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Subject: Husband part 3
From: jimcougar@earthlink.com (Jim)
Date: 1997/01/29
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Subject: Repost by Request: Husband 3
Date: 15 Apr 1995 13:04:30 -0400
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HUSBAND (Part 3)
by
Alcibade
"That's enough for now, Linda; stand up. Put it back in your pants,
Peter." I stood as Peter re-arranged his sticky cock into his pants.
"I
think I would like some ice-water, Peter. Would you like anything,
Linda?"
I shook my head. Peter stood up between us; his face was flushed and
he
avoided my gaze. "Go into the kitchen, but don't bring my water until
you
are called. Linda and I have a few things to discuss."Peter left, and
I
stood there before Charles, feeling uncomfortably like a shy little
girl
rather than a grown woman. He didn't move for a moment, just looked
me up
and down. Slowly, he raised his right hand. He put just the tip of
his
forefinger lightly to my lips. Without thinking, instinctively, I let
my
tongue slip under the tip of his finger, licked the underside gently,
then
returned it to my mouth. The briefest of smiles flickered in his
eyes."Suck
it," he said. I opened my lips, took his finger in and began to suck
on it.
As I stood there in my own home before this stranger, my hands to my
sides,
slowly "fellating" his finger and looking into his eyes, he spoke to
me.
"You're a brave and kind soul, dear Linda. And while we both know you
are not "pure," there is a sublimely innocent aura about you.
Believe me,
that is a rare thing, indeed. If I thought for a moment that what I
am go-
ing to put you through would corrupt that, I'd leave this instant.
But I
think you will survive it."
He closed his eyes briefly, then gently cupped my chin as my lips and
mouth continued to work on his finger. "Your husband is another
matter. I
would share the worry I sense you have, except that I suspect he is
more
resilient than you suppose." He withdrew his finger suddenly and
stepped
back a pace. "Pull your panties down to just above your knees, and
hold the
hem of your dress above your waist."
I did as I was told. Standing like that, I began to feel the
first
twinges of embarrassment. He looked at my exposed belly, groin and
thighs
for a little bit, then walked past me. I heard him seat himself at
the
sofa. I stood there, my backside exposed to Charles, knowing I had
not been
told to move. There was total silence. I closed my eyes, wanting
some-
thing, anything, to happen. "Leave the panties at your knees, but
drop the
skirt and come here." I released the hem of my dress, then turned and
walked, awkwardly, to him. He sat with his legs splayed and his hands
folded behind his head. I stopped at the edge of the sofa, between
his
knees. "Kneel down and take my cock out. Never mind unbuckling my
pants,
just undo the zipper." I knelt down and reached for his zipper. The
bulge
of his erection was big; very big. I unzipped him, pulled the top of
his
shorts down through the opening, and reached in for his cock. He
adjusted
his hips a bit, and I finally managed to work it free. I'd never
seen any-
thing like it. Long, and thick like an oak stump, it was wrapped with
gnarled purple veins from the base to just below the crown. The crown
it-
self was a huge, juicy, mushroom-cap that perched atop the rod like a
fat
balloon. I was mesmerized, and found myself gently running my fingers
over
the veins and around the incredible tip. "Yes, I know. I've gotten a
few
positive comments in my time. It's hard to believe, but you WILL take
all
of it. Stand up now, Linda, turn around, and have a seat on it." I
rose,
turned, and raised my skirt again. His hands grasped my buttocks and
guided me down. As they cupped around my bottom, his fingers spread
me
wide. I knew I was soaked. The tip found the center of my cunt as I
drop-
ped my skirt and put my hands on his thighs. I started to settle down
slowly. Suddenly, Charles gripped my waist and impaled me totally
with one
sudden jerk. I gasped and closed my eyes tight. I'd never in my life
felt
so stretched and so full. As the huge tip plunged up into me, it hit
my
cervix like a bell. My whole body jerked reflexively. Charles took
my
shoulders and leaned me back against him. "Sorry. I forget myself
some-
times in certain positions. Did you know, Linda, that compared to
body
weight, the human penis is the largest in the world? From an
evolutionary
point of view, it's strongly selected for. Men with large cocks are
that
much closer to the cervix and, therefore, much more likely to
procreate."
