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Erica sat at her desk at work exhausted from the long hours she has been working. She had been working on a huge health insurance deal that would send her career in the right direction. She fell back into her desk chair and brought both hands to her face rubbing her eyes sucking in air and letting out an exaggerated exhale. She thought to herself how little time she had for her husband and even more, her kids. “I can’t wait to get this deal done” she said out loud to herself.

She took a short break from her work to check her online messenger and saw that her husband Ricky was online. She decided to send him a message and wrote “What’s up Honey? Sorry I’ve been working so much lately but I’m getting very close to closing this deal. I’ll make it all up to you.” And she topped it off with a smiley face.

Ricky, not being very enthused by her message replied “Just put the kids to bed, I’m really tired so I’ll probably be sleeping when you get home,” completely ignoring her attempt at being playful.

Ricky was irritated and began thinking about all the things that made him this way. He was recently laid off from his real estate job and was having trouble finding work. They had to sell their beautiful house and move into a duplex in a declining area of town. It’s been so long since they had sex, he couldn’t remember, all he knows is it’s been months. A decline in sexual activity is normal after nine years of marriage but this he thought, this was ridiculous.

Ricky went outside to get some fresh air and finds his neighbor from the other side of duplex, Demetrius, sitting in the open area between their steps. He tries to make conversation “How are you?” but Demetrius as usual didn’t have much to say to him so Ricky just sat silently and enjoyed the great summer night.

A car pulls into the driveway and Ricky watches as his neighbor walks to the car and leans into the window. In the darkness of the night, it is hard to see his ebony body but it is highlighted by his silky white gym shorts sagging in the back showing his boxers and white tank top. Ricky is a little intimidated by his large muscular black frame and his arrogant silence and looks away as he sees his long braids fall to one side as he looks in his direction. He decided it’s time to call it a night and wonders into his apartment.

Ricky lies on the couch and drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened by Erica shortly after. He looked up at his wife now changed from work relaxing in a pair of mesh shorts and a tee shirt. It was obvious from the great scent pervading from her that she has already showered.

He feels a little disappointment at her choice of outfit. There is nothing he would love more than to have been awakened to find his beautiful wife wearing something sexy. He has been trying to open her up to more erotic things for nine married years and hasn’t broken her conservative barrier yet.

Erica looks down at him with her soft brown eyes and pale freckled face while sticking out her bottom lip making her best sad face. “Come hang out with me for a little bit,” she says in a spoiled whine. “It’s beautiful out let’s go sit on the steps.”

“Isn’t Demetrius still out there?” he asked.

“Probably, he is always sitting out there but who cares, we live here too,” she says pulling him from the couch by his hand.

Ricky never could tell her ‘no’ when she used the pouty face and tone and found himself walking behind his wife to the door. As always he found his eyes falling to her plump ass and tone legs. In her bare feet she only stands 5’2 but had been blessed with a perfect frame according to Mike’s taste.

Walking onto the small porch and turning to the right to sit on the steps they are greeted by the large black thug they knew as Demetrius. Erica sat three steps down and pulled her husband to sit one step above her placing a leg on either side of her. It was getting late and the traffic next door seemed to have slowed for the night.

Erica being neighborly says “Hi!”

“What’s up girl,” he says in a drawn out low bass voice.

“Nuttin, just came out to enjoy the weather,” she says in her sweet raspy voice. “How ’bout you?” she asks.

“Chillin” was his only reply.

Ricky still sitting quietly behind his wife wonders what his wife is doing trying to continue this conversation. He looks down at Demetrius sitting in his chair at the bottom of the steps between their two sets of steps. He is coal black and solid muscle, and was talking to his wife completely ignoring the fact he was sitting there.

Ricky’s mind began to wonder back to a couple of weeks ago when he and Erica laid in their bed listening to the moans coming from his apartment thru the thin walls and open windows. They were in their mid-thirties and Demetrius was probably only about twenty-three but still, it seemed to go on forever.

He was snapped out of his day dream when she lifted the back of her shirt up “Tickle my back, pleeeeaaase?” she asked.

He slid back to make sure she couldn’t feel his erection that developed during his day dream and began running his fingertips softly up and down her back. As he tickled her back his mind drifted off again to that night. He thought about the sounds but then began remembering Erica’s voice whisper “He has been fucking her forever. Everyone in the neighborhood can probably hear her. It sounds like its true what they say about black guys.”

All of these statements kept playing in his head along with the sounds and he found himself very aroused. When he began paying attention to his actual surroundings he felt his hands gently caressing her back sliding up to her neck making her shiver and she let out a light moan. He pulled her hair to one side making her tilt her head so he could gently kiss her ear pulling her ear lobe into his mouth and lightly sucking it into his lips.

A series of small moans escaped her lips as she felt eight finger tips run down her arms across her hands and onto her thighs. “Mmmmm that feels so good” she said lightly as she felt goose bumps forming on her entire body.

He slid his finger tips to her knees then back up letting them fall to the inside of her thick toned thighs many times. She spread her legs slightly hoping his fingers would find the moist area between them. As his fingers slid just past her pussy barely touching it she raised her hips up trying to offer it to him as his fingers roamed away. He was surprised to find she wasn’t wearing panties under her shorts and slid his hand back up her thigh and under the leg of her shorts and let his fingers spread her pussy and slide the length of her slit.

“Oohhh god that feels good, don’t stop!” she breathed as she grabbed his hand into both of her hands and held it there.

Erica began slowly gyrating her hips working his finger into her tight pussy. Her breathing was becoming heavy as she began biting down on her bottom lip her eyes closed tight. The cool breeze swept across her exposed pussy adding to the exhilarating feeling she was getting from her husband’s fingers.

She felt her breast being groped adding to her excitement when she realized they were not her husband’s hands. She suddenly remembered Demetrius being there the whole time. Her mind started to race “What are we doing? How did we forget he was here?”

Ricky’s hand became paralyzed between her legs when he also realized what was happening. “That feels so good Honey please don’t stop,” she said almost pleading with him.

Demetrius took another step up now standing between Erica’s legs making them spread to either side of him leaving his waist eye level. “You heard her “Honey” don’t stop,” he said looking down mocking him.

He grabbed her small hand making her look up at him and wonder why she wasn’t stopping this. He slowly brought it to the bulge forming in his white silky basketball shorts. He guided her hand up and down the full length of his big cock making her lips part for an exaggerated exhale.

Ricky’s mind was flooded with emotions, dumbfounded, confused, hurt, intimidated, but most confusing he was turned on. He could feel his wife was soaked between her legs and moving her hips to increase her pleasure.

Erica was now rubbing Demetrius’ cock through his shorts with both hands. She was openly moaning as she tilted her head back to look up into his dark eyes. He placed his large black hand behind her head and pushed her face into his concealed cock. “Ooohhhh god!” she breathed heavily as her opened mouth pressed against the huge bulge in his shorts.

Ricky was worried and had quit playing with her pussy but it didn’t matter. His wife was now in a state that he didn’t know existed. She grabbed Demetrius’ waist band with both hands and pulled his shorts down exposing a huge ebony colored cock.

Ricky watched as his wife wrapped both of her pale dainty hands around his thick girth and began stroking it just inches from her face. He sat motionless behind his wife but close enough he could hear her mouth part open as she slid her lips over his big head. “Mmmmmmm” she moaned leaving her mouth there for a moment before pulling it out.

She held his heavy cock up with one hand admiring it briefly. “Your dicks huge!” she said before devouring it again and again.

“Don’t you think we should at least go inside so everyone driving by can’t see you sucking his dick?” Ricky asked passively with a hint of sarcasm.

