped on and caught in
a trap. Like a hush sounding voice, this time it asked,
"What will Ted say?"
I turned to look at the window to see who in the hell
was interrupting my nice ejaculation and thankful it
wasn't the police. From my view it appeared to be a
woman with such disgust on her face that she couldn't
possibly make another grove appear in the constricted
facial skin and meat covering her face. Having listened
to her last comment, with the name Ted included, I knew
this must be his mother or some exceptionally close
relative.
Marilyn's arms were slashing out in an attempt to move
from beneath me. One of her legs had fallen onto the
floor of the car and the other rested on my back and
next to the back of the car seat. She was attempting to
wedge between my side and the back of the car seat.
Marilyn yelled, "Ohmigod, its Ted's mother... she's
seeing me... with my rear end... my legs up! What shall
I do...? Derek, what can I say or do... help me decide?"
After getting partly dressed, though not taking time to
slip on her bra or pantyhose, or worrying about her
disheveled hair, Marilyn got out my car and ran
barefooted to where her intended husband's mother sat
crying in her car. For thirty minutes the two sat
speaking and crying. I could picture my redhead,
Marilyn, speaking to the mother of the boy she was to
marry and trying not to embarrass herself further.
Not many females can tell you that one of her most
embarrassing moments of life's secrets, simply pertained
to their future mother-in-law observing and hearing her
future daughter-in-law having sex with someone other
than her son. How does one tell her future mother-in-law
who her son is to wed in a few months, but instead was
getting poked in the back seat of a car?
While waiting, I gathered Marilyn's items, folder them
and stacked them carefully on the front passenger bucket
seat of my car. Finally I watched in the mirror as the
lithe redhead exited her future mother-in-law's car and
ran to her own auto. She didn't come to retrieve her
things and speed away, and was gone before I could stop
her.
The next day at work Marilyn called me in my office. I
could sense she'd been sobbing. We spoke for a while and
finally she asked if her things were in my car. Telling
her a lie, I replied, "No, I left them at my place. I
wasn't certain you'd want me to bring them to work with
me where someone might see them. She told me once she
arrived home, Ted's mother called her and came by to
pick her up and drove to Krispy Kreme for coffee and
donuts.
Marilyn asked if she could pick her things up after work
at my apartment. I informed she was welcome to do so,
but I had to make a stop before I get home and to come
by around seven. I wanted to set up a situation in the
event she tried to be stupid and blame it all on me.
When I got home, a friend who I had been with a many
times was waiting in my apartment.
This attractive married woman had a key to my apartment
and had let herself in while waiting. There were many
times when I found a note she had left me in a secret
place, when I arrived home. I knew Twyla used my place
to meet with other men, but I didn't give a crap about
that. She was one great piece of tale and married to an
Air Force colonel who was currently deployed provided.
This gave her with lots of free time. When I explained
what was going on, she cracked up laughing at the story.
She was a married woman and she and her hubby were into
swinging. Twyla Sadder undressed and slipped on a
peignoir she kept at my place. Once she was ready, as
was I, she lay in a seductive position on my sofa and
drinking a glass of red wine, which I kept just for her.
Red wine I consider the worst tasting of all wines.
Returning to my car, where Marilyn would find me, as I
intended to act as if I'd just arrived home. Setting
behind the wheel of my car, and a half-hour later
watched my redhead pull into the drive. Marilyn drove
towards my unit and parked next to me. When she pulled
alongside me, I turned off my car and got out. Greeting
the charming redhead, I could tell by the look on her
face I was in for one hell of a hassle because of her
being caught fucking me in my car. Inside I wanted to
laugh, but on her behalf, I kept the funny situation to
myself to chuckle over later.
Shit, what a mess I thought, not so much for me as for
my adorable redhead, who had given me her virginity.
Many times over I thought as I recalled how long we had
been getting it on and her future husband expected his
wife to be a virgin. Marilyn had been to the doctor and
got on birth control after we had a scare and missed two
periods before her monthly cycles commenced once again.
I didn't speak to her other than a nice hello. We walked
to my apartment, but not till I stopped at the mailbox
to delay entering my place as I was hoping the little
gal would give me some indication of what I might
expect. Then in a tiff, let me know she was upset with
me.
"You ruined me... Ted's mother expects me to tell him
about you and I and all that has happened, or she will
before he and I marry. Will you marry me if I simply
drop Ted? You know I was a virgin our first time... oh
what shall I do now? You must marry me, as I can't tell
Ted I was unfaithful and his mother saw me naked and
having sex with someone else. Do you know she is
acquainted with your brother and his wife? She told me
she's calling them and reporting you for messing with
me."
Looking at the girl, I decided it wasn't as bad as I
thought, but knowing she was likely still holding back
her thoughts, but asking me to marry her was a real
trip. Actually I took it as a threat. Plus the idea
Ted's mother calling my brother or his wife struck me as
funny. It reminded me of a teacher calling a child's
parents when their precious little girl or boy was bad
in school.
Thinking to myself, I wondered how one goes about
telling she observed someone having sex, "It was
horrible, but I saw your brother sticking it to my son's
fiancé in the back seat of his car. Her butt was up high
in the air and her buttocks were pointing directly at
me."
Something about the total thing was a trip and for no
other reason than that, it made Twyla being in my house
even better, I reasoned. My complete plan was to have
not only a witness to the scorned girl's expected
tirade, but have a partially glad lovely woman laying in
wait for me to bed her.
Upon entering my apartment, we walked up the stairs to
my unit, plus there was a door at the bottom of the
stairs and the entrance to my apartment was at the top
of the L-shaped stairway. Stopping in the landing before
going up the final steps, I pulled Marilyn to me and
pressed my body against hers. Holding her in my arms
while hugging her gave me a sexual rush as she was
definitely one nice package of femininity.
Slowly in my actions, I kissed the side of her face and
then her lips. Though she had tears, fake or otherwise,
in her eyes I wasn't certain, but her lips made their
normal openness and I soon felt her tongue seeking mine
for a delightful wet kiss. Before this instant I often
wondered what this sexy girl did with a guy that hadn't
shown her the proper way to French kiss. Then I recalled
Marilyn telling me that she had never felt her breasts
kissed or sucked and Ted had never played with her sex
although she had made him go off a few times with her
hands.
"Would you really desire to marry me? I'm older than you
by nine years? Yes, oh yes I know you were my little
red-haired virgin... how could I ever forget something
that nice or such a fact?" and caused me to wonder if
she somehow felt ruined from my busting her little cunt
open and robbing her of her virginity prior to her
saying, "I do" with the man of her dreams.
As I spoke, I commenced removing her clothing. Although
uttering a feeble protest in my undressing her, she
didn't stop me. Marilyn must have decided we would marry
and took my undressing her outside my apartment door a
romantic endeavor on both our part. Assuredly it was
submission on her part to be undressed in a stairway.
When I removed her pantyhose, Marilyn was breathing
heavily and I knew she was ready to be sexually taken.
I opened the door as Marilyn asked, "How soon can we
marry... oh hurry and undress. Let's go to bed and I
want you to make love with me. Tell me, Derek, when we
can be married? Oh I love you so much and..."
First she stopped speaking. Secondly the feisty redhead
stood glaring at Twyla. I could see evil hatred in
Marilyn's eyes and her face was fraught with haggard
layers of disgust and multiply layers of creases as
rages of hostility entered her soul. With a shout in her
voice while standing naked in front of another woman, a
woman this time lying on my sofa in a revealing dressing
gown of silk and lace.
"Who in the fuck are you? Derek, who or why is this
woman naked in your apartment? Tell her we're getting
married and she is to get the fuck out of our home!" and
without considering her actions, pitched her clothes at
me as if she was striking me with a club. The action was
funny, though I hoped the neighbors wouldn't call the
police, who'd find me with two naked women.
Marilyn turned her comments on Twyla directly, "You,
fucking blond haired hussy... get your fucking clothes
on." In a shout of ownership on her part, Marilyn made
it personal and as if it was her home and not mine or
her or mine, in other words, our marriage home, "Get
your whore's ass out of my apartment... Derek and I live
in this home! My gawd, who is she that she is dressed
like a whore lying on our sofa?" and as she shouted,
turned and slapped my face with such force it knocked me
to the floor.
Before I could say anything, Marilyn ran into the
bathroom and crying loud enough Twyla and I could hear
her. The words of she and I getting married was said
between sobs every few seconds. Twyla smiled and asked
if I was satisfied and should she dress? Nodding my head
in an affirmative way and smiling at the charming woman
who the two of us had cuckold her husband many times
over. Twyla dressed and after telling and kissing her
goodbye, I knocked on the bathroom door and told Marilyn
we were alone, that Twyla had dressed and left.
The door opened and Marilyn grabbed my arms and pulled
me to her. Her arms hugged me and asked me to get
undressed and shower with her. Five minutes later we
were showering and her hands manipulate me to hardness
in a short time. Stepping from the shower, Marilyn
spread towels out on the floor and we soon were pumping
each other's sex, one against the other.
While we lay in each other's arms, Marilyn told me,
"Derek... I'm going to have your baby... I'm about two
months pregnant. Had it not been for Ted's mother
finding us together, I had planned on marrying Ted and
then tell him on our wedding night that I was having
someone else's baby. Can we marry this weekend? Please,
we need to marry for the baby."
Saturday evening we were enjoying dinner in a nice
restaurant as a 'happily' married couple in Hagerstown,
Maryland. Sex that night was full of passion to such an
extent that even I couldn't believe I'd ever enjoyed sex
to such a degree of intimacy. Monday morning we arrived
at work together. It wasn't more than five minutes into
the Monday staff meeting that Marilyn's boss broke the
news of our being married.
Tad stood and looking towards me, smiled and shaking his
head, remarked, "Before we proceed any further with this
meeting, it's my pleasure and I'm as surprised as you
will be, but we have a newlywed couple in our midst
today. Derek and Marilyn were married this past Saturday
in Hagerstown. So if they would stand to be recognized;
I suggest we permit them to skip today's meeting and
have the day off as an unofficial honeymoon."
For the next two months things progressed as normal if
such a marriage can thus be described as such. Finally
my curiosity got the best of me, especially when I
determined my supposedly pregnant wife had been having
periods. My knowledge of woman was such I knew some
women bleed during their pregnancy. But when her tummy
remained the same size, I asked Marilyn over a nice
dinner and wine, where we'd enjoyed our first date, "The
truth, you aren't pregnant, nor were you when we
married; be honest Marilyn, my little redheaded winch."
"Derek," she smiled while saying my name, then proceed
to continue her comments, "no, I wasn't pregnant...
aren't paybacks a real bitch. You know I love you and
have since the day you looked down my blouse, up my
skirt and touched my hand in the attic at work.
Something clicked with me that day and knew I would give
myself to you. My darling husband, you, I determined
would be the one man in the entire world to have my
virginity. Had it not been for Ted's mother finding us
together, this would never have come about. I'm a
thoroughly happy woman and bride... I love you. When the
moment in time comes for us to join our bodies, I melt
and can't wait to feel you deep in me. Don't you love me
just a teeny-tiny bit?"
Looking across the table where we sat side-by-side,
there wasn't a doubt in my mind that I wasn't totally in
love with the crazy redhead. Though I at first hadn't
wanted marriage with her, which I recalled was a
favorite topic of hers and she spoke about it being
Derek and Marilyn and not Ted and Marilyn... oh she was
a conniving little winch I discovered. She once told me
that she didn't know how she could live with Ted, let
alone sleep with him, plus have sex with him.
