Dish Served Cold [part 1 of 2]
By: Don Abdul (donq8y@yahoo.com)

Dish Served Cold

Copyright Don Abdul 2008

Mrs. Rebeca Robinson was 45 years old when the proverbial fickle finger of fate beckoned, and led her into the exciting world of cougars. She was the head teacher at a special high school. She was still very fit and shapely, probably more so than most women her age. Her ample breasts were just about starting show signs of sagging. Her thick thighs and heart shaped ass were still at the dawn of a losing battle with age and cellulite.

Her regular jogging helped her stay in decent shape and kept her body as firm as possible.

She was proud of the gracious way in which she was aging, and refused to conceal the silver streaks in her auburn hair. And why shouldn’t she be so proud? After all her husband of 18 years loved her just the way she was. The sex was great, and they still enjoyed the occasional evening in, together alone despite his tight work schedule.

She had however been feeling a lot more lonely since her daughter went off to college. To fill the void, she pursued her one vice, if you could call it that. She was a superstitious woman. She read her horoscope daily and believed in the usual mumbo jumbo of folks being able to tell the future.

Mrs. Robinson’s transformation into a cougar however truly began one summer afternoon when she left work early to surprise her darling husband at work. It was their anniversary and she wanted to take him out to lunch. When she arrived at his surgery, his secretary was nowhere to be seen, so she pushed his inner office door open, her mouth poised to utter the words Surprise! Surprise!! What she saw left her frozen mid-step, unable to say a word. Her near catatonic state of suspended animation gave way to a state of absolute devastation.

Right there behind his desk was her husband of close to two decades, slumped back in his chair, receiving a blow job from a very young nurse. She was too shocked to even make a scene. ‘The lying bastard!’ she thought over and over, wondering how many times and with how many more women he had cheated on her.
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He was so caught up in the throes of his climax that he didn’t even notice her entry as he shot his load in the nurse’s mouth. Distracted by the sound of the door, the young woman bolted up and ran out of the office with her firm tits hanging out of her unbuttoned uniform with her good for nothing husband’s spunk trickling down the side of her mouth.

From that day, that very moment. She decided she would get him. She promised herself, she would give him a dose of his own medicine.

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Being a teacher in a special high school she had always been around older-than-usual students, mostly inner city ki** who for some reason or the other couldn’t get through high school when their peers did. It was quite the norm to find seniors in their 18s and 19s, even 20s.

Eleven months after reconciling with her husband Richard, she had an opportunity to get even with him. She had heard of a student in her school who had a special gift. He was the son of an immigrant Roma Gypsy family from someplace in Europe. His name was Roman Davidoff….. He was a strong, big boned boy, 19 and a half years old and hung like a horse.

The crotch of his jeans was always so tightly stretched over his huge package. Close proximity to him awakened the dormant desire in her to seduce and fornicate with a much younger man.

The second time she invited him to her office to read her palm, things got quite interesting as he ended up reading much more than just her palm. She knew she shouldn’t be doing something like that, but then naked lust was no kin of logic. Her simmering desire to get even with her husband only supplied the trigger.

As he read her palm, his eyes suddenly popped, he looked up at her face and their eyes locked. He quickly returned his gaze to her palm. She thought she saw his crotch swell, and indeed she got confirmation when he unconsciously reached down to rearrange himself.

Oh my Roman, did I cause that? she asked unable to hold her tongue.

Roman felt his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. He looked up from her palm, there was something different in his eyes this time; caught off guard and embarrassed, they first both looked away, and then they slowly turned back to look into each others eyes. The smoldering exchange of lusty looks was palpable.

Her mind was racing through a full spectrum of emotions. She worried about the thought that she was actually dying to sleep with a boy not even half her age. Her inner turmoil went from the guilt, to the likely consequences of such an act. Finally she decided. Damn the consequences dammit! God knows, I could use a good fuck and some youthful energy booster right now!

She deliberately dropped her pen and bent down to pick it, as she did, Roman’s eyes ogled her cleavage and she could see his erection grow for sure this time. She reached out and patted his bulge, and as he tried to reciprocate by reaching for her breasts, she stood up and walked towards the door swinging her voluptuous ass seductively.

When she returned from locking the door, he boldly reached for her hip and pulled her into an intense embrace and then he proceeded without permission to seal his lips to hers. Being so energized by his youthful zeal, she parted her lips and welcomed him into her mouth. It felt so good to be in the arms of a young man who nakedly desired her.

Whatever professional reservations she had about fucking her student, or being old enough to be his mom melted away as his tongue swirled around and danced to the music of lust in her mouth.

His hands squeezed her tight ass and then moved higher to favor her bra-clad breasts. Her own hands reciprocated by wrapping around his athletic back, and rubbing his huge, hard crotch. As their kiss deepened they both took their sensual explorations to the next level as each reached in between them and sought the others hidden treasure. He groaned when she unzipped his fly and reached within his pants and found his thick veined throbbing cock. She ran her hand up and down its length rubbing and massaging his fine male flesh.

Oh fuck yeah! Mrs. Robinson, you make me so hard! he moaned just as his hand struck gold. If he had expected a response, what he got was even better. Oh….Yeahhhhhhh! Love it! she moaned as she humped and ground her wet twat against his finger. Her tight ass-hugging skirt had ridden up her thighs even higher as she humped his hand and pleaded that he finger fuck her. She knelt down and unbuckled his belt, his cock whipped out almost smacking her in the face.

Oh wow! I just love the size of your cock! she moaned under her breath as she gulped. The older woman took him in her mouth and sucked him like a devoted cock slut.

Oh my! Oh, please don’t stooooooooooooooop……. As far as making sense goes, that was a far as he got before he got so enraptured in the whirlwind of mind blowing sensations coursing through his entire being. In a last minute moment of clarity, Mrs. Robinson realized that she had crossed the line; there was no going back now. It even felt funny and ironic that she was now engaged in the very act for which she was intent on punishing her lying cheating bastard of a husband.

Whatever residual trepidations she had, however dissolved as she felt Roman’s teenage cock swell even more in her mouth, and felt it breathing against her tongue. She sailed her hand south and found her engorged clit, and rubbed it until she could feel the trail of her pussy juice down her inner thigh.

Roman’s moans grew louder just before he gently pulled away, removing his anaconda from her mouth. She looked up at him and no words were needed, it was time. She shifted to her left and rested her head on the couch, presenting him with unfettered access to her ass.

Roman paused for just a moment, drinking in the magic of her parted cheeks and the lust-thickened slick, and smiling lips of her sopping wet mature cunt. His cock jumped impatiently and he grasped it just to keep it still for his triumphal entry into her Eldorado of burning desire.

He slipped the blunt head of his uncut cock into her wet pussy and drove it in steadily until he was buried deep inside her. Aghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! she moaned deeply, as she felt him fill her up so completely.

Within a couple of minutes he was fucking her with ever increasing intensity.

‘Oh how I’m so feeling his every stroke’ she thought… with no apparent effort his huge cock was stimulating her in places her jerk of a husband never could find. She wriggled her waist, and writhed her body in the heat of passion; it seemed to drive him to pound her faster until he lit a fuse deep within her core.

Oh….ohhhhhhh! she moaned as she is seized by the first in a series of her multi-orgasmic releases. Roman felt the aftershocks of her every quaking release but carried on pounding her pussy. It was incredible how indestructible his youthful stamina seemed. Mrs. Robinson was reduced to a foul mouthed mature slut, whispering her dirty little pleas. Oh Roman, fuck me harder….oh yessssss!

He drove his cock up her pussy so far and so hard the sound of their colliding skins carried across the room.

As the fire of his bombardment of her sex began to consume her yet again, she lifted her head off the couch, writhing and moaning uncontrollably. The movement pressed the head of his cock closer against her g-spot, as he carried on thrusting. The heat of the resulting friction was so much more than they both could cope with. She felt a deafening rumble within her soul as the tsunami of her orgasm struck, leaving her body thrashing about like a rag doll. Her pussy grabbed Roman’s cock in a tight vice grip, driving him over the edge.

He bit down hard on his tongue to muffle his cries as he shot a rainstorm of cum deep inside her pussy.

They both laid on the rug, recuperating from the biggest seismic event of their sexual life. Each ruminating over the implications of what had just happened.

Roman was just happy he found her as he had always preferred mature women but ‘who could have ever thought he’d get to fuck Madame Prim and proper herself’ he wondered.

Mrs. Robinson on her part realized that for the first time in 18 years, she had just cheated on her husband. She wondered how this encounter could possibly serve her purpose for doing it though. At that moment she made up her mind on what to do. Smiling wickedly, she thought of her new plan; ‘It would definitely serve the cheating bastard right!’

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Diane’s Night Out
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

A year ago if you had told me that my wife cheating on me would only make me love her more and lust after her more I would have laughed at you. But that is just what has happened. I found out that she was not just having an affair, but was her company’s punch board. I also found out that the more guys she fucks the hornyier I get.

It all started when I broke my leg at work. I am a heavy equipment operator and there isn’t much in the way of light duty for you when you are on crutches.

