Black Goddess..By Aaron

It was a week before Christmas and I had taken my last mid-term of the Winter semester, while I was confident of doing well; I was nearly brain dead and couldn't wait to get home for some rest. And despite it already being a bit late, I was surprised to find nearly a hundred of my fellow university classmates at the platform for the street car. Everyone knew the routine and once the doors opened, everyone would rush into the bus and be crammed like sardines. I was on auto-pilot at this point, as I would try to ignore my surroundings and rest as I stood in the crowded street car. I didn't even notice that there was a person standing in front of me until I began to hear some distinct soft moans.After a few minutes, the person turned around to me and moaned for me to push a little bit harder. It was then that I discovered that the person was a beautiful Black goddess, Penny. And while I had never dated a Black woman before, I began to feel energized as my cock began to throb and within seconds was a raging erection. I did as Penny wanted and pushed my groin hard against her buttocks. I was for matters, dry-fucking Penny as we rode on the bus. Our fun continued while standing up until we reached a bus stop when a single seat became available. I thought Penny would naturally sit down, but Penny insisted that I sit down as we could share the seat. I didn't know of what Penny had in mind until I sat down and she sat down on my lap.Penny surprised me a few seconds later, as she wrapped around my neck and kissed me. Penny gave everyone in the bus including me that she was my girlfriend and not a person I had never laid eyes on prior to that evening. After the kiss, Penny introduces herself to me and commented of feeling a bit horny as instead of a mid-term; Penny had attended a party and not accustomed to drinking liquor. And while part of me wanted to get Penny home and fuck my Black goddess; I didn't want to take advantage of Penny and asked if she wanted to get some dinner. Penny answered by giving me another kiss where she slipped her tongue into my mouth and allowed me to taste a hint of alcohol Penny had drank from the party.Penny then whispered if I wanted to eat something, or eat her pussy. I couldn't believe my ears, as I had never even dated a Black woman before and here was a Black goddess who was offering herself to me. I answered Penny by kissing her and slipping my hand under the hem of Penny's suede skirt before running a finger against the crotch of her panties. Penny was a bit stunned by what I was doing as she kissed again before saying I would be her first Asian lover. Penny's pussy was oozing love honey at this point as I returned her kiss before commenting on how I was going to demonstrate to Penny of why there were more than a Billion people living in China.And as soon as we got out of the bus terminal, Penny and I got into a cab which took us to my apartment. Once in the privacy of my apartment, Penny unzipped her boots and began undressing. I couldn't wait, as I picked up Penny and carried into the bedroom. I lowered Penny to the bed and while she finished undressing, I took off my clothes as well. When Penny was finished, she spread her legs and revealed the swollen pink folds of her pussy which glistened with love honey. I took my sweet time as I licked and probed Penny's pussy. Penny began to moan and gasp for breath while her body quivered and writhed to the sensation of my tongue touching the most sensitive parts of her body.I was more than a bit surprised when Penny screamed out a series of, "Oh gods," before moaning that she was having an orgasm; but not even the best actress can fake the release of love honey and that's what was gushed from the inner depths of Penny's swollen pink pussy. The spray of love honey was the encouragement I was looking for as I picked up my oral lovemaking up a notch, as I began licking and sucking on Penny's clitoris while finger-fucking her pussy. Penny thrashed about on the bed like a fish out of water, all the while Penny was moaning and cursing of how good I was making her feel. It didn't take long before Penny screamed out she was having another orgasm, this continued for nearly twenty minutes and when I finally stopped; Penny was in a daze as I kissed her on the lips and gave Penny the chance to taste her own vaginal secretions that covered my face and tongue.I gave Penny a moment to catch her breath as I went to the nightstand to get a condom. I rubbed my latex sheathed erection against the opening of Penny's swollen pink pussy which was still covered with a combination of her love honey and my saliva, I then pushed forward and began pushing my erect cock into Penny's pussy. I wasn't really sure of what to expect as I pushed my erection into Penny's pussy as I fucked her in the