Another thing she advised me of was the possible
relationship with Ted and resenting or feeling him shove
his erection up her body. Rather with me, she started in
a cutesy smile and throaty voice, "I love you pounding
my insides and love you wetting me down." Here voiced
sound as if she was a movie actress in a starring role
of a wife with her husband, and it seems she read her
lines just for me.
Holding her chin in the palm of her hand as her elbow
rested on the table, and the wide brim hat, one of
several she loved wearing, spoke in a total ivory
sounding voice, "Derek, honest, you're all I ever
wanted. Darling, my love for you commenced the moment I
knew you were peeking down my blouse and especially up
my skirt.
My boldness was a new experience for me and I used you
as a sounding board that day to see how far I could
allow myself to go with a man... a man that wasn't Ted.
That day after we finished checking those bonds I wanted
to alone with you. In fact, for the remainder of the day
I thought of our meeting for cocktails... what a cock
tale I got, ummmm, you Sweet and Wonderful Derek."
Shaking my head in her direction and smiling, informed
her, "Tonight my little redheaded lover, I'm going to
part those cute and adorable hips of yours and pay you
back for conning me into marriage. You my dear are to be
butt-fucked for the first time. Anything you care to
add, you con-artist of a wife?"
The look on her face said it all. Yet asked, "Are you
serious... our marriage is down to my letting you... no
being forced by you to... good grief, can I repeat what
you said? You're planning to b-butt... butt-fuck me?
Isn't that perverted and sick... oh gee, Derek, you
can't be serious."
Smiling and patting her face, I whispered, "My little
redhead winch, I have never been more serious in my
life. I can't wait to feel those delightful hips I have
held so many times in my hands and pulled them so your
body fit tight to mine. So, true love shall be ours this
night. 'Nuff said."
The anal experience was all I had dreamed it would be,
and Marilyn seemed to sense how I felt when I filled her
bowels, and feeling her smooth round buttocks against my
groin and lower stomach. Never had I felt a woman accept
anal sex with such an open and trusting experience.
Over the next months life took on a new meaning for me.
I seemed to have fallen deeper in love with my adorable
redhead, Marilyn. One afternoon I returned from an out
of state trip a day early. When I got home, I pulled
into the drive of our wooded surrounded home and entered
through the garage which was open. Marilyn's SUV was in
the garage and a nice looking sporty car was parked
behind her vehicle.
Walking into the kitchen from the garage, I didn't see
nor hear any voices. I stepped into the family room and
before me was an unexpected greeting. My wife was
stretched out on her back in front of the fireplace, and
lying over her and between her freckled legs, which were
reaching for the rafters, was a man. Another man was
suckling at her right breast.
There was a naked Ted resting his back against the sofa
and I could see his cock was coated with semen and
female fluids. It was obvious that Ted had only moments
before felt my lovely redhead take him deep up her sex.
Moving quickly to where Ted was seated I kicked him in
the stomach and then kicked the ribs of the man
straddling my wife. The man nursing at Marilyn's right
boob heard the others shouting and the thump of my foot
against their bodies and he scampered up from the floor
quickly. He grabbed his clothes and tore out of the room
and onto the patio.
For a moment no one spoke, other than Ted and his buddy
grunting loudly from my having kicked them. When my
cheating wife saw me she appeared to have suddenly died.
Her arms and legs fell to the floor as she lay on her
back. Her body looked as if it had turned white in
death. Her natural body color was light and with her red
haired head, and the freckles spotted on her body she
had nearly white skin and she couldn't lie in the sun
for any length of time. Yet the image now of this fair
skinned woman was to me that she turned ghostly white.
Her senses came to her and she cried, "DEREK, OHMIGOD!
DEREK!"
I watched as tears came to her eyes and begin to roll
down her face. Her arms and legs were no longer in the
throes of sexual delights, but attempting to force the
man from between her legs and off her body.
My eyes took in the sight of the man's cock as it pulled
from Marilyn's whoring snatch and it made a funny sound
when it left her gripping hole. In a moment I moved to
where the man was attempting to get up from my wife and
I grabbed his hair and yanked his head backward and then
punched his jaw as hard as my fist would move and
strike.
Perhaps a minute passed during all this, but during my
actions I looked on as the two men, naked and carrying
their clothing ran from the room. After they had exited
the family room I heard a car start and tires squealing
on the blacktop drive.
Curled up in a ball on her side, and where she had just
been having sex with three men was Marilyn. Her body
heaved with each breath and sob she was making sounded
like she was braying like a wild beast. Marilyn's eyes
were closed tightly as tears flowed constantly from her
lovely green eyes. Her nose was leaking sinuses fluids
and for some ungodly reason, I looked at her lower body
and I could see semen oozing from her sex.
With her hips turned towards me and her labium squeezed
together and were sticking out from between her hips and
legs. The knowledge of what I was viewing tore me into a
million pieces and I hated the woman to whom I was
married. Instantly as I looked at the quivering mass of
a female before me I only had one thought, "Conned me...
the red haired bitch conned me!" and to my surprise I
must have spoken my thoughts aloud.
Marilyn spoke in a tearful voice, "No Derek... oh I
didn't con you... help me. Forgive me for doing this
horrific thing... oh my darling... for-for-give, forgive
me, oh please, love."
While she was speaking, Marilyn rose from the floor and
moved to where I was standing. Her arms reached out to
hug me and I stepped back from the embrace she was
after. Instead of accepting my rebuff from her clutching
me in her arms, she lunged at me and took me suddenly
into her arms and evidently clasped her hands and
interlocked her fingers so I was somewhat trapped in her
embrace.
I could feel the body I'd learned to love and want
constantly pressing to me. In my mind all I could think
was, this woman had just willing taken another man... no
I thought; two other men in her body. Evidently she was
willing to accept a third man plunging his manhood up
into her sex. Her face was against my club shirt and I
felt it becoming wet with Marilyn's tears. There was a
strange sound to her voice as she begged me to forgive
her while she was literally entwining her legs and arms
around me.
The pleading of her voice was without doubt real, that
she had committed adultery and wanted forgiveness. From
the depth of my soul I wanted to strangle this woman who
had cuckold me, but there was a love between us and a
funny thought passed through my mind. "You just got
payback for what you did to Ted when you took the
virginity of his fiancé while he was in Nam. Shit, she
conned me and is conning me again; asking I forgive her
for cheating on me. Cheating is one thing, but with
three men at the same time... s-h-i-t, this is just
unreal... she is conning me."
"Honey, come with me to the bathroom... I want to wash
away my quilt. Oh Derek, please... I won't lie to you
about any of this... this was the first and only time
I've done such a stupid thing..."
With the woman still having her legs wrapped around one
of mine and her arms undermine and her face looking up
at me, all I could do was see the tears flowing from her
eyes and her lips quivering as the spoke to me. Why I
did what I did, I'll never understand, but I placed my
lips on Marilyn's and kissed her softly and with as much
gentleness as I could provide her.
Easing my lips slightly from those of my wife, I told
her, "Uh Marilyn, I love you, but oh it hurts... it
hurts terribly and it might have been easier for me to
accept if I hadn't seen you. But three men... oh hell,
Marilyn, I... and one was... Ted!"
Somehow we ended up in the master bath and we sat in the
Jacuzzi tub and for at least thirty minutes neither of
us spoke. Marilyn sat between my legs with her back to
me, while I held her in my arms. Her small hands covered
mine and every so often I would feel her body shake from
what can best be described as an internal sob.
Marilyn turned in the tub until she was facing me and
her eyes were swollen and red from the agony of crying.
Her lips kissed my forehead and then my eyes and the
expression of her asking my forgiveness by these tender
acts caused me to cry a few tears. I felt her kissing my
eyes; catching the tears I was shedding on the tip of
her tongue. Her lips moved to the bridge of my nose and
she kissed there and then across my face and down my
neck and back to my chin and then she was kissing my
lips.
Her tongue was seeking entrance to my mouth and the
adorable and feisty woman spoke words that came from the
depth of her heart. "My Derek, if you leave me... I will
die as my life will be over... how I hate myself for
what I've done to you... silly isn't the word to
describe my actions. That word, silly, would be
something for a teenager to speak. I must say only one
word to reflect my hate for what I've done to you. That
word is deceit. How I could lower myself to cheat on you
my dear Derek, I'm at a loss. What I can say is simply,
I love you with all of my heart, oh Derek, forgive me
for my unworthiness towards you, but I want you
forever."
Without being aware of it truly occurring is hard for me
to imagine, but at some point in time while Marilyn was
speaking, I became hard. My erection entered her body
without either of us holding me, guiding me or anything
other than evidently loving each other. My wife was on
my lap facing me, I felt my cock sliding up into her
body, and neither of us was moving in the act of sex.
There was hotness to her inner sex and I sensed my cock
was cooking in hot water.
For long moments as we sat coupled and felt the tips of
my wife's breasts pressing against my chest. Her breasts
seemed to have grown in size and her nipples were like
hard rocks and they were hot like the interior of her
sweet pussy. Marilyn moved her hips ever so slightly and
it triggered the most intense ejaculation I ever
experienced. There weren't the three to five shots like
normal, but one long ejaculation... and it seemed to
last forever.
With a shrill sound in her voice, I heard my wife
express her own orgasm and she gave me no further need
to not forgive her for her transgressions.
In her attempt to express how it felt to have a man go-
off in her, Marilyn slurred her words as she said,
"Lover, oh my Lover... my Derek... you cummed in me,
love. Burrrr, oh yes, you're my Lover, oh I love your
filling me with your creamy juices."
Marilyn's body shuddered for at least a minute or longer
and I felt her sex seem to quiver. No I thought, it
attempted, if no other word can describe what I felt,
but swear her pussy tried to strangle my cock. Only
after then did either of us realize the length of time
we had been joined together. The water had become
chilled and somehow when I looked at the clock on the
wall, we must have been in the swirling water for at
least two hours. And how long we had our bodies hooked
together I cannot honestly estimate, but it was lengthy.
Later that evening and unknown to Marilyn, I called Ted.
During the call I gave him some important advice, "If
you or your two friends even so much as mention what
occurred between the three of you and my wife, the world
will have three less people alive on it... trust me, I
can and will remove each of you if you even speak about
the matter between yourselves. Never speak to my wife
again or you mother will not have a son living with
her... you will be in some cemetery... trust me at my
word. Ted, I also served in Nam, as a Captain in the
mountains as a Green Beret. You know we are trained to
be silent... I'm certain you understand... Goodbye."
We lay in our bed and I listened to Marilyn's smooth
sounding breath as she breathed in the quietness of
sleep. My thoughts of how only minutes ago I made love
with my wife. Now as I rest next to her I wonder, "Did
she con me again... did she?"
For the next five years enjoyed our marriage. Though the
time I discovered her with Ted and two other men entered
my mind, I would force the issue away. During our life
together as man and wife, I took a position with a large
builder of condominiums. My new employment gave me the
rights to one of the top floor condos at a greatly
reduced rate.
With my vice-presidency position and high six-figure
income, Marilyn and I enjoyed life to the fullest. She
had been upset my new work forced us to move, but she
soon accepted a position in the southern location we
relocated to and fit in her office perfectly. There were
times I needed to travel out of town as projects
developed fast and the need for financial accountability
on my part as CFO was constant.
Within walking distance from our condo were the beach,
and if one wished. The building was close enough that
several physicians living in the condo where we lived
could walk to the nearby medical complex, a part of a
major university medical college. Our condo had all the
whistle and bells and two large adult pools, and one
children pool, drew the residents to enjoy the
atmosphere of the facilities.
