Jack and Laura wanted to spice up their marriage. They’d been together for many years. They had a good sex life together, but the years had taken a toll on it.
They considered taking a weekend trip to San Francisco the next week; Jack had to be there for a work conference and meetings.
“Why don’t you tag along, sweetie?” he asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. You’re going to be in meetings and classes all day… I’ll just be bored.”
“I’m not so sure about that. We could have fun at night! What if we played a little game? A very naughty game.”
Laura was intrigued but uncertain.
“What kind of game?”
“One where I share you with another man… quite possibly men, depending on how things work out!”
They had participated in a threesome a couple of times years before, and it had gone well.
“Like do a threesome? Who with?”
“Not necessarily. Like I said, I have an idea for a game we could play. And as to who? You’d get to decide who as part of the game.”
Laura could feel her pussy tingle at the thought. She’d been a bit promiscuous in her younger days. She had hooked up a few times for one-night stands, but it was pretty rare. At 44, it was intriguing to consider reliving her younger days.
“Okay… tell me the rules of this game of yours!”
“As you know, we are staying at a pretty upscale hotel. With the conference attendees, there will be plenty of men hanging around the bars and restaurants in and near our place.”
“Go on…”
“When we check in to the hotel, we get three keycards, one for me, one for you, and one for a person of your choosing.”
“We’re going to invite someone to stay with us? A strange man, no less?!” she said with both alarm and ever-increasing excitement.
“More visit than stay… Let me go on.
“The third card you can present to any man you choose. You have to hand it to him—your choice if you want to say anything when you do, but I wouldn’t. The card will have a note attached to it that reads:
“My name is Laura. My husband, Jack, and I are offering me, with my consent, for your free use. You can do anything you want to me so long as you do not really hurt or injure me. This key is to our room, room 244, Beacon Hotel. The key will work between 8 and 10 pm tonight. Simply let yourself in and enjoy. If you choose not to, no hard feelings.”
She loved Jack’s double entendre about hard feelings but nonetheless, Laura scoffed.
“You are kidding, right? You really think this is happening? And who’s going to want to take advantage of the offer? I’m in my 40s, for fuck’s sake!”
Jack looked at her sternly. “Well, first and most importantly, you are NOT in any way old! And look at yourself—you’re as hot as any 30-year-old, hotter!”
She appraised herself: she was tall, blonde, long legs, and huge natural breasts that still stood high on her chest.
“Jack, I don’t know. I mean, maybe it would be a confidence booster? But telling some random guy he can do whatever he wants to me? Kinda dangerous, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is, and that’s part of the fun. Choose wisely who you give the keycard to!” he said with a little giggle.
Laura felt more than a tingle at this point; her pussy was getting warm and wet at the thought—this absolutely crazy thought.
“Come on, baby! We’ve been wanting to spice things up!”
“Yeah, but this would be VERY spicy! I’m not sure I can do it!”
“Just think about it. You pick some guy you’ve never seen before in your life and very likely never will see again. I’ll be there to make sure he doesn’t do anything to hurt you…”
“Wait, you’ll be there??”
“Yes, of course I’ll be there—to keep you safe and to reclaim you after he’s done with you. I’ll be making sure you know you’re still mine!”
All she could muster was “HOLY SHIT!” and a long exhale. "I need to think about this…"
She thought about it a lot in the intervening days. More than once she masturbated to an amazing orgasm thinking about the erotic possibilities.
Time passed both very quickly and very slowly in a clear paradox, but an understandable paradox.
Part of Laura wanted to do it, but part did not. It wasn’t just the sex, but the craziness of it that intrigued her. Doing wild stuff she hadn’t done in years—well, really never had done anything even remotely like this—but still it was excitement she hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Before they knew it, they were boarding a flight to SFO.
“Jack… are you SURE you want to do this? Really sure? You’re not going to have regrets or be upset with me? No matter what happens, we are going to be okay?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Look, I started this, suggested it, came up with it. If it ends up being a disaster? No one is to blame but me…”
“To be honest, I am very scared at the prospect, also very scared, but would like to try it… once!”
“Agreed, my love. And you are my love. I want you to have excitement and pleasure, including sexual pleasure, that our relationship doesn’t provide as much as it used to.”
“I love sex with you, Jack!”
“I know. I love sex with you. But you know what? We love pizza too, but the same pizza, night after night, year after year… Sometimes you want a cheeseburger, ya know?”