missionary position, but I found Penny to be surprisingly tight and almost virginal. And as I proceeded to pummel Penny's pussy, I kissed Penny and fondled her ample D-cup breasts. I laughed to myself while I had Penny's D-cup breasts in my hands as this was totally unlike the Asian girls and some White women I had been with.Penny's nipples were huge and quickly discovered to be very sensitive, but it was sort of difficult as she was already moaning and gasping to the sensation of my latex sheathed cock sliding in and out of Penny's swollen pink cunt. I became aware of the sensitivity of Penny's nipples only when she screamed out of having another orgasm when I began pinching one of her nipples. Penny told me afterwards that she did indeed have very sensitive nipples and said it was maddening when I began to suckle on one nipples and pinching the other; or, when I would tease Penny's nipple with my teeth and pretended to want to bite her nipple while pinching the other. Penny also got a bit of a surprise when I withdrew my still erect latex sheathed cock from her pussy, as she thought I had fucked her using a dildo because of my size and when she got a glimpse of the black color of the condom.Penny and I cuddled for a few minutes and rested before she got on top of me. Penny lowered her pussy to my mouth while she slipped the latex condom from my cock and began sucking. Penny wasn't very experienced in giving head as she tried to deep throat my cock once it was fully erect and lost her ability to concentrate as I brought her near a climax. After Penny experienced a couple of orgasms, she unrolled another condom over my erection before climbing on top and taking a wicked ride. We finished when I fucked Penny doggie style, as she especially enjoyed it when I reached between her legs and fingered Penny's clitoris while fucking her pussy; but I have to admit that I didn't orgasm until I fucked Penny while in the shower the next morning. Penny and I had a great Winter break, as we couldn't get enough of each other and fucked until I couldn't get another erection. I wanted to extend the relationship, but Penny said her boyfriend was transferring to our school. P! enny and I still get together for a 2 hour marathon from time to time, as Penny enjoys me letting her be on top and while we're in the shower; especially, when I call her cellphone and referred to Penny as being my Black goddess.

Matts Eyes...By SteveSaint

Life as I knew it was over when I looked into his eyes that day. Those beautiful blue eyes, seeming to glimpse deep down into my soul-eyes of cool fire that wrecked my life.My name is Jeanine Oliver. Before that day, I had been happily married (really!) for over 18 years, although I've experienced some angst lately from celebrating (?) my 40th birthday. I have one child, a daughter named Marie, who's a 17-year-old high school senior. My husband says I have good genes, his way of complementing me on keeping a youthful shape. The truth of the matter is I work at it, exercising regularly-some would say religiously-either at home or at the gym. No bragging, but my younger sister no longer wants to be seen with me at the beach; she says I look too good in a bikini. My husband, Jim, still has the hots for me; we make love often, but not as frequently as when we were first married, I must admit.The day that changed my life was the day Marie brought her new boyfriend home to meet Jim and me. She appears to be smitten with him. Matt had been seeing Marie for a few months now, and has asked if he could escort her to her senior prom. Since he's in college and a couple of years older than Marie, we wanted to meet him first. Marie arranged to bring Matt over later in the day, so I used the intervening time to do some cleaning around the house. I put on my favorite, comfortable white bikini and started cleaning. I was out back, tidying around the pool, when I heard Marie call out for me from the front of the house. Oh shit, they're early; well, Marie can show Matt around the house while we wait for Jim, and I can change out of my suit. I responded to Marie's call by hollering for them to meet me by the pool.When Matt walked through the patio door, my heart stopped. Oh God! Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, lean yet muscular, and nicely tanned, he was something to look at. And he was certainly looking at me.I could have been naked the way he was checking me out from head to toe. When those fantastic blue eyes locked on mine I could feel the heat spread through me; sensing my nipples harden, feeling like a hive of bees buzzing around and through me. I stammered an "excuse me" and quickly went to the bedroom to change. I keep imagining those eyes and that body. When I slide out of my bikini bottoms, I'm amazed to find the whole crotch area soaking wet. I reach down and probe my vulva. I'm so wet my fingers practically fall between my well-lubricated labia; I think of Matt's eyes and body-what would it be like to have him touch me, I wonder? I imagine Matt's naked body over me as I masturbate to a quick climax. Have I ever had an orgasm so intense? What got over me? I gather my senses, get dressed and go downstairs to speak with Marie and Matt. Can they see my post-climactic glow? Matt is polite, but I can see the way he is looking at me-or is it just my overheated imagination? I'm trying not to look directly into his eyes, or I'll swoon. Marie is oblivious to my distress, though, as all her attention is on Matt and you can't blame her, I think.maybe I'm lucky Jim isn't home yet. After some small talk, I let Marie know I approve of Matt (if only she knew how much!) and that she could go to the prom with him. When Jim finally gets home, the kids are gone. He asks me what I think of Matt, and I answer, "He seems to be a nice young man." I hope he doesn't see on my face what's in my mind. Later that night in bed, I believe I surprised Jim by the ferociousness with which we made love. Fantasy-Matt was my lover, not my husband.In the weeks leading up to the prom, I realize my growing jealousy of my own daughter: she will have Matt, not me. That's right-instead of being a Mom and worrying about prom night, I'm jealous Matt will fuck her and not me. Can I really be in heat over a man I've met once and is young enough to be my son? The night of the prom, I'm just as fidgety-nervous as Marie. When Matt arrives at our front door, and I look into those eyes once again, I need all my willpower not to jump his bones right there in the foyer. After they leave, I excuse myself from Jim and head to the bathroom upstairs, where I feverishly masturbate. I knew something was wrong when I see Marie late the next morning. Marie and I had a pretty good mother/daughter relationship; I knew she wasn't a virgin and I made sure she was on the pill, so I wondered what was bothering her (sex? did Matt hurt her?) I wait for an opportune moment to ask Marie what was wrong. To my surprise, she explains she is very much in love with Matt, that although they had had sex before, (I can feel the jealousy rise again, overpowering my motherly instincts!) Matt seems to have lost interest lately and didn't want to make love to her after the prom. Marie doesn't believe he has another girlfriend, since Matt has been spending the same amount of time with her than earlier. She does believe she's losing him for some reason. My God, am I the reason for his sudden change of interest? I find it hard to believe, but the thought does intrigue me. I can't shake the fantasy of Matt taking me in his arms and fucking me silly. Can it really be? Is this just my libido talking? I console Marie with soothing, motherly words, yet at the same time I'm beginning to plan making my fantasy come true. The mother in me wants to put Matt to the test; the woman in me wants him to fail. A week and a half following the prom, I invite Matt over to the house to talk, hinting, but not actually saying Marie would be home. I knew Marie had classes all day and Matt only had an early morning class, and Jim of course would be in the office. I wear my shortest shorts and an old halter-top without a bra. When I answer the door for Matt, it's clear he is both surprised and turned-on by what he sees. He's wearing shorts and a loose fitting polo shirt. I invite him in and offer him a beer, even though I know he's underage-he must think it's a trap so he refuses it. I have him sit on the sofa and I sit next to him. Stop looking into those eyes or you'll lose it-got to keep cool Jeanine, I keep thinking. We talked of college, Marie, Marie's future, and his life growing up. While we talk, I focus on Matt's hands: somewhat out-of-proportion larger than the rest of him. I'm thinking: is it true what they say about men's hands and feet? I draw a mental image of a lon! g, thick cock coiled in Matt's pants. I must have been momentarily overcome by the fantasy image, since when I refocused on Matt he was looking at me strangely (had I made a noise?) I can't help it; I want him to take me. My nipples are erect and tingly (I'm sure he can see them through my thin top), and my pussy is soaking wet (can he smell my woman-musk?)"Are you OK, Mrs. Oliver?" Matt says, sounding innocent enough, but he's not blind.he can see my arousal. "Can I get you something?""I'm good." (Good and ready to have you fuck me!) I move closer to him on the sofa, placing a hand on his bare thigh. He doesn't know how to respond. I can see it on his face.go for it.or play it safe? The growing bulge in his shorts tells me all. My mind flashes back to how he stared at me in my bikini the first time we met. "We have the whole