Many times I'd go to the adult pool on Saturdays or
Sundays and find my charming wife stretched out catching
the sun. Or she'd be reclining on a chase lounge reading
her latest collection of detective or crime novels. More
and more at the pool, I'd find her engaged in merriment
conversation with one or more men, or another ultra-
attractive female or two.
One time after returning home I discovered a pair of
men's jockey shorts folded with mine in my drawer and
wondered why they were there. A few times I discover
items of a personal nature, like one cuff link, a
necktie and other such men's collection of wearable
things. I started to wonder about the times I was
traveling and when calling home, was unable to reach
Marilyn.
Finally and against my better judgment, I begin arriving
home unexpected and yet didn't discover my little
redhead cheating on me. One Wednesday around four in the
afternoon I arrived home from Denver, two days planned
early and upon entering our condo unit, walked to the
master suite. I found a pair of Marilyn's panties on the
floor by the bed. When I picked them up I discovered
something so personal, that it nearly tore me apart.
The soft cotton shield in the center of the crotch,
which protects clothing, was to my dismay coated in a
thick crusty coat of what could only be dried semen. I
noted the bed wasn't made, but my wife had pulled the
coverlet up over the sheet in a hurried fashion. Moving
the thick silk bedding down to the foot of the bed, I
found not only a few red pubic hairs, but some black
kinky pubes and I knew they weren't mine.
Walking to the bathroom, I opened the laundry hamper and
pulled out a few items from the bamboo unit. Among the
items I retrieved were four pairs of my wife's panties,
two bras and several pair of pantyhose. To my grief, two
pair of her pantyhose had crusted stains in the crotch
as did two pairs of her lacy panties. Needless to say,
one pair of the panties was thickly covered in dried
semen and I wondered how many guys had left deposits in
my wife and had drained from her sex to coat the center
of the Italian lace and silk undies that I knew cost
nearly $125.
Taking each of the items that were stained, I carried
them to the kitchen and taking a plastic grocery bag
from the one cabinet, stashed the items I had
accumulated in the sack. I carried the sack to the
parking garage and placed it in the trunk of my car.
Before leaving the house I made a note on the date I
discovered the items and placed that in the bag with my
wife's lingerie.
Going back inside the condo, I called the private
detective firm I utilized for the company. During my
conversation with Stan Williams, I asked if he was
available to set up hidden video cameras and sound
recording devices for me, personally. Knowing it must be
extremely personal if I wanted such equipment for my own
used; Stan advised he could stop by in about an hour.
Upon Stan stopping by, he asked, "How can I assist?"
Looking across the counter where we were seated in the
kitchen, I told him, "Stan, this is strictly private and
ask you to keep it such. But I need to check up on my
wife. Perhaps it is nothing, but related to him what I'd
discovered on my arriving home a few hours before.
Shaking his head, and saying in a matter of fact
comment, "From what you have found, sounds as if you
have the evidence. Now it's only necessary to bring the
case full-cycle and tie the perpetrator to the crime."
Explaining, "Someone been in my bed, and Stan, I'll be
damn if I'll accept this from my wife. Not only that,
but I want to know who in the hell has been using my
bed. More importantly though, I want to find out who has
been using my wife; or at least parts of her, If she
isn't guilty, then I'll forget what I found, but there
has been problems in the past. So, Stan, this is just an
insurance against getting caught being a cuckold
husband.
"No problem in keeping it on the QT, and I will do the
work myself. I have some equipment with me and it won't
take more than an hour to hook it all up. Both the video
and audio are motion or voice activated units and the
units will trigger the recording devices, also. What say
we look over where you wish to have the units and we'll
see how the ones I have with me will work or if I need
something other than the ones I brought with me?"
An hour and a half later the units were installed. They
wouldn't be noticed unless someone who was well trained
in de-bugging for such devices looked for them, after
being informed the living room, kitchen, master bedroom
suit and Jacuzzi area of the hot tub which I'd installed
on the patio, all the rooms contained spy devices.
The units were set up with wireless transmission and the
recording devices were contained in my locked desk, in
my combined home office and den. I packed some
additional clothes and took them and those I'd taken on
my Denver trip and drove to a Holiday Inn five miles
from my home. One sweet device I had installed was a
listening device with a camera that activated my cell
phone, and it would give me four photos each minute as
well as the voices of anyone tripping the security
units.
Around 5:00 pm my phone rang the Bad Boys ring tone
alerted me someone was in my bedroom. I hit the receive
button and saw my sweet redhead, a black male I didn't
know and a lanky guy who must stand nearly 6-6, and
weigh around 280 pounds. I looked at my phone LCD and
watched as two strangers to me, but definitely not to
Marilyn, undressed my wife.
Perhaps two minutes later I watched as her on all fours
on our bed, as the black dude was getting sucked and the
tall, undersized giant, was shoving a cock to match his
height in the simply matter of length. He was throwing
it to my wife who was begging for more. My eyes observed
the longest cock I had ever viewed being driven up my
wife. The man worked her hard and deep with more than
twelve inches of thick male gristle.
In fact at one point I watched my wife's hand holding
the monster of a cock and knew from the size of her hand
she was being stuck with no less than 14 inches of
jarring cock. Marilyn's moans and cries were restricted
from being uttered loudly, due to her mouth being
crammed full of a very bluish-black cock. That in and of
itself, was assuredly ten inches long and at the least 2
½ or 3 inches across.
For the next half hour I watched as the two men switched
back and forth in fucking her mouth or cunt. Finally I
heard the white guy yell out, "Shit, I'm going to get-
it, oh yeah, I'm cumming... oh shit she is one tight
pussy. Take me baby girl, take me... raghhhhh!"
Looking at Marilyn I could see her eyes seemingly roll
back in her head as she was jammed with a ferrous
pounding of her pussy by the large cock. At one point
Marilyn pulled her mouth off the black cock and
screamed, "Ohmigod yes, oh fuck me... fuckkkkkk meeee...
aiyeeeeeeee, oh yes," and her words were cut off as the
black man had again shoved his cock as deep in her
throat as it would reach.
Even on the small screen of my Blackberry, I could
observe her throat bulge out as the head of the black
cock entered deep down towards the back of her mouth.
Watching and hearing Marilyn as the unbelievable huge
cock shoved up in her cunt, I watched her raise up from
her knees onto her tip toes, while her hands flipped out
and her body was resting on her shoulders. Her body
looked like a 'U' shaped image in the manner and
position it was bent.
To my complete surprise I watched as she fell forward
onto her stomach and as she lay on the bed, rolled onto
her back. Her breathing was short and harsh and I heard
the black man say excitedly, "Shit, look at that Alex,
she is pissing. Damn, you just fucked the piss out of
her, hee-hee-hee-ah-ha!" and there was nothing, but the
truth to his comment.
The lanky guy who had just been identified as Alex
laughed and replied, "I'll be damn; man, I can't wait to
fuck her ass. Does this mean she'll shit?"
Marilyn spoke up in a voice that sounded as if she was
about to die from lack of breath. In a halted way of
speaking remarked, "Please, don't make fun of me... oh
hell, I've had lots of guys over the past five years,
but never one with a cock as big as yours shoved up me.
I - I, oh I can't stop peeing. You can't possible try to
shove that up my butt. Alex, you will split me apart and
I swear you tore my perineum. It burns like all get out
from my urine striking my pussy." and moving her fingers
to her sex, wiped them across the top and bottom of her
vaginal opening.
Pulling her fingers up so she could view them, cried out
in alarm, "Look, oh no, I'm bleeding; oh you've torn my
pussy, Alex! Speaking in excited voice I heard Marilyn
ask the other man, "Shanell, look and tell me if I'm
really hurt and need to see a doctor."
Both men looked at her pussy and Alex made a joking
comment and said to his partner in crime, "Dennis take a
good look at her pussy... man that little cunt is rubbed
raw and it does look like it was stretched so far it was
about to split."
In an hour, I watched as my wife was being eaten by
Alex. After a short time he asked she stand on the floor
next to the bed. Telling her, "Okay my pretty red headed
baby, bend over with the flat of your hands resting on
the bed."
As he spoke he moved behind her and I watched as he
nudged the blunt and overly thick head of his cock
against her puckered anal ring. Viewing the pink ring of
her sphincter as it refused to open to the large cock
was totally without equal. After several minutes I
watched as half of Alex's cockhead pressed within the
muscles of her anus. The cries were definitely louder
than when I first got her virgin ass.
How she took the large cock up her ass-end I'll never
understand, but with no more than half its length
crammed up her butt, I actually felt pity for my wife.
Speaking and complaining to myself, I shouted, "Damn you
to hell you cheating whore of a woman. I hope he rips
you a new ass hole. Shit, your cheating on me again;
damn you Marilyn, you've conned me again you fucking,
cheating whore of a wife!"
Turning off my phone, knowing the scene would be on the
digital recorder in my locked desk. Even that I might
not be able to view as the realization my darling wife
had conned me again. Not only what I was viewing, but
from what she told her friends and the three of them
were fucking in my marriage bed. My mind clicked on
Marilyn remarking proudly, "... hell, I've had several
guys over the past five years..."
That night I got drunk in the motel bar and had I not
become drunk, I might have taken the slightly overweight
cocktail waitress up on her saying she and I could go
for coffee when she got off at midnight. Somehow the
idea of cheating on my wife didn't set well, although I
knew what was going on in my bed. Before going off in a
drunken slumber, I wondered, "Are the two guys spending
the night enjoying my wife?" But I also was smart enough
to know my wife was likely enjoying it more than the
guys.
The next morning I called home at 6:00 am, listening as
the voice of my groggy redheaded wife answered the phone
as if she was still asleep.
"Hello... w-who's calling?"
"Who did you expect to call you this early, your lovers?
I'll let you get back to sleep, but I have to stay over
until Saturday morning and I've got a flight out on
Saturday afternoon. Go back to sleep or whatever you
were dreaming about. Bye" hanging up my cell phone, I
wondered what was going on in my house. I flipped on the
unit and pressed the key that would show me if anyone
else was in my bed.
The answer was immediate and watched my wife move her
head down over the black cock and being kissing and
licking the thick dark and soon hard piece of man-meat.
For five minutes or more I looked on as my redhead gave
a blowjob that didn't end when she wished. To his
dismay, the black cock was crammed down her throat as
the black guy pulled her head onto his cock and using
his hands, worked her head up and down until I could see
he was spilling his cum down her throat.
"Uhhhh, nnnnooooo," Marilyn was trying to evidently say,
Ugh, no, but with her mouth full of cum and black cock
she was forced to swallow the liquid that spilled in her
mouth.
Watching my wife pull her mouth from the thick bone, my
eyes took in the sight of the cock not getting soft.
From viewing the action, I was unable to determine if
Marilyn desired a cock up her cunt or not. Before she
night have been ready, my wife was on her back, her legs
forced apart by the girth of the man's black legs and
his cock was soon buried up inside the pussy that I had
believed was only mine.
The answer if Marilyn wanted the cock to spear her pussy
was forthcoming in moments as she moaned, "NO, NO MORE
I'M STILL SORE FROM LAST NIGHT... OH PLEASE NO MORE!"
and I watched and listened as she was fucked for a good
twenty minutes.
For me, it was pure joy viewing the large man pull
Marilyn's legs up on his shoulders. He hooked then in
his elbows and once he had the small and lovely body of
my wife how where he wanted her, he pound the living
crap out of my pussy. There wasn't any doubt but what
she was getting one hell of a hard fuck. I could see his
hard pubic bone pounding against her vulva and from the
size and length of his cock she was hurting both inside
and outside her cheating cunt. Seeing my wife being
jack-hammered by the thick cock was pure delight. I
hoped like hell she would be sore for a month.