Since I was unable to work my wife Diane, who had been working part time, went to work full time and I became a househusband. I cleaned the house, did the laundry, cooked the meals (and yes, I watched the soap operas) and in general did what good little house wives do. One day, about a month after Diane had gone to work full time, I was in the laundry room sorting the clothes and getting ready to wash them when I noticed the white crust on the crotch band of a pair of Diane’s black lace panties. Until then I had managed to go through eight years of marriage without ever once being suspicious of Diane or harboring doubts about her fidelity.

As soon as I saw those panties I knew what I was looking at. I knew what it was and I knew it wasn’t mine. My suspiciousions aroused I began checking the laundry every morning after Diane left for work and after a couple of weeks a pattern appeared. There were stained panties in the hamper every Wednesday and Friday morning, which meant that my bride was getting fucked by someone else every Tuesday and Thursday. Tuesday was her regular night out with the girls and she had been doing that since before we got married so the question was has this been going on that long or has she suddenly started using her night out as cover. Thursday she said she had to work late to get out Friday’s payroll. Something was going on and I decided to find out what.

The next Tuesday when Diane left for her night out with the girls I followed her.

Fortunately my pick up was an automatic and I didn’t need to use a clutch to shift gears. I was able to stay pretty far behind her because her red Suburban was pretty easy to keep in sight. When she pulled up in front of Barb’s house I began to wonder if maybe my imagination was running away with me. Barb had been Diane’s best friend since grade school and I know for a fact that Diane had been playing cards at Barb’s for years. I’d even been to the games a time or two. But my curiosity was aroused when Diane got out of the Suburban carrying an overnight bag. I decided to sit just up the block and see what happened. Half an hour later Diane came out of Barb’s but she wasn’t wearing what she wore when she went inside. She came out in a mini skirt, low cut blouse and high heels. She got into the Suburban and pulled away.

I gave her a good lead and then I followed her across town to a place called Jack’s Lounge where she pulled into the lot, parked and went inside. I’d been in the place a time or two and if the layout hadn’t been changed there was an ell shaped bar that ran across the front and down one side, a dance floor surrounded by tables and booths against the walls. Jack’s always had a live band and I couldn’t see Diane coming here to sit at the bar and wait to get picked up; I was betting that she was meeting someone and would either be at a table or sitting in a booth. If I was right I could come in the front and sit at the bar and not be noticed. If I was wrong I would be busted, but then so would she. I was right. She was sitting at a table in the back with two guys and I sat at the bar and sipped a beer and watched. About a half hour after I got there the band started playing and Diane and one of the guys got up to dance.

They danced real close and the guy’s hands were all over Diane. I saw him cup a breast, run his hands over her ass and I watched as she pushed her leg at his crotch. While they were dancing two more guys came in and sat down at the table. For the next hour they took turns dancing with Diane and each one of them used his hands on her like he owned her. From the way they had been feeling her up she had to be hotter than a bonfire. I saw the guys start taking money out of their pocket so I figured that they were getting ready to leave. I got up and went outside and waited to see what would happen next.

About five minutes later the five of them came out and got in Diane’s Suburban and I followed them to a Motel 6and watched the five of them go into a first floor room.

I gave them ten minutes and then I approached the room, but the drapes were closed and I couldn’t see a thing. It didn’t matter; I knew what was going on in there even if I didn’t have visual proof. I headed on home and once there, on a whim, I called Barb’s and asked for Diane. Barb told me that Diane was going to the bathroom and that she would have Diane call me as soon as she came out. Three minutes later the phone rang and even though I didn’t have caller ID I knew it would be Diane on her cell phone. A very strange thing happened to me then. I knew when I answered that Diane would probably be naked and would have the hands of four men on her body as she talked to me.

One (or two) might already be in her and the idea excited me and my cock sprang to attention. I picked up the phone, Hello?
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Hi baby, it’s me. What did you want?

I don’t know how to say it.

What is it baby, what’s wrong?

I don’t know. I just had a sudden uncontrollable urge to call you and tell you that I love you.

Silence and then I heard what sounded like a low moan. That’s so sweet of you baby. I love you too. I couldn’t be sure but I thought that she was breathing just a bit harder than normal and I wanted to keep her on the phone and listen to those four guys fuck her, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I’ll wake you up when I get home, okay?

Yes baby. And hey, have a good time. She did wake me up when she got home that night, with a blow job and then she rode me until I couldn’t get it up any more. She had to be on top and do the work because of the leg and I commented on how hot wet and squishy she was and she told me that I had caused it. After you called all I could think about was coming home and fucking your brains out and the more I thought about it the hotter and wetter I got.

When she fell asleep I got up and went out and checked out the Suburban. The carry on bag had two mini skirts, three low cut blouses, three pair of high heels and a partial carton of Trojans.

On Thursday I was parked outside her place of employment a half-hour before her quitting time, but she didn’t come out until almost ten o’clock and I had to drive like mad to beat her home. I was sitting on the couch when she came in, Miss me? I said yes and she said, Care to prove it? We went straight to the bedroom and just as she had on Tuesday Diane did her best to fuck me to death. When she fell asleep I got up and checked the clothes hamper and found that the crotch of her panties was soaking wet.

On Thursday’s she was fucking fellow workers on the job site. I got back in bed and stared up at the ceiling and tried to think of when the change in Diane came about and what might have caused it. It dawned on me that almost since the day Diane went to work full time our sex life had almost doubled and Diane wanted more from me than she ever had before. Whatever had happened, I was definitely benefiting from it.

That Saturday when Diane wasn’t looking I took her keys out of her purse and made a quick trip to the hardware store and got copies made. Tuesday I followed her to Jack’s again but this time I stayed outside and waited.

Two hours later she came out with the same four guys from the previous Tuesday and they went to the same Motel 6. I went on home and I hadn’t been there fifteen minutes when the phone rang, Hi baby. Thinking of me? Was I ever. I could just see the hands all over her body, the hard cocks waiting to enter her. You know I am sweetie.

God I wish you were here.

I can be at Barb’s in ten minutes.

No silly, that’s not what I meant. I wish you were here in me, your hard cock throbbing in my hot, wet pussy. I’m sitting on the toilet here at Barb’s and I’ve got my fingers in my pussy and I’m pretending that they are your cock and…oh god, oh god, I’m cumming, I’m cumming and I heard the sounds that she makes when she has an orgasm and I knew without a doubt that one of the four had been fucking her while she talked to me on the phone.

My call last week must have given them the idea. She didn’t wake me up that night because I was sitting up waiting for her, cock in hand when she came in the front door. I couldn’t believe it. She had been fucked god alone knows how many times by the four men, and still she fucked me until I couldn’t get it up anymore, and she was still sucking on me trying to get me up again when I fell asleep. adult fan stories

Thursday night I was again parked outside of where she worked. I sat there until only Diane’s Suburban and four other cars were left on the lot.

When no one had come out in over half an hour I took the keys I’d had made and went looking for a way into the building. One of the keys opened a door on the loading dock and I let myself in. Being as quiet as possible I moved through the building looking for Diane and whomever she was with. I heard a low moan from up ahead and I moved toward it. Turning a corner I saw Diane. She was lying naked on top of a desk with her legs up on the shoulders of the man who was fucking her. Her head was turned to the side so she could suck the cock of the man standing next to the desk. Two more men were standing by the desk watching and no doubt waiting their turn. I was able to move behind some filing cabinets without being seen.

The four men were the same four from Jack’s on Tuesday. Diane was moaning and thrusting her pussy up at the guy fucking her in an attempt to get more of his cock in her. The man in her mouth must have cum because he got out of the way and made room for one of the two who had been watching. I crouched behind the file cabinets and watched as the four men continued to take turns on Diane’s pussy and mouth. They had each fucked her three times since I had been there and they were still at it as I crept out of the building and went home. As I sat in the dark house and waited for her to come home I wondered how much longer I could let this go on. Even though what she was doing was exciting me no end, she was still cheating on me – going behind my back to fuck other men. And then there was the nagging question of what I was lacking that had made her go looking.

And how in God’s name had she become a slut? She hadn’t just taken a lover; she took a herd of them! Just what the fuck was I supposed to do?

The next Tuesday I was again outside Jack’s when Diane and her posse came out only this time there were five of them. Again they went to the Motel 6 and I headed on home. I waited about thirty minutes and then I called Barb and asked to speak to Diane. Two minutes later the phone rang. Hello?

It’s me baby. What do you want?

To satisfy my curiosity.

About what?

Well, right this minute I want to know if one of the five has his cock in you? Dead silence on the other end as the ramifications of what I just said registered. I knew there were five this time, which meant that I knew about the times there were four. Finally she said in a hoarse whisper, almost a hiss, Yes.

Did you have to take your mouth off a cock to answer the phone when Barb called?

Yes.

How many times have you already been fucked tonight?

Four.

The next one was a shot in the dark since the only time I had watched was when I had snuck into her building.

In all the times I’ve watched you have never given them your ass. Is there a reason?

Yes baby, it belongs to you.

So you have never had a cock in your mouth, in your ass and in your cunt at the same time?

No.

But you want to, don’t you?

No baby.

Don’t you lie to me you fucking slut. You want to don’t you? A long silence, Oh god baby, I can’t. It’s yours. I have to keep something just for you.

