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We all have those naughty thoughts
after marriage. Those wanton desires...
you miss the thrill of experiencing
someone and something new. The sexual
longing to be satisfied in ways you never
imagined... What if you were granted the
chance to fulfill these taboo wants?

It was late on a Friday night, close to
midnight, and I found myself alone in the
downstairs of my large, exquisitely
furnished home. My husband, Ronny, had
retired to bed, telling me that he was
tired after a long week at the university
where he worked as a Professor of
Philosophy. He was a successful man
and we had never been short of money.
My beautiful surroundings were
testament to that.

Expensive watercolor paintings

adorned the walls, with family portraits
nestled in between. I stood in front of
one. It was Ronny and I with our two
children – twins – right before they had
left for college.
Both Tyler and Jenny had chosen to
go to school out of state. I missed my son
and daughter a lot these days. I had been
a stay at home mom since they were born
and now that they were gone, grown up,
I often wondered what I was supposed
to do. Ronny didn't pay me as much
attention as I would have liked. He left

the house at seven thirty every morning,
Monday through Friday, and most days I
wouldn't see him again until after six pm.
When he did come home, he would tuck
himself away in his office, correcting
papers or creating exams for his
students. On those rare occasions my
husband had free time, he was a lover of
golf. He would go to play with some of
the other professors and this too would
see him gone for hours on end. I guess
you could say that I was kind of lonely.

In the living room that night, I lay
back on the plush couch stretching
myself out. I pointed the television
remote at the large flatscreen mounted on
the wall and began to flick through the
channels. At this hour, there wasn't much
on that I cared to watch. Usually I liked
cookery shows, taking an interest in
learning to whip up a new delight in the
kitchen, or some of those terrible, but at
the same time, addicticting reality
shows. I searched in vain for something
to pass the time but encountered only
telesales, repeats and the news.

Suddenly, large bouncing breasts filled
the screen! Ah, the adult channels. I must
admit I had always been curious about
these. I lowered the volume so as not to
wake Ronny. I couldn't imagine how my
husband would react if he were to walk
into the room to find me watching porn.

On tv, a dark haired, big busted lady
was bent over and being filled from
behind by possibly the longest and
thickest cock I had ever set eyes on. I
couldn't stop staring at it! My husband

had a big dick that I had always been
crazy about but it paled in comparison to
this. I loved how this one looked and
how the pussy wrapped around it was
stretching to accommodate its girth. How
good would that feel inside of me, I
thought longingly to myself. I slipped my
hand under the waistband of my pyjamas
and beneath my panties.

My pussy was already wet. “Mmm!”
I moaned, as I slid a finger inside my
slick little slit. I imagined being bent

over this couch, taking that cock. I
circled my fingers over my clit. It felt so
good. Ronny and I had enjoyed a
passionate sex life in the past but since
his latest promotion, he'd been so busy
with work. I was really missing it. I was
really missing being fucked. I thrust my
fingers inside my pussy, transfixed on the
screen. “Fuck me!” I groaned. How
badly I wanted a big dick! I came,
feeling the waves of orgasm throughout
my entire body and lay panting on the
sofa. I really need to do something about
our sex life, I surmised.

~~~

~~~

On Saturday morning, I woke to find
the bed empty. My husband was an early
riser and the clock on the night-stand
read that it was after nine am. I crept out
of bed and made my way to the kitchen.
Ronny was there, sitting at the table,
sipping coffee and reading the morning
paper.

“Good morning, Heather!” he greeted
me. I poured myself some coffee and
went to sit beside him.

“Morning sweetie, what are your
plans for today?”

I thought that perhaps today was the
day Ronny and I could reignite some of
our former spark, if you know what I

mean! “I'm going to play golf. There's a
really important tournament on today,
didn't I tell you?” was his response.
Going to play golf, of course. I tried to
hide my disappointment with a smile.

“Well, have fun!” I told him and as I
left the kitchen to go for my morning
shower, I shouted back a good luck
wish.

In the bathroom I stripped off my
clothes. The anticipation I'd been feeling
when I had woken hadn't yet faded. My
nipples were hard and stood out away
from my body. I cupped my tits in my
hands, fondling them. For a woman of
forty-two, they were still pert and full. I
rolled my nipples between my fingers.
They were so sensitive, I loved to have
them teased. From my breasts, I allowed
my hands to roam down my body. I had
an hourglass figure – wide hips
spreading from my narrow waist. Ronny
had loved to fuck me doggie style so he

could see my shapely body and jiggly
butt. I was by no means perfect but I
thought I still looked pretty good.

I stepped into the shower and the hot
water flowed over my curves. I soaped
up and as I washed over my tidily
trimmed lady garden, I slid my fingers
between my legs to part my lips. God, I
was horny! I wondered if maybe I could
seduce my husband later that evening
when he returned from his golf
tournament. I needed to feel a man's

touch, my own just wasn't enough to
fulfil my sexual want and desires
anymore.
~~~

~~~

“I'm leaving, honey! See you later,
have a good day!” Ronny called up the
stairs. I was sitting in front of my
dressing table, doing my make up. “Bye
Ronny!” I shouted back. I finished off
with a touch of mascara and made my
way downstairs. Maybe I could go to the
mall, I thought, pick up some new sexy
lingerie. When we were younger, my
husband loved to see me in those skimpy
thong panties whereas I favored the

more comfortable bikini cut. I could
surprise him by wearing a lacy thong, he
would love that! The doorbell ringing
interrupted my thoughts. I went to
answer it.

“Hi!” the man standing on the
doorstep greeted me. He was quite a lot
taller than I and muscular. He had that
salt and pepper hair I found ridiculously
attractive and some light stubble on his
face. He held out his hand. “I'm Luther, I
just moved in next door, thought I should

introduce myself!”

His handshake was firm but warm.
“Hi Luther, I'm Heather” I smiled. I
invited him in for coffee. I figured I
didn't have anything more pressing to do
and I liked to make newcomers to the
neighborhood feel welcomed. Ronny
always said I was too trusting and
shouldn't allow strangers into our home.
I preferred to think the best of people.