For the total fuck Marilyn received I looked for the
twenty or so minutes she was banged; banged fast, deep
and hard. Her sobbing didn't stop the man from taking
her like he wished and when he told her, "Stop your
fucking complaining... babe, you want to fuck and fuck
you are getting. Hell, I wish my good friend was still
here. Tell me Red, you enjoy having a couple of NFL boys
pounding your tiny little hole? Damn, you do have a
tight cunt, Red. Oh shit, I'm going get my nuts... umph,
ohhhhh, I cummed in your cunt."
Seeing the large cock pull out from my wife's pussy was
beyond belief, as her pussy didn't close immediately,
but the pinkish-red interior was open for my eyes to see
where a black cock had just creamed her. Moments later,
cum started to ooze from her pussy and it closed as if
in slow motion. Once she rested a few minutes, I looked
on as she slid across the bed and sat up on the edge
with her feet hanging to the floor.
One of the nice shots as she sat on the bed was how her
still teenage pointed boobs stuck out from her chest.
Her nipples were full and puckered and before she stood
up, remarked, "Holy crap, you killed me... damn you, why
did you fuck me so hard? My pussy is so damn sore from
last night and that damn Alex is big enough to do a cow.
Uh, oh my poor little hole is sore."
Saturday at noon I returned home and when I entered the
house, found my wife on patio sunbathing in the nude.
Evidently she had expected me later and seeing me walk
towards her grabbed a towel to cover her body. Before
she succeeds completely in blocking my view, I noticed a
hickey on her right boob. In a joking voice I asked,
"Red," using the nickname the black guy called her, "why
are you covering my pride and joy of a chaste wife?"
"Hi Derek, you're home early. I feel embarrassed being
nude on the balcony is all? Want me to fix you a drink
or anything?"
"Nope, what I want is to feel that sweet and warm little
red-haired pussy taking my cock and making me gets my
nuts off in you. God I've missed you sweetie. Would you
like to fuck here on the balcony; no one can see us?"
and I begin to undress. To my surprise and by the time I
slipped off my boxers, I was hard.
Still seated on the chaise, Marilyn continued to hold
the towel in front of her. Finally she spoke in a
hurtful like voice, "Derek, you can't expect me to want
sex like this... out in the open and..."
Before she could finish I pulled the towel from her and
lay it on the floor. Pulling her from the chaise, I
moved her onto the floor and in a second or two, was
driving my cock up her cunt, which for the first time
ever, made an attempt to keep my cock out of its depth.
Telling her, "Open your pussy for me Red, let me up your
tight cunt-hole."
She moaned and asked I stop, but I continued to fuck her
deep and hard and pulled her legs up onto my shoulders
and hooked her arms in my elbows and fucked her like I'd
watched on the phone hookup. Just as I was ready to cum,
I looked down at her and in a voice that I hoped would
let her believe I had put the hickey on her boob, told
her, "Sorry I sucked that luscious tit so hard I bruised
it, Red."
For the first time since I found her on the chaise, she
responded in a positive way and even gripped me around
my neck, then said to me, "Oh honey, that is okay if you
put your teenage boy mark on my titties; hee-hee honey."
We showered together after the sex and I made playful
grabs at her pussy, but did so in a way I knew her
bruised labium or vulva could feel as painful squeezes.
I wanted her to tell me something, anything as to why
her cunt was sore. There was no doubt that I needed to
give my little redheaded wife credit for covering up her
indiscretions. Not once did she sound out in pain, but
her face told me what I wanted to know.
Especially when flipping or pinching her clitoris. Which
I discovered was swollen and extended further from her
clitoral hood than I had ever viewed the little hard
button. After showing, Marilyn asked if I'd like to go
with her to shop for groceries and to the mall. Telling
her no, I wanted to relax and I needed to just sit back
and enjoy life after the hectic week.
Once Marilyn was out of the house, I went to my den and
opening the locked desk, hit the play button on the
digital recorder. Within minutes I watched my wife
entertaining the two football linemen and on video I got
a full view of her being pummeled by the thick and
exceeding long cock of the guy named Alex. Then it
dawned on me who Alex was and who the black player was.
The scene of Alex jamming his cock up my wife's butt was
the damnedest thing of a porn nature I ever watched. I
moved to the recorder and inserted a blank CD in the
unit and hit the PLAY and RECORD buttons and started the
video over. After four hours of the recording and
copying, I turned off the unit and carried the newly
created CD to our bedroom and inserted it in the
recorder.
When my wife returned home, she seemed in a better mood
and I asked what she had purchased. She showed me a new
suit for work and two new sets of lingerie. I helped her
unpack the groceries and put them away and suggested we
walk down the street to our favorite bar for a nice
Johnnie Walker blue. She at first wanted to decline, but
then relented when I made a childish pout and whined
like a kid.
While out we ate dinner and returned home. We walked to
our bedroom and I helped her undress and only made light
caresses of her body, but did kiss her between her
shoulder blades, which for some reason she totally loved
to have done with her.
I helped her lay back on the bed, after she turned down
the covers and we lay on the sheets. Before long I got
up and opened the sliding doors off the patio and
allowed the fresh breeze to enter our bedroom. Picking
up the remote, I flipped through some channels and
finally found one with a tell-all show about Hollywood
stars and this was perfect, as it dealt with one of the
top male actors cheating on his wife. Not only cheating,
but with another man. I jokingly asked would you ever
cheat on me... of course with another woman, Red."
Hearing me again using the nickname Red, my charming
Marilyn asked me, "Why are you calling me Red since you
returned home today?" and recalled 'Red' was the name
Shanell Robertson, the black football guard and giant of
a man had called her. Marilyn wondered if somehow Derek
had discovered her cheating.
"Oh no reason in particular, but hasn't anyone else ever
used that for your name?" and to my surprise she spoke
without thinking when replying.
"Just one guy... uh, uh you don't know him... it was a
long time ago, okay? Let's drop it for now Derek." and
she believed her face turned very pale during the
discussion of the nickname 'Red' with Derek. Something
told her that her husband had found out about her being
with the black man. Yet he must be playing a cagey game
with her before pouncing on her with the fact she
cheated on him once again.
I moved my left arm out and under her neck and pulled
her so she was lying next to me. Actually I wiggled my
body so it was pressed tight against her. Then moved my
right hand down and flipped the CD play button.
Instantly the scene of Marilyn and her two football
players came on our 55 inch LCD screen and she either
didn't want to speak or had yet to recognize what was on
the television screen.
When the three of them were nude, Marilyn begins crying.
Her body shook with total loss of her ability to still
her shaking. A shrill and drawn out cry as if she was
being stuck with a sharp object came from her throat.
Her eyes were on the screen as it was showing her being
fucked by Alex.
"NOOOOO, OH PLEASE... NOW, TURN IT OFF... I CAN'T TAKE
IT ANYMORE... PLEASE DARLING... I'M SORRY FOR..."
Very softly I told her, "No, you aren't sorry, except
for cheating on me and having again conned me as you
have in the past. Marilyn, you've got one chance to be
honest with me, but if you lie, I will use this video to
get a divorce from you. Tell me now, how many guys have
you been with during the past five years. Bear in mind
you have no idea how long I've been recording you having
sex." again I pulled her to me and this time she was
lying over me in a tight grip.
"I... I... oh Derek... I'm not certain... but several...
maybe 25 or 30... I'll never cheat again... forgive me
and..."
"Hush, I know you have a list of each guy... go get it
now," I spoke in my most gentle voice, and watched as
she got out of bed and moved to her dresser. I didn't
really know she had a list, but like most woman, I
assumed she kept some type of log or diary.
She returned holding out her diary to me; I listened as
she looked at the last page and said one word, "35".
"Get back on the bed and lay here with me. Don't speak
about any of this until I can decide what we are to do.
Marilyn, I don't know if I can forgive you or not... no
don't speak unless you want only to make small talk or
tell me about your first ever boyfriend, even if you
were young and all that."
Marilyn moved so she was lying on her side, with her
right leg resting on her husband. Her face rested on his
left shoulder and almost as if it was a common practice,
which it was in most cases, her left hand moved to cup
her husband's cock. Using her fingers she manipulated
his cock until it became hard, and finally spoke in a
delicate and exceedingly soft-hearted voice. "Honey, I
was ten and so in love with the boy who lived two houses
from my parents."
"He was your first love? Was your love one sided... how
old was your first lover?" and as I asked felt her
flinch.
"When I was ten, he was 16 and it was, I guess one
sided. Though he liked to tease me and had me sit on his
lap... he gave me my first kiss and put his hand under
my uniform on day after school as we walked home
together. We had stopped and got into the storm-drain
that ran under the road we were on, and there were no
houses nearby, so no one saw us. I sat on his lap and he
kissed... kissed me on my mouth. When he touched my leg
I wasn't afraid, but his hand was on my skirt. After a
couple of kisses, he said he was glad I liked him. He
never told me he liked me. In a little while he moved
his hand under my skirt and up my leg until his fingers
were touching my panties. I got scarred and started
crying."
I heard him say he liked me and wanted me as his
girlfriend. But I mustn't tell anyone about us being
boy-girlfriends. Once again he was kissing me and I
thought how his fingers were still touching the sides of
my undies. Feeling his fingers rubbing my panties felt
funny, but good at the same time, though I actually
don't remember how he did it, but by the time I knew he
had eased my panties down over my legs, I about died as
his fingers were groping between my legs and touching my
sex. This time when I got frightened, I jumped up and
pulled my panties up and then ran home. Once I was home,
and in my room the phone rang.
It was Howe and he asked if I was mad at him and if he
could come over and sees me. Being a dummy, I said yes
and in ten minutes he was again pulling my panties down.
This time he asked if I would finish taking them off as
he wanted to see what a girl looked like. In fact he got
me to undress completely by saying he would undress and
I could see him naked. For the next few days after
school I would go home and we undressed. Nothing
happened until the day he was laying on me and I guess
it was what I later found out was he cum on me. Gosh,
was I ever scarred and thought I would get pregnant, but
when I didn't I swore to never see Howe again. That was
my first lover."
Looking in my wife's eyes, I asked, "So he was your
first lover? Was he your first love or boyfriend?"
"Uh-huh, my first boyfriend and I guess my lover would
have been a guy named Robert. He was older and I was 11.
I looked like a string bean with my thin legs and all
that going on with me. I hadn't really commenced to
develop or enter the start of puberty, although I had
funny little bumps for breasts on my chest."
Looking at her, I could see my wife was somehow enjoying
this moment of reflecting back on her life. "So how do
you know he was your first lover or boyfriend?"
One day during the summer and the same week I turned 11
years old. You know where my parents live, will it was
even more country and sparsely settled then. I had a
small race like car I could ride around on with a motor
and all that. That day I was driving it around the back
side of our property so I didn't mess up the front yard
and was wearing my bikini bathing suit when Robert
stopped his lawn tractor and got off and walked to the
wooden rail fence between his and my parents' property."
My eyes looked at the woman I was nestled with and I
asked, "How old was Robert? So how did he become your
boyfriend-lover?"
"He was 30, I guess or that is what my mother once told
me. Anyway, we got to just making silly conversation
when he asked if I would like to go with him to get some
ice cream at the drive in like place down the street a
little way, I guess it is about a mile from the house.
You've been there with me, remember?"
"Yeah, but I can't believe your parents didn't object to
you dating or being with Robert, or didn't he have
children?"