“Well, don’t be offended, but I’d kinda like a kielbasa. I love my hotdog but… yeah…” She looked sheepishly at him, concerned about his reaction to her honesty.
“Completely understand that. That is part of the idea, giving you something I can’t.”
“So, promise me someday soon we get you a nice juicy oyster to enjoy? I mean, I know you like my clam… but still… only fair you get an oyster occasionally,” she said, mirroring the metaphor.
Jack smiled and laughed. “Let’s see how this goes, but yeah, that might be fun too!”
They embraced in their airplane seats. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her glorious body. He loved her so much; he wanted this for her and hoped to enjoy the excitement of the experience himself as well.
They had flown in on a red-eye from their home back east, arriving in San Francisco in the early morning hours. Jack’s conference started later that morning. They got checked into their hotel and found their luxurious suite. Jack’s firm took care of not only early check-in but providing a room like he had never been in before. It was huge, with a king bed, big bathtub, and a stocked bar.
“Wow! This is something!” she exclaimed, adding, “So nice, perfect really!”
“Too bad in just hours it’s going to be defiled and destroyed!” he said with a cheeky grin.
“Wait? Tonight?!” Laura’s face was an unreadable combination of excitement and terror.
“Yes! What’s to wait for! We only have 3 nights here, and who knows—some idiot may decline! I doubt it but it is possible… Or maybe we’ll do it with more than one?”
In a low voice, Laura said, “Okay, I guess. I mean, I said I would…”
She was scared, terrified, but she could also feel her panties moistening.
She also noticed Jack had a noticeable bulge in his boxers as he got into his business suit.
“Do you want me to go around looking for candidates while you’re working?”
“No. When I get back we will put together the note and card. We’ll go to the bar and restaurant in the hotel. Look for a good candidate. Someone there alone or with other guys—there will be plenty with the conference going on. When you settle on one? Go and hand it to him. Do NOT ask me for my opinion or if it is okay. Just excuse yourself to go to the bathroom or whatever and hand the lucky gentleman your key.”
Minutes passed like hours for both of them. Laura did some shopping. There were some very upscale stores around Union Square where they were staying. She thought she’d better dress the part.
She got new lingerie—classy yet trashy black lace bra and panties, thigh highs, and a garter belt. All matching and very expensive.
A very sexy cocktail dress which clung to her curves, exposed her sexy legs, and a pair of stilettos completed her outfit.
Shortly before Jack was due back, she took a long hot bath. She tried to relax, but it was difficult at best. She dressed in her new outfit, did her hair and makeup, and again appraised herself.
“I look hot!” she thought, feeling a bit embarrassed with herself at the egotistical thought, but yeah, she knew she did.
When Jack entered the room, he obviously concurred in her assessment.
“Holy fucking shit! You look amazing!” he almost yelled, running to take her in his arms.
“To hell with some guy! I should ravage you right here and now!”
“Yes, you should!” she said in an excited voice, but with a tinge of disappointment as well.
“No, we said we are doing this tonight and we are, dammit!” he again almost yelled—maybe trying to convince himself as well as Laura?
He was still dressed in his business attire. Laura looked him up and down as well. He was a very handsome man. She was lucky to be with him for a lot of reasons, that being the least of them.
Nevertheless, her excitement continued to build.
They headed out the door of their room…
Moments later they strode together into the very classy hotel bar.
Jack ordered, “Two martinis please.”
“Dirty?” the bartender asked.
“Very dirty!” Laura replied. Jack and Laura exchanged a knowing smile. Then a kiss.
They sat at the bar surveying the men surrounding them.
“What do you think of that one?” Laura asked, directing Jack to an older gentleman sitting at the end of the bar.
“This is completely your decision. I have nothing to say about it. You just choose whomever you like.”
She took a gulp of her drink. “I think I need a bit more courage first.”
Just then a man walked in. Jack immediately recognized him. He was a potential client of Jack’s firm that he was scheduled to meet with the next day to consider a contract. He recognized him from his online presence, but they had never met.
Laura recognized him too, but in a far different way—she recognized she was immediately attracted to him. Mid-30s, tall, his tailored suit showing off a body that was worked on at the gym regularly.
Jack thought about saying something, letting her know, warning her… But rules were rules.
She probably wouldn’t pick him anyway…
She continued scanning the bar… clearly assessing her options. She also continued to ask for more drinks… As the alcohol began to take hold, she became a little less reserved, more bold.