No, I didn't know that. What I DID know, however, was that if he hit
that
spot again, I was going to go through the ceiling. I started to move
my
hips, but he stopped me. "Don't move. Adjust your dress around us so
that
anyone seeing us would not know for sure whether we were connected.
Keep your legs together and leave your panties around your knees." I
straightened my dress primly around us. The only sign to the casual
observer that anything was out of the ordinary, other than me sitting
on his
lap, was my exposed, half-lowered panties.
"Peter, you may return," Charles called out. As Peter came
around the
corner, he hesitated momentarily when he saw us. He stared for a
second,
then moved to the side of the couch and handed Charles his glass of
ice-
water. "Thank-you, Peter. So, the question is, do I have carnal
knowledge
of your wife or do I not? It seems most likely, doesn't it? On the
other
hand, she could just be sitting innocently on my lap." Peter's eyes
went to
my panties at my knees. Charles followed Peter's gaze and smiled.
"Yes,
there is that. But that's only circumstantial evidence. I suppose
the only
way to be sure would be to raise your wife's dress and have a look
see. But
that would be rude and untrusting of you, wouldn't it? I have a
better sug-
gestion. Look at her face, Peter. Look into her eyes. You've lived
with
this beautiful woman for several years. Does she have the look of
having a
mature cock buried in her cunt, of being penetrated by a stranger like
a
simple whore, or is this just a friendly, innocent little lap-sit with
a
nice man?" Peter looked into my eyes. I tried, but couldn't mask the
lust
I felt or the flush in my cheeks. He smiled briefly and looked back
at
Charles. "I would say there's nothing innocent going on here at all,"
Peter
said slowly. Charles laughed and put his hand on my forehead. "But
you
must be mistaken. This is the face of an angel. Are you suggesting
that
your wife, the love of your life, the sweet young girl you married and
who
has pledged her soul to you, now sits in your very living room with a
strange man's cock up her hole, in front of you no less? What has
happened
to the innocent Linda, the little-girl Linda of your dreams? Is this
really
happening, Peter?" The sarcasm dripped from Charles' voice. In the
mean-
time, it took every bit of self-control not to begin moving my hips;
the
feeling of being penetrated and not being able to move, not being able
to
"fuck," was almost painful. Peter didn't answer, just stood there
waiting.
"Put some nice music on for us, Peter. Then have a seat at the
other
end of the couch with that fat book you were reading when I arrived.
I
don't want you to pay any attention to your wife and me for a while.
In
fact, I don't want to catch you with your nose out of that book at
all."
Peter moved to the CD and put on a Brahms violin concerto, then
sat at
the end of the couch and took up his book. Charles leaned close to my
ear
and licked the inside with the tip of his tongue. He whispered
lasciviously. "Sweet little slut of mine. Remember that whoring is
shame-
less when done with a pure heart. Forget the man at the end of the
couch
who sits there not knowing how truly deep I am in you. In the next
few
days, the times when I and other men fuck your cunt, your ass and your
mouth
will seem to go on forever. I will use your body as I choose, then
give you
as a gift to other men. I will not forsake you, though. My cock will
be
home, the one place where you will seek sanctuary when the others have
abused the freedoms with you that I have granted them. But the
easiest
part, the truly special part, will be the many times you watch and
help in
the prostitution of your own husband. Imagine how sweet it will be to
see
the man you love, the one man more than any other that you associate
with
"masculine," being fucked by other men as he has fucked you, as others
have
fucked you. How sweet, in fact, that he will learn the feminine
pleasures,
the pleasures of submitting, pleasures that you could tell him about
but
that he would never understand; could any wish be more loving on your
part?"
The whisper had grown louder. I suspected, but was not sure, that
Peter
could hear every word. As he "whispered," Charles began slowly to
fuck me.
Drawing his cock out, then pushing it in slowly, so slowly the
anticipation
was indescribable, Charles softly told me what I was to tell my
husband.