"No, he and his wife were splits Ville as my dad called
it, so he was living by himself. Mom had allowed me to
go with Robert before so I didn't see any problem in
going with him. We got the ice cream and after eating
it, we drove back home and we walked down to the creek
in back of my parents and Robert's home. You and I have
walked there many times. Anyway, once we were at the
creek, I jumped in and swam around some and asked Robert
to jump in with me."
"He told me that he didn't have a suit and if he went
swimming he would have to skinny-dip. I laughed and told
him that was okay. To my surprise, Robert told me that
if he went naked then I would need to, also. Then he
told me that he would be in trouble if my parents found
out he was in the nude with me, and I told him about
Howe, and all that. Next thing I knew I was looking at
something a heck of a lot bigger than Howe had between
his 16 year old legs."
"Weren't you scarred about being nude with an older
man... what would your parents have said if they knew?"
I asked my wife.
"No, I kind of thought Robert was handsome and so did my
mother and we joked about which of us would get him for
a boyfriend. In fact over the years I was in high school
and Robert still lived next door, dad was always after
mom and saying he thought she had a boyfriend living
right next door. You know something; I'm not so certain
that wasn't true."
Hugging my wife and allowing my hand to move down and
lightly caress her hip and up her back, I felt her hand
squeezing my cock tighter in her grip as she had been
discussing Robert. Strange things I'm learning from my
little redhead I thought.
Looking deep into her husband's eyes, she was once again
speaking about her first boyfriend and lover. "While we
were in the water, I knew about boys to some extent and
doing the silly girl things would swim under the water
and pretend I was trying to grab his arm to get up above
the water. During one of those occasions I intentionally
grabbed at what I knew was an erection and it was much -
much larger than Howe's and when I caught it in my hand,
and jumped up from under the water and still holding the
hard thing, I heard Robert asking me what I was going to
do now that I'd caught his dickey-bird?
"I giggled and told him I might just break it off and
take it home with me for a souvenir. I will never forget
how he laughed at my comment and when he pulled me
against him I didn't attempt to escape from his holding
me and feeling him using his hand over mine to rub his
thing against my own. After a short time he asked if he
removed his hand from mine, would I continue to rub his
cock against my little twat."
"Are you telling the truth or making this up my darling
redheaded wife?" I asked and watched as she laughed in a
solid sounding response and finally told me, "One thing
you can count on between us and you know I have always
been honest... in my words if not my action... is it
okay to say it like that without you getting mad at me,
honey?"
"Yes, oh yes you are diffidently an honest wife, though
I sometimes wish you weren't so damn honest, my sweet
Marilyn. So go on with your tale."
"So I told him I would do it for him, if he liked me and
would be my lover and boyfriend, or both. Well, he told
me I was welcome to have him as a lover and boyfriend if
that was what I wanted. So I continued to rub his hard
thing against me and I started to feel really funny and
it seemed my body was shaking and I could feel my legs
kicking around like. Finally I asked him if we could
find someplace on the ground and we could maybe lie down
and do what we were.
"Needless to say, he led the way. Once we were behind
some brush we were lying on our sides and I was again
rubbing his thing against my own. Before long he rolled
me onto my back and he said he wanted to rub it for a
minute. I could feel him move it so it was kind of like
in me a little and he made my feel really good and I
guess he rubbed my clitoris and I got off for my first
climax.
"Within a minute after I felt really good, Robert moaned
out, saying, "Oh man, I'm going to cum... gezzzzz
Marilyn, I wish I could shove my cock up your pussy...
I'm doing it now! Marilyn, I'm going-off... aughhhh, oh
man I cummed so good!" that day I learned from words and
personal illustrations what it's like for a girl to get
off and for a boy to squirt. This was so different than
with Howe and Robert did it twice that day?
"Every day when he wasn't working during the summer he
and I played house and what I called boyfriend-lover.
Until I turned 14, Robert would make me get a climax and
I loved him ejaculating all over my pussy. Thank god I
didn't start my periods until I was about 16 or I might
have become pregnant, although Robert never did more
than shot off in the edge of my pussy. Now you know my
life history, and at 16 I met Ted and that is all I can
tell you. Do you believe me? Besides, you know darn well
you popped my cherry the first time I went out with
you."
My arms pulled the lovely redhead over on me and I felt
her settle between my legs and press her sex firmly
against my erection that I got from hearing her tell of
having an older guy squirt his juices in the edge of her
pussy. In as soft voice as I could use, I told my wife,
"Marilyn, you must either tell me right now that you
will never cheat again, or as I like to call it, con me.
Otherwise, we are finished as a couple. You mean much
too much to me and I don't wish to ever share you with
anyone. Sleep on it if needed, but by morning I want an
honest answer from you."
"Derek, oh Derek, make gentle love to me until you are
ready to go-off, then I want you to bury your cock deep
in me with a hard and jarring shove and squirt your cum
in my unfathomable and bottomless pit of my sexual core.
I have learned something tonight I never knew before.
Speaking of my life as a young girl has allowed me to
understand something only now I understand about our
relationship. Derek, until you listened to me speak of
my early sex experiences, I only believe you got me from
Ted and that was the only way you loved me.
"You got my virginity. You didn't cheat another man out
of it as I always thought from the night you had that
woman in your apartment and she was nearly naked and
drinking my wine. Now I know it was a group of stupid
mixed up feelings of you that caused me to give myself
to other men. Trust me; I'll never-ever share my body
with anyone but you my darling hubby."
Just as she made her comment I buried my cock as the
cock-masters would say, I shoved my cock up my wife's
cunt, balls deep! Hearing her grunt and moan out, "Holy
mother of all... Derek, I love you, fill me with your
juices and give me another hard fuck!" and I did as she
asked. I made another hard brutal jab of my cock up her
tight sexual path and I felt my balls seemingly burst
apart as my cum rose from them and out of my cock.
For what seemed to last forever, but I know was less
than a minute, Marilyn was uttering indecipherable and
mysterious sounds and not one word could I understand.
Her arms and legs, all four were pointing skyward
towards the ceiling and were shaking. I felt her stomach
muscles seemingly moving like an old fashion machine
that bumped and rolled fat from a person's buttocks.
Feeling Marilyn's tube-shaped vaginal canal grip my cock
was something I'd never experienced until that moment in
time.
Marilyn cried, "I CUMMED, OH DEREK AND I CUMMED,
DARLING!"
Something during the night I awoke feeling chilled as
the cool night air was coming through the open patio
doors. Then I heard the phone ringing and looking at the
red dial of the digital clock noted it read 3:48 and I
thought, "There is no way I'm going to answer that damn
phone.
Just then I felt my wife moving and she moaned and
asked, "Would you mind getting your big fat body off my
little teeny one? Who in the hell is calling at this
hour?" she added. Then the answering machine came on and
a female voice asked, Hey Marilyn... you awake... its
Stephanie... you know Steph, you little sister. We just
got back from Rome and wondered if you could pick us up
and put us up for the next few days. Mom and I have been
enjoying the world of Europe... you there?"
I handed the phone to my wife and busted up laughing as
I felt our juices had dried together and at first
resisted our coming apart. Saying in a low voice, "Tell
my cute sister-in-law you and are joined together with
dried cum," and I busted up laughing. I felt my sister
pushing against my stomach and chest as she tried
holding the phone between her shoulder and chin.
Finally Marilyn pressed the speaker button and I
listened as Step laughed and asked, "Gee, you two having
sex in the middle of the night... what have you been
doing that cum dried between you?"
The look that rose on my wife's face was priceless and
wished it was on tape. Then I thought, hell, I've never
turned off the recorder and camera here in the bedroom.
How boy, what all have I recorded?" I wondered.
Telling my wife, "Ask my darling and sexy mother-in-law
to take Martin's Carriage and if the driver has trouble
billing it, tell him to call me. I'll pay the charge and
tip through the company account we use for VIP
arrivals."
Getting out of bed, Marilyn and I took a quick shower
together and as I washed her back, I eased my fingers
between her legs and used them to rinse out her slick
pussy. Chuckling as she asked me to be gentle, that I
had been brutal in responding to wanting a hard driving
cock when I shot off.
While Marilyn slipped on a peignoir set, I put on a pair
of slacks and a club shirt, and slipped on a pair of
deck shoes. When I was dressed I walked out the kitchen
where my charming wife was getting ready to be a first
class hostess. She was brewing some lovely aroma of
Hazelnut Coffee, and had pulled a frozen bear claw
pastry from the freeze. Placing it in the oven, my wife
looked exceedingly perky and deliciously lovely in the
gown set and it was ivory with a ruffling of lace that
was emerald green that matched her eyes. Looking at her
I wondered if she had conned me once again.
Two days after my in-laws arrived, Marilyn and her
sister went shopping at a nearby Neiman-Marcus. My
mother-in-law, Tina, who I knew to be 54, but looked
more like a woman of 40 as she was dressed in a loose
fitting top, a pair of shorts that on most women over 40
would look horrendous.
Studying my wife's mother and her shapely form as she
carried both of us a Johnnie Walker blue over ice, I
wondered if her pussy would be tight like that of her
daughter. I couldn't help enjoying the view of her
braless breasts and could see through the thin material
of the blouse she was wearing. Her nips were pointed and
her breasts didn't have much sag, if any. I wonder if
she' a boob-job, thought I had heard Marilyn speak of
such. One thing was certain; my mother-in-laws lungs
were exactly the mold that my dear wife's was crafted
after.
Allowing my eyes to move down her stomach and waist and
where the zipper was hidden behind the flap, I viewed
how the shorts were definitely tailored. The bottom of
the short's crotch showed a slight crease that had to be
the result of the material parting her labium. My eyes
took in the fact the legs of the shorts reflected they
weren't long and the bottom of the legs had might be
considered bell-bottoms.
There wasn't the first blemish on the stately appealing
legs and when she turned and I could view the back of
her thighs, I saw not one hint of cottage cheese, and
one thing I did notice was how the freckles on her legs
matched those on my wife's delightful legs. Hearing
someone ask, "You checking me out; if so, see anything
you'd like?" I realized Tina had caught me starring at
her. From the sound of her voice, she was neither
chastising nor teasing me. Rather, it was obvious my
mother-in-law found it nice someone younger could find
pleasure in her body.
Uncertain how to reply, I smiled weakly, hopping it
would suffice for a response. Instead she eased to where
I was seated and lightly tapped the side of my face with
her finger tips. Smiling at me Tina remarked, "Somehow I
believe my three-piece, corporate, son-in-law is
checking out the old lady of the family. Your starring
at me so intently might be the medicine I need to make
me feel like a teen once again."
Smiling as I allowed my gaze to move from her feet, up
her legs and across her body and lastly to view the
smooth skin of her face, I told the attractive female
standing before me, "You're actually an overly
attractive woman. How can I say to you, how you appeal
to me without it sounding I'm hitting on my mother-in-
law. Tina, you have a charming and pleasing look about
you. From a standpoint of beauty you are right there,
and from a sexual point, let me say it bluntly, I'd love
to be the lucky guy to buff you for a one timer or a
long weekender."
"Derek, since my husband's heart attack three years ago
and passed away, I've felt so out of the norm. The trip
with Stephanie to Europe helped, but I'll be perfectly
honest, I need a man. No-no, I'm not asking you to come
on to me, though I must admit it is enjoyable to see
your eyes watching me with such attention. Honesty,
please, so tell me Derek, am I appealing?" and she stood
less than a foot in front of her son-in-law.