day to ourselves, Matt," I whisper, my voice growing hoarse from anticipation. "I'm yours.take me."Matt's eyes bulge in response to my directness, yet his eyes aren't the only thing bulging. I lean into him, gaze into his eyes and I'm gone. My tongue darts into his mouth as I caress the swelling in his shorts. In his excitement, he fumbles with my halter-top, but can't get it undone. I stop him, rise from the sofa, take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom. Motioning for him to stand still, I face him and drop the halter to the floor, freeing my breasts. Larger and pointier than Marie's, my breasts with their dark, protruding nipples have Matt mesmerized. When he reaches to touch them, I shake my head 'no' and in a husky, aroused voice ask him to remove his shirt. With his shirt off, I lean into him and kiss him again, pressing my tingling nipples into his chest. I undo his shorts and let them fall to his ankles. When I sink to my knees to remove his briefs, I'm stunned and exhilarated by what's in front of me. The outline of his erect cock is immense, w! ith its head poking out above the waistline. I slide down the briefs and embrace his magnificent member. My hands and then my lips play over its full length. I WANT THIS IN ME plays like a mantra in my brain; I've never felt like this before-total abandonment of will.He's breathing hard, wanting me to blow him, but I don't. Rising from my knees, I drop my shorts and wet undies to the floor and lay down on the bed, nodding for him to join me (quick!) He awkwardly kicks off his sneakers and the shorts gathered around his ankles, and hastily climbs between my parted thighs. I'm wide open and ready-no foreplay required. Without hesitation, Matt enters me and begins his rhythmic thrusts. Every sense is on overload: I smell the musk of my womanly juices; I look into his blue eyes; I taste his tongue as it probes mine; I hear myself making small keening sounds as I feel his cock stretch me and fill me. His pace quickens as he nears climax. When I scream "aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAH" in an ever-louder crescendo, a part of my overloaded mind realizes this orgasm really began when he first penetrated me, all I just did was hit a new plateau, one I've never experienced before in my life. Matt makes a series of grunting noises then his whole body shudders as he grinds his pelvis into mine and shoots his load deep into me. I feel at least 6 or 7 spasms inside my vagina-wow, did he really cum that much? Amazingly, that final deep thrust and the pulsing of his climax again takes me over the edge, my new orgasm so intense I almost pass out. We lay there a while, arms, legs and torsos entwined in a sweaty knot of spent flesh. I feel the ooze of his cum and my juices leak from me down the crack of my ass, and it FEELS GOOD."I, ah, ah.Mrs. Oliver.I never.ah.Marie.ah.""Sssh" I whisper to him, holding an index finger to my lips. "Matt, that was the best fuck I've ever had," surprising myself with my blunt words. "You are not going to leave this house today until you fuck me some more...understood?"He mutters a few rather incomprehensible phrases, trying to get his mind around the idea that not only has he just fucked his girlfriend's mother, but she also wants more today! I cut off his mumbling by kissing him full on the lips, plunging my tongue into his mouth. I'm usually a closed-eyes kisser, but today all I want to do is gaze into those eyes of his, which is what I do. During our kiss, I feel his cock begin to stir. I break away and jump out of bed, pulling him with me. "Let's go take a shower, ok," I say teasingly as I lead him to the master bath. Because of our rush to intercourse, we are only now able to take full measure of each other's body. The way Matt is looking at me sends dizzying waves of heat through me-the thrill of not being the least bit self-conscious of showing off my 40-year-old physique. My pride turns to lust as I look over Matt's body. He's every woman's dream: young, tanned, tight, nice ass, and 8-9 inches of very thick manhood between his legs. My pussy is dripping again. I grab his cock and pull him into the shower stall. After adjusting the water to a low spray, I fall into him and we kiss, keeping my eyes open and looking into his baby blues. I reach for the soap and hand it to him. He begins to lather my body, spending an inordinate amount of time rubbing soap on and around my breasts. He's obviously taken by my ample chest, his cock growing as he soaps me. The attention to my sensitive breasts and hard nipples is getting me going too. "Fuck me," is all I manage to moan as I turn and-bent over and grasping the shower controls-offer my ass to him. He rubs the head of his cock over my clit a few times while positioning himself for entry. When one or two of