Her glances at men became stares, frankly bordering on leering. She also began showing off her body. The hem of her dress rose higher. She postured herself to thrust out her ample breasts.
Men were returning her looks as well. At one point Jack’s business associate was openly looking at her and she met his gaze. This sent a flutter of nerves, and he had to admit a little excitement at the thought of him taking her, using her.
“Okay, my love, time to make a choice. Who are you going to give the keycard to?”
She sat silently for a long moment before wordlessly rising and walking over to the business associate and placing the note and keycard on his table. No words were exchanged. She just laid it there and walked away.
She returned to Jack and saw his face.
“Is something wrong, babe?”
Jack’s stomach was in knots… but he said, “No, sweetie, of course not. Let’s adjourn to the restaurant so we can get something to eat and get to our room before 8.”
They ordered a bottle of Chardonnay, some appetizers, and a dessert to share. They ate in virtual silence. The tension was palpable. When they had finished their food and the bottle, Jack ordered another bottle to take up to the room; he thought they’d need it.
They got back to their room just before 8 pm. Their gentleman caller could arrive any minute, or not at all.
“Should I stay dressed? Get naked? Get comfy into something sexy to wait? What do you think?”
“Whatever you like, my love, but I would stay dressed. You look absolutely amazing, so sexy! And if it was me? I’d want to undress you.”
“Yeah, I also want him to get to see my new lingerie!”
“Oh, I didn’t know you’d done that—you were dressed when I first saw you. I’ve reconsidered. I’d take off the dress, leave everything else on if I was you.”
She quickly slid out of the dress, left standing there in her bra, panties, garter, stockings, and heels.
“Holy shit! Is this guy in for a treat!”
He walked over and took her in his arms, running his hands over her body. She could feel his erection pressing into her.
“I’m kind of jealous!” he said with emotion.
“We can call it off, babe? Tell him we changed our mind? Go down to the front desk and change out the keys?”
He reached down and felt her sex. She was dripping; her panties soaked through.
“Nope, you want this! And I want it for you! Just hope he shows up…”
8 pm. 8:30. Nothing.
They drank more wine and relaxed; the tension abated.
“I don’t think he’s coming. Maybe he didn’t find me attractive?”
“No way that is the case, my love. I did notice he was wearing a wedding ring though. Maybe that was the issue?”
“I don’t know. I’m disappointed, but also relieved,” she admitted.
He lay on the bed next to her and they began kissing.
Then… a click… and a voice…
“Hey! I thought she was mine for the night?”
Jack jumped up reflexively to repel the intruder until he remembered he was no intruder—rather, an invited guest.
Jack approached him with his hand held out.
“I’m Frank.”
“Jack, and my wife Laura.” He gestured to his wife lying in her lingerie and heels on the bed.
“Do I know you? You look familiar.”
Jack said nervously, “Well, not yet, but you and I have a business meeting on a contract tomorrow at 2.”
“Holy shit, small world! Well, tomorrow is tomorrow, tonight is tonight. May I take advantage of you and your wife’s kind offer?”
“That was the agreement between her and me, and in turn with you, so of course,” Jack said, not as sincerely or comfortably as he would have liked.
Frank didn’t care; he was going to take advantage of this situation and this sexy wife.
“Stand up, sweetie. Let me get a better look at you!”
Laura stood and did a little spin.
“Oh my god, you are so sexy and beautiful!” Frank exclaimed with excitement and clear lust.
Jack and Laura appreciated the compliment.
“Making sure I understand the rules of the game—it is a game, right? You’ll do and let me do anything I want, anything I tell you to, so long as I don’t really hurt or injure you?”
Jack, even though the question was directed at Laura, responded meekly, “Yes, that is the game.”
Frank said in a very lusty voice, “Well, let’s get started then! First order: you tell me the truth about anything I ask you, even if the truth hurts you or your husband.”
“Yes, sir,” Laura responded submissively.
Jack wasn’t so surprised about the answer as the tone and the “sir,” but thought, "She understands the game and is playing it, I guess."
“Do you want me to use you tonight? To make you suck my cock? Fuck you?”
“Yes, sir, very much so.”
“You think I’m handsome? Sexy?”
“Yes, also very much so.”
“More handsome and sexy than your husband?”
Laura looked at Jack—older, not short but shorter, and the same man she’d been with for years. She also looked at the impressive bulge in Frank’s slacks…
“Yes, sir, very much so.”