“She don’t seem to mind” Demetrius replied arrogantly with a grin. He pulled her head back by her hair making his black cock spring from her mouth. She was left with her mouth open and tongue sticking out panting. He used his free hand to grab his cock and rub it over her face and mouth.

He ordered her to stand up and take her shorts off and she willingly complied bending over slightly as she slid them down her legs. Demetrius stood confidently stroking his cock as she removed one foot at a time then tossing them to the side. He grabbed and pulled her shirt up over her head leaving her standing completely naked.

Ricky, quietly sliding into the background and finding his chair, watched on. He watched his wife stand naked on their steps while their young black neighbor stroked his magnificent erection. He always considered his wife to have a thick ass but it seemed to be totally engulfed by Demetrius’ large ebony hands. He pulled her tight to him pressing his big cock against her lower stomach.

Ricky watched and listened as they kissed letting their tongues explore each other’s mouths. Demetrius pulled one hand from her ass and slapped it back creating an echoing slapping sound. Erica had a small angel tattoo on the small of her back and Rick couldn’t help but to think “How ironic.”

“Mmmmm, spank that ass!” Erica said in her best naughty voice.

He repeated this several times switching hands with each slap. Erica was becoming obviously turned on and was now feverishly stroking his black monster.

He grabbed her by the back of her hair and pushed her panting mouth onto his cock. She was now bent over at the waist with her naked ass and pussy facing her husband while sucking his huge black cock. She sucked as much of him as she could into her mouth leaving a slobber trail with each bob.

“Let go inside so I can get some of that white pussy!” he said leading her toward his side of the duplex. His big ebony cock swinging side to side as he walked away.

Ricky was left sitting alone on his small porch. Erica gave him one last quick glance as she disappeared into the adjacent apartment being lead by her wrist by their over-sized black neighbor. He was at a loss as he watched his wife’s thick naked ass slightly bounce with each step until the screen door closed behind them.

Ricky stood and walked into his apartment playing back in his mind what just transpired. He again recognized he was fully erect and began rubbing himself thru his shorts as he wondered into his bedroom. He lay alone silently stroking his dick trying to hear any noises coming thru the wall or opened window. “What just happened and why the fuck is it turning me on?” he asked himself.

Now in his bedroom, Demetrius put her on his bed on her hands and knees facing him. She automatically slid her warm mouth over his cock head and down his fat shaft taking as much as she could. He reached his long arms back and began roughly groping and slapping her ‘stuck up’ ass making her moan and suck on his cock like a wanton slut!

She was so turned on she never even thought about Ricky or what he might be thinking right now. The only thing that mattered to her was pleasuring this black cock the way it deserved. Demetrius now had both of his hands behind her head and was fucking her willing married mouth hard enough that her bare ass jiggled with each thrust.

For the first time in her life she wanted to be used. He grabbed one ass cheek and shook it before giving it a hard smack. Every time he pulled his cock from her, she chased after it with a panting mouth. Her lips, chin, and cheeks now glistened with her saliva.

“Suck that black dick! Get that married mouth all over that mother fucker!” he said only concerned with his pleasure and making her his slut.

Ricky knelt near his open bedroom window and became flush as Demetrius’ words shot thru his head. He could even slightly hear her moaning and slurping as she sucked on his cock.

Demetrius pushed Erica onto her back and her legs automatically spread exposing her bald glistening pussy to the large black bull. She looked up into his eyes her mouth still open trying to catch her breath. Her hands slid down her stomach and over her pussy and rubbed her clit.

He climbed between her spread legs forcing them wide to either side of his thick frame. He rubbed his big cock head up and down her slit making it wet before lining it up to her opening and applying pressure. After a few unsuccessful tries; his head and the first couple inches finally forced its way into her slick pussy making her gasp and her eyes open wide with a fearful look.

He slid back slowly several times leaving just the head then pushed back into her feeding her tight pussy a little more black cock each time. He continued this routine until finally he had all of his cock buried in her married pussy and his balls resting on her ass.

Erica moaned and grunted out loud each time her pussy was violated by his black beast. She felt a sensational stretching feeling between her legs and felt him touch places she didn’t know existed inside of her.

Ricky; still kneeling down at his window, could hear his wife grunt and groan. It sounded as if she was having the wind knocked out if her several times and couldn’t take it any longer. He quit feverishly stroking his hard on and went to get a closer look. He grabbed his chair from the porch and walked around back setting it down just below the open window. He stood on it and peered into the room in which his wife and her black bull occupied.

He saw Demetrius’ muscular black body lying over his wife engulfing her tiny pale body into his. From Ricky’s angle he couldn’t see his wife, just her bent legs on either side of this ebony god.

Ricky watched on as he slid his arms under Erica’s back cupping her shoulders into his hands; she was at his mercy. He began driving his huge cock into her pussy with force letting his heavy balls slam into her ass cheeks each time. Ricky could see the muscles in his ass flex with each thrust into his wife’s beautiful pussy. He also noticed on his backstrokes how wide her pussy was being stretched to accommodate the black cock.

She screamed out in pleasure each time he buried his cock into her. His pace began to increase until he was relentlessly pounding her pussy, ignoring her attempts to push away.

“Oooohhhhhh god, fuck me, fuck me,” she yelled out panting between her words. “I’m gonna CUMmmmm,” she screamed then threw her head back and began convulsing beneath her black thug.

Her toes curled, her legs tried to wrap around his body but could not make it the whole way; her arms shot out to her sides and grabbed hands full of sheets, and she lifted her head to look down at the black cock fucking her giving her the most intense orgasm of her life.

Ricky still standing on his chair became overwhelmed and came in his shorts while rubbing his erection. He and Erica have been married for nine years and he was seeing a side of her he could never even imagine. He couldn’t believe she was in the apartment next door fucking a black thug she really didn’t even know but she was openly begging him to fuck her. Then he realized how loud she was screaming and thought every neighbor around them could probably hear her beg to be fucked. He snapped out of his trance and became aware of his surroundings and decided he better go back inside to his apartment.

Demetrius pulled his cock from her pussy with a slurping sound. It glistened with her juices as he swiftly brought it to her open mouth as she tried to catch her breath. She had both of her hands between her legs massaging her sore pussy as he fed her mouth his cum covered cock. “Look what you did. You made a mess of my cock” he said mockingly. “Now clean it off so I can get some more of that white pussy!” and laid it across her lips and rubbing it on her face leaving a trail of her own pussy juices over her face.

She sucked, licked, and slurped all over his cock, her hands never leaving between her legs. “Please fuck me again,” she said in a soft raspy voice.

Once his cock was cleaned he turned her over onto her knees and pushed her shoulders to the bed leaving her thick ass in the air. His big hand slammed down onto her ass making her cheek slightly jiggle. He grabbed his huge cock in his right hand and using his left hand, grabbed her ass and used his thumb to spread her pussy. He began rubbing his saliva covered head up and down the length of her tiny pussy. “Do you want it?” he asked.

“Yes, please don’t tease me, pleeease” she replied as she tried to push back into him.

“Tell me. Tell me you want my black cock.”

She was beginning to moan and reached back between her legs grabbing his thick girth into her tiny hand to line it up to her opening. Breathlessly she began begging “I want it. I want it. I want your big fucking black cock! Please fuck me!” She was now moving her ass up and down letting her pussy slide over his head.

“Louder! I want your husband to be able to hear you say it!” he demanded with another slap to her ass.

“I WANT YOUR BLACK COCK!!!” she yelled out. Suddenly her body tensed and a loud prolonged yell escaped her mouth as she felt her pussy part to accept his entire cock in one motion. Her reaction was to fall forward but he held her by her hips making sure she got exactly what she was begging for.