I guided Luther to the kitchen and he
sat at the breakfast bar. “So Luther,
where have you moved from?” I
questioned. He told me that him and his
wife had just divorced, that they'd been
living in Boston for the last twenty years
where she was originally from and now
he'd decided to return home.

“I'm sorry to hear of your divorce.”

“Don't be!” he chuckled, “It's for the
best. We're both a lot happier now!”

I passed a freshly brewed coffee to
him and he smiled a thank you. “What
about you? Married, single, divorced?”

“Married.” I answered. The smile on
his face crumpled. “Oh, that's a shame!”
he replied. The cheeky glint in his eye
said it all. I flushed. “Don't be

embarrassed, Heather! I was just
kidding! Though you are a very beautiful
woman and if you'd said single, I
probably would have asked you out on a
date with me.”

I loved his confidence – the way he
just said whatever he thought. He was
very charismatic and I found myself
wanting to get to know more about him.
“Well thanks for the coffee!” Luther said,
standing up from his stool. “I suppose I'd
better go meet some of the other

neighbors, though I doubt they'll be quite
as nice as you!”

He winked at me and together we
walked to the front door. “If you ever
need anything, you know where I am!” I
said, hoping he'd return soon. He left and
I closed the door after him. My plan of
going underwear shopping at the mall
was abandoned seemingly. This quick
meeting with a handsome man had me
totally distracted. It must have been the
most male attention I'd had in quite some

time and it was certainly having an effect
on me. I felt momentarily guilty for the
feelings I was having. I was a married
woman after all but this guilt was easily
overridden when I reminded myself of
how little interest my husband showed in
me.

Luther was definitely a good looking
man. As soon as I had opened the door,
I'd noticed how striking he was. He had
a chiseled jawline and such a wonderful
smile. When he'd hoisted himself on to
the stool in the kitchen, my gaze had
descended to his crotch. He was
wearing blue jeans that day but they'd
been rather tight fitting and I was
pleased to see what appeared to be a
large bulge there. Alone now, my dirty
mind was conjuring images of what lay
beneath. I thought about opening his
jeans, pulling them down. I wanted to

reveal his thick, strong thighs. I hadn't
been turned on like this for as long as I
could remember. I felt so naughty –
thinking about a man who wasn't my
husband – as I sat on the edge of our bed
and spread my legs for myself.

I could imagine Luther's boner, rock
hard, straining against the material of his
boxers. I wanted him to look down at me
as I knelt before him and released his
cock. I had my dress pushed up and I
shifted my panties to the side so that I

could touch my desperate cunt. I was
wet, of course. I closed my eyes and
tilted my head back. Mmm, to have his
dick in my mouth! I stroked my clit. I felt
so excited thinking about another man
and so filthy, getting myself off, right
here on our marital bed! I started to think
how hot it would be if my husband
watched. “Oh fuck!” I moaned. I thought
of lovely Ronny, the man to whom I had
been married to for twenty years, sitting
in the chair in the corner watching as
Luther shoved his cock inside me. My
juices were flowing down my legs now.

I wanted to show my husband what he
should have been giving me all along!

~~~

~~~

My cell phone rang later that evening
after I had composed myself and set
about doing the mundane household
chores. I was carefully ironing the crisp
white shirts which Ronny wore to work
when the call came through. “Hi
Heather!”

I recognised my husband's voice

immediately. “Oh hi honey!” I replied,
“How did the tournament go?”

He spoke briefly about golf and asked
if I'd like him to pick us up some food on
his way home. “Sure! Chinese food
sounds good to me! I told him, “The
usual for me, please! See you soon!”

It didn't take long for Ronny to arrive
home and together we spread the food
out across the table. He'd brought orange
chicken, sesame chicken, shrimp,
noodles, fried rice and an array of
steamed vegetables. “Mmm, looks
great!” I said, breathing in the delicious
scent. “Shall we have some wine to go
along with it?” my husband asked. I
agreed. Why not! It was the weekend,
right!? He went to grab a bottle from the
wine cellar while I fetched the glasses
from the cabinet. We sat down to eat and
Ronny told me all about his day. “It was

all going so well, Heather! I really
thought I was going to win but then I
must have done something to my
shoulder because I got this terrible
cramp and it really hampered my
swing!”

He said he was feeling better but that
he was a little disappointed and then he
asked about my day. “Oh... Nothing
eventful! Just did some housework!”

I couldn't exactly tell him that we had
an unbelievably sexy new neighbor
who'd visited and that I'd made myself
orgasm afterward thinking about him!
Even worse (or better!) – I'd orgasmed
thinking about being fucked by our
neighbor while Ronny watched. This
new fantasy of mine got me so hot! I
wasn't sure how my husband would feel
about it however.

We ate as much food as we possibly
could and then the two of us snuggled up
on the couch together. My husband
wrapped his arms around me and kissed
the top of his head. He found some old
movie from the 1940's on tv. I could
never understand why but he loved
movies in black and white. We watched
and he rubbed the small of my back.
“Mmmmm” I sighed happily. I had been
craving this kind of affection and I was
hoping for some more. I propped myself
up and kissed Ronny on the lips. He
kissed me back. I touched my tongue

against his and moaned softly. “How
about we go to bed?” I asked. “Oh well I
really want to watch this film, sweetie.
I'll follow you up in a while.”

I don't know why I was surprised! It
had been this way for too long. I'd feel
like we were getting closer but he would
reject me each time. He'd say he had
some work to do or that he was tired and
had to get up early. It was like when you
were a kid and another kid offered you
your favorite candy and just as you were

about to take it from their hand, they'd
shove it in their own mouth, laughing and
whooping “HA-HA!”

I went to bed alone, crawling
between the sheets of our comfortable
California king bed. I lay facing the side
where Ronny slept, stretching my arms
over to feel the cold and empty space. I
closed my eyes and saw visions of
Luther. I thought about what it would be
like to have him here beside me. It
wasn't just the fact that he was stunningly
beautiful to look at that turned me on. It
was the thought of having another man in
the bed I shared with my husband that
did it for me. Part of me wanted to
betray him. I wanted to feel an

unfamiliar cock and I wanted Ronny to
know all about it. I wanted him to see
every sordid detail, to hear me cum for
another man.