Bullshit! You want all three of your slutty holes filled at once, don’t you.

Yes god damn it, I want it.

Well you can’t have it, at least not with them. But I will see to it that it happens to you. I’ve got a lot of friends who have always wanted to fuck you. I guess we are going to have to see just how big a slut you really are.

Can I come home tonight baby?

Do you want to?

Oh yes baby, oh yes. I do love you baby and I’ll show you how much when I get home.

I smiled to myself and said, I’ll be waiting.

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Brenda and David
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

It is always a blow to your ego when you find out that your wife is fucking another man. Once you get past the, Unfaithful fucking whore and the I’ll kill the mother fucker stage you are left with all the questions of why. What did I do or not do that made her do what she did? What was I lacking? What did he have that I didn’t? More energy and staying power? A bigger dick? A longer and more talented tongue? Maybe she just didn’t like me any more or maybe I had a bad case of body odor. I didn’t know and I wasn’t going to ask. I did not intend to let Brenda know that I knew, at least not until I was ready and had all my ducks lined up in a row.

I would guess that it started when Brenda and I went up to Vail to spend a weekend at the resort to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary. Saturday night we went out for drinks and dancing and on the way into the club I tripped and twisted my ankle. I hobbled to our table and sat down and ordered drinks, but obviously, at least for me, dancing was out.

Brenda sat at the table and watched the dance floor and her body swayed in time to the music. After we had been there an hour a young man came over from where he had been sitting at the bar and asked Brenda if she would like to dance. She looked at me and I told her to go ahead and enjoy herself. The two of them went out on the floor and stayed there until the end of the set. When the band took there break Brenda brought the young man back to the table, introduced me to David and then she asked him to join us. David and Brenda danced several more times that night and I noticed that on some of the slow numbers that they danced real close to each other, but I didn’t think anything of it; why should I, I was right there.

The next day I left Brenda at the pool and I drove over to the clinic at Avon and had the ankle looked at. They x-rayed it and found nothing broken and then wrapped it in an Ace bandage. When I got back from the clinic I went out to the pool and saw David rubbing sun tan lotion on Brenda’s back and legs.

Again, I didn’t think anything about it at the time.

The weekend over we headed on home and on Monday it was back to the old grindstone for me. When you own your own business there isn’t a lot of free time. You put in a lot of hours to try and make the business go and grow and I’m afraid that I left Brenda at home a lot. She never complained and while I did spend a lot of time at work I never neglected her. I made sure that our love life didn’t go stale. I made love to her four or five times a week and I made sure that she knew that she was special to me.

It was two weeks after our weekend in Vail. I was busy at the office when all the power went out.

I called the electric company and found out that a truck had hit a pole and the wires were down and the transformer had shorted out. I was told that it would be several hours before power was restored so I locked the place up and headed on home.

I hadn’t taken two steps into the house when I heard Brenda moaning from the direction of the bedroom. It wasn’t a ‘hurt’ type moan, but a sexual one. Thinking that she was working on her self with either her fingers or one of her ‘toy’s I smiled and headed for the room and then stopped dead in my tracks as I saw a mans trousers and a mans pair of shoes on the kitchen floor. A few feet away I saw Brenda’s nightgown on the floor. I took several cautious steps down the hall toward the bedroom and I heard Brenda moan again.

I’ll be your slut baby. I’ll do anything you want, whenever you want, just keep fucking me like you did the first time.

Oh I will sweet stuff, but you have to help me get it up again.

Bring it here lover.

Anger was building up in me, but I have never been one to act rashly and I decided to see if I couldn’t find out more of what was happening before doing anything. I quietly moved back the way I had come and went out into the garage. I got an inspection mirror from my toolbox and headed back toward the bedroom. I got down on my knees and slid the mirror past the doorframe and in it I saw that Brenda and the man were facing away from the door. I got up and quickly moved to the spare bedroom which was just across the hall from the master bedroom. I slipped inside and left the door opened just a crack so I could see across the hall.

Brenda was on her knees sucking her lover’s cock while one had cupped and caressed his balls. The man’s hands were kneading Brenda’s tits and tweaking her nipples.

Brenda’s nipples are very sensitive and she moaned again, pulled her mouth off the man and got on the bed. She spread her legs, pulled her knees back as far as they would go and opened herself up for him.

Come on lover, fuck me again. Please baby, hurry, I need it.
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Come on baby, hurry moaned Brenda and David moved forward. Brenda grabbed his cock and guided it in to her and I heard her grunt as David drove his cock home. Then he fucked her.

He slammed into her hard and fast and Brenda’s screams rang through the house. It seemed the more noise Brenda made the more vocal David became.

Like it bitch? Like my cock ramming your pussy? Tell me you are my slut. Tell me that you are going to let me fuck you from now on. Come on you unfaithful whore; tell me whose bitch you are.

Brenda moaned, cried and answered him, Oh god, I love it. Fuck me, fuck me harder. I’m yours lover, whenever you want me I’m yours. I’m your bitch, I’m yours, oh god yes, fuck me.

It was almost ten minutes before David announced that he was cumming and Brenda cried out, Pull out, pull out baby, don’t cum in me, don’t get me pregnant.

David pulled out and spit his load all over Brenda’s stomach. I watched as she scooped some up with her fingers and then licked them. Damn lover, you taste good. I should have had you cum in my mouth.

Next time you delicious little slut. God but you are good pussy.

You are pretty good yourself. I knew you would be great. I wanted to sneak off and fuck you when we were in Vail, but couldn’t.

That’s okay baby, we’ve found each other now and I’m looking forward to a long, long relationship.

Can you get it up again?

Can you help?

I watched the two of them go at it for another hour and a half as I plotted my revenge. I almost lost it when David got Brenda on her knees, lubed himself up with KY and then took her anal cherry. That was something that she had always refused to let me do and it took all my will power to make me stay where I was and continue watching. After David had cum in her ass Brenda got up and said she was going to shower before they did any more. David said he would join her and as soon as they were in the bathroom I quietly left the house and went back to my office.

The power was back on when I got back to my office and I sat down at my desk and started to make a list of things that I was going to have to do to make sure that I came out of the divorce without Brenda raping financially. For the time being the target of my wrath was going to be David.

I called and made an appointment with a private detective and luckily he was able to get me in the same day. I gave him what information I had and a key to my house and then signed a form giving him permission to wire the house for video and sound.

That night when I got home Brenda was all lovey-dovey and when we went to bed she immediately went after my cock. She sucked it for a while and then we made love and then she played with it and sucked it some more until it was hard again and then she surprised me.

Can I ask you something honey?

Sure.

I know I’ve always said no before, but I’m curious. I want to see what anal sex is like. Would you like to do me there?

You sure about that?

I’m sure that I want to try. I’m not at all that sure that I’ll like it, but I do want to try.

Why now, after all these years?

You won’t laugh?

No, I won’t laugh.

I was reading in Cosmo about things that could put some zing back in your sex life and one of the things it said to do was to take a chance and do something that you have always been leery of trying.

You saying that our sex life needs some zing?

I don’t know. What do you think? The frequency is there, but where did the passion go?

Okay baby, if that’s what you want.

I already knew that she liked having her butt fucked since I had watched and listened as she went crazy when David stuffed his dick up her poop chute. Still, I almost broke out laughing when she told me to go easy since it was her first time. I did take it slow and easy until she started pushing her ass back at me and moaning for me to make her cum. The result was that anal sex became a regular part of our sexual repertoire.

A week went by and I got a call to go and see the detective.

He gave me his report and a box full of audio and video tapes and told me that I had more than enough to go with. Then I gave him another job and he said it would take him about a week.

I was having a hard time figuring it out. On the surface Brenda was as loving and devoted a wife as she had ever been and I’m not sure what David was doing to cause it, but she was more passionate and demanding in bed. I was having some of the best sex of my life and had I not come home and seen her infidelity with my own eyes I would have never believed it possible. But that changed nothing.

She had betrayed me and was still betraying me three and four days a week while I was at work busting my ass.

The detective called me and told me that he had what I was looking for. It was everything that there was to know about David. Where he worked, what kind of car he drove, where he went when he wasn’t at work or fucking my wife, everything that could be found out about him in a week. I took the report and headed back to my office. I had several friends who owed me favors and I made some phone calls and lined up some help.

David’s car was an old beater and the only insurance that he had on it was the state mandated liability insurance so one night when he got off work and found all four tires slashed he had to foot the replacement bill himself. Two nights later it wouldn’t start and he had to have towed in to a shop where they discovered that some one had filled his gas tank with sugar.

Next, several of my friends went into the store where David worked and bought several hundred dollars worth of merchandise. David’s boss received an anonymous phone call that David was seen carrying stuff out of the back door of the store and putting it in his car.

The boss went and looked, asked David for an explanation and all David could say was that he knew nothing about it. He was fired for theft.

He found a job working in a warehouse and the police got an anonymous phone call that David was selling drugs out of his locker at work. The police showed up with a warrant to search the premises and a sniffer dog that indicated that there was something in David’s locker. When it was opened they found a little over six ounces of marijuana, enough to charge him with possession with intent to sell. His father went his bail, but two days later the police got another tip and they pulled David over and found seven ounces of weed in the trunk of his car. That time his father wouldn’t go his bail.