“Where you trying to go? This is what you wanted, right?” he taunted as he drove into her over and over.

His pelvis was slamming into her ass with each violent thrust making waves in her ass. Her heavy c cup tits swayed in rhythm. She gripped the sheets tight into her hands and shamelessly screamed out in pleasure. He grabbed her hair pulling her head back never easing up on his repetitive pounding.

Ricky lay in his bed listening to his wife loving the black cock that owned her pussy right now. Last month they listened to a nameless faceless slut being fucked but now this was much more personal. This “slut” was his wife.

Erica screamed out “I’m gonna cum again!!” Her mouth opened releasing a long loud whimper as she began to shake once again.

Demetrius slammed his hand onto her ass again filling the air with a sharp smacking sound as he continued to pound into her quivering pussy. She fell onto her stomach making his big cock withdrawal and it begin spraying thick loads of cum on her ass and the small of her back drowning her angel tattoo. He growled as he slid his exploding cock up and down between her plump cheeks.

 

Paul and Paula – Married but Looking

PAUL – Tuesday afternoon. September 2005

It used to be that bad news came at night. People dying, serious accidents, husbands leaving wives or vice versa.

Paul Donnally remembered the old saying that nobody ever received good news at night later when he thought about that afternoon as he pulled into the circular driveway of their Mandarin home. It was a rambling three bedroom Spanish style single story home that had once been big enough for Paula and their son and daughter.

It had been just big enough for all of them before Ben and Patricia had grown up and graduated high school and gone off to college, Ben to the University of Florida where he was due to graduate with a Masters in Business Administration the next July and Patricia to FSU in Tallhassee where she was working toward a Masters in Education with emphasis on handicapped children.

Now it was too large and Paula and he had talked a few times about looking for a condominium, maybe at Jacksonville or St. Augustine Beach, that would be easier to maintain and more comfortable for empty-nesters.

It was especially large now that Paula was gone for a week to a real estate seminar in Miami. She had flown out on Sunday and even now on Tuesday it seemed entirely too long for Paul’s taste. He could almost hear his 40-year-old wife when he sat on the couch watching television or reading a book, could smell the perfume that she sometimes wore to bed for hot sex. It had been a long time. They were on the downside of 40, he was about to celbrate his 42th birthday and the sex drive yielded to age, but he still remembered.

He was getting ready to slide out of the car when the T-Mobile cellphone he carried in his shirt pocket beeped the message that he had a message waiting. He wondered if it was Paula. It was early for her to call. She had told him this would be one of the busy seminars, every day chock full of meeting with other real estate types, lectures about how to survive in the world of falling house prices, and in the evenings she’d probably be wining and dining or being wined and dined by other agents while they tried to pick each other’s brains for good contacts and sales prospects.

Paul had sighed when she told him the news. He’d been through it before. Since entering real estate on a whim in her early 30s, it had become a second religion. She ate and drank real estate and ARM mortages and all the esoterica of residential home sales. But she made a good living at it, which neatly supplemented his respectable salary as the Public Relations Manager for Duval University, a very expensive and prestigious private four year college tucked away in the port and insurance city of Jacksonville, Florida.

So he didn’t expect to hear much from her, but if she had a break or a few minutes, sometimes she called him, as she said, just to remind herself what he sounded like.

He punched in the top button to access the call and waited a few seconds while scratchy static screeched out at him. There were background noises that might have been a radio or stereo playing some sort of Latin ballad or Salsa type and then through the bouncy music he began to make out words, or at least sounds.

“Ooooooooooohhhh God….that,….so good….more….deeper….uh…please….you like that Baby…..oh yes yes yes…..where….you want …in my pussy baby…in my pussy…”

Interspersed between the words were the wet sounds of flesh colliding with flesh and Paul knew it had to be the sound of a cock entering a very wet pussy.

What the hell? Since when did they broadcast porno over telephone lines?

“ooohhhhh…yes….no…don’t tease me….fuck me baby…fuuuuuuucccckkk me….” and there was a shrill feminine scream of pleasure.

As he sat there, his mouth open in amazement, he realized what had happened. It had happened before.

Sometimes a number would be entered inadvertently, by something as simple as somebody rolling over a cell phone and accidentally hitting the transmit button. He smiled, wondering what passionate couple was unaware that their frenzied fucking was going out of the electronic medium to provide a cheap thrill to a stranger sitting in his car and listening to it all.

He knew he should have shut it off, but there was an irrisistable voyeuristic impulse to listen a little longer.

There was a long drawn out sigh and then silence for moment, then the sound of movement on a bed and a little later a wet sucking sound that could never be mistaken for anything else.

“Oh, my god, Paula, nobody does it better…nobody…you know..i think you could suck the chrome of a trailer hitch with those lips…flattery will get you another hot cum, baby…just get it big and hard for me and let go…I want to drink all of you..”

For a few seconds Paul thought he might have had a sudden attack of vertigo as the world seemed to circle around his head…..What were the odds? A woman with the same name as his wife was sucking another man’s cock…how the hell could that happen….

He thought of the look on his Paula’s face when he told on her return about listening to another Paula give as strange man a great blow job. There would have been a time when they would get so hot talking about it that they would drag each other up to the bedroom if the kids were out. Their sex was still good and she gave the best blowjobs in the western world, but sometimes it almost felt like – she was doing it to pay him back for being away from him on long trips. A small sensation of pain ran through his insides as he realized it had been a long, long time since she had been carried away with the kind of wild, spontaneous passion he heard over the phone.

“do this for Paul?”

Paul’s attention suddenly returned to the voices. Had he heard the name Paul?

“yes, but not like I do it for you…he’s (slurp) happy with my ‘B’ game. ….he’s (SLURP) not like you baby…”

“…suck it all in,baby, down to my balls, that;’s the way…jesus, I can see it bulging out of your throat,,,.how do you do that?”

“…practic,e baby, practice (laughter)”

…and you love practicing on that 10 incher don’t you”

“…oh yes….was it hard to get used to sucking a big one? at first… Paul’s is kind of…dinky compared to yours. I doubt he’s more than 6 – 6 and a half inches and he doen’tt know what to do wth it anyway..next to you he’s very vanilla – just stick it in, pump till I cum and then he gives me his load…”

“…..he must be a fucking idiot…and he has never guessed about us?”

“…he’s one of those guys with more brains than common sense”

“..so why the fuck do you stay with him.? Your kids are out of the house..you make more than he does….”

“– not that he knows, baby – ”

“– and you don’t love him, obviously…”

There was more wet sucking while Paul felt the sensation of intolerable pressure like a thousand pound weight settling on his chest. He wondered when he would wake up.

“not like I love you baby..that’s right, get it big and hard for your cum slut…I want… cupful at least…”

“…well then why stay?”

“We’ve had this conversation, Greg….Paul and I have been together 20 years. We have two kids. He’s…comfortable…you can’t fuck all the time…we’re better off like this. i get all the hot sex I want from you and when I get home poor dull Paul is there to drink coffee with and discuss the news and he takes me to parties…he’s a husband, not fucking machine like you…oh yeah, baby…I feel it starting…nooo.. give it back..i need it.”

” …not till you say you love me more than poor little dull Paul”

“..no, damn it let me suck it

“…no not till you tell me you love me more than that loser of a husband of yours

“…you bastard..you bastard, give it back to me…okay…I love you, damn it…I love you more than I love paul now , I love you more than I ever loved that pitiful bastard..i love you more than I’ll ever love him….oh yes…..oh …ess.s… mmmm…mmmm…how can you squirt so much….come on…”

It seemed to keep going on forever,,,.but eventually after more sucking and fucking sounds the message ended and the computerized operator’s voice came on asking him if he wanted to save it or kill it. Without thinking, he hit the number 9 to save it. Then he let the phone in his hand drop to his side and he just sat there looking at the home where he and Paula had lived and loved for 15 years and raised their kids.