I rolled over on to my back and
pulled my panties down to around my
knees. Mmm, my ass felt good against
that cool silk. I sucked on two of my
fingers, making sure to get them good
and wet and then I used them to pleasure
my clit. I imagined Ronny's face as I
took Luther in my mouth. “Look at me

sucking on this big cock, baby!” I'd say
to him. I bet he'd be humiliated. He
would probably look away. If only he'd
fuck me himself, he wouldn't have to see
someone else do it! I orgasmed thinking
of the scene and then licked my cum
from my fingers. I loved how my own
pussy tasted. I wished my husband felt
the same.

~~~

~~~

I must have fallen asleep because
when I woke, light was flooding into the
room. I was in bed alone but the sheets
were crumpled and tossed on Ronny's
side so he had been and gone. The clock
signaled that it was eight am. Throwing
my legs over the side of our bed I got up.
I wondered had my husband left without
so much as a goodbye. Peering out of the
bedroom window, it seemed that he had.
His car was already gone from the

driveway. Such a dedicated professor!
Tonight was the night I would teach him
a lesson, I decided.

I drank my morning coffee in the
kitchen, alone. It was going to take some
expert planning on my part to have this
little plan of mine go off without a hitch.
“Hi honey, I was thinking of having a
special dinner tonight. We have a new
neighbor, I was going to invite him
around. I'll make your favorite –
meatloaf. How does that sound?”

I texted Ronny. I rarely made
meatloaf anymore since the kids had
gone to college. There was always way

too much for just two of us to eat but my
husband loved it so much. His reply was
almost instant. “Sounds great! I will be
home by 6pm.”

I thought so!

Upstairs, I pulled my hair away from
my face and secured it on the back of my
head with a hairclip. I dressed in my
most flattering jeans and added a
camisole up top. I didn't put on too much
make up because I was wanted to look
natural and carefree, like I wasn't trying
too hard, but I added an extra slick of
lipgloss for a good measure. It took less
than a minute for me to walk from my
front porch to Luther's. I pressed my
finger on the bell and heard it echo
throughout his house. The door opened
and he seemed happy to see me.

“Heather! What a nice surprise!”

“Hi Luther! I just dropped by to see if
you felt like joining my husband and I for
dinner this evening? I told him that
you've just moved to the neighborhood
and we thought it might be nice to have a
get together, get to know each other!”

He eagerly accepted the invitation
and I advised that dinner would be at six

thirty. I could feel the excitement
building in the pit of my stomach. I was
like a giddy school-girl, getting ready
for her first date. I decided I had to go to
the mall. Nothing I had in my wardrobe
suited this particular occasion. I needed
something new.

~~~

~~~

I spun around in front of the mirror in
the fitting room at the store. I was
wearing a slinky red dress that clung to
every curve of my body. It was quite low
cut in the front and I knew that if I wore
a push up bra underneath, it was exactly
the look I was going for. The dress was
equal measures of demure and devilish.
It covered enough so that I didn't look
trashy but my god, did it scream sexy! I
paid and went in search of some

lingerie. It didn't take long until I found
what I was looking for. Of course I
chose a thong. When I was undressing
for another man, I wanted my husband to
see that I was wearing his favorite kind
of underwear. I never realized that being
so sex starved would turn me into such a
dirty girl!

~~~

~~~

“How is that meatloaf coming
along?” Ronny texted me later that day. I
was busy being a domestic goddess in
the kitchen. The meatloaf was cooking
away in the oven and I was going to
make mashed potatoes and green beans
too. Our best silverware had been
polished and I laid the table with my
favorite dishes. The place looked great!
I hoped both of the men would
appreciate all of my effort. “It smells

sensational!” I replied to my husband,
“You are going to love it!”

When the majority of the meal
preparation had been completed, I
ventured upstairs to get myself ready. I
took a long, hot shower. Special
attention was paid to shaving my legs
and nether regions. I wanted to be soft
and smooth. I wanted Ronny to be able
to see my cunt clearly as I was getting
fucked so I made sure it was completely
bald. My pussy was getting wet already!

As I carefully shaved around my lips, I
could feel my liquids seeping out on to
my fingers. I hope you like this Luther, I
smiled to myself. That's right, Luther
was going to fuck me!

Once dressed, I applied my make up
and curled my long dark hair. It hung it
bouncy ringlets around my shoulders,
perfectly framing my glorious tits. I hung
a sparkly medallion around my neck to
draw extra emphasis to the area. It sat
nestled in my cleavage. One last twirl in
front of the mirror and I was ready to go.
I heard Ronny's car pulling into the
driveway. Just on time!

~~~

~~~

“Heather, you look amazing! Have I
forgotten something? It's not our
anniversary, is it!?”
Ronny looked both happy and
worried upon clocking my appearance
when he walked in the door. I laughed
out loud. “No, silly!” I exclaimed, “Just
want to make a good impression on our
new neighbor!”

Oh yes! Yes, I did!

“You're right!” Ronny said sniffing
the air, “That meatloaf does smell good!
Let me go freshen up! I won't be too
long!”

Ronny headed in the direction of the
bathroom to get ready for dinner and just
then, the doorbell sounded. Luther was

here and it was exactly six thirty.
Punctual too! I opened the door. “Good
evening, Luther! Come on in!”

He eyes trailed the length of my body.
“Wow... Um, I mean hello!” he said. I
ushered him into the kitchen. “Heather,
you look phenomenal” Luther
complimented me. My husband joined us
in the room. I introduced the two men
and Ronny asked if Luther felt like a
beer. “Absolutely!” he replied. “You
two get to know each other, dinner will

served in about five minutes!” I told the
two men.

I busied myself serving the food
while Ronny and Luther chatted. Their
conversation was about Luther's recent
move and what his plans were for the
garden. Besides golf, my husband was a
keen gardener and offered to help him, if
he ever needed a hand. Luther seemed
grateful. I thought it was nice that they
were building a relationship already. We
were all about to get a lot closer. “Come
on, you two! Time to eat!” I gestured to
the table.