I was sitting in the front row in the courtroom on the day he was sentenced for a year and a day and when he saw me I smiled at him and he suddenly knew why his life had turned to shit. Apparently Brenda went to see him during visiting hours and he told her about my being in court and how I had smiled at him. I could see her looking at me from time to time as if wondering when I’m going to drop the bomb on her.

Brenda still plays the part of the loving wife and some times she even seems frantic in her desire to please me and I just coast along not giving any indication that I know what she did.

Meanwhile I am quietly moving assets and making the arrangements necessary to see that she comes out of the divorce penniless and with a totally destroyed reputation. Until then I treat her like the loving wife that she hopes that I still think she is. The sex is fantastic and I’m going to miss it when she’s gone, but that may not be for a little while yet.

I am a very patient man and I will wait to lower the boom on her until every t is crossed and I have dotted every i.

Right now I am working on a little scenario that I’m hoping that I can make work. What I want to do is take a drive with Brenda one day and end up in front of the prison just as David is released. I’ll put Brenda out of the car and a pre-positioned man will serve her with the divorce papers as I drive off and leave her there with her lover. It will take some work and some very good timing, but I’m making progress and I do have my hopes.

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• Minutes by: choclit_tai choclit_tai@hotmail

Bad Case of Cabin Fever
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

I just found out that my wife of ten years is fucking another guy. On the one hand I’m angry and upset over that fact the she is an unfaithful whore. On the other watching her with her legs spread wide and taking another man’s cock was the most sexually exciting thing I’d ever seen. It excited me so much that I jacked off twice while watching. So what do I do? The love is gone and I’ll never trust the bitch again, but the lust is there and I want to see her spread herself again for another man.

We own a cabin on five acres up in the mountains. It isn’t much; no power, an outhouse, and we have to carry water in, but foe an occasional weekend getaway it is just fine. The cabin was left to Brenda and her sister in their father’s will and since I get along fine with Debbie and her husband Frank we frequently spend weekends up there with them. At the beginning of the week we decided to spend the weekend in the mountains and Brenda called Debbie to see if she and Frank wanted to go with us. At the last minute something came up at work and I wasn’t going to be able to go up on Friday night. I called Brenda and told her to ride up with Frank and Debbie and that I would see her in the morning. The big emergency at work turned out to have a fifteen-minute solution and by seven o’clock I was on the road making the hour and twenty minute drive to the cabin.

The south wall of the cabin is all stone and is built around the fireplace.

The way the cabin sits you have to park thirty feet away and walk up a slight rise to get to the door and since the south wall has no windows no one knows you are coming unless you have a real noisy vehicle. I parked and walked up to the cabin and as I rounded the southwest corner of the cabin I glanced in the window and saw Frank fucking my wife. They were on the floor lying on a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace, Brenda’s leg were up on his shoulders and her hands were on his ass pulling him closer as he put the meat to her. Brenda was moaning something that I thought I’d been the only one to ever hear, Oh God baby, I love your cock. Fuck me baby, make me cum.

I watched for five minutes as Frank banged away at Brenda and then he slowed down and finally stopped. Brenda pulled him down to her and gave him a passionate kiss and when Frank pulled away from her I saw a string of his cum fall from the head of his dick and onto her belly. Brenda scooped it up with a finger and then smiled up at Frank as she put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. Frank got and went to the sideboard and poured two glasses of wine and took one of them back to Brenda. She took a sip and then set her glass down as Frank dipped the head of his cock in his wineglass and then knelt down by Brenda’s head and then he drank his wine while looking down at Brenda as she sucked his cock.

At first I was stunned to find out that my wife could do this to me. And then anger took hold of me and I wanted to go inside the cabin and kick some ass. But first I would have to put my cock back into my pants. I don’t even remember having taken it out, but it was hard and I finally realized that I was extremely turned on by what I was watching. Inside the cabin Frank put his empty wineglass down and moved over Brenda in a sixty-nine and started eating her cunt. Brenda’s clit has always been extremely sensitive and I heard her scream in pleasure as Frank’s tongue worked on her. The scream was a little garbled since Brenda had a mouth full of cock and I found the sound strangely exciting. Then something occurred to me.

Where was Debbie? If she was up in the loft sleeping Brenda’s cries would surely wake her up, but I saw no sign of her. After a couple of minutes of sixty-nine Brenda said, I want you in me Frankie. Come on baby, give me your cock. I need it baby, fuck me, please fuck me. Frank turned around and slid his cock into my wife’s pussy and for the next ten minutes I watched him fuck her while she moaned, cried, and begged. He finally came and got up to refill their wineglasses while Brenda stretched like a cat and smiled up at Frank. This is nice. We need to do this more often. Frank looked down at her and said, We have all night.

We just need to be sure that we aren’t still at it when Bob gets here in the morning.

No, I mean we need to do this more often when we get back home.

I don’t know Bren. Tonight we got lucky what with Debbie getting sick and Bob getting hung up at work. I’m not sure that we shouldn’t just accept this night as a gift from the gods and let it go.

But I love your cock Frankie and I love the way I feel when you fuck me.

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We are and I love him to death, but what you have done to me tonight is just so sexually exciting.

I feel so deliciously wicked in letting another man have me. I like the feeling and I want to experience it again. I still want Bobby, in fact right now I want him more than ever. When he gets here tomorrow find an excuse to run into town so I can fuck his eyes out.

I don’t know Bren. If we keep this up we could get caught and I don’t want to ruin what I have with Debbie.

Please Frankie? Don’t make me have to out and pick up strangers. I can’t explain how I feel with another cock in me besides Bobby’s, but I want to feel it again.

We’ll see Bren. For now crawl over here and suck my cock. Brenda rolled onto her knees and scuttled across the floor to Frank and took his cock in her mouth. That’s it sweetie, suck it. Suck it like you will die without it. Brenda worked on Frankie about five minutes and then she took her mouth off him, You haven’t had my ass yet Frankie. You want to put your hard cock in my ass?

God, but you are such a slut.

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Brenda was on her hands and knees facing the widow when Frankie slid his cock up her shit chute.

She couldn’t see me outside in the dark, but I was looking right into her eyes as Frank fucked her and I had never seen the wanton lust that I saw in them that night. She tossed her head, moaned and cried out in pleasure as Frank pounded away at her. I came twice as I stood there and watched another man treat my wife like the slut that I never knew she was. I pumped two loads out against the stone walls of the cabin and then, much as I wanted to stay and watch I figured that I better leave before one of them came out to use the outhouse and saw my car.

As I drove home I thought about what I could or should do. One thing was for sure though; I wanted to see Brenda get fucked again.

By the time I pulled into my driveway I had a pretty good idea what was in the near future for Brenda. Some of it she would like and some she definitely wouldn’t. Frank didn’t know it yet, but he was going to be fucking Brenda a lot in the next two weeks if he wanted to keep his night with Brenda a secret from Debbie. That’s the part that Brenda would like. The part she might not like? I was going to find out how many guys I knew who would like to fuck Brenda and then have a gangbang before I threw her ass out. But then again, if I liked watching it I just might keep her around for a while longer.

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5 Minutes
By: choclit_tai (choclit_tai@hotmail.com)

5 Minutes

2009 by choclit_tai

You got 5 minutes.

I knew exactly what he was proposing. I just couldn’t believe that I was hearing him say it. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed my mind plenty of times, but it’s certainly different when you’re offered this type of opportunity.

I played dumb. Huh?

You can have 5 minutes, my friend Max repeated.

He was offering me 5 minutes in his room with his wife Amanda while he presumably took the same opportunity in mine with my wife Veronica.

I was tempted. As I said, I’ve thought about it before, especially that night which had been filled with dirty dancing. But I knew it was a question that my wife should answer and she unfortunately was asleep. With regret, I declined.

Nah, Ronnie would be pissed.

I don’t think she would be necessarily opposed to the idea. After all, the four of us have spent quite a bit of time together in some intimate situations. This night, like many others we went to a dance party for couple and single women only.

It is normally frequented by many swingers and there is always a sexual vibe which presents us with the opportunity to switch partners while dancing and push the limits of flirtation. I know Ronnie and Max have kissed before and his hands have been literally all over her body while dancing. I’m not sure what transpired between them tonight because I was too distracted with his wife Amanda.

Despite dancing with me often, Amanda has normally been pretty reserved on the dance floor. But this night was different. We kissed early on and she had a lustful look in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. She had no problem grinding her body into mine and was sure to feel how excited I was. She offered no resistance when my hands explored her body, but what shocked me the most was when she slid her hand into my pants and gripped my swollen cock.

My guess is that Max and Ronnie’s time on the dance floor mirrored ours which prompted his proposition.

He returned to his adjoining room after I declined his offer.