He must have sat there for five minutes and he could never remember what went through his mind. Finally he hit the replay button and listened to the whole damn thing again. His mind went round and round like a dog worrying a bone. What the hell could it mean?

In some way, beyond the conscious level he knew what it meant, but if he had admitted it for a second he was afraid he would start screaming and never be able to stop.

The first thought that entered his head was that somebody – with a very cruel sense of humor – had set up the call to drive him crazy. Any minute now the phone would ring again and his next-to-best friend and frat brother Sam calling from Houston would say, “Got you Paul, you dumb sack of shit. I really had you going, didn’t I?”

Except that Sam would never be this fucking cruel. And as he sat there and reality crashed in on him he realized that unless it was an astronomical coincidence, the only way a cellphone could accidentally call a number was if it was programmed in automatically, the way his number was programmed into Paula’s phone so touching one key would automatically send the call his way.

It had been Paula, he knew. It was her voice. After 20 years he couldn’t have mistaken that voice.

Had she done it deliberately? Even now as his world shattered into tiny little pieces and he realized like a character in some horror movie he had been married to a human appearing but very alien monster, he couldn’t understand WHY she would have done it. It sound very much like she was being honest with her lover when she talked about how comfortable, if dull, her life with him was.

Why would she deliberately expose her betrayal of him, of everything they had had together? Why would she destroy the life they had built together. She had to know that he wouldn’t be able to live with this knowledge. And that their good, safe, dull life would evaporate like dew under the morning sun. She could have a life with her lover, but their life would vanish as if it had never existed.

UNLESS…she knew he would never have the guts to leave her. Knew that he would swallow the hurt and pain and pretend he had never heard the voice message. Knew that she could fuck around and enjoy a comfortable life being waited on hand and foot and twist the knife in his back and enjoy his pain.

But what kind of fucking monster could do that to a man who had loved her for 20 years, had worked and sacrificed with the dream of spending their last years together?

He realized he was sobbing and rubbed at his eyes with fists that were clutched so tight he couldn’t release his fingers. The answer was that he didn’t know what kind of monster, just as he didn’t know any more who the woman was that wore his wife’s face but wasn’t his wife or the mother of his children.

Somehow he was inside the house without any knowledge of how he had gotten inside. He staggered to the cabinet in the den across from the wide screen TV and took the bottle of Bourbon out and took the cap off, then chugged the fiery liquid until he started to vomit it back up on the hardwood floor. Then he fell to his knees and cried the way he hadn’t since the night his father had died 20 years before.

The rest of the night was a blur in which he moved from the den to the master bedroom without removing his clothes or cleaning the vomit from himself or his clothes. He must have turned the television on because the second hour of the Today Show was dispensing cooking advice the next morning when he came to and sat up on his elbows on the bed.

There was something in his right hand. When he turned his bleary eyes to make out what it was he saw the gleaming heavy weight of the loaded Glock pistol. He rolled to his side and picked up the Glock, holding it up in the air to inspect it. The safety was still on.

There was something so grimly funny about that that he couldn’t stop laughing. Christ, when you’re too drunk to be able to release the safety on a pistol and blow your fucking brains out, you know you’re fucked up.

He lay back, laughing until he lost his breath and choked. Wouldn’t that have been so great, he thought, imagining Paula walking back into their house with a well fucked and happy expression on her face until she walked into the bedroom to find it decorated with his brains.

Then he thought about what would have happened if it had been Ben or Patricia who had walked in to find his body. He laid the gun down gingerly on the side table and put his face in his hands.

God damn you, Paula, he said softly. God damn you to hell. I could have done it if I hadn’t been so drunk. And maybe ruined Ben or Patricia’s life. And for what. A cheating mother fucking lying whore slut of a cheat. A woman who wouldn’t deserve his piss if she was on fire.

He realized even as he said, even though he had heard her voice tearing his soul to shreds, he still couldn’t believe it.

But, as he took his face out of his hands, he knew how he could make himself believe it. And when he did, then what? He took a deep breath. He didn’t know what he’d do. He didn’t know what he felt. He didn’t know what he would feel when he could deny it no longer. But he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

The phone rang just then and the way he knew he was very, very sick was that he didn’t leap to answer it. Paula had always joked that if someone held a pistol to his head and would shot him, he would still leap up to answer a phone. It was instinctive after many years as a newspaper reporter and PR guy. You always answered the phone.

But it kept ringing and after awhile he picked the portable off its base and checked the caller ID. It was his office at the university.

“Where are you, Paul?” his secretary Sherry said. There was a note of unconcealed concern in her voice. The joke around the university was that the Greenwich Observatory set their time by Paul. He was never late and had never missed a day of work and most years cut his vacation short to get back to work.

When he didn’t answer Sherry sounded even more worried.

“Paul, are you okay? You know today the trustees are meeting to discuss the next year’s budget. You’re supposed to be there as one of the University staff for your input.”

Finally he heard himself say, sounding like a 70-year-old, “I…I’m sick, Sherry. Really sick. Make some excuse for me. Richard can cover for me. He knows as much about the PR budget and operations as I do. He’d love a chance to show he could do my job anyway.”

Even as he said it he wondered why he’d say such a shitty thing about a guy who had always been loyal to him. Maybe because there wasn’t much milk of human kindness left in him. When Sherry spoke again he knew she was shocked by the gratuitous cruelty.

“Oh…okay, Paul. Richard is here and I’ll tell him to take over. You…you need to take care of yourself. You sound terrrible. Do you want me to come round. I can get Betty to cover for me. I know that Paula is down at that meet in Miami. I hate to think of you all alone and so sick.”

“No,” and the instant he heard his voice he regretted that also. But he didn’t seem to have much control over what he said and did right now. “I mean, Sherry, thanks, but I don’t want you to catch what I’ve got. It’s a really nasty bug. It’s a good thing Paula is down south. I know she’s having more fun down there than she would have here.”

His damned body betrayed him again and he sobbed until he caught his breath and tried to cover with a fake cough. There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Then finally, “when did you start getting sick? You seemed okay when you left work yesterday?”

‘I got sick last night,” he said, wanting to add it only took four minutes to become sick to death.

“Well….take care of yourself, Paul.”

Ten minutes after he hung up the phone rang again. Jesus Christ, his house was turning into Grand Central Station.

Thank God for caller ID he thought a second later, dropping the phone as though it were a poisonous snake. The name on the caller ID said simply, “Paula.” He let it ring. He had no idea what he would have done if he had simply picked up the phone and heard her lying, traitorous, fucking, beloved voice. But he had a feeling he would have been able to work the safety on the Glock.

After the phone rang a dozen times the voice mail came on and he heard her saying, “I just got off the phone with Sherry, Babe. She said you were home sick. You never stay home sick. I’m a little worried. Call me back. I – I don’t know what to say. I’d come back, but I’m really tied up with appointments this time. I’ve getting a lot of work done, getting a lot of contacts. Not much fun, but it’s going by fast. Please call me so I’ll know if I should come back.”

He shook his head in disbelief. If it hadn’t been for that four minute message right now his heart would be swelling with love for his adoring wife who was willing to give up her business to come home and care for her ailing husband, was willing to give up all those boring business meetings to come back and stay by the side of her beloved husband.