I made sure to sit next to Luther at the
dinner table. The three of us tucked into
the food and I must admit, I had done a
good job. Both Ronny and our guest
showered me with praise. “It tastes so
good!” they chided. It isn't going to be
the only good thing you're tasting tonight
Luther, I said inwardly. “How are you
settling in here?” my husband asked,
“Big move, must be hard!”

“Yes, it must be really hard, Luther!”
I agreed, stroking his upper arm. “Really

hard!” I repeated. I figured I should start
small – test the waters. The handsome
man told us about the move and said that
he hadn't found it too difficult thus far. I
stood up to clear the table. I leaned as
close to Luther as I could when I was
gathering his plate and cutlery and when
I reached the side of the table Ronny sat
at, I made sure he got a clear view down
the front of my dress. I looked up to see
him staring right at my breasts. Our eyes
met and he quickly looked away,
embarrassed. I needed to up my game if I
was going to get what I wanted.

I took my place back at the table and
the conversation continued. I
'accidentally' knocked Luther's water
tumbler over and the contents spilled all
over him. His shirt and the front of his
pants were soaked. “Oh no!” I gasped,
jumping up from my seat, “Luther, I am
so sorry! Let me help you!”

Grabbing a handful of napkins from
the table, I began mopping up the mess I
had created. I allowed my hands to press
against his firm stomach and descended

lower and lower. “It's okay, I've got it!”
Luther yelped. My husband looked on
from nearby. “You should take your shirt
off, you'll catch a cold! I'll have Ronny
fetch you one of his!”

Ronny looked at me questioningly, but
I nodded at pointed at the stairs telling
him to go. Luther stood up to follow him
but I started to unbutton his shirt. I did so
slowly, looking right into his eyes. When
the shirt was fully open, I ran my hands
over his chest. “Mmm, you must

workout!” I said. Luther pushed me
away slightly. “Thanks for your help,
Heather.”

I moved closer again and this time
tugged his shirt over his shoulders and
off. It dropped to the floor. What a body!
Luther had a defined chest with little to
no body hair and he had a light tan. I
pressed myself against him and kissed
him. At first, I felt resistance but then his
arms engulfed me and he kissed me
back.

~~~

~~~

“What the hell!”

My husband walked into the kitchen
holding a shirt in his hand to find me
kissing our now topless neighbor. “Sit
down, Ronny.” I commanded him. I
could tell that he was furious. “Don't you
dare tell me what to do!” he retorted. I
placed my hand on Luther's crotch and I

could feel his erection through his pants.
“Honey, Luther is hard for me. When is
the last time you got it up for me, huh?”

I teased my husband. “What is this?
What are you doing?” he said,
exasperated. “Sit down, you little man,
or it won't just be Luther and I who
know about your inadequacies in the
bedroom.”

Ronny sat down. Luther hadn't spoken
at all but when I dropped to my knees in
front of him, I groan escaped from his
lips. I opened the button of his pants and
pulled them down. Just like in my
fantasy, a large boner was straining to
escape. “Mmm look baby” I said to my
man, “Our neighbor has a big treat for
me!”

Luther had a huge dick, almost as big
as the one I'd seen on tv a few nights
ago. I stroked it up and down in my hand
and massaged his balls with the other.
“Watch me while I suck this cock!”

Ronny sat in the chair opposite us
looking horrified. “Yeah, suck me!”
Luther begged. I gently swirled my
tongue around the head of his dick.
“Don't do it!” I heard my husband's
voice say.

I felt two firm hands push down on
the back of my head. Luther really
wanted to be in my mouth. His length
slid along my tongue and he forced
himself into my throat. I gagged and tears
fell from my eyes but I loved it! Ronny
had never taken control of me like this
before. “Oh man, your wife can really
take a dick!” Luther said. He fucked my
face so roughly. He didn't seem to care
at all how I felt, only about his own
pleasure. I was his fuck toy and I loved

that. Spit was streaming out of my mouth
and down on to my tits. “You dirty
whore!” he cried out, grabbing a handful
of my hair and pulling me from his cock
by it. “Look at you, you little slut, your
titties are covered in your own spit! Get
that dress off so I can fuck them and
show this husband of yours how you
should be treated.”

Ooh, Luther was nasty! I did as he
said and ripped my dress off over my
head. I looked at Ronny who was staring
at me in dismay. “You should've just
fucked me, you loser” I told him. Luther
lay me on the kitchen table, right in front
of my husband. “Take your bra off too.”
he commanded. I unhooked it and tossed
it in the direction of Ronny. Luther
climbed on top of me and pushed my spit
soaked boobs together so that his dick
was engulfed in them. “Come look at
this!” he said to Ronny. Ronny got up
from his seat and stood by me as our

neighbor rammed his cock between my
breasts. Every so often I was able to lick
the tip or Luther would force it into my
mouth. A trail of pre-cum was on my
chest.

“I bet you'd like to fuck your wife
like this, huh?” Luther taunted and I
looked at my husband and realized that
he appeared to be enjoying the sight. “It
looks so good...” he almost moaned. “It
is!” I agreed. “Your little pussy hasn't
been fucked in a long time, Heather?”
Luther asked, “Let's show hubby how it's
done!”

He got off the table and dragged me
to the edge. He massaged me through the
lace of my panties and my back arched

in pure pleasure. It had been way too
long since I had felt the touch of a man.
“Oh you're juicy!” he said, “Look at this,
Ronny! Your wife is so wet it's flowing
from her panties!”

Luther spread my legs apart so that
my husband could look. He pulled my
thong to the side, exposing my sex to
them. “What a nice little pussy she has!”
he said. Luther placed the tip of his dick
at my slit. “You going to watch me get
fucked, honey? Watch this big cock fill

me up? I moaned to Ronny. “Mmhmm,
fuck her!” he said.