Allowing his eyes to bore there way through the blouse
his mother-in-law was dressed in; he focused his stare
on where her nipples would be under the garment. Keeping
focused on her with complete intent in wanting the
lovely older version of his wife to know his eyes were
locked on her breasts and specifically her nips. Slowly
the front of her blouse point outward and the fairly
large nipples he knew were hiding beneath the blouse
grew hard and punched against the fabric covering them.
In his mind Derek visualized the puckered and hard tip
of Tina's mammary gland and knew for a certainty his
stare caused his mother-in-law to respond sexually. He
could see the small knobs on her breast became an
erogenous zone, wanting his lips to kiss them, his mouth
to suckle and love them. One thing was certain, Derek
knew the woman before him was day-dreaming or simply
desiring he suck and bite the enlarged tips of her firm
milk glands till she begged he take her as a man takes a
woman needing sexual fulfillment.
The strangeness crawling through her body as she
observed her daughter's husband starring at her breasts
caused her sex to become damp. She spoke once more,
telling her son-in-law, "I've been trying to change from
my conservative ways of dressing or how I intermingle
with others. One thing I tried and I believe
accomplished, especially in Europe where no one knew me,
was to be flirtatious and my style of clothing so I was
more sexual appealing. I know from seeing your eyes
checking me out that my decision to not always wear a
bra worked, although my body responded from your looking
at my breasts and the ends are HARD. But you know how I
looked and acted after living with Austin all those
years so I need to change. Tell me to do whatever is
necessary... anything or do something..."
One thing was certain, of that Derek knew without
question; when a woman is as open in her speech as Tina
just was, she wanted him to make a play for her. My wife
and her sister will be shopping until five or six this
afternoon, so there is plenty of time to work over my
mother-in-law and there is no doubt she wants dorked.
For the moment Derek determined to continue with how he
was playing with the attractive woman standing so close
to him, that he jokingly told himself he could feel her
breath covering him.
His eyes left her face and once more enjoyed viewing her
hardened nipples pushing against her blouse. Slowly he
moved his eyes over the area of her stomach and then to
her waist and down over the zipper of her shorts. Before
his eyes he could view the indention of her shorts as
they eased into the folds of her vagina.
Derek wondered if she was wearing panties from the way
the shorts eased into her female sexual crease. From
what he could see, he knew she had on some form of
panties. They had to be a thong or something that didn't
cover a lot of skin on her hips, stomach and sex. Then
he recalled how his wife had lately been wearing the
French cut style of panty and they looked sexy as hell
when she paraded around the condo in nothing but them
and a bra.
"Yes, Tina you are a lovely and desirable female and if
you can maintain a secret, and I can tell you now, I've
never cheated on my wife... n-e-v-e-r, and I mean that
totally and truthfully. If you are serious about, as you
said, "...anything or do something..." then show me a
sign. Give me a positive indication you are serious
about wanting..." and before he could finish his
sentence, his mother-in-law seemingly fell on his lap
and was kissing him.
Her lips pulled away for a moment and her eyes remained
closed as Tina asked in a soft voice, "Will you find me
terrible if I... if I do it... with you and we both must
keep this a secret. Good grief, oh Derek I want to be
held and..." and once again her lips were on her
daughter, husband's lips and she eased her tongue out
like a snake hunting for the scent of its prey.
"Let's go to the room I'm sleeping in... is this
wrong... will I go to Hell for wanting and having sex
with you?" and walked into the room she was using for
her two weeks visitation. Tina turned and looked at the
only the second man besides her husband she had been
nude before or shared her body with.
She unfastened her blouse and as she did, felt nervous
in her breasts being seen by her son-in-law. Then the
garment was off and she decided not to take anymore time
than necessary, especially in fear she would turn
chicken and leave the room. Her hands unbuttoned her
shorts, then eased the zipper down and slowly took them
off. Now the woman was at a point of no return and her
hands shook as her fingers caught in the waist of the
lace trimmed silk French cut panty and eased then down
her legs. She stepped from them and picking them up,
laid them with her other garments.
For Derek it was a view of what he would be seeing when
Marilyn was the age of her mother, or so he hoped.
Before him was a female with slightly larger breasts
than his wife, but the shape, color and freckles seemed
to be a carbon copy. What give him a delightful view was
the fact Tina's nipples were exactly like her daughter's
when stiff with need and passion. They were puckered up
tight and he wanted to kiss and suck them with all the
suction his mouth could provide.
Looking at her pubes, he saw the same sparse growth,
although Tina's pubic hair had grown higher on her
stomach. It grew within a few inches of her naval and it
was trimmed so her labia was visible and yet she allowed
the hair to grow from the outer side of her pussy lips
to her legs and even onto her upper thighs. Seeing her
pussy lips, Derek thought how this was the first time he
ever saw a woman keep her pussy trimmed so her labium
and the opening of her cunt was visible amongst her
maiden hair.
"Now that you have drilled me with your eyes, don't
leave me standing here naked and you fully dressed...
besides, before I turn and run, you need to remove your
clothes and... take... fuck me, damnit, Derek!"
Within seconds he was undressed and his erection was
pointing toward the older version of his wife. If what
she had told me was true, hells bells, this woman hasn't
been fucked in over three years. While thinking about
how long it had been since Tina was last fucked, he
reached out, pulled her onto the bed and immediately
begins sucking her nipples. When he kissed and tongued
her pussy, he heard the woman take a deep breath and
then shudder and sob out her release.
"Ugggghhhhh, yes, I'm getting off... ummmm, Derek I
can't stop coming... you must take me now... yes,
ohmigod you're going in me! Aiyeeeeeeee, oh yes, oh yes,
now give it to me hard... oh it has been so long and I
need you and want you to... f-fuck meeee!" and her body
shook as her arms and legs hugged the back of her son-
in-law.
For the next ten minutes Derek enjoyed feeling the
heaving body beneath him as he stroked her pussy and at
times only worked the head back and forth in the
entrance of the pussy lips, and then he suddenly drove
his cock hard and deep into the welcoming woman. Then he
felt his balls ready to explode and he cried out as he
ejaculated, "Oh hell yes, oh Tina you feel so good, I'm
getting my nuts, baby... aughhhh!"
Feeling and hearing Derek shout out his release, Tina
rolled her hips up and back and grabbed her ankles so
her legs were spread wide as her legs were pulled back
over she and the man taking her. Her voice was shrill as
she noted her own release, "Now Derek, now... give me
your seed, oh fill me with your cream... I'm going off
with you... ohmigod it feels so good to go-off... it's
been so long since I have felt this... augh, oh yes, I
cummed again! Work it like that... Derek, I think I'm
going to get off again... oh yes I'm doing it... I
cummed again... give me you cum... oh Derekkkkk!"
Feeling the woman twisting and turning her body in
various directions gave me one hellua great fuck and
become hard for the second time just hearing and
experience a woman working her body like a slippery eel.
Feelings in some ways give more sensations for me when I
ejaculate than simply getting my nuts. I'd never felt
any woman clamp her pussy around me like Tina was doing.
In fact, the desire was there to ask her to educate my
wife and her daughter, how to make her pussy clamp down
on my cock like a steel trap. Never had I enjoyed such a
tight feeling encompassing my cock. From where the shaft
joined my body to the end where the slit was centered in
the head of my dick, I thought I was in a hot juicy
vice.
After getting of the second time, I was breathless and I
loved feeling the overwrought woman who had curled up
over my body and was pressing her cum oozing pussy hard
against my upper thigh. My mother-in-law was breathing
hard as she nestled on me, and I loved when she brought
her left nipple to my lips and asked me to suck on her.
"Um Derek, lick and suck my nip... yes, oh yes, like
that... bite it gently. No, not that gentle... oh that
hurts, but I like that... suck harder... yeah, suck
harder... gawd how I love feeling you do that. No one
has ever touched me back there... oh yes, push your
finger in further... suck my tit and finger my butt for
me... aughhhhhh, oh shit!" and Tina felt a finger moving
in and out of her anus like a cock does to a pussy.
"When I get hard again, how about I fuck your sweet
little ass, okay Tina? You have a virgin butt... you
must as you just told me no one had even touched it
until I just did... may I butt-fuck you pretty lady?"
and I felt my cock becoming erect from the knowledge I
was about to plug a virgin ass.
Perhaps five minutes passed and I was fully erect. Tina,
though reluctant to let me do her ass, moved onto her
hands and knees. As I moved behind her it was assuredly
frightening for the charming woman to have her first
anal experience. I watched as Tina's nervousness showed
by the quivering and hunching of her body as my cockhead
moved against her sphincter. Looking at the reddish-pink
tinge of brown muscles of her anal ring, I pushed gently
at the closed ring. Excitement ran through me as I was
about to conquer an older female's virgin asshole. A
virgin anal ring that soon would grip my cock shaft and
seconds only passed as I observed the head of my cock
slip inside Tina's ass.
Her body humped upward from her hands and knees and her
arms fell onto the bed and only her buttocks were raised
up from the sheets. Tina was beyond any feeling in her
body at that moment in time as a male organ was working
its way up her rectum and she loudly moaned out her
feelings of being wounded from the painful insertion of
a cock up her butt. "No, oh hell Derek... you're
splitting me apart... nooooo, ohmigod; you are killing
me... aughhhhhh... wait... wait and I know you are all
the way in me!"
There was nothing but absolute truth in Tina's comment,
and I felt her firm rounded buttocks against my pelvic
area. Even the sensations of my bag and nuts striking
against her pussy gave me wonderful pleasure as I worked
my cock back and forth in her gripping anus. For ten
minutes or so I worked my erection up her ass.
When I pulled out of her butt, the sight of her
sphincter muscles gripping my retreating cock was pure
heaven. One thing I loved about butt fucking was to pull
my cock all the way out of a woman's ass and observe how
her anus remained open for a brief period of time and it
always amazed me to see how the woman's butt-hole
remained open and looked like a black hole. Many times I
wondered if this was how scientist developed the name,
black hole for the far reaches of our galaxies.
"Never have I felt such a combination of pleasure and
pain as I'm receiving from my son-in-law doing my ass,"
Tina thought as the thick cock moved in and out of her
butt. She wondered; though she knew the answer, and
decide she must know the truth and asked, "Derek, do...
do... you... do this... with my daughter? Does Marilyn
enjoy b-butt-fucking? I know it's not fair to ask such a
personal thing of you, but oh hell, this is the most
perverse and enjoyable sex I've ever experienced. Hump
me harder and deeper... yes, oh Derek, fuck my ass hard.
Spank my butt while you fuck my ass."
They got out of the bed an hour later and climbed into
the shower and enjoyed washing each other off. Looking
at the handsome man in the water with her, Tina reached
out and hugged his waist. Her voice was soft and sounded
as if she was singing a melody as she spoke. "You must
make my daughter very happy... tell me the truth... have
you ever cheated on Marilyn before now? If you don't
wish to answer, tell me it is none of my fucking
business. God-damn, my pussy feels sore and I can tell
you this much, I don't want anything up my butt for
another year. You are large, aren't you?"
"You are the first I have been with... and let me tell
you, you feel and act like your daughter... there were
times when I thought you were Marilyn. My only wish is
to hope you enjoyed this as much as I did." and he
reached out and pulled the shapely woman to him.
By five o'clock that afternoon, the carnal activity was
repeated once more between the mother-in-law and her
daughter's husband. They didn't take time to undress,
and in fact, Derek had walked up behind Tina and pulled
the muumuu style Hawaiian dress to one side and as the
older woman leaned over, Derek took her in a doggie
fashion. When he went off, Derek jammed his cock deep up
the woman. Tina yelled so loudly that each decided the
people thirty stories below must have heard her yell of
being jammed full of a young cock.