"Darling," I said. "I want to watch as you suck Charles' cock.
I want
Charles to fuck you as he's fucking me now. I want to jerk you off,
to suck
you, while he humps your ass. I want..." Charles suddenly put his
hand
across my mouth. "I think that's sufficient, Linda. He has the
idea." With
that, Charles began to seriously pound into my bottom. I closed my
eyes and
felt his cock, like a tree limb, ravage my stretched vagina. I was so
wet,
the sloshing and slapping noises grew to an obscene level. I opened
my eyes
and glanced at Peter sitting quietly, his face red and buried in his
history
of the Civil War, crotch bulging. I arched my back as the first wave
of my
orgasm rolled over me. Charles was holding my head in his hands. I
leaned
forward as he released me, and put my hands on my knees until, shaking
and
shivering, the last of the orgasm dissipated. I couldn't tell if
Charles
had cum or not.
"Well, Peter, I guess that settles the issue; there certainly
isn't
anything innocent going on here. And I'm glad you decided not to look
up.
It's best you couldn't see the look of true abandonment and animal
lust on
your wife's face while I fucked her." "And what a great fuck your
wife is,
Peter Tight little hole, too. Too bad her cunt's not used to a
fairly
good-sized cock, like mine. I'm sure she's going to be sore for a
while.
Once they're broken in, though, it doesn't take much to keep them used
to
it."
Still leaning forward, I was trying to get my breathing back to
normal.
Charles had put his hands under my dress and was caressing my
buttocks.
Whether he had cum or not, one thing was certain: he was still rock
hard.
In fact, he started to raise and lower my ass with his hands. "Put
the book
down, Peter. We need to address Question of the Day #2: Did the
nasty old
man with the big pecker cum in my wife or not? Just think, all that
yucky
sperm from someone you don't even know, sloshing around in wifey's
pussy
even as we speak. How awful! How disgusting! Don't you just feel
terribly
degraded, Peter? I know I wouldn't stand for it. But there you sit,
your
cock still in your pants like a sissy, listening but not even being
allowed
to watch your own wife being reamed out right next to you. It kind
of
makes me wonder about my own sex." Charles was once again bucking
hard into
my bottom. I leaned forward even further and grabbed my ankles.
Suddenly,
he stopped. He raised me up the length of his cock and the tip lipped
free.
A shudder ran through my body as he pulled out. He sat me back down
on his
lap with his cock running up the length of the crack of my ass. I
noticed
Peter had looked back down at his book. In one violent and
unbelievably
quick motion, Charles reached behind me, grabbed his glass of ice
water, and
tossed it in Peter's face. "WAKE UP, PETER!" he barked, his voice
like iron
and steel. "This is life, you asshole, not a story. I'm fucking your
god-
amn wife. Here, Linda, turn around and take it in your mouth." I
quickly
stood, a little frightened, turned, knelt and put my mouth over the
head and
down it's length as far as I could manage. As I worked the tip,
Charles
began to masturbate. "Don't swallow what I give you, wifey. Keep
every
drop in that sweet mouth of yours." He arched his hips and shot a
long
stream of cum that hit the back of my throat. I had closed my palate
off in
expectation of that and didn't gag, but a few strands of semen fell
down
onto his belly. He pushed me back and off his erection. "There. Now
kiss
Peter and give him half. I want to see you swallow the other half,
Linda."
I quickly moved to Peter, put my lips to his, and opened my mouth. I
passed
what I thought to be half of the load Charles had given me to Peter,
then
swallowed the rest. That half-salty, half sweet taste went straight
to the
back of my throat. "Good girl, Linda. Your turn, Peter. You're sure
as
hell not going to spit it out. Get it over with and swallow it like a
good
little boy. Take your medicine." Peter swallowed, then made a motion
with
his throat like he was about to gag, but kept it down. I was still as
horny
as I'd ever been in my entire life. Part of me felt sorry for Peter.
But
another part was enormously aroused by the idea of what had happened
and
what was going to happen. This is your fantasy, my love: live with
it. I
know I was beginning to enjoy it immensely!
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