Jack winced—not the last time he would this night.
Frank sat on the edge of the bed and told Jack to sit in the chair not far away.
Jack wasn’t part of the game or under his control, but he did not protest.
Frank stood and motioned for Laura to stand in front of him.
He admired her with his eyes and with his hands. He reached around and grabbed her firm ass, kneading her flesh while his eyes rested on her huge tits.
“These real?” he asked somewhat snidely.
“100% real,” she responded.
“Get them out for me; let me see.”
She reached behind her, unfastening her bra, and let it fall.
Her tits stood out proud and firm. Given their immense size and her age, they were a welcome miracle.
“Fuck! I love these!” He reached out to caress them before squeezing them very hard with both hands. He tweaked her nipples, pulling them until they were hard and erect.
He took one, then the other into his mouth, sucking and biting them.
She winced.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Not in such a way that you have to stop.” The tone of the words that came out of her mouth shocked her. She was excited, horny; she wanted this and much more.
He took her in his arms, pulling her tight against him.
He kissed her and she kissed back. Her passion was evident as their tongues intertwined.
His hands found their marks: one hand on a heavy breast, the other between her legs feeling her pussy—her wetness.
Her hand found its mark too. Grasping and caressing his cock through his slacks, she thought, "Fuck! He’s huge!"
“Mmm, you’re so wet. You like my cock already, don't you? You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” His mouth returned to hers.
Barely able to speak with the intrusion of his tongue in her mouth, she was able to mumble, “Yes, fuck yes!”
Firmly, commandingly, he told her, “Get on your knees and take my cock out.”
She slowly dropped to her knees, caressing his shoulders, chest, and eventually groin as she lowered herself.
Frank asked Jack, “Did you know your wife was such a slut?”
The words stung Jack. A lot.
“I didn’t… but I suspected…”
Soon she had reached her prize; only his boxers were between her lips and this stranger’s cock.
She pulled on the waistband and he was free.
His cock sprang out, hitting her in the face.
She giggled for an instant, admiring it for a moment before moaning and licking the slit at its apex, tasting the precum already gathered there.
Jack thought, "Shit, he has to be 9 inches at least and so goddamn thick! He’s got me beat by miles."
He wondered what his wife could do with it. She loved giving blowjobs and did so for him often. She could deep throat him… but deep was a relative term, and in his case it wasn’t deep at all.
She began taking his cock into her mouth, inch by inch, her left hand gripping his shaft tightly. Jack and Frank both noted her wedding ring on her finger—fingers wrapped around a stranger’s huge cock. In a strange way it thrilled both of them, in different ways of course.
Jack marveled at the look on his wife’s face as she began sucking Frank’s cock. She was hungry for it. Wanted it. Wanted all of it.
Frank didn’t hesitate to take advantage of that desire—and his own. Taking her head in his hands, he forced his cock deeper and deeper until it was buried in her throat. She gagged, and tears came to her eyes, but it was also obvious she loved the feeling of his cock deep in her throat, feeling desired, and yes, used. It excited her all the more.
She broke away for a minute or two to get her breath and wits about her. She licked and sucked his balls while jerking off his huge cock with her hand.
Frank enjoyed the sensation for a bit but he wanted more—much more.
He lifted her to her feet and threw her onto the bed, positioning her so her head hung off the edge. She knew what he wanted, opening her mouth to receive his stiff member. Exes had done this to her in her past and she wanted it again.
“I’m going to throat fuck you…” he said as nonchalantly as if he'd said, "I’m going to shake your hand." He slid his cock in, deeper and deeper till his scrotum was pressing against her forehead.
“God damn, you are some cock sucker!” he complimented her.
Jack agreed. He was amazed at what she was able to do, willing to do. The rules of the game were one thing. But all knew if she really wanted to stop, she would. She didn’t.
He began pistoning his throbbing cock deep into her throat, withdrawing and returning it over and over again, literally doing as he said he would… He was fucking her throat and it was a sight to behold.
“Fuck! I’m going to cum!” Frank cried as he began to erupt with shot after shot of his sperm-filled juices down Laura’s throat.
He held it there for a moment before withdrawing it, leaving a trail of semen in her mouth and on her face.
“Holy shit! That was amazing! Not many women can take me like that!" Frank declared.
Laura, with a little bit of disappointment, began to rise from the bed and reached for something to put on.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Frank yelled. “We’re not done here, not by a long shot!”