I removed my pants and lay back on the bed. I glanced at my sleeping wife, taking in her beauty. But I just couldn’t get Amanda out of my head. It’s not that I preferred her over my wife, or that she had something that Ronnie didn’t. It was just the excitement of the night. Dancing with this other woman all night, being intimate with her with my wife so close was so exhilarating. And now Max was offering me a chance to go a step further. Was this something he and Amanda discussed? She for one never seemed interested. And while I knew Max would probably do whatever he could get away with, when it came down to openly doing some type of swap, I’d always gotten the impression that he would never go all the way.

But is that what he now wanted? Was he offering to let me fuck his wife, while he fucked mine? Or did he just want to continue the intimate play from the dance floor? I was growing harder by the second just thinking about it.

I was remembering back to the party when I reached under Amanda’s mini skirt and felt how wet her thong was. How easily my finger slid into her soaked pussy right there on the dance floor. How we didn’t seem to care who saw us, not ever our spouses. I wondered what Ronnie and Max had done. It didn’t even matter that this point.

Just as my hand subconsciously headed to my beckoning erection, Max reappeared through the adjoining doors under the premise of looking for his camera.

I assured him I hadn’t seen it although I knew the real reason for his return. On his way back to his room he hesitated and reiterated his offer.

5 minutes

Shaking my head in agony with visions of Amanda grinding her ample ass into my crotch, I replied, I can’t.

3 minutes, he countered.

A flashback of Amanda unbuttoning my shirt and licking my nipples added pressure.

In a moment of weakness I asked, What is she wearing?

Clearly I was calculating in my mind how far I could get in such a brief timeframe. And Max seizing the opening gave the best answer to achieve his goal.

Nothing, he said trying his best to persuade me.

Damn!

I replied as my head fell into my hands. I still hadn’t said no and that’s all the encouragement he needed.

I tried again in vain to offer a half-hearted refusal but the seed was planted and he knew it. Rather than turn to go back into his room, he headed toward the other side of the bed where my wife was sleeping.
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Here, I’ll make it easy for you, he said as he closed in on my wife Veronica.

He was right because that’s all that it took for me to relent. I should have said something. I should have stopped him… grabbed him and thrown him out of my room. Instead I threw caution and my better judgment to the wind.

As he continued toward my wife I got up and walk into his room to find Amanda.

It was dark barely illuminated by the street lights outside. I saw Amanda sleeping on the far side of the bed and quickly realized that Max had lied about what she was wearing. I couldn’t blame him, but at this point I was too far in to turn back. She lay in her dress hiked up showing all of her succulent thighs. I leaned on the bed next to her and whispered her name as I began to rub her legs. She rolled onto her back, opening herself up to me, but was understandably groggy. I needed her to know it was me rather than Max. I softly kissed her lips and again called her name as I watched her eyes open and focus on me. She recognized it was me as I continued to caress her body.

Where’s Max? she questioned.

He left, I’m here, I replied.

Although I didn’t mention my room or Veronica I could see her putting things together in her mind. Like she had done all night, she offered no resistance.

I moved in and kissed her again, with her kissing me back this time. I moved down her neck to her shoulders, sliding her spaghetti straps down as my tongue traced her collar bone. I pulled the top of her dress down further, exposing her breasts. I licked around her dark areolas while slipping my hand under her dress to reach her thong. I continued to feast on her breasts as I began to rub her mound. Her legs began to spread allowing me to caress her nether lips through the damp fabric.

Let me taste you, I beckoned as I began to pull her thong down. She just moaned but gave her consent by lifting herself to allow me to fully remove her undergarment. I immediately slid back between her legs up to her treasure. Her scent confirmed her night full of arousal and my tongue easily separated her lips. I was greeted with the wetness that my fingers found earlier on the dance floor. I licked deep and drove my tongue up to her clit. I continued to lap up and down the length of her pussy as she began to squirm under me. I brought my hand up and inserted my middle finger into soggy tunnel while my mouth concentrated on her clit.

I sucked her tiny nub into my mouth, swishing my tongue all over it while my added a second finger. I sucked harder and continued to bang her until I felt her inner walls contract. Her hand went immediately to head, holding me in place while her orgasm quaked through her.

She continued to quiver as I lifted myself to free my aching cock and consummate this lust filled night with my friend’s wife. I hastily removed my boxer-briefs and shirt and climbed back on the bed with Amanda. I was guiding my swollen cock towards her well-licked pussy when you stopped me.

We can’t.

‘WHAT?!

My chin was still wet with her juices and now she’s stopping me?

I can’t do this, you have to go, she pleaded.

For the first time since I entered her room I thought about Max and Veronica. I had lost track of time, but was sure it had been more than five minutes. I got back up and gathered my clothes.

I’m sorry Trey, she offered.

I didn’t respond and headed toward the door, afraid what was could be going on in the next room. Up to that point I had only heard Amanda’s moans, but now I could hear unmistakable breathing coming from my room. I felt a knot in my stomach as I walked through the door.

I’m not sure why I did what I did. Everything was happening so fast. I walked in and amazingly wasn’t staggered by the site of my friend fucking my wife.

She was on her knees with her head down in her arms while he drove into her from behind. I was naked and my cock never lost its firmness. I was nearly upon them by the time Max noticed me. He froze and moved away my wife, justifiably not sure of how I was going to react.

Veronica groaned as stopped pleasing her and was about to lift up and turn around as I placed my hand on her back to keep her down. I never said a word to either of them as I moved behind her and entered her slick hole.

Mmmmmmm, was her response as I began to thrust into the pussy my friend has just been in.

Max got then hint and gathered his things to return to his room, probably thinking that I had just fucked his wife like he had mine.

She didn’t feel any different. She was still tight around my cock like she always was.

I could feel myself grown as I replayed the events of the night. Even the sight I had just witnessed. I gripped her hips harder and pumped deeper.

Is this what you wanted? Is this what you’ve been waiting for? she asked.

I figured she thought I was still Max and we both knew he had wanted her for a long time. I didn’t answer but continued to fuck her desperately needing a release. I assumed she’d stop once she knew it was me. I couldn’t stop. I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.

Was she good?

I froze.

You better not stop damn it!

I was still inside her but wasn’t moving She turned around and laid back on the bed, finally making eye contact me with since being fucked by my friend.
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I don’t what kind of game you two are playing and as far as what you and Amanda were doing, we can deal with that later. For now, you better get down here and finish what your buddy started, she demanded.

My dick twitched as she said that. I never thought I’d be turned on by that fact. This whole night I had been thinking about Amanda and my desire to be with her is what led me into that room.

But now I could care less about the fact that she stopped me or that Ronnie didn’t stop Max. I just wanted to fuck my wife.

I climbed on the bed, pulled her legs over my thighs and eased back into her soaked pussy. She felt even better than before. I drove into her as she encouraged me to fuck her harder. I finally lay on top of her and planted myself deeply inside her sex. I leaned down and kissed her passionately. If she detected the taste of Amanda’s pussy, she didn’t flinch and returned my intensity.

It was then that I could hear the sounds of sex emanating from the adjoining room. It sounded as if Amanda wasn’t too upset at Max for being in here with Ronnie.

It was turning into to such a strange night.

My focus was brought back to Ronnie as she dug her nails into my ass to pull me in deeper. I continued to pump inside her with urgency. Her pussy gripped and pulled at me with the same resolve. The events of the whole night were finally taking their toll and I could feel my release impending. She held me tight as her climax began. I could feel her tunnel pulsate around my excited cock until I let erupted hours of sexual build up into the depths of her pussy. We began to come down from our emotional high and I rolled over to prepare myself for the questions that were sure to come my way. Instead, my wife laid her hand on my chest and we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke hours later as Veronica got up and headed to the bathroom. My cock stirred as I watched her naked ass sway with that familiar jiggle. I could hear the shower begin as I reflected on the previous night’s events.

Just then, I saw Amanda show up at the door of our adjoining rooms.

Max is in the shower too. You got 5 minutes to finish what you started!

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• Brenda and david

5 Minutes
By: choclit_tai (choclit_tai@hotmail.com)

5 Minutes

2009 by choclit_tai

You got 5 minutes.

I knew exactly what he was proposing. I just couldn’t believe that I was hearing him say it. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed my mind plenty of times, but it’s certainly different when you’re offered this type of opportunity.

I played dumb. Huh?

You can have 5 minutes, my friend Max repeated.

He was offering me 5 minutes in his room with his wife Amanda while he presumably took the same opportunity in mine with my wife Veronica.

I was tempted. As I said, I’ve thought about it before, especially that night which had been filled with dirty dancing. But I knew it was a question that my wife should answer and she unfortunately was asleep. With regret, I declined.

Nah, Ronnie would be pissed.

I don’t think she would be necessarily opposed to the idea. After all, the four of us have spent quite a bit of time together in some intimate situations. This night, like many others we went to a dance party for couple and single women only.

It is normally frequented by many swingers and there is always a sexual vibe which presents us with the opportunity to switch partners while dancing and push the limits of flirtation. I know Ronnie and Max have kissed before and his hands have been literally all over her body while dancing. I’m not sure what transpired between them tonight because I was too distracted with his wife Amanda.

Despite dancing with me often, Amanda has normally been pretty reserved on the dance floor. But this night was different. We kissed early on and she had a lustful look in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. She had no problem grinding her body into mine and was sure to feel how excited I was. She offered no resistance when my hands explored her body, but what shocked me the most was when she slid her hand into my pants and gripped my swollen cock.