these 'passes' strokes my anus, I'm electrified. Before he even gets the head between my labia, I groan "Oh God, I'm cumming," and slam my ass back at him, impaling myself on his cock. He's surprised by my quick climax so he doesn't immediately pick up the rhythm. I'm on fire.my orgasm seems to be ongoing (is that possible?) as my insides continue clenching and rippling. One thought and one thought only is burned into my brain-I NEED HIM IN MY ASS. After watching a XXX video on one occasion, my husband Jim took me anally, but it was clumsy and messy and, although I liked it we never did it again. This is different. I reach behind me and push Matt out. Before he can react, I grab his hard cock, place the pre-cum-lubricated head at my anus and sort of wriggle it in. Like an animal, he grunts and thrusts his cock almost all the way on the first push. My head explodes in a rush of sweet pleasure-pain as my sphincter is stretched to the limit. Matt grabs a breast in each hand for leverage, keeping the animalistic grunts and thrusts going as he pounds into my ass. I scream a long, low "ah" for maybe a minute as my insides convulse in wave after wave of delight. I didn't even realize one of my hands was stroking my pussy until one of the orgasmic convulsions squirts a stream of woman-juice, coating my hand in the liquid.I've heard stories of female ejaculation, but always thought they were male fantasies. The squirting cum from my pussy was an amazing reality. In one final thrust Matt unloads deep into my rectum; I feel the ejaculatory twitches of his cock and the spreading warmth of his ample semen as it coats my bowels.After showering and toweling each other dry, I lead Matt back to bed. "Could you see my need the first time we met?""God, Mrs. Oliver.when I saw you in that bikini.I, ah.you're the most beautiful woman I think I've ever met.you're all I've been thinking about.""Please Matt, call me Jeanine." I'm looking into those blue eyes again and I can't focus on anything else. "You knew I wanted you too that day, didn't you?""Oh, yes, Mrs. O.I mean Jeanine. I, ah, saw how wet you were down there.your bottoms.ah, and you were having a hard time breathing.I knew." After a hesitation, he starts "Marie.""No, Matt, this isn't about Marie," I bark, "this about you and me.this is about what we want." My voice lowers to a whisper, ".what we need." While we lay next to each other, I start touching and stroking his cock, which begins to grow to its glorious length and girth once more. Matt, aroused and ready to go, tries to mount me but I stop him.Gazing into those hypnotic eyes yet again, "Matt.do you want me?" When he nods his head, I add, "I don't mean today, I mean forever. I'm offering myself to you.I'm yours." I won't let him answer, smothering him with another open-eyed kiss. The look in those blue eyes is a blend of lust and confusion. I push him onto his back and straddle him. When I guide his cock into me, I ponder if my pussy will ever be dry again, it's so well lubricated. I nearly faint from the feeling of fullness; I want to have this feeling forever. I bounce on his cock. Wanting to more fully savor the experience, I go slowly, my eyes drinking him in. Men must enjoy this position, I'm thinking: having the woman in control, looking up at her flushed face, watching her breasts bounce up and down. I can see Matt is extremely turned-on, his eyes focused on my bounding breasts. I can feel his cock thicken within me, ready to spurt. He's not going to cum without me, I think. Wow! Watching him about to cum is a sight! He closes his eyes yet opens his mouth, breathing very hard, beads of sweat springing from his forehead, letting out a low groan. My mind says: I NEED TO SEE HIM CUM. As I feel his first orgasmic tremor, I swing off h! im, swivel around and straddle his face. Holding his cock in both my hands, I give him the necessary last few strokes and he squirts his first cum-shot (a fountain!) straight up into the air. The following spurts are guided to my face and chest. I'm in girlish amazement at the volume of it all! All the while he's cumming, I'm grinding my pussy into Matt's mouth, his tongue (good boy!) at my clit. This time my climax is an atomic bomb-no build up, just the massive explosion-as I arch my back and scream to the ceiling. My mind is a zero while my body is at 1000. I can't remember anything else except the ecstasy.The next thing I remember is looking up into those eyes, concern painted on them. Matt is all apologetic and worried-I passed out! When I regain most of my awareness, I realize Matt must have been exploring my body. His ejaculate is coating me everywhere, massaged onto my breasts, stomach, and pubic mound. I can't get my mind around the bliss of our coupling, the heavenly glow emanating from my groin; can he comprehend the