Laura said feebly, “But… you came?”
Gesturing toward Jack, Frank said, “I can see you have been with him too long… He may have been done after one shot; I most certainly am not.”
Just then Laura and Jack peered at his impressive cock and found it impressive in more ways than one. He was still mostly hard.
“I need to piss and you need to get cleaned up,” Frank said to Laura, motioning toward the bathroom.
Laura did as she was told, walking into the bathroom toward the very large shower. She opened the shower door and reached for the tap.
“No, not yet. Get in the shower, on your knees,” Frank told her in a calm but commanding voice.
Laura’s puzzled look didn’t prevent her from kneeling on the shower floor.
Frank lifted his heavy cock, aiming it at Laura, and began to urinate on her—on her face, in her hair, on her tits, everywhere. His huge cock looked like a firehose spraying her as if she was on fire.
Jack stood in the bathroom doorway and he could not believe what he was seeing. His wife was being degraded, treated like an animal.
Inexplicably to him, she was smiling—smiling as this stranger's piss hit his wife’s face and filled her mouth.
As his bladder emptied, Frank instructed her, “Get cleaned up, dirty fucking slut!”
A thrill—a thrill she could not understand—shot through her. She should have been irate, stormed out, told him to get out. Instead? She showered… preparing herself for whatever might come next.
She soon found him behind her in the shower, his hands groping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples, his cock rising to full attention again and pressing against her ass.
He took soap in his hands and began washing her. His hands focused on her most intimate spaces. Fingers slid up into her cunt. His hand slid between her ass cheeks. His index finger circled her tightest hole… then it slid up inside her ass.
“You like that, baby? You like me fingering your tight little asshole? Do you want me to put my cock in it?”
Jack, watching from the bathroom doorway, thought his head might explode. Then it did.
“Yes, Frank, I love it! I want to try to take you in my ass!” she replied, reaching back to squeeze his now fully tumescent monster.
“Have you had a cock up that hot ass before?”
“A few times with an ex-boyfriend, a long time ago, but his cock couldn’t even begin to compare to yours!”
Jack stumbled backward, nearly passing out. What had he wrought? He’d fingered Laura’s ass a few times. They’d NEVER done anal. He’d asked her a few times only to be told either a simple “no” or “maybe someday.” In this moment he was reeling.
Then, unsolicited, she told Frank that secret… “I’ve never let Jack do it, not once.”
Frank gave Jack a ridiculing look as he reached past Laura and turned off the water. They grabbed towels, dried off, and headed toward the bed. Frank snapped his towel at Laura’s ass.
“Ouch!” she said with a sexy laugh.
Then he snapped it at Jack. “Enjoying the game, bud?” he asked with a mocking laugh.
Jack looked at Frank’s cock. It was jutting out, rock hard. He wondered how he could recover so quickly and fully. Long, thick, and seemingly ever hard. Did he feel jealousy? Admiration? He wasn’t sure. The only thing he was sure of was that huge cock was soon going to be buried in his wife's cunt and asshole.
He was wrong—not for the first time, or the last, this evening.
Frank and Laura lay facing each other on the bed. They began kissing passionately. Tongues intertwined, hands exploring each other’s bodies. Acting not like they were playing this game, not like friends with benefits, but rather like lovers. This time he was sure of what he felt—jealousy.
“For fuck’s sake, get on with it!” he shouted at them.
They paid him no heed.
They kissed, caressed, and fondled each other for what seemed to Jack like an eternity.
Eventually, Laura broke the mood.
“How can this slut serve you, sir?”
Frank, still playing his own more complex game, replied, “Tell me how much you want this cock.”
“God, I want it so bad; I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted anything more!”
Frank questioned, “Why?”
“Because it is the biggest I’ve ever had! Not even a close call! And I want it—I want to feel it stretch my cunt! Then I want to try to take you up my ass!”
Frank smiled, again playing his own game… “My cock’s bigger than your husband’s, isn’t it?”
“Way bigger—really, if yours is a cock, his is more of a ‘wiener’.”
Frank’s derisive laugh was followed by—“Let’s see, Jack. Let’s see your little wiener…”
Jack was horrified. He was little, and he knew it. At this moment he had an erection, but it was barely noticeable in his slacks. But… he did it. He didn’t know why, but he did it.
He undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He stood there with his erect penis jutting through the pee hole of his boxers. All four and a half—maybe on his best day five—inches of his manhood exposed to this stranger… this business associate.