My guess is that Max and Ronnie’s time on the dance floor mirrored ours which prompted his proposition.

He returned to his adjoining room after I declined his offer.

I removed my pants and lay back on the bed. I glanced at my sleeping wife, taking in her beauty. But I just couldn’t get Amanda out of my head. It’s not that I preferred her over my wife, or that she had something that Ronnie didn’t. It was just the excitement of the night. Dancing with this other woman all night, being intimate with her with my wife so close was so exhilarating. And now Max was offering me a chance to go a step further. Was this something he and Amanda discussed? She for one never seemed interested. And while I knew Max would probably do whatever he could get away with, when it came down to openly doing some type of swap, I’d always gotten the impression that he would never go all the way.

But is that what he now wanted? Was he offering to let me fuck his wife, while he fucked mine? Or did he just want to continue the intimate play from the dance floor? I was growing harder by the second just thinking about it.

I was remembering back to the party when I reached under Amanda’s mini skirt and felt how wet her thong was. How easily my finger slid into her soaked pussy right there on the dance floor. How we didn’t seem to care who saw us, not ever our spouses. I wondered what Ronnie and Max had done. It didn’t even matter that this point.

Just as my hand subconsciously headed to my beckoning erection, Max reappeared through the adjoining doors under the premise of looking for his camera.

I assured him I hadn’t seen it although I knew the real reason for his return. On his way back to his room he hesitated and reiterated his offer.

5 minutes

Shaking my head in agony with visions of Amanda grinding her ample ass into my crotch, I replied, I can’t.

3 minutes, he countered.

A flashback of Amanda unbuttoning my shirt and licking my nipples added pressure.

In a moment of weakness I asked, What is she wearing?

Clearly I was calculating in my mind how far I could get in such a brief timeframe. And Max seizing the opening gave the best answer to achieve his goal.

Nothing, he said trying his best to persuade me.

Damn!

I replied as my head fell into my hands. I still hadn’t said no and that’s all the encouragement he needed.

I tried again in vain to offer a half-hearted refusal but the seed was planted and he knew it. Rather than turn to go back into his room, he headed toward the other side of the bed where my wife was sleeping.
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Here, I’ll make it easy for you, he said as he closed in on my wife Veronica.

He was right because that’s all that it took for me to relent. I should have said something. I should have stopped him… grabbed him and thrown him out of my room. Instead I threw caution and my better judgment to the wind.

As he continued toward my wife I got up and walk into his room to find Amanda.

It was dark barely illuminated by the street lights outside. I saw Amanda sleeping on the far side of the bed and quickly realized that Max had lied about what she was wearing. I couldn’t blame him, but at this point I was too far in to turn back. She lay in her dress hiked up showing all of her succulent thighs. I leaned on the bed next to her and whispered her name as I began to rub her legs. She rolled onto her back, opening herself up to me, but was understandably groggy. I needed her to know it was me rather than Max. I softly kissed her lips and again called her name as I watched her eyes open and focus on me. She recognized it was me as I continued to caress her body.

Where’s Max? she questioned.

He left, I’m here, I replied.

Although I didn’t mention my room or Veronica I could see her putting things together in her mind. Like she had done all night, she offered no resistance.

I moved in and kissed her again, with her kissing me back this time. I moved down her neck to her shoulders, sliding her spaghetti straps down as my tongue traced her collar bone. I pulled the top of her dress down further, exposing her breasts. I licked around her dark areolas while slipping my hand under her dress to reach her thong. I continued to feast on her breasts as I began to rub her mound. Her legs began to spread allowing me to caress her nether lips through the damp fabric.

Let me taste you, I beckoned as I began to pull her thong down. She just moaned but gave her consent by lifting herself to allow me to fully remove her undergarment. I immediately slid back between her legs up to her treasure. Her scent confirmed her night full of arousal and my tongue easily separated her lips. I was greeted with the wetness that my fingers found earlier on the dance floor. I licked deep and drove my tongue up to her clit. I continued to lap up and down the length of her pussy as she began to squirm under me. I brought my hand up and inserted my middle finger into soggy tunnel while my mouth concentrated on her clit.

I sucked her tiny nub into my mouth, swishing my tongue all over it while my added a second finger. I sucked harder and continued to bang her until I felt her inner walls contract. Her hand went immediately to head, holding me in place while her orgasm quaked through her.

She continued to quiver as I lifted myself to free my aching cock and consummate this lust filled night with my friend’s wife. I hastily removed my boxer-briefs and shirt and climbed back on the bed with Amanda. I was guiding my swollen cock towards her well-licked pussy when you stopped me.

We can’t.

‘WHAT?!

My chin was still wet with her juices and now she’s stopping me?

I can’t do this, you have to go, she pleaded.

For the first time since I entered her room I thought about Max and Veronica. I had lost track of time, but was sure it had been more than five minutes. I got back up and gathered my clothes.

I’m sorry Trey, she offered.

I didn’t respond and headed toward the door, afraid what was could be going on in the next room. Up to that point I had only heard Amanda’s moans, but now I could hear unmistakable breathing coming from my room. I felt a knot in my stomach as I walked through the door.

I’m not sure why I did what I did. Everything was happening so fast. I walked in and amazingly wasn’t staggered by the site of my friend fucking my wife.

She was on her knees with her head down in her arms while he drove into her from behind. I was naked and my cock never lost its firmness. I was nearly upon them by the time Max noticed me. He froze and moved away my wife, justifiably not sure of how I was going to react.

Veronica groaned as stopped pleasing her and was about to lift up and turn around as I placed my hand on her back to keep her down. I never said a word to either of them as I moved behind her and entered her slick hole.

Mmmmmmm, was her response as I began to thrust into the pussy my friend has just been in.

Max got then hint and gathered his things to return to his room, probably thinking that I had just fucked his wife like he had mine.

She didn’t feel any different. She was still tight around my cock like she always was.

I could feel myself grown as I replayed the events of the night. Even the sight I had just witnessed. I gripped her hips harder and pumped deeper.

Is this what you wanted? Is this what you’ve been waiting for? she asked.

I figured she thought I was still Max and we both knew he had wanted her for a long time. I didn’t answer but continued to fuck her desperately needing a release. I assumed she’d stop once she knew it was me. I couldn’t stop. I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.

Was she good?

I froze.

You better not stop damn it!

I was still inside her but wasn’t moving She turned around and laid back on the bed, finally making eye contact me with since being fucked by my friend.
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I don’t what kind of game you two are playing and as far as what you and Amanda were doing, we can deal with that later. For now, you better get down here and finish what your buddy started, she demanded.

My dick twitched as she said that. I never thought I’d be turned on by that fact. This whole night I had been thinking about Amanda and my desire to be with her is what led me into that room.

But now I could care less about the fact that she stopped me or that Ronnie didn’t stop Max. I just wanted to fuck my wife.

I climbed on the bed, pulled her legs over my thighs and eased back into her soaked pussy. She felt even better than before. I drove into her as she encouraged me to fuck her harder. I finally lay on top of her and planted myself deeply inside her sex. I leaned down and kissed her passionately. If she detected the taste of Amanda’s pussy, she didn’t flinch and returned my intensity.

It was then that I could hear the sounds of sex emanating from the adjoining room. It sounded as if Amanda wasn’t too upset at Max for being in here with Ronnie.

It was turning into to such a strange night.

My focus was brought back to Ronnie as she dug her nails into my ass to pull me in deeper. I continued to pump inside her with urgency. Her pussy gripped and pulled at me with the same resolve. The events of the whole night were finally taking their toll and I could feel my release impending. She held me tight as her climax began. I could feel her tunnel pulsate around my excited cock until I let erupted hours of sexual build up into the depths of her pussy. We began to come down from our emotional high and I rolled over to prepare myself for the questions that were sure to come my way. Instead, my wife laid her hand on my chest and we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke hours later as Veronica got up and headed to the bathroom. My cock stirred as I watched her naked ass sway with that familiar jiggle. I could hear the shower begin as I reflected on the previous night’s events.

Just then, I saw Amanda show up at the door of our adjoining rooms.

Max is in the shower too. You got 5 minutes to finish what you started!

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5 Minutes
By: choclit_tai (choclit_tai@hotmail.com)

5 Minutes

2009 by choclit_tai

You got 5 minutes.

I knew exactly what he was proposing. I just couldn’t believe that I was hearing him say it. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed my mind plenty of times, but it’s certainly different when you’re offered this type of opportunity.

I played dumb. Huh?

You can have 5 minutes, my friend Max repeated.

He was offering me 5 minutes in his room with his wife Amanda while he presumably took the same opportunity in mine with my wife Veronica.

I was tempted. As I said, I’ve thought about it before, especially that night which had been filled with dirty dancing. But I knew it was a question that my wife should answer and she unfortunately was asleep. With regret, I declined.

Nah, Ronnie would be pissed.

I don’t think she would be necessarily opposed to the idea. After all, the four of us have spent quite a bit of time together in some intimate situations. This night, like many others we went to a dance party for couple and single women only.