Laying on the table with my legs open
while my neighbor pushed his dick
inside of me felt incredible. The way he
treated me like a slut turned me on
beyond belief and having my husband
watch the event was the cherry on the
top. His cock was so big but he thrust
every inch in. He gripped my thighs
firmly as he fucked me. “Rub your clit, I
want you to cum!” he instructed. My
hand immediately went where Luther
told me. “Your wife is going to cum all
over my dick, Ronny! This little cunt is
about to explode!”

I couldn't take it anymore. “I'm going
to cum!” I squealed. My eyes darted
from my husband to the sexy man fucking
me as I came. Ronny's eyes were filled
with unadulterated lust. I was almost
sure he was loving this as much as I
was. “You want me to fill her pussy with
my hot jizz?” Luther asked. He did not
slow down at all, his balls slamming
against my body. “Cum inside me, I want
your cum!” I pleaded. I hadn't felt this
good maybe ever before. His grip on my

legs tightened and one last forceful slam
signaled he had reached his climax.
Breathless, he looked at Ronny and said,
“I hope you're going to clean up this
other mess your wife has made!”

Luther took his dick from my pussy
but spread my lips with his fingers.
“Look at that, Ronny! Clean it up!”

Sheepishly, Ronny stepped forward

and dipped his head to my cunt. “Ooh
baby, eat my cum filled pussy!”

He ran his tongue over my clit and
then between my lips. I moaned. I
couldn't believe my husband was eating
me out after I had just been fucked by
another guy! “Make your wife cum!”
Luther told him, “Because if you don't,
I'll certainly be back to do it again!”

Luther quickly dressed himself and
left our house without another word. I
guess only time will tell if Ronny makes
me cum or if I have to go to the
neighbor...

The End

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The BIG Boss Pounds My
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A Lusty Wish

A husband is supposed to love and
cherish his wife, is he not? To adore and
worship her? To do all he can to please
her?

But, what if that meant... seeing her
pleasured by another man? A hot, sexy
stud with a large piece of equipment –

capable of blowing her mind, in a way
that the woman's own husband could
never even imagine?

Would he love her then? While she was
being filled... overflowing with the
liquid passions of a stranger – hard and
without protection... Perhaps he would,
if the price was right – but even then, is
there every any going back?

***

***

It started off slowly. Little kinky things.
I'd be watching a porn video and,
instead of just focusing in on the girl and
how badly I wanted to plow her pussy...
something began to change. I would look
at the cock going right into her cunt, but
instead of imagining myself doing the
ramming, and instead of picturing the
random girl – I would envision my wife
on the end of that big throbbing
manhood. That's right... It felt good to

imagine her being filled and pleasured
by another man; especially one with a
shaft so large and impressive.

Janna had always told me I had a goodsized member... but I knew this was just
a wife's way of being kind and sparing
my feelings. It is quite clear to see that a
man with a cock as substantial as the
pornstar's could easily satisfy my wife in
ways I'd never even approach, let alone
meet.

And no, this isn't me being selfconscious about my size. I had done
many tests and seen many numbers. I'd
used all of the standard reference
objects. And in the end, despite my
wife's constant reassuring, I simply
didn't measure up.

It bothered me that she would be stuck
with such a sorry cock for the rest of her
life. She's an incredibly sexy and

beautiful woman... a body that good
deserves to be pleasured to the fullest.
And if I couldn't give that to her, I'd find
someone else who was capable of
delivering such intense satisfaction – the
hardest part would be convincing my
wife that she could allow another man's
cock into her most delicate of openings...

***

***

“Oh, honey...” My wife moaned. “You
feel so big tonight!”

Normally I loved hearing this kind of
dirty talk as we fucked. But, the problem
today is... I wasn't even inside of her yet!

My gorgeous wife had grown so

accustomed to false complimenting my
manhood that she had forgotten the first
critical step – wait for me to insert!
Though, in truth, she probably couldn't
even tell if I was in or not. My small
penis had always been a bit of an issue
with me. An insecure little twig that I
felt ashamed of possessing.

And, while yes, my adoring wife had
overlooked the small stature of my
member... I knew that she would be
much happier with a larger piece of meat

to please her. It just seemed so unfair for
me to expect her to remain faithful, when
I was nearly incapable of satisfying
those precious feminine needs. After all,
it's true what they say – you can't fuck a
personality. Though my lovely woman
certainly tried.

She, Janna, did everything under the sun
to accommodate my particular problem
below the belt line. Hell, even once...
and I say this with quite a bit of
embarrassment, we tried using a strap-

on. And I don't mean she railed me with
it. I mean I wore it! Just to give her a
decent amount of ramming depth. But
neither of us had liked that device much.

My insides were ashamed at the thought
of having to tie on some piece of rubbery
dildo to please my wife. It left me
flaccid for several weeks afterward.
Knowing you aren't man enough to
satisfy your woman... What a terrible
feeling. And hearing her soft words of
how great I am, and how wonderful I

make her feel, and all the other kind
comments – they only serve to make my
plight worse. It's plain to see the woman
is lying to spare my ego.

I just wish there was something I could
do, something that I could give her, even
if it was only once, that would treat her
to untold pleasures of sexual liberation
and gratification. The kind of stuff I
could only dream of bestowing upon her.

Oh boy... just thinking about her supple
skin and those large, heaving breasts
gets me feeling down. What a reaction to
have about your wife! Jesus christ! Yet,
that is where I'm at in life. Instead of
being turned on by her round ass and
those curvy hips, I can only feel despair
and shame. The woman takes such great
care of herself, too. For a mature lady,
Janna is every bit as stimulating as any
of those younger floozies. She's got the
full-bodied figure of a real woman, yet
still possesses the sex appeal of a twenty
something hottie. That is a rare and much

sought-after combination, or so I'm told.

Men will hit on my wife all the time –
even if I'm just stuck in the rear of the
line, holding open the door for several
people after she walks in – a handsome
man will swoop by and try to make some
debonair pass at her. But Janna is a
faithful woman. She'd never stray. Being
raised to respect marriage, Janna took
her vows very seriously. Till death do us
part, and all of that good stuff.