“Laura! Why didn’t you let Jack stick that up your ass?? You’d barely have noticed!” Again with the mocking laughter.
Laura didn’t reply to the question exactly. Instead she reached for Frank’s cock saying, “All I know is I want you to fuck me with this—a real man’s cock!”
“Oh, I’m going to, babe! Get on your hands and knees!”
She did as commanded. Frank knelt on the bed behind her and rubbed his hard cock between the folds of her pussy.
He spanked her ass—hard. “Beg for it!”
“Oh please give me that cock! Fuck me! Use me! PLEASE!”
“You really are a slut; I love it!”
One more smack of her ass and he began pressing his cock into her cunt.
Laura gasped, followed by a cry of “FUCK!”
Gripping her hips, Frank pressed deeper and deeper until he could not get any more of his massive member into her wet, wanting pussy.
“You like that, babe?”
“OH. MY. GOD!” was all she could muster as she pressed her face into a pillow, muffling her cries of pleasure. He held his cock there, filling her as she had never been filled before.
He began pistoning his cock in and out of her, slowly at first. She was taking more and more of his length with each stroke as her body adjusted.
He pulled her hair, lifting the top of her body up, then grabbing her shoulders. He began fucking her faster and faster. Harder and harder. She was taking him fully now—unbelievable as it was to both her and Jack.
She moaned and cried out. Her cries were interspersed with obscenities.
“Fuck me! Oh God, take that fucking pussy!” she cried until the only words were repeated “Fuck!” and “Yes!” over and over again.
Frank pounded that cunt like he was trying to destroy it. Pulling her hair, he slapped her ass as he took her from behind.
“I don’t want to cum yet,” he told her while instructing her to lie on her back.
He quickly resumed fucking her in missionary, but slower, gentler, kissing her deeply while his cock filled her.
Frank turned to Jack who sat in the nearby chair—not really surprised to see him stroking his wiener.
“Which do you like more? When I fuck her hard—rough fucking her like my own personal slut? Or when I make love to her, like I’m doing now, better than you ever have?”
Jack didn’t answer Frank, but he thought about it. Why was he jerking off to this? He didn’t know. He did know he liked it better when he was using her better than making love to her—that brought feelings of jealousy again.
Frank didn’t really care what Jack liked or not, but nonetheless he soon switched to using her again, but now in a new way.
“You like that, babe—me making love to you?”
Laura breathily replied, “I do, very much!”
“Lie on your side,” Frank told her.
She did so and he slid behind her. She jackknifed her legs to give him access to her pussy.
He resumed fucking her for all he was worth. She for her part resumed the litany of moans, cries, and obscenities.
She reached down and stroked her clit as he fucked her and it sent her over the edge.
She screamed as the strongest orgasm she had ever felt ripped through her body. She shook and shuddered as it flowed through her for what seemed like forever.
As it subsided she spoke… “I don't think I have ever cum like that—that intensely—in my entire life!”
Frank, looking at Jack but speaking to Laura, asked, “Not even with your husband?”
She giggled, “NO! Hell, half the time I fake it with him.”
Frank’s eyes hadn’t left Jack’s face. He was intentionally humiliating him and enjoying it as his cock remained buried deep in Jack’s wife’s cunt.
Frank slowly pulled his still rock-hard cock out of her pussy. His hand found her pussy. It was literally dripping with her excitement. He took her slick and drew it back to her asshole, sliding his soaked fingers—one, then two, and eventually three—into that tightest hole.
Laura moaned with pleasure at the assault on her starfish.
“Have to get you ready for what’s next, babe.”
Every time he called her “babe,” Jack winced.
Frank placed the head of his engorged member at her back entrance. Ever so slowly he pressed harder and harder against her anus.
“OW! I don’t know if I can do this…” she said with obvious disappointment in her voice.
“Jack, get over here and lie on your back.”
Again, without knowing why, he complied.
He instructed Laura to get on her hands and knees positioned so that Jack's face was just below her pussy.
“It will be a lot easier and more pleasurable for her if you lick her clit while I fuck her ass, Jack. You want it to be easy and pleasurable for her, don’t you Jack?”
“Of course I do!” Even as the words exited his mouth, he couldn't believe he had spoken them—not to mention allowing any of this to happen at all.
Jack began licking her pussy—the pussy that had moments earlier been filled with Frank’s cock.