magnitude of what he's done to me? I assure him I'm ok and again guide him to the shower. We wash up; no sex this time. Before dressing, we embrace and kiss, each of us relishing the sensation of the other's hot body against our skin. Matt's cock is stirring once more, but we're done for the day.Jim will be home in a while, so I can't risk another coupling (but I WANT MORE my mind and body scream)."Matt, am I the one you want?""Yes," he murmurs."Am I the only woman you will fuck?""Yes.""Listen.you will break off with Marie.I will be your woman.we will fuck every chance we get.I will do anything you want." I continued to paint the picture and Matt listened and agreed, his eyes (THOSE EYES!) burning into me.We set a "date" (ha-ha) for the next afternoon. I would meet him on campus, and we would go to his small apartment to fuck. We explore each other fully-no position, no demand, no need left undiscovered. Hunger, that's what it is-HUNGER-I crave his splendid cock, losing myself in his eyes, and the bombs exploding in my mind.It took two weeks for Jim to suspect what was happening. I'm surprised it took that long. Was it in my eyes for all to see? Was my forever-wet pussy screaming out my desperation? Was my loosened anus begging for deliverance? Marie confronted me first; I got the "how could you" and the "I hate you" cudgels thrown at me with full force. You want to know how much they hurt? THEY DIDN'T! All I wanted was Matt; nothing else mattered.Remember me saying how my life was ruined the day I met Matt? Two days after the confrontation with Marie, it was Jim's turn. "Slut" - "bitch" - "whore" - I had them all hurled at me. When Jim told me I should leave, I didn't argue, just packed up some clothes and left. I spent about a month living with Matt, but he wasn't ready for the relationship I was looking for. Face it, I was just too demanding of this boy/man, and he eventually rejects me.A year later, I'm alone. Jim has met someone new and I'm happy for him. The divorce is proceeding through the courts. I demand nothing from Jim. My life now is a string of one-night stands; trying to rekindle the same ecstasy I experienced that day with Matt. I've been with both men and women, desirous of my body but giving nothing in return. What is missing? Is it chemistry, pheromones, psychic energy? What possesses a woman to bloom.to give herself away to the pleasure of the ultimate climax.to forever search for it? Yes, my life as I knew it was finished that day-looking into those eyes. I search for another Matt.another set of fathomless eyes to drown in.I'm hoping to one day cum again.

Cheating By Timber

This all started when I found out my wife had been cheating on me, about sixteen years into our marriage. I had always thought things were good for us, and was shocked and pissed to say the least.
Her lover called the house and told me about the affair they had been having over the last year. I could have shit nails that day I was so pissed, and couldn't believe that bitch would do that to me.
When Candy got home that night I waited till it was time for bed so I could cool off some then asked her about it. She tried to lie about it, saying it wasn't true and somebody was just trying to ruin our marriage.
I asked her how the guy would know that she partly shaved her pussy and about the tattoo on her left tit if it was a lie?
She finally admitted to it and said she tried to stop it about seven months ago but the guy said he would tell me about it if she did. I finally did break it off about two months ago though...
She started telling me how much she loved me and how the guy meant nothing to her. I looked at her and asked if he meant nothing then why was she out fucking him? It just happened she said and once it started it just went on that long till I realized I was going to ruin it with the man I really did love so I stopped it.
I finally calmed down some and got on the bed next to her and she wanted us to talk about it and get it all in the open. I said fine, but don't think it's just going to go away that fast.
I asked her how it got started if she loved me the way she says.
"He worked in my office at the time. We went out to lunch together and on the way back to the office we stopped by the park for a while."
"What happened after that?"
"We were sitting in the car and he leaned over and kissed me."
"You just sat there and kissed?" I asked.
"Not really! He was hard and he took it out of his pants and I..."
"You what?"
"I went down on him!"
"Down on him!" I yelled. "As in giving him a blow job?
"Yes."
"Why in the hell would you do that?"
"He wanted me to."
"Was his cock bigger then mine?"
"That's not the reason I had the affair," she said.
"You going to answer?"
"Well, it was bigger but not a lot bigger."
"So its not some nice big hard cock you needed?"
"No, not at all."