While sipping on Pina coloda, Tina said something that
surprised him. "You will never know how much I loved you
for busting up Marilyn and Ted, and I remember my
husband and I discussing you must be the right man if
you could separate her from the pansy-assed idiot. You
are most likely unaware that your wife is a very wealthy
female, as are Stephanie and I. My dear hubby and I knew
without question that Ted only wanted her money. How did
you bust them apart?"
Wondering if he could tell her the truth, he finally
asked, "Do you want the truth, regardless of how it may
sound or seems to you, Tina?" Derek asked.
"Hit me between the eyes if you must, if it's too
personal make it guarded and protect my little girl,"
and laughing heartedly, added, "me as well if need be."
For the next half hour and just before the sister
returned, Derek told how he had gotten with Marilyn and
captured not only her heart, but her virginity on their
first date. He looked at his mother-in-law's eyes and
saw they had a tinkle to them. She giggled like a school
girl and told him, "You were her first... heck, my dear
hubby and I always thought one of our neighbors, who was
named Robert, was the lucky one to have her first. I
guess she was still young at the time so he held back...
the idiot."
Laughing like a teenage boy, Derek told his mother-in-
law, "Have you ever watched a male and female dogs as
the sniff each other out, well, I won't tell you the
whole story related to me. However, Robert did more than
sniff, but he never split the cherry tree. Please
whatever you do, don't speak to my darling wife about
what I've told you, okay?"
Tina laughed and replied, "You have a deal... I may not
want sex again for another three years. Then again,
maybe the two of us should find a motel room tomorrow...
whatchuthunk?" the attractive and older woman replied.
Tina wondered if she could take another cock in her
pussy from the sore feeling she felt between her legs.
Her mind was unable to recall enough of the details of
her first time to have sex, but she didn't believe she
felt as sore then as she was from the pounding her pussy
had just experienced and she had to admit, enjoyed
tremendously... with a younger male.
"Could be fun and what if we invite the two sisters
along, you know those charming daughters of yours?" and
he saw a concern look cross Tina's face.
"Derek, I'm not certain, but I believe Stephanie is a
virgin... and if you can believe it, she must be the
only virgin who is 30. Again I can't say that for a
certainty. She stopped dating once she commenced her
doctorial studies and completing vast shaft of papers
making up her dissertation on nuclear fuels for space
travel. Anyway my dear son-in-law you're a funny, but
loving man. Can you picture me and my two daughters
naked in bed with you?"
"You damn well better believe I can picture just that!"
and Derek busted up laughing.
During the remainder of the time Tina and Steph visited
with us I could never get alone with my mother-in-law,
even when I asked we get a motel room for a wild day of
sex. Hearing you tell me, "Look stud muffin, my little
hole is still sore... let me rephrase that, both of my
little holes are still sore from your jabbing that
monster up me,"
Once we were alone and back to being what I considered a
normal couple, I had a feeling my wife was cheating on
me. Yet she never appeared on my home video units.
Thinking, maybe I should hook up cameras and audio
recorders in her SUV; I called Stan and asked he place
units in her vehicle. His advised I have a GPS unit also
placed on the vehicle and it would be able to transmit a
signal to a special recorder to track her vehicle
wherever she drove.
A week later Marilyn's car had been bugged and I sat
back and waited and hoped beyond all hope that nothing
would show up to trap my wife in any infidelity acts. I
wanted my marriage to work, but five days past when the
signal showed up on my computer that the recorders had
video and voice data for me to review.
That night shortly after midnight, I sat in my home
office and flipped on the units and watched the first
footage that had been recorded as nothing but my wife
going to and from work, and the store. Then the screen
showed my wife stopping the car in front of an apartment
building I didn't recognize. In only seconds the
passenger door opened and who should appear on the
screen but her oversized cock friend, Alex. For an hour
I listened to them talk about their time together, and
then I watched my wife open up her side fastening dress
and expose her nakedness to the man with the large cock.
Knowing this was too much for me to accept any longer, I
planned my revenge. My company had just signed a deal
for major developments in China and I was offered the
position of COO for the newly created Beijing office.
The contract to build in the area outside the China
capital, and other locations called for 50 high-rise
units, plus several and yet to be determined apartment
complexes.
Knowing this was my chance to get even, I took elaborate
pains to ensure nothing got back to my wife about my
future plans. First I sold the condo, which was in my
name because of my ties to the company, and they had
first digs on re-purchasing the luxury unit.
For the next four weeks I traveled to Boston and visited
Cambridge each trip. While on 'unofficial business' in
the city, I arranged to visit with my lovely sister-in-
law, Stephanie, who on my first visit to her apartment
met me at the door in a robe, and kissed me gently on my
face and lips. Over the visit she asked I stay with her
as she had an extra bedroom, so it wouldn't be a
problem.
Once I unpacked, I mentioned that I might be best if she
didn't tell her mother or sister, especially her sister
as she was exceptionally jealous and I would be accused
of any and all kinds of 'incestuous' romps with you, her
own sister.
Hearing Steph laugh at that idea, she agreed it might be
best as she knew that Marilyn had been exceptionally
jealous of Ted when they dated. Plus, another boy named
Jay had dated Marilyn and when she caught him with
another girl, she actually gave both Jay and the girl
named Beth, black eyes.
I hooked up concealed cameras in the room I stayed in,
and set up scenes that would record me and Steph on my
bed. Though the first two times were innocent, it was
obvious that my sister-in-law was lax in keeping her
robe shut and many views of her well trimmed pussy or a
few times, he boobs were displayed to the cameras.
During the third trip to Cambridge I couldn't believe it
when Steph entered the room right after I had showered
and I was still wearing the towel wrapped around me.
Even more exciting was the fact my sister-in-law was
displaying nearly all of her body in the lace and satin
short nightgown and what looked to be matching tap-
panties. When she curled up on the bed and asked if she
could watch TV with me, I jokingly commented, "Only if
you sleep with me tonight."
To my utter amazement, I listened to my sister-in-law
remark, "I'm... Derek, I'm a v-virgin and I'm being
honest. You won't try anything... okay, but I've never
slept with a guy before. Perhaps a half-hour passed
before I was holding a naked and lovely 30 year old
virgin in my arms, and all I could see was a copy of my
wife and younger version of my mother-in-law. To me,
this was surreal, and slowly I commenced to nurse at her
breasts and then to lick, kiss and enjoy feeling the
virginal juices ooze from Step's pussy and onto my
tongue.
"Ohhhh, Derek, we best stop... I've never felt anything
like this until now. You won't tell my sister... oh
please don't tell her. Will it hurt like I've heard it
does when you do me...? I'm so afraid of sex... that is
why I've never been with a boy or man..."
As the lovely woman was speaking I rolled over on her
and soon was spreading her legs with my lower body.
Using my hand, I guided my cock to her sexual passage
and rubbed it up and down between her labium. Every so
slowly I worked my cock into her body until I felt her
draw back and make a slight yelp, and then I eased my
cock forward once again.
This time when I pressed against her hymen, I listened
as she told me, "Gosh... oh Derek... that hurts," and as
she spoke, I shoved forward in a quick flip of my body
and tore apart her virginity.
"Ho, oh gosh that hurts... rrrraaaggghhhhh, oh Derek
wait... please wait a moment till I get used to feeling
you in me! My god, you got my virginity, oh Derek, oh
Derek, I'm glad it was you who did me my first time...
augh, oh gee it hurts when you work back and forth like
that!" and for the next ten minutes I fucked the no
longer virgin woman of 30 years of age, my wife's
sister.
To me, I was even for all the cheating my wife had put
over on me, and each time she had pleaded would be the
last time. All I could think of was how my wife conned
me over and over, and how many times I had no idea.
Somehow the number, hundreds, rolled across and through
my brain.
During my fourth time to take my lovely sister-in-law, I
busted her cherry butt and thought how I had gotten
there cherry asses from mother and two daughters, and
two cherries from sisters. Using some high quality
recording equipment, I edited the video and sound
recordings into one three hour disc and continued
plugging my sister-in-law, who flew to met me wherever I
had to travel on business to wrap up my affairs with the
company prior to moving to China.
I set up and signed divorce papers and left them with a
good friend and divorce attorney, including copy of the
CD I had made of Marilyn and her lovers. He was aware of
my affairs with Tina and Stephanie and laughed at my
using this as a way to get even. Finally all of my
personal things were packed in four hours by a
professional moving company while my wife was at work.
Once they were loaded and taken to a ship that was
scheduled to leave port at 6:00 PM that evening, I was
ready.
I left a note on the entrance way stand, along with the
CD of my being with her sister and mother. Plus I
included a sexually explicit copy of the video of
Marilyn and her friends enjoying carnal delights. I was
proud of the scripting I had added to the bottom of the
video of her and her boy-toys. The choice of wording on
the CD of her mother and sister having sex with me was
priceless, and I caught any and all references about her
that her mother or sister had spoken and added it for
emphasis on the screen image of our fucking and speaking
of my wife.
I had a delivery service take copy of the CD of my wife
cheating on me to her mother's home, and her sister's
new place in Chicago where she had taken a very high
figure of income. I would love to have watched them as
they observed their family member getting tailed.
When the plane landed in Beijing, I was met by my number
one assistant and possible president of the development
company I'd sit up once things were rolling. Also on
hand was an exceptionally gorgeous dark-skinned woman
who I knew was 34, single and divorced for the past five
years. I had read her resume and found she had two
children, but looking at the svelte figure of René
Wonhawski it was difficult to believe she had ever given
birth to one child, let alone two.
From reading not only her resume, but looking at the
secretive and highly confidential investigation report
prepared for my eyes only by Stan Williams. I found it
interesting the woman went against the norm, turning
custody of her children over to her husband without a
single legal issue. Having read the report, it was duly
noted not a single shred of derogatory data turned up
during the background investigation, except for some
videos. There was a single notation at the end of the
report only Stan and I knew the meaning of, DGC. Which
stood for and simply meant, don't get close.
Stan clipped a note on a separate envelop saying to call
him upon receiving this data analysis. This was how he
always titled an investigation report so anyone who
might see the note, wouldn't have any idea of what was
passed between he and myself.
Once I was settled in the first class accommodations of
the large apartment complex that would be my home, I
wandered through the four bedrooms, noting each bedroom
had a full bath, and another bathroom was off the
hallway. The dining room was furnished with excellent
china and all the dishes to complete a seating for
fourteen. The modern kitchen was equipped with
restaurant size units for cooking.
I loved the separate den and office, with a separate
full bath with a Jacuzzi and a well stocked bar, that
looked as if it was imported from some old English
tavern. I walked back to the dining room and sat down at
the table. Picking up my secured phone, I called Stan.
When his secretary answered I simply remarked, Derek
here.
After a small chat to ensure no one picked up on the
lines or a flashing light would come on if anyone was or
trying to tape in on the call, or listening. I asked,
"How soon can you arrive for a briefing and bring your
bug gear. By the way Stan, you mentioned in an earlier
conversation I should call you. What do you have?"
"You might not like what I've turned up. Two days ago I
obtained a video tape made during a certain individual's
college years. Part of the tape was shot inside a strip
club in Honolulu. There's a separate tape, actually
another one might show up in a day or two and is
Hollywood produced. Not X-X-X, but X-X-X-X. I might add,
the acting is worthy of an academy win from the
exceptionally explicit movies according to info passed
by my operative."
"You haven't viewed the video, but your operative has
and made a positive ID on the subject? Is that the jist
of your report on the new tapes?" I asked. Somehow I
hoped it wasn't true or my start here would be hellish.