He didn’t think there was anything left in him, but he was hurling the last of the bitter liquid inside him before he actually made it to the toilet. He lay with his head against the cool porcelain and laughed and cried at the same time; laughed at his stupidity and cried for it at the same time.

He probably sat there for an hour before he could get up the strength to sit up and then strip and lurch into the shower. He hunched up against the wall feeling the boiling water scour his skin until all the hot water was used up and cold water eased the pain of the boiling water.

He found a pair of slacks and a shirt in his closet, made himself eat a couple of slices of honey ham to get some protein in him and picked up the phone to call his closest friend.

“Hey, Paul, how’re things going at the University? You got time to call and shoot the breeze with a slacker? Things must really be slow around there?’

“I’m…not at the university, Gil.”

“Oh, Christ, the end of the world is here already?”

Like all his friends, Gil assumed that if Paul wasn’t at work the Apocalypse was an accomplished fact.

“I…something’s happened, Gil. I need your help. I don’t have anywhere else to turn.”

Gil was silent for a moment, obviously realizing something was badly wrong.

“You want me to come over there or you want to come here?”

“Let me come over there.”

“No,” Gil said forcefully, so unlike his standard laid back personality. “You sound like shit, you sound like you’re drunk, and you sound like somebody just stomped your heart into a blot on the floor. It’s Paula, isn’t it? You don’t get behind the wheel. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

A story for my married wife – Married but Looking
So, last month you made a account on a adult relationship site and started talking with a few on the guys on there. Some of them were a little toolish and just looking to fuck and girl and bounce and not really into establishing a sudo relationship with you and get to know each other before anything went down. Nothing like forming a relationship based on love, but a decent friendship that will possibly end up with some naughty sexy time. A few would say that they were good with that and totally understood that is something that you wanted to do, but then would totally loose interest and stop corresponding with you. Except for one guy.

He was a fairly handsome guy and you two seemed to hit it off pretty well and thought that you would actually be pretty good friends regardless of whether any type of sexual contact occurred. The only thing that made you a little uneasy was the fact that he was 19 years old.

For a 19 year old, he seemed pretty level headed and was well mannered. Would give a compliment hear and there but wasn’t too aggressive in any specific sort of way. Never really sent any nude photos but would send you photos that were normal type and seemed like everything was going good.

Well, on a Wednesday afternoon, you tell me that you have been talking to this guy on AFF and that he seems pretty cool and that you wanted us to go meet him. I agree and you immediately log on and send him a message.

“Me and my husband would really like to meet for coffee and have everyone sit down and talk in person and see where it goes from there. We were thinking that the coffee shop in Haleiwa Town Center around 10am on Saturday, would be great because we are pretty close, the coffee is great and we can head to the beach if we feel like it. My husband is going to drive the Jeep, so if we head to the beach, it might work out better if you rode with us. Let me know what you think and hopefully we will see you Saturday.”

You hit send and we go about our day. Later that night we have sex and you are really into it and really enjoying it. Having the pending meeting of another guy that you think might fuck you hard while I watch has you really turned on and this continues for quiet longer than we usually do, ending with us in a sweaty, sticky pile and falling asleep almost immediate.

Thursday and Friday pass without anything unusual and on Friday morning you receive a message stating that he would love to meet with the both of us and will see us there at 10am and he listed his cell number at the bottom of the message. I am still at work when you get this message and you send me a text that simply states “He’s in.”

When I get home Friday, we hang out and do or normal routine except you have made the decision to get your work done for the weekend and that way there isn’t anything really to hurry us home as Melissa has agreed to watch both of the kids until Sunday afternoon. A recent development that has proven that the timing of this is perfect. You finish your work fairly early at around 9:30pm and we go ahead and go to sleep as you want to get up fairly early and get ready for the meet and greet of the guy you met on AFF.

I, wake up around 8:30 finding that you are already up and have just gotten out of the shower. You already have you clothes that you are going to wear, the swimsuit that you are taking and have started the process of putting your makeup on. I think to myself, “Wow, she is really excited about this!”

At about 9:30, we head out the door. You are dressed in short and a very low cut shirt displaying a lot of cleavage and looking simply sexy as hell. I am wearing my swim trunks and a white t-shirt and we have a cooler in the back on the seat and your swimsuit in a backpack with some towels next to it. The top is down on the jeep and the doors are off and the sun is out. A very, very good beach day.

We get there at around 9:50 and head on in and order coffee and step outside and sit at a table. Right at 10am, the guy pulls up right in front of us and gets out. He is taller than you thought and a little wider, but nothing unexpectedly out of the ordinary. He sees you and smiles and walks up and hugs you and shakes my hand.

“Sorry, I am a little behind this morning. Mind if I go in and grab a cup of coffee?”

“Of course not” you say immediately, smiling.

As I look at you I can see that your face is a little redder than what it was and that your nipples are hard and poking through your bra a little.

“Are you nervous or excited honey?” I ask

“Both” you reply.

We sit and talk and everything goes really well. We all shared somethings. Specifically, he shared that he was also in the Navy and stationed over on Pearl Harbor on one of the ships and recently returned from deployment and was just getting out of a really horrible breakup, but drama wouldn’t be a concern and that his ex was already back on the mainland and had been since he left 9 months previously. You told him that you have been interested in having a sexual encounter with another man and thats why I was there and that I was cool with it, but you had that posted on your profile so he didn’t seem to surprised by the idea.

After about 45 minutes and we all finished our coffee, you get up to us the bathroom leaving me an him there by ourselves.

“Are you sure that you are down for this if something happens” he says.

“Absolutely. She has been wanting this for a while and you seem like a pretty cool dude. Don’t worry about me getting all crazy. I am sort of the one who suggested that maybe this is something that we should do, and she really likes the idea of me watching her as this happens as well as playing with her while it happens. She has this craving for ‘it’ now, and I would really like it to happen for her.”

“Awesome because I don’t want any trouble or drama and you two seem pretty happy right now and I don’t want to mess up a happy marriage.”

“That’s not going to happen. We both know that it is play time and that we are both on the same team and are very secure in our marriage. No offense, but I know she isn’t going to leave me for you or anything like that. This is supposed to be just fun.”

“Good.”

You come back out and I head in to use the bathroom, and when I get back out, both of you are already in the jeep, but the both of you two are in the back seat. “This is going to be interesting to watch, good thing my rear-view mirror is 4 feet long and i can see the entire back seat” I think to myself.

We get onto the road past the school that heads to Dillingham Airfield, when I notice that your hand has slowly wondered into his lap and you two are whispering back and forth. As slowly as your hand reaches his lap and the top of his pants, I notice his hand is already between your legs.

As we get closer to the airfield, I see both hands exploring each others hot spots… him slowly moving his hand in a up and down motion and your hand moving a little faster and at a steady pace under his shorts and he has his other hand under your shirt and you bra has been removed.

As we pass the airfield, I see that your face is very read and you are smiling. His hand is no longer in your pants, but you are still steady stoking him from inside of his pants and he is gently grabbing both of your tits here and there and smiling and even once stopping and looking at me see him do that in the rear view and give me “two thumbs” up, making me smile at something that I am very aware of and how awesome your tits are.

We get to the turn around and you hand comes out of his pants and we stop.

“Do you two wanna head up the trail?”

“Sure” the both of you respond, almost at the same time.

I put the Jeep in four wheel drive and we start up the first hill and through the gate. This is sort of the roughest part of the trail and extremely rocky, and this leaves you two bouncing in the back and you holding your tits.

When we crest that hill we start making fairly good time. The path has turned into a steady grouping of bumps and holes, some deeper and higher than other, but mostly calm compared to the beginning. When I looking in the rear view, he has his shorts down by his ankles and you have him in your mouth. “Nice” I think.