Laura moaned in response to his efforts. “He’s always been damn good at eating pussy!” she thought.
Again using her own juices, Frank lubricated her asshole and his cock before pressing the head against her opening again.
This time—quite possibly to everyone’s surprise—the head popped right in through her tight ring.
She cried out in obvious discomfort.
He held steady—just the head, albeit an extremely large one—lodged in her ass.
Jack continued to lick her clit—actually more intensely. She adjusted. Her anus relaxed as he pleasured her. “Damn, Frank was right!” she thought.
Frank pressed into her more deeply. An inch, then another, till he had about a third of his cock in her rectum. He then pulled back till just the head remained before sliding back into her.
He began slowly fucking her ass like that. Laura began to moan and cry out again—by then cries of pleasure.
“Holy shit! That feels amazing! So good! I never would have believed…” her words trailed off, replaced again with moans and cries of pleasure.
A second—possibly even more intense—orgasm crashed through her.
Frank had a satisfied look on his face as he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back next to her.
Jack crawled from beneath her, returning to his chair as Laura settled next to Frank, lying on her side.
She kissed him deeply. “Thank you! That was fucking amazing!”
He did not reply with kind words.
“I am going to fuck you again and I don’t want to stick my dirty cock in your cunt.”
Laura began to rise.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“To get a washcloth?”
“No, no, babe—you’re going to clean my cock with your pretty mouth.”
She didn’t complain or comment.
“Yes, sir,” she said firmly before taking him in her hand and licking the length of his erection.
Again, Jack was bewildered before coming to the realization that she wanted that cock to fuck her more so much she’d walk across hot coals for it. Moreover, she seemed turned on by such a nasty act.
She began sucking his cock more for pleasure than hygiene—his pleasure and her own. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth. Frank put his hand behind her head, forcing more and more down her throat. She didn’t complain…
He again ordered her on her hands and knees, and Jack to position himself under her.
“Lick your wife’s clit while I fuck her how she should be fucked.”
Each positioned themselves as directed.
Frank slid into her, stretching her once again. “She’s going to be ruined for you, Jack. Whatever pleasure you may have been able to give her before? No more… She will never be satisfied with you again.”
Jack winced at that but set about pleasuring his wife as Frank fucked her. Frank’s nuts hit his forehead at times, the length of his cock meeting Jack’s tongue at their juncture. It was humiliating but he loved it in a strange way.
There was so much he didn’t understand. But he loved his wife; he knew that much. Loved how much pleasure they were now giving her.
For certain, Laura loved it. She was lost in her pleasure. Her big tits swayed as Frank pounded her from behind; Jack reached out to grab them, squeezing them, pinching her nipples as he pleasured her clit and Frank pleasured her pussy.
Perhaps to add the “cherry on top,” Frank slid two fingers up her ass as he fucked her.
She exploded again; her orgasm was so intense she thought she might pass out.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” she cried out in ecstasy.
Frank fucked her even harder and faster, pounding into her, their bodies slapping together.
“I’m going to fill that married cunt with my cum!” he exclaimed.
And then he erupted inside her. Rivulet after rivulet of his semen flooded into her.
He held steady as his own orgasm subsided.
Finally he pulled his massive member from her pussy. As he did so, his cum began leaking out onto Jack’s face. Laura collapsed atop him, pinning him; he couldn’t get up or even move his arms to wipe away the spunk.
Frank stepped away, cleaned up a bit, and began dressing.
Laura, still above Jack, said, “Thank you, baby; I love you so much!” before taking Jack’s cock in her mouth and beginning to suck him. Jack began devouring his wife’s spunk-soaked cunt.
Frank, about to exit the room, said, “I’m going to keep the keycard. I’ll be back tomorrow—after our meeting, Jack. Should be an interesting one…” he added with another ridiculing laugh.
Jack didn’t reply. He returned to pleasuring his wife as she pleasured him.
Her pussy was destroyed—red, gaping, swollen. He examined her tight little asshole… also red, gaping, and swollen.
If either of her most intimate places pained her, she didn’t show it.
Jack realized he hadn’t heard the door click.
He looked up and saw Frank standing over them. He was smiling.
Frank, stepping out of character for a moment, said, “All in fun, guys. Let’s have more fun tomorrow night?”
Laura, also smiling, answered, “You said you were keeping the keycard—it doesn’t just open the door; it opens other things too. Use it whenever you want.”
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To be continued?