Stan wasn't providing graphic details, but his next
words were all I needed to hear. "You might wish to hold
up on personnel announcements. By the way, your wife
knocked - no, pounded on my door yesterday morning. She
might be considered pissed to no end. Let me rephrase
that, she is PISSED. Say it all in caps. So is her
mother and sister, but they aren't as mad as the woman
who my operative handed over a divorce request too.
Anything I should do on that one?"
"Yes, take her out and stick a bully club up her snatch.
Even if it's your own, I won't give a damn. You might
like redheads, just not long term. Okay see you in a few
days. Maybe we should meet at the Chinese Palace in Hong
Kong. Sound okay with you?" as I hung up the phone, I
played back Stan's call.
Whoa, I thought, hearing again about the future
development president and realized I needed to watch and
listen closely during our dinner engagement tonight with
my close corporate officers.
How in the hell did she get this far and not trip up?
Who's covering for her? Supposedly she's from one of the
finest Jewish family in New York City and her father and
grandfather are politically connected, all the way to
the WH. Something is fishy on this hiring. Is this a set
up or how did this super rich and ultra-attractive woman
pull off such a personal cover-up over the years?
Pulling the packet back from where I had pushed it, once
more I read the words and then a thought came to me.
Hell, I remember a Wonhawski from when I was in Iraq and
he was a CID boy and I wonder, is there a tie to René
and what is it, if so? Picking up the phone, I called
Stan on his red phone.
When Stan answered, I asked, "What is the subject's
husband first name? Determine if he was Army CID; I
might know him from my military days and if he is who I
think, I got his ass busted from the service. Check him
and her upside down for family ties and I mean even a
virgin maiden aunt or queer uncle. I might know more on
this guy than I thought, and especially her. You have
the key to my safety deposit box, so check out the CD
marked JJW-02 and look it over carefully. Got it my good
friend?"
"Got it boss man... you want I should open a branch in
Beijing?"
"Might just want that... contact our dear buddy Harry in
DC, understand my good friend?" and no doubt Harry would
filter it out and tell Stan to go China international as
he wanted with his PI firm. Hell, he was already in
Hawaii, and operating in the Philippines, Tokyo, London
and Hamburg. I need to get out of the rat race and
retire and just find virgins to fuck, I said before
hanging up with Stanley.
Dinner was formal and first class and I wasn't surprised
when I observed my new friend René moving the name cards
around before we were called into the dining room for
our meal. I was seated at the center of the table and
with the lovely woman on my right; I could sense
everyone was noting she must be important to be seated
next to me and as my right hand person. More than once I
felt her knee or leg brush mine and even her hand would
at time 'accidentally' touch my body in one place of the
other.
By the time everyone had left and I was walking back to
the living room as the staff hired for catering the meal
was finishing up, I looked on with surprise as René
walked from the hallway bathroom. "Sorry Sir, I got sick
and got stuck in the bath until I was clear headed and
certain my stomach would embarrass me. Am I forgiven for
being the last to leave?"
"Not to worry René," and playing the game, asked, "Would
you care for a nice crème DeMint with me? I find they
settle my stomach," I remarked as I took her by her
forearm and let her to the beautiful bar in my private
office.
"Why how nice... but shouldn't I leave?"
While speaking to me, I felt her take my hand in hers
and pull it to the edge of her left breast, not enough
to crop a feel, but enough to act as a promise of things
to come. Thinking to myself, "Regardless of what Stan
advised I just might nail this delightful piece of ass
to my sheets tonight.
Helping the attractive woman up on the bar stool, I
watched her legs part because I'd moved my right leg to
ensure she would expose her legs. This caused the tight
cocktail dress she was wearing to slip up her thighs and
expose the material of her panties. Plus it was easy to
view the lace tops of her thigh-high stocking. Not once
did I allow her to know I'd seen her panty crotch and
the white skin of her thighs above her stockings.
Yet I placed my foot on the bar stool rung and keep it
so her legs were forced to be parted. If she wished to
embarrass her host and ask he move his foot so she could
put her dress down, she would need to admit being
somewhat of a floozy. So far there wasn't any indication
I was aware of her improperly displaying her body to her
highest ranking superior.
Without moving, I picked up the bottle and two of the
six glasses directly before us and poured the smooth
green drink. While speaking with the lovely woman I had
to admit, her legs were perfect and from the 'V' cut of
her bodice; I could see her breasts weren't encased in a
bra. The dress had cups in it to give it a nice fit over
her boobs. Every so often, I watched René move as if she
hoped I would move my foot so she could tug her dress
down over her knees.
By now her squirming around on the stool had caused her
dress to rise higher up her legs and finally I 'happened
to notice' that her small panty was displayed. Plus it
had crept to one side until now a thick muff of shinny
black pubes was displayed. Smiling as if I was joking I
remarked, "My dear René, you have very attractive
attributes displayed. Are you attempting to seduce the
new head of China Corporate Operations? Without being
bold in my comments, you have nice qualities that I'm
certain we can work with."
"Ugh... jeez Derek, I mean, Mr. Morris, forgive me for
exposing my body as I have. I didn't know how to ask you
to move your leg. Should I ask or is it okay the way I'm
seated? Or, and hope I'm not speaking out of turn, but
should I show more? Would you like me to remove my
dress? I don't know what to say or how to act since my
divorce, as I'm what my Jewish momma calls, being
chaste. I've never been this bold until now. My Jewish
ancestry doesn't permit such conduct; my mother preached
that to me all my years of school, college and single
life till I married. After my divorce she once more
lectured me on my conduct."
"René, why don't you show me the proper way a sweet
innocent Jewish divorcee acts around a single man. Or
soon to be single man. You won't tell will you? From
what I can view, there is a dark spot to you I'd
thoroughly enjoy knowing more about. Catch my drift?"
jokingly I added, "There seems to be two exceptionally
long limbs attempting to hide from me. Not only are they
long looking, but I note two other round, firm and high
set items are unable to show themselves to me. You, my
Jewish princess, do as you wish as a refreshing virgin
divorcee." and chuckled loudly as did my guest.
Still seated on the bar stool, I watched as my uninvited
stay late guest reached behind her and I could tell by
her movements she was unzipping her dress. In a short
period of disclosure, I believe would be an appropriate
word, two round and implanted updated breasts were
pointing in my direction. Without hesitation, she moved
from the stool without asking I move my foot.
Moving like a gymnast, René made some fantastic moves to
enable her removing the cocktail dress she was wearing.
Before she removed her panties and stood proudly
displaying her delightful looking crop of thick black
pubic hairs. With a large smile on her face, and her
hands on her hips, I watched and listened as the lovely
creature of womanhood stepped forward and asked, "So
shall we engage here or move to a place more easy for
the Lover's Dance, which some call fucking?"
"Your way with words must have helped you advance in the
company, but what if I said I was impotent?" and even I
had to laugh as I felt her hand reach out and clamp on
my erection.
"There are some things a man shouldn't lie about, and
sporting a nice long and hard cock, while saying he is
impotent is one of them. Take me bed; it's been a long
seven months since I have enjoyed a man between my
thighs."
Somehow I doubted what she was telling me. I was ready
to do the mattress bounce with this brainy adorable
female. There was no need for preliminary foreplay to
get other of us ready for sexual combat. She lay on her
back and I climbed between her luscious legs, slipping
my cock up her wet anxious cunt. We fucked like a
teenage couple who'd teased each other for the past
three hours pretending to watch a movie. While cropping
feels until the show ended and they got to the girl's
home basement rec-room.
Perhaps I set a record for going-off, but it didn't take
more than five minutes until I sprayed my cum in her
welcoming sex. René was already wet as she was dropping
her juices as we shouted our releases at the same time.
Within thirty minutes I was having another go round with
this acrobat sex partner and if she hadn't been a pro,
she missed her calling at one of Nevada's cat houses.
Her long legs moved in so many directions I wondered if
she wasn't part octopus.
It was strange to wake up, find the bed empty and
instead of a nice female body to pull over and enjoy, I
found a note on the pillow where René head should have
been. The last thing I remember after our second round
of sex was her curling up with me and as I tried to
sleep, she was snoring lightly. At the time I wondered,
"Is her snoring what got her divorced?"
Meeting up with Stan in Hong Kong was enjoyable as we
had known each other since working special ops together.
He had been Air Force and I Navy and yet we teamed up as
if we had trained together forever. First he briefed me
on Marilyn and he apologized for what he had to tell me,
but it seems my wife wanted to embarrass me and fuck my
good friend. My buddy swore he didn't, even if she was
to tell me later she had. One point that was funny was
hearing him tell how she was in his office and undressed
and said if he didn't tell her where I was, she would
yell rape... right after they got it on.
She is going crazy and her attorney is telling her she
must move or the sheriff will evict her body and soul,
plus her things if she isn't out within another five
days. "Derek, I've gotta tell you, that wife of yours is
one very pissed-off female. I have no doubt that she
would shoot you if she finds you. Anything else on the
home front you want info on?"
"Not at the moment, but I assume you have info on what
you have on my sex partner, René? Why are you looking at
me like that... what do I need to know?" and as I asked
I watched a smile cross his face.
Stan laughed and replied, "You've bedded her... she is
good, huh? I have three movies for you. Actually two
movies and the other are made up from stolen scenes from
who knows what or who made the videos I got them from. I
didn't bring all the tapes I used, because there are
about a hundred. Your little dark haired friend is well
connected and there are scenes from DC, Hollywood and
politicians from all over. Even bank execs from Wall
Street are a part of this woman's life. Yet she has
never been mentioned or subjected to police
interrogations."
"So what should I do with her... after I view the
videos?" and I watched my good friend's face change to a
serious look as I asked my question.
Shaking his head as if he was clearing it prior to
replying, finally spoke in a language I and he
understood. No real points in his comments, but one
point was somewhat hidden when he spoke to me in a
serious tone.
"Three people need to take a night time boat ride. Only
two should return. Oh and by the way, I will sweep your
house first thing tomorrow morning. What time will you
leave for work, as I want to be there before you leave?"
René, Stan and I got on the nice sea going cabin cruiser
without it being possible anyone could know what we were
doing. Stan's equipment was so good he got no signal she
was wired when the three of us met for a drink. Stan had
reported back on his findings on the sweep of my
apartment and he found a bug and video recorder at the
back of the bar. He advised that no one had removed the
recording devices as of yet, so he took them.
We were out in the darkness of the night and the water
was thick with chum floating and drawing the attention
of sharks. Stan and I had just enjoyed our sexual round
with René, and she had taken us on like it was her last
fuck. It was, and it was terrible seeing her fall
overboard and the look in her eyes as vicious and hungry
fish closed in on her. I shouted to her, "This time it
didn't work, sorry about that, but you are one good
fuck."
Life settled down in Beijing and after three months, I
called Marilyn and told her she shouldn't fight the
divorce, as I have some very interesting video tapes of
she and the cute guy named, Willis. Hearing her first
deny knowing anyone by that name, I told her she must
know him very well and, "I guess his fourteen year old
girlfriend is extremely jealous. You know I hear his
mother watches him like a hawk. Yet, for a fourteen year
old boy, he does have some things going for him... in
and out, I might add."
After hearing my soon to be ex chastise me for having
sex with her mother and getting her sister's virginity,
she was ready to kill me, or so she said. Then she
laughed and told how the three of them enjoy watching
the videos of me and them. I was offered a repeat with
each of them, but it had to be a foursome.
Laughing loudly as I spoke on the phone with my ex, I
said with glee, "No, no my dear Marilyn, you have conned
me for the last time. Bye."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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