So it had never bothered me that other
men flirted and propositioned her. In
fact, I even felt proud at times. Knowing
I was one of those lucky guys with a hot
wife. It made me beam with joy and
delight, thinking how tempting and
arousing she made other men, yet
knowing I had her all to myself. That
was the dream anyway... but this damn
tiny toy of mine, tucked in low beneath
the waist line made for an awful romp
between the sheets. I wonder how many

years it's been since Janna felt the rush
of a vaginal orgasm, one caused by a
slab of manmeat, forcing its way into her
drenched pussy and pounding her into
the throes of ecstasy.

She had claimed to cum on several
occasions with me, though I very much
doubted all of these. Probably after
trying dozens of times and getting
nowhere, she had turned to faking it –
once again, to spare my feelings. What a
miserable sex life I had forced upon the

very woman I loved so dearly!
And here we were tonight, once more
giving this intercourse thing a try... with
me not even penetrating a single inch of
her pussy, yet already being
complimented and praised for my size.
That's what killed me the most...
Knowing she felt so compelled and
obligated to lie right to my face.
Something just had to be done... And I
had a plan of action in mind; if only she
would agree to my taboo desire.

***

The BIG Boss Pounds My
Wife

Under the Baron's Control

And so it begins...

“The door stays locked until you can
learn to obey,” came the stern, virile
voice just as the heavy wooden object
slammed shut.

The young and petite girl, Lady

Morgana Moress, was once again cast
into the cold darkness that was her new
home (if it could even be called such a
thing). Terribly unfortunate life
circumstances had dictated that she be
brought to this monstrosity which
attempted to pass itself off as a manor.

The home of Baron Broodclaw. An
older, albeit handsome, yet terribly strict
man. A fellow who demanded the utmost
respect and obedience. But, it just so
happened that Lady Morgana Moress

was not the kind of woman to give such
a thing so easily. Her unruly ways and
impudent manners were what caused this
treatment to begin with. Being shut away
in a remote corner room of the abode –
with only a bit of dim candlelight and
some brilliant moon beams shining in
through the high window to illuminate
the space.

And, as the untouched girl scanned her
surroundings, noting how bleak and
dismal they all appeared, it occurred to

the forlorn damsel that life had not
always been so disastrous for her...

No, not at all...

***

Not So Long Ago...

***

“This is what happens to ill-mannered
girls,” Morgana's father had said,
wagging his finger in her face quite
bitterly.

Though, in truth, it wasn't what
happened to all ill-mannered girls – not
in the least. In fact, it was quite a rare
occurrence at that. Morgana Moress'

father, a sir Reginald Moress, found
himself frustrated by his daughter's
impudence for the last time.

The elderly man had instructed the 19
year old girl to perform some mundane
task – one which she felt was quite
beneath herself – and in doing so,
Morgana publicly humiliated her own
ill-tempered father. Not a smart thing to
do at all, especially when she had a
history of angering the podgy man... of
pushing not only his buttons, but his

boundaries. And though he had made
many threats to send her away, or have
the young, inexperienced woman dealt
with one way or another... none of these
came to fruition. And in time, Morgana
began to feel quite confident in her
disobedient ways, – thinking dear old
father would never dare follow through
with his idle warnings. A kind of futile
rage is what she had come to think of it
as.

An old man's bitter venting. The

spiteful harangues he was so fond of
performing.

But, after her last little spectacle...
Morgana Moress learned the hard way
that even her father, the bookish portly
fellow, did indeed... have a breaking
point!

“Off you go then,” Reginald Moress
had smiled, happily wringing out his

hands as he watched the rickety
stagecoach arrive to carry his daughter
away in.

“It isn't fair, father! You old goat!”
Morgana shouted in protest, standing
there by the side of the road with several
bags of luggage – the only items she was
allowed to take along for the journey.
Her arms crossed over her chest, folding
just above the pert, enticing breasts
which were only somewhat hidden
beneath her low-cut and rakish dress.

“Fair?” Reginald had laughed. “And
neither is being stuck with a good-fornothing daughter! I might as well have
sired a mule! You stubborn little wench!
This journey will do you good,
Morgana. You have much to learn, and
the baron is quite the teacher from what
I've heard.”

“A teacher?” Morgana spewed

abruptly. “Of what? Bilking old,
dimwitted men out of their meager
funds?”

This last comment had brought a smile
to the pretty lips of Morgana Moress –
suddenly quite pleased with herself. She
often took great pride in belittling her
rather abusive father. Any little jab or
barb she could fit in, the better!

“Worth every penny of it,” her father
had nodded, evidently quite pleased
with himself as well – and being the one
with all the power, why wouldn't he be.
“I don't even much care if he does fix
you or not, Morgana! So long as he takes
you away from here! You're not my
problem anymore, you little rogue!”

“That's the one thing you're good at,”
Morgana nodded in a smug fashion.
“Shipping away things you're not able to
handle.”

It was a low, dirty blow. A vile
comment, indeed. The type she reserved
for only the most bitter of moments. And,
as she was now being shipped away for
who knows how long, it was deemed an
appropriate time to expel her insult.

She was referring back to her mother,
of course. The poor woman who had
suffered a similar fate – being shipped

off to an asylum, against her will, for
mental shortcomings. All at the behest of
her loving husband... There was nothing
either Morgana or her mother could have
done. The elderly woman was wrapped
up in some sort of security coat and
transported away, never having been
heard from since.

And it seemed that Lady Morgana was
in for a similar fate... as she watched the
wobbly stagecoach approach from down
the cobblestone road, bumping and

jostling about as it went. This was to be
her lavish ride to the home of Baron
Broodclaw – her new master.

Of Cobblestones and
Wheels

***

The door slammed shut with a highpitched thwacking noise, right after
Morgana had been all but hurled into the
carriage. She landed with a dull thump
on one side of the moderately padded
benches. It smelled of old, damp clothes
and musty beggars. Precisely the kind of
people she imagined would be riding in
such a thing as this. And now, she found
herself one of them!