It is normally frequented by many swingers and there is always a sexual vibe which presents us with the opportunity to switch partners while dancing and push the limits of flirtation. I know Ronnie and Max have kissed before and his hands have been literally all over her body while dancing. I’m not sure what transpired between them tonight because I was too distracted with his wife Amanda.

Despite dancing with me often, Amanda has normally been pretty reserved on the dance floor. But this night was different. We kissed early on and she had a lustful look in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. She had no problem grinding her body into mine and was sure to feel how excited I was. She offered no resistance when my hands explored her body, but what shocked me the most was when she slid her hand into my pants and gripped my swollen cock.

My guess is that Max and Ronnie’s time on the dance floor mirrored ours which prompted his proposition.

He returned to his adjoining room after I declined his offer.

I removed my pants and lay back on the bed. I glanced at my sleeping wife, taking in her beauty. But I just couldn’t get Amanda out of my head. It’s not that I preferred her over my wife, or that she had something that Ronnie didn’t. It was just the excitement of the night. Dancing with this other woman all night, being intimate with her with my wife so close was so exhilarating. And now Max was offering me a chance to go a step further. Was this something he and Amanda discussed? She for one never seemed interested. And while I knew Max would probably do whatever he could get away with, when it came down to openly doing some type of swap, I’d always gotten the impression that he would never go all the way.

But is that what he now wanted? Was he offering to let me fuck his wife, while he fucked mine? Or did he just want to continue the intimate play from the dance floor? I was growing harder by the second just thinking about it.

I was remembering back to the party when I reached under Amanda’s mini skirt and felt how wet her thong was. How easily my finger slid into her soaked pussy right there on the dance floor. How we didn’t seem to care who saw us, not ever our spouses. I wondered what Ronnie and Max had done. It didn’t even matter that this point.

Just as my hand subconsciously headed to my beckoning erection, Max reappeared through the adjoining doors under the premise of looking for his camera.

I assured him I hadn’t seen it although I knew the real reason for his return. On his way back to his room he hesitated and reiterated his offer.

5 minutes

Shaking my head in agony with visions of Amanda grinding her ample ass into my crotch, I replied, I can’t.

3 minutes, he countered.

A flashback of Amanda unbuttoning my shirt and licking my nipples added pressure.

In a moment of weakness I asked, What is she wearing?

Clearly I was calculating in my mind how far I could get in such a brief timeframe. And Max seizing the opening gave the best answer to achieve his goal.

Nothing, he said trying his best to persuade me.

Damn!

I replied as my head fell into my hands. I still hadn’t said no and that’s all the encouragement he needed.

I tried again in vain to offer a half-hearted refusal but the seed was planted and he knew it. Rather than turn to go back into his room, he headed toward the other side of the bed where my wife was sleeping.
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Here, I’ll make it easy for you, he said as he closed in on my wife Veronica.

He was right because that’s all that it took for me to relent. I should have said something. I should have stopped him… grabbed him and thrown him out of my room. Instead I threw caution and my better judgment to the wind.

As he continued toward my wife I got up and walk into his room to find Amanda.

It was dark barely illuminated by the street lights outside. I saw Amanda sleeping on the far side of the bed and quickly realized that Max had lied about what she was wearing. I couldn’t blame him, but at this point I was too far in to turn back. She lay in her dress hiked up showing all of her succulent thighs. I leaned on the bed next to her and whispered her name as I began to rub her legs. She rolled onto her back, opening herself up to me, but was understandably groggy. I needed her to know it was me rather than Max. I softly kissed her lips and again called her name as I watched her eyes open and focus on me. She recognized it was me as I continued to caress her body.

Where’s Max? she questioned.

He left, I’m here, I replied.

Although I didn’t mention my room or Veronica I could see her putting things together in her mind. Like she had done all night, she offered no resistance.

I moved in and kissed her again, with her kissing me back this time. I moved down her neck to her shoulders, sliding her spaghetti straps down as my tongue traced her collar bone. I pulled the top of her dress down further, exposing her breasts. I licked around her dark areolas while slipping my hand under her dress to reach her thong. I continued to feast on her breasts as I began to rub her mound. Her legs began to spread allowing me to caress her nether lips through the damp fabric.

Let me taste you, I beckoned as I began to pull her thong down. She just moaned but gave her consent by lifting herself to allow me to fully remove her undergarment. I immediately slid back between her legs up to her treasure. Her scent confirmed her night full of arousal and my tongue easily separated her lips. I was greeted with the wetness that my fingers found earlier on the dance floor. I licked deep and drove my tongue up to her clit. I continued to lap up and down the length of her pussy as she began to squirm under me. I brought my hand up and inserted my middle finger into soggy tunnel while my mouth concentrated on her clit.

I sucked her tiny nub into my mouth, swishing my tongue all over it while my added a second finger. I sucked harder and continued to bang her until I felt her inner walls contract. Her hand went immediately to head, holding me in place while her orgasm quaked through her.

She continued to quiver as I lifted myself to free my aching cock and consummate this lust filled night with my friend’s wife. I hastily removed my boxer-briefs and shirt and climbed back on the bed with Amanda. I was guiding my swollen cock towards her well-licked pussy when you stopped me.

We can’t.

‘WHAT?!

My chin was still wet with her juices and now she’s stopping me?

I can’t do this, you have to go, she pleaded.

For the first time since I entered her room I thought about Max and Veronica. I had lost track of time, but was sure it had been more than five minutes. I got back up and gathered my clothes.

I’m sorry Trey, she offered.

I didn’t respond and headed toward the door, afraid what was could be going on in the next room. Up to that point I had only heard Amanda’s moans, but now I could hear unmistakable breathing coming from my room. I felt a knot in my stomach as I walked through the door.

I’m not sure why I did what I did. Everything was happening so fast. I walked in and amazingly wasn’t staggered by the site of my friend fucking my wife.

She was on her knees with her head down in her arms while he drove into her from behind. I was naked and my cock never lost its firmness. I was nearly upon them by the time Max noticed me. He froze and moved away my wife, justifiably not sure of how I was going to react.

Veronica groaned as stopped pleasing her and was about to lift up and turn around as I placed my hand on her back to keep her down. I never said a word to either of them as I moved behind her and entered her slick hole.

Mmmmmmm, was her response as I began to thrust into the pussy my friend has just been in.

Max got then hint and gathered his things to return to his room, probably thinking that I had just fucked his wife like he had mine.

She didn’t feel any different. She was still tight around my cock like she always was.

I could feel myself grown as I replayed the events of the night. Even the sight I had just witnessed. I gripped her hips harder and pumped deeper.

Is this what you wanted? Is this what you’ve been waiting for? she asked.

I figured she thought I was still Max and we both knew he had wanted her for a long time. I didn’t answer but continued to fuck her desperately needing a release. I assumed she’d stop once she knew it was me. I couldn’t stop. I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.

Was she good?

I froze.

You better not stop damn it!

I was still inside her but wasn’t moving She turned around and laid back on the bed, finally making eye contact me with since being fucked by my friend.
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I don’t what kind of game you two are playing and as far as what you and Amanda were doing, we can deal with that later. For now, you better get down here and finish what your buddy started, she demanded.

My dick twitched as she said that. I never thought I’d be turned on by that fact. This whole night I had been thinking about Amanda and my desire to be with her is what led me into that room.

But now I could care less about the fact that she stopped me or that Ronnie didn’t stop Max. I just wanted to fuck my wife.

I climbed on the bed, pulled her legs over my thighs and eased back into her soaked pussy. She felt even better than before. I drove into her as she encouraged me to fuck her harder. I finally lay on top of her and planted myself deeply inside her sex. I leaned down and kissed her passionately. If she detected the taste of Amanda’s pussy, she didn’t flinch and returned my intensity.

It was then that I could hear the sounds of sex emanating from the adjoining room. It sounded as if Amanda wasn’t too upset at Max for being in here with Ronnie.

It was turning into to such a strange night.

My focus was brought back to Ronnie as she dug her nails into my ass to pull me in deeper. I continued to pump inside her with urgency. Her pussy gripped and pulled at me with the same resolve. The events of the whole night were finally taking their toll and I could feel my release impending. She held me tight as her climax began. I could feel her tunnel pulsate around my excited cock until I let erupted hours of sexual build up into the depths of her pussy. We began to come down from our emotional high and I rolled over to prepare myself for the questions that were sure to come my way. Instead, my wife laid her hand on my chest and we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke hours later as Veronica got up and headed to the bathroom. My cock stirred as I watched her naked ass sway with that familiar jiggle. I could hear the shower begin as I reflected on the previous night’s events.

Just then, I saw Amanda show up at the door of our adjoining rooms.

Max is in the shower too. You got 5 minutes to finish what you started!

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5 Minutes
By: choclit_tai (choclit_tai@hotmail.com)

5 Minutes

2009 by choclit_tai

You got 5 minutes.

I knew exactly what he was proposing. I just couldn’t believe that I was hearing him say it. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed my mind plenty of times, but it’s certainly different when you’re offered this type of opportunity.

I played dumb. Huh?

You can have 5 minutes, my friend Max repeated.

He was offering me 5 minutes in his room with his wife Amanda while he presumably took the same opportunity in mine with my wife Veronica.