"How often did you two have sex?"
"At first it was once or twice a week during lunch in the car."
"The car?"
"Yes, we would park and do it in the back seat."
"You were his little bitch, I guess?"
"Well! He did call me that sometimes."
"What about after that?"
"We started taking two-hour lunches once a week and would get a room for it."
"So you two would get a room and fuck your brains out for two hours?"
"Not always, sometimes he would take pictures of me nude for a while then we would have sex."
"He took pictures of you nude?"
"Yes."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "How many times did you do that?"
"It was about ten times I guess, but not for long each time."
"What else did you do?"
"There are some of me having sex also."
"Shit how many pictures did he take?"
"I am not really sure."
Well the one's of you having sex can't be that good if he just put the camera on the dresser and let the timer just snap shots off."
She didn't say a word for a while. "Well, he didn't just put it down for all of the sex one's."
"What did he do with it?"
"His friend would take them."
"His friend!" I yelled. You did this in front of another guy?"
"Yes."
"What about his friend?"
"What about him?"
"Did you fuck him to?"
"Once I did."
"Why in the hell would you do that?"
"He told me I had to."
"Why did you finally break it off?"
"I felt like I was cheating you so I took the chance that he wouldn't really tell and told him it was over.
"Cheating me? I don't understand that part?"
"I love you a lot and started thinking that if I was doing this kind of stuff I should be doing it for the man I love and not him.
I didn't say anything for awhile, trying to let what she just said sink in and wondering what to ask next.
"So your trying to tell me that if I would have treated you like a cheap bitch when it came to sex and had you fucking guys for me this would have never happened?"
She had to think awhile but did answer me. "I think if you had been more demanding and rougher during sex I would have been doing it for you and not him."
"So you enjoyed being treated like a bitch and forced to fuck guys for him?"
"Yes I did but I always pictured it was you making me do it and not him.
"Does he still have the pictures?"
"No."
"What happened to them?"
"The last time we did anything, I told him I wanted to see them so I took them then I broke it off with him the next day."
"So you still have them?"
"Yes. He tried to get me to give them back to him but I didn't. So that's why he told you about the affair."
"Where are they now?"
"In my bottom drawer."
"Why did you keep them and not destroy them?"
"I thought if he did tell, I would show them to you so you would know for sure what I did and not wonder the worst all the time."
"You really think me seeing you get fucked will help?"
"I think it will help us talk this out better."
I went over and pulled her drawer out, just dumping it on the floor, looking for the pictures. I found two CD's and a porn movie. She also had a dildo and a new paddle for hitting her on the ass.
"What the fuck is all this shit?"
"I watch the movie sometimes when you are gone and get myself off with my dildo."
"You telling me that I am not good enough to get you off?"
"Its not that, I just like to pretend that you are watching me, is all."
"What the hell is the paddle for?"
"He got that for us but we never had a chance to try it because I broke it off with him. That's why it's still in the box.
"Hell, I should use it on you myself for the shit you did."
"You can if you want and I do deserve it I guess."
"You guess?"
"I do deserve it, I should have said."
I thought for a while about all she had told me wondering if I should look at the pictures or just leave it alone, not knowing what they looked like. The thought of seeing her fucking did turn me on some but I would never tell her that at this point.
She got up, saying she was going to take a shower, and that I should look at the pictures so we could talk more after.
The talking about it did calm me down a lot so I went out and put one of the CD's in and started to scan though the photos.
The first CD had some of her dressed and some with her top off, showing her breasts. Some were pictures of her on the bed, playing with herself. I must admit she did look good in them and I understood why the guy was pissed that he never got them back.
The next CD had a lot of her getting fucked by this guy. The first twenty or so were kinda far away shots. The rest were close up of her with his hard cock in her and cum on her face. There were some nice ones of her showing her pussy after she had been fucked with cum running out and a lot of her sucking the guy off. They were hot and I couldn't believe I was hard looking at my own wife getting fucked like that.
Candy came out as I was going through them again and asked if I felt better getting it all out in the open like this, and if I wanted to ask her anything about them. I did have a few questions about the cum on her face while she was getting fucked.
"It was his friend's cum," she said. "Before her lover fucked her, his friend jacked off on her."