The trail is producing a very odd situation for you. As you are blowing him the bumps and holes that we hit are forcing him deeper into your mouth than what you usually can handle, but still making you gag here and there. You keep this up for about 10 minutes until I hear moaning over the motor in the back seat as we hit a hole, he is thrust deep into your throat as him cums.

He pulls his pants up as we get closer to another vehicle and you have already swallowed his load completely and you are sitting there with a very big smile on your face. You see me looking at you in the mirror and you lick you lips and them mouth the word “Yum”, making me smile.

When we arrive at the end of the trail, all three of us are talking about how quiet it is back here and how it is awesome that there aren’t a lot of tourists or locals out fishing today. We are un-packing the cooler from the jeep along with the towels and you look at me and say “Where am I going to change at?”

“Look around. There is no one out here but us.”

You look around and see that the nearest person looks to be about a half mile away and is setting up a campsite and starting a fire. You take the hint and strip down and put your swim suit on, with both of us watching. I walk up to you just as you finish and you see that I am hard. You get down on your knees in the dirt and pull my cock out of my short, blowing me quick and hard. It doesn’t take long for me to finish in your mouth and you swallow, looking directly at our new friend. As you stand up, you give me a big kiss and we head to the water, leaving the jeep where it sits.

We are all hanging out after swimming a little bit and you have long come to the realization that no one is going to come back here and if they do, we would hear and see them from where we are at and know its easier to see a vehicle than a naked woman. So you are completely naked. Making both of us men, hard.

As the sun is going down, we decide to pack up. We are all fairly tired but you see me messing with something behind the jeep. When you come around and see what it is, you smile and follow me to the front of the Jeep.

When we get to the front of the Jeep, I take what was in my hand and start assembling it. I take the nylon strap that has a locking D-ring on one end and a loop on the other. I thread the strap through the tied down on the hood of the jeep as our friend walks up, not seeing what I have sitting on the wheel well on the other side. The nylon strap forms a strong loop around the tie down with the locking D-ring still useable. I look at him and tell him it is a surprise and that he should go wait behind the rocks. He smiles as he walks by disappearing behind the rock.

That is when I look at you. “Do you know what I want to do?” I ask.

“I think I have a good idea.” as you start to get undressed.

When you are completely naked, I handcuff your hands together, and then fasten the handcuffs to the D-ring, leaving you pulled across the hood of the hot jeep making it a little difficult to keep your tits off the hot paint without standing on your toes.

I go get our new friend and he laughs as he sees what is waiting for him.

“That is awesome!” he says.

“Thats not all. We are both going to fuck her, but not yet.”

That is all you are able to hear as we walk towards the beach with our backs to you. You are still fighting to keep your nipples off of the hot paint.

When we return, I grab a towel and place them under your mildly hot tits, already showing a little red mark where you hit the hood one time already.

“That should make it a little better, but with patience you are in for a treat.” I say to you.

As the sun gets closer to setting you notice that only a half hour has gone by, but it is getting dark fairly quick. From a distance you see that we are sitting on a rock talking and you see me pull my cell phone from the bad and start typing.

“Who is he texting? What is he writing? What is going on?” you think in your head. I come back over to you smiling. Asking if you are ok. You say that you need to use the bathroom, so I uncuff you and remove the cuffs from the D-ring and follow you behind the rock that I sent our new friend earlier.

“What is going on? Are you just going to keep me hand cuffed there and not do anything?”

“You don’t worry about it. You are going to love it. Its almost dark and things are about to get started anyway.”

You finish up and we head back over to the Jeep and you reluctantly hand your hands back over to be cuffed and then attached to the D-ring on the hood of the Jeep. “At least the towel is there this time”, you think to yourself.

Just as it gets dark, you start hearing motors in the background. Sounding like 4 different vehicles getting closer and closer.

Just as soon as you heard them the lights became visible and your confirm that there are 4 different vehicles heading up the trail, rather close to each other, and definitely coming this way.

When the first vehicle get there, thats when you start feeling our new friend’s hand start to caress your ass and you back, feeling his cock pressing against your ass as he grabs both of your tits. You can see the lights of the 2nd, 3rd and 4th vehicle stopping directly on you.

All of the motors are quiet as he slides inside of you. “Bare?” you think in your head. As he gets fully inside of you, you no longer care if its bare or not, it feels so good. He is going slow and taking long strokes, in and out of you. As he gets closer, he speeds up, but still taking long strokes in and out of you. When it happens, you scream, as he keeps pumping away, cumming over and over inside of you.

When he pulls out you feel a little run down but can still feel a lot of it still inside of you.

But you notice that there is still no other sounds. No motors running. No music. No talking. No other foot steps. You realize that there is 4 other vehicles there, with people in them that you have no clue who they are, and they are watching you get fucked while handcuffed to the hood of the Jeep. The thought makes you quiver.

Just shortly after our friend’s cock leaves you, you feel me enter you, knowing its me from my familiar size. I begin slowly, pushing some of what was left behind out, and feeling some of it being pushed deeper inside of you. As you feel me start to get close you push yourself harder backwards onto me, meeting me with more and more force until, I explode inside of you, filling you more and more.

When pull out, I grab the towel and wipe myself off and you hear motors start and see the trucks turning around and leaving, you unable to see who is inside any of them.

We all get dressed and you hop in the front seat with me, leaving our new friend in the back by himself. And we slowly leave, following the four vehicles about a half a mile.

As we get to the actual paved road, the trucks are no where to be seen. We take our new friend back to his car and bid him a good Sunday and to take care and keep in touch.

“Do you think he will keep in touch?”

“What do you think? He’s still smiling?”

“I liked it!” you say.

“Good.”

When we go by the turn to head back home and start heading back towards Dillingham, you ask “Where are we going?”

“The beach, I say”

To happy to argue and a little tired, you don’t say anything and seem to doze off when you notice that I have pulled off the road and am now shutting off the Jeep.

“What are we doing?”

“I forgot something” I say.

You get out of the Jeep and walk to the front of it with a flashlight from the console.

“What did you forget” you ask me.

“This…”

I take the flashlight from you and turn it off. I grab your shorts and unbutton them and slide them off of you and take your swimsuit off of you and push you onto the hood of the Jeep as I crawl on top of you.

I start kissing you slowly moving down your body, kissing all of the right spots, and move quietly to your pussy and start licking you slowly.

“I am still dripping, honey.”

Just as you say that, you feel my whole mouth wrap around the outside of your pussy and softly begin to suck. You can feel the cum being pulled from deep inside of you and in feels amazing as I use my tongue on your clit moving slowly, up and down. It doesn’t take long before you are screaming from orgasim.

When you are down, you are laying on the hood still and I have started to get dress.

“Home?” you say.

“Home.” I repeat back getting into the Jeep.

My Wifes married fantasy – married but looking
My wife, Karen and I have been married for 8 years. I am 35 and Karen is a little younger at 32. Although neither of us were virgins when we married, we equally didn’t have a great deal of experience, with Karen having slept with only one previous partner and me only two.

About my wife; I know these stories all start by saying how your wife has model-type looks and huge breasts. Well I’m sorry if this is a disappointment but she is actually very petite with equally small breasts. Although an impartial observer would probably describe Karen as having average-to-good looks, I think she’s gorgeous. But of course I am extremely biased and love her, very much.

Our sex-life up until the start of this, had been satisfying, but with hindsight, was not very adventurous. Anyway back to what happened.

One night as we were cuddled-up in bed, just after having had sex, Karen turned to me and asked “Do you have any sexual fantasies you dream about fulfilling?”