“Ta-ta!” She heard the cheery voice of
her father call out from the road, just a
ways behind. The comment made the
lass seethe with rage and anger.
Morgana's little fists curled into whiteknuckled weapons, shaking
uncontrollably. The young woman was
forced to stifle a yell of contempt. And
though it took every ounce of her might,
she did manage to do so (for the time
being, anyway).

In fact, all the pretty daughter did was
take in several deep breaths, before
plastering a wide smile on her face and
sticking her head out the window. Her
tiny hand soon followed suit. This was
then raised high into the air, performing
a kind of happy waving gesturing.

“Bye, bye father!” Morgana Moress
called out in a mocking, yet loving tone.
“Don't forget to write me now! And
mother as well,” she said with a wink

before ducking back into the stagecoach
– where her arms did fold across her
chest in a display of hatred. The plump
lips on her face curled and morphed into
a grotesque expression. One of
unspeakable disgust. Morgana was on
her way, alright... and in a minute, so
would that bitter scream that she had
been holding so tightly down in her
lungs. Being set free into the world,
taking the form of a loud, high-pitched
roar of sorts. Far from any lady-like
behavior one would expect from such a
dilettante. But, then again, most young

women aren't banished to go live with a
dark, mysterious baron are they?

“Hmmpf!” She spat, arms still crossed.

Morgana couldn't even bear to look out
the window (a favorite past-time of
hers). So thorough and complete was her
revulsion! She simply sat and stared
ahead at the torn interior of her
magnificent little fairy tale carriage, as it

went about its merry route to her magical
castle...

Thoughts of revenge, ideas of
vengeance, and notions of malice did
swirl about in her fair head. Little evil
scheming machinations – pondering and
wondering how she would exact justice
upon her putrid father. These were the
only things which seemed to brighten her
day. Letting in all the hatred and
bitterness. Allowing it to rush over her
very soul in great waves of emotion.

And, when it was all said and done,
there happened to be a smile spread
across her demure little mouth. A tiny,
sinister smirk. The kind you'd never
wish to see upon any girl.

For it was an unsettling sort of grin...
and any who saw it would wish at once
that whatever she had planned, was not
directed at them in any fashion.

Thunk!

“Sorry, miss,” the driver called from
above, as he tapped the side of the
stagecoach with that little cane of his.
“Hit a bump!”

The sudden jarring of the cabin had
knocked Morgana from her spiteful
daydreams. She was now firmly fixated
on the present – looking out the dreary,

molded window pane... peering out at
all the passing landscapes and scenery.
The young woman had no idea where
she was going. She knew the name of the
man who would be in control of her,
certainly, but nothing more. No address,
no town, no village, nothing.

Baron Broodclaw... that was all she
knew.

***

***

Morgana Moress, poor and unfortunate
girl, looked wistfully out the window for
what seemed like a few hours more – if
not days! There was no sense of time,
other than the rising and setting of the
sun; which had now grown quite low in
the sky.

The young woman had watched the

city-scape of her previous town
disappear from view long, long ago. As
her surroundings took on a much more
secluded, if not ominous appearance.
The road, with its many twists and turns,
almost a maze of sorts. Her quiet, yet
stubborn driver up top cracking his whip
at the horses and yelling every so often,
ushering them onward with an ever
increasing speed. They at times would
find themselves on a narrow cliff-side
trail, barely wide enough for a single
carriage. Morgana had wondered what
on earth would have been done if a

second stagecoach had approached them
from the front! They would have been
locked in an epic game of chicken...
struggling to overtake one another or
shove the weaker over the cliff and
down into the rocky sea below!

And on the inside of this path remained
a dense, heavily wooded forest. One of
those picturesque kind that not even the
bravest of men would venture into on a
moonless night. Who knew what lurked
within these hellish woods. It was as

good as an iron gate! Or so Morgana
thought. Wending a trail through this sort
of terrain would be near impossible.
And something told her that Baron
Broodclaw figured as much – why else
on earth would anyone want to live so
far out in such a scary, unnerving place?

In fact, the young girl became so
alarmed by the descending sun and
dimming sky, that when night began to
set in... she called out to the driver.

“Are we almost there, my good man?”
She said, attempting to be agreeable or
to at least conceal the fear in her voice.
Neither of which seemed to work.

His response came about without
hesitation – a sudden whacking of that
damn cane against the side of the
window, right next to her fingers. An
inch or two over and it surely would
have broken several of Morgana's dainty

digits!

This action was followed by a guttural
grunt, and then a cackle. Again,
something told Lady Moress that this
was going to be the best and only answer
she'd be receiving. And judging by the
force with which he had struck the
frame, she thought it best not to press the
matter.

“Hmmpf!” She shook her head – once
more slinking back down into the
dilapidated, torn bench. Her tailbone
had gone numb some time ago. The
pitiful cushions were little more than
old, worn down pillows. She might as
well have been sitting on a block of
stone! And with the continuous jostling
of the carriage... it was a wonder her
spine hadn't cracked in half by now!

Morgana reached down, lifting her
rump slightly off the seat, just high

enough for her to slide a hand under and
massage the sore hide. Oh my, and what
a delicious derriere she had! Nothing
gargantuan or massive by any means. But
one of an exquisite quality. So ripe, so
tender, so tempting. Those untouched
cheeks... oh my, how they beckoned to
all who witnessed their beauty. Just
knowing something so gorgeous,
something so heavenly could exist... was
enough to drive any man wild with lust!
All in splendid proportion to her petite,
yet shapely body.

Traveling up north of her skirt line
were situated those feminine spheres of
perfection – right there on her perky
chest! How they would shake and jiggle,
ever so slightly, when the stagecoach
managed to hit a bump or hole. Yes,
indeed, Morgana Moress was
developing into a fine young lass with
all the expected blossoming features...
though she had not quite fully bloomed
yet. She, being the type of girl who
needed a bit more time to fully unveil

those female enticements in their full
glory. Still, the lass did possess quite a
comely physique by any standard. And
her face... that sculpted wondrous
portrait of pulchritude! The deep bedroom eyes... her slightly pointed nose...
and those full, plump lips. The kind men
would take a mere glance at and already
be filled with dirty thoughts of nasty
doings.

