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Cindy and Her Impotent Husband
by Stephanie Keating (no address provided)
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They were in each other's arms, the driving, pulsing
passion of my 24 year old wife and her 17 year old
nephew. (M/F-teen, wife, cheating, inc, underage)
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I just can't get it up for my 24-year-old wife. She's
so horny all the time. Surprising relief and
excitement when she tells me about her fantasies one
day and then her fantasy lover walks in on the scene.
OMG! I was shocked and so aroused. More please!
STORY = There's no long preamble to this story. I've
fucked up three marriages and I'm older than I'd like
to think, although most of my friends are much
younger. I guess it's been a way for me to cheat the
feeling of aging.
Cindy too was a way to cheat the feelings at first.
She's 24 years old and a girly girl, full of fun and
frivolity. As a friend first she was an innocent
playmate—but oh! so sexual in a kittenish way. She
would kiss and tell in a moment. I don't think it was
with many people, but my age offered her security to
tell all.
One night over dinner she simply said that she didn't
want to wait long before marrying and that she didn't
believe in the myth of finding her soul mate. For her,
someone she could learn to love and feel secure would
be enough. Within half an hour I'd proposed and she
said yes.
It wasn't until we were saying goodnight that I told
her my ability to be aroused was a 10, but my ability
to perform was pretty close to zero. "That's okay,"
she said, "We can figure out the fun together." She
had in mind curing me of my dysfunction and we made it
work with lots of oral sex that we were both always
hot for.
What was unexpected was how horny Cindy was every day—
without exception. It was only a matter of degree. She
works part time mornings and I work full time in
marketing. I earn enough money, so Cindy's part-time
contribution is for her job satisfaction as a graphic
designer.
It wasn't and still isn't unusual for her to amorously
meet me at the door and draw me into sexual play. On
occasions she is glassy-eyed and face-flushed with
sexual passion. And so it was one day about six months
into our marriage. We are just coming up to our first
anniversary.
That day, five months ago was unforgettable. Ray, her
17 year old nephew was staying with us for a couple of
weeks. He'd arrived a few days earlier. He's a lithe
young man; academically brilliant and searching out
the possibilities of a couple of local universities.
I arrived home my usual time to find Cindy as horny as
I'd ever seen her. She was coming from our bedroom as
we met. Glassy-eyed and almost in a sexual swoon, I
could smell her hot, musky-sweet sex as she rocked her
pelvis into mine and met me with her moist, hot lips.
Whimpers and hot breath were her begging invitation to
be brought to orgasm.
I responded and slipped my hand up her skirt. Sweet
fucking Jesus! She was sopping wet through her
panties. Her slick juices smeared the soft skin
between her thighs.
"Christ! You're so fucking horny today!" I declared.
"Mmmmmm-Mmmm," Cindy murmured, her lips locked on
mine.
"What's going on?"
She detached from my mouth with a coy giggle long
enough to say, "I've been playing with myself all day;
I couldn't keep my hand away from down there."
Even I got hard at the thought of my sex starved Cindy
with her hand and fingers insatiably working at her
sweet, sweet pussy. I worked teasingly with my own
fingers now, giving a little but not too much. If she
got too eager with her rocking pelvis, I withdrew my
touch enough to notch up her passion another level. I
was receiving too: Cindy's fingers that were smeared
with her juices were in my mouth and over my face
making me smell and taste like her cunt.
By now we were on our bed and I was coaxing her
fantasies out of her; but it was anything but fantasy
that got her started. She told me she hadn't gone to
work that morning, but that Ray had got up thinking
himself alone in the house. From our darkened bedroom,
the dresser mirror was so positioned that she could
see across the hall through our door ajar into Ray's
illuminated room.
Cindy said that she'd watched him return naked from
the shower and then lay on his bed masturbating
slowly. She shyly admitted to masturbating herself as
she watched and matched the frenzied rise to her own
orgasm as Ray spilled his load in a groaning climax of
his own.
"He made a bit of a mess on the sheets," she said.
"How do you know?"
"I went in there to see after he left the house."
I was still mercilessly teasing her pussy.
"Did you touch it?" I asked her. She moaned and turned
her head to one side, gasping and biting her lip in an
attempt to hold back: "I knew it! Did you touch his
sperm?" I demanded gently. Cindy nodded, still biting
her lip, her eyes tightly shut—still withholding. "I
know what you did!" I leered. "You tasted his cum,
didn't you! Tell me!" My fingers teased the nodded
affirmation from her.