Well I was kind of shocked because Karen has never wanted to discuss anything like that before. “Yeah, I guess so” I replied.

“Like what” she asked.

I immediately started worrying…. what do I say…. would she be offended if I said anything she didn’t like. I was cornered. So I decided to answer with something vague “Oh I don’t know just something to make it a bit different occasionally” I replied and then continued “How about you, there’s obviously something on your mind”

Karen blushed so I knew I was right, seizing the upper hand I carried on “C’mon tell me what it is you fantasise about”

“Well there is one thing I’ve wanted to do for a long time, but you have to promise that you won’t think badly of me” she replied.

“Of course I won’t, I love you” I replied, definitely intrigued.

“Well I sometimes wish for something, well, rougher” she said looking a little nervous.

“Like what, less foreplay, more spontaneous” I asked.

“No more than that”

“What then………….go on tell me it all”

“OK, well I’d like you to take me against my will”

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. “What do you mean, rape you?”

“Well to give you the whole story, my fantasy is be to be surprised and over-whelmed by a stranger, and then forced into it” Karen said “Obviously I wouldn’t really want it to be a stranger, I want you”

“Do you mean wear a mask or something and then ravage you” I asked not really sure about what I was hearing.

“No you were closer the first time, I want to be attacked, fight back but ultimately be forced to submit and then be taken, again and again”

“You want to me to attack you and rape you” I asked, somewhat stunned.

“Yes I guess you could put it like that”

“Just how far would you want to take this”

“All the way, I trust you not to really hurt me”

“You want me to hurt you” I said in total disbelief

“I want you to control me and force me. I’m not into pain so just something mild, so that I believe that you would hurt me if I didn’t do what you want” she continued “I want it to be realistic but I trust you to not go too far”

“I’m not sure I could do that, I love you and I certainly don’t want to hurt you”

“I know you love me, and I love you too. What we have is very special and very loving but I guess I would like to experience the danger and I find the idea of being used for sex a real turn-on” Karen explained.

“I don’t like the idea of it….Suppose I did do it, and you change your mind and don’t like it. How would you feel about me afterwards and how would it affect our relationship”

“Look, I know you love me, and I know you would only be doing this for me. How could I hold anything against you when you’re doing it for me? I promise nothing will change how I feel about you, please do it for me”

“But what if I hurt you”

“I trust you”

“What if you change your mind and hate what I am doing”

“I won’t and if I do, it’ll be my fault”

I thought for a moment, “What about a safe word or something – that way I’d know you don’t like it anymore and I can stop”

“No, I thought about that and I think that would ruin it. I want to know that once it starts I am completely helpless. It won’t be the same if I have an easy way out. There will be no sense of danger that way”.

“I just don’t know about this. What about if you don’t like the experience and you get back here angry with me. How is it going to affect our lives and relationship?”

“I promise you that anything you do will be fine with me. It is MY fantasy and you would be doing it at my request, therefore it is entirely my fault if I don’t like it.” Karen replied, “What if I also promise you that when we get back, the first thing I will do is to make love to you, to prove that nothing has changed”

“I’m still not sure about the idea”

“Please, pretty please, do it for me” Karen begged.

“I’ll think about it” I said trying to avoid the subject for the time being.

“Thank you, I love you so much”

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For the rest of the week Karen kept asking me about it. I was also a little disturbed to find that some part of idea turned me on. I put that down to the fact that sex with Karen always turns me on.

Eventually after a couple more days of heavy pressure from Karen, I finally relented and agreed to do it.

Karen suggested that we rent a secluded country cottage for a long weekend. That way we could make as much noise as we wanted without attracting any attention.

“I’ll get there before you and check us in. My husband will be away on business. And you will be some criminal who is on the run and needs a place to hide-out for a couple of days” Karen explained.

“You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you……….I bet you already have a place in mind” I replied.

“Actually, yes I do” she said looking a bit sheepish and fetching a brochure for me to look at.

“OK, book it” I said, resigned to the inevitable.

Karen gave me a big kiss, we decided on a date and then Karen phoned them to book it.

That night Karen seduced me in bed saying how pleased she was and how the idea turned her on.

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So, it was all arranged; Karen would get there on the Friday at 3pm collect the keys, go to the shops to stock-up on food and drink, get unpacked and wait for me. I was to leave work as usual, go home to change and then get to the cottage sometime after dark – in character.

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Over the next few weeks I started surfing the web and reading erotic stories to get some new ideas for the weekend. I also started buying a few items for some of the activities I had in mind. I was determined to do this properly for Karen and give her a weekend to remember.

I spend some time thinking about my character, what was he like, what he would wear and what else he would have with him:

I decided that I would play a bank robber, that I had just done a job and needed a quiet place to lay-low.

If I was robbing bank then I would have a ski mask to hide my identity and I would need a weapon. A gun was out of the question so it would have to be a knife and I would probably have some duck tape to tie-up the bank staff.

I then thought about my “victim” she was a married thirty something used to living for long periods on her own, in a remote area:

She would probably be into the country-life, horse riding, walking etc. The idea of a riding crop came to me. This would be something she might have around the house and it also fitted with some of the ideas I had.

Being on her own for long periods, she would of course, have a good supply of sex toys (I know what you’re thinking, but hey this was my contribution to the fantasy).

I also thought about how to make the whole thing last a weekend but still make it the intense experience for Karen that she wanted:

If my character was going to be with Karen for a whole weekend I would have to think about how to “hide” my identity from her, if this was real he wouldn’t want to be recognized after the event.

Karen wanted to be taken repeatedly. Now I’m only a mortal man and well 2 or 3 times a day is my limit. So I needed some back-up – so the toys were a good idea.

And lastly, I thought about myself and what I wanted, given that I effectively had a blank cheque for the weekend, whether Karen realised it or not.

I kept all my plans and purchases as a surprise for Karen despite her constant probing.

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The weekend finally arrived. On the Friday morning I double-checked that Karen still wanted to go through with this, which she said she did.

“If this does go horribly wrong, are you absolutely sure that you can put it behind us and still love me when this is over” I asked.

“It starts when I get to the cottage and ends when I get back here, everything that happens in between is my responsibility” Karen replied “I love you and I promise to show you how much when we get back here on Monday, whatever happens”

“Then for my last deed as your husband until Monday afternoon, I hope you have a great weekend, I love you and I’ll see you when we meet back here”. I gave Karen a long hug and kiss goodbye and went to work.

As is typical when you have plans, I had to work late that day. I finally finished around 6pm and drove home. I changed into my outfit, leaving the ski-mask, knife (especially blunted) and duck tape on the passenger seat, and put my stash of purchases in the back of the car.

Karen had packed my clothes with hers so I had everything I needed. I finally left the house at about 8pm and set-off on the drive to the cottage. In the Friday traffic the journey took a little longer than I expected, and I eventually pulled-up at the cottage just before 9pm.

The cottage was set way back on its own from the main road. A dirt-track ran from the main road through a wooded area and then along some fields up to the cottage, and must have been at least 500-600 yards long. I had to drive along very carefully so as not to damage the car on the extremely rough track in the dark.

I parked next to the garage and took a walk up to a window and looked in. The cottage was larger than I expected and looked like a small converted barn or something. There were low, thick wooden beams below a tall roof space and a large fireplace. I could see Karen sitting on the sofa watching TV.

I put on the ski mask grabbed the knife and tape and walked to the front door. This was it.

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I knocked on the door and waited ready to pounce. Karen came to the door and opened it.