And this was the effect Morgana
Moress had on all men – despite the fact

that she had never, not even once, given
in to any of their substantial offers. Why,
once she had even denied a man who
offered her an entire house out in the
country! Along with a stable full of
horses! A life of luxury... all in return for
those beautiful eyes of hers.

But, of course, Morgana had simply
spat at the offer with an uncouth cackle.
She couldn't be bothered by these other
grotesque men. And although she did
harbor the want of a lewd longing

between her thighs... she had vowed not
to act on these impulses, as it would not
do her any good. So the young lass was
left to her own devices, relieving herself
behind closed doors, under clean
bedsheets or during long, hot showers
where her hand roamed to places many
others had dreamed of going, but none
had yet ventured. A tantalizing mound of
flesh... innocent to all things lewd and
obscene.

Morgana merely loved the thrill of it

all too much. She couldn't simply give
away her most treasured gift, could she?
Of course not!

The virgin lass cherished the idea of
harboring it, of lording it over men, of
teasing and taunting them with her purity.
Though she was naive to the ways of
sexual naughtiness, Morgana
undoubtedly held knowledge of the
game. That sordid affair between men
and women. That twisted mess of
emotion and seduction... the never-

ending sport of love, heartache, and
carnal satisfaction! How her naughty bits
would ache at the thought...

Yet, she adored her own behavior even
more. Being able to act so flippant and
impudent. It was a scandal in itself!
How she had disrespected her father
countless times over the years – along
with a good deal of other men and
women. A headstrong little vixen, she
was. Only now, as – THUNK! – the
stagecoach hit yet another bump, she

realized all too well where that kind of
attitude had gotten her. The untamed
tigress... just hoping, wanting, dreaming
of a man who could actually challenge
her! It seemed to be an impossible task.
For never a more cantankerous, resolute,
and hard-headed woman did live!

Morgana Moress was the epitome of a
stubborn mule. One with a pointed wit,
and an even sharper tongue!

The young woman peered out the
window pane once again, looking out to
her left as the dense forest gave way into
a large open expanse. One of green grass
and a number of small, rolling hills. On
her right remained the steep precipice,
descending low down to the ocean
below. That was certainly not a place to
be walking late at night... one misstep
and your life would end with a quick
SPLAT!

“'Ere we are, miss!” The driver

shouted down, giving the carriage a
good whack with his cane. As if the loud
bellowing voice wasn't enough to alert
her. That resounding crack noise served
as a grand reminder.

“Oh my...” Morgana whispered under
her breath as her eyes scanned the
magnificent grounds of some unknown
fairytale land... Yet there loomed a kind
of foreboding sense about the place. An
indiscernible malignant awe of sorts –
some deep-rooted feeling of

apprehension that the nubile girl was
unable to place.

***

Discovering Craggwyn
Manor

***

By now the moon had already risen
quite high in the black sky above –
casting dark, wondrous, and spooky
shadows over the land all at once.
Morgana's long and arduous journey was
almost at an end – at least the bumpy
road part of it. What lied in store for her,
nobody knew...

“Out ya get!” The driver shouted with a
harsh tone, and it was not long at all

before the sound of his cane thwacking
against the stagecoach could be heard.

She decided it was best to follow the
order, lest that wooden object find its
way across her bare hide! But, the mule
of a woman, with a little gleam in her
eye – could not sit idly by.

“I think I'll do just that, good sir,” she
coughed. “The horrid smells wafting

from inside that bloody stagecoach were
almost enough for me to jump over the
cliffs!”

“Aye, lass!” The mangy, scowl-faced
driver replied, wiping the back of his
wrist across a runny nose. “And I was
hoping a bit that you would hurl yourself
over! Hah!”

“But now,” she continued, already

allowing a smirk to slither across her
pretty face. “Standing outside here, I can
clearly see that the stagecoach wasn't the
source of that foul odor...”

And here she eyed the man over with a
conspicuous glare of contempt.
Although, he proved too dense to
register the insult.

“With all that rambling you do, city

girl, I've got me half a mind to make you
carry your own bloody bags up to the
main doors!”

“Main doors?” She questioned.

“Aye, lassy! Are ya blind as well as
stupid?” The driver cackled.

He then motioned behind the young girl,

pointing at the bottom of an ornate set of
weathered stone steps – ones leading up
to a beautiful, if not menacing manor at
the top of them. In truth, she had been
entirely oblivious to the large structure!
Given the fact that it was night, that she
was rather tired, and that her focus had
been on peering out into the harrowing
woods to the rear (along with belittling
the driver)... it seemed excusable at the
time.

Yet now, Morgana's mind was firmly

set on soaking in the sight of this
impressive building! A large manor
indeed! One positioned not too far off
from the edge of the surrounding cliffs
by the looks of it. She couldn't help but
wonder if that was planned for some
dramatic effect or not. The sound of
crashing waves could faintly be heard if
the wind carried in the right direction for
a moment or two. This brought about an
entirely eerily, atmospheric vibe to the
entire landscape.

“Craggwyn manor!” The driver shouted
out, quite proudly at that. He leaned back
on his heels, hands stuck in his belt
loops, breathing deeply. “I'm sure you'll
have a merry time here, city girl,” he
cackled hoarsely, coughing at the end of
it.

“And... the baron?” Morgana
questioned, almost to herself.

“Ol' Broodclaw?” The old man
cackled, for perhaps longer than he
should have. “Oh, I'm sure you'll have
plenty of time to get acquainted with the
master, city girl.”

It was a rather unsettling remark, even
for the hostile driver. Not so much in
what he said, but how he said it – that's
what put a dismal feeling in the pit of
young Morgana's stomach. A kind of
eerie sense of impeding doom... and
truth be told, it wasn't too far off from

the reality.

And just then, right as the driver was in
the midst of yet another cackle
(reflecting on the previous question), the
front door to Craggwyn Manor flew
open in a blur of motion. A lone figure,
silhouetted by the back-light coming
from the rear, stood in the doorway.

Morgana Moress, the stubborn little

mule of a woman, stared onward in
complete and utter fright.

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Under the Baron's Control

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