She could tell from the loving and erotic rhythm of my
fingers that the information was good: "You don't
mind?" Cindy purred and rocked her hips to my touch. I
was so fucking hot and trembling, I could barely gasp
my answer through dry lips. I bent to kiss the lips
and tongue that had tasted her nephew, an answer she
could not mistake as anything but passionate approval.
"You've been thinking about him all day?" I queried--
"Fucking fantasies?"
"Mmmmm-mmm," she answered, her body undulating in a
sinuous rhythm. She attempted to impale herself in my
fingers, but I withdrew the immediate gratification
she sought.
I was turned on like never before and the eroticism of
her 17 year old cousin fucking her attached itself to
the most intense desire I could ever have imagined.
"It's got to be real, Cindy--you and Ray."
"What!" She asked, startled into a place close to
rationality.
"Shhhhhh, girl, shhhhhh! Close your eyes and imagine
all those nasty things you've been thinking about all
day." I worked my fingers like a poem. Her body
responded to her own dirty thoughts and my skilled
touch. And then again, like someone trying to awake
from a dreamy pleasure,
"But…my sister; my mother…. God, what would they say."
"Don't worry about that, honey; I'll take care of
everything. Don't worry." Just then, we heard the
front door open and Ray ask, "Anybody home?"
I'd kept Cindy on the edge of orgasm for so long, she
desperately wanted me to finish her. I knew with
certainty what needed to happen. And as I pulled
myself loose to Cindy's whispered protestations. I
insisted, "Don't move. Just stay there. Okay?"
"Okay," Cindy replied, trembling with excitement and
uncertainty.
Ray was flopped in the living room: "I've got a little
problem you can help me with, Ray."
"Sure. What is it?"
"You're aunt's in the bedroom not feeling so well. She
didn't go to work today and accidentally saw you
masturbating in your room." Ray blushed scarlet.
"Don't worry. Neither of us minds. It's just that
watching you made her real horny for you…" I waited a
while: "She needs you to fuck her with your hard cock.
Me too--I want you to bareback my wife and spill your
sperm inside her… Do you think you could do that?"
I was looking at his pants and saw an erection
stirring. I laid it on: "Your aunt has a beautiful
body. She's lying on our bed waiting for you to
undress her and slide that beautiful cock deep inside
her." I reached forward and wrapped my hand around the
hardness of his cock under the thin material of his
pants. I teased him with a few slow masturbating
strokes.
"you've fucked a girl before?"
"Mmmm-mmm."
"You think you can fuck your aunt—my beautiful wife?"
"Oh! Yeahhh!" Ray said breathlessly. "I was thinking
about her this morning in my room. I think about her
every day."
I walked Ray to our bedroom and pushed the door slowly
open. Cindy lay on her back where I had left her, her
right hand over her womb, her fingers just above a
slightly bunched up skirt at her crotch. She'd
definitely been playing with herself while I had been
with Ray. There was an awkwardness that filled the
room, but undeniable sexual tension too.
"Cindy, honey, I need to tell you that Ray was
thinking about you this morning in his room, at the
same time as you were thinking about him. He's been
wanting to make love to you for a long time."
A moment passed before Cindy smiled an uncertain smile
and lifted her hand in invitation. Ray didn't
hesitate, but gently slipped onto the bed beside her.
Then they were in each other's arms, the driving,
pulsing passion of my 24 year old wife and her 17 year
old nephew making oblivious any other considerations—
family, my presence, morality. I quietly cruised the
circumference of the bed and masturbated the first
hard-on I'd been able to maintain in a decade.
I watched Ray slowly undress my bride and she him. I
watched Ray's formidable erection play at the lips of
my wife's glistening pussy—her pelvis tilting to
receive him; the head and then the shaft of his cock
make a deep entry into my beautiful wife's receptive
body; the sounds of intense pleasure that they sang to
each other in the primal tongue of lust; the ragged
spasms of orgasms that sent waves through Cindy's
womb.
Not a word uttered about protection—this was a given
of sex unconditional; Cindy needed, wanted Ray's sperm
inside her. I knew through it all that everything both
of them desired of each other, I desired too—equally
as much as them.
They never changed from the missionary position at
all; but it was incredibly beautiful. Ray came like an
animal and my incredible wife met him in whatever
timeless place it is that two lovers meet in orgasm. I
was in a position to watch Ray's beautiful cock
spasmodically spilling his sperm into my wife's body
and even the subtle spasms of her orgasm deep inside
as it milked the juices from his cock.
I tell you now, I never thought it could have
happened. I'd never desired it; but no sooner had Ray
withdrawn his cock from my wife than I was between her
legs licking and swallowing the mess of their sex
together. Cindy and I spent an entire night of bliss
together afterwards—but that's another story.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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