"His friend would just jack off on you?"
"Yes, at first, because my lover would not let him fuck me."
"Only at first?"
"Yes. But he did give me to him once he was done and his friend got to fuck me."
"How come there are none of you doing anal with him if he had you doing all that?"
"I told him I wouldn't do that so don't ever try it! That was your hole."
She looked at me and asked if I wanted to go to bed and talk more about it. I thought awhile about all I had heard and seen and told her we could go in the room but that it was time for her to get her ass whipped for all she had done.
Once in the room, I told her to get nude and get on the bed with her ass in the air for me. I took that new paddle of hers and gave her a good swat on the ass with it.
"Shit! That hurt," she said.
"Good, I said. Smack! "Are you ever going to see that guy again?"
"NO!" Smack!
"You ever going to do this with any guy again?"
"No, never."
Smack! "Whose bitch are you now?"
"Just yours."
Smack! "You going to take it in the ass for me?"
"It hurts too much when I do."
Smack! "What did you say?"
"Yes, I will do it for you."
Smack! "That's my good bitch."
Her ass was red when I was done and I told her to roll over and play with her pussy for me. She did like a good bitch would and put her dildo in her, playing with herself as I watched.
"I want to you see you come, bitch."
She started working that thing in and out of her real fast and playing with her clit. Before long she had her ass in the air, taking it all in her. It was hot hearing her moaning and bringing herself to an orgasm with that thing.
"It's time for you to fuck me now."
"In my ass?" she asked.
"Not this time but its going to happen in a few days so get your ass ready for it with your dildo."
I told her to get on top of me and fuck me real good. Being my new bitch now she gave my cock a good ride. She was kissing me a lot harder than normal, telling me how much she loved me and how understanding I was about what she had done. Her pussy felt so good, and I was thinking about the pictures and the guy fucking her that it didn't take long for me to come.
She stopped after I had come and sat there on me and would tighten her pussy up around my cock. Damn, that felt so good!
She looked at me asking, "Do you want me to make come again?"
"Hell yes I do, you bitch."
You sure did come fast, she said and asked if it was because of the pictures? I told her yes, it was and had to admit that they turned me on a lot.
"I will do it for you if you want."
"Do what?" I asked.
"Fuck another guy for you and let you take nude pictures of me."
"You really want to?"
"Yes, for you to watch, I do."
"How many at once?"
"As many as you want."
"I think one will do for now."
"Ok just one to start with."
"Do you know one who will do it?"
"I think so."
"Not your old lover I hope?"
"No! He will never have me again."
"What about another female?"
"I will do that too for you. Can you find one?"
"Yes, I have a single friend, Sunshine, who has told me she is bi and would like to have sex with you and me."
Candy was fucking me the whole time we were talking about her doing it for me. I asked her if her lover was married also.
"Yes, he is."
"Did his wife know what you two did?"
"No, she would leave him if she did."
"Do you know her name and number?"
"Yes. Why?" She asked.
"No reason, just keep fucking me," I said.
She kept giving me a nice hard fucking and asking if I wanted to eat her pussy for her."
"With my cum in there?"
"Yes."
"If that's what you need, I guess I can."
"Yes, I do need it."
She got off me, bringing that wet pussy of hers up to my face and put my cock in her mouth. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and I licked and sucked on her clit for her. Her blowjob was great and the faster I ate her pussy the faster she sucked my cock. She had one of the wettest orgasms I had ever given her, I think.
She finally got me off and I shot my cum into her mouth. When she stopped and turned around, she had cum on her chin. She wiped the cum off with her finger then put her finger in her mouth for me to watch her swallow the last of it.
We laid there talking more about her fucking another guy and the pictures she wanted me to take.
"I really want to do it for you," she said.
"When do you want me to? How about next weekend?"
"I can try," she said."
"Ok, let's do it then."
"Which do you want first?" she asked.
"You choose," I said.
I couldn't believe this bitch turned this around on me like this and got me to say yes to her fucking another guy.
"Before we do it, I need you to do something for me though?"
"You know I will do anything you want from now on."
"Hi, Jessica. My name is Candy and I called to tell you about my affair I had with your husband...