I was tempted. As I said, I’ve thought about it before, especially that night which had been filled with dirty dancing. But I knew it was a question that my wife should answer and she unfortunately was asleep. With regret, I declined.

Nah, Ronnie would be pissed.

I don’t think she would be necessarily opposed to the idea. After all, the four of us have spent quite a bit of time together in some intimate situations. This night, like many others we went to a dance party for couple and single women only.

It is normally frequented by many swingers and there is always a sexual vibe which presents us with the opportunity to switch partners while dancing and push the limits of flirtation. I know Ronnie and Max have kissed before and his hands have been literally all over her body while dancing. I’m not sure what transpired between them tonight because I was too distracted with his wife Amanda.

Despite dancing with me often, Amanda has normally been pretty reserved on the dance floor. But this night was different. We kissed early on and she had a lustful look in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. She had no problem grinding her body into mine and was sure to feel how excited I was. She offered no resistance when my hands explored her body, but what shocked me the most was when she slid her hand into my pants and gripped my swollen cock.

My guess is that Max and Ronnie’s time on the dance floor mirrored ours which prompted his proposition.

He returned to his adjoining room after I declined his offer.

I removed my pants and lay back on the bed. I glanced at my sleeping wife, taking in her beauty. But I just couldn’t get Amanda out of my head. It’s not that I preferred her over my wife, or that she had something that Ronnie didn’t. It was just the excitement of the night. Dancing with this other woman all night, being intimate with her with my wife so close was so exhilarating. And now Max was offering me a chance to go a step further. Was this something he and Amanda discussed? She for one never seemed interested. And while I knew Max would probably do whatever he could get away with, when it came down to openly doing some type of swap, I’d always gotten the impression that he would never go all the way.

But is that what he now wanted? Was he offering to let me fuck his wife, while he fucked mine? Or did he just want to continue the intimate play from the dance floor? I was growing harder by the second just thinking about it.

I was remembering back to the party when I reached under Amanda’s mini skirt and felt how wet her thong was. How easily my finger slid into her soaked pussy right there on the dance floor. How we didn’t seem to care who saw us, not ever our spouses. I wondered what Ronnie and Max had done. It didn’t even matter that this point.

Just as my hand subconsciously headed to my beckoning erection, Max reappeared through the adjoining doors under the premise of looking for his camera.

I assured him I hadn’t seen it although I knew the real reason for his return. On his way back to his room he hesitated and reiterated his offer.

5 minutes

Shaking my head in agony with visions of Amanda grinding her ample ass into my crotch, I replied, I can’t.

3 minutes, he countered.

A flashback of Amanda unbuttoning my shirt and licking my nipples added pressure.

In a moment of weakness I asked, What is she wearing?

Clearly I was calculating in my mind how far I could get in such a brief timeframe. And Max seizing the opening gave the best answer to achieve his goal.

Nothing, he said trying his best to persuade me.

Damn!

I replied as my head fell into my hands. I still hadn’t said no and that’s all the encouragement he needed.

I tried again in vain to offer a half-hearted refusal but the seed was planted and he knew it. Rather than turn to go back into his room, he headed toward the other side of the bed where my wife was sleeping.
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Here, I’ll make it easy for you, he said as he closed in on my wife Veronica.

He was right because that’s all that it took for me to relent. I should have said something. I should have stopped him… grabbed him and thrown him out of my room. Instead I threw caution and my better judgment to the wind.

As he continued toward my wife I got up and walk into his room to find Amanda.

It was dark barely illuminated by the street lights outside. I saw Amanda sleeping on the far side of the bed and quickly realized that Max had lied about what she was wearing. I couldn’t blame him, but at this point I was too far in to turn back. She lay in her dress hiked up showing all of her succulent thighs. I leaned on the bed next to her and whispered her name as I began to rub her legs. She rolled onto her back, opening herself up to me, but was understandably groggy. I needed her to know it was me rather than Max. I softly kissed her lips and again called her name as I watched her eyes open and focus on me. She recognized it was me as I continued to caress her body.

Where’s Max? she questioned.

He left, I’m here, I replied.

Although I didn’t mention my room or Veronica I could see her putting things together in her mind. Like she had done all night, she offered no resistance.

I moved in and kissed her again, with her kissing me back this time. I moved down her neck to her shoulders, sliding her spaghetti straps down as my tongue traced her collar bone. I pulled the top of her dress down further, exposing her breasts. I licked around her dark areolas while slipping my hand under her dress to reach her thong. I continued to feast on her breasts as I began to rub her mound. Her legs began to spread allowing me to caress her nether lips through the damp fabric.

Let me taste you, I beckoned as I began to pull her thong down. She just moaned but gave her consent by lifting herself to allow me to fully remove her undergarment. I immediately slid back between her legs up to her treasure. Her scent confirmed her night full of arousal and my tongue easily separated her lips. I was greeted with the wetness that my fingers found earlier on the dance floor. I licked deep and drove my tongue up to her clit. I continued to lap up and down the length of her pussy as she began to squirm under me. I brought my hand up and inserted my middle finger into soggy tunnel while my mouth concentrated on her clit.

I sucked her tiny nub into my mouth, swishing my tongue all over it while my added a second finger. I sucked harder and continued to bang her until I felt her inner walls contract. Her hand went immediately to head, holding me in place while her orgasm quaked through her.

She continued to quiver as I lifted myself to free my aching cock and consummate this lust filled night with my friend’s wife. I hastily removed my boxer-briefs and shirt and climbed back on the bed with Amanda. I was guiding my swollen cock towards her well-licked pussy when you stopped me.

We can’t.

‘WHAT?!

My chin was still wet with her juices and now she’s stopping me?

I can’t do this, you have to go, she pleaded.

For the first time since I entered her room I thought about Max and Veronica. I had lost track of time, but was sure it had been more than five minutes. I got back up and gathered my clothes.

I’m sorry Trey, she offered.

I didn’t respond and headed toward the door, afraid what was could be going on in the next room. Up to that point I had only heard Amanda’s moans, but now I could hear unmistakable breathing coming from my room. I felt a knot in my stomach as I walked through the door.

I’m not sure why I did what I did. Everything was happening so fast. I walked in and amazingly wasn’t staggered by the site of my friend fucking my wife.

She was on her knees with her head down in her arms while he drove into her from behind. I was naked and my cock never lost its firmness. I was nearly upon them by the time Max noticed me. He froze and moved away my wife, justifiably not sure of how I was going to react.

Veronica groaned as stopped pleasing her and was about to lift up and turn around as I placed my hand on her back to keep her down. I never said a word to either of them as I moved behind her and entered her slick hole.

Mmmmmmm, was her response as I began to thrust into the pussy my friend has just been in.

Max got then hint and gathered his things to return to his room, probably thinking that I had just fucked his wife like he had mine.

She didn’t feel any different. She was still tight around my cock like she always was.

I could feel myself grown as I replayed the events of the night. Even the sight I had just witnessed. I gripped her hips harder and pumped deeper.

Is this what you wanted? Is this what you’ve been waiting for? she asked.

I figured she thought I was still Max and we both knew he had wanted her for a long time. I didn’t answer but continued to fuck her desperately needing a release. I assumed she’d stop once she knew it was me. I couldn’t stop. I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.

Was she good?

I froze.

You better not stop damn it!

I was still inside her but wasn’t moving She turned around and laid back on the bed, finally making eye contact me with since being fucked by my friend.
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I don’t what kind of game you two are playing and as far as what you and Amanda were doing, we can deal with that later. For now, you better get down here and finish what your buddy started, she demanded.

My dick twitched as she said that. I never thought I’d be turned on by that fact. This whole night I had been thinking about Amanda and my desire to be with her is what led me into that room.

But now I could care less about the fact that she stopped me or that Ronnie didn’t stop Max. I just wanted to fuck my wife.

I climbed on the bed, pulled her legs over my thighs and eased back into her soaked pussy. She felt even better than before. I drove into her as she encouraged me to fuck her harder. I finally lay on top of her and planted myself deeply inside her sex. I leaned down and kissed her passionately. If she detected the taste of Amanda’s pussy, she didn’t flinch and returned my intensity.

It was then that I could hear the sounds of sex emanating from the adjoining room. It sounded as if Amanda wasn’t too upset at Max for being in here with Ronnie.

It was turning into to such a strange night.

My focus was brought back to Ronnie as she dug her nails into my ass to pull me in deeper. I continued to pump inside her with urgency. Her pussy gripped and pulled at me with the same resolve. The events of the whole night were finally taking their toll and I could feel my release impending. She held me tight as her climax began. I could feel her tunnel pulsate around my excited cock until I let erupted hours of sexual build up into the depths of her pussy. We began to come down from our emotional high and I rolled over to prepare myself for the questions that were sure to come my way. Instead, my wife laid her hand on my chest and we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke hours later as Veronica got up and headed to the bathroom. My cock stirred as I watched her naked ass sway with that familiar jiggle. I could hear the shower begin as I reflected on the previous night’s events.

Just then, I saw Amanda show up at the door of our adjoining rooms.

Max is in the shower too. You got 5 minutes to finish what you started!

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