As she opened the door I pushed inside and lunged at her grabbing her by her wrist. In a quick move, Karen slapped me hard across the face, broke free and ran upstairs. I followed swiftly after her, a little surprised by the slap. She ran into what looked like a bedroom and tried to close the door but I pushed through, grabbed her and threw her to the bed, jumping on top of her.

I slapped her across the face (hoping that I didn’t do it too hard) “Stop struggling bitch, if I have to hurt you I will” I said in an aggressive tone.

It took a bit of struggling but I got her onto her stomach and managed to tape her hands behind her back.

“Listen, I am going to stay here for a couple of days and then I’ll leave. Behave and you won’t get hurt, misbehave and you’ll wish you hadn’t, got it?”

“Fuck off” was her response (did my Karen really say that?).

I flipped her over but wasn’t careful enough. All too quickly she brought her knee up and caught me squarely in the groin. I slapped her hard; any thoughts about taking this easy were now briefly removed from my mind.

“You’ll pay for that bitch” I said grabbing her and eventually managing to tape her legs together.

With her hands and legs bound, I retreated from the room to allow my balls time to recover from the assault. I went down stairs and after a brief sit down went unload the car. I hid all my purchases in the small store room just off the lounge.

The low beams gave me an idea, and fortunately, I had brought some rope with me.

I went back upstairs. Karen had managed to get to her feet but couldn’t do much since her legs were tied at the ankles.

I put her over my shoulder and took her down stairs and into the lounge. I put her face down on the sofa, keeping one knee on her back to keep her still.

I then reached for the first pair of manacles I had brought with me and attached one her left wrist. Putting her arms over her head I quickly attached the other manacle to her right wrist.

I then tied one end of the rope to the chain between the manacles and stood her up underneath one of the beams. Karen struggled a bit but it was fairly easy to loop the rope over the beam and then pull hard enough so that her hands were held high above her head.

I then tied-off the rope on the beam and left her there for a while.

After about 10 minutes, I got a pair of scissors from the kitchen and started cutting away all her clothes until she stood there naked. All throughout this Karen had been cursing at me but now I had her exactly where I wanted her.

I went out to the store room and retrieved the second of my purchases, the riding crop.

“OK bitch, I said you would regret kneeing me” I said showing her the crop. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes.

I walked to her side and then gave her a flick of the crop across her buttocks. She gave a yelp.

I then proceeded to give her a dozen more strokes becoming a little more forceful with each one.

When I finished, Karen immediately started cursing at me again.

“Would you like another dozen strokes, bitch” I asked

“NO, no more” she pleaded

“Then I suggest you change your attitude to me, you will address me as Sir while I’m here”

“Asshole more like” she snapped back

I immediately gave another hard stroke with the crop, making her yelp in pain and surprise.

“Try again”

“Yes Sir” she replied

“That’s better. Now I need a drink, let’s see what you have in your fridge” I said walking into the kitchen.

I returned with a beer and sat on sofa watching her. I finished my beer and then fetched the spreader bar that I had purchased specifically for this part, and attached it to her ankles after cutting away the tape. With her legs spread wider Karen could only just stand on tip toes to avoid hanging by her hands.

With the scissors I then very carefully started to trim her pussy hair.

“What are you doing you pervert” Karen shouted at me.

I picked-up the crop and gave her two quick, hard swats. “You don’t learn do you bitch, watch your mouth”

With my electric shaver I then tackled the shorter hairs and after a few minutes had completed the task, leaving Karen with a completely bald pussy.

“Oh you liked that did you” I said, sliding my fingers along her newly shaven slit and feeling how wet she was. I pushed two fingers inside her and fucked her with them rubbing on her clit with my thumb. Karen was obviously very turned on and responded almost immediately. “So you want to come, do you?”

“Yess” Karen gasped.

“Too bad” I said stopping and walking away.

“Bastard” she replied. That earned her another swat with the crop.

I sat and watched TV for a few minutes, by this time Karen’s legs were trembling with the strain of standing on tip-toes for so long.

I then asked her “would you like to be let down?”

“Yes please”

“Yes please, WHO”

“Yes please, Sir”

I then loosened the rope, helped her to kneel down and then tied it off so that her hands were still held above her head. I stripped off my clothes and walked in front of her, aiming my cock at her mouth.

It is extremely rare for Karen to give me oral and even then she will only do it briefly, normally stopping at the first taste of pre-cum. She has steadfastly refused to continue it anywhere near to conclusion. Little did she know, but tonight would be different. Karen had begged me to do all this, she wanted it rough and she wanted to be forced to do things against her will, so I figured that this was fair game.

“If I feel any teeth it’ll be curtains for you – I’ve already killed one person today, so its up to you if it stays at one, understand bitch” Karen nodded her head.

I pushed my cock to her lips and she eventually opened up, letting me slide it in. My cock had been oozing pre-cum and Karen got an immediate taste. She quickly pulled back making a face like she was going to throw up.

“Suck it” I ordered, pulling her back by her hair. “And make it good or there’ll be another dozen lashes for you”

Karen started, slowly at first but gradually picking up. As she did I let go of her head and after a minute or so it seemed to me as though she was enjoying it. She moaned as she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. I was going to come quick and I knew she wouldn’t want to swallow so I put both hands on her head and held her tightly by her hair, tilting her head up further so that I could look into her eyes.

I was positive Karen would still be expecting me to stop soon, and then fuck her (as we would do usually whenever she did this). I looked down at her sucking on me and said “Get ready to swallow it bitch”.

Karen’s eyes flew wide open and she tried to pull back, but my grip on her hair prevented her from moving. A gave two more thrusts and then my cock erupted its load, springing into her mouth and over her tongue, giving Karen her first taste of cum.

She jerked as the first salty stream hit the back of her throat. Karen’s eyes bulged even wider, pleading with me to let her go but I kept a tight hold, as my cock continued to fill her mouth. It must have been quite a big load too because we hadn’t had sex for three days.

Holding her head tilted upward as I did, also prevented my cum from leaking out of her mouth, effectively forcing Karen to swallow it. When I had finished and I was sure that she had swallowed it all, I pulled my cock from Karen’s mouth and wiped it onto her face. “Not bad bitch” I said.

Karen coughed and snapped “Fuck you, asshole”.

“I don’t think so bitch…..… but I may fuck you later……….Oh, and was it my imagination or did I sense a little reluctance to swallow just then………I’ll bet you don’t do that for your husband, do you…….what a disappointment you must be to him” I said, wondering if had I gone too far with that comment.

“Bastard”

I left Karen and went to get another beer from the fridge, and some more things from the store room.

“I don’t see why I should still wear this mask” I said grabbing the duck tape and the two specially prepared foam pads.

“It would be in your best interests not to struggle for this” I said as I put the pads over her eyes and sealed them in place with the tape. “That’s better” I said taking off the mask. “I can’t have you identifying me to the cops, now can I”

“Time to stand again” I said pulling on the rope and helping her up not making her stretch quite so high this time”

“But my arms”

“Hurting are they”

“Yes”

“Tough”

“You bastard”

“That’s another two swats you just got yourself” I said and then gave her two good strikes with the crop.

I got myself another beer and left Karen standing for about an hour, as I watched TV and then cooked a pizza.

Watching Karen standing there naked and tied-up got me ready for action again and I wanted to try out her newly shaved pussy.

I stood up and started to caress her breasts from behind.

“Get your hands off me” Karen said, a little unconvincingly.

A trailed my hands down her body to her pussy, which was dripping wet as I expected. My now erect cock was ready for action so I grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her from behind”

I soft “Yessss” escaped Karen’s lips, as I started a slow rhythm.

“So my little bitch likes it” I teased